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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Yandere Bachira/ Yandere Shidou + Obsessing Over Their Agent

Giving into their egos at the end of Blue Lock, they're used to getting everything they wanted and what they wanted next...was their cute little agent who handled their public relations and contracts♡

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei

Bachira:

"You're staring again."

Bachira blinks at your words, dazed as he slowly was brought back to reality. Huh, he must've zoned out staring at your face again. Your sharp (e/c) eyes focused on your phone, your stoic expression making his heart beat a bit more quickly in his chest, and your hair which was all fixed up and neat was just begging for his fingers to come through it with how it looked. He tilted his head to the side cutely and closed his eyes, flashing you his most charming smile.

"Can you blame me?" He chuckled, moving his way over to you. With lightning fast reflexes, you stuck your foot up in the air to stop him while still focusing on your task at hand as he whined and tried to pinch your cheek. He pouted after a few unsuccessful minutes and frowned, "Aw! You're no fun, (Y/n)-chan!"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but you did respond to him.

"Sir, don't be misinformed; this relationship is purely professional. I am your agent, you are my client. That is all." You spoke sternly to him as if he were a child, "Now, let's get you ready for that commercial shoot."

Just a client, huh?

Bachira sighs and holds his chest where his heart would be and looks at you with his big yellow puppy dog eyes: "That hurts, (Y/n)! After everything we've been through!"

Again, his attempts were met with silence and he frowned, seeing that you were still focused on your phone. That's not fair, (Y/n), so many people would've absolutely killed to be in your shoes in this moment and you have the audacity to brush him off? Fine, he'll just have to make it clear that there was no one else but you.

- He makes everything difficult for everyone if it doesn't involve you, he's still likeable, but everyone just talks about how he's a bit too energetic to stay still. You can't tell how many times make up crews, directors, and training coaches or even other players had to shyly come up to you and make Bachira comply with their wishes because "he behaves when you're around".

- Many times Bachira tries to make it appear you two are a couple; telling you that he loves you as you do his foundation for his upcoming interviews, excitedly running at you in between commercial breaks to ask you if he did well, and often wanting to take you out for casual outings as celebration but you declined. You didn't want to feed into whatever delusion he had in his head about you two.

- You tried to be a bit personal and suggest he try out some sports modeling, casually mentioning how a current model heart throb was interested in collaborating with him in hopes that it'd be enough to get him to move on but he frowned and shook his head. NO! He's not posing for pictures with anyone, especially not for some random model, if its not you!

- Even though you're in charge of his social media; he will still post pictures of you to his own account, admiring how cute you are when you're in the zone, or just captioning the photo with a simple: "Mine♥️💕" and even though you tell him to delete those photos everytime, you feel a bit uneasy when you realize you didn't even notice him pulling out his phone and getting these photos until he tagged you in them. You just hope he doesn't have anymore photos of you that you didn't know about.

- Bachira is without a doubt obsessive, he gets giddy when you call him because he believes one of these days you'll wake up and realize you love him back just as much, only to be slightly dissapointed when you are merely calling him to discuss contract details. That's fine, though! One of these days you're going to have to face the reality that you two were meant to be together♡

- You're just like him after all! It's just that you want to dominate a different field than him. Your goals are similar, be the best that Japan has to offer, making sure that Bachira succeeds on and off the field helps ensure your own success, and while you didn't want to deal with his annoying behavior all the time; it'd be a foolish choice to quit working for him. You think that he knows that too because he'll always try to test the waters of your relationship, never really believing your threats of switching to a different player.

- Because even if you didn't love him, you needed him, just as he needed you. Surely you'll end up loving him back, though, after all: there was no one else in his eyes besides you. So he'll work hard to be the best, not just for Japan, but for you. Each goal he makes, he looks at you and sees the briefest smile on your face and it drives him wild the rest of the game to keep scoring and scoring.

- Don't think you've tamed the monster inside of him, though. Because it'll never be truly satisfied until it finally has you. All of you.

Shidou:

"Why're you buying flowers for that asshole?"

You felt a shiver go up your spine, feeling Shidou's sharp chin resting on your shoulder and feeling his warm breath on the back of your right ear, he was still a little sweaty from his daily drills and workouts...technically, he should've been working out still but his fitness coaches knew the moment you stepped into the room that he wouldn't be able to focus on anything but you.

"Technically, you're buying him flowers," You corrected, moving away from him. He raised an eyebrow but kept a deadpan face as you turned around to explain to him, "Shido, you're already controversial. You played way too hard and broke that man's ankle. Sending flowers is the least you could do."

Aw, give him some credit...he could've done a lot worse if he wanted too but he managed to restrain himself from doing that, all for you. Plus, it was entirely the other guy's fault anyways. That asshole was eyeing you up and down when you weren't looking and jokingly told Ryusei that he wished he had an agent that was as hot as you were instead of his current old and grumpy one. Shido knew he had the best things: the best cars, the best shoes, the best career a soccer player could ask for...but you were different. You were one of the things he had that made him the best, flipping his controversies into picturing him as this passionate player whose just motivated to represent his country, but you were meant for only him to admire. Everyone else is allowed to stare at you two with envy and jealously but that's ALL.

"I'm not sending him no damn flowers and neither are you." He scoffed, taking your phone from your hand and canceling the order. You frowned and tried to grab it back from him, he raised it above his head am to force you to reach for it and when you raised one arm and stood on both your tippy toes, he used his free arm to hook it around your waist and pull you close to him. Pining you against the wall, his pink eyes focused on you in a way that a predator would eye its prey.

"Quit thinkin' about some nobody player. You're MY agent."

- Before you, Shidou went through a lot of agents. Agents who quit on the spot because he was impossible to work with, agents who just stormed out of the doors because they couldn't take anymore, agents who still badmouth him to the public and feeding into his reputation.

- Then you walked in through those doors. Steely gazed, chin up and proud. You were cute, that's for sure, but you weren't gonna be any different then the rest of them. At least, thats what he had originally thought. You never lost your mind over the way he played, you never complained about how he was making your job impossible, and you never lost your cool.

- You were a professional at your job, you knew how to make him appeal to the audience and frame him in a better light while also making sure he didn't have to change too much...because he would never change. So you would work with what you had, how did the saying go? There's no such thing as bad publicity.

- Unlike Bachira, you just being there isn't gonna make him behave. If you're gonna make him do some lame ass photoshoot then he better be getting something out of it. At first it was just things like arranging a deal with a brand he liked, setting up a soccer match with some good players only for him to absolutely ruin them. He started to like you because of those things.

- However it escalated one day when he asked for something that took you off gaurd. A kiss. It was for an interview and he refused to let anyone touch him so they all ran crying to you, he instantly looked at you as you put a gentle hand on his shoulder and asked him what he wanted this time so you both could get through this.

- He didn't even really think about it either, he was a little shocked when he said it himself but he was just mesmerized by your lips that he wondered what it'd be like to kiss them. So he wanted to find out. You were flustered, rightfully so and tried to bargain with him but he was dead set on that kiss...oh well...it was one measly kiss. So you kissed his cheek and he frowned, not exactly what he wanted but you did give him what he wanted technically.

- But yeah, that just kinda sparked his obsession with you and his obsession isn't what you should be concerned about. It's his possessive nature, you work for him so you belong to him. He doesn't like you talking to other people most of the time, constantly grabbing your phone and hanging up important calls when the conversation goes somewhere he doesn't like or deems isn't as important as him.

- Shidou knows he doesn't love you but love isn't exactly on either of your radars since your focused on your career, which only does well as long as Shido's does well. It doesn't stop him from looking at you tying his tie for him, imagining you doing something more intimate than a mere kiss on the cheek, to take you out on fancy dates and buy you nice things and all the crap (he's tried before but you always refuse) and when he wakes up in the morning, he wonders how different it would be if you were next to him. He might love you but overall, it's a matter of possession. You belong to him. No one else.

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sunflowersandsapphires · 8 months

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Why You Gotta Tempt My Trouble?

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 1

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: swearing, sickly sweet fluff, get ready for some pining y'all.

a/n: Here's the first chapter of the college fic! The next one won't be posted until I've written a few more (which might be a while because I'm trying to make them longer and I'm only one chapter ahead at the moment.) Please let me know if you like it and want to see more or be added to the taglist! Words of Affirmation is my shit and life is really tearing me down right now. Also huge thank you to @firefly-graphics for the beautiful divider!

w/c: 5.3k

Digging the heels of your hands into your eyes, you resisted the urge to bang your head on the counter you sat at in an attempt to reboot the organ. This passage made no damn sense and you had mere days to understand it and conform to its ideals in order to do well in the class that it was assigned to. Biting your lip, you flipped back a few pages to start the chapter over for the third time when the sound of someone clearing their throat nearly startled you out of your seat.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t see you!” Saving your place in the worn book, you looked up to find a young man standing before you. He was handsome, with fluffy, inky locks and a charming smile on his lips.

“That’s alright, I, uh, can’t quite fault you there.” He smiled sideways at you, gesturing to the opaque rectangular frames on his nose. Your mouth formed an “O” shape before you tripped over your response.

“I want to laugh but that feels wrong. Is it more rude to laugh or not laugh? Oh god, forget I said that, I—“

The boy in front of you chuckled. “It’s quite alright, and it was meant to be a joke.”

“Right, well, sorry again. How can I help you?” You clasped your hands, tilting your head as you waited for his response.

“I was wondering if you had braille copies of any of these textbooks?” As he posed the question, the handsome boy passed you a list of the textbooks he was looking for.

Looking over the document, you pursed your lips. “That is a fantastic question that we will have to answer together. I wish I knew off the top of my head, but today's only my third day on the job.” You cringed, wishing your manager was here.

“I imagine it’s not a common question, so I won’t hold it against you.” There was that charming smile again. Your insides felt like they were slowly melting under his grin.

“That’s, um, very kind of you.” You stammered out, feeling heat flood your cheeks.

“Matt.” He broke in. “Matt Murdock. And you are..?”

Offering your name, you dutifully turned back to the index, scanning the pages for any clue as to where braille copies would be stocked.

“That’s a pretty name, it suits you.” Your fingers halted in their dance across the page, your eyes flitting back to the gorgeous customer.

“As much as I appreciate that, turning up the charm won’t change the fact that it might take a minute for me to find these.” Your eyes narrowed as you became skeptical of his intentions.

“Take your time. It’ll give me more time to get to know you.” The flirty grin never faltered on Matt’s face.

“Oh you’re trouble.” You shook your head, thumbing through the pages of the file before you. “I’m starting to think I should search on my own.”

Matt just laughed, leaning forward on his white cane and grinning at you. “Where should we start?”

“I have a couple ideas.”

You and Matt searched far and wide for accessible copies of the textbooks he needed. While they—thankfully—did exist, they were scattered throughout the store haphazardly, not in either location the index had suggested. The lack of care and attention the volumes had gotten was making you progressively more irritated. There was absolutely no reason these books should’ve been treated with such disrespect, even if they weren’t commonly asked for.

After finding all but one book on his list, it was barely past store closing. Locking the door with a huff, you clocked out before joining Matt where he was seated on the ground by the first shelf.

“I hate to say this, but I think we might need to order you a new copy.” You remarked with a frown, scuffing your shoe along the faded carpet on the bookstore’s floor.

Matt, whose pleasant personality hadn’t dimmed despite the lackluster findings, simply chuckled, knocking his shoulder into yours.

“Well, we gave it the old college try, so to speak.” He waggled his eyebrows at you above his dark glasses.

You groaned, but couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped your throat. Despite your intense introversion and social awkwardness, Matt put you at ease.

“Sorry, my roommate is rubbing off on me.” He gave an exaggerated grimace.

“Is he a law student too?”

“Yep. Foggy Nelson. The three of us might actually have some classes together.” Matt’s face lit up with the idea. You’d confessed during your hunt that you had already purchased your own copies of many of the books on his list. Given that you were both first year law students, it made sense that you’d be in classes with one another, but you felt a weight lift off your chest nonetheless.

“Honestly, that makes me feel so much better. I’m incredibly nervous.” You confessed, focusing on a fraying patch of carpet underneath your sneaker.

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” Matt leaned against you, focusing on you in a way that made your chest flutter.

“See you say that not knowing how long it’s taking me to get through the first reading assignment for Legal Methods.” You dropped your head into your hands, remembering the cursed passage from earlier.

“Foggy mentioned something about that book. It’s…outdated?”

“That’s an understatement. The first chapter is about a famous eugenics case, Buck v Bell, and I might be reading it wrong but it seems like the author is suggesting that we don’t have ableism that resembles that of the case in current day? I was getting so frustrated reading it that I honestly couldn’t tell if it was confusing or just a stupid argument.” You explained.

“It’s in the McKinnon book, right? If you want, we could read it together and try to figure it out? Unless you have somewhere else to get to…” Matt Murdock, the charming, unswayable man you’d met a few hours ago blushed at the question, making you grin.

“I would love to hear your opinion on the text, Mr. Murdock. We can start an unofficial study group.”

“I like the sound of that. Let’s crack open this shit show.” Matt let you pull him off the ground and over to your work station where he opened his own copy of the text and began to read.

A few hours and more than a few boxes of takeout later, you and Matt were still working your way through the chapter, though you’d both decided with certainty that the text was more angering than confusing.

“If the professor is as ableist as this author, I’ll never be able to pass this class.” You grumbled, shoving the hellish book away from you. “There’s no way I can pretend that eugenic ideals have disappeared, even for a better grade.”

“Seriously. I’m hoping it’s supposed to make us mad so we can argue about it? Though I seriously doubt everyone will be on our side, unfortunately.” Matt scowled.

“Well, at least we have each other, right?” The man in front of you perked up with that comment, but you hurriedly corrected yourself. “And your roommate, of course.”

Deflating slightly, Matt scratched the back of his neck. “Speaking of, I should probably get back so he doesn’t send out a search party. I’ll see you in class?”

“See you then, trouble maker.” You murmured, smiling softly at him.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. Get home safe.”

“You too.”

A few days later, your evening with the sweet law student had fallen to the back of your mind as nerves about your first semester of classes set in. Fidgeting with your outfit in the mirror, you inhaled a shaky breath.

“Stop worrying, you’ll be fine!” The voice of your roommate, Jen, rang out across your shared loft making your brow furrow.

“Easy for you to say! You’ve done this before.” You groused, still examining your reflection. Jen was an old friend of yours who had lived down the street from you growing up. The two of you had been practically inseparable since elementary school, despite the fact that she was two years older than you.

“Jen’s right, you know.” Oscar, Jen’s long-term boyfriend and your unofficial second roommate, squeezed your shoulder on his way to the kitchen. “Everyone is going to be nervous, so they won’t have time to judge you.”

“Yah, yah. I appreciate the votes of confidence but, unfortunately, my anxiety and I have to hit the road. I would rather not be late.”

“Have fun!” Oscar called as you grabbed your bag.

“You’re gonna kill it!” Shouted Jen as you exited the apartment.

You shook your head, hoping they were right, and set off for your first ever Columbia Law class.

The trek across campus was pretty and the walk helped you calm your racing thoughts. The walkways were littered with other first year students who looked more clueless than you—including a blond boy with a kind face who was staring quizzically at a kiosk in front of him that was plastered with event flyers.

He muttered to himself for a moment before reaching to the side of the kiosk obscured from your view and tugging on the arm of someone beside him. “Ok dude, according to this map we should be heading…” He paused, squinting at the paper he was reading before dramatically pointing left. “West!”

“That’s East.” You chuckled, walking over to inspect the map for yourself. As you neared the misguided fellow, your eyes widened as you recognized his friend. “Matt?”

Laughing brightly and greeting you, Matt tugged free of the other man’s grip and strode over to you. “Are you following me?” He narrowed his eyes at you but his tone remained playful.

Shoving him, you scoffed. “You wish, Murdock. I was going to warn your friend here that the upperclassmen usually put up fake maps as a prank on the first day of classes.”

“Thank god we have someone to warn us of their cruelty, or we’d be dead meat!” The blond spun around and bowed in front of you. “Franklin Nelson, at your service m’lady. You can call me Foggy”

You giggled, introducing yourself. “It’s such a shitty prank. Thankfully, I have roommates who are in their third year and they showed me around weeks ago. Where are you headed?”

“Greene Hall.” Matt informed you.

“Oh, that’s where I’m headed too! Civil Procedure? With Professor McGuiness?”

“The very same! We’re damn lucky to have run into you.” Foggy sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s this way, and we aren’t too far. We’ll probably get there early.”

“That’s good because this one,” Foggy stuck a thumb at Matt, “Has this idea that we need to sit in the front if we don’t want to fail. I’d be perfectly fine sitting in the last row and never being called on once!”

“Studies show that sitting in one of the first few rows increases retention!” Matt elbowed his roommate who just snorted.

“Retention schmention. I say we sit by the cutest people in the class and have them tutor us when we inevitably fail.” Foggy winked at you and you laughed.

Matt squeezed your arm, leaning closer to you. “I think that can be arranged regardless.”

Heat rose in your cheeks as his flirtatious grin made a reappearance. “Oh shut up, trouble maker, or I’ll sit in the very last row just to spite you.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” Matt held out an arm, “Mind walking me to class, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to Foggy. “How do you put up with him? You’re a Saint, truly.” But you took Matt’s arm anyway, ensuring that you were keeping a steady pace and avoiding anything he might trip over.

The walk to your first law class was, eventful, to say the least. Matt and Foggy were clearly soulmates of a sort, with their nonstop bantering and the way they balanced each other out. Foggy was a ray of sunshine, while Matt was more comfortable in the shadows, so to speak. The blond was all loud declarations and bright smiles, while Matt was more low toned flirting and quiet observations. They were both incredibly intelligent, overly sarcastic, and had a flair for the dramatic. You were ecstatic to have stumbled into their lives.

Matt had successfully cajoled the both of you into sitting with him in the second row, a compromise which Foggy considered a huge win. As students filed in, you subconsciously fiddled with your shirt, suddenly feeling incredibly insecure about your presence in this classroom. A gentle hand grabbed your wrist, making you jump.

“Relax,” Matt whispered. “You look fine, trust me.”

“How do you know?” You murmured nervously.

“Those boys a few rows behind us are staring.” Matt’s smile remained, but his voice held a tension you couldn’t quite place. “And the TA is trying very hard not to.”

“How on earth can you tell that?” You raised an eyebrow at him, incredulous.

“Matt is seriously like some sort of super powered being. He has the greatest intuition of anyone I’ve ever met. Best to trust him about these things.” Foggy nodded solemnly, clearly trying not to burst out laughing.

You simply rolled your eyes, pulling your notebook from your bag. Opening it to the correct page, you stifled a giggle as Foggy leaned over Matt’s lap to whisper-yell at you.

“Why do you already have notes written? Matt, why does she already have notes written?”

“I like to come prepared. I took notes on the first few chapters of the book.”

“But we didn’t even have an assignment for this class!”

“Yah, but I was bored at work and I thought I’d get a head start.” You just shrugged but Foggy glared at you, shaking a finger in your face.

“You’re gonna make the rest of us look like slackers! You, missy, have some apologizing to do.”

“For doing my due diligence?” You laughed.

“Yes! For being too proactive. I think you owe us a tutoring session or two.” Foggy crossed his arms with a huff.

“You have no idea if I even know what I’m doing, these notes could be gibberish!” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Nope, it’s good material. I can tell. You owe us. Doesn’t she, Matt?” Foggy elbowed his roommate who smirked.

“I think he might be right, sweetheart. What would you say to being the leader of our study group.” Matt tilted his head, focusing on you.

“Do I have a choice?” You sighed.

“No!” Foggy exclaimed at the same time Matt responded, “Not really.”

“Then I accept, but I want my objection noted.”

“It’s all in the record, don’t worry.” Foggy waved a hand, turning his attention back to the front of the room as the Professor walked to the front.

The rest of the week went similarly, as you had three of four classes at the same time as Matt and Foggy. They made great company, so you could hardly complain, but it was the first meeting of your “unofficial official study group” (as Foggy had dubbed it) and you were quite nervous.

You were fairly confident that you knew what you were talking about, but the idea of being the backbone for two other grades besides your own was quite stressful. Not to mention the jittery feeling you got every time your brain reminded you that you’d been in Matt’s room with him for an extended period of time. You chided yourself, Matt—though he was incredibly flirty—was one of the best friends you’d ever had, and you’d be damned before you jeopardized that because you were touch-starved and more than a little thirsty.

Taking a deep breath to keep your antsy libido in check, which was getting increasingly difficult given the fact that you were sitting atop Matt’s bed practically cuddled against him, you turned your focus to the space in front of you for a moment of redirection.

The room was small, a standard dorm room with two long skinny bed frames that held stiff foam mattresses, two identical desks with chipped paint and lumpy rolling chairs, and a bolted-shut window. Although the room was dim and cramped, the view was gorgeous, overlooking a rectangular patch of grass framed with lush green trees and the distant Manhattan skyline, bright with yellow lights against the black of the atmosphere.

Shifting your focus to the inside of the room, you smiled at the dichotomy on full display. While it was clear both boys had cleaned in preparation for your visit, Foggy’s side of the room was haphazardly straightened, with loose socks peeking out from underneath the bed and a handful of stray candy wrappers still visible atop his desk. Matt’s half of the space was meticulously organized, complete with braille labels. It was clear that everything had its place.

A shoulder nudged yours and you choked on a breath in your haste to turn towards the presence beside you. Matt smirked, but a small crease was present between his brows. “You ok? You stopped reading…”

“Yup!” You squeaked, clearing your throat and trying again. “Yes, sorry. Got distracted by your view.” Which was mostly true...

“Is it nice? Foggy’s never told me.” Matt grins sideways at you, furrow on his smooth skin fading.

“It’s…stunning. There’s a lot of green up front, with the lawn and plants and whatnot, but the red brick buildings contrast beautifully. And behind campus you can see the rest of the city, like we’re in an urban valley almost. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen.”

“It sounds pretty. You should describe more sights for me, sweetheart. You’re good at it.”

Heat ran up your face at the compliment, pulsing in your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Turning from the window, you found your chest settling calmly as you studied Matt’s face. You’d never been this close to him and it was startling how easily his innocuous expression stirred up emotions in you.

He had the slightest shadow of stubble gracing his sharp jawline. As you ran your eyes along his face, you found yourself lingering on the beautiful hazel eyes, nearly blocked by his dark glasses. The blank, honey-bronze orbs held more emotion than you’d ever seen in someone’s expression. In the small time you’d known Matt, you found yourself constantly moved by his passion—for his city, for justice, for Foggy, even for you.

“So can we get back to the precedent of Buck v. Bell or are you just gonna stare lovingly at Matt all night?” Foggy smiled sweetly at you but the glint in his eyes made it clear he was annoyed.

“I wasn’t—I mean I—“ You sputtered, scootching farther away from Matt in an effort to conceal your obvious crush.

“Whatever. It’s late and I’d like to finish soon. Precedent?” Foggy prompted, pointing to his textbook.

“Well, the main point is that disabled and institutionalized individuals were no longer considered to have the same rights as other people.” Matt huffed, thumbing through his textured pages.

“Right. And the opinion implies that losing rights through due process opens you up to losing rights in the future without another trial.” You added, squinting at a particular paragraph for clarity.

“Which sucks, but checks out for 1927.” Foggy frowned.

“If I’m interpreting the important parts correctly, this case is meant to highlight an important consequence of precedent, which is that one decision can impact the judicial system for decades, even over important things like due process.” You explained, turning to Matt. “Is that what you got from this?”

“That’s about what I interpreted, yah.” Matt nodded, giving Foggy a sly grin. “That enough of an explanation for ya, Nelson? Or do we need to break it down point by point.”

“Shut up, Murdock.” Foggy grumbled. “I’d be better with this if I wasn’t dog-tired.”

“You’re doing great, Foggy. Don’t listen to him. All we have left to do this week is read for Torts and then we are home free.” You smiled sympathetically.

“Ugh!” Foggy flopped down onto his pillows, covering his face with his hands.

“Not to be a pain, but I don’t have this text…” Matt shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip.

“That’s alright, I can read mine aloud. If that’s ok with you, Foggy?” You looked to the half-asleep law student for confirmation who nodded tiredly.

“If it allows me to close my eyes, I’d be more than happy to listen.”

Matt chuckled, before tilting his head towards you. “Can I come closer? To make sure I don’t miss anything?” You could’ve sworn you saw Foggy roll his eyes, but you blinked and he remained still as a corpse against his pillows.

“Of course, Matt. Here.” Shuffling closer to him, you lay the textbook across both of your laps, trying incredibly hard to not focus on how warm he was. “This ok?”

Matt nodded, mouth parted slightly and your eyes followed his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips. For a moment, all you heard was static and the soft puffs of Matt’s breath. Coming back into your body, you shook your head to clear out the lovestruck cobwebs.

“Ok, um, Introduction to American Civil Law: Chapter 1, Liability and Negligence…”

To tell the honest truth, Matt hadn’t taken in a word you’d spoken since you passed the introductory paragraph. Legal jargon washed over him like the water of a warm bath, spoken by a soothing dulcet voice and punctuated by the steady thump of your kind heart. Your thigh was resting against his and he could feel the tension in your neck as you desperately kept it mere inches from its desired landing place on his shoulder. Your soft t-shirt brushed over his arm with each expanse of your chest as you inhaled, rubbing more of your sweet lavender and vanilla scent over his skin.

As you continued to be blissfully unaware of his lack of attention, or rather his abundance of attention, his body was fighting an internal battle to not sweep you into his arms and bury his face in your neck.

Leaving St. Agnes had been a culture shock for the ages, but Matt was beginning to love it. The orphanage had been an overwhelmingly lonely place, which Matt attributed to his tendency to pick fights and his disability causing him to stand out. Meeting his new roommate had been nerve wracking, but Foggy was as easy to like as the first ray of sunshine in the spring, despite his grumpiness when he was exhausted. Sure he was messy and his snoring had kept Matt awake for hours, but he had a massive heart. Though he and Foggy had very different lifestyles, the other man fit perfectly into his life, as did you. Matt was more than aware of his tendency to form quick attachments, but his feelings toward you were an entirely different beast.

The night he’d met you in the bookstore, an invitation to go on a date with him had been teetering on the edge of his tongue for hours. Flirting came naturally to him, one of the many reasons he didn’t get along with the other boys of Clinton Church, but given his less than standard childhood, he’d never had the opportunity to start a relationship. Every minute he spent with you made it more obvious that you deserved to be loved, not aimlessly thrown into a date or two, and Matt wasn’t sure he would be able to provide that. At least not now.

An ear-splitting snore sounded from the other side of the room, abruptly ending his daydream. Your arm left its place at his side as you stifled a laugh. “Guess I was more boring than I thought.”

“Trust me, it’s not because of you. That man could fall asleep to the sound of a fire alarm if he tried hard enough.” Matt smirked, humor not quite reaching his eyes as his brain mourned the loss of your touch. Feeling you shift tensely next to him, he pondered for a moment. “If you’re worried about waking him, we could go somewhere else?”

“Where would we go at 2 in the morning on a Thursday?” You groaned, desperately aching to be done with school work for the week but simultaneously more than willing to spend all night with Matt.

“I know a place. But we will probably want this blanket.” Matt grinned at you as your confusion peaked, but you threw the blanket over your shoulder and took his hand nonetheless.

How your friend had discovered that the roof of Butler Library remained accessible after hours via a secluded maintenance stairwell, you’d never know—but you couldn’t help but thank the heavens for granting you this slice of paradise.

The cement that compromised the roof was cold, a symptom of being deprived of the sun for hours now, but you and Matt lay huddled together on his bedspread, lounging in a pocket of warmth your closeness had created. You were practically snuggling, which was not helping soothe the part of your brain that was rabidly attracted to him, sharing your highs and lows from the week.

As the two of you giggled about an incident with a pigeon that had decided to attend Civil Procedure, you found your eyes tracing over the moonlit form of the beautiful man before you, who seemed to notice your staring as his lips quirked up. “So, tell me, sweetheart, how’s a girl like you end up in a place like this?”

With an exaggerated groan, you shoved him playfully. “You and your damn lines, Murdock.”

With a chuckle, Matt’s expression turned from something entirely playful into one of genuine interest. “Seriously, what brought you to Columbia?” Feeling your heart pound under his blank gaze, you blew out a breath.

“That is a long, sad story that I’m sure you don’t really—“

“If you don’t want to tell me, I totally get it. But I’d like to know more about you.” Matt’s answer was honest and lacking his perpetually flirty edge that kept you at a safe distance, which sent a burst of heat to your stomach that you weren’t expecting.

“Oh, well...” Sighing deeply, you considered your options. You’d had a hard time making friends in the past, and had a tendency to over share (or so you’d been told), but Matt had asked for the real answer. That meant he really wanted it, right?

Steeling yourself for the impending rejection, you confessed. “I’m originally from Connecticut. Small little town called Bridgewater, about an hour from New Haven. It’s just me and my mom, really. My dad lives in godknowswhere, Virginia with my two siblings and his girlfriend. He’s…kinda the worst, so we don’t talk much. My mom though, she’s amazing. I owe everything to her.”

Matt smiled at you, nodding encouragingly when you hesitated.

“Um, yah, so long story short, she was diagnosed with cancer when I was a kid. My dad has sort of always been a jackass but her prognosis…I don’t know, it was the last straw for him. I don’t remember much but they started arguing about money and then, he took everything. I didn’t realize it at the time, my mom is the nicest person on the planet and she would never blame my dad for her misfortune, but we lost our house, she lost her job, her assets, two of her kids—though they didn’t fight to stay like I did. The longer I lived, the more curious I became about everything and when I did some digging in high school, I found out my dad had claimed everything in the divorce. He and his attorney had argued that my mom was abusive and financially exploiting him and the judge gave him anything he asked for. I decided I wanted to be a lawyer so I could stop others from going through what my mom and I have.”

The story poured out of you, relieving a pressure you’d been carrying for as long as you remembered. Matt simply listened intently, emotions passing over his face in small flashes as you described your past. Realizing all of the bullshit you’d just dumped on him, you cringed.

“I’m sorry, that was a lot, I just…” Matt’s brow furrowed and his hand shot out to cup your elbow.

“No! No, I’m just so sorry that happened. Your dad sounds like a piece of work.” He gave a disgusted grimace and you giggled.

“He is. My mom still loves him though, bless her heart. We spend Christmas with him every year like he didn’t ruin her life.” The laugh that you have held no humor. “Anyway, that’s my backstory. What about you, trouble maker?” You leaned into the loose hold Matt kept on your arm, eager to learn more about him.

“Well, I’m from New York. Hell’s Kitchen, born and raised just like Foggy. I, uh, I never knew my mom. Was close with my dad, though. He was a boxer, taught me a lot about fighting, persistence.” Matt’s face fell slightly as he paused. Intertwining your fingers with his, your smile softened.

“He sounds like a good man.”

Matt nodded. “Yah, he uh, he was. He died when I was 9.”

Eyes widening, a hasty apology spilled out of you. “Oh Matt, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—“ A squeeze of your hand stopped you in your tracks.

“It’s ok. I do miss him, though. After he died, I was taken in by an orphanage, raised by nuns. This is, really the first time I’ve lived without feeling like I’m being watched.” Matt chuckled awkwardly, removing his fingers from yours to push up his glasses. “Law interested me for a reason similar to yours, I suppose. My dad, uh, he was murdered. Organized crime hit. I tried to get someone, anyone really, to bring the group to justice and I…failed. Made me realize the justice system needs more devoted participants, I guess.” Taking his hand back into yours, you ran a thumb over his knuckles, allowing him to collect his thoughts before continuing the conversation.

“So you’re interested in criminal law then?” Your heart flipped happily as Matt’s starlit face lit up again.

“Honestly, I’m interested in most of it. But the more I learn about the world, the more I realize how important criminal defense is. My dad’s murder inspired this journey, but what I do with the degree, it’ll be in his memory. I’m starting to think that defense would be the best way to honor him.”

How on Earth did you manage to find the sweetest boy on campus? “That’s…beautiful Matt. Really. He must be so proud of you already.”

Matt’s lips twitched but he seemed unsure. “Maybe he should wait to see if I actually get this degree. Torts is already shaking up to be a nightmare.”

“Ugh, that’s for damn sure.” You laughed breathily, shivering as a breeze pierced your thin shirt.

Face twisting with concern, Matt ran his hand over your arm. “Are you cold? Sorry, I didn’t think it would get this chilly out.”

“Oh, it’s ok! I’m not that cold.” You assured him, relishing in the soft brushes of his calloused fingertips over your arm.

Raising a brow at you, Matt pulled off the crew neck he was wearing, handing it to you. “Humor me.”

Rolling your eyes at his demanding tone, you slipped the garment over your head. The worn gray sweatshirt was soft and comfortably warm with Matt’s body heat. It was such a pleasant relief from the frigid cement that you had to bite back a groan. Breathing in the earthy, clean scent that always followed Matt, you sighed in relief.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Matt grinned.

The night didn’t go on for too much longer after you spilled your guts to your new friend. At his insistence, you called Oscar and Jen to come pick you up rather than walking home.

You fell asleep easily that night and, while it would be easy to blame the late hour, the fabric of Matt’s sweatshirt wrapped around you may have had something to do with it.

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messysketchyobeyme · 11 months

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Whenever Lucifer had a particularly long day of work ahead of him, he tended to call you over to keep him company. He was usually too caught up in whatever paperwork he had to make any idle conversation with you, so, more often than not, you were left to your own devices.

Normally, you didn't mind. In fact, you liked how you were free of any obligations during this time. Chores? Dinner duty? Oh, Mammon can take over those duties for the time being, according to Lucifer. Now, you had to come, for Lucifer had a headache, and only the sight of your charming and charismatic smile could ease him of the relentless pain for one night.

Okay, perhaps you were being a tad hyperbolic, but the sentiment was there. Either way, being Lucifer's talking Tylenol was usually great! Until it wasn't. Normally, you spent your time mindlessly scrolling through random social media apps, but after seeing Simeon try for the twentieth time to post of picture of his meal on Devilgram (he managed to upload a blurry picture of Luke this time), your eyes just about glazed over.

You turned off your D.D.D. and put it away in your pocket. Lucifer called you over to quell his boredom, but who was supposed to help you out with how slowly time was currently moving?

Other than the sound of your pitiful sighing, the only noise that punctuated the air was the scrawl of his pen again the papers that littered his desk. Your chair was situated right next to Lucifer's, so you had a full view of him scribbling dillegently on each one of his documents.

His hand gripped that pen so tightly that it seemed like it was only one pascal away from snapping. It left small imprints in his black glove.

From your time in the Devildom, you had noticed that Lucifer constantly wore gloves. Whether he was in his RAD uniform, demon attire, or casual clothing, he constantly concealed his hands. You wondered why.

Was he hiding something? Eh, probably not. You had seen Lucifer gloveless a few times in other outfits of his, so you knew there was nothing about his hands that warranted covering them up, but you were curious all the same. You had never seen them up close before.

You grabbed Lucifer's free hand. Against your expectations, he didn't glower, nor did he react all that much. Instead, he repositioned himself, so you could bring his arm closer to you at a less awkward angle. Lucifer didn't even spare a single glimpse in your direction. He chose to pour all of his focus into the current report he was currently reading, instead.

One by one, you tugged each finger of Lucifer's glove off until you were left with a balled up piece of fabric in your hand. That did warrant a glance from him, but that moment was over before you could have blinked.

You haphazardly tossed the glove on his desk and took the time to admire Lucifer's hand. The red nail polish was a nice shade on him, but you didn't understand the point of Asmodeus painting his nails if he was going to hide them all of the time.

His skin was warm, which was, for some reason, comforting. He wasn't covering his hands up to keep warm, then. Despite how his hand was covered in tiny scars, it was soft. Really soft. You ran your fingers all across his skin, taking in every bump and imperfection you came across.

You flipped his hand over. Lucifer flexed his fingers, and the lines engrained on his palm stretched and shrunk. Absentmindedly, you traced his life line with a single index finger. You were as soft and as gentle as you could have been because you didn't want to disturb him from his work.

Lucifer jerked his hand out of your grasp, and rubbed his palm against the edge of the table. He was scowling, but it was directed at his desk instead of you.

"Oh, sorry," you said, "I didn't mean to distract you."

Lucifer shook his head. "No, you weren't distracting me. In fact, I find your touch to be quite..." For a brief, almost imperceptible moment, Lucifer faltered. "... comforting." He held his hand out toward you. "You may continue if you like."

You straightened up your back and grinned. "Thank you," you said. Without a moment of hesitation, you gently held Lucifer's hand.

You immediately refocused your attention to the palm of his hand. Small callouses decorated the area leading to his fingers, but other than that, it was soft and almost felt delicate, in a way. You bit the inside of your cheek.

You ran your fingers up and down the palm of his hand, until Lucifer snatched it away from you, again. The wrinkles in his forehead were much more prominent and his lips were tugged down into a deep frown

Glancing back and forth between Lucifer's sour expression and his, now gloveless, hand a lightbulb lit up somewhere deep inside your brain. You pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from snickering.

"Are you ticklish--"

"No," Lucifer answered. It was much too quick to be natural. His cheeks colored pink.

You laughed, which only made his grimace grow. "Alright, Lucifer, whatever you say," you said, pulling out your D.D.D. You were done teasing him for the night.

Lucifer scoffed and grabbed his glove to put back on. He mumbled something about something or someone being 'annoying' before going back to work. The tips of his ears were still a rosy pink, which you counted as a small victory.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #drabble #obey me mc

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triple-asstro · 11 months

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That Heartbreak Prince, Kíli

summary: kili and his lover bicker over who should stay warm with the help of kili's jacket.

word count: 1.5k

saw @mikathemonster's post about there not being enough kili fics and i agree, so i wrote this! hope you all like it <3

(yes that was a taylor swift reference, love her and her music <3)

Curse Mirkwood, and curse those elves.

Traversing through the Mirkwood forest wasn’t going to be a difficult task, and you weren’t expecting anything more. It still bitterly stung when they ordered you to drop your weapons and pulled both you (and the future Queen of Erebor, but that’s a tale for another day) from your hiding spot, riddled with cobwebs. Not even the heart-eyed expression on Kíli could sweeten your sour mood, no matter how adorable it was.

Those cobwebs still rested on your head, being swiftly removed by Kíli and tossed into the right corner. The stone walls of the prison stinged your eyes, spotting multiple dried bloodstains scattered on the floor; potentially years old based on the maroon colouring.

“Even with these cobwebs, they never seem to hinder your charm amrâlimê,” Kíli remarked, a cheeky smile appeared on his face. A grin plastered on your face, eyes forgetting from the stain. It seemed Kíli spotted your observation, as if your minds were linked into one. “Hm, already observing our prison?”

“Of course. Sadly, there’s not much to observe,” you wistfully stated.

Kíli’s eyes squinted, deep in thought. His eyes crinkled around the corners, and his eyebrows did the most unique thing when he’s in this state of mind. They would furrow together, one slightly higher than the other, creating a brief unibrow, which was always an amusing sight to witness. He viewed the landscape you were analysing before, spotting the dried blood.

“What about that? Quite the decoration, isn’t it?”

“Not particularly,” you began, Kíli’s eyes softening at what was coming next. “That kind of bloodstain because of its dark maroon colouring means that it’s been a while since anyone inhabited this place. Blood has a more vibrant colouring if it’s only been a few weeks or less, darkening over time. I could potentially see how the Elvenking would have that stain appear since it’s been quite some time since there haven’t been travellers in Mirkwood for capturing, or any that didn’t escape.”

Kíli widely grinned, his puppy eyes more enchanting than ever.

“I’m rambling again, I assume?”

“No, just talking. Talking in that alluring voice I love dearly.” he responded, inching closer on the stone chair, grabbing your hand. Your heart ignited, as if a string was interlinked between us, only conjoining once you and Kíli’s hands were reunited. An odd phenomenon, but one you weren’t complaining about.

A giggle echoed from outside, one that called both you and Kíli to peer from the emerald-green bars. Just down one level from you, was that future Queen of Erebor, draping Thorin’s fur coat over his sleeping figure. The coat flew through the air, waving almost majestically before slowly faltering down. Even his coat had a regality added to it.

You could feel Kíli’s giggles graze your cheek, his head lazed on your shoulder. “Cannot believe this is happening to my mother’s brother. He’s probably going to grumble like usual.”

“Probably. It’ll be worth every second, however.” you mentioned, jolting back like children once you saw her wide-eyed gaze dart towards you both. The laughs shared between you both were the only laughs shared that night, the rest of the Company were too busy grumbling and attempting to escape. Granted, you were trying that too but it was more whittling away the gates with spare rock and rubble.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook you, as it did with everyone, some more slowly than others. It was hardest with Kíli, his mind refused him any rest, much to your displeasure. The journey had proven its toll on you and you wished to find any solace that sleep could offer you. It proved to be difficult with this repetitive ticking sound. It was an itching sound that burrowed deep and refused to budge, like glass clinking on stone. With one more tick, you jostled up, darting your head right.

You saw Kíli, his bored downturned eyes following a round object he had in his palm. He tossed in the air, the object floating before missing his hand and clattering to the ground, being caught by your outreached hand. You also took a slight note at his sudden lack of his jacket, which you quickly found draped around your body. His jacket, your body, interlinked as one.

You examined the stone he’d dropped, the object shining a blue iridescence with intricate runes etched onto the surface. It had to be a labradorite mineral from the looks of it. “What is this?”

“It is a token,” he stated, picking it up from your hand, fingers tracing over the engraved runes.

“If any but a dwarf reads the runes, they will be forever cursed.”

He swiftly showed you the stone, as if it was to unleash a horrible curse on you, causing you to jerk back. He paused, tucking the stone away behind his back, causing you to rest back into your previous position. You’d had enough foolishness for one night.

“Or not.”

You rose back up, now in a mix of confusion and intrigue. But you weren’t going to admit that, for if you did, you’d just be playing into his game and you didn’t want to enlarge his ego anymore than it already had.

“Is it a token, then?”

“Hm? Oh, yes,” he said, sitting down next to you. “It was a token gifted to me by my mother. I remember her shoving it in my hand before me and Fí set off. ‘Promise me, Kíli. You better come back in one piece, with your brother if you can.’ She practically made me memorise it.”

“I can help with that,” you said. “Getting back home in one piece, I mean. I’ll protect you.”

“Nonsense, who will protect you then? You could get hurt.”

“You could too, you dolt.” you reminded, watching in slight hilarity as his expression blinked, as if his mind was completely empty. You shoved his shoulder, sending him stumbling back to his seat opposite of the room. “Now, get rest.”

With a pout, Kíli obliged, curling up into a ball. Sounds echoed from above, sounds of cheering and music. Guards occasionally passed by, even one with auburn hair watching your cage with close precision. You’d never heard of an auburn haired elf, but she quickly left before you could speak.

Kíli’s small shivers drew your attention away, however. The way his face contorted in unease and frigidity made guilt tug at the jacket wrapped around you. Eventually, it was strong enough for you to take off the jacket and drape it over him, the coat flying in a similar way to Thorin’s. When it fully rested over his body, you returned to your bed, resting with ease.

Unfortunately, when you acted in your decision, you unknowingly started a little game. A few minutes passed as you felt a familiar texture cover you. As you slightly cracked your eyes open, you saw him return to his bed as well, a content smile stuck on his face. When you awoke, you found his jacket back on your body, along with the stone he had mentioned earlier, tucked into your palm.

This ‘game’ had continued for quite a while, with you whispering for him to ‘stay still’, but of course Kíli being Kíli, he defied. Finally, you decided to go through with the usual routine, except wait for him to awake, catching him in his act. ‘An excellent plan,’ you thought. You got up, resorting to shoving the jacket onto him and placing the stone in his hand. Instead of turning around, you simply took a few steps back, gaze completely fixated on him.

As predicated, his eyes flung open, clutching the jacket and ready to dash to you before being pinned back by your arm. Eyes wide with shock and mouth slightly agape, he could only stammer at your words.

“Keep it, son of Durin. You need it more than I do.”

His mouth clamped shut, solemnly nodding as you walked back to your place, eager to get some true rest. The game was fun, not to be mistaken otherwise, but rest was a rarity and you weren’t missing it.

When you awoke, it was hard to tell how much time had passed. Whether it’d been minutes or days, your mind was groggy and scrambled. It took a considerable amount of time to process what Kíli was saying, or more excitedly rambling to you. The sight of Bilbo unlocking the lower cage doors, keys jingling filled in all the gaps you needed. You pressed your head through the bars, spotting Bilbo working faster than ever. You clutched your shoulder, feeling a soft leather wrap around you.

A soft leather.

A jacket.

Kíli’s jacket.

“Kíli…”

“You were shivering!” he sheepishly answered. His earnest expression made it hard to stay mad at him for long. You sighed, mumbling something about giving his jacket back as soon as you both got out of Mirkwood and to safety.

That didn’t stop Kíli from having a smug expression until then.

#kili x reader #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #kili durin #hobbit fic

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callsignfate · 5 months

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Unpredictable nature of autumn foliage

Day Eleven of Writemas/Birthday posts!

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Kate loved doing little basic home care chores on her days off; it reminded her of the bits of simplicity that she missed when her mind was racing with endless thoughts that felt like they were drowning out her normal day-to-day life and, well, you.

You had left to go get some things from the store and noticed your chore list, most of them completed until she saw 'rake leaves' at the bottom not crossed off.

She decided to put on some jeans and a sweatshirt and hat before she started raking the leaves in the calm autumn air that felt like winter was coming sooner than she had expected. Her mind was still pondering over the last few weeks and the decisions that weighed heavily on her shoulders. It felt like an uncomfortable static of negative thoughts had made her unfocused as she raked the leaves into a giant pile to take care of eventually.

Before she had realized it, she was almost finished before she stood in front of the pile looking at it with the same thoughts that filled with doubts in her own choices and skills before she heard a loud laugh and fell forward into the leaves, your body now wrapped around her as you had twirled her into you as you fell.

She gasped and listened to your loud laughs at her reaction, a small smile pulled at her lips before she sat up in the leaves with a huff as you sat up next to her and threw leaves into her face gently.

"You missed some," you said as you motioned to her now messy pile, making her scowl and look at you with a disapproving expression.

"Someone messed it up," she huffed out as she dusted herself off and shook her head with a smile, the thoughts that she hadn't even noticed had fizzled away to background noise as she watched you play in the leaves until you were sure you had seen a bug and launched yourself out of them, checking your clothes and hair quickly as Kate now laughed and slowly stood from the pile of leaves.

You gave a mock shiver, pretending to inspect your clothes for bugs. "I swear, these leaves have a life of their own. I wasn't prepared for a bug ambush."

Kate chuckled, a genuine sound that brought warmth to the crisp autumn air. "You're such a drama queen."

"Well, it's all part of the charm," you replied with a grin, leaning against a tree and watching her. The sunlight filtering through the leaves created a mesmerizing dance of shadows around you.

Kate looked around at the scattered leaves, then back at you. "Charm, huh?" She smirked playfully, picking up a handful of leaves and tossing them at you.

You laughed, trying to shield yourself from the leafy onslaught. "Alright, alright. Maybe 'charm' was a bit much. How about we call it the unpredictable nature of autumn foliage?"

She joined in your laughter, and soon the two of you found yourselves in the midst of an impromptu leaf fight. The worries of the day were forgotten, replaced by the simple joy of playful moments. The air was filled with laughter and the rustling of leaves as you both let go of the weight that had been hanging over you.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, you collapsed onto the leaf-strewn ground, catching your breath. Kate followed suit, sitting next to you, and the two of you looked up at the canopy of trees.

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stardew-obsessed-ora · 7 months

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Guess what time it is, viewers of this post? That's right! It's Morris HCs time! This time, I'm going to be doing an assorted list of romantic Morris HCs that I had in mind for a while after my initial general headcanon list.

Word Count: 1.3k words Notes: Some of these HCs go off of logic from SVE and the Marry Morris mod! :3 ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

꒦⊹˙༄Romantic Morris HCs

Morris was rather oblivious to falling in love initially. He brushed it off as having an off day for a while. He was sick, he was anxious, he was simply stammery that day. He wasn't in his element. That's all he thought it was. For the longest time he’d deny his feelings and attribute them to something negative, maybe it was disdain for them, or maybe he was losing his touch and getting shaky over interactions? Surely that was it, it couldn’t be anything else. The longer he was around them, however, the longer these off days stayed. He eventually came to terms with the fact that he had fallen in love when he realized they came to his mind more often than not. He could be doing the most mundane task and think about them offhandedly. Every moment he heard their voice he could’ve swore his face lit up in flames. He found himself absentmindedly peeking at the sliding doors of the Jojamart in hopes they’d come in. - Yes, he tried to offer them coupons to be nice. - He definitely tried to sell you products he thought reminded him of you. It was honestly silly hearing his attempt at a sales pitch without giving into the idea that it was due to that.

- I imagine he’d be afraid of the idea of confessing to them. He’s a lonely guy, and he doesn’t exactly view himself highly. I imagine he’s had some on and off highschool relationships, but nothing serious. He’s the kind of guy who practices for nights in front of a mirror trying to figure out how to approach the person on the matter. He has whole speeches planned out and even alternative responses planned out and prepared - He gets a custom bouquet made. He does a lot of research into flower language and what bouquet would convey how he feels about them the best. He even adds a few personal touches to it. But in the end, he still trips up. He still chokes on his words and forgets to give them the gift he brought until after everything’s said and done. - He’d be so embarrassed by slipping up, but it's charming! - I said this before in my general headcanons, but Morris strikes me as a cat in a relationship. He’s the kind of person who has to slowly warm up to people over time. He’s been lonely for most of his life, and despite his touch-starved nature, it definitely takes his time to warm up to both giving and receiving affection. -His love languages are 1000% gift giving, quality time, and words of affirmation. He isn’t the most openly affectionate person when he first starts dating someone, but he will shower them with gifts and start offering to take them to places he enjoys. He definitely tries his best to outright spoil his S/O, even if he’s a very busy man.

- He can be so romantic with words. Once he gets more comfortable in a relationship he’s definitely the type to surprise his S/O with tons of soft remarks about how much he loves them, and what he admires about them. This man is an utter master of compliments and of flattery. It’s as if he’s had a reservoir of kind words waiting for god knows how long.

- On that same note, however, you could be dating this man for 3 years and he’d still get flustered by a cheek kiss. Heaven forbid you give him a deep kiss. He’ll be thinking about it for hours all red faced and smiley.

- He likes holding your hand. A lot. If he’s not working and you’re both out on a date together he makes it his priority to have your hand in his at damn near all times.

- He prefers being the big spoon. Something about holding you in his arms and keeping you safe, knowing you’re actually there and he’ll wake up to you the next day before he has to get ready for work, it makes him happy.

He’s definitely not opposed to little spooning though, he just feels bad jarring you awake when he’s getting up for work.

- He loves gardening. He’d absolutely make his S/O little bouquets out of the flowers he’s been able to grow throughout the year. He’d also definitely be the best at tending to crops on the farm and would do so with a smile at the very beginning of the morning.

- He absolutely spoils his S/O silly if he can. He prioritizes them first, then himself second. If he can’t give them his full time and effort due to work, he’ll do so on his off hours.

- He would cook for his S/O. If he has time to kill before work, he’ll definitely make you breakfast and stare with a patient expression as he waits for your reaction. It always makes his day better when you react positively to something he’s made.

He literally lived off of Microwaveable Dinners for god knows how long, he wants nothing more than to make sure his S/O actually eats decently. If you ever told him you ate a whole ass raw fish from the ocean (or literally any of the strange stardew edibles, for that matter) he’d stare at you in pure horror before forcing you to let him cook you something.

- I mentioned this in my general headcanons post, but he enjoys carefully thought out, sentimental dates. Yes, a date at a fancy restaurant is nice, but seeing the efforts his S/O goes to to make sure he’s happy and taken care of on a picnic date absolutely melts him. Simplistic dates are the quickest way to get to him, especially if they remembered small details of things he likes or they take the time to explain to him the importance of whatever they took him on. Like a stargazing date!

I imagine he’d stick to fancy dinner dates during the first half of the relationship, but as he grows more comfortable with his S/O and understands their needs better, he’d start planning more home dates and stop trying to triumph every previous date he’s done. He’d stop trying to impress them with gaudy sensory and start focusing on simpler things.

- He likes taking his S/O to the aquarium, and to local botanical gardens. He’s always enjoyed plant-life and seeing things flourish and grow under his care, and the thought of being able to indulge in his interests with his S/O and talk to them about what he knows about flora makes him beyond excited. He doesn’t usually have many opportunities to do so.

That absolutely doesn’t mean he avoids fancy restaurants as a date location though, he just starts saving them for anniversaries and other important occasions.

- He loves movie nights! He loves being able to watch whatever it is you’re interested in, and or just introducing you to some older films he enjoys.

He likes dramas because I said so. He also likes a good thriller and knows countless well-written ones. He’s also decent with horror and would be willing to hold his S/O if they ended up spooked.

- He has plenty of aged wine and other kinds of alcohol which he tries to crack open and share with his S/O. Consider him a connoisseur. In his mind, there’s nothing nicer than sharing a classy drink with someone he cares about. Especially while on a date!

If they decline, he’ll instead give advice on varying restaurants he knows are high quality and sneak in hints about recipes he thinks would be fun to try together.

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Eleven

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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Note: I know this chapter is a little bit late, but unfortunately that might be happening a bit more for the next little while… I have a really busy couple of weeks ahead and then I'm going on vacation for two weeks where I'll have no access to my laptop to write or post anything. Then in September I'm starting a new job. I'm still hoping to update regularly, but the once a week schedule might not be possible. I hope you can all stick with me though because I do have lots more planned for this story!

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During their first few days as an official couple, Lia saw less of Jamie than she had every other week since they met. When he left early the morning after their date and didn’t come home until well after dinner, she couldn’t help but let her anxiety get the best of her as she worried that he’d changed his mind or decided that convincing her to agree to be his girlfriend was enough for him to claim victory and he no longer cared now that the chase was over. The hours she’d spent alone that evening after she got home from work gave her enough time to spiral into her own thoughts until she’d worked up the courage to confront him almost as soon as he walked through the door.

She’d immediately blurted out her concerns and while Jamie was shocked at first, a smile slid onto his face once he’d managed to process her words. That only annoyed Lia even further - as she assumed he was making a joke of the whole situation - but he’d quickly put her mind at ease. He apologized for the lack of contact through the day and he explained that their final match of the season was coming up that weekend. It was very important that they won if they wanted to be promoted which meant that the team would be spending the rest of the week training hard for long days. That information simultaneously had Lia feeling relieved and embarrassed as she mumbled out an apology for her reaction and suggested they work on their communication.

Despite the smug smile on his face, Jamie had agreed and spent the rest of the evening teasing her about being so clingy, but from then on he’d made more of an effort to check in throughout the day. She appreciated his willingness to listen to her concerns and by the end of the week she was feeling much more confident in her decision to give Jamie a chance. He really was working hard to prove his dedication to her and she was powerless to resist his charm.

However, when the day of Richmond’s final match of the season came around, Lia found herself feeling nervous again. Jamie had left mid-morning to get in a warm-up with the team before the match started as usual on game day which left Lia to show up at Nelson Road alone, wondering what kind of reception she would receive. She walked slowly through the hallways as if she could delay the inevitable rejection, but it still didn’t take her long to find herself standing outside the door to Rebecca’s office and she took a deep breath to steady herself before knocking on the door.

“Come in!”

It was Rebecca’s voice that called out to her and she accepted the invitation to poke her head around the door to see her sitting on the couch with Keeley as she’d expected.

“Hi,” Lia smiled, relaxing slightly when they didn’t immediately recoil at the sight of her. “I know it’s short notice, but I was hoping I could sit with you two at the match today.”

“Yeah, of course, babe,” Keeley nodded, her enthusiasm putting her even more at ease. “Do you want some champagne?”

She held up her glass as if to demonstrate and Lia accepted the offer as she moved to sit beside her. She was trying to think of a way to bring up the elephant in the room as Keeley poured her a drink, but Rebecca beat her to it.

“So,” she started. “How’re things with Jamie?”

Considering she hadn’t talked to Keeley at all since Jamie’s confession and wasn’t entirely sure how she was feeling, Lia answered somewhat trepidatiously.

“Things are actually really good,” she admitted. “We’ve decided to give it a shot and try being in an actual relationship, not just a pretend one.”

“Oh my god,” Keeley squealed as she handed Lia a glass of champagne. “That’s amazing! I was so worried that Jamie had messed it up all by saying what he said, but he really didn’t mean it. I know Jamie and I know he didn’t, he’s just more emotional than people think and the funeral got the best of him.”

“That’s what he said and it’s been kinda hard to blindly trust him, but we went on a date a few days ago and he really put in some effort. It was nice.”

“That’s so exciting,” Keeley gushed. “And I promise there’s nothing between us now. I was so worried you wouldn’t wanna be friends anymore after what he said so I’m really glad you showed up today!”

“Me too,” Lia smiled. “I didn’t want things to be awkward and I believe that things are over between you, but I just worry that Jamie’s just desperate for affection from anyone, not necessarily from me.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Keeley rushed to assure her. “He’s different with you. He cares about you, I can see it.”

“It always seemed like more than just an act to me too,” Rebecca mused. “But tell us about this date? Where did you go?”

Lia felt her smile widen and she tried to control her enthusiasm as she launched into an explanation, grateful to finally get some womanly insight into the situation. She told them about the flowers, about the board game pub, the walk home and the little boy in the ice cream parlour. The way they ‘ooh’d and ‘awwe’d at all the right moments brought her some comfort as she still couldn’t help but feel like she’d maybe been won over a little too easily, but Keeley’s response when she was done telling her tale only strengthened her belief that giving Jamie a chance was the right choice.

“Wow, that is way more romantic than anything he ever did for me,” Keeley informed her. “He’s smitten, babe.”

“I didn’t think he had it in him,” Rebecca agreed. “But obviously he just needed to find the right person and it would seem that person is you.”

“You think so? I can’t shake the feeling that he’ll toss me aside once he’s had his fun.”

“Why on earth would you think that?”

The question came from Rebecca - her shock clear in her voice - but Lia simply shrugged.

“Because he’s Jamie Tartt and I’m just me, a dork who works in a bookstore. I don’t want him to get bored once the chase is over.”

“But you’re not boring,” Keeley assured her. “You’re fun and so sweet, Jamie is lucky to have you.”

“You think so?”

Lia cringed, knowing that low self-esteem wasn’t a particularly endearing thing, but she hoped that they would know it was a sincere question and not just a way for her to fish for compliments.

“Absolutely,” Rebecca nodded. “And from what I can see, you’re both good for each other. You definitely bring out the good in him.”

Lia felt practically giddy from their reassurance and hid her smile behind her glass of champagne as she mumbled out a ‘thank you’ before taking a sip and switching the conversation back onto Rebecca to get caught up on the gossip of her own slightly messy love life.

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The match was a rollercoaster of emotions and Lia wondered if they always would be now that she found herself rather invested in one of the players. The first half had things looking pretty bleak and while Lia knew it wasn’t over until it was over, she was bracing herself to spend the rest of her evening trying to comfort Jamie and help him through the loss.

However, those worries vanished from her mind shortly after the second half of the match started.

It was like Richmond were a different team and they quickly picked up the slack from the first half. It was tense and exciting, but they pulled it together enough to force a tie which was all they needed to get promoted. The girls leapt to their feet the moment the match was officially over, squealing and hugging with an enthusiasm that Lia never imagined she would feel about a sporting event before she met Jamie. The team and coaches all flooded onto the pitch as they celebrated with the roaring cheers from the crowd reaching almost deafening levels and despite the newness and instability of their relationship, Lia felt a pull towards Jamie that truly surprised her.

It was like she physically needed to be near him. She could see him on the pitch being embraced by his teammates and she craved the opportunity to do the same. The pride she felt swelling in her chest took her breath away and when the boys all jumped and ran off the pitch and Keeley suggested they head down to the locker room, Lia practically bolted for the door of the box they were sitting in. She paused briefly enough to congratulate Rebecca on her team’s win, but then she darted out into the hallway with Keeley hot on her heels.

The sound of exuberant chants echoed down the halls as soon as they got down to the main floor and Lia let out a joyful giggle as Keeley swung open the door, calling out to the team as she did. Their presence seemed to heighten the already rampant celebrations as the team let out a cheer at their arrival, but Lia was more focused on her search through the crowd for Jamie.

When her eyes finally landed on him, she felt her heart swell.

He looked relieved. He looked joyous. He looked on top of the world. And combined with his dishevelled post-match appearance, the look of success was incredibly sexy on him.

She couldn’t resist winding her way through the group until she was by his side and finally able to wrap her arms around him, finding the feel of him just as intoxicating as the sight. His strong muscles, clinging to his shirt that was damp with sweat. The deep, manly scent of his body after such an intense workout. The way he squeezed her so tight she wondered if he was ever going to let her go. It all had such a strong wave of emotion washing over her that she couldn’t stop herself from stretching up to capture his lips in a kiss.

There was a shyness to it - a moment of hesitance before she found the courage to slide her hand to the back of his neck and encourage him to dip his head - but Lia knew it was unnecessary. As far as the rest of the team was concerned, their PDA was old news. They’d been showing affection in front of the group for weeks, but it felt different now that what they had was real. The moment felt more intimate now that it wasn’t simply for show and Lia felt her cheeks growing hot as she pulled away.

“Congratulations, Jamie, you were amazing.”

“Nah, wasn’t me really,” Jamie shrugged. “Dani’s goal really sealed the deal.”

“But you let him take the shot,” she pointed out. “It was a team effort and you’ve really become a team player.”

“Thanks, babe.”

A lazy smile slid onto Jamie’s face that was so endearing that Lia found herself once again drawn to stretch up and connect their lips, but she was relieved to find that Jamie seemed to be as desperate for connection with her as she was with him as when she tried to slip out of his grasp, he tightened his arm around her waist to stop her from moving too far away.

There was a tension between them that was undeniable. It simmered through the after party in the locker room and seemed to grow with every casual touch or lingering glance. Lia felt absolutely smitten with Jamie. Seeing him in his element, celebrating after a win, bonding with the team that he’d been working so hard to prove himself too. The atmosphere amongst the group was electric and Lia was grateful to be a part of it, even more so now that she wasn’t just pretending.

And as Jamie’s touches grew bolder, she felt it was safe to assume that he was feeling the same way about her. His hand drifting down to squeeze her bum when no one was looking, letting his thumb slip under her shirt to stroke at the skin of her lower back when his arm was settled around her waist, the way he kept leaning in close to whisper things in her ear even when such closeness wasn’t really necessary almost as if he was just looking for an excuse to let his breath wash over her skin. There was no way that Jamie couldn’t feel the spark crackling between them and crawling up his spine the way that she could.

And so - if Jamie was intent on driving her wild - she decided to return the favour.

Being seductive or flirtatiously teasing wasn’t her forte, but the beer that she was sipping on helped her find a little inspiration - both due to its contents and design. She was deep in conversation with Isaac - the team Captain - and Colin - one of his teammates - when the alcohol she’d been sipping and the burn of Jamie’s gaze on her helped the idea take shape in her mind. Nodding along to what Isaac was saying as he told her some in depth information about a play they’d been practicing, she glanced over at Jamie and made eye contact as she deliberately let the neck of the bottle rest between her lips for just a moment longer than necessary, sucking gently in a way that she hoped would be at least somewhat suggestive. She saw Jamie’s jaw clench as he watched her and she bit back a smile as she turned her attention back to the men she was talking to, but it didn’t take long for her to feel an arm slide around her waist and she didn’t even need to glance up to know that it was Jamie.

For the rest of the post-game celebration, Jamie didn’t let her out of his grasp and Lia was more than happy to stay cuddled up against his side. When the team started discussing where to move the party and which club to take the celebrations to, she was relieved when Jamie turned down the invitation and suggested that they just head home. She eagerly agreed, but was surprised that when they got into the taxi to go home, Jamie became more withdrawn. The affection that he’d been lavishing on her all night was gone as he sat on the far side of the car, focusing his gaze out the window. It was reminiscent of how they’d been when their relationship was just an act and it was a stark contrast to the way he’d been all evening.

She tried not to let her anxiety bubble to the surface and get the best of her - assuming instead that perhaps he was just tired as the adrenaline of the match started to fade away rather than that he wasn’t truly interested in her - but she was still buzzing from the way they’d been teasing each other all night. Desperate for some kind of physical touch, she reached out to take his hand and was relieved when he turned his head to flash her a smile before interlacing their fingers.

It was sometime during their drive home that Lia started formulating another idea - one that was only emboldened by the fact that Jamie announced that he was in dire need of a shower almost as soon as they walked through the door.

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Jamie had barely been in the shower for five minutes when he heard a knock at the door before it slowly cracked open.

“Jamie? Can I come in?”

The question was tentative and only added to Jamie’s confusion. In all the time they’d lived together, neither of them had dared to enter the bathroom while the other one was showering. The glass door left nothing to the imagination and as soon as she entered the bathroom he would be fully exposed to her. It was a thought made his cock twitch despite his concern about her urgent need to talk to him.

“Course you can,” he called back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she squeaked as she poked her head around the door. He noted with pride that her eyes widened at the sight of him, but the next words out of her mouth left him the one feeling stunned. “I was just wondering if I could join you?”

He stared in disbelief as she shrugged the bathrobe that she’d changed into off of her shoulders and stood before him completely naked.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned. “How could I say no to that?”

After the weeks of self-restraint, he felt himself begin to stiffen just from letting his eyes roam over her body, admiring her pert breasts and soft curves that he’d been fantasizing about for so long as her cheeks flushed a deep red and she open the door that separated them. When she moved under the water to let her hands trace over his damp chest, he grew thick and heavy as his cock strained for some of her attention. He was almost scared to move or even breathe in case it snapped her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into, but as she bit her lip and mumbled out a soft yet appreciative ‘wow, Jamie’, he couldn’t help but question her.

“What’s all this about?” He asked softly, hoping he didn’t sound in any way ungrateful. “I thought you wanted to take things slow.”

“I do,” she admitted. “But I thought you deserved a little appreciation after your performance today. You were so good, Jamie. It was so amazing to watch you.”

Her words came out like a purr and the thick honey tone was all his cock needed to swell to its full potential, but he tried to stay focused as he made sure she was serious about the situation.

“S’just the job,” he choked out. “It’s nothing special.”

“It was special,” she insisted. “You were incredible. I was so proud to be wearing your jersey, for everyone in the crowd to be thinking that I’m your wife.”

The praise sent shivers down his spine as he flushed at her words, but the request that came next almost short-circuited his brain.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes! Fuck, Lia, please.”

He answered immediately, feeling his desperation climbing quicker than he was used to. But then again, he wasn’t used to being celibate for as long as he had been and a release with someone other than his hand was very much needed. He knew that he was very close to sounding like he was begging - something he wasn’t particularly used to doing in bed - but in that moment he would have promised her anything to get her hands to slide down his stomach the way that they were. When she took him in her hand, he couldn’t hold back the moan that slid from his lips and he kept his eyes from fluttering shut just long enough to see her peering up at her from under her long eyelashes with wide eyes.

“You’re so big…” He knew he was at least a little bit above average, but the awe and delight in her voice had a wave of pride washing over him. She had an air of innocence about her despite the bold way she’d come onto him and he was finding it hard to hold himself back. However, he didn’t have to struggle with his restraint for long before she sank to her knees, staring at his cock with a hungry look in her eyes. “I can’t wait to taste you…”

She looked up at him, almost as if she was waiting for permission, but he didn’t trust his voice not to crack so he simply nodded. That was all the encouragement she needed as she eagerly took him into her mouth earning a hiss of pleasure from Jamie as his head tipped back into the warm stream of the shower. He’d had a few doubts about the level of experience that Lia had, but it was soon obvious that he had nothing to worry about because if she was unpracticed then she was a natural talent.

The warmth, the pressure, the pace that she set. It was like she knew exactly what he needed even before he did. She took him deep, gagging slightly in a way that was another little boost to his ego, but his chivalrous side came out as he let one hand slide to her the back of her head to help steady her movements and keep her comfortable. He was careful to keep his grip loose - more to guide than to control - as she clearly needed very little help from him.

He watched completely entranced as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him so enthusiastically that it was like she was honoured to do it. As her hand drifted from his thigh to gently cup and tease his balls, an obscene sound left his mouth and he felt himself quickly heading towards a peak. He knew it hadn’t taken long and usually he would have been feeling a little more sheepish about his lack of control, but he was too wrapped up in his pleasure to care.

“Babe,” he choked out, knowing he needed to warn her before he was too far gone to form any words. “I’m close.”

The only indication that she’d heard was a slight increase of her tempo and as he felt her tongue drag pointedly along the vein on the underside of his cock, Jamie was lost in his pleasure to repeat himself. His fist clenched as his other hand tightened its grip on Lia’s hair and he resisted the urge to buck into her mouth, letting out a strangled cry as the rush of his release washed over him.

His knees felt weak as his heart raced in his chest, but even when Lia pulled away to swallow, she used her hand to gently stroke him until he came back down from his high. And once his mind began to clear, he reached down to offer her a hand and help her back to her feet.

“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” he murmured. “Where did that come from?”

“You deserved it,” she smiled. “Was it okay?”

“Okay? You were fucking amazing,” he assured her. “Didn’t expect you to be so bold.”

She blushed so hard that even her chest was flushed and a glimmer of the more trepidatious girl he was used to reappeared.

“I can be bold when I need to be.”

Based on what he’d seen so far, Jamie had no argument to that claim. There was obviously far more to Lia than he’d expected and he was excited to peel back even more of her layers.

“Yeah? Well, so can I,” he informed her. “How about we get out of this shower and I can return the favour?”

She bit her lip as his words made her shiver against him, but to his surprise she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay,” she assured him. “Tonight was about you.”

“You don’t want me to? It should be about both of us. You were just saying what a team player I am.”

His words were said with a smirk and he felt Lia giggle as she leaned her head against his chest.

“You are, but I didn’t expect any reciprocation. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Touching you would be pretty special too.” He slid his hand down to cup the cheek of her bum, revelling in the feel of her smooth skin and noting the way she turned her body slightly when he gave it a little squeeze, almost as if she was opening herself up to him. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want me to?”

She whimpered in response as Jamie let his hand drift over the curve of her hip, but he waited and simply rubbed his thumb against her skin until she gave him proper confirmation.

“Yes…”

It was a short response, but it was almost as desperate as Jamie's earlier plea and after her efforts to bring him pleasure, Jamie wasn’t going to make her ask twice.

Sliding his hand lower, he was somewhat surprised to find that the skin between her legs was bare. It was a detail that escaped his notice when she’d first dropped her robe, but now his mind had been cleared by his release, it caught his attention and he shelved the thought for another time to avoid embarrassing her or doing anything that might cause her to make him stop his exploration. Instead, he stayed quiet as his hand dipped lower until she parted her legs to grant him more access and the wetness he found between them had another groan falling from his lips.

“Fuck, babe, you’re soaked,” he informed her, as if she might be unaware. “Is this all for me?”

He stroked her gently, letting his fingers trail just beside the sensitive bud that he knew would be desperate for his attention as she murmured out a soft ‘mhmm’. He could feel her hand gripping his bicep as he watched her eyes drift shut and a moan slipped from her lips as he let a finger dip gently inside her. She was tight and the thought of the muscles that were gripping his finger being wrapped around his cock was almost enough to have him twitching back to life, but he kept his focus on her as he paid attention to the movements that earned him coos of pleasure or gasps of encouragement. It wasn’t long before he added another finger to his explorations, enjoying the way she stretched around him as his thumb came to settle finally on the bundle of nerves he’d been carefully avoiding. The sound she made at the contact was one of pure bliss and had Jamie feeling desperate to see her fall apart under his touch.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he groaned. “Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum, wanna feel it.”

His encouragement had her whimpering again, but he could tell from the quick rise and fall of her chest and the way her nails were digging into his skin that she was close. He kept his movements steady and it only took a few more moments for her to come undone, letting out a moan that sent shivers down his spine as he felt her clench around him. He coaxed her through it until she was quivering him against him when he slowly moved his hand away.

She clung to him, but as her breathing steadied and he felt her heartbeat slow in her chest, he realized the water washing over them was starting to get cold.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The words were murmured into her hair and he felt her nod as she stumbled away from him as if she was in a daze. He smirked, knowing that if she was shaken now she would be absolutely wrecked when he was able to really take his time with her, but he also knew that she seemed sincere when she insisted that she still wanted to take things slow. Considering she’d just given him far more than he’d expected to get anytime soon, he was more than happy to respect her wishes and he turned off the water before grabbing a towel and following her out of the bathroom, eager not to let her too far out of his sight.

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chapter twelve

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2 - The Dutton Ranch

Part 3

Always Had Something For Cowboys

Reese and I followed Kayce's truck through the town and into the clear sky mountains area. The drive was a long way from the busy town lifestyle. We turned down some old windy roads until we started driving past a wire fence along the side of the road. The last turn made us drive down a dirt road where I could see a wooden fence post entrance. "When do we get to see the horses, mommy?"

"Whenever Kayce stops driving honey." I responded by turning the steering wheel around driving underneath a sign that read Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Parking the car beside his truck I got out of my door the same time as Kayce. "I've heard of this place a little bit but I can't believe we're actually here now."

Tate got out of the truck when Kayce responded. "Yeah most people are always surprised the first time. I'll open the barn and check on some of the horses."

"Horses!" I unbuckled my daughter's seatbelt where Reese jumped out of the car and moved around me over to Tate.

Tate smiled. "I have my own horse named Lucky. Do you want to see him?"

"Yeah." She replied, running off with him towards the barn.

Shutting the passenger door of the car I sighed walking towards the fence in the training area. Leaning my elbows on the wooden posts I slowly glanced around, seeing the mountains off in the distance that we're just as beautiful as the ones at the Kleinsasser ranch. I bite my lip trying not to think too much about JW and the possibility of him coming to get custody of Reese. "I thought I'd show y'all my horse that I ride since my dad and the others are already out riding there for the work day."

"That sounds fine with me." I said turning around and seeing Kayce up on a black Stallion horse in front of me.

Tate and Reese came running from the white barn with a large Y above the doorway seeing him on a horse. Tate opened the gate letting his dad ride the horse inside and he dismounted it slowly. "Okay so Tate show'em how to do this without spooking him."

"Okay." Tate walked forward slowly raising his hand right up to the front of his nose.

Reese takes my hand and we move forward together where I raised her hand up next to Tate's. "There you go, Reese." I whispered hearing the horse make a noise and lean more into our hands.

"How were you so good at that?" Kayce asked, standing a few steps away from the kids and the horse.

I walked over to the cowboy shrugging my shoulders in response. "Um...my ex JW owns a ranch in Lochsa Montana. He taught me how to not spook them. But it's been years since I've actually rode one."

"I could teach you if you wanted someday." He offered looking me in the eye.

Tucking hair behind my ear I snorted in a laugh. "If this is how you charm a girl, Dutton you're doing a pretty good job. Offer me a job here and horse riding lessons."

"Well I wasn't trying to ask you out. But that's good to know I'm already impressing you." He chuckled and I did along with him shifting my gaze to the distance seeing some cowboys riding our direction.

Most of the cowboys headed straight for the barn yet one who looked older than the others came over to the four of us. The rider dismounted their horse showing that they wore a tan jacket with orange on the shoulders and a black cowboy hat. "Who are the visitors you've brought to our ranch, son?"

"They're names are Y/n and Reese, dad." Kayce said to the older man.

Offering my hand I take a step forward shaking the elder man's hand. "Y/n Lambert. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dutton and your ranch is so beautiful."

"Please call me John,Y/n and thank you." Kayce's father grinned, eyeing my daughter who was still petting the horse with his grandson. "What's your daughter's name over there?"

"Reese, come here!" I hollered over to her where she ran over and I lowered myself to a knee to be face level with her. "John, this is Reese."

She smiled brightly. "Hi John. I love your horses."

"That's good to know. Maybe we can get you riding a horse sometime if your mother allows it." He suggests resting a hand on the belt of his jeans.

Kayce watched the conversation remembering what he had offered her outside the ice cream store. "Hey dad,Y/n is in need of some money. I was hoping you could maybe help her out for a little while."

"Sure as long as you're hard working. This ranch is my family's legacy and I will protect it." John explained tipping his hat up to look me in the eye.

Putting one hand on my hip I answered him seriously. "I will do my best, Mr. Dutton. I used to do some work for my ex's ranch before we left that family. And if I don't know what to do I'm sure your son will be willing to help me out."

"Who was the family of your ex if you don't mind me asking?" He tilted his head curiously.

I replied. "The Kleinsasser Ranch. Horst and Margaret own it and have four kids. They're second son is my daughter's father and will most likely get the ranch when his daddy passes."

"I'll keep that in mind,Y/n. Oh and there's a spare room in the main house that you can use if you don't have a place to stay at the moment." He offered to walk his horse by the reins towards the barn to put him up for the evening, leaving us alone.

Shoving my hands inside the pocket of my jacket I looked at Kayce who was having Tate put up the horse. He came over to me and Reese bent down on a knee. "I'm pretty sure I saw some cookies in the kitchen. How about you go get one for your mom and I?"

"I'll be right back." She giggled heading to the cabin and through the front door.

Kayce chuckled in my direction. "She seems like a great kid."

"Yeah she is...and I wouldn't trade what happened for anything." Chuckling the wind knocked some hair in my face that I pushed behind my ear remembering when I first found out I was pregnant at 17.

Five years ago

Stumbling into the closet bathroom I could find in the main part of the house I bent over the toilet. My hair fell over my shoulders as I puked until I didn't have anything in my stomach. "Urgh!...why can't I keep anything down?"

"I would have thought you were smart enough to know what happened when you took my brother for a ride." Shooting my head upright I gasped seeing young Cheyenne in the doorway.

Wiping my mouth I lowered myself to the wooden floor, since it was the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep. "Cheyenne ... .what are you doing up?"

"I needed a drink from the kitchen and then I heard you in here throwing up. Check under the cabinets they're should be some tests." She pointed to the cabinet that I had my feet pressed against.

Reluctantly I opened the cabinet finding what she was referring to and I felt sick in my gut eyeing them. "No...I can't be pregnant."

"Actually you can. It's our only job besides being quiet according to my daddy." She pointed out snarky.

Shaking my head I was still in disbelief but opened one of the tests either way just to calm my nerves. "JW and I can't be teen parents. I refuse to accept it...shit!" I cursed under my breath reading the test once we had waited long enough.

"If you didn't want a baby maybe you shouldn't have my brother lead with that thing between his legs." Cheyenne spat at me.

Snapping back at the rancher daughter. "Not helping, Cheyenne!"

"Just saying Y/n." She shrugged her shoulders.

Sitting down on the toilet I put the test in my lap reading the plus sign over and over again. "This can't be happening. I can't have a baby this young." I hugged my knees to my chest sobbing uncontrollably feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey now don't cry over this. Tears won't make anything better." Cheyenne bent down in front of me wiping away some tears.

I croaked through more tears. "But what am I supposed to do now? Your brother won't grow up and become a father."

"He may not man up but I can convince him. And if he doesn't then me and my mother will be there to help you raise the baby if you decide to keep it." She placed a hand over mine while my other gripped my knees.

Sniffing through tears I gave her a half smile. "Thanks, Cheyenne." She got up from the floor and tugged me up to stand with her. She then left the room and I dropped my gaze downward to the object in my hands. Gripping the pregnancy test in my fingers I sniffed before putting one hand on my stomach.

I had finally gotten Reese down for bed for the evening after dinner and some chocolate milk. Walking down the wooden stairs I saw that there was some light downstairs. When I got to the ground floor it was actually coming from the fireplace that had a small fire burning in it even though it wasn't that cold outside to really need a fire just yet at least for Montana weather. "Hey Kayce, what are you still doing up for?"

"Oh hey Y/n. Ah Tate isn't easy to put down for the night and I ain't that tired so I thought I'd stay up until I was sleepy." He turned around on his seat on the coach noticing that I was still awake just like he was.

Moving around the side I decided to take a seat down next to him laying my hands in my lap just watching the fire crackling in front of us. "Sounds like a good plan to me...."

"Hey I was thinking that I have the day off tomorrow and my dad could watch our kids for a few hours. Would you maybe want to go get dinner with me or something tomorrow night?" Kayce broke the silence that had filled the room staring into my eyes.

Shifting my gaze over to meet his deep brown eyes I couldn't believe what he just asked. "Are you being serious, Dutton?"

"Have I ever lied to you since we met this morning?" He chuckled, giving me a serious look.

Biting my lip it only took me a minute to think before answering. "No ... .so sure I'll go out to dinner with you." Kayce smiled back at me and I reflected the same expression, never expecting that one conversation may change everything in my life yet again.

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Loveable Asshole

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Jack Thompson

Summary: Y/N and Jack have always had a flirty relationship, but every time Jack tries to take it further by asking Y/N on a date, she shuts it down. He usually doesn't let it bother him, but when the pair gets stuck working the night shift together, he's determined to finally understand

Word Count: 2,060

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Shoutout to @fandomsandxfiles for her Agent Carter filing system headcanon. I love it and have adopted it, for this fic and in general

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Hey, Y/L/N."

I looked up to find none other than Agent Jack Thompson swaggering towards me from across the bullpen. I put my pen down and rested my chin on my hand, giving him my full attention.

"It looks like it's you and me working the night shift tonight."

I sat up a little straighter at that, my fake interest turning very real. I'd been trying to talk Dooley into letting me take a night shift for some added responsibility for a long time, but now it was apparently really happening. And with Jack Thompson, no less.

"Alright, great!" I said, giving Jack a smile before looking back to the papers I was working on. "Ugh, I'm gonna need a lot more coffee though."

"You and me both," said Jack. He walked around to my side of the desk and perched on the edge, so I turned to look at him. He gave me a charming smile. "I'll brew us a fresh post as soon as Krzeminski's gone for the night so he can't steal it all or otherwise fuck it up."

I smiled back. Since a few months ago when I'd joined the SSR, Jack and I had maintained a friendly flirty relationship. It never went further than talking, though, despite Jack asking me out a few times now. I liked him a lot of the time, but he acted like a sexist ass enough of the rest of the time that I knew a date would be a mistake.

"Having tried your version of the office coffee before, I feel like I might have to pass..."

Jack just scoffed, but he couldn't keep a slight smile off his face anyway.

"Well, it's gonna be my coffee or nothing," he said, pushing off my desk to go back to his own work. "Choice is yours, sweetheart. You've got a couple hours to think about it."

I just smiled and shook my head at him as he left. I stared after him across the office, until I noticed someone else's eyes on me. I turned to see Daniel Sousa, my good friend and desk neighbor, staring at me with a raised eyebrow. My smile immediately dropped into a glare.

"Need something, Daniel?"

He shrugged. "Nope. Except maybe an explanation for what the hell is going on with you and Thompson."

"Catch me up on you and Peggy first."

Daniel and I held each others' stares for a few beats, then Daniel held out his hand.

"Agree to both drop it?"

"Agreed."

I shook his hand and we nodded to each other, then turned back to our own work. Tonight would be interesting, to say the least, but on the bright side, none of my lovely judgy friends would have a front row seat to Thompson and I dancing around each other this time.

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"Fresh cup of coffee, hot off the pot."

I made a show of squinting suspiciously at the coffee mug as Jack walked over and set it down in front of me. The last of the day-shift agents had left about ten minutes ago, which meant Jack and I were officially on our own.

"You can't look at it like that until you've tried it."

I turned my expression on Jack. "I can and will look at it however I want to."

Jack sighed. He walked to his own desk, then pulled his chair across the room to sit next to me. He sat and scooted a little closer, then reached across my desk and slid the coffee mug in front of me. He took a sip of his own mug pointedly.

"Come on. Try it."

I made a big show of sighing dramatically (which made Jack smile), then reached forward to grab the mug. Slowly, I lifted it to my mouth, pausing to sniff it first. The smell alone helped to wake me up, which was a serious blessing.

Jack watched me the entire time until, finally, I tried a sip of the coffee. To my surprise, it tasted amazing. Hands-down some of the best coffee I'd ever had. My eyebrows shot up, and I turned to look at Jack in surprise. He had a smug smile on his face.

"Not bad, huh?"

I took another sip of the coffee, and my eyes immediately narrowed.

"There is no way you made this," I said. Jack pretended to look offended, leaning back in his chair and placing a hand over his heart.

"Excuse me? Sweetheart, I'm insulted that-"

"Jack, that coffee pot is old as shit and has been used by literally every person in the office since before the war. There is no way anyone could make coffee this good in it."

Jack cleared his throat and looked away, but it wasn't enough to hide the slight blush rising on his neck.

"Jack, come on," I said, leaning forward and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can admit it. Where did you get the coffee from?"

He mumbled something that I couldn't quite hear. I grinned as I leaned in a little closer, until we were basically cheek to cheek, and I reached my arm all the way around his shoulders.

"Say that one more time?"

"I went out to your favorite coffee shot and got it," he said, finally straightening up. The space between us grew again, but as my hand fell away from his shoulders, he caught it in his own hand and held it. "I left twenty minutes ago to pick up two cups for us, alright?"

I just stared at him in shock. He stared back, and for one of only a handful of times that I'd seen, he stared back without any hint of posturing.

"Jack, that's actually... that's really sweet," I finally managed to say. He sighed through his nose and looked down at our hands. Slowly, almost absently, he entwined our fingers, then at last looked up at me again.

"I don't think I've exactly been hiding the fact that I have a thing for you, Y/L/N. And at the risk of making this whole night incredibly awkward for the both of us..." he paused and cleared his throat, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. "I wanted to ask if you'd like to get dinner with me this weekend, when we're both off."

I sighed. Now it was my turn to stare at our hands, but unlike Jack, I didn't look up as I started speaking.

"Jack, I just... I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" he asked, leaning in and gripping my hand a little tighter. "Every time I flirt with you, you flirt back. But every time I ask you to go do something, you say no. I just... I don't get it, Y/N. Are you not really interested?"

I took a deep breath as I forced myself to meet his eyes. Our faces were only inches apart, and I hated the way it made my heart race.

"You're very handsome, Jack, and charming. But I like our relationship as it is right now."

"Well I don't!" Jack paused, taking a few beats to collect himself, and when he looked up at me again he seemed more genuinely upset than he'd ever been in front of me. "Y/N, I have never felt about someone the way I feel about you. You think I normally walk ten blocks to get a girl her favorite kind of coffee?"

"Jack-"

"Listen, if you don't feel the same way about me, that's fine. I'll find a way to deal with that. But I need to hear you say it. I can't deal with this constant flirting and only flirting anymore."

I pulled my hand out of Jack's and instead ran it through my hair as I stared at anything in the room but him. I did not ever want to have this conversation, especially not in the middle of my first time working the night shift, but Jack was right. I owed him the truth.

"I'm sorry for stringing you along," I started. From my peripheral, I could see Jack tense. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you."

"But?"

"But... I don't know, Jack. I just don't think I can do it. It drives me crazy, because sometimes, you're the sweetest person I've ever met. You're getting me coffee and we're in the field working like a well-trained unit, back to back, and you have these moments where everything else fades away and it feels like I can see your heart shining through your words and your eyes and then..."

I took a deep breath and deflated as I let it out.

"And then other times you're telling Peggy to take the lunch orders and do your filing. And you're acting like this arrogant douchebag swaggering around the office and listening to absolutely no one, and I hate it. That part of you, Jack... I can't do it. I can't date somebody who spends so much of their time acting like that. No matter how much I like everything else about them."

Jack took a long, deep breath as he sat back in his chair. He stared off at some distant point in the office, slowly nodding his head as he worked through everything I'd told him. I didn't push him for an answer. I just waited to hear what he might have to say.

"How about this," he finally said, leaning forward in his chair and resting his arms on his knees as he looked at me, nothing but sincerity in his face. "You give me... a week. To get my act together a little bit. If you like what you see, we go to dinner next weekend. If you don't... then I'll drop it."

"Jack... you can't completely change your personality just because you want to go on a date with me."

"It's not completely changing my personality. It's called growth, Sousa talks about it all the time. Besides, you said yourself there were parts of who I am, maybe even the majority, that you actually liked... right?"

I noticed a hint of self-doubt creeping into Jack's expression, and I couldn't help my heart melting.

"Right... Okay, why not. We'll give it a try. But I don't want you pretending to be somebody you're not or stifling the comments for next week and next week only-"

Jack fixed me with a look that said Really? and it stopped me mid-sentence.

"Y/N. You're an SSR agent with one of the best bullshit meters I've ever seen. I think we both know it'll take you about two seconds to call me out if I'm not being genuine."

I grinned. "Damn right."

We shared a laugh, and some of the tension in the room seemed to melt away. After a beat, Jack cleared his throat and sat up straight, moving his chair just slightly further away from mine.

"Well, now that we've dealt with that..." he started. I smiled. "We should probably start taking care of some of this shit Krzeminski let pile up while he was spending the day eating his lunch and making bad coffee."

"Looks like it's a lot of filing. Why don't you take care of it and I'll hold down the fort in here?"

Jack shot me a look that clearly said he knew exactly what I was doing. Still, to his credit, he grabbed the files and stood.

"If you don't see me in an hour, it means I drowned under the piles of paperwork Carter and Sousa let pile up in there every time I told one of them to file something for me."

"I'll tell the reporters the karma got you," I said, shooting Jack a wink. He just chuckled and headed back into the filing room. Obviously it was way too early to actually call anything, but I couldn't help being a little hopeful at the attitude shift he'd already made.

After tonight, maybe we were finally on the path to the more loveable side of loveable asshole. And if so, I absolutely couldn't wait for our date next weekend.

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adoranoia · 1 year

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y’know how i put a tl;dr of my general hcs for yuri in one big hc dump to expand on later? well, i’m doing it again, this time with miss sayori–let’s do this, yall!

*her parents are actually lovely ppl, (unlike yuri’s rip), it’s just their situation sucks, you know? i’ll make a more fleshed out post abt this later, but. well, tl;dr ???– *her dad is. very sick, he’d been in-and-out of hospitals for varying periods of time, eventually settling with home visits/care instead. which leaves her mom, often out working til the late at night and generally stressed out as she tries to keep a roof over her families heads, and pay medical bills in the same breath. *and that’s probably a big reason why sayori is. the way she is, bc she’s used to putting on that happy/brave face around her family, considering their situation. both to try and help them, and also to not stress any of them out further tbh?

*her love of literature surprisingly started young–telling scary stories at sleepovers, reading fairytales, playing pretend, making silly ocs, etc etc. she’s rlly good at improv + quickly brainstorming ideas, and. nowadays, she’s really into dnd and similar things. *she has a dnd group that has sessions online, since that was easier on her w/ her depression. but even that’s too much for her sometimes, she tries, though.

*since her room is on the second floor, when she wants to relax/be alone with her thoughts, she’ll climb out her window and sit on the bit of the roof underneath. *when her and MC were kids, they’d sit out there together and stargaze, but they haven’t done that in… years. but sayori still remembers it, and thinks of it fondly. *collects a lot of little enamel pins, stickers, action figures, and comic books! probably has a ita schoolbag and a flip phone with a cutesy charm attached.

*has a goldfish named ‘kerria’, her and MC rescued (by which i mean stole) them from a kingyo sukui booth at a festival when they were kids, around ten or so. *it was getting late, so the booth was getting taken down for the day, and there was only one (1) fish left, and. sayori was worried abt what would happen to them, so! she scooped them into a fish bag, while MC kept the stall keeper distracted. *let’s be real if they had just asked the guy about it, they most likely would’ve gotten the fish with a lot less fuss, but. hey, it’s a fun memory at least, ok…

*sayori was on the track team throughout junior high, but backed out before entering senior high, both bc of a low point in her depression + being stressed out in general. she spent the next few years hopping from club 2 club, trying 2 find somewhere she belonged once again. *but, well. she’d always end up getting kicked out after a few days, if she wasn’t outright turned away because of that unlucky reputation. *almost setting the cooking club on fire, trying to act out a scene and accidentally hitting s/b while gesturing in the drama club, tripping and falling into some of the newly finished pieces in the art club, etc etc. *she was. tbh, ready to just give up and attend the go home club instead, when monika suddenly approached her about the newly forming literature club! 👀👀👀

*sayori has a habit of doodling on anything she can get her hands on, her desk, her schoolwork, her skin, etc etc. she finds the action of scribbling away v relaxing. *it’s a good way 2 keep her mind off whatever might be bothering her, and it keeps her fidgety hands busy, y'know? her art is pretty decent too, round, cartoony and colorful, wouldn’t look out of a place in a kid’s book or something, to be honest! *being a comic book fan, she also draws her own sometimes, short ones mostly starring herself and her clubmates, about any misadventures they might have! *there’s def one abt the ‘wine incident’……………………………………………..

*sayori taught herself how 2 play ukulele as a tween, but her interest and will to practice slowly fizzled out as she got older. until recently that is, she’s started playing again w/ support from a certain club president! *sometimes, when one of them is having a particularly bad day, sayori and monika will skip class and hang out in the school’s music room, play s/t together, and talk about whatever comes to mind.

*sayori’s feelings on monika post-game (in the good ending) are… complicated, esp after becoming club president and dealing w/ all the self-aware stuff first hand. like, she understands it, in a way? *is she still mad/upset? obviously, they were friends, or at least sayori thought they were, but monika still… y'know. but after becoming club president herself? she gets it! because it kinda sucks! like a lot! so, cool motive, still shitty, but sayori does forgive monika in the end. *but, also: she isn’t sure if her forgiveness would even mean anything to monika, bc. does she still see them as ‘just code’, or what? i mean she brought them back for a reason, but… who knows. sayori hopes it’d make her feel a little better, at least. she misses her sometimes.

*she likes video games, even if she doesn’t play them as often as MC, she WILL kick ur ass in super smash bros + mario kart, and likes animal crossing. also, there’s an arcade in town, she’s the highest score on a lot of their games. *learning to bake from natsuki, but still can’t cook worth a damn–can and will eat breakfast stuff 4 every meal if u let her. (also rlly likes cheap gas station slushies) *has lots of little rituals, like not stepping on sidewalk cracks, sorting candy by colors before eating them, making wishes @ 11:11, etc etc. it might seem silly to others, but it rlly does bother her when she can’t complete them for w/e reason. *likes making braided bracelets bc she finds the repetitive task calming, has most def made the rest of the club + MC ofc friendship bracelets, all in their 'main color’. (blue for her, green for monika, pink for natsuki, purple for yuri, and red for MC.)

*sayori is a earring bisexual, has lots of funky ones she switches them out everyday or so, having special pairs for holidays and such.she often makes a lot of them herself, with her crafty skillz™.

#* && OOC #* && SAYORI /// ALOOF; KOOKY !#my fave gorl..................#illness tw #long post tw

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pheita · 1 year

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A congress, a playful cover, and an accidental epiphany Part 7

New Week, New Part. I was so deep into writing this I overlooked the fact it became too long for one post because of all the set ups for the things that follow. So Part 8 will be posted fast.

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After the excessively long panel discussion, Tali had been glad they still had time to pack their suitcases in peace and stretch their legs and get changed for the evening. While she had been getting a snack, she had seen that there would also be a karaoke station during the party and couldn't help but laugh at how all the scientists would try their hand at singing. So, the evening would definitely be fun. She didn't think anyone had that much humor, but it would be able to distract her from everything else. Slowly, she didn't know what to make of Constantine. Again and again in the last twenty-four hours, she had the feeling that Zoe was right, and his suggestion was perhaps also unconsciously somewhat self-interested. Tali was sure he wasn't just seeking physical contact because Melinda could be around, and the strange silence in the morning when Rafael joined them was also unusual for him. She faltered at the thought of Rafael. He was nice, charming, polite, and basically everything pretty much any woman could want. There had been no mistaking that he had something against the way Melinda acted, and the way he made sure she was okay, too, puzzled her. Knowing that Constantine was going to get a few more things for the boys' night out with his brother, Tali walked around the hotel room only half-dressed and put everything she could already pack back into the suitcase. Only the things for the evening, the clothes for the next day and sleeping clothes remained outside.

Music was playing over her PC, her hair up and only in her underwear, she stood with her back half to the door, contemplating if she had everything so far, when the rustling of bags made her sit up and take notice. Tali looked at the door and found a petrified Constantine still standing right at the door. Fortunately, he had at least closed the door. For what felt like an eternity they both looked at each other like the deer in the headlights, both being the deer, then Tali sprinted off to the side and grabbed the dress she was about to put on before disappearing into the bathroom. The impulse to bang her head against the wall was only held back by the fact that her mind was occupied with the way Constantine had looked at her. That wasn't the look of a man accidentally seeing his colleague in her underwear, it was something else and that something else was making her feel hot again. She leaned against the cold tile hoping it would provide some relief. The memory of his hands on her waist and legs still too fresh in her mind as to not join the countless other hugs, touches and kisses that had by now brought her to the brink of insanity. Even if she had not been proud of it, but only in the morning she had taken advantage of the short waiting time and the fact that they had split up to get a little relief, but that was clearly not possible now. She took a few deep breaths in and out. She had managed to spend time with Constantine before without exploding, so she would survive the evening no matter how much her hormones went crazy and the animal part of her would love to grab Constantine and fuck him until the next morning in any way possible, no matter how the room looked afterwards. The careful knock on the bathroom door brought Tali out of her thoughts. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, everything's fine. Just give me a moment."

She quickly pulled the dress on and ran her hands over the fabric to see if it had wrinkled too much, then came out. There was still shame written all over Constantine's face. It was something different that he was blushing and not her. "You look beautiful," he blurted out. Tali could only mutter an embarrassed "Thank you" as she walked past him. She had hoped a little that he thought she looked pretty in it, but with everything that had been in the last few days, she could only semi-enjoy it. It was just a simple dress in a dark terracotta tone that went down to her calf and had blue, yellow and red flower embroidery along the V-shaped neckline, as well as on the wide half-length sleeves. Together with the black leather belt she had borrowed from Nura, it should fit for the evening. "Constantine? I'm all ready to go. I'll go down and wait for you in the foyer." "All right. I'll be there as soon as I can, too." She slipped on her wedge sandals and shut down the PC. The food at the restaurant would be on the room's bill anyway and the party was paid for by the organizer so all she had to do was take her phone and key card. Amused, she chuckled at finding a use for the clutch she had received as a gift years ago. The stream of other attendees was already slowly making its way toward the foyer. Some used the time to get something to eat in the harbor or to talk with colleagues. "Thought I saw you." Rafael's disarming smile appeared in her field of vision. "Rafe! I thought you'd be roaming the haven." Elegantly, he extended his arm to her and escorted her to a vacant sitting area. "I'll do that later. I'm waiting for my uncle, who is also here. We were going to visit a relative, but it seems my uncle once again forgot to set the alarm for his nap." "Your uncle?" They sat down on the comfortable sofa, Rafael making sure he sat in such a way that he could react immediately in case something might happen. "Yeah, he's ... kind of all over the place," he laughed sheepishly, "But one of my sisters lives in town, so we wanted to take advantage of the circumstance. Especially after she became a mother just a few months ago." Tali couldn't help a small, delighted squeak. "Curious about the new family member?" There was something sheepish in Rafael's smile as he glanced to the side. He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind Tali's ear. "Also, but mostly making sure Maya doesn't kill her partners. Neal and Samuel are a pair unto themselves and to this day I wonder how that even works with the three of them. Either Maya wants to run away, or Sam, or she wants to beat everyone to a pulp, or Neal solves everything with fight training, charm, or chocolate. On the other hand, it doesn't really work any differently with my parents." Although he laughed, Tali felt as if that was what was bothering Rafael. She put a hand gently on his and looked at him questioningly. "Something like a family curse?" "Mhmm, at least on the nymph side." Silence reigned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Rafael's head jerked toward her and grinned. "What's it like on your end?" "What, I don't understand." "We're mystical beings, our families are definitely different. How bad is yours?" The memory of her mother's birthday surprise from the year before came flooding back to Tali. "So bad... I'm sorry." "That's okay," she muttered.

Her clutch was clearly more interesting right now than Rafael. "Rafael, would you please stop imitating your father. Your sister is waiting." "I'm coming, Mark." Deliberately slow, Rafael stood up and leaned down to her once more with a smirk. "I hope to see you at the party later." There was something strangely intimate about the way he stood in front of her in such a way that Tali didn't know where to really look. The next moment Rafael turned and walked over to his uncle, who was standing a few steps away, just shaking his head in amusement. She was still trying to recover from that when Constantine appeared next to the seating area and scowled at Rafael. She almost thought he was jealous, but that would have required Constantine to have deeper feelings for her first. "Are you alright?" He reached out his hand to help her up. "Yeah, don't worry. I just can't figure him out." The lack of answer and the scowl still on his face told her that Constantine didn't trust Rafael for some reason, even though he clearly wasn't working with Melinda. She squeezed his hand as she stood up and used the momentum to fall into him with a smile. "Don't think about him, or Melinda. The week is almost over. Weren't we going to have dinner?" "Are you starving?" "If we don't leave soon, yes. A smirk drove away the scowl. "I saw today's special is lamb." Hungrily, she giggled. "Are you trying to seduce me?" His hand landed on her back. "No, but it's good to know that lamb is a good remedy." Tali stumbled over her feet when she heard that and Constantine stopped, as if he couldn't believe what he had just said. They looked at each other and started laughing.

There were things Tali had expected for the evening, but there were things she could not be prepared for, as she was able to discover. The meal had been delicious and relaxed. Somehow she even forgot what a mess Melinda had made of everything the last few days and how Rafael had confused her or the awkward moment just before. The little voice warning her of the emotional down fall that would inevitably come over the weekend, she simply ignored and enjoyed just spending time with Constantine that had nothing to do with work. As they slowly strolled from the restaurant to the hall, the first attempts at the karaoke machine could already be heard, but Tali had not been prepared for the fact that some colleagues would besiege Constantine that he should sing. So now she stood at the bar, waiting for her wine and watching Constantine go through the selection of songs as if it was a science project. As soon as the last bars of the song had faded out from the previous one, he went to the microphone and entered the number of the song he had chosen. Tali was amazed. For reasons she couldn't name herself, she wouldn't have thought he knew pop music, and even less that he would choose a song by Maroon 5. Giggling, she took a sip of wine when her glass finally came, only to choke when Constantine sang. For all she knew, she never thought he had such a smooth soft voice. Taken by his voice and presence, Tali could only stare at the small stage as if Constantine were a siren and not a wind elemental. His rendition of Daylight almost seemed as if he was singing it to Tali, and it was only the buzzing of her phone that brought her out of her enchantment. A quick glance told her it was just her mother asking her to let her know when they were leaving the next morning so she would know when she would be there.

Constantine joined her just as she put the phone away again. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just my mom." He gave her a sympathetic look and took his wine for a sip. There was no mistaking that he was using the moment to look for Melinda. "I didn't know you liked karaoke." "Singing yes, karaoke less so. But it's part of these conventions, in a strange way, and as you could see there's a secret list of who sings well. I consider myself more of a dancer, though." "I'll be happy to judge that." The image of her and Constantine dancing closely in her mind, Tali took another sip and tried not to giggle. As she set the glass back down she noticed Melinda in a corner, half obscured by shadow, and sighed. "You found her." "In your back, staring at me, that I wouldn't be surprised if her eyes turned red and she was about to breathe fire." Her elaboration made him laugh. "That would be something I'd almost pay money for if it weren't for Melinda." "Constantine!" Playfully horrified, Tali leaned back a little. An amused smirk on his face, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Surprised?" "A little." He gave an impulse for her to turn around. Turning, he stepped closer, and Tali didn't know if it was the wine or his proximity, but she felt warm and a little drunk. Still in the spin, he stepped closer to her and placed a hand on her belly as he leaned down a little toward her. "See that group of men there at the table, talking peacefully? As the evening goes on, they're going to start arguing about some little thing to the point where you have to remove them from the room, and in the end, they won't know what they were arguing about." Her gaze roughly followed his line of sight, and she found a group of five men. Gently, he pushed her face to the left.

"Those two there will flirt more and more with each drink and disappear after the fourth wine at the latest, like they do every year.... Or those two there, half in mystical form? From experience, it's another hour before they start measuring their strength." "This happens every time?" asked Tali quietly. It was hard to concentrate on his words when he was standing so close. "Every time anew, as if in a time loop. It's nice from that point of view that you're here today." "Is it?" She glanced back at him. Though he was smiling, his jaw was clearly grinding, and his gaze seemed to be locked on her lips. Her whole body tingled at the sight. Unconsciously, she stuck her chin out at him a tiny bit. "Yes, that's it. You're definitely more interesting than the same old arguments, and far too smart to be a part of something like that." "Says the man who almost ended up in a fistfight at his first convention," laughed a deep male voice. Tali growled. They both looked around to the back, where the voice was coming from. Constantine laughed out loud and shook his head. "I should have known you'd be here. Tali, this is Michael Reizin. He was sort of my mentor." "If you can even guide a free spirit like you," Michael scolded, extending his hand to Tali, "But I see you've finally found someone who can keep up with you." "Free spirit?" asked Tali with a laugh as she extended her hand to Michael with a sideways glance at Constantine. "There's no other way to call his order." "That's quite true." Constantine looked back and forth between the two with a startled face. "Are you ganging up on me so fast?" Fatherly, Michael slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm just stating facts." Tali kissed Constantine on the cheek with a giggle. "I'll leave you two alone for a moment then." Michael's laughter accompanied her as she disappeared toward the restrooms to collect herself a bit after being so disturbed. She was sure Constantine would have kissed her if Michael hadn't intervened and she had to process that first.

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y’know how i put a tl;dr of my general hcs for yuri in one big hc dump to expand on later? well, i’m doing it again, this time with miss sayori–let’s do this, yall! <3

>her parents are actually lovely ppl, (unlike yuri’s rip), it’s just their situation sucks, you know? i’ll make a more fleshed out post abt this later, but. well, tl;dr ???– >her dad is. very sick, he’d been in-and-out of hospitals for varying periods of time, eventually settling with home visits/care instead. which leaves her mom, often out working til the late at night and generally stressed out as she tries to keep a roof over her families heads, and pay medical bills in the same breath. >and that’s probably a big reason why sayori is. the way she is, bc she’s used to putting on that happy/brave face around her family, considering their situation. both to try and help them, and also to not stress any of them out further tbh?

>her love of literature surprisingly started young–telling scary stories at sleepovers, reading fairytales, playing pretend, making silly ocs, etc etc. she’s rlly good at improv + quickly brainstorming ideas, and. nowadays, she’s really into dnd and similar things. >she has a dnd group that has sessions online, since that was easier on her w/ her depression. but even that’s too much for her sometimes, she tries, though.

>since her room is on the second floor, when she wants to relax/be alone with her thoughts, she’ll climb out her window and sit on the bit of the roof underneath. >when her and MC were kids, they’d sit out there together and stargaze, but they haven’t done that in… years. but sayori still remembers it, and thinks of it fondly. >collects a lot of little enamel pins, stickers, action figures, and comic books! probably has a ita schoolbag and a flip phone with a cutesy charm attached.

>has a goldfish named ‘kerria’, her and MC rescued (by which i mean stole) them from a kingyo sukui booth at a festival when they were kids, around ten or so. >it was getting late, so the booth was getting taken down for the day, and there was only one (1) fish left, and. sayori was worried abt what would happen to them, so! she scooped them into a fish bag, while MC kept the stall keeper distracted. >let’s be real if they had just asked the guy about it, they most likely would’ve gotten the fish with a lot less fuss, but. hey, it’s a fun memory at least, ok…

>sayori was on the track team throughout junior high, but backed out before entering senior high, both bc of a low point in her depression + being stressed out in general. she spent the next few years hopping from club 2 club, trying 2 find somewhere she belonged once again. >but, well. she’d always end up getting kicked out after a few days, if she wasn’t outright turned away because of that unlucky reputation. >almost setting the cooking club on fire, trying to act out a scene and accidentally hitting s/b while gesturing in the drama club, tripping and falling into some of the newly finished pieces in the art club, etc etc. >she was. tbh, ready to just give up and attend the go home club instead, when monika suddenly approached her about the newly forming literature club! 👀👀👀

>sayori has a habit of doodling on anything she can get her hands on, her desk, her schoolwork, her skin, etc etc. she finds the action of scribbling away v relaxing. >it’s a good way 2 keep her mind off whatever might be bothering her, and it keeps her fidgety hands busy, y'know? her art is pretty decent too, round, cartoony and colorful, wouldn’t look out of a place in a kid’s book or something, to be honest! >being a comic book fan, she also draws her own sometimes, short ones mostly starring herself and her clubmates, about any misadventures they might have! >there’s def one abt the 'wine incident’……………………………....................

>sayori taught herself how 2 play ukulele as a tween, but her interest and will to practice slowly fizzled out as she got older. until recently that is, she’s started playing again w/ support from a certain club president! >sometimes, when one of them is having a particularly bad day, sayori and monika will skip class and hang out in the school’s music room, play s/t together, and talk about whatever comes to mind.

>sayori’s feelings on monika post-game (in the good ending) are… complicated, esp after becoming club president and dealing w/ all the self-aware stuff first hand. like, she understands it, in a way? >is she still mad/upset? obviously, they were friends, or at least sayori thought they were, but monika still… y'know. but after becoming club president herself? she gets it! because it kinda sucks! like a lot! so, cool motive, still shitty, but sayori does forgive monika in the end. >but, also: she isn’t sure if her forgiveness would even mean anything to monika, bc. does she still see them as ‘just code’, or what? i mean she brought them back for a reason, but… who knows. sayori hopes it’d make her feel a little better, at least. she misses her sometimes.

>she likes video games, even if she doesn’t play them as often as MC, she WILL kick ur ass in super smash bros + mario kart, and likes animal crossing. also, there’s an arcade in town, she’s the highest score on a lot of their games. >learning to bake from natsuki, but still can’t cook worth a damn–can and will eat breakfast stuff 4 every meal if u let her. (also rlly likes cheap gas station slushies) >has lots of little rituals, like not stepping on sidewalk cracks, sorting candy by colors before eating them, making wishes @ 11:11, etc etc. it might seem silly to others, but it rlly does bother her when she can’t complete them for w/e reason. >likes making braided bracelets bc she finds the repetitive task calming, has most def made the rest of the club + MC ofc friendship bracelets, all in their 'main color’. (blue for sayori, green for monika, pink for natsuki, purple for yuri, and red for MC.)

>sayori is a earring gay, she has lots of funky ones she switches out everyday or so, having special pairs for holidays and such. she often makes a lot of them herself, with her crafty skillz(tm).

#* && OOC #* && SAYORI /// ALOOF; KOOKY !#my fave gorl..................#illness tw #long post tw

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fic claims!

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1. It’s less than a week before Christmas and Eddie is stressed; Christopher is having Santa doubts, Eddie’s practically promised him a nigh impossible to find Christmas present, and he’s agreed to host Christmas dinner for his girlfriend Ana’s parents despite his less than great culinary skills. But then Abuela comes to town, bringing with her Buck, who she believes was brought into their lives by fate. He’s a cook, on his way to start a new restaurant job, but his connecting flight has been cancelled due to snow, and Abuela insists on Eddie inviting him to stay with them. Over the course of the next few days, Buck slots into their lives like they’d been holding a place for him, teaching Eddie to cook, bonding with Christopher, and feeling like he’s at home for maybe the first time in his life. Real feelings develop between the two of them, but Eddie is convinced he needs to stick it out with Ana, and on Christmas Eve she convinces Buck he’s overstayed his welcome, so he goes to the airport to catch an early flight the next day. When Eddie wakes Christmas morning and discovers what happened, he realizes he’s been making all the wrong choices, and he needs to chase his own happiness, so he breaks up with Ana, chases Buck down at the airport, and gets his happily ever after.

2. Newspaper journalists Evan Buckley has one goal, get off the entertainment desk and into investigative reporting, but in order to do that he’ll need a big break. When he gets assigned to travel the small country of Aldovia for the supposed coronation of its new king, he’s expecting yet another puff piece. Everyone knows the wild Prince Edmundo Diaz isn’t ready to take the throne, after getting caught participating in an illegal fighting ring over a year ago he dropped off the map, but after the death of his father, the prince must either rise to the occasion or abdicate the throne. When a chance encounter at the palace offers Buck a glimpse of what’s really going on he knows the real story is far more complicated than it seems and if he can be the one to break it, his career will be set in stone. Going undercover as the young Christopher Diaz’s new tutor seems like the logical choice, but things get complicated as he gets to know the Diaz family, and Evan soon realizes some secrets, have the power to shake nations.

3. Evan Buckley has always been a bit of a wild child, but when he goes a little too far at his father's annual company Christmas party, he thinks his father might actually be serious about cutting him off this time. He's got one last chance to prove to his parents he's more than a hopeless screwup: his father tasks him with traveling to the small town he grew up in to deliver a letter to his old friend, a Christmas tradition that represents faithfulness and responsibility (or something like that--Evan was kind of hungover). Snow Falls is everything Evan has NEVER wanted...but he can't deny there's a certain charm to the place. Or maybe it's just the innkeeper, Eddie Diaz, and his adorable son that are charming. As Evan slowly comes to realize maybe everything he's been looking for all his life is right in front of him, complications arise in the form of a massive snowstorm, an even more massive misunderstanding...and oh yeah, his fiancee Taylor.

4. After her mother’s death, Pepa decides to sell the Díaz family panadería, once known for their magical gingerbread that has since lost its touch. Eddie is working as a lawyer in New York, and Buck is living with his parents and younger brother after he quit his job as a paralegal in Colorado two years ago and began searching for his calling. Pepa, since Eddie is in New York and Buck is still job hunting, asks Buck to help her sell the bakery. When Eddie learns that his tía is selling the panadería, he decides to work remotely until the end of the year to spend one last Christmas at the bakery he spent his childhood in. He also joins in on the sale with his experience as an acquisitions lawyer and as a Díaz, and him and Buck begin to work together on the sale. Throughout the process, Eddie realizes where he’s supposed to be, Buck figures out what he wants to do with his life, and the magic in the gingerbread mysteriously sparks again.

5. When Eddie Diaz hits a strange man in funny armor with his car a week before Christmas, he doesn't expect to find himself playing host to an oddly dressed, surprisingly formal, incredible handsome stranger until he recovers. Christopher starts to bond with the man, who claims to be a medieval knight, but Eddie is still wary of the disarmingly innocent Sir Evan of Buckley. As the two become close, Eddie starts to fall for Evan, kissing him under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve, but it turns out that Evan's true purpose here was completed, and he would have to go back to his own time. The two regretfully part, Eddie not willing to trap Evan there, and Evan needing to go back to find what happened of his sister. When Evan rides into the firehouse atop his horse the next morning, it turns out that everything ends happily ever after.

6. After realizing his family members have all made plans for Christmas without him, Carlos makes a snap decision to exchange his home for the holidays with a stranger in New York City who has unfinished business in Austin, Texas: Owen Strand. In New York, Carlos unwittingly stumbles across Owen’s son sleeping off a 24-hour shift in the one-bedroom apartment where Carlos is supposed to stay. Once Carlos and TK work out there’s been a misunderstanding, Carlos decides to create a misunderstanding of his own: all of the pictures of TK introducing Carlos to the sights of New York and Hanukkah with his mom make him seem like the perfect boyfriend Carlos' family missed their chance on meeting. Meanwhile, Owen explores what could have been if he'd taken that job to rebuild a fire station that still might need his help.

7. Snowy winters in Northern Minnesota and Bobby’s roasted chestnuts should be the postcard perfect holidays Maddie always wanted. But it’s hard to feel heartwarmed when she can’t quite bring herself to say “love” to her brother, even if it's just about a cup of coffee. She could use a break, somewhere sunny sounds nice. Athena is not, as Hen suggests, “too independent for her own good”. Working over the Christmas period while the kids are out of town is an obvious way to fill in the hours. As for May’s ridiculous suggestion of a house exchange, Athena’s a police sergeant in LA, she knows that ends badly. But when Maddie and Athena swap houses for the holidays, they get more than just a change of scenery, they get the opportunity to redefine love and family.

8. TK needs a fresh start after a failed marriage proposal, Carlos needs to be back near family after trying to raise his niece 3 hours away after the sudden death of her mother, his older sister; call it faith or divine intervention, but they end up in the same city. TK is trying to get his life back on track, all while catching the eye of a hot single "father". Carlos not only has to adjust to parenthood overnight, but to supporting his niece who hasn't spoken a word since her mother died. It might be fate, or the doing of a quiet little mouse (or both), but the two keep running into each other, both on and off the job. Can they juggle a relationship while accepting both their own baggage and each other's?

9. Eddie the photographer receives a wooden advent calendar by Abuela during the Christmas season. Eddie meets Ana on the same day, and Buck, his best friend comes back. The items in the calendar relate to what happens each day and Eddie thinks its going to lead him to Ana. when things with her fizzle out he gets frustrated and gives it to the auction his friends are hosting but abuela gives it back. buck ends up being the person the calendar was pointing to, which Eddie realizes when buck reveals a studio he bought for the two of them to run together. they get together then and have a big Christmas party in the new space with their friends.

10. Evan Buckley is a copy editor who dreams of travelling the world but is stuck in both his job and his relationship. After seeing photos taken by the now reclusive former pro-snowboarder Eddie Diaz, Buck decides to try and find him, hoping that it will help Buck win a travel writing competition. Buck travels to the resort where it's known that Eddie has hidden himself away and, upon meeting Eddie, proceeds to butt heads with him. It doesn't take long for them both to discover that they are hiding behind excuses but, just as they're starting to find their way together, Buck's article is completed and it's time for him to leave...

11. Bakery owner Buck meets Eddie, a widower who just moved to town with his young son Christopher, when he calls the bakery to put in a cookie order for the annual Christmas festival. As Buck and Eddie strike up a friendship over the phone, Buck finds himself growing closer and closer to Eddie despite never having met in person. Meanwhile, Eddie keeps running into the same friendly stranger around town as Eddie and his son try to check everything off their Christmas traditions list. What will happen when Eddie realizes the bakery owner he’s begun falling for and the handsome stranger he keeps running into are the same man?

12. Buck spirals after his recent breakup with Taylor, declines Eddie's invitation to Christmas this year - Eddie is sad and pines. The night before Christmas Day Buck is visited by Abby, Taylor and someone else (who ends up being revealed to be Eddie.) Buck witnesses during the future ghost, Eddie with a man who he met on Christmas Day happy and starting a family together. He is also shown a world where he was never born when he apologises for living. By the end of the visit, Buck realises that it has always been Eddie and gets his act together in time to spend Christmas Day with the Diazes.

13. Buck isn't really sure how he ends up in Colorado, because he always pictured himself as a California guy. He's never loved the snow, he's never been skiing, and he's definitely never renovated an abandoned chalet that was somehow gifted to him by an uncle he never knew. And he really, really never expected to find a family, save a restaurant, and fall head-over-heels in love with Eddie Diaz and his adorable son, but here he is, lamenting his woes and nursing a crush while covered in baking flour and staring into honey-brown eyes that make him feel like he might actually have a home.

14. AU where Buck is flying home to P for Christmas and Eddie is flying to NYC to be with Shannon and Chris with Shannon’s cousins. Buck has just been broken up with by Abby, and Eddie is feeling the strain on his marriage and neither are in the best moods and they immediately find a distaste for each other when their paths cross. Their flight is diverted in Montana due to a blizzard and the two inexplicably end up sharing the last room left in a 50 mile radius. A little Christmas magic helps them grow closer and make them realize that maybe the other person isn’t so bad after all.

15. Buck, a firefighter with commitment issues and a love for fixing up old houses, finds a cat who won't leave him alone. Eddie juggling a job at a pet store, his education to become a veterinarian and being a father to Christopher, and he lives in an apartment where cats aren't allowed. At the same day Buck's casual 'girlfriend' Taylor gets Eddie fired, Eddie gets evicted and Buck, feeling bad, offers the three of them a place to stay. They grow closer (and so do the cats of course) but Buck's commitment issues rear their head and he messes up. In the end everything gets fixed!

16. Buck’s fine. Okay, so maybe quitting his boring job in a blaze of anger and moving to the sleepy town where his sister now lives isn’t exactly what most people would consider fine, but it’s working for him so far. He’s got a new job (even if being a mall Santa isn’t the most glamorous of positions) and a place to live (even if it is just Maddie’s pullout couch). By all accounts and purposes, he’s doing - okay. Great, even. That is, until he offers to help the single dad down the street fix up his home in time for Christmas. Then it starts getting complicated.

17. Buck is the newest wedding planner at the 118 and he has been waiting to prove himself as a wedding planner. Getting to plan the wedding of Taylor Kelly is his shot, he just didn't count on it sending him to a small town in search of a rare flower or meeting Eddie Diaz and his adorable son Christopher. Buck just might find his own happily ever after. Since his divorce Eddie has focused on raising his son Christopher and hasn't cared about romance until he meets Buck and he can't help but fall for the handsome man.

18. Maddie has just gotten engaged to Doug and they're about to head home to Pennsylvania for the holidays when he ditches her, leaving her heartbroken. Instead of telling her parents the truth, knowing that they would put her down for the breakup, Maddie's best friend Josh tells her about his roommate - a struggling actor named Chimney who would be happy to fill in for Doug. Only neither Maddie nor Chimney could have expected for their fake relationship to become real over the course of the trip.

19. The dreary old castle deep in the forest was the home to more than dust and memories. According to the tales spread around the village, the castle was also home to an animal, a monster, a beast. Carlos didn’t truly believe any of it until something saved him from a pack of wolves. If there was any truth to the stories, he could only imagine how lonely the castle could be. With the holidays coming, he set off for the castle, hoping to bring a little bit of cheer to the beast inside.

20. A Hanukkah twist: Carlos, an investigative journalist, finds a note addressed to 'TK', from Captain Strand. With the Captain in a coma after an accident, he journeys to find 'TK' and deliver the note. He meets eight people (for eight nights), and each one tells him a little more about 'TK' and Owen. The ninth person (Shamash), is 'TK'. Title: Mi Yimalel (Hanukkah song that translates to 'Who Can Retell The Things That Befell Us'? I.e. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.)

21. Evan Buckley, trained chef and ice sculptor, has just started his first job at an upscale country club restaurant. Where he runs into Eddie Diaz, a handsome stranger who he had a chance encounter with at a Christmas party years ago. The duo has to learn how to work together, when Eddie signs them up for the club's annual ice sculpting contest against world class chef Athena Grant. The two set out on a mission to win the contest and maybe fall in love on the way to the top.

22. Army Medic Eddie Diaz has been feeling unsure about his time overseas. While awaiting the chance to go back home after an ambush, he receives a Christmas card from a well wisher. Instead of the usual 'thank you for your service' spiel, the letter is about wanting the soldier he is writing to focus on staying safe so they can go back home and heal. The letter speaks more about heart than service and it moves Eddie. He has the urge to find this Evan Buckley and reach out.

23. Rivaling for a promotion, journalists Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz get sent to a small town where they are each to write a piece on a once illustrious inn and its rich history. For two talented and overconfident authors, it sounds like an easy assignment - but in between a violent snowstorm, blocked roads, heated stares, and a struggling inn, Buck and Eddie may just have to abandon their rivalry and accept each other as partners.

24. A Royal AU where Buck is the heir to the throne of a small country, but it really isn't something he can himself doing. So he takes some time off to find himself and finds himself in LA and trains to be a firefighter. Of course no one knows about his history since he asked for his records to be sealed, and anyone who has access to it has signed an NDA, and he refuses to divulge. This will be set post Eddie coming to the 118.

25. When Eddie first gets to LA he's looking for a fresh start and finds it at a bookshop. But not everyone is happy he's there. The other guy at the store, Buck, can't stand him. But things are good and they get even better when he develops an unexpected friendship with someone he met online. It's hate at first sight for Buck, but at least he has a really good thing going with this guy he met online.

26. After Eddie quits the 118, his spiral takes him down a path of wondering if Christopher's (and everyone else's) lives would be easier if he'd died in Afghanistan. A guardian angel (Lena hates the title) decides to give Eddie some tough love and show him exactly what he wishes for, with a little help from someone else who's questioning their path (here's a hint: It's TK.)

27. Christopher just wants to help his dad move on. He enters a contest for Christmas wishes and the two of them are thrust into the national spotlight when a rich heiress tries to make Eddie fall in love with her. Meanwhile, Christopher just wants his Dad to fall in love with his best friend and not Miss Flores especially at Christmas time.

28. Evan Buckley needs to get away from his life in LA. When he learns about a new way to vacation, he decides to go to Texas to do so after talking to Adrianna Diaz, who is exhausted by dealing with her family and heads to LA for a vacation. How will these two living in each other's homes affect their holidays? And their lives?

29. Follows the plot points of the movie Heaven Sent, but set within the 9-1-1 universe in early season 3, pre-lawsuit, post tsunami. Established married Buddie who are having marital problems due to their trauma and communication issues. An angel (Christopher) is sent down to help them work it out and make sure they celebrate Christmas.

30. When high powered business man Eddie, and his son Christopher, finally come home for the holidays to convince his grandmother to sell the family ranch, he unexpectedly finds romance with charming ranch hand Buck who’s invested in saving the ranch and returning it to its former winter wonderland glory.

32. Eddie begins dating a man (Buck) who claims to be Santa Claus. In an effort to prove who he is, he gives Chris exactly what he asks for despite not meeting him, and takes Eddie and Chris to the North Pole.

#sorry for the delay on this if anyone was waiting #tumblr ate the scheduled post and i had to remake it from scratch!

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tartglias · 3 years

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General relationship headcanons with genshin boys

“Since it's open, what about general headcanons for the boys? ;0 like what's it like to be with them for a headstart :D”

i was originally going to make six characters, then five, but then i accidentally deleted th draft and had to start all over again. i already feel bad for posting late so i’m sorry it’s just four and not five :( i’ll probably make a part 2 of these soon!!

characters: diluc, kaeya, scaramouche and xiao

Diluc

The beginning of the relationship was slow, painfully slow. So slow that a certain bard and the one and only Cavalry Captain had to step up, since neither of you would make the first step. Both of you were too scared of rejection, so you decided to swallow your feelings and “face” reality.

A few pick up lines over here, a jealousy scene over there, and the result was a very angry and flustered Diluc taking your hand and leading you upstairs for some privacy. It was then and there when he confessed his feelings for you, a sigh of relief leaving him when you reciprocated.

Both of you are private people, so you decided that keeping the relationship away from the public eye would be the best option. Sure, affection was reduced to an extent but that doesn’t mean that the relationship lacks love!

Affection in public meant exchanging soft glances and shy smiles from across the room, interlocking of pinkies and stealing kisses when nobody was looking. Very rarely, when he was feeling wild and desperate, he would drag you to somewhere secluded and push you (gently) to the nearest wall, caging you in between his arms as you wrapped your hands around his waist. Then, he kissed you slow and passionately.

Behind closed doors, the story was different. There wasn’t a single moment in which his hands weren’t touching your skin, or your hands weren’t playing with his hair as you kissed him passionately to compensate for the lost time. A kiss here, a kiss there. Again and again. A kiss for every hour you couldn’t spend together.

You found out about Diluc’s nightly activities rather quickly. It happened on a night in which he came back home slightly injured and breathless. When you questioned him, he simply said that some treasure hoarders ambushed him, but you knew he was lying. You could tell. Diluc soon realized there was no point in lying to you, so he told you his identity as the Darknight Hero.

Overall, your relationship may have started in a messy way, Diluc sometimes wishes he could have confessed in a different and more appropiate way. Your relationship may also be quiet, but quiet doesn’t mean that it lacks love. You both spend late nights and mornings in each others arms whispering sweet nothings. And your relationship may be scary at times, you often feared that he wont come back home one day. But you also know he always does, and you trust him every moment of the day. And he feels the same way. He doesn’t trust people easily, he rarely lets people in. But you are different, you make him feel different. He trusts you more than anything in the world.

Kaeya

It was no secret that Kaeya was a flirt. A few compliments over here, a charming smile over there and that was basically the formula to have most people in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. Most people... except you. With a shy smile and an evident blush on your cheeks you were always fast to dismiss it and laugh it off. “You shouldn’t go saying those things” you used to say.

It started with a desire to make you swoon, it was like a goal for him. But eventually, he caught feelings and you were the one who made him swoon. So one day, he had enough. He wanted to confess and tell you how he actually feels.

And so he did, yet somehow you still thought it was a joke. “Kaeya you can’t say those things as a joke... someone will actually fall for it” you said, looking down at your feet as your heart started beating faster and faster by second. “I’m not joking, y/n. That’s how I truly and deeply feel about you” he said, taking your hand and placing it on his chest so you could feel how fast his heart was beating as well.

The closest word to describe your relationship with Kaeya would be that it was like an adventure, interesting and fun. You’re bored? He would take you to explore interesting (and safe) places he encountered while on his commissions. You’re sad? Nothing like him dragging you to the very top of the Cathedral and hugging you close to him as you both watch the sunset wouldn’t solve.

Kaeya’s kisses can be either quick or desperate and hungry, yet passionate. The first case usually happened whenever you two were in public, though he doesn’t have a problem with PDA. If it were up to him, he would spend every second of the day kissing you. But you’re both busy people so most times one of you is in a hurry. The second case happens when either one of you come home after a long day. It starts slow, maybe a few pecks here and there, but soon enough he picks up the pace. One hand around your waist, keeping you close to his body, and his other hand on your face, deepening the kiss. It always leaves you breathless, and he takes those few seconds you take to catch air to kiss your jaw and neck. He loves you and your body, he could spend a lifetime worshipping it.

Insecurity was somewhat a problem in the relationship, from both sides. On his side, he sometimes worried that you would get tired of him and slip away, just like most people in his life. And on your side, you feared that he would find someone who was braver, prettier and more skilled than you. But at the end of the day, even if there were times in which you argued over this problem, you both would always come home to each other. Nights would be spent in each other’s arms, constantly reassuring each other that you’re both here to stay.

Overall, dating Kaeya isn’t easy. You knew this the moment you both confessed. But it is worth it, no one makes you feel like he does, no one makes you swoon and laugh like him. And no one, and I mean, not a single person in Teyvat, could make Kaeya happier.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche was angry, to say the least. How dare you, a fellow Fatui Harbinger who he had to see almost daily, make his heart beat fast and legs shake? Why was he feeling like this? So stupid?

He thought your confession was part of a game, a dare. He saw you laughing with Childe a few moments before, and not that he would ever admit it, in fact he would rather lose his Vision and die than admit it, but he was a little bit jealous of the scene. He wanted to make you laugh like that, he wanted to make you blush and he wanted to have your heart. The moment you confessed, he was angry. He was sure it was a dare and Childe’s plan to make fun of him, but he quickly regretted it once he saw your sad face. “No, leave” he had said. Your shy smile dropped instantly and you slowly nodded, turning around and starting to walk away. His mouth opened before he could actually stop and think of what to do. “Do you mean it?” he asked. “Do you actually like me? It’s not a dare?” “Why would it be a dare? Scaramouche, I’ve liked you for a while now, everyone knows but you” you said, facing him once again only to find him trying to hide away the strong blush on his face. “Then... I think I like you too” he said, not daring to look at you.

Scaramouche was a harsh and jealous lover, he wanted you for himself. Fights were normal in your relationship, words without real meaning would be thrown at each other all the time. Yet, neither of you walked away. Neither of you verbally apologized for the harsh words either, but instead, you would let your actions apologize for you. Normal fights would be due to his jealousy, you spending a little too much time with Childe or other Harbingers for his liking. Yes, he knows you love him and yes, he knows that he is better than everyone else there. But he also knows he’s not the most liked person among the Fatui, and often worried that you would soon agree with people who said that. After taking a deep breath of air, you would drag him to bed and hold him close to you. His arms around your waist as he snuggled closer to you and buried his face on your neck. You hold him for a few hours while whispering soft promises of love and endless praise, reassuring him that you are not going anywhere anytime soon. “Don’t worry, you’ll have to put up with me for a long, long while” you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way” he whispered back.

Contrary to popular belief and also to his personality, his kisses are soft and unsure. He doesn’t have a lot of experience in this area, so his kisses tend to be short yet soft. Mostly in private as well, since he would rather die than let his underlings see this side of him. He would wrap his arms around your waist, probably as he makes a teasing comment about how desperate you are or how much you probably missed him, and then kissed your lips. He is fascinated by the way your lips feel against his, he gets drunk by the feeling.

Overall, your relationship with Scaramouche is wild, to say the least. One moment you’re yelling at each other, ready to fight and the next one you’re holding him close as he whispered protection promises and kissed your neck. But despite all the problems you both encountered, you’re always there for each other. You rely on him and he relies on you, and that’s enough.

Xiao

“What’s this?” He asked you as you slowly pulled away from him. “A kiss” “Disgusting. Do it again” He said, pulling you back to him with one hand as the other rested on your waist. You smiled through the kiss, and he felt like all his pain and karma vanished. After a while, you pulled away. “Again” he said, chasing your lips before crashing them with his in another soft yet desperate kiss. You giggled and pulled away. “I need to breathe” you said, chuckling at sight of his lips pouting. “Why”

The first time you met, he saved you from treasure hoarders. But before you could thank him, he disappeared. You didn’t know who your savior was, so you tried your best to remember the mask that was on his face. You didn’t see him again, until you found yourself in Wantshu Inn after a long day of commissions far away from your home in Liyue Harbor. You needed rest, but the clear night and stars were calling for you, and before you noticed you were at the top floor of the inn. That’s where you saw him, and for reasons he doesn’t understand, he didn’t leave. He remained sat on the floor, looking at the sky as his legs were hanging from the edge. “Isn’t it pretty? I barely see stars as clear as these back home” you said to the stranger from a close yet appropriate distance. He didn’t reply, he didn’t look at you, but he knew who you were. He remembered you from the time he saved you. Next thing you noticed was the mask that was on the floor next to him. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. “You’re... the one who saved me” you said, shock flooding your face. He rolled his eyes in response, can’t he be left alone? “I never got to thank you so... thank you” you simply said, a soft expression replacing your shocked one.

You started dropping by Wangshu Inn a bit more often, whenever your time and commissions allowed you too. And every time you brought different kinds of foods to offer to Xiao, no one ever telling you that his favorite was Almond Tofu. He found it annoying at first, but soon enough got used to it. The day you brought Almond Tofu though, he almost smiled. Almost. His expressions as he ate the offering didn’t go unnoticed by you, and quickly learnt that it was his favorite.

After a while he started looking forward to your visits, but if someone ever asked him about it, he would just say it wasn’t because of you, it was for the almond tofu offering. You started spending more time with him, even though he barely opened his mouth and you did all the talking. He found you amusing, truly. Something about you, made him feel funny inside. And that scared him.

Your relationship started with a kiss. “Again” he would say. “Again” he would repeat whenever you broke away to breathe. This was new to him, and he knew it was wrong since he is who he is and could harm you at any second, but he was addicted. He was addicted to your kisses, to your touches. He got drunk by the feeling you gave him, not wanting to ever let go. “Let go, let go of them. You’ll only harm them” he kept repeating to himself in his mind, but his body moved by itself, pulling you closer to him. He was addicted, and he knew it was bad.

There weren’t many arguments in your relationship, maybe a few over you taking dangerous commissions, but other than that it was full of affection. Affection used to be a strange concept for Xiao, who once was determined that it’s better for everyone if he stayed away. But then you appeared, and no one ever made him feel the way you did. He started yearning for your touches and he looked forward to you coming back to him so he could kiss you. You were better than any medicine Zonghli could ever give him, you made his pain ease. And as you were wrapped in his arms watching the stars at the top floor of the Inn, he made a promise. A promise of protection and love, he would never let anyone or anything harm you, and even if you die of old age he would still love you for centuries to come, and he will find you again in your next life.

Overall, your relationship with Xiao started slowly, but soon grew more and more with each passing day. He trusts you almost as much as he trusts Rex Lapis, and he would always watch you closely whenever you go out on a commissions. How did you get so lucky?

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