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scribbledghost · 7 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley SFW Alphabet

Because I've seen some NSFW Alphabets floating around, but not a SFW one. And I wanted to do some more character study on him.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This heavily depends on the setting. Out in public, he's not particularly affectionate at all beyond maybe a hand on your lower back to guide you somewhere or a hand in yours if you're sitting next to each other. But when you're home alone? He's a Koala Man. Loves laying with his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. 100% does that thing where he'll stand next to you while you're doing something and keep a hand in your back pocket. Also I love the idea that if you're shorter than him, he loves it when you sort of lean back on him so he can rest his chin on your head.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship starts. Reluctantly lmao. I can see it going one of two ways: either 1. It's an "Extrovert adopts the introvert without said introvert providing any input" situation, or 2. You just sort of sit in his proximity quietly for long enough and afterwards he's like "yes they are my best friend. No we have not spoken more than 5 words to each other." But, like in a romantic relationship, he's fiercely loyal. Ride or die. He wants his friends safe. Very good at giving advice, but does not sugar coat anything. If you're being a dumbass, he'll tell you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

For the most part, yes. Sometimes he gets into certain moods where he doesn't really want to be touched, but those are fairly rare and usually triggered by some sort of outside event. And again, he doesn't cuddle unless it's just the two of you (he may put an arm around you when the rest of the team is there, but he won't fully wrap you up). The way he cuddles is... encompassing lol. That's the only way I can describe it. He likes having his arms wrapped around you, likes having you close to him. Being a giant weighted blanket for you is good too. In a way, having you near is soothing for him. He knows you're there, he knows he's got you, and he knows your safe.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I imagine he would like to settle down, but at first the idea of being so close and vulnerable with someone else spooks him. Once he comes around to the idea though, and once someone manages to break through his emotional defenses, he's down for it. Probably likes to imagine a nice house with a yard and a dog, though honestly he's okay with a simple apartment/flat too, as long as he's with the right person. He's very good at cleaning, the military and him living alone for so long made sure of that. Cooking though... he's decent. Don't expect gourmet, but he knows a thing or two. Cannot bake to save his life though. If it's anything more complicated than what comes in a box with instructions, he's hopeless.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Quickly and efficiently. He doesn't see any reason to drag things out or beat around the bush about it. And he's not the type to do the whole "break-up-make-up" thing, either. You get one breakup with Simon, that's it. He won't give an opportunity for there to be another. He'll tell you that you need to have a conversation, say that it isn't working out, and that he wishes you the best. Done and done. If you really poke and prod him about it, he'll give you specifics as to why it didn't work, but don't expect him to sugarcoat it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Here's the way I see it: he wants it. Badly. He wants the ring on your finger and the exclusivity and the legal status of it (particularly so you could be taken care of if something were to ever happen to him in the field). But he's terrified of it. He's terrified of turning into his father, terrified of recreating the cycle he grew up in. If you really, really want marriage, he'll work on coming around to it, but if you're ambivalent towards it or don't want it, he's absolutely fine with that. As for how soon he'd want it, I'd say a few years minimum. He probably starts thinking about it much, much sooner, but it takes those several years for him to work through his own feelings on it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's incredibly, incredibly gentle physically. Out in the field, he's a machine, and a very efficient one at that, but he doesn't want to be that way at home. One of his biggest fears is accidentally hurting you. He's witnessed so much violence through his life that he refuses to continue it if he can help it (military job notwithstanding). As for emotionally, he's a bit less gentle, but that doesn't mean he's cruel by any means. Just a bit more blunt and to the point. The only time he's particularly harsh is when he's been tipped over the edge after a lot of pushing, or if something happens to scare him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

From you? He loves them. From anyone else? Hard no. He has no problem with you hugging him as often as you want, though he won't really return them much unless it's just the two of you or only the team around (exceptions are made if he catches someone looking a bit too closely at you). When you're alone, he's hugging you all the time. Especially from behind. His hugs are very warm, and they have a tendency to make you feel safe and secure. Also the type to give that intermittent squeeze while hugging you, the kind that sort of squishes you a little bit.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He doesn't lmao. Straight up Does Not. This doesn't mean he doesn't love you - he does. He just... really dislikes using that phrase to say as much. He finds it overused and diluted. He much prefers to tell you in other ways, like telling you that you mean the world to him, or reminding you that you're everything to him. Plus, to give credit where credit is due, his go-to pet name for you is "love". He uses it more than your actual name. There are a couple of certain, very specific scenarios in which he will actually say the words "I love you", but quite frankly they're not scenarios that either of you want to be in.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don't know if I'd say he gets "jealous" so much as "protective". He does tend to feel some type of way if he catches someone getting a bit too close (be it staring too much, getting handsy, etc), especially if he can tell it's making you uncomfortable. This is usually when his reservations on PDA sort of go out the window. If someone starts encroaching, he'll crowd into your space, put his arms around you, press a kiss to your cheek through his mask. Those sorts of things. Or he'll just straight-up menace the offending party and tell them to get lost and that you're not interested. Whether or not his threatening aura goes too far depends mostly on your definition.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Most of the time, they're very soft. He doesn't get too wild with them unless he's been gone for a while or he's particularly riled up. He does like to tease by kissing you with the mask still on though (and it was how your first kiss went - he pressed his mask to your cheek). Once you're more established, he likes to lift the mask to kiss your lips and shoulders specifically, though he frequently kisses your temple and forehead as well. As for him, he has a particular weakness for you kissing his knuckles for some reason. He isn't sure why. Though of course, he'll never deny you if you want to press a kiss to his lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's very, very gentle with them. He knows he's prone to scaring children, especially the younger ones, but he does his best to mitigate that by speaking softly and making himself seem smaller. Definitely feels guilty when he accidentally makes one of them cry (Unfortunately, this happens frequently with babies. Big Man In A Mask can be scary). He'll play with them if they ask, pick them up if they want, etc. For some reason, while he tends to make infants cry, he seems to be a magnet for toddlers. It's like they look at him and see a free jungle gym.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Truthfully, when he's at home, he likes to take his time. He's awake at the crack of dawn, just because he's used to military wakeup times by now. But he by no means gets out of bed when he wakes up, especially when you're with him. Prefers to lie in as long as you'll let him, and by that I mean he prefers to lie there as long as you'll let him hold you. Kinda cranky in the mornings tbh. Doesn't like waking up to a lot of sound or action around him. He does that enough when he's on the job, he'd prefer to avoid it when he's home.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Tries to keep a decent routine so his schedule doesn't get too far out of whack. Doesn't eat past a certain time, and enjoys unwinding about an hour or so before bed with a book or quiet conversation. He won't force you to adhere to the same bedtime he has, but he will readily admit that it's harder for him to fall asleep when you're not there with him. An absolute sucker for spending some time with his head on your chest, bonus points if you sort of massage his scalp at the same time. However, when it comes to actually sleeping, he prefers to be the big spoon.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Gonna have to have an ungodly amount of patience and wait for his level 10 friendship for this one lmfao. Even then, there's certain things that he simply will never tell you. He will never go into particular detail about his upbringing, aside from letting you know his father was a rat bastard who's better off in the ground. He doesn't give you details about his work, though that is purely for your safety. After enough time (and I mean ENOUGH time), he'll tell you about his mother and brother, and even then, he doesn't really talk about their fates other than something along the lines of "they got hurt because of me".

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I headcanon that he's actually peeved sort of easily, but it takes a lot for him to show it. And even then, he does his best to keep a very tight leash on it. The most he usually does is get quiet and broody. I do believe that he absolutely does not yell, though. Not in anger. He'll quietly seethe, but he does not raise his voice. He may sort of slam a hand or fist down on a nearby surface if he's really ticked and not thinking clearly, but even then he immediately regrets it. And absolutely, 100% never raises a hand towards you. Ever. The idea of you ever being afraid of him for any reason absolutely destroys him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

His memory is, for the most part, very sharp. Dates for things like anniversaries are always remembered. He may not remember every little detail you mention in passing, but he remembers the important things. If you offhandedly mention needing something bought or done, he's on it. And if you mention anything about your past or who/how you are as a person, he definitely remembers that as well. But if you offhandedly mention you have an appointment or something the following week, he may or may not remember by the time it rolls around.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he let you take off his mask. You'd seen each half of his face separately (aside from his nose, somehow - that seemed to always be covered no matter what), but you had yet to see his entire face at the same time. He remembers gently taking your hands and putting them at the bottom of his mask, telling you quietly that you could remove it. He still remembers how slowly you did so - as if you were waiting for him to change his mind. And he will always remember how you softly called him beautiful once the mask was off.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

VERY PROTECTIVE. Woof woof bark bark scary dog privileges etc. To be honest, his menacing aura is enough to deter any would-be offenders 90% of the time. A stern look from him is usually enough to scare people away. But if they're more bold (or stupid), he has no problem lowering his voice and issuing thinly-veiled threats. If the time ever comes that he needs to physically protect you from an immediate danger, he can be a damn vision. Efficient, cold, calculated. Laser-focused on your safety and nothing else, consequences be damned. Quite frankly, there are few places on the planet that you'd be safer than with Simon Riley.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in as much effort as he can. He knows he's away a lot, and he does his best to make up for that when he's at home. Granted, he doesn't "nail it" every single time, simply because he's... not used to this. Sometimes he forgets certain things (not dates, but perhaps small details), but it's not often. But he truly, genuinely tries his best, and it really is obvious. His love language is acts of service, so everyday tasks are his wheelhouse when he's around. You can usually count on coming home from work to a tidy home, dinner on the stove, and a kiss to your temple as he asks if you'd like for him to run you a bath or shower.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Actual habits? Probably smoking and drinking. Also probably doesn't wash his masks as often as he should, so. Don't put your nose too close to them for an extended period of time. He's just nose-blind to it at this point. For ugly behaviors, I can see him having to keep a very close eye on his possessiveness. Any time you go out without him, he has to restrain himself from sticking a GPS tracker on your car or in your pocket. Any time you introduce him to friends or family, he's subconsciously analyzing them to see if they're a threat. He doesn't mean to, and he feels guilty once he realizes what he's doing, but it's an innate behavior at this point. But, if left unchecked, he could definitely become overprotective to a toxic degree.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not particularly. He knows he's attractive, but he doesn't really do anything to draw attention to it or maintain it. Most of his face is hidden the vast majority of the time, anyway. He does work out on the regular, though this is more to keep him fit in the field than for vanity's sake. He does tend to shave daily and keep his hair trimmed neat, but again, that's mostly because it would make the mask more uncomfortable otherwise. (I do headcanon that he likes to exaggerate his vanity around his partner though. Just to see if he can fluster them lol).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first? Not really. He's an independent loner who hesitates when having to rely on others. But once you worm your way into his heart and really get to know him? Once he really lets you in? He doesn't really know how to exist without you anymore. You don't have to be right next to him all the time, but once he's yours, he doesn't know any other way to be anymore. It's like you're a part of him then, like you've made a home in his ribcage and if you were to leave (or, heaven forbid, be taken from him), you'd take a massive part of him with you. He feels like he'd turn into a hollowed out shell of himself if he lost you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

You see parts of his face separately long before you see his face in its entirety. First, it's just his eyes. Then, maybe his hair when he only wears a standard facemask. At one point you spot his mouth when he lifts his balaclava up so he can take a drink or smoke (or so he can kiss you). Letting you see his face - his entire face, all at once - is a big deal for Simon. It's something he doesn't give to everyone. In fact, he doesn't really give it to anyone. The only people who have seen it in recent years are certain medics, his team, and you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn't like a partner who is... too pushy? idk how to put it. But don't come into the relationship thinking you can fix him or change him. Simon knows he carries more baggage than a metropolitan airport. He's aware. He'll start working through it when he's good and ready, and not a second sooner. Try and force him on that front, and you'll quickly push him away. I also headcanon that he wants nothing to do with someone who's quick to be outwardly angry. If you're the type who yells easily, stomps around, slams doors, etc, then it's absolutely not gonna work out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sleeps very lightly. He's awake at the smallest jolt of movement. Also a very quiet sleeper. To the point where sometimes you have to watch for the rise and fall of his chest because you start to worry he's not breathing. In addition: it takes a lot of trust for him to fall asleep around you. He's definitely not the type to doze off around strangers. Because of this, he tends to take most night watches when out in the field until he gets so exhausted he can't fight the sleep anymore. But once he's home with you and you're with him, he's out like a light.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 2 months

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could u write smth about being out with Simon and a guy is hitting on reader?

Either watch the Hand or lose the Hand

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Ghost x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, hints of smut, harsh language, protective Ghost, creepy men, kissing, married couple, harassment, some perverted comments,

𖤐summary: Ghost and Y/n need to go to the store for a few things but when Y/n is on her own and Ghost is trying to find the other things on Y/n's list, but he comes back a creepy man is flirting with Y/n

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"Come on baby! We have to go!" Ghost yells for his wife from the bottom of the stairs.

"Chill, I'm taking my time, the store isn't going to grow legs and leave." Y/n giggles at her husband.

"You never know, and I want to get there before all the weird people come out."

"What's considered weird to you Ghost?" She asked, getting her sandals on and grabbing her purse to complete her outfit. Ghost placed his hands on her waist of her sundress and kissed her temple.

"I'm talking about the weird so-called single mothers that always hit on me," Ghost says, opening the front door for Y/n.

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Ghost grabbed a cart pushing it as Y/n locked her arm with his as they looked down at the list. Y/n and Ghost had a family cook out they were going to this Saturday, but they were also out of a few things.

Y/n wanted to make a fruit salad, and some cookies and brownies as a sweet treat. Ghost pushed the cart as Y/n was going over the list on what she needs. Ghost takes the list from her and memorized the things she needed.

"Why don't I go the stuff to make your homemade brownies and cookies and you worry about the fruit, okay?"

"Are you sure? It's a lot of things, Si."

"I know, I know, I can do it, I know what you need," Ghost says.

"Okay, get everything."

"I will," he kissed her lips before going to the baking section leaving Y/n on her own. She had grabbed strawberries, blueberries, grapes, kiwis, raspberries and more.

"You should get bananas if you like fruit." Y/n stopped what she was doing and turned around, she knew it wasn't Ghost, but she felt uncomfortable with that sort of comment.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"If you like fruit, get some bananas."

"Are you suggesting that because I'm a woman and 'knows' how to handle a 'banana' or you are just saying that cause you think you're funny?"

"Honey, I know I'm funny, that's why I suggested it, you could handle my banana anytime," Y/n gave a disgusted look on her face and walked away. She hates bananas and for this type of reason as well, she doesn't even eat bananas around her own husband.

"Hey, now, I wanna keep talking."

"Well, I don't wanna talk to you," she says, walking away.

"Come on, now, I'm sorry about the comment...I like your dress...you single?"

"Married?" Y/n says.

"Oh damn, well, he doesn't have to know-"

"Actually he will," Ghost comes up past him placing the baked goods in her cart. "And yeah, that dress also looks better on the floor," he smirks, placing his arm on her waist and they walked away from the creepy guy.

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Ghost and Y/n were now in the frozen section and the same guy was in the aisle, maybe he will leave Y/n alone getting the hint that Ghost is her husband and to leave her alone.

The guy was looking in the freezers 'looking' for something.

"Which one, love?" Ghost asked.

"The chicken, get chicken," she says, leaning on the cart, Ghost opens the freezer turning his back to her. The creep then shines his phone under Y/n's skirt.

She didn't notice. Ghost turns back around and the creep had moved away from Y/n, but Ghost caught it. He places the frozen meat into the cart and marches to the guy.

"Simon?"

Ghost grabs the creeps wrist, he drops his phone on the ground and Ghost grabs it off the floor, the creeps is wallowing in pain and his knees landed on the floor. Ghost opened his photos and saw a few pictures of Y/n's underskirt and a short video as well.

"You takin' photos of my wife!?" Ghost was pissed, seeing red pissed. Y/n had pushed the cart next to Ghost, he shows her the photos and video. She gasps and takes the phone from Ghost seeing more underskirt photos of different women.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Y/n asked.

"I think you're really pretty."

"You are fucking disgusting," Ghost then starts dragging the creep. Ghost drags him to the front of the store knocking on a door labeled 'Security'

The door opens and Ghost basically tosses the guy inside the office.

"He's taking underskirt photos of women and he got my wife," Ghost says.

"We caught him doing it to another woman, we called the police, it's good to know the police won't go on a wild goose chase to get this guy."

Ghost heads back to his wife, she looks at him a bit worried.

"Is he gone?"

"They already called the police because they caught him doing it to other women, I just made their job easier by dragging his creepy ass up there," he says, he puts his hand on her waist and they went to go pay for their stuff.

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Ghost and Y/n were home, and Ghost was putting everything away in their certain spots. Ghost placed the chicken on the counter and was going to prep it for dinner tonight.

Y/n was cutting veggies, once Ghost was done, he moves over to Y/n placing his hand on her butt giving her a lovingly squeeze and kissing her temple.

"You okay?" he asked her.

"I've just never had anything like that happen to me before...not even when I was in High school with dumb jocks, no one has ever done that to me before...I don't know, how I feel," she says, leaning on Ghost.

"I understand," he says.

Ghost watches as she cuts the vegetables he grabs her hands taking the knife from her hands, he made her wrap her arms around his waist and hugged her, rubbing her back.

"Your hugs are the best," she says, snuggling her face into his chest.

"Only for you...you are quite literally the only person I hug because you deserve it," he says, kissing the top of her head.

Y/n looks up at him, her chin on his chest. His hand ran through her hair, and kissed her lips.

"For now on, to make you feel comfortable I can go to the store for you or I can come with you everywhere."

"I wouldn't mind that," she says, burying her face in his chest.

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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husband material

little things they do to make you feel that special wifey treatment ♡ requested by @happyweirdough went for headcanons on this one! featuring: satoru, megumi, yuuta, toge, kento, and suguru ___

GOJO SATORU ♡ holds your hand everywhere you go, even when it's kinda inconvenient because you're carrying your drink and your bag. if he has to, he'll settle for wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you snug in his side. ♡ spoils you relentlessly. he's on a mission? he brings back all sorts of souvenirs and his favorite sweets to share with you. you're walking around town and look at something in a shop's window for two seconds? he's dragging you in. oh, and if you need to go shopping for clothes, expect it to take a while, because satoru's going to want to see everything you try on.

♡ definitely calls himself your husband on the regular. you don't figure this out until you meet some of his colleagues, and they ask how you could put up with being married to him. maybe you should be annoyed- but you think it's just so cute that satoru talks about you so much and refers to you as his wife, that you go along with it and don't tell him you know.

♡ after that, you definitely start seeing him in a new light. every time he insists on picking up the check, or paints the nails on your dominant hand for you, or carries your bags even if you only have one or two, you sort of start to think of him as your husband, too. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

♡ megumi is so husband material and he's not even trying.

♡ all the little things you swoon over, he very much considers the bare minimum. surprising you with your favorite drink and pastry? picking up a copy of the book you'd been raving about ever since you'd read it so he could talk to you about it? letting you snuggle with some of his familiars when you've had a bad day, and even leaving a few rabbits with you to keep you company when he's on an assignment? good morning and goodnight texts even when you stayed with each other? this was all child's play! it was simply him trying to show you in every way he could how much he loved you.

♡ he's definitely the type to give you his jacket as soon as you shiver, even if he'd told you to bring a jacket because it would be cold. he'd never complain.

♡ i also feel like he always helps you with your jewelry, securing your necklaces or bracelets with gentleness and ease. probably places a kiss on the back of your neck or wrist after he does so.

♡ megumi's not huge on pda, but he does want everyone to know you're his. so expect him to stick close to you everywhere you go.

♡ he likes to call you his partner, because boyfriend/girlfriend just doesn't do your relationship justice. it's so much deeper than that. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

♡ this man is husband material and he knows it. he strives for it.

♡ sore from training or an assignment? he's drawing you a hot bath and massaging your achey muscles.

♡ cuddling on the couch watching a movie? you better be in his lap, but he'll pull you onto him if he has to.

♡ he's memorized your favorite everything. drink, snack, movie, color, book, animal- he's got it all down. he never has to ask for your order from anywhere. he already knows, and he's already ordering it when you say you're craving a certain place.

♡ cooks for you. whenever he can, as much as he can. he bakes, too, but he likes to do that together so he can watch you lick batter off your fingers ;)

♡ never misses an opportunity to remind you how much he loves you. yuuta is definitely prone to monologuing about how perfect you are, and how he wants to be by your side forever. (especially when he's drunk)

♡ if he's drunk, no matter who's around him, he's telling them all about you and how you're his soulmate. you adore it, you think it's the most romantic, most silly thing ever. your friends... they grow a little tired of it after the first five times or so.

♡ they do think it's kinda crazy you guys didn't just get married in high school, because you haven't stopped hanging off each other since you met. that's right, yuuta's been whipped since day one baby.

♡ but a true husband finds just the right moment, just the right atmosphere to pop that question ;) ___

INUMAKI TOGE

♡ big sweetheart. even bigger flirt.

♡ he has been flirting with you since you met and even after all this time he still finds ways to make you blush and giggle. compliments you even when you've just woken up and have bedhead. he's learned every hand sign for words of affirmation, even when you can't keep them all straight, you can tell by the way he's looking at you what he's trying to communicate.

♡ loves pda. lives for pda. what can he say? you have a very kissable face, and his hands love your body as much as his eyes do! not to mention, the benefit of your blushing, shy self when you're in public and he's found a moment to pull you in and steal a kiss is just too great.

♡ he's also pretty jealous. and if he could speak freely, he'd happily tell any man to look at you that he'll wring their neck <3 well... maybe he could anyways? cursed speech could be an advantage here...

♡ always trying to impress you. this means pushing himself in training, picking up origami, writing extensive love letters, filling the bed with rose petals... there's nothing he wouldn't do to make you smile. ___

NANAMI KENTO

♡ I think kento is the most husband of all these men, because he's not going to a part of any relationship that isn't completely series. this man is ready to settle down.

♡ if you go out together, expect classy dinner dates. but if you stay in, expect a relaxed evening with wine and reading together on the couch.

♡ when he holds your hand, he's always stroking your skin with his thumb. it's a mindless little thing, but it's so sweet and gentle that it makes you melt.

♡ i also think he'd kiss the back of your hand often. in greeting, or when he's complimenting you, or maybe even just cause. so romanticccc

♡ when he asks you to move in with him, he definitely makes it a very serious conversation. he wants you to know this is an important milestone to him that he doesn't want to be taken lightly. he loves his space, and he loves you. he loves you enough to share his space with you, and that's a big deal for kento.

♡ helps you every step of the way with the moving process. he helps you pack, drops off your donations, carries anything that he deemed too heavy for you, and he's happy to integrate your things in what was once his space. he's so happy for it to be shared now. ___

GETO SUGURU

♡ for the sake of my sanity and my denial, this suguru is au as hell. he's a good boy and a jujutsu sorcerer with his best friend and you and he's happy, damnit!!!

♡ suguru may be tamer than his white haired counter-part- but he's nothing if he's not charismatic and romantic as hell! he finds a way to spin everything you say into some sort of compliment on your behalf, even if it doesn't make that much sense sometimes.

♡ he absolutely loves to make you bashful, as long as you know that everything he says is the truth and you really are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he doesn't care who else is around to hear it, all that matters is you are.

♡ because of this, he's no stranger to pda

♡ brings you breakfast in bed every morning you get to share together. you both lead busy lives, so time together was a treat. and you'd soak up every minute of it you could get.

♡ i think he definitely helps you put your heels on on the rare occasion that you wear them. he's happy to get a peek up your skirt as he eases your foot into the strappy sandal. probably places a kiss on your ankle before saying the most sinful, romantic thing you've ever heard.

♡ (on the rare occasion you're wearing such attire, you're always late)

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a/n: i left out choso bc i'm not caught up enough in the manga to really get a feel for his character yet-- but I'm sure he'll make appearances in my work soon enough !!

xoxo ~ jordie

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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jealous headcanon with neige, trey, jamil, cater, epel and rook please

Ok, a jealous head canon coming right up ! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope you enjoy reading this. So sorry for making this so late.

Pairing(s) : neige leblanche x reader, trey clover x reader, jamil viper x reader, cater diamond x reader, epel felmier x reader, rook hunt x reader

Warning(s) : well...jealousy, a bit of possessive behavior because you are their partner after all ! The reader's gender wasn't mentioned so it will be gender neutral, please send in a request if you wanted it to be specific.

Neige Leblanche :

Neige isn't one to be jealous easily, he's constantly surrounded by admirers so if anything you need to know what you're getting into once you decide to date him.

If you get jealous he'll apologize but Neige is far too nice to shoo off his fans. It's annoying, but you must understand that fame also has its flaws. Such as...this one.

He gets a little pouty if he sees you spending more time with someone else than him.

If its just a quick hello or a short conversation he doesn't mind. The boy isn't going to destroy your social life !

Of course he won't immediately show it when you're with that certain person but once he notices just how happily you're smiling in their company, Neige starts to have doubt.

He would understand the pressure of having to be with a star, he always needs to dress up so that people don't recognize him.

Would you be happier with someone else ?

Would you be better off with a person who doesn't have to make you suffer the fate of being watched 24/7 simply because they're popular ?

he will distance himself from you and you have to talk to him about his behavior towards you.

Tell him that you're happy and that you love him for who he is, not because of position in fame.

Trey Clover :

He is an easy going/really chill guy, Trey doesn't get clingy or becomes a jerk when he feels possessive of his partner.

He won't plan the person's death either. Looking at you jade-

If you are the one who is causing this jealousy by flirting with a random friend or being physically closer with another platonic companion he doesn't know :

Trey would be more of a doubtful type of jealous, similarly to Neige, he'll immediately think the problem is him.

Maybe he hasn't given you enough attention this week or he did something wrong and now you're finding yourself in the need to receive this recognition from someone else.

Will ask if he did anything to upset you, will maybe act more lovey lovey then he already is, probably asks you something like "Do you wanna try the sweets I've been baking ? I made a little too much so it would be great if you could help me not get scolded by riddle !"

Now for the different scenario :

The person you're interacting with is the one who is doing the flirting and/or acting too touchy with you.

He talks to you regarding the matter but he won't make a big deal about it. Just brings it up one day and as his lovable partner you can either tell the other guy/girl to stop because you're taken or simply cut ties with them.

A healthy relationship isn't healthy without trust and if you don't trust him or if he doesn't trust you then get tf out-

He's just a cool husband, good husband material. Must marry.

Jamil Viper

Jamil will handle the situation in a very calm manner but on the inside he has already murdered whoever is taking up your attention 3 times. wait now it's 4-

When he does get jealous he completely denies it cause he thinks it's childish to think the way he is thinking when someone gets too chummy with his partner.

If it's Kalim then dear lord please tell the sweet prince to run or else another overblot is going to explode.

...

I did not just witnessed you speeding down the dorm hallways with an oblivious dorm leader in your arms and a vice housewarden viciously shooting snakes at y'all.

If you're the one who is initiating the whole..whatever he assumes to be flirting he will give you the worst silent treatment.

And I mean it when I say the worst.

Bro doesn't even look like he's breathing the same air as you, no acts of service will ever have Jamil give you a single glance in the next 500 hours.

After that he's a bit grumpy but with an apology along with the head of the person you flirted with will get him to forgive you.

"Just don't do that again, I don't know what kind of sorcery had you flirting with that student but you better not do it ever again."

Our Viper boy is someone who requires loyalty in a partner despite not being that loyal to his own future ruler himself ! COUGH COUGH YOU CAN STOP KILLING ME JAMIL

Cater Diamond

UUUH- what.

First of all, I have no idea how he would react.

I'm hesitating between 'he'll flirt with that person with you' or 'he'll turn into a completely different individual and scare the other one to death.'

...

Yeah no, neither of them work.

Cater is not someone who strikes me as possessive or completely open either. Similarly to Neige, this man is going to feel insecure and probably lose his smile when he sees you look more cheerful/ flirty around someone who isn't him.

Walks away, head down and eyes on his phone. He scrolls through magicam to keep his mind distracted, but Trey could tell his smile didn't reach his eyes when he saw him.

"hey there Trey-un ! Uh ? Oh [Name] ? They're just hanging around their friends, I decided to leave them alone since I didn't wanna bother..Mmh ? Am I jealous ? I mean I shouldn't be, but you're right..I am. But don't go telling them that, the last thing I want if for them to get mad at me. I wouldn't wanna loose my favorite Magicam Star !"

It's depressing, I'm not even joking, it's really really sad.

GO APOLOGISE RN

If the person is flirting with you and making you uncomfortable then he'll jump right in and rescue you from those idiots cay-cay style !

*abominable shriek of cringe*

Why is his English translation so wonky-

Epel Felmier

Anger, lots of it, especially if someone is hitting on you in front of him. And knowing what will happen if that person mistakes him while flirting with you for a girl just makes it worse.

He'll get annoyed of course, but he sure is furious now !

Epel can get possessive, he'll punch the teeth out of the student who dared to even look at you weird.

If you're visibly uncomfortable he doesn't hesitate to step in and pull you towards him.

"They belong to me, fucker." "EPEL ! LANGUAGE !" "VIL SHUT THE FUCK UP- !"

Just kiss him and remind him that you'll never leave because someone tells you one to three pick up lines. He's the manliest man in your eyes and that'll never change.

You flirt with someone else :

He's running up to you screaming and crying about how unfaithful you are.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ?!" "epel-" "IS IT BECAUSE I'M NOT TALL ?! IT BETTER NOT BE WHY ?!" "I just asked them where the next chemistry class was." "..." "DID YOU NOT ASK ME BECAUSE I'M NOT MANLY-?!" "epel please-"

Rook Hunt

HAHA run.

Both of you, run.

There is no escaping this man, he's hunting you both for dinner.

Rook is one who's ok for open relationships but if it means straight up cheating, you are dead.

If the friend is the one who's hitting on you but you don't reciprocate he'll just jump right onto the conversation and be like :

"I know ! My trickster is the most gorgeous person I ever met, however, that means they deserve to be worshipped so bow down and praise the ground they walk on you predator-"

Jk, unless.

I mean your his partner and a god/dess to his eyes, you deserve to be treated as such.

We all know how he can't stop blabbering about your gorgeousness. (I'm gonna be honest with you rn I have no idea how to write for this guy, he is so weird and will get turned on just for witnessing a murder.)

So he isn't surprised when other people are attracted to you, if it's just a friend, then he would like to know them better.

If it's someone who straight up tries to flirt with you while you're uncomfortable then he'll jump right in and say the exact words I expected him to previously.

On the other hand, if you were the one trying to catch someone else's eye then he'll ask you what's wrong.

"Is there something I haven't been doing right for you Beauté ?"

If you managed to score Rook then please marry me you're drop dead heavenly-

Thank you for reading now bababye~

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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Midnight Rain

Alright friends! This my second piece in my new series of One Shots inspired by Taylor Swift's Midnights! If there is a song on there and a Top Gun person you feel it goes with, don't hesitate to send me a request!

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Language, Mentions of drinking, jealousy, cheating, abuse.

He knew this day would eventually come... deep down he had hoped it wouldn't, but the creme colored envelope with his name written in your script sat on his counter as a blaring reminder that it had.

He picked it up and opened it to read it again:

"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. Bryson Edward Abbott and Ms. Y/n Grace Cooper on the 28th of May 2022 at 6pm at the Abbott Ranch, Fort Worth TX."

He couldn't believe you were marrying Bryce fucking Abbott... the one person in all of Texas Jake couldn't stand.

Maybe if he had gotten his head out of his ass sooner, his name would have been next to yours and you two would be getting married on his family ranch, but what seems like a lifetime ago, Jake Seresin left you crying on your front porch after he told you he was going to Top Gun and leaving Texas for good.

He sighed before double checking he had everything he needed for the next 14 days. His flight to Fort Worth left in three hours and he wanted to give himself plenty of time for any hang ups at the airport.

A few hours later his mom and sister greated him at baggage claim.

"Oh honey!" His mom cried as she wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Hey there little bro." His sister Savannah greeted him.

The Seresin family made their way out of their airport to Savannah's waiting car. The drive to the ranch was filled with Jake's mother and sister asking him questions and catching up. He was fine until his mother brought up Y/n and Bryce's wedding. Jake cringed at the thought of you becoming Y/n Abbott in two weeks. Something that didn't go unnoticed by his sister.

When they arrived at the ranch Jake was please to see his father and his other older sister Lauren had picked up his rental car for him. The grey Silverado similar to the one he had back in San Diego was waiting for him in the drive way.

His mother insisted he didn't need it, but there was no way in hell he wasn't going to be without transportation for two weeks.

Later when his mother needed an ingredient from the store, she was more than thankful Jake had rented a truck.

So, here he was now looking in the baking aisle for the very specific brand of chocolate chips she just had to have for her cookies.

Once he had found them he tossed them in his small cart and quickly turned to head out. In his haste he bumped into someone else. He looked up to see who it was only to be met with a familiar pair of eyes.

"Y/n" he breathed out as if he couldn't believe you were standing infront of him.

"Jacob Seresin, what are the odds?" you smiled at him before waltzing over and pulling him into a hug. He was taken aback for a moment before he reciprocated the hug.

"Pretty good odds that I'm here considering you're getting married in a couple weeks. I had some leave I needed to use so I came out a little early to see the family." He said answering your previous question.

The two of you stood there in the aisle catching up on the past years, you were both trying to be polite, but the obvious pain he had caused you hung in the air.

"Jake, I'd love to catch up more. Would you like to come get drinks with me and Bryce and Marissa tonight?" You asked him sweetly.

Jake could've said that he would rather eject out of an F-18 than get drinks with you, your fiancée, and your best friend. He could have said that, but instead he said "Yes I'd love to, where at and what time?"

"The Red Barn Saloon on Main at 8 sound good?" You asked.

"Sure." He replied.

"Great, do you still have the same phone number?" You asked innocently.

"Um no, I don't." He said shyly.

"Can I see your phone?" You asked. He unlocked it and handed it to you. You quickly typed in your number and sent a quick text to yourself so you would have his.

"I will text you if anything changes." You say before continuing your shopping.

Maybe it was wrong of him, but Jake had never been more thankful that his mother had sent him on an errand in his life.

By the time 8pm had rolled around Jake was an excited mess. He walked into the bar looking for you. While he wasn't thrilled that Bryce and Marissa would be joining the two of you, he was thankful that maybe there was a glimmer of hope that you would let him come back in your life.

He scanned the crowd until he saw you alone at a booth. You looked beautiful, a yellow sundress graced your form he had to remember how to breathe for a moment.

"Hey!" You called as you jumped up to hug him.

"Hey!" He responded hugging you back without hesitating this time.

"Where are Marissa and Bryce?" He asked as he sat down.

"They are both at his campaign office working late on some things. Marissa is his chief of staff." You explained. "Bryce texted me and said they were sorry they couldn't make it but we should have fun and he wants to see you soon!"

"Huh. Okay." Jake said. In his head he was thinking that sounded a little suspicious. Jake's father had informed him that Bryce was running for Congress. He didn't know that Y/n best friend was on his staff.

He shouldn't make a big deal about it. Politicians and their staff worked late all the time, but Jake remembered Marissa. She was a beautiful girl... and Bryce was never one to shy away from temptation. No. Stop Jake. He mentally scolded himself. He was not going down this road, no, you were happy, he was going to be happy for you.

The night played on and you two caught up over the things you had each missed over the past six years. Beers and conversations flowed between the two of you, however after three, Jake switched to water becasue some needed to be okay to drive both of you home if needed.

"Wait... wait... wait.... they call you Hangman? Like the kids game?" You laughed at him. You had asked what his call sign was, thinking it was probably going to be something Texas related, not a child's game.

"It was because I kind of sort of used to be an asshole to fly with and would leave my wingman hanging." He admitted.

"I know what that's like. To be left hanging by Jake Seresin." You blurted out. Once the words left your lips you immediately covered your mouth in embarrassment. You hadn't meant to say that. The alcohol loosened your lips.

"Jakey, I'm sorry I shouldn't have." You apologize seeing the hurt flash across his face.

"It's okay darlin. I deserved that." He says rubbing you arm.

You feel like such an ass now. You told yourself from the moment you saw him in the store you weren't going to bring up the past. He checked his phone.

"It's getting late sweetheart. How are you getting home?" He asked.

"I was planning to Uber, but" you pause checking and seeing that there in none available. "There isn't one for another two hours." You sigh

"I can take you home if you want." He offers with a genuine smile. He holds out his hand to help you up. You take it and wobble upon standing. He tucks you closer to his side as you two leave the bar.

You don't know why but you curl in closer to him, breathing in the familiar scent of him. He helps you into his truck as you feebly feed him directions to your home... the home you share with Bryce.

He helps you up the steps but you can't find your keys. He knocks on the door and a flustered looking Bryce Abbott opens it a few minutes later.

"Jake?!" He asks looking almost startled to see you. "How are you man?" He asks. "I'm good. Hope you are. How's the campaign going?" Jake asks making small talk.

"It's good. Thanks for brining Y/n home. Did she try to call me I didn't see a missed call from her?" He asks Jake.

"No she was going to get an Uber but it would have been hours so I offered to bring her back. I only had a couple and stopped drinking a while ago." Jake explains as he passed you to Bryce.

"Thanks man, I owe you one." Bryce nods. Jake turns to leave before Bryce yells out to him.

"Hey Jake!" Jake turns back around.

"So listen I know this is crazy and all but, one of my groomsmen just had to back out of the wedding his job is sending him to Finland to secure an account and he has to go. I know we haven't talked in a while but we were always old football buddies, and if you already have plans I get it, but I talked to your sister and she said you were free... could you possibly fill in? I know Y/n doesn't want an uneven bridal party." He asks you.

Jake should have laughed in his face. Jake should have turned around and run. Jake should have said no, but instead Jake said "Sure man, I'd be honored. Y/n has my number. Just call me in the morning with the details." Before leaving into the night wondering what the fuck he was going to do.

Jake Seresin isn't exactly sure how he made it through the next 10 days with a smile on his face but somehow he did.

He fell into the role of groomsman perfectly. Your family thanked him over and over again. So did you. He actually felt like he could do this until the rehearsal garden party Marissa was hosting.

Everything seemed to be going fine. As luck would have it, he was paired with his sister in the bridal party, which made all of your single friends in the party a bit excited knowing he was available. You would be lying if you didn't say you weren't a touch jealous when you saw the way your sorority sister Emma looked at him.

But, you couldn't be, you were getting married, you didn't want Jake anymore. He chose his career over you. He wanted to chase a dream. He was fickle like midnight rain. You weren't. You were calm, sure, and steady.

"Y/n!" Bryce yelled at you snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned and saw his face and knew his expression meant he was angry. "Shit" you mumbled before walking up to him

"Hey honey whats up?" You asked with the biggest fake smile on your face.

"We need to speak, privately." He grumbled before you followed him into the house.

A while later the party was running low on bottled water. Jake being the dutiful groomsman went inside to look for some, and that's when he heard it.

The hushed yet fiery tones of you and Bryce arguing. He shouldn't be nosy but curiosity got the better of him.

He peaked inside the study just in time to see Bryce reach out and violently grip your arm and pull you towards him. You yelped in pain and tears formed in your eyes. Jake couldn't hear everything that was being said, just you profusely apologizing while Bryce shook you.

That son of a bitch, Jake thought. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. You were always so sweet and kind, how could Bryce be so mean and cruel to you.

Jake had seen this pattern of behavior before, he once kept some really shitty company, and he could tell by your reaction that this wasn't the first time Bryce and hurt you.

As much as he tried to push down his feelings, he couldn't anymore. He decided in that moment, though he didn't know how, but he was never going to let Bryson fucking Abbott hurt his girl again.

Jake didn't plan to come to Texas to ruin your wedding, or maybe he did who knows, but tonight was the bachelor party and in less than 24 hours, unless he did something you were going to marry Bryce Abbott. The thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth, worse than the shitty whiskey he just took a shot of.

Bryce and all of the groomsmen were out at some bar celebrating. Jake was the most sober of the group, he mentally decided that was what he needed to do in order to figure out how to get you to leave Bryce.

"Jaaaake" Bryce slured as he came over and threw his arm around his shoulder.

"Hey man how about some water? You are getting married tomorrow." Jake said trying to get him to slow down.

Bryce too a sip before looking back at him. "So dude I really appreciate you filling in. You want to know something?" Bryce asked with a bleary look on his face.

"Sure." Jake responded. "Marco, the guy you replaced isn't actually in Finland. I kicked him out because he walked in on me and Marissa screwing in the office." Bryce laughed.

Jake's eyes went wide. "He threated to tell Y/n so I blackmailed him and kicked him out of the wedding." Bryce continued.

"If you're sleeping with Marissa then why are you marrying Y/n" Jake asked as he tried to remain calm and not punch Bryce in is teeth.

"Y/n looks good in pictures, she will be a good politician's wife and she comes from money... money fuels campaigns. Plus she has no idea Marissa and I are sleeping together because we work together and work long hours. Anyway I'm going to go ride the mechanical bull. See you." Bryce says before walking away like nothing had happened.

That was it, the last straw. Jake grabbed his things and sped to your hotel room.

He pounded on the door. You were surprised to see him when you opened it.

"We need to talk." He said before barging in.

He explained everything to you that Bryce had said, and what he had seen. You confessed that it wasn't the first time Bryson had hurt you, and that deep down you knew something was going on with him and Marissa.

Then he apologized to you for leaving you. Told you how sorry he was for everything and how this was all his fault.

And then he did something you didn't expect.

He kissed you.

It was searing, hot, tender, and full of passion.

You broke apart before he spoke again.

"Y/n please don't do this. I still love you, you still love me!" Jake pleaded with her.

"Jake, I'm supposed to get married tomorrow! I can't just call off the wedding because you came back into my life two week ago and threw my world off its axis!" You yell back at him

"But he doesn't love you! He is cheating on you! He hurt you!" He shouts back.

"You hurt me too Jacob." You say barely above a whisper.

He pauses for a moment thinking about his next words.

"I know. I know I hurt you. And it is the biggest mistake I have even made in life, and I will never forgive myself for it. But Y/n, baby, I promise if you give me another chance I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I would do anything for you." He says taking your face in his hands.

"Would you give up flying for me?" You ask knowing that's what drove you two apart all those years ago.

"Absolutely. I'd turn in my wings today if it meant I could keep you forever." Jake tells you without hesitating. You can see that he is being truthful by the look in his eyes.

You're shocked because you didn't really think he would say that.

"I—I, Jake" you don't know what to say.

"Let me see your hand." He says. You hold out your left hand to him. He slips your engagement ring off and places it on your other hand, then he slides his Navy ring onto you finger.

"Jake what are you doing?" You ask looking at him confused. "I can't keep this!" You say going to remove the ring.

He stops you. "There's only two ways I will take this back from you. Tomorrow I'm not coming to the wedding, I can't stand up there in a suit and tie and not be the one marrying you." He begins

"I'm leaving for the airport at 6:30 tomorrow afternoon. So, you can either send that ring back with Savanah before then and I will drive off into the sunset. But if you chose to do that, just know I won't be back." He says.

"Or, you can bring it back to me yourself and I swear on my life, I'll give you a diamond ring to replace it." He finishes.

You arent sure how to respond. There is a beat of silence before he kisses you again. This time you don't fight it. You both break apart when you need air.

"Jake." You state as he starts to leave the room.

"Y/n, last time I didn't give you a choice when I left, this time I am, and whatever you chose, make your choice because it's want you want." He tells you before leaving for the night.

The next day you are getting ready for the wedding. Everyone is buzzing around you and talking but you honestly don't hear them.

You look back over to your small clutch that had Jake's ring neatly tucked into it, hidden from everyone. You look back at Savannah wondering if she knows what he said last night.

It's almost time to put on your dress and head for the ranch. You look at the time... 5:00pm. Jake leaves in an hour and a half.

Suddenly you feel a deep ache in your stomach, the thought over never seeing him again makes you sick. Jake was right. You deserved more than Bryce, someone who would give up everything for you. Someone who loved you.

Like the sky after a rain storm everything suddenly became clear.

"I need everyone out! You shout at all the people in your room. "I just need a little time and space." You say. Everyone silently nods and leaves. You lock the door behind them.

You take a deep breath, knowing what you are about to do is crazy and will forever chance the course of your life. You quickly write down an explanation before shrugging your robe and grabbing some clothes from your suitcase.

You find your car keys and slip off the ring from Bryce, placing with the note. You grab Jake's Navy ring and slip it on your finger. It looks like it belongs there.

You check in the hallway to make sure no one is there before slipping out and heading to your car.

30 minutes after you left, your phone was blowing up, but you didn't care, just like Jake said, you made this choice for you.

And once your father and other brother heard the reason you left Bryce, let's just say it ended his campaign and the hope of him ever having a straight nose ever again.

You were racing against time now. Damn downtown traffic. You had to get to Jake before he left.

6:05 was the time on the clock when you checked it again, you were almost to the Seresin family ranch, you sped down the road praying you would make it in time and hoping he didn't leave early.

Jake looked at the time on his phone 6:25... he sighed thinking that you weren't coming.

At least he tried.

He climbed into the truck and cranked it. The engine roared to life. He shifted into reverse and as he looked back to check his mirror, he saw a cloud of dust coming up the drive.

"No way. No fucking way." He breathed out.

He jumped out of his truck just as you pulled in behind it sending gravel flying.

You hopped out and ran into his arms almost knocking him to the ground.

You wrapped your body around him and pulled his face down to yours. You kissed him with all the passion you had been holding back.

"Jake." You breathed out looking deep into his eyes.

"I can't believe you're here. Is this real?" He asked looking at you.

"You aren't dreaming fly boy, I'm real, I'm here." You assure him before he kisses you again.

"But... why?" He asks now looking confused.

"Because I never stopped loving you. And I deserve someone who loves me so much they would give up everything for me. I never forgave myself for not going after you last time. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice." You tell him as you hug him tightly.

"Baby, you don't know how happy this makes me. As soon as we get back to California I'm going to get you the biggest diamond ring and and turning in my wings. I made you that promise and i intendto keep it" Jake tells you.

"I don't want you to give up flying." You tell him.

"But you asked me if I would and I told you that I would if you came back to me." He says looking puzzled.

"Just knowing that you would is enough for me. And I know you love flying, I couldn't in good conscience ask you to hang it up... Hangman." You tease.

"And as far as a big diamond ring, I've had enough of those. This one will do for now." You say showing him his Navy ring on your hand.

He smiles the biggest smile you have ever seen, your heart could burst at how happy you are.

"Well darlin, if you've got your things, all that's left is to hop in the truck and go. What do you say?" He asks opening rhe passenger door. You grab your suitcase out of your car and he puts it in the truck, whatever you don't have your family can send you or you can buy. It doesn't matter as long as you are with Jake. You climb in, ready for this next adventure.

As he is about to drive away you pause. "Wait! I don't have a plane ticket!"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I already took care of that.' He says handing you two first class tickets to California.

"You already had the tickets? How did you know I was going to come back?" You ask him looking like the confused one now.

"I didn't, guess I was just hoping you would."

You both smile at each other before driving off into the sunset.

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kanamori-kamper-moved · 10 months

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Tres Leches Cake

Written for @ygorarepairweek!

YGO Rarepair Week 1 - Prompt is Sweets/Desserts - Fathershipping

~~~ Vetrix has always had an eye for baking, it’s always been there. Even when him and Faker were cooped up in that lab, he always baked nice little tea cakes, although he never accepted them, let alone his tea. He remembered it so clearly, to see the shards of the teacup splayed all about the ground. He detested Faker for the act, but he never let it show.

But now, he kind of missed it. He was so petite that he could barely reach the top of the kitchen counter, always having to drag over a stool or ask one of his kids to hold him up so he could get something.

He’d barely had time to bake as he used to. Oh, such a shame.

It was sad, really, to be reduced to such a pitiful thing. But it was okay, because Kazuma didn’t mind. When they’d reunited he had expected him to be disgusted, to wonder where the old him had been, to never speak to him again. Maybe he was just scared, because the moment Kazuma saw him again, it seemed he’d loved him even more than before.

It was almost like nothing changed.

He’s hesitant, however. It’s a maelstrom of “Can I do this?” and “Is it wrong?”, to the point it makes his head spin. Because Kazuma is married, after all. Vetrix has met his wife multiple times, she’s a nice lady, this has to go against some type of rule.

But he doesn’t have the time to dwell on it. it’s the middle of the day, a quarter past 2 and not a second more, and their outside soaking up the sun. Kazuma went traveling with her again, bringing over a box of tres leche cake he’d picked up. Even though he never says it, it’s a gift! He assumes Vetrix would like it. It’s light and fluffy, just as Kazuma is whenever he holds him close.

His eyes are starting to wander again, noticing Kazuma's smile. "Who's got you smiling like that?" Vetrix asks, setting down his fork for a moment, "It's you, I think. You're always so cute when you eat, y'know."

"A-Am I now?" Those words alone make his cheeks flush. (Along with his galaxy eyes too, which is pleasantly pulsing with color)

"Yeah, you've got a.. what's it called?” He takes a moment to think. Oh, endearingly air-headed Kazuma, “A sweet tooth, yeah!"

“It always shows whenever you eat cake or stuff like that..”

"I suppose I do." The blonde stifles an awkward laugh, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the runaway crumbs from the side of his lip.

But he doesn’t suppose so, he knows so. It wasn’t his fault that sweet things always tasted so amazing. Kazuma always has a way of making things better, this cake included. He’s never been fond of big extravagant cakes (like the one Mr. Heartland had at that big party for the World Duel Carnival finalists, which he was sure it tasted like nothing but chalky, tasteless fondant) as it was always the small ones he loved the most, much like this tres leches cake.

He doesn’t love it, (love is too strong a word to place on an inanimate object, and love denotes attachment. Vetrix is absolutely horrible with attachment) and he’s still not 100% sure if he hates it, but he continues to eat it while not being completely sure why.

Visiting Kazuma, or just having him come over always tended to be a little draining. Most times he couldn’t find the right words to say, or just wanted his intrusive thoughts to win, to pin him down to the ground and kiss him until the both of them forgot their own names. Vetrix could barely function, like a computer running on the the first version of Windows as it slowly rotted away. But it’s always a relief, because Kazuma does most of the talking, anyways.

Vetrix has never been chatty whenever he’s alone with Kazuma. No one’s here, just Vetrix and Kazuma and over 100 colorful flowers that sit in the the flowerbeds right next to the table. Hell, Kazuma helped him plant all of them as well.

“I like the sunflowers. They remind me of you.” He’s shifted in his chair just a bit. They always point towards the sun, as if it’s their own personal spotlight. But Vetrix isn’t confident enough to do any of that. “They’re pretty, like you.”

He doesn’t quite remember the last time he heard Kazuma call him pretty, it’s been so long that the memories almost escaped him. He remembered Kazuma holding him closed running his fingers through his hair when they slept in that tent together, “The stars are pretty tonight, almost as pretty as you.” But the moment was cut short due to the most obvious.

But, out of no where, he finally has it in him to speak.

“I like spending time with you,”

It’s not an “I love you”, or an “I need you”, or “I like you”, nothing to ever suggest it. But the feelings there.

“And uhm, thank you very much for the cake, you’re very sweet.” He squeaks, feeling a little tinier than he actually is. But he doesn’t even realize what he said, having to do a double take. “I mean the CAKE is very sweet!” He babbles out, yellow eyes darting about.

Kazumas smile doesn’t go away, seemingly unbothered. Vetrixs shoulders relaxed, cheeks covered in blush.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He chuckles as he cuts himself a slice. Almost as if he knew. “I’ve barely gotten to try this stuff, let’s see if it’s as good as you make it look!”

He takes his first bite of cake and briefly closes his eyes in contentment. It’s pleasantly sweet and moist, and Vetrix can’t help but look on as his features fill with pleasure.

“And you’re welcome, really.”

And somehow, almost magically, the tension disappears.

#Fathershipping #babygirl tag #yugioh zexal #Anthys Writing #Kazuma tsukumo #Byron Arclight #vetrix arclight #vetrix yugioh #tron arclight #tron zexal #Tron yugioh #Ygorarepairweek2023

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Lawyer! Superhero! Moonbyul x Reader - Days and Nights Like These

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This fic was inspired by a Jihyo fic from the amazing, talented, and wonderful @sanccharine along with my slight obsession with the Daredevil show on Disney+. Hope you all are well, and I wish you the best for a new week! ❤️

TW: Mentions of blood and injuries, and Moonbyul is super cheesy in this

Summary: Your wife, alongside being the best public defender in the city during the day, spends her nights taking care of the city in the ways that the law cannot. You're aware of her double life, and you only want to remind her to take care of herself when she's so worried about caring for other people.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Despite the tray of coffee and bag of baked treats occupying your hands, you manage to open the office door with little difficulty.

You're welcomed to the sight of a familiar office space in the city, and it's just as you had seen it yesterday, and the day before that. Maybe a few more papers were scattered around, but who were you to blame Sun and Moon Law Firm for being so popular with the locals?

You didn't even realize that Wheein was staring at you until you tore your gaze away from the office.

"Are you looking for Moonbyul?" Wheein asks while typing away at her computer.

She needs to take a break for once in her life. Wheein works her ass off, and she barely gets a thanks in return.

"I am, but I actually have something for you and Solar too."

You set the tray down on a clear corner of Wheein's chaotically organized desk. You fish out a small cinnamon roll for her, and you hand her one of the cups of coffee.

"Sorry if I didn't get you the right-"

Wheein shakes her head before taking the cinnamon roll and coffee from you.

"Please don't apologize. I appreciate the gesture, and I'm sure Solar will too, Y/N." Wheein reassures you before the door on your left opens.

Solar sticks her head out of the door, and she offers you a bright smile. You chuckle as she eyes the coffee and food on the desk.

"Is that for me?!?" She excitedly asks.

You nod before grabbing a blueberry muffin from the bag. Solar nearly jumps out of her office before standing in front of you.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you, Y/N?" Solar says before snatching the muffin from your grasp.

She squeals in delight after the first bite, and you make sure to hand her a coffee as well.

"You tell me… at least twice a day at this point, Solar."

You smile before Solar plants a friendly kiss on your cheek.

"You're the best! Why, if Moonbyul didn't already marry you, I'd do so in a heartbeat!"

Wheein laughs as you hear the main door behind you close.

"What was that, Solar?"

Solar turns red as you turn to face the woman who just spoke.

"I can't believe you're late to your job." You tease as Moonbyul closes the distance between the two of you. "You really can't show up on time, even if you own the place."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart… maybe you could let me apologize with a kiss?" She flirts with you as you place a gentle, loving hand on her shoulder.

"You're just as charming as the day I met you." You wave off her advances before giving Moonbyul the kiss that she desires.

"You're worth every word, baby." She winks before placing a hand on your waist.

You laugh in an attempt to hide your embarrassment, and she smiles proudly before kissing your forehead.

"Listen, I hate to break this up… but we've got some cases to work on." Solar interrupts the two of you.

Moonbyul lets go of your waist, and you step away from her so she can grab the remaining coffee and baked goods.

"Do you have any updates for us, Wheein?" Moonbyul asks as Solar heads into her office.

"Actually, I do. You know that Mrs. Martinez heard back from her landlord, and they said…." Wheein and Moonbyul's voices fade away as they walk into Solar's part of the office.

Solar gives you a thumbs up and a warm smile.

"I'll make sure she gets home on time."

"You better." You jokingly say as Solar closes the office door.

You happily sigh before throwing away the trash and heading out the door.

The early morning hours tick by slowly as you await your wife's arrival to your small apartment. Well, technically speaking, it's her apartment, but you both pay rent and do chores. You had to fight tooth and nail to do so, however, since Moonbyul is very stuck in her ways. She barely lets you pay for dinner, so it took hours upon hours of convincing to get Moonbyul to let you pay your half of the rent.

You check the clock, and it's only been one minute since you've checked last.

It really gets boring at 3:31 in the morning, especially when your wife is out doing god-knows-what.

Although many would call Moonbyul a hero in the courtroom, that wasn't the only place that she helped to save lives. She preferred the term 'vigilante', but it was all the same to you.

When Moonbyul wasn't busy helping commonfolk navigate the court system, she'd be nonchalantly fighting crime late at night. You had accidentally found out yourself one night when she came home bloody and bruised when you were staying over at her place.

You had nearly called for emergency help, but Moonbyul persuaded you not to, which was when the truth came out. Initially, you were upset, but then you felt bad that she felt like she had to hide a part of herself from you. You had been so open and honest with her, yet she felt so guarded around you most of the time.

It took you much longer to realize why Moonbyul would, in the past, suddenly cancel late-night dates or flake out of certain social events. Once that realization hit you, you had decided to make your schedule work around hers. Late-night dates turned to morning coffee dates, and large social events became an intimate gathering among a few friends. Her comfort was above all for you, and you wanted to make this relationship work because you love Moonbyul with every atom in your body.

You roll over and check the clock once more.

It's 3:32… I better get the medical kit ready since I have nothing better to do, and I'm not going to bed anytime soon.

In the dark apartment, you manage to stumble into the bathroom. You turn on the light, and it flickers for a few moments as you readjust your eyes to the light.

You grab the medical kit from one of the drawers by the sink, and you set out one bandage of every size, some burn cream, an ointment for cuts, and a medium-sized roll of gauze.

That's when you hear the door open, and you grab the gauze roll before stepping out of the bathroom.

Without hesitation, you throw the gauze in the general direction of the person who just entered your house.

Moonbyul catches the item without looking in your direction, and she softly laughs while shaking her head.

"Our apartment is locked, sweetheart. Who else is going to get in here besides me?"

She tosses her mask to the side before turning on a light.

"I don't know, but I'd like to be prepared for an emergency." You huff before crossing your arms.

The skin-tight suit and messy hair is a different look to Moonbyul than the suit-wearing, tidy lawyer that you saw in the morning.

"It's nice to know that you're thinking about protecting yourself, but please throw something that could actually hurt someone if that should ever happen."

You try not to laugh as you eye her for injuries.

"Busy night?"

"No, it was quiet. Too quiet, if you're asking me." Moonbyul says before carelessly laying on the couch.

"I'm glad you're not hurt, though." You turn off the bathroom light, and you close the door before approaching your wife.

"Me too." She sighs, and you lay next to her without saying a word. "You can come closer, Y/N. I don't bite too hard~"

"Ah, why do you say things like that!" You exclaim before lightly smacking her shoulder.

"I do it because I love you." She earnestly says while catching your hand with hers.

"I know you do, babe." You comfort her by pulling yourself towards her. "I love you too."

"I wish we could spend the rest of our lives like this." She mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I know, but you've got a city to save and defend." You softly encourage her before the both of you yawn in unison.

"And you've got lots of things on your plate as well."

"That's why nights like these are amazing." You say before allowing your eyes to close. "I'd do everything over again if it met that I'd end up with you."

You wait for her to respond, but you're quickly able to tell that she's already asleep.

Good. Moonbyul needs the rest because this city needs its defender and protector in peak condition.

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lumiereandcogsworth · 6 months

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4, 12, 13, 21 for maurice

thanks love :”)

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? i’d love to write the movie about his love story with his wife maria. i KNOW it. like i know exactly how it happens and there’s drama and twists and turns and LOVE. but since i most likely won’t get to write it into a movie, i do hope someday to write it as a fic and get it up on ao3. but yeah it would be a great movie. the poor street artist and the wild girl from the aristocracy. tale as old as time (wait a minute 🤔😉)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? SO MANYYYYYY but one i’m rather fond of is that he loves to cook/bake. i think he’s always had a knack for it and would often help his mother in the kitchen when he was a child. cooking is definitely one of his love languages and he absolutely loved making things for maria, both when they were courting and after they were married. i mentioned this here but when maria was pregnant she had very bad insomnia and also very wild cravings, but she didn’t know how to cook at All (she grew up with servants) so she always woke maurice in the middle of the night craving the silliest concoction of foods. maurice was so sleepy but he’d always make it for her <3 and of course he loved getting to share this love with belle. i always imagine belle being his little sous-chef when he’s preparing meals in their kitchen. it’s some of his fondest memories in that cottage :”)

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot? well an easy one is 🎨 because he is, of course, an artist🤌 when i think of him i also think of gears and clockwork, since he’s introduced making a music box. i also think of his little glasses that he wears when he’s working on intricate details of his art pieces. OH AND HIS HAT! i’m not sure what symbol he would use. i think he likes floral patterns a lot though, and they appear in a lot of his art without him trying.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like? !!!!!!!!!! i sure do write for this character!!! here’s my series of him with maria and here’s my series when belle is a little kiddo and they’re in villeneuve :3 anyway, hm.

i think maybe my favorite thing to do is show all the ways he loves. like it’s so clear how deeply maurice loves. he’d go to the ends of the earth for his daughter, and he still clearly longs for maria all these years later. maurice is the type of man that, if you’re one of his people, you will forever be secure in that knowledge. you won’t ever NOT feel his gentle, but powerful love. i really love exploring his relationship with maria because of this, it breaks my heart but gosh it’s so sweet in the moment!!! i also love exploring his grief after losing her, whilst having to raise belle on his own. even in the midst of his devastation, his love for his family always shines through 🥺

i don’t really know how to answer the second part. what’s something i don’t like about writing him? nothing really. i mean i don’t love writing him so SAD but that’s LIFE, BABEY! and i do actually enjoy exploring the angst haha. but no i can’t think of anything really. i don’t think i’d write for him if i didn’t like writing him, lmao.

character asks!

#thank youuuuuuu :’)#gayassbenaffleck #answered #papa maurice #batb headcanons #batb 2017

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iameliseposts · 1 year

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OMG I SAW YOUR RESPONSE ON THE FORM THINF OMGOMG I NEED TO RANT ABT DIASOMNIA. and you have to sit through it cause you started this.

old medival:

you're but a simple townsperson, working along side your aunt at her small shop. you're beloved around town, as well as the shop, so naturally many foreign customers would come visit purely because of how much it's mentioned.

little to your knowledge, the crowned prince was traveling through those parts, unfortunately ambushed and forced to seek shelter in your town.

malleus who you take around, teaching him about how you live your day to day life. how to pick a batch of apples in the market to making jewelry to feature in the shop.

lilia who makes himself your self appointed bodyguard in the time he isn't busy. the elderly love him, young boys aspire to be him, the girls convinced you're meant to be.

sebek who refuses to have anything to do with you, but secretly filling lilia's spot when the fae is busy. it's like a game of hide and seek, but you never actually confront him, until one day he decided to talk to you.

silver who is dubbed a beauty through the town, even the next one's over. he helps you a lot with house chores: baking, cleaning, so forth. your aunt loves him, wanting you to marry him for the sake of keeping him. though, that isn't necessary..

mythology:

being ruler of land, you are well acquainted with its occupants. not just the people dwelling, but those that aren't. the great dragon the humans fear, the fae that pulls pranks on the townsfolk, the still soul sleeping on one of your caves, and the keeper of your natural green house.

all connected, but not at all. you enjoyed their presences equally, which is much returned.

malleus, the great dragon, who allows you to fly with him. the flower crown's you make him remind him it's time you two meet again for a trip through the skies and renewal of the intertwined flowers.

lilia, the mischievous fae, who reveals himself as you kneel down to take a drink from the pond. when you expect your hands to reach the cool water, instead you are met with the wide eyed fae staring back up at you. much to your fright.

silver, the still soul, waking from rest only once a month. that day you fill with the outdoors, convincing him to wake and visit you more often. the forest agrees, as those days are happiest.

sebek, the keeper of your land, you knew the forest was dying quicker than you could revive it. as those things take time. hoping to catch children endangering it and themselves, you were instead surprised to find one helping it and tending to its lifelessness.

i have sososososo much more but my brain can barely think straight 😭💔

Omgomg this is so amazing!! You can’t say your brain can’t think straight when you’ve made some great ideas!! 😤😤 Hehe I’ll take all the rants I can get my hands on! It made me think, so now I’m shoving thoughts right back at you

Starting with the medieval AU, having a shopkeeper MC is definitely interesting.

Working day and night with your aunt to make ends meet. Your shop was definitely the odd one on the street. Your store didn’t carry a certain type of item or anything. It had everything and that’s why it caught a prince’s eye…

Ohh being Malleus’ kind of life mentor makes my heart kehdhej- He’s amazed at how to do your duties so easily while you’re confused at how he lived his whole life without ordering some bread.

And Lilia being worried about your safety 💕. Anyone that starts a fight in the shop gets physically removed. Anyone that bothers you outside the shop sees Lilia and flees. At first, it was because you were close to his prince, but it turned into something else…

Sebek who’s just peeking out of the backroom to spy on you. He convinced himself that he’s suspicious of you and he needed to protect his prince! But he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself between you and an angry customer. Maybe instead of hiding in the back, he could stand by your side. This one turned more into a blurb than a reaction-

Silver being at your beck and call is just ✨ I love the loyal types! And your aunt also ships you djsjjdn 💕

And anything mythical immediately interests me haha!

Your people loved you and you adored them. Unfortunately, they couldn’t love the other creatures you befriended. They were essential to your people and yet they… They’ll find joy in your friends soon.

Malleus is prolly just as lonely bc of the whole dragon thing. And he’s now stuck in a cave 😭 Man just wants some friends…

Lilia made the world more interesting. All the pranks the two of you would do together! Couple goals 💅

You only met Sebek by consequences. Omgg its giving star crossed lovers and idk why?? Its just so wholesome to meet someone with the same motives as you

I can imagine knowing Silver the longest, but spending the least amount of time with him bc you only spend a day every month. But damn that day is fun

…and if you have more, send it over~

#twst #twisted wonderland #medieval au #myth ah #girl you so talenteddd 💅💅#noeou arrives in arcadia #my moot Noelle

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youtdumdbith · 3 years

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They find out that kantokusei is a girl!

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Book no.-2

Includes: riddle, Trey, cater, ace, deuce, and you

📚: she/her, boobies(ace, cater), grammar error, swearing (ace, deuce ), old fic

[another fanfic]

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- Heartslabyul edition! -

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• RIDDLE •

- Shock

- He was in SHOCK

- so What did you do? Soo

- “ did you know riddle at rule number 535 a woman can ignore the rule you know” you say with a playful wink

-“ WHAT?! Thats wrong!” He says

- “rule number 535 is-“then he relize

-apologize to you for shouting to you and leave.

- Will blush when he's around you lol

- (Because he didn't use to talking to a girl besides his mother lol)

- But eventually he Will get used to it tho.

• TREY •

- I think he knows it already lol

- Trey is like mom type of guy right

- So he probably observed you before you touch his friend

- So yeah he knew

- And he is the sweetest person to you ♪( ´▽｀)

- He will give you a lot of cake and his baking

- Please marry me

• CATER •

- he didn't know it of course lol

- He is quite a laid back individual well he can be so dangerous tho when he mad

- How does he know it then?

- So you and cater are taking normal pictures right in pe uniform and it's kinda wet because of the sweat

- And when he looks at the pic again he saw something weird and then he realize it.

- It was your bra he can see it

- And that thing touched his hand too damn he could pass out lol

- And he can't face you for around 3days.

• ACE •

- wtf...

- WTF!?

- He was joking around like normal

- Doing his pranks

- This time he decided to spill water on you lol

- And after he realizes it his face was like

- Σ('◉⌓◉’)(๑•ૅㅁ•๑)(O_O)

- After that, he apologized to you

- What happens in your friendship? Nothing happens it's just kinda awkward for like 1 week after that it went back to normal.

- He did not tell deuce lol he needs to see his face when he knows

• DEUCE •

- SHOCK

- Like really SHOCK

- How did he know that you're a girl? So when ace ask to deuce where are you

- He realizes it why?

- “ oh God where is SHE” ace mumble “ oh there SHE is “

- He was like huh wtf.....

- And he just like 😀🧍🏻

- And he asks ace about it later...

- After that, he will be very very awkward around you lol

- But don't worry he will be okay

- Just wait around 2-4 weeks lol

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A/n: i add some on riddle part lol bec its so short (its still short tho- but its like 3am rn i want to sleep Maybe i Will add more tomorrow lolol ) lololol i just relize it ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

2022 a/n : BRUH TF IS THIS; i- i wrote this!?!?

#fanfic #headcanons #imagines #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #disney twst #trey x reader #trey clover #cater x reader #cater diamond #ace x reader #ace trappola #deuce x reader #deuce spade #heartslabyul

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obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts · 2 years

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Beelzebub Relationship Headcanons

I chose hunger man because asmo and I are having a couples argument. Hope this is good 😖

Entering a relationship with Beelzebub is more of a slow progression compared to the normal "dating" standards.

There really isn't anything official. Most likely you'll just end up falling into a pattern the majority of romantic relationships have. Eventually you'll just accept this as your new normal.

The only way you'll get an actual label to your relationship is if you ask, or if someone tries to flirt with you.

^^Then he'll confirm it just to make sure you aren't actively seeking a partner.

Honestly, the thought doesn't cross his mind before that. You've become a part of his routine. He didn't really think anything could disrupt it, not until the possibility of you dating someone else comes up.

Nearly all his brothers have experience with Beel's wrath for this reason.

(Sure, he's not going to go off on someone he doesn't know for doing something they most likely didn't mean to. However his brothers are not safe from this. Well, maybe everyone besides Belphie, who gets a much lighter scolding.)

Likes to bring you with him everywhere.

^It's not so much in a accessory sort of way, like he's showing you off. No, Beel just genuinely enjoys your company. He wants to have you apart of nearly everything he does, even if you're just sitting aside him.

Seeing you wear his clothes makes him swoon. Especially if you're wearing them out.

He just thinks it's really cute.

On the other hand, he gets confused whenever he uses your shower.

All the products in there -most coming from Asmo- confuse him. He doesn't know what he's supposed to be using and might need your assistance.

If it were any other brother, you'd be correct to question his motives, but Beel genuinely needs help. He just wants some shampoo and there's a million bottles laying around.

Tries to make your dates not centered around food. Beelzebub is pretty aware of just how much his sin effects him. He doesn't want that to take away from spending some time with you.

Definitely gets excited over trying little couples work outs. He gets that close-eyed smile when/if you agree.

Probably the most supportive of a s/o with cooking/baking talents.

(^When compared to his brothers at least, Beel is the most willing to test out any food you make, and really has no reserves. )

Whilst he's the slowest to confirm a relationship status with, he's probably one of the fastest to marry, if you're into that.

Most likely won't tell anyone besides Belphie before he proposes/makes it official. He doesn't see it as a huge "Everyone needs to know" thing.

He also kinda seems like the type that's okay with eloping. As long as you're happy.

Either way, married or not, he's going to take up the entire bed.

You either sleep on top him or make Belphie move over because he's just not a restful sleeper.

At least Beel isn't jealous.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me beelzebub #swd beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x y/n

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Fluff Alphabet with Miche (mike)

{ Miche x reader | tw:none | fluff | modern }

{ "Grape pickers above Sorrento, Vesuvius beyond" by Achille Solari 1835 - 1884 }

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

If you've been dating Miche for a while, you both probably have been acting like a married couple already. The whole living together, sharing bills, splitting the chores, taking care of the pets and the list goes on.

Maybe you've been hoping for him to propose? Maybe you haven't and it actually doesn't make a difference to you, who knows.

Well Miche certainly didn't, it didn't actually register to him that marriage is the next step in your relationship because in his mind you've already reached the peak by the whole acting like a married couple.

He even has been referring to you as his spouse to others

So when it actually clicks to him that you aren't married, it's while cuddling on the couch as some crime mystery plays on tv. It's an episode where a wedding ring is suspected to be the murder weapon.

Miche in all his glory and brillance, snorts, about to make some comment on how unrealistic that is as he reaches for your hand to demonstrate how the ring couldn't possibly have done that.

He holds your hand, but there is no ring.

"Oh....right"

Expect a proposal next week, he literally just went to the first store Erwin recommended.

He attempts to make the proposal somewhat romantic but halfway into it he just gives up and puts the ring on your hand without even asking for a yes or a no.

As for the wedding, he makes it clear that it's 100% up to you, and he will be down to whatever. He actually means it when he says that and no matter what you choose he will put effort in it.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Kind of? It's hard to tell tbh. For outsiders Miche is still the same guy they've known, but for people actually close to him like Nanaba and Gelgar? They've noticed how much more...genuinely happy he seems.

They've noticed how his smile lines deepened, how much in a good mood he usually is, how actually calm he is without it being a mask or an act and how much hums on the daily now.

There's a little jump to his steps now, a shine to his eyes and he seems to light up whenever you're near.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Depending on the severity of the situation, his reaction will range from going into action the second he sense something is wrong, to freezing in place for a minute or two as the situation actually settles in.

His first priority would be to keep you safe. Now this is if a dire situation is happening.

But if we're talking about you being safe and sound while not in danger, just feeling down or being on the verge of a panic attack?

He'd sense something is wrong when you didn't respond to him like you usually do, he's pretty good at reading people and remembering small details. He'd sit you down and try to get you to face him, he'll tell you that it's okay, he's here, he isn't going anywhere, while holding your hand.

Slowly he'd coax the words out of you to find out what's wrong. When he does, his mind would already be working on a solution for the problem or thing you're stressed about, but he knows now isn't the time to bring solutions.

Because what you need right now is comfort and reassurance, he'll listen without complaints and be the shoulder you'd cry on till his collarbone is sore. He'll trace circles on your back while you pour your heart out to him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Most of the "secrets" he has aren't actually secrets, they are more like things he just forgot to mention or just didn't talk about because you didn't ask. He isn't a very social person by nature, so he doesn't share informations about himself easily.

You could be dating for 3 years and you'd still find out things you didn't know about him before, like how he can handle really spicy food like it's nothing and how coffee actually makes him sleepy.

But other than that he doesn't feel the need to hide anything from you, if you're gonna love him then might as well love him for who he really is.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

A switch, some times he calls the shots, other times you order him around, you don't really keep track it just depends on whoever has more experience with the decision you're both facing.

Like how serious and in charge he gets when it comes to baking, he'd be the most strick human on earth and you either leave the kitchen alone for him to use as he pleases, or take the bait and be his helper. It's no easy task yes but seeing him with his sleeves rolled while making cookies dough makes the pain worth it.

(Bonus K for Mike)

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He's the type to do light pecks and bunny kisses on the daily and save the actual kisses for special occasions or if you're in the mood. He'd always give you one when one of you has to go or when he sees you.

Always kisses you after drinking something he likes, for example chocolate milk, just so you can taste it in his mouth.

He's not much of an intense kisser, so he settles for only being good enough. His focus and detection are in other areas.

His first kiss was with a bunny pet he had as a child, he gave it a small peck after he saved it from falling out of the window, it was what his mother used to do when he skinned his knee, it was innocent and sweet. He just didn't catch the memo it's supposed to be on the cheek and not lips.

His real first kiss was actually with you, like i said he isn't a social person and didn't go to bars or celebrations in his 20's or teens. It happened on your third date after he pulled you into his lap to cover you with his jacket since it was getting too cold, you looked at him with such eyes he couldn't resist and without realising his lips were already on yours. It was inexperienced but it felt right, it had a certain charm to it. Plus it was amusing seeing his usually confident attitude melt away for a second to show a flushed Miche who's trying to subtly ask if you liked it.

If you say yes he'll give you another one but make it seem like it was your idea and tease you about it.

#miche zacharias #fluff alphabet #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias reader #aot x y/n #mike zacharias #aot #snk #y/n #fluff #aot x reader

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The Age of Sims 2.4 - Part 43 - “All I Wanted For Christmas"

William had planned a Christmas dinner -- for the first time. Throughout his life it had been planned by his parents and when he was married, his ex-wife had.

He wasn't sure how good he would be at it, but he knew how to cook and he could pour wine without spilling it on anyone -- what more would he need besides guests, to make his dinner good?

It wasn't as if he was on the verge of mapping out ways to create traditions for the coming years... but he had hoped for some things to remain as they now were -- and who they were.

He had help of course. Even though he had time the day before to run to the grocery store or even some of the local bakeries, he knew if he wanted top-notch baked goods he'd have to go to the owner of his most favorite bakery that sat right on top of the canyons of Strangerville -- Gloria.

It wasn't an event for her brownies he couldn't get enough of, but she assured him that she could make an apple pie in no time.

Regardless of what he requested, he knew she could deliver and just having her there unlike last Christmas, was enough regardless of what she literally could bring to the table.

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Bella had put on her best dress -- at least one of the many, and her diamonds. She truly stood out above the rest in a classical, yet foxy sort of way while Nina arrived in her typical eccentric flare -- yet with a touch of a class. Geoffrey wasn't a stranger to style these days... being with Nina had give him a zest for life in every area -- including fashion.

Alexander, Bella's first son, arrived well-dressed, beyond happy to spend time with a mother he adored regardless of what her most recent decisions in life had done to her family. His sense of class for someone so young was a complete difference to the average, boy-next-door type of vibe his younger half-brother Noah had been all about.

But everyone got along for dinner. Each beyond grateful for something or someone that had not only happened in their lives throughout the year, but just how lasting of an impression or memory they had left.

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Somewhere between the pause between dinner and dessert, William's attention had wandered to Noah who had been on some of the best behavior he had ever seen him on, to his surprise, and how sometimes -- he just could not find the difference between he and Peter.

Maybe it was declining eyesight, but Noah had started to remind him of Peter more and more everyday...

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There were presents to be opened when he wandered off to give Gizmo his food and to allow himself some time to be alone with his thoughts. Having a house full of people was something he probably never would get used to -- and it hadn't been that full to begin with.

Gloria had left the table before he had, to find the bathroom and to see if her Christmas wish had come true -- that she hadn't anymore spots left so she could stop feeling the need to explain to everyone she met, just what was wrong with her -- but it hadn't come true, yet they were getting lesser and lesser by the day which was good enough for her to continue being hopeful for... aside from a few other things.

She noticed how he was drifting in and out of the moment since she arrived. Watching him cook dinner had been more of her watching to see if he would ask her for help because whatever was on his mind was making it difficult to concentrate -- but he never did. He requested she sit and relax, just like everyone else and only to get up when it was time for him to step aside so she could make an apple pie.

Having him there now with no one else around that could hear was the only opportunity she thought she would have.

"Are you tired?"

"No. Why?"

"You seem like you're in an entirely different world."

"No I don't."

"Not right now, but... well before you noticed me standing near you just a moment ago, you seemed like it. You seemed like it a few times since I've gotten here."

He looked away from her to stare at the painting.

"Are you still going to come with me to Granite Falls?"

"If you tell me what's bothering you... I mean, I think I know..." She was careful not to paw at him because everything about what they were to one another was still so extremely new, but she didn't want to be the person who never asked when something was wrong. Being around him as much as she had made her realize that sometimes the people who could handle everything themselves sometimes... couldn't. "It's about Peter... isn't it?"

She looked at the painting as well.

"You don't have to tell me how you feel, I just... thought it would be the best thing if I asked so I know what to do."

"Go open your presents."

"William--"

"I don't want to talk about it."

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Goodbyes were said and talks of New Year plans were exchanged though no commitments were made -- and then the usual silence had returned.

"I thought you would head back with Nina and Geoffrey. Busy day for you in the morning."

"Do you mind if I stay?"

He shook his head. "Of course not, but..." He fell silent, finding himself unable to even begin to explain how he was feeling and what he had planned to do that night before she asked him if he could stay.

"What do you do when you get like this?"

'Blame myself.' He thought silently.

"Don't worry about me being like this... it'll pass."

"If I wasn't here, what would you do?"

"Exactly what I'm doing." He finally said after a tired sigh. "Sit here... and wonder why the hell any of this had to happen." She stayed quiet as he tried to continue, but kept stopping to only start again, tripping over his words and finally getting angry... and falling silent.

"I'm sorry if I'm getting the way of... of this." She motioned around them. "I understand if you need to be alone."

"No. Don't leave." He looked at her, his eyes a mix of emotions. "I just... all I wanted for Christmas was to have him back." He sighed harshly around unshed tears. "I don't want to be alone."

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From the angst list: "I never loved you" with WinterIron if you're up for it? :)

Bucky takes a long look at the screen.

“Why me of all of us? Why can’t Nat do it?”

“You’re the closest to his type, whereas I am not,” Natasha says, looking particularly miffed. “At least, that’s what Bruce said.”

“And I’m the smart one on this team for this one,” Bruce says, sliding his glasses down his nose. “Stark likes tall, dark, and handsome. Also potentially someone who could kill him.”

“I can kill a man! You’ve seen me do it dozens of times!”

“And as satisfying as it is each time, still not who we need,” Bruce says. “You can be part of clean-up.”

“Why exactly are we doing this again?” Bucky asks. “Not saying it’s not necessary, but I’m assuming we can get past security.”

“Ix-nay on that,” Maria says, frowning. “We’re getting Tony out of the weapons distribution game. He’s been selling under the table to a group called Ten Rings, and we need that shut down. Also, his security is impossible to break into. Trust me.”

“Even past government level?”

“Especially past government level,” Bruce says, admiration laced into his voice. “Government level is stupid-easy to hack compared to Stark Industries. Theirs is like breaking into Heaven itself.”

“Or Hell, depending on your outlook,” Maria says.

“If their security is good, then it means I’ve been had,” Bucky says. “I don’t think they’re gonna bypass this face and go ‘oh yeah, perfect for the job,’” Bucky says. “Which, by the way, am I just seducing him or getting a job?”

“Seduction,” Natasha answers. “Bump into him. Disregard his status as a billionaire. He’ll swoon. Rich guys always do.”

“Good to know next time my rent is late,” Clint adds, actually writing it down.

“I have no idea why you always grumble that we never send you on missions when you do this,” Steve says. “But back to the subject.”

The plan is this:

Bucky runs into Tony as he’s out walking. For a billionaire, Tony is surprisingly easy to track down. Maybe it’s because he knows he’s built up a tech empire and if anyone does kidnap him (and they try) his tech quite literally saves him.

They’re theorizing if Bucky is an outlier, a chance encounter, they might have an upper hand.

He’s not sure, but hey. What the hell. Gets him out of the house.

Tony frequents a coffee shop that is unfairly tacky, has lemon-blueberry muffins, and Bucky is ordering an iced latte.

He bumps into Tony, sending him off-balance.

The man is tinier than anticipated.

Bucky all but lunges to make sure his head doesn’t go right into the glass windows.

“Sorry about that,” he says. “Wasn’t thinking that hard, sugar.”

Tony calls all of his friends by pet names. They figured he’d appreciate it.

Judging by the small smile making its way onto his face, he does.

“No harm done, not if I get to see someone as gorgeous as you,” Tony says, all but purring. “I’m a regular here, and I’ve never seen you before.”

“Just moved back to New York,” Bucky supplies smoothly. “Work opportunity.”

He buys Tony a coffee for the trouble.

Buying a man with all the money in the world, coffee.

He gets a number printed in blocky, engineering script on a napkin with a promise to “call for a date, if you want.”

He calls the next day, heart jack-hammering out of control.

It feels awkward to have Steve and Nat right there, egging him on to take him on a simple date.

They go on a picnic. The weather’s nice, Bucky’s nervous, and Tony grinning at him is not helping.

He feels...guilty. He’s pulled undercover work before, hell even gone down the same line of thinking.

But this...this is different. Tony doesn’t seem to even acknowledge that he’s the most well-known person in the world. Sure, there are the signs. Allusions to business, Obadiah Stane “killing” him so to speak, if he doesn’t get a weapon done in time.

Tony Stark is far more different than Bucky had expected. He wears old t-shirts and jeans that have definitely been in his closet for a long time, doesn’t always remember to style his hair, and definitely enjoys having Bucky around.

The terrible thing is that Bucky actually really enjoys the man’s presence. He’s casually affectionate, unaware that Bucky could kill him if he was feeling particularly bored.

Tony tells him about his day. About the little things in life, like that he discovered that he likes a certain kind of creamer or a funny thing Rhodey said.

His friends are guarded, but nice. They don’t trust Bucky, and for good reason.

(After all, Bucky’s just another one in a long list of people that have dated Tony for something.)

And he hates it when his eyes light up because he’s excited to see him, or when Tony pecks him on the cheek when they get to Bucky’s place (and it’s not his place, it’s a safe house that he had to personalize a bit), and just...

“You catching feelings?” Natasha asks.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Good.”

They both know it’s not good.

In order to maintain a cover and not have it blow up in your face, you need to feel a little bit. Or be a hell of an actor.

Bucky’s not the type to be nominated for an Oscar. .

When he’s lying in bed, he remembers that Tony is the one who’s selling under the table. He’s causing needless deaths and it’s a shock to the system.

Because Tony can’t even kill a spider. He gets a napkin and shrieks as he flings it out into the patio garden he has. He coos when he sees a dog walk past the breakfast place they tend to frequent in fair weather.

Tony goes to farmer markets early and buys bouquets and hands out the baked goods to people on his way home.

He complains that he needs a pinstriped suit but nowhere makes it right. He puts his head against Bucky’s shoulder after a long day at work, and is very tactile. He puts Bucky’s hair into buns and is so delicate.

And it all is a lie.

It is a lie when Bucky pushes that one unruly curl out of the way when he kisses Tony on the forehead. It is a lie when he gives him fun space socks and laughs when Tony’s first action is to slide on the wooden floor.

It is a lie when they go to the art museum with hands interlaced and make fun of modern art. When Tony whispers that he loves Michelangelo, and everyone says he should like da Vinci, but he doesn’t. He can’t.

“Michelangelo painted and sculpted what he saw, and that was strength in people,” Tony says. “He used everyday models. He created a sense of pride in creation. And I never forgot that, that pride of creation.”

And Bucky swallows and it’s hard to breathe for a moment because creation is not something he would say.

Obadiah Stane knows about Bucky. He doesn’t approve of him because he is yet another distraction that pulls Tony away from work.

“You’re a golden goose, boy,” he says, putting a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

Bucky can’t help but be uncomfortable in his presence. He calls Tony “boy” and maybe that’s from knowing him from such a young age, but that doesn’t feel like it.

“Well this golden goose likes going on dates with his love,” Tony says, pecking a kiss on Bucky’s cheek. He smiles on instinct.

“Sorry, sir,” Bucky begins. “But he’s only human.”

Stane doesn’t like this Barnes guy. There’s something off about him, something that’s too...close.

He looks into Bucky Barnes.

Had some military service, was MIA. Almost declared KIA until a guy named Captain Rogers brought him back from somewhere in Eastern Europe, somewhere that Stane was familiar with.

He calls two numbers.

One is to inform the military of a surprise cancellation on a weapons demonstration regarding the Jericho missile.

The other is to a man who he hadn’t dined with in quite some time.

“Pierce, how do you feel about lunch on Saturday?”

Alexander Pierce is a man who is quite easy-going. He can do a lunch on Saturday, particularly with Obadiah Stane.

“Good to see an old friend again,” he says, taking his wine glass. “What do I owe an occasion for? Did you finally get Stark to agree to marry one of my nieces?”

“Not quite yet,” Obadiah says, smiling at the waiter. “Could I get the sirloin, medium-well? Thank you so much.”

“I’ll take the grilled salmon,” Pierce says, handing his menu over.

“How are the kids?” Obadiah asks as the waiter’s gone.

“Fine, fine. You know how the younger generation is. Think they know everything when they get to college. Samantha wants free college. Thinks we didn’t pay for anything back in the day.”

Stane laughs.

“They’ll do that, for sure. Tony comes back with all sorts of ideas in his head about medical fees and do-good-community-bullshit.”

Pierce takes another swallow of wine.

“I assume you don’t want to just know about my kids.”

“No, no that’s not all. I need to know how much you know about one James Barnes.”

Pierce stills.

“What do you know about him?”

“Tony has a new...partner,” Obadiah says, “and he goes by Bucky. I saw that he was nearly declared KIA. Can’t imagine that that was satisfactory for you.”

“It still isn’t. You know where he is?”

“I can point you to his apartment.”

“Excellent. Are we splitting the check?”

“I’ll get it, you get the other thing,” Stane says. “And don’t make it too big of a thing, okay? Dramatics aren’t what we need.”

“Got it. Thank you.”

They enjoy the steak and the salmon.

Stane tips absolutely nothing.

What Obadiah doesn’t know but probably should have is that Tony was sleeping over at Bucky’s place.

He would not have sent Pierce there at the time that he did.

He’s lucky that Bucky still remembers how to kill a man and gets out of the bed, knife already in hand.

Tony is clutching the blankets, frozen.

“You...what.”

“Do you have anyone after you to kill you?” Bucky pants.

Another guy comes up, and he’s not even looking at Tony.

Well. Looks like Stane looked into him a little bit.

“Babe, what the fuck is going on?” Tony asks sharply. He’s scrambling to get under the bed, yelping as he finds what is either the handgun or the machete. He thinks he put the handgun on the opposite side.

Tony pops out with the machete.

“I may or may not have not told you some things,” Bucky says, throwing the guy against a wall.

“Like fucking what?”

“I might have been a secret agency’s weapon for at least a year,” Bucky says. “In my defense, I remember nearly none of it except for sometimes.”

“Except for sometimes?!” Tony yells, brandishing the machete.

He’ll have to remember that he has the handgun on the other side.

“Darlin’, I need you to go to the kitchen and grab my cellphone. Call Nat, tell her you need help.”

It’s a whole clusterfuck is what it is. Bucky’s dealing with three different men all in varying states of pain in his apartment, his boyfriend (well, kind of a boyfriend, he doesn’t know he’s not one) is on the front lawn, and Bucky is in his room debating on redecorating tips and panicking.

“Why the fuck would someone send people after you?” Natasha hisses. “Who knows?”

“Stane, most likely,” Bucky says. “Got suspicious. Hated that I would take Tony out for dates.”

“Why, he homophobic?”

“Among other things. I think I cut into Tony’s productivity time.”

“Oh my fucking god, seriously? You took Tony out for ice cream and that’s what did it?”

“Most likely. Rhodes and Potts didn’t suspect a thing. I’m thinking Stane knows Pierce, probably made contact. But it begs the question as to why. Because he could get around my timing.”

“Maybe it’s not Stark who’s selling,” Natasha says, “and that means we’ve wasted a fucking year with this whole shtick.”

Tony is standing outside the door.

“You...so you were exactly like the other ones?”

Bucky’s chest constricts.

“I--I can’t say no.”

“So you never loved me?” Tony asks quietly. “Every single time you got me a present, it was just to lead me away from something else? Every single time you picked me up for brunch, it was an act?”

“Tony--”

“So after all this,” Tony says, gesturing to the framed pictures and the set of drawers that were specifically for him in mind, “you were gonna look me dead in the eyes and say ‘I never loved you’?”

“We thought you were selling weapons under the table,” Natasha explains. “We needed to get close without tripping any alarms.

Tony freezes.

“Well. You did your job. Now I’m getting the hell out of here. And I’m taking the fucking machete.”

Tony tears apart Bucky’s tires on his way out.

That’s fair.

Bucky was not expecting to feel like absolute fucking shit.

Or try to apologize to Tony.

He calls and texts and even shows up to the tower, but Jarvis says if he comes in then he’ll be obliterated to pieces.

“Does it help if I don’t care that I die?” He asks hopefully.

“I do not want to bother our cleaning services with something so trivial, Barnes,” Jarvis says.

Even his AI is mad at him.

Existence is a curse and a prison. He is definitely writing his own eulogy and telling everyone it was Bruce’s fault that he sent him instead of Nat. Nat probably could’ve done it. And not fucked it up and gotten feelings and now feel like drowning to Lana Del Ray.

“You’re so fucking sad,” Sam says, poking Bucky in the leg. “Stop listening to sad shit, I think it’s affecting Bruce. You know how Bruce is when Lorde comes on.”

“Yeah, he gets all mad and tells us we’re disappoints to natural worlds,” Steve calls out. “Bucky, you want a grilled cheese or are you gonna deny yourself a functional dinner and eat two pretzel rods later tonight?”

“Aren’t we out of pretzel rods?” Bucky grumbles back.

“I’m making you a grilled cheese now then. If you don’t eat it I’m going to tell you all about my day, and I had to wait in a really long line at the DMV.”

“Ugh,” Bucky groans. “How is your life sadder than mine at this point?”

“His life isn’t sad, it’s just boring,” Sam answers. “Steve, you’re boring.”

“If I’m so boring, then why the fuck am I still here?” Steve asks. “You never call Bruce boring when he rants about nineteenth century art and elitism.”

“That’s because I’m right and I called Cezanne a ‘punk bitch’ and made it funny,” Bruce says. “You are around for entertainment value and aesthetics only. Also because occasionally you let Sharon visit and I love her.”

Despite his best efforts, Tony is crying on a Friday afternoon at 2:34 p.m. This should not be happening, but it is.

Pepper says he shouldn’t have his desk face the door, it’s kind of sad.

“Just...god I hate that I like him!” Tony exclaims. “I hate that I know he kind of didn’t mean to do this, except he did, but he thought I was a criminal! And I still like him! Even though objectively what he did was bad but I haven’t talked to him!”

“You’re a sad little man,” Pepper says.

“If you call me a ‘little man’ one more time I think I might go unhinged and destroy the fourth floor,” Tony says. “And I know that you store your and Rhodey’s favorite coffee there because they don’t mess with cabinets.”

“You monster.”

Pepper reshuffles her papers.

“Well, while you sign these--and you willl, stop pouting--I’m going to tell you something.”

Tony starts signing.

“While I think that Bucky is questionable at best, I don’t quite think he was there because he wanted something. Other than you in jail, but like. I don’t think even that.”

“Should I be consulting a therapist about this?”

“Probably. Are you going to?”

“I’m me. No.”

Pepper snorts. She gets one signed form back.

“He felt guilty taking your gifts. He liked baking you desserts so when you got back home the house would smell like cookies. You’re not the only one who misses that, by the way.”

“So are you saying I should take him back?”

“At least talk to him. Decide if you want him back or not. Keep in mind he can’t come to family dinner for a hot minute.”

“Understood.”

Bucky gets a text asking about dinner.

He says yes.

Obviously.

They go to a restaurant neither of them know. Tony still passes an old dinner favorite, and remembers that Bucky had hated the fish.

Bucky passes by a breakfast favorite. Or late night favorite.

He remembers making little pyramids of the coffee creamers and Tony figuring out how to get creative with the tin foil for leftovers.

The restaurant has a fucking wait list.

Fifteen minutes.

So they’re standing there and making the most awkward small-talk available because it’s not like you can ask if someone is doing fine after they were attempted to be killed and you also found out they thought you were the criminal mastermind.

At least, you can’t ask it while you’re on a wait list at a restaurant.

They get seated at the bar because Tony is a gigantic pushover and Bucky doesn’t mind bar seats.

They order drinks and then Bucky orders an appetizer and it occurs to Tony that for the first time in a long time, he’ll have to ask to split the checks.

“How have you been doing?” Bucky asks.

How have you been doing. What a fucking sentence. What a damn question.

“Are you asking me how I am doing?” Tony responds. “When I found out that my boyfriend was faking it, my uncle was basically Claudius from Hamlet, and I also have to revamp my company entirely from scratch and fired the most amount of people I think I’ve ever done because of said-tragic-uncle? Oh James, I’m doing just absolutely peachy.”

Oof, James.

Bucky orders a martini.

“For the record, I am very sorry,” Bucky says. “About everything. I shouldn’t have done all that I did, and I probably should’ve just asked you if you were selling weaponry.”

“You think I would’ve told you?”

“Well no, but you’re the worst liar on planet earth,” Bucky says. “You said you liked my cardigan. You never did.”

“It was a monstrosity and you know that,” Tony argues. “I hope you burn it.”

“I’ll let you burn it,” Bucky says.

“Are you serious?”

“Course I am.”

They order from a very nice waitress who most likely has no idea the amount of shit they need to talk about, or the epic level of just...drama.

“How are you doing?” Tony asks, stirring his lemonade. “Still being a weird conman?”

“I usually am not the conman,” Bucky answers. “I’m usually the guy who’s long-distance.”

“What the fuck do you mean long--oh. Oh. Never mind, I don’t wanna know. Nope.”

“Well other than that, I’m fine. You know. Making coffee. Getting up in the morning. All that fun jazz.”

(Tony politely does not mention that all of those activities are not “all that fun jazz.” They are not fun, nor particularly jazzy.)

They sit awkwardly. Tony checks his phone.

“I still like you. And I want to hear your side of things,” Tony says. “I’m...open option.”

“You did not just say open option like you’re a college tour guide.”

“Get to the point,” Tony says.

“We thought you were the one double-dealing under the table,” Bucky says. “So we decided that I would go in. We couldn’t surpass your security, Jarvis is too good.”

“He’ll be glad to hear that.”

(This is because Jarvis is a Smug Bastard. Just like his dad.)

“And so I was introduced to you. Bumped into you completely by accident, or so it seemed. Sincerely didn’t mean to drop coffee.”

“Okay.”

“I was to get to know you in a way that didn’t involve anything with the company so that there wouldn’t be added security measures. You vetted me as a romantic interest, not a threat. You didn’t do deep digging.”

“Good to know,” Tony murmurs. “I did it after all of...that. You have an impressively mysterious background, Bucky.”

“I tried my hardest,” Bucky says.

“Continue with your story.”

“Somewhere along the line, I started...well I was conflicted. Because Tony, I don’t mean this as a way to sugarcoat, but you are genuinely one of the best people I’ve ever had in my life.

And I just...I couldn’t stop hurting myself every single time I saw you because I thought you were this person who put profit over people, and then you weren’t. And I completely fucked that up. And I was a terrible person who manipulated you. That wasn’t okay.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Tony says. “But it also should be said that I let the wool get pulled over my eyes. I wasn’t personally checking in on the company that I own. And if there were under-the-table dealings, the CEO should know. And I was just compliant with whatever Obie was doing because I thought that he was good just because I knew him. That was...stupid of me.”

They order food. It’s kind of awkward. They are both pretty sure the waitress has caught on that something is up with them.

Bucky decides to eat his mac n cheese.

Tony is looking at it.

“You want some?”

“Better not. Your appetite is always huge.”

“Yeah but you like mac n cheese.”

Bucky scoops some of it onto Tony’s plate. In usual circumstances, Tony would’ve just swooped in with his fork and stolen it like the gremlin he is.

But this is not the usual circumstance.

They split the check. Get the wrong bills. Pay them anyway, because they are nothing if not nice and slightly desperate for each other.

“I’ll..see you soon,” Tony says. “It was nice talking to you.”

They get to know each other as people, after that amazingly awkward lunch.

Tony finds out that Bucky really, really loves getting up early in the morning. He has a ritual that he rarely strays from. Bucky also likes working on cars and bikes, and that’s something they enjoy together.

Tony loves quoting old movies and talking in the very stupid but very adorable transatlantic accent.

They find new restaurants to try. They figure out that they both would prefer to not go into sandwich shops. (Varied reasons, all stemming from events from 2004. Do not ask.)

Bucky gets Tony a series of old movies and movie posters, which Tony adores. Pepper and Rhodey approve.

“You’re no longer on the kill-list!” Pepper exclaims brightly.

“I think Bucky here could kill you if he wanted to,” Tony defends.

“I could not,” Bucky immediately counters. “All of your friends terrify me on a level that shouldn’t exist.”

“I’ll keep this in mind the next time I want late night pizza,” Rhodey says. “You should not have shared with the class, Barnes.”

“Like you wouldn’t have found out anyway,” Bucky answers, snorting. “You found out where to find my middle school pictures and blow them up on Stark Industries’ presentation boards. What else couldn’t you find out?”

“Bruce’s phone number,” Rhodey says, sighing.

“Oh, I have that,” Tony says.

“And you didn’t tell me?” He screeches. “I could’ve been taking him to brunch by now!”

Tony rolls his eyes.

“You’re so dramatic. I have no idea where you got that from.”

Rhodey flips him off.

Pepper delicately sighs, picking her plate up.

“I’m turning in the for the night. Rhodey, I’d suggest you do the same.”

It’s not subtle at all. They all know that Tony and Bucky are going to talk.

They’ve been doing this dance for a couple of months now. Going on dates, leaving each other at the door and kissing on the cheek goodbye. Only recently has Tony restarted activities they used to do. It still sends a zing to Bucky’s heart when Tony kisses him on the cheek before he leaves.

“So.”

God, what a great start. Really and truly. Their best one yet, of course.

“Listen,” Bucky says. “I don’t have a lot that you don’t already know. But what you should already know is that I will and can die for you. Doesn’t matter what the circumstance is. And I know you’d do the same, I can always tell. But I know that you dying for somebody is different from me because you carry the world on your shoulders and I don’t.

And these months have been rough, I know they have. I’m beyond grateful that you got that lunch with me and we agreed to actually date and have no secrets--except for the time you used the last of my blackberry preserves--but that’s okay. You can use all of my jams and preserves for whatever you want as long as I get to see you for the rest of time.”

Tony stills.

Because he wasn’t expecting this many words. He had actually prepared a whole speech. Even practiced it in front of his mirror.

(Also he was not expecting to be in his ratty old workshop t-shirt, but here he is.)

Tony melts.

He crawls into Bucky’s lap, sighing.

“I’m never leaving.”

“Really? After all that, and all I get is cuddles?” Bucky sighs dramatically. “The folly of man.”

“You get cuddles for the rest of time,” Tony says, “plus a little more. Discounted rate, of course.”

“Oh, a discounted rate?” Bucky says, cackling. “Debit or credit?”

Tony grins, laughing. He pulls Bucky into a kiss.

“Missed that.”

“Me too.”

They won’t miss it anymore. At least, not for as long as it was.

#lovelyirony writes #winteriron #bucky barnes #tony stark #rhodey #pepper potts #bruce banner #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #sharon carter #clint barton #steve is a little shit in this and i LOVE it #i need to write him like that more

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