#but you manage to befriend it and show it the joys of life

[shrekshrek]

the closest puss ever came to genuinely crying in The Adventures of Puss in Boots (according to my notes)

The Adventures of Puss in Boots, S5E7 The Iceman Melteth

[lyomeii]

an older sibling figure

->warnings: yandere themes, platonic relationship, reader is kinda self aware of his behavior, death mentions, spoiler for the original version of the game,

-> request by anon! hi! i really love your writing style! i was wondering if you could do some headcannons or a little one shot of akechi with like a sibling reader. they aren't actually siblings but he kinda met the reader one day and the reader went "bro why r u so polite all the time?". as in reader kinda gets that he's faking it and stuff. He liked that and kinda hangs out with them. sorry for this very messy request lol thank you and have a great day! and another anon! hii, i love your writing so much! can you do a plutonic hc thing for akechi? like either being a good friend of his or like a sibling like thing? thank you!

->a/n: don’t worry anons ;) I had no problem with tu your request, in fact, you have a good english. hope you enjoy it :) and yes I combined these two request since they are quite similar ;p and proud of myself finishing this way earlier than I expected

-> akechi is an unique person to your eyes. you never met someone so fake like him that manage to entertain you in such way, not even the greatest tv shows nor gossip catch your attention like him. So why not approach him and befriend the famous detective boy?

-> you catch him off the guard with your words, friends and no shame in your voice when reminding him to be the real him whatever you two are alone. How could you discover that? Are you someone hired to destroy him? No? You are trying to know him better? That’s weird, but akechi allows it to happen.

-> quickly befriend with goro, yeah he said to call him that way, you leaned much about his personality and life style ( at least what he let you know about him ). He enjoy the time he spend with you, how he can express himself with no worry to you abandon him, by the opposite, you always looked so proud of him with all those achievements and even give him homemade pancakes! Is that joy he feels? Maybe. He loves knowing that someone cares about him.

-> didn’t took much time you two become closer, you acting like the older sibling that akechi never had, someone to take care of him and be protective of while the detective took the role of the younger and sometimes problematic brother. A great duo, if you think. And he hopes that none will destroy that.

-> when the phantom thieves began gaining popularity, you got extremely worried over akechi’s health, he doesn’t eat as much as before, sleep neither talk with you as used to. Because of that, you’ve to take alternative ways to find a solution and that took you to visit a cafe.

-> there you met ren, sojiro, futaba and a cute cat, morgana if you recall. they looked friendly and seem to know akechi by how you mentioned his name, so you asked them if something had had happened in your friend’s life to he acting this way, but the three don’t know or are too uncomfortable to tell you, making you leave the cafe without answers.

-> the thieves got interest on you, after all, who are you? How you closer to akechi and what are your intentions with him? Could you be a spy? They made futaba search about your past, but nothing special show up, except for you being a closer friend ( and probably the only) that the detective trust and cares about. With that in mind, they start look forward to kno you better, to discover more about akechi and his intentions.

-> he didn’t like that, never in a millions years, goro would let you met and befriended the thieves! You know them for a few days, yet you act they are old friends from school, are you going to replace him for the thieves? He can’t let that happen! He can’t lose against ren and the others!

-> the day you promised to met with yusuke at the cafe, you never show up neither when futaba asked you to accompany her to a game shop and to the little met with ann and ryuji… something bad happened with you and they have a guess who could have been behind it, yet how they are going to get akechi to confess? How they will tell your parents about it?

-> til this happen, you are going to stay at goro’s place where you can’t leave without him neither contact anyone you love or care about. You don’t have anyone to rely one except for me, he says. None one will ever find you, he added. Those words are making you losing hope as days passed and you might start to believing him after all, he is your “ younger brother”, your only family now.

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[juuuuuuj]

CHARACTERS

here’s a teeny intro for some of the characters developed so far!!!

CLIFF

The main character!!

Cliff tends to be over critical, and generally pessimistic. Going through the motions, he’s not interested in “making lifelong bonds” or “finding a soulmate”; he’s here to win the big, long game of life. And he’ll do that with as little social interaction as possible, denying his feelings of crippling lonliness, and hoarding all of his favorite treasures and trinkets collected on his adventures.

MUSTARD

The main character number two(???)

Mustard is the cheerful, bubbly sidekick. Much to Cliff’s annoyance, he’s often humming a song, spewing about the beauty of nature, or engaging with any stranger he comes across as he and Cliff go about their quests. With his banjo never far off, he finds great joy in making up tunes. He’s determined to show Cliff the wonderful things he gets to experience in life.

ANDRII

(Guys his design is incomplete bear with me 😭)

Andrii is the irritable deity of rain. Everywhere he roams he’s followed by a massive raincloud; the storm obscures his vision of the sun, leading him to suffering from an extreme lack of vitamin D, and a firm belief that the sun isn’t real. Eventually, Cliff and Mustard help him see the err of his ways, but for now he’s got the personality of a moody teen. Also he’s emo 🖤

ZEFFY

Zeffy is a reclusive nomad with a burning quest. She has a tight friendship with the wind; nobody knows how this friendship came about, but ever since she’s been searching for a way to speak with him. When she meets Cliff and Mustard, and eventually befriends them, she hires them with her secret mission: to find the whispering grove, a hallowed ground where mortals can speak with the forces. When she’s not busy with the mystical mysterious stuff, she’s working on her karate.

EZRAH AND JOEY

Ezrah (red guy with boots) and Joey (bunny folk with ATTITUDE) are experts in beasts. Also they hate each other.

Ezrah specializes in the Aviary Faction, dealing with great and terrible beasts known as birds. Joey is the head of the Feline Faction, taming creatures of cunning and power. So when a hoo-cat, the adorable cross between a cat and an owl, shows up as the next Engine, there’s a dilemma in who gets to take it. When they’re forced to work together to manage the beast, Ezrah and Joey can’t seem to stop fighting over every little thing. (but they fall in love eventually so it’s ok)

OSWALD

The hoo-cat in question. She’s a perfect little beast. Only a little murderous.

If you read this far you’re coming to my wedding because I’ll be the one marrying you

YEAH MORE CHARACTERS TO COME I MIGHT DO A SEPERATE POST THATS MORE ABOUT THE NATURE OF THE SHOW!!!!

[starsailor-kinthepast]

An overview of Uru's life

In the two years since I awoke as a parallel Neanderthal, I've managed to puzzle together a vague timeline of the main events having happened so far in my life. Here it is!

Word count: 1300 Estimated reading time: 10 minutes

Early Life

I was born to a cave with around twenty members, somewhere in central Europe. It was not during one of Earth’s cold periods, but it wasn’t painstakingly hot, either. We experienced winters and summers, though colder than the ones we see today.

My first clear memory is of being Chosen by the Megaloceros; the Giant Horned. Those of us who were Six-Eyed – with a sixth sense – what we today would call mediums – would at some point in their life be chosen by a spirit to make sure others would know, too. I was no older than five when I followed His call into the forest and He showed me the secrets within. This meant I would bear His mark for a while; visible for those around me, so the right actions could be taken.

My mama was equal parts horrified and delighted. It is a great honour, being Six-Eyed, but also horribly taxing. She took me to our Six-Eyed and hen confirmed it. I was taken in to be hem apprentice, to learn the craft by hems hand: hen was my teacher, a second parent, my biggest supporter.

Sometime during my early childhood mama died. I was taken in by sher sister, who's daughter – Dahlia – was only a year older than me and a dear friend.

Young Adult

We don't have a concept for teenager; either you are a child, or you are an adult. Although a Six-Eyed apprenticeship is somewhat of a gray zone, I was considered grown into a young adult when I was about 13.

It was becoming clearer with every day that I had truly been made for the spirit world: my eyes, the same rare blue as my mama, were weak, and I suffered pain and fatigue more often than the others of my cave. This wasn't truly a problem; even if I hadn't been Six-Eyed, I found great joy in preparing meals and skins, fletching, telling stories, singing and caring for the young. I was also decent at medicine, and although one never finished the Six-Eyed education, my mentor became my equal around the time I became grown.

Relocation

Around my fifteenth or sixteenth year, my mama's sister-child – practically my sister – fell in love with a man of another cave. They were smaller than us, less than ten members, and were eager to have sher join their group. Their Six-Eyed had recently passed as well, and with me being a young child-bearer on top of that, they were hoping I would join, too. Dahlia would leave no matter what, and there wasn’t much there for me without her. My teacher was growing old and would soon pass, and though I had respect as hems successor, I had few friends.

I accepted.

My new cave was further south, and a bit of travel – I’m not sure how much, but likely around a week or two. Here I made friends with the group; a more tight-knit community than the one I came from. Dahlia soon bore child.

The group had three hunters; one of them was Ichor, who, after a few months of me living there, approached me and suggested a mentorship. This would not be of the sort I had with my Six-Eyed teacher; this would be that of a Guide and a Guided. He would teach me of their ways, and their prey, and things he knew that I did not.

It was bold of him to ask such a thing from his Six-Eyed, but I was lonely, and he was kind, and I welcomed a warm body to share my furs. We became increasingly close – I befriended his mother, the oldest member of the group. We would joke about our weak eyes together.

The Spirit

Dahlia soon bore another child, once sher first black-haired young son was weaned. I stood vigil at the baby’s naming; sang, and danced, and drummed. It was exhilarating. That night I felt a presence: a spirit I had not felt before. It warmed me, comforted me in ways I can’t describe.

It wouldn’t be long before I felt the presence again – and again, and again, and again. It began communicating with me, in staggered, halting words I barely understood. I called it Ancharond; the unknown spirit.

We would soon move to our winter cave. It was my third year of living with this group, and Ancharond came to me more and more often – comforting me, so I was rarely alone. But I could not rest. Something was starting to awaken inside: a call, a need, something was missing. I told none of this, except Ancharond, who knew my deepest thoughts and inmost feelings. Often I would sit at the cave’s entrance, and though no tears left my eyes, my soul wept.

And then came the fateful day where Ichor passed. He had hunted to a rhinoceros; both prey and predator had fallen. I was crushed. He had been my anchor, my truest friend, my closest companion. When his spirit passed, it took part of me with it.

It became too much. I held Dahlia’s youngest child in my arms and wept for all the children I had not given Ichor; all his children I would never bear. I was angry. I was heartbroken.

I went in the stillness of night, creeping past the watchful fires of the guard, and left no belongings behind.

The Journey

I was nineteen and with no clue where to go, or where I was going, except that I was heading westward: toward the sunset. It would be a long, grueling journey – as a lone person, I would struggle with finding food, and I needed rest far more often than I would like. I learned to use a spear and sling, as well as better ways of trapping small game, but survived mostly on the plants I found on the way. There wasn’t much energy in them; I was always eating.

On this journey, Ancharond became a close companion. Slowly, our conversations became more understandable, more clear – and one day, they showed themselves to me in their entirety: a tall, black rabbit walking on its hinds. Its eyes were black holes, its front paws ripped apart by pale, snow-white human hands. It spoke with a voice within my head; it walked without a shadow. It was a terrifying sight, and I feared for my life the first time I saw them.

They told me we were the same; that I was Ancharond; that Ancharond was me.

I didn’t believe them. How could I be a thing like that?

It was on our second meeting like this that they realized something was wrong. They were quick to comfort me; the rabbit was not their true form – it was simply my brain attempting to make sense of it. I asked to see their true form; they obliged.

Ancharond: a strange amalgamation of beasts, with the upper body of a human, the hind legs, ears and muzzle of a rabbit, and tail of a fox. The most important, though, are the antlers that rest upon their head: large, black things speckled with stars.

They smiled shily that first time I saw them as such. I couldn’t stop staring. Antlers, like my own guide, like the Great Horned – I was touched. I was honoured.

With their guidance I adopted a young wolf pup. It was an accident in truth: I had felled a deer with a lucky throw of my spear, and had to be quick in harvesting its meat. A wolf, delirious with sickness, came upon me – I slayed it in my terror. Later I would find its pup, wandering, alone.

It wouldn’t be long before Ancharond, the unknown spirit, became Encharond; the known spirit.

I am still on this journey; still walking, still seeking. I know not what I’m looking for. I know only that I must survive.

[ruckis-vandalizes]

New Beanish OC alert!!! :0

If you're interested, here's what I got figured out of their backstory and junk down below:

Keeharl was born with a gift, at first unknown to them or their parents. They had many strange abilities such as being able to communicate with all living creatures, and more that Keeharl would find out about later in life. For a very long time the extent to their abilities was unknown, and most bewildering, neither of their parents held any of the same abilities. No signs of magic. So when Keeharl's parents did find out about them their expectations were set high for their little Beanish.

They pushed them to become a part of the royal guard, thinking that their magic could do some good for the kingdom's defenses. But Keeharl never found interest in any of that, no, their gaze fell upon the joys that were tv, cartoons, circus shows, theater, and so on. Keeharl wanted to create laughter, not violence. But their parents persevered, pulling their attention away from the big screen (both metaphorically and literally) and once more pushed him to be a knight.

Sign ups for Keeharl went about as well as you would expect for someone who had a relatively sedimentary life. It all went horribly for them at first, but then something clicked in their mind. Recalling back to all the times they had watched cartoons about heroes and warriors, astoundingly using entertainment as reference improved their performance greatly. They wormed their way into knighthood, and yet it was still a job they didn't much care for. They used their position in hopes of seeing if they couldn't get closer to the royal court. To see if they couldn't work their way into the position of court jester.

It never happened, nay. Left working a job they didn't want at the top of their class. Until what became a dooming event for most became a miracle for them. (this is where it goes into hc M&L history territory) During the big war between the Green Beanish and the Vampiric Beanish, Keeharl had come face to face with the ancient Dragohoho that laid waste to half of Oho Oasis' ocean and made what we know as Teehee Valley. To their dismay fancy swords don't do much for giant ancient dragons, and they were one of the first to fall. More specifically they had gotten much too close and was swiftly eaten.

Their armor had protected them for so long, but being weary they had collapsed for some time. When they awoke they were still alive and in the belly of the beast. using their magic they forced the Dragohoho to laugh until it's stomach hurt, causing it to cough up Keeharl. Reasonably the Dragohoho was confused and bewildered, but was quickly replaced by frustration. With some scrapes and some impressive acrobatics Keeharl managed to survive the dragon's wrath long enough to communicate with them and convince them to talk.

As it turns out the Dragohoho was tired of the racket the war was making and wanted to try and disrupt it. It expressed feelings of disgust, as the Green Beanish were repeating what had happen to its kind as well. Pushing them into hiding so they could expand, deeming them dangerous. It's kind is rarely ever seen, and hardly has the room to grow. Keeharl saw this as a once and a life time opportunity. After all they were sick of their job as a knight. They struck a deal. If they can form a partnership the Dragohoho would get their penance, and Keeharl would finally be able to get the spotlight they so desperately desired.

Their bond grew over the years, Keeharl and the dragon. they've even babysat for the little hatchling once or twice. The years passed with them being thought dead, only to rear their heads years later with a new gig. After befriending many a beasty, making their own weapons and devices, and honing their magic, they appear every now and then to wreak havoc on towns and villages for their own entertainment. Masking themselves and taking up the name Hecklensnyde, they commit acts of destruction with circus acts, monsters, and magic tricks. One of their favorites is using the Beanish's most precious things against them: laughter. They force their enemies to laugh so hard that they become virtually immobilized, unable to do anything else and watch as they destroy without rhyme or reason. No goal in mind, just their on whims.

In the end they're just a Beanish so far gone in their own delusion, living out what they saw behind a glass screen in hopes of achieving their own game of cat and mouse. All just for a farce. Awaiting a hero come and stop them. for as whimsically uncaring as they may seem, at least they're still nice to the beasts they befriended. They might as well be one their selves. Perhaps, it's a message about changing the formality... perhaps not.

[angxlslasher]

Not Alone Anymore

Jason Voorhees x GN!Reader 

CW: Mentions of blood, injury/murder, and some nice fluff

Words: 801

You had the routine memorized. You were sure that you could do it blindfolded. But you still were getting used to… well, everything else that came along with it.

Jason’s hulking yet friendly presence, the weapons he carried in, or the gore that covered his clothes. You didn’t come to Crystal Lake with an iron stomach, but you sure as hell did develop one after befriending the infamous ‘legend’ that haunted the camp. It was crazy, really. To think that you could get used to something so graphic, so visceral in nature. To others, it would be considered traumatic. For you, it was another weekend, or just any other afternoon. It became as casual as the weather. Maybe you were more used to it than you thought…

Did that make you crazy? 

A grunt pulled you from your thoughts before they spiraled out of control.  

“Sorry…” You mumbled as you attempted to focus on the task at hand. A nasty gash tore across his left shoulder and down his arm. You could only begin to imagine how this one came to be— someone thrown over his shoulders, perhaps? Or maybe an attempt to save a friend? All you had was your imagination since you knew better than to ask Jason for details. He tried his hardest to keep you away from that side of him, but of course, first aid couldn’t be helped. 

As you cleaned the area of dried blood and dirt, you applied ointment to keep it from getting infected. 

Tap, tap. You felt on your hip.

“Yes, Jason?” You glanced to the eyeholes of his mask for a moment. You wanted him to know he had your attention. 

“Are you okay?” He signed.

The question made you pause. Looking back to him, you furrowed your brows. “Of course, I am.” 

He tilted his head, seemingly unconvinced. He lifted his finger to your cheek, where he dragged the rough tip of his finger down to your jaw.

“Cry…?” Your voice barely broke a whisper, but he managed to hear it. He nodded once. His finger fell to your shoulder and poked you again. 

Then, it all hit you. He had seen you cry, somehow at some time, and wanted to know why.

You sighed as you returned your eyes to his shoulder. You debated whether or not you should talk about it, but the debate was quickly settled when you remembered something. Jason was your friend and he deserved the truth. You would’ve wanted him to talk about his troubles if the tables had been turned, right? 

“Well,” You began as you started to wrap his wound, “Sometimes, life gets to be too much… And that can make me sad from time to time.” 

Jason tilted his head to the other side. 

You secured his bandages and hesitantly returned your gaze to his. “Don’t you cry sometimes?” You couldn’t stop the words pouring from your lips, and immediately you found yourself regretting them. You didn’t want to upset Jason with the assumption that he did, or didn’t, cry. You were simply… curious. 

He seemed to experience a hesitation similar to your own earlier, but after a few long moments, he slowly nodded once. 

A relieved smile stretched across your lips. Your hand fell to his right shoulder, where you gently squeezed him to show you appreciated the vulnerability and honesty. 

“Well, now we have each other. So there’s no need to cry anymore, right?” Your question was meant to be a light joke, but your words made something flash through Jason’s eyes. A mixture of sadness and joy, as if he couldn’t believe that you’d be here for him. 

Oh, poor thing… Your heart clenched at the sight. How could anyone have mistreated him? He’d been kinder than others you’d known in life. Granted, Jason took lives, but… You found yourself defending his choices, defending him. 

You stepped closer to him, now standing between his legs, and experimentally wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him close to you in a gentle embrace with your chin on the top of his head. You felt him tense up at your touch, becoming a statue as you showed him affection. 

 “It’s okay, Jason…” You whispered as you rubbed soothing circles against his back. “You’re not alone anymore.” 

While you may not have seen the reaction your words and actions had, make no mistake, they affected him— completely moved him to the point of near tears. He followed your movements and wrapped his large arms around your frame, careful not to squeeze you. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt you when you’d been nothing but kind to him. As the two of you hugged each other in silence, those four words replayed in Jason’s mind. 

“You’re not alone anymore.” 

[rainbow-nerdss]

Duty/Desire

Written for @augustwritingchallenge day 28: Royalty Ronance, 1.1k Read on AO3

Nancy Wheeler knew from a very young age that her life path was one which had already been chosen for her.

She understood that being the first born child of the King meant that her duty to her country would always come first. She dedicated herself to her studies, learning history, diplomacy, and the laws of the land.

Nancy Wheeler was eight years old when she learned that they were humoring her by teaching her these things. When she learned it would not be her to inherit the throne, but her younger brother.

On the day she learned this fact, Mike Wheeler was five and a half years old, and he'd been rushed to the physician's rooms after attempting to figure out how many almonds he could fit up his nostrils.

Nancy Wheeler had known from a young age that things weren't always fair.

It still came as a surprise, however, when her mother came to speak to her on her fourteenth birthday, and told her what her real lot in life was to be.

It really shouldn't have been a surprise. It made sense, in retrospect.

She remembered the visits between her father and the king of the neighboring country. Remembered being seated next to Prince Steven at banquets, tolerating him at best

She was to marry Prince Steven on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday. It felt a lifetime away, but also all too close.

She didn't want to marry Steve. Her mother tried to comfort her, talking about how there were things one must do, how she hadn't wanted this life either, but her children were her greatest joy and she wouldn't exchange them for the life she had originally wanted for herself. 

Nancy couldn't see herself living for a hypothetical future child in an unfamiliar kingdom.

When she was sixteen, she met Sir Jonathan, the lowborn knight who caught her eye, who offered to take her away, show her the world. She had been tempted, but then his brother fell ill. He had to return home to help his mother, and they parted ways. That dream had been nice, but Nancy knew that wasn't what she desired either. 

It's not until her duty brought her to Steve’s kingdom shortly after his coronation that she realized what it was she did want. 

King Steve was a strange sort. She'd heard stories from his younger days, before his father had died. He'd been a rogue, a layabout and everything she hated. He'd changed, apparently. He preferred sitting in and listening to his bard than brawling in taverns these days.

That wasn’t what turned Nancy's head, though.

It was King Steve's advisor — a woman Nancy's handmaiden informed her used to be a serving girl at the tavern, who Steve had managed to befriend, who he'd appointed as advisor upon his coronation, to everyone's surprise.

Nancy asked if it would be possible for the king's advisor to advise her in the ways of the kingdom. The courtly traditions, the trade and agriculture of the region. If she had no choice in her fate, then she would at least do her duty to the highest standard.

The Lady Robin was funny, occasionally crass in a way that was refreshing to Nancy. Jonathan always used to dance around her sensibilities, her title always being a barrier to true comfort between them. Robin seemed to forget immediately that Nancy wasn't just another girl she befriended in the tavern, and Nancy loved it.

They spent days together, Nancy learning all about Steve's kingdom, Robin asking Nancy questions about herself.

Robin asked her what she desired, from the future.

Nancy didn't know what to answer, except: "I just want to live my life how I choose."

"And how do you choose?"

Nancy looked at Robin, and Robin met her eyes clearly, openly, until Nancy looked away.

"That's an excellent question."

The following day, Nancy was taken to see Steve, a private audience.

"Princess, how do you like my kingdom?" Steve asked.

"It's really very beautiful, your Majesty."

King Steve watched her carefully, leaning against the throne rather than sitting in it.

"How would you like to make it your home?" he asked.

"My lord, I—" 

Steve raised a hand. "You do not love me. I know. I hoped you would, once, but I understand your eye has been... Diverted. My offer still stands, and it isn't a marriage proposal. My advisor had an idea, you see."

Nancy's heart skipped a beat and that's when it became clear.

What she desired. Who she desired. 

Steve offered her a diplomatic role in his household — not as his wife, but as a representative of her home kingdom in his court, someone with influence, with a voice. In return, he would send the boy he has already named as his heir to be his representative in the other court. 

"Somewhere in the future, perhaps a love match will unite our courts, but until then I hope this will satisfy your father?"

"I hope so, as well." 

Nancy ran to find Robin, to thank her for the solution. 

When she saw her, at the end of a long corridor, Nancy lost her composure for a moment and wrapped her in a hug. 

There were people about, servants and knights, so Nancy straightened herself up, clearing her throat and trying not to relish too much in the flush which crept up Robin’s face. "I have matters to attend to. Perhaps you could accompany me to my rooms, so we might discuss your idea further?”

As soon as they got inside Nancy's chamber, she kissed Robin. Robin was surprised but delighted. "I'll admit, I hoped you wouldn't marry him — and not just because he's an oaf."

Nancy's maid came in from the adjoining room to say her bath was ready.

She blushed a little and dismissed the maid. "We’re discussing important matters. The water will keep warm, I'll attend to my own bath in time.

Once the maid was gone, Nancy met Robin’s eye and led her out to the other room, where the bath water was steaming behind an ornate screen.

They undressed each other slowly, careful hands unlacing corsetry and sliding down arms, unhooking stockings, gowns dropping to the floor. The bathtub was barely big enough for two, but they climbed in, using the soap, washing as an excuse to touch, lingering in certain places and avoiding others until the desire builds too high and they can't help it anymore.

The water was cold by the time they got out, drying each other off, exchanging now-familiar touches to still-sensitive areas. Nancy helped Robin back into her clothes, leaving soft kisses on every inch of skin before she covered them up, to be unwrapped again at a later date. They had all the time in the world. 

Time for what they desired.

[hiatuswhore]

𝔗𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶

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She could never fully put it into words or truly explain her friendship with Eddie Munson. No one could make her laugh the way Eddie could. She enjoyed listening to his nerd rambling about Dungeons and Dragons or a new song he learned on his guitar. A good day could be sharing a blunt on his couch or even just them doing homework in her room . Though he grumbles about it, she’s sure he enjoys adding to the matching bracelets she made them, a new add on for every special occasion. The bracelet has five, one from the first year of being friends, the other four from two birthdays together, and the last they made for the beginning of the year as luck, graduation.

Her peers could not grasp the concept of an attractive cheerleader befriending someone deemed a freak. Nor could they understand why she never took the time to justify it. She still hung out with Chrissy Cunningham and many of the school athletes, easily managing a dual life. A definite contender for homecoming and prom queen, not a single soul in the building could say they did not know (Y/n) (L/n). Many would say great things, typically tailing on a comment about her friendship with Eddie as if he sits like an ugly mark on her shiny reputation.

No matter how much her reputation glittered it was far from gold, she was many things but her cowardice would take the forefront of her mind. Without a doubt (Y/n) and Eddie were destined to meet. Their mutual love of inside jokes and music being a gateway to a friendship that blends seamlessly. A bond unmatched by anyone else in her life, a certainty that she would burn the entirety of Hawkins down if it meant the Hellfire freak would be okay. Though it seemed she would never muster up the courage to share just how much she loved the metal teen it would appear that time would not be on their side.

She was supposed to be there when Chrissy was making her purchase. Eddie had told her what time and they planned to smoke some weed and relax on his couch at home. The win of the basketball team and large influx of invites to plans washed it all away. She found herself more distracted and by the time she looked at the clock she thought, He’ll be fine; I can just explain in the morning.

By the next morning police tape and officers blocked the road leading to Eddie’s house. No one would provide answers and the news only added to her ball of nerves and ever growing frantic state. Her parents insisted she get some rest to calm her anxiety, her bedroom bringing ease to many of her fears.

“I thought���the news—I,” Nearly tackling Eddie into a hug, he gave her a light squeeze as he whispered rambled all that happened. She did not care at first for details as her mind only focused on a single joy, he was alive. As Chrissy’s name left his lips her smile dissolved, an earth shattering reality sinking in. “Eddie you ran, they’re going to think you did this.”

“I didn’t do this (Y/n). You have to believe me, I would never hurt Chrissy. You know me,” He said, watching her with pleading eyes but it did nothing to the horror dancing in her own.

“Eddie you can’t stay here,” As the words leave her lips his shoulders fall in defeat, the tightening of his chest’s constricting and her rooms no longer inviting. He looks down at his feet missing how a tear drops from her cheeks, “It’s the first place they’ll look for you. You can take my bike in the garage and one of my Dad’s hoodies. Go down the alley all the way down leads to the woods.”

“You’re helping me?” Eddie’s head snapped up to find her staring as if she will never see him again. She nods her head saying she knows him better than anyone in this town.

“Come on. The police could show up here at any point, you cant be here,” She says, poking her head out of her room door she moves meticulously through her home with Eddie in tow. Her parents reside in the living room, oblivious to their daughter sneaking a person of interest out of the back door. In the garage reveals a bunch of old junk from over the years. She grabs her dads old work hoodie and her old bike before leading Eddie into the alley. The two move slow and neither say a word during the process, the weight of the situation growing heavier and heavier by the second.

Eddie slips the dirty hoodie on with ease and still not a word between the two. When he takes the handles from her hands is when it all crashes down on the two. He pulls her into a hug without warning, earning a flinch in response. The two stand like this for several seconds without a clue of what awaits them.

“Take this with you,” She says slipping off her bracelet Eddie frowns at the gesture. He tells no way but she shakes her looking at him with pleading eyes. They are both only kids, scared kids. “I don’t know what comes next Eddie and for the first time I can’t be there for you. So where ever you go I need to know you’re not alone, not completely.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” He knows his words do not sound believable nor does it eases her worry or his own. When silence greets the two after a few seconds her turns onto the bike ready to pedal off without destination. She reaches out grabbing his forearm halting his movements and her tears fall freely as she scolds herself.

“Eddie I have to tell you somet—“ A dry chuckle leaves his lips as he mutters not like this. She can see how he blinks away the tears that well up in his eyes and fails to offer her a reassuring smile.

“I have wanted this moment from the second I saw you but not like this. Tell me when it’s all over,” Not giving her a chance to say another word he pedals off down the alley. The urge to look back strong as he can feel her eyes burning holes into his back but he continues forward.

The cops did arrive at the (L/n) residence with endless questions. She was sure they knew she was lying and her parents were no help. Her distraught persona and dejected personality only adding to the suspicious eyes. As town drowned in hysterics she just wanted to know if he was okay. No matter how bad things got they always seemed to get worse. Hawkins was tearing from the seams and town felt as though it was leveling. So much devastation in the matter of seconds.

When it came time the gruesome nature of Chrissy’s death and matching others would clear Eddie’s name. It was finally over, entering the high school gymnasium the two walked in sync. For the first time in several stressful days, Eddie was happy.

“I need to find (Y/n), Henderson. She would definitely be here helping with this,” Eddie said, parting from Dustin he ignored the watchful eyes of his peers and neighbors. Though his name was cleared it did not stop their questions so much so it masked the looks of sorrow. His eyes skimmed the room without care looking for the familiar girl with a terrible laugh and large smile. When he found it, his eyes did not light up like usual. On the wall by the back her picture sat up with many, flowers and bears and cards scattering the floor by it. Beneath her own picture sat her Pom-poms, only identifiable because of the gold pendant with her last name attached. Above the pictures read in bold letter, REST EASY, HAWKINS STUDENTS.

Realization came fast. Vecna had won, leaving only devastation in his wake. She was taken when the ground had split, it was a quick and painless death. That’s what coroner told her parents and that’s what they told Eddie. Just like that he would give anything to know what she was going to say. The only thing left behind being her bracelet, a little piece of herself readily available beyond the her that now only exists in memories. For the first time he needed her to put it in words, he needed her to explain their friendship. He needed her.

[dreamsculptor]

It hasn't been quite a year, but I looked back here and saw my last pinned post, and thought I might make another.

I was reading over my last pinned post and it's funny how much better things have gotten since then. I don't have the same job, I work somewhere else now, and it shows me how much better things can be. I was holding my head above the water with the last team I worked with, but now I have coworkers and managers that care about and support me.

Last time, I mentioned that my birthday had passed, and that just a small few friends came by for a little while but had to leave. I was happy for it but this year was so much better and it was what I had hoped for last year.

I had most of the same, I just invited my coworkers and friends to come hang out, have cake and food and such. A bunch of my coworkers came by and stayed well until 10 or 11 at night before everyone started heading home, and it was so much fun, and so fulfilling. It took 24 years but I finally have what I wished for all along: people that I can physically be with, that I have some kind of tangible love with. Life is full of hits-and-misses and attempted connections and bitter failures, but eventually you do get your chance. It was all worth it in the end.

I finished FFXIV, too, which is fun! Now I'm part of the crowd waiting with bated breath for the next expansion, but now that I have finished it, I find myself needing new ways to fill the time that used to be playing FF. I've picked up, played, and even finished some handful of games; Palworld, Vintage Story, a bit of Transistor, and the ever-beloved Sims. And in every game I play I find myself delightfully driven to create and write and join in on the world.

I managed to find and join a company in FFXIV that's focused on roleplay, and I've been having a lot of fun with Sye, but I've also created Takumi now too! They've got all their bits and pieces in motion, but aside from that, I also reached out to and joined an RP-focused Vintage Story server. It's been a lot of fun finally getting to indulge these things that I wanted to do for so long, but tried and failed so many times.

I've also been befriending my company mates, many of whom also love to write and draw and otherwise create. I got to read the draft of the first chapter of my friend's book; I am proofreading and editing for another one of them; and yet another has given me a link to their old D&D information for me to go read. I've made new friends, in and out of FFXIV, and even they have tons of amazing art and writing to share. Even in other games, like Vintage Story, I'm playing with friends and forming towns where we actually work together and delegate specific tasks to people who want to do them. It feels like all of the joys I experienced as a kid are finally being re-ignited in the best way possible.

I haven't written too much - if you don't count roleplay posts - but I have been indulging the ~egotistical~ love of my own voice. It's been fun making pseudo-audiobooks of the fics I've written and singing all of the songs that I love and getting to talk and laugh with my company mates and other friends.

All in all, I think I can say I'm happy with where my life is right now. I'll leave this with a pristine verse from Kristoff Krane this time:

Making love, making friends, no doubt I make a difference There's positive and negative effects of my decisions And although my dreams are selfish, I hope you can relate May my attempts at being honest resurrect the fact I'm fake

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Instead of albums, this time, I leave you with songs:

Passing Through - Kaden MacKay Thank You Energy - Kristoff Krane Doing My Thing - Kristoff Krane Knocking on Wood - Spose Okay - Atmosphere

[thecandywrites]

Monster March Day 6- Android/Robot/Cyborg Part 2

So this is the NSFW part of the story. And it's just...all under the cut.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. As well as @catbatart for their Monster March list as well. Enjoy.

Part 2

The Joys and Dangers of Intimacy

However, true to the ship’s prediction. In two weeks, he had noticed several crew members get irritable. But nothing compared to the all out fights, and pranks and abuse he had seen on other ships where the crew was mostly male. A few terse comments, a few cries, and most of all, almost a mass consumption of several foods, the most notable ones being chocolate, ice cream and pasta and bread. And then, almost just as quickly as it started, it ended, apologies were given, amends were made. Many flowers were given to various crew members and a few laughs in the mass hall and everything was back to being perfectly pleasant and wonderful again. 

And then, two weeks after that, then he started to notice every organic female crew member seemed to smile extra brightly and happily, especially at him. He had never gotten this many compliments or praise in his life. He was nearly overwhelmed by the attention and then the warning he had gotten from Captain Leah came to mind. 

Then the invitations came that Leah had alluded to. And as much as it sounded fun. The personal relationships he had garnered with the other crew members, he didn’t feel warranted such things as he, personally, didn’t feel comfortable being that intimate with those who asked. And when he stated his reasons for declining their offers, his treatment did not change or diminish, if anything they all practically flocked to him and befriended him even more! And soon, he was seemingly the favorite of the ship’s crew. He was welcome in every cabin, at any table, in any other social space, either public or private. And hugs! He didn’t know hugs could be so wonderful and rewarding. So much touching and casual intimacy and vulnerability. He had never been happier than to be on this ship, with these people, hauling cargo on an older but beloved and cherished ship. 

But by the third month, he decided to indulge himself. And when asked if he wanted to be intimate, he decided to agree and happily took her back to his cabin and got the attachment out of the box and together they managed to attach it. 

But to his shock, it didn’t do anything. It didn’t “turn on” or anything. It was just…there. There was no sensitivity that he had become accustomed to on the covering over his body that mimicked organic flesh. Then he, out of desperation tried to use the replacement but it had the same result. 

“Well, I guess we’re just going to have to wait until we can get back in port and you can get another one.” Izzy offered with a bit of disappointment before she redressed and left. 

“Moana, where is the captain?” Oliver asked the ship, since Moana was the ship’s computer program. 

“Captain Leah is currently in her quarters.” Moana answered before Oliver simply got redressed himself and clicked the button on the panel to show he wanted access to her cabin. 

“Come on in Oliver.” Leah answered as she got up from her couch where she was reading an older, but beloved book and stood to look at him curiously. 

“Is everything ok?” She asked. 

“No. Izzy wished to engage in sexual intercourse with me and I wished to do the same. However, I have never unboxed my genitalia, or attached before and it is not working. And I am distressed while Izzy is disappointed.” Oliver explained. 

“Oh. Ok. So, what remedy would you like to have for this?” Leah asked carefully. 

“Could you please help me to see if I attached it wrong or that I did not attach it correctly, despite following the instructions?” Oliver asked. 

“Of course. I’ll be happy to help however I can. Do you still have the box?” She asked. 

“Yes, it is here.” He said as he lifted the box that had been in his hand. 

“Ok, well, let’s look together.” She offered as she took the box and took out the instruction manual and even took out the special mold that it rested in before a cord came out that had been hidden in a compartment that he had not noticed before. 

“Oooh. It’s a rechargeable one. So you have to charge it and then recharge it. Come on, I’ll show you how to do that.” She offered as she went with him back to his quarters and plugged in the port. 

“Penis please.” Leah tried not to laugh as she held out her hand expectantly before he dropped his pants and disconnected it and handed it to her as she blushed but still found the charging port and plugged it in before she did the same with the other. 

“Oh, I feel them now. Yes, it has very low battery life.” He realized. 

“Yeah, usually once it fully charges and then attaches to you, you can set it to permanently attach and then it will simply feed off of your own circuitry to always stay charged or exchange or interchange them if you wish to acquire others.” Leah explained. 

“So I have options to get others?” Oliver asked before Leah seemed to give him a meaningful look and grin before she pulled up the special catalog that had just been downloaded and brought it up for him to view. 

“You can have as many as you wish to buy and can afford.” Leah offered before she got up and gestured for him to sit down at his own desk. 

“My advice, use this original one or even the replacement one- once or twice or even a few times, see how they operate and feel and will be what you want or need them to be, then if you aren’t happy or satisfied, upgrade.” Leah offered as she moved to leave. 

“Leah?” Oliver asked. 

“Yeah?” She asked as she paused to turn to face him.

“Of all the crew members, you have never asked me for intimacy. Does this mean you are satisfied with how things are now that you do not wish for more or do you feel it will be a conflict of interest or ethics for you to ask?” Oliver asked her. 

“It would be a conflict of interest and ethically, a moral gray area. So that’s why I would never ask.” Leah asked. 

“But if I were to ask you to engage in intercourse with me, would you want to comply? Or would you still refuse?” Oliver asked. 

“Well that depends on if you really wanted to engage in it with me or if you would only be doing so because you still feel some sense of debt towards me. Because if it’s the latter, I would decline. Because that is no way to be a good captain, or even a crew member for that matter.” Leah specified. 

“Well, to a degree, I feel indebted to you for saving me from the Brigadeen, however that only impresses upon me that you are a very good and kind being and use your authority for the help and betterment of others. And I deeply respect and admire you for it. But I also do desire a closeness and intimacy with you that stems from such respect and admiration and you are quite attractive as well.” Oliver confessed as Leah just smiled wider as her cheeks just flushed deeper and harder.  

“Ok. Then how about you get this sorted and any kinks in its operation worked out first. Then if you’re still interested, you can ask again.” Leah offered amicably with a fond grin before she left and had to simply hum a giggle to herself before she messaged Izzy about it. And within another minute Izzy was hastily almost jogging down the hallway. 

“Thanks Leah!” Izzy said as she paused to press a kiss to her older sister figure’s cheek before she hit the button Oliver’s cabin several times, anxious to get back in before she was let back in and had her power charger with her to power charge his attachments so they could get more time to enjoy sex with each other. 

Leah went back into her cabin and asked for the volume of her music to be raised to help drown out the noise coming from across the hall. Because the moment Izzy had supercharged one, she used the one and then traded it out for the other that had reached it’s charge as Oliver immediately ordered a super charger as well accessed the special catalog and thanks to his sign on bonus, practically ordered one of everything from the catalog. Because intimacy, for the first time in his life, was a very pleasurable experience now that he was fully informed and consenting and willing participant. 

Once Izzy was good and satisfied, she helped clean and disinfect them and then asked if it was ok for her to tell the other interested parties that he was now fully equipped, but only if he was interested. But now that he was experienced with Izzy, now his desire for Leah was only more prominent as he politely declined and wished to keep this new development private, which Izzy respected and was happy to agree to. 

Izzy then got redressed and slinked from his quarters to Leah’s. 

“So?” Leah asked as Izzy practically became a pile of mush on her couch. 

“Sooo good!” Izzy squealed. 

“And he wants to keep it “private”.” Izzy added. 

“Good for him. I take it he enjoyed it too?” Leah offered. 

“Yeah, had his artificial testicles been filled with psuedo cum, I might have run him dry.” Izzy clicked her sharp fanged teeth. 

“Well, enjoy it, just make sure you don’t get too territorial ok?” Leah urged. 

“Not a problem.” Izzy reassured her friend and captain before Leah’s tablet went off when there was an alert for a massive protocol download before Leah picked it up and looked at it and raised her eyebrows at it. 

“What?” Izzy asked. 

“Uh, you’re really going to enjoy future sessions with him, because he’s downloading the kamasutra and a lot of other how to be a good lover manuals.” Leah said as she moved to show Izzy who squealed and made a shrill call of delight. 

“Lube, I need lube! Lots of lube and pseudo semen for him.” Izzy immediately said as she used Leah’s pad to make the purchase once she signed in as herself. 

“Just as long as we don’t have another “Cable” situation, you guys knock yourselves out.” Leah offered as she granted Oliver the extra bandwidth so he could download all the information that much faster. 

“So, I gotta ask, are you gonna get a taste of Oliver too?” Izzy asked once she signed out of the pad and returned it to the table. 

“Well this is still new and novel to him because I think in the past, he wasn’t given too much of a choice. But if he really pursues it, I might consider it.” Leah admitted with a blush. 

“Well, even factory specs are more than enough to get the job done, that’s for sure. It’s a good thing he had two, cause we got to use both and enjoy both.” Izzy offered. 

“So what was the final count?” Leah asked. 

“Oh at least four for me, I think he had 5 or 6 though. He was still learning himself I think.” She ventured. 

“Well, then I guess I’ll wait until he fully knows himself then.” Leah decided. 

“Oh, I’ll help him explore everything he wants to.” Izzy giggled licentiously. 

Oliver, was delighted when they came back to port, he got a whole crate of “goods” as he happily took them back to his quarters and immediately plugged them all in to charge as well begin to charge all the power bricks. 

“So which one do you want to try out first?” Izzy asked as she giddily appraised how his cabin was just covered in artificial genetalia, half of which could directly link up with him, others he’d have to use special adaptors for. 

“Whichever one will please the Captain best.” Oliver answered as Izzy’s face fell before she tried to push it down and smile despite her disappointment. 

“Oh, Izzy, you are distressed, I apologize, I should have asked which one would please you best.” Oliver realized once he saw her reaction. 

“No, it’s fine. She’s….Leah’s great. And honestly if your heart is set on her, I get it.” Izzy tried to waive off despite the tears to her eyes. 

“No, it is not fine, you are still distressed, please, tell me how to make the distress go away.” Oliver requested. 

“You can’t Oliver, it’s ok. I mean, it makes sense. Leah saved you. She’s the one who has insisted you get the proper care and maintenance you’ve been needing and has given you a fresh new start. I understand that your feelings for her would eclipse any other you might have grown for the others. And I got exactly what I asked for. Friends with sexual benefits and no commitments, or complications, it’s ok, really.” Izzy shook her head and pushed the discomfort down deeper so Oliver wouldn’t see or be able to tell.  

“But, if you are going to go for Leah, you may want to download some aggressive alpha protocols. Because she’s used to always being in charge and she is used to always giving orders. So, from what I’ve seen. In any kind of romantic or even just a plain sexual relationship, she’ll want to relinquish that control and have someone else call the shots, if not downright dominate her. But that’s just what I’ve seen. I could be wrong. You should probably talk to her about it and what she would want.” Izzy offered before she turned on her heel and got out of there as quickly as she could. 

“Izzy?” Leah asked when Izzy caught her gaze and quickly looked away as her facade faltered. 

“Hun? What’s wrong?” Leah asked as she simply stepped to the side to make sure Izzy was ok. 

“Nothing, nothing.” Izzy tried to shake off. 

“Izkansia, what’s wrong?” Leah asked before Izzy pulled her into a corner. 

“So, Oliver ordered a bunch of new cocks.” Izzy began. 

“Ok.” Leah knitted her brows. 

“Yeah, turns out. He didn’t get any of it for me.” Izzy admitted as tears started to blur her vision. 

“And I of course, thought that because him and I have been fucking, pretty regularly, and what I understood as exclusive ever since I asked last time. And today he got a whole crateful of them in and I thought we were about to be two kids in a candy store and go nuts and I traded my shift with Sisti just so him and I could...” Izzy began to explain.

“Play?” Leah supplied. 

“Oh no, did he get it all for…me?” Leah asked, mortified at Izzy’s rejection. 

“Yup.” Izzy popped that ‘p’ like the bubble of her ego did just moments before. 

“I’m so sorry, he asked and I turned him down. I didn’t think…” Leah began. 

“No! It’s ok. Really. I got exactly what I asked for. A friends with benefits relationship with no commitment or complications. And here I am, catching feelings and making it complicated we got to be mutually exclusive for the last month.” Izzy tried to laugh off her own heartbreak before Leah just stood on tip toe to embrace her friend as Izzy wrapped her four arms around Leah’s torso and held her against her carapice. 

“I’m so sorry Izzy, I can…” Leah began. 

“No. Oliver’s friendship is a treasure and anything more than that is a gift, honestly. Please don’t turn him down just on account of me. I know you and your own heart have already been through the ringer and Oliver is amazing and if Oliver wants you and you want him, you shouldn’t let me get in the way of that.” Izzy cut her off. 

“He’s not exactly my type though.” Leah admitted. 

“But he could be. All he would need is a dominating alpha werewolf protocol and you’d be putty on your own floor.” Izzy laughed despite it.  

“But then he wouldn’t be the Oliver we’ve all grown to love and admire. We like him because he’s not that. He’s sweet and helpful and mild and accommodating and takes direction like a dream.” Leah noted. 

“Well, that’s why you need to install a voice activated protocol, use a trigger word to get him into alpha mode and then another word to get him out of it again.” Izzy offered. 

“But not if it’s at your expense.” Leah offered as she pulled back to still look up into Izzy’s eyes. 

“It’s not my expense. I just need to find another Oliver who will like me as much he seems to like you because he has been lowkey asking everyone, basically how to woo you and I’m kicking myself for ignoring the signs for a damn month.” Izzy chided herself. 

“But if he’s used you to gain sexual experience, that’s still usery.” Leah frowned. 

“No. That damn free will, it makes the choice to love you mean something.” Izzy noted. 

“No, it’s just plain experience. And honestly, if I really wanted to spring for it, I could buy another just like him and program him to just service me sexually, they make sex droids. I should just get one.” Izzy offered as she slowly set Leah back down on her feet again and withdrew to try to get recomposed.

“But it just wouldn’t be the same.” Leah sympathized. 

“True. But in the mean time, if you saw anything in there, I can give you a copy of his order slip so you could get it yourself. You could one those mechanical bull type deals and attach it to that.” Leah offered. 

“Yeah, that would be good.” Izzy said before Leah took out her pocket communicator and sent it to Izzy. 

“There you go. This is on me. 5 thousand credits. Go nuts.” Leah invited. 

“Not bad for a broken heart. I should get my heart broken more often.” Izzy tried to joke. 

“I know. Sucky consolation prize.” Leah offered. 

“Nah, it’s good. We’re good. I promise.” Izzy offered before she excused herself to go to her own room to begin her own shopping spree before Leah marched over to Oliver’s room but hesitated in pressing the call button as her sense told her it was a bad idea and just as she turned and took a step away, Oliver appeared in his doorway. 

“Oh Captain Leah, I need to talk to you, could you come inside please?” Oliver invited as Leah simply held her head up higher and put her shoulders back before she turned to him and took the three steps into his quarters but refused to take more than a single step inside his quarters. 

“Maybe I should wait for this conversation. You appear agitated.” Oliver realized. 

“What is it, Ensign?” Leah asked, perhaps a bit more sharply than she usually spoke to him as she could see his facial expression change to one of confusion. 

“Can I have a conversation with just Leah or are you on duty as Captain?” Oliver asked as Leah took a measured breath as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“What is it Oliver?” Leah asked as her shoulders dropped just a hair. 

“I was hoping to ask you if you’d consider having a romantic and possibly a sexual development to our friendship.” Oliver asked hopefully. 

“Not right now Oliver.” Leah shook her head no. 

“May I ask why?” Oliver asked. 

“Because of your current relationship with Izzy.” Leah answered. 

“Oh, I did not mean to hurt Izzy.” Oliver sheepishly offered. 

“I know you didn’t. But she’s my friend. And out of respect and admiration for her, her emotional wellbeing means more to me than my own personal pleasure should I engage in such things with you.” Leah insisted. 

“I see.” Oliver nodded in understanding before Leah nodded as well before she left, her head a bit lowered than she usually wore it. 

However, the next day, the crew had a last minute addition to the staff. An actual sex droid named Alexjandro to “service” the staff. And while he was not interested engaging himself with the newcomer, he was curious as to why everyone, excluding the captain, invited the bot into their quarters when they weren’t going to his. 

And if Oliver thought he had a wide selection. Alexjandro was a true professional and their quarters were practically decorated with various attachments all over the walls, so that anyone could come in, pick their preferred “attachment” and then an hour later, they left. He had his “hours” of operation and even the same pay as him. But he was restricted to common areas and personal quarters and he was not allowed in other areas of the ship. Mostly because he wasn’t needed or “worked” in those areas. 

But it seemed Izzy’s infatuation with him passed as Alexjandro was now the favorite of the crew. But Oliver took heart and courage that Leah did not engage with Alexjandro. As she was, if anything, extremely detached to him, she was polite, when in public areas but other than professional courtesy. But nothing more than that. 

“So I hear you have quite the collection of “attachments”,” Alexjandro murmured to Oliver as Oliver was preparing coffee for the crew in the mass hall one morning for the rest of the crew. 

“I do.” Oliver confirmed. 

“Would you mind showing me? Maybe I can buy a few off of you that you don’t want or use or need?” Alexjandro offered. 

“Yes, that would be equitable.” Oliver agreed before the two went to his room as Alexandro appraised the attachments but already had most of them. The only one he didn’t have, was a copy of Oliver’s genitalia. 

“Wait, is this your original attachment?” Alexjandro asked. 

“Yes. That is the one I do not need and you may purchase it for fair market value.” Oliver answered since the one that Leah had ordered for him, stayed in it’s box, near his bedside. And was the only thing that Oliver did feel a sense of sentimentality towards. 

“So you found one that you like better?” Alexjandro asked. 

“Yes. This one. This was the one the Captain ordered for me after my initial inspection where she found I had no genitals attached. She feared that the ones you were holding were destroyed or mutilated. Thus why it was not attached. So she ordered me a replacement that has extra aftermarket features I’ve enjoyed more than the original.” Oliver answered as he simply took out the box but refused to open it to show him. 

“Oh, the ice queen.” Alexjandro noted with a smug grin. 

“Excuse me? Why would you call Captain Leah “the ice queen”?” Oliver asked curiously as Alexjandro simply grinned wryly. 

“Because she’s been nothing but cold to me ever since I came on board. I’ve noticed I’m the only one who receives such treatment.” Alexjandro answered. 

“Oh, that is because of me.” Oliver began before Oliver explained the situation before Alexjandro’s addition to the crew.

“Ah.” Alexjandro nodded in understanding. 

“Well, a hundred and fifty credits for the attachment then.” Alexjandro offered as he was still holding the original. 

“I believe that is a hundred credits over what it is worth. You would be overpaying.” Oliver argued. 

“Nope. That’s fair. Trust me. What you see in the computer isn’t always right. This is practically mint in box. Only used once on one person. Which makes it practically brand new. And it comes with the story and background and something called “providence”. Which makes it far more valuable. I won’t give you a half credit less than 150 credits.” Alexjandro insisted. 

“Very well.” Oliver agreed before Oliver broke the sync he had with it and Alexandro synced with it himself before Alexandro gave Oliver a link to a special program catalog that was usually only used by sex droids as well as highlighting what Alexjandro had read on Leah. What she would like, what she would please her best because part of Alexjandro’s programming came with a special system to read biological life forms, and use small cues like a mentalist would to create something of an algorithm to predict what that person would like. And Alexandro simply gave it Oliver. Who then, downloaded the program and ran the algorithm with what he already had on the crew and it came with shockingly accurate results. Especially for Izzy. So Oliver had hope and something akin to faith that it would be accurate for Leah. 

So Oliver, after some encouragement from Alexjandro decided to approach Leah again when the ship was in port in the next month after that. Leah stayed with the ship while everyone else was in port getting what they wanted and needed. Leaving only the other androids and robots on duty while the ship was docked. 

And Oliver decided to come to Leah’s cabin and pressed the call button. 

“Enter.” Leah answered. 

“Yes Ensign Oliver?” Leah asked as she didn’t bother getting up or really looking up from her records as she did payroll as well as an inventory. 

“Can I please converse with Leah instead of the Captain?” Oliver asked. 

“Yeah, sure, what’s up Olie?” Leah asked before she looked up from her records to look at him curiously as Oliver seemed to fidget before he took the seat on the other side of her desk. 

“I would like to reask some questions to you. Because I feel your views and stand may have changed.” Oliver asked. 

“Ok.” Leah gave him a curious smile. 

“I would like to pursue a romantic and sexual relationship with you in addition to our working and friendship relationship.” Oliver suggested as Leah finally grinned widely. 

“I was hoping you were going to ask that. Yes. I would like that. However, before we proceed, we should lay some boundaries ok?” Leah offered. 

“Agreed. I would understand that especially outside of your quarters or mine, you are still the captain and I should remain subordinate and continue with my duties and shifts.” Oliver offered. 

“That’s correct.” Leah nodded in agreement. 

“However, it was suggested, that because you are the captain and are always in charge of your ship and crew, that in your personal life and personal and romantic relationships, you would prefer someone else to be in control.” Oliver added. 

“Really?” Leah giggled licentiously as she thought that over as she leaned over the desk even more towards him.  

“That’s also correct.” Leah giggled as she blushed.

“So, I have downloaded a dominating protocol. Which you can access with any chosen command you wish.” Oliver offered. 

“How about…’Olivier’?” Leah proposed. 

“Ah, yes, that is accurate. And what command would you like to use for me to exit the protocol?” Oliver asked. 

“I need Oliver, please.” Leah offered. 

“Very well, those commands are set.” Oliver offered. 

“And when would you like to engage…?” Oliver began to ask. 

“Olivier. Would you fuck me over my desk?” Leah asked and Oliver gleefully let the protocol enact before he got up, pulled Leah up to her feet and then proceeded to practically rip her uniform off of her and shoved the datapads on her desk off to the floor as his own clothes seemed to get the same treatment before he shoved her onto her own desk, and roughly spread her legs wide to accommodate him before he gave his cock enough lubrication to slide in on it’s own without much else as he shoved it deep inside, only for Leah to gasp and moan as her fingers curled over the edge of the desk as she even raised her ass higher to get the angle of him just right inside of her. 

“Ohh, fuck me.” Leah groaned before Oliver slapped her ass and pulled on her tail to pull her flesh flush with his own while the tip of her tail wiggled in delight while the fine hairs on her body raised as gooseflesh bloomed down her arms. 

“Oh I intend to.” Oliver rumbled before he grabbed her by the horns to really give her spine a stretch as she moaned and keened again before he started up an almost heinous rhythm before he was rewarded to see her start to change her form, to actually be smaller so that his cock felt larger inside of her. 

“Change back.” Oliver commanded before she did and was rewarded when the aftermarket cock she had bought him got as large as her body could allow as her whole body shuddered and adjusted to him. 

“Oh fuck. Yes! Yes!” Leah cried before Oliver continued with his onslaught into her before another another cock came out from being stored in his extra compartment, and speared her pucker, causing a delighted shriek of pleasure from her along with a trill that Oliver could feel travel from deep in her chest, down her body and into his own. It was true, he had done his homework on Leah and her species and knew that only when they were engaged in something that truly pleased and excited them, did they make that trill and he continued until that trill got louder and more intense until she practically vibrated with it and was practically vibrating him with it too. But his feet were firmly planted into the floor while her prehensile tail wrapped around his torso to keep him as close as possible, allowing only his pelvis to rock against her as he grinded and pounded his strokes into her. 

Leah then began to make a sound that was both higher yet lower than what normal ears could hear, but Oliver but could still hear and feel it in addition to the normal hearing range while her body slowly became more and more animalistic in it’s appearance. Because she kept a more “humanoid” form while outside of her cabin to put the other crewmembers at ease because her true more “creature” form tended to put others on edge. Oliver got to see more of the fanged teeth, claws and even in certain areas, fur, accentuated by scales that were the most beautiful colors with iridescence. 

Then he started to make the same vocalizations that he had heard males of her species were known to make and that’s when things went from great to fantastic. 

The moment his enhanced voice box made those calls, suddenly, she was practically crawling over the desk, taking him with her, thanks to her tail and once in the bed, he practically shoved her face into the pillows and grabbed her hair with one hand while the other braced his body up by placing his hand between her long shoulder blades and that’s when he pulled out all the stops so to speak because when trigaxians mated, it was usually a few males ganging up on a female. So he added a few cocks to each hole, to stretch her as wide as she could go while his body released a synthetic male trigaxian pheromone, based on her own pheromones and what would genetically speaking, appeal to her on the most base, creature level. And he made several variants and immediately released three and Leah could not have been more happy about it. Her eyes were threatening to roll back into her skull as Oliver engaged his own prehensile attachment to wrap around her waist while his hands moved to her hips to keep a firm grip on them to keep her with him on the softer bed surface. 

This was probably why she didn’t engage sexually with others. She simply, wasn’t attracted to them on any level. But thanks to his own artificial attempts, he was happy he could be the closest thing to the real thing. She had started to shred her bedding as she desperately wanted the release that was fast approaching. 

Then Oliver got the treat of his life when her skin started to glow, it pulsed and a beautiful myriad of patterns that he took notice of before he started to make- what was in his own ears- a low grunting rumble as he did his best to make his body correspond and shake with the sound as her body responded by giving a similar answering call that practically made the room shake and the objects on the shelves rattle. Oliver tried again and her answering call was even bigger and louder and the reverberations on the room around them were even more pronounced and with one last shove, desperate to fill her as much as he could, he had every cock ejaculate special pseudo semen, each laced with it’s own cocktail of synthetic trigaxian male pheromone and hormone just as she climaxed and her own essence then had a chain reaction and solidified, to keep him right where he was and would no sooner force him to break his attachments off before they could be removed as he dumped every drop he had made up to that point- into her as her belly and her bowels filled with it while her flesh was eager suck up every molecule of synthetic hormone and pheromone. 

“Fuck, yeah, like…like that.” Leah managed to mumble, her voice muffled by the contents that had been inside of her pillow only a moment before. 

“It will take a while to replicate more synthetic pseudo semen.” Oliver informed her as he was just happy that she obviously enjoyed it as she was content to relax and simply lay on her bed with Oliver laying over her, his weight mimicking a mating gang perfectly. 

“Yeah, that was…that was perfect.” Leah praised as her brain was swimming in happiness and satisfaction as her form felt like it finally had an infuriating primal itch finally get scratched and a need finally getting filled before Oliver moved her hair and other debris out of her face. 

“There you are.” Oliver smiled adoringly as she turned more towards him. 

“Here I am.” Leah said. 

“And you’ve never been more beautiful.” Oliver praised before he kissed her sweetly, feeling very honored that she trusted him enough to really show him what she really was. 

“And you’ve never looked more handsome. I see you did your homework.” She murmured. 

“I have done my fair share of research and preparations for this encounter, yes.” Oliver confirmed. 

“Why?” Leah asked. 

“Because you were the first person to look at me and see me for what I could be, and not what I was. So I’ve wanted to return the favor.” He answered as her eyes got glassy but her smile, with it’s large, fanged teeth, was just as beautiful as any wonder in the universe. 

“And now I get to see you for what you really are, and not what you feel you have to be for everyone else.” Oliver offered before Leah’s body gave another substance that once again liquified her essence to release him so he could lay beside her and hold her as she cozied up into his chest while Oliver was happy to hold her and pet her head, and her hair and down her back, along the trail of hair and scales as he then used the last of his bank account to get more attachments and improvements to his form to make him appear, sound, smell and feel like a trigaxian. Because he was sure that if “Olivier” was going to be needed and wanted more, he would change himself to suit her, including a damn near series of trigaxian male cocks in various sizes to go with his tail along with as much synthetic trigaxian pseudo semen base as he could. Getting a whole barrel of it along with a variety pack of strains of hormone and pheromones to add to it. 

“What are you doing? I hear your gears whizzing away like crazy.” Leah asked. 

“Acquiring more aftermarket attachments and enhancements. If you want and need a trigaxian, thankfully, I’m an android who can put on various sets of covers for my body and appendages to better suit your wants, needs and tastes.” He offered. 

“But you are great just the way you are.” Leah tried to counter. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that once I try them out and you’re not happy with them, I can return it to get my credits back. But, if it does please you, then you get to enjoy me with the extra enhancement.” Oliver offered. 

“Ok, fine. When will they be here?” Leah asked. 

“Day after tomorrow.” He answered. 

“Ok.” Leah smiled. 

However, that still left Oliver to try and use every set of genitalia he had on her until then as she was happy to immediately pick out her favorites that were similar enough to please and pleasure her best. And while they wrecked her bed, she was happy to replace every piece with a more “durable” set of bedding that would mimic her world’s flora because her kind often mated out in nature back in the home planet. 

But once they got the parts in stock. Leah was antsy and anxious to see how he would look as she paced in her room and waited for him to come, her tail whipping behind her and nearly cracking like a literal whip a few times, which her tail, thankfully could do. 

But when she heard the heavy knock on the door, the doors could not open fast enough to reveal Oliver, looking like a damn near biological tragaxian! And her tail actually whipped and the crack was so loud it echoed off the walls as her pupils got as wide as they could go. 

“Oh Olivier!” Leah nearly cackled gleefully before she all but pounced on him. Her powerful hind legs launching her into his arms before they made out as he moved her to the bed and actually broke the frame of the bed thanks to the heavy attachments since his rebuild now accommodated his now heavier body as his new tongue, also coated in a saliva base laced with synthetic hormones and pheramones slithered along her neck before the tongue tightened around her throat like a collar while his large maw opened and the teeth just seemed to rest against her skin while a humidifier imitated a hot, wet breath to help aerate the saliva as his now long, and large tragaxian phallus laid stiff and ready on her belly while his pelvis rocked back so he could insert that and a few others into her as her legs were already spread as her lower legs crossed behind his waist before he grabbed her legs and practically pinned her fore knees next to her head to open herself up wide for him while he aligned his first extra large phallus and the second into her rear and while he eased the latter in, the first was practically aching to be joined with her. And by the time he was fully seated, she was swimming in bliss. And by the time she realized a third cock had joined in, she was only vaguely aware that Oliver had put all three to move in tandem and then when he had replaced his hand with another so that it could fuck her throat while the other three fucked her pussy and ass, she greedily swallowed it down, thanking her evolution to have a full epiglottis that went from her nostrils to her lungs so that this cock could practically go all the way down to her stomach otherwise. And between the grass against her back, and all the various strains of pheromones, she was, in her mind, practically back at home, getting into another mating gang and getting ever hole she had practically bored out as her body fully relaxed to allow all of the phallus entrance into her body and with every stroke in, it shoved the cock down her throat and every pull out, it moved it back up and out only to repeat, over and over and over again. Only instead of worrying that she would be fucked into a deep exhaustion that bordered on death because male targaxians could fuck so vigoriously that they too, were also in danger of fucking a female to the point of exhaustion and death. And the point of having so many males, is that if a male expired, he was then used as food to revive the female so she could and would bear his offspring. And it was why most males only lasted until their first mating season, but females could live and last so much longer. 

But Oliver had thought ahead and ordered for a carcass of a large animal to be dropped off in a few hours. When she would be sated and most likely, very, very hungry. 

And he was right. 

"OK, now it's perfect." Leashavnti admitted as her fanged teeth tore the flesh off the carcass while Oliver split the bigger bones so she could consume the marrow better. 

"Agreed." Oliver smiled happily. 

"Love you." Leah offered as she planted a bloody kiss to his cheek. 

"Love you too, my Lady and Savior." Oliver grinned.

[walkthroughtheword]

Reading for November 25th

Proverbs 22

“Don’t befriend angry people or associate with hot-tempered people or you will learn to be like them and endanger your soul.” Proverbs 22:24-25

“Know this my beloved brothers, let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger, for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God” James 1:19-20

Many of us grew up with the advice to “count to ten” when we get angry. This would enable us to slow down before we would say or do anything that we would regret. This is still sound wisdom, but we would add to this to stop, pray and get God’s perspective on the matter that is stirring up anger in you. This is not an easy task, but the closer we get to God, the more time we spend with Him in prayer and applying His word to our lives, the anger we sometimes feel gets easier to manage. Of course we are all going to have bad days and our tempers may flair. We might be sick, exhausted, carrying worries we haven’t let go of to God and someone just might hit our last nerve and we blow. For most of us, as soon as angry words fly out of our mouths, we know what to do. We ask for forgiveness and seek to repair the relationship. That’s the refining God brings into our lives. What a blessing that God never leaves us the same when we are truly seeking to be more like Him. And for fellow believers, this is an opportunity to show each other grace, give accountability when the door is open and help one another to be better people in Christ. Gossiping about someone that may have hurt you and damaging their reputation is not any better than the anger that has been displayed.

In reading the above verses, we believe the writer is admonishing us to keep our distance from that angry person if this is a habitual, unrepentant action on their part. Know your limits and create boundaries if you have a habitually angry person in your life. Get help for yourself in your responses such as limiting time around them. Our responses and interactions are held in accountability before God just as is their anger. Choose wisely your companions, watch the judgmental attitude (how many have heard the statement we become like the behavior we are judging) and keep in mind the influence others have on us. We are responsible for our character, our relationship with God and following what He tells us to do. May we all strive to guard our hearts and minds in Christ, show grace where we are able and listen to the wise words of God. How are you able to apply these verses in your life today? Do you associate with someone given to anger? If so, how can you make changes that will draw you and perhaps them closer to Jesus?

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.” - Galatians 5:22-23 NIV

The Apostle Paul

[ficsforeren]

Our Little Secret - Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.

Chapter Summary: Never in his life did he ever think that he’d be bestfriends with a crime-fighting vigilante, but Eren is definitely not complaining. As you grow closer, you start to learn more about him, including his past and how deeply he’s in love with you—the real version of you.

Content Warnings: explicit sex scene (happens at the end of the series, can be skipped if you want), swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events

Word Count: 8k

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

You’ve been bitten again, not by that radioactive spider that gave you your arachnid-like abilities but by that love bug thing Historia was talking about. Because this is it, isn’t it? You’re in love.

Well, to be fair, you’ve never been in love before so you won’t know if you actually are in love with him, but after witnessing how love was depicted in books or those sappy TV shows you watched on Saturday nights, you can confirm that you feel something similar toward him.

The college student version of you might have a crush on him, but Spider-Girl feels something much more intense as she’s much closer to Eren than you could ever be. Spider-Girl knows him—the real him, not the lovesick puppy version of him who can barely speak a sentence to you without stammering his words. Spider-Girl knows his favorite jokes and the things that make his blood boil. Spider-Girl is his friend, the one that he enjoys spending late-night hours talking to on his rooftop, sharing dreams and memories, while you’re just a stranger that he adores from afar. You might have the power to wake up the butterflies in his stomach but Spider-Girl knows for sure what makes his heart beat faster from thrill, or fear, or joy, or even sadness. Eren has been admiring you constantly from the shadows for the last two years, but he feels much more connected with Spider-Girl who he’s known for only two weeks.

But before we go any further, let’s go back in time a little bit.

As promised, you visited his neighborhood again the next morning after that disastrous date happened, even when you were supposed to attend your classes. You told yourself that you were just going to do a quick patrol to make sure that the little kids were safe on their way to school, but really, you just kept swinging back and forth on the road that led to his house, hoping to catch sight of him picking up a new bundle of newspaper off his porch or something (maybe he’s the kind of guy who only wears sweatpants and nothing more in the morning? Definitely a sight I shouldn’t miss). After doing it three more times like an idiot that you were, you gave up with a sigh. Of course, there was an option where you could just walk up and ring his doorbell but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be that stupid.

It was only your luck that you heard a man’s voice shouting, “Muffin! Muffin, stop, come back!” right before you shot your web and swung away. You recognized the voice in a heartbeat as it was the same one that you kept replaying over and over again in your head until your exhaustion caught up to you and you waned into your dreamland. Turning around to face the owner of the deep, pleasantly raspy voice, you saw a little Siberian Husky running toward you. The puppy was chasing after a hummingbird, her head lifted toward the sky, not paying attention to her surroundings. You managed to catch the dog in your arms a moment before it got hit by a car.

“Like father like daughter, I guess,” you chuckled to yourself, reading the name on the little silver chain the dog wore around her neck. “Muffin? What a weird name.” But then again Eren was weird, so you shouldn’t have been surprised.

Eren, who had been chasing after his puppy, sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God,” he said, taking a few more strides until he stopped right before you. He wiped the fat beads of sweat that were about to roll off his chin with the back of his hand, chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. “Thank you. You’re literally my savior.”

It took you a few seconds to answer as your thoughts were scattered all over the place. Eren clearly woke up this morning and chose violence because what the fuck is he wearing?

Unlike his usual outfit which consisted of a pair of jeans, a button-down shirt, or a simple tee combined with a jacket or a hoodie, he is now wearing a black wife beater—god bless whoever invented this shirt despite its cursed name—and a pair of gray track pants. You had fantasized of seeing him without a shirt, true, but this damn wife beater didn’t do much at concealing his muscles either so it was basically the same thing. It was somehow even sexier this way, and you realized in horror, that you just became Eren Jaeger’s number one simp.

Oh my God, I need to touch some grass.

Based on his appearance, People would conclude that he was in the middle of his morning run when his dog escaped his leash. But you know that’s not true. Eren was on his way to destroy girls’ hearts and ovaries, that’s what he was doing.

For a guy who threw up a whole plate of burrito down your back, he looked like a fucking Greek God and you hated it. He was already handsome and funny. He did not need to be sexy too. And he did it so effortlessly, which was the most dangerous kind of sexy because this man was not aware of what he was doing to your pus—heart. His body was lean and chiseled, with biceps huge enough to compete with your thighs and shoulders broad enough to fit a whole cast of Teletubbies in his arms. When did he even have the time to work out, you wondered. And it wasn’t fair that he had that face and that body with a personality that was just as charming as how Timothee Chalamet behaved on screen. Thanos and his infinity stones aren’t going to be the cause of my death. It’s Eren Jaeger and his fucking wifebeater, goddamn.

“You okay?” Eren asked, unfastening his hair tie only to redo everything all over again as if it was necessary. You didn't want to sound like the whole world revolved around you but he was definitely re-doing his hair just so he’d have a reason to flex his biceps at you. “You haven’t spoken anything in a while.”

Snap out of it, me! Fortunately for you, the dog was doing a great job at breaking the tension. Muffin was growling at you, baring her little teeth as if your whole presence was a threat to her existence. What are you, jealous?

“Your dog needs to learn some manners,” you said as you returned the now barking puppy to her owner.

“Weird, she’s usually friendly with people,” Eren commented with a frown, re-attaching his leash to her necklace. Once he’d placed the dog back on the pavements, he tossed you a smirk. “She must have sensed evil coming out of you.”

“I’m literally a superheroine.”

“Yeah, but maybe you’re going through your corruption arc right now. What is it? You want to take over the world? Want to convert humanity into your slaves?”

I want to make you my slav— “Oh, shut up.”

You both took a walk at the park, which was conveniently empty at that moment as if God was trying to make this atmosphere between you as romantic as possible to make up for what happened last night. As Muffin ran across the springy turf, chasing ducks near the pond, you laid yourself down on the grass, waiting for your own dog to return.

Eren, not a moment later, showed up with a paper bag being held in one arm. He had bought you his favorite cheeseburger and a can of homemade beer from a brand you’d never heard of. “They don’t sell this anywhere else but here. You’ve got to try it.”

You lifted your mask just enough for your mouth to show and Eren swallowed his breath at the sight. You had pretty lips, he thought in an instant, but there was something else bugging him. They looked… familiar, somehow.

“What?” You asked him, popping open the can.

“N-nothing.”

“Never seen a girl’s lips before?”

Eren didn’t answer, distracting himself by taking a large gulp of his drink. “Fuck me,” he moaned with his head thrown back. “This is literally the best drink in the world.”

You couldn’t believe your stomach just flipped at the sound of him moaning over a can of beer. “Really?” Swallowed by your curiosity, you took a sip.

It tasted like shit.

You and Eren might not have the same preference when it came to beers—because that was literally the worst thing you had ever tasted, my God—but you got along really well in everything else. You loved the same books, enjoyed the same movies, fangirled—fanboyed—over the same Avenger. You could talk to him for hours. And you did talk to him for hours, because the next thing you knew, the sun had risen high in the sky and Eren rose to his feet, swatting the dirt off his pants. “I smell like sweat. I need to take a shower.”

No, please, don’t go. “Ugh, finally,” you groaned dramatically. “I was about to say that I was going to go crazy if I had to stand your smell for another minute.”

He laughed and he laughed so beautifully. You didn’t want to be so corny and say his laughter was like music to my ears, but his laughter really felt like music to your ears.

Eren offered you his hand like a gentleman and for a moment you wondered whether there had been anyone else who did that to you when you were wearing your costume. There was none. Being a superhero meant that you had to act strong all the time, and people never bothered to offer you some help. They only wanted you to help them. Perhaps they thought you never needed one. But Eren never treated you as a superhero, did he? He always treated you like a woman. It was easier to fall for him, to regard him as something more than to keep treating him as a friend.

“When can I see you again?” Eren asked before you parted ways.

“I’ll always be around,” you answered with a nonchalant shrug. Eren could sense the little cheeky grin in your voice when you said, “I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl after all.”

And you stayed true to your words. You might not always be around to watch over everyone, but when it came to Eren, you would always be there for him. It was very unprofessional of you, but people do stupid things when they’re in love, don’t they?

Every time the town grew quiet, sirens were muted, and children were sleeping peacefully in their rooms, your world would revolve around him and only him. You would find yourself landing on your feet without a sound, just a few meters away from his porch. You’d cut off your web from your wrist, and you’d toss a small pebble to his window—a little signal for him to notice that you were outside, ready to share another late-night adventure with your best friend. Eren would always show up in a matter of seconds, dressed in his favorite hoodie and his signature gleeful grin.

You’d nudge your head, saying let’s go for a walk without moving your lips. Eren would nod, three times more than necessary, and less than a minute later, he would walk out the front door carrying two cans of beer in his hands. You would spend hours just aimlessly walking down an empty street, enjoying the song that the gentle wind sang, your knuckles nearly brushing against each other from how close you were walking. Eren would tell stories about his day, and in return, you would tell yours. Curiosity had always been a part of his nature and although he held himself back at first, once you gave him the green light, Eren stopped hesitating and he asked you a month’s worth of questions in one night. It felt overwhelming at first, but talking to him had always been easy.

“So, you could, like, make your own web fluid in your body?” He asked one night as you both walked along the riverside. “How does that even work?”

“I don’t know, it’s just like breathing to me. It just happens.”

“Does it only come out of your wrists or, umm…” He turned awkward, hands making random movements in the air. “Does it come out of anywhere else?”

“Eew!” You tugged on his earlobe. “Pervert!”

“Ouch! That was a logical question!”

“Only the wrists!”

“Okay, okay, geez,” he chuckled, a puckish grin decorating his affable face. “Have you ever had a web block? I mean, like, have you ever run out of webs?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Once. I think I got too stressed out that day and suddenly the webs just wouldn’t come out.”

“What happened?”

What happened? It was the kind of question that left you stunned, your brain incapable of answering right away. You weren’t used to this, to talk about the things that occurred to you when you wore your costume and embraced your alter ego in front of public eyes. No one had ever asked you things like this before as you never allowed them to get too close. Even if you did, no one ever cared enough for you to know about how you felt. They wanted to know the things you could do, wanted to see how they could benefit themselves from it, but no one ever paid attention beyond that.

It felt nice to share about the things you’d been keeping all bottled up inside, and once you opened the lid, everything just poured out like a broken dam. Eren listened, not just with his ears but his heart too. He tried to see from your perspective, imagining himself in your shoes and trying his best to understand how you felt. He hoped by doing so, he could be your band-aid. If you were burned by guilt, he wanted to be there to give the forgiveness you were searching for. If you were hurting, he wanted to be the salve that heals your wound. And if you needed saving, he wanted to be your hero in return.

You told him about the near-death experience you had during your fight against the Lizard. You talked about the dread you felt—how at that moment, you truly feared death, not because of the pain, but because you wouldn’t be able to see the people that you loved ever again. “And I’m afraid that… people would forget about me,” you confessed sotto voce. “I’m afraid that they would move on and forget that I ever existed. Of course, I don’t want them to mourn after me forever but—”

“I’ll remember you,” Eren cut you off, his words echoed like a promise to your ears. “I’ll remember you forever. Right now, this moment we have right here, and everything that I felt for you since the day we met—I will remember them until I die. I know it’s probably weird for me to say this because we’ve only known each other for a few weeks but… You’ve become an important person in my life. Talking to you like this has been the highlight of my day, and I wouldn’t even be alive in the first place if it wasn’t because of you.”

It wasn’t just his words that lifted your spirit, it was the sincerity behind them. “Yeah, you have a knack for getting into trouble,” you smiled sheepishly. “Well, I guess it’s nice to know that at least someone will remember me after I die.”

Eren’s movements came to a halt and you turned around to face him. “Don’t die,” he solemnly said. “I don’t want you to die.”

Your heart squeezed tightly inside your chest. “That’s one of the risks of being a superhero, Ren.”

“Well, then don’t take it,” he insisted. “Don’t take any risks. If it’s a battle you can’t win, run.”

“Running away doesn’t sound like what a superhero would do.”

“You don’t have to be a hero,” his voice turned louder, piercing through the night. “You don’t have to sacrifice yourself to be one. To me, you’re already more than that.”

You froze, his line sounded familiar but you couldn’t recall who said it. Eren didn’t give you much time to ruminate when he took a stride closer. “Don’t die,” he stated again, only this time, it was gentle, not louder than a whisper. “Make sure that you will always come home. Make sure that you will always come back to me.”

Through your lenses, you could witness the worry in his eyes. He didn’t want to bid his farewell, not now, not ever. Even when you parted ways, he always said, “I’ll see you soon,” instead of “Goodbye.”

You felt the same way but you were inexperienced when it came to showing affection or gratitude, and you weren’t a natural like him. “And what happens if I can’t?”

“Then I will never forgive you.” He puffed out his cheeks like a child. “And we’re not gonna be best friends anymore. Also, I’m gonna tell everyone else you’re a loser and that Peter Parker is actually a lot cooler than you.”

He rewarded you with joy, replacing the turmoil churning inside your chest a moment ago. “Tsk. Top ten anime betrayal.”

“Yes, and that’s why you shouldn’t die.”

“Okay, okay, I’m immortal now. Satisfied?” You tittered, spinning around on your heels and walking away. Eren laughed like he always did, following after you with a little, “I wasn’t joking, though. I meant every word I said.”

And you knew he did.

Another month passed by and your relationship grew even stronger each day. Eren still couldn’t find the courage to approach you in your normal clothes, only brave enough to flash you a smile and nothing more. But once you wore your costume, he felt at home.

“Hey, you know where St. Mark’s theater is, right?” He asked you one day as you shared lunch on a rooftop of an abandoned building.

“Yep,” you answered. “Why?”

“Meet me there.” A gleeful grin graced his lips. “Tonight, at eight. On the rooftop, just like this. I’ll bring some snacks and my laptop. We can talk and watch a movie together. It would be fun. You can just do your web thing and swing by. I’ll take the stairs as usual.”

You refrained yourself from chortling. He really had to emphasize that last line. “What, is this a date?”

His jaw dropped, his flush creeping up from his throat to his ears. “N-no—I wasn’t—that wasn’t my intention at all, I swear!”

“Relax, I was kidding.” And yet, there you were, feeling utterly disappointed by how quickly he diminished the idea. “Fine. I don’t have anything else planned for tonight anyway. We’re watching horror.”

“Or maybe we can just watch Mission Impossible instead?” He offered, grimacing. “I’m not really good with scary movies.”

He's 6' 3′′, has a resting bitch face that looks like he’s ready to eat a baby alive, but he can’t stand scary movies? “Stop saying cute things like that, Jaeger, you make me want to bite your cheeks.”

And so, here you are, on the rooftop of St. Mark’s theater. The clock just strikes ten pm, and Eren has tossed his laptop and his empty bucket of popcorn to the side. Being the perfect gentleman as always, he has a blanket laid out on the ground, careful not to get dirt on your freshly washed costume. He’s even brought you a pillow, which is a bummer because you secretly wish he would offer you his arm instead.

But is it called a date when it’s two friends lying down next to each other on the rooftop of a beautiful historical building, watching the stars and sharing childhood memories? To Eren, it might feel like this is just two friends hanging out, but to you, this is the best date you’ve ever been on.

“So, Spider-Girl,” Eren says as he folds his arms under his head. His viridian eyes look darker than ever, reflecting the light of the stars above. “Tell me about your biggest secret.”

“Like I said, I’m not planning to reveal my identity to you, dumbass.”

“Damn, I was hoping you’d do it. I brought you pillows for your comfort. Isn’t that enough for you to trust me?”

“Nope.” You smack your lips, making the word pop.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Tell me one of your secrets then.”

“Why do you insist on knowing my secrets?”

“Because it’s fun!” The little whine he produces reminds you that mentally he is a child, even when the muscles in his biceps say otherwise. “Come on, we’ll get to know each other better this way.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” But you never find him annoying. His curiosity and his interest in you revive the feeling of how beautiful a friendship could bloom, even between two strangers. How pure and innocent it is. But with Eren it never feels like you’re talking to a stranger now, does it? It always feels like you’ve known him by heart. Like you’ve done this before, talking to him for hours, laughing together over trivial things. Eren feels like home to you, and you wish he feels the same way about you too.

You realize that he’s never made small talk with you, never asked you questions just to forget your answers in the next few minutes. He always asks because he cares. He asks because learning more about you—even about the most mundane things you do—brings joy to him.

But of course, you don’t want to suddenly lay your heart in the open just like that. You should take your time. Guys like mysterious girls, don’t they? “Fine. Remember when I said I liked that drink you gave me?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s a lie. It tasted like shit.”

Eren gasps, whirling his head to the side so fast that you’re amazed it doesn’t fall off his neck. “You take that back!”

“What—it really did taste like shit!”

“That is the best homemade beer in the world!”

“It tastes like cat’s piss—what is wrong with you?!”

“What is wrong with you?!”

It takes another ten minutes for you to finish arguing but it all ends with friendly giggles. Only after that, do you begin to tell him the things you’ve never told anyone else. You tell him about that one incident in summer camp when you broke your ankle and you had to stay home for the rest of the season. You tell him about Mr. Cuddlesworth—the huge teddy bear you owned when you were a baby, the same one that left you crying for days when your father gave it to your relative on the day you moved out to your dorm without your permission. You tell him about the secret diary you had when you were in middle school, even the things you wrote down inside, like your first crush and the first fight you had with your best friend.

Eren nods his head, saying, “I do that too. That diary thing. I’ve been making video journals for three years now.”

“You have?” It comes as a surprise. You wouldn’t think of him as a guy who would spend an hour of his day talking to himself in front of a camera. “What kind of things do you talk about?”

“Just random things.” He shrugs. “I don’t even know why I’m still doing it, actually.”

“Do you remember why you started?”

“Umm…” He huffs before he draws his bottom lip between his teeth. He seems uncertain for a few seconds, conflicted, and a bit ashamed to admit it out loud. But if you can be honest for his sake, then it’s only fair for him to do the same. “After my mother’s death, my therapist recommended me to do regular journaling to help me deal with my depression and anxiety. He said it would help me get a deeper understanding of my emotions or something. I didn’t believe it at first but when my anxiety kept getting worse, I figured it would be better to try doing this instead of popping up pills. I always find it easier for me to talk instead of pouring my thoughts down on paper, so I thought a video journal would do.”

Another surprise, this one strikes you even harder than before. After that incident with him trying to save a baby from the burning building, you had a hunch that something terrible must have happened to him in the past, and losing a family member was your top guess. You just didn’t think that it was his mother that he lost, nor the fact that he had been spiraling through depression because of it. Eren always seemed so bright around you, so lively, and easily thrilled by even the simplest thing that the world could offer. You wouldn’t have thought he was struggling with depression if he hadn’t told you himself.

A great pang grips your heart. “What happened to your mother?” You ask in a muted voice. “If that’s okay to ask…”

Tears don’t return in his eyes even when the memory resurfaces, but it does turn his gaze hollow as he stares back into the night. “Our apartment building was caught in flames,” he says, and your eyes widen behind your lenses. “We were trapped inside our room. I was eleven at that time, I couldn’t do much. We could hear a firefighter calling us to stay still—that they would get us out as soon as possible. We were suffocating, the smoke was too much and I felt like my lungs were burning. They came for us eventually but Mom couldn’t walk. Her leg was stuck under a pillar when the floor above us collapsed. We tried to get her out of there but the pillar was too heavy to lift. She begged the man to take me out of the building, wanting to make sure that I was safe. She told me everything was going to be okay—that we would only be separated for a while. And I remember I was yelling her name, trying to fight back the officer so I could try and remove the pillar by myself. I was hauled outside the building. Two firefighters went back for her, but the fire had blocked the entrance. It took them a while before they could get her body out of the building. She was no longer breathing by then.”

Your words are strangled in your throat, your heart aching with sympathy. “I’m… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” He forces himself to smile as if you were the one who needed consolation. “It could’ve been worse, you know. I could’ve lost my whole family that day, but at least, my father and my brother, who weren’t in the apartment at that time, were saved. I wasn’t alone.”

But he sounds like he is, more than ever now. Your face contorts as you struggle to remain reticent. It hurts you to see how hard he tries to act strong right now, even when you can sense the vortex of emotions he’s feeling inside. There’s sadness and loneliness, but above all, there’s regret. He’s blaming himself for her death. Perhaps he thought the firefighters could’ve saved her sooner if he wasn’t there. Or maybe if he was a bit older, if he was a bit stronger, he could carry his mother on his back and escape the building just in time.

“So, that’s why…” You whisper brokenly. “That’s why you wanted to save the baby.”

Eren chews harder on the corner of his lip. “I just don’t want anyone to experience the things I felt that day. The things I feel right now.”

You want to hug him. You want to tell him that he doesn’t have to do it. That everything that happened wasn’t his fault. That he had nothing to do with his mother’s death. The words are there, you just don’t know how to say them because Eren doesn’t seem like he wants to hear anything at all. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness, nor does he want to be forgiven. He only wants to find a way to forgive himself. And if he can do that by saving someone’s life, then he would gladly sacrifice his own to achieve that.

Eren is more of a hero than you could ever be.

“Sorry,” he says, his awkward chuckles reverberating in the air, loud enough to break the tension. “I just ruined our first date with all this depressing talk, didn’t I?”

You’re grateful that you have your mask on. At least this way, he won’t be able to tell that you have tears brimming in your eyes. “Oh, so this is a date,” you reply, hoping he can’t sense the sorrow in your voice. “You should’ve been honest from the start. I would’ve worn my frilly skirt.”

Eren laughs, a little bit more genuinely this time. “Your turn. I want to know your biggest secret for real this time. Anything except your identity is okay, right? Tell me about your first kiss.”

He’s trying hard to lighten up the mood and you appreciate his effort even though your hands are still itching to pull him into your embrace, comfort him until he lets his walls crumble down, hold him until his tears are dry, and hug him until he can laugh as he did a few minutes ago. “You wanna know about my legendary first kiss?” You dramatically sigh into the air. “Well, it happened at a birthday party. I was thirteen and we were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

“Oh no,” he winces. “Sounds like a bad experience.”

“Well, it depends on how you define it. Is it really a bad experience when you had your first kiss in a closet with a boy who loved to eat his own booger? Is it really that bad if your first kiss started with your teeth knocking against each other and ended up with his tongue slobbering all over your face like a dog?”

Eren turns to face you, the disgust on his face turns into pity. “Dude, I’m so sorry.”

“That kiss could’ve been my villain origin story,” you mutter, and he titters in response. His little giggles stop abruptly, however, when you ask him, “What about you?”

He tenses. “You wanna know about my first kiss?”

“It’s only fair.” You act nonchalant even when your curiosity is gnawing at you from the inside.

“Umm…” His fingers start tapping restlessly against his stomach. “I, uhh… I haven’t had one, actually.”

“WHAT?!” You’re so shocked, you can’t stop yourself from sitting up, shouting the word loud enough for your own ears to ring. Eren, startled like a little kitten, immediately rolls over and pushes himself off the ground.

“W-what?!” He panics, spinning his head around from one side to the other. “Did something happen? Are your spidey senses tingling? Are we in danger right now?!”

This is embarrassing. And it is really your fault for overreacting but how can you not? Eren Jaeger? The resident hot nerd hasn’t had his first kiss? He’s a virgin?! Is everybody fucking blind?! How can they let this man walk on earth for twenty-one years and not tap that magnificent ass?! Not that you’re in the position to say anything since you’ve been stealing glances at him for weeks now and you still haven’t tapped that magnificent ass. Shame on you.

“No, it’s—” you try to come up with a lie. It doesn’t have to make sense, he’s an idiot after all. You just have to make it sound believable. “I thought I just heard someone screaming but… I guess it’s just the wind.”

“Oh…” Eren still has his heart pulsating vehemently inside his chest but it gradually returns to its normal pace. “You scared me a little. I thought it was one of those symbiotes making a comeback.”

“You mean Venom? Nah, he’s besties with Eddie now.”

“Oh, okay, cool.”

Eren returns to the ground, sitting cross-legged beside you while you pull your knees to your chest. You really, really want to ask more about why in the world he hasn't had his first kiss yet, but would it make you sound too curious? Make you sound like you’re interested in him? Not that you aren’t, but still…

“So,” you break the silence, “I think it’s about time for you to reveal your biggest secret.”

“My biggest one?” He chuckles, his taut muscles slowly unwinding now that you’ve both stepped back into the comforting, friendly atmosphere you were in. “Okay, ask away.”

“Tell me about your crush.” Please let it be me, please let it be me, please let it be me. “Is there someone you like?” If he doesn’t say my name, I will literally choke myself to death with my web.

Eren dawdles, contemplating if it’s wise for him to be completely honest, but then again, if there’s anyone in the world that he feels comfortable enough to reveal his love life to, it would be you. It’s not like you go to his campus, right? You’re a superhero. There’s no way you could balance between going to college and saving the world at the same time, or so he thought. Hell, for all he knows, maybe you’re a forty-year-old lady looking for things to do aside from writing smutty fanfictions all day.

He takes a deep breath and it feels like he’s taking the air out of your lungs. You wait with bated breath, heart pumping so loudly you can barely hear anything else.

But you heard him.

You heard him say your name.

And you feel like you’ve unearthed a greater joy than anything you’ve ever known. It might sound like an exaggeration knowing how you’ve only been friends with him for two weeks but… You had wished for it. You wanted to hear his lips form your name.

“Oh.” Pretending like his answer didn’t just tug on your heartstrings is harder than lying to your mom about the two hours long make-out session you had with your ex Porco Galliard on her couch. “That’s a pretty name. Who is she?”

“The most beautiful girl in the world probably,” he says with a dreamy sigh, eyes glimmering with wonder. There you go again, your heart banging against your rib cages. “We go to the same university but we have different majors. She’s one of the most popular girls. Definitely way out of my league.”

“That’s not true!” You correct him, making him flinch in surprise with the sudden shriek. Damn, I need to chill down a little. “I mean,” you clear your throat, adding more bass to your voice. “That’s not true,” you repeat, much calmer this time. “I think you’re okay for a guy. Decent.” What the hell am I even saying, oh my God.

He chuckles. “Yeah, well she deserves better than decent. She deserves the best.”

I don’t need the best. I need you. “Have you ever talked to her?”

“Once. Only because she caught me taking pictures of her in secret. I must have looked so pathetic.”

You smile at the memory. He was so cute back then. “Eew, gross, what a pervert.”

“It wasn’t like that,” he whines again, jutting out his lower lip. “Look, I’m desperate, okay? I’m too scared to talk to her.”

“Scared? You literally jumped inside a burning building to save lives and you’re scared of talking to a girl?”

“She’s not just a girl, she’s…” He makes a steeple of his fingers on his lap. “She’s the one.”

Your stomach flips. “You’re in love with her?”

He blushes, ears painted red. “Y-yeah. I think I do.”

Shit. It’s like sunshine just floods your soul, your feet barely touching the ground. Shit, shit, shit. “Sounds serious.”

“Well, yeah, I mean I’ve—” He blows out his cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about her non-stop for what feels like forever now. Literally all I talked about in my video journals these days is about her. I have her pictures on my phone, like… thousands of them. She took a selfie one time using my camera and I’ve been using it as my wallpaper ever since on every device I own.”

Oh my God, that is so cute. A little creepy too, but… cute. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Ugh, I know,” he admits in shame, hugging his knees to his chest and burying half of his face behind them. “I hate myself for this but I can’t help it. She’s so pretty, you know? I could just stare at her face for hours.”

“Please don’t tell me you had one hand inside your pants as you looked at her pictures.”

He turns quiet. He actually says nothing for the first two seconds and that’s two seconds too long. “No,” he mumbles, very unconvincingly.

And when you say, “You’re absolutely disgusting,” you really meant your words, but at the same time, you can’t help but feel… flattered.

“What—I’m a man!” He tries to reason as if that were an acceptable excuse. “Us boys have needs, okay? It only happened one time, I swear.” You haven’t even said anything and he’s already turning even more frantic by the second. “Fuck, please don’t tell her I said that. I’m literally going to kill myself if she finds out about this.”

Well, it’s not gonna be your fault that you find out. He’s telling everything on his own. “I don’t even know her,” you mutter flatly, even though you’re having the hardest time trying not to laugh. This whole situation is ridiculous.

“Oh, you’re gonna love her.” As if you just flip a switch, the panic in his eyes is replaced with the admiration he holds for you. “Everyone loves her. She’s the most wonderful thing. She’s like… She’s like the first snow you see on Christmas. Like a shot of espresso. She’s so energetic and enthusiastic; charming and cute. She’s like sunshine walking on earth. She’s everything that’s good in the world.”

Being on the other side of a confession is one thing, but hearing the man you like spouting words about you like he’s reading love poetry is truly something else. “A-ah, I see.” Your stutter almost gives you away but Eren is too busy being a lovesick puppy to care. “How can you be so sure, though? I mean, you barely talk to her, right? What if it turns out she’s toxic? Like, she gets jealous a lot, super possessive, talks shit about your family, and so on.”

You’re not sure why you are trying to beat some sense into him when God is literally doing you a favor, but a part of you wants to make sure that he loves you not just because of your looks or the persona he assumes you have. What if this is just an obsession? A harmless crush going too far? What if he’s just trying to convince himself that he’s in love with you just because he likes the idea of being in love? Hell, what does he know about love anyway? He hasn’t even had his first kiss.

Worry starts to rise quickly inside your chest as you wait for his answer.

“I don’t think she’s that kind of person,” he says.

“Trust me. People aren’t always as nice as they look. There’s evil inside all of us.”

He turns to you, an eyebrow raised in question. “Well, shit, that got dark real quick. What happened? Someone hurt you?”

“N-no.” You grow flustered. “I’m just saying that you sound a bit naive to me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Eren folds his arms and lays them above his knees, using them as a pillow for him to rest his cheek before he casts a tender smile at you. “Armin often scolds me for that too. I’m gullible. I trust people so easily. And you’re right, maybe I am naive, but what is so wrong with that? What is so wrong with trying to see the best in people? Trying to see the best the world could offer?”

“You’re weirdly optimistic.”

“You’re just too pessimistic.”

You exchange stares and his grin grows a little wider until a peal of laughter escapes your mouth. “You would’ve made a great hero,” you convey the words you’ve been wanting to say. “A much better hero than me. Too bad that tarantula wasn’t a radioactive one. Could’ve made a great Tarantula Boy.”

“Tarantula Man,” he corrects you, amused. “I think you’re amazing too. I know Spider-Man is more popular, but I’ve always been a fan of Spider-Girl.”

Out of all the things you heard him say tonight, this one paints fire to your cheeks. “Shut up. You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” Hearing you snort, Eren reaches to his side, snatching his camera from his backpack. Once he’s done switching it on and tapping his thumb against the same button relentlessly, he offers the camera to you. “Here. Look at this.”

You retrieve it from him, bringing it onto your lap as you rake your eyes from one image to another. He has taken photos of you. No, not you. Spider-Girl. These are snapshots of you in action. There are more than twenty pictures of you swinging from one building to another above him. There’s a photo of you talking to a police officer as you tried to help them fight a robbery that was on the news. He has a few pictures of you high-fiving the little kids too, doing backflips and striking poses for their adventurous eyes to admire.

“Wow, stalker much?” You scoff when, really, you want to thank him for making you feel appreciated, maybe even reward him with a light kiss on his cheek.

“Like I said, I’m a fan,” he says, his gentle smile turning into an elfin grin. “I don’t think I’ve said this before but I really like your suit. It’s very creative of you to add the hoodie. Hoodies are kinda my thing too.”

“Gross.” Your finger stops tapping against the button when a picture of you shows up—the real version of you. That shirt and that skirt—it was the outfit you wore three days ago. You were laughing in the parking lot with Historia, talking about the lousy date the blonde girl had with a senior from the music department. You look much more beautiful in his photos. Maybe it’s because of the lighting, the way the sunset made your skin glow. Or maybe it’s the angle he used, capturing your best profile as he knows you better than you know yourself. Do you always look like this in his eyes? “Is this her?”

“Umm…” He brings a hand to the back of his head, scratching his nape as he averts his gaze. “Yeah…” Eren returns to the previous position he was in, curling himself into a ball, resting his cheek against his arm as he steals a peek at you. Not a moment later, a tiny adoring smile blooms on his face, scrutinizing you from the side.

“What?”

“I wonder what you look like underneath that costume,” he says, his gaze softening, almost as if he was admiring you from afar.

You turn timorous, his stare makes you feel self-conscious—naked, even when you’re covered in spandex from head to toe. “I don’t resemble your crush in the slightest, that’s for sure.”

“Actually, I was about to say the opposite.” His reply startles you, and when you take a glimpse of his face to see his expression, you can’t look away, trapped under his gaze just as much as you are trapped under his spell. “I think you’re similar to her in a way. I can tell that you smile a lot under that mask.” His voice is as delicate as the way his lips curve up in a beautiful smile. “Whenever I say something that interests you, there’s this little change in your voice that I can tell you’re either smiling or holding back your giggles. I think that’s really cute.”

His voice echoes through the labyrinth of your mind and you wish it can stay there forever. The words he said sound like it’s the sweetest compliment you’ve ever heard. How can he tell? Have you always been that transparent?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You’re panicking but at least you didn’t stutter your words. You keep yourself busy by punching the buttons on his camera. It doesn’t help make you feel less jittery and embarrassed when more photos of you are displayed one by one on the screen. “Dude, how many pictures of her do you have in here? This is endless! My thumb’s about to fall off.”

With his blush blossoming fervently on his cheeks, he snatches the camera away from your hands. “I know, I’m disgusting,” he mumbles under his breath.

“You’re a little bit perverted, but I won’t say you’re disgusting.” Your heart still beats fast. “So, you like her face, huh?”

“Yes, but it’s not… just that,” he professes quietly. “She’s beautiful—very beautiful—but it’s not her beauty that attracts me, it’s… She looks like this girl I knew when I was young.”

You thought nothing could erase the intense flare of joy inside you, but the second the words this girl departed from his mouth, you feel your heart drop to your stomach. “What, like…” Calm down now, it’s probably not as bad as you think. “Like your first love or something?”

“Probably…” He pauses for a second, ruminating. “Yeah, I guess she was. She looks like my first love.”

This is all your fault. If you hadn’t allowed yourself to be too happy, you wouldn’t have felt like you just got slapped across the face. Sadness and disappointment pulse through your veins but you keep your lips pressed tight.

“There was this girl I met when I was young,” Eren says, probably realizing the heavy silence that suddenly stretches between you and thinking that elaborating further about his first love would be great to ease the tension. It’s not. You wish for him to stop but you don’t want to be so transparent. Left with no other choice, you can only listen.

“I was diagnosed with a severe respiratory infection when I was nine,” he begins. “I remember my mom told me that during the first week I was hospitalized, I couldn’t even breathe without a ventilator. It took almost a month for my lungs to recover. Mom and Dad had to work twice as hard to pay the hospital bills since we didn’t have that much money to begin with. Dad ran a small clinic in town, but he didn’t get as many patients as he used to. Mom decided to help out, and she took a double shift at a restaurant, working day and night to meet our ends. My brother Zeke was still in seventh grade, and he had to stay with our grandparents for a month because my parents could never stay home for long.

“Mom and Dad always tried to spend some time with me at the hospital but I remember how they always looked so exhausted. Mom always tried to smile but she could barely keep her eyes open. Dad was always on the phone, trying to borrow money from our relatives or friends. I didn’t understand at that time. I only felt lonely, only wished my parents could be there for me. But I understand it now, and every time I think about it, all I feel is guilt. It was all because of me.”

“It wasn’t because of you,” you can’t stop yourself from speaking out your thoughts. “You’re their son. It’s only natural for them to do everything they could to make sure you were okay. It wasn’t like you wanted to be sick. Stop beating yourself up.”

Eren watches you with unblinking eyes before he melts into another smile, bumping his shoulder against yours in a playful manner. “Thanks. It’s so like you to yell at me at times like this.”

“I just don’t like it when you get all emo on me. It doesn’t suit you.” Because Eren only deserves to have a smile on his face and endless joy in his heart. “What happened then?”

“Well, Mom always swang by the hospital right after she was finished with her shift. I was already sleeping by then but I remember there was this one time when I woke up in the middle of the night, and I found her sitting on a chair next to my bed. She was holding my hand, too tired to keep herself awake that she didn’t budge even when I called out to her. It was enough, though.” His face is set in resigned sad lines but he keeps the smile on his lips intact, filled with longing. “To know that she was there was enough for me. She would leave early in the morning before I was awake. And I would spend the entire day alone in my bed, watching Cartoon Network on TV, and eating the food the nurses gave me.”

Even if you had closed your eyes, you could still sense the feeling of solitude that shrouded him back then only by the sound of his voice. “You must have been so lonely.”

“I was for a while,” he admits. “But then there was this little girl that came to my room one day. She was the daughter of my pediatrician. She brought her with her because she was about my age and she thought we would get along. But we didn’t, not at first. I was too weak to say hello and she was too shy to say anything at all. She kept hiding behind her mother���s coat the whole time she was there. After she was finished with my check-up, they both left the room, and I thought that was it. I felt sad. I would’ve loved to have a friend. Even if I couldn’t speak much, I wish she had stayed. I hated being alone. It felt scary.

“But not half an hour later, she came back to my room. Alone this time. She brought these two books in her arms, and without a word, she closed the door behind her, dragged the nearest chair closer to my bed, and sat there, just staring at me. At first, I thought she was glaring. Her gaze was so intense. Then she lifted her books in the air, one on each hand and she asked me, ‘Which one do you want to read?’ I was surprised but I didn’t say a word. The first one was a story about a pirate, and another one had a picture of Wonder Woman holding her lasso on the cover. I chose one with the pirate, pointing my finger at the book. If she hadn’t been glaring at me then, she was definitely glaring at me now,” Eren chortles lightly. “She shook her head and said, ‘Try again.’ So I chose Wonder Woman this time and she giggled, ‘Nice choice. I think we can be friends.’ She was as annoying as she was adorable.

“And so she read it to me. I could tell she liked the story a lot ‘cause she looked ten times more alive when she read it. I asked her, ‘Do you want to be a superhero when you’re older?’ Right after she heard my question, her shoulders slumped forward and she answered, ‘No. Mommy wants me to be a doctor.’ She looked sad.

“She came by every day after that, bringing more Wonder Woman books to read, or puzzles and toy trains. We played together in my room. She always sat on the edge of my bed, her feet dangling in the air. She was so talkative that I could barely keep up. My mind was still processing what she said and she already moved on to another topic. She was very smart, very cheerful. And there was never a time when she failed to put a smile on my face.

“On the day I was discharged from the hospital, she gave me the pirate book we’d never gotten the chance to read. She said, ‘I wanted to read it to you but I guess we ran out of time. So here, you can have it. Maybe you can read it to me this time.’ And so I asked my mom if I could stay a few minutes longer with her and she said yes. Then we sat on a bench in the small park behind the hospital and I read it to her.

“It was the first time I read a storybook to someone and I was so shy about it. I kept stammering, fumbling with my words. She protested a few times, saying that I was too boring and that I should be more theatrical about it. I laughed, and I remember I laughed so hard when I saw her pouting but once I stopped laughing, I cried. And I cried so much because I knew. It was probably going to be the last time I was able to see her. But I didn’t tell her that. I recall the way she panicked when I cried, and she rubbed her little hand against my back, trying to soothe me down. I thanked her for being my friend, and for the joy she gave me. And I told her that it was okay if she couldn’t become a superhero like Wonder Woman because to me, she was already more than that. She was my hero. My only one.” His voice quiets down into a whisper. “She was my first love.”

The night wind blows a little too hard, dancing on his cheeks and peeling a few baby hairs out of his bun. Eren, sniffling once, takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. “When I saw her on my first day on campus, twelve years after I said goodbye to that little girl,” he continues on with the story, not giving you a chance to decline his kindness. He assures you with a smile, silently telling you that he doesn’t need his jacket even though it’s clear that he’s freezing from the way the tip of his nose is turning red. “I was stunned. She looked exactly like how I envisioned she would look all grown up. Her appearance might change, but it’s the way she smiles that remains the same. The way she laughs, and these little gestures she makes when she speaks, especially when she gets too excited about something. She’s…” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face in hope that he could stop his cheeks from burning. “She’s the girl of my dreams. I know it’s wrong for me to like her just because she reminds me of my first love, but that’s how it is. Then I started watching her more and more and I felt like… I think I’m falling for her too. And I wish one day I can be closer to her so I can truly love her for who she is. No, I want to love her—the real version of her. Does it make sense?”

It’s only when he ends his sentence with a question that Eren realizes you haven’t been speaking in a while. The silence sits still and he looks to his side, watching you closely. He feels blind as you stay immobile, can’t figure out your thoughts without your lips forming a word. He’s about to reach out and ask how you feel when you suddenly stand up.

“I have to go,” you say, offering back his jacket in one hand. “I can hear the siren. They need me.”

Eren can’t hear anything but the wind whispering in his ears but he returns to his feet as well. “Oh, umm… Okay,” he says, standing awkwardly with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did I say something wrong? He wonders, but he cuts himself short when he sees you pivoting on your heels, making your way to the edge of the rooftop. “W-wait!”

You stop, standing on the railing. The city spreads before your eyes, lights flickering like diamonds under the sun.

Just watching you stand in that position already makes his stomach crawl in fear, and Eren is careful enough to stop himself before he can get too close to the edge. “When can I see you again?” He asks, and you can detect the uncertainty in his voice, perhaps even fear. He must have thought he’d done something wrong, that he somehow offended you with his words.

But that’s not it. That’s not it at all.

You curse under your breath, hating yourself for being such a terrible actress that he ends up getting the wrong idea. You whirl around, balancing your weight on one foot for a second as if it’s the easiest thing to do even when you’re seventy feet above the ground. “Ask her out on a date,” you tell him in the most casual tone you can manage. “That girl you like. Go and ask her out.”

Eren swallows, a bit baffled by the sudden change in your attitude, or topic. “Umm… Why are you—”

“Because you will never find out if you don’t try. Do you want to stay forever like this? Just watching her from afar?”

He clenches his fist, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he meekly answers, “No…”

“Then ask her out.”

“B-but what if she says—”

“She won’t,” you confirm, not even waiting for him to finish his line. “I promise you she’ll say yes.”

His heart begins to palpitate. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because anyone would be crazy to reject you, Eren.” The sound of his name escaping your lip makes his stomach somersault. “You’re an amazing man. Have more faith in yourself.”

Never did he ever think he would get a pep talk from Spider-Girl about his love life, but then again, the last few days have been surreal. “Okay…”

“Promise me you’ll ask her out tomorrow, or I swear to God, I’ll never see you again.”

“What?!” He panics, blood flooding his head. “But I–I can’t just—Why would you—”

“Just do it.”

Eren stands still, taking a few seconds to himself before he finally releases a shaky breath. “Fine. I promise.”

“Good.” And without another word, you leap from the edge, diving into the air and shooting your web to elevate yourself right before your body meets the earth.

Eren doesn’t know this, but you’re on cloud nine right now. It’s not solely because he promised you that he’d ask you out tomorrow. And it’s not because you’re aware of how much he likes you, or that the feeling’s mutual. It’s because you are his first love. That girl he saw in the hospital—that was you. You can’t believe that you haven’t noticed him until now.

So that’s why he seemed familiar. That’s why you always feel nostalgic when he perceives you with those green eyes. They belong to the same boy you shared your laughter with twelve years ago. Rennie, you used to call him, a pet name that you created—a secret that belongs to you and him and no one else.

He’s the same boy. The one that made you realize how amazing it felt when you could make someone happy. That gratifying feeling that spreads warmth and joy to your every nerve. He was the one who made you feel like you were worth more than you gave yourself credit for.

Gaining a superpower doesn’t mean you have to do good things for humanity. Your past enemies are prime examples of how power can be a curse instead of a gift. And you were ready to give up on your dreams. You were ready to forget the superhero books you read to him. You were ready to accept the future your parents had set for you, to save lives by becoming a doctor instead of dressing yourself up in spandex and putting your life on the line every night. But this feels right, and it’s all because of him. That day when you were bitten, when you turned the first time, he was in your thoughts. You recalled the way he cried and the way he thanked you for being his hero and you thought… I want to feel that kind of joy again. I want to be a hero that can bring smiles to people’s faces.

Eren was your friend, then he became your inspiration and your source of motivation. But twelve years have passed, and now you have other things that motivate you; other heroes that inspired you to do greater things for society. But even so, there is one thing that remains the same. One fact that cannot be changed even if eternity has passed by. And that is the fact that Eren Jaeger was your first love. And tomorrow…

You smile.

I can’t wait to see him tomorrow.

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[genshinboys]

Modern AU headcanons - Xiao as a tattoo artist

Warning: NSFW

Pairing: Xiao x gn reader

Xiao feels his heart hammering in his chest. His heartbeat is so fast that he can hear it loud and clear, thumping fervently. It’s muting the sounds of the drunken people around him, catcalling the dancers on the stage. It’s drowning out the beat of the music, flowing through the obscure club that he is currently in. Xiao, stiff as a poker, is growing dizzy. The world around him keeps spiralling but, he is frozen, unable to move.

It’s you. With eyes like saucers, he stares at you. Bright amber orbs follow each move of your skimpy dressed body. Almost like your own shadow, they linger on you persistently. Xiao would like to turn his eyes away, but he cannot. It’s scary. The lights in the club flicker continuously, yet he doesn’t blink. He wouldn’t dare losing even the smallest of details from your performance. Body rolls followed by the lewdest cheeky little grins he’s ever seen in his life.

Is this the same person he knows so well? The same friend with whom he’s been living under the same roof? The longer he stands there the less certain he is. But one thing is for sure, he doesn’t like the way his dick has started to press against his zipper, and it hurts like a bitch, too.

„Fuck.”

XIao’s lips move but he isn’t in control of that, his entranced mind plays some dirty tricks on him.

The flashbacks from the past begin to flood his frenzied brain as he mindlessly eye-fucks you together with the rest of the riled-up crowd. If Xiao wasn’t so stupefied himself he would surely pick up a fight with these salivating bastards. His knuckles turn white once you lower yourself to the man who greedily pushes his dirty fingers behind the hem of your shorts to insert there a whole bunch of cash.

Xiao swallows hard seeing you smile back at the man, the same smile you gave him when he met you for the first time in the tattoo shop. The recollection of you coming there to have your tattoo done somehow replays before his eyes the moment he notices his work. You asked him for a little colourful constellation of your zodiac sign. He remembers how your face lit up when you saw the finished tattoo. He’d never been this nervous tattooing anyone, so determined to make you like it. The sparks of joy further brightening your captivating eyes were the most satisfying payment he’s received in his career up until this day.

He still wonders how he got so lucky that despite his grumpy demeanour you were hell-bent on befriending him. You regularly showed up at the tattoo shop under the pretence of catching up with his boss, your childhood buddy. However, visit after visit, Xiao found himself naturally warming up to you, even if the process was excruciatingly slow. What for him seemed like a milestone for others would be probably just an ordinary chit-chat.

The thing was, that for some reason, you didn’t mind. You kept coming and sitting there, watching him work and telling him some random stuff about your day. He might have been silent the whole time but it didn’t stop you in the slightest. You told him stories about your university life. He learned that you were a dance major, broke as fuck and barely managing to see the light of the next day. You were also falling behind on your rent and you couldn’t find any proper job with your hectic class arrangement.

„You could crash at my place. I happen to have a spare room.”

Xiao muttered, hunching over a client. The buzzing of the tattoo gun was the only sound in the otherwise dead silent parlour. So awkward. Fuck. Xiao wanted to shove a fist up his mouth for saying that. What a fucking idiot. He had barely been able to hold any conversation with you and the first coherent sentence that he came up with was the invitation for you to live with him? Honestly? Even for him being socially off-key that was one hell of a dumb fucking move. Good job, you moron.

The guy in the chair cleared his throat, visibly affected by the second-hand embarrassment of Xiao’s gross blunder. The ship was sinking and they were like those rats, pathetically going down with it.

Xiao’s hands were trembling. Bright as a tomato, he cursed himself under his breath.

„Are you serious Xiao?!”

You squealed making him jump and then you lunged at him and awkwardly scooped him closer, wrapping your arms around his torso.

„Do you really mean it?”

Xiao stiffened, if he hadn’t been red enough earlier then definitely this time all blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Rendered immovable by your tight grip, he squirmed in your hold.

„H-hey, I’m trying to work here.”

He stuttered, secretly loving the way he fit in your arms.

So, it happened that you moved into his apartment. Despite him trying to convince you that he didn’t need any of your money, you couldn’t simply agree to that. Desperately, you were looking for a job but it wasn’t that easy.

Nevertheless, one day you just informed him that you did manage to get hired. The only drawback was the fact that you had to work night shifts but even that wasn’t an obstacle for you. You didn’t want to take advantage of Xiao’s generosity, no matter how many times he stressed it was all fine by him.

Xiao hated it. He hated those evenings when he saw you leaving the apartment, waving him goodbye with this disarming smile on your face. He grew restless. There was just something in your eyes whenever you came back home the next day. It didn’t seem right.

He was struggling internally, debating what to do but this whole thing was eating him up alive and so he gave in. This evening he sneakily tagged along after you.

And here he is, too afraid to move. The storm of hormones pulling him in, hypnotised by the magical show rousing the need in his body. So shameless. The piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit is finally out there in the open. He is frustrated, furious with himself for not realising things earlier.

It’s only when you move further down the stage does he come to his senses. The dizziness getting worse, Xiao’s blood boils under his skin. The performance is coming to an end. Lights go out and the feeling of nervousness stirs in him. He knows he must get back to the apartment before you.

Damn near losing his sanity, he rushes home. He can’t steady his uneven breath. Chest erratically goes up and down as he lies in his bed hearing the key turn in the lock. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying for the boner to go away.

He’s in the living room. When you moved in he offered you to occupy his old bedroom. It all smelled like him and even though it made you feel bad, you couldn’t say no to that overwhelming scent.

So when you enter the apartment and peer at the curled up boy, it never ceases to amaze you how unavoidable his beauty is. Each time it all comes crashing down at you and your legs just move forward. In close vicinity, his features seem to be even more other-worldly. You adore the way his usually angry face relaxes as Xiao enters the state of senselessness, lulled into the world of his dreams.

Tonight, though, the boy appears to be rather restless. His fists are clenched and breathing ragged. Alarmed, you lift your hand to his cheeks. Your fingers gently caress the surface of his skin. He’s burning up.

„Xiao, are you ok?”

You ask, not expecting any answers in return.

„Pretty boy, you must be having a nightmare.”

You lean in and Xiao feels the heat radiating from your body, attacking all of his senses at once. He’s never had to fight against his feelings They’ve never driven him up a wall like that. He wants to open his eyes and move closer to you, succumb to that inviting warmth but he is rigid. A shiver runs down his spine once your lips graze over his forehead. You place a couple of tender kisses on his face, gently tucking him in.

Your weariness starts to get to you and with a heavy heart you reluctantly lift yourself from your knees. You’d be more than happy to rest next to him but... Well, the boy is not a fan of physical contact and you’d feel terrible if you ever upset him with your clinginess.

Xiao hardly stifles the whimper of dissatisfaction bubbling inside his throat at the loss of your touch. „Don’t go yet” he wants to beg. On the other hand, he is relieved. So damn relieved. How on Earth would he fucking explain this hard-on, swelling more and more like under the spell of a magical wand. He can feel himself leaking despite his best attempts to shoo away all of these wanton desires running rampant in his head.

The moment he recognizes the sound of your body lifelessly plopping on the bed in your bedroom his hands are on his dick. Feverishly, he pushes the trousers down his hips, revealing the stained with pre-cum underwear. There is something foreign about how his fingers feel around his dick. It’s much more urgent, painfully intense like his body has caught fire and it wholly consumes him.

As if chased by a pack of howling wolves the boy angrily moves his hand up and down his aching member. Hips jerking upwards commanded by the violent pumps of his fist. Tears well up in his eyes and Xiao defeatedly places a hand over his lips to muffle those filthy moans that dance on the tip of his tongue. His skin continues to burn. Tissue contracting in a rhythmic manner and all of that inevitably sends him into oblivion. Xiao is breathless. 

His orgasm unravels, hauntingly bringing back the image of you dancing on that scene. The tingles stretch all over his limbs, leaving him petrified. Hanging somewhere between consciousness and the all-pervading sensation of dream-like ecstasy, Xiao drifts off to sleep with your name still on his lips.

The following week Xiao’s change in behaviour towards you doesn’t go unnoticed and it leaves you feeling more and more concerned. The boy is distant. His eyes averting your gaze, any attempt at striking up a conversation with him is cut short by his vague and grumpier than usual answers.

When you placed your hand on his shoulder to somehow get him to focus on you he jumped away, startled. It was quite shocking. You apologised immediately and it made him even more flustered. His face was unreadable and unusually distressed.

Xiao is exasperated. He can’t come to terms with the guilt weighing on his shoulders. It’s pulling him down, turning into a millstone around his neck. He keeps thinking about your body, the way it looked so perfectly smooth and silky. It goes back to him, like a boomerang.

He can’t make himself look into your eyes, burdened by these obscene thoughts. Xiao finds it disgusting. He thinks it’s just gross how he is unable to get a hold of himself around you. His dick just randomly goes hard whenever you appear in his sight, or just in general. Xiao doesn’t even have to be near you. The boners come at the most unfavourable of times and he begins to wonder how his dick hasn’t fallen off yet from how often he has masturbated since that night.

It doesn’t help that Xiao follows you to the club each evening, standing somewhere in the corner, making sure that you get home safely and that no horny prick makes a move at you. Internally torn and ashamed of his weakness, he peers at the scene. He wants to punch himself for each stolen peek but he is utterly powerless. He knows he should confront you about that situation and end this madness but it’s easier said than done. Xiao feels like a prisoner of his selfish desire and helplessness.

Nevertheless, there comes a night when it all folds like a house of cards.

You are on your way out of the club, mentally and physically exhausted after the long performance. Unbeknownst to you, you’re being safely escorted home by none other than Xiao himself.

It happens in the blink of an eye. You don’t even have the chance to defend yourself as you’re forcefully grabbed by some hands and pushed against the wall. It’s frightening and the guy hovering over you looks equally drunk as he is horny. 

You open your mouth to scream but before you can do it, the attacker is dragged by his hair and tossed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He growls and attempts to lift himself to strike back but it’s futile. Xiao, in an amok, kicks his lower abdomen making the guy squirm in pain.

Xiao’s amber orbs appear to be dull, fixated on the man. You’ve never seen him like that and cold shivers shake your terror-stricken body. On wobbly legs, you run up to Xiao and hold him from behind to make him stop. Boiling mad, Xiao goes berserk in your arms.

„Xiao, please! Please stop!”

Only after registering your hysterical pleas does he compose himself. Xiao turns around to face you. He thinks that his chest might explode once he notices tears streaming down your cheeks. His jaw goes slack. For a second it seems to you that he was about to say something but his brows furrow and face twists in a grimace of something akin to pain or deep regret. He grabs your hand and wordlessly leads you home, all the time protecting your hand in his. Xiao’s palm gets sweaty despite being cold to the touch but he doesn’t let go of you, only squeezing it tighter and tighter.

By the time you set your foot in the apartment, the tears have long dried on your cheeks. Xiao slams the door shut and saunters towards his bed not saying a single word, leaving you standing all alone in the jet-black corridor.

It’s agonizing. The silence, so many unspoken words and his cold attitude shatter your heart to pieces. You would prefer him to scream, get frustrated, say something bad to you but not just ignore your existence. New tears well up in your eyes when he just lies down, turning his back to you.

„X-xiao, ermm...,” you begin hesitantly, choking on your sob.

He stops breathing, holds his breath too afraid to look at your sad face again.

You don’t know how but somehow you manage to tip-toe to his bed as if you were approaching a wild animal, too concerned that you might scare him away.

„Do-do you think that I’m..., do you think I’m disgusting?”

The last part of your question stabs him right in the heart. Mortified, he sits up on the bed, amber orbs seeking yours, somewhere amidst the darkness of the living room.

„H-how could I eve---,” the words die in his throat and his voice doesn’t sound normal.

The air around him feels charged with anguish and he can’t take it anymore. It’s not you who is disgusting. Xiao wants to scream his lungs out but his voice cracks and a pathetic sound escapes his lips.

He shifts awkwardly, turning his body towards you and like a child stretches his arms out in your direction. Stumbling over your feet, you rush into his arms and he rigidly wraps them around you, pulling you down on the bed.

Your legs and arms clingily sneak around his body, sealing the space between you. He doesn’t oppose, evenly aching for the comforting touch. Xiao’s stiff hand directs your head to his chest and you oblige, resting your forehead right next to his hammering heart. 

Your breath tickles Xiao’s neck and the boy shudders. You pull him even closer, so close that there is no distinction between where his body ends and yours begins. Xiao dives his fingers into the softness of your hair, gently playing with it and it makes you purr.

„You’re absolutely perfect.”

He whispers so quietly that you can barely hear him but it’s enough to silence all your insecurities.

Your heart slams against your ribs, just as erratically as Xiao’s. It might as well crack them if it continues beating so absurdly fast. Your legs end up being tangled with Xiao’s and his crotch is tightly pressed to your thigh. 

He got hard. So fucking hard like in a matter of seconds. You can feel it swell on your leg and your brain becomes hazy with want. The urge to please him, make him cum for you and witness how this boy surrenders to his lust dictate your next moves.

He is terrified that you might notice, worried about your reaction but he just doesn’t want to push you away. He can’t. A soft gasp leaves his lips once you rock your hips forward, his dick rubbing all over your thigh and you immediately push again. Xiao’s breathing coming faster and harder the second time his hard-on slides up and down your body.

A long slow groan, more like a grunt comes from his lips as you persistently hold him and begin to get him off in a rhythmic manner. Xiao can’t believe what is happening. He peers down at you, his eyes filled with worship like adoration and a hint of disbelief. Overwhelming emotions blend beautifully in the amber pools and it hits you like a truck. Time stands still.

„Xiao, b-baby,” you coo at the boy whose loving gaze reaches for places deep in your soul.

He fucking loses it. Xiao trembles and maniacally thrusts his pelvis to rub himself all over you again and again. Wild thoughts flash through your mind and you know you won’t let him come unless it’s in your mouth.

„I’m s-so sorry--, na-ah, I-I can’t control it around you.”

His confession further sets your body ablaze and you dig your nails into his hips, griping as tight as you can. Xiao hisses, stunned by the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure.

„Slow down Baby. Leave something for me to enjoy, huh?”

Shocked, Xiao absent-mindedly shakes his head with his mouth agape. He observes how you greedily tug at his waistband and snatch his clothes away in a frenzy.

„There are so many more things I’ve wanted to do to you.”

Xiao lets you overpower him and ends up lying on his back with you between his naked thighs. He props up on his elbow and breathes shakily, questioning eyes nag you to carry on.

You lower yourself on him and admire the beauty of his raging hard boner, resting heavily on his well-defined abs. You tilt your head slightly to the side to peer at him through half-lidded eyes as you delicately take his hard member into the palm of your hand. It feels heavy and so warm. Xiao sucks in a breath when you kiss the tip of his leaking cock.

„D-don’t, please!”

Xiao’s right hand squeezes your shoulder and he attempts to push you away but you won’t budge.

„What’s wrong Xiao? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

You query, your hot breath ghosting over the surface of his cock and he struggles to formulate a response.

„I don’t know how long I can go, I’ve never...,” he trails off and your stomach twists in the sudden wave of enthusiasm.

„Oh, Baby, but it’s all fine. I want to feel your thick cum squirting down my throat.”

Xiao hardly controls the sounds falling from his lips and doesn’t think he will be ever able to do that if you suck on him so expertly with your taut mouth. Because fuck his life he’s never been so fucking wrecked like he is now with your head bobbing up and down his shaft as if it was a lollipop. It’s just not fair how he cannot catch his breath and his balls have got so tight that he knows he is going to explode any moment now.

Xiao’s blood boils under his skin and his dick painfully twitches in your hand as if inviting you to fulfil your wish. His flushed face turns you on immensely and without further ado you just take his entire length into your mouth in one swift movement. He cries out.

He writhes underneath you, moaning and moaning. Xiao’s fists grip the sheets, getting alarmingly close to the edge of a precipice he so much desires but at the same time is wary of. His muscles tighten and he is vaguely aware that if he doesn’t pull out then all of that cum loaded in his balls will end up on your pretty face.

As if sensing his distress, you push him down your throat, going even deeper than before and it makes you gag but it’s all worth it when Xiao basically falls apart. His insides somersault and he releases. Sticky substance gathers in your mouth as you’re too slow to swallow it all. It trickles down the corners of your mouth and you feel bad for wasting even a single drop. He tastes just divine.

Xiao thrashes around, helplessly shooting his cum in thick spurts, surprised at how suddenly it swept over his entire being. So intense, his orgasm conquers his body and senses leaving him exhausted. With one final thrust, he mewls weakly, utterly spent. Gently, you release his member and lick him clean, getting rid of any remnants of the bone-shattering orgasm that he’s just been through. Your throat burns but you love it.

You get to his eye level, hovering over him. His eyes are closed and he can’t steady his ragged breathing. You place your lips on his and he scoops you closer to him, embracing you with his trembling arms. He can taste himself on your lips and it makes him feel all weird inside. Lazily, you move your mouth against his and he mimics you, albeit you can tell that he’s barely conscious, so tempted to drift off to the land of dreams.

When you break the kiss and look into his half-lidded amber eyes you just smile softly at how cute he is.

„Let’s go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

Xiao wants to protest but you won’t let him. A few minutes later he is asleep, head buried in your chest as you hold him close.

When you wake up a couple of hours later the bed is empty. Feeling a bit anxious, you clumsily attempt to get up and you would almost topple over if not for the armchair standing nearby.

On a small coffee table, you can notice a little note with a hastily written message and a plate with almond tofu. It seems like it’s only half of the serving. You walk up to the table and read the note.

Had to go to work. Early client. Hope you’ll enjoy the leftover tofu.

Xiao <3

You stifle the squeal that shamelessly falls from your lips with the palm of your hand. It’s the tofu that you prepared for him earlier. He must have eaten only some and decided to share the rest with you. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially the cute little heart that he drew next to his name. You know damn well that it must have been a huge achievement for the reserved boy to go out of his shell and do this.

On cloud nine, you fix yourself some camomile tea and proceed to enjoy it alongside the dish left by Xiao. He’s been gone only for some time but you can’t wait to see him again. Wanting to know the exact time of his return, you turn on his laptop. You go to the search history to get to the link with his work schedule for this week.

All the blood rushes to your cheeks when the latest Google searches show that Xiao must have been desperately looking for some tips on the matter of oral sex.

How to please you partner with your tongue?

First time to oral sex? Find out how to make them cum.

A handy guide for virgins. How not to bust a nut before the grand finale.

As if the screen was burning holes in your eyes, you hurriedly close the laptop and take a few deep breaths. The heat from your cheeks is rapidly spreading lower, down to your groin. The idea that Xiao felt the need to educate himself on how to please you first thing in the morning is making you gasp for air like a fish out of water. He is so fucking cute and he has no idea.

The flashbacks of his needy whimpers are still fresh in your memory, like an echo reverberate through the depths of your arousal, so neglected and forgotten for far too long to be acceptable.

Xiao’s wanton facial expression imprinted on the back of your eyelids, tantalising your whole existence no matter if you have your eyes closed or open. With no time to spare, you head to your bedroom to fetch your vibrator and a bottle of lube. Wicked thoughts spread like a wildfire in your cloudy with lust brain as you go back to his bed. Comfortably seated with his pillow behind your back, you shed your clothes heedlessly, letting them pile down on the floor.

With impressive precision, you lubricate the vibrator and shudder at the sensation of the cold substance being pressed to your opening. In dire need of some stimulation, you switch the vibrator on, recklessly pushing it all in, ignoring the pangs of pain tearing you apart. It’s all temporary. The tip of the vibrator brushes over that spot inside and you hyperventilate, spreading your legs further on Xiao’s bed. Your thighs begin to quiver as you stubbornly pump the vibrator inside and out, aiming for that bundle of nerves that forms a knot in your lower belly.

Everything smells like Xiao. You can still feel him on the tip of your tongue, the sweet reminder of him releasing his love straight into your eager mouth. The squelching sound of your sex more and more audible in the room as your hand madly impales you with the buzzing device. With eyes closed, you continue this mad chase for pleasure. The world around you ceases to exist as the little sparks of joy surge through your groin but you’re yet to reach your shuddering crescendo.

„Xiao! Xiao!”

You cry out feeling how your toes curl under the unbearable tension stripping you of any dignity left. The vibrator plunges in again but then it all comes to an end when you hear the familiar voice.

„I’m h-here.”

Caught red-handed like a naughty teenager, you stare at the quivering with emotions amber-eyed boy. His face is beautifully pink, akin to a blank canvas that resurfaces the passion bubbling inside of the tattoo artist. Standing in the corridor, he shakes uncontrollably.

„Help me, please?”

You ask prettily, basking in the way he lusts over your body. He growls low in his throat, like a starved wild beast that is about to devour its meal after a tedious hunt. Xiao is famished, aching to be touched and, more importantly, to get to touch you.

He lunges at you in a daze, immediately covering your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy. His teeth clash against yours and Xiao’s canine grazes over your bottom lip. He senses the metallic taste in his mouth and starts sucking the tender flesh, painstakingly lapping the fractured tissue with his warm tongue. You moan into his lips, tugging his hair hard enough to elicit a weak whimper of pain that makes you smile proudly.

„Fucking pretty.”

You praise once your lips part and it embarrasses the shit out of him. He glances down wanting to escape the scrutiny of your heated gaze but, it is an even bigger trap. The vibrator sheathed snugly in your puffy hole leaves him transfixed. He forgets to swallow and his mouth is wide open again. Chuckling lightly, you snatch his chin and force him to look at you.

„What are you waiting for, Xiao?”

Once again, a breath-stealing, twisting, hungry kiss. Xiao expresses himself with actions rather than words. His brain is paralysed and he doesn’t trust his ability to speak with his dick pulsating angrily around nothing.

You don’t care much for that either. There are other things you expect him to do and for fuck’s sake, if he doesn’t hurry up you think you might just come around the vibrator without his help. You were so close anyway. You give him this commanding look and he just very sheepishly lifts his shaky hand to the device. He turns it on, lightly applying pressure to it as he wraps his finger around the vibrator for a better hold.

„Na-ahh!”

Your head falls back when Xiao experimentally nudges it in you. Everything swells when he establishes an obsessive almost tempo, addictively penetrating you with a newly-awoken desire to control. He has no idea if it feels as good as it should but judging from how you push back to meet his palm and moan out his name in a way that makes his insides convulse, it cannot be that bad of a performance.

„F-fuck! Ahh--I’m c-coming, Xiao!”

He braces himself. One hand wandering to your flushed face and, he cups it lovingly as he obscenely fucks an orgasm out of your jerking body. This relentless roll of going into spasms muscles weaves a staggering release of pleasure; that is like a storm rocking the otherwise calm sea. It’s long and unrelenting. By the end of it, you’re weakly swatting away Xiao’s hand, not able to take such intensity with your senses going into overdrive.

He gently removes the vibrator out of you, careful not to cause too much discomfort. You mewl, grasping his shoulder in a tight squeeze.

„S-sorry.”

He apologizes and, it makes you smile brighter than the Sun. He leans in, kisses your sweaty forehead and affectionately holds you in his arms for as long as you need to calm the little quivers of your exhausted body. He pepper-kisses your scalp, inhaling the scent of your hair.

Everything goes into slow motion but, you’re far from being satisfied. And so is Xiao. His member protrudes against the fabric of his distressed jeans and, the bulge looks so enticing as you’re lulled by him, wrapped by his protective arms.

Peering up to observe his reaction, your hands remove the trousers, delicately pulling Xiao’s member out of its confinement. Another growl erupts from deep in his chest because he knows damn well that you’re going to make him feel so good again. It’s so inviting. His eagerness drives you to go faster and, with some of his help, he is soon naked. This time you can freely admire his milky skin, the darkness of the night no longer depriving you of that ethereal view.

There is something he wants to say, you can see that in the little flickers of excitement mixed with bashfulness stirring in the amber pools. He squeezes your hand nervously and, you just tilt your head to encourage him to speak.

„C-can you do that to me, too?”

He queries, eyeing the vibrator resting next to your thigh and, it takes all of your self-control not to flash him a devilish grin that could make him feel conscious of his needs. The boy shivers when you take the vibrator in your hand and coat it with lube.

„It’s gonna hurt, Baby.”

You tell him truthfully, letting your fingers run up and down his silky thigh. He shakes his head.

„It’s ok. I like it.”

He admits and then whispers so quietly that you wonder if he said anything at all.

„As long as it’s you.”

Your heart thuds in your chest and you just nod, acknowledging his request. You gently guide him to rest on his back and he feels pliant under your touch, following your orders with shaky breaths that he fails to cover up.

„You need to relax for me, ok?”

You inform him, spreading the lube on your fingers as well.

„S-stop that. I’m not gonna fucking break.”

He bites back and this time you can’t stop yourself from grinning at him.

„Of course. You’re a big boy after all.”

With these words, you push your finger past the taut ring of muscles and he bites his lip hard. His brows furrow and, it’s like he squirms away from your intrusive finger that stretches him apart.

„It’s all fine.”

He gasps, seeing your concerned face and it is just so fucking erotic how he wants it despite being in pain. Your fingertips rest on the skin of his quaking thigh and you wait no more, fully plunging your finger inside and he moans so loud. He watches you through narrowed eyelids, asking you to continue. Xiao’s dick is rock hard and it jerks untouched.

Xiao could swear that there is nothing sexier than this penetrating look in your eyes when you’re so fixated on him, assaulting him with your finger. It gives him butterflies when you unabashedly rive him over. Something hot curls in his belly when you remove your finger only to reach for the vibrator. It hurt so much when you dipped your finger in and now it hurts even more when it’s no longer inside.

He startles, the sound of the buzzing device makes his skin prickle in anticipation.

„Tell me if you want me to stop, it is al---,”

„I don’t want to stop.”

He cuts you short, frustrated. Your eyes light up and, you falter no more, inching the tip of the vibrator towards his puckering hole. You reach out to him and he gladly accepts, his chest heaving as if he was running a marathon. Your fingers intertwine and you force the vibrator all in, despite the protest of his tight walls.

Xiao’s blood rushes around his head and he cannot fathom what is going on but it all feels just excruciatingly good when this damn thing in your palm brushes over his prostate. He exhales with a loud whiff of air and he spreads his legs even further.

„Na-aah, f-fuck, there!”

You hear him curse and, you know you hit the jackpot. Xiao mumbles something under his breath and, it’s hard to tell what with the buzz of adrenaline surging through your veins. He pleads, begging you not to stop and, quite honestly, it’s the last thing you would do right now, with how fucking ecstatic his face looks.

You go down on him and kiss the base of his cock, slowly dragging your lips upward to the swollen tip. He is gone. Hips bucking and his voice dying in his throat as he screams out your name when you wrap your lips around him. It doesn’t take more than a few skilful laps with your tongue and the sweet cum begins flooding your throat. This time you won’t let it go to waste.

Xiao cums hard with tears spilling down his cheeks as it soon becomes too much. Not wanting to overstimulate him, you gently still the movement of your palm, letting the vibrations subdue the powerful contractions of his g-spot. Your mouth longingly holds his twitching cock inside of its warmth and he whimpers with the final jerk of his pelvis.

You hover over him to kiss him as you pull out the vibrator. You know how unpleasant it must be right now, but he takes it so well, caging you with his heavy arms. He doesn’t have any strength left. It takes a long time before his uneven breath stabilizes as you hold him against your chest. His black strands stickily cling to his forehead and you gently tuck them behind his red ears. Xiao purrs, feeling a shiver running down his spine.

„Found you a job.”

Xiao mumbles, nuzzling his head into your palm.

„Huh?”

You ask, dumbfounded.

„This client of mine. He has a dance school for children. It happens so that they need a new instructor.”

He explains, getting all drowsy thanks to your comforting embrace. It finally feels like he will be able to rest.

„Xiao, you know what?”

„Hmm?”

He barely manages to respond.

„I love you.”

He is glad that you cannot see his face. It burns so much that it must be redder than the reddest apple in any orchard.

„Shut up..., ugh. Love you too, you idiot.”

Other boys:

Diluc as a wine industry tycoon

Kazuha as your gardener

Zhongli as a history professor

Childe as your swimming instructor

Other series:

Going out on a date with Genshin boys

Thigh job with Genshin boys

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BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[its-deputy-caleb]

If requests are still open, could I request a gender neutral teenage reader (around 16) who is a lord. They are the kindest and most passive of the lords but they are also the only lord that every other lord likes.

Heyy, so I loved writing these they were super adorable and i did it a little differently where there’s some general head cannons for everyone and then there’s also some for each specific character! Also the reader is 18 because I just think it’s easier for me to handle, I hope that’s okay. These are gender neutral so enjoy! and sorry for the delay!

General HC’s

Being the fifth Lord certainly didn’t mean that you were at the back of the group.

Although you were younger than most of the lords, having been the last to have the Cadou implanted, you were the favourite in the eyes of not just the other Lords but Mother Miranda adored you, even the villagers love you.

Unlike the rest of the Lords, who’s Cadou allowed them to harm and take life, your Cadou allowed you to grow greenery and plant life everywhere.

You had the ability to restore old forests, letting flowers grow from you palm and giving them to the children in the village.

Amongst the village, you’re by far the most beloved of the Lords. Each week you bring down foods that you’ve grown so that there’s food for everyone, using the roots of the trees to grow tall and protect them from Lycans that may want to enter at night.

Everyone can tell where you’ve been because you’ll leave a trail of grass under your feet with little flowers appearing when you walk with bare feet.

The village hosts a week long feast for you where all the Lords celebrate with you. There’s lots of gifts, dancing and offerings. It’s the only joyful time of the year and even the Lords who seem sour like Heisenberg, Alcina and even Miranda seem to tolerate each other to celebrate with you.

Your domain is surrounded by forests and streams which have all been restored, wildlife now dwelling amongst the canopy.

Your house is in the centre of it all, the heart of the forest in a large oak tree which is hollow and now where you call home.

You’re a literal ray of sunshine in this ever gloomy world and no matter who or what you encounter; they adore you instantly

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina certainly wasn’t happy that the newest Lord was befriending villagers and protecting them as they were her source of food, but that all came crumbling down when she got to know you.

You couldn’t explain it but your beautiful and bubbly energy transferred to people and everyone noticed that Alcina had become warmer towards everyone else.

She saw you as one of her daughters, so sweet and innocent that she felt that motherly instinct to protect you from all the bad in the world.

She loves to braid your hair, watching as flowers grow between the weaves as she pulls it back gently with her long fingers.

Alcina never complains when moss grows on the walls of her castle as she could never be mad at you. She just gets the maidens to clean it off later.

She hates that she often has to stay in the castle with her daughters so you make sure flowers are growing in all her vases and the courtyard is lit up with bright greens for her daughters to gaze out onto.

Everyone at the castle loves you, the maidens, her daughters and especially the Lady of the House as you instantly make the room brighter.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is in absolute awe of you.

She is always so excited to spend time with you and you make her feel loved and happier.

You’re like the younger sibling she never had and she can’t stop smiling when you visit her manor.

Sometimes when you come over for lunch or spend a lazy afternoon over at her house, you open your palm and let a little white flower grow from your palm. You always tuck it behind her ear with a strand of her hair and then grow a smaller one for Angie and place it on her veil.

Donna has a tendency to close herself off from people and often feels lonely but you’re the only one who makes her feel loved.

You show her parts of your forest, places she’s never explored and if she’s scared you simply hold her hand tightly in reassurance.

Once when you were walking through the path leading from your home a deer had stopped in front of you.

Donna was instantly scared of the creature having never seen one before but you gently took her over to it and got her to hold out her hand.

It smelt her hand, it’s doe eyes looking at her before it ran off again and she’d never felt happier since you were there the whole time with her.

She loved getting to explore the woodlands with you, bringing Angie along of course. She felt safe and comfortable with you and she trusted you enough to show her your world which she was captured by instantly.

You make her happy and always manage to lift her spirits up with your powers and you friendship.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore loves your powers so much. He’s captured by them immediately and is always so excited to see you grow new things.

He can’t believe that you’d ever want to spend time with him so you always try to cheer him up with homemade meals from things you’ve grown or gifts woven out of wood for him to decorate his home with.

You’ll never forget the way his eyes lit up when you used your powers to restore the windmill that had broken. Using tree branches to make the wind turbine and watching the walls grow green.

The reservoir is no longer gloomy like it used to be but instead there is life all around his land.

The snow melts away to reveal lush green fields which reflect the water beautifully and the petals of trees fall into the water, floating on the light.

He loves to see you and always gets giddy when you visit him, watching as he jumps for joy when he sees you at the front gate.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl will NOT admit it, but you’re the literal ray of sunshine in his life, getting excited when he sees you walk through the gates of his factory.

Hes always smiling to himself when he sees moss, flowers and vines throughout the metal benches and grates of his factory but will deny it if anyone asks.

Sometimes when he’s welding away at metal he won’t hear you come in, and only realises it when he takes a break and sees you curled on the floor with three lycan puppies in your arms as you create sticks from your hands to play fetch with.

Karl is very protective over you and hates when you’re at family meetings because Miranda wants to use your gifts of growth and healing to experiment on you further. Wanting to see if you could potentially grow new limbs or heal others not just the natural world.

One time he walked into experimenting rooms ready for another trial on a potential solider when he notices the Soldat had green leaves coming from his wounds and his torso was wrapped in vines. He couldn’t help but smile at your little additions and made a note in his designs to make all his Soldat’s with your touches to them, deciding that they looked better with them anyway.

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You mentioned platonic yandere rei and enji, how would that go?

 Yandere Platonic Enji & Rei Todoroki

I am so glad you asked. Last post of the year, so... enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Enji & Rei Todoroki:

I think having them as platonic yanderes would be fun. And dangerous, but mostly fun.

So maybe you're from an abusive home, or maybe you just looked liked a helpless or troubled teen that needed help. Both financially and emotionally.

Post redemption Enji has been looking for a second chance at raising a family. Rei has forgiven him, but his relationship with his kids is broken beyond repair.

Rei's also looking for a way to show her maternal love, but her kids have learned to grow up without her and her affection. They may have forgiven her, but they've grown up now and don't need her anymore.

So when they find you, they know they have to have you. You need them and what kind of people would they be if they left you all helpless?

Enji is the no. 1 hero, so he has all the resources he needs to make your family disappear and have you adopted. Of course, they don't want to kidnap you; they want you to have a normal life.

Once they've adopted you, you will be, and this is an understatement, spoiled.

Enji will buy you anything you want. Anything you need, it'll be in your hands before you could even ask for it. He'll give you more pocket money than any other kid, and he'll even give you his black credit card that has no limit.

Rei will be showering you in all of her maternal love. She will be cooking you the most delicious food and all kinds of snacks, but she'll make sure you only get the best organic food that are full of nutrition! If you compliment her cooking skills, she'll kiss your cheeks and ruffle your hair, memorising your favourite dishes.

Rei will also be helping you dress up, even if you're more than capable of doing it yourself. She'll be buying you clothes and accessories, deciding whats appropriate for an event, and pick out your outfits. Just be glad she's not helping you in and out of your clothes.

Although Rei loves doing your hair, even if you insist that she doesn't have to, Enji will also enjoy doing your hair. He's bad at it, never being able to do more than a simple ponytail, but he's willing to learn.

They're both very protective of you, a simple scratch on your knee will send them into overdrive. Rei will be the one to ice your bruises while Enji will be bandaging you up and making sure no serious damage has occurred. And if you ever get sick, they'll be fretting all over you.

You aren't allowed to go to sleepovers, but they're more than happy to host as many as you want. Rei would be the fun cool mom who easily befriends everyone, while Enji will grace you friends with his prescene. He might even tell a heroic story of his.

Any love interests are out of question. And don't bother hiding any relationships; they'll always have some spying on you. They're either threatened or paid off. You don't need anyone besides your family.

They're going to be sending you to the best school in Japan and they will be making sure that they both attend all of your school meetings and extracurricular activities. Even if Enji can't make it, which rarely happens, Rei will always be there to cheer you on. She missed all of this with her kids, she's not going to miss yours.

Enji will be proud of all of your achievements, no matter how small. And he'll even place them on the fridge or boast to Hawks about you. Enji will make sure to tell you how happy he is and if he's extra proud, he'll pat your head.

Quirkless or not, they don't want you to become a hero. Its too dangerous. Why not be a baker or an artist or better yet, don't work at all. They have more than enough money to support you for generations.

Still, if you insist, they'll let you go to UA, but Enji will use his influence to make it difficult for you to get job offers at hero agencies. If you do want to work, why not work at the no. 1 heroes agency? This way, you get to work with the best, and he gets to keep you out of harms way. Plus, now that you're under his wing, Enji has more motivation to not only be the no. 1 hero in Japan, but also no.1 in your eyes.

He will train you himself, but will always make sure not to go hard on you and not let you over exert yourself. If you compliment any of his moves or try to copy them, his heart swell with affection and he'll chuckle as he looks at you with adoration.

Enji will make you his sidekick, fighting off all the villians alone before you even get a chance to. But accidents happen, and so when you get hurt, really badly, by a villian during a fight, Enji will forget all of his principles and incinerate the criminal alive. Then he'll pick your bloody body up and rush you to the hospital and get you treated; he'll even threaten the doctors and the hospital.

Rei will be at the hospital as soon as she hears about your condition. She'll be crying into Enji's arms while he feels guilty that he let you get hurt. Once you wake up, they'll both come into your room and let out a sigh of relief. Rei will be kissing your forehead as she cries tears of joy, while Enji will hold your tiny hand in his large one, looking at your bruises and bandages with worry. They both look at each other and make a silent vow to never let this happen again. Never again.

If you thought they were too overbearing before your incident, think again. Once you've come home, they won't let you have any personal space. They'll be breathing down your neck every second of the day they can. They'll rarely let you out of their sight, and they'll be infantalizing you a lot more. Working as hero was thrown out the window the moment you got hurt. And you'll be rarely let outside of their home, unsupervised especially. Its safer home, princess. We can't afford to let you get hurt again.

If you do manage to sneak out, this is when you'll see their ugly side. Enji will quickly have you brought home, either by himself or by his colleagues. And once you come home, you'll see angry Rei for the first time. Rei would be yelling, screaming at you for being so careless, so stupid. You'll be so scared, you'd be hiding behind Enji. Rei would be more than willing to freeze your legs and break them, just to keep you home. However, Enji will be the more level headed one, simply using his strength to put you into quirk cancelling cuffs.

You will be a whole lot more cautious of Rei now, because you know what triggers off Enji and he always gives you a warning before any sort of punishment. But with Rei, you don't know what sets her off. A simple look outside the window will make you the target of her rage. She'll grab your face, her nails embedded painfully deep in your skin, asking you if she isn't a good mother. "Am I not enough, (Y/n)? Why do you want to leave me? Am I a bad mother? Why do you hate me so much?!" She has hit you with her ice "accidentally" a lot, often knocking you out. Enji would often be the one to your rescue, calming Rei down and reassuring her that you won't leave them, before he comes over to check on you. Once Rei calms down, she'll realise what she's done and will be crying and apologising profusely.

Enji rarely gets mad at you. You're just his small, harmless princess. How could he ever be angry at you? But if he does get mad, he'll give you a pointed look, his turquoise eyes staring you down. And if you don't get the hint, then he'll hold your hand as he slowly warms it up. You always back down before you get burned. Don't worry though, Enji won't ever hurt you. He won't repeat the past.

Rei might return to her previous self, if you behave and reassure her that you won't leave her, but it'll take time. Enji will be wary of letting you out alone, but if you gain his trust back, he'll let you out with a few bodyguards.

Just sit there, be their good little kid, call them mom and dad, and everything will be taken care of.

There isn't a ship name for rei and enji, right? Renji? Reji? Erei?

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