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andypantsx3 · 11 months

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ANDY U CANT LEAVE US HANGING I NEED MORE DRAGON SHOUTO?,!?.!. please… i think ill die if u dont elaborate WHAT DO U MEAN WE’RE FACE TO FACE WITH HIM… what does he say… what does he DO… i need to know more omfg

Riffing off of @mhathotfic's tags on my original post, which I absolutely loved.

It happens on a cold January evening, just a few months after you've reached your majority.

You escape out into the frosty winter evening to join Shouto, unable to bear your family's increasingly-regular discussions of your marriageability now that you're of age.

Once you dragged home a dragon fledgling, you'd always sort of imagined that the question of your eligibility would be somewhat moot. Not many men wanted a wife who came with little dowry, and even fewer might want one who came with an enormous fire-breathing lizard who barely let her out of his sight.

You thought Shouto would sooner burn down your husband's house than listen to any sounds of discomfort on your wedding night—you didn't think many men would be willing to consummate a union with that threat lingering just beyond the window.

Not that you wanted to be married to any of the village men. Ever since you were little, you'd always had this feeling—a feeling like there was someone out there for you, just out of reach, like they were just a step beyond the next corner. Close, but somehow impossible to catch. So you'd never wanted a husband from the village, and you certainly don't now.

So once the discussion turns towards the topic of your being married yet again over dinner, you excuse yourself, and go out into the night to find Shouto, who is never more than a few hundred meters away.

You find his enormous form easily, his red-and-white patterned scales glittering in the light of a fire he's set, out in the fields you'd found him in as a child, as if he'd somehow anticipated you'd be coming out to him.

He cracks open a fiery blue eye, watching your approach, and lifts a wing as you near him, crowding you between the fire and his warm scales, creating a sort of tent with his wing to keep the heat in, and keep you close to him.

You absently pat his side, sinking down against him, sticking your hands out to the fire.

"They're talking about husbands again," you say, and Shouto cranes his neck around so that he can rest his head across your lap, nearly as large as you are, heavy and warm. You reach out to rest a hand across his snout, petting the glittering scarlet scales there.

You've always known he can understand you, given his reactions to the questions you ask, the way he sometimes watches you with knowing eyes. But how much of what you say to him he truly understands will forever be a mystery, as you'll never be able to ask him.

You think he understands enough, though, to know you're displeased.

"A husband," you repeat in disbelief, scratching over his scales again, listening to the rumble that builds up in his chest almost like a purr. He always likes to be petted, though you get an intentionally blank look from him whenever you dare to bring it up, as though he does not like to be made fun of.

"When they should know you're the only boy for me," you tell him, teasing.

Shouto's eye blinks open again, and you lean back to watch him watching you, something curious in his gaze. You begin to recognize the look for what it usually is—the precedent to some type of mischief—whether that be digging up a garden when he was still the size of a particularly fat cat, to accidentally setting a man's pant leg ablaze when he'd whistled after you, the evening of your sixteenth birthday.

You make a curious noise, and you're just about to ask him what he thinks he's up to when there's a crackle like lightning, and the hot, burning scent of ozone reaches your nose.

There's suddenly a rush of cold air over you, Shouto's massive form gone from around you, and the weight in your lap is suddenly much smaller and lighter.

When you look down, Shouto's head is no longer across your legs. Instead, your gaze meets the perfect pale skin of a very strong, very naked back. You realize belatedly that there is a stranger in your lap, a man with a mop of red-and-white hair, scarlet and snow, who has one warm, muscular arm curled around your waist.

You let out a scream, scrabbling backwards, but the stranger's arm locks around you, and the man's face tips up to yours, blinking curiously.

You freeze, your gaze meeting eerily familiar grey-and-blue eyes, set into the most utterly perfect face you have ever seen. The man's features are careful and exact, the slope of his nose blade-straight, his jawline strong, his mouth pretty and plush and weirdly captivating in the flickering firelight. You cannot help but feel you know him, though you are incredibly certain you have never seen him before.

There would be no forgetting a man as beautiful as this.

"Who the hell are you?" you demand, shock rendering you frozen and dumb.

The man blinks, slow and catlike and so hauntingly recognizable. His eyebrows scrunch, as though something's confused him, and then he speaks, slowly and carefully, as if he's just getting a feel for the shape of words in his mouth.

"I am...Shouto," he says, his voice so deep and smooth. It reminds you so much of the deep, rumbling purr Shouto had just been letting out moments ago—your mouth drops open, disbelieving.

"You're Shouto?" you echo, thrown. Though you're beginning to realize that this devastatingly handsome, distractingly naked man is horribly familiar in hundreds of different ways—from the timbre of his voice to his eyes to his hair to the way his arm suddenly curls even more possessively about your waist, the way Shouto's tail sometimes does to keep you pressed close to him.

And with Shouto the dragon suddenly gone...

"You're my dragon? My Shouto?" you demand.

The man blinks, shifting in your lap so that's he's fully turned towards you. He props up on one hand, his face drawing alarmingly close as his other arm presses you into him. He looks very much as if he likes the sound of that.

"Yes, your Shouto," he purrs, pupils going darker. Your heartbeat suddenly kicks back to life in your chest, stuttering and tripping over itself as his large, hot palm presses proprietarily at the small of your back, as he leans in to bring his mouth close to yours.

"And you..." he says, his tone going rich and smoky and dark, like dragon fire. "You have always been mine."

#andie's writing #i hope this is what u were looking for anon!!!#character: todoroki shouto #dragon shouto au

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mournings-stars · 19 days

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Hello I hope your requests are on and if they are can I have angsty and alittle platonic headcanons for Lucifer

Where him, Lilith and Charlie run into he's ex wife who he left because he lost feelings for her and started liking Lilith after years his ex wife has movied on from him and her personality has also changed to the point its like a new person and that she has gone from a soft Naive woman to a more independent and emotionally stronger one

Thank you ignore this if you like

hello im back to writing!!! … with a bit of an angst warning

i like to think the marriage with lucifer was a lot like adam and liliths, you were basically created to be his wife. despite having free will, you were made for a purpose, so you understood lilith. you probably talked about it with him, saying you felt for her. “if i didn’t love you, i don’t know what i’d do,” you say and he smiles before telling you he loves you too

“if you ever feel how she does, and didn’t want to be with me anymore, you could tell me,” he’d say one day, and you dont think much of it

but back then you were too passive. like him, you were full of beliefs, but you were much more credulous and naive, and that led him to find someone else to share his dreams with. he used them to help comfort her and cheer her up, even telling you about it

then one day he stops

you piece it together, though — even if you’re naïve, you’re not an idiot, and you just let him go on until he plans to give eve the fruit

“don’t do this,” you tell him and he feigns like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about — or he really doesn’t because you feel like you have to say, “you must think i’m stupid,” when you see the shocked look on his face. “i know what you’ve been doing. i know what you’re about to do. don’t.”

but even if he didn’t think you were stupid, he certainly knew you didn’t think about the world the same way the other angels did; he convinced you, no matter what you knew was right, that this was the right thing to do. everything would be okay! humans would have free will, and everything would be fine

of course, that was the last time you spoke. you weren’t exactly sure if you’d ended things on good or bad terms, but in his mind you absolutely hated him, never wanted to see his face again, and were glad he fell

so, of course, once he ran into you — in hell of all places — at a high society event with his wife and daughter, he was floored. his only reaction, logically of course, was to turn the opposite way and drag his wife over to one of the princes to introduce her to

“where’s charlie?” lilith would ask him after a moment and he already knew

you were an angel, one of the only angels to swallow their pride and come to this event when invited, so it only made sense that his daughter wandered over to you and your small group of other angels — probably only there on a formality, he thought — and of-fucking-course she was drawn to you

lilith was already going over to you before he could stop her, so he went after her

you already recognized charlie; she looked so much like him, but you didn’t turn away. instead, you bent to her level and talked with her, listening as the tiny child talked about her parents and toys, and anything she could think of while you nodded along and conversed with her about her fantastical stories as best you could

“charlie, honey, let’s not bother…” he couldn’t even bring himself to say your name, prompting you to look up and introduce yourself

you didn’t know if he never told lilith about you, or if she was just being kind, but it seemed like she didn’t know your name or who you were. she introduced herself with a smile and you easily understood why lucifer fell for her

“it’s been a while,” you say to him and he can’t help but smile, relieved that your voice didn’t hold any contempt for him

but he didn’t know whether to feel grateful or ashamed when you introduced yourself to his wife as an old friend

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel heaven #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader

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badasgirlfriend · 4 months

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Love On The Down Low | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x zhong lei

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a/n: sorry for not updating i was going through some shit but im back and i def missed these two, hope u enjoy it😈

tw: suicidal thoughts pls dont read it if you are triggered by it

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Lei slid her phone into her bag and watched from afar as Bada sat on a nearby bench. Her face was hidden behind her signature bucket hat, the brim casting a shadow over her features.

The chinese girl let out a sigh as she thought how late it is for Bada to be outside, especially in a place she doesn't know. It had been several days since she had last seen the older girl, and she was beginning to worry.

She knew that Bada was going through a tough time, but she was trying her best to be understanding and supportive. She can't do much when Bada had been pushing her away, making it difficult for Lei to help her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling overwhelmed. She never asked to be a babysitter, but she had somehow ended up as one.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this" she sighed. "God, give me a sign, should I keep this up?"

"Is she crazy?"

"I think so"

Lei lowered her head, meeting the gazes of two kids. They were probably no more than 14 years old, and yet they stared at her with a mixture of confusion

"What are you staring at?" she yelled "Don't you have better things to do?"

"Don't you have better things to do than talk to no one?" the young girl mocked.

"Babe, stop it before she cries." the boy next to her said, giggling. Lei watched him closely, he seemed familiar

"Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping right now? It's past your bedtime," Lei said with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, stop grandma-" one of the kids shot back, rolling their eyes.

Lei smiled as she recognized the boy. "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"

She glanced over at the boy, now smirking when she recognized him, but her smirk deepened when she saw his smile disappear "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"

He grabbed his girlfriend's hand and pulled her away, a mixture of embarrassment and haste in his face

Lei laughed, amused by the couple's reaction "I'll be having a word with him" she said, watching the couple disappear into the distance.

Sighing, she looked at the park. Bada was still there, alone. She didn't want to go up to her, but she knew she had to. This was it, she thought to herself. It was going to be now or never.

As she took those first few steps towards Bada, she already felt her mind spinning with the possibilities.

Her heart pounded in her ears, each thudding beat like a hammer against her chest. Her hands trembled slightly, as if they might fail her at any moment.

It's not that deep...

She drew closer, still unable to see Bada's face. The older girl had hidden her face with her hands.

Bada wasn't okay.

Even an outsider could see it. Her days felt like a prison, with no escape in sight. The scandal, the comments, the constant hate. It was getting to her. The pressure was building and building, and Bada felt like she was suffocating.

This whole thing was funny, really. Why were her fans so quick to turn against her? Without a shred of proof, they were willing to throw her under the bus and bury her, just because a random girl she didn't know said so.

Just one sentence. One. And it destroyed everything.

This was her dream, and now it was being stolen away. She had made it this far, and the dream was within her grasp. But it was out of her reach now, stolen away by an allegation that could not be proven.

She could feel the sleeves of her hoodie being soaked by the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She didn't care. She needed to let it all out, and if a few tears ruined her hoodie in the process, so be it. Another cry rose up from her, all of her emotions bottled up and finally being released. It was too much, but it felt like such a relief at the same time.

It was scary because the thought of ending it all wasn't leaving her mind and it was sounding good. Everyone would be happy and relieved, even she would be in peave

She wouldn't be anyones bother, many people would be happy. After all she's doing them a favor and listening to them

She knew her members were right, she wasn't the Bada she used to be. The old her wasn't rude to strangers, didn't snap at everyone around her. Heck, she would never tell a gorgeous girl to leave her alone.

Not the time Bada…...

She took a deep breath and rubbed her hands across her face. She wiped away her tears, but her eyes remained swollen and red. Suddenly, she heard the snap of a twig behind her. She froze

What if it's dispatch…?

So many things were running through her mind, all at once. And for the first time, Bada felt a sense of relief as she heard her voice.

"Bada, are you okay?"

"Im fine" Her mind was a mess, and she was far from okay.

She didn't need to look up to know where she was. The warmth next to her told her all she needed to know.

"From afar away, you looked like a dealer " she chuckled, leaning back as her eyes rested on Bada's figure. "-or like you're having a mental breakdown. So... I'm going with the latter. Are you okay, Bada?"

"Do I look okay, Zhong?"

Bada finally turned to face Lei, and there was a slight hint of annoyance on her face. She wasn't too fond of the girl, that much was obvious. She also hated how kind and comforting she was, despite their rocky start.

Bada loathed how her voice sent shivers down her spine at every word and how she looked so effortlessly beautiful without even trying.

Lei bit her lip as if deep in thought, her eyes never leaving Bada's. The cold wind blew through Bada's hair, making it blow in unexpected directions. She was unable to look away. She studied the girl next to her, she knew she was crying. It doesn't take a genius to get that

But fuck did she look beautiful

"Hmm." Lei looked lower, taking in Bada's hidden face under her hat. "Red eyes, that means the dealer part is true."

Bada scoffed and turned her head away from Lei, trying to hide her small smile.

"I needed fresh air"

"Right, you needed fresh air" Lei nodded. "I understand, I'd feel the same if I was locked up ignoring everyone."

Bada shook her head, as if amused by her own actions. "Sorry about that."

"I know it's hard to live with a stranger, especially in this situation, I'm not saying we have to be best friends, but I meant it when I said earlier that you can always come to me for anything."

Bada stayed silent, not responding to her, so Lei continued "You don't need to keep everything inside you I know what it feels like for everyone to suddenly hate you, and to feel like no one understands you-"

"You don't understand." Bada cut her off harshly

Lei sighed, a hint of annoyance filling her voice. "Believe me, I do. I was also a trainee once, and I have an idol brother. I know everything."

"I'm fine really" Bada lied "Sometimes it gets too much that's all"

Lei nodded, she wasn't being entirely honest but it's a start "That's understandable"

A silence fell between them, and both girls just stared at the swings in front of them. They didn't speak, just listened to the sounds of the wind blowing through the park. It wasn't an awkward silence, but Bada still couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand being alone with her thoughts, so she decided to speak up again.

"What's up with you hating Hann?" Bada taunted with a smirk on her lips

Lei's face was caught off guard by the sudden question. How did she know that "W-what?"

"You said it's not that good" Bada repeated. "Now I know not everyone has good taste, but I'm curious. What did you mean by that?"

Lei rolled her eyes again, her tone turning haughty. "Really, Bada? Implying that I don't have good taste?"

"Hey just saying"

"Wait, how do you know about that?" Lei's face twisted into a smirk as she flicked Baka's hat. Bada scowled pushing her hand away

"Are you stalking me on twitter?"

Bada shook her head, too quickly for her liking "No I wasn't stalking you. Soojin just sent me your twitter account when she told me I was gonna live with you so I saw that tweet on accident."

"Sure," Lei replied in a teasing tone, a small smile now lighting up her face. "Follow me next time, no need to stalk me in secret."

"Don't change the topic" Bada chided her, now turning fully towards Lei.

"I was joking when I said Hann isn't good. It's actually one of my favorite songs" Lei said as she gathered her knees and put her chin on her knees.

"It was just to piss off my best friend" she added with a grin

"Hanni right? The one with Yeeun's left toe username" fuck Bada for giving herself this easy, now she really sounds like a stalker "Yeeun loved her by the way"

"If I tell Hanni about this, she'll pass out." Lei laughed softly before adding "She's a huge fan of your group."

Bada smiled, the first genuine one that Lei has ever seen. "Well, I'll make sure she gets a signed album from all of us." Bada's smile quickly disappeared "If I ever go back" her tone suddenly growing cold like a winter storm.

"You produce almost all of your group's songs right?" Lei leaned closer, their shoulders now almost touching.

Bada stared at her for a moment, confused she nodded. Lei smiled, reaching out her hand.

"Come on, let's go somewhere." She continued, shaking the plastic burger king bag in front of Bada.

"I know a place you'll like. Plus we can share this burger" she said with a wink.

"I'm not sure-" Bada started, her tone unsure as she stared at Lei's hand.

Lei sighed in exasperation. "Come on, I'm not asking you anymore."

Bada yelped as she was quickly dragged away, her hands numb in the bitter cold. Lea's hands were soft and warm, the contrast almost too much to handle.

Nonetheless she followed the shorter girl

Bada was surprised when Lei took her to a studio, a home recording studio to be more precise.

She was left speechless at how big and well-equipped it was. She knew that Lei loved to sing, but she didn't know that she was this serious about it.

She touched the buttons of the monitor in awe, her awe quickly turning to excitement. "This is amazing, you make songs?"

"Yes" Lei nodded, motioning for Bada to sit. "And sometimes I sell them depends if I like the artist"

She just hoped that Bada would not notice the fake smile on her face. After all, what happened during her training days left her with so much trauma, but the love for music was something she could never lose.

Yes, she was scared to perform in front of other people, and for other reasons, which was why she initially began selling her songs. But she still wanted her songs to be heard, not by her though.

"You sell your songs?" Bada's eyes widened as she sat down next to Lei. She was filled with curiosity now. "What songs have you made? And who did you sell them to?"

"No" Lei replied, her tone turning playful

"Come on" Bada nudged her, pointing at the computer in front of them. "Show me" she repeated.

Lei laughed and gave in, turning towards her console to open up the files in front of them. Bada saw another folder with the name 'Lei's private songs' but didn't mention it

With one click a folder full with songs opened. Bada leaned in licking her lips as she stared at the screen. She knew most of these songs, but what surprised her they were all western artists songs, but one song caught her off guard

Bada turned to Lei quickly, her face filled with surprise. "Wait dude, you wrote 'Never Felt So Alone'?"

Lei turned towards her, looking at Bada's face before replying, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness.

"Yes" she said. "Did you like it"

"You listened to it?" Bai asked. Her voice sounded hopeful, as if waiting for a good response.

"Did you like it?"

"I had it on repeat when it came out," Bada admitted, making Lei smile.

"So you're the famous unknown girl who sings with him?" Bada wondered. "Why didn't Labyrinth give you credits?"

"I didn't want to" Lei replied. "I want to stay anonymous."

"Are you crazy?" Bada asked, she looked at Lei as if she grew two heads "Do you know how much people wanna know the girl who sings in that song?"

"I know but I don't care," Lei replied. "I like it like this."

Bada was quiet, and her gaze returned to the computer.

"I noticed you only wrote songs for Western artists" Bada said, as her eyes followed the words on the screen.

"You never wrote kpop songs before?"

"No" She said grabbing the burger she got along with the knife she took before coming upstairs "I only helped Chenle with a few songs but other than that nothing"

She cut the burger in half slowly and Bada only watched her. Something was weird but Bada didn't want to push it, in the end it's not her place

"But I like it like this" Lei said through her teeth. "I give it to them willingly."

"They give me money" she added with a shrug. "We both get something out of it."

Lei held out the half-burger, and Bada accepted. Her eyes remained fixed on the younger girl, as she took a bite from the burger.

"I'm sharing my burger with you – be grateful," Lei said with a smirk, pointing at her

Bada rolled her eyes, her expression turning playful as she let out a small thank you. She looked around the studio, the cozy environment and the familiar layout calming her somewhat.

The walls of the studio were covered in white paint, though the pink LED lights created a vibrant atmosphere that brought the room together. Some old vinyl records and colorful band posters hung on the walls, adding a hint of personality to the space.

In one corner, a cute black leather two-seater sofa sat beneath a small round armchair. Near the sofa there was a whiteboard hung on the wall. It had some polaroids of Lei and her friends taped to and a few written notes that Bada assumed were from her friends

The recording booth was an added bonus that made the studio even better. Although she didn't mind working in studios without a booth, it definitely improved the songs in the long run.

In another corner, there was a keyboard piano and two guitars on display.

"When Chenle debuted and got his first wage, he bought me that brown guitar" Lei said, catching Bada's fully attention

"I remember telling him to spend his money on things he needed, but he was so stubborn, he still is" Lei continued, both of them laughing.

She sighed at the memory of young Chenle giving her the guitar, a conflicting mix of happiness and sadness flowing through her.

It was a happy yet sad memory for her. He was so happy that day she vividly remembered him saying 'I made it because of you'

She never told anyone she cried a week because of that

"He's a really nice man" Bada said softly, tossing the wrapper in the trash.

"When Soojin first introduced him to us" she went on "I expected him to be awkward and nervous."

"But man was he hyped" she added with a grin.

Lei laughed in response, that sounds like her brother.

"Honestly, I don't know what goes through his mind." Lei grabbed a notebook and pen, opening the first pages to check if she wrote something on it.

Finding nothing, she turned towards the idol and handed it to her

"What's this?" Bada asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the blue notebook. "You want an autograph"

Lei scoffed at the idea, shaking her head. "You wish."

Bada smirked back, turning towards the notebook. "Oh no need to deny it." She began writing something, then signing it. She tore the page and gave it to Lei.

"Yah, to my number one fan?" Lei exclaimed hitting her shoulder lightly "Im not your fan"

Bada's smirk never left her face, she was enjoying this "You act like one"

"I gave you this to write songs," Lei huffed, a tone of annoyance in her voice. "Can't even be nice these days."

"Wait." Bada dragged on her words slightly, before repeating what Lei had said in a tone of surprise.

"You gave me this to write songs?" she asked.

A look of confusion filled her face, and she slowly turned towards Lei. "Why?"

"I don't know, you can get inspired and write something," Lei said with a smirk, "you can always use my studio too, I don't mind."

Bada's face lit up with excitement. "Really?" she asked eagerly, her expression turning into a bright smile when the other gitl said yes. "Thank you"

She opened the notebook again and wrote down 'Bada's Lyrics Diary (Australia Version)' in big, bold letters. She began drawing some cute doodles to go along with the title, smiling to herself as the memories came flooding back.

Lei's jaw dropped as she saw that the oreo haired girl started writing already. "You're already writing this fast?" She asked in amazement.

"After all the shit that happened, I definitely had some inspiration" she said with a smile, not looking up

Lei chuckled, coming close to the older girl to see what she was writing. And for the first time in so long, Bada was happy and she had fun. She was quick to judge Lei, cut her some slack, everyone has bad first impressions of someone

Bada was grateful, truly. After two weeks of not being home, of being in a messy state, this would definitely help her feel better. She needed to get back into herself, and making music was definitely the tool to do that.

Today started bad, but it was ending good

And Bada could only thank the girl next to her

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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Going with the theme of your recent 2 fics, can i request lighthearted/silly fic of diluc x reader in which he forgot your birthday but you also forgot about it and you both dont realize until someone asks what your plans are for the day or smth lmaoo

I see you xD of course I can do that!

Pairing: Diluc x reader

Content: gender neutral reader; not really anything specific, should be safe; not proofread yet!

Word count: 1,1k words

Please enjoy!

It was finally here.. the day your boyfriend had dreaded so much finally arrived..

Today, he would have to attend an official event alongside the knights of Favonius, within their headquarters.

And since Dawn Winery was providing the drinks for the event, and Diluc was the Master of the Winery, it was required for him to attend as well, to represent his work.

You knew that he really wasn't looking forward to this. He had complained about it almost daily for the last few weeks, and it only got worse the closer the event came.

Now, as he was getting dressed to attend, he almost looked lifeless, already bored out of his mind.

"I know a thousand other things I would love to do rather than this.", he complained as you helped him organize the last few details of his attire.

You smiled, still concentrating on his clothes, but asked nonetheless. "Oh really? Like what?" Your tone was teasing, but Diluc payed no mind to that.

Instead, he leaned down to you, grabbing your chin as he held eye contact with you.

"Wouldn't you like to know.."

Then, he closed the distance and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck and deepened the kiss like this.

But before things could get too heated, he parted from you again. You were both catching your breath as an idea came into your mind and you had to refrain from slapping yourself on the forehead. How come you hadn't thought of that sooner?

"Say, Diluc.. how about I accompany you? So you don't have to be all on your own there."

He looked at you for a second, eyes wide like he had the same thought you just had. Why didn't he think of that sooner?

"I would love that, darling."

So, you quickly scanned through your closet, trying to find the right clothes for the occaision.

After picking out an outfit and getting ready, Diluc took you hand in his as you set out on your way, getting seen off by the staff of the winery, wishing you lots of fun.

And you really thought, that with Diluc there, this could actually turn out pretty funny.

You both walked the familiar road to Mondstadt, conversing the entire way there, with a bit of teasing here and there from both of you.

At one point, Diluc even leaned down to whisper compliments about your appearance into your ear, making you blush.

"You look absolutely breathtaking."

"This outfit really compliments you."

"I wish I could just pull it iff you right now."

All those words brought a blush to your cheeks and ears, and every time, you would lightly hit hin on his arm, making him laugh at your cute reaction.

Soon enough, you arrived at the gates of Mondstadt, the guards recognizing you both and letting you pass with no issue.

Only a short walk after, you saw Kaeya standing by the fountain. He noticed you two and walked over.

You smiled as you greeted him, yet Diluc had returned to his usual stoic expression when approached by the man.

"Ah, Diluc. Glad to see you made it here safely. And you even brought company. It's a pleasure to see you, (Name)."

Saying that, Kaeya took your hand and placed a quick kiss to the back of your hand, but quickly let go of you again as he saw Diluc's piercing glare directed at him.

"It's nice to see you too, Kaeya. We haven't seen each other in a while. How have you been?", you tried to stay calm, gently squeezing Diluc's hand that was still holding yours, reminding him to stay civil.

"Oh, you know, the usual. I'm doing quite well for myself. Ah, but that reminds me..", he trailed off as he looked around. It seemed like he was searching for something or someone, but didn't seem to find it. He just sighed.

Then, he took your free hand again, this time ignoring the glare Diluc threw at him.

"Happy Birthday, (Name). Thank you for participatikg today, even though the event fell on your special day. Still, I wish you all the best."

You were taken aback by Kaeya's words.

Birthday? You? No, that couldn't be..

It was today??

Shocked, you looked at Diluc next to you, who wore the same expression as you. Seeing as you had the same reaction as him, it took a few seconds, but then you both burst out laughing.

Confused, Kaeya looked between the both of you. Did he say something wrong? He didn't mistake the day, right?

Meanwhile, you were still laughing so hard that your stomach started to hurt. You held it with your free hand, trying to calm yourself down again to catch your breath.

"And what's so funny about that?", Kaeya asked, clearly not amused about this reaction.

"We forgot!", you said, still trying to breath properly again.

Baffled, Kaeya looked over at Diluc, who was covering his mouth, but his eyes still betrayed that he was laughing as well. Dilic just nodded, confirming that he had forgotten about it as well.

There has been so much going on for the both of you that it simply slioped your minds. Once calmed down again, Diluc turned to you, gently taking your face in his hand.

"Is it too late to congratulate you now?"

"It's never too late for that.", you said as you gently placed a hand over his, closing your eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You return the kiss, completely forgetting about the world around you.

As you both separated again, Diluc still held your face, holding your gaze. "Happy birthday, (Name). I thank the Archons every day that you were born and for bringing you into my life."

You smiled and were about to pull Diluc into another kiss when an awkward laugh sounded from next to you guys. Suddenly, you remember that Kaeya was still there and that you were here for a reason.

Awkwardly, you separated from Diluc as you both followed Kaeya the the headquarters of the Knights. Along the way, you felt a gentle squeeze on the hand Diluc was holding, making you look at him.

It didn't matter to you that he forgot about your birthday. All that matters was for you to be in his life and to know that he loved you, entirely. That was the greatest gift you have ever recieved in this life and nothing could top that, anyways.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc fluff #diluc x reader fluff #diluc scenarios #diluc x reader scenarios

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softlyspector · 1 year

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um this is really embarrassing but if youre not too busy and it could be the shortest thing ever could you write a prompt within the signficant verse about maybe the din djarin like making food specially for pregnant reader to help with cravings or something

cant lie i dont even know the mandolrian like that so IDEK IF THEY EAT FOOD but yeh

thank you so much!!! and i hope you have a lovely weekend/week!!!

Din Djarin x pregnant!Reader + Din doing his best to get you something to eat.

"Din," you glance at the plate before you. "This is kinda making me sick."

He looks over at you across the table from him, Grogu in the crook of his arm gnawing on a piece of roasted meat.

You suspect if you could see his face, he'd be frowning at you. "What's wrong?"

"It's just so intense," you say weakly, the noise of the busy cantina not helping in the slightest to ease your nausea. "You know how my stomach has been."

Din glances away from you, apparently dismissive. "It will help, riduur."

You aren't sure how he can know that. "Din," you say again, more firmly this time, the spices radiating off the plate in front of you burning your nostrils. "I'm going to be sick."

You've eaten a variation of the dish before you countless times. The Mandalorians relished spicy food. Food so hot it made tears burn at the backs of your eyes on a normal day. Heturam, they called it. Mouth burn.

It's made worse by the knowledge that he'd made this for you, stored it, brought it along with you to this world. Din had made this for you, and you couldn't bare to eat it.

Ever since you'd discovered you were pregnant, your stomach had been incredibly sensitive. Smells made you sick, food with anything but the blandest flavors made your belly roil with sick.

Something about it makes the back of your throat tighten with tears - that you couldn't eat what he made for you, that he might be disappointed.

Din says your name and reaches across to you. "You don't have to eat it," he says gently, pulling the plate out of your way. "It's said to help with the sickness. Not make it worse."

You gift him a watery smile. "I know," you cover his gloved hand with your own. "And I'm sure it would, if I could get it down."

His head tips to the side. "What should I get you instead? You need to eat."

"Fruit?" Fruit has been safe so far, spared from your sensitive stomach.

"Fruit," he repeats, glancing around the cantina like some might appear. "Fruit," he says again and then passes Grogu to you.

You clutch the child in your lap, feeling wan and tired as Din gets up and abruptly leaves you in the cantina alone. "Well," you say, "either he's going to get fruit or he's leaving us here."

Grogu just coos and reaches for the plate Din had set aside. You sigh and take a breath before sliding it closer. The child didn't seem to have any reaction to heavy spices. You'd learned that when he got into some of it before and you'd nearly panicked.

Din returns sometime later, the tilt of his helmet irritated. You can tell without asking that he'd probably dealt with a particularly stubborn seller in the market.

You suppress a laugh when he dumps the woven bag at his hip that Grogu normally sat in onto the table, fruit spilling out. "I didn't know which you'd prefer," he says simply.

You pluck up one you recognize, one of your favorites, "Thank you, riduur, you didn't have to get so much."

"Yes, I did," he disagrees, before taking a seat, next to you this time. He holds out a hand, a blade already in his other hand, "Let me peel it for you."

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

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spectrumgarden · 2 months

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I keep thinking about how no one seems to think about nuance when it comes to like, the concept of "autistic traits / symptoms" and discussing them, and how that is intertwined with the push to not consider it a disability. And its complex to discuss, but here's my convoluted thoughts. I know it's long but I hope people will take the time to read it.

There are in fact people who do fit some commonly associated with autism traits that are not impaired by them. Let's make up a guy, for a second:

They like routine and repetition a lot but easily handle change in them. For example they wear the same set of clothes for years with no desire to ever branch out, but if you made them wear something else they wouldnt really be bothered by it as long as they dont think it's super ugly, etc. They like to watch the same movies over and over but happily agree to watch other things with their friends when spending time together, and are engaged and interested in those movies. Etc. They speak very formally or choose "complicated" words for things that could be expressed easier. They however do not face problems with communication beyond annoyance of others because they're able to rephrase things easily to be understood, and they also have a normal back and forth in conversations and initiate conversations normally. They sometimes engage in subtle self stimulating behaviors and recognize the desire to do so during boring or stress inducing times (which pretty much everyone does, btw). They dislike loud environments but do not respond with melt- or shutdowns or any other "severe" reactions, and while for example preferring to go to a museum over a club, they easily go through their daily life in busy areas like city centers, shops or cultural events like parades without issues beyond like, mild annoyance and no desire to stay for longer than necessary. They have strong interests in seemingly random topics and spend quite some time researching or engaging with those, but they do not view the world through the lense of said interest, they do not neglect caring for themselves or fulfilling academic or professional responsibilities because they are so engrossed in their interests, they are easily able to hold conversations about other topics. I could go on.

This person would not be diagnosed with autism by any doctor who pays attention to the impairment clause of the diagnosis. They would probably be told "you're subclinical / you do not meet enough criteria / ..." While his person would probably relate quite a bit to (parts of) descriptions of (level 1 and / or low support needs and / or high masking) autism. And this is an imaginary person I made up, but these people obviously exist (and as a side note, are probably what people refer to when they talk about "everyone being a little autistic" etc)

And this person being told they're not autistic might be upset. Because clearly, they have so many autistic traits. They relate to so many videos! But the thing is! There is no impairment! The one thing that connects all of the symptoms related to autism to the actual diagnosis. This does not mean they do not in fact relate to the autistic experience. This does not mean these parts of their life or personality are fake / non existent / not important to who they are and how they experience things. But it is important to differentiate. If they consider themselves autistic, if the world considers them autistic, it waters down the definition to a point of being categorically useless from a medical standpoint, from a standpoint of figuring out who needs support and in what ways. Who needs (early) intervention, who needs extra support in school or at work or at home or in public.

And like. Humanity at large will probably always want to shove themselves into random categories. "Which character are you like?" "What is your personality style?" "What is your star sign?" or "which sports team do you support", and countless more come to mind. I dont think this imaginary person is wrong or silly for wanting to find a category of people they are like, or recognizing this similarity with some autistic people. I wouldnt even mind if they made up a non-clinical category / group of people who relate to autistic experiences without the impairment. It would get the point across that it is a group of people with shared experiences, but it is not the same as autism.

However autism is increasingly treated like something thats just a personality type without impairment, by people online and offline. And when they go "this is an autism symptom" without nuance, without looking at the need for impairment, or even differential diagnosis, it spreads that attitude. "Liking to eat the same foods is an autistic trait"... or is it normal to have food preferences to a degree if it does not cause you stress to eat new foods, if you are capable of eating other food if hungry and presented with them and not the food you prefer? Or is this person anorexic and their mind has created categories of "allowed to eat" and "not allowed to eat" based on arbitrary categories relating to their fear of weight gain? "Only eating with small spoons at home is a common autistic trait"... or is it a harmless preference as long as you are still able to eat food outside a strict routine set up with zero possible deviations? Or is it a person with OCD and eating with small spoons is a compulsive behavior for some sort of intrusive thoughts?

I could go on forever. But in the end, these short sentences are all the same. They are, at the same time: autistic experiences and allistic experiences, because they are so non specific. They are watered down and any additional information is removed.

autism is about a specific combination of experiences that impair you. That's literally all it is. It does not automatically turn us into a category of "other" that is fully not possible to relate to, because we are human too. And some of it will be relatable to people that are not autistic!

And there is value in discussions of experiences of autistic people that go beyond the impairment, as long as we do not forget about it, or treat it as secondary instead of the defining factor. I dont mind if autistic people bond over something they're not impaired by, that they see as a common experience, for example not easily going along with authority. Being creative. Preferring the small spoon (without being impaired by it while having other impairments), whatever, and call those common autistic experiences. But those are not the pillars of what make up autism and solely relating to them should not be your reason for calling yourself autistic. Neither should relating to commonly impairing symptoms without being impaired by your version of them. The impairments resulting from abnormal development are what makes someone autistic.

There needs to be more nuance, detail, when discussing autism symptoms. And the push to, at the very least, expand autism into an area of experiences that do not cause impairment of any kind, or worse claim it never caused impairment, need to stop. It does not help anyone.

I genuinely think part of the whole "everyone is autistic these days" crowd who likes to go after people and invalidate them has picked up on some of this, but they lack the skills to criticize it for what it actually is and / or they want there to be a simple solution, which is that everyone who calls themselves autistic online who does not fit their very stereotypical view is faking. They are wrong of course. But I dont think this comes out of nowhere. There is something to criticize about how autism is treated in many circles, especially among younger people.

I'm really not sure how to end this post because I like to come to some conclusions on my long posts but just. Uhm. The way some people treat "autistic traits" as completely unrelated to the impairment they cause while staying exclusively autistic traits is wrong. The way people try to redefine autism is harmful and in the end not needed because they could simply invent other words for that experience.

#actually autistic #autistic adult #autistic community #actually disabled #i feel like im poking a sleeping bear with this one. poking a hornets nest. whatever #but yeah it needs to be said i think. and i have the privilege of my “smart sounding” speech being more likely to be listened 2 so. *shrugs #long post #(very long... oops. i think this is the longest thing i ever wrote on here)#also this took me. i believe over 2 hours to write! im not good at this actually! i moved 80% of these paragraphs around multiple times -#- deleted entire paragraphs. merged them. rephrased things again and again and again #its exhausting #because when i think about this i can think through this entire concept in a couple minutes but trying to get it across takes hours ://

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komorezuki · 2 months

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The statue as a CLUE and The Resurrectionist

Lets take a sip of cocoa again and rewatch the episode 3 again. I will not draw more attention to the suitcase and Bentley and so on, there are many metas about it. Lets talk about visitors and locations.

At first, what do we know about the graveyard:

Crowley knows this place (may be a fluke). Maybe he was going to tell Azi more if they weren't interrupted by Elspeth. And he insisted on a midnight that wasn't neccessary for staring at the statue.

Gabriel knows this place (which is expected but anyway)

This is the place where plot about sin and poverty and especially afterlife happened (still seems legit)

The only time Crowley fell down into earth. We don't know if Hell did it or someone else, but it still is the only time, even though doing good is a base of their Arrangement.

Cross on the statue is removable

What do we know about the pub:

Brielzebub's date was here (but they haven't been here before - Gab didn't see a jukebox and they both dont know how to behave)

A highy suspicious "mason lodge" next door.

...and Beelzebub is looking like a lodge member.

Pub owners somehow know how that surgeon looked - they have put his picture on a sign.

This is Azi cosplaying a newspaperman. His first question after the barman recognizes Gab is "Was he alone"? Not a "tell me more" or "When did that happen?". He asks about one particular detail. Okay. Gab was with "just another mason". And look at the Azi's reaction:

He has definitely realized something.

"We often get them in here. There's a lodge next door". We all know WHO did barman mistook for a mason. And he is saying that often gets them in there?? Also note that barman sees masons regularly, he definitely should know how human masons must look. Beelzebub really looks similar, but not the same. Barman should have noticed a difference, but he doesn't. Well, the non-human being who is similar to a mason accidentally visits a pub next door a "lodge"? Lmao.

Remember the quote on the matchbox. "Out of his mouth go burning temps, and sparks of fire leap out"

Wait....

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And I have got a good idea from @drconstellation after her reblog. Her point is that trip to Edinburgh is a mirror of the Crowley's trip to Heaven. But I am disagreeing a bit with a part "both involved Gabriel..." Let's mirror more. Demon goes to Heaven and this trip is related to Gabriel. Angel goes to Edinburgh and this trip is related to...other side. He knows something about mason-like beings, and perhaps he realized who that mason friend really was.

Demon Crowley deals with the angel Gabriel. Angel Aziraphale deals with the demon Beelzebub.

Demon Crowley goes to Heaven. Angel Aziraphale goes to ???????????????

Deads leaving their graves are the red thread running through the entire season. The Resurrectionist (Jesus or Dalrymple), 25 lazarii ("how many times it could have brought someone back from the dead"), a bodysnatching, the "resurrection" of Job's children, zombie nazis (god why), the Second Coming. And these dates on the cemetery.

My suggestion is that cemetery is a kinda strategically important object related to deads. Maybe a starting point where "zombie apocalypse" the Second Coming begins. Then some archons should take care of them. What if the lodge of "masons" is a demonic nest who kinda guard the place? And Azi knows all of that. That's why he needs to go to Edinburgh in person. That's why he goes to the cemetery. There must be a reason why he calls from here...

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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i swear, i WAS going to leave you alone for the rest of the day. I thought 'oh no, you've bothered them enough for the day, wait until tomorrow' (they did not, in fact, wait until tomorrow) however i had thoughts and wanted to share them with you! 😊

concept: I was scrolling through some of your previous posts for a second time today (still all very cool and awesome btw) and the one about the reader saying swear words without knowing what they are kinda stuck with me.

So lets reverse it! You, the creator, fall into teyvat and CAN speak the common language there, while also still remembering your own native language. and so your native tongue becomes super holy to them (eg. 'omg, the creator is speaking in their holy tongue, lets all listen and nod')

Unfortunately, this has its drawbacks, especially because the majority of the times you speak in your native tongue you are cussing out everyone.

3 potential scenarios have stemmed from my brain because of this.

You getting annoyed at your worshippers and yelling at them, then afterwards they all thank you for blessing them

Swearing so often that the people around you start to pick up on the words and now all of your worshippers are parroting swear words at really important events, while you try and keep a straight face

Accidently teaching one of the kids swear words and then klee starts saying 'fuck' all the time and the adults are all like 'thank you for teaching klee one of your divine words, it truly is a blessing. what does it mean though?' and you're just sitting there like 😅

also thanks for being so nice about my shenhe post :) i love her so much <33

NOO dont worry abt it!! Ill just answer whenever i got the time!! I definitely dont mind multiple asks from the same person dw bby 👍✨️

Here, a cookie for ur time 🤲🍪 PSPSPSSPSPS ITS WORKING THEIR COMING IN, I ALSO HAVE CAKE AND DRINKS!! :D

So this is gonna sound demanding,, BUT SHARE YOUR CONCEPTS AND IDEAS WITH ME ALWAYS YES YES I WANT TO BE THE FIRST TO SEE IT YALL R FEEDING MY SOULLL 🛐

This reverse is so much funnier than the OG way, you have such a BIG BRAIN👏👏

Those scenarios had me fucking laughing my ass off, the BLESSING THEM 😭KLEE 😭 PLEASE-

Also this might be ass writing bc I can’t get rid of my headache rn :/

___________

Look what you've done.

It was so harmless at first, teaching Amber a word or two there bc she was curious abt ur accent,

The reveal that Teyvat's language wasn't your native language.

But that was still manageable, that was still okay

From Amber, to Eula, to Venti, to Kaeya, to Rosaria, to Diluc, to Jean, that information spread slowly but surely

After all, you didn't use it often, no one here in Teyvat even vaguely recognized it (not even a vague similarity from one of the other countries even)

It wasn't like,, shocking to the majority of Mondstadt's residents that you had a different native lang. (nor any of the other countries once they realized you were here, and had a diff native lang.)

I mean, you were the Creator,

why wouldn't there be some ancient powerful holy lang. that only you (or along with some lucky priest/vessel/follower) could understand?

However, it did become a problem when you, as the human experience dictates, got irritated

You see, Teyvat isn’t an easy world to get used to, from the elemental reactions, the huge amount of hostile/active flora and fauna, there was a lot of room (even as favored as you were as the Creator) for accidents

You had already had a few mishaps, asking the waiter to bring you some salt bc ur table didnt have any on accident, bumping into the allogenes who wanted to walk around with you that day when they stopped abruptly

...

But now you can confidently say you can pinpoint the inciting incident in hindsight.

You had been traversing Liyue, and of course, it’s very rocky, even the well beaten paths outside Liyue Harbor were littered with pebbles and stones

So bc theyre respectful sweethearts, Shenhe, Xiao, Zhongli, Ganyu and the rest of the Adepti wnated to have a calm brunch at Cloud Retainer’s Abode w/ u <3

On the way up, bc u insisted normal walking was fine- no Xiao you want to see the sights teleportation isn’t necessary right now- nO Shenhe, really, the walk will be good for you, you don’t need to be carried-

Zhongli.

You are supposed to be a mortal these days, not a 60 meter/feet long dragon-

WHAM (u were so busy telling them to quit it that u werent watching ur path, aint none of their thousands of years old reflexes good enough to save u from being a clumsy fuck)

and your on ur ass.

“Fuck, ow,” immediately Shenhe has swept you up, Ganyu is rambling nervously, Xiao jumped but hasn’t said anything, but you can feel his worry from how tense he is, Zhongli’s hands are hovering, unsure if he should touch, and Shenhe- Shenhe- you can’t breathe-

“Fuck guys stop, I’m fine-”

They;re eyes widen, Zhongli looks a little happier?? wtf all u did was-

oh no.

...

Now, everytime you have dinner with any of the Liyue characters they bow their heads, and in unison “Fuck guys stop I’m fine”

...

And it just got worse.

Bc you spent a few weeks in Liyue, and you had a lot of events to attend, little incidents like this happened everywhere

“Shit!” you drop a tea cup

“Damnit” some miner guy in town dropped his pickaxe loudly

You blame Zhongli and Ningguang.

Fuckers wanted to make sure they showed you utmost respect, so they both remembered every. single. word. of your language you have ever said around them.

Between Zhongli’s memory and elegant appearance, and Ningguang’s influence, your cuss words spread overnight

Families are now sitting around their dinner and thanking you for Teyvat’s bounty of food, “Thank you Creator for our meal, fuck guys stop I’m fine.” the kids and everything 💀

Liyue literally has become the most dirty mouthed city overnight, and they look SO PROUD OF IT 😭 😭

u never telll any of them LMAO

It’s a little rough, but I hope u got smth nice outta this, ur idea was so good I didn’t even wanna add anything but I wanted to show my appreciation for sharing those with me lol

TYSM FOR SHOWING UP AGAIN!!

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

#NEVER hesitate w/ asks #yall will just be like a little surprise gift when i open my mail box <3 #my asks #genshin imagines #genshin impact #ask box open #genshin sagau #genshin sagau ideas #sagau #gender neutral reader #:D #genshin x reader #genshin isekai #genshin god reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hey I was just wondering if you could do a tadc x reader who dies their hair very often? like every month or so they dye it a different color and no one knows what color it'll be next

TADC cast x reader who dyes their hair a lot!

UEUEUEUUEU hope this is okay! i must admit i was a little uwuwuawua on ideas for a lot of the characters </3 grr finding new songs to play on loop to get me into writing is hard; though currently antonymph by vylet pony is doing things to my brain

CAINE:

makes a huge deal of things whenever you dye your hair simply because he thinks what you do with yourself is cool; and since its the digital world you can get away with dying your hair as often as you want! cant damage what technically isnt real! probably makes hair color suggestions and is absolutely thrilled when you actually follow through within the coming days. prepare to have some weird combos, though... probably changes the color of his suit to match your hair... even adds stripes if your hair has stripes, or any other pattern dyed into it

POMNI:

honestly? more power to you, thats her reaction mostly. would pomni dye her own hair, or otherwise get anything to modify her appearance? probably not... but she thinks you look great with it... probably asks why you chose the current color you went with, as well as asking whenever you change. nothing like "oh WHY? why THAT color?" but like genuine non-rude curiosity... doesnt like outwardly betting or wondering what color youre going to pick outloud since she doesnt want you to think shes rude or something

RAGATHA:

has probably made multiple color variations of accessories she has made for you so you can wear anything without having the colors clash... thinks your hair is pretty, me thinks! doesnt matter what color it is, could literally be the unpleasant green-pink-brown color gradient meme and she would still find something nice to say about it... does sometimes wonder what color youre going to choose next... probably has a hush hush bet going on between her jax and zooble on what color youre going to choose next... huh what no jax didnt just get all moody because you walked in with aqua blue hair- no hes not passing something to ragatha, what are you talking about?

JAX:

as mentioned above he makes bets with some of the other circus members on what color youre going to rock next... if you ask him for any suggestions on what color you should change to next, dont expect any serious answers. even if he is being serious, jax doesnt strike me as the type to care much about colors and shades so hes probably going to drop the most basic colors. ..

"purple."

"what KIND of purple? light? dark? pastel? reddish or bluish?

"purple."

stuff like that, i think! probably fiddles with your hair, especially if you dye your tips a different color... jax fidget headcannon strikes again

KINGER:

on a bad day he might just not recognize you for a short moment... i originally said that as a joke but considering he sometimes forgets gangle is literally standing right next to him, i dont... think thats much of a joke... but after the initial confusion, i think he would really like whatever color you choose! likes playing with your hair, if you let him! he finds it soothing in its own way, and now he just has pretty colors to look at! cant explain why but i feel like he would be very good at identifying colors, so if you come in rocking some new color hes going to ask if its (insert specific shade of red that no one knows the name of. like. amaranth red.. or something..)

ZOOBLE:

honestly, they get it! i like to think that they swap out their pieces in order to fit whatever look or vibe they want for the day; aaaand i personally hc that in the real world they would dye their hair and get a bunch of piercings! though, they dont really remember much stuff from the real world, at least not clearly... but the point still stands, you guys probably get together to make a new look together! though, on days where they dont give any input on what hair color you choose next, theyre making bets with jax and ragatha... dont know why but i think zooble wins the most in the bets... shrugs

GANGLE:

oh she thinks its so pretty! has probably always loved things like that, since its a form of self expression! and she can kind of relate to that since shes an artist, albeit her medium is paper rather than her body... thinks... probably gives shy recommendations for colors if you ask her, is also bad at masking (lol) her surprise when you actually take her idea into consideration and follow through with it... makes her feel some type of way that someone cares enough about her ideas that they literally apply it to their appearance, you know?

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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cupcraft · 25 days

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Okay but what really guts me about S6E21 the therapy episode is the moment where I think House really feels like Dr. Nolan's not hearing him or getting him which contributes to his feelings of distrust to um gtfo of therapy 5ever. Which this is not to say House should've done that or that Dr. Nolan is bad, it's more like this contributed quite a lot because well I'm making 0 sense let me explain.

So, I'm thinking about the scene where Dr. Nolan was like "what do you think Cuddy & Wilson talked about together. Walk me through the conversation?" House does and he basically concludes to his therapist that his interpretation of his friends is that they view him as the "House Problem" that they're more worried he's going to do something "bad" or "attention seeking" or "[insert anti-addict recovery rhetoric/ablelism/etc thing] here" because of Wilson kicking House out, out of the blue. And in a way, this is truthful and from an audience's perspective it is a believable interpretation. House is generally pretty perceptive about the people around him and their impression of him given that he does purposefully construct a certain impression of himself (so that he is not harmed by people by allowing himself to be genuine). And even though Cuddy and Wilson are the people he's the most genuine to, he still self-destructs around them and struggles with trust. Anyway, based on how Wilson and Cuddy have handled a lot of things in the past (not everything) such as the Morphine/saline thing, the first time he went cold-turkey on opiates, the tritter situation, forcing him to go to his abusive father's funeral, etc. it really does seem believable they'd view him as the House Problem, or in a way it makes sense House thinks that way overall.

Though this is not to say House is right. He is right and valid to think that they'd be worry he'd relapse/etc. and he is right to have trauma from previous horrible responses done to him and thus not have faith in any different. But House is in fact wrong because Cuddy and Wilson do genuinely care about him and do not actually see him at this current stage in the show as the "House Problem". Especially Wilson, which it was clear Wilson later realized his actions were impulsiveness and fucked up and not at all recovery informed (especially as the person of stability he agreed to be for House's recovery) since House felt forced to go back home. There's also the issue that Wilson created a home for him and House (as reiterated by Dr. Nolan and the fact the thing Wilson chose for himself was the organ, solidifying House's permanency in that home) only for him to be like jk i dont see a future for you here even though Sam who hates you doesnt mind. House doesn't realize that a Cuddy/Wilson conversation would be done out of care and guilt of an impulsive mistake and not because they just keep him around to stop him from being a "Problem".

SO, Dr. Nolan does challenge this rightfully so but he doesn't do it in the right way which contributes to House feeling unheard and stuck and realizing god I am miserable and i distrust this. Dr. Nolan challenges it by imagining the conversation in a way we the audience knows would not be how at the very least Wilson would talk. He posits Wilson as a very rational person to the point it is comical because Wilson is also toxic and irrational (again the very thing that Nolan says it was a home for you both and then he kicked House out!). I think even House recognizes this because he looks as though Nolan grew a second head like what on earth Wilson would never say that which I think really in the end makes House feel unheard. Because the message "Hey Wilson and Cuddy do in fact love and care about you" didn't come across. The "I think wilson is being rational" is what actually comes across, when House feels hurt by Wilson over what is an irrational reaction (especially given Wilson's apology to house goes poorly and comes off as more guilt than accountability, see the apartment scene).

So it guts me. it guts me that their communication got crossed and the outcome didn't work out. That House felt unheard and that Nolan wasn't able to reach him. Because it does bode poorly for House to leave therapy right now as he is at a point of crisis in his support network and he's returned home to the place that is triggering to him for a lot of reasons (hallucination/relapse/etc).

and as always for my ramblings feel free to add on/send asks/etc. :)

#house md #meta #just polite discussions ofc

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blacklegsanjiii · 3 months

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oh my goodness I am in absolute LOVE with Croc!Sanji. So much potential in this little prince! I know your idea has him and Robin meeting the Strawhats in Alabasta, but how would it go if they did end up meeting him in Baratie? Maybe Zeff got partial custody lol and Sanji was bored and thought why the hell not. Vivi and Igaram dont recognize him at Whiskey Peak but he sure as hell recognizes them and that is the most fun time of his life because most of Baroque who knows who he is is trying to figure out what the fuck their Mr Prince is doing here and Robin figures it out but is mostly just amused. Gets a little trickier with the Little Garden dendenmushi call bc Croc def knows his sons voice and is too busy being confused to try to stop the Strawhats. Robin has popcorn and is watching the show. The crew figures out something is definitely up with their cook during Alabasta but he does an admirable job of hiding it. However the reveal goes is up to you!!

adoring all your ideas over here <3 be proud of yourself !!!!

Amazing. Croc has to figure out a co-parenting situation with Zeff who refuses to come back to the grand line so hes the one doing all the shuttling. It becomes a joke for Baratie and Baroque that they have completely different views of parenting and women. Croc keeps yelling at Zeff to shove his "chivalry" up his ass because the women Sanji knows will kick his ass if acts like that but also Sanji isn't just a boy(Thanks Mama Clay!) And needs to be treated like a fucking kid, a deadly one at that.

Zeff doesn't know what to do because sometimes Sanji is dressing immaculate suits and other times Sanji is in a very pretty dress with make up on and his hair like shoulder length and styled well either way. Zeff wants to strangle them all the time. Crocodile will only eat when Sanji is cooking because fuck his coparent, he's a dumb fucker. So fucking dumb. Sanji is just in constant agony.

Croc gets the dad title and Zeff gets called "geezer" and Croc absolutely rubs it in his face. Daz is "Uncle Daz" and Bon Clay is "Auntie" and that's it.

Crocodile gets a call from Baratie saying Sanji joined a pirate crew who said they'll help him find the All Blue. The massive groan he lets out makes Robin giggle lightly. She's seen Sanji in all his chaotic mess so she'll know this will be entertaining. Galdino looking at Sanji and Sanji looking between him and crew and crossing their arms. Like every time they run into someone from Baroque their looking at Sanji and they're looking right back.

I feel like the reveal would be after Robin joins the crew and mentions Sanji easily teaming up with someone to overthrow their dad. Sanji's whole reaction basically boils down to 'it's really fucking funny to overthrow my dad with the daughter of the man he overthrew' which makes Robin laugh and the crew gawk at them.

Also thank you!! I'm glad you like these!

#black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sir crocodile #redleg zeff #croc!sanji #answers

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marvelstars · 5 months

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I usually like to talk about star wars in general and I don´t like to demonize any character be it one of my faves or not but tbh some fan takes really make me mad, takes like:

"Ahsoka wasn´t being fair in her judgment of the Order"

I am like "The Jedi Council, Obi-Wan and Plo Koon included" sentenced her to face a military trial that most definitely was going to end in her execution.

Again, a 16 year old whose only support/family/people she knew in her life abandoned her to be executed by the goverment she fought for three years as a child soldier.

Sorry but considering this, any take she has on the Order, the obvious love she still has for Jedi´s ways, people and life but also the criticism is completely valid on her part and she should say it, in fact I believe she was quite calm in her reaction considering all of that.

Same with her warm dedication to Anakin´s memory as her "older brother" you know given he was the ONLY ONE who thought about getting her a lawyer and solve the mystery to keep her from being executed by their own government, he was her master and treated her like actual family and didn´t break his links with her after the Order expelled her on circunstancial evidence or thought she was wrong for leaving after all of that like Obi-Wan did.

There´s Jedi unreasonable hate and there is reasonable, based in the story criticism and this is part of it.

Another fandom take that really gets on my nerves is:

Anakin was a child problem for loving his Mom, his Mom was like a Jedi and understood she had to "let go of him"

I am like: Shmi was a literal slave whose only way to keep Anakin from sharing the same fate as her was to give him up to a bunch of strangers, Shmi didn´t know anything about the Jedi but knew being free was better for Anakin than being a slave.

Anakin loving his mother and missing her isn´t attachment, it´s normal for a 9 year old to miss his mother, he also had a right to be mad with the republic for allowing slavery out of convenience and with the Jedi for supporting the republic on this instance because it wasn´t jedi bussines.

"Anakin was an incompetent leader"

Anakin was one of the best Jedi leaders out there in the clone wars, that´s why He and Obi-Wan got the harder missions dealing with Grievous, who killed a lot of Jedi or Count Dooku who also killed Jedi.

He got the moniker "hero without fear" out of the sheer victories he got for the republic and the many planets he helped free from separatist attacks, he also established training for what would become the first cells of the rebel alliance.

He wasn´t just a competent leader, he was a brilliant general, recognized by his enemies and friends alike.

"The clones are not a slave army"

The Clones were purchased with republic credits by a Jedi Master, that makes both the Republic and the Jedi Order their owners, this is canon in Attack of the Clones and in the Clone wars.

They dont get a salary because they are merchandise, property of the republic and the Jedi Order.

The Jedi Order didn´t know about the purchase but the fact they didn´t say anything post fact about the clones being slaves doesn´t give them a good look as "peace keepers to the galaxy" they were more, in this instance, supporters of the status quo.

And no, nothing of this makes valid Order 66, the Jedi Order didn´t deserve to be anhiliated for all of this but the Jedi Order definitely were a flawed organization made up of people with virtues and flaws who unfortunately supported blindly a corrupt system. The Republic was the mother of the Empire after all.

I feel like sharing some of my problems with fandom takes, rant over :)

#anakin skywalker #star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #jedi order #jedi order critical #more like Jedi Order canon but well #fandom critical #clone army

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wrens-versus-the-world · 2 months

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hear me out (again)

I may or may not have finished hazbin hotel over the weekend :D.

and i got to thinking (which is never a good sign)

What if exorcist reader! goes down to hell to settle some unfinished business (hiding the fact that they are in fact very much alive) and bumps into charlie!

Charlie, who drags them back to the hotel, and lets them stay there (not knowing who they are).

I think it would go something like this:

Alastor: Charlie, who is this *eyes narrowing*

Charlie: This is one of our newest patrons, Y/n

Y/n, vaggie, charlie, alastor, angel: What?!

y/n: Listen, i didnt agree to this! I have someone who I'm looking for and then I'm leaving

Charlie: Then you can stay here while you look for them!

Y/n, and co: ...

Charlie: and we can help you to reform so that you can go to heaven!

Y/n: *snorts* yea no.

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And eventually they get convinced, but are hell bent on finding this demon who theyre looking for.

Which gets everyone's attention (ie. Alastor, Angel, husk, etc.), but they don't really notice anything too strange about it, after all they are in hell and people wanting revenge isnt too strange.

The thing that gets everyone's attention is when Lucifer comes to visit, and while he's there y/n comes back from searching, and the two of them have a stare down.

y/n's thoughts: oh shit, does he recognize me?????

lucifer: theyre pretty!

And when lucifer begins to visit more (another love interest :D), y/n begins to avoid them more the truth comes out, and everyone is in shock.

But surprisingly its taken pretty well, and everyone acts mostly the same (just more gentle).

and the end can go one of two ways:

They die and go to hell (being damned there for killing so many demons), OR they just stay there and the ending is left ambiguous!

Also:

I personally see alastor as someone who doesnt really understand the appeal of sex (as we've seen with his reactions to angel).

I will probably have a bit of romance with him (more as companionship though, as to not take away from his identity).

the bit of romance would likely be jokingly flirting or something (or just alastor being nicer than normal and people taking it out of proportion)

As someone who is somewhere on the acespec. I dont want to take away from the little bit of representation we get, but I do want to show that acespec people can have companionship (I believe the official term is: Queer platonic relationship)

I'm not sure if I'll do this, but I just had to get it off of my chest :D

#x reader #alastor x reader #alastor #wren versus the world #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel fandom #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #angel dust #drabble #just an idea #just trust me okay?

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grugruel · 1 year

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An Affair to Remember

Pairing: Collegue!Bucky x f!Reader

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Summary: You've worked with Bucky for quite some time now, from his first greeting and charming smile your affection for him bloomed. Although you kept your crush a secret, you couldnt help but very subtly flirt with him. He's much older, and well.. happily married. Which you wouldnt ever want to ruin, but theres no risk of that ever happening since he would never want you anyway.. right?

Warnings: Age-gap (reader over 20), adultry, slight smut (more to come), jealousy. Let me know what I missed!

Word count: ±4k

AN: Hello! Its my first time writing EVER. Its also my first time really postning anything on tumblr, so go easy on me. But if you do have any notes to make my writing better please let me know! :)

My phone rang disturbingly loud, waking me in a startle. I jolted out of bed and franaticly searched for the source of the sound, laying concealed somewhere in my sheets. I became increasingly annoyed the more times the signal repeated itself, but it stopped soon after. Making the phone harder to find and me more agitated.

I eventually found it, noticing several missed calls from Hannah my bestfriend and collegue. Still drousy, I could't bother to call her back so I splayed out on the bed and waited for her to call me again. The rain tapping on my window had me drifting off to sleep, but just then the phone rung.

Disturbed from my sleep yet again, I answered the call asuming it would be her 'God its like 5 in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?'

'Calm down now girl, by that reaction I presume I woke you up.' The voice on the other end chuckled.

I quirked my brow, last I checked Hannah was not a man, she was usually this sassy however. I looked at the number, not recognizing it and answered with a weary sigh 'Uhm, yes actually. Who is this again?'

'Dont you recognice my voice?' He laughed, 'It's Bucky' and just like that my morning was fixed in the flash of a second. I have been crushing on my married collegue for months at this point and I was fully aware how immoral it was.

Bucky continued 'I talked to Hannah this morning and she said you hadn't been answearing your phone and probably overslept, so I thought I'd give it a try myself.'

Overslept? I looked at the clock on my phone, the tiny letters appearing blurred by my tired eyes, I made them out to be 9:15. My face dropped as, 'Holy shit, I fucking overslept!' I exclamied and he laughed again, 'Yeah, not by a small margin either. We have that meeting today aswell, starting in 15, remember?'

I stumbled around my bedroom, phone in hand searching for aproppriate work clothes. 'I totally forgot' I chuckled, grabbig a tight white tee, a pair of bootcut jeans and struggled to get them on. One of my nails got stuck on a seam in the jeans, making the nail rip. I involuntarily let out a pained whine 'oh, fuck me!' not thinking to much of it and with no time to spare I just got my jeans on and headed for the bathroom to do my makeup.

'Hannah was the one supposed to pick me up' I sighed, 'Buck, you dont suppose you could be a gentleman and pick me up?' I asked sheepishly, 'Im sure I'll find a way to repay you' I said, mostly joking.

There was no answer on the other end, 'Buck, you there?' I asked, but still nothing. I thought I could hear breathing but chucked it up to a bad signal, 'Bucky?'.

Finally there was noise, Bucky cleared his throat and a strained voice came through 'Mmh right, I already told Hannah to go ahead and join the meeting and I'd come pick you up instead, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. If thats alright with you of course.'

'Yes. That'd be great! See you soon' I said and he hung up. I finished my makeup, put some of my best perfume on considering I'd be in close quarters with Bucky. I grabbed my bag, headphones and other necessities, put on my black plateu boots and looked out through my window. The rain was still pouring so I grabbed my black leather jacket and an umbrella aswell.

I checked to clock, 9:25. I had 5 minutes, I gave my appearance a quick once over before heading out. I looked really good, I thought. Maybe even good enough to seduce a married man thats twice my age.

About 15 minutes later Bucky pulled up in a sleek black car, I stood there with my umbrella splayed out over me, shivering.

He stepped out and opened the door for me, giving me an apologetic look. Which gave me a slight giddy feeling, because I imagined it ment that he cared for me. But it could've been because of his very appealing disheveld appearance too.

Either way, late or not. I didn't care much since I was already very late for work and beacause I was genuinley just glad to see him. I folded my umbrella, shook it of and laid it in the car. I turned to Bucky, giving him a quick hug and since I was feeling confident, a small kiss on the cheek aswell.

It made him tense up and I worried that I had crossed a line, but it was to late either way. The rained dribbled down on us, wetting our hair and leaving water stains on our shoulders. I put my hand on his bicep and looked up at him through my lashes, smiling sweetly 'Thank you for picking me up' I said, tilting my head 'but what took you so long though?'

'Nothing you need to worry about' he replied, raising his hand to brush a piece of wet hair from my face, then continued 'And sorry about this darling, it might be I that has to repay you.' he smirked, and gestured to my wet and shivering state.

I got into the car and let my imagination run free for a bit, thinking about what I hoped him "repaying" me could've ment, but I was torn out of my delusion by the sound of the car door closing on the other side. He lit the ignition and turned the heat up, then drove off.

He laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down in an effort to warm me up. His hand stilled and squeezed my knee, 'I missed you this morning you know.' he smiled.

I was to stunned to speak, beacuse we'd never never really touched eachother before. Partly out of respect for eachothers personal space, but mostly beacuse of his wife. Something had changed in us this morning, and im not sure why.

I laid my hand over his and glanced at him quickly with a shy smile. The scent of the car, along with my perfume, his cologne and the smell of our wet clothes made this moment feel like a piece of litterature. I turned my gace towards the wet roads and passing trees, enjoying this moment together.

Your reaction made him smile, all wet and pretty, acting innocent with thos big eyes and plush lips. Oh how he wished he never married.

We had settled into a comfortable silence, but my curiostiy eventually got the better of me. 'So? Im still wondering, how come it took you so long to get me?'.

He cleared his throat, 'I just, you know-' he couldn't figure out a belivable answer so he opted for a diversion instead, 'I guess I just wanted to get here in one piece, to ensure that you got to work at some point today. Why did you oversleep anyway?' He emphazied, chuckling at his bad attempt at redirecting the conversation.

His chuckle made him seem pleased with himself. He had extremly bad humor, just like a dad. I thought and decided to joke with him, saying it out loud.

It made him slightly uncomfortable at first, he let go of my knee and gripped the wheel nervously. I was afraid I had done something wrong, so I leaned closer and lightly rested my hand on his forearm 'Did I upset you Buck? Im so sorry if I did.'

'What?' He looked at her eyes, full of regret. 'Oh no darling, of course not! I was just thinking about a proper answer.' He said asuringly, 'its just that the wife and I haven't had much luck in that department'.

'No luck in the becoming a dad part or the having sex one?' I asked bluntly, my reflexes covered my mouth with my hand.

I have no idea what came over me. I immedietly regretted the question but since it was already done, I decided to play it cool and act innocent. He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly as surprised by my bluntness as I was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I tilted my head to the side as if it was the most normal question in the world.

He couldnt help but chuckle, he would never have gussed youd ask something like that. But he answered all the same 'The latter, I suppose' he said shaking his head, barely beliving that he even answered the question.

I felt a bit bad for him, I would never derive him of sex. Since I already was in deep water and feeling as though I couldn't make it any worse. I decided to roll with my newfound bluntness.

'So.. youre sure It has nothing to do with your recently prolonged car rides, flushed cheecks, messy hair, wrinkled and half tucked shirt?' I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He didnt know what to answer, he looked at you wondering if he should tell you off like a child for suggesting such things or if he should tell you the truth. That he'd been desperate for a change in his marrige and hadn't stopped thinking about you for the past weeks, that you were the only object of his desire. That when he slept with his wife he imagined you in her place, laying under him, on top of him, stading on your knees infront of him or bent over the nearest surfice. That he stopped sleeping with his wife beacuse she just didnt do it for him anymore.

Or that he didn't want to tell you that when he hung up your call this morning, he had driven to a secluded parking spot and jacked of while thinking of the whine he heard you make over the phone.

He decided to dismiss your question because he still loved his wife after all and didnt want to ruin their marrige. But at the very same time a part of him still hoped you'd thought of him the way he had thought of you.

'Im sure I dont know what you mean' was all he could say, giving you a quick look and a smirk.

I didnt want to push my luck any further, so I decided to accept his answer and let the subject rest. We continued the rest of of the ride in silence, enjoying the sound of the rain smattering on the roof.

10 minutes later we arrived to work and Bucky opened to door for me again. He took my hand and helped me out, locked the car and we hurried our way inside the building to avoid getting even more wet. The lobby was empty since everyone was presumably already in the meeting, which we had hoped to make it in time for at least half of it.

Bucky laid his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the elevator, he felt it was a justified action since you were in a hurry. But as you were waiting for the elevator to arrive, his hand lingered for a moment longer than what propriety called for. He looked at you, searching for your gaze and hoping to find any sign of mutual affection.

I looked up at him and the amount of butterflies I got was indescribable, his eyes met mine. The eyecontact accompanied by his touch, his cologne and his closeness made my knees go weak. I took a step closer to him closer to him and he started massaging circles into my back with his thumb and you hummed appreciatively in response.

That was all the confirmstion he needed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped inside. He lets go of my back for a second to push the button to our floor and waits for the doors to close before he places the hand even lower on my back, right at the curve of my ass. I leaned against him, grabbing a fist of his jacket and gaze up at him with big doe eyes and a truly, innocent expression this time.

He meets your eyes, the sight before him makes him absolutley ravenous. He squeezed your ass firmly with one hand and as you whined in response grabbed your throat lightly in the other. You looked mesmerized and the thought of you letting him be in controll this way made him stiffen up. He slid his hand to the back of your neck and traced his thumb along your jaw as he inched closer to your face.

His lips a mere ghost over mine, feeling his breath on my skin is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. Barely a second away from a kiss, the elevator grinds to a halt three floors to early. Taking me completley by surpries, it caused my feet to become unsteady. Bucky grabbed my hips quickly, helping me find my footing as the elevators made that ding. He lets go of my hips and moves his hands up to my shoulders in the matter of a second, just as the doors open.

'Whoa there! A bit light on your feet huh?' Bucky says while laughing as three suit-clad men step inside. 'Hey Barnes, there you are! Good god, man. You look like you've been sailing!' The tall one says and they all laugh, including Bucky.

I was a bit annoyed by Buckys quick rejection of me but brushed it of as I understood his reasoning, he was married after all, and I didnt really want to be know as the adultress whore either.

The doors close again, 'Well its pouring out there Mr. Tanner, sir. Did we miss the meeting?' He asks the the tall man, who im just realising is our boss. 'No It actually went on longer than excpected, we took a quick brake and are headed back up there right now.'

Mr. Tanner looks back at me, raising his eyebrow 'And whos this drenched little thing?' He says and smiles at me, slightly appaled by his audacity, but he was lean and handsome and I didnt want to lose my job so I smile back. 'Im from your group sir, collegue to Mr. Barnes, sir. He gave me a ride to work.' I say as proffesionally I can muster and extend my hand for him to shake.

He takes it, bows down and kisses the back of it, letting his lips linger and glances up at me 'How good of him' the man says and gives Bucky a side eye, 'It's a pleasure, miss. I hope I'll be seeing more of you from now on.'

'Same goes you for Mr. Tanner, sir.' I say and glance at Bucky, who's face have fallen. Much to my pleasure, Bucky appears to be..? I cant distinguish it between jealousy or protectiveness. The elevator halts again, dinging and the doors slide open.

'I'll see you two in the meeting then' Mr. Tanner says with a nod. He then turns to me before walking out, 'make sure to stop by my office girl, sooner rather than later.' He winks at me. Bucky gives him a curt nod 'We'll be there in a minute sir.' He says, forcing a smile and the men walk out.

I look at Bucky, shrugging my shoulders as if what just happened were no big deal and seeing his furious gaze made giggle. I step out of the elevator with Bucky close on my heel. We were a few feet away from the door to the conference room when he side-steped me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner.

Bucky hade never felt jelousy so strong before, not even for his own wife. Yet he could kill that man for even slightly touching you. When you were out of sight, he forcefully pressed your back up against a wall and placed his hand next to your head, leaning over you. The look of pure innocent excitement on your face made him want to tear you apart.

I had never been with anyone in this way before, I had slept with boys my own age of course. But it couldnt compare, it felt nothing as exciting as this, I could almost feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Bucky inched closer again, determined not to let anything come in our way again, he closed the distance. Our lips met in a feverish frenzy and I completley melted into him, he wrapped his other arm around my back to help me stand upright and then pressed his body closer to mine. There were no distance left between us and I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh, I looped one leg around his hip making his bulge hit that sweet spot and I rocked my hips against him, making my jeans cause the perfect friction. He let out a breathy moan which was music to my ears, I could've come undone from the sound of his moan alone. I leaned my head back against the wall and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lightly pulling on it, making him whine inbetween his furious kisses.

Along your jaw and down your neck he kissed and ripped you shirt by the neckline to get better access to that sweet spot inbetween your throat and collarbone. You yelped in surprise which only spurred him on further, becoming even more agressive with it. He couldn't tell his own moans apart from yours at this point and it drove him mad.

Your bliss was interrupted when you heard a voice.

'Oh my god' The woman said, her jaw dropping to the floor. We stopped in our tracks, Bucky let go of me and turned away from her, breathing furiously. I look at the ground gathering myself before facing her. Ready for whatever consequences our actions would hand us, I smoothed my hair and clothes out, cleared my throat and turned towards the woman. I had not realised how tense my face had become until that moment, for when I saw who it was I immedietly relaxed 'Hannah, thank god its you.'

'Are you insane?!' She exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'What if it had been literally anyone other than me?' her jaw was still practically on the floor. I walked up to her while Bucky was still collecting himself, waiting for certain parts of him to calm down.

Altough still in shock, she seemed to be proud 'I really cant belive this, in the office too? You're bold girl.' She said, changing to a whisper 'Good for you honestly, you got him at last huh?' I looked at her nodded excitedly and bit my lip. My crush on Bucky was of course no news to her.

'We really need to get inside before our dissaperance raise any suspicions, but I want all the details later, ok?' she looked me inte the eyes, and I nodded yes. She gave my appearence a once over, 'Girl your eyes were running? And did he rip your shirt?' She the shirt between her fingers and gasps, jealousy tinting her voice 'My goodness what an animal, good job you.' She said and pointed at Bucky, giving a smirk and he chuckled.

Hannah touched up my makeup then took my hand and we began walking around to corner towards to conference room, I gave Bucky one last look as we walked inside.

Me and Hannah sat at the end of the table and Bucky joined the rest of us a few minutes later, taking a seat next to Mr. Tanner. He was looking as dapper as always, as if nothing ever happened.

Hannah leaned in closer to me and whispered 'You're coming to the party with me tonight right?'

'Party?' I questioned.

'Yeah, the firm's been doing good and their celebrating' she replied, 'Im sure Bucky will be there' she said with smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief and then glanced at Bucky.

'I wouldnt miss it for the world.'

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