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ursawastricked · 1 year

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Distracting

Synopsis: your usually rather easy to work with, but recently Viktor has found himself easily distracted by you..a lot of you. Especially tonight, when you decided to wear that dress.

WARNINGS; Viktor x F!reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, Viktor pining mostly, only a hint of sexual tension of you squint

I didn’t proofread this bc I wrote it on a plane, have fun though

Viktor has felt his hands shaking for the better half of an hour at this point, his cane held in a white knuckled grip as he watch you casually stroll about the party.

His amber gaze had locked to your spine as soon as you walked back him after a short greeting..despite the heaven it seemed to see your bare skin, that dress surely was from hell, hand sewn by the devils himself.

The dress itself was classy, high neckline, form fitting sure, but that long leg slip was a crime. It crept up your leg, if you sit just right it would likely show a hint of your hip (or so Viktor had expertly theorized). But what was causing the most pressure in his knuckles, was the lack of back on the gown..a large view of your bare skin exposed to the air, ending just under your waist, it had been a long few hours.

He sipped his drink, taking his planned break from watching you, but that appears to be an exactly when you decided to approach, just when he had let his guard down. He nearly chocked when his eyes open to find you approaching, the click of your heels echoing across the hardwood floors of the ballroom before you tilt your head to meet his gaze, amused by the sudden panic that you caught flash over his features.

“Hey..enjoying yourself, Viktor?” You ask, settling next to him against the wall, taking the brief pause in wait for his reply to take a sip of your own drink.

He takes his time alright, at this angle he could see exactly how close the hem of your dress is from slipping off your shoulder if only with the assistance of an eager hand, a less shaken one. He at this point had also taken note of the deep shade of red on your lips, only a hint darker than the dress. He struggled through the thoughts, now registering the question and panicking at what must have been an eternal amount of time,

“Uh..yes..yes. The party it is,” he tried, he sure did, “lovely..” but his mouth failed him as did his gaze when it flickered over your exposed skin once more.

You give a light chuckle, turning further toward him and stealing away his view. He does a better job hiding the disappointment of not yet recognizing of that was indeed a freckle just above your shoulder blade.

“Well that’s a surprise, you hate parties don’t you?”

He offers you a light toggle of his head in reply, glancing away to find a new focus. God knows if he was to try and focus on you, his gaze would just find itself on the lipstick you wore again, and he wouldn’t risk you catching that.

He settled on the door across the way, sipping his drink again only to find his lips met with nothing. He lifted the glass to his eye line, inspecting to discover he had in-fact run out of his champagne. Viktor have a gentle huff of amusement, or disappointment, gesturing it at you as he would sometimes do in the lab with certain tools or noted when they had broken or been written incorrectly. And as always he found comfort in your light laugh.

You glance at the glass, confirming his suspicions correct.

“Poor thing..how will you ever survive the rest of the party without ur social crutch.” You tease, tapping his glass lightly with one finger and inspecting your own glass, still mostly full.

“I can socialize perfectly find without a drink” he insists, flipping the glass upside down in his hand to that he held it by the support now.

“Really? Because you have been standing here since the party began-“

“I’ve been distracted” he defends again, tilting his head at you lightly and swaying the glass. His gaze is calm until he sees yours change. Your eyes light up with curiosity and mischief as the weight of his reply fully hits you, and he feels the hit directly in his stomach as he does too.

“Distracted?” You ask, leaning closer to search his gaze for hints. “By what? Or who? Is it someone here?” You ask feverishly.

He’s screwed. You expect an answer and even in the event that there wasn’t one, which there most definitely was, you wouldn’t let up without one. And if he wasn’t careful his eyes would float back to your dress again, and he could not allow for that to happen. He had been so deliberate Bout his casual observation of you in the past few weeks. Ever since you had handed him those notes, and he had noticed just how pretty your hands were. Your nails painted in a deep red color, and the shiny gold rings on your fingers that only further complimented what he had noted was your soft looking skin.

After that it was your hair, you had been leaning back into your chair after about an hour of inspecting the current project, and you had ruffled your locks sending the tufts to flutter gracefully around the crown of your head. He had noticed how the movement reminded him of a butterflies wings, and that the stray pieces had fallen around your cheek, which he had earlier found were round like one of those old pinups he had seen in pictures as a teenager..and how they would get rounder when you smiled.

And Janna the smile, you smiled so much..you smiled at everyone, but every time you did he couldn’t stop himself from turning just for a moment to catch it, one day finding the lab so frustrating that he had decided to start noting whenever you smiled at him, just for mild entertainment. He counted twelve, mostly when you were joking or messing with Jayce and seeking his approval on the bad jokes, however number ten had been when you offered him the last bite of your lunch.

‘You haven’t eaten all day, come on I know you like sandwiches, eat it’ you had fought for fifteen minutes with him about eating the damned thing before he finally pulled off his goggles and gave you a tired stare before taking the simple pb and j and took the last bite dramatically in front of you. And you gave him that sweet smile..that soft smile. It wasn’t one of mischief or teasing, but if genuine satisfaction. That one was his favorite from that days count.

And now you were back to that evil smile, leaning closer to him then he had noticed and he could feel his heart rate rising to an unhealthy speed as he struggled to move, his body wouldn’t let him escape your warmth.

“No one..not- no it’s just-“ he struggled, he was struggling hard enough that he had leaned his weight off his cane and felt himself begin to tip over. His arms flailed, as his body attempted to keep him from falling, but found a new savior in your hand clutching his and tugging him up as you gave a sharp and fluttering laugh. He clutched your forearms, shuttering at the almost fall. But once his balance returned he couldn’t find it in him to let go just yet.

“You alright there? I didn’t mean to scare you that much” he panted through the finale of your laughing fit..he couldn’t help but notice didn’t pull away yet either. It was a divine moment, watching his settle your breathing and flicker your face up to face his. Your hair was out of place, curling over your round cheeks again..perfect.

You tapped his arm before he released his grip, swiftly attempting an apology before stopped him by tilting your glass toward him. His gaze flickered to it then you, as he adjusted his grip back to his cane.

“Have the rest of mine, I don’t like drinking much anyways” you offered, and without much thought he found himself taking the glass in his own hand, trading you for his empty one. For a second he had felt your fingers graze in the exchange, and as he thought you were soft.

You give him a a slight touch on his shoulder and then a tap on the cheek as you step away, “If you get bored of people watching, let me know” was your parting words as you strolled back into the social gathering, your back again becoming his main focus.

He watched you move away, again frustrated by how easy it was to get lost in how your spine moved before he glanced at the champagne in his hand. His cheeks flushed harshly at the presence of a dark stain kissed onto the glasses edge where you had drank from it. And with a deep shakily sigh, he checked for any spying eyes before hesitantly sipping from the abandoned lipsticks placement..he remained distracted for the rest of the party..and did in-fact lie when Jayce asked about why he still had the glass when they had returned home.

Update: you can read part 2 of this story right here

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trulybetty · 7 months

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oct x 11 - pumpkin spice

Prompt: pumpkin spice Pairing: marcus pike x f!Reader Word Count: 3,366 Warnings: this is somewhat au? I don't know how to describe it - but honestly, outside the mentions of food, just introductions to our characters 💕 Summary: maplewood, a small town nestled in northern bc where people flock to see the changing blossom trees and celebrate the fall season. after losing your job you find yourself a part of the community which includes the towns baker who left a less than stellar impression on you. AO3: Linked

A/N: this is a departure for me, this is going to be all sickly sweet and sticky sweetness - made a teeny tiny dash of angst? This will be told in three parts through the month, no promise on when the next part will be posted - but keep an eye out. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear it!

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Something Sweet, This Way Comes Part I | Pumpkin Spice

Maplewood was a small town nestled deep in the heart of British Columbia Canada, the crisp autumn air brought a sense of enchantment. The maple leaves painted the streets with vibrant shades of red and orange, and the town buzzed with anticipation for Halloween.

At the hub of it all was Maple Delights, a mainstay of the small town that had changed owners only three years ago. Before that Marcus Pike had left the FBI’s art division on the heels of lost love and disillusions for the career he once loved. Everyone always assumed he was a dab hand with creative pursuits when he would tell them he worked in the bureaus art department. And while he had studied art at college, it had been in art history. Truth was he couldn’t paint anything worth posting further than the front of the fridge, but baking on the other hand, was a hidden talent he’d always exceeded in.

So when a late night social media scroll after handing in his notice brought him to an article on the small town of Maplewood being a hidden gem in the Northern Canadian mountains. Over the following days he’d drifted back to the article several times before a Google search brought him to the small town’s website.

Then it wasn’t too much of a stretch to click on the link for the modest page of properties both for sale and rent, curiosity baiting him, only to find the town’s historic bakery up for sale.

Dashing any thoughts out of his head he’d closed his laptop with a shake of his head, it was an absurd idea. He was an early retiree of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he had no business entertaining the idea of purchasing a bakery, let alone one in seemingly the middle of nowhere Canada.

But between the calls from friends and family checking in on him with the news of his departure from the job he once dearly loved and the end of the whirlwind romance that he’d thought was the one, he found himself late each night scrolling mindlessly, glass of wine in one hand, phone in the other, back looking at the town of Maplewood.

He did have a sizable nest egg, he owned his apartment which was now in what was considered a trendy part of town and worth a lot more than when he first purchased it.

He wasn’t entirely sure what possessed him two nights later to email the town's realtor, but within the month he was the proud owner of Maple Delights and all its contents and was packing up the contents of his modest apartment and heading north.

The previous owner had passed, with adult grandchildren who lived far away in various places across the country, and who had no interest in a historic bakery in the middle of nowhere; it had been left with no choice to go up for sale by the estate.

It had taken some modernization, not so easy a feat in the far north of BC where the local hardware store was a mom and pops situation and the nearest Home Depot was three hours away, but Marcus had made it work with help from a local contractor who’d enjoyed the challenge.

The facade had undergone a drastic change too, much to the chagrin of some locals. But when it was revealed to be a homage to its original exterior, when it was first opened, there had been actual tears at the results.

The front of the store was made up of a large window and wooden framing. In cursive the bakeries name was painted across the glass. At the front were planters at the wooden windowsill, filled with roses of various shades of pinks and whites. The climbing ivy had been stripped away to allow the brick underneath to stand out, making the white frames pop all the more.

It truly was a delight to see.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long after that for Marcus to win over the town. With his natural ability for baking and his charm, he won over any naysayers to the outsider in their town quite quickly and was soon a beloved member of the community.

Your journey to Maplewood however, was nearly not as charming.

It was a gloomy Tuesday morning when you received the email that would change the course of your life. As you sipped your coffee and stared at the screen, disbelief washed over you. The subject line was blunt and to the point: ‘Termination of Employment.’

You opened the email and read the cold, corporate language that informed you of the company's decision to downsize. Your position had been eliminated, effective immediately. There was no room for negotiation, no farewell party, just a stark message informing you that your services were no longer required.

You had worked at the job for who knows how long, because it felt like forever.

In the days that followed, you wrestled with the uncertainty of your future. You tried reaching out to your network, searching for new job opportunities in Toronto, but the job market was tough, and the competition was fierce. The bills kept piling up, and you felt the weight of financial insecurity pressing down on you.

It was one of those nights where you were texting with your friend Libby, a long time resident of Maplewood after she gave up the rat race to open a bookstore in the small town years ago. That she extended an offer that was too sweet to refuse. End your rental agreement and come up north and spend some time in the great outdoors and figure out what you want to do next.

With no other choices coming your way, you did just that.

That was three months ago.

As the days passed, you found yourself slowly adjusting to the laid-back lifestyle of Maplewood. Gone were the stresses of city life and the constant pressure to perform at your job. Instead, you spent your mornings sipping coffee in Libby's apartment above the bookstore and spent the rest of your day either helping out in the store or taking a stroll around town to take in all the unique sights that Maplewood had to offer.

Black Cat Books was wall to ceiling bookshelves and every manageable space was filled with books. It was a labyrinth, but Libby could stride through it like she was born into its midst. But ask Libby where any particular title resided? You'd find that she knew exactly how many steps it took to get there.

Libby placed another book on the shelf behind her, “He’s really not all that bad.”

You sneered, “I don’t know why this whole town is obsessed with him.”

“Says the woman who is watching him from across the street and has been for the last hour.” Libby remarked, punctuated by a disbelieving look over the top of her glasses.

“I can’t help if the bakery is straight across the street,” she raised an equally disbelieving eyebrow at you, she didn't believe a word you were saying “and it’s his bakery, of course he’d be there.” you finished, crossing your arms across your chest refusing to make eye contact.

“Sure,” she dragged out her response, “whatever you say.”

You had been in Maplewood for a week when you'd run into Marcus, quite literally run into him. Crossing the main square, you may not have been paying attention, focusing on refreshing your email for leads on work as he had been stepping up onto the sidewalk, his arms full of bakery boxes obscuring his view.

“Watch where you're going much?!” You'd exclaimed, hands on your hips and glaring at him.

He'd looked up from the ground, his hands filled with ruined boxes, eyes narrowed. “Me? How could you miss me?”

“Well if you had been watching where you were going.” You countered.

He was about to launch into another tirade when he glanced at his watch. Stifling a curse he ran a hand through his hair before speaking, his voice low and gruff. “I haven't got time for this.”

With that he quickly gathered the last of the boxes and stomped off in the direction of the bakery. Your first encounter with the town's beloved baker had left nothing but a sour taste in your mouth.

Since then, you'd avoided any and all interactions with the man and fought rolling your eyes when people would speak so highly of the American who had made Maplewood his home. After all, he was the one responsible for bringing more business to Maplewood through word-of-mouth of his creations.

“Look,” Libby pointed at the sandwich board propped outside the shop, “today’s special is pumpkin spice scones, how about you go get us some and a couple of coffees?” she suggested as she pulled some money from her purse she kept under the counter.

You rolled your eyes but still took the money, guy was questionable, but his scones were to die for. Not that you would admit it to anyone.

A quick look both ways you dashed across the street. It was the start of October, a busy month for the town. Tourists would flock in to see the changing colours of the cherry blossom trees that lined both sides of the main street that led up to the town's main square outside city hall.

The weather was getting colder, and even though it was literally steps from Black Cat Books, you'd wished you'd grabbed your toque and scarf. But before you could think more about it you were outside the bakery.

The window took up most of the front of the store, vintage lettering spelling out the bakery's name Maple Delights painted across the pane. The roses that usually filled the planter boxes outside were filled with an abundance of pumpkins of various colours and sizes. Halloween decorations filled the spaces between cake stands and trays of seasonal goods punctuated by decadent cakes decorated with tiny ghosts and ghouls.

The shop bell rang as you opened the door, the bakery was cozy and inviting with its high ceilings and hardwood floors. The smell of freshly baked bread and sugar, mingled with the spiciness of cinnamon and pumpkin spice – classic scents of fall that permeated the air making your mouth water.

A bright eyed Sarah, with a book open in front of her behind the counter called out your name, “Hey there! What can I get for you today?”

You smiled and made your way to the counter eyeing the vintage blackboard that took up most of the wall behind it. The chalk sketch confirmed that today's special was pumpkin scones, “I'll take two pumpkin spice scones and two lattes, extra hot please.”

Sarah nodded as she began preparing the order. She had been working at the bakery after school and the weekends since she turned sixteen at the start of the summer. You knew this because she got paid every Friday and would dart straight across to Black Cat Books to pick a new book bringing with her treats from the bakery.

“You should try the apple cider doughnuts!” she exclaimed as she boxed up two large scones.

“That so?” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her recommendation.

“Uh huh,” Sarah replied with a grin, “Marcus dipped them in a cinnamon maple glaze this time,” she added with a little groan of appreciation, “they're so good, and there's only just a few left.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as if she were tempting you.

You couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. “Well, with that kind of endorsement, why not. Throw a couple in too.”

As you waited for your order and made small talk with Sarah, you took a moment to look around the store. It was late afternoon, and the warm, soft glow of the autumn sun streamed through the window, casting a gentle light on the displays. The shelves, while not as full as they might be in the morning, still held an array of intricate desserts. More decorations of fake cobwebs, pumpkins, and ghosts adorned the shelves and countertops, adding to the bakery's seasonal charm.

In the background, the back of the bakery was open to the kitchen out back. The stainless steel counters gleamed in the soft light, and the usual cacophony of mixers that lined the back wall was silent for the moment. It was a rare sight, given the bakery's reputation for bustling activity, especially in the weeks leading up to Halloween.

Just then, a door swung open at the back, and Marcus emerged, his presence commanding attention. He was dressed in a deep orange flannel shirt, which seemed to accentuate the rich colors of the fall season. His tousled curled hair always gave the impression that he had just woken up from a nap, yet it added an effortlessly charming quality to his appearance. His patchy facial hair, seemingly ever-present, only added to his rugged charm.

You couldn't help but curse silently under your breath. Despite having no time for the man, there was no denying he was just as attractive as the sweet treats he created. It seemed as though every time you crossed paths, he had a knack for appearing more alluring.

“Hey Sarah,” he greeted the teen, “I can finish this up for you, I don't want you to miss the committee meeting for the trick or treat parade.” he said, referencing the penultimate celebration of the town's October celebrations.

Sarah's face lit up as she started to untie her apron, “Thanks, Marcus. You're a lifesaver.”

As Marcus took over your order, Sarah excused herself, heading towards the exit. Her parting words were aimed at both you and Marcus. “See you later!”

With Sarah's departure, an awkward silence settled between you and Marcus. The air seemed to crackle with the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks.

“Looks like you're stuck with me for a while,” Marcus remarked, breaking the silence with a wry smile. His tone was light, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, an undercurrent of amusement at the situation.

You nodded in reluctant agreement, realizing that there was no escape from this moment. “Seems that way,” you replied.

Marcus busied himself with finishing up your order, his hands deftly manoeuvring around cups and saucers. He poured the lattes into to-go cups before adding the last dollop of whipped cream to a pumpkin spice latte. The warm, spicy scent filled the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods.

As he reached out to pass you the tray of drinks and the bag filled with baked treats, your hands brushed against each other. Time seemed to slow, the atmosphere tingling with a spark that neither of you had felt before. It was a fleeting touch, but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine, making you suddenly aware of the space between you.

Marcus cleared his throat. “I, uh, put a cranberry muffin in there. For Libby. I know they're her favourite.”

You blinked, a little thrown off by the unexpected kindness. “That's very thoughtful of you.” You reached for your purse, ready to pay for the order, “How much is it?” you asked, but Marcus waved you off.

Marcus shook his head, grinning slightly. “It's on the house. Consider it a thank-you to Libby for watching the store the other week.”

“Thank you,” you finally said, struggling to find the right words. “That's... that's very kind of you.”

Marcus shrugged, his gaze meeting yours for just a second longer than necessary. “It's what neighbours do, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I suppose it is.”

The bell above the door jingled, breaking the moment as more customers entered the bakery, kids trailing behind their parents, all excited for Halloween goodies. You picked up the tray and bag, suddenly aware that you had to leave, but not quite ready to break the newfound connection.

“I'll see you around?” Marcus asked, with maybe a note of hopeful uncertainty in his voice, you weren’t sure.

You smiled despite yourself, “Maybe,” you replied as you raised your now full hands in an attempt at a wave.

Marcus was about to answer when the bakery's new patrons diverted his attention and you took the opportunity to leave, your head suddenly full of conflicting feelings for the man.

Exiting out onto the street, you couldn't help but inhale deeply, letting the crisp, early October air fill your lungs in hope it would clear your head. The town's signature cherry blossom trees that lined each side of the street had traded their springtime pinks for shades of orange and yellow, a change of costume in tune with the season.

Libby looked up from the book she was reading when you stepped back into the store, “You were longer than I expected.”

You felt an unexpected heat spread up your chest to your cheeks, “Sarah was working,” you quickly threw out, “she was telling me about the book she got last week.”

Libby accepted the coffees and paper bag so you could shrug off your coat, “Ooo, cranberry muffin! My favourite!”

“Yeah, Marcus threw it in there for you.”

“So you spoke to Marcus?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, an unmissable smirk on her face.

You narrowed your eyes in response, “Briefly.”

Libby took a bite of her scone, the noises she made boarded on the line of scandalous, “God, this is good.”

“Should I leave you and your scone alone?”

Libby grinned, crumbs of scone still clinging to the corners of her mouth. “If you leave me now, I'll name my first-born after this scone. It'll have a weird life, but at least it'll be delicious.”

You chuckled at her melodrama as you took your coffee out of its tray.

Libby grinned, “I swear to god, if I was remotely interested in men I'd be climbing him like a tree. Heck, I might just do it for the baked goods.”

You rolled your eyes, “Easy there tiger.”

“I really don't know how he's single, three years in this town and it's not like the women haven't been throwing themselves at him.”

“Well, maybe he is really too good to be true.” You countered, taking up your apparently one woman stance of your dislike of the man again as you took a sip of your coffee - biting your lip at your own groan at how a simple latte could taste so good.

Libby chuckled, “Or maybe you're too stubborn to see what's right in front of you.”

You sighed, unwilling to admit, even to Libby, that your stance on Marcus might be softening just a touch. “Let's agree to disagree, shall we?”

“Fine, fine,” Libby conceded, taking another heavenly bite of her scone. “But one day you'll see. Good things, and good people, might just come in unexpected packages.”

Your phone buzzed with a notification about a new job posting in Toronto. You glanced at it, suddenly feeling less of that earlier urgency to return to the hustle and bustle of city life. The idea of stepping back into the rat race seemed so detached from where you were now—surrounded by the rustic charm of Maplewood and its genuine, warm-hearted inhabitants.

You took another sip of your latte and stole one last look through the bookstore's window, back towards the bakery. Marcus was crouching down to hand a sugar cookie shaped like a pumpkin to one of the small kids in the bakery. The child's face lit up with joy, a mirror of the light that seemed to emanate from Marcus himself.

Maybe Libby had a point. Maybe good things did come in unexpected packages.

You put your phone down, screen facing the table, and looked back at Libby, who was now back engrossed in her book. But your thoughts weren't on job postings or the life you had in Toronto. They were here, on this little corner of Maplewood.

For the first time, in a long time, you weren’t thinking of ways to run back to your old life.

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #something sweet this way comes #marcus pike #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader

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patchesnpins · 2 years

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Hii, I just saw your "falling asleep on them" headcanons and it was SO cute!! I was wondering if I could request the same idea with Jonathan Byers please?? It's ok if not though!

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: more sleepy and sweet headcanons when you need to rest your eyes and there's no pillow in sight, hopefully they won't mind (ft. Jonathan Byers & Nancy Wheeler

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: ahh thank you!! I'm just such a sucker for that cliche <33 but ofc you can request some more hcs with Jonathan, I hope you don't mind me tossing in Nancy too bc I need a bit of practice writing her

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//w.c: 0.7k

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The field you both found yourselves in was calm and serene, the wind rustling the tall grass and colorful blooming flowers and providing a welcomed coolness during the hot California day. The tree above you both danced in the wind, the shadows shifting along the blanket

Jonathan chewed thoughtfully at his lip, raising his camera to his eye and peering out at the scenery through it. He hadn’t talked much, busily caught up in what he was doing as he snapped a photo of the rolling hills and passed the polaroid to you so you could look at the pretty photos

It was nice, the sun shining through branches making your skin feel fuzzy and you couldn't help but lean more into Jonathan’s sturdy side and listen to the subtle click of the camera shutter, stealing a glance at the calm look on his face as he’s entrapped in his work

You didn't even know you had fallen asleep, contently succumbing to the warmth and the soft cotton of his flannel against your cheek that felt like your favorite pillow on your skin. Your full weight is pressed against his side and Jonathan finally pulls away from his camera to check on you

The polaroid being passed to you flutters from his fingers onto the blanket when you don't reach up to take it, leaving Jonathan slightly confused till he notices your tranquil breathing and how at peace your face looked, lost in a sweet slumber that had finally caught up with you. His face is so warm and it's not the hot Cali sun, more so the fact that you found him the most comfortable thing to sleep against

He whispers a soft “hey”, just checking to make sure you were asleep and when you don't answer he just huffs out a soft laugh, jokingly wondering if he had bored you too much. He finally puts his camera down, settling against the trunk of the tree to rest his own eyes with you

He was used to having people fall asleep against him, Will having done it to him plenty of times so he had mastered the art of staying still. But there's a bit of curiosity running through his veins, reaching up to brush stray hairs from your face and admire just how cute you looked

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Nancy hadn't had a sleepover in what felt like years, having gone through a small stubborn phase in her life where she insisted she had become to old for them but when you so sweetly asked if you could spend the night she just couldn't say no to you

Having washed up and thrown your sleep clothes on, you both crawled underneath her fluffy comforter together and huddle up in her small bed to finally get rest, flicking on her nightstand light that bathed the room in a gentle yellow glow as you both get comfortable

Checking with you quickly, she made sure you'd be okay with her reading a bit before she slept (a habit she’d had for almost all her life). You agree, not minding the peaceful serenity of curling up beside her and enjoying the idea of you both just being together, maybe reading along with her despite not knowing the book well

She doesn't shake you off her shoulder when she flips to the last page she was on and you peer at the book, instead whispering to you the name of the book and throwing out little details if you wished to follow alongside her. Despite not intending to in the first place, as she finds he spot on the page she begins to read aloud to you

There's comfort in her hushed tone of voice, you could listen to her talk all day regardless but it almost sounded mystical as she read you a story of love and magic. You silently wonder if she’d ever read Mike to bed with how heavy your eyelids were becoming as you listen to her, her words lulling you to sleep

Nancy had noticed from the corner of her eye how your eyes fluttered closed sleepily, reading on until they finally sealed closed and you were fast asleep against her. She would have to reread that part tomorrow, a bit too distracted watching you and how precious you were as you fought off sleep

Closing the book and flicking off her light, she tried not to move too much to avoid you falling off of her. Normally she wouldn't be fond of being stuck in an uncomfortable position but she couldn't find it in her heart to move you, entirely too adorable looking for her to disrupt your sleep

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader

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iricathel · 9 months

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just how much are you willing to read about why ruki is the perfect match— i mean rukina is the ship ever and the more i read their interactions the more i find myself nodding along like yeah they’re meant for each other they should get married this instant. wait. they did dfgdfg so i’ll save you the trouble of talking endlessly about the reasons they just click together because i’m sure you know about those already (a future long ass ask maybe? 🙏)

shuu — i think this one would be fun because they strike me as partners in crime. at least a bit. i think shuu would enjoy irina’s attitude and strength and maybe irina might like digging into what shuu’s actual personality is, facade aside. don’t ask me why but i sense some strong magnetism here. hottest blondes in the area, people move aside to stare at them (i at least would)

reiji — i really am not being that original but. hear me out. people that can ruin your self esteem and bring you down to your knees however you wanna take that one. i think reiji can work really great with someone that is both capable and incredibly smart but isn’t afraid to speak their mind. irina’s balance between not letting people step on her while still managing to keep everything under control… a ship filled with political and romantic intrigue (?) also pls reiji would go insane with someone that is both fancy and playful and damn. irina could tease the heck out of him, i’m calling this a win on society

lina ily sorry for the spam <3

Omg Kuu ily so so so so much wtf this is so sweet 😭

— Talking about Rukina, ofc I have my own opinions about their ship since I made them interact not only here, but for YEARS with different people and different sites and it's wild for me how even if the "admin" changes, they still have that magnetism no matter what (and also there's a reason why it's my fav ship sjsjsjsjsj). But ofc I have mostly my view and Ruki's admin too, I'm always glad to read people's opinions about their ship and how they feel them work together since it can open our eyes¿? Like maybe there's something we don't see but it's so obvious for others— So my askbox is always open for all kind of rants everytime you want 😤

— I'll try to save my analysis for the match-making post sjsjsjsjsjsj

It's right that for both Irina and Shuu it will be intriguing to meet each other, since one will feed the other's curiosity — Not to say that also Shuu will enjoy fr teasing Irina. I can also tell as both are candidates for their own clan's throne it would be crazy af if they marry bc imagine all that power??

But I don't wanna break it too much, but even if they can start so well, I think there would be a divorce so fast too sjsjsjsjsjsj But I will talk deeply about this in another post since canonly Irina knows both Shuu and Reiji

— It's funny to me see some people seeing Reiji as a good partner and the arguments are so good tbh, but if you look at it separately.

Reiji with Irina is one of the most problematic ships she could ever have and that's bc the beginning of their relationship is so tense and polemic even they feel uncomfortable with each other's presence bc they snap their traumas. Like they just need to look superficially to each other and they travel again to their childhood to revive their traumas again and over again

+ I feel like Reiji would see Irina as a disgusting woman bc even if our girl is a fancy, elegant woman with some manners, she's clearly not the perfect woman in his eyes either. And that's a problem for both ngl

BUT(T) NOW I SAY AGAIN, I WILL TALK DEEPER ABOUT EVERY GOOD AND BAD POINT FOR EVERY MATCH IN ANOTHER POST probably in a week

Again thank you so much Kuu for writing this bc I also love to see how people pay so much attention to my ships/character that they can tell things I never talked about before here 😭😭

#diabolik lovers oc #irina avenel

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sirenfromthelostcity · 2 years

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Teeny tiny sneaky peak

Hello all! I seem to be only posting once a month but believe me this is unintentional. My job has me super busy and depressed but hopefully I’ll be able to pull up some more Damian Wayne content and I’m actually thinking about writing for Jason Todd too! Frankly a little piece of me is in love with all the Bat Boys but Dami rn is my main. Anywho, I’ve been working on this lil blurb thing that’s still part the Movie Night series, it’s like a prologue to part 4 bc apparently I can write anything but that part lmao. Honestly I just saw the new Dr. Strange MoM movie so I’m getting new ideas for that part but I’m also tryna not make it so dark considering how cute and light the series started out 😂 but you are the scarlet witch and you are super powerful so it’s kinda hard to not wanna write about that lol. Anywho here is a super tiny lil sneak peek of the blurb I’ve been working on and hopefully it’ll be out by this weekend. Also send me an ask or smth if y’all are enjoying these things, feedback really helps keep me going plus it’s fun! As per usual this stuff is subject to change. Alright, now enjoy!!!

Thankfully Dick and Damian intervened before more damage could be inflicted upon their father but Killer Croc still managed to retreat. It’s been two days since these events and although there’s been no news on Killer Croc Bruce was feeling confident that the effects of the drug have worn off by now. However, they’ve all recently been informed by Jim Gordon that there was a second variation of the drug and it was stolen last night.

Damian rubbed at his temples in exhaustion and frustration as he failed to find any clues within the files. To add to his annoyance his one year anniversary with (Y/N) was approaching by the end of the week and considering how the case was progressing, or not progressing, he doubted he’d be back home in time.

He could hear Dick and Bruce talk about potential leads behind him as Dick cleaned a wound on Bruce’s back that he couldn’t reach. It was then Damian volunteered to do more recon at the lab where The Scientist was apprehended. He felt like he had exhausted all the information the files had to offer and frankly just wanted to stretch his legs and clear his mind. It was as he was closing up all the files he had opened that he saw it.

There was a hidden section within the files that he’d never seen before. Had he not accidentally scrolled further down he doubted he would’ve found it either.

Why would his father try to hide this? His curiosity was piqued. In the hidden section there was only one file.

The Scarlet Witch

Upon clicking it a picture of (Y/N) when she first arrived on earth appeared next to various notes, voice memos, records, plans and he was getting angrier as he read them…

“What… the hell…is this?”

It came out as a whisper but his anger was loud and clear in the Batcave.

Update: I posted it, here is the finished blurb

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne #scarlet witch reader #dick grayson #nightwing #the batman #bruce wayne

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st0rmyskies · 2 years

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hey there!

just wanted to put in my two cents regarding the aroace Four situation as another person who is also in the aspec, feel free to ignore this if u want to. i just find the aspec community to be incredibly varied, and i feel like its always good to have a second opinion on topics like this least you or someone else feels discouraged to write what they want to :)

obv everyone who interacts w content like that will react differently and there's no way to please everyone, nor should this be your objective. there's no "perfect" representation, some ppl will click with it and others will not no matter what you do. personally i, as an aroace whore, would love to see more representation of aroaces whores out there. ik Four is only sex-neutral and not sex-positive, but i would still love to see him seek out sexual situations like that no matter if its only out of curiosity or just bc he likes the sex

also i gotta say the idea of having Time struggle like that in bed is incredibly amusing and sexy, and i would love to see that someday

i've been consuming your content for a while now, and i trust you to do this prompt justice, even if you stumble a little in the process. it would honestly be a bit refreshing to me, as an incredibly sex-positive ace, to read content like that, and that's honestly a form of representation that i've been craving for a while now. having an ace character seek out sex while still being ace just bc they want to, without the only reason being bc they want to please a partner or were pressured into it, is honestly a scenario that i wouldn't complain if it happened more often in fics lol

so yeah, just wanted to put this out there even if u didn't need the reassurance! i hope you're having a lovely day, dont forget to hydrate as well bc that's important, its not good to get too thirsty

love,

N.S.

The ace community is incredibly varied, and I love learning about all the unique orientations and perspectives along the aspec! I definitely don’t aim to please everyone, but I’d certainly prefer not to offend people when I can avoid it.

While I’d love to write a prompt like this, I am feeling a bit discouraged, honestly. Maybe someday I won’t feel like this, but for now I think I’m just going to shelve it and move on.

I appreciate your two cents, anon, and I hope it helps someone out here feel more comfortable writing something that they would enjoy. And now, I think I’m going to go get that drink.

#stormy asks #ns anon

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voluntaryvictim · 2 years

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hi yes i have a take on vlv as well because i actually clicked on the vid out of curiosity after ur post and i scrolled down to the comments and they were so positive i was confused like ok maybe tumblr user voluntaryvictim doesnt have Objective taste so i should check this out too and . . .

man i used to simp for this guy like hardcore back when i was 15-16 and i definitely dont support him recently but this video felt like a slap to the face and im saying this as someone who believes in 'shitty people can be objectively talented' and legitimately enjoyed tracks like roaring 20s off of pftw although the album as a whole was a miss

of course the lyrics are sht bc he isnt stealing from ryan or dallon this time its just out of touch mediocrity but oh my god i think the most offensive thing was the SOUND of it

i still go back and listen to the miss jackson acoustic session at the buzz and Marvel at how theres gotta be some magic in the mic because holy frick his Voice is incredible and i think i saw an analysis once on how his vocal capability shines through when hes calmer in a smaller crowd of people rather than trying to jump around onstage while screaming his lungs out to a stadium like it just doesnt hit the same and one really suits his voice better but the other Doesnt

and one of the biggest appeals of panic! to me for a long time Was his voice ik people say ryan was better and everyone is entiteld to their opinion!! but i really liked br3nd0ns voice anyway to get back on topic

if i had never heard his voice before vlv i would legitimately think he was a bad singer or like a mediocre singer at best the instrumentals and supporting vocals just layer on top of his voice in such a clashing way like you pointed out and his voice doesnt keep any of that nice smoothness its just annoying and tacky and tasteless and yeah im so disappointed hes degrading himself even further like this like go back to the hiatus man if u couldnt save ur reputation at least preserve ur legacy??

anyway this is why i bump idkhow and idkhow only dallon knows how to Sing and Lyrics and really takes advantage of what kind of sound makes his vocal capability shine thru and i love him for that!!

see yeah i do think his voice can be good sometimes like you said! he has shown that he isn’t a terrible singer given the right song but my ears did not find his singing pleasant in vlv especially knowing he can. sing better

hopefully he can also take advantage of his skills which i know he has and if it works well on some of the songs on the new album. i’d be pleasantly surprised

anyway stream idkhow 😍

#there are quite a few good acoustic performances yeah i do agree but can he match that again. hm #answered #recordmcqueen

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youreaclownnow · 20 days

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O, P, and X for the Fandom questions! 😃

Oversharing for the askbox meme prompts tonight!! Without further ado, here is a huge block of text

(*^▽^)/★*☆♪

O: for a ship song I am choosing edge by reol bc it is just so domasia to me. Ofc I had to choose one for my truest OTP of all time here. https://youtu.be/FpwYVKN4w2U?si=vkRnHqOu_gIXBMUO

This was the first song that I came across after starting to ship it that made me really go "holy fucking shit... my otp"

Also I just really like reol

P: au time! I have done this in the form of the crackerbarrel posting but as far as non mostly a shitpost aus go I've been seriously considering a cracked out idea that is, combining the lore for fire force and g gundam and making some fucked up combo world where 90% of the events of each stay the same.

I really think it could work. The idea came to me like a vision when super stoned one day it was like I got a visual overlay of the events of both shows but overlayed above the other appearing in my head and it clicked into place.

X: 3 otps from 3 different fandoms

Gundam

THE otp of ALL TIME: domasia

I've been going fucking insane over them for the past 7 months. Hundreds of drawings, an even larger amount of screenshots, I've watched ep 45 over 100 times at this point and ep39 around 50 times and the full shinjuku arc (12-17) at least 20 times, not to mention the fucking gunpla and other assorted merch I've acquired. Legit I've been sent into an autistic frenzy over this ship like I've never known before. I think about them so much it could qualify as a full time job. The unforseen consequences of finding a pairing that checks literally every box on your list.

Special mentions

Charmuro (I like it best when they are divorced and or at least can't stand eachother. Kissmesitude or bust TBH its really just funny to me.)

Charma (not really heavy into the actual shipping itself anymore, but I was last year. Now it's more of a cultural curiosity for me, it has a rich history that I can't really compare to any other ship I've seen. I find it really interesting and still do love seeing fanworks and such. The cultural impact goes crazy)

As far as actual char ships that I like to think about romantically I gotta say I like char/q- *I am pulled off the stage by my PR team*

Yu yu hakusho

Not in any particular order here

Kurahi (I love hiei and kurama is gay as hell. They have height gap also which I adore immensely. Cute ship and a fun dynamic. Their designs also play really nicely off the other, so whenever I see them next to eachother I get supremely hype)

Sakyo x toguro (I don't think they fuck but I think they have massive unresolved tension that I want to see explored. I think they WANT to fuck, I just don't think either of them would confess it prior to their deaths. Also I do enjoy when elder toguro joins them and acts like a creep. I don't directly ship him with either but I do think he's a freak enough to try some bullshit with both of them anyhow, and I do want to watch such an event)

Yusuke x literally anyone in the show (I don't need to say more about this he's just so extremely shippable it's super funny to me. I've yet to think up a truly awful pairing that includes him)

And for the grand finale!

HOMESTUCK ITS APRIL BITCHES WTF ELSE WOULD I CHOOSE *screams and dies and flops on the ground like a fish out of water*

DAVEREZI (Red hot power couple ngl sickbeatsmaxxed and candypilled)

Stridercest (redacted)

Vrisrezi (now THAT is what I call toxic yuri🥰)

#asks

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trashytoastboi · 2 years

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Hiiii! I saw that your ask box is now open and you're one of my fave OP blogger! Can I request Kid, Law, Shanks and Luffy scenario or hc where they misunderstood their s/o and their vice captains flirting by overhearing something while passing by their s/o's room. And when the captains opened the room to check if their suspicion is real they found their s/o kneeling while they hold the vice captain's hand proclaiming their love (which is for their gentleman bc they were practicing a cheesy speech for a date night) and as soon as the vice captains and s/o notice their captains witnessing the scene, s/o awkwardly stops reading a piece of paper and the vice captains ends up to be shaking in fear upon knowing their consequences for playing around instead of working. Ending s/o and vice captain to be punished by kneeling and raising their hands outside the captain's office for 3 hours, or any funny punishment by your choice author-san ☺

Heyya!🍞 sure thing! Thank you so much for saying so and sorry for the long wait. Hope you enjoy~ 🍀

(Gender Neutral)

Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner "confessing" to their vice captain

Eustass Kid

🛠 Kid just left his workshop, covered in grease and sweat, not realizing just how long he was there for. The obvious lack of {Name} and Killer was evident seeing that whenever he was in the workshop, whether for assistance or company one or both of them would be there with him. Today it was just him though and curiosity arose as to what the two of them were busy with. Kid went out searching for them, couldn't find any sight of them and inquired with some of his crewmates who stated that {Name} and Killer were together. It wasn't exactly odd for them to be together but since they were nowhere to be seen it was a little odd.

🛠 Kid decides to try their shared cabin since that's the closest place he heard {Name} was last spotted, the door was shut and he walked closer, hand reaching out for the handle when the faint sounds of conversation drifted to Kid's ears. He could clearly make out {Name's} voice. "It's alright here isn't it...Since no one is here it won't be so awkward"

🛠 It made Kid curious as to what kind of conversation would require so much privacy, especially between his best friend and his partner. Kid slowly clicked the door open, thankfully the other two inside seemed so invested in their conversation they had yet to notice him as he watched through the crack in the door. He saw {Name} nervous, fidgeting as they kneeled down before Killer and tenderly held his hand. "So not exactly the best at saying things like this... but I've loved you since the moment I met you" {Name} says with a nervous chuckle to ease their nerves. "I just, really love you Ki-"

🛠 Kid was just struck with disbelief, his partner was with his best friend... telling Killer that they had loved him from the moment they met... considering they met Kid and Killer on the same day was it since then!? Kid felt his hands trembling, he was shaking with anger but also hurt and truly didn't know what to make of this situation. If there is anything he hated, it was being lied to by people he trusted and being betrayed. Both {Name} and Killer, the fact that Killer didn't push them away, did it mean he felt the same?

🛠 Killer tilted his head up and saw Kid standing in the doorway, a very dark expression on his face. One that couldn't really be called angry since it was closer to sad. {Name} noticed Killer was looking behind them and they saw Kid. They immediately shot up and dropped their cue card "K-Kid... How long have you been there?" {Name} asked nervously, though it seemed to further push Kid into the misunderstanding. "Not long. Heard everything I needed to" Kid answered with a low hostility and dejected tone.

🛠 "Kid its not what you thinking" Killer stated, growing more nervous with the terrible misunderstanding. {Name} picked up the fallen card and walked to Kid who flinched away from their touch. It was instinctive since he is on breaking point of anger and despite being angry, Killer and {Name} were some people he never wished to hurt. {Name} gave Kid the card and asked him to read it... sure enough, his name was on it. It was his name scrawled on the card, it was after the many times the word 'love' showed up. "It was for you, I asked Killer to practice with me, but I don't hold any feelings whatsoever for Killer. It was really for you but I wanted it to be perfect thats why I practiced first..." {Name} explained and Kid felt that intense feeling of relief wash over him.

🛠 Kid smiled, Killer and {Name} felt relieved until Kid patted both of their shoulders. "That was quite the misunderstanding wasn't it" Kid smiled with a darker hint in his voice.

🛠Kid was in his workshop and he looked behind him to see {Name} and Killer holding a plank position which was their punishment. They had to wait for at least 3o minutes and should they fall, its an extra 30 minutes. "Just think of it as a workout" Kid chirpped happily leaving {Name} and Killer to cry silently for mercy.

Trafalgar Law

🍄 Law had called for {Name} with no reply, Shachi and Penguin were gone as well and not even Bepo knew where they were. Law considered maybe they had wandered off the ship seeing that they docked at an island for more supplies. Usually though all of them would say something if they were planning to disembark so Law more or less felt that they probably were still aboard the Polar Tang. And considering that Shachi and Penguin were missing as well he had every right to be worried. Considering it wouldn't be the first time that the two of them had gotten {Name} involved in their idiotic antics.

🍄 Law was exploring, searching for his partner but somehow just had the feeling that they were safe. His wandering had taken him to their cabin door, it was still their cabin even though they spent more time in his room than they did in their own. Law saw the door cracked open a little bit and he knew {Name} hated slightly open doors more than anything and decided to close it, though from the corner of his eye he caught sight of Shachi and Penguin which raised the question as to why were they in {Name's} room.

🍄 Law decided to peek in and put his curiosity to rest. Usually he would have just walked in and made his presence known but somehow he felt that he wanted to see the situation for himself. He saw {Name} holding something before they held Shachi's hand. "Wait! Hold mine too!" Penguin chirped in making {Name} sigh and hand something to him. Before taking his hand in theirs as well. "So... how do I really begin to tell you. I know I've constantly told you that I love you, but sometimes I feel that it really doesn't do it justice to just how much I love you. I can't fully express it in words but, I'm trying to be extra serious about telling you I love you." {Name} fumbled over their words a few time indicating their nervousness and even the way Shachi and Penguin seemed to blush at their words made him fully realize what was happening.

🍄 Law tried to organize what he had just witnessed in a logical way... a way that made sense. He just saw {Name} saying such heartfelt words, to not only Shachi but Penguin as well. How long had this been going on for? The question was how long did {Name} love others in that way beside him. Law felt a little sick in his stomach, probably from the anxiety of thinking it was true and still wanting to deny it.

🍄 Law didn't realize he had been leaning on the door and it flung open, Shachi and Penguin looked at their captain with mouths agape. How would they even begin to start explaining what Law had just seen. "C-captain!" Shachi and Penguin cried out in surprise. Making {Name} turn around to come face to face with what they could only describe as a heart broken Law. Penguin starts flailing about, trying to explain and drops the piece of paper that he had been holding for {Name}.

🍄Law took a deep breath, regained his composure and spoke softly "Can you explain what this is?" Somehow his calm and soft voice was much more terrifying than if he had began shouting. Shachi and Penguin were trembling and froze stiff. {Name} didn't want to really ruin the surprise they had planned, but a misunderstanding would have been much worse. While {Name} had this silent debate with themselves, Law walked over and picked up the piece of paper and read the words written at the top "Law speech practice", {Name} tried to take the paper from Law feeling absolutely embarrassed about what was written there. He simply held it out of their reach and read it with a sly smirk on his face.

🍄 "If you wanted to confess you should have done it to me directly {Name-ya}" Law mused seeing how bashful his partner got over him reading their love note. "I'm sorry" {Name} mumbled, Shachi and Penguin tried to sneak out while Law was busy with {Name} when Law grabbed the two by the collar of their jumpsuits. Law had found a suited punishment for the three of them... something similar to writing lines but it was transcribing his medical textbooks into backups... Law of course already had backups but there was no fun in the punishment if they knew that. He watched the three of them hard at work and the looks of sheer confusion over half the terminology was priceless entertainment.

Shanks

☠ Shanks just woke up from a post-hangover nap and was feeling fresh and energized. Ready to jump straight back into another round of partying. He was aimlessly wandering around the island where the crew had settled. So far he had caught sight of everyone at least once or twice during his meandering but still Shanks had not seen Benn or {Name}, of course if he intended on partying again everyone needed to be rallied together. Especially {Name} and Benn. Shanks was at a loss since he couldn't find them and it seemed as if they were intentionally hiding away. All in good fun Shanks surmised and decided to search for them seriously.

☠ Shanks eventually heard that Benn, {Name} and few others headed back to the ship, while the others had already returned no one saw Benn and {Name} coming back so it was most likely to think that they were still there. Shanks whistled Binks Sake while making tracks towards the ship. By habit he made his way back to his own bedroom since {Name} shared it with him anyway. Shanks heard Benn and {Name} inside, inquistively he pressed his ear against the door.

☠ "Is it alright Benn?" {Name} inquired, "Hmmm I think I need to hear it one more tell and I'll tell you" Benn replied, Shanks was very curious now. "Now you've got me nervous... but here goes.... I'm quite the hopeless romantic when it comes to you after all. But I really love you and all of our adventures together constantly seem to affirm that and truthfully I feel no room for doubt in my feelings for you" {Name} speaks perfectly, its the result of their constant practice. Shanks harshly opens the door and startles Benn and {Name} who is holding Benn's hand right now.

☠ Shanks was upset, between angry and feeling sad. {Name} and Benn were two people he trusted and kept closest to him. Benn and {Name} are both great so its not a major surprise that they would feel attracted to one another. But he still did not want to accept it, Shanks could only reckon himself selfish when it comes to {Name}. "{Name}, do you mean it... do you feel that way about Benn?" Shanks asked

☠ "No Shanks its not like that... I do mean what I said but not to Benn" {Name} spoke quickly trying to explain but not realizing the vague nature of their words seemed only to serve for further misunderstanding. Benn also stepped in "Its true, what {Name} said wasn't meant for me, I'm just for practice" Benn chimed in

☠ Benn had left after brief explanation to let {Name} and Shanks talk. Shanks feeling relieved but also a little grumpy over the misunderstanding had begun acting like a needy puppy and {Name} couldn't exactly turn him away since they created the misunderstand, albeit by accident, but none the less it was from their want to practice their confessional speech. Shanks had them in a hug, him nuzzling into them and just wanting their attention after such a scare. "So... was the confession... for me?" Shanks asked.

☠ Despite Shanks being relatively forgiving for the misunderstanding. Due punishment needed to be paid. As a result when the crew was enjoying their party, {Name} and Benn were kneeling with their hands up while the rest of the crew used their extended arms as glorified ring toss. Shanks told them they would be forgiven the moment someone managed to get all three rings on their arm in one go.

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖 "ZOROOOOO! {NAME}!" Luffy yelled at the top of his lungs to find them. It was easier to just shout than it was to go searching for them. Since he woke up and decided he wanted their company. He could probably guess that Zoro was probably napping and found a new place to sleep since he wasn't in any of his usual spots. As for {Name}, Luffy couldn't quite figure out the reason for their absence and decided he would just call for them. To no avail, seeing there was no reply when he called for them over and over again. Wherever they are it must have been somewhere they couldn't hear him.

🍖 Luffy caught a glimpse of Zoro on deck before he dissapeared inside the Sunny and Luffy was quick to chase after him, which led him directly to the shared cabins. Usually no one was in them around this time except for Zoro and from what Luffy caught a glimpse of, {Name} as well. "Did anyone see you coming here?" {Name} asked, "Everyone was doing their own thing so its fine" Zoro replied, Luffy got the sneaky idea to give the two a fright and decided to stay quiet as he snuck in with them being unaware.

🍖 {Name} sighed, looking a little bashful as they tenderly grabbed Zoro's calloused hand. Zoro's face flushed as he cleared his throat trying to take attention off of his expression. "I'll just get straight to the point, there's no time like the present. I'm sure you already know how I feel but I always want to make sure you know exactly how I feel. So I- I love you"

🍖 Luffy was surprised... shocked even. He listened silently, usually he would laugh and shrug it off but he somehow felt so upset. Jealous even, he had a childish thought that {Name} belonged to him. And maybe due to how much he treasured {Name}, he didn't want them to leave or too share their love with other people. He wanted to be the only one who was special in their eyes. He wanted their affection to himself.

🍖 Luffy's arms stretched and wrapped around {Name} "They're mine, you can't take them!" Luffy seemed to say in a bout of desperation startling both Zoro and {Name} who hadn't been aware of Luffy's presence. "Luffy!" {Name} called out in surprise at him surprising them. Luffy had such a sad expression, not his usual smile or look of determination. "Luffy are you alright?" {Name} asked, a worried tone in their voice at his actions

🍖 Zoro felt awkward just standing there, watching all of this and the way Luffy seemed grumpy towards him. "Luffy it's not what you're thinking" Zoro began explaining, though Luffy just snubbed him. "Zoro is telling the truth... I asked him to practice because I wanted it to be perfect for you" {Name} stated soothing Luffy who was starting to calm down from his initial shock. Luffy grumbled into their shoulder "So you're not going to Zoro?" Luffy asked. "Of course not, Zoro was helping me but thats it"

🍖 After calming down Luffy punished {Name} and Zoro, it was simply having them sit and face the wall for the day. Which was usually Robin's punishment for Luffy since it drove him manic to be able to do nothing but stare at the wall all day. For Zoro it was worse, since he had Sanji pestering him the entire time. {Name} was kept company by Luffy who insisted they pamper him as an apology for everything earlier.

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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ok but… needy!bucky who hasnt been touched in centuries finding out the girl he’s been pining for is a porn star.

he’s finally decided to explore his own pleasure himself, since he’s not in a relationship and is trying to get back to normal as much as he can. he’s heard about porn sites but has never explored them himself.

and after a while of scrolling through porn sites he comes across a page of someone who looks way too familiar. he cant help but click on one out of curiosity, and god help him, once he realizes its YOU who’s moaning so nicely, facing the camera as you get pounded from behind, he literally cannot stop his cock from throbbing. poor boy almost cums in his pants right then and there.

sorry omg i wrote wayy too much

OOOOOH I really like this!!

Bc I'm imagining you maybe work in a lil local coffee shop and that's how you get to know him? You're the one who's so kind to him and always smiles when he comes through the door. You make him feel welcome and appreciated and it might be silly of him because you're a complete stranger but you make him feel safe and that's not something he's felt for a very long time.

So he finds himself really wanting to talk to you. He wants to get to know you, he wants to hear about your hobbies and your interests and over time, he starts to come out of his shell. You spend a lot of quiet, late evenings together, just talking and passing the time, enjoying each other's company before you have to close up the shop for the night.

After a while, you mention that waitressing doesn't really pay the bills and you have a little side job but he doesn't really pry, he just politely asks if you like it. He notices your little smirk as you look up from the table you're clearing, saying something about how if you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life.

But I love the thought of him being introduced to social media and he doesn't really get it? So instead of searching for you on Facebook, he googles your name and after scrolling a bit, he finds your OF or a link to a porn channel. And not really understanding what he's clicking on, he taps the link and what he sees truly blows him away.

His eyes go wide as he scrolls through the different thumbnails. One of you with a dick in your mouth, one of you with a vibrator held between your legs but the one that really gets his attention is the one of you and a man with dark hair. So he clicks that thumbnail and it takes him to a video of you and this mystery man making out. Only you're totally naked and eagerly undressing your partner. His own cock throbs because this feels so wrong. It feels like an invasion of your privacy almost but he can't bring himself to look away.

Before he knows it, you're looking straight into the camera, on all fours on the bed while this man pounds you. He's never heard a sweeter sound in his life than your pathetic little moans, your fingers clenched in the sheets beneath you. You look fucking blissed out. Your mouth is open, your eyes rolling back every now and again and you're only slipping deeper into the pleasure.

"F-fuck daddy, right there. Deeper daddy, please. Fuck me harder." You plead and Bucky full on groans, watching as the man gives you exactly what you ask for. After a few of the more forceful strokes your arms give out and you fall forwards onto the bed. You're still looking at the camera but now he can see the perfect jiggle of your ass while enjoying your drawn out moans and Bucky really has no idea what to do with himself. His cock is throbbing and aching, unhappy at being confined by his jeans so he takes it out.

He can hear the wet slapping of skin, imagining how slick and messy you must have been and it makes complete sense to him to spit in his palm before wrapping his fist around his dick, mimicking your body's wet heat to the best of his ability.

"Right there, o-oh right there daddy. You fuck me so good. Fill me so full. Just a little more daddy, please, 'm so close. Gonna cum for you daddy." Bucky can't tear his eyes away as your face screws up in pleasure, soft pleas falling from your parted lips. You seem to shake and clench all over, happy to give in and become pliant for this man who's so masterfully worked you on his length.

Almost as soon as you cum, Bucky does too, tiny curses and pants and sobs leaving his parted lips, his head thrown back as he splashes the screen with his endless release.

He'd struggle to look you in the eye for at least a week afterwards but he can't stop going back to the site, jerking off repeatedly to every video.

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Hiiii! Long rant ahead 😅-

Can I please request a Bucky x civilian!fem!reader (Avengers au! Endgame never happened au! Bucky joined the Avengers au!) where Sam & Steve are friends with a civilian girl who Bucky starts to really like (but Bucky being Bucky, he’d be worried she would be scared of him, & he thinks he’s a monster 🥺 so he wouldn’t admit he likes her), she really likes him too, & one day when she’s spending the night at the Avengers HQ, he has another nightmare & she calms him down & goes to sleep on the floor with him & they cuddle & he kisses her 🥺 The next morning, Sam & Steve would go up to Bucky’s floor & see them cuddling on the floor of Bucky’s living room🥺 The rest of the Avengers would come up there out of curiosity & Tony would tease them so much & try to take pictures lol. Steve & Sam would be smug but also really happy for Bucky because she’d be good for him 🥺🥺🥺 Sam would annoy Bucky so much about it 😂😂💜🥰

you could never hurt me

pairing: Bucky Barnes x civilian!fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, soft!Bucky, almost sub!Bucky which I love and wanna write more of but im scared too bc idk if people want that, Tony being a dumb ass as usual, Sam and Steve are good friends

a/n: this got wayyy more fluffier than I planned on bc I've been diving into the little!Bucky tag on AO3 too much and he’s always such a sweetheart and I wanna write some but im too scared I’ll get hated on eep. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

God, you adored Bucky.

Despite everything he had been through, he was such a sweetheart. He had a softness to him, a softness he didn’t show most people.

You really didn’t expect to fall for him when you started running with Sam and Steve a few months prior, but you definitely weren’t complaining. However, despite the softness you saw, he seemed to hate you.

You didn’t know why. He was never verbally rude, he’d often leave a room as soon as you’d enter it, and avoid you as much as possible.

You’d been over to the compound plenty of times, but you had never spent the night. Tonight was Tony’s birthday party, and you wanted to talk to Bucky about why he hated you so much, but you didn’t see him at the party, or after. According to Steve, he hated parties, and tended to lock himself in his bedroom until the party was over, when he would venture out and eat some of the left over food.

Once the party was over, you and the rest of the avengers, except Bucky, were sat in one of the many common areas drinking a few more beers before everyone retired for the night.

You heard Bucky’s door shut behind him, and watched as he walked into the kitchen. The team seemed to completely ignore his presence, and that stung a little bit. Did they not see the sweet and innocent Bucky that you, Sam and Steve saw? You shook the thought out of your head as Bucky trudged back to his room with some food and a drink in his hand, completely ignoring his teammates.

You sighed internally, and decided to bring it up another time.

You had just settled into your bed for the night, when you heard noises from Bucky’s room, which was right beside yours. You ignored them at first, thinking they were just him moving around and getting ready for bed, just like you had moments before. But, soon you started to hear different noises.

You stood up from the bed, and pressed your ear against the wall that separated the two rooms. It sounded like he was trying to call out for someone, and couldn't. Like he wanted to talk so badly, but his words were catching in his throat. You feared that he could be severely hurt, so you ran out of your room and knocked on his door.

“Bucky, you okay?” You said, and the sounds only continued. As they got louder, you knocked again, but there was still no answer. You tried the door knob, but it was locked. You looked down the hallways and was tempted to knock on Steve’s door. You wanted to make sure he was okay and you were definitely not strong enough to kick the door in.

Just as you were reaching Steve’s door, you heard a low shout, and sobs rip through the air. You ran back to the room and tried the door handle, which was still locked. You breathed deeply, as you tried to figure out what to do. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked hesitantly, and she answered right away.

“What can I assist you with Ms Y/L/N?”

You breathed in relief. “Can you unlock Bucky’s door for me?”

“Sergeant Barnes has restricted access to his room. The only one who was access is Captain Rogers.” You groaned.

“I just want to make sure he’s okay. He can get mad at me all he wants for breaking into the room but he doesn't sound okay,” You reasoned.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded instantly. “I agree. His heart rate and blood pressure are rising. I will unlock the door.” A second later, a low click was heard, and this time when you tried the door, it unlocked and you stepped into Bucky’s room.

The sight of him broke your heart.

He had abandoned his blankets on the floor and crawled into one of the corners. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and his forehead was resting on his knees as he cried his poor heart out. You rushed over, and crouched in front of him.

“Bucky? Are you okay?” You asked, and he shook his head, trembling slightly. You heard his teeth chattering, so you grabbed the comforter from behind you, and wrapped it around his shoulders. His cries slowed slightly, and he looked up at you.

“W-why are you helping me?” He asked, stuttering slightly.

You furrowed your brows. “You’re obviously not doing well, and I want to help you. Why wouldn't I help you?”

Bucky choked out a laugh. “I thought you'd be scared of me. Of what I can do. Of what I've done.”

You sat criss cross apple sauce in front of him, and took his metal hand into your flesh one. You held it up, and intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m not scared of you.” You said simply, and Bucky nodded, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

He looked down at his lap. “I could hurt you.”

You scoffed and moved closer. Without letting go of his hand, you manoeuvred to your knees, and pushed his legs down flat. You straddled his lap, you free hand rising and tangling in his locks that were wet from both his shower and sweat. “You could never hurt me.” You stated, your hand in his hair sliding down to cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing against his soft and kissable cheek.

You watched as a tear slipped from his eye, and danced like a rain drop in a carwash down his soft but still stubbly cheek and jaw.

“Why are you so nice to me? I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, his chin trembling. You smiled sadly and wiped the tear away.

“You are is deserving of everything sweetheart. You’re such a sweetie pie and it sucks that the rest of your team doesn't see it, because you deserve all the loves and cuddles you could get. What you did, that wasn’t you. It may have been your body, but it wasn't you. You have been treated so harshly by so many people, including those who were supposed to protect you from those who did hurt you, when all you deserve is such kindness.” You said, and smiled when Bucky practically melted into your embrace, his head burying itself in your neck. He unraveled your fingers, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling in your neck.

“Thank you. No ones ever said something that nice to me,” He said, and you felt his eyes flutter closed against the skin of your neck, finally at peace.

“You deserve it.” You said, and you pulled away slightly. He let out a whine, but then his eyes widened, almost expecting you to hurt him. Your heart melted and you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s okay if you’re feeling vulnerable, baby. I’m right here. I won't leave, and I won't hurt you. Let’s lay down okay?” You said, and he sniffled as he nodded and followed you groggily over to where his blankets were on the floor. You laid down, and opened your arms, inviting him in.

He laid down in your arms, and his face found your neck again. He breathed in slightly, and sat up on his elbow suddenly. You furrowed your brow, but all the questions that were swirling in your head were answered when he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, and cupped his jaw again as your lips moved together slowly and sensually.

The kiss broke a few moments later, and you ran a hand through Bucky’s hair, a dopy smile spreading on his face.

You opened your arms again. “Come lay down, love.” You said, and he instantly complied, his body finding its previous position. You heard his breathing even out seconds later, and knew he was finally getting the sleep he deserved.

The next morning, Steve and Sam went looking all over the compound for you, and couldn’t find you anywhere. They walked past Bucky’s room once more, and made eye contact.

“You don’t think-”

“Theres no way-” They said at the same time, and decided to look.

A smile cracked on both their faces when they saw you and Bucky, still curled up on the floor.

A flash went off, and they turned to face Tony. “Fuckin’ finally. Been waiting for Tin Man to make a move for months.” He said, and Steve smacked him upside the head.

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hookingminor · 3 years

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“In awe, the first time you realised it” with Mat Barzal please🥺

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

I swear all my favorite things I've written are for barz, this is also so self-indulgent for me bc my love language is playlists

You and Mat had been dating for just under a year now, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship even after a few fights, and he swore you were the only person he would never get tired of. The weekends you spent at his apartment, the Saturday morning markets you always dragged him to, the nights he curled on your couch watching TV while you worked away at the kitchen table, there was no such thing as too much time with you.

The feeling nagged at the back of Mat’s mind, subtle and quiet, a distant voice telling him he was in love with you even if his brain hadn’t completely registered it yet. Your relationship was comfortable. You moved around each other with an ease Mat had never known, as if you’d spent years together and now lived in routines that revolved around the other. He hadn’t even processed how used to being around you he’d gotten until your first summer apart had hit.

He thought about you all the time, wondering whether or not you’d like the outfit he chose when he went out with friends, whether you’d enjoy his mom’s cooking, whether you were thinking about him all the way back in New York when he was in Coquitlam.

By the time fall came back around, he was ready to ask you to move in even if neither of you had said those words yet. Mat just missed you all the time. It didn’t matter how much time you spent apart, he was counting the hours until he saw you again.

It was only when the two of you packed your bags and climbed into his car, ready for a weekend road trip upstate that the overwhelming feeling of how much he loved you hit him. You chose to drive, knowing Mat’s proclivities for driving a little too fast would’ve made you insane during the four hour ride to the secluded cabin he rented. In turn, he got to choose the music, though you made him compromise that he’d split the time between both of your spotifys.

Yours and Mat’s music taste didn’t always mesh well, and while he knew your account and followed it, he never delved into the playlists you curated. At the two hour mark, he unlocked your phone and scrolled through your account, clicking through a few playlists as he tried to find one that he wouldn’t completely hate.

He came across one titled happiness, the playlist photo piquing his curiosity. It was a little further down the list, about halfway through your nearly twenty playlists, and he recognized the picture as his own head. There were no discernible features, only his hair as his head rested on your chest and your fingers curled in the strands, but Mat knew it was him.

One by one, he read over each song in the playlist. The theme seemed all over the place, ranging from slow songs to upbeat pop to hip-hop, and his curiosity got the best of him.

“Babe, what’s this playlist?” He asked, stretching your phone so you could check the screen. You only took a brief glance, noticing the title immediately and shifting your focus back to the road.

“Oh, it’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you,” you answered with an apathetic shrug. You added the first song a week after you met Mat after your first date when you knew that you wouldn’t be letting him go any time soon.

Mat furrowed his brows, not quite sure what Christmas Eve by Kelly Clarkson or Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye had to do with him, but he pressed shuffle anyways.

The first song that came on was Flightless Bird, American Mouth, and Mat vaguely remembered hearing this before.

“Why’s this one on it?” He asked.

“Remember when I made you watch Twilight even though you complained the entire time? You said you thought this song sounded nice, so I added it,” you explained.

“And Bloom?” Mat questioned, finding another song title he didn’t know.

“It was a song that played in the cafe during our first date.”

“Shoop?”

“That one night we stayed up until three baking brownies because we were drunk and hungry, we sang it, like, four times dancing in the kitchen,” you said.

It turned out every song on the playlist had some underlying meaning as to why you added it. There was the song you first slow danced to at a teammate’s wedding, the song you chose to karaoke to once at a bar, the song Mat always played first thing upon turning on his car for a couple weeks whenever he drove anywhere, songs he found himself singing under his breath while not realizing you were listening, his favorite Taylor Swift songs even though he would publicly claim he didn’t listen to her, songs he went crazy for every time they played in clubs. Every song had a story.

Mat didn’t ask you for the explanation for each one, not wanting to annoy you with his many questions, but he connected the dots soon enough after you told him Green Light by Lorde was on there because of how many times you and Mat had watched through New Girl, but more specifically, the scene where Nick and Jess finally get together.

A few sparked memories in his own head, the Khalid songs you made him listen to the one time you convinced him to get high with you, the Kendrick songs he swore were the best rap songs ever made, even a few Bieber songs you found more tolerable than others since you weren’t a fan of him but Mat was.

The playlist was nearing fifty songs, all recounting moments in your relationship over the past year, and Mat’s chest tightened in a way he’d never felt before.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t even bat an eye explaining the meaning of each song, every story fresh in your mind and you told him each one without hesitation. Had it not been for your eyes on the road, you probably would’ve noticed the tears welling in his eyes, though he quickly brushed them away.

His heart was so full of love for you, how you paid attention to every detail, and there was no doubt in his mind he was in love.

“You good?” You glanced over quickly, curious as to why he was quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He cleared his throat.

“I love you.”

That caught your attention immediately, and you looked back at him, your own eyebrows slightly drawn together in confusion as the outburst.

“Yeah?” You asked. The words had been on the tip of your tongue for so long you could probably trace it back to the first time you met him, but you kept it to yourself. Mat was always cautious with his words, never wanting to say anything he didn’t fully believe, and you didn’t want to scare him off saying it too early.

“Yeah,” he replied confidently. Grabbing the hand resting on the gearshift, he intertwined your fingers and brought it to his lips. “I love you." Gently, Mat kissed your knuckles.

Your own heart felt like bursting at the soft look on his face. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” he chuckled, wide grins spreading across both of your faces.

You brought his knuckles to your own lips, placing a soft kiss on them before letting your joined hands rest across the middle console. The remainder of the drive was silent, neither of you starting a conversation as you let your playlist take you the rest of the way.

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demonicheadcanons · 3 years

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Obey Me Undateables / Side Dishes and Little Affections

AN: The last post for the brothers was ridiculously popular and this was requested so! Here we go. Just little ways the undateables are affectionate to the MC. Romance-coded but not for Luke bc he’s baby. I did this on mobile so forgive me for any formatting issues, and for the lack of a read more!

As you may have seen, I struggled a lot with Solomon because I really view him as being indifferent. I’m sorry if his is a little underwhelming! I also wrote this differently from the last one because I forgot how I formatted it, sorry ;u;

Diavolo

- He’s busy all the time. Like truly, this man rarely gets a break, and even when he does, his mind is still tick-tick-ticking away. Crawl into his lap and hold his face in your hands and he’ll finally relax, you can see the clouds clear away from his eyes. He kisses your forehead and holds your face in return, shining again. It only takes a few moments for him to settle completely, to shut off all his worries.

- He really just,,, likes to pick you up? So long as you’re not absolutely terrified he’ll completely randomly walk up to you and lift you up and carry you around with him or just hold you there. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around his shoulders and / or bury your face into his neck. Extra bonus points if you kiss or nuzzle against his cheek. His grin is so wide and bright it could light up the whole Devildom. Additionally, if you run and jump at him he will drop everything to catch you, no matter what. He has not and will never fail to catch you, and it makes him laugh so hard you can feel it in the way his arms and chest shake as he holds you.

- He likes to lay down beside you and link pinkies. It’s so soft, such a delicate little thing, and yet you trust him enough to let him do that. The minimal contact makes it feel even more special to him, there’s no pressure there. You’re close and he has a reminder of your presence beside him and it’s enough, it’s enough.

- With Diavolo, if you decide to teach him cute human things, you might regret it later, because he remembers them all. You put your palm out once, telling him that he’s supposed to rest his chin there, and from then on he’ll do it immediately. He will also expect you to do it too, and his timing is completely random. You’ll be talking to Barbatos and he’ll hold his hand out and wait for you to rest your chin in it. When you do, he pokes at your cheek with his thumb and walks off again.

- Please play cute games with him. Farming games like Stardew Valley or things like Terraria and Minecraft, or the Sims, or anything like that. He also doesn’t mind matches on more competitive games, but he likes to relax and make a house or a farm with you, and his reactions to everything is adorable; you two make Sims and he cheers when they get married, and even if they’re not representing you two and are just random Sims, he jokes about how you should do that too someday. He’s amazing at games that are strategy based, but prefers to play anything else so he can relax and not think for a while.

Barbatos

- Random tickles. It’s completely unexpected and he is very sneaky - the first few times it’ll catch you heavily off guard, and even after that it’s hard to predict when you’ll feel his gloved hands brush against your sides. He’s an expert at guessing where someone is ticklish, and abuses that power when alone with the people he loves (namely you!)

- Food fights but on a small scale. He’ll walk past you in the kitchen and brush flour across your face, disguising it as him simply being affectionate as he passes by, a reminder that he cares about you and is thinking about you even as he works. His movements are graceful and confident as always, to the point where it’s actually quite hard to even realise what he’s done. He will consider telling you before you leave the kitchen. He really will consider it.

- Similarly, if his hands are wet, just before drying them off he’ll flick water in your direction and then act like he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he just did that. Really, MC, why would he do that? He’s been so busy cooking, and you’re accusing him of doing something so childish?

- He quite likes just, holding you up and carrying you around but in a different way to Diavolo. Instead of Princess carries, it’s more like if you jump onto someone and wrap your legs around their waist and your arms around their shoulders? He loves carrying you around like that. Cling onto him! He’s not fond of having you cling to his back, but his sides or front is fine.

- Barbatos tends to keep an eye on you and it’s really hard to tell, but if you’re in the same room as him he’s keeping tabs on what you’re doing. You could swear he has eyes on the back of his head, because he always seems to know what you’re up to. In reality, he really just likes seeing how you look when you’re focused, or, alternatively, when you’re completely zoned out and off in space, thinking of something completely random and irrelevant to the current situation. He’ll come up and tap your forehead and smile at you when it looks like you’re back in the room again.

Solomon

- Solomon isn’t super affectionate and he’s not really an acts of kindness kind of guy. The most important thing for him is proximity; he doesn’t need you pressed up against his side all the time, but he likes having you in the same room as him as often as possible. You spend your evenings in his room in Purgatory Hall, laying or his bed or working at his desk, as he busies away with some new spell or writes down results of experiments with different potion ingredients. He doesn’t bother thinking too hard about it and just accepts it, but the reality is that it’s very calming and comforting for him. He’s also not someone who worries much about being judged or anything, so regularly having another person around doesn’t bother him.

- He asks for your input a lot. Simply put, he wants to hear you talk, and he’d love to know what makes you tick and how your brain works. “What do you think of this?” “How do you think Satan would react if...” and so on. So many ‘what if’ questions that it might make your head spin, because he’s always playing a game in his head of ‘what would happen if...’ despite rarely following through with it outside of experimenting with his magic and potions, and he wants to involve you in it too.

- Solomon doesn’t mind holding hands, and likes to play silly games when you are. Things like having thumb wars, or he’ll tangle his fingers up with yours and watch, amused, as you try and fail to pull your hand from his grip. Afterwards he’ll hold your hand with both of his and run his fingers and thumbs over it to soothe you. He also likes to just rest his hand on top of yours when you’re sitting beside each other.

- He’s going to try to be affectionate if it’s something you seem to want, and just out of curiosity. The one thing that sticks is that, if you’re cooking for him (because he’s not allowed to) he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind, his chin in your shoulder as he watches whatever you’re doing. He’ll blow air at the side of your face or at your fringe / bangs if you have them, so long as you’re not doing anything too dangerous and aren’t at risk of getting seriously injured.

- Bonus: If Solomon calls you and says “try this” or “drink some of this” don’t do it. Or at the very least, ask about any possible effects first. Moreso for food than for potions; he’ll find a way to reverse the potion, but the memory of eating his food will be stuck with you forever.

- Bonus bonus: Solomon loves giving you squishy hugs but he will squeeze you too tight and he will laugh even if he feels your spin click against his arms as you yelp. He won’t hurt you, but he will squeeze you hard enough that breathing will be difficult for a moment. You can tell from his smirk that he doesn’t feel guilty at all.

Simeon

- Simeon likes having you play with his hair. The way you twirl strands of hair between your fingers and try and fail to make a mess of his soft locks, which always return to their place no matter how hard you try to stop them. Bonus points for innocently wandering fingers that brush down the sides of his face, thumbs and fingers that ever so lightly brush along his cheekbones or around and under his jaw. He relaxes into your touch, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them just enough to smile at you, silent but oh so visibly delighted.

- If he knows it won’t make you sick and it’ll wipe off, he actually quite likes to draw on your hands and arms. He’ll let you do it in return, of course, but simple doodles and patterns, hearts and diamonds and sweet little reminders you’ll see later when you have to wash them off.

- Laying on your stomachs with your sides pressed together on a thin, soft blanket, knees bent and legs swinging in the air as you both read the same book. Simeon always finishes the pages first and so you take charge of just turning the pages, until he mumbles that he had lost focus - he’d been too busy watching your expressions, almost lulled to sleep by listening to your gentle breathing and wondering if you were enjoying the story and what your thoughts on it were, trying to piece it all together without disturbing you.

- You pass him at RAD or out in the Devildom and you don’t necessary stop, but he always waves, and god is it impossible to ignore how he lights up. His eyes gleam and he looks so, so happy just to see you and be reminded of your existence and if you’ve been unsure before about how truthful he’s being when he says he loves you and adores being around you, that look on his face will erase all your doubts. He’s beautiful and he’s glowing and it’s because he saw you!

Luke

- It’s an obvious one but baking together! Making cakes and decorating them. Letting stress out as you knead bread, experimenting with making different types of pastries. One time you make a batch of cupcakes and decorate them to look like dogs and he feels really sad when people eat them but he’s proud all the same, and he likes that he gets to feel proud around you.

- He acts like he’s indifferent, but he quite likes when you call him your brother. If you call him your little brother, he’ll protest because he’s hundreds of years older than you in reality, but he allows it after a while. So long as he can call you his big sibling in return, it’s worth it. If any of the brothers tease him over being the little brother, he remarks that at least you trust him and care for him so much as to call him your brother. None of them can really respond to that.

- Pat! Him! On! The! Head! Adjust his scarf! Fix his hat! He doesn’t understand why he enjoys it so much, but then Simeon points out that it probably makes him feel cared for, and that’s absolutely it. No teasing works or harsh gestures, just little acts that show you care about him or are thinking about him. It makes him feel so safe and happy.

- He always remembers things on your schedule for you, from little reminders that you might forget about to big important events. The only other person he does that for is Simeon, so it’s really a big deal for him - he shows enough interest to listen to you and remember all the little details you tell him, and then to reach out to you and make sure you remember or just to say he hopes you have a good time. If it’s something stressful, he might not message beforehand, but he’ll show up when it’s over with some treats and act like he just happened to be baking today and had some to spare.

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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Hey can you do Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Ben hcs with a con artist that meets their s/o by conning them(not too mean)/stealing food from them/crashing on their ship? <3

♡ Summary- reacting to a con-artist s/o

♡ Characters- Portgas D. Ace, Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Benn Beckman

♡ Warnings- none :)

♡ Wooo con artist s/o sign me up 🥳🥳 sooooo shanks is a little long bc I so got carried away….

Portgas D. Ace

- now Ace isn’t always the brightest, sometimes he just doesn’t really think things through or worry too much about the consequences and that doesn’t mean he hasn’t run into con artist before either, he has had his fair share of con artist, but when it came to you it just didn’t click with him

- you came off as an abandoned, young person with a dream of sailing the sea. It’s always been your dream but you could find the right time or even money. But you were smart enough to not start with asking for money, you knew how to ease into it

- so when you first stumble across Ace, you were quick to spill your sob story and get his pity. It's not like you needed it tho. To you, Ace was just some sucker who had money to spend

- you started by making him buy food claiming you haven’t eaten in days, then processed to make him buy you new clothes, and finally just some random trinkets. you knew you didn’t need much, to begin with, you just didn’t want to spend your money. You weren’t bad compared to others.

- so once you got your stuff you waved Ace bye and thanked him. You didn’t want to stay only longer and give away your identity. However one of Ace’s crewmates had already caught on to your plan and as soon as your left they confronted Ace about it

- surprisingly, at first, Ace was not that upset, you were cute so he found it easy to forgive you, what Ace did not find cute about it was how much money you made him spend. He was definitely not happy about that

- and seeing how you were a cute person around Ace’s age why not chases you down to get his money back. He didn’t have to do it but it was a mix of curiosity and adventure that compelled him.

- so y’all’s relationship was one that definitely formed over time, Ace would chase you down but before he could catch you, you’d run off then the cycle would start all over again.

- it was never a serious relationship, to begin with, although Ace had really wanted his money back, he enjoyed chasing you down. It was fun to tease and flirt while doing so.

- but of course, sooner or later Ace is gonna catch you. And when that day comes, Ace has no intentions of making you pay the money, instead, he’s gonna make you join the crew. There’s no way Ace is gonna let you get away from him again

Shanks

- Shanks became an emperor for nothing, he’s had his fair share of a con artist who’ve been oblivious to his status and tried to con him. But of course, he’d always scare them off before they could even do anything.

- but when it came to you, Shanks just decided to tease you. It looked liked you didn’t know who you were conning and you looked pretty cute, so why not tease you a bit

- you were definitely away from Shanks reputation, but you had a reputation to your name too. You were known for stilling for the big names. And one day you saw Shanks was in time, and hey, go big or go home. so set with determination, you went off to go do your best to get on Shanks ship

- you found it surprisingly easy to approach him, so once you did you wasted no time and quickly tried to earn his pity…..which was surprisingly….easy too. Maybe you overestimated this guy. He was even dumb enough to let you spend the night on his ship.

- ‘Ha! What a dumb emperor he is’ you scoffed, as you happily boarded his ship

- of course, you were only there to steal the good stuff but it was the ship with an emperor and a ship that has good food, so why not stay for a while. Well, a while turned out to get you drunk enough to pass out It was definitely what you didn’t have in mind.

- luckily before you ended up passing out in some random room you had some chances to go explore the ship and get used to the layout by saying you had to go to the ‘bathroom’

- so far everything was going really smoothly for the fact that you were on the emperor’s ship. You find it very suspicious and it definitely made your anxiety grow but you just keep telling yourself that’s he just a careless pirate

- you wasted no time a quickly got to exploring. It was a large ship so you need time. While you began to explore, you had noticed that the ship was swaying a lot more than before. But you just thought it was your hangover. Until you stepped foot onto the deck and heard the crashing of waves and the small village shrinking in the distance.

- the ship was moving and with you on it too!! The crew sailed off with you still on. Panic now began to spread. They must’ve forgotten about you bc there is no way they would sail off with you on. At least that’s what you wanted to tell yourself but after seeing the smirk of Shanks you figured he knew what he was doing

- turns out you weren’t sneaky enough to outsmart an emperor

“You seemed surprised. Did you think you could honestly outsmart me?” Shanks scoffed as he approached you.

“I…I-uh…y-you looked clueless!” Was all (y/n) could muster.

“I knew what you were up to the whole time. But you’re still pretty good at it, so join my crew!” Shanks exclaimed, throwing (y/n) off.

“…what?”

“Join me crew, your good at stealing and lying, which makes a great spy and your cute. We don’t have a lot of cute girls here, it’s does get kinda lonely.”

“Ugh as if!” (Y/n) stomped, “take me back right now! I didn’t steal anything so I have no reason to stay here.”

“Yeah about that, we’re not going back to port so you apart of the crew now. Whether you like it or not. Sorry princess.” Shanks winked before walking away. (Y/n) was speechless. This couldn’t seriously be happening.

“H-hey…hey! Don’t walk away! Ugh…this-this is boarder line kidnapping!!”

Benn Beckman

- he definitely knows about it before you even do it. Of course, he doesn’t react to anything until he knows that your gonna do it. He’s come across a lot of people who had thought about stealing from him but never got the guts to do so.

- but you definitely had the guts to do so and with no shame either. But surprisingly, you didn’t steal anything from him.

- you had run into him when he was out on the town when they were docked. And you were quick to recognize him as Benn Beckman. Although he was a pirate on shanks' crew, you knew that he wasn’t a bad guy. He looks intimidating but not bad.

- and you were desperate at the time, living on the streets, digging food and drinks out of people’s trash, always begging to take the dirty jobs nobody wanted just to get money. It was a very unfortunate time of your life but you knew Benn had food and a place to sleep

- you didn’t have the guts to fully rob him or manipulate him into buying you food, but you did know how to mask your presence. So doing the only thing you were good at, you sunk onto his ship even though it was shank ship, you still sunk on it.

- only until they left port, you were gonna sleep and eat as much as you could. You were beyond terrified that you were gonna get caught but you hope that Benn would be understanding.

- Benn knew about it the whole time but let you stay. You weren’t doing anything of harm: not stealing money or treasure, or trying to kill anyone or spying. So he let you stay for around 2 days just before Benn confronted you. And when he did he was still understanding.

- he tried his best to confront you in a way that didn’t scare you but that just didn’t happen, so he tried to make you feel comfortable as quickly as possible. He didn’t mean any harm just like you did, he simply just wanted to ask why you were doing this

- it didn’t take you long for you to figure out that he didn’t mean any harm. It didn’t take a while for you to open up to him. Benn found it so easy to get to know your situation. And he was right. You were an over good person, you just happen to be a bad time in your life

-so now knowing that you simply just want someplace to go Benn decided to ask you to join his crew. You definitely had to do a double-take. Benn knew what he was doing too and he also knew you would say yes, but just in case he had to ask.

- it definitely took you a while to even say something, but just as Benn thought you said yes. And thus began y’all’s very strong relationship. Benn was always there for you, even though you couldn’t give much in return you were still super grateful.

Dracule Mihawk

- all you needed was some quick cash. You had to fell behind on some payments and just need the cash to pay them. You were kinda desperate. And with Mikawk’s very….accessible ship, you figured you could make that quick cash

- it was easy to get on the ship and even more easy to look through it. But with that being said, there was practically nothing on it. Literally, you couldn’t find anything at all. So just as you thought you hit the jackpot, you were very disappointed

- and just as you were gonna try your luck somewhere else, you found yourself face to face with a large sword. You didn’t even try to process anything before you already began to put up a fight. Someone just shoved their sword in your face, of course, you gonna fight

- Mihawk honestly had no intention of fighting tho, he just wanted to scare you off. He saw you digging through his ship but he already knew that you were gonna find anything, so he just wanted to scare you off. He didn’t expect you to fight back

- at least you know the owner of the ship, so now you can definitely judge him. And who knew it was gonna be a warlord. Yeah, you definitely were gonna win but he might have money on him. So if you could pickpocket him in the fight and escape you’ll be fine

- you took the first move, stepping towards him too but he was quick to Dodge. This went on for a while just in dodging, but you were able to finally get your hands on the money and was about the book it but Mihawk got to you too soon.

- he grabbed you by the wrist holding the money and pulled you close to him, maybe a bit too close. With his other hand, he grabbed the money out of it and eyed it for a moment before looking back up at you and commenting how impressive that was. He wouldn’t have even known you robbed him if it wasn’t for you holding it in your hand

- you felt like an idiot but definitely blushed at it but it didn’t take you long to spit back an insult or something. Surprisingly Mihawk found this all too amusing. Not bc you got caught but just how you treated him. No fear of any of the sort

- he took a moment to ask you why even steal and you, without even knowing, tell him that you own people's money and came up short. Ugh, one of the things that Mihawk hates.

- so very similar to Shanks and somewhat out of character he asks you, more like forces you, to join his one-man crew. You thought he was crazy and he was but you knew it was better then owning people all your life. So very unwilling you join his crew.

- even Mihawk doesn’t know why he asked you, he just found you so amusing and interesting that he couldn’t keep himself from asking you. He’ll definitely be enjoying his time around his home a lot more with you around.

#unknownwriting💕#one piece #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace x reader #red hair shanks #shanks #red hair shanks x reader #shanks x reader #benn beckman #benn beckman x reader #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader

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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Part Seventeen

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: 70% of this fic is written on my phone lying on my side in bed while using swipe typing bc im too lazy to type out words and it shows

TW: discussion of SA

***

Nesta has an easier time adjusting to a third person in the cabin than she thought she would. Maybe it’s because Azriel indeed minds his business, and half the time Nesta isn’t aware he’s there at all.

Cassian seems to be more irritated by it than anyone else—not his brother, of course, but the fact that he and Nesta no longer exist in their own little bubble. Which is how he ends up at Nesta’s apartment with an overnight bag, sprawled out stomach-down on her mattress while she gets ready for bed.

“TV show or movie?” he asks, clicking through her laptop. Shows are Nesta’s thing and movies are Cassian’s; she feels generous enough tonight to say, “Movie.”

“Thank god,” he mutters, typing something on the laptop. “There’s a Turkish horror flick that I was saving for you.”

“Where do you even find these films?” Grabbing her hairbrush, she flops onto the bed beside him and starts brushing out her brassy locks. Before he can answer, Nesta’s phone buzzes from the stool she uses as a bedside table. Feyre’s name flashes on the screen.

Nesta frowns, but picks up without a second thought. “What is it?”

“Nothing serious,” her sister replies. “Just checking in.”

Before Cassian, Nesta didn’t very much understand the purpose of “checking in” without reason. Now she empathizes with Feyre a little. “I’m fine,” she says.

Deciding she can do better than that, she adds, “Cassian and I are about to start a movie.”

“Is it his choice? I’m so sorry for you.”

Nesta peeks over to where Cassian is still intently searching for his obscure movie and smiles a little. “I like Turkish horror,” she replies.

Cassian overhears and grins approvingly.

“Well, I’m looking at wedding dresses with Rhys so he can prepare for when he inevitably proposes,” Feyre says. “In case you wanted to know.”

Nesta did not particularly want to know, but she doesn’t say this. “Sounds fun. Is that it?”

“For what?”

“This conversation.”

Feyre sighs over the line. “Yes, I’ll let you go now. Thanks for picking up.”

The bar is in hell, Nesta thinks. Mostly because she put it there, but she still feels embarrassed to be congratulated over such small things. “Thanks for keeping it short.”

She’s about to hang up when she hears a male voice speak up in the background, and Feyre interrupts, “Wait—before you go, can you tell Cassian to call Rhys back? He wants Cass’s help picking a new team leader for the Italy project.”

Nesta has no idea what that is, but she says, “Sure, fine.” They say their goodbyes and hang up.

“What’d she want?” Cassian says without looking over at her.

“She said Rhys wants you to call him about the Italy project.”

Cassian turns toward her, half sitting up. “Really? What for?”

“Something about picking a team leader.” She returns to brushing her hair. “Why? What’s the Italy project?”

“Something I thought we put aside for good,” he grumbles. “It’s a year-long overseas project in Milan. Rhys thinks it’s gonna bring in a shit ton of money.”

“Sounds big. What do you have to do with it, though?” She’s never heard of Cassian being involved in Night Court’s international operations, even though he takes on more work than the usual employee.

Cassian shrugs, going back to movie searching. “He wanted me to be the one leading the team, and I guess he still feels petty about me turning him down. Honestly, choosing team leaders outside of my department isn’t even part of my jurisdiction.”

Nesta hesitates. “He offered you the job? When?” She didn’t know this.

“On New Year’s.”

“And you turned it down?”

“Yeah.” Cassian clicks on a link that looks like it’ll plant fifteen different viruses in Nesta’s laptop. “Found the movie,” he says.

“Why would you do that?” Nesta demands.

“The movie?”

“The job offer! Why would you turn down such a big opportunity without even telling me?”

Cassian laughs in confusion. “Are you angry right now?”

She’s astonished at his nonchalance. “Cassian,” she says. “It’s Italy.”

Italy with the art and history and seaside beauty—it’s on their top five places to see before they die.

“It’s Milan,” he says like there’s a difference, “and it’s an entire year away from you.” He shakes his head, sitting up to face her. “Are you out of your mind?”

She goes still. “Don’t tell me you said no because of me.”

“Of course I said no because of you.”

“It’s your dream job!” she bursts. “Traveling, exploring, being on your own—”

“Those are our dreams. I made those plans with you. The hell am I supposed to do all the way in Italy without you?”

“You sound codependent,” she retorts.

He narrows his brows. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing in my position?”

He’s right, of course. Nesta would do the exact same thing for him. But Nesta and Cassian are not the same, and they both know it. “You can’t make that comparison,” she sighs.

“Why not?” he demands.

“Because—” She struggles to put it into words. “I would give up a long distance job for you because it would be worth it. You’re worth it. It doesn’t work the other way around.”

“Again: why the fuck not?”

So he’s really going to make her spell it out. “Because you’re a good boyfriend. You’re affectionate and caring, you always go the extra mile for those you love, and you come with all these free perks. It’s a great deal. And I’m not anything terrible, but I’m the bare minimum compared to you. Why would you give up Italy for the bare minimum?”

Cassian looks at her in disbelief. “I don’t even know how you can say so many wrong things in a row.”

“He’s blinded by love,” Nesta mutters to herself.

“First of all,” he holds up a finger, “I don’t know where you learned to compare yourself to me, but I don’t like it. You make it sound like I need to be paid back for every half-decent thing I do, and that is not the case at all.”

“Of course you think that,” she says. “You wouldn’t be a good person if you didn’t.”

“Then let me be a blunt person.” He puts a hand on her knee and looks her in the eye. “You will never be like me. Very few people are; you can’t take it personally.”

“Oh my god.” Her eyes might roll out of her head.

“But you’re not the bare minimum. Not even close.” He states it like an undeniable fact.

“How so?” she challenges.

“Like how Elain told me about this boy who broke her heart in her high school, and how the next day he walked into class in a leg cast. And how she just knew you had something to do with it, and you two had a huge fight about it that lasted a week.”

Nesta does not enjoy that memory being brought up. Elain called her a psychopath for the incident, and to save her feelings, Nesta (rather unconvincingly) said it had been an accident.

“I didn’t push anybody into a creek,” she maintains the lie. “Sometimes people just fall down there.”

“To be fair, you’re a lot more stable now than you were then. Now when people hurt those you care about, you find sneakier ways to hurt them back. Don’t you?”

“I do not,” Nesta defends.

“Really? Because Eris texted me earlier saying you’ve been ignoring him since New Year’s, and he’s starting to get worried that you have something heinous planned for him. I asked him why he would ever think such a thing of you.” Cassian leans forward and rests his chin on her shoulder. “Why would he think such a thing of you, Nesta?”

Cassian looks pretty well off from here, doesn’t he? She remembers Eris’s smug face. Did you know Rhysand’s parents found him sleeping in the streets?

“Because he said a bad thing,” Nesta says, looking down at her fingernails. “And I have an unfortunate reputation at school for getting back at people who say bad things.” Like the time Brian O’Connell made jokes about a rape trial the class was studying, and then couldn’t find an internship at a single firm the following summer.

“And what did he say? Because I can’t imagine he would directly insult you. He actually likes you, ass that he is.” His face is warm so close to her neck.

She looks away. “I won’t repeat it.”

That seems to be all Cassian needs to get an idea of what Eris said. “And how long are you planning on holding it against him?”

“Forever.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Nesta meets the eyes that haven’t left her face this entire time and snorts. “What’s your point?” Seriously, she’s starting to redden at how close he is.

He buries his face in her neck, his stubble rasping against the sensitive skin there. “The point is that you also do a lot for the people you love. Just in a different way.” He pulls away to look her in the eye. “Don’t do anything to Eris, though,” he says. “Not that I care for him or his shit opinions, but whatever you have planned isn’t worth it.”

Nesta wants to scoff in disbelief at the sincerity on Cassian’s face. He’s always choosing kindness, even at the worst moments. “So that’s your argument?” she says. “You won’t go to Italy because your girlfriend has a bad temper and a taste for revenge?”

“That’s my final argument, Your Honor.” He takes her hand. “Forget Milan, will you? One day I’ll take you to Portofino.”

The longer Nesta knows Cassian, the more she finds it useless to hide from him. Which is why she lets him watch the thoughts flit across her face as she considers his words, deciding whether she believes him. Deciding whether he’s right to give her so much devotion.

“Fine,” she finally says. “You’re right.”

A slow smile spreads across his face as he realizes he won. Wrapping his arms around Nesta’s waist and legs, he hauls her into his lap and shifts around until they’re both comfortable. The movie is forgotten for now.

“Out of curiosity…” He noses at the nape of her neck. “What did Eris say about me to make you so angry?”

When Nesta doesn’t answer, he says, “I’ve already heard everything that could possibly be said. The shit that used to get me when I was eighteen doesn’t have the same hold on me a decade later.”

She lets herself relax into his hold. “It was about the time you spent as an orphan.” Technically, he’s still an orphan, but it was different back then. “I didn’t like the tone of his voice.”

Cassian’s answering hum is a low rumble against her shirt. “Did you know my biological father was from Italy?”

Nesta perks up at that. “No.” She assumed he was entirely Algerian, even though he and Azriel probably look ethnically ambiguous to most. “Isn’t that all the more reason to see Italy someday?”

“Not at all,” he says. “If I could pretend that half of me didn’t exist, I would.”

She can’t think of a response that doesn’t involve a question, so she doesn’t reply. She waits for Cassian to speak on his own terms.

“I went to Italy once,” he admits. “For less than a day while my brothers were partying in Monte Carlo. I was young and stupid, and thought I would never be complete if I didn’t know who my father was.”

“Who was he?” She doesn’t know why she’s whispering.

“No one worth remembering,” Cassian says, his arms unconsciously tightening around her. “I put some dots together and realized how he and my mother must have met, how he must’ve—forced himself on her, and I decided that I didn’t care about bloodlines at all. I never returned to Italy after that.”

Nesta’s hands want to reach out and touch him, soothe him. But her muscles are suddenly very cold, and she can only stiffen. “And what about now? Do you… not want to go back?”

“It’s just a place to me,” he says. “Nothing special, nothing terrible. But I like the way it sounds when you talk about it.” His eyes sparkle. “I’d like to pretend it’s my first time going with you.”

“Alright, then.” She nods. “One day, we’ll go together. It’ll be our first time.”

***

Cassian refuses to let Nesta leave bed the next morning, dragging his heavy mouth across her body whenever she tries to get up. She’s about to surrender to him altogether when her phone starts vibrating loudly, insistently.

Breaking away from Cassian’s attempt at cuddling, she answers without checking the caller ID. “Yes?” she croaks sleepily.

“Where the hell have you been?” Emerie demands.

Nesta shoves Cassian away despite his protests, untangling her legs from the sheets. “At home,” she says, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. “Am I supposed to be somewhere else?”

“We haven’t seen you in two weeks,” Emerie says. “Gwyn thought your boyfriend’s weird family killed you.”

“That’s not what happened,” Nesta assures, pulling her shorts down and sitting on the toilet. “I just needed some alone time.” People are all around her these days, it seems. Her body still can’t quite adjust to it.

“Well, have you had enough—are you peeing?”

“Yeah.” She wipes and flushes the toilet.

“Well, clear your day and kick your sorry boyfriend out of your place. I can’t remember the last time I went out.”

“Why does everybody always want to go out?” Nesta says as she washes her hands. “What’s wrong with staying in, being safe, never leaving the house?” She dries her hands on a towel and returns to the bedroom, where Cassian is now sitting up and checking his emails.

“You’re preaching to the choir, but this actually wasn’t my idea,” Emerie says.

Nesta and Cassian alert at the sound of a knock from the front door. Nesta never has uninvited guests.

“Hold on a second, Em,” she says, jogging up the short set of steps to the door. She opens it to the sight of an exasperated-looking Gwyn.

“Jeez, next time send a text that you’re alive, will you?” Gwyn says, shoving past Nesta to enter the apartment. “Do you know how worried I’ve been—” She halts midsentence, one foot hovering above a step as she realizes that Nesta isn’t alone. As she sees Cassian in her bed, bare-chested and highly amused.

“Hey.” He raises a hand in greeting.

Gwyn pales.

“Hello?” Emerie calls over the line.

“You girls both share the same brain,” Nesta sighs. “Let me call you back, Emerie.”

Gwyn whirls around just as Nesta hangs up. “That won’t be necessary,” she says quickly, looking embarrassed. “I’ll be outside. I’m sorry.”

She hurries out of the apartment even faster than she came in, ducking her head to hide her face.

Nesta tosses her arms up in the air. “Great,” she says to Cassian. “Your abs scared her away.”

“But I didn’t do anything—”

She shuts the door behind her as she follows Gwyn outside, barefoot and all. She barely notices the freezing cold air or the awful press of damp grass beneath her feet as she catches up to Gwyn and grabs her elbow. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Gwyn jerks suddenly, yanking out of Nesta’s hold. Her breathing seems a little shallow, and she looks even more embarrassed for it. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t know you had someone over.”

“Cassian? He’s cool, you don’t need to be weird about him,” she tries to reassure Gwyn. “Though I did use to tell him that not everybody wants to see him shirtless all the time.”

“It’s not that,” Gwyn says, waving her off.

Nesta gestures to the apartment. “Do you want to come back inside, then? I’m sure he has clothes on by now.”

Gwyn clears her throat uncomfortably and looks down. “I’d rather not. I’m—I don’t like being around men.”

Nesta pauses, not sure if she heard right. “Like, in a ‘check the backseat of your car before getting in’ way, or…?”

“No, like I can’t be alone in a room with a man without feeling sick. It activates my fight or flight, it’s weird.” She’s carefully stiff, like she’s ready to be met with humiliation.

Nesta remembers that Gwyn has never told her about her therapy sessions before, but she knows they’re more intensive than her own weekly conversations with Lana.

“Not that I think your boyfriend is a bad person,” Gwyn adds when Nesta doesn’t respond. “He looks really nice. He sounds nice, too.”

But Nesta doesn’t care about any of that. Unsure of what to do next, she reaches out and awkwardly pats Gwyn on the arm. “Good thing you’ve never been to the cabin, then. Cassian’s brother is staying…” She trails off when she realizes none of this is relevant. “Why are you here so early?” she asks instead.

Gwyn eases up a little at the change in subject. “I missed you. We’ve barely talked since Christmas.”

Nesta didn’t realize people would take such notice to her absence. “Yeah.” She flushes. “I do that sometimes. I’ll send a message next time I go into hibernation, though.”

“You’re freezing,” Gwyn suddenly scolds, noticing how Nesta’s goosebumped arms are wrapped tightly around herself. She unzips her red hoodie and shrugs it off. “Go back inside and get dressed.” She flings the hoodie around Nesta’s shoulders before Nesta can protest. “Meet me at my car. We’re hanging out.”

Nesta knows that a last minute change of events is not the end of the world, even if it sometimes feels like it. For Gwyn and Emerie, she can bear the discomfort of unexpected plans, same as she does for Cassian. But she at least has to know: “How long will we be out?”

“You can come home after lunch.” At Nesta’s face, Gwyn adds, “Lunch will be at two and shouldn’t take more than an hour.”

Looking her friend up and down, someone who has such an easy time understanding her, Nesta nods in satisfaction. She turns around to go back inside.

***

They end up at the library where Gwyn works, in the stacks of the long-abandoned encyclopedia section.

Emerie takes a loud sip from the huge McDonald’s soda she snuck in. “So all this show was because Gwyn didn’t want to work her shift alone?”

“I just have some last minute cleanup to do,” she hisses for the third time, shoving an old book back where it belongs. “Go to the porn section if you’re so bored here.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” Emerie says. “But I’m glad that we’re congregating now, even if it’s in the most depressing part of the library. I have a present for you girls.” She hands Nesta her drink so she can dig around in her purse.

Nesta personally has no complaints. The library is quiet, it smells of paper and old ink, and it holds all her favorite books. It’s almost better than staying in.

Emerie successfully pulls out a handful of folded and wrinkled papers from her bag, smoothing them out as best she can. “One for each of us,” she says, passing the papers around.

Nesta takes her paper and stares at the header. Gwyn is the first to speak. “Pole dancing classes?”

“Why?” Nesta says.

“Well, I originally offered them to Justinian and Isaac but they said no—”

“It’s really not for me,” Gwyn interrupts, trying to pass the registration form back to Emerie. “Sorry.”

Nesta doesn’t give her form back.

“Look,” Emerie says. “I get the hesitation. We’re a handful of boring bitches who hate having fun. But don’t you think that has to change at some point?”

“I’ve known you guys a month,” Gwyn retorts. “We’ve only been boring bitches for a month. This is too much.” She turns to Nesta for help.

Nesta is still staring at the paper. Dancing—on a pole, yes, but it’s still dancing. “I’ll do it,” she says.

Gwyn looks betrayed and Emerie looks elated. “Really?” She hops up and down. “That’s two against one, Gwyn. You have to do it, too.”

Gwyn’s cheeks are turning red in frustration. “You can’t just force this on me—”

“Gwyneth,” a sharp voice interrupts their conversation. Nesta spins around to find a young woman with dark skin and bleached white curls heading in their direction, a stack of books in her arms.

She halts before Nesta and glares. “No food or drink in the library.” She looks pointedly at the 32-ounce in her hand.

“It’s not mine.” Nesta shoves the drink back to Emerie.

But the librarian has turned to Gwyn, who hides the dance class form behind her back. “And what are you doing here?” she demands.

“Just putting up a few books, Merrill,” Gwyn answers quickly.

“While socializing?” the woman named Merrill sneers.

“We were just asking for help finding the romance section. Is that a problem?” Emerie crosses her arms and steps forward, letting a little of her beautiful deadliness slip into her stance. It’s the deadliness of someone at the top of her law class, someone who will graduate in a few months with all the power she could want in the palm of her hand. Nesta gets a rush from playing the lawyer game, too, but she’s never had the kind of ambition that Emerie has. Emerie is a shark sitting around in a small pond.

Merrill is not impressed. She snatches the styrofoam cup dangling from Emerie’s hand and tosses it in the nearby trash can. She turns back to Gwyn. “Hand your badge over and clock out.”

“But I’m not done yet—”

“Now.”

“Okay,” she squeaks. She pulls her ID badge off her neck and hands it to Merrill.

Nesta gapes in disbelief. Before she can speak up, Merrill says, “No loitering in the library. If you don’t have anything you need to check out, leave.” With one final judgmental look, she turns down an aisle of dusty books and disappears.

Gwyn makes a face at her back.

“That woman is not old enough to be acting that misanthropic,” Emerie says after Merrill is gone.

“Whatever,” Gwyn mutters. The registration form is still in her hand. She crumples it into a ball and throws it into the trash. “Let’s get out of here.”

Nesta stares at the trash as Gwyn turns to leave. “Coward,” she says.

Gwyn’s head snaps toward Nesta, her auburn hair swinging. “Excuse me?”

She shrugs. “You heard me.” Emerie’s eyes bounce back and forth between the girls.

“I did,” Gwyn says. “I was just making sure this wasn’t coming from the woman who would sooner bite someone’s head off than do something she doesn’t want to.”

“Girls,” Emerie snaps before Nesta can bite back. “It’s just a stupid dance class. I thought it would be fun to do together, but it doesn’t matter anymore.” Taking Gwyn by one arm and Nesta by the other, she starts steering them out of the stacks like a stern mother. “Now let’s go eat. I’m fucking hungry.”

Gwyn’s mood from the library doesn’t recover, even as they sit down for lunch at the local diner. Nesta thinks Gwyn might actually be sick when the male waiter winks at her while taking her order, and it’s not until long after he’s gone that color returns to her face. When their food arrives, Gwyn only picks at her plate.

“What’s wrong?” Nesta finally has to ask bluntly. “You look pukey.” Did the coward comment affect Gwyn more than she let on, or was it Merrill’s attitude that threw her off?

At Nesta’s words, Gwyn becomes even more pallid. “I just don’t feel great today,” she murmurs, looking around like she’s seeking a way out of the diner. “Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to be such a buzzkill. Maybe I should go home early.”

“Absolutely not,” Emerie says. “If you’re going home, we’re going home with you.”

Gwyn bites her lip, trying to decide if she wants that or not. But something about her antsy demeanor is too familiar to Nesta, because she says, “If you really want to be alone, do you mind driving me home first? Emerie’s car is a mess.”

“You just need to move around a few papers,” Emerie protests.

But Gwyn nods distractedly, already gathering her things. “Sure, no problem.” They pay the bill and go their separate ways.

During the ride home, the sky that’s been gray all day finally breaks open, unleashing a spattering of rain over the town. Nesta watches it sprinkle while Gwyn drives in silence.

“Why are you scared of Merrill?” she eventually asks. “She doesn’t look much older than you.”

Gwyn snorts, but there isn’t much heart to it. “Merrill is my superior, but I can handle her on most days.”

“Just not today?”

Gwyn eyes Nesta warily from the corner of her eye. “No, not today. Or this week.”

Nesta chooses not to push. The dull metal of the cars surrounding them glints under the rain, and they arrive at a red light.

After a minute, she takes a breath and blurts, “I’m not always like that around guys, you know.”

Nesta watches her closely, remembering how ghostly she seemed around Cassian, then the waiter. “Keep going.”

Gwyn stares straight at the traffic ahead, her fingers turning bone white on the steering wheel. “I’m just going through a hard period. Everything upsets me and I don’t know how to think straight. It’s like my brain accidentally traveled to the past and now it’s stuck there.” She sounds shaky, breathless, and it makes Nesta wonder what exactly her mind is experiencing.

Nesta knows what it’s like to be unable to move on. Her own brain has only recently started looking toward the future. “Where are you stuck, specifically?” she asks hesitantly. Maybe she can help Gwyn navigate her way out.

Gwyn’s chin quivers. “In a dark room.” Her lips form a tight line. “Being held down. I’m outnumbered.”

Nesta’s stomach turns. “How far back is it?”

“Two years,” Gwyn whispers. “Lately I can’t even look at anything without—remembering it. Thinking about it. Every time I feel like I’m moving past it, I end up being wrong.”

The light turns green, and Nesta puts a hand on Gwyn’s knee in an attempt to ground her. “Drive,” she commands softly.

Gwyn presses down on the accelerator, but Nesta can feel her leg trembling beneath her hand. She squeezes her knee hard. Even with the dark parts of her own past, Nesta has never felt what Gwyn is feeling right now. So she tries to stick to what she knows.

“It’s like you said,” she says carefully. “You’re going through a period where your brain isn’t being friendly to you. It’s horrible, but you can live with the knowledge that it’ll be over eventually.”

Gwyn shakes her head, holding back tears. “It doesn’t work like that. Once it goes away, it’ll just come back again. And it’ll be like that for the rest of my life.”

“You’re right.” Nesta doesn’t have a solution for that, and she hates it. “You’ll never forget. You can be at the peak of your life and still remember all of it. But,” she says slowly, “whether you reach a point where it barely fazes you, or if you keep crippling under the weight of it decades later, you’ll still be normal. You’ll be a perfectly normal human.”

Gwyn lets out a tearful laugh at that. “What does that even mean?”

Shit. “It means…” Nesta tries to explain herself better. “In case you’re worried that there’s something very wrong with you, I’m here telling you that there’s not. There will never be anything wrong with you.”

Gwyn eyes her skeptically as they turn onto a residential road. “Even if I never get past one nightmare I lived years ago? Even if that nightmare defines me until the day I die?”

“That won’t happen.” Nesta’s tone is simple, factual. “But yes, even then.”

“Really? You’re not gonna tell me to live for the better days or whatever?”

“Does that sound like something that would help you? Because I can say it if it does.”

Gwyn snorts. “No.” But her limbs are steady and her eyes are clear on the road. She clears her throat. “Thank you for listening. I think I might feel a little better now.”

“Was it because of what I said?” Nesta tries not to be too hopeful.

“I wouldn’t give you that much credit,” Gwyn says, crushing her hope. “But I’m glad I told you. It makes things…a lot easier for me.” She exhales deeply.

“You know my plate is mostly empty these days.” Nesta pats her knee. “That means I’ll always have room to help carry your shit.”

They pull up to Nesta’s apartment, and Gwyn parks at the curb. “Give me your dance class thing,” she says suddenly.

Frowning, Nesta pulls the wrinkled paper out of her purse and hands it to Gwyn.

Gwyn smooths it out on the steering wheel and grabs a pen from a cupholder, clicking it. “If you’re going to help carry my shit, I guess I have time for pole dancing now.”

“But that’s mine,” Nesta protests as Gwyn starts filling out the form.

“It can be both of ours,” she says, writing Nesta’s name under hers.

“Really?” Nesta grins with an excitement that she doesn’t easily feel. “You’re going to do it with us?”

“Why would I let you do it without me? So I can become the third wheel in our girl group?” She gives Nesta a look that says No way in hell.

Nesta rolls her eyes. “That would never happen to you.”

“Sure,” Gwyn drawls. She finishes the form and folds it in half before pocketing it. “I’ll give this to Emerie as a gift.” She leans over to peck Nesta on the cheek. “Now get home. Love you.”

Nesta turns red at the words and coughs. “Thanks for the ride,” she responds, getting out of the car.

“Say it back!” Gwyn calls after her. But Nesta shuts the door in her face and waves, pretending she can’t hear her. Gwyn mock-scowls at her through the window, but lets her off easy and drives away.

That’s enough feelings for today, Nesta decides. Even if her chest is swelling with emotion for her friend. It’s a sweet hurt that lingers long after she returns to her empty apartment.

***

a/n: i’m back in my no plot, just vibes era

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