#jean (and would try to change his personality to make his partner like him more) but now i have a specific idea about Spirit's horrible

[wutheringmights]

also i really shouldn't have written stp because now i have a million ideas for spirit's adventures in new hyrule that I will never have time to actually write :((

[odxrilove]

☆ TXT AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE

pairing: txt x f!reader

genre: hcs/scenarios, fluff, bsfs/friends2???? ~1.2k :D

a/n: requested by anon! song rec - nouvelle vague by wave to earth.. also big thank u to val pookie @fairybinie for helping me out sm with these scenarios!!! happy birthday poo i hope u had an amazing day and i wish u the best!! love you lots :D

back to masterlist!

☆ YEONJUN

constantly keeping his hand on your waist. such an action may seem futile and unnoticeable considering yeonjun’s the one doing it, but it still makes you confused. yeonjun’s known to be flirty, a literal heartthrob wherever he goes. he’s also very touchy, easily hugging someone or putting his arm around their shoulder. but it’s only truly with you that he lets his hand rest on your hip, finger hooked into one of your jeans’ belt loops.

at first he started doing it at parties, after finding you in the crowd, arms circling your waist to keep you from getting lost in the wave of people. it continued at normal hangouts, laughing alongside his friends as his fingers fiddled with the hem of your top. then it happened when you two were alone, lounging on your couch while watching a movie. there wasn’t anything or anybody he had to protect you from, but he still slid his hand between the backrest and your body until you were practically glued to his side, his arm comfortably holding onto your waist.

you’re not sure why he does it; maybe to show others you’re not available– you are though, or to purposely tease you and make your heart skip a beat– something that already happens a lot in his presence. but one thing you know for sure is, it certainly doesn’t help your already weak heart.

☆ SOOBIN

being oddly protective of you. soobin is the least confrontational person you know, so it didn’t surprise you when he kept his mouth shut as one of your classmates teased him in class. that’s initially how you two became friends, him nursing your wounded fist after you punched the bully right in the nose for calling him a lanky nerd. 5th grade sure was wild. the following years, soobin tried his best to defend you like you defended him back in the day but again, he’s the least confrontational person you know. however, his best friend-instincts took over him when a guy tried to hike up your dress at the graduation party. you nursed his wounded fist after and the two of you became even closer. after the “fight of the century” soobin swore to himself he would protect you. at first, you found it funny, trying to stop yourself from blushing when he would raise his voice at whoever decided to bother you that day. you don’t really know when it started but with each new time, his best-friend protection act would slowly turn into something that held a lot more feelings than just platonic ones. the way he would look at you to see if you were alright, or the way his hand would slid into yours, or even the one time he called you his partner instead of his best friend. everything was slowly changing, and you didn’t even know if soobin was even aware of it himself.

☆ BEOMGYU

calls you his girlfriend. the first time he did it, you thought he was just joking around, trying to tease you. so you laughed it off, attempting to hide the way your heart fluttered at the thought of you being his actual girlfriend. but the second time, a week or so later, you were even more confused. did beomgyu think you two had something going on? did he find out about your old crush on him? you really didn’t know why he started calling you his girlfriend, since none of his other actions showed he felt anything except platonic feelings for you. he stopped after the fourth time, after he noticed your disoriented and clearly disheartened expression. weeks passed and not once did beomgyu explain his old but short habit to you. but then, months later, when you had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal, beomgyu did it again. to be honest, him calling you his girlfriend that time was in fact beneficial for you– you refused to talk any longer to the creep begging for your number. but the way the word rolled off his tongue, a hint of arrogance and a ton of proudness, made you reach for his hand, acting like the role he had assigned you. tension followed after, for weeks, and your heart continued to long for him. if only you knew you were the only thing on his mind whenever someone said the word “girlfriend”.

☆ TAEHYUN

constantly buys you things. it may seem shallow at first, but whenever taehyun brings you a small trinket or whatever food you were craving at that moment, your heart fills with joy. it’s not the way he spends money for you, but the way he looks at you when he gives it to you, eyeing you to see your neutral expression change into a happy one. taehyun’s a great listener, so he knows all your orders and favorite things by heart, which only makes it easier for him to empty his bank account for you. he swears you’re not special, or at least not more important than the rest of his friends– for whom he rarely ever buys anything– but he can’t really stop his brain from thinking of you when he sees something pretty or tasty at the mall. the dainty necklace around your neck is the literal proof of his favoritism towards you. he had given it to you on your graduation and you hadn’t taken it off since. it was a symbol for your friendship, he said, something to remember the many years you spent together, but the shiny “T” letter pendant made your heart swell every time you felt it against your skin. in all truth, taehyun was just waiting for you to notice the letter pendant of your name he wore on his necklace and hid, carefully, under his shirt collar.

☆ HUENING KAI

he constantly mentions you two in his future. you and kai have been friends since the two of you were in diapers and basically experienced all your first together. spending all those years together, in the same neighborhood, school and friend groups lead to many talks about your futures, sometimes wiping anxious tears away or doubling over from laughter at the mention of so many possibilities. it was a normal thing for you two, getting together and just talking about whatever would be on your mind at that moment. every conversation was different but one thing never changed, the way huening kai wouldn’t forget to mention you in his future plans. he would have pictured everything out, you two living next to each other in your own homes, working across the street from each other, adopting pets at the same time so they could be friends, meeting every friday for a ramen and movie night… whenever you were worried about what the future prepared for you, kai would comfort you, reminding you that no matter what happened later, he would always be there. it always reassured you but unfortunately, you never had the guts to tell him that you’d prefer to live together later, spend your work lunch breaks together, adopt a pet together, and turn every night into a movie marathon.

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[atinystraynstay]

Guardian Angel - Jeon Wonwoo

Synopsis: Wonwoo is a mysterious individual. Not that he tried to be, but he always had his guard up. He didn't want to fall casualty to a world that could turn so cold. Can you be the one person that finds the secret passage into his world?

Pairing: College Student!Jeon Wonwoo x fem. reader

Genre: "I'm here for you" girl meets "I'm not good at opening up" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ cannot wait to bring all of these into reality First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Warnings: mentions alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.7k

Being friends with Kim Mingyu came with a lot of perks. You always had an invite to the biggest parties on campus, knew someone who could walk you home when you had a bit too much to drink, and a constant study partner who would bring coffee to the study sessions.

On the outside, it is easy to assume you and Mingyu were a couple. And you knew one day, Mingyu would make a woman very happy. I mean, he was the poster child of what it means to be a Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Yet, you have never been attracted to Mingyu like that. Of course, he treated you like royalty, but in some ways, he was showing you the way you deserved to be treated. Mingyu was always the one to give you dating and relationship advice, which was extremely helpful given he was able to give the male perspective. And vice versa, you were always there to hype up and encourage Mingyu to go after women he found attractive. Despite the confidence he exudes, he was a rather shy individual.

Your friendship with Mingyu was a prized possession in your life, and you never wanted to do something to risk. Even though you had a crush on his best friend, Jeon Wonwoo.

Unlike Mingyu, you knew next to nothing about Wonwoo. You often saw him every now and then when he was out with Mingyu, but the two of you never seemed to exchange words. There was just something about him that lured you in.

And you were hoping tonight would be the opportunity to change that.

For the past few weeks, you have been trying to gather intel on Wonwoo. Most of the time when you hung out with Mingyu, you asked about his best friend. It didn't take long for the giant man to put the puzzle pieces together. Instantly, Mingyu devised a plan to try to get his two favorite people together.

Midterms would be coming to an end on Friday, and he knew everyone would want to come out and celebrate. Rather than going to the bars, Mingyu suggested he hosted a house party filled with his closest friends. Both so everyone could be comfortable and enjoy themselves, but also so Wonwoo might open up more during the party. He wasn't the type of guy who preferred going out on the weekends. Often, his weekends were filled with either studying or playing video games. Mingyu was almost certain that a house party could get his introverted best friend to come out of his room.

After sending different outfit options to Mingyu, and each text was responded with "looks good," you decided on a black jeans and a black, long-sleeved crop top. You wore gold jewelry for the comparison, but also decided to wear your hair down for now. You did keep a white scrunchie around your wrist, in case you or someone else might need it throughout the night.

Your goal was to look presentable, but not too over the top. It was a house party, after all. Tonight would be a great opportuntiy not just to hang out with friends you haven't seen in a while, but also maybe know Wonwoo on a deeper level. While yes, you did like him, you were unsure of where his mind was at. Even Mingyu was clueless on Wonwoo's love life as it was a topic rarely they engaged in. Being friends with Wonwoo could always be the start.

With a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Berry Lemonade held by your hip, your free hand knocked on the door. You could already hear music and chatter coming from inside. Growing out of hopping from frat house to frat house, house parties were becoming more of your comfort zone. Maybe that's what it meant to be an upperclassman?

"Hi Barbie!" "Hi Ken!"

Mingyu quickly retrieved one of the bottles from you, making your load lighter. You could have managed carrying both, but that was Mingyu just being himself. He wrapped his free arm around you to pull you into a hug. "Woah, you're wearing perfume tonight? Must really want to impress someone."

Quickly, you pulled back from the embrace and slapped his chest. Your eyes narrowed on him before he broke out into a fit of laughter. Yeah, Mingyu definitely was not your boyfriend.

"You do look great though, y/n!" "Not half bad yourself, Gyu," you laughed.

The two of you ventured into the kitchen after closing the door. Mingyu's parties never got too crazy. He always knew who was invited, and it was always known nobody else unless an invite was extended by Mingyu himself or you asked if you could bring someone along with you. He just never liked the unpredictability of strangers entering his home. Wonwoo and him also despised the clean-up afterwards too when people didn't respect their home. That was one way to never get invited again.

Upon entering the kitchen, you were greeted with cheers. Both from the guys invested in the game of Flip Cup but also by the ones that noticed you. Seungkwan, Dino, and Hoshi were all grinning at you. Currently, it seemed like Seungcheol and Joshua were going head-to-head in a match with Dokyeom and Jeonghan waiting there turn. Vernon, Minghao, Jun, and Woozi were all spectating. All that was missing was Wonwoo.

Noticing you take a headcount, Mingyu grinned. He's gotten to know you all too well over the course of your friendship. "He's out back on the patio," he whispered into his ear.

He must have been able to escape with the guys distracted, and the bodies that filled the first floor of their college townhouse apartment.

"Y/n! Wanna take a shot?" Hoshi shouted to you. "Hell yeah."

A little liquid courage never hurt. Mingyu chuckled as he got to work preparing your mixed drinks for the two of you. Hoshi was eagerly pouring out shots for the 14 people. He must still think Wonwoo is in the room.

"Hey, where's Wonwoo?" DK finally asked once he finished his turn with flip cup. "Oh, I think he must have slipped outside," Mingyu quickly responded. "I can go check on him after," you offered.

It was not unusual for you to take on almost a 'mother' role. Like Mingyu, you liked being there for people. You liked when people felt uncomfortable around you or that you could help someone out, no matter how big the task might be.

"That's our eomma," Dino shouted.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't wipe the smile off your face. It did really feel good to be seen in positive light.

Mingyu placed your red solo cups in front of you. You smiled at the sight of your mixed drink, knowing that it would help the liquor slid down your throat. You weren't the biggest fan of vodka, but if you had something to chase? You were golden. Plus, you were now able to take your drink and able to slip away to find Wonwoo.

"Alright fuckers, some of us are seniors. Top dogs, but we always have our pack to support us. " Hoshi began. Oh boy.

Promptly, DK started barking which encouraged the rest of the boys to join in. Sometimes you question why you are friends with them, but you knew they were all irreplaceable.

"I just love you guys so much." Uh oh. Looks like Hoshi has already had a bit more to drink than the rest of the group. "Here's the last few months before we become boring."

The shot glasses dropped down to the table before meeting all of your lips. You cringed a bit at the feeling of straight vodka hitting your mouth but quickly swallowed. With your free hand, you were able to rid of the taste with the mixed drink which made you immediately relax. You sighed as you could already feel how warm your stomach felt from the liquor entering your system.

"Go get your boy," Mingyu teased you in a hushed tone. "HEY! Secrets makes frenemies and I want us all to be besties," Hoshi shouted as he caught you and Mingyu talking. "Relax, tiger. I'm just telling her where I think Wonwoo ran off to."

Hoshi seemed to relax before instantly distracted by the next game Jun proposed. Mingyu sighed, knowing he was going to be on Hoshi duty tonight. Again. You patted his shoulder comfortingly before slipping away to the porch.

Keeping your drink above your head, so you wouldn't accidentally spill or drop it on anyone or anything, you navigated through the crowd of people. For someone who liked to keep parties small, there was always a large turn out for Mr. Popular. You offered friendly smiles at familiar faces, as you kept your eyes locked on the back patio.

As the people around you began to dissipate, you saw a figure sitting on the steps of the back porch. It wasn't much of a porch really. Just a set of wooden steps with a deck, but it was like luxury to any college student. It also is why people favorited Mingyu's spot for partying on the weekends.

You were able to easily identify the person outside just based off the broad shoulders. It has been quite a few weeks since you last saw Mingyu, but you liked seeing how long his hair has gotten since then. You always thought he looked better with a bit of length to his haircut.

Gently, you slid the back patio door hoping not to startle him. He did, however, whip his head around to see who was responsible but then immediately relaxed when he saw it was you. While you two were not close yet, he recognized you. Wonwoo also knew just how important you were to Mingyu, so you were never seen as a threat. Quite frankly, he just didn't know how to approach you since the two of you had not had a proper conversation one-on-one.

"Oh hi, y/n," he called out gently. His voice was always calm in his deep tone. It was oe of the things you adored about Wonwoo. His voice was calm to you like the ocean, and you always seemed to cling onto every word he spoke.

"Hey Wonwoo," you said in your usual tone, not wanting to be perceived as a threat. "Mind if I join you?"

His eyes slightly widened as he heard you. Only the guys ever really approached Wonwoo, so it was a bit surprising that someone would want to accompany him.

"Oh um sure."

Wonwoo scooted over from where he was sitting, offering his spot for you. You smiled appreciatively before fully stepping into the patio. You closed the door behind you, both to respect Wonwoo's privacy and to keep the house warm. It was apparent that Wonwoo had wondered out here for a reason, so you wanted to respectful and show through your actions you were someone he could trust. You also were not wanting to hear Mingyu nagging at you for causing the electricity bill to rise in the month of March.

Slowly, you made your way over until you sat down next to him. You set your drink but the edge, so if you accidentally spilled, it could go into the grass rather than the cute boy beside you.

"Enjoying the party?" Wonwoo asked in a soft tone.

It wasn't monotone. It was his usual deep tone. But as he spoke, you noticed that his gaze was seemed to be locked on the moon above the two of you. It was still a bit chilly when the sun was hidden, but you were comfortable. The alcohol definitely aiding.

"Yeah, actually. Much better than being coped up studying," you joked.

"Yeah, I feel you," he sighed. You watched the way he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. It was such a little thing, something he probably doesn't even think about it. Yet, you found it to be the most adorable thing. "You're in the political science program, right?"

Your heart undeniably did a little flip knowing that he remembered that detail to you. Maybe Mingyu has held up his promise and talked to Wonwoo about you, not just saying he had to make you feel more at ease. You nodded your head as you looked over at hi. It was just a habit of yours. You didn't expect him to look over at you, but you wanted to show him that you were present in the moment and ready to listen to whatever he wanted to say. Or even if you two just sat here in silence for a little. There was just something screaming within you that you he needed you tonight.

You just had no idea that he knew anything about you given that you only were on first name basis.

"Yeah," you spoke softly, unable to wipe the gentle smile on your face. "And you're in the computer science program?"

Wonwoo nodded, smiling a bit as well. Wonwoo never was the guy he thought people took interest in. Honestly, every day, he feels just blessed to say he has some of the best friends who want to drag him out of his bedroom. Most people might not even notice his absence. And Wonwoo did that subconsciously, just as a defense mechanism. He has been on the receiving end of bullying and life's unfortunate events. He just found himself isolating more as a way to cope.

"If you don't mind me asking," you began, biting your lip. "Why are you out here by yourself? Is everything ok?" "I think?"

You couldn't help but frown at Wonwoo's response. You were too familiar with the uncertain feeling and knew how troubling it can be. While everyone faces their own difficulties in life, you never liked hearing that other people are struggling.

"I just," he began to open it up.

Now you were the surprised on. Never before would you expect to be Wonwoo's confidant, but you knew it was a job title of upmost importance. You just hoped your surprised expression was not portrayed on your face. If Wonwoo needed someone to vent to, you'd gladly step up.

He glanced at you to see if you were listening. Satisfied to see your eyes on him with a soft gaze, he let out a shaky breath. For the first time in a while, he felt like he was able to confide in someone. He knew the guys were always in his corner, but he ever wished to worry them too much. To some extent, Wonwoo prided himself in his own ability to take care of himself.

It was just that he's been struggling for some time.

"Everything is changing," he chuckled almost out of self-pity. "It's just been hitting me that all of this," he motioned to the party behind him. "Will not be here in a few months. Hell, not even in a few weeks since we all graduate soon. I know I should be in there partying it up, living in the present but I cannot help but think of how we all won't be together like this and it makes me sad."

It was almost like looking into the future as Wonwoo described his inner turmoil. You and Mingyu, and a few of the other guys, were still had another year or two left in college. However, Wonwoo and the other guys would be graduating this upcoming May.

"Do you know where the other guys have decided to go?" You asked in a quite tone. You hope you weren't upsetting him by your questions.

Wonwoo slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think Seungcheol and Jeonghan are moving to the city. Seungkwan has talked about moving in with them once he graduates next year. Joshua and Jun have jobs lined up in their hometowns, so they'll be moving out probably at the end of May. Hoshi? I have no clue. He hasn't even applied to any jobs yet. And Woozi and I have been applying to graduate schools. He's leaning towards business and I think I want to go in a more software engineering route."

"Have you heard back from any schools yet?"

Wonwoo couldn't fight the smile creeping on his face. He knew you cared deeply about Mingyu's friends, but he never thought he would be looped into that circle. He always kept his distance just because it was just convenient, it's what he knew. It also kept him safe in a world filled with chaos and unpredictability.

"Yeah, I actually heard from two schools, so I'm trying to decide. One of the schools is here."

He whispered the last part. It spoke volumes to you. The thought of Wonwoo staying here meant that you might be able to make things work with Wonwoo. That is, if he was opened to the idea of you dating.

"Like part of me wants to run away from here," he explained.

While you weren't quite at the same stage as life, you understood the need. It was part of the reason why you chose to go away for university whereas all your high school classmates chose more local programs. You wanted a change of scenery, a new beginning.

"So much has changed since freshman year. I'm definitely not the same person I was. I've had my challenges like losing my mom a year and a half ago," he explained. "And all those hard times happened while I was here, so I almost have a need to move and leave the pain behind.

His casual mentioning of his mother's passing brought back memories. You remember how all the guys rallied behind Wonwoo. Some of them even skipped final presentations and exams in order to be there for Wonwoo at the funeral. You knew it wasn't in your place to attend the funeral, but you cooked a warm cooked meal for all of them. It was Wonwoo's favorite dish. It at least wanted to do a nice gesture, so Wonwoo knew he wasn't alone. You still remember dropping the dish off with Mingyu with re-heating instructions.

To this day, he has no idea how that dish arrived. He just figured one of the guys ordered DoorDash.

While Mingyu begged you to stay, so you could give it to Wonwoo himself, you didn't want to overstep. You knew grief takes all shapes and forms, os you thought the best thing you could do was give the space for Wonwoo to feel his emotions.

Little did you know he's been harboring those emotions this whole time, almost two years later.

'But then part of me worries about the younger guys. I don't want them to feel abandoned. I don't want the group to fall apart once we all move, and it feels like if I stay here then I can keep us together even while the other guys go off."

"Almost like you are the glue that keeps them all together?" "Yeah, I guess that's the best way to explain it." "But Wonwoo, what keeps you together?"

He furrowed his eyebrows as he fully looked at you. What an odd question. And based on his reaction, you felt the need to elaborate.

"I mean, it's great that you always look out for everyone. You're a real nurturer," you explained.

Wonwoo has never been described in such light before. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep the blush from overtaking his cheeks. He shrugged though as if it was no big deal.

"But what are you doing to take care of yourself? I'm not asking you to make a decision now to either stay or go because going to grad school is a big decision. Congratulations, by the way. That's incredible!"

How could you always see the positive side of things? How hasn't life damaged your spirit like it has for him? How could you see good in him when he often failed to see it in himself?

"I know it's easy to feel like you need to harbor your own emotions because it's easy. But Wonwoo, that shit can break you."

Woah. Who would have thought y/n could swear.

"I'm always going to be here if you need me, you know. I'm not just Mingyu's friend, but I could like to consider us friends too, if that is something you'd like. I'm always here if you need a place to vent, especially if it's away from the guys. I know they can be…" you trailed off.

You didn't want to offend Wonwoo as that was his core group of friends. You were just a side character brought in every now and then.

"A lot," Wonwoo finished for you.

You both shared a laugh as you nodded, confirming to Wonwoo that was the word you were looking for. Silence fell over the two of you for a moment. All that could be heard was the sound of people laughing from within the house and the crickets chirping in the backyard. It was peaceful.

"You know, I've always wanted to say more than hello to you, y/n. Thank you for letting me vent. I wasn't expecting for it all to just spew out like that," he confessed.

Looking at him, you nodded a blush had fully taken over his cheeks but a wide smile remained on his lips. He looked too adorable. The moonlight was highlight his facial features which left you starstruck. He truly was built like a God.

You scooted closer so you could wrap your arms around Wonwoo. He tried his best not to let his body go tense. Wonwoo just wasn't accustomed to someone showing him affection in such a physical way. To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he actually had a hug.

Slowly, his arms wrapped around you to pull you in closer. You didn't mind his hold on you was a bit tight. He clearly needed it. Your head rested on his shoulder, which allowed you to get a whiff of his cologne. Teakwood and oak. It made your heart fluttered.

But what really sealed the deal was feeling Wonwoo's head rest on top of yours gently.

"Always here for you, Wonwoo." "Promise?" He whispered. "I promise."

[aurumacadicus]

My partner dumped me yesterday, so could you please if you have time or inclination today, write a fluffy or sexy V-day prompt with WinterIron? I need some serotonin.

That's crummy my dude. Anyway Tony's bodysuit is this one.

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Tony had been freaking the fuck out since January fourteenth. JARVIS had asked him if he wanted to make plans for Valentine’s Day, since they needed to be made well in advance for such a popular holiday. Sure, it would be around four months that he and Bucky had been together, but was that early to do Valentine’s Day? He could admit to himself that he was pretty damn committed, but he knew that he went all-in way too quickly. He just wasn’t sure that Bucky was that committed. He’d said ‘let’s see where this goes’ and while he seemed to have fun, Tony couldn’t tell if that was in a ‘Tony’s comfortable enough around me, hot, and amenable’ way or in a ‘hey, this could be forever’ way.

He split the difference and bought the biggest Whitman’s Sampler he could find (Bucky and Steve had a fondness for the boxes, even if the recipes had changed from 1912), a nice watch, and an upgrade for his bike. Bucky still got finicky going out in crowds sometimes, so he wasn’t going to try and take him out on one of the busiest nights of the year. Chocolate, dinner in, and maybe some wine to end the evening with would be fine for a four-month relationship. Probably.

Tony had also splurged and bought himself something lacy. He and Bucky hadn’t been intimate long, just a couple months, but he thought, if there was a time to surprise him, maybe it would be on Valentine’s Day. If Bucky didn’t like it, he could play it off as holiday fun and then hide all his other lingerie, he figured.

Bucky had said he’d be busy until dinner time, but that was fine. Tony had to work that day, too, and if he was focusing on paperwork, he wasn’t focusing on whether he’d done too much, or too little, or the way the lace was pressing into his skin under his suit. It was fine. Everything was fine.

Except, when he was putting the bags of takeout on the counter to plate up, then he got self-conscious about the way the lace felt over his hips, around his chest. This was still new, he reminded himself, rushing back to his bedroom. Four months! What was he thinking?! He was gonna scare Bucky off. Sure, Bucky was open to new things in the bedroom, but maybe Tony had to ease him into full lingerie sets that cost more than Bucky’s entire wardrobe. Besides, he didn’t even know if Bucky liked Valentine’s Day. He’d had plans today, after all. Maybe he was only coming up for dinner because Tony thought it was special.

Okay. It was going to be fine. He just needed to change out of his suit and lingerie. He could put on one of his band tees and jeans. Bucky said he liked it when Tony looked… comfortable. Was that a compliment, Tony wondered, movements slowing to a stop. Was it a good thing to be called comfortable? It must be, he thought, hands slowly returning to the buttons of his shirt. Bucky always smiled slow and syrupy at him when he said it. He obviously liked it. Right?

…Right?

Tony hesitantly glanced in the mirror. He’d decided on a lace bodysuit, figuring a one-piece would draw attention away from the mess that his chest was. It also helped hide the fact that his abs maybe. Weren’t as defined as he would have liked anymore. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down around his thighs, turning to look at the back. Well, at least his ass still looked nice, he figured, frowning. Maybe he should go with the red silk thong instead of the whole… lace ensemble. He could try again when they were further into their relationship, probably. The thong would be fine. Everything would be fine.

“Tony,” Bucky said, sweeping into the room.

Tony spun toward him, surprised, mouth dropping open in shock. Bucky did not typically barge into his personal quarters. Usually, he sent a message via JARVIS or text. He still hadn’t gotten changed. And now Bucky could see everything, from his open shirt to his pants around his knees.

And Bucky appeared to be looking, if his wide eyes and gaping mouth were anything to go on. He was holding a large bouquet, Tony noticed distantly. Pinks and reds and pops of orange and yellow. He hadn’t gotten Bucky any flowers. Should he have?

“Well,” Bucky said, dropping the bouquet and approaching him with long, sure strides.

“Bucky?” Tony asked nervously, shuffling backward.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to take a romantic bath, but I see you’ve got the romance covered,” Bucky continued, as if he hadn’t heard him.

“You’re coming at me very quickly,” Tony squeaked, nearly tripping as his feet got caught in his pant legs.

Bucky’s face took on the focused expression he got when he was fighting, eyes sharp, every movement carefully calculated—predatory came to Tony’s mind. “And you’re going to be coming very quickly,” he told Tony seriously, and Tony squawked when a moment later, he found himself sailing through the air toward his bed.

Then what Bucky said actually registered, and he only had a moment to screech before Bucky leapt on him like a wild animal.

[lyrenminth]

Talk to me

Summary: Joe and you got in a discussion, so you went with your friend to get wasted and now Joe has to deal with your drunk ass.

Warnings: alcohol consumption.

Joe was watching film in his private room. After a discussion he always did that, avoiding conflict... avoiding you like a damn child. Still gets on your nerves when he does that because it is unfair and you're trying to make the things work here, and sometimes (most times actually) feels like you're the only one doing the work. Joe doesn't talk about his feelings quite often, he has an image to maintain even in front of his beloved ones. You wish he would open more to you, because during the season his moods are changing and it is difficult to understand what's going on. 

But this afternoon his behavior was unacceptable. 

"What?" You exclaimed, feeling anger gathering in your throat.

"I'm not going" he stated, simply, sitting on the couch staring at his phone.

"Joe, she is my best friend it's her wedding, I told you six months in advance" you said, not trying to hide your disappointment. He didn't even looked at you. 

Hiding, he was starting to walk away, not physically but you could see how is posture changed. 

"I went with you to all the events in your schedule,  and you cannot make a space for me?" you demanded.

"Well, you went because you wanted no because I asked you" he clarify, low voice.

You laughed, your stomach twisted and you felt nauseous.

"Just like that? I went because you're my partner, Joe. We're together, Mandy knows you since we started dating and she and everyone is going to asked me why my boyfriend of five years isn't with me!" you snapped, tears starting to build in your eyes. "You're such an asshole sometimes" you whispered before leaving the room.

After that discussion you decided not to stay in the house. You needed to stay away from him and reconsider everything. Because you did everything for him, and he couldn't do a simple thing for you and it hurt so much. 

Joe wasn't a bad partner, he was generous in private but his personality in private and in public were so different, sometimes you didn't know what to do.

You went to you room to got dressed with cute top with high rise jeans. After your discussion you talked to Mandy, and decided to get dinner and drinks together. 

Checking your bag in the kitchen before heading out, you caught a glimpse of Joe standing in the kitchen's door.

"Are you heading out?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Where are you going?" he crossed his arms.

"Do you even care?" you muttered under your breath.

"Baby..." he said, getting closer. You walked away from him, like his mere presence was the last thing you wanted to touch or see. It was partially true, if Joe touched you, it was over. The power he had over you was problematic to say the least. Besides, you made plans with Mandy already. "I know I'm an dick...I just...you know I'm not comfortable going to parties"

"You go to parties, just not my parties" you explained, flat.

He sighed, reaching for you. Unfortunately, his long arm reached your wrist. His other hand laying on your waist. The touch made your skin tingle, and his gaze...oh, Joe knew how to soft your heart.

"I'm sorry" he apologized, cupping your cheek "I'm going to Mandy's wedding, ok?"

"This is not the first time, Joe" you felt tears running down your cheeks "I need to be alone, let me go" 

"Can we talk when you comeback?" he wiped the tears away.

"May"

"Will you comeback?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Always" his blue eyes staring in concern. "I'm going to fix this"

"Can you?" you raised your eyebrows.

His eyes went dark. A challenge. Joe loved challenges. "Let me prove myself, darling" 

"I don't wanna do this if you feel obligated to do. I want you to be there because you want, because you want to spend time with me, Joe. Alright?"

He nodded, serious. "When are you going to comeback?"

"I don't know"

"I'll wait"

"As you wish" 

You walked towards the door, not glancing back once. Thankfully, your evening with Mandy went great, you drank until you started getting happier by the hour. Mandy didn't drank at all, since she was the designated driver.

Your dear friend took you home, ringing the bell of your house. You could barely stood up, but you smiled when Joe opened the door, glancing between both.

"Thank you for bringing her, home!" He said to Mandy before dragging you inside. 

"Bye bye!" You yelled. "I love you" sending kisses to Mandy who had a worried face "Joe! Joe!" you called him. 

"What? I'm here" he said annoyed, he was grabbing you by the waist to keep you steady.

"Helloo, Joe my love" you threw yourself at him, buried your face in his chest "My boyfriend has great tits!" you said, rubbing your face on his chest.

He laughed, and you felt the vibrations in his chest. 

"You're drunk as fuck, let's go to sleep" he said guiding you upstairs.

"Oh, but my boyfriend is going to get maaaad"

"Why?"

"I'm not a cheater!" you tried to move away from him but he grabbed you.

"I'm your boyfriend, dumbass" he said, half joking. Seeing you drunk it wasn't something Joe was used to.

"Are you?" you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

"Yeah, like for years now. Now let's go to sleep!" 

"No! If we are a couple" you searched for his hand "Then we should make it +18" you whispered, laughing. 

Joe rolled his eyes. In the bedroom he helped you too undress, and he left you in underwear. You went to brush your teeth, and he watched you to help you if you threw up.

"Do you want to threw up?" he wondered once you were in bed, you shook your head.

"My boyfriend doesn't want me" you said instead, covering half of your face with the sheets. "He leaves me alone all the time"

"It seems like your boyfriend is a dick" he contemplated.

"Righhhht"

"But he loves you, it just that...he doesn't know how to express it properly most of the times" you listened carefully, and nodded. Joe continued "He...he struggles with his own feelings, but everytime you are around he is less stressed, less  worried. He's happier" 

"He doesn't spend time with me, though" you added.

He sighed.

"People need space sometimes. I live surrounded of people who don't truly care about me, just what I give them. I'm a dick for saying those things to you" he lowered his gaze to the floor like a scolded child. "And I like to spend time with you, but only you"

"Joe..." You came to your senses for a bit. "Just talk to me"

"I'll try" Joe sometimes felt like his emotions were tight knotted inisde him, a mess he didn't want to deal with most of the times.

"And come to sleep, I'm cold" you called him, making a space in bed.

He laughed. "Yes, ma'am"

[sygneth]

Echoes of Elysium | Disco Elysium AU ...something?

Warnings

General warnings for my blog's content applies. Check here.

This AU is (rather) not very alternative. I am just trying to develop further events and some background for the characters, but even though I'm making research and I try to stay canon-compliant, only to fill in the gaps, I cannot guarantee it will never happen. Especially in this fandom, where many interpretations and paths are equally canon, we may not agree on some things, I hope you'll enjoy my point of view nevertheless. Some episodical OCs will appear too.

INDEX

EOE on ComicFury!

EOE on Tumblr:

Chapter 1: New Beggings -> START

EOE on AO3:

Main plot (uhh still in the process of uploading!)

Ficlet series (additional content)

LORE:

Precinct 41 plans and explanation

Plot outline

After Martinaise things are slowly getting back to normal, but the general atmosphere in the city gets thickens every day, La Retour is hanging in the air. Despite this, Harry is trying to stay sober and make amends. It's hard to say if Kim's appearance on the 41st is making things easier or harder between Harry and his old friends.

The Return happens. In the after-revolutionary mess, everybody tries to move on, but things are changing in almost every aspect of life. And on top of this, a particularly hard case drops and somebody has to take care of it.

The start of the project is directly after Martinaise, so forgive me this vague description, but I would hate to spoil the plot haha.

Okay, from now on additional info, still important but not crushial.

I want to focus on the relationship between the people of Precinct 41 and their internal experiences. Impactful events and thicker action will happen too, but mostly in the later chapters of this.

There are also some important premises of this AU I would like to highlight:

Kim was raised in an orphanage, presumably held by some Dolorian organisation (order?). Some of his old-fashioned manners and vocabulary are remainings after growing up in a religious environment (even if he's not very religious himself).

Eyes died around 9 months before the events from the game. Since then, Kim has been willingly working alone. His superiors were not very fond of that but somehow he managed not to get partnered with anyone.

Harry has no known family members left. At least as far as he and his friends know.

Jean and Harry's partnership started four, maybe five years ago. According to the game, it was "two years minimum" but personally I think those losers were stuck with each other for much longer.

Jean's years-long, unexplained depression has roots in some sort of personality disorder. Also, he is codependent on Harry, probably co-addicted too. He had problem with speed himself, however it's not nearly as serious as Harry's. I see him as more of a weekend/party drug user, as for now.

I assume that since the communist revolution gay relationships were technically legal in Revachol. Technically, because there are still no rights for same-sex couples and the social recognition is poor and rather negative (I got inspired by my own country in that matter)

That's all I can think of now. I will probably just add new information in the description of he pages.

Okay, cool, one last thing. What do you mean by "...something?"? Is this a comic? A fanfiction series? What am I looking at?

The answer is: I don't yet know. I am planning this to be mostly a comic, but I cannot say there won't be some written as fanfics parts or some kind of in-between media. I don't really want to limit myself to one medium only, but at this point, I have no idea what this will evolve into. I honestly just want to have fun lol

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "I want to reword a request I sent as it came out awkwardly. So rich yandere m/c and individual reactions from Joseph, Jean, Shaun, Ian, and Nick. M/c becomes attracted to him and will do whatever is necessary. They start working where he works and becomes friends. They invite him over to their house where he discovers a shrine of himself, which was not m/c's intent. They use this as an opportunity to profess their love. If he accepts, they spoil him rotten. If he rejects, they knock him out and tie him to the bedroom. How would they each react?"

Oooh okay I can definitely see them each reacting very interestingly~

Content: shrines, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, stockholm syndrome

Joseph:

He's pretty confused by the whole thing at first. He doesn't quite understand why you've got all those pictures of him and all those belongings of his...

He's not the type of yandere to have a shrine like that, so it genuinely doesn't process with him for a few moments

By the time he understands it, he's starting to get kind of creeped out by it. Seriously, it's weird. He doesn't like it

You're gonna have to knock him out and tie him up with something strong like chains

He'll definitely try to escape when he first wakes up, but if you keep on being sweet to him and comforting him... well, he's pretty easily persuadable

And by that I mean stockholm syndrome sets in fast

He's a very good captive. He eats what you bring him, he does what he's told, he's pretty... submissive about it all

Just give him some time, he'll come around to the idea with a little time in captivity...

Jean:

Oh is he flattered. This strokes his ego in just the right way. You're so dedicated to him that you have a whole shrine to him set up? The sight of it thrills him

He's never considered making a shrine to you, but now he's definitely thinking about it

He finds the mutual obsession to be so romantic! His heart skips a beat when he finds out you're as obsessed with him as he is with you!

He doesn't even need you to spoil him rotten, just knowing you're obsessed with him is enough!

Though... he won't say no if you want to spoil him...

He'll be your perfect little prince, never leaving your side and proving his undying loyalty to you in every way

You'd better not lose interest in him, because he's yours forever now, and he won't let you abandon him

Seriously, being obsessed with Jean once he wants you is the #1 way to his heart!

Shaun:

He's not sure whether to be creeped out or take notes. From the standpoint of someone who loves horror, it's pretty cool. But from a more personal standpoint...

Well, look. He's definitely flattered that you like him. And he doesn't mind obsession. But this is... maybe a bit much?

He's not sure. He's really not sure. So just to be safe, it's probably best to take him captive

Seriously, don't give him too long to think about it or he'll definitely decide that it's weird

He prefers his obsession to be quieter, more subtle. That's how his own manifests

But if you kidnap him and keep him with you, showing him everything he could have with you... well, you might just be able to change his mind...

He isn't immune to the allure of being spoiled by you

It'll take time for him to get over the whole shrine thing, but he'll come around if you ease him into it

Ian:

He's another one who's torn between fear and fascination. On the one hand, it's kind of scary that someone is so obsessed with him of all people. He doesn't understand it

On the other hand, he does like the security of knowing his partner is obsessed with him and won't leave him

It's really just a battle of his insecurity. Is he more excited that you won't leave or sceptical that you actually love him...

But the excitement will win out if you give him a little time to admire the shrine. He can't deny your love after that

He loves being spoiled rotten by you. He's a bit of a princess, and the idea of his partner being obsessed with him gets him flustered and excited

He'll be so clingy and needy and want to be by your side all the time if you'll let him

It makes him less afraid of you leaving him, definitely

He'll just bask in the obsession, and the security he feels comes with it

Nick:

Awwww how cute, you've made a little shrine to your little stalker <3 He loves it! He's so curious about all the things you put in it and why you chose them

You don't even have to confess your love, he understands just from seeing the shrine

He gets that you love him, and he reciprocates wholeheartedly!

He's so eager to show you his own shrine to you, he wants to show you how similar you are

This is exactly his type of obsession. It's perfect for him. He wants nothing more than for the two of you to spend the rest of your lives obsessed with each other

He wants to move in right away, to move your shrines next to each other, maybe even make a joint one!

He wants to spoil you as much as you spoil him. He'll do anything to see you smile

There's no hesitation from him, not even for a moment. Just pure joy and love from the moment he sees the shrine

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 7

Angel face + Teasing

I changed day 7 from Brahms to angel face cuz I really couldn’t find the will to write about the guy, so angel face it is, since he’s been on my brain for the past few days.

This is written in a headcanon format because the will to write has been escaping me today, and its easier this way. Hope yall still enjoy though. I sprinkled some Tyler in as well, as a treat.

 Kinktober list

-          You met the first-time during fight club, like many other people there. There was just something about you that stood out from the crowd. Where Angel Face stood out because of his hair, you stood out from the very way you carried yourself to the way you dressed.

-          You caught eyes wherever you went, even down in this dusty basement you seemed to be the main star. You had even caught Tyler Durden’s attention it seemed, as he called out to you for your fight during your first time there.

-          To Angel Faces surprise, Tyler called on him to be your fight partner. Angel face saw how eyes from all around rowed up and down your naked torso, trying with only their eyes to lick up from your abdomen to your neck.

  -          Fighting you was better than any fight Angel Face had been in before, he knew he was hard in his jeans after the first fist to his face, he started throbbing when you grabbed him by the neck with one hand and threw him against a column and rained hell down on him.

-          When Angel Face finally called quit, you helped him to his feet with ease. He clutched close to your chest, letting you wrap your arms around his small waist as you held most of his weight.

-          Even from his busted-up eyes, Angel Face could see Tyler Durden trying to devour you with his eyes, tonguing at the cigarette between his lips as if he was imagining licking the sweat and blood off you.

-          Tyler told the two of you to get cleaned up, so you dragged Angel Face upstairs, grabbing both of your stuff before crawling up the stairs.

  -          Angel Face was still rock hard in his too tight jeans, his legs dead weight beneath him. He pressed his blood covered face against your chest, almost rubbing against you like an affectionate cat.

-          When you reached the bathroom, you dragged the man with you inside and shut the door behind you. It was a single person bathroom, but it looked as run down as you’d expect from a bar like this. Throwing Angel Face down on the closed toilet, you dumped your shared things on a semi clean spot on the floor.

-          The blonde man couldn’t help but just lean back and watch you as you started cleaning yourself, rubbing your knuckles clean and splashing water on your face and chest, trying to wash away his blood that he had coughed all over you.

-          He could feel himself twitching as he watched your reflection, strands of his bleach blonde hair falling into his eyes as he breathed through his mouth, his nose too clogged up with his own blood to really work.

  -          When you were as clean as you could get you turned to him and looked him over, your eyes staying on his obvious erection for a moment longer. You moved over and pulled him up with ease, pushing him towards the sink.

-          You pulled him to you, his back to your chest as you wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him standing, using the other to start cleaning him. You watched as his eyes rolled as you rubbed your wet hands against his chest, flicking his nipple as you ran your fingers over it.

-          Cleaning his face posed more of a challenge with only one hand, but you got him mostly clean. When his face was cleaned up as well as it could be, he locked eyes with you through the mirror, his whole-body jolting and a moan worming its way out his throat as you grasped his cock through his pants, giving it a hard squeeze.

-          Just as he was about to cum from your touch alone you let go, letting him fall to the floor in a crumpled heap as you redressed yourself and grabbed your things, sending him a smirk so attractive and teasing it would make even Tyler Durden jealous before you left.

  -          You kept coming to Fight Club, the both of you did. And you kept cleaning Angel Face up after fights, where you’d always palm or grab his crotch, pulling and teasing just enough to get him just on the edge, and then you’d leave.

-          When Angel Face joined project mayhem you stopped seeing each other, as he was busy with the many jobs he had to do. But he could still at times find himself in the bathroom at the house, or at whatever place he could, jerking himself off and pinching and flicking at his nipples just imagining it was you.

-          Then one day you were at the house on paper street, but you weren’t wearing the uniform and hadn’t shaved your head. Angel Face could see other space monkeys itching to snap at you, to say the rules Tyler had worked into them.

-          That was until Tyler strutted down the stairs, his pants hanging lower on his hips than normal, and his shirt made of a sheer netted fabric that left little to the imagination. Angel Face could see the glint in Tyler’s eyes that he always got after a good fight, or when he had another great plan for project Mayhem.

  -          And seeing as Tyler welcomed you with open arms, the space monkeys had to accept you too.

-          That was how Angel Face found himself at your mercy again, being teased and prodded, his nipples going raw from how much you would suck, bite and pinch at them.

-          He knew his neck had to be littered in hickeys and teeth marks from how the others would glance at him, or how Tyler seemed to grin like a shark when he would see Angel Face.

-          One night Angel Face had been paired up with you for his weekly homework, apparently, he had to go start a fight with a group and win. You had just tagged along for the shits and giggles. You got the great idea of dragging Angel Face to a bar filled with the macho men project mayhem despised and shoved the blonde up against the wall as you started devouring his mouth.

-          It didn’t take long for the people at the bar to start glaring and spitting slurs at the two of you, but you just pushed your hands under Angel Faces black shirt and rucked it up his stomach, each inch of soft skin being exposed seeming to fuel the peoples anger more and more.

  -          When the fight broke out you fought alongside him, beating more of these people than Angel Face could ever have succeeded in himself. At some point the fight became so big you two weren’t even the target anymore, people just swinging on whoever they could.

-          You grabbed the bleach blonde and pulled him with you, mostly carrying him like the first night you two met. A while later you pulled him into an alley and shoved him against the wall like you had up against the column all that time ago.

-          He didn’t even have time to breath before you were on him again, your tongue licking over the inside of his mouth, the wet slurp sending a shiver down his spine. He could hear and feel you undoing his belt, and soon his cock bobbed into the cold night air.

-          When you attacked his throat, he tilted his head to the side to give you more room, loud whines and moans tearing their way out of his mouth, little care for who could hear or see them.

-          When you started jerking him off, he couldn’t control his hips, letting them jolt and thrust into your hands, the aches of the earlier fight, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the way your teeth and lips felt against his neck hurrying him closer and closer to his end.

  -          To his surprise you didn’t let go of him the last moment this time and he came, his vision whitening out as he moaned at the top of his lungs, white splattering your hand and the front of your clothes.

-          You chuckled at the expression on his face, licking into his open mouth and curling your tongue around his own a last time before pulling back. You tell him to clean himself up as you peck him on the tip of his nose and make your way out of the alley, going in the opposite direction of the house on paper street.

-          Angel Face gasped for breath as he tucked himself way, his legs still wobbly as he slowly made his way back to the house. When he got inside a couple of the other space monkeys looked him over but quickly went back to their business.

He heard a laugh behind him, and a hand patted roughly between his shoulder blades. Looking back, he saw Tyler grinning that predatory grin at him, the smell of cigarettes and soap filling his senses. “Hope you had fun, definitely looks it” he laughed, giving Angel face one last pat before he went on with whatever it was Tyler Durden passed his time doing

[shawol-poser]

hello!! i'm here for the matchup thingie ^^

• fandoms: shinee + exo

• pronouns: she/her

• mbti + ennea: isfp 4w5

• taste in fashion: i like more simple outfits. like shirts that are just a single color bc i'm not really into stamps and all. and the shirts are in more neutral colors like black & white, or colors in a darker shades, especially red and blue. i loove stripes tho. also sweaters are my thing, and crochet tops for summer. for bottom parts, whatever is comfortable which means i like mom jeans better than skinny jeans lol (sorry if this got too long shshsjsjsj)

• aesthetic tendencies: i'm not really into makeup, the only thing i put on is lip gloss. i keep my hair natural aka curly, i dyed it dark ginger sometime ago but now i'm growing it out and thinking about dying it black (naturally it is dark brown)

• favorite features on my self: hmm i like my eyes and eyelashes, also my lips, my collabones too kinda, and my hair when it's not a mess

• favorite group era: ok this is HARD (pun unintended) omg hmm for shinee i love 1 of 1, the vibes were great and they all looked so good in those colorful fits, so that's the one. for exo tho i'm torn between monster, ko ko bop and cream soda aghshshsjsjs but i will go with ko ko bop for a single reason: red mullet baek (aka the loml)

• what i like in a partner: i like respectful people, who don't pressure me and try to make me feel comfortable through small but meaningful actions. people who are rather quiet than loud really catch my eye, but i also enjoy being around more extroverted and talkative people, although i have a hard time keeping up with them most times

• a song that sounds like me: the archer by taylot swift :,) i relate to it soo much it's crazy. mitski's thursday girl too, and lana del rey's doin' time (a friend of mine once said this song has my vibe lol i took it as a compliment)

• 3 fav songs from the groups: ok now that's hard omgggg for shinee one is definitely lucifer (my fav tt of theirs), an ode to you, and 1 of 1 (honestly i'm still getting into their discography). for exo it's forever, she's dreaming and let me in (man i changed it like 10 times help)

that's ittt, please take your time with writing! and take care of yourself too <3

Hello!! Thank you so much for your patience, it was fun working on this, so thank you for the request! All matchups that I recieve will probably be around this length, give or take, so I hope this is fine!!

For SHINee, your match is: Taemin

Sweetie, can I just ask, are you okay? The songs that you mentioned are exceptionally interesting but also rather sad— Anyway, to start off, an ISFP 4w5, to my understanding, is someone who is very introverted and appreciates living a more average life, with very few but exceptionally exciting things. Just enough to make them not quite ordinary, but just enough to fly under the majority’s radar. 

As such, I believe someone that catches wind of your unusual “charm” or interests would become instantly interested in you. Especially someone like Taemin. 

More under the cut.

As an idol with a lot of accolades for both group and solo works, he’s definitely someone who outside of work greatly appreciates a sense of normalcy. Being an INFP, this also heavily implies that he’s more likely to be a homebody, and that he’s someone prone to sticking to what he knows and rarely tries anything new. Being with someone who feels like they’re immediately part of his average at-home lifestyle, yet still keeps him on his toes, is definitely someone that he’d like to have in his life. 

Besides, his personality is essentially a melting pot of all of his hyungs combined, so in his humble opinion, he’s all the fun that anyone could ever need. 

“Minho hyung? Aren’t I enough fun though? 6v6”

He thinks that the way you dress is so cute. To him, although a bit plain, the fact that such outfits compliment you so well is an ode to how naturally charming and attractive you are. And, because they’re more on the simple side, he can subtly match with you whenever you go out without catching too much attention. Nowadays, he’s more interested in looking soft and cute anyway. So if he needs an idea on what to wear, or how he’d want to style himself, he can always count on looking at you to feel inspired!

He also loves your au naturél look. While anyone can appreciate how pretty makeup looks, he especially appreciates how fresh and sexy you look with your natural skin, and glossy lips. For whatever reason, he thinks it goes well with your curly hair, and the mostly natural colors you dye it in! It’s like he’s looking at someone who is beauty incarnate, and he always feels that simply looking at you is like a breath of fresh air. Like after a long day, he can just hug and feel refreshed! 

Speaking of hair though, to an extent, Taemin can empathize with how stubborn and messy curly hair can get as he has had it at some point. If you’ll allow him, he’ll probably share some tips about how he managed to keep his tamed. (And if he can’t remember what that special hair thing was called, he’ll randomly ask his makeup and stylist noona about it)

Taemin is also very considerate and well attuned to the emotional needs of others thank to his INFP personality. Whenever he does something with you around, you can always count on him to ask if it’s something you’d like to do. And if not, given his hard-headed nature, he’d try and find a compromise that will still keep things fun and exciting for both of you.

Taemin also strikes me as someone who would take a little work with him home, as opposed to staying at a studio overtime. So he’d probably bounce some of his ideas for concepts onto you, and will willingly engage in lengthy conversations about what you think, how it could be possibly interpreted and received, and if it’s something that the fans would like. 

Overall, I think someone like Taemin would be greatly entranced by someone like you :DDD

For EXO, your match is: Suho

On the more Extroverted side of the spectrum, I believe Suho, Mr. Kim Junmyeon, would love to be your match!

As a natural born leader, Suho has traits that can easily stir an exciting and fun gathering into something easy and comfortable. Having a fair share of friends who are introverts themselves, along with members that are on that end of the spectrum as well, he knows how to take care of those that prefer observing and having fun with others as opposed to being the fun.

As an Extrovert, he is usually recharged when he hangs out with people he’s very comfortable with and loves sharing things that he’s interested in with them. 

This would extend to you! In the very likely scenario that he’s away on tour or preparing for a comeback, whenever something happens with the boys, or if he finds a pretty illustration or flower, he’ll snap a picture or two just to send you. One with just the object of interest, and one that has him in the frame, along with his famous uncle jokes as a caption or greeting. Most of the time, he’s sharing videos about him complaining about the members.

“I miss you like how the boys miss the point.”

He’s definitely the type of person that would want you to constantly think of him when something good happens in your life, so he’d want you to have a lot of happy memories to look back on whenever you meet. Things like picking out a matching outfit, taking candid photos of you, holding out a hand for you when crossing the road, things that make you feel properly girl-like because he wants to treat you with care. Ever the prince that he is.

He’s also the type of person that tends to take care of the people he’s with, almost in a motherly fashion. So even if he knows that you’re very capable and naturally charming, he’d love to help you out regardless. It’s a habit he’s picked up on as years of being a leader, but in the instance that you do even the smallest of favors for him, he’s eternally grateful. The boys would love you too after seeing how much their leader is whipped for you and would jokingly call both of you, “mom.” 

Nowadays, Suho is super into the “casual, effortless” style, so he’d find your own style of clothing very fresh and compliments his own very well. I can also see him as being the type of person that loves to be on camera and likes taking nice pictures of himself. So after getting inspired by those aesthetic posts of couples on pinterest, he would love to take those fun and casual pictures of the two of you, if you would let him.

He loves your eyes. Whenever you two eat together and you’re too absorbed in your food to notice, he likes to watch how your eyes blink and how your eyelashes kiss your grace your cheeks ever so often! He’ll have to remind himself to kiss them later when he sends you home. Though the thought of it makes him feel sort of lonely, he knows that you’d always just be a text or picture away whenever he does go back to work. But as long as he has you right now, he’ll make the most of what he can.

Overall, I think this princely leader would love to take care of you! :DDD

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💈💉👗😶‍🌫️🍅🖤 for pride and justice 🥰

ehHEHhehe thank you!! :3

💈 Have they ever worn a sex toy in public before? Would they like to, or prefer to make someone else wear one?

If you're like Pride and count nipple piercings as sex toys, then yes all the time. If you're normal, then he hasn't, but there's nothing he would enjoy more than being able to get off in public. That's his dream. He would also really appreciate fitting Justice with something, especially one of those app-controlled vibrating plugs so he'd be able to edge him for like... the whole day.

Justice would have to think about it for a while in order to get comfortable with the idea, but the idea of (for example) sitting in church while Pride has the ability to get him off at any time? Yeah that's deeply horny for him. He would only think about giving Pride something to wear if he was asked to do so, because he knows that Pride does not need a toy to get horny in public.

💉 Do they or a partner have any chronic conditions, disabilities, and/or mental health issues that make sex difficult? How do they and their partner(s) accommodate it?

So they both are extremely traumatized in different ways, Pride about his worth and having control over his life, and Justice about his purity and "usefulness." There are definitely ways that certain kink scenes can trigger some unpleasant emotions, but they plan things out as carefully as they can beforehand and talk about it after.

As for physical stuff, I went back and forth about giving Pride chronic muscle spasms when he starts becoming human. The wounds where he got his wings cut out were never able/allowed to heal properly, and as a demon they're just unusually fresh-looking scars that only hurt him emotionally. I thought about making them act more like real improperly healed wounds, considering how deep the cuts were and how traumatic it was, but I don't feel like I'd be able to handle it properly on top of everything else I'm trying to juggle, especially since they don't become more human until the end of the book. In my heart, it's a post-canon thing he has to deal with. Since your back is connected to basically everything, I can absolutely see certain positions or going too hard/fast setting it off. Justice would be more than enthusiastic about giving him massages before and/or after sex though. Maybe doing stretches together.

👗 Do they dress provocatively? How often?

Pride requires all of his outfits to be a minimum 25% slutty at all times. He wants to be the sexiest person at the grocery store. He is never prepared for cold weather.

Justice wears jeans and button-downs when he isn't wearing comfy sweaters or fun-pattered t-shirts. Most of the time he's only ever provocative by accident if you find very specific things provocative (rolled-up sleeves, accidental shirt riding up, etc.). He does have a handful of things that are provocative on purpose, in the brief instances he agrees to go clubbing with Pride and/or his friends. It's infrequent enough that the change in wardrobe is something Pride can always be dramatically horny about.

😶‍🌫️ They get a sultry look from a stranger at a public event, someone they may have only spoken to once, if at all. What’s their next move?

Pride is already across the room asking "my place or yours?"

Justice would have a hard time believing it was happening to him, but would get all flustered about it. He wouldn't go over and make any sort of move, he's simply too shy for that. They would have to come get him themself if they were really committed.

🍅 Is it “having sex”, “fucking”, or “making love” to them? Are they all different categories?

Justice doesn't swear, so he's only ever used the first and third phrases. To him, they're almost the same. There's a small distinction in his mind between "having sex" with Pride (the rougher stuff) and "making love" to him (emotional stuff), but every time they've gone to bed, in his mind, it's been out of love. They wouldn't do these things if they didn't care about each other on some level, even when it's something as simple and lazy as "I'm bored, do you want to have sex?" To Justice, they're different things under one umbrella, love and trust.

For Pride, all three things are rigidly defined categories, especially since he'd never had sex with anyone he loved before Justice. It was all either completely casual, no-strings-attached stuff, or with Lust... he was basically using sex as a coping mechanism and self-harm at the same time. He did not have the healthiest view on sex, the idea of even calling it "making love" was absurd to the point of comedy. After Justice and character development, he like... gets it now. He understands why it can be so emotional.

Still, he has a more casual view about it. "Having sex" is pretty much anything that results in an orgasm that doesn't require a ton of effort, most hook-ups and spontaneous sex with Justice falls into this category (though he will still say "fuck" because he loves swearing). "Fucking" is for explosively lustful activities, or when he's desperate for a lot of sex. Most kink falls into this category and "having sex" can turn into "fucking" if it's rough or lasts for long enough. "Making love" is something he really only thinks about in relation to Justice, and he'd only count a few (very emotional, very vulnerable) times in that category.

🖤 Is their favorite kink different from the one they do the most scenes for? Why the disconnect?

Pride is a huge masochist, and unfortunately this is not something Justice will ever be able to help him indulge in. Hurting other people makes him way too upset, even if Pride is okay with it, so that's something they'll simply never do together. He's gone through the 5 stages of grief about it, but there's always jerking off alone in his room to help him out 🙏

They kinda already do all of Justice's favorite things? I guess one area that Justice likes and Pride is way too impatient for is shibari, since it takes time to learn all the ties and requires sitting still for longer than 2 minutes. Justice mostly practices knots on himself, and Pride knows a few basic ones in case he's in A Mood. Occasionally, Pride will be able to sit still long enough to let Justice try something on him, but it's an uncommon treat.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Joel Miller x f/Reader (18+)

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Cockwarming. P in V. Age gap (Reader is in their 20/30s, Joel, 40s.) Blowjob (m receiving)

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WC: 1868

Summary: f/Reader is a good friend of Joel's. Joel is extremely stressed about not hearing from Tommy, and she decides to help him relax.

YN'S POV

I saw him before he saw me that first day. A man who has seen things, who has had to do what he had to do to survive. He learned how to survive in the Boston QZ. He got to know the right people to get stuff in and out of these walls, either himself or other people.

Joel Miller was a quiet man, who people learned not to get on his bad side because if you did, he made sure to show you why you never cross him.

And that is why I have always tried to stay on his good side. He knows he can come to me for anything and he has when he has needed me.

Mostly when he needs stitching up or when he needs a partner to do some extra job to get more money. He can count on me and I on him. Like when I got sick. I didn't have the money for medication and Joel worked his ass off to make sure I got the money.

I later found out he made a deal with the guard who bought pills from him to get the medication. Either way, the thought was there.

But I always told him I would be there and never leave his side and that is why I am here, instead of at my place. I am sitting across from Joel on the couch, reading one of the few boys that I have been able to find as he is staring angrily outside.

There is a massive storm happening and all work got cancelled. No work means no money, which means I have one very pissed-off Joel on my hands.

He isn't far from reaching the amount he needs to buy whatever part he needs for the vehicle he has hidden away.

"You know the weather isn't going to change if you keep glaring at it." I teased him as I quirked one eyebrow up. He glanced at me, grunted and went back to glaring out the window.

A few more minutes went by and his foot started to tap. I knew he was getting more and more agitated. "Joel, why don't you read a book?"

"Got nothing to read."

"Do a puzzle." Even saying that sounded stupid.

"Do I look like a puzzle guy?"

"Well, all do things we don't usually do when we are bored Mr Miller." I didn't even bother to look at him as I said that.

The foot tapping seemed to get louder with each passing minute. Between that and the rain splattering, it was driving me crazy.

"Joel, do you want me to leave?" I sighed as I closed my book.

"No, I enjoy your company."

"Start acting like it. I mean, I can step out of the room if you need to jerk off or something." I am probably the only person that can talk to Joel like this and I looked at him straight in the eyes as I said it, expecting a grumpy reply.

But he didn't say anything. He just looked away and my mouth fell open. Joel Miller needs to get off. He is so bored and he can't keep his hands busy.

"Joel," He held his hand up to stop me from speaking.

"Quiet YN, if I wanted you to leave so I could jerk off like I was a horny teenager, I would have asked you to leave."

"Well, before you interrupted me, I was going to offer to help you." My mouth seemed to be talking on its own. I wasn't going to say that. Not at all.

JOEL MILLER'S POV:

"Well, before you interrupted me, I was going to offer to help you." 

I was at a loss for words at her offering to help get me off. I could feel my already half-hard dick twitch in my jeans. I watched as her eyes looked down at my lap and then back into my eyes.

"I don't need your pity YN."

"You know how frustrating you are? I am just trying to help you out before you give yourself an aneurysm." She stood up in a huff, grabbing her things and ready to walk out that door when I heard myself speak.

"Fine."

"You are going to let me help you?"

"Yes, but we do it my way." A thousand different thoughts were going through my head. Never thought that this would ever happen.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

She took off her shoes and just as she was reaching for the button on her shorts, the power went out. Which is normal but it is pitch black outside due to the storm and I can't see shit.

"Joel, should we continue?"

"Yes," I said calmly but inside my head, I was screaming at her to take off her clothes.

I pulled down my pants just enough to let my cock finally be free. I hissed as it bounced off my stomach. The cool air is a bit too much now for my body.

I heard her soft steps as she walked closer to me. "How do you want this Joel?" YN asked me softly, as she got closer to me. I could see her whenever there was lighting.

"Just follow my lead YN." I grabbed her hand as she straddled me. I can feel her breath on my face as I reached between our two bodies. I groaned low in my chest when I felt how wet her pussy was.

I let go of her hand as she placed both hands on my shoulders and gripped my cock, rubbing the tip against her, trying to get it wet. I stopped moving and placed my cock at her entrance, waiting for her to sink.

My head flung back against the back of the couch as my tip finally entered her warm, wet pussy. "Joel." She whined.

"I know baby, I know. You are doing so great." I breathed out. I am bigger than most men and even the most experienced woman has trouble taking me and I know YN hasn't been with many people, so I am a bit too much for her.

"So big. Too big." I groaned at the filthy compliment as she slowly took another inch of me. My hands are on her hips, gripping them.

Wanting nothing more than to slam her down onto my lap. To feel her walls get so tight around me that it feels like she is trying to choke my cock.

YN'S POV:

I whimpered when he didn't move. I tried to move but he just kept me still. I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my head in the curve of his neck as he took over.

We didn't move. I tried to move my hips back and forth, to give myself some type of friction, but he slapped my ass and told me to stop moving.

"So perfect like this, you know that? Sitting here, pussy stuffed full of my cock, like you are mine." Joel growled out as he grabbed my ass in his hands and dug his nails in my skin, not enough to break any skin but enough to let me know that I will have his mark on me.

"You're gonna stay here with me." He groaned as he pounded into me. My legs were over his shoulders and they were shaking as I was so close, but trying not to cum.

His hips were bouncing off me as he fucked me like his life depended on it. "Joel," I whined.

"I know baby, just hold on a bit longer. Pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock." His voice was fading as I couldn't hold back anymore.

I screamed out his name as I came, hard. My whole body shaking as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I almost blacked out, but I felt Joel pull out of my still-spasming pussy and place me on the floor, on my knees.

JOEL MILLER'S POV:

I knew YN couldn't hold on much longer, but she was trying. A few more hard thrusts and she was done for. She was the prettiest thing I have ever seen as she came, spasming around my cock, making me almost cum inside of her.

I fucked her through her orgasm and when I knew I was close, I pulled out of her and placed her on the floor.

"Open your mouth." She did as I asked as I sat there and jerked myself off, looking down at her as she stared back up at me. I placed the head of my cock on her tongue and I growled when her lips wrapped around it, my fist still wrapped around it.

"You gonna swallow for me? Oh fuck you are cause your my girl aren't you YN? Oh shit, oh shit." I gripped the back of her head and cried out her name as I forced more of my cock into her mouth as I came.

I can hear her gagging as she choked at the pure volume that I was coming but she was trying to swallow it all.

I pulled out and the last little bit got on her face. Long before this point, the power came back on and as I finally caught my breath, I looked down at YN who was just smiling at me, with my cum on her face and chin. Dripping down onto her heaving chest.

"You good now Joel?" She asked me sweetly rubbing my thighs. Making my softening cock, twitch.

"Mmm, I think I am still stressed."

"I don't know if my pussy can take another pouring Joel."

"You got another hole that I have been dying to fuck. Don't worry, I will take care of you."

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire, Polyamory is the Norm AU

Rating: G

Category: F/M, Multi

Relationship: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart/OC/Jean d'Arc - V relationship, pre-triad

Prompt(s): Multiamory March: V Relationship and Polyam is the norm AU from @polyamships and Fluffbruary in March: Dance from @fluffbruary

Summary: Mozart was satisfied with being best friends with his girlfriend's other boyfriend, after all, he and Jean had been friends before Amy even came into their lives, so why would it change? He couldn't imagine that a simple action like a dance would make him face the fact that feelings do indeed change.

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Love was mysterious. It could grow from a spark without the person noticing, without the person being able to point when it started to grow, until it was so strong they could barely contain it anymore.

Other times, one kind of love would slowly shift into another, equally sudden and surprising, and sometimes the change was harder to notice.

In Mozart’s case, he didn’t notice the change until the last moment, when it was offered to him, and only because the shift wasn’t one-sided and because his girlfriend was very supportive.

He wasn’t even expecting falling in love in this life and he had always considered himself monogamous, despite people thinking he was strange for it.

When he had encouraged his girlfriend to try to help his best friend and they started falling in love, though, Mozart noticed he didn’t mind sharing her. At least not with Jean.

He still didn’t want another partner for himself, but gone was the idea of there being only one true love and everyone else deciding to have more partners for more logical, instead of emotional reasons.

In fact, with a little time, he noticed a warm feeling at watching the two, and when the three of them were together.

Then his feelings changed again one stormy night, while the three were gathered in the music room.

Amy had always been anxious during storms. Sometimes she hid it well, at others, not so much. And although Jean didn’t hate the rain as he did before, he got anxious because he wanted to protect Amy from something he could do nothing against.

Although all Amy really needed was one of them keeping her distracted, Jean often took her to Mozart and the three spent that time together.

That night, he played one of Amy’s favorite songs to calm her. Despite his mere presence calming her from her anxiety most of the time, Amy was still a little moody unless kept busy, or calmed down with a song.

She had smiled at him, before turning her attention to Jean and casually asking him for a dance.

Jean didn’t know how to dance, of course. He never had any need to learn. That didn’t deter her, though.

“You are a good fighter. It isn’t that different. Just a matter of getting used to it.”

Mozart didn’t say it, but he thought it was inherently different for most people. He didn’t tell her that, because he had watched Amy fencing with Jean before. From her, dance and fight looked the same.

He played for them, watching Amy trying to teach Jean. They made for a beautiful picture together. So elegant as Jean finally managed to keep up to his girlfriend’s movements. He was a fast learner.

There was that feeling of contentment again. They were made for each other and it didn’t bother Mozart much. He never expected it would be like that.

At the end of the dance, Jean kissed the back of Amy’s hand, and she gave him a polite bow, thanking him for entertaining her. Then she stood on her tiptoes, warped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They stayed for a moment longer in each other’s arms and Amy whispered something to Jean, who looked a little nervous, both taking side glances towards Mozart, who gave them an inquisitive look in response.

He was about to ask, but Amy chuckled and left Jean, sitting by his side instead.

“What is it?” He finally asked. Amy had one of her rare mischievous looks he wasn’t often comfortable with.

Amy only kissed him and motioned towards Jean, who approached him.

“May I have one dance as well?” Jean didn’t look him in the eye as he offered a hand to Mozart.

Why? Mozart questioned for a moment. It wasn’t a common thing to ask of another male. Maybe in social situations where nobles sought favor from one another, or friends without an escort didn’t want to be disturbed.

Otherwise, there was a purpose to such an invite. But what had prompted Jean to ask? Amy? It was likely, especially when she nudged him, and Mozart finally accepted his friend’s offer.

Jean’s touch was hesitant and Mozart stiffened when a hand wrapped around his waist. Why was his heart beating so erratically? The proximity between them never felt so awkward and the warmth of where their hands touched the other’s body wasn’t helping him relax.

No. He knew why. He had noticed how his feelings had changed for a while. He’d never given attention to how familiar that change was, though.

Now he was very aware of these familiar emotions

In the background, Amy played a romantic song on her violin, adding to the mood of the moment, as if she was aware of his emotions.

Or it wasn’t about him. Jean was the one who asked for this dance. She had encouraged him to, and he had already noted it wasn’t a common thing to ask.

Did his emotions reflect these of the man who had him in his arms? Did their hearts beat in the same harmony that their bodies moved? Was he desired with the same intensity of his own desire, that only kept growing the more they stayed close?

He looked up at Jean, trying to catch a glimpse of emotion in his friend’s eye, but Jean was focused on his steps.

Mozart sighed and tried to push these stormy emotions aside to refocus his attention to the dance, but his mind kept wandering to how gracious Jean was once he got more confident and used to the dance, or how their bodies fit well together, not much different from what he’d seen in Jean and Amy.

When it ended, Mozart waited for Jean to release him, but his friend didn’t. He was actually looking Mozart in the eyes for once, but his intentions were unreadable.

“Jean?” After a moment, Mozart broke the silence.

“Sorry. It is nothing.” Jean locked away again, then looked back and, like he’d done with Amy, kissed the back of Mozart’s hand. “Thank you for this dance, mon ami.”

Mozart thought he heard Amy let out a sigh from behind him, but as Jean finally released him, their girlfriend was already by their side.

“You two are just so sweet.” She chuckled. “My beautiful boys. You don’t mind if we spend the rest of the night together, do you?”

It wouldn’t be the first time, but given the current circumstances, Mozart minded. And by the brief flash of emotion that crossed Jean’s face, so did he.

But their girlfriend looked at them with so much expectation, that neither of them dared turning her down.

It would be a long night, but maybe that would give him time to face his feelings. And who knew what tomorrow would bring?

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[thegeeksideofsr]

Dressed Up

Just another blurb. Might make a part two if y'all are interested ☺️

Edit: since a bunch of people where interested I did write a part two, I just got got to add it here. So here ya go!

Part Two

"Sophie, do I have to wear this? Why can't you or Parker be the distraction in a dress?"

"Because, Parker and Hardison are breaking into his safe, while I distract his partner, you and Eliot have to distract the mark. And you look beautiful. Turn around so I can do the last touches on your hair."

I turn in place, facing the full length mirror on the wall of Nate's bedroom. The dress is beautiful, but not something I would normally wear. Jeans and a t-shirt are much more my style.

Sophie finishes what ever it is she's doing to my hair, letting out a happy noise.

"Do a spin for me. I want to see the whole look."

I do a spin in place, the skirt of the dress flaring out as I spin. I can't help the laughter that comes out, I may prefer jeans, but a dress that fluffs out when you spin is a special feeling.

"Ah! You look beautiful. We should get you involved more often."

"In your dreams. This is an emergency case."

"Well, any who. Just wait till Eliot sees you. You might distract the wrong person tonight."

The look of mischief on her face tells me this was her plan along. She had been trying to set me and Eliot up for weeks since she figured out I liked him. She even got the others involved.

"No, Sophie. Please stop. You can try as much as you like, nothing is going to change. So please, just let it go."

She looks at me, like she's trying to figure out how to respond. She comes up to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Eliot likes you too. I can tell. He just needs a push."

"Sophie, I don't want to push him. If he needs to be forced into liking me, then it's not worth it. I don't want anything forced. He should do it on his own. I'm perfectly fine being friends. We are good as friends."

She nods, then steps back.

"Alright. I'll back off."

"Thank you, Sophie."

"Alright, I'm going downstairs. Hopefully the others are ready to leave."

I nod, then she leaves. I turn and look in the mirror one more time. The dress is beautiful, and flattering to my figure, Sophie styled my hair out of my face, but kept it lose and soft. She did make up as well, but not a lot, just enough to match the dress and occasion. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the anxious feeling in my stomach.

I hear Nate call up the stairs asking if I was coming. I take one last deep breath and head for the stairs.

As I make the last turn Hardison looks up at me. A grin spreads across his face, Eliot looks at him, then follows his line of sight towards me. His eyes widen, and gapes a little bit.

"You just gonna stand there and gawk, Eliot?" I ask in a snarky tone mask my anxiety.

"Probably."

"Well, stop. You look like an idiot."

I step off the last few steps and make my way towards the group, standing next to Parker. I can feel Eliot still starting at me, but I ignore it and focus on Hardison and his antics about me wearing a fancy dress.

" Damn, woman. You look amazing. You're gonna do great tonight."

I smile at him, then turn to Nate as he goes over the plan once more. Once he's done and we are finally heading out the door, I turn to Eliot.

"This isn't gonna be a thing tonight, right?" I ask him.

" No. What do you mean?"

"I mean you haven't stopped staring at me since I came down, and if you keep that up it might be an issue for the mark I'm supposed to be distracting."

"Don't worry it's not a problem," he gumbles as he walks out the door.

"It's totally gonna be a problem," I mutter under my breath.

I grab my coat, turn the last light off, and head out the front door, making sure it's locked behind me. I let out one last sigh as I put my coat on. It's gonna be a long night.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Content Warning: Toxic Masculinity, Internal Homophobia.

Sirius and his Ginger.

"Oh God! You are here already? I am not nearly beginning to be ready"

That was the first thing that Lily said to them as she opened the door. Sirius didn't know she was here. She looked like the owner of the house. With comfy clothes. James' Gryffindor hoodie. And two badly made braids.

Monty and Effie shouldn't be happy that Lily practically lived here.

"It's nice to see you too, darling" Remus smiled.

Sirius wasn't patient. The party had already begun. He had been in a bad mood because he couldn't find the right outfit for himself. And Remus had teased him. Sirius didn't want to discuss. But he was irritated.

Sirius had to learn to have Lily Evans around. She was James' girlfriend after all.

But Lily and Sirius didn't get along. Sirius was friends with Marlene and Mary. They were cool. He even liked Dorcas. But Lily was... different.

Sirius teased her just like he did with everyone. But apart from that, they hadn't crossed much words. They had nothing in common. Sirius found Lily's personality annoying. She questioned everything he did and said.

And she was taking James away. She had rejected his best friend for years, treating him like shit. And now she was all possessive of him. James was changing because of her.

"What? You took a lot of time shagging and lost track of time?" Sirius said, trying to make it sound like a joke. But even himself could notice how annoyed he was.

"Sirius..." Remus protested. Remus loved the Ginger.

Sirius sometimes missed it when it was just the four of them. And it was hypocritical to say something. Because he was in a relationship with Remus as well. And he spent a lot of time with him. But damn. It was what Sirius felt. James and Lily acted like a married couple sometimes.

"Very funny, Padfoot" James walked up to them with a big grin on his face.

In contrast with Lily, James was well dressed and gorgeous with a nice shirt and dark jeans. He stank of cologne as well. Sirius thought men cologne made him more attractive. Not that he didn't prefer Remus' chocolate and book scent. He smelt like a grandpa. But Sirius loved him.

Lily went bright red at Sirius' comment.

"We weren't shagging" she protested as she walked back inside and they could follow her "We were watching a movie and I fell asleep. And Mr. Potter here didn't wake me up!" she emphasized this by putting her hands on her hips.

James smiled "You looked like a perfect beautiful angel" he said "I couldn't wake you up, baby"

Sirius almost rolled his eyes. But James envolved his arms around him first. The cologne was too strong. It made Sirius' nose go itchy.

"And you are my beautiful naughty devil" James said on Sirius' ear but loud enough for everyone to hear.

And he slapped his butt. Sirius smiled.

It was their thing. They joked around, flirting with each other all the time. All of their friends were used to it. Sirius knew Remus usually rolled his eyes and Lily tutted when they saw their partners like this, but they were always smiling. They found it funny and adorable.

James and Sirius were like brothers. And that was all.

But Sirius still bit his lips and blew James a kiss. James chuckled as he moved to ruffle Remus' hair.

"Hiya Moony!"

"Hey Prongs"

Remus hated when people did that to his gorgeous curls. But he only let James do it. Sirius reckoned he secretly loved that affection from James. Thing that he did only to him.

"No worries" James said as he put his hands on his hips and Remus fixed his hair "I bet Lily would get ready in no time"

Lily nodded enthusiastically "Yeah"

But it was pretty obvious that she didn't even believe it herself. Girls always took plenty of time to get ready, right?

Knowing Marly, she would text Sirius nonstop until he got there. God she was so clingy and Sirius loved her. But tonight he wasn't in a mood for partying. The wicked witch (aka his mother) had called him again this morning to tell him how much of a failiure he was. And she got out the worst mood in him.

"I have the outfit" Lily continued backing up "Well I have to pick one of the three I brought..." she was already climbing the stairs like crazy "And just fix my face and hair... Be ready in no time!"

The three Marauders heard the Ginger murmuring curses in her delicate girly voice. Sirius thought she was cute which was annoying.

"I bet we could actually finish the Lord of The Rings Saga while we wait before she is ready" Remus commented.

Sirius' boyfriend was extremely adorable because he was that asshole that thought his own jokes were hilarious. Like that sarcastic uncle that said something funny in the most unappropiate moment.

"Lily won't take long"

James knew Lily would take long.

"Prongsie..." Sirius groaned "Marlene is texting... She is like my bloody wife..."

James chuckled "And Wormy?"

"He said he Mary picked him up already because we are taking too long" Remus explained.

"Yeah!" Sirius exclaimed opening his arms.

"Blimey Sirius!" James tutted "We sometimes had to wait longer for you to fix your hair just to get to class, remeber?"

Sirius rolled his eyes as Remus laughed.

"Not true!" he pouted.

"True" Remus wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek.

Sirius pretended to be offended.

"Oi Moony..." James said as he patted his pockets "You're in your car, right?"

Remus inherited his mum's old truck after she died. And it was that old that it was falling apart. Sirius hated that trunk but it was significant for Remus, so he didn't say anything. They were hoping to get to the party in James' sweet Volvo.

"Yeah"

"Can you take me to buy some beer while we wait? I don't want to arrive to the party empty handed..." That was one of the most beautiful things of James' personality.

"Sure..." Remus said.

"Your Volvo?"

"Monty borrowed it because his Mustang is on the mechanic"

"You mean we will have to go in Remus' old carriage?"

"Hey!" Remus protested.

"No offense love, but we can die driving it" Sirius smiled

"Fuck you, love" Remus smiled as well.

"Good point..." James agreed.

"Or you can walk there as well" Remus shrugged.

James giggled "Okay Moons... roll me to the store in your sweet ride..."

Remus rolled his eyes as they started walking to the door.

"I'll go with with you" Sirius followed them.

"It's okay, handsome" James stopped him "Can you keep Lily company?"

Sirius didn't want to keep Lily company.

"But..."

"We won't take long...."

"Jamees...." Sirius whinned like a baby in a tantrum.

"Siriuuus...." he used the same tone.

Sirius made a pout. He could see Remus smiling behind James. And James smiled as well.

"I love you..." he said, as he kissed Sirius' cheek "And I love Lily..." another kiss "My two loves talking wonders about me while I get some beer.... Paradise!"

"Jameees..." Sirius protested as James and Remus crossed the door.

"Have fun" Remus said.

"Moony..."

"Bye bye darling!" James chanted as he closed the door on Sirius' nose.

Sirius sighed in frustration. It would take them so bloody long to get to that party.

"Don't wait for me awake, darling" he texted Marlene "Stuck with your ginger friend"

"Nobody cares if you come" Marlene texted back "Plus I am already drunk and my girlfriend looks so cute. You suck"

"Love you too"

"Jaaaameees!!!" Lily screamed from upstairs, Sirius blinked in annoyance "Do you think I can use your mum's hair dryer?"

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"Aaaaarg!!!" Lily groaned for the tenth time "This is not working!"

Sirius tried not to roll his eyes again and focused on his phone. Everyone was uploading stories about the party and he wasn't even there.

"This dress makes me look fat" Lily concluded as she looked at her reflection in James' mirror "Right?"

"Mhm...." Sirius wasn't even looking.

"I better use the lilac blouse with the black trousers... These are my best trousers..."

"Yeah sure..."

Lily sighed and began unzipping the dress when her eyes met Sirius' in the mirror. And Sirius realized he was staring. He felt stupid. So he moved his eyes back to his phone.

"Look away"

"What?"

"I am about to get naked"

Sirius laughed. He had been peeing when Lily got into the dress. So he didn't see her get changed. But it wasn't a big deal.

"Not interested, love" he said in a flirty tone.

Lily grabbed the pillow next to her and erased Sirius' grin by hitting his face.

"OUCH!"

"Just turn around!"

"Lily, I am gay!"

"And I don't like people seeing me naked"

"How about James?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Lily hit him with the pillow again, but Sirius could she how she got red.

"Okay fine! Jesus!" Sirius exclaimed as he turned around "It is not a big deal"

"You're a wanker"

That made Sirius giggle.

There was a minute of silence as Lily got changed.

"You're not fat"

"What?"

Sirius didn't know why he said that.

"You're very fit..."

"Oh shut up!"

"So hot and sexy..."

"Asshole!"

Sirius laughed this time.

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Lily finally chose her outfit and dried her hair, but it had felt like an eternity. Sirius texted Remus but he didn't answer because he was probably driving and he didn't even look at his phone while he drove. Sirius texted James but he only replied with gifs of monkeys sending kisses and little girls raising eyebrows flirting. So Sirius sent a middle finger emoji. He sighed and put his phone away.

Lily was next to him, opening her little bag of makeup and looking at herself in the little mirror.

"How long will you take?"

"Ages..."

"Fuuck...."

"I would've prefered that Remus stayed with me" Lily snapped.

"Me too, darling" Sirius answered "Me too"

Lily was silent after that, working on her makeup. So Sirius got bored and he started checking the things on Lily's makeup bag, opening lids and smelling things.

"Not touching!" Lily protested.

Sirius dropped the pencil he had grabbed.

Sirius had always been fascinated about how brushes and colors and other weird tools could paint girls' faces like that. Sirius was an artist, so he was interested in that.

It wasn't fair. Girls had makeup, jewlery and nail polish to decorate themselves. While boys only had to chose a boring shirt and boring trousers.

"So stupid..." Sirius said pretending not to be curious "What is this?"

He picked up a tool that looked like scissors but without knives. Lily took it away from him and put it back in the bag.

"Blimey! Patience is your virtue"

"I've been told" Sirius grinned, but he rolled his eyes when Lily didn't notice.

Lily bit her lip as she took a palette of eye shadow. So many different colors it had.

"You don't like me very much, right?" Lily said it softly, like a murmur. And good thing the music Lily had put on her phone was low, because otherwise Sirius hadn't been able to hear her.

And Sirius was speechless.

"We are in the same friend group and I am dating your best friend..." Lily continued "That's why we forced to get along, but I don't think we are actually friends, are we?"

Lily wasn't looking at him. She was staring at her shadow palette intensely.

Sirius actually didn't know what to say. He had been caught off guard. It was true what Lily was saying but Sirius never expected anyone to awknoledge that.

"I don't think so" Sirius felt guilty saying it out loud but he didn't know what else to say.

Lily moved her mouth.

"I mean... I've been trying hard for you to like me because you are important to James and I want to be a good girlfriend...." Lily continued "But..." she chuckled "I don't know why it is so hard... It wasn't hard with Remus and Peter...."

I'm sorry. Sirius wanted to say. But he didn't dare.

Perhaps he had been a bit hard on her. Maybe jealous that James wasn't as much around. Things weren't the same since they graduated from Hogwarts. The Marauders weren't quite The Marauders.

"I mean..." Sirius cleared his throat "We don't... we don't have much in common"

Lily nodded "We have James in common..." she said "We have Remus in common. We have friends in common.... We have went to the same school and were Gryffindors...."

"Okay perhaps we have things in common..." Sirius interrupted, feeling extremely guilty.

Lily had been only an obsession for James at first. A crush that would never feel the same. It was fun and jokes, so Sirius thought. But then Lily gave James a chance. And they fell in love. And Sirius didn't know what to feel about that.

Perhaps it was selfish to think James was only his. That James couldn't have important people for him besides Sirius.

And it wasn't fair because Sirius got angry when James felt the same back when Remus and him started dating. James felt left out. But Sirius made him understand no one was going to replace him as his best friend. Sirius loved him so much. Not quite like Remus but as strongly.

And now he was doing the same with Lily. He was not letting James have a girlfriend besides a best friend. It wasn't fair for her.

"You are a good girlfriend" Sirius said. Lily looked at him curiously "James adores you. And he will adore you no matter what. Even if his best friend is a shitty wanker"

Lily nodded "Yeah... His best friend is... a complete asshole...."

Sirius smiled. And Lily let out a chuckle.

It was difficult to say something that would make things right or something. Sirius wasn't good with words. All he did was joke and tease. He wasn't comfortable when things got serious (no pun intended).

So instead, Sirius took a another thing from Lily's makeup bag. It was a sharp brush that could actually hurt someone.

"What's this?"

Lily chuckled.

"Don't tell me you don't know what a mascara looks like"

"This? You put this near your eye?"

Lily tutted but she was smiling "You're so basic"

Sirius smiled at that. Perhaps they could actually get along... and become friends...

Lily received a text then, and when she checked her phone her smile disappeared from her face.

"Oh shit!"

"What?"

"Remus' trunk died in the middle of the road..." Lily explained reading the text

"Remus is gonna hate that"

And Sirius hated himself for being kind of pleased about it.

"James says they are stuck in the middle of nowwhere and they are trying to find a way to get the trunk to get fixed"

"Fuuck!" Sirius groaned, dropping his head back.

"James says we can grab a taxi to the party if we want" Lily continued "But they probably won't make it"

Sirius sighed "Too late..." he said "Everyone will be drunk by now so what's the point?"

Lily shrugged. They were silent after that. Sirius was trying to find something clever to say or do. He didn't want to be awkward with Lily. He wanted to tease her until she got angry. Like before.

Maybe they weren't friends. But they had their dynamic already.

Then he realized she was looking at him with a big smile on her face.

"What?"

Lily bit her lip.

"What if I make you pretty?"

"I am already pretty, ginger"

"Can I do your makeup?"

Sirius snorted. This was ridiculous.

"Only girls use makeup"

"Not neccesarily true..." Lily said, shaking her head "Plenty of men use makeup. Rockstars for example"

Lily sound pretty convinced about this.

Sirius moved on his seat to face her.

"Why Ginger?"

"Because I am bored and it would fun!"

"Am I your doll of amusement?"

"Do you have anything better to do?"

Lily had a point.

"Besides.... We are not going anywhere. We can just get pretty for ourselves and goof around..."

"Yeah?" Sirius was smiling.

"And perhaps get sexy for when our boyfriends get back"

Sirius still thought it was ridiculous but what was the harm in it. It would be fun. And no one will see him.

"Fine..." Sirius said and Lily squealed "But make me look pretty..."

"Okay..." Lily bounced on her seat and began going through her makeup supplies.

"And I will take this off immediately after"

"After the pictures...."

"Ginger..."

"Pictures we won't show to anyone"

Sirius giggled "You are so irrritating, you know that?"

Lily didn't get angry. She smiled and poked out her tongue.

Sirius actually enjoyed the process. There were all sorts of nice smells coming from those products. And it felt relaxing how sponges and brushes felt of Sirius' face. Sirius closed his eyes and relaxed. Lily occasionately explained what she was doing. But mostly, she giggled and whispered that Sirius would look handsome with a certain color, and that his skin was soft.

"Oh my God..." Lily whispered after a while.

Sirius immedietely opened his eyes.

"What?" he panicked "Did you do something?"

"No..." Lily shook her head. She was in shock.

"Do I look pretty?" Sirius teased.

Lily snorted, covering her mouth. And her cheeks went a bit red.

"Sirius...." she said "You look great. You actually look pretty hot" she chuckled.

"Watch it, darling!" Sirius joked as he grabbed the mirror "I have a boyfriend, remember?"

That's when Sirius looked at his reflection. Wow! He didn't look bad... He actually looked pretty great.

Sirius thought he was going to look ridiculous. Like a clown. But he looked pretty hot. His gray eyes popped out. His eyeshadow was black and gray. His cheekbones were sparkling. His features were defined. His skin looked flawless, without an imperfection. His eyelashes were long and beautiful as Sirius blinked.

Sirius had spent hours and hours in front of a mirror trying to figure out how to look better. How to hide imperfections. How to look flawless. This had been the solution. Makeup.

Sirius had been told all his life that worrying about appearance was a girly thing. That men didn't care about that sort of things. But Sirius did care. He cared a lot about his image. He loved looking nice and being seen and admired. He liked taking his time to pick up his clothes and fix his hair. He tried to cover pimples and rinkles. Though he acted like he didn't care. That he was naturally gorgeous.

And makeup.... Makeup had always been meant for girls. Sirius had learned that men in makeup was wrong or ridiculous. Because Sirius had this stupid idea that he would look girly, like a drag queen or a feminine gay boy. And Sirius had been trying to hard to distance himself from that gay stereotype, because of the bad image that his family, and his parents had given him about them.

But there he was, looking absolutely beautiful, handsome, hot. He didn't look ridiculous. In fact, it felt like it suit him.

"Wow.... ridiculous" he snorted nervously.

But Sirius wasn't ready for this. He was an idiot that still cared a lot about what other people thought of him. He could imagine the comments, the jokes, the names. He might've had a boyfriend, and had came out as gay to his friends. But he wasn't ready to be that different.

"What?" Lily hit his arm offended "I did an incredible job asshole! You look like a total rockstar"

"You are lucky my face fits with everything. I look good even with ridiculous makeup"

"Shut up" Lily hit him with the pillow over and over again.

Sirius laughed.

"Now get yours done, darling" Sirius said "We both need to look stunning. I cannot be the only one"

"Are you calling me ugly?" Lily smiled.

Sirius put an arm around her, smiling.

"You are perfect, sweet love" he kissed her cheek.

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For the next hours, Sirius and Lily had fun fooling around in front of the mirror. They danced and made fun poses. They took pictures. They danced and sang the lyrics of Britney Spears songs.

Sirius let out a part of himself he didn't know he had. He wasn't afraid of acting feminine and feel powerful and gorgeous. Sirius felt free, like he was finally himself. He wasn't hiding something, or trying so hard to be that Sirius that everyone thought he was. Sirius realized it was tiring trying to be someone he wasn't.

Perhaps there was a feminine part of him. Perhaps he was a feminine gay after all. But he was so scared of admiting it just yet.

He tried to relax and have fun with Lily instead. She wasn't that bad after all.

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Remus and James arrived hours later. Remus was sad because the trunk was too old to function now and he would have to dismantle it and sell its parts. Hope used to love that trunk. She was gone. And now that trunk had to go as well.

Remus was trying to hide how sad and miserable he actually was in front of James. It seemed ridiculous to be attached to an old trunk. Especially if James had the most expensive Volvo. It was stupid.

"At least we got free beers" Remus joked as they entered James' house.

"What do you mean free? I paid for them"

"Well, they were free for me" Remus shrugged.

James smiled at him. He ruffled his hair again, and after he was done, Remus had the need to fix it.

James sighed "I can't believe we missed the party"

The only reason Remus went to parties was to spend time with his friends, get drunk and dance with Sirius. He detested parties. So Remus shrugged.

"Sorry about your trunk, Moony"

Remus started giggling. It was a reflex. Perhaps his brain was making him laugh to hide the fact he wanted to cry.

"That trunk was so bloody old"

James giggled as well "Yeah it was"

"We could've died tonight"

"The car just stopped don't be dramatic"

"It was about to explode"

James chuckled at that. Remus let out a soft sob, but covered with more giggles.

Remus begged James wouldn't ask him anything else.

Then Remus heard something upstairs.

"Is that Britney Spears?"

James frowned, listening as well.

"Yeah sounds like her"

James and Remus looked at each other and immediately climbed upstairs to James' room. A soft Britney Spears song was playing softly in the background. The room was a mess with clothes and makeup. And in James' bed, they saw Sirius and Lily cuddled next to each other fast asleep.

They were both using makeup. Sirius looked absolutely gorgeous with it. He looked so hot with pink shades on his fluffly hair. And we was definetely wearing Lily's red jacket. Remus had seen it before. Lily looked so beautiful as well, with her arms wrapped around Sirius' waist.

Remus and James smiled at each other.

James took out his phone, trying not to giggle. He shushed Remus with his finger, and took a picture of them.

"I want that picture as well" Remus murmured. His phone was dead.

"Sure" James smiled, looking at them with soft eyes "Aren't they adorable?"

Remus smiled, looking at them as well.

"Yeah"

"See? My plan of getting them closer worked" James winked.

Remus snorted. He was sure Sirius and Lily would be really good friends.

[everyonewasabird]

Brickclub 5.5.6 “Each in his own way, the two old men do everything so that Cosette may be happy”

Do they. DO THEY???

I mean, “in their own way” I guess, if you say that Valjean’s way is literally erasing himself out of Cosette’s family and Gillenormand’s way is trapping her in his awful world by overwhelming her with unbelievably expensive gifts.

Does Hugo know? I really, really, really can’t tell. Everything in this chapter is so BAD, does he know it’s bad?? The bad keeps piling up!!

Valjean is being very clever with his mayor’s toolkit, building up a respectable background for Cosette so that Gillenormand and/or Marius won’t refuse the wedding--because he knows they might if they found out who Cosette really is. I like that little nod to the status of misérables, especially since we don’t see any others except maybe through the extreme contrast, since these chapters are very, very far away from the milieu of the rest of the book.

But Valjean isn’t thinking about Cosette’s feelings and what it must be like for her to have this ambiguous, highly questionable story suddenly appear around her, and for her father to suddenly not be her father anymore. He thinks he doesn’t matter, and his actions on the basis of that assumption are incredibly cruel. “I’m not your real father, but I’ve always loved you as if I was” is NOT an impossible thing to say! Might’ve helped!!

But all this would be great characterization and a fascinating arc if Hugo acknowledged it was happening! Horribly, I’m never sure he’s that much more aware of Cosette as a person than Valjean is.

Cosette learned that she was not the daughter of that old man whom she had so long called father. He was only a relative; another Fauchelevent was her real father. At any other time, this would have broken her heart. But at this ineffable hour, it was only a little shadow, a darken­ing, and she was so joyful that this cloud was quick to disappear. She had Marius. The young man came, the good old man faded away; such is life.

wtf wtf that’s not how anything works.

It’s so strange the ways the ending of the book seems to both take Valjean’s view and also doesn’t: the book surely knows that Valjean doesn’t deserve to waste away in isolation, and it surely knows Cosette loves him. But it does also keep trying to confirm Valjean’s frankly fucking abysmal view of her, that she doesn’t have enough attention span to remember the existence of more than one male family member.

What the absolute fuck.

And, like. Hugo sucks, but Cosette’s characterization doesn’t. It makes perfect sense here that Valjean’s shifting status is less momentous to her: everything is happening so fast, and is so entirely directed by the old men, that she barely knows which way is up, and she’s barreling towards a wedding that’s two months away. It makes sense that being inundated with wealth and fashion is a weakness of hers, and that she’s learned not to ask questions when things feel weird.

And yeah, relationships to parents do change when you build your own life, move out, maybe partner with somebody, and also, that doesn’t have to be LITERAL DEATH. But there may be a problem here where Valjean’s issues are way too close to Hugo’s own, and so the narrator is shifting confusedly between “Valjean’s view is wrong” and “No he is literally right about daughters marrying” without being able to find a stable place to stand.

I hate it so much.

I do appreciate the follow-up paragraph:

And then, for many long years Cosette had been used to seeing enigmas around her; everybody who has had a mysterious childhood is always ready for certain renun­ciations.

She continued, however, to say "father" to Jean Val­jean.

Yes, please, let’s have more of Cosette living with the ramifications of her past, drawing conclusions based on it, and sticking to her guns. Still wish Valjean had taken her aside and bothered to have ANY kind of conversation with her before he dropped the bomb of her new legal ID on her.

Valjean is being self-effacing and practical, and meanwhile Gillenormand is aggressively winning Cosette over with absurdly expensive cloth and the promise of fashion at a level she’s never been able to achieve before. Again, if this is meant to be part of an arc where we eventually reckon with the falseness of what’s currently seducing her, it's fantastic. Is that supposed to be what’s happening???? Unclear! We definitely definitely never get that reckoning, because Cosette’s internality somehow isn’t something this book cares about!

Marius, eerily like his grandfather, has changed who he has his opinions about but not the nature of those opinions. He says:

"The men of the Revolution are so great that they already have the prestige of centuries, like Cato and like Phocion, and each of them seems a memoire antique [antique memory].”

The men of the revolution (and, I imagine by proxy, his friends) have entered his mental category of the Dead Who Need Worshiping. He’s never altered his assumption that the dead need worshiping, or that the past is better and more worth looking at than the future. He’s still stuck in the death-like paradigm of the convent.

Again, if this is a gothic horror about how Cosette is trapped in this world, we’re doing absolutely fantastically.

Speaking of which, in the middle of a long, long speech about how much more fun everything is when you have excessive wealth and an ancien régime noble title (Hugo must know! He MUST. Mustn’t he??), Gillenormand says:

Who loves well lashes well.

Girl, RUN. Just fucking run from this fucking household, we’ve seen several times over that Marius is way, way, way too much like his grandfather already. Don’t tie a knot you can’t untie, RUN NOW.

And it really is disturbing how much of this show Gillenormand is running. His idea of a wedding is exactly what they’re going to have for their wedding--and his idea of being a husband afterwards is very, very terrible. Is that going to follow, once Cosette is drawn into the trap? Maybe it’s just his flaws on display and not Marius’s.. but these kids are not managing to do much to escape the world he’s setting up for them, and Marius has behaved like his grandfather under pressure in he past, and Valjean’s efforts to efface himself and vanish into thin air are Not Helping.

Meanwhile Mlle Gillenormand is floating around the house as a barely-living shadow, disregarded and petty, like a sign of what living in this house under a man like Gillenormand will turn you into.

WHY isn’t all this the prelude to Cosette finding herself in some kind of Lotus Eaters story, or some kind of Bluebeard story? Everything is setting her up to wake up a little ways into marriage and realize “Oh God what did I get trapped in??” and yet the story never ever gives her that moment, and as far as I can remember seems to actively discard the possibility of it.

WHY.

[cornerofhell]

Alrighty now that we've got Eddie's backstory, may I present his girlfriend/life partner:

Annabelle Diane Jackson was born to a middle class family in one of the many towns in New York. Her father, Leonard, was the chief of police, and her mother, Florence was a stay at home mother

Neither of them were very fitting of their roles

Leonard was corrupt and an abusive alcoholic, and Florence turned a blind eye thanks to her addiction to the drugs Leonard provided her from his job.

Annie was constantly wanted to be silent in the home as if she didn't exist, but the perfect angel out in public. When she wasn't she was hit, and chastised by her mother on "why can't you just do what Daddy says"

As Annie grew older she started to try to find any reason to not go home. Library stays for "studying", helping with bake sales, just walking up and down the streets, whatever kept her out of that god forsaken house.

The more she got out, the more she met people on the streets. Hooligans, as many would call them, but Annie thought they were wonderful. Misfits like her who understood bad homes. The more people to talk to, to listen to her, to include her in fun. Drinking, smoking, smoking pot, all the while treating her like a true person.

And with new friends she began to rebel more, getting more snappy, less fearful of her father's hands, wanting to be treated better...

Of course the abuse just got worse but to finally have a purpose - to have people who cared... It stung a tiny bit less. Just a little.

And when she turned eighteen, she was kicked to the curb. "You're not our- MY goddamn problem anymore. Become a whore for all I care. Just get the fuck out."

And out she did. She grabbed the few things she was allowed to leave with and ran like hell. She wanted nothing to do with her old town besides the friends she made. She was homeless, but she was free.

She changed her name- Donna Jean Angelo, and ran off with some of her friends. Donna wanted to go anywhere away from New York, and after travelling about over the years, after the friends split their ways, doing what they could to put food on the table, even stealing, Donna ended up in New Jersey.

She was twenty-seven, living in a shitty apartment, working as a waitress, and stealing and pickpocketing what she had to from those higher up.

She met Eddie in the diner she worked at, and often saw him there as a recurring customer, sometimes with a man and a woman, sometimes just the man, sometimes alone.

The night everything really changed though, was a night like any other... Donna having tripped by a group of bratty teenagers, who had already been making fun of Eddie rather blatantly about his shaggy demeanor, and he was alone today.

Her manager began yelling at her immediately for shattering the plates, and quickly turned to Eddie but- "Nah, it's alright. She... It wasn't her fault. It was those little assholes."

Donna was surprised warmly by the defense of her, but stayed quiet, because like hell was she getting yelled at again.

Later that night, when Donna got off her shift, she passed by a dark alleyway- one she heard noises coming from-

"-you fucking shithead. Don't ever fuck with her again, you hear me? I know someone who could make you hurt a lot worse-"

Upon closer inspection, with the small light of the moonlight, it was.... That Customer. Eddie. With one of the teenagers, who now looked to be almost pissing himself...

Probably because of the gun that Eddie held to his throat.

Eddie's head snapped up and his eyes showed a look of horror at being caught, just enough for the teenager to shove him off and take off running away.

Donna stood frozen, the two of them staring at each other once Eddie recovered from his fall. She'd seen plenty of men with guns, it was New Jersey for Christ's sake...

But never one who fought for her honor like this. And someone adorable too.

"you okay?"