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kate-bishops-waifu · 2 years

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Hi! Saw your call for story requests (Thank you for your service, haha). Would love to read anything Siegfried x Audrey, or Siegfried x Reader if that catches your fancy. Thanks!

a.n: Hiiiiiiii! This is my first time writing one of these, and I had a lot of fun, thank you for submitting! It might be more appropriately called a 'blurb' I hope that's all right? It's a new writing style so I'm just getting used to it. I really hope you like it have a lovely day <3

"Excuses"

Siegfried Farnon X gn!reader

Warnings: None! just fluff. Mentions of cat being sick.

Edited: A little.

The Darrowby book and exchange was yours. Every book and every picture on the wall was yours to decide, and as such, you had the right, nay, obligation; to fill it with as many cats as you liked. You would set a bowl of food and water for the neighborhood strays, and they were beginning to take a liking to you. So it was any wonder that you felt obligated by them.

It wasn’t a remarkable day, but you hadn’t seen Molly, the gray haired old lady you had adopted, properly, from one of the Dalesmen who had a liter they couldn’t keep. Molly was the biggest of the group, fat, strong, and a firm god complex which you indulge a little more than you would like to admit. But she was your first cat, and therefore she was the oldest. ‘Old lady’ you would fondly call her.

‘PSPSPSPSPPS Cat? Molly? Where are you hiding?’ It was nearing the end of the day, and your shop had cleared out half an hour ago so you began your search.

Often you could find her hiding on the shelves, or tucked between the overflow stacks. There was precisely where you found her. Between stacks, her fluff squished against the window, and her breathing erratic. She looked, and this is in no way an insult to her highness, terrible. Her eyes were distant and she was wheezing a little. You noticed she had vomited her breakfast, and elected to ignore it for now. The vet wasn’t far away, and you had no trouble closing early today.

It took some looking, but you eventually found the cage, and with some hissing and spitting, managed to get the poor old bat inside. You tried to make it as comfortable as possible, her favorite blanket and pillow from your upstairs apartment, and a sprig of catnip to keep her happy; If she could keep it down. Which you discovered as you made your way through the cobbled streets, she could not.

The practice wasn’t busy when you entered, one other such customer sat by the door with a chicken, looking inconvenienced. And you supposed most people felt such a way in a veterinary practice.

‘Welcome in, why don’t you sit down. Mr. Farnon will be out as soon as he can.’ Mrs. Hall the housekeeper had greeted you.

You took a seat across from the sterile doors of the surgery and settled the old cat on the chair next to you. It might have been a bit hasty, but you didn’t want to wait around with an old cat like her. Better be safe than sorry, you told yourself.

It wasn’t long before the vet emerged, leading out his patient with a smile like he was satisfied with himself. He turned to mrs. Hall and whispered something, glancing back at you. All you could think as you saw those crow feet and kind eyes, was: ‘what a nice face.’

‘So sorry, mr. Dobbins. I’ll have to take this patient first. Shouldn’t be much longer. You understand.’ He said dismissively to the other patient. Mr. Dobbins looked upset, but Farnon was too distracted to notice as he knelt in front of Molly’s cage, ‘Alright. Molly is it?’ He addressed the cage. ‘Right. Let’s see what’s wrong with you,’ He turned his gaze to you, and smiled benevolently. His eyes were perfect as they met yours, and you couldn’t help but be distracted by them. Those kind eyes seemed to hide their youthfulness and play at a much deeper sort of meaning than any he seemed to put on.

Inside the surgery the first thing that struck you was how disorganized it was. Not the sterile table or the platter of instruments, but the desk. Strewn about papers, a jar of papers overflowing onto the ledger that was building dust.

‘Let's see what's wrong with you old girl.’ He pulled the cat from her cage, and set her gently on the table, soothing its raised hackles. He asked you some general questions then began to give her a look over.

‘You own the bookstore right? Down the way?’ He asked out of the blue. It took you a few moments to respond.

‘Yes. Darrowby Book and Exchange. Had it for a few years now.’

‘Right. I like it there. Feels like I can focus. Maybe the place is as organized as my mind so I feel like I fit in.’

That made you laugh. Your store was not very organized.

You didn’t expect it, but after that Siegfried Farnon became a constant in your life. At least once, sometimes twice, every week you saw him. It was getting colder so the cats you took care of were getting sicker and you had just about as many excuses to go see the vet as you could hope. You learned how exceptionally kind he was, though he hid it under a surprisingly hard surface. You saw right through him. After the first month of excuses to go and see him, Siegfried Farnon made his first appearance in your shop. He came in casually and began to peruse silently as you did your best not to gaze. He came up with a few books in his hand and started asking for recommendations, thoughts on the books he’d picked. Pretty soon an hour sped by and you had completely forgotten what he had come in for.

The next time he showed up in your shop, was a surprise. He was carrying tea and some scones and doing his best to look perfectly casual as he set them on the counter. You came out of the woodworks, surprised to see him leaning on your desk like he belonged there, sipping tea. You were beginning to think maybe he did.

Siegfried pretended to ignore you as you took your place behind the counter and you had to speak up for him to acknowledge you.

‘Oh, sorry. Didn’t notice you’d come back. Here. Some tea. And scones. Mrs. Hall made them, I hope you don’t mind?’

You weren’t sure if it was so much a question as it was a statement as he seemed to be quite content, leaning on the desk.

It was hard not to blush as you sipped your tea. Siegfried told you old war stories about the animals he had taken care of. The general chaos that was Veterinary service. You reveled in the way his entire face lit up, telling embarrassing and oftentimes heroic acts of animal doctoring. He might have been embellishing some but you didn't say anything.

It was then two months since you met Siegfried Farnon. Your life felt brighter, more interesting. He never ceased to entertain and it was hard not to imagine a life without your biweekly chats. They could last anywhere from an hour to nearly half the day. It was as if time stood still and simultaneously moved much much quicker than you would like.

But then came the day when you were called away. A family visit or holliday, it doesn’t matter, but the important thing is that the daffodil ball, as Tristan once said ‘the social event of the season’ was set to be the day you came back. The day you would never be able to make it.

And so it went, you arrived home late, the sun was setting and you were tired. As you unlocked the front door you sighed in relief as you set your things down. It was terribly dark, the curtains drawn, the lights off. Your cat sitter must have just left; Molly’s bull was filled with her prescription food. You decided you were too tired to unpack so leaving it for tomorrow was very appealing to you. You made your way downstairs to check on your shop, feeling stiff as you gave it a once over. You collected the cash from the register and noted down where you might need to replace some books.

There came a knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone at this hour, or at all. Your shop was closed, you had planned to see your friends the next day, so who on earth would bother you?

Standing outside, his hands in his pockets and his back facing the window was Siegfried Farnon. Doing his best to look casual.

You went to open the door and Siegfried turned to face you, a little surprised.

‘Siegfried? What are you doing here so late?’

Siegfried shuffled slightly where he stood, and you ushered him in, the little bell jingling above the door.

‘I wasn’t sure where you had gone.’ He said.

‘Did I neglect to tell you? I’m sorry, I was on a trip.’ You felt a little guilty, wishing you had said something and not just disappeared. You didn’t mean to, it was all a little last minute for you, but none of that seemed to matter now.

‘Ah. Well. Tonight’s the Daffodil ball you know.’ He was so awkward, twisting a paper in his hands like a nervous boy.

‘Is it?’

‘Yes. Yes it is, and I was sort of hoping you would be here for it.’

‘You were?’ Your cheeks felt warm at the idea of spinning around a ballroom in Siegfried’s arms, the trumpet guiding your movements as you lost yourself in each other's embrace.

‘Yes. I was.’

‘What’s that then?’ you gestured to the piece of paper.

‘Oh. This? Our tickets. It’s silly I shouldn’t have supposed-’

‘That’s very kind of you Siegfried. I would have gone if I had been here earlier.’ You smiled apologetically.

‘Right. Well that’s a shame isn’t it. I suppose you wouldn’t be up for it at this hour would you?’ He looked hopeful, and you couldn’t help but feel the guilt rise up in your belly.

‘No. I suppose I wouldn’t, I’m sorry.’

He looked so dejected, about to turn and leave, but you grabbed his arm.

‘I wouldn’t mind at least one dance though.’ You were surprised at your own bravery, but it almost came easily to you. Being in his presence, it somehow made you more confident.

Siegfried smiled, that lovely bearded smile that made his eyes light up and his true youthfulness escaped. He took your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand was so soft, which almost surprised you. He held you close as he could, he radiated heat and you seemed to sink into him. You turned about the room carefully, a silent waltz guiding you as you stared at each other.

His movements began to slow and it became an easy swaying motion.

‘I’m sorry I forgot to tell you. I intended to, I really did. I guess it just slipped my mind.’ You admitted.

Siegfried chuckled and shook his head.

‘I think this is better.’ He tilted his head slightly, curiously. Like a dog. Which made you smile, because of course. He had such a kinship with animals it’s any wonder you didn’t notice before.

‘You know, I have a sudden, maybe ridiculous urge, to kiss you.’ He admitted.

You felt the breath escape your chest all at once and all you could do was nod pathetically as he leaned in and closed the gap.

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pollyna · 5 months

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Everybody (every single dagger expect Rooster because Rooster doesn't want to think about that) says that Mav flirts with every single person and he's good at it.

But they know only half of how good Mav is with flirting until they don't see him flirting with Admiral Kazansky. It opens all another realm of possibilities and leaves them speechless. And the way Admiral Kazansky answers? Oh god.

#them flirting with each other in the smoothest way possible? yep #especially when they were clumsy af at the beginning 😂😂😂#they learned and now they won't stop #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #the dagger squad #flirting for fun with your husband <3 #that the kids don't know is your hubby <3 #icemav

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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Bakugou is a stumbling, fumbling nerd at best. But once he realizes that you become even more flustered than him? The fucker won’t leave you alone.

He’s not a fan of PDA, mainly because he doesn’t like seeing it so he doesn’t like acting it out in turn, but he grabs your hand one day while you’re out. Paparazzi is swarming you and he doesn’t want you getting lost in the crowd, so he plucks your hand from where it’s tucked in your (his) hoodie pocket. He snatches you up against his side and pulls you in until his hand drops yours to protectively wrap around your shoulders instead, bringing you against his chest. He thinks you might be hurt after you get inside, when you’re too flustered to look him in the eye for a while.

So he tests, experiments with you. Gives you a sweet little kiss on the lips when your friends are around, when fans are looking. He watches how you always smile a little, bat at his chest and push him away because now that he’s seen you like this, he’s gonna want more from you. At private parties, he has no qualms about rubbing your ass while you stand there, mid conversation with someone. You keep stuttering over your words and trying to bat him away gently, and he wouldn’t typically do this, but you’re so cute. So cute when the person finally walks away and you punch softly at his chest in embarrassment, how you squeak when he pulls you in a hug just to grab another handful of your ass.

Omg and doing joint interviews together!!!! Usually he’s pretty private about everything, but he likes sharing little details—not to embarrass or humiliate you, but because he knows you’re getting flashbacks of tangled sheets and sweet nights whenever he mentions a little detail. Or maybe, you find yourself patting his thigh jokingly, before looking over at him, a smile stretching your face. But the evil little fucker is only smirking at you, his eyes low, posture slumped as he spreads his thighs just the tiniest bit wider. He doesn’t even say anything, just glances at how high your hand is on his thigh before looking back up at you, an eyebrow cocked. You snatch your hand away as if he’s burned you, and the interviewer can only laugh. ANNOYING!!!!! (lovingly)

#I would throttle him so hard #is this self ship…?…..mayhaps…..#I just get very flustered very easily despite being a natural flirt #I can give but the moment it’s reciprocated???? PUDDLE of GOO!!!!!#reminds me of one time in hs this girl that liked me helped me button my coat up when I couldn’t get it #and it was like so intimate and sweet and I remembered I stared at her like 😳 for the longest time after lmfao #and she was all ‘you’re moving too fast you just gotta slow down. I can help you. lemme do this for you. you’re so clumsy’#and I am still flustered and in love HAHDDKJFKFJF #anyway I’m talking too much about myself lmfao #this came from the image of touching his thigh and he suddenly gives the nastiest bedroom eyes despite being in public #bc he knows it’s gonna fluster you ASSHOLE #that I love #I love him bye #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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pigeon-princess · 17 days

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So sorry to bother if it was already posted and I just missed it somewhere but has there been anymore updates for Babes in the Woods? I'm so invested and excited to know what happens next 😭

HELLO AAAA!! Not a bother at all! I've been meaning to update the Babes in the Woods story breakdown for a while now since we've progressed a lot further in the plot since the last update! You definitely haven't missed out on anything, I'll keep working on the write up and I'll post about it when I do!! Thank you so much for being so invested in our campaign! ❤️

#Curse of Strahd #Babes in the Woods #We have the same incredible GM for asoiaf and strahd so he's been a literal soldier crafting the most insane campaign sessions for us #we were just talking about getting back into Strahd again in the near future however we have been VERY ASOIAF brain heavy recently hahahaha #When we do eventually get back into it I would like to see Silas have his clumsy attempt at flirting with Viktor hahaha

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varilien · 2 months

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(william, the stripey-haired raccoon man, and sparrow, the blue-haired girl, belong to @smolasianartist. the pink-haired/horned guy is mine)

the two flavors of doing oc crossovers with ur friends lol

#note: remind me to come back and finish the alt text for these when i have the spoons to do it again thumbs up #oc: a #past iterations of a were. VERY flirtatious #especially his first one but the last one could make a solid effort at shooting his shot from time to time shkjghsk #pretty bored of that characterization at this point tho his New Self is gonna be a big clumsy dumby #flirting won't even occur to him to do if he liked somebody he'd just shuffle his feet and refuse to talk to them lol #not a lick of charisma to be found in the whole damn man aside from the inherent cuteness of a guy who forgets how to behave kjhkjk

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groundbreakingdot872 · 1 year

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*Merlin does something adorable*

Gwaine: Arthur I am NOT your strongest knight 😩

#the Merlin minded thoughts running through Gwaine’s head while Merlin trips and falls over air during their training sessions #Gwaine’s leaning on a sword hilt nearly impaling himself distracted and Merlin’s turning a brighter red and getting more clumsy #by the minute #by the time Gwaine’s inviting Merlin over to the tavern later for ‘a drink on the house’ 😉 (aka spending Arthur’s money #right from the coffers) and Merlin accepts with all the grace of a baby deer Arthur’s throwing his gloves down in annoyance wishing #they could have at least ONE normal training session #LMAO #bbc merlin #sir gwaine #merlin emrys #sorry I need to see Gwaine and Merlin flirting at training like my life’s depends on it haha #mergwaine #merwaine

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the-genius-az · 26 days

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Failed flirting!

Ty Lee, watching Mai and Azula walk: Hey girls, wait, something fell on you!

Ty Lee, winks at them: The smiles!

Mai, confused: What the fuck, Ty Lee?

Azula, staring at the ground: where are they?! We have to find them!

#Azula #Mai #Ty Lee #atla #avatar the last airbender #Ty Lee just wanted to flirt with her girlfriends :(#Azula is a little VERY clumsy with flirting.#To this day Azula is still looking for her smile...#atla incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #translator #traductor #I'll just do this here and go to sleep :3

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hopeworth · 3 months

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cora lives au do you think law is horrified at the constant reminder of the fact that everyone wants to fuck his dadguy

#*daydreams about dilf rosinante…..*#law & rosinante #trafalgar law #one piece #op.txt #rosinante #cora will always be a dumb clumsy sappy dork to law and he’s horrified when someone flirts with him

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lumibye · 3 months

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oh my gosh imagining marianne finding sycamores letter to her for valentines day and not realizing its from him when she brings it up to him later in the day when they see each other .. and sycamore having to say that it was him who wrote it and elaborate on his feelings ��

nonono you can't do that to mee 😔 🩵 because she totally would . . like he'd be the first person she went to w this like ' idk who this is fromm what do i do 😔 . . ' but right at the end of the day when he's finishing up work so he's just like ' oh ! how sweet , they didn't sign their name ? that's unfortunate ^_^ ' and his assistants helping close have seen this blatant mutual pining go on for far far too long are just so over it . . ? ( i imagine he writes her the same / similar letter and brings it to her later and lets her compare / slowly work it out for herself with her amazing detective skills 🥺 🩵 )

#‎‎ ✦#⊱ mailbox ⊰#⊱ mutuals : clara ⊰#ramble :#i'm so soft for this little scenario it hurts . .#i've always imagined that a lot of the time his politeness is mistaken for being flirtatious #but if he were to actually flirt / try to express romantic feelings towards someone ? a bit clumsy #but once he's over that hurdle he's very sentimental and heartfelt 🥺

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f1amboyant · 7 months

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hellooo love❤

if you still weren't asked, maybe 20 (clumsy attempts at flirting ) with charlos because I feel like they would be so dumb at flirting with each other

Hi love! ❤️

Thank you so much for the prompt! 💕 (And sorry it took me so long to answer 🫣) Charlos+clumsy attempts at flirting is so so so on point (I actually sent the exact same prompt and pairing to Esti 🤭). Charlos are the perfect kind of sexy and dumb for clumsy flirting. I wasn't really sure how to write it though, but you are the sweetest so of course I tried to write something. Hope you'll like it! ❤️

You're doing great, honey on AO3

Prompt from this list if anyone wants to send some more (it might take me a while to answer, but I'm always happy to get some new ideas) 🦄✨💕

#ant answers asks #charlos #charlos fic #clumsy attempts at flirting #witchxxxstorytime

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rathayibacter · 8 months

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armored core 6 sewing club au

#iguazu constantly brags about how great his projects are #and then theyre always clumsy and rushed and barely held together #volta hates it but hes there for a court-ordered anger management group therapy thing #621 sits in the corner in silence the whole time but always makes something incredible #rusty tries to focus on his sewing but he winds up spending all his time trying to flirt with 621 #and then walter and michigan stop by and take them out for pizzas like theyre a little league team #and iguazu bitches about it loudly the whole time so michigan tells the staff its his birthday to piss him off even more

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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Hello! I wanted to ask if you can write Thenas and Gils first kiss in the boxer and dancer au! They are so cute!

She was magnificent, as always. Gil treasured the time he got to spend watching her dance, even from across the hall. He was hungry for it, having started ending class earlier and earlier, little by little. If anyone had noticed, no one felt like calling him out on it.

Just as well, Gil figured. He wasn't totally ready to admit that it was so he could watch the beautiful dance teacher across the hall.

Her class had already been dismissed, and given how she was dancing alone, he assumed that even Sersi had already left. Thena always took a little extra time to herself after her classes were done to practice by herself.

And sometimes, he would feel brave enough to 'interrupt'.

"Excuse me," he grinned as he pushed the door open gently. "I was looking for a cute ballerina with blonde hair?"

"Gil," she sounded like she was admonishing him, but he was rewarded with a very fond eye-roll and a stunning smile.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile as she stopped in the middle of her routine to walk over to him. She had the same grace as always, even setting her feet down from toe to heel. He guessed it must be quite a habit for her to walk like that. "How were classes today?"

"Nice and simple," she smiled, happy to sway in front of him while her music played in the background. "Although it's quite hard to wrangle the morning class when you interrupt."

"Sorry," he chuckled, recalling quite well the ruckus he'd caused.

The girls had all excitedly informed Miss Thena that her 'boyfriend' had arrived. The seasoned teacher had done her best to ignore her class' teasing with her dignity in tact.

Gil thought it was cute that she got flustered when her students called him that.

"You seemed like you wanted that coffee, though," he pointed out, and he knew damn well he was right about it.

Thena pursed her lips at him, unwilling to hand his victory to him on a silver platter. "For all you knew, I'd already had plenty--or had brought my own with me!"

"I seem to recall you saying that no amount of coffee in the world was enough for your first class of the day," he crossed his arms, smirking at her. Thena's eyes drifted over them just for a second before snapping back up to his face.

"Can you at least be earlier with it?--before we're in the middle of stretches?"

"Fine, I'll be nice and early with it next time," he promised.

They both knew that he had no such intention, probably planning to make an even bigger show of bringing her coffee next time.

"It's hard enough to get the young goslings in line," Thena sighed, unfolding her own arms to put her hands on her hips. The tension and stiffness was always slow to drain from her form at the end of the day. "You giving them something to giggle over doesn't help."

"Y'know, I looked it up, and young swans are called cygnets," he shrugged, unfolding his arms and reaching out to pull her closer in one - hopefully - smooth move.

"They start as goslings," Thena said firmly, even as she let him pull her close enough for his musk to intermingle with the scent of her perfume. Why did she wear perfume to class just to get all sweaty? "When they start to show some real promise, then they will become cygnets."

Gil chuckled, "your little ducklings?"

"I just told you they're goslings."

Gil let out a hearty laugh, pulling Thena into it with him. He did think it was funny, but he broke from the laughter first, tentatively walking his fingers up her back until he felt the edge of her leotard. He tapped the bare skin there, pale and silken. "Are we still on for friday?"

Thena just nodded, her smile stretching out as he rubbed small circles around her shoulder blades. She looked kind of delicate, but the muscles were strong, almost wiry with so little fat around them to soften the angles of the bone.

"Can't wait," he beamed back at her.

Thena's eyes drifted a little again, although Gil wasn't entirely sure where. But then she was reigning in her smile and taking a slight step back. Just enough that he wasn't really holding her anymore.

He pouted.

"Sorry," she offered quietly, pulling her formality around her again as if folding wings around herself protectively. "I should finish this routine."

"That's okay," he smiled, letting her hand slip out of his and drifting towards the door. "I'll see you friday?"

"Looking forward to it," she promised him, just as honestly and concisely as he had.

Gil paused at the door handle. He turned back, catching her eye with a determined set of his jaw. "Oh, one more thing?"

"Hm?" she blinked, genuinely waiting for him to bring up something he forgot or something about their date.

Gil strode over to her, dropping his bag on the floor with intention. He wrapped an arm around her, tilting his head down to kiss her. He didn't press further, waiting for her response to the simple but purposeful touch of his lips to hers.

She accepted.

Gil deepened the kiss, moving his lips against hers as her hands moved over his arms until her palms could press against his biceps. He knew he'd seen her looking, earlier.

Thena's eyes fluttered as Gil pulled away, leaving her with only the faintest tease of his tongue against her lips.

Gil could feel the blush in his cheeks, but he took some comfort in the bright red flushing Thena's even paler skin. He tucked back a few hairs that had escaped her tight up-do.

"Gil-"

"Y'know," he chuckled, unable to contain his smile after a kiss like that. "I can't remember what I was going to say."

Thena sputtered, her lips moving with no proper thoughts coming out.

"Anyway," he shrugged, going back for his bag as if he really had forgotten something. "See you friday?"

"Gil!"

"Looking forward to it!"

#Thenamesh Ballerina/Boxer AU #Gil is both a little bit clumsy #but also a pretty good flirt #because #the duality of man #he has his moments #and particularly with this AU #Gil is the more spontaneous one #he's still kind of shy and a little clumsy at times #but he's the easier going #the more spontanous #and thus a little bolder #I think #Thena can flirt here and there #obviously he started bringing her coffee somehow #but her life has been so structured #so uniformly dedicated to her discipline #he was a punk she did ballet #if you will

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m1shapanda · 11 months

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*twirls hair* come here often? *leans on pillar then tumbles*

YOU'RE TRYING. YOU'RE TRYING AND ALL THAT MATTERS MY LOVE

#clumsy flirting is ADORABLE #misha.moots

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rambleonaud · 5 months

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I get very clumsy when I'm flustered.

Like in general I am not a graceful person but when I'm nervous or distracted by someone or something, suddenly I cannot function.

One time as I was talking to a friend/ potential crush, I tripped over a large curb and hit the ground so hard a nearby woman screamed like she'd just watched me die.

I've backed into tables, slipped in ways that I never thought were physically possible, and generally just seem so much more prone to disaster. I think I just don't have very keen reflexes so that much of my attention taken away from the environment is damn near hazardous.

I haven't broken a bone but if I ever fall in love that's probably what's gonna do it

#clumsy #crushes #social situations #flirting #does anyone else have this problem #from an early age I was made aware I just. Do not pay attention to my surroundings #and I've gotten better I think #but apparently it's still something that requires background attention #that is NOT available when I'm focused on a pretty/nice person

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thatnerdinthecorner · 6 months

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#i hate this man #modern family #phil dunphy #why do people love him #also this is worst Parenting moments not worst Husbanding moments bc I could not limit that list if i tried #although there are a couple of bad husband moments that are probably also bad parent moments #like all the times he blantantly objectifies his wifes stepmother in front of his kids #and the time hes flirting with another woman so he knocks his wife over but wont admit it #and then makes fun of her/encourages his kids to make fun of her for saying it was his fault not her being clumsy #the phrase 'good cop; mom'#sorry for venting

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demieyesore · 1 month

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so dom!mattheoriddle x shy!reader x Theodore Nott who’s there to just hold her and force her to take Mattheo.

just reader, sitting on Theodores lap and him having a hand grasping her two hands and one on her thigh to keep them open. Reader is crying from overstimulation and try to move her hips, while Mattheo is literally pounding into her furiously for talking to another guy. Theodore agreeing with him. 🫢

Jealousy, Jealousy - M.R x Reader x T.N

Summary - A fanfic in which Mattheo and Theodore see you becoming flustered by another boy and get jealous.

Warnings / Mentions - GN!Pronouns, AFAB!Reader, Shy!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Theo is just kind of there, Theo gets no action LMFAO, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Reader isn't actually interested in the third party, they only get flustered because they're shy, mention of Hayden Christensen's character Sam because I love him so much that I had to include him...size kink for sure, humiliation kink, breeding kink, mentions of baby trapping, squirting

A/N - As soon as I read this request, I got a second pulse ONG. Also as someone who is shy, writing this made me feel like a total slut

Requested - Yes

Word Count - 2,697

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Your whole life you have been a shy person; Always getting embarrassed in the most stupid and silly situations. You once got flustered while buying an item at the store, you were trying to explain yourself and stuttering over your words when the shop keeper told you that she was only kidding. The item in question was a packet of Band-Aids, you needed them because you were always tripping over yourself, always finding mysterious bruises and cuts on your body. Unfortunately, Mattheo and Theo had gone a little wild the night before, your neck was absolutely covered in hickeys.

Despite you trying to cover up the purple and red markings; the first thing the older lady said to you when she grabbed the box was, "Honey, you might need to grab another pack with how your neck looks." Of course her comment caught you off guard and you immediately tugged at the hoodie you had on, pulling the neckline upwards in a clumsy attempt to hide the love bites.

So really, it should be no surprise that when a Slytherin boy came up to you and flirted with you; completely unashamed, might I add. You reacted very awkwardly, your face promptly heating up.

You were outdoors in the courtyard of Hogwarts, leaning against one of the trees while practicing a spell from the previous class lesson. You scratched at your head in annoyance and confusion when it once again failed. You huffed a frustrated breath of air as you pocketed your wand.

When you weren't paying attention, a boy walked up to you and cleared his throat to get your awareness. Your eyes drifted up to his face, he had black hair with a streak of blue running through it. He had a multitude of piercings but his most noticeable was one sticking out from below his lip. He wore thick eyeliner and maybe even some black eyeshadow if you were to look close enough.

You recognized him as one of your classmates, Sam. You had never really talked to each other, but you weren't oblivious to him staring during lessons. It never bothered you, it did always startle you and bring a small amount of pink to flush your cheeks. It wasn't out of attraction to him though, more so just being more conscious of yourself knowing that you were being watched, seen, and perceived.

"Having trouble?" He asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Your eyes widened as you stumbled out a response.

"No, well I mean yes, but not anything too hard..." You replied, anxiously messing with your after school outfit. Sam was quick to mutter something under his breath, something that you didn't quite catch but you swore that you heard him say, "Not harder than me."

He quickly spoke up again, speaking more clear this time and with confidence. "You should come to my dorm tonight, my roommate and I are throwing a little party." Your face visibly faltered, and hesitancy was evident on your features. "I'm sorry Sam, I don't really go to parties and I'm supposed to hang out with Mattheo and Theo."

He looked you up and down briefly, his tongue sucking on his canine in what seemed like irritation. "What they don't know won't hurt them." He gently grabbed your hand, playing with the ring that your boyfriends collectively bought for you.

"Sam, I really wish I could go but I just don't think I can make it tonight..." You whispered, biting the inside of your mouth as anxiety filled your system.

"God, are you stupid? I'm trying to say that I like you." His free hand ran through his hair, messing up the typical style he had it in.

Sam was a cute guy, don't get me wrong, but you simply weren't interested and you already had two boyfriends. Which sometimes they can be even a little much to deal with.

Sam's effort to convince you to go was abruptly stopped as a fist connected with his face. He fell backwards, dropping his grip on you when Theo protectively held you against him. Mattheo shook his hand, trying to find relief from the pain he had caused from punching the douchebag flirting with you.

Mattheo basically spat at the fellow Slytherin, "Yeah? Well guess who's dating them." Mattheo would've beat his fucking ass if you let him; Jealousy was raging through both of the boys. Mattheo was more loud about his anger while Theo was just passive until violence was necessary.

Mattheo didn't want to spend another goddamn minute of his time near this asshole, he was already on the ground so there's no need to continue the fight when he's already won. Mattheo's hand grasped your upper arm, dragging you in front of him as he walked away from the Courtyard. Theodore followed loosely behind, his hand resting on the lower part of your back.

They lead you through the corridors, not uttering a single word as they pushed you into their shared dorm. They had already shed their school robes before the quickly ended fight, never wanting to wear the uniform afterschool.

"What a fucking dickhead." Mattheo scoffed, referring to the scene that just played out. He sat on the end of his bed, manspreading while trying to shake the feeling of jealousy. His hands with intertwined as his head hung, just looking at the ground. Theo on the other hand was massaging his temples as if he had a headache.

"The audacity to say all that bullshit is unbelievable." Theo's accent was more prominent, often a result of his temper running thin.

He said an array of curse words in Italian, none of which you could understand. Mattheo just kept staring at the ground, something was definitely on his mind besides the interaction.

You sat down next to Mattheo, Theo still standing; even beginning to pace back and forth. Mattheo put one of his large hands on your thigh, kneading the skin possessively. He was now staring at your thighs and how his hand roamed your skin. His opposite hand was holding up his face as he lazily laid on his palm.

"Why were you blushing?' He finally asks, his fingers impatiently tapping along his cheekbone. Theo's pacing stops as he turns to look at the both of you. His eyebrows furrowing as he thinks back.

You tilt your head in puzzlement, "What?" Mattheo groans, throwing his head back before turning towards you. His left leg hiking up onto the bed. His hands moving to latch onto your hips while he leans in. His face laying on your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. "I said, why were you blushing? He said he liked you, and you were blushing." Mattheo murmured, his controlling side peaking out. He was trying his hardest to stay calm with you, but he couldn't keep his thoughts away. He saw how you looked at that freak, a blush settled on your face while he messed with the ring that he and Theo got you. It was a promise ring, although that part was technically a secret. They never called it a promise ring, just a gift. But both of them knew that it was them promising themselves to you and to each other as they adorned the same matching ring.

"Mattheo- I was just flustered, you know how anxious I get...especially with other people..." You defended but Mattheo persisted. "With other people? Are Theo and I not enough to get your heart racing?" He quipped back as he selfishly left kisses on your throat.

"That's not what- that's not what I meant!" You stuttered out, your heartbeat increasing in your chest. He hummed against your neck, sending vibrations down to your core. "Right, I forgot, you only get shy around us when we fuck you."

"Mattheo, don't say that..." You whined, embarrassment flooding your veins. "Why not? Too vulgar for you?" He questions, still pressing firm kisses into you. Theo finally laughed a little bit, already knowing where this was going. He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard while he watched the heating up conversation.

"Yes! You always say such...risky things..." You mumble out, trying to find the words to explain his vocabulary. "Risky? You really think so? Theo, what do you think?" Mattheo scoffs, his arms protectively enveloping you while he looked over your shoulder at Theodore. Your back was turned to the boy with light brown hair.

Theo thought for a moment, pausing just long enough for you to nervously push at Mattheo's hold on you. Suddenly you felt too warm, like your skin was on fire. Mattheo tightened his grasp on you, placing another kiss to your neck. "Stay still." He whispered, his voice low and commanding.

Theodore ultimately decided to say, "I think...they should be just as flustered when talking to us. We're your boyfriends after all." His sentence started out directed at Mattheo but switched over to you at the end. "Theo-" You whined out in a complaint.

"Always so whiny..." He counters while Mattheo sucks at your jawline, demanding your attention once more. "You heard him. We're your boyfriends, that nobody shouldn't be getting reactions out of you that we don't." Mattheo lets go of his clutch on you, shoving you backwards, leaving you to fall towards Theo. His soft hands pulled you into the free space between his legs. You were in a position where you were partially sitting upright against his chest but loose enough that you were still laying down.

Theo's hands gripped the underneath of your thighs, prying your knees to bend so your legs were open. Mattheo swiftly removed his shirt, tugging the fabric over his head. He shuffled over to your open legs. He practically yanked off your pants, pulling your underwear down along with it.

"This okay?" Mattheo glances up at you, checking in with you. He observed as you nodded your head slowly. One of Theo's hands gripped your jaw, his sultry tone dripping. "Words."

You twisted your head away from the boys, wanting to just disappear from shame. "It's okay..."

"Good, because you obviously need a reminder that we're the only ones that can make you feel like this." Mattheo mumbled under his breath. He undid his belt, tossing it to Theo. Theo made quick use of the leather, tying your wrists together as he secured the rest of the belt in his mouth. Wanting to make sure that you couldn't move your hands while his own held your legs open.

Mattheo unzipped his jeans, freeing himself from the restrictions of his boxers next. He spat his saliva onto his cock, stroking himself a couple of times to coat the fluid over his dick as a makeshift lube.

"Sorry sweetheart, not getting you ready for me today. I need you now." He admitted, lifting your hips and forcing them to wrap around his waist.

He ran his tip through your folds, collecting the wetness. "Holy shit, no foreplay and you're absolutely soaking. You little slut." He ridiculed. You failed in an attempt to close your legs, feeling the embarrassment seep into you while Theo tightened his hold on you, keeping your legs secured in place.

"Aw, poor baby, too flustered from my words alone?" He mocked as you rocked your hips closer to him, teasing his tip.

"So needy for cock..." He whispered as he finally pushed into you. Your walls squeezed around him as you tried to adjust to his size. "Fuck, don't snap my dick off. I forgot how tight you are, shit." He said breathlessly at the feeling.

He slowly moved, trying to ease your cunt into the movement. When you started to roll your hips onto him, Theo slapped your thigh, holding you down with enough pressure so that way you couldn't get yourself off.

Mattheo gained his pace, his hands laying on your hips as he thrusted into you. You could feel Theo's boner pressed against you but he made no strive to relieve himself in anyway. Mattheo pounded into you with no mercy, the sound of your moans echoed in the dorm. You tried to hold back your moans, even trying to muffle them. Mattheo could feel you flutter around him as you climaxed for the first time.

"Couldn't even hold off on one orgasm for a little longer? Fuck, you're such a little slut, you'd probably like it if I slapped you. Maybe you'd cum on my dick harder if I manhandled you." You whimpered at his words, they repeated in your mind as he kept fucking you through your high. But he didn't stop and you knew he wasn't gonna stop.

"Oh come on baby, you can take a little more can't you? Don't you want to be good for me?" He taunted as he slammed back into you. "You know that nobody else could make you cum like this right? Ain't ever gonna leave us." He chattered to himself possessively, as if he was talking himself through the experience.

His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his own high, his eyes were closed tightly as his head flew back. He was still pumping deeply inside you as he came. He pulled out for a second, watching as his cum leaked out of your sopping hole. "So pretty when my cum is inside you."

His eyes darkened as he swallowed harshly. He pushed his tip back at your entrance, but not fully entering you. He was pushing his cum back into you, his eyes were hazy as he re-entered you.

"Can't fuck anyone else if you're carrying my baby, now can you?" He fantasized aloud. He quickly regained his composure, regaining speed, not even allowing you the time needed to recover from your climax.

"Mat-Mattheo, stop, I'm too sensitive..." You whimper out, moans falling loosely from your lips like a waterfall. You could feel the wetness between your thighs, you could feel every single touch, your skin was crawling. It was all becoming way too much. "Too much, it's too much-" You could feel your mouth going dry as you started to overheat, but none the less, Mattheo kept tearing through your cunt. "All worn out? Too fucking bad." He muttered in a cold tone, not caring about the discomfort you were feeling. You tried to pull your hands apart, the skin itching from the leather belt wrapped around them. Tears began to form in your waterline.

Mattheo was essentially abusing your pussy, all he wanted and craved for was to feel you pulse around him. He drilled into you, observing as you stiffened again, your body shaking as another orgasm was pulled from you. Tears were fully streaming down your face from the overstimulation.

"So fucking precious when you cry, all tired from my cock ruining you. I wonder just how cockdrunk I can get you." You mumbled, jutting your hips out as you squirmed from pleasure and pain. Theo struggled to hold you down, groaning when you accidentally rub against his painful erection. "Stop fucking moving." Mattheo demands, slapping your cunt causing you to whine.

Theo removes one of his hands from your thigh, placing pressure on your lower stomach, making it so you could feel Mattheo's cock inside you even more. You moaned so loud that it was almost pornographic. "Feel that?" Mattheo asks, throat going dry when he sees the bulge in your stomach. He looks at Theo for a second, speaking as if you weren't even there. "Fuck, you should see just how our baby's cunt sucks me back in. Every damn time." He moans, as he cums inside you again. Filling you up, he still doesn't stop, not until the bed is dripping in your liquids.

He finally comes to a stop, pulling out of your pussy with a pop as you squirt. You sprayed his dick with the fluid as he just smiled down at his work with a dominant aura. He was getting off on the fact that he had made you squirt, getting off on the fact that only he and Theo could make you cry from how good they felt.

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