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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can you do some Twst men and how would they be when they're pining for their crush?

Pining is good, makes things more... hardcore when feelings explode to light.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader

Tags: angst, pining, hurt/comfort, jealousy, kissing, desperate kisses, confession, fear of rejection, insecurity

A/N: This is just straight up angst, be ready.

Riddle has been pining after you since the moment you became part of his House. He sees how hard you work, he wants to reward you, he's scared of you thinking him to strict and not lovable outside of his role as Leader. The conflict of these emotions makes him keep his distance, only giving you short, fast nods when you do things right and scowls at you when you do things wrong, immediately cursing himself for making you feel sad. That being said he is a little bit less strict with you then everyone else, which is your first clue that he might be more then a heartless tyrant.

Leona wants to have you all to himself, a selfish desire when he hasn't even confessed to you yet. All he's done is shamesly flirt with you and confuse you about if he does have feelings or not. When you kiss he is passionate and wild, but when you separate he doesn't want to talk about it anymore, like it never happened. He's playing with your heart as much as he is with his own, pulling away before any stronger feelings can form but never far enough to let anyone else have a chance with you. You can always feel his eyes on you, watching over you, a lion watching his prey, or his lioness, to him you are both.

Azul keeps finding reasons for you to spend time with him, just a little excuse to see you more and distract himself from the drowning feeling inside his chest. He knows what it is and he knows that it goes away when you're with him, so that's what he tries to achieve without actually saying the words out loud. He's seen what romance and love do, how they can ruin people. He's already ruined, he's made so many contracts, he can't get any worse, and he can't let you sink down with him, no matter how much he'd love to see that. He's happy keeping things as they are, with the longing gazes on both ends. Even if you try to tell him how you feel he will suggest a no strings option, it's better that way, for both of you.

Kalim has been friends with you since you were kids, and has had a crush on you for almost as long. He knows that as someone of royal blood there are expectations placed on who he should marry one day, the thing is that he already has his heart set on someone: you. As scared as he is of you rejecting him he would hate himself, and his life, if he didn't at least try to make you see the amount of love he has for you. He was afraid, avoiding you until he came up with the perfect words, making you think you did something wrong. It wasn't until he took you on a magic carpet ride under the stars that he poured his heart out to you, asking you to rule beside him one day.

Vil will gladly let you know how he feels... when he determines that you're good enough for him. He keeps trying to find flaws in you so he can tell himself that he's above you. It never works, for every flaw he finds ten more things to love. It only makes him more anxious to be perfect in front of you, doing everything he can to impress you to get you to be the one to make the first move and confess to him instead of the other way around. If that's the case he can save face and pretend that this whole pining thing never happened, that he didn't want to kiss you for the past year, like it wasn't all he was dreaming about.

Idia always flares up when he's around you, his flames running hot, running like a wildfire until he gets ahold of himself. Difficult to achievable with some breathing exercises. These become so frequent that you begin to worry that he's sick. You visiting him at his dorm and offering to cook for him and his brother doesn't make his feelings simmer down, they boil over. As you get ready to leave he stops you by holding you by the wrist, his face pink as he tells you how his flames burn brighter for you.

Malleus can't help but make himself scarce whenever you're around. He's missing enough classes as is, he does not need this. When he sees you talking to other students, laughing and smiling at them he wishes so badly that its him, but it can't be, he shouldn't be around you, it would only bring the same scrutiny it does him. Jealous as he might be of your friendships and closeness to everyone he feels its better to keep loving you from the shadows, he's happy as long as you're happy, even if he himself isn't the cause of that happiness.

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mussymuncher · 1 month

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Reviewing past updates

Since the newest Welcome home update (which is just- ahhhhhh so wonderful check it out if you haven't already) and the newest events taking place, I've been combing through some of the older content to analyze it with the hindsight we now have. Mainly Frank and Eddie's relationship and the possible implications of it being hidden. Remember everything I say is just speculation and all in good fun. Feel free to make your own theories!

SPOILERS FOR NEW WELCOME HOME UPDATE AHEAD

Alright so we are all very aware of what happened in the hidden video, particularly to Eddie, who seems to have dissociated and opened his eyes about the reality of the world around him. Do we know if he's aware of specific details? No, it seems for now that he is realizing something is very wrong with the neighborhood and it scares him. This causes him to completely dissociate and become completely unresponsive to everybody except Frank (keep that in mind for later).

With the update, we also get more information about his role in the neighborhood, or should I say the lack of his role. He is very clearly being isolated from the community, and either purposeful or not it seems as though everyone is excluding him. I lean towards it being accidental exclusion, especially in regard to Frank since his ending dialogue towards Eddie in the hidden video implies that he cares very deeply about Eddie and I could not wrap my head around the idea that he would intentionally exclude Eddie unless he had ulterior motives (again keep in mind for later). There's a bunch of theorizing going on about why Eddie in particular is being excluded, the most popular one I've seen being that his relationship with Frank is too outwardly queer for the showrunners or the welcome home restoration teams liking. And while this does fall in line with the previously stated themes of welcome home (Clown had said that homophobia would be a theme) I'm not so quick to jump to the assumption that Eddie is being excluded just because he's a queer character.

Take a look at this artwork, I'm aware we shouldn't take non-canon artworks into theorizing but this is more to point out something I'm not seeing a lot of people mentioning. There are so many queer characters in the neighborhood. From left to right it seems that Eddie is queer, Julie is genderfluid, Poppy is trans and lesbian, and Frank is non-binary and queer. And this is just four of the characters! I wouldn't call it crazy to assume that more of the neighbors are queer as well. So why target Eddie specifically for being queer if there are so many other queer characters? At first, I thought it must be because he's in a canonical queer relationship, and coincidentally his partner is also being pushed into a love interest role with Julie. But what is Eddie doing that is interfering with Julie and Frank's assigned relationship? Honestly nothing.

I could make the argument that Eddie was being pushed out if he was disrupting or otherwise messing with Julie and Frank's "romance" in some way but from what I see, Eddie has done nothing that would imply he and Frank are romantically involved unless someone was specifically looking for it.

Here is where I look into past updates and audio transcripts to point out minor instances when Frank and Eddie are implied to be a couple. Keep in mind a lot of this speculation is done with the thought that Eddie and Frank are in a romantic relationship but are keeping it hidden.

First, let's look at Eddie's Big Lift and how Frank and Eddie interact with each other there. So Eddie having Eddie shenanigans is roped into a sort of challenge by Julie to see if he can lift the entire neighborhood. You can pretty much see how Eddie is pretty hesitant to pick anybody up, sort of just going along with it without any enthusiasm. He's very much pushed into it and does it just because other's ask him to (very in line with his character) Check out his reaction to picking up Julie and Sally:

(Julie)

EDDIE: Mail call! I’ve got mail here fo-- oh no

JULIE: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction] EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE, CATCH ME! QUICK! CATCH ME!

[Sound of packages hitting the ground and Eddie going “oof!” as he catches Julie.]

JULIE: TA-DAA!! See? See??

(Sally)

SALLY: Well, I’m not convinced. [commanding; Director Mode] Mail-maaan~! Mailman! Center stage, man!

EDDIE: Uh, yes, ma’am--

SALLY: [Snapping her fingers] Up, man! Up! Lift! Higher now-- with your knees-- all the way up-- there!!

EDDIE: [Overlapping with Sally’s directing] What, oh, uh-- yes ma’am!-- [Strained, lifting] oof-- here we go-- uhf-- alrighty-- hup!

Now look at his reaction when Julie asks him to pick up Frank:

JULIE: FRANK NEXT! FRANK NEXT!!

EDDIE: [chipper, Man On The Job] All right then!

FRANK: Don’t you dare.

EDDIE: [Tone exactly the same, backing off] Wouldn’t dream of it!

Chipper. It's honestly super cool reading the transcripts because although the voice actors do a phenomenal job bringing the characters to life we often miss small details like this when we don't look at the script. But back to theorizing. Are you seeing how enthusiastic Eddie is to carry Frank's in comparison to the other neighbors??? Like c'mon at least from my queer perspective this whole interaction gives "I want any opportunity to touch my partner because we are so deep in the closet that it's killing us". Frank's reaction, at least from what we know now, and their insistence on keeping their feelings for Eddie on the down low 100% gives off the vibe that they are stern about being touched only because it could possibly implicate their relationship. It's clear they at least admire Eddie at this point, what with the iconic reaction to Eddie lifting Barnaby:

FRANK: [overlapping others, accidentally being Genuinely Impressed a second] Oh my.

(Side note these two pine like no other it's genuinely so sweet, look how impressed Frank is)

And this is in front of people! Don't get me started on how affectionate they are when nobody is around. In the previous bug update, Frank still calls Eddie "Mr. Dear" in private (though keep in mind Wally is right there) but they are noticeably more affectionate and borderline flirty?? Maybe it's just me but Frank rarely teases other characters unless they're friends with them. And they never tease anybody the way they do with Eddie. And let's not mention Frank switching from Mr. Dear to Eddie at the end of the hidden record cause oh my god does that make me sad. Like the fact, they notice Eddie is stressed and having a panic attack but they only switch to Eddie's name when it is absolutely necessary like Jesus. Frank is trying so hard to keep their cover but ultimately their concern for Eddie takes over and omg does that ruin me.

But these are major instances of potential romantic implications on the website, and we haven't even been through some of the artwork. But the major point of my bringing this up is to say that at the end of the day, a lot of these instances are only romantically coded with the hindsight of knowing they are the only canon relationship in the show. If I'm honest you could make an argument that they are simply close friends for a lot of these events, which is why I'm hesitant to say that Eddie is being excluded for the sole purpose. It's so so subtle, and I feel like if we didn't know these two were canon we would not be looking at this the way we are. I think Clown and the rest of the Welcome Home team did a phenomenal job with the script writing and I love the subtly they put into the website for this.

Now onto why I actually think Eddie is seemingly being written out of the show. Why would Eddie out of this extremely queer cast, who is in a pretty well-hidden relationship with another puppet, be the target? Why not Frank? It's because of two reasons. Eddie is dispensable and Frank is acting out.

What does Eddie really do in this show that any other character is not already doing? Being the butt of most jokes? Well, to be honest, Frank could easily fill the archetype if needed, probably even better than Eddie since they are cast as the town grump. He delivers letters? The neighborhood is extremely small in scale (at least from what I'm seeing on the website) and honestly letter could be delivered by hand if needed. The Scaredy-Cat persona? Poppy has that covered. In conclusion, as much as we love Eddie, he is dispensable.

The previous update is one I also thought was for sure Frank's doing. I think it's pretty clear from the bug symbolism everywhere. In my opinion, I think Frank is aware that they live in a show, which is why they are so much more careful about potential outings than Eddie and why they whisper Eddie's name at the end of the hidden tape. Like they are afraid of being caught. So Frank is acting out, attempting to show the viewer more about the inner lives of the puppets. And as we see in this update, they removed all traces of their interpherence.

So what are they going to do about Frank now? They can't exactly remove him. They play too much of an important role. Nearly all children's media has one character who fills the grump archetype. So Frank has to stay, but they have to punish him in some way. How do they do that? Take away their partner.

And now that Julie is going into hibernation, and Eddie is suspected to be going away...who is Frank going to have now?

But those are my speculations! Feel free to add any thoughts or disagree, I love discourse.

#welcome home #frank frankly #eddie x frank #frankly dear #eddie dear #julie joyful #wally darling #sally starlet #poppy partridge #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show

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chishiyasleftnut · 29 days

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I love your writing smmmm <33 could you do chishiya with girlfriend who suffers from anxiety? (Social anxiety) one and kind of introverted type?? Thank youuuu.

Hi there! Thank you for your support and request (-^〇^-)

This one is really short, but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please let me know if you’re fine with the occasional short fic! Life has been quite busy lately as I’m both moving apartment and writing my bachelor’s thesis, so I haven’t had much time and energy to write for this blog, sadly.

Nonetheless, I managed to finish this cutie! I hope you’ll enjoy it ( ღ’ᴗ’ღ )

(It wasn't planned, but there's no gendered language regarding the reader, so this time it's a gn!reader story!)

Silly Thoughts

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: None! Pure fluff. Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader.

Plot: gn!reader suffers from social anxiety, leading them to cancel an event hosted by Chishiya’s work. Chishiya, who does not understand anxiety, tries to figure out why and attempts to help gn!reader overcome their anxiety.

1090 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“I just don’t feel like it.”

For the past week, your mind had been filled by nothing but the big event you had agreed to attend. Chishiya, your boyfriend, had been invited to a seminar run by the hospital he worked at - invited was a kind word, as it was definitely not voluntary whether or not he attended. Luckily for him, he was allowed to bring a guest, giving him a tiny sliver of hope that he wouldn’t be completely bored out of his mind.

“Why not?” Chishiya asked while tying his tie in the mirror. He had never understood why you were so anxious about social gatherings. Sure, he didn’t like them either, but he wouldn’t say he was anxious about them. Annoyed would probably be a better word.

He watched you in the mirror as you fiddled around with your hands, trying to come up with an excuse that could be somewhat believable. As always, you didn’t meet his eyes when you were anxious. He had yet to figure out why, but his best guess was that you were scared he could read your mind or something.

“I don’t feel like it today,” you repeated. “I feel sick.”

“Sick?”

Chishiya turned around to face you, immediately springing into his well-known role as a doctor and taking a few steps closer to you before putting his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. Just as he suspected, you didn’t have a fever. You were, however, shaking enough to hit a 6.5 on the Richter-scale, trembling as if your body was the epicentre of an earthquake.

“Why don’t you want to go?” he asked again, his hand moving around your face as he continued to feel for a fever.

No reply came out of your mouth, your eyes glued to the floor. With a gentle finger on your chin, Chishiya raised your head, so you were looking him in the eyes. You were expecting him to look angry that you were trying to get out of a promise; to be pissed that you didn’t want to do this one thing for him; but he didn’t look mad. No, quite the contrary - he looked… concerned?

“Tell me,” he insisted again, his tone softer than you’ve heard him before.

Your mouth kept opening and closing, no words coming out as you tried to figure out how to explain to him what was wrong. Your own fears felt silly to you and admitting an irrational fear like that to someone as chronically logical as Chishiya felt like defeat - even though he was your long-term boyfriend whom you loved dearly. Surely you should feel open with him at this point, no? So far, he had yet to belittle any of your thoughts, no matter how small and irrational they were. He was safe and you knew that.

“I don’t like big crowds.”

“Really?” your boyfriend asked, sounding slightly confused. Chishiya had never suffered from any type of social anxiety. Mostly he just found unnecessary social interaction bothersome to deal with - not anxiety provoking. “Why not?”

“I’m… I don’t know. I’m scared people will talk to me and I won’t know what to say, or maybe I’ll fall flat on my face in front of everyone and they’ll laugh, or I’ll-“

Chishiya interrupted you with a finger on your lips and a small chuckle, slightly amused by the way your brain was spinning itself into death, circling around every hypothetical scenario.

“That won’t happen. You’re intelligent and very much capable of walking without falling over your own feet.”

“But what if I’m not?” you asked with a small voice, almost sounding like a child.

Although Chishiya was still smiling, you didn’t feel as if he was making fun of you. Instead, it was clear that he just enjoyed getting a glimpse into how you worked. From the first time you met, Chishiya knew that you and he were very different people, and truth be told that was what he loved about you the most. You were almost like a puzzle to him - a constant riddle he couldn’t wait but solve. He was almost itching to figure you out, excited by the way you were led by emotions instead of logic like he was.

“Okay,” he finally said after a while, his hands immediately working on loosening his tie. “We’ll stay home. I’ll call and tell them I’ve gotten sick.”

No words, not even ‘pure and utter relief’, could adequately describe your facial expression. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding, immediately feeling ten times calmer and lighter at his words.

“But,” he continued while placing his tie on the table and slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. “You’re starting therapy for this.”

“Therapy?” you asked, now sounding slightly anxious again.

“Yes, therapy. You can’t avoid crowds forever, you know? I’ll help you find someone who can help you with this.”

Chishiya’s eyes darted all over your face as you took in his ultimatum. At last you decided that potential therapy sometime in the future was way less scary than the concrete social event you were otherwise forced to attend. Hence, you nodded and accepted his demand.

With his white dress shirt open, Chishiya pulled you into a hug and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, pausing with his lips pressed against your face to savour the serene moment. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, letting the remnants of his aftershave travel up your nose and overwhelm your senses, effectively grounding you in reality and melting away every lasting remain of the anxiety that had previously paralysed you. All that mattered right now was him - not some stupid medical seminar. Crisis averted.

“You know,” he finally said after a minute of silence. "You can always tell me if something is wrong. Even if you think it’s silly.”

“I know, I just feel stupid admitting silly stuff.”

A sharp exhale of air huffed out of Chishiya’s nose and travelled over your forehead as he half-chuckled at your words.

“You can be silly without being stupid. You’re never stupid.”

For a few seconds, you let his words calm your mind. You didn’t want to admit it, but that was exactly what you needed: to know that Chishiya didn’t find you to be unintelligent just because of the way your anxiety was dictating your life at times. You felt Chishiya’s lips graze your forehead again, sealing in his words and cementing them in your mind.

You are never stupid.

#aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #shuntaro chishiya #aib #alice in borderland #chishiya x you #chishiya #alice in borderland chishiya #alice in borderland chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya x you #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya x fem!reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 20 days

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AITA for being semi-close to someone a lot younger than me?

This is something I've been worried about for a while, but it's become more prominent lately after me seeing several people say it's inherently creepy for an adult (or even just way older person) to be interacting with a child. And I really don't want to be like that, I don't want to hurt a kid ever, especially since I know what it's like to be groomed myself.

So I (18F) have known this kid (13) for about 3 years now. They reached out to me online because of similar interests- mainly in games and in YouTube channels, and we bonded a lot over that. They didn't have their age in their bio so I didn't immediately know their age, but I did find out a few months in.

Over the course of when we've known each other I've been as careful as I can to be age appropriate. I never bring up anything sexual for obvious reasons (the only time it ever came up was them asking what a sexual term meant, which made me very uncomfortable and I tried to change the subject... to which they started repeatedly inappropriately using the word. They ended up looking up the definition and where horrified. Even that conversation makes me feel wrong).

I also make sure to not put any of my personal issues on them. I couldn't always hide when I was upset- both because for the first year of us knowing each other I had unmedicated ADHD that made my mood swing a lot, and for the past 2 1/2 years or so I've been in a very toxic relationship that I still don't know how to get out of and quite frankly, am scared to get out of because I don't know how they'll react if I do actually leave them. Do to this, there's been times they could tell something was off and would ask me what's wrong. I avoided telling them as much as possible, just giving them something vague and reminding them that it's not their responsibility to help me, because they would always try to help cheer me up, and even that didn't feel right because they're a kid. They should be focusing on themself, not me. The worst of this though, is there was a time I was struggling heavilly with suicidal thoughts. I was planning to attempt, and sent out a vague "goodbye" type message, trying not to make it too obvious what was happening. They caught on though. They weren't the one who helped me calm down from that but I still know how awful it is to be sitting there, scared you're going to loose someone important to you. Especially for a kid. I've apologized for that happening many times, and it hasn't repeated, but every time they just go "It's fine, you were a struggling kid too back then" as if that makes that okay. It doesn't feel right.

Throughout the 3 years we've known each other, I've also tried to help out where I can with several issues they've had. Which was pretty much just me giving advice for how to handle difficult situations where I felt I could, and offering comfort and reassurance where I couldn't. Among other things, I helped them recognize several instances where other people they met online where intentionally trying to groom them. I explained to them that it wasn't normal for someone my age to want to be with them/find them attractive, because there where several instances of them telling me of 15/16 year olds getting with them. That no responsible person my age would be doing that to them, and that it wasn't okay for them to do that.

Because of the help I've given them, I notice they look up to me quite a lot. They have told me they see me as a role model and "the best person they know" (I can guarantee I'm not, and have tried to get them to not see me that highly because that seems unhealthy). They even see me as a sort of parental figure, including calling me parental-like names. That by itself I don't mind too much, I know they had a terrible home-life and didn't feel they could actually look up to their real life parents. So if I am giving them something I think every child deserves to have (a parental role model they can look up to), I'm glad. I just worry I'm not as good a role model for that as they think I am, and that I'm a creep, just like the ones I have gotten away from them in the past. I do care about them a lot, and do see them in that sort of familial way, and I want to protect them and help them have a better life, because I know they have struggled a lot and if I am able to help them, I want to. But I'm worried I'm causing the same harm that has been caused to me, and that others have tried to/have caused to them in the past without even realizing what I'm doing wrong. I don't want to be like those creepy assholes.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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lifeiskentastic · 7 months

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Ken makes a gift to the gn!Reader

Gif by @gay-bucky-barnes

A/N: I seem to be the type of writer who goes on tumblr once a month, posts something from drafts, and then goes back into the shadows. well, that's my role…

Summary: Ken makes a sudden (but very pleasant) gift to the gn!Reader;

Word count: 660 words;

Hope you like it!

Over the past week, something very strange has been happening in Barbieland. Not only did you barely see Ken, but when you did get a chance to say hello, he seemed to evaporate (or ducked into the first pile of fallen autumn leaves he could find, just to avoid meeting you). Before that, you literally woke up facing each other. Now, however, you get up with an empty space on the bed next to you. And it wasn't so much confusing as it was frightening. If Ken has once again come up with a (necessarily ridiculous) reason to avoid you, then you just have to talk to him immediately! But how can you do that if as soon as you make eye contact with him, he runs to hide behind the nearest corner? Your sincerely human soul simply could not find a place for itself.

And so it would have continued, if suddenly at the end of the week, Ken himself had not dared to approach you. With his hands behind his back, his lower lip bit and his eyes on you intently.

"Ken..." You knew that in a situation like this you shouldn't rush and provoke, so you remained motionless in your seat in the middle of the bed, as if trying not to scare a wild animal.

Ken began to roll from heel to toe, watching you with a keen, studying gaze.

"Ken, what's wrong?" Perhaps if you hadn't been abruptly pulled out of a sweet, lingering sleep by your sometimes-disappearing boyfriend, you would have suspected something was wrong with his hands behind his back. But you were abruptly pulled out of a sweet, lingering sleep by your sometimes-disappearing boyfriend, so...

"I-I did something for you..."

You shook your head in confusion, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Ken?.. Did something?..

Ken's hands held out a neatly tied package in your face. As far as your sleepy eyes could make out, everything else in the package, including the gift paper and several tones of glitter, was just as perfect. And even after sleeping, you could see how much effort this present had been put in.

"Oh, Ken, is this for me?"

As soon as you took the gift from Ken's hands, he put them back behind his back. And you could have sworn that he was fidgeting with his fingers in anticipation.

"Yeah. I've never done anything like this before, so..." Ken was terribly nervous, but he shouldn't have been, because whatever the contents of this bundle were, you would have loved it beyond belief.

Ken was watching your every move, instantly reading your every reaction, and when you carefully untied the ribbon and opened the package, he couldn't help but lick his lips several times eagerly.

When you opened the package, you put it on display... A handmade scarf?

You smiled gently.

"Is that why you've been running away from me for a week?"

Ken blinked at you in surprise, as if he thought that his constant running away from you had gone unnoticed.

"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist telling you everything!"

You chuckled lightly, looking back down at the scarf. You couldn't get enough of your boyfriend's hard work!

Ken's smile slowly grew on his face as he realized that you were really happy with his gift. You could see the tension slowly falling from his shoulders and he was relaxing himself, as if after a whole week of hard work. Perhaps it was true.

You, still smiling, immediately wrapped your gift around your neck.

"I read on the Internet that people can feel unwell at this time of year and that scarves help them... somehow."

"They do, Ken, they do."

You stand up to thank Ken with a gentle kiss on the cheek. The long autumn is ahead, and something told you that from now on you will not spend a single day of it without the warmth of a scarf.

#i know i need to do my own masterlist but i'm to lazy #ken x reader #ken #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfiction #ryan gosling x reader #gn reader #barbie 2023 #barbie fanfic #barbie movie #ken fic #ken fluff #ken barbie #ryan gosling ken #ken x real world reader #ken x gn reader #barbie 2023 ken

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ithinkinggenshin · 2 years

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Could I request for fem reader running away after a fight with (Miko, and Ei separated) but they both go searching for reader and make up-? ( you can add some spice if you want ;)

Make You Come Back

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Yae Miko, Ei

Pairings: Fem!Reader x ^above characters (separate)

Warnings: extremely vanilla smut (yae’s part), hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.4k

Synopsis: A shorter piece for this wonderful ask (that inspired another train wreck of a fic :)

Ei:

Typically, Ei prefers people who are independent and warriors. She only respects those who are willing to fight for what they believe in and those who are strong enough to pursue greater things. So the fact that she sees you as a pathetic, helpless, little thing, means that she won't budge from her role as your protector. You can't reason with her. One of the few times you hear her laugh is when you hold up a sword and challenge her to a duel.

She's never going to take you seriously.

"You are like a light that must be protected. A tiny candle that must be shielded from the storm."

Ironic that she'd say such a thing, when she is the one who commands them.

You sigh and shake your head. You miss going to the beach by yourself. Swimming and floating with the ocean waves. You can practically feel your muscles deteriorating from their lack of use over the past few months. But Ei's having none of it. And who are you to defy an archon?

Her words are starting to get to you.

Tiny.

Helpless.

Weak.

You can't endure much more of this slander. You've been patient for long enough. Her comments about your fragility used to only be occasional, but now she mentions it whenever you see her. It's accumulating to be something you listen to her say multiple times a day. And you hate that you prove her right by letting her shut down any arguments you make.

That has to stop.

This has to end.

You're so sick of it all.

The frustration festers inside of you until it morphs into anger, which in turn builds into resentment. Your anger quickly projects onto other people. You yell at people who don't deserve it. Scare a number of shopkeepers into giving you items for free. You watched Itto literally launch himself over a stack of crates to get out of your way as you headed up to the palace. The fog of war and anger covers your thoughts. Yelling at others isn't helping.

You want her to listen to you.

Sara does not take kindly to your back talk. You may be the shogun's special one, but you're still a citizen of Inazuma, she can still arrest you.

You dare her to do it.

She shakes her head and ignores your taunting.

You're a light. A small candle, but even a small flame is still powerful. It can grow into a violent thing. In fact, fire is inherently dangerous to begin with. What a tragic thing it is for people to need reminding of.

Ei takes your snappy quips and angry attitude even worse than her general. She hasn't done anything wrong.

She's never wrong.

You lose it when she says that. It's the final straw for you. You instantly start yelling at her. Ranting and going off about how she doesn't respect you, that she doesn't even see you as a person. You're just a helpless puppy that she has to protect. You're not anything but a charity case in her eyes. Someone weaker to compare herself to that will make her feel better about herself. Well fuck that. You're not going to listen to her insult you anymore. She can go find another starry eyed, delusional follower to do that. There's plenty of people she can pick from.

You feign and exaggerate your "respectful" goodbye and storm out of her room. You're not a fire. You're a flood. You're going back to the place that makes you feel free.

Ei stands there in shock after she watches you leave. She's never seen you in such a state. She's never heard you raise your voice unless it was to call someone out from afar. She didn't expect to feel so guilty after seeing you disappear after you closed the sliding screen door.

Perhaps she was too much. It's hard for humans to accept their weaknesses.

Perhaps it's that you're in a bad mood. Clearly you're angry.

Are you really... angry at… her?

Ei thinks about the situation, but she becomes more and more uncomfortable as she realizes that it's her fault that you're so upset. This tense feeling doesn't ease up, only morphs and grows. Now she feels uncomfortable and guilty and more than anything, worried.

Worried about you.

Worried about your relationship.

Worried that she's messed up in a way that means you won't forgive her.

She exits the palace and ignores the guards when they ask her where she's going or if she needs help.

That must've been how you wanted to do things.

Ei needs to find you right now.

She starts walking through the city. She can't feel your presence among the crowds. You're nowhere nearby. She follows the traces of electro from the special pendant she gave you a while back. Her heart clenches at the thought that despite your anger towards her, you kept the necklace on.

Dread washes over her.

Or maybe… you took it off, and the trail is only leading her away from you. Ei makes it out of the city, and surprises herself when she starts running. She's lost so much time. She can't afford to let you be angry at her for much longer.

She had to apologize.

Before it's too late.

She almost collapses when she finds the pendant on the beach, dumped on the sands.

Her heart sinks.

She vaguely hears the sloshing of water and soft steps on the beach, making their way towards her. She assumes it's some Nobushi lacky. She doesn't even bother to draw her weapon. Which is good for you, because your voice reaches her ears before you step too close for her to accidentally cuts you down.

Her head whips up towards you, and she reaches her hand out, regret written all over her face.

It's the first time you've seen her like this. She usually tries to cover her mistakes by resolving to do better. But right now, she's living in a moment where she can't do that.

You don't even have to ask what she's doing before she cuts in.

"I’m… sorry. I shouldn't have taken away your freedom. I want to protect you but not at the cost of your happiness."

"Ei," you shake your head, "I don't need you to protect me. I can take care of myself. I'm tougher than you think." You can tell she still doesn’t believe you. Words are cheap making such a claim. You take her by the wrist and raise her hand so it circles your throat.

You look her dead in the eyes. "Go on. Test me. You should see for yourself how resilient I am."

Ei's hand makes contact with your skin, and you can instantly feel your body tingling with the surge of power coming from her. You know you're inviting her to break you.

What a thrilling idea.

Yae Miko:

Yae Miko does not get jealous.

Others are jealous of her.

So don't even think for a second that the reason she's all over you now is because she was jealous of those other women, who were far too close and too touchy for her liking. She certainly wasn't jealous of that stupid little toy of yours that you cuddle at night instead of her. And she definitely isn't jealous of all the attention you give to that Kamisato girl, even when Yae is standing right next to you.

Yae Miko is never wrong either.

So when she decided it was your turn to be ignored by her, it was justified. It was justified for her to let you storm away after angrily yelling about how she hasn't even told you what's wrong or why she's suddenly ignoring you. And it was justified when she suddenly showed up at your house to reinsert herself back into your life.

She obviously wasn't here because she was apologizing. She was never wrong after all.

But you know the truth. You can always figure out her thoughts by her actions. Yae Miko can twist words all she likes, but the way she grips your thighs and bites at your flesh reveals her true intentions.

She's desperate. Pathetically so.

Yae Miko cannot live without you.

She needs your eyes to always be on her. She needs your hands on her skin. She needs your mouth to say her name.

Yes. Like that.

She thrusts into you.

Do it again.

Cry it out.

Scream so loud the whole island hears you.

Repeat it like a mantra, like a prayer.

Don't worry.

Yae Miko is here to save you.

#genshin imact x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko x reader #ei x reader #fem!reader #fem reader #genshin smut #yae miko smut #cw: smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #posted fic

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hwabang · 8 months

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PLS MAKE A PART TWO FOR “when the first love returns” i genuinely loved it sm and cried a bit ngl… part two should be so fluffy and jake possibly proposing 🤔🤔

When the First Love Returns Pt. 2- Sim Jaeyun

Summary: Jake grovels after you almost took a break with him after his ex tried to break you guys up. He realizes just how afraid he is to lose you so moves up the date for his proposal plan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, jake is so guilty omg, grovels a LOT, proposal. mention of reader not being Korean (?)

Author’s Note: the amount of people asking for a pt 2 to something i wasn't even confident posting in the first place made me so happy😭 hope this is what y'all wanted!

NOTICE: (the names used for side characters are fake names, with the exception of the enhypen members. the fake names don't represent any real life characters.)

(gif not mine!)

(moodboard is mine, pics off Pinterest)

Today was Minji's last day in Korea. Jake begged you to go to the airport with them but you really had a lot of work to get done, so you said goodbye to her in your apartment and sent her off with Jake.

On the way to the airport they didn't talk too much but they did have one last conversation before she went into the gate.

"Thank you for everything Jake," Minji started. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day."

Jake sighed. "Minji.. you're a good friend and I don't want this to ruin our whole group. But please, don't think we can ever be anything more than friends.. we dated for a year in high school and that was that. I love Y/N, a lot."

Minji nodded. "Yeah yeah, it was wrong of me to try and win you back.. I understand that now. Cynthia yelled at me a lot yesterday."

Jake let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah, she's had Y/N's back this whole time.. thanks for being so understanding Minji. Again you're a good friend of mine; let's keep it that way."

"Agreed. You're proposing this December in Australia right?"

"Actually... I'm proposing next week."

Minji's eyes widened with excitement. "What, no way! What happened, why the sudden change?!"

Jake rubbed the back of his neck feeling embarrassed. "I.. haven't been the best to her recently.. actually the night you were at your grandma's.. she wanted us to take a break."

Minji gasped. "Jake.. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "It's okay. We talked it through, I begged her not to do this, and she agreed. So I've just been, I don't know, scared? That night really shocked me so much.. I don't think I can wait till December. I'm moving all the plans around to next week."

"Jake that'a awesome! You got the hotel and flight tickets and all?"

"Yeah yeah, everything was booked yesterday."

Just then the last announcement for Minji's flight was made. She gave one last goodbye to Jake and headed to the gate as he made his way back to his car.

Jake had never felt so guilty like he did the past two days. It was eating him up; the fact that he gave another woman more attention than he gave you; the woman that you were uncomfortable with him being around. Every time he thought about it he winced and thanked God that you didn't leave him.

You had forgiven him; Jake loved you and you never once doubted that. But he didn't care– he'd make it up to you in the best way possible.

After leaving the airport he went to the ENHYPEN dorm to tell the news about him moving up his proposal plans and assigning them their roles. He then went to the company to talk to them about his decision. They already knew you Jake was proposing in December and were fine with it, but now Jake had to tell them the slight change in plans so they could have the statement ready by next week.

Once all of that was taken care of Jake headed back to the apartment and started cleaning. It wasn't messy; how could it be? You were so good at taking care of the house, taking care of him, taking care of your relationship when he'd mess it up..

Jake sighed as he walked into the empty house. You were just at work, he knew it of course. But he couldn't imagine how distraught he'd be if every single day he came home to an empty house, knowing you would never return.

Jake started by cleaning up the guest room and guest bathroom Minji had used; putting new sheets, changing the trash, wiping down the furniture. He then went on to clean the rest of the bathrooms in the house, then tidying up the kitchen and master bedroom. Once those were taken care of he took a 10 minute break to order food, and continued on cleaning the dining room and living room.

You were exhausted, having a hard day at work yourself. You trudged up to the front door and fumbled with your keys before the door swung open revealing a very happy yet tired Jake.

"Hi baby, you're home!" he exclaimed.

You giggled and pecked his lips as you walked into the house. "Hi my love, how was your day today?" As soon as you walked further into the house you immediately realized it was sparkling; everything was sparkling. You turned to Jake in shock who was standing there expectantly. "Jake.. did you clean the house while I was gone?"

He eagerly nodded. "Did I do a good job? Actually you can't judge just from seeing this.. I cleaned the guest bedroom, our room, the bathrooms and kitchen too!"

Your eyes were still widened in shock and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jake's neck. "Baby, I appreciate it but why'd you do all of that? I would've come home and done it anyways."

He wrapped his arms around you. "It's not fair that you have to do all of it," Jake pouted. "I live here too, this is my house too. I should take on some of the household responsibilities."

"You do honey! You have your own chores and I have mine."

Jake shook his head. "I just take the trash out and pay the bills once a month Y/N. You clean and cook almost everyday.. I come home every single day and appreciate it but I don't think I say it enough so I'm sorry. I genuinely appreciate everything you do, and after doing what you do for a day, I'm fucking exhausted."

You laughed as you pulled him into a hug. "Aww, thank you Jake. Really, I appreciate this a lot."

"Of course baby.. by the way, is it too late for you to put in some vacation days for next week?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you plotting now Sim Jaeyun?"

"Nah nah nothing.. I was thinking you and I could spend a couple days in the Maldives?"

"Maldives!? Jake, are you serious!?" you squealed.

Jake smiled, relieved you were this happy. The Maldives was a dream destination for you; you had always talked about going there so why not get proposed to there?

"It's a day long flight," Jake explained. "We need two days for the flights, we'll spend 4 days there. What do you think?"

You squealed again and tightly hugged Jake, jumping into his arms. "Thank you thank you thank you!! You're the best boyfriend ever. When do we leave?"

"Friday."

You were so excited for the trip that Friday felt like it was in forever, but finally you were in the Maldives. The first night you guys slept almost immediately after getting there because you were so drained but the next day you guys were up bright and early, enjoying all that the Maldives have to offer.

Today was the last full day in the Maldives, and the two of you were enjoying some down time in your private hotel room pool. Jake glanced to check on you and saw you at the edge of the pool, furrowing your eyebrows while staring at your phone. He swam up to you and grabbed his beverage. "What's wrong baby?"

"My parents," you responded. "They're not responding! I know I have good service so I don't know why they're not answering."

Despite you not looking at Jake, he still looked away from you. He couldn't lie to you, and he knew that if he mad eye contact with you, he'd spoil everything about the proposal. "M-maybe they're just busy."

You shook your head as you tried dialing them again. "No.. it's like just past evening in my country right now, they're definitely home."

Jake knew he had to distract you before you somehow caught on. He just had to hide all of this from you for another couple hours; as tonight was the proposal.

From the minute he woke up this morning he felt like throwing up. Every single second he felt like regurgitating. You wouldn't say no right? Nah nah, you love him.. right?!

"Baby," he called out as he grabbed your phone gently from you. "It's okay, we'll check on your parents later. Maybe they tuned in early? Our parents aren't getting any younger you know."

You hummed. "Yeah yeah you're right... I'll call them first thing tomorrow morning."

Oh you definitely will.

Jake pulled you back into the middle of the pool and you guys spent more time in the pool until you felt your skin pruning. After you had come out of the shower you saw a couple of wrapped gifts laying on the bed. You looked to your boyfriend with a confused look and he just returned a smug smile.

"Open them," Jake commanded. "It's for our date tonight."

You headed to the bed and one by one opened the boxes. The first one had a beautiful pair of pencil heels covered in golden and silver sparkles. Next was a black leather handbag and the one after it had a diamond crystal heart necklace. The last box you opened had your jaw drop slack open. The dress in the box perfectly matched the shoes; it was pretty short in the front but the tulle in the back went all the way down to the floor and without wearing it, you could tell it would snatch your waist in such an alluring way. It was off the shoulder with a straight neckline and the short bit of sleeves there were drooped down to your elbows.

You caressed the sequins on the dress before turning to your boyfriend and jumping to hug him, not caring you were in just a robe. "Jake, I'm gonna cry! You're the best and this whole look is amazing! Thank you so so SO much!"

He rubbed your back as he held back a huge grin. "Anything for the love of my life." He kissed your forehead before letting you go. "Get dressed, I'm almost ready. We should head to the restaurant in an hour."

Jake had booked a reservation for the two of you at "The Cloud"; an Italian-Chinese sit down restaurant that had numerous 5-star reviews for not only the food but the fancy and romantic ambiance as well.

You two enjoyed your extremely romantic dinner; the food was tremendously good and you two just couldn't stop laughing and looking at each other with the utmost love you could hold in your eyes.

After the dinner Jake suggested a walk on the beach and you happily agreed, not wanting the night to end. You were walking hand in hand, you barefoot with your shoes in Jake's empty hands.

"Jake," you called out breaking the comforting silence.

"Yeah baby?"

You looked to him and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you.. for everything. The last 4 days have felt so magical I just.. I can't even describe it. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, everything you've made me feel."

Jake's eyes softened as he looked at you, returning the kiss on the cheek. "Again, anything and everything for you baby. I'm just glad we're finally getting quality time alone."

You hummed. "Minji and you are good right? I didn't intend to break up a friendship."

Jake snapped his head towards you and gave you crazed look. "Baby, what are you talking about? You did nothing wrong! If my friendship with Minji would've ended it would've been because of her trying to break us up. You went through so much the last couple weeks and held everything in.. I'm so proud of you but I can't help but feel guilty because of it."

You took your free hand and caressed Jake's forearm with it. "Stop feeling guilty; you've done more than enough to make it up," you giggled.

Jake hesitated a little before biting his lip. "Well, does that mean you don't want the last surprise?"

You groaned. "Jake there's more? You've already done so much what could possibly–"

"Shh," he brought a finger up to your lip. "Let me do the talking right now." You both stopped walking and Jake let go of your hand. He placed your shoes on the sand and stood in front of you. "You trust me right Y/N?"

You vigorously nodded. "Of course Jake! With my whole life."

He gently kissed your lips before reaching into his pocket for a blue velvet box and got down on one knee making you gasp.

"Jake! I–"

"Baby," he whined. "I said let me do the talking." He waited for your nod to continue and did so with a sigh. "Okay look, truth be told I had a completely different speech prepared for this because.. actually I was planning to propose this December when we planned to go to Australia. I had this whole yacht lunch date planned and then an orchestra band and an after party.. but then the last couple weeks happened. And when you suggested we take a break, I.. I felt like my entire world collapsed."

Jake had tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he looked up at you with so much love. "You are my entire world.. I couldn't ever imagine a life without you, and I don't think I could wait 3-4 more months to propose. This moment right here, this calm after the storm, it feels right. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I– I can't promise that I'll always be a good husband even though I know you'll always be a good wife, and I'll apologize for that every single day that I'm alive, but I'm always going to do my very best to keep you happy. Nothing matters to me more than your happiness. Let me be the only man to make you happy forever Y/N. Please.. will you marry me?"

You didn't trust your voice as you could feel the sobs closing up your throat so you nodded, extending your left hand for Jake to slip the ring on; it fit perfectly.

He finally let the tears slip and came up from his position to hug you tight and you let him, wrapping your own arms around his form as you two sobbed. Jake kissed your head repeatedly. "Thank you baby, thank you for making me the happiest I've ever been."

You pulled back a little for the hug and kissed some of his tears away before kissing his plump lips. "I– I love you so much Jake I– thank you for everything."

Jake kissed you once again, murmuring an 'I love you too' as you two finished crying. He grabbed your shoes again and put his hand out to grab your now bejeweled one. "Shall we head back to our room, my fiancee?"

You couldn't help but break out into a smile at the new name. "Of course fiance... God I wish my mom was picking up my calls so I could tell her we're engaged..."

Jake laughed. "Your mom won't be picking up any calls for abouttt.. another 45 minutes," he reported checking his wristwatch.

You cocked your head at him. "Why? Is she not home?"

"She's on a plane.. to Korea.. your whole family is.. for the celebration party of our engagement. My parents are there by now too I think; Heeseung Hyung should've picked them up by now."

Your eyes widened. "What? You flew my parents out?!"

Jake eagerly nodded. "Yup! That's why we're heading back to Korea so early tomorrow morning; we have an engagement party tomorrow night with both of our families and closest friends. I got the guys to decorate it. They'll do fine right?"

You shook your head in disbelief at how this man could continuously sweep you off your feet. "Sim Jaeyun the man you are.. how many more times are you gonna woo me in this lifetime hmm?"

"Oh you have no idea baby."

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun

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mbbsgf · 11 days

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"slut!"

a/n: this was originally for annamcdonalds67's writing competition but as always my slow ass couldn't make it in time but i'm still posting it, i hope u like it!! for @slut4mattsturn 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: sad, short ish, slut shaming, anxiety, let me know if there's anything else

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matt sturniolo and alexa smith are two well known celebrities. alexa is a very successful and beautiful young british actress while matt is a just as successful american youtuber with his two triplet brothers. people would think their relationship is meant to be. others would think it was by chance. some people definitely were envying alexa, especially matt's younger fans. matt didn't really care, he loved alexa and he knew she knew that so what was the problem?

today the triplets are going to the scream 6 premiere along with madi and a few other youtubers they know. alexa is gonna be there too, she's going just because matt is going because honestly she would be so out of place if she went alone. matt and alexa have always been each other's comfort in those kind of events but obviously some of matt's fans didn't understand that. they didn't want to understand alexa brought him comfort and peace because to them she was just another random girl.

alexa is getting her makeup and hair done by her usual artists. she's really nervous as it's the first time she's going to a public event with matt, nick and chris. her makeup artist has never seen her face this tensed up. "alex, can you relax your face please? you're really tensed." her makeup artist, peter, asks kindly so as not to rush her. peter knows alexa, he has for 5 years. he knows she's easily stressed and sensitive. "right. yeah, sorry." alexa mumbles as she closes her eyes to let peter do his work.

her hair is done, so is her makeup and she's dressed in a black dress with long sleeves that hug her curves beautifully. alexa finally goes downstairs where the triplets are waiting for her. she catches their eyes but especially matt's. once alexa is standing next to him, he gives her a soft smile. "you're so beautiful." matt says in such a gentle tone, making alexa's cheeks become slightly pink. "you guys ready to go?" nick chimes in, interrupting their moment. they all nod before starting to walk towards the van.

they arrive to the event just in time as they see the cast of the movie taking official pictures on the red carpet. they get into the event and alexa becomes more and more anxious. she knows what people will say about her online. about her legs being too visible, her dress being too short, her breasts being too noticeable. she knows that this is what's coming for her but what she's mostly scared of is being seen with matt publicly.

matt clearly isn't her first boyfriend. she's had a few in the past, that's where the slut shaming began. journalists making article about all the partners she's had in her life while still being a teenager or people online making videos to shame her and all the relationships she's had. alexa never did anything wrong so she never really understood why people were so mean to her. i mean, she's just an actress doing her job and living her life, how is that wrong?

it's now the triplets and alexa's turn to take pictures on the red carpet. that's when she felt a lump in her stomach, she tried to ignore it so that she wouldn't embarrass herself and the triplets by the same occasion. the pictures went well, nothing happened and alexa was happy with it. everyone is asked to go inside as they're soon gonna premiere the movie. once the movie is over, alexa felt a little less anxious as she's speaking with her friend jenna ortega who has one of the main roles in scream 6. they were idolizing each other before they became friends on the set of a movie they're in together.

as jenna leaves to get interviewed by a journalist, alexa decides to go take some pictures with fans since they've been requesting for a while now. after that, she just goes to look for the triplets. since the event is coming to an end, she decides to ask them if they're ready to leave when she finds them. "hey, lex! we've been looking for you." nick says in a calm tone. "oh, well, i was looking for you guys too. should we leave? the event is almost over." "sure, yeah let's go." matt answers for nick as he grabs alexa's hand and intertwine their fingers together.

when they get home, they all go into their rooms to change into something more comfortable than those red carpet outfits. a few minutes after, they're all in the kitchen, talking about scream 6 and just the whole event itself. "i really liked the movie." chris says. "god, quinn's dad is so sexy." nick exclaims, making everyone chuckle.

after the group decides to go to bed to rest from the exhausting feeling washing over their body, alexa grabs her ipad and goes on instagram to like the posts from the scream account she's been tagged on. she smiles when she sees a picture of her and matt on the red carpet where matt is looking at her in awe. her biggest mistake is opening the comment section.

@sturniolo4everrr: why is she dressed like that?

but if i'm all dressed up

@mattsturniolosrealgf: i can't look at alexa without feeling hatred i'm sorry

they might as well be lookin’ at us

@ilovethesturniolotriplets: matt's gf seriously gives off slut vibes

and if they call me a slut

you know it might be worth it for once

@sturniololoverrrr: is she drunk? why can't she walk properly in those heels😭

and if i'm gonna be drunk

@nickmattandchrismyloves: she doesnt look in love at all i'm sorry wtf is that gaze towards my man.....

i might as well be drunk in love.

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a/n: and this piece of garbage took me almost a month to write 😀 @slut4mattsturn motivated me to post this so all thanks to her if u guys get to read that shit

taglist: @nicksmainbitch @tastesousweet @worldlxvlys @lustfulslxt @strawberrysturniolo

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #angst #i love angst #1989 taylor's version #from the vault #marie's thoughts #Spotify

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strokemycoxswain · 17 days

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OKAY so could you perchance write don realizing he has a thing for being bossed around/possibly degraded with bobby? like maybe he’s been with a few other guys before but he’d always topped in those situations just bc it was always assumed that he would (stereotype of the big athletic guy being a dom top yknow). but then don and bobby become a thing and don realizes WOAH maybe i like it the other way around. thank u sm :))) <3

Thanks for the prompt!! I hope you enjoy this as much as Don enjoys Bobby’s hand on his throat!

title: the passenger princess and his pillow princess

pairing: coxstroke (bobby/don)

genre: smut, introspection

rating: e, nsfw

warnings: guys getting it on? there’s a little bit of choking and that can be dangerous if you’re not responsible about it. Don's a little nervous at first, but that quickly goes away.

Don’s first reaction to being officially asked out by Bobby is to go to his room and smash his face into his pillow so that no one can here the reticent and collected Don Hume squeal in excitement while kicking his legs against his mattress - hardly able to control the physical manifestations of his delight. His immediate second reaction is to get up and stare morosely at the wall.

Because Don doesn’t like sex.

And healthy adults who go on dates together, have sex together.

And despite his small, seemingly frail stature, Bobby is actually a quite virile man.

It isn’t that Don particularly hates sex. He experiences desire all the time. Regarding Bobby, Don feels desire so deep and searing that he feels like his skin might melt off. It’s just that, in the past, when his partners had laid themselves out across his bed and waited for him to crawl on top of them… it wasn’t exciting.

It seemed like a lot of work just to do something he could do to himself; stimulate his dick, that is. And peoples’ constant desire for him to push them around or hold them down made his skin crawl. It’s just not in his nature to be a bully, even in a sexy and “fun” way.

Sex has always just felt like Don’s going through the motions. He has a role and a script to follow. Any deviation has his partners looking at him like he’s grown a second head. And Don doesn’t like feeling shame when it comes to intimacy.

So yeah, he’s just decided he doesn’t like sex and has abstained accordingly. But maybe he can try for Bobby. He’s never loved any of his hookups like he loves his coxswain, after all.

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Don feels as uncoordinated and awkward as a foal during his date with Bobby. The coxswain cuts the guesswork of “when will our first kiss be” short immediately upon Don’s arrival to his apartment to pick him up. He just opens the door, pulls Don in by his shirt, and smacks the stroke with the most satisfying kiss he’s ever had.

Bobby is confident and firm, but his lips are soft. He strong arms Don so that the taller boy has to bend down to meet him instead of getting on his tippy toes. His free hand cups Don’s jaw and directs him through the kiss - silently telling the stroke exactly what he wants and how it’s going to be.

Don’s gone a little loopy once they’ve parted, but that’s okay because Bobby is taking him by the hips and turning him back out the door. At Don’s little beater of a car, the stroke tries to beat his coxswain there so he can get the passenger door for him, but he’s too slow in his post-kiss stupor.

“Give me a break.” Bobby laughs when he sees Don making his way over to his side. He opens the door while making mirthy eye contact with the taller boy. “I appreciate the sentiment though, you gentleman you.”

Don has to wipe the sweat off his palms on his pants as he turns to go back to the driver’s door. He’s not scared of Bobby, per se. He’s terrified of fucking things up with Bobby. Because he needs his coxswain chemically. And he can see a million ways this could go wrong due to his… deficiencies.

He climbs into the car and cranks the engine. Bobby immediately begins messing with the radio - turning Don’s usual country station to something that plays more recent pop songs. Don’s stomach flutters at how comfortable Bobby is with him. So relaxed that he manipulates Don’s environment without asking. Don loves that feeling.

Don grasps the stick shift and pulls out of the parking lot. As soon as he’s pulled onto the main road and is comfortably moving with the current of traffic, Bobby’s hand settles over his on the stick. Don’s breath catches the slightest bit as he glances down at their hands.

“Relax.” Bobby instructs, tender but stalwart. “It’s just me, gorgeous. I won’t hurt you.”

Bobby tightens his grip on Don so that the tremble in his hands is imperceptible.

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The dinner goes amazing. The conversation is equal parts banter and sincere. After the appetizer, Bobby slips his foot between Don’s so that their calves are slotted together. Don’s never been so happy that he’s gotten dizzy before.

Any bite of dessert Don get’s is fed to him by Bobby, as the waiter mistakenly only brings out one fork. His coxswain doesn’t seem to care whether or not people see them, so Don relaxes into it and thinks he would be fine if Bobby hand fed him every meal from here on out.

“Good, huh?” Bobby asks gently after feeding Don a mouthful and Don realizes horrifyingly that he’s making a low mewling noise in the back of his throat. The smaller man smiles when he sees Don’s eyes widen. “Don’t be embarrassed. You sound good.”

And Bobby won’t let Don see the check when it comes.

“You drove.” Bobby says as he pulls out his debit card.

“So?” Don frowns.

“So,” Bobby laughs. “You let me be your passenger princess and I get to pay for your dinner.”

Don is so fucked.

—

Bobby kisses him so good that Don forgets to be nervous about this part. They push into Bobby’s apartment and it’s like the coxswain is trying to climb up his body.

“I had so much fun.” He’s praising against Don’s mouth, grasping at Don’s hair. “You’re so good, baby.”

Don’s knees buckle, his muscles suddenly going lax. He lets out a surprised groan when Bobby catches him around his middle. There’s so much hidden strength in his coxswain that it takes his breath away.

“You like that?” Bobby breathes into his cheek as he begins pushing at Don’s jacket and then starting on his shirt buttons. “You like being called a good boy? Shoulda known with the way you go all loopy after I praise you in the shell.”

Don grips shakes out of his jacket and shirt at once and then grips Bobby’s shoulders so he doesn’t keel over with excitement. Bobby’s sucking a vicious hickey into the base of his throat and gripping at the bare skin of his lower back.

“Bobby…” Don groan’s, pawing at the coxswain’s jacket. Too kiss drunk to tell him he wants it off. Now. “Bobby, c’mon.”

Bobby is quick to get the picture and yank his shirttail out of his pants and then rip the whole thing over his head. He runs his hands down Don’s chest after he throws the garment somewhere across the room. Don has to look away from his reverent expression.

“So gorgeous, Donny.” Bobby leans back into the taller boys space, kissing over a pec that’s perfect head height to him. “So glad I get to have you like this now.”

"You're more gorgeous." Don slurs almost timidly, moving his hands up Bobby's shoulders to cup his face, fingers brushing the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

You're perfect, you're out of my league, you're too good to be true is the implication behind Don's rebuttal. Don doesn't think anything of it, but by the way Bobby's brow momentarily creases, he doesn't like Don putting himself down.

He grabs Don by the hips and pivots him around like he did at the beginning of the night, dropping a sweet peck to the back of the strokes shoulder before guiding him towards the bedroom with his hands on the small of Don's back.

"This ain't the compliment Olympics." Bobby chastises softly as he pushes Don to sit on the edge of his mattress. He quickly kicks his pants off and climbs up to straddle Don's lap. "Let me tell you how beautiful you are."

And Bobby's naked. In his lap. With soft skin and thick hair. Perfectly curving into the concaves of Don's body. Acting like it's no big deal, like Don might not combust any moment.

"But you're so --..." Don is cut off when Bobby surges forward to try and shove his tongue down his throat.

He was meaning to say you're so much better. But a zing of nerves crawls up his spine as they teeter backward, and Don is left lying across the sheets with Bobby on top of him.

Is this the part where Bobby assigns him his Big Man Role? Is Bobby expecting him to act like something he's not?

But no.

Instead, Bobby plants a hand next to Don's head and uses his other hand to smooth Don's hair out of his face.

"You're so beautiful." Bobby says, eyes like steel where they bore into Don's. "Tell me."

"Wuh?" Don asks dumbly, acutely aware of where Bobby's dick is pressing into the seam of his pants. His hands hover, shaking, wanting to touch but not wanting to make the wrong move.

"Tell me you're beautiful. Say it."

Bobby rolls his hips. Just once. And Don's dick is grinding painfully against the inside of his zipper. And his head is so hot he feels like he might faint. And Bobby is taking Don's assigned role and lighting it on fire.

"Bobby!" Don gasps, frustrated and horrified and humiliated. But it's so fucking good.

And Bobby does the worst/best thing he could do in that moment. He sits back, pressing down on Don's crotch, and moves his hand to grip Don firmly at the base of his throat.

Don's hips jerk erratically, making Bobby bounce slightly, but the coxswain squeezes his thighs against Don's body to still him.

"Say it, Don." Bobby commands. He sounds loving and righteous and inescapable. Don looks up at him like's basking at an altar. "Say it, because we're not moving on until you do."

"Fuck." Don gasps, pressing into the hand on his throat. He can feel his heartbeat in his damn eye sockets. "Fuck, Bobby, okay! I'm beautiful..."

"Yes, you are." Bobby leans down and kisses across his stroke's face. His forehead, high atop his cheekbone, his chin. "Good boy, Donny."

Don chases Bobby's mouth but the coxswain is moving off of him suddenly. A pitiful, embarrassing whine peels from his throat before he realizes that Bobby's undoing his fly and yanking his pants and underwear at once down his legs. Don's cock springs out, already reddened and wet at the tip, and lands against his lower belly. Bobby eyes it hungrily as he crawls back up the mattress and bullies Don's legs apart.

Settling against Don's pelvis, Bobby glances down between them as their dicks slide together for the first time. Don white-knuckle fists the sheets and tries not to shoot right then.

"Look at us." Bobby gasps, tone awe-stricken, before lowering himself so that he's once again flush on top of the taller man. "You ever done this before, sweetheart?"

Don tips his head in a silent request for a kiss and Bobby immediately indulges him. The taller man is rolling his hips up to meet Bobby's pressure, eyes hooded and mouth agape. He feels so fucked out already.

"Donny." Bobby pulls back from the kiss and murmurs against the corner of Don's mouth. "You ever let anyone inside you?"

"No." Don turns his head and tries to find Bobby's mouth, but the coxswain is sitting up again. Don feels like he might scream. Turning his head, he sees Bobby's leaning over to grab a tube of lube and a condom out of the bedside drawer. He spreads his legs even wider in anticipation.

Bobby sits the lube and condom on the mattress at Don's hip and smooths his hands up Don's flanks to soothe him. Don can see Bobby's proud and nearly purple erection really good from this angle. His mouth waters, wanting nothing than to have it shoved down his throat. Maybe in the morning. There will be a next time!

"Can I have the honor--...?"

"Yes!" Don practically yells, body threatening to fold up on itself as Bobby rubs his thumbs over his nipples. "Yes, please."

Before you know it, Bobby's got his fingers in him and is reaching, reaching for that place inside Don that's never been given a thought by others. The coxswain plants a hand firmly on Don's pelvis, just above his dick, and applies pressure just as he finds Don's prostate. Then again with Bobby pressing the thumb of the hand fingering him into his perineum, precum shooting out of Don's slit like a faucet.

When Bobby deems him sufficiently loosened - which Don trusts him to make that decision, completely - he kisses up Don's body as he lines himself with Don's hole. Don jolts like he's being electrocuted.

"Wait." Don gasps, trying to make his happy, sluggish brain keep up. "Do I need to --...? What do you want me to --...?"

Bobby, having gone stark still when Don told him too, smiles warmly down at the younger man. He's going to fucking destroy him.

"I get to be your passenger princess." Bobby whispers into Don's soft, gaping mouth. "You get to be my pillow princess."

And literally all Don can do is grip Bobby's back and hang on for the ride. Who knew his little coxswain could fuck like such an animal? He moves snug but slick in and out of Don's hole like those parts of their bodies were made just for one another.

The headboard smacks the wall every few thrusts and Don's being fucked to near hysteria. The neighbors are probably so fed up, but with Bobby growling dirty, secret things in his ear while pulverizing his G spot, Don can't bring himself to care.

"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. God, fuck, yes!" Don is crying and babbling as he cums hard and high between them. His legs and bottom lip trembling.

"That's it, baby. There you go." Bobby murmurs hotly against his stroke's jaw as he slows his thrusts to ride out Don's orgasm.

Don locks his ankles against Bobby's lower back when he realizes he's about to pull out, keeping him planted deep inside.

"Keep going until you finish." Don requests, voice absolutely wrecked. "Please."

Bobby doesn't thrust anymore, but just pushes and pushes up into Don like he's trying to dig as deep as he can. When he cums, he makes a sound so primal that Don thinks he could get hard again.

"Thank you." Don sighs dreamily as Bobby wipes him down with a warm washcloth.

"Like that was a hardship for me." Bobby laughs as he tosses the cloth toward his hamper and climbs back into bed. He brings the quilts over them both as he goes.

"I didn't know it could be like that." Don yawns, feeling himself being pulled to sleep fast.

Bobby jetpacks up behind him and begins to draw little patterns with his fingers across Don's belly.

"I knew it'd be perfect with you." Bobby says simply.

Don falls asleep smiling.

Maybe he does like sex. Like, really likes it.

#the boys in the boat #don hume #tbitb #bobby moch #coxstroke #jack mulhern #luke slattery #don and bobby #my fic

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Sunflowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: When Bucky and Natasha are assigned a mission to go undercover as husband and wife, Reader can’t help but worry that their feelings from the red room will resurface.

A/N: I really missed writing for Bucko! Also, if I had to hurt my own feelings thinking about this then you all need to feel it with me. (Happy ending though, don’t worry).

They say that sunflowers move so that they may face the sun. Despite the earth and dirt, they move to change their position; always finding a way to look up at their maker and bask in its glorious sunlight. They call it ‘sun-tracking’, and if you could look past the science of it then you might actually find it to be romantic and poetic.

It had taken Bucky a long time to find the sun and feel the gorgeous warmth revitalise him. He had spent his whole life trudging through the mud until he met you, his own personal sunshine.

Even now, when he was dressed up in a wedding suit and forced to pose next to Natasha, he was sun-tracking as he looked around for you in the swarms of people pretending to be his wedding guests.

Bucky did not want to go on this mission. He did not want to have to pretend to be married to Natasha. He did not want to have to stay in a house with her and play the role of the dutiful husband to his neighbours. He did not want to go anywhere that wasn’t with you.

He knew from the minute that this mission was proposed that it had hurt you. It was like a hole had been punctured in your chest that day in the briefing room and you had been drawing inward to yourself ever since. You kept Bucky at arm’s length for the days that followed, scared to admit to him (and even yourself) just how sore this whole thing was. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t come to the fake wedding, when he’d woken up that morning you were already gone and so were the training clothes you had laid out the night before.

The worst thing about this whole endeavour was that it caused you pain. It made Bucky flinch every time he thought about the forlorn expression you wore as this mission plan was detailed, rather insensitively, right in front of you.

There were, however, a few reasons why he felt like he had to do this mission.

Firstly, Steve had asked him to and Bucky felt like he owed Steve a debt. Afterall, Steve put himself and his friends’ (including yours) lives on the line to save and protect Bucky. Whilst he was eternally grateful to the Captain for his salvation, it meant that Bucky felt like he could never deny Steve anything.

Secondly, the reasoning behind the mission was to lure in Hydra so that they could be intercepted and have their plans foiled. Steve knew that if Hydra had caught word that their Winter Solider had shacked up with someone in a normal neighbourhood, seemingly defenceless, then they would stop at nothing to get him back. Bucky liked the idea of those dingy Hydra agents thinking they could get to him when really, he had the upper hand.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the reason Steve had picked Natasha rather than you was because you’d complicate things. The mission was essentially offering Bucky up as bait and Steve knew that if you were involved then his friend wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of your safety – and you wouldn’t be able to focus for fear of his.

Natasha seemed the next obvious choice, given the history her and Bucky had in the red room. Adding her to the mix would give Hydra added incentive to track down the couple and try to bring them in. Likewise, Bucky and Natasha were able to work together professionally, without triggering a protective instinct in each other.

So there Bucky found himself, posing for a fake wedding with his ex and a bunch of strangers he didn’t know with the intention that their covert house could be decorated realistically.

They had shot Natasha’s 30th birthday party that morning and a couple of Christmases. The wedding was the hardest part though. Bucky couldn’t help but feel like this was wrong, that he was in some way being disloyal to you. Distracted, he fumbled with the prop wedding band on his vibranium hand and sighed deeply, wishing he was anywhere but here.

***

In a distant part of the compound, you were knocking lumps out of a punching bag in a desperate attempt to expel the jealousy and anger that racked your body.

With every punch, you tried to reason with yourself about the logic behind this mission. That’s all it was: a mission. It was Bucky’s job and you couldn’t deny it was a pretty good plan which would probably work. Even if Steve would have let you do it with him, Natasha did make the better choice because of how they were both known to Hydra and their relationship had gotten them in trouble during their captivity. Natasha, whilst expressing no interest in Bucky anymore, was believable.

The problem with logic is that it does not counteract the pain one feels in spite of it. It doesn’t soften the blow or heal the bruises. It just exists uselessly, mocking you for being so upset over something that has a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Fuck the strategy.

This whole situation had made you feel like you had been ripped from your body and you were watching it from above. Your body moved through life apathetically, doing everything absentmindedly and with no care whatsoever. But inside you were being asphyxiated; weighed down with the endless and horrifying imagery that monopolised your brain. Your chest tightened with every new possible outcome of this mission that your mind conceived of. At this point, it was like it was trying to score points against you as it laboured to find the most hurtful scenario to torment you with. The mission had torn Bucky and any sense of self away from you.

Perhaps, this was nature’s way of telling you that Bucky and Natasha were better suited. Maybe she understood him better than you ever could. Following on from that briefing, you could not help but read into every single interaction they had whether that be an exchange of banter or a knowing look. It was like an inside joke that you were firmly excluded from.

What if, despite Steve’s rationale, he had selected Natasha because he believed her to be better for Bucky than you?

Your arms ached with the ferocity of the punches you were throwing at the bag until eventually you gave up, putting your head in your boxing gloves and sobbing.

With your shoulders shuddering and the warm, stinging tears streaming into the worn leather of the gloves, your wailing and crying was the only sound in the empty training studio. It echoed off the walls, trapping in that room the emotion that you could only emit now you were alone.

When the “wedding” was over, Bucky quickly discarded of his tuxedo and set off to find you, craving your warmth. He was wrestling to remove his tie which he was certain was suffocating him when he heard your cries from inside the training room.

Instinctively, he rushed to find you, almost breaking the door down in the process. He didn’t stop until he had reached you and had pulled your body against his chest, shushing you and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Once in his arms, the intensity of your emotions only deepened and you managed to get louder. You buried your head in Bucky’s chest and you howled as though it was going to evacuate the agony from your body which was incapable of storing it any longer.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back his own tears at seeing you in so much despair and held on to you tighter.

“Doll, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded.

“You’re going to leave me for her.” You choked out in between sobs, your voice raspy and broken from all your crying.

“What?” He whispered, evidently hurt that you could ever accuse him of such a thing.

You stood back from his hold, unable to look up at him. It didn’t escape your notice that your tears had soaked his wedding shirt.

“Your feelings for her are gonna come back and you’re going to realise you don’t want me anymore!”

“No, they won’t!” Bucky protested and tried to search your face for a chance to look into your eyes so that he might show you he was being genuine.

“Oh, come on, Bucky!” You snapped. “It’s Natasha! If I had to sleep next to her for months then I might be fucking tempted by her too!”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged past his lips. Sometimes he truly resented his inability of expression. All of these feelings were trapped inside him but he always found himself unable to communicate them properly and provide you with the comfort that you were so desperately craving. As a soldier he hadn’t been afforded the luxury of being able to feel.

When you feel nothing, there is little to talk about. For weeks since the announcement of the mission, you had been carrying around these feelings of envy and grief and Bucky was incapable of voicing to you any reassurance of his true feelings.

He wished could create a hole in his head so that you might peer in and see exactly what it was that he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to go on this mission.” You stated simply, folding your arms and trying to regain your posture and confidence. It looked forced and out of place because of your puffy and tear-stained cheeks but you tried to fight the embarrassment of that.

“I can’t say no.” Bucky mumbled, now presented with eye contact from you which suddenly made him nervous and he dropped his head to face the floor.

“Can’t or won’t?” You challenged, trying so hard to claw back your strength that had been decimated when he saw you crying, frail and broken.

“Doll, I don’t want to go!” Bucky insisted. His flesh hand trembled as he aggressively used hand gestures as if that would assist with getting his words out. “I’m scared in case I have a nightmare and you’re not there! I don’t want to do this; I don’t want to go!”

“Then tell Steve no.” You basically growled at him despite how clearly distressed he was. Your mind was racing and had already overtaken Bucky. Sure, he was upset now but once he’d gotten into the domestic routine with Natasha, a life they had dreamed of but weren’t permitted to have, he’d forget all about this moment.

Bucky was sobbing now, his face turning red as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “You know I can’t do that.”

The depths of your mind taunted you with the concept that this wasn’t really about being able to refuse Steve, but that on some level, Bucky wanted to go on his mission. Regardless of his protests, maybe he wanted that snapshot into what life with Natasha could have been.

You couldn’t compete with that and decided the best thing for you to do was to take yourself out of the situation. Bucky’s short performance was the only time he had expressed any emotion to you about this mission since the briefing weeks prior. It was all the evidence you needed that this was only ever going to end badly.

It was far better to die a quick death than a slow one.

“Well, I am not going to wait around for you to hurt me. I am asking you to stand up to your friend and tell him you won’t pretend to be married to your ex. And you can’t even do that for me.” You sighed. “It’s over, Bucky.”

Bucky immediately stopped crying and shot you a look of complete and unwavering despair. The realisation widened his eyes and the panic set in, sending his trained brain into survival mode. He shook his head adamantly, pushing away the very notion that you could end this.

“No, you can’t leave me. Please, baby. I need you.” Bucky implored you. “I need my sunshine.”

“I won’t spend months agonising over you sleeping next to your ex in your house that had been decorated all nice and pretty for you both. And you won’t refuse to go. So, something has to give. And I guess that’s us.”

You left him with that thought and walked out of the training room, only allowing yourself to cry once you had reached the safe haven that was your old room.

Bucky had stood, paralysed and unable to fight back. His body failed him. The words wouldn’t leave his mouth, his hand didn’t reach to take your arm and make you stop. You had left and he had been unable to do anything to stop it. No wonder you thought that he would leave you.

Fixed to his spot on the floor, Bucky sank to his knees and wept, unsure if he was ever going to be able to make this right.

***

The day that Bucky and Natasha were due to set off for their mission was bleak. The grey clouds seemed even more ominous when partnered with the thunderous crashing and unrelentless rain. It was the perfect setting for them to start this horrible façade together.

The past few days you had slept in the room you had once inhabited before moving into Bucky’s with him. You had barely spoken to him and had avoided him at all costs, trying to adjust to this new and unfamiliar territory that was life without him.

Bucky continued his heliotropism during this time as he searched for you endlessly. He still didn’t have the words to explain to you how sorry he was but he hoped if you could see his despondence then you might change your mind. But you were too clever for him and manged to keep yourself hidden from his advances, terrified that you might allow yourself to fall back into the trap.

You did, however, take a souvenir of his while packing up a few things from his room; his kevlar mission jacket. He wouldn’t need it for a while, having been kitted out with a new wardrobe by Tony for this mission.

It was what you were wearing on that fateful day on the jet waiting to go on your own mission with Sam. This was probably Steve’s own peculiar way of making it up to you about what happened with Bucky, by giving you something to distract yourself with.

You sat with your elbows rested on your thighs, playing with the cuffs of Bucky’s jacket. It still smelled like him and it was a cruel type of torture every time you inhaled. Whilst you had been so strong in standing up for yourself and refusing to let Bucky and Natasha hurt you, that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t broken. To have loved and lost Bucky Barnes was agonising, so you held on to his jacket to keep at least one piece of him with you.

Just as you were beginning to think that Sam had forgotten the flight time for your mission, you noticed a figure in your periphery coming towards the jet. You looked up, expecting to see Sam’s usual swagger but instead laid eyes upon Bucky who was jogging towards the jet, shielding himself from the rain.

Your lips parted in disbelief, standing up slowly and finding your way into the middle of the floorspace to come face to face with him. Instead of the suit that had been picked out for him, he wore his usual mission gear: a black t shirt, cargo pants with holsters, combat boots, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

It was such a gorgeous and familiar sight: he had come back to you. He looked up at you with the ardour that one reserves only for their true love.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he said when he reached you and pointed to your jacket, “I was actually looking for that.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” You asked, fearful for the answer and conscious that he could still make the start time of his own mission.

“Well, I hope it’s okay but I spoke to Steve and I am taking Sam’s place in this mission. I figured that Natasha is probably enough to lure in Hydra, or at least the Red Room… and if she was married to mine and Steve’s best friend then they’d probably try to get to me through her. So, I asked Steve if Sam and I could swap places.” He explained nervously before letting out a light chuckle. “Sam was easily convinced; Steve took more work though.”

A choked sob escaped your throat and without thinking you flung your arms round his shoulders, holding on to him so tightly that it might smother him. Bucky immediately encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as he possibly could. If you had held each other any tighter than you might have moulded into one person, unable to separate one from the other but after days of being apart it was what you both needed.

The feeling of his spiky stubble and soft lips against your neck sent shudders down your spine as you remembered how much you had adored holding him like this. In fact, it was a reminder of just how much you loved him and how painful it was to have been separated from him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asked. “It’s just with everything you said the other day-“

You cut him off by placing your hands on his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was tender and inviting and like home. You internally cursed yourself for thinking that you could ever have went the rest of your life without this. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed that this was real and you wouldn’t wake up from a bittersweet dream.

When you pulled back and opened your eyes, your Bucky was still stood before you. A laugh escaped your lips, so overwhelmed with the fact that he had stepped up and actioned what you needed him to.

“I don’t mind at all, Buck.” You said, your hands still on his face and your thumbs lovingly caressing his stubbly cheeks.

“Okay, well, you’re gonna have to make do with the fact I can’t fly like Sam.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure we can manage.” You replied, giving him another soft kiss.

The rain poured ferociously, battering against the jet at breakneck speed. Bucky didn’t mind at all. Like a sunflower who moves to meet the sun, he kept his eyes fixed on you, determined to never risk losing you again.

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FFTB | Epilogue (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Dabi had big plans for the future, this was step one. Contains: All Aboard The USS FUCK ENDEAVOR, Canon-Typical Violence

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People screamed in agony and fear, fleeing from the Nomu as they tore their way through the surrounding area. Merciless in their pursuit of Dabi’s plan. Chunks of pavement and debris rained into the sky, crashing down onto the streets below and sending the poor civilians into a panicked frenzy.

Every hero in a twenty-mile area was undoubtedly pissing themselves right now.

Their new number one getting his ass handed to him. Painfully and brutally. As he deserved. You couldn’t deny that the sight made your heart race with excitement. A rush of pure adrenaline made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Fire flashed forth from Endeavor’s palms as he chased one of the beasts in a feeble attempt to get the situation under control. You smiled, pressing a single hand against the cool glass of the office window as you surveyed the scene. The ground rumbled and shook furiously as the fight raged on in the distance. A neighboring building was on the verge of collapse. Hawks darted past the window in a flash of red and yellow. You barely caught sight of him as he sped toward the disaster. His feathers wouldn’t be able to keep up the rescue effort. You would almost commend his bravery if it wasn’t for his role in all of this as Dabi’s pet project.

Never trust a traitor.

Dabi emerged behind you in the reflection of the window. “How’s it going?” he asked, moving in to look at the spectacle over your shoulder.

“They’re struggling.” You leaned back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Dabi hummed affirmatively but you felt the tension in his body mounting. “It’ll be fine,” you asserted. “Even if they manage to beat the new Nomu, this’ll scare the hell out of everyone watching.”

“Hawks was supposed to bring someone else – but you’re right. This is only the beginning.” Dabi kissed the back of your neck and you shivered. His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his chin came to rest on your shoulder. “Just wasn’t expecting to see him so soon, y’know?”

Endeavor.

Fuck – you couldn’t wait to bring him down for all the hurt he had caused the man you loved. Even now he still had a hold on Dabi. After today that would finally start to change – you’d make damn sure of it. One day that little boy locked away in Dabi’s heart would finally be free. What can the sons of greatness do other than flounder among the monuments built by the people before them? Burn it down. That’s what they can do. Their legacy is nothing but a curse. A cross for the next generation to bear, heavy with expectations and dreams that cannot be fulfilled.

No one deserves the deaths of their fathers more than the children of heroes.

Your hands instinctively moved to hold onto Dabi’s as they twitched against your abdomen. His father’s unexpected appearance had him feeling on edge – though he would hesitate to admit that. “I get it. Let’s see how he handles this fight, yeah? We can extract the Nomu afterward.”

Dabi spun your waist until you were facing him. You tore your eyes away from the carnage on the streets to look at him and smiled. There was no going back now. You were in this together until the bitter end. His eyes stared into yours – the attention almost too much to bare. He had you and you had him.

“You scared?” he asked with a smirk. Dabi tried to play it off as a light-hearted question but you knew he was serious. It was an unspoken rule you had. Never take things too seriously. It will only hurt more if something goes wrong then.

In another life, another time – you could have been a normal couple. But that wasn’t meant to be. Neither you nor Dabi could live like that. Vengeance and retribution was in your blood and you couldn’t think of a better man to face the music with.

So – you laughed as you said, “Terrified.” The sound of your voice brimming with humor and spirit managed to calm him. If only just a little – if only for a while.

“Me too.”

A/N: We're here. We've reached the end. That's truly wild to me. Thank you, everyone, for reading. Everyone who commented or screamed in the tags, I want you to know I fucking see you okay? The reason this fic got finished is because you guys kept me going. I truly hope everyone had a good time. This was almost three months in the making. I never thought I'd be able to pull it off and I wouldn't have without you guys' support. Thank you. So fucking much. For being here. I hope you enjoyed the ride.

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ilydottie · 9 months

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Hihi omg an event 💖 I would like to request "about deserve to be loved just like everyone else" with Albedo (because he really really really deserves it ;-;) Have a wonderful day 🌸🍄

i love seeing the roles switched with the comfort on albedo. mootie this is brilliant, thank you for the ask my beloved 🫶🏻

Albedo x GN!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Insecure Albedo, You both are naked in this, Mention of past smut briefly, Minors do not interact please, about 800 words.

Prompt: “You deserve to be loved just like everyone else.”

Tags: @suyacho @themovingcastlez @dan-hengs

Albedo held you close, your naked body pressed warmly against his. The moonlight peeked through the window and illuminated your bodies that were covered in sweat. You squeezed his waist, pulling yourself closer to him. Never could you get enough of him and you swore to yourself long ago to never let him go.. You wrapped yourself around his body and sighed softly, you were in heaven. This was everything you wanted and more, you would never grow tired of Albedo, that you were sure of.

It didn’t take long for you to notice something was off with your boyfriend. He usually wasn’t so stoic after the two of you had just made love, but this time was different. This time he seemed a little sad and regretful, and to be honest that scared the shit outta you. You pulled out of his embrace, noticing how his eyes never moved from the ceiling until you moved, and positioned yourself on your side.

“Bedo?” You asked him.

He looked at you and hummed in reply, his sad expression still visible. Now he was starting to worry. “Hmm? What is it, sweetheart?”

You smiled. He was so sweet, so charming, so good to you, but oh so sad. You knew there was something going on in that big brain of his, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly. So, you outright asked him.

“What’s wrong?”

His eyes widened and face turned pale as his eyes shied away from yours. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. He was so ashamed that you saw right through him that he didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure he wanted to admit it, but he knew he had to. So, he gave it a small try.

“It’s nothing of importance, let’s lay back down.”

Although, it wasn’t much of an attempt. To be honest he didn't try at all, too nervous to admit what was wrong, but you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

“You’re lying. Tell me what’s going on, Bedo.” You said in a gentle tone, pushing back some of his hair behind his ears.

The air was quiet until finally Albedo decided to break the silence and come clean. “I’m just a little.. sad, but it’s nothing of importance.”

You cocked your head to the side and asked him what he meant by that, confused yet patiently trying to understand where he might be coming from. Putting a hand on his cheek you waited for his next words to come forth.

“I’ve been wondering whether I deserve certain things.” Albedo admitted shamefully.

You grabbed his face gently and moved his turned away face to look at you. “What do you mean by that, Bedo?” Your voice was stern and a tad angered, but not so much that it turned him away.

He sighed and leaned into your touch even as he was so certain that he did not deserve even a second of it. “The truth is.. I’m not so sure I deserve your love.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and from who of all people, but it was his truth he was speaking about, after all. Immediately you shut down any doubts or anxieties he had. You were never that good at comforting people, you and Albedo both had that in common, but you did the best with what you were given in that moment. Wrapping him up in your arms you held him close and reassured him that he was more than deserving of all the love in the world, but especially yours.

You held his face in your hands, pressed your forehead against his and looked deep into his eyes and said, “You deserve to be loved just like everyone else.”

Albedo began to sniffle softly as tears formed at the bottom of his eyelids. He was forever amazed and thankful to be loved by someone as brilliant and as amazing as you. He tugged you close and tangled his arms around your waist, holding you tight and painfully close as he cried softly into your bare skin. You were not used to seeing this side of Albedo, not that you hadn’t seen him cry before, but you’d hardly seen your Bedo be as vulnerable before as he was right now. Soon the two of you would spend the remainder of the night talking out these insecurities, but for now you promised to take such good care of the alchemist that he’d never question how he deserved your love ever again. You would make damn sure of it.

#albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin drabble

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lenalvthor · 7 days

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tethered playlist breakdown - ch 1: chemtrails

hi hi hi! thank-you to everyone who has read, commented, left kudos, and bookmarked tethered so far (and if this is the first you're hearing of it, here's my critical role / bell's hells / imodna music au)! this beautiful, musical lil world has been knocking around in my head for a little over 6 months and i'm so excited to share it with other people 💗

so as I said on ao3, to create the Full Experience of this au the way i've been stewing in it over the past 6-odd months, i wanted to also pop chapter tie-in posts on here that give a more detailed breakdown of the music in each chapter, mainly bc I'm not someone who writes songfics rly and I don't like breaking up the flow of the fic + the suspension of disbelief with lyrics etc, so: we're gonna do it this way.

(again, if this is the first you're hearing of this au and it has piqued ur interest, would recommend giving ch 1 a read and then coming back to this post)

but okay, let's start with this first chapter ⚡🎼

i gave a bit of a generic ‘vibe’ of what everybody’s music sounds like in the end-notes, but i’m gonna elaborate a bit here + also fill in some gaps!

Liliana

in this fic, Liliana Temult gained acclaim as a teenage country star, kind of like early early Taylor Swift (vibes: TS debut, Fearless, + specifically the songs Sparks Fly, Mine, and Ours from Speak Now are songs Liliana released about her high school sweetheart turned husband (Relvin)).

*important to note: any TS songs that are confirmed as Liliana’s are re-recording versions of these songs, as the original versions of them are how i imagine Imogen sounding if she were to cover her mom’s music, plus also draws a more distinctive line in the differences in sound between Imogen and Liliana if both of them have TS music in their discographies. if you’re super hardline abt only listening to Taylor’s rerecordings, that’s chill, but just putting it out there as my distinction between Imogen’s TS songs and Liliana’s TS songs!

as Liliana got more popular, signed to a new label (Ruidus Records, owned by Ludinus Da’Leth, and Liliana was managed by Otohan Thull), Liliana’s sound changed and she spent more time away from home, in New York and LA (vibes: AURORA by Daisy Jones and the Six, Fleetwood Mac - 60s/70s-esque pop-rock with some country tinges to it).

Imogen

more on Imogen’s music in the fic’s present-day for the ch 2 breakdown, but for a backstory vibe: the first music Imogen releases are with songs from Kacey Musgraves’ album, Deeper Well; Imogen’s EP, called If I Let Go, has this tracklist:

Sway

Lonely Millionaire

The Architect

Cardinal

Sway is fairly self explanatory, and it’s the leading single for the EP.

Lonely Millionaire is about Imogen’s desperation to not slip into the wrong side of the industry no matter how alluring it may be at times, no matter how caught up she gets in the glitz and glamour and magic of it all, she doesn’t want to forget that it’s not worth it to get lost and end up on your own (like Liliana did).

The Architect is ‘small-town grew up in a christian community and maybe has some queer religious trauma’ Imogen Temult going ✌🏼don’t know if i believe i still believe in god and i don’t know if it would make it easier or harder if i did✌🏼.

Cardinal is something Imogen had written for years and years before she ever released it, but it’s a song that’s so clearly inspired by Liliana’s later career music, and it’s very much about Liliana too, and it almost gets swapped out for a different song because Imogen’s a little terrified that putting her mother’s musical story into her own at the start of her career is as good as damning her from the beginning, but Bertrand and Laudna convince her otherwise so this song ends up closing off the EP.

(later, when Imogen puts out the rest of her album (which includes songs I haven’t figured out yet lol), she adds Giver / Taker and Nothing To Be Scared Of also from Kacey’s new album, and both of them are written about Laudna :-). (the album is also called Nothing To Be Scared Of.)

Laudna

Laudna also got into music as a teenager (signing to Briarwood Records under Delilah) but exactly what kind of music that was, i’m not 100% on so taking suggestions + recommendations if you have any. tethered’s present-day Laudna’s music is mostly following the sound of Lizzy McAlpine. the six feet under EP referenced in ch 1 is:

doomsday

firearm

ceilings

chemtrails

there’s more for Laudna’s music - including other songs she wrote in the time Imogen was away - but we’ll get into those as they come up in the fic 😉

The Crown Keepers

finally, for this chapter’s musical rundown: to put some context to The Crown Keepers, they are, in fact, the Full Gang. Orym, Fearne, Dorian, Dariax, and Opal make up TCK, and they started out as a folk/indie lil group who wound up being signed to Eshteross Records by Bertrand. they’re the characters i have the Most songs for bc their musical sound is my favourite kind of music, but i’ll just give you some artists to listen to + some of the key songs tied to their group’s backstory!

vibes: Wild Rivers (both in music And in their actual Vibe as a group, go look them up, seriously) / Judah & the Lion (their song Spirit is the first song of TCK’s that blows up and they start to break into mainstream popularity) / Motherfolk / McFly / Morningsiders / Kodaline / Avalanche City (Sunset is one of the last songs they release + the very very last song they play at the end of their world tour right before they go on hiatus) / and Tiny Habits as little smaller combos of different members of the band (esp their cover of landslide).

quick addition because I keep forgetting: the song that Imogen and Laudna sing together that Orym and Imogen text about is Call It What You Want from High School Musical the Musical the Series, and it's actually the song t hat set this whole fic off, funnily enough.

anyway! that’s some musical insight for u for ch 1!! here’s the playlist (so far) — will add more as it comes up!

love, chim ⚡

#imodna #critical role fic #critical role #c3 #cileme writes #tethered au #tethered au; music breakdown

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Can I get some headcanons for how bayverse Optimus would react to being a step-dad to his s/o's teenage child. You know that cliché trope of it being really awkward between the step parent and the kid? How would he react to the kid being a little bit less than pleased with him being thrust into their life?

I'm going to write this as his S/O and the teenager are humans.

-He felt he had enough experience with 'teens' from Bumblebee. So he felt somewhat prepared.

-He was wrong. He was not prepared. On the outside he is still the calm collected Optimus, but on the inside he is very panicky and unsure what to do.

-It's super awkward and he has no idea what to do. Maybe it would have been easier if the kid was a bot. But being a human teen, they have nothing in common.

-He tries so hard though, because he love's his S/O. He tries to tell this teen about Cybertron. The kid is interested at first, and it's a stepping stone. But once Optimus has said all he could they go back to awkward silence.

-Optimus goes to Bumblebee to try and get information on current human interests and pop culture references. Bee's information helps a little bit, so Optimus doesn't feel so lost when the teen talks.

-Optimus asks the teen if they want a ride to school. The kid says no, they don't want to get bullied for riding a truck. One day his S/O asks Optimus to pick the teen up from school. Reluctantly Optimus goes. He causes traffic at the pick up line, because he doesn't know where to go and he's too big for the normal car spaces. Some of the kids are in awe and try to take pictures with him. The teen comes out and is mortified. The kid tries to walk past and ignore Optimus, but Optimus uses his really loud truck horn. At first it startles everyone, then a lot of people cheer. The kid stalks over to Optimus and gets in, slamming Optimus' door embarrassed.

-"Why are you here?" "Your parent asked me to pick you up." "God, you are so embarrassing." "Do you want to use the horn?" PAUSE. "Yes." Teen then uses the horn and scares some people, making them laugh.

-Optimus drives safely whenever the kid is with him. Bee told him human kids like ice cream. So Optimus stops at an ice cream shop and asks if the teen wants to get some. "No that's for babies." The teen complains. So Optimus drives away. Then remembers his S/O told him the teen says some things they don't mean. He stops at another ice cream store and offers again. This time the teen agrees. They get ice cream and eat it while Optimus drives home.

-They don't have a lot to talk about so there are so many times they will literally just sit in silence until the parent comes back. He sometimes feels like he would rather be fighting Megatron than sitting in silence with this teenager. But Optimus will lay down his life to protect the kid.

-There comes a time where the kid spent time at their other bio parents house, then they come home really angry at Optimus. Optimus tries to be calm but the kid yells at him. "You're not my real dad, you're just a stupid tin can, I hate you!" Kid proceeds to slam the door to their room and hide away. S/O goes to talk to the kid but to no avail.

-*Sad Optimus noises* He tries so hard, and feels disappointed when his efforts are futile.

-Optimus goes for a late night drive to get some space and let the kid cool down. On his way back home he sees the kid walking on the side of the road (running away). He stops and offers the kid a ride. The teen ignores him. "I'll take you to your other bio parent." Optimus offers. It is a long walk so the kid agrees. They drive in silence for a while then Optimus speaks in his Optimus way.

"I am not your parent. That is a role I was never trying to claim. Your real parents will always be there. I am here for your mother/father because I love them, and they love you so I want to be civil and be there for you as best I can. It is a struggle as I am not a human. There is much I do not understand about human culture, but your mother/father is helping me. And I would definitely appreciate it if you helped me with human customs as well. I never wish to impose, and if you so desire I will stay away from you. But I will stay by your parents side, and as long as you shall live I will protect you with my life because you are their child."

-It's silence for a couple minutes, then the child just starts crying. Optimus lets them cry and figure out what they want to say. "Can you take me back home?" Optimus turns around and drives back to his S/O's place. He also goes a little over the speed limit, to try and cheer the kid up.

-It takes a lot of effort on both parts. But with time they come to like each other and are able to hang out together and have fun.

#ask #optimus prime #Optimus #transformers #bayverse #bayverse transformers

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