#i can listen while i make dinner or shower or do other chores
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audiobooks are so good actually
#lately I've had office days at work bc of rain#so while i do office stuff ive been listening to thg trilogy and it 1) makes it more bearable and 2) is the best way to multitask#i dont just have to sit down and read and have that be my only activity#i can listen while i make dinner or shower or do other chores#im hopping on this train and riding it to the end of the line babeyyy
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hashira relationship hcs !
| hashira x gn!reader (sfw)
a/n: + Muichiro is a literal child, so no i’m not diving into that one– thanks for the reqs y’all!
Tengen
he’ll charm parents
he’ll charm siblings
he’ll charm pets
Tengen’s the kind of man that makes your great grandma horny you feel me
i just know being in a relationship with this gentleman is out of the mfing galaxy
Tengen wants to comb your hair slowly in the shower no matter hOW LONG it takes
he wants to sit and talk with you for hours over delicious food
he wants to make you laugh so hard you cry
Tengen is an experience
like he’s the concierge at five star luxury hotel but the hotel is just his fucking body
If anyone was going to be that irritating mfer who always wants to wear matching outfits it’s this guy
and when he’s finished with you, you’re always just slightly too dressed up for the outing
you two are gonna be the most fuckable people at the grocery store and that’s an Uzui guarantee
and don’t get me started on your girlfriends
the Uzuis are the gift that keeps on giving
Tengen is the boyfriend that just never stops taking your picture
or bragging to anyone who’ll listen
his teammates
his boss
fucking demons– i mean anyone with ears
“They’re just, just– you know?”
“Yes, Tengen we all know.”
“Like,, picture a spring morning– probably like 76° because that’s the perfect kind of day– and there’s laughter in the dis–”
“WE KNOW TENGEN”
adoration doesn’t take time off sorry
Sanemi
one single solitary word
Clingy.
Sanemi Shinazugawa is too embarrassed to admit you’re the first person that he’s truly, fully in love with
he’s too cool for puppy love!
you don’t push him to be physical, you don’t overstep his boundaries
aagbpebepbk do you want him to be obsessed with you?? you’d better stop being so goddamn respectful of his trauma
and still he somehow shows up in the corner of every room you’re ever in
“Sanemi, do you um, need something?”
“Huh? I’m concentrating, leave me be.”
Sure he’s concentrating, but he’s also kneeling in the doorway of the living room pretending to read a book on the floor
“Um..Nemi, I can weed the garden on my own.”
He’s squatting next to you, handing you the tools he thinks you’ll need before you can reach for them
“You’re too slow, this is faster.”
Right, of course.
“Are you sure you don’t need to talk about something?”
Your bathroom isn’t even big enough for two people to brush their teeth at the sink side by side like this
“You said my morning breath was smelly, make up your mind– y’not want me to fix it?”
This..is simply not what you meant
Sanemi also prides himself in his masculinity!
He’s carrying groceries
He’s taking out the trash
Massaging that spot on your back that’s always tight for some reason
He’s tending to the yard
Defending you from the sputtering cooking oil at dinner time!
but not because he’s obsessed with you or anything oh god no
Rengoku
my knees fold backwards from how weak he makes me
Rengoku writes you love letters
pride & prejudice levels of longing
letters you gotta take breaks from while reading or you’ll just implode
when you’re both too busy with work to see each other as often as you’d like, he knows this is the fastest way to feel close to you again
y/n wrote these thoughts with their own hands
he could stare at the page and run his fingers over the lettering without reading a single word, just lost in imagining what the world around you looked like while you were writing this to him
Rengoku is also an excellent houseguest
no clumsily broken dishes, not a pillow out of place, not even a single heavy footstep
and oh my lord
does he do chores like a champ
he knows you have a busy work day ahead of you?
that laundry’s going to be washed, folded, and dried before you get home
you’re not feeling well?
the bathroom is clean, the kitchen is stocked, there’s fresh cut flowers in your bedroom
you’re recovering from a mission?
househusband activate
he’s strapping on his haori and BLASTING the house into perfect working order
the only downside is that this man cannot cook to save his life
it’s Rengoku’s dream to take you home with him and introduce you to his brother
to stop you from assaulting his father
to visit his mother’s grave together
he just KNOWS you’re what he’s always been looking for
and that anyone who loves him, will love you even more
Obanai
the definition of fangirl behavior
this is the man that’s gonna take a knee to tie your shoe in public
cuz he’s got that phat ooey gooey crush on you
Iguro’s a pretty quiet fella when there aren’t any assholes to antagonize
so this sweetheart just lives to provide for you
he likes to know you’re feeling full because you ate his cooking
he likes to see you wear the clothes he bought you while away on missions
(he never comes back from a mission empty handed, oh my god can you imagine)
similarly he likes to know you’re sound asleep because he’s the one who tired you out
even though he’s not the most flamboyant, everyone around you is just about blinded by how bright his eyes shine for you
they’re a fucking traffic hazard
they’re sending ships to their doom on the coastline in a storm
from your perspective he’s just thoughtful and loyal
like you fit together effortlessly
but to everyone looking from the outside in
they can clearly see Obanai frantically pulling all the parts of his plan together so your day goes without a hitch
i’m talking,, filling potholes in town with his own hands so you never even have to avoid a puddle
goat bf behavior
Kaburamaru is even more clingy, and likes to wind across your shoulders as you work, or snuggle in your long sleeves on rainy days
the best part of Obanai’s day is falling asleep with you knowing he spent yet another day worshiping the ground you walk on
he likes to cuddle with either one of your heads on the other’s chest because no matter which position he’s in, he gets to fall asleep listening to the sound of your hearts beating together
Mitsuri
you’re not leaving her house without lip balm, sunscreen, and a full belly
the queen of absolute pampering
Mitsuri in a relationship is simply a top tier emotional fluffer
“baby try a bite of this and tell me what it needs”
“Y/n honey hold still, you’ve got leaves in your hair”
“come to me baby, i’ll zip that up for you”
Mitsuri LOVES spending time in the garden with her apiary
and her little beekeeping hat is too goddamn cute for you not to join her
she wants to share the things that make her happy with you more than anything!
well, not more than she wants to spend hours staring at you longingly from across the dinner table
you’re shopping at markets together
learning to cook new things together
going on trips to the beach, city, and countryside together
she’s big on casual PDA
wants to walk hand in hand, or at least pinky in pinky
makes sure her feet are at least touching yours under the table when you’re out to eat
loves LOVES when you ask her to wash your back in the shower
she’s so fucking sappy she wants to fall alseep with your foreheads pressed together, hand in hand
i’m trembling as i write this oh my god she’s perfect
basically just a life of luxury and companionship
and learning the secret to how she smells so goddamn good
Shinobu
she knows one of your favorite parts about her is her voice
so she loves reading out loud to you when you both have some down time
actually, one of her favorite things to do with you is nothing at all!
chatting a bit here and there, but generally doing your own separate things together
= Shinobu’s happy place
her brain is always going a million miles a minute, so the fact that you’re more than happy to take a nap in her lab while she works is seriously soothing
it’s an insecurity of hers don’t tell anyone that her lifestyle isn’t compatible with having a partner or a family
so the fact that you’re happy to work around her chaotic schedule is more comforting to her than you can know
Shinobu isn’t big on PDA but she capital-L Loves showing you off like her trophy
to people working the stands in the market
at pillar meetings
to her patients in the infirmary
if it wasn’t so dangerous she’d take you on missions just to brag about your beauty in every village across the country
she’s also stern
and so hard on herself
so don’t forget to call her something silly a few times a day
“hey hey now Crabapple, we can’t beat the patients just because they’re irritating”
“ahoy Sunshine! look at the butterflies in the garden today!”
you’re a nice balancing force in her life
you make her feel vulnerable and brave
oh, and don’t forget to help her channel her simmering rage!
take her outside by the hand with a soft smile, hand her a dish, and just smash that shit!
“c’mon Ko! you’ve been tense all day, break something with me!”
she’ll follow you to the ends of the earth
Giyuu
touch starved sonofabitch
that and an unwavering loyalty is what he’s bringing to the table
literally just run your fingers through his hair when you wake up and he’ll be fully recharged for the next 12 hours
in all seriousness, Giyuu has always found that the people he loves the most are taken from him
so before he can even admit how much he cares for you
before he even really realizes it
you need to be patient with this poor man
the actions that mean the most to him aren’t monetary or service-based
just show up
if you say you’re going to do something, do it
you say you’re always going to be there for him?
you better prove that shit baby
it’s the very second you burst through the doors of the butterfly mansion infirmary that it fully hits him
“Tomioka! Oh my god–”
“You came.”
“I–! I– what? Of course I came! You’re injured!”
“How did you know?”
“You weren’t at your house when I went over to check! Tomioka I can’t– you said you would be careful!”
sure you’re screaming at him and throwing the nurses into a tailspin with demands of ‘more pillows’ and ‘i need a chair goddammit’
but you’re so worried about him all he can do is smile
i think the best way to love Giyuu is just so overtly is feels silly
love him loudly
and he’ll just fall in love with you right back
he’ll always invite you to join him even if it seems ridiculous
“um, no thanks. I don’t really want to go to the bathroom with you baby.”
“okay, just checking.”
cutie
“i’m going to get a glass of water, do you want to come?”
“could you just…bring me one back?”
he’s just a perfect scrungly boy who’s new to the whole, being-loved-out-loud thing
Gyomei
doesn’t ever and i mean EVER open up to people
even when you start dating
he’s the toughest goddamned nut
he’s caring sure
i mean
is there even a word for the way he cares for you?
he’ll meet you at your work to walk you home everyday
he’ll tuck you in if you fall asleep hanging out and then sleep on the bare floor beside your bed so you don’t get uncomfortable
he’ll peel those little white strings off your clementines– i mean truly he does want to take care of you
and you love the attention don’t get me wrong
but sometimes you want him to just let loose a bit!
joke around with you
so you remind him sternly one morning that you’re “not a child!” when he offers to help you get dressed
“Of course you’re not.”
“No Himejima, listen to me!”
what else would he be doing
“You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m your equal.”
it’s a small little comment, but it’s effective
right
you’re not like the people from his past
you’re not going to trick him
you’re not going to use him
if you were, you would’ve done it already!
it takes a few weeks but he starts to smile more
starts asking for help
he even laughed when you splashed him in the bath, so hard it startled you!
he fluctuates, but overall his adventurous partner is helping him to open up slowly but surely
#sfw#oh shit i'm really banging these out#pomspeedrun#gn!reader#tengen x reader#sanemi x reader#rengoku x reader#obanai x reader#mitsuri x reader#shinobu x reader#gyomei x reader#kny#kny hcs#kny x reader
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Hi!! I would like to ask, if possible, the lifestyle of Baro x black reader in general with the mention of household chores, what they do with their free time, how they sleep together and more if you have inspiration😊
Bye 🫶🏽
Mr. n' Ms.' routine ♡
in which you spend a day with barou.
c.w: black reader, pro footballer! barou, fly girl shit, the gym, idk anything else!
a.n: i post like every blue moon i swear LMFAOOOOO, but anyways, thank you for asking!
morning:
barou wakes up pretty early in the morning to head for training so you wake up without him, but he sends you a voice note saying sweet words to you! something like:
" mornin' doll ♡, practise was good, i'm driving right now but i'm gonna get something from that caffe you were talking about. anyways, i'll reach in 20 minutes, tops, so don't miss me too much, babe, i'll be there. love you forever. "
you get ready to make some breakfast for yourself, (or if you feel lazy to, you can order!) and do your cute lil' skin n' hygiene routine!
when he comes back home, he makes sure to pester you with tons of kisses and goes straight to shower & change and comes back to eat breakfast with you.
you two work together to wash and put away the dishes which typically takes hours because you two are mostly just talking about the most stupid shit, but work gets done!
you can finally get to work in your cute office in which barou chills out in the living room watching some of his favourite shows until he gets bored and starts trying to cuddle with you while you're trying to focus.
afternoon:
'rou knows how to cook real bad, so expect him to make you something really nice, maybe even something from your culture because you taught him how to make it!
but lunch is that time of the day when you don.t need to eat anything that big and appetizing (if i'm correct) and so, he would probably make you a sandwich or order something for you if he feels too tired to make anything and you're too busy.
now in the afternoon, he gets pretty tired and takes a nap in your shared bed after playing some FIFA or probably COD and just dozes off, but always tosses and turns incase you're not there laying next to him :(
you tend to do some laundry and organizing your closets and cleaning up a bit before eating some lunch and going back to work!
if barou doesn't feel tired, he'll help you clean up or will clean up himself!
night:
barou and you tend to go to the gym at night since not that many people are there and it feels more soothing to work out at night.
he drives while you're the passenger princess (he jokes about this a lot and once called himself "passenger king" when you were driving) looking all dolled up but ready for a pretty nice work out.
he helps you through out like a personal trainer and listens to your shared playlist during the exercise until you're done n' head out.
he normally gives you the aux and can be seen mouthing the lyrics to your favourite songs since you're always playing them in the car with his left hand steerin' while the other grippin' your thigh (alexa, play "don't" by bryson tiller!).
" ugh, i'm so tired, i wanna go home, and my thighs hurt :( " " no worries, i'll stretch you out, alright? " " mmh, that sounds nice- wait stretch me out? what you mean by that? " " in the way a queen needs to be stretched out ♡ "
you two take a nice bath together and do your night routine together taking 30 minutes until you make dinner together, making a beautiful dish!
once done eating, its back to the kitchen again to wash and put back all the dishes, brushing your teeth in the bathroom, hopping into your bed and watching your favourite netflix show and maybe doing something crazy ♡
but, at the end of the day, dolls need their beauty sleep and lovin' ♡
#rue rantz#barou x reader#black girl blogger#x black reader#bllk x reader#barou shoei x reader#barou x you#i ♡ barou!#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock x female reader#barou shoei
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hiiii just wanna know what's your hc about em and jp love language:))
hi anon!! this is such a fun question, thanks for asking!! :)) this is for modern au because that’s the verse that i predominantly write!
EREMIKA
— Eren Jaeger:
Expressing:
I think Eren sometimes struggles to voice his affection, so he loves expressing love through physical touch — he loves cuddling and holding hands and kissing Mikasa, especially since she sometimes struggles with words, too. There's nothing he likes more than slow dancing in the kitchen and keeping Mikasa close against his chest, and ending the night with their limbs tangled together as they cuddle is the best way to sleep, no need for any melatonin supplements.
Receiving:
He loves receiving touch from Mikasa as much as he loves giving it, feeling so loved — but spending quality time with her is also so important to Eren. He likes his other friends, but getting personal time with Mikasa relaxes him. Eren feels most loved when, while rambling about something random, like the quality of the latest horror film in theaters or an awkward encounter at work, Mikasa listens attentively. Eye contact is super important for Eren; looking into her eyes and sensing her genuine desire to spend time with him turns his cheeks red. The best is when Mikasa initiates plans to go out to a new restaurant or to the movies — where they'll obviously be holding hands the entire time.
— Mikasa Ackerman:
Expressing:
Quality time is the easiest way for Mikasa to be affectionate with Eren — she's a very good listener, and Eren loves to talk. Making sure Eren knows he’s being cared for and appreciated when they’re together is feels good for Mikasa. When they’re together, Mikasa’s phone is stashed, ignoring any notifications to ensure that not even a second of their time together is wasted. Though she wasn’t the biggest fan of touch before Eren, she’s learned to appreciate physical touch as well. It makes her happy to see how Eren lights up when her palms hold his cheeks between them or how he blushes when she kisses his forehead, so touch comes easy to Mikasa when they’re together.
Receiving:
She's an introvert, so she always asks to stay inside their apartment. The quiet apartment helps keep her calm, as crowds tend to make her uncomfortable — so sitting on the couch to rewatch her favorite movie for the hundredth time is her idea of a perfect date night. She’s also particularly fond of Eren’s compliments for her, especially when he gets flustered as they leave his mouth. Watching him learn to flirt and discover her favorite pet names makes her heart flutter; Eren’s voice is a great source of comfort for her — especially since they’re so often cuddling, so Eren feels comfortable being sappy when they’re close.
JEANPIKU
— Jean Kirstein:
Expressing:
Just like Eren, Jean thrives off physical touch — probably even more than Eren does. He’s obsessed with clinging to Pieck in all scenarios: cuddling in bed, hanging out with friends, riding public transportation, and every other chance they can have to be attached. Beyond that, Jean insists on doing whatever acts of service Pieck most benefit from around the apartment — taking care of her any need and doing any chore. Cooking is another way he expresses his love; he’ll make whatever dinner, lunch, or breakfast Pieck requests, something he learned from his mother. He’s the perfect househusband, and he’s almost obsessive with how attentive he is to Pieck’s needs, making sure she’s eating, showering, and as content as possible.
Receiving:
If expressing physical touch is nice, receiving it is damn near heavenly for him. Nothing feels better than Pieck’s fingers in his hair or her arms spooning him and cuddling. He becomes a big baby in Pieck’s grasp, unwilling to leave her arms when he’s in them. Being touched and caressed and kissed makes him feel unconditionally loved. It’s so important to him that he struggles to sleep unless he’s sleeping tangled up with her. Jean also needs words of affirmation — he’s an overthinker, more anxious than he’d like, but Pieck expertly reassures him. Receiving praise, comfort, and validation makes him feel better and more confident in himself.
— Pieck Finger:
Expressing:
Of course she loves kissing Jean and snuggling up to him. But Pieck’s strength tends to be her words, her ability to express herself eloquently. She loves boosting his confidence through compliments and praise, but teasing Jean is another way for her to show love — unconventional as it seems. She likes seeing the way he blushes when she’s playfully making fun of him for being such a baby around her. Her clever tongue expresses so much affection hidden behind jokes. Both Pieck and Jean love taking care of each other — being able to trust Jean and being able to repay him for his generosity makes it easy to express affection. She’s so loving when he drinks more than he can handle, taking care of him at his goofiest moments.
Receiving:
Pieck sometimes struggles to take care of herself. She doesn’t mean to forget to have breakfast, or to pack lunch for work, or any of the million tasks she has to remember. Thankfully, Jean remembers — and he goes above and beyond to make sure she’s okay. His dedication to acts of service eases her mental burden and makes it easier for her to devote more attention back onto Jean, so it’s a win for everyone. She struggles to admit how much she loves how he takes care of her — sometimes it’s a little embarrassing, but mostly, she can’t help but feel so appreciated and loved by Jean whenever he insists on doing the laundry or washing her hair.
#eremika#darlingkirstein asks#jeanpiku#attack on titan#darlingkirstein headcannons#eren jaeger#mikasa ackerman#jean kirstein#pieck finger
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Hello! Good luck on your driving exam and your uni :D I want to request something, but no need to rush okay, take your time ^^ sooo my request is.... shigaraki, miruko, and hawks (oh and it's only if you're alright with three characters ofc!) headcanons! welllll so... i'm this type of person who sings when i'm doing something, whether it's doing chores, playing games, or working on my homeworks. i also sing to my cat and act as if i'm a disney character ksskjsjs. Anddd yeah if it's okay i want to request hcs with this type of s/o who sings in their daily life as if they're a disney/musical character ksksks i hope my request makes sense!! Thank you so much, I hope you're doing great!
|| WITH A S/O THAT LIKES TO SING ||
Awww this is so sweet! Anyway, sorry for the long wait, I'm usually faster with requests but yeah. Uni. I'll probs be a bit slower with requests now, but I hope you'll keep liking my lil headcanons!
Pairings: Shigaraki × reader • Miruko × reader • Hawks × reader
Shigaraki looked at you weird when he noticed you dancing around your house, watering your plants and singing to them.
You stopped when your eyes met his, and raised a brow as to ask him if everything was alright.
"Plants can't hear you," he said.
"But you can." You smiled.
He scoffed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Of course he could hear you. How could you be so relaxed around a deadly villain was still a mystery to him.
"I...'msorry. Didn't wanna bother." You lowered your head, thinking how annoying you must have sounded to him.
"No!" Tomura lifted his hand, as to reach you as you turned around to silently complete your chore. "I like it. Kinda. It's just... unusual."
People were always so stiff around him, yet here you were singing and dancing with a watering can in your hands. For unusual that it was, he had found himself listening to your songs, muttering along to your favorite ones when you weren't listening.
He took a step, half turning on himself in a cranky emulation of your dance, before tripping on his own feet and falling to the ground. You failed to keep in your laugh, as he groaned and moved his hair to the side to look up at you.
"I like it. Please, don't stop singing."
He makes sure you never doubt how much he enjoys hearing your voice again. However, I don't think he'd try to dance with you again soon, he'd be too embarrassed.
Rumi, on the other hand, isn't one to join you or shower you in compliments, although she totally doesn't mind listening to you sing
She'd be the type to have voice notes of you singing that she listens to when she's having a rough day, without ever mentioning it to you. She fears it would cringe you too much.
But I mean, it's so relaxing to listen to you singing as you cook dinner, whenever she can get to stay for dinner and forger her responsibilities for a while.
If you're really really lucky you might hear her humming along to your favorite songs, but it's almost impossible to hear her sing out loud.
Yep, she's kinda self conscious bc her voice is more on the contralto side so she can't really hit those high "princess notes" you nonchalantly sing in. I feel like she'd be one to shrug off your reassurance on how pretty her voice really is, but it could actually have a deep impact on how she perceives herself.
The only way to get her to sing a bit is to blast loud ass music in the car and let her drive down a highway at top speed.
Those are the only times she sings more than you, mostly because you're busy gripping your seat
"Rumi babe, couldn't you slow do-"
"Hah! Like hell! Dis song is fire!"
He loves loves loves hearing you sing, and showers you with compliments.
"Mmmh babe your voice is so pretty."
"You sing so well, it's like a lullaby."
Also calls you "My little Songbird" and it melts your heart every time.
Sometimes youre doing your homework in your room while he's busy outside or in another room when you start singing, and after a few seconds some red feathers start twirling around you as he wants to hear you better.
He's loves pretending to be in a musical with you, and will totally duet you if you ask him to. He still prefers to listen to your voice than to his own of course, but there's something so intimate to him in hearing your voices harmonizing over the lyrics.
Wanna dance in the living room, hand in hand like that scene in The Beauty & The Beast? Asking him may sound a little corny, but he's already smiling like a lovestruck idiot simply at the idea of doing it.
Again, there are feathers everywhere as he doesn't want to lose the tune of your voice if the music is too loud.
Also because romantic mood, and it's like dancing in a rain of red rose petals.
He will fall asleep if you sing to him, like hum to him softly while combing his hair with a hand and it's a matter of seconds before he's sleeping soundly.
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#mha headcanons#bnha headcanons#mha shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki headcanons#miruko headcanons#rumi usagiyama#bnha miruko#miruko x reader#bnha hawks#hawks headcanons#keigo takami x reader#keigo takami#takami keigo#mha hawks#hawks x reader
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Ahhhh I saw the X you's and I had to atleast try. Cna I request relationship HCs for either Bruno or Josuke(I cant choose) I go by she/her pronouns and a Cancer. I'm very loyal and protective of my friendship and relationships. I often give everything I can to help someone especially if they are close to me. I'm a hobby artist, voice actor, and singer. I plan to be going to college to learn history! I love playing video games too!! I love PDA with a passion(even tho I am so bashful about it). I'm really sensitive but I love me some crude/dark humor! I also find alot of stupid shit funny... (if I start laughing it's hard to get me to stop) I'm also rather talkative and I can go on for hours about things I like. I'm 5'5 with dark brown eyes (they look like black sometimes) and brown curly hair with a blondish transition to it.
Both? Both is good
Bruno x you ✨
>Bruno likes that you are a selfless and loyal person, it's often hard to find someone who will be okay with the level of commitment he has to his platonic relationships with his teammates
>Not that he's any less committed to you, he's a very dedicated partner, the romantic type, so get used to fancy dinners and luxury gifts
>Cancer as a sun sign, is often associated with a motherly, emotional personality, something that Bruno is very fond of
>He loves your voice, and he gets delighted if you're the type to hum while you do chores, or go all out belting in the shower
>He understands when you need time to help your friends, no hard feelings if you ever just need some time to go help someone else, or if you are a bit drained after attending to someone else, he'll just prepare you a nice warm bath and tell you to go rest, you deserve it
>Not the biggest fan of videogames, but will enjoy something that is beginner friendly and has a nice aesthetic
>He doesn't strike me as one to start PDA, but if you're too shy to make a move and start dropping hints, he'll wrap his arms around you, and sit you in his lap
>Forehead kisses<3
>He's very supportive of your education, helps you study with memory cards, and brings you food when you're too concentrated on work
>He likes listening to you talk, it feel domestic
>I feel like his sense of humor is messed up, but not your average crude humor, but rather bizarre things
Josuke x you ✨
>You two share a sense of humor, (three, I should count Okuyasu here)
>He likes when you give him advice and are helpful, he wishes he could do the same for you, but he's isn't as good
>He's sooo into PDA
>Holding hands, kissing, cuddling, whatever you like<3
>He's glued to your side all the time
>He gets a bit jealous when you give too much attention to others, but quickly understands that's just your personality, and he loves you
>(But maybe give him some extra reassurance, abandonment issues are hard to deal with)
>Takes you to karaoke dates!!
>brags about you being smart and talented to the whole gang
>Is mesmerized by your dark eyes, you just have to bat your eyelashes at him and you have him at your feet (not you usually don't)
>Introduces you to new games, and invites you over to play very often
>You're shorter than him, and he likes carrying bridal style anywhere, thinks it's both romantic and great workout
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Matchup exchange with @ddora-kken
So sorry it took so long ^^'
OBEY ME
Your obey me match is….Simeon!
It was between him and Satan but Satan’s baggage is a mess that’s why I thought someone gentle like Simeon would suit you more. There was also Solomon today and I don’t know how he just stuck so much! From what I understood about you, you’re friendly, artistic and quite energetic! You seem like a passionate and sensible soul. Simeon can match your pace but still guide you gently to keep you safe.
You two met at a type of brainstorming event for writers (I just came up with it). In short, you got paired as a team and had to write mini stories in specific teams. It lasted 3 days and you bonded very well! So well that you started having weekly meetings lol. At first you shared writing tips, with Simeon being more experienced. And then it went into your likes and dislikes. This relationship is a slow burn/friends to lovers. None dares to make the first move for months. That’s until Luke has enough and somehow manage to spill the beans about how much Simeon talks about you. Quite a funny way to ask you out no?
Simeon is a gentleman and a subtle lover. He shows his love through actions and words. He always supports you, advise you and is just present for you to vent. He also does his best to make your life more comfortable by doing chores for you and remembering the little things you like. For exemple, you get a pastry from him each day. On special occasions, he even goes out of his way to plan a special date and gifts you first prints of your favorite books. He also likes classics and if he can’t find the first print he might give you one from his personal collection.
It doesn’t mean that you two don’t have quality time together! He makes it a mission to spend every night in your shared home. His favorite moment each day is cooking dinner with you and then just relaxing in the same room. He lovingly calls you his muse because his art blocks just melt away after spending time with you. It’s quite frequent to enter your house and find both of you in what you can call a hobbit room. You’re either found drawing/reading and he is found writing, brainstorming or watching you. He insists on these moments because they’re quite relaxing and he wants to lessen your stress. When you get insecure he has none of that and just showers you in compliments. He loves you as you are, you are not too emotional or anything.
You’d introduce him to more outdoor activities not gonna lie. Cuz he loves the thrill but doesn’t know where to find it. He’d insist on exploring the human world with you and actually has a scrapbook with all your favorite memories like an old fashioned man. Speaking of that….please teach him how to use a phone. He still sends letters and even sent a pigeon once!
GENSHIN (SUMERU):
Now….none is Sumeru fits you more than Kaveh. Yeah it’s nice to have a calmer partner, but one that’s wilder than you also makes for a pretty good mix.
Kaveh is a very passionate scholar, I believe you two met at the Akademia. You are from Haravatat and you two had to work together on a renovation project of some ancient structure. Contrary to what everyone thought, you two got along quite well. He was a bit judgmental given how Alhaitham and Faruzan are but in the end was genuinely surprised. You both respect each other and share the same passion in your respective fields. At the end of the collaboration he found himself yearning for more. That’s why he asked you on dates using ‘exploring and studying ancient architectures’ as an excuse to gawk at you and not the building. He confessed drunk after he walked to your house instead of his.
Listen to me, the moment he can run away from Alhaitham house he will. So the moment you ask him to live with you his bags will be ready. But this time he will ask for your opinion while decoration it and will drag you with him for shopping when you want. His dream is to build your dream house and he’s actually saving for it! He wants it to be a surprise and the ultimate proof of his love.
Despite his energetic self, he actually enjoys recharging at home with you. When he finds you reading or writing he will just make you a cup of tea and kiss your forehead gently. He calls you his muse and has a plethora of nicknames for you. His love language is a big mixt. He’s of everything! He brings you flowers, treats you like a princess and plans dates on social occasions! Kaveh is emotionally intelligent so he can also predict your moods and acts accordingly. He may not know how to give advices but he’s the best emotional support one could ask for.
Kaveh often comes to you for book recommendations. When he finishes the books he loves discussing them with you. Especially if he got surprised by an element in the plot! Kaveh likes rambling a lot because he feels comfortable around you. He’s always talking about his new plans or complaining about people. The only thing he won’t share are the surprises he plans for you. Unfortunately, he also won’t share his troubles because he doesn’t want to burden you or cause another accident similar to what happened with his father… He’d rather suffer than to share his burdens. It will take him time and patience on your part for him to open up fully. For a shining star like him he is blind to his light. That’s the only issue in the couple I guess.
In your house, Kaveh will definitely plan for a drawing room cuz you both need it! Plus, he gives nice drawing tips. Kaveh sometimes get frustrated when you don’t get the hint so he’ll tell you in a pouty voice but means no harm. Your relationship is very lively and adventurous. Yet you two find earth in your house together to not lose your train of thoughts.
GENSHIN (LIYUE)
Liyue was very difficult…but in the end Baizhu won. This relationship surprised most people in Liyue but who are they to judge.
You two met by pure accident in the forest. You found a nice writing spot and he somehow got lost. He was very tired so you helped him out. Not gonna lie he got embarrassed at being seen in that state. That’s why he insisted on repaying you anyways possible and you two started arguing because you didn’t want it. Suddenly, rain started to pour and you two hid in a cavern of some sort. With Changsheng giving her two cents every two seconds and the hour long rain, it was bound for both of you to talk to avoid creating an awkward atmosphere! You two did get along, when you mentioned drawing Baizhu was interested. He also draws but its plants. He invited you to show his drawings and share a warm cup of tea. That’s how you somehow became a friend. The romantic relationship took time to form but he finally confessed after your wild personality got you into trouble and he patched you up. He realized loosing you was out of the question and asked you out.
Baizhu love language is peculiar. He shows his love by making sure you’re healthy (ironic coming from him cough-). At first it will be overbearing to be introduced to so many herbal teas and healthy foods but he’ll do his best to make you like them. He doesn’t focus on the appearance aspect at all, he just wants you to be healthy internally if it makes sense. He’ll calm down your acne and helps you reduce your stress. Heck I even see the two of you practicing a sport together after Changsheng accused him of not following his own sport advices. It’s the reason why both of you take yoga classes. Baizhu also loves giving you gifts. He knows he is busy, he doesn’t spend as much time as he wishes with you and sometimes he isolate himself so you won’t get sick. He tries to make up for it and actually loves cuddling with you (you introduced him to it. He was too shy at first lol). But he still compensates by getting you gifts and preparing a drawing/writing room with the best materials for you. He also gets you a new flower with a new meaning each day and writes you a loving word. When he works for over a day, he brings you a new book. He actively hunts for first prints of your favorites and surprises you with them at anniversaries.
Baizhu can’t really adventure but he tries for you lol. He also tries to endanger himself less and is more actively searching for an immortality solution. He knows his days are numbered and doesn’t want for his life to end tragically when he just met his love! When he finally spills the beans about his condition, he fully expects you to leave him. You’re angry, which is understandable, but he is surprised that you stay and just scold him for his silence. Your relationship became stronger after this.
You and Baizhu are an odd couple. While you are adventurous, wild and emotional, he is logical, sly and secretive. Despite this his love is pure as you became his Raison d'être.
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Hi, I just was wondering if you have some advise for my daddy. He is very new to DDLG and has never had a little that he can see in person. We are about an hour apart so we only see each other occasionally but he doesn’t understand what I want from him and I don’t know how to explain it well enough either.
Hi :)
Everyone is a little bit different so definitely just take what appeals to you and leave what doesn't. But I'll share sort of a vague overview of some of the common feelings that I think a lot of subs and littles are seeking:
To feel safe, loved and respected while being taken care of by someone who they have given more authority than your typical 'vanilla' relationship. They may want to feel like they aren't in control or aren't in charge. They may want to feel small, to be useful and of service, to feel protected, watched over, held accountable, and just seen for who they really are deep down. With littles, they may be more inclined to want to feel innocent, carefree, child-like, doted on, pampered, or spoiled.
If there are any specific feelings that you know you want to feel but that I didn't list, be sure to tell him those things, too.
From there, some general examples of how you might find those feelings would be important to share. These vary even more from person to person, I think, but I'll still try to give some examples.
Things that might make you feel like you aren't in charge:
You two agree to specific areas of your day personally, or perhaps about your life together - that he gets to decide. Personal examples might be things like what time you go to bed, or what panties you wear. Examples from your life together might be what you guys have for dinner when you're together or who drives when you're going on a date.
To feel useful/needed/of service:
Maybe he listens to guided meditation before bed, and you get assigned the act of service of finding him new guided mediation audio clips to try out each week. Or he shares his google calendar with you, and you help remind him of his upcoming appointments and social events.
To feel feel watched over or held accountable:
Maybe you're given daily rules about which chores to do, or specific ways to act or not act. Rules can really include basically anything you guys wanted. For each thing, you would be required to report regularly, perhaps with photo evidence if possible. Or he might check in with you daily to ask if X is done yet, or you could use an app to communicate these things. Whatever you agree to. And him acknowledging your behaviors and whether they did or didn't match up with the rules, and responding appropriately with a praise or consequence, would be how he makes you feel watched over and held accountable.
To feel child-like and carefree:
Maybe he would tell you to take a bath instead of a shower, or remind you to do things that you don't really need reminding of, like brushing your teeth, or praising you in a really dramatic way for "small' acts.
Of course, these are all just really basic ideas, and you'll want to customize them to your preferences and desires. I'd recommend making it clear that when you share ideas with him, that they are just ideas you like, but that you aren't trying to tell him exactly what to do. Let him know you'd like him to find his own ideas, based on his own desires and just creativity. Ideally, together you can find ways to get you both to feel how you both want to feel, using behaviors or interactions that you both like. Of course, this requires a lot of communication to ensure consent and mutual interest. So don't feel like something is 'wrong' if this takes 10 conversations instead of just being a single conversation and then starting the dynamic the next day. Also even once you do get going, be sure to communicate regularly about how things are feeling and edit as you go. It's very normal for there to be a lot of trial and error early on until you figure out the basics of what you both like and what works for you both.
Good luck!
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oh my lonely heart
Hi hello welcome to my first fanfic ever posted on tumblr.
This was written very quickly, with no skills whatsoever but I felt like posting it. The song I used in the title and in the fic is She Dances, by Billie Marten.
Also, you can find my work on Ao3.
Ok I'm done plugging myself, enjoy!
Fandom: Daredevil
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Summer's ended and you and Matt enjoy a slow and rainy Sunday together. (~700 words)
New York was finally getting cooler, the stuffy warm air leaving and making room for the wet and gloomy weather that you had grown to love. Especially in the city, you’d always enjoyed it because it brought you comfort. Summer break being over, the city bustling again, the puddles, rain falling against your windows… all of this brought you peace of mind, especially being home. Rainy weekends felt like you finally had an excuse to be lazy, because really what else could you do? You usually went out to get coffee on saturdays and then didn’t leave your apartment until you had to go to work again on mondays.
Matt loved them too, and the fact that he didn’t patrol as much when the weather was bad because it messed with his senses meant that you got to spend more time with him. You would usually nap in the afternoon if he wasn’t working on a big case either, then you’d have coffee together in the living room and then on sundays you’d do chores together.
It’s exactly what you had done today, and now you both were cuddling on the couch, soft music playing on the smart speaker that you’d sneakily bought a few weeks ago even though Matt thought it was useless. His fingers were combing through your hair, and you were dozing off while reading the book you’d been struggling to finish for weeks now. Listening to Matt’s slow breathing, he probably wasn’t faring much better.
“‘at time is it?” you heard him mumble after a particularly loud growl from your stomach woke the both of you up.
You looked at the time on your phone, “it’s almost six” you replied, “do you want to have dinner early and go to bed?”
Foggy made fun of you all the time because of how much you behaved like a married couple, and you were glad he wasn’t here to witness this because you honestly could have gone to bed right there and then.
“Yeah, that’d be nice actually.”
Matt had gone to take a shower after that, since you had volunteered to prepare dinner. You were dicing tomatoes and humming to yourself along with the music that was still playing when you felt Matt hug you from behind. You laid your haid back against his shoulder, trying to sneakily smell him without making a fool of yourself.
“I heard that” he snickered. Damn it.
“You know how much I love this new shampoo, I’ll have to thank Karen one more time” you joked.
“Is that why it’s considerably gone down?” he asked, you could hear and feel the smile in his voice as he pecked the side of your head.
“I plead the fifth actually.”
“Oh is that right?” he said, his hold around your stomach tightening.
“Yep, my lips are sealed” you giggled, before turning your head up so you could leave a kiss on his jaw.
The song on the speaker changed and turned the volume up. “That’s the sond I was telling you about the other day!” you exclaimed, putting the knife down to turn around in his arms. “‘Makes me want to dance with you when I hear it.”
Matt hummed, listened closely to the song and said “that can be arranged, sweetheart”, before taking your hand and leading you away from the counter. His hands went on your hips as he brought you closer to his body. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating softly in his chest. You sighed, feeling so happy and in love that you tought your heart could burst.
The two of you danced for the rest of the song, and when it ended you went on your tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
“God I love you so much Matt”, you whispered against his mouth. His hands tightened around your body and he reciprocated the kiss.
“I love you too, sweet girl”, he said so quietly it was a miracly you heard him.
Inside, you wished everyday could be like this, and that it would rain every single day for the rest of your life if it meant you got to spend the rest of your days dancing in the kitchen with Matt.
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What Happens in Wonderland, Remains
Character x female reader
Chapter Eight
It had been two months since you had begun staying with Vil. While he had returned to his busy schedule, you took care of the house and whatever errands Vil needed to run and just didn’t have the time. You didn’t mind since you felt it was only fair for you to pull your weight since Vil was generous enough to allow you to stay at his home. In the month you had been staying there you met Epel again. He was doing well, and his family’s apple business was thriving. He had a huge glow up. He even cut his hair he had turned out to be quite the cutie. Jack even stopped by a few times just to check on you and make sure Vil was treating you all right. He even took you out for lunch and dropped you back off. You were still fond of Jack.
You almost felt like this was a small taste of what martial bliss would look like if you chose Vil. You noticed on particularly difficult days for Vil he would seek out your comfort the most. Comfort to Vil was being a listening ear and hugs. Though you would be lying if it just stopped at hugging, oftentimes it turned into steamy make-outs, and it all ended the same way. Vil leaving before you could have sex.
You were currently putting away clothes when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You hung up Vil’s dress shirt and pulled out the device.
Vil: I’ll be running a bit late tonight. Don’t wait up for me to sleep. In the morning I have something to discuss with you.
You gave a brief frown. Vil did have days often in which he wouldn’t return until around midnight. You trusted him. You weren’t concerned about him cheating it was more about you being left alone. You carried out your usual chores, ensuring the house remained spotless. Had a sad dinner with a glass of wine and a bowl of pasta. Cleaned the dishes, then returned to your room. Jack and the others often checked up on you, but you knew they were busy, too.
After taking a shower, you remained in your room for the rest of the evening until you fell asleep.
~
Vil was irritated. He had to stay late again because he criticized a rookie actor. Not only did he have that going against him, but he also had to deal with seeing Neige Leblanche all over again. He was on edge, and he didn’t want to keep taking his frustrations out on you. He managed to snap some photos of you, but he didn’t upload them to Magicam. It was for his own personal viewing. His background was of you and him posing against the accent wall in his house. He couldn’t explain why he loved it so much. He just did. You kept telling him to delete it, but he refused.
“Hey Vil, is something bothering you?” Neige questioned.
Vil was shocked. When did he arrive? Vil tried to hide the picture of you two before Neige could see. However, Neige had already seen it.
“As if I’d let something arbitrarily upset me?” Vil narrowed his eyes as he refused to look at Neige.
Neige chuckled. “You know, I was going to say you haven’t changed, but I feel you have.”
Vil furrowed his brows and glared at him. “Excuse me, what do you know about me?”
“You can act as if your tough Vil, but I work in the same line of business as you. I know what it’s like. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked to get to this point, too. It helps a lot when you have someone to come home to that you care about.”
Vil’s eyes widened. What does he even know about my life or what it’s like?
Vil was about to insult Neige until his assistant appeared with the tea he asked for.
“I apologize it took so long Sir. The tea you asked for.”
“As you should apologize.” He remarked as he took the cup from the assistant.
Neige just smiled. “She’s very pretty.”
Vil nearly choked on his tea. His assistant frowned.
“All right! Breaks over, let’s continue filming.” The producer announced.
Vil felt it, a dark ominous shadow beginning to eclipse his heart. Something he hadn’t felt since the time he over blotted at NRC. He handed the cup of tea back to his assistant. He didn’t want to bring you into the spotlight, but maybe if you were okay with it, he would bring you as his date to an upcoming event.
He took a second to message you before returning to filming.
Next Morning
Vil blinked open his eyes only to discover he had fallen asleep in your bed. He didn’t remember going to your room. Then again, he had a bottle of wine to himself while rewatching some of the clips his assistant had taken of his acting vs Neige’s. He was determined to outshine him. The frustrating thing is that Neige was a tough competitor. It hurt him that while he was the most attractive, there were still more who found Neige just as attractive. The comment Neige made about you had Vil turning his head and examining you as you slept blissfully unaware. He was studying your features. His eyes take in the sight of you. He found himself unconsciously reaching out and caressing your face. You held the same cute innocence as you slumbered as back then.
He slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the bed. He glanced back when he heard you shifting. He was afraid he had woken you until you stilled, the same shallow breathing. He was relieved. He stood up and left, cracking your bedroom door. Vil wasn’t sure why, but it was almost lonely not sleeping beside you. Even though he told you he would keep his distance. He furrowed his brows he had to stop doing this. If he kept doing as he was now, he would only fall for you harder, and it wasn’t guaranteed that he was going to win yet. He had been keeping himself busy, not thinking about losing you. Yet, he was already so attached.
Vil was also well aware that Malleus and Leona would be attending this event. It wasn’t just a special event for celebrities, influencers, and athletes, yet for royal families as well. Vil also knew a lot of reporters would be attending the party. He would be risking putting you in the spotlight, which is why he had to make sure you were okay with this first. He pulled his hair back as he began his workout.
When you woke up, you felt as if someone had been lying in bed with you. Or maybe you just dreamed Vil holding you close to his body as you slept? You sat up recalling Vil, mentioning he wished to talk to you in the morning. You dressed and made sure you looked nice before walking to the kitchen to make breakfast. Though you were greatly surprised when you saw Vil concreting as he prepared breakfast.
“I would have been okay making my own breakfast.” You confessed.
He smirked. “I thought you liked when I made you breakfast.”
You averted his eyes before flitting them back to his lavender hues. “I do.”
His smirk turned into a smug grin as you approached him. He arched a brow. “Do you wish to be burned? If not, I suggest you – “
Before he could finish you gave him a good morning kiss.
“Good morning, Vil.“
His eyes softened as he gave you a smile.
“Can I help?”
“No. Now sit down and I’ll have breakfast for you in a moment.”
You just gave him a smile and sat down at the table he had surprisingly already set. You wondered what it was he wished to speak with you about. A few minutes later, Vil had brought over two plates. He sat one in front of you before taking a seat on the opposite side so he could see you.
“Thank you for breakfast.”
“I’d like to discuss what I mentioned last night.” He began and took a bite of food.
You took a bite yourself, Vil’s cooking was so delicious. You moaned at the taste. Vil flits his eyes to you. He would be lying if it didn’t stir something within him.
“I guess I don’t have to ask if it’s good or not, your face and the noise you just made are sufficient enough an answer.”
You grinned. You both were off topic for a moment before Vil redirected the conversation back to his main question.
“How would you feel about attending an event with me? I ask because you will be seen by reporters and other celebrities.”
You raised your brows. “Seriously? You would be okay with me being by your side?”
“I will have to schedule you an appointment with make-artists and hair stylists I know, and we will have to go shopping for a gown. However, I have no qualms about being beside you. If anything you’ll make me appear more of a gem than I already am.”
Your eyes fell to your plate, and suddenly your appetite was waning. “…am I not pretty enough?”
Vil’s eyes widened. “What? When did I ever say that?”
“You said I would need an appointment with a makeup artist and a hairstylist. Not only that, I would only be making you look better by being by your side.” You glanced up at him, pain reflected in your eyes.
“No, (y/n) that’s not – tsk. That’s not what I meant.”
He huffed, sometimes speaking with you the misunderstandings were ridiculous.
“If I didn’t find you pretty, do you think I would have come onto you so strong? Even now –“ His eyes went to your cleavage visible from the V-cut silk nightgown you were wearing.
Embarrassed you folded your arms over your chest. “That’s sexual attraction. That’s –“
You stopped yourself and realized it was two sides of the same coin. You stabbed your fork into a piece of melon. Vil narrowed his eyes at your rude table etiquette he wouldn’t scold you about it. After all, you knew he didn’t like it. That was probably why you did it in the first place.
“If you need some time, please think it over and let me know before the end of the week. “
You glanced over at him and noticed he seemed a little disappointed as he was now scrolling on his phone. Probably on Magicam. He was constantly on social media. Though you couldn’t say much for yourself, though you were nowhere near as obsessive as Vil was about it. When you think about it, it might be good for you and Vil to go somewhere fun. Then again, you weren’t sure how much longer Vil would want you to remain at his place. You felt you were overstaying your welcome. At least you were contributing a little.
Two days later
Ace stopped by to check on you. You asked him to stay for lunch with you. As you were eating with him, you were telling him your current situation. Ace whistled.
“Dang, a big event like that. You know I heard some pretty big names are going to be attending that party.”
“Yeah, Vil said the same. Not only that, but reporters as well. I’m just unsure, Vil hasn’t appeared to be in any scandalous situations, and I don’t want to cause him more trouble than I’m worth. I’m kind of out of his league.”
Ace knit his brows together. “You are totally worth it, and you aren’t out of his league.” He muttered under his breath. “Any man would be lucky to have you beside them.”
You raised a brow, wondering what he whispered, though you were surprised Ace felt that way.
“Anyway, if you want to go (y/n), I say go for it! I mean it’s what a once-a-year thing, and it seems like a cool event. Besides, Vil seems as into you if not more since you arrived back.”
“You think so?”
“Haha, I know so!”
You smiled. “Thanks for staying and chatting with me, Ace. I appreciate it.” You smiled.
Ace gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his head. “It’s not a biggie. Thanks for making lunch it was delicious.”
You beamed. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”
~
Vil texted on his break.
Vil: I'm leaving early today, would you like to go shopping?
He began browsing some of the shops you both could visit and looked up nice restaurants in the surrounding areas. He had expected to hear from you, but twenty minutes had passed, and still no answer.
Have I done something to upset her? Then again…
Vil recalled this morning.
“Do you mind if Ace comes over today?”
Immediately, he hated the idea. He was about to say no. The. He realized he wasn't your husband and who was he to stop you from seeing a friend. He felt strangely bothered by this.
“Do as you wish.”
He placed his hand over his forehead. He had immediately left after that without even telling you goodbye. He had been really curt with you. He should apologize. Though now his wondering what you were doing with Ace that you weren't returning his text.
“Sir, is everything okay?” Aster inquired.
For the first time, Vil addressed Aster by her name since she began working for him.
“Aster, can you answer me something?”
Aster looked at Vil in disbelief. Was the world ending? Did hell freeze over? Did she die? Her brain did a reboot after crashing. She had to play it cool.
“What seems to be troubling you?”
“This potato seems to be distracting my potential fiancée from answering me. If it were you, what would you do? Would you ignore it? Or would you show up?”
Aster felt like she had been shattered at the words potential fiancée. So…he actually is dating someone. Whoever they are must be just as beautiful as Vil. I was wrong to think I even had a chance.
“I believe if I were in the situation, I would show up. However, I'm probably not the best person to ask relationship advice. Maybe you should just wait for your fiancée to respond.”
Vil gave her a deadpan stare. He glanced at the time on his phone. His break was ending. He stood and left to return to his photoshoot. He made up his mind that he would show up in person.
The moment he stepped foot in his home, he could hear your laughter. It would seem whatever the potato was saying was obviously funny – to you anyway. Vil was not amused. The moment he passed the foyer, he saw the way Ace was looking at you. How you were beaming.
“I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”
Vil couldn’t remain silent.
“What exactly did you enjoy Ace?”
You both flinched.
“Oh haha, didn’t see you there Vil. I was just saying how much I enjoyed (y/n)’s cooking.”
Vil glared as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Is that so?”
You stood up and approached Vil. He was still glaring at Ace. Ace finally stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Look, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Vil refused to look at you.
“Vil, what’s wrong?”
Vil felt a little insulted, you even asked. As if you didn’t know Ace was the problem.
“Thanks for letting me come over and hang out with (y/n), Vil.”
“You should be thankful. Thankful I don’t kick you’re a-
You stood in front of him and narrowed your eyes. Vil was surprised. Were you mad at him for trying to keep that guy away from you?
“See ya (y/n)!” Ace exclaimed as he ducked out.
You glanced over for a minute before looking back at Vil. Vil was retreating upstairs to his room.
“Vil!”
He ignored you as he stormed off. You sighed. He was acting like a teenager who wasn’t getting his way. Well, you wanted to know what the big deal was. You ran up the stairs after him. You heard his door slam. A moment later, you wondered what you were doing standing in front of his bedroom door. You wondered if you should leave him be. What was with him becoming so upset over Ace when he said it was fine this morning? It didn’t make any sense to you.
You grabbed the doorknob, surprised when you opened the door. Vil wasn’t in his bedroom. You turned and saw the light on in his bathroom. The door was cracked, and you could hear the shower running. You cautiously walked to the door and peeked in, your lips parted when you saw him in the shower. You stepped away from the door temporarily as you removed your clothing and quietly entered the bathroom without alerting him. You carefully tread on the tile floor, making sure your feet didn’t make any noise. The challenge would be the glass door. As you went to reach for the sliding glass door, Vil turned and noticed you. His ears immediately turned red, his pupils dilated, and though he was surprised, he was left speechless. You slid open the glass door and stepped in. Neither one of you broke eye contact. You closed the door once you were inside, and he smirked.
“How bold of you. I’m not sure I should praise you or scold you.”
“If you didn’t want Ace- “
You were cut off by his lips against yours. The water rained down on you both as Vil pressed you against the stone wall of the shower. The stone wall was cool against your warming body. His lavender eyes pierced through you after breaking the kiss.
“Stop talking about him when I’m right here.”
His lips hungrily met yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed more of his body against you. Breaking his lips from yours, he brushed your hair to one side. You leaned into the feel of his lips against your neck. The lingering feel made you release a breathless sigh as you closed your eyes.
When you opened your eyes, you met his steely gaze. Your impulse to touch him took over. The water rolled over his skin as you palmed his shoulders and pecs. You nipped at his ear before whispering to him.
“Don’t stop tonight, Vil. I want all of you.”
You could feel his erection pressed against you. Your sex ached for him. He had blocked you enough times. Tonight, you hoped he fulfilled your request. You left a succession of kisses along his neck before sucking on his skin. You made sure that it was low enough it wouldn’t show. Vil loved the feel of breath, the touch of your lips, and the sensation of your suck and teeth as you marked his body. His hands gripped your hips as he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Immediately, you felt the thick tip of his head press between your lips. You moaned into his shoulder as the water pelted down onto you both.
You were driving him mad. He needed you right now. His fingers moved to your clit, massaging the sensitive area. He observed the way you fluttered your eyes close, how you bit the one side of your lower lip to remain silent. He then leaned down taking one of your nipples into his mouth.
Your hand traveled down to his length, wrapping around his shaft, and you began stroking him. He moaned at the feel of your hand around his cock. How long had he been waiting for this opportunity with you? He was drowning in his desire for you. You rubbed your thumb over the thick tip of his head, and rubbed his length a few more times, as you felt pre-cum smearing over your hand. Vil who had been teasing you pulled away from your nipples. He grabbed your hand and removed it from his length.
You met his studious gaze. You noticed he wasn’t just looking at you with lust, but it almost seemed like..
Though before you could decipher his expression any further, he grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip between your folds. Your legs clamped tighter over his waist. He smirked, before pressing the tip against your entrance. He pushed in the tip stilling for a moment, allowing you to get used to this before he hilted himself inside you.
Your arms wrapped around his back, your fingertips pressed into his skin. The air was heavy, from the steam of the shower. Vil pressed his cheek against yours.
“I hope you know what you’ve started.”
You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, as he began to thrust inside of you. His hands moved to your ass as his lips brushed against your neck. You closed your eyes, as it was much better than you expected. Soft sighs fell from your lips as he made love to you in the shower as the water pelted down on you both.
The pleasant friction building your impending release. Your arms gripped his back tighter. Vil chasing after the high, he so desperately craved with you. Your bodies pushing and pulling against the other’s. With a few more thrusts, your fingers indented his back as your walls clamped down around his shaft. You cried out in pleasure as Vil’s movements became erratic until he pulled out. The tip pressed against your clit as he came on you. Rubbing against your sensitive sex your legs were trembling around him as he grunted in pleasure. Both of you spent as your chests rose and fell he pressed his forehead against yours.
You placed your palm against his cheek, and he pulled away enough to bring your palm to his lips. Your heart warmed at the sweet, loving gesture.
“I love you, (y/n).”
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Sorry today’s only content has been reblogs!
Had a 10 hour shift today then when I got home, I cleaned the kitchen and did other chores after a shower and some dinner. It’s currently 9pm and I’m…. I juuuuuust have the energy to listen to Ozzy (my beloved first love😭💗) while I tidy my room and I’ll probably go to bed soon.
So sorry for no original content today! I have a day off tomorrow (but I’ll be up at 5am as ALWAYS) so I’ll make it up to you!🫂🙏💖
(In another world, I’d be demanding Eddie cuddles but the best I can do in this world is curl up in bed and read x readers🥺💔)
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i’m gonna make you do homework about it. prime numbers for the ship ask game. for your fav ship
Curse you for making me look up what prime numbers are. The only maths I can do are drop and windage. I'm doing these for Jesse and Mundy because I just love talking about them so much.
2: Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)
They're formerly enemies to lovers, but by the time their relationship kicks off they're enemies by TF Industries rules only. Matches have been suspended since the whole incident with Gray Mann and haven't resumed due to lack of Australium, so they're more like mild enemies to reluctant friends to best mates to lovers. Also massive "sunshine vs grumpy" energy. Mundy can be a ray of sunshine and a lot of fun to be around when he's in a good mood but sunshine is not his default state, whereas for Jesse it is (or at least that's the front she puts on).
3: Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?
They both cook but Mundy is definitely the better cook. Jesse can make brekkie (which he adores) but that's about it when it comes to her cooking ability, and she still has him flip the eggs and pancakes. Meanwhile Mundy can cook brekkie, lunch, dinner, and bake desserts. Jesse typically cleans up since Mundy does the cooking, but the general rule is that whoever doesn't cook has to do the cleanup.
5: Who does what chores?
Most chores are shared equally but again, Mundy does most of the cooking. Mundy also does all the weapons cleaning (mainly because his rifle is his baby and he doesn't trust anyone, not even Jesse, to do it). Jesse's biggest chore is getting Mundy to take better care of himself and ingest things besides beer and jerky.
7: Who is the more romantic one?
Definitely Mundy. Jesse tries but her idea of romance is more spur-of-the-moment actions without much thought put into them. Mundy is very analytical and has a tendency to dwell on things which leads to him planning out actions for days and sometimes weeks in advance. This is also a source of anxiety since he tends to formulate backup plans for backup plans and the worst possible scenario is something happening that he hadn't formulated a plan for.
11: What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?
I can't give an exact answer as to why because it'd be spoilers for later in the story, but the answer is Pretty Blue Eyes by Steve Lawrence. Or, alternatively, Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond, since that's the first song Mundy sings to her.
13: What’s their opinions on PDA?
Jesse doesn't mind at all and is a mite guilty of this. Mundy prefers to keep things private. This only applies if people are around, however. Mundy is perfectly happy having a pash on a beach as long as there's no one at the beach. If people are around he's typically very reserved unless he's been drinking. It also largely depends on where they are the moment. Mundy isn't nearly as open with Jesse in Teufort than he would be in Farmington or outside New Mexico. The closer they are to Mann Canyon, the more reserved he becomes. This is for the safety of both parties.
17: What does a relaxing night in look like for them?
For Jesse it would just be lounging in the nook with Mundy or watching him cook or play his guitar. For Mundy it wouldn't be a night in at all, it'd be sitting around a campfire listening to the crickets or laying on top of Matilda with Jesse in his arms and watching the stars with her. Bonus points for active meteor showers. Stargazing is something they can meet in the middle on.
19: How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?
For Jesse it's drawing. She holds her sketchbook close to her heart, so her way of showing affection is by letting someone see her drawings. For Mundy it's touch. It's not secret he's touch-starved, and it takes him a while to work up the nerve for even light touches. A hand on her shoulder or back, a brush of his fingers against the back of her hand, being the first one to kiss the other in the morning, these are all his way of showering her how much he cares without explicitly stating it.
On a subtle but not silent way of expressing it, it's any time Mundy explains something to her or asks her to come look at something so they can share in it together. Every "Oi, sheila! Take a butcher's at this snake!" is his way of sharing his passions with her, and nothing makes him happier than her asking "What kinda snake is that?" and allowing him to talk about it.
23: Do they like pick up lines?
Not in a serious sense, more in a "'I put the laid in Adelaide' and Jesse being unable to help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it" kind of way. Jesse has used pickup lines but never expects them to actually work, she just relies more on her charm. Mundy only uses them to get Jesse to smile and/or laugh.
29: What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?
I can't say much on this because of spoilers for later in the fic, but primarily it's openness within their relationship. Outside of sex Mundy is generally the same guy she's known for the past half year. He doesn't suddenly change and become more affectionate once they agree to be an item. Despite their agreement that they're actually dating and not just friends with benefits, that's exactly how it feels at times. She's aware of how he is and doesn't want to push things out of fear of scaring him off. Similarly Mundy feels the same way but he's also trying to come to terms with his own feelings toward her as it's entirely new territory for him. The one thing they can't seem to meet eye-to-eye on is a mutual issue for them: being afraid of admitting their feelings out of fear of rejection.
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Push and Pull
Vox Akuma x Ike Eveland
Vox has always loved Ike and while Ike doesnt want anything to change some things already have.
I wrote this and ended up having some trouble so I apologise if the ending seems off and the fic stops making sense somewhere in between, at this point I just wanted to post this so i could move on from it and see what I could improve on.
Vox sat across the table unamused with his arms crossed as a very amused novelist watched him with their chin in their hand and legs crossed. Vox looked down at his dice and the papers that were strewn about the coffee table with numbers and instructions and so on.
The Luxiem members were gathered around an office during a break and topics such as hobbies and interests came up. Vox had mentioned that he would play dungeons and dragons with friends and it sparked even more conversation which led down some rabbit holes. He made a joke that he could DnD anything if he really wanted to and then mentioned how people already made ‘spicy dice’ but with the many dice and many numbers of said dice there were ‘so many possibilities’. Ike hearing this questioned him further, so, Vox continued going on about chores, actions and even making friends. Maybe he should’ve stopped because a week later he found himself going through withdrawals.
“You can always quit, you know?” Ike mused but the voice demon pursed his lips only to let out a defeated sigh.
“No no, I mentioned this and,,, it wouldn’t be right to just give up or quit, I’m serious about this and you’ve set your rules. I’ll do this your way” Vox spoke gathering everything neatly, however his break was over and he had to get back to work. Ike was surprised, not at how he hadn’t given up or even playfully thrown the towel asking for an exception but how serious the voice demon was taking this.
“Sometimes I wish I understood what went through his head” Ike whispered, to no one in particular but a certain blonde had heard.
“Is Ikey Wikey confused? Mmmmmh~” Luca teased, he was dressed in his bartender uniform and smelt of alcohol but Ike kept his composure.
“Whether I'm confused or not is none of your business Luca and if I have any questions, I’ll ask” Ike gathered the dice and papers placing them into a zip folder.
“If you have questions, you can always ask Shu, they’ve been friends for a long time, like us, so he might have answers” The blonde walked away and Ike simply continued with his evening. He went back home, showering, changing, and having dinner. He sat on his sofa watching the TV while eating ice-cream and jelly when a knock at his door interrupted his peace.
“Ike, let me in its cold” Ike rushed to let his friends in and closed the door behind them, grabbing a blanket for the purple haired sorcerer and the fox detective.
“What are you two doing here?! It's freezing outside, you should be at home!” Ike scolded but the other two chuckled sheepishly, sighing he and the other two men settled in the living room after making some tea to warm the two up.
“Let me guess Luca said something?” Ike wasn't amused by his friend's actions, but he appreciated the concern from him and the rest.
“Yeah, listen I know it might not be something you want to talk about but on the off chance you do, I’m here” Shu said in his soft tone comforting him. The three talked and spent time watching and discussing movies and so on until Mysta went to sleep for an early start the next day leaving Shu and Ike alone.
“Where do I start- what do I ask?” His voice was small, which wasn’t common for the Ike Eveland but Shu heard everything, he heard him.
“Anything, I guess” He shrugged staring at the TV but keeping Ike in his peripheral. He saw him open his mouth a couple of times only for a look of confusion along with other emotions to cross his face. Shaking his head he stared at the writer taking a step for him.
“Why do you keep him at arm’s length?” Ike looks stunned, he didn’t think he kept distance from Vox but that could be him just trying to convince him otherwise.
“Its like a game of push and pull, he pushes, and you pull away” Shu explained and he was probably right.
“I don’t know, he’s always been so sweet and in theory I should be interested but I’ve already said no,,, right now is good, being friends is good” Ike mumbles at the end. He enjoyed the unchanging comfort Vox offered that if he needed someone Vox would be there- so would Luca, but he was a different situation- a younger brother if you would. Vox was gentle and patient and a good listener, he knew what to do and say and how to make sure everything would be alright. It was good, they were good.
“He cares for you deeply Ike, and it might seem hard to believe with his insistent flirting to you and kind of the others but he does and that’s not going to change” Shu tried to ease his mind seeing Ike’s furrowed brows and worrisome eyes.
“I know” Ike mumbled. Soon the two went to sleep but Ike laid awake thinking about the voice demon he refused to believe was ‘evil’ at some point. Vox was always sweet, yes, he was one of the most kind men alive and yes he could be a complete egghead but he was kind at core. Even if he was touchy at work he waited before actually making contact or poke quickly to get his attention to ask if it was ok. He actually asked if Ike was ok with it and still asked after he said yes. In the beginning he would wait to see if Ike would lean into it and meet half way and when he did it slowly went to subtle touches that weren’t intimate but broke the personal space barrier however if it escalated to anything he’d ask with silent permission if he could continue, waiting for a definitive answer. Ike tested that theory one day, he wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t give in and when Vox had gone to brush hair out of his eyes, something he told him was ok, he backed away. Vox froze. It was only a quick second and he quickly apologized, proceeding to keep his distance until Ike made it clear he wasn't uncomfortable around him which seemed to relieve him a bit, but it took a couple of months before Vox went completely back to normal even after all the times he tried to tell he was just surprised and he was ok.
‘A game of push and pull’
After their team had become a friend group the two became closer and, on a hang out Vox planned a full day of things going to a cafe, seeing an exclusive exhibit and going to bookstores and the old, preserved libraries he somehow found. He even bought him a gift that was a calligraphy set along with a few pens and hand bound notebooks. That night dropping Ike off and walking him to the door he had confessed his feelings. He could recite it, every word, heck he could probably write a whole script on what happened.
“Ike, I-” hesitation
“I love you, Ike” He never looked so soft and vulnerable as he did then, eyes brimming with emotions and yet he looked so peaceful.
“Vox, I’m sorry”
“I know” contentment laced in his voice and small smile graced his lips
“Ughh, this is gonna be so awkward huh?”
‘how can you joke and still smile’
“Yeah, I guess”
“Don't worry Ikey nothing will change, I’m still your friend” His smile somehow got softer along with his eyes and his shoulders weren't tense as before, even if it was barely noticeable.
The next couple of weeks it really was like nothing had happened, aside from the fact Vox had to go to a different state and even got busy with work he still texted and sent memes, he remained Vox. It took a month, but they had eased into their dynamic again with a few updates here and there Vox had started teasing him about his own crush on him which allowed Ike to tease him as well, now it was rare but a playful eye roll or a ‘you wound me’ would be a typical answer. Ike sometimes wondered if Vox got over him but then something like lingering touches would happen and suddenly, he knew exactly what he felt. He fell asleep curled and holding a spare pillow close.
The next day at work, again during break Vox rolled dice again and it all led to a dead end, again, he slumped in his seat but never complained even when everyone was teasing him or even saying to just get over it, he still followed the rules set. Break was over and Ike had quickly made sure if he'd be coming over for their horror night. To which he said yes before disappearing to God knows where.
“I’ll let you cuddle me in dnd”
“Just dnd, you wound me Ike Eveland, I’ll have you know I’m an excellent cuddler, you can ask all the pillows and teddy bears I own” Vox laughed still playful as he plated the burgers they had ordered.
“I’m serious, I’ll let you cuddle me, in real life, if you dnd it” Ike was seated on the floor on a fluffy rug that was big enough for the entire living room, one arm on the sofa seat and the other laced with it.
“I’ll cuddle you in dnd as a roleplay but I won't in real life” the seriousness behind his voice didn’t make sense, it did but it didn’t at the same time. Vox always stated how huggable Ike was and how he could cuddle him if he could, the desire to do so was always present behind his eyes suppressed so no one could see but Ike could and he gave him a free card to do so. So why?
“So how are we going about this, are there more papers this time?” Vox was now beside him and playful again, the plates now on the coffee table in front of them as they (mainly Vox) played the game and Ike helped with puzzles. Soon they called for a break and Ike brought out dice and papers.
“First role to see if you can initiate the cuddle” Ike read out loud.
“Initiating a cuddle, I didn’t know that was a thing” Vox rolled as Ike could help but shake his head at his antiques.
“A 20, The voice demon is welcomed into the fort of blankets now sitting beside a literacy warlock”
“Right, I’d like to roll to see if I can move closer”
“How would that work?”
“Focus Vox”
“Thats all?”
“Yes that's all and it's a nat 14”
“Oh, ok, um, you scoot closer to the warlock who acknowledges your presence”
“Nice, mmm, I’d like to offer a hug, just a short one if they like”
“They accept and are now next to you”
“No roll? I-”
“Vox”
“Alright, I ask if they are ok to cuddle”
“The warlock accepts however they are tried and wish to sleep”
“Oh I could hug them. Are they big spoon or little spoon?”
“I dont know, roll”
“Aaah~ 15”
“They are a little spoon, anything else you wish to do?”
“I’d like to cover them with a blanket”
“What do you think a blanket fort is, Vox?”
“Right, then I’d like to hold them close as they sleep staying awake to make sure they’re ok” Silence, Ike was supposed to say something but he didn’t, or better he couldn’t.
“So that's finished then?” Ike stumbled internally but nodded at Vox who picked up the controller again looking at the screen again his eyebrows soon scrunched together as he spoke again.
“Have we been here before?” Ike looked at the screen slightly dazed but responded, nonetheless.
“I think we might be in a loop”
“Ah, nooo~ that means we gotta pinch ourselves”
“It would be good to save though, we’ve discovered a lot so” Ike mumbled only hearing a hum of agreement. Vox went home that night instead of sleeping over because he had an assignment early in the morning. Ike bid him goodbye and he went to his living room, his feet were on the edge of the sofa and he placed his head on his hand on top of his knees. Vox helped clean up, he always did, he'd make sure there was no mess left when he leaves and he had an infuriating habit of never forgetting anything, almost like he never came over to his house. He decided to sleep off the weird feelings buzzing within him but he knew he’d have to deal with them sooner or later.
The next day he didn't see Vox for a whole day, which was fine but he didn't even see the messages that he sent.
The day after Vox still wasn't back and there was no news on him, on what he may be doing or what he was sent for. Again, no messages were seen and he was off-line for a while now. If Vox wasn't back by the week he'd go to Luca for answers.
"He's been missing for 9 days" Ike was short and direct, catching the mafia boss off guard.
"Ike, you ok?" Luca's voice wavered a bit, he knew not to mess with a mad Ike, he knew from the many lectures he had received as a kid.
"Vox has been missing for 9 days” the matter-of-fact tone didn't fade and Luca now had an idea on what Ike was saying or asking.
"We had to deal with a few things and he stayed back since something was uncovered he said he'd go radio silence for a bit- before you say anything I did say it was a bad idea but he didn't listen" Ike's glare sharpened and Luca shrank, visibly, wanting nothing more than for the chair to swallow him whole. Luca may be a mafia boss but he knew better than to go against the older male, he knew more so because of the multiple times Ike had given him a similar glare when he so much as even looked at the line.
“I’m sure if I explain to him the situation, whatever it is, he’ll come back” Luca let out, in the smallest voice he could muster to not anger Ike more.
“I’m sure he will” Ike left and Luca finally relaxed, although he didn't give a reason for his urgency to know where Vox was, Luca still prayed for the voice demon for when he returned.
Ike was on edge the whole day, in turn making everyone else other than the luxiem members (with the exception of Luca) nervous.
'Whatever it is'
How was he supposed to explain that there was no reason other than sheer concern. Vox was gone and it felt like something was ripped away from him.
“Ike, you ok?” Ike looked up to see Shu who was clearly concerned about him.
“I’m fine” It was curt but his eyes were down cast.
“Come on, I need your help” Shu stated, they headed towards his workspace a door that led to a large room with books and scrolls scattered around along with different jars of colours on the shelves.
“Keep me company” The sorcerer had his back to Ike while he fiddled with stones and elixirs, Shu was always on the side lines of the chaos of their friendship, he knew the members well. Well enough to know Ike needed a moment to think in comfort and not spiral alone, and if he had any questions he’d answer them. However it wouldn’t hurt to tell.
“Vox asked to keep and eye on you, he can tell somethings off” it was gentle, as if he was afraid, he’d set something off. Ike had taken a seat, fiddling with his hands.
“I’m fine Shu I was just worried that he wasn’t anywhere for the past couple of days” Ike spoke. He wasn’t fine, he so desperately wanted nothing to change between the two of them that he didn’t see the little things that did and when Vox was nowhere to be seen with no response and no message or anything to say where he was; Ike was worried. Something had changed and he didn’t like it. Something changed a while ago, otherwise he wouldn’t have given the offer, he wouldn’t have set rules and he wouldn’t have been so distraught not seeing him. He let out a sigh of exhaustion.
“I have to talk to him, don’t I?”
“That would be the sensible thing to do” Shu mussed.
“I don’t know when he’ll be back though” Ike stayed there for the rest of the day contemplating on what to tell the voice demon until he went home following his routine until he heard a knock on the door.
Vox stood there in a hoodie and sweat pants, a sheepish smile on his lips and the ever so gentle look in his eyes.
“When did you get back?” Ike moved aside letting him in, closing the door behind him.
“This afternoon I finished some papers and went home to freshen up” Vox sat down on the sofa and Ike followed.
“You should be resting” It was stern.
“I wanted to see my best man” Ike had to tell him.
“I-“
“I love you” Ike had never been more vulnerable than in that moment, he had so many ways to say and explain what he was feeling but it all became null to him. He couldn’t look Vox in the eyes, looking down feeling his heart and soul twist in the silence. He could hear Vox take in a breath to speak nothing followed.
“I don’t want anything to change, I don’t want us to change” the second part was softer, eyes still down.
“Ike, talk to me, please” Vox had slipped a hand into his, it was warm, everything about him was warm and he didn’t want to lose that.
“I’m- I’m sorry” His vision started to blurr and Vox had brought him close engulfing him.
“I hate it when it feels like you’ve never been here and- and when you leave, I always worry, especially when you don’t say anything or don’t respond, I-“ Vox hushed him and let him cry until he fell asleep.
He woke up the next morning, warm and safe, he was cuddled next to Vox who was still holding him sleeping on the ‘L’ of the sofa; a blanket was wrapped around them and Ike could feel himself being lulled back to sleep. Vox got up picking him up as well, Ike kept his eyes closed not wanting to open them only to feel himself being placed on his bed.
“Could I join you?” Ike nodded opening the blanket to him and he could’ve sworn time had stopped. Gentle eyes and a gentle smile as Vox brought him close to him cuddling him like he did in that stupid dnd session. He felt Vox nuzzle his head as he leaned into his neck.
“I love you to, I never stopped” it was soft and it was all he needed to put him at ease as he fell asleep again. He’d be ok if Vox was there. They both be ok.
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✨weekly routine✨
💜👾Mondays-
After waking up I plan on doing my list of distractions (LOD) and my usual house chores my husband will be home all day so I’ll be spending time with him and taking it easy. I’ll do 10 mins of weighted hula hopping and also my stretches.
Around dinner time I’ll put on a face mask and put castor oil on the ends of my hair. I’ll sit in the tub listening to my music and once I’m ready my husband will come in and wash me and massage me.
After dinner we usually sit down and watch tv and hang out together so I think that will be great to continue. We’ll incorporate separate but together reading before bed .
❤️🍒Tuesday -
I’m off on Tuesday while my husband works. So after waking up and making sure my house chores are caught up on I’ll do some weighted hula hoops for 10 or more minutes. I then want to add 30 minutes of Zumba and add a short random 10 minute video targeting a different body part a day. After that I can do my LOD and chill out
Once my husband gets home he’ll be in charge of dinner and dishes while I wash the castor oil from the previous night out. I’ll do a basic shower Tuesdays that way I can use it as a perfect chance to wash my hair for the week. Im trying to get years of hair dye and heat damage off my hair so I wash it once or twice a week. After dinner we’ll do our reading and relax per usual .
🧡🍊Wednesday-
This has always been my favorite day of the week. It’s my last day off BUT it’s a whole other off day with my husband and I go to therapy! My therapist is great but she doesn’t know the extent of things.
Anyways after waking up I’m going to do my hula hooping and stretches. This is one of those days I’ll probably eat out so I make sure to drink my water and attempt doing anything on my LOD until I leave to eat. We walk to and from so fasting during the day and then also walking for it keeps me in good spirits about the fast food .
These are the nights I’ll take a bath followed by body scrub and shaving. Once I’m clean and smooth I’ll ready a bit with my husband and maybe some tv before heading to bed.
💚🍀Thursaday-
This is my least favorite day because it’s the only shift I work mid day to night. So I’ll still wake up like usual and do my 10 minutes of hula hoop with some Zumba. I’ll also do a 10 minutes video targeting a different body part.
I’m not going to eat before I go to work. My husband gets off two hrs before I do so he’ll have food ready for me when I get home so I’d rather wait anyways. I get really nauseous and dizzy randomly (It’s the heat. I’m perfectly safe and healthy)so I don’t eat to much during the day. I want to drink at least two bottles of water at work per shift. My shift on Thursday is 5 hrs so I’m fine. Once I get off I’m really tired these days cause by the time I eat and bathe it’s 11 at night. So we’ll still read and relax but I’ll probably be out before making it to the next chapter.
Friday,Saturday,Sunday
💙🦋My routine for each day will be pretty much identical so I’m doing thrown all together. Friday I meet my husband at 4:30 we’re both lucky enough to have early shifts that day. Each day me and my husband will wake up together as we were about the same times. 👾I’ll grab my bag with all my inventory and my water before heading to work and he does the same. I have a easy job at a smoke/vape shop. I walk around constantly and drink my water. On FRIDAYS when I get home I’ll do my hula hooping and stretches. Saturdays & Sundays I will hula hoop, stretch, do yoga and choose a new body part to focus on in a 10 minute video. My chores will be check and then I’ll do my LOD if read with my husband and then maybe watch tv/ music until it’s bed time.
✨🫡Some days will be hard different and not consistent but ima do my hardest I’m just so unhappy with who I am. Spiritually, physically and emotionally. 🫶🏼✨
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cookie fiasco
for @moonyblouie. happy birthday!
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Louis is a great cook. He’s been told so every time he cooks something for his friends or family, and Harry tells him the same every night when they share dinner together. However, Louis has discovered over time that pastries are definitely not his thing but…he really wants to try those gingerbread cookies he found on the internet, and thinks it’s a good idea to decorate them as quality time with his boyfriend.
He reads the recipe one more time and ticks off in his head everything on the list. Louis says out loud every step before doing it, in order to avoid any mistake. When he’s done, the batter looks just as the pictures and Louis smiles at the result, proud of his work.
Louis rolls the dough and cuts it in little cute Christmas decorations, going from trees and ornaments, to snowmen and snowflakes, so Harry and him will have several options to choose from.
When the cookies are in the oven, Louis looks at the time and pats himself on the back for thinking ahead and starting early. Now it’s time to start dinner.
Harry arrives a few minutes before the timer goes off, and makes a comment about the delicious smell in the air but Louis only tells him it’s a surprise.
Louis takes the baking tin out of the oven and frowns at the sight: the cookies lost their shape and, even though they didn’t burn, they are past the perfect point. What the hell? He quickly fumbles looking for his phone to check if he left them in the oven more time than necessary when Harry enters the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, love?”
Louis doesn’t realise he’s pouting until his boyfriend goes to him and silently rubs his pointer finger on Louis’ lips. “I tried to bake some cookies and they turned shit.” He hugs Harry immediately, too embarrassed of his failure.
Harry hugs him and takes the phone from him. Louis feels being swayed from side to side, one of Harry’s ways to soothe him, and listens to his boyfriend humming while reading the recipe.
“I think this recipe is incomplete, love,” Harry says while rubbing Louis’ shoulders. “You’re supposed to let the dough rest overnight or at least five hours, and it looks like they didn’t specify it here. So they were destined to be shit anyway, it’s not on you.”
“But now we won’t have anything to decorate and I have that icing ready,” Louis whines pointing at the bags of colourful icing waiting at the countertop.
“Tell you what, gorgeous.” Harry kisses him on the forehead. “We’ll have the delicious dinner you’ve prepared for us, you’ll tell me about your day, I’ll tell you about mine, and we can prepare new batter for us to bake tomorrow, huh, how does that sound?”
And that’s what they do. The couple share stories about their day, including a walk in the park on Louis’ part and a long lunch with clients on Harry’s. They almost forget about the cookie fiasco until Louis sees the utensils he left behind in the kitchen, testimony of his failed attempt.
“I wash the dishes and you start working on the mix, okay?” Harry tells him.
They both get to work right away; they’re laughing and singing while doing their respective chores until Louis feels something wet on his neck. He looks back and sees his boyfriend’s hands full of dish soap, and that grin that makes Louis crazy. Without thinking too much, he returns Harry the favour, covering him with the first thing he can reach which happens to be flour. The couple start a messy war that ends up with both of them on the floor, bending their bodies at the force of their laughter, and teasing each other for the state of their faces and hair.
Harry and Louis take a shower before going to bed. Cleaning the kitchen can wait until tomorrow.
And if they get other sorts of dirty during the shower, that’s nobody’s business but their own.
❄️
from your secret santa
- 🎅🏻🎄
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The Enchanted Door (Chapter Three: Summoned by the Moon)
Luciana got through the next few days, her mood ranging from depressed to giddy and back again. It was a mess of contradictions, her mood unstable. Her weekend was surprisingly great and spent it swimming, writing, baking, and doing things with her brother. The full moon was coming up on Tuesday and Luciana was excited. She just adored the moon. It filled her with happiness. It was a small thing but the joy she felt while looking at it was magical. She would always go outside and stare at the moon with a grin on her face. She would listen to vampire or witch themed playlists to fit her mood. She wore her crystals that day too. It made her feel powerful. Tuesday arrived. It had been around a month since the blood moon and her failed attempt to summon Preminger. She actually tried to summon him. Lavender did as well because their collab inspired them to try. It was no use though. Preminger never showed up no matter how hard they tried.
Luciana thought about trying again that night after looking up that blood moons sometimes interfered with spell casting in some folklore. I'll try again to summon him tonight. Maybe he'll come. I hope he does. That would be so cool. Maybe if he does show up, I could try summoning others. Like Snape and Raoul and Wiggins and Bruno and more. I could meet everyone I adore. That would be magical. She did her chores and worked on her schoolwork, focusing on her term project. It was on witches. She was taking a summer course on monsters. She was listening to Mozart as she worked, typing up her facts in a PowerPoint. She decided to stop once she hit slide ten. She had until Sunday to finish this project and she was a chunk of the way done. She got out of her chair and went downstairs to let her dog outside. She got some bread out of the fridge and made herself a ham and cheese sandwich and then grabbed some chips. She ate her lunch and let the dog inside, going back up to her room. She began to write some fanfics before her parents got home. She updated two of them on Quotev and then watched some Buffy the Vampire Slayer before her dog started barking hysterically. Her parents and brother were home. The front door opened.
"Lucy!!! I had a great day at camp!!!" Oliver exclaimed excitedly.
"I'm glad," Luciana said, trying to make her voice sound as peppy as possible. She got comments from her brother that she sounded unhappy with everything even if she was excited.
"Can we play?" her brother asked.
"Sure," Luciana replied. "What do you want to play?"
"Animal Crossing! Can we visit islands?"
Oh god not again. "Sure I guess." She got on the Nintendo and so did her brother. They got on their Animal Crossing game cards and started playing. Luciana dressed herself in causal clothes on the game and went to her brother's island for a while. She was growing bored but the thought of the full moon and the possible chance that Preminger would show up that night. It did not work last time, but she was determined to try again. If it didn't work this time, then she would be sure that it was impossible to summon him. But at least she still had her friends and the one who said he loved her in real life. She was still curious to see if she could bring Preminger into reality.
The night continued like usual. She played with her brother, ate dinner, and finished her chores. She then went upstairs to get ready for bed. She showered and got a text from her mom asking for cookies. "Seriously? Again? We had cookies like two or three days ago!" She didn't mind too much though. She wanted cookies and she baked as she listened to "That's Amore" by Dean Martin. She liked Dean Martin and the song made her think of her platonic crush, Aaron. He was really sweet and autistic like she was. He made her smile and it was natural unlike the guy who broke her heart a month prior. It was one of the reasons why Luciana was so set on summoning Preminger. She felt hurt, but she had been getting over him. It wasn't romantic, but still, it had hurt. But Aaron made her days worth living. Her friends did too. Her mood had mostly improved for the time being. She put the cookies in the oven after getting a mouthful of chocolate chips. She could not refuse that. She waited for the cookies to finish baking as she began listening to a witchy playlist. She went outside to look at the moon. It was high in the sky in the east, its silvery light shining. She held her amethyst necklace and began chanting Preminger's name under her breath, hoping he'd arrive like in her and Lavender's story. He did not show up. Luciana's face fell. Of course he didn't show up. He's not real. I'll stop trying. It's okay. I have fanfics and the film. I'll be fine. I have Aaron in real life. She came back inside to get the cookies, not knowing that a shooting star shot through the sky. Legend said that shooting stars could grant wishes and her wish was about to come true, but in a way she would never expect. She plated a few cookies and told her mom that the moon was lovely. She showed her mom the moon and then went upstairs with the cookies.
She pulled up Youtube and watched Sssniperwolf as she munched on her gooey home-baked cookies fresh from the oven. She chatted with her online friends, including Aaron. She felt happy, a little dejected that the spell seemed to have not worked, but still quite joyful. She began writing again after eating her late night snack. She updated another chapter of The Advisor's Curse and began working on her collab with Taylor when she suddenly felt really tired. It was midnight. Usually she stayed up past one in the morning. She told her friends goodnight and turned on some ASMR. It was a video by GibiASMR, one of her favorites. She soon fell asleep, but awoke a little while later to a strange humming sound.
"Is someone calling me? At this hour?" she mumbled tiredly. She looked at her phone, which had no phone call notification. It was only 1:15 in the morning. She hardly even slept an hour. Something in her room was glowing and it wasn't her salt lamp. It was different. "What the hell? It was coming from her closet that was suddenly slightly ajar. She had closed her closet door after putting her dirty clothes in the hamper hours earlier. Maybe I left it slightly open and I don't remember doing so. She put on her glasses and crept towards the glowing door with golden light. This feels like something straight out of a fantasy novel. I must be dreaming. She touched the doorknob and turned it, pulling open the door. The golden light filled her bedroom and blinded her eyes for a moment. Curiosity propelled her to walk towards the light, drawn to it. As soon as she stepped through the door, her room disappeared and sunlight filtered through the bluish gray sky. She had been transported somewhere.
She looked down at herself. She seemed...animated? Like the early 3D animated movies. She recognized the style. This is early Mattel! The Barbie movies! But how did I get here and which movie am I in? She was not wearing her lavender Olaf pajama pants with her pink Disney Princess shirt anymore. In its place was a simple red gown that looked like it was from the eighteenth century. This style reminds me of Princess and the Pauper. Could I be there? Oh my god, what if my wish worked? What if instead of Preminger coming to me, I came to him? She was in a swarm of people and that made her feel anxious. She tried to get away from the crowd and find the castle so she could find a place to stay. She saw the castle from afar, her heart pounding. I'm really here! Oh my god!!! I might actually get to meet him! This is a dream come true! She then saw the clouds gathering. They were dark, stormy clouds. Oh crap. A storm was brewing. Wait, this is genius! I'll get soaked and then come to the castle, shivering! It's happened in The Princess and the Pea by Hans Christian Andersen! The queen will surely let me in! Rain began to fall as thunder rumbled. Luciana picked up her skirts and ran towards the castle on the small mountain and prayed that she would be let in.
She eventually came to the gates, completely soaked and shivering from the cold. The guards stared at her. "A peasant on our property? You're in the wrong place, miss," one said.
"But I'm soaked to the bone and freezing!" Luciana whined, partially for show, but she really was uncomfortable and cold. The guards looked at each other.
"Well, I suppose we can let her in, but we must speak with the queen before she can stay." The guard gestured towards Luciana. "Come with us. We will escort you to Her Majesty." Luciana followed, her heart thudding. She was hopefully meeting Preminger too. Hopefully he wasn't on his "long journey" that was really him just stealing gold. She wanted to meet him so badly, but she was scared too. What if he didn't like her? She hoped for the best as the guards led her to the throne room. "I will fetch the queen and her advisor, Preminger." Luciana's heart nearly stopped beating.
He's here?! Oh my god I'm not ready! No I am! Oh my gosh!!! "Of course," was all she could say to the guard. He went off and came back a few minutes later with Queen Genevieve and Preminger following close behind.
"We found this peasant on the grounds of the castle. She's shivering and wet, but you will decide what to do with her." Queen Genevieve looked Luciana up and down and turned to Preminger.
"What should I do, Preminger?" she asked him. "Let her stay or make her leave?"
"A peasant in the castle? Ah!" Preminger scoffed. "Get her out. I want nothing to do with her. I was in the middle of reading Romeo and Juliet and I was interrupted by this!"
"Then guards, take her away!" the queen ordered. Luciana's face fell and her heart sank. Preminger wouldn't even give her a chance. Tears pricked her eyes but she thought of something as the guards seized her arms.
"Wait, I love Romeo and Juliet," she said quietly. "And Hamlet as well." Preminger was about to saunter off with a snooty expression but paused and stared at Luciana.
"You? You like Shakespeare?" he asked with disbelief. "You're a peasant and a woman! I doubt you're educated enough to even know how to read!" Luciana felt her blood boil. This was not the encounter she'd expected. She feared that she had created her own fantasy version of Preminger that was nothing like he actually was. And he insulted her. She did not take insults well at all.
"Excuse me, but I am educated!" she snapped. "I know how to read, write, and have been complimented on my intelligence! And if you don't see that, then you're a simpleton!" Preminger gasped, clearly offended himself.
"How dare you!"
"You dared to say I was uneducated just because I'm a woman! Stop being so misogynistic!" Luciana spat. She was not one to be messed with when it came to equal rights. She was minoring in Women's Studies and she was passionate. Preminger's golden eyes narrowed at her and opened his mouth to speak when Anneliese walked into the room.
"Let her stay," she said. "She's cold and wet. At least let her stay for tonight."
"I suppose I will, darling," the queen said to her daughter. She then turned to Luciana. "You may stay. I will have a few servants prepare you a room and give you some clothes. You are invited to join us for dinner." A few maids were called for and they brought Luciana to her room after the queen said one last thing. "I apologize for Preminger's behavior. He is not usually like this." Luciana tried to maintain eye contact even though it was uncomfortable.
"You have been very nice. Thank you for letting me stay, Your Majesty," she said before going off to her new room. It was regal with a large bed. The maids brought in a red gown that was elegant and something that Luciana would wear if she lived in Marie Antoinette's time. They helped dress her and dry her off. It took two hours to have her styled. Luciana was grateful for dry clothes and her reflection in the mirror was stunning. She did not look like a rococo princess, but she looked pretty close. The red suited her. Soon, it was time for dinner and she was brought to the dining room.
"Please welcome, our guest," a servant said as she entered the room. Her brown hair was curled and styled similarly to Anneliese's but shorter. Her red dress contrasted from her pale skin and stood out. Preminger was eating at the moment and when he locked eyes with her, he dropped his fork.
"Do you regret being such an ass to me now?" Luciana said curtly with a smirk on her face. Preminger's cheeks went bright red, about as red as Luciana's dress. He said nothing. Luciana sat down next to him since that was the only seat open. She was still very upset with what he said and if this was not a dream, she would tell her friends on Quotev that she was taking a long break from Barbie fanfics. The pain burned. Her crush hated her. The one chance she had to meet him and he merely insulted her. It was a major blow to her self-esteem and made her question if Aaron liked her too. She had a fleeting thought that he would ditch her. She ate her dinner in silence, not wanting to speak even though the rest of the room was buzzing with chatter. She finished her plate and left without being excused. She knew that was probably not how to behave in a castle but she was overwhelmed and she needed to get to a quiet place. She knew just where to go, the library. When in doubt, go to the library. Didn't Hermione say that? Right? She had no idea that Preminger was following her.
She entered the library and began searching through the books. Shakespeare clearly existed here so that was her first option to search for. She found a copy of Hamlet and flipped to his famous soliloquy and began to recite it. "To be or not to be, that is the question..." She was oblivious to the fact that Preminger was standing in the doorway, listening to Luciana read from the book. A small smile was on his face.
"Too bad you don't have a sword because I've been here the whole time like Polonius was behind the tapestry," he said with a chuckle. Luciana jumped, startled from the sound of his voice.
"If I had a sword, I'd probably stab you willingly because of the way you spoke to me," she said coldly.
"I should not have assumed you were not educated just from your looks," Preminger said. "You seem to be passionate about literature."
"I am very passionate. Back home, my room is full of books. I have over one hundred and want more. I don't care if I don't have the time to read them all, I just like the aesthetic. But you never apologized to me, which I hope you will do before I get angry."
"I apologize," Preminger said. "You read the soliloquy well. It's like you know the play by heart."
"I studied it once. It was a dark time then. I relate a lot to Hamlet. I know his pain even thought my life is much different," Luciana told him without looking in his direction.
"How do you relate?" Preminger inquired. Luciana turned towards him.
"I don't want to talk about it," she said.
"Family drama I suppose?" Luciana nodded.
"Yep. And depression. Now leave me alone." She wanted to go home. She did not feel the excitement she thought she would feel. She regretted going through the door. If she hadn't, she would have still adored Preminger and wanted to write fanfics. Now, she was empty. He had one more chance to turn this around before Luciana would hate him forever.
"Well why don't you stick to your books, schoolgirl. Wouldn't that be fun?" Preminger said snidely before erupting into evil laughter. Luciana felt her cheeks go hot.
He saved it. Uh oh here comes the fangirling! "I will gladly stick to my books. It's something that makes me happy." She smiled as she held the book close to her chest. "I love the places words let me go."
"That's very poetic. By the way, I don't think I ever caught your name."
"Luciana. My name is Luciana. You may call me Lucy if you'd like," Luciana said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucy," Preminger said. Luciana smiled, admiring his golden eyes. "Tell me about yourself."
"I don't know if I can," Luciana said. "It's complicated."
"Earlier you said you know how to write. Is that just a skill or a hobby as well?"
"I love writing a lot. I do it almost every night. I write so many stories because they take me places beyond my imagination. It's tailored to me because I wrote it. I would love to share some of my stories will you one day. Maybe." Preminger grinned.
"I bet they are lovely. You seem more like me than anyone around here. Do you enjoy music?" Luciana nodded.
"I don't play anything but I like to listen to music and I once sang," she said. "Not so much now. Do you play any instruments? Like the harpsichord?" She hoped he'd say yes because if he did, that meant she guessed something right about him that was never specified in the movie. If he was a redhead as well, Luciana would lose it. That's the hair color she imagined him with.
"I take pride in playing the harpsichord," he told her with a triumphant smile. Luciana blushed.
"I'd love it if you'd serenade me," she sighed dreamily.
"First, tell me where you are from." Luciana felt her chest tighten.
Do I tell him I'm from another universe? Or is that too complicated? But I want him to know I adore him so much. Maybe I should wait to tell him the full story. Who knows if he's really sorry for being an ass. "I'm from a land far away," was all she said. "Very far from here."
"Oh."
"May I be serenaded?"
"Yes. Follow me." Preminger took her hand and led her to one of the music rooms. He sat down on the bench in front of the harpsichord. "Any requests?"
"Just play something you think I would like," Luciana said. Preminger sifted through the stack of sheet music and began playing a sarabande that Luciana recognized. It was a piece by Handel. Then she realized this was a scene straight out of Destined! Well, oddly similar. If Preminger asked her to sing "Lavender's Blue", that would be eerie. "I know this song," she told Preminger. "It's a favorite of mine."
"I'm glad you enjoy it. I found another song you'd like," Preminger said after he finished playing. "It's one that requires you to sing."
"Let me guess. 'Lavender's Blue'?"
"How did you know?" Preminger asked.
"Lucky guess?" Luciana replied. This is literally a variation of chapter four of my story. Preminger played Handel's 'Sarabande' for Juliette and then asked her to sing 'Lavender's Blue'. He's done the same for me. He put the sheet music in front of him.
"You ready?" Luciana blushed and her heart pounded.
"It's been ages since I've sang and I'm not warmed up," she protested.
"Just sing." He began to play. Luciana fiddled with her dress and began to sing. “Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender’s green. When you are king, dilly, dilly, I shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so? ’Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly that told me so.” Preminger smiled at her as she sang. She relaxed. She was living in one of her fantasies and she felt happy. “Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work. Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to the fork. Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to cut corn, while you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm. Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender’s green. If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.” She kept singing, her voice ringing through the halls in harmony with Preminger’s harpsichord. “I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing. When I am queen, dilly, dilly, you’ll be my king. Who told me so, dilly, dilly, who told me so? I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.” She smiled at him as she finished the song, hinting she really liked him without actually saying so.
"Brava!" he said. "You sang wonderfully! You have a lower voice, which is unique in the castle. Princess Anneliese has a different tone than you do."
"You said 'brava', which is the correct term in opera for congratulating a girl," Luciana said. "And thank you. I hardly ever sing."
"Do people forbid you in your kingdom?" Preminger questioned.
"Not really, but I feel like a caged bird there. I don't feel happy a lot. But my father remarked that it was nice to see me smile for once a few days ago."
"Well you're not caged here. Want to sing more?" Luciana nodded. She felt at ease with him, but was still wary. She hoped he was done with his sexist comments, but she also thought maybe he wasn't thinking before he said those words. Preminger set up another song for her to sing. She sang for him, her heart pouring. "You have a beautiful voice."
"Thanks," Luciana said sheepishly. "It's getting really late. We should probably get to bed."
"You're right. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
"Romeo and Juliet," Luciana said. "I love that play. It's tragic, yet poetic."
"Indeed it is." Preminger took her hand and led her to her chambers. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Preminger," Luciana responded, her heart beating fast. She went into her room and undressed after he left. She got into her nightgown and crawled into bed, falling asleep quickly. She hoped this had not been a dream and that she had actually met Preminger.
"Luciana!! You need to feed the dogs!" her mother called up to her, startling her from sleep. She looked around the room. She was back in her own room at home in her pjs. Her dog was curled up her her bed on the floor. Her closet door was closed as well.
It was just a dream. No wonder why I dreamt a scene similar to Destined. I guess I dreamt it. She got out of bed and grabbed the dog. She went downstairs and started her Wednesday morning. She had a lot to do that day, but afterwards, she would write her dream down, hoping to include it in a story. After getting dressed, she listened to "Lavender's Blue", imagining the scene in her dream, longing to see Preminger once more.
A/n: Written by @annethevampirequeen
#Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper#Phantom of the Opera#Harry Potter#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure#Marvel#Moon Knight#Magic#Crossover#Romance
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