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taones · 3 years

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫

Hello lovely! Could I please request fluffy hcs for brushing/playing with Asahi’s hair? xx <3

Pairings: Asahi x reader, Kageyama x reader, Ushijima x reader, Tsukki x reader, Kenma x reader

Reader: Gender neutral

Warnings: Suggestive in Kageyama’s/Kenma’s (in italics), mentions of tsukishima crying

━Asahi

He has so much hair and it’s really thick and beautiful but it gets tangled a lot so he usually puts it up

Unfortunately this gives him a lot of headaches because he usually does it too tight which is how you first started playing with his hair

It’s usually you sitting up with his head in your lap and your scratching at his hair slightly and tugging out the knots gently with your hands

It made him blush the first couple of times and he said that you didn’t have to just because his head hurt a little

But now he’s used to it, he isn’t afraid to just plant his head in your lap and non-verbally request for you to play with his hair

He gets this really soft smile whenever you do things like plait it of put it up in space buns for him, especially while he’s sleeping

And when you brush it he basically melts

It’s so calming to him and you because the tension visibly leaves his body and he just rests himself on you, vibing with your energy

He lets out little groans when you do it and pretty much always falls asleep afterwards or after he’s made you something to thank you

Will offer a massage to return the favour (if your hair is unable to be played with/you don’t like it) but always finds a way to calm you down too if he doesn’t fall asleep on you

━Kageyama

It takes him a little while to get used to it, I won’t lie

The first time you did it he sat up very quickl;y and looked at you as if to say ‘what are you doing right now?’

After a while of him freezing up at first, he does get used to it a bit and actually ends up asking for it quite a lot since it relaxes him

(Plus he likes to spend time with his pretty s/o can you really blame him?)

And by asking for it i mean he walks up to you, sits in front of you and plants your hand on his head

But he’s usually pouting or grumpy in some way so you just do it since he’s cute

He loveseat when you do little plaits or rub the shorter bit at the back/near his neck that makes him shiver

He might even let you put the front up in a little ponytail just to see you giggle about it

Honestly tobio is kinda like a dog that's alert until you give it scratches you know? He kinds flies around life all uptight so this is his stress relief

Do not rake your nails over his scalp in public please, you did it once and he moaned out loud

But at least you know how to rile him up in a more productive way

━Tsukishima

It’s a rare occurrence and you need to savour it

He really only lets you when he’s studying, not really paying attention, tired or upset and all of these have to be alone

He loves attention and he loves touching and being around you he just has a hard time explaining this to you and allowing himself to indulge

But when he does, it’s a very nice sight for you

He get’s this almost serene look on his face, like everything is okay in the world and he can relax for a while

No sarcastic comments, no teasing, just you and tsukki in silence

He hums to whatever he’s listening to though which is very cute

Actually moves towards your hands when you pull them away as if to call you back to him which is the closest you’re gonna get to him asking for affection

Much like Kags, he will come up to you on a particularly bad day and lean his head on you like a clue for you to play with his hair

While you do it he often has his other hand intertwined with the one your not using and squeezes it every now and then to let you know he’s still awake and listening

You do it a lot when he cries, it calms him down and sends him to sleep

━Ushijima

Believe it or not, he will and does ask for you to play with his hair once he gets used to it

The first couple of times he kind of tensed and shot you a questioning look but he trusts you so he leans back and lets you do your thing

His hair is fairly short so there isn’t much you can do with it but he likes when you put little clips in his hair

Once went to practice with a strawberry hair clip in and just vibed with it once he realised, Goshiki almost cried because he’s usually the only one who wears them

Tells you where he wants head scratches or if he just wants you to mess with the strands, he’s not afraid to instruct you about it lmao

His favourite thing for you to do is to scratch or run your fingers in circles over his scalp, it sends him straight into an almost catatonic relaxed state

It happens a lot after a particularly stressful practice (obviously after he showers)

He also likes taking you out on picnics or dates in parks and will kind of lay between your legs with his head on your torso while you play with it

Or sits you on his lap and rests his face in your neck so you can reach his head

You traced ‘I love you’ on his head with your nails once and he hummed an ‘I love you very much too y/n’ and fell asleep again

━Kenma

He really is like a cat in this regard

He likes attention, on his terms and on his terms only

Will solidly just brush you off if you try it and he’s not in the mood but other times it’s different

Kinda melts when you do it into a little pudding puddle, his shoulders are less hunched and he bends his neck in that cute little questioning way

Not afraid to come up to you and just plonk your hand on his head or nudge it and ask ‘y/n can you play with my hair please’

Asks you to put it in buns because apparently yours look better but it’s really so he has an excuse to have your fingers rake through his hair

PLEASE do it while he’s gaming, it relaxes him so much and he doesn’t get as frustrated when he loses

Instead of frowning and getting all huffy, he just turned and hides his face in your thigh from where he’s sitting on the floor to focus on the feeling of your hands in his hair

Tug it I dare you, it shoots straight down his body

He ends up turning to you and raising an eyebrow if you do it more than once then grabs your hands to tug you into a kiss

And so on...

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING MONSTA X HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Yoo Kihyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Kihyun will often like to have you close whenever you’re around, it’s a natural instinct for him to just to wrap his arm around you or pull you a little bit closer when you’re around. It always makes him feel a lot safer knowing you’re beside him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you met through a couple of mutual friends at a party, neither of you really wanted to be there, which was how you gravitated towards each other. The two of you quickly got talking about a lot of things, Kihyun was intrigued greatly by you, and at the end of the night, made sure to leave with your number in his phone.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

There was no rush as far as he was concerned to confess to you, he wanted to make sure he was absolutely sure when he did. He confessed one evening at the dorm when he invited you round, pulling you into his room. Once he knew what he wanted, he wasn’t going to mess around and risk losing you. It came as a slight surprise for you but knowing that Kihyun felt the same way as you did came as a huge relief.

D ⇴ DATES

He loved to make dates important, Kihyun especially loved to cook for you, putting his heart into every meal, paying close attention to the things that he knew you liked. He’ll often call you last minute and invite you round for dinner just so he can spend a bit of time with you. He likes to be the one to plan your dates, he likes the control, and he likes the surprise on your face whenever he impresses you with the things that he’s organised. He cares deeply about making the time you spend together important, and it always shows.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Kihyun has found himself caught up in rumours before, so he’s definitely wary about your relationship becoming public and the fans finding out. He’ll do anything he can to protect you, but he also doesn’t want to go through the same ordeal he has before when rumours began to spread about him. You can tell how much the public and the media stresses him out at the start of your relationship, you’re a big help in reassuring him and trying to convince him to not worry and just take one step at a time as your relationship grew.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

At times, Kihyun can be a bit short and snappy which can lead to a few arguments between the two of you, but they never amount to anything massive. He also worries a lot, and sometimes he can take that stress out on you, even though it’s never intentional. Usually, you’ll give Kihyun a bit of time when you notice his fuse is shorter than usual and wait for him to come back to you once he’s calmed down. He’ll always apologise and regret anything that he says to you, he’ll sit for a long time and try and justify his behaviour, even if he knows there’s never any excuse to talk to you badly when you’ve done nothing wrong.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

It took a little while for his family to warm up to you, but it was seeing you with his niece for the first time that made them realise how great you were. Seeing how well you looked after her and played with her, they knew you were someone they would love to see Kihyun grow old with, and hopefully start a family with too.

H ⇴ HOME

Unlike the other members, having his own room makes Kihyun a little more reluctant to move out of the dorm. He enjoys being around the boys whilst the group is so successful, and whilst you’re happy to spend time at the dorm, he always promises that one day the time will come for the two of you to find your own place together.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were the first to say, ‘I love you,’ which took Kihyun by surprise. Secretly, he’d been planning the perfect time to tell you that he loved you, so when you beat him to it, he couldn’t help but get a little bit jealous. When he told you, you promised to take your words back so that he could be the first one to say those three words.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Kihyun didn’t tend to get jealous often, he knew he could stand his ground against someone else if he needed to. If he was feeling jealous, you’d find that he tended to get a little bit abrupt in conversation. At times he could definitely be sassy and blunt in his comments, so if there was someone who was particularly making him feel jealous, then he definitely would pass a few comments under his breath. Whilst no one else heard them, you definitely did, and would always scold him when the two of you were alone again.

K ⇴ KIDS

He loved spending time with his niece, and one day, dreamt of having children of his own that he didn’t have to give back. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was desperate to have children whenever the time was right. He tended not to bring it up around you out of fear that you’d worry or wouldn’t feel the same, but you’d always sit back silently and know it was something you wanted with Kihyun too.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Kihyun was a sassy person when he wanted to be, and that usually ended up sending you into a fit of giggles. You loved how much he loved to tease others and push the boundaries; he wasn’t afraid of making comments. Seeing you smile whenever he decided to savage someone else only encouraged him to do it more, it didn’t matter to him that the other members were moaning at him or telling him to stop, as long as it put a smile on your face, he would be happy to carry on until eventually you knew the boys couldn’t take anymore.

M ⇴ MISSING

He liked to make people think that he didn’t miss you whenever he was on the road, but in reality, he struggled, a lot. He’d try and make a bit of time every day to talk to you, but if time prevented it, he’d be very apologetic. He loved to spoil you too, you’d often get home after a shift to see a delivery on your front door that Kihyun had arranged. Whilst he didn’t want the others to know how much of a romantic, he could be, whenever you’d ring him and thank him for whatever he sent, it always made him feel a little bit better knowing his surprise had boosted your mood too. Without fail, he’d at least text you at one point in the day, even if it was a quick hello, he always wanted to have some sort of contact with you.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You were made aware early on your relationship how often he was called ‘cutie’ and somehow that stuck for you both. You’d always say it whilst poking into his dimples, noticing how it always made him blush.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Kihyun was obsessed with your personality, he loved having someone beside him who suited him perfectly, the best bit about you was that you were just another version of him.

P ⇴ PDA

He’s not afraid to be affectionate with you in public, but it will never be anything over the top or disturbing to other people. He’ll often press a kiss against the top of your head or to your cheek when the two of you walk around. Even if there’s a camera in front of you, he’ll do something to make a statement that you are his.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever he cooks for you, he loves to get your opinion on it. If a recipe is a success, he’ll make sure to make a note of it, but if there’s anything he can improve, he’ll push you until you tell him so he can make some changes.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Kihyun loves composing and making songs but being with you gives him an extra boost of inspiration. He’ll often surprise you with melodies or lyrics that he’s come up with, most of which he’ll present to the company and try and include in a song. He finds writing about you so easy, but what he loves most of all if how happy you always are often being shown what he’s working on, knowing that you’re the reason behind it.

S ⇴ SEX

He tends to dominate; he likes to be the one in control and guiding you. Kihyun will often take his time with you, he prides himself on knowing your body very well, and if he’s in a teasing mood he can definitely make you very hot under the collar. You love, and hate, how well he knows you, but you know exactly what he likes too, so if he wants to tease you, you’re more than happy to tease him back and get your revenge.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’ll often receive texts from Kihyun when he misses you. They’ll usually ask what you’re up to that evening, and if you reply with nothing, he’ll be quick to respond and beg you to head down to the dorm to see him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Kihyun loved having someone around who loved him, as much as he loved to pretend at times that love wasn’t a huge deal to him, he loved having someone who supported him in everything and filled his heart.

V ⇴ VACATION

When he had time to go away, he always made sure that you joined him. He’d do everything in his power to be able to bring you along with him on holidays. Behind your back, he’d often go to your boss and beg them to give you the time off so that he didn’t have to go away alone and could also give you time to relax.

W ⇴ WHINING

Kihyun hated whining, he hated to make you think that he needed you, even though deep down he always knew that he needed you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

His lips would often be against you, in private and in public. He wasn’t the best person with words and affection, so he’d often leave his lips to do most of the talking. You could often tell exactly how he was feeling whenever he kissed you, you’d been together long enough to catch onto when he needed a bit more attention, or just a little more reassurance from you, and of course, you’d always read what he wanted perfectly.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one he relied on the most to be by his side.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

At night, Kihyun would often sing you to sleep. He’d usually be the big spoon between the two of you, and against your ear, he’d come up with little lullabies that he knew would help you fall asleep, and once you were, he’d allow himself to sleep too.

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realcube · 3 years

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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero

and. he. will. die.

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!”

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to

just an overall gentleman tbh

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving.

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

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m111nho · 3 years

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What was the conversation between Jean and Eren in the paths during chapter 139?This is my take<3

warnings:swearing,kinda angsty,spoilers of snk chapter 139

About 900 words,,,Ik it's small leave me be😌

"Now I remember...you conscientious piece of shit."

Jean woke up back in the training corps' canteen.He felt different,he subconsciously reached up to his chin to feel his precious beard and almost groaned when instead of a thin layer of facial hair he touched smooth teenage skin.Looking around he saw someone vaguely familiar making his eyes gulp,no it can't be.There it was,a more young,scrawny version of Eren.Then he realised that he couldn't feel his hair prickling his nape anymore,it was almost as if he's traveled back in time,back in his first night as a trainee.Turning to the green eyed teen he felt his anger rise up,what is this?

"Jean,hey."Eren said and made his away from behind the table,now infront of his foe.It might have been the anger,it might have been the overwhelming oblivion and confusion but Jean found himself sending a punch on Eren, scoring a hit square on the jaw.

Eren couldn't say he was completely surprised by Jean's actions but it sure as hell caught him of guard.Holding his jaw he looked up to a very angry looking Jean,reaching for the collar of his shirt.

"Not you too Jean,fuck."he spit out.

"Eren what the fuck is this?Where are we?Is this all a twisted game of yours?Am I dead?Is that why we're back in the training corps?And if I am then why the hell am I with you?"he yelled on his face,making Eren flinch.

"Calm down you're not dead,at least not yet."Eren shrug off Jean's hands off his shirt."I just wanted to talk before we head to war.This is a kind of throw back, you'll see in a while."Jean raised his eyebrows,no longer angry just completely confused.Then his brain dinged when Eren said the word <<talk>> and his anger came back in an instant.

"What the fuck did you say to Mikasa?"his mouth speaking before his mind could process his words.Eren stiffed up.

"Ah I see you know then."his gaze fell on the ground,mood shifted.

"No,when you and your army of fascist suicidal blockheads locked us up I saw her,and she looked like her heart had been ripped off from her chest.She took the fucking scarf off! I'd never seen her without it so I assumed it was you who'd done something.Armin just informed us that you said hurtful things to her so please tell me Eren what the fuck did you say to her."he almost growled and Eren sighed.

"Well I practically told her that she only follows me around because of her Ackerman blood,that she's a slave with no free will, blindly following orders.Then I told her that I've always hated her,ever since we were kids."Jean gapped,hands snatching Eren's collar once again.

"Are you serious Eren?You had her love and you just threw all that without even thinking how lucky you are for being the one receiving her affections.You're so fucking stupid."his screech rarely affected Eren whose gaze was now dropped to the ground."Look at me you ungrateful bastard."Jean started to scream once again but stopped the moment he saw Eren's eyes filled with tears.The shorter teenager shrug off Jean's hands off his collar once again.

"You think I don't know that?You think that I haven't been hating myself for this?Fuck you don't understand what I went through to get those words,those utterly ridiculous words out,much less seem believable!"he screamed,the person that Jean had almost forgot existed was once again in the surface;an angry,loud and passionate kid.Eren.

"Wait,you didn't mean any of it?I knew it."he said looking back at his former comrade,who was wiping his tears.

"Of course I didn't mean it,how can I?Mikasa is the person I imagined spending my whole life with."

Realisation flashed across Jean's face.Spending his whole life with her? Surely that can't be platonic! Does he mean-

"You love her don't you."his words laced with heartbreak.Of course he did,how could anyone not love her.

"Now that buddy,is something we have in common." a bitter laugh escaped his lips saying these words."Everything I ever did was for you guys,for you to become heroes,to live freely.That's why I need you to fight me,kill me.The rumbling will wipe out about 80% of the world's population,after that I leave it all to you."he continued and Jean finally understood.

"You played the devil so that we could..."he trailed off and Eren nodded.

"There will no longer be Titan powers in this world by the way.After I die,all eldians will no longer be able to shift into titans."

"Fuck Eren you really are a suicidal blockhead."he smiled and the other laughed.

"Since day one...for now you will forget everything we said but you will probably remember it after everything's over."Eren finished and Jean pulled him in a tight embrace.

"Take care of her for me horseface."he felt him whisper on his neck and nodded frantically.

The next thing he remembers is waking up feeling his skin boiling,around him Reiner,Connie,Annie... everyone was alive.

"Now I remember...you conscientious piece of shit."

After seeing Sasha smiling at him and Connie he turned himself around and saw her.She was holding something in her hands lovingly,it was Eren's head,a blonde now running towards her.She really did it huh.

Don't worry Eren,I'll keep her safe for you.

ok don't hate me I hurt myself writing it too.

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You really made me write a 2.6k fic after I said I wouldn't write a fic, hum. Have some 'drunk, tired and jealous but will never admit it' Senator Kenobi who just wanted to spend one quiet night bitching about other politicians with Anakin:

Growing up in the Temple made Obi-wan way more aware of how to control negative emotions, but possessiveness has never been a huge problem in his life. He's not a Jedi, so he does have material possessions -admittedly, fewer than most people- but the rule about attachments still has a particular impact on him and even if he hasn't made a deliberate choice to keep respecting it, he understands the value of it and makes a point of keeping it in the back of his head.

Until now.

Senator Odage is laughing obnoxiously and putting his grabby hand on Anakin's arm. Senator Odage, with his wide smile and passionate speeches, seems to have been galvanized by the standing ovation following his latest intervention in the Senate Chamber and is now chatting with Anakin. Anakin who had enthusiastically clapped with the rest of the Senate a few hours earlier after Odage's remarkable intervention.

"You boiling with hate is not a sight I'm used to."

Glass raised to him in greetings, Bail lifts an eyebrow at Obi-wan's flat look. That's the first time Obi-wan sees him tonight, lost in the myriad of senators, committee members, ministers, dukes and duchesses, princes and princesses, representatives and official dignitaries, exchanging platitudes, plotting their next moves, faking smiles and drinking to forget at the Senate Holiday Party.

"I am not." "You’re giving shorter and shorter answers to diplomats you wanted to talk to for weeks and you’re holding your glass so tightly that I can almost hear it shattering as we talk.” "I might be a bit tired," Obi-wan admits as he forces himself to unclench his fist and looks at something else than Odage and Anakin. "Tired, yes. I would have said trying not to snap at people of your own party and mentally throwing daggers at Odage, but tired is good enough I guess." "I don't know what you're talking about." "You know, Senator Odage? Young, bold, promising career in front of him, antislavery committee member, currently flirting with your Jedi and making you sulk in a corner?" "Oh. That Odage. No, I'm quite sure I'm just tired." "And why would you be tired?" "Why would I-"

Something that has been growling inside of him for hours finally snaps and the floodgate opens.

"Please Bail, I just came back from my seven-week-long trip with tragically boring representative Bar, where, do I need to remind you, I finally put in motion the underfunded education program for children of the Outer-Rim, was supposed to come back to Coruscant in time to deliver a speech that would have proved that I achieved some kind of progress, which is unheard of for someone working in the Senate, but had to make a 'quick' detour by Naator's moon and got stuck with the Duke there who thought Stewjon was a show on the HoloNet because Chancellor Palpatine wanted someone from the 'remote' Mid-Rim to explain that even 'backwater dust-ball like your planet has benefits of allying themself with the Republic!' and then came back to Coruscant just in time to see young, bold, promising Senator Odage ending my own speech with, I'll admit, more punch and sincere sensibility that I could ever deliver! So maybe I'm just tired Bail, and want to spend my night quietly sulking in a corner."

And with Anakin who I haven't seen in two months, he didn't add.

Still in his corner, but this time with Anakin complaining about politicians to his face, moving Jar Jar's glass with the Force every time he puts it down, giggling at Padmé's attempts not to laugh. Yes, Obi-wan would have liked that.

He is maybe, just maybe, a bit more than tired.

Obi-wan risks a glance at the Jedi still listening to Odage. His hair is longer than when he left and getting in his face, preventing Obi-wan to see his reaction to the senator’s gesture for another drink. Anakin knows better than to indulge in public, he huffs internally, raising his own glass to his lips. He learns that the hard way the first time Obi-wan took him to a boring party and they both realised that he was, despite his stature and his ‘strong Outer-Rim boy who fears nothing’ declarations, a lightweight incapable of keeping down drinks with more alcohol than sugar.

"You need to drink," Bail says, reaching for the closest bottle. "This is my fifth one." "You need to stop drinking," Bail corrects, reaching for Obi-wan's brandy. "No, I don't. It's fine Bail," He sighs as Bail sends him a worried look. "I think it's just time for me to go home." "Without me?"

And there he is. The only Jedi present at the Holiday Party without any clear reason why. The only one Obi-wan can bear to see after such a terrible day for his ego and moral dignity. Obi-wan is almost relieved to feel him close again after so long, but the warm feeling of reunion with the incandescent supernova that is Anakin in the Force is tainted by Senator Odage's presence at his side.

"Obi-wan."

Anakin's warm hand on his elbow distracts him from the senator, but he doesn't move close enough to make the gesture looks intimate. Even if the way Anakin keeps looking at him makes Obi-wan wants to chuckle with fondness at the obviousness of the whole thing. The Force is vibrating with bright delight around them. It's a good thing no other Jedi is in the room because if Anakin's blinding smile is not enough to translate all his emotions, he's certainly not shielding anything in the Force right now. The only thing stopping him from reaching out or saying more is that he knows how Obi-wan feels about displays of affection, particularly in public.

Before Obi-wan can say anything, Odage is gesturing his glass in front of his face, dragging his attention away from Anakin's eyes.

"Good evening Senator Organa. Senator Kenobi, a pleasure to see you back! I was just talking about you with Knight Skywalker and how your speech was truly something. I hope you didn't mind that I tweaked some parts to make it mine? Being part of the antislavery's committee brought me a new perspective on social activism, and on the... How did you say, Anakin?"

Anakin replies something at the same time that he lets his hand fall from his arm. Obi-wan can only stare in disbelieve at the man calling a Jedi he barely knows in such a familiar way. Is it really their first encounter? Did Anakin meet Odage in the past fest weeks when Obi-wan wasn't here? He certainly looks like someone he would have a lot to talk too, being approximately the same age and Odage having this magnetic pull that seems to enthral most of the Senate.

What else did he miss during his time away?

"...I'm sure you can submit a demand to the Jedi Order for this, Mariv," Anakin says.

Mariv? Mariv? Who the kriff is Mariv? Surely it isn't Senator Odage, who is now leaning towards Anakin with the smile of someone who's finally hearing what he was aiming at for the past hour.

"But wouldn't you be the best for this, Anakin?"

This is it. Obi-wan probably had too much to drink, especially combined with his exhaustion and sour mood, but he knows he will not let that slide. Anakin looks clueless and Obi-wan will not let him be roped in whatever grubby schemes avid politicians have in mind with a Jedi, however smart and better than him at his job they are. Especially if they're smarter and better than him.

"Anakin," Obi-wan cuts in, and just like he hoped it will, it immediately grabs Anakin's attention. Obi-wan doesn't call him by anything else than a respectful 'Knight Skywalker' when they’re not alone. He barely does it in front of Bail and Padmé. "I'm sure you can't take decisions without consulting the Order first, that would be presumptuous, wouldn't it?"

If Obi-wan's complete focus on him hadn't distracted him from Odage, the small step he takes closer to the Jedi, making them arms brush, would have done the trick. He never gets that close in public and judging by Bail’s raised eyebrow, he’s not the only one surprised by his own boldness.

"Oh," Odage says in a suave voice, his eyes following the way Anakin unconsciously shifts his whole body towards Obi-wan, "yes, you would know about this, Senator Kenobi. I keep forgetting your past as a Jedi apprentice. That must be a real advantage to have this connection to them. Not every Senator can have the chance to call for a specific knight when they want company on their trips or when they fancy it."

Obi-wan feels Anakin's reaction in the Force before any movement and almost as a reflex to prevent him from throwing a comment they will both regret, Obi-wan grabs his shoulder. It’s enough to stop him. Obi-wan feels him slowly relaxing under his fingers. His hand, a light touch at first, slowly goes down to the small of his back, applying just the right amount of pressure there to make the man under it quiet and contented in the Force once again.

Sometimes, Anakin being so receptive to touch is a blessing.

"You're perfectly right, Senator Odage," Obi-wan declares with the most polite smile he could afford after four glasses of brandy and rethinking his entire career in the past twenty minutes. "Nothing like good-old fashion favouritism to get out of assassination attempts and surviving Outer-Rim fascist government leaders who don't appreciate feeling like you're giving them a lesson. Thanks the Force for failing my Jedi training, I don’t know how I could be a competent politician without completely relying on the Jedi Order."

The poorly covered laugh coming from Bail, who has been suspiciously quiet until now, does nothing to stop Odage from opening his mouth again. Obi-wan is drunk, hasn’t slept in the past 48 hours and has a hand on Anakin: One more inappropriate remark from Odage and fist-fighting would feel less and less outside of the realm of possibility.

“Senator Kenobi, I never knew you were so funny.” “I haven’t been funny since my last run-in with a gundark,” Obi-wan deadpans, eyes locked on Odage as he downs his last glass of brandy. “I think Senator Kenobi is tired,” Bail proclaims before Odage has the chance to reply. “He was just telling me that he was going home, and I’m sure it’s also time for Knight Skywalker to head back to the Temple.” “Sure, we’re going the same way and I came with a speeder, I can take Obi-wan home.” “Wait Anakin, I didn’t have the time to-“, Odage tries but Bail is already putting a firm arm on his shoulder. “You two have a good night! So, Senator, did I already introduce you to Representative Bari? I’m sure you and her seven heads will get along marvellously.”

“That was…” Anakin says once they’re gone, leaning completely against Obi-wan’s hand on his back. There is no reason for it to still be there, but Obi-wan can’t stop his slow insistent up and down movement against Anakin’s back. “For one moment I thought you were going to use the prissy tone you take when I’ve irritated you enough to make you lose patience, and just starts listing everything he did wrong since the day he was born.”

Obi-wan narrows his eyes at him, finally retracting his hand and turning away toward the main exit of the Senate’s reception room. He doesn’t need to look back to know that Anakin is right behind him.

“I don’t have a prissy tone.” “Hum hum.” “I had…” Obi-wan’s shoulders sag and he slows down to match Anakin’s pace. “…A long week.” “It’s Wednesday.” “Ah. I’m afraid that if this is the way I start the week, my chances of ending up in jail are going to blow up at the end of it.” “Don’t worry too much about it,” Anakin dismisses, getting his robe and Obi-wan’s coat from the cloakroom, “I would bail you out. If you ask nicely.” “Would you?” He feigns a distract tone as he turns around to slip his arms in the coat Anakin is holding for him. “I was under the impression that you would be too busy mooning over Mariv to think about it.”

There is a strange noise behind him and before he can react, two hands are on his shoulders and forcing him to turn around and confront Anakin’s wide eyes.

“Are you… Are you jealous? Is this why you were all…”

He makes a little hand gesture to his back and tilts his hand. Obi-wan really wants to tell him that he looks like an idiot with his silly gesticulations and shaggy hair everywhere, but unfortunately, a slight blush from the party is still visible high on his cheeks and the amusement in his eyes is tangible in the Force around him, and by extension, around Obi-wan. It’s infuriating.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Anakin,” He huffs, shifting around, but Anakin must see something on his face because he’s suddenly laughing and squeezing his shoulders. “Obi-wan Kenobi, you are jealous! You're a jealous man! I have never seen you jealous before, I didn’t even think you knew how to, this is the greatest moment of my life!” “Anakin, you’ve been knighted. And freed from slavery.” “I stand by what I said!” He declares loudly. “Were you ready to defend my honour?” “Force, would you stop saying-“ “No, no, answer the question Obi-wan.” “Can we go-“ “Did you think I was into Odage? Were you seething with rage because he touched me? Did you think I would forget all about you after two months and, what, elope with the first politician to talk to me?” “You’re a terrible person, do you know that?” “Because you know I would only elope with you.”

There is no answer to that. Anakin is the picture of sincerity, grin still full of mirth, golden curls framing his flushed cheeks and the Force humming softly around him. It feels warm and kind, loving in such a playful way that it’s begging Obi-wan to join him, give in, love him.

And Obi-wan is a tired, old, drunk fool who wants.

He’s shoving Anakin behind one of the pillars of an adjacent corridor before he realises what he’s doing, fisting Anakin’s tunic in one hand and grabbing a handful of curly hair to keep him in place with the other. Anakin’s eyes suddenly darken, his lips moving to form the beginning of a shameless taunt, surely, but Obi-wan’s demanding mouth is on him to prevent it in an instant. He tastes like expansive cocktails at boring parties, but underneath it’s him, only him and no one else.

A leg is pushing Anakin against the pillar, pressing and pressing at every little noise escaping from him. Obi-wan wants to melt into him.

“Terrible, awful boy,” He grumbles as Anakin tries to laugh before getting kissed again, instantly pliant under him. “Well,” Anakin finally breathes. His hair is an absolute mess, half in his face and half pulled by Obi-wan’s fist, letting him admire an immaculate throat. Where he found the strength not to bite there before, Obi-wan doesn’t know. “I think I need to send a ‘thank you’ card to Odage. Or maybe grant him his-”

A sharp pull on his hair and his words turn into a faint whine.

“Will you, Anakin? Will you really?”

Anakin’s eyes shut blissfully, like he’s finally where he wants to be.

“I guess I won’t have time for that.”

#*obi-wan 2 seconds away from verbally destroying someone*#anakin:*delighted overjoyed ready to get on his knees*#senator kenobi au #obikin #this was... a very good prompt #I should probably find a beta instead of making you read my broken english #asks #anon #fic i will never write #well it's more a fic I wrote now

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commander-diomika · 3 years

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Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming Pairing: Zolf Smith/Oscar Wilde Rating: Gen Word Count: ~2000 Additional Tags: Slow Burn, 18-Month Time Gap (Rusty Quill Gaming), Rating Will Change to Explicit in Later Parts, Opposites Attract, just two people trying to figure out how to keep the peace with each other and very occasionally succeeding

Summary: Part 2 is here, set several months after Part 1 in a Damascus safehouse. (here's Part One)

"There was another Sending from Curie’s people.” From a side-table awash with documents, Zolf fetched a piece of paper. “New workin’ theory on London, some kind of disease, rather than mind control."

Wilde frowned. “Oh, that’s much worse. Mind control magic at least implies some kind of central power system, a culprit to be fought. If it’s an illness… it might just be chaotic, undirected spread.” Wilde's eyes were shrewd. This was the Wilde that Zolf actually liked working with.

“The message doesn’t sound certain. Just a theory.” Zolf pointed out. He settled back. The couch was a threadbare number but it was comfortable enough, and this wasn’t the first evening they’d spent sitting here discussing plans and directions.

The two of them couldn’t have gotten the hell out of Cairo at a better time. Two weeks after Zolf and Wilde made their quiet exit from the Meritocrats, Aphophis disappeared, taking with him the last few loyal agents. In the ensuing chaos, Wilde pulled some strings and… appropriated significant funding for the next phase. Enough to rent a modest base of operation in Damascus, where they had been for the past few months.

Zolf wasn’t quite sure how Wilde made it all happen so smoothly. At the time he’d just thought Wilde got lucky. Though having worked together for just a few months, he was tempted to say Wilde got lucky a lot… Or perhaps he was just very good at making it seem that way.

“Ho, Wilde,” Zolf called from the kitchen, as he heard Wilde enter the townhouse.

His companion entered the adjoining sitting room, dressed almost-sensibly for the heat in a cream linen suit, a satchel slung over his shoulder.

“What you got there?” Zolf called. He had been chopping vegetables for the evening meal but seeing that Wilde looked flush with success, Zolf put the knife down and wiped off his hands as he went to join him.

His step faltered as he realised that Wilde, once again, was not alone. With him was the man Zolf couldn’t help but think of as “the interloper”.

Alfred Douglas stood just a few inches shorter than Wilde, similarly dark haired and dashing, as he followed Wilde into the sitting room and greeted Zolf with a winning smile. “Hello, Mr Smith.” Wilde had once said that he chose his friends for their good looks, and to look at Alfred, Zolf would begrudgingly agree.

Zolf had met this newcomer just a few days ago. Returning from a fruitless trip to Turkey, he was shocked to find another person at the safehouse; an old friend, Wilde said. When pressed for details, Wilde had first deflected, demurred, and then dug his heels in. It had gotten ugly.

Not wanting to repeat the fight, Zolf just nodded tightly. “Douglas.”

“Oh please, I’ve been telling you, you can call me Bosie.” Zolf, basically immune to affected charm, ignored him and repeated his question to Wilde. “What’s in the bag, Wilde?”

“Books!” Wilde replied, pointedly ignoring the pair’s less-than-warm interaction.

One by one he produced several tomes from the leather satchel with a flourish, revealing each as if waiting for applause before placing them on the low wooden table. A History of Dwarven Achievements; Svalbard, a Japanese travel guide, and one more sizeable volume. Zolf couldn’t immediately understand the title, but he could see that it was written in Dwarvish. That last one gave a small puff of dust as Wilde gently ran his fingers through the pages before adding it to the pile.

“Bosie was such a help, weren’t you dear, I would never have found that last little merchant alone. I swear we went down so many side alleys it was like a maze!” Wilde’s voice was honeyed and light again. It made Zolf feel itchy and irritable. In the months they’d been in Damascus, he’d almost gotten Wilde to just act like a normal bloody person when it was just the two of them, instead of some conversational artiste looking to make a spectacle of every interaction. Two days in the interloper’s company and he was back to the same smarmy, dunkable cad Zolf had met in London.

“The Svalbard one wasn’t exactly easy to get our hands on, either. It’s not like anyone is doing transfers from The London Library anymore.” Wilde reported as he speedily shed jacket, hat and shoes, then plopped down on the settee. Still looking overly pleased with himself, he patted the seat next to him, inviting Bosie to sit. He did so.

“How did you go with your leads?” Wilde asked, still slightly breathless from the performance he made of unveiling the books.

Zolf’s lips pursed, and he considered not answering. Even though Wilde was probably telling him everything in the long hours they spent sequestered in Wilde’s room, it still felt wrong to discuss business with Douglas here. Since he’d arrived on the scene he’d been nothing but disarming smiles and quiet interest but…

Maybe I’m just bein’ paranoid, Zolf said to himself. It was immediately followed with another thought, unbidden and unwelcome. More like bein’ jealous.

That couldn’t possibly be the case, so Zolf opened his mouth and started speaking. “I went askin’ after our initial contact with the Hephaestus lot. You know, the one that sent me on that bloody wild goose chase?” Zolf’s recent trip to Ankara had been based on that lead. He’d been looking for Garten, with no success.

“Turns out she’s not keen on explaining to me why her lead was a blumin’ fake, and the rest of ‘em have closed up ranks.” Finding something to do that didn’t involve looking at either of them, Zolf picked up Wilde’s hat off the table and hung it on the hook by the door. “Also, it looks like the whole Cult is gettin’ ready to move, if I’m honest. A lot less folks workin’ and a lot more packin’ up than I saw last I wer’ there.” He picked up Wilde’s shoes and put them by the door.

“Yes, actually, I noticed something similar at the Artemisian temples the other day,” Douglas said thoughtfully.

Zolf glared at him. Who did he think he was?

As far as Zolf was concerned, the man’s only saving grace was that his sudden reappearance in Wilde’s life made him happy. Pleasant or positive things had been in short supply, and Zolf wasn’t a monster. But Douglas had been tottering about on thin ice since the moment he arrived, and his comments were only salting the surface.

Wilde’s eyes tracked between the two of them, and with a melodramatic sigh he said, “Perhaps you ought to head off, my dear.” He threw Zolf a glance that said there, are you happy now?

“Yeh, I’ve got some things to discuss with Wilde. In private.” Zolf added, eyebrows brewing up a thunderstorm.

Bosie tilted his head, an expression of mock-hurt on his face. It was an expression Wilde made often and Zolf did his best not to explode. These two were as bad as each other and getting worse.

Wilde made an apologetic shooing motion with his hands, and Douglas did as he was bid. He gathered his hat with a reproachful look at Zolf, and gave Wilde a peck on the cheek before leaving. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Oscar.”

Wilde walked Douglas out and returned to the settee, sitting with an exasperated sigh.

It had been getting better between them, heroes with their backs against the wall that they were. It had been. For all that Wilde was insufferable when he got on his airs about “need-to-know information” and couldn’t cook and was constantly preening as though any of that even mattered… But for all the myriad of ways he got up Zolf’s nose, he was also talented. Adept at making and keeping contacts. Able to talk his way into places Zolf couldn’t even get a foot into. An incredible mind for language, information, and planning. He was useful to have around, and for that Zolf was trying his best to extend a bit of graciousness.

And for all Wilde was frustrating company, at least he was someone. Wilde had been dead right, back in Cairo. It was nice to not be alone.

A mulish expression settled on Wilde’s face. It was obvious he was getting ready to jump straight back into the argument about Douglas, but Zolf wasn’t in the mood to rehash the same angry words.

you need to trust me, Zolf

you ain’t supposed to hide things from me anymore

we’re supposed to be partners

it’s none of your business

I thought you were more careful than this

With all the tact of a glaive to the face, Zolf changed the subject.

“There was another Sending from Curie’s people.” From a side-table awash with documents, Zolf fetched a piece of paper. “New workin’ theory on London, some kind of disease, rather than mind control. But it is affectin’ paladins, so it’s not any kind of disease we’ve dealt with before.”

Wilde frowned. “Oh, that’s much worse. Mind control magic at least implies some kind of central power system, a culprit to be fought. If it’s an illness… it might just be chaotic, undirected spread.” As though a spell had been lifted, as soon as Douglas left the room, Wilde turned into a different person, sharp and incisive.

Zolf nodded in grim approval of Wilde’s assessment, moving to sit down next to him.

“She also reckons we start treatin’ it like something communicable. Isolatin’ when we’ve not been able to keep an eye on each other, so on.”

“Well, that’s not very practical for us, now is it. We don’t have the kind of operation Curie does, with the people and resources to run proper quarantine.” Wilde said, eyes shrewd. This was the Wilde that Zolf actually liked working with. “We split up all the time.”

“Still, a theory from one of the sharpest minds left on the planet. Worth giving credence to. Maybe we need to look at bringing a few more people on board.” Wilde paused, thoughtful. “How would you feel about working with James Barnes?”

Zolf cocked his head, unable to place the name for a moment. “Commander James Barnes?”

“The very same.”

Zolf’s jaw worked as he started several different sentences then abandoned them. “I mean, he’s in the Navy, ain’t he? Last I checked, that’s still under Meritocratic order.”

“Perhaps he won’t be with them for much longer.” Wilde said mysteriously. Zolf nearly called him on it. Fighting about the sudden inclusion of Douglas in their affairs, Zolf had pushed Wilde hard on his habit of half-truths and leading statements. He hadn’t gotten anywhere with it. He was starting to think Wilde might be just an incorrigible equivocator, and there was nothing to be done about it.

So Zolf simply grunted.

“So that’s a solid maybe on Barnes,” Wilde grinned. “Besides, we’ll be fine for the moment. I won’t go running off and recruiting anyone new, because now we’ve got Bosie.”

Zolf took a slow breath at this topic change. He gentled the first angry words that came to mind, and spoke. “Wilde… I know you trust him. I know you two have a long history. But in light of this-” Zolf tapped the transcribed Sending. “-I don’t know how I feel about you bringing him in on… everything.” It lay on the table next to the satchel.

“Oh, that reminds me!” Wilde said smoothly, grabbing the bag and reaching inside. “I managed to pick up one more thing.”

From the satchel he produced a much smaller item, a banged-up paperback with a bright cover.

“Ohhh it’s the second Hearts of Fire!” Zolf exclaimed. He knew a misdirect when he saw one but couldn’t contain himself. “Those are so hard to get!” He took the book-shaped olive branch from Wilde quickly, already opening to page one.

“I knew I shouldn’t have given it to you until you’d at least had a look at the Svalbard books,” Wilde teased.

Zolf considered Wilde over the top of the book for a long moment. Wilde wasn’t off the hook. Neither of them were. They would have to come back to this jagged mess of a conversation at some point, but for now, Zolf chose peace. Of a sort.

“Look, the quicker I’m done with it, the quicker you can have it. Don’t pretend like you haven’t read my Campbells. I’m not the one dog-earin’ the pages. I thought you were sposed to be a man of culture.”

“Oh, stop hounding me about it, Zolf,” Wilde said, picking up Dwarven Achievements and relaxing gratefully back into the couch. Zolf was already so engrossed he didn’t even groan.

#hank writes #rusty quill gaming #zoscar #zolfwilde #rqg #rqg fic #but seriously how WOULD you feel if your legacy was just ''oscar wilde's lover''#literal RIP alfred douglas #anyway hit that reblog button plz

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blissfulsun · 4 years

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hey!!! your writing is soo amazing💞💞 could you please do #14 and #11 with Jeff🥺🥰

hello lovely!! thank u that acc means the world to me😩❣️ sorry this took a lil longer than I thought it would but I hope you like this one😚

word count: 1,462

Miscommunications // Jeff Wittek

There was something about LA when the sun had just come up, the city of angles usually a far fetched name in reality.

Although, if you asked Jeff, he'd let it slip he knows one personally.

That's how he saw you, an angel who could do no wrong in his eyes.

His moods never affected negatively in your calming presence, short temper manageable with you around.

The others thought you were magic at first, or at least, really good in bed before they found out what the two of you had was only friendship.

Granted, if Jeff had it his way you would've progressed past that stage by now also.

If you were the angel between the pair of you, he must be the devil.

He really wished he had a pitchfork handy right about now, watching you smile and nod in conversation with someone other than himself.

Hikes were your guys thing, sure, Todd tagged along sometimes if he wasn't too hungover to function.

But ultimately it was y/n & Jeff, most of the city still asleep giving him time to start his day right, with you by his side.

This guy didn't seem to get the memo, picking up friendly conversation when you tried to take a picture of a fidgeting Nerf at the top of the hill.

Anyway, Jeff thinks his name was Lake or something? And he was really good at making you laugh apparently, as the two of you walked slightly ahead on your way down.

'Green is not your colour bro' Todd teases, interested to see his best friend appear so threatened by a stranger half a head shorter.

Jeff only mutters in reply but Todd catches the '...need to find a new hiking trail' in his rushed rambling.

They continue the rest of the way in silence, your laughter and Nerf's heavy breathing in his ear the only sounds.

'Great!! I'll text you about it...' Jeff feels his mood dampen further with your declaration.

You're waving your new friend off, cause that's all he is in truth, and then you're sat in the passenger seat of your crush's car again.

The car ride feels weirdly tense, silence taking over your usual routine of playful bickering and singing off key to each other.

You try and not over think it, though it's often your favourite past time.

Not in this friendship with Jeff though, you both stressed how important trust and communication is early on in your budding relationship.

Granted, he was hoping that conversation to form a kind of foundation for something else, but at this point he has settled for at least having you in his life, just the thought of a you shaped absence leaving him cold.

You snap out of thought when Jeff takes a left instead of a right, confusion evident in your question 'You missed a turn bub, I thought we were going to your apartment?’

His hands tighten their grasp around the wheel momentarily. 'I have a couple of errands today, just gonna drop you off home.' His decision causes both of your hearts to sink.

Jeff knows he's being short with you, the reaction driven by red hot jealousy mostly beyond his control. 'I could go with you?' his clenched jaw unwinds slightly at the tender tone you take on.

Your mind is spinning, the two of you were pratically attached at the hip, always getting chores and jobs alike done with your partner in crime.

Jeff sighs, the frustration evident in his tense shoulders. 'Not today y/n/n' He feels even worse when he catches a glimpse at your crest fallen expression in the rearview mirror.

Neither of you speaks for the rest of the short ride. On a normal day, you'd be dreading the sight of your home nearing, the incoming goodbyes with Jeff (though short lived) always heavy on your heart, but for once it provides unexpected relief.

You can't get out of the car fast enough, hands shakily gripping to remove the seat belt before Jeff has even properly parked.

'Woah woah, angel why are you in such a rush?' He's trying to lighten the mood, wanting to keep you within the close proximity for a little longer despite his own contradicting plans.

The bitterness with which you deliver your response feels foreign, 'I don't know, wouldn't want to keep you from your errands.' You regret it in an instant, especially when you register Jeff's lost expression upon first glance.

And then it changes, his brow furrows & there's a determined glint in his eyes as he turns off the engine and locks all the doors, effectively trapping you inside.

‘Are you going to start seeing that guy?' straight to the point, he's fed up of dancing around these feelings.

Hell, if he's going to lose you it might as well be because to unreciprocated feelings instead of the annoyingly friendly hiker.

'What??-' You're stumped. He's left you speechles plenty before, though in far different scenarios. 'You mean Luke?' Jeff's eyes roll involuntarily, 'I mean, we chatted about maybe grabbing lunch sometime. But it wasn't anythi-'

‘-you seemed to like him. Reckon you'll be a cute couple. You want to put our hikes on pause? Let you get to know-' the pair of you continue to interrupt each other.

‘I...how could you ask me that? What are you even saying?' You're not sure what to feel, anger, hurt and confusion all mixing a dangerous cocktail in your gut.

It hits you suddenly, a crashing wave of realisation. You stumble between thoughts, mind incapable of wrapping around the fact Jeff, is jealous.

The next couple of minutes feel cruicial as you wonder: how long? is he just being protective? holy shit I'm in love with you please feel the same way.

You clear your throat before speaking. 'I'm not intrested in Luke. Not in going on hikes with him or even really grabbing that coffee, I would rather do those things with you.'

Jeff's heart is losing some of it's extra weight as you continue. 'wanna run stupid errands and walk Nerf with you..or really anything else you might want t-'

'-go out with me.' It feels amazing to say, the feeling only growing as he reaches for your smaller hand.

You squeeze once, staring at the soft smile reflected in his eyes, a short breath leaves you before you're eagerly nodding.

‘Yeah? ...forget about coffee doll, I'll take you to dinner instead.' And then he's coming closer. You're not sure what to focus on, the warmth of his skin on your hand or the still decreasing space between your faces.

Jeff leans across your frame...and opens the passanger door. 'I'll pick you up at 8?' He's not really asking, smug in the realisation of his effect on you.

Your cheeks redden and you scramble to get out the car. 'What am I meant to wear?' -'Whatever you want doll, you look perfect in everything' It feels good to finally let his thoughts and words roam free, no filter enforced.

You watch him reverse and drive off, baffled by how quickly he regained control of the situation despite your initial advantage, though you can't say you're mad. Legs buckling as you rush to get inside and prepared despite the early hour of the day.

Meanwhile, Jeff calls in for back up, all of your available friends helping him plan the perfect date to wow his future girl with.

He's half aware that though the effort will be appreciated, you would be just as happy taking a simple drive or grabbing some take out and spending the rest of the night on his sofa.

There will be plenty of that still, he thinks, allowing his mind to wander to thoughts of holding you in his arms and kissing you whenever he likes for the first time in a long while.

It's suddenly a possibility again, that particular reminder stays with him as he cleans up and shows up at your door.

He's perfectly on time, having sat in his car in your driveway for a good couple of minutes to calm his erratic heart. All nerves disappear when the door opens and you're illuminated by the colourful dawn behind him.

Jeff has always thought you're an angel, this, only serves as confirmation to his beliefs as you stand before him. 'You look amazing tonight...' the compliment is delivered while breathless, much like how he's left you feeling at first glance.

‘Thank you' you beam at him and he takes the leap to grab your hand.

There's no clumsy firsts, you fall into each other as if it's habit, the rest of the night the beginning of it all, exactly what Jeff, and secretly yourself, have been waiting on for far too long.

#angels💓#fluffy angst??#aka my BRAND #ily thank u for requesting #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek x reader

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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more ways than one (03)

word count; 4173

summary; you finally start to make some progress with the clone copy that you’re harbouring.

notes; a little bit shorter than other parts, but they’re just making progress, that’s it.

warnings; none.

You were practically dragging your feet as you made you way up to the loft, a deep and heavy sigh on your lips and the keys jingling in your hand, the warmth from the heaters in your car slipping away and you realised just how cold the large building complex actually got when it wasn’t buzzing with the energy of all your friends or the heat from Derek’s central heating.

The lights of the elevator flickered, and you watched as it flicked from the ground floor, up past the first floor, the second floor, and finally to the third, curiosity spiking within you as you wondered just what might lay on the floors between Derek’s and the main lobby, but you’d never been shown, and it felt wrong to pry into Derek’s personal life like that. Who knows what he’s got going on?

Your voice within your own mind rang with the words ‘Mr Hale will see you now’ as you contemplated the secrets that might be held within the floors, and you were still snickering to yourself when you unlocked the door, the large open plan floor that you knew so well was lit up warmly with natural daylight and quiet was settled over the room.

“It’s just me, please don’t throw anything!”

Your playful mood clearly wasn’t reciprocated, because the man wandered out from the kitchen, a sour look on his face as he glared at you, the expression stitched on his face screaming a silent ‘fuck off’ as he all but sneered at you. Rolling your eyes, you toed off your shoes, your arm aching as you adjusted the heavy bags hanging from it, his own eyes moving down to scan along the many possessions and items you had brought with you.

Despite the warm glow of the room, the atmosphere was freezing, and you hummed as you moved further into the room, putting down all your bags on the messy couch, picking up the cushions and adjusting them before rubbing at your arms. “It’s fucking freezing in here, I’m sorry I can’t turn the heating on, but then Derek would know something was up, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want other people to know about you.” His neutral expression turned down in a bitter frown at your words, and he stayed standing idle in the kitchen doorway.

Despite your mentions of the cold, he still stood in the same thin cotton t-shirt you’d left him in last night, and he didn’t seem all that affected by the lack of heat in the room, your brows furrowing as you took him in, bare feet on the cold stone of the cement floors making your cringe as you shivered, only getting colder at the sight of him.

“You’re not cold?”

You hadn't really expected an answer, and he merely watched at you, his body tensing a little as you watched him, the locked stared between the two of you growing uncomfortable and you tore your eyes away from his, glancing over the bags you had brought with you and rubbing your hands together as you prioritised.

“How are your wounds doing? Will you let me take a look?” You took a cautious step toward him, and though he flinched at your approach, he stayed still, before eventually turning, and he reached a hand behind his head, a soft grunt of discomfort leaving him as he tugged the shirt up until it was over his head, pulled tight around his biceps as they hung before his body as you looked at his wounds.

Your finger traced over the soft white material of the bandages, his body shifting under your hold and he glanced at you over his shoulder, your eyes meeting his and you tried to ease him by offering him a small smile, only being rewarded with a blink, before he was looking away again, and you reached around to his front to find the seal you’d left, and you unwrapped the material carefully. Lifting his arms to help you a little, the wrapping came loose, allowing you to peel back the padding you’d put on his body to check on the gashes down his back, a gasp falling from your lips.

He startled, turning to look at you and you placed your hands on his hips, holding his back to your tightly and he twisted his head, doing his best to look at them as you shook your head. “Sorry, no, nothing bad.” His eyes narrowed on you, but there was no hostility behind the glare as he turned his head back, his body deflating as he sighed in relief. “These are healing really quickly, they’re doing so well.”

Wrapping the wounds back up, you checked that they were properly sealed, shaking your head in approval and letting out a little sound of satisfaction at your own work, bouncing on the tips of your toes as he pulled his shirt back on over his head, easing it down his body until he was covered again, before turning to you.

“You’re healing unnaturally fast, but I’m really not all that bothered about questioning it. Kinda’ wish I had that ability for getting rid of my hangovers after Lydia’s parties.” At this point, you were just rambling to yourself, talking aimlessly as you busied yourself with making your way back over to the couch.

“What’s a ‘hangover’?” Your eyes widened as he spoke, and he swallowed thickly, his throat sore and aching as he coughed on it upon speaking, his eyes fixed on you and you made your way to the kitchen, tipping your head at him in signal for him to follow you, his footsteps quiet and slow as he trailed after you.

“A hangover is what happens to you after you drink way too much, usually at Lydia’s parties because she spikes everything with a lot of vodka.” You giggled, and it didn’t seem to clear anything up, his brows furrowed, and you merely waved your hand at him, dismissing the statement, choosing instead to take a glass and fill it up with cool water, handing it to him and motioning to your neck, and his eyes dipped to look at the floor as he took it, sipping on the liquid slowly.

Shaking your body down, the enthusiasm you’d held while in a bubbly mood was slowly slipping away as awkwardness filled the room between the two of you, the air heavy and stifling, and you chose instead to move around him, your body slumping and you took two of the bags you’d abandoned on the couch, tins and jars jingling within them as you brought them back into the kitchen.

You shuffled around the kitchen quietly, paying extra attention to the way in which you were laying out the vegetables in the kitchen drawer, colour coordinating the fresh produce you had brought with you, before unstacking packets of pasta and jars of sauce into one of the cupboards, making sure everything was lined up perfectly until there was no way you could possibly avoid socialising with the man behind you any longer.

He had finished his glass of water, and you took the glass from him, placing it in the sink as he wrung his hands in front of his body, flexing his fingers open and closed within fists, before spinning on his heel and making his way from the room. You watched him go, shaking your head as he moved his body in awkward and jerky movements, flexing and freeing his muscles, before poking through the final bags on the couch.

An evident routine seemed to be setting in between the two of you.

You would arrive at the loft, silence would take over as you checked his wounds, before moving onto cooking. You’d make him a meal, eat in silence as he stared at the food, possibly eating it or possibly not, all depending on his mood, before finally going back to ignoring you and you eventually left. The situation was the same shit on different days, and you chewed at the inside of your cheek to keep from bubbling over with anger.

Taking the same pan from the draining rack that you’d become accustomed to using, you tipped pasta into it, guessing at how much you would need and thinking that perhaps at some point you should stop just making him pasta and make him something real, but you weren’t quite in the mood to start with a Gordon Ramsey approved three-course meal for the man that wasn’t indulging you in more than three words at a time.

Holding the metal instrument under the tap, you watched as the water took over the top of the solid tubes, and you placed it onto the hob, sparking it up and fishing around for a spoon in the drawer in which to stir with once it really began to cook.

You zoned off as you stared into the bubbling water, the pasta softening and you absentmindedly twirled them around the pan, sighing out in exasperation as the tubes swelled up and lightened in colour, and you reached for the drainer, turning down the heat as you strained the food, the water draining away and you rinsed the starch away, tipping the jar of sauce over the food and placing it back on the heat, stirring until the sauce was piping hot.

The smell of tomatoes and herbs filled the air, smelling so good that your stomach grumbled, and clearly, the notion was reciprocated because shuffling caught your attention, and your eyes flicked up to notice the man hovering in the doorway, head tipped up slightly as he sniffed at the air.

Taking two bowls, you tipped out the food into the dishes, balancing a fork on top of each meal before turning to him. You had expected him to take the dish and leave with it, or to look at it before storming from the room the way he had the previous times you’d tried to feed him. Pulling out a seat at the kitchen counter, you hopped up onto it, stabbing at your food and blowing on it carefully, his brows furrowing as he watched you.

Pulling out a seat, your jaw hung slack a little as he sat opposite you, stabbing at the pasta, before blowing on it tentatively, the look on his face questioning as he watched you, before biting cautiously at the mouthful. He’d barely taken two chews of the food before his shoulders were slumping, a happy sigh leaving him as he shovelled more of the food into his mouth, and you had to suppress a chuckle as you watched him practically inhale the meal, pride filling your chest.

He didn’t say anything else to you, and while it was slightly upsetting that he would sit with you but not talk when you now knew he clearly understood what you were saying, at least you were making progress. He was sitting with you, and eating the meal you had made, and his aggressive attacks seemed to have stopped. Some kind of trust had been formed between the two of you as you helped patch him up and heal the wounds, and for now, that was enough.

The meal was practically torturous as you ate, the man long-since having finished his own dish, but instead of leaving, he sat with you in silence, watching you as you ate and heat flooded your cheeks. Eventually, you had reached out for his dish, and he’d pushed it across to you carefully, watching as you scraped half of the portion of pasta you had left into his dish and offered it to him.

He finished that before you had finished yours, again.

You felt a pang of guilt, knowing just how hungry he must be when you were only showing up once a day, and the time was going to come when you wouldn’t be able to come and see him every single day. You needed more snacks and simple food so stock the cupboards so that he could eat even when you weren’t here.

He was a puzzle. He could talk, and fight, and seemed like a functional person but he can’t cook himself a meal, or run a bath, or dress his own wounds.

Once you had finished, he lurked around the kitchen as you washed the pots, the same collection of utensils and crockery moving from the sink, to the table, to the drying rack, on a repetitive cycle. He was standing by his seat, scratching at the bandages on his torso with a scowl on his face and your eyebrows raised, and he sighed, squirming under your gaze as he resisted the urge to pick at the fabric under his shirt.

“You know, if it’s irritating your skin, I could probably take off the bandages and just tape down the padding a little more. It’s healing.. oddly quickly.”

He seemed to perk up a little bit, his shoulders rising as he stood a little straighter at your words, and he took the initiative for once, making his way through to the living room where he seemed to have set up camp, a stack of books beside the empty bags from the groceries you had brought with you. You ran your fingers over the spines of each of the books, no dust on the covers and your eyes flickered up to glance at the bookcase across the room, a clear patch on the shelves where books had been carefully selected, and you plucked one of them from the centre of the pile, glancing at the cover.

“I got Derek this book, I don’t think he’s ever actually read it, but I think you’ll like it.”

He licked over his lip, watching as you put it down on the top of the pile, and he picked it up, swapping it placing it directly under the one balanced on the corner of the coffee table, the one you figured he must be reading now, a subtle signal that he would read that one next. Tugging up on the collar of his shirt, he peeled the material up, and you quickly undid the bandages wrapped tightly around his middle, dropping the pile to the table.

Picking up a fresh packet of padding, you tore it open carefully, peeling away the slightly blood-soaked ones that were there and replacing each one as you went, applying double the tape you had applied the time before in order to ensure they stayed in place, seeing as no bandages would be going on this time.

Once they were all secured, you tapped at his shoulder in a signal that he could lower his arms and his shirt, his hand smoothing over his front as he relaxed, feeling at the place where the bandages once lay, and almost relieved look painted on his face. It was a look you’d seen many times before on your best friend, and yet despite having the same face, he still managed to look entirely different at the same time.

Sweeping up the bundle, you stuffed the used wrappings into a bag to take with you, dumping the whole collection by the front door, only one bag remaining sitting on the couch, and you worried your lower lip between your teeth, messing with the zip on it as you stood in tense quiet for a few moments. “Do you want me to leave?”

He didn’t reply, his fingers fidgeting with himself anxiously as he shuffled, not even bothering to look up at you but his body didn’t become defensive, and he didn’t tense up. Instead, he took a small, minute, step closer to you, dragging his gaze up from the ground with pursed lips and a neutral stare fixed on your own. You took a deep breath, letting the tension slip from your body, your shoulders slumping as you turned to face him fully, holding his gaze and unwilling to back down under his intense watch.

“You want me to stay?”

The words were spoken almost timidly, as though you were worried you might offend him, and he blinked at you, his chin tipping up in agreement and he swallowed thickly, looking between you and the bag sitting beside you on the couch cushions, before he cleared his throat, his expression smoothing out into one that almost looked relaxed when you mumbled an ‘okay’ under your breath.

You grabbed one of the large cushions from the couch, dropping it onto the floor, the flopping sound it made out echoed from the walls and you decided that you absolutely couldn’t stand the silence any longer, choosing to pull your phone from your pocket, nibbling on your lower lip as you scrolled through all your playlists, before settling on a slower one, turning the volume down until the classic guitar notes could be barely heard, but it broke up the silence and you smiled to yourself, settling down on the cushion with the phone out on the table before yourself.

Clearing some space from all the cluttered belongings littering the surface, you tugged the textbooks and notebooks from your bag, choosing to start with your summer maths assignments to get ahead on classes for senior year, laying it out before you and plucking a pen from the fuzzy pencil case that always made you smile. The man still stood idly on the other side of the table, and you made a pointed effort not to stare at him as he tried to sort himself, and for a while he just stood there, his gaze burning into your skin as you scribbled down equations and answers, humming along to the tunes playing gently in the space around you.

Finally, he moved, picking up the book from the top of his pile and holding it in both of his hands. Instead of settling on the couch, he rounded the table, his leg brushing your shoulder as he took a seat beside you, mimicking you by sitting cross-legged on the concrete, and you turned to look at him. His gaze swept over your face at close range, closer than he ever had been, before he balanced his book on the wood before him, turning his attentions to the writing you were doing, a single finger reaching out as he brushed it over the material of your pencil case, the softness of the artificial purple fur making him hum in appreciation, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to contain the smile that threatened to break out.

He simply watched you work for a while, his fingers sometimes tapping on the hardcover of his book when a particularly catchy tune played, and you made a mental note of the songs he enjoyed, deciding to make a specific playlist of those ones and ones like it when you got home, because the music was doing fucking wonders for his mood and temper.

Eventually, he got bored of watching you do quadratic equations, and chose instead to read his book, the bare skin of his arm brushing against your rhythmically every few minutes as he turned a page, and yet he never shuffled away or made an effort to distance himself from you. He merely stayed put, taking comfort in the light form of physical affection as the two of you sat together in relative silence, the only sounds being the beats of the melodies and your humming along, the flicks of book pages and the scratch of pen on paper accompanying it.

The peaceful environment soon came crashing down around you though, when the device cut off from the calm tunes it was playing, buzzing loudly on the table for a split second before a loud remix of the Star Wars theme tune blared out, disturbing the ambience you had created, and the man beside you jumped violently in shock. His body tensed up, the book slamming shut as he glared at the device, hands forming fists as he leaned forward to look at it, and you placed a hand on his shoulder, a curse falling from your lips as you picked it up.

The calm aura around you both had been shattered, and you squeezed at the man’s shoulder, his body relaxing just barely under your hold and you nodded at him, holding the device up before him to show it was okay, his eyes widening as he looked at the contact picture shown to him.

You seemed unfazed, completely unaware that you were best friends with his charge, the boy he had failed so badly, and you were grinning as you swiped a finger over the screen. His mouth felt dry, his stomach twisting as the blaring music finally cut off, and he watched as you lifted the device to your ears, talking into it as a muffled voice came from the other end.

Your heart clenched at his confusion, the adorable look on his face making you smile a little as he watched you talk, no idea what a mobile phone was, evidently, and your hand slipped down from his shoulder, resting on his forearm as he moved to look at your hand on his arm, your fingers flexing absentmindedly on his skin as you traced soothing patterns into his skin, chatting in a tone that was far lighter and happier than you’d ever used around him before.

You shifted, your happy gaze dropping for a second and panicked spike in his body when you let out a stressed sigh, your eyes meeting his and the smile no longer reached your eyes. His sights were fixed on you as you stood up, balancing the thin device between your ear and your shoulder, brushing off the dust the cushion had become covered in from being placed on the floor, before you were putting it back in the place it belonged. Scooping up your books, you closed each of them, humming and mumbling acknowledgements to the boy who had called you as you packed away, and the doppelgänger watched you move, still sitting on the ground with a book in his lap.

Once your bag was zipped up and on your back, you scanned around the room, swiping your keys from the coffee table, standing stock-still in the centre of the room, finishing up your conversation and promising to be there in a few minutes, your heart sinking and gut twisting. Of course, the pack would need urgent help, the second you were beginning to make progress with the man you were hiding out in the loft.

“I..I have to go.” You didn’t expect much of a response, and you watched as he simply ducked his head, tearing his gaze from yours as he picked at the slightly worn leather on the front cover of the book with a bitten down and torn fingernail, before lifting it up to sit on the table. Getting to his feet, he walked past you to the door, picking up the two bags on the floor before turning back to you, a single eyebrow raised as he held them out to you, waiting patiently as you took them and adjusted them in your arms comfortably.

Unlocking the door again, you stood in it, his hands hanging idly by his sides as he watched you, before taking a step away, a signal that he wasn’t planning to run away again while the door was open, and you let out a sigh of relief. His hands flexed into fists as you moved, raising a hand to the handle on the metal door, and he reached up, sealing his fingers around your wrist, worry flashing in his eyes as he stilled your movements, sights flickering over your face for a second before his lips parted.

You waited, no matter what was going on you definitely had time to wait for him to speak, the cogs in his mind visibly turning in his eyes, his features twitching as he tried to work out what to say, before he was taking a deep breath, and looking directly at you.

“I..” He swallowed, shaking his head at himself, his voice soft and nervous as he blinked slowly. “See you soon?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in, smiling widely and nodding at him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be back real soon. Tomorrow, I promise.” He didn’t seem to understand what a ‘promise’ was, but he nodded at you, his fingers leaving their gentle hold on your wrist as he pulled it back to his side.

“Tomorrow. Promise.”

You were shocked he was even talking at all, but after watching you for a moment, he turned his back on you, wandering into the loft and back to sit down, and you slid the metal door closed, sealing him from your own view and locking it, a beaming smile on your lips as you hopped down the steps and made your way to your car.

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ajokeformur-ray · 3 years

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Hi 💚 Could I get matchup for Joker (Heath Ledger version)? I am a 5'1 geeky bi girl with medium long very dark brown hair and brown eyes. I love anything that is technology related especially video games,making mods for video games, emulators that emulate old devices, messing with AI etc. , working out, drawing (mainly digital and on rare occassions traditional), reading sometimes and I recently started learning how to make simple 3D models and video editing. I am quiet (the quiet type that is afraid if they join in a conversation they'll say something stupid in the process making themselves an outcastt), semi-shy and I try to be as kind as I can be in many ways (by doing random acts of kindness both online and offline).

Hello, darling!💙 I’m so sorry for the super long wait on this request!💜🌸 I adore writing matchups, they’re so rewarding! Not just to me, because I’m able to give back to this beautiful community in a small way and hopefully bring people a small piece of joy, but also to those who request them!💗🤗I hope that you like this, angel, and thank you so much for sending this in!🥰💖

Tumblr’s a butt with notifs so I’m tagging you in this too: @mermaidpowers1

Word count: 1, 073.

J stands at a solid six foot so he is more than a bit amused by the fact that you’re considerably shorter than him. You can expect for short jokes to make up the bulk of what J says to you in a casual setting, such as when you’re around some of his goons. His nicknames for you, short stuff, strawberry shortcake, short stack, shortie and the like are never intended to be mean-spirited, and if you are sensitive to your height then J would only make a short joke the once. What’s the use of insulting the only person who gives J free license to come into their home whenever he needs food, some medical attention, a place to sleep and to go? It would be counterproductive and counterintuitive, though J would not apologise for crossing that boundary. Instead, he would only commit to not making such jokes (aloud) again. He is a man of his word, but he is also a man of doing things and J knows well that words mean nothing if one doesn’t follow through with them through actions. J isn’t one for aesthetics and he doesn’t care about appearances, but he does find you beautiful and when he’s after something or when he’s wanting to be a little bit affection with you, he will greet you thusly; “hel-lo beautiful. And you are... beautiful.” If you blush, you will be teased for it, but again... it’s all good-natured. You love technology and anyone who walked in on you and J sharing a quiet evening together would come across a peculiar site: you and J sat shoulder to shoulder on your sofa, J sharpening his blades, cleaning his weapons, taking stock of what’s in his pockets, and you, surrounded by computer screens, AI, emulators... J loves watching you get lost in your element, just as much as you enjoy watching him getting lost in the singing of his blades as he sharpens them. As such, moments like this lead to two sets of eyes meeting for a few seconds. And if J shuffles just a tiny bit closer to you as a result, who are you to say anything?

You enjoy working out and though you often don't know it, J likes to watch you, too. Even if you think you're alone, you may well not be. J is protective of what is his, and so he makes sure that there is surveillance on you at all times. He will know where you are, what you're doing, who you're with... and you won't be any the wiser to any of this, which is just how J likes it. He cares, in his own ways, though he could definitely be less invasive with it. Still, he is who he is and unapologetically so (and how you love that about him). You work hard every day and he's proud of you (though it goes unsaid much of the time so I hope you know how to read his body languages and his impossibly deep eyes). You mainly draw digitally and though J isn't all that bothered by your hobbies, he quietly admires your dedication to them and he even marvels at what your hands can make. He uses his hands just as much as you do and where he destroys, you create. Two opposite beings, two tendencies at stark oppositions on the scale, but you work well together. It is a quiet relationship between the both of you but it what you both work well in. You may not speak often but J can hear you even when you're not speaking. You're his open book and he finds it refreshing to never have to question your motives, your mood... he can see you with a single glance. J likes to do things, but with you he can also simply be; you're who he didn't know he needed until he did. You like to read and if J's in the main area of Gotham then he might just swipe a book on his way to the bank or on his way back to Headquarters, and no one will be aware of it because one of his goons killed the CCTV cameras at that precise window of time. Funny how some things align like that... You've been learning for a while now how to make 3D models and edit videos and when J has nothing better to do or when he's just too tired (he is a man, after all, loathe though he may be to admit it), likes to sit beside you and watch you work. He may ask questions here and there but ultimately he lets you be because you do the very same thing for him when he's busy, too. You complement one another well.

You are quiet and J is loud and in this way do you balance one another out. The first time J realised that you weren't speaking in case you said something stupid, he approached the topic in a way which was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. "What, ah - what are'ya thinking, doll, hm? It ain't just hot air up there," A wry grin, and J tapped your temple with a gloved finger, "So c'mon - talk to me. What'cha thinking of?" and though you hesitated, you did speak and J rewarded you for doing what he asked of you by listening to you. It was an event which brought you closer. "Don't ever silence yourself around me, toots. The world will, ah - do that for ya. So talk to me, hm? Ya'ain't stupid or, ah - dumb, hm?". It took time, you couldn't just magically talk freely over night, but J can be patient when he needs to be. So when you speak, J listens and he hears even what you don't say. You are a little shy and he does tease you about it sometimes. You genuinely amuse him and he enjoys your company a great deal - he proves this every time he scares the shit out of you at four in the morning by climbing in through your bedroom window. You try to be as kind as you can and J quietly admires your openness and vulnerability in a world as cruel as this. It only increases his protectiveness over you and J resolves to put an end to anything or anyone to dares to harm what is his.

#mermaidpowers1 #ledger joker #ledger!joker #ledger joker matchup #matchup #ledger!joker matchup #J #tdk

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chaoticspacefam · 3 years

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OC Interview Meme - Saarai Ahaszaai

I was tagged for this again by @deepseacritter, thank you! <3

I think all my mutuals have already been tagged multiple times for this so I’m not gonna add any more specific ones, but if you’re reading this and you wanna do it (or do it again), then feel free to say I tagged you! Yes, I promise I mean you!

Saarai, this time, because I highly doubt Ni’kasi would even turn up to an interview unless someone bribed her XD Rai’s quite happy to talk about things though~

-The Pureblood that strolls in looks a lot taller than the HoloNet cameras have made her seem in the past, she has to duck to get herself through the doorway, mumbling something about “architechts needing to pay more attention to tall people when designing doorways”, before offering the interviewer an apology as she accepts the microphone and pins it to the collar of her robe and takes her seat-

? Name ? -Though she is tall and imposing at first glance, she seems to exude a very calm, friendly aura as she answers the first of the questions, lounging in the chair in a very casual manner, as if they were having a conversation in someone’s living room and not in a studio- “Saarai Ahaszaai. You can call me Rai, if it’s easier for you.”

? Are you single ? “Wouldn’t you like to know~?” -Saarai hums teasingly, even winking a little at the woman across from her- “But no, and I’m not really looking to add anyone else to the circle right now.”

? Are you happy ? “Pretty content, yeah!”

? Are you angry ? -the playful smirk fades and she looks slightly worried for a moment- "I don’t look angry, do I? I’m not, I promise.”

? Are your parents still married ? -She smiles again, but this time it is partly sad, and partly wistful- "They’ve both been dead a great many years now. But, I suppose...wherever they went afterwards, they probably still are, yes. From what I do remember of them when we were little, they loved eachother very, very much and I think if there is somewhere we go when we die, that wouldn’t change.”

NINE FACTS

? Birth Place ? “Hah! I don’t think there are many people now that know the name. We call it “Nathema”, now, but...it was very much different when we were little. We spent a lot of time on Dromund Kaas, though, more than at “home” home.”

? Hair Color ? "I believe you’d call this a sort of dark scarlet?” -she flicks an errant strand back into place over her shoulders-

? Eye Color ? “Yellow, as you can see.” -she leans down a little closer to the camera, to give a better view of them for a moment before straightening up-

? Birthday ? -this question makes the Pureblood throw her head back, teeth glinting in the artificial studio lights as she laughs heartily- "Didn’t your mama teach you it was rude to ask a lady her age, dear? Old enough, I assure you~”

? Mood ? "Content, amused. A little hungry, I didn’t eat before I came here, realising now I probably should have, but oh well!” -the interviewer shifts uncomfortably in her seat, although the phrase was not presented as threatening itself, it wasn’t difficult to notice how sharp those teeth are and they’re clearly uneasy at the thought...-

? Gender ? "Female. Simple as that, nothing extra to add to that one.”

? Summer or winter ? "Summer, absolutely.” -Saarai’s answer is almost immediate, and as she speaks about the cold she visibly shudders- “I don’t do well in winter, far too cold for me. Nopeeee.”

? Morning or afternoon ? "Early morning is best, just as the sun is rising. It’s very beautiful, almost peaceful.” -she smiles once again, as relaxed as ever-

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE -She quirks a browstalk in surprise, but sinks back into the seat and nods a little, as if giving the interviewer permission to continue-

? Are you in love ? -She answers without hesitation- "Yes, I am. They’re both amazing.”

? Do you believe in love at first sight ? "Mmmhh, yes.” -Saarai has to consider this question in a little more detail before she can truly give an answer, nodding slowly- “I suppose that I do. But I’ve been told by my sister that I have a habit of “falling for people too easily”, as she calls it, so perhaps that has something to do with it.”

? Who ended your last relationship ? "It was a mutual separation.” -the Pureblood shrugs simply, not seeming awfully upset by it- “She and I wanted different things and we realised it just wasn’t going to work out, so we broke it off.”

? Have you ever broken someone’s heart ? "Not intentionally, but it would be wrong of me to assume that it’s never happened at all.”

? Are you afraid of commitments ? -this time, Saarai snorts, partly in amusement with perhaps a slight undertone of annoyance- "No. I’m not. It’s absolutely possible to be committed to more than one person at a time and I assure you I’m perfectly equipped to do just that.”

? Have you hugged someone within the last week? -Her demeanour softens almost instantly at this question and she smiles warmly- “Yes. My sister, and my son, and my partners. Why, did you need one? I’m told I give good hugs, pointy bits aside.”

? Have you ever had a secret admirer ? "Not that I’m aware of, but I suppose that’s what makes them a secret admirer, eh?”

? Have you ever broken your own heart? -the gentleness vanishes from her eyes and they lock with the interviewer’s intensely. While the gaze itself is not threatening, it’s very clear that she doesn’t wish to talk about this topic further and would like to move on- “Yes. Twice.”

SIX CHOICES

? Love or lust ? -She seems relieved to have left the previous topic unanswered, her smile slowly returning as she continues- “Definitely love over lust. Lust without the love is a very empty, lonely thing.”

? Lemonade or iced tea ? "Do you know, I don’t think I’ve ever had either?” -Saarai’s browstalks pull downwards into a thoughtful frown as she concludes- “Iced tea sounds...interesting, though. I’d probably try that.”

? Cats or Dogs ? “Again, I’ve never had either, but if I had to pick one, I guess a cat sounds nice.”

? A few best friends or many regular friends ? "Why not both? I wouldn’t tell regular friends things I told my best friends, but that doesn’t make them not my friends.”

? Wild night out or romantic night in ? "Romantic night in.” -she huffs softly and shakes her head- “I don’t mind a drink or two every now and then, but I’d much rather be at home with my partners.”

? Day or night ? -She smiles wistfully again- “Night time. Before he died, my father used to take my sister and I outside to stargaze when we were little. Doing that now reminds me of him.”

FIVE FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

? Been caught sneaking out ? "Caught? No, I haven’t.”

? Fallen down/up the stairs ? -the Pureblood’s browstalks shoot upwards and she looks somewhat accusing, this time- “What did Aria tell you? That was one time! One!”

? Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? "More often than I’d like to admit.” -Saarai snorts in amusement, shaking her head to herself- “I believe you’d call me a “hopeless romantic”, if you will.”

? Wanted to disappear ? -She looks down a little, but eventually does meet the interviewer’s gaze again- "Yeah. I suppose I did. It seemed like it would’ve been easier, at the time.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

? Smile or eyes ? "Both?”

? Shorter or Taller ? "Usually shorter, that’s just...easier, at the end of the day.” -with how tall she is, this answer was to be expected-

? Intelligence or Attraction ? “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find intelligence very attractive...”

? Hook-up or Relationship ? "Long-term? A relationship. I get attached easily, but I’m not above a few one-nighters here and there, if the opportunity presents itself~”

FAMILY

? Do you and your family get along ? "My twin sister and I are, yeah. I haven’t seen my uncles for a very long time, but I’d like to think we’re still close and we’ll see each other again sometime soon.” -she smiles gently- “And my son, of course. He knows he can come to me for anything. But, that’s it...that’s the family, or what’s left of us anyway.”

? Would you say you have a “messed up life” ? -the Pureblood tilts her head, going quiet for a long-ish while- “By Sith standards, I suppose no. Not with the way the Empire’s been these days. In terms of how it affected me? A little, but I picked myself back up and we’re doing okay.”

? Have you ever ran away from home ? “I don’t consider it running from home. I ran from the place that used to be home, because it stopped being that way. I’m home now.“

? Have you ever gotten kicked out ? "Nnnn, nah. I’m gonna say no, on this one.”

FRIENDS

? Do you secretly hate one of your friends ? -Saarai hesitates before answering this time, worrying at her lip with one of her fangs- "I don’t know whether I would say “hate”, that’s a very strong word. But “dislike”, yeah, one of them a little.”

? Do you consider all of your friends good friends ? "Most of them, though I trust a few more than others.”

? Who is your best friend ? "Probably Ni’kasi. Or Koth. Can I say both of them? I don’t know if I can pick.”

? Who knows everything about you ? "Ni’kasi again. She’s been in my life the longest, I mean, we’re twins so...that’s kind of a given isn’t it?”

#swtor #star wars: the old republic #tagged meme #oc interview meme #swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai #the outlander #sith pureblood #this took me a little longer to finish than I thought it would i'm sorry #shsyjdgfyudfdt #i do like this meme tho it's fun!

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wicked-cupcake · 4 years

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Her Favourite

Pairing: Lucifer/Cadence (oc)

Word Count: 4206

Rating: G

Summary: Jealousy is a bitter pill to swallow, and it's not one he has to take often. But as the weeks leading up to his birthday pass, Lucifer finds himself at the mercy of his brothers’ sins as her attention moves away from him. Instead, they look to someone he can’t contest.He has his pride and refuses to grovel - but who knew a single human could stir so many emotions within him?

A/N: This idea has been on my brain for weeks and I'm glad I started it early so I could finish it on time for the birthday boy! Even if they just put out an event and now I want to tweak this to reflect it.... There will eventually be a semi-sequel to this where they stop beating around the bush but that one is just taking a while to finish. And a small note that my character has angel blood but she isn't a descendant of Lilith.

Month 10, Day 6

The gentle knock on the bookshelf told him exactly who was on the other side.

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, pen still hovering over paper. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she had found him, but he was pleased she’d sought him out. Even if it was late and she should be sleeping more than anyone. Today had been filled with enough excitement to exhaust her, angel heritage or not. He’d fully assumed she’d passed out with how fast she’d disappeared after they’d returned home, yet here she was.

Another knock. “Lucifer? Are you in there?”

And he left her on the other side of the door like a fool. A sharp word had the door opening for her, the bookcase sliding away silently. It had barely stopped moving before she was stepping into view.

His gaze moved over her as the door closed. She’d changed out of the little red dress she’d worn at the party, but the hem of her sweater seemed even shorter. Or perhaps her stockings didn’t climb as high as usual. There was no time to consider that as he focused on what was in her hands. “What is that?”

Cadence gave him a smile, soft but amused. “A princess poison apple cake.”

“We had cake earlier.”

“We did,” she agreed, “you didn’t.”

So she had noticed. He’d thought she’d been too distracted by-Lucifer cut off those thoughts swiftly to stay on topic. The cake had been impossible not to balk at. If that five tiered, red frosted sweet monstrosity could be called a cake. He’d taken one look at it and immediately gotten heartburn. The plate Diavolo had given him had mysteriously vanished shortly after.

“More importantly,” she said, voice sharp and tart, “what is that?”

Only a fool would miss what she meant and for the faintest moment he wanted to be that fool. But there was no point. “My work.”

“It’s your birthday.”

How did she manage to sound both cross and cute at the same time? He didn’t linger on those thoughts as he felt the flickers of a gnawing emotion he’d been fighting for weeks to ignore come to life. He wasn’t going to lose to them now. “The work doesn’t magically disappear because it’s my birthday,” he said dryly.

She huffed. “You could take one night off. No one would fault you that.”

No one meaning Diavolo but he was the one who’d assigned him these tasks. “I took the day off because someone insisted,” he said, giving her a pointed look that didn’t faze her. “But if I leave this I’ll fall behind.”

She didn’t like that answer any better. When she’d first arrived, she’d been so much harder to read. Polite and curious, but standoffish and private. She was still polite and curious to be sure yet whatever walls kept her emotions back had fallen. At least they had for him and his brothers. Her expressions gave her away more readily, made her much easier to read and understand.

“Take a break with me.”

But she still managed to surprise him. “We took a break all day.” Which was no doubt her doing; his brothers wouldn’t have gone to half of the effort he’d seen without her encouragement. Even Diavolo couldn’t get that kind of party together for him and-

The jealousy surged to life again but all that he let show was his grip tightening on his pen. No. He’d told himself he wasn’t going down that road. It was a waste of time and energy.

“Lucifer?”

Concern on her face now and he wanted to curse. As easy as she was becoming to read, the reverse seemed to hold true. She seemed to be wildly in tune with him, able to gauge his moods with ease. Not that it stopped her pushing when she shouldn’t.

Cadence set the cake on the desk and gave him another smile but it wasn’t the same as before and he didn’t like it. This was sad and withdrawn, reminiscent of the ones she’d first given when she’d arrived in the Devildom. “You can have a piece later,” she said. “But please take a break.”

She was going to leave. Something clawed past the jealousy inside him, something he refused to put a name to just yet. “Stay.”

Rocking on her heels as her weight shifted, she stopped but she still didn’t look convinced, didn’t look like she wanted to stay anymore. Which did not help his stew of emotions.

He’d tried to ignore them, but as the weeks since Asmo’s birthday had passed he’d seen her change. She’d grown skittish and shy around him, avoiding being alone with him. He had thought it merely a human mood until Diavolo had happily mentioned how much time Cadence had been spending with him. It hadn’t been difficult to put together that the time she’d given Lucifer before was going to Diavolo now. The jealousy had swiftly followed that realisation.

It was impossible to miss how she smiled at the prince, smiles that had bloomed and grown in this very room the more time they’d spent together. His damned pride had stung but he refused to let her see it, to let her see how much she affected him. So he had left her alone to choose her fool’s path and wondered if all of the signs, all of the signals, all of her had been a ruse to use him as a stepping stone to her true goal. And if he had been a bigger fool to read her so wrong.

But she’d been the one to take his hand to lead him into his birthday celebration today. Her smiles had been bright and directed at him again. Only him. She’d reminded him of the eternal sun in the Celestial Realm, but she had spread a warmth in him that it never had. She’d acted like the last weeks hadn’t happened at all.

He pulled back when warm fingers brushed his shoulder. How distracted was he that he hadn’t registered her getting closer?

“If you don’t want me to stay or want the cake, it’s okay, Lucifer.”

No. It wasn’t okay. This was the first time she’d sought him out in weeks and he didn’t want her to leave. He needed to know why. He set his pen down and twisted toward her. “We’ve seen each other all day and most of the night. But you want more?”

The faintest hint of pink dusted her cheeks and momentarily stunned him. “We didn’t really get to spend much time together today,” she corrected. “And I’ve been busy lately so I haven’t seen you.”

Busy chasing Diavolo, his pride hissed. Did he turn you away and now you come back to me? As a second option?

“I thought it would be nice to have a bit of quiet, but you weren’t in your room when I checked.”

She’d gone to his room dressed like this? It was more personal than the little number she’d had on before, reminded him of the nights they’d shared late dinners and watched movies. Made him realise how much he had missed having those moments with her.

“And I wanted to give you your present privately.”

Lucifer pushed out of his chair, the legs scraping on the floor. Her eyes widened at the sudden move, but she didn’t falter as he stood over her. Did she even understand what she did to him and now she was offering him what he craved?

Wrath licked at the edges of his jealousy to turn it into an even messier stew. To offer this gift to him after, to think of him second? To admit he’d been fool enough to fall for her so many months ago and leave the decision to her only to be spurned? To know so much of him still wanted her and would accept this offer?

He wasn’t sure if he was angrier at her or himself.

Warmth bloomed suddenly in his chest, spreading as a gentle pressure pushed on him. “Lucifer.”

His gaze focused on her, all of her, and he finally noticed the small red bag looped over one arm. He mentally pulled back as he realised that was his present, not her, but it wasn’t as easy to rein in his emotions. They were still a mess, feeding into each other in a horrible storm. But Cadence still didn’t move, watching him and keeping her hand on his chest.

Did she know how close to breaking he’d come? Did she know how she twisted him up inside? How had he let it come to this? How had he let himself fall so hard for her?

He stared at her as he breathed evenly, shoving emotions into their boxes while she gazed back at him. “You should have run,” he said when he finally felt confident his voice wouldn’t give him away. He could still hear the edges to it but she didn’t seem to.

“Running wouldn’t do me any good.”

No, it wouldn’t but every time she stood in his path, every time she refused to back down to him, he loved her a little more. And he was bringing about his own doom by doing it. Reaching up, he covered her hand with his and soaked in the warmth she freely offered. He didn’t miss how her eyes widened at the skin contact, but he pulled her away. “How many times am I going to have to tell you to have some self-preservation?” he said, letting go of her.

Cadence pulled her hand to her, curling it against her chest. But she gave him a better smile. “Maybe you should stop wasting your breath since it hasn’t caught yet,” she teased.

The emotional storm eased a little at her usual response. “What did you get me?”

“Nuh uh. Cake first and then present.”

“It’s my birthday.”

“It’s my present.”

There. The smile she gave him was the one he was used to, the one that was lit up so beautifully. “It’s for you,” she countered, “but it’s still mine until I give it.”

This felt enough like their usual for him to relax further. She was smiling again, teasing him again, and he...was a fool for letting her affect him this way. “And you’ll give it?”

“I’m not going to keep your present away from you; just let me choose when to give it.”

Those emotions nipped at him, reminding him he had waited, had let her choose and she-Was here now, he told himself. Lingering gave her more power over him. “If I eat the cake, will you give it?”

Still that smile but he took it as a yes.

Moving around her, Lucifer made a point not to touch her even accidentally. He lifted the plate off his desk and gestured at one of the couches. “Shall we?”

She was moving before he fully finished, excitement hanging heavily around her again.

As they settled on the couch, he didn’t miss how there was barely any distance between them. Exactly like it had been before. “Is there a reason why you waited so late?”

She hummed and set the bag on her far side, even though they both knew he could get it before she could stop him. “I needed to finish this,” she said, taking the plate from him and passing him a fork. “And I didn’t want to have an audience.”

Why not, Cadence? “Was that in your pocket?”

“It’s clean.”

“Is it?”

“I will take my cake and present and leave if you keep that up.”

She wouldn’t or she would have already. He took the fork and gave her the benefit of the doubt. When she held the cake out to him, he dutifully reached out with his fork. It almost seemed a shame to mar it, she’d done a wonderful job of replicating the apples. But he was curious to know how it tasted.

A flash of sour hit his tongue as he slid the bite into his mouth, exactly like the apples. Had she used them in making it? Or was it in the icing, which barely had any sweetness to it?

“How’s it taste?”

“Perfect, Cadence.” His brothers were tolerable cooks but she was so far beyond them. She had spoiled them over the course of the last year and not having her cooking anymore would be a blow.

He paused as he took a second piece. Barely two months left before she would return to the human world. So little time and she- “Open up,” he said, holding the fork to her lips.

Her eyes danced a little but she did as he said and dutifully took the bite.

“I expected more fight from you,” Lucifer said, taking his own bite.

“Mm, it’s your birthday. I can behave a little.”

Did she know how much he enjoyed it when she didn’t? He gave her another bite, wondering how she could be so content letting him feed her. “Did you bring another fork?”

“Nope.”

He gave her a measuring look, not missing the sparkle in her eyes. She was lying but he could let her get away with this one. His pride still stung, demanded to be appeased, but who was he to deny himself this simple pleasure with the woman he-

Don’t, he told himself, focusing on feeding them both bites.

They’d made it through half of the cake when she sighed, a sigh he knew well. His little human was full for now. He ate one more bite of his own, savouring the tartness of the apples on his tongue before he took the plate from her. Setting it and the fork on a side table, he glanced at the demonus bottles lining one wall and started to push himself up. A drink or two wouldn’t hurt anything, would go well after the cake, and-He paused, looking at her when she pressed her hand to his arm.

“Happy birthday, Lucifer,” Cadence said, holding out the bag.

Forget the demonus and the present, he was more interested in the smile she was giving him. This one was new, completely soft around the edges. This smile was a present. But he took the proffered bag. Black tissue paper was sticking out of the top of it, masking the proper present inside.

He glanced at her when she rolled against him, nudging him with her entire body. “Are you going to open it? It’s only your birthday for so much longer and it loses its meaning if you don’t have it today.”

“Are you telling me what to do?”

“Like you’d listen to me,” she laughed.

Leaning back, he turned the bag in his hands, wondering if there was a front to it. He didn’t see a card so he plucked at the paper. He glanced at Cadence when the couch shifted and saw her watching him expectantly. She was adorable as she waited, fingers curling around the hem of her sweater, lower lip caught between her teeth, and...was she flushing? The urge to draw this out flickered to life, to draw out her anticipation, but he quietly gave in.

Removing the rest of the paper, he reached into the bag. He frowned faintly as his fingers brushed against smooth glass, but it wasn’t cool to the touch. It was warm. He curled his hand around it and pulled it from the bag as well.

It fit perfectly in his palm, like it had been made to sit there, curved, clear glass letting him see inside. Lucifer stared at the dome in his hand, not missing the warmth settling into his skin. But he was caught by the flowers inside. They were distinctly human, not something that would ever have any hope of growing in the Devildom. “What is this, Cadence?”

“Your present,” she said and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at how she said it.

He knew devil flowers, grew so many of them himself, and knew the names of many human ones as well, including this one. But why would she give him this?

“I wanted to give you something no one else would,” she said softly, her voice quiet.

“Flowers?”

“Yes and no.”

Turning the globe, he didn’t miss how the light inside it seemed to shift, letting him see the flowers unhindered no matter which direction he looked. But he turned his focus back to her. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, her gaze on her fingers as she plucked at threads in her sweater. The flush was still on her cheeks and he had to wonder why. “What is this, Cadence?” he repeated.

She was quiet for a long moment, still playing with her sweater, until she took a deep breath. “I’m going to be leaving soon,” she said and he didn’t miss the way her voice caught. “At the end of next month. I thought about it for a long time, what I could get you that would actually mean something. I asked Diavolo and he said anything that meant something to me would mean something to you.”

She’d gone to Diavolo...to ask what gift to give him, not because she was interested in him? Lucifer studied her, wanting to see her full face. They had made the deal after Belphie’s return to them, that she wouldn’t lie to him anymore, but sometimes she didn’t tell him everything. It was easier to tell when she was hiding something when she was looking at him. But she kept looking at her hands.

“So I thought about that and I thought about how I’d be able to do that. Almost everything that mattered to me was in the human world but…. I wanted it to be something you liked as well. I thought about the gardens and how much of what little free time you have you spend there. So I got you flowers from the human world.”

Lucifer set the bag aside and shifted the gift to the other hand. “Human flowers won’t last in the Devildom.”

“I know. Which took a lot of time to figure out. More time to figure out than I expected,” she added in a mutter. “I saw more of that coven of witches than I ever wanted.”

Witches?

“I told them what I wanted, flowers for the Devildom that would last, and they gave me a solution.”

He stopped waiting. Reaching out, he caught her chin to make her look at him. Golden eyes skittered away but came back on the low noise he made. “You dealt with witches,” he said lowly. “Did you make a deal with them? What did you offer them?”

Cadence blinked at him. “I didn’t make a deal and I didn’t offer them anything beyond the materials needed to make it. I promise,” she added when he frowned at her.

“Witches don’t do anything for free.”

“They did it in return for clearing a favour,” she said. “That’s all I know.”

Had Diavolo called in the favour because it was a gift for him? Or had he done it because it was Cadence wanting to do it?

“But they gave me what I wanted,” she continued, gaze dropping to the glass in his hand. “A flower for you, from the human world that won’t wilt.”

Lucifer studied her face for another moment, taking in the happiness and pride there.

She looked back at him and gave him a smile. “A little piece of my home for your home.”

He wavered; she was so close, so warm, his personal sun in the dark of the Devildom. She was giving him a gift, a gift she had spent so long on, but would she give him the gift he actually wanted? He tipped her face up a little, making her look at him fully. “And it’s important to you?”

“It’s my favourite flower.”

She had gone to Diavolo for this, for him, to give him her favourite flower in a way that he could keep. To have a piece of her after she left. She’d given his brothers gifts but this was personal. Her favourite flower. That something pushed past the other emotions, demanding he pay attention to it. “Carnations are your favourite?”

She hummed, nodding. “I’ve planted them every year except this one. But these will last better than anything I could have grown you.”

Her skin was so warm against his, something he had noticed the first time she had touched him. She ran hot, her blood burning in her veins to the point he’d almost thought her part demon. Which only made him wonder more about whatever angel had sired her line. But that was for another night. “Perhaps I should see if I can breed something that would grow.”

Oh the smiles she gave him! “You’ll have to send me pictures if you do. I’d love to see them.”

He’d bring her back to the Devildom to show her. He stroked his thumb over her chin and didn’t miss the way she licked her lips. Would she want a more personal thank you for the gift? Would she accept his kiss as a thank you?

His body swayed toward her, that something-that love-seizing him and wanting something in return. Her favourite flower...for her favourite demon? Was it too much to read between the lines and find that answer? The words circled in his head, narrowing down only to her favourite, and he knew he was well and truly lost to her.

She watched him with wide, golden eyes, waiting for him to do something. Was she waiting for him to make a move for her and he’d wasted so much time waiting for her?

The clock loudly chimed the hour, announcing it was midnight and shattering the mood between them. The flush on her cheeks suddenly had nothing to do with arousal or want and he let her go.

But she was slow to lean back, golden gaze darting over his face as if she hadn’t expected him to stop. He watched her as she sorted herself out and quickly looked away from him.

He wanted to tuck her hair behind her ear as it shielded her face from him, wanted to see what she was hiding from him. “Thank you for the present, Cadence.”

She took a deep breath before looking back at him, a fragile smile on her lips. It quivered as he looked at it but it didn’t fall. “You’re welcome, Lucifer.”

He knew it was going to happen but he still didn’t like it as she pushed off the couch, tugging her sweater down. He wanted to tell her she could stay, to help him finish the cake, but what moment they had had was gone.

“Try not to stay up all night,” she told him. “It’s not healthy.”

Ever the concern. “Cadence.”

She turned at the door, a curious look on her face.

“Humans give flowers meanings,” he said, holding up the present. “Do you know what these mean?”

It was hard to tell from his spot on the couch and the lighting in his study wasn’t the best, but he thought he saw her cheeks colour again. “No. Good night, Lucifer, and happy birthday.”

Little liar. He watched her leave, the two words floating through his mind. Had she lied again because he let her have the one about the fork? She said it was her favourite flower; surely she had looked it up and knew.

Setting the flower globe on the table in front of him, he pulled out his DDD as he leaned back. It took hardly any time at all to find the flower and his mouth turned down. How did one flower have so many meanings? He scrolled through the history of carnations before he stopped as the colours were finally listed.

Lucifer stared at the words written by dark red. Deep love? His gaze jerked up to the door even though he knew she’d made a hasty retreat after her lie. Everything she had done over the last handful of weeks had been to give this to him? She hadn’t been chasing Diavolo but enlisting his help to get her this present that symbolised her feelings for him? She’d been shy because she knew what this meant and that he wouldn’t wait to search up the meaning? She felt the same as he did?

He let out a slow breath and stared at the flowers. The light inside the glass was shining gently, glistening on the dew drops on the petals. She loved him. She wasn’t using him to get anywhere. She was coming to him in her own ways.

Leaning back, he closed his eyes as he let his head rest on the back of the couch. “You’re running out of time, Cadence,” he said quietly to the empty room. “I’ll wait for you, but don’t make me wait too long.”

A lie of his own. He’d wait as long as he had to if it meant she gave herself to him fully and without reservation.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Minseok

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Minseok’s affection is very protective, he takes great care of you and loves to be able to hold you so that you feel safe around him. He loves to be able to close you off from the world against his chest and keep you to himself.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He caught your eye one day in the queue at his favourite café, you were briefly listening into his conversation with his friend when he overheard you sniggering at one of his jokes. As his eyes met yours, he could only manage a smile in your direction, being pushed by his friend to say hello and introducing himself properly like a gentleman should.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

The date of Minseok’s confession was a very quiet affair. He was incredibly shy about telling you how he felt, he didn’t want to get his feelings hurt out of fear of rejection. He told you one night over a dinner at a nearby restaurant how he felt, his cheeks were bright red until you responded and told him how you felt. When you did, his smile instantly reappeared, and he was quick to crack yet another joke to forget about his nervous mood.

D ⇴ DATES

Minseok was very protective of you, and so your dates were often strategically planned. He loved to take you out, but he knew that came with a risk, so he’d often try and bring your dates outside into your home. You were never one to complain about what you did on your dates, instead you made the most of having time with Minseok. A lot of his dates came as a surprise, you’d come home some days and see the table set or an activity planned, Minseok loved to surprise you with setups that he knew you’d enjoy at the end of a long day.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

A relationship was something that Minseok had never experienced before dating you. He was very focussed on the group and felt as the eldest member he needed to set an example. But after finishing his enlistment, he decided to focus a little more on his personal live. He’d always talked about how he believed in love at first sight, and when he saw you that day at the café, he knew what he had believed in had come true. He would definitely be worried beforehand about keeping you safe and making sure you were well looked after.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you didn’t argue often, you were very compatible together. Minseok was usually very calm and level-headed, he hated hurting you or even dreaming of saying the wrong thing. The only times when Minseok could get a bit snappy were at the end of a day at work. His attitude would be a little shorter than usual, but when he began to realise that he was being brief, he’d take himself out of the situation for a while and come back to you when he felt a bit more relaxed. He’d always apologise if he was a little out of character, it didn’t matter how understanding you were, he’d always feel bad for being so short.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You knew how close Minseok was to his family, the last thing you wanted was to break the bond that they all shared. Luckily for you, Minseok had told them many stories about you beforehand which meant they quickly took a liking to you, and you quickly bonded with them as if you’d always been a part of their close family.

H ⇴ HOME

Having spent a little while living alone, Minseok was quite keen to have you move into his apartment with him. He didn’t want to rush anything, he wanted to make sure you were happy and safe, and when the time was right, he was more than happy to offer you a key and officially move you in to make his house a home.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Minseok was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ one evening over a dinner. He’d been away from you for a few days whilst he worked on some music, and naturally his lyrics began to revolve around you. As he read back over them, he managed to piece together exactly what the lyrics meant, and exactly what it was that he needed to tell you how he felt.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He was very aware that he wasn’t the loudest person in the room, so at times, if someone louder had your attention, Minseok would feel a little threatened. He tended to stand a little closer to you if he was feeling jealous, rather than making a huge scene. You’d often be able to tell if Minseok was feeling jealous as he’d flash you a small smile to drop a bit of a hint as to how he was feeling. Similarly, if you were feeling jealous, he’d be able to tell straight away by the look in your eyes and quickly appear closely into your side.

K ⇴ KIDS

Minseok had never given a family much thought until he met you. Having completed his enlistment, he knew he was nearing an age where he could begin to think about settling down. It was a topic that he was quite nervous to bring up around you, but when he did, and you told him how you felt too, he really began to envision what a future would look like if the two of you were able to start your own family together.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He loves to tell jokes to try and get a laugh out of you, the cheesier the better for Minseok to try and make you squirm. He loves to see you smile and know that he’s making you happy, regardless of what he does. He’ll often take you by surprise too by random things like a funny face or appearing in a costume or doing an impression. Those are the things he often saves for those closest to him, his way of showing you how much he cares. Your laughter is one of the most important things to him and he tries to hear it as often as he can.

M ⇴ MISSING

When he’s away on tour, he’ll try his hardest to be fine. Whenever you ask him how he is, he’ll put on a brave face so he can protect you and make sure you can’t see him struggle. It will be the same with his members too, but they’ve known Minseok for long enough to know when he’s struggling. They’ll beat down the barrier until he eventually admits to them that he’s having a hard time, but will also make the others promise not to tell you so that you don’t have to worry about him. Reluctantly, they’ll listen, knowing that Minseok will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, they’ll sit and listen to his rants and issues to make sure that he doesn’t end up blowing up in front of you.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Minseok loves to keep his nickname for you simple, ‘love,’ is usually his favourite. He’s a big fan of traditional nicknames, whenever he uses them, they always end up making his heart flutter and butterflies arise.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your smile; he loves nothing more than to know that you’re happy in his company and that he’s doing a good job in making your life a little bit brighter.

P ⇴ PDA

Minseok isn’t a massive fan of PDA, he’s quite quiet around others, and his affection will be the same. A comforting arm around either your waist or your shoulders will usually be the most that you’ll get. Similarly, in interviews, he will often keep his guard up and only share minimal information about your relationship.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The biggest question that Minseok often asks you is if you want to hear a joke. He loves to surprise you with a dodgy joke as he knows how much it will make you smile. Secretly, you’ll want to say no, but he’ll end up saying it anyway.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

It’s well known that Minseok loves to have things related to the band on his phone, but that will change when he starts dating you. His lock screen, home screen, phone case, anything that can be made with a photo of you on will have it. He loves to be able to see your face when he’s away from you when he unlocks his phone or will often stare at his phone case when he’s got a few moments to himself and smile.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy is the time when Minseok will take the most care of you. He likes to dominant, but not in a way of showing off how strong he is, more in showing off how in love with you he is. He’ll do all the moving, often whilst pressing several kisses to your skin. He loves to be in charge and encourages you to relax whilst he looks after you, making sure to keep you as close to his chest as he possibly can with his arms around you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He’ll often check in with you during random points of the day to make sure that you’re doing alright. If you don’t reply with an hour or so, Minseok will begin to worry until you eventually do reply to his text.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were Minseok’s biggest fan, he loved having someone around who was his responsibility. He loved the fact that he was the one who you looked to for love and attention, and he loved to be the one to have the honour of taking care of you.

V ⇴ VACATION

He loves to go on holiday with you and explore a different world. Minseok is a bit of a foodie so he’ll want to try out as many different places as possible whilst travelling with you. When he came, he’ll try and get you to come along on tour with the boys so that he can keep an extra close eye on you and show you the world.

W ⇴ WHINING

If you don’t laugh at one of his jokes, prepare for trouble. He will tickle you endlessly until you eventually cave and give him the laughter that he wants from you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He loves to kiss your cheek or the back of your hand when he has a hold of it. Minseok is a bit more of a hugger than a kisser, so when he does kiss you, make sure that you treasure them. He won’t peck you often, his kisses tend to linger for a few moments so he can make sure you know that he loves you by them. If he kisses you, he’ll definitely expect one back from you too so that he knows that you love him too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, his favourite human being in the whole world.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Minseok loved to sleep with you tightly wrapped in his arms. He often wouldn’t fall asleep until he knew you were, and if you were having a restless night, he’d do absolutely anything he could to try and comfort you and take care of you.

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imaginesandideas · 4 years

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I’m in love with my funster

a collection of snippets from your life with Roger

I did it! Here’s my gift for all of my lovely 1.3k followers and for sticking with me throughout this hell of a year. Hope you’ll enjoy, cheers! 🥂✨

it’s the last monday of the decade yay!!

writer’s note: read as separate stories or following chapters

~~~~~

“How was it!?” You jumped on the seat beside Roger, successfully scaring him shitless.

“Christ! You want me dead, huh?”

“Oh please. If I wanted you dead I wouldn’t have asked first.” You cheerfully exclaim while making yourself comfortable on a couch next to him. It’s the middle of the week and your dear friend of many years prior has just gotten back from a set-up date. Of course you’ve arranged it since he wouldn’t stop whining about how he longs for something more real than hookups he’s been having on the regular. And now you’re more than keen on hearing all the details.

“So?”

“Stop mocking me Taylor! How was the date?!” You jump in your seat excitedly and he just stares at you with that doe-eyed puppy look on his face. If he only looked like that at that girl... she’d be his in a matter of seconds.

“Well, not great you know...”

“Ow.”

“Yeah. I mean, uh, she’s a fine looking lady, not stupid either. ‘S just that, y’know... I didn’t feel anything special.”

You inch closer to pat his back comfortingly. He’s your mate after all, you were really rooting for him.

“I’m sorry Rog. I’m sure-“

“There’s that other one though.” He doesn’t even sound upset and you barely can keep up with his changing spirit.

“Well okay then. Do I know her?”

“Partially. But I’m pretty sure you’ve heard a lot about her. I need to get her to come with me to that Italian spot they just opened around the corner.”

“Yes Roger! You already think like a romantic!” You nod enthusiastically but his eyes are so different. They’re hooded like he’s already planned something evil and you know you won’t be able to stop him if he actually did.

And he keeps smiling sweetly. His whole aura is so bizarre. Like he’s an angel or a serial killer, that you can’t quite decide yet.

“What’s that look, huh? You need me to help you out with it or something?”

To your own surprise he laughs.

“Actually - yes. I mean, there’s no way a girl like you would agree on a date with me, so... maybe a tip or a trick for forcing her to go out with me would be nice.”

A girl like you. You shake you head and start thinking of ideas. But it’s really hard to focus with those dreamy eyes following your every movement.

And did he just compare a girl of his dreams to you?

“Okay, so maybe- no that’s bad. Hm...” You sit back with your arms crossed over your chest and he replicates it. Only he cannot seem to wash that look off his face. “Maybe tell her to give you that one shot y’know? And promise to fuck off later if she’s still not interested?”

“Would you give me that shot?”

“Yeah I guess? We’re friends anyway, so I couldn’t be mad at you forever if it turned out terrible.”

“Deal.” He sits up suddenly and before you can even react his lips are gently pressed to yours. When he pulls back your face is a mix of shock and perplexity. “See you at 6 tomorrow aye? Just dress nicely love. It’s our first date.”

And he was gone. Before you could blink he was out the door, happy as a clam. It was adorable. And suddenly you’re left with the realisation that you’ve managed to miss all signs that he’s been sending your way for years, and that you’re set for a date that you don’t have an outfit for.

~~~~~

“Can’t we just cancel it?” Roger pleaded in between kisses he placed adoringly on the exposed skin of your plunging neckline. His hands running down your sides to change direction on your thighs, exploring underneath the material of your dress.

“Roger, they’re... a-already on the way.” You gasped out, encouragingly.

“What was that?”

“Huh?” you opened your eyes to meet his blue ones, so close you could note all the slightest shades of grey in them. And his brash expression.

“You don’t really want them to come now, do ya?”

Rolling your eyes and huffing ever so slightly, you gripped his forearms in attempt to push him away enough to roll off the couch, but he sensed your plans and laid on top of you, trapping your body under his own.

“Rog.”

“Oh don’t get upset on me now! What can I do? You look blinding today love, can’t help but wish they weren’t coming.” He was grinning, lewd gaze wandering down your throat, followed by trace of index finger. You let yourself sink back into comfort of the couch, let his worshipping eyes and fingers work their magic. You were soaked in a matter of seconds and that thin fabric between your legs was not enough to cover it up. Just like your dress was not enough to cover your decency as Roger dived in lifting the material to attack your thighs with his perfect teeth. And you could feel his swift, calloused fingers climbing up, building up the tension that begged to be relieved. So wrong, so inappropriate.

“Oh for fucks sake!”

“Shit! They’re here!” You whisper-yelled sitting up rapidly. The knocking intensifies with each passing second which only made Roger groan in frustration.

“Can we hide? Act like we’re not at home or something?”

“Oh Rogie.” You roll your eyes and gently push him off you and he lands on his back between the pillows, completely resigned. And visibly flustered.

Was it your fault? Yes. But you just couldn’t help the perfect opportunity and now it came around the corner and right to your doormat. Quite literally.

You were at the door in a blink of an eye, passing by a mirror to fix your disheveled hair and adjust the hem of your dress that rode up far too high to be considered presentable. Just mere seconds before, you were having a heated makeout on a couch, hands desperately seeking skin to skin contact. And now?

“Get up blondie! The quicker we wrap this visit up, the quicker we get to finish what we started.” He only responded with another muffled groan.

“I got rid of my panties if that changes anything for you.”

~~~~~

“I don’t understand why would you put so much milk there.” You glance up from your mug frowning.

“Why do you care? It’s my coffee not yours.”

Roger rolls his eyes leaning back in the armchair and folding back that newspaper he’s been passionately reading for the past hour.

“Yeah but what’s the point of espresso when you add so much milk to it?”

You chuckle and place the mug on coffee table that separates his armchair from the comfort of sofa you’re sitting on.

“First - it’s not so much. It’s cappuccino and it’s supposed to have milk in it.” You reach for blanket on the other corner of the sofa and continue your point. “Second - you drink way too much black coffee and I’m pretty sure it affects your moods.”

He sniggers at your exclamation and sits up straight. You know you just struck a nerve.

“I beg you pardon, love? I need it to function alright. Morning coffee, pack of cigarettes and newspaper is a inseparable set. It keeps my mind bright.”

You sigh tucking yourself under the duvet. There is no point in continuing the argument, but you know Roger’s restless nature will make him do that nevertheless. You gaze up to his awaiting your comment expression and even more antsy demeanour. His brows has ridden up ever so slightly, as if to signalise that he’s expecting some sort of snarky remark coming from you. Only you weren’t in the mood to fight so you just shrug instead reaching for the book you brought yourself to catch up on.

“That’s it? You’re not going to fight me on this? Prove your poor excuse for a point?”

“These are your habits not mine, I’m not about to throw a tantrum over your own life choices.”

“Y-you what?” If you’d dare to look up from your book you’d be able to see mouth-agape shock turning quickly into a deep frown topped with his brows and wrinkles forming a combination of waves. “What, now you don’t care about m-my life choices?”

“Not a bit.”

“Wow.”

“What?” Fed up you finally turn your head up and he’s up, arms at sides.

“You have someone else, don’t you?”

“Oh god. Roger Meddows Taylor, you’re really overdosing caffeine...”

~~~~~

“Roger what the fuck!”

“Surprise?” You were supposed to meet him at the airport. Regular welcome-home hugs and all that before you two would head home, eager to finally spend some time together. Yeah. Only Roger didn’t leave for tour this time, and knowing his bandmates you were about to spend the rest of the day hearing stories about all the dumb shit they’ve gotten themselves into.

You weren’t angry at Rog, they were his best friends after all. Only you couldn’t help but get that tingling feeling at the back of your head that one day they’re going to get themselves into some sort trouble. But in your most inventive dreams you did not expect this.

Your hands mindlessly reach out to touch the top of his head, expression depicting various stages of shock you were currently going through.

“You like it?”

“Wha-I, oh god. What were you thinking?!” You cannot help the bugging of your eyes as your fingers could barely hold the strands of hair you once could tug at so deliciously. The smooth, luscious golden waves were gone and instead you were met with much shorter, mullet-like rather irritating haircut. You survived the sideburns, you survived occasional wigs for gigs (and giggles). But this? This was too much. Now he almost looked like every other guy you’d see on the street these days. Almost. “Can you at least explain why?”

He sighs and pulls you closer by your hips, palms coming to rest above the curve of your ass. But you’re more than determined to receive a reasonable explanation, so you build a visible barrier with your arms crossed over your chest and brow raised expectantly.

“Can we discuss it later love? We’re in the middle of the airport.”

“What did you do?”

“_____, love-“

“Rog what was it?”

He sighs, his hands coming up to rub circles around his eye sockets. And you’re waiting. Impatiently waiting and observing how his skin is becoming increasingly red with each passing second. He’s embarrassed and it only makes the rate of your anxiety rise. And now there’s a small smile forming underneath the shadow his hands are providing. You don’t even know if you should be worried or maybe just as red as him.

“Are you going to tell me or-“

“There was a bet.” You’re being immediately shut up with his sudden response, the one you should’ve expected all along. He stretches his arms up and behind himself, and you hate yourself for losing your focus for a moment. Those arms have always been a huge distraction for you. His lips tighten to form a fine line curved around the corners. He’s fucking proud of himself isn’t he.

“And?” You blurt out as nonchalantly as possible, in a way trying to cover your chocked up swallow. You don’t need to let him know what he does to you just yet. Though he probably knows the tiniest details of your non-verbal expressions by now.

“I lost.”

“What a surprise.”

“Yeah.”

Somehow you can’t miss the feeling that you’re playing some sort of game for everyone to see. Cause if one would squint their eyes enough, they could notice the light heaving of your chest, the blush on his collarbone from beneath his shirt, the impatient dancing of his fingers against his thigh as he forces himself not to pull you into him roughly and devour your exasperation then and there.

From afar it looks almost silly, like horny teenagers who have lost their tongues and would rather have them tangled instead. Funny how despite the unexpected haircut you hated so much, he still has you by the collar. As if nothing could ruin him for you.

“Well, what was the bet about then?” You exclaim reaching for one of his bags - the small one, since you know he keeps the heavier stuff in the suitcase. Your eyes are bright as you look at him, the glint quite unmistakable.

His cheeks seem to glow as his grin widens and it’s the kind of smile you only see when he’s nervous or excited. Also when he’s worn out and panting next to you, but that’s a different story and your own cheeks heat up at the thought.

“Well... They teased me a lot about how I get letters and calls from you all the time.”

“Men.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles. His hands find their way back to your waist before he continues with a long intake of air.

“Aaand, umm, there was a bet that: since it’s a mates-only kind of trip, we shouldn’t contact our partners so much. And the rule was that if someone gets a letter, or a telegram, you have to read it out loud-“

“Oh fuck.”

“- or, there would be consequences.” Your mind is sweeping through dozens of things you wrote to him last week and suddenly you remember that one time you were oh so incredibly horny and slid into the envelope not only some not so subtle hints, but also some rather interesting pics you spontaneously took with your polaroid. Putting the two together was relatively easy. You gaze up at him shaking your head but he only clamps his lips and nods.

“I believe you didn’t read them, right? That’s why your hair is shorter?” He inhaled sharply.

“At first I read all of them-“

“Until when?”

“- until you started adding those pictures.”

“Oh thank god.”

“Cause there’s no way I would let them know how filthy my babygirl is.” He exclaims quietly, holding your chin up between his fingers to make you look at him. His lips almost touch your earlobe when he whispers “You can only make me hard like this, and nobody else.”

And maybe, just maybe, you could eventually love that haircut. Because you already love that entire head of passion, talent and wit. And some other things too...

~~~~~

“This is ridiculous. I’m not going out in this.”

“Come on Roger. It’s just for the video, right?”

“I’m not a bloody clown!”

He turned around from the mirror, hands on hips and discontent written all over his features.

If not for his grimace of disapproval he looked almost cute with those puffy sleeves.

White, smoothly folded furbelow reflected the light, slightly illuminating his cheeks. The doublet was beautiful, perfected in every detail, from silvery threads, through patchwork-like design combined with finest materials, to white enlarged cuffs. He looked... amusing to say the least. Not in a bad way, contrary to Roger’s personal opinion.

With perfectly curled, fluffy hair and what seemed like tons of hairspray he looked quite strutting.

“Stop looking me up and down _____.”

“But it suits you!”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I love your hair.” You say as your fingers gently brush the strands of hair above his forehead. Your fingers gently point at his cheek. “And that little pattern you’ve got there. Matches the shirt.”

You’re so focused on fixing the material on his chest that you miss that glint in his eyes.

“Oh, you really like it, don’t you.”

“What?” You look up and he smirks.

“Come on love, you’ve been checking me out all day. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Crimson blush creeps up on your cheeks but before you’re able to respond you’re being interrupted by assistant director telling Roger to join the rest on the set.

Once the door is closed again he turns around with a huff.

“I guess you gotta go like this anyway.” You step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, not wanting to ruin the flounce around the neck. “It’ll be over before you even know it.”

“You’re probably right darling. And then I’m taking you, Mrs. Taylor, out for a fancy dinner.” He points out at you before leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your forehead.

“We’re celebrating something?”

You call out after him as he nears the door. He smiles.

“What? Can’t I, the most stupid looking drummer in the world, just randomly celebrate my amazing life with the love of my life?” You roll your eyes playfully but send him a flying kiss nonetheless. “And I’ll need a lot of drinks after this shitshow. I swear, this is going to be the most stupid music video ever made.”

“Okay okay, Mr. Rockstar. Just go! They need you.”

“Not more than I need you.” Roger teases, already standing at the doorstep. And that’s when you spot something that doesn’t feel right.

“Wait!” You call out and he pops his head back around the door.

“Yes love?”

“What about the shoes?”

“The shoes?”

“Your sneakers. Aren’t you supposed to wear something more... matching?”

„Oh fuck that! I’ve already sacrificed my sense of style today. They won’t take my sneakers too!”

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Falling For You.

— Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

(Modern High School AU)

Warnings: Alcohol, some angst, swearing.

Synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was always the plan.

Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of the plan.

Being ‘just friends’ isn’t enough. Becoming anything more is too much. But suppressed feelings can’t stay ignored forever, and you were about to learn that a lot sooner than you thought.

Inspired by the song, ‘Fallingforyou’ - The 1975

A/N: this one is just,,, i’m sorry in advance. that’s all i’m gonna say :)) please enjoy and thanks for reading !!

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After the argument with your mother the week before the dance, it pretty much ruined the run up to the event.

Bucky stayed for breakfast after your mother decided to head out of town again, but went back home soon after to reassure his mom that he was okay after Thor’s party. Once you were left alone in the house again, the argument replayed constantly in your mind, and it was hard to be productive when all you could hear was your mother’s harsh words every time you tried to focus on something - the lack of productivity only made you feel worse.

You didn’t want to be affected by her. She’d always been a cold woman, incapable of showing empathy even to her own child, but she was still the one who raised you. She wanted the best for you, but what she couldn’t understand was that you were the one who knew what was best for yourself, not her.

Sulking alone for the week before the dance wasn’t something you were going to allow yourself to do, so you gave Wanda a call the following day and told her briefly about what happened. To take your mind off things, she suggested that you went dress shopping. Wanda already had her dress, but she knew that buying a dress had been the last thing on your mind for the past few weeks and that you weren’t at all prepared for the dance yet.

And so, the strawberry-blonde dragged you around every dress store in the mall to find a dress that you didn’t just label as ‘pretty’ or ‘nice’. Wanda knew you were still in a bad mood, but she was sure that once you found the dress, you’d show a little more emotion towards it.

A week later, you were staring at your reflection through the long mirror in Wanda’s bedroom, styling the one dress in the whole mall that you’d managed to crack a smile at. Patterned dark blue lace covered your arms and shoulders, while the rest of the dress was satin, the hem of the dress falling to your mid-thigh. It was simple, yet you still stared in awe at the beautiful shade of blue and the way it accentuated your body. While your mother would’ve laughed in your face if you asked her for money to pay for the dress, your father didn’t have an issue with sending you the money for it. He tended to play the mediator between your mother and you, which had its advantages and disadvantages. Thankfully, he wasn’t as petty as your mother, so he wasn’t going to take away the dance from you just because you were in an argument with your mom.

With your cool-toned eyeshadow applied with clean precision and a layer of dark red lipstick coating your lips, you were actually beginning to look forward to the night. When Wanda promised that she was going to make you look hot, you only rolled your eyes. However, looking at yourself completely made up... well, she sort of came through on that promise.

“Honestly...” The girl placed her hands on her hips, looking your reflection up and down. “There’s not a single word in the dictionary to describe how incredibly hot you look right now.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, despite the nerves building in your stomach. “Wanda...”

“What? It’s true.” She smiled sweetly, glad that she was able to put a smile on your face, but still unsatisfied at the slight doubt in your eyes. “You look great, and you should feel great as well, (Y/N). You deserve to have fun tonight; please don’t let yourself think otherwise.”

There was a part of you that didn’t think you deserved to enjoy the dance. After your mother left the week prior, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right; that you didn’t appreciate all of the money that your parents were putting into your future and education, that you were letting yourself get distracted by your feelings for a certain boy. You knew that your mother shouldn’t have spoken to you in the way that she did that day, but was the message she was trying to get across so unreasonable?

Wanda was correct, though. You were wearing a stunning dress, complimented by a flawless face of makeup, and there wasn’t a hair on your head that was out of place. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so confident, and it was a feeling that you wanted to savour.

Soon enough, Vis had arrived outisde of the house to pick up Wanda, Pietro and you. The girl rushed out of her room, eager to greet her boyfriend while you slowly followed her out, stopping in your tracks when her twin was leaving the room opposite you at the same time, leaving the two of you staring at each other in the middle of the landing.

Pietro’s silver hair was still a bit of a mess, but the suit he was wearing still made him look smart. The blue of his tie matched your dress, and you noticed that he had something clasped in his hand. When he saw your eyes on the object he was holding, he took a step closer to you and reached out for your wrist.

“I, uh... this is for you.” The boy said nervously, holding up what appeared to be a corsage; the strap of the accessory cooridinated with your dress, and was topped with a pure white flower with large petals. He slipped it into your left wrist carefully. “You look amazing by the way, (Y/N).”

“You clean up quite well yourself, Pietro.” You grinned up at him, before lowering your eyes down to admire the corsage. “I’m surprised you managed to pry yourself out of that beloved Nike hoodie for the night.”

The boy chuckled, smoothing out the material of his black suit. “Well, I don’t think my beautiful date would’ve wanted to show up with a guy in a hoodie by her side.”

The compliment made you blush slightly. Was Pietro flirting with you? You were his date after all, maybe he was just playing the part for the night.

Before you could even attempt to come up with a response, Wanda was hurrying the two of you downstairs impatiently. With a hand on the small of your back, Pietro guided you out of the house and into the back seat of Vis’s car, the both of you sharing a smile as you listened to Wanda ramble about how excited she was for the dance.

For the night, you were going to forget about your mom, your grades, your complicated feelings for Bucky. You were just going to have fun, and have a night that you could look back on when you’re older and smile at.

The night surely would be one to remember, but not necessarily for the reasons you’d anticipated.

* * *

“You got the stuff, Nat?”

“Jesus, don’t say it like that. Yes, I have it.”

Sam smirked mischeviously as the redhead reached under the left side of her dress, fumbling a little before pulling out a small flask.

“That’s what you dragged us to the back of the room for?” Steve asked, quirking a brow. “To offer us the alcohol you taped to your damn leg?”

“Well I can’t go flailing it around in front of everyone.” Natasha retorted, unscrewing the cap off the flask and beginning to pour some of the clear liquid into her glass of punch.

Peggy sighed, leaning into Steve as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Why do you even need alcohol for tonight? It’s a school formal, Natasha, not a rave.”

The girl passed the flask to Sam, who didn’t waste any time pouring a tad too much of its contents into his drink. “God, I didn’t realise I came with my grandparents to the dance. You two could seriously use something to take the edge off...”

The brunette girl only shook her head at her friend, swirling around her nearly empty glass before tugging at her date’s arm. “Come with me to get a refill, Steve?”

“We’ll catch up with you guys later.” The blond nodded, sending a warning look to Natasha. “Don’t get yourself wasted, please? It won’t look good for Bucky if the girl he brought from another school had to have her drunk ass escorted out.”

“Thanks for the advice, Grandpa.” She called out after him as he walked away, earning herself a final glare before him and Peggy disappeared out of sight.

Bucky leaned against the wall, unintentionally tuning out the conversation between Nat, Sam and Maria as his eyes scanned the hall full of smiling faces and colourful outfits, looking for one person in particular. He knew that he should’ve tried to find a way to take his mind off you and let you have fun with your date while he had fun with his, but he just couldn’t. He promised himself that he would make the night of the dance his night, whether you were his date or not. Plus, Sam sort of threatened to expose his feelings for you himself if Bucky didn’t do it that night. The boy was joking, obviously, but he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Sam and even Steve if he didn’t work up the courage and do something.

The sound of Natasha snapping her fingers in front of Bucky’s eyes pulled him from his daze, and the girl offered him some of the strong liquid left in her flask. Bucky declined; if he was going to make somewhat of a move on you that night, he didn’t want an drop of alcohol in his system, despite the pit starting to form in his stomach.

Sam decided to pull Maria away for a dance when an upbeat song sounded through the speakers, leaving Bucky and the shorter redhead alone at the back of the room. The boy could feel her eyes piercing into the side of his head, knowing that something was on his mind.

“Alright, Barnes - spill.” Natasha stood in front of him, looking up expectantly. “You’ve been quiet since we left Peggy’s place, and you didn’t even laugh when Sam tripped over his own feet trying to open the car door for Maria before she could do it herself. Something’s up.”

For a moment, Bucky flicked his gaze back down to the girl, who was waiting for him to explain himself. “Nothing’s up, Nat. I’m just...” He was about to make up some bullshit excuse about being tired before his eyes landed back on the entrance of the hall, making him unable to even finish his sentence.

He watched as your group of four walked in; Wanda clung to Vis’s arm, her crimson red dress complimenting the blond’s identically coloured suit. Her twin followed after them, his eyes skimming across the room before looking over his shoulder and taking the forearm of... you.

You, in a dress that made Bucky’s hands clam up and his heart skip a beat. His gaze trailed from the hem of the satin, up the the lace across your chest, and finally up to your gleaming eyes and your wine-red lips. Even from you being on the entirely opposite end of the room to him, you still stood out from the crowd; like a star that shone brighter than the others around it. Bucky thought you always looked good, but fuck... if he didn’t want to take you through the back exit of the hall and kiss those dark lips-

“Bucky.” The redhead nudged her elbow into his ribs, causing him to let out a groan.

“Jesus, Nat. What was that for?”

“You’re gaping at that girl in the blue like you’ve never seen a woman before.” Natasha mirrored her friend’s stare on you, observing as you walked alongside your date over to the punch bowl while she slowly sipped her drink. “Who is she?”

How was Bucky even supposed to answer that? You were his friend, his best friend. You were his rock, you were the one who consumed his every thought, you were the girl he’d been head over heels for since the first time you ever rolled your eyes at some stupid flirty comment he made towards you.

But you were also the girl who never gave in. You were the girl that never gave any indication of having feelings for him, yet the one he never wanted to give up on. You were the girl with the super strict parents, the girl that studied for hours on end every single day. You were the girl that had never been in a relationship because you were too afraid of being so vulnerable to someone.

All in all, you were the girl. The only girl Bucky knew he ever wanted, yet the one who always seemed to be just out of reach.

“She’s...” Bucky started, but wasn’t quite sure how to finish.

Natasha smirked knowingly, averting her gaze back up to him. “You like her, don’t you?”

The boy let out a breathy laugh. There was no point in even trying to lie to Nat. She could figure anyone out within seconds of just meeting them. Though, he was sure that you didn’t have to be as smart as her to figure out that the boy had feelings for you. “Is it that obvious?”

“Kinda.” She shrugged. “So, why aren’t you the guy that’s pouring her out a glass of punch right now?”

Bucky exhaled slowly, watching you giggle at something Pietro said as you took the drink from his hand before tearing his eyes away. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Why? Are they a thing?”

“Well, no-”

“Then what’s so complicated?” The redhead furrowed her brows, placing a hand on her hip over her little black dress.

If they had the time, Bucky could write her a list of the reasons why admitting his feelings for you was completely and utterly stupid. “(Y/N) doesn’t want a relationship, Nat. I don’t even know if she has any feelings for me. She could be falling for Pietro for all I know.”

“Did she tell you that?” Natasha challenged. “That she doesn’t want a relationship?”

“Last year, when I told her that I sorta liked her...”

The girl almost spat out her drink. “She told you that last year? Bucky, how do you know that’s still true?”

Nat had a point. Back then, you’d only known him for a few months. The bond you had then was nowhere near as strong as what you had now with each other. Was it possible that Bucky really could finally have a chance with you?

“I don’t know...” The boy uttered unsurely, causing the girl next to him to scoff. “Pietro-”

“Okay, assuming that this ‘Pietro’ dude is the one (Y/N) came here with, I can assure you that she’s not interested, Buck.”

“How do you know?”

“If she was,” Natasha slapped the back of her hand against his upper arm, making his look up from his feet. “Then she’d be staring at him right now, not at you.”

That definitely peaked the boy’s interest. Surely enough, when Bucky’s eyes found your spot in the room again, they immediately locked with yours.

Thankfully, Pietro had began to make conversation with one of his other close friends - Clint Barton - because none of your attention was centred on him from the moment Bucky’s gaze met yours across the room. It’s not like he was wearing anything special, as he matched basically every other boy in the room with his classic black suit and white shirt. But you weren’t looking at every other boy; you were looking at Bucky. And he was looking right back at you.

Bucky said something to the redhead next to him before beginning to pace in your direction. You presumed that the redhead was in fact his ex, Natasha. You weren’t sure what you’d imagined her to look like, but damn, she was stunning. Like, sculpted by the Lord himself, stunning. No wonder Bucky fell for her. No wonder half of the teenagers in the room were admiring her, you being one of them.

As you saw Bucky getting closer to where you were stood, you quickly tapped Pietro on the arm and let him know that you were going to talk to some people around the hall. His brows knitted together as he watched you practically skip away from him, and when his eyes landed on you making a beeline towards Bucky, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt in his chest. Nevertheless, he carried on talking to Clint. The night was young; he could spend the latter part of the night with you, right?

Meanwhile, you couldn’t suppress the grin on your face as you approached Bucky, finally able to take in his appearance from close up. There was something so attractive about seeing him in a suit; you remembered having the same thought during the Homecoming dance at the beginning of the school year. Now, however, you weren’t completely pushing those feelings towards him down into the depths of your mind.

“Hey, Buck.”

“Hi, sweets.” He breathed out in response, causing you to furrow your brows a little. You’d never seen Bucky Barnes so speechless, and it was sort of... odd.

You noticed his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides, as if he was nervous. “Are you okay? You seem kinda... off.”

“I, uh...” Lord, what was he doing? This was meant to be his night. He was meant to be shooting his damn shot with you. C’mon, Barnes, be confident, he thought to himself. “It’s just... you look gorgeous, (Y/N). Like, really gorgeous.”

And there goes your heart. Screw him; screw him and his stupid way of making your heart swoon at everything does. Usually when he complimented you, it was just Bucky being his charming, flirty self. However, his words now seemed genuine, like he really wanted you to hear them from him. “Aww, Bucky. You know, you’re real cute sometimes.”

“Cute?” He repeated, a smirk playing on your lips at his slight annoyance. “Just cute? Isn’t this the part where you return the compliment and tell me how mega frickin’ hot I look?”

A loud laugh escaped your lips. “James Buchanan Barnes; if you think I’m telling you that you look ‘mega frickin’ hot’, then someone must’ve put some strong stuff in your punch. How about... handsome.”

The boy raised an unimpressed brow, taking a sip from his drink as you sighed.

“Really handsome?”

He shook his head, making you roll your eyes. “I’m not saying that you look mega frickin’ hot.”

“Hmm, you kinda just said it, though.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You know what? I’m taking my compliment back.”

You tilted you head to the side in amusement, biting back a wide smile. “Sorry; it doesn’t work like that.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

Bucky scoffed, but couldn’t hold back a grin at your satisfied expression as he placed his drink on a nearby table. He really was stupid for you. “How about we stop bickering like idiots and dance, huh?”

The question caught you off guard, and Bucky could tell. You were hesitant, he understood that. But if he didn’t get at least one dance out of you during the night, then he’d consider the night a bit of a failure. He also knew you weren’t necessarily one to go and dance like nobody’s watching on the dance floor like Sam, Nat and Maria had resorted to doing, but he figured he might’ve been able to persuade you.

“I mean, sure.” You started, before moving your eyes towards where his friends - including his date - were enjoying themselves. “Shouldn’t you be dancing with Natasha, though?”

“Natasha?” The boy crinkled his brows. Dammit, he knew there was something he’d forgotten to tell you. “How- look, I was going to tell you-”

“You have told me, Buck.” You chuckled at his panic. “When you were drunk, you said that Sam wanted you to ask her and...” And he only asked her because you already had a date.

You guessed there was no point in telling him the second part, since it probably wouldn’t change anything.

“And...?”

“And nothing.” You brushed it off. It looked like he was about to press further, until something else across the hall caught his eye. The familiar mess of silver hair that made him want to roll his eyes - Pietro was walking away from the conversation he had just finished, and he could take a good guess that the boy was now looking for you. A lot of couples were beginning make their way to the dance floor as a slower song began to play melodically through the speakers, and he was sure that Pietro was hoping to dance with you.

Unfortunately, Bucky had other plans for you.

Suddenly, Bucky had grabbed your hand and was weaving the both of you in between couples that were heading the opposite way before you could catch sight of your date, who admittedly hadn’t crossed your since you left him with Clint.

Before you knew it, you had been pulled out of the hall and through the double doors on the far end of the room, into the empty stairwell. You couldn’t help but let out a confused laugh.

“What the hell are we doing here? I thought you wanted to dance.”

The boy shrugged shyly. “Well, I thought we could dance here - out of the way of everyone.”

“But Natasha-”

“Natasha is having enough fun in there without me.” Bucky gently wrapped his hands around your wrists and placed your hands on his shoulders. “And I meant ‘we’ as in ‘me and you’, (Y/N).”

That was fine, right? Obviously Bucky wouldn’t want to slow dance with his ex-girlfriend, and you were his closest friend that happened to be a girl. One dance didn’t have to mean anything. Besides, it was pretty nice being away from the crowd of loud teenagers.

“Alright, but just this song.” You replied, trying not to blush at the feeling of the Bucky’s hands falling to a place just under your ribs.

Wanda and Pietro would begin to look for you if you were away for too long, probably worried in case you’d decided to completely bail on them. Even though you were a little reluctant to come to the dance initially, that feeling had soon vanished once you entered the hall. You could barely tell that it was actually a high school gym with the large, golden chandelier that’d been hung up and the grand array of circular tables with glimmering silver sheets draped over them. And as soon as you saw Bucky, well, you were questioning why you wanted to just stay at home for the night at all.

“Just this song.” The boy replied. Okay, he had one song to make a move. Three minutes in counting. Debatably the most important three minutes of Bucky’s life.

He felt your body begin to relax as you both swayed to the song, though you were still acting fairly shy. Like when you held hands with Bucky not so long ago, the slow dance was another one of the few intimate moments you’d had in your life, and both of which had been with Bucky.

You wondered why it was so important that you and him were alone for the dance. Sure, Pietro might not have been so happy to see his date dancing with another guy, but he knew that you and Bucky were best friends. If you were just dancing as friends, why were you dancing in the stairwell alone with each other?

Bucky had a different vibe about him that night; looking at you from across the room, complimenting you, taking you away from everyone to dance to a slow song... no. There was no way, right? No way that Bucky was trying to be more than just a friend. He liked you when you were sixteen, it’d been a long time since then. His feelings for you were long gone, surely. While that was what you were telling yourself, it still somehow felt so far from the truth.

“Can I ask you something?” You suddenly spoke up in the midst of arguing back and forth with yourself internally.

Perhaps just asking him about what he drunkenly said to you would put your mind at ease. If you heard it from him that what he said wasn’t true and that he was just super drunk, then you could shut down the annoying part of your brain suggesting that the boy might have feelings for you too.

Bucky nodded, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze. “Anything.”

You exhaled nervously. Here goes nothing, you thought. “Is it true that you only asked Natasha to be your date because Pietro had already asked me?” As you watched his eyes widen slightly, you immediately regretted opening your mouth. “You were pretty drunk when you told me that, though. It’s probably not true; I get it if you were just-”

“It’s true.” The boy interrupted, lowering his eyes to the ground, heat rising in his cheeks. Well, if sober him wasn’t going to admit it, then at least drunk him did. “I, uh... fuck. I know it’s stupid, asking my ex to be my date-”

“It’s not stupid.” You quickly intervened. “You only asked her as a friend, just like Pietro asked me as a friend. I just... I didn’t realise that I was your first choice.”

Bucky was pretty sure that Pietro hadn’t just asked you as a friend, but that was a conversation for another time.

“Sweets, you’re always my first choice. You’re my best girl, remember?”

Fuck, of course you remembered. You remembered the way your heart stopped from him telling you that. You also remembered all the other lines he’d said to you that made your heart melt:

“I count myself lucky that I get to see you everyday.”

“I’ll always stay if you ask me to, sweets.”

“...you look gorgeous, (Y/N). Like, really gorgeous.”

And you remembered the way he held your hand that one time walking you home, and when you fell asleep so easily against his side while watching Grease, and when you woke up with his arm slung over your body after looking after his drunken self for the night. You remembered always feeling safe with him.

It was like a scene from a cheesy romance film. You thought it was stupid, initially - how the character would just gaze into the eyes of their love interest and suddenly not know how to form words. Yet there you were, doing just that.

You were perfectly aware of the way Bucky was leaning in closer, but you couldn’t find the will to pull yourself away. Was this what you wanted? Kissing him would change everything. Every time you’d pushed your feelings for him deep down into your soul, every time you’d refrained from complimenting him, every time you reassured yourself that you and him were just friends - it would’ve all been for nothing. Would it really be worth it? Even if you wanted it so badly?

You’d spent over a year resisting Bucky Barnes, making sure that walls you’d put up would stay up; were you really ready for the boy to knock them down? You didn’t even know that he wanted this with you until, well, he was literally leaning in to kiss you. Fuck, it was all too much. Too much for what was meant to be a simple night.

It couldn’t have happened. You couldn’t have let it happen, not without hating yourself for it afterwards.

But before you could even pull away to stop your lips from grazing his, the door to the stairwell burst open, meaning that someone was seeing you wrapped in your best friend’s arms when you were supposed to be dancing with you date.

“Oh my...” The voice was too familiar. “(Y/N)?”

Guilt filled eyes trailed along the grey floor and up to the confused face of Wanda Maximoff. You suddenly were made aware of how close you were pressed against Bucky, and though his expression looked a little hurt, he didn’t object to you practically jumping away from him. “Wanda, I-”

“You know my brother is out there alone, right? He was worried something had happened to you, and we’ve been looking for you for the past ten minutes.” The girl crossed her arms in annoyance. “Everyone is out there dancing with their dates, and his date is out on the stairwell making out with another guy.”

“Making out?” You mustered out. This was bad. Really bad. It was selfish to leave Pietro out there when you were supposed to be his date, you knew that. You also knew how protective his twin was of him, and that she didn’t like when anyone - including one of her best friends - hurt him in any way. “N-nothing happened, Wanda.”

Wanda nodded, clearly unconvinced. “Right. Well, I’ll go and let Pietro know you’re okay. Sorry for interrupting.”

She turned around abruptly and went to re-enter the hall, but you stepped forward and grasped her wrist before she could do so. “No, I’ll go and find him.”

“No, you won’t.” The girl sighed as a puzzled expression formed on your face. “This wasn’t just some stupid school dance to Pietro, (Y/N). If you weren’t his date, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to come tonight. He saw you sneak out here with Bucky and... well, it hurt him. I could tell he was upset, even if he tried to act like he didn’t care. ”

Your head hung low, guilt overwhelming your body. While Wanda had hinted to you that her brother may have liked you, there wasn’t a part of you that actually believed it was true. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings, and you’d done it without having any knowledge of doing so. You remembered how it felt when you found out about Bucky’s relationship with Natasha for the first time, and you could imagine that Pietro was feeling the same sort of hurt.

“You should talk to him, (Y/N), but not tonight. I’ll... I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

You could feel Bucky’s stare burning into your skull as you nodded at your friend with a forced smile before she wandered back into the hall. There was a number of feelings running through your body, none of which you could really identify. If Wanda was going to call you tomorrow, then you could talk to her about what to do about Pietro then. It felt horrible knowing that she was annoyed at you, but there wasn’t much you could do about it at that moment.

For now, you still had your best friend that you’d almost shared a kiss with standing a few feet away from you to deal with. All you wanted to do was run out of the stairwell and forget it even happened, but you could do that one you’d asked him something.

“Were you... about to kiss me, Bucky?” It was a stupid question, really. While you’d never even had your first kiss, you could take a good guess of what someone leaning in to kiss you looked like, and it really looked like that’s exactly what Bucky was doing. However, you wanted to hear it from him. Even though it would drive you mad, knowing that Bucky could’ve kissed you and everything could’ve began to fall apart, you just needed to know that it wasn’t just a ‘heat of the moment’ thing.

Bucky’s gaze never left yours as he gave you a simple answer. “Yeah, I was.”

There was a pregnant pause. A pause that made the boy want to be swallowed up by the ground instead of standing and waiting for you to respond. He didn’t regret it, honestly. He knew for a fact that he’d feel even more regretful if he didn’t do it, though he wasn’t quite sure what reaction he’d been anticipating.

A sigh fell from your lips. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Bucky’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”

“I can’t... I can’t talk about this now.” You shook your head, starting towards the doors to the hall, breaking your gaze from his. “I’ll text you, alright?”

“(Y/N)-”

Bucky tried to call you back, but you had soon disappeared into the midst of teenagers. A string of curse words escaped his lips as he rubbed his eyes in frustration, leaning his back against the bare wall of the stairwell. The feeling reminded him of back in junior year, when you rejected him the first time he ever tried to make a move. He had once again been left with no clue of what your feelings were towards him, and until you texted him like you said you would, that’d probably be the only thing on his mind for a while.

Meanwhile, you rushed over to the nearest round table and plopped yourself on a seat, spying an abandoned glass of punch sitting near you. You took it without a second thought, attempting to calm yourself down by having a large gulp of the red drink. If you were drinking, you weren’t thinking.

Once the taste fruity tang hit your tastebuds, it was soon followed by a strong, bitter flavour. Jesus, what the hell is in this?, you thought, refraining yourself from spitting the liquid right back into the glass.

“Sorry, that drink is at least fifty percent vodka.” Someone chuckled from behind you, the figure then moving to place themselves on the seat next to you. Your eyes widened slightly, realising who had decided to accompany you. The girl in the jet-black dress with a head of red curls took a sip from the glass you’d quickly put down, shooting you a kind smile.

Natasha. Bucky’s ex-girlfriend in the flesh, tipsy and seemingly talkative.

Her smile soon faltered when you could only offer a small smile back. “It’s okay, I’m, uh... (Y/N).”

You weren’t sure whether or not to introduce yourself, but you did so anyway, considering you had just taken a swig of her drink.

“I know. I mean, that’s sounds weird, but Bucky told me about you. I’m Bucky’s friend, Natasha.” The girl rambled. “Holy shit, you were just with him, weren’t you? Did he finally make a move on you? Wait, you look sad. Did something happen? Wait, we’ve only just met; you probably don’t wanna talk about it with me...”

It surprised you that Bucky had told Natasha about you, and his apparent plan to make a move on you. You were still processing the fact that the boy supposed had feelings for you, and hearing it from someone else only made it harder to do so.

“I...” You started, looking up at the redhead who had her chin rested in her palm, attention completely on you. You know what? Fuck it. She probably won’t remember this conversation in the morning. “He was going to kiss me. We almost kissed and I know... I know it sounds cliche, but it was one of those ‘my heart says yes but my mind says no’ moments, you know?”

“Did you wanna do it?” Natasha asked. “You know, kids him?”

“Well... I don’t know.”

“You’re upset now though, right?” The girl raised her brows, circling her half-filled punch glass on the table. “You’re either upset because it almost happened or upset that it didn’t.”

Maybe you should get advice from drunk people more often, because Natasha was right. Despite all the repercussions that would’ve came with letting Bucky kiss you, you... wanted it. You liked him a whole fucking lot, of course you wanted to kiss him. You were upset because you just wanted to kiss him and not feel all the doubt and guilt and anxiety surrounding you parents and school and your future as you did it. You just wanted Bucky, but you were afraid that being with him wasn’t going to be as easy as it sounded.

Natasha noticed your long silence, and you flinched as one of her hands fell on top of yours comfortingly. “Look, relationships are hard. They’re really fucking hard sometimes, but if you care about the person that you’re with enough, then it’s all worth it in the end. Bucky-” As the song playing ended and another one started, the girl let out an excited shriek. “Okay, my jam is playing now, so I’m gonna have to go. But Bucky really cares about you, okay? Whatever stopped you from wanting to kiss him shouldn’t matter to you if you care about him just as much.”

And with that, Natasha blew you a kiss and jumped up from her seat, stumbling back over to the dance floor. Fuck, if you weren’t conflicted between your feelings before, you definitely were after the redhead’s drunken speech.

With a tired huff, you placed your head in both of your palms, elbows digging into the table as you rested on them. God, all you wanted to do was get home and sleep for the rest of Winter break if it meant you could temporarily forget about all that’d happened that night.

Everything surrounding Bucky could be thought about another day, but for the time being, you just wanted the dance to end.

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