#The first one talked down to me constantly and there was a language barrier between me and the second so half the time I had no clue-

[sadfraudfrogs]

I currently need to throw my phone into a river because if my mum looks through my phone I'm fucked

[rreskk]

HEADCANONS: Fem!reader in a relationship with the Holy Trinity

MICHAEL DE SANTA – - “Ah, I’m sorry honey. The movies on.” His love language depends on how much quality time interferes with his own interests. While it may seem neglecting, you’ll come to understand that he’s in his own world. And he makes up by gifting you presents – unwanted or not – trying to reamend the many times he’s bailed on dates, etc. - He may have been a charming man at first, but being in a relationship with Michael really highlights his unfamiliarity with intimacy and connection. He’ll find it hard to communicate his wants due to that barrier between short-term desire and long-term love. You’re usually the one to make a move and give him a foundation to build his trust on. - Michael loves to be glamoured with your compliments and praises. One time he bought a new suit and showed you. After commenting on how handsome he looked, it encouraged him to dive deeper, attempting to drink and eat healthier products but also wear more fitting outfits. You make him look more presentable as you provide support and comfort. - He is a father! When dating a father, here comes responsibilities like parenting advice, and what NOT to say. You’ve experienced how dysfunctional he is. Michael knows he’s a troubling father and he listens to your advice – to an extent. He’ll mostly always add a little twist that completely destroys the meaning of your words, but it’s the consideration that counts. And maybe the tearfulness of his children after. And you annoyance because he dismissed your advice. But hey, that’s Michael! - “You’re dating a movie producer, honey.” Michael will always find a way to be prideful. In all cases where you find a flaw, he’ll shrug it off by mentioning how successful he is (in these flaws), making it sound like a good thing by paradox-ing whatever the hell he’s done – whether that’s criminality or being a selfish ass. -Surprisingly vanilla in the bedroom department. The typical rose petals on the bed and his infamous boxer shorts for when sexy time does occur. Though vanilla, it’s charming because it’s Michael. It’s more bonding he focusses on. Because he’s a bit estranged romantically, he tries to ensure sexual activity is maintained. - He invites you into this nostalgic journey. Allowing him to reminisce really brightens his mood. Even more if you engage and ask questions. It may boost his ego, but he’ll assume you are genuinely interested. - Out of the trio, due to his maturity (even that?) and experience, he’s the most likely to keep you out of the criminality, and so he should! Michael protects you from any dangers and will seclude you from his own issues.

TREVOR PHILIPS – - “What do you mean you were busy?” The most clingiest. He’s very dependant when you earn his trust. Everything has to be outwardly expressed, whether that’s a doctors appointment or Jerry from down the road talking about his heater breaking. Trevor won’t even be interested but he’ll feel safe knowing due to his trust issues. You may get interrogated a lot when you forget to tell him certain things, but if you apologise MEANINGFULLY, he’ll forgive you. Maybe… (The grudge stays there though). - He does carry this intense aura around him and it gets a bit uncomfortable. Trevor has got something constantly making him angry or sad, so you’ll have to deal with this baggage, even if that’s listening to him rant or holding him – as requested. It’s better to say nothing because if you try and be rational, he’ll assume you are devaluing his feelings. - “Why are you closing the door? Leave it open. Ain’t no one here except me.” Trevor does not understand privacy and boundaries. You could be going to the bathroom or wanting time to yourself and he’ll demand you leave the door open. For no reason. He just like hearing you shuffle around. It makes him feel less alone and more safe. However, it can be annoying for you since you are forced to deal with his smell and intensive clinginess. - Very touchy and physical. Trevor has a high sex-drive and will crave bedroom time A LOT. From quickies to a passionate 3 session afternoon which leaves you both gasping for water and the bible. He does make you feel loved though. Not an inch of your skin has been left cold. He has touched you all. One way or another… - Unfortunately includes you in his drama a lot. Trevor doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, let alone his impulses. And he gets into situations all the time. You are either a target of revenge or a cover-up. No in between. SOS babe, you’re in some trouble.

FRANKLIN CLINTON – - He treasures normality out of them all. Franklin craves a normal relationship where you do your own thing, and he does too. Independence is key. However, sometimes you’ll wonder why he hasn’t messaged in days after he left the house last Tuesday. It can strain a bit of your relationship as you don’t share much details about your everyday life, so you have no idea about the activities he gets up to. Vise versa. - “You need a ride out?” Franklin is also observant though. He sees you getting ready and offers you a ride. He sees you looking for something, offers to look. He sees you frustrated, he offers a solution. Despite being the youngest, he’s got a heart of gold towards  the people he loves. - You don’t have to prove your self-worth by being sexually active. Franklin is open-minded enough to understand boundaries and feelings. Just because you’re distant that day doesn’t mean you hate him, and he knows that. Just because you haven’t been sexually active in the past month doesn’t mean you hate him, he knows that too. - Franklin tries to keep you out of his business but sometimes information slips. He can trust the wrong people and get into some trouble, causing you to be a target of revenge. He tries to be private but he’ll talk to people he’ll deem “trustworthy”, and sometimes they can be the wrong people. - Takes you out a lot in dates. You’ll visit new diners, movies, bars, discos. Whatever. Franklin loves quality time and will ensure you are taken out every week. That’s how he bonds. You can share memories and moments together, whether that’s funny memories or romantic, or maybe sad. He finds value in everything. - The people he surround himself with can strain the relationship. Criminals and gangsters. He’ll invite strange people home and you’ll have to deal with their antiques. Franklin shrugs it off as it’s “business”, but you’ll always find the strangers invading your personal space and privacy. Dangerous strangers as well. It puts you on edge.

[talbottoabbott]

Shared Home in NYC Chinatown - Cathy Ma

My photography project focuses on the immigrants-runed small businesses in NYC Chinatown, diving into their life in a foreign land so different from where they came from. 

I often went to Chinatown for a quick bite after classes, or meet with a few old friends on weekend nights. As an international student, dining at mom-and-pop restaurants makes me feel close to home. Coming to a foreign country, I was forced to grow to be independent, be tough, and work hard, and sometimes I was too busy to forget to eat. For days or weeks, I could not eat Asian food that feel like home. But I know I can always rely on shops in Chinatown for a homecooked congee or dim sum in the morning. Remembering the first time I walked down the street of Chinatown,  I saw colorful lanterns in between the buildings, golden roast geese dangling in every restaurant window, street food carts for Chinese barbeque, and Asian pedestrians crowding in the middle of the streets. I accidentally walked into a bakery shop and saw the white sugar sponge cake that I haven’t tasted in years. It immediately reminded me of the time in the farmer’s market with Grandma years ago. 

However, Chinatown small shops were greatly impacted because of the Asian hate from COVID-19. Many of the shops were shut down because of financial difficulties. In a competitive market for restaurant businesses like NYC, many restaurants adapted to modern advertising, and fancy websites, and connect with customers using social media. But these things become especially hard for the first-gen immigrant business owners in Chinatown who are already facing cultural and language barriers, or even constantly experiencing racism and xenophobia. 

My photography work documented Chinatown as a shared home for all the Asian people in NYC and focused on two specific businesses. The first is the Chinese barbeque restaurant near Bond street station, run by a Chinese elder couple. Their business opens from early in the morning till midnight, and they draw their menu on cardboard in English and Mandarin. Throughout the day, they have to switch roles with each other and rest for a while. But most of the time they stand together to grill the barbeque. I asked if I could take photographs of their faces but they rejected. So I took photos of their card from different angles, their hands grilling the BBQ, their back while standing together, and their foot together. The second one is Taiwan Pork Chop House, which I visited for three times in order to interview the owner. It is a cash-only business for more than 20 years old, run by a Fuzhounese family. At first, I was intimated to talk to the staff, because they are so busy which I think they will reject my request. Later they said they are happy to do so, and suggested 3 pm in the afternoon for me to come by. The owner chatted with me for 40 minutes in Mandarin, and in the end, he encouraged me a lot about what I am doing and told me to try a lot of new things while I am still young. I took photos of their store, the staff at work, and the food, and recorded the interview and the environment sounds in a busy hour. 

I’ve carried my video camera and film camera to Chinatown many times. While I was there, I tried to imagine how Corky Lee traveled through Chinatown but took photos whenever he wanted to document some moments. The photo I remember the most from him was the one he compare the modern Chinatown to the old one at the same location, and I also took photos of the street views. If possible, I would love to do a comparison like his maybe decades later. The film I used is all in iso 400, but some of the photos I shot were after sunset or on an overcast day.

-- Cathy Ma

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Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up ships I have a bias for for my muse 💚

Midori x Tetora

An angsty ship. Those who do not know the characters might think it is similar to Midori and Chiaki, but it is not. Midori and Tetora are more alike than Tetora would admit : this was confirmed in Colors Arise recently even. The self loathing and cynicism. Midori is like a black mirror to Tetora's flaws and he resents him for it, causing arguments between the two that burst out the first time in Climax.

Those similarities are dangerous since they can enable each others, like in their first year when it came down to complaining about Ryuseitai activities. However, it can be their greatest strength if they can support one another.

If Midori is blackpilled, Tetora is in denial that he is, always trying to leave up to the impossible standard he sees in Kuro and Chiaki. Midori, in the meanwhile, feels like he has nothing. They can help one another in ways others would not understand in finding their own identity.

Tetora always repeat at how strikingly handsome Midori is, and although yes it is a fact that Midori is, Tetora is the one character with Hajime who constantly repeats it. In Colors Arise too, Tetora says that he and Midori are the same, but Midori has the perk of being handsome to be successful while he has nothing : ship-wise, Tetora is both struggling with wishing to be as handsome but also desiring it in a partner, as it can be common in homosexual relationships.

Midori and Tetora's bond is subtle because of their conflicts and difference, but whenever they talk to one another, they get what the other mean, and I enjoy it very much.

Midori x Yuzuru

Those two have me in a chokehold ... every time they interact, it escalate more and more, and I see so much potential where the true healing of their character development is in each others.

Midori is the one person who sees Yuzuru for the person he is and not his work as a butler. Yuzuru is the one person who makes Midori unapologetically happy, forgetting how sad the world is.

Yuzuru is very much loyal to his work, but we still find him leaning towards Midori in interactions, such as inviting Midori over to play with Tori, he thought about him indirectly. There's a barrier of his butler devotion that stops Yuzuru, I think, from fully taking in Midori's adoration. And it led to a lot of Midori chasing after Yuzuru who could not comply to his wishes.

And this is where Midori's love shine most, how motivated and earnest he is to keep going for Yuzuru. Someone who is usually so depressed is truly putting his all in everything. It is so pure and such a breath of fresh air for Yuzuru's usual world.

And you might think it is mindless fangirling, but Midori is only honest to himself, if anything it is his youthfulness coming out that makes him so giddy. However, he still gives Yuzuru genuine advice and thoughts ... and Yuzuru fully take in consideration what he says. He takes Midori seriously. And it goes both way, with Yuzuru encouraging Midori to keep being an idol and telling him how he believes he will grow to be an amazing one, lifting doubt on Midori's choice of career.

Midori also usually is emotionally egotistical, being openly negative, but he grows so embarrassed and self-conscious, trying to not show to Yuzuru his gloomy side, because he looks up to him so much ... they both also have Acts of Service and Gifts as love language, and this underlying love in their heart they only wish to give to someone, and I think this is what, despite them not knowing, is what makes them bond so well. Even if they have different type of energy and live in totally different worlds.

Roaring Sea Marina is just ... it's so gay.

[emithecharmer]

Meeting their long distance girlfriend for the first time (Edited)

Chan (Met due to Hannah)

Your flight had just landed and you quickly took out your phone to text your boyfriend.

'We landed.'

'Oh my gosh you're in Korea, you're so close oh my gosh!!'

You laughed at his enthusiasm before getting your bag from above you, and slowly getting off the plane. You made your way out of the doors to baggage claim and saw him there, eagerly waiting for you. You started making your way towards him but before you could take a full 3 steps he raced towards you, crushing you in a bear hug.

"Hi." He said nuzzling into your neck.

"Hi.." You sighed a little bit, running your fingers through his hair as your hugged him back tightly.

You two broke away from the hug for a second, but when you made eye contact he hugged you again..

"Hm?" You hummed, confused.

"Just wanna hold you for a while."

"Hold me later, I don't want us to start cuddling in an airport." He laughed as you two went to collect your bags.

Minho

You didn't tell him you were in Korea, you had to constantly act like it was still your time zone, even if it was light outside. You had made arrangements with Han, wanting to surprise your boyfriend, they had around a month of rest and relaxation. He had talked to you about it but you'd convinced him that you had too many things going on at school, however, you were on your break, but he didn't know that. Changbin and Han had picked you up from the airport last night, trying to be as sneaky as possible, although it was hard when neither of them can keep their mouths shut.

It was finally time for you to see him, you had gotten food for the boys and Han convinced them that he'd ordered it. You heard Minho complain that he had to get the door but when he opened the door his jaw dropped.

"Hi- AHHH!!" You burst out in surprised laughter at his high pitched scream, honestly never heard anything like it. He grabbed the food and put it in the house before gathering you in his arms, making sure you were real.

"You're here?!" "Mhm!" "In Korea!" "Yes." "Holy sh-"

You cut him off with another hug, and he peppered kisses along the top of your head. The rest of the night was filled with you getting to know the boys, and Minho not letting you out of his sight.

Changbin

'Can I kiss you?' That was the last text you'd received from him, before your stupid phone decided to die. You audibly groaned when your plane took off, hoping and praying he wouldn't get upset or sad.

As soon as your plane landed you checked again but to no avail. You got your bags and went outside, seeing a black van that looked familiar, you tried to check it without getting too close, but it was a bit awkward.

"Y/n?" You heard your boyfriend from behind you.

"Binnie oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! My stupid phone died before I could say yes and it wouldn't-" He cut you off by bringing you closer to him, holding your hips right against his.

"So it's a yes?"

"Of course." That's all he needed to press his lips against yours, holding your face so gently it felt like feathers on it.

You two probably scarred his driver with how much you two kissed in the car, especially with him exaggerating after every one.

Hyunjin

His parents actually flew you out. They noticed how much he loved you and wanted to surprise him, so after getting you from the airport they went to go meet him. They had Kkami as well and decided you'd come out holding him.

You quickly arrived at the place and started freaking out, the language barrier was difficult between his parents and you but you managed to make it work, calming down quickly. They got out of the car and hugged Hyunjin, you saw the sweet smile on his face and smiled at his happiness, before grabbing Kkami and giving him a pep talk.

"We're friends ok? Make me look good infront of your dad please?" You could see Hyunjin looking in the car, probably wondering why they didn't already take Kkami out, before slowly exiting from the opposite side. Making your way around the car and finally infront of your boyfriend, who's jaw was all but dropped. His dad grabbed Kkami from you before Hyunjin claimed you in the tightest hug you'd ever experienced.

"You're here.." He whispered so quietly you could barely hear it.

"Mhm, you- Aw you're crying, don't cry!" You quickly wiped his teary eyes, his parents leaving you two alone for a bit.

"I'm not letting you go for this entire trip ok? You're staying by me the whole time." He kissed your cheeks and held you for a couple more minutes before you went back to his parents and got formally introduced.

Han

You two were supposed to meet at a cafe, but the man behind you was playing some sort of game and would not shut up. You texted Han about it and he said to tell him to be quiet, you weren't going to but then all of a sudden the man let out a yell and it hurt your ears.

"Sir could you-.... I don't know if we can continue this relationship hannie." The man, who as it turned out to be, was your boyfriend, was all but mortified.

"Was I really loud?" You nodded as he apologized and you two hugged, you expected to sit next to him but he pulled you in to his lap.

"We're in public.."

"Yeah, but this is the first time I'm seeing you in person, I'm not letting that go to waste." You laughed a bit before looking at the game he was playing.

"Oh my brother likes that game!" He smiled at your before kissing your neck softly, putting the phone down and turning around a bit so you faced the river. He held you in place on his lap, peppering you in kisses on your cheeks or neck every couple minutes. Relishing in your presence and the feeling of peace you gave him.

Felix

You two were meeting at a mall, which wasn't very ideal for your first time in Korea.

*Call*

"Felix I have no idea where anything is."

"Oh shi- I forgot about that part. Do you know where you are?"

"The entrance I think, maybe the exit."

"Be right there."

He hung up and a few minutes later you noticed a guy with hair flopping all over the place headed full speed toward you. You knew it was your boyfriend so you opened up your arms just in time for him to run into them.

"Aish, sorry, I completely forgot baby." You smiled and waved it off.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're here." You both smiled at each other before he leaned into you.

"Can we kiss, or is it too soon." He asked. You smiled a bit as your cheeks flushed pink.

"Sure.." He leaned in further and brought both of your lips together in a sweet kiss.

"That was my first kiss." He whispered as you pulled away.

"Mine too don't worry." You two hugged again before he pulled you into the mall.

"There's this store you'll absolutely love here.."

Seungmin

The members all convinced him that they were doing a live, however it was just a video for them, to make fun of his reaction.

So when you walked into the room and his eyes immediately started watering they got a bit scared. He bolted up from his seat and went to you, holding you in his arms, while you stroked his hair.

"Baby..."

"I'm here Minnie." He smiled and pulled away from your neck, just enough so you were face to face.

"I love you."

"I love you too honey." You replied, making the boys all 'Awe' except for Minho, who was trying but failing to not smile. Your boyfriend pulled you into his lap as the boys left, leaving you two to talk about what had been going on lately with their break.

Jeongin

You were unloading groceries you'd gotten from the store, and putting it into the hotel fridge when you heard a knock at your door. Peeping through the peephole, and checking your makeup in the mirror, you opened it, too see all 8 members of SKZ but in the middle was your boyfriend, who ran into your arms as soon as the door was open.

You noticed his shoulders heaving up and down and slowly rubbed his back before pulling away, wiping the tears building up as he smiled.

"Hi.."

"Hi.."

"They're awkward."

"Hyung!" You laughed at the banter between the two friends before you invited them all in.

"No it's alright, just wanted to make sure he arrived safely, have fun."

"Not too much thou- ow!"

"Shut up Han." Your boyfriend quickly shut the door after you said goodbye and kissed you, taking you by surprise.

"Sorry, I wanted to do that since you opened the door!" You laughed and hugged him again, both of you flopping onto the bed for a cuddle session, while watching an old Korean children's animated show.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

A non English speaking reader instead of Korean is totally okay! Yeah I just meant rick is aggressive with reader but daryl calms him down when he sees reader is scared and not trying to hurt anyone, and then daryl is soft with reader. I love everything you write so however you wanna write this is cool, I'll love it either way <3

I really do like this request because it truly gives me, as a writer, the opportunity to step back and write something- a connection between two characters- without using language. Super cool!

I hope this is everything you wished it could be! Thank you for your support and understanding ❤️

You never really realize how alone you are in an unfamiliar terrain until all of your family and friends are suddenly gone, vanished or evolved into the monsters walking among us.

I was always quite the loner though my mother never wanted me to be. She wanted me to be out there in the world, getting on the Deans list, the honors lists, anything that would make me stand out and make her feel proud that my success was ultimately her responsibility.

But that need to venture out on my own and to keep my head down, to do the opposite of what my family wanted of me, it stuck after the first Emergency Broadcast signal went out, echoing in my small car as I was driving home from work that night.

The cars lined the highways, people were trying to escape and I always assumed, though I wasn't able to say goodbye to them, that my family got out and were cooped up somewhere safe where they could live the rest of their lives.

I never ended up finding out what had happened to them.

I've stumbled across people in my time alone, bouncing along from group to group. But it was difficult when there were little to no people who spoke my language, constantly creating a conflict in communication with me and explaining my lonesome situation.

The language barrier, in a big group like that, ultimately would lead me to being the weak one and I believed it would eventually be left behind. So I always left before they could leave first, I figured it was the safest thing for me.

But now, looking up at the man above me as he points his revolver in my face, I can't help but think I could've avoided this if I would've just stayed with one of the many groups I've abandoned.

I watch as the group yells to each other, arguing over my presence as hateful words and furrowed brows pass through every expression of those around me. The man above me does not hesitate, he just continues to stare at me, ignoring the man behind him, tugging on his shoulder.

I gasp, clutching my hand to my chest that I previously landed on, a crack resounding around us at the hard landing. Tears fill my eyes as my lips part, shaking my head as the red-faced man asks me angry questions, cocking his gun after I don't answer after a few moments.

"No English." I gasp, finally forming the words as the man's face falls, turning to the kinder looking man behind him with a confused look. I look to the women above me, their eyes sorry as one of them sends me a soft, sad smile.

The man with the longer hand places a hand on the angry mans chest, forcing him back and away from me and he looks down at me with a soft smile. Kneeling down in front of me, he looks a bit awkward as he holds a hand out to me but my brows just furrow. He points to his wrist and then to mine and realization wafts over me and I realize he's talking about my injured arm. I nod hesitantly, still cautious of the rest of them around us who are whispering under their breath and giving me careful looks.

The kinder man in front of me takes my arm in his hand gently, examining the bruised tissue. He clicks his tongue and turns to the tall pretty woman behind him that he refers to as 'Sasha' and he asks for something, holding his free hand out to him.

She rustles through her bag for a few moments until she finds what she's looking for, handing a roll of medical wrap to him. He turns to me again and holds it up in the air before pointing to my wrist. I nod, giving him silent permission as he works on wrapping my wrist and forearm tightly, small, painful hisses leaving me every once in a while.

When he's done, I told my arm to my chest once more and shift in my spot so my legs are curled up beneath me. My eyes flicker back and forth between the mans kind eyes and he signs, reaching up to run a hand through his hair before pointing to himself.

"Daryl." He smiles and holds a hand out to me to shake, introducing himself in a much kinder way than his friend did just minutes ago. I take his hand in mine, shaking it politely before finding my voice once more.

"Y/n."

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Wingman — Akaashi Keiji

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Summary: Bokuto heard you like Akaashi and decides to be your wingman. It goes about as well as it sounds.

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Rating: Fluff, humor (SFW)

Word Count: 1,779

“Do you like Akaashi?”

You choked on your rice at Bokuto’s sudden question, sending you into a violent coughing fit as you pounded on your chest in an attempt to clear your throat.

“I’m sorry, what?!” You said once you could speak, taking a large swallow of water from your bottle.

Bokuto looked blankly at you, owlishly, which was sort of his default expression. “I asked if you liked Akaashi.”

You sent a glance to Yukie, who seemed to be trying her best to look innocent.

“Who,” you said pointedly, and you watched Yukie’s facade break, just a smidge, “told you something like that?”

Bokuto inclined his head in said girl’s direction. “Her.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Yukie, I told you not to tell anyone. And you told him of all people?”

A pause, then offense flashed across Bokuto’s face. “Hey!”

Yukie made a pained noise. “I’m sorry! It kind of just… slipped out. We were talking about how Akaashi never seems to date anyone, and I remembered what you told me and I just… I couldn’t stop talking!”

“No offense, Yukie, but Bokuto isn’t the best at keeping secrets.”

“Hey hey, I can keep secrets!”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, hands flattened against your temples.

“Okay, prove it by keeping this one. I haven’t told Akaashi because I’ve never seen him ever show me any sign that he feels the same.”

Bokuto took a large bite of his sandwich. “Just tell ‘im anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You sighed. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgusting. And I dunno, he could reject me?”

Bokuto swallowed loudly, a splitting grin growing on his face.

“Well, what about this, (L/N). How about I be your wingman? Ey?”

Your mind flooded with all the ways that idea could go wrong, and the bad outweighed the good.

“No. No, Bokuto—“

“Come on, (L/N), let me help! I know Akaashi better than anyone, we’re best friends! I wanna do this for you, come on, let me!”

Bokuto was relentless on and off the court, and he was hard to argue with. He did know Akaashi the best, you’d give him that, even while you were friends with the quiet setter as well. Being team manager with Yukie really did have its perks.

And Akaashi really was too pretty for his own good.

You could benefit from Bokuto’s help, even if something would undoubtedly go terribly wrong in the process.

“Fine,” you relented, resulting in loud cheers, the sounds drawing the attention of the people eating lunch around you.

You exchanged a weary look with Yukie.

“I hate you,” you said, and she smiled.

“I know.”

Your eyes flicked back to Bokuto, who was bouncing in his seat.

“I have a plan.”

You put another bite of rice in your mouth. If this was going to be as insane as you thought it was going to be, you’d need a full stomach.

“Tell me.”

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Bokuto’s plan was horrible.

The first one he gave you involved you just walking up and kissing Akaashi, but your use of some choice language in response to that made Bokuto change tactics.

“Go into a closet—“

“No.”

“I could lock—“

“Bo!”

He groaned. “Let me talk!”

“Then stop giving me plans that could result in me being utterly humiliated!”

“Fine! Then try this. Just get him alone after practice and ask him to walk you home.”

You frowned. “We do that every day anyway. We live two houses apart.”

“Toss him some sets!”

Yukie made a frustrated noise. “I’m going to lock you in the club room.”

You gave her a fearful look. “Me?”

“No. Bokuto. But maybe you if we can’t come up with something.”

You closed your now empty lunch box. “So you’re in on this too, now?”

She grinned. “I’ve always been in on this.”

Anger simmered in the pit of your stomach. “Did you tell him on purpose?”

“What?” Yukie said, then paled. “No. That really was an accident. All I’m saying is I support you.”

“Well,” you sighed, “that’s something, I guess.”

“Lock you in the club room!” Bokuto cried, and the expression on his face coupled with the triumphant tone in his voice made it seem very much like he’d struck gold.

You paused. “What?”

“I was joking, Bo,” said Yukie.

“No, but it could work!”

It could. But you were pretty sure Akaashi had a key, so it would be kind of useless to put him in a situation he could easily get out of. And, to further this, you also had a key. Bokuto pouted when you relayed this to him.

“Come on, (L/N), let me be your wingman!”

You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t that what I’m doing? All you’re giving me is stuff like ‘lock yourself in a closet.’”

“It could work!”

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period, and you stood up, stretching your arms above your head.

“I’ll see you guys at practice,” you said, “text me if you get any new ideas.”

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Practice was somewhat of a nightmare. Of course, it went as well as it usually did, the gym full of Bokuto’s victorious shouts and Akaashi and the other club member’s sarcastic quips. But that wasn’t the problem. Every time something needed to be fetched or the water needed to be refilled, either Yukie or Bokuto, usually with matching grins, suggested you go with Akaashi. Akaashi, of course, shut this down fairly quickly since he had no need to assist you with such menial tasks.

But Bokuto didn’t stop there, no. It was too much to hope a hurricane would stop in its path.

Because during a break, Akaashi approached you.

“Is there any reason why Bokuto is constantly asking me to compliment you?”  He said as he dried his face with a towel.

You furrowed your eyebrows, dread sinking into the pit of your stomach. “He’s doing what?!”

“Asking me to-“

“No, I heard you. I just can’t believe he’s doing that.”

Akaashi blinked, oblivious to the situation. “Is there a problem, (L/N)?”

You sighed. “Yeah. No, I don’t know. This is a mess.”

From what Akaashi told you, Bokuto had started showering you with random compliments, then asked Akaashi if he agreed.

“I just want to know why he’s doing that. Do you think he has a crush on you?”

You shook your head. “No. This is… It’s something else. I don’t really want to talk about it, sorry Akaashi.”

He looked worried all of a sudden. “Is there something wrong?”

Your eyes went wide. “No! I’m fine, really. I just— I can’t talk about it.”

“Why?” Bokuto said, strolling over, and you deflated, “do you not trust him?”

“Bo,” you warned, speaking between gritted teeth, “not. Now.”

“Isn’t this what winging is?”

Akaashi looked deeply confused. “Winging? What is that supposed to mean? Did you make up a word for spiking?”

Bokuto seemed affronted. “No! I’m her… Her man wing—“

“It’s called wingman, Bo,” you muttered.

He was going to give you away.

“Tell him, (L/N), he thinks you’re pretty, smart-“

Akaashi blinked. “You asked me what I thought about that, Bokuto.”

Bokuto faked shock. “So you don’t really think those things?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

Bokuto gave a squawk you could only assume was a cry of victory. “See? See, (L/N) Akaashi thinks you’re pretty! You gotta tell him, tell him now!”

You looked at Bokuto with pure murder in your eyes, and he seemed to falter.

“Tell me what?!”

“Akaashi!” You cried, “talk to me outside, would you?”

You looked sharply at Bokuto.

You buried your head in your hands once you were outside. “ I might as well just come out and say it, because we both know Bokuto isn’t about to quit. That massive meathead is trying to be my wingman because he found out I like you today.”

You sent Yukie a murderous look as she passed the open door, raising your voice a bit as you spoke. “Because someone told him.”

She looked sheepish.

You closed the door, only breaking eye contact with her when you couldn’t keep in anymore due to the new barrier between you.

“Well, that’s fine,” Akaashi said, “I like you, too.”

You worried your lip between your teeth. “I understand if— Wait what?”

Akaashi looked at you blankly. “I like you too, (L/N).”

You were at a loss for words. “You never gave me any signs that you liked me too.”

Akaashi leaned against the door. “I walk you home every night.”

You frowned. “We’re literally neighbors.”

“That’s beside the point. Why do you think I bring you breakfast to eat while we walk to school?”

You blushed. “I thought you were being nice.”

“No,” Akaashi stepped forward, letting his hands fall to your shoulders, “no, (L/N). I like you. You’re an incredible person, and I thought I was making myself clear with my advances.”

Well, you decided, you were a dumbass.

“Wanna… Go get something to eat sometime?” You asked, voice quiet, and Akaashi nodded.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He kissed you, and you swear you forgot how to breathe, that you forgot your own name. You sighed softly, reaching up to thread your fingers into his hair. Akaashi was an intense young man, and kissing him, even if it was simple and innocent, was just as intense. You felt him wrap his arms around your waist with a heartbreaking tenderness, nose brushing yours as his lips pressed and ghosted against your own.

It was cold outside, but you didn’t care, not when his lips were so soft and gentle.

The door opened abruptly and you heard a shout that could only have belonged to Bokuto. You felt Akaashi smile against your mouth before he pulled back.

“I am the best wingman!” He cried, “Hey, hey, hey!”

You laughed. It felt good to laugh, especially when Akaashi was still holding you so close.

“You are, Bo,” you confirmed, resulting in more cheering.

“Akaashi got a girlfriend!” He shouted as he ran inside, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is that what you want to be?” Akaashi asked, and you nodded.

“Yes.” You were unable to hide your grin.

“Then it’s official.” Akaashi kissed your nose, then stepped back.

“I will hold your hand when we walk home.”

You blushed at his bluntness. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Nice pun!” You heard Yukie shout, and you groaned.

“I hate both of you!”

You didn’t. But the smile that ghosted Akaashi’s lips as you said the words was worth it.

So was the burning kiss he gave you after practice, and the feeling of his hand in yours as you walked home.

Maybe having Bokuto’s help, as disastrous as it had been, wasn’t so bad after all.

[novawrts]

7-letter word

Riven x Fairy Reader

Request: “a Riven one where they’ve been friends for a while and constantly flirt and everyone is going insane about it because why the hell aren’t they together yet? And then a near threatening situation with maybe a burned one or something similar makes them confess finally.”

A/N: Requested by @oneflewoverthenewtmasnest. I hope you will like it! Also, English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes.

Warning: None.

“Good morning to the most beautiful Fairy and to the most beautiful Fairy only,” there were only two reactions possible at Riven’s words: Sky and Stella’s one which consisted of rolling exaggeratedly their eyes, or yours, smiling. “Good morning to you too handsome,” you greeted him, waiting for Doris to heat up the water of your tea in the cafeteria queue. “I’ve got this,” he said to you while grabbing your tray and his once done. “Is it me or does it look worse than last year?” You stated, looking at everyone food as you sat at a table in the middle of the dining hall. “Well… We still can go to my room if you want a satisfying breakfast, you know,” you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words unlike Stella who pushed her food away with disgust before even touching it. “Thank you, Riven, for spoiling my appetite.”

As it went on, Sky pointed it out that classes will start soon and if the boys wanted to stop by their dorm beforehand they better had to go now. “See you later at practice?” Riven asked, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Sure. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” with that confirmation he got up from the bench and leaned towards you, his greyish green eyes locked on yours. “While I will miss that face until then,” he winked at you and straightened up as you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, watching him left with his best friend.

Riven had a grin plastered on his lips something that had certainly not escaped the notice of the other Specialist. “What’s your excuse for not dating her again?” Sky wondered, more amused than actually confused by the current situation. “We’re friends mate,” and his answer could have been unquestionable if it wasn't for the clench of his jaw when he had slightly turn his head your way. By the time his gaze shifted back to you, your attention was on a relatively fed up Stella. “Why aren’t you acting on it yet exactly?” The Light Fairy snapped, leaving you quite befuddled. “Acting on what?” Her shoulders went down as she sighed loudly at your question. “On the constant flirting since year one!” She shouted like it was the most obvious of things. “We are friends Stel.”

Friends. A 7-letter word that you and Riven have put a lot of efforts into to describe your relationship, much to Sky and Stella dismay. It had been a while now that you had lost count of the number of attempts to make you confessed possible feelings for each other. Both supposedly contented with the simplicity of at least one thing in your respective lives. Therefore, brushing off the conversation whenever they brought it back had become an art that you had learn to master even better than magic or a sword.

This sunny afternoon probably being one of the last, you put the shortcut to the training ground aside. It was when you heard it, when you heard them, in the greenhouse. “They are still students,” the voice, you were sure, belonged to Professor Harvey your Botany teacher. “They are Specialists, they have duties,” Mister Silva pointed out before hissing in pain. His recent infection surely didn’t get any better. “It’s a Burned One we’re talking about. Look what it did to the Solarians, to you Saul,” you frowned and thought, they couldn’t possibly wanted to send the Specialists to the barrier. “We have to prepare them, Ben,” the firmness of Headmistress Dowling made your heart sank, of course they were considering it.

“There you are,” Riven said happily after jumping off the elevated stand where him and Sky had started to warm up. “Sorry, I’ve been held back,” you had never lie to him before and in some way it wasn’t fully a lie, or at least it was what you convinced yourself of. After all, you had been held back, even it was by eavesdropping three authority figures of Alfea. “Alright, listen up everybody!” You hadn't noticed that Mister Silva had arrived, and despite the anger you felt towards him right now, you were glad he was here to prevent an imminent questioning from Riven. “You better go.”

You rarely seen him that good out there. He always was the best for you, no matter how many times Sky beat him, but today it didn’t happen even once. Surely it wasn’t thanks to your cheering. On other circumstances you would have be ecstatic but your mind kept creating scenarios in which they chose students to hunt down the Burned One with the battalion and Riven was always on the list. Despite the smiles you offered him throughout practice he perfectly could tell you were not your usual self.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked you the very second you reached out the waterfall near the Stone Circle, the place where you were spending time together since your first year. Your favourite spot. “I’ve heard something. That’s why I was late,” and so you recounted every words to Riven, shared every schemes possible. Your fear and your disappointment too. Now you understood why he hated being here. “We should have stay in the shack we found this summer and locked ourselves in,” he muttered, head down. “I’m serious Riv,” you protested over of the disconcerting calm he was showing. “So am I! Everybody plays pretend in this damn school and I don’t want to anymore! Not with you,” he paused for a moment, gesturing his arms in defeat. “I mean... Will it that bad? Us.”

You had stayed silence until he get down the rock he stood on to reduce the distance between you. You had a hard time realizing what Riven just told you. It wasn’t another one of your stupid dreams. It wasn’t Sky or Stella playing matchmakers. It was your friend, your friend you had always love, who was finally opening up to you about his feelings. “No. No, it wouldn’t be that bad,” you whispered while resting your hands on his shoulders. Your eyes switching between his and his lips as he put his forehead against yours, just to lean his face further to kiss you.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Hello! I hope you are having a good day/night. May I ask for axis and allies plus spain, romano and prussia speaking to their s/o in their native language? Thank you very much! -Humble Anon💕

A very good morning/afternoon/evening to you as well, lovely!

When I began brainstorming these, I kept approaching this ask with the thought in mind that the S/O's first language is not the same as that of the Nation's, and aren't quite completely fluent as of yet. It made it a little bit easier for me to write, and offered me just a little more leeway to daydream. ^_^;

America:

Alfred really only does so when he's super tired, stumbling into the kitchen with bedhead to grab his first five cups of coffee, half-flopping on you as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek- ruined by his yawn- accent stronger than normal as he rumbles out a good morning, asks how you slept. He rambles lightly about his weird-ass dreams, making you smile just from his annunciations. At some point, he remembers to start translating, swapping over to the dialect you're most familiar with mid-sentence.

Canada:

Oddly enough, Matthew plays Language Tag more frequently than Al, but more often than not, it's usually an unrefined Franglish that has always irritated Francis and Arthur. (He enjoys this fact, just a little.) Around you, however, it really only flares up in moments where he's just so overwhelmed and in awe, taken aback by how much he's in love with you. Most of his petnames for you are in English, but those moments where you're both spending a lazy evening in bed, he'll happily shower you with all kinds of cheesey compliments in French, teasingly poking your nose every time you try to get him to translate.

China:

Yao has a habit of slipping back to Chinese on a whim, honestly oblivious to the fact most of the time. You've noticed it gets significantly worse whenever he's stressed, and you've learnt some very colourful nicknames for the Others over the years because of it. Despite his seemingly incessant need to pace while venting, you always manage to coax him into your arms, steadily working your fingers across his back, easy out the knots that had been plaguing him. Meetings always brought him stress, but after a good rant and a few moments of your grounding touch, he's sighing away all remaining agitation, slowly bringing himself back to you and apologising for the slip.

England:

One of Arthur's greater strengths comes in linguistics. While he would much rather prefer a courtship with an English speaker, he's not going to deny himself happiness just because of a silly little language barrier. He generally tries to keep everything on common ground, but his nicknames for you, and some of his more scandalising compliments, are murmurred in English. He always keeps it quiet, an intimacy reserved only for you. There's many a "dearest" and "darling" when first waking up in the morning, a languid greeting for the coming day. (Also, he swears mostly in English, so be careful if you decide to borrow any of his vocabulary.)

France:

Francis never hesitates to prattle in French; it's second nature to him. Sometimes, he'll hop between both yours and his preferred dialects several times in a single sentence. You know it's just part of who he is, and while it can be annoying some days, it is helping you improve your own fluency. There are also moments when he makes you weak, his expression uncharacteristically sincere, hands carefully clasping your own. He hums out a soft phrase, one you still haven't fully translated, leaning closer to caress your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek, any number of praises passing his lips.

Germany:

Ludvig, since Day One, has tried his best to make sure you're comfortable around him, and part of that is him keeping firmly to the language you are most familiar with. When coming across words he may not be entirely familiar with, or saying a more complicated phrase, his accent may sometimes come out a bit thicker than would be normal. The only time he really slips into German is when he's on the phone with folks from his government. You don't mean to eavesdrop on the latter, but you do enjoy how much deeper his voice tends to get when he's being "professional." Secretly though, you have to admit his voice when he sleeptalks is your favourite of them all. 

Japan:

Kiku constantly, and often unnecessarily, goes out of his way to make sure that you're comfortable, and despite your arguing against it, one of his ways of trying to do so is to only stick the language you both share. Frankly, you love hearing him speak Japanese, even though you really only hear it when he's at the store, and sometimes to the servers during date night. You love how gentle his voice is, his accent adding almost a sweetness to his words. Lately, you've been debating how to tell him that you'd like to hear it more, but for now you savour the little pieces you've collected over the past few months.

Prussia:

You learnt some time ago that Gilbert quietly speaking in German actually helped you fall asleep significantly easier. For that reason, he primarily only does so while either headed to bed, or whenever you're spending an afternoon together in the library. He'll sometimes read to you, but mostly he tends to ramble. You only understand a handful of the things he's saying and assume that he's regaling you with tales of days long past. In reality, he's running through his checklist for car parts he wants to fix, complaining about something stupid Roderich did back in 1648, and most often- when you're on the cusp of sleep, breathing deep and relaxed, his hand resting on your back- he's listing off every single thing he's come to love about you, not as afraid of his vulnerability when you're hardly conscious enough to hear it.

Romano:

Lovino spent too long relearning Italian to ever abandon it, even for your sake. He casually weaves it into regular conversation, the endearments, greetings, exclamations, and nicknames fluidly blending into the ordinary. He figured out quite a while ago that you actually enjoyed his "slip ups," so he's especially generous on date nights, about half of the words he's saying falling around you in his unique dialect. He once told you that you should be grateful, that he was blessing you with "the most beautiful language in the world." And begrudgingly, lost in his smile and the way the candlelight makes his eyes spark, you have to agree.

Russia:

Over time, one of your favourite pastimes with Ivan has becoming hunkering down on a settee by the fireplace, where he'll work on his knitting. The best part of these moments, especially on particularly frigid mornings where you've no obligations, is that Ivan will start to sing to himself, always pieces in Russian. Sometimes they're lullabies he's picked up from the royal families over the years, sometimes they're peasant rhymes he's known since childhood, and on some rare occasions, he'll sing something from an opera he fell in love with back in 1872. He'll often pepper in a few casual words here and there, always with a lightness to it, but you're absolutely addicted to how full his voice sounds when he sings.

Spain:

Antonio is actually the worst of the bunch. He can and will ramble in Spanish, a lot, so much so that some of it has permanently rooted itself into your own vocabulary, some of your replies slipping out without pause these days. He tends to catch onto his slip-ups quickly at least, quickly sliding back into your shared venacular with a quick apology. Still, you'll often hear him singing in Spanish, greeting the plants in Spanish, talking to the cats in Spanish. He's particullarly bad at losing himself whenever he's invested in a football match, or if you happen to catch him irritated about politics. Tonio has taught you quite a few colourful curses over the years, smattered with some day-to-day phrases you've both come to recite by default.

Veneziano:

Feliciano is surprisingly good at sticking to the language you feel most comfortable with, though he's notorious at mucking up the number of syllables in certain words. You have a strong suspicion he does this intentionally, this elongation solely designed to annoy you, especially as he always seems slightly bemused each time he does it. Regardless of how annoying he can be in your language, you do love eavesdropping on his conversations with his brothers, chattering away in Italian, his words and hands moving far too quickly for you to even hope to follow along. There's something so soothing in listening to him speak, even if he is producing 500 words per minute.

Thanks for the ask, Anon! I hope you enjoyed~

[dameronology]

more than anything {poe dameron}

summary: poe can be oddly insightful in his own way, and with the pressure of the resistance pulling you down, it's exactly what you need (for @disastersim !! i hope you enjoy angel <3)

warnings: language, one slight innuendo

enjoy!

- jazz

Working for the Resistance could be exhausting in every sense of the worst - emotionally, physically, mentally. Constantly fighting for a cause that had no guaranteed pay off was beyond challenging and the fight - the wars and the battles and the bloodshed - didn't seem to be coming to an end anytime soon. There were days where you made leaps and bounds towards entirely wiping out the First Order, in the same way that there were days when they made strides towards completely wiping out your side of the fight. It was a constant tug of war between good and bad; of course, it wasn't all that black and white, but it was difficult to see what anyone saw in the First Order's extreme principles. That was especially the case when your own comrades packed up and left the base to join them. With that said, there were more than enough people who left that side to come to yours. Ones who saw the Resistance as a source of hope- a light at the end of an awfully fucking long tunnel.

That's what you had to constantly remind yourself off: light. Hope. Courage. All the things that you'd sworn to fight for as long as you could remember - the very values that you so desperately held onto in an attempt to not completely lose it - and the ones you kept so close to your heart. Sometimes, it was easy to do so; easy to believe that the Resistance was going to pull through and that light would shine on the galaxy once again. Other times? Not so much. It was normal to have dark days and sad days but as of late, it had been dark weeks and sad weeks. Your team of fellow mechanical engineers had done their best to lift your spirits, but the weight on your soul was a little too much. It was just something that would have to pass naturally.

It had been effecting your sleep too, to the point where you found yourself wandering the base alone at night. The only other people who were awake were those on the nightshift, and the occasional droid that would whirr around the corner. From where you sat in the garage, you would hear the clank clank clank of Threepio fumbling about the base - he would sometimes say hello, and other you help with whatever it was that you were repairing or tinkering with. For the most part, though, he kept to himself. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, because his famous catchphrase of we're doomed! wasn't entirely the best thing for your morale.

So, there you were at 3AM, Poe's t-shirt hanging off your shoulders and the contents of his X-Wing laid out in front of you. Really, you were just taking it apart and putting it back together as a past time - like some kind of weird puzzle - but you were also looking at potential improvements. His only request was that you made it faster, which seemed a bit counter-intuitive when he of all people could have learnt the value of slowing down. The man was like a whirl wind, breezing in and out of different missions and meetings, barely stopping to take a break to think. The only time he truly and really calmed down was when he was with you; you were his safe space, and the only place he could let his barriers down. The pilot spent hours upon hours curled up against you, murmuring sleepily about nothing and everything all at once.

"This is a stupid time to be awake." (Speak of the devil, and thou shall appear).

Tossing your spanner down, you turned around to see Poe. He was leaning against the door, brown hair tousled with sleep and dark eyes heavy with his remaining tiredness. He was a heavy sleeper, so more often than not he didn't even realise you were gone - but if he woke up and saw your absence, there wasn't a chance in hell that he could get back to sleep. He needed you beside him at the best times, but especially at night.

"I couldn't sleep," you confessed.

"There's been a lot of that going around lately," Poe replied. He slowly approached you, holding out his arms as he did so that you could fall against his chest.

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, there's a stupid owl outside my window that woke me up," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gently tangled your fingers together and brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. "I sent BB-8 to deal with it."

"Of course you did," you smiled. "I just gotta put this back together and I'll come back to bed."

"What's keeping you up?" Poe asked. "You've been really quiet lately."

You'd always been hesitant to tell Poe about your doubts: he was the epitome of what a good Resistance fighter was, and the beating heart of the entire cause. He never seemed to slip up, or lose hope, to the point where you sometimes wondered if he was naive. It did make sense, after all - his mother had fought hard for the Rebellion, as had his father. Having perfect balance of a rebellious side and a heart of pure fucking gold was probably engrained into his very D.N.A.

"There's a lot on my mind," you admitted. "It never seems to quieten down."

"I get that," Poe gave your hands a light squeeze. "Wanna talk about it?"

"It's probably dumb-"

"- your feelings are always valid, even if they're dumb."

Hopping up onto the wings of the jet beside you, he stuck out his hand and helped you clamber up beside him. The hangar itself was freezing cold - even in the tropical climate of Ajan Kloss - so he wound an arm around your side, pulling you closer to keep you warm. Just Poe's presence alone was enough to pull your mind out the dredges, and the gentle smell of his shower gel and aftershave was a comfort too. It was a mixture of spicy and sweet.

"Go on," Poe said. "I'll be your therapist for the next ten minutes, and then forever if you want."

"What do you charge per hour, Doc?"

He nudged your side with a grin. "We'll get to that later."

You rolled your eyes, but continued all the same. "Everything's just been a lot, lately. All the fighting and the missions, and we keep having set back after set back and I'm tired. I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I have no way of shifting it."

Poe's brown eyes flickered away from you for a minute as he pondered on your statement. Unbeknownst to you, he absolutely related - despite his outwards hopefulness and resilient exterior, he had days where he was exhausted too. It was made even more so by the fact that people turned to him to keep them encouraged too - he did have his own brand of ironic wisdom, after all - and it really took it out of him. It was like everybody around him expected him to keep them afloat when he felt like drowning.

"I understand," Poe replied. "The galaxy is a demanding place and sometimes it's more than we can handle. I have days where I feel like everything is going wrong and I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep forever."

"Sounds so tempting," you murmured.

"It does, but that's not how it works, sadly," he continued. "You just gotta...push forward, you know? That's much easier said than done but I find the trick is to take it day by day. Have some caff, get a hug from your favourite person and just pull through til you can collapse into bed and hide under the covers."

"And you do that? Every day?"

"Not everyday," Poe said. "There are good days too, like the ones where we get to eat lunch together, or the ones where BB-8 hacks the big screen in the canteen and shows the video of Hux falling over."

You couldn't help but laugh at that. The little droid had his own way of brightening the lives of those around him, but it was that video in particular that never failed to make you laugh. He'd accidentally recorded it on a break out mission and whenever people needed reminding that the slimy bastards at the First Order weren't completely untouchable, BB-8 would be on it.

"I love those days too," you gently smiled. "The whole day by day things sounds a lot more manageable than trying to digest the concept of time as a whole."

"Exactly," Poe nodded. "And you gotta find joy in those little things. Like, whenever I'm having a really bad day, I'll come and find you and annoy you. That little smile you get when you're trying really hard not to crack and laugh at me always makes things a thousand times better."

"I like that," you replied.

"Then one day, when we've won this fight and we can go home, we can still take things day by day, but it'll be little steps towards other things, like...marriage? I think that's the next logical step."

You thinned your eyes at him. "Is this a proposal?"

"If you have to ask whether it's a proposal, then it's not a proposal," Poe shot back. "You'll know when I'm asking you to marry me."

"I look forward to it," you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for listening to me. You can be weirdly philosophical."

"I'm smart and good looking," Poe cheekily grinned. "Man, I really am the whole package."

"And moment's gone-"

"- I'm sorry!"

He quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His cheek was pressed up against your forehead, stubble tickling your skin as he held you, softly swaying from side to side.

"I love you," he murmured. "And truth be told, that's the thing that gets me through those bad days."

"You going soft on me, Dameron?" you quietly joked. "I love you too - more than anything."

Poe released his grip on you before taking your hand and helping you climb down from the jet. You still had a few hours till you had to be up and now that the emotional weight on your brain had been relieved ever-so-slightly, you were more than ready to collapse beside the pilot and get some much needed rest.

What Poe had said had begun to change your perspective on things; rather than viewing the galaxy as one whole glob of shitty things, you had to go through it with a fine toothed comb. Find the little things that were sprinkled amongst the bad things, like the way Poe looked at you with a sparkle in his eyes, or the way Finn laughed at words that sounded naughty but weren't naughty. Then there were the times when Leia would give you warm hugs, and when Rey would try and make everyone pancakes on quiet moments.

So yes, the galaxy could suck and yes, the Resistance could be tough, but you had the best people around you. They were the life support that was going to help you see it through.

"C'mon, baby," Poe tugged your arm slightly. "Let's go to bed."

"Yeah," you replied. "Let's."

He wound his arm around you and held you tightly, guiding you back to your room.

[hungry-tum-stuff]

Dueling Peaks Region - Kakariko Village

BOTW Regional Food Series: Part 2

Description: Link shows up to Kakariko village with an empty tummy, but Impa, Paya, and the rest of the residents are more than happy to point him in the direction of some food.

Contents: Hunger, Stuffing

\\TW: Descriptions of Hunger, Amnesia

Link had made it to Kakariko village. This was the first place the Old Man had told him to go after leaving the Great Plateau, and for good reason. Impa was here to fill him in not just on the events of 100 years ago, but also tell him the story of what had happened 10,000 years ago. 100 or 10,000, the amount of time didn’t make much of a difference to Link. It all seemed like a lifetime ago, especially considering he couldn’t remember any of it.

It felt like this was his first time hearing about the divine beasts, but he knew he should remember more about them. Impa spoke like he remembered them, so he should probably try to regain those memories.

“You really ought to go see Vah Ruta first, the Zora are in quite a dire situation… Their home is close to here, in the Lanayru region, and…” She paused, narrowing her eyes. “Link, are you listening to me?”

Link startled and nodded. Apparently he’d zoned out a bit. ‘Trying to remember Mipha… You told me she piloted Vah Ruta’ He signed, and Impa nodded and sighed.

“Well, that’s exactly why I’m sending you to Purah. She’ll be more than happy to fill you in on the divine beasts, as well as the shrine of resurrection. She’ll also be able to tell you whether or not you can recover your memories” She insisted. Link just nodded slowly, then raised his hands to sign a question.

‘Who’s Purah?’

“Oh, now I know you haven’t been listening to me. Do I need to have Purah check your attention span, too? I already told you she’s-“ Impa was cut off by a loud rumble from Link’s tummy, and Link’s face flushed as he quickly slapped his hands against his stomach. Impa just shook her head. “You really haven’t changed a bit, no wonder you’re so distracted. When’s the last time you ate?” Link thought hard for a moment, then slowly held up two fingers.

“Two days? Boy, why didn’t you tell me that when you first got here?” Impa scolded, and Link just looked down guiltily before signing his response.

‘Needed to see you.’

“Well if you’re that hungry, I coulda waited. I know you’re set on getting your memories back, but you won’t be able to remember a darn thing if you starve to death. And you certainly won’t be saving our princess when you’re so scrawny” She shook her head. “Paya dear, would you mind taking Link to get some food? I’m sorry you have to babysit our hero, seeing as he can’t take care of himself”

Link’s face flushed again, and Paya, who had been standing quietly next to her grandmother, stood suddenly at attention again. “O-Oh, of course! I, well, I’ll just show you to the store! Then maybe we can, cook something?” Paya suggested hesitantly. Link stood up and nodded in agreement to her plan, and Paya just sighed with relief as she nodded back and quickly began leading Link out of Impa’s house.

As soon as they stepped outside, Link’s stomach growled again, and Paya couldn’t help but giggle.

“I guess you’re not just a stoic hero after all… After all the stories my grandma told about you, and when she constantly reminded us that you were going to return to save Hyrule and the princess one day, she kinda made you seem larger than life…” Paya blushed a little. “B-But uh, I guess you’re just like everyone else! And that means you get hungry, so let’s get you something to eat” She rambled, almost dragging him down the steps and into the village.

Link followed along, looking around interestedly at every building, but as they approached the door to the shop, Link stopped short, stopping Paya in her tracks as well. A little girl was cooking right outside of the shop, and the smell had just hit him, making his mouth pool with saliva and sending a pang of hunger tearing through his stomach. Paya looked between Link and the girl for a moment before realizing what had caught Link’s attention, and she smiled a bit, waving at the girl.

“Hello Koko! What’re you making?” The girl looked up from stirring her food in the pot, and she smiled excitedly, motioning for Paya and Link to come over.

“I’m making Meat-Stuffed Pumpkins! I think I got the recipe just right this time, so I made a lot! Do you wanna try some?” She offered excitedly. Paya nodded. “Of course I would, but only if my new friend can have some too” She motioned to Link, who was still staring at the cooking pot with both hands clutching his grumbling tummy. Koko looked at him closely for a moment, as if sizing him up, before nodding. “Okay, he can have some. Who are you anyways, mister?”

Link, a bit startled by the sudden question, quickly spelled out his name: ‘L-I-N-K.’

Koko just tilted her head.

“What’re you doing with your hands?” Paya quickly realized the language barrier and nodded assuringly towards Link.

“He’s speaking Hylian Sign, Koko. He introduced himself, his name is Link” Koko still looked a little confused.

“But why can’t he just talk?” She asked as she taste-tested the pumpkins. Paya looked a bit lost on an explanation, as did Link, but thankfully neither of them had to explain. A man had come out of the shop to scoop Koko up in his arms, making her giggle and cling to him in a tight hug.

“Best not to bother strangers about their business, right Koko?” He asked, clearly having overheard the end of their conversation. Koko nodded, and the man set her down again. “So, how’s dinner looking?”

“It’s all done! Paya and her friend are gonna have some too” She insisted.

“Is that why you cooked five pumpkins?” He asked. Koko shook her head.

“No, I just had a lotta pumpkins” The man chuckled and shook his head.

“Koko, even I can hardly finish one. We’re going to have a lot of leftovers, you know that right?”

They did not, in fact, have leftovers.

There were five pumpkins and five people, including Koko’s little sister Cottla and their father, Dorian. The two girls split one, Paya and Dorian were able to finish most of theirs, but Link was able to finish his whole pumpkin.

And he still had room for more.

Paya and Dorian didn’t hesitate to hand their leftovers over to the hungry hero, and when he finished those, Dorian offered Link the one leftover pumpkin.

How was he supposed to refuse?

“You sure know how to eat, kid” Dorian chuckled, watching Link scarf down his third serving of stuffed pumpkin. “Paya, where’d you say you found this guy?”

“Well, he found us, Mr. Dorian. He’s the hero from Impa’s stories, the one who fell protecting the princess 100 years ago” Dorian looked between Paya and Link before shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well I’ll be, I’m havin’ dinner with a living legend”

“Well, he acts less like a legend than I would have expected…” Paya giggled as Link finished his last serving. As soon as he did, he immediately realized how much he’d overdone it. He looked down, and his stomach was round and heavy, to the point of pressing against his shirt. He pressed a hand against it as it gurgled, his stomach was certainly not going to be quiet as it tried to digest two whole pumpkins after two days without a solid meal. Without thinking, Link sat back and let out a soft groan, beginning to rub his distended belly. However, those surrounding him all turned to look, as that was the most vocal he’d been all throughout dinner.

“Are you alright Link?” Paya asked worriedly. Link flushed slightly but nodded, patting his tummy contently before signing a profuse ‘Thank you, very good’ to Koko and her family. Paya smiled.

“He says thank you Koko, your cooking was really good” Koko just beamed, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“Of course, mister! You can come back and have dinner with us anytime you want” She insisted. Link was a little shocked at the offer, but he nodded, and signed another ‘thank you.’

He’d definitely be coming back to Kakariko for the food.

[dooandpoo]

Boo’s clown thoughts about Dan

I just re-watched the Heartthrob video from 2018. I have listened to Dan and Phil playing Heartthrob in 2021. I have watched compilations of Dan and Phil’s liveshows and ✨ gay moments ✨ throughout the years. I am officially qualified to make reaching assumptions about Dan’s psyche, and his taste in men 💅. (I am a clown.)

Dan hides many of his feelings under sarcasm. This essay is predicated on a combination of assuming many of his jokes are actually his real feelings, and also taking into account things he has said with sincerity.

First, he wants to fix people. His whole perspective of Bobby changes when the card “never been kissed” is added — Dan gets all soft and literally says “that’s a game changer”. Phil thinks the same, suggests that everything else of Bobby is bravado, to which Dan heartily agrees. Dan loves himself some 💪 meaty men 💪, but gravitates more to the men that seem soft or personable. “Never been kissed” is a big deal for a cool sexy rich guy in high school, and Dan just knows that he could take care of him. It brings Bobby back down to earth, makes him feel real, makes him someone that Dan could relate to. Dan is obsessed with cleaning, takes forever to plan things, gets worked up when things aren’t perfect, must be in control. But he’s drawn to the imperfect, knows that he can do something with it. Someone that’s already perfect isn’t interesting to Dan. But Bobby, who’s rich and sexy but never been kissed? That’s interesting to Dan, that’s someone he can work with.

Dan is a gold-digger 💷💰 (let me explain). Even before the kissing detail is learned about Bobby, Dan chose him to go to the party with just because he’s rich, because his house would be cool, and Dan could pretend to like him for a night of luxury. Dan is a minimalist, he enjoys things to be simple in his life (as stated in the pizza mukbang video), but he loves opulence .... but not for himself. This is fascinating — Dan doesn’t parade his current wealth around, actively works against it. But. He wants to go to a party at a fancy house with a pool, hang off the arm of some cool guy. He wants to have a “team of stylists” for red carpet events to choose his outfits and dress him up all pretty for the world to see. He loves his fancy trips to beautiful places. He gives his Sims elegant and gaudy accessories and furnishings, splurging in a way he never would in real life. This boy loves him some extravagance and attention, wants to parade around looking like a snack, even though most of the time he prefers being low-key.

Dan loves cultivating a specific image for himself. He spent much of his teenage and young adult life trying to fit in, making sure his hair is perfect, making sure his photos are from the perfect MySpace angle, not being “gay”. His Instagram is a wall of black, broken up by only a few things. This is partially because he doesn’t like choice, can’t commit to things when it’s his decision. He can’t choose something “wrong”. See the mukbang video where Phil suggests just picking different clothes from along the line in his closet, and Dan says “that’s how you get ensembles that look like this” indicating Phil’s absurd get-up. Dan can’t imagine just throwing things on willy-nilly, he must present a completely unified vision of himself to the world. In the Attitude shoot, he was devastated that he couldn’t wear the cool boots, that his hair was too long. He secretly wished that it was a nude or horny photoshoot, joking about this during their first Stereo, because he wants to be noticed in that way. He wants to be seen as sexy and cool, he loves it. He wants positive attention. His mid-2020 thirst post on Instagram is a perfect example of this, playing it off as silly when he clearly was really into it. He does this with most of his photos, needing to look a certain way so that the world sees him as cool and sexy even when he’s masking it behind sarcasm. He knows he’s cute, and flaunts it, even though “flaunting it” means he has to be in control of everything all the time.

Let’s go back to the 2018 Heartthrob. One of the boys’ personality traits is revealed to be “can’t wait to have kids”, and Dan is not having it. 🙅‍♂️ Now, Dan would describe that as his fear of commitment. But let’s look closer. Earlier that year, Dan and Phil met Louise’s newborn baby. Both boys go completely gooey the entire time, entranced by her. Dan gets this look in his eye when he hands Pearl to Phil. He watches Phil closely to make sure he’s holding her correctly, hovers and touches her, needing to protect and feel the inherent trust of a baby. He and Phil keep smiling, and then Dan — out of the blue — gets a far away look and comments that there will be phanfiction of him and Phil adopting a baby. Dan was thinking about having a baby with Phil. But he’s scared, because even though Dan would take care of his baby so well, he’d probably worry his ass off making sure the baby has everything. It’s not just the fear of commitment, it’s that he can’t trust himself to do it “correctly”. Even though he’s been with Phil for years, I think Dan second-guesses himself constantly. A baby, or even a dog, for that matter, would send his anxiety into overdrive, because he can’t be in complete control (even though he’d be the best dad and partner ever).

Time to think about thot Dan. In the end, Dan is horny. He visibly reacts to each of the Heartthrob boys that have their “guns out”, and doesn’t easily deny that he’s interested in Bobby for his arms. And Phil knows that. When Dan asks Phil why he thinks Dan chose Bobby ... Phil stalls. Phil does his best to justify his guess that Dan likes Bobby because of his random personality traits, because Dan would like being driven around in a nice car and to ask Bobby about his dream of being a secret agent, but Phil clearly thought Dan would choose Bobby because he knows Dan loves the meaty lads. Phil knows Dan well enough to know that this boy loves him some skin and some muscle showing. (Hmm, interesting that Dan likes his boys meaty 👀, and frequently refers to Phil as such, even at the beginning of this very Heartthrob video …. hmmmm ... says he’d like to receive a lapdance 💋 from Phil “for the spectacle” .... hmmmmmmmmm.)

Back to “commitment” 💍 issues. During a liveshow from the early danisnotonfire days, Dan is asked for relationship advice. Here, he is surprisingly honest and serious. He says to not stay in a relationship where you’re not happy. It seems simple, but Dan really digs deep here. Dan says that if you’re not going to marry a person, don’t stay with them for even a day longer. Dan said that. Dan is scared of trusting others, he is constantly sarcastic and talks about himself disparagingly, but he is self-aware enough to know that he wants commitment. He wants someone to love him forever, to be by his side. That’s why he says there’s no point in remaining in a relationship if you and the other person can’t see yourself together in 50 years. And Dan had been with Phil (in whatever way that means for them) for a few years at that point, completely comfortable with each other. They were already making huge decisions together, like living together and moving to London and starting a radio show and considering moving to New York together. Dan had committed to Phil at this point, knew that he could see himself still with Phil in 50 years. And Phil had committed to Dan, regardless of if Dan felt sure of that or not.

Even earlier than that, Dan had told a fan on formspring that he loves sleeping in the same bed as other people, not even in a sexual way. He loves human contact, sharing space 😌. We know this because he’s so open to hugs with his fans, wants people around to make him feel safe (by people I mean Phil), and is so exasperated by quarantine because he needs more touch and contact. (Tangent — Phil also loves physical touch, as stated in an old liveshow when he said he prefers cuddles to kisses, and is very handsy 👐 with Dan.)

This doesn’t end in physical touch though. He needs other people around. He wants a companion through life. He misses Phil when he’s gone because he’s scared of the house being empty, because Phil makes him feel safe. He wants another person in his bed because it feels nice to be with someone, knowing they’re there. He wants to have someone to work with, to connect with, to make music with, to share moments with. And now this boy has all of that. He has for the last ten-odd years. But this is scary. Dan isolated himself growing up, built barriers between himself and everybody else. He needs to be control of the situation at all times, embarrassed when he’s not. Dan uses self-deprecating language constantly, complains about his inability to connect with people. But he has Phil. Every day they’re together, I think Dan accepts just a little more that he can deserve happiness, that he won’t lose Phil, that Phil is not temporary. Phil shows him that he is worthy of affection, physical and otherwise, that Dan is allowed to reach out and it’s safe to do so. Dan doesn’t have to be alone anymore, he can reach out and Phil is there.

These nonsense ramblings are just to say that Dan has the perfect life partner in Phil. Phil balances him out, lets Dan be himself loudly and quietly, jokes when Dan is too serious. Phil will never leave him, proving that every day, making plans with Dan in mind. Phil is confident and self-assured where Dan is not. They ease each other’s anxieties, approach their fame in similar ways. They genuinely enjoy being together, not just in their personal life, but professionally as well. They are a perfect match, soulmates. 💕

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Din Djarin Trying to Celebrate Your Earthling Holidays: Valentine’s Day.

A/n: My first attempt at writing Din Djarin! I’ve become so immersed in the series that I wanted to share some fluff with you guys for Valentine’s Day. Little bit of a rough job so it’s more in image form. Happy day all <3

No Warnings.

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader.

Word Count: Roughly 1k.

Ever since you answered Grogu’s call, Din has been smitten for you. Maybe it was the draw of your force-abilities or the way you pledged your loyalty to protecting Grogu. But most-likely, his attachment stemmed from the way you attached yourself to the kid nearly as much as Din did. The Mandalorian didn’t need to be force-sensitive to feel the bond between you and Grogu. He could never be grateful enough. And thus, Din’s affection for you blossomed until it bloomed into something he could no longer contain. 

Grogu slept a lot. Being small and building up his tolerance to the force which constantly tested and wore him out.

That meant a lot of time with Din… alone.

And the Mandalorian wasn’t one for small-talk. So, he listened. He listened to you go on about your world, a distant and far away planet isolated from most of the other galaxies. Where the force was thinner, and there were no others of the force sensitive, that you’d known of. 

As time passed, you grew solemn around random dates, and when Din, in his beating around the bush way, would ask why the brightest smile on the Razor Crest would dim, the answer created a sinking feeling in his chest. Holidays. You were missing Earth holidays. A giving thanks, and another about a hefty man in a red suit delivering presents. That one seemed obscure to Din, but he saw the way you recoiled into yourself on that day. He’d sworn he saw a tear leave your eye, but you swiped it away with your sleeve before he could intervene. 

So, when he asked when the next holiday was, he made sure to know about it in advance. 

To his surprise, and not much surprised him, you laughed off the upcoming holiday. You told Din that it was an ‘absurd’ one, typically narrowing on romantic relationships. Partners would buy each other flowers and sweets, and declare their undying love for one another. But opposed to the last few holidays, you appeared to resent this one.

Din’s face was carefully concealed behind his helmet, thankfully so, because he wouldn’t know if his expression would give away his disappointment. For you to reject love, would mean to reject the way his heart beat for you.

Affection, romance… love… those were things that never came naturally for Din, or easily. The silver beskar is an easy barrier from him and all of those who wish to know him more romantically, more intimately. He was safe that way, distant. 

But you… you made him want to close that distance. His heart raced and his legs nearly gave out just by the small things that you do. Being a friend to Grogu while fighting to protect the little green guy. You could go from a battlefield of stormtroopers to picking up Grogu and tickling his stomach in a matter of seconds. The harsh reality unable to hinder your empathy and your good-will towards the thing Din cared about most in the world. Aside from you. 

As Valentine’s Day neared, Din could hardly suppress his feelings anymore. He thought about the warrant opposition you had for Valentine’s Day, but he wanted to bring a little bit of your culture to the Razor Crest. To make the Razor Crest your home. To make Din your home.

When the day arrived, Din landed the ship on the outskirts of a market somewhere in the midst of the Outer Rim. Under a ruse for supplies, he ducked out of the ship, suggesting that you stay with Grogu to continue his training. He hoped that you didn’t think him suspicious as he hurried towards the town. 

On the way back from the market, he walked through a meadow with pink flowers with yellow pistils in the center. His gloved fingers picked at one stem and he lifted his helmet enough to reveal his nose, bringing the petals close enough to get a whiff. Sugary and sweet, just like you. Din picked as many as he could carry. 

Upon his return, you and Grogu were outside of the ship, but neither of you acknowledged his presence. You sat beside his son in the patch of grass, eyes closed in meditation. Nature seemed to always call to you. Another thing Din admired about you.

He waited back on the ship, pacing the ship while holding the items. Now not sure how he should continue. He was losing his nerve. Maybe it was all too forward, maybe he shouldn’t have gotten you anything. Maybe-

You call out his name, and it draws his attention. You’re walking up the ramp holding Grogu, smiles on both of your faces. And he’s caught red-handed. Unaware of what he was doing, his stiff body language makes you look at what’s in his hands. Your brows furrow until Din sees the click of realization.

He extends the bouquet out to you. “I, uh… didn’t want you to miss another holiday.”

You put Grogu on the ground, and meet Din. Your expression even as you ask, “You got me flowers?”

Were you mad? Din couldn’t tell. He swallowed nervously, and his palmed sweated inside the gloves. Whoever expected to see a Mandalorian nervous in such a predicament? “And dessert.” He holds up a white box. “I don’t know what a plush bear is, but I got you a child’s toy. When you explained it it seemed similar enoug-” You throw your arms around Din, and the rest of his words are stuck in his throat. 

“I love it.” You pull away, taking your goodies from Din, looking down at them with the same excitement you hold for life. And he wants to make you feel like that as long as he’s able. 

“And I…” It’s not a word he’s ever said. Not for anyone or anything. But he felt it nonetheless. “You.”

[phantom-curve]

Congrats on reaching your follower milestone soon, dear! It was tough choosing a prompt because there are some really nice ones on the list—but I'll go with #2 aspectabund for Julie and Luke. I'd love to be less predictable and choose another 'verse than "gimme a chance" but I am weak. (Unless you’re really not feeling it, then I'd love to see a oneshot of your liking. No pressure. ♥️)

thank you!! and thank you for this prompt and pairing because I had actually imagined this exact scene weeks ago but I knew I wasn't going to be able to make it work in the full fic, so now I get to just write it as a deleted scene for you! in the timeline of the gimme a chance AU, this is set after the last deleted scene but before the scene with Alex and Reggie in chapter 6. just a little moment of Luke and Julie still not really knowing what they are but recklessly forging ahead anyway❤️ (with some Flynn backstory thrown in for good measure!)

aspectabund - letting emotions show easily through the face or eyes (Rated M for consistency, language, and a fairly suggestive setting)

Luke could study Julie in any light and find her beautiful, but there was something about seeing her under the dimmed interior lighting of the bar bathroom that felt particularly special. Maybe it was the way she seemed to glow underneath the muted lights that surrounded the bathroom mirror. Maybe it was because it was the first place he had ever experienced a softer, more vulnerable moment with her. Maybe it was because her presence alone somehow managed to turn even the grungiest of atmospheres into something beautiful and magical.

Whatever the reason, Luke had come to love the times he managed to steal away with her into the bathroom, losing himself in the feel of her lips pressed against his and her warm skin beneath his seeking fingers, every inch of him filled to the brim with thoughts of her and her alone. His port in the storm, the guiding light he couldn’t help but follow. Julie Molina, his brightest burning star.

Tonight was almost identical to every other night that Julie came by the bar. Another open mic, another flirty encounter exchanged via lyrics over shots of tequila, the background noise of whoever happened to be up on stage never quite loud enough to pull them out of their own little personal bubble. Dante was working, which meant Luke didn’t feel quite so bad about sneaking into the bathroom during his 10 to find Julie waiting, lips soft and inviting against his own, curves just as sweet as he remembered though always better than he imagined in his dreams at night. She had been driving him crazy all night in her cropped band tee and the jeans that he had a love/hate relationship with. Denim shouldn’t be allowed to look that good and then be that damned difficult to take off.

They had come together quickly, never willing to waste their stolen time together when there was a clock ticking and a bar still full of patrons just a door away. As much as it might feel like their own private world locked away in the bathroom, the real world still continued on outside without much cause for stopping. Tonight though, Luke couldn’t help but linger just a moment after he finally came down from the way Julie had left him gasping her name. Her head was still tucked into the crook of his neck, her hair even wilder than it had been when she first showed up. She was an absolute vision. A true goddess. It blew his mind she was even willing to give him the time of day, and he was constantly reminded of how lucky he was to have these small, stolen moments with her.

Julie seemed to notice his extra attention, pulling her flushed face clear of its hiding place and regarding him with a look that he couldn’t quite decipher. Soft, but still guarded. Their eyes met and he was so sure she would see it then. The love he was never able to fully hold back anymore. He studied her from head to toe, let his gaze caress every inch of her body with the kind of soft adoration that tended to make itself known the second she was within his vicinity these days.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Her question wasn’t an accusation, but Luke felt the need to hide from her probing all the same. It wasn’t her fault he had fallen in love with her. He didn’t get to force that on her when she hadn’t ever asked for it or encouraged it in the first place. His mind blanked for a moment, scrambling to come up with a plausible answer to her question. He blurted the first thing he could think of, not sure where the thought had come from but willing to follow it to the end if it meant insight into Julie and steering clear of his own emotional turmoil.

“Where does Flynn think you are when you come here?”

Julie pulled back further, her legs closing slightly as if it would force him out of his position there. Luke didn’t retreat. Kept his hands alongside the dip of her waist, fingers softly stroking the bare skin underneath the shirt she still wore. He made sure his gaze was soft and steady. He wasn’t trying to chastise her, just maybe understand her a bit better. She had said Flynn didn’t know about the nights she came to the bar, but there was no way her best friend was missing the fact that three nights out of the week, Julie wasn’t home until well past midnight.

“The library.”

The answer seemed so ridiculous that Luke couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. Julie’s arms folded across her chest, nose scrunching into an adorable pout that he wanted to kiss away. She tilted her head to the side, hair falling over her shoulder, and he could practically read her mind through the look on her face. She was not amused. Luke backpedaled a bit, trying to explain exactly why her cover up seemed so flimsy to him.

“You tell Flynn you’re going to the library and then you come home looking like that and she just...believes you’ve been at the library?”

Luke pointed towards the mirror behind them, and Julie turned to follow his finger. She seemed startled to see her own appearance: hair wild and mussed, cheeks still flushed with leftover satisfaction, lips swollen from his kisses, eyes shining in a way he had only seen right after he played for her and right after he made her fall apart with his touch. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, smoothing the smaller hairs along her temple as if that would control them. It didn’t do much, just like Luke knew it wouldn’t. Julie’s mouth twisted to the side in an annoyed grimace, and she turned away from the mirror to look up at him once more.

“Well, no. I tell her I’m going to the library when I leave the apartment, and then I usually do go there for a few hours before coming here. She’s always asleep by the time I get home. Flynn is a strict lights-out-at-10 type of girl, unless Carrie is the one keeping her up.”

A light shudder worked its way down Julie’s spine and Luke didn’t even try to think about the ways Carrie might be keeping Flynn awake past 10. Instead, he chose to focus on the minor revelations about the inner workings of exactly how Julie ended up at the bar every Tuesday and Thursday as well as most Saturdays.

“Huh. That weirdly makes sense for her. Yet another reason for her to hate me, I guess. Sleeping that early is for grannies and kids.”

He delivered the last line with a teasing smirk. He mostly meant it as a joke. It was easier to poke fun at Flynn if he was doing it in a way that also kind of poked fun at himself. Then it wasn’t so much him shit talking her as it was him admitting he wasn’t always his favorite person either. Julie must have seen something behind his eyes or on his face though because all of the sudden she softened, her hands raising from where they had been holding her up on the counter to cradle his face instead. The move was so intimate it made him want to purr. He settled for leaning into her hold, head turned to sneak a quick kiss against her palm. When he met her eyes, the guarded walls in her gaze had melted, leaving only a gentle kind of fondness in their wake.

“Flynn doesn’t hate you.”

Luke snorted. Julie’s tone was soft and sweet, but he knew a lie when he heard one, no matter how nicely it was said.

“Yes, she does.”

He could tell she was about to argue, so he lifted one finger to rest against her lips, effectively cutting off whatever she had been about to say as he continued talking.

“Flynn hasn’t liked me since we first met, and I asked her who the cute blonde musician was without knowing it was Carrie. Then I made the mistake of going off about how I knew Carrie was a musician because, well, I just knew, and she liked that even less. But I was upgraded to hate the night you came to our show with her, and I made a complete ass of myself. It’s fine, Julie. I know the score. You don’t have to pretend she likes me just cause we’re...ya know...”

He trailed off awkwardly, not quite willing to label them as casual when that had become his absolute least favorite word in the English language lately. The finger that had been held to her lips curled back into the palm of his hand so he could raise it to scratch at the back of his neck. The sight seemed to soften Julie even more, one of her hands falling from its spot against his cheek to rest against his bare chest, directly above his heart. There was a tenderness behind the action that was new for them, Julie’s eyes warm and gentle as she regarded him. He wasn’t sure he liked the way it made his heart stutter and constrict, wished he had the extra layer of his shirt between them for the first time ever, but she was still perched on top of it where he had laid it down as a barrier between her and the countertop.

“Luke.”

The sound of his name sent another wave of longing through him. His eyes had to be practically overflowing with the depths of his feelings for her by now. She had to be able to see it.

“Flynn does not hate you. She just...doesn’t understand you.”

He couldn’t quite believe that they were in a bathroom at Ebbie’s, half-dressed and still just barely back on the Earthly plane, and somehow, they were discussing Flynn of all people. Luke generally did his best not to think about Flynn, especially lately when he was certain if she ever found out what he was up to there wouldn’t be a place in this world he would be able to hide from her. He tried to play it off again, make a joke that would lighten the atmosphere and get them off of the topic that he was constantly pretending didn’t hurt as much as it did.

“Julie, Flynn isn’t the one I’m worried about hating me. That ship has sailed, and she’s the captain of it. It’s okay. As long as I have you, I’m not gonna worry about something I can’t change.”

Okay, so that was maybe a bit sappier than he should have worded it, but the sentiment was true, all the same. It was getting harder and harder for him to hold back those pieces of himself lately. The parts that wanted desperately to belong to Julie and no one else.

The delicate hand that had been resting against his cheek trailed a gentle path up to tuck itself behind his head, dislodging his own hand from where it had still been nervously scratching. There was a new look in her eyes, one he hadn’t seen before, not even when he had tried to take her home and had been offered a small acquiescence in the form of dropping her off at her own home instead. This look was much softer, almost endless in its depth and Luke felt his breath catch as if she had stolen it away herself. This was a look that felt precious and vulnerable and like maybe she was finally going to strike the word casual from the definition of their relationship. He dipped his head, forehead falling to rest against her own so he could bathe in that look for as long as possible. Julie didn’t pull away. Instead, her grip tightened over his heart and around the back of his neck. An invitation for him to close that small gap between them once more and bring his lips to hers.

This kiss was different too. No edge to it at all, just a soft sigh of movement against one another. Neither one taking from the other, each simply offering a piece of themselves. A gentle understanding, a moment of true harmony together where they were on the same page. Luke had no fucking clue what, exactly, that page was, but he would stay there and reread it over and over again until he died if it meant holding Julie against him like this.

The timer on his phone chirped, the sound just barely audible through the material of his pants. It was a warning, their warning, that this stolen moment was fast coming to an end and if Luke didn’t get back out to the bar someone would come looking. Luke had never hated an interruption more in his entire life. For as long as he lived, he didn’t think he’d be able to reach his limit of basking in the presence of Julie Molina, but especially like this when it felt all the more precious and fleeting.

Slowly, she pulled herself back, their lips parting in a way that told him she would have continued to linger without the interruption. He almost gave into the temptation of ignoring the alarm so that he could dive back in, but then she pressed her fingers against her lips. The action, so simple and unassuming, nearly had his heart bursting. Because she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing fast and erratic. When she finally met his gaze a good ten seconds later, he was shocked to see a type of longing he had only recognized in himself reflected in the melted chocolate of her irises.

“You have to get back out there before Dante comes looking for you.”

Her voice was breathless and just this side of needy, like the thought of him leaving made her all the more desperate to keep him there. It was the strongest show of willpower that he didn’t haul her back into his arms for a repeat performance of when he first arrived in the bathroom. He nodded slowly, the sound of his metal chains and belt buckle clinking as he readjusted his jeans the only noise in the room. She slipped off the counter, offering his shirt back to him with a shy smile as she pulled her own jeans back into place. The cotton slipped over his head, and Luke silently cursed the way it obstructed his view of Julie, even if it was barely more than a couple seconds.

“See you back out there?”

He wasn’t sure why he asked. Julie always left before him, giving him a few extra moments to wash his hands and get his head back into work mode before he had to slip behind the bar once more. This time though, she wasn’t rushing to leave. Instead, she bit her lip, forehead wrinkling slightly before she gave a soft shake of her head. The walls that had disappeared in the last few minutes were firmly back in place when she met his gaze.

“I have to get some work done on a project for school. I cut my library time short tonight to get here earlier.”

It wasn’t really a rejection, but it sure as hell felt like one. Luke tried not to let it show on his face, but he wasn’t sure he managed to pull it off. He felt his own fingers at the back of his neck again and wondered when they had gotten there.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. I get it.”

He shrugged a bit, tried to get some bounce back in his step as he moved towards the door.

“Luke...?”

He turned at the sound of Julie’s voice, just barely managing not to lose it when her eyes flashed momentarily with that same fleeting look of vulnerable longing.

“Next open mic is Thursday, right?”

She was trying to get them back on script. Trying to get back to that place that felt more familiar, less intense. Luke couldn’t fault her for her. He was the one that kept trying to push them outside of the confines she had created. He sighed softly, stepping close so he could press a quick kiss against her forehead.

“Next open mic is Thursday. I’ll be here.”

Her lips curved just a bit, her smile small but no less brilliant.

“See you then, Rockstar.”

He left then. Had to force his feet to move before he fell to his knees and begged her for more. More time, more stolen moments, more commitment, more of everything that he so desperately wanted from her and no one else. Luke threw himself into filling orders behind the bar, so busy he didn’t see Julie make her way out. If Dante noticed the storm cloud that hovered above his head for the rest of the night, he didn’t mention it.

He promised himself that when he saw her again on Thursday, he would let it go. Loving her didn’t give him the right to demand more. In fact, if he really loved her, he would find a way to be content with what she offered. Because if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. And he didn’t think she was ready to give him up yet, either. So, he would stay, and he would accept what he was given, because every new moment meant another memory for him to carry with him when this whole thing ended. And somehow, that would have to be enough.

[sword-brainrot]

aight so these fandom feels came outta nowhere for me so got any headcanons on what its like dating honebami toushirou and akashi kuniyuki? seperate pls and thanks~!!!

I love these boys more than you could imagine, if I’m being honest. Thank you so much for requesting this!! I love them!!!

Honebami Toushirou And Akashi Kuniyuki Relationship Headcanons (GN!Reader)

♡  Getting close to Honebami will be a task all by itself, if we are being honest. He will constantly push you away and try to not let you get close to him for reasons we will discuss later.

♡  If you can withstand him constantly being very rude with you, telling you to leave him alone, to not touch him or get close to him, and to repair him right away... You will find a sword that his very caring. Though it isn't too big of a surprise if you catch him around his brothers. He ends up softening up around them and showing a little of a side he doesn't show many. Maybe even the smallest of smiles on his lips as he listens to Shinano talk about his day.

♡  You will have to be very patient with him as he slowly lets you in overtime.

♡  It will be through this process that he slowly falls for you as he warms up to you. Once you do break past his barrier, he will fall all at once for you.

♡  He really won't know how to act around you. All he knows is when you are around, his heart suddenly races and it's addicting. At first he may often excuse himself around you because he will honestly think he is sick!

♡  Honebami might even go to Yagen for help because he really doesn't understand why his heart continues to race and he starts to heat up. It is then when he finds out that he actually has a crush on you. Only three people will be aware of this fact; Yagen (because he is the one who told him), Namazuo (because they are always around each other and promised to always tell each other what is going on), and Ichigo (because Namazuo couldn't keep his mouth shut because he will need advice)

♡  It will be hard to even see he has a crush on you because he really won't act any different. He will start to hand around you more often. Often appearing out of no where and asking what you are doing or if you need him to do anything. He may stick around to chat a little but won't stay too long because he does get nervous under that mask of his. He will also be more gentle with you and often trying to help you and care for you in his own subtle ways.

♡  Honebami will definitely be the one that confesses first. He will invite you out one night to watch the Moonflowers bloom for the first time with him. It is there he will confess. He blurts it out and looks away, expecting rejection and to close up to people again. But when you accept, he will look at you absolutely shocked and even ask if you are sure.

♡  It is here where Honebami becomes more affectionate. He won't completely change but will show you more care.

♡  Honebami's love language is Physical Touch and Acts of Service.

♡  If you have long hair, he will often offer to brush it for you after you get out of the shower/bath, this also ties into Acts of Service. He often does it for Namazuo so he knows how to brush gentle and make sure to not knot the hair. He will be super gentle and it will be the most relaxing thing on the universe. He will even let you lean back onto him after he is done and just rest there. He will just gentle hold you in his arms, not saying much and enjoying the silence between you two.

♡  He will not show affection in front of others. Sometimes he will get needy and just stand awkwardly around you but won't say anything. You will get the hint after a while when you find him pouting about it later at night, not wanting to talk about anything.

♡  Honebami will become the most needy for affection after a long mission away from you! Once you are both behind closed doors, he will embrace you and just hold you in his arms. A small mutter of "missed you" slipping out from under his breath.

♡  It will be on these days where he will just wish to be by your side. He will rest his head on your shoulder as you do work. It will calm him down after being away for so long.

♡  Honebami will listen to any request you give him for Acts of Service. He will always try to do anything that makes you happy. Most time it is just him sitting silently as he listens to you talk about your worries. He might not be able to offer much to solve the problems but he will hold your hand and let you know he is there with you all the way.

♡  Something you will notice (especially if you two share a room) is that Honebami actually has a journal that he writes in every night. It is everything important to him. He lost his memories once and he never wants to lose them again, not the ones with you and his brothers. Every page is stuff that you two did together, how he felt in that moment, how beautiful/handsome he thought you were in that moment of time.

♡  Losing his memories really affected him. You will notice how often he has night terrors because of it. Often shaking and rolling around in bed before shooting up in cold sweat. Tears often follows after. Please comfort him, this will be the only time he will truly open up to the things bothering him.

♡  "I don't know who I am... I lost everything I cared about in that fire. I lost me! Who even am I now? Am I even the same person if I can't remember anything? What if that happens to me again...? What if I lose everything I care about? What if I lose all the memories of you? I don't want to lose you or my brothers ever again!"

♡  Akashi is another sword that is hard to get warm up to you. He won't be cold and push you away like Honebami, if anything he is the opposite. He is caring and teasing but also distant, like he isn't actually involved in the conversation.

♡  That is because... He isn't. Akashi puts up this façade in front of everyone in the citadel. If you ask him, he is just a lazy, unmotivated guy that wants to take a nap. Nothing special to worry about. However, he can be one of the strongest and smartest swords in the whole citadel. He hides his hand at all times, even from you.

♡  The only one that catches the real Akashi, is his brothers.

♡  He truly cares about his brothers and wants to best for them. Even with them, they see other sides of Akashi. They know he is strong but also sees the lazy side of him. He is much more like a dad to them, always teaching them lessons and trying to make them smile at any chance he gets.

♡  With you, he will often try to excuse himself out of activities because he is "tired". If we are being honest... Akashi is mostly socially awkward around others. He does actually like being around others but isn't the best at talking and has to play an act to feel like he can be liked. Even then, he feels like the act doesn't work.

♡  He will often degrade himself, saying he is only good for his lack of motivation. He will phrase it as a joke but truthfully, he will mean it.

♡  Keep pulling him along with you. He will actually be happy you do. Even if he complains a little.

♡  Even if everyone else is hanging out together, if you stay with him on the side lines for idle chatter... He will appreciate it a lot and will slowly fall for you over time.

♡  Unlike many other swords, Akashi isn't subtle with his crush. He will often tease you. You want the last of a sweet he has? "well doll, I will trade you this sweet for a sweet of your own." As he gentle touches the bottom of your lip with his thumb. A smirk present on his face as he watches yours heat up.

♡  Will he act on any these teasing flirts? No... However if you want to catch him off guard, follow up on it. You will leave HIM to be the flustered mess.

♡  The asking out will also come out this way. He will phrase it as a joke and if you accept... You two sort of become a couple like that. You both were already like a married couple prior but now it was official... In your own ways.

♡  Akashi's love language is Physical Touch and Quality Time. Both often play into each other.

♡  His favorite thing to do with you is actually nap with you! Use his chest as a pillow and he will hold you tight. A smile on his lips the whole way through.

♡  Speaking of that, good luck getting up in the morning. He is another one that will try to pull you back down into bed with him when he is still tired early in the morning. Akashi sleeps for a long time too. Even if you get out of bed, he won't be awaking up anytime soon. You will have to force him to get up. Or, if you want to be sinister, get his brothers to come him and jump on him until he actually gets up. HAS TO LEARN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

♡  Actually loves holding your hand! Will hold it any chance he gets. Doesn't care who sees! To him, you are his and wants everyone to know.

♡  Akashi is one sword that is actually really interested in humans. He will ask you a lot of questions about your life and what it is like being human. He might be half but the other part of him is very much still a sword. He actually really wants to be fully human.

♡  Don't expect to ever sit normally on a chair when he is around. No matter who is around, he is going to pull you into his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. It is his favorite spot! It also makes him feel less anxious when he is around a big group of people. You are his boulder, you make him feel safe and he hopes he also makes you feel safe.

♡  With you, he will slowly show more of who Akashi Kuniyuki really is.

♡  He is a teasing and flirty guy around the person who he truly fell for. He is a protective and strong guy for those he cares deeply for. He is willing to sacrifice himself to make sure those he loves aren’t harmed and he won’t lose them. He carries a lot of regret inside for things he has no control over (losing Hotarumaru in the ocean). He is a guy that never wants to regret things twice so will try to not have anyone expect anything from him. You can’t disappoint someone if they don’t expect anything from the start. 

♡  With all that said, he is willing to try. If he truly loves someone, he will try his hardest to make them proud. It will scare the hell out of him if he thinks he didn’t do good enough to make them proud so be sure to praise him. He will shake it off with “sometimes even I can do good”, but he will be really happy and give you a peck on the lips. 

♡  He may never openly say all these things but through actions you will be able to figure it out. You make him become a better person and he doesn’t ever want to leave your side. He wants to make you proud and make you fall for him even more. 

[ladywinterwitch]

On Va Voir

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: During a mission you unexpectedly find a new kink: Steve speaking french.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it tf up), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, language kink (?), a bit of a dom fight between the reader and Steve, 18 + so if you’re under that age you shouldn’t be reading this. You’ve been warned.

Word Count: 3205 

A/n: Just rewatched for the 34868 time  the winter soldier and I’ve never noticed before HOW MUCH of a turn on is Steve speaking french. So yeah, enjoy a bit of smutty Rogers. Also, this is pretty much no plot and total filth.

                                                  (Gif not mine)

You were on a mission with Steve, Natasha, Sam and Bucky. You had been paired with Bucky, while Sam was with Nat and Steve was alone, although you were constantly in contact with your auricular. -We’re inside the ship, front. What’s your position?- Bucky says with a gun in each hand. You followed behind him, with two guns of your own. -We’re in the control room. Working on the informations.- Sam responds. -Steve?- Bucky tries.

-I’m on the roof. And I’m pretty sure I’m not alone. How long have you got?- he asks. -Like, ten minutes, at least. This computer’s older than both of you.- Natasha responds and you can feel the smirk on her voice. You press your lips tightly to not chuckle, Bucky notices and shakes his head.

-Ah, very funny Romanoff.- the blonde sasses back.

-She got you there, oldies.- Sam commented. Bucky grunted with a ‘shut up’. After a few moments you realize that there’s no one in your area, so you lower your guns.

-We should come to you, Steve. We got nothing to do here anyways.- you say, looking at your partner that was still, but didn’t completely put off his guard. -Don’t worry doll, I got it.- but then you hear a gun shot, and glare at Bucky with wide eyes. He looks at you and starts to run. -We’re coming, pal, hold on.- he speaks while running. You both get out to the open and then come up the stairs to the roof.

When you arrive, you see a couple of men already on the ground, and Steve facing another alone. They are one in front of the other and he’s talking. You don’t hear what he says, but you hear Steve response. He drops the shield at his side and then removes his helmet, his hair a little messy. He has the slightest smirk on his face while he speaks. -On va voir.- you hear from the speaker. 'Lets see’. And in that moment something in your stomach shifts. You can’t really place what or why, but you just know that you feel a little too hot in your leather catsuit all of a sudden.

The two start to fight, but it doesn’t take long for the avenger to take him down. You glance at Bucky, who’s just leaning againts the door, with his arms crossed, guns slipped into the belt at his sides. A little knowing smirk playing on his lips. -Jerk.- he says amused. You turn around and see Steve that kicks his shield, making it jump back to his wrist. -Okay guys we have everything. We’ll meet at the quinjet.- Sam says. You clear your throat and look away. -Copy that.- you croak. - You all go back to the avengers tower safely and Tony decides to throw a party. Why? Cause he’s Tony. He didn’t really need a valid reason. So here you were, the day after, finding yourself in front of your full lenght mirror, in your matching blue lacy lingerie, fixing your wavy loose hair and your red lipstick. Normally at this time, especially after a mission, you would’ve all been lazy somewhere, but obviously your teammate couldn’t wait one more day to give you a wild night. Missions usually had as a consequence jet lag, a few bruises to heal, business to take care of and stuff to analyze, so it wasn’t exactly the perfect timing, but fortunately you were able to sleep like a baby the night prior. A particualr help came, indirectly, from Steve which helped your love-me session to end quickly and kick you out to sleep.

You should’ve felt ashamed for that, but honestly you were pretty sure you were not the only one in the world to get off at the thought of the broad and handsome Captain America. The only small detail was that you were his teammate and friend. You had a huge crush on him, but you feel more like a friend vibe from him and that’s okay. It sure avoids problems at work.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that phrase that Steve said in french the day before. It turned you on to no end. You didn’t know why, but the way he said it, with that smugness, his hair all messy and shit. It was just so sexy to you. In any case, the crush was your dirty little secret. Well, not exactly, considering that both Bucky and Natasha had figured out by themselves and Wanda just happened to be reading your mind in the wrong moment. But you trusted them, even if them teasing you about it whenever they had the occasion was beyond embarassing.

You slid into your tight, red bodycon . It was plain, above the knee and had a low cut sweetheart neckline. It was strapless and it hugged your body perfectly. It wasn’t much in your style, but you felt bold that night, also you may or may not wanted to find someone to get laid.

You gave yourself one last look before going down with the elevator. Your black heels were already starting to bother you. You weren’t really a type for parties, but you did it just for the team. And a good drink, yeah. You arrived at the floor and when you stepped out you saw that there were a lot of people, but it wasn’t Tony’s worst. You looked around and saw Sam, Rhodie, Clint and Natasha at the bar, Wanda, Vision, Thor and Maria at the couches, Tony and Pepper talking with a couple of people, and then in a corner near the big window wall, Steve and Bucky.

They were both handsome. Bucky was wearing a grey shirt and Steve a deep blue one. They both had the first few buttons undone and were holding a beer and laughing. The blonde turned his head and saw you. His smile dropped and his gaze wandered on your body, from head to toe. You looked away, kinda embarrassed that you had been caught looking, but a few moments later the two man came to you.

-Y/n! You look great.- Bucky greeted you with a hug. You laughed and hugged him back. -Doesn’t she, Stevie?- he said in a slyly. The captain didn’t took his gaze away from you. -She always does.- he responds with a low tone that made you heat up. -Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.- you motioned at the two in front of you.

-Hey doll, care for a drink? We could go to the bar and -the brunette started, but Steve stepped closer. -Sam wants to talk to you, I’ll accompany her.- he says with a small smile. You smiled back and Bucky frowned. -Since when that bird man wants to breathe my same air?- Steve shoot at him a glare and he raised his eyebrows.

-Ooh, yeah, about the.. Uhm.. The mission…- he tries to save himself. Steve relaxes and Bucky starts to walk away. -Alright, catch up with you guys later.- he gives you a thumbs up. Steve looks at you and offers his arm. -Shall we get that drink?- he smirks making you melt. You smile widely and take his offer. -We very much shall.-

-

You soon were joined by the rest of the group and were having fun at the bar. You noticed that Steve never took his gaze off you, but you weren’t certain, considering the amount of alcohol that you ingested. You felt a little claustrophobic at one point so you excused yourself getting up. -Want me to come with you?- Nat asked. You shook your head. -I’m fine babe, just need a little air.- you walked between the people reaching the big balcony.

You went closer to the glass barrier and propped your elbows on the edge, looking at New York City by night. You closed your eyes, breathing deep. -Did you really drank that much?- you open your eyes suddenly, turning back to the voice. Steve was just a few feet away, hands in his pants’ pockets. He was looking at you with a little smile. You mirrored his expression, turning back to the view. The glass door was closed and you were alone.

-Not really. I’m just a little dizzy, and I needed some fresh air, that’s all.- you responded. There were some moments of silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. You felt him getting closeer to you, almost too close. So close that you could feel his breath on your neck. -You look so beautiful tonight..- he whispered raising one hand and resting it on your hip. Your breath hitched.

-Maybe it’s the alcohol, even though we both know I can’t really get drunk, or maybe its the way Bucky flirted before, or the way you looked so flustered yesterday on the mission..- he started to caress your waist gently. You were slowly melting under his touch, his hand so warm in stark contrast with the chilly air. You had goosbumps. -But I just can’t ignore how I feel anymore.- he turned you to face him slowly. You locked eyes. -I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my life, and I think that you want me, too.- he paused. You didn’t know what to say. You were completely taken aback by his confession.

-But if I’m wrong, I’m gonna step back right now and I’m gonna stay away.- he continued, with a little of uncertainty. You widened your eyes, laying your hand on his chest. -No- you said quickly. -I do. I want you. God, I want you so bad.- in that moment he grabbed your cheeks with his hands and started to kiss you. It was hungry, fast and messy. You almost didn’t even realize that he placed you against the wall, away from the view of the people. You grabbed his hair with one hand and his shirt in the other.

-I wanna fuck you right now, I don’t care if everyone sees, the team, the other people.- he said kissing your neck. -Steve.. Please- you moaned. He looked at you with the best bedroom eyes he could give. -Please what, baby?- he cooed.

-I need you, please. Let’s.. Let’s go to the bedroom, please I can’t take it anymore- he nodded and you quickly went inside, careful to not be seen by the team you reached the elevator and pressed to your private floor.

You had to keep your cool because you weren’t alone, but when you arrived you ran like teenagers, giggling towards his room. He opened the door and then slammed it shut. You pushed him on the bed and he let himself fall, resting on his elbows while he watches you like you were his prey. What he didn’t know was that joke’s on him.

You stood right in front of him, a smirk playing on your lips, an equally predatory gaze in your eyes. You reached to your side, unzipping the red dress slowly, letting it pool around your heels. You stepped out of the dress, bending to pick it up and in the meantime giving Steve a perfect view of your ass. -Fuck baby girl, blue is definitely your color.- he groaned. You chuckled straddling his lap. His warm hands were on your body in no time, pulling you flush against him kissing you. It wasn’t sweet, at all. It was full of passion, all teeth and tongue and soft bites.

At some point he reached behind your back to unclasp your blue lacy bra, then tossing the garment in some part of the room. He didn’t lose time and quickly attacked one of your breasts with his mouth, while he touched the other with his hand.

-Eager, captain?- you let out a noise that was a mixture between a moan and a laugh. He released your nipple from his mouth locking eyes.

-Excuse me if I can’t resist my urge to worship the goddess in front, oh well actually, on me.- he said smugly making you laugh. You gave him a push on the chest to make him lay down.

-Sweet talker.- you tease him, trailing his neck and jawline with wet kisses. He chuckles a little, his hands travelling on your sides, back and ass.

-What? You think I’m just, saying it? It’s true, y/n. You are stunning.- he says sincerly, making you look at him for a second. You smile and place a sweet kiss on his lips.

-Well, thank you.- you respond and you’re caught off guard when he grabs you by the hips and flips your position, so now he was hovering you. You gasped for the surprise.

-And now I’m gonna show exactly how much I want you.- he smirked and started to pepper your belly and hip bones with open mouthed kisses, and at the same time he slipped off your panties, letting them fall on the ground. And now you were stark naked and totally at his mercy. You moaned and with all the strenght you could find you stopped him. He gave you a confused look.

-First, I think you’re not playing fairly there, captain. Then, I’m gonna tell you exactly what I want. Strip.- you order and he licks his lips, his cerulean, and now glassy, eyes were eating you up. He got up, standing on his knees, and started to unbutton his blue shirt, while you took care of his belt and zip. He took off his pants and boxers in one move.

-Happy now?- he asked amused, resuming his work with his mouth, this time he started from your ankle, going up as he went. You peeked at his hard lenght, tip already glistening with precum and angry red.

-Can say so.- you murmured, laying on your back and enjoying the show of Steve between your legs. Your breath started to hitch when he got closer to your center, but as the teasing bastard that he his, he stopped.

-C'mon Steve, baby, I need you.- you say, throwing out of the window yor dignity. -What do you need? Tell me sweetheart.- he murmurs against your thigh, looking at you. -I’d quite like you to speak French between my legs, captain.- you smirk, biting your lip. His expression was priceless.

-Fuck yes- he groaned spreading your legsmore in front of him. He then smiled mischievously. -Alors c'est ce qui vous a tous énervé hier, uh?- So that’s what got you all flustered yesterday, uh?, his tone was a mixture of teasing and realization. He licked a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit anthat made you almost scream, instead you opted for grabbing his blonde hair with one hand and the snow-white like sheets.

-Can’t really blame me. With your cute messy hair, showing off like that..- you responded mewling, your eyes closed and your head leaned back. He chucked sending vibrations trough your whole body. You clenched instinctively. -Yeah, 'cause I’m good at what I do doesn’t mean that I was showing off, chéri.- a particularly harsh suck on your bundle of nerves got your back arching off the bed and moaning loudly -Steve- 

-Tu aimes ça, chérie?- You like that baby? you moaned when you heard him speak French again.

-Yes, God, Steve right there- you answer struggling to not grind onto his face. He adds two fingers and that knocks the air out of your lungs.

-Tu es si doux. Si mouillé, est-ce tout pour moi, chérie? Mmh cette jolie petite chatte, tout à moi pour jouer- You’re so sweet. So wet, is it all for me baby? This pretty little pussy, all mine to play with. He kept talking in between licks and open mouthed kisses on your clit, his long and thick fingers pumping directrly on your sweet spot.

-Fuck. I..I can’t take it anymore, please..- you pulled his hair slightly and he growled, the vibrations went straight to your core and you felt the coil in your belly tighten. You started to gasp. -You’re close aren’t you? Come on baby, I’ve got you, let go honey- he hummed, back to english, speeding up a little his fingers. With that you came. Hard. You screamed his name arching your back of the bed, the sheets out of place because of your pulling.

He rode you thorough your orgasm, and when he felt you calm down a bit he extracted his fingers, licking them clean. You could’ve cum again just by watching him. But instead, you rose up and pulled him to you, kissing him. You hummed when you felt your taste on his tongue. Your hand reached out to stroke his cock, now even harder than before. He choked out a moan on your mouth. -Baby girl I need to be inside you- you nodded and he replaced your hand with his, stroking his cock a few times, he lined himself with your entrance and entered you with a sharp thrust that took both your breaths away.

-Fuck y/n, baby, you feel so good around me- he hid his face in your neck and you circled his shoulders with your arms. -Please move- you gasped and he complied, starting to move faster. After a while he took your leg putting it on his hip, reaching a deeper spot inside you.

-Oh, Fuck. Yeah, right..ah, right there baby.-you gasped, your nails scratching his strong shoulders. You started to feel his breath getting erratic.

-So beautiful- he murmured in your ear and you felt yourself melt a bit more. -Baby ’m gonna come, I’m so close. Are you with me?- you said kissing him on the lips, the cheek, the jaw.

-Right behind you, love.- the pet name made your heart flutter, but you soon forgot about it when he stated to pick up pace again, then adding his fingers on your clit, and that was it. You orgasmed for the second time that night and he followed a few thrusts later with a loud moan and your name spilling from his plump lips. He ride out both of your releases and then planted his forehead against yours.

-It’s okay, baby.- you murmured scratching the nape of his neck lightly, while he calmed his breath, making him hum approvingly. You looked at his parted lips and closed eyes, his blissed out expression making you smile. A few seconds later he opened his blue pools, smiling back quite shyly. -Hi.- you said softly. -Hi sweetheart.- he responded fondly, caressing your cheek. You stayed there for a while.

Then he got up and cleaned you both with a warm and damp wash cloth, bringing it back to the bathroom then he came back to bed with you. -I don’t really wanna deal with the team tomorrow.- you said with your head on his chest. Your fingers tracing imaginary patterns on his torso, him petting your hair delicately. -Me neither. But even if we don’t say anything they’re gonna find out anyway. We kind of disappeared and never came back.- he chuckled and you laughed with him. -Let’s just enjoy this, for now.- you responded. -Yeah. Everything else can wait.- he kissed your head.

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