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[loveshotzz]

I guess it’s never really over

mechanic!steve harrington x fem!reader exes to lovers

chapter three -

This has got to be the longest crush ever

Robin’s bad date, and a late night that changes everything.

warnings: 18+ A little bit of queer and mid twenties crisis angst for Robin, with comfort obvi. Tension, but are we surprised at this point?, and a secret third thing, wonder what it could be? 😚

wc: 6.3k

authors note: Hi babies! I am taking just a week off from my posting schedule for this week long work trip I’m taking on Monday. There’s lots of conferences and I won’t have much down time. We will resume our normal posting schedule for chapter four starting 3/20 🌻🧡

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June -

Would you believe me if I said I’m in love? 

                            Baby, I want you to want me.

You can’t believe you landed yourself in detention.

All your late night study sessions for the SAT’s that led to oversleeping and missed alarms finally catching up to you just like Robin warned you it would. Miss O’Donnell is the one who makes your best friend's predictions come true, handing you that notorious pink slip for walking into her class ten minutes late for the third time this week. 

When you arrive at exactly 3:15, the classroom is mostly empty. Your eyes scan the bored faces of the few students joining you, hoping to at least see Eddie’s familiar head of curls. But of course, today of all days, he’s managed to be on his best behavior or just didn’t get caught. 

Sighing defeated, you give Mr. Clark a tight lipped smile, ignoring the shocked look on his face seeing you in here. Picking an empty desk in the middle away from anyone, you decide to busy yourself with the Algebra homework you’ve been avoiding for the better half of a week. It’s when you lean over to unzip your backpack that you catch the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the ceramic floors.

”Ahh, Mr. Harrington. Even fashionably late to detention, I see. Your hair looks good enough to sit in silence for an hour and a half to me.” Mr. Clark announces the king of Hawkins's grand entrance with the kind of sarcasm that makes you smirk as you start arranging your things on your desk.

“That’s good to know 'cause I was doing it for you Mr. C.”

Steve Harrington always thinks he’s so charming

Snorting as you click your pen, you dare to look up only to catch ‘the hair’ looking right back at you with that golden smile that you’ve seen take even the strongest soldiers out. 

Oh no. 

Eyes going big, you quickly bring your attention back down to your homework, silently hoping he doesn’t take the seat next to you and land you in here next week too. 

“So thoughtful of you. Now why don’t you take a seat and do some studying for that test on Monday. And maybe this semester you won’t have to worry about relying on extra credit to keep playing basketball.” Mr. Clark dismisses him, earning a low whistle from the boy who holds his hands up in surrender, Nike covered feet coming down your row.

No, no, no, NO.

You still don’t look up, rereading the same question over and over again because no matter how many times you try, you’re too distracted by the cedar and clove that invades your senses kicking them into overdrive. The whites of his sneakers catch in your peripherals when he does the unimaginable and sits next to you.

Staring at the equation with the kind of concentration that’ll be sure to give you a migraine later, it takes him a good thirty seconds before he temporarily gives up trying to get your attention to grab something that gives the illusion of studying out of his backpack. 

Trying to play it cool, your stomach twists in nervous knots worse than the ones you get when Robin forces you on the janky rides at the summer fair every year. Sure, you’ve been hit on by a guy here and there, but no one can prepare you for what it’s like to catch Steve Harrington’s attention—especially for someone in your Hawkins hierarchy who would never be on the receiving end of it.

He flips through the pages of his textbook loudly, earning his first warning glare from Mr. Clark, and you decide to write your name on the top of the page so at least it looks like you’re doing something. After a couple bounces of your knee, you can feel the heat of his gaze back on you.

”Psst, hey.” 

The last letter of your name comes out illegible, and you jump at the hushed sound of his voice. Taking a deep breath, you work up the courage to meet his flirtatious smirk and golden brown eyes. The sun leaking through the windows gives you a glimpse of the green that hides inside them from this close. You hate to admit that he’s just as pretty as everyone says he is.

”Hi,” you smile a little shy, offering a small wave of your pen and it lights up his whole face, making your body buzz.

”You have a highlighter I can use or something?” He keeps up his ruse, the whites of his teeth showing in a grin.

You arch an eyebrow at him, something sarcastic reminiscent of Mr. Clark flashing behind your eyes. 

“What? You don’t think I’m actually going to study?” He acts shocked, slapping his giant hand across his chest and it earns the kind of giggle from you that pushes him full steam ahead.

”It’s blue, is that okay?” Giving into the bait, you try and hide the way your face warms, ducking down to dig in the bottom of your backpack.

”Are you kidding? I love blue. Favorite color actually.” Laying it on thick, you can see the way he scoots to the edge of his seat, the spice of his cologne making you bite at your bottom lip as your fingers wrap around what you’re looking for.

Sitting up in your seat, you aren’t expecting him to be so close and it threatens to steal the air right out of your lungs.

”H-here,” you manage, holding the blue writing utensil in the small space that's left between you.

Steve's eyes roam your face freely, pink tongue coming out to wet his full bottom lip before they settle back on your gaze, lids a little heavy, voice low and somehow sticky sweet.

”Thanks, honey.” He leans forward more, purposely brushing his fingers with yours when he takes it out of your grasp, “but now, I’m afraid the only way you’re gonna get it back is to let me drive you home after this.”

“I’ve got plenty, you can keep that one,” you try to stay strong, but when that second giggle slips out, you seal your fate.

”I can’t do that, this is your favorite one.” He tisks like it’s the craziest thing he’s ever heard, with a crooked grin that makes you bite the inside of your cheek.

”Is it?”

”Absolutely.”

“Are you two done? Or should we schedule a second date for next week?” Mr. Clark interrupts.

”That would actually be date number three. We’re going on two after this is over.” Steve smirks, throwing you a wink ignoring the harsh way you whisper of his name. 

Yeah… you were fucked.

“I’ve got a date tonight!” 

Robin sings excitedly, bursting through the front door in a wild ball of energy, successfully waking you up from your nap on the couch. Blinking slowly, as you start to recognize your surroundings, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you force yourself to sit up, wincing at your stiff neck and the fact that you dreamed about Steve Harrington again. 

“A date with who?” You grumble, still a little grouchy, yawning with a stretch that pops in your back.

”This girl that I met at the record store this morning, we talked about Tracy Chapman and Tori Amos for what felt like hours. She’s just, wow, she’s so cool. Almost too cool for me, you know? She’s a senior in college-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.” Cutting her off before she can ramble any longer, you wave your hands for her to stop: “First of all, no one is too cool for you, okay? If anything, it’s always going to be the other way around.”

“Yeah, okay, Steve.”

It takes a minute for her words to sink in about the man you haven’t seen in almost a week and a half, but when they do, the glare that settles on your face makes her laugh. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” You deadpan with a tight-lipped smirk, before clearing your throat, “Well where are you guys going? Do you want me to go undercover in case you need saving? I’m fully prepared for a stakeout.”

Robin rolls her eyes, but her smile, which spreads wide enough to see all her teeth, gives away her love for your dramatics. 

“No, I don’t need you to go undercover or anything. I mean, it is going to be nice knowing you’ll be here waiting for me to tell you all about it instead of having to call you and hope the city girl answers.” She teases, earning the scoff from you that she was looking for.

“I’m choosing to ignore that, and if at any point you change your mind, you know your own number.”

Earning a genuine laugh from Robin always makes your soul feel lighter, so when your joke lands and you get one, the heaviness of Steve that’s been weighing down on your shoulders eases up just a little bit.

”I’ve just never been approached in public before like that, you know? It’s not just the other girl you know is gay on campus. I don’t know, it feels good.” Your best friend’s confession makes you want to wrap her up in a hug, keeping the urge to remind her of your offer to move to the city with you to yourself for right now, letting her bask in the moment.

”Well, you're hot. Can you blame her? If you weren’t basically like a sister to me, I’d be all over it.” Wiggling your eyebrows, she flips you off, but you still catch the tinge of pink that paints her cheeks rosy.

”Please, Steve would have my head on a stake.” She snorts, purposely trying to get under your skin now.

”Robin.”

”What? I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel in his eye when I mentioned your little ‘adventure’ last week” She giggles, heading towards her bedroom.

If only she knew just how much those words were true. Your thighs meet like in the memory you can’t stop playing on a loop, palms turning sweaty, remembering the velvet of his lips so close to your neck.

”Wait! Did you ask that on purpose?!” You gasp, jumping to your feet to follow her.

”Maybe.”

”Maybe?!”

”You know what I do need help with?” She ignores you, spinning on her heel to meet your narrowed eyes.

”What?”

”Help me pick any outfit?” Pushing out her bottom lip, she gives you the kind of puppy dog eyes that no one in their right mind could say no to.

Sighing heavily, your feet drag on the carpet before flopping yourself onto her bed huffing out a “Fine” as the box springs squeak.

The rest of the day is spent going through what feels like every outfit in Robin’s possession, even getting desperate enough to try on some of your clothes despite your clashing styles. Settling on a pair of boot cut jeans, a black half crop top with a flannel shirt that you’re pretty sure she stole from Steve and the Dr. Martin’s you got her for her birthday last year, she was ready to break hearts. Blue eyes roll in the back of her head when you make her say ‘I’m the prize’ until you feel like she halfway believes it before handing over her I.D. that you’d found stuffed between the cushions of the couch in a frenzied panic to search for it only ten minutes prior.

The sun starts to set on Robin’s small apartment after she finally heads out the door, and the shadows that bounce off the white walls bring back the thoughts of Steve you’d successfully gotten rid of for a few fleeting hours. 

Huffing to yourself with crossed arms, you watch the flat bag of popcorn spin around in the microwave. You can still hear the beginning Moonstruck playing on the TV in the living room, over the loud hum of the machine. Comfortable in an oversized shirt that lands just at the bottoms of your cotton sleep shorts, goosebump dot across your legs from the cool of the A/C. Your skin still tingles everywhere he touched and the week of radio silence feels worse the second time around. 

The shrill sound of Robin’s phone and the first kernel of popcorn exploding in the bag overpower your ears all at once, making you jump. Mumbling cuss words under the now constant sound of popping, you try to calm your heart rate down, wandering to the living room. Your hand hovers over the phone, the realization about who might be on the other line making your stomach drop. He hadn’t called Robin yet. There’s a moment of hesitation, but you take a deep breath, letting the air expand in your lungs, silently counting to three before you grab the phone off its hook.

”Buckley residen-“

”I need you to come get me, I- I’ve made a huge mistake and I’m just so fuck - “ Robin cuts you off, the rasp in her voice cracking like she’s trying not to cry, “I’m just really embarrassed, please come get me.”

“What happened? Where are you? I’m coming, just - just tell me where you are.” Running to her bedroom to grab your sneakers with the phone pressed to your ear, you can hear her sniffle.

”Benningans, it’s the next town over. I’ll be outside -“

”Are you safe?” You panic, slipping your foot into your shoe as quickly as you can.

”I’m safe, I’m just, I’m embar- I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m safe, I’ll be outside.” She mutters.

”I’ll get there as fast as I can, okay?” Feeling a little helpless, you try to ease the hurt that’s evident in her tone with soft reassurance. 

”I’m just, I’m really glad you're here. I’ll see you soon.” She manages to get out before the line clicks dead.

Slipping your second shoe on, the realization that you don’t actually have a car to save her with, hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Stomping back to the living room, your eyes find the mustard yellow address book next to the phone’s dock. Your fingers fumble through its pages, eyes squinting as you try to read Robin’s messy writing, searching for a familiar name. You find two:

Eddie and Steve.

You stare at the page, your moral compass going haywire. Despite the way he’s rented a space in your mind, the thought of seeing him alone again makes your stomach twist. Eddie would be simple. Eddie would be easy. Your thumb hovers over the first number in the one she has scribbled down for him, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t bring yourself to press it. She needs Steve.

You groan loudly, stomping your foot for good measure, before letting out a long breath through your nose, dialing his number that you knew you should have all along. 

It only rings twice.

“Whatever it is, the answer is no,” Steve deadpans.

”Is that really how you answer your phone?” You scoff, doing your best to ignore the butterflies you’ve managed to stifle as they start to come alive at the sound of his voice.

“I thought this was - shit, I thought this was Henderson - erm I mean Dustin, you remember Dustin?” He stammers and you know that hand of his is running through his hair right now.

“Yeah, the middle schooler.”

“Well, he’s like nineteen now -“

“I didn’t call you to talk about Dustin, Steve,” You sigh heavily, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “Robin called me really upset from Bennigans, and I don’t have a car or any way to go get her-” 

“I’m on my way.” He cuts you off without any hesitation,“Be outside in five minutes for me?”

”My shoes are already on.”  

After a click, you’re left with the sound of the dial tone in your ear. You hang up the phone as warmth floods your body, easing some of your temporary worries. 

Steve Harrington is making it hard to hate him.

The short walk to Steve’s BMW from Robin’s front door feels like stepping through a time machine.

One that takes you back to late nights sneaking out your bedroom window, always being extra careful not to wake your parents up so you could go make out with your secret kind of boyfriend under the stars. Those were always your favorite nights with him. The nights he’d put away the king Steve armor, those nights he’d just be Steve. A boy who just wanted to make his father proud, thinking maybe he’d stay home more if he was.

You can feel the way his eyes roam your body, the heat of his stare lingering on your exposed legs, setting your skin on fire. Suddenly more than aware of your lack of pants, only part of you regrets not changing into some leggings, but you try not to think about that too hard right now.

He clears his throat when you open the passenger door, the smell of leather and the dark woody sweet scent of oil surrounding you as you slide into your seat. The spice of his cologne tickles your nose when you close yourself in, clicking your seatbelt in place before daring to meet his eyes. The golden brown inside them shimmers with something you’d missed in the orange glow of the street light and the nerves still feel the same way they did five years ago. The only thing that hasn’t changed.

”Thanks for doing this,” you offer with a weak smile.

When he realizes you’ve put your weapons down for the night, his face softens with a crooked grin, subtle pink dusting the apples of his cheeks.

”I meant it when I said I can’t say no to you,” he starts, selfishly letting his eyes roam the smooth lines of your face that are finally not twisted up into a glare before realizing his slip up, “and Robin, my best friend obviously.”

”Our best friend, Steve.” You tease trying to ignore the tension that crackles in the empty space between you even worse than before.

”Whatever you have to tell yourself,” he winks, forearm flexing as he puts the car in drive.

Scoffing a ‘whatever’ with a playful roll of your eyes, you let your muscles relax into the familiar seat. The Police’s Every Breath You Take spills through the speakers just loud enough to be heard over the low rumble of the engine, and you become hyper aware of his hand resting on the stick shift, the tips of his fingers just close enough to brush against your thigh every time you hit a bump. 

There’s a silence that falls between you once the street lights run out and his full focus shifts to the pitch black road ahead. The quiet is filled with what almost happened in his room, unspoken words that don’t dare to roll off of sober tongues. You wait until he’s too distracted looking for surprises that might run out from the woods on either side of you to let your eyes wander over and really take him in.

A white drawstring hangs low on his heather gray sweatpants that fit tight over his thighs spread wide. Your throat goes dry at the white tank top that hugs his broad chest, the gold chain that wraps around his neck getting lost in the thick patch of curls on display. You’re finally able to really make out more of his tattoo for the first time, thin, precise lines that look like feathers attached to a set of sparrow wings.

”Did she tell you what happened? I mean, is she safe?” He interrupts your greedy stare, eyes lighting up when he catches you, tucking it away for another time.

”Uhh, yeah,” you answer with a shake of your head, teeth biting down on your bottom lip with hot cheeks, “she’s safe, she kept saying she’s embarrassed but wouldn’t tell me why, just kept begging me to come get her.”

He just hums, lost deep in thought of all the things it could be, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens with worry. 

“We’re only ten minutes away, so it won’t be too much longer now.” 

He reassures you, but it feels like he needs it too, especially when his hand leaves the stick shift to run through his hair that looks more tousled than usual, making you wonder if he was lying in bed before this. A worried breath exhales through his nose, with a tight jaw, and you hate the way your stomach drops when both his hands find the steering wheel after he tugs on his roots a little bit. 

Nervous fingers play with the bottoms of your sleep shorts, trying your best not to stare while you keep your gaze out the passenger window. Stolen glances are followed by tight lipped smiles when you’d always find him staring back. Honey and chestnut make your stomach flutter, and you think maybe some things never change. 

It takes less than the ten minutes that Steve promised for the back roads to turn busy, and bright with the kind of lights a small town on a Saturday night has. A slouched frame sitting on the side of the road catches in his headlights, getting closer you see that Robin’s waves have lost all the bounce she left the house with, along with the rosy tint in her cheeks. The flashing Bennigans sign spins a block behind her, and the orange bulbs match the burning ember on the end of her cigarette that dangles from her full lips. 

“Shit, it’s bad if she’s smoking,” Steve mutters, turning on his hazards as he pulls up next to her, the wheels of his car coming to a stop. 

She hollows her cheeks out, taking one last drag, waving at you to stop unbuckling your seat belt as she gets to her feet. Blowing the smoke from her lungs into the wind, she flicks the half smoked butt into the street before opening the back door, sliding into the leather seats with an exasperated huff.

“Just, don’t – I’m okay,” she starts, closing the door and shutting out the whir of the traffic outside. “Turns out her boyfriend’s best friend really likes Tracy Chapman and Tori Amos too. She really thought me and him might hit it off after our talk at the record store today. I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to go home with my two favorite people and feel sorry for myself.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Steve doesn’t miss a beat. Turning around in his seat, he flashes her his million-dollar Harrington smile. “I’m the king of feeling sorry for myself.”

Her lips twitch, but when she sees the natural roll of your eyes at the boy next to you, it turns into a full blown smile. A little shimmer came through in the dulled-out color of her eyes.

Got me up all night

            all I’m singing is love songs.

“Honestly, now that I’m thinking about it, this girl sounds like a scammer, Rob. I mean, come on.” Steve snorts, rifling through her cupboards in the kitchen. Tracy Chapman and Tori Amos, what kind of game was she playing at anyway?”

Robin giggles from her place next to you on the couch, her head resting on your shoulder, the green apple of her shampoo still lingering on her curls that tickle your cheek. 

“Plenty of people like those artists, Steve.” She sighs, but you can still hear her smile, “It’s fine, I’ll just stay the lonely Hawkins lesbian for the rest of my life, no big deal.”

”Shut up!”

”Will you stop?!”

You and Steve chide her at the same time, hard eyes meeting from across the living room and softening. He doesn’t even try to stop the lopsided grin that pushes up your favorite cheek and you hope Robin doesn’t feel the way it makes your skin warm. 

“Whatever, I already warned you I’m going to be miserable. Gimmie a break, and you’re actually taking forever in there, by the way.” Whining, she sits up, sending a rush of fruit and leftover tobacco to your nose.

“Yeah, well, I can’t find your peanut butter,” he mutters, opening up the cabinet above the sink, the bottom of his tank top rising enough to see a sliver of sun kissed skin and a few more freckles. Why does it feel like there's always more?

”What are you even making anyway?” you ask, ignoring the way Robin’s head whips around. A smirk spreads wide across her face because you’re actually trying to make conversation with Steve.

“Just a little something that’s going to cure my best friend’s heartbreak,” he winks, the jar of JIF extra crunchy looking extra small in his grasp, twisting the cap off. “We came up with it together, actually.o biggie.”

Your gaze narrows, but he doesn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth twitch, something sparkling inside the dark gold in his eyes.

”Interesting, considering I ran to the store earlier to grab my best friend’s favorite ice cream, just in case.” You counter, something mischievous twisting up your lips. “You didn’t even think to stop and get it on our way home. Some friend.”

Robin’s smile lights up the room, very obviously enjoying the show, maybe even a little too much. Clapping her hands together, she lets out a content sigh before leaning back into the couch cushions.

”I really could get used to this,” she beams, “maybe we should have a contest, see which one of you can do the nicest things for me.”

You can’t stop the snort or the roll of your eyes that has Steve throwing his head back in a fully-bellied laugh, giving you the perfect view of his neck, and only Robin clocks the way your giggles are cut short and the secret way your eyes glaze over.

”I’m not gonna lie as much as I love crunchy peanut butter banana s’mores, I have to say Steve, the fact that she actually called you makes her the winner for the night.” She smirks, chuckling harder when you shove her with a hushed ‘Robin!’

His smile doesn’t fade as he starts to cut banana slices. Big eyes meet yours with the kind of look that threatens to melt you into the couch.

”That’s alright, I’ll be a gracious loser tonight, but just know, honey, I’m very competitive.” He warns, long fingers spreading the fruit evenly throughout the peanut butter that messily coats graham crackers.  

“I don’t like to lose, so it’s fine.” Your quick reply deepens the smile lines in his cheeks, putting the finishing touches on your snacks.

“Yeah, this is definitely the life I was meant to live,” Robin gloats, nudging you, “I’m the prize, right?”

It’s your turn to throw your head back in the kind of laugh that rattles in your rib cage, too distracted to see the lovesick way Steve bites his bottom lip watching you from across the room.

But Robin does.

With a heart so full it might burst, tears threaten to spill from the ocean in her eyes, daydreaming about moments like this, only ever thinking they would be something that stayed trapped in the confines of her mind. The warming feeling of happiness wraps around Robin like a blanket when she gets to sit between you both on the couch. A distant friend she hasn’t seen in a long time, a secret she’s kept mostly to herself. 

With a messy plate of half eaten treats and sticky fingers, she’s content watching Cher and Nicholas Cage fight over how much they love each other. Fully knowing that Steve is sneaking looks at you from over her head, smiling to herself at the nervous way you fiddle with your hands in your lap because of it.

Robin doesn’t fight the exhaustion that starts to make her eyelids heavy just a little halfway through the movie. It’s easy to give in when your body weight relaxes deeper into her side, and how Steve drapes his arm over the back of the couch, tucking you both into his chest with evening breaths.

You’re warm, cozier than normal, and it surrounds every part of you.

Cheek pressed against something that’s not firm enough to be the couch, you nuzzle yourself deeper, chasing the heat and the sleep that’s threatening to evade you. Your cushion starts to move, making eyes shift behind lids that aren’t ready to open yet. Lashes flutter, feeling the way your leg is slotted between someone else’s, and the warmth of a palm finds the small of your back, pulling you closer.

A deep sigh rumbles in your ear before fingertips lazily trace up and down the dip of your spine. Stubble tickles your forehead, and as coherency starts to come back to you, a softer patch of hair rubs against your cheek. The kind of spice and lingering sunshine that could only come from one person hits your senses, and the white cotton of Steve’s tank top finally becomes visible. 

The shift in your breathing brings his soft touches to a halt, the muscles you’re pressed on your side against stiffening. Realizing your hands are sprawled across his chest, just under your chin, you can feel the way his heart races under your palm. He’s everywhere, and despite the way you’ve told yourself you hate him, your fingers curl into the cotton of his shirt because it feels like home. Toes pressing into his calf, you wind your leg around his tighter, and it turns timid fingertips sure of themselves, tracing patterns between your shoulder blades. You don’t dare look up at him yet, or it would make the way your own hand starts to explore his abs that twitch under your red nails real. 

He feels different than you remember, there's more of him now, harder in spots that used to be soft. Your fingers get greedy, the blunt ends of your nails scratching along the outline of his happy trail, earning a low groan from him that vibrates deep in your core. Those butterflies that have made a permanent home out of you start to stretch their wings, and when they feel the soft velvet of his lips against your forehead, they tickle at your ribcage and kick up your heart rate. You wonder if he can feel it.

It’s the faintest kiss, one that you’re not sure you would’ve even felt if you were asleep, but it makes you lean in closer. Inhaling deeply, tears sting at the corner of your eyes when the familiar scent only makes you crave him more. After years spent denying the existence of his touch from your memory, it’s almost overwhelming to feel it again. 

The muscles in his arm underneath your neck twitch, and the fingers that have been drawing lazy circles on your back move slowly up your shoulder. The backs of them run down your arm before they finally connect with your skin, goosebumps exploding underneath his touch in a ball of electricity that you can feel on the pads of them that start a new path up the loose sleeve of your shirt.

You fiddle with the bottom hem of his tank top, the heat of his body radiating against already flushed skin. Brave fingers dare to dip underneath only to get stopped by a large palm wrapping around your wrist 

“Baby,” there's a hint of a smile and a little bit of grogginess in his voice that gives away that he hasn’t been awake that much longer than you, “I think you should at least look at me before I let you get under my shirt.”

Biting at your bottom lip, you push yourself deeper into his chest, embarrassed, feeling the gentle shake of his body when he laughs. 

“Come on pretty, let me see your face.”

His affection makes your heart swell, and you know what it means if you look him in the eyes. Your nails dig into the cotton, tugging at the fabric a little while you pull yourself together, lashes fluttering against your cheeks, shaking the rest of the sleep. Lifting your head up from its hiding place, you cross the line you promised yourself you wouldn’t, but when you meet the green that shimmers in the darkness of his eyes, and the crooked grin that twists up his full pink lips, it feels good to give in.

Releasing the hold on your wrist, he’s gentle, almost hesitant, when his warm palm cups your cheek. The rough pad of his thumb traces the line of your cheekbone feather light, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. No more armor, fleeting glances, or stolen looks, not when he’s this close and even more handsome in the glow of the moonlight. 

“Beautiful.” He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, and your legs somehow wrap around his tighter.

”Yeah?” you whisper, your fingers coming up to the play with the gold chain dangling from his neck. “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”

”What?”

”Last week,” 

”That wasn’t the right time,” he sighs, eyes tracing every line of your face like he’s committing it to memory, “It would have ruined it.”

“Ruined what?” You press, twisting the metal between your fingertips, heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“My chance at trying to do this the right way, the way you deserve.” He doesn’t hesitate to say it, like it’s something he’s thought about for years, and it makes your head spin.

“What about now?” 

“That depends,” he hums, the pad of his thumb dragging across the slight pout of your bottom lip, threatening to steal the air from your lungs.

”On?” Your voice comes out just above a whisper. Tilting your chin up, you can still smell the peanut butter on his breath.

”If you want me to.”  He breathes, the tip of his nose running along the length of yours. 

Your hold on his gold chain tightens, pulling him even closer. His eyebrows pinch together when he feels the slightest brush of your lips against his, and he can still taste the sweetness of the banana.

”Please tell me you want me to.” 

The desperation in his voice is enough for you to tug him down, closing what’s left of the small gap, your top lip catching against his full bottom one. Just enough to feel the familiar silk that could leave a wildfire in their wake before you finally speak.

“Kiss me, Steve.”

A groan rattles deep in his chest, and he doesn’t hesitate to do what he’s wanted to since he saw you. Applying just enough pressure to wake up every last butterfly, the tip of his nose pushes into your cheek when he slots his lips with yours. It’s soft at first like he’s testing the waters, taking it slow so he can savor it, just in case you never let him do it again.

He pulls away enough to look at you, chestnut eyes blown out wide, and you hate that you already miss his kiss. Giving into everything you’ve fought for so long, it’s your turn to capture his lips. It stuns him at first, but when you open your mouth, his body melts easily into yours, and that big hand of his moves from your cheek to hold the back of your neck. Tongue swiping boldly across your lower lip, he begs you to let him in.

Moans get hidden, muffled inside each other's mouths after you grant him access, your fingers tangle themselves inside the thick forest of his hair that’s still just as soft as you remember. Nipping at his bottom lip, the grip on the back of your neck tightens and you can feel the way he kicks up in his sweats because of it. Your own thighs threatening close when you’re reminded of what’s between his legs.

“Baby,” he warns in between kisses, feeling the roll of your hips, but you don’t miss the subtle way he tries to meet them with his own.

It’s too easy to get lost in him, and the years it took to move past him make even more sense when your tongue finds his again. Fighting for dominance, you try not to think about the irreversible damage tonight might do to you as you tug at his roots, teeth scraping together, the kiss turns more heated by the second. Years of anger and longing come out in desperate touches. His hand finds its way to your hip, the pads of his fingers brushing against the skin under your shirt, sending a shiver up your spine, letting you roll them one, two, three times before tightening his hold.

He pulls you closer, letting you win before his nose nudges against your cheek, his lips finding the corner of your mouth. Catching his breath, he trails them along your jaw before making his way down your neck. Your chest heaves, fingers turning soft and slowly running through his hair. He hums against your skin, his hand staying under your shirt, the warmth of his palm covering the small of your back, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

”Let me take you on a date,” he whispers, leaving one more under his jaw before pulling back to look at you.

”Steve -“

”Just one,” he begs, bumping his nose with yours, smirking when it makes you smile.

”Let me sleep on it,” you sigh, ducking your head under his chin to hide. Too many thoughts trying to occupy space in your mind with a head still dizzy from his lips.

”I’ll take what I can get,” he laughs, the tips of his fingers starting up the familiar patterns that started all of this, quickly make your eyelids heavy, nuzzling deeper into his chest. You weren’t ready to think about tomorrow yet.

🌻 chapter four

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙clues | MV1˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: fluff af

summary: in which you and your boyfriend lay out clues for your fans to connect the dots of your new relationship

a/n: super cute req not a maisie fan myself but saw the soft launch pics nd immediately thought i need to make a fanfic of this 😝 ended up choosing max coz i feel like i've done slightly similar plots with oscar & lando before, i barely write for max !

request!!!: Hiii, I’ve never requested before so slightly nervous but I have idea lol. Idk if you know who Maisie peters is (amazing singer btw if you don’t know her go look her up!) but she recently just high key hard launched but covers the face of her bf, maybe you could do something like this for like max, Lando or Oscar 🤷‍♀️ I have been literally day dreaming about it and maybe like everyone’s trying to figure out who it is and with every picture that’s posted there’s clues idk!! Completely up to you! Anyway love your work 🫶🫶🫶

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[cupidzgf]

CHRISTMAS MORNING | SATORU GOJO

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: satoru wakes you up on christmas morning to open presents. its 7 am and you want to sleep.

cw: mentions of sexual activity, non sorcerer au, rich!gojo, no pronouns, no smut, fluff, all of it is fluff. w/c: 1.8k a/n: my first post in a long time. ahh kinda nervous I hope you like it! merry christmas eve!

christmas was an occasion that satoru always went above and beyond to make special.

whether it was for his sake or yours, he made sure there was no way to get out of decorating his place, baking cookies, or matching christmas pajamas. not that you mind. you savored the time away from work to bask in each other's presence uninterrupted and entirely devoted to the holiday, but what perhaps made it even more so was the slow wake of your lover beside you.

his hands, warm from where they were pressed against your midsection during slumber, trace the curve of your spine. his fingers dip between the knobs of your vertebrae gently as if trying to rouse you as well. it works because your mind slips from your unconscious state into consciousness with the kisses he presses at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. sensing the shift in your stirring frame, his kisses grow in numbers as they rise up the column of your throat, lips brushing and pressing with varying pressure on previous faded marks.

you lay on your side, facing away from him, and satoru practically climbs on top of you just as your eyes flutter open to get your attention to fall solely on him.

in the blink of an eye, you're met with an infinite void of vivid, azure irises peering at you with an expression you can only describe as childlike.

"it's christmas." a dimpled grin beams from his too-wide smile, devouring your lips in one fell swoop before you can protest. satoru vibrates with excitement, and he pours every ounce into the kiss, holding your face with a giddy glee. "merry christmas."

a sleepy grin of your own curls at your lips as you try to regain your breath from the overwhelmingly passionate kiss you just received before speaking softly in an admiration-filled voice. "merry christmas, toru."

you lay there, admiring your boyfriend, as he practically jumps off the bed and pulls your arm. "c'mon, we have to open presents! pleaseeee," he whines impatiently, tugging at your hand like a small child. you groan, still exhausted from the long night at suguru's house, and attempt to roll over.

suguru's christmas eve party the night before had left both of you exhausted, though the way satoru acts, you would never have guessed. your friend was never one to skimp out on these rare get-togethers with your friend group, formed from years enrolled at the same college. the holiday atmosphere and the rich decor lulled you into christmas cheer, which always made for great nights of booze, food, and rekindling. dripping in wealth satoru insists on buying for you, the two of you made it back in the early hours of the morning, drunk and worn out from socializing.

this, however, did not stop satoru from fucking you into the bed like he had been deprived of your touch (he had clung to you the entire night), where you both passed out after a single round.

now you're paying the price for the long night as his eyes widen comically when you avoid him. he rushes to stop you by throwing himself over you and, despite your protesting, makes you face him.

"nah, uh, where do you think you're going? it's christmas! we have presents from santa–"

"--he's not real, baby. let me sleep a couple more minutes." you chime back, and his expression drops with a huff.

"you don't know that! and we only will when we look under the tree," he states jokingly, refocusing his abundance of energy on getting you up.

you scoff, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "yeah, like you would be on the nice list."

satoru gasps, loud and dramatic, falling to his knees in front of your bed with a cry.

"how could you say such a thing? i'm the kindest, nicest person you know!" he exclaims, a hand hovering over his heart to further the theatrics, and you can't help but roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"you weren't very nice last night."

his eyes shift, darkening by a shadow passing over his irises as they gain a mischievous gleam. satoru leans over you despite kneeling on the floor. "oh yeah? well, you didn't seem to mind when i fucked your pretty pussy so hard she was crying and screaming my name–"

"ok, time to get up!" you interrupt, mortified by the vivid personification he used to describe last night, your cheeks set aflame by his teasing. you hide from his cocky chuckle and self-satisfied smirk, embarrassment churning in your gut as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"that's what i thought, sweetheart." cocky bastard.

you rummage the floor for a shirt, the blanket covering your lower half as you throw his santa hat off the first one you can find, which coincidentally is his.

satoru whines sadly when his shirt covers your bare breasts, a frown pulling his lips down as your once naked body, decorated in hickeys, is covered. "what's the point of my hard work if you're just going to cover it?" he gestures to the bruises, pouting with the familiar solum look he uses when he wants something.

"i'm not going out there naked, toru." slipping on slippers, you stand, craning your neck to look him in the eye. your exasperation does not go unnoticed by the white-haired male.

"there's no reason you can't," he suggests, tugging you in front of him and letting his hands settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "it could be like a christmas present…to me!"

you raise an eyebrow. "i thought you wanted to open gifts?"

his face brightens as he remembers his original goal, his one-track mind making his hand tug you to the door without a second thought and newfound eagerness.

your living room is the same as you left it last night, with your cocktail dress strewn across the back of the sofa and satoru's shoes scattered across the hardwood, but what's different is the snow swirling in slow flakes outside the massive windows. it lands on the window sill, and the rest slowly descends to the world outside satoru gojo's penthouse. the bleak grey does nothing to discourage the sight of the luminescent christmas tree taking up your living room and glittering with a rainbow of lights against the grey sky in the ray of morning light.

a christmas morning crafted from a hallmark movie.

an array of presents ranging in various sizes and shapes overflows from under the tree you decorated weeks ago, and before you know it, you throw yourself into your lover's arms. a teasing remark sits at the tip of his tongue, maybe to poke fun at your elation, but he hesitates, fingers twitching at his side. in a moment so delicate it could be shattered like glass, he frames every second of the scene into memory, holding the warm and achy feeling in his chest close.

arms circle your body pressed tightly into satoru's, butterflies erupting from your stomach when you glance upwards and find him already staring.

"thank you," you muster every ounce of sincerity into your voice, swallowing the lump forming in your throat when he returns your gentle smile with his own.

"don't thank me yet. you haven't even seen what i got you!" effortlessly, he turns your attention away from the raw and achy emotions being pulled to the surface and onto you, where your eyes sparkle with eagerness.

the both of you find a seat on the floor and begin the seemingly endless presents and discarded wrapping paper; the laughter and joy that can only come from christmas morning echo off the walls you call home. and when the gifts are opened, and the faint tune of falling snow is all that's left, you are sure it can't get any better.

even as satoru nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his lips parting to whisper the words on your skin that have never been uttered in a moment of complete clarity. "i love you."

it somehow becomes perfect.

bonus:

staring at your mountain of gifts, ranging from designer to everything under the sun you mentioned wanting during the year, piles around you, and the thrill of being spoiled by your filthy rich boyfriend quickly wears off into guilt.

was his presents thoughtful? yes. overwhelming? also yes. especially since neither the price nor the quantity of gifts you'd given him come close to what you have. so the shame of being spoiled and unable to provide the same, in turn, quiets you into an insecure ball of nerves.

"do you like it?" your heavy gaze lifts to find him, and he squirms where he sits, uncharacteristically nervous. he waits for your reaction with uncertain eyes, wringing his hands together to calm his apprehension. "i tried to get everything you wanted, but i know how you feel when i overdo things…"

"satoru," you breathe, looking over the gifts once more. the following words come in a gentle coo he's come to recognize are used to let him down easily. "i do love everything, but it is a lot. you didn't have to spend so much."

frowning, your gaze flickers to him, and his eyes dip, avoiding yours. "ah, okay. i didn't mean to upset you," he murmurs in a quiet, saddened voice, and you quickly shake your head, realizing he took it the wrong way. shuffling on your knees to where he sits, you fall into his chest. solid and well-defined arms circle your body without a word, and you hear the distinct sound of his breath hitching at the contact.

"never. you're too good to me and treat me so well, baby, but you don't have to spend all your money on me."

"trust me, i didn't," he teases, attempting to regain the lighthearted atmosphere, before adding in a more hopeful tone, "but i'm glad you like your gifts."

"oh yes, the lingerie set was especially thoughtful," you joke, and he cracks a smile at that. only your expression falls a moment later when you clear your throat. "i just hope what i got is okay. i know you've been asking for a new watch and those glasses, but it's hard to find gifts for someone who has everything. i'm sorry i didn't get you more."

the sad murmur and downcast expression made satoru's heart crack, remorse twisting his stomach into knots. "no, no, no baby, i love what you got me. i couldn't be happier with all of your thoughtful gifts." he kisses the top of your head, resting his head on yours for a quiet moment of admittance that makes you fall in love with him all over again. "but everything i want is right here with you, sweet thing."

#merry christmas #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satorugojo

[gtgbabie0]

HI LOVELY I'm so happy so see ur requests are open again ♡♡♡ ur writing style always inspires me and I get so happy seeing you post </3

I'm hoping you haven't alr written about this- but I've been obsessing over motorcycles and seeing how Leon has one in Vendetta and the newest movie is literally so cool to me- I've been thinking about Leon going on a ride with reader for the first time and they've never been on a motorcycle before so he's constantly checking up on you and once you get to a nice location or home ur excitedly telling him how much fun it was </3

Tysm for answering my silly requests 😭 and have a good morning/evening ♡♡♡

-Leon Kennedy x reader

{Leon picks you up from work on his motorcycle}

Ahh!! hiya, my love! 💕 This is so very cute! Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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You’ve been having trouble with your car for the longest time now. You guessed it was only a matter of days before the poor thing ultimately gave up, and unfortunately, it chose today of all days, after you had finished work to be more specific.

You tried a total of four times to start the engine before finally giving up, huffing out of frustration as you pull your phone out from your pocket, calling your boyfriend, smiling immediately when you hear his voice from the other side.

“Hey angel, good day at work?” He asks, his voice is a little raspy but still as gentle as ever.

“Yeah, got a small problem though” you sigh, and Leon already knows exactly what’s happened, he’s been telling you for months that your car won’t last much longer.

He chuckles, running a hand through his hair before switching the phone to the other ear. “The car gave up, huh?” He smiles at the groan that leaves your lips.

“Guess you’ll have to walk home babe” he teases, and you can tell for a fact he’s got that stupidly handsome Kennedy smirk plastered on his face. Before you can even reply with some comeback he’s already speaking.

“M’joking, I’ll pick you up, baby. I’ll be there in five okay?” He says, and you can hear from the other side as he rushes to get ready.

“Alright, just don’t take too long. I’ll freeze to death” you chuckle, as he says something along the lines of you being 'dramatic'. You both say your last goodbyes, sharing an ‘I love you’ before hanging up.

It doesn’t take long before you can hear the rumbling of his motorcycle as he pulls into the car park. You make your way over to him as he takes off his helmet, racking his fingers through his hair.

“Hey pretty thing,” he winks at you with a loving smile, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. The smell of his cologne drives you to push your face into his neck.

His hands soothe against your lower back, “Ready for a ride?” he asks, frowning softly when you tense under his arms.

You trusted Leon with your life, you knew he wouldn’t ever put you in any sort of danger but you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous about it. He can tell you didn’t even have to say anything.

“Mhm, just a little nervous,” you tell him, eyeing the motorcycle with caution as Leon pulls back, his hands resting against your hips.

“Hey, look at me” he whispers, hand cupping your jaw ever so gently, thumb caressing your cheek as his eyes catch yours. “You’ll be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you” he promises and there’s something in his tone that makes you trust him completely.

You nod as he takes your hand and the nerves that once filled your chest ebb away, replaced by tingles of excitement. He sits down on the motorcycle before your hands grasp onto his shoulders. You sit behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist.

He tells you to ‘hold on tight’ as he starts the engine. The motorcycle rumbles underneath you, the vibrations strong, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around him tighter.

Your heart feels as if it’s about to burst out of your chest as the sudden rush of adrenaline washes over you, the wind is much harsher and the feeling sends a chill down your spine. You finally build up the courage to open your eyes when you stop at a red light, looking at the passing cars. Smiling to yourself as Leon takes your hand in his, his thumb caressing your palm as he waits for the light to turn green.

The ride is over quicker than you expected, and before you know it Leon is pulling into your driveway, and you can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

You look over at your boyfriend with a bright gleam in your eyes and he can’t help but laugh at you, adoringly of course. “Baby you’re shaking” he notices taking your hands in his.

“I- that was amazing Leon, we should go for a late-night drive” You beam up at him as he holds your face in his hand, dropping a kiss to your nose and then another to your lips.

“Maybe another night baby, you’re freezing and it’s late” he says, his fingers slotting between yours as you both walk into the pleasantly warm house.

“Okay but promise we will?” You look over at him as he drops the keys into the bowl before flicking the light on.

He pulls you into him, hands against your waist, “Of course, now let's get you some dinner” he promises, excitement seeping into his tone. You lean up to kiss him before dragging him into the kitchen to make a start on dinner, you’ll worry about retrieving your dead car tomorrow.

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[carmenberzattosgf]

i'm so sorry to psychoanalyze and brain dump in ur inbox but i've been thinking about how carmy maybe falls into bdsm bc he's always been so out of control in his life being the youngest sibling and working in stressful kitchens and always being an underling. and like he craves boundaries and rules and control bc he lacks that in all other places of his life so his only way to relax is through consensual dominance with a partner and i don't have an end to this just wanted to share. also congrats on 100 followers!!!!

omg pls don’t apologize for brain dumping in my ask box-

I SOOOO agree with this. Like oh my god he would love the rules of it all. To have someone, you, truly listen to him? To his every instruction?

I think you would be the one to bring it up to him. He’s SO hesitant at first. Just the whole idea of it makes him nervous. But once you both have the first scene- he flips a switch.

The fact that you’ll let him use you however he wants just makes him go crazy. It seriously brings out the dominant in him. It also gives him so much confidence because Carmy knows only he can make you feel this way.

I also think that he would love experimenting on pleasure with pain. Being able to “let out” his anger on you through spanking is something he cannot get enough of. But! What he truly likes about it is that you get off on it too. The way you get so wet from his hands spanking you? Oh my god he’s a goner. He would tease you for it, too. “Look how wet you’re getting. All this just from some spankings? I haven’t even put my cock in you yet and you’re soaked.”

He also likes the trust aspect in BDSM. You trust him and he trusts you. Please don’t get me started on stuff like subspace- he fucking LOVES getting you to a place like that just because he knows how much trust it takes for that to even happen.

I think what he loves most about BDSM though is the aftercare! He is such a fucking sweetheart. He’ll draw you a warm bath, get you water, bring you a meal he cooks himself. If you can’t walk he’ll carry you. Oh and he’ll just adore your face with kisses, telling you how much he loves you and thanking you for trusting him so deeply

Anon I can assure you more stuff involving dom carmy is on the horizon for my blog. There’s literally already a spanking and overstim post in my drafts. It’s one of my favorite things to write about because the dynamic is just so- AHH. And like I’ve said I think Carmy would be such a good dom

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[tetsuskei]

notes: repost from my old blog, based on an old post and brief convo w rei @/sir-kuroo. divider by the great remi @/cafekitsune <3

warnings: office au, self indulgent, reader is a few years younger than kuroo

“do you come here often?”

kuroo tetsurou, a colleague, slides up next to you in the breakroom. his personality is suave and carries an air of sharpness, yet warmth and comfort. he’s always gone out of his way to make those around him feel welcome, and you’re no short of that. if you could think of a household name for your company, it would be his. many speak of him but rarely do many actually see him.

you wonder what’s made him grace yourself with his presence—coincidence, or fate?

he grins boyishly, rocking his feet as he looks at you with the most shining (and pretty) hazel eyes.

you blink slowly, processing his words.

“um…i work here. we’re coworkers.” you answer slowly, nodding to your work badge before resuming your activity of making your daily coffee. your heart starts to race at being watched and you try not to spill anything.

you don’t blame kuroo for not knowing exactly who you are. you work in the art department while he does promotion. you’re like two ships sailing past each other in the night. you’ve crossed paths a few times during brainstorming sessions and kickoffs for projects, but you never fully interacted before. at least not directly. only short pleasantries have ever been shared between each other.

the man’s face pales, smile faltering as you unintentionally dismiss his—quite sad—attempt at getting with you. he quickly regains confidence, though.

you hear him laugh softly before he shifts his weight to his opposite foot. “well just as i thought. i guess that means we work together, huh?”

kuroo watches your nose crinkle cutely as you frown and then laugh nervously, “kuroo-san, i don’t mean to say this with any disrespect, but if you’re still confused, i can contact HR for you.” maybe because you’re new he doesn’t know you’re a full time employee. did he think you were a temp? a freelancer?

and as crushed as kuroo currently is, his heart flutters at the way you say his name. he doesn’t know how, but your obliviousness is endearing and wholesome. he only wishes to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to make you see what he’s trying to say.

the reality is, he’s seen you around many times. only just now did he work up his own courage to start a full fledged conversation with you. you’re very cute. shy, he can tell. but that only makes him more intrigued and persistent in getting to know you. you remind him a lot of kenma, actually.

said best friend implied kuroo was being shy himself, but he’ll deny it to the grave. he’s too stubborn to take his advice on how to approach you.

and the result? an embarrassingly horrible joke he came up with due to word vomit. he didn’t expect to run into you, but by the grace of god, you’d been right where you are, and he did not want to miss this opportunity.

he rubs the back of his head. “ahh no. i don’t need that, but thanks. i appreciate it.” he says, ending his reply with your name.

your eyes widen in surprise. “you…know who i am?” you blink, tilting your head.

kuroo thinks he’s acquiring cute aggression.

he nods, “of course i do. i know the names of practically everyone here.”

“oh.” you say, deflating a little, hope dissolving from your heart. your fingers tap your mug in thought. “right. it was just that…it seemed like you didn’t know i worked here, so i was confused.”

he clears his throat, noticing your dejection, “no! i definitely do! sorry, i worded myself wrong earlier. i-it’s just that—never mind.” he runs a hand over his face, and you’re shocked to see how nervous he suddenly appears. he always seems so confident and sure of himself, you wonder what could be going on now.

“no worries or hard feelings.” you laugh, and his shoulder sag with relief. did you know your voice could be so calming?

the tall man exhales, releasing the rest of his nerves. “allow me to start over. hi, i’m kuroo tetsurou, i work in the promotion department.” he shakes your hand, “i’ve seen your work. it’s really impressive.”

you palm is clammy as you return the handshake and introduction, but the smell of his cologne makes you feel more at ease.

“it’s nice to formally meet you, kuroo-san. you work for the jva is nothing short of amazing.” you reply.

“oh,” he quickly becomes bashful, a humble smile on his face, “it was nothing, really.”

he changes the topic, “but enough about me. back to you. i’ve been meaning to tell you all of that for awhile, but never worked up the courage to. i really should have sooner, i appreciate all that you’ve done to make the jva as successful as it is.” he continues, smiling. he hopes and begs that you don’t see his cheeks turning red.

your expressions lifts again, and kuroo can’t help but notice the small dimple in your left cheek. “thank you! that’s very kind of you, kuroo-san! you didn’t have to thank me at all, i’m just doing my job.”

“that’s true, but you’re very talented. needed to at least acknowledge that.” he nods.

“i guess so! the last project did require a lot of late nights and hard work…” unbeknownst to yourself, you start to ramble about your process.

his perceptive nature looks over your features. he notes the way you hold yourself, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater–a pink one he’s always been able to identify you by. your eyes seem to travel when they hold contact with someone for too long. you purse your lips when you’re lost in thought. but when you’re comfortable, you use your hands to gesture, expressions surprisingly animated, which make you seem more animated than your usual reserved state.

noticing the way he stares at you, you quickly stop, feeling embarrassed.

“oh! i’m so sorry, i’ve been talking your ear off. you probably didn’t want to know all of that…i bet you’re busy anyways.” you say, bowing out of apology.

kuroo only shakes his head, “ah it’s not a problem at all! you’re truly mistaken! it’s nice listening to how you work. i don’t have a creative bone in my body, so it helps me to understand better. plus, you have a very nice voice.”

wide eyes blink up at him and another smile pops up on your face. you giggle, “thank you! you’re very kind!”

“no problem,” he steps back slightly, clearing his throat, “i know this is the first time we are really talking but…would you…like to get lunch sometime? to get to know each other better?”

you think about work and your connections. as a new employee this would be good for you, right? to build more healthy work relationships. the more people you can know, the better. especially across different departments.

a smile appears on your face and you nod. “why not? should we invite anyone else to join? i think—“

he laughs, shaking his head, “no sweetheart, just you and i.”

you’re stunned. “o-oh…”

“you can say no, i won’t be offended.” he assures.

panic resides in you and you frantically wave your hands. “it’s not that! i’d be more than happy to! i mean, i’ve been looking to get to know you better anyways!”

a hand flies to your mouth and your eyes widen once you realize what you just said.

“w-what i meant was…it’s better to get to know someone 1 on 1 anyways! yanno?” you correct, heart pounding out of your chest. you’re screwed. he’s going think you’re weird.

kuroo smirks, a small hum of appreciation escaping him as he nods, “right, of course. well, i’m glad to hear that. why don’t we exchange numbers ahead of time so we can talk details later?”

after typing each others numbers in, he notices you just entered your first name into his phone.

he softly says it out loud , and a weird, twisting feeling forms in your gut. a small part of you wishes he’d say it again.

“um…you can call me that if you want, but don’t feel pressured to.” you tell him. “i’m just not too big on formality.”

he shakes his head. “not a problem at all. it’s a very lovely name.”

“thanks, kuroo-san.” you beam.

“call me tetsurou. it’s only fair, right?” he winks, patting your shoulder. it shocks you how big his hand is, but you quickly peel your eyes away from it.

he steps back, pocketing his phone before looking at his watch. “well, i should be off now. but we’ll catch up later? i’d love to pick your brain about an upcoming idea.”

“s-sure!” you call, waving after him. “see you, tetsurou!”

he waves back, saying over his shoulder, “do me a favor, yeah?”

“what’s that?”

“remember it’s okay to be proud of your work. you worked hard, so own it.” he says, sending you a warm smile.

“right, i will!” you nod. your heart is full from his advice, and you cling onto his sentiment.

“‘tetsurou’, huh?” your coworker, kazuma, walks up besides you as soon as the rooster head is out of sight. “when did you start getting buddy buddy with the head to the promotion department?”

you raise a brow. “what do you mean? that’s the first time i’ve actually had a full conversation with him. i don’t know why i was so scared to! he’s a very nice guy!” you explain.

he laughs, nodding. “right, ‘nice guy’…”

you blink. “what? did he do something to someone?” you lean in, whispering, “did he like…beat someone up?”

kazuma rolls his eyes, sighing as he fixes his own coffee, “nothing of that sort. you’ll figure it out.”

before you can question him, he turns on his heel and leaves. you start after him, but he’s too fast for you so you give up.

“weird…” you mumble. you shrug before deciding as unfortunate as it is, you should get back to work.

throughout the entire duration of your walk back to your desk, you realize two things.

1, you left your coffee in the break room, and 2–

you notice that under the notes section of kuroo’s contact, he’s put, ‘prospective work husband’.

oh. shit.

that’s what it was.

kuroo was flirting with you the entire time.

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[superhoeva]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘: 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ½

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⬩ pairing(s) sexologist!francisco "frankie" morales x college student!female!reader

⬩ warning(s) male masturbation, bodily fluids, language, oral sex (mentioned, m recieving), frankie being obsessed with you ahh

⬩ author's note this is so late and i'm oh so sorry. life is insane but i've been thinking about frank all day and i figured i could at least get this next one done, even if it is just a filler. hope you all enjoy. pretty please remember to leave a comment if you feel like it <3

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He sees you everywhere. Whether his eyes are open or closed, you’re right there. So close, he can reach out and touch you.

And fuck, is it wrong. It’s so wrong the way he nearly jerked himself off in his office after escorting you up to one of the rooms to take a nap. The way he woke up from his sleep that night to damp sweatpants and a sweaty brow. The way he’s stroked himself sore in the shower nearly every morning since then.

You’re sweet. You’re so sweet, but also trouble. You flirted back with him when the both of you were smart enough to know that he shouldn’t have done it in the first place. And the question. He can tell it was completely genuine, and that’s what worries him. He hasn’t known you long, but he feels you’ll ask again. With those sleepy eyes and pretty post-orgasm rasp, and he isn’t sure he’ll be able to tell you no.

And now here he is, one hand pressed against the cold tile, the other wrapped tight around his dick that hasn’t stopped throbbing for most of the day. Today consisted of mostly meetings, meaning that his mind has had time to wander. Somehow, the vision he comes upon always has something to do with you. 

Legs spread apart on the couch, leaking out and staining the cushion. Or smiling at him, a nervous laugh leaving the lips he wishes to kiss so badly. Maybe even your eyes, staring up at him in a sparkle while your tongue coats his member in your spit.

His entire body jumps at that one. The water, starting to lose some of its heat, splashes on his shoulder and head, fat drops of water dripping from his nose down to the porcelain.

A moan slips out of his clenched lips, and Frankie has to clench his eyes in shame. His arm, cramping but he doesn’t care, keeps working. It strokes and squeezes the velvety skin of his dick, head shiny with a mixture of water and precum.

“Oh, fuck.”

This time, the man bites his lip at the sound that slips out. He pants roughly through his nose, lifting his head so he can imagine it’s you. The image made up in his mind this round is simple but effective. You’re standing behind him. Bare tits pressed up against him as you reach around, the soft skin of your palm causing his balls to clench into themselves every other stroke. You’re gentle but intentional about it, sometimes slowing to linger a little longer on the head which makes his chest jump with a gasp.

He feels your other hand wrapping around the front of his stomach, dragging your thumbs against it with a few loving rubs. You ghost your lips over the skin of his back, mumbling about how he’s doing so good for you.

God, he wants to be good for you. Just like you were for him, coming all pretty on his mouth and fingers.

“Oh, my God,” Francisco groans loudly and it echoes off the shower wall. He lets out something louder as his head spurts out a thick white. The muscles in his everywhere clench, a rich heat flaming the man right towards another orgasm. It’s even stronger than the last and has him nearly toppling over as it blissfully ricochets through his body.

Frankie babbles through breathless curses, squeezing out the last of his seed before settling his hands flat against the wall in front of him. The water’s still on, colder now. He twitches every now and then from the aftershocks with a shake of his head.

Scratch that. He’s absolutely certain he won’t be able to tell you no.

With that face, who could?

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#frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier smut #au: the study

[mwahsturns]

First choice // Matt Sturniolo Pt 1

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: cussing, fluff, flirting, talk of death, Semi-proof read! I think that’s it let me know if there’s more! Also if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes please ignore them 😭🙏🏻

Synopsis: Y/n works at a record store and one day while she’s working two very cute guys walk into the store but one especially catches her eye and later so happens they end up having more then just there music taste in common ;)

Word Count:1,890

Author’s notes: Hii bbys !! <3, So I’ve never written a fic before or posted on tumblr, So I’m sorry if this is bad I’m new at this please go easy on me😭🙏🏻. If you guys have any suggestions, tips or advice please message me I hope you enjoy my new series!!, this took me a very long time to come up with so I hope you love it💗.

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The sound of music always brought me peace, I work at a record shop because I love being around vinyls and just anything music related really. I also really enjoy reading It's always brought me a sense of comfort as well as writing and poetry. Honestly it makes me really happy, and ever since I was a kid I've always written songs and maybe sang a little bit but that’s a secret. I don't know what it is but I always feel like it helps me forget about everything that’s wrong in my life, my parents died when I was 16 so it’s always been just me and my two little brothers. I love them more than anything and I'd do anything for them. Today was just a regular day at work I was putting vinyls on the racks that they go on when two guys walk into the store, I look over and give them a soft smile.

‘hii welcome let me know if you need any help finding any artist or vinyl specifically’ they smile at me and nod as one of the boys catches my eye, I’m a very shy person so I decided not to say anything unless I needed to. After a couple minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and saw the guy who caught my eye standing in front of me. ‘hi um i wanted to ask you something’ he seemed very nervous but also very confident weird mix. ‘yes of course how can i help you’ I smiled softly at him hoping to make him more comfortable, ‘do you happen to have “circles” by Mac miller’ he says as he does a side smile. I smile at him as I think about how I also enjoy mac miller.

‘yea over here!’ i walk over and pull it off the rack, ‘this is one of my favorites’ i say chuckling, ‘i really like this one’ he says turning the vinyl around. ‘what other artists do you like?’ ‘i really like d4vd and um frank ocean oh! Omg Dominic Fike omg Tyler the creator?! is so amazing and oh my god i'm rambling im so sorry’ I blushed getting a little nervous, ‘nah you're good’ he smiles as I look up at him and smile softly. We stand there until the guy he came with comes up to him ‘woah you guys twins or am I dumb?’ ‘nahh triplets’ he says laughing ’oh cool” i say and start checking them out. ‘You're the first to not ask us a million and one questions about being triplets’ he chuckles, ‘yea nah y'all will tell me over time’ I smirk i say with my boston accent coming through a little.

‘oh so you plan on getting to know us’ he smirks a little ‘oh totally y’all look cool’ I laugh, ‘you're from boston?’ The other guy says noticing my backpack in the back with the Boston logo. ‘yes i am’ i laugh ‘us too!’ ‘What's your name?’ The guy who got my eye says ‘I’m y/n’ ‘cool im matt and hes chris’ ahh Matt hot guy hot name. ‘cool!’ I hand them the bag and me and Matt make eye contact, ‘have a good day’ ‘thanks you too’ matt says smiling at me. They walk out and i really hope i see them again.

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  I finally got to clock out of work It was so tiring and I needed to make sure my little brothers were ok. I get to my car and get settled in and connect my phone to the aux and play “Ivy” by Frank Ocean. I’m so glad to be going home I think as I started driving I decided that I was gonna pick up a pizza for my little brothers because I got paid today and I know how much they love pizza. We aren't broke completely but we definitely struggle sometimes recently things have been rough but I finally got a promotion so it's getting a little easier I got the pizza and started heading home I got home and when i opened the door and my brothers cody and alex run up to me and ‘sissyyyy we missed you’ alex says hugging me, ‘aww i miss you too bud’ ‘sissy you bought pizza!’ Cody says looking like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head. 

 

i walk over to alexa who’s been my best friend for years, she helps me with my brothers and just around the house ‘thank you so much lex’ i say hugging her ‘Of course love that's what best friends are for’ she says smiling softly ‘wanna spend the night and when i put them to bed we can talk?’ ‘yeah okay sure’ Alexa smiles at me while i feed the boys.

I start to give the boys a shower and as i’m showering cody he looks up at me with the biggest smile on his face. ‘sissy I wanna be just like you when i grow up.’ He says playing with the bubbles, ‘aww little c i love you a lot bub and i know one day you’ll be even better than me’ i say tearing up, cody has always been more clingy to me than Alex is but not as much, cody doesn’t like to leave my side and he is the sweetest kid ever. Him saying he wants to be like me does hurt a little because I've been through a lot of shit but the fact that I look strong in his eyes makes up for it all. I put them to bed and Me Alexa got some wine and took a seat on the couch.

‘So how was your day?’ She says sitting next to me. ‘it was good omg lex these two really cute brothers came into the shop and oh my god girl’ I say blushing thinking of Matt ‘speaking of cute brothers you know the guy i was talking to?’ ‘yes why?’ ‘this is him and his brother I’d think you like him’ she turns her phone and pulls out a picture.

‘hold up hold up let me see that?!’ i say taking the phone from her ‘omg thats the cute guys that came in today’ ‘Omg?! yeah i've been talking to chris for a minute now’ ‘matt’s pretty attractive just sayin’ I couldn’t help myself but blush i don’t know what’s wrong with me fuck Y/N get it together. ‘oooo y/n has a crush?’ ‘oh shut the fuck up’ ‘oh come on you haven’t had a boyfriend since your parents died’ she says starting to get serious, ‘i know but my brothers mean the world to me lex i need to make sure there ok i don’t have the time’ I would love to give Matt a chance but i don’t know.

‘your brothers would want you to be happy y/n/n’ she says rubbing my knee, ‘I know but it's not about me being happy i need to make sure there happy i have to be a mother figure to them they need me’ ‘i get that babes but you need to remember you lost them too your only 20 rasing two kids you need to be a kid too especially since you were forced to grow up so quick’ i look at her and nod I mean I understand where she’s coming from but my brothers are all I know. ‘i love you y/n i'm just looking out for you ima head to bed goodnight love’ ‘night babes’ as she walks off and goes to into the guest room i kinda sit there think about what she said and i mean she's right but i can’t risk something happening to my brothers.  I head upstairs and head to bed because i have another day of work but holy fuck thank god it's friday. 

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I woke up the next morning only because my alarm for work went off and i see it’s 9:44 so i know Alexa is getting my brothers ready for school I get out of the bed and i started to get ready for work. I finished getting ready for work when my younger brother Cody came into the room with tears in his eyes. ‘sis…’ he says in a sad tone I turned around quickly and scooped him into my arms ‘aww what's wrong love?’ i say concerned.

‘i don’t wanna go to school i wanna stay home with you can you please skip work..’ he says in a whiny tone, ‘Aww bub i wish i could help but you know the rules’ When i got custody of cody and alex the court gave me really strict rules to follow, i had to make sure they were always at school, they weren’t falling and that i kept a stable job and make enough money or else they would take them away. ‘I know but i hate being at school kids are mean to me and alex’ i look at him feeling bad but i don’t wanna risk losing them. ‘I’m sorry bub if i could keep you and alex with me 24/7 forever i would’ i say hugging him tightly.

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i got to work over an hour ago and to say its boring is an understatement. Just as i think that i hear the bell ring meaning someone walked into the store, i look up ready to greet them and i realize its matt. ‘Matt? Hey’ i say smiling. ‘Hey um i know this might be weird but i um.. Well so my brother chris the one that was with me last time uh i found out that the girl hes been talking to happens to be your best friend right?’ ‘yeah shes my best friend’ ‘well um she kinda encouraged me to come back..’ ‘what do you mean?’ ‘well i uh wanted to see if you were willing to go out with me… you don’t have to its o-‘ he starts to say but i cut him off. ‘Sure why not’ i say smiling i don’t know what happened but he was too sweet for me to say no to.

‘Wait really?’ ‘yea i mean i can’t deny you are pretty cute..’ ‘well thank you’ he laughs damn something about the way he laughs i dont know but it feels almost addicting to listen to. ‘Uh are you free saturday?’ ‘yeah i am’ i smile ‘sweet! Ill text you’ ‘okay bye matt’ ‘bye” he blushed a little bit as he left the shop. Shit who’s gonna watch cody and alex?!                                                                   

Author’s notes:heyyy I’m back! So I hope you enjoyed the first part of this series and I’m sorry if there was any typos, spelling mistakes, etc I’ll try to fix the ones I can if I miss anything please let me know but I hope you enjoy and have a great day 💋

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[blueysobssesions]

:Requested: ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Actor's Manager ˎˊ˗

- Ahh it's finally done !1! I didn't post that frequently because I'm being a good student... For now.

˗ˏˋ 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 ˎˊ˗

"Cut!" a shout was heard from the assistant director "Alright! That's all for today! Comeback on Monday!"

Leon stretched his arms groaning. He's tired and wants to sleep. He was having difficulty from the script because it wasn't that organized and some of the words he had to pronounce was hard. Sighing, he look around to find his manager which is you.

Seeing you talking to the Assistant Director "Yeah, I think we need to-" "Did...I did great?" hearing his voice you turned to your side. He was wearing a brown coat for his character which was kinda damn hot. "Y-yeah, you always do...A-anyways! I'll talk to you later Lacey" Lacey, your best friend which was the assistant director. She was the only one who knows about your relationship, for the past 7 years she still didn't ditch on the both of you. She nodded and giggled, walking away and went somewhere else. "Oh, Really? That's the 40th time you said that" he chuckled while fixing his messy hair. You always notice his mistakes but he'll always manages to make it right. He didn't even care when you keep telling him to back out because he wasn't capable at some scenes... That only makes him laugh, get ready to get mind-blowing because oh he'll do it. He doesn't care if explosions are included.

"Y/n! You got a message from one of the Talk shows!" the both of you heard Rebecca's voice. Last month, Leon got his first Oscar. Both of you got interviewed a lot on talk shows. Topics about the movie, life and other. "Well... I don't have any schedules today so... Might as well go!" you know how Leon gets quiet on talk shows and you do all the answers. He doesn't really mind going as long your going with him. "Yea, sure. I'm just hoping it won't take long"

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"Today's guest are none other than... Leon Kennedy and Y/n L/n!" the audience clapped with their hands and some of them screaming not that loud. Both of you walking towards the stage, waving at the audience. The both of your greeted the audience and the host. Sitting down at the couch next to where the host is. "Well if it isn't the iconic duo" the host laughed. 'Iconic duo', that nickname was made when some of your fans saw some pictures of you two hanging out every day and always seemed to be not separate able. "How you two doin'?" the host asked. You smiled "Oh were doing great! How about you?" you asked the host nicely. Leon isn't really a fan of getting interviewed, so expect him to be quiet. "I'm doing great too! Thank you for asking but... Is Leon alright there?" the host then focused on Leon who's seems to be staring of to space. You nudge his shoulder "oh- what- ... Ah... Sorry, I've been really hella tired from the making of the movie" the host then let out a frown "Oh... Really? Shoot, I didn't know you two were still on work... I'm really sorry if i bothe-" "No, no, no! It's okay! Were on a break anyways!" You apologized to him and then turned to Leon glaring at him but, he only let out a chuckle. "Oh... Is that so? Well, alright then! So, uhmm, let's start first with some questions from your fans" Oh god- this isn't good. Look, some of you fans have been asking really weird questions! "Alrighty, the first question is for... Leon!" You sighed in relief but also nervous about the question for Leon. Leon then turned his head towards the host waiting for the question "Leon, are You and Ada are in a relationship?" Suddenly the audience started to clap, scream and some of them getting flustered. Leon didn't really react about it. The audience didn't seem to notice the sad expression on your face. Your relationship between Leon has been in private for more than a year...

"Ada? Ada Wong? Pfft, no. She isn't my woman, you can see the both of us interacting in every scene of the movie but that doesn't mean we're dating. She hates me and I'm not her type" Leon wants to get this over with, he can see your face in a sad expression. Some of the audience frowned at his answer. You tried to laugh so it wouldn't be obvious that your saddened. You couldn't handle it anymore... You want your relationship to be public! But your sure there'll be something going bad to happen.

After the interview was done, finally the both of you can rest and have some alone time in your shared apartment. You sat on the couch with your head low. "Dinner should be done in... 6 minutes" Leon said, wiping his wet hands onto the handkerchief. He then saw you sitting ln the couch, your face in a sad expression "Hey? Everything okay?" walking towards you, he then sat besides you and put his hand on your shoulder "Hey, talk to me..." You turned your head to look at him. "We... We should stop this..." Your hands were shaking and your eyes almost filled with tears. Leon got confused on what your saying "w-what? What are you talking about?" " I m-mean... that we should end our relationship!" now tears were rolling down your cheek. Leon's eyes widen, confused "End it? W-why? Did I do something wrong? Tell me! and I'll fix it! I p-promise!" He begged. What were you saying? Why end it? Did he do something wrong? "Y/n... Please give me a reason?" He said, holding the both of your shaking hands in his. "I want our relationship to be known! I'm sick of everybody thinking that You and Ada are in a relationship which isn't true! But... Everyone can possibly hate me, them expecting that it should be Ada your dating not me-" you tried to talk but Leon interrupted you by putting his lips onto yours. He doesn't want any negative sentence coming from your mouth. His hand reaching up to your cheek caressing it. After that kiss, you couldn't help but kiss him again. The worries were disappearing, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled away from the kiss to catch a breath and admire him. A yelp then came out from your mouth when he suddenly picked you up, bridal style "Let's continue this to the bedroom" you giggled.

Throwing you to the bed. Leon undressing himself and his clothes placed somewhere else. He slowly crawl towards you with his eyes lock onto yours. "Let me take care of you..." He said, he was now on top of you. His head dip down to your neck kissing it making you moan. "Open your legs for me pretty... Let me show that your way better than that Ada" and so, you did. Your legs open just for him. His hand slowly pulling down your short pants, the cold air making contact to your skin. "Oh~? What's this?" You feel his fingers touching the sides of your panties "Isn't this the panties that i bought you~?" You immediately nodded, he chuckled and got even more horny than ever. You look beautiful and hot wearing it <3 maybe he should take a picture? "It's just for you L-leon..." You whispered. He smiled, of course it was just for him. "It is... I'm going to make you scream my name over and over again..." This... Is going to be a longgg night.

Falling down from the bed. The sound of Heavy breathes filling up the room. "Your killing me woman..." He joked, looking at you at his side still breathing heavily. "Did I go too hard on you?" Gosh, you love his aftercare's... It makes your heart feel warmer than ever. You shook your head "You know how I love it when you go rough" you tease him making him chuckle. You then felt him shuffle from the bed, looking to your right he seems to be getting something from the night stand. "Leon? What's that?" you ask him but he didn't respond but continue to search something from the night stand. "Leon?" He was holding something... It's a small red box- wait- He then turned around to you still laying at the bed. "Y/n... We've been together for more than 5 years an I enjoyed it so much. You mean so much to me. Your the last thing that I want to lose... I'd look forward to every little surprise and laughter I can give you. I love you so much Y/n, will you mary me?" Your heart was beating fast, and tears slowly starts to pour down to your cheeks... You don't know what to do... But can only let out a 'Yes!'. Letting him touch your fingers, he slid the ring to your index finger. You couldn't help but launch yourself to him hugging his naked body. "Woah, thare!" He laughed and that made you laugh too. He wrap his arms around your waist, his next mission was to plan the marriage.

PLEASEEEEEEE I HAVEN'T POSTED FOR A WEEK DKBAOBBQ.

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[theresawtf]

YANDERE SOOBIN PLS PLS PLS

soobean my beloved 🚶🏻‍♀️

as you requested stinky (im so nervous to post this 🚶🏻‍♀️)

warnings-dark content ahead please mdni, pantie thief, mentions of violence (not towards reader), manipulative soobin🚶🏻‍♀️, use of hidden cameras, themes of baby trapping doesn’t actually happen tho (HA FAILED ATTEMPT LOSER PERV SOOBIN), no protection (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP IT PLEASE), thats about it i fink.

word count- >1k

THIS IS NO WAY IS HOW THE MEMBERS ARE REPRESENTED, THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL.

if you are under 18 i will block you.

꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒⠀𓈒

there were days that soobin really wish he didn’t have to be so obsessed with you, as time went on he knew he wasn’t able to keep the facade up— being the perfect loving boyfriend that was willing to do anything to make sure you were happy, there was so many things that you could look past, countless fun dates, showering you in gifts that he knew you’d want, not to mention fucking you till the birds were singing.

pervsoobin who was constantly being reminded of how the whole relationship started and of course it started with stealing your used panties slowly jerking off to the thought of your poor abused cunt but he knew as soon as it started that he wanted more than just being a panties thief.

he’s done more than just that— to think that he wouldn’t beat the shit out of anyone who would hurt your feelings, no he would humiliate them to no end till they chose to leave you alone. he’s gone to several length to keep every man that try’s to hook up with you as far as he can, going to the extent of blocking them on your phone. and when you cant figure out why they aren’t messaging you back, he’s there to comfort you or fuck you.

pervsoobin who can’t stand to be away from you for long, so when you ask him to check on your house plants while your on a trip he will leave one single camera in your room and one in the bathroom. leaving himself to fuck his hand to the scent of you while you’re out enjoying your trip.

but little did he know that you’d be coming home a day early and seeing the already stained sheets that he left, intending on cleaning it up before you came home. but you paid no mind to it, just changing them and going on with your day.

after wards you bought him a small plant as a thanks for not killing your plants for the entirety of the trip. as soobin slowly opened his door you practically jump into his arms giving him a giant hug.

“ahh soobiniee thank you for taking such good care of my plants, here i got you this aloe plant since youre so good as keeping plants alive..” as you rambled on all soobin could think of is your encounter with your vibrator last night, the precious moans being picked up by the cameras he placed in the most perfect spots. he couldnt get enough so he just had to watch you shower after wards still being sensitive from the toy he was jealous of. only when you place the plant in his hands does he get shaken from those memories.

“soobin don’t tell me you don’t like it” you say with a little pout, he couldn’t get enough of those lips, he wanted them only on his, he only wanted you and he was determined to make you his.

“oh y/n i love it, did you want to come in and have some ramen? i was just gonna make some.” if it was one thing he was always going to try and get you alone, and then just maybe you’ll be all his just like he planned. and with that you nodded and headed in continuing to ramble about aloe plants and how they didn’t need to be watered very often. but all he could pay attention to was you, everything about you was fogging his brain till it came down to it he had you right where he wanted you, legs up over his shoulder and your hands scratching his biceps. he couldn’t help it your cunt was so wet for him you were just sucking him in just right, he was willing to go all night and be late for work the next day just to keep you satisfied and ready for more.

after months of going back and forth with you pervsoobin has decided it was no need for the cameras once you ask him to move in with you, after your last relationship you had been scared of being alone, and thankful with soobin always being around you always had someone to help around the house, not worrying about your crazy ex’s.

pervsoobin who is completely obsessed with your cunt and is always trying to convince you to let him take pictures of you two during intercourse, but every time you say no he’s already snapping photos as soon as you fall asleep on his cock. only after the photo he’ll wake you up for more, he just loves you fill you up so good :3

but of course not all relationships are perfect! but once you guys started hitting a rough patch he knew exactly what he needed to do to keep you all to himself. of course he knew when your cycle was so he wasted no time, since you weren’t on birth control it didnt take long to convince you to not use a condom, that he would pull out like any good boyfriend would!!

but of course pervsoobin wouldn’t let that little lie get in the way of what he wanted. he was determined to keep you, even if that meant he had to keep cumming in you till he knew for a fact that you were pregnant with his child and by his logic you couldn’t leave. but once you were about to reach your high your muscle memory kicked in faster than soobin’s bad acting you interlocked your legs around soobins waist not wanting to loose the sensation in between your legs

“baby you gotta let go or else im gonna cum inside you.” soobin rubbed your waist while still keeping his pace as you continue to keep your legs in place.

“mmh soob baby please don’t stop.” you didn’t care if he came i mean if its only once it couldn’t hurt. the feeling of him so close was enough to send you over the edge, you weren’t going to let go that quickly.

you both finally finished your first orgasm of the night, and now the night was just starting for you both with this new found favorite, if anything you liked being fucked raw more than pervsoobin did

tag list: @jakeshotpocket @soobinsnumber1

authors notes- i would like to reiterate that this does NOT represent the members on txt at ALL. this is completely fictional and does not define them at all.

[slexenskee]

hello!! i don’t know if you remember but i sent you an ask months ago about the best place to travel/has good food, and i’m happy to announce that i took the leap and my application for study abroad has been accepted! i am very nervous but your posts about traveling inspired me. do you have any tips for going to a foreign country?

Oh congrats that's awesome!!!

Ahh well tbh without knowing where you're going most of my travel tips will be a bit generic, and also, my trips are definitely never as long as a study abroad would be so the stuff I do for those might not apply either.

That being said, research if the country you're staying in will have your medication/skincare/beauty products etc., and stock up if they don't. You can easily buy things like new clothes and food, but if you have specific products you like they can be hard to come by! Medication especially, there is nothing worse than being sick in a foreign country where you can't read the language and don't know the names of any pharmacies. Also some countries won't let you take certain medication in, even prescribed - for ex, Japan doesn't let anyone take in ADHD meds. Not even with a prescription and a letter of medical necessity.

Know where/how to get to your country's embassy in the country you'll be in. This is mainly if you're not staying in the capital where the embassies normally are, and especially useful if you're going to be in the country for a while. Be prepared to just go directly if you run into any issues, because reaching out via phone or email is basically useless. They are usually quite helpful though. I had to reverse-course from Krabi and fly back to Bangkok to get an emergency passport in the middle of one of my trips - I thought it would be a stressful disaster, but I had it sorted out within a few hours. I couldn't find ANY information on what to do online, and they weren't answering their phones, so I just walked up and they let me cut the line as a citizen and then walked me through all the forms and stuff and had an emergency passport for me by lunch.

Depending on what kind of phone you have, you can download Airlo, which is a live saver for phone plans. It's data only, but it's a super simple to use and download e-sim where you can even get regional e-sims that will work in over 30+ countries. It's so helpful if you plan on traveling around.

And idk how old you are or where you're from, but having a credit card and debit account with access to online banking services is imperative. I've been able to travel to multiple countries without even using cash or a debit card and just using my credit card alone, but for a long stay that would be impossible. An online bank that you can transfer money/deposit money via taking a picture of a cheque on your phone is extremely convenient. Also having someone back home who has access to your accounts and can access them on your behalf is helpful. Depending on where you're going, you're probably also going to always need a lot of cash on hand. Europe is mostly card readers with tap to pay, but I've noticed SE Asia has a lot of 'cash only, or scan a qr-code and directly transfer to the merchant's bank account' merchants which is great if you live there but very inconvenient if you're a traveler who obviously doesn't have a bank account in the country. Japan is literally still COINS only in some places.

For transportation, look up what the taxi apps of choice are and make an account with them. Idk it's usually either Uber or Grab but sometimes I'll see a wildcard.

If the place you're going to has an entirely different written language, the Google Translate app is actually pretty darn spot on and the camera mode is very helpful. I've used it to translate my doujins before with difficult kanji 😂

That's all I can think of off the top of my head haha. Hope it helps!! And have fun!!

#ask #travel

[femininefutbol]

call your girlfriend

transferred/modified from my wattpad and based on this song

prompt: alexia putellas admits to you that she has been cheating on you and has fallen in love with someone else

word count: 3.5K

-

‘call your girlfriend, it's time you had the talk’

You groan hearing your phone ringing out loudly, you turn over seeing your clock displaying the time, 11:11pm. You tap around your bedside table attempting to find your phone, once securing it you answer quickly and close your eyes not having a chance to view the contact name due to your blurred tired vision.

"Yes, who is it?" your voice is soft and slightly muffled as you are already close to falling asleep once more.

"Oh I assumed you would have kept my contact" the immediately distinguishable voice of your girlfriend, Alexia Putellas rings through the phone.

"I would never delete it" you sigh, you have been avoiding Alexia for a week or so just trying to work out how they could overcome the current disagreement. "I just got back to Barcelona and your call woke me up which is why I didn't know who it was, I'm sorry babe".

"Ah yeah I guess that makes more sense, look I'm sorry for calling at such a bad time. Mapi didn't tell me you were coming back so I assumed you were still in America and I thought now would be an okay time to call since it's day time there" Alexia hurriedly explains sounding slightly nervous as she rambles on.

"Hey, no you're fine really, I didn't tell Mapi I was coming back, I was going to wait until tomorrow to start contacting people" you explain.

"Well I don't want to keep you up now but I think we really need to talk about some things, can you meet up with me for coffee tomorrow morning? Nomad at 10?" Alexia asks, the nervousness still evident in her voice.

"That works for me, goodnight mi amor" you sigh, almost completely asleep at this point.

"Ahh yeah night (Y/N/N)" Alexia states quickly, immediately hanging up afterwards.

If you were slightly less tired and slightly more awake you would have mulled over the tone of the conversation and lack of affection all night but due to your current state you were able to forgo a night's worth of critical thinking and fall asleep instantly.

-

‘give your reasons, say it's not her fault’ 

You happily struts into your and Alexia's regular coffee spot, smiling at the barista as you walk in.

"The usual for you and Alexia?" he asks sweetly, making the correct assumption that the two were meeting up for coffee.

"Yes thank you, I'll be over at our table" you state simply pointing towards the table in the corner of the store where yourself and Alexia always sit.

Knowing that Alexia will be arriving soon you take the time alone to script your slightly overdue apology in your head.

Your thoughts are cut off by snapping fingers in your face, you look up spotting an amused Alexia smirking at you. You get up quickly hugging your girlfriend, it was brief and definitely not the type of reunion hug that would be expected from lovers who have not seen each other in months.

"I guess let me begin" you state, knowing that if you don’t immediately apologise you probably never will. "I am extremely sorry for reacting the way I did, I know that going out of my way to ignore you was horrible of me and especially after we've had all that talk about healthy communication, that was completely wrong. I also see now how ridiculous it is for me to be so uptight about your friendship with Jenni. I don't know why seeing you with her makes me feel so insecure because I know deep down that you guys are just friends but it still affects me every time someone posts about the two of you. I am really hoping that you can forgive me and that we can work together to rebuild us, I'm moving back to Spain for good this time and I really do think without the issue of so much distance we can work this out"

Alexia sighs and this causes you to look up at her for the first time since the beginning of the apology.

"Look, I appreciate the apology a lot and I'm really happy that you've taken the time to reflect and understand your feelings and actions, but I don't think we should be together anymore. We are both on such different life paths and I think that while we both want it to work so badly, it won't. We keep hurting each other and wanting things to be okay but they aren't and they haven't been for awhile, I think you know that as well as I do. This is in no way your fault, I've been thinking about whether we really are right for each other for quite some time and while I wish we were, I just don't think that is the case for us. I'm really sorry (Y/N)" Alexia explains, leaving out a few key details that would definitely aid in your heartbreak.

"Um no yeah, look you are probably right, I'm really glad that you were honest with me and I wish you all the best" you reply in a voice that is just above a whisper. You quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve, grab some money from your purse, placing it carefully on the table and walk out of the cafe, you don’t dare look back at Alexia as you leave.

-

‘but you just met somebody new’

You walk into Ciutat Esportiva Joan Gamper, the training facility for Barcelona Femení. You are excited to see your sister Mapi and Spanish national teammates, not so excited to have to see her now ex girlfriend Alexia though.

"Mapi!" you yell, sprinting to attack your sister in a hug. Once in each other's arms you hold on tightly, feeling a sense of comfort for the first time in quite a while.

"Hey pequeño" Mapi laughs, smiling down at you, as you are still holding onto her tightly.

"Is that my favourite defender?!" Leila yells across the pitch, making quick work of heading towards the pair of siblings and pulling you into a hug.

"Hey, what about me? I thought I was your favourite defender?" Mapi asks, clearly offended by Leila's favouritism for her younger sister.

"Nope (Y/N) is so small and sweet, she wins" Leila states proudly, pulling you back towards the group that she was standing with.

Upon arriving at the group you are subjected to the sight of Alexia and Jenni completely wrapped up in each other's arms.

"Ahh hi" you wave awkwardly at the girls, Alexia snaps her head in the direction of the sound.

Seeing her ex-girlfriend causes Alexia to detach herself from Jenni, feeling extremely guilty about the predicament that has occurred.

"I'm gonna head back over to Mapi, her and I are going to lunch, wouldn't want to keep her waiting" you state, wanting to be anywhere but where you currently are.

"Hey (Y/N)! Wait up" Alexia calls as you swiftly walk away from the group, leaving them all confused about your exit.

You turn around, face to face with Alexia. "I think it's pretty clear what is occurring and while I'm not surprised, I am a bit hurt, did you at least wait until we broke up?" the question is barely whispered.

"Ummm '' Alexia is caught off guard. She contemplates how to inform you that all your suspicions were in fact correct and that over the course of the months that you had been overseas she had been developing her relationship with Jenni.

"How long?" you sigh, Alexia gives you a blank stare. "How long have you been with Jenni?" you clarify even though you really didn't have to, Alexia knew exactly what you were asking she just didn't want to answer. 

"Four months" Alexia grumbles lowly.

"Four months?! So you barely waited for me to leave the country" you exclaim, furious and extremely hurt.

"I really am sorr-'' you don’t wait around to hear what Alexia has to say, you make your way towards Mapi informing her that you will meet her in the car park before quickly making your way out of the training centre.

"What the hell was that about?" Mapi yells, everyone looks around confused at what is happening while Alexia walks away not wanting to face the consequences of her actions.

-

‘second-guessing everything you said and done’

You watch the traffic go by below you as you sit on the balcony of Mapi’s apartment bawling your eyes out.

"She would get on facetime with me daily, telling me she loves me and can't wait for us to be together again and what as soon as she hung up she would go and be with Jenni?" you ask no one in particular, as you continue ranting, not allowing Mapi or Leila to even formulate a response to your rhetorical questions.

""Oh come on (Y/N), Jenni will never be anything more than a friend, you know I’m not interested in girls like her anyway" she would say" you are clearly mocking Alexia throwing around statements that your ex-girlfriend previously used to reassure you.

“She has told me so many times that she isn’t into dark headed girls, tall girls, immature girls and so much more and what? It was all just a lie?” you ask yourself, all the times you doubted the ‘friendship’ between Alexia and Jenni overtaking your mind. You feel so stupid for having believed that they were only friends. 

“You know she had planned a whole trip to America just to visit me, she cancelled the day before and told me that she couldn’t risk travelling because she was sick. During the time she was ‘sick’ she was with Jenni every single day. She literally cancelled her trip to see me just to stay here with her new girlfriend. I can’t believe how much of an idiot I am” you cry louder, the two defenders that are with you wrap you in a huge from either side, neither saying a word, both just holding you while you cry. 

-

‘tell her how you never meant to hurt no one’

Voicemail One: "Hey (Y/N), um call me back whenever. I think we need to talk and this time I have some apologising to do"

Voicemail Two: "(Y/N/N), I never meant to hurt you and I wish I could take it all back, you are important to me even if it's not in a romantic capacity. Call me back when you are ready"

Voicemail Five: "Mapi yelled at me today, she told me to stop calling you but I can't leave us like this. i'm so sorry that I caused so much hurt, it was really messed up and I want to tell you how much I regret it and how I never meant for things to happen like this"

Voicemail Eight: "heyyyy sexyyyy, remember when I used to call you that just before I-" "Alexia seriously? Mapi told you to stop calling her" "Jenni noooo i'm trying to apologise okay" "I'm sorry about her (Y/N), goodnight"

Voicemail Twelve: "Um sorry for drunk voice-mailing you last night, that's another apology I'd hope to make in person but it seems the chances of that occurring are slim. If there's any possibility of you being open to talking at some point, could you give me a sign, please just give me some sort of sign that I may possibly have my best friend back"

Voicemail Twenty: "Okay well I've really lost all hope that you are going to contact me but I assume that you are listening since Mapi is continuing to yell at me about the voicemails. So here is my real and genuine apology that I wanted to give you in person. (Y/N) nothing will ever be able to change what has happened or how horrible I have been, my intention was never to hurt you or break your heart. If I'm honest I thought we were going to break up months ago and I went to jenni one night upset about the fact that this could occur. One thing led to another and god I'm sorry you probably don't want to hear that. Look it shouldn't have happened and I'm so sorry that it did especially while we were together and while I continued to reassure you that nothing would happen with jenni. I understand how betrayed and hurt you must feel and I will spend that rest of my life apologising for making you feel that way. In saying that I wish only the best for you in the future, I want you to find an incredible love and I want you to be so unbelievably happy with someone who adores you, I really pray that you find happiness (Y/N), again I'm so sorry"

-

‘don't you tell her how i give you something, that you never even knew you missed’

Arriving at international camp there is already a clear tension within the group, most girls not knowing what to do about the situation that has occurred between Alexia and yourself.

The team is at dinner, some girls are clearly on your side sitting around the table with you, including the likes of Mapi and Leila. Other’s on Alexia’s side, granted this group is smaller but still existent. Most of the other girls have opted to stay out of the situation and spread themselves through the rest of the dining hall.

"Should I just talk to her?" you ask the table quietly, heads snap, most of the girls not believing that you would have ever said that.

"Do you want to?" Mapi asks, obviously just wanting the best for you.

"I don't want camp to be awkward for everyone and I think I'd want to hear why she actually did it" you explain to your sister, and Mapi nods understanding the predicament that you are in.

"Well, just as long as this is what you want, I'm happy enough to ignore her unless we are on the pitch" Mapi explains, the rest of the table quickly agreeing with the sentiment.

On the other side of the room, Alexia and Jenni participate in a hushed conversation.

"I don't think it's wise to talk to her unless she initiates it. I understand that you want to explain things to her but it will just make it worse. Just let it go for now and wait to see if she comes to you," Jenni tells her girlfriend.

"Okay yeah I think that is fair, I don't even know what I would say to be honest. Anything that I can think of to tell her kind of screams ‘Jenni is so much better than you’ which is not the way I'm trying to come across" Alexia sighs, knowing that if asked to explain herself any explanation given would involve having to inform you that Jenni is the person that Alexia has always dreamt of being with and in a roundabout way that would mean that you just weren’t good enough.

"You will just have to cross that bridge when it comes up. You loved her at one point, Alexia, I'm sure you could come up with a way to spare her feelings. I know that I had a part in this too, but I would have never agreed to date you if I knew that the both of you were still together, this is your massive mistake and you need to find a way to be sensitive to her feelings. She is a great girl and even as your girlfriend I can admit that she deserves a lot better than what you did to her'' Jenni states, the end of her statement accidentally ending up a lot harsher than she intended but she knows that Alexia needs to hear that in ways she did screw up.

"I know, I know. and I'm still so sorry to you and to her, and just to everyone, I didn't mean for all this to happen" Alexia replies, beginning to cry, overwhelmed with the situation that she has created for herself and the people around her.

-

‘it won't make sense right now but you're still her friend’

"Hey, can we talk?" you grab Alexia's arm as the team hangs out in a games room they discovered after dinner.

"Yeah of course, I've been wanting to speak with you but I've been told to wait for you to approach me" Alexia explains. 

"Jenni told you to wait, hey? She's wise when she isn’t being a clown. I probably would have ignored you if you tried to speak to me” you laugh lightly. While it still hurts you that Alexia betrayed you in the way that she did, you want to be able to move on and you know that Jenni and Alexia are good together. Everyone has thought for years that it was just a matter of time before the two found their way to each other.

"Yeah she did. Look I know that nothing I say will ever be able to fix what I did but I really am so sorry. I lied to you and I also lied to Jenni" Alexia states, she goes to continue but is cut off.

"Wait, Jenni didn't know that we were still together?" you ask in shock, you don’t know whether to be happy that Jenni didn't also betray you or sad that Alexia would be so devious as to date the both of you at the same time without either one of you knowing.

"She thought we had broken up, she actually only found out that we were still dating when you visited training that day" Alexia explains.

"You are lucky she stuck around afterwards, I don't think I would have in that situation" you shake your head. You always knew that dating Alexia was risky, everyone told you that there was always going to be something going on between her and Jenni but you decided to look past that, which was clearly a mistake.

"Yeah, I am. Anyway I know that I must have caused so much hurt and I can't even imagine what that did to you. But I hope that one day we could at least be friends again? You were my best friend in the entire world and I miss that a lot. I will do anything in my power to prove to you that I can be a much better friend than I was a girlfriend" Alexia rushes out, almost as if she didn't say everything in one breath you would leave and not hear her out.

"I think we can work something out, we can't be besties right away and it will take a lot of free lunches and coffees but I'm sure you will find your way back to my friend list. I have definitely missed having you as a friend, being your girlfriend was rough, maybe I should warn Jenni to step down from the position she still can" you laugh, sprinting off in the direction of the group.

"Don't you dare!" Alexia yells, catching up with you, wrapping you in a hug. "Thank you for forgiving me, it means the world, I'm bringing you breakfast in bed tomorrow as my first step in rebuilding this friendship" Alexia smiles, you give her a goofy grin back.

"So are we all a team again?" Mapi yells.

"Yep we're all good, everyone can openly communicate with each other once more" you proclaim, sighs of relief are heard from multiple teammates.

-

‘the only way her heart will mend, is when she learns to love again’

"So leila huh?" Alexia asks you during your warmups for the morning field session. 

"What are you talking about Lex?" you scoff, slightly blushing as the two of you jog around the pitch. 

"You like Leila, duh. I can be your matchmaker” Alexia explains, excited about the prospect of helping you find love again.

"I'm pretty sure Leila still isn't your biggest fan so I'm not sure if being a matchmaker would be the best course of action. Also I don't like her, you are just trying to hook me up with someone"

"Come on (Y/N/N), there has always been something there, you two are like Jenni and I, everyone can see that you are meant to be together. Also she likes you back, I know it, she was always jealous that I was with you" Alexia smirks, waiting to see your reaction to her statement.

You push Alexia lightly before responding, “she could do so much better than me"

"So you do like her!" Alexia yells, this causes teammates to turn their heads in the direction of you two.

"Nothing to see here!" you call back. "Shut up loud mouth, maybe I like her but nothing is going to happen so drop it!" you groan, taking your opportunity at the end of the warm up to put distance between you and Alexia so she will stop talking about you and Leila.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #fcb femení #woso x reader #barcelona #fcb femeni imagine #espwnt #spain wnt

[thepaintedlady00]

Nightshade Chapter 22 Sneak Peek

Y'all picked one of the shorter peeks, but I promise I'm working hard on the chapter so it should be finished and posted soon! Enjoy! :)

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“Quinn's got a point, you do seem extra grumpy all of a sudden.” Nudging his arm I asked, “What sticks up your ass now?”

Jake scoffed and finished his drink. “I'm just peachy.”

I gave him a look. “Come on, Jake.”

“Don't worry about it, Princess.” His eyes shifted to Sam and his face scrunched lightly in clear displeasure. “I'm fine.”

“Ahh,” I hummed in realization. A funny, prideful feeling made my chest feel warmer. “So it's not a stick up your ass, it's a baton.” Jake didn't bother replying. I sat back in the booth and looked down at my fingers. “Are you jealous of Sam?”

That got him talking. “I'm not jealous of some uptight asshole cop.”

Hiding my smirk behind my glass I shrugged. “Sam's hardly an asshole and he's not very uptight.”

“Well, you'd know, wouldn't you?”

“Yeah, I would.” Tilting my head to meet his eyes I quietly asked, “Is that a problem?”

With a sigh Jake shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax. “No. It's just… He's clearly still into you and…”

“And that makes you feel… Weird, given everything that's happened between us,” I finished.

“Yeah.” He looked at me, eyes finally softening. “I'm sorry if I'm being an ass.”

Smiling wide enough to reassure him I lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. “You're almost always an ass in some way. Guess I'm getting used to it.”

With a quiet laugh, he smiled. “Good to know.” Standing he grabbed both our glasses. “I'll get us refills.”

“Jake.” I stopped him with a hand on his arm. He turned and I lifted myself out of the seat to press my lips to his. His body leaned into mine, lips moving in harmony with my own without hesitation. When we pulled away from each other I smiled again, slightly nervous to voice the reassuring words that clung to my throat. “Whatever this is… You have my full attention.”

Though he chuckled, I could see that he felt better after I said it. “Do I?”

I settled back in my seat, cheeks red and chest warm and fuzzy. “Yep. Try not to let it go to your head.”

“Too late, Princess,” he announced. “You've got my ego all inflated now.”

“Damn,” I joked. “Guess I'll have to be meaner to you.”

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he replied with a wink as he turned and headed to the bar.

#fic: nightshade #sweetbitter jake #jake sweetbitter #sweetbitter fic #sweetbitter fanfiction #jake x lena #sweetbitter #sweetbitter jake x oc #sweet bitter #sweetbitter fandom

[robertdowneyjjr]

Congrats on graduating grad school!

Picture Tony bursting into Steve’s room/place of business to announce his finishing of grad school feeling what you are feeling now. How would they celebrate? Maybe Tony has been waiting to confess his feelings until he was done and has time now and he better use this moments and it’s energy before he wimps out!!!

ahh i’m so sorry it’s taken me a while to respond, but thank you so much!!

now, i’ve given this a lot of thought and i wanted to give it a bit of a canon spin. imagine a post-avengers timeline where everything is domestic and beautiful and we never had to worry about ultron or thanos or magic rocks or any of that. imagine.

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Steve’s in his studio, putting the finishing touches on a painting he’s been working on for the last two weeks when Tony comes in quietly. He’s holding his hands behind his back, shuffling his feet as if he’s nervous about something. He kind of looks the way he does whenever he’s got something for the team, like surprise gear upgrades or invitations to events. So Steve puts his paintbrush down, wipes off the stray paint from his hands the best he can, and stands up to greet his friend.

“Hey Tony. Whatcha got there?”

Tony smiles and presents Steve with a dark purple envelope. The paper is of good quality, and when he opens it, the contents inside are printed on thick card stock.

It’s an invitation to New York University’s commencement ceremony in May.

“Oh, this is nice! Are you speaking at their graduation this year?” Steve asks.

“Not quite.” Tony chews on his lip a bit before he continues. “I’ll actually be one of the graduates. And I was hoping you’d like to come and watch me cross that stage.”

Oh. Steve had no idea that Tony had been spending his time on another degree. He was busy a lot, true, but he always just assumed that he was working on projects for SI when he wasn’t doing anything Avengers-related. Steve can’t imagine how Tony managed to juggle what basically amounts to two full time jobs and a full time degree. But they don’t call Tony Stark a genius for nothing, and if anyone was going to pull off something like this, it would be Tony.

“Oh wow! Tony, that’s amazing. Congratulations! Of course I’ll be there to cheer you on. We all will.”

“Ah, well, I’d be glad to see the rest of the team there too, obviously.” Tony’s eyes crinkle as he smiles at Steve, and a slight flush crosses his cheeks as he sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck. “But see, the one person I really want to be there is you. Because you’re kinda the one who inspired me to apply for this program.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. I didn’t get another doctorate. I went for a master’s this time. A dual one in art and science, and it’s all because of you,” Tony explains. “You see, when we became friends, like, really became friends, I got to see the side of you beyond the master tactician. Your passion for art is incredible, Steve. Not just the way you talk about it, but the way you always try to refine your craft whenever you have the time.” He gestures around the room. “I mean, look at everything you’ve created in the last few years alone.”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to blush. To this day, he still finds it hard to accept any compliments on his art.

“These are just doodles and experiments, Tony. They’re nothing like the art you see in museums.”

“That’s not true at all, and one day I’ll finally get you to believe me.”

Steve kind of wants to kiss Tony right now, but he brushes the urge away.

“So a dual master’s in art and science?” he asks instead.

“That’s right. It’s the art conservation program at NYU. The perfect blend of art and science. I studied art history and also the science behind the preservation of art. I never thought about how much technical work goes into art conservation and it’s been a blast getting to learn all of this. They let me fast track the program and get my degree within two years instead of four. And I ended up choosing time-based media as my specialty since it involves a lot more technology than more traditional art like paintings and photography, because, well, you know me.”

Before Steve could cut in and ask some more questions, Tony steps forward to take his hand and keeps talking.

“But yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing in my down time for the last couple of years and I’m hoping that one day, if you’d like, we could work together to make sure every single piece of art you create stands the test of time. Because you are so talented, Steve, and your legacy deserves to be more than just Captain America.”

Steve really wants to kiss Tony now.

So he does.

Tony responds immediately, his lips moving in tandem with Steve’s like they’ve been doing this for years instead of seconds. He doesn’t know how long they stand there in each other’s arms, but when they finally pull back for air, the invitation lays on the floor in a crumpled heap, having fallen at some point when Steve let it go in favour of grabbing Tony by his hips.

He picks it back up and smooths it against his chest the best he can, and grins at Tony.

“I’d be honoured to go to your graduation ceremony, sweetheart. I’ll be there cheering louder than anyone else. And afterwards, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate, then we’re coming home to celebrate some more.”

He leans down to capture Tony’s lips again.

All the while, he thinks about all the paintings he’s done of Tony, hidden away behind other canvases. He wonders what Tony would think when Steve finally shows them to him, if they could match Tony’s grand gesture that was two years in the making. Because Tony may believe that his art is worth conserving, but as far as Steve’s concerned, it’s Tony—his smiles, his genius…his everything—whose beauty should be preserved for the world to see.

#i did like 10 whole minutes of research for this lmao #that program sounds SO fascinating but dear lord it’s so LONG #personally i would not do another four whole years after undergrad lol #anyway this was fun! #thank you again anon you’re so sweet #stevetony #stony #kay writes things #anonymous #ask

[duckit7]

Online Dating Can Be Hard 13

It's been a while since I posted. I'm going to try to put chapters out again like I did before, but unfortunately no promises. Life and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy thought!

Oh and as always, fair warning there is some strong language.

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I couldn’t keep from buzzing at work. The thoughts of last night twirling around my head. Kate was dazzling and the night was unforgettable. I smiled like a fool as I typed away answering to the newest work order.

Suddenly my office door swung open and Heidi sauntered in. “Cammy Jammy! Tell me how your human mistress is doing! I need some excitement in my life.” She said sliding into the chair across from me.

“Kate is not my mistress Heidi! She is just a friend…” I groaned.

“Call her whatever you want we both know you have the hots for her.” Heidi waved dismissively. I could feel the heat rising into my cheeks. How did she know? “Cam you have been grinning like a fiend since you clocked in this morning. This was after you stressing over what to wear all week! You kept babbling about how you had a formal event. I figured the only person who would bring you to a formal event was Kate. So spill Romeo. I want all the details. Even the dirty little ones.” She said giving me a wink.

If possible the red in my cheeks deepened. “It was ahh… great…” I said fiddling with my fingers as I adverted her gaze.

“You are impossible Cam!” Heidi’s eyes rolled so hard I could almost feel it. “Come on! Out with it!”

I swallowed hard trying to keep from gushing, but as I opened my mouth all my feelings came tumbling out. “Heidi it was amazing! Kate wore this beautiful black dress with a slit up the side and a little make-up. The event itself was so so, but Kate made it a great time. People judged us a little, but we ignored them. When the party started to get boring we slid out into the garden. And well… We danced… together… it was magical!”

Heidi smiled a Cheshire grin. “You danced, eh? You guys are the cutest!”

I smiled into my hands as my mind relived the feeling of her fingers in them. “Heidi I think I really like her… Like really really like her…”

Heidi shook her head and said kindly, “What tipped you off to that dummy? So.” Heidi paused as her smacked her hands on her thighs. “When is the next time you guys are getting together?"

I shrugged, “Tomorrow I think. Our one friend Marcy’s birthday is tomorrow. Sal, our other friend, reserved a human parvus friendly escape room. We are planning on going there and then getting some drinks afterward. Kate flies to Canada today and is not sure if she will be back in time though… So we will see.”

Heidi leaned in. “Well for your sake I hope she can make it.” She said before standing up to leave. “Good luck Cammy! I’m expecting updates!” She said tossing a peace sign before closing the door behind her. 

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Somehow my flight miraculously landed early. I told everyone to start the escape room without me because I was sure I was going to be late. Some higher power was looking out for me though as I pulled into the parking lot with 3 mins to spare. My heart was racing knowing I was going to see Cam. Why did he make me nervous like this? We were just really good friends, right? I pushed these thoughts aside as I jogged up to the front desk.

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I was trying hard not to look disappointed when we got the news that we should start the escape room without Kate. I was looking forward to seeing her. The show must go on though. I sat back in Pete’s hand as we entered the room. He was a kind man with soft hands, but they didn’t give me the same feeling of security as Kate’s. I took a couple of deep breaths to steal my nerves.

He set me down next to Sal and Marcy on the table in the middle of the room. “3 minutes till start.” A voice said over the intercom. “Good luck!”

“Here we go!” Marcy said giddy as a little schoolgirl.

Sal lounged off to the side of her with his signature cool demeanor as he looked haphazardly around the room. “This is going to be a piece of cake Marcy.” He said giving her a fist bump.

They were my friends and I knew I should feel a part of the group, but without Kate I felt like an outsider. My mind started to wander as I stood off to the side waiting for the door to close.

“Hold up!” a familiar voice said as the mediator was about to close the door. I whipped my head around to see Kate fill the doorway. She was smiling from ear to ear, “Made it just in time!”

“Perfect! I’m glad you could make it!” Pete said punching her arm softly.

“Me too! Got really lucky. My flight landed early leaving me with just enough time to speed here.” She joked.

“We will definitely crush this now that Kate is here!” Marcy squealed.

“Hopefully! Happy birthday by the way!” Kate chuckled. She then turned, letting her eyes fall on me. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest as she approached. “Hey” she said as she leaned on the wall near me.

“Hey” I replied trying to act cool.

“You look good today. I like that shirt on you. Fits nice.” She said with a side smile.

“Thanks! I’m glad you could make it.” I probably sounded bashful as all git up as I rubbed the back of my head. Did she know her words had such a hold over me?

“Let the games begin!” The voice announced of the loud speaker, breaking the moment between Kate and I.

“Let’s go Marcy barcy and Cammy boy! Where should we search first?” Sal’s voice was playful as he draped one arm around me and the other around Marcy.

We looked around the table for a while. Sal found a key chain in the shape of a skull and Marcy found a locket. I on the other hand had no luck. The only thing I had to show after going through two of the 6 boxes on the table was a paper clip.

“Hey Cam, can I borrow you over here for a second?” Kate said as she crouched to be eye level with me.

“Sure!” I exclaimed. I could never say no to those big blue eyes.

She laid her hand softly in front of me. “Don’t hesitate Cam.” I whispered to myself before closing my eyes and propelling myself up. I was in the air crossing the room in seconds.

“There seems to be a parvus sized tunnel right here. Want to check it out for any clues?” Kate said as she set her hand on the edge of the shelf.

“Yes ma’am!” I said with a salute before disappearing into the hallway. There were dim overhead lights to illuminate the corridor while giving off a creepy aura. “You got this Cam. You want to look brave and strong in front of Kate don’t you?” I mumbled to myself. Slowly I made my way further in till the path was cut off by a wall with a button in the middle of it. I shrugged to myself before leaning all of my body weight into the switch. I heard a door on the other side of the tunnel whoosh closed. “Duck…” I grumbled to myself. Jogging to the other end I was met with the light brown sheen of the wooden door in my way. “Great… Just great… Not only is this place creepy as shit I now can’t get out…” I groaned.

“Cam?” Kate said through the door. “Cam are you ok?

“Yeah I’m fine… Just stuck now…” I yelled back.

“Hold on. We will try to find another switch to try to get you out.” She replied.

My back slid down the door as I plopped on the ground waiting for my savior to open the door. I could hear everyone rustling about outside while my eyes stared down the hallway. The place had me on edge and the last thing I needed was to have something sneak up on me while I was trapped in here. My heart skipped a beat as I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Hey you guys…” I yelled, “Can you guys hurry up?” My voice was uneasy as the movement started to form into a figure. I squinted my eyes to get a better idea of what it was. Legs started to stretch their way forward. Fear gripped me as I immediately recognized the creature as a spider. “Guys please hurry the Fuck up!!” I screamed desperately.

“Cam are you ok?” Kate’s voice was filled with worry.

“No! No I am not ok! There is a spider in here! Get me the fuck out of here!” I shouted. The creature slowly materialized before me. One of my greatest fears in life was spiders and now I was stuck in this stupid tunnel with one.

“Hold on Cam. We are going to get you out.” I could feel Kate lay her hand on the door behind me.

I know my friends were moving as fast as they could but it was not enough as the arachnid inched closer. I could start to make out its beady eyes and large fangs.

“I think I found something!” I heard Pete say in the background. “Marcy do you still have that locket?” I could hear the clicking as the two worked on their task.

The spider continued its methodical march. This is it I thought to myself. No shot I’m getting out of here alive. “Hey Kate.” I said low so only she could here it.

“Yeah Cam?” I could feel her presence draw near.

I had to tell her. If I was going to die she had to know. “Kate I have to tell you something…” The monster was inches away from me at this point.

“Cam, what is it? We almost got it. Please hold on!” there was no hiding the deep worry in her voice.

“Kate… Kate I-” was as far as I got before the wooden door slid open behind me. I tumbled out as my backrest disappeared. My body didn’t fall far though as familiar hands caught me. I looked up into the beautiful eyes of Kate, they were stormy as they stared through my soul. I didn’t know what to say so I just said, “Hey you. Always there to catch me when I fall.”

Kate shook her head but couldn't hide her smile. “You kill me.”

“Cam is this what you were afraid of?” Sal burst out laughing in the background.

Both Kate and I looked over to see a mechanical spider hanging out of the tunnel opening. Sal was playing with its legs as Marcy punched its face. Above me Kate started to giggle. I looked up at her with betrayal.

“There was poor lighting in there!! It looked real!! Ah screw you guys.” I huffed as I turned my back to them.

“Ah come on Cam.” Kate chuckled as she poked me in the side. “It’s kinda funny now that its over.” She maneuvered her hand so that I was eye level with her staring into her big blue orbs.

“It was not funny at all. I legit thought I was going to die.” I grumbled.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” she said giving me a warm smile. “Life would have been unbearable with out you.” Like an arrow to the heart I was left dumbstruck by her words.

“Come on you fools. Thanks to Cam the door is open so lets get a move on. We have less than 45 minutes left.” Sal chided from Pete’s hand as they passed by us.

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Cam grumbled the rest of the time in the escape room that he was not going to go in any more dark, closed off places. He insisted that he could find clues from my hand and out in the open. I didn’t complain. Carrying Cam was one of my favorite things to do. I would never let him know that though.

We pushed through the second room with some ease. The third and last room gave us some trouble, but with 7 minutes to spare we were out. Marcy had a great time and was actually our biggest clue finder which made her birthday that much more perfect. Cam was trying to get into a better mood but the spider run in had his shaken up pretty bad. He took me up on my offer to ride with me to the bar while everyone else rode with Pete.

“Hey Cam, are you ok?” I asked looking over to him before putting my truck in 1st.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He said quietly.

“Really?” I said raising an eyebrow, “because you don’t seem fine. That spider really got to you didn’t it. I’m not trying to push, just want you to know I’m here if you want to talk about it.”

Cam took a sharp breath in. “When I was a kid my sister and I were running through the woods near my house. I didn’t see where I was going and got caught up in thick spider webs. I can still remember to this day watching with horror as the long legged hairy monster crawled towards me and there was nothing I could do about it. Luckily my sister got to me before that beast did. It doesn’t happen often but there have been stories of parvus being attacked by spiders and I was almost one of those. I don’t know… since then I have been afraid of spiders.”

I sat there digesting his words. “You are wild to me. You have had so much trauma in your life yet I would have never been able to guess it. You are one of the most positive and upbeat people I know.”

Cam shrugged, “No sense in being down. I choose to be happy young in life and no matter what happens I want to be happy. Will I be happy all the time? No. But I refuse to let the low points in life bring me down.”

Emotion filled me as I reached over and set my finger on Cam’s thigh. “Hey. Thank you.”

Cam looked up at me dumbstruck. “For what?”

“Opening up to me. For letting me into your life.” I replied.

Cam smiled as he covered my finger with his hand. “Thank you for listening.” He then pulled my finger into his lap. “You know I’m here for you too… If you ever need to talk or anything. I swear I am a good listener.”

I nodded. “Thank you. I will keep that in mind for sure.” Part of me wanted to tell him about the dark void I constantly battled with. I didn’t want to put that on him. Not yet. Would he push me away if he knew how broken I have been?

We sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. The bar was packed as we weaved our way to our table reserved in the back. One of the best local bands was playing which filled the joint with good music.

We all drank a fair amount. Beer and laughter flowed throughout the night. Cam stayed near me the whole time. He leaned his small frame against my arms sipping on his beer. I couldn’t help but steal glances of him. I still couldn't wrap my mind around how he was single. He had a great job. Loving family. Fun loving, warm personality. And on top of it all he was good looking. How did I get so lucky?

We were all drunk as the night came to a close. Cam and I were laughing like we were crazy at a stupid joke when closing time was played over the stereo system. I looked down to my pint-sized partner with a goofy smile as I asked in a poor British accent, “Ready to go my pocket prince?”

Cam’s cheeks were red from drinking as he stared up at me with a glossy look. “Aye. I guess I am.” He said mirroring my accent. With a bow I extended my palm out to him. He walked on as though he was entering a chariot. “You may rise gentle lady.” He giggled. I obliged as I stood.

“You two are too cute.” Marcy squeaked as she swayed back and forth. Sal moved in to hold her up. Marcy proceeded to bring her hands up and together as she said, “Now kiss!”

Everyone balled over laughing at that. I prayed that they were too drunk to see the red on my cheeks. Kiss Cam? Never! We were just friends. Right?

Cam and I wished everyone a good night as we stepped out into the chilly fall evening. Cam wrapped himself tight in his coat as we trudged off into the night. A couple of minutes into our walk I could feel him start to shiver. Without a word I lifted him to my shoulder as I parted a hole between my neck and jacket. I could feel him press his cold body greedily into my skin as he tried to steal my warmth.

“Thank you.” His voice was muffled from all the layers.

“No worries. I can’t let my handsome handful get cold.” I quipped.

“You are full of these aren’t you.” He grumbled.

“Oh heck yeah I am.” I teased.

I could feel is breath on my neck while his beard brushed my skin. It sent lighting through my veins. My mind drifted back to Marcy’s kiss comment. I know she didn’t mean anything about it, but it made me think about what if Cam and I did kiss. Would he like to kiss me? Would just the thought of it disgust him? He probably doesn’t even like me that way. But what if he did? What if he wanted to kiss me too?

Part of me wanted to ask while I still had liquid courage bracing me up, but a soft snore told me it was not the right time for that. We reached his place in no time. Part of me wanted to bring him home with me to “make sure he was ok”. In all honesty I just liked having him around and didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to watch him sleep all night and wake up to the ray of sunshine that was him. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem right. So, skillfully, I weaved my hand in between the warm layers of my jacket and the small body of the man who was stealing my heart bit by bit.

“Cam… We are here…” I said softly rubbing his back with my thumb.

I could feel him stir as he groggily said, “Already? Dang humans travel fast.”

“Can I pick you up?” I asked.

Cam took a deep breath in and released it. “Yeah I guess so…”

I wrapped my fingers around his sturdy little form and lifted him from the warmth of my jacket and neck. He immediately started to shiver as he was exposed to the cold night. I set him gently on his balcony. My fingers hovered protectively around him in case he stumbled on his way in.

“Thanks Kate.” Cam said as he slid the sliding glass door open. “I had a great night.”

I smiled warmly, “Me too. Good night Cam.”

“Good night Kate.” He said before disappearing into his house and locking his door.

On the way home I rubbed the fingers that had his lingering heat still in them. Would he want to kiss me like I want to kiss him?

#g/t #duck it #giant/tiny #wholesome giantess #cam and kate #we back bitches... maybe #these fools

[workingchemistry]

After rambling paragraphs in your comment section I have come on Tumblr to write more lmao. Seriously I wrote 4 journal pages of thoughts about your au it's very good!

Ok so first, I love how the fight dynamic is: jump Fox when he is being stupid -> 17 breaks up fight -> profit. Except now everything's all wrong so they had to call 17 over to fix things in post. Just hilarious and good continuity.

Your manipulative Fox is excellent show don't tell. It's honestly really hard to write a smart dude without being basically psychic or actually failing a lot. So like even though a lot of people love manipulative Fox it's hard to show in such a low stakes fashion. Usually wr just see him blackmailing people or otherwise winning instead of slowing gathering intel and influencing someone. The pacing and POV just makes it work.

Ace!Fox and Allo!Bly solidarity is hilarious. It cracks me up that the Kaminoans somehow didn't realize that most of the clones are ace spectrum. Like i question if the whole defective CT for CC batches worked even once as intended when every CC is only interested in adoption. "Natborns are obsessed with sex" indeed. Fox knows what's up.

Fox being more genuine with Bly and 17 and even Laruk was adorable. Especially with 17 where we got to realize that all the cadet style military discipline is affectionate with 17. Feral!Fox and his barely older dad my beloved.

I love how the deterministic gene editing totally matters but also doesn't matter much at all. Like all it really did is make a hierarchical family dynamic. Alphas will absolutely parent solo because they are competitive. CCs are big on being at the middle level of parenting and ori'vod-ing because they are only as competitive (for affection) as necessary to get the primary position in a cuddle pile. CTs are totally comfy with looking after younger siblings while still being looked after by the CCs. Ultimately they are all chomping at the bit to create a found family irrespective of genes.

Satine and Fox are so interesting because Satine cares that he is bleeding because of her principles not because she is being kind. Fox likewise pretends to be nice constantly so that she doesn't die on his watch and he gets blamed. Like him expressing understanding over natborn women being uncomfortable with men is just so he can do his job. He gets it but he doesn't really care about a stranger's hypothetical trauma.

Caring about your appearance is absolutely not a baseline experience for clones. Choosing to deviate from regulation at all is a huge expression of individuality even if you still present as a man.

Also like, Satine they are not soldiers by choice. Why would they have a culture that values violence above all else when they don't choose that life. As Fox was explaining in the creche, violence between vode is about love and survival, bot bloodthirsty bloodthirstyness or glory.

Also yeah, Satine will be totally offended by Fox's philosophy on death and murder. "The only deaths I care about are my brothers and they die all the time. If the purge was real I would fix the overcrowding in the senate dome no problem."

lol. They had a Method. It’s always a struggle when your younger brother is both smarter and dumber than you are. Usually beating him up and getting lecture by the only person he listens to is effective but then they tried to beat him up without Seventeen being there and it just didn’t work as well.

Ahh. Thank you. 😭 Fox is so fun as an unreliable narrator because he’s being purposeful about what he tells people when and even what he lets himself thing about but it makes me so nervous that I’m showing too much of my hand lol.

😂😂 I’m just too obsessed with the idea of the clones being ace mostly because I’m ace and so I love the idea of a culture where being allo is met with confusion. I don’t think the Kaminoans thought about sex drive at all until the trainer pops up saying it’s a problem. They give the CCs a CT and they seem more pliable so I guess it must have worked. Meanwhile the CCs are losing their minds over having a new tubie to take care of and mother hen. The CTs on the other hand are dubious but willing to be babied bc they’ve gone from living under the threat of decom to being protected by the most feral clones they’ve ever met. 😂

Seventeen acts a lot more aggressive than he really is. He’s not against thrashing his kids to make them behave but he always does it with affection. I just love to think about like Kenobi and company realizing their commanders and troopers are actually the semi domesticated version when they start digging into things and see the kinda shit that Fox and the Corries pull off unsupervised.

That is such a perfect description. 😭 the Aureks are extremely possessive and don’t really trust each other while the CCs don’t really trust outsiders. The CTs on the other hand are comparatively easy going despite what natborns think. They see these men doing crazy things on the battle and think they’re insane but actually CTs are very affectionate and willing to adopt everyone into their found families. They’re just also more willing to listen to a no. Aureks Will Forcibly adopt anyone from the younger series and CCs will latch onto anyone and dig their teeth in until they’ve subdued their targets.

Satine is so much fun to play against Fox because they’re kind of the same subset of person but with different ideals. They both come across as very helpful and caring and it’s not that they aren’t but they aren’t altruistic—even though Satine values altruism, everything she does is to further her ideals and people so it’s not actually good for good’s sake. Satine cares about Fox’s wellbeing because she feels responsible for him and Fox cares about Satine’s wellbeing because he is responsible for her. She wouldn’t be more sad about him dying than she would any rando and he would say good riddance to her if his family could get away with it.

The clones in other battalions get to play around with their appearance at least, but Fox can’t let his Corries even do that. Too much hinges on them being interchangeable. Those with identifying scars get pulled off of Senate duty and when he got his facial scar he had a whole breakdown because it meant he couldn’t step in and pretend to the others anymore. So that means what little individuality he can give to them is extremely precious and if that’s just which pronouns and names being used, he will fight for them. If they are already too identifiable with scars, he lets them grow out their hair and dye it as long as they leave enough undyed roots so it can be shaved off in an emergency. Makeup and nail polish and accessories are shared freely and used by everyone regardless of gender identity within the barracks.

The love/violence and inaction/hate culture clash is so fun to me. Like hurting your brother so that the trainer doesn’t do it is love as far as the vode are concerned. Standing aside and not correcting a mistake is setting your brother up for a decom. Satine’s preconceived notions about war and the reasons natborns fight doesn’t fit when these are just men who aren’t allowed to anything else. Like sure they enjoy killing sometimes. They enjoy getting a job done and they’re desensitized to murder. It has nothing to do with the actual killing. Later this will be highlightened when we get to see Fox doing the bare minimum to protect a natborn compared to Rex, Cody, Wolffe, and Bly all nearly killing themselves to protect their generals. Inaction vs action is a huge thing for them. Fox quite quit his job years ago. He’s just keeping his men alive at this point. Fuck everyone else.

Fox really said if the terrorists wanted to be harder to catch that would be great actually. Oh no he’s accidentally dropping the plans to the senate dome. If he could guarantee that no one would be alive to retaliate afterwards, he’d commit a murder spree, take his troopers, and book it out of there.

#commander fox #duchess satine