#they are both too good at being discreet which makes me WORRY

[heybiji]

dandelion and clover (the weeds)

[purinfelix]

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joão félix

➷ force of habit - joão has a nervous habit that comes out before games, but you're just the thing to calm his nerves (w/c: 1.1k) ➷ back home - after a solo trip away, you're a little worried about how your boyfriend might react to your return (w/c: 770) ✧ joao with a formula one driver reader ➷ nothing's new - in which you learn dating a famous footballer comes with the price of secrecy (w/c: 790) ➷ your hero - your boyfriend saves you from an unwelcome pest (w/c: 577) ➷ love actually, is all around - just some good old Christmas fluff !! (w/c: 1k) ➷ just an act - in which your boyfriend's possessive tendencies are put to the test (w/c: 1.1k) ➷ gorgeous - when a new player joins the team you manage media for, you're eager to make a good impression - that is, until you actually catch a glimpse of him (w/c: 1k) ★ belt loops ★ babying Joao ★ blame it on the alcohol ★ princess treatment ➷ study buddy - in which joao has to balance being both your boyfriend and study buddy (w/c: 883) ➷ white ferrari - you don’t really know how to respond when a familiar face shows up at your apartment doorstep, one you haven’t seen in almost half a year since a fated summer of both love and heartbreak. (w/c: 2.7k) ★ silent affection ★ experience ➷ is it casual now? - after yet another night spent together in secrecy, you finally build up the courage to ask Joao and uncomfortable question (w/c: 1k) ➷ friendly competition - 1v1ing your pro-footballer boyfriend may not have been your best idea (w/c: 445) ★ i'll wait for you ➷ i like me better when i'm with you - a study abroad program, an impulsively bought plane ticket, and a whole lot of homesickness (w/c: 723) ➷ baby steps - during a movie date, your new boyfriend notices you looking a little tense and tries to help you out (w/c: 481) ★ drunk and needy ★ gamer bf joao ★ marking your territory ★ post match blues ★ talking about you ➷ just do it, don't wait - in which it dawns on you that your 'no-strings-attached' relationship with joao might've become more than you bargained for (w/c: 838) ★ partner in crime ★ discreet ★ wish you'd just talk to me

pablo gavi

➷ softly- in which Gavi realises his touches can mean more than just post-goal 'good jobs' (w/c: 496) ➷ post-match routine - your plans for post-match cuddles with your boyfriend are interrupted when he debuts a new haircut at a game (w/c: 988) ➷ signals - in which you learn to show your boyfriend that "to be loved is to be seen" (w/c: 538) ➷ secret santa - your boyfriend starts acting strange around Christmastime and you're determined to get to the bottom of it (w/c: 1.1k) ➷ "scratchy" - you love your boyfriend's new look, but it proves a slight challenge when it comes to kisses (w/c: 712) ➷ stay with me - morning struggles with your clingy boyfriend ★ can you play Ken? ★ morning struggles ➷ do i wanna know? - when you started noticing a familiar face in every one of your classes, you hadn't expected it to lead to such an intense rivalry - at least, that's what you liked to call it (w/c: 1.2k) ➷ i don't want to talk about anything - when the stress of maintaining your grades proves too much, you turn to an unexpected source of comfort (w/c: 1.5k) ↳ (sort of like a pt. 2 to 'do i wanna know'!) ➷ it's so sweet, knowing that you love me - your first time staying the night at Gavi's shows off both of your unique sleeping habits (w/c: 516) ➷ forever young - a scene from your childhood, a promise from your best friend, and a full circle moment (w/c: 889) ★ reckless ➷ birthday boy - had to write smth for my baby's birthday (w/c: 584)

pedri

★ one more chapter ★ old habits die hard ★ tiny sacrifices ➷ smile for the camera - in which your internship proves more exciting than you expected (w.c: 450) ★ curls ★ puppy love ★ new look

hector fort

★ shaving

trent alexander-arnold

➷ my baby takes the morning train - your boyfriend insists on accompanying you on your morning commute, despite your warnings (w/c: 1k) ➷ oblivious - trent's attempts at making moves on the new media intern keep failing, and he has no idea why, until he enlists his teammates help (w/c: 2.7k) ★ campus crush ★ competitive ★ smug

jude bellingham

★ come find me

multi

✧ sassy men apocalypse - ft. felix, jude, trent and robbo ★ "bro" - ft. pedri, fermin, joao, gavi and jude ★ the points that matter - a young new assistant coach hired to save England's national team, and two extremely competitive teammates - ft. jude and trent

formula one ₊˚⊹♡

oscar piastri

ꕤ from the start - when you show up to your first day of work experience at McLaren, you're greeted by a friendly face and a whirlwind of old emotions ⚬ ch. 1 - (w/c: 2.6k) ⚬ ch. 2 - (w/c: 2.5k) ⚬ pt3 coming soon <3 (you can send an ask/message if you'd like to be added to the tag list!)

★ his favourite interviewer

carlos sainz

➷ by midnight - you find yourself at one of the hottest parties on campus, eager to land a kiss before New Year strikes to avoid bad luck (w/c: 2.3k) ➷ show me how - (spiderman!au) your new neighbour is a mystery to you, and so is the masked vigilante that you've heard news of around your city - but the chances of them being related are impossible, right? (w/c: 2.8k)

charles leclerc

★ acts of chivalry ★ making you laugh

daniel ricciardo

★ secret enemies ★ i'm with the band

multi

★ f1 drivers as meet cutes - small blurbs about meeting some of the drivers in situations that are equal parts awkward and romantic !! ⚬ pt. 1 - ft. Carlos, Charles and Danny ⚬ pt. 2 - ft. Oscar, Lando and George

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[liannelara-dracula]

Based on the hcs about how they behave in school, the little beef between Ruki and Reiji got me thinking 🧐

Hcs about they finding out that they like the same girl, but in the end she doesn't really care too much about neither of they and just interacts with them because she's polite? (She doesn't know about this beef between them, neither knows that they both like her and just think they're being friendly or smth)

Like, a girl that is a model student and etc but is very oblivious to their feelings, and is very difficult to impress?

Hi love,

This is a really good idea. I like it, I think it will be fun. Thanks for the idea anon.

-Liannelara

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Ruki & Reiji like the same Woman (hcs)

They are both trying their damn hardest to gain your attention.

And they not only don’t get along but when you came into the picture, everything was a competition.

Of course, these two wouldn’t make it obvious like Ayato and Kino that they are trying to get your attention or that something is going on between them.

They are very discreet men and can come off a little dry.

Anyways, this all started when you walked into the library to pick out a book, causing them to both look up from their work since they heard a captivating feminine voice asking for the help of a librarian if they had a particular book. She had a delicate scent of perfume on her that only made her more attractive.

She had her half up and half down pinned by a bow in the back, her hairstyle and curled subtlety. She had such elegance and class when she walked and turned.

They were heavily entranced, though unlike Reiji, Ruki made the first move being the book expert that he is. He always had more luck than Reiji and today especially he was reading the same book this girl was asking about, it was his chance to talk to her and give it to her.

As she was aimlessly looking for the book to see if there was an extra copy she was too distracted to notice she had bumped into someone.

She put a hand over her lips as she mouthed an apology not expecting to have invaded someone’s space as she was looking.

“Pardon me, I hadn’t noticed you standing by. I am so sorry.” She’d apologize, almost enough to guilt trip a man with her sweet voice.

“No worries, you were looking for (b/n), right?”

“Oh yes, where did you find it?”

“I was reading it, but you can keep it. I’ve read it before, it’s a good book.”

She stared at him surprised, “But this book is so thick how can you manage to read it through again.”

“I’ve read almost everything on this shelf in my spare time, I’m Ruki.” He’d say

She smiled, “Y/n.”

Reiji is so jealous!

This automatically makes Reiji want to get involved and try to impress her next which he does so in chemistry class.

Reiji will be much more charismatic and it is incredibly compelling seeing he hardly uses this part of himself.

So you can imagine he'd catch the beaker she almost dropped swiftly or caught her in his arms.

I mostly see it that she trips and he catches her, causing them to exchange a fair amount of eye contact before thanking him.

If Ruki is in the same class it means he's going to have to do more than just recommending a book because Reiji got to have her in his arms first.

better get moving Ru

So everyday they get a chance to be around her they try to have her attention and try to win her over in some way and it is just a constant battle.

And both of them know it is competition even if they haven't said it.

Reiji would try to talk about it and bring it up at some point because he wants to be firm with Ruki about him wanting this woman and that he will not lose.

whereas, Ruki will act like he doesn't know what he's talking about.

"I see that you are fond of the student, just as I am." Reiji would say, adjusting his glasses.

Ruki would turn to look at him with a smirk, "I don't know what you mean?"

"Although you may play this off in a stoic manner, I know that Y/n is in your thoughts. Tell me, do you care for her as a woman?"

"Y/n, is just a girl, Reiji. Why are you worked up about a human?"

"Well then, if that's your answer what I will do shall not matter."

"Even if you plan on something, she and I have plans. "

“I suggest you back down.”

“I threat doesn’t stop me from pursuing.”

Features (some they may like)

Pretty dark hair

wide hips

glass skin

bratty attitude

pretty laugh

intelligent

Elegant vocabulary

Reiji

If she is part of the chess club, he wants to have chess matches with her. But since Ruki is good at chess he will participate in matches w her.

In fact, they would play against in each other to see who would ask her out.

Literally, winner gets to ask her out.

If it’s just her and Reiji, he'd prefer that she loses so that she'll repeatedly compete against him since she is probably 2nd in line.

He also loves these matches with you because he locks eye contact with you and gets to talk to you as well.

He invites you to walk with him in the school yard to observe nature and fascinates you with knowledge about the flowers or science of things to which you had no idea about

He starts off with this small talk and soon moves on to deeper talks where you both exchange conversation about things which are more personal.

You flash a compelling smile and a laugh escapes your lips at something being discussed and Reiji, deep down finds himself in awe as this is the first time a woman was beautiful laughing without covering her mouth.

It is a delicate display of beauty which most hide which keeps him interested in pursuing you.

While he is stubborn and trying to convince himself he is merely amused, this is not the case as he is defiantly interested romantically.

Reiji, although he won’t deliberately show nor say it. He wants you all to himself, he doesn’t want you to spend your time with other men.

He’d like it if he were the only man you paid attention to the most.

Becomes frustrated if you speak of Ruki in high regard because he feels challenged.

Truly he's giving his all to have you.

And the more he finds that there is no progress the harder he is going to try.

Due to his high interest he finds many ways for you to be alone with you.

He will eventually get comfortable speaking to you, and even go as far as teasing you.

However, once he founds out the situation is completely one sided he is upset.

Reiji tells himself he simply can move on, but truthfully he doesn't want to.

He wants to change your mind.

If he can't he probably would distance himself gradually and slowly stop talking to you.

Ruki

In the library he likes to move the books that you’ve been looking for up high so that he can grab them for you.

He’ll leave foot notes at the bottom for you.

Some questions and messages being suggestive to you as well.

Sometimes she’d write back in them and exchange in the conversation.

Loves to also hand you the book so that your hands touch.

He loves to surprise you at your locker and chat with you to get Reiji jealous since Reiji doesn’t have the talent to just casually speak with you.

Won’t show what he is bothered/jealous when Reiji comes around.

Has invited you over for dinner at his place, which is definitely one up on Reiji. lol

He cooked for you there and got to talk to you for a long time.

Since he knows Nordic languages he'd teach you them.

If you needed help in cooking he'd offer to help you in cooking class to give you tips and to show you how to cut.

Mostly so that his hands are on yours and for him to whisper and say things to your ear.

Would say quotes to you from poems or books to keep you interested or questioning.

Would teach you how to dance and have fun in the middle of it by breaking the rules and dipping you instead.

leaves you messages in your locker about how you looked nice but you don't know they are from him.

Has the upper hand because he was once human and Reiji never was so its easier for him to keep a conversation.

While part of this is amusing to compete against Reiji to win over a woman's heart he is also interested in pursuing you.

Of course in terms of feelings once he comes to terms with himself and understands that you do not feel anything for either he is a little bummed out the game ended but mostly because you weren't interested.

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[thesassypadawan]

Come Clean (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: You finally get to go along with Hayden to a con!  And you, being the little dork you are, insist on getting a pic with your bf…just like everyone else!  Everything is going smoothly, but this one sleemo in line just won’t leave you alone.  It’s almost like they know about what’s going on between you two.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff. 

Notes: A little something for @jediskywalkerblog!  I really enjoyed writing this, made me feel all warm and giggly!  Hope you like it! ❤️

- What would happen the day the rest of the world finds out about you two? The day you finally come clean.

- In the back of your mind, the thought was always there. Normally you wouldn’t pay much attention to it. Since you both are so careful and keep such a low profile. But on a day like this one…when you’re literally surrounded by his fans. Well, it was kind of hard to ignore.

- To be fair, this was, mostly, your idea. You’ve wanted to go along with Hayden to a con for a while, because you’re so proud of him and, dammit, you support your man. But now that you’re here, seeing all these people, you can’t help feeling a tiny bit nervous. Maybe you should have stayed behind the scenes, instead of insisting on getting a photo with him like everyone else.

- As if on cue, the sound of Lord Vader’s breathing comes floating from his hoodie, that you ‘borrowed’, pocket. ‘Wonder who that could be,’ you joke to yourself while fumbling with your phone.

- Sure enough, it was a text from…

♡Big Dork♡: Have I told you how good your butt looks in those leggings? 😘

- Smiling, you discreetly glance over your shoulder. Hay was, of course, not standing there; only a wall of privacy curtains. But the longer you stare at it, you notice someone looking back at you through the crack.

- Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to your screen…

♡Little Dork♡: Shouldn’t you be taking pics with all these nice folks right now, instead of checking out my ass? 🤣

- Lord Vader breathes again…

♡Big Dork♡: I stepped out for a moment to enjoy the view. 😘 And to check up on you. Still doing okay? ❤️

- You give a small nod for him to see…

♡Little Dork♡: Yep. Now get back out here so I can get my turn with you. 🥰

- More breathing…

♡Big Dork♡: Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. 😉

- You roll your eyes and lock your phone. But, when you do so, you’re met by yours and the person behind you in line’s reflection.

- It was clear that they were reading your whole conversation with Hayden. Not wanting to make it into a big thing, you quickly shove it back into your pocket. Trying to act like you didn’t even notice.

- No such luck. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” they try to fakely apologize. “I hope you don’t think I was prying. I was only checking the ti-”

- Thankfully that’s when Hay stepped back out. The clapter and cheering of the crowd cut the sleemo short, ending the very uncomfortable chat. Or at least that’s what you hope.

- Spotting you, Hay instantly flashes you a smile. Which you, naturally, return.

- You don’t think much of it, but the sleemo certainly does. “Seems like Hayden and you are pretty friendly.”

- Your back stiffens. ‘Kriff! Kriff! Kriff!’ And you keep you eyes forward as you calmly reply. “Sorry, don’t know what you’re talking about.”

- “No?” The sleemo persists. “You smiled at each other just now. Could you possibly be-”

- “Next person, please!”

- Perfect timing. Refusing to let them ruin this special moment, you brush the sleemo off and go walking up to Hay.

- You two exchange mock pleasantries and pose for the camera all cutely (but not too cutely). Nice and smooth and totally discreet. Well, it was, until you turn to leave…

- “It was nice to meet you, angel. I hope to see you again real soon.” Hayden, out of habit, gives your bum a tap.

- You pause for a second. ‘Did he?! Really?! REALLY?!’ Then as quickly and nonchalantly as you can manage, you get the hell out of there. Praying that no one saw that.

- Pretending to act all nice, the sleemo follows you. “Miss! Excuse me, miss! You forgot your photo!”

- Trying your best to ignore them, you continue to weave through the crowd. Moving closer to the restricted access area. The one that Hay told you to go to if anything happened, that you’ll be safe there. ‘Come on! Come on! COME ON!’

- You almost make it too; the goal is just barely in sight. But as you’re fishing out your special pass, a hand grabs you by the shoulder. “I’m talking to you, little miss Hayden’s secret girlfriend!”

- Completely freezing up. You frantically think of what to do next when…

- “Hey! Take your hands off her!” Hay comes bursting out from behind the curtains, the most pissed off you’ve ever seen him. Like literal full blown Vader mode.

- The sleemo immediately lets you go, and you run over to him. “Hay!”

- Burying your face into his chest, he wraps his arms around you tightly. “It’s okay. I got you, angel,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

- “So she is your girlfriend!” The sleemo, who was paparazzi all along, shouts as security begins to surround them.

- By now a crowd has gathered. It’s almost deadly silent as they all wait to hear his answer.

- Gazing down, he flashes you a quick grin. “Yeah, she is! Happiest I’ve been in years!”

- “Me too,” you grin back. Standing on your tip toes, you capture his lips in a tender kiss.

- A beat more of silence…before it explodes in cheers and applause.

- “Guess it’s no longer a secret,” you giggle.

- “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Sorry.”

- “Don’t be, it’s nice to finally come clean about it.”

[greyspirehollow]

Bound. For... Science. [Request]

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x gn! reader

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : brief depiction of scientific stuff ; fluff

Summary : Could you have imagined that the scary and mysterious Quaestor Valdemar would become the person you see on a daily basis? Probably not. You even have a surprise for them...

They didn't pay much attention to you at first. Nor did you pay much attention to them. If you were honest with yourself, you probably couldn't have seen it coming. Once they started looking into your general direction however, you couldn't be any more nervous. You can't exactly remember how or when it started, but they had crept up on you so many times that you couldn't keep count anymore. Good thing your heart wasn't too jumpy (to their greatest disappointment).

You were minding your own business in the library, devouring a tome written by probably your favorite scientist : the genius who is Wilfried Magnes, an eminent biologist who had just published the third part of his theory on the evolution of species, this volume being dedicated to camouflages. You were so absorbed by the author's words that Valdemar had to clear their throat to get your attention. Your head whipped around at the sound, and you let out a relieved sigh. You were about to speak but they interrupted you : "Come. I would like to show you something..." and with that, they tugged three books out of the library's bookshelf, opening a secret passage. Your eyes widened as they grinned. Oh they were going to have fun scaring the sweet heavens out of you. You reluctantly closed your book, tucked it under your arm and went down with them.

You'd half expected the elevator to just give up and drive you both down to your respective deaths, but it seemed to be holding itself together. And that is the days you reached Valdemar's dungeons. They looked... Undeniably giddy. It was fun to scare mortals after all. And well... You didn't feel... the best. You hesitantly followed them, the strong smell of blood and iron hitting your nostrils, making your nose scrunch and a discreet cough escape you. And they seemed unfazed, inhaling the dungeon's scent blissfully. The more steps you took forward, the less you were sure you'd come out of this alive. You two then reached the main hall, operation tables lined across the walls and seemingly frozen in time since the last time they were used. Your eyebrows knitted in worry, your gaze falling onto Valdemar who had a wide, sharp-toothy grin on full display. "This-" they gestured around "-is *my* haven. The heart of all my works, where lies the remains of the most unspeakable procedures one can think of. Feast your eyes, maybe this is, who knows... the last thing you'll see~" your heart thumped violently against your ribs, and your eyes couldn't look away from- oh, what was that?

Your gaze landed on something behind them, in the faint distance : a shelf, upon which rested various things, but it is the white spot that caught your attention. You gasped, and it is as if all your fears... vanished. Wiped out in a snap of fingers. You excitedly walked over to the shelf, put your book aside, and took the human skull in your hands. "Gods, that's a beautiful specimen!" you exclaimed "how did you manage to extract it- i-it's in perfect condition ! what did you use to clean it? no don't tell me- let me guess- uh hydrogen peroxide* ? or did you clean it by hand?? Who- no wait ; I think it's... it's definitely a man's, and I'd say in their... in their 40's? something? did you-" you interrupted yourself with another gasp as you spotted the wet specimen of a heart sitting on the shelf. You carefully put the skull down "wait wait wait- you do not have a heart contaminated by a dark magical parasite- you do !!! How did you even get your hands on that ?? How did you remove it without getting- no way, you have- NO, stop it-" then your hands reached for a small closed test tube "you do not have a sample of a necromancer's magical decay !!! Where the hell do you even go to get that ?!" you gasped and picked up and examined specimen after specimen, object after object, rambling aloud. Valdemar could only watch with utter confusion as you rummaged excitedly through the shelf, all giddy. But soon, they grinned ; they seemed genuinely excited at the idea of explaining each and every single procedure they went through for each item, and so they went to stand by your side as they started rambling themselves. Your excitement was contagious - mainly because they didn't exactly have anyone else to share their passion with. And so when they started to go on about every recent experiment they'd done you clasped your hands together, looked them in the eyes, and said, determined : "teach me."

And that's when you became Quaestor Valdemar's apprentice. You two would spend most of your time in the dungeons, and at times you would giggle excitedly when performing a dissection with them, or when you found something exciting. Ah, science. Wonderful science. The word got around eventually, when people saw you practically live at the Palace and with your very own labcoat, gloves and apron. Countess Nadia eventually gave you one of the guest rooms to reside in, and that's basically when your new life began. At times, you would conduct experiments of your own in your basement. You did it before you'd met Valdemar, but now that you had a person to show your work to, one can say you'd become productive. You had obviously endlessly rambled about Magnes' theories of evolution to them, and they happily reflected upon it with you. The Quaestor had even brought up a few names they knew, and well, despite being somewhat outdated (and for some proven wrong and so put a little on the side in scientific history), and when I mean outdated I do mean dating at least a millenia back, you had heard of or read about some. Sometimes you would pester them with tons of questions about the scientific breakthroughs and theories of their own epoch, and they did reluctantly reply to some of them, despite your unquenchable thirst for every piece of knowledge you could get your hands on (the mind of a great scientist).

You loved the time you spent with them. But there was one thing you were particularly excited about... You hadn't told them yet. You'd simply mentioned how it would be nice to go for a simple walk in the streets of Vesuvia, enjoy the sunlight and the fresh air -because as much as you liked the dungeons and your basement, you didn't exactly appreciate the smell down there, unlike them- and to your surprise, they'd agreed. You'd reserved your places in advance, thankfully, because you knew that despite being relatively niche still, it was nonetheless booked by all the other scientists of the city. And of neighboring cities. And countries. Now that you thought about it- the scientific field was a rather closed circle, but people really came from everywhere. Anyways. As D-day approached, you couldn't help but feel both excited and anxious. Valdemar seemed to have noticed : you were talking a lot faster than usual, and your movements were a bit less organized than they usually were. You'd always dismissed it, saying it was only 'seasonal'. Not sure how you could prove that to them, but they didn't question you further. When the day finally came, you were absolutely restless. You laid there in your bed, it was probably... 3 AM. And you were successively falling asleep and waking up by periods of thirty minutes. Gods, this was torture... You tried tiring your eyes by reading Magnes, and... It worked, actually. You sighed as you finally managed to sleep through a few more hours before sunrise.

But once you did wake up for good... Oh you were worse than a grasshoper. You couldn't even focus on the experiment with Valdemar- you couldn't even stay sitting for more than two seconds. When the clock struck noon, you agitated even more, insisting that you and them go on that walk in Vesuvia NOW. They initially resisted, but their patience ran thinner and thinner with your insistence. "fine, FINE ! We'll go on that stupid walk!" they said, irritated. If you were honest with yourself, you would've dragged them by the horns if they'd continued to refuse. They sighed, annoyed, as you gripped their arm and pulled them out of the dungeon. Valdemar knew something was up. No human -especially not you- was so excited about a walk in the streets. You were definitely up to something, and they didn't like the fact that they didn't know what it was. But your (nearly feral) eagerness did ease a bit of their concern : it was entertaining to see you so jumpy. You'd not talked about anything scientific on the way to your... surprise. You were afraid that you might accidentally spill the beans. And you wanted it to remain the most surprise it could be. You both walked the busy streets of Vesuvia, the sun hitting your labcoats, reminding you that they were actually a clear color, nearly white, making you squint your eyes every time you glanced at Valdemar. Now that they thought about it... They weren't exactly used to the outdoors. They haven't been recently, anyway. It was nice to feel the warm sun on the skin of their face again... They allowed themselves a small smile behind their mask.

After what felt like endless turns, you smiled with undeniable joy as you both reached your destination. You walked a few steps ahead of them and cheerfully announced : "Tadaaa ! Welcome to the Third Edition of Vesuvia's annual Scientific Exhibition !!", with a wide and toothy smile. Valdemar's eyes widened slightly. They'd never heard of this event before... They looked at the building which hosted it, and the crowd of what were definitely scientists -or at least curious souls- lined up at the entrance, the sun hitting the bright red of the laid out carpet and the banners on the walls, embroided with the event's symbol. You excitedly waited for their reaction. They smiled and looked back at you "ooh, so that's what you were all jumpy about..." you chuckled, slightly embarrassed "I really wanted it to be a surprise..." you said sheepishly. They hummed : "well, that is definitely a pleasant surprise... Shall we go in?" You nodded eagerly as you went to wait in line with them. They struck conversation as you both waited :

"What does... what happens there, if I may ask?

-Well, it is an event that allows scientists of all backgrounds to come and show off either their discoveries or their handiwork. There are also often books and manuals being sold, as well as materials and products -ouh, I could definitely use a few brand new scalpels- but there can also be specimens. Last year I've seen reconstruction of animal skeletons, things like that.

-My, that is most interesting... *they replied, their eyes sparkling with interest* I do hope this will be a fruitful experience.

-Oh, it most definitely will!

-How come I have not been informed of such event? You said it was annual?

-Well, it's still very niche, and not many people outside the scientific field know about it.

-But the Countess must've known, no? Third edition- meaning this is the third year they're doing this. Ooh, or maybe it was put on hold during the years of the Plague... Meaning it was Lucio who-... Hm. He most definitely wouldn't have told me. He must've said yes for the event to be hosted without even giving it proper attention. Tsk.

*you chuckled*

-Well, now we're here, and I'm pretty sure the Countess will give the exhibition a bit more care and attention from now on..."

You both arrived at the reception, and the man behind the desk looked up to both of you "Ah, greetings, Misters.. Misses...?"

"Doctor." you both replied at the same time, on a nearly identical tone. The receptionist raised an eyebrow and blinked, before reading over his list "hm.. Ah yes ! I do have two Doctors : Dr. Y/N and Dr. Valdemar?" you beamed "that is us!" the receptionist nodded and handed you a quill "I'm just going to need you both yo sign here..." and you both did. The man bid you a good visit and you both walked into the building, excited to see what would the exhibition hold for your curious eyes. Valdemar had noticed the little paper at the entrance, and decided to tease you about it : "You didn't take the couple's discount?" you briefly froze in your tracks and stammered "wh- uhm I didnt- I ju- uh... Should I have?" They laughed "No, I just thought maybe you could've spared a little bit of money... Those places were expensive, no?" your cheeks reddened and you frowned "don't worry about that- Let us enjoy science!!" They nodded and followed you through the building.

And the event did NOT disappoint. You went from person to person, lingering on some more interesting than others. you bought supplies, both for the dungeons and for your own little experiments at home, and you and Valdemar spent a copious amount of time with a surgeon, Dr. Milestone, who had successfully extracted a whole human nervous system, which was on full display under a glass protection for you to admire. Both of you swarmed him with questions, undoubtedly interested. Maybe you had even... Intimidated him somewhat. If it weren't for the exhibition's most interesting part, you would probably have spent a lot more time with him. You both walked into a separate room, which was basically a small amphitheater, and when you sat down, an auction began. There were various specimens -live or dead- being sold, but you hadn't managed to get your hands on any, despite the juicy offer of an amnesic brain and two hundred coins for a complete collection of the tools of the late scientist Oscar McArthy, a reference in the world of science... But that was a very little loss compared to the amazing afternoon you spent with Quaestor Valdemar. And they seemed to be thinking the same thing. However, around 5PM, you'd lost them in the crowd. Unable to catch a glimpse of them, you went and waited by the entrance, thinking it would be the most logical thing to do. They appeared again around half an hour later, and before you could scold them, they apologized, and you weren't so upset anymore.

Eventually, you both returned to the Palace around the evening. You didn't head straight for the dungeons however... Your legs felt weak and all the excitement, all the attention and focus you gave the exhibition had drained you. You let yourself slump down onto the couch of one of the drawing rooms with a groan, already feeling your eyelids begin to weight and threaten to close. Valdemar only chuckled at the sight "Can I at least sit down, too?" you briefly sat up "oh- yes, sure.. sorry" and made room for them. But as soon as they sat down, they grabbed a pillow, placed it on their lap and patted it gently. Your eyes widened at the invitation, and before you could wonder why they'd even done that, they said : "it's the least I can do for such a wonderful afternoon.". You didn't need to be told twice. Your head slumped down on the pillow on their lap and your eyes closed with a comfortable sigh.

It's not before they were sure that you were knocked out asleep that they started gently running their fingers through your hair...

*nota bene : I am in no way a scientist, so I may give inaccurate depictions of certain elements in the story.

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The following day, around breakfast, Valdemar came up to you : "I didn't have time to give you that yesterday - you were pretty tired." they handed you your copy of Magnes' theory on camouflage and you raised an eyebrow "what do you mean? I hadn't lost it..." you opened it and your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets- there, on the first page, was a handwritten dedication :

"Y/N, may your thirst for science and knowledge never quench"

-W. Magnes

"you.... when did you ...?" your voice squeaked as you stood up from your seat. Valdemar only smiled smugly. "He was surrounded by quite the crowd... We didn't even notice him, near the auction room. But I did manage to capture his attention briefly." You didn't even question how they'd gotten the book -since you were pretty sure you'd left it at the Palace- or the fact you missed the chance to see your favorite scientist, you were nearly crying, this was just so sweet of them to do-

You nearly knocked them off their feet with the force of your hug "oooowhhh, Valdemar !!" you squeaked out "there there, it's nothing." they said, patting your back, seemingly amused "I could kiss you-" you said. "ah- maybe not for such a futile favor?" the replied, a little embarrassed. You didn't care, but if they didn't want to be kissed, you wouldn't kiss. But you wouldn't let go of them either.

"Y/N, will you let me go now, it's roughly been three hours-"

[goldenempyrean]

Maybe a slight au one where r and Nat are in college where they are dormmates and newly a couple. Nat hasn’t been at dorm for a few days but wouldn’t say why but R goes to their shared class and when natasha sits down it’s obvious shes sick and trying to push through it? “Don't come too close. You don’t wanna catch this.”  And “I can see you staring at me. You’re not discreet y’know?”    

Close Quarters

〚Notes - I thought this req was super cute :D enjoy, very unedited so excuse that :p I was meant to post this yesterday so oops 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader〛

〚 Summary - Nat had been avoiding you and when she turns up sick to lecture, you make sure to take the best care of her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1690 〛

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Going to the same university as your girlfriend, that was great but having the privilege of being dormmates? That was even better. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you want to see it) being in such close quarters meant when something was wrong, there was no hiding it.  

But for the last day or so, you hadn’t seen your girlfriend at all. She’d stayed the night out at her friends and when you asked to meet up for breakfast Nat had claimed she wasn’t hungry and would make it up to you. Strange. But still, you allowed her the space she wanted. The day felt strange not having Nat by your side. Usually, the redhead wouldn’t leave you alone during the day, but you brushed it off. You both shared a class later in the afternoon anyway, you just made a mental note to speak to her about it then. 

The rest of your day wasn’t that exciting, just your normal every-day lectures. Eventually though the time of your shared one crept closer and you headed off in the direction of the designated hall, scoring two seats somewhere near the back. Slowly people began to fill the hall, taking their seats and you patiently waited for Nat, feeling your heart flutter a little as you caught site of her distictive red hair enter the hall. 

“Hi baby,” You smiled widely as you saw Natasha making her way to the seat you’d reserved for her, but as she got closer you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. You went to hug her which she accepted but she quickly pulled out of your hold rather after only a few seconds. Okay. Something was definitely off. 

“What’s up my love?” You murmured quietly as the both of you sat back down, “I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages, is everything okay?” 

“Nothing, I’m fine,” she replied, trying to brush it off, but she couldn’t hide the congestion in her voice, and you quirked your eyebrow at her as she began searching in her bag for her notebook. Why was she congested? 

You watched as Natasha dug through her bag, her shoulders hunching over slightly as she tried to get comfy in her seat – your lecture was a long one. You couldn’t help but notice how she was trying to discreetly sniffle and rub at her nose; she really wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding it though and could feel your worry increase when you heard her muffle a soft sneeze into her elbow followed by a rough cough. It sounded like it hurt her throat. Was that why she’d been avoiding you?  

You blessed her quietly, "Are you sure you're okay, Natty?” Your voice laced with concern as you searched around in your bag for some tissues before finding a packet and sliding them over to her. 

"Thanks.” She mumbled as she took a few, “I’m fine though, really. Just a little tired, that's all," She replied, her voice suspiciously scratchy. 

You knew that she was lying. It was obvious. Upon closer inspection, you could see the red tinged edges of her nose and the light pink haze sitting on her cheeks. The ball finally dropped when she sneezed twice again. Nat hardly sneezed on a normal day, so this was definitely a sign something was off. You went to question her again but stopped, you knew how she could be so stubborn when it came to admitting that she was sick. So, with some reluctance, you decided to drop the subject for now, not wanting to push her too hard. She’d already felt anxious about it, she wouldn’t have slept at Wanda’s otherwise and you didn’t want her to feel any worst. 

"Alright, if you say so. But if you need anything, just let me know, okay?" you said, giving her another reassuring smile. 

Natasha smiled weakly back at you, clearly grateful for your concern. The two of you settled into the lecture, but you couldn't help but keep an eye on her, noticing every sniffle and cough that she tried to hide. 

As the lecture went on, Natasha's sniffles became more frequent. Her breath hitched and you knew what came next. Yet after a few seconds there was nothing, you looked over to see her scrunching up her nose and fidgeting in her seat, trying to hold it in, but it was no use. 

Her breath caught on an inhale and her head suddenly bopped forward as she let out a loud sneeze, her shoulders shook as she tried to stifle it, but it didn’t really work. You reached over and silently handed her another tissue, watching with worried eyes as she blew her nose. 

“I can see you staring at me. You’re not discreet y’know?”  She mumbled afterwards; her voice thick with congestion. 

You chuckled softly, “Sorry, I can't help it. I just want to make sure you're okay.” 

Natasha gave you a small smile, but it quickly faded as she sniffled again, her eyes starting to water. You could see the discomfort etched on her face, and you knew she was struggling to concentrate on the lecture. To your surprise, you felt her head come to rest against your shoulder as she leant against you, instinctively you brought your arm up to wrap around her.  

With her this close, you could feel her body temperature rising as she snuggled closer to you, and you knew that she was feeling worse by the minute. You stole a quick glance at her face and saw that her eyes were closed, her breathing a little ragged, and her cheeks flushed with a fever. You knew she was sick, you just needed her to admit it. 

But as you felt Natasha's body temperature rising, you knew that she needed to rest and take care of herself, and you weren’t willing to test how long she’d go without giving in. Instead, you gently nudged her shoulder and whispered, "Baby are you sure you're okay? You seem really warm to me." 

Natasha let out a sigh and pulled away from you, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "It’s just a cold or something like that." She admitted before quickly turning away to catch a set of sneezes into her hands, groaning afterwards as she dosed herself in a generous blob of hand sanitiser. 

You immediately feel a little guilty for not pressing her about it sooner. “Oh, sweetie,” you spoke softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “Why didn’t you tell me? You should be resting then, not sat in a lecture.” You sighed as you reached over to cup her warm cheek in your hand, disregarding the ongoing lecture entirely. 

“I didn’t want to miss classes,” Natasha replied stubbornly as she sniffled miserably into an abused-looking tissue before adding, “You shouldn’t come too close, you don’t wanna catch this.” Slightly regretting her decision to lean against you earlier but tough, she wanted warmth. God that hall felt freezing, even with the jumper she’d taken from the back of your chair and wrapped around herself. 

“No love, me catching this isn’t important,” You shook your head, easing her concerns a little, “What’s important is that you take care of yourself and get better. I’ll take you home and make sure you have everything you need to feel comfortable and rest.” You placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she leaned into the touch with a small smile. 

Natasha nodded, still looking a little hesitant. "Okay, but can we wait until the lecture's over? I don't want to cause a scene," she said quietly, and you nodded in agreement. 

"Of course, we can wait. But if you start feeling worse, we're leaving. No arguments," you replied firmly, and she nodded, snuggling back into your side. You wrapped your arm around her once again, and the two of you settled back into the lecture, though your attention was now completely focused on Natasha. 

As the lecture finally drew to a close, you helped Natasha gather her things and make her way out of the lecture hall. The cold air outside hit her like a ton of bricks, and she shivered, pulling the jumper around her tightly. You wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to you as you made your way towards your car. 

Once inside the car, you turned up the heat and handed her a blanket from the backseat, watching as she bundled up in it with a grateful smile. You started the car and made your way back to your apartment, where you immediately set about making her comfortable. 

You led Natasha to the couch, fluffing up the pillows and pulling out a warm throw blanket. You made her a cup of hot tea with honey and lemon, knowing it would soothe her sore throat. You also retrieved some over-the-counter medicine and a thermometer, which she reluctantly took. 

"You have a fever, love," you said gently, seeing the thermometer read 38.4, "Let's get you into some comfortable clothes, and you can rest for a bit." 

She nodded, sniffling again, and you helped her change into some cosy pyjamas. You tucked her into the blanket, making sure she was warm enough. You sat down beside her, keeping a close eye on her. 

"Do you need anything else baby?" you asked, stroking her hair gently. 

Natasha shook her head, her eyes already drooping. "No, I'm good. Thank you for taking care of me." 

You smiled, feeling a warm feeling in your chest at her words. "Always, love. Rest up and let me know if you need anything." 

As Natasha drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to take care of her. It was moments like these that made you realise how much you loved her and how important she was to you. You made a mental note to take care of her more often, even when she wasn't sick, because you knew that's what love was all about – taking care of each other, no matter what. 

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[jhoneybees]

I love your writing! It’s very pretty and I love to scroll mindlessly thru your account. Could you do a lil fic where the reader is really sick with a cold? I think 50s Elvis would B ideal for this but it’s your choice who you pick ❤️

— N

Sorry for the wait! I love this idea! And thank you for requesting ☺️

Worrisome

Characters: Elvis X fem!reader

Warnings/triggers: Sickness

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When you're dating Elvis, something out of the ordinary happens regularly, both good and bad. Which this time, after a long day of travelling to the next hotel during Elvis’ tour, you begin to have a runny nose and a cough. Your boyfriend being the kind to get worried about you easily, you attempted to be discreet with your coughing and carrying on but that didn’t last long until he noticed your hand on your forehead as if to check the temperature of a fever. “Are you sick darlin?” his voice laced with concern as he walked over to you after excusing himself from the conversation with the guys, knowing it wouldn’t be convincing you shook your head anyway. “No.. just a lil tired ‘s all” Elvis gave you a look “Ya lyin’ aren’t ya?” you sighed “Yes Elvis I’m lying, I’m sick” he replies with a nod, kneeling on one knee in front of you being sat in the passenger's car seat and taking your hands into his. “Fever?” he asks, you shook your head “No just a runny nose and a-” a scratchy cough interrupts making Elvis furrow his eyebrows. “Cough…” finishing your sentence. Elvis nods again “Let’s get ya inside” you appease by nodding and carefully standing up on your feet, Elvis reassuringly holding your hand.

Leading you inside the hotel room, Elvis directs you to sit on the bed while he gets you a glass of water. “Drink some water, it’ll help” you silently nod and take the glass. He lays a hand on your forehead while you drink and clicks his tongue. “Seems like you got a fever too honey” he states, you were feeling a bit hot during the drive. “Yeah..” is all you could say, leaning over to rest your head on his lower abdomen, you feel tired. Elvis smiles small, stroking your hair silently. “Do you want to take a bath?” you close your eyes while shaking your head. Elvis grins “Alright, let’s getcha in your pyjamas then”

After swiftly helping you into your nightgown, Elvis pats your knee “Get ya self comfortable, imma call room service” you shuffle up to the headboard of the bed and get yourself under the covers. Half an hour later, the chicken soup arrives. Elvis rests himself on the edge of the bed, beginning to scoop some soup, blowing it gently earning a scoff when he takes the first bite. “Looked tasty, had to try it” he chuckles ,you playfully roll your eyes.

Just as you take another bite, a knock comes to the door. Elvis quickly answers, discovering he had 2 hours to get ready before he leaves for tonight's concert. He closes the door after a brief chat and walks back to sit on the bed, the concerned expression Elvis had earlier returns on his face “ I’ve got 2 hours before I go, are you gonna be alright without me?” you hum quietly “I’ll be alright, you go get ready” Elvis smiles softly before he gets up to prepare himself.

Elvis quickly changes into his gold lame suit and stands in front of the full body mirror on the wall, making sure his collar is neatly folded and combing back his gelled up hair. Elvis turns around to face you “How do I look?” Scanning him from head to toe, you hum softly with a soft smile “Handsome” a sly grin creeps onto his face “Thank ya darlin’” a knock comes to the door again and a voice “Are ya done EP?” Elvis sighs “Yeah I'm done, be there in a bit!” Just before he leaves, Elvis leans down to give you a delicate kiss on the lips “wish me luck” you nod with a smile.

The group of cars finally leave and you're now alone at the hotel, you decide to sleep since there's nothing else to do. An hour into your sleep, you wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. Sleepily as you get out of bed and walk to the phone, yawning before you speak “Hello?” at the other end you could hear the faint sound of a crowd “Hi Honey, it's Elvis… are you feelin' alright?” wiping away sleep from your eye “Hi baby, yeah I'm alright.. I was just sleeping” after hearing what you said, Elvis feels bad for waking you up “Oh, M’sorry dear you go back to sleep” you giggle softly “Alright, see you after the concert okay?” Elvis hums, ending the call with a “goodbye, I love you” and you go back to bed.

Elvis waits around backstage, he bites his nails quietly. Yes he's nervous to go up on stage but also the thought of you all alone without him there to take care of you is itching at him. Of course you can look after yourself, it's not the end of the world but the secure feeling of actually seeing you sleeping peacefully in bed is what he wants at this very moment. He shouldn't call you but he can't stop thinking about his lingering thoughts.

what if you got to go to the bathroom and just suddenly fainted? What about if you vomited and you're too tired to clean up the mess? Oh it's eating him alive, he has to call you now.

The phone rings again and you sigh, getting out of bed to answer the call “Hello?” Your voice is evidently tired just by your unusually quiet voice. “Darlin'? Are you alright? I-I got worried” your eyes begin to droop “Yes Elvis I'm alright, I was sleeping sweetie…” you repeat your words again to hint at him that you just want to sleep with no disruptions “I figured you would be… sorry honey, I got worried about ya.. you go back to sleep, I'm sorry” a tired hum leaving your mouth “Don't be sorry baby, I love you…see you later” the call ends again.

Just when you begin to fall into deep sleep…the phone rings…again.

“Elvis, I'm alright honey, I'm alright” a relieved sigh comes from his end “Okay..good, I love you” you sigh “I love you..”

For the fourth time.

“Elvis, I know you're worried about me but please I just want to sleep Honey” you tiredly spit out. Elvis nods “A-alright alright m’sorry I wanted to make sure you're safe… I love you” you hum “I love you Elvis”

Again.

Before you could say a word, Elvis cuts in “I'm sorry baby, m’sorry I can't stop worrying about you, ya sure you're okay?” His voice is shy and apologetic. “Yes dear, I'm okay I was sleeping, I'm still in the hotel room. I haven't fainted or anything I'm okay” another sigh from Elvis' end “Okay…okay..o-ok that's good” one of the stage managers calls for Elvis “I-I gotta go now honey..” you smile softly “Okay, go have fun” you can feel his hesitation so you reassure him quietly “and don't worry Elvis, I'll be right here in the hotel room. I won't go anywhere” he nods quietly “A-alright…” your smile grows a little “I love you” “...I love you”

[sportswriters]

swing for the fence - m. chapman

pairing: matt chapman x female!reader | f, a, s | co-workers to lovers | wc: 1,734 | note: 18+ so minors do not interact!! speaking of matt, i'm sad there's no content for him, so i'm here to start something :D hope you like it!

i'ma throw it at you, boy better swing for the fence, oh boy my curves can be unusual to hit better swing for the fence, boy no coaching or no preparation, can get you ready the pressure's overwhelming, can you be real steady? (baseball, by leikeli47)

“help the giants clinch the playoffs, then we'll talk.”

that was your best answer so far to matt's flirting. since he moved to the team, you've been seeing each other a lot for business matters, that's how you got kind of close. you caught right away that he was a genuine guy — despite being talented and hot as hell —, so you couldn't help but giggle when his attempts started getting creative at the end of every meeting. 

“don't think we're gonna make it?” matt arched a brow.

“i think you need to make a lot of good runs. don't you think you're too busy to worry about me?”

“i'm sure when you get to know me better you'll know that i'm able to manage time and energy for everything that matters to me.”

silence. absolute silence. the staring contest was unbearable.

until someone called for you, taking both of your heads out of the gutter. the matter was not finished — a whole world of possibilities building up from there.

a few weeks later, the san francisco giants were one of the last teams to clinch the playoff spot. the crowd went wild, the staff hugged each other like they just won the world series. it was special, this feeling, it was unique.

the first date was at your favorite restaurant, located on the terrace of a building near your apartment. a small dance floor invited mostly couples to show off their teamwork. the smiles you were used to giving because of him turned into laughter, which made you want the evening to double in length. the second date was at a craft fair; matt was looking for new interests to make the most of his free time, so you helped him choose different materials to test which would be chosen — or prioritized. you accused him of luring you into a trap when you found yourself signing the list of participants for a pottery class. matt explained that, according to his research, it was an activity that would help you both get away from your work obligations for a while.

when you had the day off after another series, you went out for ice cream with the intention of returning home and chill for a bit. matt kissed you as soon as you crossed the threshold. you giggled and made an effort to break away from him, taking him by the hand to your bedroom. with all the lights off, you turned on only the yellow lamp next to the bed. the discreet light managed to highlight matt's hungry eyes on you. 

he could hardly focus on anything other than your body, especially your lips, which had already got him hooked since the second date. the way he kissed slowly and intensely, the way your tongues touched, the way his teeth gripped your lower lip made you light up. matt let out little sighs, showing himself to be just as affected as you.

“there's a matter i need to get rid of before we go on to what you've imagined," you said, trailing kisses down his jaw. your bodies were pressed together, his hand firmly on your hip allowing you to feel his cock slowly hardening. “i want to cum riding on your thigh. you have no idea how much i want that.”

matt turned his face away to look at you, his pupils dilated. he didn't even seem to be on this dimension. while you patiently fiddled with the buttons of his dress shirt, he took care of his own belt and pants, failing to hide his eagerness. 

“it's not that I'm nervous, it's just that i can't wait to feel you like this.”

you smiled, using one hand to pull down the straps of your dress while the other caressed his chest.

“it's okay to be nervous. it's a delight to know that you want this as much as i do.”

matt moaned softly, throwing his head back when you touched him over his underwear while running the tip of your tongue over his chest. he bit his lip, caressing your sides before removing your bra and panties. even though you held eye contact, you were still surprised when matt pushed you up — you only had to cross your legs around his hips. you squeezed his flexed biceps and pulled him in for another kiss.

matt sat back against the headboard, positioning you comfortably on his right thigh. the mere contact of your wetness with the man's warm skin drew a long moan from both of you. slowly, you began to move back and forth, your moans muffled by his lips. matt rested his open palms on your hips, not pressing down, just signaling that he would be there when you needed support.

your right hand moved down from his chest to press the bulge inside his pants. when matt threw his head back in a sigh, you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, tracing his pulse with your tongue. the excitement spreading between your bodies, the heightened sensitivity to the gentle, firm touch, the sounds of the bed, the deliciously uncontrolled shivers. some time later, when matt felt your movements slowing down due to apparent tiredness, his hands went up to your waist, holding on tightly, helping you to move more quickly on his flexed thigh.

“so good," you whined, seeking out his lips without interrupting the movement of your hand over him. “so close.”

matt grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, causing you to stare at him wide-eyed, completely lost in your own mind. “look at me. let me listen to you while you get there.”

you did your best to keep your eyes open, which proved more difficult than you imagined with that growing feeling in the pit of your belly. matt lowered his head to nibble one of your breasts, causing your movements to falter a little. you felt like a train without brakes, even though you knew the man beneath you would be right there to catch you. his firm fingers in your hair were showing you exactly that.

you moaned his name as you came. then, when you closed your eyes to enjoy the euphoria, he took the opportunity to press small kisses on your shoulder, waiting for you to come back. you couldn't decide if the delay in giving in to him had increased the intensity of that pleasure, or perhaps matt could have provided it many months before.

you both had the next morning free of work, so you spent a long time savoring each other. after recovering from a delicious orgasm on matt's thigh, you moved away just so he could lie almost flat on the bed, then got on all fours to suck him off while he struggled to keep himself sane inside your mouth as he caressed your ass that was upright. he pounded in you slowly, just like the way he kissed you when you first arrived. you could feel the climax building slowly, feeling like you had all the time in the world.

after showering, he ordered a nice takeaway, since you were both too tired to cook. then, you had sex on the kitchen table — him from behind, you leaning over the table, clutching the edge of the furniture as if it was the only thing keeping you from hallucinating. this time, matt ate you out like a starved man, then thrust into you, displaying an athlete's stamina that surprised you beyond belief.

at the end of that week, you started with the excuse that he had to concentrate on training. you couldn't risk your own job if someone thought he wasn't a hundred percent focused on the game because of you — even more so with the giants advancing so well in the playoffs. two weeks passed and that was enough for matt. he could feel your distance, he couldn't bear the feeling of going back to stage zero. he didn't understand what had changed, you gave him no reason.

but matt wasn't stupid. he wouldn't be the kind of person to walk into your office without considering the surroundings. so he decided to text you: "can i come and see you? give me any excuse to arrange a private meeting. please." so you did, after some thought, of course. you were aware that you couldn't run away forever, not when matt's job was to be damn fast. and passionate, passionate as hell.

“can i go straight to the point?” he said, the distress in his low voice. “i miss you, i don't know what happened to make you push me away like that. i thought i'd proved that you could trust me with this matter.”

“you're right, i'm sorry," you said. “the talk around the office is about the expiration date of your contract. i realized that i can't keep nurturing something that will disappear as soon as the season is over.”

matt looked stunned, to say the least.

“you're right, matt. i'm sorry i didn't warn you before.”

“y/n, people will talk about business, you know that. but real negotiations are private, and besides, my stats have been great for most of the season.”

you were trying so hard to show little or no emotion. why on earth were you talking to the man you like as if you were in a business meeting?

“i've seen it happen before. contract extensions aren't something directors usually do. it's temporary, we have to be realistic.”

matt got up from his chair and walked over to you. he took your hands so that you could stand up and come closer. the contact with the warmth of his skin after so long made you shiver. you tried to look away, but he placed his palm on your cheek and gently brought you back.

“i know you're trying not to be optimistic, so i'll do it for both of us. we don't know what's going to happen with the contract, but we do know that there's something real between us.”

“matt…” “i want you, i want what we have. i believe that's enough to make it work, no matter what happens in the future. i want you now, y/n. can you tell me that you're in this with me? can you tell me that you want me as much as i want you?”

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @i-am-so-strange

Your match is...

— Hiori Yo

✦ I think it's the first time I give Hiori to someone for another reason than "you play video games."

✦ Jokes aside, when I read a bio, I usually peacefully wait for one or many characters to show up by themselves in my mind, saying, "Yeah, that's for me."

✦ To be honest, I've had another character in mind, and I'll talk about it at the end of my post.

✦ There's something inexplicable that could really attract Hiori.

✦ It's the fact that there's so much mystery emanating from you, and at the same time, a strong desire to do things well and properly. It's a bit like him: he wants to give his best, but it's hard for those around him to understand who he is beneath the surface.

✦ At first glance, he wouldn't be intimidated, but rather curious. He has a strong intuition, and Hiori knows how to recognize when there's more than just a face that says, "I don't like you all."

✦ Maybe you wouldn't talk to each other for a while. It's harder for two introverts to make the first move.

✦ I like to think it was a class exercise that forced the proximity that led the two of you to cooperate.

✦ "Strongest subject back in high school? Chemistry." Oh yes, speaking of which—the classic trope: "I don't like you, but the teacher paired us together."

✦ (I can totally see this trope happening.)

✦ (Maybe it sounds cliché, but... wearing the white lab coat.)

✦ (It surprisingly suits Hiori very well.)

✦ (Add the scientific glasses.)

✦ Hiori was one of the most discreet students ever; you had never heard his voice before...

✦ ...And you totally thought he was a girl.

✦ "So you can speak?" you ask.

✦ "Yeah. And you can smile."

✦ Sassy remarks to each other, of course.

✦ The light elbow nudges when the joke was gross, but genuinely funny.

✦ Hiori is the best assistant on the field. Why not on the school benches too?

✦ He starts to show all his potential from the moment you prove to him that you're really talented in chemistry.

✦ Mainly, he's the one who brings you the materials you need.

✦ But be careful, because the boy is not the loyal servant he appears to be: if you start to lack confidence, his loyalty may begin to waver.

✦ But you can definitely sense it behind his adorable smiles.

✦ You share these private and sharp jokes that no one else but the two of you understands.

✦ Hiori is often hard on himself. I feel you could be that way too.

✦ Maybe I sense a little rivalry between you.

✦ That's also what keeps you going—proving your worth to each other. You don't want to disappoint one another.

✦ I can totally picture those moments at the boarding school (love this trope too) where you catch Hiori in a bad moment. When the pressure of school is too heavy. When nothing is ever enough.

✦ These are the moments when your strong rivalry softens a bit, allowing you to show how much you actually care for each other.

✦ It's a bit awkward since you're not really good at showing your emotions, but Hiori gets it and smiles.

✦ "You don't have to force yourself, y'know."

✦ "Yeah, but... I don't like it when you pout."

✦ "Heh. Do you prefer me when I make unbearable remarks about how to hold the beaker?"

✦ "It could be."

✦ "Well, don't worry, miss. I won't miss you tomorrow."

✦ "I hope so."

✦ "...Thanks."

✦ "For what?"

✦ "For being you."

✦ "Don't say things like that."

✦ "Ah, yeah. Forgot you didn't like that. Wanna play a game instead?"

✦ "You know how to speak to me."

A word about your match: I was simping for the two of you from behind the corner of the corridor. Oh, and the other character I thought of for you was Chigiri—I think a very cool chemistry could happen between you. You both have a strong will but have a hard time expressing your emotions—in Chigiri's case, it's related to his knee injury.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | INTERESTED IN A MATCHUP EXCHANGE? CHECK THIS.

[leeannsparksauthor]

A Touch of Green

A/N: Hello all, I’ve been replaying the Spider-Man games and now have Peter Parker brainrot because he’s just too freaking adorable. Anywho I was inspired by the dead plant in the opening scene and immediately thought, ‘oh this poor boy, he’s trying.’

Also I wrote this with game Peter in mind but you can really imagine any Peter you prefer, hope you enjoy!

The plain truth is that Peter Parker couldn’t keep a plant alive to save his life.

It was a hard pill for him to swallow. For crying out loud the boy could make web bombs but couldn’t figure out how to keep a succulent thriving for more than a week. You couldn’t help but find it endearing, especially when he would text pictures of his poor neglected plants. Always captioned with ‘I don’t know what I did wrong!’ Usually followed with crying emoji, a pouting one if he was feeling super defeated. 

You remembered when he first moved into his apartment, he was so determined to brighten the place up. It’s just a tragedy that so many lives were lost in his endeavor. 

“Oooo Pete look at this one, it’s only two dollars,” you pointed to the Rattlesnake plant that had seen better days. It was a sad sight, brown leaves falling towards dry potted soil. 

“Uhm, yeah that’s a good price but it’s dead baby, don’t you want to get one of the greener ones?” He asked with his chin resting on your shoulder. One of the many things you loved about Peter was how openly affectionate he was. You sometimes wondered who was the more touch-starved out of the two of you. 

After placing a quick kiss on his cheek you leaned down to move away a few of the dying leaves to reveal healthy stems and the beginnings of new growth. “Well it’s not fully dead yet, it just needs some love and new soil. I think I could easily save this patient, Mr Parker.” Teasing each other came as naturally as breathing most days. 

“There’s not a doubt in my mind about that Doctor,” he said while picking up the pot to place it in your shared cart. You both still lived in separate apartments despite being together for almost two years now. It wasn’t like you hadn't discussed it before but the fear of change and the idea of sharing space caused the topic to be pushed to the back burner. You did ease his worries when you told him that there’s no one else you’d rather live with, it would just take some time, maybe once your lease was up for renewal this year you could both come back to it. “Ya know maybe I should pick up one too…”

His fingers were playfully slapped away from the potential victim. “No, no absolutely not, you are not killing another plant on my watch Pete.” 

“Awww now that’s just not fair babe, I swear I didn’t even miss a watering day on my last one!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the affronted look on his face. He’s just so naturally charming it hurts.

You pushed the cart over to where the bags of soil were placed before attempting to pick up the indoor plant mix. The action was immediately halted by Peter nudging you aside so that he could grab it instead, ever the gentleman, you thought wistfully. “Yeah and then you ended up overwatering it love. You drowned that poor plant!” 

“I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to water it every day…”

“It was on the care card Pete, did you even read it?” You knew damn well that he didn’t but boy was it fun to mess with him.

His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, “I…may or may not have lost the card on the way up to the apartment that day.”

You patted his cheek lovingly, slight stubble underneath your fingertips. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Love me, kiss me, smother me with affection. It’s honestly the only way I wanna go at this point.” You loved his smile, it was so boyish and warm and it just made everything seem right in the world.

“Oh I’ll smother you with something…”

“Oooo you promise?” His hand discreetly traced your ass, which if you could feel it was it really that discreet? He had always surprised you with how flirty he could be, you assumed that he was just full of blushing anxiety when you first met him.

“Head out of the gutter pretty boy, we still gotta do some grocery shopping for dinner.”

His long eyelashes batted themselves at you, “awww you think I’m pretty?”

You smiled at his ridiculousness, “yes, very pretty, now I’ve got chicken thawing in the fridge so what do you think? Should I do chicken fried rice, alfredo, or some chicken soup since it’s kinda chilly?” 

“Hmmm, decisions, decisions…” you could see him suddenly freeze, his spidey sense pumping the brakes on your outing. His phone dinged in his pocket and sirens could be heard in the distance. He gave you an extremely apologetic look, puppy dog eyes and everything. You would have hoped by now that he knew you understood. New York needed their Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, even though they didn’t always deserve him. “I’m sorry baby…”

“It’s okay hero, but you still gotta choose which one I make cause I really don’t wanna decide.”

“Uhm, alfredo! I love you so much, I’ll call you later!” He smushed your cheeks together before placing a quick kiss on the fishlips he had created. He was such a goober, but you loved him for it. 

“I love you too.” Your eyes never left him as he weaved between the aisles before barreling out the door. Apologizing to multiple angry New Yorkers he bumped into along the way. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to yourself, there goes my boy, off to save the world.

Once you picked up some noodles, broccoli, mushrooms and ingredients to make the sauce you started to make the trek home. Paper bag in one arm and your new plant baby cradled in the other. 

The train was a little late, but what else was new honestly? Once you were seated you heard a notification ding on your phone automatically knowing that it was about Peter’s latest heroics. You told him a while ago that you had notifications set on your phone for all things Spider-Man. You just wanted to know that he was okay, and you were also amused by the ridiculous articles on Spider-Man’s love life. Apparently there was a robbery happening somewhere but there weren’t enough details released yet, you figured Pete would tell you about it later when he came by. Finally arriving at your apartment you leaned against the elevator wall, drained from the day but excited to work on the home tasks you had been mentally compiling throughout the afternoon. 

Your new plant was situated in front of the window. It was much shorter and greener then when it arrived due to cutting away all the dead leaves but now it was nestled in fresh soil and ready for another chance. You couldn’t help the smile that rested on your lips as you looked at all the green surrounding the window. Jeez I really have a problem don’t I, you thought to yourself. Currently the biggest plant in your apartment was your grandma’s pothos she gave you when you moved. Under her care it had thrived and you were heartbroken when it reacted badly on the trip to New York. Luckily she was a resilient one, and you think she could win first prize if she felt so inclined. 

As you gently traced the leaves your mind wandered to Peter which happened multiple times a day. It was like a light bulb went off in your head as you scrambled to reach the top of your fridge that housed multiple empty glass bottles. You knew exactly which one you were looking for and let out a pleased sigh when your fingers grabbed the neck of the bottle. After snipping off a stem from the pothos you gently placed it inside the glass that was now filled with water. The leaves rested over the lip and you couldn’t wait to give the small gift to Peter. I swear if he manages to kill this I’m going to have to take that boy to a botany class or something. 

You were letting the sauce simmer on the stove when Pete called you, his caller ID was a photo of him in his Spidey suit holding an armful of puppies that were up for adoption. He had swung by an event the agency had set up in central park and decided to stay to help all of the babies get adopted. He messaged you insisting that you had to come by and see all of the adorable dogs. Most of whom were adopted by the time you got there. You remembered having to play pretend and ask Spider-Man if you could take a picture of him with the puppies. 

“Yeah of course Ma’am!” He had said in his fake deep voice that he put on for show whenever he got nervous. 

“Hey baby everything okay,” you asked once the call was connected.

“Yup all good, just another bank robbery but it’s all cleaned up and I’m heading your way now.” You could hear the exertion in his voice, the tell-tale sign of him swinging through the city. 

The sauce spoon was tapped against the pan to get all of the excess off of it. “Let me guess it was the hamburglar again?”

“Yeah, the guy just doesn’t know when to quit.” The sounds of the city played in the background, cars honking and people calling out as Peter swung above them.

“Well it’s a good thing Spider-Man was there to save the day. I’m gonna start boiling the pasta so I’ll see you in a bit, we don’t need you hitting another building cause you were swinging on the phone.” You would never forget the day that he slammed into a fire escape because he was too excited to tell you about his promotion to pay attention.

“How dare you, I'm a safe swinger…wait no, that came out wrong.” You could practically hear the blush in his tone and it made you giggle.

“You better be safe while you’re swinging!” The declaration was said between laughter at his words. 

“Always am, love you bug!”

“Love you too baby.” You blew a quick kiss into the phone, waiting for his responding smooch before hanging up. 

He ended up climbing through your window about ten minutes later beating all of the rush traffic. As soon as his feet hit the floor he ripped off his mask and set it on the chair that was designated for his quick changes. “It smells amazing in here!” 

“It tastes even better!” You called over your shoulder as you scooped the noodles out of their pot to mix into the sauce. His chest was pressed against your back as he placed a total of three tiny kisses to your forehead. You turned your head so that you could meet his lips in a soft kiss, you were always so thankful when he came back unscathed, most nights weren’t like this.

“Mmmm, not as good as you though.” Ever the flatterer this guy.

You placed another quick peck on his lips, “that’s very true…oh I have a little something for you!”

“For me? You shouldn’t have!” He exclaimed with ten times the energy you would expect from someone who just stopped a bank robbery.

“It’s nothing too crazy but here…tada!” You showcased the little plant chilling in its water bath and you could see the confusion clear as day on Peter’s face.

He held up the bottle, inspecting the leaves like they were his greatest mystery. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to have plants anymore?”

“No, you're not allowed to kill any more plants, which should be incredibly hard to do with this one.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll somehow find a way.” He seemed nervous, like he was actually afraid that he was gonna fuck this one up. 

You made a grand gesture towards the small plant. “No cause see, this, this right here, is your son Peter. You love him, you nurture him and best of all you leave him alone! He’s basically just propagating right now so he just stays in the water and he’ll keep growing. I will of course check on him everytime I come over to your place.”

He teasingly fanned himself like he was overcome by the news. “I really wasn’t expecting to become a dad today, this is just all so sudden…wait is this from your big guy in the corner?”

“Yes and kind of selfishly I hope that you think of me each time you look at it.”

“I’m already thinking of you all the time so no worries there. Hey, is this a bottle from Julia’s place down the street?” It was also the place where you guys had your first date and had since become your favorite shared restaurant.  

“What a keen eye you have there Mr Parker.”

His eyes seemed to gloss over with affection, adoration, admiration, and all of the a words that described love and happiness. “I love you.”

You gave that look right back to him tenfold. “I love you too, and because I love you I’m going to politely say that you stink and that you need a shower before dinner.”

“Yeah you can just feel the love in the room.”

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Do you have a headcanon list for the rest of the team's lynx flavors! Leather and Cookies can't be to the taste of all of them!

Let’s be real, nonny – of course I don’t. I mean, who has that? Really, who?

Well, yeah, okay, I do, but only because you asked and because I very randomly happen to be in Dublin* for the week and had the opportunity to stop by Boots and sniff all the Lynx stuff they had (which did not include Java or – to my great disappointment – Leather & Cookies) and take notes, which didn’t earn me any weird looks whatsoever.

The things I do for love.

Anyway. We know Jamie is a jack of all Lynx trade and that Colin favours Leather & Cookies. As for (an non exhaustive list of) the rest…

Isaac – our captain of righteous rage and impeccable taste could never choose anything but Africa, advertised (however misguidedly) as the G.O.A.T of scents. There’s sweetness and spice and fresheness reminiscent of good gin hovering over a woody base – it’s not outrageous by any means, but it’s not boring either: nuanced and reasonably mature, it’s a scent worthy of the footballer with the most fashion sense of the entire team. Has enough gravitas for a captain, too, but without weighting him down.

Sam – leans into the quietly playful notes of Excite; it’s a fairly standard pour homme scent but the hints of coconut (almost edging into sweet liquorice) gives it a little twist, turning it warmer and softer than your average man deo. Perhaps it wasn’t his own choice, originally – I can see Simi gifting it to him, and Sam going no, okay, this works.

Dani – would pull off all the muskier and spicer scents so beautifully but is ultimately (and perhaps unfortunately) attracted to the bright fruit of Epic Fresh. It’s vivacious and sweet and unapologetic about being happy and unrefined; carefree, like Dani when jogging onto the pitch.

Jan – has decent taste but does not care to spend too much time thinking about his deodorant; he selects the simple but not basic fruit and wood combination of Black, and sticks with it. It’s a good enough choice; it’ll do and offend no one (and if it does, Jan Maas will not give a fuck because he has more important things to worry about).

Bumbercatch – goes for the sickly sweet, bright pink and unpleasantly chemical Recharge only to confuse his enemies. “What enemies,” you might ask, but our man Bumber simply gives you A Look and does not answer.

Zorro – just likes chocolate, okay? He’s in tune with his emotions and desires and wearing Dark Temptation makes him feel good. We should none of us begrudge him that.

Richard – spits at your Lynx and your hamster of a mother and elderberry-smelling father. His deodorant is expensive and French and rather discreet because he doesn’t want chemical smells to overpower the sublime taste of wine and also there’s something primally attractive about the natural human musk and why would you ever want to drown that out?

Jeff Goodman – selects Icy Chill because he believes the cool menthol notes makes him seem like a tought guy. They do not.

Cockburn – is a man of few words and a gentle heart. He prefers Gold, both for the warm spiciness of its deep wood and vanilla tones, and for gold of it all. It makes him feel a little special, in a quiet sort of way. Cockburn doesn’t really need more than that (at least not from a deodorant); he knows what he’s about and what he’s worth, and if you do not? Not his problem, baby. It’s a solid, simple choice for a solid, simple man.

If I were to assign Java (unsmelled) to anyone, it'd be to Sasha Kukoč because he's my very special secret darling and is (supposedly) young enough to find 90s retro hot.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

when you told jungkook about certain ideas that could be the result in seol’s changed behavior, you weren’t expecting all of this. you feel as though you shouldn’t know about this but you’re happy that you do because it all makes sense: the poor boy doesn’t have a mother unlike most of his classmates. if jungkook wanted you to pity him, then he got exactly that because you feel bad for the two.

“i think..i think you’re doing an awesome job with seol. raising a kid on your own is quite tedious but you’re doing great” you say.

you place your palm on top of jungkook’s to show your empathy for the single father who had to raise a child on their own from the young age of 21.

your life is the complete opposite. you too grew up with both parents but they favor your sister and always have favored her more. you’re happy they never kicked you out but you wouldn’t wish that on any child, jungkook included.

when jungkook says, well, asks if you want him to burst seol’s bubble about you being his mother your ‘no’ is hesitant. now that you know the truth, you almost don’t want to ‘spill the tea’ to the imaginative 5-year old. what if you do tell him the truth? what if it worsens seol’s behavior? what if he doesn’t want to be in your class anymore? what if he hates you?

you retract your hand from jungkook’s to fold your hands together; just trying to think on the best answer. you sigh once you’ve came to the conclusion that “you don’t have to tell seol. i’m sure he’ll realize it soon but if he doesn’t, tell him when he’s out of kindergarten”

since you’re a kindergarten teacher, seol won’t be in your class once he’s in the first grade and you think that’ll help him come to terms with the truth. it’ll still hurt but at least he had time beforehand to deal with the news and maybe, just maybe, a woman will come in their lives and give seol that maternal love both he and jungkook are looking for.

“does that sound good? i think—“

“y/n! come and get seol, he just—oh? why hello there, mr. jeon” chaeyoung says in a lower, sexier tone.

“chae?”

“huh?”

“what happened to seol?”

“oh! yeah, uh, he just fell but he won’t let me put the band-aid on, he won’t let me clean it, nothing. said he wants his ‘mama’ to do it”

“goodness, i’ll be right back mr. jeon!” you say as you jog to go and seol who probably feels as though you abandoned him, which gives enough time for chaeyoung to know about your secret admirer, jeon jungkook.

“you think she’s hot don’t you? don’t worry…i think she’s hot too. you aren’t discreet when it comes to ‘admiring’ your kid’s teacher, y’know” chaeyoung shuts your classroom door.

“but you’re easy on the eyes too” she says as she slowly struts closer and closer to an uncomfortable jungkook.

“why settle for one hot teacher when you can have both? you want her just as bad as i do but…i want you too. what do you say? i could get y/n on board and give you that fantasy ride you’ve been looking for”

~🫧

And she settles her hands on his chest, running her manicured nails all over it in circles, he’s getting more and more uncomfortable.

She is really good at making him uncomfortable, and she clearly likes you, she’s got the hots for you just like him- which is trouble because he doesn’t want her to. “Woah… yes I like her and I want to be with her but.. she’s not just a fantasy.” He chokes out.

He’s uncomfortable with other women touching him, “I..I will have her-and no one can come in my way, not even you.” he closes his eyes and breathes out because he’s feeling a little crazy all of a sudden.

He cannot crack right now. “she is mine. I won’t share her with anyone. And I hope she won’t share me either.” he’s now looking straight into her eyes. “should I let her know that you like her? I mean she’s kind of oblivious to my feelings for her, but I’m not sure if she knows or she wants to avoid it?” Jungkook confesses.

But honestly, you’re starting to make progress with him because you just agreed to go on a dinner date with him, he’s so happy right now you have no idea.

You made him so happy with the way you just praised him for being a single father right now? God, he fell in love with you even more.

Because you could’ve just dismissed him. “Stop it- you just made me realise that I’ll rather die then have a threesome.” He gently tries to push her away.

And he’ll be sure to warn you to stay away from this creep.

He really hopes that you’re not into girls.

Please come back soon here with his son. He’s getting really uncomfortable and you have to discuss your upcoming date and a few details.

“Ms chaeyoung? Stay away from me and her.”

[vidames]

céline's interview!

Warnings for Engage spoilers below, please don't read on if you'd like to avoid spoiling anything for yourself.

What has led you to where you are today?

The interview is informal, set in what looks to be some sort of common room at the monastery. Despite the monk’s insistence, Céline insists on preparing the tea. A gentle, rose petal blend, the aroma of which is an instant balm to her frayed nerves. Here she is, at an esteemed academy for the best and brightest far from home and Céline tries desperately to swallow down the truth. That she must prepare for the day all her worst nightmares come to pass. A day when it is her duty and obligation to the people of Firene to sit upon that lofty, lonely throne.

A day when her brother leaves her, forever.

For now though, Céline plasters a well honed and practised smile on her face. Stifles the tremors in her hands as she pours two cups of tea and inhales. Chases such awful thoughts to the back of her mind and leaves them there, locked in place where they cannot hurt her. Where she can pretend all is well.

“Firene has always been a nation that prizes peace above all for its citizens. Which is precisely why I’m here. There are times when one must fight for one’s ideals, no matter how peaceful and benevolent those ideals are.” Céline raises the cup to her lips in a delicate, fluid motion and takes a sip. The taste reminds her of home, of the serene and bountiful pastoral fields of Firene. She reminisces on tranquil, jaunty days undercover to try her nation’s best tea and food with Chloé. Her smile relaxes a little, warm, genuine and pleasant. “As Firene’s princess, it is my duty to protect our people. Despite many treaties and much negotiation on my mother’s part, war still found its way to our doorstep. Towns were ravaged by invaders. I made a promise, at Florra Port Town. That I would never allow that to happen again.”

“Mother and Alfred are so often hard at work with leadership. I wish to be of as much aid to them as I possibly can.”

What do you believe are your greatest strengths? Your greatest weaknesses?

Your health, the pernicious voice in her head cries out. Céline’s smile drops for a fraction of a second before she puts the mask back into place. Small hands reach to her eye line as elongated fingers push the hair away from her face. A soft exhale and her composure is back in place. Firene’s princess does not have the luxury of showing such weakness.

“I’d say my greatest talents are in diplomacy and negotiation. I’m not green on the battlefield, I’ve never tried to shy away from my obligation to our people after all,” Céline’s hand rests around her cup, warmed by the sweet, floral beverage within. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing further. “I’m fairly skilled in both magic and swordplay although I’m sure I have much to learn and room to grow. I’m more confident in my political skills and ability to reach out to others.”

Weaknesses? Surely they realise a woman of her position cannot freely admit to any real glaring flaws, lest her frailty be used against her. The smile on her face sharpens in response, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“Surely you don’t expect me to reveal anything too vulnerable. One must always be discreet in their manners. However,” Céline is not exempt from showing a little self-awareness. If only to convince her interviewer that she is capable of deeper introspection and reflection for the sake of personal growth. “I suppose I can disclose one I’m working on and trust your good intentions, kind sir. I have always been rather emotional. As a child I would burst into tears at the drop of a hat.”

“I am no longer such a crybaby but I can confess to being plagued by fear and worry, or carried away with joy. I’m cautious enough that it rarely hinders me in carrying out my duties but it does still make some of my personal relations more fraught than they have to be.” Her tongue is sharper than any blade she has wielded, a fact she knows. A tendency to lash out in fear, especially to dear Alfred. Céline knows deep in her heart that he understands, he does not take any of her barbs personally. Yet her worst fear, more than being left alone to rule, is that her last words to him will be pointed and hurtful. “I’m rarely impolite to people, especially strangers but I can be sharper than I’d like with those I care for. Especially in emotionally charged situations.”

If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play?

It’s easy to discuss the role she should play. The one she wants to, side by side with her brother. Helping their kingdom flourish and their people prosper. Yet there has always been an unspoken agreement between herself and mother that she was as much heir to the throne as her older brother. Shrewd, hale and healthy - the child who escaped the looming spectre of death and disease for much of her life. They’d been raised so similarly and whilst her mother could make excuses, try to insist that it was simply so Céline would be primed and ready to support her brother, she knew the truth. That one day, perhaps terrifyingly soon, Alfred would be snatched away from them just as her father had been.

She had become strong for both of them. The once soft and gentle princess had been honed as sharp and durable as a blade.

“Forgive me, I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment. A story about my life, you say?” Yet even now she sounds bright and cheerful and she hates it. Despises her falsehoods and fake positivity to the core of her being. But if she cannot open up to her closest allies and dearest friends, how can she be expected to open up to a nameless, faceless monk who will not remember her tomorrow. Whom she will not either. To many that would make him safe and harmless but few sit in her position. Few have to consider themselves potential rulers. “I have worked hard all my life to be able to protect my people and my family. Losing my father so young was painful but it strengthened my resolve.”

“I would never abandon my mother, or my dear brother, no matter where the world takes us. I will always support them and our people, so dear to all our hearts,” Céline tilts her head, a fond, wistful smile on her lips. She yearns for a life in blooming fields without a care in the world. That was never a possibility though, far out of the question. The least she could do was devote herself to protecting the gentle, happy families of Firene and their pastoral ways. The flourishing crops and abundance of beauty her kingdom had been gifted with had always seemed like a religious blessing, from the Divine Dragon Queen who was so close to her mother. Céline would continue those ties into the future, providing for her people the protection and grace they needed. “I wish to be their sword, shield and flames, so they can live joyous lives. A princess at her brother’s side, providing him with both wisdom and might in kind. Whatever he should need.”

[truly-morgan]

[Awkward meeting at the restaurant]

RuoCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 26-04-2021

[#ruocheng – awkward meeting] 

Jc and wrh were out on a date, both because wrh wanted to take him out but also because jc was interested in that one Lanling oriented restaurant in Qishan. He hadn’t been much in Lanling before and he was curious about their specialities. This would do for now. 

They had just gotten inside the lobby of the fancy restaurant when a very familiar voice caught jc attention, short footstep running closer to him. “Jiujiu!”. This made him tense, turning around to find little jl running to him, crashing into his legs as he giggled, seemingly pretty happy to see him. 

An amused smile drew itself on wrh lips, clearly wondering who the little one was. “My sister's son” he says with a small smile, looking up to indeed see jyl and jzx getting inside too. When jyl gaze crossed his he saw how surprised she was to see him (although the tension of seeing her son running off as this went away). “A-li” he smiled, feeling a bit tense himself. 

He had only told wwx about him and wrh (not without being bothered about it before doing so). But he was not exactly ready to tell anyone else. He trusted wwx to not tell a soul about it (the same way he also kept some secret for wwx). 

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust jyl not to tell, but he felt like she would be more likely to tell-

them if she was worried about wrh. Jfm had very much /not/ painted a good image of wrh, he could see why she would worry (he would probably be too if he didn’t know the man himself). 

Jc patted his nephew's head a bit, the young boy not leaving his side even as his parents get to them, even requesting to be lifted up. He ended up indulging, as it had been some time since the last time he actually saw jl. 

“We didn’t expect to see you here” admitted his sister, looking then to wrh before greeting him politely. “And in... good company” she added, looking back at her brother. 

Wrh gave him a discreet look, clearly showing he was leaving him place to tell what he wanted. The older man understood jc nervousness about telling his family about them and he respected his choice not too. He simply didn’t want to mess it up. 

“Yes, we are celebrating my latest good grades” he replied, which wasn’t /fully/ false, it could be seen as a date to celebrate that too. 

“I didn’t know you and wen-xiansheng were acquainted” admitted jzx after greeting wrh too. He wouldn’t be surprised; it was probably known in the business world their fathers were in that jfm and wrh were not exactly on the best of terms. At least, for jfm, he didn’t really remember wrh saying anything about his father other than critic how he was treating him.

“Yes... he helped me when I came back to yunmeng and we ended up keeping in touch, we became friends from there after often stumbling on each other” jc said with a small smile. It was really far from the actual relationship they had, but friends would be enough for now. Jc could see jzx still seemed a bit lost as to /how/ they ended up this close (after all, wrh was much older and not someone close to the jiang family).

Yet he didn’t push further, simply offering a small smile at his answer. “Then I hope wen-xiansheng is taking good care of my little brother” smiled jyl as jc was handing back jl to her. “I sure will keep on taking /good/ care of jiang cheng” answered wrh with a smirk, something totally different shooting into jc mind as he flushed a bit, turning to him. He was offered a (not so) sorry smile. 

“It was good seeing you here” finally cut jc before this could go anywhere else, “But I am sure you three want to get to your reservation too, I wouldn’t want to delay your diner more”. They simply make their goodbye, jc promising jl he would come soon to visit them (which clearly made the young boy happy). 

Soon they were being led to each of their reservation, not without jyl stopping a bit to look back at her brother, wrh hand on jc lower back as her brother seemed to be whispering something to him while blushing. All the while being directed to a more private room. 

She seriously started to doubt they were /only/ friends.

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[hard-core-super-star]

hwjskksksdhwj well, at least after that I went straight to sleep, I just wanted to answer you so.... I'm starting to think that too lmao, let me do a test. the time I sent you this was 11am or something close to that? I was going to say something like this only happened once, but since we started talking you're always right 😭 stop always being right, I beg you. in this case: anon, rubix is ​​actually gatekeeping because what she's doing is working, so you can forget your tutorial, sorry.

I'm already that predictable to you? 😔 stop kahsjakka I don't believe someone can literally be right all the time. okay you already got your second star too, now we both have two stars, happy now? and did you really go see the amazing spider-man? yep, I think we can this time, but I still don't know if it would really be narcissism.... noooo come back kahekwkaksk I was actually trying to make a joke like that but what came out was “pure madness” lmao, the joke was good, you're fine!!

what??? I gave you a star, even though you didn't know it in this message yet, but I did!!! when it comes to compliments I....? I think we agreed to finish the sentences now. lmao, it sounds like a good plan, but now I wonder what those more obvious things you would tell me would be. I don’t know if I should agree with the fact that I noticed that you’re not discreet and then you say “excuse me!!?!?!???” again hdjajswkwk. WAIT why are you calling me out now???? I'm going to finish the sentences!

since you're the one saying it, I'll take it as a compliment. well, I'm not assuming you're going to talk about these thoughts now and I'm not excited to see what you have in store. I wasn't thinking that maybe you could drop your @ on tktk because that way we could talk about alpha!kate and I could ask questions and you could answer without leaving possible spoilers here...

I don't think I'm going to run out space because if you really send two per message- I mean, so far I've only gotten the obvious ones, which were written on my face. but I appreciate your faith in me 😶

I feel you! I automatically start to panic with: tough, though, thought, through, thorough and throughout LIKE WTF????? 😭😭 kdhjsakk it's funny to see a writer saying she hates grammar. why a 15th birthday party being something so big and different from others is still a mystery to me. don't mind me asking, but what did you like most there? ngl pronounce it the “American way”? lmao, and what would it be like to pronounce “carne asada” like that?? 🤔 (I've never tried chipotle but I want to stay away from any chiles). Kate annoying people in a friendly way is so real and precious 🥺 nooo, and then the awkward silence after she said something like that would be a reason for her not to speak for the next 20 minutes- to apologize I think yelena would do some acts of service, like, I can see her stopping being proud and apologizing, but her apologizing without necessarily saying it feels more right. or she'll be like those mothers who argue with you and don't apologize but make your favorite dinner hoping it works.

– 🌟

it's a good thing we don't take a long time to reply otherwise that would mean you went to sleep closer to 4am than 3am. once again, i can't be mad 'cause that means a lot...and it's adorable. your test was pretty accurate, it was 11:55 when you sent that message, now it's 2:15 but by the time i post this it'll probably be closer to 3. is this information important? no, i just wanted you to know. you got that right, thank you for admitting it where everyone can see. i know i should stop...but i can't ;) i think you should expand on this very necessary comment because how am i gatekeeping? i think there messages are the tutorial, tbh 😶

yup but it's a good thing, don't worry. kind of like how i'm predictable in terms of my references. maybe not all the time but i think i have a pretty good track record. i am incredibly happy, actually. now, let's see how long it takes you to start asking for a third star 👀 i wanted to but i didn't have time. i might watch this weekend, tbh. i think we should leave it open-ended because i'll get a headache if i think about it too much. aw, i didn't even leave and you were asking me to come back, do you really like me that much? but thank you for appreciating the joke, it made me laugh. and so did yours, tbh.

yes, i know that now not when i wrote that so therefore my complaint still stands. once again, we agreed to that after this message so that's not my fault. buuuut since you seem to be so interested…when it comes to compliments, you give really good ones that make me want to say stupid things in response. i think the sentence before this one will give you a pretty clear idea of what those more obvious sentences would be like. i think you saying this counts as you agreeing. i would be offended but you don't seem to be upset about how not discreet i am so no harm done. i’ll believe it when i see it 👀

great, that's how i meant it. i certainly don't have thoughts i was going to spill but then i got distracted by the suggestion you didn't give. are you not saying you would be willing to reveal your tktk just so i won't share some more alpha!kate thoughts? ‘cause i’m tempted to not say that no one would read said spoilers but clearly, that's a wrong assumption. so…[as offended that i am that you didn't suggest tktk instead of insta] i won't give you a little math problem to find my tktk. take my username on here, delete the - in between the words, and add 19. i certainly won't be there if you want.

i guess time will tell…and my braincells ‘cause sometimes i can't remember the references i want to make.

akkskdkdk YES! my brain hurts just looking at those words. yeah, it's certainly not usual but it's true 🤷 same, it's one of the many traditions i’ll probably never understand. i’m going to give you the honest yet dorky answer…the architecture and the museums. and when i say architecture i don’t even mean things like the Louvre or anything, i mean like the random apartment complexes. it's just…you can feel the history when you walk around. that probably makes no sense but yeah. i can't even attempt to spell out the sounds that come out of gringos when they try to say anything remotely close to spanish lmao. it’s a little more bearable in California but like 🙃 right??? she's genuinely so annoying sometimes but in a really cute way, i can't explain it. kate’s like a baby overthinker. she reacts way faster than she thinks but then once she realizes what she did/said, she’ll think about it non-stop. oh for sure. i don't think yelena would verbally apologize but she’d acknowledge kate’s feelings through actions. and they don't even have to be something big for it to feel huge in kate’s eyes. like maybe yelena just silently encourages kate to go on and on about some archery related thing and kate’s like 🥹

[meghchowdhury]

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