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0alanasworld0 · 2 years ago

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Fasting & Friendlies (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request 1: Hi angel ramadan moubarak! Can you write something about ziyech during ramadan? It’s ur first ramadan together and he’s away since he’s in morocco, you can add or change whatever you like. Thank you sm 👼🏼

Request 2: Just loving Hakim and seeing that sparkle in his eyes😔 like spoiling him and always giving him little kisses maybe even appreciation posts on instagram

warnings: none

“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” Hakim yells from downstairs. You appear at the top of the stairs with your luggage and a scowl on your face.

“You had me rushing around and we’ve got three hours until takeoff.” you huff, carefully dragging your stuff down the stairs.

“Two hours and forty five minutes, actually!” he corrects and you give him a look that sets him straight. He holds his hands up in surrender before taking your things and carrying them to the car with you following behind him.

You’re feeling a little less grumpy now but you still refuse to look at him when he opens the car door for you. He does that adorable little bow that you would normally laugh at but you haven’t finished being mad at him just yet so you avoid his gaze and drop into the car seat with another huff. He sighs before getting into the driver’s seat and taking a look at you, a warm hand on your thigh.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I just can’t have anything go wrong, you know? I’m just sooooooo desperate to show these off to Abde and Bilal!” he jokes, pointing at his shoes, and you can’t hold your smile back anymore.

“I’m still sleep deprived.” you cross your arms, turning your head away dramatically and he chuckles. You furrow your eyebrows when you hear the rustling of plastic packaging and you slowly turn your head to face him. You finally let a full smile break free with what you see. Your absolute favourite crisps hidden in the glove box. You wrap him in a tight hug before grabbing the bag from his hands and scarfing down the much needed meal for your suhoor.

“You’re almost forgiven.” you mumble between munching as he starts the car.

“Almost?!” he exclaims, lightly slapping your thigh with an exasperated shake of his head and you chuckle. You could never stay mad at him. And at the end of the day, he was right. Both of you have been planning for this trip to the very T. All that time off and away from the club served two purposes. 1. To give him the luxury of spending more time with you and 2. To only strengthen his drive to play. Sure, game time was important but he was ready anyway. Everytime he thought about the fixture, his stomach erupted into butterflies. He was finally gonna get to see them all again and the buildup to the day of the flight felt so painfully slow but it was finally here. He was going home.

Now that the initial tired slump has worn off, you can’t help it. You’re both buzzing with energy now. The closest you had to home was talking about it and now you finally got to spend 2 weeks with the people you both considered family and in the place that connected you all. And with the way Hakim described it, Ramadan in Morocco was going to be a magical experience and you couldn’t wait to share Hakim’s safe space with him.

“You need to try the Tagine, the Bisara and… uh… just everything! And the air is so refreshing, it's so colourful and bright- not like here with all the grey- and the people are always so nice, always just giving out freebies!” he excitedly rambles, squeezing your thigh gently. His own thigh is bobbing up and down at the red light and it makes you so happy because it takes a calm person like him a lot to show their excitement.

“Hakim, my love: I think the freebies are because you’re Morocco’s 4th top goal-scorer of all time. I don’t think they’re doing that regularly!” you remind and he hums.

“I didn’t think about that.” he admits with a shrug, picking up where he left off.

When you reach the airport, concern bubbles as you see 2 random men waving, rather crazily, and seemingly towards you. Only when you squint, you realise that they’re familiar faces and not some hooligans out to irritate Hakim. Well it is just that but familiar hooligans at least. The men are sprinting towards you and Hakim as you take your time to get out of the car.

“YES YES YES NOW YOU HAVE TO ASK FOR THE DESSERTS!” Nayef yells, grabbing Hakim by the shoulders and bringing him into a bear hug. You watch on, completely confused by the situation unfolding and still not completely there. Hakim sighs with a huff, turning to you.

“Surprise! Nayef and Ilyas are joining us!” he winces. Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee are still clearly very excited. You decide not to pry further so with a shake of your head, you get to the car to grab your luggage.

After praying in your separate areas, you all return together to sit at one of the cafes in the airport. Not that any of you were going to eat but courtesy of the staff being Chelsea supporters - much to Nayef and Ilyas’ dismay - you were allowed to sit and rest in one of the comfortable booths while you waited. You can’t help but be completely drained already so you rest your head on Hakim’s shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and you interlink your hand with his, sighing out in relief and closing your eyes. You choose to ignore the gagging noises that the other 2 are making but you know that Hakim is probably giving them his signature death glare. No middle fingers or swearing but he had that killer glare that would do the trick anyway and the noises subsequently stop. You can’t help but smile at the situation unfolding. Oh this was going to be a good 2 weeks, you just knew it.

“Okay everyone give me your passports.” Hakim instructs and you can’t help but giggle. Airport dad Hakim was finally here. You supposed that the fasting delayed it a little bit. The boys both furrow their brows, looking to you for an explanation as hakim looks through his backpack, bringing out the folders.

“He doesn’t trust you to take care of your stuff.” you put it simply. They both look to Hakim in offence.

“I’m very responsible, thank you very much!” Nayef exclaims and Hakim gives them a side eye (bombas- no).

“Look me in the eyes and say that.” Hakim challenges, putting the pair under his intense gaze. The lack of response is all he needs.

“All right cmon, GIVE!” he repeats, a little more sternly now and the boys relent their documents with a sigh. After checking the dates on the passports and having a go at Ilyas for not renewing his (it was going to expire in 2024), you all make your way to check in but not before Hakim checks the flight information for the umpteenth time since you entered the airport. You all look like little children trailing behind him as he navigates. In typical Hakim fashion you are an hour too early so you all drop down onto the uncomfortable airport benches.

When the time finally does come and you all haul your luggage onto the conveyor belt. Hakim’s brow is furrowed in concern as your luggage goes through. And just as he suspected, you’ve overpacked.

“I knew this would happen.” he pinches your cheek before opening the side compartment of his own suitcase to bring out an empty backpack. He hands it to you with a kiss to your cheek and he ends the matter there, helping you to offload some of your stuff into it. The boys look on in disbelief.

“Where’s the lecture for her?! How’s this fair?!” Ilyas points out frantically.

“Overpacking can be solved in a few minutes. An expired passport cannot.” Hakim explains but not without slapping the back of Ilyas’ head first.

After recollecting the passports and rechecking the gates, Hakim takes to studying the planes while the rest of you find yourselves engrossed in your word hunt challenges.

“Does your loving husband always do this?” Nayef mumbles absentmindedly before shutting his phone off, his face in his hands as he loses yet another game. You pat his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him after your victory.

“Oh yeah, gets the job done though so no complaints from me!” you say with a shrug, looking over at Hakim with a smile on your face.

“The airport dad pose really does it for you?! Really?!” he teases and you pinch his arm.

Only as you’re about to walk onto the plane does Hakim return the precious passports, giving a stern glare to all of you and keeping track of where you keep them.

He finally seems to let go of all of his tension when you’ve all taken your seats and he sits up with his phone.

“Oh I’m going to trash all of you at word hunt.” you all groan in response because Hakim was good at many things: one was being organised and the other was puzzles.

After about 4 hours of a fairly peaceful flight, many pretty photos of clouds, and even more photos of you and Hakim asleep together being spammed in the group chat, the sight of the landing ground getting closer and closer was an exciting one. For the first time today, all of you are buzzing with energy as the flight draws to a close.

Once you reach the hotel, you and hakim now separate from the boys as you all make your way to your rooms. He hugs you before dragging you to fall onto the bed with him and he groans in relief.

“Can we just stay here please?” he mumbles.

“And go to bed without irritating Romain?” you joke and he immediately shoots up.

“I almost forgot!” he exclaims, energy returning and he’s now hauling you up and back onto your feet. You don't have much time to think as he’s dragging you out of the door.

When you reach the lobby, you’re guided to where the rest of the team are waiting and you hoped you would remember the smile on Hakim’s face forever. All of his best friends, all of the people he considered family, gathered in the lounge happily talking to each other face-to-face for the first time in months. The time apart felt hellish, for some more than others, but whenever they got to speak to each other, it was like they’d never been apart.

There’s Yassine and Romain talking with Bilal and Benjamin, probably another wise old man lecture because you can see the latter two dozing off every once in a while. Sofyan, Abde appear to be preoccupied with an arm-wrestling contest with Ounahi and Dari officiating. Abde appears to be on the brink of tears while Sofyan looks cool as ever. Hamdallah is knocked out completely on one of the couches and you can see Anass and Boufal prepare to sneak up on him. It’s chaos but a very comforting one. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss these guys too. You see Noussair waving at the pair of you and push Hakim on.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Hakim remarks and Nous simply rolls his eyes, a bright smile quickly making its way onto his face.

“Oh please you missed me more than anyone here and you know it!” he brings you both into a hug before you all start talking again. You knew that Hakim was extremely fond of Nous in particular so this catch-up in particular meant a lot to him. Your eyes focus on Hakim. He looks to be having the time of his life: he’s rarely an animated person but he becomes something else with his fellow Ajax graduate. It’s something that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of seeing.

Thankfully he’s kept occupied long enough for everyone else to slip to the dining hall without him noticing. Sure his birthday WAS yesterday and he had a wonderful time spending it with you but it was only a day late so why not share it with the people he loved most?

When the 3 of you finally make your way to the dining hall, you’re met with a litany of confetti cannon blasts and the sight of the huge birthday cake. The cheers from the team put a dopey smile on his face as the joys of the return fully settle in. all of his favourite people gathered in one place. All smiling and energetic as ever. He couldn’t ask for more.

The cake is quickly shared out along with the rest of the meal and everyone is quick to dig in. Ounahi, the resident bully of the group, is of course the first to speak when the chatter slowly starts creeping up again.

“The cake is great and all but I think we can all agree that the best way to celebrate this momentous occasion is with some entertainment! Ben, you’re up!” he announces and the poor guy reluctantly moves to stand on his chair with a microphone already in his hand. It was time for his group initiation.

“Some things never change.” Hakim whispers and you laugh quietly, eager and waiting for the entertainment to begin. That brightness in his eyes really was just spectacular. Over here, he was just freed of a stress that he simply couldn't get rid of over in London. he was happier than he could ever he describe when he spent time with you but the burdens of the club always still lingered in the back of his mind, he was never truly free of the stress. it weighed him down and only now do you realise that.

It hurts to think about but you're glad he gets some time away from it where he genuinely isn't being weighed down. He's focussed on the performance in front of him and you're certain that Benjamin's predicament is hilarious, you can't tear your eyes off Hakim. everything else is drowned out as you stare at him. He hasn't stopped smiling since he arrived, you realise. you truly wished that things could just stay like this forever but of course it wasn't to be that way so you're thankful that he gets these next couple of weeks. Momentarily, you forget that everyone else is there and you catch him off guard by hugging his side. He looks down at where you've nestled your head with a confused smile. Nonetheless, he welcomes the affection and snakes an arm around your waist to give a comforting squeeze. You lift your head from the crook of his neck and peck his cheek. You can see the redness start to appear so you go for another. And another. And another.

"Get a room, guys!" Sofyan whispers, nudging Hakim and he shrugs before leaving a kiss at your temple. The rest of the group has noticed too but become preoccupied as the next newbie is ordered to take the stage. You see no reason to leave your spot so you stay there, with your arms around him and his around you.

He zones out for a second as he processes things. Sure, you were an affectionate person, especially with him but in a group setting? Not that he had a problem with it by any means. this was basically his family so he knew he had nothing to worry about but still. He wonders what's sparked it.

The next few days in the build-up to the match felt like a fever dream. You had expected Hakim and the boys to be sore and completely shattered by the end of every day. So imagine your surprise when Hakim sends you a photo of the mural in the prison. That day he comes home absolutely beaming as he recalls how kindly he was treated and how much fun he had. What's strange is that he IS sore and he HAS spent hours upon hours training but by some miracle, they’ve managed to fit their field-trips into the schedule too. The next day is also bizarre but you can’t say that you’re too surprised when Hakim facetimes you while going to town on a colouring sheet. You can see Yassine and Anass in the background doing what they were actually supposed to be doing and you furrow your eyes as you pay closer attention to the background noise.

“Hakim, I might be wrong here but I think the kiddies are looking for you!” you laugh but he’s too engrossed with the task at hand to even look up at you.

“They can just come over here and join me with this!” he suggests, still refusing to look up. You can’t help but laugh harder as Romain comes up behind him to slap him on the head.

“You’re the bane of my existence, wallah. Can we get back to the task at hand?!” the captain scolds as Hakim winces.

“Oh hi, kiddo! Duty calls! ” Romain adds quickly, before ending the call and you can already imagine Hakim’s heedless protests at the action. You knew that one little setback very likely took nothing away from the fact that Hakim was having the time of his life. This was home. Not the grey abyss of England. He perhaps held Netherlands more fondly but THIS was home. He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

He sends you countless videos of them having a blast training: messing around and causing chaos, laughing at each other. This trip was turning out to be everything you both expected it to be and so much more.

The morning of the 22nd is a fuzzy one. You’d been waiting for it for ages for the special night but the early hours still have you in a haze with Hakim shaking you as gently as he can to wake you.

“My love, we need to eat!” he reminds, voice gentle on your ears which isn’t doing you much good in terms of waking you. His next attempt is more successful as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you so that you’re sitting up. You rub your eyes tiredly and he kisses your cheek, holding your face in his hands as he looks at you. You looked so cute, so tired, so grumpy. He loved it.

“Ramadan Mubarak, gorgeous! We have to have our suhoor remember?” you hum, vaguely understanding what he was saying which was honestly an improvement. Even with slight coherence, he’s still the one dragging you around and making sure you’re steady on your feet as you get to the lounge.

Some of the players are already there, gathered on the floor with the various dishes being shared around. You rest your head on Hakim’s shoulder as he gets both of your plates ready. The meal is fairly quiet, thankfully. The chatter is fairly minimal with everyone in the rooms at different levels of exhaustion. It's a peaceful moment and although you’re not fully there, you can still appreciate the fact that you were with people you had grown to love in such a short period of time.

You spend the day trying to distract yourself with some gift-shopping for when you went back home while Hakim was focussing on training for the match. There was very little time for the pair of you to talk in between so you were itching to see him by the time iftar rolled around. It was your first Ramadan together and although you were glad to be spending it in Morocco, there was a part of you that wanted to spend a little bit more time with him but you knew that it would be worth it in a few days.

You practically jump onto him when he walks through the door and you capture him in the tightest hug you can manage before dragging him to sit next to you. The rest of the team is soon to follow, too tired to make any jokes as Hakim kisses your temple. Everyone is clutching onto their dates and pouring large glasses of water as you await the Adhaan. Another benefit of Morocco was that you weren’t all having to constantly check your phones, you just had to wait for the beautiful sound to echo through the streets. And eventually, you do hear it. There’s a collective sigh of relief before you all dig into the dates, almond filled so that none of you had to deal with gnawing around the seeds. With the renewed energy, the chatter steadily increases in volume as the boys excitedly talk about the events that transpired during training. Hakim throws an arm around your shoulder as he continues the conversation. You may have been a little upset about the lack of time spent with him earlier during the day but moments like this where you truly felt like a family reminded you just how worthwhile the time apart was. Again, that look in his eyes was priceless. A sparkle that had become pretty rare over in London.

He falls onto the bed when the pair of you reach the hotel room and you’re soon to follow, shuffling under the covers and towards his arms.

“How are you feeling?” you ask quietly, wondering if he had already dozed off yet.

“Exhausted and excited all at once, love. It’s very confusing.” you chuckle together before he starts again.

“I know it seems far-fetched but I really think we could do this, you know?” he confesses. Everything was right. They were training harder than ever, praying, fasting. Things just felt right. He had every reason to be hopeful.

“Not far-fetched at all, my love. Before you know it, you’ll have another top 10 team on their knees.” you assert before releasing a huge yawn. He smiles, realising that you both most definitely need the sleep. The hand drawing shapes on your back is enough to send him into a deep slumber fairly quickly and you're soon to follow, dipping your head down to kiss his cheek before sleeping off the events of the day.

The 24th and 25th are stressful, stressful days. Every player giving it their absolute all in training, tensely going over the tactics, the analysis, and they just know they can’t let this match go to waste. It’s a chance to prove that their world cup run was no fluke. They’re here for real and they’re hungry for victory. This was their time to show it.

The tension doesn’t relieve by the time iftar rolls around either. Unlike the first 2 days, the silence isn’t broken even after everyone has dug in. The boys have heaps for energy but the idea of expending it now wasn’t one they wanted to act upon. The stress in the room is choking as everyone gets their fill. Only one thing on their minds. They’re quick to leave as well so they can pray together, Hakim pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before making his way out and you return back to your room to get ready to leave for the stadium.

The match is the first time you see him since the iftar, much to your dismay but you knew that he was where he needed to be. Surrounded by all the right people that made matches like this that much more magical so you felt a sense of peace in your heart.

The crowd was electric, some of the best you have ever seen. Colourful smoke bombs, streamers and giant sparklers ignited the atmosphere and perfectly reflected the feelings of the crowd. There are the charismatic Brazilians who were seasoned pros in all things football. As much as England proclaimed themselves to be the home of football, for most it was Brazil. It was a legacy they carried with pride and strived to preserve. But you and everyone in the stadium knew better than to count your husband’s team out. Morocco, a team that broke down a glass ceiling that had been imposed on non-European teams from the very start. It wasn’t going to be an easy fight by any means but you had faith. You knew exactly what they were capable of. And in the most blessed month of all times.

You smile when you see Hakim close his eyes to listen to the anthem. In truth, even without knowing Darija, he had spent a very long time learning the anthem but the feeling of the crowd, and such an energetic and passionate one was something that energised him in a way that nothing else could. You could feel the sound of the stadium quite literally move through you.

You feel your heart in your throat as the match begins, it just meant too much. Everyone had too much to prove. But you have to remind yourself that you have faith. They’d done it three times before with an extensive injury list haunting them last time. Now, with the entire team injury-free, there was no reason they couldn’t achieve the same greatness again. And you just had to keep reminding yourself of the fact.

You’re proven correct in your faith and you can’t help but cheer when you see Hakim immediately ease past the Brazilian defences with Ounahi at the helm to assist him. The speed of the passes was difficult to comprehend and you find yourself struggling to keep up. If you blinked, you would open your eyes to something completely new. The Moroccan tiki-taka. And it was your Hakim who was at the centre of it, you couldn’t be more proud already. Your cheers turn into full blown screams as the chance comes to fruition with Boufal taking a risky shot. The stadium lights up and the electricity moves through you in a way you hadn’t felt in any other stadium. The noise is overwhelming but the relief that you feel is all you need.

Fairly soon after the first chance, your eyes light up and you prepare yourself to scream again when you realise who is at the centre of this one. You get up from your seat and hold your breath, the scream bubbling up your throat but it's not to be this time. Wonderful chance for your husband but it goes just wide and he winces. You can imagine what's going through his head already. The normal Chelsea treatment would be online ridicule and contempt but you know the Moroccan crowd better than that. He gets a fairly big cheer from the crowd anyway and you smile widely when you see Walid giving him a reassuring thumbs up. He smiles back and then manages to easily find you in the crowd. You do the same as Walid and his smile widens and he gives you a shrug. Quickly getting ready for the play to continue.

The final half hour is tense as you all tensely wait and pray for a goal that could break the equaliser and it finally comes. The crowd once again is electrified with cheers as Sabiri takes Morocco back into the lead. Even with the comfort of the lead and the clearly worn out Brazilian side, nothing has you more happy than seeing Hakim continue to give it his all. For the first time in a long time, he looks like he’s having fun and you couldn’t be happier for him. It felt so right here. Things felt natural and he was reminded of why he loved the sport so much in the first place.

The final whistle is a sound almost as beautiful as the adhaan and the cheers vibrate the stadium once again, the volume at an all time high as Morocco do it once again. Yet another historic victory to solidify their world cup status. The crowd lights up once again as everyone celebrates the resounding victory. A reminder that was very much needed and a message that could be sent out to the rest of the world. You were so proud. So proud you could combust into flames. They really did it again.

You turn around from celebrating with some friends to see Hakim charge towards you, his face lit up with a smile. The next thing you know, he’s grabbing you by the hand and dragging you towards the field where you can celebrate freely on the grass. He lifts you up and spins you around as you laugh together before he puts you down. His arms stay in place however, grip tightening as he takes in the moment.

“We really did it.” he mumbles, dumbfounded by it all.

“Of course you did, you were amazing!” you beam and he furrows his brow.

“I messed up probably one of the easiest chances of the night.” he reminds you and you wave your hand dismissively.

“Oh please, forget that! You were perfect otherwise and you know it!” he shrugs before lifting you up and spinning you around again.

The hotel lobby is absolute pandemonium as everyone gathers to celebrate the victory. You’re there with him the entire time, pressing little kisses onto his face at any given opportunity and a dopey smile on your face as you looked at him otherwise. Memories of the missed shot leave his mind fairly quickly as everyone celebrates the victory. He’s a blushing mess with the love you’re showering him with and his skin is burning by the time you reach the time you reach your hotel room.

“You’re awfully affectionate tonight.” he mumbles, eyes drifting away from yours because he knows how much you’re enjoying this.

“I’m proud of my wizard! What can I say?” you shrug before making your way onto the bed, your back against the headboard.

“C'mon, let me spoil you for the night.” you pat the space in front of you and he obliges, removing his sweater and sitting with his back towards you. He knew that you wouldn’t want to do anything in the holy month, even if you weren’t fasting and especially right after a match.

Your warm, smooth hands begin at his shoulder as you press into the knots, careful not to hurt him as you work away at the tension. He can feel it melting away from his body already as the soreness dissipates with your comforting touch. You continue down the rest of his sore back and when you’re done, you press kisses over his shoulders and upper back. He sighs out before turning around to look at you with a shy smile. You don’t give him much time to think before grabbing his face and pressing your lips against his. He’s surprised but ultimately welcomes the affection as he melts into the kiss. You whine as he parts for breath.

“What has gotten into you?” he asks incredulously. You always made sure to shower him with affection but it had been a whole other level recently.

“I don’t know! I guess seeing you happy just makes me happy! Like really happy!” you attempt to explain before reaching for another kiss, which he accepts. When you part again, you lay yourself down and he lays next to you, face only a few inches from yours.

“You know you really were amazing out there today!” you remind him and he smiles.

“Could have been better if I was on target.” he admits with a small shrug and you run your thumb over his cheek.

“Oh you know that it isn’t all about the goals! you were everywhere today, you make it look so easy!” you attempt to explain. He smiles and you breathe out in relief because he’s finally accepted the compliment.

“But…”

“Nope. Go to sleep now.” you quickly interrupt him before him so his head is under your chin. You feel him laugh against your chest before finally conceding although its muffled against your skin.

“Fine! Fine! It was good today! I was good!” he says but he opts to stay where he is, even with your loosened grip. He lets out a yawn and that's your signal to end the night. You press one more kiss to his temple and his arms snake around your body, snuggling into your chest. Sleep finds him quickly as the exhaustion crashes through him in waves. The warmth of your body and the hand once again smoothing over his back is enough to send him into the most peaceful slumber. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin is a comforting one as well as the feeling of his strong arms around your frame. It lulls you into a place of contentment at which point you find yourself falling into your own slumber.

not ramadan anymore but as I always say, better late than never lmfao but i hope u enjoy anyway, lovelies xoxo ryan ;)

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marnz · 6 months ago

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I watched tsn last year because my memory suddenly remember that i used to see photos and gifs of it in 2016 and i read someone blog analyzing the relationship of mark and eduardo (in 2016) but didn't know it was a fb film, so i decided to watch it, to be honest my brain is pretty damage from working corporate job and seeing how nasty capitalism is, so my first thought watching it wasn't really wow gay, eduardo was in love!!! but was more like wow mark is such a jerk, i didn't see anything gay that people were screaming about 🙃 and being reminded that this is zuckerberg and his old friend irl did not help, and i also read the story of what actually happened irl and understand how eduardo was also a jerk too so i just jumped into ao3 to read fanfic, i actually wish i watched it during highschool or college time more because i truly can't consume queerbait series or films that aren't obvious anymore, normal queer film/tv series is fine tho. This is just my own experience i'm sure there are many tsn new fans who watched it and also enjoy how "gay" it is like you guys in 2010 too :) i just have damaged brain i think

oh no friend I’m so sorry about your job! Let’s get you a better one. I don’t think your reaction is wrong at all, like I said, it was a different time and you had to be there. I got into it in college and exited the fandom in the mid 2010s; I would never in my life get into it now. I think you are right…it’s 2024.

However I have been thinking about this since I got your message and I also think the constant analysis and the fanfic contributed pretty heavily to the atmosphere, plus like I said the Andrew Garfield of it all. Honestly I think the fandom boils down to a couple things:

1) the film has homoerotic subtext mostly evidenced by Eduardo. There’s a lot of time spent on Eduardo’s feelings about Mark, like even during the bathroom blowjob scene the camera takes a moment to remind us that Eduardo is thinking about Mark in the next stall. There is almost no time spent on Mark’s feelings about Eduardo. So this subtext is like, there are feelings and they are unreciprocated. Isn’t this so tragic when 0.03% happens? Mark certainly talks a lot about his feelings for Eduardo, but words do not matter. Action matters. Contrast this with a more classic queerbait like Sterek where 1) there was queerbaiting market and 2) there was reciprocal homoerotic subtext that could never be acted upon.

2) I don’t think fandom is super good at dealing with an unlikeable or unsympathetic yet compelling protagonist! Which means this protagonist is rendered much more sympathetically in fic and people watch or read the media source with rose colored glasses. “He would not fucking say that” x1000.

3) I’m not that much older than you I think but…there was this period in tv where there were canon gays who were as interesting and dynamic as a pool noodle and, meanwhile, in subtext and/or queerbait land, there were relationships that consistently got a lot of time and attention and so were sooooooo compelling. And those are the relationships that I, and fandom, tend to gravitate towards. Plus growing up there weren’t a ton of happy gay stories so instead it was like, you have Brokeback Mountain, you have Dead Poets Society, you have What Happened to Lani Granger? You have, for some reason, Glee (boring except for faberry and Santana). Thank god we are not there anymore.

4) I have bad taste <3

Anyway sorry for rambling here, your asks got me thinking because it very much was like hmm well yeah it IS completely inexplicable huh but I think a lot of fandom is like that.

#answered #anonymous #tsn #I have so many memories that I shall not trouble you with #um but I think there’s a reason that my top 2 tsn fics are like. 1) mark learns empathy & human kindness and 2) Eduardo moves tf on #simply because. it has to be one or the other baby!#anyway thanks so much anon 💜💜💜

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riacte · 11 months ago

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Can't believe that Ren stream was catered to you specifically 🌌💙

Hiii Ani 🥺🥺💙💙 I started the stream with Treebark and it had False in the middle and it ended with BRR I’m sooooooo 🥺🥺🥰🥰😭😭 BRR my so beloved. I can’t believe it’s been this long. I’m happy and sad to see it grow up. Best believe I’m never leaving the damn raceway. I even grabbed the tumblr url 😭 I’m maining BRR now sorry Blue Bats sorry Treebark

Anyways that stream was such an emotional journey. It has everything— totally normal pining for Martyn, random singing, snarky False comments, yet another story of Ren trying to impress girls, genuine life advice, and it’s just 🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙

#ask box #answered #im okay… im normal… i say while opening up google docs #don’t want to be parasocial in chat BUT IM SO PROUD OF REN FOR FINISHING AN ICE RACE AND MAKING A HERMIT WIDE EVENT!!!!!!#SPEEDY PINES MY BABY YOU PAVED THE WAY 🥺🥺

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caffeinated-beverage · 1 year ago

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CanLiet(Hws Canada x Hws Lithuania) 🧶🦊🍁🔥🏀

As always i enjoyed your headcanons, your headcanons are masterpieces ✨️💖

HG HGJDHFDH CHDHHC OMG TYTY THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME ❤️

Also I’m so sorry this took a while to get to you!! I was too sidetracked! I promise I didn’t forget u!!

Anyways, for some shippy canliet!

🧶: Back in the early 2000s, what tied Tolys in knots internally was, for some odd reason, Tolys was worried that Matty wouldn’t love them anymore for the silliest of reasons. Bro was scared that over time, Matty was gonna get increasingly more disturbed about that bloodstain on the passenger seat of Tolys’ car left by the previous owners, and break up with them. Even though, Matty had already seen it many many times.. And, he doesn’t care that much about it anymore. He knows nothing to be scared of happened there. Also, that bloodstain is NOT coming out ☹️ Tolys would have to pay money to have that seat replaced, but they have not done that, so..

And, really early on in the relationship, Tolys was scared that if they “broke wind” around Matthew, he would get mad and dump them on the spot 😆

They also feared that Matty would eventually think that they were “too much baggage” or smthn and dump them.

They were also scared that Matty was going to notice those grey hairs they were growing (and at the young age of 19!) and break up with them because of it.

OFC, Matthew NEVER did any of these things that Tolys was so worried about!!

🦊: Whenever Matthew plans on Surprising Tolys with ANYTHING, he has to be super super stealthy, as to not spoil the surprise. Because Tolys can be quite nosey, and constantly asks questions whenever he notices that Matty may or may not be,, up to something. And Tolys WILL NOT stop asking the questions until they are answered, so Matty always has to come up with some kinda alibi or smthn, so Tolys doesn’t find out the surprise. And to a pleasant surprise, it (normally) works, and Tolys gets a nice surprise!

And Tolys is also sneaky, when they don’t want Matty to find out that they sing death metal. Kinda like Retsuko, from Aggretsuko

🍁: Ofc, when they started dating it brought sooooooo many changes! They started dating back in the y2k era, and they mostly communicated via those old social medias and chatrooms from the early 2000s, email, and would occasionally mail something to the other’s house address. They still often communicate via social media, chats, emails, and still sometimes mail something to the other. And they always video-call the other when they wake up and when they go to bed, to say good morning/good night. OFC we know Tolys does not sleep, but they still like to say goodnight to Matty.! Tolys needs sleep.

🔥: The time someone stole Tolys’ foot. Mfs stole their freaking foot. Can’t have #### in Detroit -_- /lhj

🏀: Tolys’ favorite is basketball, and Matty’s favorite is Hockey. Sometimes, they play something together, but Tolys always kicks ASS at basketball 😆 Matty can never win against Tolys in basketball. Not unless Tolys felt extra nice that day, and decided to let Matty win.

#hetalia #hws #aph #hws lithuania #aph lithuania #hws canada #aph canada #canliet

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layton-heritage-posts · 1 year ago

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Glad to see that many of you have sooooooo much fun with this :)

If you want to know why you got something wrong, I posted the answers with a little explanation for each question under the cut!

Question 1: In the official L.H.P. Worldbuilding (TM), where do I live?

Answer: What???

Yep, none of these options were right. It’s canon that I live in an underground archive (and by canon I mean I joked about it a few times), however I said that it was anywhere in Germany EXCEPT Bavaria. Got you there.

Question 2: Which of these Tumblr features always gives me trouble?

Answer: Queue

If you’ve followed this blog longer than a month you should be well aware that I’ve got the worst queue Tumblr has to offer.

Question 3: What happened on December 6, 2022?

Answer: The Final Round of Professor Layton and the True Sexyman began

This one feels self explanatory.

Question 4: As of writing this, which of these things has not happened?

Answer: I 100% a game on the day it released and felt the need to brag about it on the Heritage Blog

Here is the Sexyman Tournament, Here is the Triple-Baka-Animatic (I’m the cat on the right), here is the Blender, and here is Heritage Yuri Part 1 and Part 2.

Puzzle 001: Fill in the Blanks

Y’all hated this one huh?

This short Text is the intro I always use for posts about Layton News. The full version goes like this:

Good Morning, Good Day, Good Evening or, if your sleep schedule is as horrid as mine, good night! LHP here, and I'm happy to say that we just got some

BREAKING LAYTON NEWS!

Question 6: Before realizing that the Layton fandom doesn’t have a Heritage Blog, I wanted to make one for the ??? Game(s).

Answer: Metroid

While I’m a huge splatoon fan, I wasn’t interested in making a Heritage Blog for a fandom this big, even though it would be easier. I only played stardew valley for like… 3 days so I really wouldn’t call myself a fan. While I like Ghost Trick a lot, I didn’t like it enough for a heritage blog you know? Lastly there is Shantae, a series with 10 fans on here who are normal (myself included) and a swarm of people who see funny Boob game and only funny Boob game. Absolutely no good Heritage Material. Anyways go play Shantae: 1/2 Genie Hero I promise it’s good.

Question 7: Which of these Characters wasn’t a candidate in Professor Layton and the Sexiest Loser?

Answer: Desmond Sycamore

Even though he was a candidate in the True Sexyman, he got kicked out of Sexiest Loser.

Puzzle 002: Which one is my icon?

I’m sorry Colorblind People.

Question 9: Which of these Tags have I not used?

Answer: Last Specter

Posts that feature this game are tagged with Specter’s Call, not Last Specter.

Puzzle 003: Which one was my original icon?

Answer: This one:

Question 11: when was the Heritage Blog Created?

Answer: 24. July 2022

And that’s all! Goodbye!

I’m happy(?) to announce that the Layton Heritage Quiz is finished! It only has 11 questions, but the reason it took so long is because uQuiz is shit and I used it for the first time. It all should (hopefully) work now though!

#not a heritage post

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xsarcasticwriterx · 4 years ago

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Hello 😊 would you do a Damon Salvatore imagine where you’re dating but you get in an accident after you both had a fight and you badly hurt. Damon feels this and comes for your rescue and comes just in time to save your life and at the hospital he never leaves your side till you wake up and he cares for you, apologizes and promises to never let any harm get to you again ? Just some fluff would be nice 😘 his POV too if you want.

Summary: ^that

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, swearing

Notes: wooooo finallyyyyyyyyy getting to doing some of these imagines pfft anyways of course mate here ya go

Anger

You felt so much anger. You sat at the bar dressed up. Enzo had decided to host a party to celebrate something or the other. Think he just wanted to have a party you didn't know. what you did know was you had dressed in your hottest dressed, done your make, did your hair, honestly, you looked hot and yet Damon, your boyfriend, was too busy with Elena.

You were sipping your drink before shaking your head. "fuck this" you mumbled under your breath. you stood up and walked over to Enzo pulling him away from whatever conversation he was in the middle of "um, love what are you doing?" Enzo asks with a small smile. "we're dancing" you state and start to sway.

Enzo looks around seeing Elena giggling and touching Damon as he smiles and laughs back. Enzo turns back to you and grabs your hips swaying with you. You two start grinding and moving, soon Damon turns seeing you two. his face falls into anger. he stormed off not caring what Elena was saying at the time.

Damon grabs your arm pulling you away. he pulls you outside before shoving you against the wall "what are you doing?" he asked sternly. "dancing" "mhm with Enzo and not just dancing that was some Patrick Swayze dancing" you can hear damons breathing deep and fast.

"then why don't you just go back to Elena hm? sure she'd love to dance with you like that" you start to walk off but Damon yanks you back. "we're friends" "yes and I'm Enzo's friend too" you smile at him. he punches the wall next to your head.

you feel the dust of the brick fall onto your shoulder. "you asshole" you shove him back "you spend all your time with her, I am your girlfriend but when our friends even wonder if we're still together because of how often you two are together how close you are with her. I am soOoOoOo sorry that I finally got tired of your bullshit and decided to have some fun instead of moping around" you yelled and shoved him back again before getting into your car.

You sped off, tears brimmed your eyes. you knew you shouldn't be driving you weren't drunk but you were tipsy and you were crying a lot. you felt so angered, no enraged. it started raining and you groaned of course.

car lights swiped past by. the moments flashed by. your phone rang over and over. notifications kept going off. Finally, you got tired of it reaching for your phone you looked seeing Damon called. you pressed the answer and then you heard a honk. looking up you saw the car lights right in front of you and then...darkness.

Damon paced in his front yard. he knew you were tipsy, you were emotional, and it was raining. he paced calling you over and over and yet nothing. "Damon" Stefan yelled to him. "she won't answer she left we fought yes it was my fault ok now isn't the time just you call her maybe shell answer you" Damon rambled. Stefan shook his head confused before calling you.

Finally, you answered and Damon had you on speaker but then there was the sound of brakes and a honk and then a loud crash. "y/n?" Damon spoke softly but nervous. "y/n!" he yelled. at this point, Stefan, Caroline, and Enzo (despite damons anger he wondered if you'd answer him) were all outside.

"shit shit shit" Damon threw his phone. "come on!" he yelled at everyone before running to his car. everyone followed scurrying in. Damon sped down the road that leads to yalls house. soon he saw the crash. he jumped out of the car still hadn't fully stopped. he ran saw you in your car bent over, head on the dashboard. while Stefan and the other cared for the other person he went to your door, opened it, and pushed you back.

blood covered your nose, forehead was busted, knuckles busted, bruises cover you. he pulled you out and carried you back to the car sitting and held you close. he bit into his wrist placing it over your mouth. "come on doll please" he begged. the small licks over his wrist made him sigh in relief.

your bruises faded, your nose stopped bleeding, your head healed, of course, blood was still there but still, none the less you were ok. your heart sped back to normal. "is she ok?" Stefan asked. Damon nodded softly "she's ok" he spoke softly.

Stefan drove you and Damon back to yalls house as caroline and Enzo dealt with the other person. Once back home Damon laid you in bed and paced. Stefan walked in and sighed "Damon she's going to be fine sit please" "no Stefan this is my fault. I kept calling I shouldn't have. Or or I should've spent more time with her and stopped being around Elena"

"look yes you and Elena have...strange friendship and we tried to tell you but look, that...doesn't... it's not your fault Damon" Stefan said before walking out the room. Damon kept pacing but when you squirmed and your eyes fluttered he immediately was at your side. your bright eyes looked up at him "oh thank god. y/n I'm so sorry I love you so much and I will never leave your side ever again" he said kneeling and pulling you into his arms. you laughed and cuddled into his neck. you kissed his cheek and put your head on his shoulder. "its ok Damon I'm ok. I assume you gave me your blood?" you asked. "yea you may need a shower though" he pulled away looking over you.

"yea I see that" you giggled. "doll I love you I'm so sorry I hurt you and I swear to never do that again. no more Elena no more anyone just me and you forever." he kissed your forehead. "babe it's ok its ok promise and don't want elena gone I just want you to be here" you said. damon nodded and slid next to you. you cuddled putting your head on his chest. "for now lets just sleep doll" he said. with that you were off to sleep.

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore angst #the vampire diaries #tvd #damon x reader

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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That One Fucked-Up Rexwalker AU

OKAY so people showed interest in this! Cool! This is... actually you know what, yeah, this falls into dead dove territory. It's kind of angst with a happy ending? At the very least it's hurt/comfort.

Warnings: rape as psychological torture by an enemy party, later dubious consent by parties that are at least trying to make it consensual but the situation makes it difficult to navigate

This was inspired partially by the first chapter of this collection by @the-writing-mill, which features Obi-Wan getting absolutely railed by a fucking machine set up by droids who don't understand consent. I got to thinking about the set-up and slid sideways into a slightly different context.

So Anakin, in all his shitty luck, gets captured, as one does. Whoever captures him has strict instructions to avoid physically damaging him or permanently fucking up his connection to the Force, because they'd like to use him as a weapon eventually, but to play around with his psychological damage in whatever way suits.

We'll say it's Ventress, who vastly prefers horrifying physical damage for torture, or killing/hurting people's loved ones in front of them, and now has to get creative to deal with Skywalker, because for whatever reason, she only managed to get Anakin and not any of his friends.

Obviously, Palpatine is the one saying 'don't damage the good.' She doesn't know that, though, just that Dooku said His Sith Master said to leave Skywalker intact for later.

So the easy route to psychological damage is, well, rape. But she's not into him, and there aren't really any other sentients in her little torture castle, but last she checked Skywalker is really needy? She's picked up on the fact that this guy really loves Having people.

She handles it: strip him down, strap him down, and get a fucking machine involved. Naked and cold and with a pipe leaking from the ceiling. Let a protocol droid keep an eye on things so he doesn't have some kind of permanent physical damage, but basically just have him unceasingly fucked for like a week, sometimes edging and sometimes forcing and sometimes just really digging into the oversensitivity, whether he's awake or asleep or what. Nothing but air and metal, and sometimes Ventress when she comes by to taunt him. There's magic involved to up his sexual craving without making it any easier on him.

It's fucked up but he does get saved! Eventually!

Ventress did her job, didn't enjoy it, and doesn't care that he's gone. She has people to kill, okay, she's bored.

So, you know, Anakin needs time to recover. He doesn't try to argue that he doesn't, at least partly because he's having trouble standing. He'll be fine! Stop worrying, guys! It's fine!

It's not fine, everyone tells him, because that was fucked!

It takes a while to get back to Coruscant. It's normally a few days, but there's a disruption on the hyperlane they'd use, sooooooo they're stuck.

Anakin tries to make some calls to Padme. When the calls connect, she helps. Obi-Wan was part of the rescue team, so he's there to do what he can, but Anakin keeps flinching away. Ahsoka is helpful because Anakin's hindbrain reads her as Not A Threat, but nobody's telling her what kind of torture Anakin was dealing with, because she's Designated Baby.

Anakin is alternately overwhelmed by physical touch and craving it, and the fact that he just got the Force back isn't helping.

(It later comes to light that the reason he flinches from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is because they've got the Force and a person with the Force approaching for that week meant Ventress, and that's--not great. And it's just a LOT and REALLY BRIGHT after his time in the Force-nullifying cuffs.)

So Anakin spends a lot of time alone, craving people while being deeply unnerved by the ones he's most able to ask for that sort of thing (his master and padawan). Rex is one of a handful of clones that volunteer to check in on Anakin until they get to Coruscant. He's not the only one who walks in on Anakin shifting uncomfortably and looking red in the face, but he's the one that actually asks about it.

Anakin, with some prodding, does not admit to the problem. He does, however, admit to a different problem, and asks if Rex would be okay with a hug, or maybe putting an arm around Anakin's shoulder, or--actually, no, this is stupid, forget he said anythi-- Rex sits down next to him and pulls Anakin into his side and just lets Anakin relax into him.

Anakin starts shivering. Shuddering. Crying, after a while. Rex lets it happen and tries not to panic, just rubs an hand up and down Anakin's arm.

They don't really talk about it, but Anakin does end up cuddling with Rex for a few hours a day while they try to get everyone home, and Anakin's kind of on enforced medical leave, so he can't really help until Obi-Wan comes up with a solution that gives Anakin a job directly.

Rex finally gets an answer to why Anakin keeps looking uncomfortable and close to tears but embarrassed about it. He doesn't, for the record, press for that answer. Instead, he accidentally walks in on Anakin three fingers deep in his own ass and whining into his pillow.

Which is. Awkward.

Obviously.

Turns out whatever Ventress did to him has him feeling incredibly empty without something to plug him up! It sucks! He hates it! He's been trying very hard not to submit to this need, but it's still there and he needs to be filled up and just snapped and had to do something about it!

This is, as you can imagine, not a comfortable conversation for anyone, but Rex tries to cheer him up with "Well, Jedi have stipends, right? You can probably find, uh, a toy, right? Once we're back on Coruscant? Or the Senator...?"

Anakin doesn't want Padme to know.

Anakin is also near tears but that's. Well. Rex is used to that by now.

(Anakin isn't using shipboard fabricators to make a dildo or plug because have fun explaining that on the expense report!)

So Rex is in this awkward position of having to comfort his recently-more-traumatized-than-before superior officer, whom he just walked in on furiously and tearfully masturbating due to said trauma...

And Rex is pretty much just like "Dude, please call your wife and have her talk you through the... whole... thing... I'm just, I think you'd probably feel less upset about having to fill yourself or whatever if she was talking you through it?"

They drop the subject for a bit, but Anakin is still Fucked Up in many ways, including new and exciting ones, and it turns out he hasn't been sleeping! And only sleeps if there's someone he trusts nearby!

So obviously Rex volunteers because fuck it, it's not like there's anything about his General he hasn't seen yet, right? So, yeah! Sleepy cuddles! Intended to be platonic!

Rex wakes up hard and flushed and with a very much still asleep Anakin grinding his ass against Rex's crotch.

Which, under significantly different circumstances, he'd not be upset by... But given literally everything going on, um. No?

Rex has no idea what to do, so he just kind of lays there and tries to shift away so his back is pressed to the wall and Anakin isn't accidentally trying to fuck himself in his sleep. Which works.

For about fifteen minutes.

And then Anakin is whining and shuffling back and Rex just tries to wake him up like Dude, You Don't Actually Want This, You Told Me You Don't Want This

And they separate and avoid each other and shower, and Rex leaves to go do Things while Anakin continues to try to meditate away what trauma he can before they get back to Coruscant for extremely long mandated therapy.

Rex shows up that evening to cuddle again, but Anakin tries to turn him away because He Can't Be Sexually Assualting His Friends In His Sleep, so he should honestly just sleep alone, right? Right, okay, bye Rex, Anakin is so sorry about this morning--

And Rex interrupts that he's not actually upset about it, he's just upset about Anakin being in this position, and Anakin doesn't actually want Rex so that's kind of upsetting, and Rex would be very open to this later after the war when they're not in a position to fuck up their entire legion with a change in dynamics--

And this goes back and forth for a bit before Rex realizes that Anakin does actually want him, and did before this whole Situation happened, and Anakin realizes that Rex is interested in him and NOT just trying to 'do his duty for his Jedi' or whatever.

And anyway, it turns into some very sweet lovemaking every night where Anakin gets to fall asleep with a cock in his ass, filled with cum, with Padme's blessing, until they get to Coruscant and he can find a plug for the nights they're not together (and also some therapy).

When Obi-Wan finds out they're fucking, he's actually furious and ALSO unsure of which one's taking advantage of the other.

Initially assumes Rex is taking advantage of Anakin's recent emotional traumas. Anakin protests that he asked Rex for this, and Obi-Wan is asking in horror if Anakin ordered one of the soldier under his command to do this, and it all just kind of goes very poorly.

Everyone means well. Nobody really succeeds at it.

#Rexwalker #Captain Rex #Anakin Skywalker #asajj ventress #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #torture tw #psychological torture tw #rape tw #phoenix posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 2 years ago

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ok i’ve woken up and read my notes and i still largely feel the same way about that concert (a little disappointed but grateful i did it.) but i got a super cute tote bag!

notes below the cut.

people were singing the american anthem when the orchestra was playing it. it felt super weird (derogatory)

now we all know i attended this concert solely because i wanted to hear my favorite concerto live. i was disappointed.

i hate helicopters. for many reasons. but especially for this reason (buzzing overhead during the beginning of the first movement)

i should’ve known something was going to happen when a lady in front of me started swaying during the nutcracker selections

YEAH SO THAT LADY CLAPPED EVERY TIME THE SOLOIST HAD A REST. SO LIKE OVER EVERY SINGLE ORCHESTRAL TUTTI IN THE FIRST MOVEMENT WHICH MADE EVERYONE CLAP TOO. she just LOUDLY clapped so all the fucking THOUSANDS of people there CLAPPED and DROWNED OUT THE TUTTI

i am normally a very patient person. but i had come here to get free top surgery from that tutti. i did not get free top surgery from that tutti. i was MAD IN MY SEAT

why would you clap over the orchestral tutti. does the orchestra just not matter to you?? i am sharpening my knife!!!!!!!!!!!

a concerto isn’t just about one or a couple of ppl showing off! it’s a dialogue! it’s a conversation! the tutti is repeating that theme back, like someone saying “so true! so true, bestie!” and it’s supposed to be beautiful! not filler music!

GIRL LIKE THE TUTTI IS MY FAVORITE PART OF THE FIRST MOVEMENT WHY WOUKD YOU CLAP OVER THAT

NO LIKE I WANTED TO BE HIT BY THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THE TUTTI AND I JUST GOT STARTLED

i know i know ‘emmmm!!!! em!!!!!!!!! let people have fun!’ but like? it went too far. it was distracting. the orchestra rushed through rests because if they didn’t, people would start clapping and even CHEERING over the ORCHESTRA which was already hard to hear. bc outdoors and sitting near the back.

the way joshua had to GET people to stop clapping so he could start the second movement. i think everyone on that stage was grateful the second movement leads directly into the third

he didn’t come back

he looks like thomas sanders. from the vine. sorry

conclusion: i did not get my emotional tits blown off

GIRL WHY THE HELICOPTER

i am trying to be sooooooo nice right now. but stay off of your fucking phone during the performance. and DONT TALK EITHER

the funniest part was people trying to video the concerto but it’s like forty minutes so the phones just slowly went down

honorable mention to the girl in front of me trying to pick an instagrammable section of the violin concerto to film a reel, getting bored during the canzonetta, and just getting up and leaving in the middle of the concerto and only coming back for the second part. fucking hilarious

i hate social media. except you all who live in my phone and are quiet during classical music performances 🤍🤍🤍

STOP FILMING. JUST LIVE IN THE MOMENT. PEOPLE ARE TALKING ANYWAY! ITS NOT GONNA BE A GOOD RECORDING

it’s intermission btw i’m just like typing in my notes just to let off some steam

IM TRYING SOOOOO HARD TO BE NICE RIGHT NOW BUT MAYBE IM A SNOB?

VIOLENCE AGAINST HELICOPTERS. VIOLENCE AGAINST HELICOPTERS. VIOLENCE AGAINST HELICOPTERS. VIOLENCE AGAINST HELICOPTERS. VIOLENCE AGAINST HELICOPTERS. VIOLENCE AGAINST HELICOPTERS.

i said joshua bell put his prostate into the performance. my parents did not like me saying that.

i probably would not do this again.

doing this in line for the bathrooms before i forget

i forgot there was going to be a piece in tribute to tovey the conductor. it was great, i think the violas were beautiful

by the time they got to the 1812 i had a terrible headache and compounded with me getting too upset about poor behavior i really, really, just wanted to go home.

these three little girls had choreographed a dance and were doing it in the aisle. it was very napoleonic

AAAAAHHHHH THE FRENCH ARE HERE. oh no it’s just the usc marching band

the marching band came out and i was like haha why would they need those. a second later the fireworks started and i was like oh yeah. that’s why they need those

felt like crying a little watching the fireworks because i was thinking about linda and herc like the time she spent with him was like a firework it was an honor to see you it is an honor to let you go

the booms were great. the rest of the fireworks drowned out the fucking strings and were a little—idk contrived? they were very well synced up to the beats though! people were commenting about it as we left so i suppose it’s a nice thing to take home

on my way out i heard some guy say behind me “i was thinking ‘when are we going to get some engagement with the audience’? and then they finally did the fireworks” and i’ve never wanted to commit an act of violence than i did right then and there

tldr: good for some people. i can say i did it. i’ll just stick to what i know i like.

#em speaks

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement Ch. 19

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: After the photoshoot you and Yoongi decompress

Previous Chapter here AN: SO FLUFFY UGH

You slunk back to the elevator and just stood there for a second. What a weird day. You pulled out your phone to double check your work schedule and saw a message from Yoongi.

YG: I ordered pizza.

You smiled.

YN: Oh yeah? Did you order enough to share?

YG: *Eyeroll*

YN: :D Where is this food? Apartment? Studio?

YG: Apartment. Photoshoots wear me out.

You pushed the button for the 18th floor. Other people got on and off as you made your way there; it was the end of the work day for most of the hourly staff. You finally arrived at your stop and headed left.

You opened the door and took off your shoes, immediately noticing the delicious odor of bread and hot cheese filling the air. You had been running around all day and just now realized, other than a few carrots, you hadn't eaten today.

"Oh my God thank you so much." You declared as you walked into the kitchen. You eyed the box sitting on the counter and looked around for Yoongi. “Helllooooooo?”

“Good. I’m starving.” You saw him rise up like a reanimated corpse from the couch.

“You didn’t have to wait on me.” You reprimanded, even though you thought it was incredibly thoughtful. Yoongi just shrugged and walked into the kitchen.

You opened the box and handed him a plate.

“I have no idea if you ‘ll like this.” He said as he took some pieces.

“I like food. My favorite food is the food in front of me.” You took the plate over to the table, going back for some water.

Yoongi followed suit, quieter than normal.

“You ok?” You asked.

“Yeah, just tired. Photoshoots take so much more energy.” He collapsed down into the chair.

The air was filled for silence for several minutes as the two of you stuffed your faces. Finally, you worked up the nerve to ask, “Sooooooo…...did you know Bongcha was asking you out or are you oblivious?”

Yoongi looked up, shaking the bangs out of his face. “I knew. But what should I say to her? "No I don’t want to go out with you" and ruin her day? Upset her at work? It would make things awkward for both of us. Nah. Just request another stylist for a few months.”

You pursed your lips together in thought. “Why not just date her though? She’s cute. You guys get along. Why go through this whole elaborate contract scenario?” You gestured to yourself.

Yoongi sighed. Ugh he had been dreading you asking him about the contract. Things had been going so normal. He thought, stupidly, maybe he could just never think about it again. Of course with Namjoon and BPD up his ass he knew that was unlikely. He realized he had been quiet for too long. “Look, If I actually dated someone I worked with and then it didn't work out, imagine the fallout. The scandal. The wasted time. Plus then I'd have to go on dates and stuff. I'm busy.”

You rolled your eyes "We went to a diner the other night. And the grocery store."

Yoongi blinked his eyes and stuffed more food in his mouth. “Not dates.”

You scowled. "You spent all Sunday driving a van and putting up with my family'

Yoongi chewed, taking as much time as possible to think of a response. “Yeah but I did that because I wanted to."

You rolled your eyes, “You're a weirdo "

"Says the girl who signed a contract to marry a guy she didn't know. And who doesn’t eat their pizza crust. Are you 5 years old?"

"Crust is gross. Anyways. I'm a very good judge of character, I will have you know." You pouted at having been admonished over your crust preferences.

"That's true. You could tell Namjoon was an asshole within 30 seconds I bet." He jested.

"Haha yeah. I could tell he was rich and full of himself by his demeanor and then when he opened his mouth, he confirmed the asshole part. And, I knew Alice was awesome within like 2 seconds.”

Yoongi pushed his plate over a bit and interlaced his fingers. Resting his chin on them, he asked, “OK. So what was your first impression of me?”

You laughed as you recalled sprinting in your work clothes. “That you were busy. Very busy. And a little bit short on patience, but I thought that's because you were in a hurry.”

“Sounds about right.” He took a sip of his water.

“The second time I met you, you were putting on an act for Namjoon. Still not sure why... " You eyed him suspiciously. “You guys have a fucked up dynamic "

"You are right all-around there. Cheers." He lifted his glass in your direction."You did a great job today."

You scoffed, "I literally just pointed at things and handed you stuff.”

“Hey I've been to shoots before, you haven't. Today went much smoother than usual. “

“Really?” You rocked back in your seat.

“Yep.” He stood up and extended his hand." Do you want more? "

"Yes please. Thanks again for ordering. I didn't realize how hungry I was til I got home.”

“‘Same.” He took the plates to the kitchen and returned with more food. Sitting them down on the table. He pulled his laptop over and looked over some things as you guys sat in silence for a few minutes. You scrolled through your phone, returning some texts from Jimin and your brother.

"Do you want to go watch something?" he asked, taking you by surprise.

You raised your eyebrows, “You're not going to work?"

"I told you, photoshoots wear me out. I'm done for today."

"Yeah sure," you stood up and grabbed the plates. "I'll clean up the leftovers and get changed. Pick whatever."

You travelled up to the loft area about ten minutes later, much more comfortable in your leggings and oversized sweatshirt.

Yoongi was waiting on the couch, the remote in his hand as he scrolled through the menu. You plopped down on the other end, covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Grab a pillow. You know you’re going to fall asleep.” He said without looking over.

“No I won’t,” You protested through another yawn.

He shot you a look that told you he knew you were full of shit and got up. He returned a minute later, throwing a pillow at the back of your head.

“Hey.”

“You’re welcome.” He sat back down, adjusting himself into a comfortable position.

You grumbled a thank you as you balled the pillow into a couch-compatible shape and leaned up against it. You pulled back for a second. It smelled just like Yoongi. This was his pillow. You looked over, his eyes were still scanning the screen.

“Since you’re going to fall asleep in ten minutes I’m putting on my favorite documentary.” He said matter-of factly.

“I will last more than ten minutes.” You declared. You heard a small snort come out of his mouth as he dimmed the lights and pressed play. You started to watch the movie and tried to pay attention, but your heartbeat was racing. You kept replaying earlier conversations in your head and also smelling the pillow. You felt like a pervert. The man across the couch was completely oblivious. You stared at him for a few seconds and realized that yes, you did like him. Well Shit. You didn’t have too much time to ruminate on this as your eyelids began to grow heavy. Soon you were passed out, just as Yoongi predicted.

Ten minutes into the NBA show he looked over, a knowing smile crept onto his face. You were out.

He took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing? He tried not to think about it too much. Every time he thought about you and the contract it left him feeling weird. The thought that you were getting paid to like him and to hang out with him, didn’t sit well at all. But he knew there was so much more to it than that. He picked up his notepad and wrote a few lyrics, the movie playing for background noise at this point.

After several minutes he looked at his writing. Satisfied, he stood up and slipped the notebook into a desk. He didn’t think you would snoop, but better safe than sorry. He looked back at the couch and smirked. He thought it was hilarious you thought you would stay awake when he knew better. He went over to the stuffed animal line and pulled out a Snorlax. Appropriate, he thought as he sat it down on top of your side. He snapped a picture. Sweet revenge. Stretching, he decided to head to bed himself; only slightly lamenting that he had given you his favorite pillow and now he would have to use the flatter one. NEXT CHAPTER

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bakusdumptruck · 4 years ago

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Dabi Headcannons

hello :3 i hope you enjoyed your day today :) bUT ANYWAY here are some best friend Dabi headcannons!! also it’s a quirkless au so instead of his scars he has hella tats and piercings :)))

Warnings: cussing, implied sexual themes (barely), nudity, marijuana, sexual assult

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible!

Ouuuu I hope you all are ready for this shit

SO you and emo boy have been best friends since kindergarten

After meeting, the two of you basically grew up with each other and were inseparable

Throughout middle school and high school every one thought you both were dating since you’re together ALL THE TIME.

Don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say all the time

You’d drive to school together, have the same classes, sit with each other at lunch, then go home together.

Biittcchhhh you’d even have detention together

But anywayyyyyyy time skip to college days

OFC you and Dabi are roommates

Living together was a ✨d r e a m✨

You both planned days where some of your other friends would come over and everyone would drink, smoke, and hangout

During these hang outs tho Dabi would keep a close eye on you

Baby boy is possessive. Even if you two aren’t dating you’re his and his only 😡no one can lay their eyes on you or even BREATHE near you... unless he trusted them

Ouu bubs one day yall threw a party, invited all your friends and told them to invite who ever the fuck they wanted

Bad idea 🤩

As you were sitting on the couch talking to a couple of close friends, a drunk fucker came up to you and got all up in your space

Baby you are a BAD BITCH, but you were too high and drunk to function at the moment

The bastard came up to you reeking of booze and weed. The mf could barely stand and crashed on the couch next to you

They started hitting on you and touching up on you without consent

hah. The fucker was boutta die. Dabi was watching the whole time.

(sorry the next part might be bad, but im trying :’-))

“Heyyyyyy babyyyy you lookin real scrumptious tonight”

you and all your friends looked at him like 👁👄👁

“W-what are you doing here a-all hehe all by yourself?”

Normally sober you would’ve laughed in this bastards face and walked away but babes you were fucked up

“u-uh I’m not here by myself silly hehe, my friends are sitting right in front of me”

Your friends already saw Dabi watching so they decided to just let the scene unfold, unless something bad happened before he could get to you

“Hmmm I don’t see anyone. How bout me and you go find a room and h-have some f-freaky time” *mf squeezes your thigh*

“E-excuse me I d-didn’t say you c-could touch me”

oop Dabi’s getting closer

“C’mon baabbeeeee, just a little fuck won’t hurt 🥴I mean you’re dressed up like that so you must be asking for it. s-stop being a t-tease”

uh-ohhh they invaded your nono square

“G-GET THE FUCK OFF ME”

you may be wondering what your friends are doing, but keep reading sweetie. I promise you’ll love it 🤩

“Stop being such a b-” WHAACKKKKK BOOM BOOMM

You best believe Dabi hit the fucker straight across the head with an empty bottle

But thats not the only thing he did uh-uh nooppeee

Dabi pushed the fucker off of you, kicked their no no square, then quite literally threw them out of the apartment

After that situation he kicked everyone out

During the whole thing you were still on the couch in a daze thinking about what happened and lowkey trying to bring yourself back to earth

When Dabi had everyone out and finished cleaning he went to you to see if the bitch did any damage before he got to you

“Hey bub (yes he calls you bub fight me) are you doing all right?”

You stared in his eyes and said

“You’re pretty ya know that?”

He chuckled and carried you bridal style to bed

“You must be fucked up if you’re complimenting me so easy”

“It’s only the truth bitch 😤”

The next morning you woke up with a deadly fucking headache not remembering anything that occurred the night before.

Turning over you caught Dabi staring at you

“👁👅👁”

“fuCKING SHIT DABI WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT”

He rolled off the bed laughing his ass off

After his little episode he got you some medicine and food

Baby, after yesterday you felt nasty as fuck

you smelled like a whole frat party, so ofc you decided to shower

Dabi insisted on showering with you just in case your headache came back and caused you to “slip and split your head open”

He convinced you and its not like you two haven’t seen each other naked anyway or messed around 😗

Sooooooo ya’ll step into the shower

It was pretty big so there was some space between the two of you

you’re there minding your own business washing your face until Dabi said

“...Since when did you get that ass”

“😃 why are you staring at my ass”

You turned your head around to see him still staring

“It stared at me first”

He poked it. He didn’t pinch it, grab it, smack it. No. He poked it.

“Dabi... what the fuck are you doing :D”

“Sorry... it just looked soft”

After that you both switched places and his ass was on full display

Smirking to yourself you brought your hand back and-

*SMAAAACKKKKK*

He froze and turned to look at you

“Harder.”

And thats how you both ended up a laughing screaming mess trying to hold yourselves up in the shower 😭

“D-DABI AHAHAHAH WHY THE HELL-”

“IM SORRY AHAHAH IT JUST CAME OUT AHA”

“OUT OF EVERYTHING THO- I CAN”T FUCKING BREAATHEE AHH”

“WELL- well I mean if you’re gonna smack it at least go all out 😏”

“bye 💀”

The shower lasted about an hour due to making jokes and screaming out sad music at the top of your lungs

“AANNDDD IIIIII HOLY SHIT- WILL ALWAYS-LOVE YOUUUU- OUU FUCK”

When you two got out of the shower Dabi said “pose for the camera we look hot as fuck”

He took out his phone and opened snap

This fucker captioned the pic “Normalize showering with the homies 🥵🥶”

Theres never a dull day with this bitch.

#bnha #mha #mha x y/n #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x y/n #dabi x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x y/n #BNHA Headcanons #mha headcanons #dabi headcanons #fluff #bnha x gender neutral reader

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purselover2 · 4 years ago

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Neighbors

Pairing: Bucky and You

Warnings: Language, physical harm, being scared, pissed off Bucky, sweet Bucky, Bucky playing doctor (!!!!), revenge but we don’t see it played out, misunderstanding, did I say Doctor Bucky??

A/N: This for the Bucky Barnes Valentine’s Fic Exchange. I have never been this excited to write an exchange fit for someone. This is written for my lady @constantwriter85 I was sooooooo excited to get your name and I tried my best to give you everything you wanted, hence the 4000+ words. Lol.

I hope you love it as much as I love you. I wish you nothing but Bucky Dreams and Bucky Level Happiness always.

Divider by the amazingly talented @firefly-graphics

Bucky sighed as he got to his door and went inside. It had been a long couple of weeks. He and Sam had been working non stop and Bucky was tired. Just as he went to move inside he heard several sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Turning his head he was surprised to see Y/N walking towards him flanked by two police officers. Bucky’s guard suddenly went up. Y/N was a school teacher and not one to cause trouble. So that left only one other reason why she was being escorted home. They were with her because something had happened and from what he could quickly asses, it had happened to her. He quickly assessed her and discovered she was favoring her right wrist which was bandaged. Other than the look on her face and the tell tell signs that she had been crying Bucky couldn’t see any other injuries.

“Y/N? You okay?” He asked setting his bag down and nodding at the officers.

“Hi Bucky. Glad you’re home okay.” You couldn’t hide your excitement to see him. A friendly face after everything that had happened earlier, not to mention Bucky always made you feel safe.

“Wish I could say the same, but it looks like you’re anything but okay.” Bucky immediately knew that this wasn’t a simple accident that had hurt her. The presence of what amounted to a police escort meant that something had happened. Someone had happened. Bucky reminded himself to stay calm. She was already upset, she didn’t need him adding to it.

“Yeah.” She answered without really looking him in the eye. Turning to the police officers, “Thank you both for brining me home. I’ll be fine from here.”

One of the officers nodded, while the second looked from her back to Bucky then back to her. “You’re sure?” It was obvious he knew who Bucky was and wasn’t a fan.

“I’m very sure officer. Sargent Barnes is my neighbor and close friend. I’ll be fine.” You smile at them while Bucky tries very hard to not react to how her words made him feel inside.

“Alright then. You have a good evening and we’ll be in touch.” The first officer said and motioned for his partner to follow him. Once they were headed down the stairs, you turned to Bucky and just broke down. Bucky pulled you to him.

“It’s okay. I got you.” He said holding you tight but being mindful of any injuries you might have that he isn’t aware of. “Let’s get you inside.” Without letting you go, he takes your keys and opens your door. Grabbing his bag and your purse he leads you inside. He lets go long enough to close and lock your door and sit the bags over to the side. Then he’s pulling you back to him. He wants so badly to know what happened. Who hurt you. Where they hurt you. Why they hurt you. Mostly the who, so he can go and make sure they know they should have never touched a women, much less your woman. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t know she’s yours. The two of you have been friends for over a year, having met when you moved in. She had been a one woman welcoming committee. Bringing you dinner your first night and introducing herself. She was a history teacher at a private school. She was teaching a class the next semester on World War II and she asked if she could ask you some questions, if it wouldn’t bother you or bring up bad memories. She had been a surprise. A delightful one. You never expected to find such warmth and light from another person. Most people stayed clear of you, but not Y/N. She made it very clear she knew who you were, what you are, and what you had been and she didn’t care. Bucky fell in love you right then. That love had grown over the last year as the two of you spent more and more time together. Movie nights, your own bookclub of two, long talks. He never said anything because he didn’t want to ruin what you had by making things uncomfortable and over the last couple of months he had picked up on you pulling back a little. Like you were trying to maybe distance yourself from him. He hoped he was wrong, that his mind was just playing with him. He didn’t think there was anyway you could know how he felt.

You were still crying, soaking his shirt with your tears, breaking his heart. Lifting your head you pull back away from him to look at his face. “I’m sorry. I’d been doing a pretty good job of holding it together and then they left and you were here and I felt safe for the first time since….well since, and I just broke.”

Bucky took the thumb of his flesh hand and whipped away the tears. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m here. What do you need? What can I do?”

“I really want to shower. To get…..to get the feel of everything off me.” You said.

“Alright. How about while you do that, I order your favorites from that thai place?” Bucky said.

You smile at him. “I would love that. They told me the bandages would need changed once they were wet. Do you think you could help me do that?”

“Doctor Bucky at your service.” He replies. “Whatever you need.”

You nod and make your way into your bedroom where it doesn’t take you long to realize you can’t move your arm over your head to remove your shirt. It hurts too much. Its going to take someone helping you. Realizing who that someone is going to be you try to think of any other way. You’re not sure you can handle Bucky seeing you in just your bra. For a year, you’ve fought your feelings, trying hard to never let him know how you felt. That you loved him. There had been a time when you were thinking about letting him know, but thankfully you over heard a conversation he was having on the phone with someone. The other person must have asked about the two of you and Bucky had replied that it wasn’t like that, followed by the phrase, doesn’t do anything for me. That had hurt, more than you wanted to admit. But at least it had saved you from embarrassing yourself. You had decided then to just be happy with what you had with Bucky. But you had wondered if maybe you were spending too much time with him more than normal friends would do. You didn’t want him to feel smothered or like he didn’t have space, so you had started pulling back a little realizing that it was maybe good for your heart to have some distance.

Trying again to get your arm up you had to stop when the pain almost made you pass out. You didn’t realize you had cried out until Bucky burst into the room looking like he was ready for a fight. Seeing that you were alone, he quickly changed his posture and looked at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just hurt my arm trying to get my shirt off.” You really wished you’d worn a button up shirt that day instead of a pull over.

“Need help?” Bucky offered just as it occurred to him what he was offering to do.

“If you don’t mind.” You moved closer to him.

“Never.” He reached down and grabbed the hem of your shirt and started lifting it. He moved it up to your neck and helped you guide your good arm through. Then over your head trying his damndest to keep his eyes locked with yours. Next came the bad arm. “Okay I’m going to as gentle as I can. I’m going to pull it down easy and help you move your arm out of it. If I hurt you at all let me know and we’ll stop. We’ll cut it off.”

Well that’s great. Now you had a visual of Bucky taking one of his many knives and cutting your clothes off. Little did you know Bucky was visualizing the same thing. Taking the shirt he moved it over your shoulder and down to your elbow. He had to look now to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Glancing down he wasn’t prepared for the sight of you in your bra. It was lace and see through. Pink lace with a bow. A fucking bow. Bucky swallowed and moved his eyes to your arm. Gently taking your hand he moved the shirt lower and lower until it was down to your wrist, where it tried to catch on the bandage. Taking his fingers Bucky stretched the material until it slid over your wrist and off your arm.

“There, no cutting required.” He joked.

“Its okay. I don’t intend to ever wear these clothes again.” You said as you looked down at it laying there.

If Bucky wasn’t already thinking the worst he was after that comment. But before he could say anything you turned around. “Do you think you could do one more thing for me and unhook this?” I won’t be able to reach around.”

“Sure.” Reaching forward Bucky took both ends and moved the hooks out of the loops. “There you go.” He said not realized you were both thankful that you’d not worn a front close bra that day.

“Thanks Bucky. I’m going to shower now. I’ll be out in a few.” You moved towards the bathroom and Bucky was left standing there wondering how he was going to fix this. Whatever this was. Once he heard the shower running, he left and went back into the kitchen. Picking up his phone he ordered all your favorite dishes and once he had confirmation he started pacing waiting on you to come out. Finally hearing you coming down the hallway just as the intercom buzzed. He pushed the button and buzzed the delivery guy in.

A few minutes later you sat on the couch feet curled up underneath you and ate. Bucky had made you what he called a sampler plate. Some of everything and you were trying your best to eat it. Finally having enough you sat your plate down and looked over at him.

“I guess you want to know what happened.” You were dreading this conversation. Knowing Bucky you knew how he was probably going to react.

“Yeah, but if you don’t feel like it I understand. But know this. Until you tell me my mind is going to keep coming up with things it could be.” He explained.

“I’m okay. I was attacked by one of my student’s fathers.” You started and Bucky was glad you weren’t looking at him. The word attacked and knowing it was by a man triggered Bucky like no Hydra words ever could.

“He came to see me wanting me to pass his son in my class. His son is a bully and a trouble maker but everyone looks the other way because he donates so much money to the school. I told him no. That it didn’t work that like. That I didn’t pass students based on who their parents were. I based it on their grades and performance. To say he didn’t like that answer is an understatement. He started with the verbal threats. My job, my reputation. I kept saying no over and over. He then offered me money. Money. A bribe. That was then I got pissed. I told him no again and demanded that he leave my classroom. He refused telling me that he was through asking and now he was telling me I was going to pass his son. Got right in my face like I should be scared of him. Little did I know at the time I should have been.” She stopped and took a deep breath. Looking over at Bucky she could tell he was furious. “You okay?” She moved closer to him and took his hand in her good one.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Go on if you’re up to it.” Bucky felt himself calm down some with her touch.

“I had to work late tonight getting some things ready for the Valentine’s Day Dance tomorrow night. It was already dark and since the campus is a closed one with a gate, I didn’t think anything about going out to my car alone. Once I got to my car he was waiting on me. I could tell he was even more upset. I had also officially turned in the grades for this semester before I left and he would have gotten a notification that his son had failed my class. He was livid. Ranting on and on. Calling me names, saying I wasn’t going to ruin his son’s life. I tried to get around him and that’s when he.” You take a deep breath and Bucky rubs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles. “He grabbed me by the wrist. He had such a tight grip on it, I tried to jerk away but when I did, I felt something give in my shoulder. I guess I pulled it out of the socket. I screamed from the pain but he didn’t let go.”

Bucky saw red. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this much anger and the need to beat this guy’s face in was all he could focus on. “Y/N, I need you to tell me this guy’s name.” He tried to sound calm but was failing.

“Bucky no. I’ll be fine. The police are looking for him and I don’t want you to get yourself into trouble. Not for me.” You hang your head and Bucky leans forward and puts his hand on your chin lifting your eyes to meet his.

“Y/N, I’m don’t give a damn about getting into trouble. This piece of shit hurt you and he going to answer to me for it.” Bucky said finally getting his voice to calm down. “Now tell me his name. Please”

He pauses giving you time to respond when you don’t he adds, “You know I can find out anyway. Have FRIDAY tap into the latest police reports and get me a name.”

You turn your head until your check presses into his palm. “Please Bucky. Don’t do this. Let the police handle it. Stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone.” You tell him, then because you know its your ultimate card to play you add “I’m scared.”

Bucky closed his eyes and resolved himself that there would be no hunting tonight. “Alright. I’ll stay. But I am calling FRIDAY and having a squad of Tony’s Legion go out and search as well. This asshole isn’t getting away.”

“Thank you Bucky.” You smile at him.

“You’re welcome doll.” He gives you a half smile and you know its killing him to just sit and do nothing. “Give me a minute to make a call and when I get back we’ll watch something.” He gets up and walks to the door. “I’ll just be out in the hallway, don’t worry.”

When he closes the door behind him, you get up and take your plate into the kitchen having to make a couple of trips because you can’t use both arms. When the mess is cleaned up you go to the bathroom and wonder what Bucky’s saying.

Out in the hallway Bucky was pacing like a caged lion. He wanted to go after this guy. Find him and make sure he understood that hurting any woman was not okay, but to hurt one Bucky cared about was a one way ticket to hell. On the phone with Sam he was filling him in on what had happened. “I appreciate any help you can give me on this one.” Bucky listened as Sam promised to do some digging and he couldn’t promise not to pay the guy a visit himself to which Bucky replied, “No. If it comes down to us having to find him, he’s mine.” Bucky thanked Sam again and after double checking to make sure his apartment door was secure he went back inside Y/N’s apartment a small amount of panic setting in when he didn’t immediately see her. Then he heard her voice coming from the bathroom. She sounded upset and Bucky made his way to the door knocking softly.

“Y/N? You okay in there Doll?” Bucky waited and he heard the door knob twist and then the door opened. She looked up at him and could tell something was wrong. “Tell me.”

“The police called, they still haven’t found him, but there was a break in at the school. My room was trashed.” You explain, not wanting to add the other part, but you should have known that Bucky wasn’t going to not notice, so you tried to change the subject as you pushed yourself past him and back into the living room.

“Y/N, what else did they say?” Bucky was right behind you. Just then his phone dinged with a text. Thinking it might be Sam or FRIDAY, he unlocked the view screen and looked at the picture Sam had sent. “Never mind. I know what they said.” Bucky turned to leave. “Sam is having the Legion surround your building and when I open the door there will a Legion guard there. Don’t be afraid. He’ll protect you until I get back.”

“Bucky! Wait. Don’t go. You promised you say with me.” You walk over to him and touch him with your good hand.

“That was before. Before I saw what he did. I can’t let him stay out there not knowing where he is.” Bucky tried to move but you wouldn’t budge.

“I know we’re friends Bucky, but why does it matter so much to you? It’s not like we’re in a relationship, or going to be.” You rambled not noticing the look that passed over Bucky’s face when you mentioned that you would never be in a relationship.

“Y/N, I know you’d never want to be anything more than my friend, and even though I would like to be more, I respect that. But I do care, and I can’t let you get hurt anymore than you already are.” Bucky picked you up and gently moved you from in front of the door.

“Wait, wait. What do you mean I would never want to be anything ore than your friend? Why would you think that?” You were confused. It was him that didn’t want to be anything more than friends. You had heard him say that you didn’t do anything for him. “It’s you that doesn’t have any interest in me.”

“Y/N, I assure you, I have a great deal of interest in you. We’ll talk about this when I get back. Keep the door locked and don’t open it for anyone other than me or if Legion tells you he needs to extract you, okay?” Bucky leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Stay safe for me.” And he was gone.

You sat down on the couch and waited. You hadn’t wanted him to know about what else Mr. Anders had done, let alone see it for himself. But you should have known better, had no doubt that his phone call in the hallway had called to action members of his team. As you sat there you pondered the last of your conversation, why in the world would he think you didn’t want anything more than friendship? Why would he have said what he did to the person on the phone if he wanted more? Laying down on the couch you closed your eyes not expecting to fall asleep, so when you awoke a while later to the sound of voices in the hall you were surprised. Just as you moved to sit up, the door creaked open and Bucky’s voice came through.

“Y/N, its me Doll. I’m coming in.” He pushed the door the rest of the way open and you took him in.

You could tell he’d been in a fight but wasn’t injured. He had a look on his face that was intense and made you want to make him smile instead. “Is this where you tell me I should see the other guy?” You smiled at him.

Bucky’s lips curled just a bit and he came over and sat down beside you. “You won’t ever see the other guy.” He took your hand in his.

“You found him.” You said, no need to ask, you knew when Bucky left earlier he wouldn’t come back until he had.

“Yep. He was holed up in a warehouse down at the warfe. He was apparently into some shady business and his partners didn’t like the fact that he had brought attention to them and their operation. So, after they left me talk to him they had a serious discussion with him. You could tell by the words he was using that he did more than talk and that Mr. Anders’ business partners did more than talk, but you didn’t ask. You’d seen enough TV to know to not ask questions.

“Thank you Bucky.” You leaned over and gave him a hug with your good arm. Pulling back you looked at him. “Now I think we need to talk about why you think I don’t want to be anything more than friends.”

“About 3 months ago I had decided that I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to move past friendship, to go out on a real date see if we worked, but you started pulling back. I didn’t know why, assumed you had picked up on what I was thinking and it was your way of letting me know you weren’t interested. So, I didn’t pursue it. Having you in my life at all is a blessing and something I’d never risk ruining.” Bucky explained.

You were trying to remember three months ago and suddenly it occurred to you. That was around the same time as you heard him on the phone where he made the comment. “Bucky, I started pulling back because I also wanted to try and see if we could be more. But one evening I came over, you had left your door unlocked for me and I heard you on the phone with someone. I don’t know what they said but you told them that it wasn’t like that and they must have asked something else about me because you said “Doesn’t do anything for me”. So I realized you weren’t interested in me and I kept my interest to myself. I think I started pulling back some because I did have feelings, but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and like you I didn’t want to ruin what we do have.”

Bucky remembered exactly the conversation she had overheard. It was with Sam. They had been planning their next mission. A lead on Zemo that they had to follow. Sam had asked him in his typical Sam fashion if he was going to get him some goodbye sex before they left. To which Bucky had replied that your relationship wasn’t like that. Then Sam had gone on to say Bucky should just hookup with one of the many women who came on to him when they were out. To which Bucky had replied that those girls did nothing for him. He could see now where you would have thought he was talking about you. Pulling you closer he explained the conversation to you and what you had heard.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t want more. I do. When I saw you earlier, hurt, afraid and knowing that he was still out there, I wanted to kill him. He touched the wrong woman and then when I saw the picture of the note he had left on the board in your room I knew that I had to find him. It pissed me off. That he thought he wanted to do those things to you, then when I found out who he was contacted to and that he might just have the means to follow through with them, I was scared. I don’t get scared, so yeah. I love you. I know its probably too soon and you don’t have to say it back, but I didn’t want to waste anymore time and not tell you.” Bucky touched your face.

You smile at him. “I love you to Bucky. I have for a long time. I want more with you too. Thank you for protecting me and making sure that I’m safe.”

“I’’m going to kiss you now.” Bucky warned you.

“I’m going to kiss you back.” You replied and you did.

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bl597 · 4 years ago

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Hello! I just found your blog and I loved your writing 💜 Idk if I can request something? Like the reader forgot her clothes or ruin them, wanted to lend some from Ginny but she is smaller so ends up using Fred's, he is shooked, flustered, and happy. All fluffy and stuff. Thanks 💜💜💜

hello, sweetie! thank you sooooooo much 💞💞 of course you can, feel free to request as many imagines as you want to! I hope you enjoy it, sorry it took me so long to post it! 💖

warnings: fluff yay, kind of gender neutral!reader (?), it got a little small (sorry), english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes! requests are open!!

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Ginny, your best friend, had invited you to stay at the Burrow during your summer break, and you, of course, accepted it. You loved the family of redheads as if it was your own, and loved to stay at the Burrow. It had been almost two weeks since you arrived and you and the 'kids' were having lots of fun together.

You, Ginny, Ron, the twins, Harry, Bill and Charlie were playing quidditch, and Molly (as she told you to call her), Hermione and Arthur (as he also told you to call him) were cheering for you all. It was funny to play with them, since you were competitive little shits and didn't want to lose, so you all made a bet: the team that loses has to degnome the garden, and no one wanted to do it.

Your team lost and you had to degnome the garden right after the game because the twins wouldn't let you guys live if you didn't do it as soon as possible. After about an hour or so, Molly told you all to take a shower so you could eat something. You and Ginny went first and the boys went after.

You were with Ginny in her room, looking for something comfortable to wear. Frowning, you turned to her “Hey, Ginny, could you borrow me a shirt? Mine are dirty.”

“Sure” she said, looking for a shirt in her wardrobe. She then handed you a white shirt and you thanked her, putting it on but pouting when you realised it was too small and too tight for you “Do you want me to look for some other?” she asked.

“Yes, please” you nodded, smiling at her and folding the shirt, putting it where it was again.

She then left the room and you sat down on the bed, waiting for her to return. After a few minutes she came back with a bigger shirt, handing it to you with a small smirk. You thanked her, finding her a little suspicious but just ignoring it.

The shirt was big and really comfortable, it smelt like the Burrow and a weirdly familiar cologne, but you couldn't identify where you had smelt it before. When you turned to her, she was smiling widely at you, practically beaming with pride. You opened your mouth to ask why she was like this, but Mrs Weasley's voice interrupted you, calling you two to tell you dinner is ready. Ginny then dragged you downstairs with her, the smile as big as always.

The first person you saw was Ron, who looked at the shirt you were wearing and then at Ginny, mouthing something like 'is that his shirt?', to which Ginny nodded excitedly. Ron then left, smirking at your confused face. You turned to Ginny, ready to ask her what the hell was that when you were interrupted once again, this time by George.

“Look what we have here.” he said smirking while placing an arm around your shoulder. “So you liked Freddie's shirt, uh, (Y/n)?”

“What?” you asked, already feeling your face getting hot.

“Hey, Fred! I've found your shit!” he yelled to his twin, who just entered the room. When he locked eyes with you, his face became as hot and red as his hair, just like your face was and he lowered his head to avoid your curious eyes, with what looked like a shy smile on his lips.

“Ginny!” you exclaimed, blushing furiously.

But when you turned around to face her, she was smirking. She then cupped her ear, as if she heard something “Oh, sorry, mom just called me and George to help her. Have fun, you two” she said, pulling George by his arm so he could follow her, they both giggling.

You and Fred stayed quiet, too embarrassed to say something or look at each other. You glanced at him, noticing he was shirtless, but then you quickly looked away, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable, focusing on the roof instead. “So,” you shyly spoke “why are you shirtless?"

“Because you're with my shirt” he said, chuckling.

“Oh.” you looked at his face, an apologetic half smile on your face. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was yours. I can ta-”

“No, it's okay” he cut you off “It's okay, you can stay with it. I'll just find another one.”

“Okay, then.” you smiled at him “Now, if you excuse me, I'll kill your sister right now.”

“I'll put some clothes on before mom catches me and then I can help you” he winked, climbing the stairs to go to his room, leaving you a blushing mess.

After that day, you and Fred were kind of awkward with each other, and whenever you two were alone, there was this uncomfortable silence. Like, he made a few jokes but it just felt weird. Ginny and George didn't stop teasing the shit out of you two ever since then, always nudging you when he entered the room or vice versa.

It was kind of boring, actually. You really liked spending time with the twins, especially Fred, but now you couldn't say anything without making the situation awkward. The fact that you always remembered that moment also didn't really help, since all you could think about was Fred's face when he saw you in his shirt. His face was as red as his hair and he was looking down, but there was still that small smile on his face that made you wonder a lot. Was he trying to hide his laugh? Or was he actually smiling?

The thought that he probably was smiling made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You didn't really want to admit it to yourself, but you may or may not have feelings for the redhead). It was obvious to anyone who looked at you whenever Fred was around; you were a blushing and stuttering mess, and could barely function like a normal human being. Ginny – and honestly the whole castle – knew about your 'secret' feelings for her old brother, she noticed the not-so subtle stares you sent Fred's way everytime you were in the same room and she was sick of watching her brother doing the exact same thing with you, so that was why she and George came up with the 'shirt plan'.

You were now sitting with Ginny and Hermione on the Burrow's garden, just admiring the beautiful sunset in front of you. Hermione then nudged Ginny with her elbow, raising her brow at the redhead with a look that you didn't really understand, which made you furrow. Ginny then nodded, the same diabolic smile on both their faces.

“Mione, I just remembered something! We have to do that... thing! Yeah, that thing! Remember?” she exclaimed, already getting up. “Let's go!”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, the thing!” Hermione said, quite awkwardly, getting ready to leave with Ginny.

“Can I go too?” you asked, looking at them whilst pouting.

“No, sorry” Ginny said “It's..”

“A thing for only two people! Sorry, (Y/n/n)” Hermione quickly cut her off, giving you an apologetic smile before dragging Ginny with her, whispering something you couldn't hear.

You sighed, enjoying the view anyway. You stayed like that for a few minutes, the sunlight kissing your skin, its warmth making you feel a little less cold. Despite being summer now, the night breeze was really cold, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket or a jumper like Hermione told you to.

After a minute or two you heard footsteps quietly approaching you, then the person sat down next to you without saying anything, just enjoying the beautiful view. You saw the messy red hair sitting beside you, his blue sweater with a large yellow 'F' on it made you realise who it was.

“Aren't you cold?” his deep voice brought you back to reality and you blinked at him, shaking your head slowly. “Are you sure?”

“I'm fine, Fred” you answered shyly, still not looking directly at him.

He didn't say anything and you two fell in an almost comfortable silence for the first time ever since the 'shirt plan'. You then felt something on your shoulders, something soft and that made you warm up. Looking down, you saw a jacket that you recognized as his and it smelt exactly like that shirt, Fred's scent was intoxicating and you swore you could never get enough of it.

“Nice view, don't you think?” he asks whilst turning to face you and smiling.

“Yeah.” you nodded “The sun is amazing, especially at this time of the day.”

“The sun is beautiful too, but I prefer another view” he said quietly, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

“And what is that?” you asked shyly, seeing his face lit up and a smirk replace his smile.

“You.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you never found the right words. What were you supposed to do at this moment? You didn't even need to see yourself in a mirror to know that your face is just as hot and red as fire now, and you were pretty sure he definitely noticed it, the playful smirk on his face confirming your suspicions.

“Oh” was all you managed to say. You mentally face palmed yourself, embarrassed by your lack of coherent answers. “Thank you?”

He laughed quite loudly, throwing his head back. You confusedly looked at him, silently asking what was so funny and he just shook his head, still giggling. “You're weird.” he replied between giggles, giving you a big smile.

“That's really rude of you, did you know that?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“I meant it in a good way, love”

You crossed your arms, huffing, and turned to watch the sunset that was now almost gone. The sky was a beautiful mix of orange and pink shades and it looked like a real life painting. You were too focused on the beautiful sky in front of you that you didn't even notice Fred's silly smile, looking at you in awe.

“So, someone told me you have feelings for me. Is that true, (Y/l/n)?” he asked in a playful tone, slowly inching closer to you.

“Who told you that?!” you exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes “It was Ginny or George, wasn't it? Oh, I'll kill them!”

“Maybe” he quietly spoke before smirking again “Well, I might return these feelings.”

“What?!”

“You heard me the first time” he playfully rolled his eyes “Can you confirm if the rumors are true?”

“Which rumors?” you stuttered, blushing.

“That we have a date next week”

“What?!”

“You're not as smart as I thought you were” he joked “I was asking if you wanted to go on a date next week? With me?”

You only nodded, not trusting your own voice to say anything at the moment. He smiled widely at you before turning back to the sky in front of you two, you both watching it silently, just enjoying each other's company.

You smirked when you heard whispers a few feet behind you, whose voices you recognized as Ginny, Hermione and George's excitedly cheering that their little 'plan' worked.

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lukatheselkie · 4 years ago

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HMC - “I’m so sorry I kissed you, my mouth just slipped.”

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This was so much fun to write! I’ll have to write more with these two, they’re a cute ship.

Pairing: DenAus

Warnings: Implied blowjob

Lukas nudges Mathias lightly. He flinches slightly, looking around frantically in confusion. “We’re on break,” he whispers to him. His cheeks flush, and he bows his head. Right. They’re at a World Meeting. That’s the entire reason he had been distracted to begin with. He glances across the table, and frowns when he doesn’t see Roderich there anymore. He hears quiet laughter from Emil to his right.

“I noticed you were staring at-”

“Don’t you dare say it!” He hisses out between his teeth. Emil shrugs, and leans back in his seat.

“Fine, see what I care. But, just so you know, you’re not going to get his attention by staring at him. He’s immune to that. You’re going to have to approach him. Speak with him. And don’t be overly energetic about it, either. I know that may be hard for you, but he’ll appreciate it.” His tone is snarky, but he’s actually giving some good advice. Mathias takes a deep breath, and nods. He can do this! And it’s not like he’s risking too much. He’s definitely seen Roderich stare at him before. He’d like to think that’s from endearment, not annoyance.

“Thanks, little guy!” He ruffles Emil’s hair as he stands.

“Don’t call me that.” Mathias waves his hand at him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You know I only call you that because I love you, right?” He looks back just in time to see him hiding his reddening face. He smiles brightly, and skips over to Ludwig, who’s not MIA. “Luddy! My buddy, my pal, my-”

“Vhat is it jou vant?” He rubs at his temples lightly. He’s got a headache, and he doesn’t need Mathias making it worse for him.

“Right! Do you know where your brother went? Not Gilbert, the other. I forget his name.” He’s got to play it cool. If Ludwig knows he’s after a date, he’ll become defensive.

“Roderich or Vash?”

“Hmm, Roderich sounds about right.” He watches the German close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“He went to get something to eat. I would suggest you do the same.” And then have a sugar crash, please. Mathias runs off, much to his relief.

“Roddy, where are you?” He calls out quietly. His stomach flips nervously at the nickname. It’s such a cute thing to call him, but he has to be careful who hears. He doesn’t want anyone to think they’re together. Yet, anyway. Once they’ve actually agreed on a date, then he doesn’t care if anyone knows. But he’ll also abide by Roderich’s wishes. “Roddy! Come out, please.”

“Who on Earth keeps calling me th- oh. It’s you.” He grimaces at Mathias. The Dane doesn’t seem to notice though, as a grin overtakes his face. It’s ridiculously large, but it’s also somewhat charming. Not that he would ever let that thought escape his lips. Oh no, that’s going to stay private forever.

“Roddy! C’mere!” He opens his arms wide. Roderich stares at him, perplexed.

“What are you trying to trick me into doing?” Mathias frowns, arms dropping back to his sides.

“Nothing. I just wanted to hug you.” He looks like he’s about to cry. Against his better judgement, Roderich steps closer to him.

“I will give you a three second hug. No more, and I favour less.” His eyes light up, and he wraps his arms around him tightly. It’s hard to breathe. But what little air he manages to take in smells like barley, fir, and poppies. It makes his head spin. In a good way. “Alright, alright!” He pushes him away gently. “That’s more than eno-” Mathias grabs his chin. “You really don’t know what personal space is, do you?”

“I never noticed how beautiful your eyes are.” Roderich feels his face heat up in a blush.

“Please, release me. If anyone passes by, they may misunderstand the situation.” Mathias steps closer.

“Is that so bad?”

“Yes! Yes it is!” There’s no bite to his words. In fact, he’s relaxing in his grip. And it’s obvious the stupid Dane holding his chin has noticed, because he’s stepping closer again. Roderich opens his mouth to say something, anything, but there’s lips on his before he can speak. Mathias is warm. Too warm, considering his geographical location. It makes Roderich tingle, all the way down to his toes. The blonde yanks himself away, ending to kiss entirely too soon.

“I’m so sorry I kissed you! My mouth just slipped! Well, actually, I slipped, there’s a stupid rug that’s under you but not under me that I didn’t notice and I tripped on the edge of it, I swear I didn’t actually mean to-” Roderich presses their lips together again, effectively silencing him. He’s much better when he’s quiet like this. Attractive, even. Not that he wasn’t attractive before, but his constant talking is rather obnoxious. However, if he has to put up with that for this... Well, maybe hearing Mathias talk about nothing but everything isn’t so bad. He’s absolutely marvelous at kissing.

“Shush, for a single moment,” Roderich mumbles against his lips as he pulls away. “Even if it was an accident, I liked the kiss very much. Maybe not as much as I like you, as impossible as that seems. You’re loud, and obnoxious, and your hair is ridiculous, but I wouldn’t have you any other way. You wouldn’t be you. And not being able to see you would make my heart ache.” He takes Mathias’ hands. “Will you stay by my side?” The Dane blinks rapidly at him, obviously confused. When his words register, he gives a wolfish grin.

“Sweet! I came to ask you out on a date, but I got two amazing kisses out of it, *and* a boyfriend! That’s much better than anything I was hoping for!” He pauses, looking down at Roderich. “Whoops, make that three amazing kisses!” He dips him, and kisses him lovingly. He makes a noise of surprise in the back of his throat, and closes his eyes. It isn’t long before Mathias is poking at his mouth with his tongue, wanting in. He gladly parts his lips for him.

When the two return to the meeting room, they’re out of breath, their clothes are messed up, Roderich’s hair is slightly fluffy, and Mathias’ hair is laying flat on his head, out of the spikes he normally puts it in. Emil smirks knowingly at him, and starts pestering him the moment he sits down. “Sooooooo, how’d it go? Was it fun, getting laid?”

“We did no such thing!” The Icelander snorts.

“Suuuuuuuure.” Mathias huffs, and looks away from him. He’s telling the truth!

Across the room, Roderich sits next to Ludwig, smoothing his hair down a bit. He feels his brother staring at him curiously, and he lets out a quiet sigh. “No, we didn’t do what you’re thinking.” He flushes at the memory. Curse his strong libido.

“Zen what did jou do?” He stares at the table intently, ears turning red.

“I may have gotten an arousal from him French kissing me, and he may have taken care of it for me.” Ludwig raises a brow, a smirk forming on his lips.

“With his mouth?”

“Don’t tell anyone!” He watches him shrug.

“Anyone zat’s observant already knows. Jou tugged on his hair so much, jou changed his hairstyle.” Roderich wants the ground to open up and swallow him. “Good job, Roddy,” Ludwig whispers to him. “Jou managed to tame ze untamable.” He blinks in surprise at him.

“I… did? I suppose I did!” He smiles slightly. “And the untamable is my boyfriend now.”

“I just hope jou returned ze favour to him.” Roderich nearly chokes on his own saliva.

“O-of course I did!” His face is crimson. “I’m not as cruel as you seem to think.” “I know,” Ludwig ruffles his hair. “Jou have a very kind heart. Ich liebe dich.” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ich liebe dich auch,” he mumbles out begrudgingly.

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