#makes absolutely everyone in the room uncomfortable when he talks about it would not recommend asking him

[ventismacchiato]

mr. oblivious

The entire staff at the new school you work at consistently attempt at getting you and another rather aloof teacher, Kuni, together after witnessing you interact quite often. The catch is that you both are married, and none of the staff have figured it out, yet.

scaramouche x g!n reader

established relationship, married, modern teacher au

2.7k words

a/n: sorry if it clogs up ur feed 😭 everytime i do the keep reading thing it crashes for me so, transferred from ao3 so if there’s any weird typos lmk

It took about three weeks at your new job for you to notice something was going on with your co-workers, and your students as well to top it off. It was as if they were all in on some inside joke you weren’t a part of, or perhaps the center of it. But that might just be your own insecurities about being the newest teacher at this school.

You had recently been laid off as a literature teacher after working at the same high school for a few years due to lack of budget to support the creative arts.

So, instead of educating high schoolers, you deemed it would be much better to teach a group of younger kids, much easier and stress free. After a couple of weeks you had gotten a job as the Art teacher at the very school your husband worked at thanks to his recommendation. Everyone there was very accepting of you and you felt right at home, for a while at least.

It was much different then being a literature professor for older kids, now you got to do finger painting for a living. And even though your English degree was collecting dust, (you shed a tear at this every night), you were actually enjoying your time teaching for once. Little children were much more bearable than high schoolers. There were no love triangles you had to deal with, kids giving handjobs under the desks, or getting paper planes thrown at you. The most drama that ever happened in your elementary classes was when Timmie wouldn’t share the red crayons with anyone.

Well, you were enjoying it. Past tense.

Ever since you ended up catching teachers and students halting their whispers when you walked by you’ve been rather uneasy.

You brought it up to Kuni during dinner one night and the other male merely shrugged, but that one was on you though. Kuni didn’t interact with any of his co-workers unless he absolutely had to. It was a surprise he was a favorite teacher among the students, unbeknownst to you it was because the children found the male handsome and his teaching style atrocious.

You were surprised to learn none of your co-workers had even held a coherent conversation with Kuni, despite him working there for much of his career. So when Venti, one of the school’s music teachers, let out a gasp at seeing Kuni sitting beside you in the staff room, he was taken aback. Kuni never went out of his way to make new friends, it seems he was content with the little to no socializing he did in college and called it a day.

“So, what’s your secret?” Venti sang, sidling up next to you as he poured himself a cup of coffee, “How’d you get the ever so stoic Kuni to talk to you for longer than a minute?”

“What are you on about?” you chuckled, taking a tentative sip of the hot beverage, you didn’t want to burn your tongue again, it had ruined your entire week last time, “I just talk?”

Venti and you quickly clicked upon your moving careers, there was something calming about the constant chitter chatter that left his mouth. Although, it was also a little annoying at times. Like right now.

“Last time I did that he just glared at me,” Venti dramatically sighed, “Maybe he has his eyes on you.”

“Ooh, are we talking about KuniYn?” Lisa grinned, the actual English teacher, walking into the staff room.

“What the hell is KuniYn?” you questioned, growing uncomfortable, why was everyone obsessing over you and Kuni? Was this their way of welcoming you?

“I’m going to exit this conversation now,” you mumbled, turning around when you bumped into the other half of said conversation.

And to your horror, a little splash of his coffee landed on the other male.

A collective gasp was heard from the staff room, preparing themselves for the ever so aloof male to lash out. Last time Bennett spilled his drink on Kuni the dark-haired male had the entire staff shaking in their seats.

“Careful,” Kuni mumbled, catching his arm on your shoulder to steady you before making his way past you to make himself a cup of coffee, not batting an eye as he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at it to lessen the soak.

“Fuck, sorry,” you immediately apologized, grabbing the napkin from Kuni and placing your mug down, “Do you want my jacket?”

“It’s fine,” Kuni assured, picking up your mug and handing it back to you before grabbing his own mug that was now full and leaving the room, but not before patting your waist fondly on his way out.

You made sure to pointedly ignore Venti and Lisa’s loud snickers as you hurriedly left the room.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Everyone’s intentions became clear when you overheard your own students conversing about you. The utter betrayal.

You were running a little late to your class that afternoon after a lively student had spilled glitter on you earlier that morning, you spent a good five minutes scrubbing it off your hands in the staff bathroom before making your way back to class. You had left your classroom door ajar in a hurry to leave, which made it easy for you to eavesdrop on your students when you heard Kuni’s name spoken for the nth time that day.

“I saw them eating lunch in Sir Kuni’s room the other day when I went to get my backpack!” Luo insisted, a lollipop hanging halfway out of her mouth as the group that had gathered around her table eagerly nodded along to her story, “I think they like-like each other!”

“Like-like?” Qiqi drawled out, tapping her chin, “That’s very serious.“

“We should make them be a couple!” Klee giggled, clapping her hands, “Teacher Y/n is very nice! Mister Kuni is too strict for them but it’s okay.”

So this was what your coworkers were giggling about, they thought that you and Kuni were pining for each other. Which wasn’t necessarily untrue, but had Kuni really not mentioned being married even once?

Truth be told, you never wore your ring to school, you didn’t want any paint or glitter to get stuck between the diamonds and have to pay to get it cleaned, but did Kuni really leave his ring at home too? Seems even Mathematics teachers were prone to disasters via children.

“Alright, back to your respected tables, please,” you greeted as you made your way back into class, ignoring the exuberant glances the children gave you. “Valentines is coming up this week, how about we make little cards for your friends?”

“Or boyfriends,” Klee giggled behind her hands as the class shrieked in laughter. You merely patted her on the head and sighed. Today was going to be quite the long day.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“—I say we send Y/n a Valentine in Kuni’s name, we all know he won’t do it himself!” Venti rebuked, pointing an accusatory finger at Hutao.

“Shouldn’t we give him the benefit of the doubt!” Hutao huffed in response, “They’re clearly into one another.”

“You got it all wrong, Y/n will make the first move and we should allow them to do so,” Xingqiu, the school’s librarian, drawled, tapping his finger on his chin. “I believe they will ask Kuni out on Valentine’s!”

“Are you guys chatting about me again?” you deadpanned, already backing out of the room, but your back ran into something, or rather someone.

“Clumsy as always,” Kuni murmured, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you out of the way, “What are you idiots looking at?” he questioned, glaring at Venti who was stifling a laugh.

“You never come in here, I should be interrogating you!” Xiangling defended, hands on her hips.

“Lunch,” Kuni dryly stated, reverting back to his one word answers, and handed a bag to you, “You said you were craving Chinese earlier.”

The familiar smell of fried rice wafted through the room as you peered inside the bag, “You remembered? Thank you.”

Kuni hummed, turning to leave the staff room and hermit himself in his classroom once again.

The moment he left all hell broke loose.

“SEE! I knew Kuni would make a move!”

“But it’s not Valentine’s yet! Y/n still has a chance!"

“We should just lock them up at this rate, this is getting frustrating.”

You clutched the bag tightly and walked out the room, ignoring the shouts questioning the nature of you and Kuni’s relationship that your coworkers shot behind you.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Kuni?” you called out, knocking on the door as you opened it, which took away the action’s purpose but you were impatient.

Said male looked up from where he was typing and gave you a glance before averting his eyes back, humming to show he was listening.

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked, shutting the door behind you as you pulled up one of the students’ chairs to sit beside Kuni, leaning back into it as Kuni gestured to his half finished take out box.

“Everyone thinks you and I have a crush on each other,” you blurted, leaning your chin on your palm as you watched Kuni work, watching how his nimble fingers came to a stop at your words.

“A crush?” Kuni repeated, turning to face you, “What? That’s childish.”

“They don’t know we’re married!” you huffed, “Did you not tell them? Where’s your ring?”

“It never came up,” Kuni mused, “Last time I wore my ring I took it off to help a teacher out and when I came back the brats were tossing it, so I started leaving it at home.”

“Oh, it seems they’ve never seen us with our rings,” you frowned, causing Kuni to spin on his chair to face you, an amused smile on his face.

“They just can’t believe I managed to make you mine,” Kuni shrugged, chuckling at the immediate shove you sent to his shoulder.

“Stop trying to be corny,” you smiled, reaching out to tug on his dress shirt and yank him closer.

Without a second of hesitation, your guys’ lips interlocked as if it were second nature. The familiarity behind Kuni’s every touch was still as refreshing as it was years ago when you both first met.

The moment was interrupted with a gasp from afar, and both of you pulled apart to see who had walked in on them, exhaling a sigh of relief to see it wasn’t one of the students. But perhaps this was worse.

Kazuha was staring with a flushed face before he realized he had come over for a specific reason and walked up to Kuni’s desk, dropping a file onto it which led Kuni to groan and sadly flip through it.

“So how long have you two been together?” Kazuha drawled, leaning forward as Kuni shot him a glare. Despite being one of the few people Kuni actually sort of talked to, it seems even Kazuha hadn’t known of their relationship status.

“Since graduating college, married now,” you answered, earning a smile from Kazuha as he nodded, turning to make his leave.

“I’m so winning this bet–”

“What bet? KAZUHA GET BACK HERE! WHAT BET?!”

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Valentine’s day had finally decided to make an appearance, and the school would not let it pass by without a proper send off. The hallways were adorned with pink ribbons and little drawings the kids made, along with the occasional love is love poster and rainbow flag. There were streamers hanging on every doorway, and you couldn’t count how many kids you had to help untangle themselves after getting stuck.

At least it looked pretty.

“I tried to get them to sing Bad Romance, can you believe they’ve never heard of it?”

“Venti, they are children,” Kazuha mused, shaking his head as he unwrapped one of the many chocolates they had lying around for Valentines.

“As their other music teacher you should add it into the curriculum,” Venti huffed, perking up as you entered the room, “There they are!”

“Me?” you repeated, about to take a seat next to them when Xingqiu pointed to the large basket of flowers sitting on the table, “Looks like someone has an admirer,” you added, peering into the basket.

“It arrived this morning, the card says it’s addressed to you? But there’s no sender,” Xingqiu mused.

“Coward,” Lisa reprimanded, “How will I get my daily dose of drama if I don’t know who it’s from?”

“I can infer,” you laughed, tugging on the card, “Probably my husband,” you thought aloud as you read the writing, a smile growing on your face. You were so absorbed in the note that you didn’t notice the staff room grow quiet.

“Hold up, you’re married?!” Venti shrieked, getting up from his seat, “No way.”

“Is that unbelievable?” you frowned, holding up your left hand, “Been married for six years now.”

“Oh my god, we’ve been trying to set you up this entire time!” Xiangling cried out, covering her mouth, “This is so embarrassing! I didn’t know you had someone at home!”

“I’m surprised you guys didn’t know,” you sheepishly laughed, twirling one of the flowers from the basket between your fingers, “You guys have met him before.”

Kazuha snickered behind his chocolate bar as the other staff looked at him.

“So THAT’s why you made a bet saying Y/n married to someone, I thought you just had a gambling addiction,” Xiangling scoffed, hitting Kazuha on the shoulder as he cackled.

“Pay up,” Kazuha grinned as you shook your head.

“Can’t believe you all made a bet and tried to set me up,” you mumbled.

“Yikes, I told Kuni I would get him a date tonight with you offhandedly,” Lisa admitted, looking ashamed as the door to the staff door opened.

Kuni stepped in, but instead of letting him pass by unnoticed as usual you tugged on his sleeve, shooting him a soft smile.

“Thank you for the basket, Kuni,” you thanked, caressing the other male’s arm to show your affection. Neither of you were big on pda, it was a lot for you both to even hug in public. Mostly due to Kuni’s awkwardness with it, but he made up for it by showing affection behind closed doors.

Kuni merely hummed, awkwardly shuffling his feet, you felt a little bad about putting him on the spot but you wanted to show off your husband for once!

“Pause,” Venti stated, pointing between the two of them, “No fucking way.”

“I just lost so much money,” Lisa groaned, sucking her teeth and already pulling out her wallet as Kazuha gleefully counted his bills.

“I’m still processing,” Xingqiu murmured, staring between the two of them, “What, when, and where?”

“I don’t know what you mean by what, we started dating in senior year of highschool, and got married in the town Kuni grew up,” you answered, firmly grasping Kuni’s arm so as to not let him escape. He was already trying to run off.

“I owe Kazuha money?” Albedo questioned as he overheard the conversation walking into the staff room, “No way was his hypothesis correct.”

“Suck my dick,” Kazuha grinned, opening his palm as Albedo sighed and slapped a twenty on it, rolling his eyes as the other male gloated.

“You guys are so fucking annoying,” Kuni complained, but his threat didn’t look at all intimidating as you was pinching his cheek, “Do you really have nothing else to do then try to set me up? No wonder the education system is shit.”

“I’m surprised you even managed to score someone,” Venti giggled, dodging the box of candy Kuni picked up and tossed at him.

“I still have more game than all of you, where’s your partner?” Kuni countered.

“The audacity,” Albedo murmured as Venti huffed in response, the staff room bursting into laughter.

“Guess we need a new project,” Venti grieved, scanning the room till his eyes landed upon Kazuha, “I guess I’ll set you up with someone.”

“You’re gonna what?!” Kazuha exclaimed, his face aghast as the staff immediately started listing off potential candidates

You laughed as you watched Kazuha practically run away from Venti, who was interrogating him on which teachers he found the most attractive.

Your new co-workers were a bit crazy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#kai writes — 📝 #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #genshin scaramouche #teacher scaramouche #genshin teacher

[bowlofsoob]

mr. oblivious

The entire staff at the new school you work at consistently attempt at getting you and another rather aloof teacher, Choi Soobin, together after witnessing you interact quite often. The catch is that you both are married, and none of the staff have figured it out, yet.

choi soobin x gender neutral reader

established relationship, married, teachers au

wc: 2.7k words

It took about three weeks at your new job for you to notice something was going on with your co-workers, and your students as well to top it off. It was as if they were all in on some inside joke you weren’t a part of, or perhaps the center of it. But that might just be your own insecurities about being the newest teacher at this school.

You had recently been laid off as a literature teacher after working at the same high school for a few years due to lack of budget to support the creative arts.

So, instead of educating high schoolers, you deemed it would be much better to teach a group of younger kids, much easier and stress free. After a couple of weeks you had gotten a job as the Art teacher at the very school your husband worked at thanks to his recommendation. Everyone there was very accepting of you and you felt right at home, for a while at least.

It was much different then being a literature professor for older kids, now you got to do finger painting for a living. And even though your English degree was collecting dust, (you shed a tear at this every night), you were actually enjoying your time teaching for once. Little children were much more bearable than high schoolers. There were no love triangles you had to deal with, kids giving handjobs under the desks, or getting paper planes thrown at you. The most drama that ever happened in your elementary classes was when Haerin wouldn’t share the red crayons with anyone.

Well, you were enjoying it. Past tense.

Ever since you ended up catching teachers and students halting their whispers when you walked by you’ve been rather uneasy.

You brought it up to Soobin during dinner one night and the other male merely shrugged, but that one was on you though. Soobin didn’t interact with any of his co-workers unless he absolutely had to. It was a surprise he was a favorite teacher among the students, unbeknownst to you it was because the children found the male handsome and his teaching style atrocious.

You were surprised to learn none of your co-workers had even held a coherent conversation with Soobin, despite him working there for much of his career. So when Beomgyu, one of the school’s music teachers, let out a gasp at seeing Soobin sitting beside you in the staff room, he was taken aback. Soobin never went out of his way to make new friends, it seems he was content with the little to no socializing he did in college and called it a day.

“So, what’s your secret?” Beomgyu sang, sidling up next to you as he poured himself a cup of coffee, “How’d you get the ever so quiet Soobin to talk to you for longer than a minute?”

“What are you on about?” you chuckled, taking a tentative sip of the hot beverage, you didn’t want to burn your tongue again, it had ruined your entire week last time, “I just talk?”

Beomgyu and you quickly clicked upon your moving careers, there was something calming about the constant chitter chatter that left his mouth. Although, it was also a little annoying at times. Like right now.

“Last time I did that he just glared at me,” Beomgyu dramatically sighed, “Maybe he has his eyes on you.”

“Ooh, are we talking about SoobinYn?” Hueningkai grinned, the actual English teacher, walking into the staff room.

“What the hell is SoobinYn?” you questioned, growing uncomfortable, why was everyone obsessing over you and Soobin? Was this their way of welcoming you?

“I’m going to exit this conversation now,” you mumbled, turning around when you bumped into the other half of said conversation.

And to your horror, a little splash of your coffee landed on the other.

A collective gasp was heard from the staff room, preparing themselves for the ever so aloof male to lash out. Last time Yeonjun spilled his drink on Soobin the dark-haired male had the entire staff shaking in their seats.

“Careful,” Soobin mumbled, catching his arm on your shoulder to steady you before making his way past you to make himself a cup of coffee, not batting an eye as he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at it to lessen the soak.

“Fuck, sorry,” you immediately apologized, grabbing the napkin from Soobin and placing your mug down, “Do you want my jacket?”

“It’s fine,” Soobin assured, picking up your mug and handing it back to you before grabbing his own mug that was now full and leaving the room, but not before patting your waist fondly on his way out.

You made sure to pointedly ignore Beomgyu and Hueningkai’s loud snickers as you hurriedly left the room.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Everyone’s intentions became clear when you overheard your own students conversing about you. The utter betrayal.

You were running a little late to your class that afternoon after a lively student had spilled glitter on you earlier that morning, you spent a good five minutes scrubbing it off your hands in the staff bathroom before making your way back to class. You had left your classroom door ajar in a hurry to leave, which made it easy for you to eavesdrop on your students when you heard Soobin’s name spoken for the nth time that day.

“I saw them eating lunch in Sir Soobin’s room the other day when I went to get my backpack!” Hyein insisted, a lollipop hanging halfway out of her mouth as the group that had gathered around her table eagerly nodded along to her story, “I think they like-like each other!”

“Like-like?” Haerin drawled out, tapping her chin, “That’s very serious.“

“We should make them be a couple!” Sunoo giggled, clapping his hands, “Teacher Y/n is very nice! Mister Soobin is not good enough for them but it’s okay.”

So this was what your coworkers were giggling about, they thought that you and Soobin were pining for each other. Which wasn’t necessarily untrue, but had Soobin really not mentioned being married even once?

Truth be told, you never wore your ring to school, you didn’t want any paint or glitter to get stuck between the diamonds and have to pay to get it cleaned, but did Soobin really leave his ring at home too? Seems even Mathematics teachers were prone to disasters via children.

“Alright, back to your respected tables, please,” you greeted as you made your way back into class, ignoring the exuberant glances the children gave you. “Valentines is coming up this week, how about we make little cards for your friends?”

“Or boyfriends,” Sunoo giggled behind his hands as the class shrieked in laughter. You merely patted him on the head and sighed. Today was going to be quite the long day.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“—I say we send Y/n a Valentine in Soobin’s name, we all know he won’t do it himself!” Beomgyu rebuked, pointing an accusatory finger at Yeonjun.

“Shouldn’t we give him the benefit of the doubt!” Yeonjun huffed in response, “They’re clearly into one another.”

“You got it all wrong, Y/n will make the first move and we should allow them to do so,” Taehyun, the school’s gym teacher, drawled, tapping his finger on his chin. “I believe they will ask Soobin out on Valentine’s!”

“Are you guys chatting about me again?” you deadpanned, already backing out of the room, but your back ran into something, or rather someone.

“Clumsy as always,” Soobin murmured, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you out of the way, “What are you idiots looking at?” he questioned, glaring at Beomgyu who was stifling a laugh.

“You never come in here, I should be interrogating you!” Yeonjun defended, hands on his hips.

“Lunch,” Soobin dryly stated, reverting back to his one word answers, and handed a bag to you, “You said you were craving Chinese earlier.”

The familiar smell of fried rice wafted through the room as you peered inside the bag, “You remembered? Thank you.”

Soobin hummed, turning to leave the staff room and hermit himself in his classroom once again.

The moment he left all hell broke loose.

“SEE! I knew Soobin would make a move!”

“But it’s not Valentine’s yet! Y/n still has a chance!"

“We should just lock them up at this rate, this is getting frustrating.”

You clutched the bag tightly and walked out the room, ignoring the shouts questioning the nature of you and Soobin’s relationship that your coworkers shot behind you.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Soobin?” you called out, knocking on the door as you opened it, which took away the action’s purpose but you were impatient.

Said male looked up from where he was typing and gave you a glance before averting his eyes back, humming to show he was listening.

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked, shutting the door behind you as you pulled up one of the students’ chairs to sit beside Soobin, leaning back into it as Soobin gestured to his half finished take out box.

“Everyone thinks you and I have a crush on each other,” you blurted, leaning your chin on your palm as you watched Soobin work, watching how his nimble fingers came to a stop at your words.

“A crush?” Soobin repeated, turning to face you, “What? That’s childish.”

“They don’t know we’re married!” you huffed, “Did you not tell them? Where’s your ring?”

“It never came up,” Soobin mused, “Last time I wore my ring I took it off to help a teacher out and when I came back the kids were tossing it, so I started leaving it at home.”

“Oh, it seems they’ve never seen us with our rings,” you frowned, causing Soobin to spin on his chair to face you, an amused smile on his face.

“They just can’t believe I managed to make you mine,” Soobin shrugged, chuckling at the immediate shove you sent to his shoulder.

“Stop trying to be corny,” you smiled, reaching out to tug on his dress shirt and yank him closer.

Without a second of hesitation, your guys’ lips interlocked as if it were second nature. The familiarity behind Soobin’s every touch was still as refreshing as it was years ago when you both first met.

The moment was interrupted with a gasp from afar, and both of you pulled apart to see who had walked in on them, exhaling a sigh of relief to see it wasn’t one of the students. But perhaps this was worse.

Hueningkai was staring with a flushed face before he realized he had come over for a specific reason and walked up to Soobin’s desk, dropping a file onto it which led Soobin to groan and sadly flip through it.

“So how long have you two been together?” Hueningkai drawled, leaning forward as Soobin shot him a glare. Despite being one of the few people Soobin actually sort of talked to, it seems even Hueningkai hadn’t known of their relationship status.

“Since graduating college, married now,” you answered, earning a smile from Hueningkai as he nodded, turning to make his leave.

“I’m so winning this bet–”

“What bet? HUENINGKAI GET BACK HERE! WHAT BET?!”

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Valentine’s day had finally decided to make an appearance, and the school would not let it pass by without a proper send off. The hallways were adorned with pink ribbons and little drawings the kids made, along with the occasional love is love poster and rainbow flag. There were streamers hanging on every doorway, and you couldn’t count how many kids you had to help untangle themselves after getting stuck.

At least it looked pretty.

“I tried to get them to sing Bad Romance, can you believe they’ve never heard of it?”

“Beomgyu, they are children,” Hueningkai mused, shaking his head as he unwrapped one of the many chocolates they had lying around for Valentines.

“As their English teacher you should add it into the curriculum to analyze or something,” Beomgyu huffed, perking up as you entered the room, “There they are!”

“Me?” you repeated, about to take a seat next to them when Hueningkai pointed to the large basket of flowers sitting on the table, “Looks like someone has an admirer,” you added, peering into the basket.

“It arrived this morning, the card says it’s addressed to you? But there’s no sender,” Beomgyu mused.

“Coward,” Yeonjun reprimanded, “How will I get my daily dose of drama if I don’t know who it’s from?”

“I can infer,” you laughed, tugging on the card, “Probably my husband,” you thought aloud as you read the writing, a smile growing on your face. You were so absorbed in the note that you didn’t notice the staff room grow quiet.

“Hold up, you’re married?!” Beomgyu shrieked, getting up from his seat, “No way.”

“Is that unbelievable?” you frowned, holding up your left hand, “Been married for six years now.”

“Oh my god, we’ve been trying to set you up this entire time!” Yeonjun cried out, covering his mouth, “This is so embarrassing! I didn’t know you had someone at home!”

“I’m surprised you guys didn’t know,” you sheepishly laughed, twirling one of the flowers from the basket between your fingers, “You guys have met him before.”

Hueningkai snickered behind his chocolate bar as the other staff looked at him.

“So THAT’s why you made a bet saying Y/n was married to someone, I thought you just had a gambling addiction,” Yeonjun scoffed, hitting Hueningkai on the shoulder as he cackled.

“Pay up,” Hueningkai grinned as you shook your head.

“Can’t believe you all made a bet and tried to set me up,” you mumbled.

“Yikes, I told Soobin I would get him a date tonight with you offhandedly,” Beomgyu admitted, looking ashamed as the door to the staff door opened.

Soobin stepped in, but instead of letting him pass by unnoticed as usual you tugged on his sleeve, shooting him a soft smile.

“Thank you for the basket, Soobin,” you thanked, caressing the other male’s arm to show your affection. Neither of you were big on PDA, it was a lot for you both to even hug in public. Mostly due to Soobin’s awkwardness with it, but he made up for it by showing affection behind closed doors.

Soobin merely hummed, awkwardly shuffling his feet. You felt a little bad about putting him on the spot, but you wanted to show off your husband for once!

“Pause,” Beomgyu stated, pointing between the two of them, “No fucking way.”

“I just lost so much money,” Yeonjun groaned, sucking his teeth and already pulling out his wallet as Hueningkai gleefully counted his bills.

“I’m still processing,” Beomgyu murmured, staring between the two of them, “What, when, and where?”

“I don’t know what you mean by what, we started dating in senior year of highschool, and got married in the town Soobin grew up in,” you answered, firmly grasping Soobin’s arm so as to not let him escape. He was already trying to run off.

“I owe Hueningkai money?” Taehyun questioned as he overheard the conversation walking into the staff room, “No way was his hypothesis correct.”

“Suck my dick,” Hueningkai grinned, opening his palm as Taehyun sighed and slapped a twenty on it, rolling his eyes as the other male gloated.

“You guys are so fucking annoying,” Soobin complained, but his threat didn’t look at all intimidating as you were pinching his cheek, “Do you really have nothing else to do then try to set me up? No wonder the education system is shit.”

“I’m surprised you even managed to score someone,” Beomgyu giggled, dodging the box of candy Soobin picked up and tossed at him.

“I still have more game than all of you, where’s your partner?” Soobin countered.

“The audacity,” Taehyun murmured as Beomgyu huffed in response, the staff room bursting into laughter.

“Guess we need a new project,” Beomgyu grieved, scanning the room till his eyes landed upon Hueningkai, “I guess I’ll set you up with someone.”

“You’re gonna what?!” Hueningkai exclaimed, his face aghast as the staff immediately started listing off potential candidates

You laughed as you watched Hueningkai practically run away from Beomgyu, who was interrogating him on which teachers he found the most attractive.

Your new co-workers were a bit crazy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#txt smau #txt x reader #soobin x reader #soobin x gender neutral reader #soobin x yn #soobin x y/n #soobin x gn reader #soobin x male reader #choi soobin x reader #choi soobin x you #soobin smau #choi soobin smau

[yongbokkari]

affections ੈ✩‧˚

pairing ↳ lee felix x y/n reader

word count ↳ 2.4k+

warnings ↳ misunderstanding, arguments, mentions of food, overthinking, slight hints of falling out of love and breaking up, happy ending !!

author's note ↳ this is my first time so it may be bad im sorry but bear with me 🥹 and english is not my first language so grammar may be a bit eh im so sorry 🥲

It’s been long ago that you found out about Felix being fond of physical touch, just from observing the way he behaved with people around him. It’s adorable, really, and now that you’re together it’s even more of a quality of his that you just absolutely love.

But you never got just why he rarely ever did the same for you. When you first got to know each other, way before your feelings developed, he intended more physical touches than he even as little as let his thigh brush yours when you sit close to him now. You couldn’t help but overthink about it.

Is he feeling okay? Did I do something wrong? Do I make him uncomfortable? Is he losing feelings? Does he hate me? The thoughts worsen each time.

You’ve tried initiating the contact—adjusting his hair when it gets in the way of his view, firmly holding his hand when crossing the road, giving him a hug when it’s been quite long since you last saw each other. But each effort was met with little to no effort of reciprocation. He either avoids getting the contact to happen or tries to make it last for only a while. The actions never went unnoticed by you and it made you heartbroken.

Felix was such a sweetheart, you were sure even if you did something wrong he would not confront you with such a straightforward attitude, afraid to hurt your feelings. Little did he know slowing down the process was hurting you more.

The overwhelming situation took over almost all of the space inside your head and when Chan invited you and Felix over with the others to have a sleepover, you wanted to refuse and just stay home but Felix would probably sense that something was wrong and insisted to stay at home with you. You didn’t want to take away his time with his friends so you just went along, trying to shake away the heavy cloud looming over your head.

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“Whose turn is it to pick the movie?” Chan asked while turning on the TV while some was sorting the snacks on the coffee table.

Han eagerly raised his hand, excited to be the one in charge of the entertainment for the night, which raised groans. “Wait, wait, I know all of you are expecting me to pick Howl’s Moving Castle again, but tonight I’m feeling a bit... different,” he giggled to himself before turning to the television to set it up.

As everyone settled down—Seungmin, Jeongin, you and Felix shared a couch and a blanket while the others decided to sit on the floor just so they’ll be closer to the snacks. As the movie started, the title ‘On Your Wedding Day’ appeared and Han mentioned that a friend of his recommended the movie to him.

Throughout the movie, you could feel Felix’s eyes on you at times, looking back and forth between you and the TV. Usually you would cry when watching movies like this but in your head, you were worrying about Felix the whole time.

Was he fine with sitting close to you like this? You didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable. You tried preventing your leg from bouncing to not show how nervous you were. Thankfully you had never been one to talk much when you’re with the members so you didn’t have to make an effort to make small talks and comments about the movie.

As the movie finished, everyone decided to call it a day. As soon as you went into the room you and Felix shared, you got into the bathroom to do your skincare. Felix got into the bathroom soon after to do his, so you stood in front of the mirror side by side without saying a word to each other the whole time.

Before this the silence would feel comfortable, but now with your feelings all jumbled up you questioned whether or not it was a good thing that you two did not share any sort of interaction.

You got on the left side of the bed and faced upwards, waiting for Felix to lay beside you. A few moments after he did, you tried to find the courage to ask him of the truth. It was too much for you to bear, not knowing what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he thought of you and if somehow his feelings had changed from what he felt at the beginning of the relationship.

You slowly sat up and faced him. “Felix?” You called, to which he hummed as a response and landed his eyes on you. Upon seeing your serious expression, he got alarmed and sat up.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just... I need to talk to you about something,” You were looking down at your hand that was fidgeting with the comforter of the bed, a result from the anxiety you were experiencing.

Apart from all the darkness clouds of thoughts racking your brain, there was a small part that was holding on to a light of hope, thinking, praying that your mind just paid too much attention to every single detail that should’ve never been that important. That perhaps his feelings were alike to what yours were, still the same as it had ever been or maybe even growing much more than when you were at the starting point of the relationship.

But the light was getting dimmer as each day passed by.

You sat in silence for a long moment, neither one of you breaking it. “Y/n?” Felix called, his voice as sweet and as soft as it had always been, and he reached out to hold your hand.

Why now, when you were ready to confront him about this ? Why now, when you were begging for one as simple as this before from him and granting it seemed like an impossible task for him to do?

The confrontation would possibly leave you two heartbroken. Or maybe it won’t. Maybe it would only be one-sided, but either way you were certain that you couldn’t leave the argument without your heart breaking more than it already was.

“Did I do something?” You slowly raised your head to look him in the eye.

“What do you mean?” He asked, with his eyebrows furrowed and a hint of a frown on his lips.

“Or was it something I said? Were there any arguments we left unsettled? If you want, we can finish it now, we can be done with it, and-”

“No, love you didn’t do anything and there’s nothing to finish, what do you mean?” Felix asked, his expression growing more concerned, his thumbs caressing your hand to ease you.

“Then why are you doing this?” The confusion didn’t leave his face, so you continued, “Avoiding my touches like it would somehow hurt you. Are we falling out, is that what this is? Are your feelings for me gone? You can be honest it’s fine.” At this point you could feel your tears threatening to stream down your face but you fought it, not wanting to cause Felix to feel bad just because you were getting sensitive.

“We’re not-”

“Then why? I’ve seen you with the others and you were fine. You hugged them and you touched them and I could see and even feel your love for them, but what about me, Felix? If wanting to feel your touch makes me needy and clingy then so be it because how do I not be when you wouldn’t even let any parts of you even brush against mine? I’ve tried convincing myself that I was overthinking the whole thing, but... I don’t know, lately it’s all forming a puzzle.”

The tears that you fought against so hard were too strong and you could feel them going down your face. “So just tell me now. Right now. Be honest with me. Do you still want to be with me? If you don’t, it’s okay, I won’t make a big deal out of it. It is what it is and some things are meant to end, and-“ Your sentence was cut off as Felix’s hands reached to cradle your face, wiping your tears delicately with his thumbs.

“You really love jumping to conclusions, don’t you?” He asked and voiced a low chuckle. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I never intended to, but I did and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make up for it. But I guess I kind of assumed things too. I knew that you didn’t really favour physical touch. I’ve seen how you tried to retract yourself when people touch you. I’ve seen how uncomfortable you get because of it. I didn’t want to do that to you. So I tried holding myself back from all the hugs that I wanted to give you, from all the holding hands I wanted to do. It even made me realize just how good I was at self restraint. Or maybe it’s because it concerned you.”

“But wasn’t it enough of an approval when I touched you first?” You asked, the words barely comprehensible as you fought with the lump in your throat.

“Love, you’re a wonderful person. It wouldn’t be impossible that you only did so just because you knew I liked physical touches. I didn’t want you to think I liked it when you abandoned your needs only to meet mine. That’s not fair. You should never think that. But... I guess that’s where I’m in the wrong too.”

His thumbs started caressing your cheeks again as he brought your face closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell that you wanted me to touch you. I never thought you would because Hyunjin told me that back then you didn’t really enjoy being touched by others and were more inclined towards words. You had been friends with him for years, so I trusted him. I tried to show my affections for you through other ways, but I guess I’m too accustomed to touching that it didn't really show. I should’ve never assumed like that instead of asking you about it, I’m so sorry.” You could see his gaze softening from the guilt he was feeling.

“No, I’m sorry. I also should’ve asked you straight away if you were okay instead of just making things up... Were you? Okay?” He nodded at that with a smile, so you continued. “I guess it was true. I used to really hate touching people, even my siblings and friends. But... I don’t know I guess you bring that side out of me.” You looked down at your hands again, embarrassed to admit just how smitten you were with him.

Then, Felix raised your head with his fingers on your chin. “And I’m glad I did.” He went for a hug then and you had never felt like crying more than you did at that moment. You hugged him as much force as he did, or maybe even more.

You stayed like that for a while, in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Both of you slowly pulled back but even then, you stay connected through his hands holding yours. His right hand left yours to wipe the stain of tears on your face and asked, “Are you feeling better?” He asked, and that soft and sweet smile was still on his lips. You nodded and asked him the same thing, to which he nodded to.

“Thank you for being patient and putting up with me, I... I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” You held back the tears that were threatening to come out because of the guilt you were feeling.

“I hardly feel like I am. But you know I’d do anything if it was for you,” His thumbs were swiping the back of your hand now. “But, I guess you can’t say the same... I mean, you did say ‘Some things are meant to end.’”

You hit his thigh lightly, smiling. “You know I didn’t mean that,” You said to which he chuckled. Then you just stared at each other, until you finally bring out the words you’ve been thinking for a while. “Can you kiss me?”

He chuckled and slowly came forward. He cradled the left side of your face and leaned in until your lips touched. It was a slow one, with no intention of becoming more. Both of you were tired, and it felt like heaven to be able to relax in each others’ hold like this.

You slowly broke apart and both left the kiss with slightly flushed cheeks and a smile. Then , he topped it with a kiss on your cheek, which just made your face even redder. “Should we go to sleep now?” He asked to which you nodded.

You turned off the bedside lamp and took off your spectacles and just as you laid down, you felt Felix’s hand on your waist and his face right beside yours. You turned towards him, and his leg immediately went to straddle yours.

“I’ve always wanted to sleep with you like this, so you can’t do anything about it,” He said with his eyes closed and you chuckled.

“No complaints.”

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You were really glad you had that talk with Felix because boy, was he touchy the next day. When you woke up, he didn’t want to let you go and insisted that you stayed in bed but you persuaded him to come with you. So you brushed your teeth and did your skincare together. All while he’s right beside you.

Everyone either hadn’t woken up yet or just stayed in bed, so you made pancakes for you and Felix. Even then, he was hugging you from behind but then was afraid that you would get hurt because he was restricting your movements, so he got himself to prepare the plates and utensils needed.

He took a picture of you and the pancakes and when he showed it to you, you heard him mumble “So pretty.” You ate together while talking about your plans for the week and he complimented you exaggeratedly about the pancakes when both of you knew it was a simple recipe.

The boys woke up so you were about to get up and make some for them but Felix said you didn’t have to and got up to make them instead. You watched him move as he flipped the pancakes, his movements so elegant and delicate. Each time he turned around and saw you staring at him, he gave you a soft smile and continued making the pancakes.

Amidst the chaos of the boys greeting each other and being excited that breakfast was ready, you wondered to yourself if it could get any more perfect than this. You could feel your heart mending and being full of hope that this beam of happiness you're feeling and seeing would stay in your life forever.

#skz angst #felix angst #lee felix #felix x y/n #felix x you #felix x reader #skz #stray kids #skz fic #felix fluff #skz fluff

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Pillow Talk

Pairing: Rupert Giles x Nicole Giles

A/N: This takes place sometimes during the second half of season 7

The soft sound of others’ breathing as they slept filled the room. It was one of those unbearable nights where sleep was just out of reach despite how absolutely exhausted Nic has been, both physically and mentally. Plus she had yet to adjust back to California time. It was 7am back in England. Right now she and Rupert should be finishing their morning routine and getting ready to start their days. The bakery would have opened for customers half an hour ago. Maybe she should call Janet and see how things are going…

“Rupert?” Nic poked his shoulder gently, quietly calling out his name. “Are you awake?”

“Unfortunately,” he whispered back, groaning as he rolled over to face her. The air mattress on the floor was very uncomfortable even without them being squished together. She gave him a nervous smile through the darkness and moonlight. “What are you doing awake?”

“Can’t sleep.” Burying her face in his neck, she let out a sigh. “I keep thinking about the future.”

Giles furrowed his brows. “The future?” His hand rested on her back, rubbing small circles.

Nic shrugged. “Our future. What we’re going to do after this is all over.” There was a beat. “I usually get really sentimental during the end of the world. Don’t you?”

An amused smile came over his features. “Not really.” He cleared his throat and tucked her head under his chin. “Do you want to tell me about these sentimental thoughts?”

He couldn’t see it, but her face grew red at his request. “Well now that they’re gonna be said out loud, they sound stupid.” She pouted.

“They aren’t stupid,” he assured her quietly. “You can tell me if you’d like.”

“I know we’re supposed to be staying focused, but the only thing keeping me sane is the thought of us going home after this is over.”

“What do we do when we get home?” He asked. There was silence, and he could feel her hesitation. “You can tell me, darling.”

Nic took in a deep breath, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his shoulder. “We start a family—” she let out the breath and continued “—I mean, we talked about it once after Dawn had that date with the vampire guy, the idea of… having kids. We haven’t really picked it up since…” Giles hummed as she rambled. “Just a few, maybe. They’d have your eyes, maybe one or more of them is musically talented like their father. We’d invite Yarrow over whenever they can make it to Sunday family dinners. We’d make sure the kids go to a nice school close by in a good school district. Encourage their studies no matter what it is— even if it’s clown college.”

“You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” Giles kissed the top of her head.

She nodded. “My brain is thirty years in the future. You’ve already given our daughter away at her wedding.”

He chuckled quietly at that. “I’m sure her partner is lovely.”

“I’m sure they will be too.” Nic hummed, thoughts racing. “I should call up Janet to see if the bakery is okay, and Miss Mavis too. I hope Mavey doesn’t miss us too much.”

“I’m sure if she misses anyone she misses you more.”

“But you’re the one she follows through the house like a little shadow.” Nic yawned, snuggling her face further into his neck. “I hope Mavis is good with kids.”

“She’s the most relaxed cat I’ve ever met. I’m sure she’ll be fine when we have children.”

“Maybe we should bring the Magic Box to London. You could set up right next to the bakery.”

“I thought you loved me,” he said light-heartedly, earning a smile from his exhausted wife. “Don’t make me interact with customers.”

“Then stop coming into the bakery and talking everyone’s ears off with recommendations,” she mumbled against his neck.

“It’s not my fault your mocha scones are so addicting!” He protested.

“I can’t wait to go home with you,” Nic slurred tiredly. “I hate—” she was interrupted by a yawn “—putting our lives on pause because of an apocalypse.”

“Hopefully this will be the last one, at least for quite some time. Then we can start our lives together,” Giles promised quietly. There was no response, and he realized why when he heard the soft snoring from her. He smiled, pulling her closer against him, and she subconsciously snuggled closer to him. “Works every time,” he whispered.

Tags: @hyperionshipping @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos @speedstershipping @silverhardt @canongf

#mywriting #otp: how to love a werewolf #my librarian #bad for crow

[skepticalarrie]

Allie!! I’ve been to the Haunted Museum in Vegas! Not to be all ✨I’m an empath✨ but the vibes in there are INTENSE. 😩😩😩 It gave me such much anxiety I couldn’t sleep that night after we got back to the hotel and my friend/coworker had a terrible headache that didn’t go away until we got out of the actual building itself. 😅

Quick story! I was in Vegas for a work conference (and JLO’s residency was sold out) so we decided to check it out for fun. The Uber driver asked kindly if they could just drop us off across the street because they didn’t want to pull into the parking lot of the actual museum. They said they’d heard a lot of spooky things about it and it always made them uncomfortable when they had to drop off passengers, especially at night 💀 We thought it was part of the fun so we said sure. Then once inside, I had a weird experience at the end of the tour. They have a room decorated like the cabin of a boat that has memorabilia of Natalie Wood. I don’t know if you know her story but she went missing while sailing with her husband and Christopher Walken. Her body was found, the most likely explanation being she fell overboard and drowned but people suspect foul play. While in the room with our tour group, I started to feel like I was swaying. Like when you’re on the deck of a boat, you know? It went away when we left the room but it was such a bizarre feeling. I mentioned to my coworker that it was a cool addition to make the floor move and she said she didn’t know what I was talking about. 💀💀So I went to the tour guide to confirm and she said “no, we don’t have any additional effects in that room but a lot do people say they feel that sensation.” 💀💀💀💀💀 It was fun in the sense that I love spooky things so we were able to laugh about it the next day. But they also have a lot of artifacts from actual serial killers so the energy in some rooms was VERY heavy and upsetting. I only felt comfortable in one room that had a couple costume pieces that belonged to Robin Williams and Heath Ledger. It was definitely an experience and I recommend it if you are really interested in true crime and the paranormal. But I always caution people to look up reviews too if you happen to be sensitive to darker topics. That said, the staff was amazing and checked in on everyone regularly to make sure we were good since it’s about an hour tour in total.

Oh my god, M 🫠🫠🫠 Since that anon mentioned the haunted museum earlier I’ve been watching some videos and I couldn’t be more freaked out about it. Your story was just the cherry on top, that’s absolutely terrifying 😩 I love it 😌 lol but seriously if that was me I would have walked out immediately!! That’s insane, thank you so much for sharing it! I’m glad you at least enjoyed some aspects of it.

I was watching this video where they show a rocking chair that is apparently cursed or something and it gives people really bad back pain, and the guy on the video started having back pain immediately just for standing next to the chair. (Although Zak Bagans kept telling him it was because he mocked the chair, so he was screaming YOU MOCKED THE CHAIR nonstop - anyway, absolutely great and chaotic video 10/10). So it seems like a lot of people feel actual physical discomfort like you did. Fuck, I live by myself and I should actually be sleeping by now, I think I will have some issues with that. Help💀

#ask

[tower-of-erinyes]

...no longer young and beautiful | Trial 2-6 | Ruri | RE and ATTN: Everyone

There’s so much…noise. Voices overlap, and it's hard to make out certain words and phrases. There’s pointing, theatrics, just like the last trial. She shouldn’t be surprised, given the group of people she’s surrounded by, and…she’s not.

If anything, she’s disappointed.

As attention seems to fall on her, Ruri sighs heavily, her words coming out all at once.

“How boring…”

[ ♪♫♪ ]

Her posture straightens a bit, the look in her eyes perhaps the most clear you’ve seen them yet. There’s nothing hazy or floaty about her right now.

“Memory was a brilliant girl, you know. I knew that from the moment I met her. It’s why I wanted to help her, to save her, even…”

She smiles, but it’s...certainly not a comforting sight.

“She came to me during the motive, wanting to try and find a solution to everyone’s memories disappearing. And, like any good doctor, I agreed…after all, just like her notes say, memories and dreams correlate more than you may think! She was a wonderful student…just like all of her recommendation letters say. I felt…awful, absolutely awful, for the things she had to suffer through here.”

Ruri looks around the room for a moment, smile falling.

“Making her so uneasy, so uncomfortable…stealing her things for personal gain? And for what, a stupid little party that ended up derailing so badly, no one even wants to remember it?! You’re disgusting people, absolutely disgusting. That’s exactly why I stole her notebook back from Dante…I mean when I’ve been stealing the pillows for her, and the blankets for myself, it’s not like it was a hard task or anything!”

The smile is back, and she shakes her head with a little laugh.

“Isn't it natural to want to save someone when they’re in distress? Everything about this place had Memory on edge…I couldn’t bear to watch her struggle with both memory loss and you people picking at her. Something had to be done. And now look at her! A princess, sleeping peacefully forever more…her memories restored…no one lurking around a corner to jump out and prey on her, no…she’s safe and sound in a never-ending dream…she can even see her mother again…”

Another laugh, though this one comes far more naturally now, the smile on her face growing as she speaks. She sounds…sick, intoxicated even.

“And Kesley? Dear, sweet Kesley…with loyalty unmatched by even the greatest of guard dogs? Who also suffered at the hands of you all…or, well, hand really. If we’re going to mention Beni’s single appendage, I think we should be giving him more credit! He still worked hand-cuffs and whipped up an entire breakfast with just a nub, you know! But, I digress, I’m talking about Kesley…

Like putting down the family dog…a necessary evil…the memory loss was driving him to madness. Watching the way he wrote and scribbled and lost his temper trying to remember anything about himself? I promised I would get him out of here…and I did just that! He’s also safe and sound in his dreams now, loyalty rewarded for everything he’s done for me!”

Ruri scans the room again, grinning as she does so. It doesn’t fit her. This is no sheep…this is a wolf in sheep’s clothing…

“So! That’s that then! I’ve done nothing wrong! Memories are, at the very core, what makes a person unique. They’re what make you…well, you! Isn’t it natural to want to save them? Protect them from harm? You’re such miserable people, after all, how could I not step up to the challenge and grant them that? I’m no petty thief like Dante…I’m no ''secret'' psychopath like Akihiro…I’m not even an in-your-face beast like Beni…! No…I’m just a doctor, doing her job, and glad she could! What good does voting for me even do, hm? I have no reason to hurt any of you…unlike some of the others here, you know. As deranged and damaged as you may be, it would be foolish to try anything! You wouldn’t send me off in place of someone who could actually kill you, now, would you? Think a bit! Why not use this chance to take out someone…TRULY NIGHTMARISH…?”

#submission #ruri

[theold-ultraviolence]

hey bestie!

I am glad I am not annoying you and also pls, take all the time that you need and I am sorry that you are going through a tiring and not good period, but I shall hit you with the best vibes possible to have it pass as fast as possible and for you to relax a bit!

I am glad you enjoyed Manuel! I honestly don't have too much knowledge of his discography but he seems like a very cool dude and I'll definitely check out Danny Elfman, as he is new to me! also pls, take all the time you need with my silly little recs, but if you ever want to rant about them, I am here!

also I really like 'hero' because it is very clean + subtle. in general, I feel like the most commercial fragrances for men low key makes me have headaches by how strong they are, instead this one was very soft and clean (and I thought it was a female fragrance, till I got told that it wasn't).

and oh gods, I had the SAME experience while discovering sexuality and in all truth I still feel uncomfortable about it, so I also think that Aemond might be feeling all level of guilt for a totally normal curiosity (also I know it is a serious matter, but I might have this funny image of him checking everywhere in his room as if his mother might barge in at any moment).

also the whole 'waiting for you at the hairdresser' isn't self-indulger because I am the SAME when getting my nails done! (like you better believe that I am an independent woman but Aemond would have to pick out my color because I am so indecisive). and yeah, I agree it's about the wanting to be there and as somebody with social anxiety, I don't know I also feel more comfortable in some situations if there is somebody with me!

also about the anon who spoke about whether Aemond would be interested into a burlesque show: oh gods I love your headcanons about them, because I did burlesque (for (1) year when we were in quarantine because then uni started again and I had to move away) and it's honestly very funny and empowering (if you aren't clumsy like me). so, my idea is that - not to be horny on main - but what about his own partner putting on a show for him?

(this is utterly self-indulgent but I feel like he might also be more comfortable in the domesticity of it all).

but if he went outside, I am imagining those light high-class clubs all polished and with the vintage feeling, and oh gods... is it hot in here or is it just me?

ok ok, i am done!

have a lovely day!

-🌗

Hello, my love! Every time I'm like, I'm gonna get better at replying and I end up sucking even more lol. So sorry it's taken me this long!! Been replying to asks like one day at a time because as if it weren't shitty enough, I got this weird ass headache that wouldn't let me live in peace and I went to the doctor and they were like, 'it's just stress' 💀💀💀💀 GIRL PLEASE, but anyway.....

Just a head's up that Danny Elfman's music is super weird, specifically talking about his Oingo Boingo days, but he's my absolute HERO AND IDOL! I could spend hours just talking about how much I love him, and if you've been following me for a while you already know (or will know) he's just, ughhhh. I think he's such a talented human. Lmao so I do recommend him but I always have to add the disclaimer that he's my goth grandpa and therefore his solo work is not everyone's cup of tea, but he's also scored tons of movies, so that can always be an easy way into his music!

Ok then I LOVE clean and subtle for him, it definitely sounds like that's exactly what he'd look for in a fragrance and I'm drooling just imagining it, bestie. I need to smell that ASAP to have a clearer idea of how Aemond would smell (is this crazy talk? doesn't matter we're far past that).

Re: guilt. Ohhhh not him checking all over his room, that is SO REAL! I used to double-check if my headphones were indeed plugged if I ever pulled up porn, even if I was alone in my room (still do when I listen to audios). And also that whole paranoia of someone walking in on you is too real. Imagine Aemond is living in his own place finally and thinking he's gonna have the freedom to jerk off whenever he wants and then getting hit by that feeling of paranoia aaaaah :'(

And same same SAME about being independent but still wanting the company. Ngl when I was living in Toronto on my own I'd get so melancholic at the end of the day because I'd do all these cool things, go to the movies or a restaurant by myself, and then on the bus ride home I'd be like >:( wanna share this with someone tho.

AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THAT of his partner putting on a show just for him!! 100% can see that he'd be into it because of the intimacy and domesticity of it all. He'd love to have all the attention to himself in a place where he feels comfortable with, and he'd get super turned by watching someone he's already attracted to and loves get all dressed up and sexy for him and him only. And definitely, that was the kind of place I was envisoning in the scenario that he did go out somewhere! All fancy, with dimm lights and very lavish drinks and the whole vibe is vintage and old-school. Bestie that is unbelievable hot, I can't deal. And just the whole mental image of him getting a lapdance or a striptease from his partner? ;lskjdlkjf irma.exe stopped working.

Thank you so much for your patience with me replying, friend! and thank you for dropping by each time, your messages are always such a treat to read and I love to catch up!! Hope you have a lovely weekend! x

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[jazzy-art-time]

When you hate the cat man but he doesn’t feel pain +*~JustSoloThings~*+ Two fun facts! Ryan cannot feel or register pain, his bones can break and he can get wounds but cannot register the pain. He hates that he can’t. Solo hates Ryan for many reasons and is one of the few individuals Solo can be outwardly nasty to. //yes now that Ryan has a final design I can officially shitpost with him don’t come at me

#Ryan talks a lot about wanting to feel pain/be able to die but is upset he isn't able to #not for any deeper reason. more or less is just pissed that everyone else can but he can't. #makes absolutely everyone in the room uncomfortable when he talks about it would not recommend asking him #shitpost #RyanLiepard #SoloDuram #sfw #doodle #ask blog stuff #my art #digital art #sketch

[jedimaster3000]

Pride in secrets

Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Soulmates universe

Rating: 18+ (NO MINORS)

Fluff, some angst, smut.

Warnings: Language, infidelity, men being idiots (misogyny), explicit smut (fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie). It’s just a lot. Let me know if I missed anything please!

Word count: 4.9k+

A/N: No summary this time! I decided that I’ll create some sort of “universe” for soulmates. Basically, it’ll be a series of one shots, I highly recommend you read it chronologically, so if you haven’t read part one, the link is up there! Thank you so much for interacting and for reading!

Masterlist | Part 1

All the liquid went down your throat in a matter of two seconds. The champagne bubbles lightly tickling and the distinct flavor lingering on your tongue. 

Drinking five bottles of champagne could have never helped to make everything seem a bit more fun. The party your fiancé was hosting was full of businessmen and women, all talking about the God-forsaken stock market and how much it affected them, there were a few housewives that knew each other and were probably talking shit about you in a corner of your own house; saying something about how Ethan should marry a more “decent” woman, one whose dad already owned at least three mansions, one who didn’t get too much unwanted male attention. The three kids that played in the backyard were the loudest people in the “party”, their screams making the classic music playing almost inaudible.

But Ethan had been talking about this thing for about three weeks, and the least you could do was fake a smile and try to look the part for these people. At the end of the day, he was your fiancé and you had to put in some effort.

The blue dress made breathing more difficult because of the belt that hugged your waist, the slick ponytail gave you a slight ache from how tight it was, and directing all the waiters and chefs would definitely add a wrinkle to your forehead before you could turn another year.

And to top it all, your three best friends that usually got you through this kind of event couldn’t make it tonight. Lucky bitches.

You left the glass of champagne on the tray and walked across the living room, smiling at everyone who would look in your direction while you internally wondered what their names were.

“Honey!”

Ethan’s voice called for you from the back of the room. Standing with three men you knew and two you didn’t, his smile and hand gesture let you know he wanted you to meet the latter two.

You prepared yourself while striding to meet all of the men. Big smile, nice words, stand only on Ethan’s right side, only say things the strangers want to hear.

Do not die of boredom, you’ve got this.

“Gentlemen, this is my beautiful fiancé,” he said before he introduced you by name.

The two strangers looked exactly like any other co-worker of Ethan that you had ever known. Straight, boring, starting to bald, and definitely smelled of a too-strong-too-much cologne which they probably thought would enchant women. These men could walk into a bar and make the whole place a bit drier. Just by hearing them talk to each other one could be turned off, including people with weird and incredibly specific fetishes.

Maybe they’re not that bad, maybe I’m just exaggerating…

“So, can I guess a diamond like Ethan’s woman knows everything about Victoria’s Secret liquidity?” The shorter one said and let out an annoying laugh. “Ya know what I mean?” He elbowed the man to his right.

Oh dear God, they’re worse…

Ethan’s hand wrapped around your waist as he chuckled, and you uncomfortably smiled at the interaction of which you understood absolutely nothing.

“She’s not really into it,” he said and shook his head, “She used to have a career, you know?”

“Career?” The taller one talked, “My lady doesn’t even remember the meaning of career since I bought her first designer bag,” he started laughing with the other one again.

These types of younger stockbrokers were always mean to their partners when they were not around, always laughing too loud, always making stupid jokes, always patting in each other in the back as if they were in some contest. The misogyny contest, maybe. Who’s the biggest idiot? Find out after 5 minutes of meeting them.

You tried not to roll your eyes and instead insisted on keeping the smile on your face.

“I used to be an English teacher at a local high school,” you started, “before I met Ethan, of course.”

The two assholes with the one shared brain cell nodded uninterested and avoided your gaze, drinking from their glasses to show their clear un amusement at the situation.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the door open. The familiar dark brown locks made you turn your head to the person that had just walked in. And when your eyes met his you wanted to push Ethan’s hand aside in some instinct that rushed through you.

Frankie smiled at you from where he stood and raised his right hand to wave it.

You didn’t actually think he would show up, he hated this kind of thing just as much as you did. Trying to make small talk with boring people, the anecdotes that never made a single person laugh, and the dressing up… God, the fucking dressing up.

Putting on a suit was just so annoying for him, he had to be careful in a way that he didn’t have to worry about when he was part of the army. Back then he only needed his uniform clean and ready, it was comfortable, practical, and didn’t bring all these social situations with it.

So he didn’t bother to put on a suit. Black trousers and shoes, a white shirt that let everyone see his neck, and his hair was free of the baseball cap he usually wore. He looked fucking dreamy without even trying, and you weren’t the only one who thought so, because suddenly the housewives’ gossip turned into a game of guessing who was the hot stranger.

In a bit of a rush, caused by some jealousy you didn’t pay too much attention to, you grabbed Ethan by the arm.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” you said.

His eyes returned to you, a mix of confusion and disinterest in them when he realized what you had said.

“Who? I thought your friends weren’t coming?”

“Yeah, the girls couldn’t make it, but—“

“Hi,” you got interrupted, “I’m Frankie.”

Frankie’s hand was in front of your fiancé before you even got to give him a heads up. Ethan looked at his hand and then his face when he finally shook it, the condescension that came with it was so rude, you gave him a killer gaze even though he couldn’t see it.

“Frankie?” He repeated.

“Francisco Morales,” you added, “My best friend from high school,” you lowered your voice, “Remember? I told you about him a couple of weeks—“

“Ah, yes! Frankie!” He said, nodding his head, “The navy guy, right?”

“Army…” you whispered.

“Army, actually,” Frankie said, slightly looking at Ethan up and down, “I’m retired now, though.”

“Really?” Ethan said, “I have a story about the army. You know, one time…”

In less than a minute, Frankie understood every complaint you had ever had about this man. He tried to keep his focus, he tried so hard he was constantly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He stole moments to see you, standing there, trying to stop Ethan and always readjusting the strap of your dress when you didn’t succeed.

You looked beautiful, you always did. But that blue dress you were wearing made him want to take you right in front of all of these guests, the only thing stopping him from admiring you was the idiot in front of him. The man he hated before he even met, the one who had everything and took it all for granted.

He had to press one of his hands into a tight fist behind his back while he heard Ethan talk about himself and nothing else for about four to six minutes. The vanity of that man was obvious from a mile away. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he would do in his place, with all that money, with the enormous house, and most importantly, with the best woman in the world by his side. And the asshole didn’t care about any of those things.

“Yeah. Honey, I think Frankie would like to see the place…” you interrupted.

Your voice brought his focus back to you and he checked your cleavage with as much subtlety as possible. When he thought it was too much, his gaze returned to your angelical face and he just went into the same trance of taking in every feature and every gesture you made, all of them making sense and coming together like some puzzle. It was all you, all beauty, all perfect, and secretly all his.

“Sure, he can take a look around,” Ethan said without giving it a lot of thought, “You come with me, we have to show the Robinsons the new…”

Frankie had been ignoring the fact that this guy, was your fiancé. In all his hatred and critiques he had ignored that he was standing in the presence of the man that was supposed to care for you as he did, the one who should ask about your day first, the one whose hands should roam all over your body and make you scream in delight, not his.

And even though he wasn’t a mean person, something inside of him smirked with some malice at the current situation.

Sure, he could take you to Paris. But Frankie could take you to heaven without a dime being spent. You could put on fake smiles for looks and nice designer dresses all bought with his money, but you would only scream his name as if nobody would hear, you would always whisper in his ear how you were his. It was all a façade. Frankie and you were real. The relationship between you, although invisible, was real.

He puffed his chest at the small victory in his head and then said, “I’ll walk around,” he nodded.

And your reaction to his words reminded him of that 15-year-old girl who got mad at him for telling your mom you had homework to do before you could go out on a date with some guy he didn’t like. He wanted to pinch your cheeks in a playful manner like he used to do every time you gave him that look, one of those looks that said: “Thanks for that, you idiot” and only he could understand. But instead, he chuckled and grabbed the first drink he could see, not determined to actually see everything in the house, but curious enough to see what your father always talked so highly of.

Frankie knew your dad wasn’t his biggest fan. From the moment he turned 15 and laid his eyes with a lot more interest in his daughter than before, Frankie knew your dad could notice. And the worst was, he couldn’t do anything to stop him, because Frankie wasn’t a dick. He never disrespected you, he never hurt you, he never had bad intentions. Frankie knew how much your dad cared about your future, how much he wanted you to stop worrying about all the jobs he had to take in order to keep the lights on, how much he wished he could give his daughter more. He drove you home when your dad couldn’t pick you up, he was nice to your mom, he always talked to your dad with the same respect he used later in the army to talk to his superiors.

He had seen all the worries in the eyes of your father, some days shining brighter than others.

All of those worries right now away from his eyes, as Frankie looked at the backyard where your dad was leading a conversation with another man, your mother’s hand on top of his left one.

He turned around, deciding it was not yet time to meet them. He walked around the living room, making his way between all the rich, boring, and disinterested people. The kind of people you did not fit with, the kind your fiancé was. He saw all their expensive jewelry, the watches, the necklaces, the rings, and earrings. But nobody offered a smile to him, let alone look at him for more than 3 seconds.

All the money in the world couldn’t buy manners.

He stood in front of a painting, a large one that showed a beautiful landscape, probably some field in the Netherlands. Full of red and orange flowers, a purple-ish sky and green leaves spattered around the flowers. An expensive-looking painting, probably from some known painter he couldn’t remember the name of. A few steps away there was another painting, and then another one, the art seemed to continue. Bringing some life into the off-white colored walls, not even them could make the place a bit more enjoyable.

Maybe he was being an asshole, he thought. Maybe the place wasn’t so bad, the large tv, the tall lamps, the soft sofas, the chandelier, the waiters, the huge backyard, the overall insufferable ambiance weren’t so bad. Maybe he found it all just worse because he couldn’t imagine you liked this.

It certainly bothered him, he wanted to talk to you about it.

Suddenly the ego he had built when talking to Ethan wasn’t enough, suddenly Ethan and his money were winning, making him slightly paranoid when he saw you laugh at one of his jokes.

His hands closed into fists. The jealousy settled all over him, he regretted the walk he had just taken all by himself, he should have let you show him around.

When you finished forcibly laughing at the joke another stranger had made, one of the waiters tapped your shoulder.

“Ma’am, sorry to bother you. The chef seems to have run out of some spices he needs,” he informed.

Finally, an excuse.

“I’ll be right there,” you said, a bit too enthusiastically, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to the chef inside.”

Nobody paid attention, Ethan just mumbled an agreement and you were quickly on your way back inside the house. Your eyes scanning the place, looking for Frankie amongst the guests, hoping those women hadn’t got their hands on him. Actually, the jealous one was you.

“Nice house,” said Frankie joining you on your way to the house.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to jump into his arms or push him aside for sending you away to listen to more of the same conversation.

Maybe you should just be happy he was there. And you could, if only you didn’t have to deal with something new every 30 minutes. More napkins, more champagne, more bread, more spices. The high heels were starting to hurt your feet and the alcohol you had previously drank was not working to make the night go faster. At this point, you wanted to sit down and just dig your fingers into Frankie’s hair. He just came in so handsome and you couldn’t do anything about it in public.

“Spices! Cumin! Paprika! Important!” The French chef exclaimed with a thick accent.

“On it, sir,” you said walking past the kitchen.

Frankie had been following every step you took, admiring every curve of your body now more evidently since fewer and fewer people were around. He licked his lips when contemplating the sway of your hips, hypnotizing him with every delicate and feminine move. 

“Who bought you that dress?” He asked while walking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You said turning right in a corner.

“It looks expensive.”

“Into fashion, eh?”

You finally opened the door to the medium-sized pantry, the room was dimly lit because of the tube light that needed changing. The place was neatly stacked with everything, snacks of all sorts, grains, spices, condiments, there was even a small desk with markers and tags for everything.

Frankie instantaneously recognized you had done this, you were organized and enjoyed spending time in tasks like branding stuff. You had once organized his “library” not once but twice in one day since you didn’t really like how it looked the first time.

He smiled at the memory and then returned his gaze to you, frantically looking for the things needed.

“Did he buy it for you?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said not giving it too much importance.

“Does he buy you more things?” He asked, looking for your eyes. “Designer bags? Invaluable paintings? Like the ones you have back there.”

You fumbled with another basket and sighed because of exhaustion and his annoying questions. You had started to hate any sort of money talk.

“Why does that even matter?”

Frankie closed the door behind you and quickly pressed himself against your back, trapping you between the cupboard and his body. His hands pressed your hips firmly.

“It matters because I don’t want him to think he can buy you…”

The heat of his body radiated right through you, the comfortable feeling distracting you from the task at hand. He was fucking addictive, one taste, one single touch, and he had you losing your mind. When he pressed his lips to your neck you gripped the basket with more strength.

“You live in this house, you have all this fancy stuff…” he said in between kisses, “but I know you, right?”

His hands began their usual travel all over your body, slowly caressing you. You closed your eyes at the nice feeling and warmth began to pool in between your legs.

“He can buy however many of these he wants,” he fisted the end of your dress in the middle of your thighs, “I’ll be the one who rips them off and take you… and I don’t need a fortune to do that…”

His right hand crept under your dress, feeling your soft flesh and bringing that sense of calmness with every passing second. His own body was burning not only with the need for your own but with the need to remind himself who you were, who you belonged to, whose name you moaned and cried when you were so close to your climax.

This ego was the one he was proud of, the ego that made you feel good. The ego that took some weight off of your shoulders and instead made you feel like floating. The ego that kissed you so softly and took you so roughly, it was mind-numbing.

You turned around, in a desperate look for his lips and your fingers dug into his hair when you pushed him into a kiss.

A little whimper was muffled with his mouth molding with yours so well, your tongues met and danced with hunger. Once again, everything was gone. It was only Frankie. He tasted the sweet champagne in your mouth and somehow found himself even more attracted to you, as if it could be possible. He didn’t want to break the kiss for one second, his lips continued to devour yours in a show of how much he wanted you. The possessiveness he felt over you was uncommon but very welcoming from you, only because it was him.

His hands slipped under your thighs to pick you up and sit you on top of the small desk, pushing the markers aside he spread your legs open and positioned himself in between them.

You separated and looked at him right in his eyes. You didn’t say anything, because you didn’t have to. His hands went straight to the straps of your dress, he pulled them down gently enough to not rip anything, but desperate enough to let a low groan when he felt that soft skin of yours he never wanted to stop touching.

His mouth returned to you, kissing any part available to him. Your face, your neck, your chest, your shoulders, your breasts. Biting softly to not leave any marks but still firm enough to make you whimper.

You could be caught at any second, any waiter could come in looking for you, your fiancé could come in looking for you. The door certainly wasn’t locked and the ambiance back there wasn’t loud enough to hide the loud moan you let out when his fingers first brushed your pussy.

“Shh,” he whispered in your ear, continuing to lift your dress until your lower half was completely revealed.

Naked, not even underwear on. Glistening and ready for him, he looked at your cunt with a hunger in his eyes, he prided himself in this. He had you like this in just a moment, his effect on you was so evident it put a grin on his face.

You’re my muse, my sin. I wrote a forbidden prayer and then worshipped you with it.

“You walk around this place like this, beautiful?” He said running his hands up your thighs.

“I thought,” you unbuttoned his shirt, “Well I had the slightest hope… that you’d come.”

Just what he wanted to hear.

Your hands traveled in between his shirt and his body, touching his torso and then pulling him closer to your body. His covered length pressed against your entrance, making another groan come out of your parted lips.

“Do you want this?”

He took your hand in his, guided it down his body until you covered his cock. His eyes closed at the friction, so sensible and ready to be inside you. He knew he didn’t have too much time but he still wanted you to come, to relieve all the stress he knew you were going through right now. He allowed you to keep handling him through his pants for a few more seconds, every passing one making it more difficult for him to stop you.

You caught his lips in between yours, giving open to another making-out session. Messier and even more hungry, your lipstick was definitely ruined at this point. Not like it worried you, Ethan could never notice the fucking difference.

Who the fuck cares about Ethan?

You took Frankie’s hand and brought it up to your breast. His palm first felt the weight of it and then began circling your nipple with his fingers. That feeling combined with the sounds coming out of him was only making you wetter and wetter.

He inserted one finger into you without notice, you jumped back a bit at the sensation with a hiss and grabbed onto the desk with both hands. When he let out a low hum of approval, he also added another finger. The perfect pressure and curve of his fingers inside of you made you drop your head back in between your shoulders, and a moan of his name left your lips.

Too loud.

“Don’t make a sound, baby.”

He covered your mouth with one hand, bringing you back to face him and your eyes met. The lust inside of his was revealing just how much he was enjoying this. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he kept your gaze, making you shudder at the perfect pace he kept. He stimulated every single nerve in your cunt perfectly, the sensation making you roll your eyes and then focus on him again to try and plead for more when you couldn’t speak. You began meeting his fingers with a roll of your hips.

His thumb began rubbing your clit in slow and meaningful circles. You flinched in your place, making one of the items in the desk fall.

“Do you want them to find us?” He asked and you shook your head quickly, “Good, ‘cause I can’t stop this.”

It was true. He couldn’t stop, he wasn’t sure he could stop even if someone walked through the door. Your response to his actions was so addictive once he began, he couldn’t go back. He needed to be inside you.

“I’m gonna take my hand off,” he announced, still fingering you. “When I do, don’t make loud sounds. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You nodded without really processing anything, the pleasure he was generating inside of you was clouding most thoughts. The roll of your hips didn’t satiate your needs anymore, his fingers coming in and out were calling for your orgasm. But you wanted more, you needed more.

“Inside me, Frankie,” you mumbled, “Please, I want you— fuck… I want you so bad.”

Frankie got his pants out of the way as soon as he could. Your raspy tone was like a siren song, he couldn’t wait one more second.

And just like that, he directed himself inside of you. Replacing his fingers with something bigger, something better, his cock. You had to bite his shoulder with the first thrust to make sure you didn’t straight-up scream. His right hand soothed your back slowly while he pulled out, just to bottom out once again, making another of those little whimpers come out of you.

His cock was splitting you open just perfectly. Sending shivers up your spine and making your vision blur with pleasure. The friction inside of your cunt was perfect.

Frankie panted as his pace went up, he put one hand on the desk to keep himself anchored. He knew by this point you were out, completely oblivious to anything else happening around you. He had to keep himself here, alert and paying attention like he was trained to do. But it was so hard whit your walls hugging him so tight. You were still so tight and so fucking good. It just made him lose his mind, made it harder to focus.

“Shit,” he panted, “Your pussy feels so good baby, so fucking good…”

Another whine.

“Do you like it like this?” He whispered in your ear, “Do you like me to fuck you in your own house? With that man just outside?”

Fuck, you did. You never thought cheating was a good thing. But it was impossible to deny how good this felt, fucking Frankie and giving everything to him when your fiancé was just out the door felt fucking good. It was wrong, probably. But you didn’t care. You’d do it thousand times more.

“Y-yeah…” you muttered.

He grabbed your hips and pushed himself even harder against you. You leaned back until you were resting on your hands behind you, biting your lip so no sound could come out.

Frankie took it all in. The picture of you taking his hard cock at a brutal pace and your tits bouncing just on top of that dress that made you look like a goddess, your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He felt himself getting closer and closer.

“Come for me, baby,” He asked.

He kept thrusting in and out, every vein pulsing inside of you. A moan came out of you when your lips parted and he introduced a finger into your mouth.

“Quiet baby, quiet for me…”

You sucked on his fingers, needy. Your eyes found him again and the groan he let out might have been the one that was too loud this time.

You were spent, you came undone and let his finger fall out of your mouth when your orgasm hit. You put one hand on his chest, just asking to slow the pace so you could work through the overstimulation.

“That’s it,” he whispered, putting his hand on top of yours, “Good girl, just like that.”

He knew when you opened your eyes and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes that he could continue. He grabbed onto the desk with his right hand, and the left one he kept on top of yours, his thumb brushing it softly. He wouldn’t last much longer, not when the aftershocks of your orgasm were pulling him in tighter.

The picture of your spent body, a slight sheen, your soft flesh tired and languid, when you grabbed your tit and started massaging it to soothe yourself Frankie thought you were better art than what he had seen outside. He spilled inside of you, grabbing your hand and pressing it into his chest. You felt his heart thumping with the same intensity as his pants.

He kept his cock inside of you, regaining his normal breathing pace while you silently watch him. Your right hand went up to brush some curls out of his handsome face, and your eyes connected after that.

“You did so good,” he kissed your hand, “So good girl…”

He felt tired, he needed a bed to fall asleep with you. No one had ever worn him out like you did every time he fucked you. And he still wanted more, every time. He would usually lay down beside you long enough to recover and then continue.

But time was running.

He pulled out of you and gave you a slow and reassuring kiss. Sweetly sealing your secret once again. Finally sure of how much you wanted him again, and how important he was to you. Sure that no matter what was waiting outside, you were his, and you’d be ready for him anywhere, any time.

He was the “nobody” who could make you see stars. He didn’t care about the people outside knowing that, he was just happy with you. Fuck everyone else.

“We should go back,” you whispered on top of his lips.

He nodded and quietly put the straps of your dress back into place.

“Thank you, Frankie.”

When you both had finally dressed correctly again, you let out a big sigh. Mentally preparing yourself, and he noticed.

“Hey, come on,” he patted your shoulder softly, “Do not die of boredom, you’ve got this.”

You smiled and he responded just as sincerely. Fuck, so goddam handsome.

The event was fucking boring, the people were the worst, the night was still young. But you had Frankie, here, and in the living room. Things weren’t so bad, not when you had each other.

You walked out of the pantry with all the spices the chef had asked for, and Frankie’s cum slowly dripping out of you.

- - -

Part 3

#frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales one shot #frankie morales/reader #frankie morales/you

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 5

More people said yes to Hannigram, which is good because Will is already involved in the plot and it would be awkward to have him just disappear. Also, I had someone request a Hannigram x reader in my asks. Apologies to the one person who voted no; I promise there will be more solo Hannibal x reader content in the future.

Hannibal decides to that y/n could do with some extra protection, but doesn’t anticipate what she has to tell him.

I have no idea how to make a proper tag list but @deadman-inc-bikeshop and @dovahdokren here you go 

Trigger warnings: discussions of alcohol, victim blaming

“When I saw his face, I immediately knew he had never once experienced the touch of his own hand, let alone that of a woman.” Charissa read out loud to everyone on staff. “Or, that he was buried so deep in the closet he found Narnia, but those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” 

It was expected to be a slow night, as was normal for an ordinary Tuesday. On nights like those, you could get away with more, like reading a tabloid article out loud for everyone to hear. 

“I can’t believe [F/N] actually went public.” One of the new busboys commented. “What an absolute madlad.”  

“Did you just unironically use reddit terminology in an actual conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at the kid. 

“[F/N], you are making a very dangerous enemy.” An older waitress said, cryptically, from the corner of the room. 

“Who, Jason?” You gestured to the busboy. “What’s he gonna do? Make me cringe myself to death?” 

“You know that’s not who I mean.” She frowned. “I’m talking about Chase Mulvaney.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You shook your head. “He’s not stupid enough to come back here.” 

Charissa made a noise that denoted her doubt. “I dunno, [F/N]. You’d have to be pretty stupid to start stabbing people at a crowded restaurant in broad daylight.” 

“But he was smart enough to get away, right?” Jason asked. “That’s gotta count for something!” 

You and Charissa exchanged glances. Neither of you had the emotional bandwidth to explain white privilege again. Instead, you just humored him. 

“Yeah.” Charissa lied. “He was smart enough to get away, meaning he probably knows better than to come back.”

"You're kidding yourself." A third waitress, who's name you couldn't seem to place, added. "People always say that killers are these galaxy-brained superhumans, but they're not. Mulvaney believes he's divinely ordained, so any thought that pops into his coked-out head is a sign from god."

And so shattered your thin firmament of denial. You made a point to never learn this person's name just out of spite.

“Oh, shit.” You said, trying to hide your genuine fear with a sarcastic voice. “Maybe he is coming back for me.” 

Charissa glared at the two other waitresses, equally pissed at them for scaring you.

"And it'll be your own fault for provoking him with that article." The older waitress said.

"Holy victim-blaming, batman." You mumbled.

“Alright, listen up, y’all.” Matthew announced to the group. “In ten minutes we open for dinner. Remember, if you want to switch shifts with another person, you have to run it by me first. I don’t want to see anybody but [F/N] at the bar tonight, capiche?”

“Yessir.” You saluted him and made your way over to the bar. You’d been doling out your bartending shifts left and right to avoid even the possibility of being cornered by another Freddie Lounds. You were only prolonging the inevitable, though. Eventually, you needed to return to the bar.

You passed the hostess's stand, where Charissa was stationed. Suddenly, you felt someone grab at your arm.

"Fucking hell, dude?!" You flinched violently and your heart rate jumped. "Don't do that!"

"Shit, sorry!" Charissa looked immediately regretful. "But, look!"

You followed her gaze through the window where a fancy car was parked. He leaned against the door, adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Now your heart was beating fast for a completely different reason. You squeezed Charissa's hand, trying to keep a lid on your nervous excitement.

"I think your luck's starting to turn." She said in a sing-songy voice.

"Yeah, I bet he'll protect me from the Baltimore Butcher." You whispered, trying not to giggle like an elementary school girl.

"Oh, could you imagine those arms around you?" She sighed deeply, her hand firmly against her chest. "I would die."

"Not until he sinks his teeth into your neck." You smirked, gnashing your teeth together.

"I would let him." She rested her chin on her hand.

"Yeah, me too." You agreed.

"I would give anything to trade shifts with you." Charissa groaned.

"Well, you heard the boss." You shrugged, suddenly feeling much better about your assignment. "I gotta stay behind the bar."

"Oh, pobrecita." Charissa rolled her eyes. Underneath the stand, she put up her middle finger in your direction. "Suck a dick, [L/N]."

You walked backwards towards the bar, keeping your eyes on your friend. "That's the plan, baby."

You tried to make yourself look busy. You dared not look at him as he entered the restaurant.

He exchanged pleasantries with Charissa then took his seat at the bar. You pretended not to notice him right away, only to give you an extra second to compose yourself.

"Hi there." You greeted, knowing you'd feel stupid no matter what you said. "Er- good evening."

"[F/N] [L/N], I assume?" He asked.

Fuck, you thought. His voice was dark, low and made your insides tremble. Even though part of you knew he was going to know your name, it still felt so sensual passing his lips.

You realized you had waved to him with your bandaged hand. That's how he was about to identify you so quickly. "Yes, I am she. I mean- her. Me."

Way to go, dumbass. You thought. Now he knows you're nervous and he's going to wonder why.

“God, I need to stop wearing this damn thing.” You said, clearing your throat. “What can I get for you tonight?” 

He was quiet for a moment. "What do you recommend?"

"Well, that depends." You said, pulling your gaze from him and grabbing a few wine glasses down from a high shelf. It was the only way you could maintain your composure.

"On?"

"What you're having for dinner, for one." You said. "And whether or not you're a vulpine tabloid journalist trying to corner me into a dubiously ethical interview. That's also a factor."

"So that's how Miss Lounds wore you down?" He concluded. "With wine?"

You rested your elbows on the bar, filled with an intoxicating confidence. "She tried wine first. Then she tried to get me fired because she asked for chardonnay and I brought her chablis. And when that didn't work, she siphoned my gas."

"I wish I could say that was out of character for her." He looked at you, apologetically.

"I take it you've had your own run-ins with Freddie?" You smiled.

"She's tried to infiltrate my practice multiple times." He sighed. "She's entered my office under a fake name with a recording device in her purse."

"What a sick fuck." You said, before remembering you really weren't supposed to curse in front of customers. You covered your mouth. "Sorry."

The corners of his mouth turned up into an amused smile. "Don't apologize. You're right."

“So you’re a doctor?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t the type to be offended by questions. 

“I’m a psychiatrist.” He nodded. “I used to work as a surgeon, but I find the mind much more compelling.” 

"Seriously, though." You pushed yourself back to your feet. "What can I get for you?"

He eyed the wine menu and then looked back at you. "What is your favorite red?"

"My favorite red?" You placed your hand on your collarbones. "On a night like this, I enjoy a nice, dry Argentinean Malbec."

"In that case," he thumbed through the list once more. "I'll have a bottle of Cobos Chañares from 2016, please."

You smiled. You wouldn't mind taking a sip of that if he offered. "Right away."

You carefully pulled the solid black bottle from its crevice and placed it on the bar. You removed the plastic seal and reached for the corkscrew. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop, filling the air around you with the strong, complex and seemingly contradictory aromas.

You poured a bit of this criminally expensive wine into his glass. He smelled it, then swirled it for a moment before taking a sip.

"Redcurrants and vanilla," he began. "With floral notes that operate with the precision of interlocking gears in a clock. Everything in its place."

"So you're a sommelier and a poet?" You tilted your head and filled his glass. "I'll bet you make women swoon at every corner."

You never had the best grasp on flirting, but even you knew that line was awful.

“Are you flirting with me, Miss [L/N]?” He asked, clearly not too worried about the consequences and enjoying the flattery. “Or are you just trying to get a taste of this Malbec?” 

“Little bit of column A, little bit of column B.” You shrugged. “Though you are as handsome as everyone says, I’ve had my eyes on that wine for slightly longer.” 

You fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. You had just broken the cardinal rule of workplace gossip. Panic reverberated through your body as you tried to break down his unreadable expression. 

Once again, he just looked amused. “I’ve seen those lingering glances, the way you all whisper and giggle. It’s flattering.” 

You felt your cheeks growing hot. “...I see.” 

“If you tell me what they say about me, I’ll let you have a taste.” His eyes bored into yours. 

You paused, trying to decipher exactly what he was offering. Then it hit you. 

“Oh!” You interjected. “The wine.” 

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” He said. “Dare I ask where your mind went?” 

Your cheeks stung from all the uncomfortable smiling. “I’d really like to keep my job, thanks.” 

“Have you never heard of bartender-client confidentiality?” His voice lowered and his eyes found your lips. “Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls.” 

Your insides turned to jelly. He rested the wine glass in his hand and offered it to you. Your hands shaking, you cradled the glass like an 18th century French village prostitute being offered a mug of hot soup. You brought the glass to your lips, the strong, overwhelming smells assaulting your orifices.

You let the wine grace your tongue. You had taught yourself to overcome the sting of the alcohol and focus on the undertones. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and you let out a little noise of pleasure. 

“Christ on a bike, that’s decadent.” You said, gasping for air a little bit. You quickly passed the glass back to him before Matthew could see you. “Thank you.” 

“Now, indulge me.” He instructed, glancing at the fresh pink lipstick mark on his glass. “What do the lovely women of Terroir whisper while I’m just out of earshot?” 

You rested your elbows on the bar and leaned in close. “They say you’re a vampire.” 

Judging by his unchanging neutral expression, it clearly wasn’t the first time someone had made that connection. “Perhaps they’re on to something.” 

“One of our line cooks used to say you were the devil.” You informed him, hoping that was one he hadn’t heard before.

“Used to?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Until Chase Mulvaney came around.” You instinctively ran your fingers over your bandages, as if to make sure they were still there. It was a nervous tick you’d developed anytime someone brought up that day. “He’s stopped talking about, like, anything having to do with his religion ever since.” 

“It takes a lot to get an evangelist to stop evangelizing.” He refilled his glass. “Do you think he lost his faith?” 

“I heard someone say in passing that it was because he and Chase Mulvaney went to the same church.” You whispered. “But I can’t verify that.” 

“I’d say it’s more likely than a regular customer being a vampire, wouldn’t you?” 

“I wouldn’t trust their word because they made a regular customer into a vampire.” You corrected, hoping he would overlook the fact that you were one of them. “Secrets may stay within these four walls, but they tend to bounce around. It’s only a matter of time before one escapes, and you’d better hope it’s not one of yours.” 

This man must have been an exceptional therapist, because, there you were, baring your soul to him after fifteen minutes and one sip of wine. Occasionally, you were pulled away from the conversation by another customer who had the audacity to also want a drink. But, very few people came to you with the sole intent of drinking on a Tuesday evening. You and the sommelier talked until closing time. 

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss [L/N].” He said pulling out his wallet. “You are as delightful in person as you are on paper.” 

“Thank you, but I never caught-” you said, but stopped yourself. “I mean, you never gave me your name.” 

He signed his name on the paper check, then pulled out a fifty and unceremoniously handed it to you. “Now why would you want to ruin the mystery?” 

“Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls, remember?” You grinned and crossed your arms. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone.” 

He took the customer copy of the receipt and scribbled something down on it. He the folded it in half and slid it in your direction as if it contained nuclear launch codes. 

“Join me for dinner someday.” He ordered. “I’ll supply the Malbec.” 

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #hannigram #hannigram x reader #the sommelier #wine #tw trauma #tw victim blaming #tw alcohol

[yourmcu]

Emotional Support Mode

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary:

in which the reader is the loner, antisocial daughter of Tony Stark and the other Avengers including her father never acknowledge her presence (they thought some sort of interaction made you uncomfortable) so she becomes friends with Friday instead - Tony probs finds out and it’s gonna be all cute n fluffie once he realizes -

Word count: 2,243

a/n: hi just wanted to write fluffy tony :)) also I used they/them for friday’s pronouns

Warnings: angst n fluff, friday’s a bit more advanced (not like they aren’t already but) bc they could almost act like a literal human here.

read it on ao3!

You arrive back at the Avengers facility, shoulders slumped and just tired in general since you have a lot of homework and projects to do from school, most of them due by the end of the week. You also have exams later in the week.

“Hey, Fri,” you huff as you make your way to the elevator.

“Welcome home, Y/N. Where do you want to go?”

Yes, you're very close with the A.I that they started calling you by your first name. “To my room - and uh, will you remind me to read two chapters in my history book after I’m done with all my homework? I also have this project, I just need some measurements later, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing.”

“Thank you.”

It’s going to be a long night, you sigh heavily just thinking about it. Now you’re probably wondering, ‘you live with the Avengers! Why don’t you ask Tony and Bruce for help? Maybe Steve and Bucky for your History test?’

Yeah, well... you barely talk to any real person you live with. Maybe it’s you, you always thought you're making the team uncomfortable. You don’t even talk to your own father often which is kind of depressing on your part.

You love them, they’re like your extended family, but it just isn’t working out. Maybe they just don’t like you. Up to this day you still wonder why Tony took you in when you were just a baby (you were a mistake from one of his one night stands) - he had the choice not to.

“I’m assuming you zoned out again. You have arrived to your room five minutes ago.” Friday announces.

“Y-yeah sorry,” you shuffle out of the elevator and swiftly head to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I also asked if I should inform Mr. Stark that you have arrived home.”

“No, no thanks. He’s busy and... probably wouldn’t care anyway,” You mutter the last part as you pile the books you need on your desk. “Can you put my study playlist on, please?”

----

“What time is it, Friday?”

“7PM. I was about to remind you to take a break.”

You get up from your chair and stretch, halfway through the last of your homework which is a two page essay. “You’re too kind, thanks pal,” when you walk out your room to head to the kitchen and grab a snack, the lounge is empty, kitchen empty,

“The team’s on a mission? I thought they had the whole week off,” you say before gulping down a water bottle.

“I checked the security footage: they left about an hour ago. Captain Rogers was talking about getting dinner.”

You put the bottle down. “Oh,” you try to mask your disappointment. This isn’t your first time being alone, they always left you here when they had a mission of course but... well, it’s not like they want you around them. “I’ll - I’ll just make myself something later, then. Not a big deal. I have to study anyway.”

Another hour later, the Avengers are back. They're all conversing happily as they pile in the lounge. Peter's rambling about upgrades for the Spiderman suit while Tony's typing away in his phone, nodding at everything he says. Everyone else is arguing about the TV channels and talking about the new restaurant they ate at.

Rhodey shifts, looking around. “Why do I feel like we forgot something?”

Natasha looks at him, waiting for him to go on.

“I assure you, I brought Mjolnir with me this time.” Thor butts in.

“No not that, what time does Y/N get home from school?” No one answers. It’s not like any of them know. It's natural that Rhodey would be worried about his goddaughter (even if they rarely talk). He turns his head to his best friend who’s now walking away with Peter, an arm around his shoulder. “Tony, where’s Y/N?”

He doesn’t hear since he has his full attention on his protégé.

“I’ll start making this tomorrow, I guess. I still have to buy materials.” You mumble to yourself, but you hope Friday's listening to everything you say just to make you feel less lonely. You swipe the hologram of the blueprint away and place the thick books in front of you.

“I would like to recommend a suitable study plan.” they state.

You rub your eyes, sighing, “I’m already halfway, I would’ve considered it earlier though.”

“This is only a recommendation, feel free to ignore it.”

You push yourself away from the desk and mutter a “go on,”, fiddling with your pen.

“Asking Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes would give you more details for your History examination, since the pair were originally from that time period. The same goes for Mr. Banner for your Science examination, I believe he has seven Ph.D’s, you may also approach Vision for the same topic. Mr. Stark has all the necessary materials for your project in his lab. Would you like me to-”

If only it were that easy. It should be easy, the thought alone makes you really nervous. “No, I - I appreciate the recommendation, Friday, but - I think I can do this on my own.”

“But you’re tired and it is almost midnight. I would help you myself but you specifically told me not to.”

They’re not wrong. Your eyes are starting to droop and you barely understand anything you're reading. You're also fighting back tears - why is talking to your family so hard?

“I can sense sadness. Would you like me to activate emotional support mode?”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds great right about now.”

----

“Crap. Guess we lost track of time again, kid,” Tony wipes his hands with a rag while he looks at the time on his computer. “You better get home. I’ll send May a text for keeping you this late.”

“Okay, thank you Mr. Stark. I’m just gonna use my suit-”

“No. Happy will drive you.”

Peter knew better than to argue and insist so he just nods and smiles sheepishly. A minute later Happy came ‘round to take him home.

Tony turns back around. “Friday, make a new project for me please, I’m adding minor upgrades to the Spiderman suit.”

“Not now, boss.”

Oh. He did not expect that. “Excuse me?”

“Y/N is currently opening up. I would like to give her my full, undivided attention. Please come back after fifteen minutes or so.”

Tony doesn’t exactly know how to feel about that. He never sees her outside her room anymore that he kinda forgot she existed tonight - oh fuck, they didn’t bring her to dinner with them.

“Well,” he exhales. “What is she saying?”

“That would be an invasion of privacy.”

“I’m her father-”

“Are you, sir?” Friday’s clever remark makes him stop abruptly.

It’s pretty clear that he’s been a shit father. Not only does he ignore you all the time but he treats Peter way better than his own flesh and blood. The Avengers on the other hand, they were nice people, but just didn’t understand so they try their best to get out of your way.

You were afraid of rejection, afraid to interact, because you had no idea what everyone thought of you. Did they like you? Did you make them uncomfortable? Did they want you around? What about Tony, did he really want a daughter in his life? Because you noticed he’d be better off with a son, yeah, like Peter goddamn Parker.

Tony sighs, walking out of his lab and heads to the mini bar to grab a drink. He needs to think: there's absolutely nothing wrong about you, he just didn’t do his job right, you thought he didn’t care, you thought nobody did. Even Friday is turning against him, doing a better job of comforting and being there for you.

“God, I’m such an asshole,” he mutters to himself, rubbing his forehead. He drinks his last shot and heads to the kitchen. “She still awake?” He calls out.

“She is.” Friday has a bitter tone.

He's hesitant to ask again, feeling really bad for not knowing this simple question - “what’s her favorite beverage?”

----

“How do you feel?”

You sniffle. “Well y’know, better than before. I should probably go to sleep. Thanks, Fri.”

“You’re welcome. Also, Mr. Stark is outside your door.”

“W-what?” You put away your books and straighten up, rubbing your damp eyes. “You’re serious? Okay, uh, let him in?” It's more of a question.

“Alright.”

You turn to face your desk as Tony enters the room, holding two steaming mugs. He sits at the end of your bed, just right next to the chair you're sitting on. “Hi,” he gives you a small smile and hands you a mug.

What’s the occasion?

“What’s this?” You ask quietly before taking the mug from his hands. Tony's being gentle and soft, it's odd but you’re not complaining.

“Green tea with honey. I... I thought I saw you make that stuff once.” He says, not mentioning the fact that Friday told him that.

“Oh, well, yeah,” you take a small sip. He added a bit too much honey but other than that it was good. “I thought you preferred coffee, though,”

Tony shrugs, his eyes glistening when he looks at you. “Wouldn’t hurt to try something new.”

“Did - did you want something, Dad?” You always found yourself awkward, couldn’t even make conversation with someone for long, always wanted to get straight to the point so it could be over with.

He looks like he wants to say something but he just averts his gaze to you, his hands, the floor, then suddenly he leans in and hugs you. Your feel your heart swell and body warm up, it’s a new sensation for you after all, you rarely get hugs from people. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “For everything. I’m such a bad dad, I don’t deserve you. I even forgot you when we went out to dinner.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I had loads of stuff to do earlier anyway, so, but yeah I was just - I just overreact, I’m sensitive. I don’t blame you and the others for not liking me, I know there’s nothing like-able about me, I’m not like Peter-” You ramble, tears now leaving your eyes again.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that,” Tony says as he pulls you closer to him, head resting against his chest while he rubs your back comfortably. “Y/N Stark, you are smart, brilliant - I was just an ass for not acknowledging that.”

“I know you’re just saying that to-”

“Oh, but I’m not,” he now places his hands on your shoulders, getting you to look at him. “Tell me who built their first engine when they were eight?”

You blush, “Dad-”

“No, come on, I wanna hear it.”

“I did.”

“Yes you did. And who made a completely functioning robot at their middle school science fair that blew all the teacher’s minds?”

You’re trying to hide a smile, recalling the memory,  “I did.”

“And who,” Tony gets up and walks to the bulky looking thing that you covered with a sheet, pulling it off, “is currently building a computer from scratch?”

“Dad! That’s still a work in progress,” he messily places the sheet back and chuckles.

“My point is, you’re a clever and talented girl, Y/N. Don’t bring yourself down. And you don’t have to be shy around your family, those idiots have been dying to get to know you but since you don’t talk much... they don’t want to force it. We love you,” he says. “I hope you forgive me ‘cause I really wanna make it up to you. I’m not calling Peter in for a few weeks.” Tony sits down beside you again.

You couldn’t believe he’d do that for you. “You don’t have to, if you need him for something then-”

“-then you could help me instead, if you’re up for it.”

“I’m really sorry for being such a lonely freak,” you yawn, getting back into Tony’s open arms. “I love you.”

Tony tucks you in and lies down beside you, “I love you tons, kiddo.”

You snuggle into his chest, feeling his steady breathing while he rests his chin above your head.

----

It's morning. The Avengers are gathered at your open bedroom door.

“Are you getting all of this, Friday?”

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Steve turn that shuttering sound down!” Natasha hisses at the super soldier who's doing his task, taking pictures.

Steve almost drops the phone and has Bruce fix the volume for him.

They’re all watching you and Tony cuddle together, still fast asleep.

“Do we have to stay here until they wake up?”

“Unless you have a great way of waking them up, yes. Now shut up.”

“If you think about it we definitely look creepy right now.” Sam comments.

“It’s their fault for having the door wide open all night!” Clint says.

Tony's actually awake the whole time, listening to them bickering. “You have three seconds to get the hell out of here before I make all of you polish my suits.” With that, the team races down the hall, pushing each other to get away first like literal children.

#tony stark #tony stark imagines #tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x stark!reader #iron man #iron man imagines #tony stark fluff #iron man fluff #marvel #marvel imagines #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x you #fluff #marvel cinematic universe #mcu imagines #mcu #natasha romanoff #peter parker #rhodey #james rhodes #bucky barnes #steve rogers #clint barton #vision #thor #thor odinson #bruce banner #sam wilson

[chainofclovers]

Grace and Frankie 7x1 - 7x4 thoughts

Meh? Like...I love them so much, but...meh?

(I did enjoy this line about brunch.)

I really loved season 6 of Grace and Frankie. I thought it was well-paced, largely very well-acted, generally well-written, and it culminated in a massive moment of character development for the title characters, who, having spent years growing closer and being there for each other when others could not or would not be, finally articulate to each other that they are the primary person in each other’s lives. Platonic gal pal soulmate BFF emotional support witches 4 lyfe!

I know progress isn’t always linear, and in fact is very rarely linear, but after a moment that significant, you’d think the writers on this show would maybe come up with some more interesting things for these characters to do than spin in circles?

@bristler and I watched on Friday night, and just this morning over breakfast had a good conversation about the first four episodes of the new season now that they have settled in our brains a bit. We concluded that the writing (often noticeably clunky, like the dialogue is responsible for more narration than usual) and the tone (aggressively wacky) feel really off, especially compared to the prior season. I think we diagnosed the big issue, which is that Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda are by far the most talented actors on this show (if you disagree, fight me in the parking lot) and it feels surprisingly unfortunate that their characters have, to this point in the new season, pretty much figured out their perspectives on each other. No matter how people feel about Grace and Frankie’s sexualities, the whole show has been about them finding each other and getting in deeper and deeper, and it’s less interesting to watch other characters have realizations about that than it is to watch Grace and Frankie having realizations about themselves. If the title characters are now limited to reacting to other people’s actions, and the title characters are played by the best actors on the show, the whole show’s gonna suffer. And is suffering, very much so, at least for these first four episodes. I’m definitely still excited for the final twelve in 2022 (twelve! I cannot believe this season will have sixteen eps!), but I’m pretty disappointed so far.

Stuff I Loved:

The family brunch. These families have been entwined for so long, and the backstory for this particular brunch was so fun (even though I didn’t care for the effects they did to depict Grace and Robert 25 years ago; there was no need for a visual flashback in the scene). I love that Grace hit Frankie with a wiffle ball bat. I love that the two couples realized some of the emotional reasons behind their decisions to lie to each other about Bud’s Bunny and about M’Challah. I love the way Jane Fonda sounds uttering the phrase “Bud’s Bunny” with little to no irony. I love that Grace is able to recognize and articulate just how deep and miserable her anger issues were, albeit with the continued help of her omnipresent martini, and that Frankie told her she’d now make up a holiday in order to spend more time with Grace. I really, really hope Frankie does exactly this at some point in the remaining episodes of the season. I love that Grace is generally a pretty good person now, with aspirations of being a delightful person. I love that she and Frankie don’t have it in them to stay angry with each other, and I love all the evidence that they really, really talk to each other about everything now.

Frankie talking to the man at the office (I don’t remember who he was supposed to be? A toilet manufacturer? I didn’t mention this before, but I actually got pretty high while watching?!? Believe it or not, this was the first time I smoked pot and watched Grace and Frankie at the same time despite having enjoyed both activities on their own for quite some time. I would recommend the combo! And I think I still pretty much got what was happening) about paying for the toilet parts with candy. This whole subplot with the money laundering was absurd and not that interesting, but I loved this particular scene because it was finally evidence of some really thoughtful writing. The concepts aren’t enough! You have to write them into good dialogue! And the whole cash/candy thing was a moment of dialogue that only someone as hilarious as Lily Tomlin could pull off. Which she did, IMO.

In a show about super messy people, Coyote has stayed sober this entire time. He is sober, employed, in love, and preparing to buy a full-sized house with his partner. He hasn’t murdered anyone in his family. Hasn’t even attempted murder once.

In 2017 or whatever, Grace Hanson would have been furious about Frankie using obscure Beatles references like a treasure map when hiding the cash. But here in 2021, she cooperates and even gets in on the fun. The writing is very unsubtle this season, but that did feel like a reasonably subtle moment that shows how good of a partner she is for Frankie. (Platonic, of course! So platonic. Female friendship, amirite?)

Stuff I Did NOT Love and Felt Incredibly Negative About:

Brianna. I can only conclude that June Diane Raphael has decided she’s happy with playing a character whose primary role in life is to be hot and mean. She succeeds at being hot and mean, but I have reached my limit with this character. I realize we’re only a quarter of the way into the season, but I don’t think I can take another arc about her learning to compromise only to reveal to Barry that she never intended to compromise at all. At this point, it’s both abusive and boring. How?! The Grace/Brianna parallels aren’t interesting anymore, because one character has grown and the other is stagnant. I get that Brianna was raised in an emotionally stilted environment by two unhealthy people. But I think it would be very cool if she could learn something from her mother at this point. Grace has put a ton of effort into dealing with her “rabbit-killing, mad-at-the-world anger.” She’s put a ton of effort into figuring out what makes her happy, what she wants her life to look like. She’s even started accepting her age and abilities without shame. And that growth is believable; Grace is still short-tempered and she still slugs back way too many martinis and she struggles to articulate certain things, but she’s grown into a truly lovely human. And while, as a daughter with a mother, I can absolutely attest to the fact that it can be difficult and uncomfortable to learn lessons from one’s mother, Brianna really, really should. Grace spent decades letting anger and shame trap her in a small, miserable life. Brianna—and even Mallory, who just seems like a vapid idiot this season—are traveling that same path, but there’s someone right there who could really help, maybe even more than Frankie helped when the Hanson girls were first growing up.

The arraignment. The scene might’ve been salvageable if it was filmed from Grace’s perspective, and filmed to reflect how surreal and improbable it all was. But speaking of non-linear progress, this scene erased everything Nick Skolka has done to put himself in my good graces (LOL) over the past couple seasons. I mean, I tried, man. I even wrote fic about Nick, Grace, and Frankie making a genuine effort at polyamory. But the arraignment is so emotionally manipulative, such a slap in the face of everything Grace has worked for, and while we’re certainly “supposed” to feel the weight of the moment, I mean, it’s not like we’re supposed to be like, “Oh, cool, we’re in a rom com now! This is adorable!” it still felt bad and unearned and slapdash.

And I want Frankie to process these things with her! Frankie seems so happy to have all this information about Grace and how Grace feels, but I want to see scenes in which we can gain an understanding of how Frankie actually feels. Hearing Frankie talk to other people about how Grace feels is interesting, but it’s like there’s no room in these episodes for us to learn anything new about Frankie herself.

Grace’s transitional wig. Is so. Bad. It is. Such a. Bad wig. Oof. I mean, I like what they’re doing with Grace’s hair from a plot perspective, although (see one bullet up) I would really like to get more of an understanding of what’s happening in Grace’s head, not just on top of her head. And gosh, Frankie would be a really good person to talk to about this in a conversation that lasts longer than 30 seconds. But the wig! She’s in a wig in all four episodes, of course, since Jane Fonda went grey and cut her hair short before they started filming this season. The wig for episodes 1 and 2 is fine; it’s a good approximation of Grace’s typical hair, and of course we know that canonically Grace’s hair isn’t 100% her own hair anyway. But the wig with grey roots looks so weird. The part that’s growing out doesn’t look the same as the hair on the wig from 1 and 2. And the grey roots look like a yarmulke. I cannot wait to get to the point in the season when Grace goes all the way grey.

(One more thing about the hair. I can’t let it go. I paused the show while we were watching to rant, but I’m not done.) I had the great privilege of seeing Jane Fonda in person at a protest in 2019. She is an insanely beautiful human. She was growing her hair out and it was partially dyed blonde and partially grey. It looked really cool. I am not ashamed to say I spent that day learning many things about the climate crisis and about Jane Fonda’s hair. Having seen her in real life with her real hair looking that fucking great, I just have a an extra-large grudge against everyone involved in that horrible wig. The wig is necessary, but it didn’t have to be this bad.

What Do I Care About Now?

I am pretty intrigued by the way Grace threw out her real age in a conversation with Nick and Elena. She has nothing to fear anymore! She’s so chill about aging! What could go wrong? I assume that Nick and Elena maneuvering for Nick to be on house arrest in Grace's house specifically has to do with the fact that Grace is 82. She’s gonna find out that Nick is allowed to be with her because she’s ancient and helpless and the court took pity. Or something like that. She’s going to feel betrayed on top of feeling stifled and overwhelmed by Nick’s presence. I want to see where this goes for sure.

Other than that, and other than the fact that I really do continue to believe this show is moving in a direction in which Grace and Frankie will choose each other, I feel very whatever about this whole thing. I love this show and I will always appreciate this show for giving me some incredible characters to spend years of my life writing about, and for bringing me some pretty amazing friendships. Speaking of those friendships, yesterday @ellydash and @telanu and I were talking about some of the incredible TV we’ve watched recently, like Ted Lasso and Hacks and Fleabag and Killing Eve, and how great it feels to watch beautifully written TV crafted by writers who are profoundly—organically yet intentionally—attuned to even the most minor character’s rhythm. The disappointment of these first few episodes of the new G&F season feels like a mild disappointment rather than a sharp heartbreak, and that has a lot to do with being deeply invested in other shows that could also go in all kinds of different directions but with writing I fundamentally trust.

Also Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin are my forever faves and my appreciation for their performances and general awesomeness onscreen and in life is undiminished. So that’s pretty cool.

#grace and frankie #meta by me #grace and frankie s7 spoilers #a lesbian watches ted lasso #grace hanson is a gay disaster #except #she's not even a disaster anymore #she's totally fine and men keep bothering her! #frankie bergstein is a bisexual mess

[xxdragonwriterxx]

Hi! how about one where Levi and his fem s/o sleep together for the first time and reader finds out that Levi sleep talking about how much he loves her and that he's very lucky to have her in his life. The next morning when they wake up reader teases him about it and he's very embarassed? Thank you so much, I’m sorry for my bad English. I love you❤️

A/N: Hello anon! 💕Thank you so much for requesting, this idea just had my heart melting and I loved it because I sleep talk all the time (when I actually manage to sleep) so it was fun to write based on experience (curtesy of my sis & friends telling me about my sleep talk endeavors). I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to get it out to you, my ADHD has been really out of control lately. I really struggle with it sometimes, so I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long. I’ve also been having horrible migraines on and off for the past couple days so that’s what the beginning of the story was inspired by 😅. Thank you so much for your patience, I really appreciate it. Also your english is absolutely fine, love! I hope this is what you were looking for! ❤️

🐉Song Recommendation: “The Ghost on the Shore” By: Lord Huron” 🐉

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🔥Woman of My Dreams 🔥

(Y/N) knew she was supposed to be working, helping Captain Levi with his massive load of paperwork, but she couldn’t focus for the life of her, too distracted by the pained look on her captain’s face. He must’ve felt her watching him, because he glanced up at her, his eyes distant and slightly glazed but narrowed, silently telling her to get back to work. She scowled at him and turned her gaze back to the stack of proposals in her lap, chewing on the end of her pen as she attempted to refocus on the words in front of her. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept straying back to the raven-haired man at his desk, his occasional grunts and annoyed sighs alerting her to his struggle.

(Y/N) was always in awe of her boyfriend’s work ethic, constantly left wondering how someone with so much stress could still manage to push forward. He never seemed to fail at anything he tried, and he constantly pushed his mind and body to the limits, foregoing the need for rest and food in favor of getting everything done in one night. But while that part of her would always be proud of him and his ability to do so much, another part of her hated it. She hated how he’d sacrifice his own health for the sake of others, pushing himself until his body nearly shut down. Tonight, was one of those nights.

She knew Levi had a horrendous migraine. He was usually prone to the headaches that seemed to crack the skull open, but this one seemed particularly awful. He was constantly massaging his forehead and his eyes were unfocused and filled with pain. Tiny whimpers and groans would occasionally escape him, showing her just how much it was affecting him. Levi was usually able to push through the pain and suffer in silence, but this migraine of his seemed intent on making him as miserable as possible. He hadn’t finished more than two pages of work since they had started, and it was clear he was nearing his breaking point.

Knowing his preference for powering through the pain, (Y/N) usually left him to his own devices when he had a migraine like this, trying to make his life easier in more subtle ways like bringing him tea and helping him with more paperwork than usual, but this time, she refused to ignore it. It was clear he was too stubborn to admit he needed to rest and someone had to look after him and make sure he didn’t kill himself.

Setting the remaining reports off to the side, (Y/N) stood from his couch and made her way over to her lover. Before he could react, (Y/N) leaned over and snatched the pen he held from his grasp, throwing it behind her so it could land randomly somewhere in the office.

“(Y/N)! What the hell?” Levi snapped, his voice raspy and filled with exhaustion.

“I’m tired of watching you work yourself to the bone. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Levi shook his head, “(Y/N), I’m fine.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, “Like hell you are. Now, stop being stubborn and step away from the desk.”

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, (Y/N),” Levi said darkly with a huff. “I am still your captain.”

“Well you won’t be anymore if you overwork yourself to death,” (Y/N) retorted. “And don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m your girlfriend, which means it’s my job to worry about your wellbeing, especially if you refuse to do it yourself.”

Levi glared at her, but he was secretly touched by her sentiment. It had taken him a while to get used to the feeling of being loved and cared for, but once he had, he had grown greedy for it. He never showed it, still uncomfortable at the idea of being vulnerable around others, even his own lover, but he would always love how she doted on him, how she made him feel like he was worth something. That if he died, he wouldn’t just be mourned because humanity had lost its strongest soldier. He would be missed, remembered for the man he was rather than just how society had painted him to be. His eyes roved over her usually kind face, now twisted into a frown as she glared right back at him, refusing to back down without getting him the rest he needed. He honestly didn’t know why he was being so stubborn, he knew she was right, but he still struggled to accept her help, almost feeling weak for succumbing to something as trivial as a migraine.

As if she could read his mind, her gaze softened and she let out a gentle sigh. Moving around his desk to stand behind him, she leaned down and laid her hands on his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the muscles with her firm fingers. Levi was embarrassed by how quickly he reacted to her touch, immediately leaning back into her grip. His head lolled against the back of his chair and his eyes closed in bliss, temporarily ignoring the blistering pain in his head.

“Feel good?”

Levi hummed.

“See? Accepting help doesn’t make you any less of a man. Getting the rest and relaxation your body needs doesn’t make you weak by any means. Everyone needs the proper energy to take care of themselves, you especially. You’re too important to lose, especially to something as pointless as self neglect. So please stop working tonight, for me.”

Levi was silent for a moment, fighting with himself over the urge to finish his work anyway or fall victim once again to your undeniable charms as well as the insistent demands of his own body. Just as he was about to open his mouth, ready to attempt one last refute, a fresh wave of pain washed over him, making him gasp. A hand flew to his head, his teeth gritted in pain as his very skull seemed to throb. Through the haze, he vaguely felt (Y/N)’s hands tighten on his shoulders and knew there was no way he was going to get out of this. Once she had made up her mind about something, there was no changing it.

For once, Levi didn’t fight it when (Y/N) guided him to stand from his chair, biting his tongue to keep from gasping in pain as the sudden movement made his head split. He stumbled and started to fall, only to be caught by his lover, the strong woman bearing his entire weight as if he were nothing but a feather. A light blush made its way to his cheeks despite the pain that was starting to make his vision blur. He  knew he shouldn’t be shocked, she was in his Special Operations squad for a reason, but she never failed to impress him with her unexpected strength. (Y/N) walked slowly and carefully, making sure to avoid jostling him as she made her way to his bedroom. Nudging the door open, (Y/N) picked her way over to his bedside and pulled the sheets back before gently easing him onto the mattress, ignoring his protests when she began stripping him of his uniform.

His blush got a little darker as she worked on removing his clothes. Their relationship wasn’t new, but it hadn’t been very long either, and they still hadn’t crossed the boundary of physical intimacy yet. He knew she had no ill intent, but it still didn’t stop him from feeling relatively shy at the thought of her seeing him without his uniform.

(Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach with each article she removed, but she shoved down her embarrassment and awe at his breathtaking form and focused on making him as comfortable as possible. She stopped once he was finally stripped to his boxers and neatly folded his uniform to place on the lone chair in the corner of his room, knowing it would bother him all night if it was thrown around half-hazardly.

Levi’s soft groan of pain brought her back to his bedside, and she quickly shimmied the blankets out from under his legs so she could throw them over his body, taking the extra time to tuck him in as comfortably as possible. As soon as he was nestled beneath the soft blankets, (Y/N) moved to his bathroom to get him some water, holding the glass to his lips for a few sips to help lessen some of the pressure in his head. Finally, she left to grab a small bucket to place beside him just in case he had to vomit in the middle of the night, knowing it might be difficult for him to reach the bathroom if he was dizzy and disoriented.

Placing her hands on her hips, (Y/N) surveyed her work, nodding once she was satisfied with his set up. Flashing him a sweet smile, (Y/N) turned for his bedroom door, her eyes soft and full of love as she watched him.

“Goodnight, Levi, I hope you feel better,” She said, opening the door and stepping through it.

“(Y/N).”

(Y/N) paused, her hand on the edge of the door as she peered back around to look at him, “Yes?”

“Stay with me. Please?” Levi asked, the blush on his cheeks getting even darker as he averted his gaze.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock. She and Levi had been dating for nearly six months and yet he had never asked her something like this. She knew they were going at a slow pace, she knew Levi struggled with expressing his emotions, but she had always been content to go at whatever pace he was comfortable with, knowing he was still very new to the idea of a relationship. It had taken him several weeks for him to even get to the point of treating her differently than the other soldiers on his squad. 

She had never doubted his love for her, even when her friends had seemed skeptical in the beginning. She could see it in his eyes, but it had taken him a long time to be able to express those hidden feelings physically and vocally. She didn’t mind, she was fine with being patient and had waited for him to come to her, allowing him to have the time he needed to find his words and indulge in discovering his own love language. It was fun in a way, a little adventure between the two of them. It made every new sign of affection from him mean so much more than normal; every head pat, every kiss, every hug, making her feel as if she had just conquered the world.

It was because of those experiences that she was able to understand the importance of this moment. Her shy, reclusive, severely touch-starved boyfriend asking her to share his bed with him, exposing that vulnerability to her, albeit innocently, was a huge step in a new direction for him.

The thought made her nervous, not wanting to impose on his personal space or make him uncomfortable with her, but it also filled her with immense pride. He trusted her and only her to be around him when he was at his most vulnerable.

Swallowing her anxiety, (Y/N) nodded and shut the door again. Picking her way across the room, she quietly maneuvered her way to his bedside and slid beneath the covers beside him, trying to make as little noise and movement as possible to avoid causing more pain to his head.

Levi grunted a little as he shifted onto his side, facing away from her while she reached over to the bedside table to diffuse the lantern flame, bathing the room in darkness. Levi felt (Y/N) shift until she was laying on her side, facing his broad back, the covers pulled up to her shoulders.

“Goodnight Levi,” (Y/N) murmured.

“Mmm, goodnight,” Levi muttered, the pain in his head coupled with her soothing presence making him drowsier than normal.

(Y/N) smiled when she felt Levi fall asleep, his light snores and gentle breathing filling the otherwise silent air. She was glad he was finally getting some rest, but she knew she would be up for a while. She had had insomnia for as long as she could remember and knew it would be a long time before her brain would shut up long enough for her to get some rest. It was that shared trait between her and the Captain that had allowed her to get close to him in the first place, late night talks with tea leading to moonlit confessions on the roof of their headquarters.

(Y/N)’s smile widened at the memory, and how uncharacteristically nervous the normally stoic Captain had been when he had turned to her that fateful night and practically spat his feelings at her. She knew how hard it had been for him to admit them to her, and she had a small inclination to say that Erwin and Hanji may have been the ones to force him to do it, but that just made the memory all the more special to her. It showed her that he really did care for her, that he was willing to lower his carefully structured walls and bare his battered heart for her alone. It was why it didn’t bother her that he didn’t shower her with compliments. It was why she was never disheartened by his lack of physical or vocal affection. 

She’d be lying if she claimed she didn’t get a little lonely sometimes, and she couldn’t say she didn’t sometimes wish he could call her beautiful without hesitation, but she didn’t let it get to her. She loved him, and she knew he  loved her, so she’d wait for however long it took for him to grow comfortable around her, even if that meant she had to reel back her own feelings for a while.

Closing her eyes, (Y/N) was trying to coax sleep to take her when a sudden quiet murmur made her open them again. She waited, wondering if she had imagined the noise, when she suddenly heard it again. It was soft, and very quiet, but it was no doubt the voice of her lover, muttering something. She knew there was no way he was talking to her, he would’ve spoken louder than that if he was. 

The thought made her stifle a surprised giggle as she suddenly realized that Levi was talking in his sleep. She knew he’d be embarrassed if he found out she was listening, but she couldn’t help herself, her ears straining to try to catch some of the words. Silence settled over the room once more for a moment, nothing but the distant sound of the wind blowing outside filling the air, but soon enough, the murmurs started back up again, more recognizable words spilling from his lips the longer he talked to himself.

“No…, that’s not…mmm.”

“S-Stop that!”

“Mmph, no… I’m not...”

(Y/N) stifled another laugh as Levi started getting feisty in his sleep, turning to face her with a slight frown marring his features. His eyes were still firmly shut, confirming that he was indeed sleep talking, but the argument he was having with some unknown person in his head seemed to only be getting more intense.

“That’s not true!” Levi suddenly shouted, his voice raspy and muffled by his pillow.

“What’s not true, Levi?” (Y/N) whispered, deciding to tease him a bit. She knew he would probably be annoyed later, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she wasn’t about to pass it up.

“That’s not true.” Levi said again, his voice lowering in volume but hardening in tone, “Of course I show affection!”

(Y/N) brought a hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle, trying to keep her giggles from waking him up, “Oh, really? When do you usually show affection?”

Levi’s frown deepened and his jaw tightened, “I show affection when I’m with (Y/N).”

(Y/N) blinked, not expecting her name to come up in this midnight conversation. Lowering her hand from her lips, (Y/N) sat up to rest on her elbows, her eyes sparkling as she looked down at her sleeping lover.

“How do you show (Y/N) affection?” she asked, curious to see what he would say.

Levi let out a quiet, defeated sigh, his frown disappearing into an expression that looked unexpectedly like guilt.

“Listen, Hanji, I…” Levi trailed off for a while, the air thick with (Y/N)’s curiosity. So, it was Hanji he was talking to in whatever dream he was having. The thought spiked her curiosity even further, making her heart pound in her chest. It wasn’t uncommon that Levi would be annoyed with Hanji, so the argument at the beginning of his dream made sense, but he almost never talked about his relationship with anyone but Erwin, not trusting the energetic scientist to keep from teasing him and spreading rumors about them. She knew they were together of course, that was impossible to hide from her, but he always denied her details whenever she asked.

“Shit… I… I can’t believe I’m about to do this…” Levi muttered, a slight scowl reappearing on his features.

“Do what?” (Y/N) whispered.

Levi took a deep breath, his fingers curling around the edge of the sheets to squeeze in his fist, as if he was being forced to do something unpleasant, “Hanji, I need your help.”

(Y/N) had to fight to hold back a genuinely shocked gasp. Even when he was just dreaming, she had never imagined in her entire life that she would hear that sentence come out of his mouth. She suddenly wondered if she was the one dreaming, and this was just some elaborate scene her brain had made up.

“Um, sure, Levi, what do you need help with?”

A deep breath rattled from the depths of his chest, “How do I... show (Y/N) proper affection?”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) asked breathlessly.

Levi grunted in his sleep, his knees rising beneath the sheets to curl against his stomach. “Do I really have to explain it, Hanji?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, you idiot,” Levi grumbled, “I just… I just don’t know how to show her how much she means to me. I’m so fucking lucky to have her. She’s been so patient, so amazing, never complaining about my inability to be romantic, but I’m tired of being unable to be there for her. I’m tired of looking around at the other couples around us and seeing how loving they are, only to know that I can’t do the same for her. I’ve had enough of treating her like a normal cadet on my squad. She deserves so much more than that, she is so much more than that. She shows me every single day that I am loved and cared for, and it makes me sick that I struggle to do the same.”

(Y/N) had her hand back over her mouth again, this time to stifle her sobs instead of her chuckles. Her eyes were lined with silver as she gazed down at the love of her life, her heart thundering pleasantly in her chest. While it was true that she had never had a problem with waiting for him to get more comfortable with her, she couldn’t deny the feelings of elation she was feeling with every word that poured from his mouth. It didn’t matter that he was asleep, it didn’t matter that he didn’t even know he was talking to her. All that mattered was that he was finally saying the things she had secretly burned to hear for months.

Levi sighed, “I just love her so damn much. She’s the woman of my dreams, and I don’t think I can go one more day without her knowing that…”

Swallowing the sob that threatened to crawl past her lips, (Y/N) brushed his raven bangs to the side and leaned down to give him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Believe me, Levi. She knows.”

The small smile that appeared on his face made it impossible for (Y/N) to hold her tears back this time, the warm, salty liquid sliding down her cheeks to land with soft taps on her pillow. Despite the fact that his eyes were still closed, (Y/N) gave him a watery smile of her own and reached over to wrap an arm around his waist, pulling herself closer to his warm chest and curling into his body.

“I love you too, Levi,” she murmured before closing her eyes, the smile still on her face as she fell asleep easily for the first time in years.

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Levi could feel himself slowly being dragged back into consciousness, but for the first time since he was a little boy, he didn’t want to wake up to the slightly more bearable hell of the day. Usually, what little sleep he got was riddled with nightmares, screams of his comrades as they either begged him to save them or blamed him for their early deaths. He was usually plagued with dark, bloody thoughts and visuals that made him wake in a cold sweat, his stomach swirling so violently he was occasionally reduced to emptying the remnants of his dinner in the middle of the night. He never enjoyed being tired or facing the titans day after day, but at least the real world kept him busy with training and paperwork, keeping his demons at bay.

But today felt different. He felt warm, comfortable, as if the sun’s rays were cuddling him in a warm nest. He felt content and unafraid of closing his eyes for the first time in years. A part of him was suspicious of the change, tempted to open his eyes and find out what was making him feel so comfortable, but the bigger part of him didn’t want to leave this unexpected bliss so soon, afraid that opening his eyes would chase away the feeling before he could truly relish in it.

He sighed through his nose, nuzzling his pillow in an attempt to coax his mind back into the warm embrace of sleep when a sudden movement against his bare chest made his eyes snap open, ready to rip someone to shreds. His stinging words immediately died on his tongue when his silver gaze snapped to the (h/c) haired lump nestled against his skin. Ah, that explained why he had slept so well, even with a migraine, which had thankfully disappeared overnight.

Levi couldn’t help the smile that curled at the edges of his lips, the look in his eyes softening as he watched his love sleep against him. An innocent, giddy sense of wonder filled him at the sight of her, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never had a woman fall asleep against him before, many people finding him too cold and standoffish to find comfort in him. But here she was, the most gorgeous woman in the world, cuddled up against him as if he were a warm pillow, her hair splayed out over his chest like tangled silk.

She was so fucking beautiful. He couldn’t get her out of his head. The past few months had been the best he had ever had, his life now full of love and happiness and soft laughter. As he stared at her, his heart about to burst out of his chest, Levi couldn’t help but reach out to her, his fingers brushing her cheeks ever so softly, making his skin tingle with how soft she was.

His hand immediately drew back when she scrunched her nose cutely, her eyes squeezing shut as her mouth opened in a wide yawn. A part of him felt sorry for waking her, but as she opened her glittering (e/c) eyes to look up at him, the other part of him felt more satisfied at seeing her cute expression.

“Good morning,” (Y/N) mumbled, her sleepy, raspy voice sending a jolt of something electric down his spine.

“Morning,” Levi said, unaware that his own deep, husky morning voice was making (Y/N)’s stomach flutter with early morning butterflies.

“Sleep well?” (Y/N) asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” Levi said, moving his arms from around her body so he could stretch them above his head with a satisfying crack.

“It sure sounded like it.”

Her comment made him pause and glance at her, the mischievous look in her eye making a wave of nervousness course through him.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” (Y/N) purred, causing his anxiety to spike, “I was just unaware that you talk in your sleep.”

Levi froze. He talked in his sleep!? He didn’t know he did that! He supposed it was normal for him to not remember the event, and he had never slept beside another person in his life, aside from his mother when he was a toddler, so it made sense that he had been unaware of this unexpected habit, but that didn’t erase the anxiety that swirled in his gut.

“O-Oh?” Levi asked softly, cursing his stutter.

“Mm hm,” (Y/N) said, her smile only widening as she watched his reaction, her eyes glittering playfully.

“Um, what did I say? It better not have been something stupid,” Levi muttered, trying to fight the blush that threatened to rise to his cheeks. He almost didn’t want to know, but with the way she was smiling at him, it looked as if he had said some revealing things.

“Well, you were arguing with Hanji for most of it,” (Y/N) said, watching with a deviant smile as her boyfriend relaxed, an obvious expression of relief on his face.

“Tch, I do that when I’m awake, idiot.”

“You also said you were head over heels in love with Eren Jaeger.”

(Y/N) couldn’t hold back her laugh when Levi started choking on his own breath, his sharp inhale of shock getting caught in his throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) said with a cackle, smirking even more at the dirty glare he threw her as he coughed, “It was a joke, I promise!”

“Fucking hell, brat…” Levi muttered, covering his face with his arm.

“You did call me the woman of your dreams, though,” (Y/N) said quietly once her giggles had subsided, a light blush dusting her cheeks despite herself as she recalled the wonderful memory.

Levi didn’t choke this time, but his eyes did go wide, his lips parting in shock. He knew she was being serious. Immediately, Levi was filled with a confusing blend of joy and horror, happiness that he had finally gotten the chance to tell her his true feelings about her, even in sleep, and horror that she had found out in the way she did, while he was unconscious and having an argument with Four Eyes about god knows what. Levi couldn’t fight the blush that rose to his cheeks, his skin stained red as embarrassment washed over him.

He didn’t know what to say. He was floundering, trying to think of something, anything to either confirm his sentiment or try to divert the conversation, but nothing was coming to mind. His brain was blank, nothing but the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears overwhelming his senses. Suddenly, a soft hand grasped his wrist, gently tugging on his arm until he had removed it from covering the silver eyes she loved so much. Leaning over him, her eyes were glazed with unshed tears as she locked her gaze with his, showing him all of the emotions she couldn’t put into words before leaning down to kiss him.

He unintentionally let out a groan when her lips met his, his tongue immediately reaching out to dance with hers as they tasted each other, slow and sweet and loving. When they finally parted, both of them gasping for breath and smiling as if they had just found the way to world peace, Levi saw that a few tears had escaped to stain (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“I love you, Levi Ackerman. I love you for you and all of your little quirks, and I always will.”

Levi felt himself get choked up, but he swallowed past the lump in his throat, focused on making the goddess in his arms feel the same way she made him feel.

“I l-love you too, (Y/N), y-you really are the woman of my d-dreams.”

Levi hated that he stuttered, but he let out a sigh of relief as he finally managed to push the words past his lips. (Y/N) choked out a joyful sob as pride filled her chest like a roaring lion, making her skin glow as if she were something from a fairytale, taking Levi’s breath away. Sitting up, Levi met her half way for another soul-searing kiss, his heart calling out her name as he allowed himself to relax with the kiss, melting into her affection as if he were dipping into a warm sauna, his heart throbbing for the woman who was his entire world.

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[jjuzoir]

Homare Arisugawa General HCS

request: “Hi Sora! I never see any art/writing for my boy Homare from A3! (Maybe because his dialogue is so ridiculous.) Would you mind writing something for him?” from tlali

a/n: ahhh i don’t think i’ve ever taken so long in a request jdjdndnd but i just wanted to make it right because i love homare so much❕ he deserves everything and more i just HDHSJJA we need more homare love 🤬 his dialogue is hilarious and i feel like we need to appreciate his style more no more homare slander 🙅

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- He smells like earl gray tea. No one knows why since he uses unscented soaps, he says it’s probably because he spends most of his time drinking or around tea.

- He’s very particular about his hair, he uses very specific shampoos and conditioners that he will absolutely not share or change unless he notices his hair needs it. Talking about his hair, it’s naturally kind of dry so he uses a lot of hydrating products which leaves him with the softest, most fluffy hair ever. It’s like touching a cloud.

- One of his favorite gifts given to him is a tie given to him as a birthday gift by his members. Everyone pitched it, including Izumi, and Azuma picked it out. It’s black, much like his everyday tie, but it’s got a small embroidered snowflake.

- He’s got three main pairs of glasses; his everyday ones he keeps at hand when he goes out, his at home ones which are (according to him) less flattering, and his driving ones. Keep in mind he can’t drive, he doesn’t even own a car.

- He can speak french and latin, and he’s super loud about it too. He’ll sometimes slip in french phrases and no one will understand other than Chikage and it’s just a mess - Muku is always so amazed that he knows two other languages too and probably asks him to teach him sometime.

- Definitely has the prettiest handwriting when it comes to the roman alphabet, he writes in ink and with fancy pens that cost more than Banri’s tuition.

- Absolutely has a bunch of business cards printed out, each with its own quote made by him. Sakyo thought it was such a waste printing them until he realized that no matter how many Homare took when he went to run errands he always gave them all, to whom? No one knows.

- He’s very well respected in the literary community, which still shocks pretty much everyone. He gets stopped often by fans or people who’ve read his work, it happens at least once a day and Izumi really doesn’t… she doesn’t understand, poor girl.

- He’s not that good with phone calls, he’s not bad but he definitely prefers texting or just talking face to face. To him there’s just a certain level of discontent he doesn’t like that doesn’t exist in other mediums.

- His favorite shows are either comedies or heavy hitting detective shows, there is no inbetween. You’ll walk in on him watching a sitcom leave the room and walk in on a serial killer chase down.

- About his love for detective shows, his favorite pastime is trying to solve the mysteries with the main character. He’ll rewatch the episode so many times to try and pick up clues, he’ll take notes and come to a conclusion and he loves the feeling of getting it right.

- In the same spirit as the statement above, absolutely got Tsumugi and Sakyo hooked on some of his favorites and they hang out to talk about the latest episodes and the overarching mystery. The conversations can tend to get kind of heavy very quick, more than once Muku thought they were investigating a real crime and almost fainted.

- He looks like he’s probably allergic to wool sweaters, they make his skin itch and he always needs to use a shirt underneath them - so he tends to buy those expensive anti-allergic ones that need to be washed in a very specific way that could probably pay Tsuzuru’s whole college debt and it takes a lot of restraint from the playwright not to steal one and sell in the black market.

- Talking about Tsuzuru, he often gives him writing advice. Said advice tends to be very useful, like keeping a pen and notebook on him in case anything comes to mind during the day or writing daily to help ease him into a style, etc. Homare genuinely wants him to bloom into a writer and is willing to beta-read anything Minagi needs, be it a script or a sleep deprived rambling about the gay subtext in Nocturnity.

- Arisugawa sets himself reading goals each month, he likes to read at least one book. He prefers poetry books or classic english literature, but he also likes to read romance books or really bizarre dystopian novels.

- Has read more books than most people in the company and can give very detailed recommendations if you give him like a day.

- Sings operas in the shower, unless stopped he will keep going until the second act. Surprisingly good falsetto, but one time Tenma thought it was a Banshee for a second and almost cried into Juza’s chest.

- He’s not only an overly emotional drunk but also a loud drunk, he’s already quite loud but when he’s downed half a bottle of wine and a shot of vodka he’s louder than the Summer Troupe combined. Because of this, Izumi tends to restrict his alcohol intake when they’re at the dorm.

- I can see him being very big into musicals, not all musicals but a very specific niche; classic horror novels turned into musicals. He’s a very big fan of both the German and Korean versions of Dracula, his favorite song is probably “Zu Ende” or the Korean version of “It’s Over”. He also likes the Frankenstein musical too, but overall he finds Junsu’s Dracula more interesting thus his preference.

- He will talk your ear off if you mention any musical though, be it a classic like Phantom or something newer like Heathers.

- A very big fan of Ghibli movies, he told me so himself today. He really likes Spirited Away though, it’s a movie he’s watched so many times but he’s still completely enamoured by it; he probably has made the Winter Troupe watch it at least once and Hisoka definitely knows the beginning of the movie by heart now.

- Homare is also really good at drawing, not like Kazunari but he’s probably the second best. He learned by analyzing and looking at artists he admired and picking up on their techniques. A true Renaissance Man™️.

- I feel like he’d also have a bunch of skills that are kind of, useless? He can probably carve wood and make candles, he also took a course in glass blowing probably. Arisugawa just wants to try everything at least once, his motto is probably to explore and learn as much as possible, not just about art but the world (he can be surprisingly smart if you have a dictionary at hand).

- Very observant, just in general. Which can be both good and bad, it’s good because it helps him understand the situation in ways others might not but it leads to him to sometimes overthinking things and behaving in manners which may annoy or hurt others.

- He also has a hard time trying to react to social cues, as seen in game, with certain people. While he’s worked it out with the Winter troupe and the Mankai company he still struggles when it comes to new people.

- Will make little tunes he sings in the shower that kind of become a little daily song, each day there’s a new one he’ll hum.

- He also canonly makes music and he makes contemporary electro-pop, you cannot change my mind. He probably also mixes opera and classical music into his tunes, which can go from 1 minute to 10, so you end up with a very cool mix of orchestra and techno-pop - it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but he’s probably got his own niche group.

- Now, into more romantic HCs...

- He’s a good flirt, a very good flirt. They may sound weird looking back at it, but his pickup lines work and they work well.

- He knows when to stop pursuing someone too. He senses even a bit of discomfort and he’s backing away, won’t ask anything. Very big on consent and unless stated absolutely explicitly he’ll keep his distance.

- A true gentleman, please - he’ll never let his dates pay, always open the doors for them, will even do the “walk on the inside of the sidewalk” when he’s walking you home.

- His favorite dates tend to be ones where you get to know more about each other, not always necessarily by talking though. Being able to go into a bookstore and look at the books, seeing the ones you pick, what you pick at a cafe or restaurant, it all helps him draw a better picture of who you are and he likes to think it helps you get to know him better too.

- He’s very in tune with his S/O’s feelings but is afraid of overstepping any boundaries which may lead to some miscommunication at the beginning of the relationship. But it’s workable and it wouldn’t be that big an issue in the long run as long as his partner is willing to help him understand them.

- Not big on PDA, thinks certain things should remain inside - not to say he wouldn’t talk for hours about his partner to anyone who listens but things like kissing or hugs tend to be behind closed doors. He’s okay with hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek though!

- Likes wearing matching outfits with his S/O, thinks it shows how they’re “one in spirit, heart, and mind” and will not stop pointing it out to the point even married couples feel single as they hear him ramble on about the subtle coordination in your color schemes to create a perfect contrast.

- Notices the smallest things like how much sugar you like in your drinks, the telltale signs of when you’re lying or uncomfortable, how you act when you’re too cold or too hot, and learns it by heart.

- Homare is also the kind of boyfriend who’d confront the waiter if they get your order wrong, he’s not ashamed of it either.

- He kind of just wants to make sure you’re doing well and happy, he’s a gentleman.

- Damn… I love him so much

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[buckys-black-dress]

stargazing (bucky barnes x fem!reader)

a/n: so this idea totally just came to me because this trope is honestly so cute and i love these and i need to get this out of my system. i listened to stargazing by the neighborhood while writing this and i LOVE this song, so i’d recommend listening while reading! (just listen to the whole album).

also-- happy new year! 2020 quite literally fucked us up but im so grateful this year was the one where i decided to come on here and share my work with yall. i love every single one of my readers, so THANK YOU! anyways, without further ado...

enjoy my dearies!!! -ali

wc: 2.8k

- 

When you first became best friends with Rebecca Barnes in preschool, the last place you’d expected to end up was with a massive crush on her older brother.

James, or Bucky, as he likes to be called my his close friends, was basically the perfect guy for you. He was kind, witty, and didn’t treat you like a child. (Anymore). 

Now that you had graduated high school and were in you first year of college, Bucky was in his second year. And things were getting rough. 

You were a Cognitive Psychology major, and your main interest was in becoming an occupational therapist. You were attending Columbia University. 

And of course, so was Bucky, studying English Literature. Rebecca was studying at FIT, her main interest being in fashion design. All three of you couldn’t bear to leave New York City, so you all decided to stay nearby. 

Since all three of you were in the same area, more or less, you three remained close and tight-knit. Since you were still a freshman, you decided to dorm on campus, while Rebecca and Bucky did the same. Bucky was in a fraternity, so he had a place in the house, and you often found yourself hanging out in his room, having been introduced to most of his brothers.

Like today, it was Thursday night, and your classes were cancelled for tomorrow. You were in no rush to get back to your room, and your roommate was also out at her boyfriend’s. Rebecca thought you were finishing up an essay, though. 

“Y/N, you’re crashing here tonight?” Bucky’s voice caused his chest to rumble under your place on it. 

“Yeah, is that alright?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course, Y/N/N.” He smiled back down at you, trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest at your doe eyes. 

She’s your sister’s best friend. Becca would hate you.

“I’m gonna wash up before I fall asleep, Buck.” You said with a yawn, lifting yourself off of Bucky’s warm, comfortable bed. 

Bucky watched your form disappear out of his room to the bathroom next door, his chest deflating with a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. 

I’m so fucked.

-

Making your short walk to the bathroom, your mind was filled with thoughts, and you really didn’t know what to do in this current situation. 

You and Becca had been best friends since you were both in preschool.

And now you were pretty certain that you had the biggest crush known to humankind on her older brother. 

Staring at your reflection in the mirror as you pat your face dry, you wondered what would happen if this went further. 

What would happen if you told Bucky that you liked him?

What would Becca do if she knew you liked her brother?

Shaking your head at yourself, you knew you couldn’t do that to Becca. She’s been there for you through everything that’s happened to you. To just turn around and tell her that you’ve fallen for her brother- you don’t know if that would be the right thing to do.

But how could you just outwardly deny your feelings for Bucky?

A knock on the bathroom door drew you out of your thoughts, letting whoever was knocking know that they could come in. 

“Hey, Y/N, how ya been?” It was one of Bucky’s closest friends whom you also knew growing up, Steve Rogers. 

“Hey Steve, I’m good. How ‘bout you?” You asked, getting ready to head back to Bucky’s room. 

“Good, good, y’know, Peg’s keepin’ me on my toes.” He flashed you a smile, a blush creeping up on his face at the mention of his girlfriend. 

“Aw, Stevie’s in loooove,” You sing-songed, pinching his cheek.

“Well, I think I could say the same for you, Y/N/N.” Steve scoffed back in retort, but your breath hitched at the words.

“Shut up, Steve...” You mumbled, twiddling your fingers. 

“Y/N, I’m serious... You and Buck ‘ve been spending a lot of time together and I can tell. He’s my best friend, and I know when my best friend is taken for someone. Trust me, Y/N, your feelings aren’t one-sided.” And with that, he steps into the bathroom, leaving you reeling at his words.

Lost in your thought again, you walked back to Bucky’s room. You tucked yourself under his warm duvet, as you fell into a deep slumber with his arm wrapped around your waist, thinking about the weight of it around you as you fell asleep.

- 

The next morning was... quiet... to say the least. After your encounter with Steve in the bathroom, you really didn’t know how to feel about your feelings towards Bucky. He felt the tenseness that was rolling off of you in waves, making him wonder if he did something to make you upset. 

Bucky wondered if he was doing too much, wondering if he had caused you to be uncomfortable with him for some reason.

So naturally, he pulled back.

As the days went on and got colder, you found yourself spending more time in your dorm, or places that weren’t associated with Bucky in your mind. 

And it was safe to say the both of you were losing it.

Bucky was slowly losing his composure, where he would participate the most in his seminar classes, he was quiet and folded in on himself, losing his confidence. 

Where you were the most outspoken on certain topics in your classes, you became a bit of a hermit. 

And almost everyone noticed.

Most notably, Becca and Steve.

When you returned from class at the end of a long week without Bucky, you invited Becca over to have take out in your room.

“So, how’s your week been?” She asks, reaching into your takeout box and grabbing a piece of garlic honey chicken.

Rolling your eyes, you say “Fine, same old. You? How’d that design project go?” 

“It was awesome! My professor really loved my piece, she said it was one of the ‘most original takes’ on this project she’s seen!” Becca was ecstatic and you were so proud of her.

“That’s so awesome, Bec! One day you’re gonna have to make me something that I can wear, and when someone asks me where I got it, I’ll just say, ‘oh, sorry my best friend made it, you’ll have to wait ‘til it hits the runways to buy it.’” You laugh, pointing your chopsticks at her.

“Y/N, stop, you flatterer.” She smirked, looking back down at her food. “Hey, I’ve also been meaning to ask... have you noticed Bucky acting weird as of late, or anything? Is it just me or is he like... way more quiet than usual?” Becca asked inquisitively. 

“Oh- uh, I actually have no idea. I haven’t really seen him that much this week. Just around campus here and there.” You shrug your shoulders, the pit in your stomach nagging at you.

“Really? You guys usually hang out more often...” She responds, and your face burns in embarrassment. 

“Wh- How do you know how often your brother and I hang out?” Your voice didn’t even feel like your own as you spoke, quickly occupying it with food.

“Well, he does live with Steve... Apparently you’re around there pretty often.” Rebecca eyes you, seeing your body language and how uncomfortable you seem. “Y/N... If you like my brother, that’s okay. I think you guys would be cute together. And I can tell you like him, so don’t try to deny it.” Becca smiles, reaching to rest a hand on yours in comfort. 

“Wh- You don’t care?” You ask in confusion, expecting a bit of a more dramatic reaction. 

“Of course I care, I care about my two favorite people being happy. And if they’re happy together, then that’s even better!” She explains, and your head spins.

“I- I’m telling you this in confidence, Becca. You can’t tell anyone, not Steve, not Peggy, and absolutely not Bucky...” She nods, moving closer to you. “I...I do like Bucky. A lot. But I don’t think he likes me that way. I mean, just look at his exes. I’m not like Natasha, or those gorgeous girls. And what if he just sees me as his friend. Like a little sister?” You finish, your hands flailing around and out of breath. 

“Y/N... I know my brother, but I can’t read his mind. If I had to take a wild guess... I’d say he likes you too. Based on what Steve tells me, based on how Bucky acts when you come up in conversation... his eyes light up, dude. I think you need to talk to him, face to face.” Rebecca explains, giving her best advice. “You both deserve to be happy, and I think you could both give that to each other.” She softly smiles. 

“Thanks, Becca. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You laugh, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’ll talk to him.”

- 

In the frat house across the campus, Steve and Bucky were sitting in the living room amongst some of their other brothers. 

“Buck, what’s been up with you this week?” Tony, a senior and president of the frat asks from the kitchen.

“Hm?” Bucky looks up, confused at the question.

“You’ve been... off all week long.” Sam chimes in from next to him on the couch, eyes leaving the football match on the TV.

“I’m fine, why?” Bucky deflects, taking a sip of his drink in hand.

“Whatever you say, but I have a feeling this has to do with Y/N... haven’t seen her around here at all this week.” Tony points out, plopping down on a futon. 

Steve’s eyes widened, looking down at his phone that he’s been on all night.

Little did Bucky know, Rebecca was feeding him information about you to him directly, trying to make sense of his friend’s odd behavior this week.

His eyes shot to Bucky’s, trying to gauge his reaction to Tony’s mention of you.

“Yeah, she’s been.... busy, I guess. Haven’t really talked to her.” Bucky says nonchalantly. 

“Why not? You two are basically attached at the hip... like, Friday nights are usually your thing together. I thought you’d man up and ask her out already.” Sam’s response caused a stillness in the room, everyone looking at Bucky for his next move. 

But it was quiet. 

“She’s... she’s my sister’s best friend... I don’t think Becca would appreciate me taking her best friend out to dinner.” Bucky said in a low voice, clearing his throat. 

“Have you asked her how she feels about it?” Thor asks from his spot on the other couch. “Maybe she’s fine with it, she doesn’t seem to be too stuck up...” He suggests.

“My sister isn’t stuck up, man. Watch it.” He responds defensively. 

“I wasn’t saying that! But you should talk to her about it, that’s all I’m saying!” Thor fights back. 

“I just- I don’t know, last week when Y/N was here, she went to the bathroom to wash up at night, and when she came back she was acting totally different. She’s usually comfortable around me, but she was acting like... like she was uncomfortable around me. I thought I did something to make her feel that way, so I kinda backed off this week.” Bucky explains, trying to understand what went wrong.

“Well, did she say anything? Did she try to reach out this week?” Tony asks. 

“I mean, she texted me a few times, but it was casual conversation. I can’t tell how she’s feeling. I like her, but I don’t want to make things weird for her and Becca, or Becca and I.” 

And this is where Steve chimes in. 

“I mean, come on Buck, it’s obvious she likes you too. I think you need to talk to her, because Becca wants you two to be happy. I don’t think she’d care that much, y’know?”

“But what if I make things awkward? Like, what if I read the signals wrong this whole time, and she doesn’t even really like me?” Bucky was now going into a deep spiral, and Steve needed to pull him out, fast. 

“Buck, I don’t think so. You should talk to her, face to face.” Steve encouraged.

“You think so?” Bucky wasn’t so convinced.

“Yes!” A chorus of voices echoed in the house, causing Bucky to jump to his feet, ready to confront this head-on.

“Okay, yeah, yes, I’m gonna tell her how I feel. I got this, I’ll be fine-” But his pumping-up session was cut short from the doorbell ringing through the house.

Steve got up, “I got it.” He simply said, smirking mischievously as he turned to face the door and twisted the knob.

And of course, it was none other than you.

“Hey Buck? I think it’s for you!” Steve yells from the doorway, stepping out of the way and directing everyone in the living room to hide out of sight. Of course, they were all still eavesdropping and lurking about.

“Doll, what’re ya doin’ here?” Bucky was beyond confused, you timing was impeccable. 

“I-I have some things I wanna talk about. I just, I think we need to talk.” You say, looking up at him.

“Y-Yeah, come inside, it’s freezing out. What’s up, doll?” He asks, pulling you into the house and into the living room, sitting down next to you on a couch, making sure to face you. 

“Everything’s alright... but I need to get this off my chest before I go crazy-” You stop yourself from rambling further. “I was having dinner with Becca earlier, and we... talked... about some things. And apparently, someone was telling her about all the time we spend together.” Bucky was listening, but cursing Steve in his head, knowing he was behind it. 

“And I know last week I was acting weird, but I promise, it wasn’t because of something you did. Well, it kinda was, b-but not something bad, y’know?” You explain, trying to get Bucky to understand how you feel.

“Whaddaya mean, doll? If I did something, tell me, because I would never want to hurt you-” He started, trying to pinpoint his actions. 

“You made me like you! There, you happy?” You exclaim, hands covering your cherry red face. “I said it! I like you. And I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way, I’m just your little sister’s annoying friend, I get it-” 

But instead of the feeling of rejection, you were met with Bucky’s lips on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks.

Bucky was kissing you.

Bucky was kissing you!

Holy fuck!

What. The. Fuck. 

But before you could overthink anything, you heard loud whoops and cheers coming from all around you.

“What the hell? Steve?” You asked, looking around, trying to process the last minute.

“Finally! Took ya two idiots long enough! God, Becca and I didn’t know how much longer we’d have to be your freakin’ puppet masters.” He laughed from his spot in the kitchen. 

“Come on doll, let’s go upstairs to talk, where we could have some privacy...” Bucky said pointedly, looking at his brothers as they kept cheering as you two made your way up the stairs. 

- 

Once the door closed behind you two, you were quite literally speechless.

“You kissed me.” You pointed out the obvious, since your mind was still reeling.

“I did.” Bucky simply answers.

“...Why?” You ask, like an idiot. 

“Because, for the past three years I’ve had the biggest crush known to man on you... and I knew if I didn’t kiss you then, I never would. Kind of a life or death situation here, doll.” He jokes trying to gauge your mood.

“Bucky...” You sighed, walking closer to him, holding his face, “you can kiss me whenever you want.” And punctuated your sentence with a kiss. 

“Well... then... can I call you my girlfriend?” He asks, looking into your twinkling eyes. Bucky’s large hands cover your waist, pulling you closer against him.

“Yeah... I think you can.” You answer, the sparkle never leaving your eyes.

“Hmmm... finally.” Bucky hums, closing the gap between your lips over and over again. 

Your loud giggle fills the room as Bucky peppers kisses all over your face, trying to make up for lost time. 

“Hey, make sure to use protection, kids!” someone’s voice comes from down the hall from’s Bucky’s room.

“Shut up, Sam!” You both yell in unison, resuming your previous activities.

And in this moment, there’s nowhere else either of you would rather be. 

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[melovez]

I wanna hear what you have to say about Clint! I’ve always been p neutral towards him since he’s not an NPC I interact with often anymore and I don’t really have any strong feelings about his characterization, so hearing someone who appreciates him would be cool (esp since it seems like 90% of the fandom really hates him lol)

i think the best way to go about this for me is to counter the common arguments i see against clint? so that’s what i’ll do

my big long explanations below the cut

1. Clint is a “nice guy”

clint makes misguided comments in his first heart event, yeah. but this isn’t a prolonged trend for him. clint does not remark that he feels owed anything. clint does not remark that emily is a bitch or anything for not returning his feelings. if anything clint just yearns at his seat at the saloon until happenstance puts him and emily in the same conversation. i don’t really think he’s ever forward or creepy towards her, not canonically. at festivals when he talks to the player about her it’s him confiding in the player. is it weird? yes, of course it’s weird. but he’s not a bad person for it, he’s just painfully awkward

2. Clint is ugly

is he ugly? is he really? are you just letting your preconceived dislike of him influence how you think he looks? is it because he’s one of like 4 fat characters in this game? like maybe that’s a little harsh but what with how many people i see slim down and buff up everyone in the valley when they draw them, even characters that have clearly rounded faces and figures in their sprites, even characters that remark about their own weight like shane, i do think i’m justified in wondering if the fact that clint doesn’t fit the box of slim fit hansome young bachelor has anything to do with why people say he’s ugly.

3. Clint is stalking Emily

i think this stems from a misinterpretation of the heart event where he asks emily out on a date. hes not hiding in the bush because he wants to watch her in secret. he’s hiding in the bush because he chickened out when he was on her doorstep. he even says he just wants to leave. he wasn’t hiding there with a pair of binoculars or anything, when the player shows up it’s not long after he fled to hide.

4. Clint doesn’t deserve Emily

i see people who hate clint say this often and like… yes? did you read the note in his room where he admits he has no chance with her? like this is a matter of opinion ultimately but it’s another thing that gives me the impression people who say these things about clint never actually take the time to get to know him before they judge

5. Clint still hits on Emily after you marry her

this one i agree sucks but honestly i chalk it up to how he’s programmed. i do not think it was concernedape’s intention to make him hit on your wife. also it’s not like crushes magically go away after your crush starts dating someone else. again, i agree this is definitely uncomfortable but without an update to the game or a mod there’s no way around it

6. Emily hates Clint

i see this one in headcanons a lot and it’s just so absolutely baseless it’s clear people who hate clint are just trying to justify themselves doing so. emily never says anything bad about clint. emily seems to want to go to grampleton with him, even just as friends. i mean they’re listed as friends on the stardew wiki. i don’t know what else to say. these characters have absolutely no ill will between them canonically

Conclusion

so like. here’s what i think is happening.

first, people take a liking to emily. they do all emily’s heart events first. emily’s eight heart event makes them not like clint, and i mean of course it does, even i can admit he soured that heart event with emily. and then i think since that makes people not like clint, they go into all of his heart events already not liking him, and this leads them to misinterpret everything he does, and in turn understand him to be some antagonistic chatacter.

but he’s not. clint is really just like any other mediocre dude in this game. hell, i think shane is a WAY more unlikable character than clint is and yet i see shane fans shitting on clint like he’s worse! i seriously don’t understand it. don’t get me wrong, shane is one of my favorite bachelors, but if you ADORE shane and DESPISE clint it really makes me wonder what the difference there is.

if anyone reads this and take personal offense to it i apologize that i made you feel that way but in the end stardew valley is a game you are welcome to consume however you like. don’t like clint? don’t talk to him, then. i do not think less of you for doing so. but when i see people in the tag being like “omg there’s so little content of (very popular bachelor/bachelorette)” i die a little inside because there’s basically only three types of clint fan content. fic/art where he’s a background/side character, fic/art where he’s portrayed as a slob/asshole/nice guy/pig/idiot, or on rare occasions, fic/art where he’s shipped with emily. and i do not want to see literally any of that.

there is like 1 good clint fanartist on tumblr but i don’t wanna name drop in this post cuz i don’t wanna draw negative attention to them but i can recommend them elsewhere.

anyways that’s my defense of clint. make of it what you will

#stardew valley #clint sdv #sdv clint