#sorry that he reminds me of the most awful people i have ever met ever lol <3
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Mirror
Summary: Reader is Bucky's next-door neighbor when they hear him having a nightmare. Reader helps him see his reflection in the mirror and reminds him that his scars are beautiful because they are proof that he survived.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support on my last story, It gave me the courage to write a second one. The last fic I wrote was done in the first person so I thought I would try my hand in second person to see how it goes. Please let me know of any compliments or criticism that you have, it would really help a lot! 🤍
Warnings: Nightmare, PTSD, Bucky being insecure, self-deprivation (Bucky,) Crying, hurt/comfort.
Word count: 1339.
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You awoke to the sound of screaming from across the hall, it didn't take long to figure out Bucky was having another nightmare. You prop yourself up on one elbow, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to being awake. Forcing yourself out of your bed, you open your door and step into the dimly lit hallway of your apartment building. You gently raise your fist and knock on Bucky's apartment door, hoping he'll answer.
Not long after, the door creaks open and Bucky stands in the doorway looking disheveled and tired. He was wearing loose sweatpants, and his skin was gleaming with sweat. his eyes reddened and brimmed with tears yet to be spilled. You stare at him for a moment noticing how his long hair is sticking to the sides of his face, and how there were dark smudges under each eye.
"Bucky?" You say softly, almost as if he was a bomb waiting to detonate. "Can I come in?"
Bucky nods quietly, holding the door open a little wider. I look around noticing how messy his apartment is. Pillows and blankets were on the ground, and his boots were on two separate sides of the room, one leaning against the TV stand, while the other was in the corner. The only furniture in the room was a small, grey couch and a little coffee table that sat between the TV and the sofa.
Bucky stared at you silently, his eyes were dark. "I'm sorry I woke you." He said, his voice low and shaky.
You shook your head "Don't worry about it Bucky, it wasn't your fault." You say gently, sitting down on his couch and gesturing for him to sit next to you. "Are you okay?"
Bucky shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair "No" He says quietly, closing his eyes. "They won't stop, every time I try to sleep these nightmares keep coming back."
Your heart began to ache at the thought of Bucky suffering through these awful nightmares, night after night. You recall all the times when he would wake you up screaming, telling you how he had just dreamt about Hyrda, about how these visions of death and violence constantly haunt him.
"You don't deserve this Bucky." You say, observing the way he covered himself up with a blanket.
Bucky turned to face you "I'm a monster..." he said lowly. He opened his mouth but no words came out. Bucky closed his eyes tightly, and tears fell freely from his cheeks.
"No Bucky, you're not." You say, gently placing your hand over his shaking one. "Bucky, you've done nothing wrong, none of this is your fault."
He looked away from you, eyes falling to the floor "I know, but I still did it."
You sigh "Buck, listen to me." You say, keeping your voice gentle. "You were being brainwashed and manipulated. They made you do horrible things that you had no control over."
Bucky remained silent, letting out a deep breath before looking at you. "They ruined me Y/n, my body is filled with ugly scars." He said pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "When I go out in public little people, children even, are scared of my arm...It just reminds me of my past and what I've done." He says softly "Hydra ruined me."
You place your hand on his blanket-covered back slowly making circles with my fingernails. "Bucky, you are the kindest most handsome man I've ever met, your past does not define your present." You say, "You have gone out of your way to protect and take care of me even before we became close."
His cheeks tinted pink "Y/n...thank you." He whispered, taking a deep breath "But-"
You stop him "No buts Bucky." You say firmly "Can I show you the Bucky that I see?" You take his hand, pulling the blanket off his back, and leading him gently into the bathroom turning him so that he can see his reflection in the mirror.
"What do you see when you look at yourself?" You ask, keeping your voice soft.
Turning his head away from the mirror, Bucky swallowed hard. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he took a deep breath. "Scars..." He mumbled, unable to meet your gaze.
You nod, rubbing his back "Anything else?"
Bucky peers back to the mirror, his eyes landing on the scar tissue that connects his shoulder to his vibranium arm, he clenches his jaw and grips the sink tightly.
Your gaze is soft as you watch Bucky look at himself, with sorrow and pain. He doesn't reply as he turns away from the mirror, dropping his head in shame.
"Listen to me bucky..." You say, standing next to him in the mirror "Your scars are beautiful."
He glances up at you "How could they possibly be?" He asks, fighting back the tears that welled in his eyes.
You smile warmly "Because you fought your way out of hell, you persevered through torture and you lived; they are a reminder that you survived." You tell him, your eyes never leaving his. "You are the strongest, most beautiful man I have ever met." You say, turning to face him.
Bucky wipes his eyes quickly, inhaling sharply. He stares at you a moment before letting out a deep breath "Thank you..." He whispers, averting his eyes once more.
You squeeze his hand lightly "You don't have to thank me." You say softly. "You deserved to hear it."
Bucky stares down at you, his glossy eyes filled with gratitude, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. You wrap your arms around him in return, feeling the tension seep from his body. He sniffles "I don't deserve you doll." He whispers, bringing his forehead to rest against your shoulder.
"No, you deserve more."
You weren't sure why, but you felt like you needed to be persistent in reminding him that he was worthy of love and affection, regardless of what happened in his past.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He breathes, bringing his hand up to your head and running his fingers through your hair.
With a contented sigh, you let your fingers glide over Bucky's skin, tracing his muscles and spine. He shudders under your touch, tightening his grip around your waist. He leans into you, his forehead resting on yours.
"It feels good to hold you." He murmurs, pushing his nose against your cheek.
You smile against his chest "That's sweet Bucky, feels good to hold you too" You murmur.
Bucky lets out a soft chuckle, a light tickle brushing against your ear. You reach up, running your hand through his silky hair, gently combing it out of his eyes. You tilt his head up so that his eyes meet your own.
"Are you ready to go back to bed?" You say, staring into his eyes. You could tell that he was tired, his pale blue eyes looking dull and heavy.
He nods slowly, resting his chin against your shoulder before pulling away and walking into his room "Yeah." He mutters.
You turn around, walking back into the bedroom. As you shut the door behind you, you hear Bucky sigh as he climbs onto his bed. You walk over to the bed and sit down, facing Bucky.
He closes his eyes and lets out a long exhale "Thanks for talking to me sweetheart...You didn't have to stay up this long." He says, his voice cracking slightly.
You run your fingers through his hair "Don't worry about it Bucky, I wanted to." You say, leaning forward and kissing his forehead "Goodnight."
Bucky stares at you, looking at you as if he is trying to memorize every feature.
"Y/n?" He asks barely audible.
"Yeah?"
"Can you stay here tonight?" He says, his voice hoarse.
A small smile appears as you walk to the other side of the bed and gently crawl under the covers. immediately, Warmth envelops you as you settle into the blankets. You take a deep breath, feeling the heat from Bucky's body beneath the blankets. You lean forward, bringing your lips to his temple.
"Goodnight Buck." You murmur.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart," he whispers softly, drawing you close to his chest as he drifts into the first peaceful sleep he has had in years.
#soft bucky#bucky barnes x reader#bucky fluff#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes comfort fic#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x you#james buchanan barnes#bucky fanfic
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In The Way I Need You | Part 7
Series Masterlist
➪in which clay tries to make amends with you, and you become even closer with joey.
PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.
WC; 4.6k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡
Clay tried to bathe Joey as quickly as he could, because he knew you could walk out at any second. He wouldn’t be surprised if you skipped out on your payment again tonight and left while he was getting Joey ready for bed. He wouldn’t even blame you.
“Goodnight, buddy,” he said softly as he kissed Joey’s forehead. “I love you.”
He was asleep before Clay even left the room, making him tug off his tie with shaky fingers as he quickly headed towards the stairs.
God, he hoped you stayed. You didn’t say you would, but you also didn’t leave right away like he was sure you were going to. That was a good sign, right?
When he descended the stairs and saw you still sitting on the couch, he let out a sigh of relief before entering the room and moving to sit next to you, making sure to leave some space between you. “I’m happy you stayed,”
You trace the tip of your tongue along the backs of your upper teeth, and Clay struggled to keep his eyes locked on yours as you say, “I thought about leaving as soon as you went upstairs,”
Your confession, though it was one he expected, still had him feeling awful about what he did and said about you. “I’m really sorry,” he started. “I didn’t mean those things I said about you to my mother. It’s just…she’s..” He wasn’t sure where he was trying to go with this, and you clearly weren’t in the mood for excuses as you huffed and reached for your bag again.
“I get it. You don’t want your mom finding out you kissed the babysitter because she probably thinks of me as just a kid. Maybe you both do,” you mumbled and stood up. “Let’s just both be professional until I can find another job.”
Clay’s eyes widened at that as he stood up quickly, too. “What? You’re looking for another job?” When you nod at him, he asks, “Why?”
You laugh and place your bag onto your shoulder again. “I obviously can’t keep working for you since we went way over the professional aspect of our relationship. And you think I’m just some immature kid,” you bitterly recall the conversation he had with his mom yesterday. “I’m twenty, so nothing can happen between us, right?”
Clay closed his eyes tightly at the reminder of all the lies he said in order to get his mother off his case. He didn’t mean any of it, he just needed to say something that would give him time to think things through, and he knew now that he did want you. He knew that before, he just didn’t know what to do about it. “No,” he answered and you squint your eyes at him. “I like you, Y/n. I have since the minute I met you.”
You look away from him quickly and cross your arms. “We don’t know anything about each other, Clay,” you point out, but he was just happy you didn’t call him Mr. Beresford again.
“I want to know everything about you,” he said and watched with guilty eyes as you tense up a bit in a way to guard yourself from him. He hated it, but he understood why you were so hesitant around him right now.
When you finally meet his gaze, you sigh, “Clay,”
“I mean it,” he promised and sat back down again. He looked up at you as things were completely in your control at the moment, and you both knew it. “You’re not a kid, and I don’t think you’re immature. You’re actually one of the most mature people I’ve ever met.”
You drop your arms to your sides as you ask, “Then why did you say all of that stuff to your mom about me? And don’t give me some dumb excuse, or else I’ll leave right now,”
Clay nodded quickly, “My mother has always been really protective over me and who I give my heart to since it hasn’t worked properly for most of my life. When I met Joey’s mom, I didn’t think things through and I rushed that relationship, leaving me a single dad before I even reached my thirties,”
Your hard gaze softens and you sit down next to him again, unknowingly giving him more confidence to continue his embarrassing backstory.
“She tried to warn me about marrying her and starting a life with her since she was so sure Sam just wanted me for money. Then she got pregnant and stayed with me for about twelve more months after that and then I never saw her again,” he hated talking about Sam since the signs were so clearly there, he just never realized them until it was too late. It made him feel like an idiot for ever thinking she truly loved him. “I was depressed for months after and I had to take care of Joey by myself for the most part. My mom had to watch me spiral for a long time before I finally realized that Sam wasn’t coming back. I know she doesn’t want me to go back to how I was when Sam left me. She’s more protective over my heart than I am, but you already knew that since she told you about my condition less than an hour after meeting you.”
A small, barely-there smile forms on your lips before you look away and play with the bracelet on your wrist. “I know she’s protective over you, Clay,” you agree. “But that doesn’t explain why you said all that stuff about me. You sounded so serious when you said that us falling asleep together will never happen again and that nothing is going on between us when I thought there was.”
“There is,” he stated firmly, glancing down when he felt your knee brush against his. “There is something between us. I only said there wasn’t because I don’t want to have my mother be so invested in another relationship of mine. Maybe she was right about the first one, but I know what I want now. It’s you.”
Clay watches as a blush forms on your face before you break eye contact again. “How am I supposed to believe you?” You ask and Clay thinks about it for a second before he gets up, making you glance over at him.
“Stay here,” he requested, waiting until you gave him a confused nod before going back upstairs and walking straight to his nightstand. He grabbed the sticky note you had left for him the first night you babysat Joey before quickly heading back down. When he walked back into the living room, he saw how your pretty eyes gazed up at him in interest as he sat next to you again. “Here.”
He holds out the note and watches as realization takes over your features and how your lips curve up into a smile. “For the coolest kid’s dad,” you read the note after taking it from him, holding it as if it was the most fragile letter you’ve ever read. “You kept it.”
“It’s been stuck to my alarm clock since the first night you watched Joey,” he said and was powerless to fight the grin that formed on his lips when you turned your head to look over at him.
“I can’t believe you kept it,” you murmur in disbelief.
Clay had initially felt dumb for keeping it, since it was just a simple note you left him alongside the dinner you set aside for him, but the look you were giving him right now had him feeling nothing short of amazing. He was glad he went back for it after he threw it away when he came to the realization that he was into you. “Well, it meant a lot to me at the time,” he shrugged. “Means a lot to me now. And so do you.”
Your eyes stared into his as if you were trying to figure out if he was being truthful or not. He knew he was, and so did you as after you set the note aside, you take his hand in your smaller one and give him a conflicted smile. “Okay, so I guess I believe you,”
Clay laughed and ran this thumb along your knuckles. “Good, because I have and will always take you and us seriously,”
Your smile grows as you ask, “So we’re doing this?”
He laces his fingers with yours and nods. “We’re doing this,” he confirmed and leaned back against the couch, pulling you with him. You snuggle against his side and rest your head on his chest as your fingers play with his. “And I mean it, I want to know everything about you.”
You smile up at him. “Like what?”
Clay shrugged, “I don’t know, anything. What’s your favorite food? Color? What pet did you have growing up?”
Laughing loudly, you turn and pull your hand out of his so you can drape his arm around your shoulders instead. “Wow, those questions are very personal,” you tease as you tangle your fingers with his again. “Food…probably pizza, shocker, I know. Color, blue. And my parents never let me get a pet when I was a kid. Unless you count a fish I won at a fair I went to with my friend and her family that my mom flushed as soon as I walked through the door.”
Clay raised his brows as he tried to hold back a smile. “Wow, uh,” he trailed off. “Poor fish?”
You shake your head, “Poor fish,”
Clay kind of wanted to ask you about your family, but from what he already knew about them, you’re not close anymore. They were the reason you moved to Brooklyn by yourself, and were the reason you had to fend for yourself for most of your life.
He’ll let you tell him more about them if and when you’re ready to.
The time passed by quickly after that, and just as you lean up to kiss him, the front door opens and closes, and Clay sighs as he hears his mother’s footsteps ascend the stairs.
You stand up quickly and grab your bag again as you move a few feet away. Lilith enters the living room a few seconds later and looks between the two of you with an unreadable expression, and her brows raise as Clay stands up as well. “Hi, Mrs. Beresford,” you greet her with a small smile, and Clay was grateful for the fact that you didn’t force him to announce that you and he are…together? Is that what you were? Unofficially, of course, but you knew you wanted each other, and that was enough for now.
Fuck, he hasn’t even asked you out on a date yet.
That will be next on his to do list.
“Hello, Y/n,” she says back and looks over at Clay. “Have you been home long, sweetheart?”
He knew what she was doing. She was trying to see if you and him had been talking for long before she got home, and he refused to give in and prove her right. “No, only a few minutes,”
He’d been home for well over an hour now, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah, I was just leaving,” you add and step around her. “I got an early morning tomorrow.”
Lilith nodded as Clay moved to stand next to you after discreetly grabbing the sticky note and putting it in his pocket. “I’ll walk you out,” he offered and watched as you fought off a smile all the way down to the front door. “So…early morning tomorrow? Is that true or are you secretly a really good liar?”
You reach the bottom of the stairs and turn to him with a tight smile. “It’s actually true,” you tell him and he notices that you weren’t smiling like you were a minute ago. You looked nervous as you added, “I have a job interview tomorrow.”
That wiped Clay’s smile off his own face as he stepped closer to you. “Oh,”
“I can cancel it,” you quickly say but he shakes his head.
“No, you don’t have to,” he said back, taking your hands in his. “I want you to keep babysitting, but I also don’t want you to feel weird about me paying you now that we’re…you know.”
“Oh, you can’t pay me anymore, Clay,” you inform him. “I refuse to receive payments from the guy I’m seeing, or…whatever.”
Clay laughed, “Okay, so…go to that interview then,”
You tug on his hands a bit as you walk backwards towards the door. “I’ll miss you and Joey too much if I get a new job, though,”
Clay hummed, the smile returning to his lip at your words. “Okay….well, I can usually handle the kid just fine on my own in the mornings, so maybe you can ask for the day shift? Then you can hang out with Joey after. Or maybe find a weekend job? Eitherway, Joey and I would miss you, too, if we didn’t get to see you as often as we do now.”
You smile your pretty smile up at him before you both lean in and close the distance. Clay’s hands grip onto either side of your face while yours trail up his back before gripping his neck and pulling him closer to you. He felt his heartbeat quicken at the small noise you made as he pressed you against the door, and he knew he would be playing it on repeat until he saw you again.
Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull away but keep your face close to his. “I should go,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his with every word. “Your mom might get suspicious.”
Clay nods, pressing another deep kiss to your lips before pulling away and opening the door for you.
“I’ll wait, Clay,” you say quietly as you step out onto the stone steps. “I know you’re not ready to tell your mom, and maybe it’s too early to say this, but I’ll wait until you are.”
Clay gives you a grateful smile before stepping forward and kissing you one last time. “Text me when you get home,” he requested and you nod, giving him a wave as you step out onto the dark street.
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You had a dumb smile on your face the whole way back home, and you knew it wasn’t going away anytime soon
Clay liked you back. He wanted to be with you in the way you want to be with him. You were sure you’re dreaming, and you didn’t want to wake up any time soon.
You were feeling giddy as you set your bag down onto your bed before sitting next to it and pulling out your phone.
I’m home and haven’t been able to stop smiling yet.
Clay Beresford: That makes two of us. I’ll see you tomorrow?
Definitely. I only like you for your cute kid, anyway.
Clay Beresford: I understand, but that still hurts. Goodnight, pretty girl.
You blush at the text and set your phone aside before getting up and heading over to your laptop. You knew now that you didn’t want to get a job that prevented you from babysitting Joey, even if you refused to be paid for it since you were…with Clay? Were you with Clay now? You didn’t even know.
All you knew was that you liked him. A lot. And you liked his son, and you wanted to keep babysitting him when he got home from school.
You pull up the job offer you responded to and read over the information posted with it. It was a simple cafe job and it had paid training if you get selected for it, and it also had a pretty relaxed schedule. The morning shift and evening shifts were hiring, as well as the weekend shifts.
The morning shift started at seven and went until one in the afternoon, so you’d still be able to pick Joey up from school if you were to get the job. You just wouldn’t have a lot of freetime, but it’s not like you did a whole lot anyway. You were pretty much alone since you moved away from your family and the few friends you kept after graduating high school.
It would be a great distraction from all of it.
Deciding against canceling your interview for the following morning, you close your laptop again and get ready for bed, a permanent smile stuck on your lips. After completing your night routine, you go back to your bag and take out Joey’s drawing. Placing it on the fridge, you admire the picture for a few seconds before heading back to your room.
The next morning you were a bit late waking up, leading you to quickly throw on a pair of light jeans and a white tee before grabbing your converse and fleeing your apartment.
The coffee shop was a few blocks down from your place, so you decided to save money on a cab fare and walk. You were a bit nervous as you sat down and waited for the owner, whose name was Jess, to come out. Your leg was bouncing under the table as you watched the customers come and go, and one looked a bit familiar as she waited for her coffee. You don’t think you have ever seen her before, but something about her seemed….familiar for some reason.
She had light brown hair and dark brown eyes, and when she looked over and smiled at you, you saw that she had perfectly straight white teeth. You felt a bit insecure just looking at her, so you returned the smile before quickly looking away just as Jess sat down across from you.
Jess had strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded you of both Clay and Joey’s, and she looked to be around your age, if not a few years older. As the interview went on, you learned that she had a similar backstory as you did, with her leaving her family home at the age of nineteen and opening up her own coffee shop. She used up all the money she’d been saving since she was fourteen and nearly lost it all until the cafe was given a great review that ended up saving her and allowing it to be her official source of income.
She was really nice and you bonded with her well. You hoped you got the job, but if not, you’d definitely visit and support her business anyway.
Once the interview was over, you had an hour or so before you had to go pick Joey up from school, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see both him and Clay. Things were okay again, and even though you couldn’t do anything with Clay in front of his mom right now, you were still looking forward to seeing him once he got home from work.
While you still didn’t fully understand his situation with his ex and mom, you would keep quiet about it until he felt ready enough to further explain it to you.
You spent your time going to the nearest grocery store and picking up stuff to make tacos with, wanting to give Joey a bit of a different dinner tonight. After passing by the candy aisle, you think it over for a few seconds before pulling out your phone.
For no specific reason, does Joey like candy? If so, what kind? Once again, for no specific reason at all.
You weren’t expecting him to get back to you so quickly as you browse through possible options, planning on going for the healthiest unhealthy option if he wasn’t able to get back to you for a while.
Clay Beresford: He’s four. Of course he likes candy. Any kind. If you’re planning on getting him some, be prepared for me to pay you back.
You roll your eyes as you grab some Starbursts and Fun Dip before typing with one hand as you put the items onto the counter.
Don’t be such a dad. I’m not taking your money ever again.
Clay Beresford: The dad life chose me. Did you go to that interview? I meant to wish you luck earlier.
You smile at the lady behind the counter as she hands you back a plastic bag before leaving the store and starting the somewhat short walk to Clay’s house.
Yeah, I did. I appreciate it, but your luck wasn’t needed. Pretty sure I was the best candidate she’s had all week.
Clay Beresford: That’s good…so can Joe and I expect to lose you soon?
You smile at that as you cross the street, the same dumb grin from last night coming back in full swing.
Hopefully not…like I said, I’d miss you too much. Both of you.
Clay Beresford: Hopefully we won’t have to miss you, too.
You assume he went back to work after that as he didn’t reply to your teasing remark, leaving you to pocket your phone as you waited for the time to go by so you could pick Joey up from school.
An hour passes, and you are currently sitting at the kitchen table beside Joey. He was still telling you all about his day, and when you opened his backpack, you pulled out a few more drawings. One was of him and Clay, another was what you think is a dog and him hinting at something, and the last one was of you and him.
You hung all of them on the fridge before getting him a snack, which was a simple celery and cheese dip. It felt like no matter how much this kid ate, he was always hungry and didn’t gain a single pound.
You were in the middle of coloring in a flower when Joey suddenly says, “I wish I had a mom,”
The crayon fell from your fingers as you gazed up at him in surprise. He continued coloring in the lion you had drawn for him, seeming to not realize just how heartbreaking his words actually were. “What?” You couldn’t help but ask, grabbing the crayon again before it could roll off the table.
“All my friends have a mom,” he answered, looking up at you when he noticed that you had stopped coloring. “They make fun of me for not having one.”
Your brows furrow at that and suddenly you were mad at a bunch of four year olds. “Well, maybe they’re not your real friends if they make fun of you,” you offered and tried to go back to your flower, but you were beginning to feel sad for the poor kid beside you. “And you have your grandma, and your dad. They love you so much, Joey, you don’t really need a mom when you have them.” You weren’t sure if you should be saying that, but you didn’t know what else you could say.
Joey shrugged, handing you the orange crayon in exchange for the yellow one you were holding. “And you,” he said and you felt tears prick your eyes. You were sure Joey would be the cause of many of your tears since his story was a sad one, and you wished you could do something more for him but weren’t sure how.
“Yeah,” you whisper, reaching over and brushing his hair out of his face with a forced smile. “You have me, too.”
You watched him color for a bit after that before forcing yourself to get up and cook the beef for tacos. One messy dinner later, you send Joey off to the living room with the pack of Starbursts as you clean the kitchen. Tears were still burning your eyes as you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, and it only got worse when you heard the sound of Joey laughing and Clay’s muffled voice from down the hall.
You were washing the plates when he entered the dining room and crossed over to the kitchen. “Hey,” he says quietly, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your hips. “How was your day?”
He leans in to brush his lips against your temple, and you hold back the sob that wanted to leave your mouth as you straighten up against his chest. “It was good,” you answered, and even you could hear the waver in your voice. Clay stiffens and you sigh as you turn your head away. “I’m sorry.”
Clay shakes his head and gently turns your body so you’re facing him. His gaze softens at the tears gathered in your eyes and he reaches one hand up to caress the side of your face, the other one reaching around you to turn the water off. “What’s wrong?”
You avoid eye contact as you shrug, pressing the heels of your hand against your eyes. “I feel like an idiot right now, Clay,” you mumble, laughing pathetically after.
He furrows his brows and gently grips your chin with his index finger and thumb, turning your head so you’re forced to meet his eyes. “Talk to me,” he softly demanded. “What happened?”
You give him a strained sigh as you shake your head. “I just can’t believe that your bitch of an ex-wife left you and Joey. He’s so sweet and kind and….he’s a kid, Clay. How could she do that to him? To you?”
Clay gave you a small smile before leaning in and pressing a chaste but passionate kiss to your lips. “What brought this on?” He hummed when he pulled away and ran his hand up your back before tugging your body against his.
You rest your head against his chest and bunch up the fabric of his shirt in your hands. “Joey told me how much he wishes he had a mom and how the kids at school tease him for it,” you mumble. “I don’t know, it made me upset. And I probably shouldn’t be this upset, but I can’t help it. It’s not fair.”
Clay hummed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love that you’re upset about it. Means you care,” he murmured. “And you’re right, it’s not fair, but trust me when I say that we’re all better off without her, especially Joey.”
You give him a sad smile. “Still…I just wish there was more I could do for him….for all of you,”
Clay shook his head, leaning down to press another his to your temple. “You do so much for us already,” he assured you, leaning back against the counter and letting you settle between his arms and legs. “And Joey adores you. He gets so excited whenever I tell him that you’ll be the one picking him up from school and hanging out with him until I get home. You’ve made a big impact on him, baby, on all of us.”
You smile again, a blush forming on your face as you take in his words. “Thanks,” you whisper, then you realize that he just called you baby, and now you’re flustered all over again but for an entirely different reason.
He responds by kissing your forehead again. “I want to take you out,” he says and you raise your brows.
“Like…on a date?”
“Yeah,” he grins down at you. “On a date. I don’t know where we’d go, but I think we both need a break from this house. Maybe I can show you around the city? Since you’re so good at reading directions.”
“Hey,” you laugh and lightly slap his shoulder. “My inability to read directions is what led us to meeting. So, really, you should be glad that I rarely know where I’m going half the time.”
Clay laughed, too, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Believe me,” he murmured against your mouth. “I’m glad.”
#hayden christensen#hayden christensen imagine#hayden christensen edit#hayden christensen gif#anakin skywalker#hayden christensen icons#hayden christensen smut#hayden christensen x reader#clay beresford x reader#clayton beresford#clay beresford imagines#clayton beresford imagines#clayton beresford imagine#awake 2007#awake#in the way i need you series#in the way i need you
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Teach Me Tonight
Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!
Request: Congrats on the 900, love reading your work! Can I request “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” with Roy.
Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader
1.5k words
Warnings: Language, mentions of Ms. Bowen, Roy being a flirt, Reader getting embarrassed
Author's Note: I've had Roy with a teacher stuck in my head for a while now. No reason of course. None at all. Totally not because I'm a teacher.
The clock seemed to move so slowly as you sat at your desk, ignoring the spelling test you should be marking. The kids were all gone for the day, and you were waiting for your meeting, your last task before you could head home for the day.
Phoebe had, once again, gotten into a fistfight. And, once again, it meant calling home to set up a meeting.
You checked your watch; yep, the clock on the wall was right, which meant Phoebe’s mum was incredibly late. With a sigh, you began packing up your things, figuring you’d send her mum a quick message asking to reschedule. Yes, in a half hour you’d be on your couch with a glass of wine and the romance novel that was sitting on your coffee table. Your mind wandered to your fridge, trying to figure out what you could scrounge up for dinner-
“Fuck, sorry I’m late.”
Oh, no. Not him.
Phoebe’s uncle burst into the room, clad in that leather jacket he always wore and a deep frown on his face. Truly, you shouldn’t have been so unhappy at the sight of him; you’d met Roy Kent quite a few times now, sometimes chatted a little during drop-off and pickup, and he was always very nice, although he often required reminders about his language when the kids were around. At the start of the year, he sincerely encouraged you to reach out to him if you ever needed anything, something you were terrified of taking him up on.
He was Roy Kent, after all. Gorgeous and famous. And besides that, you’d heard murmurings about Ms. Bowen’s awkward interactions with him last year; there was no way you were going to subject yourself to that. No thank you.
Still, you couldn’t help but smile as he shuffled towards your desk, embarrassed half-smirk on his face. You quickly grabbed a chair and placed it next to your desk, always amused to see adults sitting in chairs meant for eight-year-olds. Especially when that adult was a muscular ex-footballer.
“My sister got pulled into a last-minute surgery,” he explained, a tad breathless. “Got here as fast as I fucking could.” He seemed to remember where he was. “Shit, sorry.” He glanced around. “There any kids hanging around?”
You shook your head with a laugh. “You’re fine. Just don’t let Mrs. Selig hear you, though.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want to miss training because I’ve got a fucking detention.” He leaned forward, his face becoming serious. “Now, what did Pheebs do this time?”
Unlike most parents, Phoebe’s adults were very self-aware. You liked that. “Well,” you started, glancing down at your notes. “Apparently, she overheard Harold making fun of Abby for not doing so well on a maths test. And Phoebe originally just told him to stop, and when he shoved Pheobe and told her to stay out of it, she relieved him of two of his baby teeth.” You offered a half-grimace, half-smile. “The girl’s got a mean right hook.”
Roy laughed, a sound you didn’t quite expect. “Well, fuck. What’s the punishment then?”
“Missing recess for the rest of the week.”
His eyebrows flew up. “That’s it? She just has to miss a few days of fucking jump rope and hopscotch?”
You nodded. “I went to the headmistress and explained that Phoebe was defending a friend, and that Harold was really the one who escalated things. And she agreed that really, Phoebe just needs a reminder to, you know, not hit people.” You tapped your desk. “Just, if you could, chat with her. No knocking people’s teeth out, no matter how awful they’re being to your friends. And that she should let an adult know if someone’s acting prickish. Believe it or not, some of us know how to handle that sort of thing.” You shrugged. “That’s about it.”
“Wow. Easiest conference I’ve ever come to,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Guess you can get home to your husband, then.”
Your face warmed. “No husband,” you replied. “No wife. No boyfriend. No girlfriend.”
“Sugar daddy?”
Thank God you weren’t drinking anything, otherwise it would’ve come out your nose. “D’you think I’d be here if I had one of those?” you joked.
His smile made your chest tighten. “True.” He glanced around. “Mind if I take a peek?” He pointed at the wall where you had students’ writing displayed.
“Oh. Um, yeah, go for it.”
You watched him walk over to the bulletin board, amused by the slow, intentional way he looked at each child’s paper. He perked up when he saw Phoebe’s.
“They wrote about the person they admire most,” you explained as you left your desk to join him. “Pheebs wrote about you, of course.”
He gave a little hum as his eyes skimmed the paper. “Don’t know if I deserve that.”
“From what I hear, you do,” you assured him, feeling bold enough to bump him with your shoulder. “She basically worships you.”
His voice was low. “She’s an idiot.”
You grinned. “She’s eight. They’re all idiots.” Your eyes narrowed playfully. “Don’t ever tell anyone I said that, alright? As far as everyone knows, I’m bloody Mary Poppins.”
His eyes wandered over your face. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He strolled over to the bulletin board where you had your birthday calendar, reminders about upcoming tests and field trips, and copies of flyers for parents. He looked at each item carefully before pointing at one particular reminder. “You still need help with Friday’s field trip?”
“I always need help with field trips,” you answered, crossing your arms. “But I’m sure you have training-”
“I can be there.”
You blinked a few times, not sure how to respond to the quickness of his answer mixed with the soft way he looked at you. “You want to get on a hot bus with two dozen eight-year-olds and go to the zoo with them? Make sure everyone gets their lunch and no one wanders into the lions’ enclosure?”
He shrugged, ears beginning to tinge pink. “You just said you need help. I’d like to help you.”
Not I want to spend the day with Phoebe. Not Hey, good excuse to call off work, like some parents you knew would say. Nope, it was I’d like to help you.
Suddenly your throat was far too dry and Roy Kent was standing far too close to you. “Oh. Thank you, then.”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” He leaned against the wall, the very picture of attractive.
Damn, there was a lot you’d like his help with. And none of it was appropriate for the classroom.
Instead of saying that, of course, you shook your head. “I know you’re a busy man, Coach Kent, there’s honestly no need-”
“You can call me Roy.”
Oh hell.
He continued. “Y’know, at the start of the year I told you could ask me for help. And I haven’t received a single fucking email, but I heard Abby’s mum gets called all the time to help out.” He raised his eyebrows, clearly just trying to give you a hard time. “Hardly seems fair to me. Is it because I’m a man? Because that’s kind of sexist, y’know.”
God, he was so freaking charming when he teased.
“No, it’s not that-”
He leaned closer, clearly enjoying watching you squirm. “What is it then? You a West Ham fan or something? Don’t want a Greyhound in your classroom?” His eyes flickered to your lips for the tiniest fraction of a second. “Couldn’t be because I make you nervous or anything, right?”
His brown eyes broke down every barrier of professionalism you had. “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you, so what?” Immediately your hands flew to your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment. “Fuck. Wait, no, I-”
“Excuse me, please no swearing in the classroom.” His voice was full of teasing as he gazed down at you. Slowly, he took your hands and brought them away from your face. When he saw the absolute terror in your eyes, his smirk disappeared. “Hey, wait. Fuck, are you alright?”
You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. “I shouldn’t have said that,” you whispered. “It was, um, impulsive and unprofessional and childish and-”
“And exactly what I wanted to hear.”
His words bounced around in your head. “I’m sorry?”
His face was no longer teasing or concerned; it was bashful. “Why d’you think I want to help in the classroom so badly? I need a fucking excuse to be near you.” He still held your hands, his grip softening. “But I’m sure you’re not supposed to date parents-”
“You’re not a parent.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even think about them.
Amusement returned to those handsome features. “Uncles are alright, then?”
“Only if they’re really grumpy and swear a lot.”
When he smiled, you felt sure your heart was going to explode out of your chest. “Well in that case, how about Friday, after the zoo? I’m sure you’ll need a fucking drink.”
In spite of your nerves, you nodded, not caring about looking cool or coy or aloof. “That would be lovely. Thank you, Coach Kent.”
He gave your hands a small squeeze before letting go and backing away. “I told you, call me Roy.” He gave a small salute as he made his way to the door. “See you Friday then.”
“See you Friday, Roy.”
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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 28
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Jack kept to himself the first few days. He would see Y/n's car pull in and try not to stare at her through the window like a creep. He didn't want to overwhelm her in the first week so he waited. He kept thinking about what he might say, how he might apologize and have her actually know how sorry he was for how things happened. He starts taking evening walks like Dr. Carty had suggested and it really helped clear his head.
It wasn't until Saturday that they crossed paths. Jack actually stopped dead in his tracks seeing her having as cigarette on the bench on the side of her house that her mother can't see.
"It's okay, you can say hello. I won't bite you." Y/n spoke first.
"Hi...I promise I wasn't like following you or-" Y/n laughed at Jack's fumbling.
"I know Jack. I just got here. I just needed a break before going inside." She explained. He nodded unsure if she wanted to be alone or not.
"How are you feeling being home?" She asks, inviting him to take a seat next to her.
"I feel better, more myself physically and mentally." Jack rubbed his palms on his jeans.
"That's good." She took another drag and stayed silent.
"I owe you a lot of things. The most important thing being an apology. I am so incredibly sorry for being selfish enough to come off my meds and taking out my episode on you. I'm sorry for the shitty things I said, I didn't mean them. I know how important your mom is to you and I know how much you love taking care of people. That's what makes you such an amazing person." Jack swallowed the lump in his throat as Y/n kept her eyes on him.
"I...I'm also sorry for getting physical with you. I didn't remember doing it to Shanda and I don't remember doing it to you either but that doesn't make it any less awful. It was wrong, disrespectful and I'm just...so insanely sorry Y/n." Jack finally met her gaze.
"You also probably saved my life. I was in a really bad way that night and I'm lucky you were there to stitch me up. I know that couldn't have been easy on you so I'm also sorry for putting you through that for no reason. It was a mistake and I don't intend on repeating it ever again. I'm not saying I won't ever have another episode but I will make sure I will always take my meds to avoid putting you or anyone else through that." Jack felt like he was ten pounds lighter after saying all that.
"Do...do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me? Maybe give me a second chance?" Jack asked trying not to sound as desperate as he felt.
"You want to tell me what triggered the downfall? I mean the night we had together seemed really nice and I thought things were going well. Then all the sudden-"
"Oh no our night was perfect. It honestly had nothing to do with that. I just...I got a call from my ex-fiance. She said she was moving and wanted me to come back to California and collect my stuff. I just...I couldn't fathom the idea of going back there or seeing her again...everything all sort of came crashing down at once and I just...lost it." Jack explained. Y/n held the cigarette out to him and he took it, taking a drag and ironically felt like he could breathe easier.
"When I think about the place I was last year, it reminds me of how fucked up I was. How damaged I am and how it hurt the people I loved the most. It makes me think I don't deserve happiness...especially the happiness you bring me." Jack handed her cigarette back to her.
"How do you feel about it now? Do you still think you don't deserve happiness?" Y/n asked curiously.
"Sometimes I think I let myself sabotage my own happiness just so I can't ever really hold onto it but I would like to think I've atoned enough for my mistakes to allow myself that feeling." Jack watched as she finished the cigarette and let out a sigh.
"I forgive you Jack. Neither of us are perfect but I try every day to make sure I can do whatever it takes to not allow my shit to touch other people. I try really hard to make sure that I take care of myself, take my medicine and talk to my therapist when I'm having issues so that they can't bleed over to the people I care about, you being one of those people." She gives him a sad smile. Jack reaches out and takes Y/n hand giving it a squeeze.
"Why are you so good to me? I want to believe I deserve it but-"
"Jack, I like spending time with you. I like to talk to you and joke with you. I like to get off with you or banter over weed and breakfast. I want you to believe me when I say you deserve happiness just as much as I do." Y/n squeezed his hand back.
"I like spending time with you too. You were all I could think about when I was away. I just, I want to keep my head on straight for you, for myself too but I want to be well so whatever we have going on between us, we get a real fair shot." Jack smiled as she scooted closer to him.
"We will. I will agree to the second chance but I want you to be honest with me when shit starts to feel like you can't handle it again. I want you to tell me when you're drowning so I can at least have a chance to try and help you." Y/n pushed the hair away from his face and he nodded.
"I like the sound of that." He sighed leaning his head forward, resting his forehead into hers.
"I missed you." Y/n said touching his face delicately. Jack felt a wave of relief wash over his chest as he took in her scent.
"I missed you too." Jack wanted to kiss her but she kissed his forehead first. He felt like he was going to be so much more vigilant with his second chance with Y/n. He wasn't going to let his past dictate his future. He wanted happiness. He deserves it.
#Jack Thurlow#Jack Thurlow x YN#Jack Goes Home#Glass Houses Series#Glass Houses#One Shot Series#Culkin Cult#Rory Culkin#28/38
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attack on titan headcanons #3
## - their thoughts/feelings about you
genre - fluff
pairings - aot x reader
word count - 0.7k
warnings - none!
notes - THIS IS MY FAVOURITE HC IVE MADE SO FAR, I LOVE IT !!
- EREN JAEGER
falling for you but is denying it
he thinks you’re beautiful
he thought you were the funniest person ever
he loves how he can be so open with you!
but he thinks it’ll be selfish to be with you because of the situation you’re all in :(
“... god, i could barely breathe after that joke. their laugh makes my heart flutter”
- MIKASA ACKERMAN
falling for you and is confused
isn’t she in love with eren? how and why has she fallen for you?
she loves the fact that she can just sit with you in silence, and neither of you find it awkward
you both love it
she loves every part of you!!
“they look so beautiful.. just sitting there.. i like their side profile”
- ARMIN ARLERT
falling for you and is flustered
‘THEY’RE SO PRETTYYY’
‘THEIR EYES ARE SO SPARKLY’
he is so infatuated with you.
he admires every single one of your features
he loves your personality too, of course!
“ahh, i love that sparkly look in their eyes when they talk about that new book they read..”
- JEAN KRISTEIN
falling for you and loves it
finds himself drawing you a lot
he’s never laughed so much before
how can this person make such an awful life.. so happy?
he just wants to play with your hair and kiss you and hug you and AHH
“hmm.. no, lemme re-do the nose, it doesn’t look quite right.. okay, perfect!!”
marco: “jean, that’s like your fifth drawing of them today.”
“STOP WHAT”
- SASHA BRAUS
falling for you and is confused (2)
she’s never had a crush before
she’s admired a lot of people, including you
but this time, it’s different..
when you guys hug, she wants to stay there forever.
she even uses her natural accent around you because she’s so comfortable around you!
“their hugs are so warmmn and comfyyy.. i wanna stay here forever”
- CONNIE SPRINGER
falling for you and is confused (3)
i have a crush on y/n?
nahh, they’re my best friend!
... are they?
he’s realised recently how much more beautiful you are than any other person.
he loves how you guys can pull pranks together
he finds you so funny!!
“how did they look so good while slaying titans? god, i’m so whipped.”
- REINER BRAUN
falling for you and loves it (secretly scared)
he thinks you’re the most beautiful, brave and strongest person he’s ever met.
you’re so strong but yet, so gentle when it comes to your comrades
he’s so ready to confess, he can’t wait to make you his..
that is until his warrior side comes out and he reminds himself that you’re a ‘devil’
prettiest devil he’s ever seen but ok
very conflicted man
“they’re looking as fine as ever.. oh shit, they’re coming over”
“i’m so sorry but, i cant be in love with you, y/n.. you’re a devil and devils must be killed.”
- BERTHOLDT HOOVER
falling for you and is TERRIFIED
WHAT? HOW- WHATS HE GONNA DO??
he loves you so much. he really does.
but he has other priorities... ahem.
he’s so scared about what he’s gonna do :(
“aw man.. how could i fall in love with someone here? shit. i mean, it’s them! of course i did, they’re perfect. but i cant love them.”
- ANNIE LEONHART
falling for you and what the fuc-
boy ain’t no way boy.
unlike bertholdt and reiner, annie has her head on straight
she knows she can’t be with you.
but since it’s you, the most incredible person she’s ever met, it’s tempting...
“ha. i see they’re using my fighting technique. god, i cant be thinking of them so romantically. c’mon annie, get a grip.”
- LEVI ACKERMAN
falling for you and what the fuck (2)
aight, i cba for this.
he’s so, so, so terrified of you leaving him - like everyones he’s loved.
he feels like a walking curse, anyone he loves dies.
and he can’t have that happen to you.
“they’re off to get me another cup of tea, they’re too kind. i cant love them, they’ll end up dead.”
- ERWIN SMITH
falling for you and welp.
he’s conflicted...
he’s in a (sort of) good position to have a partner
he doesn’t have anything holding him back apart from being a commander (and the basement)
however, the secrets of titans is honestly his top priority as much as he likes you
“what a beautiful yet stern person. in a perfect world, maybe we’d be together. or maybe we can be, hm.”
- HANGE ZOË
falling for you and IS SO EXCITED
is so prepared to confess
thinks ur incredible!!
planning it out as soon as they realise how much they love you
is trying to think of a fun way to confess
“oh my god.. OH MY GOD, I LOVE THEM! I LOVE THEM, IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW, ALL THESE BUTTERFLY-LIKE FEELINGS WOOO”
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Taken
His eyes lit up when he heard my name for the first time, and his jaw went slack in a silent gasp. I knew the words he would say before they even left his lips, those same words that had been in every romance movie I had ever seen: "I think... I think you might be her."
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I've never been comfortable with the idea of soulmates.
"Don't worry!" My parents would tell me. "Once you meet him, it will all make sense!"
I didn't want it to make sense. Until I met the man whose name was marked on my body, I was not and could never be whole. The thought would keep me up sick with anxiety. I had an other half that I was separated from, rent asunder and if I couldn't find it, then I would never be happy.
"You'll meet him and your whole world will change!"
All my life, people blamed my unhappiness on being unable to find my one. Some even go so far as to pry for the name, thinking that if they just help, all will be well. That I'll forget how they treated me. A girl I used to call my friend once pulled down my pants to get a glimpse of my thigh, hoping to see the name for herself. My mark is so covered in scars that it's illegible. I can never make myself forget it.
Of all the people in my life, the only person who has ever been able to truly comfort me is my sister. She met her soulmate as a kid, at the time a rare and fortuitous occasion, but when they died in middle school, she was left truly and undeniably alone. She understood my frustration, knowing that while even a gaping wound would eventually heal, the knowledge that you're only half of what you should be will always stay fresh.
She understood the feeling of whispers behind your back, that you would never have a soulmate or that you hated the idea of having one. Her thigh has the same scattering of scars that leave their name unreadable. But more than that, she taught me how to move on. She helps me find value in myself as an independent woman in a society, and I remind her that we aren't broken.
Because of my sister, I don't care if I'm "complete". I don't care that I'm destined to meet someone who will fix the unfixable, who will make everything better. I am enough, for myself and for her.
She was my first kiss. And my second, and my third. I've stopped counting, but she's still keeping track. We carved our name in the other's thigh and swore it would be the last blood shed over a name. I'm too busy being enamored by the most beautiful woman alive. She fills me with joy and wonder, and every day I'm in awe of the fact that I have the opportunity to spend it with her.
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I always knew this day would come. It's hard, but I look him in the eyes and my breath catches. My chest feels hollow, as if the only thing left inside me is my free-falling heart. I don't even have to ask for his name because my body knows he's The One.
"I'm sorry," I say, and adjust my bag, already taking a step past him. "I already have a soulmate."
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Originally published on AO3 under WeaselWoosh
#figured I'd touch this up and post it here#original writing#siscon#shipcest#soulmate identifying marks
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May I request some itto hcs with a nerdy reader (from the academia maybe) who rants to him about work/research. Like imagine how much trouble he could cause cause they accidentally told him how to DIY fireworks. Or he could accurately teach the kids he bettle fights with how to chose the best fighter cause they told him how to. This give me jitters agsgwusjsvdkqks
(This might be self indulgent since I'm a heavily academic person. Feel free to ignore)
❝thats just how i love you.❞ + itto x gn!reader
+. Summary ; how i think it would be if itto dated someone academically smart!
+. A/N OMG YES! I think that would be so cute T-T but I’m not rlly smart tho, also may not be accurate :<< but I’ll try my very best to impress you dear nonny! Like always, they/them pronouns are used <3
Itto never really thought he’d be dating someone as smart and as kind as you from the Akademiya.
Well, because most people from the Akademiya that he met is… Let’s just say they think he’s a dummy.
He met you when you were in your research in Inazuma, about the snake like cave in Yashiori Island when you happen to bump into him and his gang.
He was in awe! He thought you really looked so beautiful and he accidentally asked you out on a dinner date despite just meeting you and the fact that you’re from the Akademiya made his friends worried.
You got shy because no one has ever asked you out on a date because of how kind of serious you always looked as people from your homeland would say. And so you agreed.
And after a year of knowing each other, the two of you have been happily dating for 4 moths now!
I think he’ll try really hard to study too so he can be smart with you, just so he can talk about stuff you do and understand most of it too.
He loves it when you ramble about alchemic or scientific stuff, though he doesn’t understand much he loves listening to your voice, so he’ll be listening intently but when you ask him about the thing you were talking about, he wont be able to answer because he’s much more focused on your voice and how your pretty face would light up talking about it than the subject itself.
You felt kinda sad because you thought he was listening and you thought he was lying about saying that “I’m sorry, love but your voice and your face are so pretty that I dozed off!”
It’s not that you didn’t trust him, it’s just that nobody really bothered to listen to you and here he is listening to you though he cannot understand most of it. You love him for that and it’s hard to believe for you that you found someone like that.
“What’s wrong, love? Did I… say something wrong? I’m sorry! You can repeat it again and I’ll listen I promise!”
He’d be worried, but when you kissed the tip of his nose and hugged him really tight flattered him. “Thank you, I love you.” You mumbled against the crook of his neck.
And the next day you found him in your bedroom when you came home from researching with the help of traveler, he’s asleep with a book and paper lying on his chest while he snored so loudly.
You then sat beside his sleeping body to look at the paper that says ; things lovely [name] loves to talk about and it has a reminder ; dear me, please understand what they’re saying and stop focusing on their voice and face, you make me look like an idiot
And under it is written some studies and scientific terms you once talked to him about, a chuckle leaving your lips while reading some of his misspellings. Not because you found it funny and stupid! But because you found it adorable.
Taking the book from his chest and placing it in your nightstand to lean onto his chest. Feeling his heartbeat, your heart fluttered with joy knowing someone is willing to understand you though he finds it hard.
His arms automatically wrapping around you as soon as you laid beside him. “Welcome home, love.” He mumbles silently, snuggling you more into him, he just loves feeling your warmth.
Oh! He would also be listening amongst the kids you teach in Ritou whenever you would tag along with him and his gang. They would also be listening to you!
“What is sugar again?” “Oh! It’s a Carbohydrate!” Itto answers happily, the kid beside him then gives him a glare and he just stuck his tongue out at the kid.
“Yes, good job, Itto.” You chuckled.
You then continued with your ‘lesson’ while Itto admired you with a smile
NEJDBDJDBKD I HOPE THIS ONES TO UR LIKING NONNY! Stay safe and hydrated, I LOVE YOU <3
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#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin itto#arataki itto#itto x gender neutral reader#itto x reader#itto headcanons#genshin headcanons#itto fluff
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(Have a tiny bit of the Caboose interview! I’ll add more to this later, because we all know how much Caboose can talk about Church, but this was a really important bit that has been rolling around in my head for a while~)
She thought she had prepared herself for this particular interview, but she should have known better; nobody is ever prepared for Caboose.
Not that it was always a bad thing, it was just impossible to fully predict what was going to happen.
“Hello!” he greeted her cheerfully.
“Hello, Caboose. I’m glad you wanted to be part of these new interviews… and I’m sorry again, about startling you that first time we met. I know you said you were fine, but I was honestly so WORRIED-”
“Aw, that’s OK, really. And you got better at talking to people. This time, when you said you had questions for me, I didn’t fall off a cliff or anything! Good job!” Caboose was clearly trying to be supportive, and it made her laugh at the irony; it was usually reporters who had to put people at ease so they were willing to open up… and yes, once upon a time, Andrews had been a bit rough around the edges when she tried to get a story. While it had been an accident, startling Caboose and causing him to stumble backwards the first time they met, she probably would have been rather forceful with her questions. Perhaps even unkind.
Well, she knows better now. Still tough when need be, but more gentle and understanding.
“Thank you. I hope I keep doing a good job helping all of you tell your stories,”
“I bet you will. So, which stories do you want me to tell? I know a lot of really neat ones…” Caboose tipped his head to one side thoughtfully.
“Well, if you can, I have some questions I was hoping you would answer- about the things that happened to you before you met everybody in Blood Gulch, and what happened after you got there. Questions bout your thoughts and feelings,” Andrews said, a tone of warmth in her voice. “All you have to do is answer honestly. It’s also fine of you don’t want to answer a question, we can skip a topic and move on to something else. Sound good?”
“Yeah, that does sound good!” Caboose happily replied. “I had my own show once where I asked my friends questions about themselves, and they would give me answers, except those were in my dreams, and that’s how I knew when they weren’t being honest, it’s really easy to tell when a dream is lying, even when they say the exact same things my friends would say when we’re all awake, because those times I can’t be sure if they really mean everything or not!”
“Oh…I see?” she didn’t really see, but that never stopped Caboose before.
“We also used to answer questions for other people a lot, but most of those didn’t really happen, and sometimes only a few parts of them were real, but it was different than when I just imagine things, because sometimes my friends also remembered the things that didn’t happen, but they don’t always remember why we were doing the things we never did, or who the questions came from, or how we knew the answers to them, but that’s alright, because we’d probably give different answers now, anyway!”
Caboose gave a single definitive nod.
“Is some of that… because of the time-traveling? The Paradoxes?” Andrews asked.
“Probably! If it wasn’t because of the pair-of-boxes before, it is now that it happened,” that actually made sense, in a round-about kind of way. If it was good enough for Caboose, it was good enough for Andrews.
“You know what, good point. Well then, let me start with a BIG question… and remember, you can skip it if you don’t want to talk about it,” Andrews reminded him, and Caboose nodded. “Alright. I think everybody who has ever met you knows how much you like Church-”
“A LOT,” Caboose said firmly.
“Indeed. My question is- why? What was it about Church that made you like him so much?”
“Hmm… well, he was just really cool. I could tell right away, Church was awesome!” Caboose told her. “I liked talking to him a lot more than some of the other people I met before I got to Blood Gulch. I don’t know what words to use to make it make sense, but Church was like… really interesting by accident. He didn’t always want you to think he was interesting, but he WAS. I wanted to hear what he thought about things, so I would tell him about all the things I thought of too. It was hard at first, because Church yelled a lot… you remember seeing him for a minute, in the time-window, right?”
“Yes, I remember. I also saw old footage of all of you at Blood Gulch,” Andrews replied. “It seemed like Church was very… frustrated,”
“Yeah, he always acted like he was mad at everybody else, and didn’t need them. But then I figured out he was mad at himself. And he thought nobody needed him,”
Caboose said that so simply, with a touch of sad fondness. For a moment, it surprised Andrews.
“Really? How- how did you figure that out, Caboose?”
“Um, well, that’s also hard to explain so it makes sense, because it just kinda made sense in my head one day, but not with words?” he gave a small shrug, not of indifference, just an acceptance of this fact.
“You mean like a feeling?” she offered.
“Yes. Just like I knew Church was cool, I knew he also felt sort of… bad. I didn’t know WHY, though. Tucker says he figured out Church was an AI before everybody else, and YEAH, maybe he DID, but Tucker didn’t know right away! Nobody knew, not even Church. But he still felt like something was wrong… Epsilon told me once- that Alpha was really good at fixing problems, but after he got hurt so many times, he felt like he couldn’t fix anything. Church didn’t remember that he was Alpha, but he still had those bad feelings… he was afraid of people needing him, and then hating him because he couldn’t fix things like he wanted. He still tried, though. One time, when he exploded, and we all thought we time-traveled away, Church kept trying to fix things so nothing bad would happen to us. He tried over and over again, but it never worked, so he finally decided to just come back and be exploded with us!”
“Now THAT sounds like one of the time-travel paradoxes,” Andrews wondered how many different versions of reality the Reds and Blues actually experienced.
“Oh, no, that was something different... but it was when Church learned the mean word from Gary, and THAT was part of the time-travel stuff we did later. And Before,” Caboose clarified.
“Alright... we might need to sort through that, eventually. For now, go ahead and keep telling me about Church,” Andrews said.
“Well, no matter how much he yelled and acted mean, Church kept trying to fix things, he just didn’t want anybody to know he cared so much. I knew he cared, though. I knew he was lonely, too. Even when he told people to go away, that’s not really what he wanted… Church HATED when he missed things. He would complain about missing stuff all the time. Church was... really, REALLY important. Not because he was the Alpha AI, but because of how much he cared, and how hard he tried to fix things, even when he said he hated everybody. That’s just what Church was like,”
Caboose let out a soft sigh, and looked down at his hands in his lap. He didn’t seem terribly upset, maybe even a little satisfied to finally explain his thoughts, his feelings. Well, that was the point, after all.
Andrews knew that Church was a tender subject, and this included both Alpha and Epsilon, who had both been their own Church. Both had also been very important to the Reds and Blues, ESPECIALLY Caboose. Andrews regretted being so blunt and callous about the loss of Epsilon after Chorus… and she hadn’t fully understood why Alpha had been so missed. The moment during the time-window conversation and all those recordings of the early days had given her a glimpse, but that was all.
“Caboose?” Andrews spoke after taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts. Caboose looked up at her with a pleasant little hum of interest. “I think you explained that so it made sense PERFECTLY,”
“Really?”
“Yes. Thank you for telling me more about Church. I feel like I know him a little better now,” she smiled to herself, and was fairly confident that Caboose was also smiling inside his blue helmet.
“You’re welcome! I am the BEST at remembering Church, after all!” he said proudly. “That’s how I helped Epsilon at first, I told him about Church, and then Epsilon told me about Alpha. Some of it was in the message Epsilon left just for me, but some of it was just when we were talking... he didn’t know what was wrong at first either, but Epsilon also felt bad. The people who made the AI hurt them, too. Then made them forget it. It’s hard to feel better when you don’t know why you’re hurt... but when Epsilon remembered, he tried to fix things, for Alpha, and the other AI, and all of us. He tried too hard, and now he’s gone... but I still remember him, and Alpha. So do my friends. And now, we can help each other feel better, and remember the good things!”
“I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure Church would be glad you remember good things about him, too...” Andrews said.
“Yep. OH, I thought of something good, like, a title for my part of the story! Most of the stories I know all have titles. Does that work, can you use something like that?” he asked.
“Sure. What is it?”
“Memory is The Key,” Caboose spoke these words with affection and admiration. Andrews had to agree, it was a very fitting title.
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hey! sorry if this is inconvenient but I've been reading about your experience while being febfem and I wanted to ask you for your perspective on something. it's okay if you don't want to answer! also english is not my first language and this is gonna be super long
tw for csa/rape. you can stop here if you want to
I've been having trouble figuring out if I'm a lesbian or bisexual. from 14-18 I labeled myself as bi but I knew I didn't have any sort of attraction to men. I never had crushes on any guy, fictional or irl. I never felt any sort of romantic or sexual attraction to them – actually, quite the opposite, since I was a kid I noticed they caused me dread, disgust or indifference. if any boy tried to approach me the only thing I felt was anxiety and/or anger. it was different with girls. I felt sexual attraction to them, I wanted to be with them, I felt good and excited thinking about them. all of my crushes have been on girls. so, even when I labeled myself as bi, I knew I only had interest in being with women.
by the time I was 19 I was like, okay, that must mean I'm a lesbian. And it felt so nice, figuring myself out. I still like women the same amount; my problem is my possible attraction to men.
this is very difficult for me to talk about but oh well. as a kid I've been sexually assaulted plenty of times, both by other kids (boys) and adult men. they'd touch my genitals or make me touch them and/or hold me in place without letting me go. one of these adult men was especially awful and for some time my brain just deleted everything to do with him when I was 9. but I remembered some time later and I talked to my parents about it (mostly bc I was pretty sure my sisters were also assaulted by him and I was so scared he would come back since he used to be a family friend). my parents, especially my mom, shamed me for it though and treated it as if it were my fault and I had wanted it.
other than that, my first contact with f/m couples during childhood was pretty bad – both inside my house, with other couples I've met and on tv. from my point of view, it was like women were always trapped in awful situations and needed to be submissive. I also tried to ask my mom about it when I was 10/11, but she shamed me again and told the rest of the family I was asking about indecent things.
I don't think about any of this much bc they're very unpleasant memories. but when I was 9/10 I remember that I'd have noncon fantasies with men. I just thought that's how it worked, that's how it'd be. but I'd feel disgusted afterwards. eventually, along with everything else, I stopped thinking about this bc it made me upset. so for quite some time I avoided anything to do with sex bc of the discomfort it caused me, especially since I didn't like boys (and had no romantic interest in them).
(before all of these things happened and before most of these assaults even took place, I already didn't like boys. I remember already feeling dread and indifference towards them when I was 5 - 7 years old, for example).
I only ever figured out gay people existed when I was around 13. and when I was 14 I noticed that *I* could like girls – not only that, I already liked one! she was my closest friend back them and I liked her so so much. for the first time romantic or sexual attraction became an exciting, fun, good thing to me. I had never thought it could feel good.
that's when I started labeling myself as bisexual. like I said, I already knew I didn't like boys, but what if I did like one in the future, right? but it never happened. and then I figured I must be a lesbian.
but last year I Iearned how to properly masturbate. like I said, I never thought back to the things that happened in my childhood bc it made me upset. but very quickly I noticed that masturbating upsets me, bc it reminds me of back then, and also bc the noncon fantasies I used to have when I was a kid came back. only with men, obviously, as I could never imagine being in such an awful situation with women. but I did fantasize about women too and it always felt nice/safe.
I searched about it and people were saying it's normal to imagine those things. but I decided that I didn't like it, it made me feel gross and anxious. my brain once again started to push it all to the back of my mind and for months I didn't think about it. I decided to try masturbating again recently but, even if I didn't imagine anything bad or to do with men, I started feeling like shit again afterwards. for the past few weeks it's been the only thing in my mind and for the first time I decided to willingly think about what happened during my childhood.
I'm almost 21 now and, thinking back, I think my fantasies are all just an response to everything that happened. the only way I've ever imagined myself with men was in situations of assault/rape. knowing what it means hopefully will make it easier for me to heal and create a healthier future relationship with sex and anything to do with it. but I've been thinking, does it really matter that the fantasies were noncon? I still fantasized about guys in a way so that must mean I have at least a slight attraction to them, right? or do I have do try being with a guy before knowing for sure? have I always felt attraction to them and my trauma just got in the way of it?
I've been having a hard time thinking about a possible attraction to men without linking it to assault/rape automatically too. if I do like men, does that mean I like to be assaulted? I can't imagine men in normal, healthy circumstances. even in the fantasies, there was so much disgust and contempt involved. I still feel gross.
I've been reading about the febfem term and, if I do figure out that I feel something for men, I'll definitely go with this label. all of these memories, including the ones from last year, make me upset and I know I don't want to go near guys. but I wouldn't use the lesbian label while feeling some or any sort of attraction to guys, that'd be wrong. it's been somewhat comforting to read you say that you can be bi and not want anything to do with men.
I can't talk about this with anyone in my life but it's been driving me crazy and I just wanted to ask for your perspective. do you think that means I like guys? should I try something with a guy before coming to any conclusions? do you think I could heal from the way I view sex? everytime I think about liking men my mind just goes back to assault/rape, but perhaps that's something I need to heal from?
I cry whenever I imagine liking men, but that could be the trauma I think. maybe I do like guys, but I just don't want to and I'm suppressing it. idk.
I'm sorry if this is too much, I'm just so confused and it's been so painful thinking about these things. I just want to feel okay again and I've been crying for days but I can't seek confort from my friends or family. at this point I just need someone else's thoughts on the situation. it's really okay if you don't want to answer though.
hi anon, i'm going to do my best to give you the kind of answer you're looking for that will be reassuring, but please don't treat me as an authority on your experiences here, on the contrary, i hope you can find a way to make peace with yourself and give yourself the real answer.
i can't tell you whether what you feel for men is attraction or not. from what you've described, i don't think you are attracted to men. these "fantasies" sound like intrusive, internalized self-harming mechanisms stemming from your trauma, that have attached themselves to your sexual development and harmed it. that isn't your fault. for me, early exposure to fetish content warped my sexuality, and i also struggled before coming to terms with my bisexuality - and i still have an unhealthy sexuality tied to that pervasive cultural masochism that's inflicted on girls from a young age. as a result, febfem is the term i feel best describes me, because i like men but i don't like the way i feel when i'm with men. to me it sounds more like you may not like men at all.
you have an even denser web to untangle... but, i want to give you permission not to. i know, it's probably a cyclical thought loop, and you're afraid of calling yourself the wrong thing, but you aren't hurting anyone by using the label that best describes you to the best of your knowledge right now. if, say, ten years from now, you were to suddenly experience genuine attraction to a man, that wouldn't mean you were a liar for ten years. we can only work with the information we have, and finding out you were wrong doesn't make you a bad person.
you also have no obligation to "fix" your reaction to men, except to work on rewiring your libido, because right now it's burdened by intrusive associations with your trauma. but you never have to sleep with men to prove your sexuality. if you were attracted to men, that would be true whether you have sex with them or not, but if you aren't - and to me it sounds like you are not - then you'd be engaging in self-harm.
it's also perfectly fine not to label yourself one way or the other if you feel too conflicted. you know you're attracted to women. you belong in spaces for same-sex attracted women. you are not hurting anyone by being in lesbian or bisexual spaces in order to understand yourself better. i think being around other women, online or in real life if you can, will be much more rewarding for you than being with men. you don't have to have all the answers right now. focus on what makes you feel safe and happy.
i wish i could offer more resources for your past trauma, to help you heal your sexuality so you can have a healthy sex life (masturbation included) free of thoughts that upset and disgust you. maybe some of my followers have similar experiences or recommendations for material that can help? i'm wishing you all the best, anon.
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Merula 🤝 Carewyn
tw: brief mention of attempted suicide, mention of murder
It was a Monday, and the day Chiara finally deemed Carewyn well enough to leave the Hospital Wing. Carewyn's weeks-long neglect of herself after Rowan's death had brought her dangerously close to ending her own life, and Chiara had been passionate in not letting Carewyn go back to her own devices until she was sure her friend's physical and emotional health had both improved. Fortunately one thing that gave Carewyn focus was the newly formed Circle of Khanna.
Carewyn was only one of five founding members of the Circle. Ben had actually been the one to come up with the name. Bill, always Carewyn's right-hand man when it came to dealing with the Vaults, had served as de facto leader while Carewyn was recovering. The people who'd really worked to do the most recruiting, however, were the other two ringleaders, Charlie and Merula. And it was Merula who met Carewyn outside the Hospital Wing so they could talk on their way down to Potions class.
"Hello, Merula," said Carewyn.
"You look like rubbish, Cromwell," Merula said dryly.
She started down the hall beside Carewyn, her magenta eyes ran over the other girl's face critically.
"...I don't think I ever realized just how much makeup you put on every morning," she said absently.
"So says the queen of mascara," Carewyn shot back very coolly.
"I never said I didn't put on makeup," Merula huffed.
She looked a bit more pensively at Carewyn as they walked.
"It's just...I've never once seen you break out, or get chapped lips, or have a bad hair day," she said absently. "I felt like I was rooming with a bloody china doll."
"You sure didn't treat me like a china doll," Carewyn said very coolly. "Or do you frequently shut china dolls into rooms with Devil's Snare?"
"I said I was sorry about that, okay?" Merula shot back in annoyance. "What I mean is it was annoying to be around Little Miss Perfect all the time, when you're constantly having to apply bubotuber pus to your hairline."
Her lips curled up into more of a smirk.
"But looking at you like this...your eye bags really are awful."
Carewyn cocked her eyebrows. "Almost as bad as my brother's?"
Something in Merula's eyes lit up with genuine amusement. "Yeah, actually!"
She laughed. It was a kind of laugh Carewyn wasn't used to hearing out of Merula -- mocking and full of schadenfreude, sure, but not wholly mean-spirited. Maybe even a bit happy, strange as it sounded. Carewyn figured it had to be because of the mention of Jacob, and the reminder of Merula's crush on her brother made her wince a bit.
She'd be lucky if Jacob even put things together fast enough to turn her down nicely, Carewyn thought dully. However academically and magically brilliant Jacob was, he'd always been notoriously dumb when it came to dealing with people, and if there was one person he was bound to never see in any kind of a romantic light, it was Merula Snyde.
The memory of Jacob, and of how much he'd pushed her away this last year, hurt Carewyn the longer it lingered -- so, shifting her gaze to the wall, she shifted gears, becoming much more serious.
"...How are your recruiting efforts coming along?"
Merula's face instantly grew more serious too.
"Good," she said in a slightly lower voice. "Charlie's already recruited Egwu, Winger, and Barnaby...and I talked to Diego, and he's all up to giving Rakepick what-for. Apparently after what happened to Khanna, he's been blasting dummies apart on the regular."
Carewyn raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Really?"
"Yeah...Ismelda overheard Sprout inviting Diego to her office for some tea and fairy cakes, after finding him on the Training Grounds with about ten ruined dummies."
"Wow..."
Carewyn's eyes fell down to the floor. She had a hard time visualizing someone as amiable and suave as Diego being so uncomposed.
"I know," said Merula. "Even when I went to go talk to him, he didn't smile at all...except a little one when I told him you were okay: he asked as soon as he saw me," she added with a rather dismissive shrug. "But well...everyone's upset, about what happened to Khanna. Ismelda too -- she asked to join up."
Carewyn was taken aback. "She did? But...why would she do that? Ismelda's never liked me."
"So? Neither have I, yet I'm still here," Merula said airily. She then grew much more serious again. "Cromwell...as much as we're not friends, we were both there, in the Forest. In the Portrait Vault too. We both saw Rakepick betray us -- we both saw her kill Khanna."
The reminder of what had happened to Rowan made Carewyn close up like a clam -- she closed her eyes and turned away, trying to shut out the flash of green and Rowan's vacant eyes from her memory. Merula pressed on regardless.
"You and I both have reason to want Rakepick to face justice...and as long as Rakepick walks free, she's a threat to all of us. Ismelda knows that just as well as we do."
Her magenta eyes drifted off toward the wall ahead of them absently as they migrated down the stairs.
"And well," she added a bit more uncomfortably under her breath as they reached the landing, "as much as Khanna was your friend...she didn't deserve this. She..." she swallowed, "...she didn't deserve to die."
Carewyn didn't answer. Her blue eyes stayed locked on the far wall. Merula waited for a moment for a response, and upon not getting one, moved on again.
"You aren't the only one who misses Khanna, Cromwell," she muttered. "I hope you're not so arrogant to assume that."
Carewyn looked up, her blue eyes very sharp. "I know that."
Rowan deserves all the love she's received. She's always deserved it.
Her expression then gained more of its composure back as she shifted her gaze ahead again to the stone wall.
"...I just...wouldn't have expected so many people would want to help me, after everything," she said lowly.
After all of the lies, all my pretending...after Rowan...
A wince pulsed through Carewyn's features as the memory of that green light from Rakepick's wand danced over her eyes again.
It was because of me that she was there...because of me that she...
Merula scoffed. "Hey, you somehow opened all the Cursed Vaults, made Prefect, and ended up Little Miss Popular without even wanting it. Things have always been easy for you..."
"'Easy?'" Carewyn said very coldly. "Are you sure you want to have my life, Merula?"
Merula faltered. Her eyes flickered down over the dark, skull-like bags under Carewyn's eyes, before she immediately shifted her gaze down to the floor.
"That's...that's not what I meant," she mumbled, her voice betraying some vulnerability despite herself.
She went very quiet.
"...I just mean that people tend to flock around you. You've always gotten people to like you -- to do things for you, without you asking them to. I mean, Orion Amari's still knocking on your door with invitations to rejoin the Quidditch team, after you only ever played in one game. Flitwick's always favored you, almost as much as Copper -- not to mention you managed to get a talented older student like Bill on your side, even while you were only a second year..."
Coming to a halt outside the Potions classroom, Merula brought a hand through her bangs to shift them out of her face.
"You've always had people willing to help you," she said a bit more stiffly. "I guess I just don't see why that's so weird to you now."
Carewyn considered Merula for a long moment. Then, glancing toward the door of the Potions classroom, she shook her head.
"...I guess it's because...I know I don't deserve it," she admitted lowly. "I'm only one person -- someone small, and weak, and powerless, in the face of something like R. And as much as I want to help, I know there's so much I can't do...that I can't control. I can't protect the people I love, and I can't even protect myself. And even if I have to fight because I have no other choice...well, those people do have a choice. They can turn around and walk away. So I suppose...it'll always be weird to me, when people want to help me."
Merula scoffed. "What, that you're a normal bloody human being like the rest of us? Play me a violin, Cromwell."
Despite saying this, though, the dark-haired Slytherin actually smirked.
"Come on -- let's get to class. When we're done, maybe you can help me coax Tulip and Tonks on-board."
"I'm not going to coax them to join," Carewyn said stubbornly. "The danger's too great for me to wax poetic about justice and friendship. If they want to join the Circle, then it will be their decision alone."
Merula sighed. "Knowing your luck, Cromwell, that approach will probably be just what's needed to get them eating out of your hand..."
Friendship Drabble Prompt!
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#my writing#friendship drabbles#merula snyde#carewyn cromwell#ismelda murk#charlie weasley#bill weasley#ben copper#diego caplan#orion amari#filius flitwick#chiara lobosca#patricia rakepick#redacted#rowan khanna#yes in case you haven't noticed I love these two's 'frenemies' relationship too!!#they never really become friends but they can talk civilly as adults#especially once merula gets the hell over jacob#yeah sorry merula but jacob was never not going to be baffled beyond belief when he realized you had a crush on him#you're not his type at all XDDD#also yes my canon is divorced from jam city's canon from the creation of the circle of khanna onward#so merula never joins r or any of that garbage#I'll take other drabble requests if you guys want!#you can consult the 'friendship drabbles' tag if you want to read more too :3
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Saturn! Congratulations on one full year in this blog. Sincerely the fandom is more than blessed to have someone like you cranking out amazing amazing AMAZING content and also being an amazing amazing reader and commenter. I am so very very happy for you my sweet and I look forward to more years with you! 💖
For your event, it’s always my boys that are my choice haha. Umm idk I guess we can be celebrating five years? Seems like a well rounded number of years to celebrate haha and umm fluff angst or smut doesn’t matter to me babe. Just whatever you’re feeling! 💖
Once again congratulations my sweet! Love you!
Marq, my love... 😭🥰
If you keep being nice to me I'm going to have to smooch you. You are one of the most beautiful people I've ever met and meeting you has brought so much to my little world here. Here's to more years. 💕
Also: I got a little carried away here, so I'm so sorry if it feels like a rambling trip to nowhere. I adore KiriBakuMarq and it's so much fun to write little things like this. (I really fucking hope I got all the little details and the nicknames right too...)
We're a Sunset Away
-> KiriBakuMarq; Hiking; 1.5k.
TW: Fluff, Everyone is a Simp, An Akward Metaphor about the Sky - Because Sunsets Will Forever Remind me of These Three.
The view into the valley is breathtaking. Kirishima steps back, closes one eye and brings his camera up to his face, but it's not aimed at the landscape. No. Instead, he's facing the woodland along the trail and holding his breath, hoping he doesn't disturb you and Bakugo.
You're stood together, close enough that Bakugo's hand can reach the small of your back where he has it pressed and you can lean into him slightly. It's a phone background picture for sure, maybe even something he can get framed for his desk at work, if only he could stop the glare from almost ruining his shot. He toys with the settings, kneels down and stands back up again and after a little struggle, he manages to capture the moment. Grinning to himself, he slips his arm back through the camera strap and makes his way to join you at the side of the trail where path meets grass.
'Just agree that I'm right and it feels good, already.' You cock an eyebrow and tilt your head, a smirk itching at your lip as you watch Bakugo chew at the inside of his cheek.
Licking his lips, Bakugo glares down at his feet like he's mad at them. His shoes are in his hand, not where they should be and yet, as he flexes his toes in the grass, feeling the blades tickle against his skin – he has to admit it. 'Alright, so it feels good, but there's no way in Hell I'm letting you hike barefoot. You could stand on glass or a sharp rock... There are fucking snakes up here, Puffs, I am not sucking -.'
'Who's not sucking what?' Kirishima bounds over, wrapping his arms around both of your shoulders and grinning. He looks between you, reading your smugness and Bakugo's reluctant acceptance and immediately looks down. 'Aw shit, we going barefoot?'
'We were just -.'
Whatever Bakugo was going to say is lost as Kirishima hits his knees and begins to quickly unlace his hiking boots. He plucks them off and tosses them aside before digging his toes right into the dirt. 'Fuck, that's better.'
'See.' Raising your eyebrows again, you look to Bakugo – who blushes immediately. 'Even Eiji knows barefoot is better.'
'Yeah, yeah.' Rolling his eyes, there's no hiding the blush that creeps slow and steady over his cheeks. It creeps down his neck and journeys across his pecs, staining him red. ''m still not letting either of you hike without shoes...'
You don't respond, just take his hand. Sliding your fingers between his, you squeeze and wait for him to squeeze back before pressing up on your tip-toes and pressing only the softest of kisses to his lips.
'Thank you for looking after us, Katsu.'
'Anything for you, Princess. You know that.' His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and back again, before he's lifting his free hand and tapping an index finger softly on your cheek.
Gifting him a smile, butterflies erupt in your stomach when you notice it infect him. He grins back, stupid and blinded, completely lost to your joy as you tilt your head and smile wider – just for him.
The sound of a camera shutter disturbs your moment, calling both of your attention back to Kirishima who is sprawled on the floor. He smiles, sheepish with being caught, but is quick to defend himself.
'You looked so cute, I couldn't not take a picture... Look.' Leaping back to his feet, he twists the camera around and quickly flicks through the best part of two dozen pictures of everything from you and Bakugo, to the trees, small rocks and the odd frog or bird he'd spotted while walking.
'When did you take that?' Bakugo swallows, leaning in close so he can see the display.
Kirishima frowns. 'Like right then.'
'No, not that one... Go back – that one.'
'Oh. Right before I come over here.'
For a moment, Bakugo just stares, and then, he's gripping Kirishima's neck and kissing him. Pulling away, he swipes a thumb over the other man's bottom lip before deciding: 'We're gonna set up camp here tonight.'
'Sounds good to me!' You chirp, spinning around to wonder back to where you'd put your bags just a little away from the trail. Bakugo and Kirishima are on you heels at once and within seconds, all three of you are busy with your assigned setting up duties.
Bakugo is quick to pluck the metal burner he'd packed, a collection of shining pans following from his backpack before he's standing and rummaging through Kirishima's for the cool box. 'Dinner'll be thirty.' Glancing up, he doesn't even try to bite back the smile that takes his lip as he watches Kirishima try and fail to unfold the tent. You're stood off to the side, a giggle primed and ready to leap from your tongue as you hold a collection of pillows to your chest.
'Okay, Katsu!' You call out, flashing Bakugo a wink before dropping the pillows in favour of helping Kirishima with the tent. 'Here.' Hip checking him softly, you shuffle your way under his arms and pluck the pole he has wedged under his arm from his grip. 'Grab that bit for me -.'
Every so often, Bakugo takes his attention from the simmering meal in the pan to check your progress. He loves watching the two of you work, collaborative and chaotic as you dip and duck around each other, playfully spanking each other with the poles before digging them deep into the ground. At one point, he even catches Kirishima presenting you with a rock, something small and shiny he’d bet. You grin wide and pocket it, somehow still excited despite the fact he knows your pockets are already full of similar offerings. The sound of your laughter plays like music to his ears – the only acceptable shattering of the valley's peace. Sighing, he begins to plate up as the final touches are added to the tent and he watches as you wonder back and forth, no doubt making sure the sleeping arrangements are perfect for later on.
'Dinner!'
'Coming.'
Yours and Kirishima's voices echo back together, followed by a short, sharp, snorting giggle that makes Bakugo's heart flip over twice in his chest. You appear a moment later with Kirishima's arms wrapping your waist and making you stagger. He's whispering in your ear, his lips peppering kisses down your neck in-between whatever nonsense is leaving his mouth, but whatever it is, is making your smile so wide it's almost blinding.
'It's not as good as I'd like it to be -.' Bakugo starts, handing out the small dishes.
The first mouthful Kirishima takes makes him moan, his eyes rolling slightly upwards as he shovels a second onto his tongue. 'This is so good...'
'Eat with your mouth shut.' A growl slips from Bakugo's throat, but there's no heat in it. A redness creeps across his cheeks and paints the tips of his ears, but even his prideful flush doesn't stop a small: 'Thanks' from slipping his lips.
Raising your eyebrows, you take your dish and lean over to lay a kiss on Bakugo's cheek. From his other side, Kirishima does the same squashing his face between two sets of lips.
'Happy anniversary, Katsu.' You whisper against his skin.
Kirishima follows suit. 'Happy anniversary, baby.'
Blushing again, harder this time, Bakugo returns to his meal and looks out into the valley beyond.
The sun has just started to set, the light scattering across the horizon and painting the sky with warm yellows, oranges and reds. The colours weave and dip together, blending in perfect harmony to create only the most beautiful visage as a background to your evening. It reminds him of you, really, the three of you and your relationship - a perfectly wild mixture. He’s lucky to be orange, he thinks, to be bookmarked between two of the most incredible beings he’s ever met; able to start and finish each and every day with both of you at his side. Smiling to himself, he's about to point it out, about to wax awkwardly poetic when he spots something move out the corner of his eye. 'Puffs.'
'Mmm?'
'Don't move.'
Instantly your whole body freezes, eyes wide as you turn to look at Bakugo. He hasn't reached out, hasn't tried to shield your body with his own so you're sure you're in no immediate danger. Still, you pause. 'What?'
'Over there...' Stretching out an arm, he points into the distance.
You follow along his line of sight, curious, but your mouth drops open as soon as you see what he's pointing at.
'Holy shit, is that a weasel?' Kirishima's voice is loud, despite it being hushed. He leans in, pressing close to Bakugo until all three of you are huddled together and staring into the woods.
The weasel is small, brown and has a large white stripe running from it's chin to his tail. It sniffs at the floor, head snapping left and right before it scurries off and vanishes into the darkness between the trees.
'A weasel.' You squeak and turn to Bakugo, gripping his arm so tight his skin pales. 'A real life, actual – we just saw a weasel.'
'Yeah...' Bakugo smiles. 'Cute little fucker.'
Kirishima whines, letting his head slip onto Bakugo's shoulder. 'I should have taken a picture...'
A bark of a laugh leaves Bakugo's throat as he wraps both of you up in his arms. His heart swells, the feeling of holding his world to his chest making him feel like the luckiest man to have ever lived as he presses a kiss to your forehead and receives one in kind from Kirishima.
You snuggle in, eyes still searching the darkness for another glimpse of the creature, a mumbled 'Best fucking anniversary ever.' slipping from your lips.
'Yeah...' Kirishima grins. 'Best anniversary ever.'
Bakugo can’t help, but agree: ‘Best anniversary ever.’
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Summary: “A Housewarden meeting?” Renmu repeats.
“Yes, a Housewarden meeting. Normally Housewardens are elected by previous Housewardens and or by challenging one for the position.” The Headmage explained, “Since Ramshackle is still considered a dorm, and You and Grim have taken residence in it, this makes you Housewarden of Ramshackle. Therefore, you now attend Housewarden meetings.”
Scout's Notes: This fic is 11,333 words. Yes, that is a lot of words lol. So I will be posting my work in parts. This is part two.
Part one is found here.
This fic is also found on A03 here. Thescoutscodex
Renmu quickly rushed to the Hall of Mirrors. He didn’t want to be late for the party. He would rather be early than late. It was his party after all. Renmu looked for the Mirror that resembled the sea. It was the third Mirror in the room. Renmu took a breath before hopping through it. He was still afraid of going through the Mirrors. It made him uncomfortable.
Once the magic effects wore off, Renmu was met with the one most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The dorm was halfway submerged underwater. The building was made from rock and coral. Shells, clams, and coral decorated the outside parts of the dorm. A giant stone tentacle was wrapped around one of the towers of the building. The dorm's insignia was hung at the tip of the tentacle.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it.”
Renmu turned around surprised. It was Cater. He was snapping a few pictures of the dorm and the surrounding ocean.
“It is.” Renmu mumbled.
Cater smiled at Renmu. “Let’s go inside. Riddle will have everyone's heads if we aren’t there in a timely fashion.”
Cater led the way for Renmu. They walked up the stone stepped pathway up to the entrance of the dorm.
“You smell yummy, what do you have on, hon?” Cater asked, sniffing Renmu.
Renmu flushed red. “It’s cologne. It’s “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company or something like that.”
“Eh!?” Cater yelled. “That stuff is mega expensive and hard to get! They say that each person smells it differently on the holder's skin.”
“Oh, so what did you smell?” Renmu asked.
Cater hums in thought. He grabs Renmu and sniffs his throat. Renmu tenses instantly and crumples on himself. “Roses, sage and Sandalwood.” Cater says with a smirk. “Where did you even get a bottle of that?”
“It was a gift from Sam.”
“Aww that’s sweet of him. You’re totes lucky.” Cater held the door open for Renmu. The interior hallway was breathtaking. Renmu pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos along with Cater. He had to paint this one day. The Hallway was underwater. The undersea life was visible through the glass dome around them. The waved patterned floor molding fit the atmosphere along with the shell patterned trim that adorned the edges of the floor. The floors were a smooth and shiny purple marble, with light blue swirls going through it. Even though it was dark, the blues and purples of the sea were captivating.
“This place reminds me of an Aquarium.” Renmu said in awe.
“It sure does.” Cater replied. Cater walked closer to Renmu and sniffed him again. Renmu chuckled and nudged Cater. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t smell so yummy.” Cater said, pouting.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. The lounge was outside apparently. They had to walk through the main dorm to get to the ramp that led to the Mostro Lounge. The ramp was a winding path that descended into a building. The exterior looked like an eel maybe? The entrance was in its mouth. Renmu looked side to side as he walked down. Cater realized his anxiousness and put his arm around his waist.
“Don’t worry, hon. I won’t let you fall.”
Renmu blushed at the pet name. He would never get used to Cater’s boldness. It was normal for Cater to give people cute pet names, but that didn’t mean they caught Renmu off guard. They arrived at the mouth of the lounge. Cater, like the gentleman he was, walked ahead and opened the door for Renmu. Renmu gave him a curt curtsy before going inside, making them both laugh. Once they got inside, Renmu gasped in awe. The lounge was beautiful. The most beautiful part was the giant window that showed off the undersea life. It was enormous. There were light blue jellyfish lights hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the water on the other side and the dark room within. There was a ramp, lit up by blue floor lights, that led to a secluded section of the Lounge next to a bar. Jellyfish lights and pink magestone torches illuminated the section. There were two tall blue haired guys sitting in one other mahogany leather booth. Riddle was stuck between them pouting. You could barely see him since he was so small compared to him.
“Uh oh, looks like they got our poor Riddle again.” Cater said “Hey Riddle!” Cater yelled, waving.
Riddle’s head shot up. He quickly scooted from in between them and rushed to Cater.
“You looked like you were stuck in a slimy situation.” Cater said, smiling.
“I was. Floyd doesn’t know when to quit.” Riddle said, annoyed.
Riddle was in his dorm uniform. He really looked like a queen in that outfit. He had an opposing red and black cape that hung off his left shoulder, a small gold crown on his redhead. Many pins and buttons on his left breast. Lapples formed a black and red heart at the center, and a sash around his waist with a huge pin with an “H” in the center. The red, white and black jacket he wore flared out at his hips, forming a skirt and train that ended behind his knees. Tall red, black ,and gold knee high high heels that made him just as tall as Renmu now. Even in the dark lighting, you couldn't miss the red eyeliner around his gray eyes. Truly a sight to behold.
“Renmu, I’m glad you made it here in a timely fashion.” Riddle said, putting his gloved hand on his hip.
“Queen of Hearts Law 06: One must not be late to an important gathering.’’ Renmu recited.
Riddle smiled brightly. “If only my students were as diligent as you.”
Renmu smiled meekly from behind his hood.
“Boo, Riddle likes Renmu more.” Cater said, pouting.
Riddle shook his head. “I would like it if you worked more diligently, Cater.”
Cater whined. Riddle began to sniff around Cater curiously. “Did you eat Strawberries?” He asked.
Cater shook his head. “It might be Renmu. He’s wearing enchanted Cologne.” Cater said with a smirk.
Riddle sniffed Renmu. Renmu froze up at how close Riddle was now. “Smells like Roses.” Then he sniffed him again. “Strawberry tarts,” Then again ”Vanilla cake.”
Cater laughed at Riddle's eagerness to sniff Renmu.
“Why on earth are you wearing Enchanted cologne?” Riddle asked flustered.
“I didn't know it was enchanted.” Renmu explained. “It was a gift and the bottle looked pretty…”
“It's “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company.” Cater commented.
Riddle gasped. “That stuff is super expensive, let alone a Cologne you would wear on a date. It’s supposed to make the people around you smell their favorite scent on you.”
Renmu groaned. Sam did this on purpose didn’t he. He can image Sam laughing to himself at the prospect of Renmu being chased by Houswardnes and everyone around him.
“Goldfish, why did you leave?” A voice drew out.
For the second time tonight, Renmu was met with the two most tallest guys he has ever seen. They were giants. There were also twins, which Renmu thought was cool. They wore black suits with an ashen gray scarf around their necks, Purple button downs through one of the twins' clothing was unbuttoned and his white tie wasn't done unlike the others that was. Both had white gloves on and black and white oxfords. Black fedora with a gray band on top of their light blue hair. The taller twin's pants were cropped, exposing his purple socks. To be honest, their dorm uniform looked more “Normal” than Heartslabyul’s.
“Floyd Leach, for the last time, I’m not a goldfish!” Riddle yelled.
“Eh, but when you get mad, your face turns red like a goldfish and you’re tiny too.” Floyd said lazily.
Riddle looked even madder. His face contorted into rage. Floyd laughed then looked at Renmu. His gold and brown eyes stared at him curiously as he bent down and sniffed him. “Who’s this shrimp that smells like sea salt?” He asked, poking Renmu’s chest.
“That’s the new Housewarden, Renmu Yuu.” Cater said, cheekily.
Floyd hummed. “Shrimpy smells like the sea. Oi, Jade, smell him.” His twin brother Jade, walked over to Renmu and sniffed him. Renmu was trying so hard not to freak out. “Indeed Floyd he does.” He said with a sharp tooth smile. “Were these two not human!?” Renmu thought.
“Well, I am a stickler for formal introductions. I’m Jade Leach, the Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle.”
“I’m his twin brother, Floyd Leach. Hey, can I squeeze you until you pop?” Floyd asks innocently.
“U-Until I pop?” Renmu asked, worriedly.
“Floyd, you may not squeeze a potential client-I mean, potential friend of ours.”
Another student made himself known behind Renmu. He was wearing a similar outfit to the twins. His black fedora had a purple conch shell at the band. He too wore a black suit with the scarf around his neck but he had an ashen gray coat that draped over his shoulders. He also wore a white button down instead of the purple one. Instead of black and white oxfords, he wore solid black ones. He held a silver octopus cane in his left gloved hand. A white gem was in the center, wrapped around one of its tentacles.
“You must be Renmu, the new prefect, yes?” He asked, pushing up his glasses. The tone of his voice had a cunning air to it.
“Yes, I am.” Renmu mumbled.
“Azul Ashengrotto, the Housewarden of Octavinelle, owner of Mostro Lounge.” He said with confidence as he held out his hand, which Renmu shook.
“Azul, sniff him.” Floyd demanded.
“He rather smells like home.” Jade chimed in.
Renmu tensed up. “That-That won’t be ness-”
Renmu was cut off by Azul sniffing him. “He does. I assume you are wearing an Enchanted Cologne?” He asked. Renmu nodded.
“Now, let us sit and chat as we wait for the others.” Azul said, walking up to the booth.
Floyd took it upon himself to smuggle Renmu onto their side of the booth, putting him in between him and his twin. Azul sat on the opposite side of Floyd in the middle. Riddle and Cater were across from them. Soon after, Trey emerged from the kitchen and joined them. “Sorry, I had to make sure the glaze was correct.”
“You're fine.” Riddle replied.
Azul clapped his hands loudly, getting everyone's attention. A waiter scurried out with a tray of fancy looking drinks in fancy glasses. Riddle was passed a small tumbler with a pink and purple liquid inside. There were fresh strawberries on top with a sprig of mint. Cater was passed a Hurricane glass with a fizzy orange drink inside. It was sparkling as well. Trey was passed a margarita glass with a violet colored drink inside. Candied violets decorated the top. The twins had the same blue drink in a sling glass. Sea salt crusted the edges of the glasses. Azul was given a tumbler filled with a purple drink. It sparkled and sizzled. Lastly Renmu was given a beaker glass filled with a dark red drink. It smelled like pomegranates, plums, and strawberries. A black berry decorated the top.
“Ooh, let me take a pic of everyone's drinks!” Cater Announced.
“Must you always take a picture of everything, Cater?” Riddle asked.
“Oh come on, it’ll be really quick.” Cater begged.
Riddle sighed. “If you must.”
“I don’t mind.” Trey said.
Cater looked over at the others.
“Be my guest. Be sure to tag the Lounge though you post it. I’ll send you the names of the drinks later.” Azul offered.
“Sweet!”
Cater snapped a few picks then stuffed his phone in his pocket. Cater and Trey were the first to take a sip of their drinks. “So zesty and spicy.” Cater said in awe.
“It tastes earthy and sweet.” Trey said with a smile.
Riddle then sipped his and smiled. “So sweet.”
Azul looked at Renmu. He guessed that he wanted him to taste his. Renmu took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and sour. The plums gave it a deeper taste. It was cold but as it went down this throat, it became warm. Renmu guessed this is what a magic drink tastes like. “Tates sweet and sour. So many hidden flavors.” Renmu mumbled.
Azul smiled. “Glad you like it. Well, it’s only 7:30. I highly doubt the others will arrive in a timely fashion, especially those of Pomefiore, Savanaclaw, and Ignihyde.”
“Yes, you know how Pomefiore is with their appearances. Jade amused.
“We get the shrimpy to ourselves.” Floyd drawled.
“Indeed we do. It’s no secret that you are not from here. Care to share where you come from?” Azul asked.
“Oh, I come from a country called Japan.” Renmu replied.
“Huh, where is that? Sounds strange.” Floyd hummed.
“Well, it doesn't exist in this world.” Renmu explained. “It’s-”
The large doors burst open. A tall sun kissed beast man strolls in followed by a smaller beastman. The tall one was part lion. Renmu noticed from the way his tail looked. The smaller one was part Hyena. The lion's uniform consisted of a black leather sleeveless jacket, a sleeveless brown dashiki, allowing those toned arms to be on full display. A small forearm tattoo was exposed. Colored beads and a gold necklace hung around his thick neck, also the same was around his wrists. A large fluffy wool and cloth sash hung low around his hip. Their dorm Insignia could be seen clearly. Deep brown slacks paired with brown and gold oxfords.
The other beastman had a similar outfit. He had a black leather sleeveless jacket and the same brown dashiki but he had short sleeves. He wore one biker glove on his right hand. Instead of beads and gold around his neck, he had an orange scarf with the insignia on the front. He wore dusty acid washed jeans tucked into short brown boots.
“Sorry I'm late, I didn’t wanna come.” He said sarcastically.
Renmu snorted and covered his mouth. Riddle and Trey eyed him suspiciously. That would have been something he would say, if he was ever invited to an outing that is.
“Leona Kingscholar, you are 6 minutes late.” Riddle announced.
“Who cares. It’s only 6 minutes. Don’t get your Queen of Heart’s panties in a bunch.” He growled.
Riddle's face went red in a matter of seconds. “How unclouth!”
Leona waved him off as he walked up to the booth.
“Move down everyone!” Cater shouted excitedly.
Everyone grabbed their drinks and scooted down the booth. Renmu scrambled up and scooted with them. Leona sat down then the other one. They now sat across from Renmu. Two drinks were brought out to them. Leona had a chalice filled with a sandy colored drink, candied meat decorated the rim. The other had a cosmopolitan glass with a sweet pink drink inside. Sprinkles decorated the rim.
“So why are we here again?” Leona asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Renmu is the new Prefect of Ramshackle. We are here to get to know him and make him feel welcomed.” Azul explained coyly. “Renmu, this Leona Kingscholar, the Housewarden of Savanaclaw, the second prince of Sunset Savannah. The other is Ruggie Bucchi, his lap dog.”
Renmu was starting to wonder how many other princes there were here.
“Oi, I didn’t need some royal decree.” Leona snapped.
“And I ain’t his lap dog!” Ruggie yelled back.
Leona sniffed around and looked over to Renmu. Renmu internally sighed. He leaned over the table and sniffed Renmu a few times. Leona looked at Renmu judgingly. “You smell like grass.”
Renmu wasn’t sure if that was a compliment.
“Eh, He smells like donuts to me.” Ruggie said, confused.
“Of course he would smell like donuts to you, Ruggie.”
“I’m surprised that you didn’t say meat or grilled cheese.” Ruggie shot back.
Leona growled at Ruggie and he snickered.
“Must you always be so rude?” Riddle asked, annoyed. “Stop leaning over the table!”
“Oh, be quiet. You're starting to sound like the pompous Prima dona of Pomefiore.” Leona snarled as he sat back down.
“I’m a pompous what now!?”
Everyone looked over at the stairs. A tall beautiful man was standing at the of the stairs, head held high. Probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen. His hair was tied up in a tight bun, a gold crown sat upon his blonde locks. His outfit resembled a kimono. The royal purple with gold floral embroiderment along the split sleeves and collar. The black Obi accentuated his waist. He had something that resembled a red obijime that hung freely around the obi. Large tassels hung at the ends of it. Unlike kimonos, it split open, revealing a red inside the had poison apples embroidered on it. They were revealed when the light hit them just right. He wore black slacks underneath with black and gold laced high heeled boots. He truly was a sight to behold. Renmu wondered if he was a prince too.
“I, Vil Schoenheit, prefer to be called the Queen of Pomefiore.”
Leona rolled his eyes. Renmu barely noticed a man behind him, holding the train of his outfit from dragging on the ground. His outfit was pretty much the same. His was a lot shorter and closed off. Instead of heeled laced boots, he had a regular heel. Instead of a gold crown on his blonde bob cut, he had a royal purple cavalier hat with a big black feather. He, too, was beautiful. The universe was really trying to make him suffer. He just wanted all those that wore heels to step on him gracefully.
“Roi du Poison, you truly are a Queen.” He said excitedly. The Queen smiled confidently at his words/
“Oh no, there is no way he’s sitting next to me. We need to swap spots now.” Leona all but growled.
Floyd sighed annoyed. “I don’t wanna.”
“Clean cup, move down!” Cater laughed out. Trey laughed and stood up. Everyone else then stood and shuffled out of the booth.
“Must you really be this childish?” Riddle asked.
Leona scoffed. “Do you wanna sit next to Floyd?”
Riddle huffed and pouted. Leona and Ruggie got in first this time. Followed by Trey, Riddle and Cater. The other side was now Renmu, the blonde huntsman, his Queen, Azul, Jade and Floyd. Now that everyone was seated, a martini glass filled with purple and red sparkling drink was given to the Queen, then a wine glass filled with the same drink was given to the huntsman. Both were topped with an apple slice and edible flowers.
“So you must be the new prefect, non?”
Renmu looked up at the tall blonde next to him and nodded.
“Such beauty you hold, Roi du mystery!” He said exaggeratedly. “You smell like amber and musk.”
Renmu flushed brightly. There was nothing beautiful about an eyebrowless freak.
“I am the Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore, Rook Hunt.”
“He’s wearing “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company.” Azul said with a smirk.
“Marvelous!” Rook cried out.
“What!?” Vil yelled, rising to his feet. “Rook, move over.” The man practically jumped into Rook's lap in an attempt to sit next to Renmu. Rook lifted him with ease by his waist and sat him down next to Renmu. The Queen grabbed Renmu’s face and sniffed him aggressively. “How did you acquire such a bottle? You smell like the freshest apples in all the land, the fairest of all the Lilies of the Valley.” He said, his purple lips pursed into a scowl.
“I-It was a gift. I didn’t know it was such a big deal.” Renmu stammered.
“Vil, you're making him uncomfortable.” Trey cut in.
Vil backed off reluctantly. “You must show me the bottle sometime.”
“Who’s still missing from our party?” Jade asked.
“Scarabia and Ignihyde.” Cater informed him.
“We are here, sorry we are late.”
Renmu almost fell out at how hot this guy sounded. The Universe was really trying to sabotage him. Their sun kissed skin was so rich and deep. The black red and gold reminded Renmu of an imperial dragon. The red flames adorned their black baggy pants, along with the gold jewelry that glittered and shook on their wrists, arms, hair and necks. One of them had white hair with a red headdress tied around his head. Hold shimmered from the red cloth. White tattoos spread across his arms and shoulders. He wore a long sleeveless jacket that flowed behind him. The other had long dark hair and a sleeveless hooded jacket that showed off his toned arms. His hair had some braided strands that had gold laced into it. Renmu’s heart was crying for mercy.
“Kalim forgot when the party started.” The long haired one replied.
“It’s 7:42, not too shabby if you ask me.” Trey commented.
“Move down!” Cater announced. Everyone shuffled down the both again. Kalim was now next to Cater and then the hottie with long hair.
“Is Kalim allowed to have a beverage, Jamil?” Azul asked.
“Yes. I trust you won’t pull any tricks?” Jamil asked skeptically.
Azul clapped his hands again. Two drinks were swiftly brought out for Kalim and Jamil. Kalim got a pearl colored drink in a Pousse Cafe glass, Jamil had a darker drink in a Grappa glass. Their drinks smelled like cinnamon and spices.
“Hmm, I smell Jamil's cooking.” Kalim said sniffing. “No wait, coconut milk!”
“Funny, I smell cinnamon and bergamot.” Jamil said, sipping Kalims drink before passing it back.
“That would be Roi du Mystery over here.” Rook said smiling.
“At first I didn’t know why all of you were sniffing him, but now I smell Candied Violets and buttercream.” Trey added.
“He’s wearing enchanted perfume.” Vil siad, swirling his drink.
Jamil and Kalim looked over at Renmu. “Ah, you are the new prefect, correct? I’m Jamil Viper, Vice Housewarden of Scarabia.”
“I’m Kalim Al-Asim, Housewarden of Scarabia”
“Did someone invite Diasonia?” Riddle asked reluctantly.
The room went silent. Riddle sighed. “I take that as a no.”
“That horned freak doesn't use his phone. It’s his fault.” Leona growled.
“I invited him.” Renmu replied.
They all looked at Renmu in shock. “How and when!?” Cater asked.
“Earlier. I went to his dorm and told him.”
“You were able to just walk up and talk to him? He kinda has this intimidating air to him…” Kalim trailed off.
Renmu cocked his head in confusion. “He wasn’t scary to me…”
“He ain’t scary. He's an annoying horned bastard.” Leona spat.
“Dear me, why do you wound me so, Kingscholar.”
Leona growled and sat down. “Speak of the devil.”
Malleus and Lilia were now present. They were both handed a Goblet by the waiter filled Malleus’ with a miasma green drink. There was even green fog coming off of it. Lilia’s was red.
“Are we moving down or shuffling?” Cater asked, amused.
“Oh let me sit next to little Renmu.” Lilia said happily.
“I guess we are shuffling.” Trey said standing.
“New spot. Move down!” Cater sang.
After their brief shuffling intermission, Leona and Ruggie still went in first. Then Riddle, Trey and Cater, followed by Azul, Jade and Floyd. On the other side Jamil and Kalim scooted in first then Renmu, Lilia, Malleus, Vil, and Rook.
“All we are missing is Idia Shroud.” Azul said.
“Late as always.” Riddle mumbled.
“I'm here.” A deep voice mumbled.
The last Housewarden had finally arrived. He was tall like a lot of the people here. Long flaming blue hair trailed behind him. He wore a black cyberpunk looking bomber jacket. Some parts were cyan. Baggy black reflective pants with a blue belt on his thigh. His boots were bulky black and blue. They looked like space boots. He grabbed a zombie glass filled with a fiery blue drink. He reluctantly sat next to Rook. His blue lips were frowned into a sad scowl.
“Finally, we are all here!” Floyd whined. “I’m getting bored.”
“Yes, now that everyone is here, let’s start the gathering.” Azul announced, clapping.
Thank you for reading part 2.
Part 3 can be found here.
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Pairing: Colt Cabana/Dia Banks
Quote: I don’t think so. It isn’t meant to be.
Verse: Once Upon a Time
Mentions of blood, violence, and raw meat
It was always meant to be the two of them.
Colt Cabana had always felt like he belonged with Dia Banks. Not that the world would have ever been able to see it. To the world, he was a soft nerd who ran the local flower shop. He loved his jokes, telling a standard routine every Friday night at the local performance venue, Scat Cat’s Club. He loved magic, entertaining the children of clients who came into his shop. Colt was soft. Sweet.
But Dia?
Dia was the epitome of what cool should have been. She played guitar for the band that often played Scat Cat’s Club. She rode a motorcycle, dressed in a mix of leather and lace that always managed to show off tattooed arms. Whereas Colt was always hesitant, no matter how brightly he went along with life, Dia was confident. She never let life stop her from getting exactly what she wanted. Nothing stopped her from living the life that she thought she deserved.
One of the comforts Cold had in life was that neither had changed much in their lives of Storybrooke from the story that they had lived to a close. Sure, Dia had lived her life more…stationary…for a bit, but their lives were more-or-less the same. But, on another level, that was dangerous. Most people who remembered their lives before were imprisoned in the local asylum. It was the only reason Colt feared for Dia lately, feared that his wife would be taken away because of her knowledge of the truth behind the town.
Dinner was coming along nicely, a salad using homegrown vegetables and a nice chicken to accompany that. Colt had been cutting cucumbers when the knife had slipped. It wasn’t a bad cut. It wasn’t a lot of blood. But he knew that the bleeding needed to be stopped before…
“Is it fresh, Krelbourne?” came the sultry voice from the doorway. Colt closed his eyes to take a deep breath, pressing the white washcloth that steadily reddened harder into his skin. He wished she wouldn’t call him that, not even in the sanctity of their own home.
“I don't think so. It isn't meant to be. Besides, we can’t do that anymore, Twoie, not here,” Colt protested with an adamant shake of his head.
“Aw c’mon Krelbourne, ain’t no one here,” his wife moved forward in their small kitchen. Colt’s soft brown eyes met hers, aware of how green her eyes had gotten. It reminded him of the petals on her former form, “Besides, I’m hungry.”
The bleeding had mostly stopped, and Colt let out a relieved sigh, “You’re not an alien plant anymore, D. You’re a person. This little habit of yours has gone from strange to…to straight up weird…”
“Habit?” Dia sounded disgusted, turning away from him to rummage through the fridge, “I would hardly call this, the only time I’ve ever been this tempted, a habit.” There was another beat, a deep breath from his love, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Colt shook his head, feeling sorry for her. He could never deny her when she wilted like this, it had been a fatal flaw. “It’s who you are and I can’t blame you for that, but this isn’t our world anymore. We have to be careful with what we do, with Poe’s spies lurking all around.”
Dia seemed to hunt through the fridge, looking for something. “Poe’s spies? Right, right. Because I see so many other people in our kitchen who would go running to tell that man that we remember who we are…”
Colt knew how silly he sounded. There was no one in the house who would tell Doctor Michael Poe of their knowledge, but Colt had always been a nervous thing. “You know that he has spies everywhere. Maybe not here, not in our house, but he has them. We have to be careful.”
“I am TIRED of being careful, Krelbourne,” Dia stood, a roll of raw hamburger in her hand. She hopped up onto the kitchen counter. Gentle hands grabbed pinches of meat, popping it into her mouth as if it were simply raw cookie dough. “I’m tired of hiding.”
“Well I have to be careful, Di,” Colt protested, placing a bandaid from their kitchen’s first aid kit onto the small cut. He flexed and unflexed his hand a few times, before smiling at her, “I have to keep you out of Poe’s grip. I can’t let him hurt you. I won’t.”
Dia stuffed some of the dripping, raw meat into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully before smiling at Colt, red stained lips giving way to sharp teeth with pieces of the meat caught in it. It reminded Colt of the way she had once eaten the limbs he had provided. Colt had sworn that life would change for both of them. He needed life to change for both of them. “I won’t be in trouble with Poe around here. You are the only one who knows we know what we know, florist. Ya know?”
Colt gave a small, reserved sight. She was right. Dia was always right. Even in the world before she had known the right thing to say and exactly when to say it. “If you say so, Twoie. If you say so.”
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on the afternoon of day 24, the islanders all gather to play license to swill. in this challenge, the islanders will be shown quotes and get to guess who said them or who they were about – the unanimously voted person will be dunked in water.
the person with the most correct answers in the fastest amount of time will get the hideaway on night 24 – if they’re in a couple, they win it for their couple, and if they are single, they win it to take whoever they choose.
question 1: who said this about bash? “he's an actor, he's got a fucking history of film book in the villa there's no fucking way i can't try [to get to know him], you know?”
most people in the villa, including bash, vote for rhys who is dunked. that’s the correct answer.
question 2: who did callie say this about? “hey, if kenny wasn’t in the picture, i’d be taking a shot at you. ”
frankie votes for herself, but most people vote bash as the answer, and he’s dunked. however, the answer is revealed to be naomi.
dylan laughs at this.
“and i stand by it,” callie pipes up with a laugh. naomi reaches out to high-five her playfully.
question 3: who said this to naomi? "i’ll admit, if we were outside in the real world, i’d have wasted no chance to kiss you."
“obviously we all know who that is,” josh remarks.
most people vote for dylan, and he is dunked. it’s revealed to be the correct answer.
question 4: who said this to jenny? can we keep this between us for now? please. we're talking tomorrow, and then... we can pick this up where we left off.
most people vote for josh, including josh himself, and he’s dunked. it’s revealed to be the correct answer.
question 5: who is naomi talking about? "things in here have been complicated and intense. for both of us. but when i'm with him, i feel like...it's just really fun. it's easy, in the best way."
“oh, if this is about dylan i’m adding complicated and intense to my resume,” rhys jokes.
most people vote for dylan, and he’s dunked. josh votes for himself. dylan is the correct answer.
josh looks pissed, like he’s clearly holding back, but he doesn’t say anything. seb leans over to josh and naomi, looking smug, and says, “so is it a good time to say 'i told you so' again or?”
question 6: who said this? "when you’re with that guy... do you ever think of me? ‘cus he reminds me an awful lot of how i used to be when we started dating."
most people vote for dejan, which is correct. dejan is dunked. marcus rolls his eyes.
question 7: who did maddox say this to? "and your pussy will have its place in my personal hall of fame."
frankie covers her mouth like she’s about to puke, “wish i could unsee that.”
it’s almost split between mimi and jenny, but mimi wins out. she’s not there to get dunked, so they just dunk maddox instead because he probably deserves it – even though he also voted jenny.
question 8: who did romi say this to? “you are the person I want to kiss the most.”
most people vote marcus, including romi, so he gets dunked. marcus doesn’t think it could be that easy, and votes for dylan. however, the answer is revealed to be josh, even though he also voted for marcus.
“i forgot about that,” josh laughs.
marcus looks shocked and confused, but not that rattled.
dejan is the only person who voted for josh.
question 9: who said this? "if that was my ex i don’t think i’d be settling with a guy like marcus."
most people vote for jenny, and she’s dunked. the answer is then revealed to be frankie.
marcus looks visibly upset by this, and doesn’t make eye contact with anyone.
frankie holds up her hands in surrender, “okay, yeah, i will hold my hands up to that one, sorry marcus. but admittedly, that was before i met you and obviously now i think you're a god, so...”
question 10: which couple did kenny say this about? "her fella keeps gawkin’ at me like the juiciest lookin’ lamb at the slaughter."
it’s pretty split between jenny and maddox and josh and naomi, but josh and naomi win out and have to get dunked. that’s the correct answer.
question 11: who did jenny say this to? "you liked the sound of your dick in my mouth? is that what you said?"
josh immediately starts cracking up.
dylan raises his eyebrows, judgemental. “jesus christ.”
most people vote for josh, including josh and jenny, and he’s dunked. that was the correct answer.
“wow, okay, does everyone in here know something i don’t?” naomi remarks, stunned.
question 12: who said this? "i like someone who will bring out the worst in me, honestly."
rhys nods emphatically, “shit, me too.”
the majority of the islanders’ votes are for sebastien, and he’s dunked. the person who said it was sebastien.
question 13: who said this? "do you know how hard it is not to laugh at everyone here? it's pitiful really, that any of them think they'll find love, when they're going to be met with just disappointment."
most of the islanders vote for maxwell, who is dunked, but nana has voted for herself – which already raises some question marks. when he emerges, the answer is revealed to be nana.
rhys looks around, shocked, “is this her lohan moment?”
“i guess it’s not hard anymore, go ahead and laugh at us,” dylan remarks, pissed.
seb breathes out a low, impressed whistle. a number of the other islanders looked pissed, upset, or annoyed.
nana’s wide-eyed, speechless. for the first time since arriving to the island...she has no thoughts. she feels and looks empty, that anyone can see.
at the end of the challenge, a text rings out on dejan’s phone.
SMS: wow, you really spilled the tea! for the highest score in the challenge, you have the keys to the hideaway tonight and can bring the islander of your choice.
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omg omg omg okay so im like in the middle of my final exams before im done with highschool but i need to tell you all about the fics that you have been releasing because wOW.
okay BUZZER BEATER
GOD THOSE TWO ARE SO FLUFFY. i dont have chronic illness but the way you described it just reminds me of starting adhd meds where i had to take so many pills at random intervals during the day and felt awful 24/7 and how im afraid that going into uni, people are going to ask for my meds for recreational purposes (which makes me so mad btw cause like i need meds to live dont ask for medication that is in limited supply so you can get lit but anyways). But yeah i didn't know that much about migraines other than the fact that its terrible but yeah the way you wrote mc was so beautiful and relatable and im just so sorry that you have to be burdened by these migraines and spend so much time and energy managing it. The way you wrote sungchan though was beautiful. his character is absolutely the most pure and loving guy (whilst also being a loserboy) and the fact that he did not question or judge or put pressure on mc ever was so healing. just watching him be so open with his affection and just blatantly pine for mc without any reservations about it makes me really want a sungchan of my own now. I just want a cute, sweet, uncomplicated, loserboy so i can just live my life in both sickness and health and not be judged by what hurdles my body choses to throw at me today (my psychiatrist was saying my stomach is just really sensitive so thats why ive been going through hell which is sucky but at least i have answers and know what to avoid lmao). But yeah thank you for writing something so beautiful about an experience that i felt so alone in having, because now i feel less guilty about struggling with my own health and most importantly less alone.
now onto Dr Magic!
dear lord jesus if i felt seen by buzzer beater, ive never felt more out of my depths by Dr Magic. Its such a hilarious fic and renjun and mc are both so insane and crazy but in a way thats realistic (i go to one of the top high schools in australia and there are people here who are so dedicated to school the same way renjun and mc). The way renjun just wants mc to spit in his mouth, I swear ive met boys like that too. also the steamy makeout sesh?! soft renjunnie with caring and dominant reader who asks for consent?! mc is so sexy for that, i love her. Also! your description of renjun wearing a yellow hoodie, jeans and a red cap was so scrumptious that i embodied mc in that moment and wanted to eat him whole also. the scene where renjun owns up to the mean things he said to mc whilst mc talks about spitting in his mouth in front of TEN?! shes so confident and strong despite being hurt and i love that for her. i really love how in your fics, you mix humor with maturity to create such well rounded works that really celebrate being wild and having fun whilst also being a grown and mature person. just like you, i could never be renjun and mc but im happy for them and what they have.
side note: thank you for being pro palestine, i know being pro palestine is a simple thing and a low bar to set for myself in finding good people in the world, but with all the people in power and celebrities (cough eric nam cough) publicly supporting the genocide that is happening, im very glad to find others who see the horrors for what it is.
-✨anon
yeah i will always be anti-genocide and anti-apartheid ethnostates, and it truly does boggle my mind to see people support that??? somehow???? but seeing all the pro palestine demonstrations and protests and posts all over does give me hope to hold onto
rest of my response to ur lovely feedback under the cut to not make this post any longer lol <33
BUZZER BEATER!!!!
i also want my own loserboy sungchan so bad 🤧🤧 he was just so perfect in that one ugh. im glad that u were still able to see urself in some of the mc (tho im NOT glad that ur having side effect trouble w ur meds, sending out my love as a fellow tummy trouble side effect haver 🫶). and yeah i rlly wanted my bb sungchan to be not necessarily a himbo per se (bc imo u have to be like BUFF and stupid and sweet, i.e, kronk from emperor's new groove, and alas, sungchan is not built like wonho im not that delusional) but he is at least a big (read: tall), sweet, not quite dumb but not as academically rigorous in the same way as mc, jock who is used to kind of following the same script when in that college "talking phase" with a girl (a little bit of flirting, parties, inviting her to a game maybe, buying her a drink, etc.) bc it's safe and he rlly likes reader so he doesn't want to mess it up but then he realizes that he has to throw it all out bc reader can't actually do like most of that and is like ok. new plan. and ends up just fully embracing his pining, soft loserboy self and how down bad he is for reader. ugh i love him 💗💗💗
dr_magic2303!!!!
i would greatly admire, respect, and fear in equal measure anybody who feels seen by dr_magic2303 lmao. like good for u but COULDN'T BE ME!!! like some of the bits of mc's hyperfixation on her personal projects and that raw hunger for knowledge (as opposed to being the best) was modeled after my own hyperfixations and kind of manic flow states that i get with my adhd (i've yet to put up a conspiracy board in my apartment but i do routinely feel like the pepe silvia meme from it's always sunny) but i have not been a neurotic overachieving academic since jr yr of high school thank god! 4 years of cognitive behavioral therapy and a lot of anti-depressants cured me of that. this is coming from a former gifted kid lmao.
when i knew that i wanted this fic to take the this route (renjun getting consensually dosed up w siren venom) i knew i wanted there to be some form of a convo like that. like consent is sexy!!! and making sure ppl r being taken care of when they're consensually giving up and transferring power for a limited time (with or without the use of magical aphrodisiacs) is sexy!!! aftercare is sexy!!! (even tho renjun threw reader out before they could rlly finish that part but u know) and i rlly hope that came across in that scene
reader talking about spitting in renjun's mouth in front of ten isn't THAT weird for sirens (reader and ten were JUST talking about ten's nipple rings and their lack of sex lives like five seconds earlier in that same convo so like yknow) but ten could obviously tell that there was something a lot deeper going on than just some casual saliva swapping between pals so that's why he left lmao
as always thank you sm for your ask and your feedback on my fics 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 good luck with the end of school you got this b 💗💗💗💗
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little dove
loki x reader
description - Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it.
warnings - fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before
word count - 1900
A/N - this is a pretty plotless blurb but i just love this man, i have been obsessed with the new series and just wanted to write anything about him. i will inevitably be writing for him more so please end me now. there are no spoilers for the new series and it takes place in an AU after new york but pretty much otherwise out of timeline. all the avengers live at the compound together, endgame didnt happen and no i wont talk about it.
MASTERLIST
Loki was not someone who was overly friendly. To most of the people in the compound, he was courteous at best. That rule, however, was bent occasionally. The only exceptions were you and his brother (some of the time). He had been smitten with you the moment he saw you though he would never admit it. You were bubbly and light and the exact opposite of him. You were so friendly and kind that it almost made him want to be the same.
You were kind to him, which he was shocked by. Most of the people in the compound tolerated him but they were never caught being too nice. You, on the other hand, were friendly to him the day you met him.
You weren't an Avenger, you weren't really even a fighter. You were a genius in the medical field as well as the unofficial caretaker of everyone on the team. You made sure that they all ate, they didn't overwork themselves, that they were getting enough sleep every night because they were your closest friends. Everyone listened to you. You had this power over them all that they just wanted to make sure you were happy and that meant they wanted to do what you asked of them. They tried their best to take care of you as well.
When you met Loki and were very nice to him, he expected some ulterior motive. He assumed that there was something you wanted or that you would gain his trust and then humiliate him later. So he kept his guard up. This was proved wrong over the months to come. He noticed that you were that kind to everyone and you were just happy to be around other people. He let you in over time.
You became the only person who he opened up to, even more than his brother. You would keep him company even when he lashed out at others and when he was filled with guilt. You forgave him for his past without question and opened up to him as well. It took probably 3 months for Loki to realize that he was in love with you.
He couldn't believe himself. In love with a midgardian? What was he thinking?
But it was undeniable and uncontrollable. He just couldn't help himself. You would read to him and watch movies with him. You would braid his hair when he was stressed and would teach him how to cook when he asked. You were just everything to him. It took him a long time to confess. He was terrified that you would reject him. You could have had anyone you wanted, why would you choose him?
When he did confess, you were thrilled and he couldn't believe it. You kissed him and he thought he could die happy right then and there. He had never felt this much love for anyone besides his mother.
You continued to break his walls down and he fell deeper in love with you every day. He didn't, however, change his behavior towards others very much. He had grown closer to the team, having regained some trust from them all. He was no longer aggressive and he tried very hard not to lash out. Most of that was out of his own desire to be trusted. He realized that he was going to have to make his life work to remain with you and he slowly learned that most of the people in the compound weren't actually as awful as he might have originally guessed. That didn't mean that his personality changed toward them though. He was still slightly cold and short. He wouldn't smile too much and he was what some might call grumpy most of the time.
That only changed around you and everyone noticed. Loki got teased for it constantly and he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make you happy and he had no regard for what anyone thought of your relationship.
He was waiting patiently in the common area of the compound on the couch. Steve and Rhodey were sat on the couch watching something that Loki didn't recognize or care for, it was some kind of reality TV. When he heard the elevator door open he looked toward the door and you were walking towards him. A grin spread over his face and his posture relaxed. He could hear the men on the couch scoff at his sudden change in demeanor. When you got close to him he picked you up and pulled you to straddle his hips on his lap and immediately began kissing all over you. You buried your face in his chest and he kissed your hair.
"How are you, my love?" He mumbled sweetly and you hummed. "Long day?" he questioned and you nodded in affirmation. "Lets go get you some food then, yes?" He asked lightly and you hummed happily. He picked you up and you clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around him. He carried you with ease toward the kitchen. It shocked you sometimes how much he could lift and how easily he lifted you but you had to remind yourself that he was indeed a god.
"How come you never treat us that way?" Rhodey called from the couch and Loki grumbled a bit.
"Oh I'm sorry did you want me to pick you up and make you some tea?" He asked sarcastically and you giggled from where your face was pressed into his chest. He smiled at the fact that he had gotten you to laugh and he set you on the countertop. He tried to pull away to make you some food but you did not let him leave you, still holding on to the front of the shirt that he was wearing. "Do you want to talk about your day?" He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead lightly. You gazed up at him lovingly and his heart skipped a beat.
"I'm just tired. People are annoying and I didn't exactly sleep much last night." You winked at the last part. He smirked at your comment.
"I'm sorry, my love. I was under the impression that you enjoyed what we did last night but I would be happy to give you plenty of time to sleep tonight if that's what you would prefer." he teased and you punched him lightly in the chest.
"Okay fine you're right, I like getting kept up." You confessed. You paused for a moment and his eyes remained on you as he waited patiently for you to continue. "I was mistaken for an intern again today. You would think that after over a year of working here that people would recognize my name and my work but today there were some new investors walking through the facility. When they came to look at my work they started to talk to one of my coworkers and then turned to me to ask me to get them a coffee order while they waited for the doctor to arrive." You grumbled, your mood now sour at the memory. Loki frowned and he felt his anger begin to take shape inside of him. His eyes flashed green for a moment.
"Would you like me to go and teach them a lesson? Perhaps just to mildly terrify them?" he asked, fully serious. That cheered you up plenty and you chuckled. Loki knew that you were laughing because of the absurdity of his statement and the fact that he was dead serious but he was just happy to see you smile again. "I will never understand the midgardian obsession with gender roles. Though I suppose my own identity is more fluid than most asgardians as well." He confessed and you brought your hand to rest on the side of his face. He leaned his head into your hand as he beamed at you. You loved when he compared his home to yours. It reminded you just how powerful he was and that he still chose to spend his days with you. There was suddenly a flash of green before he held his hand out to you, now holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you gasped and moved to grab them he slipped from your grasp to move towards the refrigerator.
"Hey that's not fair, you tricked me." You pouted at him, now grumbling that you couldn't hold him anymore.
"Little dove, I cannot make you food when you hold onto me. When I am finished cooking then you can stay with me for as long as you would like." He promised and you nodded solemnly. He quickly pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving around the kitchen to prepare you waffles as he often did when you were having a long day. You observed the beautiful flowers in your hand and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, a million times more comfortable than he had been when he first moved into the compound. You talked contentedly with the people passing by as well as the man who was diligently trying to improve your mood. Occasionally one of the other team members would walk by and laugh a bit at how caring he was acting toward you, all of them just happy you were content though. Eventually Thor stopped by while Loki put some batter into the waffle iron and sliced some fruit.
"You know, this is the happiest I have ever seen him." He stated simply, a smile in is voice.
"It's the happiest I've been too." You responded with a small grin.
"The last time I saw him open up to someone the way that he opens up to you was on Asgard with our mother. She would be happy to see him being so vulnerable again." He patted your back and walked away as tears started to come to your eyes. The brothers would talk of their mother sometimes and Loki often mention the fact that he believed she would have loved you, if not for your own personality then for what you did for her son. You wished that you could meet her.
You were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by someone handing you a plate of waffles and sliced up fruit with a little container of syrup on the side. You looked up at Loki and nearly cried right there. You put the plate aside for a moment to reach out and pull him into a crushing hug. He was a bit startled but responded quickly, a hand going to the back of your head and his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.
"Did something happen, my love?" He asked softly and you sniffled a bit.
"Just love you and I'm very thankful for everything you do for me." You got out and he affirmed to himself that he would die for you in an instant.
"I love you too, darling, but I slaved away at those waffles and now they are getting cold." He teased and he kissed your hair gently. You took a deep breath before pulling away, looking up at him with love. You smiled and then hopped off of the counter. He walked with you over to the dining table where he sat next to you and serenely waited as you ate, the food lifting your spirits a bit and easing your anxiety of the day. You planned on spending the rest of it with the man next to you as well as every day after that.
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