#not entirely sure why this guy sent me an ask instead of just replying to me on the post it started on

[livingfirehazzard]

This is so classic cases of hypocrisy of liberal gays they preach love trumps hate yet they can’t stand anyone that doesn’t believe in what they believe in so save me your BS rhetoric go back to showing that how hypocritical you all are Typical hypocrisy of you fags you can push your agenda down people throats legalize Pediophilla

@g-man69

I can see hypocrisy is your favorite word, but unfortunately im not sure how that applies to me since I have not done anything "hypocritical". Its not that I can't stand people who "don't believe what I do", its more like I can't stand people who have to go through Olympic level mental gymnastics to pose a problem that doesn't exist. Just because they don't like certain people.

Another thing is that nobody is trying to legalize pedophilia, your brain must be doing backflips if you truly believe that. I dont really understand why you think a drag queen is gonna prey on children for like, the hour they are gonna see them, but then be all hunky dory about priests and teachers who have arguably to most influence and power over a child over a much longer time frame besides the child's actual parents. Instead of going after a system who has a proven problem with pedophilia, you go after men in sparkly dresses who are probably reading to little timmy The Little Engine That Could in a public library surrounded by trusted staff members. But yeah, you guys really care about children right :).

The only reason why I said more than 2 sentences to you was because this gave me an opportunity to spread a little more awareness. Or what you would call "pushing our aganda". Otherwise ur a waste of time, getting this pressed because of 1 reply I said to you lol

Also, im not gay so calling me the f slur doesn't hold as much power as you think it does little man.

Anyway have a lovely day 💚

[facefullofsadness]

when succubus!winrina are summoned

g!p demon!jiminjeong x human!reader

smut, 2k wc

happy extremely belated birthday (like can I even classify this as a bday post anymore?) to the most annoying person I know @aliceiwk because she didn't wanna tell me her bday even though I was gonna find out eventually bc I was gonna post this ANYWAY. is late as FUCK (literally an entire month PLUS late omg) bc of school, travel, other reasons wtv, but that wasn't gonna stop me!!! soooo yes mwah mwah lub u enjoy ur jiminjeong threesome!!

when yizhuo and aeri had the bright idea of doing a silly little demon summoning session for funsies, you screamed at them in horror. what the actual fuck kind of idea is that? the two girlfriends' justification was simply for shits and giggles! I mean, that shit isn't real anyway, right? there's no ACTUAL fucking shot demons would come to haunt you guys if you tried conjuring em up!

somehow, someway, yall ended up in a circle with some candles, some salt, a shady looking book, and a dark ass room. being in the actual moment sent chills down your spine, the summer nights being quite cold to accompany such a stupid idea you and your friends were going through with. when your last minute effort to back out, stop, and instead watch horror movies to get their spooky fill failed, the two girls begin flipping pages of the book.

"what aboutttt demon of gluttony?" the small girl asks, pondering which demon to summon.

"there's not a lot of things to do with that," the taller girl replies, one arm propped up behind her girlfriend, checking her nails on the other hand.

"demon of wrath?"

"we've all got enough anger combined to need that one."

"demon of sloth!"

"fuck does that even mean?"

"ooohhhh!! y/n desperately needs this one, demon of lust."

"oh, perfect!"

"hey wait what is that supposed to mean?!" you butt in.

"now now, it's okay to badly want head! we're just helping you out!"

aeri raises her hands up and reaches out to pull you into the chair placed in the middle of a pentagram surrounded in candles. you put your face in your hands, shaking your head at the reality of what was currently happening.

"now just sit tight and soon enough you'll stop complaining about your celibacy!"

performing the ritual was goofier than you expected it to be. with the accompaniment of yizhuo's unserious reading of the spell, aeri's cackle everytime her girlfriend stuttered, and forgetting to pause the music, having txt's blue hour playing in the background, it was hard to take anything seriously. having to go through with the summoning ritual twice because the first time was so botched, thinking doing it again would make sure it "worked".

unsurprisingly, nothing happened. ning was disappointed, to which aeri had to kiss away her pout, but you were relieved because what the fuck would have possibly happened if it worked? you sent the girls home after making them clean the stupid ritual up, collapsing on your mattress and passing out.

in the dead of night, two figures emerge from the shadows, the darkness of your room enveloping the strangers. you're completely asleep, your peaceful breathing and spinning ceiling fan the only white noise to mask the echoey voices across the room.

"what are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, I could ask the same question to you."

"why would I purposefully go somewhere you are?"

"it's simple, you're obsessed with me or something."

"not as obsessed as you are with me."

the shadowy figures huff in the darkness before staring back at your slumbering body.

one of them smirks and scoffs, "horny slut must've summoned both of us."

"how fascinating, I was worried it was gonna be a man again," the other figure tilts her head to the side, observing your sleeping face.

"ugh, one thing we can finally agree on, men aren't nearly as fun or tempting as women."

the being observing your face brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, "girls are just so delicious."

the two look at each other and exchange a sinister smile, almost agreeing to be civil through eye contact.

"then let's have our fun tonight yeah, winter?"

"only if you share, karina."

you were awoken to your body being thrown around, your back sinking into the mattress, wrists pinned on either side of you, eyes shooting open with a gasp, shaking you out of your sleep. foggy sight clearing and eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly as two figures come into view, women (?), or as your mind would rationalize them to be.

two shadowy women with rustic obsidian horns growing through their skulls, dark tails swaying behind them, black leather-like wings spanning out from their backs, and dark red orbs emanating aura from their eyes. you're frozen into place, your eyes doing all the talking as they observe the figures pinning you down with their talon-like claws, skimpy leather outfits hugging the pale women's milky skin.

you want to scream, thrash, do something, but all you can do is stare at them, eyes darting back and forth between the dark-haired and blonde creatures.

"awww, look at her, such an innocent little thing," the blonde coos, her voice reverberating, almost as if she had a filter over it.

the dark haired girl replies, voice heavy with reverb and seduction, "but she's not, she needed to be fucked senseless by two of us, isn't that right?"

you're speechless, mouth opening to answer but no noise escaping. no way... was this a result of that stupid summoning ritual you guys did earlier that night? it... worked? BOTH TIMES???

"can't speak, can you? do humans not understand what consequences of your actions mean? didn't your people come up with that saying?" the darker one pouts, pulling back from your face to straddle one of your legs, knee slotting itself perfectly between your thighs.

the blonde one giggles, her sinister tone sending shivers down your spine, "fuck I cannot wait to consume you, you're extremely enticing."

somehow, you speak, voice heavy with confusion, fear, and exhaustion, "what the fuck are you?"

the two exchange a sly smirk, looking at each before turning back to you, "exactly what you asked for, demons of lust."

succubus, it had clicked in your head as you further observed their features, feeling their nails digging into your skin, the pain confirming you were in fact not dreaming.

"don't worry little one, we'll give you everything you want."

the blonde demon's tail wraps around both of your wrists, the dark-haired demon releasing you from her grip, letting the other pin your hands down and back above you. the blonde settles next to your head, her crotch emanating heat in front of your face. she takes a handful of your hair and grips the back of your head, pulling your face up and lowering herself to meet you, your scalp stinging in her hold.

"be a good fucking whore and let us do what we want with you, you'll enjoy every second of it."

she pushes your cheek against her crotch, her addicting scent filling your nose, feeling her hard appendage press against your face. meanwhile, the dark-haired girl between your thighs digs her knee against your core, whimpering at the pressure, having only worn panties and a t-shirt to bed.

the taller girl's cold hands grip your exposed thighs, digging her nails into your skin, making you hiss. she trails her hands under your shirt, ghosting her fingers over your waist and dragging her claws across your stomach. her hands are greedy, moving at a moderate pace but every touch is so intense and rough, knuckles now rubbing against your soaking underwear, friction brushing against your clit.

everything happens so fast as you swear you black out every few seconds the more their touches advance on your body. before you know it, you're choking on the demon called winter, the other succubus grinding her knee against your bare pussy being karina. you moan against the blonde's cock as she thrusts mercilessly into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure from the dark-haired girls needy hands on your hips forcing your body to roll against her knee with your panties pushed to the side, cunt leaking with your juices, making the movements slick, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"yeah little slut? like that big cock in your throat? can't speak huh? fucking whore," winter degrades above you, holding your head with both of her hands to control just how relentlessly she ruins your throat.

karina chuckles darkly below you, watching her pull away and lower her face to your pulsing core, "she is a whore, just look at how fucking wet this bitch is. she's practically a waterfall of cum."

through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you watch as karina's split tongue circled your hot clit, feeling its unforgiving movements dance across your aching slit as it flicks against your bud and hole simultaneously somehow. not that you question it, falling into an inevitable sub-space, your mind completely broken just as quickly as they had started fucking you.

you feel winter's member so deeply down your throat, it bulges in your neck, her rugged panting and breathing making the onslaught of your body worth it. all your noises are choked and silent however, karina's skillful mouth maneuvering your burning insides and throbbing outsides, the hums from her throat vibrating against your entire pussy. the sensation of winter's creamy cum flowing down your throat makes you roll your eyes back, not needing to swallow as her load slides down your esophagus easily.

"couldn't you be at least a little patient?" an annoyed karina pulls away from your pussy to complain, tugging your limp body up against her chest, winter's cock slipping from your swollen mouth.

the blonde's heavy breathing is accompanied by a reverberating chuckle as she responds, "don't be jealous, you get to taste the bitch's pussy, I should be the aggravated one."

the taller girl replies with a grunt, "fine, but I'm cumming in her cunt first."

"oh no, we're sharing that fucking hole," you feel the other succubus' body heat on your back, pressing her front against you, her still hard monster cock tapping against your ass.

"you are so fucking annoying," karina mumbles before pulling out her hard dick and slipping it between your folds, collecting your slick, pushing into your tight hole as you scream painfully at the intrusion.

she immediately sets an unforgiving pace, mercilessly pounding her throbbing member into your aching heat, holding you against her chest by your waist, your face in her shoulder as you sobbed in pain, the pleasure slowly creeping in. the girl behind you spits on her dick, spreading the saliva before forcing herself in you too, joining karina's relentless thrusting. tears flow from your eyes as bloodcurdling screams escape your already sore throat, the two demons' lengthy and girthy cocks tearing your tight cunt apart, drool leaking from your mouth as your brain abandons consciousness, completely broken and ruined from them fucking you.

winter pants against your ear as her hands sink into your hips, drilling you from behind, "you're gone now, aren't you doll? you've become our little cumslut to treat like a toy, haven't you?"

her words don't process in your fucked out head, nodding mindlessly to her question.

karina against you moans as your pussy squeezes around both of them, pushing in as winter pulls out, "taking us so well, little whore. that's right, be the good fucking slut you are and take it. take all of it."

they continue to absolutely annihilate your insides with their aggressive ramming, never stopping as they used your body like a sextoy, throwing you around like a ragdoll, pounding into you like you were just their property. the sound of wet skin slapping together and their loud, frustrated breathing filled your barely functioning auditory senses as you feel both of them stiffen against you, hot cum filling you, stuffing you full of their seed.

your lifeless body slumps against karina's front, winter holding you up as someone, unsure of who due to your barely conscious state, breathlessly comments against your ear, "we're far from finished, little one."

and they keep their word, not stopping the entire night, their split tongues working in tandem on each of your nipples, lapping at both of your holes as they seep pleasure, their cocks exploring every inch of your greedy orifices, letting you feel every bit of lust they harbor towards your mortal body. they fuck you until you break, until they ruin every part of you, until your begs and pleads grow silent, until time ceases to exist, the only thing in your sorry brain you can possibly process are karina and winter. and maybe when you're free, you'll thank aeri and yizhuo.

a/n: yeah their cocks probably have ridges and stuff but I didn't think about that while writing it, maybe next time <3 #welovemonstercock !!! can this even be classified as a short like this shit is long, oh whale

[rahhhbananas]

✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐖𝐔 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. hobie, gwen, miles, pavitr

summary. Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Y/n are sent on a short mission to find a bizarre anomaly.

warnings. He/Him pronouns, I have literally no idea how to write Hobie’s accent, this is intended to be a black male reader, but there is no real indications of Y/n’s race!

a/n. I was re-watching KREW play The Mimic and this silly idea has been stuck in my head for awhile 😭 also I just love Hobie with my freaking soul

"So, there's a lady... with a biwu... smacking people?"

Gwen questioned through the coms, watching the ambulance carry away a citizen on a stretcher. Miles swung back up to the building where the other Spider-people sat. "Seems like it," he replied. The group huddled up, discussing their next move. "Hold on!" The trio turned their attention to Y/n. "Are we sure this isn't just some mad woman who enjoys seeing the world suffer?" Pavitr nodded in agreement. "There are some nutters out there! Take Miguel, for instance." Gwen chuckled, struggling to hold back her laughter.

"Oh, come on now. And I highly doubt Peter would let Miguel send us on such a pointless mission," Miles argued, peering into a dark alley, searching for any signs of criminal activity. Y/n let out a sound of amusement. "Are you really that certain, Miles? The guy chased you on all fours, I mean, all fours! I've never seen someone so dedicated to ruining another person's life." Pavitr burst into laughter, his amusement causing him to lose balance and fall off the chimney. Now, it was Y/n's turn to laugh. Ignoring the two, Gwen turned to Miles. "Miles, I know you want to prove yourself or whatever, but come on. Y/n has a point. This is..." A shrill scream cut off her words. The trio turned their attention to Y/n, who deadpanned, "I'm offended that you thought that was me."

"Whatever, someone's in trouble!" Miles leaped from the building, with the others not following. The group landed on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. Gwen tried to peer through the foggy, see-through material, but it was too obscured. "Just break the glass! It's easy!" Pavtri suggested. However, breaking the "glass" turned out to be more difficult than expected. Pavtri’s golden bracelets ricocheted off the material and came back to hit him. He made a noise of distress, but Y/n, ignoring the mishap, screamed, "There she is!" A clear opening in the material revealed a short lady. Her entire body was white, and she wore a long dress. Her black hair reached the floor, and she had a pink and red flower crown on her head.

"Y/n!" Gwen called out, "I'm on it!" Y/n responded, pulling out a red staff with golden tips on each side. The staff expanded vertically, breaking through the nearly impenetrable material. "Good job, Monkey Man!" Miles exclaimed before jumping down after Gwen. Y/n pulled his mask down. "Monkey Man? Are you serious? That's not a cool name!" Y/n jumped down, followed by Pavitr.

"Hey, lady!" Miles called out to the woman, who had her back turned to the group. "Why don't you turn around? Let us see that maybe pretty face of yours!" Pavitr joked, perching himself on a nearby crane, ready for any sudden movements. The lady slowly turned around, capturing the attention of the Spider-people.

"AUGHH!" The group screamed in unison as they caught sight of their opponent's face. Instead of eyes, she had black holes with white pupils, while black liquid leaked from her eyes. She had a eerie smile, the amount of liquid mirrored that which came from her eyes. "What on earth is that?!" Y/n exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Do you mind me asking... what are you doing here?" Miguel questioned, eyeing the punk who lay sprawled out on the floor. "Nah, go ahead, ask away," Hobie responded, using a tooth pick while making all sorts of funny faces. "I'm just gonna...I can’t even- I'll just ignore him…” Miguel muttered, using his unoccupied hand to soothe his incoming headache. "Whateva...you seen Y/n? I need to him too-“

"Don't even bother making up a lie. I don't need to know about... whatever it is you two do," Miguel interrupted, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a loud cry echoed through the building, capturing the attention of both men. It was Y/n, being hoisted up by Pavitr, who looked like he had been through a beating and rolled in mud. Peter, who was nearby, rushed to the aid of the bruised teens. "Goodness, what happened to all of you?" Peter asked, trying to ignore Y/n's complaints.

"A lady... with a biwu! She attacked us, mercilessly!" Miles shouted, his hearing temporarily impaired from the battle with the anomaly. Everyone winced at the volume. Miguel emerged from his quarters, with Hobie not far behind. "So, from what I gather, you've dealt with the problem?" Miguel asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Yeah, but not without a hefty price," Gwen gestured towards the injured Y/n and Miles. Hobie hummed, walking over to his boyfriend. "Care to explain what 'appened?" Hobie took Pavitr's place, supporting his own boyfriend. "She hit me with a biwu!" Y/n pouted, crocodile tears falling from his eyes. Hobie looked slightly amused. "A biwu?" Y/n nodded, and the punk had to restrain himself from bursting into laughter. "Alrigh’ then... let's go lie down. 'mm sure you're in pain," Hobie said, guiding his limping boyfriend towards a nearby couch. Y/n's theatricality seemed to amplify in the presence of Hobie. "Should we tell him how Miles pushed him into the line of fire?" Pavitr asked. Gwen quickly shook her head. "Nah, if we do, he won't let Miles live it down. Besides, I'm sure he's got enough explaining to do to his parents," Gwen gestured to Miles, who was smacking the side of his head, trying to regain his hearing. Miles perked up, noticing his friends looking at him. "Did you say something, Gwen?!" Miles shouted, oblivious to the fact that his own volume was still heightened.

[bloatedandalone04]

Bets & Bargains - Part 5

Series Masterlist

➪in which bradley finds something out about you that has him barely in control of himself, and he decides he needs to test something out before going forward with you.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

You were still reeling from the kiss you had with Bradley, even well into the next day.

Kissing his cheek was one thing, but feeling his lips against yours was something else entirely. You wanted more. 

You didn’t get the chance to see him after class yesterday since your schedules were so different, but you didn’t mind since you two had been texting nonstop. 

The texts you shared with Bradley were a nice refresher to the last few messages you shared with Luke, especially that last one he sent you that you didn’t even bother replying to. If he thought that the four years you were together were a waste of his time, then you wouldn’t give him another minute of yours by texting him back. 

Your phone went off as you were walking to the gym that was a few blocks away from the campus, and you sipped on your coffee as you read Bradley’s latest text. 

Fratley: It’s been over twenty four hours since I last saw you. Can we do something today? Pretty please?

You laugh and text him back with one hand as you reach the gym and use your key card to unlock the door to the room you rented for an hour. 

I can’t right now, I’m teaching a yoga class in a few minutes. After?

Bradley read your text but instead of replying to it, he called you. “Why am I just now finding out that you teach a yoga class?” He asked as soon as you accepted the call. 

You laugh and set your bag and mat down onto the floor. “Hello to you, too,”

“Hi. Why am I just now finding out that you teach a yoga class?” He repeats his question, making you laugh loudly as you sit down next to your bag. 

“I don’t know,” you answer and look at your reflection in the mirror that was along the wall across the room. “It never came up, I guess.”

“Fuck,” he cursed and you laugh again, stretching your legs out in front of you and beginning your warmup while on the phone with him. “I should’ve asked you more about yourself. I had no idea you taught a yoga class. That’s so hot.”

Rolling your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and set it down on the floor next to you before reaching forward with both arms and stretching out your back. “It’s really not,” you brush off his words. “It just keeps me busy when I’m not in class. I only do it once a week, though.” 

Bradley mutters something you can’t quite hear before he sighs. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” He asks and you snort as you sit back up straight. “First you kiss me, and now you’re telling me you do yoga.”

“You liked that, huh?” You murmur and lean off to the side, opening up your ribcage to get it ready for the positions you would be doing once everyone got here. 

“Liked it? Are you seriously asking me that right now?” He asked in disbelief. “You should let me come to this class.”

“No,” you immediately answer, sitting up again and picking up your phone. “Not a chance.”

“See, I knew you were teasing me,” he muttered. “Please? I’ll be good, promise.”

You scoff. “You’d just be a distraction,” you say. “I can’t focus on anyone else when there’s a stupidly hot guy in the room.”

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “So I distract you, too,” then he added, “That’s what you get for kissing me then bailing right after.”

“I did not bail,” you defend yourself with a stupid smile on your face. “I had class to get ready for, and I’m pretty sure you did, too.”

“Alright, alright, fair enough,” he murmured and you gave up on your warmup, instead you sat against the wall with your knees against your chest. “Still can’t believe you’re blowing me off to teach yoga. I’d be mad if I didn’t find it so hot.”

“I’m not blowing you off, I said we could hang out after,” you remind him just as the first few people came through the door. “Speaking of; I gotta go.”

Bradley hummed, “Okay. Can I pick you up after? We can get pizza or something,”

You hadn’t actually eaten much today since you would be wearing tight fitting clothing and didn’t want to look bloated, so pizza actually sounded really good right now. “You know the way to my heart,” you tease and he laughs that deep laugh that had you pressing your thighs together. “Sounds perfect.”

“Great, you should send me the address now so I can be prepared, you know?” He trailed off and you rolled your eyes again. 

“You’re not watching me do yoga,” 

“Fine,” he huffed, making you grin. “I’ll see you later, babes.”

There was that name again. You thought he called you it by accident yesterday, but here he is saying it again and making you feel all flustered right before you were about to teach a class. “Okay,” you agreed in a whisper, hanging up after before you could say anything embarrassing.

-

Bradley couldn’t believe how turned on he got when you told him that you taught a yoga class every week.

It was yoga, for fucks sake, why did he find the image of you doing it so attractive? Then he remembered that he’s found literally everything you’ve done since he met you attractive, then it started to make sense. 

An hour or so passed since his call with you, and then you sent him the location of a gym that was a fair distance from campus. He had a feeling you walked there, and were probably planning on walking back if he didn’t offer to go get you, even though it was nearing seven thirty at night and it was getting darker by the second. 

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you walking around all the time by yourself, even if the areas surrounding the campus were relatively safe. He knew he shouldn’t be this protective over you so soon, but he couldn’t help it. His mom raised him right in that sense.

Bradley stopped for pizza on the way to pick you up, and he made sure the seat warmer was on since he knew you liked being scorching hot while in the car for some reason. 

He was waiting for only a couple minutes before you exited the gym, and you looked insanely sexy for someone who just finished teaching a class. Your black leggings and tight tank top was really doing something to him, and Bradley had to quickly adjust himself in his jeans just as you opened the car door and got in. “Hi,” you greet and drop your bag onto the floor. 

“Hey,” he managed to say back before gesturing to the pizza on the backseat. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got pepperoni to be safe.”

“That’s fine, thank you,” you smile and put on your seatbelt as he starts driving again. “Sorry, I look kinda bad right now. If I had known we were hanging out after, I would’ve brought a change of clothes.”

Bradley wanted to laugh, then he realized you were being serious. “You don’t look bad,” he scoffed and turned onto the street that leads out of town and back to campus. “You look as hot as I thought you would. Maybe even more.”

“You’re full of it,” you repeat what you told him the last time you were in his living room, and it once again had him laughing quietly to himself. “You remembered to put the seat warmer on.”

He glanced over at you with a raised brow. “Yeah, you’re the only person I know that puts that shit on when it’s still summer,” 

You laugh, covering your mouth as you did so and he couldn’t stop himself from calling you out on it this time. 

“Why do you do that?”

You look over at him with confusion on your face, “Do what?”

“You cover your mouth when you laugh,” he said, then lightened the mood by adding, “You don’t have anything in your teeth, I promise.”

“Oh, my God,” you cover your whole face this time as you groan, and he cackles. “Thanks for that, I know. I don’t know why I cover my mouth, I guess I just don’t like the way I look when I laugh. That’s all.”

That was by far the craziest thing Bradley has heard all day. He saw you laugh at the party, and even though he was drunk, he still remembered how pretty he thought you were, and it only intensified when he made you laugh the other night at Five Guys. You were carefree that night, but now you were restricting yourself around him, and he didn’t like it. It felt like you were going backwards, and he was more than prepared to go forward with you. 

“I think you look pretty when you laugh,” he said and thought it would make things feel like a cheesy moment in those romcoms he forced himself to watch with Bri, but it didn’t. It felt normal. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. I like how natural it’s been between us since we met.”

You lean back in your seat and look over at him in a way that makes him want to pull over and kiss you again. “I like it, too,” you confess quietly.

The rest of the car ride passed by quickly and comfortably, and soon enough Bradley had you sitting on his lap at the small table in the kitchen he barely used. He kicked out the chair next to his for you to sit on, but you surprised him by draping your legs over his and pressing your side against his front. 

He wasn’t complaining a single bit as he casually wrapped his arm around your middle while you both ate. “So, do I get to have a private one on one now that there’s no one here for me to distract you from?” 

You blushed and shook your head as you bit into the crust. “Absolutely not,” 

Bradley whined. He actually whined as he said, “You keep teasing me,”

“I’m not,” you laughed, but this time you didn’t cover your mouth, and that had his pout softening until he was smiling up at you. He thought the whole yoga topic was done after that, then you shifted on his lap and offered him something that made his hold around your waist tighten just a bit. “Ask me that question again at some point and my answer might change.”

You stayed over for another hour after that, and then you rejected his offer to drive you back to your place as you said you wanted to ‘work off the three pieces of pizza’ you ate. 

Bradley already missed having you in his space as he cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftover pizza, and when his phone went off with a new text, he shamelessly hoped it was you. 

It wasn’t.

Bri ❤️❤️: Hi, Brad. I was thinking about you all day. I know it’s kinda late, but can I come over? 

Had she sent him this text before he started getting to know you, he would’ve been all for her coming over right now. But as he read her text over and over again, he didn’t really feel anything. Maybe he was thinking about you too much right now to be able to take in her request fully, and he honestly hoped that wasn’t the case.

You were so different from Bri. You were sweet, funny, nice, and everything she wasn’t in all the months he was with her. 

Still, he found himself wanting to test something out. He wanted to make sure of some things before he continued hanging out with you.

Sure, I’ll leave the door unlocked. 

He sent the text before he could talk himself out of it, then went upstairs and waited for Bri to arrive. He was flipping through the lecture notes he took today when she knocked on his bedroom door and invited herself in. “Hey,” she said, dragging the word out as she closed the door behind her. 

“Hi,” he said back, finding himself not feeling the way he usually did every time he was alone in his room with her. 

“It’s been a while since I was in here,” she commented as she dropped her bag onto his floor, making herself at home as she began to inspect his room. 

If you consider less than a week a while, he wanted to say, but held off on it. “Yeah, I guess,”

She smirked over at him as she trailed her finger along his desk before lifting her gaze up to the bulletin board that was hung up on the wall above it. “Ooh, the Botanical Gardens?” She asked as she pulled the ticket from the board and held it in her hands. “We should go there. It’d be so pretty this time of year. And I hear it got recently renovated.”

It did. He got to see it firsthand with you. And it was pretty. But Bri wouldn’t get to see it with him. He went to the gardens with you on what he considered a date now that you and he were getting closer, and he refused to let Bri taint his prior experience there. He didn’t want to go there with her, not when he had already gone with you and ended up having a really nice time. 

Bradley stayed silent, making Bri look back at him as she set the ticket you bought him down on the desk instead of putting it back on the board. “Not feeling talkative tonight?” She cooed, reaching up to slide off her jacket. It dropped to the floor as she made her way over to his bed, where he was still laying on his side and watching her every move. “That’s okay. I can think of a few ways to get you in the mood.

When she pressed one of her knees onto the mattress and traced her fingers along his thigh, he tensed up. “Bri,” he said in a warning tone, but she must’ve thought that was an invitation to continue. 

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry about the way things ended between us,” she murmured, biting down on her lip as she moved so she was on her knees next to him. “I miss you, Brad. I shouldn’t have broken up with you.”

This was it. This is what he wanted to hear her say ever since she walked out of this very room the morning of the day he threw that party. The party he met you at. He wanted this, but not anymore. 

It was clear to him now, and by the way his body reacted negatively to her instead of him getting turned on by her advances, that she wasn’t what he wanted anymore. Maybe she never was. 

Maybe it was all just a filler until he met the person he did want. And he was pretty sure he’d already met that person. It was you. 

“Bri,” he tried again, but she ignored him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against the side of his neck. He pulled away from her touch, but she followed after him with a laugh. “We were good together, weren’t we, Brad? I know you miss me as much as I miss you. Come on, quit teasing.”

He already knew that he wasn’t physically attracted to her anymore, he didn’t need to let this continue on any further. He felt guilty, even though you and he weren’t even together. He wanted this to be you. He wanted you. 

When she reached for the zipper of his jeans, his hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, halting her actions instantly and making her jump slightly in surprise. “Briana,” he muttered and her eyes widened at the seriousness in his voice. 

She looked so dejected, he almost felt bad that she clearly wasn’t going to get what she came here for, which was his body. She made sure he knew that his body is all he’s good for when she broke things off with him, and it was obvious that’s what she was wanting to get out of this little reunion. 

Still, he didn’t want to completely offend her or make her feel bad. “I have an early class tomorrow. You should go,”

But then her gaze turned cold. “Oh, my God,” she gasped, pulling her hand out of his grasp. “You like that girl you were talking to at the party, don’t you?” So she did see him talking to you, but still went home with Jensen anyway.

Bradley stayed silent again as she didn’t need to know about his relationship with you. No one did. What he had with you, that obvious connection you shared, he wanted to keep that just between you and him. 

She let out a humorless laugh. “You really moved on that quick?” She scoffed and he narrowed his eyes. 

“You moved on the day we broke up,” he pointed out and she rolled her eyes. 

“That’s different,” she muttered and he pushed away his notes and sat up.

“How? How is that different?” He asked and she huffed, standing up and grabbing her jacket from where she dropped it by his bed.  

“It just is,” she answered, throwing her jacket on and glaring at him. “I can’t believe you. What, you meet one girl who actually gives you attention for more than five minutes and you suddenly forget about me?” 

Bradley opened his mouth to defend both you and himself, fed up with the way she talked to him at this point and now about you, but she went on,

“You’re pathetic, Bradshaw,” she laughed again and grabbed her bag. “Thanks so much for wasting my time tonight.”

She opened the door and slammed it behind her, and he could hear her loud footsteps as she went downstairs and left the house, slamming the front door behind her as well. 

Bradley scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, kind of pissed off at the way that whole thing went, but he also didn’t let himself get too heated. She really wasn’t worth it anymore. 

He was getting better at calming himself down before he got too mad, but he was still feeling irritated because of Bri, even after he had a shower and got ready for bed. 

He wanted to call you, wanted to talk to you and let himself get lost in your kind and sweet voice. 

Fuck it.

He grabbed his phone and pressed on your contact, holding it to his ear for a few seconds as it began to ring.

Wait. No.

He didn’t want to bother you with this. You had a good day today, and he didn’t want to ruin it by calling you when he wasn’t fully calmed down yet. 

Bradley quickly ended the call and threw his phone onto his bed before falling down onto his pillow and groaning. He was only a few seconds into his pity party when his phone went off, and when he grabbed it, he saw that it was you calling him back.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling onto his back as he accepted your call. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say and he could hear the small amount of panic in your voice. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he answered, draping his arm over his face as he sighed. “Why?”

“You called me then hung up,” you laugh nervously, “I got worried.”

Bradley felt himself beginning to smile, and he somehow knew you would be able to make him feel better. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, dropping his arm back down to his side. “Something happened and it made me….never mind. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, then it was like you read his mind as you asked, “Do you want to talk for a bit?”

Bradley leaned back on the pillow and let himself picture the way you looked at him when he said that he thought you were pretty when you laughed. The smile you gave him in the Jeep was so pretty, he was getting flustered just thinking about it. “Yeah,” he answered just as quietly. “Can we?”

He heard you shuffling on your end of the call, and he wondered if you were in a similar position he was in. “Of course,” you say. “What do you want to talk about?”

He thought about it for a few seconds before asking the first question that popped into his head. “What’s your favorite color?”

You laugh in response, and the sound has Bradley’s mood lifting considerably. “Mint,” you reply. “What’s yours?”

“Blue and red,” he rasped, “What’s your favorite animal?”

“Mmm, a fox,”

“Book?”

“The Catcher in the Rye,” 

“Do you like coffee?” He asked and added before you could answer, “This one is very important.”

You laugh again, “Oh, is it? Yes, I do, sometimes,” 

Bradley falls silent for a few seconds after that, feeling himself get lost in the way you sounded so sweet and genuine right now. 

“Did I answer it right?” You asked him and he turned onto his side, sliding the hand that wasn’t holding his phone under the pillow. 

“How do you like your coffee?” He asked instead of answering your question, and you didn’t seem to care very much as he was met with your laugh again. 

“I like french vanilla. It’s actually the only way I can drink coffee,” 

Perfect. You were perfect. You sounded perfect. 

He felt like he didn’t deserve to be talking to you like this or even to be talking to you in general. Bradley has always messed with things that didn’t need to be messed with and almost always ended up ruining it, and he really didn’t want to do that with you. 

But he didn’t want to end the call so soon. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“That’s a tough one,” you mumbled and he could hear you holding back a yawn. 

“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” He teased and you huff out a laugh.

“No, not at all. I’m just in bed right now and I guess my head automatically thinks I’m supposed to be sleeping,” you say in a quiet voice. “Um, my favorite movie…oh, I Know What You Did Last Summer.”

Bradley laughed at that. “A 90s slasher? Why am I not surprised?” 

“Hey, you asked,” 

You and he ended up talking for a while after that until you eventually had to go to sleep. He ended the call before getting up and putting the ticket from the gardens back on the board, looking at it for a few seconds afterwards. 

By the time he plugged his phone in and got under his covers, Bradley realized that he was no longer mad or annoyed about what happened with Bri, and that you had successfully calmed him down with just your voice. 

He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in his entire life, and not once did he ever feel like this about Bri. He knew he needed to tell Wes and Eli that he was done with Bri and that although he was hanging out with you, it wasn’t because he made a bet on you. 

He assumed they would be checking in on how things were going with the bet soon, and even though he had that brief conversation with Eli the other day about you, he knew it wasn’t enough to have him believing that Bradley’s intentions with you were pure. 

And maybe they weren’t in the beginning, maybe he went to those gardens with you after Bri broke up with him just to spite her, but it wasn’t like that now. He knew that, he just had to make the guys believe it, too.

[tothegirlwiththemousyhair]

Worries

Wade Wilson x Reader <3

Reader is panicking about Wade while he's out on a mission even though he's literally immortal.

Themes: Fluff, comfort, pure tooth-rotting sweetness.

Word count: 881

Wade had spent most of the day out of the house, it isn’t weird at all for him, but what’s weird is that he hasn’t sent you a text this entire time. He was out on a couple of low-effort missions, his favourite time to send you dumb selfies or opinions about what’s going on. Memes, bad outfits, a bad guy cowering in fear, anything that could make you laugh was sent but not today.

You assumed that maybe the mission was more difficult than Wade thought, someone found a way to murder him, there’s no signal, he’s just busy… etc. You definitely weren’t slightly worrying about him. Definitely. “Whaaaat? Meee? Why wouldn’t I be!” were your specific words to Logan when he walked into the kitchen and asked if you were alright because you were staring into your phone aimlessly.. He gave you your space and went back to what he was doing (I love Logan, but this is a Wade fic.) 

The downward spiral you were stuck in kept advancing and pretty rapidly. In an attempt to calm down your panicking state, you curled up into a ball in the corner of your couch, and watched your favourite show. 30 minutes passed by and you realised you missed a lot of the plot because your mind tuned the show out, and instead spent that time thinking “What if someone actually did find a way to kill him? What if he couldn’t heal fast enough? What if he’s just stuck on a tree trunk somewhere in the forest like a shawarma?”. You knew it wasn’t all that likely to happen, but it’s human instinct to worry about someone being stabbed... or skewered. Especially if you love them.

Inbetween all that worrying, you fell asleep on the couch. Hours pass, and Wade comes home wrecked but the adorable sight of you curled up on the couch definitely compensated for it. He snuck over to the bathroom silently, dumping all of his gear into the “hero-suit hamper”, something you insisted on after 'bad guy blood' got on your cutest pjs. He took a quick shower, getting all of the grime of the day off of him (mostly other people’s blood.) If it was up to him he’d just change into pjs and worry about showering in the morning, but he knows you have a different standard for hygiene.

He finishes showering and he heads over to the living room where you’re still asleep. There’s a moment of silence where he’s just admiring you and then realises that this is most definitely not the most comfortable sleeping position. He scoops you up, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You stir awake for a moment, “Wade? Heyy you’re backkk”, then press a barely-there kiss to his jaw. You go back to your sleeping state, definitely a lot calmer now that you’re sure nobody murdered your boyfriend.

When you wake up in the morning, there’s a slightly concerned Wade Wilson sitting at your side. “Honey, why were you panicking yesterday? Logan kinda told on you btw” Oh fuck now you have to deal with telling him and you’re going to sound delusional and- “Baby? You ok over there?” He interrupted your state of panic because your silence combined with the face you were making were very obviously at least a tiny bit panicked. “Ok so… I went into a bit of a downward spiral thinking about how maybe someone figured out a way to kill you. I know it’s very impractical and it’s silly to even consider, but I mean what if you don’t heal in time, or they cut you up and put the pieces of you really far apart?”

“It’s always great to hear that you’ve been thinking of all the ways to get rid of me honey, but I really doubt that’ll happen. Also it’s fairly hard, I’d know! I tried!” He replies, trying to get you out of this loop of horrid thoughts. “Wade, all that does is remind me that you were suicidal.” You snuggled closer to him, trying to feel that he’s still there. “Were! Past tense! It’s a very important tense how would we speak withou-” you interrupt him holding his lips shut with the tips of your fingers. “I’m just worried because you can be careless sometimes, alright? I know I sound insane.”

He pries his mouth out of the smushed-shut position you had it in, “First of all, you don’t sound insane, you sound very caring and I think that’s sooo cuteee." He presses a small kiss to your forehead. "Second of all, I promise to be a bit more cautious in missions for your sake, alright?” You cuddle into his chest, your head in the nook of his neck similar to last night, and he hears you murmur a small ‘thank you’, his arms naturally wrapping around you to hold you close to him.

There’s an extremely rare moment of completely silent peace between you and Wade, which of course he ruins, “Also if my parts were split and spread, do you think I’d reform into several mes? Like a lizard?” Earning a small chuckle from you.

As annoying as he was, he made your heart swell, and that’s all that mattered.

[saphronethaleph]

Obscure Legends Reference Bingo

“So how come you got the medal, anyway?” Biggs asked, grinning, and punched Luke in the shoulder.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Luke replied. “I said you and Wedge should get them too. That was great cover you guys gave, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He sighed. “I had this… feeling, while you were behind me. Like nothing was going to go wrong. And even when you left, I was sure that I’d do it. I couldn’t describe how, but it felt…”

“It felt like you could feel what was going to happen, right?” Biggs asked. “I could feel that too, I thought I was imagining it.”

Luke nodded, then frowned, then glanced up at Biggs.

“What could you feel?” he asked.

“It was… there was darkness, behind you,” Biggs replied. “Chasing you. Trying to destroy you. And I could feel when shots were going to go past me and not hit you, and I could feel when they were going to go past me and hit you. And… I tried to stay back as far as possible, so they couldn’t get past you, and when a shot was going to hit you, I let it hit me instead.”

He glanced towards the hangar. “Which is why my X-wing’s missing most of a wing. Sorry I couldn’t stay with you the whole way.”

“You did what you could, and that was more than enough,” Luke said. “Tatooine boys forever, right?”

“You bet, Luke!” Biggs agreed. “Man, I’m going to have to tell you how I got here… who would have thought it, right?”

He paused, and Luke knew why.

A voice had just touched their awareness.

Someone is here at last.

“Who said that?” Biggs asked. “Luke?”

“Not me, and that didn’t sound like Obi-Wan,” Luke replied.

He closed his eyes, focusing, trying to draw on the memory of what that contact had felt like.

Can you hear me?

“I heard that,” Biggs said, amazed. “That was you, Luke?”

“That was me,” Luke agreed.

Yes, a voice replied. If you can hear me… I need help. I’ve waited so long for someone sensitive to the Force to come to this moon. You need to contact the Jedi Order and have them send a Padawan.

Luke and Biggs exchanged confused looks.

What’s a Padawan? Luke replied, homing in on the thing he absolutely did not understand.

...hmm, the voice said, thoughtfully. If you don’t know that… how old are you?

“Weird question,” Biggs muttered.

Nineteen, Luke sent back, finding it easier every time. Or, I am. Biggs is older. But… the Jedi Order doesn’t exist any more. I only learned how to do this a few days ago and Biggs I think found out yesterday?

“The day before,” Biggs answered the question. “I first realized it when I was out finding an antidote for an illness Hobbie Klivan had – it’s his X-Wing you were flying, Luke.”

Nineteen, nineteen… the voice said. And you’re humans… well, I have to hope it will do. Come to this temple, please – as soon as possible.

Luke and Biggs exchanged glances as a location impressed itself into their mind.

“I can’t fly until my fighter’s repaired,” Biggs pointed out.

“I’m not technically part of the Rebellion yet, I think,” Luke replied. “Hold on, I’ll ask Han for a lift…”

“So where have you been?” Leia asked, some hours later, as the Millennium Falcon’s ramp lowered. “You know everyone else is busy, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Luke said. “But this was important.”

Leia’s gaze flicked across to the small, furry animal on his shoulder.

“A pet is important?” she asked.

“No,” the pet replied. “But freeing the souls of an entire race’s children – that is important, and it is what they have done.”

Biggs sniggered.

“Yeah, this was a surprise to us, too,” he said, throwing an arm around Luke. “Turns out nineteen does technically count as a child for the purposes of Sith Magic.”

“...so, you talk?” Leia asked.

“I certainly do,” the animal agreed. “Jedi Master Ikrit, at your service – I am a Kushiban, in case you are wondering. I would be delighted to help teach these two how to use their powers, and-”

“Ikrit?” General Dodonna repeated. “Jedi Master Ikrit?”

He looked completely poleaxed. “You were on snack toys before the Clone Wars! I distinctly remember saving one of them for a nephew!”

“Oh, dear…” the Kushiban said, ears flicking a little. “That is… not precisely the impression I would have expected to make…”

[byizoyas]

© byizoyas. [ art credit to: liann1009 ]

love & hate as a pair. scaramouche x gn!reader [ sfw. modern + roommates au; enemies to lovers. hurt/comfort ]

⤻ back to: event masterlist | word count: 4,1k.

⤻ a/n. thank you all, once again for 350!! this account is growing everyday and i rlly crave for more interactions with y’all. i hope you will enjoy this fic. childe next ehe

‘i’m hosting a little party at the apartment tonight.’

the expression of disgust slowly forming on his face mixed to the way he directly crossed his arms spoke for him.

he hated the idea, and he was pretty quick to say it too. but as you were about to argue back, saying how it was a shared apartment and not his, he spoke up again, cutting you off.

‘it’d better be clean by tomorrow.’

you frowned at his words. you had made an entire conversation in your mind the whole day before you told him. you planned any arguments he’d have to say and what to reply. you truly expected his reaction to be more hostile, but in the end he simply.. agreed ? no requests nor remarks ?

it was so unlike him, who always seemed to have something to reproach you. the way you sometimes let the door of your room opened, the way you brought friends without warning. yeah he definitely hated living with you, and he usually didn’t mind making it clear to you. but not this time, and well you weren’t going to complain about the sudden change of behavior.

it was probably exceptional you thought. just as he got up, ready to leave the library he had been studying in before you arrived and you couldn’t help but ask.

‘why did you agree so easily ? to reproach me something else later mh ?’

you weren’t that arrogant usually, but he had this vibe around him and the look in his eyes, as if he was barely listening to you that made it too hard to handle without saying anything.

you definitely despised his attitude. there could be worse roommates in the world you thought, but you’d exchange them all against that one guy if anyone suggested it to you, because he knew exactly how to piss you off and sometimes you even asked yourself whether he didn’t enjoy it.

‘what ? i don’t care about you’ he giggled. he didn’t seem to find the situation funny, so you easily deduced he was mocking your sudden confidence. indeed, you made it all about yourself right now but you didn’t really think before you spoke.

‘i’m not home tonight. do as you please, but i don’t want anyone in my room.’

‘of course.’

‘good. bye stupid.’ he walked away, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and had turned his back on you when you raised your middle finger at him.

you sure despised him. but you were still well educated, and it was an evidence that you weren’t going to let anyone enter his privacy without his consent.

the rest of the day passed by quite fast and you didn’t see him again. you didn’t even ask where he went. not that you cared, but well, perhaps he found it a bit impolite of you.

or perhaps he already forgot your existence.

but these thoughts quickly faded away when your phone lightened. you had a few notifications; all from lumine. she looked stunning for the party tonight, and she asked what time she was supposed to be coming.

you didn’t host parties really often so you didn’t even know what to tell her, instead letting her the choice. she sent a bunch of emoticons when announcing she was leaving her place to join yours right now.

you confirmed it was okay, while walking towards the elevator only to find a paper sticked on the doors that made you heave a long, deep sigh.

not working. please use the stairs

you were living on the tenth floor, and it honestly tired you only to think of the amount of stairs you’d have to climb to get home.

you took a look at your watch.

8pm.

you finished classes late today, and all you craved right now was a warm shower, and finding back your bed after the long day. but since you had several guests, you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep before late in the night and you knew it.

you didn’t even remember the reason you invited so many people at your place to party because you didn’t know most of them since you told your friends to bring their friends.

but the reason of that party was still fresh and clear in your mind.

he would be there, the guy you’ve been having a slight crush on had confirmed his presence a few days ago and it genuinely made you happy. however, now that it was in a few hours and depriving you from sleeping, you hated your own idea.

but it was way too late to cancel, especially since your friend had gotten herself so fancy to spend the night at your place.

you stopped thinking about this when arriving on the tenth floor, in front of your apartment. you slid your key in the lock of the door but since it couldn’t fit entirely, scaramouche probably got home before you.

‘ugh, you did it again ! open the door asshole.’ you shouted while hitting on the door repeatedly.

you didn’t care whether he was busy or not, he sometimes had his earphones on and couldn’t hear you knocking like crazy and it did happen once or twice where you were stuck out of your apartment because of this. so naturally, you didn’t have the patience to deal with this anymore.

‘what are you doing ?’ his voice spoke from behind you, making you jump.

his eyes fixed on your face were clearly judging you and the way you probably seemed insane from another perspective than yours.

‘w-what are you..? who’s inside ?’ you whispered, quite confused after you insulted him who was actually innocent all this time…

just as you asked, a woman opened the door, and crossed her arms against her chest.

‘good evening y/n.’

mrs ningguang, the owner of the apartment you both were renting was standing in front of you, a bit confused as to what just happened. she crossed her arms and greeted scaramouche with a nod, to which he responded the same way.

‘my apologies for this incident y/n. i had something to see with scaramouche about his contract, so he allowed me to come in with my own keys.’

she did seem genuinely sorry about her mistake, but the way she looked at you two as if suspecting something quickly made you uncomfortable.

it only happened a few seconds before she spoke up again, interrupting the heavy era surrounding the three of you that quite started to become suffocating at this point.

‘please come in, i wouldn’t want to bother.’

after that scaramouche was the first one to do so. you were staying unmoving, overthinking about everything and didn’t even notice her silhouette fading away inside your apartment, leaving both of you on the corridor.

scaramouche turned around, facing you, his brows pinched together and his face wearing that usual playful, mocking look you hated.

‘idiot. is making a fool of yourself the only thing you’ve mastered in your life ?’ his arrogant smile and giggles pissed you off, but before you got the chance to add anything, he had joined ningguang already.

they were both talking in the kitchen when you joined your room, throwing your stuff on your bed before laying down on it. god you hated him. he despised you and it was reciprocal. your hate towards each other was evident but you couldn’t help that strange feeling overwhelming you.

ningguang said they had something to check about his contract. was he leaving ? no way. his year in college wasn’t over yet and since he was studying just before, you knew he was not going to drop school.

did he hate living with you that much ? of course you despised it too. but to leave your place only because of him seemed quite impossible to you. and in all honesty you wished it was the same to him because it became a part of your routine by now, and imagining not having his mockery everyday seemed impossible to you.

‘why am i even worrying, i should be satisfied.’ you said to yourself. and if you were honest with yourself, a part of you was indeed satisfied but you couldn’t help but wonder : why did he hate you that much ?

because as much as he, was mean to you; you, had always been kind to him from the very beginning only starting to stop your little attentions and efforts to get to know him after he pushed you away several times.

you already lived in the apartment when he joined and since there was only two rooms, he had been your only roommate for a few months now.

you remembered the day he joined was sunny, a great day in perspective and he had somehow managed to ruin it to you. you had knocked on his door as he was organizing his room and his stuff.

‘do you want some ? i always drink some when it’s hot outside’ probably were the first words you’ve addressed him, handing out a glass of your personal favorite drink.

‘no thanks. close the door behind you please.’ he had said back then. he definitely made it clear from the very beginning, how he had no intention of dealing with you.

and even today, he never changed his mind over the past months of living together. but you got used to it, and in the end, you showed him the same appreciation he showed you.

after a bit of overthinking and plunging back into your memories, you finished dressing up. you looked super good, as if overthinking while preparing yourself was a necessary step in your beauty routine.

you could hear ningguang about to take her leave, and as much as you hated to do this you couldn’t help but eavesdropping after hearing her question.

‘is the cohabitation not going well ?’

you couldn’t reproach it to her the way she asked it, with a bit of worry in her voice as she spoke to him after she heard you acting crazy while throwing insults at him earlier.

but if only she knew he was the one who was super mean with you.

‘no. everything’s fine.’ he only said and they exchanged last goodbyes. you left your room right after she left.

‘why did you lie ?!’

‘i didn’t, leave me al-‘ he started to say before suddenly stopping himself with little to no explication about it.

‘so you’re leaving ? as if i was the insufferable one out here.’ you stated before giggling, you were obviously a bit offended but you were certainly off topic judging by the expression on his face.

‘i’m not leaving ?’ he said right away.

he was unmoving, his brows furrowed and his eyes not able to detach themselves of you.

‘what ? you thought you’d be getting rid of me ?’ you weren’t sure, but pretty much caught a hint of hurt in the way he asked this.

‘hell if i care’

he approached slowly.

‘you would miss me ?’ he asked. his voice was low and softer than the usual, yet his eyes reflected the same playfulness than before.

he was pretty close to you now and grabbed your chin, turning your face to the left. you had absolutely no idea what he was up too because he was not often —not to say never— initiating physical contact with you.

‘don’t wear this. it’s ugly.’ he said, grabbing your earring and putting it right into your hand.

‘what are you-‘ you started to say. your eyes were looking right into his, desperately trying to find the meaning of this but the aggressive sound of the doorbell cut the moment you were sharing.

lumine was there. and since she was on her way up to the tenth floor you were located in, scaramouche left with no answers to your questions. he only grabbed his jacket and walked past the door, waving goodbye.

‘have fun, ugly.’

he did say this, but the way his eyes couldn’t stop staring at you just before, said otherwise.

you sure would confront him later about this. acting so weird and then leaving was definitely not going to be left unquestioned. but for now, you had to organize your living-room for it to be able to welcome all of your invites.

your room was cleaned and tidied already. you were not planning to lend it to anyone though, but we never know.

‘you’re gorgeous y/n !’ lumine shouted, taking her phone off her pocket suggesting you’d take a photo before everyone arrives.

you ended up taking plenty of them and you looked so good in every single picture.

you finally managed to chose one and posted it on your social media. you weren’t posting lots of stuff, but you looked really good on this one and wanted to share it.

surprisingly, your instagram story had already several views despite your account not being followed by lots of people. and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes when seeing the first account commenting in your dms.

sc4ramouchh_ : followed my orders i see. i like it better.

there was obvious rudeness in his message, as if he didn’t try to hide it. yet, it still brought a slight smile to your face that you quickly hid before your friend asked more questions. perhaps because, for once, his interaction wasn’t punctuated by an insult.

sc4ramouchh_ : still ugly tho.

yeah you found it weird too, rolling your eyes and only sending him a middle finger emote as a response. you ended up turning off your phone for the rest of the night. you definitely wouldn’t let that hateful guy ruin it to you in any way.

‘shall we put on some music ?’’ lumine asked, showing off her phone and her playlist entitled ‘lumine’

‘you have a playlist named after yourself ?’ you only found to ask. and she giggled ‘i’m sharing my account with my dumb twin brother.’ she replied. ‘and he listens to shitty old rock songs.’

in the end you played a random playlist from a stranger, waiting for people to come. and they weren’t so long to join y’all.

your friends finally made their way and you could definitely say the party was a great success; if it was not for your crush who had not arrived yet. at this point you even asked yourself if he would, but you were too busy dancing, drinking and chatting to really think about it.

‘drinking games ?’ a voice spoke up over the crowd.

you looked around you. the lights were shut down so you didn’t see where the suggestion came from. you knew some of the people and didn’t know the other half so you had to admit you weren’t particularly comfortable with the idea of sharing a drinking game with strangers.

but lumine took your hand in hers, interlocking your fingers. ‘let’s play together mh ?’

she definitely wasn’t one of your best friends for no reason. she knew you by heart and obviously she realized you were stressed out by both the idea of the game and the idea of refusing to participate which is why she flew to your help immediately.

‘which game ?’ someone asked, and the music volume had been put down a bit.

everyone gathered in the living-room, pushing some objects here and there to find a seat after you told them it was okay.

you were now all sitting down on the floor, some on the sofa, in a circle and finally you got to see the face of the person who suggested the game. she was super pretty, and drawing lots of attention to her but now in a bad way at all, she was simply super charismatic.

‘we’ll be playing never have i ever.’

the loud reactions were betraying everyone’s expectations for it. you knew the game, never played it before but it surely wasn’t so hard to get; right ?

several turns passed before it got to be yours, so you got to see how it was played. players were announcing something they never done, and if you did it, you had to drink.

you were asked to stand up to speak which didn’t make you feel good already, but since it was dark most of people —not to say all of them— had drank, you figured out it’d be okay for you to be honest, because people would not remember it anyway.

and as much as you’ve always been called a loser for this, you felt confident enough to admit it out loud today. because the night was great, and the several people you talked with were super cool.

‘never have i ever.. kissed another person.’

this was it.

the silence that fell upon you after you said this, was more brutal than anything.

they were all keeping silent for a while, looking at you. only the music could barely be heard since the volume had been turned lower.

some took a sip from their drink while staring at you, a judgmental smile on their faces. others simply kept their eyes fixed on you before speaking up their surprise.

‘nah stop your nonsense, say an actual thing.’

‘y/n you’re no fun.’

‘of course they’re not lying, i mean..’ the giggles after that pained you.

it meant nothing and everything at the same time and it fucking hurt to feel so rejected in your own party. these people were no friends of yours, but you sincerely thought they appreciated you and in the end, they came only to have some fun, free alcohol and music and didn’t give a single fuck about you.

of course you weren’t going to expect making dozens of new friends in one night. but you expected some respect, and minimum appreciation because they were in your house and what just happened, made it feel like you were excluded. as if you weren’t in your home anymore.

‘that game is lame.’ someone only said, turning the volume back up and everyone suddenly moved on. but your brain replayed the scene over and over again.

you had lost lumine by now, had no idea where she was so you went to text her, but couldn’t find your phone. surely you had put it somewhere safe because you weren’t naive to the point of trusting every single person that stepped past the front door tonight.

you opened the door to your room, but it was occupied by a random person who was drunk and sleeping and you didn’t have the heart to throw them away.

you closed the door and looked around the room, observing each of them. some were drinking again, their eyes slowly drifting into the void. some were dancing as if energy was never missing. and there was you. alone. at your own party.

your apartment was full and your room busy. you indeed had nowhere to go; and in the end you found yourself forced to go to the only unoccupied place of the apartment; scaramouche’s bedroom.

it was dark.

you had never entered in here before. the decoration was quite basic. a guitar on the right side of his desk, multiple clothes pending, all dark obviously. you stopped looking at everything and only went to sit on the floor, in the corner of the room.

you brought your two hands to your face, hiding it. you felt ashamed. not that you had any reasons to, but you couldn’t help but feeling that way.

the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been experimenting was playing with you in a way you despised.

you heard the door of the room opening slowly, and someone grumbling right after.

‘so you’re here y/n. you could check out your fucking phone sometimes. i was locked outside ! stupid you let your key in the door and i couldn’t enter my own apartment.’

and he kept on complaining over and over again. the idea of him being stuck outside the apartment sounded fun to you because he did it to you several times before. but you weren’t really in a mood for joking.

‘are you even listening to me ?’ scaramouche shouted at you and you heard him kneeling in front of you but you still had your hands hiding your face.

‘mhh’ you didn’t find the strength to speak actual words.

‘hey are you drunk ?’ scaramouche took your wrist, to allow himself to see your face, and his eyes widen to the sight. your eyes were swollen and your gaze empty.

‘have you been crying ? did one of them hurt you ? y/n ?’

you weren’t replying. how could you possibly tell him your true feelings and what had happened when you were so ashamed of it still.

the tears were starting to seriously threaten to fall down. but you weren’t alone anymore in this room that wasn’t yours and there’d be no way you would cry in front of a man, who literally adored to make fun of you for quite anything he could find.

meanwhile they were all partying outside, and that is when you realized; whether you were here or not didn’t count to these people, they simply wanted to get drunk, but they didn’t like you. they obviously didn’t because no one would do this to someone they like.

‘pathetic.’ he grumbled, pushing onto his right hand to help himself getting up from the floor.

that wasn’t the first and certainly not last time scaramouche would call you something mean you thought, so you didn’t even bother replying and since he left the room right after this, you didn’t have time to do so anyway.

few minutes had passed and as if you realized what happened all of a sudden, you allowed yourself to cry, letting some tears fall down on their own. you were staring at the ceiling when you heard the music stop.

it was sudden and brutal.

judging by the various complaining voices you heard, that wasn’t part of their party. yes their, because you weren’t a part of it anymore, not after you decided to lock yourself into your roommate’s room.

after a pretty long moment where you even asked yourself if he would, scaramouche got back.

‘they’re all gone.’

he approached you slowly but didn’t get down at your level this time. he even commanded you to get up, which you did because after all, it was still his room and even though he wasn’t supposed to be there tonight, he had all the rights to throw you away.

‘stop crying y/n, it doesn’t suit you.’

his words were harsh. and yeah he certainly never won the award of the best comforting person ever; but there was something about the way his gaze softened and his voice changed.

his whole being turned out much sweeter than usually.

‘never have i ever felt so humiliated before’ you finally said.

you didn’t know what was with you so that you felt comfortable enough to vent to him. but you definitely needed to talk now. and since lumine had disappeared who knows where, you only had him.

he listened.

and he wiped your tears away. his fingers were soft, and caressing your cheeks gently.

‘never have i ever seen a person like you.’

‘which is.. ?’

his choice of words did confuse you, especially after you thought of earlier on the entry when you were getting ready to welcome lumine and he was about to take his leave.

‘lots of things… everything.’

his voice helped calming yourself down a bit. his words were sometimes messy and also wrongly chosen but the sincerity going with it was saving it all.

the rest of the night passed by, scaramouche offered his bed if you wanted to sleep multiple times but you said you didn’t want him to lose his bed over you only because of the failure that party was.

so instead you spent the night talking and confessing to him about lots of things and it was as if you had a brand new scaramouche with you.

as if it was the same person, but things had changed about him.

his purple eyes were full of tender and barely closing themselves as if wanting to keep looking at you for hours. you were just too beautiful and he was fond of it.

the playfulness and mockery had faded away from his face tonight.

just for tonight, you’d make an effort, you thought. just like he made one probably only after he saw how bad you were feeling.

tomorrow the insufferable roommate would be back.

or perhaps,

scaramouche cared about you enough to stop with all this comedy he played for himself. it was obvious that he did care more than he let it show.

because he listened to you rambling over again on the same subject. because he stayed up all night with the only thought of making you feel better.

and because the way his hand caressed yours the whole night, was everything but friendly.

[starleska]

[stepping over the picket fence from my backyard into your backyard, like I’ve learnt anything about Despicable Me or Maxime since my last ask besides it is, indeed, the masc “le Mal” and not the feminine “la Mal”]

Hi, hey, howdy, don't worry about getting to this ask quickly or replying or anything, you take care of yourself, do what you need to do, do what you want to do 💕 I'm going on a thought experiment, a couple of thought experiments. <3 

but I was pondering my orb or taking a four hour nap or whatever you wanna call it and like. Is flustered, needy Maxime a new concept???? Not something that’s been greatly considered????? Bc tbh, he always gave me those vibes. For some reason. Like “Oh yeah, of COURSE he’s clingy and embarrassed and blushy and etc etc”. I’m not even sure why I was so sure but it just felt right. 💖 Surely…I wasn’t…projecting any type of …”personal biases” upon himAHEM so sorry, allergies. 

That big coat is for hiding and he totally can just, dissappear in there and hide from the world. He could pull the coat up and his head in and hope he can cover how read his face is. Like don't look at him rn, he's so vulnerable and uncomfortable about it bc he's used to being so big and impervious, but also don't go away, bc he likes you sm and this is so nice and he loves being adored. But also it's so much!!!!!!!!! Vicious cycle.

I'm a Blushy Needy Maxime truther. Or liar. I'll leave it to the people who've actually seen the movie to decide. Just the bigger the ego, the harder they fall, thats what I always say. Don't fact check that. 

What do you reckon flusters him most? Nice words? Physical affection? Teasing? Gifts? All of the above? I feel like it could be anything. 👀 or maybe it’s none of the above. 

Maybe I underestimate him, maybe he's got better composure than I assume, but every set of armor has a weakness! Anyone can get flustered, Maxime can get flustered, and tbh he probably should get flustered. Where there’s a will there’s a way! …Maybe Valentina would help. Either way I KNOW THAT GUY IS GETTING FLUSTERED I know it 

Accidentally a little overboard with the teasing and flustering and he gets all in a huff, giving the cold shoulder. You gotta say you’re sorry and wrap your arms around him, and in an ideal world he’d hold strong to his grudge until he felt you’ve paid your dues, but he can’t help but melt into your embrace. He compromises, turning back to you, burying his still-hot face into you and refusing to look at you instead. His arms tight around you, not letting you go even long after you assume all is well. His ire is still on you, you know! You owe him a lot for all that trouble you put him through! And besides, he still feels lightheaded from all this blood rushing to his face. You must let him stay in your soft, supportive embrace for just a moment longer. You wouldn’t turn him out now, would you? After you did this to him?  For shame. 

(He is Not intending to let you go anytime soon, he is making up all the excuses)

…hm…I may be talking in circles and not saying much of anything. I also feel like I’ve Greatly Exposed myself today. I gotta go disinfect my ear piercings…I gotta wash my neckties….I gotta refill my mint essential oil diffuser to keep away…the….the bugs…ahem…I gotta make a Pokémon team for Normal Reasons. 

I'm also once again coming to you cold, literally standing next to an actual oven for warmth like a Victorian child when my jacket is on a chair literally just one Maxime away. I’ve Got to GO. I CANT KEEP BEING LET OUT OF CONTAINMENT LIKE THIS. Thank you for listening to my TEDTalk/hostage situation. If anyone asks, I was never here. Take care, you’re great <3 

[Runs away, jumping fences like I committed a crime here.]

not you dropping an entire three course meal and dessert into my askbox, á la mode!!!!!!! 🙈💖💖 for someone who claims they don't know anything about Maxime, you certainly have put a lot of thought into this message...😉

you know, at the time you sent this ask I would've said that flustered, needy Maxime is a new concept, but we've had an amazing wave of art for him over the past week and there's so much of him being all cute and blushy 🙈🙈💖💖 i think it's that he is so easily angered and hates being called cute…he's total fluster-bait!!! we NEED to make him blush 🥺 AAAAA ohhh my god the idea of him wrapping his coat around himself and hiding is so soft!!!! no no you are SO onto something because Maxime is so horribly arrogant and confident, he's a bully who loves the spotlight and desperately wants attention…so wouldn't it be interesting to finally hit that sweet spot and get him wanting to hide? i really do think overt affection like that would make him curl up, and if you did it in a pointed enough way, his face would light up like a traffic light 🥰💖 i think that Maxime is probably really unprepared for anyone who is able to match his energy. he's looking down at you all heavy-lidded, boasting about himself and casually belittling you, but you shoot back with a well-aimed flirtation and it just. hits him like a truck. his cheeks warm, he starts to stammer. he desperately tries to recover, but he's actually looking for an out because he needs to find somewhere to breathe and quiet his beating heart 👀💖 YOU ARE CORRECT Valentina would so get involved!!! you've probably seen us talk about Valentina a bit before, and our wishes that she'd had more dialogue/character development in the movie…but two things that are very canon about Valentina is that she loves cute things, and she also thinks MAXIME is really cute 👉👈 i am certain that behind closed doors those two lavish all kinds of attention on each other, and Valentina turns Maxime tomato-red every time!!!! squealing no no no please don't be embarrassed i LOVE this!!!! gahhhh i adore that quick possessive flip from being so embarrassed and curling in on himself to it being something where he desperately wants to keep you, he can't let you go…!!! oh, my heart 😳😳😳 it's going to sound so silly given all of the stuff i've made for Maxime and being a selfshipper but i adore him so much that i STILL get so incredibly squirmy even trying to imagine any degree of one-on-one discussion with him, let alone contact…!!!! it's taken me a week to answer this ask for exactly that reason 🙈💖 so THANK YOU for fueling my brain i am going to chew through my hoodie sleeves now 😳😳😳 cackles. are we both sufficiently dead now? did you manage to do all of those convenient excuse-related things (including making the Pokémon team which i would LOVE to hear about)? 👀 it's OKAY lovely, open yourself up!!! there are no rules when it comes to loving characters - who says we can't adore many at once?! 🥰 thank you for always sending the loveliest, most interesting asks!! i've been mulling over this one for a hot minute and it's really, really cheered me up after a tough month, so big big hugs 🫂💖💖

[dizzyjelly]

Hate When We Fight

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ellie comes home stressed and you guys get into a fight, you crash on a friend's couch before going back and making up the next morning. Kinda angsty but a happy ending:)

Cw: arguing with s/o

You could tell Ellie was stressed when she’d gotten home that day, you assumed a tough day at work. She'd kicked her shoes off quite aggressively at the door, which had you putting the dinner you were cooking on hold to go see what was up. Then as she walked past the kitchen, not even looking your way, she tossed her keys on the counter before taking a seat on the couch and reaching for the TV remote.

You furrowed your brows as you continued on with dinner, an empty stomach never helped with stress, so at least you could help with that. Everything was ready and you set up two servings, both looked equally good but you gave Ellie the one with slightly more food. Taking a seat beside her, you set her bowl down on the coffee table along with your own.

Scooting closer to her, you brought an arm up and around her shoulders and leaned into her. You were mostly shocked and decently hurt when she grabbed your arm and removed it from her shoulders, not that gently either. Taking that as your sign to back off, you scooted to the other side of the couch, curled your legs up onto it, and began eating your dinner.

Ellie started on hers as well, not even saying thank you. In fact, she hadn’t said one word since she’d walked in the door. You were beyond confused, and slightly worried.

“Ellie?” You hummed, “is everything okay?” you asked.

Slowly, you tried to give her a shoulder rub to help her relax. Immediately she stood from the couch, bringing a hand to her head as the other waved in the air while she yelled at you.

“Would it kill you to leave me alone for five fucking minutes!? You’re just making my shitty day even shittier!” she shouted, and the anger in her voice was more apparent than anything.

You stood as well, feeling small and defenseless when she towered over you. You brought your hands up defensively.

“Sorry…” as much as you tried to resist them, you couldn’t help the tears that began to stream down your face, “I think it’s best if I just go.” You were quiet now.

Now you were the one ignoring her as you pulled on your sneakers and threw your jacket over your shoulder. She called out your name, and a sorry, as you slammed the door shut, but you paid her no attention. Quickly, you got into your car and drove to a friend’s house, where you asked if you could crash on the couch.

“Yeah, of course.” She replied, bringing you inside with a hug.

“What happened?” She asked as the two of you went and sat on the couch.

“Ellie came home, and she was like hella pissed, I still don’t know why. I was just trying to give her a relaxing massage and she started yelling at me to leave her alone, so I left. She didn’t even say thank you for dinner. And she always says thank you.” You explained everything to your friend, your phone blowing up throughout your entire story.

You sighed, picking it up. Of course it was Ellie trying to get ahold of you, she’d already sent ten texts and called twice. You silenced your phone before setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Damn, that’s pretty shitty.” Was your friends comment on the situation.

You nodded your head in agreement, then yawned.

“Honestly I’m really tired, can I just go to sleep?” You asked, and your friend was more than happy to let you check out early.

She brought you a pillow and blanket, both of them nice and fluffy. You smiled as you thanked her, setting your coat and your phone on the coffee table before lying down and pulling the blanket over your tired body.

As you tried to go to sleep, you couldn’t help but think about what happened with Ellie. Sure enough, the tears started again, you cried yourself to sleep that night. All you wanted was to be curled up by Ellie’s side, like usual. Instead you were on your friends rather small couch, all alone.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, groggily you stood and made your way to the kitchen for a mug. Your friend was filling up her travel cup, for work you assumed.

“Morning!” She greeted you, nodding her head to the cabinet she kept her cups in.

You grabbed a sage green mug, filling it with coffee and adding your usual mix-ins. You sipped it, it was some damn good coffee. A small smile made its way to your face.

“There’s my girl!” your friend shouted enthusiastically.

“Hi” you chuckled awkwardly, “I’ll probably head home soon.” You told her, before taking another sip of your coffee.

Your smile was wiped from your face at that thought, as much as you were dreading going back, you couldn’t just leave forever.

“Alright, well you’re always welcome here. Good luck with everything, I’ll catch ya later.” Your friend smiled as she left, making her way to work.

You sighed, going back into her living rook and taking a seat on the couch crisscross applesauce. Hesitantly, you picked up your phone and opened up last nights texts from Ellie.

‘Baby I’m so sorry.’

‘I can’t even explain why I acted like that, but I’m sorry.’

‘I’m am idiot.’

‘Fuck’

‘I’m so fucking stupid.’

‘Please answer.’

Those were all from a few minutes after you’d left, then she sent a few more closer to four in the morning. Which was shocking, since she was usually never up that late.

‘I’m so so sorry, I know I already said it but I want you to know how much I mean it.’

‘I miss you.’

‘I wish I could hug you right now.’

‘Goodnight. I love you <3’

That was the last message she’d sent before going to sleep, you assumed. Sighing, you tidied up the couch where you’d slept. After folding the blanket neatly and setting it atop the pillow, you collected your things.

You let yourself sit for a few minutes after you finishes your coffee, then you left. On your drive home, you blasted the radio, to drown out your thoughts if anything. As you pulled into the driveway, you dropped your head down onto your steering wheel.

Almost immediately you picked it back up, Ellie’s car was still here. Well that’s unusual, and worrisome. She should be at work right now, and she was not one to take a sick day.

You felt like your legs would give out at any second and you’d drop to the floor as you walked to the front door. You didn’t bother knocking, since it was your house and all. Confused, you kicked your shoes off at the door. All the lights were out.

Then you’d noticed the dishes from last night still sitting out, you furrowed your brows as you put them into the sink as quietly as you could. A frown fell upon your face as you spotted the half drank wine bottle on the counter. Ellie only drank wine under two circumstances. One, if she was bouncing off the walls with excitement. Or, two, she was downright depressed. You were pretty sure you knew which circumstance last night had been.

You couldn’t help but wonder what she did after you left last night, but your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of small sniffles coming from behind you. You turned and saw Ellie standing just outside your bedroom door, one arm was held tight across their chest while the other was holding their hand to their mouth as they chewed at their thumbnail.

“I’m sorry.” She choked out through her tears, her voice was quiet and shaky.

You chewed at your bottom lip, not even bothering to fight the tears swelling in your eyes. It made your heart ache to see her like this. She stepped closer to you, her arms now glued to her sides.

“I didn’t mean any of it baby. I promise.” she sniffled as even more tears poured down their cheeks.

Unable to just stand there any longer, you threw yourself into her arms. She wrapped them around you almost immediately, holding on for dear life as she cried into your shoulder. You’d wrapped your own arms around her waist, holding your hands together behind her back.

“I know. I know.” You whispered through your tears, pulling her even closer if that was even possible at this point.

“I hate when we fight.” You sighed, your voice slightly muffled by Ellie’s hair as you were smuggled into the nape of their neck.

“Me too.” she let out a wry chuckle, beginning to rub a hand up and down your back.

After a few minutes, you pulled away, but only slightly. Your hands remained on Ellie’s waist, and hers stayed glued to your middle. Smiling at her, you leaned in for a kiss. And, of course, she kissed you back. It was short and sweet, and left you blushing afterwards like always.

“Can we just go take a nap?” You asked, whispering, as you leaned your forehead against hers.

She merely nodded and then you held hands as you walked to your shared bedroom together, the bed had clearly been slept in as it was anything but made. You shut off the lights then waited as Ellie climbed into bed first.

You got in beside her, getting as close as you could and bring an arm over her stomach as you entangled your legs with hers. Your other arm rested so your hand was just cupping her cheek, she wrapped her arms around you with love and gave you a small squeeze then a kiss on the head.

While you still wondered why she was so upset yesterday, now clearly wasn’t the time or place for that conversation. It would wait until later, because for now you were just content as you laid your head on her chest and let your eyes fall shut. It only took a few minutes for you to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

[jakelandryshorts]

Secret Santa

“Here,” Jeff put down a $20 bill. He’d been waiting in line long enough to buy the last of his Christmas presents and was willing to lose twenty bucks to make it go a bit faster. “Just take it.”

The big burly man turned around. “Are you sure? I know I have some money in here somewhere…” He continued struggling as he was looking through the massive coat covering his body. With how big and old of a guy he was it was clearly very hard for him to do so.

“Yes. Really. I’m fine,” Jeff replied.

“Wow! To think the Christmas cheer is still going around,” the man’s eyes grew big. “How could I ever repay you?”

“Think you could get me laid?” Jeff snarked.

“Is that what you want?”

Jeff felt himself choke at the suggestion. “God. No. Sorry. It was just a joke. I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” he somewhat apologized.

The man gave a strange laugh. “Of course.” He turned back to the cashier and paid the last of his bill, making sure to give the change to Jeff.

Jeff stuck it in his pockets as he walked away. “That was strange right?” he asked the cashier while she was bagging up his items.

“You’re the one who asked him to have sex with you…” there was a faint smile coming out of the corners of her lips as she said it.

Jeff felt a smile come out of him as well as he realized just how loud he must have said it. “Right…” he blushed a bit as he paid for his items.

Still, Jeff couldn’t help but feel a little weird as he drove home. Something about the guy seemed almost staged or like he was genuinely thinking about giving him his ‘wish.’ Twenty dollars was twenty dollars after all. But Jeff had only meant it as a joke. A bit of frustration he’d had since he’d not really had a date in the last couple of years and was really starting to feel out of it.

Eventually he got to his apartment. His roommate was on the couch playing video games in his Santa suit. He’d taken up one of those bell ringing jobs to make a little bit of extra money and with his extra weight, all he needed to do was put on the suit and he looked like a younger version of the myth. However, what he didn’t expect was the strong smell of freshly baked cookies. It filled the entire apartment and was all he could smell as he entered.

“You bake something?” Jeff asked.

“Nah,” Matt said, not looking away from his game. “A package came and that’s what was in it. There’s a note.”

Jeff went over to the box to see it was already opened with a few of the cookies missing. He found a note as he opened it. ‘Since I wasn’t you’re type, I figured I could get you something a bit better. Ho Ho Ho.’

“Huh?” Jeff flipped the card over a few more times to see if anything else was written on it. He quickly turned to Matt. “And you didn’t see who sent this?”

“It was on the mat when I got home,” Matt said. He paused the game and got up. “Really good fucking cookies. Like God damn,” he grabbed another and shoved it in his mouth. However, as he looked at Jeff, his eyes lingered. It was far longer than they ever had before.

“Wh-what?”

“Noth-ing,” Matt choked on the word. It sure as hell didn’t feel like nothing. “You know what these need? Some milk.” He walked to the kitchen and his large black boots clopped onto the wooden floor with each step.

Jeff chased after him. “Are you avoiding me?” He quickly asked, cornering the other man in the kitchen. Something was happening. Jeff could feel it. He just didn’t know what it was. The way that Matt had looked at him, something was definitely up.

“What? No…” Matt smiled. His cheeks turned a bit red, but stayed that way. He ran a hand through his hair. As he did so, the brown color stripped out of it, causing it to turn completely white. A strong hint of maturity quickly followed as the weight on his face disappeared and instead gave his rounded face a much sharper quality. The wild beard he’d been growing through October and November trimmed itself closer to his face only drawing the strong angles out of his chin even more. “Why would you say that?”

Jeff felt a tingle rung through him at the warm welcoming sound of Matt’s voice. There was a jolly feeling running through the words. “I don’t know…” Jeff could still feel it. Even though he didn’t consciously see Matt’s extra weight starting to pull tightly against his muscles. Or how those same muscles were growing far stronger.

He could just sense something was happening as he watched the white shirt his friend was wearing start to pull tighter to Matt’s chest. Thick biceps and well defined triceps were clung tightly against the sleeves while Matt’s wide shoulders that were shaped more like cannon balls filled them completely. His big belly was pulling in on itself making that the only part of his clothing remain loose. The suspenders were good enough to hold the oversized pants up.

“I just thought you might have one more package to deliver…” Jeff ran his finger down Matt’s firm chest, over his abs and grabbed at the other man’s cock.

“Ho. Ho. Ho!” Matt laughed as he’d been called out. The fear on his face had been replaced with grand holiday cheer as he grabbed Jeff by the waist. His large hands easily lifted the other man up and over his shoulder as though he were nothing more than a small sack of gifts. “Is someone trying to get on the naughty list?” Matt continued to tease as he walked to the bedroom. Then tossed him onto the bed.

“Maybe…” Jeff was able to sneak out. But Matt was quickly on top of him. His massively strong body easily pinned Jeff down to the bed as he kissed the smaller man. His beard gently scratched against Jeff’s smooth face as their mouths interlocked. The two’s tongues wrestled with each other but Jeff the sweet taste of peppermint and chocolate filled his mouth. His fingers intertwined with the large calloused hands of the other man. He squeezed with all his might as his cock throbbed in delight over the natural strength of the other man.

Even if Matt wasn’t exerting any power, Jeff could feel no matter how hard he squeezed it was nothing compared to the person on top of him. His back arched and he pulled out of the kiss and Jeff gasped for air.

“Oh, ho ho!” Matt teased. One of his fingers gently ran down the side of Jeff’s face. “I hope my present isn’t too much for you…”

Jeff shook his head, ‘no’, but his sex addled brain was making it hard to think about anything other than the jolly man on top of him. At some point his free hand had made its way underneath Matt’s shirt and was gingerly running his fingers through the forest of white hair underneath. He parsed through the hair feeling the strong abs and thick meaty pecs, gently squeezing the powerful muscles still hidden underneath the white shirt.

“That’s good to hear…” Matt slowly pulled away from Jeff’s grasp. He slid his hands down the small man’s body and undid the button on his pants. Jeff’s hard cock pointed to the ceiling and swung around. Before Jeff could react, he felt Matt’s lips spread over the tip and his mouth fully engulf his rod.

“HOLY--!” Jeff felt himself gasp as his hands gripped onto whatever they could get ahold of. Feeling the other man’s lips glide against his cock while his tongue wrapped around his rod was far better than he could have imagined. He fought off the wriggling and writhing as the joyous feeling ran through his entire body. He couldn’t help it as sheer bliss ran through him.

Even as one of Matt’s fingers slipped inside his asshole, it only turned him on more. The tickling of his prostate and insides was too much for him. He let out a gasp. Then another buck of his hips. And felt his balls release.

“Oh God!” Jeff cried out as he finished in Matt’s mouth. It took him a few seconds before he’d realized what had just happened and he looked down at Matt. “Sorry… Should have given you a bit more of a warning…”

Matt only smiled as he pulled out the softening cock from his mouth. “I told you I needed some milk.” He stood up and then undid the suspenders over his shoulders and let his pants fall to the ground. Jeff let out a gasp seeing the well defined legs but also the red and green stripped jock strap that was more stuffed than a stocking. “Besides. It’s my turn to deliver that package…”

He undid the jock and his cock sprang to life. At least 10 inches long and thick as a bundle of candy canes, it pointed directly at Jeff. Jeff felt his cock harden again, but the size was far larger than anything he’d ever taken before. His eyes went wide. But he felt one of Jeff’s hands grab him and easily flip him over. He pressed the tip against Jeff’s anus, letting some pre drip down into it.

“It’s okay…” Matt whispered as he nuzzled against the nape of Jeff’s neck. “I’m good at fitting into small spaces… It’s holiday magic.” He pressed the tip in. Jeff let out another gasp as his cock hardened all over again. It slapped against his stomach as more of Matt’s cock pushed inside.

“F-uck…” Jeff moaned as his motor functions gave way. He couldn’t think anymore as the warm hug from behind only made his mind go crazy. And feeling Matt gently nuzzle the soft nape of his neck with his white bristly beard was more comforting than he could have ever imagined. Even as the smell of sweat and sex filled the room, all Jeff could think about was that warm embrace and the powerful arms wrapped tightly around him.

He barely even noticed as Matt finished inside him or that he’d finished again, coating his bedsheets. But a powerful urge to sleep over swept the two men as Jeff finished. Out of the man came, “Merry Christmas…” and a sparkly blue magic emerged from his mouth. The two slept soundly as Matt gently cradled Jeff in his strong arms.

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[mitsukiwa]

Baby, love me cause I'm playing on the radio.

Previous I Pt 7

WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?

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I wake up by the lousy alarm ringing on repeat, I was a heavy sleeper.

There was this one time I slept through my entire alarm I had set It to ring for an hour, and the next hour after that.

So, yes, I'm kinda psyched I woke up with my alarm.

Though unlike other times I woke up with someone in my bed.

My back was pressed to a body behind me, with strong arms wrapped around my middle.

I'm confused for a moment, until I remember a fragment of yesterday's events.

I groan out, slapping my hand on my forehead.

Tom behind me begins to stir awake, and I tense.

I'm sober now, and not to mention hung over, I really need a aspirin right about now.

"Guten morgen, meine Engel" he rasps out.

I wiggle out of his hold, sitting upright and leaning over to the side to shut off the alarm, that was obnoxiously ringing.

"Morgen" I simply say.

I was too hungover to complain about it.

I rub the sleep off my eyes with my palms. A yawn escapes me while doing so.

I turn back to look at him, "wow, you look so angelic in the morning" he saids teasingly.

I flash a fake smile, "and you look like a puffed up pufferfish" I make sure to give a sassy tone.

"She's cranky in the mornings" he states with a hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn.

Ew, why is he talking to me in second person?  Well, whatever.

"He's annoying in the mornings"

He rolls his eyes at me.

I turn back around, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.

I go through any new messages from yesterday or today. Some from yesterday were from the museum in New York, some from friends.

Bill to be precise, he must've sent it last night. I click open the message.

(Bill💙)

1:32 am. Bill:Where did you run off too?

1:55 am. Bill:Gustav said you were with Tom?

2:30am. Bill:Get home safe❤️

Tom peers over my shoulder, I quickly turn my phone away from him.

"Stop being nosy" I move away.

He had a shit eating grin. "Gustav said you were with Tom" he mocked.

I roll my eyes "stop being immature."

He says something after that, but I ignore him. He absolutely hates when I ignore him.

Instead I respond to bill.

(Bill💙)

10:15 am. You: Tom drived me home

I texted. Not a minute after he texted back.

10:15 am. Bill: that's good

I get a call and it's from bill, on instinct I answer.

"Hey" I speak into the line.

Tom immediately mouths, "who is it?"

"I take it Tom's there with you?" Bill asks.

"Yes, unfortunately, the child's with me" I sigh out.

Bill laughs, and I couldn't help but laugh too. My mood lightens when bill laughs.

Tom only scowled at me.

(TOM'S POV)

"So, how did it go with that girl last night?" She asks bill.

Oh,no she was only making shit worse for herself by asking that question.

She didn't have the phone on speaker, so I wasn't able to hear what bill replied but by the looks of it, she didn't like he answer.

"Are you guys official?"

I was cringing. She was just so stubborn sometimes.

I shook my head at her disapprovingly.

Again the answer she was met with wasn't one she liked.

"Congrats"

It was obvious that was faked.

"Well,uh I've gotta go, I'm supposed to be picking up my sister from the airport, she staying with me for a few days" she than saids goodbye, and hangs up the phone.

She sighs out. I get up from the bed and walk up to her, enveloping my arms around her form.

I wanted her to feel better, it pained me that she was sad.

I also hated bill for hurting her like this and for him not even noticing it.

She looks up at me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"He's happy"

"No, he's not-" she shushes me.

"Tom, I need to be honest"

I stay silent for her to continue.

"I like bill, but your making it hard for me"

I'm stunned, confused and a bit of amused. (Why did that rhyme 😭)

"Your being all nice and sweet, and I hate it-its confusing me" she lets out a frustrated sigh.

I smile down at her, she looks up at me for a few moments before smiling back at me.

"You're such an ass" she states. She had on a huge grin.

"I'm such an ass" I repeat.

She playfully punches my shoulder. "Shut up"

I bring up my thumb and index finger pinching them together, I act as if I were zipping my mouth shut.

And locking it, throwing the imaginary key away. She giggles at me.

She then wiggles out of my hold, walking over her closet and picking out some clothing.

She begins stripping off her clothes. I clear my throat to get her attention.

"Turn around perv" she said. Her round cheeks flushed a crimson red.

I chuckle as I turn around.

When she finished she called out "done".

I turn around, flashing her a smirk.

I put on my shoes while she runs around the room to gather her things.

I'm sat on her bed when she finally finished.

"Ima head out, lock the doors before leaving, okay?"

I gave her a firm nod. "got it," I gave her a thumbs up.

Before she leaves, i clear my throat causing her to freeze. She turns around.

"what is it?"

I tap on my cheek with my index finger. She rolls her eyes.

Begrudgingly she walks over to my spot on the bed. I can't help but grin as she stalks closer.

She leans down to peck my cheek. "be safe" I call out before she's out the door.

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[b4ts1e]

▀▄▀▄▀▄A Misread Situation▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚌!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

Kiddos shall be 10 years old like in the base game! I also changed the outburst into something more canon- since I highly doubt she'd get extremely upset unless it had genuinely hurt MC or some else she cares for.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It was after class time, Tamarack and MC were talking casually as they packed their things away so they could head home once their rightful gaurdians arrived. At first the conversation was neutral before it took a slightly more- upsetting turn. The two talking softly about their parents, MC taking a seat ontop of his desk as Tamarack sat in her seat like usual.

"So- I know I've asked before but doesn't it make you sad that your parents sent you here to live with your Oma and Opa?" he asked, messing with his fingers in his lap. "Not really- but I do miss them a lot sometimes. Oma and Opa are very caring though, and they have time to play with me too! Mom and Dad were always suuuper busy with their jobs... But that's okay! I get to explore the forest behind our houses now!" she explained, voice fluctuating with her emotions.

"I understand that- momma is busy as well, and well- my dad...I've never met him so-" MC explained a bit, lacing his fingers together to prevent his fiddling. "I noticed that, how come you don't know him?" she asked curiously, not a single ill intention behind her question. "Momma told me it's something called- artifical insemination? Basically, my dad is an annoymous person who helped my momma have me."

"Oh okay." Tamarack answered, not understanding entirely but grasping the basic explaination he gave to her. "Well look at it this way! We're just more similar now!!!" she said cheerfully with a clap of her hands- her radient joy making the boy smile softly. "Yeah!!!" he agreed with a laugh before 'the boys club' entered the room rather loudly. Darren complaining about something or another, most likely about Qiu insisting on making sure MC and Tamarack got home safely.

"Oh hi you three." the girl greeted softly, catching their attention. Darren rolling his eyes softly, Qiu offering her a smile, and Baxter nodding his head in acknowledgement. "Oh! Darren told me this joke earlier, wanna hear it?" Qiu asked, approaching the two calmly despite his grin. "Sure." MC replied quickly, offering his neighbor a small smile. "Wait Qiu-" Baxter started but got cut off by the said boy telling the joke. "Are your guys' parents ninjas? They must be really good at their jobs huh? Cause I've never seen 'em!" he said, expecting laughter but getting a dead silence instead. Darren flinched slightly at the poor execution of the joke, as well as how directed he had said it.

MC was stunned to silence, looking to Tamarack for her reaction- seeing slight anger welling up in her eyes, but Qiu was oblivious to it as he told another joke. "So- there's this webpage for orphans right? Sadly it doesn't have a home page." he tries again, but fails and before he can try again Tamarack stands up- face downcast.

"That's not funny." she said, voice shockingly stoic before Mrs. Murray walked in telling her that her grandparents were here for her. Tamarack leaves, waving to MC without a word. Qiu was silent, not understanding what was wrong with what he had said. "Qiu. Those aren't things you can joke about with Tamarack." MC explained, disappointed but as upset as his feminine friend had been. "Why not? It's just a joke?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"She misses her parents Qiu, plus we were just talking about that kind of stuff. I'm not as upset since I don't have much of an attachment to a man I've never met, but she loves her parents- despite them being too busy for her." he explained, hopping off the desk and adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "Oh. OH. Oh no, I didn't mean it like that-" Qiu said, slight sorrow in his eyes as he realizes how those jokes sounded. "I am so sorry MC! I didn't realize, I just wanted to share the jokes with you both..." Qiu said genuinely, hugging himself slightly.

"I'm not the one you should apologize to Autumn, like I said- not attached to a man I don't know. Tomorrow though, apologize to Tamarack." he explained before looking to the other two boys. "Thank you Baxter for trying to stop him before, but Darren please don't make jokes like that around Tamarack alright?" he addressed individully. "Yeah I know how parental absense can be a sensitive topic for some, I apologize I didn't stop him sooner." the professional thirteen year old said, crossing his arms- hiding his hands. "All that matters is you tried, thank you." he said before Mrs. Murray entered the room again and informed him of his mother's arrival outside.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow, but please- give Tama some space okay?" Mc said before exiting the room without hearing the answer from the boys.

Qiu felt terrible, he hadn't meant to hurt Tamarack- truly. He just wanted to share the jokes he had been told before the three boys arrived to the classroom. He had not expected nor thought that the joke could've hurt his friends, but for now- he covered his concerned expression with his usual grin and focused on hanging out with Baxter and Darren. Despite the two knowing he wasn't as alright as he presented, the both of them allowed it for the moment- after all Qiu always tried to take care of his friends. It was tough for him to know that he hurt one of them on accident.

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[alluralater]

Hi, I’ve never sent an ask but I love seeing your advice asks on my dash. I’m in my 20’s and I’ve been out as bi for about 2 years now but lately I’ve been thinking that maybe I’m a lesbian but I’m not sure. My family aren’t really a place I can go to to talk it out, I just don’t know how to be sure

hi! sexuality is a journey and sometimes it can be hard to understand what we want or what really appeals. before coming out as lesbian (for the second time) i laid awake every single night and wondered why nothing ever seemed to fit. i would go out with my friends and get completely wasted, always managing to bring up the subject of "how does anyone really know they like men?? what if i don't actually like it and i just think i do because i feel like i have to?" truly i felt that suspicious about my own sexuality. honestly it took me having a really really fantastic sexual experience with a guy to know i wasn't interested whatsoever in men. it takes time. i then did a ton of shitty online tests because (as a capricorn baddie) i needed the validation of simple data en masse. those and my own feelings, plus the addition of everyone in my life confirmed that i am a lesbian. think about it like this, a single smile from anyone that is not a man lights up my entire body in such an incredible way, where with men i don't feel that in the slightest. having sex with men, there wasn't a single time i wasn't thinking about a woman or nb i've had sex with instead. i was consistently dissatisfied and nothing helped except admitting that i was in fact a lesbian. it's hard to do so in a society that expects people to have relationships with men at the center of everything.

calling all my babes to the replies below - please tell this anon how you knew you were a lesbian or bisexual <3

[taomyou]

The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 6

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Status: COMPLETED Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it? or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires. Word Count: 5.9k Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking

(A/N: this fic is entirely available on ao3 here if you would like to read it there instead!)

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When you wake up, it's not your alarm that gets you. No, you never turned it on before bed last night. Instead, it's the sound of your phone ringing. You're tempted to let the phone call go, but you don't want to miss anything important enough for someone to call in the first place. You can barely bring yourself to open your eyes, much less check who's calling, but you tap the green "accept call" icon and wait for whoever's on the other end of the line to speak first.

"Hello?" The voice says to you. You genuinely cannot tell who's speaking, so you rub your eyes to try and get used to the light sneaking in from behind your blinds. Surely, it's not a client right now—you have a different ringtone for the ones you have pre-saved in your contacts.

"Who is this?" Your voice sounds groggy, but you can't really bring yourself to care in this moment. You hear a bit of commotion in the background of the call, but still no voices you can decipher. You pull your phone away from your ear to check the caller ID, but it's an unsaved number. Before you can hang up, however, a different voice speaks up, and you do recognize it this time.

"Hello!"

You immediately bolt up and get yourself seated on your bed, holding your pillow to your stomach. "Isabel?"

"The one and only!"

You let yourself fall back onto your bed, closing your eyes again.

"How'd you get my number?" You ask, voice still weak having just woken up. You're not angry—just very, very confused.

"I asked Hange for it!"

You guess that explains it well enough. Still, why is she calling you?

"Okay... why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

"What're you talking about? It's almost 12," Isabel says.

Again, you peel your phone away from your ear to check the time; 11:57 AM.

That late already? It felt like you were just texting Levi and closing your eyes.

You sigh and press the speaker icon before getting up to get ready for the day, not that you have anything planned in particular, though. Maybe you'll head over to the store later to get some ingredients for dinner; you feel like making something for yourself. In the background, you can hear the first voice from earlier say something to Isabel along the lines of "what kind... butter..." You choose to ignore that and instead reply to Isabel, and you start getting up to head for your bathroom.

"Sorry, I just woke up."

"That's okay! Good morning to you!"

"Good morning." After setting your phone down on the sink counter, you unscrew the cap for your toothpaste before squeezing some out onto your toothbrush. You quickly run it under some water and pop your toothbrush into your mouth before walking back to your bedroom while Isabel talks.

"I'm really sorry to bother you, but could you stay on the phone with me while I'm grocery shopping?"

You put your phone face-up on the spot next to you as you sit down.

"Sure, but what do you need me for?" Your voice is muffled, seeing as you're brushing your teeth, but when Isabel doesn't ask you to repeat yourself, you figure that she can hear you clear enough to understand you.

"Well, me and Furlan decided we would try our hand at making the egg tarts with the recipe you sent Levi last night, but we don't really know what we're looking for."

At the mention of Levi, you take a quick pause.

Well, it does make sense he'd share the recipe with them, but you figured he'd be there to help them figure out what they needed. You don't know who Furlan is, but his name has come up enough times in conversation with the group for you to just assume he's a close friend of Levi and Isabel's. Well, seeing as you don't have anything to do today, what's the harm in staying on the phone with them?

"Yeah, give me a second to finish brushing my teeth first." You leave your phone on your bed to go and finish brushing your teeth and handle other bathroom business. After you finish washing your hands, you head back into your bedroom to take your phone with you into the kitchen. "Okay, I'm back."

There's a quiet before Isabel comes back to you. "Thank you! Okay, so which butter do we need? Does it matter if it's made in Europe?"

You hum, going to fill your kettle with water and turn it on. "No, just take whatever's cheapest. And it'd be better if it was unsalted, but it doesn't really make much of a difference."

You hear a bit of laughter in the background. "See, I told you that it didn't matter if it was expensive!" You hear a bit of shuffling around where you assume that the phone has been handed over to someone else, and that voice is clearer. "We haven't met before, but this is Furlan."

You tell him your name, reaching above to your upper cupboards for your teapot. "Nice finally meeting you. Well, at least over the phone." Once your teapot's safely on your counter, you head over to grab some tea from a small basket near your kettle. You decide on some raspberry tea to start the day.

You go back and forth like this, with either Isabel or Furlan asking you what brand, type, or even color of something to get should be.

It's quite hilarious, kind of like backseat driving. Your mother would do the same for you when you were younger and had trouble picking out the best vegetables and whatnot at the supermarket, and you did the same for your brother every so often when he needed the help. All the while, you're sitting peacefully at your dining table and sipping your tea, careful not to burn your tongue.

Isabel and Furlan excuse themselves from the call, but thank you for your help before it ends. You smile as you say your "goodbyes" to them and quickly add Isabel's number into your contacts. Stretching your arms and legs, you get up from your spot at the table and head over to get dressed and go to the supermarket. You make sure everything's clean before leaving, too, just so you won't have to fiddle around much before you can get to cooking.

The supermarket you frequent near your apartment complex looks overwhelmingly busy and there's no parking, probably because there's some kind of sale, so you decide to ignore it and drive the extra 5 minutes to try your hand at the market on Rose. Maybe Sasha's working so you can thank her for helping Mikasa's birthday run well last night. You applaud yourself for your decision to go there instead, seeing as there's plenty of parking available and you don't need to take a long walk to get to the entrance. You make sure you lock your car before heading in.

There's a big, loud sign at a bin full of cabbages promoting a sale, so you settle for making a nice meal for yourself with them. You pick up a few, seeing if they're good to use, and eventually bag some to put in your cart. It's still quite cold out, so you figure a stew pot would be nice. You pick out a few other vegetables before heading over to grab some other things you need. You take your time going through the aisles before heading over to the bakery, memory of them fresh since you were here just a few hours ago.

You can see Sasha a bit away, putting a cake into the display case. She seems to be talking to a customer all the while, so you wait for them to finish their interaction before you head over and wave. When she notices you, her eyes light up, and she returns your wave. You exchange greetings while she finishes up with the display case, then moving over to the counter to get closer to her.

"Whatcha' doin' here?" She asks, putting her hands into the pockets of her apron.

"I'm just getting some stuff for dinner, but I also wanted to come back and say thanks for having a good time with Mikasa yesterday. She seemed really happy she got to go out with you guys," you tell her. She smiles and gets into the same mock salute from yesterday.

"You're very welcome!" She relaxes, and the two of you giggle. "It's been a while since we all got together, since her, Eren, and Armin are all worked to death—no offense to you, of course."

You wave her off. "No offense taken, I'm also overworked."

"You know, there's a position open here for assistant baker," she jests.

"I'll send in my resume tonight."

Funnily enough, you wanted to be a baker when you were younger, hence why you make so much time to bake even now. It's a dream that never amounted to anything that made you money, but you realized at some point that it was better to keep that part of yourself separate from work. It's nice, though, that Sasha's been able to pursue that, regardless of if it's her long-term goal or not.

You notice a few pastries you hadn't seen before in one of the display cases at the other end of the bakery area, and you strike up conversation with Sasha about what they are. She's a bit surprised that you're well-informed about baking as she's explaining everything, but you can tell that she's happy to be talking with someone who can understand her when she's talking about her work. You can see the edges of her eyes crinkling as she smiles, letting you know that she's genuinely enjoying your conversation. You pull up certain steps she explains on your phone, and she talks you through things you don't know.

The exchange goes for quite some time, but before you can let her go, she waits for you to finish talking about something before looking over your shoulder.

"Is there someone waiting for you?" She asks. Looking behind you, you see Levi at the end of one of the aisles. When he makes eye contact with you, he just as quickly looks away at something on the shelf in front of him.

After yesterday, you feel a bit nervous to see him, but it's nothing for you to necessarily be afraid of. You nod to Sasha, and she quickly goes to grab you a pastry from the back kitchen before you have to exchange "goodbyes." You promise to come back soon, and she promises to look forward to that.

Seeing that Levi's still in the same place, you make your way over to him, careful to not bump into any of the displays in your path.

"Hi. It's nice seeing you here," you greet.

"Yeah." Not much of a talker today, huh. He's wearing athletic clothing, which is quite different from the formal or semiformal attire you usually see him in, so he probably came from doing some exercise that tired him out. Even with the lack of formality present in his outfit, he still looks good. Great, even, but that's not really any surprise. He looks over at you, then glances over at your cart. "What're you here for?"

"Just getting some things for dinner. What about you?" You take note of his lack of cart or basket, coupled with a lack of item in his hands.

"My roommates texted me during my run and told me to buy a bag of flour."

Come to think of it, Isabel and Furlan never asked you what kind of flour they needed. Not that the answer would be anything crazy or out of the ordinary, but you figured they knew that already and didn't bother asking you.

"Isabel and Furlan are your roommates?" At the mention of them by name, he looks at you again.

"How do you know that?"

"They called me earlier for help picking stuff out. I figured you were talking about them."

He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I told them to wait for me to text you, not for them to fucking call you. I didn't think they were serious about making anything today." You laugh, bringing up your hand to cover your smile. "Sorry about them."

"It's no problem. Besides, I wasn't busy with anything, so I didn't mind."

"Still." You hum. Remembering the pastry you have from Sasha, you tear half of the parchment sheet she used to wrap it, then use that to tear off half of the sweet. You hold it out to Levi. "What's that?"

"Take some, the baker here gave it to me." When he doesn't move to take it, you keep going. "Or if you don't want it, you can give it to Isabel."

He sighs before taking it, careful to not touch the treat itself. "Thank you. I'll give it to her when I'm home." You take that as your cue to say goodbye, but before you can do that, though, he calls out to you. You stay in place, nodding for him to keep talking. "What flour do I need?"

You smile, then putting your hands on the handles of your cart. "I'll show you."

After you put your half of the pastry in the smaller section of the cart and he does the same, careful to make sure the parchment prevented the pastry from touching the cart, the two of you walk alongside one another. It's almost like the time you came for the eggs and butter all the while ago, but this time, you aren't upset about work. Well, it's still a pain, but that first week was especially rough.

When you reach the flour, you point out which ones he could get, and he picks the cheapest bag he can. You offer to let him put it in your cart, which he does, and the two of you head over to the cash register together.

As you're laying your things on the conveyor belt, you can't help but feel a bit shy. It feels quite domestic, the way you two are out right now. It felt different the last time you were here together—back then, you were both dressed in work attire and lugging around your respective bags and struggling to make conversation, but it's not like that at all this time around.

You're both dressed rather casually, and there's no pressure or rush for you to be anywhere at all.

While Levi's looking down at his phone, you take away the little divider that would've separated the flour from your things. He doesn't realize it until after you've paid, but he doesn't say anything to you in protest. Instead, he wordlessly helps load everything back into the cart and pushes it himself out of the store.

Once you're out of the store and out of the main walkway, you both stop. You hand Levi his half of the pastry and a bag with the flour after checking to make sure that none of your things are in there.

"Thanks for paying for the flour," he says.

You wave him off. "Don't worry about it. It was, like, 5 bucks." He nods.

"Again, sorry about Isabel and Furlan calling you. It probably woke you up."

"It did, but it was almost noon anyway."

"Sleeping in that late now?"

You playfully go to punch his shoulder, careful not to knock anything out of his hands. "You're the one that told me to sleep well."

He rolls his eyes, swatting your hand away. "Yeah, yeah."

You take your bags out of the cart before pushing it back into another one in the general area where they are. Him not having moved, you smile at Levi and instinctually go to wave, but you feel the weight of the bag keep your arm down. He rolls his eyes again, probably in his own way of laughing at you, but returns the "wave" with his own.

"It was nice running into you, Levi! Get home safe!" You yell after him, given the distance.

"I will, you get home safe too." He doesn't speak any louder than he does before, but there's no one around for you to not be able to hear him. You nod at him before turning to make your way back to your car, smile not leaving your face.

Once you've gotten everything in your trunk and you're seated at the wheel, you go to message Levi to remind him you're free if him, Isabel, and Furlan need any help with understanding the recipe. After the short drive back to your apartment and a somewhat longer walk back up to your unit, you check your phone to see that he replied, saying that you should prepare yourself for a barrage of phone calls from Isabel when they get started. You laugh, and have your phone on the counter as you get dinner prepared.

It's nothing difficult; you're basically just cutting things up and throwing them into a pot, but it's relaxing, and you feel satisfied taking a sip of the broth as you're waiting for it to finish cooking.

You get your first phone call from Isabel around 5, just after you finish putting away your cutting board and knives. When you pick up, you hear chaotic banging of what sounds like pans and other metal appliances in the background of her asking if you need to butter the tins (and her also thanking you for half of the pastry Sasha gave you). You tell her that you do need to butter them, and you can practically hear Levi rolling his eyes at her as an "I told you so."

The second phone call you get from her phone is not even 5 minutes later, and this time it's Furlan who asks you how to measure everything without a kitchen scale (which, to his credit, is on you for only writing in the weight measurements for everything), and you direct him as best as you can, your own recipe book open to the page in front of you to make sure the conversions are correct. You can hear Isabel and Levi arguing faintly in the back, though it's mostly Isabel trying to get Levi to stop criticizing how she washes the dishes as they're being brought out. All the while, you're taking small spoonfuls of your stew, savoring the flavor.

The third phone call you get from Isabel is her asking things completely irrelevant to baking, mostly just random questions that pop into her mind. Furlan and Levi take the phone away periodically to actually ask you how to do things, but Isabel always wrestles it back from them to ask another "would you rather" question that you answer in earnest. During this phone call, you finish up with your dinner and head over to the sink to get everything clean and then put the rest of it into the fridge for the next day. When she ends the call to wait for the tarts to bake, you decide to skip over to the bathroom and take a quick shower.

As the water falls over your head, you let yourself feel relaxed. It's the first weekend you've had in a while that wasn't out spending time with Hange, Erwin, Levi, and the rest of their crew, not that you hated spending time with them or anything, but it gets you a bit tired at the end of the day. Sure, you ran into Levi earlier and you've spent most of the day basically with Furlan and Isabel, but that felt refreshing in its own way. Maybe getting to sleep in instead of being dragged around by Hange was what made it feel different, but you'll ignore that. When you step out of the shower, you brush your teeth and grab a towel to dry your hair before going to bed early. You let yourself melt into your mattress, but keep your phone near you in case Levi or Isabel calls again.

You can feel yourself slowly drifting off, but before you're fully gone, you hear your phone ring again for the fourth time. "Hello?"

"Isabel told me to tell you to look at the pictures she sent you," Levi says.

You hum, putting your phone on speaker and then tapping around to open the message from Isabel. It was sent a couple of minutes ago, which explains why you didn't hear the notification over the sound of the shower.

The first one is relatively simple, just a small plate with three tarts on them. They all look a bit different from one another, so you assume they're all made by different people.

The second photo is a selfie of (who you assume is) Furlan with Levi and Isabel arguing behind him in the kitchen, which you laugh at.

The last picture is of Levi taking the tarts out of the oven, with Isabel and Furlan's hands at the bottom of the shot in a thumbs-up. You roll your eyes, but make sure you save all of them to your photo gallery.

"You guys should open a photography studio."

You hear Levi scoff. "Yeah, right." You yawn before pulling your blanket over yourself, turning over to your side. "Are you in bed already?"

"I'll have you know that," you check the time on your phone, "8:32 PM is a perfectly good time to be in bed."

"If you say so."  You laugh, switching your phone back to regular volume instead of having it on speaker. "Don't let me keep you up then."

You yawn again. "Nah, I have a few more minutes left in me." It's a complete lie, but you don't really want the day to end, even if you didn't end up actually doing much.

"You definitely do not," Levi says, then calling over Isabel and Furlan. "Okay, say 'thank you.'" You laugh at the visual of this; he's acting like a dad forcing his kids to say 'thank you' at Christmas. You hear Isabel say something first.

"Thanks for helping us today! They turned out really yummy, even if we didn't wait for them to get cold."  You tell her it's no problem, then it's Furlan's turn.

"Thank you, we couldn't have done it without you. They're good, but they're not nearly as nice as the ones you sent with Levi."  At the compliment, you hum, closing your eyes. You again tell Furlan it's no problem, and that you'll send more with Levi when you get the time, and maybe you can meet him in-person sometime too. Furlan gives the phone back to Levi.

"What they said," says Levi. You laugh.

"No 'thank you?'"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." You yawn for the third time that phone call, stretching out on your bed. "I think I gotta go."

"I can tell." There's a pause before he speaks again. "Good to know you're getting your sleep back."

You nod slightly to yourself. "Me too."

"Take it easy at work."

"I will. I don't know much about how work is for you, but if Hange's right and you're really as famous as they say, you should take it easy too."

"They're not wrong, but I don't care. About being famous, I mean."

You make mental note of the fact, though it probably won't register with how tired you are. "Goodnight, Levi."

"Goodnight. Sleep well."

Before you even need to think about getting the energy to pick up your phone and end the call, you hear the end note from Levi's end and let yourself fall asleep.

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Sunday goes smoothly enough, again not doing anything quite productive. You took Levi's words to heart, pretty much sleeping the entire day away.

Monday passes well enough, without having to see many clients. You stayed later than usual to finish some of Tuesday's paperwork early, leaving the office dead last at 8 in the evening and just barely making the bus, but you went to bed decently happy and excited for the next day, seeing as Hange got you and them a reservation at Sina's Kitchen for the two of you.

Sina's Kitchen is the hardest restaurant to get a table at in the city, and you've never been able to get in before. Not that you tried particularly hard, but the website boasted a months-long waitlist, and you couldn't be bothered to figure out how to even set up a reservation. When Hange first invited you to dinner with them for Valentine's Day, you figured they were just going to take you to a small local diner, and the two of you would finish out the night with whatever bad reality TV would be on air when you got back to your apartment. You asked on Sunday morning over the phone where you'd be eating so you could preemptively choose an outfit.

"Where are we going on Tuesday, anyway?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? We're eating at Sina's."

You sarcastically laughed at them. "Yeah, sure we are." When they didn't laugh with you, you just had to ask. "We are?"

"Yeah!"

Upon the knowledge that you'd be going to be having dinner on what is one of the busiest days in the dining industry at the most famous restaurant in the city, you texted Mikasa to ask if she wanted to get ready together. You knew she was going to spend her Valentine's Day with someone, her having mentioned it on Friday at her office birthday party, though you didn't know who she was seeing. You don't ask her, and she doesn't ask you who you're having dinner with. She replied that she was wanting to ask but wasn't sure if you'd be up for it, to which you told her she'd be welcome over anytime at your place.

Which brings you to Tuesday, where you've gotten most of your work done for the day yesterday, and you can finally have lunch with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin again in your office. You've missed having them spend this time with you, but work was still too unforgiving to let that happen unless you stayed late like you did yesterday.

When you're back from a quick trip down the hall to deliver some paperwork before lunch, Eren looks over at you from his spot at your desk. You smile at him as you go to sit at your seat, then stretching your arms above your head and yawning. He keeps his gaze on you but seems to be thinking over what he should say.

"What's up?"

"Who are you seeing tonight?"

"Huh?"

At Eren's comment, Mikasa kicks him underneath the table. "I told you not to ask."

Your phone beeps several times, and you pick it up to see several text messages from Hange.

Hange - 12:25 PM

Don't forget dinner tonight! Dress fancy :D Maybe that dress you wore to your Barrister's Ball? Actually, make sure you wear something blue Maybe like blue-grey? Idk what color exactly but something like that And that one necklace you wore! I think you wore it when we went out with Erwin and Levi the first time

You roll your eyes halfheartedly and reply to your friend.

"See! She's smiling at her phone! She's texting her date!" Eren accuses.

Now, it's your turn to kick Eren's leg underneath the table. "Yes, I'm texting my hot, sexy, rich date. I'm telling them all about how much I hate a green-eyed, brown-haired intern working at the same firm as me." He angrily takes a bite from his sandwich, trying to kick you back. You bring your legs closer to yourself before he can.

"Eren, calm down, she doesn't hate you," Armin reassures him.

"Oh, yes. I do." You all, save for Eren who rolls his eyes, laugh before going back to your food and casual conversation. "Got anything planned tonight, Armin?"

"Not really, just going to catch up on some studying." You smile bitterly at him, nodding.

"It's okay."

He wipes away at an invisible tear, a smile on his face. "I know."

"See, Eren, there's a man who's secure being single," you joke. Instead of him sending an insult in return, him and Mikasa look at each other, and then at you. Armin's also looking at Eren and her. Weird. "Anyway, how's everyone doing? I haven't really gotten to talk to you guys much lately. Well, except for Mikasa, I work with her everyday."

Armin slumps further into his chair, and Eren groans dramatically.

"I want to quit," Eren whines.

Armin nods. "It's getting to be a lot, is it normally like this?"

You reach for your teacup, frowning slightly. "It gets bad, but it hasn't ever lasted this long." You trust that management is trying their best to get things solved, but Erwin still hasn't been able to tell you yet what's going on for you to really think things will get better soon. It's gotten a little better and most people in the office have had a cut in their paperwork, but you haven't really seen much of a difference for yourself. "You get used to it eventually."

The four of you move onto making lighter conversation, talking about past Valentine's Days and gossiping about other people in the office. Just as you always do, you shoo Eren and Armin away after lunch has run its course, and you and Mikasa get to work.

You end your work relatively early, seeing as you handled most of it yesterday, so you help Mikasa with hers until you're both done and ready to leave around 3. Petra took the day off today, and so Mikasa was able to bring her car for the two of you to leave and get ready at your place. She's having dinner at a restaurant near Sina's, so you both figured it would be easier to have her drop you off, and have Hange drive you home after.

You're both too tired to really carry any sort of conversation, seeing as work has drained you both once again, but she lets you connect your music to her car, and you try to choose music that you think she'll enjoy. You speak up to let her know what highway and roads to turn into, and she follows along. When you reach the parking complex at your apartment building, you offer to carry her backpack so she can carry up her dress and other items she needs to get ready.

She follows you inside your apartment, and once you've both had a second to settle in and get something to drink, you drag her with you to your room where you have a full-body mirror, and you both start getting ready. It feels fun—almost like you're teenagers getting ready for a school dance.

You get in a blue dress, just as Hange directed (you assume they want to match), and Mikasa puts on a well-fitted red dress before you pull her again in front of your bathroom mirror with a box of your jewelry. You let her try some on, and once she puts on a pair of dainty moon drop earrings, you force her to take them. She does the same with some of the hair accessories she brought, and she forces you to keep a hairpin that has a small star and a few crystals hanging from it.

After checking and making sure you both look ready, the two of you make sure you have everything you need before heading downstairs back to Mikasa's car.

You carry on a bit of conversation now that Mikasa's driving again, but it's nothing particularly deep. Better to not accidentally sour the mood before Valentine's Day can really get itself started.

"Wait, so who's your date tonight?" You ask, knowing you won't get the chance to ask again before you get to Sina's. Even under the dim glow that the city lights provide, you can see her blush.

"Who are you about to see, then?"

"I asked first, but I'm with Hange today, so you know that's not a date. Now you answer."

She seems to hesitate before answering, but there's a small smile on her face when she does tell you. "Eren."

Your mouth gapes open, and then it closes. That's why they were being so weird earlier. Not your place to really judge in the first place, but they actually do seem like they'd be good together. There's probably some HR person that would disagree with you, but Eren and Mikasa can deal with that when (not "if") they get hired. Oluo and Petra make it work, so they probably can too.

"Good for you, Mikasa." She rolls her eyes (out of love, hopefully) before making a turn to get you to Sina's. You check the time; 7:58 PM. A bit late for your liking, but right on time for 8. Once she's parked, you make sure you have all your things in your purse before getting out. She rolls the window down.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Astraea."

You smile at her, waving. "Happy Valentine's Day. Tell me all about it tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah."

And with that, you see her car drive away. Well, more like you see her car get lost in city traffic.

When you get inside the restaurant, you take your phone from out of your purse and check for any messages Hange left. Sure enough, there's a text telling you they're already inside and to use the name "Smith" for the table. When you text back asking why, they tell you that Erwin's the one who got the reservation. Earnestly, you don't question it. Erwin's a powerful enough man in this city, even as only a managing associate at the firm, so you're not all that surprised Hange reached out to have him book you the table for the night. Explains how you got the spot on such short notice.

Pocketing your phone, you go up to the reservation desk. "What can I help you with today, ma'am?" The reservationist there asks.

"Hi, I have a reservation under 'Smith,' at 8," you tell him. He looks over at the computer situated under the countertop of the desk and lightly bobs his head, and you can hear the faint clicking of his mouse scrolling through what is likely the reservation list. He nods before calling over a hostess over to look at whatever's got his attention. She nods before looking over to you, her hand gesturing for you to follow her.

As you're walking through the booths and past other people, you feel a bit star-struck. Not really because you see anyone particularly famous, but it feels like such an elite environment to be in. You don't feel out of place, seeing as you're a lawyer and you're in these types of settings quite often, but it still feels unfamiliar in most regards. The people aren't particularly loud and the lights aren't too bright for your eyes, but something about being there feels overwhelming.

"Here you are," she says, placing the menu at the table. "Your server will be with you shortly." You nod to her, and she leaves. You can't see Hange, since they're seated on the same side as where you're standing, so you walk forward to get to your place in the booth where there's already a glass of water for you. Before you can sit, though, you hear them choke on their drink, and you look over at them to instead see...

"Levi?"

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[ollovae3]

Hi there!

I'm looking to create a clone OC, but I'm worried about power dynamics being an issue between him and a far more "galaxy weary" partner who has seen a lot more of the universe's cruelty.

Do you have any advice on how to make sure the relationship and dynamic stays healthy and equal? I've never shipped a clone with anyone before, so this is all brand new territory for me.

Hallo, Anon!!

I actually figured out words for a minute between homework pages, so wanted to reply while they were still with me!!

But: A. Love the idea and also honored you asked! And B. I think so far this actually sounds totally fine? Honestly your pair sounds like my parents!! My Mom's the "Eeyore" of the two, and my Dad's the "Tigger" as they put it, along with other things, so they're similar sounding!

I think I know where you're aiming your worries, so I'll answer to that, but if I guess wrong please feel free to toss another ask at me!! And none of these are like,,, decrees or anything? Just suggestions for you to take and run with as you like!! If they sound definitive, sorry about that, that's not the tone I'm meaning to give. 😅

If you're worried about power in general, this partner being a Jedi would be a more major concern, but civvies also need to be kept an eye on? Clones have very little/no power during TCW, and if they're AWOL they're at risk of being captured and sent to an unknown fate. I'd advise writing this concern in, even if just in your notes, and have them address that imbalance? For Avi and Thorn, for example, along with boundaries for her as a Jedi (and her being technically non-military/not in command of his branch), they also agreed to let him be the lead for how the relationship proceeds, so he lets her known when he's ready to move forward, or needs space, so that he's got more control over how far he's okay with going in various situations.

If your clone is still serving, I'd run with something similar, so that the civvie isn't like, putting him in danger or making him feel as though he's being dragged around with threat of a report over his head. If not serving, I'd aim that way still, though enjoy adjusting to giving them more PDA/date time 🤣

As for the "World-weary vs Hopeful" dynamic, I'd definitely stray away from old tropes of "clone knows nothing and acts like a child constantly" and "partner has to show clone about anything that isn't a weapon". The clones know things, they've trained for this, he's likely been deployed for a bit and gotten to travel and visit different places, experience new things already! Instead of the mentioned tropes, aim for something more adult. Maybe he knows about grocery stores and street food, but he's never had money so never gotten to actually choose and purchase anything, so when partner takes him along to a corner store, he's excited to get to pick out what to get! Maybe he loves candy, but trading with vod isn't a vast wealth of the one he really likes, so partner taking him out to go and buy a bunch of that candy to enjoy and explore. Stuff like that if that makes sense? Emotionally, those old tropes show up too, so watch out for those. While Clones maybe didn't get a TON of romance experience, they clearly know about it. They'd be more likely to just be awkward about how to go about flirting/asking someone out, rather than entirely ignorant to the concept.

And address the question more literally, while this person may have seen more cruelty, it may be interesting to pit that against how the Clones are raised and what they've seen in battle? Maybe your trooper describes home and his childhood, while partner is listening with a dropped jaw. Maybe they don't get why he's so damn optimistic, why he's so "ignorant to the real world", only to get a verbal smackdown explaining that he's very much aware of the real world, but that he's also witnessed a lot of good, and he fights to protect that, not to try and just beat bad guys?

Sorry for this length, I was trying to sort of "shotgun" answer, since I was worried you may have been asking one of a few different ways? But if I still missed or if something I said is odd/confusing, let me know!! I'm in midterms so my brain is mush atm. 😅

When you write or draw those OCs PLEASE let me see, they sound wonderful?? And for ok there questions, definitely check out CloneHub and Queen-Breha-Organa!! They've got great posts about racism in SW, and discussions about clone OCs/ships!

[justyoursicanon]

'iya, i found your account relatively fast and i love how you write, can you maybe do a story of a christmas party with everyone (saxton hale, ms pauling, the administrator, and the entire tf2 gang)

thanks so much!!

Awh why thank you anon! And I appreciate the feedback on my writing! Its always a pleasure to hear that I've done a well job on giving people well written content! :D

That being said, here is your request! Quite a long one but I hope you like it! :]

You may start reading! ^^

"Pyro! Keep your flamethrower steady there partner! Don't want to burn the cookies before anyone gets to even taste em!" Engineer alerted to the arsonist. Pyro, who had lowered the gas of their beloved flamethrower, nodded happily and replied with a muffled "You got it!" Engineer just chuckled, and turned back to cutting more of leftover cookie dough, using his mechanical hand to fix his turtleneck as his other hand pushed onto the cookie cutter.

"Yo hardhat! Ms. Pauling and Hale are coming soon, just wanted ya to know so you don't gotta rush much when they actually pop up yknow?" Scout came by, glancing at Pyro's freshly warmed up cookies and giving the masked merc a thumbs up. "Well thanks Scooter, do me a favor and gently put these in a pan would ya?" "You got it." And as requested, the Scout gently grabs and places them onto the steel pan, poking them away from each other to create space to each other as to not make them stick once they start baking.

Scout proceeds to push both filled pans into the even,clapping hs hands to dust away the excess crumbs. "Thanks again there son, why don't you go ahead and help Slim with the tree? Think I saw him havin a hard time putting a few ornaments up." Scout snorted at the mention, imagining the marksman on his tiptoes as he tries to hang the different colored decorations. "Alright, I'll go check on Legs and make sure he ain't climbing the damn thing. Cya!" Before Engineer could say his own goodbye, Scout was already gone.

Chuckling, Engineer fixes his goggles and glances at the cookies before hurrying to wrap the rest of his gifts for his friends.

~~

"Merry Swissmass Miss Pauling and Mister Hale, very delighted that you could join us!" Medic greeted as both Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale arrived. To everyone's surprise, Miss Pauling was for once not wearing the usual purple button up dress and and instead wore a nice lavender sweater, paired with a mint scarf around her neck, but still had her classic bun.

As for Hale, he was actually wearing a shirt, a maroon button up with the sleeves rolled up and dark brown shorts, along with his girlfriend, Mags, who wore a brown coat and a red sweater.

"Glad to see you guys too and look, someone else decided to come." As she stated, she gently places a small tv to the counter, turning it on. As static alarmed the room, the sigh of the Administrator appeared, and shockingly in different clothing as well. "Good evening Fortress, I am only doing this once and once only so please make this quick as possible." The Administrator's voice came through. The mercs waved with smiles.

"Alright are we moving on tot he gifts or what?- Hey!" Scout asked, then got a playful shove by Sniper, who acted as if he did nothing at all as he sipped his low sugar hot coco. "What're looking at me for mate? Did nothing to ya." He muttered, obviously hiding a smile. "Why ya little-" "Now now son, don't wanna start a mess before the clock even struck!" Engineer warned, chuckling at Scout's exaggerated sigh and pout, catching the small glares the runner sent to his best friend while Sniper tries to stifle his laughter.

"Actually its already past 12, you all have been too busy talking to notice." Spy spoke aloud, checking his watch underneath his suit sleeve and buries more of his face into his large scarf. The other mercs turned surprised. How could have they missed the time?

"Well then, lets start now. Shall we?" Medic asks aloud, getting multiple agreements. "Cookie time!" Pyro yelled through his muffled mask in the kitchen as he raised his flamethrower in the air. "Pyro be careful with the cookies!"

~~

Medic handed his first gift to Heavy, giving the Russian a soft smile ad Heavy ripped the wrapping paper. "Doktor got Heavy the book he wanted?.." Heavy muttered, genuinely surprised and thankful. "Well of course Misha! You would always talk about it, and it sounded very important to you. I had a few difficulties here and there but Ja, there it is." Heavy gently gripped the book, giving Medic a soft smile back. "Heavy is very thankful. Thank you Ludwig."

Spy removed himself from leaning on the wall in the corner of the living room, getting a small packaged gift out of his suit. He walks forward, nudging Scout's foot with his own. Scout pauses his little rant about on christmas disaster back in Boston to Sniper, and turns to look at Spy in confusion. "Merry Swissmas mon lapin." He states, handing the cleanly wrapped gift to his son. Scout raises an eyebrow but takes the gift, he eyes it before carefully ripping open the packaging and reveals a small sketchbook, about the size as Spy's disguise kit. "Since you have been doing art as of recent, this may be convenient rather then dragging around your rather large sketchbooks." Spy explains, blowing out a puff of smoke. Scout looks at the sketchbook then back at Spy, a smile breaks through his lips and he brings the masked merc into a hug. "Thanks Pa."

Spy freezes in his place, the smoke staying inside his lungs longer then expected. He gently pats the others back before stepping away and out the back door to smoke further. Scout just laughs and shakes his head.

"Miss Pauling." The voice from the monitor speaks up. Miss Pauling takes another bite of her cookie before placing it on the small pate and putting it aside. Turning to the monitor with a curious face. "As for this year's event. I have made the decision to be... Generous. And give from today to January 20th as your holiday. Now if you excuse me, I have more work to do. Merry Swissmas." And the monitor shuts off.

Miss Pauling was left speechless, the other voices in the background fading as she lets the information sink in. "Miss Pauling? Is everything alright?" Miss Pauling shakes her head, then turns to Mags with a tearful smile. "Everything is great, now lets go join the others." Mags smiled and walked along with her.

"Aye Solly! Pass me a cookie will ya?" Demo couldn't even finish his sentence as he was thrown 3-4 cookies from the Soldier. Which led to the other to yell and Soldier yelling back as he ran away from him.

The evening was wonderful, everyone laughing along and singing off tune to Engineer's guitar playing in the background. At some point Scout had convinced everyone to have a snow ball fight outside. Which was a great closing for the night.

The End ^^