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danganronpa-headcanons-imagines · 9 months

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Danganronpa Love Languages (DR V3)

[ DR THH | SDR2 | DR V3 ]

Kaede Akamatsu - Words of Affirmation

Being a living personification of optimism, Kaede is always there to reassure you and cheer you up. Even at your darkest moments she will be there to pull you out and into the light. If you don't want help and just want support, she won't hesitate to just hold you and listen. She cares about your mental health a lot, especially since she knows how it feels. When Kaede is trying to boost your mood, she is commonly complimenting you. Sometimes it can get off track and she'll derail into making comments about your body (especially if you got big boobs or ass. Shuichi said it best, she can sound like a pervy old man sometimes). But hey, it boosts your confidence! And that's what she wants more than anything

Shuichi Saihara - Quality Time

Shuichi wasn't one with high self-esteem or confidence, so when you asked him out it took him a day to fully process it. Sure he's been crushing on you for a long time, but what if he can't be a good boyfriend? At the start of your relationship he will definitely be a bit awkward and nervous. The longer you guys are together though, he will gain confidence in both himself and your relationship. He will still be very subdued and bashful, but isn't afraid to show affection in public. In fact, Shuichi loves to stay by your side throughout the day. It will be every other day, as some days he needs alone time to recharge and relax, and you're happy to oblige! When he does feel the desire for companionship he will openly seek you out and ask if you could spend the day together

Angie Yonaga - Gift Giving

Atua will always be number one in her heart, but you are a close second! She talks so positively about you to anyone she can. She's got nothing to hide. Being the Ultimate Artist, Angie's specialty is making gifts and art for you. Paintings, statues, wood carvings, it's all for you. To add her own little spice, she likes to bless every creation with the protection of Atua. It's up to debate whether this counts as a gift or not, but every day she prays to Atua to look upon you and keep you safe. In her eyes, she is giving the gift of love and protection from her god, she is praying for your own good. Yeah it's a bit weird, but she's so cute it's hard to get upset

Gonta Gokuhara - Acts of Service

O h my ggod?? Gentleman, sweetie, baby, precious, a present from god. These are many words to describe Gonta, and it's never made more clear than when you date. He already was very gentle and protective of you, but when you get in a relationship he takes it more seriously. He protects you and treats you as if you were breakable. Think of yourself as a rare beetle! If he deems the terrain as dangerous, he resorts to craddling you in his arms and carrying you. As a true Gentleman, Gonta is incredibly courteous and polite, holding open doors for you and being as respectful as possible. And if you ask him to do anything he will happily do it for you (well, except hurt a bug). Whenever he does something that upsets you, or something he percives as rude, he does tend to freak out. He'll need a lot of reassurance. And just... please show Gonta physical affection too. Hold his hand, run your fingers through his hair, make him feel as loved as possible. He deserves it

Himiko Yumeno - Quality Time

Himiko wasn't really interested in relationships, she never felt a real attraction to anyone. Even Tenko and Angie she saw more as friends than love interests. In your first interactions she felt the same about you, but then oddly felt herself become more attached. Suddenly she was following you around and constantly trying to show you her magic. Whenever you were seperated she tended to think about you a lot. Himiko still can't fully comprehend why your relationship was different from all the others, but she isn't complaining in the slightest. You bring such peace to her heart and it's so refreshing. Expect lots of invites to her room for magic shows

K1-B0 - Physical Touch

K1-B0 is a pure sweetie. Being a robot, he is NOT used to any sort of relationship. It took him awhile to get friendships down fully, so when you asked him out he was not used to it at all. Any sign of affection made him blush like mad, if he had a heart it would be beating like crazy. Somehow everything you did drove him nuts! How soft your skin feels on his metal, the warmth radiating off your body, the way you nuzzle into his neck, it all felt like heaven. Another reason he loves your touch is how respectful you are (unlike 2 certain degenerates). You touch him with purpose and love, no judgement. Seriously, just cuddle with him and kiss his cheeks, let him know you care. It makes him feel alive

Kaito Momota - Words of Affirmation

Kaito is a BRO through and through! I'm talking ride or die. He will stand by your side through thick and thin, and will be your number one support system. Any issues you have he will want to hear and help with. Even if you tell him you just want someone to listen, he is gonna listen soooooo hard. The best part is that he's well grounded as well. Kaito isn't afraid to voice his true opinions and always gives it to you straight. He feels like lying ruins a relationship. The only thing he ever hid from you was his illness, and that was discovered fairly quickly. It hurts to see him put you over his own health, but Kaito will always do it with no hesitation. You are special to him, in more ways than one

Kirumi Tojo - Acts of Service

She is a maid, her life's goal is to serve. Whether it's her boss, friends, or lovers, Kirumi aims to please. With you she takes care of you well. Your house will always be clean, hot meals served to you daily, and if you need help with your hobbies she will learn as much as she can to assist. To be honest you tend to feel bad a lot. Despite your insistance for her to take a break, Kirumi refuses. It may seem like she's just a worker of sorts, but she has self respect and refuses to be treated as such. When she cares for you, it's out of love and care, not obligation. But sometimes, if you do something for her instead, you can catch her starting to tear up. Kirumi will try to reprimand you, but will eventually drop her professionalism and just embrace you lovingly

Kokichi Ouma - Quality Time

Piece of SHIT gremlin dear LORD I love him. Sure Hiyoko was a handful, but with Kokichi it's even more apparent. He's a trickster through and through, and just because you're dating doesn't mean he's gonna ease up on it. They will probably be less intense and more playful most of the time, and the name calling will be more cheeky rather than insulting. But you are not gonna be immune to his jackassery. He has a habit of following you around a lot and constantly trying to bug you and get your attention. Don't even get me started on his lies. At first you thought he was just wanting to be annoying (okay that's part of it), but actually he just really likes spending time with you. Being able to talk to you constantly and see your funny reactions gives him so much happiness. He'll deny how clingy he is and mock you for thinking so, but one time he followed you into the bathroom, so that speaks for itself

Korekiyo Shinguji - Physical Touch

Korekiyo is a... I'm just gonna say it, he's a kinky bastard. He finds humanity fascinating and wants to experience the wonders of existence, including the taboos. He is normally quite a smooth talker, and despite the messed up or concerning things he says, you still find yourself charmed. But the real affection comes from his touch. Korekiyo loves to study your body and your behaviors whenever he touches you in different places. He always makes mental notes on your habits and reactions. It intrigues him so intensely! But uh, his real experimenting and studying comes in the bedroom. Just get used to trying new things, he wants to experience it all with you

Maki Harukawa - Acts of Service

Being a groomed assassin since childhood, Maki has grown very cold and pessimistic toward people. To be honest she wasn't very fond of you when you first met. The only reason she ever gave you the time of day was because you were friends with Kaito and Shuichi. It took a long time for her to see you as a friend, and even longer to admit she had a crush on you. Believing herself to be less than human means she doesn't feel worthy to be loved. Once you declared your deep love for her full of passion, it kinda broke her. She didn't say much, but she broke out into tears immedietly. From then on, Maki started to show affection more. She wanted you to know how much she loved you, and thought that doing things for you is the best way to show it. She is very protective of you, both from people and situations. If you are ever in a dangerous or stress inducing situation, Maki is gonna be there to help and assist. And if anyone dares to try to hurt you... well, they won't have a body for the casket

Miu Iruma - Physical Touch

Now, it's obvious that Miu shows love through physical contact. But not in the way you think. You see, she talks a big game about sex and shit, but in reality she is a blushing mess everytime you hold her hand. A great way to see her squirm is hugging her around the waist from behind. Instant way to short circut her brain. These bouts of teasing often invoke swear filled insults thrown your way, but don't worry she's just embarrassed. If you do this enough it will lead to her getting frustrated, both emotionally and sexually. She'll initiate affection by pulling you close to her or just sitting in your lap like a grumpy cat. You wanna keep poking the lion? Well you better get ready for lion to pounce one day

Rantaro Amami - Physical Touch

He is a smoooooth talker. Very swoon worthy and always knows what to say to make you blush. His voice is the perfect tone too. Most people can attest to these facts. But he really likes to touch you gently and romantically. When he touches your hips or shoulders it's very gentle and relaxing. He also loves to nuzzle his face in your neck and chest while you cuddle. It's like you fit together like puzzle pieces. What he loves the most though is your hands. Rantaro takes any opportunity to hold or caress your hands, giving small kisses to the back of them. He loves the way you get bashful. Another fun way to bond is by doing your nails! It's a great time to catch up and talk, and you also get your nails done. So win-win!

Ryoma Hoshi - Words of Affirmation

Ryoma doesn't feel like he deserves much in life. Or anything in general. Not only was he a convicted killer, he was also on death row. So when you came up and confessed to him, he actually turned you down and said you deserve someone much better. Someone who isn't a shell of their former self. But strangely you didn't give up and kept pursuing him, and eventually he broke and admitted he felt the same. Ryoma has clinical depression and it's quite clear, but he never tries to make it your issue. Instead of focusing on his personal troubles and trauma, he puts his efforts into supporting you and voicing his admirations. Pride for you is something he will bluntly show. When you attempt to talk to him and let him air his troubles, he'll insist he's fine. He'll still have a cool air to him, but deep down he really appreciates your concern. And honestly, he considers you a reason to live a little longer

Tenko Chabashira - Physical Touch

Tenko is aggressive with her affections (just ask Himiko) so when she crushes on you she is obvious and intense. She'll gush over you and shower you with praise as often as possible. So if you validate her and accept her feelings, she's gonna jump right into it. Expect a lot of hugs and snuggles quite openly. To the point of embarrassment sometimes. You are just so cute she can't help herself!! A favorite past time of her is to practice Akido with you. Tenko gets a lot of joy sharing her passion with you, and being able to toss you around is a bonus I'mma be blunt though. If you are femme or femme presenting she is gonna protect you with her heart and treat you like a queen. If you are masc or masc presenting it will be... rough for a while. She'll eventually come around, but you'll just have to prove you aren't a degenerate male and earn her respect. Once you do, Tenko will hold you in much higher regard than other men and treat you as the golden standard

Tsumugi Shirogane - Gift Giving

Tsumugi is a mastermind obsessed with the Danganronpa series in itself. Something about it is fascinating to her and brings her much amusement. And with you she instantly noticed that you fit the series perfectly. You fit her perfectly. She knew she had to get you, and luckily she did! While at first it was more of an entertainment thing, Tsumugi eventually found herself growing fond of you. She actually enjoyed going on dates with you, no ulterior motives anymore. To emphasize her newfound affection, she often liked to sew clothes for you! You can draw up a design for any outfit you want and she'll be able to make it a reality. Basically you'll never need to go shopping again. As some bonus "gifts", sometimes you'll come home to Tsumugi dressed up... in just the way you like~

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Hi ! I really loved the Gojo Satoru royal AU story called "Commander" the anon who requested it made such a good request and you did a great job writing it !

This sounds sort of more like a continuation or mini-series for the "Commander" fic but could I request where there's a very grand masquerade ball (imagine commander!reader in a dress 😻🫶)and/or where commander!reader gets/achieves the power to order in the political matters which makes many ppl's belief stronger as seeing her in future regent empress position with gojo as the emperor 🙈 ( imagining commander!reader officially as the empress makes me run laps ). also adding smut isn't necessary but if u do i'd like reader to be dom like she was (😫) (even if they switch up positi- yk ehm ) but yea it's upto to u if u do this req or not but i am so in love with commander!reader , she's SO SO mighty fine

Gojo x fem reader (royal AU)

Warning: Smut at the beginning.

A/n: Is grammar good? My phone updated the keyboard including the whole translator and now I don't know what the quality of the translation is. Except that the translation now takes me longer.

"Such a good boy." You moaned stroking your prince's hair as he hovered over you with heavy breathing.

"(y/n)… Ah… so tight…" He moaned, pushing his hips back slightly to give himself a moment to breathe so he wouldn't come so fast.

"You are so big~ I want you inside. It's so enjoyable." You said with a slightly heavier breath. After all, he already fucked you. It's not like Satoru's stamina sucks so much that you can't cum with him. Everything is just right.

Satoru is big, he is wide, he is long. Everything is just right. Also that he's such a good boy and succumbs to you.

Even when he's on top, he can't dominate for long.

And moaning for you, he's such a sweet boy you can't help it. By pleasing himself, he pleases you.

When he's towering over you, he can't make your body give up. He listens to your body language just as much when he's down as he is up. Besides, he loves getting petted by you and hearing you say he's a good boy more than fucking you and hearing you moan.

He loves to hear words of praise flying out of your mouth along with moans. Because he knows it's nice for you.

This great, powerful prince does what you tell him to do. Change position, change rhythm. You guide him even lying on your back.

Then when you want you can stop him, you can bump into his hips, you can hold him close.

You can change your position at any time and he won't complain about it. He'll just whine even more. Just enough.

You tell him to fuck you, he's gonna fuck you. And in the moments where he's a little mean when he looks at your face contorted in pleasure, then he moans like a bitch when he starts fucking you. Your pussy can tire him as long as he is able to persevere. Because you know exactly what to do to make him oversensitive. Almost bring him to orgasm, and keep going. Or give him endless pleasure. One that will overwhelm him.

Keep him inside until he's panting, or take him out often and leave him on his tummy. Without anything to wrap its length. Or even move fast on it. All this can drive him crazy.

He even lets you tie him up. Then all you have to do is ride him until he whines like a real slut begging for a break. But he still maintains his very high position in the state.

Even though you can make him moan even by pinching his nipples… This is his little secret. You don't know if he likes it or not, but when you touch his chest, when your hands find his nipples, he always makes some soft grunts.

If he can abuse your tits with his mouth and hands, you can also abuse him for a while. It's always a foretaste of seeing his flushed face.

Well, at this point, for example, you could very well make him moan.

Holding your hips, he pounded into you, moaning softly, just like you.

Dirty talk always turned you on, but also him. Even now, praising him helps a lot to make him blush and also to make his cock twitch inside you.

"good boy… You fill me up so well It's so good… Ah…" You groaned as he hit that spot. With your moan, you felt him tremble in your walls. "So hard and nice… So deep… Satoru~."

Singing his name, you pulled him into a kiss.

Reaching your hand between your legs, you began to move your fingers on your clit, breathing faster against his mouth.

You clenched as you got closer to orgasm. He moaned loudly and pulled back for a moment, feeling your pussy sucking him in too hard.

He didn't want to come too soon. This time he didn't want to come with you. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Toru, I want to cum… I want you…" You groaned, gripping his forearm with one hand.

"Wait…" He moaned as he gripped the base of his cock, only one inch of it inside you for the moment.

Looking at his face, you saw his eyes closed.

You smiled slightly and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him down to you. As you hooked your ankles together, you were sure that you would succeed.

You pulled him down, causing his entire length to slide inside you. Hitting as deep as he could. Filling you with it all, making you feel something in your belly that you don't naturally feel. Feeling how its tip reaches even to the lower abdomen. Such were the charms of a boy with a big cock. It was a strange feeling, but it was pleasant.

As he was suddenly sucked inside of you, he grunted loudly as he felt your walls gripping his cock hard again. His back arched involuntarily as he lay down on your chest, burying his red face between your tits.

Moving your fingers faster on your sensitive bud, you tightened your legs around. And he, wanting to give you an orgasm, moved his hips as shallowly as he could while you held him tight. All he had to do was lightly nudge the bundles of nerves that sent a current to your core, making you spill over him, pressing the walls tight against him.

You heard his grunts and his groans muffled in your body. How couldn't he moan when the vacuum was sucking him in so much, the way your pussy squeezed and sucked him was driving him crazy. Running his tip over your cervix a few times before he unexpectedly fired as your walls twitched slightly. He has filled your belly with warmth. He moaned into your skin, pressing his lips to the soft mounds.

You started stroking his hair, feeling him getting soft inside of you. And despite his shoulders shaking from the hypersensitivity of his penis, you held him close to you, wanting to stare at your flushed little boy.

"Ah… Maybe with another orgasm like this deep inside you, I'll get information about the heir, huh?" he laughed, trying to free himself from the grip of your walls around him.

"Before that happens, I'd better be your wife. I don't want to be criticized by the elders." You joked.

"Wife, huh…" he moaned softly. "Are you ready for masquerade ball ?"

"Right now I'm not prepared. I'm lying naked in bed while my naked boyfriend lies on top of me, his soft cock still inside me. I doubt I'd go to ball like that."

"We can go like this." You hit him lightly on the head as he laughed.

"Do you think this suits me?" You asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"You look great." Satoru said, sitting on the bed behind you. Looking down at your back where the skin was visible under a piece of decorative lace before his gaze dropped lower.

"I can see in the mirror where you're looking, pervert." You muttered, adjusting the sleeves to the elbows, as well as the neckline.

"And I see you're adjusting your chest now. I chose a neckline for you,” he said with a smile.

"I figured it out."

"I know you like it. You look good in blue." He walked over to you and placed his hands on your waist, bringing his head to yours. "And I also know you wouldn't want a dress that made you look like you had a soccer ball up your ass. My aunt wears one, bleh."

"Yeah I know. Thank you. It's beautiful. It's just… I should go there as your partner? You know… I should be on duty right now as your bodyguard at the ball. Even under this mask they recognize me…" you looked at the little purple-blue mask.

Your outfits matched.

He was wearing a light blue suit with silver markings. It looked more like white with blue flashes, however it matched his eyes as well as his hair.

Your dress was also white and blue. Blue lace, bits of blue fabric that almost glowed.

There were little purple crystals in your styled hair, looking more like a combination of blue and purple. The same crystals were on your neck, only they were bigger. A necklace made of silver and crystals that you also received from Satoru on that day.

"They can't stop you from going to ball. You got an invitation signed with my name." From his pocket he pulled out an ornate piece of paper with an invitation to the ball written on it. Specially with your name, signed his "The mask is just a decoration that completes the outfit. You can download it anytime. Every person will probably take off the mask at some point."

Suddenly, he also pulled out his mask, white with silver and purple fragments, from his pocket. Almost the same as yours.

"You see? This is not a ball with traditional costumes. Not a kimono, not a Yukata. You are to dress as you like. But you can't go to a ball with a sword and armor. You deserve the most fun of all." Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the door. "Now come on. The whole night is waiting for us."

"Let's welcome Prince Satoru, along with his partner, (y/n)."

Standing next to Satoru at the entrance to the hall, you saw the people already inside bowing as you entered with him.

Only, you didn't expect your name to be spoken to the whole room.

So that's what Satoru meant when he talked about being a princess.

Standing next to the golden thrones at the top of a couple of stairs, you looked down at the people dressed differently. Colorful dresses, men's clothes. Masks on people's faces.

Holding Satoru's arm, you made your way down the stairs.

You immediately heard and saw the fangirls club screaming for Satoru to see them.

He had to smile because as a host he had to smile.

When they saw his gaze, they squealed and rejoiced, and their partners looked at them strangely.

They always gave you strange looks. Like they want to murder you for taking the perfect man away from them.

Even if you had to fight them, even in that dress, you'd win right away.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, offering you his hand.

You accepted his offer with a smile.

To spend the next few minutes feeling his hands guiding you across the dance floor, hands holding you as you twirl in your dream dress.

The hands that hold you at the end as he left your back down at the end of the melody.

And eyes that showed satisfaction. His smile on his face. His lips fell to yours in a slow kiss.

Minutes passed, then hours.

Until finally he suddenly took you to the throne. Standing with you against the wall. When he said he had a surprise for you.

"You know, from today you'll have a lot more political power. And more in the future." He said with a smile, holding your hands.

"What are you talking about? I didn't want to hear about my political position at the ball." You smiled slightly as you looked into his eyes. He took off his mask and then yours, placing it on the table next to him.

You saw that the emperor entered the hall, and started walking to his throne to sit down. You smiled and tilted your head towards him.

He was a kind man to you who didn't treat you like anyone else. After all, you were his son's chosen one.

Once his father was seated, he pulled you to the middle.

"Satoru?"

"You will have more as my bride, as the future empress. To have even more as Empress later." He said staring at you.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he saw his height decrease as he knelt down.

He held out his hand to you, showing you a shiny ring that he placed on your finger, and without asking as he spoke:

"You will be my empress." He grabbed your hands, his eyes twinkling.

You looked at him before smiling, your cheeks turning slightly red as your eyes shone. He stood up holding you close, hugging you, kissing you. Not listening at all to how his Father announces something to the people.

How could he not brag that his son had knelt before a woman to become his future empress. How could he not be happy when he did it in front of the woman he loves and also has great potential to be at the Emperor's side.

Most importantly, his son did it in front of the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

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billy-theratking · 2 years

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Runaway Max: Chapter 1 Review

I find the entire first interaction at Fort Fun between Max and Billy fascinating because we get an in depth look at how Billy acts in canon and it's crazy to see how Max's initial impression of him upon meeting him.

At this point, it's pretty much a fact that he has a tendency to put on a charming front around strangers and that it may seem that he acts very oddly around Neil if you don't know about the abuse.

Max doesn't know anything about Billy or his really shitty circumstances yet, so we get to see it for the first time from a point of view without bias, which is great!

Billy was late to the meeting and I'm assuming that was intentional since he probably sees Max and Susan as a waste of his time. And if he can lash out against Neil's need for control at the same time? Even better.

That being said, Billy definitely knows how far he's allowed to push Neil before he's getting into dangerous territory. Which is why the fact he didn't look up at his father stood out to me so much. His choice to not meet Neil's gaze has a number of meanings depending on how you look at it.

First, in western culture eye contact is a sign of confidence and respect, so if Billy had avoided looking at him as a sign of disrespect, that would just further fuel Neil's already building anger with Billy's rebellious nature.

Second, it could also mean that Billy is uncomfortable (which is likely), whether or not him being late was intentional. And even though he's trying to hide it behind swagger, his fear of Neil still shows in his body language.

And three, Billy is avoiding eye contact as an act of submission in the hopes to appeal to Neil's ego and soften the oncoming blows once they get behind closed doors.

Only Billy knows.

When Billy and Max talk he comes off as playful (Max even described him as friendly) and I'm inclined to agree. Billy was polite even if he came off as a bad boy type, with lines like:

"Billy gave me this slow, cool nod, like we already knew each other,"

"Billy glanced back at me. His face was slack. Then he smiled a sleepy smile."

Though, paired with some of the more ominous lines, those interactions take on a darker tone and Billy seems much more dangerous. For example:

"He was smiling when he said it. He laughed again, pinching the end of his cigarette and throwing it away. His eyes were bright."

"-he never really looked awake, except... sometimes. Sometimes his face went suddenly alert, and then you had no idea what he was going to do or what was going to happen next."

With this information, it encourages the us to read into the conversation with a filter, one that paints the entire interaction in a bad light and makes us uncomfortable.

I also love the parallel between the book and in Episode 1 of Season 2 Mad Max (a nickname that he gave her btw).

Final thoughts:

'"Max," he said in a sly, singsong voice."

Which is the same thing he does when he's in the car and tells her to say whose fault it was that they were forced to move to Hawkins.

The line I'm going to share really goes to show Neil's character and parallels Billy's physical abuse. It's terrible and really made stop reading for a moment to process the implications of such a line.

"Neil always called me that [Maxine], no matter how many times I told him to stop."

Neil likes to act like a kind gentleman to lure in weak women, so when his true colors show, they won't leave him in the misguided belief that if they just do what their abuser wants then they can have the man they married back.

If blatantly refusing to respect someone's boundries isnt a red flag, then I don't know what is.

I'd also like to note that we get to see some similar behaviors from both Neil and Billy in the first chapter when it comes to putting on a facade in front of both Max and Susan.

That's how women get trapped in abusive relationships. That coupled with the fact that they are almost always isolated with nowhere to go even if they did want to leave.

But both Billy and Neil drop that mask from time to time when their emotions (anger or frustration) get out of hand. Which was why Neil seemed so aggravated when waiting for Billy to finally show up.

Quote of the Day:

"He was watching me in the flat, empty way he always did--heavy-lidded, like I made him so bored he could barely stand it--but under that was a glittering edge of something dangerous."

#tw: abuse #tw: neil hargrove #runaway max #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #character study #book review #thoughts

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 1 year

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“The double snub merely reinforced what has become common sense: The voting bodies of awards shows routinely ignore groundbreaking Black or brown artists in favor of seemingly apolitical white ones. Harry’s House is pretty good — catchy, dreamy, and solidly built. But it’s not about anything except himself. Beyoncé’s Renaissance and Bad Bunny’s Un Verano Sin Ti are odes to specific communities and histories; they have cultural allegiances and political points of view. They are more interesting and adventurous because of it. But when it comes to the Grammys, the palatable neutrality of an album like Harry’s House, which is raceless only in the sense that it operates in a white, Western tradition without saying so, always wins.”

I thought this Buzzfeed article made some interesting points about Harry, Bad Bunny and Beyoncé’s albums.

I didn't think it was that insightful anon. There were lots of one liners that showed that this was the sort of culture writing that I don't enjoy. If you're going to make an argument that something should win based on artistic merit, it's very unwise to preface that with an argument . I also found describing Harry's claim that there was no best in music 'lacklustre' a deeply weird potshot - in an article that can't even chose which of two albums they thought was best. And an indication of how unserious they were.

But I also think I disagree with the basic argument - or think it's simplifying in an unhelpful way. I think that music that builds on a particular culture and makes the artist's relationship to that culture and the world clear can be incredibly powerful. But there are all sorts of ways that artists have related to themselves and the world. This article comes pretty close to stan logic of 'these people are making art right therefore they're the best'

I think the role of the self and the world in art and the role that race plays into the sort of album that people can make and get recognised for - are both far more complicated than this article suggests. As someone who mostly listens to political music and evaluates music through politics - I would still strongly object to the idea that "But it’s not about anything except himself" is a legitimate criticism of an album. Many people have made great albums that fit that criteria. (Incidentally I also don't think it's true - one of my criticisms of Harry's House is that it is not sufficiently about himself - and that how keen he is to make his music opaque).

I also think the ommission of Kendrick Lamar from this argument is very odd. If you're going to talk about the great albums that are probably better than Harry's house why would you leave it out? Except to make an over simplified argument.

I think it should be taken as an obvious truth that Harry won over Beyoncé and Kendrick and Bad Bunny because of his race (although the role of language needs to be highlighted as a separated and related issue). I have no problem with the idea that Bad Bunny or Un Verano Sin Ti are better than Harry's House. Or that one of the reasons they are better because they engage with cultural influences in a way that is very specific. But I think the argument tries to generalise beyond that - and that's where it loses me.

#I'm not sure why #I'm getting so many basic articles about the Grammys #I mean my analysis is part of the problem with the whole situation #is that there's nothing to say beyond the very obvious #and that's why so many basic articles are being written #But I'm not sure why they gain so much traction in fandom

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mhysa-leesi · 3 years

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Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader 🩸.

Summary: "Steve Rogers is madly in love with you and he'll do anything for you to see that--no matter who gets in his way."

Word Count: 4,765 (Sorry, this is a long one!)

TW‼: Non-Con, Smut, Stalking, Yandere Themes, Murder (Description of Side-Character Death), Blood, Description of Gore, and Strong Language. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. Also, I used one of the prompts from (@the-modern-typewriter) to describe a character's death, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEM. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

The first love letter was delivered on a gloomy Friday afternoon. The clouds above the city were dark and full of frigid torrents of rainfall. Gold and scarlet autumn leaves whispered against the chilly winds as acorns scattered about; rolling and cracking underfoot as you made your everyday walk to work. You had chosen to stray from your usual route that day, deciding on a new corner coffee shop instead of your normal stop.

You remembered that day clearly, as if it had happened just yesterday. The new coffee shop was a small, hole in the wall with plastic vines of ivy and fairylights rimming the framework of the inside. You ordered rich and dark coffees, with creamy oat milk for you and your coworkers, and an apple pecan oatmeal cookie for yourself.

Your workday was seemingly the same as any other. Pam was gossiping with Susan, and Scott was hiding from Mark, your manager, in the breakroom. You remember you were seated at your cubicle when things turned, staring at the rain against the window, and tapping your pen against your notepad, when you were startled by the mail carrier. He handed you a single, pink envelope with a heart stamp on its flap and left with a mumbled “you’re welcome”. You frowned as there was no return address or other name besides yours. You had opened it anyway.

You remembered how your frown had deepened as your stomach dropped. The paper trembled in your hands as you stared at the small heart sketched at the bottom. You frantically looked around the office for any sign of a joke, hoping to see one of your coworkers giggling at your shocked reaction. But everyone had their noses deep into their screens, typing away at their work. You turned the letter over, looking for a name or a clue as to who had sent it. But it was blank.

And you remembered how you had crumpled up the letter and tossed it as you refocused and finished the rest of that workday.

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Weeks passed before you got another mysterious love letter delivered to your desk, a small bouquet of roses and baby’s-breath with it. And again, you crumpled it up and threw it away; leaving the flowers in the breakroom. You had made a mental note that day to talk to the mailman about the delivery of these letters.

For a time they stopped and you thought you were out of the woods or thought your secret admirer had lost interest at the very least. But you were wrong. Your third envelope had been waiting for you in your mailbox when you had gotten home from work one Monday evening. You didn’t bother opening it as you sent it straight to the garbage.

You were growing paranoid and antsy as you constantly looked over your shoulder. You’d freeze every time you came across an envelope, even if it was just your monthly rent notice or bank statement. You had refused to live like this, in a constant state of anxiety and fear, so, that’s how you found yourself moving into a new apartment across town.

You were met with months of peace, you were finally readjusting to life before the letters. You had even moved in with someone you had been seeing from your new job, Chris. He was perfect, someone straight from a romance novel; tall, dark, and handsome, with a taste for adventure and romance. You were happy with him--you were in love and had long since decided that if Chris were to ask you to marry him, you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

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Today was your anniversary with Chris, and the two of you had an entire evening planned. Dinner at your favorite restaurant, a surprise showing of your favorite movie at the corner cinema, and then home, where you’d give him his gift. A red lacy lingerie set with fuzzy handcuffs, and a silk blindfold to match.

Your heart skipped and your stomach alighted with butterflies as you touched up your makeup in the bathroom mirror. The evening had been absolutely perfect and it was about to get even better. You stepped out into the bedroom, dressed in nothing but red lace and a bathrobe. A spritz of perfume here and a mint there, and you were ready to go surprise your man.

You walked out into the living room and seductively leaned against the wall, watching as he poured two glasses of red wine. He turned and froze, swallowing hard as he abandoned the drinks on the kitchen counter. You smirked as he pulled you to him by your hips, instantly locking his lips to yours. He looked down at you through his eyelashes, his deep brown eyes darkened with lust, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips once more.

Your eyes closed and moaned as he peppered kisses along the curve of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access. His hands roamed your body hotly, squeezing and caressing your dips and curves. Chris entangled his hands in your hair as he moved you to the counter, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. He pushed your robe down your shoulders to reveal the red lace hidden underneath, and with a groan, he bent to trace the rosette lacework that covered your breasts with his tongue. You hummed and wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands running down his back to toy with the bottom hem.

Chris gently pushed you down to an angle as he kissed down your body, stopping just below your navel to wink up at you. You bit back a laugh as you wiggled your hips impatiently as you leaned back on your hands. With your fingers splayed against the wooden countertop, your touch met something smooth and waxy--like the waxy seal of an envelope. You reached behind you and grabbed a pink envelope, with a wax stamp of a heart on its flap. Your heart seemed to stop as you stared at the envelope in your hands.

You vaguely felt Chris’s lips on your inner thighs, kissing and nipping at your skin. When he heard no reaction from you, he looked up, his brows furrowed and eyes full of questions.

“What’s that?” he asked, “You wrote me a love letter, too?” he winked as he reached for it.

You jerked it away from his grasp, your heart hammering in your chest as you ripped open the flap; ripping the waxy heart in half.

P.S. You should really lock your windows, doll. You jumped off the counter and ran to the windows, each one was locked--except for one. You locked it and double-checked its strength, fighting against the lock as you tried to open it.

“Babe? (Y/N),” Chris said sternly, snapping you out of your trance.

You looked at him now. You didn’t know what to say, you couldn’t think of how to form the words. You wanted to say everything was fine and okay, but it wasn’t--it was far from it. Whoever had been writing and sending you these knew where you lived now, and that scared you. After months of trying so hard to move on from this, you felt as if you were right back at square one again.

The rest of the night was unclear to you. You moved like a zombie, your brain on autopilot as you crawled into bed to hide under the covers until the morning sun rose. Chris asked questions, of course. But you had no answers for him. You had no idea who had been writing them and had absolutely no clue how they had found you again.

Chris had suggested going to the police, but what could they do? No one had physically harassed you, and although creepy, the letters weren’t threatening. And not to mention, you had thrown away most of your evidence. You were at a loss. Chris was supportive, always there to comfort you during the night when you were restless, but that never kept you from feeling alone.

Your paranoia increased tenfold by the end of that week. You changed your daily routine every few days, hoping that’d throw your stalker off your trail, but it never did. They always seemed ten steps ahead of you, whereas you struggled to even think to keep up with them. Your breaking point was reached on Sunday evening as you met with one of your old friends from high school for breakfast-dinner--an old tradition you two had decided to revive for the night.

Things were going good, and you even dared to forget about your own issues as you cut into your syrup-soaked pancakes. Madison was telling you about her newest fling and how good he was in the sack, and you genuinely found yourself happy to listen to the vulgar details. After painting you a vivid picture of her sex life, Madison excused herself to the restroom; leaving you alone with your pancakes and empty cup of iced coffee.

You saw a head of electric blue hair and you perked up. Your waitress came with a smile and handed you a paper cup of steaming coffee and a single napkin.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” you said with a polite smile.

“A gentleman ordered this for you,” she winked before walking away.

You frowned as you looked at the writing on the napkin. Refusing to even acknowledge the cup of coffee in front of you.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the familiar handwriting. Brown dress, he knew what you were wearing--he was here. You shot to your feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, as you looked around frantically, ignoring all of the judgemental looks and hushed whispers you were getting.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” asked Madison, her brows knitted in concern.

“Yeah,” you lied, “I just… I’m sorry, but I have to go. I’ll call you later, Mads.”

You dug through your wallet and gave a twenty to your waitress on your way out, only stopping to yell over your shoulder for her to keep the change. You practically ran home from the restaurant as your anxiety started to settle in your bones, making you heavy with unease. You called Chris, but were only met with his voicemail. The elevator ride up to your floor was tortuous as you watched the floor numbers slowly light up one by one until finally, they stopped at your floor. You panted as you slammed the door shut behind you, sliding the lock and chain in place as you dropped your head to rest against the wooden frame.

You sniffled as the words from his letter were seared into your eyelids. You just wanted him to leave you alone, you didn’t know what you did to catch his eye, and worst of all, you didn’t know how to make it stop. You choked on your hiccupped breaths as tears streaked down your cheeks. When you finally calmed down you switched on the lights and finally turned around…

You stared at Chris in horror. Blood drenched the entire living room, his corpse sat limp in a chair like a broken, bloody doll. His throat and wrists had been slashed. You tried to hold your hand over the open wounds as you screamed for help, but no matter the pressure you applied, the blood still gushed and seeped through your fingers, oozing down your arm, and dripping from your elbow. The gore of it all brought waves of nausea that went beyond physical retching, the sickness you felt was indescribable. But the smell, the smell was something much worse. Metallic, iron, copper… Your ears started to ring. You couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe. You could only stare at the bloodstain on your hands and scream.

You left that following weekend, abandoning the big city to move back in with your parents and younger sister. You spent most of your days locked in your room, hiding from the world under the comfort of your blanket and drawn curtains. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. You’d look at yourself in the mirror and cry as you no longer recognized yourself as the woman you once were. You knew it was time to move on, but you couldn’t, not when you’d see Chris’s bloodied body every time you’d close your eyes.

You started small by taking baby steps toward your recovery. It started with family meals, then a cashier job at your local supermarket, shopping trips with your mother and sister. Then you eventually graduated to therapy, where you’d stare at a forest green ceiling as you reclined on the chaise longue. Therapy helped and it was admittedly one of the better moments of your monotonous days, you felt heard, seen, as you walked through your own thoughts and nightmares. Your appointments even inspired you to reach out to Chris’s parents for closure, to go with them to visit their son’s grave. It was bittersweet, leaving behind a bouquet of roses for the man you had loved so deeply instead of a kiss goodbye; but it was something you knew you’d have to come to terms with. It wasn’t your fault, that was the mantra you’d tell yourself when you’d catch glimpses of his blood on your hands.

Before you knew it a year had passed since the incident, and in that year, you had not received one letter. You had made a resolution for the first time that New Year’s Eve as you waited for the midnight ball to drop. You told yourself you’d forget, to start fresh, and become an even better version of yourself. You were a flower that was fighting against all odds to blossom.

You cut your hair, got bangs and highlights. Saved up for a brand new, off-the-lot car. And moved into a cozy apartment with your sister. Things were looking up for you and you truly believed that you had finally found your way out of the woods. But life had a habit of playing cruel tricks on those who were naive enough to believe such a thing.

It was mid-February, just a few days before Valentine’s Day, when things started to go to shit. You had just come back from the gym with your sister when you saw it. A pink envelope with no return address or any other name besides yours, with a wax seal in the shape of a heart on the back flap, sat on your pillow. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as you held it in your hands. You debated on throwing it away, on pretending you never received it. But you wanted to know what more this twisted bastard could have to say. You ripped it open and read.

You didn’t hesitate as you ripped the letter to shreds, throwing the pieces into the garbage with an angry grunt. Delusional piece of deranged shit, you thought. You raked through your brain for the millionth time since your first letter, trying to figure out who the fuck could possibly be the sender, but you came to the same conclusion you had been coming to for years--nothing. It was agonizing, not knowing who your torturer was. It was your shadow, how could you not know who was living in it? But, no matter how hard you thought, you kept drawing blank after blank.

Your sister comforted you with a glass of wine and dumplings from the takeout place up the street. She was going out tonight, but offered to stay home with you instead.

“No,” you shooed, “I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl.”

“You sure?” she frowned, “It’s no big deal, Girls Night is every Friday night, I can always go next week.”

“I’m fine. Go and have fun for the both of us,” you said as you waved her away.

She left a few minutes later, dressed in heels and a short skirt. You ate the rest of the dumplings and finished the bottle of wine before calling it a night. You undressed down to your underwear and threw on an oversized t-shirt and plopped down onto the bed with an unceremonious bounce. The wine coursing through your system made it easier than usual to fall asleep, and the next thing you knew, you were in a deep sleep, dreaming of a life with Chris--of a life without the letters. It was one of those good dreams you wished you’d never wake from.

Which was why you were so annoyed when a loud noise startled you awake. You looked at your phone and the time read “1:00 AM”, you frowned, it was too early for your sister to be back already. You padded along the hallway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you called out for her, worried she might’ve passed out drunk on the floor or something. You stopped as you reached the front room--the very empty front room. Your heart started to pound as you stood frozen, staring at the empty room before you. A shuffling from behind caught your attention, then. And against your better instincts, you turned around slowly to see a shadowed silhouette of a man standing at the end of the hallway.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring dumbstruck at the man. With every step he took toward you, you took one back. Inching closer and closer to the front door with every backward step.

“Doll, don’t,” he warned, his voice striking you with fear like a bolt of lightning.

Without a second thought, you ran toward the door, fumbling stupidly with the locks in your panicked state of mind. The man was on you in a flash, easily dragging you away from your pathetic attempt at escape. His arms slithered around you like snakes, their hold constricting as he locked an arm firmly around your neck, silencing your screams as you struggled to breathe. You slapped and clawed at his forearm as he pulled you back to your bedroom.

“Please be a good girl for me, (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he said against your hair.

With his arm still wrapped around your neck, he threw you down onto the bed, quickly straddling you before you could scramble to your feet. He pinned your arms above your head with one hand and forced you to look at him with the other. His face was illuminated by the moonlight. The silver shine highlighting his familiar eyes through the holes of his helmet. You froze as he pulled off his blue cowl.

You were beyond confused, to say the least. You stared up at Captain America, your brain working overtime to try and put the puzzle pieces together. What was Captain America doing in your apartment? And why had he called you “baby”? What the fuck was going on? Were you lucid dreaming? You must’ve looked as confused as you felt because he smiled down at you, gently promising you answers to the questions that you hadn’t yet asked.

“You’re even more beautiful up-close, doll,” he said as he brushed away hairs that fell in your face from your struggle.

Your eyes widened. Doll. The nickname sent chills down your spine as the word flashed against the pink color of the envelopes, against the red of spilled blood.

“You…”

He ran a finger down your cheek and nodded, “Me.”

You paled under him, your bottom lip trembling as you shook your head in disbelief. He frowned and hushed you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the tears that fell.

“Shh… Don’t cry, baby,” he cooed, “I’ll take good care of you, you don’t need to cry.”

“W–Why?” you hiccupped through your sobs, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you, (Y/N),” your stomach dropped as he answered you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You shook your head, “No. No! You’re Captain America. You’re supposed to be a hero!”

You fought against his grip, flailing and kicking wildly as you tried in vain to get away from him. You trashed against him, kicking against his thighs with all of your strength, but it was nothing to him--nothing but an annoying inconvenience.

“Stop,” he said, his jaw ticking with simmering anger.

But you refused to stop. You whined and fought against him.

“Stop,” he repeated, his anger coming to a rolling boil.

You shot up and headbutted him. He reeled back and glowered down at you, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.

“I said stop,” he shouted as he finally stilled you with a sharp slap.

The sound was as sharp as the feel of it. You sobbed as the pain stung your skin, the right side of your face becoming numb from the harsh impact of it.

“Why are you doing this, Steve?” you asked again.

“Because I love you,” he answered again, “I know you love me, too, (Y/N).”

“No,” you exclaimed, “I don’t love you! I don’t love you! I don’t love you!” you sobbed.

“You will,” Something seemed to change within his eyes. No longer were there hints of green in his blue eyes, but something much darker… Something more sinister. You swallowed as you shrunk under his intense glare.

You exclaimed as he forced his lips against yours. Squeezing your jaw until he could slip his tongue into your mouth. You pushed against him, beating on his shoulders as he shoved his tongue further down your throat. He pulled away, breathless and flushed, a ghost of a content smile on his face. You gasped and tried to wiggle away once more, rolling onto your stomach as you did so. A yelp escapes you as you feel him grab your hips, pulling you back under him.

Steve puts his weight on you, trapping you underneath him as he begins to undress you. You try to roll onto your back, but his knee keeps you in place. You fight to keep your shirt on, knowing you wore nothing but your panties underneath it. But you were fighting blind. You kicked up, the heels of your feet hitting the backs of Steve’s strong thighs. He manhandles you easily as he rolls you onto your back, finally ridding you of your cotton shield.

Your hands went to your chest before he could. He pried your arms away, baring your breasts to him with a jerked jiggle. He licked his lips as he cupped and squeezed your breast. You flinched as if his touch had burned you, and in some sense, it had. Your eyes widened in shame as Steve blew on your nipples, the skin hardening into pointed peaks. He brings his lips to them, circling them with his tongue. Sucking, licking, pinching. You press your lips together to keep you from whimpering, and you close your eyes in hopes you can will him away. But your feeble defense attempts don’t last long.

Your eyes snap open as you feel his lips leave your breasts to trail kisses down to your navel, stopping at the band of your underwear.

“Please…” you beg. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as fresh tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes.

Steve smiles against your skin, “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/N). ‘M gonna make you feel so good, doll.”

You stifle a sob as you feel him slide your panties off past your ankles, his fingers scorching your skin as they explore back up between your thighs. Instinctively, you try to close your legs around his hands. But he doesn’t stop. Steve digs his fingers into the soft skin of your inner thighs as he forcefully spreads you wide. Your pussy on full display to him. You stiffen under his gaze, your face burning with shame as he stares in awe at your spread folds. He runs a finger from your clit to your entrance, dipping knuckle-deep into your channel. Your thighs flex as your body tenses at the intrusion. He adds another and languidly pumps them in and out, curling and scissoring them. You fight against the blossoming heat within your belly. Your shame grows as you hear the squelch of your wetness around his pumping fingers.

Steve presses a firm thumb to your clit and you cry out before you can stop yourself. He pumps his fingers into you harder, faster, as he pulls more moans and cries from your lips. You sob as you feel that coil deep within your belly begin to unravel with every stroke and pump. You fight against your own body as you keep yourself from teetering over the edge of pleasure, refusing to let yourself submit to him. But Steve had other plans for you. Suddenly, before you could register his movements, you felt his tongue against your most intimate area. You mewled and curled your toes as he fucked you with his tongue, his thumb never stopping their firm and fast circles against your clit. You sobbed as your body convulsed with white-hot pleasure, and before you could stop yourself, you came on his tongue with a loud, dragged out moan.

You sniffled as you cried, but whether it was from the intensity of your orgasm or your shame and fear, you didn’t know. The lines were starting to blur for you.

Steve gently kissed around your folds before crawling up over you. He held your face and forced your lips to his once more before he began to undress, leaving the taste of yourself on your tongue as he pulled away with a wet smack. He unclothed himself, then. Stripping himself of his spangled-stars and red and white stripes. He looked down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, and a breathless quirk of his lips.

You were limp as he folded you to his needs. Bringing your bent and spread knees to your chest as he took himself in his hands. His length stood tall and proud, the tip swollen and leaking down this thick shaft with anticipation. Your legs flinched as they tried to close on their own. You choked on a sob as he wrenched them apart. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him tap your pussy with his cock, running the tip up and down your folds as he wet himself with your soaking arousal until finally, he pressed himself into your entrance. You let out a strained whine as he slammed into you.

Steve’s eyes were shut and mouth slightly agape as he hisses at your tightness. His hips thrust in excitement as you clench around him. You whimper again as he slides out, just to slam himself back in. Your body jolts with every lust-driven thrust. He slides his hands under you and brings them to hold onto your shoulders, bringing you down to meet his every forceful thrust. The sound of skin slapping and lewd moans fill your bedroom, your sweat sheen bodies glowing under the moonlight. Steve speeds up, mercilessly hammering that hidden sweet spot that makes you scream and clench around his cock. You spasm and shake as Steve forces another orgasm from you.

“Tell me you love me,” he pants.

You shake your head, pushing on his shoulders as the realization of your situation comes crashing back into you.

His hand wraps around your throat as he pounds into you harder than before, “Say it, (Y/N).”

You scratch at his hand as your vision begins to dot and blacken, “I–I love you…”

“Louder,” he demands, “‘I love you, Steve’, say it, doll, I wanna hear you say it.” he moans.

“I love you, Steve,” you choke out.

He releases his grip on you then, and you cough and gasp for air. His rhythm becomes erratic as his hips drive into you with renewed vigor, “Again.”

“I love you, Steve,” you moan.

His body jerks as his hips stutter to a stop. Steve comes with your name on his lips, and you whined as you felt his warmth flood inside of you. He panted above you, his hips languidly thrusting as his abdomen clenched with his drawn out release. He pulled out of you and collected the spunk that leaked from your weeping cunt on his fingers. He brought them to your lips and forced you to suck them clean.

“I love you, too, doll. Forever and ever,”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*тαgℓιѕт*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧: @hoosier-daddi

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Cold Summer | Aldo Raine x gn!reader

@chubbyboyinflannel asked: "Have I ever told you how much I like it when you do that?" With Aldo please

Thank you

summary: cold June nights give you and Aldo a chance to talk a little.

tws: swearing

It was cold, you could feel the icy grip moving further and further through your body as you laid on the ground, able to see dewdrops on the grass blades in front of your face as you tried desperately to get some sleep; all around you, the Basterds were snoring. None louder than Donny, clutching his baseball bat to his chest as he used his leather jacket as a pillow. You wondered how they could be so peaceful while a chill was slowly taking over as the night wore on.

Behind you, you could feel Aldo trying to get some rest, grumbling as he tossed and turned, but eventually, he sat up, resting his arm on his knee as he looked down at you and whispered. "Please tell me you can't fuckin' sleep, either."

You turned over so that you were on your back and shook your head as you looked up to meet his gaze. "No, been trying since we put the fire out."

He nodded, slumped back down so that he was beside you, and huffed. "Wanna share a little warmth?"

You thought about it, thought about how his jacket and his trousers may feel abrasive through your clothes, and wondered how you were meant to get comfortable, but eventually you nodded; you knew what he liked, you knew to get yourself positioned so that your face was against his neck and your hands were on his chest, your legs between his.

He smiled a little as he laid one hand between your shoulder blades, the other on your ass. "Have I ever told you how much I like it when you do that?"

You smiled, nodding as you pressed a kiss to his cold flesh. "A thousand times, Lieutenant."

Aldo hummed, starting to close his eyes as he felt a little warmer. "Well I'm gon' tell you again, I really like it when you do that. 'Specially when you do that thing with your hands."

"What?" You moved one hand so that it dipped through his clothes until you felt his chest, his heart thundering. "That?"

"Yeah, that," he murmured. "Say... next town we go through, wanna see if we can't get some blankets? Gettin' fuckin' cold out here and we can't fight if we're frozen half to death."

"We might have to dig foxholes if things get bad," you pointed out. "It's meant to be fucking June and yet we're stuck here freezing."

Aldo scoffed as he shifted a little, making you groan with protest. "We'll get 'em, and if we don't need 'em, we'll use 'em for, I dunno, patchin' up our clothes."

You nodded, you had to admit that it wasn't a terrible idea, although you were more occupied with trying to get comfortable, his knife's holster digging into your flesh a bit more than you would have preferred. "Can you take that damn thing off?"

"My trousers? All you had to do was-"

"The holster, Aldo." You deadpanned, quietly thanking him when he slit it off and allowed it to drop at his hips. "Say... when we get back home, are we gonna live in Tennessee?"

Aldo nodded. "Well, yeah. I got my place there. Bootleggin' moonshine and all that - gotta make a livin', (y/n)."

You nodded back, a little comforted by the thought. "And what about my family? You wanna meet 'em?"

"We've been goin' at this since we got here," he pointed out. "Of course I wanna meet 'em."

It was enough comfort to make you close your eyes as you thought about it; a home, a place where it was warm and safe and you didn't have to worry about anything except getting a glass to take spiders outside. A place where it was unlikely you would ever fear for the lives of others as well as your own. Somewhere safe. Hopefully your family would embrace Aldo, although you doubted it as his language was... less than polite with all the swearing, but you knew that they would warm up to him once they realised that he was decent, that was a good man.

Aldo was comforted by it as well, as he relaxed and dared to picture it all; a home for you both back where he had always lived, somewhere warm and welcoming, a place that he knew well but wanted to make new memories in. A place where he could sit back and relax with a cold beer after a hard day of work. Safe and warm. He thought your family wouldn't like him, that he would have to stop swearing and to try and change his accent, but he did have hope that once they knew who he was and the things he had done, that they would embrace him; he didn't think he was much good, but he knew that he was doing the right thing nonetheless. And that mattered more.

#mlem writes #aldo raine imagine #lt aldo raine #aldo raine x reader #aldo raine #inglorious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds imagine #inglorious basterds imagine #inglorious basterds #inglourious basterds

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stockholmdolly · 2 years

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Thank you for loving ME

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing? betrayal, Steve and Nat being assholes (yup, this blog is a We hate Steve&Nat blog lol) Bucky’s kind of angry at life.

Word count: 2,601

Summary: Two people with nothing in common, one is a socially awkward Y/AGE old who lives a content life, no friends and definitely no complications; the other one is a man running from his past, avoiding friendships and relationships for fear to being hurt again. They’ve been living next door to each other for 6 months and know nothing about the other, well, except her, who knows all about his sexcapades. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Who would've thought, it figures.

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. Did I start a new series without finishing the previous one? Hell yeah, but I almost finished with the other one and I posted ahead of scheduled, so I’m on time. Happy reading solecitos. Face claim: my wonderful friend @majo240820, I didn't want to use some model of IG, but I’ll change it every new chapter.

English is my 4th language and all mistakes are my own confused mind hahaha

I. 6A & 6B

Y/N’S POV

Walking to my apartment I hear my neighbor screaming, great, another one-night stand gone wrong, by this time I don’t know how this 6B guy hasn't already slept with the whole town, I’m not judging, he can do whatever with his body, but he is so rude to them, he always throws them like they are garbage and insult them, I mind my own business but…thin walls, I hate it.

Trying to open my door I hear the next door open, still with my head down, I don’t want to drag attention to the “all mine” neighbor, when his lady friend says:

“Fuck you Bucky, you said I was the most beautiful girl you had seen in a long time and want to keep me forever”, said the girl in front of 6B’s door.

“Come on Stacy “

“I’m not Stacy jackass, I’m Stephanie”, she snorts leaning against the door frame to put on her shoes.

“Stacy, that’s what I called you”, he rolled his eyes, obviously tired of the drama. “I'm sorry, but honestly, if you believe all the nice words all the guys tell you, you are going to be in a lot of beds with who you think is your Prince Charming”. A strong slap is sent his way.

There’s silence and my dumb keys chose that moment to fall from my hands. I was sweating a lot feeling sorry for Stacy…Stephanie.

“What are you looking for, 6A?” Bucky said.

“I…I’m sorry, I wasn't, I’m not looking at you” I hate how shy I can be around strangers. I’m not a people person, so I feel really awkward when I’m the center of attention.

“You’ve something to tell me? “, he said.

My mind was torn between telling him no or finally calling him for all his absurd noises at ungodly hours of the night.

“Actually yeah", verbal vomit it is, "I think you’re an idiot and if you plan to sleep with the entire town, you could at least be polite to them, you know, and pick some decent time when your next-door neighbor, who have to work early, don’t have to spend the night hearing your moans and pointless “love confessions”.” I will pay for this moment of bravery.

“Aww Peach, are you jealous? If you want some of this", he says gesturing to his body, "you just have to ask, you know?” says the little shit biting his bottom lip.

“Oh my god, are you serious? I’m sorry Stacy I tried to defend you but I can’t deal with 6B for more than 5 minutes”, I said as I picked up my keys and opened my door.

“I’m Stepha..whatever, bye jackass, you can choke on a dick and die”, she turned around and started walking towards the stairs.

I took that as my cue to enter the safety of my apartment, it’s been already 20 minutes since I arrived. My dad must be freaking out by now without my “I’m here” text. I closed the door before 6B could say anything else, I’m really tired, I just want to put on some nice PJ’s and pass out.

My apartment is nice, I have two bedrooms, one is my makeshift dance room and the other one is my bedroom. I have a beautiful view. The only downside is…6B. He moved 6 months ago, and that day my torture began, I believe I’m paying some cosmical karma for not helping my mom with the dishes when I was 10 y/o, but it’s been 6 months, I don’t know what else I did do to deserve this. It’s the parties on weekends. I'm not uptight but I work from 14 to 21 hours almost every day. My only day off is Wednesday, and most importantly I need 9 or more hours of sleep every day or I will have a bad migraine the next day; the moaning, panting and chanting of names through the night, almost every night, at this point, I’m more worried about him and the ladies he brings, maybe they have unknown sexual diseases, I'm always thinking about names for new STD’s when I’m awake listening to their sexcapades, maybe 6B or peaches (although I don't want to ruin peaches for everyone), I'm still thinking of names, I was still thinking about the events of the night when my phone starts ringing…my dad, I forgot to send him the message.

“Hi dad”, I reply in the sugariest voice I have.

“Y/N did you see the time? Why aren’t you at home? I agreed to give you your space and independence but you have to tell me whenever you are at home”, he sounds really worried, I don’t blame him, I’m a Y/AGE woman living by herself, even in this nice neighborhood you never know.

“I’m sorry dad, I had a run-in with 6B and one of his lady friends”, I said.

“That deadbeat neighbor? Did he say something to you? I told you he’s a basket case. Hopefully after his 6 months contract the landlord kicks him out, with all the complaints about his noise, I feel hopeful”, he said.

“Come on dad, we must be nice to everyone, we don’t know what he’s going through”, I hear my dad sigh and he stays quiet for a while.

“Monkey, you’re too good for this world, there are people who will not change no matter how good you are with them”

“Okay, I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow dad”, I hung up before we fight about how I always see the good in people and how I love to give everyone a second chance.

I started my nightly routine, shower, dinner, skin care, reading for a bit and sleeping. That’s life, you may think it’s boring but I’m happy with it. I made peace with myself a long time ago. Working with dad is one of the simplest things, maybe I couldn’t get to finish my Uni but I’m working, I’m making my own money and living on my own, it is a simple life but I can't ask for more.

BUCKY’S POV

“Fuck”, another day, my head hurts, I feel nauseous, hate hangovers but it’s the only way I could go on with my day without thinking of them. Them, how a friendship of so many years ended this way, there’s only one word that can describe it…BETRAYAL. They both play me like their fucking toy for so many years, they both knew how I felt about them, I was always there for both, through thick and thin, heartbreaks, crushes, tutoring, available 24/7. Didn’t act on my feelings because I loved them both and it was better to have them as my friends, they both knew how bad I fell for the other…Steve knew I was in love with Natasha and vice versa; they always encouraged me to tell the other my feelings, til one day, when I was supposed to meet Steve at his house to study for our finals. His mom let me in as usual, I was like another son to her, I was about to enter Steve’s room when I heard…moaning, at first, I thought he was jerking off, typical of Steve, but then I heard a woman say “I bet you're never going to feel this with your little crush, James”, she said.

“Fuck, Nat, you’re such a bitch, my little redhead cockwhore, I’m cumming baby, where do you want it?”, Steve growled.

“Inside me daddy, fill me up”, said the voice that I now knew was Natasha.

I was in shock, but for some reason I couldn’t move, I was there, just listening to their moans, with tears in my eyes, I should have turn around and left, but I stayed there, and the final nail in the coffin was what they said when they finished their deeds, “hurry up Nat, Bucky is coming to help me with my Math test”, I clearly heard.

“Ugh, Steven, when are you going to ditch him, he’s so annoying, I can’t stand him anymore, with her heart eyes to you and me, always following us around like a lost puppy”.

“We need him babe, without him we were never going to graduate, only these last exams and we’re free from uni and him, finally”.

“You’re right baby, just a couple of weeks, I love you Steve”, that made me move, I ran out of that house and out of their lives forever, of course they tried to contact me the first weeks, they needed me to helped them study, they missed their toy puppet, but I ignored them since that day. They took the hint, and stopped calling and texting. I graduated and left New York, the damage was already done, after that I couldn’t trust anyone anymore, not for friendship and even less for a relationship.

My only regret is leaving my family, my parents and sister never knew why I ran away. I pushed everyone around me, I didn't want anything related to that part of my life. I needed a way out and when they accepted me at the job I currently have without as much as a zoom interview, I knew it was my excuse to leave. I came here 6 months ago. I'm working in a publishing house. I hate that job, it's not even what I studied, but I need the money to live.

The one night stands tho? They are an easy way to let out all my stress and needs, I’m still a human being you know. I started going to bars and clubs picking up willing men and women and I’m alright, I promise myself I'll never let anyone in again. I don’t need anyone to break my heart or betray me again.

” Damn, it’s already 9.30”, I hurry the hell up, no time for a shower just a quick breakfast and off we go.

This town is quiet, I mean everything is quiet if you compare it to NYC, but I needed to leave, I don’t want to see them again.

I arrived and my boss immediately made eye contact with me. I tried to avoid him but it was too late, after all I should have arrived at 8:00. “Barnes, can I see you in my office?”, he said.

“Sure, thing sir”, I hate him, he’s about my age and he is my boss, I walk to his office and enter, everything is well decorated and so neat, I almost envy him.

“This is the second time this week you’ve late Barnes”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I had an emergency”, I said while rolling my eyes.

“I don’t care, it’s the second time this week, I’ve given you too many warnings, I’m going to have to let you go”

“Alright, it’s not like I want this job anyways”, I just wanted to get out of there, if he fucking fire me, why is he giving me a lecture.

“You’re going to get paid for this month, good luck on everything Barnes”

I left his office, went to my desk and grabbed the things I had and walked the fuck out of there. Stupid job, I didn’t want it, it isn’t what I studied, ugh, I need a drink or three. After all, I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.

NO ONE’S POV

Bucky went home, had a quick bite to eat and went to the first of many bars that night. He was a loner in general, but when he was drinking, he liked to pick up fights with everyone looking at him the wrong way.

And that’s what happened, someone asked for him to move one seat, he didn’t want to, he pushed the guy away and shit hit the fan, they ended up kicking him out of the third bar of the night, bloodied and barely with the ability to walk.

He walked home without a girl for the first time in months, but drunk out of his ass. He stumbled all the way to his apartment, made it to his floor and that’s when this story begins, how two people with nothing in common learned to accept themselves, forgive the past and probably make a future.

But life isn’t a fairy tale…there are no always happy endings

#Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Hi! Could you do SFW and NSFW relationship headcanons for Raphael and Hubert, please?

(P.S. I swear I sent this in a few weeks ago but you must not have gotten it. I am mortified at the chance I accidentally sent it to another blog!)

Your timing is incredible- your request was literally the next one on my list haha :3 So no worries, it got to the right place! I'm just still catching up a bit lol. Let's talk Raph and Hubie!

Raphael, Hubert x GN Reader

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Raphael:

- Raphael is such an absolute sweetie as a boyfriend. He's very nurturing and just a healthy level of protective, but he also knows that he's not perfect and is willing to listen to you when you need something different from him, or just to vent. He's also endlessly uplifting, always instinctively looking on the bright side of things and eager to open up that sunny perspective to share with you.

- As we all know, the way to Raph's heart is through his stomach. If you're even a little skilled in the kitchen, you've got an easy in to spending time with him whenever you like. If you're not much of a cook, he's happy to be a taste-tester until you've got it figured out. Though it's not like his palette is incredibly refined, so you might not get the most nuanced feedback.

- It is essential that you meet his little sister's approval- it's practically like courting a single father. Her happiness is his utmost priority, so one day when she mentions off hand that she can't wait for you all to spend time together again, he practically starts tearing up and warmth fills his chest. Knowing that you get along with the other most important person in his life just reaffirms his affections for you a thousand fold.

- His idea of a date pretty much always involves food, and with his energetic and warm personality, those kinds of dates are easy to enjoy. If you suggest other ideas though, while he might not be sure it's his "thing" at first, he'll quickly find something to get excited about and invested in. Besides, when he's with you, he has a hard time caring about anything but watching you just be your wonderful self, all with a wide, goofy smile on his face.

Hubert:

- Hubert quietly dotes on you. His love language is absolutely acts of service. This is largely because he finds it so hard to believe- practically disorienting- that you'd want to be with him of all people. As such, he does everything in his power to ensure that you're provided for. You may not even realize the lengths he's willing to go to for some time, as he has a habit of doing helpful or sweet things for you without your knowledge. Maybe it takes a vaguely threatening "chat" with some disrespectful knave who's been trying to get your attention, or perhaps there's a tear in your favorite shirt that he has sent to be repaired without ever mentioning it. Hubert doesn't seek praise- only your happiness.

- that said... He does absolutely melt when you do praise or compliment him. He does his best to appear stoic, but his face turns bright red when you tell him how lucky you are to be with someone so considerate and conscientious. Funnily, when he's riding high on his adoration for you (whatever you would call Hubert's version of feeling warm and fuzzy), not much changes other than that he's less conversational, appearing exceptionally introspective. The truth is just that he can't stop thinking of you and this bizarre feeling you've nurtured in him.

- he will NEVER admit this and will strike fear into the soul of any who would suggest it- but when others give him romantic advice, he does take note. When Edelgard suggests he have flowers sent to you for no particular reason, or Ferdinand recommends he take you riding through the countryside on a particularly lovely day, he does consider them and possibly even follow through.

- listen. The first time Hubert returns to his quarters from a late night "mission" to see you waiting up for him, struggling to stay awake to greet him and make sure he's okay, he's just... A puddle. He holds you so close and so tight, resting his face in your hair without a word. He's simply so overwhelmed that he should ever be so fortunate as to be welcomed home by someone he loves.

NSFW 18+ v

Raphael:

- Raph is a Big Boy and a Strong Boy, and those two facts are never more relevant than when things start getting heated. He's had one or two prior sexual partners (people from his hometown who came onto him- he enjoyed it well enough, but he's WAY more into it after falling for you), so he generally knows what he's doing, but likes a bit of guidance. He worries a lot about hurting you, but also enjoys showing off his strength and stamina for you- so letting you set the pace tends to work best overall.

- He openly loves it when you compliment his muscles and physique, reminding him of just how big and strong he is compared to you and how easily he lifts and positions you. Hearing it from your lips energizes him and makes him more determined than ever to pleasure you and take care of any and all of your needs. He's a bit clumsy about some of the finer operations involved- but honestly, sometimes it's hot enough just to feel his large and powerful fingers spreading you open. It's hard to lament his lack of dexterity when he can so easily fill you and reach your every sensitive spot at once.

- He's really not much one for power-play, or any kind of spicy roleplay. He simply doesn't see the point. Raphael would always rather just tell you openly how amazing and gorgeous you are as you ride his big, thick cock. You're so small even when you're above him, and he can't help wanting to hold you as your stretched out little hole takes him again and again.

- Raphael can resist cumming for a long time for the privilege of getting to fuck as many orgasms out of you as possible. He's got some impressive stamina. He'll lift and reposition you several times, then very carefully ease his huge member back into you, giving you plenty of time to acclimate to him filling you up from a new angle. There's no question that you'll be satisfied by the time he finally cums- but once he's done, he's done. Raphael cums hard, and a good volume, and once he's ridden out his climax, all he wants is to cuddle you on his broad chest and maybe share a snack, then drift off for a nap together.

Hubert:

- I've talked about some general spicy ideas for Hubie before in the past, so definitely check my masterlist for those (I love this miserable bastard so fucking much-). Overall, I see him as a classic, domineering Dom in the bedroom. Hubert needs a certain level of control over everything in his life to feel even a little at-ease, and intimacy is no exception. It won't take long into a relationship with him for it to become clear that he's happiest and most satisfied when you're a good, docile little pet for him.

- It's not extremely obvious at first, but Hubert's body is very sensitive and very touch-shy, simply due to lack of exposure. He's had a few sexual partners, though largely for pragmatic, political purposes, so the experience of being with you and wanting so badly to be truly intimate with you is completely new to him. Add this to the fact that, at his core, he still believes you deserve so much better than he could ever give you in all things, and you've got yourself a complex over-thinker in your bed. This is part of why dominating you is so soothing to him. When you're his personal needy kitten, he can direct you as he pleases, catering your treatment to his comfort level.

- Hubert gets very invested in the finer details of your submission. He takes great care to select a collar custom made for you, and will manage everything from your posture to your line of sight to when you're allowed to cum. He does not suffer brats; misbehaving will result in literal hours of punishment, and you're lucky if it only amounts to spanking. He's much more likely to tie you, or even magically restrain you on his bed completely exposed (or in a shamefully erotic outfit) and tease your clit/head of your cock until tears wet your eyes and you beg him to be allowed to cum.

- That all said, if you're a very, very good pet for him- or if you're someone a bit more shy or anxious in bed, he is capable of being a very soft and caring Dom. This even surprises him, but he can't help brushing a gloved hand to your cheek as you take his cock into your pretty lips, and he murmurs, "That's right, my dearest, just like that. You're doing wonderfully- just a little longer for me and I swear that I'll satisfy you."

#raphael kirsten #hubert von vestra #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #feh #raphael x reader #hubert x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem smut #fluff and smut #fire emblem headcanons

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 41: Embrace

"Potter," Malfoy greeted with a nod, walking past him as though Harry wasn't the host of the baby shower and going straight over to Hermione. Harry watched as he greeted her with a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek before taking a step back and putting his hands on her swollen belly. "I still think that you should name her after a constellation."

"We don't even know that it's a her," Hermione laughed.

Ron wandered over and Malfoy rested his hand on his shoulder for a moment as he said, "It's a her. I have a sixth sense about this sort of thing," he added with a wink.

"We're still not naming her after a constellation," Ron said. "How pretentious do you think we-"

Luna coming through the door interrupted him watching Malfoy cozying up to his two best friends. "Oh, hello, Harry," she said, before tilting her head in that peculiar way of hers, "I see you're being plagued by the jimmiricks."

"Sorry, the what?" he asked politely.

"Jimmiricks," she repeated, "They've pronounced all of those feelings of longing and rejection," he said, patting his arm conciliatorily and flouncing away before giving him a chance to respond.

"I haven't got feelings of longing and rejection!" he called after her, ignoring the weird look that one of the women who worked in the justice department with Hermione sent his way.

It was a lie. He knew it and Luna probably did, too, thanks to whatever wacky little creature she could see. He'd be way more inclined to believe that she was nuts if she wasn't always right.

He turned, his eyes immediately seeking out that shock of blond hair, frowning as he watched as Malfoy laughed at something Ginny said, resting his hand lightly on her forearm. Luna slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist and he smiled, clasping his hand over her arms and looking over his shoulder at her.

And it wasn't that Harry felt like Malfoy rejected him outright, it was just that he was the only person Malfoy wouldn't touch.

(Read more below the cut)

They'd all been friends for five years and the most willing contact that Harry had ever received was a stiff handshake toward the beginning when Malfoy and Ron had become auror partners and then friends.

He hadn't really noticed at first but Harry had watched him, as he was wont to do, and the fact of the matter was that Malfoy was always touching someone but that someone was never Harry.

"Thanks so much for this, Harry," Hermione said, distracting him from his increasingly circular thoughts.

"Of course!" he replied, shoving his thoughts back into the dark corner they'd emerged from. "I'm happy to," he added. "Ready to start the shower games?"

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Shower games went as well as shower games can go, really, until they got to the diaper derby.

"So, let's partner up," Harry called, "Then when I say go, one partner uses the roll of toilet paper to make a diaper on the other. Ron and Hermione are obviously the judges." He waved his arms, "go find a partner."

It took a few minutes but eventually it became clear that there was an odd number of people. Malfoy was left standing somewhat awkwardly without a partner.

"Errm," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you want to, um, you know?"

Malfoy smirked at him, "I would like to um, you know."

"Shut up," Harry replied without any heat, feeling embarrassed and awkward and why had he thought this game was a good idea? "Umm," he said, "you have two minutes, begin."

"Right," Malfoy said when Harry turned to face him, "I have a better fashion sense than you, so you are wearing the diaper."

Before Harry could protest, Malfoy was holding the roll of toilet paper to Harry's waist and Harry froze.

Malfoy was touching him. Willingly. And sure, it was for the purpose of a game, but still, he could have just insisted on sitting out.

"Relax," Malfoy huffed, "I won't bite."

"Right," Harry said, not relaxing one bit. Malfoy was touching him rather intimately, all things considered, it was better to keep himself still and focused lest he embarrass himself any further.

"Right," Malfoy repeated, sounding resigned and disappointed, and Harry didn't quite know what to do with that.

The two minutes seemed to somehow last for an eternity and end in the blink of an eye. Harry could scarcely pay attention to the judging. They didn't win but they didn't lose either, and as Harry was about to turn and congratulate Malfoy, Luna floated over to them and said, "oh, Draco, I see that Harry's jimmiricks have infested you as well."

Harry's head whipped to look over at the other man.

"Jimmiricks?" he asked.

"They amplify feelings of longing and rejection," Harry murmured.

Malfoy's mouth popped open and he looked like he might have replied but Ron interrupted, clapping them both on the back and congratulating them.

"Excuse me for a minute," Malfoy muttered before disappearing.

"What did you do?" Ron asked.

"Me?!" Harry asked incredulously.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Spill."

"It's not me!" Harry protested. "Malfoy's the one with the problem with touching me."

Ron's eyes widened, and if it's weren't for the nature of this conversation, Harry would have found it comical. "That is a lot of information-"

"Not like that!" He ran his hands through his hair, "He just is always casually touching everyone except me."

"And why do you think that is, mate?" he asked.

He shook his head, "Because he hates me. Because I spent too long antagonizing him and now-"

"That's not it," Ron interrupted him. "Just go and talk to him," he said, nudging Harry toward the balcony window that Malfoy had escaped through.

Steeling himself, Harry made his way out onto the balcony. "Hey," he said awkwardly as he stepped outside.

"Don't," Malfoy said without looking at him, "just leave it. Luna's just-"

"Yeah," Harry said, stepping up and leaning on the railing next to the other man. "It would be easy to think that she's just a little bit unhinged except that-"

"She's always right," Malfoy finished with a sigh.

"You touch everyone except me," Harry said, the words rushing out without his permission. "All the time, you are like a super tactile individual. Except when it's me. That's what my jimmricks are about."

He scoffed, "Well, I wouldn't want to soil your perfect, savior image."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Malfoy said, "Just that you've made it quite clear that you don't want me to touch you."

"What? How?"

Malfoy turned and glared at him, his silver eyes flashing, "What is this, Potter? You know damn well that you stiffen up every time I am near you. I see you with your friends, with literally everyone else, but whenever I am around you're quiet and you're always watching me. And then there was whatever the hell that was in there. Your body language is anything but inviting."

"Wait," Harry said, "you've got this all wrong-"

"Then explain it to me!" Draco hissed, "because it's exhausting being attracted to someone who hates you and spending every second that you are in their presence wishing that the earth would just swallow you whole so that you don't have to see their disdain for you."

"It's not disdain," Harry murmured, reaching out and touching Draco's hand, his fingers brushing lightly against Draco's. "It is literally anything but disdain for you. I spend every moment of the time we spend in close proximity to one another wishing that I was anyone but me."

"What?"

Harry shook his head, "Draco I am dying for you to touch me. Not in like a creepy way," he hastened to add. Then, "Not that I'd be opposed to like-" he broke off, rubbing a hand over his mouth. "Suffice it to say, I am attracted to you, too. And very unopposed to you touching me."

The corner of Draco's lips twitched, "So, you don't hate me?"

"Godric, no," Harry said, huffing a laugh. "I thought you hated me."

Draco bit his lower lip and shook his head slowly.

"So, would you maybe like to go out sometime?" Harry asked.

"Yes, he would," Ron said from the doorway to the balcony, startling them both. "Sorry to interrupt, but 'Mione couldn't find the spinner for the next game."

"Right," Harry said, just remembering that they were in the middle of a baby shower for his future god child. "Right, sorry," he said, "I'll be right in."

Ron nodded and disappeared back inside.

"Sorry," Harry said.

Draco shook his head, "Don't be." He leaned forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth. "Yes, I would like to go out sometime."

"How's tonight?" Harry breathed.

Draco smiled at him, "The works for me," he said, then he added, eyes twinkling with mischief, "Maybe I can show you just how much I have been wanting to touch you, too."

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Day 40: Hesitant | Day 42: Sensitive

#drarry #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets #getting together #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #my writing #day 41 #thanks for the prompt anon!#enjoy!

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lavandermin · 3 years

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if all stars fell at once (3) | xiao

pairing | xiao/reader

word count | 3.8k

genre | fluff, light angst, developing relationship, overall domestic

warnings | eventual smut, nightmares

Dark and suffocating. Every corner had entities reaching to restrain you. You were panicked, running down unknown streets despite lead-heavy legs— despite not being able to scream. Like a thick syrup, the stress crept into your chest, filling your lungs as your eyes darted back and forth looking for an answer, a way out.

This warped reconstruction of memories and experiences with sinister manifestations was never ending. A second weighed on you like a century; trapped in the box of dreams conjured by your mind.

The Sea of Clouds was nothing more than a desolate wasteland. Buildings you'd known for years looked unsettling with details that were a little off— stairs that led to nowhere, the shadowy forms that lurked in the deepest corners of your peripheral vision… This was the inescapable circumstance of the environment your mind constructed. Like a labyrinth of the mind that left a sense of impending peril. Though there wasn’t a soul that could be found in any of the deepest recesses of the harbor, there was an ever-present feeling of being followed— watched.

Something was after you. Down deserted streets and abandoned alleyways the ambiguous figures followed you. By the ominous presence of a colorless sky above the harbor, you knew anything encountered here would not seek to be well-intentioned. And still knowing this was nothing but a nightmare, there was always something that filled you with paralyzing trepidation at finding out what fate awaited you if the evil entities consumed you.

Fear of the unknown.

It was always like this. Yet you could never stop the suffocating dread that enveloped your form and drove you forward as adrenaline fueled your heavy limbs.

With legs fighting to continue forward, you take a sharp turn to increase the distance between yourself and the malevolent figures inching closer.

‘I’m scared.’ But your thoughts echoed helplessly around you.

The entities dripped with malice, pouring out of cracks in the buildings and trudging through the stone paths. No longer holding a cohesive form, they began to merge and fight to walk over each other to reach the nightmare’s victim.

You tightly squeezed your eyes shut, body seized with recoiling anxiety. But nothing came. Instead, there was a gentle hand that placed itself on your shoulder.

‘I’m here,’ Xiao’s voice reassured. He pulled you towards him, delicately holding you in a protective embrace. There was an immediate shift in the air around you. ‘I won’t allow them to hurt you anymore.’

Behind him, you could begin to see the harbor chip away into ashen particles that glowed wispily. The dark entities seemed to melt away, seeping into the cracks and grooves of the cobblestone like a murky syrup.

Your body became light and airy in his hold, and you wanted nothing more than to stay in his safety for all eternity. Now more at ease, you slowly raised your clouded gaze to meet his golden irises, firm and reassuring.

‘May this nightmare release you from its hold.’

Tenderly, Xiao pressed his lips to your forehead and the crumbling mind-space around you was forgotten. It was as if the nightmare was unraveled and recondensed within the palm of his hand, and left you feeling like a wave of drowsiness settled in to fill it’s absence. Everything went blank, feeling like you succumbed to another slumber within your slumber.

Euphoric and warm. Finally, peace found you for a restful sleep.

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Distant hums of mourning doves and the tranquil drips of raindrops playing melodies on puddle surfaces greeted Qingce Village as morning settled in. The sky was grey yet maintained bright as the sun still managed to break through much of the condensed clouds. The sluggish morning greeted you with a breath of ease.

With a stretch and a yawn, you peered one eye open. Across the room, you spotted Xiao seated against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as his head slowly nodded off to the side. He was dozing off, if not already asleep. Had he stayed the whole night? You clutched the warm blankets a little tighter around your cozied-up form, eyes fluttering shut to try and recall your dream.

...Nothing.

No matter how much you tried to recall anything, even the vague feeling of the dream, ultimately you were left empty-handed. Though it wouldn’t be the first time that you woke up being unable to recall a dream, this time felt deliberate. There was a distinct feeling lingering in the back of your mind you couldn’t quite describe. You could only imagine that it meant the nightmare was eaten as Xiao mentioned.

You glanced back over at the dozed off yaksha, his face peaceful and loose stands endearingly strewn about his face. When he had first mentioned dream eating a few nights ago, you got the feeling he was a little reluctant to do so. Despite his usual calm, aloof demeanor, there was some body language you learned to pick up on. Xiao is never one to lie to you, as he is curt and blunt in his own polite way, so you could only hope he wasn’t putting himself in danger with this.

You force the spiral of thoughts away before it festers any longer. No use getting in your head about it. It would only worry you sick if you kept deliberating. And much like Xiao is straightforward, perhaps you, too, should just ask him about it. You’d think about it.

With quiet movements so as to not disturb the sleeping adeptus, you waddled over draped in warm covers to put around him.

‘He looks really tuckered out,’ you noted, brows furrowing ever so slightly with momentary worry.

The moment you crouched down to brush a strand of hair out of his face, his hand quickly shot out to grab your wrist. His golden eyes opened frantically, narrowing momentarily at the sudden disturbance only to be met with your startled whimper and remorseful expression.

“I–I’m sorry to scare you awake!” you apologized hurriedly. Upon seeing it was only you and not an enemy, his expression returned to a more neutral state as he released his deafening grip on your wrist. “I thought you might be cold sitting on the floor so… I…”

Xiao wordlessly eyed the large blanket that practically swallowed your entire form and trailed behind you. It made you look so tiny in comparison.

He eyed the way your fingers absentmindedly massaged where he gripped with a little too much force. Concern settled in, and his gloved fingers gently reached out to check the tender flesh.

“Your wrist— did I injure you?” His eyes searched your face intently for any hint of pain or discomfort.

It only tingled, the prior pressure lingering and slowly subsiding. You shook your head, gingerly draping half of the blanket over him and huddling up next to him. He didn’t protest the gesture, the gentleness of your actions becoming something Xiao’s grown fond of.

You offered him a reassuring smile. “No, I’m okay. I startled you pretty badly… Were you having a bad dream?”

He hummed, pensive as he leaned his head back to thump softly against the wall. “Adepti don’t dream. When a mortal dream is consumed, it lingers in fragments that soon disappear not long after. I can only briefly be part of that dream as a means to get rid of it, so it’s as close to dreaming as I can experience.”

Perhaps dreams were akin to adeptal realms, and he left such inferences at that. His only goal was to rid you of the nightmares that resurfaced as of late.

“I see...” You contemplated, both perplexed and enthralled by this ability Xiao had proven to possess. And though you didn’t actually witness it, the inability to remember last night’s dream was proof enough that it worked. “So, does that mean you got rid of one of my nightmares?”

“Yes. It’s fragments are mostly gone.”

With a looming sense of guilt, you asked, “Are they scary? The nightmares, I mean.”

“No,” he responded without second thought. Considering his past— the likes of which you were still vastly unfamiliar with— any nightmares he had consumed were few and far in between. “Nightmares are conjured by the mortal mind as visual human fears. Often adepti will not be able to experience this except for myself through dreams I consume, but I’m not afraid of what I encounter. No matter what I see, I know it’s only an illusion. The feeling of the dream only lingers similar to the taste of food.”

You felt like a curious child; asking too many questions about something that piqued your interest. Still, Xiao entertained you all the same, answering your questions about dream eating with all the patience in the world. It made for a nice morning chat on such a drowsy day made to be spent huddled under warm covers.

The sparkling glint your eyes held as you hung on every word, or the way your soft, pink lips parted slightly with a silent gasp as he elaborated— it never tired him. It made his chest ache sweetly with that recurring feeling. Perhaps if his range of emotions were similar to yours, he would be smiling like he biggest love-struck fool right now.

“So, think about it, okay?” You finished with a beaming grin.

Oh. You had been talking. How long had he been distracted? He can’t even remember the last thing you said, too busy sorting out his mind. The adeptus could only blink confusedly at you as you stood up, hands on your hips lacking admonishment with the amused smile that quirked the edges of your lips up.

Rare was the moment you would catch the highly-attentive Conqueror of Demons off guard. Though his face remained neutral, you didn’t miss the momentary bewilderment in his eyes when he wasn’t sure how to respond. You took that as cue that his mind had momentarily drifted elsewhere.

“I said I wanted to repay you for helping me with the nightmare issue, but you seemed distracted. Did you fall asleep with your eyes open?” you jokingly teased as you waved your hand in front of his face.

Xiao averted his gaze, lightly scoffing, “Don’t be absurd. Adepti have no need for sleep. And payment isn’t necessary— I did this because I wanted to.”

There are many things you know about Xiao, and perhaps twice as many more things you had yet to learn about him. Your knowledge was already far surpassing what most mortals knew of him, but your advantage lay within the boundaries of a more personal relationship with an adeptus— a true rarity indeed. However, the subtle shade of scarlet twinging his ears as he hid his composed facade behind dark teal hair… there was no doubting it, much to his unvoiced chagrin.

Ah, you noted, so he’s embarrassed.

A relationship, unclearly defined by little gestures and subtlety in words that were mere whispers of deeper pining. There were complex feelings at hand, but the universe would show kindness and move for you both at the pace needed to meet each other halfway. Not rushed, but never stagnant. It was achingly slow and sweet to share moments of vulnerability among each other, here within walls that weren’t privy to prying eyes. And it was moments like this that fell into a rhythm— a wavelength— that seemed to pull an invisible string connecting you both together.

You didn’t tease him for the embarrassed pinks on his cheek, and for that he was grateful.

“Still, I want to do something for you.” You stopped him before he could protest, turning at the door frame of your washroom. “I’m doing this because I want to. It can be anything you want, as long as it makes you happy.”

With that, the door clicked shut and he was left with his lips parted in quiet bewilderment. Distant sounds of running water filled the deafening silence as he sat back with a deep sigh. Adepti are the ones relied on for favors and wishes. How strange— to have a mortal so readily offer to fulfil an adeptus’s curiosities with your limited capabilities. To bring him happiness… Something he didn’t see any benefit in, nor did he think he was capable of feeling happiness.

Xiao thought deeper into it, analyzing what exactly it was that filled him with a strange unease. Something that made him happy…

Happiness. He scoffed at himself at the mere thought. He was made to kill, to defend the land by any means necessary. His happiness… It was never a factor in his contract. It played no greater role in how swiftly he cut down blighted monsters. Happiness was not the weapon he relied on in the face of evil he vanquished. So, why was he giving himself a headache trying to figure out what made him feel happiness? An emotion he wasn’t very familiar with to begin with.

Here you were, showing— what? Mortal arrogance? No. His perceptiveness as an adepti was far too knowing, and perhaps the truth was what puzzled him more. What you showed him was genuine kindness, and perhaps a shred of naivete you clung onto.

He found himself warm with amusement when he thought about it— about how you treated him like you would any human. Where most would tremble at the sight of him or treat him with the reverent idolization that mortals do, you were instead treating him like one would a close friend. And maybe, if it were anyone else, he would see it as blatant disrespect. But if it’s you— since it’s you, he oddly sees no reason to raise a fuss about it despite himself.

It was a nice change of pace to feel at ease around you. A lighthearted reverie of mundane human life, and a moment of freedom from the heartache that burdened him as an adeptus.

Languidly, he scanned the room with unfocused amber eyes, your distant hums echoing in a muffled melody from beyond the other room. The glaze lilies from the other night had been moved to the desk by a window, the closed buds subtly glowing as they picked up on muffled hums of wordless songs and opened up shyly to your song.

Much like it’s difficult to find the right harmony favored by the delicate flower, Xiao wondered what made you bloom… and decided he would find happiness in figuring out your melody.

——

You blinked, mouth wordlessly opening and closing just the same. The words even made you fumble with your needle as you were stitching some intricate embroidery.

Finally gaining some composure, you cleared your throat but still ended up stuttering out, “W–Wait, I– Um– Could you…run that by me again?”

He had returned later that same day, when the moon was high in the sky and fireflies illuminated the still fields of Qingce with their soft glow. Seated patiently across from you, Xiao held your gaze firmly with arms folded across his chest.

“I’d like for you to enlighten me more about mortal emotions. If I want to get to know you better, I can’t avoid being a bit more knowledgeable about them.”

The way he held your gaze firmly and with undeniable resolve meant he truly deliberated this for a while, though you hadn’t expected him to actually come forward so quickly. Truth be told, you expected him to take on an adeptus stance and simply pay you no mind.

With a softer voice, he added, “Consider it the one thing you can do for me. I want to… understand you. Fully.”

“A–Ah, I see. Okay, so I did hear you right the first time.” You were already starting to put away your materials. Better to avoid any mistakes while your mind was taking a second to refocus. “Well, it’s… it’s a bit of a broad topic, and I’m no Sumeru professor. But, I’ll still give it my best.”

Dealing with a battle-hardened warrior in an area they were unsure of was a little intimidating. But, you’ve seen moments where Xiao has shown you a gentler side, one more tender and soft. It gave you hope that things would come naturally to him over time. More than anything, your heart was taking the heat of the nerves. There was just… so much and yet so little to emotions— taken for granted when they were embedded into you without much second thought. It was a little dizzying to figure out how to best help him comprehend things he hasn’t experienced much.

You shook your spiraling thoughts away before they over-complicated themselves and made you short-circuit. “So, uhm, are there any specific emotions you don’t fully comprehend?”

Xiao hummed, eyes closed and brows slightly scrunched as he racked his brain. In the end he came up empty. “I’m not sure. I’ll leave it up to you.”

With a slow nod, you pieced together possible ways to go about this. For the span of time you knew him, Xiao always expressed his puzzlement with how humans worked— not out of disdain, but rather voicing his disconnect with them. To hear him want to finally break the surface rather than choose his usual path of avoidance, was surprising to you in every way.

Still, humans are social creatures by nature and such interactions are what sparks the reactive emotions as a result. You were positive his curiosity didn’t warrant the desire to be put head first in a sea of emotional enigmas. He wasn’t a ‘people person’— something you knew all too well. This desire to learn was something Xiao allowed himself to entrust you with. You and you only.

“I have no desire to figure out how every mortal works,” he explained, hoping it would help narrow down your jumbled thoughts. His voice lowered just a fraction— volume just above a whisper meant for you alone to hear. “Understanding you alone is enough for me to work with. Don’t overthink it.”

There was an undeniable heat that twinged your cheeks. Xiao was looking to unravel your feelings for him without even knowing it. But there was a slight excitement you felt at the idea of the dense yaksha in front of you figuring out what the ties that wound you both together meant. There was plenty to explore.

“Alright, well,” you started, “What I think you need is just… experience. On a human level. Maybe then some things will click easier.”

He felt the warmth of your hand as you sidled over next to him, hand reassuringly placed over his gloved one. Xiao nodded slowly, a little apprehensive at the prospect of needing to adjust his perspective.

You cleared your throat, anxious to be prying more into his personal being. “So, what makes you happy, Xiao?”

There was a brief pause, the gears visibly turning in his head as his brows knit together. He was left staring blankly at you. “Could you… explain?”

“Oh, right… Sorry,” you apologized. “It’s whatever makes you feel… uhm, pleasant. Like a warm, sunny feeling in your entire being. Sometimes it makes you smile or laugh, but in the end always leaves you feeling satisfied for a fleeting moment and then everything doesn’t seem so bad— no matter how much you’ve endured. It makes things worth the effort.”

“I see,” he nodded slowly. “What makes you happy?”

Avoiding the question— though it’s not like you expected him to answer easily. Some examples would probably help him understand best and you reasoned this would be a very hands-on learning experience for him in the end, anyway.

“Me? Hm…” You pondered it a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with the adepti amulet he gifted you. “Sitting under the stars. It’s one of my favorite moments of peace under the calm of the dark sky… The world around us shifts every moment that passes, but it’s a comfort that the stars remain a constant when I look up for hope to get me through another day.”

There was a distant look in your eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by Xiao. However, something about the delicacy of the moment told him now wasn’t the moment to prod into the heaviness that weighed on your heart. There was a reason you were still here, much like him— your will to go on became your greatest strength. You visibly snapped out of your musings, a rosy hue high on your cheekbones.

“Sorry for… that— Where was I? Oh, right. It’s not too hard to find something that makes you happy if it’s something you like doing. Reading books, the people I love and care about, the colors of the sky as the sun sets— all of these make me happy, too.”

The subtle embarrassment that tensed your shoulders at first was subsiding, settling into comfortable conversation. Maybe it’s the attentive way Xiao sat with his face propped on his fist, expression relaxed as he took in every little detail you gave— it was hard to feel flustered for long.

He leaned back against the wall, his arms folding over his chest as he exhaled from the effort it took to think long and hard about what sparked some form of happiness in him.

“And if I were to say that what brings me happiness is you,” Xiao starts, his amber eyes glowing subtly as they focused on you, “what would be your response?”

There would be many ways you could respond, but the instant the words registered in your head you were suddenly at a loss for words.

“T–That would depend… on what you consider me,” you stuttered out, voice slowly growing meeker under his burning gaze. The moment of silence as he hummed in thought felt like it lasted an eternity, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.

“I consider you my person.”

Your plush lips were left parted in quiet awe, eyes glittering like the sky you so dearly loved as they visibly widened. Any words you were going to stumble over were cut off when soft lips pressed at your cheek. The tender revelation didn’t need words, as Xiao was a man of communicating best through actions. Both mortal and immortal sat in the stillness of the room with matching rosy cheeks adorning their features.

“You…” The heat in your face seemed to match the intensity of the ache in your chest. “Kissing me so freely… You want my heart to stop, don’t you.” But you were smiling as you buried your face into his shoulder to hide the increasing redness on your cheeks.

Xiao shrugged, “You do it all the time.”

...Screw it.

Any other lighthearted remark he was about to say was cut off by your lips silencing him in a rushed kiss. It was hasty and sweet, your eyes tightly shut as you chose to respond in actions like he did. Golden irises widened briefly before fluttering shut, letting the feeling lead.

It was warm— the feeling in his chest, the shy innocence reddening his face, the gloved hand that settled on top of yours as it tenderly cupped one of his cheeks. Here before him you bloomed so beautifully that it made his heart ache and his mind go blank momentarily. Yes, he was positively sure of it now.

You made him happy.

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Could I request a Javi x reader fic? Javi and fem!reader are in a secret but established relationship and are at the formal DEA Christmas party when from across the room Javi sees reader politely talking to some bigwig who then makes a physical advance on her?

Sorry this is a little late, but enjoy! 🥰 I am ever so soft for some protective Javi! 🥺

Javier x Fem!Reader; warnings: language

Javier Masterlist

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His eyes were practically glued to you as he watched you flit around the room, looking more gorgeous than anyone should, and saying hello to everyone with a big smile. Gods, that smile - it was enough to thaw his icy heart and bring him to his knees. Javier bowed to no one, but he would always kneel for you.

You were wearing a strappy, low cut red dress, a new number he noted, that clung to your curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination. As much as he liked the outside, he couldn't wait to unwrap his present soon and get to the real treasure. And you had definitely made sure that the underneath was just as good, if not better than the outside. But that part was for him, and him only.

You had moaned and groaned about the annual Christmas party all afternoon, wanting nothing more than a quiet evening spent with him and Steve and Connie drinking and fucking around. But if you were irritated about being there, it didn't show. Your laughter was infectious as you pulled everyone around you into your orbit. It was hard not to; even Javier had fallen for you in about 10 seconds, despite what he claimed; the fact that you both ended up in bed together after your first day was another story. One that he wouldn’t ever let you forget. You hadn’t been keen on him after your first introduction, but somehow something had pulled you to him and the rest was...history. Passionate history, but you loved it - him - nonetheless.

Of course, no one could know. Besides Steve and Connie, but they could be trusted unlike everyone else, so only the lot of you knew your dirty little secret. One day, Javi always promised, one he'd tell the world you were his girl, but not right now. Soon.

It was always soon. You hoped it would come sooner rather than later, but you didn't mind - Javier was worth the wait.

He let out a heavy sigh as he downed the rest of his champagne, quickly finishing off the sticky, sweet over-hyped bane of his existence. It was Christmas Eve for fuck's sake, he should be home with you, getting lost in your touch, your taste, everything. Not dealing with this bullshit.

Almost as if one cue, you looked over and met his eyes, shooting him a quick wink, almost as if to say - soon, soon, soon.

Soon.

Another hour or two before you could both leave separately and then meet outside before going back to his place.

He gave you a soft nod before zoning back to his own conversation. Being the protective not so secret- secret boyfriend he was, his attention went back to you every few seconds. Luckily, it didn't take much to be a part of his current conversation, only having to provide a soft yes or no or nod of the head once in a while.

Meanwhile, you were the star of the show, going from person to person as you made small talk with everyone. It was already starting to wear on you, but the champagne buzz was a delicious sweet thing that kept you going.

As you finished off your rounds, ready to run back to Javi, a particularly boisterous member of the FBI found you. He was always a little louder, a little more brash than the others, but for the most part he usually left you alone, which was fine by you. Except today.

Put a few drinks in him and he was a walking, talking disaster and you were the object of this desire.

You cursed yourself for wearing this damned dress and not opting for something more subtle. But you loved it and had wanted to surprise Javi with it and his expression when he had first laid eyes on you was worth it. He'd been dumbfounded, immediately stopping in the middle of a sentence as he drank you in, before that little smirk crossed his features. The devil gives and the devil takes, you supposed - except right now.

Shit. When had he put his hand on your back? His hand that seemed to be sliding lower and lower and then -

"You better watch where you put your fucking hands," Javi's voice was low and dangerous, akin to a predator ready to talk down his prey as he was instantaneously at your side, “or I’ll break every bone in your body.”

The man’s eyes widened as he took one look at the livid expression on Javier’s face, his eyes dark and primal as his chest heaved with anger. He removed his hands from you and held them up in defense, “hey buddy, we were just talking. Nothing happened.”

“Just talking, huh?” his arm snaked around your waist as he pulled you into his side and narrowed his eyes, “I know you - I know all about you. If I ever see you do the same to anyone else - I’ll ruin you, I’ll ruin your entire fucking life. Now get out of here and never come near my girl again.”

The man’s eyes widened in horror as all he could was nod before rushing away and quickly exiting the party. He garnered a few looks that eventually led back to you and Javier, but he didn’t bother to remove himself from you. He didn’t care anymore, if they found out about the two of they - fuck it- they found out. They weren’t really going to break up the three of you, not when you were this close, not when things were going well.

“You okay, dulzura?” Javier turned to you with a concerned expression on his face, his hands find your face to look your eyes. You put your hands on his wrists and nodded, letting out a heavy sigh, “he didn’t do anything else?”

“I’m okay,” you promised softly, “you came just in time, mi amor. Thank you.”

He let a soft sigh of thankful relief before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was then that you noticed a few people around offering up curious expressions. Javi seemed to be able to read your mind as he shook his head, reaching down and grabbing your hand before lacing your fingers together, “it doesn’t matter, they can all know. I don’t care - I only care about you.”

“Yeah?” you asked as you looked at your entwined hands. He chuckled before giving you that dopey smile that you adored - the one that made his soft eyes crinkle in the corners, “I like that.”

“I like you,” he insisted, “now let’s get out of here.”

“Yes, please, nothing sounds better,” you agreed as he started to lead you away, “besides I have a surprise for you to see.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, dulzura,” he practically groaned at the thought, “have some mercy.”

“I suppose,” you whispered in his ear as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I love you, Javi.”

“I love you too, dulzura,” he grinned, “and now everyone else knows too.”

“About time!”

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