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mysteriouslover1516 · 1 year

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Remember Us Together?

It was once again the night of the Pine Glade Festival held in Duskwood, a time for festivities and happiness, but something was holding the group back these days.

“Can I tell you something, MC?” Jessy asks, voice quiet, as she and MC were wandering around the festival, waiting for the others to show up.

“Always, Jessy.” MC smiles, encouragingly. Her eyes held a certain sense of sorrow in them, as if she almost expected what Jessy wanted to say.

“I almost didn’t want to go to this festival, not after what happened.”

“I felt the same, and I’m sure the others are also fighting their own personal demons concerning this night.” MC sighs, “We all miss him, you know that, right?”

“Yes, of course I know.” Jessy hangs her head, “It’s selfish of me to think I’m the only one who mourns this way for Richy, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” MC says. “You shared a certain bond with Richy, you were closer to him than anyone else in the group was.”

“I almost want to call it love, MC. It was like I loved him, but of course I didn’t, right? I had Dan, so it couldn’t have been.”

“There’s different types of love between friends, Jessy. There’s platonic love, and then there’s romantic love. In your case I think yours was different from both, it was more of a bond that siblings commonly possess. He was your protector, your confidant, someone you trusted. He was your older brother figure.” MC’s voice grows softer, “Phil is your older brother, but he never treated you right, he was rarely loving towards you. What if your mind subconsciously replaced Phil and put Richy in that role?”

“I never thought about it that way,” Jessy admits. “It makes sense.”

“We are all considerate of you, Jessy.” MC says, “We all know how much Richy meant to you. Just, some of us mourn differently. Just because we don’t bring him up anymore or we experience times of happiness, doesn’t mean we don’t miss him.”

“I know that, MC.” Jessy looks horrified at the thought. “I never once considered that you guys forgot about him, never. I guess I just can’t hide my emotions as well as the others can.”

“And that’s not a bad thing, that’s nothing to be ashamed about. It takes time, but we’ll all get through this, I promise.” MC smiles, her eyes clouding over. “If Hannah can celebrate tonight after all that has happened to her, then I know you and I can make it too.”

“You and I?” Jessy questions, “I have a feeling there’s something else besides Richy’s death that is bothering you.”

“I’m worried about Jake.”

“He still hasn’t gotten into contact with you?”

“No, which makes me scared that maybe he never will.” MC admits, “It’s been a year, what if he can never find a safe place to reach out? Or worse, what if he doesn’t want to anymore? What if he changed his mind about me, I mean it’s possible, right?”

“Nonsense,” Jessy shakes her head. “He’s probably still trying to evade his pursuers, but he would never forget about you, I’m sure of it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“And deep down you know you still trust him, otherwise you wouldn’t have waited this long.” Jessy says.

“Yes,” MC takes a deep breath. “Thanks for letting me confide in you, Jessy.”

“Of course, always.” Jessy winks as a smile spreads across both girls’ faces.

“Jessy! MC!” A female voice calls to them, “There you two are!”

The two girls look up to see a slender brunette woman walking towards them, a blonde right behind her. “Lilly and I just got here!”

“Hey Hannah,” Jessy greets the brunette first, then turns to her companion. “Lilly.”

“I heard the fireworks are going to be absolutely spectacular tonight,” Hannah informs, “They start at ten and go on till midnight this time.”

Jessy raises an eyebrow, “Wait a minute, where’s Thomas?”

“He’s with Dan, at the hot dog stand.” Hannah laughs.

“Of course,” Jessy facepalms, “Dan loves hotdogs.”

Hannah gestures towards the direction of the baking booth, “And we all know where Cleo is. She’s been working hard helping her mom organize the desserts for tonight.”

“I hope she made her lemon bars,” Lilly laughs.

“Forget the lemon bars, I want her world-famous Pyramid Cake.” MC sighs.

“That was Richy’s favorite dessert,” Jessy says in a soft tone. “He loved this festival.”

“I’m liking this guy more and more,” MC giggles.

“Deep down he really was a good guy,” Hannah nods. “Despite everything he did wrong.”

“Most of us grew up together with Richy,” Lilly says. “Everyone except Jessy, she wasn’t born here.”

“Yes, I moved here when I was six, remember, MC?”

“I would never forget,” MC smiles and then says, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to eat two slices of cake as a tribute to Richy.”

“Yes,” Jessy laughs. “Good idea.”

“Hey!” Cleo greets as the four girls approach the table filled with sweets. “How is everyone?”

“Fantastic,” Hannah answers and then sighs happily. “And once again, everything looks perfect, Cleo.”

“Thank you,” The brunette laughs. “We’ve worked really hard on everything, so please, don’t hesitate to eat as much as you want.”

“You don’t have to say that again,” Lilly puts two lemon bars on her plate.

“Hey, MC. I made your favorite, the Pyramid Cake!” Cleo winks.

“Awesome, can you dish me up a slice?” MC smiles, pulling her phone out of her pocket as it starts to vibrate. “What kind of telemarketer calls this late?”

“Is it Jake?” Jessy asks, looking over MC’s shoulder.

MC’s face pales, “Wait a minute, no. I recognize this number, it’s my ex.”

“You mean your ex from your old hometown?” Jessy’s jaw drops.

“Yes.”

“Don’t answer it,” Hannah advises.

“You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of answering,” Lilly agrees.

“But what could he want?” MC asks, torn.

“It doesn’t matter,” Cleo states. “He’s in the past, you’re here in Duskwood now, you’ve got Jake. Your ex doesn’t deserve a second thought from you.”

MC silences her phone and places it back in her pocket. “Anyway, it looks amazing, Cleo.” She says as she takes the plate from her friend.

“Oh oh oh!” Dan’s voice booms as he comes up behind the girls. “I’ve found the dessert table, Tommyboy!”

“Oh good,” Thomas rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Maybe if you stuff some more food in your mouth I’ll finally have a moment’s silence.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Dan exclaims.

“Maybe it means you talk too much?” MC raises an eyebrow.

“Pfff, I don’t know why I asked for your opinion.”

“Rude,” MC sniffs then grimaces as her phone vibrates in sequence.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz.

“What is that?” Dan asks, looking around.

Bzz Bzz Bzz Bzz Bzz

“Sounds like somebody’s phone is blowing up,” Dan says.

“It’s mine,” MC says in a quiet voice.

“Someone is desperate to get a hold of you,” Dan notes. “Hackerman?”

“It’s her ex,” Jessy answers.

“What?” Dan frowns, “Give me your phone.”

“Dan, that’s not a good idea.” MC shakes her head.

“I’ll beat the crap out of this guy!”

“Oh sure you will.” MC rolls her eyes.

“I just have your best interests at heart,” Dan informs. “Promise me whatever your ex is saying, you won’t dwell on it. Read it, laugh about it, and move on.”

“Yeah, it’s his loss!” Jessy agrees.

Hannah laughs, “Also I’d be more concerned about what Jake would do to your ex, rather than what Dan would do.”

“Hey!” Dan protests and flexes his muscles, “Do you see these things?”

“But Jake can hack into the guy’s account and wipe out all his savings,” Lilly reminds.

“Pfff, that’s the easy way out,” Dan brushes her off. “It takes more gut to beat the man up face to face.”

“Look at the fireworks!” Jessy excitedly points at the lights erupting against the horizon.

“Oh my gosh, I almost forgot about the fireworks.” Hannah exclaims.

“Aren’t they starting a bit early?” Cleo asks.

“Yeah, to hype the crowd up.” Dan says, “There’s more tourists this year, haven’t you noticed?” “Oh yeah,” Lilly glances around. “You’re right, Dan.”

“I’m always right,” Dan waves his hand. “Come on, let’s find a spot to sit.” “I’ll find you guys later,” Cleo says. “I’m waiting for someone else to come take my spot at the booth.” “Sounds good,” Thomas says, “See you then.”

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

“Listen, I have to find the bathroom real quick, text me when you find a spot and I’ll meet you there.” MC lies, not waiting for anyone to talk her out of it. Walking around a corner of a tent, out of view from the group, she immediately pulls out her phone and unlocks it.

Hey, MC.

Why aren’t you answering your phone?

Can we please talk?

MC? Fine, here it goes anyway.

I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.

The thing with the other girl didn’t work out, she didn’t even come close to comparing with you.

I miss you, I haven’t seen you around town for a while. Where’ve you been?

Are you busy?

What do you think about us starting over again?

We could go back to the way it was, like absolutely nothing happened between us.

What do you say, MC?

You were so madly in love with me, you probably still are, haha.

Afterall, remember us together?

MC read the messages twice, heartbeat racing, thumbs frozen over the keyboard. Should she text back? She couldn’t just let him get away with trying to contact her again, right? Why didn’t she block his number beforehand….

Are you drunk?

I don’t drink, silly.

It’s over, it’s been three months. You were the one who ended us, remember?

It was a dumb mistake on my part, I admit it. I miss you, I want you back.

You think I’ll go back to you just like that? You snap your fingers and I’ll come running back into your arms, just so you can go break my heart again?

I promise I won’t, please, MC. Listen to me, I need you.

It’s over, I’ve moved away.

You moved? Why the heck would you move?

I needed a fresh start, to get away from people like YOU.

Where did you even move to? Lol.

Like I’d tell you. How stupid do you think I am? So, it wouldn’t work anyway, if I even DID want to come back.

We both know you’ll never find anyone else. Stop being so haughty, just come back. You know you want to. If you think you’ll find someone to replace me, you’re crazy.

Are you kidding? You honestly think that? Did you forget how jealous you got when other guys dared to even smile at me?

You’re one to talk about jealousy, what about that girl you always accused me of flirting with?

You mean the girl who you ACTUALLY did flirt with? The one you cheated on me with and caused us to break up because she was apparently your true love?

That’s beside the point, MC. Stop taking everything so personally.

Stop taking cheating personally? My apologies, I didn’t know. If you’re trying to say cheating is the new normal, then you’re wrong.

How so? A lot of guys get bored and have fun with other girls, lol. Doesn’t mean anything.

Jake doesn’t.

Who the heck is Jake? And also if you think he actually loves you, you’re silly, MC. Whoever would want to deal with you for all eternity is out of their minds.

I thought you wanted me back?

I’m just bored and drunk, haha.

I don’t have time for this. Leave me alone.

MC watched the typing bubbles float on the other end of the line, eyes starting to water slightly.

“MC,” Jessy’s voice came to her, causing her to look up.

MC shrugs, wiping her eyes. “Curiosity killed the cat, didn’t it?”

Jessy smiles sympathetically, easing the phone out of MC’s hand. After skimming over the messages, she looks back up. “You need to block him.”

“But-”

“No, he’s already starting to deprecate you again. He’s toxic, you can’t keep playing into his hands. Just you texting him is showing that you’re still willing to waste your time on him.”

“He sounded almost like he changed in the beginning,” MC whispers.

“I’ll give him that he sounded remorseful at the beginning, yes. But did you read what he ended with? Once you started replying and weren’t cooperating as planned, he started to show his true colors again. He basically was saying no one would want you, that he was the best thing that ever happened to you. Not only is this guy insane, but he’s an idiot as well!”

“Why can’t I move on, Jessy? I’m going insane, I can’t keep doing this to myself.”

“MC, every relationship that lasts as long as yours will be hard to get over. You invested your time and effort into making it work, you entrusted him with your heart. Unfortunately he ended up fumbling with it and therefore broke it. When he cheated on you, the future was gone, but the past wasn’t. No one ever gets over a relationship that easily, especially one that affected you as much as yours did.”

“But what about Jake? I told Jake I’d wait for him, even said I loved him. But here I am crying over my ex and for a split second I was wanting to believe he had changed.”

“Even when people move on from previous relationships and enter into new ones, the memories of the past are still with them. What matters is what you choose to do with those memories, whether you lament over the heartbreak you experienced, or whether you push yourself to find better and realize how much you’re worth.”

“Can you block him for me?” MC asks, voice quiet.

“My pleasure,” Jessy says, then suddenly the phone starts ringing. “Oh, even better.”

“Don’t answer it,” MC giggles as Jessy makes a face at her, answering the call.

“Oh hey, you’re MC’s ex, right? Well you can just go wander off a cliff. And also, if you call her one more time, I swear I'm gonna come over and beat you to a pulp till you can't see a dang thing and your mom is gonna have to feed you through a straw for a year. Oh right, you were a jerk to your mom as well, so I guess you have no one to take care of you. Maybe you can go crawling back to some past ex that you were a jerk to, just so she can kick you to the curb again. What? Oh, I’m Jessy, MC’s best friend. And by the way, you might wanna watch out for MC’s new boyfriend, he’ll hack you into pieces.” With that, Jessy hangs up on him and then blocks him. “Here you go,” she says, handing MC back her phone. “We should probably go find the others now, before they start to freak out.”

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

“That’s probably them now,” MC laughs as she looks at her lockscreen. “OMG.”

“Is that a good or bad OMG?” Jessy bites her lip, confused.

Hello, MC.

My pursuers have finally lost track of me, I doubt they will find me again soon.

I hear you moved to Duskwood. Being that I am in the area, what do you say about finally fulfilling our promise to meet in the future?

There’s a nice Chinese restaurant in Duskwood that I know of. You once told me Chinese was your favorite, so what do you say?

I’ve thought about you often, MC. My feelings for you never faded, they only grew stronger. I hope you feel the same.

“It’s Jake,” MC’s eyes light up, her phone starting to ring.

“I’ll give you a few minutes by yourself,” Jessy smiles, satisfied, walking off.

“Jake.” MC answers the phone, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Hey, lovelies! :) Thank you so much for reading this, and please leave a comment! I love to hear from you all! My ex actually did this to me, so I sympathize with anyone who can relate. There's someone out there who will treasure you and treat you like their whole world! In the meantime, I love you, and so does Jake! ;)

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: is this a date?

Warnings: swear words; mutual pining, like a lot; Steve being a douche, again (I'm sorry, but he's overprotective of his BFFs). just a lot of fluff and bad writing, as always!

WC: 4829 (I was finally able to write something shorter!! yey me!)

A/N: Thank you again to everyone for the support! i love you all so much <3 just remember to comment or write me a message if you want to be added to the taglist!! Also, look at those puppy eyes in the gif!!

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It was five minutes before the last bell of the day when Eddie walked out of the school. He hated being stuck in the corridors with all those people, so he always found an excuse to leave class early, so he had enough time to go and collect his stuff from his locker and then go outside, maybe even get going if he had a deal to make. But that day, when he walked out of the main entrance, he was surprised to see a familiar figure sitting on the stairs outside, with a book in her hands. She almost looked angelic right then, with the sunlight washing over her, the gentle breeze of early spring slightly moving her hair. Think of a scene out of a movie, the one where the main character sees the love interest, and time seems to slow down. It felt exactly like that. So much that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to disturb her.

“Y/N?” He called out her name. When she turned around and realised who it was, she smiled, and Eddie was taken aback for a moment. “What are you doing here?”

She waited for him to come and take a seat next to her. “I refused to vivisect a frog during science.” She replied, putting a bookmark in between the pages she was just reading.

“You were kicked out of class?!” He looked sincerely shocked.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I was excused!”

“How is that possible? If I refused to do something in class, I would probably be sent to the principle straight away.” He leaned backwards, propping his elbows on the step right above and kicking his head back.

She turned slightly towards him, crossing her legs. “Well, for starters, I have one of the highest GPAs of the entire school.”

“Are you saying they would treat me differently if I had higher grades?”

“Well, I don’t know, but it’s possible.” She sighed. “But I think that the biggest thing was that I explained my reasoning behind my decision. Meaning, I explained why I didn’t feel comfortable putting a knife in a frog, despite the animal being already dead.”

“I never really cared about frogs; you know? That’s probably why I liked that activity.”

“Well, I care about frogs. Frogs and all other animals.” She explained. And Eddie found comfort in her love for all creatures.

There were a few moments of silence, Y/N toying with the laces of her forest green Chuck Taylors, and Eddie simply trying not the stare at her hands, her hair, or at her in general. He thought about taking out a cigarette and lighting it, but imagined she didn’t like the smell, maybe she was even bothered by it, so he thought it better to just resist the urge. You know, for her.

“We should probably move from here.” She broke the silence after a few moments. “The bell is going to ring any moment now and I wouldn’t want us to get walked over by everyone.” She stood up from her spot, putting her backpack on her shoulders, and then putting out a hand as a way of helping him get up.

He stared at her for a second, before taking her hand and pulling himself up. However, neither of them had taken into consideration how close together their feet were, so when Eddie stood up, he literally crashed into her, making her stumble backwards. “I got you.” He said almost under his breath, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back closer to himself. Useless to say that Eddie didn’t want to let her go ever again. Being so close to her made his heart thump, and he didn’t feel comfortable with that sensation, but still, from this close he could smell the perfume she put on every morning. Creep, he told himself, trying to force his own hands to let go of her, but unable to do so.

On her part, Y/N didn’t mind the closeness at all. Actually, she enjoyed the warmth that radiated from his body, from his hands on her hips, and almost wished the bell wouldn’t ring, so that they could stay like that forever. But that moment, which felt like minutes long, was abruptly interrupted by the odious bell, echoing from inside the building. Without thinking, Eddie grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her away from the stairs, already hearing the buzz of teenagers ready to go home.

“So,” Eddie said, as he stopped somewhere far from the river of students pushing and yelling to get away from that place. “Why did you want me to meet you here?”

Y/N looked at him, a soft, almost embarrassed smile forming on her lips, as her cheeks slowly turned pink. “I just… wanted to spend a bit more time with you.” Eddie couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, unable to look away. She wanted to spend time with him. “I mean, I was going to use the English assignment as an excuse, but we could also work on the D&D story, if you prefer. Or we could just… talk. Maybe eat something, watch a movie…” Was she asking him out on a date? Was that a date? Or just an afternoon between friends? “I mean if you want… I didn’t even ask you if you were free.”

“I was supposed to meet with my friends.” He really did have band practice that afternoon.

“Fuck, sorry.” She immediately said, taking a step back a looking away. “Ehm… we, we could do this another time, if you want. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry.” He chuckled, taking a step towards her. “But don’t worry. I had already cancelled.” No, he didn’t. But his mates would understand, right? “I’m free.” She looked at him, waiting for him to say more, as if she needed him to say it out loud to be 100% sure. “We could go to my place.” The smile that formed on her lips was the best reward. Fuck, he thought, I need to stay calm or else I’m going to fuck it up.

Eddie was ready to grab her hand and take her to his car, to get going, but they both heard a familiar voice. “Dude!” They turned around and noticed Robin jogging towards them, followed by someone else. “You did the right thing by leaving the class. I almost threw up at one point!” She laughed. “Hey, Munson!” She smiled at Eddie.

“Buckley” He replied with a quick smile. A smile that faded just as quickly as it had appeared when he realised who was following Robin.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Steve Harrington took off his sunglasses and Eddie immediately felt the same urge he had felt until the previous year: the urge to punch him in the face.

“Actually,” Y/N looked at Eddie, then Robin, and finally Steve. “I’m not coming with you today.”

“Is your mom picking you up? I thought I saw your brother leaving on his bike.” Steve hang his glasses on the collar of his t-shirt.

Y/N took a deep breath, as she already knew how he was going to react. “No, Steve.” She shook her head. “I’m leaving with Eddie.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re going… out.” She said, not really sure what to say.

“But you always go out with me and Robin when we have a free afternoon.” He almost whined. Why was he acting like this?

Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, confused. “And? That doesn’t mean it’s mandatory or anything. I like going out with you. But today I want to go out with Eddie.” Eddie’s heart leaped at that sentence. Did you hear that? She wants to spend time with me.

After a few moments of silence, Steve walked up to her and took her by the wrist, pulling her away. Eddie was so ready to throw himself at him, to stop him, but thought it better to just let them talk. “What kind of game are you playing here, Y/N? Huh? You can’t go out with him.”

“Why? Is there some kind of law that prohibits me from doing it? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to keep her voice as quiet and as low as possible, Eddie could still hear everything they said.

“Y/N, you don’t get it, do you? He’s not a good person.”

“Fuck you, Steve! You’re not my mom. Actually, my mom likes Eddie, so I think that means it’s not a problem to her if I go on a date with him.” A date? Eddie was shocked, just like all the others present. So, that was a date!

“A date? Really?” Steve was now raising his voice, no longer caring whether Eddie Munson could hear them.

“Yes, a date.” And as she said that she could feel warmth raising to her cheeks, knowing full well Eddie was looking at her. They hadn’t said anything about a date, and she hope, she truly hoped he was okay with it. “So, now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re making me late to my date.” With that being said, she freed herself from Steve’s hold and walked back towards Eddie and Robin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She said to her best friend. And as she nodded back to her with a smile, she grabbed the raven-haired boy’s hand and walked away.

Eddie simply followed her. A part of him wanted to stop her right there, in the middle of the car park, and kiss her, but he didn’t. He just walked beside her, squeezing her hand just to let her know he was with her. When they reached his car, neither of them said anything. They just got in and sat there for a moment.

She was the one to break the silence, eventually. “I’m sorry about that.” Her voice came out almost as a whisper, and when Eddie turned to look at her, he realised her eyes were now glossy. “I truly am sorry. I hate him when he acts like this.”

Eddie reached out his hand, placing it gently on hers. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. At least once a day I hear people calling me a freak, or making fun of me and stuff. So, I’m used to it.”

“But it’s not right.” She whispered, closing her eyes. “You shouldn’t be used to it.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It doesn’t hurt me anymore.” He smiled softly, trying to get her attention by briefly squeezing her hand. “Hey, I’m okay.”

“But I’m not.” She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’m not okay with it. I know I can’t do much about other people, but Steve is supposed to be my best friend, for fuck’s sake. He should support me! So, if I like you, he should at least try to like you as well, right?”

“He obviously doesn’t like me. And I can’t blame him, because I don’t like him either.” It was only then that she finally turned her head to him. “I mean, look at me and look at him. We’re polar opposites. He was on the basketball team, while I played D&D in a room in the basement. He had girls all over him, while I barely have friends. He probably listens to Duran Duran and Bon Jovi, while I love Dio and Metallica.” He chuckled. “You know, I’m surprised you would even want to go out with me instead of going out with someone like him.”

“Why is it so hard to believe I may like you?” Her voice was still soft, a whisper. “Why can’t I just go out with whomever I want?”

“Oh, princess, you can go out with anyone you like, really. And if that someone ends up being me, then I’ll be the luckiest motherfucker in Hawkins.” He smiled, one hand still holding hers, while the other found its way to her cheek, stroking it ever so gently. His eyes stared into hers as she melted into his touch. And right there he swore he could drown in those eyes, he could live like that, if she only gave him the chance. “Should we go to my place?”

Eddie’s voice was so calm and soft, his smile gentle. Y/N felt the urge to throw her arms around him, to pulling him close and just lay her head on his chest. But she didn’t. She simply nodded, laying her back against the leather seat. However, she did not let go of his hand, holding it tight, and hoping Eddie would not let go as well. And so it was: Eddie drove for most of the time with only one hand on the wheel, and if he needed to also used his other hand, he would then put it immediately back on hers.

Neither of them said much on the drive to his place, finding comfort in the silence, in the sounds of the car’s engine and the nature around them. Eddie would never admit it, but he had always hated silence. He hated being left alone with his thoughts for too long. Which is weird, since he geneally spent most of his time outside of school by himself. Not by choice, obviously, but he was alone most of the time. That’s why he spent so much time listening to music and trying to learn how to play new songs on his beloved guitar. Like Master of Puppets by Metallica. It had just come out a couple of weeks before and he had already listened to that tape for who knows how many times. But with Y/N it was different, it was a different kind of silence. He enjoyed that kind of silence. That was probably why he was disappointed to see the trailer park appear in the distance. He entered the park and pulled up in front of his own trailer. Well, his uncle’s. And in that exact moment he started regretting inviting her over. What was she going to think? She lived in a beautiful home and he lived in a trailer with his uncle. As soon as they got out of the car, Eddie sprinted towards the door, trying to see if it was okay to let her in. It wasn’t a tidy place. He wasn’t a tidy person. But it could have been worse.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, opening the door and moving to the side to let her in. “I know it’s not the best, but… it’s home.”

Y/N looked around briefly, a smile on her lips. “It’s nice. Cosy.” She said, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have to say that. I know it’s terrible-”

“I’m not just saying it.” She interrupted him. “I truly think it’s nice!” She walked past him, still looking around the space. "When I was young, I remember I wanted to live in an RV.” Eddie chuckled at the idea of a small Y/N telling her parents she wanted to live in an RV. “I thought it was so cool, you had everything you need, no stairs, no great distances between your bedroom and the kitchen. And the coolest part was obviously the fact that it wasn’t permanent.” She laughed. “I was so excited at the idea of moving around the country, and not only during summer vacations. If one day I woke up and decided I wanted to wake up the next morning in front of the sea, I could have just moved to the seaside and parked my house on the beach.” She eventually turned back to face him and blushed when she realised that he was looking at her like that. “Sadly, we never even spent a week in an RV. My parents hated the idea. Then, when it was just my mom, she even stopped wanting to go away from Hawkins for a couple of days.”

“Well, now you can come over here whenever you want and pretend you are in and RV.” Eddie laughed, as he walked closer to her. Fuck. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He wanted to put his hands on either side of her face and pull her in. He wanted to press his lips on hers. He didn’t need an aggressive kiss, like one from those scenes in movies where the lovers finally realise that they are meant for each other, so they run to one another, their bodies crashing together, as they engage in a passionate kiss, biting lips and tongues dancing. No, that’s not what he needed nor wanted. He wanted a gentle kiss, one that transpires every single emotion, every single feeling, every single word. All the I need you’s and the I love you’s that had been hanging there, in the air, flowing in that kiss. But he could not kiss her like that. So, he just stood there.

“Show me you room” She said. And Eddie panicked. Why would she want to see his room? His room was messy. He barely liked his room himself. “Come on! I need to know more about you! You saw my room and found out I have a major crush on Brian May. You show me your room and maybe I’ll find out whom you have a crush on.” She chuckled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “Please!”

She somehow made her eyes bigger than they usually were, and Eddie lost his words for a moment. Fuck, don’t look at me like that. “Fine.” He sighed. “Just, don’t judge me, okay? It’s… it’s messy.” Still holding her hand, he walked her to his room. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath before opening the door. “This is it.”

Y/N walked pass Eddie and into the room. She looked around, like she did when she first entered the trailer, but this time he could tell she wasn’t simply “looking”. She was studying. He kept his eyes on her, scared to death she might just turned to him and laugh. Her room was much bigger than his. She had a whole collection of vinyls and an entire wall stacked to the top with books of every size. He had a chest full of tapes, most of them sneakily recorded as he “borrowed” them from the music store. He had a few books scattered all around the room. His bedroom was a mess. He was a mess. And he was scared she would notice it. But instead, she took a seat on his bed.

“You still play?” She pointed to the guitar hanging on the wall.

Eddie's eyes followed her finger, looking briefly at the instrument, then back at her. “What?” How did she knew about him playing? He had never talked about it with her. Did Dustin say something?

“Corroded Coffin, right?”

He looked at her obviously confused, but mostly surprised that she knew that name. “How do you know about that?”

“We went to the same middle school.”

“Impossible! I would have remembered you!”

“I was very different back then than I am now.” She sighed. “And I was good at blending in the background.” She looked down, almost embarrassed. “But I remember you...”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes…” Her cheeks turned slightly red. And at that point Y/N couldn’t help but think back to her middle school years, those terrible years. It had been hell for her. She looked very different, but she liked the same things she did now. And people made fun of her because of that. People made fun of her for dressing up as Bowie for Halloween. People made fun of her for wanting to read during lunch break instead of talking about boys. Not that she didn’t like boys. She liked boys. And girls too. And maybe that was the reason she tried to avoid talking about crushes and stuff. She was afraid people might start bullying her for that too. But she did have a crush on someone. There was this kid, he was two years older than her, he had a buzzcut. She remembered going to the school’s talent show and watching him play with his band. Many thought they were lame because they weren’t very good. But she thought they were awesome. She thought he was cool. But when, after the show, she had finally gathered enough courage to go and talk to him, maybe even just to become friends with him, she heard him talk with his bandmates about that blonde girl in her year that was doing that cheerleading number. He heard someone say that she was pretty, and she took it for granted it was him. So, she just ran away. Then he moved to high school the next year and she no longer saw him for some time. Until she moved to Hawkins High. And he was there. He no longer had a buzzed head, and tattoos had started appearing on his arms. He obviously didn’t know who she was or even if she existed, but still, she couldn’t help but look at him in the cafeteria, or smile when he walked down the hallway and their eyes met for a split second. She was head over hills for him. She had been for a long time. But he had never even talked to her until two days before. And now she was sitting on his bed. On a date with him? If she had told Steve when he was still in school that she had a crush on him, he would have made fun of her. He would have reacted similarly to how he had reacted the day before during their car ride, calling her crazy because he was not a good person, because he smoked and was a freak. But she knew him better than he did, better than anyone did. She had watched him for so long, hoping that he would just look at her, smile at her even. And in the meantime, she had learned things about him. She had learned that he played an invisible guitar whenever he was bored in class, moving his hand under the desk and moving his fingers like he would on the strings. She knew that he bounced his leg when he was stressed because she saw him do that during tests. He would always put his tongue out a bit whenever he was concentrating. He enjoyed spending time with his D&D friends, but he really had a soft spot for her brother: she had noticed the change in his demeanour when Dustin had joined Hellfire, and how he acted differently whenever Dustin was around or not. That was something that drew her even more to him. She loved her brother with all her heart, and the guy she had feelings for – feelings she would never admit to have – treated her brother like that. She had won. Well, not yet at least, since he had started talking to her only the day before. But they were on a date now. And that must have meant something.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Eddie took a seat next to her, close enough so that if either of them where to slightly move their leg, then they would be pressed against one another’s.

“Play something for me, would you?”

Her request took him by surprise, especially after that long moment of silence. “You don’t like the music I know how to play.”

She turned to look at him and smiled. “Try me.”

He looked at her for a moment before he got up from his seat to go and take his guitar off the wall. “Any request?” He asked as he leaned against the chest of drawers, putting the guitar strap around him.

“Play a song you like. Any song.” She moved a bit back on the bed, crossing her legs and propping her head on her hand. “Maybe I’ll surprise you with my knowledge.” She winked at him.

Right then and there, he wanted to run outside and scream. He wanted to scream because the woman of his dreams was sitting on his bed, asking him to play her a song. He had dreamt about that moment a million times, and now that it was actually happening, it didn’t feel real. Please, someone, punch me in the face. Actually, no, don’t do it. If it’s a dream, don’t let me wake up. He took a stray pick from his jacket’s pocket and cracked his neck, before shifting around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position. He had to play something cool, something that she would find cool. He took a look around the room, looking for inspiration. That’s it, he thought. And so, he began playing.

He played for a little over three minutes, just standing there, and Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She had played the image of him playing his guitar at the middle school’s talent show over and over in his head, trying to imagine how he would have looked today. But no imagine that she had created in her head could have compared to what she had right now in front of her. That wasn’t just cool. He looked hot. He was there, with a concentrated look on his face, his little tongue slipping out, but then moving to biting his bottom lip. Fuck me. She thought. And she meant that in every possible way. When eventually Eddie finished the song, she didn’t know what to say, afraid that if she spoke too soon, she might actually confess whatever she was thinking in that moment. So, she waited for him to put back the guitar and come lay on the bed next to her.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before turning his head slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of her smile. “So, did you enjoy it?”

Hell yes, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that, if I didn’t have a bit of self-control, I would be all over you right now. “Very much.” She replied, moving her hair behind her ear. “I love Too Young To Fall In Love.”

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, a surprised look on his face. “You know Mötley Crüe?”

“I must say, I may be a bit mainstream, but I really like Shout At The Devil.” She smiled. “And I also enjoy Too Fast For Love.”

A song about sex. Did she just explicitly told him she liked a song about sex? “How do you know about Mötley Crüe?” He was still confused about that first fact, about the fact that she knew that band. “I thought you listened to Bowie and Queen.”

“Yes, and they are my favourites! But they’re not the only artists I like!” She laughed. “I told you I would surprise you with my knowledge!”

He had spent so long thinking she was so different from him, that they would not have much in common, and then, in less than two days he found out not only that she like the same authors he did, but she also enjoyed some of the artists he loved. Marry me. And if that wasn’t enough, she understood him more than anyone had ever done in his entire life. He had never been a big fan of theories such as that of soulmates, linked to one another by an invisible string. He had always thought it was stupid and that soulmates didn’t exist. But in that moment, lying there on his bed next to her, he could feel his heart change. He felt like he had always known her in some way, or that they were destined to meet, maybe even to be together.

“I think you’re really good, by the way.” She said, eventually lying down as well, rolling onto her side so that she could look at him.

“Nah, I’ve played for so long, I should be better than this by now.” He rolled on his side as well, now facing her.

“Maybe you just have to learn how to play something from a different genre. It might give you a fuller experience and you might even learn something from it.” She smiled, only a few inches dividing them. “That’s what I did when I found myself writing the same things over and over. I wrote something completely different, and that helped me find a new perspective.”

He looked at her, fighting with his entire body the urge to touch her, to kiss her. “I could learn to play something you like.”

She bit the inside of her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling too much. “You would? For me?” She asked, thinking he was just making fun of her.

Anything for you, he thought. But the words didn’t come out of his mouth. So, he simply nodded.

“Well, in that case, my favourite song is Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears” She said, moving forward to place a soft kiss of his cheek.

Eddie’s heart started racing, leaping, and he felt like his stomach was all tied in knots. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t say a word. Fuck, he thought to himself. I’m fucked. He kept looking at her. Am I falling in love?

A/N: so, if nothing happens, tomorrow I will finally go to London for my vacation, and I'll be back on Monday! I'll write the fourth chapter then! In the meantime, enjoy this! Don't forget to let me know if you liked this! Love you, my lovelies <3

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 15 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 16

Summary: Loki tells you everything about the night he begged Jolene to take him back. Steve reveals a truth.

Warning: 18+, Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Dirty talk, degradation, panic attack, Oh forgot to put Brief humping, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

The next morning when you woke up you found Loki in the kitchen with Jolene, making breakfast. You hated the fact that he didn't wake you up but it was just your jealousy making you feel that way. You kept thinking about what she had said last night about Loki begging her to take him back, it didn't seem like something he would have done but then you didn't know what was going on with him at the time, he was lonely, that you knew for sure, you probably needed to hear his side of the story, you also felt extremely insecure that he loved her so much that he begged her to stay with him.

Your thoughts disappeared momentarily and face flushed as you looked at him, the imagery from last night was still afresh in your head.

"Good morning" you placed your head on his bicep and looked at him, he had a smile on his face but you could tell he was trying to keep his actions under control in front of her, maybe he didn't want her judgment, whatever the reason you didn't really care as long as he was yours to love and care for.

"Morning sweetheart, can you make tea for us?" He asked you softly so you nodded

"Can't wait to kiss you" you whispered in his ears, making the corner of his mouth curve into a smile. Jolene watched the whole interaction fuming with jealousy, ofcourse she heard your moans and his as well, she couldn't believe that he was fucking you, he always talked about you as if you were just a kid he had saved once and she always assumed that he was burdened by that responsibility. She saw you both eye fucking each other and her jaw clenched, a young girl like you, ofcourse he was enticed easily, you must have seduced him and trapped him but then he also was a fucked up man who had done evil things so she wasn't really surprised by his perversion.

She wanted to move on, she tried her best but as bad as he was in other aspects of his life she couldn't help but feel so attracted towards him still, the way he treated her made her fall in love, he took care of her in every way and she knew she'd never find someone as considerate as him, she was young and immature in her quick decision to divorce him, she got influenced by her family and friends but she was regretting it now.

"We don't have much time, that editorial photoshoot is today at 4" he said to you so you hummed in response, the people from the Netflix series you have been shooting for suggested your name for this popular clothing brand so Loki had a meeting with them two days ago. The money was good and you were absolutely covered from head to toe much to his delight so you both agreed, you knew there won't be bikini or lingerie shoots any longer now that you belonged to him. You got your way with him before through threats and manipulation but you didn't want to do anything of that sort now, you didn't want him to get upset or hurt.

Jolene stepped down from the counter and walked into his room and you couldn't have been more thankful.

As soon as her door shut close he grabbed your arm to turn you towards him and leaned down to kiss you in a way that screamed "yesss this is what I have been craving my darling"

You should have kissed him back with equal intensity but for some reason she kept bothering you.

"Do you miss her?" He stopped kissing you and looked at you, he stared at you intently before he picked you up by the waist and put you up on the counter.

"Why would you ask me that after the night we had?" He kissed you again after finishing his sentence, then his mouth latched onto your neck.

"Answer me"

"I don't…no"

"Mmmm okay"

"Why would you ask me that?" He asked you so you shrugged. Why did you ask him that really?

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Don't steer the conversation" he glared at you but you shrugged.

"I'm not" you pulled him closer by hooking your legs around his waist but he wasn't letting it go that easily.

"Tell me y/n" Oh!! boy it was serious now.

"I just.. she was your wife Loki..it just makes me think of things"

"What do you mean?"

"You loved her right?"

His eyes teared up as you questioned him, you didn't want to make him sad first thing in the morning. You really didn't want to hurt him today like you have always done.

"What is love really?" He chuckled as he grabbed your thighs and tried to get away from you. You hated this. Why did you have to do this?

"A feeling that made you want to beg her so she'd come back in your life" his jaw clenched as you said that. He abhorred feeling weak like but moreso he hated to be reminded of that.

"I seee…girls are talking to each other about me huh?"

He walked towards the stovetop to finish what he was doing, the only question that remained in your head was Why. Why did you have to ruin his day like this? You could have talked to him about this at some other time and with a different approach probably.

You heard the bedroom door opening and your eyes teared up, she was back. You didn't want to leave the conversation like this but you had no other option.

He wasn't even looking at you anymore and it hurt to say the least, after breakfast you went to your room to get ready. The whole day he avoided you and it killed you, you couldn't even focus on the damned photoshoot and it was all your fault, if things weren't sour he would have been there watching you and fucking you with his eyes. During the shoot you saw him grabbing Jolene by the hand and taking her away and that only made you more insecure. You knew he wouldn't hurt you like that but you still felt scared. You didn't want her to take him away from you.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop filling her head" He said to Jolene, he was pretty pissed off about this whole situation, he wanted to leave the past with her behind rightly where it belonged but ever since she had reentered his life for some reason she just wanted to keep bringing it up and hurt him.

"Fill her head? What did she tell you? I just told her the truth..you loved me, was i wrong?" She huffed as she finished her sentence.

"Noooo but you don't know the whole truth or what happened after that, now she thinks that since I begged you to not leave me I still must be insanely in love with you" he snapped at her making her flinch.

"I know you're not in love with me anymore Loki " Her lips trembled as she spoke "But are you in love with her? Because I really don't think so" his jaw clenched as she said that.

"You have no fucking clue what she means to me so all I want is for you to stay the fuckkkk out of our lives you hear me?"

He walked away and didn't even look back to check if she was crying, he was done feeling bad about the situation, she had no right to come back and judge him all over again for his life choices.

Unfortunately he still had to take her back home with you, He called Steve again but he didn't pick up so he sent several threatening texts. Probably not the wisest move to threat a detective but he was really furious at the moment. After dinner you went to your room and waited for him to talk to you because his indifference was killing you. As soon as he came you clutched on to him so he won't leave again.

"Just talk to me Loki please I'm sorry" you cupped his cheeks and got on your tiptoes to reach his level "I'm sorry I'm sorry .. I don't want to hurt you i swear I don't"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you closer to him, his thumbs wiped your tears then he kissed your forehead.

"I was all alone" your eyes flickered with different emotions you felt as he said that "She was all I had, so when she left I lost my mind, I had no one by my side, no-one to love or take care of, everytime I felt weak I ran to her, even after our divorce she was there whenever the need to fuck each other arised. On the night of her birthday I called her, she asked me to go see her so we fucked again and she promised me that we can think about us again, she gave me hope again. At the party I don't know what happened or what her friends told her but she wanted me to leave immediately, told me they didn't feel comfortable having me around them" you sniffled as he told you what actually happened that night, he was hurt and lonely, he needed someone to hold his hand but she only ruined him further.

"And I lost it completely, something snapped, I broke down, had a faint moment of weakness" he chuckled even though his eyes were brimmed with tears "I begged her to let me stay with her, i didn't want to be alone that night but she denied" you nodded as he said that, you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him closer so you could hug him and comfort him, he needed that even though you knew he'd never ask for it.

"That's half of the story, here's the complete truth that you wanted to hear" You looked at him perplexed and nodded again so he could continue "I picked myself up, went home, sat down in my bathtub, texted Steve to promise that you'd be taken care of no matter what and slit my wrist with a razor to end it all" you gasped as he said that, it shocked you to the core that he took that step, and how nonchalant he was about it terrified you but he had been broken beyond repair so it didn't really surprise you.

"I waited for it to end and then my phone buzzed. Steve reminded me that you would be out there in this cruel fuckinnggg world on your own soon and that's what brought me out of that darkness, that's what saved me my darling, you saved me that night" your crying ceased but the tears kept coming, the initials on his scarred wrist, they were yours.

"Lokii–" you whispered his name but he pressed his thumb on your lips.

"So whenever the doubt clouds your judgement or insecurities begin to ruin you, just remember that I'm still here because of you, for you and nothing else matters, only you do, forever and ever, for life" he kissed you as passionately as he could and then he pulled away from you

"Lokii please.."

"I just need some space, I'm not upset I promise yeah?" He whispered softly so you nodded, you didn't want to overwhelm him, you knew it was hard for him to share all this with you. As he walked out you sat down on the bed and thought of what he had told you, he was so broken that he wanted to give up but he held on because of you, so that he could take care of you his whole life, if there was any chance that you weren't madly in love with him already you sure were now. You took a silent vow right then that you'd never ever allow him to feel that way again, that you'd never make him feel so lonely again in life. Never. It will be you and him for life or for death, as long as you had him and he had you, nothing else mattered.

In the middle of the night you felt him crawling into the bed, his arm encased around you and he pulled you closer to him, you immediately turned around to face him, the dim light from the bedside lamp made you able to look at his swollen face. He must have cried, you really wished he'd have allowed you to comfort him but you wanted to be patient with him, especially after what he had shared with you, you just wanted to be there for him.

"Are you okay?" You whispered softly as his fingers ran circles on your back.

"Mhhhm" you leg wrapped around his waist in a spooning position and he sighed deeply. He probably would have died with that secret, he never wanted to tell you about it but now that he did he really hoped that you knew how much he needed you and wanted you in his life, he could never put his feelings in words but he really hoped you knew that he loved you immensely.

You got on top of him but he flipped you underneath him swiftly and then he kissed you, it started slow but heated up pretty quickly

"I love you Loki" you whispered between the kiss, you didn't need to hear it back, you just wanted him to know that he was loved and cherished by you and he was the most precious thing in your life.

"I know baby I know" he took his shirt off and for a moment you thought he'd fuck you like that, right here right now but then a part of you knew that he'd never take you so casually like this for your first time. He wrapped your legs around him and you moaned as his hardening clothed bulge rubbed against your core

"Have you ever done this before sweetheart?" He asked you, his voice was low and deep into your ears, he smelled so good that you just wanted to disappear somewhere with in his proximity

"Sex?" You asked him and he shook his head,

"Noooo...Thiss.. sweetheart" he humped slowly making you whimper in response, there it was- the sensation that made you want to lose all the inhibitions if you had any.

"Nooooo dadddy"

"Fuckk you're such a good girl" he couldn't believe that you kept yourself so untouched for him "What kind of things you have done in bed?" Your face flushed at the question as if he had never seen you naked before or that you didn't touch yourself for him last night.

"Ummm I kissed John and ummm he made me rub his cock from above the clothes, and I made out with Jaden plenty of times, and some of them wanted to fuck me but I didn't want to do that, and Ron ummm..he asked me if I'd suck his cock but I denied"

He got hard, so painfully hard at the thought, those men wanted to touch you, have you touch them and fuck them but you denied, for him, just so someday he'd take every little thing you had saved up for him

"Why didn't you do it sweetheart? Why didn't you suck his cock?" His pace increased as he questioned, his hips rolled in circles and then back n forth, stimulating your clit as his cock rubbed against them.

"For youu dadddyy.. always i just..ohhh God" you gasped as the sensation built slowly, your own hips moved mindlessly with his rhythm.

"Keep talking baby"

"I just wanted to do it with you, i have dreamt of you Loki, i have craved you and I have thirsted for you only" he smiled as you said that.

"You're so easy to please aren't you? So malleable for me, so very much desperate and I like that…alott"

"Dadddy"

"I know, baby.. I know…patience..I'll take care of you in every fucking way I promise, i promise my baby I promise I will, you're mine to do whatever I want to" your eyes teared up as he said that, you felt overwhelmed by the whirlpool of emotions. You were his, mind, body and soul. You have belonged to him ever since you laid your eyes on him.

A solid thrust and you were a goner, your body convulsed underneath him erratically as you came, you haven't had such an intense orgasm in a long time or ever really except last night maybe, it felt cathartic and it knocked you out for a moment, that's how you felt last night as well, every inch of your existence wanted to crumble and fall apart for him, a fleck of dust under his feet, that's all you ever wanted to be. He called out your name so you looked at him,

"There you go.. come back my sweet buttons" he murmured, he had a small smile on his face, you heard the pet name and it made your heart soar.

"Let me touch you please, i need you to cum.. please daddy" you whined and it made him snicker, he wanted to serve you the whole universe on a golden platter but he also wanted you to beg him for that. The sick twisted part of him wanted to keep you dangling at the edge of sweet release and he wanted you to suffer for him, hurt for him, cry for him. You were his to ruin afterall. He took his cock out of his trousers and placed your hand on his, you hid your face between the crook of his neck as you jerked him off slowly, up and down, he could tell you had never done this before and he loved that.

"Bite me darling, hurt me" he whispered in your ear so you bit it on his shoulder, gently, you didn't want to leave a lasting bruise, he needed to feel the pain so he could cum but you wanted to change that for him slowly. You gripped his hair with your free hand and pulled on them slightly, making him moan in response.

"You're so handsome, it makes me want to fuck you right now daddy" he snickered as you said that.

"I'll be the one to do the fucking sweet thing, you'll just take it like the whore you are" let go of his cock and pulled your panties down along with your shorts, your wet slick lips seemed inviting but he wanted to wait, he can't take you like this in the heat of the moment. You deserved better than that, you deserved the most tender lovemaking he could have offered you from his fucked up self

"Dont worry daddy, i just wanted you to have a view" He cursed under his breath as you rubbed the tip of his cock over your lips then you fisted him again, he tore apart your tank top and placed his face between the crook of your neck as the sensations began to build in the pit of his stomach.

"I love you so much.. you're the best fucking man I have ever known of"

His eyes moistened as you said that, he wanted to believe your words, he truly did but the monster that lived inside him told him otherwise. He didn't deserve such a precious girl.

"Baby… I'm close"

"I know, I could feel it, you're throbbing in my hand, so perfect. Need you to cum all over my soaked lips"

He moaned as you said that, a grunting sound escaped his throat as he came hard, the warm cum spilled all over your lips and it made you gasp. Before his mind could wander elsewhere and his need to get hurt could prevail, you scooped his cum on your middle finger and sucked it in, giving him something else to think about. He picked you up in his arms and you both showered together, you kept him engaged in a conversation but you could tell he was lost, he was thinking and you wanted to know everything but not today, he had shared enough tonight and you didn't want to push him too hard.

You giggled as he dropped you down on the bed, he dressed you up and put on pants so this time you'd be able to sleep with no interruptions but then his phone started to ring and he was about to turn it off but it was Steve so he picked it up immediately.

"Everything okay? I know you have been calling..but you know Peggy, she hid my phone somewhere..we were on a vacation" Steve sighed

"I know Jo told me" Loki sighed as well

"Jo? You mean Jolene?"

"Yeah about that..why the fuck would you —?" You sat up and hugged him from behind to calm his anger down, it worked because his voice softened instantly "Why did you tell her I was here?" he smiled as you kissed on his neck.

"What are you talking about Loki? I didn't tell her anything, she called me but I strictly told her that you didn't want to see her" Loki's eyes widened as Steve said that, if he wasn't the one to inform Jolene then how did she find out?

How Did she know he was here? Who told her?

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goldenxshine · 2 years

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Flowers

Summary:

Lately, Y/n's been finding flowers meant for her. Does the Lost Girl have a secret admirer?

Warning: fluff

Felix x reader

Author's note: Keep in mind that here Felix is inclined to love and is a little more emotionally open.

All the Lost ones have returned to the camp.

It was night, and no one was in the mood for a big event. A couple of boys sat down together by a smaller fire and talked, softly. One was talking, and sometimes the others mumbled something back.

It was a hunting day when everyone had to catch an animal. They had to get up early in the morning, when it was still dark and have food ready for the day, as they were not allowed to return.

The Lost girl hated this day. Her whole body ached and she could barely make it to her tent, which, with her luck, was at the very end of the camp.

She only caught two squirrels throughout the day, which is bad compared to the rest, when some dared to catch a deer.

She walked into her tent. It was organized and clean. After a whole day, she always wanted to go back to somewhere she could hide from all the boys. Sometimes they really acted like animals.

After a hard day, she went to shower. Peter was quite kind and provided Y/n with her own 'bathroom'. He was considerate and could understand that it was probably not very safe to bathe with the Lost ones.

Dressed in clean and comfortable clothing, Y/n walked over to her vanity table. She ran a hand through her hair, which was very tangled from the whole day.

She opened a wooden drawer, pulled out a comb, and began slowly combing her hair. This routine was her favorite part of the day. She could think in peace and look for unanswered questions in her thoughts.

Y/n saw something at the bottom of the reflection that certainly wasn't there in her tent early in the morning.

She quickly turned in the direction of the bedside table.

Alongside a bowl of fresh fruit and green tea-flavoured biscuits, in a hand-carved vase were Y/n's favorite flowers.

Blue roses.

They are very rare because they grow on the other side of the island in the middle of the Deep Forest, where no one dares go unless they want to die in a moment. There are many dangerous things out there.

It looked like someone had put them in here just before she came into the tent.

This wasn't the first time she'd found flowers someone had given her. It's been happening a lot lately.

Y/n wasn't used to it, she'd never received anything like it from anyone before but it always made her day.

But one thing bothered her.

She had no idea who gave her the flowers.

None of the Lost Boys ever seemed interested in her. She was treated more like a sister. She played dangerous games with them, sat around the fire with them in the evenings, where they told made-up stories or something that each of them had experienced.

At one time she thought it might be Peter, but his behavior toward her was merely as a commander to a subordinate.

That's why she put it out of her mind.

Gently, she leaned toward them, breathing in a wonderful scent with her eyes closed.

An energy filled her body. Her mind was suddenly flying in the clouds, and Y/n felt like she was in a wonderful dream.

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The next morning, at breakfast, Y/n wasn't concentrating much. Devin was telling her of a dream he had and she occasionally nodded that she was listening to him.

In fact, she wasn't because her head was full of thoughts.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

Y/n quickly came back to reality. Her friend's face didn't look happy.

"Yes, of course."

He raised his left eyebrow at her efforts to convince him.

The Lost Boy knew, but he wanted to torment her a little.

She looked around as if begging one of the boys for help, but no one saw her. Everyone was busy eating.

He started laughing.

"It's okay!"

She's relieved he wasn't mad at her.

"No one here is a morning person."

"Yeah."

Y/n began tapping a beat of the tune she had just remembered, into the wooden table.

Devin joined her and began to complement the melody with musical embellishments.

After a while all the Lost Boys started to look at them badly as their patience began to run out.

When it was too much to bear. One of the elders, who was as red as a tomato at that moment, banged his fist on the table so hard that the bowls of food jumped.

"Stop it, both of you!"

With a startled expression, Y/n slowly put her hands on her lap from the table.

Everyone slowly started talking again, like nothing happened.

"Party pooper." Devin muttered under his breath. She couldn't help but chuckle, which he noticed and winked at her with a smile.

**********

After a full day of training, when Pan had made up his mind to torture everyone with archery, the day was finally over.

Just as Y/n was walking down the path that led to the camp, she saw a wreath of flowers laid right in front of her. Someone knew she was coming this way.

There was a small piece of old paper. She picked up the wreath from the ground, which she placed gently on her head and focused her attention on the yellow-colored paper.

How strange to dream of you,

even when I am wide awake.

It was written in such a light yet sharp font.

Her cheeks pinched gently, and her heart beat faster.

It was getting dark. It suddenly dawned on her that she should have been among the others by now.

Y/n quickly made it to the campsite where the party was taking place. She looked around. There was something going on all over the camp, some Lost Boys were fighting each other with a sword, some dancing and some talking.

What kind of saddened her was that she hadn't seen Felix all day. It didn't surprise her, he'd been busy for days. Either he was with Peter or he got some assignment that took him all day.

But he always came back before it got dark.

He never got too involved with the others, mostly sitting around the fire carving a knife and she could look at him without him catching her doing it.

Maybe it wasn't very polite, but Y/n didn't care, she was in Neverland, she could partially do whatever she wanted.

The Lost Girl didn't want to admit it, but she liked him. She liked the second in command who was pushing everyone away from him.

At one of the tents, Devin was in a fight with an old boy just like him. Thomas, had been here a long time, and he and Devin were inseparable. They were best friends, but they always fought each other during the celebrations.

To reach her friend, she had to push her way through a group of boys who had made a circle around them. One part chanted Thomas' name and the other part chanted Devin's name.

She finally made it to the middle.

Thomas was winning over him. It didn't take long for Devin to lose. He got up from the ground and shook hands with him as a token of friendship.

When all the Lost Ones scattered, he came to her

"You'll definitely beat him next time."

"We both know that's not true." He chuckled.

"Who knows."

There was a gentle pause.

"I'd like to ask you something"

He looked at her with curiosity.

"Yes?"

"Do you know where Felix is? I haven't seen him all day and it's already dark"

He was taken aback.

"Why are you so interested in him?"

That made her uneasy. Y/n was suddenly afraid to confide in her friend. He'd laugh at her. Or worse, he'd tell everyone.

"You know what? Forget I said that. If you need anything, I'll be in my tent."

She turned her back on him and started to walk away.

Panic shot through his body. He had to act. He couldn't let her go. Not now.

"Wait!"

She stopped in her stride and turned to face him.

He didn't know what to do.

"I want to show you my new bow, which I made"

She tilted her head.

"Yes, it's nice, but you've already shown it to me this morning."

His brain said only one thing.

I'm screwed.

"Yeah, but I still need to know from you how to make that painkiller that only you can make."

"Oh, If you want, I'll show you tomorrow."

Y/n started to leave again.

Devin ran after her.

"Don't you want to stay here with us?"

"Devin, I'm very tired."

She started rubbing her eyes.

He knew he was getting into a lot of trouble.

She quickly turned to him. He got scared and jumped.

"What's wrong?"

He looked her in the eyes. She probably thought he was crazy.

"Nothing."

Shaking her head at his manner, she quickly ran to her tent.

What awaited her inside she wouldn't have expected in her wildest dreams.

The tent was lit by candles, and on her bedside table was her favorite fresh fruit, which Felix had just laid there.

She stopped walking and stared at him in disbelief. He saw that he was no longer alone and quickly turned around.

There she stood.

And he didn't know how to feel. His cheeks flushed.

He wanted to say something. Somehow explain, but he couldn't find the right words.

"You?"

He lowered his head and avoided her eyes.

"Yes."

He said it so gently and fearfully because he was afraid of her reaction.

Y/n walked slowly towards him.

"I never thought you'd be interested."

The second in command dared to look at her. He was much taller than her, meeting her e/c eyes looking at him.

She slowly grabbed his hand and gently smiled at him.

"You know, you could have told me."

He was so nervous.

"I was scared."

She gently squeezed his hand and turned his head towards her with her palm.

Y/n took a deep breath.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have those feelings for you too"

She said it out loud, now there was no turning back.

Felix's grey eyes lit up and there was a big smile on his face.

He put her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it and his eyes were focused only on her.

Butterflies flew in her belly and she felt like she was on fire.

Neither of them wanted this moment to end.

He spread his arms and hugged her. This was the first time he had ever done such a physical thing.

But they both felt happy and loved at the moment.

And that's all they need in their lives.

Each other.

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thatscarletflycatcher · 1 year

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No, my problem w/ S&S is that the building blocks of Companionate Marriage - chemistry, compatibility, conflict-resolution abilities - are repeatedly shat upon to make way for the concept of worthiness. Marianne finding Brandon’s company boring and him sexually repulsive are silly, shallow reasons to not marry him! It’s not like she’s going to spend the rest of her life living in his house and needing to be turned on by his personality or the rest of her life!

I always thought the themes and message of Sense and Sensibility were really clear, sometimes on the nose, even, but apparently they are not.

Appearances deceive, and sometimes, specially when we are young, we are guided by considerations that are shallow, and ideally, as we grow older, our perspective changes and gains nuance. My 7 year old nephew is a great reader, but he likes newly printed books and dislikes old prints. He isn't old enough yet to appreciate the beauty and sort of mystery of a book that has passed from hand to hand and provided comfort, solace and entertainment to several people.

Treating attraction in terms of raw physical beauty is reductive and unrealistic. Our patterns of attraction are influenced by many, many factors, biological, emotional, and intellectual. Saying Marianne's taste could never change is more or less like saying Lizzy's taste could never change and therefore her marrying Darcy is a matter of worthiness and gratitude. Which is ridiculous.

Marianne's marriage is not a matter of gratitude and worthiness, not at a theme level. Willoughby and Brandon represent two ways of being and behaving in relation to others, while having similar inner oriented dispositions towards sentimentality and romanticism, represent radically different ways to relate to others.

Willoughby embodies selfishness and meanness; he's always a "me, first" person, who cannot be bothered to care about anyone else's feelings. He doesn't care for Eliza'a feelings or her family's, and he doesn't even care for Marianne's feelings and her family's. He engages Marianne's affections for fun at first, and even when he is "in love" with her, his money comfort comes first, and his comment upon leaving Sussex is about his own feelings: “It is folly to linger in this manner. I will not torment myself any longer by remaining among friends whose society it is impossible for me now to enjoy.” He is mean to the Barton people for no other reason than his thinking them beneath him. When Marianne is with Willoughby, she also turns into a selfish, mean person; where she at first had compassion for Brandon, now accuses him with Willoughby of lying to them all and making an elaborate ruse to avoid a picnic. She no longer cares about cheering up or talking to anyone on her family with consideration, and refuses to try and compose herself for their sake, or to communicate with them.

Brandon embodies generosity and kindness. In the vein of the famous Mr Rogers' idea that in crises you should look at the helpers, Brandon is always helping as he can, giving of his time, knowledge, and wealth to others, from simple small things like listening to Marianne's playing with respect, helping deviate the conversation when Mrs Jennings and sir John are grilling Elinor, to giving a complete stranger a living just because he feels Edward has been wronged by his family in a cruel way. We are told and shown that he "was on every occasion mindful of the feelings of others".

Marianne not only grows similarly melancholy in her romantic loss, but she also, slowly grows into a more considerate, kind person herself as time passes. She grows to understand and confide in her sister more and more, and to try and be a comfort to her family. Her marriage to Brandon is the joyful conclusion of this arc. They have grown alike in personality, temperament, and ideals; and the fruit of it is restored joyfulness to him, and such love to her as she never thought she could feel again.

Honestly the "this sign cannot stop me because I can't read" attitude towards Austen positively, explicitly saying that Marianne loved Brandon as much as she ever loved Willoughby, and that she was very happy in her marriage is becoming very, very tiresome.

#Jane Austen #Sense and Sensibility #Marianne Dashwood #Colonel Brandon #John Willoughby #anonymous #ask

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diviner-alva · 2 years

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6/30 - The way he treats her

WARNING: post GEMINI spoilers

One of the strongest things in this ship for me is how Kotallo respects Aloy, not because he's her soldier but because he actually sees her, and takes in mind if she would be comfortable with something or not.

At first we see the many times he almost reaches out to touch her but refrains to, at first he probably thinks "wait she's an outlander I don't know how her tribe is about touching" but as the game progresses even when Aloy shows fondness to him, that's not enough to make him want to cross that line. Not even when she is touching him he allows himself to touch her back... and he wanted to. You see that while speaking about Varl he takes a first step forward, Aloy stares at her feet clearly avoiding eye contact and emotional, he takes another hesitant half step towards her, at that moment he wants to offer her some comfort but still takes her aversion to touch in mind. He very likely know she's an outcast and probably doesn't want to push her boundaries, I take Kotallo, since he's very introspective and a man of few words, is very observant, just like Aloy. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable in any way, he doesn't want to overwhelm her with his touch or sentiments, his feelings are his own.

He also mind his words around her, she clearly is uncomfortable with being worshiped, even small compliments make her tense, so if you notice, he always avoids putting her on a pedestal, she asks about AETHER and he talks about Hekarro's vision for peace, not how she is the ten reborn. Even when she flew, he tried his best to not overwhelm her with his awe, so his choice of words is saying how she made him feel, I think he is incredibly considerate to measure his words to not make her tense (I used an example with Jetakka and look how she sighed, for me what he said wasn't even a big deal compared to how the carja treat her...)

And finally, she said she doesn't see herself as a commander, is a title she doesn't seem very bothered, compared to all the others, but even with that single comment from her that was barely a complain, we never see Kotallo call her commander again. Even in their most important mission, every time he calls her it's just "Aloy".

I think he really cares for her and while all the others are just don't even take her feelings in mind, seeming sometimes even upset she doesn't accept their titles/praise/affection.

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skulljackxiii · 1 year

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GrojBand Comeback Tour - Nick Mallory

(Note: It always bothered me that Nick has always been an integral part in the success of GrojBand, and yet is never seen to have any real connection with them. The only thing that comes to close to that is his small interactions with Corey. And not only that, I also thought that his character was a bit inconsistent as he's seen to be this really cool and considerate guy in one scene, but acts a bit selfish and judgemental in the next. So in this, I thought about making him the wiseman that listens to everyone's problems and gives out advice. He'll be like GrojBand's cool older brother that can always be depended on, though the thought would only apply to Corey at first and slowly over time the rest of the members would start to see Nick like that too. This kind and generous big brother aspect was done to reflect and contrast to Trina, like an angel to a devil.)

Role: Originally Corey got Nick along for the ride in the tour marathon as a fake roadie so that it would make his sister Trina crazy and follow them all over the country so that they would never run out of lyrics to use for the competition. But surprisingly Nick became a solid foundation for GrojBand's integrity and moral support as he not only tended to all their equipment, but also all their emotional distress in very hopeless situations. Though a lot of his advice involves him talking in third person and whatever random thing he was doing that day, there's always a truth and meaning behind his words that always seemed to make them feel better.

Though he deeply involves himself in the band's affairs, he always runs off in every city they go to and be on his own mini-adventures. But whether that be tending the elderly, going to festivals, finding lost animals, solving crime scenes, being one with nature, or etc., he would always make it to every one of their performances no matter what so that everything goes off well and support them.

Bio: Nick has always been this type of person who feels obligated to help everyone and everything around him, just wanting to do what he can for everyone to be happy. But because of his many years of kind acts, plus his outwards appearance and almost superhuman capabilities, everyone placed him on a pedestal and treated him like a higher being. Though he never wanted any kind of special treatment, he didn't have the heart to say anything that would offend or deflect anyone's appreciation towards him. So for a long time he just played along and accepted a lonely role that pretty much isolated him from everyone else.

Well that was until he met a very odd and energetic musician that came up to him nonchalantly and asked him to be part of his many series of schemes and plans to be famous. That day, Nick wasn't sure if it was out of curiosity or concern, but it was the first time in a very long time where he could speak to someone in even terms and getting a few laughs in. Since then, he's been keeping a close eye on Corey and his path to fame and fortune.

#tdi #total drama #Total Drama Island #total drama fanart #tdi fanart #Fanart #grojband #nick #mallory #nick mallory

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scalamore · 6 months

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(Thoughts) Ch 115 - The Diary

I was always amused by a lot of overseas commenters saying how Lari was so stupid for not destroying the diary, for burying it and allowing Tori/Rupert to read it. Because I think the storytelling is phenomenal :). A novel detail is the diary was written in some code. A normal person or noble wouldn't be able to decipher it - except that Tori is able to without issue due to her job as an assassin/spy, and Rupert is so good at code-cracking it's like his hobby ^^;. But otherwise Lari wrote it in such a way that if it was ever found and deciphered, and somehow traced to her, she can say it was because of her being a delusional teenager (^^;;;)

As we know, in Ch 88 Tori had dug it up and given it to Rupert, but he didn't read it because he felt bad if he did so (like Lari buried it for a reason, he didn't want to read it not because he would be reading it without her permission, but simply because he just felt bad if he read it (^^;;;; I can't say no to this plot point that Rupert is so considerate towards her boundaries... it's so easy.. but it works)

Anyways yes Tori reads it first and re-buried it. Even though Rupert spent a few months trying to reconstruct it, Tori never told him the contents.

The manhwa expanded on the novel content: He was able to read more of the diary, including words of [It’s horrible] [I don’t want to beg to stay alive like this]

[I won’t die ignorant like that again]

[I returned from death]

With the realization that Rupert’s loved her this whole time, his shock and despair is 10x worse (for me too!). Even though Rupert never grew up with any love or affection, he really did try his best to cherish Lari and treat her well. It took him some time + adventures, but after he became Crown Prince he stopped involving Lari in anything that could be potentially dangerous - she’s too important to him, she’s absolutely irreplaceable.

Even in the palace, he made sure all her needs were met, he promoted her to a suitable position where few would look down on her, he silenced Laura who framed her, he got rid of the annoying knight who bothered her, and it’s implied he told Tori to stay away, or at least back off from bothering Lari. He even made sure to make her debutante the best one because she deserved the best. And considering he’s always looking around for her, and checking up on her, and hiring the very nice Elaine to help her with ANYTHING, Rupert went above and beyond to make sure Lari was safe and happy while in the palace.

But for him to read those words in the diary? They’re devastating.

The irony that Rupert woudn’t know, is that this diary was written when Lari was 12-14, and she stopped when he became crown prince. She stopped hating him by then, but Rupert wouldn’t know that. What if these were Lari’s thoughts, even now?

It’s clear how despite few words, Lari’s suffering oozed through the ink: “Living at the palace and being beside Rupert is horrible”

”Lari felt as she was begging him for permission to live another day’ “She’s died before, and she doesn’t want to die again” “She’s died before.”

“She died because of me. I was the cause of her death. Me.”

This exponentionally adds to Rupert’s suffering because while he knew she hated/feared him, he thought it got better, and maybe there was a chance he could persuade her to come back, if they were to ever meet again? But with this knowledge that he killed her before, how on earth could she ever forgive him??? And if those worse were her current words, how much did she suffer this whole time she was with him? Was she hiding everything under a smile, but hated and struggled every day? It’s another hit to realize she was just trying her best to live a day at a time, while he was the only one happy.

His conclusion: he was the cause of her suffering, and that’s why she left, because she couldn’t handle it anymore. Because he wanted to keep her here, he ruined her own happiness.

:(((((

#your majesty please spare me this time #rupelali #manhwa #rofan #otome isekai

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catphos · 2 years

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I see a lot of people make claims along the lines of “Cinnabar is ungrateful to Phos/doesn’t deserve Phos”, and it bothers me to no end. Cinnabar is so far from ungrateful, to the point where I can’t understand why people think they are (although maybe I’ve just analysed them so much that I notice smaller details about them). Cinnabar, someone who was lonely for so, so many years with absolutely no purpose to the point of wanting to go to the moon where at the time, they believed they’d most likely get turned into jewellery (which could be considered a type of “death” for gems), found hope within Phos’ words. And you know what the thing is? Cinnabar did not ask Phos to go to the lengths they did to find them a job. Cinnabar didn’t even want to get involved with Phos, because they didn’t want to give themselves hope. And weren’t they right to be doubtful in the end?

Cinnabar was treated terribly by the other gems. Rutile basically admits it here, that they use the night watch as a cage to keep them in. Instead of continuing to find a purpose for Cinnabar, everyone seems to have given up at this point – Benito even admits that they feel uneasy living next to Cinnabar. I’m sure Cinnabar is aware of all of this, as they are never visited by anyone except Rutile before and after winter hibernation. Phos being so determined in their words towards Cinnabar, saying that they’d find them a job no matter what, would of course stir something within Cinnabar, however, Cinnabar being as prudent as they are, would of course be hesitant about holding onto such a promise. Cinnabar is very careful and paranoid about the future, so it’s implied that they would consider Phos not going through with their promise in the end. In that scenario, why would they want to hold onto something that isn’t even guaranteed? Why become hopeful only to be let down again? Wouldn’t it just be easier for them to stay as they are, with absolutely no possibility of being let down again?

Cinnabar barely even trusts themself. They don’t want to be stuck with the night watch, but they’re too paranoid. Paranoia is such a common theme with Cinnabar, a trait that Phos points out a lot in fact. That’s the thing, Cinnabar is not ungrateful for Phos, but rather Phos is so different from Cinnabar that it’s hard for them to just go along with their plans. Phos is extremely impulsive and does not think things through very far ahead, whereas Cinnabar almost thinks of every single possibility when they are making a decision. They always seem to be aware of what could possibly go wrong and think about the end goal/result, and it goes without saying that Phos lacks this mindset almost entirely. That’s what’s so interesting about Cinnabar and Phos, it’s that they balance each other out and yet they’re both too unprepared to cooperate their mindsets. Phos doesn’t think they are smart or considerate enough to work with Cinnabar, and Cinnabar isn’t brave or impulsive enough to work with Phos. This is why when Phos asks Cinnabar to help them find out about the connection between Sensei and the lunarians, Cinnabar rejects their offer.

Think about it. Cinnabar already has a miserable life – a lonely life where no one can find any purpose for them whatsoever. Cinnabar has already told Phos that they know Sensei is connected to the lunarians somehow, so they clearly would have run through many scenarios in their head already. That’s the kind of person Cinnabar is, someone who needs to see every step ahead of them. When Phos proposes discovering the mystery as a job for them to do, why would they have a good reason to accept? I’m genuinely curious. Cinnabar has witnessed how impulsive Phos is first-hand, from them making such a specific and hard-to-achieve goal, to losing multiple parts of their body. And you could say that maybe Cinnabar is too picky, or has their expectations so high, but Phos did say that the job would be fun. And why would Cinnabar want to get involved in a job that could be even MORE stressful than the night watch? Cinnabar wants happiness just as much as Phos does, and they didn’t even ask Phos to go so far for their sake in the first place. As for Cinnabar rejecting Phos’ offer to go to the moon…

Now, before Phos went to the moon and talked to Cinnabar, they did ask Cinnabar to come with, but took back the offer because they wanted to check things out first. This was a huge mistake on Phos’ end, although they weren’t aware of why it would be in the first place. When Phos asked Cinnabar that time, you can see Cinnabar’s arm raise up, as if they are going to accept the offer, only for Phos to let them down. And to be honest? Maybe Cinnabar would have gone with them this time, however Phos made yet another mistake. The mistake of mentioning that other gems were leaving for the moon as well. In the image above, you can see Cinnabar’s eyes widen when Phos first makes the offer, however when they mention other gems, their eyes widen even more. To me, this panel has a MASSIVE difference from the previous one, where they thought it would just be them and Phos. I can think of reasons why this line, “come with me and the others”, would shock Cinnabar in a negative way. The first one, being that Cinnabar would have wanted to go with Phos alone. This could be a stretch because I am biased and love the idea of both of them just going to the moon alone, but it’s quite possible, isn’t it? Cinnabar just wanted to team up with Phos. They wanted teaming up with Phos to be the fun job only they could do. Do they really have a purpose on the moon if Phos can just bring the other gems? Wouldn’t it just be like living on Earth, because the other gems are more capable than them? That’s the feeling I get, anyway. The other option, which kind of ties in with the last one, is that Cinnabar really does relate to Sensei a lot, implied in the way they say that they don’t want him to be lonely. Sensei is treated as a flawed being, an outcast once Phos starts deep diving into the mystery between him and the lunarians. Because there is something “wrong” with Sensei, he is seen as different by Phos, even to the point where they consider him an enemy. Phos is not only viewing Sensei, who loves them very much, as an enemy because of his flaws, but is trying to turn the other gems against him as well. Sound familiar? Well, maybe not identical, but isn’t this kind of what Cinnabar has experienced their entire life? They are different from the other gems, they have a “defect”, and instead of others adapting to them to give them a better experience, they are expected to adapt to the world around them all by themself. Isn’t it unfair? Cinnabar didn’t ask to be born that way, to be born with something that only hurts others and keeps them away. The same can be said for Sensei, and I think this is why Cinnabar resonates with him.

It’s kind of sad how much Phos, someone who understands Cinnabar’s situation more than anyone (and vice versa), fails to realise why Cinnabar wouldn’t go with them to the moon after everything they’ve said. “In fact, we’re in danger just being close to Sensei!” Once again, the same could be said for Cinnabar. The expression on their face says a lot, because even though Cinnabar usually frowns, they look frustrated more than anything here. The person who gave them hope, who gave them a reason to keep on living and wishing for the best, is now just like everyone else. The person who once understood Cinnabar more than anyone else in the world, suddenly doesn’t seem to understand them at all. And while the fact that Phos has forgotten the details of their promise as well as other specifics is not Phos’ fault, it would of course affect Cinnabar a LOT.

This is really the nail in the coffin. The offer isn’t about pairing up with Cinnabar at all really, and Phos can’t even figure out why that’s wrong because of their memory loss.

Phos has absolutely no idea. How could they know, when their memories are so scattered? They even move on from it so quickly, because their goal is no longer about finding a job for Cinnabar, it’s about making Adamant pray. I mean, can you even blame Cinnabar for being suspicious about that alone? Cinnabar recognises traits of Lapis in Phos when their head is replaced, and now Phos is also working with the lunarians, the beings that attacked them for who knows how long. Not to mention the fact that Phos once desperately called out to Cinnabar to stop them from going to the moon, and yet Cinnabar couldn’t do the same thing in return. It’s really tragic, but that’s what I love about these two. They just really needed to talk, Cinnabar needed to make that push to communicate their feelings and desires to Phos, and Phos needed to be able to go further and ask Cinnabar how they feel about things, and not just talk to them when they needed advice.

Anyway, I need people to stop solely blaming Cinnabar, and saying they are ungrateful, or that they don’t deserve Phos, or that they are the reason Phos is unhappy, because it’s not true. Both of them have made mistakes, and neither of them have made the extra effort to communicate properly. They’ve been treated as outcasts for so long that it makes sense that they’d have a lack of knowledge in the areas of communication and working together with someone. I just can’t imagine either of them truly hating each other, because they had such a strong impact on each other’s lives. They are two sides of the same coin, even after all this time.

#hnk #houseki no kuni #lotl #land of the lustrous #phosphophyllite #phos #cinnabar #analysis #meta #I'm so sick of people hating cinnabar for things they're not #or things they didn't do #it's very easy to label things as black and white but hnk isn't that type of media in the slightest #everything has shades of grey #the gems aren't even human after all

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SJM pissed me off because how Cassian treated Lucien made him look weak, or how Az spoke of him in the bonus chapter? And Lucien being right upstairs as Elain’s arousal for Az’s drifts upward to where Az can smell it? It almost makes me want Lucien with Vassa…the way that situation in the bonus chapter made Lucien look will always be rough..

They were thirsting for eachother while he was upstairs asleep. I’m surprised more Elucien stan’s aren’t offended by Elain’s lack of consideration for Lucien to be honest 👀

Hello Anon!

I sort of have mixed opinions about this. I think through out the whole series, Lucien has always been undermined and underestimated by a lot of people. It took me a while to realize that SJM will most likely put the IC members above all else, so it wasn't surprising to me when Lucien is talked about like that. In terms of Cassian, I know he has mixed feelings on Lucien because of his association with Tamlin, and of course Cassian is older than Lucien, so there was already gonna be some animosity towards Lucien, even though I didn't see the need for it lol. I think its a combination of SJM putting the IC above all else and Lucien's connection to Tamlin. The IC has this picture in their head that Lucien was terrible to Feyre and that he did not try to help her in any way. Also I think because Lucien is someone who thinks with his head, and opts for words over violence, he's made out to be weak because he's not like Rhys, Cassian, or Azriel.

Azriels beef with Lucien was just funny to me, but understandable. Azriel is obviously hurt. I'm not gonna go into detail about his feelings towards Elain and how they don't scream endgame to me, but his animosity towards Lucien is a product of all that. The way he said he could defeat Lucien with little effort and that he's not good enough bothered me too, but I understood where it was coming from. Azriel is close to hitting rock bottom, and I think his insecurities are starting to come out stronger, and I think his negativity towards Lucien stems from him thinking that he just has to be with Elain, that that is the only possible solution. I think he try’s to justify his reasoning by negating Lucien.

I actually don't think the bonus chapter made Lucien look bad in any way. Of course I was bothered by the way they were talking about him (disclaimer: I like all the characters), but I don't think it hindered Lucien's character in any way. He is still the patient, respectful, and smart male he's always been. I know a lot of people feel bad for Lucien because of that scene, but honestly we really don't know what he's thinking right now. He has his own stuff to deal with, both political and personal, and I know a lot of people pity him, but I don't, at least not for that reason. I feel for him because Elain is probably a reminder for him of what he lost, as Lucien is to Elain. Again, I'm not gonna go on a tangent about this because it would be terribly long lol. Vassa and Lucien never really occured to me, I've always been on board with Elucien lol, but I understand where you're coming from for sure!

Now I personally wasn't exactly offended by Elain's lack of consideration. Neither of them owe each other anything. Of course I think Elain could just tell him to leave, but I also understand her not wanting do anything right now. She will definitely have to address this soon, because its not only her that's impacted by this mate bond, and she's not the only one that's not a fan of it, as we know of Lucien's hesitancy as well. Honestly I think Lucien might be the first one to finally say something like "I didn't want this either, so reject the bond already and let's be done with it", but alas thats a post for another time lol. I think that moment between was Azriel and Elain was necessary for both of them, for their individual stories and growth, because I hope they realize that its not what's best for them. Also the angst it'll serve for Elucien will be top tier 🥴I do think Lucien knows about it, but did not act on it, but I guess we'll see what happens.

Lucien is such an important character to me, and it is irritating to see the way he gets treated, but I'm sure his comeback is coming!

Thank you for the ask Anon, it was nice talking about this, and sorry for going off on a tangent lol! <3

#lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elucien #elain archeron #anti e/riel

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quickhacked · 2 years

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[breaks down your door] give me the whole people section + 🌌💓 for vincent my utmost specialest boy

WOGHH THANK U RENA AAAAAA vincent my beloved... oh my god he's really in here now. into the washing machine he goes [microwave already occupied i'm running out of household devices]

👁️ EYE - what color are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical…)?

vincent has light hazel green eyes :D they're a very pretty shade and appear a bit more brown-ish in sunlight because there's little specks in them :) <3 they're insanely pretty and people tend to compliment him a lot on them!!

🤥 LYING - are they a good liar? do they have tells to show they're lying?

vincent is not all that great at lying, mainly because he doesn't like to bottle things up. lying to him is just adding unnecessary clutter to his brain and he will worry about it AND feel bad so even if he does end up telling a great lie, he will apologize very quickly and just tell the truth anyway because he can't stay quiet about it

a very obvious tell for him is that he becomes very serious when he's lying. he treats it as a very serious matter so he feels like it would be inappropriate to just be chill in a situation like that, without taking into consideration that him suddenly acting very stiff is Entirely out of place with how he usually is LOL so generally his friends can tell when he's not being honest with them, but it's always for a very good reason so instead of getting angry at him they'll ask what's bothering him ;w;;

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

vincent doesn't believe in ghosts but he LOVES to talk about it and discuss opinions with others. he would totally be down to go ghost hunting with you <3 he finds comfort in his own beliefs that at the end of the day there's nothing there but still likes to theorize about it and is very open-minded and likes to hear other people talk about it (doesn't just apply to ghosts btw!! he's like this for a lot of things)

he doesn't really have any ghostly experiences, but sometimes does experience. other things. such as his body warning him for incoming danger almost, in a way, and he has very strong intuition and a reliable gut feeling. this is all mostly because of johnny silverhand, in a way; though vincent isn't exactly sure how (yet. hee hee)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

jealousy and sadness, mostly. vincent very easily thinks "i want that too" when he sees other people with stuff, mainly because when he was younger he didn't get a lot of things because his older siblings always took everything before he could even get the chance to get close to it, whether it was about toys or food or whatever. it's something he's painfully aware of and it bothers him a lot because he doesn't want to be like that, but it still ends up being his first thought VERY often (though it's important to mention he never acts on it and also doesn't let it influence his behavior towards others, it's just an annoying background feeling)

with sadness it's mostly because when he was younger he was ridiculed a lot whenever he tried to stand up for himself or whenever he was crying (or when he was crying because he was being ridiculed), to the point he's nowadays just expecting people to make fun of him when he's angry or upset. whenever he feels sad or feels like crying he starts to feel really bad about it and tries to hide himself away so he won't bother others and also as a way to protect himself, almost :((

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

vincent cries pretty easily, but also knows how to control his tears so he still ends up not crying all that much even though he Does kinda want to just. cry sometimes :// any kind of intense negative emotion can push him over the edge, especially anger for some reason; it's once again tied to him being ridiculed so often in his past, to the point it just already happens the moment he starts feeling angry

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

vincent usually tries to ask questions first and shoot later, but many gangs in night city don't give him the opportunity to do so </3 it's more out of necessity than willingness, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do :// as soon as there's a non-violent option available to him, he's taking it though

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

vincent cracks his knuckles but does so pretty loudly, if you don't like that noise then. rip ig LMFAO he's trying to do it less because he knows vitali cannot stand the noise but it still happens subconsciously a lot

another thing is that he HATES it when people touch his stuff without asking and he can get very defensive because of it. mikhail and vitali needed some time to get used to this because they both grew up with each other and essentially sharing Everything and stealing each other's stuff constantly, but they're very respectful about it and do their best to remember

a last thing vincent has is his routines. there's a couple of things he just HAS to do sometimes, such as ALWAYS washing everyone's hair when they shower together, or loading the dishwasher in a specific way in a specific order. it's very harmless little things but they're easily overlooked by people who don't know him well, and he can get upset if he isn't able to do them. he's learned to deal with it better over the years but still prefers to just. be able to do them and luckily his friends let him <3

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

NOW THIS ONE IS NICE so vincent's parents are richard (a c*p smh) and elise (works in a grocery store), and vincent is the youngest of five. his older siblings are robert (7 years older), jason (5 years older), phoebe (4 years older) and riley (2 years older)

vincent doesn't have contact with his family anymore (RIGHT NOW >:]), he left home with the intent to just stay away because even though his parents weren't outright transphobic, they also weren't all that supportive and vincent was tired of trying to give them second chances :( he does still love his mom a bit. in a way. but he fucking HATES his father and that's not ever going to change <3

i won't go into great detail for his siblings right now because i'm still cooking up some detes and i also don't want to spoil everything but generally speaking, vincent and robert do NOT get along because robert is a fucking cunt, vincent and riley are kind of neutral about each other, and vincent LOVES phoebe and jason so much and they love him too <33 when they were all younger they were constantly bullying vincent, mostly "friendly banter" that kinda. went too far. they realize that now. but not back then. but basically vincent has always clung to phoebe and jason the most despite them also poking fun at him very often

for a future chapter i'm planning some sort of a "knives out" like mystery for the mayer family that forces them all back together >:] it's gonna be insane and vincent is gonna have a Time but i'm already very excited about this even though i am NOT good at writing mysteries LMFAO

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

fight, usually. vincent usually Wants to run away but he rarely does, he wants to keep his friends safe and he'll be brave for that if he has to ;w;;

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

vincent sleeps very irregularly so whenever he goes to bed he usually falls asleep very quickly because he tends to wait until he's Actually Tired. he's managed to get a better sleeping schedule now that he lives with vitali but still just. occasionally sleeps at Weird Hours LOL what generally helps him sleep is a nice meal before bed and also sleeping with others nearby helps a lot :)

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

vincent spawned in my head after i played the game as vitali and i once again got insanely obsessed with cinematic trailer male v LMAO i am in love with his design and i just. wanted to kind of recreate him?? so that's what i did <33 first thing i decided for vincent was that his face claim would be cinematic trailer male v and. well. he still has that now but i also tweaked his design juuust a little bit but in my head he still looks like that mostly <3

it's funny because i was completely not on tumblr when i created all these men so i have very little recollection of how it all started but i DO know that there was very little original content in the mix when i first made vincent and vitali. i just had them as ocs for cyberpunk and then when i created mikhail, THAT'S kind of when the rest of it all became relevant and i started thinking about what would happen after the in-game events and who else would be part of vitali's fixer network etc etc

so yeah vincent was literally just meant to be my v and i didn't have a lot of big plans for him at first, i thought he'd end up being a bit like nathan, ronan and tiberius in terms of like. video game main character oc who lives in my head sometimes. and. well. now this happened LMFAOO

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

answered here! to add some more to it: he loves daydreaming about romantic scenarios, this is something he already did before falling in love with vitali (mostly with. random strangers he fell in love with for like 5 minutes LMFAO) and it would always get his heart going a morbillion miles an hour in his chest <3 later on he would sometimes think about holding vitali's hand but he'd have to stop himself because it would just render him useless for a good hour trying to recover from those thoughts LMFAO

oc asks!

#asks #mutuals #aartyom #ask:vincent #oc asks #THANK U THIS TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER BUT I GOT LOST IN THE SAUCE LMFAO #i love my boy so much oh my god. augh #his little routines... i need to write more about that i Have to. god #and him and jason and phoebe... so many thoughts so many thoughts aaauauauuauauauau

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soul-renewal · 1 year

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To my dad,

I feel your pain as we drift apart. I still try to be connected to you, just not in the same way because I realize what I deserve and I remembered how you treated me.

You might think I don’t love you or that I don’t listen or respect you, but in my mind, everything I’m doing is to respectful myself as best as I can while still maintaining some bond with you.

I’m aware that you’re unaware and hurting, but I cannot help you. This is your karma and that is your emotions and thoughts you need to deal with.

As an empath, I’m learning that just because I feel what you’re feeling doesn’t mean I should make things right for you or make you feel better, especially if I’m not in the right place to do so, and I am not.

Right now, I’m in a place where I’ve depleted so much of myself that even my compassion has become thinned. I don’t want to lost myself any further. I’ve done so much with consideration to you and others that I’m having trouble caring for myself.

Please don’t see me as being cruel or selfish. I’m trying to love myself and I learn that loving yourself means having boundaries and limits in order to replenish oneself.

I’m only giving you what I feel I should give you. I do love you and I’m sorry for a lot of things, but if I keep giving you too much of my energy and love, it’ll not be equal because all the love you can give me is never enough for me and my love is never enough for you. Everyone feels love in different ways and I’m sorry that we cannot fulfill that for each other.

Just because we’re family shouldn’t be reason to give so much when it’s never appreciated enough.

The journey of REAL love starts with oneself. We can only love truly when we respect, love, and care for ourself first.

I gave you lots of love as a child because you were loving towards me. As I grew up, you hurt me with painful words and would never acknowledge my pain if I brought it up. Instead, you switch it around to how much pain you have, and I was willing to care for you, but you didn’t want to care for my own pain.

That’s how unequal it is. When someone share their pain, you share yours, but both need to heal. It can’t be one-sided, you can’t guilt trip someone like that.

I was vocal enough to explain my pain, but since you always keep everything bottled up, it triggered you and you start lashing at me about your own pain as if we’re having a contest about who’s hurting the most.

It’s important for me to FEEL like I matter too.

Sharing wounds is not a contest. It’s a chance for healing, bonding, to realize you’re not alone.

All this time, you made me feel like I was at fault and that I was the problem. But you never thought you were the problem. You have no self awareness.

In my eyes, all the good things you do for us is just to keep us quiet and not complain and get sad, but we DO get sad. You keep glossing things over and of course it’ll erupt, of course nothing will ever be perfect and easy.

I promise you that with me, nothing will ever be easy.

I’m willing to be open to help and get called out, for betterment. I want to grow and I can’t have that with you. There’s no growth here.

All I can do is apologize. I’m sorry I’m not daughter you wanted, but my life path is calling me and I have to be MYSELF in order to walk that path. The more I be myself, the more it bothers you because I’m supposed to turn things upside down. The things I do are for me not for you.

I’m sorry it upsets you but stop trying to fit me into a world I don’t belong in. Things are only getting worse so that the truth can come out.

If there’s one thing I wish, it’s that you’d realize how much damage you’ve caused mentally and emotionally to all of us. I wish you would realize everything and apologize, but I know that’s not in your nature, just like I know how you’d want me to be this or that, it’s not in my nature to be who you want me to be, so I can’t expect you to be who I want you to be.

A part of love is acceptance and I’m trying to accept I can’t change you… I may wish and what your apology and self-awareness, but I want to just let things go now. This has been going on far too long…

You can’t desire a person to be anything, just like how you cannot desire an apple tree to be an orange tree. You just gotta accept people are they are.

That’s something I’m learning now…

#father #father wound #healing #letter #diary #sorry #empath #self respect #self love

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egcdeath · 3 years

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ways to say i love you without saying “i love you”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you and steve explore love languages

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, a little angst because of miscommunications, reader & steve being idiots, good intentions but terrible delivery, mentions of other characters

author’s note: this fic has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long. this fic is like, ancient. this fic was almost destroyed because it was briefly in the library of alexandria. when i reopened the document with this fic, there were mold spores growing on it. (p.s. steve’s love langauge is acts of service, and the reader’s is quality time)

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Prologue

Steve was a multitasker. You knew this well. Perhaps too well.

That never seemed to bother you before, but if the man who was supposed to be taking a serene nature walk with you checked his goddamn flip phone one more time, you were completely sure that you’d lose it.

You paused your story about your obnoxious coworkers for a moment, stopping in the middle of the gravelly trail you two were making your way down.

“Steve, seriously, are you even listening?” you griped, ushering him towards the side of the pavement as a man on a bike flew by.

He guffawed a bit at this, “of course I am. You just said something about…” he paused, and you gestured with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, sorry,” the blush on his face was becoming more and more apparent.

You involuntarily scoffed, rolling your eyes as you did so, “I’m glad to know that whatever you’re waiting for on there,” you gestured to his pocket, “is more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend, who, must I remind you, took time off to be here with you.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you, I’m just on call. I’m probably going to get called to go on a mission any moment now.”

“Steve!” you huffed, “you literally just got back, like, two hours ago. Can’t someone else go? Tony? Vision? Anyone?”

“I might’ve volunteered myself-“

“You’re unbelievable, Steve. Are you getting tired of me or something? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague ever since I moved in with you. If I upset you, or you’re gonna propose to me or something, can you just tell me?”

“I promise you it’s not personal at all,” he reached for your hand and gently held it. “Everything’s just been crazy. I mean, these Hydra bases have been popping up left and right. Just give me a little grace, okay? I don’t get upset with you when SHIELD starts making you work those ungodly hours.”

You opened your mouth to debate him, but surely enough, the canny and familiar ringtone of Steve’s work phone interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Okay… Yeah. I’ll be there in thirty.”

You frowned at Steve as he spoke on the phone and shook your head disapprovingly, “unbelievable,” you muttered, storming in the direction of your home.

——

Steve was no fool, he knew when he messed up, and he was more than willing to take responsibility for such. Now was one of those times. He knew that he should’ve been making more time for you. He was well aware that he shouldn’t have gotten defensive when you pointed this out.

He just had no idea how to apologize.

You weren’t exactly making it easy for him either, taking much longer hours in an attempt to avoid him. While he could understand your frustrations, it became a little more difficult everyday for him to properly apologize to you in a way he felt was meaningful.

Eventually figuring to use your avoidance as a tool, Steve devised a plot to make an apology for you so considerate, so superb, that you could never be angry with him again. A plot that included a several course meal, all concocted by himself.

He could imagine the look on your face as you came home from work, shocked, but the good kind of shock. Pleasantly surprised that your sweet boyfriend had put in such a huge amount of effort to say sorry.

He couldn’t help but imagine the scenario: you would relax into your seat at the table after Steve pulled out the chair for you, hum in content as he poured your favorite wine. Moan happily at the taste of a homemade and rarely prepared salad dressing, before complimenting the melt-in-your-mouth entree he had spent an unknown amount of time laboring over. Finally, you’d gush over the dessert that Steve hadn’t had the chance to cook in years, tell him that he worked far too hard putting everything together, especially for a little argument. Steve would scoff, tell you you’re being too kind, and you would pull him in for a red wine and dark chocolate flavored kiss.

The thought of you, your genuine and warm smile after a long day at work, and an even longer week worth of unspoken tension between you both, was enough to keep Steve motivated through the hours he spent preparing your meal.

He greeted you at the door like an excited puppy as soon as he heard your keys jingle. Sure, work had kept you a bit longer than he’d expected, and your food was likely a little cool by now, but he was excited to make amends.

However, you did not seem to share the same enthusiasm as Steve.

“Welcome home, gorgeous. Come sit,” Steve nudged you into the dining area, and you sluggishly followed, exhausted from a tiring day of training new agents.

“What’s wrong?” he inquired, pulling out a chair that you didn’t even attempt to sit down on.

“I had a really long day. I kinda just wanna get to bed,” you shrugged before rubbing your creased temple.

Steve internally cringed at the thought of all of his hard work going to waste. For some reason, he’d not envisioned this less pleasant outcome before. “Sweetheart,” he began in a nearly whiny tone, but you weren’t in much of a mood to be persuaded.

“I’m sorry. Weird things were happening at work that I don’t care to get into now, and honestly, I’m not even that hungry,” you reached out and gave Steve’s hand a little squeeze. “But it all looks and smells so good! I Promise I’ll warm some up tomorrow for lunch.”

“I-,” he paused, “please. Maybe you could just take a few bites of everything. It took me a really long time to get everything prepped and ready.”

You frowned at the plea, feeling a bit guilty but almost… satisfied at the same time. Steve struggled to make time for you because of his work, and now he was getting a little taste of his own medicine.

“I really am sorry. But hey, now we’re even?” you offered with a playful wink, slipping away before you gave your partner a chance to respond. You truly didn’t have the energy for a four course meal that night, let alone another argument.

——

Wanda was silent for a moment as she sipped from a mug of coffee, watching you with a suspiciously focused look on her face.

“Wanda?” you prompted, seemingly snapping her out of whatever trance she had found herself in.

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you guys need,” she just about blurted, reaching across the café table to grab your hand.

“Were you reading my mind?”

Your friend didn’t respond, but the devious smirk on her face was enough of an answer.

“What happened to telling me before reading me?”

“You just looked like there was a lot on your mind. And absolutely no way that you’d tell me,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Of course I was gonna tell you! Why else would I ask my friend in a cute relationship to meet me for coffee?”

“Because you like me?”

“No, never that. I just needed advice,” the two of you shared a laugh for a moment.

“Well don’t waste your breath. When Vis and I had a rough patch, we just had to learn each other’s love languages. You’d be surprised just how much that synthezoid values those acts of services.”

“And you?”

“I’m a words of affirmation girl myself,” she shrugged. “You should find out yours, and try to figure out Steve’s. I guarantee it’ll be helpful in the long run. I can send you guys a test, if you want?”

“Oh god no, please don’t tell him that I told you about us. Actually, I didn’t even tell you! You were digging around in my brain, and I don’t appreciate that. Just do me a favor, and don’t share this with anyone, okay?” You paused dramatically, then leaned in to speak to your friend in a whisper, “but send me that test when you get the chance.”

Gift Giving

“A little reality-warping birdie told me you’ve been having some relationship problems,” Tony said teasingly once Bruce left the conference room, leaving him and Steve alone.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to decide whether he should lie or fess up to the allegation. “How did she know?” Steve finally responded, standing up and pushing the chair he was sitting on behind him.

Tony shrugged dismissively, “I don’t ask these kinds of things. I just hear in passing that the geriatric is having a hard time and tune in.”

Steve shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes to mask his clear embarrassment.

“Well, is it true?”

“We’ve just been having the occasional… rift. A little more than occasionally.”

Tony nodded, fake pondering the situation, “well, I always know what I do for Pep, at least after I tell her I’m getting rid of the suit. Go buy her something nice. Really nice, like jewelry, or a purse if she’s into that kind of thing. I would say a car, but I know that Social Security check isn’t getting you too far. You know what? Put it on the company card. My treat.”

Steve wanted to scoff, turn his nose up at the offer like it was a terrible idea, but it really wasn’t. Maybe a material surprise was the way to win you back. He made a soft ‘hmph,’ noise as he mulled it over. “That’s definitely not your worst idea. Thanks,” he gave his teammate a soft smile before collecting himself and heading out of the conference room.

His first stop after work was some local jeweler. Steve threw on a (not very) inconspicuous outfit before entering the building, where he browsed for a good hour, searching for something that he believed you’d like. After looking at more jewelry than he had ever cared to see in his life, he decided on a necklace with a thin golden chain with a decent sized diamond hanging off of it. It was a little pricier, and you’d be able to tell— but he hoped it would help the gift mean more to you.

——

When you arrived home late that night, Steve was sitting in the living room waiting for you. It was almost daunting, the sight of him sitting alone on the couch mostly in the dark, only the television illuminating his face. He kind of reminded you of a parent waiting to confront their child who just snuck out, or a concerned friend seconds away from staging an intervention with you.

Walking past the room, you peeked your head through the doorway, and observed the flat, small box in front of him on the coffee table.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greeted, standing up so he could greet you with a hug and grabbing the little box as he did so.

“Is everything okay?” you probed, speaking into Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course. I just wanted you to know how much I love you, and that I’m sorry for not having as much time for you as I should,” he pulled away before holding the box out for you.

You hesitantly took the box and opened it, letting out a gasp when you viewed the delicate looking gold necklace.

You were having mixed emotions, because it was clearly beautiful and you were grateful to the gesture. But you knew that this must’ve been expensive, and that it was so unlike Steve to have done something like this. Your frugal, Great Depression era guy wasn’t exactly the most material.

“I love it,” you gushed, admiring the jewelry.

“Can I put it on you?” Steve asked, and received a nod in return.

Steve set the box down on the table and lifted up the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and focusing on clasping it in the back.

“Babe, how much was this?” you blurted, not even being able to filter the words before they left your mouth.

“Hmm? That doesn’t matter,” he dismissed, then stepped away from you to admire your clavicle.

“It just feels weird letting you spend so much on me.”

“It’s a gift, though. You’re not supposed to think about those things,” he hummed, pressing a chaste peck to your nose.

“Steve, I got you a Nespresso for Christmas and you wouldn’t stop complaining about how expensive it was. I love it, I really do. It’s beautiful and I’ll always think of you when I wear it. I just think that maybe we should have the same standards for each other,” you stood up from your seat and sidestepped him. “I need a shower.”

Steve watched you walk off, letting your words simmer in his thoughts.

That was the last time he would take relationship advice from Tony.

Words of Affirmation

This conclusion probably shouldn’t have taken you this long, but you were almost completely sure that this would be the love language to win Steve back over. You felt bad for some of the occurrences between the two of you lately, with sour exchanges and sweet moments that turned bitter on a whim.

In all honesty, you were concerned that Steve doubted your love for him. And if his love language really was words of affirmation, this would certainly convince him otherwise.

You sat at your desk the night before Steve departed for a two-week mission, trying to write a nice message for him. You tapped your pen on the stock paper in deep thought as you tried to figure out the best thing to say.

I’m sorry for arguing so much with you lately. You and everything that you do mean the world to me, even when you get on my nerves. I love you more than anything and that will never change.

The words looked cramped and unkempt on the little note. Your handwriting got messier as you went. You groaned at it, crumpled the paper, and tossed it in your trash bin. Time to start over again.

I’m sorry for arguing with you. I love you a lot. Can you stop picking up your phone when we’re spending time together?

You groaned at the passive aggressive tone of your message. That certainly wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Straight to the bin it goes.

I love you so much so don’t die on your mission or I’ll be pretty upset. Be safe out there xx.

The tone was even more off now. You needed to think of something that would really make Steve remember you while he was gone. For a second, you considered snapping a nude with a polaroid and attaching it to the letter.

I’m sorry that things have been so bad nasty for us lately. I promise that I love you, despite our ups and downs. Nothing will ever change that. I’ll miss you more than you know while you’re gone. Make sure you call me every day, my love.

A little cheesy, but you signed off with your name regardless, and contentedly looked at your work. The spacing looked correct, the tone wasn’t harsh, and you knew for a fact that Steve would appreciate it.

You stayed up a little later than normal, waiting for Steve to get home and change out of his ‘work clothes’ so that you could slip the note into his utility belt.

You folded the note to a small little square and set it beside an granola bar in a pocket you’d assumed he frequently used. Content with your work, you laid back in bed until your partner slipped in bed beside you, and sleepily cuddled into you until you were both unconscious.

—

Around two weeks had passed since Steve had seen you last, and he had decided to stop by the office and finish up paperwork before coming to see you. It had been radio silence on his end, despite the note in his clothing that clearly requested daily contact. Part of you wondered if Steve had seen it at all.

Steve had just finished signing the documents when he finally noticed it, reaching into a sparsely used part of his belt to have a quick snack. His hand landed on a folded piece of paper, and he cringed as he unfolded it, the letter becoming clearer and clearer as he did so. He wondered just how long the message had been waiting for him.

He read your sweet words with a frown on his face, the guilt from not opening it sooner overriding the sweet feelings that he would otherwise have. He grabbed his phone and considered texting you, but abandoned that thought altogether.

“FRIDAY, any idea where Y/N is right now?”

“I was told not to share any information about Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers.”

“Whose orders?” Steve pressed.

“Hers,” the bot quipped back.

Steve groaned aloud. He was really in for it tonight.

Physical Touch

“Have you tried touching her more?” Thor casually queried. The water that Steve had just consumed nearly flew out of his nose, and his cheeks reddened instantly.

“Pardon?” he asked, looking away from his friend instantly.

“I understand that you and Y/N have been having troubles lately. Perhaps she does not feel held by you. Maybe she wants you to show her off in public, to hold her hand, hug her,” he suggested.

Could Steve even be blamed for going there? He was having a chat with a god of fertility. Who wouldn’t think the same?

“Stark’s gala tonight. Show the world that she’s yours, and I guarantee that she’ll love every moment of it.”

——

You were confused. Really confused.

The night began with some simple touches, hand holding as you entered the building, a casual arm around your waist as you chatted with donors and politicians you hadn’t seen in months, a playful match of footsie under the table while waiting for food. But it came to a head when Steve had decided to rest his hand on your ass and grope you in the midst of a conversation.

Now, in any other situation, you would welcome this affection. But both you and Steve had never been a fan of PDA, and this was a bit too far.

As subtle as you could manage, you pushed his hand away, offering him a sour look as you did so.

“Excuse us,” you told some rich old man in an artificially sweet tone before ushering Steve off to his office for a bit more privacy.

“What was that about?” you questioned, sitting down in the padded chair behind Steve’s desk, and running your fingers over your necklace in a bit of a nervous tick.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, standing across from you at the desk and setting his hands on top of the clear table.

“Why were you groping me in front of people? That’s really... unlike you. And it made me uncomfortable.”

Steve frowned genuinely, looking down at the table in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. For making you uncomfortable. It sounds ridiculous but I was just trying something new.”

“Apology accepted, but are you sure? You weren’t like, jealous of those guys or something? You know you’re the only hundred year old I have eyes for,” you set your hands atop of his and squeezed.

Steve chuckled at this, the flush of his cheeks only highlighted more by the laughter, “it’s just that, uh, Thor told me I should try showing you off more. Or something like that.”

“So you groped me in front of our guests? That’s silly. And a little unprofessional,” you glanced over at the cork board on his desk sitting next to his desktop, and amongst the neatly arranged scratched out to-do lists and random reminders, you couldn’t help but notice the creased paper of the note you’d left for his mission. Your chest warmed when your eyes fell upon it.

“When did you find this thing?” you asked, pointing to the note.

“I meant to say something, but when I found it, FRIDAY said you didn’t want to talk to me. SO I was going to bring it up when I got home, but you were still working. After that, I kinda… you know-”

“Forgot?” you finished with a hearty laugh, “It’s fine. You’re such a dork. C’mere so I can get my own groping in,” you chided, grinning to yourself when Steve wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

Acts of Service

Steve was quietly folding your laundry in your bedroom when it finally occurred to you, but when it did, it hit like a ton of bricks.

Steve’s love language was acts of service!

Things suddenly began to make sense to you, the way that he initially attempted to apologize by spending hours cooking one meal, how he consistently worked to make your life as comfortable as possible, and his great insistence to do house chores, despite you being more than capable.

Steve set down a stack of folded sweatshirts by your calf, snapping you away from your brief retrospective daze. If that really was the case, and Steve’s love language truly was acts of kindness, you had to come up with some sort of plan to communicate to him just how much you cared about him in a way that he really appreciated.

Luckily for you, you were a quick thinker. Before you even knew it, a week filled with random acts of kindness before he was off on yet another mission was quickly hatched.

——

You were up at the ass-crack of dawn. Really. Steve liked to get up earlier than the sun in order to run, or train, or whatever the hell it was that superheroes did. You were seriously regretting your decision to wake up around the same time as him in order to do some favors for him in the morning.

By the time Steve was back from his run, his favorite coffee was brewed and cooling, and you were in the laundry room at the dryer, preparing to give Steve a warm towel after his shower.

Despite the three mugs of coffee you’d just downed, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. It didn’t help that your eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each, and the warmth of the dryer next to you was providing you with just enough comfort to drift off.

And drift you did. In fact, half an hour later, you’d missed the frantic calling out for you from your boyfriend as he searched for you around the apartment.

You finally awoke when he shook your shoulders, his amused voice bringing you back to consciousness.

“What’s going on here?” Steve grinned, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Mmm,” you began, “Iwantedtogetawarmtowel,” you slurred sleepily and incoherently.

“Even with super hearing I couldn’t decipher that. Let’s get you a mattress, okay?” Steve hoisted you up like you were nothing, and carried your half asleep body all the way up to your bedroom.

The next thing you knew, you were buried under your favorite comforter and propped against a mountain of feathery pillows. A gentle forehead kiss and an incomprehensible sentence about calling off of work for you later, you were back in a deep sleep.

So much for warm towels.

—

You were going to do better this time. That’s what you told yourself as you strolled through the grocery store, the same store that you hadn’t shopped in since moving in with Steve, as he preferred to do the shopping himself.

Equipped with a short paper list and sheer determination to make the trip as short and accurate as possible, you gathered all of the groceries that you believed were necessary— just enough to restock the fridge, and fill some gaps left in the cupboard.

Your time at the store was indeed brief, as you found yourself in the checkout lane after just twenty minutes (you definitely weren’t going to brag about that to Steve later. Definitely not), and back home with just enough time to unload the groceries, and further prep yourself to go to work.

You’d honestly forgotten about your trip to the store by the time that you arrived home, up until you found your boyfriend arm deep in your pantry, hellbent on finding… something.

“Can I help you?” you poked with a laugh, coming up beside Steve and peeking over his shoulder.

“I’m just… Did you happen to grab any protein bars while you were at the store?” he asked, pausing his search to look back at you.

“I don’t think so. Why? It’s not like you need any more protein,” you teased, squeezing a bicep to demonstrate your words.

“They’re pretty convenient when I’m out in the field. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll just swing by the store and grab some before my mission tomorrow. Actually, I should probably go now. Y’know, before I forget,” Steve was already grabbing his car keys from the counter by the time his sentence was finished, leaving you to fight off your disappointment at your minor grocery store failure.

You looked at what you now knew was an insufficiently filled pantry and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had seriously underestimated the ins and outs of shopping for a super soldier.

Well, third time’s the charm?

—

After this week, you would never complain about waking up early again. You were now up at an absolutely ungodly hour, scrambling eggs, flipping pancakes, and spreading jam on toast for a sleeping, unsuspecting Steve.

You placed the plate on a sturdy wooden tray, poured orange juice and an extra glass of water, and set a nicely folded napkin, along with utensils, next to the items.

You hoped that the scent of bacon wafting up to your bedroom would eventually pull him out of his slumber, and seeing how bacon was the only thing left to finish cooking, you took a little break.

A round of Candy Crush turned into two, then three, and goddamnit, why can’t you beat this fourth level! You got so wrapped up in your mobile game that you didn’t even notice when the scent from your kitchen became slightly rancid, and when you rushed over to the oven to check on your now extremely burnt bacon, the smoke detector wailed.

You grabbed a kitchen towel and waved your arms like a madwoman near the smoke detector, the shrieking eventually stopping, but not before Steve was halfway down the stairs.

“Y/N, where are you? Is everything okay?” he nearly shouted, racing down the stairs and barreling through the smoky kitchen to find you. When he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you out of the kitchen.

“Steve, relax. Everything is okay. Except those pieces of bacon,” you rubbed your now sweaty palms on your pajama pants before breaking away from him to crack open the kitchen window.

“Christ, what happened? And why are you up so early?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” you admitted, rather embarrassed by the dramatic scene you’d accidentally created. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Steve wrapped his arms around you once more, this time in a reassuring bear hug that left your cheeks pressed to his chest. “Don’t be. I really appreciate this, and everything else you’ve done this week. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“I guess,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Besides, everything else looks delicious. And you tried your best for me while trying something new. I think that’s really sweet of you.”

“Really?” you pried, looking up at him.

“Really,” Steve confirmed.

“Well, I think it would be really sweet of you if you went back to bed and got all cozy so I can take care of you.”

Steve chuckled softly, pressed a little kiss to your nose, then nodded, “yes ma’am.”

Quality Time

Steve had been in a bubbly mood since getting back from his mission, and for no particular reason. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy that your partner was happy, but feeling like you were out of the loop was slightly concerning.

Before you could let your thoughts run too wild, you decided to pop the question during one of your evening walks.

“Okay Steve, what is going on with you?” you asked, veering to the side of the trail when a biker rode past you.

“Nothing big. Nothing too important. I’m just out of service for the next three months,” Steve said casually, playing it cool.

“What?!” you paused, your brows raising and eyes widening in surprise as you searched his face for sincerity. “You’re serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

“Steve!” you gasped happily, nearly roaring out his name in excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was going to tell you before wining and dining you, but you beat me to it. So…?”

“…So I’m happy to have you back. I may need you to negotiate some time away from work for me in the next few months, then. I don’t wanna miss this preview of stay-at-home-dad-Steve.”

“Hey, don’t push it.”

“Oh, I’m planning on pushing it.”

Epilogue

The sun was beating down on you, but the soothing breeze that flowed past your checked blanket every so often provided a pleasant antidote to the summer heat.

You’d truly picked the best day for a picnic.

Despite spending a good amount of time with your partner, the last month and a half had truly felt like a whirlwind. You casually started looking for a forever home, found yourselves making plans for an early retirement, and you had a new, sneaking suspicion that a proposal was on the horizon.

In the midst of it all, Steve had suggested that the two of you take a midday tryst at your local park and throw yourselves a little picnic. Of course you obliged, because when your greek god of a boyfriend suggests going on a spur of the moment date, you agree.

You now watched the nearly cloudless sky with pure, unadulterated feelings of content and joy while Steve set a slice of cheese on a cracker, leaning over your body to feed you. As you opened your mouth, Steve paused abruptly at the soft vibration coming from his pocket.

Steve resumed as if nothing had changed, popping the cracker into your open mouth and letting his phone continue to ring.

“Don’t you wanna get that?” you questioned.

“It can wait,” Steve stated nonchalantly, slipping his phone out of his pocket and pressing decline with absolutely no hesitation before tossing the device to the edge of your blanket.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been waiting to hear those three words.

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a/n: this could’ve been solved in like 20 minutes by sitting down and taking a love language quiz together

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you

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Yan Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Beidou & Ningguang / Courting Darling.

Warnings: Stalking, implied blackmail, kidnapping, and gaslighting. Note: this is a bit of an amalgamation from different asks i’ve gotten, put into one thing bc i thirst for these six characters so hard .

Childe:

“What’s life without a little adventure? You can stand to miss work for a day or two, it’ll still be there waiting for you when we get back. People have even gone so far as to say I’m an absolute joy to be around. You want to know who said that? Sorry, that source is staying a secret.”

Childe is an erratic whirlwind of highs and lows. You never know what to expect from him, and he likes it that way, always keeping you on your toes. He doesn’t bother with having his friendliness appear genuine. If you want to doubt his goodwill, then so be it, he won’t stop you. It just makes it all the more interesting to keep you around should you be wary of his presence.

He doesn’t care for the traditional conventions surrounding romance. It isn’t his thing, and he’s used to being considered the odd one out of every crowd, so why stop now? Childe doesn’t tone down any aspects of his bloodthirsty personality in your presence. It’s difficult to tell how serious he’s being since most of it takes the form of jokes or other lighthearted jests. In his mind, the fact he’s even spending so much time with you should make it obvious he’s interested. Whether that’s good or not.

You’re going to be dragged all over the place. Childe’s stamina is seemingly an infinite well, as he takes you from activity to activity. By the end of the day, you’ll be exhausted. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take no for an answer, weaseling his way into your schedule despite your protests. Childe is particularly fond of getting into situations where a fight is inevitable, purposefully taking you to areas with monsters to show off his combat prowess.

“Did you get a look at that, [First]? Aha, I haven’t had this much fun in ages! You already want to head back? Hm, I don’t know, the night is still young. Stop dragging your feet or I might just have to carry you. Not that I’m complaining, should that be the outcome. It’s up to you. Oh! Now that’s the spirit! I’ll try not to be hurt by how fast you’re moving now.”

Diluc:

“Ah, [First], I take it you’re doing well. I couldn’t help but notice you eyeing this book at the market earlier. I’ve had a copy of it for ages, but with how busy things are, rarely do I have time to read. I’d be appreciative should you accept this and give it a better home.”

Diluc is self-assured in many areas of his life, romance is not one of them. He knows how to carry himself in the company of businessmen, staying polite and vigilant, but this rigid method doesn’t work in his favor when it comes to wooing you. To soften the blow on his side, Diluc tells himself that it was never about a relationship anyway. That his main priority was and will always be to ensure your safety. He tells himself this, but... isn’t sure if he really believes it.

He’s a perfect example of pining from afar. Subconsciously, he’ll drift towards areas you tend to linger around, hoping to spot you amidst the bustling crowds. Each time he tells himself that this’ll finally be the time he approaches you. The opportunity is set before him, waiting to be taken advantage of, but he rarely follows through with his desire.

It frustrates Diluc to no end how easily others flock to you. He’ll stand there, still as a statue, eyes boring into whatever pest currently holds your attention. This would be the push to finally send him your way. It’s a surprise to you both when Mondstadt’s wine tycoon materializes by your side, politely asking to speak in private. Truth be told, he just can’t stand the thought of another person holding your attention that isn’t him.

“I apologize for my abruptness back there. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about for some time, and well... would you consider having dinner with me tonight? I’d appreciate your company.”

Kaeya:

“It’s a funny thing, really. How we keep bumping into one another like this. Ah... that suspicious expression, it wounds me deep, sweetheart. When did you start looking at me like that, I wonder?”

There’s no doubting Kaeya’s interest in you, from the first time he sauntered over to you and started a conversation. The problem you have is deciding how genuine his advances are. While Kaeya might not be the textbook definition of a heart-wrenching playboy, you’re familiar enough with the many rumors surrounding him to be wary. It doesn’t help that he’ll point this out to you when guessing the source of your apprehension.

His methods are, oddly enough, effective. Kaeya balances the various aspects of seduction with ease. He reveals just enough about himself to draw out your attention, before focusing the conversation back onto you. You’ll never get to stop and realize how little you know about the man sitting in front of you, he makes certain of that.

Kaeya might hide certain aspects of himself, but his dubious morality is never concealed. He has you entirely wrapped around his finger, words validating his actions falling from his lips with the utmost ease; he’s a force to be reckoned with. You’ll start a conversation heated about something you’ve learned, only for it to end wondering why you were ever upset in the first place.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get all riled up over something like this. Don’t you trust me by now? When have I ever given you reason to doubt me? You need to take a look at the bigger picture. Hey, take a seat. I’ll sit here all night explaining to you if it’s necessary.”

→[More underneath the cut].

Zhongli:

“There must be something that I can assist you with. It may not look it, but I’m familiar with many fields of work, even obscure ones. Please allow me to lend a hand.”

Zhongli, despite having been around for many centuries, is somewhat clueless in romantic pursuits. He’s aware of his fondness for you, but doesn’t know what to do with it. This leads him to becoming your shadow for some time. He focuses on what he knows best: observation and processing new information. Your every little movement will be analyzed and tuck into the back of his mind for later usage.

Zhongli’s soft over the idea of you coming to rely on him for everything. He prides himself on his wealth of knowledge and work ethic, believing it a strong appeal, one that he puts on full display when you’re around. It’s not rare for you to overhear neighbors and friends speak highly about Zhongli. They’ll mention in passing how they were having difficulty with something, only for Zhongli to come around and help without asking for anything in return.

This is exactly what he’s been hoping and waiting for. Zhongli has patience and sets himself up to be a desirable partner in your eyes, the efforts from his labor coming into fruition. Before you even speak to him for the first time, you’re likely to think highly of him, having heard all the ways he’s helped people close to you. Now that the stage is properly set, he’s ready to make his interest in you more evident.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, [First]. Oh? You can say the same for me? Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations. I had just been on my way to Yanshang Teahouse, would you care to join me? My treat, of course.”

Beidou:

“You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced a voyage with my crew and I. I’ll set up a nice cabin just for you, how does that sound? Hm? Special treatment? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, lass.”

Beidou’s attention is overwhelming and oftentimes dangerous. Traditional social conventions are nothing but a waste of time for her, meaning that common courtesy is disregarded in favor of always speaking her mind. Which might not be so bad if she wasn’t so amorous. Even the most oblivious person couldn’t miss Beidou’s overt favor towards you.

This reverent display of affection is only exacerbated when she’s drunk, face flushed and an arm swung tightly around your shoulder. She doesn’t care who sees, who’s judging, or what gossip will be born from her actions. Beidou makes a point of showing everyone in the vicinity that even if you aren’t officially partners yet, a claim has been staked on you.

Whether it be coercion or some other unsightly method, Beidou is intent on bringing you on her ship at least once. Or that’s how she initially phrased it to you. Imagine your surprise, that when you finally caved so she’d drop the subject, her crew was untying the ropes keeping the boat at port.

“The fun’s just getting started, you haven’t seen anything yet. Don’t get all teary-eyed yet, sweetheart, I know you’ll come around. This’ll be a story sung by sailors for generations to come.”

Ningguang:

“If I’m being honest, not many are given the opportunity to speak to me outside of business-related ventures. I never thought I’d find it this... pleasant. I hope you’ll continue to entertain me as you do now.”

Ningguang starts off her wooing in a subtle, almost coquettish manner. She is confident in her charm and brilliance. Not many have been gifted in the art of conversation to the same extent Ningguang has, her silver tongue paired with quick intellect making it difficult for you to escape. She’ll corner you verbally without you even noticing it.

Ningguang finds amusement in how you stumble over your words, pure of heart and not chained down by special interests. Your forthright but considerate demeanor intoxicates her. She’s used to people cowering in her presence or trying too hard to pursue their goals. You might even earn a rare compliment or two, disguised as politeness, that doesn’t register for hours.

She is a lady of fine taste. The sky’s the limit when it comes to her wealth, which is unrivaled throughout Tevyat, and you’ll be quick to notice this. Ningguang is most partial to sending you traditional Liyue adornments, believing the rich culture behind each piece suits your beauty. She’s also fond of the fact that when you wear her gifts, everyone in the vicinity will know it’s from her, due to its extraordinarily high cost.

“Do you like my latest gift, little dove? It was made custom with you in mind, an unrivaled display of craftmanship, if I may add. Wear this and carry me with you... always.”

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