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plazmafields · 6 months

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Some thoughts about Kerry:

Spoilers ahead, needless to say.

I saw a video comparing the two versions if Chippin' In (Kerry's vs. Johnny's) where someone in the comments suggested the reason Kerry leaned more mainstream rock is because he only wanted to make music for money. I completely disagree with this and here's why:

User Friendly was the last song Kerry put out before deciding he wasn't going to perform live/tour anymore and went into a deep depression. Looking up the lyrics, you can see he was becoming very distressed with the lack of control he had over his career, and the things he says in the song sound like a cry for help that wasn't received by listeners the way he had hoped. We never hear his version of the song, and I believe that is intentional. Vapid, loud, chaotic, almost over-stimulating laser-pop is such a huge juxtaposition to the lyrics, and yet it's the only version we get to hear. Clearly User Friendly meant a lot to him or I don't think he would have reacted the way he did; combined with the cover being done by a pop group groomed by the music industry to sell as many albums as possible, it all went against Kerry's original intent with the song. Then there's the story of how he wrote Bleed the Beat: he was working his ass off for people he couldn't stand and that song was his outlet during that time. He'd play until his fingers bled just to get his frustrations out. Music is his medium for release, just like it was for Johnny.

In Johnny's version of Chippin' In, the phrase "chipping in" has two meanings: getting your first implants, and, the same as our universe, helping out. Johnny's song uses both meanings interchangeably during the choruses, the verse before it dictating which definition is being used. Johnny's arm is (from what I can tell looking at the design) military issue. The song is both about the corpo military forcing him to get an implant, and also about believing he was doing the right thing when he joined by "helping out" the armed forces. Since, in this universe, militaries are owned and/or sponsored by corporations, Johnny views corporate jobs and military service to be the same level of morally wrong (The Ballad of Buck Ravers attests to this).

In terms of how the two songs compare, obviously Kerry's version of Chippin' In is meant to have more wide appeal. Not only are the lyrics more tame, mostly just talking about the implants themselves and only having one verse that even mentions anything "political", but I believe Kerry understood that the best way to get his music to the most listeners was to go for a more mainstream sound and universally relatable lyrics, so he toned it down. Everyone hates corpos, sure, but not everyone wants to bomb Araska HQ. This is probably a stretch, but we can see from the flashbacks that Kerry didn't have any implants during his time in Samurai, so maybe Johnny was like super opposed to implants after having one forced upon him, and Kerry's version of the song is kind of saying "hey if you want implants get implants, they make you look cool don't feel bad about it."

I do support the idea that Kerry should have been bisexual like in the source material. I absolutely get that bi erasure is a big problem, ESPECIALLY with male characters. However, I respect that in the game you can only romance him with a masc V; I'm not going to mod him to he bi, I'm not gonna ship him with women. I see it the same way I see Cullen from DAI: he is canonically bisexual, just not attracted to my male Inquisitor (in Kerry's case, fem V). Maybe Kerry had such a traumatic divorce from his ex-wife that women just kinda scare him right now. We can see high heels and bras and blush littering his house, so we can assume that at the very least women are still getting naked for some reason or another at his parties. Maybe he prefers men romantically, or maybe he's just not ready to date women again, and we as players should respect that just like we would a real person.

Kerry was 100% going to kill himself when you show up to his house. There are shards advertising robotic security systems in numerous places around his house (meaning he fired his human body guards), shards with negative reviews of his last album, there is only one camera and it is by the front gate (none inside the house), he gave his cleaner and cook "the day off" that very day, you see in emails that his ex-wife is giving him the option of all or nothing with custody (you take the kids or you don't get to see them), and he isn't enjoying making music anymore, his one passion in life. He had a gun with him in the bathroom, and I believe by the way his speech slurs and he makes the impulsive decision to get Samurai back together, that he is drunk for that entire scene and has a drinking problem. It is my opinion that the reason he doesn't reveal any of that to V is because he knows Johnny will hear it and judge him, call him weak, or make insensitive jokes like he does to V when he gives you the quest. The only time we see Kerry be somewhat vulnerable is 1. Over text when talking about the crazed fan, since he probably thinks Johnny can't see those (I believe he can) and 2. In the epilogue when Johnny has been removed from V's head (Kerry says he doesn't want to lose V, and during the credits he tells V he just wants their lives to be less hectic so they can spend more time together).

It took me a couple playthroughs to warm up to Kerry, Panam is probably still my favorite romance, but I think Kerry might be the best romance option for a Skreetkid V. He perfectly embodies the plights of Night City at every income bracket: no matter where you are on the food chain, if you're not at the top, you're getting fucked over. He clearly likes living in comfort while still embracing his rebellious side from his youth. But now, he has the cushion of money and status to save him if things go tits up (when you get a wanted level in Westbrook district, close to North Oak, the officer on the police scanner says "I swear, if its Eurodyne again" suggesting that he is very reckless but hardly ever faces real consequences). Maybe he stays in his gilded cage because he fears facing real hardship on his own, without friends, without a support group, without Johnny. He has a strong sense of pride, though, and would never admit to needing Johnny, even if they were best friends. The way Kerry wants to show Johnny a riff he's been working on after the concert, only to be disappointed when V takes over again, I think it really shows that as much as they disagreed, their friendship held the band together.

I don't remember if Johnny hints at it or I saw someone suggest this on here, but the idea that Kerry only "dates" V because Johnny is in his head is ridiculous to me. The first time he called you to deal with the Us Cracks tour gear, he wanted Johnny. Every time after that, he wanted V. He definitely realizes which of the two is helping him; he can tell them apart. The Johnny that Kerry remembers wouldn't have done a selfless thing in his life, lest risking his pride and reputation as Night City's biggest fuckboy. Whether you really schmooze him up or tell him he's going overboard, Kerry appreciates that you helped him. And I think after the concert, when he hands V his gun, Kerry's body language suggests that he wasn't planning to give the gun to Johnny, he thought about it because V was back in control. V helped get the band back together, V helped decide if Denny or Henry should play the gig, V was the one who brought Johnny to Kerry's house. Johnny won't take over to do it himself despite probably being able to. I only wish you didn't meet him so late in the main story, so that his story could have more time and space to breathe.

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cbp 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cbp2077 #ramble #my thoughts #my theories #the gays must be tragic #otherwise what's the point #tw sui ideation

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lives-in-midgard · 8 months

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Lavender Haze

(Musician AU Part 2)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: You and Wanda are so in love and you spend all your free time together when suddenly one opportunity could change everything.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is part 2 of Wanda's story in my musician AU. I hope you like it! I made the moodboard myself and the divider is made by @firefly-graphics

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Masterlist | Musician AU

Your first actual date with Wanda was amazing. Wanda picked you up and you drove to an outdoor cinema. You watched one of your favorite movies there and had a lot of fun. After that you stopped at a McDonald’s and ate there. Yes, McDonald’s isn’t romantic, but you had a lot of fun on your first date. You talked and laughed a lot. When Wanda brought you back home you said goodbye to each other at the front door of your apartment. She gave you a kiss on the cheek and drove back home. Wanda texted you when she was home like you told her to.

You’ve had a lot of dates with Wanda, you always take turns on who is choosing where the date is going to be. One time Wanda was choosing and the next time it was your turn to choose. When you weren’t at work you would spend all your free time with her. Even when she worked on a song you were always together. Sometimes you were coming home from work and would find Wanda sitting on the floor in your living room and writing on a new song. You went to every gig she had at Romanoff’s bar even when you had to work all day. The bar became one of your favorite places to be and you quickly got to be friends with the people who work at the bar. Natasha and her cow owner Maria are very kind, and you really enjoy talking to them. The barkeeper Melina and Yelena are one of the loveliest people you know. When you first met the bodyguard Alexei, he looked really tough but now after knowing him better you discovered that he has a sweet soul. You are very lucky to be a part of this friend group, or you could even say that they are a family.

Today was actually meant to be a date night but when you walked out of work that day you were too tired and exhausted. It was Wanda’s time to choose the date and you knew that she sometimes puts a lot of effort into the dates, you really love that and don’t want to disappoint her. So, you decided to go for a shower when you come home and go on that date when she is going to come over. After your shower you made yourself ready for whatever Wanda had planned and waited for her to arrive. You sat down on the couch for something that felt like a minute when Wanda knocked on your door. You stood up and walked to the door. When you opened it, you saw a happy Wanda standing there. As a hello she gave you a passionate kiss on the lips.

“Hey detka.” Wanda said after breaking the kiss.

“Are you ready for our date?” She asked with an excited tone and for a second an exhausted look was to see on your face. You quickly changed it to a smile.

“Of course, I am.” You lied to Wanda and yourself.

“Are you sure? You didn’t look very thrilled at the fact of going out. We can stay here if you want.” Wanda softly asked and reached for your hand.

“I’m just a little tired because of work, but it’s okay. You planned this date and I want to go.” You spoke.

“We can totally stay here tonight if you want. Don’t worry about the date we can go next time, and I only want to go if you want as well.” Wanda finished.

“Is it really okay, if we stay here?” You asked one last time.

“Definitely. We’ll make us a cozy night at home. We order pizza, cuddle up in bed and make a movie night.” With every word Wanda said your smile started to grow.

“This sounds so wonderful.” You did exactly what Wanda suggested. While you changed into some comfortable clothes Wanda ordered the pizza. Then you gave her some clothes from you, and she changed as well. After you ate the pizza, you cuddled up in bed and watched a movie that you chose. In Wanda’s arms you fell asleep very quickly. Even though you had a night in, you still had a good time together.

A few days later in the middle of the night you were sitting in the living room. You were reading a book on the couch while Wanda was sitting at the floor trying to write a song. Right now, she is just doing it for fun, but you always wondered if she would like to do it professionally. Wanda would definitely be successful, but would she want that. If she had the opportunity to be a big star, what would she do?

“Wands?” Wanda looked up from her place on the floor.

“Yes, detka?”

“Would you…. if you had the..” You stuttered and Wanda placed her guitar on the ground, stood up and sat next to you. She softly took your hand and with her other hand she tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She looked into your eyes and tried to think about what could border you. You took a breath and then tried to ask again.

“If you had the opportunity to be a professional singer, would you take it? You asked and Wanda didn’t have to think about that.

“Yeah, I think I would. I love singing and the gigs at Romanoff’s bar are great but performing at big concert halls with a crowd of fans. I think that was always something I dreamt of. And making music videos, albums and maybe going on tour” Wanda said, and you could see that she was really happy.

“This sounds amazing, honey. Of course, I would be very happy for you and support you and always be there for you.”

“I know you would, love” Wanda said and gave you a kiss.

“But it would also change so much. You would be very busy and …” You wanted to say more but Wanda interrupted you.

“Hey, I would always have time for you okay. And remember right now there isn’t an opportunity, so nothing you have to worry about. And there is never something that could stop me from doing that.” Wanda said and gave you a passionate kiss. You were so in love with her, you couldn’t describe it in words.

It’s been a few weeks since your late-night conversation. Not much has changed, you were very happy together and enjoyed every single moment you had together.

You were currently sitting at a bar chair at Romanoff’s bar. Wanda would sing in half an hour, and you were having a conversation with Yelena.

“Today are a lot more people here than usual.” You noticed and Yelena nodded.

“It’s probably because of Wanda. The people love her music and then tell their friends about it.”

“Yeah, probably. I mean who doesn’t love her music.” You were cut off by a guy asking Yelena for a drink. She apologized and made the drink for this guy. You looked around and saw that Melina also had a lot to do at the bar, Natasha and Maria were checking that everything was alright, and Alexei was at the front door like always. You thought of going backstage to Wanda but then you thought to yourself that she would probably rather be alone. A few minutes have passed when suddenly Alexei rushed to Yelena, who was now taking a short break.

“Shouldn’t you be at the front door?” Yelena asked annoyed.

“Yeah, I should but you would never guess who just walked in!” Alexei announced excited.

“Just tell us who it is.”

“Tony Stark with his assistant.” He said and you couldn’t care less while Yelena, Alexei and now also Melina who must have heard the conversation, are very thrilled.

“Wait who is Tony Stark?” You asked and everyone looked at you.

“You don’t know who Tony Stark is?” Melina asked with an undertone like she couldn’t believe what you just said. You just nodded.

“He is a very popular music producer and manager. He has popular singers under his contract or bands like ‘The Midnight Rockers’.” Melina continued.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I know the band.”

“Do you think he is here because of Wanda?” Yelena suddenly asked.

“Maybe.” That was the last thing Alexei said before Melina dragged him back to the front door. Then Wanda started to sing. She looked through the room and immediately found you and smiled. After she sang her five songs, she sang a last surprise song what you didn’t know of. You saw Natasha talking to someone and then heard Melina whispering behind you that this is Tony Stark. You then kind of recognized him from somewhere.

When Wanda was finished, she made her way to you. As a greeting you gave her a hug and a kiss.

“You were great as always.” You said and Wanda smiled.

“Thank you detka.” You sat there for a few minutes when Natasha walked over to you with Tony Stark.

“Is that?” Wanda began to say.

“Yep.” You said and she chuckled. When they stood in front of you Natasha smiled and then said.

“Tony Stark that’s the lovely Wanda Maximoff and her girlfriend y/n. Wanda and y/n that’s Tony Stark.” Natasha introduced you to each other and you shook hands with Tony.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. I really liked how you sang and think that your voice is something really special. If you have time someday, I would really like to meet you and have a conversation with you.” He said, you looked at Wanda and saw a surprised look on her face but also a happy one.

“Sure, I can give you my phone number.”

“That would be great.” They exchanged phone numbers, and she told him that she would call. Wow, this day was supposed to be a normal gig as always and now she said yes to meet up with someone you found out is a popular music producer and manager. Because Tony chose to come to this bar today it is possible that everything could change in Wanda’s and your life.

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 2 months

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Hey, Slug! Not to be rude, but I noticed some things in your Positive Is My Life translation that I don't think really line up with Hifumi as a character, so I wanted to give my own POV on it. Sorry if this comes off as mean, I'm just very passionate about this.

For starters, I don't agree that the "princess" stuff was meant to refer to his clients. This song is very explicitly performed for the Block Party, and he's not in host mode here. It's not in character for him to be trying to flirt with his clients/women if he's not in host mode, and there are also no clients present. In my opinion, based off of canon, I think the "enchant" playstyle is meant to refer to his host mode, while the "princess" play style is meant to refer to him out of host mode. In host mode, he's shown to be enchanting, handsome, and, well, host-like. Meanwhile, out of host mode, he's meant to be much more cute, bubbly, effeminate, and generally much like the common idea of a princess, or a man who is princess-like.

Second, I can't see how the last verse would be referring to Honobono at all. This isn't really how he talks about her, and especially with the events of the drama track attached to this song, this wouldnt make sense. He has never once expressed the desire to become friends with her, and his playful tone here isn't reminiscent of how he behaves when talking about her at all.

I respect you deeply as a translator, and you've inspired me to want to try to take up translating myself, but if I'm being honest I feel like you might've taken too many creative liberties with this one. Because of this, a lot of this translation is just... kind of inaccurate, in my opinion. No offense of course, and thank you kindly for it and your work in general, these are just my personal thoughts. Thank you for your time.

Hey! Thanks for reaching out, and I appreciate the feedback. You don't come across as mean, but all the same, I'd like to explain my decisions in further detail. It sounds like you may be missing some context.

I agree that Hifumi isn't in host mode throughout the song, but there are definitely elements that hearken back to the flirtatious attitudes he takes in host mode. 笑顔の魔法に釣られてきた (dictionary-definition literal: you are lured in by the spell of a smile) is one such example. This notion of being "lured in" is common in Japanese romance and is indeed reminiscent of the things Hifumi says to his clients. Here, since it's being used in the context of friendship, I thought English "lured in" suggested a sense of manipulation that's not emphasized as strongly in Japanese 釣られてきた. Since the smile is being used like a video game spell, I wrote it as "I cast SMILE. It’s super effective!" and moved the notion "the smile draws you closer and makes you one of us" into the next line. I would consider all of those decisions to be perfectly valid--and even commonplace--in translation.

We also see more of the host-esque language in the lines 魅せプ決めて騒ごうよ！TO NIGHT! and 姫プ決めて守られたい夜も… As mentioned above, 魅せ ("enchanting") is a staple of Japanese romantic conventions--the idea of someone being so hot/charming/skilled/whatever that the other party goes against their "rational" judgement and lets their emotion take the wheel. 魅せプ is indeed a regular video game term, and it refers to when someone is so damn good at the game that you can't take your eyes off of them. However, with the "tonight" element as well, it suggests the romantic connotation of 魅せる. Hearkening to "night" is another staple feature of Japanese romantic imagery and one Hifumi uses quite frequently.

We see that night (夜) image appear again in the 姫プ line, along with 守られたい (dictionary-definition literal: on nights when [agent] pays like a princess and wants to be protected). The notion of protection once again creates a strong romantic image, especially coupled with "night" and "princess." 姫プis, once again, a normal video game term. However, it's not a positive term. To play "like a princess" is to sit there and let your teammates do all the work. To me, this doesn't make sense to ascribe to Hifumi, as it suddenly switches the agent from the listener/friend in the rest of the song to Hifumi himself. It also doesn't align with the image we've seen of Hifumi in the rest of the song (doing everything for friends, as opposed to selfishly demanding others do work for him). I could see an argument for this being him referring to himself on nights when he wants to let his guard down and let others take care of him, but that again requires a grammatical subject switching that isn't substantiated by the rest of the song. Passive voice doesn't automatically make the speaker the agent, as you can see in 笑顔の魔法に釣られてきた: [the agent] is lured in by the spell of a smile. It doesn't make sense for Hifumi to be drawn in by a smile, so the reader automatically assumes it's the "you" in the rest of the song performing the action.

Finally, I don't think the 姫プ person is Hifumi because the line is strongly feminine-coded. Outside of the word "princess"/姫, the entire notion of sitting back, "selfishly letting others do the work," and "being protected" is associated with women in Japanese romantic conventions. I'm not saying I agree with this idea--I don't whatsoever--but I can also recognize that this line sounds romantically charged, as it plays into a bunch of romantic tropes, and therefore would be a little odd if Hifumi is taking on the female role. (I don't see Hifumi's bubbly persona as supposed to be inherently feminine in Japanese, fwiw.) This is also why I hesitated to write the romantic tone in English; it's founded on misogynistic ideas that tend to stand out as offputting to English readers. Since it's not supposed to be offputting, I thought it would do the translation a disservice to introduce that tone and instead steered around it. I would again consider this to be a completely valid and commonplace translation choice, but I also see the drawbacks. It's clear now that my word choice wasn't as transparent as I would have liked it to be.

As for the final verse, this one does appear to have a different audience than the rest. Previous audiences (the listener, friends) are キミ, a word that, in this instance, denotes a kind of emotional closeness. It must be someone that Hifumi feels comfortable with. In the last verse, Hifumi says お前がラスボス. The お前 is not as close, which suggests both that this is someone Hifumi is not as familiar with and also is perhaps an adversary. The " お前がラスボス" phrase is commonly used in action/adventure stories and thus gives this line a dramatic tone as well, which also makes me think it's supposed to be an adversary. This may partially be him pretending to be more HRGGH MANLY ADVENTURER for the fun of it (evidenced as well in なろうぜ on the following line), which I can see as the biggest argument for this not being Honobono. However, if it's not her, then I don't see why the writers would specify 誰も傷付けず (no one has to be hurt) or include this verse at all. Especially given his line in the second Block Party drama track (仄々…僕は君の友人だ。今までも…これからも… "Honobono, I was once your friend...and I still am!"), I would argue that he explicitly and canonically has expressed his will to be her friend.

Finally, I agree that the overall playful tone of the song doesn't match the serious tone in which he normally addresses her, but to me, this can easily be explained by a difference in mediums. The drama tracks allow for topics to be explored much more seriously than this overtly bouncy and upbeat song.

Again, thank you for messaging me, and I hope this clears up some of my thought process!

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bubblegump-1-nk · 11 months

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As She Walks By pt. 3

-summary: Theodore and you are just best friends (or not), but when he finally hooks up with the Hufflepuff girl who’s had a crush on him for years, things may start to change

based off of the song Heather by Conan Gray (a little bit), set in three perspectives: yours, Theos, and the Hufflepuff girl (an OC I named Althenea Circ). I made you a Gryffindor but if you want to change your house just imagine whatever house you want.

- warnings: insecurity, angst, not really cheating but idk, typos probably, cussing, toxic relationships (these warnings apply to the upcoming parts so you might not see some of them in some of the parts, if that makes sense) I think that’s all but tell me if you find anything else pls!

sorry this took me so long, I had exams and the got caught up in other stuff but I hope you enjoy this!

-Your POV-

I walked out of the library with the intention of heading to the Slytherin common room. I had to talk to Theo, I mean what was even going on? He had this new girlfriend - if I could even call her that - and she’s all up in my business. And on top of that, I have this new found jealousy thing. I have to sort this out with you.

As I turn the corner to head to the stairs that lead down to the dungeon, I stop. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t go in to your dorm and tell you I’m in love with you for Merlin’s sake. Not with you having a “girlfriend”, not with me having figured out if I even did love you romantically, and especially not with the change that you reject me and then our friendship is ruined forever. After a quick reassessment of my thoughts, I decided against going to your room and instead began walking to the Gryffindor tower and calling it a night.

“Sogweed Jumpets” I said to the Fat Lady, and in return she allowed me to enter the common room.

It was fairly empty since it was getting late, and I made my way up to my bedroom quickly. I opened the door quietly not wanting to wake anyone inside just in case, and I was lucky I did because Parvati, Lavender, and Hermione were all in deep sleep. I changed into my pajamas and put on a robe and a pair of slippers to go brush my teeth and get unready. After I finished my nighttime routine, I slipped off my robe and took of my comfy slippers, and dipped under the covers.

I laid still for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep but after no success I began tossing around. All I could think about was Theodore Nott and what he meant to me. Were we just friends? Was I in love with him? Maybe I was in love with one of his friends and was getting it mixed up? Mattheo maybe? Definitely not Mattheo. And what was up with his “girlfriend” anyway? I know him better than anyone, and I know he doesn’t like her. Plus, he used to make fun of her! And she… my thoughts eventually turned into dreams, and I fell fast asleep.

The next morning (Theo’s POV)

“Yo, mates, guess what?” Blaise says to the table as he sits down.

We all look up at him expectingly and wait for his response.

“Tyler Minx just told me Ravenclaw’s hosting a party tomorrow night, said something about a theme but I didn’t quite catch it.” He said, finally settling down in his seat and reaching for a piece of apple pie.

“Oh, yeah I heard about that. I think the theme is just to wear a costume.” Draco pipes in, finishing off his goblet filled with pumpkin juice.

“Hm, what’s something I could dress up as that doesn’t involve a shirt?” Asks Mattheo, to which I respond with by knocking him on the head.

“Oi mate! Just jokes. Eh, not really.” He says, the last part added after careful consideration.

“Are you and what’s-her-face going to match?” Blaise asks me in a mocking tone.

“It’s Althenea. And you wouldn’t catch me dead matching with her.” I say, stealing a piece of bacon from Mattheo’s plate.

“Watch it you git!” He says, smacking me.

I hit him back and we begin a playful fight when Blaise interrupts us.

“Ha! Looks like you two are already matching. I didn’t know it was that serious.”

I look at Blaise confused, and then grab onto Mattheo’s fist to stop his punch before turning around to follow Blaise’s eyes.

Althenea Circ.

Wearing my quidditch sweater?

“Looks like someone’s whipped.” Says Draco smugly.

“What? I never even gave that to her.” I say, astonished at how she got it.

“Oh yeah, I bet she walked into our dorm while we were sleeping and took it.” Mattheo said, sarcasm heavily evident on his words.

“I wouldn’t put it past her.” I grumbled, looking down at my plate. I hated seeing her with my last name spread across her back.

We were all silent for a little, me because I was trying to figure out how she got my sweater, and the others to give me space.

“Merlin! Y/n!” I suddenly said, looking up.

“What?” Said Draco, the others sharing confused looks

“I gave that sweater to y/n the last time we hung out on the astronomy tower. She must’ve given it to her.” I say, finally understanding the situation.

“You gave it to y/n, eh?” Said Mattheo, suggestively.

“Not like that.” I quipped, not like that I think.

“I’ll be back.” I said quickly, getting up from the table and heading towards the Gryffindor one.

I payed no attention to anyone or anything else, other than the back of your head as you laughed loudly with your friends.

Once I reached you, I cleared my throat loudly to get you attention.

You turned around and.. Merlin you were beautiful.

“Oh hey Theo!” You said, giving me your full attention.

“Can we talk? It’ll be quick.” I said.

A flash of worry appeared on your face, but it left as quickly as it came.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back guys.” You said to your friends and you got up to start walking with me.

“What is it?” You asked as we began walking.

“Wait until we get outside.” I said, looking down at my shoes. I didn’t see your expression so I had no idea what you were feeling, but I hoped I wasn’t scaring you.

We finally got out of the Great Hall, and walked into an empty hallway.

“Um,” I said, scratching the back of my neck not knowing were to start.

“Yes?” You asked, I could sense your worry and it pained me to know I was the reason for it.

“Did you give Althenea my sweater?” I finally got out.

It was silent for a minute, and then you laughed. A light, airy, beautiful laugh.

“What? What is it?” I asked, quietly chuckling confused at the joke I missed.

“No, nothing. I just- yes, I did give your girlfriend your sweater. It seems more appropriate than your friend having it.” You said, smiling still.

“Best friend. And I don’t see how that’s weird.” I said.

“Oh Teddy. You have much to learn about relationships.” You say giggling, my breath hitched at the nickname, though I don’t know why.

“Well, firstly she’s not my girlfriend and secondly we share clothes all the time, and it’s never been weird.” I say, still mildly confused.

“Well, regardless if you’re dating or not, you’re still seeing each other. So it’s sort of weird showing all this affection to your friend, who’s a girl. It would be different if it was Mattheo you were sharing with.” You explain, putting your hand on my shoulder, a movement that makes my heart skip a beat. My hearts never done that before in the 12 years I’ve known you. Why is it doing it now?

“I would never share clothes with Mattheo, he’s a pig.” I say, which makes you laugh. I smile proudly.

“And I guess I understand? But next time just, tell me before giving my clothes to someone.” I say.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You say, breaking eye contact.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” I say. And after a few moments of quiet, I pull you into a tight embrace.

My chin rests on the top of your head and the hug is warm and comfortable. Your embrace is one I would stay in forever if I could.

Suddenly I hear a gasp coming from our right, which caused us to break apart to search for the culprit.

Quincy.

-Althenea’s POV-

I was sitting in the back of Transfiguration trying to focus on the lesson when something nipped at my shirt. I looked for the culprit and found a paper bird quietly buzzing around me. I quickly grabbed it and opened it up, revealing a note.

Meet me in the bathroom on the second corridor. Now. -Q

I read it quickly, confused at the urgency but went anyway. Mcgonagall allowed me to make a trip to the bathroom and I quickly made my way to the assigned lavatory.

“Quincy?” I asked as I stepped inside, looking around.

“Alth, you won’t believe it!” She said, popping out of a corner.

“What? What is it?” I asked urgently, growing more worried by the second. Oh how I hoped it wasn’t about my Theo.

“Well, first I should ask if you want to hear some bad news.” She said, suddenly feeling shy.

“Yes, I don’t care just tell me what’s so important.”

“This morning I.. well I saw Theo and…” She trailed off, not knowing whether to finish her sentence.

“With y/n.” I said, already having figured out who this would be about.

“Yeah. I’m sorry A, I really am.” She said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

“Well, what were they doing?” I asked expectantly

“Hugging. But they were pressed so closely together. It just looked really intimate.” She explained.

Suddenly my eyes began to well up with tears and my heart began to race. Why was it getting so hard to breath.

“Thanks for telling me. Bye.” I said, quickly leaving the bathroom.

I heard Quincy call out to me but I didn’t want to answer her, I just needed to leave.

-Your POV-

I walked towards the bathroom after leaving DADA. I opened the door and was met face to face with Quincy, who was trying to leave.

I jumped back a little but then smiled softly and quietly said “Merlin you scared me.” With a soft giggle.

Her face hardened and she looked at me intently.

“You disgust me.” She said, stepping back to let me enter.

“Excuse me?” I said, confused at her sudden rudeness.

“You’re a fucking bitch do you know that? I mean you could have anyone at this school and you pick one with a girlfriend?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following.” I said confused.

“Oh Merlin don’t act stupid! I’m talking about Theodore Nott of course.” She said, walking closer to me.

Suddenly I started laughing, I couldn’t help myself even though I tried. Quincy just looked at me in disgust and confusion

“For the last time, Theo and I are just friends! When will you people understand that? And plus, Theo isn’t even dating Althenea.” I said, turning around to go look in the mirror.

“God you’re so shallow. You know they’re a thing, whether they’re dating or not. You need to butt out of their lives.”

“Funny you’re saying this to me seeing as I’ve known Theo for longer. And he actually tends to acknowledge me more than his “girlfriend”.” I said, angry at how she was treating me.

“Althenea has done nothing to you! Absolutely nothing! So why are you trying to ruin her life?!” She said angrily.

I turned around quickly to face her, and I stepped up close to her.

“First of all, Theo and I have been friends way longer than Theo has even known her name, so technically she needs to butt out of my life. Secondly, Althenea is not a fucking angel and you know that. She called Dean Thomas the m-slur at the beginning of the term and she goes around making fun of every girl at Hogwarts. If Althenea is going to date Theo she needs to understand that I’m going to be there just as much as Mattheo, Blaise, and Draco. And lastly, I will hex you to Beauxbatons if you speak like that to me again, understood?” I said sternly.

She looked at me with a blank expression, her mouth slightly agape. I took this as my time to leave and I stepped aside and left the bathroom.

Friday night (Theo’s POV)

I stood in a corner of the Ravenclaw common room, drinking some mystery drink out of a plastic cup. The lights were flashing harshly and the music was blasting through the speakers.

“So, why’d you choose that costume?” Althenea asked from beside me.

It took me a moment to register what she said but then I responded with, “I don’t know. I like the movie I guess.” I say, looking down at my vampire costume inspired by Lost Boys

“Oh that’s cool. I don’t really know why I chose my costume.” She said, and I quickly looked at her costume, registering for the first time that she was dressed as a mermaid.

I gave her a tight smile and then turned my attention to my friends.

“No way we win that game.” Blaise said, he was dressed as a mummy.

“We could easily take the Gryffindor team even without McCabe and Reis.” Draco said, offended that Blaise thought they were worse than the Gryffindor’s. He was dressed as Jack Frost.

I was trying to focus on the conversation, but all I could think about was were you could be. I didn’t see you anywhere, and you promised you were coming to the party. I started to become anxious.

“What’s up with you?” Mattheo asked me, he was dressed as a cowboy who had forgotten to wear a shirt.

“Nothing. Just tired of entertaining you-know-who.” I said quietly not wanting Circ to hear me.

“Makes sense. Wish I could help with that but that’s completely a you problem.” Mattheo said.

“Thanks mate.” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

Suddenly I hear your laughter echoing throughout the common room and I look around to where it’s coming from. After a few seconds of scanning, I found you.

“I’ll be right back.” I said to the group and quickly left.

I walked quickly towards you and when I finally reached you I decided to put my hand on your shoulder and scare you. You jumped back and let out a quiet scream before laughing after having seen my face.

“Very funny Theodore.” You said smiling.

I chuckled and then asked, “Where’s your costume?”

You looked at me with a confused face and then looked down at yourself, “I’m an angel? Isn’t it obvious?” You said, turning around to show me your wings.

“A costume is when you dress up as something you’re not, obviously.” I say, probably because of the alcohol coursing through me.

You giggle at the comment and say “You are so cheesy you know that? I mean why am I even friends with you.”

“You know you love me.” I say, engulfing you in a hug and swinging you side to side.

“I think you need to slow down on the drinks.” You say laughing, the words coming out muffled since your face is pressed against my chest.

“I think you need to speed up on the drinks.”

“Well what do we have here?” Mattheo says, coming up to us with Hermione.

We leave the embrace and focus on the two people in front of us.

“Nice costume Mattheo.” You say.

“Wore it just for you.” He says, putting an arm around your shoulder.

My chest tightens with what I think is jealousy and I look at the two of you blankly.

“And you look great Hermione.” I say.

“Thank you.” She says giggling, she was dressed up as a cat.

“Well Matty, I don’t know any cowboys who don’t need shirts but I guess there’s a first for everything?” You say, poking his side.

He laughs before saying, “Well I for sure don’t know any angels that were shirts.” He says, which causes you to laugh and lightly slap him on the shoulder.

“It’s not like that corset is leaving any room for imagination.” Said Draco, who had walked up to the group.

“Thanks Draco.” You say sarcastically.

Suddenly I feel an arm around my waist, I look down confused because you’re currently wrapped around Mattheo.

I don’t recognize the arm and I look down at the mystery persons face. Althenea.

“What are we talking about?” She says.

The group goes quiet.

Mattheo breaks the silence by saying, “We are just talking about how much Theo enjoys y/n’s costume.”

“What? No we weren’t.” You say quickly, leaving Mattheo’s grasp to look him in the eye. Althenea’s arm leaves my side at the comment.

“What? We didn’t directly say it but it’s fairly obvious.” He says, which causes me to fully break out of my trance of staring at you.

You give Mattheo a look before saying “Hermione do you want to go grab a drink.”

The party continues, you left me a couple minutes ago to go dance with Hermione, and Althenea is talking about something stupid.

“And that’s why I think butter beer is better than pumpkin juice.”

“Uh-huh.” I say, my eyes on you.

“Teddy, I’m over here.” She says nervously.

“Don’t call me that.” I snap. “Sorry.” I quickly add to make up for my harshness.

“Sorry.” She says quietly.

The conversation continues after a few quiet moments, my eyes following you wherever you went.

“Um, I think I’m going to go the bathroom.” She says, quickly leaving me.

“Uh-huh.” I say moments after she’s left, still looking at you.

[Sorry this took me so long to write, I had exams and the got caught up in other stuff! I didn’t want to make this a series let alone more than 3 parts but here we are, sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this anyway, and part 4 (hopefully the last one) should come out soon-ish!]

#jealousyfic #theodore nott x you #theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #harry potter #hogwarts oc #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott angst #theodore nott fluff #slytherin boys #gryffindor #hufflepuff

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sailforvalinor · 11 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Awww thank you! I don't actually have a ton of fics up right now, and they're all one-shots, but here are a few:

Legend's Innisfree: A Legend of Zelda fic in the context of the Linked Universe comic (which I highly recommend, by the way), a comic where multiple different Links get thrown into the same time and have to figure out what's going on. The fic follows the Hero of Legend (nicknamed "Legend," from "A Link to the Past," "Link's Awakening," and a few other games) and the Hero of Hyrule (nicknamed "Hyrule," from the original "Legend of Zelda" and "Zelda II: The Adventure of Link"), both the heroes from the Downfall Timeline. Because Legend's games come right before Hyrule's, Legend often gets characterized as his mentor. This fic kind of explores that dynamic, as well as reflecting on Legend's doomed (?) relationship with Marin in Link's Awakening. I also got to work in some of my favorite folk songs into this one, which was a lot of fun! It's been a few years now since I wrote this one though, so looking back on it I would definitely do some revising, lol.

"I Will Never Be Like You": Another Legend of Zelda/Linked Universe fic about Legend and the Hero of Time (called "Time," from Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, also for reference he is a lot older than the rest of the heroes in Linked Universe and is married to Malon). The heroes find themselves in Hyrule's Hyrule, which is a desolate, ruined place, and Legend has to grapple with the realization that despite everything he did to protect Hyrule, it still inevitably falls to ruin. Also, his buried resentment of his Hero of Time (who fails and is killed by Ganon in his Downfall Timeline) bubbles to the surface. (The Hero of Legend isn't my favorite Link, he's just easy for me to write about for some reason? Lol.)

"Lead, and I Follow": Legend of Zelda (but not Linked Universe), a quick Twilight Princess character study from Midna's point of view. This was a fic that was meant to be a couple paragraphs and then got wildly out of control because my feelings about Midlink are varied and complex. (Also, the title is a line taken from Tennyson's "Gareth and Lynette," which reminds me a lot of them.)

Blindfolds and Treasured Words: A Kingdom Hearts fic, set during 358/2 Days, following Riku and Namine right before Riku leaves to retrieve Xion--and the last time they see each other as themselves before Kingdom Hearts III. Rikunami is very beloved to me (although admittedly this isn't a super shippy fic, you don't even have to read it as that, although the tone is meant to be romantic).

#thank you so much!#i've got this breath of the wild/princess bride fic half-written that i need to finish #as well as my tentoorose fic that i started back in JANUARY #it is difficult for me to finish things lol #asks #fic recs #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #kingdom hearts #midlink #rikunami #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu time

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shinidamachu · 2 years

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Apparently people on some social media are shocked the song Dearest for the IY ED was meant to symbolize InuKag. I guess the way Sunrise animated the ending some fans thought it was about Kikyo? But listening to the actual lyrics and reading the blurb for the Dearest single, it always was obvious to me that it was a romantic InuKag song.

Sunrise did use Dearest for Inukik scenes, so it's only natural that people will instantly associate it with them, especially considering Kikyo's death. It was such a sensorial experience, with the way it was animated and the creative decision to play the song, that it's actually hard dissosiating one thing from the other.

I am deeply obsessed with the Inuyasha soundtrack, so after I finished the show, of course I got curious about the translation of the songs. And like I said on Twitter: the moment I searched up Dearest's lyrics, it was clear to me that this is an Inukag song. And recently I came to realize I wasn't the only one to think that.

But until then, it was just a personal opinion of mine. One that I wasn't particularly eager to voice, since it most definitely had the potential to revive old ship wars and it wasn't even something I was passionate enough about to be worth the drama. The truth, though, is that to me, the lyrics decisively fit Inukag way better than they fit Inukik, if it ever fit Inukik at all. I could write a lyric by lyric analysis here, but I don't feel completely comfortable, given the language barrier. The last thing I want is to make a fool of myself or worse: accidentaly offend anyone. Plus, I don't really feel like going through this trouble anyway.

And it's not even the fact that Dearest was meant to be an Inukag song that gets me, because I've had already made my peace with that way before this CD blurb came to light. It's the fact that there's actual, written, official confirmation on the matter. Yes, I know sometimes people just make shit up and words can get lost in translation or taken out of context, but the person who brought this up is very reliable and so far I have no reason to doubt the content they provided, especially when it makes perfect sense.

That being said, the fact that the blurb basically states Dearest is about Inuyasha's feelings for Kagome and yet Sunrise used it for Inukik even still is very symbolic in and of itself, but this isn't really about the song. It's about Sunrise's consistent tendency of always taking away from Inukag: important scenes that got deleted, characterization that has been butchered, development that has been ignored, intimacy that got toned down. Now this.

For a main couple who has been vastly popular in the fandom for decades, there's not really an excuse for treating them that poorly. It's just playing petty.

And lazy.

Because if Dearest was specifically written for Inukag, the least Sunrise could have done was creating another song to be Inuyasha and Kikyo's theme instead. If I was an Inukik shipper, I'd be livid to find out not only my favorite couple got a theme song that didn't truly reflect their story, but was also originally intended to contemplate the romantic feelings that half of my ship has for a different character.

Regardless, there is nothing shocking about the whole ordeal. That's just Sunrise for you.

#Sidmailing

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classicalmusicdaily · 8 months

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If you have ever listened to classical music, then chances are the name Claude Debussy has come up. But what kind of music did he write? Was it romantic or more modern? Did he focus on solo works or choral works? All these questions and more will be addressed in today’s blog post as we explore the incredible legacy left by Debussy. We will look at his musical influences, some famous compositions that reveal the beauty of this composer’s work, and how even though Debussy is no longer with us his music still lives on. An Overview of Debussy's Music and Influences When it comes to the world of classical music, few names are as revered as Claude Debussy. This French composer was a true pioneer in the field, pushing the boundaries of what was considered acceptable in his time. His music was characterized by dreamy, impressionistic melodies and clever use of harmony and dissonance. Though he passed away over a century ago, Debussy's influence can still be felt in modern music, from film scores to pop songs. But what were the influences that shaped Debussy's own sound? From Wagner to Chopin, and from Javanese gamelan to the sound of the sea, Debussy drew inspiration from a wide range of sources to create something truly unique. How Debussy Incorporated Impressionism into His Music Have you ever listened to Claude Debussy's music and felt like you were transported to a different world? There's a reason for that - Debussy was a master at incorporating impressionism into his music. He didn't just write notes on a sheet; he created a sonic landscape that was meant to evoke a particular emotion or feeling. He did this by using unconventional chord progressions, unusual harmonies, and non-traditional scales. He was inspired by nature, art, and other elements of the world around him, and he wanted to capture that essence in his music. It's no wonder that he is considered one of the greatest composers of the 20th century. So, the next time you listen to Debussy's music, try to pay attention to the emotions it evokes - you might be surprised at what you feel. The Impact of Debussy's Work on Modern Music Do you love modern music? Then, you should definitely know about the interesting impact that Debussy's body of work has had on it. As one of the most renowned French composers, his music explored the limits of tonality, rhythm, and chord progression, ushering in a new era of music that broke away from the traditional Romantic era. His innovative ideas have been influential in different genres like jazz, pop, and electronic music, and many contemporary composers still draw inspiration from his work. Thanks to Debussy's bold vision, music has become more experimental, daring, and boundary-pushing. So, let's tip our hats to this visionary artist who opened doors to new possibilities that continue to shape our modern music scene! Examining the Different Genres That Debussy Wrote for Ah, Debussy, the French composer who gave us such enchanting works as Clair de Lune and La Mer. Did you know that he explored a wide range of genres in his compositions? He dabbled in everything from solo piano pieces to orchestral works and even vocal music. One of his most famous pieces, Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun, is a tone poem for orchestra that is considered a masterpiece of impressionist music. Debussy was also fond of chamber music and wrote several works for small ensembles, including his String Quartet and Sonata for Flute, Viola, and Harp. It's fascinating to see how he experimented with different genres and pushed the boundaries of musical expression. How to Recognize a Piece of Music Written by Debussy If you're a fan of classical music, chances are you've come across the works of Claude Debussy. The French composer is known for his unique style, which is often described as impressionistic. But how can you tell if a piece of music was written by Debussy? One way is to listen for his use of colorful harmonies and unique scales.

He often used modes or scales other than the traditional major and minor, in his compositions. You may also notice his use of timbre or the unique sound quality produced by different instruments. Debussy was particularly fond of the harp, which features heavily in many of his works. So if you hear a piece of music with a dreamy, ethereal quality, and some unexpected harmonies, there's a good chance it was written by Debussy. A Comparison Between Debussy's Music and Other Composers of the Period When we think of classical music during the late 19th and early 20th centuries, we often think of the likes of Mozart and Beethoven. But there were other composers of the period who may not be as well-known, like Claude Debussy. Debussy's music stands out from his contemporaries for its use of unconventional harmonies and rhythms, which gave his elegant compositions a unique sound. While his music was sometimes criticized for being too experimental, it ultimately influenced later composers, such as Stravinsky and Ravel. Listening to Debussy's music alongside that of his peers offers a fascinating study of how he crafted a distinct musical style. Conclusion: All in all, Debussy was a remarkable composer who greatly influenced music history. His abandonment of traditional harmony and technique into something far more dynamic marked the bridge between old and new. He incorporated a range of genres, from romantic pieces to impressionist soundscapes, and corresponded with artists such as writers and painters to further explore Impressionism. And, of course, if you ever find yourself wondering what kind of music Debussy wrote it’s safe to say that it embraced experimentation, which is just one way he changed the very face of modern music. In short, Debussy’s talent for pioneering composition will always remain an unparalleled part of our musical heritage! FAQS: Q: What kind of music did Debussy write? A: Debussy wrote a wide variety of music, from romantic pieces to impressionist soundscapes. He often incorporated elements of different genres into his compositions and embraced experimentation in order to create something new and unique. Q: How did Debussy influence the world of classical music? A: Debussy's unconventional harmonies and rhythms greatly influenced the world of classical music. His compositions paved the way for modern composers, from Stravinsky to Ravel, to explore new techniques and create their own musical styles. Debussy is widely considered one of the most important figures in classical music history. Q: Did Debussy collaborate with other artists? A: Yes, Debussy often corresponded with writers and painters to further explore impressionism. He was greatly inspired by the works of Cezanne, Monet, and Mallarme, and even wrote music for a ballet based on the fairytale Cinderella. His collaborations with these fellow artists helped to shape his own compositions.

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jakekiszkasleftnutsack · 2 years

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Hot and Heavy

Sam Kiszka x f!reader

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Summary: It’s your boyfriend’s birthday today. You’ve planned a day filled with fun and a spicy night out, but once he gets his hands on you, sweet Sammy just can’t control himself.

Warnings: 18+ GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, swearing, alcohol use, oral sex (m and f), unprotected sex, car stuff, breeding, foot stuff, teasing, and more overall smutty content.

W/c: 4.3k

A/n: I feel like the world needs more horny Samuel. Now, I know we all agree that he makes a wonderful pillow princess, but after some ideas from my very unhinged bestie, there’s no way I wasn’t gonna make this one shot to fill the space while I work on my masterpiece. It’s medium nasty and has minimal plot, which is overrated anyway, but it’s also all over the place and mostly unedited. Enjoy, Sammy girls, and I’m so sorry.

Theme Song: Fck Me - I Hate Myself Because

@samkiszkaswhxre this one’s for you babe

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Bless the morning sun, honestly… You thought as the first rays of sunshine shone across your man.

The way Helios dragged the sun through the sky and past your haphazardly drawn curtains makes him look like an angel without fail. Every. Single. Morning. The contours of his body peeking out of the sheets, thrown about by a night of cuddling, are emphasized with beautiful peaks and shadows. Sleep looks good on him.

Control yourself, ya thirsty bitch. There’s a matter at hand.

You’re glad you can count on him for always sleeping later than you as you struggle to not drop the tray of food in your hands. Breakfast in bed definitely isn’t your forte, considering all your botched attempts at cooking can’t be counted on two hands. You’d do anything for Sammy, though, including sweating in the kitchen at seven in the morning to be sure you had enough time to perfect your boyfriend’s breakfast on his birthday. Plus you can’t help being a romantic at heart, there’s nothing you’d rather do than put in a little extra time to see him happy.

“Happy Birthday, sleepyhead. Wakey, wakey.” You set your tray down on your empty side of the bed and crawl over to him, gently so as not to startle him. An adorably sleepy groan mixed with a laugh comes from him as you rest on your stomach, lying half on the bed and half on him with your chin resting gingerly on his chest.

“I made you pancakeeesssss.” You reach up and boop his nose with one finger, only earning another groan from your beloved. “Come on grumpy, I made them with bananas, just how you like.”

“You didn’t burn them again, did you?” He speaks with a tone that you know is only meant to poke fun and starts the slow journey of sitting up in bed. A slight rasp lines his voice, and he clears his throat to shake it.

“I sure did, they’re delicious and nutritious.” You place a quick kiss on his chest where your chin had been and move to sit next to him, pulling the tray of definitely not burnt pancakes onto your lap to share with him once he has the chance to blink the sleep out of his eyes. He closes the small gap between you by leaning into your hair and leaves his own little kiss behind.

“Thank you so much, babygirl” He mumbles against you after his lips connect then pulls away to make sure you don’t spill everything all over your duvet. “You don’t have to do this every year, Y/n. I’d love to make you something, one of your favorites?”

“Are you kidding? On your very own birthday? Nope, not happening.” You shrug and take a bite of your shared meal. “Besides, my love language is acts of service, you know that. So I’m gonna do stuff for you on your birthday and you’re gonna like it.” Sam was the better chef between the two of you, in reality. Though there was nothing wrong with your cooking, you knew he just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.

“Speaking of fun stuff,” the side of his mouth is trying to hide the smile he’s doing a bad job of holding back. “What are we getting up to today?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” Your birthday excursions have been host to some shenanigans in the past, mostly good times that ended up in the core memories of everyone involved. Naturally, he’s always excited to see what you have planned, but you sense that the slutty lingerie he snuck into your drawer a few days earlier might have something to do with the mischievous look he’s currently throwing you.

This cheeky bastard.

“You can wipe that look off your face first of all, cause we’re not lighting anything on fire.”

“What?! Come on babe, the guys are gonna be pissed.” He mumbles, mouth full and lips sticky, only half upset that he knows you’re serious.

“I know, how dare I. They are meeting us tonight though for ax throwing and then drinks,” A bit of syrup is caught on his chin, so you reach out with your napkin and dab it away for him. “But first you and I are gonna go exploring.”

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He’s barely touched me all day. What the hell is his deal tonight?

It’s not like he was ignoring you, you had a wonderful day together. After breakfast in the morning, you went on a walk with the dogs, as you normally do. The walk turned into a surprise hike followed by a picnic, where you sat, talked, laughed, and picked wildflowers. You had braided some together to make a crown for him, he looked stunning in it, obviously. Then you met Josh, Jake, and Danny at the ax throwing place, it’s one of their favorite group activities so it had to be included before heading to one of the newer bars in town to celebrate. As much as you hinted throughout the day with double entendres and suggestive touches, his dick stayed in his pants. Sam was flirty with you, of course. Stealing kisses here and there and grabbing your ass when nobody was looking, that kind of behavior from him couldn’t be stopped. However, you were expecting a little more from the birthday boy, and it doesn’t help that you’ve been horny since this morning.

Making your way down the streets to the bar with Sammy’s hand intertwined with yours, you slowed your pace to pull back just slightly from the group. “Sammy, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” Your hushed tone clearly worried him, as he matched it in his response. “Why? Y/n, what's wrong?”

Oh no, he sounds so scared, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“Nothing baby, you just seemed a little distant. I want to make sure you’re having a good time on your birthday.”

“I’m having an amazing day, princess. I’ve just been enjoying my time with you, everything is okay, I promise.”

His warm chocolate eyes search your face for any hint of disbelief. Instantly you soften and squeeze his hand once to reassure him. You do believe him, but that doesn’t shake the feeling that something is just slightly off. “I love you, Sammy.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses your forehead once, letting his lips stay there for a moment with his facial hair tickling your skin before you speed back up and rejoin the festivities of the group.

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The five of you stumble into the bar, already meeting the same level of rowdy as the crowd assembled inside. Since you had been together for hours already, the alcohol is flowing swiftly, as it usually does. It isn’t too late, but the place is in full swing. Bodies are rocking on the dance floor to some ungodly club music, but you know the boys can put up with it long enough to have a good time. The twins disappear to grab drinks and you, Sam, and Danny start scoping out a place to sit.

If he isn’t gonna touch me, I’m sure as fuck gonna touch him, you thought. Hatching a little plan to get your beau worked up just a tad surely won’t hurt anybody.

I’m wearing this probably stupid expensive lingerie anyway, he should get his money’s worth.

He places his hand on your back and motions for you to sit down first, instead you strategically sit on the opposite side of the booth next to Danny. You meet his confused expression with one of innocence as he slides into the spot he originally picked. The boys come back with a drink for each of you and a round of shots.

“Happy Birthday, fucker!” Everybody cheers to Sammy, but he’s only watching you as you down the tequila. Soon, the table is in the thralls of some sort of discussion about what they recorded in the studio that week, but you’re not involved. Under the table, you’ve quietly slipped off your shoe to ride your foot up his leg just a touch. His face hardens and you can see every bit of attention he was paying to the conversation silently shift to you.

There’s my boy… That’s it, look at me.

Josh and Jake are yelling about something, Danny is doing his best to mediate, but your man is fixed on you, eyeing you with anticipation as the soles of your feet slide up and down his calf until it’s resting on his knee. It drives him wild, you know that though he’s apprehensive to admit, you would never judge him for his abstract interests. You rest your chin against the heel of your hand and pretend to be engaged in what the boys are talking about, nodding along to appear convincing while peeking at Samuel in your peripheral. His jaw set in a rock hard line and you can see the devil on his shoulder whispering in his ear.

Now, while everyone is looking away, you decide is the best time to slide your foot all the way up his thigh until it nudges his cock. He grabs the edge of the table and jolts forward in surprise.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Danny says, laughing and almost spitting out his drink.

“Nothing, we're gonna go dance.” He nods his head in the direction of the mass of sweaty strangers and grabs your hand to pull you along, in your slightly intoxicated state there’s nothing you would love more than to join him there, so you slide your shoe back on and follow him willingly.

The beat of the music is heavy, making it easy for you to dance on him the way you want to, grinding and leaning almost your full weight on him so there isn't a dip of your body he cant feel.

“You’re really testing me around my brothers, are you trying to get yourself into some trouble, little one?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” He runs his hands up the backs of your thighs and lifts up your skirt just enough to feel the underwear you have on. He knows without a doubt, it’s the set he bought you. The whole thing is pink crushed velvet with black detailing, you don’t have another set like it. You noticed that as soon as you has seen them with a matching bra in your dresser, they fit like a glove and made your ass look amazing. The soft fabric gave a unique feeling to both the inside and the outside, it was on brand for him with how handsy he usually is with you. You had decided then that you weren’t going to say anything and would wear them to surprise him.

“I see you found my little gift.” He speaks directly into your ear over the bump of the speakers so close to where you’re dancing.

This makes you laugh out loud. “It was clearly a gift to yourself.”

“It’ll end up being a gift for both of us by the time I’m done with you.” All the muscles south of your belly button clench.

He’s feeling rather feisty tonight, well two can play at that game.

You turn to face him and pull him down to your level so your lips collide with his in a hot and heavy kiss, complete with a bit of palming through his pants to work on the semi you can feel growing under your touch. Your tongues do a dance of their own before you pull away to press your cheek to his and speak with the most suggestive voice you have. “Say goodbye to the boys, I want you to take me home.”

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The car ride back was full of steam, the two of you could barely keep your hands off each other. It was probably the wrong choice, but you were always quick to disregard logic when Sammy was involved. You couldn’t help but lean over and plant little kisses behind his ear where you knew he liked to feel you, and you let him creep his fingers over your exposed thigh to push your skirt out of the way and graze across the velvet between your legs. He tickles you through your already drenched panties with just enough pressure to alleviate some of the heat that’s been accumulating in your abdomen, but not enough to break the seal.

“Mmm, those panties I picked out were definitely the right choice. So wet and warm, I love how you feel, princess.”

His eyes flicker momentarily over to you to drink in the sight of your skirt hiked up your waist and your death grip on the side of your seat. Glancing back and forth between you and the road, he makes quick work of pulling your panties to the side and teasing one already slick finger into your cunt.

“Shit. Daddy- “ You whine, desperately egging him on with a pet name you know for a fact will travel through his brain directly to his hardening cock.

Using your free hand, you brush his silky locks over his shoulder to give you easier access to your target. You run your tongue over the shell of his ear, causing a ripple effect to run its course through him. A shiver whips down his spine, a tiny moan escapes his lips, and his one hand on the steering wheel momentarily loses it’s grip. Gasps from both of you pierce through the sexual tension like a hot needle when the car swerves the smallest bit into the next lane over before he corrects the mistake.

“Eyes on the road, you can’t fuck me stupid if we’re dead in a ditch.”

“Fuck! Y/n, you’re gonna kill me!”

With both hands back on the steering wheel, it’s a short drive back to the house and Sam speeds like it’s nobody’s business.

He pulls into the drive and immediately starts undoing his belt once the car is in park.

“What are you doing?” You look around in brief panic to assess whether anyone happens to be out for a nighttime walk or on their porch for a breather.

“Suck me off.” He sounds absolutely ravenous.

“Sam, let’s go inside.. The neighbors could see.”

“Fuck them. You want me bad enough to tease me in the club and almost crash my car, then I want you to choke on me right here right now.” His hard cock springs free of the final layer when Sam pulls his boxers down just enough. He pumps his fist up and down the shaft and bends his neck to spit on himself and work it over.

You’re too stunned to fight him and frankly, you’re too turned on to give another thought about the neighbors. There has to be some sort of world record for how fast you unbuckled your seatbelt and adjusted yourself in your seat so you can lean down to collect his spit with a long lick over the underside of his cock before taking it all into your mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He collects your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of the way and so he has an unobstructed view of the tears that form when he pushes on the back of your head, forcing you to take just a bit more of him.

You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take in as much of him as you can, making disgusting gagging sounds in the process that he eats right up.

“Such a dirty fucking girl. I love you so much.”

He pulls you off by your hair and collects himself back into his pants. With the most urgency you’ve ever seen from him, he speed walks around to your side of the car and opens your door before you have a second to process what’s going on. He scoops you up and fireman carries you into the house from the car, unlocking the door with ease and bringing you to your shared bedroom where just hours ago you were innocently sharing a nice birthday morning.

Oh how the tables have turned.

You’re thrown onto the bed with so much force the wind is almost knocked out of you and Sam is already shirtless on top of you, pulling off the rest of your clothes in a fury, kissing and biting at your neck.

“What’s happening in that pretty head of yours, talk to me.” His lips dip into the valley between your breasts, pulling at the little bit of velvet holding your bra together with his teeth.

“Where did all this come from?” You giggle, exasperated from this new-found thirst of his.

“You’ve been a fucking tease all night, Y/n” there’s a minor bite in his words “When you drive me crazy, it makes me want to do crazy things, and since it’s my birthday I expect you to take it.”

That was exactly the fucking point… I didn’t expect this from my sweet baby, though. Didn’t know he had it in him…

“Do you need a safe word?” The domineering lean to his voice momentarily left and he spoke to you like he normally does, lovely. But you shake your head and try to pull off your panties in the process.

“No, I want this. Fuck me Daddy, please.” Typically, you don’t need a safe word, he’s gentle but firm and never aggressive like this, but the passion in his voice and every single movement prove to you that you’ll be safe in his arms no matter what he throws at you.

He pulls your panties down the rest of the way for you while you make quick work of your bra, grabbing at your nipples and twisting them as soon as they’re loose. He lines himself up and presses into you agonizingly slow. His mouth drops open beautifully, his sex face always looks so similar to the one he makes when he’s on stage. He pulls one of your legs against his chest and leans into it, the stretch stings but it pushes him even deeper inside you as he starts thrusting sloppily, losing himself somewhere along the way. You bite your lip to keep the screams inside you, pushing them back down until they return as soft sobs.

Angel, perfect, princess, beautiful.. Little bits of praise fall from his lips while he pummels your cervix, the tip of his cock catching that sweet spot inside you every time he pulls out. He feels heavenly, but you might have bitten off more than you could chew with how rapidly you’re approaching one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever felt.

“Daddy.. I’m not gonna- oh God- I’m not gonna be able to keep going like this.” You whine, barely maintaining your composure enough to speak.

He smirks down at you though his eyes are closed likely in sheer bliss, and he leans his head against your ankle, which happens to be resting on his shoulder due to the position he’s put you in. As if it’s second nature to him, he finds your clit without looking and rubs small circles into it, sending shockwaves up and down your already overstimulated body.

“I know you're gonna cum, baby. I can feel you. Give it to me.”

Your legs start to shake as your climax approaches and you can’t hold back your cries any longer. Still flicking his thumb over your clit, he turns his head and grabs your ankle holding it firm, and runs his tongue along the sole of your foot from heel to toe.

Oh my fucking god Samuel, are you kidding me..

He might as well have drop kicked your ass right over the edge of your orgasm with that stunt, and at that moment you explode around him.

He doesn’t slow, and his hand doesn’t leave your clit. He keeps working you through. “That’s it, good girl. I’m gonna cum, holy shit you’re so tight.”

“Cum in my mouth, Daddy. I wanna taste you.”

“Fuck no, I’m gonna pump you full until you burst.” When he says this, he drops your leg back down to the mattress and pushes your knees as far apart as they’ll go.

“Did you put on a condom?”

Did I take my birth control today? Yeah, I’m sure I did… I think?

“Take it, princess. Please. I wanna put my baby deep inside you.”

Your eyes widen, genuinely shocked.

Is he serious?

In your silence he fills the gap. “Please, baby. I love you so much. I’m gonna cum, please let me...”

You let go of the sheets you were gripping and reach for his face with both hands. He helps you out by leaning closer so you can pull him to your lips by his hair and you whisper into his open mouth. “Fill me up, Daddy.”

He breathes a heavy sigh of relief and his thrusts get faster and more deranged. You don’t let him go though, instead you hold his forehead to yours and look into his eyes so you can see the fireworks inside of them when he spills his load.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.. deep inside me, Daddy. I need it.” You can’t help but egg him on and he lets out a high pitched moan, finally slowing the roll of his hips from crashing into you. Once he’s empty, he collapses on top of you, desperately trying to catch his breath.

“I fucking love you, Y/n.” You smile to yourself and stroke his hair, fully content with the world and the man you love.

“I love you too, Sammy.” Gently, you clench around his softening cock just to remind him of what he left there.

He breathes in a sharp hiss and he tenses for a moment before relaxing. “Lover, don’t do that.”

His reaction surprises you, but it’s mostly just amusing. “Don’t do what? Don’t do this?” You pulse your walls around him again.

“Ah- Jesus Christ baby, stop.” He picks himself up off your chest and bears his weight on his hands so he’s looking down at you, his long hair curtains around his face as he glares.

Once, twice, three more times you squeeze him while you bite your lip and watch a look of beautiful anguish appear on his face. Apparently, it’s too much for him and he jerks out of you too quickly which makes you whine in protest, but he ignores you and sits back on his knees between your still open legs.

“When are you gonna learn you shouldn’t tease me?”

His lips descend on your clit and immediately he sucks it into his mouth, alternating pressure and suckling gently in a way he knows is guaranteed to curl your toes. After all, he does know your body better than any man ever has.

“No no no no, I’m sensitive, wait…” You prop yourself up on your elbows to make a getaway attempt, but he just follows you up the bed until you’re both gathered at the headboard.

“Too bad, you little brat. You should’ve thought about that before playing dirty.”

You writhe under him and try to control him by digging your fingers through his hair and pulling him off to relieve the pressure, but he locks his arms around your legs flicking his tongue over you furiously and shaking his left and right, coating his facial hair with the slick oozing out of your hole. The overstimulation is almost blinding, every single one of your muscles convulses.

“Sammy! Stop! I can’t take it!” A second wave of ecstasy washes over you, and you arch your back so far off the bed you think it might break.

He hesitates for a moment, watching your chest rise and fall once you return to earth from the clouds, then leaves your clit and travels down to your entrance and gathers up his own cum on his tongue as it leaks out of you mixed with your own. He grips your hips with such force you curse at the pain. He purses his lips, and with an unholy slurping noise, sucks up your cocktail of juices into his mouth. You’re watching him in disbelief as he crawls over you. Once level with your face, he grabs your jaw and forcefully opens your mouth by pressing his fingers between your teeth through the skin of your cheeks, you stick out your tongue for good measure and prepare for impact.

Without breaking eye contact, he spits the entire contents all over your face. Most of it lands on your tongue, but you can feel it roll down your chin and neck to your chest. His eyes are just shining and a satisfied grin sits proudly on his face, the remnants glistening in his mustache.

There’s no fucking way he’s getting away with this.

Still covered in swill with your tongue extended, you lick all the way up the side of his face. In a crass attempt at getting him back for soaking you, you let your tongue wander around his lips. He’s fully accepted his fate by now, and lets you finish the job while he remains unmoving and bashful. You caress his mustache, re-wetting it again. Eventually, you roam to his chin and pull the hairs there between your lips, making sure they’re evenly coated. Once you’re sure that the sticky mess is thoroughly covering his face, you back away and admire your work, giggling together like you’re teenagers exploring each other’s bodies for the first time again.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.” A single smug peck on the nose is all you get before he’s scooping you up in his arms.

“Wh-where are we going?” You curl into his chest, not bothering to look around, too consumed by your post-sex high.

“We have to shower, dummy. You have cum all over your hair.” He laughs at you, kissing the top of your head anyway and setting you on the side of the tub while he turns on the shower to heat up.

“Takes one to know one. Leftover pancakes after? I’m starving.”

“You read my mind.”

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randomstuffhewwo · 3 years

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Tone Indicators, a Masterlist

Tone indicators are shorthand for words used to convey tone, which the Cambridge Dictionary defines as "a quality in the voice that expresses the speaker's feelings or thoughts". Tone can do so much to change the meaning and implications of a sentence. The intended use of tone indicators is in text, and they are prevalent on social media where miscommunication is rife, and posts and messages are often misinterpreted. Tone can be especially difficult to parse for neurodivergent people. This is not to say that neurotypical people never misunderstand tone through text, or even face-to-face, because they do — but that neurodivergent people may experience and interpret tone differently. They are simply paralinguistic signifiers used at the ends of statements to help readers fill in the blanks. They can also be called written shorthand for the poster’s (OP's) intent and emotion.

It's entirely too easy to use them, simply use them after, or even before, the sentence that you wish to clarify. "Can you explain this for me? /gen"

I'm going to make a masterlist of all the tone indicators I've seen so far, adding some that aren't in popular usage, some I personally use with my friends, some that I believe should exist, under the cut. In some cases, I've seen multiple versions of the tone indicator, in which case I've put the more popular one first (at least by what I've seen).

Tone Indicators I've Seen Popularly Used

/j: joking "i'll have to deactivate my account now /j"

/hj: half-joking "we should definitely date /hj"

/s, /sarc, /sarcasm: sarcasm "i absolutely love being sad /s"

/srs: serious "i'm just so very tired /srs"

/nsrs: not serious "my leg's hurting a little bit but i'm okay /nsrs"

/g: genuine statement "i'm thankful that you're talking to me right now /g"

/lh: light-hearted "isn't is spelled 'unnecessary'? /lh"

/nm: not really mad or upset "i think you got that fact wrong /nm"

/pos, /pc: positive connotation "the movie's back on for tomorrow! /pos"

/neg, /nc: negative connotation "i have work tomorrow /neg"

/ly, /l: lyrics "she's a, she's a lady, and i am just a boy /ly"

/p: platonic "i just want to hug you /p"

/gen: genuine question "are you okay with me talking right now? /gen"

/t: teasing "it seems your sense of humour is horrible /t"

Tone Indicators I Haven't Seen Popularly, but I Have Seen, and Also Sometimes Use

/ref: reference "it's like none pizza with left beef /ref"

/nbh: nobody here, for vague mentioning "i'm just so angry at someone /nbh"

/r: romantic "i really want to cuddle with you right now /r"

/sx, /x: sexual intent (Used for sexual innuendos, or similar hinting)

/nsx, /nx: non-sexual intent (Used to clarify the lack of any such sexual intent in a statement)

/m: metaphorical "i was just swept away by a wave /m"

/li: literal "the fish was as big as my torso /li"

/ij: inside joke "it's a whale on dry land /ij"

/rh, /rt: rhetorical "who even cares? /rh"

/hyp: hyperbole (exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally) "i've told her ten thousand times to stop playing that song /hyp"

/c: copypasta (a block of text which is copied and pasted across the Internet by individuals through online forums and social networking websites)

/f: fake "i saw this post yesterday /f", which could be accompanied by an edited or modified post

/th: threat "i will get you to read that book /th"

/cb: clickbait "this website saved my life! /cb"

Tone Indicators I Use With My Friends, or Believe Should Be Mainstream

/a: affectionate "you're a bitch /a"

/q: quote "get up, get up, there are worlds to conquer /q"

/nf: not forced "do you want to go out with me today? /nf"

/pa: passive-aggressive "looks like someone has been talking to someone else behind my back /pa"

/npa: not passive-aggressive "i think someone has stolen my pen /npa"

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ncitygirls · 3 years

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yours - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, bffs2lovers, 3k

before joining you to your cousin’s wedding, jaemin had made a big deal about not being properly invited. as always, mark kept true to his habit of innocently causing trouble when it suited him. ‘i’m like family! where’s my invite!’ but it was hard to fault mark, because of course jaemin had been invited. somehow, his parents neglected to inform him that your cousin had rightfully assumed jaemin would know he was included in the na family’s invite. you said nothing though. especially when jaemin had briefly explained the reason for his displeasure. ‘we deserve our own invite, y/n. one for us together.’ which made no sense at all, because you’re just friends. you’re not together. however you had no idea you were alone in thinking that.

you see, jaemin was more acquainted with your family than some of your own relatives. he was invited to christmases, weddings, birthdays. basically any and all occasions your family saw fit to celebrate, jaemin was in attendance. yet surprisingly, even after having grown up alongside you and mark, a few of your more distant cousins were more than happy to express their displeasure with his more forward placed seat. because, like you keep reminding everybody: jaemin is just your best friend. but apparently, best friends didn’t reserve the rights to things you gave to jaemin. not in your extended family’s eyes. not that yours and mark’s family cared.

yet in the end, like most things regarding you, jaemin knew his attendance tonight had been a mistake. but not because of the petty feud his presence birthed in the lee lineage. oh no. it’s because, unlike most nights jaemin spends in your company - with your hair strewn about, mascara permanently smudged, and a lazy grin etched on - tonight, you were his least favourite kind of y/n. the one where he can’t help but follow you with his eyes, watch the placement of your feet, enjoy the shrill tone of your cackle. throughout the night, jaemin had found himself warmed by the way you drag your balled up fist over your made up eye, how you sing along to songs you don’t know the words to, how you wobble in your heels before you cling to him.

jaemin makes the mistake of enjoying you a bit too much. how you scowl as your relatives chat shit a bit too loud for you liking, how you make a scene of conspicuously covering his ears, unaware of how unbothered he is. how you try so hard to make him happy, in the smallest and largest of ways. so he drags you into a dance when you move to walk over, ready to rip your own blood a new one. “i’m gonna kill ‘em.”

“no,” he states simply, one of his hands slipping from your hand to your waist. “dance with me.”

“who do they think they are!” your voice adopts an unsettling shrillness that he can’t help but chuckle at. it even throws his head back. “why are you so happy? you should be mad!”

“because i don’t care,” he shrugs, tightening his hold on you slightly. “i’m here- you’re here. why would i not be happy?”

“you’re such a fucking leo.”

he still doesn’t know what that means, but he laughs anyway, happy that your deduction seemed to satisfy you. you eventually calm down, a peace settling over you as he spins you lazily around the dance floor. there’s some early 2000s track playing, one definitely unfitting for the way he’s swaying you. but you pay it no mind, speaking softly as he presses his cheek to the crown of your head.

“when do you wanna head up?” up, meaning the hotel room your relatives are also wound up about. it was intended for the bridal party and far travelled guests, neither of which they are. and neither of which you are. but you were your cousin’s favourite. and so was he. so naturally, you two had one reserved. even your parents had opted to stay at a cottage a couple roads over. “i think the boys are all gone already.”

he notes the guilt tainting your tone, knowing how drained jaemin grew from both physical and social interactions of any kind. so you knew well what his answer would be. “when you’re ready.”

“okay,” slipping out of his hold, you drag him over to the newly married couple. you exchange brief goodnights and grateful tidings before he excuses himself to find the jacket of his tuxedo. the search doesn’t take long, his eyes landing on the black coat a few seconds after parting. he does give himself a breather though, his knees cracking as the seat holding his jacket readily carries his weight. he doesn’t dare shut his eyes, knowing full well he’ll fall victim to his fatigue. so instead, he let’s them follow the one thing that always occupies his mind, that can keep him up all night. he finds you far quicker than he did his coat, the pink satin of your dress falling half way down your calf as you skipped over to bid some other guests farewell. he sighs happily, glad you never force him into such tedious pleasantries. you learnt a long time ago that while impossibly affectionate, jaemin’s social clock ticked a few hours faster than any one else’s. so by your timing, it had probably expired a little after the vows. it took a little bit of getting used to, but it also meant for quicker farewells and a speedier exit.

it’s only now jaemin realises this was a mistake. because before he ever gets his breather, less from you, but all the feelings that come from being with you, you’re at his side. he’s learned how not to cease up at your touch anymore. instead, linking his fingers with yours when they rest gently on his shoulder. when he peeks up at you, his eyes blinded less by the party lighting and more by your tired smile, he knows not to sigh, forcing down his body’s natural response to your attention. but when you tug at his hands, bringing him to stand, whispering a-

“let’s go home, yeah?”

he knows this isn’t a mistake. this is torture.

it’s how you pour him a tall, ice cold glass of domesticity with every meal. your hand wrapped in his as you lead him through the hotel. you slip out of your heels somewhere between the lobby and the elevator, grinning up at him as he takes them from you. jaemin even curses himself, his body responding to your needs unthinkingly. he tries to calm his beating heart by counting the floors, his eyes following the analog dial as you lean against his shoulder, fiddling with his cuffs.

“do you want them off?” you ask softly, barely a touch louder than the elevator music. he nods, though your gel nails are already picking at the gold, removing them with ease. “gimme the other one.” he inhales deeply, cursing whoever gave you to him. well, not really. you weren’t really his. but god did you act like it.

your hands slip into his pocket for the room key before slipping back into his hand. he just follows you out, caught in a happy daze as you take him ‘home’. you struggle a bit with the key card, trying it every which way before he leans into you, wrapping his arm around you as he reaches for the card. “the arrow’s pointing this way,” his thumb nail presses on the black arrow indicating the direction you have to push it. he doesn’t see you roll your eyes, but he guesses you do. so he presses his lips to your temple in apology. “you’ll get it next time.”

“piss off,” you laugh, pushing the door open when it clicks. he throws the heels and jacket on a chair by the door before collapsing onto the adjacent couch, his body ready to succumb to his dire need for rest. he can just about hear you rustling through the bags in the bathroom, your feet padding around on the linoleum. when it muffles slightly, he figures out immediately what you’ve returned for when you stop between his thighs. “thank you,” you sigh, his fingers already pinching at the zip on your dress. it sits low at the base of your spine, the back of the dress leaving you completely exposed. he’d taken to placing his hand there all night, his fingers gliding up and down the skin whenever he got the chance. when it’s down, his eyes linger on your hips, the top of your panties peeking out before you slap his knee.

“what?”

“the necklace,” your back is still turned, hair blocking his view. “please?” you add, hand smoothing over the skin of his knee.

“come here,” he pulls you down to sit between his thighs, his legs parting to make space for you. you land with a huff, quickly realising you haven’t sat down all night. jaemin realises this too, your neck craning a bit further to the side than necessary as he tucks your hair over your shoulder. “you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum, squeezing his thigh. “just a bit sleepy.”

“a bit?” he laughs, a little breathless as he gathers the chain he got you one christmas. “i think you’ve earned a good sleep.” he surmises, hands squeezing your shoulders gently. “but you know you were a guest today, right? not the planner?”

“yeah?” turning onto your knees, you glare down at him. “someone had to sort my uncle out, he was steaming!”

“yes, true,” he laughs. “just make sure you’re not doing that at my wedding.”

you feign surprise at that, “i’m invited to your wedding?”

“of course,” his hands squeeze yours earnestly before he whispers, “can’t have my wedding without the bride, can i-”

“fuck off!” his cackles chase you out the room. while you wash up, he makes quick work of his tux, throwing his slacks over the back of the couch, his thumbs slowly unhooking each of his buttons. a true man of leisure, he’s in all but his socks and draws when you return. “all done!” you sing, throwing the dress down as you reappear in an oversized t-shirt. he recognises it almost immediately from uni. it’s his soccer team’s jersey. it has his number on the back.

“finally,” he whines, pushing you aside as he makes his way inside, quickly locking the door to avoid your attacks. he goes to reach for his wash bag just to find the reason he did already waiting unpacked. in a small cup on the side is his toothbrush, resting sweetly beside yours. he ignores the hygienic implications of this and skips right to the romantic. because, while jaemin thinks and often dreams of placing your first name with his last, and while he spends most of his free time with you, and while he would take any number of bullets for you, he still can’t for the life of him figure you out. even after he bombards you with affection, praise, teasing, flirting, kisses. you’re still just you. making him just him.

and that’s fine, if that’s what you want. but he’s not sure he truly knows what it is you want. and this gets him thinking about the little things. how his hand is seldom empty in your presence. how you never think of him second, always first. how you want to be with him always. moments like now, when he returns to find you hanging his tux on its hanger, encasing it in its protective sleeve. his arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and you melt instantly, resting in his embrace. “thanks,” he mumbles, lips pressing gently to your shoulder.

“‘is okay,” you hum, hanging it over the back of the door before resting your hands over his. see, hands never empty when you’re near. he sways you back and forth, his heart beating gently into your back as you lean into him. “did you have fun?” you ask, squeezing at his forearms, “i know we probably stayed later than you’d like-”

“it was great.” see, always putting him first. “did you want to stay longer?”

“not without you.” see, how you want to be with him always. he wonders how you don’t see it. how you don’t see you’re killing him. “come on,” you mumble, shutting off the light as you blindly drag him to bed. jaemin has an annoying habit of following you in, his body shuffling in after yours, rather than separating and meeting in the middle. it doesn’t allow you much room, by the time you reach your side, he’s encased you in his arms, legs, even his head, his chin slotting itself in the crook of your neck. “nana?”

“hm?”

“i’m sorry about today,” the apology doesn’t shock him, but rather your disappointment. “you’re more like family to mark and i than they ever were. tonight was just proof of that.”

“it’s okay,” he squeezes you a touch harder, trying to decipher whether your words harm or soothe the growing hole in his heart. “i can’t say i don’t see where they’re coming from.”

“what d’you mean?”

“i dunno,” he starts, thinking as his lips press to the back of your neck. “i guess i’d be confused by us too,” he mutters against your skin.

“how so?” you press, turning in his hold, gazing up at him. his eyes are more than used to the dark now as he gazes back down at you. you’re tucked right up to him, the covers strewn over your lower halves. he rests his temple on his palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you fiddle with his fingers. “what’s confusing?”

he shrugs as best he can, watching his hand in yours. “i dunno,” he repeats, grinning when you huff. “i just- i think it’s hard for people to get that i’m your friend,” he tries, “just your friend.”

“what else would you be?” what else? what else?!

“i dunno,” he repeats for the third time, though he knows exactly what you’d be. but you don’t need to know that. not when you seemed so happy, so satisfied with how things are already. and that’s what’s most important to him. your happiness. and jaemin couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy with how things are either, he just knows there could be more to you both, more to this. more to him than being your best friend. but maybe it’s for another night. like he tells himself every time you push a topic you’re not remotely ready to breach. “let’s forget it-”

“no,” he flinches, just preparing to settle down for sleep. “am i missing something? if i am, just tell me.”

“i-” he drops his forehead to yours then. he’s so close, your eyes have to cross just for you to see him. it’s only when he rises you see a change in him. a nervous jaemin isn’t one you’re use to. it’s one that you would rather never see, it truly worries you. especially as he agrees, a small “okay,” leaving him before he kisses the tip of your nose, his lips barely puckered as they meet the skin. he grins as he does, his teeth gleaming in the moonlit room, his eyes open just wide enough to see you. his lips drop to your cheek, warming as your skin does. he hovers there as your hand tightens on his arm, clinging to him. he daren’t move, afraid the slightest jolt will wake him, drag him right out of this sleepless dream. when your grip loosens, he drops his head until he’s right by your mouth, his lips daringly puckering before he presses them to the corner of your lips. he stills as yours do too, your soft lips, now embalmed in his memory, pressing there ever so gently before he rises once more. he waits a second, watching the smallest of shivers rack through you before he dips again, lips falling to your neck. he smiles against your skin, overjoyed as you subtly crane your neck. his teeth drag over your skin as he journeys down the column of your neck, your hands gripping onto him a touch harder when he stops.

his fingers glide along the skin of your side, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist. he stops short of your chest, locked mid motion as he watches you breathe. there is no haste in his movements. no need to rush anything. no need to hurry. all there is, is a beat. a steady one in his chest. one that holds him here, one where he can’t move, can’t bring himself to test the waters you’ve just dared he enter. not even as the pads of your fingers glide along the warm skin of his neck, nails dragging through his nape, silently daring him to move. he pants over your chest, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth as you ask him again-

“what else would you be, jaem?”

he moves unthinkingly. as his dampened lips meet the hardened nub through your t-shirt, sucking on you through the aged material. his rolls his teeth gently, his fingers at your side finding your neglected nipple as you whine out for him. he feels himself slipping into delirium, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, unsure where exactly he’d rather be. he decides it doesn’t matter, not when you’re there. here. with him. letting him touch you in ways he never really thought possible. ways jaemin only ever imagined, only ever let himself surrender to in the dead of night. in the solitude of his own shameful company. he never thought of this. not really.

he had hoped, maybe even prayed, but never truly believed he’d have you whimpering for him. your fingers falling in the gaps between his own, pressing his open palm harder against your thinly veiled heat, your hips rolling against it. jaemin never thought he’d hear your whines, the sound cutting through him like knives, like ice shooting through his veins. he never thought you’d want him. not like this.

“jaem,” he’s with you in seconds, his spit slick lips an inch above yours. he watches patiently as you grind up against his hand, feeling his fingers prod at your desperate heat.

“you wanna know what else i could be?”

you nod. “please.”

“i could be yours.”

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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defrost (nsfw) kaeya x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: ice play!! slight degradation, orgasm denial/ edging, top male reader, bottom kaeya

a/n: this was edited by @kamihara, she really outdone herself in this one, professional kaeya simp lol

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“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

as a captain of the ordo favonius, you were a bright figure to the people of mondstat. a person who aided in saving the city from destruction, one of the heroes that defeated storm terror. of course, other knights had nothing but respect for you as your skill and talent was nothing short of impressive. many looked at you with a high regard due to your strength and position, this meant that many were intimidated by your presence and therefore fear approaching you.

however, there was one person who disregarded this and stuck by you anyways, kaeya alberich, the cavalry captain. out of everyone in the knights of favonius, you were the closest with kaeya. you enjoyed his company a lot, he was an interesting person who knew how to keep a conversation going, and while you're with him you could never find yourself feeling bored. he was as charming as he was cunning.

kaeya found himself enjoying your company too. the two of you have done lots of things together. going on missions, getting away with “knighty” duty, babysitting klee, and drinking at angels share. you know, all the fun things in life.

kaeya was a secretive person, and while you were curious about him, you respected his boundaries. perhaps this was the reason why he drew you in, besides his blaringly good looks of course.

there was no doubt that the man was attractive from head to toe. his silky navy blue hair fell down his shoulder with grace, his fringe complemented his smooth, flawless sepia toned face. his periwinkle eye held the sheen of a crystal, glistening as his long eyelashes framed it with poise. the diamond shaped pupils his eyes possessed could leave you in a trance forever. his open white shirt left his cleavage on display, contrasted with the black corset around his slim, slim waist. his slender legs brought him around with confidence and charisma.additionally, the intricate accessories he wore suited his personality well. all in all, kaeya was a pretty little thing.

all of this lead up to you harbouring romantic feelings for the cavalry caption. how could you not feel anything? he was perfect in every way.

the sound of kaeya’s voice snapped you out of your thinking. “y/n, any missions today?”

“nothing for you i don’t think, i gotta help jean with the paperworks though.” you sighed at the thought of a mountain of paperwork.

“great, well i’m off then you have fun doing whatever.” kaeya smirked at you, poking fun at your dread.

he started to turn around and walk off but you had other plans.

“wait. kaeya-” you speak quickly.

“hm?” he hummed out.

“angels share? 9pm?”

a quizzical look washed over his face before he masked it with one of his cunning smiles.

“alright.”

little did kaeya know you had more in mind than just drinking with him tonight. today would be the day when you finally told him about your little crush on him.

night quickly arrived after a day of working with jean. you were pretty exhausted but still excited about what's about to happen later tonight. when you entered the bar, Kaeya was already waiting for you at the counter talking with the bartender, charles.

“ah, i see mr.l/n is here too. Your usual today as well sir?”

“yah that’d be nice, thanks charles.” you said as you took a seat next to kaeya

“you got it.” charles said as he left to go get your drink.

angel's share was the place you and kaeya loved the most. the kind of noisy background with people chatting. cyrus and jack talking about their gains for today, six-fingered jose still playing his lyre, the song was getting a little old but you didn’t mind, in fact if he changed the song you probably wouldn’t be used to it.

“so, what’s the special occasion for today? you usually don’t invite me to drink on weekdays.” kaeya said while swirling his drink and glancing over at you.

kaeya’s eyes always amazed you. you didn’t know the name of the grey-ish color but you could gaze into them forever. his smooth skin glowed under the dim lighting in the bar. you loved everything about the man, his dark blue hair, his perfectly shaped body, and the fact that you could see a little bit of his clothing. what kaeya said on the first day when you guys met was true, you did feel something for him.

“hm? can i not invite fellow knights to share a drink once in while without a special occasion.”

“well, not wrong there but…you seem like you have ulterior motives for tonight from the way you’re dressing.” kaeya said, smirking at you.

it was true, you purposely chose one of your best outfits today for kaeya, you wanted to impress the man not only from your combat skills, but also your looks. there was no secret you could hide from kaeya. he knew you too well and he always looked right through you. it could have just been kaeya’s observant nature but you like to hope it was something more than that.

“you’re right there, you really do know me too well, maybe i need to start hiding things from you a little huh?”

“you can try but i highly doubt it’ll work in your favour, mr.honorary knight.”

both of you looked at each other with a slight smirk as charles arrived with your drink. after drinking for a good while you could tell kaeya was getting a little tipsy. his movements were unstable, he shaked a little while walking and his eyes started to become hazy. what better time than right now to reveal your true plans for tonight, you were gonna fuck the shit out of the beautiful man. you wanted to hear him scream your name in pleasure as you break him, over and over again.

“why don’t we go somewhere else? y’know, somewhere more, quiet” you suggested while scooting closer to kaeya.

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

as soon as you heard those words you immediately got up and left with kaeya. your plan was going perfectly and the best part is about to come soon. kaeya wasn’t stupid, he was an adult afterall and he knew what you were trying to do. dressing up all sexy like that, getting drinks, going somewhere more “private”, what else could it have been.

the two of you arrived in your house and headed straight for your bedroom. kaeya has been to your house many times for many reasons and he knew where everything was so he didn’t trip or fall.

you placed a light kiss on kaeya’s lips while he laid on your bed.

“wait here~ i’ll be right back.”

this was where things would get, interesting

you opened your fridge to grab a small wooden bowl. the content inside was covered by a small white cloth. after grabbing that you went to grab some rope from a drawer you hid them in because you didn’t know what to say if someone saw those items in your house.

after bringing the items back you put them on the side and pushed kaeya down.

“what’re those?” he asked

(its a surprise tool that’ll help us later.)

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, just lay back and let me do the work alright?”

you brought a blush to kaeya’s face with your flirty words as he gave you a small nod, signalling you consent and approval. you kept invading kaeya’s mouth over and over again, you’re tongue so skillful kaeya was sure this definitely wasn’t your first time. the kisses ended after a while leaving both of you panting and a half an erection in your pants. wanting more, you began to take off kaeya’s uniform. his skin is so beautiful, you could also see his well defined body, just the perfect amount, not too buff, not too skinny. you licked your lips a little bit and looked up at kaeya with a smirk. when you put your mouth onto kaeya’s pink nipples, he squealed a little out of surprise but soft moans soon began to escape from his mouth.

“a-ah~ didn’t know you had this in you, honorary knight.”

“oh i know a lot more tricks that can make you feel good~” you teased.

as you continued to suck on kaeya’s smooth skin, you decided to spice things up a little bit. kaeya yelped as he felt a slight pain around his nipples. you remove your mouth to see a bite mark around it.

“to mark you as mine~”

“tch, you cocky little bastard.”

seeing the tent building up in kaeya’s pants, you decided to take them off and grant it some release. after you took off kaeya’s jeans you saw a small stain at the top of his boxers, showing that he felt good earlier.

“alright... this is where the fun part begins.” you said as you grabbed the ropes you initially put on the floor.

“restraining me? go ahead, let’s see if the honorary knight is all talk or he actually has something up his sleeve.” kaeya taunted

not liking his attitude, you forcefully tied kaeya’s hands behind his back and pushed him to the end of the bed facing you with nothing on but his boxers. now, the mighty kaeya alberich, is at your mercy.

“alright, we can do this in two ways. one, you listen to me, second, i don’t think you’ll like what’ll happen,”

kaeya raised his head a little and looked you dead in the eyes.

“i choose the second option”

you knew kaeya was the bratty type and it’ll only add to the fun to tame him. after hearing his choice you pushed kaeya back to where he was before and uncovered the bowl you had prepared earlier on the side. the bow was filled with medium sized ice cubes and it was till now that kaeya finally realized what you were trying to do.

“ice cubes huh? bring it on.”

“you asked for it~”

you grabbed one of the ice cubes and started to rub it on kaeya’s pecs, making circular motions and slowing moving towards the center where his nipples are.

“f-fuck that’s cold.”

you saw kaeya’s cock twitch a little when you first reached his nipples and you knew he was feeling good. moving on with your plan, you rested the ice cube on kaeya’s nipples and lifted his boxers where his cock is still covered but his asshole is exposed to you. right after that, you grabbed the lube that has been sitting in your nightstand and spread them on your fingers. without mercy you put 2 fingers into kaeya, trying to find his pleasure spot. sooner or later when kaeya started to let out tiny moans you knew you hit your target.

“feels good huh baby boy~”

“y-yah, and so what o-oh fuck~”

kaeya was sure feeling it, to a point where he started stuttering.

the constant teasing got kaeya close to his limit. he couldn’t hold it any longer. but you’re not gonna let him cum that easy are you? of course not, he needed to be punished for what he did earlier.

“a-ah y/n i’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum so hard- wait why'd you s-stop?” kaeya asked

“you decided to be a brat earlier didn’t you~? bad boys get punishment.” you said with a smirk on your face.

kaeya stayed silent, not a word coming out of his mouth, head hung low feeling embarrassed.

“maybe~ if you begged a little i might reconsider, don’t you think so, pretty boy?”

kaeya finally lost his composure at this point, all he wanted was to cum from your touch.

“fine... i don’t care anymore.” kaeya growled.

“p-please y/n.” kaeya looked up at you with pleading eyes. “i want to c-cum, i want to cum so bad. i should’ve been a good boy from the beginning… i promise i’ll be obedient from now on, j-just please, let me cum…” kaeya begged

“that’s what i thought.”

satisfied with kaeya’s begging, you decided to grant him his release. you added another ice cube to the other side of kaeya’s chest while stroking his dick through his boxers. of course you didn’t forget to keep teasing kaeya’s prostate while you were at it. all these different stimulations made kaeya lose his mind. the male came through his boxers all over the place. semen spilled on his own stomach and chest followed with moans so loud the entire mondstat could hear him.

after he settled himself down a little, kaeya waited for you to untie him. you exchanged a kiss with him while you were doing so, smiling at each other thinking about what just happened. neither of you cared about the mess that you made because you guys were tired. listening to the birds chirp, you fell asleep with the dark blue haired male on your bed.

the two of you woke up in the afternoon to the noises of mondstat. you woke up a little before kaeya and from your point of view he was literally a sleeping beauty. you stroked his hair a little bit, causing him to wake up.

"y/n…good morning handsome."

"right back at you."

both of you giggled a little while holding hands.

"hey kaeya?"

"yes y/n."

"i've been meaning to get this off my chest and i don't think there will be a better time to say it than now."

"well go ahead, i'm all ears."

"you were the only one that ever stuck with me in the knights, everyone was afraid of me due to my strength except for you. you listened to me, you talked to me, and if it weren't for you i probably would've quit the job at the knights already." you took a deep breath and let out the words kaeya were waiting for.

"kaeya alberich... will you he my boyfriend?"

kaeya gave you a small scoff as a reaction and a light kiss to your lips.

"what reason do i have to refuse such a perfect man?."

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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How Genshin Characters View the Traveler (aka crushes galore)

I know this isn't a Genshin blog but I need to get this off my chest and organize my thoughts because I believe in Aether harem supremacy ✌

Disclaimer: this is meant for fun, so don’t get your knickers in a twist

Albedo

Albedo blatantly admits that the traveler fascinates them. He'll usually ask to hear of their numerous journeys and take notes on them. He quite enjoys their company, but Albedo is pretty clueless about his own feelings, especially those of the romantic sort. He wonders why he catches himself staring at them so much.

Amber

Amber is easily one of the traveler’s biggest supporters. She almost gets a bit too excited whenever they’re around, but she’ll also outright deny that she has a crush on them if anyone were to poke fun at her. If time allows it, she’ll often ask them to go gliding around Mondstadt with her.

Ayaka

Ever since she first heard of the traveler, their accomplishments genuinely impressed Ayaka. However, once she first met them in person, she was taken aback by how attractive they were. Furthermore, once they helped her out, she gets more insight of how truly wonderful they are and her affections (hence the dance performance).

Barbara

Barbara truly believes they are an actual gift sent by Barbatos himself. Not only are they kind and helpful, but they treat her with respect as a person, not some glorified object. She tends to get flustered easily and turns shy whenever the traveler compliments her.

Beidou

Beidou likes to laugh, and she thinks the traveler is funny. She often swaps stories about fights and adventures with them, so there’s definitely a bond between them! She especially appreciates their fighting spirit and would be honored to have them join their crew or at least be a drinking buddy (despite what the traveler says).

Bennett

The traveler is essentially an idol in Bennett's eyes. He admires them so much, but it never gets to the creepy level of obsession. He jumps at the opportunity to travel with them every time. Bennett isn't really good with distinguishing feelings, but knowing that they treat him as an equal makes his stomach flutter.

Childe

Hey girlie 😏 Childe gets off to the idea of someone successfully kicking his ass or potentially being able to kill him, so he is an absolute simp for the traveler. He genuinely loves it when they show disinterest at his flirting, and he swoons whenever they're sarcastic with him. He's not pathetic, he's just a sadomasochist.

Chongyun

Frankly, Chongyun’s just happy to have another friend besides Xingqiu. He also really likes the way they don’t push him out of his comfort zone, but instead try to gently coax him out. He’s often very cold to the touch and constantly chilly, but he feels oddly warm whenever the traveler is beside him.

Diluc

Appreciates the fact that the traveler isn't full of shit (unlike some people). He's impressed by their competence and their fighting abilities, so he doesn't hesitate in complimenting them. He usually says things without really thinking through them, so sometimes Diluc says something sappy or embarrassing without meaning to.

Diona

Diona thinks the traveler may or may not be cute. She won't admit it, though. She won't admit that she cares about their wellbeing either. The traveler is just another person who's going to come and go, so there's no point in getting invested in them. It's a relatively simple crush, nothing more.

Eula

Eula is more or less impressed with the traveler. She views them as a truly reliable person that is able to get the job done. Although she may seem skeptical at times, one of her greatest fantasies is to find more rebellious people like them and break free of Mondstadt and her lineage.

Fischl

Perhaps the traveler is a dashing monarch from another world! It genuinely excites her that they follow along with her roleplaying, even when some of her messages get lost in translation. She appreciates their friendly gestures and the fact they don’t treat her like an outsider.

Ganyu

A lot of people have a difficult have a hard time understanding Ganyu’s feelings, so it came as quite as a surprise that she and the traveler clicked almost instantly. The traveler treats her as another person, not as some ancient being; this type of behavior is what made her become flustered around them in the first place ☺️

Hu Tao

Thinks they’re super cute! She’s one who’s playful and flirty; however, her ways are a bit odd. She usually tries to tell what kind of casket she’d lick out for the traveler, what she’d dress them in, etc. Sometimes, she’ll bake “special cookies” in the shapes of bones just for them.

Jean

Much like Barbara, Jean sees the traveler as a blessing. However, unlike Barbara, Jean doesn't swoon over their looks or mannerisms; frankly, she's just glad that someone rational is willing to help and not make too much of a commotion (like some certain members of the Knights of Favonius).

Kazuha

Has feelings for the traveler and makes no effort to hide them. Often times Kazuha will write them poems or haikus; sometimes he'll add dried flowers or a pretty leaf. He truly has a way with words, and it never fails to stir something inside the traveler's chest. He's very gentle and mild-mannered, so he never forces anything too heavy on them.

Kaeya

Kaeya is a humongous flirt and everyone knows it. However, he seems even more so once the traveler is in the picture, and he has the tendency of showing off in some sort of way. He knows he's attractive and uses his looks to advantage whenever he can, though he makes sure to keep it somewhat subtle.

Keqing

Keqing isn’t the type to deal with people’s shit and isn’t fond of fools. Fortunately, the traveler doesn’t fall into either of those categories, so she gets along with them quite well. She can find similarities in their personalities (like working constantly), so she appreciates the fact that she can openly discuss these sort of problems with them.

Klee

Genuinely sees them as an older sibling! Klee often goes to them for advice or to spend the day together; often times, she'll send letters or drawings whenever they're apart (and yes, the drawings usually consist of her and the traveler blowing something up).

Lisa

Another flirt, no problems asked. Lisa makes euphemisms quite a bit, and it truly brings her joy when her comments make the traveler blush. Despite being scolded by Jean to tone it down a bit, she genuinely can't help it. The traveler is her personal cutie, and it's only natural for her to treat them as such, isn't it?

Mona

She could easily tell right away that the traveler was someone special upon first glance. Mona sometimes dreams about them - especially about how they helped her out and landed her a place to stay in Mondstadt. She’s grateful for everything that the traveler has done, yet she’ll deny any feelings for them with a bright blush on her face.

Ningguang

The traveler is seen more as a pet. Ningguang is straight up the sugar mama type, and she openly flaunts it. Granted, she respects the traveler highly, but something about their being Liyue’s hero sounds very, very charming. Whether or not she makes a romantic move is entirely up to her, but it’s not out of the question.

Noelle

Needless to say, Noelle gets flustered fairly easily, so whenever the traveler shows affection and support towards her abilities, she somewhat short-circuits. She'll usually try to play off the fluttering in her heart and simply convince herself that the traveler is only being nice, but she can't deny the fact that she has feelings for them.

Qiqi

Another one that looks up to the traveler as an older sibling. She often refers to her notebook to remind herself as to why she likes them so much; they’re patient with her and genuinely try to help her remember things, plus they’ll bring her candies from Mondstadt sometimes.

Razor

Razor has no idea what romantic feelings are or how he should identify them. All he knows is that he gets excited whenever he sees the traveler, and his metaphorical tail wags furiously. He's keen on protecting them and bringing them food, plus he likes to lie next to them when they relax by the fire.

Rosaria

Like Diluc, Rosaria likes how the traveler isn’t full of shit and can actually put up a decent fight. However, she isn’t the type to compliment them, but rather points out how they can further hone their skills. If anything, she acts more like the traveler’s drunk aunt.

Sayu

She’s mostly indifferent towards the traveler, but - like with most people - she envies their height. Sayu appreciates that they don’t make fun of her size, plus they somehow always manage to find her when she’s hiding for her nap, so she’s fairly interested in what kind of person they are.

Sucrose

Like with most people, Sucrose is quite shy around the traveler, but for some reason she feels more comfortable around them than anyone else. She respects them much like she respects Albedo. She also thinks the traveler has a very nice smile.

Thoma

Thoma is another flirt, but he’s much more reserved in his ways. He’ll often make encouraging comments or flatter the traveler with a bright smile. His flirting either makes the traveler blush or it goes right over their head. There is no in between.

Venti

Venti has a slight... obsession for them. Not in a creepy way, but more in a clingy sense. He practically hangs from them whenever he's messing around, and he unashamedly writes them songs. Venti is also a big fan of hugs! When he's drunk, though, that's when things take a darker, more seductive turn...

Xiangling

Xiangling’s poor little heart goes doki doki whenever she gets to cook for the traveler, have them cook with her, or eat a meal that they prepared. The way to her heart is definitely through her stomach! It’s a fairly small crush since cooking is her true love in life, but if the traveler pops up at Wanmin Restaurant and specifically asks for her again… Oh boy.

Xiao

Secretly has feelings for the traveler, but he refuses to admit it. Xiao thinks feelings like these are a waste of time and only bring pain; since he's been through much and the ultimate emo, he's even more emotionally constipated than the normal person. Although he doesn't outright say it, he'll often show his affection through actions.

Xingqiu

Two words: library dates. Whether if it's meant to be romantic or not, Xingqiu has an affinity for those who show genuine intelligence and is willing to discuss stories with him. Xingqiu could literally sit there all day and listen to the traveler tell him about the different worlds he's been to. It's quite refreshing!

Xinyan

Like Venti, Xinyan will write songs for the traveler, but she's more timid about showing them since rock music has yet a long way to go in Liyue, much less in Teyvat. She'll casually invite them for a jam session and ask for their opinion on how her songs sound. All in all, she thinks the traveler is pretty rad 👀

Yanfei

Yanfei is very skilled and knowledgeable in a wide range of topics, but when it comes to the art of seduction… not so much. She isn’t entirely sure if she has affections towards the traveler or not, but she enjoys being in their company nonetheless. However… she may or may not have tried to teach them Liyue law while over tea 😅

Yoimiya

Thinks the traveler is a lot of fun! She was already interested by the mere fact that they were an outsider, but once they showed their worth and came to her aid, it really sealed the deal. Viewing fireworks with them was an incredibly crucial moment, and she’ll keep that memory stored in her heart for all time.

Zhongli

Zhongli is very protective of them and wants to spoil them, but at the same time, he's also very, very broke. It's not sugar daddy status, obviously, but he enjoys treating them out to a dinner or a night on the town. The traveler thinks he's doing it just to be nice, but Paimon calls bullshit.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x traveler #genshin impact headcanons #other

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electricbarnes · 3 years

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tell me you still see me

steve rogers x reader

summary: steve has been working a lot lately. you begin to have doubts about your relationship.

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wc: 5.9k | warnings: some angst, overthinking, self-doubt, implied smut

note: this is a repost from my old account that was deleted. so if it’s familiar, that’s why! i wasn’t planning on reposting but i read it over and decided why not. i have another steve fic that i’m almost done with, so i wanted to post this in the meantime. i made a few minor edits. i hope you like it! and if you decide to reread it, thank you x1000 !!

You arrive at your apartment, hands filled with groceries for the week. You struggle to open the door with the many bags on your arms, but eventually make it inside. You kick off your heels and set the bags down on the kitchen counter. After freeing your hands, you reach into your purse to find your phone. You unlock it and tap on the first name at the top of your recent calls.

The phone rings for a bit before you hear the sound of your boyfriend’s voice saying “Hello”.

“Oh my god Steve, you’re never gonna believe what I saw at the store just now,” you say, thinking of the wild thing you witnessed during your shopping trip. It’s not everyday that you see someone throw themselves into a cereal box display. It was a hilarious sight and you just wanted to tell someone about it.

“So, I was just strolling through the isles looking for some snacks when a-” you’re cut off before getting too into the story.

“Honey, can this wait? I’m about to go into a mission briefing,” Steve says in a hushed tone. Immediately, you feel guilty for interrupting him while he’s busy. It was well into the evening and you had assumed he wouldn’t be working.

“Oh, uh yeah of course! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” you apologize.

“That’s okay,” he reassures you, “I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, talk to you later then.”

The phone beeps, indicating the call was over. You sigh and go back to the task of putting your groceries away.

You decide to lounge around the rest of the day, trading your work clothes for some comfy sweats and a tee shirt. You spend the night mindlessly scrolling through social media while reruns of some sitcom play on the tv. You even send Steve a few memes here and there. You’re not really sure if he’ll understand them but they reminded you of him.

After eating a late dinner, you channel surf for a bit before putting on a random movie. When the movie finishes, it’s nearly 11pm and you realize that Steve hasn’t called you back. You pick up your phone, tempted to call him but decide it’s better to wait till tomorrow. He hasn’t replied to your texts, so there’s a chance he’s still busy despite the late hour.

Unfortunately for you, being a superhero is a full time job, which means that Steve can be busy at any moment of any day. You knew this going into a relationship with thee Captain America. To be fair though, you didn’t think you’d actually get to know the super soldier like you do now.

When you met Steve, he was just some handsome guy at the park who helped you with directions when you were visibly lost. You ended up seeing him at the park again a couple days later. Recognizing you, he stopped and asked if you wanted to get a coffee. Who were you to deny this man?

You spent two hours in a café getting to know each other before exchanging numbers. In hindsight, his vague answers about his career were a little suspicious. It wasn’t until you went home that night and saw a picture of Steve in a tweet captioned “idc that captain america is like 100 yrs old, he can still get it 😍”.

Needless to say, you were shocked. While you were feeling dumb for not recognizing him sooner, you also wondered why he didn’t say anything. After an awkward confrontation about the subject, he explained how he didn’t want you to go out with him just because he was Captain America. You were quick to ease his worries and reassure him that you were interested in Steve for Steve, not for his heroic persona.

Since then, your relationship with Steve has been nothing but amazing. He was always so sweet with you, taking you on simple but romantic dates. There was something about that 40s charm that was so endearing. You loved the small things, like how he would always open the door for you or how he would bring you flowers on each date. It was so easy to talk to him about anything and everything. You felt like he was not only your boyfriend, but also your best friend.

There were times where you wondered why he ever picked you, an average person compared to the super people he’d work with everyday. He could’ve had anyone he wanted. Steve would say that you were like his sanctuary from the hectic world of being an Avenger. It meant a lot to you that you could be that person for him. You thought he deserved some peace after everything he’s been through. He wanted to protect you from the evil that inherently came with the job, which you understood, so he rarely spoke about the missions he’d go on. The less you knew the better. Though sometimes, you would wish he’d open up more about what was going on while he was away. Especially since he would be gone for days on end.

It was only a month into your relationship that you realized how hard it’d be when he would leave to be Captain America. It was his first time leaving for a mission that lasted longer than a day. He had to spend a week in some place on the other side of the world with no way of contacting him. Of course, you were worried the entire time he was gone. Despite trying to distract yourself with work and personal tasks, Steve was always at the forefront of your mind.

You had never felt such relief than the day he called you after a whole week of silence. Steve had even asked you shyly if he could come over that night. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he told you that he needed to see you. It was the first time he had spent the night at your place. Having Steve’s arms wrapped around you the entire night just felt right. You knew as early as then that you loved him.

Over the year that you had been together, those long missions became easier to manage. You’d always trust that he’d come back to you in one piece. Steve would sometimes feel guilty about being away for so long that he’d try to make it up to you by taking you on an extraordinary date. But you always assured him that you were happy to just be with him, even if it was just something like the two of you watching a movie at your place.

Lately, Steve has been more distant with you. You’ve chalked it up to the fact that there’s a literal distance between you two since he’s moved upstate to the newly built Avengers compound. Before, he was just a short drive away from the Avengers tower to your apartment. Now, he’s hours away from you. There were discussions of you moving in with him, but your job was in the city and you couldn’t leave that behind.

You both decided to make the best of the situation, calling and texting whenever possible. FaceTiming was the usual occurrence throughout the week, often before bed. You’d tell him about your day in the office and he’d tell you about the new recruits he would train. On the weekends, he’d stay over at your place. It was rare that you’d stay at the compound. Steve said he’d preferred your apartment, claiming it was homier than the compound. Plus, you’d actually have some privacy.

For a long time, it had been a good system. You love Steve and did anything to make the relationship work because he’s worth it. Yet, you couldn’t help the lonely nights where you wondered if he felt the same.

Calls were less frequent. Texts were unanswered. Weekend plans were cancelled because Steve would be assigned to missions during those days. You’d understand, of course. He’s out there saving people! You can’t fault him for that, but it doesn’t stop you from missing him.

Now, it had been almost two weeks since you’d last seen him in person. You had texted him throughout the day, but texting wasn’t his favorite thing. Texts were usually reserved for quick check-ins and reminders of I love you’s. He preferred calling and you did too, hearing his voice was much better.

After learning that he had been back from a short mission, you texted him.

You: FaceTime later? ☺️

You were eager to see him, even if it was through a screen. You were just hoping he had the time.

Steve ♡: Sure.

Later that night, you sat on your bed with your laptop, opening up FaceTime. After a few rings, Steve’s face appears on the screen. A smile immediately breaks out on your face.

“Hi babe!” you say cheerily, finally getting to see your boyfriend after what felt like forever.

“Hi honey,” he says with a soft smile.

Your smile dims a bit, eyebrows furrowing when you recognize the background. “Are you still in your office?” It was pretty late and you assumed he’d be in bed by now.

“Yeah, I was finishing up on some mission reports,” he explains, shuffling some papers on his desk.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you’d be done by now,” you apologize, recalling the last time you had interrupted him from his work.

“No, no” he waves his hand, “I thought I’d be done by now too, but it’s a lot more than I expected.”

You frown at the thought of your boyfriend overworking himself. You want to ask him about it, but you know he’ll say what he always does when you ask about his missions: It’s classified.

“You’re not stressing yourself out too much, are you Steve?” you ask, concern evident in your voice. Even through the hazy quality of the webcam, you can see the tired look in his eyes.

“Never,” he says with a smirk.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” you say with a teasing tone.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about honey,” he reassures you. “Besides, I wanna know what you’ve been up to.”

You scoff, “well, it’s definitely not nearly exciting as your week must’ve been.”

“I still wanna know,” he says with that boyish grin you love.

Steve always knew how to make those butterflies appear. You end up telling him about the incident you witnessed at the store which makes him laugh as he imagines the odd sight. He tells you about a prank Tony pulled on him and Sam and you beg him to send you the recording of it. He refuses, but you know you’ll get your hands on the footage eventually. Things felt normal again, just talking to him.

“So I was mixing the dough and halfway through I realized I completely forgot about the eggs,” you were in the middle of telling him about the new recipe you ended up ruining earlier this week.

Steve hums in response. You notice him looking to the side, not looking at the screen and you hear the sound of typing.

“and then a blue monster broke into my apartment,” you make up in an attempt to get his attention.

“Mhmm”

“and he stole all the cookies,” you continue.

“Hmm”

“Steve,”

Silence.

“Steve,” you say with a little more force.

“Huh?” he finally looks up at the screen.

“You’re not listening to me,” disappointment laces your voice.

“I was,” he quickly defends but you don’t buy it.

“Uh huh,” you cross your arms and lean back against your headboard. “What was I talking about?”

Steve glances elsewhere, not meeting your eyes when he mumbles “something about a party?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “yeah, like 10 minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry honey, I was listening, really… but these reports need to be done,” he says with an apologetic look on his face.

You couldn’t stay mad at him, but you did feel hurt that he would pretend to listen rather than just telling you something.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

He must notice the disappointment on your face because he apologizes once more.

“I’ll make it up to you honey,” he promises.

“Are you coming this weekend?” you ask hopefully. He couldn’t come last weekend and you were missing him terribly.

“Of course,” he gives you a tired smile that you return.

“Okay, finish those reports and get some sleep,” you instruct, emphasizing the last part.

“Yes ma’am,” he raises his hand, mock saluting you which makes you giggle.

“Goodnight Stevie, I love you,”

“Love you too sweetheart”

The call ends and you go to bed with a smile on your face.

The rest of the week goes by quickly. You’re excited to get to the weekend because that means you can finally see your boyfriend, in person! Not just behind some screen. It’s been almost three weeks since the last time he came over and you miss his touch.

It was Friday afternoon and you were sitting at a small table in the cafe you frequent, taking a lunch break. Halfway through your break, you got a call from Steve. You were a little surprised to see his picture pop up on your phone since you’re usually the one to call him. Nevertheless, you smiled and answered “Hi babe.”

“Hey honey,” he greets.

“I’m glad you called, I was thinking of picking up a few things from the store after work today. Do you need anything?”

“Uh… about that,” he says in a low voice. Your heart immediately sinks, already knowing what he’s going to say next.

“You’re not coming.” A statement, not a question.

“I’m sorry honey. A mission came up and we leave tonight,” he explains and you almost want to laugh. Of course he’s leaving again.

“How long?” you ask. Maybe it’s just for a day and he can still come on Saturday or even Sunday.

“Two days… maybe three,”

You take a moment to process his words. Part of you saw this coming. It seemed too good to be true that you’d finally have him all to yourself. You glance up, trying to fight the sudden feeling of tears in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of a busy café.

“There’s… there isn’t a chance you can skip this one?” you hesitantly ask. Normally, you’d just accept it, but your patience was running thin. This is the second time in a row he’s cancelled on you.

“You know I can’t. This is important,” he says it so sternly, like he doesn’t realize he’s breaking your heart. The missions are always important. More important than you.

“Yeah, but you’ve been working nonstop. I mean, don’t you want a break? Aren’t there others who can go instead?” you argue, voice raising.

“Y/N, I’m going. I have to,” he insists, leaving no room for an argument. You knew how stubborn Steve could be, so you knew he wasn’t going to change his mind on this. Rationally, you knew he probably had no choice in the matter but you took a chance anyways.

“Okay,” you relent.

You can hear Steve sigh before saying, “I’ll make it up to you.”

He’s been saying that a lot lately, but you know they’re empty promises.

“Okay.”

“I love you,” he says much softer than his previous tone.

“Love you too,” you say back, but your heart hurts.

Before you met Steve, sleeping alone wasn’t so bad. Some nights you would be on your phone, scrolling through social media till you eventually got sleepy. Other times, you’d lie in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about your day and mentally planning the next. Too often you found yourself overthinking about something you did, something you wish you could change. Or you would be anxious about something coming up, running through different scenarios of how it’d go. For some reason, your mind wouldn’t let you succumb to the sleep that your body desperately needed. But you were used to it.

Then Steve came along and he’d be there to ease your mind. On the nights he would stay over, sleep came much easier. There would still be nights where your mind kept you awake, but Steve would be lying right next to you. You’d be on his chest, his hand soothingly rubbing your back as you told him about that meeting you were nervous about or how you got in trouble by your boss for a simple mistake. Steve would assure that everything would be okay and you found it easy to believe him.

He always knew when you needed a distraction from your worries, bringing up mundane things like last night’s baseball game or telling you about the modern music he actually started to like. Sometimes, he’d tell you a story from his life in the 40s. Stories like how his friend Bucky would drag him all over town, trying to find a date for the evening. Or about that time he had to star in an action movie when he just started out as Captain America (which you made a mental note to find later on Youtube). You loved hearing about Steve’s old life, curious about what made him into the man you love today.

Sometimes he’d just entertain your wild thoughts, especially when you’re half asleep. Conversations like how different life would be if dinosaurs never went extinct or if flat earth conspiracists were right. You’d be lying with your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist while you mumbled any thoughts that came to mind. He’d listen till he heard your soft snores and he’d give you a gentle kiss on your head before he’d fall asleep too.

Then there would be nights where words would rarely be spoken. A night of soft moans as he took care of your body in ways only he knew how. He’d whisper praises, drawing out moans from you as he hit all the right spots. It was always different and exciting. You never knew what to expect, but he would always be so loving. You’d always stay close, basking in the afterglow.

After having the comfort of Steve in the night, the times he’s not there feel a lot lonelier than before.

Like now, you’ve got your eyes closed but you’re not sleeping. Your thoughts seem louder than ever and they’re all about Steve. It probably doesn’t help that you decided to wear one of his tee shirts to bed, the faint smell of him making you miss him even more. After he cancelled on you (again) this past weekend, you started to wonder if he even wanted to see you at all.

You want to be mad at him, but how can you be? He’s Captain America! He has a responsibility that he can’t ignore, not even for his girlfriend. Lately, you can’t help but be worried at how many missions he’s been going on. To make matters worse, you’re left in the dark about all of it. He says it’s safer if you don’t know. You just have to trust him and trust that he needs to go.

But what if he doesn’t actually need to? What if he wants to go so he doesn’t have to see you. Okay, that’s extreme, but it’s a possibility? It seems like he doesn’t even want to talk to you at all sometimes. You’re always the one texting and calling. It’s never really him unless it’s to let you down (again). Maybe you’re just being needy. Were you asking for too much? Are you overreacting? Probably. But it’s normal to be upset about not seeing your boyfriend for weeks, right?

You shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts. You pick up your phone from the nightstand. The clock reads 3:12am. You unlock your phone and open your messages to see the last few texts Steve sent.

Steve ♡: I’m sorry.

You: just be safe

—

Steve ♡: I’m back.

You: okay

Your thumb hovers over the call button for a good bit, contemplating if you want to bother him so late at night. Before you can overthink it, you hit the button. You turn to lay on your side with the phone against your ear, anxiously waiting for the ringing to stop.

“Hello,” Steve answers, voice deep and filled with sleep. You feel guilty for waking him up, but at the same time feel relief at the sound of his voice.

“Hi,” you say shyly. Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to actually pick up. You were prepared to just leave a voicemail.

“Is something wrong?” he mumbles.

“No, no. There’s nothing wrong… I just…” you can feel the heat rising in your face, suddenly embarrassed for some reason. “I just miss you,” you say quietly, not even sure if he’s heard you.

You can hear the shuffling of sheets.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” he says and it warms your heart for a moment, “and as much as I wanna talk right now, I have to be up in a couple hours for a mission.”

“Oh,” the small smile you had on your face quickly disappears. You had no idea he was leaving again even though he just got back the day before.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay hon?” he says tiredly.

You feel a lump in your throat forming but you push past it, “yeah… yeah, of course.”

“Love you,”

“Love you too,” you practically whisper.

The phone call ends and the tears start to slide down your face. You didn’t have the energy to fight them anymore.

The last call you had with Steve a few days ago left you torn between logic and your emotions. You knew he was just tired, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed between you two. In the past, he never seemed to mind talking to you, even in the odd hours of the morning. You always believed that you guys were so in sync. It seemed like he knew when you needed comfort and would be there to provide it.

You would be able to tell when something was off with Steve and though you would always offer to talk about it, he would brush it off. Thinking back to it, maybe he never really opened up to you for a reason.

You began to question if you are more invested in this relationship than he is. It feels wrong to even think so, considering how sweet and caring he is, especially with you. But everyone has their limits, right? Maybe he’s just gotten tired of you. It’s clear that work is his number one priority right now, maybe he doesn’t have time for a girlfriend anymore. He always makes promises of making it up to you another time, but maybe there will never be another time.

The thought of him leaving completely sends a pang of hurt to your heart.

You: can we talk?

You had sent Steve that text what felt like forever ago, but in reality has only been 20 minutes. You had spent that time repeating in your head what you were going to tell him while you paced back and forth around your living room. You were going to ask for a break. You didn’t want to break up with him completely, no, but you thought that this would be better in the long run. You’re hoping a break will give him the space he needs and then you guys can go back to the way you were. You figured it was better to let him focus on being a hero. You didn’t want to become the clingy girlfriend that he’d eventually resent.

You had no idea how he would react. Maybe he would agree. It’ll be tough, but every couple goes through something like this, right? Sure, it’s a special circumstance with you dating an Avenger, but other people have busy partners. You wonder how they manage a relationship when they don’t see each other so often. Maybe you were giving up too easily? But you’re tired of feeling pushed aside, like you aren’t his priority when he’s at the top of your list. You’re tired of feeling guilty for being upset when he can’t come see you. You’re just tired of feeling like you’re losing him.

Just as you start to doubt your whole plan, your ringtone breaks the silence. You pick up your phone with a shaky hand and tap on the answer button.

“Hello,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice the nervous tone of your voice.

“Hey honey, you wanted to talk?”

“Uh, yeah…” you reply, already struggling to keep your voice even.

“Is everything alright?” he’s concerned and you can imagine the look on his face.

“Yeah…yeah,” you lie, “I uh… I just wanted to talk… about us.”

“Listen honey, I’m sorry about last week but it was really-“ he begins to apologize, but you shake your head, not wanting to hear another excuse.

“It’s more than that Steve,” you interrupt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” you hesitate, trying to gather your thoughts. “Do you realize it’s almost been a month since we’ve last seen each other?”

There’s a pause before he answers, “…I didn’t know it had been so long.”

“Do you even care?” you ask, voice giving in to the mix of anger and sadness you feel. The tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Of course I care, you know I do” he defends.

“Do I though?” you question. The rehearsed words you mentally prepared are long gone. “…I’ve been sitting here thinking of what I’m doing wrong because I feel like something’s changed between us.”

“What are you talking about?” he sounds genuinely confused, “Nothing’s changed.”

“Steve… we don’t talk like we used to, I barely get to see you. I miss you all the time.”

“I know I’ve been working a lot lately,“ he acknowledges.

“And I don’t blame you for that,” you clarify.

“I know how important your job is, but… but I’m feeling a little left out here,” your voice cracks at the end. You wipe the few tears that started to fall down your face. “I mean, I feel like I barely know that part of your life. You’re gone most of the time and you never talk to me about it.”

“I can’t, for your safety. We’ve discussed that.”

“Yeah and I thought I could handle it, but you’re giving me nothing here,” you argue. “I wanna be there for you Steve, but it’s hard when you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“I... I can’t. I want to but it’s better if you don’t know,” he says pleadingly. You want to believe him, but you just can’t seem to let this go.

The silence lingers over the phone.

“Maybe we should take a break,” you eventually say with defeat.

“A break?”

“Maybe we just need some time to sort things out. You can focus on your work and when things get better… we can try again.”

“No, no…” he starts to argue, “that’s not fair.”

“Steve, please…” you beg, “just try to see where I’m coming from. I still love you, I always will. I just think we need this.”

He doesn’t say a word, making you anxious.

“Steve-”

You’re cut off by the phone hanging up. You sit in disbelief, letting the weight of the conversation fall on you.

You spent the rest of the night just curled up on the couch. You keep questioning your decision. In your mind, this was the right thing to do, despite the heartbreak you knew you’d be feeling. But you didn’t think it would hurt as much as it does now.

Steve’s reaction made you rethink the idea of a break. You worry that he thinks you don’t love him anymore when it’s the complete opposite. You did this because you love him. You didn’t want to lose him completely, but it looks like you lost him anyways. Maybe, deep down, a part of you was trying to save yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.

The living room was dark, the only light coming from the street lights outside. The tears have stopped flowing, but the headache lingers. It’s almost 2 in the morning and despite being worn out from crying, you have trouble sleeping. You’re about to get up for a glass of water when you hear a knock on your door.

Your first reaction is to panic, because you weren’t expecting anyone at such a late hour. You mentally run through the self defense moves Steve insisted on teaching you. Slowly, you approach the door, trying to not make any noise.

Knock knock knock.

“It’s me.”

It’s softly spoken, but you hear him loud and clear. You quickly open the door to reveal Steve with a look of sorrow on his face. You can’t help but stare at him in shock, taking in his disheveled appearance.

“I don’t want a break,” he says hoarsely, breaking you out of your trace.

You all but pounce toward him and wrap your arms around his neck. He immediately wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling the familiar scent that reminds you of home. Despite everything that happened over the phone, you feel a flood of relief from finally being in his arms.

You stood in his embrace, relishing the feeling of him being there for a good minute before you pulled away. You meet his eyes, noticing the tears surrounding them and it hurts your heart.

“We should talk,” you say, voice rough from the crying just hours ago.

You’re sitting side by side on your couch. You look at him and can’t believe that he drove all the way to your place in the middle of the night. You can see the worry on his face and you want nothing more than to comfort him, but you hold back because you want an explanation first.

“So..” you start off, “you don’t want a break?”

“Y/N, I know I’ve messed up, but please don’t give up on us,” he says with pleading eyes.

“I don’t want to. I thought that’s what you would’ve wanted. I thought…” you shy away from his stare, “maybe you didn’t want me anymore.”

Steve looks at you with guilt, realizing for the first time how much he’s hurt you, “I’m sorry… I know I’ve been saying that a lot lately but I never wanted you to feel like I didn’t want to be with you.”

“Then what's been going on?” you ask, looking back at him, determined to know why it took you asking for a break to get him here.

Steve looks down at his hands, visibly nervous. Why? You have no idea.

“Talk to me Steve,” you encourage him. “Please.”

He turns to look at you, taking a breath before saying “I’ve been looking for Bucky.”

You’re immediately confused. Out of all the things you thought of him saying, this was never one of them.

“Bucky? Bucky Barnes?” you question. You knew of his friend from the stories he would tell you. Bucky was practically a brother to Steve.

“Yes,” he says easily, but it just makes you more confused. The thought of Steve going crazy briefly crosses your mind.

“He’s the Winter Soldier,” he explains. You recognize that name from the news. He was a part of the incident that happened in DC.

“What? H-How would that even be possible?” you question, not really being able to wrap your head around it. From what you knew, Bucky died in war back in the 40s.

“HYDRA was using him. They found him after he fell from the train and they brainwashed him for decades until I was able to snap him out of it when we fought in DC,” Steve continues, “After he saved my life, he disappeared.”

The pain in his voice is evident as he talks about his friend. You scoot closer to him and you take his hand into yours, offering him comfort.

“Sam and I have been following any lead we could to find him,” he explains, “I’ve been doing that along with all the other missions I get sent on. That’s why I’ve been gone so much.”

It finally makes sense to you.

“Oh Steve,” you say, “I wish you would’ve told me this sooner.”

“I know honey, I should have…” he squeezes your hand, which you reciprocate.

“HYDRA is evil. I’ve seen how cruel they can be,” he continues. “The thought of them coming anywhere near you kills me,” his voice filled with emotion and his eyes gloss over with tears. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to get out of that headspace…”

He looks away from you, head down, “you shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

You reach over with your free hand to touch his face. “Steve,” you turn his head to look at you. His blue eyes shine even in the dim lighting. “Please don’t shut me out. I want to know these things. You don’t have to tell me everything, but I just want to be there for you. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

Your eyes beg him to understand you. “And I get it now. Bucky is your friend and I know you’ll find him again someday. Just don’t put all that stress on yourself,” your thumb wipes away a stray tear falling down his face. “I want to help you in any way I can. You can always come back to me.”

He subtly nods and looks at you, faces only a breath apart. “I don’t deserve you,” he says quietly, like he’s in disbelief.

He closes the distance, lips finally meeting yours. Your eyes flutter shut, as you continue to cradle his face in your palms. You focus on conveying all your love for him into the kiss. You pull away briefly to move on to his lap as he leans back into the couch. His hands naturally fall on your hips as you get impossibly close.

You break the kiss again, “Promise not to leave me again,” you plead, but your tone is much lighter this time. You never wanted to leave his arms again.

He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowing a bit, “I can’t promise that,” you give him a sad smile, already knowing that. His hand leaves your hip to push a stray hair behind your ear, “but I can promise that I will talk to you more and show you how much you mean to me more often. ”

You genuinely smile at that.

“This is important to me,” he says, pulling you closer, emphasizing his words, “you’re important to me.”

“I love you”

“I love you too,”

You lean back in to kiss him again, smiling in between because you’re happy to have your Steve back. And you know things will get better from here. There’s still going to be some tough nights when you miss him and he can’t be there, but you know he’ll be missing you just as much. You won’t have to doubt his love for you again.

You pull away once more, “Remember how you said, you’d make it up to me?” you question with a mischievous look in your eye.

“Yeah,” he says looking at you expectantly.

You simply raise your eyebrows and smirk at him. He catches on and mouths an “oh”.

You’re lifted from the couch so you latch onto Steve’s shoulders, giggling loudly at the sudden movement. He carries you into your bedroom, where he definitely made up for lost time.

You slept much easier that night.

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fluff alphabet - Sapnap

➳ wc; 2,1K (she’s a long one lol) ➳ pronouns; gender neutral<3 ➳ song reccomendation; heart eyes - coin

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?)

nick’s an ass guy and you can’t convince me otherwise. he’s also just loves your thighs and your stomach. he loves how soft your skin is, and how good you smell. whenever he’s sad he just rests his head on your stomach while you tangle you fingers in his hair.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you)

he cherishes your first kiss so much. he just has such a soft spot for that memory. the moment he finally found out you felt the same about him, the moment he finally found out what your lips against his felt like. it’s just something he had looked forward to for forever, and to him, it was perfect.

C=Cuddles (What type of cuddles do they like?)

sapnap is a WHORE for cuddles. if it where up to him, you two would just lay in bed all day, tangled in each other’s arms. after a long day, he just wants to hold his favourite person and fall asleep with them, so he just wraps his arms around your waist while he uses your chest as a pillow. but if he’s in a chatty mood, he’ll just talk your ears off, ranting about something he finds interesting, while you’re all snuggled up in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?)

I mean, come on. it’s sapnap. we all know he does. he gets *excited* very easily, which can sometimes get in the way when you two are just trying to cuddle. he just has such a soft spot for your body and has to have his way with you once certain ideas have entered his mind.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?)

nick would definitely try his best. honestly you don't care if his plans actually turn out the way he intented them to, it's the thought that counts. and nick knows that. but theres just something about you that makes him want to spoil you and treat you like a princess. so prepare yourself for fancy dates, him making you your favorite food, all that type of stuff.

F=First date (What was your first date together)

arcade date arcade date arcade date. sap is super competitive and I feel like he would thrive in an arcade. he would play it off like he was just trying to proof how good he was at the arcade games. but he'd just love to see how hard you would be trying to beat him. obviously he'd let you win a lot, and when he collected enough tickets, he would get you the biggest prize he could find.

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?)

it....depends???? lmao. nick CAN be super gentle with you, he’s pretty protective of you and would never want you to get hurt, so he’s definitely very careful not to do anything to hurt you. but sometimes his instinct just kinda takes over and well, he can get pretty rough.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

hmmm nick has like,,very manly hands,, if you know what i mean. i dont know, they're just so rough but yet so pretty??? and they're like really big compared to yours so when he holds ur hand, yours looks so tiny in his. and omg he won't shut up about it. "LOOK AT YOUR HANDS THEY'RE SO SMALL🥺"

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

he just thought you were so ~cool~. like he immediately knew he wanted to be your friend. he was just so in awe of how funny, chill and charismatic you were. and it literally took two days for him to develop a crush on you. his friends would notice this right away and tease him about it so much omg.

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

YUP. nick gets jealous so easy yup yup yup. jealousy, protectiveness, possessiveness, you name it. you two would often get in fights about this, but most of the time you would just think it’s cute how riled up he gets. he doesn’t get mad at you (because you’re his precious little baby and can do no wrong in his eyes :D) but god help the souls of whoever tries to flirt with you, because they’ve got a hell of a storm coming.

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

god nick’s such a passionate kisser. or at least he can be lol. he loves the way your face fits into his hands, and how soft your lips are. so he definitely is a fan of just some wholesome passionate kisses. but damn this man gets sloppy when he wants to. his lips constantly trails off to your jaw, neck and collar bones.

L=Love (Do they show their love?)

i feel like his love language would be like a mix between words of affection and physical touch??? he’s definitely very verbal with his love for you. he doesn’t shy away from saying i love you or letting you know how much he appreciates you in any other way.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

there are certain moments where nick just sits back, watches, and realizes how amazing his life is. and how grateful he is to have you. for example, you were playing minecraft on his pc, and your house kept getting blown up by creepers, he found it adorable how mad you got every time. he just watched you play, while sitting on his bed. after a while, you looked over at him, and caught him staring. “what?” you asked after letting out a soft chuckle. he felt like he was gonna explode from how much he loved you.

N=Nickname (What nicknames do they call you?)

i’m getting very strong “baby” and “doll” vibes from nick. he loves baby-ing you and smothering you with other loving nicknames. just any petnames that show how much he loves you he’s all for. he would also love calling you “pretty” or “beautiful” for obvious reasons.

O=Over (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

nick HATES fighting with you, but once you two get into an argument he can get pretty carried away. he’s definitely the type to let his emotions get the upper hand on him. raising his voice a lot, stuff like that. but the second you leave to get some space he just breaks down. sliding down the wall and resting his face in his hands, just letting all the emotions out. he never meant to hurt you. when you came back to him, ready to be enclosed in his arms again, he had a hard time letting you back in. he just felt like he didn’t deserve you after he treated you like this. it took some convincing, but once you broke down his walls again, it was like he gave you all the love in his body. just smothering you with “i’m sorry”s and kisses.

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

dilfnap dilfnap dilfnap omg he’d be such a good dad. like just very caring and loving, but also strict and stern when he needs to be. he’d constantly be telling stories to the kids about the absurd adventures him and his friends would get into, and omg the dad jokes he’d make. idk maybe it’s my daddy issues but dad sapnap lives in my mind rent free.

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

he loves holding your hand. especially in public. if you’re in a crowded space, he just holds onto you very tightly as not to lose you. or if you two are just going on a walk together, his hands would just feel so warm and soft around yours. and omg he loves it when his hands are in his pockets, and you put your hands in there with him, and intertwine your fingers with his. hmmm he gets so soft when you do that.

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

i- uh- I MEAN HE WOULD TRY he really would, and again, that’s all that matters. I feel like he would be the type to try to prepare a whole surprise dinner, he would cook all the food himself, he would set the table all cute, with candles and shit, but just completely ruin the surprise by accidentally giving it all away by saying something or just behaving very obviously suspicious.

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

he just gets really quiet. he would never want to bother you or be a pain in the ass by complaining to you. but obviously you notice when something is wrong with ur bby boy. a sentence like “are you okay?” or “what’s wrong?” would immediately send him over the edge, burying his face in your chest, trying his best to supress his sobs. but he eventually calms down, and once he does, he’s able to just rant to you about whatever is bothering him.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

i feel like it would really depend on his mood, like he could be either SUPER chill, just wanting to savour the time you two had together. or he could be really hyper, constantly talking, wanting to do all kinds of activities with you. he’d be the literal definition of :D

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

very. i just get such empathetic vibes from him. he’s such a good listener and he’ll just listen to you talk whenever you have something to be upset about. he never invalidates your feelings and omg he’d give the best advice.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

he loves that he can 100% be his self around you. there’s no part of his personality that he feels like he has to hide, or tone down, whenever he’s with you. you also aspire him to be his best self, he just wants to be the best boyfriend in the world. all his friends have noticed this too, you bring out the best in him.

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

eh. if you’re a person who really values marriage, he’d 100% do it for you. but it’s not like he HAS to. he gets a bit scared by the idea of this whole big event, where everything is about you two, he would way rather celebrate the love you two have in the comfort of your own home, just the two of you. the one thing he would love about a wedding, would be seeing you all dolled up, walking down the aisle, omg he’d be the proudest man ever to be able to call you his.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

the SECOND you start to feel sad or depressed in any way, nick notices immediately. he knows you better than anybody else, and he knows exactly what to do to cheer you up. it’s like his superpower. if you’re feeling anxious he’ll just wrap his arms around you really tightly, holding on to you until you calm down. and when you’re sad, and in need for something to cheer you up, he’ll take you outside for a walk in the park, or he’ll just sit in bed with you, watching your favourite show.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

he hates when you flirt with his friend, even when you’re very obviously joking. his jealous ass can’t deal with that lmao. he also gets super pissed when his friends make flirtatious jokes towards you, they know how much it gets on his nerves and that’s really the only reason they do it. but omg he gets so pissed when it happens.

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

nick would be the cutest sleeper ever omg. he doesn’t like to admit it, but he loves being little spoon. he loves resting his head on your chest, while you play with his hair, patiently waiting for him to fall asleep.

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