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hai7ani · 7 months

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os ventos do amor ᡣ𐭩 ー haitani rindou

the five times rindou shows you he loves you (tries) & the one time he finally tells you about it.

( the winds of love ) friends with benefits + colleagues au, mdni

一 · in his kitchen (prequel)

The first time Rindou tries showing you he loves you, you're busy slurping noodles in his kitchen, and he's creasing his brows ironing your stupid little blouse in his tiny laundry room.

"Need some help?" You tease from the table after swallowing.

Usually you'd let him do it himself in peace, with no mocking, as per his own request to iron your clothes for you whenever you stay the night. But he's been at it for the past 20 minutes now just ironing one stupid blouse, and you're starting to grow impatient, because he'd promised to share this bowl of ramen with you but it's almost finished now.

Your voice echoes in the living area and he doesn't reply, but you know he heard you. You put down the chopsticks and sigh, "you know, I could've done it myself. No need for the trou-"

"Here."

You cock your head to the side and you see him, finally, out of the laundry room, with some sweat beading on his forehead and he's padding towards you, holding out your white blouse to you by its hanger.

He's still frowning when he stops before you at the dining table and you can feel his deject before he even says his next words:

"It's a stubborn crease, 'n I coulda done better. But I don't wanna burn through your shirt." He hands you your blouse and you immediately soften at it, fingers gently running over the said crease and you can tell he's done his best ー he did a great job, because if it were up to you, you would've chosen to give up halfway through.

"And sorry I ripped your skirt. I'll buy you a new one this weekend." He apologises through a mouthful of ramen and you reach a thumb up to wipe away some soup dripping down his chin.

Your eyes flicker to the said skirt sitting on the edge of his couch ー a black linen pencil skirt with a little slit running up your knee is now a big slit running up your hip, and the sight makes you want to laugh. You'd stripped it off and threw it there upon entering his house ー a little angry and upset that he'd ripped through your favourite skirt to wear for work out of eagerness to fuck you in the backseat of his car without getting you both home first, and he'd offered to iron your shirt for the next day out of guilt.

And now you're left in nothing but your undies, still not yet showered (you're waiting for him together), and you notice it's a little red on the tip of his ears. But your fury has died out long ago and seeing him like this ー somewhat embarrassed and you think he's kind of stupid for apologising because deep down you know he knows you don't mind at all, but he still says it anyway ー makes you want to grab him by his cheeks and place a fat smooch on his lips. But you don't, and you continue to watch as he swiftly finishes up the noodles before turning to wash the dishes.

"...Thank you, Rin." He doesn't see it but you're smiling when you say it to him ー shy, rosy lips a little pursed, the apple of your cheeks rose high, and he resists the urge to turn around and cup your cheeks with soapy hands.

"Whatever. 'N the noodles were disgusting. Remind me to never buy it again."

"Okay."

二 · in the office

The second time is when you catch him in the printer room the next morning.

He's photocopying documents by the printer, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and he has one hand manning the machine with the other supporting his body. His fingernails tap beats against the hard surface as he waits for the next batch of documents to finish printing.

Rindou doesn't notice your presence and you don't make yourself known either, choosing to watch him by the door as he makes quick work of counting and organising and stapling together freshly printed documents while making sure they're all in the correct order for the team meeting later ー and you think it's so bad of you to be ogling at his exposed arms with indecent thoughts of doing many things to him floating in your mind as his muscles flex under the light with his every move.

But you don't let your thoughts consume you, and he looks up at you ー now standing beside him with your arms tucked behind your body and a cheeky smile planted on your face.

Rindou focuses back on his work, obviously in a rush to complete everything, but he still acknowledges you nonetheless.

"You're up to something." He sighs while stacking together the stapled documents.

You feint a pout.

"...'M not." (He interpreted this as "I am.")

Rindou has never once told you this but he always thought that you had somewhat of a close resemblance to a cat. A very annoying Siamese cat that behaved like his previous one, constantly following him around and begging him for attention while also pretending like it isn't.

But it's nothing new. Rindou had come to a conclusion a while ago that you like to keep him guessing, and you particularly enjoy acting nonchalant when it's so obvious to him right now that you want something, anything that can keep you going for the day.

"What, you want a kiss or somethin'?"

"...Kinda,"

Bingo.

"But I want to use the machine more than I want a kiss."

He smirks, though he doesn't give it to you just yet, and you begin to count and prepare your own documents in silent when he doesn't reply. (You think he's ignoring you and it's awkward.)

But Rindou doesn't step away even when he's finished and you're confused. And unlike yourself, he doesn't have a knack for keeping you guessing. He speaks before you have the chance to ask.

"How many?" He grabs at your papers and lays them face-down on the machine before closing the shutter. His thumb hovers over the screen, eyes unwavering against your own as he waits for your reply.

"Um, ten copies." Your smile slowly widens when he finally presses 'print' and steps back for you to take over. He doesn't collect his documents to leave, however, and you raise your brows in confusion when he moves to close the door gently (and locking it, too) before shutting the blinds altogether.

"What're you doin'? Aren't you in a rush?" You question.

He shrugs and makes his way over to you.

"I've got time," he says it while trapping you against the machine with his two arms, lips quickly hovering against your own and you can smell a hint of the peppermint gum he likes to chew on from time to time.

"The machine's all yours," he licks at your bottom lip, "and now, for your kiss..."

I've always got time for you.

You think it's a great thing that the printer room doesn't have a CCTV.

三 · at the mall (shopping for your skirt)

Rindou has a good eye for things. You knew it the moment he'd picked out a pair of Daiso's reindeer-printed socks for you as your Secret Santa a few Christmases ago.

(You've always liked reindeers, but Rindou simply bought it for you because he didn't know what you liked.

You'd jumped in happiness the moment you opened your present and Rindou thought you were actually the prettiest girl alive.

You'd pounced on him in excitement, yelling out your gratefulness for everyone in the party to hear.

He'd decided that he wanted you then.)

So you're in Aeon browsing through skirts without him even though you came out here together. You don't know where he is, and you've given up on looking for him after phoning him a few times and wandering around like a lost child looking for its parent.

But you hear a cough behind you and you turn around, only to be greeted by the sight of a really pretty dress hanging from his finger.

You admire it from top to bottom ー a really nice coral pink dress with large hibiscuses printed all over with a little slit running up the thigh ー and Rindou moves it closer to you.

"Whatchu think of this?" He asks, nervous eyes a little dodgy against your mischievous ones, and you smile a little when taking the hook off his finger.

"I wanted a skirt, not a dress." You comment, obviously poking fun at him and Rindou immediately reddens like a tomato. "Forget it, then."

He reaches a hand out to snatch it from your own but you take a step back away, clutching the dress to your chest tight.

"Didn't say I don't want it, though." You jut your chin out and he snorts.

"I need to make a call," he fishes his card out from his wallet and hands it to you. You grip on the flat plastic tight, afraid of losing it while also in shock because why did he hand you his card? He's acting like you're both a married couple now.

"Text me when you're finished." And he shuffles away with his phone pressed to his ear.

四 · during the phone call with his brother

"Yo, Aniki." Rindou greets the moment his brother picks up the phone. After eight rings, what the hell is this idiot even doing?

"What?" The older man answers from the other line, phone tucked between the shoulder and his ear while he's rushing to prepare his daughter's dinner.

"You busy?" The younger boy asks. He shuffles his weight from heel to toe while standing in front of a wall full of different mugs and bowls at the home appliances department.

Pink is nice. She likes pink. Or should I get red? It's almost Valent-

"Uncle Rin-rin!" His niece's voice booms through the speaker, cutting Ran off and Rindou immediately smiles at it. "Hi, sweetie."

And Ran takes over the phone again. "What's up? Speak before I hang up. I'm a very busy man." Rindou resists the urge to snort at it ー he has a favour to ask, after all.

"How do you..." The younger pauses, oddly feeling a little too nervous to continue. Though it is his own brother on the other line that he knows although very annoying, he would still be there to help, Rindou finds it a little embarrassing to be asking him about this. He's never done this before, and he's not very big on asking his brother for favours too, and Ran is surprised at the sudden question shot that's been left hanging.

He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. He knows Ran will never let this go if he asks, but he decides to screw his ego because in the end, it is for you.

"How do you, um," he taps his foot on the ground.

...Fuck it.

"How do you chase a girl? Or something like that. Whatever it is."

"...Chase a girl? What girl- Oh. The one you've been sleeping with."

"What the fuck? Not in front of my niece, dude."

"Relax, I put her down a while ago."

"You're fucking annoying, you know that?"

Ran only laughs boisterously at Rindou's annoyance, but he doesn't leave his brother hanging.

He's always here for him, no matter what.

"So what're you thinking? Any options?" Ran asks. Rindou grabs at a white mug with pink flowers painted on it before replying. "Mugs."

"Mugs? Like for drinking, mugs? You're not serious, Rindou? You're buying mugs to chase a girl, are you insane?"

The younger clicks his tongue and puts the porcelain back on the shelf albeit a little harshly. "Why else do you think I'm asking you, asshole? Just tell me what to buy. I really don't know."

"I can't tell you what to buy for a girl you're chasing, dude. And I don't even know what she likes. What does she like? You tell me."

He ponders for a moment. "Dresses. Pink stuff." His mind travels back to the night you first met, at work, as clerks, when you'd included your hobbies into your introduction and one of it was gardening. "And like, flowers."

"Then just get her flowers, you already have your answer." Ran deadpans from the other line, but Rindou only hisses. "Yeah, but I already got her a pink dress with flowers printed on it. What else?"

"I'm talking about actual flowers. You can get them anywhere, and most importantly, never fails to make a pretty girl smile. She already likes flowers anyway."

"...'Kay, thanks. You're useful for once."

"Fuck off." Ran clicks his tongue. "...And red tulips, if I may suggest. And remember, tell me how it goes-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

五 · aftercare with you

Remember when I said that Rindou wanted you the moment you'd hugged him in excitement after seeing some lame reindeer-printed socks wrapped up nicely in a little box tied with a pink ribbon on top?

Yeah. He'd wanted you since then. But instead of starting off as friends from colleagues before getting to know you better and then asking you out on a date when he feels the time is right ー like a normal, sane person ー the both of you had gotten into a mutual agreement of becoming friends with benefits.

You don't remember exactly when it started, how it started, who initiated it, and neither does he, but you don't really care. Not when he's busy rubbing soft circles on the bruise forming on your hips for some comfort while he pecks you again and again on your forehead as you slowly fall asleep beneath him. He'd lost focus for a bit and gripped you a little harsher than he should've, but you really don't mind, yet he still feels bad.

And Rindou thinks you're prettiest like this ー neck and chest painted in hickeys that he'd sucked (out of adoration), eyelids droopy with your bags a little red from the tears of bliss you'd shed, and the back of yours fingers are gently caressing his left cheek. Your room smells of sex and lemongrass and a quiet 'sleepy?' is all he asks when your eyes finally close.

You hum out a lazy response of 'yes' before moving the same hand down to rest it on his nape, playing with the ends of his mullet a little, and you push him down to rest on your chest.

It's heartwarming. It feels intimate. And despite your abnormal relationship title with the man, you don't reject the sudden swell of your heart and neither does he.

So he presses a soft kiss to the top of your left boob ー right where your beating heart resides ー and you hug your legs a little tighter around his waist. It's nothing sexual and you both know it. It was all just to bring him closer to you, for you to feel more of his warmth in the coldness of your bedroom paired with the chill of February.

"Sleep then." He assures, voice gentle and lulling, and you smile a little at it.

Rindou is always softer at times like this, you realise ー when he'd fucked the life out of you after a particularly long day, when he'd made you moaned out melodies that he swore belonged to heaven, when he'd spent hours between your legs lapping up everything you have to give him.

Though you don't let yourself go at his words, and he watches amusedly as you try your hardest to fight back dear sleep in his arms. You don't think you're ready to sleep yet. Something feels out of place, oddly, even though you're sure you have completed everything that was in your checklist today.

Laundry, washing the dishes, prepping for Monday's meeting... You've done it all, and yet you still can't pinpoint what it is that is missing.

Until he moves up to silently place a warm kiss on your neck ー where your pulse beats against his lips ー and he realises his life hasn't really started until recently, until the day he'd met you and he thought you were such a breathtaking girl. Colours had burst into his world and your smile was the first thing that had lightened up.

And while you're happily drowning in his attention, Rindou silently wonders if the two of you were perhaps lovers in your past lives.

He wonders if you'd be willing to catch him. To be there, holding your arms out and yelling to him that you're here and to not worry; for him to just fall into your arms and he'd be safe ー you'll catch him.

Because he is falling. Hard. And he doesn't know how to tell you about it. He hopes that for the past few days his gestures were enough to tell you a portion of his love...

Just a portion, though. Because he wants to tell you the rest when he finally gets to call you his. Under the moonlight, at dinner with his brother and his family, before his parents at their graves every anniversary, or in front of your dog that's pawing at your door asking to be finally let in... Whatever it is, he wants to show the world that he loves you.

So when you smile sweetly up at him as he grows hard against your thigh ー a silly little love boner that you must've thought was just him getting horny to you massaging his sore backー Rindou's become a little more certain that the two of you must've met one way or another in the previous lifetimes and have fallen in love with each other when you gently trail a finger down his abdomen, before finally wrapping a hand around him.

Rindou wonders what it'd feel like to be yours in this lifetime.

And he gives in to your touches. He buries his head into the crook of your neck and lets you play with him as you please.

He thinks it's kind of cute that even as friends with benefits, you've already engraved a piece of yourself onto him.

Like the extra sets of pencil skirts and blouses that you leave hanging in his wardrobe in case of last minute plans that he swears are a hassle to iron because he can never get the creases right. But he never complains, and he would always offer to iron your clothes each time you stay over at his house. Or even when you don't. Because he would always find your stuff sitting in the basket when he's doing his laundry. And he'd have to iron them neat for you, before hanging it up in his wardrobe for you to wear the next time you stay the night.

Or like your toothbrushes hanging next to each other on the wall in his bathroom ー pink and purple facing each other by their bristles because you'd insisted out of the blue on a random Monday morning, at the start of your "relationship", with foamy toothpaste in your mouth and your hair poking out in every different direction it can go.

And sometimes your shoes bring him joy too, whenever he would get up to check on the door while you're falling asleep in his bed and he'd spot how your black pumps are always somehow scattered messily next to his own neat dress shoes by the entrance, and he'd have to squat down and rearrange them nicely.

He looks back up at you with ragged breaths and a coil in his abdomen that's threatening to break anytime soon. You're still giving him the same smile that drives him nuts every single time, and he leans in closer to give you a little kiss on the lips that you very much love.

And Rindou comes to a sudden realisation that he wants to tell you he loves you now. He needs you to know that he's all yours. You're his sweetheart.

So he does what he thinks is right ー what he feels is right. He reaches over your body, towards the marble vase on your nightstand that your mother had gifted you as a housewarming present, and he picks a fresh flower out of it after careful consideration. You don't move from your spot, only trying to kiss whatever skin of his that your lips can reach from your position ー his shoulder, his bicep, his arm, his neck... And a familiar smaller-sized tulip appears before your eyes. You raise your brows a little at it.

"Pretty fuckin' girl," is all he murmurs before pushing himself into you.

"I'm all yours." He whispers.

A peaceful winter night and Rindou fucks you again in missionary with so much love bubbling in his chest and a red tulip tucked behind your ear.

终 · during breakfast together

"Do you want eggs?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

You kick your feet and watch from the bar as he cooks you both breakfast in your kitchen. You're covered in one of his shirts that he'd left sitting on the back of your chair, your tired eyes scans over his half-tattooed back covered in scratch marks, and you feel oddly proud to be the one to have done all that.

But you know it is not right. And you're not stupid ー you're aware of the things he's been doing these days, and if you were a forgetful fool you would've missed the rule you made with him at the start of your intimacy.

Never catch feelings for each other.

...But you were no forgetful fool, and the ache in your heart is too painful for you to ignore. You'd seen the way he looked at you last night ー the way he'd fucked you like you were the finest thing personally handcrafted by the hands of God. And because you treasure your friendship, you know you shouldn't be doing this to him. You think he's a good person, and you want to remain friends with him.

But you don't want to let him go.

"Hey, Rindou." You call out. He's in the midst of scrambling your eggs with butter when you do so. "Yeah?"

"Rindou," he hums again.

Ever so patient, but I have to break your heart.

"...We should end things, Rindou-kun."

Saturday morning and it feels as though his world is falling apart from your simple sentence. Like you've ripped apart his beating heart that pounds solely for you and threw it on the ground.

You are so cruel.

So much for all that last night, he thinks. So he turns around after hurriedly switching off the gas. The wooden spatula covered in eggs is still in his hands when he faces you in agony and you want to break down and cry.

You feel like a villain. The evilest villain of them all.

"Why? Was I too rough on you last night? I- Or were we too open about it? Tell me." He's worried. He's so worried that it almost makes you want to crumble into pieces.

Purples flicker between your own and your lips wobble. You grip the hem of his shirt tight in your hands and look down.

"Please, tell me." He pushes again, so you decide to tell him truthfully.

Be a big girl, don't cry. You've survived 25 years of life, cutting things off with your FWB should be easy.

"...I've caught feelings."

Except it's not.

A lone tear makes its way down your cheek and you wipe it away quick. "Sorry, I broke the rule. I caught feelings and I- I don't think it's right for us to continue this any further." Your voice cracks with every word you speak and it makes you want to cry even further, because he's not saying anything.

And despite the strong stance you've presented to him, Rindou knows you're putting on an act for him. So he puts down the spatula and shuffles to you. He stops before you and tilts your chin up with his finger.

You'd half-expected him to be upset about this as much as you are, because you know the feeling's mutual, but you respect the rule of your relationship more and you don't think it's right to continue on.

Except he isn't, and he's so fucking smug about it.

Rindou's got a huge grin on his face when you look up at him. Hair a little messy, a hickey on his jaw, and you're sobbing into his arms now.

"You like me." He states.

You kick him a little and continue to cry.

"You like me, huh?" He repeats again.

Rindou has an arm wrapped securely around your waist with the other hand smoothing the back of your head as he shushes you gently, rocking you both side to side and you hit him a little on the chest.

"Do you think this is funny? It's not funny. I'm being serious." So you try pushing him away in hiccups but he only laughs as you struggle against his strength.

"Why do you wanna end things?"

"As I've said, I broke the rule. It's not right anymore."

He snorts at your reasoning. "You know, rules are always meant to be broken."

"So you don't respect me enough to follow my rule?" You're trying to pick a fight but he doesn't quite buy into it, choosing to kiss your forehead instead as you continue to wiggle your way out of his hold.

"I've never been one to follow the rules anyway." Rindou mutters against your hair as he presses another kiss to your crown. You're too endearing to let go, he thinks, and he holds you anymore tighter to himself at that.

"And who said if it's right or wrong? Screw rights and wrongs. We both like each other, the feeling's mutual. There's no point in letting each other go." He wipes your tears away with his palm and cups your cheeks with them. "I know you don't wanna let me go."

You swat his chest again at that and he only laughs harder at your reaction. He thinks you're the most precious thing in life. In his life. In the universe. You're the most precious thing ever.

"I like you a whole lot, you know." Smooch. "More than you'll ever know." Another smooch. "Let me be yours."

You pout as you look into his eyes. Purple orbs sucking you in deep and you have no choice but to fall. Purple orbs that tells you these arms will catch you if you do. And another kiss to your soul that tells you everything you need to know.

"Okay."

You'll catch each other.

"I love you."

You're already catching each other.

😅😅😅😅😅 been mia for so long bc i've been working on this. Its been in my drafts for soooo long LOL and this was supposed to be a valentines day special but i didnt make it in time cus i was bz sleeping.. but i hope you guys like this a lot ^^ listen to the playlist if u have time! And i tried a new layout too i hope it looks nice.

Reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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francixoxoxo · 3 months

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Based off this from @panickingstudent2 !!

Billy would come home from work like that, definitely all sweaty and dirty and that’s already enough to make you die! But then he’s got the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up over his forearms, and you just. Can’t stop staring. And he’d notice, maybe he’s just sitting at the table and drinking some water after a long day and your eyes are fixed on his chest and neck. Billy’d grin, cocking a brow and jesting, “Eyes up here?”

“Were you— uh, were you walking around all day like that?” You swallowed hard, looking up to meet his eyes with a flush to your cheeks. Billy looks down at himself and shrugs. “Dunno. Probably.”

You stand up from the table, moving twixt his spread legs and your hands going to his collar. He stares up at you, assuming you’re gonna fix it for him, but you just unbutton the next one and sigh softly. “You look hot.”

Billy can’t help laughing as he pulls you into his lap, your knees bracing his hips. “That’s all you needed t’get worked up, hon? Some collarbone?”

You huff indignantly, but instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders. “No…” Billy lifts a brow. “Well, and some sweat.” You giggled a little, Billy’s large palms rubbing up and down your thighs. He’s grinning up at you, chuckling at your words and pressing a kiss to your jaw. His lips trail down your neck, to what little of your collar was exposed by your blouse.

Billy stood to his feet, his hands splayed under your ass to hold you up. You don’t have to look over your shoulder to know he’s taking you to your bedroom .He relishes in the surprised giggle that bubbles from you, grunting against your lips in the aftermath of a bruising kiss, “Duly noted.”

Coryo would probably in a rush if he forgot to button his collar, or stressed over paperwork. I’m thinking politician!Coryo, at his desk in the late hours of the night, sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar unbuttoned and tie loosened. He’s just gotta finish drafting this bill, then he can come lay in bed with you. That’s what he promised— and it’s been two hours already.

So you’re sitting in a chaise in his office, reading a book you found in the room’s shelves. You steal a glance at him, then another, just to be sure you were seeing what you were seeing. Another, another, and another, until you were full-fledged staring at Coryo’s collar, his forearms, the concentration in his furrowed brow and the muss of his blonde curls, the day’s hair gel worn off.

But he wouldn’t notice, too consumed in his work. So you walk over, padding barefoot across the hardwood (because unlike Coryo, you were ready and waiting for bed!) to his desk. Absentmindedly, he reaches a hand to wrap around you, splaying across the small of your back. He murmurs lamely, “Yes, Darling?”

“Coryo, it’s midnight.” You cooed, unable to tear your eyes away from the exposed skin of his strong forearms and his chest, both tufted with soft blonde hair. You slowly pushed his rolling chair out of the desk, turning it towards you ever so slightly.

Coryo sighs deeply, putting down the pen reluctantly and rubbing his eyes. His other hand comes to your hip, his tired, azure gaze on you as he craned his neck. Perhaps he noticed how intensely your eyes were trained on his collar, because the annoyance on his face melted into something else entirely. Your eyes flicked up to his, full of that familiar lust. Coryo narrowed his eyes, tilting his head just a bit. he didn’t need to utter a word to understand, sighing again and pulling you by the hands on your hips. “Wait here, I’m almost finished.” He promised, bringing you to sit in his lap.

You huffed. Not what you wanted in the slightest, but atleast you were close to him. You rested your ear to his shoulder, the material of his dress-shirt not the worst pillow. But you’d still rather be in bed. Preferably, in bed with Coryo above you, kissing your neck and holding your legs apart—

To ease that want bubbling in your stomach, you pressed your lips to his throat. You thought you heard the pen stop scribbling for a moment. So you did it again, in a new spot, giving the pale skin a little nibble. Leaning away, you couldn’t help be grateful that you hadn’t taken off your day’s makeup— the sight of your red lipstick adorning his neck was thrilling.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Coryo huffed, you shifted back to look at him. The way your hips wiggled on his lap made him let out a poorly-stifled groan. You tangled your fingers in his hair, red acrylics (that he of course paid to have done,) scratching his scalp soothingly. You shrugged, biting your bottom lip slightly.

“You’re sexy when you’re stressed out.” You hummed, pulling him in by the hair for a nearly ravenous kiss that he eagerly returned, dropping his pen again to dig his fingers into the meat of your hips.

All this to say that he’d give his work a bit of a break for tonight.

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slightlymediocree · 5 months

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☆Update 2:☆

I remembered to take pics today! Sort of. Only after i had put away my machines and stuff...

Here are (most) of my edwardian undergarments

(i am wearing modern clothes under bcs the internet is weird)

Chemise, bustle pad, underbust corset, petticoat

I still need to make a corset cover someday, ive just been using a second thin chemise over all this:

I used these vintage buttons on the cuffs. I wanted some more security but ran out of buttons so i used small snaps:

Also put one on the collar so i could try it on. I think the placket at the back of the blouse is a little ugly and larger than ive seen in extant garments but i forgot to adjust the pattern for my broad shoulders and need the extra width for comfort.

I tried on the blouse and skirt together:

I may need to loosen the waistband of the skirt, the corset is a bit bulkier than i thought itd be. Also the blouse is just stuffed into the skirt and currently only has one closure on at the collar so it looks a little bit disproportionate. The belt/sash will help smooth everything out so i dont look like im drowning in voile.

I might go without the bustle pad during the final shoot because i think it gives too much volume in the waist/hip area for edwardian tastes. Its from an 1890s pattern, so the silhouette is a bit out of date. I should probably try the skirt on without the pad before extending the waistband though.

Im pretty happy with how the sleeves turned out! I have some vintage nottingham lace i bought on etsy from penelope textiles that i was going to add to another project. I think ill sew some different laces together and add it to the cuffs to elongate them a bit. Since this dress is supposed to be from roughly 1905, i want the sleeves to look as they wouldve in that time. The photos ive seen mostly feature large ruffles at the ends of elbow-length sleeves but i dont think ill be likely to wear ruffles very often. Ive also seen tighter cuffs that extend from the elbow to mid-forearm or from the elbow to wrist. I think the elbow-length sleeves are a feature of afternoon dresses but i could be wrong. Maybe that was just day dresses? Not sure.

Im also not sure if i want to get gloves/a hat/parasol for this project. On one hand, it would look really cool for the video. On the other hand, it sounds quite expensive and i doubt ill wear it again. I dont want to buy things i wont use and create waste, theres enough of that in fashion. I have a pink 1900s parasol that i might cover with black fabric, but idk.

There isnt much left to do! Im gonna make a list here so i have it written somewhere:

-sew snaps onto blouse

-finish blouse hem

-attatch lace cuffs

-press pleats on sash/belt

-order synthetic whalebones

-add bones, hook/bars to belt

This is just the sewing tasks though, i need to edit the video clips and record audio. I have no idea how to do any of this. I just downloaded davinci video editor so hopefully i can figure it out. The only experience i have with video making/editing was in 3rd grade on ipads on the imovie app. Ive just been binge watching bernadette banner videos bcs i love her video style.

Any tips/feedback are much appreciated! ♡

Date: 4/22/24

#edwardian fashion #1900s #early 1900s #edwardian era #edwardian #victorian mourning #victorian dress #victorian era #victorian fashion #fashion history #historical costuming #historical dress #historical fashion

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oftenwantedafton · 6 months

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Personal Space - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 5

Word count - 4.5k

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - none for this chapter

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That noise again, indicating it’s time to get up and begin the day.

Steve Raglan groans, reaching over your still slumbering form. Apparently you have no trouble sleeping right through the alarm. It’s a wonder you make it to work in such a timely manner.

He’s tempted to hit the snooze button again, but he knows you both need to get going. He gives your shoulder a gentle shake. You murmur and snuggle closer. Still clinging to his side. Face burrowed into his chest. He says your name, shaking you harder.

“Steve, quit it. I’m comfortable,” you murmur against his shirt.

“It’s time to get ready.”

“Let’s just stay here.” Head lifted briefly and then flopped back down again.

“Your parents paid good money for the room. And these speakers are experts. You’ll probably learn something valuable.”

“Can’t we just call it a vacation instead?”

“No, we can’t. Come on. Up, up, up.” He sits upright and you’re forced to move, groaning in protest. You drag a hand through your hair and rub your eyes, squinting at him. There’s a little daylight peeking around the curtain. “I’m going to make coffee if you want to go shower first.”

You huff, pouting, joining him sitting on the side of the mattress. Your fingers trail over his bare forearm, then snake up under the sleeve that ends above his elbow, tracing over the scars. “How far do these reach?”

“Everywhere. Nearly.” He smirks at the look you give him. “That’s not an innuendo. Just the truth. Enough stalling. Time to get ready.” Raglan stands and your fingers lose their grasp. He already knows he’s going to hate the hotel coffee. He’s very particular about what brand he uses. But any of that caffeinated beverage is better than none.

You pad barefoot into the bathroom with your suitcase in tow and he hears the shower turn on. The career counselor removes his clothes from the closet, deciding they are still a little more creased from packing than he’d like and he heats up the iron, unfolding the ironing board he’d retrieved from the closet. The coffee is ready by the time he’s finished pressing the first pants leg. He takes an experimental sip. Terrible, as he’d predicted. Not nearly strong enough. Maybe the offering at the conference downstairs would be better.

Steve finishes getting his clothes ready and flips on the local news, swallowing the last of his drink. You emerge from the bathroom, your eyes darting to the neat business clothes he has laid out on the chair tucked underneath the small desk at the far end of the room.

“You ironed? Ugh, now I feel really bad.” Your fingers push futilely against the creases in your skirt and tug at the wrinkles in your blouse.

“I told you to unpack last night.” He stands, setting the cup down. “You want me to press them for you?

“I’ll do it. You can go shower.” He nods, about to enter the bathroom when you voice halts him. “Thank you, Steve,” you say quietly. “For doing all this. Coming with me. Driving. You know, everything.”

“Sure. No problem.”

The mirror is still fogged when he enters the restroom. Your toiletries are haphazardly piled near the sink. He shakes his head, tucking them back into the zippered bag on the counter before opening his own. He’s got an undershirt and boxers in a neatly folded pile and a bath towel hung on the rack ready to use. He swipes at the mirror, his image still blurred.

What, exactly, are you doing, old man?

Letting you sleep in his bed. He’d liked it. Too much. Too comfortable letting those soft curves rest against him. Another boundary broken down. He was letting you get too close.

In the shower now and he’s halfway wishing you were in it with him. It’s a decent size. Plenty of space to…

Absolutely not. Cold water it is. Better to wake him up anyway. Supposed to be good for your health, shocking your system into a pseudo fight or flight response, getting your metabolism going, releasing hormones. Very pointedly not thinking about you. Instantly reminded when he realizes you’ve left your shampoo and body wash in the shower, declining the miniature samples the hotel offered. He’s brought his own supply, too.

The bearded man finishes washing and towels off. Less than ten minutes later he’s dressed in his under clothing, teeth brushed, hair combed, cologne on, and everything put away again before sliding his wristwatch on as he exits the other room. You’re seated on the edge of his bed, your clothing looking tidier than before.

“You smell nice. I forgot to put body spray on.” You slide off the bed onto stockinged feet and return to the restroom. The older man is glad your eyes didn’t linger too long on the scars on his legs. Ones you haven’t been exposed to yet. His mind wanders to the feel of your fingers on his arm, caressing the patterns. Not again. Don’t think about it.

You’ve returned to the bedroom again. He recognizes that fragrance. That fruity one. Some kind of sweet berries. The scent strong when you settle across from him, watching him button his shirt. Sinking down next to him after handing him his glasses from the nightstand and pulling an arm towards you so you can help him fasten the cuffs. Then you reach for the tie draped around his neck.

“You know how to do it?”

“Not really. My dad tried to show me when I was younger but I just made a mess of it.” You let the silk material slip from your fingers, your fingers dragging against his chest in the process. “Do we really have to go?”

“Yes,” he says softly.

***

The first hour is an allotment for a continental breakfast.

Steve opts for a blueberry muffin and another cup of coffee while you grab a croissant and orange juice. The place is very crowded. Loud. It’s going to be a long day. He nudges your arm to get your attention. “You can go talk to people if you want, you know.”

“I don’t know anyone.”

“Of course not. That’s why you go introduce yourself. Network.”

“You always make it sound easy.”

“You meet strangers for a living.”

“That’s different.”

He takes a sip of his beverage. Marginally better than the one he’d consumed earlier. “Why?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. It’s different when you’re in control. When it’s just one on one. When you have the mindset that you have to do it, because it’s your job. Like it’s mandatory and your mind just takes over naturally. I don’t know how to explain it.” You tear off a piece of the croissant and a sliver of almond falls back onto the paper plate. “Besides, you don’t socialize and you do fine.”

“I don’t need to practice. I’ve already done all the networking I need to. It’s good for you to come out of your shell. Get comfortable being around strangers.”

“I want to stay with you.”

Steve sighs, dusting crumbs off his fingers and crumpling the muffin wrapper into a tight ball. “You should go. Chat. Meet people.” He waves a hand in the air.

“What if I say no?”

“Well, you’re an adult. I can hardly force you.”

“You’re always trying to get rid of me.”

“I’m not. I’m trying to foster some independence and growth. That’s my job as a mentor. I still have to do your review. It has to be completed by Friday.”

“So just say I still needs lots of training. And you’re willing to help. Problem solved.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” The fact of the matter was, in spite of all the joking around, he felt you could easily handle things on your own. He himself was really the only thing holding you back. Your feelings for him.

That obstacle he keeps having to contend with.

***

It’s a long day.

The seminars are on a variety of topics —ethics, managing private practice, engaging with different age groups, career mapping—honestly not a bad selection, if Raglan’s being honest. It really is a good opportunity for you. But his mind is wandering. He’s watching the hours slip away until lunch break, and then again until the last speaker wraps up.

Dinner time and he’s now walking the streets of Las Vegas with you.

He makes sure his wallet and your bag are secure. You’re not used to dealing with pickpockets. Keeping hold of your hand. Eyes flickering to either side, keeping aware of his surroundings. He doesn’t like the bustle of the city. The exposure. He wants to be back in that sleepy town he came from. Where he knows exactly where it is safe.

Where the worst danger is himself.

“How about pizza and beer?” You’re pointing to a small restaurant shoved in between buildings. Such a crowded downtown. He’s thinking of his shuttered pizzeria. Would you have enjoyed it? The stage shows and arcade games. Winning cheap prizes. You’d choose a plush for sure if you had enough tickets. “Steve?”

“Hmm? Sorry. Got lost for a second there. Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“We can do something fancy tomorrow night. I brought a nice dress…”

“Great.” He can only imagine. No. He shouldn’t imagine at all.

It’s hot inside the restaurant. Doors propped open. Crowded. They have to wait for a table to clear. Jammed into a booth fifteen minutes later. His knees bump yours under the table. You scan both sides of the laminated menu.

“What do you like for toppings?”

“Honestly anything. I’m not fussy.” His mood is improving slightly now that he’s got a cold beer in hand. He hasn’t had an alcoholic drink in awhile.

“The Margherita one looks good.”

“Alright, let’s do that.”

“Done.” You shut the menu and leave it on the edge of the table, ordering when the waitress stops by before taking a sip of your own drink. Some new brand of spiked iced tea that released last year that had been an instant hit.

“I thought you didn’t like tea.”

“Hot tea. Iced tea is a different story. Try some.” You push the bottle over to him. He takes a sip. Sweet, but not overly so. A nice kick after. “Good, right?”

“Yes,” he admits grudgingly. Maybe he’ll get one of those next. “Is that what you got at the bar that night? When you went out with the people from the office, I mean.”

“Nah. Tom Collins. That’s what my mom always used to have during holiday parties. Finally let me try some when I was sixteen. Only a little. I think she was afraid I’d get hammered. I stopped after a couple at the bar. Hit me harder than I thought it would.”

“They didn’t have anyone as a designated driver that night?”

“Yeah, they did. I just, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ride with them.”

“You could have asked me to pick you up.”

You take another swallow. “Seriously? You’d already fallen asleep. Don’t bother denying it, I know I woke you. I felt bad. And then you chewed me out just for calling you up.”

“I was concerned for your safety. I would have come if you needed me to.”

“I did need you to.” You pick at the paper label of your drink, tearing a strip away from the glass.

Steve finishes his beer. Unsure of what to say. Everything seems so unkind. He doesn’t want that. But then there’s the alternative. Encouraging you. Which seems even worse.

The pizza arrives. Another round of the hard iced teas ordered. It’s good. He hates to admit it, but it’s better than what he’d served in his own restaurant. Not greasy. Fresh slices of melted mozzarella. The perfect ratio of basil and crushed tomatoes. Crisp sourdough crust. He’s polished off two slices before you’ve even finished your first. You’re still quiet. He’s struggling to think of something to talk about.

“What did you do at the restaurant?”

Raglan’s eyes reflexively dart around. As if anyone was eavesdropping. Spying. Of course not. A touch of paranoia, but it’s how he’s kept his secret safe for so long. “A little bit of everything,” he replies vaguely.

“Did you work there for a long time?”

“Yes.”

“You really liked it.”

He takes a long pull from the bottle. “Sometimes. It had its ups and downs like anything else.”

“How come you left?”

“I didn’t leave. The restaurant closed.”

“How come?”

He sets the bottle down with more force than necessary, the glass striking the table’s surface loudly. “Because some things happened and the owner got blamed for them, and even though nothing was ever proven, people were convinced they knew better and the business suffered for it.” He tries to keep the bitterness and resentment from his tone, knowing he’s failing miserably.

“What ‘things’ happened? I heard there was a hypodermic needle in one of the ball pits at some fast food place, I forget which one now and—”

“—It wasn’t that. Let’s just drop it, okay? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Were you friends with the owner? Is that why—”

“—Drop it,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Okay. Sorry.”

Steve crushes his napkin and drops it on the plate. It was only natural for you to be curious. You were just making conversation. You were completely innocent. You had no way of knowing the terrible history of Freddy’s.

Which is precisely why he wants to keep you away from it. Away from the person he’d been before. Safer with this fake persona he’s adopted. Better this way. But still so hard to escape the past. Little bits bleeding through here and there. The disappointed look on his daughter’s face the last time he’d seen her. Helping him clean up after the most recent incident. Asking him when it would ever stop. He doesn’t know. He’s trying. Really trying this time. That knowledge, though. That power waiting. Could he really turn his back on that forever?

“I apologize,” Raglan says stiffly, pushing the words out with difficulty. “I know it seems I’m being rude and short with you. It’s a touchy subject. I understand the curiosity. I just don’t have anything else I’m comfortable discussing in regards to my history there.” He looks at you, waiting for a response.

“I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me.”

“It’s better this way. For both of us.”

He signals for the waitress and asks for the check.

***

Steve takes another shower when he returns with you to the hotel.

You’ve gotten clothes ready for the next day when he emerges from the other room. Learning. Or maybe wanting to be better prepared so you wouldn’t rush so much in the morning. More time for…

He’s still not sure if he’s going to let you back in his bed.

Sitting propped up on pillows, flipping through channels while you take your shower. Another pajama set with shorts, and a tshirt that clings to your figure. His eyes dart away hastily. Feel yours on him. He leans over to switch the light off. You stand and walk over to the edge of his mattress. He scoots over wordlessly and you climb in next to him. Arm curling around you. His eyes close. “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Looking at you now, the light of the television bathing your features until you reach for the remote and switch it off. Sliding down until you’re both lying in each other’s arms.

“Goodnight.” He can smell the mint toothpaste when your mouth comes close to his cheek. Nearly a kiss. You hand resting on his cheek, stroking over his facial hair. Brushing over his lips. He captures your hand, gently moving it down.

He can’t allow it. Can’t even tell you the reason why.

You wouldn’t want him if you knew the truth.

***

You’re awake early the next morning.

Steve senses it as soon as his eyes open. Still fairly dark in the room. Your breathing too rapid for slumber. Facing him. Fingers blindly stroking over the tshirt covering his torso. He lets a palm settle over your shoulder. Easily covering it. Sliding down your arm. In the darkness, it’s easier to pretend. A little secret to share between you before it becomes light. Before the day starts. Fingers threaded through your hair. Touching your cheek. That little hitch of breath. So much pent up desire. It’s too warm beneath the covers. Shifting top sheet and comforter. You reach for his hand. Kiss his knuckles. He presses his lips to your forehead.

“I wish I could give you more,” he whispers.

The alarm sounds.

***

Another day of seminars. Steve loses track of the speaker’s titles and educational and professional backgrounds and their speeches go unheard.

He’s looking at you.

That pantsuit that flatters your figure so well is partly to blame. More than that. He’s looking at your lips. He knows how they feel on his hands. He wants to know how they’d feel elsewhere. Kissing your forehead. How much he wishes he was brave enough to kiss your mouth instead. But that would be too serious a transgression. No coming back from that once it starts.

A brief respite before dinner that evening. Allowing you to get changed into a clinging black dress that makes him want to devour you. Tear it right back off. Spend the evening inside instead.

Raglan drives you to the restaurant. Someone at the conference had recommended it. Several someones. He’d made a reservation earlier. Classy place. Linen draped tables. Waitstaff in formal attire. Extensive wine list. European flare to the menu offering.

He wants red meat tonight. Steak. Something cooked until it’s warm and pink in the middle. You opt for the same but request it well done. Gray. Safely avoiding the juices that ooze onto his own plate. The wine brings color to your cheeks more than the drinks from the previous evening. Stronger alcohol content. At one point your foot abandons its shoe and slides up his shin. He tells you to stop, halting you before you can go further. Thumb stroking over the inside of your ankle. At odds with his words.

He doesn’t want you to stop.

Your fingers lace through his on the return drive to the hotel. Remain there on the walk to the elevator. To the room. You don’t bother unmaking your bed after your shower. He’s already moved over to make room for you. No television tonight. No lights. Last evening at the hotel. Heading back home tomorrow. His arms drag you possessively against him. You’re wearing some short nightdress that’s far too revealing. Barely covering your buttocks now pressed against his crotch. He’s resisting the urge not to tuck his hand under that hem. To tug down whatever panties you’re wearing.

“Steve, please…” You’re shoving back against him. Grinding your body.

He groans, breathing against the side of your neck. “We can’t, I told you…”

“You said you want me.”

A shuddering sigh. “I do. But I can’t let this happen.”

“I want you.” Your face turning, searching for his.

“I can’t.” He turns over, facing the window. Too much temptation the other way. Going way too far. Your hand snakes around his waist and he clenches it tightly, keeping it tucked higher up against the center of his chest. He feels your warm breath against his upper back. Lips pressed there. Your final argument before you surrender, going still against him.

***

Steve hasn’t slept well.

Neither have you. He can see it in your features. Puffy, bloodshot eyes. You groan in protest when he switches on the light.

He sits up and you mirror his movements. “Can we just…can we go home? Like, this morning?”

“You don’t want to stay for the rest of the seminar?”

“Not really. I just…I want to go home.”

He rakes a hand through his hair. “Yes, we can go home if that’s what you want.” He pauses. “Are you upset with me about last night? Because I wouldn’t…”

“It’s fine.” You try and fail a reassuring smile. “I’m okay.”

He can tell you’re not. He’s not really sure he is, either. It’s an awkward place the relationship is left in. To go from this, back to being apart. Sleeping alone. Only seeing each other during work hours. And he has that damn review he needs to finish. That should be his first priority when he gets back.

No ironing today. Regular clothes. Jeans, shirts. It doesn’t take long to get ready and pack up. He skips the coffee. He’ll just stop on the road. Grab you both something. Checks out and you’re back on the interstate by eight. Both quiet. Morning commuter traffic delays the travel time. The silence stretches.

Back at your apartment before noon. Steve insists on helping you bring your luggage inside. It’s not overly heavy. Nothing you can’t manage. You already have managed it. But it’s an excuse. Because now that the moment is here he doesn’t want to part. You’re lingering by the door. Hesitating. His mind screaming at him to say something, anything other than the generic declaration that he’d see you at work tomorrow.

In the end it’s all he says. Your door closes. He returns home, staring at your performance review, his luggage still packed, sitting by the front door where he’d left it.

He begins writing.

***

Steve arrives early to work Friday morning. He immediately begins making coffee, lingering by the window to view the latest antics of the avian wildlife while he’s waiting. Quiet this morning. Nestled on the grass. Offspring grown and gone. Parental duties fulfilled.

He’s completed your review. The first step towards getting back to the professional relationship between you. Shelving all the rest, the events of the last few days left to be a fond memory.

It had taken every ounce of willpower not to tear it up and write something else entirely. Keeping you with him. But that was selfish. There was absolutely no excuse for you to be beside him any longer.

The career counselor fills his mug with the freshly brewed coffee and turns to greet you as you enter the office. ”Good morning.” He immediately notices that something’s off. No smile. You toss an inter office mailer onto his desk. “What’s this?” He knows exactly what it is, of course.

“My review. That you left in my mailbox, instead of handing to me in person.”

He nods, taking a sip of his drink. “That’s the standard procedure for sensitive documents. So what’s the problem?”

You stare at him open mouthed. “What’s the problem? You said I was done training. That I’m ready to be on my own.”

“Because you are. You've done well. Exceeded expectations, which is exactly what I wrote. It’s a compliment, not a punishment. I’ve taught you everything you need to know. Enough for you to get started, anyway. The rest will come with time.”

“And you didn’t think you should tell me? You know, maybe at some point during the last three days we spent together?”

The older man moves hurriedly to shut the door. “Keep your voice down. You know now. What difference does it make?”

“You could have discussed it with me. At least given me the courtesy of a heads up. How can you just…throw me away like that?”

“I’m not throwing you away. We’ll still be working together. Just in different offices. Did you honestly think they were going to keep paying you to shadow me forever? There’s no reason for it.”

“You could have lied. Made something up. That’s what you do, isn’t it? What you’re good at,” you reply bitterly.

Raglan’s eyes flash. You’ve touched a nerve. “The only reason you got that time off was because of me. You realize that, don’t you? Because I went to bat for you. Convinced them. That a brand new employee with no earned time should get it off. For your education. An investment because you are worth it. I got you what you wanted. You should be grateful.”

“You know damn well that’s not why I wanted to go.” He can see the unshed tears welling up in your eyes.

“If you didn’t get anything out of it, that’s not my fault. The opportunity was there,” he says coldly. It hurts. Every word. But he has no choice.

“Do you not feel anything for me at all? How do you hold someone in your arms every night and not feel something?” You’re swiping angrily at the tears finally escaping, spilling down your cheeks.

“You came into my bed, as you’ll recall.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

Steve sets the cup down so firmly the liquid nearly spills over the rim. “I warned you. Repeatedly. That nothing was going to happen between us.”

“Is that why you’re doing this? Retaliation because we got close? Would you have written the same evaluation if we had never gone on the trip?”

“It’s not a punishment, as I told you. And yes, I would have written the same one.”

You turn your face away, sniffling.

“Go in the bathroom and wash your face. We have a client coming in twenty minutes. And sign this and turn it back in to HR,” he says, grabbing the envelope back off the desk and thrusting it at you. You glare at him, snatching it from his hands before you wrench open the door and exit the office.

Steve exhales loudly. He reaches for his coffee mug and sees his hand shaking. He knows how terrible he’s being. And he has to. He’d been getting your hopes up. And that was far crueler than what he was doing now. Boundaries needed to be reestablished. No more touching. No more spending time together outside of work. All of it had to stop.

He slumps into the desk chair. He knows this is the right thing to do. The best thing for you.

So why does he feel so bad?

***

It’s the longest shift of Steve’s career.

You disappear for break and lunch without saying a word. Refuse to talk at all and he can’t find anything else to say to you. The tension thick in the air. Relieved when it’s finally time to shut down the office for the night. At least it’s Friday. A couple of days off away from each other will do you some good. Then you can start fresh on Monday. On your own.

Silence on the elevator. Again during the walk to the parking lot. Body held rigid, brisk strides. Inside your car before he’s even had a chance to open his. He sits behind the wheel. Glances over.

He shouldn’t have looked.

Your face is buried in your hands. Shoulders shaking. Fuck. He doesn’t want to see this. His eyes burn. No. He needs to leave, right now. Turning the key in the ignition. Rabbit’s foot agitated, swinging sharply as he reverses the vehicle. Nearly home before he pulls onto a side street and makes a u turn. Heading in the opposite direction. To your apartment building.

He refuses to process what he’s doing. Doesn’t allow himself time to. Thumbing the buzzer. Your voice on the intercom. Shaking. Full of emotion.

“Let me in. Please.” The longest pause. The door clicks. He pulls it open. Takes the stairs two at a time. Your door opens. He slips inside and shoves it closed. Gathers you in his arms before you have a change to respond. “I’m sorry,” he breathes into your hair. Your tense form melts against him, fingers curling into his shirt. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I do want you. You’ve no idea how much…”

He cups your face. Damp with tears. Because of him. He’s done this to you. Exhales. Surrendering. It’s no use. He can’t fight it any longer. Capturing your lips. Chaste, gentle, tentative. Still unsure. Your hand on the nape of his neck. Pulling. Kissing him back. Harder. Rougher. A little moan. Tongues touching. Instant heat. Something flips inside of him. Aggressive now. That pent up desire finally being unleashed. Kissing you until the warnings in his mind are silenced. Doubts purged. He wants this. He wants you.

None of the rest of it matters anymore.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #dividers credit @ saradika graphics

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chic-a-gigot · 3 months

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Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 27, vol. 17, 7 juillet 1895, Paris. 9. Toilettes de visite. Modèles de Mlle Thirion, 47, boulevard Saint-Michel. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(1.) Costume de jeune fille en soie bleu acier. — Jupe ronde tout unie. Corsage blouse garni devant de trois plis creux, qu’encadre de chaque côté un pli plat. Dos pareil. Ce corsage se met sur la jupe, serré â la taille par une ceinture ronde en soie. Epaulettes et col droit en galon pailleté acier. Manche blouse, terminée par un poignet bas.

(1.) Girl's suit in steel blue silk. — Plain round skirt. Blouse bodice trimmed at the front with three box pleats, framed on each side by a flat pleat. Same back. This bodice is worn over the skirt, tightened at the waist by a round silk belt. Shoulder pads and straight collar in sequined steel braid. Blouse sleeve, finished with a low cuff.

Matériaux: 14 mètres de soie, 0“,65 galon.

(2.) Toilette de jeune dame entaille bronze et guipure beurre. — Jupe ronde, garnie sur les côtés d’un pan de guipure. Corsage uni, agrafé au milieu du devant sous un pli rond. Petits revers de guipure de chaque côté. Dos comme devant, les revers supprimes. Col droit. Manche d’une seule pièce ornée au coude d’un bracelet de guipure. Ce corsage rentre dans la jupe sous une ceinture ronde en faille.

(2.) Young lady's ensemble with bronze cut and butter guipure. — Round skirt, trimmed on the sides with a panel of guipure. Plain bodice, stapled at the center front under a round pleat. Small guipure cuffs on each side. Back and front, lapels removed. Straight collar. One-piece sleeve adorned at the elbow with a guipure bracelet. This bodice fits into the skirt under a round fault belt.

Matériaux: 14 mètres de faille, 3m,50 guipure.

#Le Petit écho de la mode #19th century #1890s #1895 #on this day #July 7 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #description #Forney #dress #gigot #devant et dos #Modèles de chez #Mademoiselle Thirion

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Story Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Thirteen: Ready

When you wake up Levi is no longer next to you. You see the imprint his body left, his spot still warm when you move your hand over it. You yawn and remember its Monday and it's time to get back to reality.

You pad to your room to start getting ready, hearing Levi in the kitchen. You've never been up when he makes his morning tea, so you lean your elbows on the railing to watch him.

He doesn't notice you're watching him, thank God. You watch as he steeps his tea, his hair a bit damp from his morning shower. He's wearing a white t-shirt and his dress pants, his biceps perfectly pooling out of the sleeves.

He takes a sip of his tea, nodding in approval. Then, he grabs another mug. He pours the tea from the kettle to the mug, your mug. Your eyes grow wide as you almost run to your room, trying to pretend as if you didn't just watch an intimate moment.

Levi knocked with his index finger, to which you let him in. "I had a feeling you would wake up when I got up." He handed you the mug. "Get ready fast, we have an important meeting today."

You nod and take the mug from his hands, letting your fingertips glide across his. He turns away and closes the door behind him.

You finish getting ready, your outfit consisting of a pencil skirt that hugs your curves just right,a blouse tucked in with balloon sleeves, and a pair of heels.You lift your hair to put on your jewelry, to which you're reminded of last night. "Fuck." You sighed, turning to your closet. You find a cute turtleneck and a pair of slim dress pants that are equally as nice on your figure as the skirt. You slip on a pair of flats and pull your tote bag over your shoulder.

When you see Levi at the door, you see a peek at a bruise you left for him. It's nothing major so no one will notice.

Hopefully.

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"How was the conference?!" Eren and Mikasa walked to your desk. "Mr. Ackerman looks super tan, and so do you!" Eren said.

"It was boring, but nice to be in the sun for a few moments." You nod, opening your laptop. "How was your week without me?"

"I certainly missed you." Mikasa gave you a warm smile. She has a face similar to Levi's, her eyes just a bit bigger. "Leaving me with all of these men..."

"Hey, you had Hange!"

"They don't count. They can be just as disgusting as the men that work here."

You watch Levi glare at Eren and Mikasa as he walk into his office, immediately shutting the door behind him.

"What's his deal?" Eren tilts his head.

"He's moody. It runs in the family." Mikasa laughs.

You hear a ping from your laptop, informing you of a message.

Levi Ackerman: My office. Now.

You gulp and close your laptop, making your way to his office only a few feet away from you.

"Something wrong, Mr. Ackerman?"

"I just wanted to prep you on our meeting today." He gestures you to sit. "This is a big deal we could have, meaning we can build luxury housing downtown. But it would be affordable housing, and it would be staying at the same rent until the tenant moves out."

"That sounds really nice." You nod. "Are the investors not nice people?"

"They are... they just, have other people that want to build. So we need to make sure we secure that deal."

"Got it." You stand up from your seat. "I'm sure you'll do great, Levi." You could tell he was visibly nervous.

He only nods, motioning his head towards the door so you can leave.

The meeting is after lunch, so you sit and chat with Hange, Erwin, Eren, and Mikasa during your meal time.

"You tan so well!" Hange looked at your skin up close. "And your skin, wow, almost no pores!"

"Four-eyes, can you please look up what personal space is and then practice it." Levi entered the room. You watch as he steeps more tea before turning your focus back to the conversation.

"I'm just saying! Did you get any good info from the conference?"

"It was quite boring." You sip your water. "I'm glad it was in Mexico, though. The sun is different there."

"I bet."

Levi quietly exits the room without a word.

"Did you see the hickey on his neck?!" Eren half whispered, half yelled.

You froze. How the fuck did he see it?

"Maybe it was from Petra. She's always gawking at him when he walks by. Maybe he finally gave her a chance." Eren nudged Mikasa with his elbow. "He's your cousin, ask him!"

"Eren you seem to forget that I'm not nearly as nosy as you are. That's his business. If it's Petra, good for him."

You ate your salad, not wanting to make any remarks towards the conversation. Could Eren put 2 and 2 together as to why you're wearing a turtleneck and Levi has a hickey?

No. But Erwin and Mikasa definitely can.

When you look up, Erwin is already staring at you. He's smirking as he takes his last sip of his coffee before washing his mug in the sink. "I'll see you after the meeting." He waved goodbye to the table.

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The investors meeting went perfect, and Ackerman Inc had a new client and a new project for affordable housing. You took notes as you always do, observing Levi as he presented. He's so poised and professional, the words coming out of his mouth sounding so... beautiful together. He's very charming, when he wants to be.

"Hey," Erwin gently pulled on your forearm. "Can you come to my office for a minute?"

"Yes, sir." You nod, following Erwin. You turn around and see Levi watching you leave, his eyes slowly dragging up from your ass to your eyes.

"I know what's going on." He closed the door gently behind him. "Levi tells me everything, but I want to make sure you're okay."

"What did he tell you?"

"That you two made an arrangement. He pays you a bit more on the side for spending time with him."

"Mhm." You nod.

"Are you okay with that? Levi is a rather cut and dry type of man."

"Yes. We both win in the end."

"He likes spending time with you." Erwin crosses his arms over his chest. "He hasn't said that to me out loud, but I know he does. So whatever you're doing, great job. He's a bit nicer when he's here."

"I'm just... being his assistant, I guess." You shrug.

"I know that hickey was you, by the way." Erwin said as you opened the door to leave. "And you must have a pretty big mark since you're wearing a turtleneck."

"See you later, Mr. Smith!" Your cheeks burn red as you leave his office.

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"Let's celebrate tonight!!" Hange put her fists in the air. "We got our biggest contract yet! Drinks on Levi!"

"I didn't volunteer for that. But sure, a couple of rounds on me." His voice was low as he leaned on the doorframe of his office, looking onto the floor of people.

"Really, Mr. Ackerman?! Are you gonna come out with us?" Armin smiled as he grabbed his bag.

"I'll make an appearance later."

"Let's plan to meet at 730 at the new bar down the street - I think it's called Trost?" Hange pulled out their phone. "Yeah, Trost. See ya'll there!"

"Levi, are you seriously going?" You say as the elevator descends.

"Yeah, I'm in the mood to celebrate." His eyes are glued to his phone when the door opens. You see Petra at the front desk, not a hair out of place. You can't help but feel some sort of way when you walk by her knowing that she's drooling over Levi.

He's not yours though, so no reason to get upset.

"Have a good night, Mr. Ackerman!" She waved. "You too!" She said your name with a smile.

Levi didn't say anything though, he just watched as the valet pulled up with his car and he opened the door for you. You took his hand, his thumb gently rolling over your knuckles. It was a fast, soft touch, but it made your heart skip a beat.

"Are you coming tonight?" Levi asked as he pulled out of the parking garage.

"Yeah, might as well have a bit of fun, right?"

"Mm." He nods, resting one hand on the wheel while the other lays on his thigh. You can't help but wish his hand was on you at this moment. "Well we should celebrate. Because of everyones stats, the clients were impressed. I've been bugging Jaeger for months to get his shit together, so I'm glad he pulled through when we needed it the most."

After you got home, you looked over your closet, not sure of what to wear. You settle on a black satin midi skirt with a slit on the side, paired with an off the shoulder black sweater and a pair of platform heels. You pile on the makeup on your neck, making sure its barely noticeable. It'll be dark anyways. You styled your waves and accessorized with small chunky gold hoops and a necklace with your initial on it. Then, you grab the bag Levi got you in Mexico. Your fingers hover over the embossed 'L'.

"Are you ready?" Levi leaned onto your doorframe. He looked... handsome. Casual handsome, but so, so handsome. He's wearing a black t-shirt, but it's textured so it gives it some life, and black jeans. He paired it with black loafers that looked like they have never been worn. Your eyes scan his body, just as his do yours. You watch his eyes devour your curves - that he can see anyways - all the way down to your shoes. The slit in your skirt exposes your thigh, which is undoubtably Levi's favorite part of your body.

He loved the way your thick thighs felt on his legs, around his waist, against his head - everything about them. Especially the plush, sensitive skin on the inner thigh. His eyes quickly jumped back to yours as he cleared his throat, waiting for your answer.

"Ready."

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high ground [vash the stampede] .09.

Summary: Snippets of the little moments in between the chaos of traveling with one Humanoid Typhoon. [Vash/Reader]

prompt: punishment.

A/N: Practice for the larger series I have in mind and practice on how to write Vash’s character, so this will be on the short end. takes place after the two year time skip.

“I’ve seen her from time to time,” Wolfwood states when Vash asks where everyone else has ended up after the Fifth Moon incident, “She went back to making her deliveries. She was…hmm nevermind.”

Vash couldn’t help but frown for a moment at the details Wolfwood had given him after the two years he had disappeared. It was harder to know what had happened to the Insurance Girls since they had gone back to the city that they had worked in, but it seems that he had crossed paths with their delivery friend more than once.

However, he had not expected to have met up with her like this---

“Gui---”

There is an angry look on her face at the sound of that name, as her eyes glow something fierce while hovering between the men and the children behind her. Her outfit is completely different with black boots that made it to her knees in order to connect with shorts and leggings she was wearing. She was also wearing a dark-colored blouse with a short-sleeved jacket and her arms were covered with armlets that ended with padding at her elbows. Her hair was long and braided. Vash couldn’t help but not that two years could really change a person.

“Ms. Rochelle told us that the goods have to be delivered,” the man in front of her takes another step. Her eyes start to glow even more, which causes the man to hesitate, “We’ve talked about this.”

He doesn’t try stating the old name again. Vash can’t help but wonder how she ended up in the situation. Wolfwood had stated beforehand that they might meet up with her on the way to their destination. Vash has expected some emotional rest between now and then, especially with everything that had happened with Lina.

However, the moment Wolfwood had gotten into town a boy had been standing there with a paper note in his hands. The priest broke into a run after telling the kid to stay out of it. They ran to the edge of town, without an exchange of what was going on, only to open the door and catch her in the middle of a heated conversation while standing between two men and a group of children.

“So put me to the test, assess the skills that I have honed,” she growls out, though Vash doesn’t understand what that means, “But leave them out of this.”

The man sighs out and starts pulling out something from his pocket. Vash wants to say something but it dies in the center of his chest when she turns to look at him and Wolfwood. She throws a cursory glance at his direction, but her look lingers longer at Wolfwood. A silent conversation goes on between the two of them and before the man can do anything else, he is already on the floor thanks to Wolfwood’s cross-punisher and the other man is thrown to his feet after she throws herself at him.

“Get the kids out of here, needle noggin!”

It is strange to be the one dragging people out of the danger, but he does as told moves to shield the kids and take them out of the building. While he trusts the both of them won’t do anything too dangerous, he can’t help but worry for a moment as he watches her punch the man she had attacked, so that he is knocked down on the office’s floor.

Some of the kids are shock and others are complaining about the heat, while they wait for them to come back outside. There is a worried look on her face when they finally do come out, as Wolfwood pats her shoulder in a goodhearted gesture. She just shakes her head before walking to where the children are gathered, though she has to pass him first.

There is a guarded look on her face before she begins to speak, “Thank you for the help, Vash.”

It's all she says before she exclaims to the children that she’ll buy them something to eat, as they cheer and walk away. Wolfwood walks up to where he is standing, shaking his head though with a proud smile on his face. The priest starts explaining her current situation against the Roessler Mailing Company and how she is single-handedly messing up their operations against capturing more orphans and bodies for their trade.

Vash feels a lump at his throat over all this, but it doesn’t hurt as much as the pang of regret he seems to feel later on whenever he sees her and Wolfwood talking so closely together once more.

Two years changed a lot of things and this was his punishment for staying silent.

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[ Kinda back from hiatus + designs (Jak and Daxter OCs) ]

Hhh as title says, I’m kinda back from my semi hiatus? A lot has been going on in my life so I haven’t really had the time to post, let alone draw 😵‍💫

But I finally did draw something!!

< Evelyn’s semi redesign >

I decided to make her a more fitting outfit considering that she started off her “free woman life” as a mechanic. She’d essentially trade a bodysuit for another once she finally becomes part of the underground’s medical staff. Some infos about her uniform / suit:

- She wears leggings to hide her thigh tattoos

- Her sleeves are not connected to the actual suit so she can just take them off if she wants

- Her boots still have the original golden buckles (that would eventually break off which is why she covers and holds them together with fabric stripes). They also have hidden blades in the soles that she can use in combat (added concept for later)

- She usually unbutton the blouse she wears underneath the bodysuit as it tends to get too hot for her if she keeps it buttoned up.

< Ari’s redefined design >

Ari is Evelyn’s childhood friend that was kidnapped by an enemy House at a young age. She only got to come back to Flora once she became an adult for unknown reasons. She would go on to become Flora’s champion after Evelyn created their own racing team. She would also become Charlotte’s godmother (future AU related to current buried kingdoms AU). She is very VERY proud of her champion status and is actually in constant competition with Jak as she’s afraid he’ll replace her (still hasn’t happened). She is kind of a reckless driver outside of races and often relies on Evelyn to get her out of trouble.

Design notes:

- Has faded tattoos all over her body. She was forced to get them from her captors.

- Her bodysuit is made of latex. She is weirdly extremely comfortable in it.

- Her racing gear includes a visor, elbow pads and knee pads made out of leather and a helmet equipped with a sound system and a microphone she uses to communicate with Evelyne during races. She refuses to wear actual pants and would rather wear see through bell bottom like leggings under her bodysuit. She does fold the legs up during races as to not have the bottom of the leggings get in the way.

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That was longgg but needed, I felt like info dumping

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Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - Episode 442 (Do Not Copy)

During the next evening, the regal lieutenant -- Victoria Sidney -- stood at the center of the large arena inside the Training Room of the Midas Academy.

Victoria had on dark-brown eyeliner and pink lipstick. And her long blond hair was made into a high pony-tail. She wore a white blouse with an opened red jacket that had a laced white collar and thick black cuffs. She also had on a pair of dark-brown pants with chaps, a pair of white socks, and a pair of brown slippers with flat heels.

Two figures soon walked toward the battlefield from the two doors at the right side.

The person walking at the right side was revealed as Cutter Evans. He was a slender youth with light skin, blue-green eyes, and short blond hair worn down. He also wore black earrings and a pair of clear eyeglasses. He wore a top made of black leather. His long sleeves were also made of the same leather. And printed on the front center of the top was a black symbol shaped as a bat. He had on a black pad around each elbow along with fingerless black gloves. He also had on long bottoms that were made of black leather, black pads around his knees and ankles, and long black boots. And he had on a golden belt with a golden oval as a buckle.

The other who was at the left side was his friend, Duo Storms. He had fair skin, brown eyes, and short dark-brown hair. He wore a pair of tight mahogany pants and short brown boots. A thin pale-brown bracelet was worn around his left wrist while he had on a thin brown belt which had his MAF badge worn as its buckle. He also wore a sleeveless white shirt with four small red diamonds printed on the chest area. And drawn on his left shoulder was a large black tattoo that was shaped as a circular helm.

As they walked to the right side of the arena, a cocky Cutter placed his left fist toward his friend. And Duo struck Cutter's fist gently using his right fist.

"Let's do this, Bud!" Duo told him.

"Oh yeah!" responded Cutter. "Let's show these guys what we're made of!"

"No matter who we're going against," Duo replied. "We both will be the ones that'll be on top!"

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 442: Best Friends Fight Together

Once the pair stood aside from her, Victoria Sidney as the proctor pointed her left finger to the other side. And two individuals made their way from the two doors at the other side.

The person walking forward was the young clown called Pallas. He was a slender but built youth with light skin and short brown hair that was spiked up. The sides of his long beard were red while the middle part was colored white. The left side of his face was painted white while he had on thick black paint around his left eye. More black paint covered the top part on the right side of his face while white covered the bottom. He also wore red lipstick. And he had a golden lens on each eye. He had a large tattoo of a black clubs symbol on the top of his left shoulder while a tattoo of a black spade was at the bottom. He wore a sleeveless black shirt with a vertical red line drawn on the right side as two red symbols remained on the top of its left side. And his MAF badge was placed on the bottom of the red symbols. He had a long see-through band around his right arm, fingerless black gloves, and long black pads around his knees. He also wore legless black bottoms underneath a long black cloth with different-colored markings. And he had on a pair of short black boots.

The second person who performed multiple kinds of flips toward the center of the arena was his partner called Jinx. He had light-brown skin and a slender body. He had dark hair that nearly came to his shoulders. The right side of his hair was worn out while the left side was combed to the back. And he had pale-blue lenses glowing from his eyes. He wore a sleeveless red shirt that lowered to his waist, a fingerless black glove covering his right hand with a white spade symbol, and a long black warmer attached to the fingerless black glove was worn over his left hand. And a white clubs symbol was printed on the back hand of the left glove. Over his shirt was a see-through black top with a sleeve covering the top of his right arm. He also had on tight bottoms with red at the right side as black covered the left side. A black pad covered his right knee while a red pad was around his left knee. He wore a pair of long black boots. And he had on a thin golden belt with his MAF badge worn as a buckle. Covering his face was white paint with red coming down from the inner side of each eye while drawn from the outer sides were long black scars. And he had a black heart painted on the middle of his lips while the rest was colored white.

The pair of macabre students stood before their opponents while Victoria remained at the center of the teams.

Victoria announced "The team of Duo Storms and Joshua Evans will fare against the team of Jinx and Pallas in a two-on-two fight!"

The focused Jinx stared into the brown eyes of Duo who stood before him until Victoria finally yelled "Begin!"

Pallas with loud giggles crouched down and Jinx stepped onto his partner's back. Jinx soon hopped above and performed a back-flip. Then the slender warrior pounced onto the risen arms of his opponent Duo. After he landed before Duo, the pair faced one another in their battle stances while both Pallas and Cutter waited at their sides.

Next, Pallas began twirling around as he gave out slashes using each end of his long black rod that had a small red blade on each end. And Cutter backed away quickly as he defended himself using both his wrists.

"This guy may be insane!" implied Cutter. "But he's very direct!"

Cutter continued to dodge the assault from his opponent as Pallas grew a devious grin.

Meanwhile, the other pair -- Jinx and Duo -- threw out punches and kicks while blocking with their wrists. Until Jinx backed away from his opponent with a quick back-flip.

Jinx soon ran toward Duo and attacked. He leaped with his feet facing forward toward Duo. Then the clown performed a Counter-Clockwise Spin and struck the back of Duo's neck with a Right Kick. This attack made Duo crouch down.

After Duo stood up with his fists ready, Jinx turned in a Clockwise Pattern and gave out a raging Left Crescent Heel Strike. Duo caught the attack using his Right Hand. And Duo struck his opponent's chest with a front Left Palm which made Jinx thrust away.

Duo stepped toward his opponent and pushed his Right Palm forward. Jinx caught his attacker's right wrist with his Left Hand and wrapped his arm around Duo's wrist. Jinx soon struck Duo's forehead using his own head. After Duo was forced to move a few steps away. And Jinx gave a soft chuckle as Duo slowly rose into his battle stance.

"This guy!" thought Duo. "He's strange, but good! It's like I'm fightin' a real wrestler!"

After Pallas ran toward him, Cutter hopped up as he struck with two Front Toe Kicks which popped the long black rod from his opponent's hands. Cutter soon turned in a Counter-Clockwise pattern and struck the chest of Pallas with his Left Backhand. Then Cutter performed an upward Left Crescent Heel Strike which made Pallas turn away.

Cutter jumped up and spun around as he gave out a vertical Right Heel Kick. Once the attack struck his opponent's head, Cutter wrapped both his thighs around the brown-haired clown's neck. Cutter slammed Pallas onto the ground after performing a back roll. Then Cutter wrapped his hands around the left wrist of the defenseless clown. And Cutter began applying pressure into Pallas's arm.

At the other side of the arena, Jinx advanced with a Cartwheel toward Duo and attacked using a Left-Handed Chop as he dived from the air. Duo caught his attacker's left wrist using both hands. Duo soon flipped Jinx over. And Duo finally struck the face of his opponent using his Left Fist which knocked Jinx unconscious.

Meanwhile, Cutter continued to restrain his opponent until he kicked the head of Pallas using his Right Foot. And Pallas was knocked out as well.

The proctor Victoria announced "The winning team of this match are Joshua Evans and Duo Storms!"

After they both rose, Cutter and Duo walked to each other. And Duo gently bumped his right fist onto his best friend's.

"What do you know!" replied Duo. "We didn't have to go super this time!"

The smiling Cutter shook his head and praised "Hell yeah! We kicked their clown-asses!"

Duo turned quickly to find his fallen opponent rise onto his right knee. Jinx lifted his head as his hands remained on the ground. Then Duo gave a kind smile and posed by sticking up his right thumb. Finally, Jinx gave a calm smile as he threw his left thumb up.

Several minutes later, the energetic Duo found his former opponent sitting on a long wooden bench at the front of a short row of lockers while in the Men's Locker Room at the Academy.

Jinx now wore a torn black shirt with short sleeves and a fine collar. He had on a pair of black jeans that lowered to his ankles, a pair of white socks with horizontal red lines, and short black shoes. He also had a thick black bracelet around his left wrist while a long black warmer was worn around his right arm. And his dark hair was tied into a low tail.

"Hey there!" greeted Duo. "Hope I didn't hit you too hard!"

Duo stood by his left side as Jinx gave a cute smile.

"It's fine," Jinx told him. "The harder the hits, the better I learn."

Duo gave a relieved smile and commented "Wow, you're tough stock! You're not what I expected when I met at the Training Room. I thought that match would be quick."

Jinx laughed quickly and replied "You're too kind."

"I'm serious," Duo replied. "I didn't expect to be fightin' a wrestler. Your pal wasn't bad either."

The smiling Jinx lowered his head and told the fellow student "Pallas has been good to me since I came to Midas. I always thought of him as a brother. A kindred spirit he is. He's actually the only friend I got in this city."

"The hell he is!"

Duo bent down before him and informed Jinx "Pallas isn't the only friend you have now."

Jinx lifted his head with a soft smile and Duo introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Duo. I'm new here too."

Then Jinx shook his head and told the boy "I'm not really a wrestler. I just learned some of their moves. I'm actually a quick learner."

Duo stood up and implied "I figured as much. You're smart on the battlefield."

After that, Duo offered his right hand.

"Pallas ain't gonna be your only friend," He told the young clown. "You've got me now."

And Jinx shook the boy's hand with his left hand.

"You can call me Jinx."

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Comfort Part 2/4: Hand Over His Heart

Tony Stark x fem!Reader

wc: 6.2k

plot: sleep is still a challenge, and y/n can’t stop running from her trauma. can tony help her stop?

warnings: ptsd. trauma. mentions of torture and violence. nightmares. panic attacks. kidnapping and hostage situations. language. physical affection. age gap.

a/n: the symptoms of reader’s ptsd are very much based in my own experience, and can be intense and triggering. please read with caution.

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“What the hell was that?”

Happy’s distinctly unhappy face was glaring at him from beneath his vast assortment of padding. Tony had just landed a hit with his elbow. He didn’t wanna have to, but he had to get a hit in somewhere. He was dying, it was only fair, right?

Tony and Happy were in the middle of the boxing ring he’d had installed in the gym in his Malibu home. Happy, ever the good sport, had agreed to spar with Tony for the first time three weeks ago. Much to his disappointment, Tony hadn’t let him wriggle out of it yet.

“It’s called mixed martial arts; it’s been around for…three weeks now.”

“It’s called dirty boxing, there’s nothing new about it.”

Pepper, who had just walked in the room, was waiting for Tony to decide to be the adult and come sign the documents transferring Stark Industries over to her. He knew it had been a rash decision, and to anyone on the outside it looked more than a little unhinged. But he really had been thinking about this for months now. Iron Man took up most of his time and energy, and he had considered having Pepper come on as co-CEO at first.

But with recent developments, it only made sense to just get it all over with now. All they needed was the notary.

As the men continued to box, Tony’s move forgotten about, Happy suddenly paused and fixated on a point over his shoulder. Tony narrowed his eyes in confusion, then turned around to see what his sparring partner was so interested in.

Oh. That would do it.

The most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen had just entered the room. Ever the ladies’ man, Tony never let a woman know how thrown he was just by looking at her. More often than not it was the other way around, but with her…

It was like the entire world had shifted.

He could see the deep y/e/c of her eyes from across the room. Her y/h/c hair was practically shimmering as it swayed with her movement, catching the bright lights of the room. She met his eyes for one charged moment before making her way over to Pepper, holding a black folder in her hands.

The way she moved exuded confidence. She was wearing something simple; a short sleeved white blouse, black dress pants, and what seemed to be black pumps. Damn, did she look good. Tony could see every part of her body, every soft curve perfectly accentuated. He’d seen plenty of beautiful women in his lifetime, and while she was certainly beautiful, he found he just wanted to be next to her. Just breathing the same air as her would be enough.

“I promise you this is the only time I will ask you to sign over your company.” Even the voice of his steady right hand couldn’t break the spell she had over him. Pepper smiled at the woman and greeted her, lifting her pen to sign wherever she was needed to.

“I need you to initial each box,” she began in a clear voice, but Happy lightly (but also kind of not) tapped the back of his head with his glove to pull his focus back in.

“Lesson one: never take your eye off the – OWAHH.” Happy’s lesson ended pretty quickly as Tony landed a direct kick to his gut, sending him careening into the sides of the ring.

Ah, there it was…the asshole side of him and its incessant need to show off in front of beautiful women.

“That’s it, I’m done,” Happy pouted as he grabbed his water bottle from the floor. Tony grabbed his too, and panting, made his way to the edge of the ring closest to Pepper and the newcomer.

Pointing, he asked, “What’s your name, lady?”

“Daniels. Julia Daniels.”

“Front and center, come into the church--”

“No, you’re seriously not gonna ask her—”

“--if it pleases the court, which it does.” He finished, interrupting Pepper’s protests. She might be getting his company today, and she might be the voice of reason, but if he were about to lose everything…well, she could give him this at least.

“It’s no problem,” Julia assured Pepper. Good, he was right about her. She could roll with the punches.

Pepper said something else, but everything except Julia faded into the background as she made her way to the ring. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and something else he couldn’t name, but he damn sure wanted to find out. Tony lifted the flexible cords of the ring to let her in, and he didn’t even blink as he watched her swing herself in. As she looked up at him, he felt an unmistakable surge of electricity that had nothing to do with his current plunge toward the afterlife.

As Tony took another sip of the green juice in his water bottle, all she did was watch him and smile. To any outsider, it looked completely innocent, but he could see the challenge in it. She was like him.

“What?” He snapped before he could stop himself. He hoped Julia couldn’t tell it was only because she made him so nervous. Tony couldn’t even remember the last time a woman had this sort of effect on him, and god, she was…what, in her 20s? Turning back to Happy, he managed to choke out, “Can you, uh, give her a lesson?”

Tony turned away from the pair and got out of the ring as quick as he could. He made his way over to Pepper and sat down right next to her on the cushions, crossing his legs as he watched Happy and Julia in the ring.

“Pep, who is she?”

“She is from legal, and she is potentially a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep ogling her like that.”

“Come on, I was not—was it that obvious?”

“Tony, there’s nothing you do that isn’t obvious.”

“Fair enough. I need an assistant, where’re you at on that?” Tony jumped subjects as quick as he could. Of course he’d been looking at Julia, but if he were honest with himself, he’s not sure he’d call it ‘ogling’. God, he didn’t even know her, and he was barely acting like himself.

“I have three very capable candidates lined up and ready to meet you—”

“I don’t have time to meet people, and frankly I don’t know that I have to. I feel like it’s her.” The words left his mouth before he could even think, but it felt right. She worked for legal, so clearly she was more than competent, and he wanted her near him. No ogling, no harassment, no…he just wanted to be next to her.

“It’s not her, Tony—”

“How do you spell your name, Julia?”

“Daniels. D-A-N-I-E-L-S.” With a quick search, he found he resume. Damn, impressive. She spoke five languages, worked at two Fortune 500 companies, and had been an executive assistant both times before attending law school at Yale.

“I need her, she’s got everything that I need—” Before he could even get his next pitch out to Pepper, he looked up to see Julia flipping Happy over his head and onto his back.

“OH MY GOD HAPPY,” Pepper cried as she rushed to the ring to help the poor guy, clearly more than a little worried. Tony only smiled, then stood up to follow her over.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said.

“I slipped,” Happy tried to wave everyone off as he hobbled for the edge of the square.

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

Tony rang the bell, before proclaiming, “Looks like a TKO to me.”

Julia swung out and looked up at him with her big eyes, saying, “I need your impression.”

“I don’t know, you seem kind of quiet, maybe an old soul—”

“I meant your fingerprint,” she said with a little laugh. Damn if it weren’t the best thing he’d ever heard--

“TONY!! Tony, get your ass up! I had the best idea last night, and we need to get to work!”

Tony jumped, peeling his face off the metal of his work table. Jesus, what time is it? Looking around, he saw none other than Bruce Banner barreling into the lab, an excited bounce in his step. Looking down in a panic, he saw that y/n was…already gone. She’d taken her blanket and pillow with her, leaving no sign she’d even been here.

Had he just imagined the whole thing? Was he so desperate for her to reach out to him that he’d just dreamed it up? He’d just been dreaming about meeting her for the first time, so it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. Running a hand through his hair, he yawned and stretched.

“Tony, man, you gotta stop working so late.”

“Well maybe you should start,” Tony snarked, “I get a lot more done that way.”

“Hulk likes taking advantage of a tired me, so no, that’s not happening.”

“What time is it?”

“Just past 7 in the morning. I ran into y/n on my way down, and she tried to talk me into leaving you alone, said you needed your sleep. But I told her of COURSE not, if you needed it that badly, you’d go to bed like an actual human—”

“Wait, you ran into y/n?” Tony asked, practically leaping out of his seat. “Where was she? How did she seem?” Bruce paused for a moment, taken aback a little.

“Uh…she was grabbing a water in the kitchen, but she was asking Nat if she wanted to go work out with her. She looked a little rough, and I told her maybe she should get some more sleep, but she shook me off. She already looked dressed to work out, so I don’t think Nat saying yes or no was gonna change her – hey, where are you going?”

Tony was already walking from the room. When she’d gotten down to the lab last night, y/n already looked like she could collapse at any minute. She was pushing herself too far, and Tony was scared one more bad move could lead to disastrous consequences. He wanted to talk to her, at least.

As he stepped into the elevator, Tony asked, “JARVIS, is y/n already in the gym?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. She’s accompanied by Ms. Romanov.”

“Did you tell her to stop like we discussed?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Well did she listen?”

“It certainly doesn’t seem that way.”

Tony openly rolled his eyes and sighed. After working for such a cynical asshole for so long (at least he was self-aware), it looked like JARVIS had picked up some things. At least it kept things interesting.

Stepping out onto the fifteenth floor, he saw Natasha and Y/n stretching in the center of the room. He could hear some words from the quiet conversation they were having, but it stopped as soon as Nat saw him walking toward them. She shook her head at Tony, as if asking him to not fight this battle right this second, but all he could see were Y/n’s tears from mere hours ago.

As the conversation cut off, she whirled to face him, stopping him completely in his tracks.

She looked even worse than before. How was that even possible?

“Tony, what are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping,” she said, brows furrowing in concern. That was so like her, being worried about him even when she had it so much worse. She was selfless like that, his girl.

No. Stop. He couldn’t think of her like that.

“I was, but you know how Bruce is when he gets excited, he’s like a puppy,” he answered in a rush. “But the more important question is what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” She had the audacity to ask, and she wasn’t even deflecting. She genuinely didn’t see an issue with it.

“I mean,” Tony started, “you’re dead on your fucking feet.”

“I slept for a few hours, Tony. I’m fine,” she said sharply, turning on him to start making her way toward Natasha, who had stepped away.

“You’re not fine,” he hissed, grabbing her hand to make her stop, “Look, just…could you just look at me? Please?” Lacing their fingers together, he waited patiently. Y/n wasn’t trying to pull away anymore, but she took her time turning around. But she did, eventually, and seeing her up close was even harder.

The color of her irises, his favorite color in the world, were distorted by how red and irritated the rest of her eyes were. She couldn’t even get them open all the way. Even with the strong and sure way she always held herself, Tony could detect a faint tremor in her frame.

“Sweetheart, just come up to my place with me,” he begged quietly, “You need sleep. I promise I won’t leave; I’ll stay with you—”

“I don’t need to sleep. I need to move.” She said harshly as she pulled her fingers from his.

“Wait,” he called as she began to walk away, “I – I’ll be in my lab all day, and probably tonight too.” She arched a brow at him. “Just so you know.” She didn’t react, just turned, and kept walking toward the exercise equipment.

He tried not to take it personally. Y/n was so much like him in so many ways, it was why they were so close. She was reacting to her trauma in almost the same way he had; by trying to outrun it. He knew from experience how that worked. It had taken his house being blown up to understand what his recklessness was doing. But she was stubborn, just like him. It would take a harsh lesson to get her to listen. Tony just hoped she’d let him help when it finally caught up to her.

Damn it. He thought they’d gotten somewhere last night.

Natasha made her way over to him. He whirled on her, ready to take out the frustration at the situation he couldn’t take out on her.

“Are you serious? Letting her workout like this? It doesn’t take a genius to see she shouldn’t be anywhere near a gym, Nat.”

“It was that or let her come on her own. At least I can keep an eye on her and stop her before she hurts herself.”

Tony ran a hand over his face, understanding her logic, but hating the situation all the same. “I don’t know how to help her.”

“I don’t, either.” Natasha said with a sigh, sounding more defeated than ever.

“She hasn’t talked to you?”

“Y/n hasn’t talked to anyone.”

“I’m lost here, Natasha.”

“I am too, trust me,” she sighed again, before putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you doing okay?”

“As long as she’s like this,” he murmured, unable to tear his gaze from Y/n, “I’m not.”

She nodded, understanding. Tony had never told anyone how he felt about Y/n, and he never would. But Natasha was perceptive, and she knew each and every one of them inside and out. It didn’t help that he had a shit poker face, especially when it came to feelings he couldn’t brush off. Knowing her, he didn’t have to say that he loved Y/n; she probably already knew.

“I’ll keep an eye on her, I promise.”

“Okay,” he said, trying to be okay with walking away, “please call me if she needs help.”

Nodding, Natasha smiled sadly and then walked over to her. Trying not to linger, knowing it would set her off even more, he whirled on his feet and left. He got into the elevator, but instead of heading back to the lab, he pushed the button for the penthouse.

“JARVIS, if Y/n goes looking for me, tell her I’m up at my place.”

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

If she had it her way, which she probably would, she’d keep herself busy all day. Tonight, when everyone went to sleep, no one would be able to break through that silence she hated so much. That was when she’d need him. He couldn’t be there for her if he were running on even less sleep than she was, so he needed to rest up.

Tony could only hope last night wasn’t a one-time thing.

***

Three hours later, every muscle you had was absolutely screeching at you.

You found you really didn’t mind though, and you probably would’ve gone even longer if Nat had let you. She’d agreed to work out with you in the first place, so you figured you could bend on this, especially after three hours. She was a pal for doing that.

Every step you took to get to the elevator was an effort, but that was all part of the plan. When you exercised this much, for this long, the fatigue your body went through was enough to quiet the roaring in your head. The memories weren’t as loud with your body keeping you in the present. It was really too bad how fleeting it was, but it was the only thing that worked.

Well, almost the only thing.

You’d managed to fall asleep right away as soon as I laid down in Tony’s lab. Even with his music as loud as it was, you’d felt more comfortable than you had in weeks. You even managed to stay asleep, even if it was only for a few hours. But being with Tony wasn’t enough to keep the nightmares at bay. You were just relived you hadn’t woken up screaming.

As you had looked around, you realized how quiet it had gotten. Tony had fallen asleep mid-project, tools still in his hand, head resting against the table. Just seeing him there, so peaceful, had helped you reorient yourself quickly. You were thrilled he was resting for once.

After everything he’d done for you last night, you figured you really shouldn’t have snapped at him like you did. You made the mistake of letting him see just how broken you were, and now he was worried. Well…more worried than he had been before.

You knew he was right. You shouldn’t be working out like this, at least not consistently, and you needed to take care of yourself. Even so…the idea of slowing down, of allowing yourself to feel everything that had happened…that alone sent your heartrate right back up, and you had to refocus on your aching muscles. You couldn’t go down that path, not yet.

Stepping into the elevator with Nat, you found your eyelids growing heavy. Shaking your head, you tried to wake up.

“You could go get some rest, you know,” Natasha said next to you, “There’s no brief today.”

“Not for me, anyway,” you muttered furiously, “Fury hasn’t let me come to one since I got back, remember?”

“Y/n, you and I both know he’s just trying to help you. Besides, we haven’t had any huge threats.”

“I know, I just—” a huge yawn cut you off mid-sentence.

“In any case, I know something really important you should work on today,” she said seriously.

“Oh? What’s that?” You asked, happy someone thought of something, because you certainly couldn’t.

“Get some fucking sleep.” She said sharply, but with the smile on her face, you knew she was trying to help. Besides Tony, Natasha was your best friend. She was very hands off, so the fact she was pushing so hard…it must be pretty bad.

“Heh, you’re probably right,” you conceded. As sleepy as you were getting, you were actually kind of optimistic about the whole thing. Maybe you could sleep more than a few hours, and since you were so tired, maybe you wouldn’t dream. As the elevator slid to a stop on your floor, you waved and said, “Thanks for the workout, Nat. See you later?”

“Yeah, see you,” she said, and smiled before the doors shut.

Walking into your apartment, the quiet immediately pressed in on you from all sides. A normal person would appreciate that, but you would give anything for a noisy neighbor right about now.

“JARVIS?” You called with a sudden idea.

“Yes, Ms. y/l/n?”

“Does Tony have…like…a lab playlist? Like the one he had on last night?”

“Yes, he has several. The one from a few hours prior is called ‘Making My Genius Things.’ Is that the one you require?”

“That’s the one,” You replied with a laugh, making your way for the bathroom. The sounds of classic rock began pulsing throughout your apartment, chasing away the destructive silence with comfort. Tony’s music was like a warm hug.

You turned the handle for the shower, starting a luxurious stream of warm water. You peeledyou’re your sweaty clothes and stepped under the water, allowing it to relax your tense muscles. Letting out a groan of satisfaction, you simply stood there for a moment, allowing yourself the simple pleasure of enjoying the heat. As your eyes drifted closed again, you hurried yourself along. If you were falling asleep in the shower, that had to be a good sign, right?

After you were done, you dried off as quickly as you could and tied back your wet hair. Who had time to dry it, anyway? You put on the most comfortable clothes you owned and limped into your bedroom. Despite the heat of your shower, the longer you let your muscles rest, the more they ached. You winced, knowing it would feel even worse later.

Climbing between the cool sheets, you called out, “Will you close the blinds, JARVIS? And apply the blackout setting?”

“Of course, Ms. Y/l/n. Sleep well.”

Tony might’ve told JARVIS to check in on you, but you knew he hadn’t meant to make him as human as he was. That was all him, and it made you feel comforted. As darkness fell around the room, you tried to relax into the plush mattress and close your eyes.

You could do this. You could.

…right?

***

“I can close it. Can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down.” Natasha’s shaky voice sounded in the commlink.

“Do it!” Steve barked, but Tony cut him off.

“No, wait—”

“Tony, they’re still coming, we don’t have a choice,” You interrupted.

“I got a nuke coming in, it’s gonna blow in less than a minute,” he talked over you, even louder than before, “and I know just where to put it.”

Understanding hit you like a train. Looking up at the wormhole, you knew exactly what he was going to do. What he was going to sacrifice.

“Stark…you know that’s a one-way trip.” Steve muttered, glancing over at you. Your hand was over your mouth, trying to silence the shuddering sobs forcing their way from your throat. This couldn’t happen, not after…not after everything.

“Save the rest for the turn, J.”

“Tony, please don’t do this,” You said quietly, trying to control your voice as much as I could, “There’s another way, there has to be—”

“Y/n, sweetheart… I don’t see a way out of this,” he murmured, “I’ve gotta do this, New York is down if I don’t.”

“I can’t lose you, I can’t—”

“Well I can’t lose millions of people. I can’t lose any member of this stupid fucking team we somehow scrounged together. And I really can’t lose you, not if I can do something to stop it.”

“Please, I’m begging you—”

“It’ll be alright, honey. It’ll be okay.”

Right as he said those words, those words that weren’t true for you at all, Tony flew right over your heads shouldering a massive missile. With a burst of his boosters, he made a sharp cut upwards toward the sky. He flew right past Stark Tower, right past where you’d spent so much time with him, spent so much time getting to know the man you fell in love with.

You wanted to tell him. You wanted it more than anything…but it wouldn’t be fair. Not to either of you.

So instead, you watched as he flew higher and higher until he went right through the wormhole with the nuke. Steve had stared him down and told him he wouldn’t be the guy to jump on the grenade…and now Tony had saved the entire city. He’d saved the world.

You waited, silently begging him to come back through the portal. Even with Steve’s warning clanging around in your head, you tried to hold out hope that he could survive this. With his suit, he had to have a chance. Tony’s proven time and again that a chance was all he needed.

An explosion sounded from above, indicating the bomb had detonated. Come on Tony, please—

“Close the portal,” Steve commanded.

“NO,” You screamed, whirling on him, “you can’t give up on him, he’s coming back—”

“Y/n, if we don’t close it now, everything he did will be for nothing.”

You knew he was right. You knew.

You collapsed to your knees, craning your head toward the sky. You would wait for him. You wouldn’t lose hope, not until the portal disappeared completely. Natasha had been successful, and the connecting beam of light began to race back toward it, about to cut it off completely. As the wormhole shrank, you begged anyone who was listening to give Tony back.

Right before it shut completely, a small figure hurtled through it. You let out something between a sob and a laugh, relieved that somehow he had made it.

“Son of a gun,” Steve muttered next to you.

He had, right?

No…something was wrong, he wasn’t moving.

“He’s not slowing down,” Thor said as he began to spin his hammer, ready to intercept him before he hit the ground, but then--

CRASH

Hulk came out of nowhere, hurling himself through the air to catch Tony before he hit the pavement. Slowing down his fall via the side of an innocent building, he finally hit the ground hard with Tony on top of him.

You raced toward them, not caring at all that you looked completely unhinged. Was he dead? Was he just unconscious? You had to know.

As Hulk pushed Tony off of him, you slammed to my knees next to him and ripped the Iron Man mask off his face. Those brown eyes you loved so much were closed, his face completely devoid of life.

“He’s not breathing,” you whispered, “oh my god, he’s not breathing.”

It didn’t feel real. Nothing felt real, not without him--

“TONY,” you screamed, jolting upright in bed. The sheets were twisted around your sweaty limbs, and you were hyperventilating. You threw the covers off of you, lurching out of bed. Your shaking legs gave way and you collapsed on the cold wood of the floor, reminding you of where you were.

Tony was alive. Tony was safe. You all made it through, he was right downstairs.

“Ms. Y/l/n, are you alright? Shall I alert someone?”

“N-no,” you gasped, pressing your forehead into the floor, “I’m f-fine.”

“Your heartrate would indicate otherwise.”

“I’m ok-okay,” you said, forcing your voice to sound steadier than you felt, “What time is it?”

“Just past noon.”

“That’s…that’s it?” You asked, heart plummeting. you’d fallen asleep just after 10:30. You’d only slept for an hour and a half.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You felt tears begin to slip past your eyelashes on their own accord. You were so, so tired.

You curled in on yourself, allowing a few sobs out. Even with your nightmare, you’d hoped you had at least slept for most of the day. To hear you didn’t even get two hours was beyond discouraging.

Not just discouraging. It was heartbreaking. You didn’t see an end in sight, not for any of this.

“Is Tony in the lab?” You forced out. You needed him. You just wanted to hold his hand, listen to him work, anything. Remind yourself that he was here.

“Yes. He just arrived back downstairs.”

“Is he alone?”

“He is.”

Without saying another word, you clambered up off the floor and stumbled out of your bedroom. You only paused to pull a Stark Industries hoodie on over your shirt. It was Tony’s, actually. He had left it here a couple of weeks ago, and you still haven’t been able to make yourself give it back. Getting yourself into the elevator, you jammed the button for the lab. Swaying on your feet, you waited.

If you couldn’t sleep for more than a few hours, you’d have to ask for help. You didn’t have an option at this point.

As soon as the doors slid open, you ambled down the hallway toward the entrance for the lab. Even with remnants of panic still rushing through you, you tried to maintain a sense of calm. Maybe pretending will make it real.

Just like last night, Tony was hard at work on something, leaning over the same workbench as last night. Technically, early this morning. He wasn’t as absorbed in his work and noticed you as soon as you stopped outside the door. He smiled softly at you, and his mouth moved as he asked JARVIS to open the door.

“Hey, honey,” he said quietly, “how was the workout?”

“Way too long, exhausting,” you muttered, shuffling over to him. You pulled a stool so it sat right next to his and plopped down. “I tried to sleep for a bit.”

“Oh? How’d that go?” He asked. He was trying to sound blasé about it, but you could feel his body as it tensed next to you. Tony was really worried about this.

“Pretty bad,” you laughed dryly, “I only got about two hours, maybe less.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed.

You let your head droop onto his shoulder, turning sideways on your stool so that you were facing him completely. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and tried to pull him as close to you as you could. Completely content to just hang on him like a koala, you were pleasantly surprised when he turned to meet you, drawing you into him as just as tightly as you were hanging on to him.

“I’m so fucking tired, Tony.”

“I know, honey. I know,” he whispered, burying his face in your hair, “What did you dream about?”

“You. Going into that wormhole. You didn’t wake up.”

“But I did, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He picked up one of your hands and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. The steady beats were grounding, in a way. “Please tell me how to help you.”

“I don’t think anyone can,” You breathed shakily, “It’s like…I feel like everything that’s happened, everything I’ve been through…I feel ruined.”

Tony sat back, softly placing his hands on your cheeks. With one thumb under your chin, he made you look up at him. The sadness in his eyes was devastating.

“Y/n, you’re not ruined, no one can be ruined,” he murmured, “I wish you saw yourself how I see you.”

“What, a wreck? Tony, that’s already what I see. No elaboration needed,” you said dryly.

“Ha, good one,” he said with a humorless laugh, “I’m serious though.”

“Okay, then what do you see?”

He took a deep breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Fuck, there go the butterflies again. The look on his face was so sincere, so affectionate, you began to feel warm all over.

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever known. Even with everything that’s happened to you, everything happening now, you still get up every day. You try. Even running on little to no sleep, with all the shit you’ve got goin’ on in that beautiful mind of yours, you still get up. That’s not nothing, sweetheart. That’s everything.”

“Is it possible to feel like I’m still running away? Even though I’m still here?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he answered, “are you ready to stop running?”

You sighed, burying your face in his chest. He threaded his fingers into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“I just…I don’t know how you see all of that. I feel like a mess.”

He laughed, the gentle rumble creating vibrations against your face, and said, “How could I not see it? Until you, I never met a person that challenged me as much as you do. You’re way too smart for your own good, but I have a thing for intelligence, so that works I guess. You’re endlessly generous; always ready to give and give to the people you love, even at the expense of yourself. But you’re not a pushover. Even when people push and push at you, you stand strong. The courage you have? Unmatched. And god, do you make me laugh. You make me smile more than anyone ever has.”

“Tony…”

“Honey, I’ve never met anyone like you and I never will again. I lo-care about you. So much.”

You looked up at him, words failing you for the first time in your life. This wonderful man saw past everything, saw you for everything that made you good. You loved him, so so much.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you said quietly, for once allowing every ounce of love you felt for him flow from every part of you. You couldn’t tell him you loved him; if you ever did, which was doubtful, this wasn’t the time. Not when you were like this. You wanted him to know how much you meant it.

Brown eyes glassy, he leaned down again and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

After a moment, you muttered, “So…therapy?”

Laughing, he shot back, “Long term? Yeah, therapy. But first, can you try to sleep please?”

“Can I sit next to you while you work?”

“I can do better,” he quipped, then jumped off his seat. Extending a hand to you, he pulled you to your feet. You let him twine your fingers together and lead you out of the lab.

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs,” he responded, “if my best girl is gonna sleep, she’s not about to do it getting a crick in her neck.”

“I’ve had worse, you know.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I have to let it happen,” he said as he pressed the button to the penthouse.

“…you’re letting me sleep at your place?”

“I’m not letting you sleep there; I’m making you.”

Smiling quietly to yourself, you leaned against him for the long ride to the top of the tower. Still holding his hand, you wrapped your other arm around his, just hugging him to you. Tony squeezed your hand, then rested his head on top of yours.

As the doors slid open, he led you into the airy sitting room. You’d been in this room hundreds of times, but the view never failed to take your breath away. Tony never let go of your hand, leading you all the way to the master bedroom. His room.

“Tony, this is your space, I can’t—”

“Uh, you can and you will,” he cut you off, holding up a finger in protest. “Now get comfortable, I gotta change.”

“Change?”

“Yeah, you think I’m gonna sleep in jeans? Fuck no, that’s gross.” Patting the massive bed as he passed it, he added, “Get cozy.”

“You’re sleeping too?”

“Hell yeah, I am. I’m not leaving you, not for a second.”

Trying to remain calm at that wonderful declaration of his, you climbed into Tony’s bed. The sheets were sumptuously soft and felt cool against your still flushed skin. You pulled off the hoodie and tossed it on the floor next to you. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice it and reclaim it; you really liked having a piece of him around. Curling on your side, you waited for him to come back.

Right as you got comfortable, he waltzed back into the main bedroom wearing soft grey sweats and an AC/DC tee shirt. Jesus, how many band tee shirts did the guy have? You’d certainly given him a few over the years, even this one come to think of it.

Even though you wanted to be right next to him, you didn’t move as he climbed in next to you, deciding to let him call the shots.

“Get your ass over here before I drag it over,” he demanded, extending his arms toward you, and making grabby motions with his hands.

Unable to keep yourself from smiling, you shifted until you were pressed against him. He folded you into his arms, both hands resting on your back to keep you as close as possible. You reached up and placed a hand directly on his chest, right over his heart where he had it earlier. The steady beat once again reminded you that he was real, that he had survived.

“Do you need some music?”

“Actually,” you said, slurring your words a little as you drifted off to sleep, “I think I’m okay with just you.”

“Okay,” he whispered, leaning his head against yours, “sweet dreams, princess.”

With Tony holding you, you think it might actually happen.

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part 3

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #tony stark #tony stark imagine #mcu #avengers #marvel #jenna writes #hurt/comfort #fluff

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chic-a-gigot · 11 months

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La Mode nationale, no. 43, 26 octobre 1901, Paris. No. 9. — Groupe de toilettes pour dames et jeune filles. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Robe de visites pour jeune femme ou dame d'âge moyen, en bure d'Ecosse gris clair, à touffettes de poils ton sur ton. Jupe à corselet, taillée en forme; volant en forme à tête cachée sous des ganses noires et terminée par un plus petit volant en forme surmonté de quatre rangs de ganses. Sur le côté, pochette chasseur; le devant est ouvert en pointe et retenu par des barrettes. Boléro arrondi, fermé aussi par des barrettes, col rond; chemisette de velours vieil or; manche à coude légèrement élargie au bas.

(1) Visiting dress for young women or middle-aged ladies, in light gray Scottish bure, with tone-on-tone tufts of hair. Corselet skirt, cut to shape; shaped ruffle with head hidden under black braids and finished with a smaller shaped ruffle topped with four rows of braids. On the side, hunter's pocket; the front is open at a point and held in place by barrettes. Rounded bolero, also closed with barrettes, round neck; old gold velvet shirt; elbow sleeve slightly widened at the bottom.

Matériaux: 6m,50 de tissu gris; 0m,75 de velours.

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(2) Manteau de promenade pour dame âgée, en drap noir, composé de quatre collets-châle bordés de grecques de piqûres blanches.

(2) Walking coat for an elderly lady, in black cloth, made up of four shawl collars edged with white stitching.

Matériaux: 4 mètre de drap.

Tricorne de feutre rouge, bordé de blanc et piqué d'un gros chou de taffetas blanc liséré au bord d'une chenille noire.

Tricorne of red felt, edged in white and stitched with a large white taffeta puff bordered with a black chenille.

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(3) Dos de la figure 1.

(4) Dos de la figure 2.

(5) Robe de réception pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en lainage mélangé bleu, mauve et rose. Jupe à lés rapportés sous des galons noirs façonnés. Entre les lés, galons appliqués. Corsage blouse garni comme la jupe et décolleté en rond sur une guimpe de dentelle renaissance. Nœud de corsage et ceinture en velours chamois. Manche évasée sur un bouffant de dentelle cerclé de velours étroits.

(5) Reception dress for young woman or girl, in blue, mauve and pink wool blend. Skirt with strips under shaped black braid. Between the strips, applied braids. Blouse bodice trimmed like the skirt and round neckline on a renaissance lace wimple. Bodice bow and belt in chamois velvet. Flared sleeve on a lace bouffant surrounded by narrow velvet.

Matériaux: 6 mètres de lainage.

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(6) Robe de visites pour jeune femme, en drap rouge "Légion d'Honneur." Jupe ornée de dents de piqûres qui rappellent sur la manche l'ornementation du boléro. Parements Augereau et bouffants de panne noire.

(6) Visiting dress for young women, in red cloth “Légion d’Honneur.” Skirt decorated with stitching teeth which recall the bolero ornamentation on the sleeve. Augereau facings and black purlin puffers.

Matériaux 5 mètres de drap, 1m,50 de panne.

(7) Dos de la figure 9.

(8) Dos de la figure 10.

(9) Robe de ville pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en homespun rainette. Jupe en forme ornée de ganses noires dessinant des losanges. Veste à basque ronde, garnie comme la jupe et entr'ouverte sur un dessous de soie vieux rose; ceinture de velours noir sur la veste. Manche à coude surmontée d'une épaulette arrondie comme le col.

(9) City dress for young women or girls, in homespun rainette. Shaped skirt decorated with black braids drawing diamonds. Round peplum jacket, trimmed like the skirt and half-open over an old pink silk underside; black velvet belt on the jacket. Elbow sleeve topped with a rounded shoulder pad like the collar.

Matériaux: 6 mètres d'homespun; 0m,50 de soie rose.

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(10) Costume de chasse pour jeune femme ou jeune fille , en cover-coat bleu clair, Jupe plissée par groupes, montée au-dessous d'une partie plate enserrant les hanches par des repincés. Boléro ajusté, orné d'un double col en forme bordé de repincés. Le devant ouvre aux trois quarts sur un gilet de drap blanc; le bas se ferme par des brandebourgs et de petits boutons d'argent. Manche à coude.

(10) Hunting suit for a young woman or girl, in a light blue cover-coat, Skirt pleated in groups, mounted below a flat part encircling the hips with repins. Fitted bolero, decorated with a double shaped collar edged with repinqués. The front opens three-quarters to reveal a white cloth vest; the bottom closes with frogs and small silver buttons. Elbow sleeve.

Matériaux: 5m,50 de cover-coat.

Chapeau cantinière en feutre gris clair cerclé de velours noir et piqués de deux couteaux bruns.

Canteen hat in light gray felt rimmed with black velvet and stitched with two brown knives.

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OMG

imagine going on a date to the beach with luna, and collecting seashells and watching the sunset <<333

by the seashore

luna lovegood x genderneutral. reader

summary: you and luna collect shells together at the beach.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: discomfort (?), mentions of luna’s dead mom, pet names [my love], overall fluff central

There was something surreal when watching the wind seized its rightful place in the air. The unique way it melted through people, under the dull flush of their skin and how it would entangle with waves of hair like a folklore dance.

It was beautiful.

The day of summer seething in pleasant warmth, a prepossessing summer day of August.

“Lu, c’mon! You can’t get distracted by all the crabs!” Was the first ludic chastise that left your lips. A delighted giggle naturally followed in its wake.

You snorted exuberantly as Luna was crouched by the shoreline, the dampened sand instantly began to garnish the visible bottom of her ivory dress.

The sleeves of her flowing dress were marginally a gypsy cut. It was flowy similar to a sheet blouse. One opaque colour dressed her from her prominent collarbones to the chipping indigo paint on her toes. The skirt consisted of ruffled tiers of sheer and opaque thin, white, organic cotton.

The ragged hem ended just below her ankle, like a seamstress who had instantly forgotten her task mid-stitch. A spidery hoary lace bodice consummated the ensemble.

Luna’s head had spun in your direction, a few curls flopping against her neck in the process, “But they’re so pretty—“ The blonde’s sandy palm filled with granules of gritty sand, as she had crouched down near an exposed rock to gape at the minuscule Crustaceans, “—look at them.”

The distinctive blend of her irises had carefully surveyed the cardinal crabs. They had tickled at the pads of her fingertips and nipped at the delicacy of her rosy palms. The soothing feeling had boiled her mind into a tranquiliser of eternal peace, her upturned eyes glancing farther towards the shore.

“Look! It’s a Tulip Shell.” She whispered tenderly to her left, where you had sat in the grains of the moisture-laden sand. Your legs were crossed and your crooked elbows dug into the shoreline as you carefully observed her in the elements of divine nature.

At her excited demeanour, your eyes flitted towards the hollow shell entwining with her digits. Her gentle fingers began carving down the shallow indentations and minor grooves of the ivory shell, politely handing it over to you so you could do the same.

The intolerable specks and particles beneath your thighs were almost less than concerning your conscious mind. As you had attempted to pay no mind to the ground beneath you, Luna had both begun sharing the shell now in your palms whilst her forefinger pointed at the detailings.

“Let’s add this to the collection.” She murmured near your ear, delicately including it into the beige tote bag dipped over your left shoulder.

The gleaming shade of sapphire had begun bleeding back into the sea-crabs crawling around the minuscule jagged rocks of the shore.

Your observations and inarticulate affections had initiated again after its unspoken pause of your attention caught by her dainty voice; her hair was up that day, you noted, an ever so surprising occurrence as it was routinely down with ringlets accessorizing her temples.

She had been in an ongoing endeavour to annex new things to her extensive wardrobe as well as her mundane features.

Luna’s hair was in waved ringlets, per usual. The blend of platinum and blue streaks knitted between the locks fell down her spine like Rapunzels descending her gaunt tower.

The aquamarine shade merged in her tresses had been constructed by pigments and shades of colour she had crafted herself. Partial locks of hers were pinned in a loose bun as the others descended her cheeks.

You were naturally gifted with the view of her side profile. The slope of her nose has met the cupid’s bow of her plush lips and the dip in her chin interwoven with her soft jaw.

Any air proceeding down your trachea felt as if it had been stolen by a thief. It was more than a hitch of breath whilst gazing at the one you loved. It was similar to a memorable moment in time like taking your first polaroid and watching the dyes bleed into the silver halide grains of the picture.

She was oblivious to your admiration, her eyes levelled on the crowd of red gathering on her palm. But you continuously starred, utterly rapt in her presence.

“Y/N, look at this one.” Your trance now fragmented as her hand came to rest on your sandy kneecap, “It’s a Cerithiidae; it swirls up like a tower. It’ll protect us from the Nargles” She added.

Your eyes swept around the shore after acknowledging the shell. “I wish there were more of them, like the pink and yellow ones.” You articulated the variations of a certain shell as she settled it in your tote bag.

An explosive conversation regarding the variations of shells poured from your tongues, an array of bubbling infectious laughter spilling between the both of you. The simmering of your synchronized laughter had Luna silent for a moment.

The peeping grin on her lips began to tug harder at the ample margins of her cheeks as she stood up, dusting down the remaining particles of sand from the skirt of her dress and held her palm out facing the sky.

“As you said, we have places to be, my love.”

For the remnants of the postmeridian day the peaceful silence of the waves crashing and birds singing has been infiltrated with your shared laughter and boasts regarding the miscellany of pearly shells washed upon the seashore.

When the array of vibrant colours came to rest on the horizon, you both had paused at the shore to admire the crepuscular light, an immediate silence had surrounded the both of you in admiration.

When your left appendage had begun feeling like a deadweight sewn to your shoulder, due to the mass of the shells in your bag, you and Luna had opted to reside at her house for the remainder of the night where her father had also stayed.

“Which one’s your favourite?” Her voice was several octaves lighter than usual, her voice abiding by a faint whisper.

You both had currently indwelled to her beryl room, the tinges and pigments of blue lining her room similar to her coverlet. The sky reached dusk as your legs tangled with the thin sheets and her chin was perched on your shoulder, her arm was gripped around your waist, and a leg was thrown hastily over your lap with her skirt gently fanning across your abdomen.

“The one your dad liked. The Horse Conch.” You muttered back into her pallid forehead with the scrunch of her shapely nose naturally following.

You both had begun muttering about the shell Xenophilius Lovegood had been absolutely fascinated with the moment you arrived back at his (and Luna’s) home.

His platinum hair was pulled up by his wand after working on a new spell his late wife had been raving about and he looked completely enervated from the day's work.

He elected to satisfactorily arrange the new shells across the shelves, the Sunray Venus and the Horse Conch being the centrepieces of the shambolic house.

Amid your conversation, your words had begun dying off your tongue in fatigue. Your voice has already begun lulling her into sleep. Your shared breaths began sedating in the tenebrous room, a clutch of dainty fingers wrapping around your palm as you both began to succumb to dusk that was near.

“Night, Lu.” You whispered into the tuffs of blonde colliding gently against your lips. The envision of a further date at the beach, already deciphering in Luna’s head.

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