#and others fall in love with him easily that charmer

[tryingtofindava]

Could you write for Teen Michael & Fem reader who's the exact opposite of him (kind, girly, nice, ect..) and they are in a relationship?🥰 Thank you!!

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝! 𝐒/𝟎 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

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THIS MAN LOVES WHEN HIS S/O IS GIRLY!!He just loves total girly girls in general tbh.

He likes that you two are so different from each other, opposites attract ig.

I think he likes girly partners better bcs he gets to call them really feminine pet names.

His pet names would consist of: Darling, Love (He’s British guys, it’s in his blood to call you darling & love.) Baby, Babe, Gorgeous, Angel, Sugar tits. And then they just get progressively worse.

He doesn’t mock you like he does others.

Though, he gets jealous easily. And jealousy with your kindness? Welp, that doesn’t really work well together.

“Babe, I’m telling ya. Justin is a massive prick, why even bother help him with the assignment?”

That’s nothing compared to how he gets when it’s is friends you’re helping…

Michael acts like he doesn’t care about much, but he’s lowkey protective. If someone flirts with you, he’ll get sarcastic, jealous, or flat out step between you and them.

He likes it that you’re always by his side to take care of his injuries. He’s the type of guy to start shit with someone, only to get his ass handed to him. So he likes it when you’re there to clean and kiss the wounds better.

He finds it dead cute when you play games w Elizabeth and Evan. (deadass might give him Abby fever ‘til Evan cries again.)

Take your fake lashes off infront of him, he’ll stare at you like it’s the 1400s and you’ve just committed witchcraft.

He lives off the attention you give him (since he doesn’t get a lotta attention from his parents n shit), he’s a patter merchant for sure.

His idea of a date? Hanging out in the dingy back corner of an arcade, snacking on cheap food, making fun of bad games, and pretending not to be affectionate in public.

He’d take you to the cheap Roller Rink in town, double points if you don’t knowhow to skate and you HAVE to hold his hand the whole time.

He’ll laugh if you fall too. Then feel bad cuz you pout. Then it’s his turn to take care of you if you scrapped a knee!! :D

ALSO SHARES HIS MUSIC WITH YOU!!!

Grunge, punk, anything angry or loud. He’ll roll his eyes if you hate it, but secretly burns you a playlist anyway.

Solid 10/10.

He’s a total charmer.

He thinks you’re a godsend, and in his eyes you can literally do no wrong.

He can still be a jerk, especially when he’s angry or stressed. You might see him go too far with someone and feel weird about it.

If you call him out, he might get defensive at first, but he’ll stew on it later and try to make it right. He doesn’t want to lose you like he loses everything else.

Under all that bravado, Michael thinks he’s already a screw up, and part of him expects you to leave.

He clings a little too tightly sometimes. Not in a needy way but in the way he always walks you home, always wants to know where you are, always checking in on you.

Over time, being with you softens him. You’re probably one of the first people to treat him with patience and kindness, which messes with his head in the best way.

It’s not a redemption arc… But he does start thinking twice. About his actions. About Evan. About who he’s becoming.

Michael HATES overly sappy stuff.

Calls it cringey and definitely rolls his eyes when other couples do PDA…. But then he’s sneaking glances at your hand, subtly bumping your shoulder like he wants to hold it. His justification? that it’s only okay when you two do it.

He acts like he’s not paying attention when you talk about your interests, but he remembers everything. Your favorite snack? The movie you said you wanted to see? Written down in a beat up notebook or scratched into the corner of his school binder.

If you saw it, he’d die. He’d say it’s for blackmail, but… the truth’s obvious.

Thinks you’re too sweet to others, and definitely wants you to toughen up. He doesn’t want ANYONE walking all over you.

And if he found out someone was? It doesn’t end well for them…

There are rare moments after he fights with his dad, or when guilt over Evan creeps in. Where he just shuts down. Gets quiet, withdrawn, almost ghost like.

You might find him sitting alone, hoodie up, not saying anything. And if you just sit next to him, no pressure, no judgment… eventually he’ll lean into you. No words, just silence and shared grief.

In front of others Mike is seen as snarky, mean, always has a joke or insult ready. With you in private? He’s not exactly sweet, but he’s real. He lets the mask drop. His voice softens around you. He’ll lie on the floor and complain about everything while you play with his hair or paint his nails (and he’ll pretend he hates it).

Michael’s got a temper, especially when it comes to people crossing a line with you. Say something out of pocket? Touch you wrong? He’s in their face in seconds.

There has been MULTIPLE occasions where you’ve had to talk him down from a fight.

“Mike, he didn’t mean to bump into me-“ But he’s already preparing to throw hands.

He doesn’t out right say I love you, but he definitely shows it.

It might take forever for him to say those words. But he shows it when he walks you home, when he lets you see the scared parts of him, when he changes just a little for your sake.

And when he finally says it, it’s awkward, whispered, and like it nearly killed him. But it’s the most honest thing he’s ever said.

Michael lives for chaos. If you’re dating him, you either join in on his pranks or you become his unwilling alibi.

“You didn’t see anything, babe,” he says, smirking as a bucket of water tips over the door onto some poor freshman.

Though he acts clueless…

Michael’s not dumb, he’s actually sharp as hell… But he hates authority, so he tanks his grades and acts like he doesn’t care. You see through it. You catch glimpses of the boy who reads weird horror novels, quotes movies you’ve never heard of, and actually gets people more than he lets on.

Every compliment is wrapped in sarcasm. “Wow, you’re not completely useless today. I’m so proud.”

But sometimes his voice cracks a bit just enough that you can tell he actually means it. If you call him out on it he’ll deflect with, “Whatever, don’t get all sappy on me.”

If you’re dating him, you’re definitely getting detention at some point. He’ll convince you to skip class or pull some harmless prank, and suddenly the school staff’s on your case.

But if anyone blames you too hard? He immediately takes the fall. “It was my idea. Back off. They didn’t do anything.”

Mrs and Mr Afton adore you!! Think you’re a good influence on him. And you’re always welcome in their home, you even get invited on family trips.

Michael does stupid stuff with his friends, smoking behind the school, sneaking out, trespassing in weird abandoned buildings but he’s weirdly careful when you’re involved.

“If you’re coming with us, you listen to what I say,” he’ll mutter. “I’m not dragging you into something that’s gonna get you hurt.”

Definitely sees your femininity and sweetness as weakness. Which definitely causes some arguments but after he’s had his petty moment he’s immediately crawling back to you.

You are the one person he can’t lose. And that terrifies him. It’s why he pushes you away sometimes, acts like he doesn’t care because deep down, he thinks he doesn’t deserve love after what happened to Evan.

SOZ THIS TOOK FOREVER TO COME OUT IVE LITERALLY BEEN BRAINDEAD FOR WRITING FOR LIKE…EVER.

[hischeapcigar]

𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈 

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most 

Word count: 3.6k ish

Warning: none except your father is a bit deranged so maybe that's all

a/n: it was supposed to be cute little one shot but i think it's gonna be series lolol. reblogs and comments are appreciated. love you mwah

Your dad hated Joel. You never knew why but it had been like this as far as you could think. Your father played the major role in trying his best to keep you away from Joel.  

BBQ party? Everyone's invited except Joel. 

Your birthday? Everyone but Joel 

He’s grumpy all day? Must've had an interaction with Joel  

He even hit Joel, who obviously retaliated but the neighbors showed up to resolve the matter.  

The whole neighborhood knew. How could they not? Your dad insulted him behind his back, which some entertained, but most of them grumbled and left the room. Because they knew Joel and they knew your dad too.  

Even you felt pity for Joel, the few rare interactions told you he may look big and fierce, but he was a charmer. Sarah’s happy face was proof of his kind nature and your anxious state of mind was a reflection of your dad’s nature.  

You once tried to defend Joel, but your father smashed the glass so hard, a sharp piece pierced the skin of your foot, leaving a scar. 

 Your parents always change the subject every time you try to bring it up,  

“Its past, it doesn’t matter,” they’d say 

But it mattered to you, a lot. Since the small get-together in the field the other night, when you first saw him. Sarah had lost track of his father, so you went looking for him with her, and that's when you first met him properly after like forever. 

Eyes locked and you swore brown became your favorite color. Your breath hitched; mouth slightly agape. He mirrored your reaction but both of you let go just as quickly, minding Sarah’s presence. They left but he turned back to bless his eyes one more time, stealing one more glance at you. The smile he slipped, held your heart forever. You prayed to the heavens to let you both meet again. 

- 

 Working in the cafe which Sarah and her friends called their “second home”, you had befriended all those little girls. It was fun to be around them, and they loved your company. 

 You never officially met any of their parents but one of them captured your mind since that night. You didn't know what you could do without offending Sarah.  

But you didn't have to do anything, because Joel took the wheel as he showed up the next day in the cafe. Sunday meant Sarah and her friends were having breakfast together in their corner spot.  

 You came out from the kitchen, passing the tray of coffee to your coworker as you absentmindedly made your way to the counter, ruffling around with the drawer and all the papers.  

“Hey” your head shot up to the sound of the voice and the unmistakable familiarity it carried.  

“Hi” you replied breathlessly, hands frozen on the paper you just grabbed.  

“Um, can I please get a pancake?” his thick Texan accent flowed like honey, his eyes warm and eager. 

“Y-yeah, sure,” you could bet that you conjured him from your imaginations. Seeing him again in a person in less than a week was unbelievable 

You quickly turned around to pass the order to the kitchen window but stopped just as quick, lightly smacking your forehead as you returned to him,  

“Sorry, uh, which flavor would you like?” you cursed yourself for being so clumsy  

He tilted his head to the side, contemplating, before he turned on his good old charm, “su’prise me, sweetheart,” he smirked seeing the look on your face.  

Absolutely flustered at the nickname he just gave you, and how easily it rolled off his tongue.  

You smiled, mumbling a little, “okay,” before you disappeared in the back  

You took a moment, taking a deep breath steadying yourself. Hoping no one notices your flushed cheeks, and no one did.  

In a few minutes, you prepared yourself to serve him. Running a hand on your outfit once smoothing it, you took the tray and made your way to Joel. You were glad he busied himself reading a magazine because if he looked at you, you would have forgotten how to walk.  

“Hello again,” you announced, and he quickly abandoned whatever article he was reading,  

“Hey” he smiled, looking curiously at the pancake plate you just put down, followed by a cup of coffee 

“I didn’t order coffee-” 

“It's on the house, since we believe it's your first time and because your daughter is our loyal customer,” you snickered  

He chuckled, “I- thank you, so much, y’didn’t have to though”  

“Also, i chose strawberry flavor because it’s my favorite so I'm hoping you’d like it too,” you shrugged lightly before taking a step back, leaving him with his breakfast,  

Just as you turned to leave, you heard him call your name, and God that was the sweetest music to your ears. You had no idea how he knew your name, maybe sarah mentioned it, you figured 

You cocked an eyebrow,  

“You looked pretty that night”  

Your heart warmed at the confession, “thank you Joel, you looked great too” you smiled before you left 

- 

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Every now and then your gaze found its way to Joel. Even after he caught you stealing glances, he just smirked. He knew what he was doing to you, you knew what you were doing to him. A game for two.  

You had your back on the counter, conversing with your coworker, when she pointed behind you. You turned to see Joel standing there, ready to leave.  

“Thank you once again, I loved the pancake, though I can’t tell if it's my favorite”  

“You could come by every week to try all the flavors until you find your preference” you suggested. Any excuse to bring him back.  

“Tryin’ all the flavors, huh? I had another reasons to come back anyway, might as well try all the other flavors” smile tugging at the corner of his smile 

Oh.  

Oh.  

You didn’t even get the chance to response when he added, “hey ya mind, if y’get the uh, the cup?” he nodded to his table 

“Yeah, sure” you were confused, why would he tell you what to do? 

You went anyway and now you know why as you looked at the tissue piece with his number scribbled in a messy handwriting  

Such a flirt. You smiled so widely your jaw hurt.  

- 

“Is this Joel or some cute stranger left a wrong phone number on the table?”  

You read it for the thousandth time, indecisive if you should send it or is it a bold way to start a conversation. But then it’s Joel, he wouldn’t mind, you thought and hit send.  

Your heart was beating fast, wanting to throw your phone across the room. Checking every other second if he replied, then a few minutes later,  

J- “Stranger? I thought we were befriendin' each other”

you giggled at the response, feeling like a young teenager having her crush moment 

“Well, we’re getting there”  

J- “That so? Hope you realize your dad isn’t really my fan”  

 

“Yes, and I wonder why” curiosity creeping back up at you, 

J- “We got into a fight back then during a job we did, since then we just couldn’t get along”  

Now was that too hard to disclose? Your parents were just dramatic, you thought. 

Before typing your response, he started typing again so you waited,  

J- “Wish it doesn’t change our sweet journey of becoming friends”

you read his text, wide grin plastered on your face , though a little disappointed that he only wants friendship, but you felt giddy nevertheless 

- 

The next week was the beginning of your new, fragile relationship. Joel would stop by at your cafe any chance he got.  

I missed my morning coffee (he missed it on purpose) 

I’m tired and I thought coffee might help (he just wanted to see you)  

Sarah and her friends wanted pancakes (he asked them, “you guys don’t have to go, I'll get you your order if you want” he’d say and gets “okay, Mr. Miller!” “that’s so kind, Mr. Miller”) 

Weeks went by, and you grew to his presence at random hours. You started to look forward to him showing up randomly. Your coworkers were quick to welcome him, noticing how your face would light up every time he was around.  

He made a three-day streak of visiting before he didn’t show up for 2 days. A part of you wanted to text him to find out if he was okay, but you wanted to give it one more day, and you were not even sure about the thing you both had going on. 

- 

  You were preparing the order, Oliver standing next to you, working on his order and occasionally making you laugh with his corny jokes when Gina, another coworker, showed up at your side, pulling you away from your half-done coffee,  

“I’ll take it from here, go and deal with your favorite customer” she nudged your side, 

You couldn’t help but let the smile make its way to grace your lips, but you had to play dumb, 

“What?”  

Gina gave you the stare that said really?  

You snickered as you left, your heartbeat quickening, exhaustion already leaving your body as you saw him sitting at his usual spot, the corner table that nobody likes, so it’s always available, your favorite spot since him. 

You reached him and instead of staying seated as usual, he got up and walked closer to you. It has been 2 days and you didn't know how much you missed him now that he was standing in front of you, all you wanted was to hug him and never let him out of your sight.  

He took one more step towards you, maintaining eye contact as he slowly raised his hand to your waist and pulled you into him in one swift motion. You stiffened at first, then you locked your arms at his nape melting into his big frame. You took a deep breath like this was something you were missing all your life. 

“Hello to my favorite customer,” you smiled at him when you detached yourselves from each other 

“Hello to you too, my sunshine,” he replied, matching your smile 

You both returned to the table, and he slid a small bag towards you, you didn’t have to open to know what was inside, strawberries, as he started getting you those ever since you told him that strawberries were your favorite. 

- 

Whenever you got free from your morning shift, you two would sit in the reserved area of the cafe just to talk. That’s what you both did. Talk about everything and anything. You didn’t need to pretend, you were completely yourself around him, and he, with you.  

He kept buying you strawberries because you loved them. And in turn you would treat him with extra cup of coffee on random days 

Any little time you spent together felt like an escape from reality and everything it offered. There was no toxicity, just pure, innocent and effortless conversations along with different flavors of pancakes.  

Sarah admired Joel showing interest in your company. She wasn’t young enough to see how happy you both looked, and she was genuinely glad about that. She would even make excuses for Joel to come to the cafe,  

Hey dad, can you please bring my notebook, I forgot it on the table and we’re discussing something 

And boy would he be beyond happy whenever he gets the opportunity to show up at the cafe. 

- 

But like waking up from a really good dream,  

Joel had just entered the cafe, standing on the counter, chatting with you (not blocking the way of customers) while you received orders when your eyes went wide at the figure entering through the door,  

“What is it?” Joel asked casually 

You ducked your head, “its dad” you whispered and saw how Joel’s face fell. You both knew you weren’t allowed to hang out with Joel, let alone be around him.  

Suddenly his demeanor changed as he cleared his throat, looking down at the menu card, feeling your dad approaching. You managed to keep a serious and bothered face as you saw your dad stopping deadly in his tracks as he saw Joel. oh boy  

“There are other cafes in the town” your dad grunted, indirectly referring to Joel, who only rolled his eyes in response.  

You bit a smile at his reaction, “hey dad! Didn’t know you were coming” you tried to alleviate the thick tension.  

Your dad gave you a tight nod, “yeah, get me two blueberry pastries; your mom called”  

Never the friendly face, annoyance etched on his face like it was there since he was born. Your father was exactly the kind of customers you hated. Acting like a boss, like you owe a million dollars.   

You looked between two of them before you left to get the box. On your return, you didn’t spot Joel. You frowned, wondering if your dad had said something to him. Your thoughts were cut short by your dad; 

“No need to serve him, tell him to go any other cafe, there are plenty of them,”  

You were speechless, he was being absolutely ridiculous.  

“Wha- dad? He’s just a customer, you can't bring your years’ old absurd beef in this-”  

“Do as i tell you, and if you can’t, then leave the job, you can do better anyway” he threatened in low voice, pointing his finger at you, before leaving 

You knew your dad was overreacting but you kept your mouth shut because you knew he wouldn’t care about the people and just shout on you if you disagreed with him 

- 

It was midnight, your mind was running a hundred thoughts a minute since your dad showed up today. You had no idea how to tell Joel to stop coming to the café, like how could you stop him when it made you the happiest? 

 “Hey, you awake?” you texted joel  

He didn’t reply for 10 minutes, then your phone chimed, you quickly turned it on to see his text,  

J- “Yeah, I'm up, why aren’t you asleep yet?” he replied 

“Wondering what dad told you today at the cafe” there was no filtering when you were with Joel, sharing every piece of your mind and not regretting it 

J- “Except telling me to not ‘roam around you’ he didn't really say anything”  

You were embarrassed, why did your dad have to be like that? you felt bad for Joel 

“I’m sorry” you sent before typing “I just wish he wouldn’t stop you from the cafe, your presence feels natural there”  

J- “Don't be sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mind it at all. He’s only looking out for you; we'll figure it out. plus, I think I can sneak in when I get the chance ;)”  

You scoffed at his text, looking out for me? More like suffocating me from things that I actually like. But you felt affection for him in the way he was willing to be with you.  

- 

It had been a week, he showed up two times. Two times. A day apart. Then he disappeared for the rest of the week. 

After the 3rd long day of him not showing up, you started to worry. Two hours of constant contemplating later, you decided to text him, 

“Hey, Joel” 

It's Sunday afternoon, 2pm. Not that Joel would have something to do so you wait for his text. You toss and twist in bed, smoking cigarettes, reading old magazines, scrolling on your phone, an hour later, there was no reply. 

4 hours; nothing.  

8 hours; nothing.  

Next day, beginning of next week. You passed by his house, praying to get at least a glimpse of him but there was nothing.  

You didn’t even see him on the streets, not with Sarah, just nowhere. As if he didn't even exist.  

  Still your ears pricked up every time you heard the door to the café ring, desperately hoping it was Joel, but it was never him.  

Sarah and her friends were seated at their accustomed table. It distressed you to see Sarah, not knowing how to go and ask her about her dad.  

It upset you even more when Gina asked you about him every other day, and more hurt when you had to lie, like “oh he’s just busy,”  

But Gina knew better when she saw you with pity in her eyes, that look that told you, I'm sorry he ghosted you.   

  You had to hold back your tears to keep her from knowing that she was right.  

But you broke down the second you locked the room to your room, lighting a cigarette, you placed it between your puffy red lips as the tears streamed down your cheeks,  

“Where the hell are you, Joel?” you hit send and threw your phone as you sat on the windowsill, watching the cars go buy,  

You got out of the bathroom when you heard your phone ding, you all but ran to the bed, grabbing and swiping it on,  

J- “Yeah, just around. How’s everything?”  

You were taken aback by the carelessness. As if it wasn't bothering him, as much it was bothering you. As if he didn’t miss you at all like you did. As if it all didn’t matter. As if you didn't matter 

“Really? You ghosted me for two weeks and now you're acting all chill?” you replied 

Frustration getting the best of you, you wanted to cry again.  

J- “Look, I think it’s best for the both of us”  

“Fuck what you think, fuck you” you sent   

You could feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You threw your phone on the table before falling on the bed, face first.  

The next thing you know is you're sobbing, muffling the sounds with the pillow on your face. You didn't realize how much you were attached to him until now, you didn't know how much you wanted to be with him until now.  

You got up to smoke a cigarette to release the stress, but you cried while exhaling puffs of smoke in the air  

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him 

- 

The next two days were a blur. You avoided spending extra time in the cafe, avoided conversations with your coworkers because they ended up asking about Joel. Your father picked a fight with a random guy just because he took longer to deliver some equipment that he ordered online; it was stupid really. You avoided Sarah too, because she painfully reminded you of Joel  

I'm only giving it time, I'll get back to normal eventually, you’d tell yourself  

The third day, you were brewing coffee when your phone vibrated, turning it on, your heart dropped to the stomach as you read Joel’s name on it 

Quickly you swiped to view the message,  

J- “Can we talk?” you felt anxiety rising up. A part of you was excited that he texted while the other part of you was furious, he can't just come and go as he pleases 

You were lost in your thoughts when you received another message, J- “please?”  

You decided to let things be, he ghosted me for a week, now he wants to talk, he can't expect me to go back running  

Putting your phone down, you carried on with your work until it was night. 

You closed the cafe as you stepped out, you saw a familiar truck parked beside your car.  

Unmistakably Joel. 

He stood there leaning against his truck, cigarette smoke around him like a halo. He pushed himself up as he spotted you and he made his way to you.  

You stood there frozen. Resisting the strong urge to go and hug him and never let go. But you stood there and waited,  

He came close but didn't stop until he was only a few inches away from you. Looking at your face, examining it, eyes running all over your features,  

“Sarah said you looked horrible, but God you look worse,” he whispered. Scared if he talks loudly, this all would shatter,  

“Like you care?” you retorted.  

That's when you saw in his eyes. Regret. Remorse. Before he hung his head down, 

Slowly he reached for your hands, hanging on your sides, silently interlacing your fingers. You didn't stop him. You couldn’t  

“Please, can we talk?” his voice was small as he looked at you 

You nodded  

He released a breath, that even he didn’t know he was holding, as he nodded too 

With your fingers still interlaced, he tugged you toward his truck. You both walked the distance, hand in hand as you felt droplets of water kissing your skin.  

You went rigid making Joel turn and face you, watching you wipe away the water beads from your face. A few more drops on both of you before the rain lashes down. 

Joel instinctively became your human shield, as you both ran towards his truck, even though that wouldn’t keep you from drenching, but the action was so Joel. Reaching there, he quickly opened the door for you before getting himself inside from the other side.  

Both of your breaths were ragged as you sat in silence.  

He ignited the engine bringing his truck to life,  

“Where are we going?” you broke the silence  

He sighed, “I- uh, had tis place in mind but,” he looked out the window, at the rain, “‘s rainin’ so we can stay in the truck, I guess,”  

“What place?” you were confused,  

“Y’gonna love it, trus’ me” a small smirk growing in the corner of his lips 

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Part: 1 2 3 

Tags: @strawberri-blonde

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— his colours —

Warnings: angst, fluff, sad!bucky, liquor consumption

Summary: Bucky might be too late to tell you how he feels.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: ~5.2k

A/N: An idea that popped up in my head and finally broke through the struggle I've been having while writing. Enjoy and feast upon this! Also add yourself to the taglist(s) >here<

Steve narrowed his eyes at the brooding figure in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what exactly was itching in his brain. 

Bucky had always been a charmer, and a damn good one at that. From when he first met Steve’s mother, Sarah, sporting a few bruises and a busted lip, to when he was getting drafted in the war. 

Sarah was a kind woman, but that didn’t mean she trusted easily. With Steve’s father and a few relatives that turned away in their time of need, Sarah fell apart with her own friends and family. Her trust dwindled and started to dim until Steve showed up with Bucky in tow after school. She was weary at first, perhaps thinking that Bucky was no good news, but as the days progressed along with their friendship, she started viewing him as a son. He was around every few days for dinner, bringing a few things that he passed along as extra food the maid had conveniently accidentally brought with her. 

It didn’t take too long for Sarah to put two and two together, but she never said anything to him. Never scolded him for bringing food to their dinner. She knew he did it out of love, not pity or sympathy. He loved Steve as a brother and looked up at Sarah with a boyish grin that made it impossible for her to be mad. 

Steve watched Bucky now, remembering the days when Bucky would simply grab any shirt and pants to wear, grinning as he told Steve about this new dame that had moved into town. He was confident and struck with features that had any woman falling into his arms with just one lopsided smile. A few more grins and some dances later, the woman would offer to leave. Sometimes Bucky would agree with dimples, other times he would politely refuse and say he wanted to do things right. 

Bucky lacked that confidence now, Steve realised, eyebrows rising slightly on his face. It wasn’t evident at first glance. Bucky was steady and graceful, not once faltering in his movements as he knotted his tie. Nor as he shrugged on his blazer. It was when his eyes would flicker over the mirror in front of him. It was obvious when his hand brushed over a spot on his shoulder a few times and fixed his tie to sit straight. Even more so when he fixed the collar of his shirt and then his blazer, only to find his hair sitting slightly off and fixing that instead. 

“You’re nervous,” Steve breathed out, breaking the comfortable silence that they had been in for a few minutes. Bucky paused his actions for a second before seemingly deciding to ignore his comment. Steve watched him pull his shirt sleeves under his blazer, jaw ticking when he caught Steve’s eyes through the mirror. 

“I’m not,” he said simply, as if that ended the conversation. Steve was curious though. Never in his life had he seen Bucky nervous for a social gathering, much less a party that Tony was throwing. After the whole debacle in DC, Bucky had recovered well and fast, thanks to T’Challa’s favour and Shuri’s brains. His memories were hazy at times and he had nightmares—sometimes he had to be restrained by Steve—but that was four years ago. 

Over the past two years, Bucky was able to sleep throughout the night at least four nights in a week. Those night terrors had decreased to about five in the past year or so and his memories had been recovered. He remembered the diner that had been down the block from Steve’s house, the smell of his mother’s cinnamon buns, and the wretched taste of mud and blood in his mouth during the war. His social etiquette returned and Tony started inviting him to parties that Bucky had no problem attending. He was more than happy to indulge women and men in his charms once again. 

“Yes, you are,” Steve deadpanned, sitting up straighter when Bucky shook his head and sighed. His hands came down from his tie that he was adjusting again. He looked at Steve through the mirror before turning around to face him and dropped the hand that had come up to check his hair. 

“What makes you think that?” Bucky asked instead. Steve knew he was deflecting the question, but gave in and nodded at his form. 

“That.” Steve nodded at him again. Bucky frowned and looked down at his clothes, arms going up at his sides. Just as Bucky was about to speak again, Steve cut in. “You’ve been looking at yourself over and over again.” Steve watched Bucky carefully before realization dawned on him. 

“You’re nervous ‘cause she’s going to be there,” he voiced out in a breathless manner. Steve hadn’t even thought of that and he inwardly cursed at himself for not seeing it sooner. Of course, the reason Bucky was nervous was because of the one person who seemed to be able to throw Bucky off his charms. 

Bucky opened his mouth to retaliate, but stopped short when Steve raised an eyebrow at him in challenge. He closed his mouth and averted his eyes as if his eyes would give away the feeling that was smothering him slowly. He licked his lips, turning his attention to a lint that had stuck onto his pants. His hands were sweaty, but he kept them steady as he picked at the lint and smoothed out the wrinkle at his chest. His nerves were acting up today, for this party, simply because you were coming back from Greece. 

“She hasn’t been here in two years,” Bucky finally said, sighing as he brought his eyes back up to meet Steve’s gentle gaze. His shoulders fell with an exhale, trying to calm his thudding heart and roaring ears. “She hasn’t seen me since—since I was still recovering.” When Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, Bucky knew he didn’t understand what he meant. 

“But you guys kept in contact the entire time,” Steve mumbled, grabbing his shoes to put them on and keeping his head down. It gave Bucky a chance to turn around without the annoying glare Steve would send his way for trying to cut the conversation off. 

Bucky did keep in contact with you when he could. He had texted you everyday for the first three months and sent daily reminders to eat because he knew you would forget while working. The texts had abruptly stopped from his end when he was called away on a SHIELD stealth mission. That meant he had called you the second he was able to, throwing off his shoes and tossing his duffel bag away, he called you. You didn’t pick up. He called again and again, but then registered that you were probably asleep. 

He went through your texts, ranging from the top ones of concern to the bottom ones of realization to the last few that varied from your daily tasks. His heart had never felt heavier. The suffocating feeling lingered on his shoulders as he forced himself to lay down. He just couldn’t let go of his phone or turn his head off. He kept his phone on his chest, hair dampening the pillow as he laid awake staring at the ceiling. He kept wishing you called back, but you didn’t. He texted you in the morning with heavy eyes, drooping shut every now and then. 

You responded and he started texting like usual, only this time it was rare for you to reply in the same day. His social battery lowered and he usually found himself in the corner with a drink or leaving early with a quick excuse. He never asked why the texts had been reduced. He was too scared of getting an answer his heart couldn’t handle. His heart already ached with each passing day you two spent apart, not knowing how you were doing. He wouldn’t be able to text you if you told him that you had met someone and were busy with them. 

He was a coward. A coward for not telling how he felt when you left. 

You were the only one that didn’t tip-toe around him and treat him like he was made of porcelain. You were gentle, but that didn’t stop you from telling him exactly what you thought. You respected his boundaries that had been set quietly. You didn’t touch him before telling him and asking if it was okay, but you also told him that he should get used to people not asking before touching as well. You kept your distance from his left side if you two walked together, knowing very well he still wasn’t over the murder and torture it had executed.

It was easy to fall for you. You made it so easy for him to stumble, trip, and fall in. 

“Buck?” Steve’s voice was tinged with concern and worry, a small crack seeping through the vowel. Bucky’s eyes flickered up, hands unconsciously sliding down his front to smoothen out his shirt again. 

Bucky swallowed. “Yeah, we did.” His throat burned with the white lie. You two had stopped texting each other three weeks ago with a simple ‘goodnight’ from the both of you. 

Steve stood up, his light blue blazer and pants with the white shirt made the green flecks in his eyes pop and the blue seem darker. Steve looked over at him once, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought as his eyes swiped over his outfit. From the black loafers to the midnight blue pants to the matching blazer and black shirt to the silver tie he had worn. In a few seconds, Bucky watched Steve’s confused face morph into one of amusement. 

“You wore her colours,” he declared with an annoyingly smug grin. He fixed his cuffs as he stared at Bucky who cleared his throat at the accusation. 

Bucky felt his cheeks warm with the obvious choice. It was unintentional at first, picking out the silver tie and blue blazer, but Bucky had realized soon enough that they were your signature colours. He was looking for your colours when he shopped. He had stopped and picked out a few blazers in different styles and some with patterns, but they had all been a dark blue colour. His ties at the last few events had some incoherent swirls of silver. His hair had been swept to the side since you had complimented it styles like that. 

Bucky ignored Steve’s expression and gruffed out, “We should go.” Steve somehow agreed and started for the door, but stopped short with his hand on the knob. 

“You should tell her how you feel tonight,” Steve said gently before twisting the knob and stepping into the hallway. Bucky could hear the loud metal music blasting through the Compound then, his door wide open as Steve made his way down the hall towards what Tony liked to call the party room. Bucky swallowed thickly, the burning feeling back in his throat, and followed Steve down the hall. 

Steve stopped in front of the doors with a wicked grin. “Thor brought his Asgardian liquor,” he told him, emitting an easy grin from Bucky. That was a good thing, Bucky thought. If he had to face you tonight, talk to you maybe, he wouldn’t be able to do it sober. 

Steve pushed open the doors and spread out his arms to announce his arrival. Bucky rolled his eyes and pushed past him, straight to the bar where Natasha was standing with Clint while Thor made drinks. With the heavy music now over, a pop song that he had heard once or twice before playing, he could hear the clinks of glasses and chatters humming in the air. The dance floor was bustling with SHIELD agents that had been invited as per Tony’s request. He didn’t know all of them, but he could recognise a few as he walked by. 

“Ah, Bucky!” Clint greeted, patting him on the back and drawing him nearer. His hand was wrapped around a bottle of vodka that Bucky was sure was Natasha’s favourite. It was the strongest stuff in the bar—other than the Asgardian liquor, of course. “Settle a debate for us, will ya?” Bucky inwardly grimaced at the smell of vodka on his breath and slightly pulled back. 

“What’s it?” Bucky asked, looking between the three of them with a grin. He leaned against the bar island just as Thor came over with Asgardian liquor. He dropped a small pail of ice near him and nodded at it. Bucky nodded back his thanks. 

“How long that guy’ll last here,” Clint said with a loopy grin. He took a swing out of the bottle, looking over at Natasha with a wag of his eyebrows. “I say two weeks before he runs.” Bucky took a sip of his drink, eyebrows furrowing and eyes darting to Natasha for answers. Clint was clearly teetering on the brink of tipsy and drunk, slurring his words together. Natasha was perched on the stool with a sober expression on her face while her eyes were fixed on Bucky. 

“Wait,” Bucky breathed out with a light chuckle, “who are we talkin’ about?” He pushed off the island and looked at Natasha expectantly. The pop music had turned into slow, smooth jazz-type of music that was almost sensual. Natasha leaned forward, towards Bucky as if she was going to share a secret. To his surprise and confusion, Natasha’s eyes softened with something close to pity. 

“Y/N’s boyfriend, Sohan,” she whispered, her emerald eyes flickering towards the dance floor. 

Bucky’s eyes followed her eyesight, painfully slowly, to the dance floor where you danced with Sohan. He was a dark-haired and dark-eyed man with lightly tanned skin. The blood rushed to his ears, heart thudding violently in his ears as he watched Sohan lean in towards you. He looked away before your lips made contact. He felt as if someone had dumped that pail of ice down his back. A shiver licked up his spine and he downed his drink, eyes and throat burning with the harsh liquor. 

“So, what d’you think, Buckaroo?” Clint asked and leaned forward to lay on the island, oblivious to the feelings coursing through Bucky. 

Bucky slammed his glass down loudly enough to grab Thor’s attention. “Get me the whole bottle, please,” he gritted out angrily. Thor looked uncomfortable with the glance Natasha sent him, but he gave over one of the few bottles he had brought with the scowl setting onto Bucky’s face.

 Bucky swiped the bottle off the table and popped open the cork. He put it to his mouth and looked over his shoulder to see you speaking into Sohan’s ear. His eyes quickly drank you in. The black dress you wore had a corset that clung to your torso and accentuated your curves. The tulle flared out slightly and the fabric underneath it was decorated with delicate gold accents. 

They were his colours. 

He spun around and chugged faster, ignoring the look Thor was giving Natasha. 

“Two hours,” Bucky muttered out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His throat felt like it was on fire. Somewhere, in the more logical side of his brain, he knew he shouldn’t drink so fast. Thor’s eyebrows pinched in concern when he saw the half empty bottle. 

“Bucky, I think that—” Thor cut himself off at the withering glare Bucky sent his way. Before Bucky had a chance to feel guilty about his behaviour, Thor turned away with a small smile to attend to another attendee. 

Bucky bitterly reminded himself that he had no reason to be angry at anyone, but himself. The slow songs changed into heavy rock again, Tony’s enthusiastic voice echoing amongst the drums and guitars. He brought up his hand to run it through his hair, shaking with emotions he couldn’t place. It wasn’t pure anger or jealousy. Heartbreak perhaps. He took another large gulp and felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. 

He looked over, a scowl on his face and intentions to tell the person to fuck off, but the words died on his lips when he saw your face. 

Your lips were painted a deep red and stretched out into a gentle smile. Your hair tumbled down in soft curls that made him want to hide his face in it. A smither of glitter on your nose and peaks of your cheekbones highlight your face, contrasting it from the smokey eyeshadow and black eyeliner coating your eyes. He hadn’t noticed the sheer fabric that covered your stomach, showing off skin when the light hit it just right.The urge to spin you around, kiss your cheeks, lips, neck, was strong. He held back. 

He could tell you put effort into your makeup so he grinned through his heartbreak and said, “Don’t you look like something outta a fairytale?” He wasn’t sure if you would fall into the category of pretty princesses or of attractive villains. His thoughts were muddled, even more so with the liquor starting to take effect. He would regret drinking so much in the morning. If he made it through the night, at least. 

“Thank you, Buck,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t just call it a grin though, not when it set every fiber of his body on fire. His head spun when you let your eyes glide over his body through hooded lids. “You look handsome, too.” 

Your fingers delicately pressed into his shoulder before sliding towards his neck to adjust his collar and then his ties. He could feel your hand burn through his shirt, branding his skin with your print, resting it just over his heart. He could have sworn he felt an electric shock course through his veins when you patted his chest. When you grinned, the teasing one that you sent him during boring meetings, he felt his shoulders relax from their tense state. He grinned back automatically, forgetting about his breaking heart and the man you were here with when you were looking at him just like you looked at him before. 

“How are you?” You asked, pulling away and waving to Thor. You acted as if nothing was wrong. As if he was the only one who felt the heat of tension and urges of desire, laced with sweetness. He still tasted the bitter remnants of the Asgardian liquor on his tongue, hoping you wouldn’t be able to smell it. 

“Good,” he replied simply. There was no need to tell you how much he had changed. You didn’t need to know that his sleep was nonexistent when you didn’t text back. His attitude, his recovery, his emotions that had grown, those were all hidden on the tip of his lying tongue. He was not okay, but you didn’t need to know that. 

“I’m glad, Bucky.” Your hand landed on his forearm to squeeze it lightly. Thor placed two drinks in front of you with a wink, glasses clinking on the marble as he slid them towards you. You smiled at him, a little dimmer than the one you sent Bucky right after. “Wanna meet Sohan? He’s really sweet.” 

He wanted to say no. “Sure, darlin’.” There was no way he could say no to you when you looked so endearingly adorable. Lips pulling wider a bit and eyes lighting up with relief, you looked around the crowd. You gestured to Sohan to come over when you saw him. He excused himself from Tony and sauntered over to you with a grin Bucky knew meant he was cocky. 

Bucky’s gut dropped. 

“Hey, princess,” Sohan started and patted your lower back in greeting. He nodded his head at Bucky with a slightly smaller smile, one that held a linger of smirk. “You must be the famous Bucky Barnes.” He extended a hand towards him. 

Bucky refrained from cringing and gripped his hand. It was a little tighter than he usually would have held someone’s hand, but he was sure it wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t notice that it was his metal hand until Sohan’s eyes widened. 

“Fuck!” Sohan whipped his hand back with a howl, holding it to his chest. You were by his side immediately, hands on his bicep and face, gently prying his hand away from his chest to inspect it. No marks or bruises appeared, no broken bones were heard cracked. Yet your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, seeking out any hurting places with the tips of your finger pressing in. 

Bucky watched with a stoic face, knowing that he hadn’t pressed in too hard. It was for show. He could see the way Sohan’s eyes quickly darted over you in admiration, brown eyes twinkling. He could feel Natasha’s eyes on him and, out of the corner of his eye, saw her exchange a glance with Thor. Steve had appeared sometime before for a drink, now standing beside Bucky with his chest puffed out and ready to defend, no doubt. Once you were done checking his hand, you pulled away with a small smile on your lips, looking at Bucky. 

“He’s all good,” you said simply, grabbing your drink and taking a sip. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. His hand gripped the neck of his bottle a little tighter when Sohan opened his mouth. 

“Could be more careful with that death trap,” he muttered bitterly, sending a glance over Bucky’s shoulder and looking at Steve once. Bucky scowled at Sohan. Before Steve or Natasha could say anything to defend Bucky, you turned to Sohan with a glare. 

“Say anything to him and you’re done interning for me,” you bit out through gritted teeth. Bucky’s eyes flickered to you in surprise. 

Interning. He was a fucking intern. Not your goddamn boyfriend. 

He slammed his bottle once on the counter and turned to Natasha with a newly found emotion of betrayal and anger, ignoring the other four pairs of eyes on him. Those glances she gave Thor when he heard her tell Bucky that Sohan was your boyfriend suddenly made sense. It clicked in his head that it was her plan. Natasha fucking Romanoff wanted him to feel his heart break. He didn’t know why just yet, but he was going to find out sooner or later. Whether it be a calm conversation on comfortable sofas or a quick spar on the mat to beat it out of her—she never took the easy way out anyway. 

Your hand wrapped around his hand on the bottle, gently pulling his fingers off of its neck and intertwining your hands together. Your other hand came to cup his chin, tenderly pressing your palm into his cheek and forcing him to face you. When he didn’t budge, glowering at Natasha with a murderous fire in his eyes, he felt your body heat envelop him in its embrace. Your lips brushed over his earlobe, a shudder running through his body at the contact and a shaky exhale making its escape from his lips. 

“Let’s go to our spot, yeah?” You whispered into his ear. Your breath was hot and cool at the same time. He absentmindedly nodded and let your hand guide him out of his chair and out of the room, leaving behind a gaping Sohan. He would beat the reasons out of Natasha tomorrow or the day after, depending on what happens with you. 

You reached the doors to the balcony and pushed them open to be hit with the cool night air, the smell of summer in the air. You sighed lovingly and dragged him along to the edge of it, looking over the trees and the landscape of the city in the distance. The crescent moon and stars twinkled overhead, disappearing the closer they got to the city lighting. He watched you close your eyes and breath in the scent of leaves and plants before looking over at him with a raised eyebrow. 

He shook his head and muttered out, “Nothing.” Your face pinched in pain at his response. You let go of his hand and gripped the railing, turning your face away from him. He felt a stab under his rib. “Y/N?” He placed his hand—his metal hand—over yours, inflicting a mild squeeze in hopes of providing some solace. He wasn’t ready for you to turn back to him with unshed tears in your eyes. Another stab-like feeling ensued in his chest.

“Who is she?” You raised a hand to wipe your tears away, carefully so you didn’t smudge eyeliner and mascara, before they fell. You averted your eyes once again, looking down below at the parking lot. His blazer crinkled and his loafers skid as he turned to lean his side on the railing. He tilted his head down, placing his warm hand under your chin and tipped your head back slightly so that he could meet your gaze. 

Eyebrows furrowing, he asked, “What?” He had had half a bottle of Asgardian liquor in under five minutes and he was starting to feel it start to hit him, but he was sure it hadn’t muddled his mind that much. Not to the point where he forgot someone. 

“The woman you’re in love with,” you mumbled out slowly. Bucky blinked once and then again, eyebrows now furrowing further in together. His lips curled down in a frown, hands coming down and seizing yours. You shifted to mimic his position, letting him lace your fingers together. 

“Come again?” His voice was low and rough, more puzzle pieces joining together the more he racked his gears. He stepped closer to you, the skirt of your dress brushing his pants. His hands itched to touch your waist, your hips, and feel your skin through the opaque fabric covering you. He wanted to pull you close, wrap his arms around you, kiss your neck, but he could control those urges right now. 

“Natasha said you were in love with someone,” you mumbled, eyes dropping to his tie. Of course, Natasha was involved somehow. “Steve said you had been for a while when I asked him.” Bucky wanted to groan in frustration. Steve probably told you that because he had been in love with you for years now. A long while. Bucky had loved you for a long time, but never had he had the courage to say it out loud. 

You slid your hands out of his grasp and fixed his tie. He gave in to one of his urges and placed his hands on your hips, being respectful of where his hands were placed. He didn’t want to read this wrong. Your tears and the questions you asked, even the way you ghosted him three weeks ago, made sense. His senses were working well enough for him to know what you were feeling. He felt his lips tug into a smirk, a little mischief seeking through his demeanor and into the sober moment you two were having. 

“I do love her,” he whispered and gripped your hips a bit tighter each time he spoke. “I’ve loved her for a while. A long time. Ever since I met her. She’s so incredible and kind and gentle, but she doesn’t take any shit from me.” 

He thought back to the few times you broke the news of his past, affirming that those things weren't and were never going to be his fault. He took a step closer to you, loafers disappearing into your tulle skirt. Your heels bumped his shoes, breath hitching at the closing proximity. One of his hands slipped behind to your lower back, index finger drawing slow and deliberate swirls on you. Your hands shook as you raised them to his face, thumb caressing his cheekbones and fingers lightly tracing his jaw. 

“She’ll tell me it exactly how it is and she knows exactly what I need. She’s funny and her laugh makes me want to keep making her laugh.”

His eyes darted down to your lips, remembering the giggles that had left your lips for every sarcastic comment he had passed during any boring meetings. How he had mourned the loss of your laughter when you had left for Greece. His tongue licked his lips as he watched your lips curl upwards. He raised his eyes to meet your teary gaze. This time he knew it was a good thing. His heart soared into his throat. 

“She loves my friends like her family, she saves people with her talents, and she cares for me.” His hands cupped your face and he leaned down closer to you. “Her name is Y/N and I love her with every breath I take.” 

“You do?” You choked out, an airy chuckle escaping your lips. 

Bucky nodded and whispered, “Yeah, I love you, Y/N. I love you, darlin’, so much.” His lips landed on your forehead, mumbling promises and some more declarations of love against your skin. 

You pulled away from him, eyes twinkling with tears and happiness. “I love you, too, Bucky.” Bucky’s shoulders fell with his next deep exhale, thumbs swiping over your cheeks and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He saw your eyes flicker down to his lips twice and he absentmindedly ran his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“You’re drunk,” you managed to whisper against the pad of his thumb. He pulled back a little, letting go of your face and placing his hands on your hips. He knew you weren’t rejecting him—just conscious of the fact that he had had a bottle in his hand, halfway empty. He spun you two around a bit to have your back against the railing. 

“Doesn’t matter. ‘A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts’,” he mumbled, shrugging. He let go of your hips. He was giving you a way out of this if you wanted it, taking half a step back. You took a second to think about it. 

He was about to tell you that it was okay if you wanted to go back in and talk about this tomorrow—after he beat Natasha in a spar—when you moved. Your hands brought his head down and your lips connected with his. He groaned at the contact, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close and leave no inch of space between your bodies. He heard the little noises you let out, moaning and whimpering into the kiss. Those little sounds of his made his head spin and his body heat with desire. He picked you up, arms wrapped just under your ass. Tilting back and stepping backwards, his back hit the wall near the door. 

Only then did you two pull away, chests heaving and breaths mingling together. 

“You wore my colours,” you breathed out. 

“You wore mine,” he said huskily, two fingers tracing the ribbons that tied your corset together.

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[luveline]

Sooo im still not over your hockey player Eddie and I absolutely love love love your hurt/comfort fics so I would love to see one where he's teaching something to reader and r gets injured and fluff ensues!

tysm for requesting, 1.3k

"You warm enough?" Eddie asks. 

Your hand is your only warm appendage where it's held in his. You're using your wobbly footing on the ice as an excuse to touch him, hand like a viper clinging to him. "Is that a joke?" 

You're wearing upward of three layers. The icy chill permeates through. 

"You'll feel warmer once we start moving, I promise." Eddie wears a simple compression shirt and sweatpants.

You kind of wish every other person here of single status would be blind to him. Like, they'd look at him and their eyes would just miraculously skip his figure, but alas. If anything, his impressive bulking attracts attention. Eddie drew looks before he started taking hockey seriously, but for a different reason. Now he's started building muscle, he's like honey to flies. 

You're not shallow, but muscles are muscles. He looks good. Hopefully he knows it, but Eddie's generally oblivious to his own looks, more focused on other people. Even now he drives you both backward on the ice while watching your face. 

"Don't be nervous," he says. 

"That's easier said than done," you say, grabbing his arm with your free hand as your left skate slides forward. 

"I've got you, honey," he says. It's not as strange from his lips as you might suspect because he says it in such a particular way. Easy-going, verging on cocky, he doesn't think for a second that you're going to slip, and he knows for sure that you're his honey. He has the cheese ball grin to prove it. "This will be fun! You said you wanted to try." 

"I do want to. Or, I did. Now we're here, I'm not so confident."

"You don't think I can teach you?" he asks. 

"No, I just don't think I can learn," you say, seizing as Eddie begins a gentle figure eight. You've watched him enough to know what shape he'll take, but that doesn't stop the instinctual fear. 

"If I can weasel my way into minor league, you can learn to play. I promise it's easy." 

"It's not easy, Eds. You worked so hard, I mean," —you wiggle your eyebrows at him suggestively— "just look at you." 

"Charmer! No, I mean learning to play is easy. Scoring a goal is easy. You know, so long as there's no goalkeeper there to stop you. I'm gonna let go of your hand now, okay?" 

Eddie skates to just behind the goal where his stick awaits, a puck on the floor beside it. He skates and keeps the puck close, stopping it by your feet. You've managed to skate closer to the goalposts without falling, waiting with your hands out like a tightrope walker. 

"Doing good," Eddie praises, dropping a cold kiss into your temple. He hands you the stick and stations himself at your side.  

You straighten it out. You've held it a few times and Eddie had you practising on dry land before the ice, but it feels heavier now. Your balance isn't automatic anymore. 

"You want help? We can do it like a movie." Eddie sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You feel better knowing he'll catch you before you can fall. 

"How much am I pulling back?" 

"Not a lot from here. If you were skating you might wanna pull it up real high, but the puck's not moving and neither are you." 

"What does Steve say?" you ask, lining up your shot. 

"Put the biscuit in the basket, dickhead?" 

You laugh and hit your puck. It slides across the ice and between the goalposts easily, a small feat for you and a big cause for celebration in Eddie's eyes; he shouts a nonsense sound, his arm behind your back as he shouts, "Yes! Easy-peasy, babe, you're a natural." 

You feel pretty happy about it, all things considered. Even if it wasn't as hard as you imagined, Eddie's pleased, and for a moment you forget you're untrained on the ice and attempt to return his half hug. 

You fall because you think you're going to. Sudden, you remember you might slip, and the panic has you pushing your skate forward in an attempt to dig in. It slides out from under you and Eddie's not on guard, catching your arm but not your back as you smack into the ice. 

"Shit! Shit, come here, sweetheart," he says, pulling you up. 

"Ow, wait," you say. More of a yelp, you wince as your skates slide about, thighs rigid and cold, the bottom of your spine aching, but worst of all is your arm. In his attempt to keep you standing, Eddie's yanked your arm sore in its socket. You don't mean to be dramatic but you're desperate for the hot pain to stop. "Eddie, let go." 

He drops your hand. Unafraid of being unable to stand again, Eddie goes down on his knees. Any skater will give you room. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asks. 

You put your hands on the ice in an attempt to sit up. Eddie holds you down, hands on your thighs. 

"Take five. Did I hurt you?" he asks again, not urgent but teetering, his hand imploring as it travels to your waist. 

You don't want to say yes. "My arm went funny, that's all. Sorry." 

"I'm the sorry one. Said I wouldn't drop you and I did… that's not right, huh?" His hand curls behind your back. 

You're not as hurt as you'd initially thought. Your arm aches sharply and your back will definitely bruise, but Eddie gives you a minute to get to grips with things and stands up expertly, hoisting you into his arms. His arms are lined with fingernail embeddings by the time you get back to the bench, and then you're both sorry. 

"Eddie," you murmur, rubbing your thumbs over the small red crescents softly. 

"How bad is it?" 

"I don't know." You shrug. "Not so bad now." You know Eddie's letting you do what you want because you're hurt, and not because he doesn't want badly to be assessing your arm and your back. "It's my bad, I got spooked."

He catches your gaze, holds it tenderly. Sugary brown with a deep dark iris and the big white grain of the lights above reflected. You skip from one eye to the other. He has more caramel coloured flecks in one. Both are soft and sorry. 

"Is this gonna put a stop to your illustrious hockey career?" he jokes weakly. 

You can't believe you scratched him so bad. "No way. If you want me to be great, I'll be great, just… maybe when my back doesn't feel all tingly." 

Eddie untucks your many shirts with a low hum, fingertips drawing an invisible line over your pain. "It looks okay." He drops his forehead into your neck and hugs your naked stomach, saying, "You're so warm," with his lips pressed to your shoulder. "...M'really sorry I dropped you, babe. I got too excited." 

"Not the first time that's happened," you say. 

Eddie pinches your tummy, his smile audible as you squirm. "Very funny." 

His hair is soft where it lays under your cheek. You let him cuddle up to you until you can't take the cold nor the aching anymore and ask to go home. Eddie insists on carrying you to the changing rooms, you insist on him not doing that, and you compromise by walking with his arm behind your back. 

"I'll try again next weekend," you promise. 

Eddie kiss-kiss-kisses your cheek in thank you. 

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"cmon you know i don't get sick" + “i’m just trying to get all this work done! i have no time to rest” for supercorp pleasee

i love your writing sm, thank youuu

"Take Me Home?"

〚 Notes - It’s been a while! I’ve been so swamped with work and other stuff, that I honestly haven’t had the chance to write in a while! Hopefully this makes up for it! <3〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is overworking herself again, Kara has come to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1250 〛

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“Hey you, I’ve brought lunch!” Kara pushed opened the door to Lena’s office with a bright smile, the chirp in her bubbly voice brightening the room a little, “They were all out of those cajun fries you like so I got curly fries instead because who doesn’t like curly fri-“

She paused. Her smile slowly turning into a worried frown as she released something wasn’t right. Sure, the big stacks of piled up newspapers, reports and other random documents weren’t new. Ever since buying CatCo, it seemed Lena’s new office was constantly drowning in paperwork but usually there was a pretty ravenette sat neatly amongst the chaos.

Today, however, Lena was slumped over her desk, her dark hair disheveled and her usually sharp eyes were glassy and tired. She glanced up blearily as Kara entered, quickly trying to muster a smile that turned into a series of sneezes.

“Bless you,” Kara said softly, her brow crinkling a little as she tried to work out what was wrong, “You look awful Lee.”

“Gee, thanks, aren’t you a charmer?” Lena replied, her voice raspy and thick with congestion. She tried to laugh, but it ended in a harsh, wet cough. “Just what I needed to hear.

“Oh Roa, are you sick?” Kara exclaimed as the realisation hit her, dropping the takeout bag on the nearest surface and rushing to Lena’s side. “Why didn’t you tell me? What’s wrong, are you gonna be okay?”

She still wasn’t great at dealing with human sickness. Alex wasn’t one to get ill often and on the occasion that she would, the brunette would often hide it anyway, so Kara still wasn’t the best at judging when someone wasn’t feeling well.

In reply Lena sighed a little and shook her head in denial. Kara’s worried babbling was a little amusing, but her worry was misplaced, “Come on, you know I don’t get sick.”

“Well, that’s a lie.” Kara blinked a little cluelessly, “Everyone gets sick. You had the flu 2 years ago and then was that time just after you moved to National City when we ate that dodgy takeout, and it made you-“

“Okay!” Lena interrupted before she could continue her sentence, not wanting to relive the events. She rubbed her temples for a moment before sighing as she pushed yet another file aside, “You know what I meant, I don’t get sick easily. It’s honestly nothing, just a small bug.”

A “small bug” which moments later had her falling into a rather nasty sounding coughing fit, leaving her barely able to catch a breath before pitching forward helplessly with a series of sneezes, demonstrating quite perfectly how not okay she was.

Kara only hummed softly, shaking her head disapprovingly as she folded her arms over her chest, taking a few steps to stand just in front of her wife’s desk.

“Try again. That doesn’t sound ‘just a bug’ to me. You sound dreadful love.” The blonde sighed, reaching into her bag to pull out a packet of tissues which she offered out to her.

“Kara, honey, there’s nothing to worry about. I just caught a bit of a head cold, thats all,” Lena finally admitted but waved her hand dismissively at the offered tissues, but a damp sniffle undermined her action. “I’m still just trying to find something to link everything back to Edge in these old reports, I know it’s in here somewhere.”

It was work she’d been at it for days now. There was vital proof of Morgan Edge was behind some of the ongoing antics in National City. Just the sort of proof she needed to get finally get him. It was somewhere in these files, she knew it was! But chasing the already loose paper trail she was looking for was no easy task.

The Luthor opened up another file, reading over it for a moment before sighing and pushing it to the side when she realised it didn’t contain the information she needed. Lena turned her head away to muffle another short, rough cough into her elbow before letting her head fall onto her hands, “This is useless, it’s gonna take ages to find what I need like this.”

Kara sighed sympathetically, “I think you’d do better if you could actually focus love, let me take you home?” She offered as she went to the side to pour some water into a glass before offering it out to her.

Lena accepted the glass with a soft smile. She seemed to debate her offer for just a second, her tired eyes gazing longingly at Kara for a moment before she stubbornly shook her head with a firm decision, “I’m just trying to get all this work done, I have no time to rest. I can sleep when it’s done.”

This wasn’t going to satisfy her wife, however. The Kyrptonian knew how stubborn the Luthor could be, especially when it came down to work, but Kara was stubborn too, especially when it came down to the health of someone she cared about.

Kara raised an unimpressed eyebrow, her hand coming to rest on her hip, “And just how much sleep have you been getting recently?”

“Enough.” Lena mumbled somewhat evasively, her tired gaze not quite meeting the blonde’s eyes. She hadn’t been home in a few days, instead she’d been opting instead to sleep at the office or her lab at L-Corp.

Kara narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. “Lena,” She began slowly, her tone gentle but firm, “You know you can’t keep running on empty like this. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’re going to burn out. Then where will you be?”

Lena opened her mouth to argue, but the words were cut off by another round of violent coughing. She turned away, trying to suppress the fit, but it left her breathless and drained. When she finally caught her breath, she looked up at Kara with weary eyes, the fight in her slowly ebbing away.

“I just... I need to get this done, Kara,” Lena said, her voice cracking slightly, more from the strain than emotion. “Edge has been untouchable for too long, and if I don’t find something to take him down...”

Kara’s expression softened as she moved closer, placing a hand on Lena’s shoulder and squeezing softly, “I know how important this is to you,” She murmured reassuringly, “But you’re not going to be any good to anyone if you work yourself into the ground like this.”

Lena hesitated, her resolve wavering under Kara’s pleading gaze. The thought of curling up in bed, of letting herself rest in the warmth of her love’s arms, was becoming more and more appealing. She knew she couldn’t keep going like this—not if she wanted to be effective in any of her roles, as a CEO, as a friend, as a wife.

Finally, she sighed in defeat, nodding slightly. “Okay,” She spoke, her voice was hoarse and barely audible, but Kara heard the whispered words nonetheless, “Take me home?”

The blonde smiled, finally glad to have broken through, “Of course sweetheart, come here.”

Kara extended a hand, helping lift Lena her up from the seat before pulling the Luthor into her arms, Lena let out a content sigh. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” She murmured, nuzzling her head into the safety of Kara’s neck.

Kara only smiled and kissed the top of Lena’s head as she held her a little closer. “You’ll never have to find out.”

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[love-toxin]

i finally got around to watching a play through of RE4 separate ways and now i just wanna be a pitiful research assistant abandoned by my team that ada stumbles across,,,,

imagine just hitting all her soft spots. a naive, good hearted, timid thing who she can’t resist helping. she tries to act all aloof and uncaring but she Loves the feeling having someone cling to her more than anything.

she has this one line after she sees ashley being kidnapped that’s like “babysitting is tough huh?” and she’s all mocking towards leon, but she totally loves mother henning you, making sure you’re not too tired or lagging behind. she goes out her way to keep you out of danger whenever there are any plagas around. and if you even so much as scrape your knee she is dropping everything to make you feel better.

omg and when her infection flares up and you’re worrying all over her it takes everything in her not to pull you into a random room in the castle to absolutely wreck you for being so cute and concerned about her 🤭

unnnggghhh.....ada..... (<- hasn't played separate ways yet)

You're so gentle and meek. You're not really working under Saddler, are you? That's what she thinks when she first meets you, and she's partially right. You don't really have any idea what you've gotten yourself into....and yet you've still been abandoned by your team. The only one that even tried to help you was Luis, the charmer. But then you got separated, and you got lost and scared, and Ada came to rescue you because...well, she's not really sure why. Maybe because she just couldn't stand to listen to your cries anymore, or maybe because there's a little piece inside her that still wants to help the weak and the guileless.

And it's for the better for her, it turns out, because you actually can be pretty useful to her. You might be delicate and fragile, but you can point her in the directions she needs to go, decipher the landscape with familiarity she doesn't possess, and you do it with such a cute, eager insistence because Ada saved your life and it's the least you can do to help her back. Doing the heavy lifting isn't so hard when she's got someone on her side, even if it means she feels responsible for saving you from the plagas, the island, Saddler, and Wesker.

With Leon in the mix, however, it complicates things further. He's like you: a goody two shoes. He could very easily convince you to join him, to follow his lead, and he could put you in so much danger on this little suicide mission to save the president's daughter. And though Ada can try her best to keep you away from each other, there are times when you just end up....falling into Leon's arms. Like what happened about an hour ago, when she lost sight of you during Leon's assault on Salazar's castle--and she still hasn't managed to get you back. Well, not until you got separated from Leon in one of those trapped hallways and went running into another room to hide, only to find that you've ducked into the bookbinding tower.

It's a miracle she even gets to you in time, slinging herself around on that hookshot to fly through the already-opened window, just in time to launch herself feet-first into one of those possessed knights and send it squealing and flailing into the fireplace. But when you look at her with those soft eyes and that teary face, she just melts, and it reminds her of why she picked you up off your knees and saved you in the first place.

"Adaaaa!" You sob and scramble to your feet, running for her in your stained lab coat and hugging her tight enough to bruise. Usually you're the one fussing over her and her parasite, but now you're like a child wailing for their mummy--and it's so cute, god it's so cute.

"There, there." She gets to croon, stroking your hair with a gentle hand and smiling softly as you bury your face in her shoulder. "I'm here, now." You don't have to be scared. God, she's getting soft. Getting all melty and gentle with some whimpering little cupcake. But at the same time, her grip on you tightens because she knows she's never leaving you by yourself again. She can't take such a precious little thing like you getting hurt....no, it's not that bad to keep her eye on you. Can't leave you alone, can't leave you behind, certainly can't hand you over to Wesker--it looks like you might just become her new mission partner after all. Or maybe you can be a pretty new piece in her apartment to welcome her home after these long, long days. Who knows what the future holds for you and her...together?

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

PROMISED STEVE POST

This got long cause this part is very much all stuff I added to the story specifically for them 😭😭😭

So Steve is Paul’s cousin and part of one of the richy rich families. Rn he’s probably Eddie’s (or whoever is Eddie’s) little brother but that may change when I read the books. Steve is very much considered a stain on the family because he’s the product of an affair between the mom and some random poor guy which for that family is a very big deal-. But because they want to keep to appearances there’s no divorce and Steve stays with the family and never actually meets his dad (despite the fact that his bio dad absolutely adores him and fought tooth and nail to be able to at least see his son. Steve doesn’t know that tho). Steve insists he doesn’t care that his whole family hates him but he cares like…a lot.

So Steve, Paul, and whoever ends up being Astrid are all SUPER close. They basically treated Steve like their little brother. Paul always stood up for Steve and got away with it because he was the favorite. Steve won’t admit it but he was hit HARD when Paul left home. Like he cried at the airport and it was easily the first time Paul had seen him cry in years. Paul still tries to talk to him at least once a week and Steve finds out about Darry long before the rest of the family does.

So Steve is pretty much dreading the wedding other than the fact that he gets to see Paul for the first time in years. Steve finds out that Paul’s bringing Darry and think it’s an awful idea because Darry doesn’t even know Paul’s lore and also the family just found out about Darry and are like losing their shit-. And THEN Steve finds out Paul is also bringing Darry’s brothers and thinks that’s a worse idea but what does he know he’s just the kid 😔😔😔.

Steve goes with Paul’s best friend to pick them up from the airport and they’re all excited to see eachother and it’s cute. When they’re hanging out and exploring and eating dinner and stuff he starts talking to Soda (Ponyboy freaks him out). And they hit it off like IMMEDIATELY. Instant besties right here. Darry and Ponyboy are a bit weary but Paul swears up and down that Steve is a good kid. And then Steve goes home that night and the whole family is still like going insane that Paul is dating some random roofer guy.

And Steve hears how upset they are, and he’s been being told his whole life that the only good thing he could do for this family is marry well and then they can get back on track and write off the whole affair thing as a one time blip in the family tree. And so Steve knows this, and he sees how mad they are that Paul is with Darry, and he hears all the shit being talked about Darry’s brothers. And he REALLY feels the need to prove to us family that he doesn’t care about them. And Soda’s nice, and fun to talk to, and Steve laughed more in that one night than he had in weeks. Not to mention Soda is really good looking. And an idea forms in his head, a little two week fling sort of, they flirt with eachother and show up everywhere together, his family would get pissed and other than that no harm done.

They show up together the next day at the party, he’s there to help Paul introduce Darry and his brothers to Paul’s mom. It all goes really well, Soda’s a charmer by nature and he already is starting to feel an attraction to Steve, and Steve is having a genuinely amazing time when he thought this whole thing would suck. Eventually Steve gets sick of hearing the same passive aggressive comments and he can tell the looks the family gives Soda are starting to bother him, so they sneak off to Steve’s room. Soda winds up telling Steve about his parents and Johnny and Dally, and Steve tells Soda about his bio dad which he’s never told anyone outside the family. They end up falling asleep together and Paul definetly takes pictures.

Now, the first problem comes due to the fact that Soda falls in love really fucking easily. Like. He’s head over heels by the next morning. Steve is also kinda in love too ngl but like- he doesn’t realize that. So for the next little while it’s that, Soda keeps falling more in love and Steve is trying to convince himself it’s just a means to an end. But his heart jumps whenever he sees Soda, and he’s trying way too hard to make him smile. And then at some point Steve and Soda sneak off to go exploring and they end up having a kiss. And Steve freaks out and runs away and oopsie it’s time for the bachelor party.He also finds out about Astrids husband cheating at this point too which makes stuff worse.

The Curtis brothers don’t go to the party obviously (the fish thing still happens but I haven’t figured that out yet). And Steve and Paul are sticking together and Steve is seeing how people talk about Darry to Paul’s face. And now he’s starting to think that if he really loves Soda he shouldn’t put him in this situation where he’ll spend his whole life never being good enough and always being ‘lesser than’. Because he knows how that feels and it’s AWFUL. When they finally escape the party, Steve tells Paul about it. Paul tells Steve he knows it’s selfish to put someone like Darry or Soda into the family. That’s why Paul is walking out as soon as he marries Darry, which is gonna be soon cause he plans to propose.

Paul basically tells Steve that both of them are more than deserving of everything good about eachother, and whatever Steve does he’ll back him up. But he also says that Steve needs to think about if he’s really serious about this, and if Soda would be worth losing everything. And if Steve decides that he isn’t, then Steve needs to stop leading Soda on and cut things off before he fucks everything up worse.

So Steve thinks on it and basically goes ‘no fuck it I deserve to be happy and I hate this family anyway’. But he can’t like go all in yet cause he’s 17- but he talks feelings with Soda and they start doing this ‘kind of couple kind of not’ thing. And things are going amazing up until the wedding, where they find out that Darry was also the product of an affair and that Darry’s dad is very much alive. The grandmother and Paul’s mom corner him about it while Steve and Soda are odd dancing somewhere else, but Soda sees Darry run away from the party. He runs after Darry and Steve follows him without hesitation, but then he’s blocked by Paul’s mom. And she tells him that Soda isn’t something anybody in this family should associate with, especially not him. And the entire family is suddenly staring at Steve, and they look disappointed and disgusted, but also like they’ve never expected any better from him. And Steve suddenly feels a lot of pressure he was not remotely prepared for. And he folds and lets Soda run away on his own.

He immediately regrets it, and tries to find him again but by now it’s too late. Soda ignores all his texts but doesn’t block his number and Steve only finds out from Paul about them all going back home and Darry turning down the proposal. Steve straight up feels like the stupidest person in the world. And then Paul’s mother in character development gives Paul her engagement ring, and she probably has a long talk with Steve about the way she’s treated him and allowed the family to treat him. Steve doesn’t really forgive her or even let it help that much, but she does tell him to go after Soda. So Steve follows Paul to the airport, and waits at the gate while Paul goes to propose on the plane. When Soda gets off, Steve is there and the first words out of his mouth are all about how sorry he is. Soda kisses him and they hug and it’s all a very unrealistically happily ever after because this is still a rom com 😭😭😭

I think at some point Steve also meets his bio dad and his half siblings and downright ditches the family to stay with them because they like- actually love him and think he’s worth something- that’s a whole other story tho

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Two more episodes! Almost done!

I feel so accomplished, LOL! 🎉🎉

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The Empress told her, thank fucking god. She is now falling in line, as she would have from the start.

The shit they put this woman through one month postpartum, I cannot even 🤬🤬

***

LMAO, I love a masks-off Minglan 💪💪

Sweetie, she does indeed want you to die and you all know it.

***

Yes, thank god!

I mean, I loved this show to bits (minus a couple of exceptions here and there) but 73 episodes is loooooooooooooong 😭 I would be lying if I said that I was not ready to put it to rest.

***

Hmmm. Doubt.

I saw no battle, I don't believe a single word.

I bet they are all just lying in wait outside the city gates waiting for the inevitable coup that is about to happen here in the palace so that they can weed out all the traitors.

Besides, in addition to Gu Tingye, we also saw Lady Zhang's father and General Shen leave. There is no chance they are dead without it being shown on screen and milked for the dramatics.

***

What? Why?

***

LMAO, she's so lost in her own madness, he can't even see he's grieving.

What kind of question is that? Tingwei actually loves Tingye and never wanted him dead. He is genuinely mourning. But she cannot even begin to comprehend that.

***

LOL, go, Tingwei, go!

You may be a little stupid and easily tricked, but at least your moral backbone is not entirely made up of jelly.

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A trap? Is this a trap?

MINGLAN, DON'T GO!

***

Hehe, Minglan is back to being smart and competent and I am living!!

***

Who is this woman?

I don't remember her at all.

***

She is indeed a daughter of a general! 🔥🔥

I love Lady Zhang!

***

You remain an idiot and your end is nigh.

***

He sounds nice.

Such a charmer.

I hope Shitou and Minglan's head torturer get a hold of him.

***

IT'S FUCKING MANNIANG AGAIN. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

***

Poor little baby.

He is a month old and this is the third crazy woman trying to murder him. Fourth, if we count Madam Qin, who is standing behind all the others but hasn't attempted to stab him directly.

***

LOL, as always, I adore Nanny Chang!

This woman is such a queen, she never fails to come through.

***

Oh, shut the fuck up.

This child has been grating on my nerves ever since she was replaced by this older actress, but I am now completely done with her. Yeah, trauma, blablablablaaaaa, but I cannot stand her whining for this insane woman who has not been present in her life for years upon years and was highly abusive when she did show up. What exactly is she grieving for?

***

She couldn't annoy me more if she tried.

Your shitty mother was a bane upon society. She killed your little brother. She just attempted to kill your second little brother. She assaulted and nearly killed you (that fall... yeah).

[fishpyond]

My ZB1 rising sign guesses

I love zb1 and I'm such an astrology nerd so I would like to Speak My Truth to the Internet! (no one has posted their zb1 rising sign guesses/rectified chart attempts so I am trying to prompt others to.)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional! And I make mistakes! And I'm kinda just here for a good time ?!?!?!1?!

Jiwoong: Scorpio rising. His dark, clouded, mysterious eyes and long nose. His chart ruler for this rising would be Libra mars in either the 10th or the 11th house. He'd be a night chart so his benefic of sect would be Venus in the 2nd, which I can't help but feel doesn't really suit him. On top of the fact he doesn't seem necessarily mars-ruled to me. My second guess is Taurus rising. His chart ruler would be Capricorn Venus in the 8th. (Yes...) And he'd have Sun in the 8th, Moon and Mars in the 6th. He'd still have that Scorpio influence in his chart that I think is quite visible in his personality! And I feel like moon in the 6th is quite true to his work ethic and mindset. He puts his heart in the work he does and can't settle or move on until he deems his job done. Always going the extra mile to prove himself and all that he is capable of.

Hanbin: Libra rising. Doll like face, cheeks that easily flush, total charmer with his words and has people falling for him with just a glance! Sometimes I notice him making a subtle yet seductive smirk at people when he wants to persuade them into doing something, lol! His chart ruler would be Taurus Venus in the 7th. Actually, before I even decided Hanbin's rising I was more convinced his Taurus Venus had to be his chart ruler, especially since his voice is so smooth and pleasant! But now I see just how well it works out in the rest of the chart. He's touchy, affectionate, and somehow always brings comfort to people through his words or actions. With his Cancer MC, he takes on the parental role in the group by managing and protecting his group members like they're his family. His moon also lands in the 5th, which highlights his love for creativity and self expression which we see through things like performing and such. Also feel like moon 5th houses play the managers/overseers in groups because they find fulfillment in it. And then Virgo rising. I'm my worst enemy because I somehow Always mix up Virgo and Libra risings. I see him as a Virgo for all the same facial features, and in addition his eyes that always seem to be watching and analyzing the room. He's very aware of the people and atmosphere that surrounds him. His chart ruler would be Gemini mercury in the 10th house. I also know of a Virgo rising with Gemini mercury in the 10th and they have the exact same raspy and alluring voice Hanbin does. With his sun and mercury in his 10th, his personality and sociability is his selling point as an idol. He still reminds me so much of someone with a prominent 7th house, which adds up as his Pisces moon would fall into it. He cares a lot for the people around him and finds comfort in others. His Sagittarius Mars in the 4th house makes for a gentle but powerful mars energy nonetheless. He's driven to take care of his home and the people he cares most about. Very protective like a Mars 4th houser!

Zhanghao: Leo rising. But hear me out! I know I've heard many agree upon this rising sign, especially when we look at the fact that Hao has garnered popularity way before he even became an idol, as people were drawn in by his Flashy Leo Ways. He's extremely expressive, bright, and naturally shines under the attention of others. However, I think his Leo Sun chart ruler falls in his 12th house, along with his Cancer Mars and Mercury. He's quite introverted, known for being relatively quiet in comparison to the other members. He is creative, whimsical and has this serious 12th house charm I think is so obvious! People with Sun in the 12th house look like fairies to me. Pointy or jutted ears, watery eyes, soft skin complexion, etc. all of which I see in Hao. I also think his Mercury and Mars in the 12th make sense, since the way he speaks or goes about things can be unpredictable, as he is the type of person to go with his feelings and intuition. Also, I believe his Leo Venus would fall in the 1st house, again highlighting the fact that he attracts people with just his visuals alone!

Matthew: Sagittarius rising. HIs smile, his laugh, his energy that can be so big it fills a room. In Matthew's case though, I think his Pluto would fall within his 1st house. He can have quite the resting face and come off a bit unapproachable. I know he's said before that he even removed a piercing because he didn't want to appear intimidating. I think he's aware of the issues his image can cause and because of this, tries to control the way he's perceived (on brand for Pluto themes.) With that rising, his chart ruler would be Cancer Jupiter in the 7th or 8th. If it fell in the 7th, his Capricorn Moon would move to his 1st (I cannot imagine that.) If his Cancer Jupiter fell in the 8th well. I'm not sure How much I can speak on it especially since 8th house energy isn't always visible. I'm not so confident with this one. Other rising sign possibilities: Scorpio, with Cancer mars in the 8th. Or Libra rising with Cancer venus in the 9th and Gemini Saturn, Sun and Mercury in the 8th. The reason I'm so stuck on this 8th house influence is because I think he has pretty heavy Scorpio/Pluto/8th house energy in his chart and I just haven't figured out where this manifests. For someone with a sun mercury conjunction at 3 degrees in the ruling sign of Gemini, I think he's tends to be a little more reserved than I'd imagine someone with these planets be. It could be the 8th house that keeps him a little more reserved about what he chooses to say and share about himself. Also I do know that 8th/Scorpio people are the ones who like to share miscellaneous information about themselves but never the momentous or critical parts.

Taerae: Cancer rising... Contrary to the popular belief that he's a sag rising (I'm exaggerating) I actually find that his chart makes more sense to me as a Cancer rising. First of all he'd have a first house stellium housing his Sun [in conjunction with his] Jupiter, Mercury and Mars. One of the processes I go through when rectifying charts is deciding what their luminary of sect is (sun or moon). Because Taerae with a Sagittarius rising would make him a day chart with Mars out of sect, I assumed that's why it was so obvious to see his Leo Mars. However I now figure it's because it would land in his first house that expressing his Leo Mars is not something he's afraid of. Taerae puts on a confident front, he has this big, expressive energy that his Sun and Jupiter naturally allow him to show. He's known for his huge smile and positive aura, all traits that Jupiter in the first manifests as, and is very well spoken and doesn't have a hard time speaking what he feels, even with a Cancer Mercury. Another reason this makes sense to me is his chart ruler! Virgo moon in the third house! Whenever he'd talk about being a T (for MBTI) I kept wondering how that could manifest in his chart as a Sagittarius rising with a Cancer jupiter, but it makes more sense for him to be a T with his Virgo Moon ruler in the third. A mercurial sign in a mercurial house. He doesn't feel things... he analyzes them, Lol. But it is in conjunction with his Venus (benefic of sect). Which helps dial down a little bit of that awkwardness with his moon as he also has a natural charm that helps him get along with others and be so social and attractive. His Midheaven would be in Pisces, ruled by his Cancer Jupiter in the first. His identity is connected to his career as an idol and he presents himself as an aloof, creative person who can generally be more sensitive online as Pisces pick up on what others say and feel and tend to soak it all up.

Ricky: I've gone through the 5 stages of grief every time I've thought I figured out his rising sign but end up changing it for something "better". Initially I settled with the idea of Ricky being a Capricorn rising. Structured face, dresses formally, never shows his smile to people he's just met, hard to get to open up. He grew up in business which also makes sense with a Cancer Saturn ruler. Home/family life could've been blurred between his family's business life. Then I started to think about how much he reminded me of a Taurus. Which should be obvious, as he has his Sun and Mercury in the sign. But this energy was so intense. It was akin to my sibling's Taurus Sun and Mercury in the 2nd house energy and once the thought came to me it never left. He sounds like a Taurus Mercury in the 2nd. He's got this deep, slow, and steady voice. (but can also lose it in a second if prompted- with his Mercury squaring Uranus at 1 degree, haha). He's known by the members as the one who gets ready in the morning the slowest and also said himself that he moves at 0.5x speed. He is big on comfort and luxury. And is honest to a fault. If his Sun and Mercury landed in his second, then he would end up being either a Pisces rising or Aries rising. And the reason I lean towards Aries rising... uhhmmmm... is because he looks good in red hair *runs away really really fast*

Gyuvin: Cancer rising or Gemini rising. I can't decide... *head in hands*. It's less about the features of these rising signs that made me decide on them, but more on the houses his planets fall into. The most important factor to this is his Pisces Moon. In the First Degree. To me, I see his Moon falling into the 9th house. Other people I know with Moon in the 9th house have either grown up around a culture or in a lifestyle different from the norm, or grew up feeling drawn to wanting to know other cultures, countries, and languages. Gyuvin's really good at picking up languages and always has this way of getting along with people no matter who they are or where they're from. His Virgo stellium and Leo mercury would also fall into the 3rd house. Which is Sooo prominent in my eyes. He's playful, youthful, makes quick quips and jokes, a prankster at heart and is always jumping around and needing to move. He's got so much mercurial energy I cannot even imagine how hard and fast his mind works. (Also this has nothing to do with guessing his rising sign but it's so obvious that his moon opposes his mercury because he's always battling whether he wants to be funny and be proactive for jokes (Leo mercury) or be nice to them and treat them gently (Pisces moon). The internal struggle is endearing to watch...) I can't really decide whether I think it's his moon that I see more or his mercury though. So I'm settling for Not Knowing as of now...

Gunwook: My initial thought when I saw him was "Holy mother of Capricorn," and then, "Oh, I see some fire energy too." I think that with a chart like Gunwook's, the house that his planets fall into are very important to figuring out his rising sign. And I think his Capricorn stellium has fire influence! Which plays out in two ways for me: Leo rising with Capricorn Sun chart ruler in the 5th house along with 5th house stellium and Sagittarius Mars in the 4th. With 5th house influence, he is sociable, childish (in a good Leo Way), cares for his friends, loves to be on stage and preform, and doesn't mind being the center of attention. Or Taurus rising with Capricorn venus in the 9th and 9th house stellium with Sagittarius mars in the 8th. With 9th house stellium I would see this manifesting as his Very Tall Height and Hand Length, his love for learning, discovering the world, and being so adorably philosophical for a 19 year old haha. Both house stelliums makes sense to me so at the end of the day I guess it's just deciding whether or not he seems Sun or Venus ruled!

Yujin: Aries rising. His Aquarius Mars chart ruler is so obvious to me!! He's chill until he isn't, always doing something random and unpredictable, and has those iconic Aquarian Boba eyes that are so round, dark and shiny! Aquarian ruled people I notice also have slim faces and a sharp prominent chin. I also want to highlight his Pisces sun and mercury because those landing in the 12th house also really check out for him. He's very aloof, and depending on the day can either be the chattiest one in a room (maybe not with jebes though cause he's got serious competition lol) or the quietest one there. It can be hard for him to express himself through words, and people can tend to misunderstand him or take what he says the wrong way. He's also always sleepy or looks like it... hehe... very Piscean 12th house of him.

[cybercore-creations]

I just killed my Ex

Summary: Survivor!Danny x Fem!GF!Reader. Song fic based on "Kill Bill" by SZA

TWs: Murder, Stalking, Obsession, toxic relationships

She couldn't stay away. No matter how hard she tried, she still slunk around the survivors camp. Oh, how she wished you could just take him away, keep him all for herself, but unfortunately, kidnapping was not a perk that came with being the entity's favorite. Their blood boiled as he smiled at the blonde standing next to him. That smile should be for her. Her robe flowed in the wind as she turned around, leaving the area.

Of course she started with the mature idea. She spoke with other killers who told her that nothing ever good came from falling in love with Survivors. Nurse knew that best. Of course killers would make passes at eachother. Some strong bonds, other casual hook ups. "There was always other people" Amanda said with her arm around Hunteress. Just like Danny had Kate right now. No. She only wanted him and if she couldn't have him. No one could.

They were swept into the fog on a date. Danny loved nature walks, taking photos of everything. She loved them for scoping out a new base. Then the fog came. Pulling them apart. The entity was a sick bastard. At the beginning, she avoided killing Danny at all costs. When the entity finally threatened punishment, her hand (Well knife) was forced. But with him? No fun quips or a fucked up mori. Just a hook and moved on. He couldn't protect Kate then. That's when she had her fun. She'd rather put herself through the pain of killing Danny to get to the tattooed woman.

Every day, she hoped it was a fling. Danny was always a charmer. Girls practically threw themselves at him. After she found them walking hand and hand together in the woods like they used to do. "I wish I had my camera, you're the perfect model." He laughed. How she tried to spare him pain, but now the rage overcame her. Now, he'll be a victim like the rest. He didn't deserve her kindness anymore.

Danny and Kate were pretty much attached at the hip especially during trials. It made her sick. She wouldn't deny how beautiful Kate was. Shiny golden hair, perfect figure, intricate tattoos littering her skin. She couldn't blame Danny, he always went for the alternative girls. The fog swept over her as the trial began. Pulling up her tablet to see what survivors were playing his name was right on top, Kate's next to him. Now people would consider it fucked up for the entity to do that, but she smiled. Guess The Entity was reading her thoughts, giving her exactly what she wanted. She was ready to have him face down in a basement, snapping a pretty photo of his bloodied face.

Was it petty? Yes. She could have definitely been the bigger person and started treating him like everyone else. A victim, A piece of meat, apart of the game she had to win, but sadism was in her blood, even before the fog. She promised Danny she'd never hurt him when he first learned she was Ghostface, but promises get broken. He must of knew that as he protected Kate with everything he had. Now he was just a toy to torture however she wanted.

The first time she snapped a photo with him as he died, she sent a rush through her. It felt good. She expected it to break her heart like it did when she killed him regularly, but she was smiling this time. Though she still didn't give him the pleasure of hearing her voice. Even with the distortion by the modulator, he didn't deserve it. Easily hooking him up and laughing as the entity took him. In the distance, she watched a familiar woman run for a hatch. "Will this girl ever learn?" she mumbled, chucking her knife at Kate, directly hitting her in the neck. Huh, guess casual axe throwing with Huntress came in handy. As she came back to the camp, the other killers stared at her before Frank spoke up. "Huh, I never expected you to do it." "Love makes you do fucked up things kid." She sighed pulling her mask off. Nurse hugged her "Proud. Strong." She whispered barely speaking.

"What was that?" Claudette looked wide eyed. "Ghostface always goes easy on you Danny, what did you do?" "I'm... not sure?" He said, a bit shaken up with how quickly the behavior of the killer changed. "Well, he came the same time as you. Do you remember anyone it could be?" Dwight asked. Danny shook his head.

"Hey, maybe it's a girl." Nea suggested."No way. there's no way a girl could have killed him like that." Jake cut in."That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct." Nea rolled her eyes. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same as brutally bashing someone's skull into the concrete after they're dead. Takes a man to do that." Jake argued. "Or a man's mentality." Nea raised her eyebrows.

They didn't notice the killer hiding in the tree. "Huh, he really forgot about me." A slight hurt filled her chest. She KILLED for him before the fog. How could he forget that? How could he forget everything about her? Suddenly, that pain wasn't heartbreaking. It was rage, and it was no longer towards Kate.

All the other survivors were dead. The last hour was a game of Cat and Mouse between. "Oh Danny. Why are you running." She called out, pout in her maculated voice. Danny's hands shook slightly as he worked on the generator. Quietly she creeped next to him. "Boo" She whispered next to his ear. As he got up he attempted to run, only to be shoved to the floor.

"Danny, Danny, Danny" She sighed "What to do with you" She stood over his back. "You know if you would have stayed loyal the entity wouldn't have served you to me on a silver fucking platter" She laughed sitting on his back. "What?" He breathed out. She drove her knife into the back of his back like she'd done many times before but this time was different. She pulled up her mask over her lips and pulled him up by his hair. Her warm breath fanning over his ear. "Smile for the camera sweetheart." Click.

[bsvsasha]

more gg headcannons bc the people liked the last one

serena has serious boundary issues and no sense of self preservation. she finds it easy people crossing the line cause she deserves this for what she did to blair or she can go out (even though she told blair and nate she would stop drinking for a while) because georgie’s her friend and she loves her right? she is so easily convinced she is in the wrong that it endangers her life.

when serena tells blair about chuck trying to sa her, yknow after they arent actively trying to ruin each other’s lives anymore, blair damn near kills him. like straight up. she at the very least thinks about it

nate, the sweet summer child he is, would always pick flowers for the girls when he was younger. all the elementary school teachers called him a little charmer but he just thinks the flowers smell nice and he wants his friends to smell them too

when blair was around 12 or 13 she went through an ice skating phase. no one really knows the catalyst or why she was so fixated on it but she then took it upon herself to teach nate, chuck, and serena how to skate too (and if serena holds onto her extra tight so she doesn’t fall down while they laugh at the boys slipping and sliding, then that’s for her to know)

serena fucking loves baseball (there is literally no justification or reasoning for this one i just think its funny)

[3minsover]

One Night Love Affair

inspired by the bryan adams song. steddie au, imagine your own happy ending. sometimes one night is all two people are allowed.

Steve doesn’t usually come to parties alone, especially when he knows a grand total of 3 people out of the dozens that will be there. But he’s a charmer, a people person - he’ll make it work. he jokes and laughs his way around the room for a while, before slipping away for a smoke in the front yard. The gravel crunches satisfyingly under his sneakers, and he twists his foot just to feel the tiny stones scrape and grate over each other while pulling a cigarette from the carton.

“Need a light?” a voice asks from behind Steve, soft and open and not a little unexpected. Steve turns as he pinches the cigarette between his lips, and sees a dark haired man with eyes like blistering coals and lips like rose petals. The man pushes up from where he’d been leaning against the wall and pulls a box of matches from the pocket of his jacket. It’s black and leather and supple, shining satin against the porch light.

“Yeah, thanks.” Steve inclines his head towards the new-struck match, eyes flicking up to meet those of this stranger, and the blaze illuminates a rim of black kohl around those dark, warm eyes. Steve’s heart lurches, suddenly unable to look away. He forgets to suck on the smoke, leaving it trapped between loosely pursed lips, and only foggily remembers when the man’s eyebrows disappear up behind the waves of his bangs.

“Y’gotta suck on it,” the guy says with just a hint of amusement undercut by something richer, and steve gasps, lungs filling with smoke unexpectedly. He splutters, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth.

Steve has seldom felt such an immediate attraction to anyone, never been blindsided by all that’s promised in the newness of a stranger. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, and yet he is overcome, sudden and sure, and all at once the party means nothing. It’s too loud, too many people he doesn’t know, Steve’s not even sure why he still goes to these things.

Within a few more choking breaths, Steve manages to even out his breathing, before pulling in a lungful of smoke intentionally this time.

“Thanks, uh, again. I’m Steve.”

“Eddie. You know Tommy?” the man, Eddie, asks, only shifting a half-step back away from Steve.

Instinct is a funny thing. In no other circumstance would Steve’s body tell him to grab the hand of a stranger and run, away from people, from safety. He knows better than that, has only just learned the man’s name for god’s sake. but a new kind of instinct emerges, something altogether more powerful.

“Yeah, but I’d rather know you,” Steve states, bold and surprising even to himself. Eddie, taken a little aback by steve’s forwardness, blinks hard. But then his face splits into a hungry smile, his own cigarette trapped between two rows of straight white teeth.

“Why don’t you take me somewhere private, and you can get to know me all you want.” And there’s a little innuendo in it, Steve knows that, more than a little flirting in Eddie’s smooth, sure voice. He welcomes it, twitches his eye in a wink.

With easy comfort that should not be, they round the hood of Steve’s car and clamber in. Steve drives them out towards the quarry, tries not to break the speed limit, but the balmy night and the fizzle of possibility has him pushing his beemer hard down open road.

Conversation comes easily, exhilarating with each new morsel uncovered, and by the time they’re pulling up to the edge of the woods a hundred yards from the quarry’s edge, Steve’s certain that he will never have another night like this.

Eddie leads the way towards the craggy edge and crouches before throwing his legs out in front of him and letting them dangle. Steve follows suit, letting some story about the first time he came up here fall from his lips like the overflow of a bath.

As Steve talks, Eddie lights a cigarette, and Steve pulls one of his own from the carton. This time, however, the matches are forgotten. Eddie pinches Steve’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, turns his face toward him and leans forward, hollowing his cheeks as the cherry of Eddie’s cigarette nudges up against the unlit end of Steve’s.

Steve steadies his smoke between the first knuckles of his fingers, keeping it in place as Eddie is him. When plumes of smoke spill up into the air between their faces, Steve drops his hand, skating his palm mock-accidentally over the side of Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s eyes meet Steve’s, thrilling and unfamiliar but known in such a way as Steve has never felt.

They sit on the edge of the cliff, smoking and talking about nothing in particular. Each topic comes and goes, dissipating into the night with their breath. The words they speak are only for tonight, only for now, they will disappear before the morning light.

It’s probably around 3am when the bravery that had been teasing at his thoughts finally sinks into Steve’s skin under the twinkling of the stars, and moves his lips for him.

“Y’know you caught me by surprise.”

“Oh yeah? Surprise how?”

Steve considers for a moment, finds he can’t look directly at Eddie under the violet light of the dark. Eddie’s doe eyes and expectant gaze, his full lips and quick tongue had had something curling and twisting Steve’s insides into wriggling knots, and he knows exactly why.

“Y’know the jacket and the eyeliner and all. Didn’t think you’d exactly be my type…of person,” Steve adds quickly, skin prickling at having given himself away so easily. Eddie makes a little indignant noise, and Steve anxiously whips to look at him, sees the curl of Eddie’s lips into a smirk.

“Thought the same about you, big boy. usually I’m not one for uh…” Eddie reaches out to flick one of the buttons that sits over his sternum, “polo shirts.”

Steve dips his chin and chuckles, then takes a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the chalky ground beside him.

“You think you…could be?” Steve asks, chin still lowered, looking up through his lashes at the pale plains of Eddie’s moonlit face.

It’s closer now than it had been, where Eddie’s now leaning forward on his palm, bringing their faces only a few inches from each other’s.

“Think I already am, Stevie.”

The kiss comes slow, gentle, and Steve’s skin sparkles. Then the press of a tongue tip against the center of Steve’s lower lip, asking permission.

It’s granted with a gasp and a flutter of fingertips at the back of Steve’s neck, and then hands are in hair and under shirts and somehow they make it to the car, stumbling and intertwined.

They fog the windows with secret words, feelings too big to hold, too sudden to contain, too delicate to keep.

The deepest night hours slip away in a slow exchange of sensation, and too soon the sun begins to peek between the trunks of distant trees. the softness of touch becomes more urgent, now apprised of its deadline. Steve thinks that Eddie, too, knows that whatever this is will only exist in the dark, in the quiet hours.

The night ends too early. The light of day creeps peach and primrose over the horizon, and the ending of things begins. Steve drops Eddie back at his van, still parked in the driveway of some house that belongs to someone whose name is no longer important.

They part ways with a kiss as wistful as it is sweet: Eddie’s hands cupping Steve’s cheeks like he’s something delicate, Steve’s fingers curling around the lapels of Eddie’s jacket and tugging him closer, just for a moment longer.

Just a moment more, and maybe it’ll never end.

Steve watches Eddie drive away, and knows in each beat of his heart that all they had shared under the moon-bright sky is all they ever would. Life will get in the way, paths will run parallel without overlap, years will crumble between them until this is but a distant echo of a memory of a kiss.

Sometimes, one night is all two people are allowed.

[lazysublimeengineer]

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

Summary: Reo decided that it should be a crime for Chigiri to be breathtakingly beautiful but he really wouldn’t mind if the redhead arrested his heart right into his hands.

Characters: Chigiri H. & Reo M.

Title: what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

Pairings: Chigireo

Summary: Reo decided that it should be a crime for Chigiri to be breathtakingly beautiful but he really wouldn’t mind if the redhead arrested his heart right into his hands.

Additional Tags: fluff, minor spoilers, reo having a heart crisis over chigiri’s beauty and talent, chigiri being the best boy and charmer as always, chigireo

(A/N: Chigiri is my best boy in the franchise and Chigireo is one of my top tier ships in the fandom. But I still didn’t have any written fic about them? Blasphemy. So here you go. Short one-shot fic for them and a birthday gift to my fellow readers who also adores them. Also inspired by the track Gold Rush from the Evermore album. I don’t own anything from this franchise except this fic of mine. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this beautiful song).

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

Long, silky strands of red hair dancing gloriously out in the field had occasionally caught Reo’s line of sight every time they’re out in the field for a match or having a practice on one on one.

It was hard not to miss it.

It was also harder not to miss out on his pair of vermillion orbs which gleamed strikingly every time he was out on the field and scored his own goal at the net against their opponents.

Reo’s heart flipped erratically inside his chest every time his eyes landed on the other’s presence which seemed to be inviting him in.

Chigiri Hyouma’s existence almost made him jump onto the cliffs of his own sweetest downfall.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

“But I’m a man.” Chigiri clarified as he accepted Karasu’s hand and stood up from the ground.

Reo resisted the urge to snort as he watched from afar how Chigiri immediately caught the eyes of one of the Blue Lock players out in the field.

Of course.

It wasn’t surprising to know that Chigiri would gain a new set of admirers because apart from his cool persona and exceptional skills in soccer, he was a head turner.

He exuded a pleasant and comely face that could easily beguile any being who set their eyes on him.

What was confounding in the way that had a small part of him had been feeling strange…

…a lump of his throat and the irascibility flared at the sight.

What it jealousy…?

Reo immediately shook his head.

Nope.

They weren’t anything for him to feel this jealousy about.

Then why did these irrational feelings rise within him?

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

“A brown jacket would suit you.” Chigiri’s cool voice reached his line of hearing and cut off Reo’s deliberation as he wondered on what more would complement his purple plaid shirt at the upcoming gala soon.

“What makes you think so?” Reo asked as he kept his gaze on the two jackets laid on the bed in front of him.

It wasn’t until Chigiri was in front of him and blocked his view of the jackets that it finally caught his attention.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that Reo? Who was well known for a flair of fashion aside from Yukimiya?” One of Chigiri’s brows arched playfully as he took the brown jacket from the bed and draped it over him.

Reo’s breath got caught in his throat as he sensed Chigiri’s proximity and could feel the warmth emanated from the other. His deep, ruby eyes clashing against his mauve orbs.

Reo could only pray that he didn’t appear like an idiot in front of the other as he could feel the impending rush of mortification flooding his cheeks soon.

“There. Looks good on you.” Chigiri murmured as a soft smile lingered around his lips.

“Y-yeah... Thanks for letting me know Chigiri. You’re the best fashion guru ever.” Reo chuckled nervously before he gently stepped away from him and quickly turned around and left the room, not waiting for Chigiri’s answer or reaction even though he could feel his eyes bored right into his back.

Reo was almost deafened by the loud beating of his heart.

What the hell was that all about?

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

At dinner parties

I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town

We wandered 'round had never

Seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea

'Cause you know it could never be

Sometimes Reo’s mind was traitorous.

When he was sure that his mind was completely focused on the pragmatic ideas on hand such as strategizing in soccer techniques or how he would probably run their company if in case he was destined as a CEO in the future, his thoughts would drift away.

And would wander around their resident Blue Lock princess.

Reo wondered on how must it be for Chigiri to grow up that downright strikingly beautiful.

He knew beforehand on how it would be the receiving end of endless flattery and attention since people flock to him like a school of fish back in Hakuho high.

But for Chigiri...

...he appeared cool and nonchalant as ever.

Even if he wasn’t the most sociable not talkative player in their group, other people still took notice of him. With his hair cascading down his shoulders like a seamless waterfall, a pair of scarlet orbs which drew you in effortlessly from that gaze alone and that simple yet captivating smile which made you feel as if you’re the most important person on Earth.

He wondered what if felt like to be the receiving end of Chigiri’s full attention and affection as well.

It was in that exact moment and as if answering his own thoughts, Chigiri’s attention fell back to him and their eyes met.

In the vast sea of people eating with them in the cafeteria, the noise dwindled into nothing and only the encapsulating space can be seen or heard from their senses as their eyes met.

Reo swallowed thickly before he flashed him a smile as if to hide away his own thoughts which threatened to make him fall back into embarrassment.

Chigiri smiled back at him radiantly.

And in that moment Reo knew.

And he was in deep shit.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

Chigiri watched Reo as he went back into eating and tried to play it cool even though he saw the faint flush around his cheeks.

It was honestly cute.

Seeing Reo out of his element sometimes was a refreshing sight.

And it became a habit to make him fluster and see that face be adorned with a rosy blush or how his purple eyes would widen and a maelstorm of emotions would pass him.

Chigiri knew that Reo was already popular and one of the most sought out players in the facility not just because of his status and family name but also because of his impeccable skills in soccer and socialization.

He swore that he could also pursue a career in modeling just like Yukimiya because of his arresting beauty and features.

And the resident rich boy had also arrested his heart.

But he was not in a rush.

Chigiri had all the time in the world to make the boy fall in love with him anyway.

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

At dinner parties

Won't call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town

We never found will never

See a love as pure as it

'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea

'Cause it will never be

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

(A/N: Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[findroleplay]

twenty1+ admin is ftm & 21. 🍸

seeking a ftmxm plot about a posh, wealthy art collector married couple who seemingly have a perfect marriage that is anything but what it appears to be on the surface. give me a self assured, very confident and vainglorious, very well respected art dealer, who is borderline narcissistic behind closed doors. adores when m/c is drooling for him. the type to lovebomb m/c one day and fuck someone else in his office when m/c is away the next. m/c is a catch: he is a gentleman, he can cook & clean, he is very loving, will take y/c out, a sweet talker/charmer. has very refined taste. very hot & cold. depending on y/c, if he stays out for too long, says the wrong thing at the wrong time, or m/c just thinks something is off, it gets explosive very easily. but when m/c is idolizing y/c…. he falls hard. he becomes malleable and mushy and soooo desperate for your characters love and affection. would get on his hand and knees for it. despite all of this, they seem like a perfectly loving couple to friends, family and outsiders.

dead dove content such as feminization/misgendering, dubcon, domestic violence/abuse, codependency, “accidental pregnancy”, manipulation & gaslighting and the sort are welcome & should be expected. characters of colour preferred. i want our characters to be sooo obsessed with each other with a very explosive and passionate dynamic. switches preferred for this plz. m/c will be ftm for the heads up❣️

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[rollinpinwheel]

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒! || Accepting

🎭 MASKS

Absolutely. Pinwheel will most often portray the hyperactive and excitable performer he plays at the theme park, and yes, this is very much who he is, he loves playing this character... but when the curtain falls, he's a much more complicated android than just Haha let's fuck around and scare kids— He's not a fool, despite the attire.

Audience, Strangers & Park Guests

While his enthusiasm for the park might be a bit strong and overwhelming, and he has caused more than a few incidents at this place that almost got it shut down several times, Pinwheel will keep that smile going and the theatrics rolling. Destructive, hyper, glitchy, intense and just a bit too uncanny... he is either annoying, or a nightmare, depending on your attitude.

Other Fizzies

Pinwheel doesn't actually treat other Fizzies all that differently from the other park guests. He sees himself above most of them, considering his gig at the park the perfect job where he never has to be anybody's companion, in denial about the sad existence he's leading as well... and the fact that he's one of if not The oldest Fizzy out there. If anything, this is where you start to see his meaner side, beyond just being creepy... because the Fizzies aren't paying customers. He'll play pranks on them and make rude remarks on their jobs, praising his own instead... he's just a dick man.

Fizzarolli

He's so mean to Fizzarolli Jesus Christ. He hates his guts and he will poke and prod at his insecurities the entire time he's around him. He wants to get under his skin, he's just really fucking toxic with Fizz. You'll most likely see Pinwheel's mask drop when Fizzarolli is brought up in conversations, voice lowering and grin growing just a little more wide... he might even get pissed off, which is a tricky thing to do. Fizz has the talent though, even if his intentions are good.

Mammon

Oh he'll kiss Mammon's ass, at least in whatever way he needs to. He knows that he's the one in charge of the park, even if he likes to think of himself as the manager... you'll never see Pin be this much of a charmer around anybody else. He's still rude and he'll most likely piss off Mammon at some point too (he's made in his image after all..) but he thinks the "big boss" is amusing and worth keeping happy, if it means he can pick his pockets while he's at it- Saying that he respects him is... difficult, though.

✂️ SCISSORS

Pinwheel doesn't really let people into his life in the first place. He's more likely to reject you at the doorstep than let you in, but if he for some reason would open up to you... it'd not be that difficult for him to let you go once you're in.

His life is very repetitive, he's broken and buggy, he lives off of the audience acknowledging him every day... he is near delusional. If you let him down, he'll toss you aside like yesterday's news and go back to his (unhealthy) life, because it's all he knows. Maintaining your relationship isn't worth it.

[heavenlyreads]

Girlish Charm?

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My Oma completely believes that the one thing that a woman will always be able to depend on is how good of a charmer she is. You don’t have to be stunningly beautiful, you don’t have to be six feet even and slender, and you don’t have to have perfect teeth. You just have to be able to talk in the right tone and say the right words, know when a soft hand placed on the side of a man’s arm is appropriate, and be able to emote with your eyes. The gruffest of men love a little charm and it works on all men; I can’t name a single man out there who wouldn’t fall for a woman who could easily use her eyes and the softness of her voice to bewitch him and there’s next to no trickery involved, it’s all skill.

One of the women I was lucky enough to have help raise me as child is no looker, that’s the first thing she’ll say about herself when asked what she thinks her strengths are. She has crooked teeth, coke bottle glasses and a permanent squint, she has scoliosis and issues walking, and the gruffest of men are enchanted by her, ask after her, and try to keep her happy. She has an exquisite way of speaking and has been asked up to Tokyo year after year since 1978, she’s confident and her voice has been steady and soft for years now, she knows when to make jokes, she’s demure but not too shy, and she keeps up to date with the goings on of the world and pays attention when others are speaking.

I learned the tricks of the trade from a woman who went to ask for more food rations one day and was told “don’t ask me what you can do for me, let me ask you what I can do for you”. Is my Oma a stunner? To me, yes, she’s 96 now but has never lost her hold on any of the people she’s known throughout life and she still is asked to go to all manner of places to see old friends or because someone’s grandpa is dying and would love to see her face one last time. She tells a story where one of the men she knew before the war got himself blown up, went temporarily blind, and requested that she come to see him when she could to read to him and then come back when he was having the bandages taken off his eyes so that the first thing he saw was her. Did she go? No, I don’t think she wanted him to have the privilege of seeing her but she kept enough mystery to keep him wanting more and it worked out.

The fact of the matter is that great beauty matters not when social skills are not up to par and being able to show your inner beauty through your speech and your mannerisms is a highly desirable trait. I grew up being told that my movements needed to be more liquid, that my jaw needed to be looser when I spoke, and that I needed to be able to make eye contact at the right time but not constantly. One does not have to be perfect, that’s why there’s a “girlish” before charm, but trying and succeeding about 85% of the time is what makes the world go round and learning what to do and when you need to do it is what my Oma has been sure to impress upon me throughout the majority of my life.