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skz-streamer · 7 months

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Manspreading S/o

Pairing: Skz x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fluff fluff FLUFFFFF

Notes: ITS FINALLY HERE IM SORRYYYY. umm so I tried to make multiple different types of scenarios instead of just reactions so yea The Ask :) @kai-lee08

Summary: Skz reactions to their s/o manspreading

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Full word count ~4.3k ;)

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Chan:

As the stars started to twinkle in the sky, Chan made his way to a charming little café tucked away in a quiet corner. The soft chime of the bell above the door signaled his arrival, and his eyes immediately sought out the familiar face he had been yearning to see. There you were, sitting at a corner table with a cup of coffee in front of you, engrossed in a book. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders, and a contented smile curved your lips as you turned a page.

Chan's heart fluttered as he approached you, a fond smile gracing his features. He took a moment to admire you from afar, his eyes tracing the curve of your profile, how your lashes fluttered as you read, and how your lips formed silent words. He felt a sense of warmth wash over him, knowing he was lucky to have you by his side.

Gently clearing his throat, Chan leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek, announcing his presence. Your eyes lit up with delight as you closed your book and looked up at him, the love in your gaze unmistakable. "Hey, you," you greeted your voice a soothing melody to his ears.

"Hey, beautiful," Chan replied, his voice laced with affection. He pulled out the chair across from you and took a seat, his fingers instinctively finding their way to yours. The comforting touch was a silent reassurance, a promise that he was there with you at that moment, undistracted and fully present.

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As the evening wore on, you engaged in animated conversation, sharing stories, dreams, and the little moments that made your hearts skip a beat. The laughter flowed freely, carrying with it a sense of companionship that was unique to the two of you. Amidst the chatter, Chan's eyes occasionally strayed down to your legs, snug in a comfortable pair of sweatpants.

It was during one of these stolen glances that Chan noticed something that made his eyebrows raise in mild surprise. You were sitting with your legs spread out. It was an unfamiliar sight, especially coming from someone like you, who always kept her legs perfectly crossed one on top of another when you and Chan went on dates. Yet now the contrast between your carefree pose and the elegance you exuded intrigued Chan.

For a moment, Chan's gaze lingered on your legs, his thoughts swirling like the currents of a river. He observed the way your body language seemed relaxed and unguarded as if you were entirely at ease in your own skin. He smiled to himself knowing that you were comfortable with him, that you didn’t have to worry about being perfect around him

He admired your confidence, the way carried yourself, and how you embraced your comfort above all else. To him, this was just another layer of your personality that he was discovering, another thread that wove into the intricate tapestry of who you were.

After a while, you caught on to his gaze and the curious smile on his lips. "Is there something on your mind?" you asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Chan chuckled softly, his gaze meeting yours with warmth and affection. "I was just admiring how effortlessly you make even the unconventional look captivating."

You laughed, a gentle blush gracing your cheeks. “To be honest I didn’t even notice my posture, I guess it shows that I’m comfy with you, huh?." You giggle at the last word.

Chan replied, his tone filled with admiration, “Always".

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Lee Know:

In a quaint little cat cafe nestled in a cozy corner of the city, a sweet and endearing scene was about to unfold. The soft chatter of patrons and the gentle purring of feline companions provided a soothing backdrop as you awaited the arrival of your boyfriend, Lee Know. It was only your fourth date, but the connection you felt with him had already begun to bloom, and a sense of comfort and safety enveloped you.

As you sat in the lounge, your leg bounced slightly with anticipation and nervousness. You had been dating for just over a month, and although you already felt at ease with Lee Know, there was still that hint of butterflies fluttering within you. Your gaze was fixed on the entrance, heart skipping a beat when you spotted him making his way inside. Quickly, you adjusted your posture, shifting from a relaxed, legs-spread-out pose to a crisscrossed position. With a subtle tug, you secured your hair into a neat ponytail, hoping to present your best self to him.

Lee Know's observant eyes didn't miss a beat. He couldn't help but notice the subtle change in your posture as you caught sight of him. A tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the warmth of his affectionate gaze enveloping you like a soft embrace. He wanted to reassure you, to let you know that you could indeed be yourself around him, but he wasn't quite sure how to convey it just yet.

Approaching you with that familiar, confident stride, Lee Know settled onto the couch beside you. The cats in the cafe seemed to sense his presence, gravitating toward him like he was a magnet for their affection. A playful glint danced in his eyes as he engaged with the cats, forming an instant and heartwarming bond. The two of you were soon joined by a fluffy feline friend, which Lee Know carefully placed onto your lap in the hopes that the cuddly creature might help ease your nerves.

Despite the soft fur and gentle purring against your thighs, you found it a bit challenging to fully relax. Lee Know's caring gesture, however, had not gone unnoticed. His understanding nature and genuine concern for your comfort only deepened your fondness for him. With a deep breath, you leaned back into the couch, feeling his warm hand landing gently on your leg.

"Jagi, you can be comfortable with me," he murmured softly, his voice like a gentle breeze that calmed your fluttering heart. His words held an unspoken promise, a reassurance that you were cherished and accepted just as you were.

As if drawn by an invisible force, you snuggled closer to him, the shared warmth and affection between you two intertwining like a cozy blanket. The cat on your lap seemed to sense the newfound ease, nuzzling against your hand as you continued to pet it. Lee Know's fingers traced light patterns on your leg, a silent gesture that conveyed his desire to make you feel at ease.

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Changbin

Walking into the gym, the air hums with determination and sweat, a testament to the effort put in by everyone present, including you and Changbin. The clatter of weights and the steady rhythm of deep breaths create a backdrop of dedication and resolve. Today's workout holds the promise of challenge and growth, fueling your heart with a blend of excitement and readiness.

In workout attire designed for movement and comfort, a surge of confidence surges through you. This day is reserved for pushing your boundaries and embracing your inner strength. As you and Changbin approach a bench, a spontaneous idea takes hold – to sit with the same confidence that Changbin exudes on stage.

Gracefully, you take a seat on the bench, finding a relaxed posture that lets you settle comfortably. The motion feels natural, a testament to the self-assuredness within you. Amid the active environment, you catch Changbin's gaze. Anticipating his playful tease or comment, his reaction takes you pleasantly by surprise.

Changbin looks at you with a mix of admiration and warmth. It's as if he sees the essence of your confidence, appreciating the genuine energy radiating from you. His silent approval bolsters your determination, and you share a playful smile.

"You like what you see?" you ask, with a hint of playful challenge.

Changbin's lips curve into a faint smile, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely"

Reclining on the bench, your arms rest comfortably behind you, and a feeling of liberation envelops you. It's not about mimicking stereotypical behavior; it's about embracing your identity and assuming a posture that aligns with your comfort. The simple truth becomes clear – confidence knows no gender boundaries; it's a sentiment accessible to all.

Changbin draws nearer, his proximity creating a sense of solidarity amidst the gym's dynamic environment. "You know," he begins, his tone contemplative, "moments like these make me appreciate you even more."

Raising an eyebrow, you're genuinely curious. "Oh? Why is that?"

Changbin's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, a gesture that symbolizes unity and encouragement. "I don’t know, you inspire me," he admits, his gaze unwavering.

A smile tugs at your lips, your heart swelling with a medley of emotions. "You inspire me too.”

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Hyunjin

The city's energy buzzes around you as you walk hand in hand with Hyunjin. The sun's warm rays cast a gentle glow over the bustling streets, lending a sense of magic to the urban landscape. With your heart dancing to the rhythm of the city, you find yourself caught in a unique adventure with your partner. Today is different – Hyunjin has a camera slung around his neck, and he's made it clear that he wants to capture the beauty he sees in you.

Nerves tangle with excitement as you begin this impromptu photoshoot. You stand in a quaint alleyway, your flared jeans peeking out from under your dainty patterned top. Legs crossed, you tilt your head shyly, unsure of how to pose. Hyunjin's encouraging smile soothes your apprehension as he clicks a few shots. His presence, the reassuring warmth of his hand in yours, gives you the courage to embrace this experience.

With every snap of the camera, your nervousness begins to wane. Hyunjin's compliments and playful encouragements weave a tapestry of comfort around you. You find yourself slowly unfurling, letting your inhibitions slip away like discarded layers. The patterned cuteness of your top, a reflection of your personality, becomes a part of the story these photos are weaving.

As the photoshoot continues, Hyunjin's lens captures your every move. The city becomes your backdrop, and you feel like you're dancing with the sunlight as it filters through the gaps between buildings. It's amidst this evolving confidence that you catch a glimpse of yourself in a window's reflection – your flared jeans peeking out, and the notion strikes you. It's time for a change, a bolder stance.

Gently, almost naturally, you shift your position. Your legs part slightly, your flared jeans embracing the newfound space. You embody the confidence that Hyunjin sees in you, and let it manifest physically.

Hyunjin observes your shift from a distance, his admiration evident in his gaze. The click of the camera slows, his focus on you sharpening. The breeze carries whispers of your newfound courage, and the city around you seems to bow in appreciation. His eyes never leave you as you bask in this self-assured moment, each photo capturing a different facet of your radiance.

As the sun starts its descent, you and Hyunjin find yourselves nestled in a cozy café. With steaming cups of coffee before you, you lean into each other, the afternoon's adventure a shared memory. His gaze is a blend of affection and pride, and you can't help but question his lingering glances.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask with a playful grin, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Hyunjin's lips curl into a tender smile, his hand finding yours across the table. "Because you're incredible, you know that?”

A gentle blush creeps across your cheeks, his words touching your heart. "It's all thanks to you and your camera."

Leaning in, Hyunjin's voice is a soft murmur, meant for you alone. "I want you to feel as loved as I see you. That's why I took those photos – to capture the moments when you embraced your true self, unapologetically."

His words resonate deeply within you, and before you can respond, he's drawing you closer. His kisses are tender, a silent affirmation of his affection. He wraps you in his arms, creating a cocoon of warmth and security. As your heart beats in sync with his, you realize that his love isn't just about the person you are – it's about celebrating the person you're becoming.

"Why all the kisses and hugs?" you finally ask, your voice a gentle inquiry.

Hyunjin's eyes meet yours, his gaze steady and sincere. "Because I want to love you as much as you love yourself."

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Jisung

In the serene cocoon of your shared apartment, the air is infused with an intimacy that only comes from being truly at ease. You find yourself lounging on the couch, your phone in hand, engrossed in its glowing screen. Jisung, your partner and confidant, settles in beside you. As he takes his seat, he notices something about you – something that makes his heart swell with affection.

There you are, sitting on the couch, your legs comfortably sprawled out, and a look of effortless relaxation gracing your features. You're unguarded, unfiltered – a side of you that's reserved only for the sanctuary of your shared space. Jisung can't help but admire this domestic version of you, where you're not concerned about appearances or pretenses.

With a quiet chuckle, he mimics your stance, spreading his legs wide and giggling to himself. He's captivated by the genuineness of this moment, where you both can just be, without the weight of the world's expectations.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, curiosity and a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. You're met with an impish grin that hints at his mischief. In a heartbeat, he surprises you, pulling you by the waist and guiding you to his lap. Giggles bubble up from both of you, mingling in the air as he peppers your neck with playful kisses.

Your heart races as his lips leave a trail of affection down your neck. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, but it's a welcomed one. Turning to face him, you straddle his lap, meeting his eyes with a mixture of surprise and affection. As you rest your forehead against his chest, you can hear his heart beating, a steady rhythm that matches your own.

Jisung's fingers brush against your back, drawing soothing circles that further anchor you to this moment of intimacy. He whispers those three precious words – "I love you" – a declaration that fills the space between you with warmth and tenderness. Your heart swells in response, your love for him so profound it's almost tangible.

With a sweet smile, you tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It's a simple exchange, but it speaks volumes of the love and understanding you share. In this quiet embrace, on his lap, in the privacy of your apartment, you find a space where your true selves can flourish.

Wrapped up in each other's arms, you rest your head on his shoulder, his embrace cocooning you in a sense of security and contentment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this cherished bubble of affection.

In these moments, where you can be unapologetically yourself, Jisung sees you for who you indeed are. He cherishes the unfiltered you, the one that's free from the pressures of the outside world. And you, in turn, find solace in his embrace, knowing that here, in the heart of your shared apartment and in the arms of your partner, you are loved for every facet of your being.

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Felix

You find yourself seated at the edge of your bed, legs comfortably spread as you immerse yourself in the pages of a book. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts a warm glow, creating a cozy haven that feels like home.

As you read, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open draws your attention. There he is – Felix, your partner, freshly emerged from the shower. His wet hair clings to his forehead and dangles adorably over his forehead, droplets glistening like stars caught in his ebony locks. The sight of him, with his endearing freckles dotting his bare skin, never fails to make your heart flutter.

Felix takes a seat beside you, his expression a mix of distress and exhaustion. You look at him with concern, bookmarking your book as you set it aside. "Everything okay, Lix?" you inquire gently, your eyes searching his.

He sighs, running a hand through his damp hair, and gives you a tired smile. "Yeah, just a headache. I think the shower helped a bit, though."

Without a second thought, he rests his hand on your thigh, his touch soothing and affectionate. It's moments like these that remind you of the comfort you share, where words aren't always necessary to convey care.

Your gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before an idea forms in your mind. "Hey, come sit in between my legs," you suggest, your voice gentle and inviting.

He blinks, his confusion giving way to a faint smile as he realizes what you're suggesting. Without hesitation, he shifts his position, moving to sit in the cozy nook you've created. It's a position he's come to love – one where he can be close to you, enveloped in your presence in a way that words can't quite describe.

With him situated comfortably between your legs, you begin to gently card your fingers through his damp hair. His eyes flutter shut, and a contented sigh escapes him as he leans back, his head nestled against your chest. The rhythm of your fingers on his scalp becomes a soothing melody, easing away the remnants of his headache and filling the room with a sense of tranquility.

He melts against you, his breaths growing slower and more even. The physical closeness, the reassuring touch, it's a testament to the unspoken connection you share. You feel his tension easing, his body relaxing against yours as the gentle massage works its magic.

In this intimate moment, you're attuned to each other's presence. Felix's warmth against your chest, the steady rise and fall of his breaths, they're like a symphony of comfort. And as your fingers continue their gentle dance, you're reminded of the power of touch, of how it can convey care, affection, and a deep-seated bond.

Minutes stretch into a timeless embrace, and as his body relaxes further, you feel a soft, contented sigh vibrate against your chest. The ambiance of the room, the warmth of your connection, it's all a testament to the beauty of these quiet, unfiltered moments shared between two souls.

Eventually, as the tranquil cocoon of your shared space envelops you both, you ease back onto the bed, Felix still nestled against you. The book lies forgotten, replaced by the rhythmic dance of your fingers in his hair. And as the gentle embrace of slumber beckons, you feel Felix press a soft kiss against your neck, a silent gesture of gratitude and affection.

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Seungmin

Amidst the elegant ambiance of the fancy dinner, you radiate an aura of confidence and allure. You're dressed in a stunning black dress that perfectly molds to your curves, featuring a daring leg slit that runs down to your ankles. The dress is a testament to your grace, the embodiment of sophistication that you carry with such poise.

As you wait for your table to be ready, you find respite on a nearby bench. Your legs are spread comfortably, a gesture that defies conventional expectations. The long dress drapes around you, its dark fabric contrasting beautifully against your skin. Your nonchalant demeanor speaks volumes – you're comfortable in your own skin, unburdened by the societal norms that dictate how one should sit while wearing a dress.

Your stance defies expectations, a bold statement of your individuality. Some might assume that a dress warrants legs kept together, but you've never been one to conform. The confidence you exude draws a few glances, but you pay them no mind. You revel in being true to yourself, a sentiment that's become an integral part of your identity.

And then, your partner, Seungmin, appears on the scene. His gaze locks onto you, and his expression softens, his heart stirred by the sight of you. He finds you absolutely captivating – not just because of the elegance of your attire, but because of the way you exude confidence and authenticity. You've always known how to make heads turn, not just by dressing up but by owning it, by radiating confidence that captivates all who come into your orbit.

Seungmin approaches you, his presence a warm and reassuring embrace. Without hesitation, he claims the space next to you, his hand resting on your inner thigh. His touch is possessive, a silent declaration of his admiration and affection. He scatters tender kisses along your neck, a trail of affection that leaves you tingling.

You're no stranger to his displays of affection, his way of expressing his love for you. It's a language unique to your relationship, one that needs no words. You've grown accustomed to the way he finds you irresistible in this pose, how it makes him feel like the luckiest person in the world to have a partner who's not only beautiful but confident in her own skin.

The quiet murmurs of the surrounding crowd fade into the background as Seungmin's lips press against your skin. His affectionate gestures are his way of conveying how much he cherishes you, and how he admires your strength and individuality. In a world that often tries to mold individuals into a predefined shape, you're a breath of fresh air, a reminder that true beauty emanates from within.

You turn your head slightly, your eyes meeting his with an understanding that transcends words. The intimacy between you is palpable, a bond formed not just by shared experiences but by a deep appreciation for each other's essence. In this shared moment, the world around you seems to dissolve, leaving only the connection you share.

With a gentle, loving smile, you reach out to him, your fingers grazing his cheek. Seungmin's eyes reflect a mixture of desire and adoration, and in response, you lean in, your lips finding him in a sweet and tender kiss. It's a fusion of passion and intimacy, a testament to the profound love that defines your relationship.

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Jeongin

In the cozy embrace of your shared apartment, you sit on the couch, surrounded by open books and the weight of impending exams. Your concentration is unwavering, and your determination to conquer your studies is evident in the way you hunch over the coffee table. Hair gathered in a messy bun, you're deeply engrossed in the world of academia.

The door creaks open, and you sense Jeongin's arrival before you see him. His presence exudes a comforting energy that interrupts your focus. You look up, greeted by his warm smile as he steps into view. "Hi, love," you greet him with affection, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

"Hey," he replies, his voice gentle as he takes in the scene before him. Books sprawled across the coffee table, you engrossed in your studies. Concern and fondness reflect in his eyes as he asks, "Are you hungry?"

You pause, realizing the hours have flown by and hunger has crept in. "Yeah, I could use a break," you admit, your smile growing as he approaches the couch.

With a natural ease, he settles right in between your legs, the open books and the coffee table becoming a backdrop to the space you share. He's close, nestled comfortably against you, and you can't help but admire the way his presence fills the room with warmth.

"How about I order some food for us?" he suggests, his tone carrying the gentle cadence of someone who cares deeply.

"That sounds perfect," you reply, grateful for his thoughtful gesture. His ability to provide comfort and support without you having to ask is something you cherish deeply.

As he places the food order on his phone, his gaze lingers on the open books before turning to meet yours. "Need any help with your studying?" he offers his willingness to assist clearly in his eyes.

A soft smile graces your lips, touched by his genuine concern. "Actually, that would be really helpful," you admit, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his offer.

He glances at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "As long as I can sit right here," he playfully insists, his gaze fixated on you.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and you scoot over slightly to accommodate him. "Of course, you can sit here," you agree, creating a cozy space where he's nestled between your legs.

A pleased grin lights up his features as he settles in comfortably. It's a position he clearly relishes – close to you, surrounded by the comforting scent of your presence, and in a spot that feels uniquely his.

"Alright, let's get started," he announces, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

With his encouragement, you embark on a journey of quizzing and revision. His questions are thoughtful, challenging your understanding while keeping the atmosphere light and enjoyable. He's not just a partner; he's a steadfast pillar of support, someone who wants to see you succeed and is willing to lend a helping hand.

As the quizzing continues, your connection deepens. You're not just learning; you're sharing moments of growth, laughter, and mutual encouragement. And all the while, he's right there, nestled between your legs, a presence that grounds you and fuels your determination.

As the delicious scent of food wafts through the air, signaling the arrival of your meal, you both pause to relish the moment. Jeongin leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he playfully asks, "Ready for a break?"

Meeting his gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye, you nod. "Definitely."

With that, you wrap your arms around him from behind, holding him in a warm embrace. Your legs are spread comfortably on the couch, and he fits perfectly between them, his presence an extension of your closeness.

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underdark-dreams · 7 months

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Request from @smolpocketmonstercoffee that I accidently deleted when I was trying to kill a spider (fucking wish I was kidding 😭)

🖤 HCs: Dammon / Rolan as new dads 🖤

Dammon:

Dammon seems like the type to want a family, probably a large one, and let’s be honest fatherhood would come SO naturally to him

After everything he’s been through in Elturel and Avernus, the challenge of raising a child doesn’t phase him one bit

Much more elated than he is nervous about the prospect

When Dammon holds his baby for the first time, he wants you to be right beside him. Pulls you close so you can look at this beautiful new little life together

He might say something a little sappy (“Look at what we made, love”), but coming from him it is somehow 100% sincere and extremely sweet

He’s that type of dad to have a conversation with his baby whenever they’re fussing/crying

“Oh dearest. Oh darling. What’s the matter? Hush, little one, I’m here—”

He would rock his baby to sleep with stories about Elturel and their people's history. Even when they’re still too little to understand, it’s very important to him that your child learns about their culture and where they came from

You both do a great job at alternating the night shift duties during the first months. Dammon offers to generously take more than his share, even when he's running on 2 hours of sleep already. But you know he needs all the rest he can get since his work takes a lot of energy

During the day he wears one of those baby slings to keep your child wrapped safe and secure against his chest, even while he's at work in his forge

You're a little skeptical about it until you glimpse your baby’s eyes closed fast asleep against Dammon even as he loudly tempers a sword with his hammer. Truly their father's child. It's the most adorable picture

As a dad, Dammon would place a lot of weight on teaching your child the difference between right and wrong. He encourages them to be thoughtful and kind to others always

And he's a very kind father himself. When your little one gets hurt, they run to Dammon 90% of the time over you for comfort. He's the resident expert at kissing it better

He makes them feel secure they can come to him with anything, even when they messed up/did something bad

Sometimes Dammon is too much of a softie and lets his child get away with little things. Many bedtimes are extended when Dammon is left in charge. He just doesn't always have the will to resist their little hands grabbing his face to ask please

And he’s so easily distracted whenever his kid wants to play. He’ll abandon his work for hours to take them on walks to the park, build with toys, wrestle, all of it. You find them out in the yard playing knights a lot

Dammon loves when they’re old enough to go for rides on his shoulders, little hands holding on to his horns for balance. He takes them around the city and plays ‘say what you see’ to help them learn their words

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Rolan:

Of course, he is overjoyed when you tell him. But something tells me Rolan’s next reaction to finding out he’s going to be a dad would be a very focused and existential freakout

There’s so many things he has to do, you and he have so much to prepare for, he wants his child to come into a perfect world & feels responsible for making it that way

Bit of a panic attack dad. You have to encourage him to breathe & relax & take things one day at a time

Late at night though, you just know Rolan’s lying awake wondering what if you two didn’t pre-pre-register for the absolute best preschool in Baldur’s Gate?

They’re his child, so they’re bound to be a magical prodigy. And he is determined to give them every advantage he never had growing up

When holding his baby for the first time: the first thing he feels is a sense of overwhelming protectiveness

Rolan has experienced some dark, unfair shit in his life. He knows the world can be a very harsh and unforgiving place, especially to Tieflings

Rolan always thought of himself as a more instinctual, look-out-for-yourself-first type. But looking at this tiny bundle in his arms, he would give anything to protect them

He's overwhelmed with love at every detail: tail no longer than his palm, ruddy skin the same shade as his, little golden eyes blinking up at him

"They've got my eyes!" He tells you in pure excitement, smiling and tearing up at the same time

Rolan is surprisingly natural with all the infant care things: changing, feeding, putting down for sleep, etc. He picked up a lot from growing up in foster homes and taking care of Cal and Lia when they were all young

That doesn’t make him any more conscious when it’s his turn to wake up in the middle of the night. He will rise from bed like a zombie, eyes barely cracked open, tending to his little one’s cries guided by an overwhelming force of instinct

Although he's got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders as master of Ramazith Tower, Rolan insists on splitting up childcare duties evenly so you can get your own work done. Balances your little cooing Tiefling baby on his hip while he’s giving his pupils their evocation lecture

They all respect him too much to say anything about it (ok Rolan is still pretty intimidating too)

If and when his child shows their first signs of magical talent, Rolan is completely overcome with emotion. He might have to excuse himself for a minute to collect his feelings alone

He was hoping this day would come, but he could never be sure. They will have the best, most patient, most dedicated teacher in all of Faerûn

He’s an excellent teacher with other things, too. Rolan always wants to hear about what your little one learned in school today & he’s always ready to help with homework or extra tutoring

And when it comes to babysitting, Cal and Lia are lifesavers. They make it possible for you and Rolan to slip away for some alone time at least once a week

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mysticmunson · 1 year

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alpha!eddie and omega!reader where reader works with an asshole alpha who wants some claim over her and tries not to tell eddie because she knows he’ll be super protective (which she loves and appreciates but likes her joke and doesn’t wanna start trouble) but he comes in one day to spend her break with her, pick her up early, idk something like that and sees/hears him harassing her and steps in?? idk maybe that’s stupid but im a sucker for protective eddie so bad

covered: alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader

authors note: hi ur ask is not stupid at all and i loved it! i appreciate any ask i receive, especially one as amazing as this.

warnings: unwanted flirting, harassment, unwarranted touching, aggression, knives, mentions of breeding (18+ no minors)

Down on South County Road sat a quaint bookstore, the isles neatly lined, set in place based on genre and author. Receiving the job in senior year, you stayed after graduation, working between college courses.

The owners were an elderly married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Whittaker, not up to the trends of CD’s or mixtapes, preferring the records they had collected from their youth. When you presented, they were kind and wished you well, assuring your job security when you returned. It made the process so much easier, bringing a casserole when you returned to work.

It was only a few blocks away from Eddie’s work, a local mechanic shop owned by a friend of Wayne’s, though he would’ve gotten the job without the association. He was skilled with his hand, an advantage for work and for you.

The close proximity was beneficial for you both, knowing that each other was only a walk away if anything occurred. The two of you were practically inseparable since you presented, his innate characterizations coming to life as he felt immense responsibility for your safety and wellbeing.

However, the time apart was healthy, giving you each time to acclimate to your new way of life and, simultaneously, regaining the normalcy of the past. This plan seemed perfect for you two until you met Jack, the new hire at the bookstore.

Standing a bit over 6’2, his athletic build was helpful for reaching higher shelves just out of your reach. He had attracted a crowd of girls on most of his shifts, his dirty blond hair that swooped over his circular glasses containing his green eyes made most women light up.

Those green iris’ of his didn’t stay on them though, they looked at you, ever since you came back from your heat. The notion that you could sense an alpha seemed preposterous until it occurred to you, immediately diagnosing his type.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.” He’d quip at any request, flashing his marginally crooked teeth, that were sweet at first.

Cindy, your coworker, had told Jack you were taken, but he couldn’t believe it. He felt the need to be yours and when an alpha became determined, there would be little to deter them.

His desires became more prominent as you worked together, using any and all opportunities to be in close proximity, taking control of situations that seemed slightly tense, and stating how you were ‘a perfect omega’.

Despite the uncomfort, you loved your job and didn’t want to work anywhere else. So you refrained from telling Eddie, knowing it would be a hardsell to make him relaxed with you there. He trusted you completely, but he didn’t trust other people, especially other mateless alpha’s around you. Even the thought of him with a needy omega made you physically ill.

It was a gloomy Thursday as you worked the morning shift, an old Tchaikovsky record spinning to give the room some life as you organized the bookmarks. As badly as you wished to be home, you knew this would likely be your final shift before your upcoming heat.

As the time of the month approached, you felt more vulnerable than usual, not wanting to leave Eddie’s side. The days before made you more sensitive to everything. When music was too chaotic, when voices raised too high, and when anyone touched you felt head spinning for a variety of reasons.

With your break at 12:30, Jack was scheduled to come in at 12, strolling in a few minutes past. His blue button up was tucked into his tan dress pants, oxfords shuffling on the welcome mat to rid of the dirt from the parking lot. Flashing a toothless smile, he made his way to clock in.

“You look beautiful today, omega.” He said softly, looking at you up and down as you adjusted the kids book section. You had asked him to stop calling you omega, just your birth name, but he always seemed to forget.

The lilac dress fit well around your bust and flowed at your waist, tied on your shoulders in small bows. Your ballet flats made the higher shelves more difficult to reach, creasing the sides as you slid a red Ronald Dahl novel in.

“Here, let me help.” Jack insisted, standing behind you and taking the book from your grasp. Placing it, you could hear the sharp inhale he took as he stood behind you, his frame capturing in.

Turning around, you were stopped by his chest as he looked down at you, an odd flash of protection, control, and lust. Your eyes widened as your back went against the wooden bookcase, hating the way your body froze.

It was unnerving to know people could sense your intimate nature, even more so when you know they wanted something out of it. As the anxiety coursed through your veins, your hands trembled, holding them within one another.

“I know you’re scared, I can help.” Jack assured, bringing little comfort, “I can take care of you, let me.”

Shaking your head, you managed to slide away, going back behind the counter. Though free from his immediate reach, the seed had been planted in his mind, he wanted you and you could tell.

Jack’s chest puffed out, his stature went from relaxed to rigid, back to your side in seconds. His green eyes had never felt more scorching, drilling into the side of your head as you checked the time, only 2 minutes from your break.

“You’re gonna be my sweet omega, aren’t you? Can feel how sensitive you are right now, I can fix it.” He cooed, but his words felt painful, searing into your skin. Stomach twisting with anxiety, you swallowed the growing lump in your throat.

“I have an alpha, Jack.” You whispered, stamping the inside of a magazine about to be put out for guests to read. The covers of Cosmopolitan and People doing nothing to block the man from his intense gaze.

A condescending ticking noise came from his pink lips, “Oh omega, if they’re so good, why are you here? Why aren’t they here to help? I’m always by your side to help, aren’t I?”

The words left his mouth as Eddie walked into the store, your favorite pizza held in a to-go container as he took his break, deciding to surprise you due to knowing how susceptible you felt recently.

He was aware of your new coworker, but only knew their name and his vigilance was sprouting. As he rounded the isles, he heard the voice becoming more intense, making his steps hasten.

Coming into eyesight of the cash register, he saw your timid frame trapped between two firm grasps, “I can sense your heat, omega, let me help. We’d make such beautiful pups.”

A blood vessel nearly bursted inside Eddie’s forehead as he witnessed your rigid stance, tears lining your eyes with a wobbling lip. His grip went to the man's shirt as he dropped the box on the counter, holding him by the collar.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if I see you near her again, I’ll make you unrecognizable.” Eddie barked, Jack’s feet slightly off the ground as you scurried to the other side of the wall.

With a condescending laugh, Jack broke from his hold, shoving him backwards. “If we’re fighting for her, I’m taking you down, freak.”

“Sweetheart, go to my truck.” Eddie commanded, glancing back to see you grab your purse and scurrying away.

The man before him pushed his sleeves to his elbows, cracking his neck in preparation, but Eddie waited till the sound of the front door bell clang. As it shut, he grabbed his fringe and shoved his head against the wall.

The grunt was music to Eddie’s ears as he grabbed his switchblade from his boot, flicking it open to hold near the, now, nervous man’s bobbing Adam’s Apple. The cool metal grazed against his warm skin, his fight gone. It was how Eddie knew Jack didn’t give a shit about you, he wasn’t fighting hard.

“You are going to finish this shift for her, work through her time off, then quit and never speak to her again. If I see your weasel-ass face, I will make sure you never have children. Don’t look at her, don’t smell her, and if you touch her? You won’t breathe long enough to beg for forgiveness.” Eddie gritted, seeing the fear in Jack’s face, the one of an alpha who hasn’t mated and hasn’t matured.

“Okay, just get off of me, please.” He struggled to get out, feeling the blade against the soft skin of his throat.

Dropping him, he stormed out with the box in hand, seeing your moderately more relaxed frame from inside the blue pickup. Adrenaline in his veins, he opened the door sharply and shut it just as precisely.

Cupping your cheek, he leaned in to give a heartfelt kiss, his thumb repeating calming motions.

“Let’s go home, darling.” He sighed, his arm going behind you as he backed out of the parking spot. The action alone made your stomach flutter, feeling the burning sensation of need. Before you could fret, vocally, about the remainder of your day, he smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I got you covered.”

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nayatarot777 · 1 year

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what do you need to admire yourself for? ~ pac

*pics not mine. they’re from pinterest

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• pile 1 • 🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼

hi pile 1! welcome to your reading ☺️

one of your most admirable traits is your ability to break through limitations and barriers - most of which i feel are set in place by others or external circumstances outside of your control. you guys may have been raised by a family who put so much burden and unnecessary expectations onto you. they expected you to handle most of the responsibilities that the grown adults should’ve been handling. this doesn’t just have to be things like chores. i’m picking up on parenting children (most likely your siblings) when you were just a child yourself.

for others of you, your parents were extremely hard workers when you were growing up, so you were left with the responsibility of being the parent at home when your parents were working to sustain the family financially. for those of you who this message resonates with, please remember that although your parents did their absolute best to provide for you and your siblings, you still have the right to feel like your childhood was robbed of you. that doesn’t mean that you’re calling your parents “bad parents”. it just means that the responsibilities of the family that they created clashed with their financial responsibilities and unfortunately, you were the one who the extra responsibility was added onto (presumably because you’re the eldest). you still had the right to a healthy childhood, it’s just that circumstances got in the way.

for some of you in particular, you come from an abundant family. if not financial abundance then an abundance of people who all live under the same roof. those who you cared for really admire and appreciate you. especially any grandparents that you may have had to care for. some of your grandparents have passed (and if not then their physical state of being might be limited. not being able to speak or express themselves due to health conditions like dementia for example). they’re coming through to say that you’ve made the last few years of their life happier and much more content. you really have given them a lot of comfort in what was probably a very worrying part of their life when their health was deteriorating. they’re so thankful and appreciative of you. i feel so much gratitude and love from the grandparents that i’m picking up from this message that i want to cry 😭

you’re really breaking through generational curses and a lot of you may even have siblings who you’ve raised with a much healthier mindset and sense of self than your caregivers would’ve or could’ve given them.

if these siblings are younger than you, i’m seeing that they’ll be the ones in your future who will be more than happy to come to your aid when you need help. they will give you the care that you give them when you need it.

for others of you, i’m seeing that you may be the one who held your parents accountable for their mistakes, and that you managed to create a healthier household. a lot of you have shown your parents the generational curses that they fed into and now they’ve been laid to rest (or at least your family is in this process currently as everyone tries to improve themselves for the sake of each other).

generally speaking, you know how to turn your burdens into abundance. whatever that means for you. you’re growing a whole garden of abundance and you’re fertilising it with the motivation that you have to push you and your family to not live a life full of hardship.

a lot of you in this pile are the first to do something in your family. i feel like this is about being the first to reach a certain level of education or starting a business of your own.

you’ve invested so much energy into this family unit, and i’m seeing that it made everything 10x better. you’re a truth speaker and you do what needs to be done. you see things through until the end with determination to create stability and abundance for your loved ones.

there’s actually a message that you’ve done enough. a lot of you feel like you have to be on go all the time but you deserve rest and relaxation. you deserve to be cared for now. thanks to you, major cycles have been completed or are coming to an end because of the fact that you were adamant to do better - as well as making other people realise that they need to do better 💛

• pile 2 • 🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃🧃

hello pile 2, welcome to your reading ☺️

immediately i’m seeing that you guys know how to hold your own when you’re being attacked. whether that’s verbally, physically, spiritually or psychically. doesn’t matter. i’m seeing one person defend themselves from multiple people, basically being jumped. a lot of you are great fighters physically too (you better do what you gotta do, pile 2 👀😂).

i’m seeing that a lot of you often face conflict with others who try you. they test you because you look like or seem like the type of person who’s defenceless. these are usually those who you’ve helped heal in some way. i’m ngl, a lot of people see you as vulnerable or someone who wouldn’t have the strength to stand their ground. i’m seeing that this is mainly because of your physical looks as well as the loving, caring, healing energy that you exert to people.

you’re represented by the star. very peaceful, healing, and caring. you care for those who are in need of help. a lot of people could place you into the role of their own personal therapist or little helper, and as soon as you set boundaries and want to show up as who you are authentically (instead of the role that other people project onto you), bitches wanna start to attack you. they don’t expect the verbal, spiritual, or physical beat down that they receive. a lot of these people operate in groups too. they subconsciously know that they could never try you by themselves, so they usually gather a group of people to do their bs alongside them. but you deal with every single one of them with ease.

you have a very strong sense of self. you know exactly who you are and once you realise that you’re being taken advantage of due to not implementing boundaries when they were needed, i feel like you waste no time in setting the record straight which people don’t like. you might struggle to trust in your intuition at times regarding whether or not people are actually using you for their own benefit instead of keeping you around because they value you. don’t denounce your intuition. it’s never wrong.

you’re full of such happiness and joy. you’re definitely the types of people who light up other people’s lives. you might always be the type who’s smiling, laughing, nurturing people. this breeds a lot of jealousy in others. in miserable people who aren’t as likeable, approachable or impressive as you. you’re unique af and you stand out. i’m seeing aquarius and leo - sister signs - both of which you could have in your birth chart. or you could have a prominent sun/uranus or prominent 5th house and 11th house placements. you take away some people’s shine (in their minds) because they feel like they don’t measure up. that’s because they’re often in secret competition. by themselves. because you don’t even realise that they’re in competition with you most of the time. i’m seeing that you see the signs but you’re such a pure person that you don’t expect others to be like that. operating with a jealously competitive mindset is alien to you.

some of you may even have people psychically or spiritually attacking you, but their energy is weak af against you. Ra (the sun god) may be someone who you’d like to look into. you’re heavily connected to him and he defends you like no other, alongside your spirit guides and ancestors. these people’s witchcraft or evil eye doesn’t even touch you. i’m hearing that you’re covered by God’s protection. a lot of these people actually get extremely scared when they send some bs your way because it immediately comes back to them and causes problems in their lives. they know that it’s their karma for even attempting to direct negativity your way. this results in people who do this being intimidated by you. and since i’m picking up on group energy from these hating bitches, you could even have a whole coven who’ve tried to put some sort of black magic onto you and they STILL couldn’t affect you. weak as hell 😭

and yk what? i’m seeing that after all of the bs that they put you through after switching up on you, or randomly attacking you out of jealousy, you’re able to transmute that feeling of betrayal into something positive. i’m hearing that you guys literally look back and laugh at these situations, turning it into a positive learning lesson. often times, you see these people fighting amongst themselves after they try you. your ancestors/spirit guides are to thank for that lmaoo.

you guys are peaceful people until your peace is disturbed. and you STILL come out on top. i also feel like you guys don’t hold grudges when you could if you wanted to since you’d have every right to. any expectations put onto you, you fight off. you’re not letting anybody impose on who you should be, your dreams and aspirations, and your purpose. you know exactly who you are. i fw you, pile 2. keep doing whatever you’re doing because it’s getting you far in life.

also, a little message from your higher self;

they want to applause you for learning how to heal yourself. again, people are jealous of this. people who try to find healing in areas of life that won’t be healing for them - money, superficial relationships or relationships built on trauma bonding, drugs even. they’re mad because they feel like they don’t know how to put themselves back together but you do.

they’re also envious of your ability to remotely view situations (seeing things from a higher perspective). you’re very connected to your higher self and you have a very strong sense of faith. your way of living life might be copied by others. but this obviously doesn’t work for them because your healing processes and techniques all come together for YOU, like your own personal healing project. you’ve probably taken multiple aspects of psychology, religion, spirituality, etc, and designed your own belief system to follow. and clearly it’s working for you because it was made for you, by you. not these other people. they could’ve learned from you but they expected you to baby them and hold their hand every step of the way while they didn’t do anything to help themselves.

focusing on your healing is not a bad thing. it’s actually the best thing for you to do. don’t feel like you should’ve stuck around or not put in boundaries because they “needed your help”. they wanted your help (mainly for their own selfish reasons without giving anything back) but they need to help themselves. trying to help them is like walking down a dirt road, holding their hand as they lay on the floor. you’d have to drag them to get them to that healing point, slowing down your healing process immensely. that’s not your problem. and thank god these people aren’t your problem anymore. 💛

• pile 3 • 🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋

hi, pile 3, welcome to your reading ☺️

i see that you guys help a whole lot of people. you create opportunities for others through teaching them valuable knowledge. and this knowledge helps people to protect themselves from really bad situations or dangerous people. i’m picking up on advocates who help people out of domestically abusive situations, or who help children to escape from abusive homes. this could be something as simple as what you preach online, but it really gives people a lot of precious knowledge that helps to keep them safe.

i’m also seeing that a lot of you have created opportunities for yourself and others to level up in something. i’m mainly seeing a business but it doesn’t have to be. whatever this structure is, you really help people climb the ladder to something. you guys could be financial advisors of some sort.

some of you are teachers who teach children in a really valuable way. i feel like you leave none of the children in your classes out, in terms of catering to multiple different learning styles.

there’s a major message about you surpassing what others would see as abundance. perhaps you came from a family full of wealth or privilege in some way, but i feel like you guys have decided to actually take steps to build something for yourself without the help of others. despite some of you being people from privileged backgrounds, you aren’t okay with just living off of another’s abundance, even if it is family’s. you still want to make a name for yourself. i’m even seeing a lot of you guys using your abundance for charities and for those in need.

there’s just a huge humanitarian vibe with this pile.

to bring it back to you personally, the way that you know how to escape situations unscathed is admirable. your boundaries are strong and firm at this point of your life, and you’ve created a very protected space for yourself.

you also jump at the chance to take opportunities that i honestly feel like most people wouldn’t if they were in a comfortable space like you, but you don’t settle for comfortability 😂 again, financially, i’m picking up on a lot of abundance around you, but you’re willing to create your own.

a lot of you are also extremely loving and caring towards children. children see you as someone who they can learn a lot from. kids might ask you a lot of questions incessantly for this reason, even if they usually don’t do that with others 😂

you know how to make people feel comfortable. your whole energy gives off “stability” and you’re willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it. even if you’re not financially abundant, this abundance could pertain to the abundance you have within yourself. i feel like you’ve established yourself and who you are - another reason why younger people look up to you. you show people the way to pure, genuine acceptance of themselves, or their life circumstances while also showing them how to overcome a lot of expectations. particularly from traditions. because that’s what you’ve had to do.

a lot of you may not have a lot of money, but you’ve surpassed the attachment that many have to currency. you understand that there is more to life than just work. your energy is expansive - particularly your mind - and i feel like a lot of you have escaped from the tradition of living to work. i’m even hearing that you’ve escaped the rat race, so a lot of you could definitely have your own business.

if that’s the case, then your business partners and employees are happy working with you. again, you provide a comfortable environment in the workspace and genuinely care about elevating people to your level. you have this mindset of “we can all win” and i love that.

you also know how to talk people through their pain. people who have kind of shut themselves off from others due to being hurt so many times. i’m hearing that you’re the chip on their shoulder that helps them navigate whatever they’re going through in life. you could be counsellors, therapists, or people who have the knowledge to counsel people due to you studying psychology and human behaviour and being a therapist to yourself. that’s impressive, pile 3. you should be proud of yourself for that.

i’m also seeing that you listen to your intuition more than your fear, and you teach other people to do the same. you could have sagittarius in your chart because i’m really feeling a teacher type of energy from you guys. naturally. your south node could be in sagittarius or in the 9th house in your astrological birth chart. or you have sag/9th house placements.

to sum this up, you sacrifice your comforts in life to help others, and that’s what’s admirable af about you. because there are plenty of people who wouldn’t do that 💛

#divination #pick a card #pick a photo #pick a picture #psychic readings #spirituality #tarot #pac #tarot reading #pac reading #collective reading #astrology placements #astrology #intuitive

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punchingballs · 6 days

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"A CRY OF HELP ONLY YOU CAN HEAR"

AKITO

"What are you doing?" Akito suddenly asked gruffly, staring down at you while you sat in loneliness at an abandoned shady alleyway.

"..." No response, Akito expected that, he sighed heavily before walking down the stairs and sitting beside you.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Once more, Akito asked another question, this time he expected you to reply.

"No." Your voice was monotonous, particularly unexpressive. However, soon, that stoic and unexpressive facial expression you had, cracked slowly into a warm smile.

Akito's eyes widened slightly, his lips parted a bit.

"I'm glad that you were looking for me..."

Akito got flashed. That smile, paired with your ocean-like eyes, the gruff boy couldn't muster a reply as he could only stare in wonder, despite the blinding light you radiated.

"Tch..." Akito clicked his tongue and looked away, not because of the rampant emotions inside his heart, rather... you're too bright for him.

A moth drawn to a flame he was.

"This is one of your spots right? I just guessed that you were going to go here."

"Your intuition's sharp." Akito commented.

"Akito... is much more clingy than he thinks he is."

"I'M NOT CLINGY!"

TOYA

"Do your fingers hurt?" You asked Toya, he tilted his head, confused... and yet a sense of warmth washed over him when you noticed that fact.

"N-... Yes." Toya pondered about lying, but ultimately, he couldn't lie under your deep gaze.

Unexpressive, yet warm, distant yet so close... Toya couldn't describe the aura you emanated. He wants to understand it, to understand how exactly do you do this to him?

"I see." You gently grabbed his hands, placing your soft and delicate fingers on his and started rubbing Toya's fingers, massaging them with slow movements.

Toya didn't respond. "You don't have to-"

"No, this isn't entirely selfless... You seem so bothered sometimes, I wanted to understand you." You replied back, halting what Toya would say and he made a heavy sigh.

"Bothered...?" Toya wanted you to clarify, and so you did.

"You... seem so bothered, as if something's burdening you."

Toya's eyes widened when he saw your unexpressive face crack into a small smile. "Oh..."

"You don't have to say what it is to me, but... I want to understand you... Open up more to me will you? I don't want you to betray yourself anymore."

... Toya's blood froze and he could only stare in shock, those words. Were... He couldn't describe it, but he felt happy, he felt euphoric even.

Toya couldn't croak out a reply, just a small hmm... And looking away with a red hue on his cheeks.

KANADE

(marry me pls)

"This isn't it, none of this is it..." Kanade softly said while glaring at her monitor with a determined yet fragile expression.

It earned a frown from you.

"... I can't save others with thi-" Kanade suddenly felt a tug on her hand, her left arm was raised up involuntary as from the shadows of her room, you sprang out and had a frown on your face.

"What are you doing?"

A few seconds of silence, gazing at the ground, Kanade finally calmed down. "I..."

"Music that can save people, isn't composed by having frustration in the heart." You added on, and Kanade continued to stare at the ground with pursed lips.

Your grip on her left arm loosened up causing the smaller girl to place her arms on her lap.

You sighed before patting her head, warmth infiltrated Kanade's body, her heartbeat hastened, her hand crept up to hold her chest, trying to calm down her rampaging heart.

"Come on, let's try again, this time I'll help you." You sat beside her, and stared at the monitor.

Perhaps composing a love song... isn't bad for now? Especially when right now, there's a light so bright beside her, she can see where the path is now...

MAFUYU

Silence, silence... Perhaps some crow noises would fit between the two of them.

"So what are your interests? What do you want to do?" Wearing a fake smile, Mafuyu gazed towards you, who was silently gazing at the mall, a bit overwhelmed.

"..." No response from you.

Mafuyu scratched her cheek a bit awkwardly. "You're overwhelmed?... You don't go outside often?"

You suddenly frowned. "You're bad at lying."

"Huh?" Surprised, Mafuyu tilted her head, she started sweating a bit. "Wh-what?"

"You're bad at lying."

"... I... What do you mean..?"

"You're bad at lying."

"I heard you the third time."

"Yes, literally what I mean, what are you hiding? I'd rather have someone say their true feelings, rather than mask a fake smile... and talk to me with fake positivity."

"... I found you."

Mafuyu's eyes widened and she suddenly felt tears welling up on her eyes. You found her? Found... her?

"At least now, your game of hide and seek is over, Mafuyu."

Mafuyu didn't know, how relieving it was for someone to notice, for someone to find her, despite her continuous descend to madness.

"..." That smile, that smile you have right now, Mafuyu could only stare in shock and silence. Fuzzy, she feels so... happy right now.

"You can tell me everything... But if you can't then..." You finally reached for her head and started patting her. "I'll always wait."

... Mafuyu slammed her head on to your chest, and let her tears stain your clothes, causing you to sigh but still have that warm smile.

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #kanade x reader #mafuyu x reader #akito x reader #toya x reader #asahina mafuyu #kanade yoisaki #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #vbs #n25 #pjsk #pjsk x reader #i love all of them

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ghostofskywalker · 8 months

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Where You’re Meant To Be - 4

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,102

Summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another’s debt, especially the Captain. It doesn’t matter one bit that he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, not at all.

Flower and Meaning: frangipani || the strength to withstand tough challenges

Chapters: one || two || three || four

Note: this is the last part of my august work for the @yearofcreation2023! i hope everyone who read it enjoyed the fic and i’d love to hear any thoughts you have!

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Will Turner Masterlist

Despite not spending too much time on the Dutchman in the grand scheme of things, you could tell when it was near because of the excitement that bubbled in your stomach, even though you couldn’t see the ship itself. You looked out over the shifting waves, wondering how far below them the ghost ship sat, until a voice interrupted your thoughts. “How are you gonna let them know you’re ‘ere?”

You turned to see Jack Sparrow standing next to you, bottle of rum in his hand. If this ship wasn’t as close to the Flying Dutchman as it already was, you would probably be a little worried about his ability to successfully steer and maneuver the ship you were on right now.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t suppose you would know how to contact those who live beneath the waves.”

“Why don’t you just jump?”

You raised your eyebrows in response. “But I know how to swim, so that wouldn’t work.”

“You have to sink.”

“But what if I was wrong, and I die for nothing?” That very fear, while you had never spoken about it aloud before, had always been part of your thought process.

“Some things require risk,” Jack responded. “That’s just what being a pirate is. Course my risk usually comes down to angry government people and the visitation of a particularly annoying monkey, but you understand.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Look. I may believe the whole thing is a crock of shit, but sometimes love is the same thing as jumping off the deck when you know how to swim; a risk and a chance that things won’t go as you wanted.”

He stepped away from the side of the ship before you had the chance to form a response, leaving you to ponder his (surprisingly wise) words. And the longer you thought about it, the more his initial suggestion made sense. The hopeful part of your mind believed that the ship would still protect you as you fell beneath the waves, just like when you were tied to its mast. Your clothes were heavy enough that you would likely sink after a few minutes, and wherever the Dutchman lay beneath the surface, you knew deep down that it was near. And so with nothing but a deep breath and a far-flung hope, you jumped before anyone could stop you.

The chill of the ocean soaked through the layers of your dress immediately, and soon the fabric was completely waterlogged. You didn’t fight the way it moved to pull you under, and you just hoped that you were indeed correct about the location, because otherwise you’d be dying for nothing.

But that worry was soon resolved when you opened your eyes to see the blurry outline of a ship in the depths, and the moment you entered its space, you felt as though you were back on land. The deck was completely empty, but you could tell those seaweed sails anywhere. You were exactly where you needed to be.

As your feet hit the wood, the sound of someone stepping onto the deck echoed in your ears, and you watched intently to see who would be the one to greet you. If it wasn’t Will, you weren’t sure what you would, because you knew that no one else on this crew would give you the same grace as the captain. Even then, you hadn’t really come up with the perfect thing to say when you saw his face again.

You heard Will’s voice before he had fully exited the shadows, and part of you breathed a sigh of relief, knowing who you were dealing with. “What are you doing here?”

There was so much that you actually wanted to tell him, but nothing seemed right. “I want to travel on this ship,” was what you eventually went with, even though that sentence did little to convey the true scope of your emotions.

It was clear that your words confused him, because it took a few moments for him to actually respond. “Why?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. “Why would you want to spend the rest of your life on a cursed ship, away from everyone else you knew? None of the men on this boat want, or even chose to be here, but you do?” He sounded truly confused, but you supposed it was warranted this time.

Footsteps echoed through the space before you could answer, and you looked around to see who else would be privy to your conversation, though you saw no one. “I thought I wanted to leave,” you admitted. “But every moment I’ve spent back at the port since then I’ve wanted to be back here, and I can’t explain it.” Maybe that was a little bit of a lie, but you didn’t want to scare him off right away if he didn’t feel the same things you did. “I understand it if you think I’m crazy, but I just jumped off a ship in the middle of the ocean and I highly doubt that the people who took me here are still around, so if you’re going to make me leave I’d at least appreciate it if you took me back to Tortuga.”

You stared at him, and he stared back. It was impossible to read what he was thinking, his face blank as he clearly considered your words and tried to come to a decision how to respond. “Fine,” was his eventual response, but something in your mind told you that he was a lot happier to see you than he let on. “You can stay.”

***

As it turned out, having someone who technically wasn’t dead on the crew was incredibly useful. While most of the men on board were tied to the ship in a similar war that Will was (they couldn’t step more than a few paces on land), you could go wherever you wanted. This was especially beneficial when you came to the realization that you had nothing on the Dutchman, no bed, clothes, or even shoes due to the way that you hadn’t taken your few things with you when you jumped overboard in the first place. By the time a few weeks had passed, you had even purchased a light mattress and hauled it aboard the boat yourself (with the help of some of the crew once you reached the water).

And speaking of the crew, you had a shaky relationship with them. While you didn’t ever fear for your life, you certainly weren’t voluntarily spending your time around most of them. Part of you wondered if Will said anything while you were out on land, but you could never tell for sure.

You moved into the captain’s room and everything was shifted over to accommodate the new mattress. Food and water were now stocked much more often than ever before (because you weren’t dead, so you still had to eat), and the tension between you and Will continued to rise with every moment you spent on the deck.

It was the middle of the night when everything came to a head, and you were laying on the deck as you stared up at the night sky. After spending the day watching the macabre parade of souls as they crossed the delicate path between worlds, the shimmering majesty of the constellations was a welcome change of scenery. The sound of footsteps on the deck alerted you to another’s presence, and Will’s voice broke the silence.

“Had enough of this life yet?”

You sat up to watch as he leaned against the side of the ship, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read. “What are you talking about?” you asked.

“I figured that eventually you’d figure out what we’ve known for ages,” Will said. “That life on this ship is nothing but grim and grisly, and once you realized that you’d want to return to land. You’re the only one on this ship that is not bound in its service, I suppose I find it difficult to believe that you want to be here.”

You paused for a moment as you tried to decide how to respond. “I suppose I can understand it, but after you had dropped me off the first time, I spent nearly every moment on land wishing that I could return. There’s a power and a freedom that comes with being on the ocean, and I wanted to know that feeling again.” After you finished speaking, a gentle tap of your fingers to the boards of the deck coaxed Will to sit beside you.

“Then why not simply join another crew in Tortuga?” he asked. “Why search out the Dutchman so ardently?”

A moment of fear flashed in your mind, and you debated whether or not to lie to him. This was the moment, and if you screwed this up you would be guaranteeing yourself a ticket off the ship the next time the stopped, even after you spent all this time tracking it down. Should you lie, and make something up about your fascination with the macabre, a morbid interest in the ghastly service that this very ship performs?

You could see Will start to shift where he sat, likely a nervousness due to your lack of response to his question. And before you could think about it any more, something in your mind snapped, and the decision was made. “You.”

“What?”

Well, you had to tell the truth now. “After we stopped yelling at each other every time our paths crossed, I realized that I had grown rather fond of you, and as much as I loved the freedom of the seas, I also realized that none of that would be truly worth the trouble as long as you weren’t there.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you looked away from him, hoping that this wouldn’t be too much of a mistake. “And now I’m here, voluntarily trapping myself on a cursed ship and letting go of life as I knew it before, just to be near you.”

You turned your head to face him, hoping desperately that this didn’t ruin the friendship that you had been cultivating with him, and at first glance, it didn’t seem too promising. With a look on his face that you would describe as stunned, he seemed to completely freeze for a few moments.

Until he reached out to gently pull your face to his.

As his lips sealed to yours, whatever thoughts were currently inhabiting your brain fled instantly, and there was nothing but Will. The way he smelled so clearly of the sea that surrounded you both, and the way his calloused hands were so tenderly holding your cheeks, every bit of that was driving you mad. You might have dreamed about kissing him from the moment he first stepped out of the ship’s shadows, but the clear passion and romance behind this kiss was something that you had only been dreaming about since your moment steering the boat for the first time, a moment which you now could say was finally completed.

When you pulled away for air, neither of you moved that far back, and Will was the first to break the silence. “I missed having you around after we dropped you off at Tortuga,” he said. “And I know that moving forward with this will have its challenges, but I’d really like to do that again.”

“I really want to do that again too,” you said, and just before you leaned in once more, you added to your thought. “And I don’t care about the challenges. If I can find a way to end your service to the Dutchman, I will do everything in my power to make sure it is done.”

His response to that declaration was another kiss, but you didn’t near to hear him speak his thoughts to know what they were.

The two of you would undoubtedly face dangers beyond your very imagination as you moved forward, and the path to free Will from his curse was likely twice as treacherous, but you were unwavering in his decision. You still hated the man who tried to trade your soul for his, but it just might be possible that some things happened for a reason.

And of course, if you’re on the ship when he dies, you would have full input in how he spent his eternity, and you could exact revenge then.

- the end -

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sotwk · 3 months

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I've always thought that the reason for Tolkien elves losing interest in sex after having the kids that they want is a by-product of his Catholicism. My mum was raised Catholic and she says that she was raised to believe that children were the thing that redeemed sex and that ideally sex wouldn't happen at all. (Idk if that's a universal experience but it was hers) So it makes sense that Tolkien's elves, as 'higher' more spiritual beings would be less sexual beings and so would not partake in sex after they'd had their kids. (Which is why I ignore that particular titbit of Tolkien lore😉)

Ooof! I'm quite familiar with Catholic teachings on sex, and it sounds like the values your mom grew up with were quite extreme! (Religious values and beliefs run across a very wide spectrum, but let's not invite debates on that!) That sounds a lot more like something Mrs. Kim from Gilmore Girls would say. LOL.

I admit I lean more towards the puritan, "higher being" interpretation of Elves, especially the Calaquendi who have seen the Light of the Trees. There has to be something that distinguishes them from the other Middle-earth races, and temperance when it comes to carnal needs and urges (i.e. sex, food), is one of those characteristics. So yes, Elves are less interested in sex than Dwarves, Hobbits, but especially Men, but even their appetites vary within their race.

When it comes to the SotWK AU's interpretation of Thranduil and his Elvenqueen wife, Maereth, here is a rundown of my take on it:

(My headcanons are mostly guided by what was written in the LaCE, because I'm a Type-A nerd who likes rules and manuals, but these are just MY interpretation of it. It's not hardline LaCE compliant either, and regardless, my takes are neither canon nor law!)

Thranduil and Maereth are descendants of Calaquendi, but had not made the journey themselves. Technically, Maereth is closer to the Light of the Trees and arguably more "blessed" in that manner, since her mother was born in Tirion (Valinor), as opposed to Oropher who never completed the journey.

Thranduil was always more free-spirited ("as wild as one of Araw’s Kine", Oropher described him in my fic "The Crown") than the average Sinda, and over the years became even more alike the Silvan people he ruled over.

Silvans are culturally more sexual than the Sindar or Noldor, not necessarily in the sense of being promiscuous, but rather that they take more pleasure in the act itself as way of bonding with their partners, not just for the sake of begetting children.

The Silvans do not lose interest in sex even after thousands of years, and are able to retain monogamous relationships with their partners because Elven bonds (platonic, familial, romantic, etc.) are as enduring as their physical immortality.

This is what helps the Silvan/Greenwood population endure through the millennia, throughout the "Mirkwood" dark ages, and into the Fourth Age and beyond in Eryn Lasgalen. They keep having sex, keep reproducing, and their population is sustained even through attacks and wars.

Oh, and culturally, the Silvans also love children and celebrate the process of raising them as a community. That's a key factor in their population growth too.

Thranduil and Maereth are, foregoing more eloquent terms, absolutely bananas for each other. Epic, epic, love along the vein of Professor Tolkien's love for his wife Edith, and its parallel romance--Beren and Lúthien. Could you imagine Lúthien replacing or loving anyone other than Beren? (I guess you can imagine anything in fandom, but I hope you get my point.) Well, it's the same with Thranduil and his Elvenqueen. It's a rather unpopular take on his love life, but that's how it is at least in the SotWK AU.

So yeah, they never tire of each other and never stop wanting each other, in any way, by any definition. They naturally stop begetting children after Legolas (their 5th), but the lovemaking definitely continues.

Sorry for the delay in this response, Anon--I hope you're still able to see and read this. And I hope the uncalled-for infodump makes it better, not worse! LOL. Thank you for the Ask!

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aphrodaisyacs · 9 months

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This might be an odd question, but do you have any tips or preferences when it comes writing Natsuo? Asking for *ahem* reasons...

Ok well I guess like with all fanfic writing I use canon as a jumping point. He’s not exactly a flat character because the few moments he’s given imply a lot of depth, and it’s pretty fun to tease out that depth.

What we know from canon:

Out of all his siblings, Natsuo is the only one who appears to have a “normal” social life. He has a girlfriend who he presumably met during a university class, and he’s implied to prefer hanging out with her and his other friends instead of going back to visit his childhood home (much to Fuyumi’s annoyance lol). Based on his interactions with others he seems to be a sociable and friendly person (when Endeavor isn’t around to sour the mood at least). Personality-wise he also seems to be a confrontational person, in the sense that time and again he doesn’t shy away from uncomfortable conversations or topics- he prefers to air out all the grievances instead of letting them fester.

Currently, he and Fuyumi are the closest out of all the family members. They grew up together and they have the most normal sibling relationship out of everyone (the bar is on the ground tho aljsbd). In the scene where we first see them visiting Rei in the hospital together we also see them bantering and playfully poking at each other and he loves and respects her enough to put up with Endeavor for her sake.

It is no secret that Natsuo despises Endeavor—for being responsible for Touya’s death, for his treatment of Rei and Shouto and most likely also for the way he left Fuyumi as the responsible “adult” in charge of the home. The latter is implied from the way Natsuo spoke about how he tried to help her, ie with the cooking, but he was forced to stop when Endeavor complained about his cooking so it became Fuyumi’s responsibility again.

Then there’s all the trauma surrounding Touya, the way he feels like his brother wouldn’t have had to die (and become a villain) if only he’d listened to him when he needed it and maybe talked him out of some of his more extreme beliefs. It’s implied that he’s studying his current degree (medical welfare I think?) because of Touya, because he wants to help more people like his brother. There’s a lot of (irrational) guilt wrapped up in his feelings about Touya, but as seen in recent chapters he’s willing to put in the work and walk the long and difficult road to mend things between Touya and the rest of the family.

Now onto headcanon territory (most of which are extrapolated from canon):

I think that he has extremely low self esteem, due to the neglect he suffered while growing up. Not just from Endeavor, but from Rei too—here’s some thoughts I’ve already had about this, copy-pasted from the end AN of ch13 in WHFO:

I've always gotten the feeling that she and Natsuo were never particularly close, especially before she was hospitalised. Because he must've been what, 3 when she had to pass him over to be raised by the housekeeper while she completely shifted her focus to Shouto? Not to mention that his physical resemblance to Endeavor would've made it hard for her to even look at him, especially as her mental health spiralled. I just feel like Rei never really got much of a chance to get close to him the way she did with her other children, which is sad because that means Natsuo didn't have much of a relationship with either of his parents when he needed it most during his formative years faksjdlfs that is most definitely not going to have an impact on him at all, nope :)

Expanding on that I think he is also incredibly affection starved, and even as he strives to make a life for himself outside the family a part of him might always find it hard to accept praise or even just the idea that people would genuinely think he’s great to be around or good at things in general. Just you know, general symptoms of someone who had a childhood of emotional neglect.

Because of the whole thing with Rei I also think that he’s hyperaware of how much he physically resembles Endeavor. Does this mean he’s probably insecure about his looks as a result? Yes I do like to think so, especially for the Angst™️. It also doesn’t help that all of his other siblings look like their mum so he’s got that extra dose of feeling like the odd one out.

I also really like the headcanon that he inherited Endeavor’s short temper and general anger issues. Not only because that’s Angst Deluxe, but also because it would be interesting to explore how he grapples with it, and the internal conflict he feels about how scared he is of becoming like his father. This is why I love writing scenes where he’s arguing with his siblings or shouts at them only to watch them flinch because the psychic damage + self-loathing that would follow? Impeccable. Unparalleled. 👌

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raviolirash · 4 months

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This is all just a way too long personal theory/ramble abt the boi if u disagree that ok

Tldr I believe pre-Caz Astarion is a young asshole who is punished with a job he doesn't take seriously, and his noble parents don't respect him enough to see how much of a good person he could be given a proper chance at redemption and it all goes to shit, naturally.

Long version:

I see few years pre-Cazador Astarion as that asshole teenager who's getting away with everything. He's used to being told that he's handsome, rich, and above others. He's getting away with things, he's spoiled, and has no experience of the world. Especially work experience.

My theory is that Astarion was forced into the magistrate job as a punishment and just didn't give enough of a fuck about the world to take the job seriously, as opposed to consciously being malicious/evil. He is power hungry in the game, half as a response to being powerless for 200 years. That being said:

He's a rogue, through and through. It's implied a lot including with the "I've missed this" line that he wasn't a proper and polite city boy before Cazador. I don't see him doing paperwork or sitting next to a large fancy dinner table without screwing around with a dagger. He slouches. He has his feet on the table. He's a nerd.

If you call The Watch in the final battle, he jokes that it feels wrong to call for guards to come and do something. He's not a snitch. If he sees someone stealing from a sick person he gives a thumbs up. He canonically hates cops lol.

Leading to my theory that he was being so rambunctious and belligerent, his noble parents/elders forced him into the magistrate job as a punishment of sorts because they were just so sick of his bullshit. Just rich people things.

So now:

You have a handsome young elf, with people probably fawning over his beauty, known for breaking laws and being The Worst, not respecting authority and etc. And he's put into a magistrate position through presumably nepotism. He becomes one of those asshole sons of a rich bastard who is a fuck up. Rich, spoiled, knows that he's above others which influences his haphazard rulings and provides him a nice power trip, has a bit of education but not enough to not steal from grandmas.*1

Of course it's going to be a glorious mess! He doesn't care about the world enough to take a stand and try to change the corrupt system from within. Fuck that. He's going to make it worse. Who cares. If there was any good in him, at best it was maybe because he knew it's already fucked and he's not there to be a hero and fix it.

It makes sense that he would double down on the "evil" once freed from Cazador in Act 1. He's used to everything going south because - ironically enough - of the world's failure to do anything good for the helpless and weak. Without realizing that he was also part of the problem once. Hell. He got beaten up by Gur for a ruling he made and his takeaway was "all Gur are bad" and not Baldur's Gate fucking SUCKS and something should be done. No seriously. The politics of the city and the ruling systems are so fucking broken. Bhaal the god of MURDER LITERALLY LIVES UNDERNEATH THE CITY. What is WRONG with this town.

Either way, I don't believe he was consciously and maliciously an evil person. Especially given the scale of evil the city of Baldur's Gate has to offer. If he was, he would have been much worse. He was corrupt in a shithead way and not "we're going to take resources from orphanages to build a machine that punches you in the dick when you tell your boss you are too tired to work overtime in the mines" *2 *3

I also think that he was the reason why Cazador implemented the "no nobles lol that raises suspicion" rule. And the reason why no one of Astarion's family recognized him was because they were too snobby for Elfsong or Blushing Mermaid.

I think his parents still loved him though.

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*1. (I guess this does fall under some people's definition of evil, but for me honestly the true evil is the system which allows these people fall into power in the first place and in this essay---.)

*2. (Actions of negligent people in power aren't diminished. If negligence causes a death it is still a death.)

*3. (I don't think he was a young baby either, like a lot of fandom does. He was still young when he was turned but not a teenager. I just believe he was even younger when he started working as a Magistrate. Like on a personal note, it was really heartbreaking when Billy Kametz died because he died so horrifically young. He was 35. 35 is still heartbreaking young.)

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pomplalamoose · 7 months

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ooooh I love the ESB relationship hcs!!! the perfect amount of fluff and angst <3 now how about your thoughts on ROTJ Luke...

Thank you so much, I'm happy you enjoyed them! Let's see what I come up with for ROTJ Luke👀

• let's take a quick look at the overall situation first

• just like in ESB, Luke is going through a lot and while he is able to take all these challenges head on, even coming out stronger on the other side, internally he struggles

• especially because he went through so much in such a little period of time after living a relatively sheltered life before (as sheltered as one can be while growing up on Tatooine of course)

• he's grieving not only the deaths of the people who raised him, but also those of friends and his two teacher/father figures (not even counting his ACTUAL father, that's a whole other topic)

• too often he thought his friends, his newly found family, dead and even faced death several times himself

• additionally it's only realistic for him to have major survivers guilt and blame himself for a lot that happened

• I also think he is haunted by the knowledge of how many people have died at his hands. Because of his force sensitivity he must have sensed how he alone was responsible for the disappearance of millions of little specks of light that once were living beings

• he believes that many could have been saved from the Empire's grip if only they had been made aware that turning their back and changing sides wouldn't have meant their death anymore

• he has compassion, even for his enemies and while that is a wonderful trait, it hurts him as well

• to sum it up: he's not having a good time

• now that we covered this, we again have to consider: for how long have you two known each other up to this point?

• if you have been with him since the very beginning or got to know him during ESB, the events that followed put your relationship to a hard test

• plus his demeanor, as well as he as a person, changed drastically during and after his training with Yoda and the end of ESB

• deep down he is still your Luke, but it takes you a while to find him under that stoic and reserved exterior

• for a while you are not sure how to approach him and if the old rules of your love still apply

• he changed so much, you can't help but fear that maybe so did his feelings for you

• eventually though, you will always find your way back to each other, even overcoming his struggles regarding the Jedi rules of old that forbid attachments

• you are at his side and so he is at yours and only like this does the universe make sense

• however with all his experiences and new knowledge, your relationship dynamic changes

• you aren't able to make him laugh as easily as before

• also it has become difficult to catch him off guard (sneaking up on him, telling an outrageous joke, catching him staring at you, etc.), something you liked to do a lot

• so if you do manage to surprise him it's definitely a highlight of your day

• it's near impossible to plan out gifts or a birthday party

• he'll be happy and feel appreciated anyways but you find it to be frustrating at times

• on the other hand, you now get the best presents ever because he knows what you want and need before you do

• one thing you really appreciate is his new found ability to communicate, even during stressful situations

• however his impulsive behavior is still a thing, only now being additionally fueled by his connection to the force

• if you say one thing and the force says another, he will often feel torn and need time to figure things out for himself

• he is more withdrawn in general, often retiring early or randomly throughout the day to meditate

• when he tells you about his imminent confrontation with Vader you are THIS close to ripping him a new one before breaking down in tears

• some things never change and you'll have to be as patient with ROTJ Luke as you were with him during ESB

• even if it's hard, you have to trust into him and his abilities

• he's so mysterious now

• it's hot, you're not going to lie

• so are his new outfits

• you love how they accentuate his strong body and show off his muscles (and his ass) when he moves

• when in the past you were the one to catch him staring, he now catches you

• he'll tease you about it but secretly he's pleased you think him attractive

• sometimes he asks you to cut his hair for him and likes to brush yours

• his arms, more so than ever, are the safest place in the entire galaxy

• when he's able to relax, his playful side from the past comes to the surface again

• still he loves to make you laugh and shriek in delight when he holds you down to cover your entire face in disgusting wet kisses

• he's so much stronger than you and there is no escaping him when the mood strikes

• yet, while he doesn't mention it, you know he's afraid of accidentally hurting you, still somewhat unused to his newfound strength

• the gentleness with which he treats and touches you, makes your stomach flutter

• he never raises his voice at you anymore, not even in frustration or playful manner

• through everything he experienced you were by his side, a steady light supporting him, and he wants you to know how much he appreciates you in return

• if you are not close yet, maybe never exchanged more than friendly greetings during ANH and ESB, just know you will STRUGGLE getting close to him

• not because he is unapproachable in any way

• it's just...he's so much all at once and it's quite intimidating

• his sister is Princess Leia Organa, he's a Jedi and a widely celebrated hero, the wildest stories are circulating about him, he's terrifying to come across on the battlefield and a very good pilot, he exceeds you in rank for miles,...

• and despite being well known, no one really knows him

• sometimes, for a split second, it's as if he's not wholly human

• sometimes a shadow falls over his face, making the room temperature drop a few degrees

• sometimes he's scary without meaning to

• your crush on him is so all consuming you don't know what to do

• most likely he will be the one to take action, initiating small conversations here and there, always careful to not scare you away

Possibly I went somewhat overboard, whoops🤠 but thank you so much for your ask, I had a great time writing this!

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johnwickb1tsch · 1 month

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Rambling time again because-✨ late night thoughts ✨

So with each new chapter of bittersweet, (and the tex+john collab, which I could also ramble on for hours probably 😂) it's becoming more and more clear that John and the reader's relationship is currently like a stretched out elastic band. They're both very clear on what they want, they're both very stubborn about it, and aside from little sweet moments - or not so sweet moments 😏- here and there, they're basically getting pushed to the limits of their patience and sanity.

And it especially struck me with John, because let's be honest- The man is terrified of letting us go, letting our leash go in a metaphorical sense, in terms of something getting our of his control. It makes absolute sense with the life he lived, and especially with the amount of people he lost, Helen being the most relevant. Despite working for Ruska Roma and serving the Director during his early life, John has been in control for the most of his existence. He usually stays very cool and controlled from an outsider's view, but someone like Winston can easily see through him, and knows that he's anything but. He's calm, sure, but he's also impatient when it comes to things, hotheaded even if you look at the second movie - or any of them really - and what he did to Santino (who fucking deserved it, and I wanted to tap-dance on his corpse 😂). He's stubborn as a mule, and most importantly, he's not afraid to break the rules. Ever. Due to his skills, there really isn't many people who could hold his responsible if he does happen to break the rules either, and this also plays hand in hand with the fact that he was born and raised a morally dark/grey character. While all of this helps him a lot because he's practically unstoppable if he puts his mind to something, it also means that he is irrational, maybe even slightly delusional.

Have I mentioned that he's also very emotionally driven??? Look at him during the first 2 movies. The man went fucking bat-shit-crazy after people NOT disturbed him, but disrespected his late wife's memory, and pretty much ripped everything away from him that still tied him to Helen, - aside from their memories and his feelings - the very person who prompted this emotionally driven action from him to actually get out out of the life he once lived.

So now.. We have this extremely stubborn, and also extremely emotionally attached person, who lost pretty much everyone close to him, and is in fact very much so aware that his reputation means a death-sentence to pretty much anyone who interacts with him, INCLUDING little ol' us. So on a basic level, he is rightfully cautious and terrified, because people will not stop to consider whether they're bringing an innocent into this or not, they just want leverage over him.

This, combined with the fact that we, the reader, are also extremely stubborn (too), with a great amount of self-respect, an incredible display of self-esteem, and a set of although grey, but also pretty strict moral code, - where the lines do blur here and there depending on who does what, and why they do it - which he LOVES, however it also means that we're unpredictable. Attracted to him? Sure. Emotionally attached to him? Absolutely. But we're a strong individual and a free spirit, and that definitely made him doubt whether we would stay with him early on, (jealous!John intensifies 🤤) and is in fact actively making his paranoid that if he slips up, let's his defenses down, or maybe even becomes more lenient, we might be able to just slip out of his grasp, not that he'd ever allow it of course.

Buuuuuuuuuut- All of this is playing against him, against both of us really. While we might be able to get some kind of leverage over him the more he reveals, and the more time we spend learning the game, if there is to be a genuine relationship in the future like he wants there to be, like both of us want there to be really, he's doing this the wrong way, because he's basically trying to force it on us, and cage a free bird, thus the elastic band being stretched. And as we know, you can stretch an elastic band quite far, maybe even past it's limits sometimes, but at the end of the day, it will rip and it will snap back three times as hard, which is what I imagine will happen. Maybe not today, or not even tomorrow, but there is a limit to everything, including the patience of both characters, not to mention that John is already showing the signs of being tired with our constant stubbornness, (latest chapter 🤤) and if say.. He were to snap instead of us, it may very well snap us out of our helpless emotional state, in case he maybe were to overstep a line that he definitely shouldn't have.

Same goes for the reader. Poor girl is extremely strong, so, so strong, with an incredible sense of self-worth but there is a limit to that as well. She still hasn't quite processed that her family and friends practically abandoned her, and it's not like John's back and forth, their little cat and mouse games, or being punished for not behaving a certain way - which makes John an absolute hypocrite because unless he wants to change our personality completely, he should not be punishing us for showing signs of what he fell in love with, of who he fell in love with in the first place - are helping.. So honestly- I await whatever you have in store for us because it is going to be WILD.

Spooooky! LOL once again I have to ask if you've been rummaging in my WIP??? 😂 You make so many excellent points!

Especially that John's excessive enemies would definitely fuel his paranoia for keeping this girl under lock and key, after EVERYTHING he's lost. 🎡🏹 It's like it's just not enough to be John Fucking Wick. These idiots keep testing him, even though they should absolutely fucking know he's going to kill them all in the end. BUT that doesn't help you if you're the collateral damage...

AND he IS such a hypocrite because of course he fell in love with her for her independent nature, but he wants to be the one to bring her to heel, for his own peace of mind? I think she's into it to a point because she's never really met anyone who could do it (and still retain her love). It's new and mysterious but once the shine wears off and she gets her feet (because shit what are we on? Like day 2? 3? He's going to find out how stubborn she can really be. You're right, something's going to snap.

#julia speaks #john wick #yandere john wick

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subzeroparade · 1 month

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crawled out of the brainrot hole (that your fics sparta-kicked me into) just to tell you that your writing is ASTOUNDING, it's like a merengue roll after being fed hardtacks.

i hope you know your ao3 page has most excellent works I've read in a while, even if i have to equip myself with translators and dictionary since english isn't my first language lmao

especially the way you flesh out Maria, ohhhh the woman that she is, a single thank you wouldn't describe my gratitude for charactering her this well !! and, if I won't be impudent, could i ask for a few headcanons you have for the lady? 😇♡

Thank you anon! No one has ever compared my work to merengue before (◍•ᴗ•◍) And thank you for making an effort to read them in a second language, too - I know how much extra dedication that can take, and I appreciate it <3

Glad my version of Maria resonates with you - she fills a kind of unintentional meta role for me, where even if she appears briefly, there is a self-reflexivity she engenders that makes her almost the voice of a Greek tragedy's chorus. She spends a lot of time telling the characters what they already know (but have not come to terms with), and reminding them of the consequences of their actions. I think she fulfils a Cassandra role for me, too, in the sense that I imagine her to be the only significant character who vocally objects to the Church’s actions and is very clear-eyed about the disaster they are courting - only to remain unheard and disregarded until it’s too late.

Most of my headcanons for her have found their way into my fics already (and you can read my take on her as Gehrman’s ward and significance vis-a-vis the Doll here; my stance has not really changed). If I were to continue writing her, I’d probably want to explore her decision to leave Byrgenwerth, along with Gehrman, and join the Church - her reasons, her justification, how she balances her obligation and deference for Gehrman as her teacher vs her doubts and lingering mistrust of Laurence and his ability to steer the ship. Like my version of Micolash, she is deeply affected by what happens at the cove - but while Micolash spends the rest of his life chasing that epiphany, Maria is haunted by her need to atone, to wash her hands of it. She does not ask to work with the patients of the Research Hall, she demands it - and she uses that position to lessen, as well as she can, the suffering of those mercilessly used by the Church and the Choir as a means to an end, as the hamlet was by Byrgenwerth. (and to a degree, her atonement worked - she arguably has the least gruesome "punishment" in the Nightmare, and in a sense acts as a perpetual guardian for this purgatory-esque version of the hamlet).

I don’t think she is generous or magnanimous with her love and regard - rather I think she is diligent and discerning and extremely reserved. So in contrast to my version of Ludwig, for example, who is driven by a (sometimes naive) sense of this is the right thing to do, Maria acts out of necessity. It is the right thing to do but specifically because the alternative is unimaginable, and inhuman. In my work she’s the product of a failed political alliance between Cainhurst and a lesser nation-state, so she’s been raised to a certain point to understand what it is to be responsible for people, and the difference between having subjects and actually protecting them. She’s also on the receiving end of Yharnam’s canonically brutal xenophobia, so I imagine she’s very aware the world around her is senselessly cruel and driven by fear, and she acts as best she can not to exacerbate that, or succumb to it. I think, finally, that only when she realises the Church is reproducing the tragedy of the hamlet a thousand times over - and there’s nothing they can do to stop it - does she decide she’d rather die than have a hand in that again. If you've read my fics, then you know affording her the agency and dignity of having made that decision is an important and recurring theme.

Ty for the ask! Here are some colourful versions of her as she appears in my last work, Variation on the Word Sleep.

#ask #writing #bloodborne #bloodborne fanfiction #lady maria of the astral clocktower

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A/N: READY FOR CHRISTMAS? BECAUSE I AM! 🎄🎄🎄

Words: 1740 Warnings: almost drowning?

You rolled your eyes when you entered the warm indoor swimming pool of Hawkins, the penetrating smell of chlorine filling your nostrils. The sounds of children playing and water splashing drowned out the noises of your flip-flops marching forward on the wet tiles when you glanced into the hall only to spot Billy Hargrove of all people sitting on that damn high chair like he owned the place.

“Ugh, why did it have to be him on duty today?”

Your friend chuckled. “You really hate him, huh?”

“He’s insufferable. A flirt, a player… he’s the kind of guy who would lie the pie from the sky.”

“I’m not sure this idiom exists, love.”

You tore your gaze away from him before he could notice you staring and turned around. “Never mind. Let’s put up those decorations and get out of here before we get wet. I’m already sweating.”

The cardboard boxes you had brought were full of Christmas garlands, baubles and other knick-knacks. Nothing electric of course—you weren’t stupid after all—but the mayor had asked you to turn the swimming pool into a friendlier place for the upcoming holiday season. You weren’t opposed to it. Volunteering around the town gave you credits for college which you direly needed. Besides, decorating was fun, even if you had to do it around Billy Hargrove.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing here in your street clothes?” You rolled your eyes when his voice made its way over to you.

“Here we go…” You turned, arms akimbo, only to watch Billy strolling towards you already. His eyebrows were raised and you could tell he was chewing gum. At work. You shook your head slightly.

“The mayor asked us to put some decorations here,” you said coolly, pointing at the ladder your friend had brought.

“And why don’t I know of this?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re not in charge?” You offered with a sweet smile. Billy scoffed, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, fine. Just watch your step. It’s slippery around here.”

“Duh.” You refused to give him another comment, especially when he eyed you up and down like a bloody piece of candy and then turned back around to make his way back to his chair.

“You gotta admit he’s hot,” your friend said once he was out of earshot. “I mean, look at that ass.”

“Hot doesn’t make up for a shitty personality. Let’s get this over with.”

“You know, I heard his father’s abusive,” she continued, handing you the first piece of the garland as you climbed up the ladder to reach the wooden bars near the roof. “Gives him a hard time. And his mum left him for another man, started a new family. I think he might just be misunderstood.” She shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow as you drove a nail into the bar with a hammer to fix the garland to it.

“That doesn’t excuse him from treating girls like that.”

“Oh, I also heard he’s treating girls very well,” she said with a grin. You rolled your eyes once more. “I’d give a lot for a night with him… if only to see if he really knows how to make a woman scream his name in under five minutes.”

“That sounds like a myth. I’ve never been with a man who can do it faster than my vibrator.”

“Hmm… well, in any case I think I’m not his type. You on the other hand…” Your friend wriggled her eyebrows.

“What about me?”

“Oh come on, didn’t you see the way he looked you up and down? He clearly finds you attractive.”

“Good for him.”

You sighed when she called your name to scold you. In response, you drove another nail into the wooden bar.

“Ah, shit, we forgot the tape,” your friend suddenly exclaimed. “I’ll be right back. You good up there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Your friend nodded and left the pool area to retrieve the missing item. You let out another sigh. She wasn’t wrong. Billy Hargrove was hot and you too had heard that no woman ever left his bed unsatisfied—in the true sense of the word. It was a shame he had to be such an arsehole most of the time.

Standing on your tiptoes, you leaned forward to hammer another nail into the wood. You should probably move the ladder but you’d work it out somehow. At least until one of the wet soles of your flip-flops slipped off the rung of the ladder, the sudden weight shift making you lose your balance.

Your eyes widened as you fell, your hands desperately grabbing at whatever they could get a hold of to save yourself from colliding with the floor when the ladder toppled and fell over altogether. Whatever hit the back of your head, it hurt. Everything went black for a moment as you flopped into the water, dizziness washing over you in an instant, the panic scourging you from the inside out having you gasp for air the water masses around you could not provide you without gills.

You didn’t know where up and down was anymore, your limbs ceasing to take orders from you. Darkness began closing in on you even though part of you kept on fighting it, knowing you’d drown if you gave up. Any moment now, one of the pool guests would notice you weren’t emerging anymore. They’d save you. Perhaps a kid would alert an adult to drag you out of the water…

And then someone jumped in and grabbed you just before you lost consciousness.

When you came to, you were lying on the wet tiles. You coughed up some pool water, the chlorine burning in your throat and your eyes before you realised there was someone leaning over you, holding the back of your head and supporting you. But it wasn’t your friend despite her calling your name over and over again. It was Billy.

“Easy… take it slow.”

Your clothes were drenched. You sat up, allowing him to give your back support. Your limbs were shaking so bad you didn’t quite trust them to hold you up on their own accord yet, so you didn’t even protest. Shit. You should have moved the ladder.

“I fucking told you to be careful,” Billy growled quietly—he didn’t sound angry though. Quite on the contrary… he sounded concerned.

“The ladder must have gotten wet from my shoes.”

You glanced over to the pool. Both your flip-flops were still floating on the surface.

“Looks like you need some swimming lessons, doll.”

“I know how to swim, dumbass! I… I couldn’t move…”

“You probably have a concussion. And you breathed in a shit ton of water, your brain went into panic mode.”

“Yeah, thanks for the chemistry lesson.”

“You need to go see a doctor. I’ll go get you some towels, I’ll be right back.” With that, Billy stood, leaving you and your friend behind. You only realised now that there were a number of people watching the whole ordeal. You scoffed.

“Oh my fucking God,” your friend began then. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… just… in shock I guess. What exactly happened? I only remember blacking out and someone pulling me out of the water.”

“Uh-huh, well that was Billy. Shit, you should have seen him! I opened the door with that stupid tape in hand and walk back in, next thing I know I wonder where the hell you are. Put one and one together when I heard him scream your name like you were being murdered and then he all but jumped off his chair, ran to the side of the pool and dove in like a Baywatch character. I could almost see it in slow motion. Have you got any idea how hot that was? And then, Jesus Christ, he heaved you out of the water bridal-style, climbed out himself and… I had no idea watching someone do CPR on someone could be so hot!”

“Are you seriously romanticising me almost drowning right now?!” You couldn’t help but chuckle regardless only to cough again moments later. But your friend was right. What Billy had done was quite heroic. Sure, it was his bloody job, he was the lifeguard after all… but you hated to admit the effect of him saving you had on your body… and your mind.

“Here you go.” You almost flinched when he returned, draping two towels over your shoulders and then helping you up on your feet. “My shift is about to end, I’m gonna grab my stuff and drive you to the hospital.”

“You want to do what?”

“Do you have another ride?”

You did not. You’d walked here on foot. “N-no.”

“Thought so. I’m assuming you don’t have any spare clothes on you but we need to get you out of that wet stuff. I should have something dry in my car.” Oh, and what was that? Remnants of previous conquests?

Before you could speak your snarky comment out loud, Billy turned to your friend. “Are you good here alone?”

“Yeah, I’ll manage.”

“Don’t slip,” he said instead of goodbye. Then, he led you out to the changing rooms.

It was quiet here. You were alone. No annoying gawkers.

“Billy… uh… thank you. I owe you.” And you did. He literally saved your life today. Without him... this could have been your last day on God’s green Earth.

“Let’s say eight o’clock tonight then. I’ll pick you up.” Damn that chewing gum. Why did it have to look so hot when he did it? And… did he seriously have the guts to ask if… you had just… you had merely… Frustrated, you breathed out loudly.

“I almost died and you’re asking me out on a date?”

“I’m the one who saved you, right?”

“Oh, so is that why you did it?”

“Nah…” He grinned, averting his eyes for a moment. “But you just said you owe me. So I wanna take you out.”

If your friend was here right now, she would have given you a nudge. You sighed. Fine. “Alright, Hargrove. Eight o’clock. But I get to pick where we eat.”

You could swear you could feel your panties getting even wetter when he nodded and gave you a sly wink before opening the door for you to lead you to his car.

A/N: Lots of Christmas Imagines coming throughout December for pretty much all the characters I write for! Including everyone’s remaining requests!

Also, my first novel is coming out! FINALLY! Check out my pinned post on my blog for more details! ♥

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things #stranger things billy #stranger things billy imagine #stranger things imagine #dacre montgomery

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fandom-go-round · 1 year

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Homesick: Reader x Optimus Prime

This is the 2000+ follower giveaway fic! I hope that everyone enjoy!

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Sticky Sex, Robot x Robot Sex, Homesickness, Angst with Happy Ending

Cybertron was coming together, and Optimus seemed to be getting distracted. Part of it made sense; he had been so focused on rebuilding and bringing all the mechs home that there wasn’t time for anything else. He threw himself into his work, feeling responsible for what had happened. You tried to reassure him and he seemed to slowly be making peace with everything that had happened. Until the ceremony.

It was more of a party than a ceremony. All over Cybertron, each city state had set up a banquet, funded by the government. The goal was to help unite everyone under the same banner and become one people again. Of course, there had been intense negotiations and there were still arguments but things had come a long way. Optimus was happy with the way things were going, looking forward to the celebration.

Things were going off without a hitch, mechs were laughing and having a good time. It helped that the high grade was also flowing. Optimus spoke to everyone who came up to him, shaking hands and discussing the future. You stayed by his side, making small talk and inviting people to let loose. Your sparkmate had even had a cube of high grade himself, something he rarely indulged in.

The highlight of the night was the coordinated fireworks show between all the city states. You watched in awe next to Optimus, the colors exploding overhead and on the news. The finale was a giant ring of lights surrounding Cybertron, the entire planet seeming to cheer as one. Optimus held your hand the entire time, his grip getting tighter and tighter. You knew he wasn’t a fan of the lights but admitted that most of his people loved them. The night ended with the two of you retiring together and a new era being ushered in.

Ever since that night, Optimus was more reserved. It wasn’t hard for him to fake it, especially since the new government was being formed and he was being asked to participate less and less. You kept teasing him about going into retirement but he agreed; he didn’t want to fight anymore. Not for a long time.

You noticed him retreating mostly at night, just the two of you. Normally he was a very physically affectionate mech but he was pulling away more and more. When he was out in public, Optimus put up a good front. Bumblebee noticed as well and the two of you privately wondered what was bothering him. Optimus was determined to keep his secrets, however, and it was only after a few weeks of this that you brought it up.

“Optimus.” You called out from the living room, looking up from your datapad. It was a letter from Drift, reporting out on the status of Earth. You always felt torn, excited to hear how your home planet was doing and a deep homesickness. It was easier to ignore when you were focused on Cybertron but sometimes it was nice to think of the blue oceans and wide open skies.

“Yes my love?” He wandered into the room, going over to you. He sat next to you but didn’t touch you, prompting you to move closer. He didn’t complain when you snuggled close enough to have your legs touch, leaning over to show him your datapad.

“Drift sent us another update. Did you want to read it?” You were surprised when Optimus made no move to take the report, looking out the window instead. You raised a browplate, waiting for him to speak. “Optimus?”

“I have something to tell you.” You didn’t know if it was the tone of his voice or the wording but Optimus made everything feel like a confession. This even more so. You nodded at his words, reaching out to hold his servo. He gave a gentle squeeze and then looked straight into your optics.

“I no longer wish to be on Cybertron.” You froze, optics flickering as you began to process.

“Where would you rather be?” You were, understandably, confused and Optimus let out a deep ex-vent.

“I wish to return to Earth. I find myself missing it more and more. Sometimes I view Cybertron and it just feels… empty.” You nodded, leaning into his shoulder and looking out the window. You watched the streetlamps turn on, wondering what you wanted to say.

“I miss Earth too.” He seemed surprised at your confession and you kept going, letting the homesickness well up inside of you. “I miss the sun and the trees. The ocean. Dogs running through the park. Cybertron is beautiful but not in the same way.” You looked up to see him gazing down at you, optics soft.

“I am sorry, I should have known that you would understand.” He gave another vent, looking more tired than you had ever seen him. “I am tired. I wish to rest and I don’t know if I can do that on Cybertron.”

“Too many memories?” He nodded and you gave your own ex-vent. “It’s a blessing and a curse, how long you live.”

“Indeed.” The two of you feel into silence, soaking in each other’s warmth. Optimus was the more relaxed you and seen him in days and it felt good to be by his side.

“We can leave Cybertron whenever we want you know.” He seemed to perk up at your words and you laughed. “We’re not bound here and the government is stable enough that they wouldn’t fall apart without you.”

“Would Earth welcome us?” You shrugged at his question, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“I think they would. Does it matter? Earth is our home too. We have a right to see it.” Optimus froze, taking in your words and turning to you. He didn’t say a word, retracting his battle mask and leaning over to kiss you, hard. You made a surprised sound against his mouth, servos flying up in surprise between settling on his shoulders.

You couldn’t deny that that it had been a long time since the two of you had been together, at least physically. You could feel yourself heating up and tried to push it down; just because Optimus was kissing you didn’t mean that he wanted to go farther. That thought was quickly pushed from your brain as he nipped at your lower lip and his engine gave a loud rev.

“I love you.” His deep voice was soothing, looking straight into your optics. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“Of course.” Your words held a thread of static, especially once his servos started going up your thighs. He was keeping his touch light but it had been so long that you were hyper sensitive to him. “I love you too.” He hummed at your words, pleased and then leaned in to kiss you again.

Optimus always made you feel like the most important thing in the world and tonight was no exception. His lips were insistent against yours and finally you stood up, swaying a little. Without a word you turned to head to the bedroom, Optimus giving a loud engine rev and following.

It didn’t take long to get into your room and Optimus didn’t waste time kissing you again, leading you towards the bed. You groaned against his mouth, fingers going up to play with the sensors in his shoulders. He gave a moan back, picking you up to help get you onto the berth. You kneeled to get closer to him, on even ground now that you didn’t have to stand.

“I do not deserve you.” His words were muffled by your shoulder, denta nipping at the exposed cables there. You shivered, bucking towards him and pulled his helm back to look straight into his optics.

“It’s not about deserving. I only want you, always.” His optics flickered once and he leaned down to begin nipping at your chestplate, one servo going go to rub at your modesty panel. You arched towards him, groaning more static and doing your best to reciprocate.

Part of you would have been embarrassed by how easily he revved you up but Optimus was making it hard to feel anything but pleasure. He was determined to make up for lost time, or at least it felt like it. The moment your panel slid back he was between your legs, kissing up your thighs to your valve.

“Optimus…” You didn’t know if you were trying to scold him or beg him for more. Your sparkmate leaned back a little and gave you a gentle smile, one of his fingers slowly sliding into you.

“Let me take care of you sweetspark.” You could only nod at his words, throwing your helm back as he began to stretch you open. It always felt so good, especially when he leaned back down to lick at your anterior node. Your hips jerked before you could stop them and he let out a rumble, easily pinning you to the berth.

It was almost painful how slow he was going. Only after you were dripping did Optimus add another finger, lips still sucking on your node. You overloaded with a cry of static and he groaned, the sound of his own plating pulling back almost drowned out. You were coming down from your high when he moved fully between your legs, the hot air from your vents creating fog against his armor.

“Do you need a moment?” His voice was too static filled to be completely unaffected but he was keeping it together better than you. You gave a nod, the overheating warnings finally starting to disappear. You hesitated before sitting up a little, giving him a smile.

“Can I ride you?” Optimus seemed surprised at the question but smiled back, moving to lay next to you.

“Of course.” It didn’t take long for him to get into position and you moved closer to him, straddling one of his legs to start with. He really was a massive mech and positions like this reminded you of that. Optimus keep his servos on your hips, helping you get comfortable on top of him. Both of you knew that he could easily hold your weight but he was a gentlemech, wanting you to go at your own pace.

Slowly you began to sink onto him, twin sounds of static filling the room. Your fans were both going overtime and Optimus’ engine gave a large rev. You where thankful he had spent time opening you up, even if it wasn’t enough. You loved the burn of him filling you but were too impatient to wait long tonight.

You started to ride him before he was completely inside of you, his spike sliding in about halfway before you started to bounce. You were determined to take all of him but wanted both of you to enjoy yourselves as much as possible. Optimus’ fingers dug into your sides, helping you move and encouraging you to go faster.

Neither of you lasted long; you slammed all the way down, his spike hitting your ceiling node perfectly. You overloaded for the second time, optics whiting out and the way Optimus’ engine turned over you knew he had too. Neither of you moved, vents screaming as you tried to cool down.

He reached out and cupped your face, prompting you to look up at him. You gave him a dreamy smile and he kissed you, taking his time and letting you come back to yourself. After a few more moments you moved, legs shaking as you lifted yourself off his spike. He was still hard but he didn’t say anything, helping you settle onto your side. He got up and moved to the washroom, letting you rest your eyes.

“Give me a moment and I can go again.” Optimus turned towards you as you spoke, a wet cloth in hand. He paused before chuckling, giving you a smile.

“If that is what you wish.” The wicked smirk you sent him back was all that he needed to see, engine revving again. Tomorrow you would start planning a trip to Earth; tonight was all about the two of you.

#transformers #maccadam #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime imagine #transformers imagine #optimus prime #transformers idw #exophilia #tf optimus prime #reader x robot

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Hello! I saw you opened requests... May I ask for a female character x Tommy Shelby?

Here's the plot: the protagonist wants to kill him cause he's responsible of her brother's death. She knows he's vulnerable due to Grace's death and she gets close to him taking advantage on his need to have someone beside. A night of love is the perfect moment in which she can carry out her plan, having him alone, disarmed and off guard.. (So NSFW is perfectly ok 😝)

Whether she ends up killing him or not is up to you 🍷 surprise me ✨

I'd just like to have the female protagonist on the "dominant" part. Like... In the show Tom is always the one who wants everything under his supreme control and many fics depict him as such ... Well, he gives me totally opposite vibes, if you know what I mean 😂

That's all ✨ I'm looking forward to reading this! ❤

This was a super fun request!!!! I hope I got what you mean..... I tried really hard. Honestly kind of a slut for sub Tommy. Never thought about it before- but - I might be in love.

Any way because I'm such a softy I made two ending options.... I'll let you all decide which one I was more into ;)

Warnings: dealing with loss, murder, gang type stuff, seduction with bad intentions, sex, oral sex fem receiving, orgasms, kinda kinky, hopefully hot

Eventually the moment he was dreading was clear in view. The large house came into sight making his stomach turn violently. As if sensing it Charlie started to kick up a fuss. His little cries for his mother doing nothing to settle the pain in his chest.

Grace was dead. This house was horrible. Charlie seemed to loudly agree in his own way. So why did he come back?

Appearances mostly. He needed to get his feet back on the ground and settle the situation. The Russians had a tight rope around his neck, if only they would pull a little tighter. The Italians were waiting in the shadows like hungry wolves.

Charlie’s pudgy little hand tugged on the white collar of his shirt making him hate himself for thinking such things.

He got Charlie settled back into the house, envious of the sleeping child next to him. He had no idea when the next time he would be able to rest.

There was a lot of work to be done.

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Readers POV

Growing up in a mob family was not what most people expected. Your brothers carried an unhealthy amount of pressure, while you were completely ignored.

The Shelby - Italian feud had carefully made its way to your family. Your youngest brother was to prove himself to the family & organization by killing the ever annoying Thomas Shelby. Not a simple task by any means.

You wished it was you that pulled the trigger, you wouldn't have missed. The aftermath of Grace Shelby’s body crumpling to the floor left you with two dead brothers, and an engagement to a man you hated. They fought hard to get out but it was no use. He went for a grand shooting in the middle of the room, your other brother's attempt to get him out was useless. Your stomach twisted as you knew taking a shot like that was a suicide attempt… Maybe this was his way out of the family business. Tears stung your eyes and you shook your head, surely he wouldn't have left the consequences on his siblings?

You felt trapped by this grief, maddened by it. The way everyone reacted, especially your father, started a mass unraveling of your whole life. You became buried under harsh realizations and questions on how you were raised. Everything started to evaporate once they were dead, leaving you with a drive to fix the unfixable. You knew that there was no way out of your life's path, yet your mind was determined, spinning in blood lust.

You laid in bed as the cool summer air caressed your skin. Mind engulfed by every bit of information you had collected about what had happened. The cocky smiles of their faces the last time you saw them slowly fading, replaced by the heavier, more traumatizing memory of their broken bodies being returned to your family.

The rest of the crime families your father associated with thought it pathetic, and embarrassing. Out of shame or fear from the Shelby family, people started to try and back away from your father. This meant you were requested to marry into the Changretta family. You were given the task to clear the family name, strengthen bonds, bring the business back, all well someone else got to destroy Thomas Shelby….

A plan had started to form in the absence of sleep. They were your brothers, it was your family given the task, naturally it should be you to complete the task. If you could kill Thomas your family's reputation would be restored earning you enough praise to slip out of the unwanted marriage. Not to mention they would surely benefit from the division of the Shelby estate.

You drape yourself in black fabric and sit in church everyday. Asking for forgiveness, asking for a direction forward. More than revenge, you wanted a way to escape all this life. Killing Thomas just seemed like the best way forward. Looking at the statue of Mother Mary in front of you, her eyes filled with something you’d never felt. You wanted her to tell you what to do.

No clouds in the sky broke, sending a beam of light into the room. No one descended from the sky. No messages fluttering from the grand ceiling.

Instead a group of girls sat in the back of the church attempting to speak in hushed whispers. You were annoyed at first, until you recognised one of the voices to be Ruth Berryman, a known friend of Ada Shelby. You listened as she described the family's peculiar way of grieving the loss of Grace. How Thomas had disappeared and would be returning to the public eye in a charity event hosted at his house. She went on to speculate that he’d hidden himself away to drown in women and opium.

You didn't have any opium, but you were remarkably pretty when you wanted to be… All you needed to do was dress up and sneak in, then get Thomas alone.

A silence fell over the space as Elizabeth Gray made an entrance. You pulled your scarf around your head a little tighter as you watched her slender frame fall into a seat. She looked exhausted, you felt a strange sense of sadness for her. The image of your brothers flashing in your mind pushed that feeling down until it was unreachable.

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Your parents were more distant than ever, no one noticed you plotting away in your bedroom. As long as you were on top of your wedding planning no one paid you any notice. The loneliness started to seep into your bones again, making you feel weighed down. You poured another cup of coffee trying to shake the feeling off. Everyone would see you clearly once this was over…

The night of the event had come around. You had an entrance secured and a clear exit plan.

You looked over your body in the gold framed mirror. The fabric rested heavily on your curves. You would never normally wear anything like this, and you couldn't escape the powerful feeling it gave you. Your body was displayed in a way that was elegant while also being undeniably sexy. You pinned your dark hair up and did your make up.

You’d never seduced anyone before but looking over your final look you felt it shouldn't be too hard.

You pulled up to the large house, leaving your car down by the road. You were late enough that no cars were pulling up the drive to notice your descent on the house. Your long black wool coat covered you from chin to ankle, making you look a part of the woven night.

You made your entrance under a fake name and joined the mess without anyone thinking twice about you.

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Tommy POV

He wished that this event had been unnecessary. The effort it took to stand about moving from conversation to conversation was almost unbearable. His bones were on fire, head pounding, all he could do was pour more whiskey and hoped it would take the edge off. The night dragged on, until a woman caught his eye.

She was tall, wrapped in a tight red dress, and had a look in her eye. The room seemed to be swallowed by her presence, the light bending to wrap around her. Her dark eyes held a gaze that made it hard to breathe. She walked over to him like this was her house, tall and proud, despite not being invited.

“Mr. Shelby.” Her voice floated around him like smoke. She looked content as he held the silence between them, searching her eyes for what secrets they were holding.

“I don’t believe we’ve met?”

“Y/N L/N” She held her hand out to him. He knew she was lying but he couldn't help but the wave of desire that crashed over him and holding her slender fingers in his hand.

They chatted for a while, no mention of Grace, or work. He met everyone of her lies and questions with honesty. He watched as his answers spun around in her eyes, she seemed conflicted, but not surprised. He wanted to impress her, but she was unmovable, like stone. She conducted the conversation, and decided which of his answers she wanted to elaborate on.

Things started to wind down, and he regretfully had to remove himself from her presence to wrap the evening up. She showed no interest in leaving, pouring herself another glass of whiskey.

Polly set in on him about how stupid this was, but he shrugged it off. He knew that there was something this woman wanted to say to him, he was determined to figure it out. Everything about her was weighted heavily with significance. She was here for a reason, maybe because of the Russians, maybe the Italians, but he felt it was something above business. She had nothing vicious in her eyes, there was something she wanted desperately, but it wasn't violence.

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Readers POV

Thomas Shelby was an interesting man. He didn't try to step on your toes, he let you lead the conversation. Never mocking, always hanging on your words. His answers were not what you expected. He wasn't what you expected. Every time you touched him you felt something bigger than grief for the first time in so long.

Eventually he took you into his study to wait while he wished his guests well. You listened as his family loudly made their way upstairs. Stumbling and laughing on the stairs. Elizabeth Gray’s voice carried into the office as she laughed and poked fun at another Shelby woman.

You thought about snooping around his desk but you were stopped by the picture of a woman staring back at you.

His wife's eyes found the words in the back of your head and twisted them painfully. She was dead, and the sadness in him was still very visible to someone who was grieving just the same. Dead at the hands of your brother. He flashed before you and you started to feel sick.

It was either this or be married. Unfortunately your mind was already set.

Thomas entered the room slowly, his eyes dragging over your lounging body. The couch was comfortable and the fire light only made everything seem more warm and intimate.

“Sit with me?” It was meant to be a question but it came out more like an order. He looked at you for a moment before sitting next to you. He was so close you could feel the cold air still attached to his suit jacket.

You didn’t want to talk anymore. It would only make this harder for you in the long run. You needed to get him out of his jacket, make sure he didn't have any weapons still on him.

You raised your hand to brush your fingertips along the short hair on the side of his head. He closed his eyes, and leaned into your touch, your heart gave a twinge as the fire light only made him look more tired.

You were going to fuck up if you kept this up. You dragged your hand down and tugged on his jacket, he wordlessly removed it.

“And the vest” You whispered, there was something in his eyes that made you hate yourself. A wetness started to pool between your legs, even your own body was betraying you.

You pulled your skirt up your thighs and moved to straddle his lap. His hands went to your hips to help settle you into place. You felt the power of sitting here on his lap, his eyes heavy as he looked at you.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You asked in a smoky tone. His eyes flashed in a way that made you feel like gravity had increased. You were falling into him more and more.

“Yes” His tone was breathy and you wished things were different as you studied him. He was so willing to let you take charge. You liked being seen.

He waited patiently for your mouth to reach his, he let your lips take charge, and you deepened the kiss slowly. He was breathless, cheeks flushed, his hands were digging into your hips painfully. You loved the way he clung to your body, how badly he needed you to take his pain away.

Your hand wrapped around the side of his neck causing him to moan. You pushed his head back to rest on the top of the couch exposing the length of his pale throat. You went in for a deeper kiss, holding his neck firmly in place you—----

Option one:

Take your other hand up to your chest and pull the small knife from between your breasts. Quickly you drag it across the skin of his neck. He gasped into your mouth as the blood started to rush down his body. You looked into his eyes and admired the love you felt.

“Thank you” He whispered softly. You held his body while he left this earth for something better. He slipped away so peacefully you knew that it must have been more of a favor to him than anything.

The house was quiet and you made your way to the window behind the desk and slipped away into the night peacefully. Things went back to usual in your family so you decided it was in your best interest to move on. The war got worse, Tommy's brothers took over and his Aunt was determined to destroy your family. You had the money, so you ran away, unnoticed, placing as much distance between you and Birmingham as possible.

Option Two:

You stopped suddenly. Looking over his face.

“Tell me what it is.” He whispered, pupils blown out. You knew that it would be suicide to tell him the truth. Death seemed like a friend you would greet with open arms. Your vision was filled with the photo on his desk, his wife. His dead wife. The smaller photos of a little boy. Eyes bright, motherless. You pressed your head against his and took a shaky breath.

“My brother - I - I came here to kill you.” You watched how his face didn't change. Stayed just as relaxed and calm.

“What have you decided then?” He asked like he was asking if it was raining. You knew a part of him wishes you would go through with it, just like there was a part of you that would be more than happy to die at his hand.

“I can’t do it.” You said feeling a weight lift off of you.

“Why not?” His eyes were back in focus now searching you.

“You feel different -” You couldn't explain it. He was different and it was intoxicating. “And you have a kid upstairs.” You shook your head. You would either die right here, or you would go home to die everyday beside your husband. Either way you’d finally made your choice.

His big hands ran along your body and you could see him weighing his options carefully.

“Be a shame if either of us died without fucking first eh?”

You nodded at his crude words and your mouths met again instantly.

You both fought for control at first, ripping each other's clothes off, hands groping frantically. You ended up falling off the couch landing flat on your back. The texture of the carpet was surprisingly soft and the heat from the fire kept you comfortable. He parted your legs, leaning down towards you. You gripped a handful of the longer hair at the top of his head and used all your strength to push his head where you wanted it. He let out a deep moan as you pressed his face into your hot flesh. He submitted entirely and ate you out like he was starved. Tongue caressing you coupled with the sharp suction created by his mouth had you writhing.

“Ah yes. So good. Fuck -Tom” Your words came spiraling out of you as he worked you over. His eyes flashed up at you with a different kind of need. He wanted to make you happy, he wanted to know it made you happy.

You were getting close, but you wanted to cum around him. You pushed his face off and he got up on his knees, heavy cock standing proudly. You wrapped your slender finger around him, the walls off your pussy fluttering at the size of him. God he was going to destroy you. You could see he was about to lose his patience with your hand, you were naked and strung out. It was his time to take charge.

“Are you ready?” You asked him, tightening your grip on him, you wanted to push him further.

“Yes” He moved toward you but you only squeezed him further causing him to moan.

“See if I’m ready” You whispered into his ear like it was a dirty secret. You felt his fingers push into you slowly and his head dropped to rest on your shoulder. You let out a moan when his fingers rubbed against the spot you needed him the most.

“Feels so good, so good at stretching me open” You whisper, feeling his jaw clench against your neck. You wanted to see his face but wouldn't push him. You had no idea what you were doing or why it felt this good.

“Feel how wet you made me?” He let out a deep groan and you felt his cock twitch in your hand.

“You think I'm wet enough?”

“Yes” He answered out of breath.

“Are you sure? You're so big”

“Fuck - Yes” He was so far gone and you’d barley touched him. You were fairly confident that you could make him cum just like this, and it would still be the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

“You want to fuck me now?” You pulled his cock against your wet folds causing him to make a small strangled noise.

You took that as the answer it was, lining the head of his cock up with your wet entrance you guided his hips forward. You expected him to take over, rip through you to find his release, take his revenge. Instead he followed the wordless directions of the hand you had placed on his hip. This time it was your turn to groan. He stretched you out so slowly, soon you were at your limit. Taking all of him was a beautiful and painful task. Guiding him to pull out and slowly move back in pleasure won over the pain and your hips moved to meet his shallow thrust.

“God, you fill me so well” You felt his body melt under the praise. You guided his hips in and out of you slowly feeling yourself slip away. The pace got quicker gradually and eventually he was fucking you with a stregth that ruined you for anyone else.

There was only so much you could take before you demanded he touch you. His thumb circled your clit, his body pushing you somewhere it hadn't been before.

“Please, dont stop - Tom - Ah - youre going to make me cum - fuck baby make me cum” Words spiraled out of your moth and he drank each one of them down. Fucking you harder, he took you over the edge, your body swallowing him. Walls rhythmically contracting pull him over the edge spilling inside you. He rode both of the orgasms out before collapsing on you. Your arms held him tightly, not wanting him or the feeling inside you to go.

He broke your hold and held himself above you. His hand came up to caress the side of your neck and you took one last look of his blue eyes before closing your own. You tilted your chin up exposing his neck. You waited for his other hand to embrace your neck, for him to take your life.

“Promise you won’t bring harm to me or my family.”

Your eyes flew open and met his gaze. “I promise” He gave you a nod then pulled out of you slowly. His mouth moved to suck a deep mark into your throat before he pushed himself back inside you. After pulling another orgasm from you he cleaned the both of you up.

“What are your plans for next friday?” He asked as you both sat on the floor in front of the couch. You were sipping whiskey and smoking cigarettes unsure of what to make of the situation that just happened.

“I’m supposed to be getting married.”

“For business or love?”

“Business, my brothers couldn't kill you and that led to a lot of problems.”

His face twisted briefly remembering the problems it caused him as well. He was quiet and you felt yourself yearning to apologize.

“We both lost a lot because of this. I don't even know who started all of it but I’d like to end it. Leave all of it, everyone and thing behind if I could” He studied you carefully before lighting another cigarette.

“How bout I make a counter offer then?” His words hit you like a truck. Surely he couldn't be serious.

“I’ll marry you. Take the territory that would have been handed down to your brothers. In return you can do what you like within reason and the fighting stops.”

You thought about it for a long moment. You thought about all the plans everyone was making, how much destruction was about to move into action.

“Can I do what I like to you?”You asked in a cheeky tone, desperate to stop thinking about everything. You watched his gaze get hungry.

“Most certainly”

“I won't share you. With anyone, ever” The words were out of your mouth before you realized what you said. He may not love you, this may be for business, but the thought of someone else touching him and having him like that caused your blood to boil.

“Somehow I don't think that will be a problem” The corner of his mouth pulled up into a ghostly smile.

You clink your glasses together and fell back into a comfortable silence, your head resting on his shoulder.

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They did get married, it was a business deal that ended the feuding. (Saving John)

She freaks out about how to look after Charlie because her parents were so distant towards her growing up that she has no idea what to do. Polly and her bond over this. Charlie almost immediately gets attached to her. Eventually she proves herself to the rest of the family.

She takes good care of Tommy, giving him someone to trust. But she's very opinionated and they fight a lot. Its explosive and usually ends with them fucking against any surface. She just wants the family to be protected and doesn't like taking big risks. So they balance each other out a little. Tommy’s calm and she’s so tired of being calm that the first chance she gets to lay into someone she takes it.

The first time she had to kill someone it was to protect Charlie. She broke down after the situation because she almost did that to Tommy. Everything she had now - a family that loved her and respected her, a husband that paid attention / was kind to her, a little boy that called her mum and ran to her every time he was scared - She got all of that from Tommy - He has to hold her for hours before she calms down. That's when they realize that they really love each other.

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No but like… Coming Out as Bi to Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!bisexual!Reader

Summary: Reader comes out as bi to her boyfriend, Bucky and he’s a total sweetheart about it.

Format: Drabble

A/N: Just a cute lil drabble for any bi Bucky girlies like myself!!

There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky loved you. He was a doting and caring boyfriend who always tended to your needs and listened intently to you. Everyday, he would shower you with affection and remind you how much he loved you and how lucky he was to be with you.

However, it didn’t escape your notice that he grew up in the early half of the 20th century, a time period not exactly known for being notoriously LGBT friendly. It made you worry that he might not be able to accept your bisexuality.

Bucky had retained some old man habits such as insisting that he read the newspaper on paper rather on a computer as that’s how it was intended. He had set a prohibition on phones being present at the dinner table as back in his day people would actually have a conversation. He enjoyed 40s music and would rant endlessly that people don’t go dancing the way he used to. You found all of this about him endearing, especially when he would assert that you’d be the prettiest girl there and all of the other guys would be jealous. Nonetheless, it also made you deeply concerned that he could be harbouring some homophobic tendencies amongst those quaint ideals.

Whilst you loved him and only wanted to be with him, you felt that you were hiding something from having not came out to him yet. You were scared that he wouldn’t be able to accept it. Previous boyfriends hadn’t taken it seriously, often using it as an excuse to ask for a threesome or even recoiling in horror that you could ever possibly be attracted to more than one gender. And they had the advantage of having actually been raised in this century.

Looking over at Bucky, sitting on your sofa and reading his newspaper (in the paper hard copy of course), you knew you just had to rip this bandaid off and tell him. Afterall, this was a fundamental and beautiful part of you that you couldn’t change. If he couldn’t accept that, then that was his problem.

“Buck.” You announced, breaking the comfortable silence that was centred around you both.

“Hmm?” He asked, not looking up from the sports section. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as he analysed the reports as if he hadn’t heard them all before on the radio.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, sweetheart. What’s up?” He folded his paper up properly and sat it to the his side, giving you his undivided attention. The corners of his mouth stretched into a little smile which was encouraging but you still felt a hint of dread.

“Well you see… the thing is… erm, I don’t know how to say this…” you cringed at your inability to say this properly. This was your boyfriend, he’d seen every single inch of you, he knew your deepest and darkest insecurities and even your most embarrassing childhood memory. How could this be so difficult?

“Doll, you’re starting to freak me out a little. Can you please just tell me what’s wrong?” Bucky frowned and moved so he was sitting at the edge of his seat, ready to reach out for you as he could sense how uncomfortable you were.

“I’m bisexual!” You blurted out. Bucky nodded at you and stayed silent. “Meaning I am attracted to more than one gen-“

“I was born in 1917, I think I’ve lived long enough to know what being bisexual is, baby.” Bucky chuckled at you. His face softened at your confession, relieved that it wasn’t something more sinister. You, on the other hand, were at a loss for words.

“Okay… so? What? Don’t you have an opinion on it?” You looked at him with a puzzled expression. He was so much calmer than you had expected him to be. You were the one delivering the news that was meant to be shocking but it was him making you do a double take.

“Am I supposed to have an opinion on it?” He raised his eyebrow. You stuttered and stammered in response, still in shock at his level of indifference to the situation. In comparison to telling your previous boyfriends which set off painful explosions that motivated shame and self-loathing within you, this was nothing.

Bucky could see you were internalising your reaction and he offered his arms out for you to sit on his lap. Your mind had went into overdrive trying to process his reaction that you didn’t even register the steps you took towards him to take your place on his knee. He wrapped his arms round your waist, pulling you close to his chest and kissed your cheek.

“Who promised me that they’d always love me, no matter what?” Bucky asked, running his thumb along your thigh soothingly.

“I did.” You mumbled in response.

“Exactly, you did. And I think I was pretty clear that I loved you no matter what, and if I wasn’t then this is me reminding you. So, why were you so nervous?” He squeezed your waist reassuringly and you started to feel more at ease. It allowed you to press on and voice your original concerns.

“It’s just that… you lived in the 40s! I can’t exactly imagine that the pride parades were lighting up the streets. You come from a time that people used to be arrested for being like me!” You confessed to him, looking into his deep blue eyes in search of some sort of understanding.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky admitted. “But I am learning a lot, which you should be taking a good chunk of the credit for,” he gave you another squeeze which prompted a giggle from you. “And honestly, the fact is, you were born that way. I love everything about you, including this. No wait, especially this. Thank you for telling me and trusting me with it.”

Your heart warmed in a way that you had noticed had been specifically reserved for Bucky. You gave him a sweet kiss and rubbed your thumb along his jaw, unable to stop the widening smile on your face that made your cheeks hurt. “Thank you for being so understanding. That really meant a lot to me. Like, you have no idea. I love you so much, sweetie.”

Bucky smiled at you and peppered kisses all over your face, relishing in the giggles this brought out in you. “You’re my best girl. Nothing could change how I feel about you. Nothing at all.”

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