#it’s quite scary to do that but also very rewarding

[pellucid-constellations]

Are You Bored Yet?

Pairing: College!Bucky x Tutor!Reader

Summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to.

Word count: 8k

Warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky c:

a/n:​​​ I am so excited to finally post something!! It only took me four months 😅 If you enjoy it please please let me know ❤️❤️

Masterlist

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12:59 pm.

The birchwood table nestled in the back of the library was long but otherwise empty, the only thing occupying it being your laptop and quite a few books. He wasn’t late. Yet. You weren’t going to hold onto that hope, however.

Tutoring Bucky Barnes was not what you had in mind when you volunteered for the peer assistance program at your university. It was true you were only using the club to boost your resume, but you had assumed the only people reaching out for help would be those that actually wanted it. Unfortunately, that was not the case. 

Sure, Bucky wanted help. Just not with anything that actually warranted the word. He wanted help sweet talking the cops so they wouldn't shut down his parties. He wanted help recruiting girls to show up to his parties. And—the one thing you could actually do—he wanted help passing his classes with the minimum GPA required to not get kicked out of his frat. So he could continue to throw parties. 

Everything in his life revolved around his fraternity, which made you very important to him. When he wanted you to be. 

With your apparently astounding knowledge of biology (you took notes during lectures), you became the star in Bucky’s life every Monday and Wednesday from 1:00 pm (give or take ten minutes) to 2:00 pm. He was also very attentive during the thirty minute phone calls he initiated prior to tests, and always looked happy to see you when he passed you devouring a bagel at the crack of dawn in the dining hall. 

Every situation in which you had come in contact with Bucky was isolated and purposeful (minus the bagel). You didn’t hang out or invite each other places, and you were almost positive that if you were to see him in his natural habitat, you would want to tutor him even less than you did now, and that was saying something. So you were important to Bucky during the times you were supposed to be important, and he was important to you in the sense that he was a job. 

But as your laptop blinked the numbers 1:22 pm back at your unimpressed expression, Bucky became much less important today. You took in a long, tortured breath before sending your gaze up to the ceiling, giving it another three minutes before you truly gave up on him for the day. 

One minute. 

Two minutes. 

The library really needed new ceiling tiles. 

1:25 pm and you snapped your laptop shut. Your fingers itched to send yet another complaint about this whole ordeal Natasha’s way, but you stopped yourself. She had already heard plenty about Barnes at this point, plus she always gave you a weird look every time you came stomping into the apartment, grumbling about something else he had done. 

You hated her weird looks, all raised eyebrows and stiff lips.

With your backpack heaved onto the table and your things slowly funneling in, you figured a nap was the best reward for sitting in the library for an unnecessary twenty-five minutes. Your last prickle of irritation was stifled at the prospect of a warm bed as you stood, only to find that irritation had returned to you tenfold. In the form of Bucky Barnes. 

“You going somewhere?” he seemed to taunt, his bag slung casually over one shoulder. 

Your jaw ticked. “Home.” 

His mouth turned up at one side, an expression you had learned meant he found you amusing. He never seemed to outright laugh at your annoyance, but apparently, it was hard to tamp down all of the joy he got out of it. Bucky took two long strides to meet the table you were attempting to abandon. 

“But I still got about—” he checked his watch “—thirty-three minutes? And an arsenal of questions about amino acids. Help a guy out.” 

“And I still got—” you checked the nonexistent watch on your wrist “—no patience for this today. You’re over twenty minutes late, Barnes. Use that watch to set an alarm on Wednesday and I’ll tell you everything you’ll inevitably forget about amino acids then.” 

He groaned, rounding the table to set firm hands on your shoulders as he hovered behind you. “Sit. I’ll buy you a coffee and I promise I won’t be late on Wednesday, okay? I was dealing with something before this and lost track of time.” 

“Were you dealing with another sorority girl in your bed? Who was it last week? Amber? No, Michelle?” 

“It’s a Monday, y/n. Cut me some slack.” 

“You came to me on a Wednesday with a hangover,” you deadpanned.

Bucky grimaced, the expression visible to you as he managed to guide you back into your chair. “Oat milk, right? A double?” 

You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as he tossed his bag by your feet and jogged over to the coffee cart just outside the library. He fumbled with his wallet when he went to pay, and you watched him point to the carton of oat milk the barista had yet to reach for. His greek letters were printed on the gray hoodie he had haphazardly thrown over his shoulders, and you held the reprimand on your tongue when you saw the matching sweatpants he donned. 

The last time he had shown up in his pajamas—late—you’d had some choice words for him. Bucky turned around with your coffee then, poking the straw through the lid and sending you a sheepish smile through the window. 

He was lucky you accepted bribes. 

~~

“Please,” the boy across from you continued to beg, a pen held loosely between pliant fingers. “Just ask her, that’s all I want. You can even come too.” 

“Oh, wow, the great frat president letting me come to his stupid toga party? How could I ever thank you enough?” 

It was Wednesday now, and Bucky was surprisingly on time to the tutoring session. You’d gotten through about half of the last bio lecture before he started asking you ridiculous questions that had nothing to do with the content. Today, he was dead set on getting your lab partner from chemistry to go to his party this weekend. 

“Okay, yeah, you could come to whatever party you want, you know? I put you on the list—but this one will be even better if you’d just do this one thing for me.” 

You finally tore your eyes from your laptop, glancing lazily at him. “And what would make this one so—wait, what list?” 

He waved you off. “The one at the door. Did it like… the second week we started this? Anyways, Wanda?” 

You let this new information settle and tried to ignore whatever implications came with being on some frat list thanks to Bucky. He had never explicitly invited you to any of his parties over the past few months and you had never asked to come. Apparently, you could have shown up whenever you wanted to and had a grand old time. 

Not that that sounded the least bit grand. 

Bucky was looking at you still, all pleading features and a soft, infuriating smile on his lips. When he wasn’t talking to random girls in the library or taking annoying phone calls in the middle of your sessions, he was sort of endearing. In a terrible, awful sense. 

You groaned, throwing yourself back against your chair in begrudging defeat. “I don’t even talk to her outside of chem. Don’t you think it’d be a little weird to invite her to a party that I’m not even going to?” 

“So come,” he answered simply, as if that was in the realm of possibilities. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Sure, I’ll come to your party, Barnes.” 

“Great,” he grinned. “Vision’s gonna be so hyped.” 

You watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket and kept your lie to yourself. He wouldn’t notice that you didn’t show up on Friday, and likely wouldn’t even bring it up the following Monday. He always had such vibrant, headache-inducing stories that you were sure your absence would be nothing more than a fleeting footnote. 

“You have a toga, right?” he mumbled, face still screwed up in concentration as he continued his text. 

“Isn’t it just a sheet all twisted up?” you asked, shutting your computer. Tutoring was obviously over. 

Bucky pocketed his phone again, brows raised in amusement. “Depends on your motives for the night.” 

“And my motives wouldn’t be to… wear a toga?” 

He chuckled and huffed out your name, resting an arm along the back of the chair to his right—your chair. “Other motives. Like if you’re trying to get someone’s attention.” 

You blinked at the warmth along your back. “Oh, of course. Then I would twist up a pillowcase instead, right?”

“Something like that.” 

He smelled like coconut. Like a day at the beach but afterwards, when the sunscreen still lingered in the air but fresh clothes covered skin that had been warmed by the sun. You could usually ignore whatever expensive combination he had on his skin, but when he got close like this it was almost impossible. 

Part of you always wanted to chuck his arm away when he leaned over you, but another part of you liked that he kept it there. It was a strange part of you, the same one that relished the looks you got from sorority girls in the library and harbored a sense of pride each time he made a blatant attempt to touch you. 

You had spent fleeting moments analyzing these emotions and chalked them up to some internalized desire for validation. Nothing else. Bucky was a hot guy and everyone knew that, so having his attention—in any capacity—felt nice. Sometimes. Meaning right now it was nice that he was looking at you with his arm practically glued to your back, but next week when he showed up late with a hangover and tried to steal the jacket off your body it would be not so nice. 

The duality of man. 

It helped your partial insanity that Bucky would never actually be interested in you. You weren’t in a sorority or interested to his parent’s money, and, worst of all, you didn’t know how to maneuver a sheet into a toga. When he put his arm around you or moved your hair from your eyes as you leaned over a book, it was probably out of habit. It felt nice, but you knew reality. This was a passing phase, and by the summer you wouldn’t even speak to him anymore.

“I’ll text you more info about everything,” Bucky called, pulling you from your thoughts. “You can come early and I’ll help you with that pillowcase.” 

You froze, the book you were shoving into your bag pausing in your hands. “Uh, maybe.” 

“No, seriously, it’d be better if you came early. I was kidding about the pillowcase but if you come on time it’ll be too crazy for me to show you around.” 

“You don’t have to show me around, Bucky. I’ve been to a house party before.” 

“Y/n, are you not coming to this thing?” Bucky accused, swiping the book from your hands and softly tossing it on the table. It still made a loud thud that had a few bitter looks thrown your way. 

“Dude!” you whispered, meeting each mean gaze with your apologetic one. “Why does it matter if I come? You just wanted Wanda anyway.” 

He knocked your hand away when you went to reach for the book again, encircling your wrist with his fingers. “You just lied to me. Straight to my face. You said you’d come and now you gotta.” 

You gave his fingers an experimental tug, but he was unrelenting in his soft grip. You glared at him through your lashes, meeting his uncharacteristically stern gaze that contrasted the humor on his lips. 

“You ever hear of sarcasm?” you whispered with a half-hearted bite. 

“Unfortunately, that’s about all I hear outta you,” he smirked back. 

You rolled your eyes, finally yanking hard enough to free yourself from him. “Then you should have known I wasn’t going to come. No matter what ‘list’ you put me on.” 

“What else could you possibly have going on on a Friday night?” 

Ouch. You felt your brows furrow even though you didn’t will them to, and even worse, you felt a rash defensiveness lodge itself in your throat. You hated the heat that now prickled along the skin of your neck, and you hated even more how it extinguished all of the good warmth you had felt from him earlier. 

This was humiliation, surely—the kind that only came from feeling small. 

“You don’t have to be a dick,” you seethed, snapping up the remainder of your belongings. “Just because I don’t want to go to your stupid frat doesn't mean I have nothing to do. I don’t spend all of my time hoping to get invited to ridiculous parties.” 

Bucky shifted up in his seat, eyes blown just a fraction wider. “Whoa, I didn’t mean—hey, stop a sec, I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Whatever, Bucky,” you droned, as a new temperature seeped into the skin of your palms and made them clammy. Any semblance of delusion you’d fallen into earlier was long gone now, but you knew to expect that. He wasn’t interested in you and you weren’t interested in him. But embarrassment wasn’t a good feeling, regardless of a multitude of reality checks. 

Bucky got up when you did, his clothes looking creased and lived in. “We still have time in our session,” he defended, arm jutting out to the table. “C’mon, I didn’t mean you don’t have friends.” 

Your glare sharpened. “Great, another insinuation.” 

Bucky sputtered out incoherent words as you continued your trek outside, resorting to grabbing your wrist again, this time with more urgency. You felt the heat in you simmer down to a dull throb as he made contact, mostly out of respect for your future self. If you made this a huge deal it would only embarrass you more. 

“Look, it doesn’t even matter, okay?” you huffed, but he just tugged you forward. It was then that you realized you were in the doorway of the library, effectively blocking it off from anyone trying to leave. Bucky pulled you close enough to his chest that you weren’t in the way anymore. His cologne was back with a vengeance, your nose just inches from his collar.  

You took a steadying breath, blinking away the remnants of shame. “It doesn’t matter, I overreacted.” 

He clicked his tongue. “I’m still apologizing. I didn’t mean any of that stuff you were talking about.” 

Of course he did. You were sure he thought it all the time. He just didn’t mean to say it out loud. 

“It’s fine,” you rushed. “I have to go, anyway. Office hours.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, soft and low, like he just remembered he was in a library. “You’ll still come this weekend, right? Even if Wanda can’t?” 

“You have some kind of girl quota you need to meet?” you pressed.

Bucky smiled, still so close to you that you could feel the small breath that accompanied the expression. “And she’s back.” 

You left without promising anything, and Bucky left feeling like you had. 

~~

Sometime between Wednesday and Friday, your detestment for frat parties had snowballed into determination. You were going to go and you were going to look like you were having so much fun it was ridiculous. Then, on Monday, when Bucky would usually poke and prod about what you’d gotten up to over the past few days, you were going to pretend that it was nothing for you. That you did that every weekend. 

Of course, you didn’t. Your weekends typically consisted of calm nights with friends or dinners near campus. You’d been to a party before, sure, but you didn’t exactly frequent those kinds of scenes. 

Bucky had continued to make it clear that you were invited. He had texted you a few times, prompting you to come and thanking you for getting Wanda to agree. The messages looked strange under the plethora of biology related questions, but that just spurred you further into action. You weren’t just a tutor with no social life, and Bucky was going to see that tonight. You couldn’t remember doing something out of pure spite before, but you figured having fun to prove a point wasn’t the worst thing. 

Wanda pulled you out of your thoughts as the Uber rounded the last dark corner and revealed an overcrowded house with too many lights on. She rambled on about some guy she couldn’t wait to see and confirmed that she would likely be spending the night. You expected as much; it hadn’t taken much convincing to get her to come. If this night resulted in anything good it was apparently the blossoming relationship between your new friend and a man you’d never met. 

Wanda continued to chat as she yanked you out of the car and past the yard littered with sparse grass. The music was loud already—the type of loud that you needed to be at least a little drunk to enjoy. And that was the plan. 

“Okay, if I start dancing on a table you pull me down. And if you start dancing on a table I support you, right?” Wanda giggled, her voice now raised as you walked past the threshold of the house. 

“Exactly,” you yelled back. A guy nodded to you as he leaned against the front door, his eyes glancing up from his phone and then returning. It seemed Bucky’s ‘list’ was a page on some guy’s notes app. How luxurious. “Let’s drink.” 

The next hour was a blur. You tried your hardest to get as drunk as possible and Wanda tried her hardest to find the British man she was enamored with. You hadn’t seen Bucky, but you figured he wasn’t looking for you too hard since you hadn’t responded to any of his texts. Not out of anger, but because you didn’t know what to say. Somehow, with alcohol warming your blood and music vibrating your skin, none of that mattered anymore. 

You: Your house is soooo dirty

Your phone jostled in your grip, people bumping into you from every side. When he didn’t answer in the thirty seconds you spent staring at the screen, you locked it and continued on with your mission. 

After a few too many shots of hard liquor, you switched to beer. Gross, but decidedly less likely to make you pass out on the staircase of this house. Because you weren’t lying in your text—it was slightly disgusting. You figured you should clarify that with Bucky. You reached for your phone once again, knocking your head against the wall in the process and giggling to yourself. You had no idea where Wanda went. 

The device was snatched from your hands just as quickly as the screen had lit up your face. 

“You ever answer this thing?” an accusing voice called out. “Or do you just insult people and put it on do not disturb?” 

The look on Bucky’s face would have made you roll your eyes in any other circumstance. Right now, however, it had a startled laugh bursting past your lips. You clutched at your stomach as the laugh grew and you found yourself tipping forward until your forehead met his chest. You felt delirious, almost silly. A hand came around to rest on the back of your neck.

“Alright, alright.” Bucky’s words rumbled against your face. “I get it, this is hilarious.” 

“Your… your face,” you breathed out, catching your breath enough to part from him. “It was all—” you mimicked the straight line of his eyebrows, voice raising in a mocking tone. “—You don’t ever answer your phone. You’re so boring, y/n, answer your phone.” 

“I didn’t call you boring. Hey—hey,” Bucky stressed, reaching for you as you leaned too far to the side, a smile still lingering on your face. “Jesus, y/n, how much did you have to drink?” 

You went to mock him again, but his fingers on your jaw stopped you. He tilted your head up and to the left, and although he was much more composed than you were, you could still smell the alcohol on his breath. You scrunched up your nose as he continued his inspection. 

“Why’re you being so uptight?” you slurred, trying and failing to push away from him. “I thought you were all like, ‘I’m Bucky and I party and get drunk and have sex with girls.’”

Bucky pulled you forward as you laughed at your impression of him, his shaking head making you blink away a bout of dizziness. You toppled over a set of stairs as he threaded his fingers through yours, and then you stumbled through a doorway and onto carpeted floors. Being pressed into an uncomfortable chair was the most jarring action, the world still spinning as you sat. 

“You’re even more mean when you're drunk,” you heard Bucky mumble. You couldn’t quite catch him as he moved around whatever room you were in. “And I don’t talk like that.” 

You let out a careless sigh and leaned back. “You soooo talk like that.” 

Something cold pressed to your hand, followed by another touch to the back of your neck. You gazed down at the water bottle being guided up to your lips and couldn’t find it in you to fight against it, despite the small spark of defiance on the tip of your tongue. After about four large swallows, Bucky was satisfied. 

He asked again how much you’d had to drink. 

You answered that you didn’t know—that it didn’t matter because he wasn’t your dad and you were having fun like you always did. He bit the inside of his cheek and didn’t say anything for the next few moments. 

And then, “Thought you weren’t gonna come tonight.” 

You hummed, rolling your head against the chair to look up at his standing form. “Of course I was going to come. I love parties. Love drinking alcohol.” 

His expression twisted into something you couldn’t recognize. “God, you’re so drunk.” 

“M’not even that drunk!” 

“You’re willingly in my room right now. You’re plastered.” 

“Maybe I want to be in your room.” 

“We both know that’s not true.” 

You chuckled breathily, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see the pretty flush of Bucky’s face. “You think you know everything, don’t you? Don’t know much about me though. Or biology.” 

Bucky kneeled down to the height of the chair. “And what do I not know about you?” 

“So much.” 

“How much?” 

You bit into your lip and cracked an eye open, catching the amusement that had slipped past the strange mask of his emotions. With blissful ignorance, you heaved yourself forward on the chair, your nose a few inches from Bucky’s. His eyes didn’t waver from yours as you swayed. 

“You don’t know that I’m the most interesting person on Earth,” you boasted, fingers gripping the upholstery of your seat. 

“That right?” Bucky probed, his voice a melodic hum. 

“Yup, I’m always really busy and even though you think I’m some boring biology tutor I’m actually super cool and, like, go to raves and stuff.” 

His brow twitched but his mouth stayed soft. “I’ve never said you were boring. And I don’t think you’ve ever been to a rave.” 

You groaned loudly and flopped against the backrest of the chair. “See! I’m telling you I do all this cool stuff and I’m so drunk my fingers are buzzing and you still don’t believe me.” 

You crossed your arms with a huff, a small pout forming on your lips. In any other context, this behavior would probably embarrass you to no end. In the dim light of Bucky’s room where you felt the feeling leave your fingers and the care leave your mind, you were just disgruntled, not embarrassed. If you remembered this tomorrow the latter would surely catch up to you.

Bucky stared at you from his spot on the ground, his gaze a bit foggy and unfocused. He was clearly intoxicated, as you deduced earlier, and it made him look more wild. Mused hair and pink cheeks, he looked like he’d been having plenty of fun before he found you. It was distracting. He was distracting you from proving that you were having a blast.

“What?” you snapped, the tone a testament to the drunken fit you were throwing. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” 

He must be really, really drunk. Despite your clouded mind, you knew that, but the words affected you just the same. Your lips parted as a new lightness both lit up and compressed your chest, and Bucky watched the movement. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed, but it was hardly a scoff. “Sure, Bucky. How much did you have to drink—” 

“I’m not lying. I’ve thought about you in my room for weeks and now you’re here and you’re so pretty. Even when you’re yelling at me.” 

“You’ve… thought about me in your room?” 

Bucky shuffled forward and you subconsciously parted your legs to allow the space for him. “I think about you everywhere.” 

This was crazy. It was certifiably insane. A voice in the back of your head—Natasha’s voice, it sounded like—was screaming at you to stop and think about the situation at hand. He was drunk, you were even more drunk, and he was far too close to you. He had ushered you in here with good intentions and had sobered you up a fraction, but things had taken a turn and this was a sensitive situation. The kind of sensitive that altered your reality and his and probably a bunch of other people’s you’d never met. 

Or it could be nothing and you were over exaggerating. 

But then Bucky’s hand was warming your thigh. You’d felt the press of it on your back and your shoulder and your head before, but it had never been on your thigh. It felt heavy there, hot. His other hand moved to touch your face and he propped himself up on one knee. His thumb brushed your cheek. Words tumbled from your mouth before you registered that you were speaking. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

Why would you ask that? Who asks Bucky Barnes if he’s going to kiss them? 

“Would you let me?” he responds. 

“Yes.” 

He didn’t waste any time, his mouth hot against yours. He tasted like mint and vodka and his lips moved so slowly it ached. You had expected a fervor behind his lips, but instead you got a build up, an orchestra reaching its crescendo. He was kissing you like you were important, like this wasn’t some random hookup in his bedroom at 1 o’clock in the morning, and you had to catch your breath when he parted from you. 

But he moved back in so quickly after your brief respite, and you were eager to give him more. This was crazy, insane. This was the best kiss you’d ever have and also the worst. This was months of staring at his stupid lips when he tried explaining concepts back to you, but this was also weeks of feeling small in his presence. Bucky slid his hand back to press against your hair and you didn’t feel small anymore. 

A loud thud from the hallway interrupted the silence you’d created, and Bucky pulled back, keeping his hands on you as he craned his neck around to stare at the door. He waited a beat, and then two, and then he turned back to you. The moment was gone, but he was still touching you. You weren’t sure what you wanted—if you wanted him to kiss you again or run out the door—but when he slid his hands from your body and rubbed them down his jeans, it became clear that was not what you wanted. 

A knot formed in your stomach when he met your gaze again, and you tried blinking the feeling away. It didn’t work. 

“Um,” Bucky began, his voice sounding more clear, his tone not holding the weight it had.

Your plan had backfired. Severely. This was a mess and you needed to save yourself before you ended this night even more humiliated.

You were still drunk. Pretend you were still plastered. 

You giggled airily, the sound burning your throat. “That was loud.” 

Bucky blinked at you in what you assumed was disbelief. “Probably just someone trying to find the bathroom,” he clarified.

You shrugged, nudging him back with your knee as you stood from the chair. “I’m bored now.” You took fast steps to the door, your words foreign to you. “Thanks for the water,” you all but gritted out. 

You expected him to get up. Not to run after you or proclaim his love or even say anything. But you expected him to get up. 

He didn’t, and you couldn’t understand how the knot in your stomach had moved to your throat. Or how it made tears spring to your eyes when your feet hit the sidewalk outside. Your Uber came and you couldn’t understand how you felt hot and cold at the same time. How it was freezing outside but you were sweating. 

You couldn’t understand why you were crying over a boy that so often infuriated you, or why he kissed you in his bedroom. The reasonable side of you sent gentle reminders that he was in a frat and kissing people is just what he did. All the time. But the unreasonable side of you won out tonight, and it was telling you that this felt different.

That you should be different, somehow.

~~

Bucky: You’re here???

Bucky: Where are you?

Bucky: Y/n answer your damn phone

Bucky: This place is fucking packed tonight I thought you weren’t coming 

You stared at the text messages you hadn’t read last night, the bright light of your phone burning into your retinas. You had a brutal hangover, and the memory of the disaster in Bucky’s room felt like an even bigger one. 

You’d gone through a myriad of emotions the night before, tossing around excuses and speeches in your head until you were so exhausted you let the alcohol in your system lull you to sleep. With all of that delirious thinking, you’d landed on blacking out. You were going to tell Bucky you blacked out last night and couldn’t remember a thing. He obviously wouldn’t care and would probably appreciate it. 

Saturday was slow-moving. Reruns of television shows and bags of popcorn and overthinking. Natasha was at her parent’s house in the city, so you had no one to bounce your racing thoughts off of. You certainly weren’t going to text her about it. 

When the evening finally rolled around and your attempts at distracting yourself with mind-numbing movies failed, you checked your email. You always tried not to on the weekends, but doing anything else sounded much less appealing. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t get past the first one. 

From: University Peer Assistance Program 

Dear Y/n Y/l/n, 

This is an automated message from the campus peer assistance program. We thank you for your continued devotion to the betterment of students at this school. At this time, your tutoring placement with James Barnes has ended. We will search for a new placement to fill your current hours. 

Thank you, 

University Peer Assistance 

You blinked at the email, then blinked again. The breath left your chest and the muscles on your face twitched, but you were otherwise frozen.

This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? To be free from the haughty frat boy that didn’t even listen to you when you tried to help him raise his grades. You wanted someone nice, someone that had the same goals as you and appreciated the color-coded notes you took for them. Bucky only tried to get a rise out of you. He sat too close and made fun of you and put you on lists you didn’t ask to be on. 

But he had kissed you. He had kissed you and then tutor-dumped you. 

You knew you weren’t his type, but were you really that bad? Was the kiss so terrible? 

Every inferiority complex you had developed exploded. You over-analyzed things that had already happened, things you had said. Not just at the party, but in the library, the coffee shops, the lecture halls. 

Was he really willing to risk his position in the frat just to avoid you? 

The strangle tickle of tears itched to be released from your eyes again, but you pressed it down. No, this wasn’t on you. He had kissed you. He had dragged you into his room and stumbled on pretty words. If he didn’t want you to tutor him anymore because of his stupid mistake, fine. 

His mistake. 

That word felt wrong. 

You tossed your phone on the couch with vigor. The clock above the television read out 10 pm, but that meant little to you as you slid on your shoes at the front door. You were wearing sweatpants and a jacket that was far too big on you, sadness and frustration and raw confusion propelling you down your apartment stairs. 

Ice cream would fix this. 

The only place open at this time was the gas station at the edge of campus. It wasn’t university affiliated and was usually overrun with belligerent greek life trying to buy alcohol, but the decision-making part of your brain was currently shut off. 

Ice cream, anger, probably watching tiktoks until your eyes were too heavy to keep open—those were the only things rattling in your head. 

You yanked open the gas station door after your short walk, the glass smudged and fogged from the cold night. The fluorescent lights aggravated the headache you’d been sporting all day and the floor made sticking noises with each step you took. To add insult to injury, there were only three cartons of ice cream left, and they weren’t even the good flavors. Grabbing the least offensive one, you made your way to the small line of people by the register. 

“Nice outfit.” 

Too enthralled by the disappointing ingredient list on the side of your ice cream, you had missed the tall man now looming at your shoulder. You whipped your head around with a start, taking a step back, smelling menthol and asphalt and nothing good. 

“Thanks,” you quietly replied. 

He waited until you turned back around to continue. “You go to school over here?” 

You kept your gaze forward. “Um, yeah.” 

“Nice. I graduated a few years back. Marketing.” 

“Cool,” you replied. What had compelled you to leave your phone on the couch? This night sucked. 

You found reprieve in the line moving, the employee calling you over to check out. As soon as you paid—a few dollar bills funneled out of your pocket with shaky hands—you booked it. Your ice cream burned in your palm but you didn’t care, feet carrying you out the door and into the dimly lit parking lot. You fisted your keys in your fingers; pointless, you knew, but a small comfort. 

The man’s voice returned with the chime of the bell over the gas station door. “Wait! Wait, I’m Beck. I own a business nearby.” 

You should have kept walking, but one of your fatal flaws was, apparently, people pleasing. You turned to him. He smiled at you but it made your stomach twist. 

“Oh, nice,” you responded, rocking back on your heels. 

“We should connect. Maybe go for coffee or something?” He took a step forward. You fought the urge to take one back. His beard was unkempt and he held a six pack in his white-knuckled grip. 

“Um, I don’t know. I’m pretty busy with finals coming up. Plus, I’m not really in the business field.” 

“Not for business then,” he smiled again, teeth dull in the streetlight. 

Just agree. If you agreed you could block him soon after and everything would be fine. 

You took too long to answer. He took the final step forward to arrive in your space and wrapped his fingers around your bicep. “C’mon, I’m not asking you to marry me or anything.” 

Frozen by fear, you let out a weak laugh. The pint in your hand was sticking to your skin now in a way that would be painful when you tried to let go of it later. Your breath rattled in your chest when you laughed again. 

“Sure, okay.” But he didn’t let go of your arm, instead sliding it down to the bone of your wrist. 

“What about now?” he posed. “You don’t look too busy. I can make you something at my place.” 

He was at least ten years older than you. You attempted to pull yourself from his grasp to no avail. Maybe reasoning would work. 

“My roommate's waiting for me,” you lied. “Could you let go? I sprained my wrist at the gym last week,” you lied again. 

He refused with a shake of his head. You took a panicked glance inside the gas station to your right. No one was looking. 

“Please let go of me.” 

The call of your name from the other side of the parking lot initially sent more unbearable fear down your spine. But then the owner of that voice registered in your brain, and although it had been the cause of your recent internal strife, you couldn't be more grateful to hear it. 

He said your name again, closer now and questioning. Bucky jogged up to the pair of you, saw your wrist and the man holding it hostage, and looked back up at you with confused, wild eyes. 

“You know this guy?” he asked, jutting his thumb out at Beck.

“No,” you whispered. The word was short but the syllable still trembled. 

Bucky didn’t look confused anymore. He looked pissed. “Wanna take your fucking hands off her?”

Beck was tall, but Bucky was taller. And angry. Beck released your wrist and raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Whoa, man, no need for the theatrics. I’m guessing you’re here to stock up for a party? I used to be in Sigma Nu.” 

When Bucky’s silent glare failed to dampen, Beck continued with, “We were just planning a night at my place, right?” 

His nod in your direction made your breath catch. Bucky took his piercing gaze off of Beck and softened it as it fell on you. You wanted to respond, but words were gone. They were impossible. Your ice cream was melting. 

“Yeah, I think we’re done here,” Bucky scoffed, placing his arm around your shoulder. He guided you past the wall of a man, making sure to drive his shoulder into his chest as he went. Beck went to say more, to protest or whine, but Bucky shot him such a scathing look it almost made you wither. 

The smell of coconut and spices and a hint of whisky met your nose, and it was familiar. It was safe. You fumbled with the keys in your hands as your feet guided you wherever Bucky was going, and then you fumbled even more, soft jingling disrupting the softness of footfall. God, why wouldn’t you stop shaking? 

A hand fell atop yours, crunching the keys to a halt. You stared down at them, unsteady breath hitting the tanned fingers that served as your current anchor. 

“Look at me, y/n.” 

You couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything. 

“Sweetheart, eyes up. All you gotta do.” Bucky’s voice was as soft as it was last night. That was the only reason you were able to follow his request. “There she is,” he hummed. 

He removed his arm from your shoulders and shifted in front of you, placing his hand on your cheek. You ignored that it felt the same as it had last night. You ignored that you wanted it to feel the same for him, too. 

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his neck down to better see your face. His thumb brushed under your eye. “He hurt you?” 

You shook your head, whispering no, whispering that you were fine. 

Bucky nodded to himself, eyes tracking down to your toes and then back up again. He must have mistaken your shaking for coldness because the next thing he did was guide you into the car behind him. You didn’t know it was his.

He blasted the heat the second he got in. He had shuffled you into your seat with his hands before that, smoothed your hair down and closed the door after you were settled and not shaking as hard. The heat dried out your eyes. It distracted you enough to let words form. 

“Thank you,” you said. “He wouldn’t leave me alone. I didn’t bring my phone with me. I should’ve.” 

“Of course.” 

There was a beat of silence. The relief you had felt earlier had been muddled down to an awkward pit in your stomach, and you weren’t sure if Bucky felt it too or if he was still riding a testosterone-fueled adrenaline high. 

You wanted to go home now; this was uncomfortable and you had felt Bucky’s lips on yours less than twenty-four hours ago with no closure. He obviously didn’t want to be around you. This was probably a responsibility thing for him. 

“I can… I can walk home now. The guy left. I’m just a quarter mile away and you probably have to stock up or whatever.” 

He looked at you with a pinched expression. “I’m not letting you walk home after that. You kiddin’ me?” 

“I’ll be fine, really. I walk over here all the time.” 

“You get harassed all the time too?” 

“No…” 

“Exactly. So you’re not walking home.” 

“Bucky—” 

“Look I’m not gonna kiss you again, alright? So you don’t have to turn down a ride because of that.” 

Your ice cream was soup at this point. You let it roll into your lap as you clamped your mouth shut just to open it again. Bucky ran a rough hand through his hair before dropping it on the steering wheel, clutching at it with no place to go. 

“I’m not following,” you finally relented. 

A loud sigh released from his nose. “You don’t have to worry about me kissing you again. I just want to make sure you get home safe and then I’ll leave you alone.” 

“Worry about—you’re the one trying to avoid me,” you snapped, frozen fingers pointing to your chest. “You tutor-dumped me.”

“Tutor-dumped? How do you…” he trailed off. 

“I get an email when you make a change request, Bucky.” 

He stared at you for a moment, lips parted and unmoving. He clenched his jaw a moment later, a red tint adorning his cheeks. 

“Well, you—you—look, I know you don’t like me, y/n. You’ve made that clear,” he stuttered, words getting louder as he moved his hands around with each one. “But I like you. I like when you get mad at me and when you yell at me for not listening and when you get all embarrassed when I play with your hair. And I’ve been trying to get you to come to one of my parties since we started this whole thing, but every time I talk about them you seem to like me even less. 

“If I had known insulting you would get your attention, I woulda done that week one,” he exasperated. You sat up in your seat but he continued. “I didn’t mean any of that shit you thought I did. You’re not boring. And I didn’t mean to kiss you, but you looked—well, I already told you.” 

“So you don’t want me to be your tutor anymore because you like me?” You spoke slowly, each word careful. 

“No,” he sighed, frustrated. “I can’t be around you because I kissed you and you didn’t care. Because I’ll want to kiss you all the time and you didn’t even wanna kiss me once. I know we were drunk, I get that, but I’ve wanted that for a long time and I need to move on. It’s nothing against your… tutoring skills. If that’s what you’re worried about” 

“But you talk about hooking up with other girls all the time, Bucky. To me.” 

“You ever hear of lying?”

“Why would you—” 

“You really gonna make me live out all of my failures with you?” 

You’d read so many things wrong. Taken so many things the wrong way. You figured the email earlier was the final nail in the coffin, but this was something else entirely. This was Bucky, sitting next to you in his car looking distressed and frazzled with his hair six different directions, telling you that he’s been trying to get your attention since he met you. That you weren’t small or insignificant or boring. 

It was probably a terrible idea to follow through with your next thought. You’d probably get hurt in the long run. But you did it anyway. 

“I wanted you to kiss me.” Bucky’s head whipped towards you. You bit the inside of your cheek and said, “I want you to kiss me all the time.” 

He whispered your name. It sounded like the air had left every corner of his body. But he didn’t move, and you needed to rectify that. 

“You’re infuriating,” you began. Bucky cringed, but you needed to explain as he had. “You’re like the antithesis of everything I want out of college. You don’t care about classes. You’re always late. You talk too loud in the library.” 

You took a deep breath, fiddling with the loose thread of your pants. You couldn’t make eye contact with anything but the ground. 

“But then you know my coffee order when I’ve never told it to you. You save me from losers in parking lots and make sure I’m not drunk out of my mind at your obscene party. You make me feel… you make me feel stupid sometimes. And I thought it was because you’re everything I’m not, but I really think it’s because you’re everything I told myself I should stay away from. But I don’t want to.

“I wanted you to kiss me at that party and I want you to kiss me now.” 

“Then get over here. I’m not kissing you over some bullshit center console.” 

You twisted to follow his directions, gasping as his hands clasped around your waist to tug you into his lap. It wasn’t seamless—there was laughing and your head briefly connected with the roof of the car—but Bucky’s touch was everywhere, soothing the uncertainty and fear and slight headache. 

His forehead connected with yours when you felt secure in his arms. His fingers slid down from your waist over the material of your sweatpants and when he spoke next you felt the words on your own lips.

“You’re wearing sweatpants. You get so mad when I wear sweatpants.” 

You laughed. “I get mad because it usually means you just rolled out of bed, and you’re usually. late.” 

“I got a secret,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours. “I’m never late. And I only wear those sweatpants around you. You get cute when you’re pissed at me.” 

“Well, I’m about to be really cute—”

He kissed you. You’d have plenty of time to argue later.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #college!bucky #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #college AU #frat!bucky #marvel imagine

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

Eyes Up Here

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie notices you struggle to look him in the eyes... and works to fix that.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Nothin much, just a couple kisses and a little dom energy sprinkled through it. Maybe a little bit of condescending tones. Lots of pet names and no use of (y/n).

A/N: I need more Eddie requests yo lol

Tiny taglist: @zestychili

"Babe, am I ugly?"

The question made you violently scoff as you scribbled notes on your grocery list. You didn't bother to look up, you could hear the slight playfulness in Eddie's voice. Yet, you weren't quite sure what he was getting at. "Of course not! Why the hell would you think that?"

He leaned forward to his elbows on the kitchen table next to you. "'Cause you act like you don't want to look at me half the time."

Your pen hovered over the paper for a moment before you stole a quick two second glance at him.

Yep, his face was smug as ever. He was picking on you.

You looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You literally just did it," He badgered. "Come on, I don't bite."

"Much," You replied.

He barked a laugh. "Okay, I promise not to bite at all if you just look at me for… I don't know, thirty seconds."

"Ed's, come on, I'm busy." You could feel an anxious knot tightening in your gut.

"Why won't you do it?"

You closed your eyes. "I can't. You know I get nervous."

"I know, I know, and I really love that about you," He pulled his chair up close to yours and gently rested his warm hand on your thigh. "But I also love your cute little face and pretty eyes looking at me. You don't do it often enough."

You sighed, feeling the tug of war in your brain. His eyes were pretty too, and you always thought the shape of his nose was adorable. You wanted to stare at him more, you really did. But to have him staring right back at you? That made you feel the most vulnerable. It was intimidating, really.

Eddie could sense your quiet discomfort. He hooked his hand under your knee and pulled your leg to drape over his. "The eyes are the very windows to the soul," He drawled in a deeper tone as if he were DMing, making you smile. He leaned in close. "And, m'lady, your eyes have everything that my own soul thirsts for."

You couldn't help but giggle, shaking your head at his antics. He always tried flattery just to see you get flustered.

"Come on," He purred with a smile, putting a hand to your opposing cheek. "Can you be good and look at me, sweetheart?"

The war in your mind froze, like Eddie had taken the remote and pushed pause on your thoughts.

Be good.

You wanted that. You really wanted to make him proud.

Slowly, you let your head be turned by the pressure of Eddie's fingers on your cheek. However, even when facing right at him, you simply stared sheepishly down at his chest biting on your lip.

"Good job," He hummed, his thumb stroking your cheek slowly. "Just a little more, pretty girl. You're so close, just look up at me."

You started to, getting to his neck, his chin… then hesitated. Your own neck was going tense, joints freezing up without your consent. Letting out a breath of defeat, you leaned forward and collapsed into his neck with a groan.

"Oh nooo," Eddie trilled, putting his hand to the back of your head. "Princess, you were so close! Am I really that scary?"

You shook your head, nose nuzzling into the smell of his skin and cologne.

"Can we try again? Just one more time?" He asked, leaning his head down to your ear. "I know you can do it."

"Do I have to?"

"I mean… I suppose not," He droned, "But if you're a good girl, you'll get a reward."

Your posture stiffened slightly at the offer, knowing what the reward would be, then you slowly pulled yourself upright again. You inhaled deeply, really trying to hype yourself up.

"Don't hurt yourself now."

"Shut up!" You laughed hitting him in the chest you were still staring at. "I'm really trying here."

He tilted his head. "Want me to help?"

"How?" You asked, looking downward at your fidgeting hands.

"Easy. All I gotta do is…." He slipped a finger under your chin, tilting your head up slowly to angle right at him.

Then pursed your lips and snapped your eyes shut.

"Aww, you're just being difficult now, aren't you?" He condescended, "Don't want to be a good girl for me? Huh? Don't you want me to reward you?"

For some reason, that was the kicker. A spark of defiance forced your eyes open at a moment's notice. Eddie's dark irises held tiny reflections of yourself in them as well as a little sparkle that was painfully and wholeheartedly him.

"There you go!" His expression lit up with joy as he sandwiched your head in his hands. He held on as if he was trying to keep your head from falling off. "That was all you needed, huh? A little positive reinforcement…. Oh, you're doing such a good job looking at me. God, I love your eyes."

"Shush or I'm not going to be able to hold it," You giggled, butterflies relentlessly tickling your stomach.

He shook his head as he grinned. "No, no, I'm going to make you hold it. This is too good…. Like looking at the stars themselves."

You caught yourself breaking eye contact again, but this time to look down at his soft plush lips.

"Ah, ah," Eddie tapped the side of your head with his finger. "Eyes back up here."

Although begrudgingly, you obeyed. "Eddie…"

He smirked. "You'll get your reward, just give me a bit longer. I haven't memorized the color of your eyes just yet."

After not even ten more seconds of staring into his dark irises, you caved with another groan. This one more out of impatience than discomfort. Falling into his neck again you whined and kicked your foot in frustration.

His chest rumbled with a laugh. Once again, his hand was on the back of your head. "Oh I know, I know, sunshine, I was pushing it. You did so good. Here, come here—" He gently grabbed a hold of your jaw, turning it upwards to meet your lips in a kiss. It was clear he was giving you a 'thank you'. Sexy was one way to put it, but the energy of it was softer than sex. You found as well that he lingered in it much longer than usual, and that was met with no complaint from you. You simply closed your eyes and returned the same loving energy.

You both let out satisfied breaths over each other before the spell had finally been broken, Eddie pulling away first with a grin on his face.

"You alright there, babes?"

Your eyes remained closed, the feeling of his lips on yours like that leaving you in a daze. His warmth always sent your insides spinning.

"Again," You whispered, putting your hand up to his head to pull him in.

He leaned downward once more, only to collide his forehead with yours instead of your lips on his. "Nope, those kisses aren't free. You gotta look at me to get them."

Still in a lovestruck fog, you lazily opened your eyes. You were obviously looking into his face, but being so close made his features an absolute blur. It was clear, though, his eyes were open, mere inches from yours.

"Good girl," He mumbled before leaning in to gift another kiss.

#stranger things #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson reader insert #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic

[kitkio]

Caregiver Tips : BedTime ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Create a Schedule!!

Schedules can be very helpful for little ones to get into and say in the groove of bedtime. It can also be helpful if you find yourself not know what to do most night.

Creating an actual Bed-time for bedtime is something I consider important. It doesn’t have to be strict nor does it have to be required though setting a structured though flexible time for your little to head to bed is a good idea !

I don’t suggest any times past 11:00pm though that’s up for you and your little to decide.

A few ideas for Bedtime,

Bath Before Bed ! Not only do baths help to stay clean but it can also be a fun, calming time for little ones

Bed Time Snack. In my personal experience bedtime snacks can be very helpful. Nothing too big because you don’t want the little one to have an upset stomach ! ( You can also treat the snack like a little reward before bed )

StoryTime. You can pick up a nice child friendly book to read your little one to sleep. It’s a safe, calming, and enjoyable activity before bed.

Situational Advice !

Nightmares

Your little woke up from a nightmare ? That can be quite scary for them.

Don’t get upset with your little for being awake. This should be obvious but getting upset with a little for something like this isn’t okay and will only make the situation harder for both of you.

If they’re feeling up to it take a moment to talk about the nightmare with them, get some water, overall show them that they’re safe with you.

Pouty Little having a tantrum at bedtime

Check in to see if there’s any specific reason for it. Wether it’s about being hungry, hurt, or just not wanting to go to bed the reason can be very helpful.

Ease the little to bed. Maybe put on some calming music or a show you think your little could relax while watching.

Explain to them why sleep is important, that you care about them and why you want them to go to sleep in a way they’ll understand.

Different things work for different people and that works the same with littles. If this stuff doesn’t work or you feel they’re better ways to do it for your situation than go ahead !

DNI: NSFW, NonSfw Agere, DDLG, Ageplay, Anti-Agere, Anti-Petre.

#caregiver #agere caregiver #safe agere #sfw little stuff #agere tips #pet regression #handler #safe space #bedtime #agere advice #caregiver advice #kitagerehelp

[cerise-on-top]

hellooo, i love ur stuff and i wannted to see u write about how Simon, Price, Alejandro, and Rudy handle having a wife who is very head strong and such? Like the type of woman who was very successful and has a sharp tongue. A very badass woman in general. Thx<33

Hello! Thank you! I tried on this request as well, but people like that genuinely scare me ^^; I wrote this with a very hot headed person in mind because I'm not quite sure I understand what headstrong means, even when I googled it! It's probably a bit extreme, the way I wrote reader and it probably usually isn't that bad, but I barely know anyone who's like this!

Price, Ghost, Alejandro and Rodolfo with a Headstrong!S/O

Price: There are a few things Price is used to due to his occupation: People taking his orders without ever questioning them, and people, smart assed as they are, questioning his every move. Some differences could be settled quite peacefully, during others, harsh words had to be exchanged in order for an agreement to come between them. So it definitely wouldn’t be the first time Price had ever met someone like you. However, he can get along just fine with someone like that. You’re his spouse, not some soldier, therefore he can bite back from time to time if he needs to. However, if you’re about to do something extremely stupid where you will end up hurt, he will try to stop you, no matter how much you protest and snarl at him. He loves you for your personality, but sometimes some risks do need to be taken into consideration. He would sometimes get fed up a bit with you, especially if you keep doing what you do without really considering the consequences or yourself. At some point, he’d probably just let you do whatever it is that you want to do. If things go well, he’ll congratulate you, maybe reward you too depending on whatever it was, but if things go sour he would have to bite back a “told you so” occasionally. But other than that, he can appreciate your sharp tongue, always biting back at the people who are trying to belittle you. It shows him that you’re not someone who needs to be taken care of at all times and that you can handle yourself when it comes down to it. Don’t sass him too much, though, since he will also sass you back. But if that’s what you like, then go right ahead. 

Ghost: If he wanted to, he could insult you in a way that could destroy your sense of worth, and sometimes, when you are being a bit more difficult, he considers saying something mean himself. He never does, though, since he doesn’t want to ruin what the two of you have. While you being harsh with others and not letting them walk all over you is something he can appreciate, he will sit you down from time to time and tell you to take it down a notch or two, especially if you’re being harsh towards him. Communication goes both ways, though, so you’re also more than welcome to give him a piece of your mind. As long as you’re both being adults about it, he won’t mind. Like Price, he lets you do your own thing for the most part, unless you’re doing something extraordinarily stupid. He will try to change your mind, knowing fully well it would be futile, in a gentle manner, but if you don’t listen to him then that’s on you. He did try to help you. As much as he’d sigh at your antics, he would help you clean up your messes. Ghost isn’t much of a talker himself, saying the bare minimum when something needs to be said, so sometimes he’ll simply lean back and let you do the talking. Especially if the other person is being an idiot. You have a way with words that makes him snicker from time to time, especially if you’re a small and petite thing. The surprise on the other person’s face is such a delight, he can’t help but love it every single time. And if you’re a rather big and scary person then he’ll wordlessly watch the other person scuttle away. It’s nice, not always having to talk to people. He can be mean too, but he usually just rolls his eyes and walks away.

Alejandro: Alejandro is a rather passionate man about many things, therefore you would often come to butt heads. He used to be far more fiery when he was younger, so these days it’s not as bad as it used to be, but your arguments might end up with both of you yelling. Alejandro can be extremely stubborn and, unless you have some good arguments, it’s not very easy to change his mind either. Unless you start insulting him first, he won’t yell any insults at you either. He would absolutely never get physical with you, no matter how scary he might seem, though. Even in his heated moments, he values you more than anything and anyone else. In your eyes, you’re both right, and that might just be something you’ll both want to work on if you want your relationship to last in the long run. He is more than willing to do so, though, as long as you put some effort into it as well. May god save whatever soul has decided to wrong both of you, however. He will give them a piece of his mind, and so will you, meaning that person has twice the amount of people to be scared of. One of the many reasons you would come to argue would be you trying to do something that might be dangerous, with him trying to convince you it’s a bad idea. He’s a colonel, so he’s used to people taking his orders without very many questions. While Alejandro may not expect you to be his poodle, he does want to see you safe and sound. Ultimately, he knows telling you to not do something won’t change anything, but he’ll try anyway. Your safety comes before all else. Unlike Price and Ghost, he will tell you “I told you so”. Even when he tells you all the reasons why you really shouldn’t have done what you did, he will still patch you up and use his power to make sure you can continue being as successful as you are. So, even while mad he’s a sweetheart about and to you.

Rodolfo: Considering he’s a quiet man, he won’t usually talk back when you have something to say. Instead, he’ll force all of his emotions down. Very rarely, he might snap at you because of it, however. Again, you’ll both have to talk it out with each other, with you having to learn how to bite back something as well. Rodolfo isn’t nearly as feisty as Alejandro, so he’ll usually let you do the talking. Think the “he asked for no pickles” meme except Rodolfo could make his opinion known, but it’s more impactful when you do it. He likes to see you successful and in high spirits, even if he sometimes would wish you would tone it down a bit. Some bad potatoes at the farmer’s market aren’t the end of the world. However, he’ll barely ever voice such a thing, simply turning away instead when you’re getting too heated. He knows trying to calm you down will only make things worse, so he’ll wait it out. Out of everyone, he’ll be the most patient as far as your personality goes. If you’re ever trying something risky, he’ll make you aware of the risks, even if you do end up snapping at him, but won’t stop you. Again, it’s futile. While he may have enough faith in you to know you likely won’t end up hurt, you’re a smart cookie after all, he will sigh if things don’t end up according to plan. You’re probably too proud to do so, but you’re always more than welcome to come to him for help if you need it, he won’t mind. In fact, he’d prefer that over you getting hurt. If you’re both buying things, though, then he’ll let you be the one to haggle, you’re the most effective haggler he knows. In fact, if he ever needs something that requires him to bargain with people for anything at all, he’ll let you do it. You’re scarier than him, on the outside, so he’ll either get what he wants at a good price, or the other person will have learned a lesson. It’s a win-win situation either way.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #fem!reader #even though I think there's no mention of reader being a female in this #better safe than sorry #I think Rodolfo would be the ideal partner for someone like that because he'll just roll his eyes and let you do your thing #he's very patient as well and does prefer someone else doing the talking if it's with strangers #but again you might not want to be very extreme with a personality like that #I met someone like that once and she... was not a very kind person. I was scared of her and I still am #anyway Rudy would also sit you down from time to time to have some open and honest communication with you #he treasures you and wants this relationship to last as well

[drdemonprince]

don’t know if this is relevant to your ask box, but I thought you might find it interesting.

I’m a 20 yr old trans man who’s just started an ongoing thing with a new Dom, who is over twice my age. I’m currently finishing up my second year at uni, and he’s, you guessed it, also the, uh…. academic sort.

He’s a busy guy so obviously we can only meet up every once and a while, but we text almost every day. From the beginning he was always curious about my school endeavours, but recently it’s become more of a thing.

He won’t let us meet until certain assignments are done. He’s flexible and understanding, like any good dom, but holy shit this man had me at a cafe for ten hours on 40mg of vyvanse writing my final essay like my life depended on it. I didn’t even know who I was, motivated by the pure need to please and, quite frankly, desperate desire to be absolutely taken and used. This man has “cured” my ADHD (not really, but damn well is he fucking helping it).

I think the point I’m getting at here it that I can’t believe it took the motivation of my D/s relationship to get me to get shit done. Like, I’m done DAYS before the deadline for things I usually would have left last minute. I’ve been honest with my struggles with motivation and difficulties taking care of myself, and he is genuinely invested in my well-being so I know it all comes from a place of care and respect.

At the moment I’m working on my final short film for a class, and he told me to make a list of all the foley sounds I thought would help drive the narrative (he knows I love making lists, it’s also the autism), and as probably one of the best rewards for my good behaviour, he shared with me a collection of audio files (he dabbles in audio mixing) that were relevant to the list I shared. Can you believe this??!!

All these studentxprof fics are getting it wrong. Sometimes nothing comes between a teacher’s genuinely investment in student learning (if they enjoy what they do, like he does) and that is absolutely true in this case. Absolutely unbelievable this is my life right now. Would love to hear your thoughts on this!

This sounds so fucking sweet and HOT anon! I'm so glad you're having an exciting time with an older dom who cares about you and helps you meet your goals! And the phrasing of this guy making you write for hours on vyvanse is especially titilating...making it sound like an intox scene omg drool

ADHDers are generally very socially motivated, which is not rare for human beings at all. It makes sense that having the external structure that an outside observe can provide and the sense that your actions actually matter to other people and that people care about you would help facilitate you focusing on shit and getting organized! Not to mention how much fuckin easier it is to perform any kind of household task or bit of drudgery once it becomes sexual service. Shit gives boring regular life a charge of excitement, and the abdication of power gives you the discipline to actually follow through, because you're not the only one on the hook for everything and that's less scary!

I have nothing much more to say other than this rules and I hope you keep having a fun time!

[pureastrologywisdom]

12𝔱𝔥 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔶

12th house synastry can be viewed as scary. Often we are told bad things about the 12th house in our own charts or synastry. I always like to start off by saying that this is a part of out chart that runs very deep, this is not an area that deals with surface level matters in relationships. As we know the connection differs depending on what planets are going into the 12th house and which sign rules over the persons 12th house.

This is a house where you can avoid each other, or maybe one does. If both people aren’t awake to this 12th house energy and connection it can scare them. They may not fully understand it and this leads them to avoid it. However they will find its not just as easy as ignoring it because once it’s there it won’t go away, they will feel it for a very long time. It may feel as if once they run away it is out of sight out of mind, but it will creep back in once they least expect it. This is a connection where all of a sudden it can just click for someone, they can have an epiphany where they realise how important this other person is to them. This is the type of connection that stays with you, it feels as if it is rooted deep within you and nothing can fully purge these feeling from you. And nothing can dig as deep in comparison.

 There can be this pattern of one or both people feeling as if they aren’t ready in some way, especially when it comes to the vulnerability of this connection. Often it feels as if the planet person has direct contact with the most hidden and sensitive parts of the 12th house person, like they quite literally have a grip on their soul. This can create a a feeling of exposure for the 12th house person, it can make them feel powerless which can cause them to fight this connection between them. The irony is that most of the time the planet persons intentions are pure. They have a care for the 12th house person and often have this desire to help them. ( thought this is not 100% of the time, once again this goes back to the question of how developed is this person?) 

Thus house, in my opinion, holds some of the best yet the worst synastry there is. It’s not easy, however the profound connection that is found here is so beautiful. There are a few factors that will determine if two people with this placement will thrive or die a hard death. If there are more stable placement within their synastry this will help this. Also ,as I am always saying, it is really dependant on the two individuals in this connection. How developed are they? This is the key to their relationship succeeding.

The 12th house in synastry rules over that spiritual kind of connection. It is the key to that mind, body AND spirit type of love or relationship. It can feel as if there is something there that you cant put your finger on. You can’t quite understand or figure out why you feel the way you do for this person because it is unexplainable. This is one where you can show each other things about each other that you weren’t aware of. This can be painful sometimes as it can reveal past wounds. It can also make both people involved more spiritually in tune with themselves and can be a trigger for a lot of growth within the individuals, even if this is painful sometimes.

I have also noticed how this connection between two people has a feel of ‘no matter how far or distant I am I am always with you’. It is as if you have this invisible bond that tethers you together , sometimes for life, even if you aren’t actively in each others lives at certain points. This can be such a pure and potent form of love between two people. If they find themselves at the right place and time in their lives/ development. If both can put away their egos and surrender to the vulnerability they will be rewarded with a connection that can heal and enlighten them.

credit - pureastrologywisdom

#astrology blog #astro notes #astrology #love astrology #synastry astrology #astro observations #12th house #12th house synastry

[weirdmultishipper]

All hail the weakling Cale

So, I'm writing a sick Cale Henituse fanfic with a little bit of plot and a lot of stubbornness on both Cale and the others' side.

Just a snippet from chapter three that I have not posted yet.

"No."

And if anyone asked, no, Cale wasn't shaking from how scared he was of a certain Butler's hand pushing him down; he was just cold.

Unfortunately, Ron also seemed to think so, as he fixed the blanket that Cale had pushed off earlier over him. He and Ron stared at each other for a moment before they both let out the same tired sigh at the same time.

A few quiet moments later, Beacrox entered with just one tray. The kids were outside, playing. Or at least that's what Choi Han told him with that scary look in his eyes.

(Little did he know, the children averaging 9 years old were not so much as 'playing' as 'training'. Well, to them, there isn't much of a difference.)

Aigoo, how'd I meet so many vicious people in just two years?

Cale continued to internally sulk while his face outside was still stoice and flushed. His slacker life was still quite far away, but he still had some stuff to deal with on the Eastern continent. There were also the pressing matters of the mermaids that he tried to ignore but couldn't anymore, and of course the white radish found a new buddy around as strong as Syrem.

Cale was frowing when Ron finished setting up his breakfast and smoothed his hair back. He probably didn't like what he saw in the redhead's eyes, as the atmosphere around him turned chilly. But that also quickly subsided when he saw his young master shiver.

Cale looked at the food with a disgruntled expression. He didn't feel like eating when all he was doing was throwing up and wasting precious resources. This was a waste of money, food, and hygienic cleaning supplies all at the same time. He would much prefer to talk with his wicked hyung at his desk about his reward money, which was due to arrive in buckets soon enough.

So he didn't pick up the spoon. And even when Ron picked it up to feed him—really, how old do they think he is? Strong people must have very high standards for strong people, or else why would they treat him like a weakling?!

(AN: LMAO, Cale mistaking their affection for him to them treating him like a weakling!🥹Though he is a weakling in a sense, albeit a very strong one.)

Cale discreetly takes a glance at Beacrox, who is standing by the door as if trying to replace Choi Han's palce, who is currently busy 'playing' along with the children.

So, in short, Cale did not need to be a role model anymore and could be as stubborn as he wanted.

His trash insticts kicked in.

Cale pursed his lips shut and did not budge even when he saw Ron's hand twitching with frustration.

#lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #totcf fanfiction #totcf novel #tcf novel #cale henituse #sickfic #ron moaln #beacrox molan #tcf cale

[eldritch-spouse]

Can I get Vesper with a Queen who's into CNC? 

I feel like I'm at McDonald's when I write these depraved ask, like, Can I get uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh double cream stuffed Santi with a cherry on top? lol

I've never seen any CNC asks so far or maybe I'm just blind, but if I'm right I guess I'll be the first horny fool.

[Oh cnc has been a topic of plenty of asks before, they're likely just buried. General noncon is also common here, so watch out for the warnings on posts. Also, do you want any toppings with your cream-filled Santi?]

Vesper sniffs it on you.

Quite literally. He wouldn't be the King of Lust if he didn't have an unnatural ability to guess your fetishes upon first glance.

And really, the demonlord urges you to he fully honest with him. There's very little Vesper won't humor, those being minors and animals. Consensual nonconsent is quite tame in the Ring of Lust, but Vesper realizes that the surface is not so open about certain kinks, and that it likely took you some courage to admit this to him- Even if it's super mundane in his eyes.

The first thing he does is instantly seek to reward you for telling him about a new side of your desires. This is always seen as positive behavior from your part, one he wants to reinforce with sensuous touches and dirty praise. Why, since you're on the topic, why don't you tell him some of your fantasies? What scenarios have you thought of where the big and scary King of Depravity chases after his innocent little human prisoner and subjects you yo "unimaginable" pleasures that break your poor, poor mind?

He's just about drooling with excitement as he rattles off possible roleplaying scenes, exacerbating and perfecting whatever it is that you already came up with on your own. Of course, he knows his etiquette and he's hoping you do too, so pick a safeword and tell him your "no"s. Although he's pretty cocky and convinced you'll love every experience.

Leave it to Vesper, a Lord of Hell, to truly make you feel powerless, lost and "terrified". You'll feel your heartbeat in your cunt, and guess who can hear it too?

#Vesper oc

[seafoamreadings]

week of march 3rd, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: there is a lot of aries-favoring astrology this week especially where the lunar nodes are involved, so big things are happening even if they seem small at the moment. the one big thing to watch out for as a possible hiccup is mars square uranus; be very careful. your impulsive nature may get you into some trouble with accidents or fights. slow down and think carefully.

taurus: it may seem like everyone is trying to push your buttons this week, maybe all week long. try to be patient with them, they are likely inconsiderate but not truly malicious.

gemini: mercury conjoins neptune and then heads into aries at the end of the week. before that aries ingress, be cautious with the words others say as they may not be quite true, even if there is no outright or intentional lying. once mercury is safely into aries, though, social circles are likely to become much more fun, even a bit rowdy.

cancerians: especially if you've been wanting travel or try something philosophically or spiritually new to you, this week's new moon in pisces can be quite beneficial for that. set relevant intentions and watch them bear fruit over the next several weeks.

leo: this week it is important for you to stay out of debt, and try to be forgiving of what other people might owe you whether it's financial or otherwise. you can also set powerful intentions with this new moon to pay down credit cards, pay off loans, or simply form stronger interpersonal bonds with people you deeply care for.

virgo: do not neglect communication and connection in your closest and most important relationships, even if it feels a little bit confrontational or scary to do so. what is flimsy may fall apart but that is to make space for where you're really meant to be.

libra: if you can start out the week strong in your routines and rituals, your day-to-day life, making it fun and sacred, then by the end of the week your relationships are, one way or another, rewarded. probably in a huge way, due to the karmic nodal influences.

scorpio: overall amplification of pisces vibes suits you if you've been feeling kind of fizzled out, you get some juice. plus mercury into aries can help you make connections out in your day to day life. but none of it works very well if you sit home and pout too much!

sagittarius: you're widely known as more of a nomad than a homebody, but if you care for your physical base of residence and set kindly intentions around it this week, you'll be pleasantly surprised as to how much fun and excitement it opens up to you in seemingly unrelated ways.

capricorn: likely you're always the lee of the rock to your friends and acquaintances but this week especially you are a safe place, a calm harbor in what others are perceiving as a harsh storm. don't let them take advantage of your kind strength, but don't deprive anyone of safety either. your boundaries are important.

aquarius: your ideal schedule this week should start out with a lot of rest, cleaning and clearing, and planning, and then after the new moon continue with good, sturdy financial intentions. resources and abundance can flow to you if you have cleared the space and made good choices.

pisces: the new moon in your sign heralds many beautiful and favorable things to come. be clear in your intentions - it will result in more powerful manifestations, although you are manifesting whether you mean to or not. watch for signs and you will see your desires take physical form over the next few weeks.

#horoscopes #horoscope #weekly horoscope #weekly horoscopes #astrology #signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

[fushiglow]

If JJK characters were in Non- Curse world, what would their job be if not become Jujutsu Sorcerer (in your opinion)? Why? Please pick your top 5 fav characters...

I love you for asking this, anon ♥ It's an opportunity to wax lyrical about something I've given a great deal of thought! These are my instinctive answers, although I could make arguments for a number of other professions for each of them depending on the life choices they made in this hypothetical non-curse world — but we don't need to get into that! So, here I go (in no particular order):

Yūta is an emergency paediatric surgeon

When he was young, he made the decision to become a trauma surgeon after losing his childhood friend in a car accident. He spent some time in hospital as a child and he knows what a scary place it can be for children, so he always does his best to make his patients smile when he's checking in on their progress.

He's brilliant at what he does — a once in a generation talent — but that doesn't mean he can save everyone. It's heartbreaking work on a good day, but when he's been at work for approaching 30 hours and he feels like he wants out, he looks at the photo of Rika in his locker and finds the strength to go on.

Kenjaku is a performer

If the average Japanese human enjoys at least 80 rotations around the sun, why waste them by playing the same role every time? That's Kenjaku's outlook on life — which is why they chose to go into acting. However, they quickly became bored by other people's narrow view of the world, dissatisfied by the limits of everyone else's imagination.

Nowadays, Kenjaku marches to the beat of their own drum in a one-person show. There are more than ten roles available, all of them played by Kenjaku — who is also the writer, producer, and director. Critics can't decide whether it's madness or sheer brilliance.

Megumi is a vet

He's grumpy with humans, especially if they're irresponsible pet owners. However, he's soft as anything with the animals, and his regular clients trust him implicitly with their beloved furry family members — because it's obvious how much they love him.

Megumi is really good at his job, but he's guilty of taking his work home with him and finds it difficult not to get emotionally attached to the animals he's treating, even after years in the profession. Although he'd never hesitate to make difficult decisions, the unique ethical dilemmas his job presents take a toll on his wellbeing — especially when human cruelty or indifference come into play.

Suguru is a school teacher

Teaching is neither recognised nor appreciated by most people. However, although Suguru had the brains to follow his friends into their highly respected fields, he couldn't imagine anything more rewarding than doing his part to ensure that the next generation have an easier time of things than he did at the same age.

He tries to be the person he needed when he was at school: a pillar of support for struggling children who have no one else on their side. Unfortunately, the school system seems determined to hurt the very children it's supposed to support, and some of the parents go out of their way to undermine any positive developments he makes with their child — not to mention the terrible pay and working conditions!

Satoru is a physicist

But he could have done anything he put his mind to. In fact, that's the only thing Satoru ever really found difficult in life: choosing one path to follow. Sometimes, he wishes he'd become a musician or a historian or an athlete, but in the end, nothing captured his imagination quite like the limitless bounds of the universe.

He's younger than most of his peers in the field, and his revolutionary ideas (alongside his casual disregard for traditional academic hierarchies) get him in trouble more often than not. However, he's a certified genius, and popular with the media, too. He's doing a lot to improve the image of physicists among the general public — which translates to more funding for research. That keeps them out of his hair, most of the time at least!

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These are too obvious, but I thought I'd mention them anyway:

Yūji is a firefighter who remembers the names and faces of every single person he couldn't save.

Shōko is a pathologist who devotes herself to improving the diagnosis and treatment of disease, often at the expense of her own health and wellbeing.

Because they're *also* huge nerds, I imagine Sukuna and Yuki as physicists in slightly different fields to Gojō:*

Yuki is a brilliant mind, but she doesn't live up to her potential because she hates the oppressive nature of academia. In fact, she vocally criticises it and goes out of her way to undermine it, to the chagrin of all the old stuffy professors who try to discredit her at every opportunity.

Sukuna, like Gojō, is a genius who's fascinated by what he doesn't know, shaking up the field with his cutting edge (lol) ideas. I like to imagine the pair of them getting into heated arguments at conferences, though they both have enormous (albeit grudging) respect for each other.

*As long as Sukuna is, you know, ~normal~ in this hypothetical non-curse world. Otherwise, he'd be a chef that moonlights as a sadistic serial killer lol.

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Thank you for the extremely fun question, I had the time of my life! I hope you enjoy my answers ♥

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[megantrancyfanfics]

My little Sunflower 🌻| Kyojuro Rengoku x reader fluff

Warnings: none

Gender: gender neutral

Notes: Rengoku has been rotting my brain here lately- help😭

Tags: @animupiglett

Hope y’all enjoy~❤️‍🔥

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“Ah! There you are l/n!” Rengoku’s loud voice boomed against the rocks, making it echo.

You had gotten up early to meditate with Himajima, but got lost at the beauty of the place before you, that after meditation was over, you decided to stay. You had no idea you had spent the whole morning here, and it was time for yours and rengoku’s everyday afternoon walk.

“I’m sorry Rengoku I got lost in my mind and in the beauty of this place.” You said sliding off the rock you were sitting on.

“I understand, I come here sometimes to clear my thoughts when Himajima-san isn’t using it. The waterfall is very calming.” You nod, finally standing beside the flame hashira, making him smile softly when your gazes met. “Shall we get going?” He asks, once again you nod.

The walk started off quite. For you, you enjoyed the scenery, for Rengoku you knew he was trying to enjoy the scenery too, but he was also on guard, fretful of a demon attack.

“Do you have any missions coming up?” He eventually asked. You shook your head. “No, I don’t understand. I haven’t had a mission in almost 2 weeks.”

“Me too! It’s almost scary. It’s definitely the calm before the storm!”

“You think there’s going to be a war?”

“I’m not sure. Obviously all the demons didn’t just up and disappear while we all were resting one night.”

You giggled. “True, if that was the truth Miss Kamado wouldn’t be here anymore either.”

A “mhm.” Was heard from Rengoku, before silence fell once again over the two of you.

About 2 miles later, Rengoku ventured away from the normal route you two take, leaving you to try to catch up from him since he turned without warning.

“H-hey where are we going?”

“I’m hungry! We will go get food!”

“Aww, we should have seen if Kanroji-san wanted to attend with us-”

“No she’s not feeling well!” He quickly cut you off, making you speechless for a second.

“Oh, is she ok?”

“Yes! Obanai is taking care of her. She will be much better by the morning I’m sure.”

You giggled, your dirty mind kicking in. “Yes I’m sure of Obanai is taking care of her she will be fine by morning.”

“I do not follow! Is there a joke in what you said?”

“No it’s ok I don’t expect you to understand all that much.”

“I shall laugh anyway so you do not feel sad I didn’t catch on.” He said before laughing which made you laugh before gently hitting his arm.

“You’re something else Rengoku.” You said turning your head to look at the creak running under the little bridge you were passing over. Rengoku was thankful, he had hoped you didn’t see his red face.

~~~~

“Ahh I haven’t had this place in so long it’s so good!” You said slurping up the noodles from the bowl. Rengoku had barely eaten his food, he was too mesmerized by how happy and beautiful you looked, especially when you did what you called your “happy food dance”.

“Ah yes, I usually reward myself with this place when I feel like I did good on a mission. This is one of my favorite places to eat!”

“Oh this is totally my new favorite place to eat.” You said with a giggle as you brought more noodles to your mouth.

Rengoku’s face heated up again, the thought of you two sharing a favorite restaurant made Rengoku happy.

“Oh, Rengoku are your noodles spicy? Your face is red.”

“Oh! Umm- uhh, y-yes it is a little spicy but it’s ok! I don’t mind!” He said before grabbing a bunch of noodles and shoving them into his mouth. You laughed.

“Rengoku I swear you’re such an oddball.”

Oh how he acted like a lost puppy around you. Your voice and laugh makes him want to melt into a puddle. He was head over heels in love with you.

~~~~

“Oh look at the flowers!” You gasped as you walked quickly over to the sunflowers by your path. Rengoku walked behind you, smiling at your excitement.

“Aren’t they beautiful? It’s fall so they’re in full bloom. Keep reaching towards the sun cuties” you spoke to the flowers, reaching your hand up to reach one of the flowers, only for your hand to be caught in rengoku’s. You turned around to face him, only to feel your cheeks heating up at the way Rengoku was looking at you. His eyes soft, half lidded, and full of love as they looked into yours, a soft smile plastered on his face, with a soft hint of blush on his cheeks.

“I think you’re beautiful, y/n. Those sunflowers look like mere weeds when you’re standing beside them. In all honesty, I feel like I’m like the sunflower. The sunflower craves the warmth of the sun, so they grow upwards, in hopes of one day reaching the sun, and basking in its soft rays of warmth. I crave to be close to you. I crave to see you smile, hear your laughter and voice, that’s my warmth. You’re my warmth. I’m just a mere weed compared to you.” He says removing the hand that was on top of yours, to rest it on your cheek.

“Kyo, you being a weed? You’re really putting yourself down. You’re the flame Hashira! The man that makes all the ladies swoon with his kindness. The man that’s willing to lay his life down on the line to protect people he’s never met before. Don’t you understand? You’re the sun.” You said softly, removing your hand to place it on his cheek. Rengoku closed his eyes, and gently leaned into your hand before opening them and looking at you as you removed them to place your hand back in his.

“If I’m the sun, will you be my sunflower? My little sunflower that stays by my side as we both continue to grow from each other’s warmth?”

“Kyojuro, is this your absolutely adorable way of asking me to be yours?”

“Indeed. I have been wanting to do this for a long time, but couldn’t figure out the best way to do it. Then I figured, there is no best way. Only when the moment feels right, and it felt right right now. I..also do not want anyone to steal you from me.”

Your heart melted as Rengoku placed his other hand back onto yours. You kissed his cheek before smiling. “There’s no way in a million years anyone would have stole me from you. I’ve always liked you Rengoku. I was just waiting for you to ask me out.”

“So, you’ll be my little sunflower?”

“Absolutely.” You said, kissing his cheek again.

Rengoku smiled, his cheeks glowing red. “I swear, I feel like my face is going to burst if I smile any bigger but I cannot help it!” He lets go of your hand and starts walking towards the path you two need to take to get back to the mansion.

“I cannot wait to tell Kanroji-san that I got a wife!”

“Rengoku you only asked me to be your girlfriend!”

The man stopped walking, and turned to look at you. “Oh y/n, I don’t “date”, I date to marry. So, you agreeing to be my girlfriend also agreed to you being my wife!”

He laughs, completely engulfed in his own world. “I got a wife and some kisses all in the same day!” Once again, he starts down the path.

“I cannot wait to tell Tengen I got some!”

You let out a gasp before catching up to him. “You better not tell him you got some! You only got a kiss! Nothing else!”

Now, it’s up to you to tell him that when Tengen says “tell me when you get some” he isn’t talking about kisses….

End❤️‍🔥

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[annie-creates]

Don't push it

Pairing: Lady Lesso x student reader (platonic)

Genre: angst with fluff (I honestly don't know)

Words: 1500

Note: I wanted to write some kind of favorite student thing since @camilaxmartin posted about it, so thank you so much for the request! And don't worry, I love the challenge of writing more specific requests, hope you'll like this. And thank you so much for liking my writing. <3

Defense. Leonora’s favorite subject. She loved it when she was back in school and she loved it even more now when she could torture her students a bit forcing them to either man up and fight or get hurt, their choice. Now when they all were learning to work with their finger glow magic, it was a wide parade of spells and talents. She was particularly proud of Y/n, who not only mastered a high level of sword handling but also impressed her with her magical abilities. It was clear that unlike some other students Y/n wasn’t slacking and took her education seriously. Maybe the school for evil will finally have a winner, Lesso thought. They weren’t exactly allowed to pick favorites but this was the school for evil, so rules were meant to be broken.

Today Y/n impressed her dean with her defense skills, and the teacher wasn’t shy to let it show. She wanted her students to know their hard work will be rewarded and their negligence… likewise. The doom room wasn’t there just for show and scary stories after all. She smiled slightly at the young girl nodding her head in acclaim. If only everyone could please her like Y/n did, the forces would finally be balanced.

“Very good Y/n.” Lesso praised the student, letting her rest from her efforts.

Y/n was an overachiever. She’s been one all her life and if it was what brought her into the school for evil, so be it. She despised the place at first, but overtime she grew to live the fighting and magic classes. She doubted the princesses over the bridge had so much fun holding a sword as she was having. Plus, the school came not only with fun lesson but also a quite hot dean, who apparently decided to play right into Y/n’s praise kinks. As the class ended, she made her way to dinner, talking with Hort about all the pranks he wanted to play at the upcoming celestial celebration. She wasn’t one to wreak havoc exactly, but she enjoyed a good crowd of panic.

Lady Lesso was on her way to her office after dinner planning to grade some papers before bad, when she was stopped by Heather and her group of friends. She wasn’t really in a mood to be a good welcoming dean and solve her foolish problems, but she was a dean, so what could she really do. She hoped to at least cut this encounter as short as possible.

“Can I help you?” Leonora’s voice clearly indicated to keep this conversation shot and effective.

“You know I’m not one to snitch, Lady Lesso, but I have to tell you what Y/n did to the hall statue.” Heather looked at her innocently. That picked up Leonora’s interest, everyone knew to do anything but not to mess with the statue.

“You’ll tell me on the way.” She took the girl by her arm, forcing her to walk fast with her and telling her what she saw as they walked.

Y/n was ambushed by the wolf guards the moment she stepped out of the dining hall. They didn’t say a word as they dragged her into the doom room, the girl screaming and pleading at first but stopping when she realized it’s not gonna get her anywhere. As she recognized the road to the doom room, fear overtook her body almost unable to move, which came handy to the guards as they strapped her to the uncomfortable chair in the middle of the room. She slowly looked over the wall upon walls of weaponry and torture instruments, her breath picking up the longer she awaited her sentencing.

“Well well well. Out of all my students I wouldn’t exact you to act out in such way Y/n.” Lesso stepped out of the shadows, her usual coat discharged and her shirt sleeves pulled up.

“W-what?” Y/n could hardly speak as her breath wasn’t leaving much room for it, her eyes following the dean full of fear like a deer in headlights.

“Didn’t you wreak the statue in the hall? Tarnish it with your stupid need of acting out?” the dean said calmly as she watched over her tools at hand, deciding on the best form of punishment for the girl.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The student cried out, unable to stop the tears of fear from cascading down her cheeks.

“At least admit your fault and don’t embarrass yourself with pitiful cries, Heather told me she saw you during the dinner time.” The teacher finally diverted her gaze to Y/n. Seeing her favorite student in such state didn’t make her happy exactly, she had high hopes for this girl. But rules apply to everyone.

“I didn’t do anything! I was with Hort the whole time! Why don’t you ask him!” Y/n tried to defend herself, hoping her pleas won’t fall on deaf ears.

“What?” Lesso raised an eyebrow forcing the girl to look her in the eyes with a dagger under her chin threating to pierce her alabaster skill if she doesn’t comply.

“Yes, we went right to dinner after class! We were there the whole time!” You cried in fear, keeping the last piece of calm mind just by a miracle. There was a reason you weren’t exactly the best villain, the idea of being tortured terrified you.

“Stay here.” Lesso ordered after a minute of quiet thinking, not that Y/n had much choice to move due to being strapped into the chair.

She left the room with a decisive step, determined to find the truth. She didn’t think much into it when Heather pointed the blame at Y/n, she was a never after all, she was meant to break the rules. Plus she didn’t think Heather would be dumb enough to lie to her, she must have known what would happen the moment Lesso found out the truth. The punishment for lying into the dean’s face was way worse than anything she would do to someone for destroying the property.

After Leonora sought Hort out and he confirmed Y/n version of the story, she couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit sorry for her. The only meaningful conclusion she came up with as for why Heather did it, she probably wanted to take Y/n down from her place of limelight. Jealousy wasn’t a good look on her students, it was bothersome. But maybe they wanted Lesso to stop thinking of Y/n so highly. And maybe she will after today, her reaction in the doom room showing that she has zero resistance to stress and pressure.

Y/n was sitting in the silence and darkness of the room, the moon high up in the sky, the midnight passing already. Her cries died down and tears left dry stains on her face, her eyes burning from the crying. She calmed down a little, Lesso surely went out to find out the truth and will come back ensured Y/n didn’t do anything… at least that’s what she hoped for. Who did the damage or why Lesso thought it was Y/n she didn’t know, but hopefully the truth will come out and the real culprit will be served justice. For a moment she thought her dean forgot about her, but then the heavy door opened.

Without a word the dean walked up to Y/n in the uncomfortable chair and untied her restrains, measuring the girl with her heavy gaze. She really did put her through a tough night, didn’t she. But maybe it will be of some good use to the student? There will be people out to hurt, or even kill her, she needs to learn to overcome her fears. Even then, Leonora should have known better. Her favor was volatile, you never know when you’re gonna fall into disgrace.

“You can go.” She freed the girl with a stoic expression.

“I… What?” maybe it would be smarter to just get up and run, but it seemed like Y/n didn’t do smart today.

“You were wrongly accused. I should have investigated it further. My apologies.” Leonora admitted but before she could send Y/N on her merry way, the girl threw herself around her waist.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She mumbled hugging the tall woman. The dean wasn’t one for physical affection and letting people hug her, but she figured she could do this one time as reimbursement.

“I may favor you but don’t push it.” Lesso unattached the girl from herself after a minute. “Now of you go. It’s already late to be wondering the hallways.” She send the girl on her way to bed, hoping she won’t have too dark nightmares after what happened here.

The dean sat in her torture chair with a tired sigh. Maybe she could have handled today’s events a bit better. She may need to bring Y/n in once or twice again though, toughen her up a little if she wants her to be the next champion.

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[princetofbone]

Goals/Resolutions

I have. Opinions. On goals and resolutions and all those fun things. One of the greatest things in life for me is completing a goal. That said, following through with the things you promise yourself is incredibly difficult- especially if you go for big goals (which is a-okay you just gotta prep right)

Note on resolutions: Please PLEASE start doing the thing a month or two before the new year. I know it sounds dumb because it's a NEW YEAR resolution, not a November resolution, but getting into the habit of (for example) going to the gym 3x per week in November, and having slip ups in November, means that when January rolls around, it isn't new and scary, and it's way less likely that you will stop doing the goal in a week.

Note for all goals: don't aim too high- like in the previous example, I said gym 3x per week. I know so many people who decided they wanted to go to the gym every day, and then missed one day, and gave up because their streak wasn't perfect. Depending on the importance to you, I might even pick a goal way lower than what you think you can do- just so you can give yourself grace if you have an off day, or if you get sick.

Onto my method!

I'm a visual person, and I also happen to enjoy decorating paper, so I make goal sheets. I typically have three at any point in time.

My quarterly goals. I'm still in high school, so I make a goal sheet for each quarter of the school year. These are going to be your most broad goals- get >85% in all my classes - or journal 2x per week. Goals that are longer term, or goals that are not incredibly difficult, but would do a lot of good for you. Try and make these goals easy/medium. For example- I hope to journal every day for this quarter because it does me quite a bit of good, however I know that there may be days where I get tired or don't have time, so I left plenty of room for error.

Monthly goals. These can be very similar to quarterly goals, so if it wouldn't help you to have both- don't. I do this, because I like to hyperofocus some months onto specific things. I'm doing NaNoWriMo this November, and so one of my monthly goals will to be writing every day. Separating this out to months is less stressful for me, because I can push through one months, but pushing through three is an awful lot.

The most important for me- Weekly goal sheets. I don't include weekends into these, and they are typically very focused on issues I'm having in that moment. I was finding myself skipping a lot of class, so a weekly goal was to go to every class I had. The weekly goal sheets allow you to focus in on issues you're having, and help push you towards achieving your quarterly/monthly goals.

The thing that allows all these sheets and rules and nonsense to work is a rewards system. As I'm making my sheets, I write in things I can do if I complete my goals. For the weekly goals, I will allow a trip to my fav tea shop, or organizing an event with friends. I try pretty hard not to make the reward buying something because that feels icky to me.

Monthly goals, I generally attatch a reward that could be read as a chore. For example, one of my goals this month is to read before bed three times a week. If I do that, I can clean out my bookshelves and get rud of books. This may not seem like a reward, but once I clean out my shelves, I'm allowed to buy more books, so it opens an opportunity. (without rewarding myself via consumerism)

Quarterly rewards are the most exciting (for me). I have a long list of things I can afford, I want, but feel like I need a special occasion to buy. this could be a tailored vest, a pen, a new notebook. Is it consumerism based reward? Yes. Does it massively decrease my purchasing bc I only by myself "for fun" things when I complete a quarterly task? Yes. It also forces me to use self control because I

1) have to wait a while to get the thing

2) If I don't do the goal, I cannot buy.

I hope something from this helped/sparked ideas, so go, be free, make some goals!

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[sablegear0]

Finished TotK Finally

As in, finished the story. End numbers after buying the last boss pictures and completing the Compendium were 87.72% complete. I may go back and do koroks and minigames sporadically when I want to wander around in the world again.

So I suppose people might expect my thoughts or a review. Idk if I have anything unique to say but I may as well so: Plot and BIG ending spoilers under the cut. Also extremely long detailed opinions. Like this one got REALLY long. TL;DR at the very bottom.

The End Bits The Light Dragon In a previous blog I applauded Nintendo for letting their women characters turn into incomprehensible beasties lately (TotK, Dread). For the record, I posted that shortly before being spoiled on the fact that Zelda changes back at the end. Needless to say I was re-disappointed. I get WHY they did it. Permanently removing the title character from the game via 10,000 years of ego death doesn't really seem like a great reward for the player seeking out the plot; BotW/TotK Link and Zelda have gone through more than most of their incarnations to get where they are, so it's nice to give them a happy ending, etc. It just... kinda sucks because that was a really cool move otherwise. But Nintendo will not tell us an intentionally tragic (or even bittersweet) story so we got our girl back.

Also she was fine, by the way. She just woke up fully able to move and speak like she'd just had a bit of a rough nap. She also canonically does not remember her millennia spent as a dragon in any fashion. I know the fan writers are probably having a field day with injury/trauma recovery fics for her and I don't blame them. 10k years of ego death and a monstrous transformation should come with some consequences, shouldn't it?

To be honest the nature of the deus ex machina in question bugs me more than the fact that it happened. "Idk Sonia and Rauru did something" is the actual explanation we get (thanks Mineru, you're a real one tho) and it feels... hollow. Like, if the two dragons had clashed and injured one another, and "dying" knocked Zelda out of the transformation the same way destroying the Secret Stone that Ganondorf had taken destroyed his dragon form, that would make more sense, right? You still get your dramatic ending that's a cinematic reflection of Skyward Sword and a symbolic close (presumably) to Ganon's cycle of reincarnation. The arbitrary "power of love" (and not even the Hero's love, come on) ending just doesn't sit right.

Ganondorf Neither did the actual fight with Ganondorf, to be honest. I prepped some pretty high-value weapons, assuming that like BotW I'd have to break a few swords on him before the fight was over. But they just, again, deus ex machina'd that the Master Sword was indestructible for that fight and at no other time. My big scary weapons did see some good use in the wave fight beforehand, which was kind of neat but also kind of underwhelming. I guess that's the point where the game checks if you can handle that many enemies (ie. did you bring enough friends), similar to how doing the Divine Beasts halves Calamity Ganon's HP in BotW.

The duel-style fight for the first two phases was kind of cool. Made a bit annoying by TotK's tighter timing on parries and dodges. And the fact that the legitimate pressure of having your HP outright destroyed (cool, stressful) was removed by the third phase (annoying, no consequences for doing poorly in that part of the fight).

Third phase was neat. It was cinematic, but with no actual danger. I don't think I took any damage that wasn't just gloom-ticks from standing on the demon dragon to attack it. Didn't even get to use my cool bows in the aerial battle. Additionally I didn't have any need for the cool armour I had worked so hard to upgrade. I spent quite a lot of time and effort upgrading the Ancient Hero's Aspect and a second high-defense set (Champion's Leathers, Soldier's Greaves, Amber Earrings). The latter I did use in the demon dragon phase because it looked cool. The former I completely forgot that I had (despite having had to kill an ungodly amount of King Gleeoks to complete it). I used the Depths set for the first two-thirds of the fight because of the Gloom resistance it offered.

The Mechanics Devices All that said, what TotK set out to do it did decently well. It expanded on the physics-heavy improvisational gameplay of BotW with the addition of the Ultrahand fusion mechanic and Zonai Devices, improving on their base engine to create a system that I have heard other devs consider basically magic. Devices and weapon fusion, however, were clearly balanced with the early-to-mid-game in mind. The devices were tools, not weapons, even the ones that were nominally weapons. They simply did not put out enough raw damage to be used offensively, and were better as deterrents or distractions for enemies.

Weapon Fusion I know people weren't crazy about weapon degradation in BotW and I think TotK managed to make it slightly worse. In BotW, all you had to do was find where a desirable weapon spawned and make note of it so you could come back to pick it up after the Bloodmoon respawned everything. In TotK, you have to do that AND fight a monster with a good fuseable part to improve it. You have to do twice as much farming for about the same amount of gain. And that's not even accounting for the weapons you'd break fighting something big like a Lynel - sure they drop good parts, but you might break 2 or 3 weapons taking one down, even with help from your sages. You're operating at a net loss.

Granted the fused part of a weapon does the bulk of the work, but TotK did the interesting thing of making each flavour of weapon ("Soldier's", "Zonaite", "Gerudo", etc) have its own unique properties. This is very cool, until you find a type you like and struggle to find enough of them. Again, you have to trek around to find them and also hope you have the materials for a good fusion. It has its moments, like sticking a Silver Lynel horn on a Gerudo weapon to get a damage value over 100 (which is absurd, most "good" weapons cap out around 50 on average, barring any extra effects), but again, you're usually operating at a slight loss with respect to weapons.

Armour Upgrades To be frank: It's bad. It's bloated and way too resource-intensive. In BotW there were a limited number of sets you'd actually want to upgrade, as each had its own unique thing and that's it, there's one of each. Even doing all of them for completion's sake was achievable. In TotK they have those basic sets, plus a few more unique sets, plus a few redundant sets, and a frankly absurd number of generic aesthetic sets (which flavour of Link would you like? Ocarina of Time? Twilight Princess? Link's Awakenng Remake?) And in all of this they never thought to rebalance the amount of materials required for upgrading.

And on top of THAT, I think they messed with the item drop-rates too! Most enemies can drop 2 kinds of resources, some potentially have more, some only drop 1. in BotW I don't think (thought I may have to check) each type was a guaranteed drop, but you saw every type fairly frequently. In TotK each enemy now has distinct rare drops. And they can be RARE. And the worst part is you need a LOT of them for some armour upgrades. For example; Lizalfos tails are the Lizalfos rare drop, and the armour sets that need them can need up to 15 of the stupid things from a particular species of Lizalfos. Have fun grinding, because now you're playing Monster Hunter instead of Zelda.

Vehicles and Horses The vehicles both did and didn't trivialize crossing the map; a significant amount of grinding is needed before you have enough batteries to cover any distance, Wings (the bird-shaped gliders) have a limited lifespan to keep you from just flying everywhere, and the overworld is generally complicated enough that any fast wheeled vehicle will not be useful for long, and any all-terrain vehicle moves only at a modest speed. Ironically, just use horses where available. They're faster, more versatile, and can be called to you if they're within earshot. Also horses can spawn with overall higher stats than in BotW, and can be upgraded, though with significant resource investment. (It is worth noting that the "best" horse in base BotW, the royal white horse, is only middling to above-average stat-wise when compared to a good wild-caught horse in TotK. They power-crept the horses!)

The most interesting vehicles/movement devices, to me, were the rockets and hot-air balloons. Both add a lot instant verticality in a game that is all about traversal. Fusing a rocket to a shield gets you a huge boost for little resource expenditure (rockets are a bit rare until you can purchase devices). And once you find the Autobuild schematic for a hot air balloon base, all you need to add is a flame-emitter and you can ascend as far as your batteries allow.

Shrines In my humble opinion, TotK knocked it out of the park with its shrines. The ones that have actual puzzles, anyway. There is an unfortunately large proportion of "blessing" shrines that have no puzzle in them, and not all of them even need to be worked for that hard. The ones that do have puzzles are excellent. There are quite a few that highlight different uses for devices, and a good handful that take the Eventide Island/Master Trials-style challenge of stripping you of all your gear and put some twist on it. (Notably these are most interesting in the mid-game, when you have enough hearts to survive but not to trivialize the no-armour combat difficulty.)

They also did the very classy thing of not locking outfit parts behind hidden chests in Shrines. All the hidden chests were perfectly optional bonus chests that required no frustrating re-visits after finding out where that last piece of armour was hiding. Also the slight variations on the music theme was a nice touch that kept the shrines feeling fresh. No shade to the Sheikah Shrine theme, but the strong synths could get a bit grating at times. TotK's gentle, plinky shrine theme variations were an improvement.

The Map The Overworld Probably(?) the most common complaint about TotK and one I share. It's too damn big. In addition to mostly recycling the map from BotW (which bothered some people more than it bothered me, I think), they added an equivalent-sized map for the Depths. Now, BotW's overworld already felt a bit sparse, but it fit the tone of a literal post-apocalyptic world and encouraged you to poke around looking for koroks and investigating enemy camps. TotK's surface overworld is dotted with far more enemy camps and significantly fewer koroks, so it is about as dense but more dangerous/annoying (depending on your hp and gear) to traverse.

There are some major changes to the surface, beyond adding ruins to some spots; most of Death mountain is now safe to travel on foot (probably to encourage use of vehicles) and is no longer superheated, and there are a few spots where the road network is broken, dividing the map into 2 halves that cannot be crossed between on horseback. (In BotW, by comparison, all the roads were connected and you could auto-pilot a horse from one end of the map to the other, provided you took roads marked on the map.)

The Sky The Sky islands were relatively few, for all the hype they got in the promotional material. However I think their self-contained structure and handful of unique features (the "death star" islands, the dive challenges) helped them not overstay their welcome. Besides, the islands themselves are technically also ruins, 10,000 years old and finally visible to the naked eye from the surface, It's a wonder there's as much left and it's as functional as it is. They are beautiful, though. I did enjoy just loitering around in the sky to take in the view and the relaxed atmosphere, as there are fewer enemies up there.

The Depths The Depths... I think I share the majority gripe with the Depths. They're too big. The Depths are another whole open world that is more hostile with even less in it. It exists to grind for resources and pad the playtime. The challenge of the depths is in initially traversing it, having to light your way through impenetrable darkness and navigate dense enemy encampments and find Light Roots to fill out the map. After that, provided you have enough battery power, it can generally be ignored by flying over it. Which is unfortunate. If I were to fix the Depths, I would make it more akin to the Sky Islands; more self-contained, make it a series of winding, interconnected discrete caves, like one big dungeon crawl, rather than a second open world to ignore. Still have the Light Roots be important to vision and mapping, but have the general landscape be more contained. Maybe even have a few more areas that are inaccessible at first except by dropping into the correct chasms, like they did with the Eventide Island and Tingle Island Chain areas of the Depths.

Everything Else Side Quests and Koroks Honestly I enjoyed the variety of sidequests in TotK, and also enjoyed that some of them were quite involved. TotK had two "Tarrey Town"-equivalent long-form side-quest lines; one being visiting all the stables with Penn (I am counting this as one quest because you get drip-fed armour pieces from a unique set throughout it), and the other being the Mayoral Election / Local Cuisine questline in Hateno Village. There were also side-quests to optionally construct the Champions' weapons, which was neat, and to build a house with crazy Ultrahand powers, which was totally frivolous but fun to do. The one thing that bugged me a bit about the side-quests was running into NPCs that reasonably should have remembered Link but didn't. It felt odd, especially poking around Tarrey Town initially.

The Korok puzzles had some new variety to them, which was nice. The block puzzles were given the extra interest of being able to rotate things with Ultrahand, and the vehicle/towing mechanics were given a chance to shine with the "help me reach my friend" puzzles. Having Hestu appear in some less-than-ideal places to begin with (and the whole Lost Woods thing omg what a pain) kind of sucked, but getting those sweet sweet inventory upgrades is always worth it.

The Characters I love all the Sages, I'm going to say it right now. It was really cool to see some familiar faces from BotW (that actually recognized me) and learn what they'd been up to in the ambiguous time-gap. Teba being the slight exception but honestly - meeting Tulin and realizing this sweet bean bird boy looks just like both his parents hit me right in the heart. Mineru was also very cool and I'm glad we got to hang out with her (and bid her a tearful goodbye... my lovely lanky lady...). I also appreciated that doing the Ancient Writings quest teases Mineru's introduction. That was a nice touch.

Penn and Purah are fun, and the Lucky Clover Gazette and Monster Control Crew quests add some depth and background progression to BotW's Hyrule. You get to see how ordinary people are faring and how things are advancing post-Calamity. Seeing the various peoples of Hyrule gather at Lookout Landing after clearing a regional temple was neat, even if it was really only for show.

I know some people have beef with Rauru and that's maybe a blog for another time, but I don't think I have a strong enough opinion to bother. I didn't mind him, I think his arc was clear enough, I think I would have liked to see more of him and Sonia interacting with Zelda in a more everyday fashion - it seemed like she had a lot of fun in the distant past and something more than just a text log of that and a couple cutscenes might have been nice. Honestly I think I would have liked to see more of Sonia especially, she seems like an interesting lady (again, something more than Chaucerian text as proof would have been nice).

I'm honestly kind of mid on Matt Mercer's Ganondorf? I get that he's a big name and people were excited to hear him in the role but idk if the voice was entirely a good fit. They rocked the hell out of his visual design, though. Very good updated look, borrowing elements from some of his previous incarnations. Again I would have liked to see more elaboration on him though; what was the Gerudo tribe like under his rule? Were there dissenters? Give me more worldbuilding or I'll be forced to do it myself.

Music Mostly the same, actually. Overworld themes were recycled. Shrine themes were different and an upgrade imo. Combat themes were slightly different but I probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart at a listen. The Temple music though, oh boy. I loved these themes; they took the ramping instruments from the Divine Beasts control panel gimmick and mixed the Divine Beast Approach themes with each Sage's unique motif to create some really cool but pleasantly unobtrusive tracks. The Depths ambience was appropriately spooky, and the dynamic theme that kicks in when you high-dive was a nice touch, especially since there are distinct versions for diving to the surface and diving to the Depths.

But the standout tracks for me? First, the intro sequence where you descend with Zelda into the foundations of Hyrule Castle and hear the ever-layering Zonai chanting with the spooky reversed voice clips? MMM. 👌 So spooky, so tasty. Genuinely had me on edge even though I knew nothing would happen because it was the intro. The return sequence by the endgame has it build even more intensely as you descend even further and it's fantastic. Second is the Gloom's Approach / Gloom's Source battle theme. The distinctly electronic drone and beat associated with the Depths/gloom-related stuff gets room to shine when this tense bass-heavy track kicks in.

The Little Things I am actually going to stop this one here because I think this part deserves its own blog. There are a ton of little details in TotK that I absolutely adored and I want to gush about them with proper space allotted.

TL;DR TotK is alright. I know I'll catch flak for saying it's "good", so I won't. Settle down. It's alright. Some things it does extremely well, some things could have been edited for time, and some things remained just kinda mid from the original.

If I have to give it a number, it's a solid 6.5-7/10 . Competently constructed, technically impressive, mostly cut-and-pasted, mildly bloated, narratively kind of boring with no sense of stakes and an ending that undoes some otherwise interesting choices.

#sable has a take #sable talks about games #this one got away from me #long post #totk #loz totk #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk spoilers #seriously the first thing i do is talk about the ending in some detail so if you care avoid this one #now with headers for your reading convenience

[ayoharuko]

Haikyuu Boyfriend Headcanons

Hello welcome back! :3

Make way for our cat boys~

I hope you guys enjoy this one :3

Including: Kuroo, Yaku, Kenma & Lev

A little mention of fem reader at kuroo’s and yaku’s part sorry about that :)

Also a little suggestive at Kenma’s part hehehehe~

A little cursing as well, hope u don't mind I certainly couldn't help myself lol

REMINDER: These characters don’t belong to me they belong to Haruichi Furudate and as always maybe some these headcanons aren’t too accurate so pls don’t take them too seriously :3

(Nekoma Ver)

~Amazing bedhair~ (Tetsurō Kuroo)

~Flirty Boyfriend~

- Kuroo is that one boyfriend who you think doesn't take your relationship seriously but actually does lol

- He smacked your butt in public once. I’m surprised you haven't broken up with him-

- All jokes aside though, He’s a good boyfriend. If your having problems with homework feel free to call him up so he can help you with it, If you do good...he just might give you a reward~

- The thing about this man is that he’s too..bold and..direct about things...like he doesn't have any shame to show affection to you in public! Honestly it can either be a blessing or a curse idk you guys decide

- You guys would often fight because of his ‘snide remarks’ but trust me..he’s working on it! He really loves you and wants to show you that his serious about your relationship so..be patient please :3

- We all know Kuroo LOVES long hair so if you do....he’ll always be touching it He'll always be brushing his hand down your hair and he’ll even learn how to braid hair just for you~!

- Another one who’ll MELT if you cook something for them...I headcanon that this man is a foodie and he’ll beg for you to make him lunch everyday! The type to brag at his teammates about this lol

- Loves to tease you, Sorry he’s a demon T-T

Nicknames: Baby, Chibi-chan, Honey and Babe

~Scenario Time:

Right now you were at your home doing homework peacefully...well not that peacefully when a certain someone keeps calling you, messaging you and throwing rocks at your window. That person..is your boyfriend Tetsurō Kuroo.

You were..mad at him right now..why your mad at him you ask? Well...he smacked your butt infront of his team...really..THE AUDACITY TO DO THAT

You were sooo mad at him....and..you were planning to ignore him till tomorrow...he wasn’t gonna convince you to forgive him nononono...heh let him wait..

Several hours later...

So much for ignoring him....you were both now cuddling on your bed, him kissing and saying apologizes to you...this man....

You can never get mad at him....

~Demon-senpai~ (Morisuke Yaku)

 ~Caring Boyfriend~

- The type to get mad at you for not sleeping or eating well, What? His your boyfriend his supposed to take care of you..so quit whining and let him take care of you!

- If you ask to make lunch for you he will...his a very amazing cook and he will make you bento’s everyday. Such malewife material~

- His team will tease him about you but all they get is a scary glare from yaku...welp! Better not tease him then ahahaha!

- He would always text or call you everyday asking if your doing fine, how are you or just need anything in general~

- He loves being big spoon...he feels like even with his height his still protecting you..so don’t you dare tease him or your sleeping on the couch tonight lol

- He’ll offer to tutor you if you struggle at a particular subject, don't worry...somehow whenever he tutors you, you actually pass-

- If you have short hair expect him to ruffle your hair a lot, its like you’re his junior even when you both are both the same grade. Honestly he finds it adorable when you whine about how he’ll ruin your hair lol

- He’s more nice to you more then his own team and their kinda jealous tbh :D

- 10/10 boyfriend and 10/10 future husband~<3

Nicknames: Hon, Sweetheart, idiot, dumbass and dummy

~Scenario Time:

Oh noooo....you forgot your lunch today...

You sigh lay your head on your desk, tummy rumbling of hunger...if only you weren't in such a hurry maybe then you could have remembered to bring your precious food~

‘’This is the worse...’’ You mumbled under your breath 

‘’You forgot your lunch didn’t you, you idiot?’’ A voice which sounded irritated asked ‘’Yea..wahhh I'm so hungry yaku!’’ You whine at your boyfriend who only gave you a deadpan look lol

He sighs and places a..bento? on your desk

‘’Here...I had leftovers so I packed extras..y-you can have them..’’ Your boyfriend said with a cute blush...

You widen your eyes and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek s a ‘thank you’ at him and gobbling in the food he cooked! Which you knew he made for you..he’s only shy lol-

~Gamer kitty~ (Kenma Kozume)

~Shy/Bold Boyfriend~

- He’s shy..yet a little bold...he wants to experience these new things with you and he tries to take the first steps but..he’s a little shy

-Every once in a while he’s gonna go for a kiss on your cheek because he feels bold and then the next after he’ll start blushing like a tomato hehehe

- Expect to have game dates or at home dates more often, we all know he isn’t a big extrovert :)

- Acts like a cat....when you give him head pats either he leans onto your touch or he blushes and just looks down, If he’s jealous he’ll come up behind you and start glaring at the said person who is making him jelly~

- For his bold side...he’s always honest on what he feels for you and how he wants to express it (does it with bright blushes on his face)

- He’ll try to hold your hands in public without freaking out inside, he’ll try to kiss you on the cheek in public to show your his lol

- His shy side consist of him shyly asking you if your free to hang out or simply saying ‘I love you’s’ to you and many other things~

- He’ll always try to go easy on you whenever you guys are playing a game together so he’ll definitely let you win on purpose sometimes, He just wants to see you smile :3

- Buys you expensive stuff...whatever his baby wants, his baby gets~~~

- HE’S A MAJOR FUN OF CUDDLING YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE -//-

- When y'all play Minecraft together expect him to place your beds together, give you flowers, heck...he probably mines diamonds without you so he can surprise you with a full set of armor!

- If you guys play Genshin..well...expect lots of whaling, carrying, drama and battles on whose characters are better lol, he would challenge you to a Genius Invocation TCG duel with bets of course~

- He’s shy, bold and the BEST gamer cat boyfriend out there...what else are ya gonna ask??

Nicknames: Pudding and kitten(That’s it, I couldn't think of anything-)

~Scenario Time:

I can't believe this....I lost to Kenma again!

For context...Genshin’s Genius Invocation TCG has finally come out....so Kenma and me decided to try it out obviously..but I didn't know it has come to this....

At first it was an innocent bet..but now..its...its a little....embarrassing

‘’Hm..pudding are you getting nervous?’’ Your kitty boyfriend asked smiling smugly at you...

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smug look on his face! But damn...why does he sound so hot when his bold???

You sigh and continued battling him....

You.....YOU LOST!?

‘’Oops...kitten..hehehe..I'll be coming over so I can get my reward...see you~’’ He left the game and your discord as well...

Oh no.......you’re in deep shit

~Tall~ (Lev Haiba)

~Himbo Boyfriend~

- Annoying cute of a himbo he is...why do you love this lovable idiot again? oh yea..because his dumb and cute....

- He LOVES to tease you about your height intentionally and unintentionally....ya can’t really smack him cuz he’s tall as fuck T-T

- His sister thinks you’re adorable! She definitely teases you both lol but she also helps you pick clothes if you need help on what to wear for you and lev’s dates and she will GLADLY help you with makeup :) she also helps lev with his clothes lol

- Call her ‘Nee-san’ and she WILL FORCE HER PARENTS to get you both married already even when you guys are like still underaged to do so-

- Despite him being a huge himbo, he’s a gentleman. He’s big sis taught him how to treat a lady right so he’ll open doors for you, pull your seat out, and be very respectful towards you. Don’t mind his teasing however lol

- Has accidentally thrown a ball to your face....don’t worry! He apologize and gave you many forehead/face kisses :)

- Hides behind you despite being tall 0-0, especially when Yaku’s chasing him-

- He LOVES carrying you around! In his arms you look so smol that he just wants to pick you up and cash you in his arms~

- He tries to flirt with you, Kuroo told him some cheesy pickup lines and he tried them on you and....lets just say you were left cringing :D

- Expect tutor dates, he’s dumb what do you want him to do? Don’t worry...surprisingly he’s easy to teach :)

Nicknames: My shortie (lol that’s all)

~Scenario Time:

You and Lev were gonna be having a date today...but...he was currently running late...he doesn't even have practice so how is he late!?

You were honestly starting to get pissed...but your anger boiled down when you heard someone calling out to you....

You looked at the direction where your name was being called and my god...he’s beautiful...

‘’I...I'm sorry for being late y/n-san!’’ Lev said while panting leaning over apologetically ‘’I-...’’ You were speechless...he’s so pretty...

After catching his breath he stood up straight and you asked him why he was late. ‘’Ah! Well...nee-san wanted to help with my outfit because the one I wore before changing was ‘ugly’ she said’’ Lev explained 

Ah...your definitely gonna thank Alisa for this...

‘’Well...you’re forgiven for being late...’’ You said smiling up at him before holding his hand before a mischievous smile replaces your previous one....

‘’But...you’ll have to pay for the food and buy me ice cream!’’ You declared pulling him towards where you wanna eat with Lev yelling protests...

Hehehehehe...you could get used to this~

OMG THIS TOOK TOO LONG T’T

I hope u guys like this one with our Nekoma boy’s~

See u guys on my next post!~ Edited by: @purpi-narwhale​

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I love you, friend! 💕

A couple of my headcanons for your amusement:

1) Connor likes to spend his free time playing video games (esp. farming sims) because they trigger the Mission Successful reward system in his brain

2) Gavin has quite the collection of fantasy dildos 😈

first off i love BOTH OF THESE. Very canon to me imo, I wrote the second one first, I hope you enjoy!

*NSFW warning*

Secret Box

This thing, between the three of them, that started small and innocently enough, turned into something so much bigger, stronger, and honestly sexier than any of them initially intended. So much so they closed on a three bedroom house last week and Hank, Sumo, Connor, and Gavin are moving in together. 

But moving is also greuling, at least to the two humans who complained about aches and pains every free moment they could. It's why Connor offered to bring everything in in the first place. Connor would not get tired. He was specifically designed for advanced stamina. But Hank and Gavin were two of the most prideful and stubborn men Connor has ever met. 

It took them a while to agree, but after Hank’s back popped in a way that was more bad than good, he threw the white flag and thanked Connor for his help before going to pass out on the couch. 

Gavin lasted a little longer, but once he and Connor carried their king sized mattress up two flights of stairs, he threw the flag too.  

There aren't too many more boxes, under half a dozen, and most of them headed for the same floor. He should be done and ready to lay down with his exhausted humans in about 15 minutes. 

Connor moves another large wardrobe box containing some of Hank’s old suits exposing a time faded blue, 15x15x10 box that he doesn't remember packing on the truck. Or seeing before honestly. 

Written all across the slightly yellowing cardboard is handwriting that matches Gavin’s, the words, 

DO NOT OPEN UNLESS YOU ARE GAVIN

I MEAN IT DICKHEADS

MY STUFF, HANDS OFF! *

Over almost every surface. 

A padlock opened in Connors vision and a prompt to 

Open the box? 

Had him biting into his lip so hard it bled, in strain to do the right thing. 

Because, well it's not his stuff. It’s very obviously Gavin’s. But whatever is in there, it's obvious he wants to keep it a secret. Under plenty of warfare in fact. 

What's the phrase Hank always says to him, curiosity killed the cat? 

Well, Connor isn't a cat, he’s an android. But he’s also not an idiot. He won’t open it down here, in plain view of everything and everyone. He will take it upstairs, into their shared master bedroom and open it there. 

~

Connor hasn't felt a choice impact him this strongly since he deviated. It's weird. It's just a box, he shouldn't be afraid of the damn thing. But it wasn't necessarily the box that was scary. It was the potential of everything that could be in there. 

What could be in there that Gavin didn't want Hank and him to see?

Maybe it was something super rare. Like the world's only albino guinea pig. 

Or maybe Gavin’s a master jewel thief and it's full of diamonds… 

Or maybe Gavin’s a deranged maniac who keeps his victims severed heads in a box!

Or worse….

What if its an embarassing snapshot of Connor from the DPD Christmas party?!??!

His fans whirring in his obvious anxiety attack has him shaking his head and clearing all of the ridiculous thoughts he just had. It’s just a box. And he knows Gavin better than he knows most people in the world after nearly 2 years. 

But once he opens the lid of the long traveled box, he instantly wished he hadn’t. 

Mostly, because in that moment, someone had come into the room behind him, exposing his crime. And even worse, that person was Gavin. 

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“I'm sorry!!” Connor panics, slapping the lid back onto the box so hard its sides folded under his force. He didn't even get a chance to look at everything inside, he was too scared of Gavin’s much deserved, wrath. 

“Ey, easy!! Those aren't cheap you know!” Gavin says, genuine worry in his tone and Connor’s hands pulls off the box and steps back. 

Hank and Sumo are on Gavin’s heels, barging sleepily into the room to add to his humiliation. 

“What’s- oh shit. Ha! I see you found Gavin’s collection.”

Connor and Gavin’s cheeks boths flushed in embarrassment.

“Hank!” Gavin scolds at the same time Connor asks, 

“What are they?”

“What do you mean what are they? They’re fucking dildos” Gavin says hotly, temperature matching the blood boiling under his cheeks. 

Connor looks at the box with the busted lid again, though he doesn't need to. He has the video feed already saved, he can bring up every inch of his first glimpse in high graphic detail. 

“But, they don’t, look like our other ones,” Connor says carefully, reading Gavins stress levels and adjusting his particular phrasing. 

“Cuz they’re not modeled after human dicks,” Gavin says again, and Connor thinks about the one on top. The one that didn't look like a dick at all. More like a tongue, easily as long as Hank’s cock but curved and shaped drastically different. 

“And that feels good?” there wasn't any judgment in Connor’s voice, just genuine curiosity. He thinks that's what really gives him the upper hand and reduces some of Gavin’s stress. 

“It feels phcking incredible. All of them do.”

“Some of those are big Gavin.”

“I’m well aware.”

Connor’s eyes glazed over, imagining Hank using any of them on Gavin, or vice versa. It was enough motivation for Connor to then ask, with the biggest, softest eyes he can, if he can fuck Gavin with one. 

~

Gavin’s knees shake as he struggles to take the ninth irregularly bulging inch, but he begged for it deeper, his cock still stiff and spitting fluid all down the shaft.

“Phck,” he can’t keep the pant back as much as he wants to. It hurts, but in the way he loves, and the fact that Hank and Connor are both so obviously getting off to it only adds to it. 

“You’re doing so good Gavin,” Hank praises, and Gavin feels more fluid fall off the tip of his cock onto their mattress below. He felt like he was about to lose his mind, so he’s glad at least it looks more polished than he feels. 

“Con, don’t stop, please.” 

Connor’s hand squeezes his hip before twisting the bulging dildo in his ass. 

The pleasure that rocketed through Gavin’s body at that particular action knocks out his knees and Gavin is barely holding his face off the mattress by his elbows. “Oh my god.”

“It’s actually Connor, but I appreciate the compliment,” the robot sasses and if Gavin wasn’t so desprate for an orgasm, he might have shot something back. Instead he shuddered, and pulled his tired legs back to their original position. It lined one of the bumps of the dildo up with his prostate and Gavin was putty in Connor’s hands. 

“Are you gonna cum?” Hank asks, sitting on the bed beside him, running his warm hand across Gavin's face to get the sweat out of his eyes. 

Gavin nods in Hank’s hand, and then Connor’s thrusts becomes relentless. It doesn't take much at all, and then Gavin is screaming through a painfully strong orgasm. 

~

AN: I'm sorry for the minor crack, but I just had to with the spongebob reference. It really wrote itself. You can blame Daddy Clancy for the melding of fandoms in my brain. 

As for the sex toys, use your imagination or alt the links I got the inspo from 1. 2.

* do I have a box just like this? Wouldn't you like to know weather boy.

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