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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 5 days

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If you do take requests at this moment, can I request a Hualian x GN reader where reader feels like the third wheel, and when Hualian look further into reader, they find out that reader is hurting themselves/trying to change in the way they look

That Hualian would baby reader, like take sharp objects out of arm’s reach, or spoon feed reader when it’s time to eat. Giving reader kisses and words of affirmation every time they’re around

Lol, I’m feeling very angsty, but if this request is a little too far, you don’t have to do it (I hope you’re doing great! Make sure to drink enough water!) 🥰

Shape Shifting Heart

HuaLian x gn!reader

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC

Made up looks about reader for plot

Tyyy Pepsi zero has become my hydration 😔🙏

Also I'm so sorry for disappearing but I've had like the worst few months of my life ever so 😃🙏 bear with me

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Being with Xie Lian and San Lang is the best thing that has ever happened to you. There's so much love to go around with three people and everyone is always taking care of each other! So you never listened to people being hateful about it, whether that be other gods or ghosts. You guys are happy and that all that matters right?

What happens when all of you aren't happy, when it's just one person bringing down the mood and the whole relationship? That's how you've been feeling lately. You haven't been much use to Xie Lian and San Lang these days. Often, you've been curled up in bed and staying hidden under the covers. For what reason? They don't know. You won't talk to them, and while Xie Lian and San Lang pride themselves on knowing you inside and out they can't figure out what's wrong.

You can't tell them. It's kind of embarrassing, humiliating even. How do you tell your lovers, "I feel like the third wheel, I feel neglected and left out" to the two kindest people you've ever met. Everything you do seems to make it worse and you're trying your best so you don't understand why it seems to put your relationship more on edge.

You had honestly just wanted to sulk and pout for a few days in bed over something silly. When they stopped visiting the bedroom it became a problem. All you do is lie here so what could possibly have made them want to leave you alone? You aren't even doing anything to warrant them off! Xie Lian and San Lang easily coddle each other all the time so why don't they think to do it with you? They stopped coming to the shared bedroom, even going as far to sleep in another bedroom together, but by themselves without you.

It only made you feel worse, are you so depressed and off putting they don't want to be near you now? Sadness becomes frustration and it fuels you to get out of bed in what has been weeks. You leave the room disheveled and groggy hoping to find one of your lovers to receive some affection, to you it feels like you haven't had in forever.

You find them together in the kitchen, an awfully domestic scene. Xie Lian cooking dinner and San Lang attached by the hip. The way San Lang holds Xie Lian's waist and stays close while Xie Lian bustles around the kitchen. Where you had once been and would usually love to hear the sound of their laughs and love filled giggles all it sounds like is mocking joy of what you once felt. How many nights has it been like this? How many nights have they been content without you?

"Making dinner without me?" You pipe up, leaning against the kitchen counter. Making dinner is a silly thing to be upset about. A part of you feels awful for being so jealous but the other doesn't. It's not like you're jealous of San Lang or jealous of Xie Lian. You don't spite a specific person. You're just jealous of the love they share, of their bond. You're envious of their happiness, you just want to be included too!

"Ah, y/n!", Xie Lian gives a wobbly smile, "Of course not" Xie Lian didn't know how to bring up that they've been trying to give you space. He doesn't know how to say it in a way that would sound reasonable to you. These days you've been a little irritated and you easily take words they say but add a whole new meaning to it. They know it's not your fault, it's one of your episodes maybe.

No one moves. They don't know whether to extend a hand to invite you or not but you seem to take it upon yourself. You walk closer and stick right up to Xie Lian's and San Lang's side. The tension - you can't tell if you're imagining it or not, you've been imagining a lot these days - is thick. "Well I feel a little better so I'll join from now on, what are you making?" You try to make conversation, you try to move closer in hopes that the domestic scene will just continue.

It doesn't. The room is tense and so are your lovers. You hate it. It makes you want to lash out, cry, and scream. Xie Lian and San Lang seem to be walking on eggshells around you and you don't know why. You've never gotten angry with them before, you've never been violent or aggressive with them so why are they acting like you're a ticking bomb?

San Lang attempts to break the tense atmosphere first. Wrapping hesitant hands around your waist and nuzzling into your hair, hair he will not mention is a bit notty. "We missed you" he murmurs into your long, bright locs. "We're glad you feel better" this seems to get the night moving smoothly again. It's pathetic how quickly you melt into San Lang's touch and preen at his words. It finally feels like you're included in the domestic picture they make.

The three of you eat dinner and enjoy it, Xie Lian's cooking has been getting a lot better but that's probably because you and San Lang were in the kitchen to help him. You're filled with a deep satisfaction when Xie Lian gently grabs your hand and all of you go to your shared bedroom together. Xie Lian pulls you into bed and They cuddle up next to you under the covers, placing gentle kisses on your face and shoulders.

You feel suddenly energetic because of the affection you're receiving. Making you giggle and kissing them back with new found passion. You won't lie you guys haven't had sex in a while so. . . You easily climb on San Lang, and straddle his hips. Kissing him eagerly and nipping against his lips. They weren't expecting you to be so eager but who are they to deny you.

Xie Lian gets behind you and slips off your robe, running his hands over your body. Your back, arms, hips, and thighs- your thighs. Xie Lian's hands freeze, and moves his hands as if he's been scalded. The sudden movement catches San Lang's attention and he sits up but he keeps you in his lap. "Gege what's wrong?" San Lang stares at Xie Lian and suddenly all the attention is off you. Somewhere inside you, you feel a little miffed at Xie Lian's reaction.

But you're concerned too so you turn your head to your other lover with concerned eyes, however Xie Lian is the one staring at you with pity. He turns on the light and sits next to San Lang. "His thighs, San Lang. . ." You scrunch your face. Of course that's what Xie Lian reacted so strongly about. While you were rotting in bed you were feeling so down in the dumps. So- so maybe you took it out on yourself and used your sword on your own skin.

It's not that big of a deal, they're already healed and just remain thick scars across your thighs but it matters to your lovers greatly. They've explored your body many times, and they know these are new. "Baobei, what happened?" Xie Lian cups your face with gentle hands but you turn your head the other way. You're irritated the night has stopped over something so trivial. "Nothing important, I was just feeling upset a few weeks ago, it's trivial now. Can't we just- can we not focus on that?"

Your face is scrunched in irritation and you try to roll your hips against San Lang but he removes you from his lap and onto the silk covers. You groan in frustration. The night was going perfectly and now it's all messed up! San Lang's eyes narrow as he gazes over your legs, and you swallow nervously. "This isn't something we can just ignore Y/n. You know that. . . Let's stop here for tonight" If it were San Lang saying it you wouldn't have minded as much but it's Xie Lian.

Xie Lian loves San Lang's body even with the scars on it so why won't he love yours?! "We don't have to stop! Just- ignore it, would you please?! I can get rid of them, I can look like whatever you want me to be! " You never notice when you start heaving for breath, when tears line your eyes and you try to cling to one of your lovers. You don't notice when you subconsciously change your body into something else because it's something you've always had the power to do.

So when your skin becomes smooth again, and unmarked it's something you don't even look over. But for Xie Lian and San Lang it's completely different. It's like looking at a stranger's body. Like looking at somebody who's never worked a day in their life, someone who has never gone to battle, something you are not but you're desperately trying to be. You have no scars, and the callouses on your hands have disappeared. They've memorized everything on you and now you've made yourself look completely different.

To you, it feels like they look at you with disgust and anger. You're breaking down and it's not something you're even registering. "Y/n stop!" San Lang gives up on keeping you on the bed and he lets you crawl into his lap, he cups your face with surprisingly gentle hands that contradict his angry voice. "Breathe Baobei" he rubs comforting circles into your hips and Xie Lian rubs your back. They're trying to get you to breathe and to stop hyperventilating.

San Lang never looks away from you, and he plants tiny kisses in your cheeks to get rid of your tears. When did you start crying? You don't remember. You eventually calm down from listening to your lovers instructions and their loving touches. When you're finally breathing normally again and the tension leaves your body they try talking to you again. Xie Lian rubs his fingers through your hair, he doesn't like how you've easily changed yourself. He misses your bright locs not the dark ones you've decided to take on. He kisses your head. "I want to talk to my Y/n now. Can I?" Xie Lian asks sweetly.

You've always been you but he wants to talk to his lover not the made up version of yourself. You sniffle and San Lang pats your waist. You take the encouragement and change back to your original body. When you make a weird noise in your throat that sounds close to a sob Xie Lian wraps around you and kisses your nape. "That's good Baobei, we're proud of you." San Lang and Xie Lian glance at each other and in that moment decide to drop the topic about your new found scars. They can only try to find the root of the issue now.

San Lang kisses your forehead and then below your eyes and then your lips. "Tell us what's wrong?" San Lang poses it as a question. As in, you don't have to but it would greatly help them if you did. You feel pathetic and selfish. You don't know why you broke down over something so silly and foolish. "I-I felt, I felt like a t-third wheel. You guys seem so happy without me and all I do is mess up, I'm sorry " you start to cry again and you rub at your eyes harshly but San Lang holds your wrists gently and keeps them away from your eyes.

Xie Lian kisses your shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry for baobei. No one's at fault." He runs his hands over your thighs, making circles with his fingers. "We didn't mean to make you feel left out, we just wanted to give you space. We thought that's what you needed" Xie Lian explains softly. You nod and sniffle. That's more reasonable than whatever your mind came up with. San Lang pulls you closer by the waist. "If we make you feel like that tell us Baobei, we'll fix it immediately" he says with narrowed eyes. You know he isn't upset with you and he's probably beating himself up for not being able to tell. You kiss him deeply and sigh against his lips.

"M'sorry, I know you love me I just- my mind tells me awful things." You whisper in San Lang's lips and kiss him again. San Lang grunts and playfully tugs a piece of your hair. "Should I beat it up for you?" It makes you giggle.

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For the next few days and even few weeks they baby you endlessly. Xie Lian keeps an eye on sharp objects and makes sure you can't get into the weapons room. He also confiscated your sword and he won't even let you hold knives in the kitchen. The only sword you're allowed to be around is E'ming and they know you wouldn't do that to him or San Lang.

They have no problem with dragging you everywhere they go and often San Lang likes to feed you during meals. At first you blushed and insisted you could do it yourself but San Lang waved your concerns away and said "Let me take care of you". They coddle you a lot and one of them is always in the room with you. You know now that you need to work on your communication and not let your mind get to you. It was a big misunderstanding but San Lang and Xie Lian treat it as if it was a genuine problem.

You're suffocated with love but you wouldn't change it for the world.

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #hua cheng x reader #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #tgcf x male reader #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader #mxtx tgcf #tgcf angst

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theflyindutchwoman · 5 months

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No sense in arguing about it. But we're so good at arguing. I know. But I'm hoping that we're good at certain other things, as well. Oh? Want to find out right now? Yeah.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.12 - Death Notice

Sometimes I wonder whether this scene is real or not… I just love it so much. It's serious, it's tender, it's playful… it's sizzling. It has some of the same intimate vibes as their very first kiss, with all the dim lights and candles everywhere, while still having its own flavor. Its own identity. Like the fact that they're in the kitchen this time, with Lucy preparing dinner for them. And the domestic feels in this… Cooking is one of her love languages, her way of showing how much she cares. There was already a hint of that when she sent food to Tim during his recovery after the events at the quarantine house. And we saw her cooking for Tamara, for Angela… or for her parents to celebrate her graduation (and I'm still salty about that one). This is something that she clearly has in common with Tim, judging by the way he looks so happy while making pancakes for her or how they apparently enjoy watching cooking shows together. It's their thing and it's so nice that they finally have someone with whom they can share this… Someone who can fully appreciate it.

All this romantic ambiance doesn't prevent Lucy from still talking about the job though, and more specifically her hypothetical transfer. She wants to get that out of the way before taking that next step and she's right. She is prodding a bit, asking Tim for his input since he has yet to explicitly endorse her plan. And she has to sense that he has been deflecting a bit, delaying the decision. For good reason, of course. The way he looks so at peace with his choice when he admits that he has already asked for his transfer so she wouldn't have to leave versus how upset and distressed she is by this… The softness in his voice when he says 'that doesn't matter' when she worries about him not liking his new job… There's this thing Eric does with his voice here that is amazing. I don't know if he was sick when they filmed that scene, his voice sounds slightly different somehow, huskier… And it fits the mood so well.

But that aside, it's not like her worries are entirely baseless either. Lucy understands exactly the sacrifice he's making because she knows how much he loves patrol and the action. And this is the kind of decision that could eventually lead to resentment. At the same time, this is Tim : he knows what he is doing. It's not the first time he had to consider doing a similar thing. Only, now, he has found someone who is worth the effort. Who is worth more than his job. So it's a trade off he is willing to make without hesitation. He raises another good point : a transfer for her would most likely mean that she would have to prove herself again. It might not be a demotion per se, but she would have to pay her dues again. Besides, he has to know that this is merely temporary : he just needs to wait for a better position to open up. Whereas changing stations would be a more permanent option and would prevent them from working or spending time together at work. There's such a romantic quality in the fact that he wants to spend as much time as possible with her, even if it's just for a few minutes here and there… Honestly, the way these two always light up when they see the other at the station is so incredibly soft.

'No sense in arguing about it' - 'But we're so good at arguing' This exchange is simply perfect… It's inherently them. What started as real arguments slowly evolved into this form of flirting for them. It lost its edge and blossomed into this playfulness and teasing they have mastered a long time ago… It was their way of showing how much they cared. So it's nice to see them acknowledge it and recognise that they enjoy doing it. Even more so considering how much Lucy used to avoid arguing with Chris, because deep down, it wasn't worth it. This really underlines the difference. And her tone, her smile when she admits enjoying arguing with him… That kiss… Tim standing up… Her hand lingering… And his flirting… He's come so far from 'naked times', he's getting smoother. The little tilt of her head, teasing him… And his grin! With all the laughing lines so visible… Their little swaying… His little 'yeah', barely audible, just for them… Her big smile… How she doesn't waste any more time and takes off his shirt, one with snap buttons because he came prepared… The man understood the assignment! The way she slightly leans away from him so she can check him out (shamelessly) while he's trying to lean forward, not wanting to stop that kiss or to be so far from her… Their forehead touching… The way he gets rid of his shirt… Her freaking smile… Their hands! The way he cradles her head… Her hands roaming all over his body… Her little giggles… His hand behind her head when they hit the wall, to ensure she doesn't hurt herself… The detail of her hair against the closed door… Speaking of. 'I opened the door for you'… The imagery of opened doors since their feelings have been out, has been so strong… Well, this time, Tim gets to close it. It's really just a detail, but so symbolic.

This is the beginning of a new era for them… And what makes me so happy is how Lucy and Tim are staying true to themselves. It's really about adding another element to their relationship, not changing it.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.12 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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elitadream · 7 months

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I swear you pull off Mario and Luigi's bond perfectly in this AU! (And not just in this AU but in your other art as well!)

I can imagine the adventures your versions of Mario and Luigi go on!

For some reason, Super Mario Odyssey is coming to mind. I wonder how this version of Bowser and Peach would go in that, since Bowser is much more cruel in your verse. I also remember Luigi's Balloon World, where Luigi's so supportive to Mario. I can imagine your version of Mario being so happy to chat with his brother, venting his fears and pains as well as receiving love and comfort and telling happy memories to Luigi too. All while Luigi comforts Mario and laughs with Mario during happy times.

Also, poor Luigi in the Snow Kingdom forgetting his coat, he looked so cold in his overalls. I can imagine Mario instantly dragging his shivering brother to the Odyssey for soup and blankets.

Sorry for the rambling. My point is, your version of Mario and Luigi and Peach and Bowser is soo cool and I love them and it makes me think of what the games would be like in your verse (we need more vulnerable Mario). I just needed to let it all out. Keep up the good work and thank you!

Thank you! 🥹 I'm sure glad you like my portrayal of the bros! I just love them so much. 💞

Also these are all wonderful examples!! While I haven't thought of full adventures for them yet per say, I've often pictured them in a wide variety of very specific scenarios; picturing how each would react to this or that situation, how their interactions would go, what the primary mood would be, etc. 😊 Be it in a context where they're younger, where one of them is feeling down, where there are romantic shenanigans involved or where the setting is cozy and domestic, I find their relationship simply delightful to explore!

And omg YES, more vulnerable Mario ftw!! 😩💯 Some could say that mine is arguably perhaps even a bit too vulnerable, but that's just how I like to present him. 🥺💖 Emotional depth and openness is one of my absolute favorite traits to illustrate, and in my personal opinion, it's one that suits Mario quite well. ☺️

#thanks again!! ❤️💚#I love hearing about hypothetical scenarios that are partially inspired/taken from the source material #it always makes for really fun references 😁#plus some of these ideas cab lead to great concepts as well 👀#My whole body swap tangent WAS directly inspired from a scene in Odyssey after all 😏🤭#that's what makes these elements so great #they're easily adaptable 🤓✨️#asks #mario #luigi #good bros 💗#brotherhood talk #headcanons and ideas #personal portrayal #characterization

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dipplinduo · 2 months

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#1 - 50

no im kidding LOLLLL #25 and 34.

(Context: Questions for Fic Writers Ask Game) LOOOOOL I WAS ABOUT TO BE LIKE "DAMN OKAY" xD

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

My toxic habit is that I go on google and look up synonyms of a word and search until I find one I like if I notice I'm repeating myself/want it to hit different. I should be using actual resources imo but I'm too lazy to go find them.

I also tend to research random things for accuracy (e.g. for S&S D, I often check what pokemon are available in certain areas for worldbuilding; for DIOH I recently went on a whole deep dive about sencha so I could incorporate cultural stuff & things like taste appropriately, etc.)

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Sweet & Sour Dipplins:

I recently said this but Kieran's dialogue regarding gayness was verbatim my memory of what little me said in response to learning about gay people & a family member's disapproval of gay marriage ("Isn't love just love, though?")

Some of the highlights of Juliana's character are based on what I aspire to be/try to be, and her character flaws are based on what I know are my own.

Not really irl stuff but I lazily decided Juliana's team is legit my Scarlet team because I didn't feel like putting too much thought into it LOOOOL

I think I pull from my interactions with my irl guy friends when thinking of what Drayton would do/say sometimes. Also same with the bromance that is Arven/Crispin.

I base a lot of Sweet & Sour Applins' behaviors off of cats. Sweet Applin is more of my freinds' domestic cats, while Sour Applin is closer to a cat I grew up with and saved from the streets. She had a very big love/hate relationship with me in particular DESPITE ME BEING THE FIRST HUMAN SHE WARMED UP TO AND THE LITERAL REASON SHE GOT A HOME-

One of the S&S kissing scenes is based on something I've experienced personally. I am not saying which one. 💀

The Dichotomy in Our Hearts:

People in my personal life often describe my disposition as being "sunshiney", but I can have my own broody rainclouds when I'm down lol. I usually appreciate being able to talk about my feelings but if I'm in a particularly rare mood of total despondence nothing will really work on me other than silence and physical touch. It's my primary love language and Kieran's own despondence being broken through with it in Chapter 2 is a very ME thing in hindsight LOOOOL

Juliana hiding her feelings is something I have absolutely done with crushes growing up, and her shy but curious and caring disposition is based off of my past self. How she will deal with her secret crush on Kieran will also be dealt with in the way I have dealt with my own (although this is coincidence and is for the plot).

A Sugary Sweet Kiss:

One time I went on a date with someone who was really really nervous the whole time, and I pulled a littleeeee bit from him when I was characterizing Kieran. I also dressed very nicely while the other person dressed down like Juliana and Kieran did in the fic. xD

#I am happy I get to do this! :D #fun questions #<3 #asks #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #juliana pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran #personal lore #theres more for 34 but I think thats good enough for now #applin supremacy #ask game

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ruppcake · 1 year

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I'm so glad to see someone who is still hooked up on Klaus. SO I'd like to request fluff with Mogens because the lack of anything with him is so depressing. I've searched everywhere for x readers of him and not gotten very lucky. Thanks so much and have a nice day!

(ah sorry this took me a while to answer! so i decided to do Headcannons and a One Shot since you didn’t specify what you wanted so i did both. i hope that’s alright! 😅 also i understand not being able to find any klaus content)

Mogens Fluff Headcannons + One Shot

you both met when he took you over to smeerensburg on his boat and you were very nice to him becoming his friend in the process (but could also see enemies to lovers kind of thing happening too)

after getting to know each other more y’all got really close then became more than friends

will give you his jacket or a blanket (if you’re on his boat) if you’re cold (i imagine he keeps blankets on his boat just in case)

not super clingy but can be. usually depends on his mood tho

he can be overprotective of you and very loving as well (once he warms up to you a bit more ofc)

will give you hugs and kisses when you ask or sometimes will do it randomly (i imagine he would just for comfort if he’s not alright but doesn’t want to open up about it yet)

would love to lay next to you or have you on top of him when y’all go to sleep or just cuddle. makes him feel more safe 🥺

usually would wake up before you either it’s for work or he naturally does it on his days off. very few times you would wake up before him

loves to cook with you but also likes it when he comes home from work and you’re in the middle of baking. hell sit there and watch as you’re making cookies or something “Mogens? Where did some of the cookies i just made go?” Mogens: 🤭🤫😋

loves coming home to you and being able to cuddle with someone or just have someone to talk to (i can see you being the reason why he opens up more and starts to be more comfortable around others)

he is domestic af! (he shows this when he gets more comfortable with you)

would be alright with dating anyone (let’s go gæs! i see him as pansexual)

he is such a gentleman when it comes to you but he can also be a gentleman with other people as well (is genuinely a good guy from time to time)

always checking in on you when he isn’t busy with work (i thought of the beginning of the movie when he takes Jesper to smeerensburg and after he takes him to the post office he comes home to check on you 🥹)

as a date he will take you out on the boat for a private date under the stars. he would have a picnic and a bunch of blankets ready as well along with some candles (romantic af! 😩)

since you love him for him, he would love you for you and would always remind you as you do with him ♥️

loves it when you wear his clothes. “Darling? Have you seen my—“ you: standing in the mirror with his jacket on “So that’s where it went. 😏”

would just hold you on lazy days and is very lovable with you

nicknames for him: hunny, handsome, love, hunk, etc.

nicknames for you: darling, dear, love, beautiful, etc.

{note: (y/f/bf) = your favorite breakfast food. (y/f/md) = your favorite morning drink. (y/n) = your name}

It was a crisp, winter morning in Smeerensburg . The sun was slowly peeking through the curtains of the small but cozy bedroom. Mogens stirred a little bit before opening his eyes while sitting up in bed. He looked over next to him and smiled looking at your sleeping form. Leans over to give you a quick kiss on the head then getting up from the bed making sure to not wake you up in the process. He walks out of the room and towards the kitchen. A little while later you wake up to the smell of food being made. Questioning what it could be you decided to get out of bed to go see but as you were about to get up, Mogens comes walking into the room with a tray of (y/f/bf) and a cup of (y/f/md). “Oh! Hey there sleepy head! How did you sleep?”, he said once he made eye contact with you. “Heyyyy. I slept alright. How about you? How long have you been up for?”, you replied sitting up giving him a sleepy smile. He chuckled at you setting the tray on the table next to your side of the bed then going back to his side to climb back into bed with you. “Eh not too bad. Also I’ve only been up for a little while.” You grabbed your tray of food and started eating it while Mogens takes a sip of his coffee looking at you when you hum happily at what you were eating. “Mmm! This is really good you made this??” He smiles and nods at you. “Hunny, this is really good!” “Why thank you, my dear. Glad you appreciate my cooking like how I appreciate yours.” He kisses your cheek while you blush a little. “Did you make yourself something as well?” Mogens nods and sips his coffee again. Smiling at knowing he ate, you continued to eat yourself. Both of you were taking in the peace and quiet of the morning. Taking in breaths of the fresh, morning air while enjoying each others company in silence. Once you finished your food, you set the tray down scooting closer to Mogens before wrapping your arms around his neck then kissing him on the cheek as a thank you for making you breakfast. He laughs lightly at your actions while wrapping his arms around your waist. “Is this your way of thanking me for making you breakfast in bed?” You nodded kissing him again. “How did I get so lucky finding an amazing person like you, Mogens my love?” “I should be saying the same thing about you, my dear (y/n).” You have him a loving smile before nuzzling into his chest. He gave you a kiss on the head then laid his head on top of yours. You both stayed like that for a little while before having to actually get out of bed and have to get started on what you both had to do that day.

thank you for the request! again sorry it took me some time to answer! I hope you like it! ☺️🫂

#mogens klaus #klaus 2019 #klaus headcanons #mogens

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 11 months

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Salvation Chapter 8: Matt

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: None.

Matt whistled to himself as he walked to Y/N's house the next morning, feeling surprisingly well-rested. I guess that's what being in love will do.

He admittedly was usually a very sensitive sleeper and wasn't really able to rest with someone else in bed with him, which was part of the reason he only went home with one-night-stands instead of taking them back to his place, but with Y/N in his bed he had gotten the most restful sleep he'd had in years. He wasn't sure if it was because having her tucked safe in his arms with her head on his chest and her heart beating steadily in his ears had relaxed him or if the 3 rounds of amazing sex they had had Saturday night had exhausted him to the point of restfulness (or even if it was a combination of the two), but he had fallen asleep fairly quickly.

He grinned to himself. While he and Foggy were getting whiskey and glasses in order to toast Y/N officially joining Nelson and Murdock he couldn't help but overhear Y/N telling Karen about their evening together and had been both embarrassed at having the cause of his good mood figured out so easily and proud of Y/N's review of his performance. He had known that Y/N had enjoyed their amorous activities but of course it had been nice to have confirmation… even if said confirmation hadn't actually been intended for his ears at the time.

He reached Y/N's door and rang the doorbell, smiling again as he heard Y/N's footsteps walking towards the door.

"Morning, honey," Y/N said in greeting as she opened the door.

"Good morning," Matt said in reply, then held out the cup of coffee he had picked up from Y/N's favorite café on his way over. "For you."

Y/N took a sip and sighed in bliss. "Oh my goodness, I could kiss you right now."

Matt grinned. "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

Y/N wrapped an arm around him and gave him a kiss. "You are the best boyfriend ever, have I ever told you that?"

Matt shrugged casually. "Eh, even if you have, I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

Y/N laughed lightly. "You are the best. Boyfriend. Ever." She punctuated the last three words with more kisses.

"Mmm, really glad you think so." Matt took her free hand and gave it a squeeze. "Ready for your first official day at Nelson and Murdock?"

"Yep. Put me to work, boss."

Matt chuckled. "Once your workspace is set up I'll definitely take you up on that."

They set off down the street towards Nelson and Murdock together. "I think once we get everything set up for you we're going to have you help out with sorting through the McIntyre files, then once we get that organized you can start pulling the old client files and inputting them into the new database," Matt continued. "And after that's done maybe you and I can work together on organizing the Braille copies of our files if I'm not still swamped with this case. I'll read them off and you can label, organize, and file them. We just got some new filing cabinets so we can finally get everything out of boxes. Oh, and we'll need Braille labels made as well, but I can show you how to use the Braille labeler. It's not that difficult."

"Okay, yeah, that sounds fine. And I can look into learning Braille while we're at it. I wonder if the library has anything…" Y/N trailed off as they paused at a crosswalk.

Matt turned towards her, surprised. "You would do that?"

Y/N squeezed his hand. "For you? Of course. Besides, you've got way more important things to do with your time than to waste it having to help me organize files since that's literally what you hired me for."

Matt shook his head as Y/N led him across the street. "Any time I spend with you is not wasted, sweetheart, I promise you that. And I can teach you if you really want to learn Braille."

"That'd be cool. Thanks, honey."

Matt nodded. "It's not a problem."

He could picture himself standing behind Y/N, gently holding her hands in his larger ones as he guided her fingers over the raised bumps, the hitch in Y/N's breath as she deciphered the three words Matt had printed --

Okay, yeah, hopefully by the time she can actually read Braille I'll have long since told her I love her.

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, Foggy should be working on getting a computer and phone set up on the spare reception desk for you, and Karen took care of any other basic office supplies."

Y/N nodded. "Okay. So… question: how do you want me to refer to you at the office?"

Matt's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean like, do I need to call you 'Mr. Murdock'?"

Matt smirked. "Only when we're alone at the office late at night… Miss Y/L/N."

Y/N let out a huff of laughter. "I meant in front of the clients, Matthew."

Matt grinned. "I'm totally kidding. Karen usually refers to Foggy and me as Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock when speaking to the clients but by our first names when she's speaking directly to us, but it's honestly up to you."

Y/N nodded. "Okay. I'll just do the same then."

She took another sip of her coffee. "So tell me about this new case."

Matt filled her in during the rest of their walk to the office. "Our client is accused of shooting a bodega clerk during a robbery-gone-wrong. Witnesses report seeing someone matching his description entering the store then later fleeing the scene. Foggy and I spent most of yesterday talking to Alex and trying to get ahold of his case file, so today we're going to start re-interviewing potential witnesses so we can compare our statements to the ones Zimmerman took -- although I have a feeling his won't be useful at all -- while Karen hangs back at the office answering the phone and helping you get acclimated."

"Sounds good."

"Oh, and I'll get a key to the office made for you while I'm out tomorrow too."

"'Kay."

"Any other questions so far?"

"Nope, not right now."

"Okay." Matt squeezed her hand as they arrived at the office. "I know I threw a lot of info at you just now so feel free to ask if you need me to repeat or clarify anything later."

"Will do."

Matt fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the outer door. "Ladies first."

He followed Y/N inside and waited for her to open the door to the inner office, grinning as Foggy and Karen called out, 'surprise!'

While Y/N had been in the restroom the previous evening Matt, Foggy, and Karen had decided to put together a small welcome celebration for her, so Foggy had met Matt at the cafe he had gotten Y/N's coffee from in order to pick up some doughnuts while Karen decorated the office and picked up the bouquet of flowers Matt had ordered from the florist down the street.

"Oh, you guys…" Y/N said softly.

"Welcome to Nelson and Murdock, sweetheart," Matt said, wrapping an arm around Y/N's waist and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"We're glad you're here," Foggy added.

"Thank you." Y/N hugged Matt back before moving to hug Karen and Foggy. "You guys are the best."

Matt set his messenger bag down before grabbing a doughnut for Y/N and himself.

"Thank you for the flowers," Y/N said, giving Matt a quick peck and taking her doughnut. "They're beautiful."

"You're welcome."

Matt had breathed a sigh of relief when he had been able to order a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers from the florist down the block from the office that morning. He'd arrived right when they had opened and luckily for him they hadn't been too busy that morning to take his special order. He'd hurriedly dictated the text for the card and had paid, explaining that he was late for another appointment and that his office assistant would be picking the bouquet up for him.

"I know we have a lot to do today," Y/N said once they had all eaten, "so what do you need me to do first?"

"I have some paperwork you need to fill out for HR stuff," Karen replied. "Then we can start on the McIntyre files."

"And Foggy and I should get going so we can question Alex's neighbors," Matt said. "We'll see you two later?"

Y/N gave his hand a squeeze. "Okay, see ya."

Matt grabbed his bag then he and Foggy headed out.

"Hey, so I didn't get a chance to ask you again how Saturday night went," Foggy said as they started down the sidewalk together, "although I'm guessing it went well based on your mood yesterday morning and the fact that Y/N offered to work for us."

Matt nodded with a grin. "It did go well. Not quite in the way I had expected, but it definitely went well… very well, as a matter of fact."

Foggy laughed. "I knew that was your 'I got laid' face!"

"Oh, it was more than just that, Fog. Waking up with Y/N in my arms was… well it was indescribable, actually. Best sleep I've gotten in years."

Foggy hissed. "Oh, shit… So Y/N was still there when I called yesterday morning. Damn, I'm sorry, man. Had I known that I could've handled the meeting with Alex solo."

"Nah, it's fine. Y/N was really understanding about me having to go to work but I promised to make it up to her anyway as soon as we get this case under control."

"Well, hopefully one of the witnesses saw something that'll actually help Alex."

Matt nodded. "Especially considering that he's innocent. Clearly he either dropped his wallet on his way out of the store or the real robber pickpocketed him and left the wallet when he fled, but the fact that his wallet was found at the scene and 3 separate witnesses ID'd him doesn't help."

"I just wish we could track down the security footage from that night. Zimmerman swore he had gotten it but said it must've gotten misplaced before they could review it, and now it's too late because the original footage has long since been deleted."

"Yeah."

Foggy paused. "Alright, we're here. You ready?"

Matt nodded before knocking on the door. "Let's do this."

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Arrived at the bodega around 11:10, bought a bag of chips and a soda, paid for his items, then left and went home until the police showed up to arrest him the next morning. Never realized his wallet was missing until presented with it at the station.

Matt ran his hands through his hair as he went over Alex's statement again. He knew he hadn't been lying when he had given his version of events, but multiple witnesses had described seeing him fleeing the scene. Something isn't adding up. Maybe one of Zimmerman's witness statements will help.

Among the multitude of files were 2 shoeboxes of unlabeled CDs containing video recordings of witness statements pertaining to the case, which Y/N was currently labeling and transcribing.

Matt smiled to himself. She was already proving to be a valuable asset to the firm -- she was a very quick learner and had already sorted through and organized many of the McIntyre case files over the week and a half she had been with them.

He looked up as he heard a knock on his doorframe. "Hey, just letting you know that I'm gonna call it for the night as soon as I transcribe this last interview," Y/N said. "It's getting late."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, okay. Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll walk you home. What time is it?"

"About a quarter to ten."

"In that case, do you feel like grabbing some dinner first? There's a few places nearby that stay open late during the week."

Y/N hummed. "I was just gonna reheat some leftovers when I got home but that sounds like a much better option. Let me finish this up, then we can get going."

"Okay, sounds good sweetheart."

Y/N's footsteps retreated back to her desk and Matt could hear her clicking her computer mouse.

A few seconds later she gasped. "Matt! Matt, come here!"

Matt was up out of his chair and by her side in a flash. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"I think I just found the missing security footage from the night of the murder!"

Oh thank God. "Seriously? That's fantastic!"

"Yeah, I-- hang on a second." Y/N clicked around a bit. "Okay, yeah, there's Alex entering the store… ok he's at the counter, talking to the clerk, he's paying… and now he's gone."

Matt nodded. "Just like he said it happened."

"Let me see…" Y/N clicked a bit more. "Wait, he's back. Oh hang on, no, I don't think that's -- Oh. Oh shit."

She reached out and tapped the spacebar on her keyboard to pause the video, then drew in a shaky breath. "Well the good news is that that's definitely the footage of the robbery and murder. The even better news is that it's definitely not Alex, although it is someone about his height with a similar build."

Matt pulled out his phone and tapped the screen to pull up his contacts. "I have to call Foggy. Make a copy of that, will you, sweetheart?"

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

Matt put his phone to his ear as it rang.

"Hey, Matt, what's up?" Foggy said in greeting.

I need you to get down here," Matt replied. "Y/N just found the missing security footage from the bodega mixed up in that box of unlabeled witness interviews from Zimmerman's office."

"Oh my god, that's fantastic! I'll call Karen and we'll be there as soon as we can."

"Okay, see you soon." Matt hung up. "Foggy and Karen are on their way."

"Okay. So what happens now? They let Alex go, right?"

Matt nodded. "We had an evidentiary hearing scheduled for tomorrow morning in order to request some more time to go over all of the discovery, but if we can get the video to D.A. Cubillas tonight we should be able to get the charges completely dismissed instead."

"I'll see if I can get ahold of her cell." Y/N picked up her phone and dialed. "Hi, yes, District Attorney Cubillas? This is Y/F/N Y/L/N from Nelson and Murdock. I apologize for calling so late, but we've found the missing security footage pertaining to the McIntyre case and since it not only completely clears our client of any wrongdoing but also gives you a clear look at the actual perpetrator I figured you'd want to see it right away rather than wait until it's introduced into evidence tomorrow. Yes, ma'am, we'll be here. Okay. See you soon."

She hung up. "She's on her way too."

Matt nodded. "Great. With any luck Alex will be a free man in just a couple of hours."

He grinned. "You know what that means?"

Y/N shook her head. "No, what?"

"It means that I now have this weekend completely free."

Y/N hummed. "Whatever shall you do with all that free time?"

Matt chuckled. "Well, I do owe you a redo of our last date night -- nice quiet dinner at home, a little wine, a little music…"

He wrapped his arms around Y/N. " Lots of naked cuddling."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Naked cuddling, huh? In that case count me in."

"Saturday evening work for you? Around 5?"

"Yeah that's perfect, honey."

"Great." Matt gave her a quick kiss before letting her go. "Now let's go save our client."

#lotmf writes #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x yn #Salvation Masterlist

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all I remember — @andfollowthesun

2.159 words / @1dchristmasfest / Harry x Niall

“Okay,” Niall says. “Don’t get me wrong, ’m grateful for the fans and the music and everything— “—and your fifty guitars, and the very expensive pieces of real estate in London—” “Yeah, yeah,” Niall waves his hand. “But fame is also what’s right now preventing me from throwing me hat in the ring to be Holmes Chapel’s next jelly wrestling champion.”

Heartwarming, that is the perfect word to describe this fic because even though it is very short you are able to fall in love with Niall and Harry with every word. It's fun and portrays Narry perfectly, showing how important is for your partner to be your best friend as well.

Winter Light Spectacular — @reminiscingintherain

2.631 words / @girldirectionfest / Harry x Louis

‘Coming Soon! Winter Light Spectacular! Starting Friday 11th December, 5pm, Golden Botanic Gardens. Entry free.’ Louis blinked as she read the poster in the staff room. “Uhh… what is this?” she asked, looking around with a raised eyebrow. ~~~~ When head gardener Louis has the plans of a light show dropped in her lap, she's instantly protective of her gardens. Can coordinator Harry change her mind?

This fic is simply wonderful. Louis’ sassy character swearing up a storm, but still being kind and good natured rings so very true. Give this one a read if you’re looking for a sweet fic with good banter! You can also listen to this as a podfic here!

Dine with me — cyandiamond

2.689 / Harry x Louis

Harry’s ready to close up the shop and go home after a long shift, until an unexpected turn of events makes him rethink.

Some fics you read in order to be in a new world and this is one of them. This fic has such a wonderful and vivid sense of place. The imagery brings the cute story to life and a smile to any reader’s face.

Worries, Kisses and Surprises — @neondiamond

3.105 words / Harry x Louis

Harry and Louis are hosting Christmas dinner with both of their families for the very first time. Harry is a little stressed out about it, but for a good reason.

The domesticity packed in this fic is just perfect! It’s sickeningly sweet and a cozy read for a cold winter evening.

I don't care about the present — littlejo_ana

3.522 words / Harry x Louis

“You're not really saying that Michael Bublé's version is better than Mariah's." He said, raising his eyebrows, but Louis just smiled. “That's exactly what I'm saying," he answered, crossing his arms over his chest, his blue eyes focused on Harry as if daring him to contradict him. “Well, you're wrong then, Mariah Carey's version is a classic, and it's iconic!” He said back, crossing his arms over his chest as well, because two could play that game. “It's overplayed and everybody's tired of it," Harry gasped dramatically. “Now, Michael's version, it's new, romantic and engaging.” or the one where Harry and Louis compete for the best version of "All I want for christmas" and somehow, they both win.

This fic is a frank and fun discussion of Christmas songs. It’s wrapped in some cute banter and friendly competition that in the end both Harry and Louis win.

santa, won't you bring me the one i really need? — @alwaysxlarrie

5.539 words / @1dchristmasfest / Harry x Louis

This Christmas, Louis is going to ask for new friends, because his are the worst. That's the only possible explanation for how he's been dragged into dressing up as Santa and taking photos with strange small children at the mall for hours on end. I mean, Christmas is a season of being cheerful and all, but this is ridiculous! …although the handsome guy who his friend somehow managed to persuade to play the elf is at least a small perk of the job.

This fic is extremely cute and funny, perfect to start getting into that chilly Christmas mood, almost like a Christmas romcom!

Christmas won’t be the same this year— @dearmrsawyer

7.473 words / Liam x Louis

Liam is a suburban dream. Louis hates him and his Christmas lights.

One part new neighbors, two parts jealousy, one part attraction. Add some Christmas sparkle and stir generously, and you’ll get this crazy, fun fic about rivalry and redemption. Liam will warm your heart. Louis will have you groaning into your hands. But when they come together, it’ll leave you cheering.

Avoiding every mistletoe (until i know it’s true love) — @stylesthebrave

10.315 words / Harry x Louis

Even as the day comes to a close, Louis isn’t afraid to call the man sitting next to him on the sofa, watching snowflakes fall outside as the scent of sugar cookies fill the flat, the love of his life. Through his anger and sadness, never once did he stop loving Harry or regret loving Harry. If anything, he’s afraid of a world where he isn’t loving Harry. So, yeah, his heart is pretty content right now. Or, the Christmas exes to lovers AU.

While a chilling snowstorm builds around them, Harry and Louis attempt to talk about what broke them up and slowly rekindle the warmth that used to burn between them. The feelings are relatable and the hope is contagious in this sweet story of ex-lovers getting a second chance.

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If you can’t get enough of our recs in this post, make sure to check out our tags page and scroll through the categories to see if you find any more fics you like! — FYMHM xx

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-> thoma x gn!reader

-> fluff

-> wc: 1457

-> note: reader is a housekeeper with thoma for the kamisato estate in this!! also for some reason in my mind doing laundry with a partner (or in general someone you love) just has like. a special romantic and domestic appeal to me. i can't explain it but i love thoma and he was very fitting for the idea so here we are

being a housekeeper at the kamisato estate was exhausting. still, you couldn't help but look forward to certain tasks; specifically, laundry. every so often the property's rooms would be stripped of the bedding– blankets, sheets, pillowcases, everything– to be thoroughly washed. of course, housekeepers were to get up very early to start this task. despite this, there was always a warm sense of familiarity to days like these. you'd start with your own room, collecting up the linens. you'd trudge sleepily out of your room, where you'd run into thoma. he'd be leaving his own room across the hall from yours, basket held tightly in one arm. his blond hair would be still a bit tousled from sleep, his eyes bleary as he rubs at them. spotting you, his mood would jump. with a wide grin on his lips, he'd raise a hand up to wave at you, hurriedly scurrying over to you.

"good morning!" thoma whispered, being respectful of those in the estate who hadn't gotten up yet.

"morning, thoma," you tell him, playfully knocking him with your shoulder as he falls into step next to you. "ready for laundry day?"

"always am, aren't i?" he chuckles, humming a tune as you two make your way through the hallways.

it wasn't a secret that you two were considered two of the most capable 'fixers' around the kamisatos. thus, you two ended up spending a lot of time together working through chores that needed to be done. like many days before, you two were always the first ones up to start collecting laundry, then bringing it to other housekeepers to wash. once everything was dry, you and thoma would again go through and dress the rooms once more. holding your wooden basket under your arm, you and thoma begin the process of waking up the household. by the time the sun fully began to rise, the two of you had been through every room, baskets full.

"wow, we got this done so much faster this time!" thoma holds his hands on his hips, looking over the work you'd done. you two had just started handing off the full baskets to be washed. "it feels like everything is done so much more efficiently since you got here."

"ah," you nod, feeling awkward at his compliment. "it's all thanks to you, really. i wasn't this good at these sort of chores before you taught me the best ways to do them."

"you're still a fast learner. it's wonderful to finally have someone who i can rely on so much," he laughs, shaking his head. when he processes his words, he frantically waves his hands. "not- not that the others aren't capable or anything! it's just, you know… usually i'm the one running around everywhere."

"oh, i understand," you reassure him. "i'm glad to be of service, then. you can always come to me if you need any help around the estate."

"thank you…" he mumbles, hand shyly rubbing at his neck. if you look closely, you could see the faint red glow on his cheeks. "it means a lot."

"of course, thoma," you pat him on the back, smiling. "i'll see you when we're needed again, then?"

"yeah," thoma exhales. "sounds like a plan to me!"

you walk away, leaving thoma to stare at your retreating figure. with a hand on his shirt, he could practically feel his heart beating out of his chest. shaking his head, he turns on his heel, knowing he was needed by the lord commissioner. hopefully he could quiet the lovesick thoughts running around his mind so he could focus.

slowly the sun had started to set, a cozy orange haze settling over the scenery of the estate. you hear rushed footsteps, thoma bounding around the corner. he huffs, out of breath once he reaches you. he drops his basket onto the ground, a heavy thud coming from the impact.

"ha… sorry i'm a little late, i got caught up in a different task," thoma exhales, trying to catch his breath. "i got all the clean sheets and stuff though, so you didn't have to…”

"it's okay! thank you, thoma. that's very helpful." you smile, picking up the basket he dropped.

at your acknowledgement, he grins. if he were a dog, you'd certainly see his tail wagging behind him. he beams, a strawberry glow on his cheeks. he follows closely behind you, assisting you in opening the doors and making the beds. you two chat a bit aimlessly, making your way through all the rooms you have to redress. eventually, you reach thoma's room.

"here, i can handle this one myself. you can take your own blankets and head over to yours. i'll return the basket," he tells you, gingerly taking the hamper out of your hands. "i can tell you're getting tired, so i won't mind."

one things for sure, thoma's great at reading people. you were slowly but surely getting sleepier. "that'd be kind, thank you." you relent, giving it up to him as you yawn.

he quirks a brow, looking down at you. "actually… wait here. i'll help you with your room once i'm done here. it'll be like me tucking you in!"

"oh… thoma, you don't have to…" you mumble, feeling a bit shy at his suggestion.

"it's really no problem," thoma waves his hands, dismissing your hesitation. "i'd like to. for you."

you nod, agreeing as you're too tired to argue. of course, you knew if you really seemed opposed thoma would've backed off. allowing him into your room, you close the door behind you two. yawning, you stretch your arms over your head.

"do you want to lay down?" he asks.

"um, i'd have to change…" you flush at the thought of thoma being in the room.

"oh! right. i can uh… turn around or leave the room? i hope you know i would never peek at you or anything," he says, hand over his heart. it's endearing, how honest and chivalrous he is. "i mean, not that you aren't cute, i meant that i would never disrespect you like that!"

"c… cute?" you mumble, mouth open as if to say more, but you can't find the words.

"sorry, i didn't mean to… if i crossed a boundary, i really hope you can forgive me." thoma's shy now, eyes turned down towards the floor.

"it's okay! i am honestly a bit thankful that i know how you see me…" you fiddle with your fingers, quickly turning towards your wardrobe. "i'll get changed now, so… you can either turn around or leave for a moment, i'll let you know when i'm done."

"of course!" he's quick to do as you ask, but stumbles for a second as he leaves the room. he figured after just having called you cute, he didn't want to even chance making you uncomfortable.

disrobing, you get into a set of thick nightwear, appropriate for the colder temperature of the night. bundled up, you crack open the door, spotting thoma whistling to himself.

"you can come back in," you whisper. "i'm all done."

he turns around hesitantly, eyes trailing over your frame briefly. "alright, you can lay down. i'll tuck you in!" he smiles, all the awkward energy from before having left him.

you nod, crawling up onto the mattress. almost instantly, you sink into the plushness of the bed, eyes closing in comfort. thoma goes to stand at the side of the bed, grabbing your pillow to fluff it up. he delicately places a palm under your head, lifting you so as to place the pillow under you. you can tell he's focused on the task at hand, as he's not really looking at you. still, you keep your gaze on him. moving to the end of the bed, he pulls a blanket from the basket, laying it on top of you. it ends up covering from just below your nose to your feet, thoroughly snug and comfortable. at your side once more, he adjusts the edges. thoma stands still for a moment, as if pondering something.

all of a sudden, you see him lean down, eyes closed. in a flash, he lands a kiss on the tip of your nose, hurriedly pulling away.

"good night, (name)! i'll see you in the morning," his words are rushed, quickly taking the basket in his hands. when he reaches the door, he turns around. "thank you for accompanying me today."

"good night, thoma." you call out to him. with that, he makes his way out of the room, leaving you behind to watch the door close.

the night is spent restlessly tossing and turning– the thought of seeing thoma tomorrow exciting you too much to sleep.

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Feels So Right, Can’t Be Wrong - Yellow Narcissus

Summary:

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest With Appearances by: Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon" Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

AO3 Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Marriage of Convenience, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Dating, Past Domestic Violence, 5 Times, Annoyed Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Sharon Carter Deserves the World

Author’s Note: So this kind of just popped up as I was kicking around thoughts of just how Tony and Sharon met and eventually fell in love as mentioned in my fic Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue, so this takes place well before the events of and can be read independently of that story.

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Yellow Narcissus

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Tony whistled to himself as he installed the double-oven units. He could have done it in his sleep, but for Stephen's peace of mind - the man was an admitted control freak - he followed the installation guide to the letter. He'd personally reviewed and signed it off, after all. He couldn't exactly go against the techie's union, either.

(Howard Stark might have disdained unions, but Tony liked to think he knew better.)

"I take it your date went well last night?" Stephen asked. He was drinking coffee from the newly hooked up Stark Coffee Press.

"It did," Tony confirmed.

"How long did you spend rolling in the sheets before you sent her on her way?"

Tony winced. The thing was, it wasn't an unfair question. His reputation as a playboy wasn't unearned... During the year in college they'd participated in the exchange and shared a dorm one semester at MIT and the other at Columbia, Stephen had returned to their room more than once to find he was locked out and Tony "entertaining" a lady. And yes, Tony had made a habit of either making his flings leave or leaving them. He couldn't fault his friend for assuming this would be the same.

But he didn't want anything related to Sharon equated to his past behavior.

Sharon was more than a fling.

"We had a very nice dinner, listened to The Lawrence Welk's Radio Hour, and I kissed her hand goodnight. Then I returned to my hotel room alone, where I remained. Also, alone."

Stephen raised a brow. "You're serious about her."

"I am," he admitted. "She's unlike any woman I've ever met."

"And you like her enough to listen to Lawrence Welk," Stephen said, amused. "I'm pretty sure my mother used to listen to that show."

"Rhodey happens to be a fan and it's rubbed off on me," Tony said. "So, it wasn't a hardship. The show featured a tribute to Mel Tormé. I happen to enjoy his music."

"Mel has some good music," Stephen agreed. "That's All is considered a classic for a reason."

"Nerd," Tony accused as he finished the last step of testing before he could start installing the broiler.

"Good music is good music," Stephen said, unconcerned.

"Speaking of music, are you getting that new PymCo. console? The house is wired for it."

"I'm planning on it. It looks like a neat piece of machinery."

"Definitely a nerd," Tony insisted with a grin, looking out from where his head was poked in the lower part of the cabinet.

"You are in a really good mood," Stephen said, setting his coffee down. "This is a different kind of good mood, too."

"It was a really good date," Tony hedged.

"Am I going to get the chance to meet this mystery woman?"

"Maybe," Tony said noncommittally as he checked the installation guide... okay, steps two through four were done. "The last thing I need is for her to look at Dr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome and forget all about little old me."

Stephen smiled wryly. "As if I'm the relationship type. No one would have me, not for long." The 'No one has,' was unsaid, but Tony knew his friend.

"Just you wait, Strange. One day you'll meet someone and that person is going to knock you to your knees," Tony predicted. "And they'll end up feeling the same about you, too."

"Unlikely." Stephen's mobile rang. He frowned as he read the display.

"Problem?"

"My admin, Billy, he said he's going out for additional women's toiletries for one of our patients." He shrugged. "There's only one patient I can think of that would even put in the request but she really doesn't seem the makeup type." He typed something into the mobile and put it back in his pocket.

"People can surprise you, Stephen," Tony said.

Sharon was getting makeup. He did his best to keep his grin to himself.

"I'm so sorry, Sharon. I know you were looking forward to going out tonight. I'll get you an ice pack, Doll, I'm so sorry."

Sharon studied her reflection with a critical eye. She hadn't worn makeup in a few months; there hadn't been a point in getting dolled up when Steve had been so unpredictable with his shell shock. She wanted to look nice for a change.

Most of the bruising around her eyes was gone and she'd managed to cover up what remained, pushing away the memory of a heavy fist swinging at her, too sudden to block. She painstakingly plucked her eyebrows into order - emphasis on the pain. Sure, it wasn't the pain of having her ribs broken thanks to a brutal kick from a six foot one mountain of a man with unerring aim, but it still stung. Her cheek was still a bit swollen from the fracture (Hand was right; you never expect the other fist.) but a deft hand with foundation and careful application of rouge made it work. Only... she looked almost like a doll.

"I can't believe I was lucky enough to end up with the prettiest doll of selecting spouse a man could get."

She picked a darker lip dye than she normally would have applied and used the eye pen she'd initially nixed along with a bolder eyeshadow; she didn't want to look like a doll.

It hadn't helped her, before.

"Maybe you shouldn't look and move like a target then!"

Since she wasn't allowed to have hot rollers or anything that could burn her, she made do with the extra-large soft rollers Dr. Strange's admin Billy was so kind to buy for her. She finished the rest of her makeup while her hair set and frowned when she realized she only had the standard patient scrubs to wear. She'd tempted fate by asking Billy to run out and buy her the makeup and hair supplies; she couldn't risk asking him for clothing, and there wasn't anyone she could really ask to go and retrieve some clothing from her now-vacant house.

"Sharon! Unlock the damn door! Sharon! Doll, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry and I promise I won't do it again. Sharon, please!"

"Just open the door! I feel fine now, I swear!"

"Sharon!"

"Open the fucking door!"

(Had anyone gone in? Had they seen the holes punched in the walls? Or where she'd done her best to patch them while guilty eyes watched? Had anyone cleaned up the blood on the back patio? Her blood? It had to have been everywhere!)

"I'll help clean this up. No, go sit down, I insist. Stop hovering, Sharon! Just go! What? You think you'll do a better job? Fine then, have at it!"

When she was done styling her hair, she was pleased to see that the few spots that had been shaved for her emergency surgery were not only growing, but covered by the curls. She felt almost like her old self again, back before she'd made the terrible choice of selecting a spouse through the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections.

"I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again."

"Sharon, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it."

"I promise I'll get better, I will. Just no counseling, okay?"

She hoped he was okay, wherever the BCSS ended up sending him. She hoped he was getting the help his war-broken mind desperately needed. She'd never forgive him, but she couldn't wish him ill, either.

It happened. It's over. Better days are coming.

Orderly Rintrah had come by to take her out "for some much needed sunshine, since you did so well with physical therapy today" (She might have been out of the CSB for half of a year, but she knew a ruse when she saw one.) and when they came back to her floor and room, Tony was already there with the usual set-up. (Was there a usual set-up for date nights in a hospital room? Maybe she and Tony were creating the mold.)

Yes, the set-up was impressive but she was focused on the flowers sitting in the vase on the table.

He'd brought her a few simple yellow narcissus.

Her heart ached. She'd always loved narcissus. She loved the promise they brought with them as they emerged from the soil every year, a harbinger of spring and renewal. It was as if they were telling the world 'the cold and dark is only temporary - here, have some sunshine.'

"You don't like the flowers?" Tony asked, looking unsure.

"No," she said, thumbing away an unexpected tear. "No, I love them."

"Strictly speaking the deal is one flower per date but it's apparently bad luck to only give one narcissus."

"That's what I've heard," she said with a smile. "Tony, they're lovely."

"Good," he said, sounding more like his usual confident self. "They're not as lovely as you, though. Which is understandable. I can't have anything showing you up. Or showing me up, really. At this point I think we're pretty even, you know, looks-wise. Well, we're equal, I'm just more equal."

She laughed and let him help her to her chair. "We really need to work on this self-confidence deficit of yours."

"If I don't think highly of myself, who will?" He asked teasingly. "Anyways, I hope you're hungry."

"I am. Physical therapy was a lot, today. But," she added, not wanting to drag the mood down. "I got through it."

"How much longer, do you think?" Tony asked as he set two dome-covered dishes from the heating shelf of the cart on the table.

"It's hard to say," she admitted. "They say I'm making progress every day and the last estimate I had was another two weeks."

"What's their biggest concern?"

"The fatigue and vertigo. My last scans were positive but our friend the Surgeon is cautious."

"Well," Tony filled her glass and then his own with chilled sparkling grape juice and motioned for a toast. "Here's to a quick but thorough recovery."

"Cheers." She eyed the still-covered dishes. "What did you bring this time?"

He lifted the dome off her plate. "I thought we'd enjoy dining in the style of our fashionable French friends. And don't worry, I did remember what you said about snails."

"Coquilles St. Jacques!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I love these! And they cooked them in the shells, how creative!"

"So scallops are a yes, snails are a no," Tony teased before following her lead and eating one.

"Exactly," Sharon said, eyes closed in contentment as she savored the taste of potatoes, butter, white wine, Gruyère, and scallops. "These are perfect."

"They are delicious," he agreed.

Conversation was mostly light with some teasing. Tony kept looking at her as if she was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Even though she knew she couldn't be, given the circles he moved in, she was flattered.

The second course was the most decadent duck breast she'd ever tasted in a mushroom cognac sauce served with fondant potato coins and perfectly crisp-but-cooked asparagus. it was amazing.

"Is this your plan?" she asked teasingly. "Trap me with amazing food so that I think a life without it is meaningless?"

"I will neither confirm nor deny," Tony said. He speared a duck medallion after spooning some of the sauce on top and ate it. "Sweet lord this is good."

"It's so much better than hospital food," she agreed. "Not that I don't appreciate the cooks down in the kitchen; they do a fine job."

Tony's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "You like looking out for the little guy, don't you?"

Sharon shrugged. "Growing up, I knew what it was to feel like I didn't matter. Joining the CSB gave me a purpose and I believe in the work I did, even when it wasn't easy or strictly wholesome. And then I was... I was powerless. I've saved so many lives, Tony, but I couldn't save myself. I feel like I've been given a second chance and I am so grateful to everyone who's been involved in giving me that second chance - kitchen staff included."

"This is one of the more impressive hospitals I've seen," Tony said. "Great doctors, nurses, and all kinds of staff."

"It beats being in a CSB medical facility by miles. I'm pretty sure they just re-hydrate field rations."

"So really their bar is on the ground, is what you're saying," Tony joked.

"Pretty much! And still, they brought a shovel, every time!"

"You're sad," Tony said when he'd cleared away the dishes from the main course and set up the dessert dishes - these two from the chilled shelf. "I'm not trying to pry but you have an aura about you. I haven't done anything wrong here, have I?"

She raised her brows, surprised he'd been able to pick up on it. He was much more emotionally aware than he let the public know. "No, no it's not you," she assured him. "I just found myself thinking about before."

"Well, we can enjoy our dessert," he lifted the dome off of her dish to reveal a chocolate pot de créme complete with a delicate chocolate spiral and stemmed cherry for garnish. "And then, if you want, you can talk to me about it."

Could she tell him? Would he still look at her the same way? She understood they were supposed to be getting to know each other, but this was a lot. And would he be willing to reciprocate?

"You do realize that if I bare my soul to you, you'll have to do the same?"

Tony smiled warmly and nodded. "I think I'll be good with that. I haven't scared you off yet and something tells me you actually have a spine of steel hiding behind that pretty face."

"Alright then. But dessert first."

"So, do you want to ask questions or shall I just talk?" Sharon asked.

The radio was tuned to an easy-listening station. There wasn't a Thursday evening show either of them particularly liked, so they'd settled for a simple music station they could easily filter out.

Tony pushed the food cart out into the hall and closed the door to her room before joining her by the radio. "What will make you more comfortable?"

"Preferably not talking, but I dont think that's the best option." She sighed.

It happened. It's over. Better days are coming.

"His name was Steve. He seemed perfectly fine, when we first met. He was a little shy, but handsome and very charming. He said he was looking for a simple life after the army, and I thought that maybe we could build that life together."

Tony nodded but didn't interrupt.

"The first few weeks we were married were a dream. We talked and danced and got to know each other. When we were finally ready to be intimate..." Her cheeks flushed stronger than the light rouge she wore. "It was pleasant," she said finally. "Nothing earth-shattering or soul-stirring, just pleasant."

"Please tell me you weren't-"

"A virgin?" She laughed and shook her head. "No, I definitely wasn't. Also, I was a spy, remember?"

"Okay, you were intimate, it was nothing to write home about."

"Everything was going well. And then July 4th came, and that's when it all went so wrong."

Tony had read the papers and studies on on returning service members who had difficulty with loud or sudden noises, and how that initial trigger could set off a host of other problems. It was tragic and while he'd designed sound-proof headphones and sold them to the Veteran's Bureau at cost and donated to charitable organizations meant to help them, the truth remained that many returning service members harbored a deep shame for their trauma and refused to acknowledge it or consider seeking treatment.

"The first time he was violent I was too stunned to say or do anything. It was early evening and not too hot for July. I had baked a cake for him as a surprise, because it was his birthday. We were outside when some neighbors started setting their store-bought fireworks off. One minute I was on the patio grilling burgers to a perfect medium-rare and the next I was on the ground with the breath knocked out of me and ringing in my ears. All I could do was just stare off to the side, stunned. When I could finally think I realized he was still on top of me, yelling at me to stay down. I tried to fight him off, but he was just so big and my head was pounding and he knocked my head against the ground again."

She took a deep breath. "Steve was horrified when he came to and realized what he'd done. He fell all over himself swearing to me that it would never happen again, that he'd never strike a woman or do anything like he'd just done."

She looked at Tony noticed how tight his fists were clenched and shook her head. "There's nothing you can do about it, now," she said. "He helped me up, carried me into the house, and helped clean the blood out of my hair. He brought me an ice pack and he begged me to forgive him and give him another chance. The whole episode was just so unlike him that I did."

"But it ended up being just like him," Tony said.

"Sadly, yes."

"After that it was like anything could set him off. The toaster was suspicious and I was an enemy combatant for using it or I was trying to poison him with the ragù I made." She looked away, forcing herself to think back and recall. "I had bruises just about everywhere by the second month. I felt as if I couldn't live in my own home."

She saw Tony's frown and shrugged. "It wasn't all physical," she said. "Steve had some very old-fashioned opinions. The house was too showy, the appliances - all older Stark models - were too fancy. I shouldn't insist on driving. I wasn't all soft and sweet like he thought I was, I was too independent and trying to emasculate him." She hugged herself. "I didn't know what to do other than start sleeping in the guest bedroom."

"How did he take it?"

"Lots of yelling at me to unlock the door. Lots of pleading with me to unlock the door and promises that he wouldn't do it again."

"But he always did."

"He always did," she confirmed. "I finally got to a point where I invoked my right as the Selecting Spouse to see to his medical care and we went to see the psychologist who had performed his assessment for the BCSS."

"From the very little I could glean, it didn't go well."

"It did not," Sharon said, and choked back a sob.

"Hey, you don't have to-" he stood as if to move to her and she shook her head and waved him off.

"No, I- I need to get this all out, even if it's just the once." She looked directly at him, eyes bright. "Please don't give up on me."

"Never," he said. "I promise."

"The doctor wasn't at all sympathetic. Well, at least not to me. After meeting with both of us separately and together, it was her professional, clinical opinion that I needed to be more understanding of the kind of needs and expectations a man like Steve had. I needed to stop antagonizing him and be a better selecting spouse as I helped him reintegrate back into the world. After all, it only made sense that he'd see me as suspicious and an enemy because I'd spent five years as a spy - hardly the trustworthy type."

She clenched her shut, and shook her head. "I'm ashamed to say that I tried, Tony. I really, really tried. I was up earlier than Steve, I made breakfast, I did everything I could to make him feel special, even though in my head I was screaming at myself that nothing about it was right."

She let the radio play for a few minutes as she gathered herself. Tony seemed to sense she needed the time.

"He got a little better, after that. We had some happy days and evenings, and we were even intimate once or twice." She met his gaze. "I was pregnant when Sergeant Barnes rushed me here that day. My body, in the shape that it was in, couldn't sustain it and I ended up miscarrying. I never got the chance to tell him." She hugged herself again, a habit she'd developed as a child because no one had really been concerned about soothing her.

"Anyways, we were nearing the fourth month when it happened. We were outside again. I was gardening and he was reading. I was actually feeling somewhat hopeful because it'd been a week since he'd had an episode. And then a neighbor slammed the door of his car and Steve had another one."

She cleared her throat, willing away tears. "I don't remember much after that. Just pain and Steve yelling and this dark sort of angel swooping in and making sure that Steve could never touch me again. There were all kinds of flashing lights and hushed voices and I slept for a long time."

"You haven't seen him since?"

"No. The constable, Officer Sousa, stopped by a few days after I woke up to take my statement. He tried for the day I woke up but our friend the Surgeon wouldn't let him because he wasn't sure how my cognition would be.

"He said that Steve had been taken into custody, as had the psychologist. When the BCSS was informed of what happened, they had one of their internal psychologists examine her findings and notes from Steve's file and our case. It turned out that she'd lied and approved Steve for the selection pool when he should have been denied and turned over to Veteran Services."

"And they very quietly annulled your marriage."

"They did," Sharon confirmed. "Imagine the outrage that would happen if word got out that they weren't monitoring their contracted workers and because of it, someone almost died?"

"Have you spoken with her?"

Sharon scoffed. "No. I have no desire to ever see her again. It's caused quite the scandal in our family. I've never really fit in with them and they don't understand why I can't just forgive my dear cousin for her lapse in judgment."

"You're joking!" He exclaimed, outraged.

"She works to save lives, don't you understand?" Sharon said mockingly. "I joined an agency that's dishonest and kills people, and that's just not right."

"Your family is terrible," he said flatly.

"I agree," she said. "I've told the staff here that I don't want any of them visiting. And apart from Sergeant Barnes and his wife Natalia, and Dr. Strange, you're my only visitor." She cleared her throat. "And that's the whole, sad story of the worst decision I've ever made." She considered. "It's almost up there with the time out in the field where I didn't go with my gut and ended up being held captive in Canada for almost a week before I broke out."

Tony stood up and helped her up before he hugged her - the most contact he'd initiated this far. "You are incredible, Sharon Carter," he whispered. "And you're the strongest woman I've ever met." The tenderness undid her.

"I'm not," she protested with a sob. "Tony, I should have stopped him! I could have!"

"And you'd have ended up in jail and he'd be out there free to hurt anyone else when he needs to be locked up away from the public and getting the psychiatric treatment he needs."

He pulled back and looked at her. "You survived hell," he said. "And you have nothing to be ashamed of. Well, except for maybe the whole being a Canadian captive thing, but you broke out, so you did manage some redemption there."

That startled a laugh of of Sharon and he hugged her again. "You survived and better things await."

"That's what I tell myself: It happened, it's over, better days are coming."

"See? You're agreeing with me, so clearly you're right."

There was a knock at the door. "Time's almost up, Stark!"

"Ah. Where would we be without Nurse Wong?" Tony asked no one in particular.

"I'm sorry this wasn't much of a date night," Sharon said.

"Not much of a date night?" Tony asked, looking surprised. "You got all made up, we dined on fine French food with nary a snail in sight, and you bared your soul to me. I think for a third date we did pretty good."

"This really didn't put you off?"

"No, it didn't. I'm so amazed at how strong you are and I'm so sorry that I couldn't have stopped any of it."

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was starting to fall for this man and the way they were just having pleasant evenings of conversation and dinner, maybe some music or or show on the radio. It wasn't at all what she would have expected from Tony Stark. He was surprising her and rather than be unsettled, she welcomed it. She'd tried steady and predictable and look where it had gotten her!

"It's your turn, tomorrow evening," she teased.

"Yes, it is," he agreed.

"Scared?"

He nodded. "A little," he admitted. "But you are worth it, and I think this whole thing between us that we're building is worth it."

"You know, I really think it is."

There was more knocking at the door.

Tony pulled back and kissed her hand. "Well, until tomorrow evening, I suppose."

"Until tomorrow evening," Sharon agreed. She walked him to the door. "Thank you for another lovely date."

"You're welcome." He left.

Nurse Wong waited approximately thirty seconds before he stepped in. She was just turning off the radio when he got a look at her, frowning when he saw her reddened eyes. "Did he-"

"No, he didn't do anything," she told Wong firmly. "It was just an emotional night. I promise," she added when his frown didn't lessen. "It was cathartic and I think, as crazy as it sounds, that this could really work."

His expression softened. "I'm glad that you had another pleasant evening."

"I promise you, if he or anyone here ever did something to make me upset, I would tell you. They'd be on the ground groaning in pain first, but I would tell you."

He nodded. "That's good to know," he said. "Do you need anything before I bring back your medications?"

"No, I'm just going to wash my face and brush these curls out. It will only take five minutes or so. Go ahead and take care of everyone else. I'm here long term, and they deserve the full Wong-experience."

He smiled and left.

She did just what she said she'd do. She brushed out her curls and pulled her hair back out of her face before gently cleaning the makeup away. Even with the makeup gone, she thought she looked more like her old self, before she'd left the CSB. She brushed her teeth and changed into a nightgown and robe.

After Wong brought her her nightly medication, she had no problem drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Her last thought was that tomorrow would be a new day and better things awaited.

Across the town, in a fancy if not luxurious hotel room, Tony Stark got ready for bed. He washed his own face and brushed his teeth. He selected a clean pair of pajama pants and after finishing a glass of water rather than a couple fingers of scotch, climbed into bed, thinking back on what he'd learned.

When his mother had cried, or even when his admin Pepper cried, he never knew what to do. It always made him feel helpless and all he could think about was making it stop because it was something he knew intrinsically he couldn't fix.

Sharon crying hadn't made him feel helpless; he'd felt determination to help her however he could and to somehow do whatever it would take to ensure she never had to cry over that man or her cousin again.

He went to bed knowing he'd have to reveal more about himself than he'd revealed to anyone who wasn't Stephen or Rhodey. He wasn't as scared as he'd originally been, however.

If she could be strong, then well, so could he.

Tomorrow would be a new day and better things awaited.

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Author's Note (again): Yellow Narcissus - new beginnings and rebirth

Look. This whole story was supposed to be a cute little 5+1 thing. And then this chapter happened. I realized when I started writing it that everything Sharon has gone through couldn't be ignored, not if she and Tony were to actually make it work.

But, if you've read Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue, you know that these two are very blissfully married.

#couldntbedamned fic #iron 13 #sharon carter x tony stark #tony stark x sharon carter #1950s modern fusion au #1950s au #tony stark #sharon carter #iron thirteen

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the-heaminator · 11 months

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[ 20 ] "this is absolutely your fault!"

hnnnng I could make this very serious or like very domestic and I'm not sure what to do here, so I'll try mixing both of them. Also hooray for tubby matt! I dont think this is what you wanted but this is what you're going to get I'm sorry riva.

Ivan was a lot of things, and a good summation of those things was an overall bad fucking influence, but not in the way you would expect, that was the job of Arthur and the rest of the family, nah Ivan was a bad influence in the way that he lrt Matthew's own bad habits slide, bad habits that in the grand scheme if things, hell even within his own family were pretty tame.

Innocent things like sleeping in, eating well, plainly begging for cuddles.

These were put down as bad habits for as long as Matt could remember, unless enough alcohol to kill a horse was involved of course, and Ivan just indulged in them, no fuss about it, and it was incredibly odd for Matthew, but why look a gift horse in the mouth eh?

Another thing that Ivan was was cuddly, he liked hugs, being hugged and giving hugs both, he was taller than Matt, not as much as he was over most people, but still a good 4 or 5 inches taller, but Matthew more often then not latched himself onto his back when he was particularly done with life, which was often.

The other way happened too, Ivan hugged Matt from the back, resting his head on the shorters shoulder, Alfred was usually the cause of such moods.

Anyhow, I need to stop rambling, as I said Ivan just enabled Matthew's "bad" habits, in perhaps the cutest way possible, he was a good cook, and partial to food, his frame was a testament to that of course, one of the reasons Matthew absolutely adored cuddling him, he was actually nice to cuddle, unlike some people, and was more than willing to partake too.

Of course Ivan had his bad habits too, everyone did, though history had not been kind to him at all (fairly he hadn't been kind to history either but we will not go into that) he was quite partial to alcohol, somehow worse than Arthur, a terrifying concept for Matthew, but he seemed to make a conscious effort to try and not drink as much when Matthew was around, not something Matthew would ever think was possible, someone making a conscious effort to reign in themselves for him? completely unheard of, unless they both were drinking, then everything was free game.

Again I need to stop rambling by god, anyhow because of this he started cooking more, Matthew was always partial to baking, and for once he had the time, the energy, and a nice lack of guilt to do it.

The Kirklands™️ really had drilled it into him that no, it was not allowed to relax until you were more than half dead, and the fact that that managed to stay in Matthew for literally nearly a century without them enforcing it was frightening, but somehow it managed to stay on in Alfred for nearly 250, without an end in sight, like father like eldest son eh?

This weirdness also ended up going towards food, hell the amount of times he was forgotten to be fed when he was younger was far too often, Ivan would not let that happen, there were two types of old-timey European nations in the modern age, the type that doesn't eat, and the type that try to make up for lost time, Russia was very much the latter, and it showed, both on him and Matt, quite by accident really.

I need to stop rambling I cannot remember what I was saying for the love of god, Ah!

Once when laying on the sofa, Ivan tried to lay his head in Matthew's lap, having to bend his legs anyways because there was no way he was fitting on the sofa without doing that, and for once he didn't complain about Matthew being too bony (odd because he loved doing that) Ivan fell asleep there, and Matt was in the stupor that comes with watching shitty reality tv shows that finished 4 years ago at 11 in the night, you know the one.

He lightly prodded Ivan to get off, his leg had fallen asleep, and the rest of him was not far behind.

"Oi, shove off." Oh, that was definitely a whine, he didn't even try to hide it.

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"But you love me anyways, now get off you're going to kill my leg."

Ivan got up, creaking annoyingly, his back had not been the same since the 1800s fuckin' hell, Matthew got up too, far less creakily but he did limp around for a moment because pins and needles sucked a lot of ass, he nearly fell down while doing that, bumping into the side table in a series of accidents truly looney toones worthy.

Ivan ended up catching Matt, he was not expecting Matthew to be that heavy, apparently he was still under the impression that even after all the cooking, baking, and the eating and sleeping that came after that, Matt was still light as a feather and bony as all hell.

My man is not the best at noticing change is he, "Shit, Matvey when did you get so heavy?"

Matthew flushed, he hoped Ivan wouldn't notice, but i mean even someone as absentminded as Ivan could be at times would notice, he pouted and said "This is your fault."

He looked confused "Mine? how I did nothing!"

Matthew wasn't sure whether he liked the current events, but it was leaning towards good and he hoped it stayed that way, he did really like Ivan's cooking...

"You let me eat so much though, this is absolutely your fault!"

Ivan let out that little giggle of his, a bit weird from someone as large as him but by god was it endearing "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Matthew looked at him oddly "It isn't?"

He waved a large hand "No, of course not!" he clucked his tongue, "Arthur is still in your head even now, you were too thin, not nice to cuddle." He bent down a little and hugged Matthew around the waist, tightly, he ended up lifting him a bit even now and looked straight into Matthew's eyes "Now it is much nicer, besides, who cares, certainly not me, and I don't think you do either."

He pinched Matthes side a bit, a bit surprised to find flesh there, but wasn't complaining, "Now shut up and go to sleep, it's midnight and my back hurts."

He got herded upstairs and Matthew's normal inability to sleep just did not turn up tonight and they slept in each others arms, Matthew suffocated as usual, but again he really could not care less.

#the heam writes #hws canada #hws russia #im sorry but i will continue the chubby matt propoganda #i have a list of nations who need a tummy. canada and russia are on the top of that list. Also whoooo for matt being in a healthy relations #russia is ooc do i fucking care #Gotta love how i am a fluff writer at heart dghsbdvgus despite all the bullshit i write #Riva!

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burgiethewriter · 4 months

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Asks for a Fic Writer! 🔆

Tumblr really didn't want to show me this, the fiend, but I was tagged by @randomsquirrel (thank you!)

How many works do you have on ao3?

Oh only about 1,365 (6 if I remember to post another tonight)

2. What's your total ao3 wordcount?

2,676,845 I am very mentally well thank you for asking

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Whatever ones the brainworms are currently wiggling in. So currently it's ffxiv and ffxvi and a little dash of sso

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Breakfast NSFW Stranger Things steddie. Which is actually the sequel to the second most kudosed one but I guess we're all sluts for domesticity.

Monster in the Bed more NSFW Stranger Things steddie. The lines of kudos emails I got from those two were fantastic.

Sunny-weather Snuggles and now for something COMPLETELY different, SFW mlp appledash. I used to have this little tradition, I suppose, of starting a new '30 day otp challenge' for every ship I liked. Don't think I ever finished one though.

Garden Party which is another SFW mlp fic but this time rarijack (I love their dynamic).

Odd Tattoo NSFW wtnv cecilos, god knows why I gave it the mature rating. I actually had this on ff.net initially, it's THAT old. But wtnv is just that popular I guess (for good reason! Night Vale my beloved).

5. do you respond to comments?

I do now after sitting there making flustered noises for a good ten minutes.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Funny thing about me, I never remember my fics. Ever. Legit I surprised myself one day discovering a stash of estimeric fics that I just. Don't remember writing. I feel like there was one though. It could be Frozen Wasteland SFW ffxiv which is about the bloody banquet at the end of arr which. Yeah. The saddest part is that I never went anywhere with it because then I started sb and met Lyse and um. Yeah.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Starlight Kittens sfw ffxiv Lyseka I think. There are probably happier endings but that's the one that immediately springs to mind.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes there are weird 'this is so cringe wtf' comments but hey it's not my fault if they don't embrace the cringe.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I was called sin mother for a time for a REASON okay. All kinds, vanilla, kink, monster, you name it. Very much into a/b/o and monsterfucking but I keep overthinking it and that kills the mood so fast.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

[hides the ffxiv/ffxvi one under the bed] I mean yeah. Craziest one was probablyyyyy the Gotham x SSO one. I can't remember what happened but I remember the crossover.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge but it's not like I go looking. Wouldn't surprise me if someone had stolen an sso one though, some of those kids man...

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Again not to my knowledge but I also know that ffxvi is very popular in other languages so honestly I'm waiting for it.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I swear to god I have but I can't find it (unless Jack posted it??? It was years ago though) but I suppose the Wild West AU also counts? Green-eyed Drake's Revenge was the last one (god I miss that era so fucking much I met some of the best people but also the worst but I just really loved being a part of such a big project).

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

The answer probably would've been easier before I played ffxvi but uhhhh yeah it's Terence/Dion from FFXVI. Which you wouldn't know from my fics for that fandom (I keep getting distracted by other ships) but like. Canon gays. Hello. How can I resist. Ship that makes me go 'eeee' and then think about for a while after I see it.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Haha what unfinished WIPs I don't have those scattered everywhere. I would like to actually finish Frozen Wasteland (linked above) someday but there's also a phoenixflareknight fic that I'm slowly pecking away at but it has no real plot or anything so I don't think I'll finish that. And the aforementioned ffxiv/ffxvi crossover.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Making anything look good, baby. Or so I've been told. Sheer determination? Dialogue maybe?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

"And where is all of this action taking place?" Shrug emoji. Descriptions.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's fine as long as there's a translation somewhere.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Sonic. I don't think I published any of them though. It's probably better that way.

20. favourite fic you've written?

There are a few that spring to mind but I associate them with an ex-friend so ew but Lost and Found is the ffxiv/ffxvi crossover fic I do have published where I put my character and her sister and the arr-era Scions into the world of ffxvi. I love it and wish it got more attention but maybe the time's just not right yet, idk.

I tag @tiredassmage @trusted-friend-ffxiv and @sso-eden-dawnvalley

#writing tag #I love these things sm they remind me of the good old deviantart journal days

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61 (WHTD), 53, 72 💖

61. In Who Holds the Devil, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Okay, first: RUDE.

The fic is 260k and I'm expected to pick ONE? x'D There are so many to choose from! And it's difficult to pick an overall favourite since the mood is so different and it's almost impossible to rank one over the other. So I'm making my own rules:

Favourite cute scene: Ga On calling Yo Han while he's drunk (Chapter 20)

Favourite angry scene: Ga On arguing with Professor Min — it was SO cathartic AND fun to write. Also, the whole "my devil" thing? Of course that's a favourite (Chapter 17)

Favourite angsty scene: Yo Han's surprise visit and the talk that follows on Ga On's terrace (Chapter 7)

Favourite happy scene: Ga On and Elijah ganging up on Yo Han and being little shits by not giving him what he expects — it's a happy AND funny scene (Chapter 23)

Favourite flirty scene: Ga On and Yo Han being flirty and domestic while doing the dishes — but the one in the kitchen the morning after is a close second (Chapter 23 and 24)

Favourite Ga On scene: Ga On verbally sparring with Chairwoman Moon. I like it when Ga On gets to show just how competent AND quick-witted he can be. So a lot of his scenes with Yo Han could also apply tbh, but I have a special fondness for this one since he gets to be more vicious than usual (Chapter 16)

Favourite Yo Han scene: ... all of them (shut up, it's my post — I make the rules)

Favourite Elijah scene: Ga On sitting on Elijah's bedside and comforting her when she's tired (Chapter 27)

Favourite Jin Joo scene: Ga On cooking her food when she's sick and he calls her Jin Joo the first time (Chapter 16)

Favourite Komi scene: Ga On finding her when he needs comfort and she offers it without question (Chapter 26)

Favourite nightmare: When Ga On kills Yo Han in the study (Chapter 8)

Honourable mentions: Every single time Ga On's inner sub/brat rears its head — with varying results. Prime examples: Chapter 13 ("Behave." "I am."), Chapter 23 ("no, try harder"), and Chapter 26 (Ga On bluescreening from Yo Han's hand on his neck)

53. What is the most-used tag on your AO3?

I actually knew this one without even looking it up: Fluff

Closely followed by: Happy Ending

I have a niche, I guess you could say. And even if a lot of my longer fics contain more than just fluff, you know you'll always get both that and a happy ending eventually. It's just how I roll. I want to make people happy 💜

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

Oh gosh. That's really difficult actually? Because there are so many that warm my heart and make me so very proud of my writing. But, in the end, I think my favourite — or the ones that impact me the most — are the ones telling me what my fics have given my readers.

Everything from "this fic helped me through a rough time" to "I saw myself in this fic and it made such a difference to me" to "this fic helped me work through my trauma" and "I'm rereading this again since it makes me feel so warm and happy." I am honestly stunned to hear just how big of a difference my writing has made to some of my readers. I don't set out to do that because I don't really think I have the qualifications, but if my readers gain emotional stability, strength, or just joy from my fics, that's the biggest compliment I can receive.

And, quite honestly, it's also the biggest reason why I insist on posting my fanfics and why I didn't lock them after the whole AI scare. Because I KNOW how important they are to people and didn't want to take them away from those who might need them.

I don't feel obligated to post, but I choose to do so because if I can offer just one single person some relief and reprieve, it's worth it. I mean, the attention and lovely comments are ALSO super nice, but they don't motivate me half as much as knowing that I can help people.

Which I know sounds terribly cliché, but yeah. I guess I'm just a huge sap x'D

Fanfiction Writing Asks

#Amethystina Does Ask Memes #Fanfiction Writing Asks #Anonymous #Thank you for playing!#The first one was HELLA difficult x'D #Which is probably why I completely ignored it and did whatever the hell I wanted #You can't tell me what to do!#And all that

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I was going to send it to you as an ask @musette22 but it turned out a little bit too long. I'm having many evanstan thoughts today 🥰. And really it is kinda your fault because I'm re-reading the cabin fic so you're just going to have to suffer with me 😩😈.

Chris being obsessed with domestic stuff and romanticizing the shit out of them. Like now that they're finally together, every time he finds himself doing something like getting groceries together or setting the table while Seb throws something in the oven or looking at Seb chatting with Lisa on the couch at Thanksgiving he just kinda stops and stares with an idiot smile on his face. Every time Sebastian catches him doing that he's like not too sure what's up but he likes his weirdo boyfriend who will suddenly stop and smile at him. And then one day he asks him and Chris gets super embarrassed and all blushy admitting that it's just whatever they are doing that is what he always wanted but never thought he'd get after quite a few serious relationships that didn't go anywhere. He pictured himself doing all these little domestic things and he wanted to share them with someone special so badly but now in his early 40s and was single for quite a few years he didn't think he was ever gonna get to. (And also Seb's face is real nice to stare at too).

Either of them having some kind of weird (no judgement intended) attraction... I'm thinking Chris would probably really have a thing for Seb's ankles/calves or that itty bitty chin that shows up depending how he's posing (like to bite all the time!!) and Seb having a thing for Chris' pits!! or the tiny nipples!

(I can't stop.. I'm all in my soft/sensitive Chris thoughts today ..which is weird considering he's acting like a little slutty devil!!!): established relationship setting where one night while chilling on the couch drinking wine Seb confesses he has saved Chris' old truck stop hooker photoshoot pictures on his phone and looks at them and thinks dirty thoughts while they're away from each other for work. He means it in a very flattering way, but for some reason over the next couple of days Chris is a bit moody/off, distances himself a bit, goes on long runs etc Seb thinks maybe it's just anxiety, it wouldn't be the first time Chris has acted like that, maybe because they're going their separate ways again for a week, as he's flying Atlanta for some reshoots. When the morning comes, it breaks his heart to leave when Chris still seems like he has a dark cloud hanging over his head. They text a lot, but only end up facetiming twice, Chris seemingly making excuses about being tired. They still exchange lots of pictures like they always do, but he doesn't get a single selfie from his baby. He usually gets lots of Chris/Dodger selfies (🥺). When they're finally reunited he promises himself to talk to Chris and make sure he's okay. But as he arrives he gets a giant jumping in his arms, dining and wining him and he feels like maybe things are ok now. That's until they're making out on the couch after. Seb doesn't think anyone is only allowed one mood, but Chris has always been very enthusiastic in sexy scenarios, especially after being away from each other. And yet he seems to be holding back, only going along with it for Seb's sake. He knows Chris has a tendency to shut down when he's upset, he might wear his heart on his sleeves but god is it difficult to get him to open up about certain personal things. He'll confess how much he loves Seb and every single thing about him and how much he means to him staring right into his eyes with a vulnerability that makes Seb's heart explode. But god forbid it's something about himself. Seb ends up calling it off, he doesn't want to feel like he's pressuring him. He says he's tired anyway and they don't have to do anything that night, 'let's just go to bed'. And that's where Chris just explodes. He just grunts in frustration and anger, unable to really put into words what's upsetting him. But then he starts raising his voice, that trembles as it cracks and his eyes get shiny with tears, about how he understands that he doesn't look the same as he used to!! and is it the beard? should he shave it off? he knows the white is coming through but he doesn't know how to dye just those? he can shave it off if Seb prefers. And he knows he hasn't been training just as hard as he did for Cap 1 but he thought he was still alright? And Seb just looks at him in disbelief, like what the fuck is he talking about? Like unattractive and chris evans do not belong in the same sentence. And then Chris is like full on snotty sobbing saying something about a photoshoot and how he prefers that Chris and that's when it hits him. So he hugs Chris, sits his ass down on the couch to cuddle and shush him to help him calm down and then tells him that he loves him, that he's the most beautiful person he's ever met, inside and out and that he loves every bit of him now as much as he did before. And that the reason he has the pictures from the truck stop hooker photoshoot saved to do the naughty to when he's away... is actually a rather embarrassing one for himself... he's now blushing all the way down to his chest, as a tear stained sniffling chris looks at him.... he admits that he just kinda, "but like no pressure, like it's just a fantasy in my head and like I did not want to make you feel like I wanted you to do anything like.. i like what our relationship is like.. what we do.. but you like.. you look rather.. ehm.. subby in those pictures? like you just wanna be fucked and oh my god" he says as he hides his face in his hand. and then he hears a giggle.

#too many thoughts #somebody help #how am i getting soft subby chris vibes from interviews when he's acting like a bratty slutty daddy?#sigh

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 10 months

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Hi! I saw your matchups are still open so I would like to request a TWST romantic matchup.

Here's some of the basic stuffs about me~ I will be 🌻💛 🐸 anon!

• She/her

• How I see my personality: Introverted and reserved but loves to make some small talks with people I barely know if I feel like I am in a sociable mood! I am an overthinker and definitely overworrier 🥲 I worry and think a lot and can be veryy socially anxious but I tend to keep it in control and try not to show it. When it comes to following or leading people, I realised I tend to lead people instead despite being socially anxious and introverted.

• How a friend would describe my personality: Cheerful and smiles a lot. Tends to joke and tease my friends, act like a younger sibling or act as the "child" in most cliques. Will be quieter and 'tamed' around people who I'm not close or don't know. However, I can be relied on because I'm mature, realistic and honest about my opinions. Open-minded and resourceful friend. However, can be very anxious and high strung when it comes to school and work and is quite a perfectionist.

• Hobbies and interests: fjfjf I have a lot of interests - animes and games like TWST and obey me. I love doing art specifically working with clay medium, traditional and digital drawings!! Also hoards cute stuffs like sanrio (i love pompompurin so much) and san-x plushies. Love animals a lot (regardless if theyre bugs or reptiles) - my close friends tend to associate me with frogs 🐸 and my fav colours are yellow and grey. I love learning new things so I tend to also research and watch documentaries even outside of my work gjfjjf I also love listening to more alternative music - indie artists etc!!

• What are I look for in a relationship: someone who respects boundaries. someone who's emotionally mature and respectful. Also I prefer committed romantic relationships rather than casual ones because I can be very selective with who I spend time with (trust issues and stuff sjdhf). Maybe someone who I can share domestic bliss with. I don't mind someone whos more adventurous; they can push me out of comfort zone reasonably and I can explore and learn more new things!!

• What I cannot tolerate in relationships: Being patronised, talked down, nagged constantly. Someone who likes to play mind games and tests my loyalty/trust/love towards them. Overly dominant and manipulation and all that stuffs fjfmjf

• How I show affection: My go-to would be quality time and parallel play but I am fine with other love languages - especially giving gifts (or making stuffs to gift them)

• How do you want to receive affection: I think imo I don't have a preferred style and I get really happy and grateful when someone makes the effort to show their affection in their own ways

Signs: Libra (Sun), Aries (Rising and Moon) and Scorpio (Venus)

MBTI: INFJ-T

Enneagram: Type 4, Wing 5

Appearance/Fashion sense: Cutesy style; Casual lolita styles, sanriocore vibes, cottagecore dresses.

Sexuality & romantic orientation: Demisexual

I hope that this isnt too much fjffjjf and thank you for doing this again!! 💛 I really look forward to your writing!!!

Hi there, 🌻💛 🐸 anon! Ah, domestic bliss, someone who will stand by you…

Trey Clover

Trey will stand by you, giving you gentle encouragement when you get stuck overthinking or overanalyzing things, and when the social anxiety spikes up. You may not show it outwardly, but he can tell and will squeeze your hand or give you a soft look.

Really loves seeing your teasing and playful side come out, and may offer back some of his own teasing, but makes sure that he doesn’t go past of any of your boundaries. “Hmm? Ah, sorry, love,” he would chuckle.

Trey appreciates quality time, of quiet domestic moments shared in each others company. He also gets all soft whenever you gift him something, especially if you made it. You can also expect to have as many baked goods that you could ever dream of… He will make a Pompompurin cake for you with cupcakes themed after Muffin, Scone, Bagel, and Custard, Pompompurin’s friends.

He thinks your aesthetic is really soft and cute, just like you. He will match with you, if you wanted to do matching outfits; could be cottage-core, Sanrio, Lolita, or cutesy. He noted that your friends call you “frog” and got you and him matching Keroppi hoodies. Expect some awful frog puns, which I will not torture you with.

He would love it if you wanted to show any of your art projects, since he knows that it’s like sharing a piece of your soul. Loves seeing the look on your face as you’re working away on a slab of clay, sketching in your sketchbook, or staring at an art tablet... but please take some breaks to rest your eyes.

He wouldn’t really have the heart to tell you no if you came home yet again with a new animal companion. “Honey, is that uhhh,” he would point to the creature on your shoulder, but shake his head with a chuckle, accepting that there was a new member to the household.

Would enjoy just sitting on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, and watching a documentary you recommended, trying to focus on what’s playing but enjoying seeing you so happy more.

Overall, Trey is soft, respects you. He wants something that will last, and he know it will with you. He would love, cherish, and celebrate you.

“Hey, cupcake, I found you this, since you were talking about wanting that speciality clay.”

I hope you enjoy your baker, 🌻💛 🐸 anon. Please tell him whether or not you like puns because he will crack dad jokes and awful jokes that have you rolling your eyes.

*gives you fellow a-spec finger guns*

#twst match-up #dove does match ups #trey clover #romantic match ups #🌻💛 🐸 anon

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ein-liebloser-wanderer · 2 years

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⸸ The Araneae — Headcanons ⸸

(A world where I anthropomorphize as many animals as I can, because I'm just in the mood for legs and some BDSM. This is in the same world as my Scales and Serpent Tales snippets.)

Warning: I gave this blog its name for a reason. Expect eldritch themes. Oh, and light NSFW because of mentioned bestiality.

Includes: spiders, spider-typical behavior, cannibalism, emotional detachment, lack of empathy, manipulation, blue-and-orange morality

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⸸ The Araneae are an enigmatic bunch. We pass by them everyday, yet never think much of it. You never thought that the woman sitting beside you at the bus stop with her triplets was a Black Widow, never realized that the brawny guy at the gym was a Tarantula, and you certainly didn't know that most of your 'introverted' neighbors are actually Recluses.

⸸ Even among the Arachnids, they are known to be the most reclusive...and it's understandable, really. One must only ask random strangers what they think of spiders, and undoubtedly, most would say they either fear or hate them.

⸸ So, as a rule of thumb, everyone is dangerous. They should be careful as to who they spend their time with, because they will either be persecuted, or be 'exterminated' by pest control.

⸸ But of course, there wouldn't be millions of them in the world if they avoided social interactions all together. They may be comically antisocial, but they do find that special someone whom they desire to spend their entire life with. Someone who can look past their fear (or feel no fear at all), and see them as an anthropomorph with hobbies and interests, likes and dislikes, etc.

⸸ And since you are reading this, would I be bold to assume that you are one such character?

General Things You Must Know:

⸸ Assuming they have taken a human (or someone similar, warm-blooded and social) as a companion, they will do everything to be accommodating. And by that, they will do things we usually take for granted, like kindness, empathy, social cues, etc.

Because let's not forget, the Araneae are Arachnids. Naturally, their way of showing 'love', trust, and 'affection' wouldn't be conventional to how we do it.

⸸ All Araneae are true predators. To put it simply, they look at concepts like 'empathy' and Prey Rights movement (because that would absolutely exist in a world of animal anthropomorphs), and continue eating their 100% fly meat sandwich, forgetting about it altogether.

⸸ The very few that pretend to understand human empathy and morality only do so because it benefits them. For instance...

Let's assume that their significant other has a pet. A delicious, thick wad of meat that they are salivating just to eat.

Except they won't.

Not because it will hurt their partner, but because it will make them want to leave, and practically speaking, convincing them to stay takes too much effort. Also, that might get their SO to attack them.

Simply put, a little snack isn't worth losing the benefits their partner gives them.

⸸ It is commonly stereotyped that all spiders make great weavers and tailors. Among the Spider Folk, only around half of them can actually weave instinctively, and even less consider it an art. The rest just see silk as a practical tool for creating traps, snares, and making wall-climbing easier to do. The most they could do is probably sew up rips and holes in clothes (because clothes are expensive).

⸸ Another misconception is that all spiders are good at homemaking and other domestic duties. Nomads like the Kteis and Lykos rarely ever settle down in one place (or live in civilization for that matter).

Expect mistakes like forgetting to turn off the oven, plugging in things through electric sockets with wet hands, and locking the door from these guys. Home safety isn't something they often think about.

Courtship (What You Were Looking For Don't Lie)

⸸ The Araneae have a very rich dating culture, to say the least. When courting someone, they create elaborate plans to win someone over. Depending on the bloodline, they have unique ways to show it, such as gift-giving and serenades accompanied by a string instrument.

⸸ Males are traditionally the ones doing the courting, but when that isn't possible, the spider in the relationship, regardless of their gender, will do the courting.

⸸ Evolutionarily speaking, there is a reason for this. When the quality of your gift determined whether or not your date will cannibalize you, it's no wonder why your Drider boyfriend may be a tad too perfectionistic about your dinner date.

⸸ Also, you know that they truly want you as a mate when they reveal their identity to you. Because let's be honest, how will you explain to your non-spider partner why their child with you looks like...that.

⸸ Otherwise if they don't, they probably just like having their human partner around, but have no intention of mating with them.

Mating

⸸ Let's go down the route where they revealed their true identity to their partner, and now, they're just dating like any regular couple. They talk, spend time together...and have the occasional accidental murder in the bedroom.

⸸ Traditional or progressive, male or female, a spider will, and always be, cannibalistic. Even if they don't mean to, instincts are a very powerful thing, and sometimes, they can't help but bite a little too hard.

⸸ Don't writhe. Don't struggle. Don't fight them. That will only arouse their predatory nature even more. Seeing you struggle against your bonds in fear of them actually devouring you is such a very tempting sight...they might actually do it.

⸸ And if you think dating a male will spare you from all that difficulty, I'll have you know that even they have that urge. The only difference between the sexes are that the more masculine ones are more subtle, and prefer manipulation. The feminine ones are more dominant, choosing to go for the more aggressive route.

⸸ That being said, most Spiders know better than to leave their mate traumatized, alone to recover from the possibly violent session, so expect them to be very gentle and affectionate when giving aftercare.

Families

⸸ Female spiders have very strong maternal instincts. Stories of mothers fending their brood from bigger predators are very common. Some even go so far as to letting the spiderlings cannibalize her just so they wouldn't starve to death during times of great duress.

⸸ Parental care and concern for males on the other hand, are trained and self-taught. As you could probably imagine, males don't have the same instinct as females do because most of them don't live long enough to see their children.

⸸ Yes, your husband is carrying the baby wrong, but he is really trying. Have patience. It's not like he had a father to teach him and share stories about the difficulties of fatherhood.

#drider #spider people #araneae #arachnid clan #drider headcanons #monster headcanons #monster x you #monster lover #cryptids

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