#hope you guys enjoy it! it was a learning process lol

[d1xonss]

Daryl with a fem reader who’s love language is physical touch? Like whenever they’re cuddling she’s always burying her head into his side or neck. Or another one is acts of service so imagine when they first came to Alexandria she noticed Daryl was the only one in the group who still hasn’t bathed so she offered to do it for him.. he just sits in front of her in the bath while she cleans his hair and scrubs his body

Soap and Bubbles

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 5

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 1.1k

AN ~ I’ve been slacking on requests big time:( But recently I got my wisdom teeth removed and the whole recovery has been kicking my ass, so sadly I just haven’t felt motivated to write anything new. Though I’m hoping this lil oneshot makes up for it and you guys don’t completely hate me lol.

Hope you enjoy! xoxox

He was stubborn. You were persistent. It was like when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. But in the end it was almost painfully obvious who won those battles most of the time.

When the group first arrived to Alexandria; a safe haven that was gifted to you by the grace of God himself, it was no secret that Daryl was one of the first who didn’t trust it. He was constantly tense and on high alert most of the time, when in reality there was never any real danger to begin with. But his thoughts seemed to haunt him, not necessarily because he felt the constant need to protect himself, but because he felt the constant need to protect you.

You were the most precious thing to him, like a delicate flower that he was constantly worried about squishing under his boot if he wasn’t too careful. And just the thought of you being in this unknown place that none of you really knew, it was safe to say it took him a while to even sleep. And it took him even longer to feel comfortable enough to bathe.

After the first few days of getting comfortable in the new community, you couldn’t help but notice that Daryl was the only one who hadn’t taken advantage of the luxury that was given. He hadn’t slept on one of the actual beds, he hadn’t even eaten any of the food that was stocked to the brim in each of the houses. The man just continuously hunted for his own food nearly every single day instead, working for it as if he felt like he had to. And he was one of the last people to use the nice new bathroom that everyone else had been hogging.

It was hard seeing him like this, knowing without even having to ask that he was slightly uncomfortable here. In the end when the place didn’t seem that dangerous, you knew he only really stayed so you had a roof over your head, and that was it. He always seemed to put you first before anything else and it never failed to melt your heart in the best way. But at the same time, you wanted to help him. You wanted to ease him into everything so he could learn to eventually call this place home.

Which is why you ever so slowly tried to coax him into taking a bath. Like a dog who was afraid of water.

“Nah.” was his original answer when you first asked him, that stubbornness really shining through as he put his foot down at the idea. Knowing that he didn’t feel safe enough to be so vulnerable.

But then you offered to help him, and that seemed to change the game as his interest piqued.

So after just a little more convincing, you finally got him into the tub filled with warm water, even adding some bubbles just to make it a little more enjoyable. And although he scoffed at the sight, he clearly wasn’t complaining as he practically melted into the warm water.

You sat yourself behind him as you ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp as you cleaned it with a fresh shampoo. His eyes fluttered closed at your softness when touching him, even letting out a satisfied groan or grunt here and there just to let you know how much he was enjoying it. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself every time he did so, dragging the process out just a little bit longer upon seeing how relaxed he was.

Your nails gently scratched his scalp every once and a while which you knew he thoroughly enjoyed, loving the soothing feeling you provided as he slowly came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. His muscles twitched as you rinsed the bubbles out of his hair, feeling the warmth running down his back.

A smile stretched across your lips as you looked down at him, “Feel good?”

He nodded slowly as he let out a long and satisfied sigh, keeping his eyes closed as he was certain he could fall asleep within seconds. “Thank you.” he muttered.

Your face softened at his gratitude, “You’re welcome.” your sweet voice spoke, leaning down to place a kiss on top of his head.

He smiled to himself when he felt the touch of your lips, relaxing even more as you continued on for however long you wished. He wasn’t complaining, nor was he going to stop you anytime soon.

You then ran some conditioner through his hair, being able to run your fingers through the full length of it smoothly as you removed all the tangles. It smelled like heaven and it made his hair feel nearly brand new after not having it clean and fresh in so long. You then took your time washing his body, which to him was his favorite part of this whole thing. Your hands worked delicately, watching the soap run down his arms and chest as the remaining dirt just melted off his body.

A few more cuts were now more prominent on his skin as you continued to wash him, making some kind of mental note to help him clean those when he got out of the porcelain bowl. With being on the road for so long you had no idea how long they had been there, now being thankful you had everything you needed to fix him up. Seeing him constantly putting you before him in every single scenario, you wanted to do the same for him whenever you could. Though he was thick headed and usually refused, he did occasionally like being showered with affection like this.

Once you were done and the water was now a bit colder, you opened your mouth to tell him that he should probably get out. But you stopped yourself upon seeing the look on his face, seeing him finally looking content for the first time in months. You figured a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt as you began to drag your nails through his hair again.

“I love you.”

It was so soft you almost didn’t catch it. But the second his words met your ears you couldn’t help but freeze. He had never said that to you before.

Though you knew he always loved you, showing it in the little ways he knew how, you knew he felt a deep love for you that he couldn’t even describe. His actions speaking much louder volumes than words ever could. But now hearing him admit it out loud, you could feel a warmth spreading through your chest as you smiled, continuing to run your fingers through his hair as if to pretend it didn’t affect you as much as it did.

“I love you too.”

~ Thanks for reading!

[fiendishfables]

hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

[lunarmoves]

through pixel eyes (chapter one)

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: kinitopet/virtual au, gender neutral reader, general creepiness

a/n: ignoring that it's 3am where i am... ch1's finally here! yippee!! ending is rushed but im tired so excuse it LOL pls check out the masterlist for more info on the fic (tags & summary). hope u guys enjoy! :D

word count: 5.3k+

masterlist

ao3 link

Click. Click. Taptap tap tap. Click. 

You chew aimlessly at the bottom of your lip as your mouse roves over to the latest email in your inbox, opening it with another decisive click. Perking up slightly, your eyes skim through its contents, mindful of the zip file attached to it at the top. 

Valued employee, the email reads, thank you again for your decision to assist Fazbear Entertainment in the latest beta testing stages for our developing proprietary technology. Attached is the file you are required to download to begin testing. As always, be mindful of the documentation you have signed previously; a failure to comply will result in immediate termination. Located at the bottom of this email is the submission form you will need to populate each time you conduct a run. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to reply to this email. Have a Faz-errific day! 

You hum and scroll back to the top of the email again so you can look at the attached file. FazPals1.1_DCA.zip, it says. You click the download button, then lean back in your chair as you wait. 

For being such a large company, FazCo has a rather small beta testing team. You suppose it makes sense, though; their technology is so unparalleled that you are sure they’d want to keep information as closed off as possible. Hence why you’d been forced to sign all matters of forms—contracts, an N.D.A., and waivers, of all things—before they’d signed you on. You’re sure they are even more restrictive with their information after the pizzaplex burned down all those years ago. You’re lucky you’d managed to slither your way into their ranks to make the beta team, though you figure it helps that your resume is stacked with experience. 

You are certainly curious as to what they’ve been doing while they parade assurances that the pizzaplex will return “better than ever.” You have a vague idea from your past emails with management as you were being incorporated into the beta testing team—some kind of interactive game of sorts, you think—but they’ve been rather hush-hush about it. Your answer resides in the zip file that’s just finished downloading to your computer. You navigate to your file explorer and begin the extraction process for the files. Luckily, it doesn’t take too long. You scratch idly behind your ear, shifting your headphones a little to rest more comfortably atop your head. 

Okay. File open. Where is the— There! You double click on the FazPals_DCA.exe file to run it and begin installation. A brief glance at the time shows it is a little after six in the evening. You have quite a bit of time before you’ll need to head to bed. You’ll see how far into the program you get before you hit a checkpoint or something. 

You watch as a tiny pink and white bear on the installation window flips a pizza over and over while the progress bar steadily inches its way to full completion. It is oddly hypnotizing. And when the program finally finishes installing, the window closes. An icon of a cool crescent moon tucked into the burning yellow of a sun appears on your desktop and is labeled as FazPals. Nice. Thank you, fast WiFi. Without much preamble, you double click on the icon. 

A small window pops up in the middle of your screen. You glance through the text quickly. 

Welcome to version 1.1 of FazPals, your very own virtual desktop friend based on the hit characters from Fazbear Entertainment's Mega Pizzaplex! They are able to walk, talk, joke, tell stories, give fun facts, adapt, and play games! FazPals are like no other with their innovative adaptive technology! You'll learn from them as they learn from you!

Click the button below if you are ready to meet your new FazPal!

Not what you’d been expecting, but it sounds pretty cool. It reminds you of the Tamagotchis from all those years ago—only with the A.I. of Fazbear-branded technology. Well! No time like the present! You click the ‘Proceed’ button and the window closes. 

In the center of your screen, a small music box appears. It’s an unassuming little thing, wrapped in yellow with a red ribbon crossing over it to tie into a neat bow at the top. A crank awaits your click, so you do just that, watching as it rotates around and around until— Pop! The box opens and something jumps out of it with a flourish and a jingle of bells that echoes through your headset. 

The box disappears and you’re left to stare curiously at the little figure swaying animatedly on your desktop. He seems to look around a bit, then a small dialogue box flashes over his head. But before you can read its contents, the box disappears in a static puff. You cock your head slightly. A glitch, maybe? You file that away for later and instead observe the tiny, taut grin of the program. Your FazPal, or whatever. 

You recognize him from the pizzaplex commercials you’d seen on the television years ago—the Daycare Attendant. A fellow—fellows?—modeled after celestial bodies. You’re looking at the sun, currently, though his design is a bit different from what you remember seeing.

Before you can get a good look at him, however, another dialogue box pops up over his head with text accompanying a voice that chirps into your headset. You are momentarily surprised at the sound; you hadn’t expected FazCo to incorporate their voice module into the program too. 

“Hellooo, New Friend!” Sun exclaims in a slightly pixelated manner—hardly noticeable, really—as he waves a small hand. “My name is Sun, your very own F-FazPal!” There’s a slight glitch on the word that makes his voice deepen slightly, but it passes easily enough. “What’s your name?” 

Following his question, a window labeled ‘Name?’ pops up to his side with a textbox for you to input your answer. Figuring he isn’t going to proceed with his script until you type your answer, you take the moment to properly analyze his design. 

Detached sunrays of white and gold hover around his head, framing bright eyes and an equally as bright smile on a face split into a crescent. He’s rather lithe, with a red sash tied around his waist that’s adorned with small, golden bells. Another bell is tied around his spindly neck with a red ribbon, and those same ribbons are tied around his wrists. His torso is bare and colored in different shades of yellow. Puffy red pants cover his legs—triangularly shaped with sharp lines and edges. They are decorated in a design that reminds you of the circuitry of a motherboard—dissecting lines connected by small circles that start from his waist and make their way down the length of his pants in a trickle. Pointy shoes with little suns on their sides finish the look. 

He is all angles and unforgiving points, with a digitized sort of look to him that fits the whole ‘FazPal’ aesthetic, in your opinion. It’s certainly interesting. You like the futuristic feel to it. 

Pulling yourself back to the present, you type in your name. Sun has his arms crossed behind his back as he waits, swaying gently side to side. You hit enter and the window disappears. 

“Lovely name!” Sun chirps, his rays spinning around his head eagerly that you eye in interest. They look like floating pieces of fractured, stained glass, dainty yet deadly. “I’m sure we are going to be the bestest best friends!” You snort at the declaration. 

“To start our little quest of friendship,” Sun continues on, his head moving towards the dialogue box that pops up near him like he’s looking at it, eyes narrow. It’s honestly difficult to tell with that blank gaze of his. He returns his gaze to the front, where his eyes upturn into little crescents. “Why don’t we get to know each other? Sound good?” 

Another window appears with two simple buttons sitting next to each other under it: A ‘Yes’ and a ‘No’. You click the ‘Yes’ and Sun gives an excited little clap of his hands. It’s cute, in a way. “Wonderful! Okay! To start, what iiisss your favorite color?” The open window closes, then reopens to a textbox again with the new question displayed at the top. You hum and tap your chin thoughtfully, then let your fingers fly across your keyboard as you type the color in. 

You pause, however, before you hit enter and decide to tack on a ‘hbu?’ to your response. If only to satisfy your curiosity and really test the limits of FazCo’s ingenious A.I. Hey, you’re a beta tester—it speaks for itself! 

Sun grins even wider, if possible. “That’s a good one! As for me…” He makes a thinking gesture, eyes narrowing like he’s contemplating it deeply, then brightens up. No, literally. A lightbulb appears over his head for a quick moment. “I like all the colors, it’s so hard to choose just one! Normally, I just say ‘rainbow’!” He makes a little semicircle gesture with his hands around his head. Little pixelated sparkles wink into and out of existence near his fingers before he clasps his hands behind him once more. You’ve got to hand it to FazCo—they certainly know how to add some flair to their characters. “Next question! If you could have any superpower ever, what would it be?”  

You chew at your lip again as you lean back in your chair and ponder his question. Why is it when people ask you these kinds of questions you always blank on the answers? Sun is ever so patient as he waits, moving in that idle animation next to the open window. 

Ah well, it’s not like you’re answering an interview question or anything. You wing it. ‘probably invisibility, or something. hbu?’ And enter. 

“Ooh! Invisibility!” Sun nods like he’s giving his approval. “Good in the right hands! I would want the power to read minds, I think! All the better for making fantastic friends!” 

You make a small sound at that. Well, you suppose that’s one way to make friends, albeit not a very… stable foundation to base a friendship off of. Sun proceeds with his next question. “This one’s a bit of a tough one! What’s your favorite word?” 

‘Tough’ is an understatement. You’re stumped. You rake through your mind for a word and draw up nothing but blanks. You’re certain you have one, but you just cannot think of it at the moment. Shrugging, you type ‘idk. i can't think of one rn, sorry. do u have one?’ 

His head cocks to the side, grin curling at the edges. “That’s more than one word, New Friend!” Sun replies amusedly, then laughs—a loud, tinkering thing that cuts off a bit strangely at its end. “Kidding! I’ll let you off easy for that one!” He is quite good at adapting to your responses, you note lightly. Very intriguing. You wonder how that’s coded. “My favorite word is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” You blink in surprise. The dialogue box is barely able to hold the word inside of it. You didn’t quite expect him to say that, of all words, though you guess it makes sense for him. Sun doesn’t elaborate, just transitions merrily through the next part of his script. “Now, for this question, I need you to be as detailed as possible, okay? It is”—he pauses for a second—“essential.” 

You nod, but it’s not like he can see you, so you end up looking like a fool. Sun stares straight ahead and it… it feels a bit like he’s looking directly at you. You shift uneasily in your seat and watch his eyes go dark along with his white rays and wide smile. Abyss-like. Something drops in the pit of your stomach at the abrupt switch. His smile widens. It cracks like he’s on the edge of something hysterical. And when he speaks, it’s in a low, garbled voice that grates at your ears. 

“Where.” He grits out. “Are—” 

He doesn’t get the chance to finish. A glitch encompasses his body that makes his rays twitch erratically and his limbs to jitter about like he’s being electrocuted. You jerk back out of surprise and consider exiting the hell out of the program. But then he’s back to normal like nothing had ever happened. White eyes stare up at you with an equally as white smile. 

“Oh!” Sun exclaims cheerfully, swaying about gently. You’re taken aback and, quite frankly, confused out of your goddamn mind. “Silly me, look at the time! I’m afraid our friendship will have to wait! There’s someone else who’d like to meet you!” 

“What.” You utter the word mindlessly, eyes flicking down to the time on your computer. 6:59 P.M. Time sure did fly by through all of… that. You’re not entirely sure what to think of it. 

“Talk to you soon, New Friend!” Sun waves a hand in farewell, then spins himself around in a little animated tornado. You can only stare, oddly transfixed and still utterly flummoxed, as he spins around, and around, and around until the clock changes to 7:00 P.M. and he slows to an elegant stop. 

Only, it’s not Sun you’re looking at anymore. 

The rays are gone, replaced with a nightcap covering his head that’s adorned with twinkling stars and a little bell at the end. All the yellows have shifted to greys, blues, and blacks, though he still retains the golden bells, red ribbons, and red sash. His pants are a midnight blue with the same circuitry design, and his shoes now have little moons etched into them instead of suns. 

This must be the moon, you conclude once you’re done observing him. The other half to the Daycare Attendant you remember seeing via advertisement—the one who’d been in charge of naptime. 

You watch as Moon seems to look around. You’re not sure what he’s looking at, but you can only wait. Gentle ruby eyes move from your desktop icons to the open window that Sun had been standing next to. His smile turns jagged like the outline of a mountain. And then—

And then he slinks away, disappearing straight off of your monitor without a second look. You’re left staring at the open window, the cursor still blinking in the textbox and awaiting your input. What… just happened? You blink at where he’d disappeared off screen and wait a few moments. But he doesn’t come back. 

What the hell?

Five minutes turns into ten, which turns into fifteen and then twenty, but he truly does not return. You’re stupefied. 

Maybe you should restart the program? You nibble at your lower lip and right click on the FazPals icon so you can end it and then boot it back up again. Your mouse turns into that loading circle of death, and you swear you’re not holding your breath in anticipation or anything, but it sure does feel like it. 

Loading… loading… loading…

…

Nothing. Zip, zilch, nada. Moon does not appear. You groan and scratch at your ear again, shifting your headphones. Day one of testing and you’ve already run into a problem. Great. Well, it wasn’t like you’d expected everything to be smooth sailing. Still annoying, though. Just in case, you try restarting your computer. 

It doesn’t yield any results either, and you end up just watching some videos as you wait to see if the bug will magically fix itself. Spoiler alert, it doesn’t and you eventually give up as the clock ticks closer to midnight.

But well—you think as you slowly pull up the submission form FazCo had sent you for your job to fill out—you suppose this is why the program’s still in the testing phase. It obviously has some kinks that need to be ironed out. Hopefully it’ll get fixed up in the next patch update. Until then, you’ll just have to deal with it. 

A benefit of working from home? You get to set your own schedule. A blessing, at times. 

That unfortunately means you have to stick to it while ensuring you’re properly taking care of yourself, and going outside to get fresh air, and also getting all the necessary work done on time, and also— 

Well, you get the point. 

You wake up groggy the next day and stumble your way out of your room, just barely managing to step over the little Roomba aimlessly bumbling down the small hallway. At one point it was another product you were testing, but then it was given the green flag for mass production and admission to stores. The company let you keep the one they sent you. It was a little finicky, but it worked just fine. You named it Chicken Nugget a while ago—Dr. Nugget for short, because a Roomba with a PhD was just too amusing to pass up. You’re still musing over what area its PhD is in.

There is much to be done. Dishes from last night need to be washed, food needs to be prepared to last you a few days, timesheets need to be filled out before you forget your hours. It’s easy to multitask on household chores while you do your job. You're on the beta testing team for quite a few companies, so you’re kept busy evaluating their programs and products while you julienne onions and clean plates. You earn enough to live comfortably, and it’s all you can ever ask for, really. 

Eventually, after a long day of being a responsible human being and submitting numerous evaluation forms for various applications, you plop down in front of your computer with your headphones and turn it on. Evening has just started to creep in, turning the sky into a picturesque gradient of burnt mandarin and dusty magenta. Your desk is right by a window, so it’s nice to draw the curtains back and let fresh air circulate around the room from it.

Alright, computer on. You type in your password to log in and wait as it finishes booting up. First thing on your list—check your email. There’s nothing of importance, not that you’d expected anything, really. Oh hey, you’ve got a discount code for your next purchase at your favorite pizza store. Sweet. You save it for later. 

All you have to do is test FazCo’s program and then you can relax for the rest of the night. You preemptively open up their submission form and minimize the window, then double click on the FazPals icon. Hopefully you won’t run into any problems. Code is weird like that—working perfectly fine at one moment and doing fuck all the next. And it’s always a pain filling those surveys out when there’s an abundance of bugs and glitches to point out. It’s simple, but oh so tedious. You guess that’s what you’re getting paid for, though. 

Blinking back to attention, you squint at your empty desktop then double click on the FazPals icon again. Ah, there you go. Loading symbol. 

Instead of the little music box like you’d been expecting, Sun comes into view by cartwheeling in from the side of your monitor. It’s silly and you smile slightly as he jumps up to his feet and splays his arms and a leg out wide like he’s about to fall into another cartwheel. 

“New Friend!” he exclaims loudly alongside the text in his dialogue box, rays spinning rapidly about his head in delight. You wince slightly and lower your volume a bit. No need to kill your eardrums. “You’re back! It has been twenty-two hours, nine minutes, and thirty-seven seconds since we last interacted!” 

Your brow raises at his precision, but what else did you expect from a computer program? Sun relaxes into his normal stance and leans forward eagerly. “So! What do you wanna do?” A small, labeled window pops up next to him for you to type in. One of his rays twitches slightly. “For a list of activities I can perform, type ‘/help’!” 

You’ve already forgotten what he can do other than walk around and talk your ear off, so you do just that and the window disappears. You didn’t even have to hit enter. 

Sun beams. “For your present and future reference, I can tell jokes, give fun facts, play games, and storytell! Pick your poison, New Friend!” 

You ponder for a bit, then type ‘can u tell me a fun fact?’ in the new window before it pops out of sight, again before you can press enter. Huh. You make a note of it mentally. The back and forth with the windows is going to take some getting used to. 

“I sure can!” Sun does a little wiggle and stands at full attention with his arms crossed behind his back. “Did you know that neutron stars spin six hundred times per second? Pretty cool!” He seems very cheery today. You’ll have to keep an eye out for any more of that strange glitching from yesterday. “Want another one?” 

Eh, you don’t see why not. You shrug and click the ‘Yes’ button when it appears. Sun gives a little salute. “The most water ever discovered surrounds a black hole about twelve billion lightyears away! It has the equivalent of one hundred and forty trillion times the volume of Earth’s oceans!” You’re starting to see a theme here with his fun facts and it honestly checks out. Sun’s rays spin a little to the right as he tilts his head slightly. “That was two facts in one, technically. Just for you! Don’t tell anyone!!” And then he winks, accompanied by a little star spinning out from his eye. It’s a small detail, but it still makes you smile. Consider you charmed. 

“Alrighty! I have an idea of what we can do next!” Sun says as he skips away to the edge of your monitor. You watch him curiously as he sticks a hand beyond your desktop—somewhere offscreen?—and starts pulling over a large open window from it. Like he’s unraveling a spool of paper. He drags the window over to the center of your screen, then wipes his face with his arm and takes an exaggerated breath. “Phew! That’s heavier than it looks! Luckily, I’ve got these to help me!” He flexes his stick-like arms dramatically, posing this way and that like he’s a pro wrestler. 

You notice, as he poses, that another small window pops up—indistinct and unlabeled this time with a simple textbox for you to type in. But he… didn’t really ask you a question or anything of the sorts for you to respond to? You eye it for a moment, then decide to type a little ‘hi’ in it to see if it’s a bug or something. After waiting a few seconds to see if the window will close again without you hitting enter, nothing really happens. Oh, is it fixed now? You hit enter and the text disappears, but the window stays. You guess it is. Code, man. So finicky. 

Sun stops flexing to shoot you a bright beam with a spin of his rays. “Hello!” 

Okay, maybe it’s not a bug if he can still process your texts. Shrugging it off easily, you turn your attention to the window Sun had pulled over from who-knows-where. It looks like your computer’s Paint app. How did he open that? ‘what’s that for?’ you type into the textbox.  

“This is for us to play some games, silly!” Sun brandishes his hands towards the Paint window like he’s presenting a masterpiece. “How does Tic-Tac-Toe sound?” 

Well, not like you have any other ideas for what to do. ‘sure, let’s play.’ 

“Faz-tastic!” Sun claps his hands, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a comically large wooden pencil from its depths. Seriously, it’s nearly the length of his arm. It’s like something right out of a cartoon and you grin at the silliness. He steps closer to the Paint window and draws four perfectly straight and intersecting lines—each of them the same length and splitting into the same sized boxes and everything. He then draws a perfect circle in one of the corner boxes and steps back. “Your turn!” 

You crack your knuckles and roll your shoulders. Okay. Time to lock in and kick this program’s ass. 

Except you don’t. 

You lose horribly. Seven times in a row, in fact. 

‘r u cheating? ur cheating, aren’t u,’ you type into the open textbox, which had remained in place all throughout your games. Unusual, but you’re not too bothered by it. After you lost the first few rounds, you started complaining to him using it. You figured you might as well. It’s almost like having a conversation with him and you’re pretty impressed by his verbal versatility. 

“Cheating?!” Sun squawks, offended. He splays a hand across his chest as he somehow manages to twirl his giant pencil in his hand like a baton. “A rulebreaker, I am not! I think someone is getting a little grumpy!” He gives you a pointed grin. 

You should have expected you’d lose to fucking A.I. software. You run your tongue over your bottom lip, where you’d been incessantly troubling it with your teeth throughout the rather merciless Tic-Tac-Toe beating you’d just received. You’re considering mentioning in the submission form that the program is too difficult to beat at games, but maybe you’re just that bad at them. Your ego’s definitely going through it.

‘i’m not grumpy,’ you grumble. Sun shakes his little digital head in good mirth, seeing right through you, of course. You switch topics. ‘let’s play something else. got any other games?’ 

“I sure do, Friend!” He uses his pencil eraser to clear the Paint canvas and starts drawing what looks like a game of Hangman. He gives you a sly smile. “Think you’re up for a real challenge?” Cheeky! 

After some rounds of Hangman and Pictionary (which, to your pleasant surprise, you’re not too bad at, but maybe Sun’s taking pity on you), Sun eventually closes the Paint window and makes a show of stretching languidly. “My time’s almost up, I’m afraid!” Sure enough, a quick glance at the time shows it’s nearing seven o’clock. Time flies when you’re having fun. “Make sure to stretch your back and arms out, Friend! Hydration is also important!” 

‘yes boss, u got it, boss,’ you reply before stretching out your arms. You have a water bottle on your desk that you take a quick drink out of, the liquid inside of the insulated material still cool and refreshing. You shiver a little and eye your window still letting the night air into the room. You should close that soon. And maybe turn on the lights so you’re not sitting in the dark illuminated only by your bright screen. 

Naturally, you do neither. Too much work right now.

Sun wiggles a little, then clasps his arms behind his back. “This was fun! I will talk to you tomorrow, Friend!” His grin widens, curling at the edges. “Don’t keep me waiting too long!”

And before you can really process the tone of that, he pulls out a red curtain from somewhere behind him. Shaking it out slightly, he pulls it up in front of him to block your view of his little figure entirely. You raise an eyebrow as the curtain wiggles and protrudes out like he’s changing into new clothes, before eventually it falls down and reveals Moon. His nightcap is pulled down to partially cover his glowing ruby eyes.

You lean forward in your chair, attention instantly grabbed. Will he work properly this time? You consider him for a moment as he simply stands there—sullen and, dare you say, annoyed. His eyes are narrowed and his mouth is pulled into a scowl. He shifts like he wants to move or leave, but something keeps him rooted into the same spot Sun was just in. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his pants (he has pockets??) and he slouches like a puppet cut from its strings.  

He’s not saying anything. Only glares off at a point somewhere on your screen. You bite the inside of your cheek and decide to take one for the (nonexistent) team. 

‘hi moon,’ you type into the textbox that’d remained even after Sun left. Pressing enter, you watch curiously as something tense seems to line Moon’s small shoulders and he moves his glare to the open window instead. 

His head twitches. “Hi,” he replies slowly in a raspy voice. It’s not what you’d expected, low and murmured like he’s speaking to someone in a dark and quiet corner. His gaze darts to the dialogue box that pops up next to his head and seems to narrow even farther. 

Oookay. He doesn’t say anything else. Is he still bugged or is he just programmed to be much quieter than Sun? You’re not sure if that makes sense for this type of program, though. You try to nudge the conversation again, thinking back to the list of commands Sun gave you earlier. ‘can u tell me a joke?’ 

Moon seems to look at you and it’s just as creepy as it had been when Sun did it. His scowl deepens. “No.”

You’re taken aback. No? Oh. Well. Maybe you should try something else? ‘can u tell me a fun fact?’ At least you know this command works for certain.

“No.” 

It’s like pulling teeth over here. 

You’re determined, however. This is your entire job. ‘what about a story?’

“No.” Moon bares knife-like teeth at you in aggravation and you’re tempted to do the same thing back. He doesn’t want to do anything! Something is definitely… off. You make a note of it to include in the submission form later. At least he hasn’t left your screen. You’ll take the win where you can. 

You’re stumped on what to do. The only thing you can think of is to keep inputting commands until something gives. Maybe things will sort themselves out? You try asking for a fun fact or joke again, but Moon still just scowls and answers in that same clipped manner. His fidgeting seems to increase. 

You’re getting close to calling it quits. ‘why don’t we play a game or something? tic-tac-toe?’

“P-Persistent little thing,” Moon growls into your headset and it’s such a reprieve from the constant rejections that you’re not even offended. You perk up slightly only to deflate at his following words. “Didn’t anyone teach you that ‘no’ means no?” 

‘no,’ you type as a response—partly in annoyance and partly just to be snarky. Moon twitches again, and then in the blink of an eye—he glitches. 

Similar to Sun, it spreads down his body in a wave and makes him jitter until he snaps back into place like a rubber band. He flexes his hands and takes a step to the side—tentative and exploratory. The window with the textbox pops out of existence and Moon gives you one final, narrowed glare before he just… leaves offscreen. Again. What the fuck?

You scrub a hand down your face and groan. You don’t expect him to return, but just in case you wait around a little and kill some time by filling out the submission form. Name, program version, strengths, encountered issues, and so on. You submit the form when you finish and roll your shoulders. Yeah, he doesn’t come back. At least there was some progress compared to yesterday. 

You end the day with a final squint at the FazPals icon and a shrug of your shoulders. Things could be worse, you suppose as you power off your computer and stare at your reflection through the dark screen of your monitor. Hopefully tomorrow brings more improvement. 

part two

[ghostgirl101]

hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

[thegoblinboy]

I’m going to toss my hand in and try something new let me know if it makes sense. Also, I wasn’t sure what to tag so I tagged a little bit of everything lol.

Gareth was on book return duty. Taking a book from the over-growing pile of books, opening the back to check when it was taken out. Before going to the persons name and stamping that they returned the book.

Moving his ringed fingers up he swooped his hair off to the side a bit. Not sure if he enjoyed the middle part yet, deciding to give up on the product and just let it fall loosely down the sides of his face.

Moving he picks up the hobbit next. Tapping his fingers to the rhythm of a Black Sabbath song. While Eddie seemed to be going through a hard core Metallica phase Gareth was enjoying the stonerish vibes of early Black Sabbath. While he preferred Ozzy, Eddie enjoyed Dio more. If the Dio shirt sewn on the back his vest said anything.

Flipping the book over, a piece of paper falls out of the book. Groaning Gareth rolls his eyes as he moves bending down and picking up the face down page that had landed itself on the carpet. Kids really needed to fucking learn how to remember to pull shit out of their books before returning them because Gareth was not going to go on a witch hunt to return shit.

Glancing down he raises a eyebrow feeling rather impressed with the drawing in front of him. Looking around he was curious to see if who ever returned this book would still be here. He moves rolling back to the desk quickly as he checks who had the book last.

Will Byers.

The kid must have forgotten to pull it out, using it as a book mark. It was a pretty sick drawing of a boy. Who after a moment or staring Gareth recognizes as Mike. He snaps his fingers as he spins in a celebratory circle of knowing who it was. It was a very detailed piece of work, a little sad as he looks closer. Noticing scratch marks from where the pencil dug into the page a little to much, leaving not only scratches but little idents as well.

He carefully folds it back up, hoping that it wasn’t to weird to be carrying around a fellow hellfire club members portrait. Gareth had heard Will also played but it seemed like he was avoiding the club.

Who knows and who fucking cares.

Gareth decides to make an acception just this once. It would be a pity if this drawing was thrown away. So he uses his library access to look up the kids locker number. Abusing his powers if you will, as the stupid thing makes a soft beeping noise as it loads up. Rolling his eyes he slams the side of the computer a little before groaning loudly when he realizes he’s only made it go much slower.

Huffing to himself he begins to work on returning the other books. Forgetting about the whole thing until he went to shut the computer off. Quickly scribbling the number down and sliding that along with the drawing as he gets ready to leave. Picking up his flannel vest and sliding it over his shoulders as he picks his bag up and starts to leave. On a mission to get this drawing slid into the locker. But his plans are forgotten as Eddie stumbles in a run, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“What the fuck Eddie!” He sounds annoyed, glaring his best resting bitch face at the other who simply grins. Softening Gareth’s reaction just a smidge as he shakes his head trying to stay annoyed with the other as he begins to close the library doors. School had been let out almost a hour ago, so why was Eddie still in the school.

“I need your help, I have this friend right. And I’m trying to get him to read the hobbit. And well he has this problem. Where he can’t see the tiny words … and read at all because the words move. I heard there were talking books. Hypothetically where would I get one of those Gare bear.” His ringed hands are clamped shut, in a sign of pleading. He’s pretty sure the guy was going to drop to his knees and start begging for his help.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he pops the library key in his pocket. Forgetting about the two papers inside as he raises a eyebrow. “You mean audiobooks?” His tone is a smidge patronizing but that was just Gareths lack of self awareness when it comes to tone.

“Yes that!” Eddie snaps his finger as he moves to wrap his arm around Gareths shoulder, slowly beginning to move him around a bit. Ignoring the uncomfortable look the other has just for a second before quickly pulling back when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry Gary, wasn’t thinking.”

“Kind of hard to do that with no brain.” Gareth says in a slightly dull tone. He was exhausted and ready to go home. Curl up in a ball and watch Voltron or something that was really easy to digest because there was no working brain cell in his head right now. Something that was very typical of him after reading so many names in one sitting.

“Oh you pain me Care Bear. You pain me so.” Eddie dramatically tosses his head back before he straightens up a bit more serious. “Though where would I find these ‘audiobooks’?” He puts quotations around the name as he does a side shuffle down the hall so he could keep looking at Gareth.

“Hawkins free library, should be a small pile. If they don’t have the hobbit then you’re going to have to read it to this person.” Gareth says, grin pulling its way to his face as he watches Eddie grow flustered.

“No can’t do that, um- okay! Thank you Sir Gare’alot, you’re character shall have many rewards if this pans out.” Eddie salutes before he’s stumbling backwards and sprinting down the halls before a teacher caught him.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he leaves the school, forgetting all about the drawing until it fell out on his bedroom floor. Pinching his eyebrows together he groans as he realizes that he was going to have to return it first thing in the morning or else it was never going to be returned.

Which he does as he fiddles with his drumsticks in one hand and carry’s the folded paper with the other. Grumbling under his breath as he realizes the boy was currently at his locker. Silently pulling books from the top shelf as he gets ready for first class. Gareth should be to but this was something he had to do, his brain was refusing to let him back out.

Sliding up against the lockers he tries to muster his best Eddie impression but instead he ends up seemingly more bitchy then before. “Think you forgot this in your library return.” He says tilting his head a little as he holds the paper out between his two fingers. Watching the shy boys eyes grow wide, face blooming red as he snatches it quickly and hides it in his locker. Hands shaking and he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

Gareth realizes now that this situation could be misread, he really should start to look out for every outcome possible as he groans. Pulling his flannel out like a drug dealer with a trench-coat. Revealing the little rainbow pin that hides itself on his belt loop. Wills shoulders relax a bit as Gareth moves awkwardly patting his back.

“It’s cool man, but Mike fucking Wheeler?” He teases with a amused smile. “Way more sheep in the sea or whatever,” he grumbles a little with a soft flush to his cheeks as he stumbles over his words with the way the other looks at him.

“Freak!” A fit of laughter is heard right before Gareth is slammed into the locker. Groaning as he glared at the guy who did it. Moving to throw his drum stick at the back of the assholes head before Will stops him. Hand barley wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Not worth it man, only going to get your stick broken.” Will says gently as he lets go of his hand before stepping back a little closing his locker door. Gareth felt so embarrassed, heart racing as he wished he could meet someone new without some asshole ruining it for him.

“So, freak huh?” Will asks gently with a soft smile. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m Zombie boy.” He awkwardly holds his hand out for the other to shake.

Gareth furrows his eyebrows before he decides the other wasn’t picking on him. Wrapping his hand around the other in a shake as he grins gently. “Sounds like we are from some marvel comic, freak and zombie boy.” He jokes. Watching the way the others eyes bright up with excitement.

The damn breaking as they both start to talk about everything and anything they can within ten minutes. Info dumping as much as possible.

So I set this up to where that it could be purely platonic greatwise with byler in the background or romantic greatwise with one sided byler. It’s up to interpretation (: for that, I just wanted Will to make a friend.

[luminouslywriting]

Hi. I just came across your blog from your domestic Brady headcanons and I must say I have immediately become a fan! Would you consider expanding on the fights/makeup sex with John Brady? Please. 🤭

Also I am now going to be going through all your writings bc I think you’re a fantastic writer!! 😘

I hope you’re doing well.

Ahh Nonny this ask had me giggling the entire time excitedly! Because I do have some thoughts on this! My requests are open so keep sending in these asks or requests :) I got a little carried away with this one—oops??

Cut for length, spice under the cut!

-So I previously said that John Brady hates to argue but LOVES makeup sex and it's always really hot. He definitely doms in that situation and enjoys being possessive and making you lose control.

-Expanding on that haha.....

-He's really not all that into conflict and I think that a really big part of him HATES even disagreeing with you about something. But if he feels really strongly about something, then he's going to stick by it and be really stubborn.

-Which is not to say that he would ever say anything out of anger—he's the type of guy who needs to take a walk and clear his head and just process things.

-Will usually apologize first, especially if he knows that he messed up

-I don't think the fights are usually over things that are really bad or serious...except for maybe one or two things

-So some of the fights that have ensued have been just a little petty

-For instance, the color of the drapes, whether or not to get a pool (he didn't want one and he lost that one), whether or not to go and socialize at the neighborhood party (wherein one of the ladies there flirted with him), etc.

-Now here's the thing....in these situations, the makeups usually go one of two ways:

He realizes that it's not worth it to fight with you about something and it's altogether likely that you're still very angry at him. So in that case, this man is forgoing the communication aspect of the relationship (for the moment anyway, you can come back to that during pillow talk lol)....and he's seducing you to get you to calm down and then you can have a talk about it.

-In this instance, he's crossing the floor quickly and beginning to just kiss down your neck

-He's playing with the hem of your dress and the straps of your bra

-Is just a general menace about it

-And is a huge tease the entire time about how you just need to behave and listen to him and learn your lesson about communication

-There might even be one or two spankings involved if you were the one in the wrong

-His entire goal going into this interaction is to make you orgasm as many times as possible so that you're so relaxed that you can talk like adults during pillow talk haha

-He's gonna make you beg for the things that you want

-It's very very hot and is a great conflict resolution for the two of you—works every single time

2. Now given the fact that he can't ALWAYS get away to think things through, sometimes you two will still be in the middle of an argument and voices might be getting a little raised and it's at this point that one of you is going to rush the other

-It's a frantic makeout with clothes being discarded quickly and is generally more rough than the other one

-It's been done against the wall, atop the piano, in the kitchen, against the grandfather clock (though don't ask me why haha), atop the credenza, and many other things

-This one includes biting and leaving hickies, back scratching, scalp and hair pulling....

-Needless to say, he loses all control in this situation and so do you. He's only a tad bit mortified the morning after when he realizes that it looks like a damn raccoon fought him and he lost and you look like he's painted your neck and inner thighs

-There will be an actual apology and conversation after this one since things got a *little* carried away

-He definitely likes to kiss your hand whenever he's apologizing for that

-Some serious fights though have been about three things (Religion and God OR it's about whether or not to have kids/if the timing is right for that OR to move for work)

-Now if it's a serious fight...I don't feel like he's the type to just have sex as a form of coping or to get you to listen or for him to think through things

-In these particular instances, it takes working through the problem and actually talking with one another (maybe over the span of several days, weeks, or even months) for things to feel healed enough for that

-And the thing is, I think he really revels and loves having physical affection, so the longer drawn out the serious arguments are, the more bad he feels about not being able to be there for you physically and emotionally

-So this is where the really soft and tender, maybe even emotional, sex would come into play

-Depending on the severity of the argument, and at what point during sex it is haha, he might even cry a little about how he just wants you to be happy and how he wants to make the marriage work

-This involves a lot of eye contact, a lot of hand holding, and just being gentle with one another and taking your time to really memorize the other person

-The aftercare is the best with this type of makeup sex and it's definitely more intimate

-Sharing a bath and cleaning one another up

-The soft spoken pillow talk accompanied with lingering kisses in the afterglow

-Showering one another in compliments and praises and reassuring one another that you love each other so much

[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - chapter thirteen

series masterlist

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon elements. poorly written smut. elements of toxic relationships. darkish happy? ending (imo). if i’m missing anything pls let me know

words: 6.6k

notes: this is it! sorry it took so damn long and is poorly edited but i hope you all enjoy. and if you don’t - i completely understand bc i think it’s kind of a let down but i usually am let down by my work 💀 also i’m terrible at endings so sorry again lol but i hope it wasn’t too bad. this has been my first ever series and i’ve learned so much about my writing in the process. thank you to each and every one of you who has read and shared and commented on pwyc - i love all of you so much and i’m so glad i was able to share this with you. i said this previously but i am more than open to writing drabbles and one shots for these guys if anyone has anything they’d like to send in and i am already planning on writing an epilogue i’m just not sure when i will. also! if you have already sent in requests just know i did receive them and am working on them - it just takes me a while to get things done if i’m not entirely inspired when i’m trying to write them lol. anywho! please let me know what you think about this last chapter - i love reading your feedback and thoughts. again - i hope you all enjoy and thank you again for reading 🥰

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You got up out of the bed and walked straight out of the room. As you opened the door and walked out into the hall, it was pitch black all around you. You didn’t know the house well enough to make much out around you but you had a vague idea of where things were and where the stairs were at least. There was no sign of him being downstairs as there were no lights on, though you thought maybe he could be down there and simply turned the lights out already.. You tried to look around the rest of the floor before having to go down the steps and were relieved to see a hint of light behind one of the doors on the opposite side of the hall.

You knew he could quite literally feel you and it only made you more upset. He knew what you were feeling and was content to only make you feel worse. It would have pissed you off if you weren’t so desperate for him. You walked to the door and only then did you notice it wasn’t shut all the way. If you were remembering correctly, this was one of the guest rooms you had seen earlier in the day. Pushing the door open, you slowly made your way inside. There you found Bucky pulling the covers back on the bed looking like he was getting ready to lay down, still not bothering to look at you. You bit your lip and took a breath before walking further into the room.

“Are you sleeping in here?” was all you could think to ask as you stared at him with a longing you were sure he felt.

“You said you needed to be alone. I’m leaving you alone. Just like you asked.” he said as he turned to face you.

“I’m not stupid, Bucky. I know you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh? And what am I doing?” he asked, moving to sit on the bed.

You couldn’t find the words to answer him, so you just looked at him with glassy eyes. You didn’t want to break first, really you didn’t. But you couldn’t take it anymore. He took your silence as a sign that the conversation was over and proceeded to lay down, turning the light off next to him as he did.

You stood there in the dark for a second before finally speaking.

“You said that you love me,”

Your voice was meek and barely audible, but you knew he heard you from the way he went rigid and the change in his breathing.

“Don’t you love me?” you asked with tears in your eyes.

It would have almost been funny the way Bucky shot up if you hadn’t been so caught up in your own despair.

Before you knew what he was doing, he pulled you to him as he sat up. With you standing before him between his legs, he turned the lights back on and then turned back to you with a serious look.

You didn’t know what he was about to say, but you knew you couldn’t take hearing anything other than his reassurances so you spoke again before he could.

“Please don’t be mean to me,” you said as you stood there, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him.

“Sweetheart. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of. More than anything or anyone.” he said as he looked into your eyes. “You’re my whole heart. Of course I love you. I’m never letting you go,” he finished as he squeezed you.

“Yeah? If you really mean that then why- why were you being so mean?” you heard yourself ask, though it was hard to believe it was really you talking. You sounded so sad and broken and you felt like a little kid.

“I needed you to see how much you need me, sweetheart. You had to see that. Had to feel what I’ve been feeling… being denied the love you're supposed to be receiving from your soulmate. What it’s like without it. You know now, yeah? It’s not just me, it’s both of us. It’s our connection. I need you just as much as you need me. And I need you more than anyone or anything,” he was soft spoken, treating you with such delicacy it was almost maddening. The switch from his earlier demeanor and attitude was near instantaneous and jarring as it always was. But his touch was soothing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking more. As if he knew what you were wanting without you saying it aloud, Bucky was pulling you onto the bed with him and before you knew it you were cuddling up to him like a lovesick puppy. And Bucky loved it.

Suddenly, it all clicked for you. You got it now. Like, really really got it. Even though it seemed like you could never pin him down, it was clear as day the reason he could so easily flip on a dime. It was you, it always had been you. This connection. His obvious fear of losing you, of being rejected by the one person who was guaranteed to love him despite everything, was the main cause of it. He couldn’t lose you and so he reacted instinctively with malice and possessiveness, though he was in a prison of his own making.

Bucky, obviously, was all in now. He couldn’t deny that he was in total love with you and you challenging that, the one thing he knows to be true about himself, had to be triggering. From your own perspective, you knew you were different around Bucky, you realized that it had to be the same for him. It’s a change you still aren’t used to and you were sure he wasn’t used to his own changes either.. But if you played your cards right, the shitty hand you had been dealt by life, you were sure you could play him just as easily, if not easier, than he had played you today. And that was an oddly comforting conclusion to come to. Though it would certainly be easier to just give in completely to your connection - to him, you weren’t sure if you could truly let it all go. It’d always be somewhere in the back of your mind - it’s not easily forgotten, no matter how much either of you may wish it would be. And you weren’t too keen on the idea of losing yourself and your will entirely just because you were soulmates. It was supposed to be an equal exchange of one’s self to the other, wasn’t it?

As little consolation as it was, you had a growing awareness that Bucky would do nearly anything if it made you happy. He would do anything for you…you could get him to do almost anything. You just had to work it the right way. And you could do that.

“I’m..I’m so sorry, Bucky” you said while your head was on his shoulder. He undoubtedly could feel the tension fading from you as you laid with him and while you spoke. “I get it now. You were right, this whole time.. you’ve been right. I just didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to accept it. I just..I’m sorry. But I think I’m seeing things clearly now,” you whispered. A part of you was worried that if you kept this up you’d start to believe yourself, but you knew that Bucky was wrong. At least in the extreme ways he acted. And the way he approached the majority, if not all, of your relationship thus far. He was just too stubborn or maybe too selfish to understand that right now. But unlike him, you wouldn’t try and force him to see things your way. You’d move a little more gently than that.

Still, you felt a tinge of guilt for how manipulative you thought you were being and yet you also felt a bit of shame for how appeasing you were at the same time. You honestly didn’t know how you truly felt in the moment.. You were still acutely aware of how you ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ feel. Maybe you did know deep down how you felt, but you weren’t open to fully embracing or accepting it. What you did know was that Bucky holding you and telling you that it was all okay was making you feel better than you had the past few days. And you knew you didn’t want him to be upset with you or hurt by you any further. Though that hurt was in truth brought on by his own actions, you couldn’t find it in yourself to knowingly continue it.

You felt you needed to quiet your mind for a moment and so you let your eyes flutter shut as Bucky’s metal arm held you and his flesh hand rubbed your back soothingly. Before you could catch yourself, you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up feeling more clear and more like yourself. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted your senses as you sat up on the bed to find that you were back in the main bedroom and the spot beside you was warm but empty. Your brows furrowed as you looked for your phone and checked the time, seeing a steaming mug on the stand where your phone laid. You made to sip some coffee, seemingly made the way you always took it, but decided against it as you didn’t want to scald your tongue on the hot brew. You got up and wandered into the bathroom, going about your typical morning routine in the still new home you found yourself in.

As you finished up and walked back into the bedroom, you were met by the sight of Bucky coming in.

“Morning, princess,” he greeted with a smile much too big for your liking at the moment as he approached his bedside table while carrying two plates of breakfast in his hands.

“Morning,” you responded almost skeptically as you sized him up. He wasn’t gonna act like yesterday just never happened, was he? Well, of course he probably was. But you still needed to finish your conversation from yesterday and he wouldn’t charm his way out of it or distract you this time.

“Lay back down,” he urged, voice soothing and expectant. The hold Bucky had over you was, frankly, obnoxious because though you stood in your spot a moment, you soon moved to his whim and sat back on the bed, reaching for the coffee as you did.

“I made pancakes,” he said as he handed you the plate and you set the mug back down to take it from him. “How’s the coffee?”

“Good,” you responded, nodding your head slightly. “Thank you.”

He took his spot back on the bed with his own plate as you stared down at yours. You weren’t sure how to approach this. The last thing you wanted to do was start another argument, but you needed to say what you needed to say.

“They’re not poisoned,” Bucky spoke from beside you as he cut into his own pancakes. You looked over at him as he shoveled a forkful into his mouth and gave you a lopsided grin before reaching over to you and cutting into the pancakes on your plate, taking a piece onto his own fork and making a show of eating it. “See?” he taunted almost cheekily. You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out or the lilting of your lips as you rolled your eyes at him.

You started eating in slow bites as you thought and didn’t notice Bucky moving in closer as you both sat in, dare you say, comfortable silence, until he took your plate from you and moved it on top of his as he leaned back over to his left side and set them on his bedside table. He was back beside you in an instant as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your temple. “This is how yesterday was supposed to go,” he muttered against your skin, giving you the perfect opportunity to bring up what you needed to.

You tried to pull away from him, wanting to look at him more directly as you started talking, but he didn’t let you out of his grasp. Instead, he pulled you more into him, causing you to turn completely and forcing you to essentially straddle him as you had nowhere else to move. You huffed as you tried to get off of him and he only held you still.

“Bucky,” you whined.

“What?” he asked as if he was doing nothing.

“Stop it. I- we need to talk..about yesterday,” you started. His grip got a little tighter around you, pulling you closer against his chest before he responded.

“We did talk,”

“No, we didn’t. Not about everything,”

His jaw clenched but you refused to let this conversation go as you held eye contact with him.

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“You know what,” you accused.

“Enlighten me,” he mused as his hands began rubbing up and down your back.

The urge to push off of him and get distance between the two of you was strong, but you fought that urge - thinking that as long as you could keep your own head on straight, the closeness would make Bucky more receptive to you.

You moved his right arm from around your back and held his hand in your own. “Please listen to me,” you urged him.

“I’m listening,” he said as he intertwined your fingers. You honestly couldn’t tell how much he was paying attention as it seemed like his mind was elsewhere, but figured you needed to just talk and see how he responded.

“I need you to hear me, Bucky. Because I mean this. You can’t ever treat me like that again. If this is gonna work, if there’s any chance of making this work, you..you have to at least be nice to me,” you started, pausing in case he had anything to say yet, but he didn’t so you continued on.

“You have to do better. You have to treat me better. And you have to be more consistent,” you spoke a little more confidently. “You’re so nice to me one second and then I say something you don’t like and the next.. I just- I can’t take the whiplash anymore. I won’t.” Bucky’s eyes looked like they had darkened as he took in your last words and though it looked like he was about to say something, you spoke again before he could.

“I’m not- I’m not threatening or saying I’m gonna leave,” you rushed out. “You just.. There’s so much happening. So much has happened. And everything is so different for me, everything is changing and I just- I guess I just need you to be patient with me..”

“You may not believe me,” he began quietly, “But I am trying. There’s a lot happening and changing with me, too, you know. This hasn’t been all sunshine and roses for me either, sweetheart.”

A sense of guilt rushed through you as he spoke. But why? You felt sorry for what you had done, but really what did you do? You didn’t let him have you when he wanted you, and that was what you felt guilty for? You shouldn’t feel sorry for respecting yourself and your feelings.

Still though, just reflecting back on the previous day you couldn’t imagine what Bucky had to be going through each time you rejected him and turned him away. But was there really any comparison between the unintentional emotional pain you caused him and the pain he had caused you? How do you even compare such things..were they even worth comparing.?

Bucky felt your hurt and continued on as you stared down at your still interlocked hands, surely looking conflicted.

“I never meant to hurt you. And I know you never meant to hurt me.”

Try as you might, you couldn’t hide your indignation at that.

“I hurt you? I hurt you?” you said in disbelief as you let go of his hand and pulled away from him. “Are you fucking serious, Bucky? Intention is kind of the big difference here, don’t you think? You say you never meant to, but fuck, you did. You absolutely did. Forget everything that happened before I got here, okay, let’s just focus on literally yesterday alone!

You used this connection against me. You were mean and hurtful and you purposely humiliated me. So don’t sit here and act like you never meant to. I never meant to hurt you, but you hurt me over and over to prove your point and you know you did.”

Bucky grabbed you as you tried to get off the bed and restrained you with your back to his chest and his arms wrapping around you.

“Stop. Stop,” he spoke in your ear as you tried to get out of his grasp. You had to calm yourself down and took a couple deep breaths as you stopped fighting against him. This was not going to plan, and you thought back to what Eva had told you again, your attitude always came out at the least opportune times (ie when you were in the midst of situations you should be deescalating).

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you tried to relax yourself in his strong grip before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. For hurting you. I didn’t- I never realized how affected you were by our connection and by my..resisting it. I didn’t know I was hurting you. I can’t say that I didn’t ever want you to hurt, especially before, but I never meant to intentionally hurt you. I couldn’t. It makes me feel illogically terrible knowing that you were ever feeling that way because of me. That you felt that way because of me. I’m sorry.” Bucky’s hold tightened around you briefly as he buried his head in your neck for a second before looking back up and tilting to kiss you. It was soft and you were feeling yourself fall weak as he held you.

“I don’t need an apology, princess,” he said.

“Well, I do,” you stated breathily. “I do. I need one.”

“Okay,” he said before placing a light kiss on your neck. “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured against your skin before he began trailing kisses along your neck.

It was sobering as he did so. Did he actually hear you at all? Did he care at all about how upsetting his behavior had been? Did it really even matter? You didn’t really care. Whether he meant it or not, you just needed to hear him say he was sorry or you didn’t think you could keep this up. Loving him was outside of your control, but you couldn’t imagine living being so angry all the time because he was incapable of taking full responsibility for his shitty actions and for being incapable of saying a simple ‘I’m sorry’, because in all reality that was the very least he could offer you. You pulled away from him and moved to turn around and face him.

“No. I need you to say it. Say you’re sorry,”

“I have,”

“No you haven’t. You’ve been trying to pacify me, you’re acting like nothing happened but I can’t. I just need to hear you apologize. Just say it - just tell me you’re sorry and I can pretend that you really are and I’ll feel better. I don’t care if you don’t mean it, okay? I don’t care if you’re lying, just say it, please,” you pleaded as tears grew in your eyes. Bucky swiftly moved to hold your face in his hands and continued to hold your gaze as he spoke.

“Listen to me,” he began seriously. “I’m not lying. I’m sorry, I really am. I’m so sorry,” the sincerity in his voice was evident and felt real as he leaned his forehead against yours. You found your arms wrapping around him as your tears started to fall. He pulled you down to lay on the mattress while he hugged you back and kissed your head, letting out a heavy sigh as he squeezed you.

“I’m sorry,” he said again as he tilted your jaw up, right hand holding your chin before he moved in and kissed you, then pulled back to wipe some of your tears away as you blinked at him. You suddenly wanted him even closer and pulled him back toward you, surprising him by catching his lips in yours. You don’t know what came over you, but it felt like you had been missing him your entire life all at once and you wanted him all around you, heart and soul consumed by your sudden need for him - stronger even than the day before. It was like just hearing him say he was sorry was a huge weight lifted off you. You couldn’t explain it, you just acted on what you were feeling, no thoughts other than Bucky.

Your lips were on his, and then on his cheek, down his throat, and all over his exposed chest. You had no inhibitions, no trepidations, and Bucky was more than on board with your sudden shift, if not just a little surprised. His hands found the hem of your sleep shirt and he pulled it off and over your head with no complaints against the action from you as he then flipped you completely onto your back, hovering over you. Your hands found his hair and you pulled him back down to you, lips crashing into his once again. You felt frenzied.

Bucky pulled away, both of you a little breathless.

“Slow down there, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“No,” was all you responded with as you pulled him back down to you.

The kiss was electric and full of passion and desire as you allowed it to grow deeper and deeper.

You all of a sudden found yourself tugging down his sweats as best you could before he pulled away and took them the rest of the way off while you tore your shorts and panties down your legs.

He returned to his position above you and made quick work of your bra, hands then fondling you as you leaned up and took his lips in yours once again.

“You okay?” he asked suddenly after breaking away once again breathless.

“‘M’fine. I just want you. Need you. Now,” you panted before pulling him down to you again.

His lips crashed with yours in another heated kiss as he lifted your leg, urging you to wrap it around him and open yourself up for him which you complied with instantly.

In one swift motion, Bucky seated himself deep inside of you, no foreplay or explicit warning. You slightly winced then moaned at the feel of him and your hands reached to wrap around his body as your nails raked down his skin. You were surprised by how wet you were for him already as you welcomed him in, your heat wrapped around his cock like a vice to keep him inside as he fucked you. Your bodies were cosmically in sync as he quickly brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your nerves were alight with the pleasure as he rocked into you and you were touching and grabbing and feeling each other like you never had before. It was sudden and animal and passion fueld and you didn’t know where it came from but you didn’t want it to stop.

His lips planting along your skin, trailing up and down, leaving bites every now and again. You soon had both legs wrapped around him as he moved inside of you - hitting every perfect spot and causing delightful friction against your clit as well.

He was breathing heavy as you were and when you began to shower him with praise, he only got more dedicated in his movements.

“That’s so good, Bucky,” you moaned. “Oh god you’re so good,” you said, earning a deep groan from him that only got you more turned on and left you feeling hotter than you had been feeling before.

“Right there, Bucky. Yes, please, please don’t stop,” you continued to beg. “I’m so close, please!” And you really were. You weren’t sure what was going on or what had come over you but you did know that you desperately needed him and wanted to feel him hitting in and out of you. You wanted to feel him come so desperately that you didn’t care how loud or needy you might have been being. You were solely focused on your need for him. You wanted to come and you wanted him to come with you.

“Fuck, baby, keep talking like that I’m not gonna last,” he moaned out.

“Don’t want you to,” you said, “Wanna come, I wanna come with you,” you whined. “Please, Bucky, I want you so badly - I can’t wait. I need it, Buck, please”

You almost screamed out when his fingers found your stimulated nub and he continued to work you over even as his hips slowed down to a deep rocking. You were sure you’d burst if he didn’t give you what you needed soon. Especially as what felt animal became slower and deeper and more sensual. You felt even closer than before as his pace ensured you felt each and every drag of his thick cock and each and every touch he left on your skin. The look in each other’s eyes was indescribable as you gazed into one another - wanting to see all you could. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion, everything.

“Tell me you love me,” he breathed raggedly as he continued to fuck into you while his thumb worked your sensitive clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through you with every move he made.

“I-“ you tried to speak but suddenly words were lost. “I love- I love you. I love you, Bucky- I love you!” you chanted repeatedly as you held onto him like your life depended on it. “Please,” you cried. “Please come with me, please.”

The grunts and groans and moans coming from him were beautiful and the look of pure pleasure that flooded his face as he reached his peak inside of you was enchanting and you were laid there, consumed completely by him as you reached your own bliss in time with his.

Bucky had come inside of you and you didn’t know you could ever feel so full as you held him to you. Settling down, he didn’t want to move you too much, as comfortable as you both were, so he gently pulled you onto your side and against him after he lowered himself down onto the mattress. “Fuck, I love you, princess. So goddamn much,” he breathed before kissing you again.

You cuddled closer to him as you regained your breathing and he kissed you up and down your neck and down to your shoulder as he held you to him. one of your legs still wrapped around him while he stayed inside of you, keeping you as full of him as he could. You both laid with each other for a while, though you were sure Bucky was ready to go again should you want as you still felt him inside of you. But before you could initiate another round, still craving more intimacy with him like your soul was wanting to try and make up for lost time, your phone started ringing on the opposite bedside table. Bucky gently removed himself from you and you gasped at the loss of him and the flood of his seed that followed. You gingerly got off the bed while Bucky turned to check your phone. It was the perfect chance to get your head back on as you could put a little distance between you and not get completely swept up by him and your heart. That didn’t really work though as you were still craving his touch and seeking his closeness. You walked to the bathroom and Bucky followed suit. You showered together and the air around the both of you just felt entirely different. It felt like a dream. He helped clean you up and after you were both done, you found yourself just standing under the water, hugging him while he held you in return as you slightly swayed against him. You felt different. He felt different. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint why.

For the first time, really, you openly wanted him. You loved him, no holds barred. And the mutual affection was almost supercharging your desire to be around one another. This was what it always should have been.

Now, it’s not like you had forgotten anything he’d done, but the stranglehold you had on it- the hold it had over you had been..alleviated? It had to be, or none of this would ever work out happily for you. If you had to let go in order to not be so angry and hurt and bitter all the time, you would. And you did. The shift was instantaneous.

It certainly wasn’t an easy thing to do, forgiving him, but you know the end. It’s you two, together. No matter what. So why should you have to suffer any more than you already have? This could be good, great even. Bucky has only been mean when you’ve pushed him away and rejected him (whether it was deserved or not - he couldn’t see the difference past his selfishness). The rest of the time, sure, he could be domineering and possessive and a bit of a cocky jackass but you could handle that. And you knew what he was capable of, but there was a dominant, innate part of you that trusted him to never take advantage of your connection the way he had before again. You weren’t really worried that he’d ever hurt you and you weren’t planning on pushing him to the point of threatening or hurting other people again. You knew he’d do whatever he had to to keep you with him and keep you his.

And you know now just how far you can push him and you’re sure you know how to get your way..for most things. You were sure there were some things he wouldn’t budge on, like say, moving you in with him, but for others, you’d test the waters and see. Though there were some things you wouldn’t budge on either and you’d have no problem fighting for. You may be more appeasing and amenable, considering how much easier it would make your life, but you weren’t a door mat. He couldn’t take over every aspect of your life and you had to make sure he knew how you felt about that.

When you two finally got out of the shower and dried off and dressed, you grabbed your phone to see it was a missed call from Eva and some text messages.

Holding you to it this time, no joke. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, you’re not gonna flake on me again!! 😤

And answer your damn phone once in a while - what if it was an emergency??

Also! I switched shifts with Max tomorrow so we’re gonna be working together again finally😍

You felt so guilty for how in the dark you were keeping your best friend, and how shitty of a friend you had been in general. Bucky obviously picked up on it and walked up behind you as you wrote a quick response.

Sorry, I was in the shower!! But no flaking this time, I promise. 💗 See you tomorrow 🥰

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked as he read your text from over your shoulder. You locked your phone and put it in your pocket as you turned to face him.

“Working,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you and you proceeded to walk around him before he caught you by the arm, pulled you into him and looked down at you.

“No you’re not,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You bit your tongue before your instinctive response could be voiced and tilted your head back to look up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage.

“I’m not?” you said, voice full of disappointment. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Why would you? You don’t need to be working anywhere anymore, princess,” he stated as his arms wrapped around you and your head hit his chest. Your hands found his and you blinked up at him.

“Okay…so I don’t need to, but.. I want to,” you said. Bucky just sucked his teeth and stared down at you a moment, and before he could respond, you spoke again.

“Please, Buck,” you coaxed sweetly, though every last bit of independence and dignity in you was fighting against you to just tell him you were going whether he wanted you to or not instead of asking him for his blessing to do so. The saying, ‘You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar’ ran through your head as you swallowed down the words you were really wanting to say. You spun around in his arms instead and reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips as your noses touched. He groaned softly and rolled his eyes before he gave in and kissed you. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss and pulled away to look at him as his hands moved down to your ass.

“That a yes?”

“Fine, but don’t think I’m not gonna have anyone there to keep an eye out,” he warned, causing you to literally bite your tongue as you held back a retort.

“Oh, I’d expect nothing less,” you said sarcastically. He lightly smacked your ass and then let you go, walking to the opposite bedside table and grabbing your plates. You took the half filled mug of now cold coffee and followed him downstairs. He placed the plates in the dishwasher after rinsing them off and then did the same with the mug after taking it from you.

You bit your lip as you watched him move around the kitchen, not exactly sure what to do then. You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Bucky’s chuckle, making your brows furrow as you refocused on him. He shook his head as he looked at you, admiring you.

“What?” you asked, suddenly feel a little self conscious.

“I- ha,” he laughed, “I don’t remember the last time I felt this happy,” he smiled, causing you to swallow hard and look down and away from him.

“Shit, don’t look so sick, sweetheart,”

Your head shot up as you found his eyes and you shook your head.

“No, I- I’m just..I,” you stuttered before taking a deep breath. “I just wish we could have started this way..ya know?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” he responded. You stared at him a moment longer and nodded your head.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you admitted.

“I have to head to the shop later tonight, but until then I really just wanna be around you,” he said as he approached you.

“You always wanna be around me,” you said with an eye roll.

“Yeah, and you and I both know the feeling is growing mutual,” he said as he gently grabbed your chin and leaned down to kiss you.

“So what are we doing, then?” you asked after pulling away. Bucky just shrugged and dropped his hands from your face, moving to lean against the counter.

“We can do whatever you want to do as long as you ask nicely,” he grinned as your jaw clenched in immediate annoyance. “Come on now, sweetheart, you’ve been hiding it so well so far,” he laughed. You huffed and gawked at him a second before replying.

“So you just enjoy testing my limits, then, is that it?” you said as you really took in his meaning. He knew what you had been doing just as well as you knew what he had been doing.

“Apparently just as much as you enjoy testing mine. Glad you finally realized I respond much better to positive reinforcement than I do negative,”

You glared at him as you clicked your tongue.

“This isn’t a very healthy relationship dynamic, you know that, right?”

“It’s working for us, though, isn’t it,” he said as he pushed off the counter and led you to the living room, pulling you onto the couch with him. He had you on his lap in an instant and attacked your neck with kisses and love bites all over again as your hands held his head. You were going to stop him, but only ended up tilting your head back further, granting him more access to you as your nails lightly raked through his hair and along his head. He flipped you onto your back in a swift move you didn’t see coming as he laid you along the couch. His lips were against your ear as he held himself up above you.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that, don’t you?” he asked sincerely.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I think I’m starting to get that, Buck,” you replied quietly, sounding nearly out of breath as you closed your eyes.

“Anything,” he repeated against your skin as he continued kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach from his position.

“I know. I know you would,” you responded again.

You thought briefly about how stupid both of you were. How fucked up everything had been and how ridiculously you both were acting. But he was right, it did seem to be working for you two. Here you were making out on his couch after having incredible sex and sharing an even more intimate shower together after essentially exploiting your dynamic. And at least you weren’t fighting. In fact, you were sure it would have settled like this one way or another. There’s no defying destiny and at the end of the day, you were soulmates. It may have been dark and mangled and out right fucked at times, but no matter what, you were meant to be together, right?. And now here you found yourself. With Bucky. Just you two. Together. Things weren’t perfect, you didn’t think they’d ever be, but you loved him. And you were tied to him. So you knew it’d have to work out somehow. This could be good. You could heal. You could both heal. You could let this be what it was always meant to be. You were meant to be together and you belonged to one another. Why keep fighting the inevitable? Why make things harder and hurt more when you could just…let yourself let go and trust that Bucky would be there to keep you. To trust that you could trust him. To just let him love you and let yourself love him fully and completely. He couldn’t hurt you again, he wouldn’t. You had to believe that. You had to believe him. It wouldn’t be all sunshine and roses, you were only human. But you knew that despite everything, you were it for Bucky and Bucky was it for you. That was unchangeable. So you stopped trying to change it.

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Disney Hades x Reader - NSFW Headcanons (Part 2)

18+ readers only, minors please dni

Despite what most think, he really is a romantic guy…or god

He’s amazing whether he’s pounding you into the sheets or making slow, sweet love to you

He really enjoys fucking you senseless tbh, but if he’s like, head over heels in love with you then he’ll want to take it slow and make love more often just to express how much he loves you

Please let him know if you’re uncomfortable during sex though

He knows sex is supposed to feel good for the both of you and doesn’t want you to be unhappy or uncomfortable during the process

However, if he’s really horny and worked up it’s kinda hard for him to stop, so you’ll need to come up with a safe word with him just in case

Btw, feel free to tease him and edge him as much as you’d like, but just know you’ll be getting the same treatment from him afterwards, it’s only fair right?

Fun fact: he flares up when he cums

You know that scene in the movie when he’s all flared up when he learns he’ll be able to take over the cosmos and goes “Yeah! Aw, Hades rules!”? Yeah, that’s what it’s like when he cums lmao

He also flares up when he’s horny in general, but it’s a lot when he reaches his climax

So yeah, if you’re susceptible to getting burnt by his flames then just be very careful when he cums lol

Speaking of cumming, he LOVES watching you cum, it really gets him going

Sometimes he’ll grab your face and make you look him in the eyes while you cum on his cock

His cum is pretty much normal, but since he’s a god (with fire powers) it may be a bigger (and warmer) load than an average mortal

As for volume, he’s not super loud during sex

I mean, it’s a lot of grunting, panting, and dirty talking from him

And he‘ll usually have his head buried into your shoulder or neck so only you can hear him

But if he’s really enjoying himself or getting close then he’ll get louder

However, if you want him to be a little louder during sex then just ask, he’ll moan like a whore for ya, babe

He loves it when you’re loud though

It lets him know he’s doing his job right and it really turns him on

Like I mentioned before he has a risky sex kink, so knowing that somebody could hear you both getting it on gets him excited

Also, if you moan his name during sex he’ll go crazy

Like it makes him soooo horny hearing his name coming out of your mouth while he fucks you

Another surprise: he’s an aftercare king

He’ll do it all: clean you, cuddle you, tell you how good you did, bring you any refreshments, he’ll even run a nice, hot bath for the both of you so you can relax

So yeah, that’s about it! This is my first time making Hades x reader content and I’ll be honest this was very self indulgent (if you didn’t already notice lol), so I hope this isn’t too ooc, but I hope you enjoyed this anyways lol!

Oh and here's the link to part one in case you missed it!

(Also here’s even more headcanons that I forgot to add here lol)

[celtic-crossbow]

Hello, its me again, the ‘’long ask anon’’ i should totally stop being na anon, i’m too chatty to only show up once in a while, but being the kind of insane anon that shows up from time to time just to ramble is my true calling.

First off i’d like to thank you for being so sweet, i’m glad you enjoyed my feedback to this degree and took time to answer my questions, i really enjoy knowing your thought process in the creation of this fic and what it might become in the future. Anyway, onto your answer.

I totally agree with you on the importance of wintertime for the group, i think its really a shame how they didn’t show us any of it, though its understandable why they didn’t show us its like, come on, winter is prime apocalypse time, even normal winter is tough as we see in the comics. But here’s the thing, Rick in the comics doesn’t really grapple with Lori’s pregnancy at all like we see Daryl do in this fic, and i think its brilliant, sure everyone else is getting it rough too but reader and Daryl are in a constant state of worry, which makes the joyful moments that much more intimate and special and its portrayed perfectly, i get the sense that in the beginning Daryl deals very well with the negative stuff, but really doesn’t know how to behave during the good times (Like Birdie’s first kick etc.) and yea, that’s the essence of Daryl, a great caretaker, kind of self sabotages tho. Poor guy.

And omg i had no idea babies were capable of that sort of stuff, like recognizing who is who even in the womb?! Kind of amazing, i can barely recognize people through phone calls nowadays lol, and the fact you based it on your own little thumper? Ugh i could die from the cuteness.

And Merle, oh well, i know he hasn’t done anything in the story and i have the sense that he will ( leave birdie alone!!!) but wherever he is i hope he’s getting his ass beat right this instant, excited for him to show up tho! He better not start messing up Daryl’s head!!! Or he’ll suffer the consequences!!! I know our reader would not let it slide. :).

And about Lori, i’m still obsessed with the Lori Reader duo, recently rewatched season 2 which has, so many Lori scenes, So many, and it only makes me like her even more in the BT universe, and you really hit the nail on the head with your interpretation of her, she truly is mainly motivated by fear but strongly adheres to her sense of right and wrong. I also love her offering Daryl advice, the fact that most of the interactions between these two in the show are hostile never sat right with me and i’m glad that she is a trustworthy figure to Daryl, enough for him to take her advice to make our reader feel better. It really is sad that the burden she carries is not the baby (ITS RICK!) and that she tries to seek in others what she can’t have is tragic, but very noble in my opinion.

Carol is our perfect angel, best cheerleader ever, she’s Always there for backup even while she is working through her pain, i imagine her pregnancy wasn’t easy on her (cause Ed) and she wouldn’t want to see any other woman struggle with it, the fact that even in the show she tries to learn from Hershel about medicine to help Lori, and sticks next to her Always, and when Hershel is out of comission starts training her C-section technique thinking of Lori, Carol has Always deserved the world honestly. And she is such a great friend in the fic as well, one thing about her is that she really has the reader’s back no matter what, so sweet.

About chapter 30

After Reading it over and over for like an hour i can say, I’M OBSESSED. Daryl??? So cute??? Omg the fluff had me rotating in my room like a rotisserie chicken , You’ve done it again, It really shows that at this time Daryl is aprehensive, but still so in love with Birdie from moment one, that the first thing he does after making sure everything is ok is to make himself presentable for his daughter,OMGGGG, that he doesn’t really want her to see all of him yet and has to trust that his little Bird will accept him as he is (and she Always will!!) is just peak fluff to me, but also sad that it makes me think that he’s Always been afraid of his father, so much so that he believed it would be the first thing she would feel towards him too. I’m enjoying the hell out of the scenes of them both just hanging out and being cute with her and seeing as Daryl gains more confidence as the chapter progresses, when he realizes Birdie loves him as well, when they both hold onto each other, maybe i’m wrong but in my interpretation that’s when Daryl gained the confidence he needed to think of a name for her (who knows, maybe i’m dead wrong, but that’s how i interpreted his silence) And Carol too, being emotional over Birdie makes me wanna scream, what a bittersweet moment it must have been for her, i just know she’ll be the best aunt ever.

This chapter has really entered a new territory of Daryl’s development in my eyes, now that he is so passionate about birdie, he’s already trying to show service for her and reader in a way, i just know that serving his Family and making sure they are happy will be so good for him in the long term, he’s got it all to be happy now. And i’m eating it up.

Anyway, a Thousand words again who would’ve though, no objective analysis this time, just rambling non-stop, being an overly-chatty anon is my true calling fr.

The fact that some random person out there in the world can write more than a Thousand words about your work must make any author proud tho, so i sincerely hope its the same for you, from what i’ve read through it seems you’ve been having a few Hard days, so i hope to make it even a little better with my feedback and appreciation, better days will come for all of us even if the world is an ugly place right now, we still have beautiful things to look foward to and to keep working towards.

About the fanart i cited in the last text, it does indeed exist. Now it does .      

                              https://imgur.com/a/t9VdHC4

Since my last ask i’ve challenged myself to have it more or less ready by the time the next chapter was here, and though its not anything impressive i took a little of my day to work on it every day, i hope you enjoy knowing that ( and since copying and pasting a link from any anon is not safe, i recomment pasting it to VirusTotal if you feel the need, and i don't really know if the anon mode just gets rid of them completely, if yes let me know and i'll find another way to get it to you after i get over my embarrassment)

Bye bye <3

Okay! As you saw, I got a little distracted from doing this. Also, if my post affected you negatively in any way, I'd like to apologize to you too. It was in poor taste regardless of my intentions. I am so sorry. I really wish we could have seen more about their survival. What we saw, they were always on foot and barely had food. Well, we will get to that soon. Daryl is scared shitless but there's just that bond that was formed while reader was pregnant. That's his baby girl. And he's already wrapped around that tiny finger. I absolutely cannot WAIT to bring Merle into the mix. It might be a little different as far as timeline but it will be at the prison. So we have a ways to go. But it will be interesting. Oh, the plans I have!

Lori will play a more pivotal role in the next couple of chapters. Daryl is going hunting. Reader is alone with Birdie. "HELP!" I feel like Lori would have gotten along with Daryl if she didn't have so much on her plate and could really see him. Yeah, he could be an asshole but he was hiding behind his walls, deflecting. She just had way too much going on, no time to offer that chance. Well, goddamnit, I'm giving her that chance. I want to delve into the problems with her and Rick a little more too, with reader involved. Daryl is going to be a helicopter parent, absolutely no doubt. I think he will be more in tune with her feelings and how to handle them because he didn't have that growing up. He'll know the cues of anger or sadness. And she's his daughter. -squeal- I can't wait to write more of daddy Daryl and little Birdie.

I'm not sure if you noticed but at first, it was always reader suggesting the names and he stayed quiet other than to say nah. But every time he had Birdie, she had her little bird blanket. However, he's going to give an explanation of her name in the next chapter. He was too damn sleepy in this one, lol. Carol is my warrior queen! Forever and always! There will be a bond there that is unlike any other. Not just because of losing Sophia but because Carol has found best friends in Daryl (well, it's a work in progress, lol ) and reader. So Birdie is a product of two of the most important people in her life. She will absolutely fight tooth and nail, savagely to protect her.

I need to be careful or I'm going to spoil so much! But I love getting the chance to talk about it like this! Just to explore the thought process and where it's headed without too much detail, I hope.

OKAY. THAT ART. OMFG. I screeched, even half asleep! When I woke up properly, I was just in awe. It is SO beautiful and I would love to add it to the series Masterlist and share if you are comfortable with that. I mean I realize the link is right up there but I want it to be seen every single time someone goes to see the chapters. I cannot say thank you enough for that. It is GORGEOUS. Perfect. And captures them so well. My three favorite things are reader with the vest and that belly, Daryl holding onto her leg, and Caryl hovering in the background! But I also LOVE that you included the truck! Everything about it is just perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect! My heart was just so full. Thank you so much. 🩵🩵🩵🩵

[jinhyun]

—walk of shame.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader (ft. seo changbin)

genre: pining, unrequited love, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 2.7k

summary: waking up next to changbin didn't seem so bad, until you remembered who his roommate was.

warnings: mentions of sex (minors dni!!)

a/n: helloo, this is part ten of my social media au "watercolor"! it wasn't supposed to be a written part but i realised this way would be better when it came to showing what actually went on lol. i hope you guys enjoy and please let me know your thoughts!!

You had only experienced the walk of shame once in your life.

It was back in the first year of college — a month before you met Hyunjin, and two months after breaking up with your ex. You could not remember the guy's name or his major to save your life, but you did remember two very crucial details: one, he was the first guy you had been with after your breakup, and, two, the knowing looks his roommates gave you the morning after when you walked out of his room and bumped into them on your way out. 

You remembered how embarrassed you had been, and how your first reaction had been to greet them with a polite bow before you rushed to the door and never looked back.

Now, however, one year later, you had managed to somehow find yourself in a similar situation, only so, so much worse. For not only were you in the dorm of people from your same group of friends, but it just so happened to be the very same dorm the guy you had feelings for lived in.

You had not intended to spend the night, it just happened. 

You would never admit it to anyone —well, to anyone who wasn't Chaeryeong—, but all the time you had abstained yourself from being with anyone who wasn't Hyunjin, as sad and delusional as that was considering he never showed the slightest interest in you, had ended up backfiring on you.

Changbin made sure to show you what you had been missing for the past year, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't want more, but that didn't change the fact that you were completely worn out by the end of the night. So much that you dozed off before you could tell. And Changbin just let you, smiling over how cute you looked and properly tucking you in before he went to sleep as well.

Waking up next to him, you tried to push all the memories from the previous night as you —quietly— rushed to pick up your clothes that were messily lying on the floor and to get dressed, grabbing your phone in the process and cursing at the time, as you had forgotten to set your alarm for your first class. To be fair, it wasn't that late, only 9:00, but it only left you with less than an hour to make it home and take a much needed shower so you could make it through the day.

Writing a quick text to Chae letting her know you were alright and would be home shortly, you shoved your phone into the pocket of your jeans, tucking your t-shirt into them as you went up to the small mirror stuck to the bedroom's wall so you could fix your hair and make yourself as presentable as possible.

Looking at Changbin still sound asleep in his bed, you couldn't help but smile, finally allowing the images from last night to flood your mind as you stared at his messy hair and then into his slightly parted lips — the very ones that had been sucking on all the right places the night before. 

You were happy with the decision you had made. 

Minho and Chaeryeong were right, not everything had to be that deep. You could have feelings for Hyunjin and still have casual, meaningless sex with other people. After all, it was not like he even cared — that you had learned the hard way.

Deciding to let Bin sleep until later that day, you tiptoed your way outside his bedroom as quietly as you could, trying your best not to wake up his roommates in the process and leave no traces of you ever being there.

Of course, you were not blessed with such luck.

The moment you turned around after having closed the door behind you, you were met with two pairs of eyes staring at you from the small open kitchen — one pair that belonged to Seungmin, and the other, much to your despair, to Hyunjin.

"Y/N, hey" Seungmin greeted with a smile, motioning for you to come up to them. "Didn't know you spent the night".

Your face burned up instantly, slightly lowering your head as you slowly walked up to them.

It was fair to say that marked the second walk of shame you had experienced. Now in front of both the guy you had feelings for and one of your classmates.

You wished it was the last one.

"Hey…" you greeted shyly, standing opposite to them from the table they were having breakfast in. "Yeah, I didn't… didn't plan to…"

Seungmin nodded, not really wanting to dig up any further on your one night stand with his friend and just like that letting you know so.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, remained silent. You weren't sure he had looked at you at all — his eyes were too focused on the half empty bowl of cereal he kept mindlessly stirring with his spoon. 

A part of you was thankful, though. After last night's incident, and with you coming out of his friend's bedroom this morning, you were too ashamed to look him in the eye and needed to regain some confidence before you were able to.

"You want some breakfast?" Min's offer brought your eyes back to him. "Mr. Kang's class begins in less than an hour, we could walk there together".

"It's okay, thank you" you smiled politely. "I should go back to my place so I can take a shower and… get ready…"

"You sure?" he asked.

"Mhm…" you nodded, eyes unconsciously travelling to Hyunjin, who was finishing his cereal, before they went back to Seungmin. "I'll see you in class".

"I'll walk with you" Hyunjin's voice caught you off guard just as you turned around.

"Huh?"

"I'll go with you," he repeated, standing up and placing the empty bowl on the sink before he walked over to you. "Your dorm is on the way to the dance studio and I want to get some morning practice before Mrs. Shin's class, so…"

"Oh, okay…" you mumbled.

Waiting for him to grab his bag, you couldn't help but let your eyes check him out — his long hair looked tidy enough to let you know he had brushed it, yet messy enough to point out he had been running his hand through it a couple of times that morning. He was wearing a loose black t-shirt and sweatpants, not having tried at all that day considering he would be dancing around for most of it, and even then you found your breath being caught in your throat over how goddamn handsome he looked to you.

You quietly followed after him as he walked over to the door and held it open for you to go out their place first, thanking him with a small bow before you looked back to wave goodbye to Seungmin, who had just poured himself another bowl of cereal.  "See you later, Min!"

"See you," he answered as you crossed the door, later giving Hyunjin a judging look. "Behave, Hwang".

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, following right after you and closing the door behind him. "Bye, Kim".

—-—-—-—-—-—♡

Hyunjin didn't know what he was feeling. He hadn't got a clue of what was going on both in his head and his heart ever since he saw you with Changbin back in the club a couple of days ago. 

So far, he only knew he didn't like to see the two of you together. Even when both you and Changbin had said it meant nothing. He hated it.

Last night, when Felix had mentioned you were probably in Bin's room finishing what you couldn't the other day, he felt his legs react before he could even take in what was going on. He didn't know why he was rushing back to his dorm, nor did he know what he would do once he was actually there.

He just knew he wanted to stop you from sleeping with his friend. And he would do it every single time if it was possible.

He had entered the place quietly — keys in his hands jingling together as he could not stop them from trembling. A part of him had hoped you would be in the living room, so that he could just walk in and interrupt whatever it was the two of you were up to. But you were not. And, as he looked around, he started to regret coming all the way over here altogether.

The door to Changbin's bedroom remained closed and the place was silent. He wanted to believe you were already gone, or better yet, that you had not shown up to begin with.

That thought alone left him standing there not knowing what to do. He should probably go back to the dance studio. After all, he had ditched practice over a rushed reaction he had not managed to fight against.

Letting out a sigh as his mind finally became clear again, he walked to his room so he could grab a new water bottle apart from the one that was kept inside the bag he had left back at the dance studio. Even though he had ran all the way here for no reason at all, he had to show Felix the opposite — he had told him he forgot his oh-so-precious bottle back at his dorm after all.

The moment he passed by Changbin's room, however, Hyunjin was stopped in his tracks by the muffled sounds coming from inside. Sounds he was not supposed to hear at all, and which were only heard near the entrance of the room.

Sounds he could tell were coming from you.

Petrified at the realisation, he let the keys slip through his fingers, falling flat on the floor with a loud thud. Just like that, the muffled moans stopped and he kneeled down to pick the keys up.

"Who's there?" Changbing asked after a couple of seconds.

Hyunjin cleared his throat as he nervously stood back up. "I-It's me…"

"Seungmin-ah?"

"Hyunjin," he clarified with a roll of eyes, dreading the silence that followed right after. 

"You're leaving?" 

"Uh, yeah…" he stumbled back. "I forgot my gym bag back here, just came to get it, you guys… keep…"

He cut himself off mid-sentence, shaking his head as he cringed to himself and rushed out of there. He would just have to get a bottle of water on his way back to the dance studio so he wouldn't have to deal with Felix's knowing smirk later on. And on top of that he could now only hope he and Changbin wouldn't talk about him going back there, because the stories would most definitely not add up.

Gym bag. Great.

Not like that was what he was beating himself up over as he made it out of the building, though. He had come all the way here in hopes to stop you and Changbin from being together in any possible way, and what did he do the moment he got the chance to actually interrupt you? He told you to keep going. To keep going, for fucks sake. In the weakest, shakiest of voices while at it.

Practice had been absolute shit after that to say the least. He was still shaken up over what he had heard inside Changbin's room, and he could not seem to think of anything other than the fact that you were in there with him. Having to deal with his roommates hooking up in their shared dorm was no news to him, and other than being annoyed over not being able to sleep, he had never felt the way he was feeling right now. He wouldn't say he was upset, there was no reason for him to be… but he did feel uneasy now that it was you the one involved with one of his friends.

And now, as the day was just getting started and he walked next to you towards your dorm… now that it was finally just the two of you in the rather isolated streets of campus, the uneasiness  he had been feeling up until that moment had suddenly turned into something he had not quite felt before, not when it came to you.

Tension.

Staring you down just as you ran a hand through your hair, he was hit with the memory of the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth the night before — those sounds that had been caused by Changbin, and Hyunjin had now found himself wishing it was him the one to drag them out of your lips.

He shook his head as soon as that last thought invaded his mind. The lack of sleep was really getting to his head that morning.

"You okay?" your voice snapped him out of it.

"Hm?"

"You seem a bit distracted…" 

"I'm okay…" he shook it off. "Just… didn't get much sleep, I guess".

"Mrs. Shin is going too hard on you?" you wondered. "Chae has been a bit stressed out too this week".

Hyunjin shook his head no, a breathy laugh making its way out of his lips. He was stressed out, yes, but not precisely because of his major.

"Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt her to go a little easier on us" he played along nevertheless.

A small laugh escaped your mouth, missing the way a soft smile parted Hyunjin's lips as you looked down.

Looking back up and locking eyes with him, you stopped walking, watching his eyebrows furrow in confusion as you took a step back from him and in another direction.

"My dorm is that way, so…" you pointed towards your right, somehow that being your awkward way of starting to say goodbye.

"I can walk you there" he proposed.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "It's only at the end of the alley, though…"

Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement before he started walking in the direction you needed to go. "I'm not in that much of a rush".

Staying behind for a second, you smiled — loving the attention you were getting from him that day. You wished the circumstances were different, though, with you not wearing the exact same clothes you had worn the day before and not even having had the chance to wash your face before leaving their place.

"Actually, I… um…" he began once you were back to his side. "Wanted to say sorry, I guess".

Your eyebrows knitted together, not understanding where he was coming from. "What for?"

"For, you know… interrupting you guys last night… " he mumbled, and you almost choked on air, shaking your head immediately for him to stop talking. "I wasn't expecting you—I mean, I didn't… know…"

"It's okay," you cut him off when he didn't seem to get the memo, offering him a shy smile. "Let's not talk about it anymore".

"Okay," he chuckled. God knows he didn't want to talk about it anymore either. "I kinda missed you at practice, though".

Your heart skipped a beat at his sudden confession. "Y-You did?"

"Mhm…" he nodded.

He had been looking at Chaeryeong's side of the dance studio every two minutes in hopes of you magically showing up next to her, and that alone said a lot.

He was being genuine, and although you found it hard to believe, you could tell he was.

"We never really talk when I go there, though…"

"I know, but… still" he shrugged. "I don't know, felt like something was missing".

"Something?" you pushed it.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, not being able to hold back the smile that was already curving up the corners of his mouth. "Someone".

"That's good to know" you smirked.

"Don't let it get to your head, though".

"It won't, don't worry" you chuckled, stopping by the entrance of your building and glancing behind you to let him know what he already knew. "Well, um... thanks for walking me the extra couple of meters".

Hyunjin laughed, tauntingly squinting his eyes at you. "Just say thank you and go".

"I already did say thank you!" you reminded him with a laugh of your own.

"Right," he shyly admitted. "I'll um... see you around?"

You nodded. "I'll go to the next practice so you don't miss me too much".

Rolling his eyes in feigned annoyance as his smile showed the opposite, he motioned for you to get inside already. "What happened to not letting it get to your head?"

"One time won't hurt anyone".

"Mhm..." he sarcastically played along. "Go inside before you're late for your class".

"You sure you won't miss me too much?"

"Oh my God, go!" he threw his head back in defeat, letting out a whine that was mixed with a loud laugh.

Not being able to contain your own laughter, you managed to blurt out a quick 'bye' before you rushed inside, leaving Hyunjin to wonder how come it was so easy for you to turn the most awkward of situations into a very comfortable one where both of you couldn't stop laughing.

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[paper-lilypie]

Hi hello hi could you give some writing tips/advice? (If it's not too much to ask of course ^_^) Especially with multi chaptered story planning? I'm in awe of your skills I'd love to learn how you do it :O

ooooh sure Monnie :)

uh I’m not really the best at planning multi-chaptered junk. I try my best lol, so I can only offer what works for me, somewhat.

Advice? Umm

Write down any idea you get IMMEDIATELY. You think you’ll remember later. You won’t. Get that Notes app out and WRITE. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to do this while walking to class, grocery shopping or hanging out with family. (If you’re driving, try to associate your idea with a key word, then don’t forget the key word. When you bring it up again, you should be able to remember your earlier thoughts.)

Jot down plot beats aka What You Want to Happen. I like to write down the things I’d love to see happen in the story before any kind of planning. For example, I always knew I wanted Y/N to find Sun and Moon at the junkyard. It was the first thing i ever wrote down, and I wrote the story around that. :) The list doesn’t have to be eloquent, it just has to be readable and easy to understand so you know what to interpret later.

Outlines aren’t supposed to be pretty and neat. They’re there to help put things in a cohesive narrative. The order of events, if you will. If your outline is simply:

- Wake up

- Meet friends at bus station.

- Cute new guy at school.

- Partners in project. Shock!! Chapter Ends.

Then that’s fine. It’s supposed to serve you and you alone. The rest will come when writing your draft.

Feel free to change your story anytime you want. It guarantees a final story you’re most satisfied with. I’m currently on CCRT’s fifth outline. There’s some stuff I’m good with and others I KNOW i want to go back to and re-workshop. Don’t stress, that’s the fun of it: getting to ask “but what if…?” Again and again until you’re happy with the results. Your readers will appreciate it tenfold. As an example, here’s the outline for Chapter Three: (you’ll see some details crossed out or that didn’t make it in)

The published result is much more detailed, right? Feel free to prepare as messy as you want. I promise y’all the first outline looked NOTHING like this sbshshs

Write at your pace. The world can wait. Writing the story is a treat you gift yourself and allow others to enjoy. Don’t let anything deprave you of the joy of the meticulous process. If they can’t wait, they’ll learn to or walk away, and in the end, who’s really losing here?

Go crazy, go stupid, go batshit. WRITE WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!! SELF INDULGE!! ITS YOUR STORY!! AT YOUR PACE!! IN YOUR STYLE!! YOUR WAY!! OWN IT AND LET GO!!

and yeah these are the things I can think off the top of my head lol. repeating these in my head like a mantra help.

Multi-chaptered stories may seem too Big or Ambitious to tackle and it can intimidate sometimes. Take it one step at a time. You’ll get to where you want eventually. Enjoy it.

ending this a bit abruptly but uh

Hope this helped? Feel free to ask for anything else!

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hey can I asl for a Bg3 match up? :D

Gender:Male

Pronouns:He/him and they/them

Sexuality: Gay

Race: High elf

Class: he's multiclass Wizard and Bard

D&d alignment: Chaotic neutral

Appearance: Red-ish hair with some light "graying" its more caramelly but like graying anyways, he has heterochromia, his right eye is brown snd left one is light brown. He's dresses very eccentricly and likes wearing long robes with the main colors being dark blue and a magentay red and lots lots lots of jewelry, he's around 170cm or 5'7 ish

Personality: Confident, creative, definetly a problem solver, aloof from time to time, extremely emotional has not know a day of peace with how many emotions his tiny smooth brain can hold. They're wise but the intelligence department is lacking a little tiny winy bit, his brain only retains fun facts and obscure knowledge.

Likes: Cats, pigeons, plants, herbs, herbal tea, coffee, sweets and lots of em, owning books without reading them and obscure spells.

Dislikes: Crowds, loud people, shoes are the bane of his existence, spicy food, silver as a color, his own ears and paper that's thin enough to see through.

Extra fun facts: He has stage fright which is why he has to know how to do other types of magic too, he's befriended every cat he's met and the mf grins like the cat who got the cream all the time... even when he shouldn't even be smiling, he gets into trouble for that.

I hope I did that right :) Have a nice day/night and tha k you :D

I love how sweet all of you guys are in my Asks. I should be the one apologizing cause I have so many accidental spelling mistakes, lol.

~~~~~ MATCH UP ~~~~~

Anon I love your character 10/10. Whether they are a representation of you or not, I love them! I match you with-------

Gale Dekarios

This ticking time bomb of a man (Literally, man is a bomb) loves your comedic sense and the fact he can relate to a true connoisseur of Magic. It's like the Weave made you two for one another.

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Gale loves your shows when you perform; watching you use the Weave and your other talents impresses him greatly.

He has no problem helping you reconnect with the Weave if you struggle with a spell. (We all know the scene I am thinking of 0.0)

Gale enjoys learning your fun facts and feels like it connects him to you better. It also helps him keep up with what interests you.

Gale hesitates to start walking around shoelessly with you; however, when you two are in his tower, he doesn't mind humoring you.

Gale knew you were the one when Tara accepted you right away.

Correction: Gale knew you were the one when you and Tara ganged up on him and decided your new pastime was picking on him.

(I Wonder if it's just my dialogue scenes or everyone else's, but Gale also has an issue with smiling 24/7, even if there's something horrible going on. Like using runepowder to murder the whole Underdark on accident)

Gale loves to 'borrow' from your book collection to help you continue learning about the Weave.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You stood atop the ruined stage at the fairgrounds, decrepit since you guys got rid of the imposters. Your group decided to set up camp here while waiting out at the location of the Nether Brain. As you began practicing the magic show you used to perform before the parasite, a lone Wizard stood by on watch. Gale loved watching you enjoy yourself; nothing set his heart more alight than watching you learn and process things.

Conjuring up a seat, he continued watching as you cast a fireball, quickly switching to an iceblast and causing an explosion similar to a firework. As you continued step by step, you could feel someone's eyes on you. Becoming more meticulous with your casts, you started to lose connection to the Weave. Noticing this, Gale smiled and began to walk over to you. "My dear, what seems to be the matter?" You look to Gale and sigh, frustrated that you forgot such a basic routine due to stage fright. Gale shook his head then stood behind you, "Close your eyes love and follow Mystras guidance, let the Weave move you, forget any eyes on you just flow with the Weave."

You closed your eyes, noting Gale was moving around you now. As you started the basic incantation for a mage hand, you were pulled out of your trance by a swift peck on the cheek from the Wizard before you. Shooting your eyes open, you turn to him with a smug smirk. "Rule number one, don't become distracted, Rule number two, stop looking so handsome while you focus."

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(Tara and you were lounging about in the sun on the balcony of Waterdeep Tower. As you two were resting, a grumpy Gale appeared)

Gale: I woke up from my nap to find my lover and cat gone.

(Tara raises her head slightly, yawning)

Tara: Hmmm, it seems I am more critical to your elf than you are, Mr. Dekarios.

(Gale stands there in shock; before he can turn on his heel, he hears Y/N speak)

Y/N: On a scale of one to ten, Tara, how funny was his face? Be honest with me.

(Gale didn't even have to turn around to know you had a giant smile on your face)

[sincerely-astra]

Hiii <3

can i request Garnet with a s/o who uses ASL? like they can hear it's just their first/home language lol

☁️Garnet x reader who uses ASL☁️

As someone learning ASL, this request got me so excited! :)

Garnet first met you in a party supply store, Garnet getting party decorations for Steven's birthday party.

You were trying your best to communicate with the cashier, trying to return an item you had accidentally bought the day prior, but no matter what you did the cashier was still left utterly confused.

Nonetheless, you continued trying to communicate with them even over their growing frustrations. They kept asking for you to, "Just tell me what you want!" Refusing to look at any note you wrote to them.

The tension kept rising as the cashier was about to kick you out, thankfully though, Garnet was there just in time to stop a potential fight.

She stopped the cashier mid sentence and turned to you, calmly asking, "What excatly do you need?" Then quickly taking the note you handed to her, reading it, and turning back to the cashier.

"They are looking to return this item."

And after one frustrated grumble later, you managed to get your money back! ...In store credit-

A win is a win you suppose.

Garnet led you out of the store, having bought her supplies while the cashier processed the return.

The automatic doors closed behind you two, and you turned to face Garnet, signing, "Thank you!" And although Garnet didn't understand what the sign meant, she replied with a, "No problem." Before walking off to the temple.

After that, you hadn't seen eachother for a while. Garnet had missions, and you had life to deal with.

Garnet being busy didn't stop her from thinking about you though, infact, your interactions intrigued her. Of course, she's met deaf and hard of hearing people before, but something about you stuck out to her...

...

Maybe, it's because she thought you were cute.

When she came to this revelation, she thought it was as good as a time if any to learn ASL.

' It's an important skill. ' She tried to rationalize, just a tad in denial.

When you guys met again, this time at the Big Donut, you can only imagine your suprise when you asked Garnet about her day in ASL, and she signed back-

You were rightfully ecstatic!

Only a few people in Beach City knew ASL, so it was nice to actually be able to communicate with someone else. Not to mention, Garnet was a fast learner too!

You rapidly signed back to Garnet, asking when she learnt ASL and if there was anything like sign language for gems.

Garnet and you grew expectionally close in one afternoon.

From then on, you would visit the temple to hang out with Garnet. This, of course, meant you met the other gems, Steven, and eventually Connie, you all got along well though.

Steven and Amethyst love to go on adventures with you, Pearl enjoys having you help out around the temple, and Connie is actually learning ASL from you.

You make sure to reserve some time with Garnet too amid the shenanigans.

As Garnet grew closer to you, it was getting harder and harder to deny her feelings for you. The inner Ruby and Sapphire in her were urging for Garnet to confess to you, in the most cheesy ways possible...

Garnet knew how she'd confess to you, and she didn't even need future vision for it.

Garnet invited you to go on patrol with her during the evening, which was really just strolling on the beach.

And as the sun set hit the tide, the temple back in the distance, Garnet turned to you and signed, "I love you." A simple gesture, but something she really hope you would love.

How could you say no to that???

You guys were now officially dating, And Garnet is absolutely in love. Ruby and Sapphire are not helping, as they urge her to hurry up and get a ring-

Garnet loves to get you any kind of ASL related thing she can find, shirts, mugs, pins, bumper stickers, all of it.

She also teaches the Crystal Gems (minus Pearl) ASL so they can communicate easier with you.

It was while you were dating that you told Garnet why you use ASL and it's cultural significance to you, which she is extremely supportive of. It really doesn't matter if you can or can't hear, she loves you for you.

And if you want to open up about your voice and actually speaking, then she's more than happy to help you. Definitely makes sure you are completely comfortable with it and makes sure you won't push yourself too hard, she doesn't want you to feel forced to do anything.

The first time Garnet heard your voice her jaw dropped, her thought process was literally, ' How can someone be so perfect? '

Loves your voice, 10/10, would 100% listen to it again, only if you want to though.

It really doesn't matter how often she uses her future vision, you always leave her breathless.

God help any bullies that try and mess with you, Garnet is not having it. She might seem calm, cool, and collected, but inside, she is seething.

How can they bully someone for such an arbitrary thing like using another language??

Personal bodyguard Garnet❤️💙

Now, when Garnet unfuses and you get to meet Sapphire and Ruby, you best believe they are all over you.

Ruby is determined to learn ASL from you and no one else!

Sapphire is just giddy to meet the person Garnet loves so much. She would also love to learn ASL too though.

Ruby and Sapphire would practice with eachother and go on dates while only communicating in ASL-

Garnet would also love to meet your family if you'd let her, being able to see your family and culture is definitely on her bucket list.

Sorry that this is so long, I just love Garnet-

[spine-buster]

That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Chapter 1

gif credit @/joeydaccord

A/N: I’m so happy that the prologue of this story got such a positive response in terms of notes!  As always, thank you for liking and reblogging -- I love reading your reactions, especially your tags LOL.  The more we learn about Sorcha, the more canon questions you can ask!  Hope you enjoy Chapter 1!

Nate’s mom had made the cardinal sin: she accidentally let it slip that he was already back in town, breaking his cover.  She told one friend, who told his other friends, and soon, his phone was blowing up like fireworks on the fourth of July.  It was constantly buzzing and making sounds – so much so he had to turn it on silent.  He waited one day longer before answering anybody.  Then and only then did he confirm that he was in town and make tentative plans.

Things were still on his mind about the playoffs, and about how he’d come up short on his goal.  He’d finally found the courage to tune into a few games, but when he did, he found himself turning off the TV after only five minutes.  Clearly, he still wasn’t over it.  Despite some time passing, it still stung.  To see his peers still playing, working towards the ultimate goal…he didn’t like it.  He wanted it to be him instead.  He wasn’t scared to admit that.  He wasn’t necessarily jealous of them, but he definitely resented the situation.  It made the feeling of disappointment increase tenfold.

Plus, there was a new situation at hand too, even though it shouldn’t even be a situation.  Ever since he wandered alone through the streets of downtown, he couldn’t stop thinking about the incident at the café and what an idiot he’d been.  The girl was nice enough about it, but it stayed on his mind regardless.  He was still sure he knew her from somewhere.  The curly hair especially.  Plus, her voice sounded too familiar for him to not know her from somewhere.  But he digressed, and let it go…or at least tried to.

Until he thought of something.

His friends wanted to go out for lunch.  And she was clearly a regular at that café.

What if he showed up again?  And what if he remembered?

***

Nate had some friends since childhood; he had some friends he made in high school, which slightly overlapped with his junior buddies, since he was lucky enough to play for the Mooseheads; and he had some pro hockey buddies he’d see on and off, depending on where they were living or where they were going to be at any given point in time.  Each group had a unique influence on him and how his personality developed.  Each group helped him grow in some way.

This afternoon, he was meeting with his mix of high school friends and junior buddies – Alex Kehoe, one of his best friends from high school (and the reason he passed his math classes); Lucas Garcia, another one of his best friends from high school (and the reason he passed his science classes); and Noah Davis, a teammate from the Mooseheads who now worked as a real estate agent in Halifax.  When he met them in the parking lot downtown that they’d agreed on, Nate noticed one more person walking with Lucas and Noah from behind Alex, who was rushing towards him.  He recognized the extra almost immediately as Shane Johnson, Noah’s cousin.  Nate remembered Shane – he remembered how Shane was basically his cousin’s shadow, following him everywhere and hanging on to him desperately.  He’d show up at every Mooseheads home game and try to get in the locker room, name dropping that he was Noah’s cousin (as if that meant anything, or could get him anywhere).  At school, he would brag about his connections and ‘in’ with all the popular hockey guys, raising his profile in the process.  Some kids at school even thought he was part of the team, which he absolutely adored because it was his dream anyway.  Since high school, he hadn’t really done much.  Nathan hadn’t heard anything spectacular about him whenever he asked.  Noah didn’t even particularly update Nate, even though Shane was sort of always around in the peripheral of their friendship.  Nate had to admit to himself that he was kind of annoying, but knew he’d had to put up with him for at least lunch.

“Well well well, look who it is!” Alex called out from across the parking lot, his voice booming despite the hustle and bustle of the downtown core.  “If it isn’t the man himself!”

Nate couldn’t help but smile at Alex deliberately not screaming his name out.  Alex knew better.  Alex had been with Nate one too many times as they were trying to eat but people kept approaching for autographs or selfies, leaving them unable to have a true conversation.  Alex knew Nate valued privacy when he was out with his friends and family.  “If it isn’t the duuuuude himself,” he said equally as loudly, extending his arms out so they could hug.  “Good to see you, bro.”

“You get enough alone time?” he asked as they hugged, in a voice much quieter than before.  Nate shrugged his shoulders, as if to say he didn’t know, because he really didn’t.  “Your mom accidentally let it slip to Noah.”

“I know,” Nate nodded.  “It’s alright.  This’ll be good.”

“Sorry about Shane, too,” Alex said, looking back quickly to see how close the rest of the guys were.  “We won’t really be able to catch up with him here.  He wouldn’t let up about coming once he heard the news, and you know how Noah can’t say no.  But I promise we’ll talk after.  Alone.”

Nate nodded, appreciating Alex completely.  There was a reason Alex Kehoe was his best friend, and this was it.  “Yeah, we’re gonna have to do that – thanks.”

“If it isn’t Naaathan MacKinnon,” Shane yelled, raising his arms in the air.  Alex and Nate gave each other a look.  Nate didn’t understand why Shane was greeting him like a long-lost friend, since they were barely friends.  “How ya doin’, buddy?”

Nate didn’t get a chance to answer him – and didn’t take it, either – because Lucas went in for a hug, as did Noah.  Nate didn’t bother to reach into Shane.  “Where we going for lunch?” Lucas asked, posing the question to everyone.

“What about—”

“I found this new place,” Nate interrupted Noah quickly, not letting anybody else get a word in edgewise.  He didn’t want to hear any other suggestions.  He knew where he wanted to go and wasn’t going to let his friends derail his plan.  “Follow me.”

As the group walked through the streets of downtown Halifax, the group talked amongst themselves, with the guys hanging on Nate’s every word.  There wasn’t any serious conversation – and there wouldn’t be, even at lunch, because of Shane’s presence – but because they hadn’t seen their friend in a while, the boys wanted to hear their friend.  Nate, for his part, re-traced his steps from his wandering day until he found the café.  The boys were slightly taken aback by his choice, but Nate was steadfast.  They were probably expecting a gastropub or something, not a café in the artsy part of town.

As they were seated at a table in the café, Nate looked around – to the spot where he sat last time, and the spot where he saw the girl – to find her right where he left her, at the exact same table, in the exact same chair, with the exact same curly hair cascading down her back.  Her back was towards the group, but Nate could tell it was her.  It was her.  

Holy fuck.  

He tried not to stare too much, on account of not wanting to make it too obvious.  He tried to engage in the conversation the rest of the guys were having, but his eyes kept wandering back to her.  He’d answer Shane’s dumb questions, stuff his mouth with a bite of BLT, and glance over at her to make sure she didn’t get up to leave.  He’d recount a story from the season, take a gulp of his lemon water, and look in her direction.  When she got up and went to the washroom, he had half the mind to follow her, but he didn’t.  Instead, he thought of ways to get her attention with his buddies around, making sure they didn’t embarrass him in the process.  He’d already been embarrassed in front of her once before – and it was his own fault.  At least he knew she came here often, so if he needed to wait until a third time, he could.

It seemed like that was going to be the case when everybody was finished their lunch and brought their bills.  He’d have to come back a third time to get her attention.  They got up and tucked in their chairs.  Nate put on his baseball cap.

“Oh my God, Sorcha?” Shane’s voice boomed through the café.

To Nate’s complete and utter shock, the girl turned her head to look at them.  Nate’s breath caught in his throat as he caught a good look at her face again.  She was even prettier than he remembered from the last time at the café.  She had more blush on this time, he thought, and more eyeliner.  When she noticed who had called her name, her brows furrowed, a line appearing in between them for how much she was doing so.  “Shane,” she acknowledged him, her voice not nearly as chipper or loud as Shane’s was.

Nate felt time stand still.  Sorcha.  Sorcha.  Sorcha.

Sorcha Saint-Coeur.

Oh my fucking God, the girl was Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  

Nathan was not expecting Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  Sorcha had grown up on his street.  They’d gone to the same elementary school together in Cole Harbour, and had been in the same class since kindergarten.  They’d even moved on to the same middle school together, and the same high school.  But while they grew up on the same street, and knew the same people, they’d never been friends.  Sorcha had always been the nerd to Nate’s jock; the frizzy-haired, quiet, shy, studious art student as opposed to the blonde hair, blue-eyed, ambitious and serious hockey player Nate was.  She was never at school events, never at parties hosted when parents were out of town, never at people’s lake houses on the weekends.  She never went to any Mooseheads games.  She was an outcast, sitting alone at lunch when her best friend, Victoria, didn’t have the same lunch period.  Nobody ever asked her to join their table.  Worse than anything, she was relentlessly bullied.

Most of the bullies had been Nate’s friends in high school.

They bullied her about everything.  The first – and most awful, Nate thought – was her weight.  She’d always been bigger than the other girls, and she was called every fat joke in the book.  His friends even went so far as to whisper in each other’s ears if she walked by them or sat near them in class, saying things such as ‘whale’, ‘cow’, ‘butterball’, and ‘Sorcha the orca’ loud enough that she would hear.  They bullied her about her hair, because it was dark and long and untameably frizzy when they were younger, unlike the straight blonde hair of many classmates.  Then, of course, they made fun of her for having no friends besides Victoria, for being alone most of the time, for how quiet she was and how she wore no makeup, for caring about school and art and drawing more than she cared about hockey or parties or anything else.  The boys were relentless in letting Sorcha know every single day how different she was.

Shane was one of the main ones.

Shane tormented her to no end.  He constantly made fun of her for everything, and never let up.  It was worse when the hockey guys were around, because he wanted to impress them.  Nobody would defend her – not even Nate – and she’d just stay silent and take it all.  Nate remembered how oftentimes she looked like she was on the verge of tears (because she probably was).  Nate stayed silent through all the jokes, the name-calling, the ostracizing.  He didn’t keep in touch with any of the other guys, but of course, Shane was with him now.  While Alex and Lucas had better things to do in high school, Noah and Shane did not.  He could only imagine what it felt like for Sorcha, seeing them again.

“God, you’re still around in Halifax?” Shane asked, his voice as shocked as anything.

“Am I not supposed to be?” she retorted.  

“Hi Sorcha,” Alex said politely, garnering an equally polite nod of the head from her.  “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been fantastic.”

“How’s Aidan doing?”

“He’s doing great, thanks for asking,” she said.  Aidan was her brother – five years older.  “What are you doing in this part of town, anyway?”  

“Having lunch with Nathan MacKinnon,” Shane intervened in the conversation again, moving out of the way and pointing to Nate like he was the prize pig at the rodeo.  

“H—Hey Sorcha,” he stuttered out, waving awkwardly.

There was an unspoken decision on both their parts to act as if they hadn’t just seen each other days before; that Sorcha hadn’t lied through her teeth when she said she didn’t know him.  “Hi Nate,” she said curtly.

“What are you doing down here?” Shane asked.

“I work down here,” there was venom in her voice.  “And actually, I just checked the time, and my lunch break is almost over,” she said, getting up, shutting her iPad Pro, and collecting her things quickly.  “So if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

The four men stayed silent as they watched her hurry out of the café, not bothering to take a single look back at them.  Nate gulped.  It was one of the most awkward encounters he’d ever been a part of – and that was saying something.  This was significantly more awkward than the first time he met Sidney Crosby and didn’t stop doing high knees in a driveway.

“She works at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia now,” Alex revealed to the group, breaking the tension.  “Behind the scenes.  Like a curator or something.  My older sister still keeps in touch with Aidan.”  

Shane snorted.  “Looks like she’s still the size of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic.”

It was Nate’s turn to furrow his brows at Shane, looking him directly in the eye as he did so.  “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?!” Shane shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with his comment.

Nate shook his head.  He felt…icky.  He didn’t want to be around Shane anymore – not longer than he had to be.  “I’m outta here.”

***

Okay, so Sorcha worked as a curator at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia.

So where did Nate find himself the next day?

The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia.

He had no clue what the fuck he was doing, or what the fuck he was going to say, but just like yesterday, he had a loose plan that he’d concocted the night before and was executing this very moment.  As he walked through the doors, he approached the main desk where patrons could purchase tickets.  He made sure to take off his hat.  He knew artsy people would find it uncouth of him, or anyone, to wear a baseball hat indoors.  

“How may I help you?” the polite man at the desk smiled.

“Hi.  I, uh, I’m looking for a Sorcha that works here.  Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  She’s a curator,” he said.

The man immediately picked up the phone and dialled a series of numbers.  He smiled at Nate as he waited for someone to pick up.  “Hi, Audrey?  I have someone here for Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  Can you please come to the front to escort him?...His name?  Nathan MacKinnon.”

So he was found.  Nate couldn’t help but smile as the man thanked Audrey and hung up the phone.  “Thank you, sir.”

“She’ll be right out.  And you’ll have to excuse me, but my grandson loves hockey, and loves you.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” Nate said.

“How does Nathan MacKinnon get to know Sorcha Saint-Coeur, anyway?”

He bit his tongue.  “High school,” he said.  He technically wasn’t lying.  Hell, he could have said elementary school and he wouldn’t be lying.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” a female voice asked, approaching him quickly.  He could only assume this was Audrey.  “Right this way, please.”

Nate gave one last nod of his head to the man before following Audrey through an ‘Employees Only’ door.  They made small talk as she led him through a series of hallways and onto an elevator to go up a few floors.  Once they reached their destination – the eighth floor, labelled ‘Curator Spaces’ on the elevator legend – Audrey looked over.  “I’ll let Sorcha know you’re here and she’ll be with you shortly,” she informed him.  “I’m sure you know she’s busy curating one of next major exhibits for the fall and winter season.”  

Audrey motioned to a bench for Nate to sit on, and he did so.  She gave him one last smile before walking down the hallway and leaving him waiting.  He sat twiddling his thumbs for about ten minutes before he heard a door click open.  When he looked towards it, he came face to face with Sorcha.

“Hey,” he greeted her.

She looked like she’d seen a ghost.  “What are you doing here?” she asked, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else had seen him sitting there.  “How—how do you even know that I work here?”

“Kehoe told me,” he said.  “He mentioned how his sister still keeps in touch with Aidan, and I guess Aidan told her.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, as if she didn’t even care about his answer of how he knew she worked at the gallery.  

“I—well—wa—want to go for lunch?” he offered.

“What?”

Alright, so Nate’s gameplan backfired on him.  Horrendously.  She wasn’t warm and she wasn’t happy to see him and she was upset that he’d shown up at her work.  He needed to do damage control.  “Listen, I—I’m sorry about yesterday.  It was just supposed to be Alex, Lucas, and Noah with me, but Shane ended up tagging along.  But that first day—I mean, you knew who I was.  I knew who you were too, I just didn’t remember you.  You didn’t have to lie to me and say we didn’t know each other from anywhere.  I mean, we grew up on the same street.”

He saw her soften slightly, but he could tell she still had a massive wall up.  “We’re not going for lunch.  I have a very busy day.  What are you—what was even your plan?  Take me to lunch and do what?”

He didn’t know.  He really didn’t know.  He shrugged his shoulders.  “I haven’t seen you since I left for Colorado.  I don’t—I don’t know what you’ve been up to since then, and I guess I want to find out.”

Her face softened some more, though she crossed her arms in front of her.  She was clearly wasn’t a fan of the idea, or his biggest fan in the slightest.  She also didn’t know why he would want this information from her when he never bothered to get to know her since elementary school and never bothered to keep in touch with her.  “I graduated third in our class and got accepted to the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design.  After two years I transferred to Toronto, and I ended up living in Florence for a year.  I graduated with my B.A in art history, worked in a few galleries in Toronto, then moved back to Halifax to be a curator here,” she explained.  

Nate was impressed.  It wasn’t every day that he met a curator for a gallery.  He wasn’t exactly sure what they did, but it sounded important.  “That’s really impressive.  Congratulations, Sorcha.”

“Thanks,” her reply was curt, but heartfelt.  She was accomplished, and happy with how her life worked out without Nathan MacKinnon, Shane Johnson, or anyone else from elementary or high school.  “You don’t have to explain what you’ve been up to.  I hear it on the news every night.”

Nate couldn’t help but chuckle, and he swore he saw Sorcha smirk, too.  “Yeah, well…” he trailed off.  “I don’t think I was meant for anything else.”

“I don’t think so either,” she agreed.  “You were always going to be a hockey superstar.”

“I didn’t do much else.”

“No, you didn’t,” Sorcha cracked a smirk.  She couldn’t help it.  Hockey was Nate’s whole life, and had been since elementary school.  Though they weren’t friends, she knew that about him (everybody knew that about him).  His main focus in life was hockey and making the NHL – that was clear.  “Anything else you’d like to know?” she asked.

“Why you pretended you didn’t know me the other day,” he blurted out without thinking.  

Sorcha had to think of something fast because she really didn’t have any kind of excuse.  “I was just shocked to see you in this part of town,” she decided on saying.  “And besides, you asked me ‘Do I know you?’.  And you don’t.  You don’t know me.”

Nate and Sorcha stared at each other, letting those words linger in the air for a while.  She was completely right, but he didn’t want to admit that.  He’d never taken the time to, even as they grew up on the same street and went to the same schools.  “Touché,” Nate said.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” she asked again.

Nate shook his head.  It was clear that she wasn’t going to be forthcoming, that she had a wall up because of their past – and he didn’t blame her.  He was an asshole as a teenager, and so were his friends – at some point, all teenage boys were assholes.  He just wanted, and needed, to make it better.  “It was nice seeing you,” he said in defeat.

“Thanks.”

“Have a great day at work.  And curating, like, in general.”

“Thanks.”

***

Nate was alone at his house.  And when he was alone at his house, he got ideas.  

Google: art gallery of nova scotia Sorcha saint-coeur

Nate clicked.  And clicked.  And clicked.  Then clicked again.  Clicked on her LinkedIn page.  Clicked on her profile on the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia website:

Sorcha Saint-Coeur grew up in Cole Harbour and attended the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design before transferring to the University of Toronto.  She holds an honours Bachelor of Arts in art history, and has the distinction of having been invited to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts to study for a year.  She has experience curating for some of the most distinguished galleries in Toronto, including MOCA Toronto, the McMichael Art Gallery, and the Art Gallery of Ontario.  

Past exhibitions Saint-Coeur has curated include “Picasso: Painting the Blue Period”, “Tom Thomson: The Algonquin Paintings”, and “James Tissot: The Seasons”.  

At the side of the page was an official portrait of her, definitely taken by the gallery.  And right underneath that picture, he found exactly what he was looking for: her email.  There was one thing Nate wasn’t: a quitter.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: (no subject)

hey.  it’s Nate.  i still think we should go to lunch tomorrow to catch up.  what do u think?

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.  He chuckled to himself when it came through.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: (no subject)

How the hell did you get my work email

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: (no subject)

from the art gallery website.  Your profile is on there.  What do u say?

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Nate, I appreciate the offer, but I basically told you everything there is to know.  There’s not much else.  Have fun being back home.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

u told me the basics.  there’s still a lot more to tell.  what time ur lunch break?  I will make reservations for the press gang at 12.  have u been there?  on me.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Are you insinuating I can’t afford lunch at The Press Gang?

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

NO!!!  not at all!  it’s one of the best in town and its down the street from you!  we can go to the café if that makes u comfortable.  and i promise i’ll be alone.  No kehoe, no shane, no ambush.  just us.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

You never quit, do you?

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

don’t think i would have made the nhl if i did.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

If you boast about being an NHL player even once during lunch I’m leaving.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

I take that as a yes?

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Well, if you’re buying.

[kyufessions]

butterfly

synopsis: your boyfriend, sunwoo, does your hair for you

pairings: boyfriend! sunwoo x fem! black reader

genre: fluff

warnings: suggestive if you squint!

word count: 0.8k

a/n: my friend specifically requested something for a black reader, so i wrote this for them specifically! but they also suggested posting this on tumblr so here it is lol. so this is mainly for them but i hope others enjoy this as well!

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

groaning, you reposition yourself on the bean bag chair provided to you by your boyfriend. it’s been two and a half hours so far, and he was only halfway done. although you appreciate his attention to detail and carefulness when it came to getting your locs to look absolutely perfect, your ass was also starting to hurt along with your neck and back.

“stop groaning, i’ll be done in no time.” he says, hyper focused on getting the crotch hook through the small hole to start the process again. “are you sure you don’t need any medication for a headache or anything? i can make one of the guys go grab me one from the kitchen.”

“no i’m fine, baby but thank you.” staring at the random spongebob episode to help pass the time, you twiddle with your thumbs out of pure boredom. “you didn’t have to learn how to do butterfly locs for me, you know. i feel bad this is how you’re spending your day off. you should be relaxing.”

you giggle at the sound of him sucking in air between his teeth dramatically, feeling his lips place a quick kiss to the side of your head before continuing on your hair. “this is relaxing, actually. i didn’t want you paying a ridiculous price for you to just get your hair done.” heat rose to your cheeks at his words, causing your lips to curve into a smile. “besides, this is a nice bonding experience. i love spending time with you like this.”

a few minutes go by in silence, sunwoo focusing on your hair as you sip out of a mug full of hot cocoa and laugh occasionally at the jokes that flew over your head as a child. you heard him start humming to a familiar song you couldn’t quite place. ignoring it, you go back to being in your own world until you hear him start mumbling lyrics.

“what’s your name, b.o.b., so they calling you bob.” sunwoo trails on under his breath, his eyes focusing on finishing the one loc. “stop playing, you know that i’m known for the bob.”

you burst out laughing after swallowing your drink mid-sip, hearing him laugh as well. “baby, are you singing nicki right now?”

he nods as he laughs, almost done with the one crotched butterfly loc. “you wanted short butterfly locs that look like a bob. you can’t blame me.” he jokes, making you laugh a bit more before continuing to let him do his thing in silence.

you feel him finish on the one loc, about to start on the next. taking the opportunity, you lean back to look at him for a split second and place your head on his chest. upon seeing you puckering your lips, he laughs at your antics and kisses you lovingly for a few seconds. he takes his unoccupied hand and places it awkwardly on your cheek, rubbing small shapes into the apple of it. upon feeling the awkward hand placement, you smile into the kiss as does sunwoo. kissing him always took you to another world, making your stomach do flips as your lips moved perfectly with each other.

pulling away, you peck his lips one more time before sitting back up straight. “hey,” he pouts, pulling you down towards him gently. “you can’t just do that.”

you raise a playful eyebrow, smirking as your head lays on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist. “do what?” you question in an innocent tone, interlocking fingers with him as they lay on your stomach.

without a word, he leans down to kiss you once again. except this time it was longer, more passionate and loving than ever before. he tugs at your bottom lip, earning a small squeal from you. as he explores your mouth, you feel his hands start moving downward towards the basketball shorts you borrowed from him the night before. you quickly pull away, both breathless as your foreheads are pressed against one another’s.

“if you finish my locs first then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the day.” you whisper before pecking his lips.

“but i miss how you taste.” he whines quietly, his fingers playing with the string of the shorts.

you fully sit up, pointing at your half finished hair. “afterwards, baby.”

he nods, placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder as you sat in an old tank top of his that you, once again, borrowed but never really plan on giving back. “i’ll wait however long, my sugar princess pumpkin puss.”

you visibly cringe at his dumb nickname, already used to him coming up with stupid ones almost everyday. “you’re lucky i like you, kim sunwoo.”

[nightlovers-stuff]

Hello!

Can you do headcanons of the S+M+T+Kino teaching their S/o to dance for a ball

Hello darling, I absolutely love your idea!

This was so much fun to write and I spent the whole day doing it. Maybe I got a little obsessed lol

Thanks for your ask. I hope you enjoy it! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

Dance classes with diaboys

Sakamakis

Shu

Shu never wanted to do this; it wasn't his idea in the first place. Reiji and his father pretty much coerced him into doing this. As the eldest brother and the heir, it's Shu's responsibility to organize the ball.

Since Shu is the next king, his partner will attend lots of royal balls. So, they must learn how to dance.

Reiji convinced him to teach his lover how to dance and act for balls, or else he would do it himself. Of course, Shu wouldn't let Reiji step close to his beloved person, so now he's teaching them how to dance.

Shu is a skilled teacher. In the manga, he teaches English to Yui and even tries to teach her how to play the violin (which doesn't work, lol). He's the type of teacher that makes everything seem easier than it is. He knows that pressuring someone to learn/do something isn't the best way to teach.

Learning with Shu is all about going with the flow; he'll guide you the whole time. However, he'll demand your attention and effort, since he's sacrificing his precious Bach listening time to teach you how to dance.

He'll complain about how this is a pain, but as the days go by, he starts to enjoy dancing with his lover and even looks forward to it.

By the end of the month, they'll be dancing perfectly in sync with each other, much to Reiji's initial surprise and delight, given that he thought them to be a bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings.

These things also bring Shu flashbacks to Edgar, and how happy he always seemed when he went on with one of the family's annual balls. Edgar was always so excited about the ball, and he would light up the room with his smile.

Reiji

Reiji is a perfectionist by nature, but when he received news of the incoming ball, he went wild. He was almost like a dictator, ordering everyone around. But with his lover, he was even more strict.

Reiji is already accustomed to taking on the role of teacher in his relationships, correcting his lovers' flaws and demanding impeccable behavior on a daily basis. So, when it comes to royal balls and being a perfect lady, he expects nothing less than your best behavior if you want to walk beside him.

He considered hiring a professional dance teacher with experience teaching members of royalty, so his significant other would learn how to dance properly. But Reiji's arrogant ass thought he would be the best in this situation.

Reiji created an entire, comprehensive schedule for his lover, which includes all kinds of classes you can imagine, from dance to etiquette. This schedule is designed to help you learn how to behave and act properly at a ball. He wouldn't let anyone bring Sakamakis' name or reputation to mud.

He's very methodical and patient, but he often threatens his lover with punishments if they don't comply with his expectations. He'll point out every single flaw on his partner - posture, expression, steps, everything - until they're completely compliant.

The best part of learning how to dance with Reiji is that the final results are always stunning. The process is long and difficult, full of intense practices and criticism, but the results are always worth it in the end.

After many corrective punishments and long weeks of hard work, his partner will be polished and well-trained like a diamond, and he will even praise them for their hard work and dedication ( that's rare)

Ayato

Now, this one is really chaotic and funny. Ayato does know how to dance and does it well, that's canon. But he doesn't know how to teach someone and doesn't have the patience to do it. He's the type of guy to say " just follow me." But when his lover steps on his feet, he gets angry.

Reiji was determined to make Ayato go to the ball, even though Ayato hates everything about them. He grudgingly agreed, knowing that if he didn't, Karlheinz would likely banish him to the North Pole or outer space. So, Ayato set out to teach his partner how to dance.

At first, it was really chaotic, and he spent more time asking for blood than teaching them. But then Ayato realized that it's not his lover's fault for not knowing something like royal balls. Then he goes to Reiji, indirectly asking for help.

Reiji provides him with some tips and tricks on how to improve his posture and other stuff, but ends up criticizing him, anyway. Then Ayato tries to be more patient with his lover, which surprisingly works out for the better.

(I really think that there would be a lot of sexual tension between his partner and him, just because when Ayato is more focused, he looks really hot BWHASHSKH)

Ayato is one of those fun, engaging teachers that makes learning enjoyable. You'll have so much fun dancing that you won't even realize how much you're learning. But it only happens when he's really committed to doing it.

He's going to constantly provoke and tease his lover about how bad they are at dancing, no matter how many times they insist that they're getting better.

I feel as if dancing with Ayato has the same energy and awkwardness as teenage prom dances in movies. That weird tension and excitement between the characters.

Ayato and his lover gradually become more in sync with each other as they spend more time together.

By the end of the month, his s/o will be dancing pretty good with him, and Ayato gets all cocky saying that "Ore-sama is the best teacher; even the clumsy chichinashi learned how to dance with me!"

Also, he'll demand a lot of blood from his partner.

Kanato

CHAOS, CHAOS, CHAOS!!!!

Kanato is an incredibly impatient person who would be the absolute worst person to ask to teach someone how to dance. He would get frustrated easily and would likely give up on the person within minutes. If they step on his foot, they'll be dead before they hit the ground.

I would love to be able to tell you that he would be an amazing person to spend time with and that you would have an incredible time. But I would be lying. His tantrums and screams make it hard to believe.

Unless his partner already knew a little about dancing or at least was cautious, I don't think he'd put up with teaching them. He's not a very patient teacher and gets frustrated easily.

But once they learn how to dance without stepping on his feet, it's going to be really nice

They'll have tea parties after every dance class

Laito

Oh lord... his partner must be really patient to deal with Laito. Not because he's short-tempered or anything like that; if anything, he's very patient, but he's going to turn dance classes into some kinky shit. Laito is always trying to find new and innovative ways to bring sex into every aspect of their relationship, and the dance classes are just his latest scheme.

Laito is an excellent teacher, and I honestly believe that. However, he will take advantage of this situation to say some dirty things, or to roam his hands all over his lover's body.

The best part about Laito is that he's an excellent dancer and teacher. He's able to guide his partner with ease and patience. And he won't get too mad if they make a mistake or step on his feet.

"Bitch-chan, please be more cautious and don't step on my feet again or else I'll have to punish you fufufu~"

Subaru

This boy is the sweetest. He'll say he's not good at dancing, but he's just being modest. He's actually an amazing dancer and will leave you mesmerized when he moves.

Dancing with him is like a dream come true. His hands are so strong and gentle, and his body moves with his partner's perfectly

He won't be mad if his lover makes mistakes because he understands that old-fashioned things like balls are no longer as relevant or popular as they once were. He himself doesn't particularly enjoy balls or events like that.

Subaru is always extra careful and gentle while teaching his lover, making sure he doesn't hurt them or make them feel uncomfortable in any way.

It's so cute and funny- the entire atmosphere. He's blushing an adorable, deep red and can barely look into his partner's eyes. I can tell he's really embarrassed, but he's also really into it and enjoying himself. They keep making eye contact and sharing these adorable little smiles. He's definitely into his partner and enjoying the experience, despite being a little embarrassed.

Dancing with Subaru also has this classic teenage movie vibe, where the characters are incredibly awkward but endearing, and you can't help but root for them as they dance romantically in the moonlight. It's one of those feel-good movies that you'll want to watch again and again.

Kino

Kino is quite nonchalant about the whole situation, only caring about whether he's having fun. He finds it problematic having to teach his lover how to dance, but he sees it as more of a game than anything else.

Kino learned how to dance traditional ballroom dances, so he'll try to do the same leading and following steps he learned with Yuri when he dances with his significant other.

While guiding his partner through the dance steps, he keeps mumbling the counts aloud under his breath, "1,2,3…1,2,3."

Once his partner finally manages to follow in his footsteps and gets into a similar rhythm, he starts to pick up the pace. But this approach doesn't work, and both of them end up stumbling and falling to the ground.

They decided to call it a day and come back tomorrow with a fresh start; however, the next day, Kino woke up with a throbbing headache from where he hit his head. Kino's humor might not be the best, but he doesn't give up on a challenge.

After disastrous weeks of dancing to half-finished songs, they finally danced a whole song from start to finish without any major missteps.

Mukami

Ruki

(THIS IS MY DREAM GEEZ)

Ruki knew that his significant other didn't have any experience with dancing, so as a good and considerate master, he decided to teach her. Learning with Ruki is very straightforward, maybe because he spent his whole life teaching things to his younger brothers.

He's one of those highly sought after, experienced teachers who has the unique ability to go with the flow, guide you naturally and effortlessly through the material, making it easy to understand and remember.

He might use the carrot-and-stick method to teach his lover, but he'd be softer on punishments and more lenient with rewards.

He would definitely be softer and more gently to his partner after having an established relationship with them, as he canonically treats Yui better after they are together.

Even though sometimes Ruki looks for reasons to punish his lover, while teaching them how to dance, is not one of them. Since there is a royal ball coming up and Karlheinz will be there, Ruki wants to make sure their dancing is perfect.

Ruki is an extremely effective teacher because of his straightforward and easy-to-understand teaching style. He gives clear instructions and provides immediate feedback to correct any issues while his partner is dancing. This makes learning very easy and enjoyable for his lover.

In the Lunatic parade, he flawlessly guides Yui while they're dancing. She doesn't have any experience with dancing, but it becomes abundantly clear how quickly and easily you can learn with Ruki.

Dancing with Ruki can be a bit of a challenge for his partners, as they often find themselves getting lost in his cold blue eyes. He's not one to scold them for it, but he does make sure to keep them focused on their steps.

( It's hard to take him seriously when he's got that smirk on his face and he's talking in that teasing tone.)

His significant other will be dancing with the utmost grace and precision in a mere matter of weeks.

"Oi, livestock! I know you want to admire your master, but that's not the time for it! Pay attention to your steps!"

Kou

Ok, Kou is an idol, but he is terrible at teaching because he can't handle when his lover makes the same mistakes over and over again.

He'll probably end up sucking their blood, since that's what vampires do in a give-and-take world.

At first, Kou had wanted to give up and hire a professional to do it instead, but Ruki wouldn't let him. However, since it was his lover that they were talking about, he decided to train his partner up like a trainee.

Most people wouldn't expect that work could be fun, but in a couple of weeks, they were having a blast. Learning with Kou isn't hard, only because dancing is his job and he's very good at it. He breaks down the steps simply and easily, so that even those with two left feet can understand and follow along

"Woah, you're getting better at this M-neko chan~"

Yuma

THIS BOI, OUR PRECIOUS GARDEN BOI, he can't dance.

No matter how much you try to convince me, I simply refuse to believe that Yuma has any sense of rhythm or gracefulness when he dances. If he does dance, it looks incredibly awkward and clumsy.

So with Yuma, it's a slightly different dynamic than it is with other boys. He won't teach his lover; rather, he wants to learn with them.

Probably Ruki's going to teach them how to dance properly, but the good part is that Yuma is a fast learner. He'll be able to quickly adapt and learn the steps, so he won't be embarrassed at the ball.

Yuma's main problem when it comes to dancing isn't the steps - it's that he's pretty tall, which can make him look clumsy when dancing with someone shorter.

But he's a hard-working man and with a couple of dance classes by the end of the month, he'll look like a whole new man.

Once Yuma and his lover have learned how to be in perfect harmony with each other, he will effortlessly guide them through the dance. Dancing with Yuma has Beauty and the Beast vibes.

Azusa

This sweet, talented boy dances so well - with such elegance and precision - that you can't change my mind. Azusa looks like a prince when he dances, full of graciousness and charm.

He's an absolute sweetheart and will be more than happy to teach his partner how to dance. They'll learn quicker than you could have imagined.

And guess what? He doesn't mind if his partner steps on his feet; if anything, he's going to love it. BWHAHAHA

Azusa won't try to hurry his partner along or force them to learn at a pace they're not comfortable with; he's content to follow their lead.

He will be as gentle and loving as possible, and if you look closely, you'll see his bright smile while he stares adoringly into his lover's face.

He'll get so used to dancing intimately with his lover, that he'll want to slow dance together every night in their living room.

Tsukinami

Carla

OOF-

THIS MAN. DANCING WITH THIS MAN IS SO SJJHDDHDH (simp time)

This happens on dark fate, I guess, and I'm sure that Carla warns Yui that if she steps on his feet, he'll have to punish her. I have no idea if he's bluffing or not. This man is a mystery sometimes.

If he's the one teaching them how to dance, just like Ruki or Reiji, his lover won't have to worry so much (I mean... only about the punishments), because you'll be able to dance with precision and skill.

Carla is a king, so it is obvious that he knows how to dance with the utmost grace, elegance, and poise.

He is an experienced man who has been dancing for most of his life. He knows all the steps and moves, and he could easily guide someone around the dance floor.

Carla will have an amazing time waltzing with his lover in the stunning ballroom of his castle.

Carla will give them tips and will chat with his lover. For him, teaching his partner is such a quality time. He loves being able to teach them new things and help them grow as a person.

He won't tolerate slacking off from his partner, as the king of founder's partner, they must be perfect and be able to walk by his side.

Shin

It was Carla who told Shin to teach his partner how to dance, and since his brother asked, he couldn't deny.

Shin is a good dancer. He doesn't really like balls, but he has learned how to behave properly at them.

Just like Ayato, he'll tell his partner to follow him. Shin doesn't really make much of an effort to properly teach his lover, but he doesn't give up easily either.

It was weeks of chaotic fun until his significant other finally learned to swing along gracefully in the ballroom without stepping on his feet or stumbling around.

When this long-awaited day finally arrived, Shin was overcome with happiness and relief. Knowing that his brother wouldn't complain and he would be able to have fun while dancing with his lover in his arms all night.

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