#but as soon as I see in the notes how their mutuals are celebrating them in like the ‘lol triggered the snowflakes’ style way

[coryndoll]

lover of mine ₍₁₎

drew starkey x actress!reader au

— in which drew and y/n, secretly exes, must fake date in order to keep the peace at a mutual friend’s wedding, but the forced proximity makes them question whether they ever truly moved on.

warnings: sweet baby boy drew whos willing to help u, nothing else rly

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authors note: i wanted to give it a sort of “the proposal” / “anyone but you” type of feel !! this is obviously going to be a series so let me know if u want to be added to the tag list from now on so u dont miss an update ! <3

your body freezes in place when you’re asked about the wedding. crap, you forgot. but it isn’t like you received any invite.

“theo sent you an invite through the mail. you got it right?” your friend, leila, asks you. leila and her fiancé theo have been your friends for years now, ever since you met leila during a movie priemere and shared respect on each other's careers. she’s been your closest friend, so theo naturally had to come along too.

“what? yeah,” you lie right through your teeth, and guilt punches you in the face when you stare right into her bright eyes. you raise the cup of coffee. “was literally jumping for joy when i got it.”

leila sighs in relief. “thank god we got the right address,” she says and you question what she means by that before she continues, “we didn’t know whether to send it to your apartment or drew’s.”

your breath is caught and you pause before your drink reaches your lips.

“drew,” you repeat, and she nods.

“yeah, but we figured you’ll both see it either way so, sent it to his place ‘cause theo said it was closer,” leila says, and you raise your eyebrows in amusement. “but anyway! before the wedding, i wanted to stay with our inner circle so if it’s possible for a little two-week vacation? the venue is close to my mom and her boyfriend’s house so we’d just be staying there. i would’ve picked after the wedding if theo didn’t already have the honeymoon planned. he’s too excited.”

“wait, two weeks?” you inquire, “who’s coming?”

she shrugs, “you and drew, libby, gia . . .” she trails off as she thinks about it, and you swallow as you set your cup down. “i forgot who else. i know it’s one of theo’s coworkers but i forgot who. let me text him actually.”

your face lights up at the opportunity to get away, and you nod. “i need to call drew actually,” you say, and she smiles and nods as you stand from your seat and make your way to her living room. “need to remind him to take the . . . fish . . . out.”

“fish?”

“we’re having fish tonight, yeah.”

you turn away to scroll through your contacts until you find his, then click on it. you settle down on the couch as you wait anxiously for him to pick up, and just hope that he does.

just before the call goes to voicemail, the line clears. “yeah?”

“you are such a—!” you hiss quietly, careful not to let leila hear you. “why didn’t you tell me leila and theo sent you a wedding invite for us?”

“i literally just checked my mail, alright? i would’ve said something about it as soon as i saw it,” he tells you. “i just flew in two days ago, y/n. i’m at the . . . i’m not at my apartment right now but my mail’s all on my counter. i’ll look for it once i’m home and then send you pictures of it, okay?”

you know that your situation with drew is slightly complicated. you were together for five years before ending things just a year ago.

because of your careers, you aren’t surprised that people assume you’re still dating. even close friends like leila and theo. everything was kept private. a year into the relationship was when fans even found out about you two.

you both have been looking for a time to address the breakup, to friends first for sure, but with your conflicting schedules, the time’s just never come up, and sending a “by the way, we broke up” text to an imessage groupchat wasn’t totally ideal.

even with the wedding coming up, having to be around everyone while you celebrate your closest friends, how are you either of you supposed to bring it up now?

“okay,” you tell him. “just text me when you’re free. any time before 10, please.”

“okay,” drew’s voice is soft and understanding. the line goes dead and you pull your phone away from your ear, seeing that he’s hung up.

your expected text comes around 8pm. drew’s sent you four different attachments. all are photos of the elaborate and detailed wedding invitation. the designs must’ve been leila’s idea.

you’re surprised to see an incoming call on your laptop right after. you hover over the accept button, then click on it.

his face fills a rectangle of your screen. he’s on his phone—“do you see it?”

“yeah wait,” you mumble, clicking out of the facetime to open your messages with him, then click the first photo. “leila and theo; rsvp by september twenty-seventh.”

“the letter’s addressed to my place but they put our names on the envelope,” drew tells you, and it looks like he’s ruffling through something before he flips his camera to display his counter. on it is the envelope in question, which is addressed to his apartment, but for y/n and drew, it says.

you hum. “are you going?” you ask him.

“of course i’m going. what do you mean?”

you shake your head, “nothing.”

drew only knows of leila or theo because of you, because leila works with you. maybe he’s made friends with theo but it’s not something you’ve personally seen, so you’re just assuming that maybe since you’ve broken up, there’s no reason for him to go? especially when he’s filming soon?

you stare down at your keyboard as you speak again, “leila wants us to come on a two-week pre-stay with her and theo. and others.”

there’s a brief pause from drew, like he doesn’t understand.

you sense it immediately and continue. “like, before the wedding, she told me today about how her mom has his house she wants us to stay in, just a few of us for two weeks, then they have her wedding— i don’t know, i need to ask her more about it. i think she just wants to fly everyone out and spend more time with us before she’s on honeymoon and living the wife life.”

“could be fun,” drew says. “i mean, i can’t even remember the last time i was out with theo or leila. it might be good for us.”

you furrow your eyebrows at him through the screen, and you try to read him to see if he’s joking. “there is no more ‘us’, remember? and by the way, neither leila or theo or anybody else knows that.”

drew hesitates as if he’s trying to justify your situation.

you rub your eye before resting the side of your head against your fist, “they addressed the invitation to both of us, drew. i feel like we should at least tell them the truth so that when we get there, they know.”

drew hesitates, his eyes moving around as if searching for the right words. “yeah, i know. it’s just . . . complicated.”

“complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it,” you say, feeling frustration build up. “it just feels dishonest. they think we’re still together, and if they find out at the wedding, it’ll look like we’re hiding things.”

“we are hiding things,” he reminds you. “we’ve been avoiding the topic. do you really want to drop this bomb on them right before their wedding?”

you go silent as you think about it, because if telling them isn’t a good option then . . .

“what if we just kept up the appearance that we’re still together?” drew suggests. it draws your attention as you look up at your laptop. “for the wedding and the pre.”

you blink, taken aback. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” drew continues, “what if we act like we’re still together while we’re there? it might make things easier for everyone. seeing us apart will just create tension. people will feel like they’ll need to walk on eggshells around us.”

you give him a skeptical look. “acting like a couple isn’t the same as actually being one. i’m not sure i can just pull it off without it feeling fake.”

“we’re not faking,” drew says gently. “we’re just playing a part for a bit. we’re professionals. it’s literally our job. we can do this for a few days.”

you pause, considering his words. “but what if it just makes things worse? what if pretending just complicates everything?”

drew’s expression softens, and he speaks more earnestly. “look, we’ve been in tough spots before. there’s been so many times on set with you and i before that we’ve had to navigate headfirst. this is no different. think of it as a role we have to play for a short time. it doesn’t change what’s real.”

you sit back, processing his suggestion. “so we fake it for now and deal with the truth later?”

he hums. “it’s not ideal, but it could save a lot of awkwardness and stress. we can be civil and supportive for their sake, and then handle everything after.”

you let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the decision. “it just feels like a lot of work to keep up a pretense. but i guess if we’re going to do this, we need to at least figure out how to make it believable.”

“we’ll figure it out,” drew says, his voice a little more hopeful. “it’s not about being perfect. it’s just about getting through the weeks without making things worse.”

you nod slowly, still feeling uneasy but recognizing the practicality of his idea. “okay. pretend for leila and theo, and then deal with the fallout afterwards.”

there’s a faint smile on his face as he nods at you. “just two weeks, remember? we can do that,” he says. “i’m gonna head to bed. i’ll talk to you tomorrow about it, alright?”

“okay,” you murmur, and drew hangs up on you.

the facetime window closes and displays your last app that’s been open, your messages. you’re face-to-face with the photos of the invitations once more, and a part of you is overwhelmed with emotions—fear, excitement, guilt.

two weeks. that’s all it is. just two weeks with your ex-boyfriend. you can survive that . . .

right?

[trashbatistrash]

,

[measuredingold]

you right

authors note: hello hello ! two weekends in a row ? i am on fire lol I’ve been working on this piece for awhile and finally got around to finishing it. inspired loosely by you right by doja cat. feedback is always appreciated and i hope you all enjoy !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross posted on ao3

word count: 2.3k

cw/tw: infidelity, p in v ( be like them and wear protection! ), slight…angst?, noah sebastian is bad at feelings, slight hurt ig?, situationship lol, toxic relationship, 18+ mdni

Your breath hitches when Noah's hand runs up the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up against his hip. His lips brush over yours to muffle the noise you make when his hip rolls into yours, pressing you flush against the wall.

"Shit." He groans, pulling back to drop his head down to your chest, lips attaching to your exposed skin.

Your shirt was lost about five minutes ago, along with your bra, and your skirt was now bunched up around your waist. You knew it was a sight to see, Noah attached to you with your head thrown back against the wall, his lips wrapping around your hardening bud. Your hand moves to his hair, fingers twisting in his dark locks and tugging ever so slightly, and the vibration of his moan against your skin has your back arching.

The disappointment that was settling in your stomach was still there, fading, but still there nonetheless. You should be disgusted, ashamed for letting yourself get into this situation again but you're not surprised anymore. Noah was an enigma, pulling you to him whenever he could even if you tried to fight it. You couldn’t help that you wanted him, could never get enough of him. Constantly always craving to feel his lips against yours, to feel his hands caress your body, to feel his hips pressed flush against yours.

He was something you always wanted, needed, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it soon.

Which you should. It'll never go further than this. Sex. That's all it is, all it'll ever be. Two people too stubborn to address their feelings for one another, instead hide it with casual sex. It's sad, and borderline pathetic, but that's how it's always been with him.

And how it always will be.

You thought you got over it. You met someone a few months ago, had a nice thing going. They were nice and treated you well. You thought the hold Noah had on you was finally over, you've moved on. Though, the second your eyes met his across the room tonight, celebrating a mutual friends birthday, you knew that it was a fucking lie.

You're not over him. You never were.

"Noah..." Another tug at his hair has his hips pressing into yours again, causing a moan to slip from your lips.

"Missed this." You hear him mumble, lips trailing up your chest to your neck. "Missed you."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of it slamming into your chest. Missed you. That's the most vulnerable thing he's said to you in... ever. Your hips stutter for just a moment, eyes fluttering open to find that he's pulled back, already staring at you.

"Yeah? You missed me?" You hum out, your grip on his hair loosening.

"Of course I did." He pauses, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, eyes dropping from yours to drag down your body. "Did you miss me?"

When his eyes find yours again you notice the grin tugging at his lips because he knows you did. If you didn't you wouldn't be here right now, his hips flushed against yours with your back against the wall. You roll your eyes, but you know your cheeks are flushing.

"Maybe."

"Don't be like that." His head dips down again, lips brushing against the base of your neck and you can't help but shudder, your fingers in his hair tightening their hold yet again. "Say it."

"...Say what?" You sound breathless, eyes fluttering shut as Noah's teeth grazed over your skin.

"That you missed me." You don't even bother stopping the whine that slips from you when he pulls away, but he doesn't go far. His lips are barely brushing against yours now, forehead pressed firmly against yours. "Say it. Please."

"...I always miss you, Noah."

There's a split second of silence before Noah's surging forward, lips pressing into yours with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up with a bruise on your lips. It moves quickly after that, your underwear being lost somewhere in the dimly lit room with your shirt, and then the sound of his rustling belt as he shoves his jeans down. He pulls away to flip you around, your cheek now pressed against the wall.

Big hands sprawl against your backside, gripping, and the groan Noah lets out from behind you has your core aching.

"Fuck. Look at you..." You hear him shuffling behind you and then the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, and for a second your stomach drops.

He was prepared, which isn't shocking to you, but he couldn't have known you were going to be here tonight. He acted shocked when he saw you, even telling you that he didn't think you'd make it. Had he planned on hooking up with someone else tonight? You don't get to dwell on it for too long, or the way it makes your blood boil from jealousy, because his tip is pressing into your entrance.

"Oh fuck." Your eyes squeeze shut and you reach back blindly, his hand finding yours immediately.

"So fucking tight." He grits out.

Your fingers lace with his and you squeeze hard, because the stretch is almost too much. Almost. You can't lie to yourself and say you hate it, because you don't. You loved the stretch, the burn of it all, because it was a sore reminder the next day that he was yours for a moment. His hand that wasn't laced with yours gripped your hip, his thumb sliding across your bare skin in a comforting manner.

"Always take me so well," He exhales, voice teetering on a whine, and he leans his forehead against your shoulder. "So good."

You just whimper in response, squeezing his hand again. The both of you moan in unison when he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against together. He lifts his head before you feel his lips ghost over your shoulder.

"You okay?"

You nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip to try and keep your noises at bay, mind already racing at how fucking delicious he feels inside. You never understood how he always felt so good, snug deep inside you, like he was meant to be there. He presses another kiss to your shoulder before unlacing your fingers, letting both of his hands now grip your hip as he slowly starts to move.

The drag of his cock has your eyes rolling back, mouth dropping open as he pushed back in, hips snapping against yours. The gentle demeanor is now gone because he knows your time is limited so he doesn't waste it, rocking into you with such force that has you seeing fucking stars. Pleasure courses through your body as the head of his cock slams into that spot over and over, your body shuddering against the wall.

"Noah..."

"What is it, baby?"

"I... I need..." You don't even know what you need and find yourself grinding back against Noah, pushing his cock deeper inside you.

“What do you need?” You only whine at his words, grinding back against him again. You feel one of his hands slide from your hip and down to where the two of you meet, his fingers brushing against your swollen clit. Your body shudders again, a broken moan leaving your parted lips. “Oh? Is this what you need, sweetheart?”

You nod, cheek still pressed against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Noah, baby, please.”

He shushes you, fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “I got you. Don’t worry. Gonna give you what you want.”

You hear him grunt behind you as your cunt clenched around his cock at his words. It was all becoming so much so quickly, if you were more coherent you’d be sad at how little time you actually had left with him, but you can’t even think of that. No, you’re too focused on how fucking good his fingers feel, rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. His thrusts don’t let up either, his pace quickening and the drag of his cock has a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit.” He whines out, giving you one hard thrust before grinding himself against your ass. “Does he fuck you like this, baby?”

You choke on a sob, pussy clenching around his cock and you hear him groan.

“No, he doesn’t. Poor baby was begging me to fuck her.” His face buries against the back of your neck, his thrusts picking up again. “But it’s okay, you don’t need him… because you know all you need is me, right? I’ll always give it to you the way you like.”

He sounds drunk, words slurring in between his moans as he thrusts into you again. Your cheek is starting to hurt with how hard it’s pressed against the wall but you don’t care, chanting Noah’s name over and over again. The fire in the pit of your stomach keeps growing and you blink away the tears that are burning at your eyes.

It’s so good, feels so fucking good but so wrong at the same time. He wasn’t lying. Your sex life with your current partner was fine but nowhere near compared to this. Noah knew your body better than you did and knew exactly what you needed every damn time.

“Noah, I’m…” Your eyes burned and you choked on another moan. The hand between your thighs never let up, and his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat gently.

“Gonna come?” You try to nod in his hold, but his grip on your neck tightens slightly making it difficult. “Yeah? Go ahead. You can come, pretty girl.”

And that does it, the coil in the deepest pit of your stomach undoing. Your vision blurs and if it wasn’t for the grip on your neck, you’re sure your moans would be so loud the entire house would’ve heard you. You don’t even fucking care at this point, too lost in the pleasure that’s coursing through you, and the way Noah continues to pound into you to reach his own high.

“That’s it, fuck. Come all over my cock, baby.” He groans behind you, face burying against your shoulder to muffle his own noises.

Your body convulses with aftershocks of your orgasm, whimpering in over sensitivity. It doesn’t take much longer for Noah to find his own release, hips stilling against your ass as he whined out your name. His hold on your neck releases but he doesn’t move from you.

The two of you stay tangled in each other for a few moments longer, trying to catch your breaths. The reality of what just happened settles over you but for some reason you feel… content. The guilt and disappointment was no longer lingering over you.

“Fuck.” Noah chuckles behind you, lifting his head from your shoulder just a bit to scatter a few kisses where his forehead had been. You preen at the affection. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You say breathlessly, groaning quietly when you feel him shift behind you, cock still buried inside you.

The two of you both whine at the feeling of him slipping out and you couldn’t help but feel sad at the emptiness it left behind. You hear him shuffle around behind you, probably to throw away the condom and to hopefully look for something to clean you off with, and when your felt him settle behind you, the gentle touch of a cotton between your legs has you melting against the wall.

“Sorry to whoever shirt this is.” Noah mumbles, chuckling quietly.

You only hum in response, eyes fluttering closed as the exhaustion enters your body. Noah takes his time and even places another kiss against your shoulder, whispering to you that he was done and that you could get dressed now.

Something shifted in the air after that, the moment much more intimate than the other times you had spent together. But you nod, humming in response again before turning to find your clothes. You find your clothes with ease, Noah's words lingering in your head.

Because you know all you need is me.

The truth in those words makes your throat close up and you try swallowing whatever it is you're feeling away, pulling your underwear up and under your skirt that was still bunched up around your waist. You smooth it down before reaching for your shirt, slipping your arms through the holes. The weight in your chest returns, just like it had when Noah mentioned that he had missed you, the first admission of its kind.

Maybe there was some truth behind that for him, as well. Maybe all he needed was you, too. Your stomach turns at the thought as you begin to button your shirt up with shaky fingers, hearing Noah shuffling behind you in silence.

You begin to wonder what he must be thinking and a part of you is hoping he's thinking the same thing. It's foolish believing, you know it is, but you can't help it. Maybe you two had finally gotten over that unspoken rule that was set in place to where all feelings were avoided? Maybe it was time you two faced the music and admitted to whatever the fuck was going on?

You shouldn't want this. You should let it go. Yet, your mind is racing with all the possibilities and what if's, and you find yourself speaking before you can double down on it.

"Noah, I..."

You finished buttoning your shirt, turning around to finally face the male but find him nowhere to be found. Your heart drops, sinking so low into the deepest pit of your stomach. He's gone. He left you here without even an utter of a goodbye. Your eyes burn and there's a sour taste in the back of your throat, building up slowly as the realization dawns on you.

[bearw-me]

Hiiii!!! Would you mind doing headcannons / a fanfic where Husk has a crush on the reader and one day they ask him if they could cover being a bartender for a while to give him a small break (and to chat with Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb bc they are sitting at the bar too) and he agrees, not thinking that they would actually be able to make any drink or anything, but they actually end up being a phenomenal bartender (yet has never told or shown anyone until now), and it make him flustered as he has an even bigger crush on them now (which he thought was literally impossible). Thank youuuu!!!! 💖💖💖 (Also I love ur work 💖✨)

I cant describe in words how your request made me feel lmao! and thank you so much! ( i could talk about this dynamic all day ♡♡♡

𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐔𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞

𐐒 includes : husk x gender neutral! reader, cherri bomb, angel dust 𐐒 cw : drinking/mentions of drinking, swearing, fluff, mutual pining, reader and husk are flirting so hard smh 𐐒 summary : Husk could use a break from the bar, so you offer to take up the job for the rest of the night! 𐐒 word count : 1.7 k 𐐒 note : ah, husk + his drinks (guys! husk! with a bartender! is!) my heart is liquid now

The night sure was lively now that Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb came (literally) crashing through the front door.

You smiled, resting your head in your hands as you watched the two from the end of the bar. "Those two must be a handful for you," you teased, letting your eyes flit over to the grumpy old cat you adored.

He managed a smile, glancing over at the two who were downing shots like tomorrow didn't exist. "Yes they are," he mumbled.

"So why'd you come over here Whiskers? You know I'm still working on my drink."

"You know I gotta keep my customer's satisfied," his voice teased back- just as smooth as the whiskey he poured- how charming, you thought. "Can't leave you here all by yourself."

You nodded, feeling a blush creep over the tips of your ears and nose.

Although, you couldn't help but notice. . .

Husk, the charming gambling cat who bartended for the hotel, a cat you could've sworn- or hoped- wanted your attention most nights. . . stared at the pair across the bars edge with a tired eye.

You quietly followed his gaze, humming as you pondered the next move.

"Why don't you pour yourself a drink? On me," you slid your card over the polished wood, only to be stopped as soon as it hit the edge of the bar. Husk's fingers pushing gently against yours.

"It's bad luck for a bartender to drink on the job."

"Is that so? Sounds like superstition," you teased, sadly tucking the card into your pocket.

Doesn't usually stop him from doing it, you moped.

"Hey baby! You can buy me a drink, no strings of course!" Angel called over to you, bringing shameless attention to his chest and biting his lip.

The bar laughed with him, spirits deliciously high tonight now that the couple had joined.

You were glad for the change of pace, "You know what?" You pulled the card out again, raising three fingers so that Husk knew how much to pour "I will buy you that drink Angel."

Cherri and Angel celebrated by downing a shot each, the young overlord herself yelling into the air with glee at the score.

Your gaze lingered over to the two, the sounds of vodka and juice being poured next to you. "Husk?" you asked, not really turning to look at him.

"What's on your mind?"

You waited until the sounds of pouring stopped, little freckles of juice sticking to your hand. . . then you turned to him, a little unsure in what you were asking "This drinks for you."

With a gentle hand, you tried to stop him from sliding it over to you, and responded just as fast as his denial "Let me run the bar for the rest of the night!"

His confusion morphed into the classic doubtful Husk you knew: always keeping his guard up.

"Oh really," he rasped, leaning over the bar to hover right next to your face.

Maybe he was trying to intimidate you, or try to see through you. . . but you tried not to flinch at the challenge, watching his dark eyes narrow "And what do you get out of this?"

You shrugged, a dumb smile popping onto your lips "Time to sober up? How hard could it be?" you purred, relishing in the fact that Husk had recoiled from you.

Sitting across the bar, head cradled in your hands, smirking at him.

He sighed, letting his eyes roll "Alright, fine but-"

Before his sentence even finished, you were right next to him at the back of the bar, staring with a pep in your step at all of the liquors, juices, and garnishes he actually had back here.

"Hey I didn't say you could-"

"Sorry Husk," you pushed him out of the area, feeling a little unwelcome or foreign on this side of the bar.

I mean, you both did, but it wasn't an entirely bad feeling-yet.

"Heyy, the old kitty came to play with us!" Cherri teased, watching as Husk awkwardly took a seat next to the two.

"Finally!" Angel groaned, throwing an arm over Husk and pulling him into the fun.

"On second thought, I don't think this was a good idea," Husk unfurled himself from Angel's grasp.

"Come on Husk, you deserve a break!" Angel insisted.

"Yes! Here are the shots!" You laid the three previously poured shots onto the countertop, eagerly watching as Cherri and Angel picked theirs up, waiting for Husk to join them.

The old cat eyed the shot, the red liquid glimmering quite nicely against the bars wood-top, and back the the pair of smiling faces that awaited him "Fuck it, I could use a drink."

When he smiled, you felt it like your own, proudly watching as the unlikely trio threw the drinks back with a hiss.

"So, what'll it be guys?"

Cherri sighed, slinking over the bar with a devilish grin "Hate 'ta hound ya on your first day, but what can you make?"

You shrugged, the confidence of being behind the bar (and the previous drink you had) voiding any concerns or anxieties you would've had. "What kind of drinks were you thinking?"

"More fucking shots bitch!"

You smiled "Dirty hookers, jagerbombs, lemon drop shots. . . maybe a kamikaze?"

"Oh~" Cherri put a hand on her chest, feigning flattery, "Fucking all of 'em! And throw in a few snake bites for me!"

"Just the dirty hookers for me, doll."

The pair of deviants giggled, marveling at the bars newest bartender and talking to each other whilst you familiarized yourself with Husks' bar.

He keeps it well stocked, you thought. Speaking of which. . .

As you rummaged around for the appropriate bottles, you could feel a familiar burning at the back of your neck.

Husk was staring at you.

You blushed, trying not to make eye contact by busying yourself with this new found task. "What's with the face, Whiskers?"

You heard him grunt, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You an alcoholic or something?" he clarified, the sound of him running his empty shot glass against the table lying underneath Cherri and Angel's conversation.

You hummed, not really answering until you had everything set on the bar. Five shot glasses on either side, you took the two bottles in hand flipping them upside down with a smile.

The three watched with amusement as you flipped one bottle high up, counting in your head the number of ounces you were pouring with the other while catching the bottle just in time.

Husks stomach was doing flips, watching on with a mix of anxiety that you'd break something (or god forbid hurt yourself) and the fact that you were actually. . . laughing.

The alcohol in your hands, whiskey, rum, vodka- anything- flying between your hands with the debonaire smile on your face.

Every movement, every flip, every spin. It all looked-

Husk caught himself, throwing his gaze to the side and moping. Trying hard not to think about anything.

"Here you go!" You slid the shots over to the pair, sure that it'd keep them busy for a while. . . or at least a few minutes.

"So what'll it be, boss?" You leaned over the counter, solely focused on him now, with that smug smile on your face. . . or maybe you were still a little tipsy.

"Boss?"

"Sure," you shrugged "Your gonna pay me after right?" You laughed when his face dropped, assuring him it was a joke. "Come on Husk, its time for you to be served for once, what kind of drink do you want?"

He seemed to freeze, the little pieces of fur on the back of his neck standing up like he was full of static. "Anything, I just need a drink," he said honestly.

Back to the same tired Husk, you smiled, chest filled with warmth. He looked, or he seemed. . . well you didn't actually know. Did he like that you were behind the bar?

You grabbed him a bottle of beer, easily wrenching the bottle cap off with the metal opener.

Husk took it into his hands faster than you could set it on the bar, tipping the bottle back so far that the dark green glass shone in the hotels light.

"I guessed you really could've used that drink," you sighed, feeling a little guilty for not doing him this favor sooner.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Angel and Cherri caught on as Husk nursed his bottle to almost empty.

You smiled, albeit a little bittersweetly, and turned back to the bar in order to make him something you figured he'd like to try.

With new found 'confidence', Husk blearily eyed your back, a sinking, fluttery feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Watching you clean the glasses, something he did all the time, it looked. . . magnificent when you did it.

The night continued without a hitch.

You watched from behind the bar as the three laughed. Yes, Husk was laughing, bottle in hand and letting Angel Dust push him around playfully, daring the two of them to come gamble with him sometime.

It filled your heart completely, he looked really good with a smile on his face. . . And every now and then you'd catch him staring at you, almost as if he were proud.

To be fair, the thought almost made you fumble a cocktail you were making for Angel Dust.

"You know, your pretty good at this," he complimented you, in that glorious drunken heaven he was in. The quiet purrs coming from him was enough to convince you of that.

"Here," you offered, sliding a small silver tray with two shots and limes on it his way "on me."

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound as fine as the drinks he served you. "No, I couldn't drink two-"

"This one's for me," you pointed, taking the slim glass between your fingers.

"Drinking on the job is bad luck," he slurred.

"Are you kidding me? This is the best luck I've ever had! Come on," you insisted.

Husk's face, while already burning from the alcohol, was flush with nerves, a little smile on his face from the feeling it gave him. "Thanks."

[fuctacles]

He's so cute when he howls

for @stevieweek Day 5: AU | T | 633 | Steddie | age gap, trans Stevie, mutual pining, concert, idiot4idiot | Eddie ver | Ao3 Stevie Week: Day 1 | Day 2 (art) | Day 3 (art) | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

It was a happy coincidence that Eddie's band was playing on the weekend Robin was visiting, sparing her the awkwardness of going out alone. The Hideout was holding a live music night to celebrate the Spooky season, and the groups of alternative people dressed on par with the theme made her feel out of place even with company.

"You look fine," Robin told her for the tenth time, hanging off her elbow. "Your boy is gonna love it."

"He's not my boy!" Stephanie hisses, looking around as if they could be heard over the commotion inside. 

"Uh-huh." Robin nods along. "Just point me which one is him."

She knows the name of his band - Corroded Coffin - but doesn't know the order of the line-up. She's determined to stay the whole night if needed because she told him she'd see him play if she ever got the chance, if only to prove she's not that old, not too old for a rock concert. 

And to see the hot college student shred on his guitar.

She's wearing a Blondie t-shirt from a couple of years back, and dark jeans. It doesn't stand out, but Robin blends in much better in her borderline punk layers and jewelry. Everyone around them looks more than ready for the Halloween month.

They order their drinks and find a good spot to observe the stage, where a  few people are adjusting the equipment. Someone jumps up on the platform, wild curls flying, and Steph taps Robin's arm.

"That's Eddie."

Robin stares at him without shame, of course, studying his heavy boots, denim vest, and long hair.

"Didn't know you were into the bad boy type," she says, raising her eyebrows. 

"He's not a bad boy," Stephanie protests. "He just... dresses like one."

"Not protesting that you're into him, I see," Robin smirks. 

Stephanie rolls her eyes, looking away from Eddie who's speaking to someone from the staff, one hand draping through his hair and exposing his neck. 

"You wouldn't believe me anyway."

"No I wouldn't," Robin agrees happily.

It turns out that Corroded Coffin is opening, and soon the lights around them dim, focusing on the stage instead. Stephanie is not surprised to see Eddie approach the mic. His energetic persona screams 'frontman'. 

He introduces the band and she's trying to remember the names - Gareth, Jeff, Doug - and then breaks into a howl, with his bandmates joining him close by. 

"It's a full moon tonight. C'mon guys, get wild with us." Eddie grins at the audience. 

She doesn't feel drunk enough to do it but doesn't want to disappoint Eddie, so she throws her head back and joins in as one of the few audience members. Robin looks at her in disbelief but follows suit, giving a loud melodic howl. Show-off.

Eddie looks in their direction, but she's not sure he can even see her under the lights. She didn't tell him she'd be here either, not sure until the last second if she could make it. (If she dared to make it.) The drum sets the beat, the bass joins right after, and the howls become more intent, blending into the opening notes of the song. 

"I'm going to need these howls again for the chorus, okay?" Eddie asks with a smile, starting to play his part. His eyes fleet back to where Stephanie and Robin are standing, and he leans closer to the mic, almost caressing it with his lips. "Thanks, Steph," he croons, before throwing his head back in a loud howl that properly starts off their first song.

Her cheeks grow hot, her knees wobbly, and she has to ignore Robin's pointed gaze for the rest of the song. She's too busy howling with Eddie anyway.

How can he make something so stupid be so cute?

[mysticmellowlove]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRvDLHse/

Saw this today and it has me thinking(more specifically slide 7 and 8)

Business woman x yandere

She has all these ideas for business and charity projects but since she has so many ideas she can find it alittle hard to come up with the driving force for all of them and that’s where yan steps in.

He’ll do anything to impress her so I just imagine his cute little brain coming up with these genius plans of action and showing them to her. I mean he has like 25 step plans and crazy layouts that are beautifully executed to a tea.

He just hope she likes his ideas and when he hands her a blueprint to let’s say some architectural design and she sees how good he did she looks at him and is just like: “Baby you are an absolute GENIUS!” And giving him all the kisses.

He is the muscle force to our desired reality we Stan a creative king 💪

note; honestly give me two people working in harmony! loving this idea of mutual support

warnings; soft hours, subtle yan, fem reader (req), gn reader,

Work has been stressing you out lately. It had all been long hours and hard work, some people would assume that being in the creative field was a piece of cake when in reality it was mentally and socially draining. You had withstood years and years of business deals, negotiations and vigorous planning. Finally, today it had paid off.

You had presented your city plan for the newest district, a mix of walkability and practicality all with green aesthetic surroundings. It had been your dream to change the dreary sight of your home city. You wanted to live here with pride and now... now you had managed to get there. Your childhood vision had been realised and now you were going to see it come true. This was a massive step not only for you but also for the environment. For people...

It was all placated smiles and polite nods until you reached your apartment, the one you would soon be donating because you were moving to the new district. As soon as the door swung shut you couldn't help but squeal in delight. With a rush of energy you launched yourself into your boyfriend's arms and hugged the life out of him.

In your peripheral you could see him grinning as he swung you around joyously. As of a couple years ago he had been by your side, the fuel to your fire. He took care of the technical side of things, planning out deliveries and harder design choices. He scoped streets and plotted roads, chose colours and researched plants. Your eyes slid shut as the first relaxed breath left your mouth and you sunk into him.

"You did it baby." He cooed as he carried you over to the couch. With your head still buried in his neck you shook your head.

"No, we did it." You squeezed your arms around him before letting yourself flop onto the couch. His smile was as bright as the sun as he looked down at you with that cheery look on his face that you loved so much. He was like a real-life golden retriever, always so eager to please and bouncy. He was a great influence actually. On those days where you just wanted to give up and hide away he would always be there to support you.

He hummed as he happily went into the kitchen, his whole body seeming to vibrate with energy. You knew he had been working hard as well, he tried to hide it but not much escaped you. He would work into the night, his computer in front of him as his eyes drooped and his bags darkened. In those moments you knew that he was looking to you for inspiration. When he thought you were sleeping he would whisper about how he would do anything to turn your dream into a reality, how much he wanted you to smile.

He would always kiss you before opening one more city draft, just one more before he would finally give in and sink into your arms. Sometimes you wondered if he knew you were awake in those moments but you also selfishly hoped that you were getting to see a secret side of him. One that you had all for yourself.

"Come on. Wine! We're celebrating." He yipped as he came out of the kitchen, a bottle and two glasses in his hands. You grinned, celebrating with him sounded perfect.

[intrepidacious]

when reality sets back in

summary: You used to dream of marrying James when you were younger. Today, he's come to offer his congratulations.

pairing: james norrington x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst and mutual pining; arranged marriage (but not between reader and james) please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

prompt: 42. a kiss to celebrate an engagement

a/n: before tumblr ate all of ren's asks i remember her sending in this prompt and requesting that it hurt. i don't remember which character it was supposed to be for but i think i accomplished that.

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As soon as you stepped outside and the noise of the banquet hall faded into the background, you felt like you could breathe again.

It was a lovely evening, pleasantly warm for London at this time of year. A soothing breeze caught in the fabric of your skirts and made them billow. You stepped away from the terrace doors, moving into the shadows closer to the balustrade, out of sight of anyone just wandering past.

Leaning against the cool stone, you let out a long sigh.

Ignoring the city’s usual stench, the city was quite beautiful in the light of the setting sun.  The river sparkled in the low light, and lanterns were being lit in the streets below, making them flicker with a warm orangey glow.

"I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen you quite this satisfied."

You’d have flinched had it been any other voice behind you. With this one, though, you smiled. "James."

He looked taken aback for a second when you turned to face him, meeting your eyes for just a moment before lowering his head. "Milady."

Your heart fluttered a little when you laughed, an old familiar reaction. "Really? After all this time, Commodore?"

It was almost hidden in the shadows around his face, but you knew him well enough to tell he was hiding a smile of his own. "It’s only proper we start at some point, don’t you think?"

You hummed noncommittally, taking your time looking at him. It had been so long since you saw him last, and yet you felt like it had been mere moments. "I didn’t know you were back in the country."

"Well, I couldn’t have missed your engagement, now, could I?"

Of course. That was the entire reason for the elaborate feast tonight, after all; you’d finally agreed to the match your parents had been gently pushing you to make for ages.

It wasn’t that your future husband wasn’t a good man. He was gentler than most, tall and handsome, and willing to let you keep a good portion of your independence even in marriage as long as you honoured his name and reputation in public. In time, you were sure you’d grow to love him, even.

You’d live out the rest of your days comfortable and reasonably happy.

Still, your hand wanted to reach towards the man you’d always secretly hoped would ask for it first. Wanted to trace the frown line between his brows, the stubble on his chin he missed while shaving, the sharp line of his jaw. He met your gaze with something unspoken in his eyes, like he could see exactly what it was you were craving.

But James Norrington had never once crossed a line with you like that, and you weren’t about to embarrass yourself with an action as improper as that. You clutched your hands in front of you and turned towards the view once more.

"I suppose not," you said quietly, your smile frozen in place now.

He cleared his throat as he stepped up besides you. "Besides, I’m being summoned to Court."

"Nothing bad, I hope?"

"Don’t worry about me." There was a weary quality to his voice you were unfamiliar with. Perhaps, you thought, it had been too long after all.

"You know me," you said with forced lightness, because for the first time, you thought he might not. "I always do."

James lowered his head again, and you weren’t sure what thoughts clouded his mind too much to register the open concern on your face. For a while, you kept quiet, debating with yourself as to how to take up the conversation again.

In the end, you resigned. "How are things overseas?"

"Interesting."

"I bet," you said, words continuing to fall out of your mouth. "Everything’s always the same here. You must have the most fantastical stories."

"Perhaps." If possible, he seemed even more distant than before.

Look at me, you begged silently, even though you’d long since forsaken any right to his attention.

"Did you bring your fiancée?" you made a desperate last attempt. "You must introduce us."

You’d never met Elizabeth Swann yourself, but all of London’s society was agreed that she was both beautiful and intelligent. Someone with the right qualities, the right social standing for someone like James; someone he’d want to look at constantly.

"Ah," he said, not quite a scoff; a last ebb of emotion. "No fiancée, I’m afraid."

"What happened?"

At last, he turned towards you, looking at you as though he was letting himself see you for the first time. "It emerged that our hearts weren’t quite aligned."

Something panged painfully in your chest at those words, the ring on your finger very sharp and heavy all of a sudden. "I’m terribly sorry."

"Don’t be. It was a nice dream. Besides, today is a day of celebration, isn’t it?" he gave you a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You’d always loved James Norrington’s eyes. When you were younger, you wanted to drown in them every second of every day for the rest of your life. That had been a nice dream, too. But in real life, women like you had to make a strategic match, and your parents would never have let you leave England.

The invisible thing between you seemed to whir as he looked at you, but neither of you dared to speak it into existence, even now. It was too precious to be bound into words.

A chill went through you.

"You’re cold," James remarked, blinking. "I should leave you to return to your betrothed."

The air seemed to grow even colder. "Already?"

"I was only going to call upon you for a short while." He hesitated, then reached out for your hand. "My sincerest congratulations, Mrs Hamilton."

He pressed his lips to your knuckles reverently, holding your gaze while still keeping that damn respectful distance between your bodies. You were frozen to the spot, lost to the depth of his eyes and the things left unsaid.

"Thank you," you whispered when he finally lowered your hand once again, his thumb ghosting across your fingers before he let go and the ice returned to your bones. The chatter returned to the background.

Life went on.

You pressed your lips together as he turned to take his leave, but your heart was still pounding wildly, making you follow him, "James!"

He stopped, and you realised you’d grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, holding onto the thick brocade like you could spin it around your fingers and keep him tethered to you. Your voice was shaking. "Will I see you again?"

For a moment, you dared to hope; to dream again, for a beautiful couple of seconds.

He swallowed, his hands clenching into fists once before letting go.

"Of course, darling."

James Norrington had never lied to you before, and maybe it was because of that you knew he wasn’t telling you the truth this time; only what you desperately wanted to hear.

You let him leave, and that dream of yours cracked more and more with each step he took away from you, leaving reality covered in broken pieces.

He did not turn back.

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[teaberrii]

Chapter 2: Check-In

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Today is the day.

You’re holding your boarding ticket in one hand and pushing your suitcase in the other. As soon as you find a place to sit, your phone buzzes with a call from your mom. You brace yourself, knowing that she’ll be dropping a lot of questions about your breakup. It’s been a week, and you’ve been bombarded with questions and asks from all of your mutual friends. Besides Herta, you haven’t told anyone, so you know it’s your ex who’s been telling all the stories and treating the breakup like celebrity news. You aren’t surprised. While you want to think they’re coming from a good place, you know some of them just want the tea.

Finally, there’s your mom, the person you’ve been afraid of telling. She’s known your ex for as long as you have, and he’s always been good to her. So, of course, you’ve been thinking of how to drop the news, only to call her about it, but didn’t get a response… until now.

“You two broke up?! What happened? Why?”

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” you say calmly. “But… we just don’t work anymore. We’ve grown apart.”

“Did you two talk? He told me he saw you and Herta with men at a bar—”

“Mom,” you interrupt, not meaning to sound as annoyed as you did. “Those men were friends. And, could you cut him off, please?”

“...Have you been okay? Is there something I can do?”

“Everything’s fine, Mom.” A young boy with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail walks towards you. Suddenly, Jing Yuan flashes into your mind. “...I’m okay.”

The young boy smiles, and you think he’s smiling at you, but he’s really smiling at the man sitting behind you.

“Dad!”

Dad? You’re about to turn around when you see a familiar man with long blue hair and red eyes. Wait a minute. Isn’t that…?

Blade sees you, and his surprise disappears as fast as it comes. Just then, the child runs past you and says, “Dad, we brought snacks!”

You turn around, and you almost drop your phone upon seeing Jing Yuan in a casual black shirt and gray pants. He’s also wearing a baseball cap. You’re still staring at him when your mother says your name, snapping you out of your shock. Then, you quickly look off to the side and say, “I’ll call you when I get to Xianzhou.”

Blade walks up just as Jing Yuan takes the snack from his son. “Well,” Blade says, “this is a surprise.”

That’s when it hits you. If Jing Yuan's behind you, does this mean he eavesdropped the entire time? You turn back, not expecting to see him looking at you.

“I went from a criminal to a friend in a week,” he says with a slightly amused look. “How interesting.”

“So, you were eavesdropping,” you say flatly.

“Not purposely.”

Jing Yuan had one leg crossed over the other, his nose in a book. He was about to flip the page when he felt someone sit behind him. When he heard the ringing, he began digging into his bag for his earphones. Then, that was when he heard it.

“I wanted to tell you sooner.”

That voice. It was so familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“But… we just don’t work anymore. We’ve grown apart.”

Jing Yuan looked over his shoulder, and while he couldn’t see your face, he was instantly reminded of the woman who scolded him on the street. Nah… It couldn’t be. Right?

“Mom. Those men were friends. And, could you cut him off, please?”

Jing Yuan leaned forward, just enough to get a peek at your face under the hat you wore. The brief surprise was written all over his face. Then, he quickly leaned upright and heard his son’s voice.

“Dad!”

The boy looks from Jing Yuan to you and back to his father. “...Do you two know each other?”

Blade puts his hands on the child's shoulders just as you look at the young boy. “Us?" you ask. "We—”

“We do, Yanqing,” Jing Yuan interrupts, looking at you. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You almost scoff.

Blade looks down and says, “They’re working on their friendship.” Then, he looks at you. "We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves at the restaurant."

Yanqing looks from his father to you and then innocently says, “I’m Yanqing!” He extends his hand to you. “Nice to meet you!”

While you aren’t a fan of kids, Yanqing is strangely endearing. You take his hand and say your name. Then, just for kicks, you say, “But, let’s keep that between us.”

“Careful, Yanqing,” Jing Yuan says. “She might kidnap you.”

You give him a deadpan look while Jing Yuan returns it with a small smile.

“Kidnap me?” Yanqing asks. “Why would she do that?”

“Good question,” Blade answers. “Maybe it’s to keep you safe from your dad.”

Jing Yuan gives him a deadpan look while Yanqing says, “But, I have two!”

You look from Jing Yuan to Blade and back to Jing Yuan. As if knowing what you’re speculating, Jing Yuan is about to say something, but Blade speaks up instead. “You’re right.” He catches Jing Yuan’s look. “...But, we all know who's your favourite.”

"Probably not Jing Yuan," you say.

"And why's that?" Jing Yuan asks flatly.

You shrug.

"Is this still about that misunderstanding?"

"What misunderstanding?" Yanqing asks.

It takes Blade thirty seconds to explain.

Yanqing laughs. “So… Is that supposed to be good luck or bad luck?” Then, he looks at you. “Auntie, you got the wrong idea!”

Auntie?

Jing Yuan instantly notices how your smile falls after the nickname.

“She really is Dad’s cousin, and she’s always been on the… um…”

“It’s okay to be honest, Yanqing,” Blade says.

“...the childish side!”

You crouch, so you’re at eye-level with Yanqing and put your hands on his shoulders. “...Call me by my name next time, okay?”

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen…”

As the boarding announcement to Xianzhou continues, you stand and put a hand on your suitcase. When it ends, Yanqing looks at you, his eyes shining. “Are you going to Xianzhou, too?”

“That’s right.”

“Guess we’ll be on the same flight for the next two hours,” Blade says.

You feel someone’s hand on yours, and you look down and see Yanqing trying to take a peek at your boarding pass.

“Yanqing,” Jing Yuan says sternly. Before you can say anything, he swiftly picks up his son. “That’s rude. What do you say?”

“I just wanted to know where she was sitting!” Then, he looks at you with a cute, little pout. “Sorry.”

You want to squish his little cheeks, but instead, you say, “16B.”

Yanqing’s eyes widen. “Mystery solved!”

“...What mystery?” 

“We’ve been wondering who’s going to sit next to Dad on the plane.”

You think Yanqing is talking about Jing Yuan, but why is he looking at Blade? This is getting confusing.

“Yanqing’s my son,” Jing Yuan says as if sensing your confusion. “Blade is—”

“My other dad,” Yanqing chimes in.

Jing Yuan sighs. “To clarify, Blade—”

“We would now like to welcome passengers in Zone…”

“We’d better get going,” Blade says.

Jing Yuan gestures for you to go ahead as the line starts moving to board the plane. “After you.” Then, he puts Yanqing down and he follows after you.

“It’s been a while since Yanqing was so friendly with a woman,” Blade says quietly.

“...Yeah. It’s nice to see him smiling again.”

Jing Yuan still remembers the day he explained to Yanqing about shared custody. Yanqing has always been smarter than the kids his age, but Jing Yuan never thought Yanqing would grasp the concept of divorce so fast. And while Jing Yuan met with a couple of female friends during this time, Yanqing has never been this friendly with them.

You push your carry-on in the aisle while on the lookout for your seat. When you finally find it, you easily haul your luggage into the compartment above. When you take your seat, you see Yanqing on his knees and looking at you from behind his seat.

“Yanqing, sit properly,” Jing Yuan says.

“...Hey.” Jing Yuan turns to Blade. “Switch places with me.”

“...Why?”

Blade slightly smiles. “Because I want to sit with my son.” Jing Yuan almost rolls his eyes. He glances at you and sees you pull out a detective novel. “Just do it.”

You feel the seat next to you shift due to a sudden weight. You instinctively turn but frown when you see Jing Yuan beside you.

“...What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” Jing Yuan deadpans. “Did you want to sit with Blade?”

“If I’m being honest, I’d rather sit with Yanqing.”

“Oh, is that so? You’d rather be next to a kid on a plane, sweetheart?”

“...What did you just call me?”

Jing Yuan awkwardly clears his throat and looks ahead. “...Sorry. Force of habit.”

You lightly scoff and turn back to your book just as the plane begins taking off.

An hour into the flight, you casually flip the page and put your elbow on the middle armrest where it bumps into Jing Yuan’s arm. You turn as does he, and that’s when you see him playing chess on a tablet.

“...You play chess?”

“Are you going to judge me about that, too?” he casually jokes.

You lean over. “I’ve wanted to learn.”

“Is that so?”

You glance up. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“...I can teach you, but for a price.”

“Wait. How do I even know you’re any good?”

His little, confident smile is quite attractive.

Jing Yuan slightly leans closer, and you get a whiff of his cologne. “Should I prove it to you?”

“Ooh, you’re right, Dad. They do get along well.”

You and Jing Yuan turn and see Yanqing peeking through the space between the seats.

“Let’s not bother them, Yanqing,” Blade says. “Privacy is important, after all.”

You look at Jing Yuan’s tablet and give him a small nudge. “Hey, it’s your move.”

But Jing Yuan doesn’t rush. When he does make his move, he asks, “...May I ask why you’re going to Xianzhou? For vacation?”

“For work.”

“Work? What do you do?”

You lean back in your seat. “Are we playing twenty questions now?” You look at the virtual chessboard. “Or… Am I giving you too much pressure?”

“You could certainly try, sweet—” Jing Yuan catches himself and looks back at the board to make his move.

“I work as a market researcher for a hotel company.” After Jing Yuan makes his move, he looks at you just as you ask, “Why are you going to Xianzhou?” You nod toward the seats in front. “Family vacation?”

“I run a business there.”

“You do?”

“Again, is that so surprising?”

“You don’t seem like the type.”

Jing Yuan quietly scoffs. “Very judgmental, aren’t we, Corporal?”

You slowly clap. “Very creative… General.” Then, you tap his tablet. “Your move.”

Jing Yuan slightly shakes his head with a smile and looks down. After making his move, he asks, “You said you work for a hotel company… Which one?”

“Star Rails Hotel.”

“...That’s a luxury hotel.”

“It very much is.” You chuckle. “What? Are you going to say I don’t look like someone who’d work there?”

“Employees make a company,” Jing Yuan answers. “They’ve been doing well, so I’ve heard. Guess you’re one of the reasons for their success.”

Well, that’s a compliment you aren’t expecting.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you finally say.

“Was I going somewhere?” Jing Yuan casually asks. “Oh, or are you one of those people who can’t take a compliment?”

You glare at him and he cheekily smiles back. Then, he makes his move.

“How long have you and Blade been looking after Yanqing?”

Finally, Jing Yuan has a chance to explain. But just as he’s about to speak, the plane suddenly rocks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing some turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”

When it gets worse, you instinctively grab his wrist. Jing Yuan puts his tablet on his lap and shifts a little closer to you. Then, when it passes, you awkwardly let go and put your hands on your lap.

Jing Yuan suddenly remembers that night at the restaurant. If the conversation he overheard is anything to go by, you likely broke up with your boyfriend. And it probably happened the night he saw you in the taxi.

“...Was everything okay that night?” Jing Yuan quietly asks without looking at you.

“That night…?” You sigh softly. “Ah… You mean after I left the restaurant?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Well, duh,” you say, trying to lighten up the situation. “Did you think I’d answer if I didn’t want to?”

Jing Yuan shrugs. “Just accept my politeness.”

“Right.” Then, jokingly, “I don’t think it comes that often.”

“Hilarious.”

“...We broke up that night.” Jing Yuan turns to you as you say, “A long overdue decision, but better late than never.”

“...Should I congratulate you then?”

You turn to him, and it’s the first time he sees you genuinely smile. “You should.”

Then, he quietly claps. “Congratulations. You’re finally free.”

You dip your head as if bowing. “And freedom has never felt so good.”

After listening to the announcement that the plane will be landing soon, Jing Yuan asks, “Where are you staying?”

You’re putting away your book as you say, “The Knights Bed and Breakfast.”

“...Really? You don’t say?”

You sit back upright on your seat. “You must’ve heard about it.”

“That I have.”

“What do you know about it?”

“Are you using me for research?”

You shrug.

“It’s a nice place but like with any business, there are areas of improvement.”

The announcement asking for passengers to return to their seats comes on just as you say, “Keeping it vague, huh?”

“You’re already going to get first-hand experience.” Then, with a mischievous look, he says, “I’d be curious to hear what you have to say about them.”

You raise a brow. “Why?”

“Dad’s asking for your number.”

You face forward and see Yanqing peeking between the seats. Before you can say anything, he quickly looks back as a flight attendant walks down the aisle.

Jing Yuan isn’t expecting Yanqing to be so blunt. Is this going to be awkward now?

“Then, are you going to teach me chess?”

“I thought you doubted my skills.”

“I thought you were confident.”

Jing Yuan holds up the tablet just as the plane lands. And, on the screen, it clearly says: YOU WIN!

You chuckle. “It’s probably rigged.”

He holds out his hand as if expecting something. “Where’s your evidence?”

“...Fine. You win this round.”

“Does this mean there’ll be another?”

You lightly scoff and turn to look out the window where you see the beautiful silhouettes of the mountains.

Once you’re off the plane, you’re walking along with everyone else to go through the usual airport procedures. Jing Yuan, Yanqing, and Blade are walking a short distance behind you.

“She’s staying at the B&B?” Blade asks.

“Ooh. That means we’ll get to see her every day,” Yanqing says.

Jing Yuan puts his hand on his son’s shoulder, stopping him from running off to tell you the exciting news. “That’s right. But, let’s make that a surprise.”

Once you have all of your belongings, you head toward the taxi waiting area with a bunch of other people. Except, Jing Yuan, Blade, or Yanqing are nowhere to be found. A taxi drives up, and you shake the thought of them away and haul your things into the trunk.

As the taxi weaves through the open roads of the island, you roll down the window. You hear the excited cheers of a beach volleyball game on the beach and feel the refreshing ocean air on your face. Somehow, your heart feels lighter.

“First time here?”

The driver is looking at you from the rearview mirror. You roll up the window and say, “Yeah.”

“Well, you won’t be disappointed. You’re stayin’ at a good place.”

“Is The Knights B&B that popular?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Even us locals love stayin’ there from time to time.”

“I’ve heard great things about it online. But, it’s my first time hearing that locals love it, too.”

“The owner’s a great guy,” the driver says. “He was born and raised here until he left for the city.”

“Well, they say home is where the heart is.”

The driver laughs. “Very true.”

The taxi pulls up to a villa made out of stone. The architecture reminds you of something out of medieval times. Very fitting. The small garden in front is well maintained with a grass sculpture of a cute rabbit with large eyes wearing a conductor’s outfit. Must be their mascot.

You thank the driver, pay the fee, and step out of the car. He helps you with your belongings and once he drives off, you head into the villa.

A soft bell chimes when you step in. You immediately smell a fragrance that reminds you of sweet tobacco and leather. A fireplace is off to one side, and you hear the fire crackling. A small group of people are sitting on the vintage sofas, enjoying their tea on the matching table.

“Say cheese!” A young woman with light pink hair and pink and blue eyes holds up a Polaroid camera and snaps a photo of her friends sitting across from her. “...Dan Heng! Would it kill you to smile?”

You walk up to the counter, and a tall man with combed-back black hair and large blue eyes suddenly appears from underneath.

“Phew! That should do it!” When he sees you, you gasp. “Oh, hello! Did I keep you waiting? I apologize.”

He oddly reminds you of the rabbit outside.

“No worries. I just got here,” you say.

“Could I get your name?”

After giving it to him, you wait as he types away on the computer. Then, he smiles at you. “Congratulations! You were the visitor to book our last room!”

“Uh, great! Does that… mean anything?”

“We’ve prepared a special gift basket in the villa you’ll be staying! You’ll also receive some special benefits which include—”

The bell chimes, and then you hear a familiar voice.

“Hi, Pom!”

Wait a minute.

You turn around and almost drop your phone. You’re still at a loss for words just as Pom says, “Yanqing! Blade!” Then, standing straighter than before, he gives a salute. “Boss! Welcome home!”

Boss? Who—

“How were things while I was out?” Jing Yuan asks, walking up beside you.

“Good.” Then, Pom gestures to you. “Meet the winner of our exclusive benefits!”

Jing Yuan finally looks at you. “Congratulations.”

Finally, you blurt, “You’re the owner?”

“Guess I don’t look like it, huh?”

“...Um, do you two know each other?” Pom asks, looking from you to Jing Yuan and back to you.

"Yes," Jing Yuan answers.

You groan quietly.

Then, you hear Yanqing whisper to Blade, “Does this mean they're officially friends?”

You glance at Jing Yuan who looks as if he knows what you’re thinking. You almost want to sigh. What a great way to start your investigation.

Pom looks from you to Jing Yuan and back to you. When no one says anything, he grabs the keys to your cabin.

“Don’t hesitate to let Dad know if you need anything!”

You force a little smile at Yanqing and nod. Then, you take the keys and a map from Pom and head out.

“She was really surprised!” Yanqing says after you walk out.

“The look on her face was priceless, I have to admit,” Blade says.

“Am I the only one who’s lost?” Pom asks. “Who is she, really?”

“A friend!”

“A woman we met in the city.”

But it’s Jing Yuan who says, “She’s just another guest.”

“...So he says,” Yanqing whispers to Blade.

“I heard that,” Jing Yuan says without looking at his son.

You’re walking towards your cabin as you contemplate what you’re going to do next. Jing Yuan, the unexpected owner of the most popular B&B in Xianzhou knows you’re here for work. But, while he doesn’t know exactly what, it won’t take long to figure out. By the time you reach your fairytale-themed cabin, you decide to forget about it. You’re here for a job, and no matter what, you’ll push through all obstacles. Even if one of those obstacles is a handsome man who looks like he can toss you like a sack of potatoes.

You enter the cabin and your jaw instantly drops. The entire cabin is brightly lit with natural lighting. The furniture’s vintage design and matching colours are reminiscent of the ones you saw at the main cabin. It’s spacious, and the chandeliers remind you of something from a princess movie. You close the door behind you and see a large ornate mirror on the adjacent wall. Upon heading into the living room, there’s a large welcome basket with your name in cursive on a white envelope. Inside is an eloquent welcome message signed by Jing Yuan.

As you go through the gift basket, you’re pleasantly or… unpleasantly surprised that the soaps, beach supplies, towels, and even some basic hiking gear, are of great quality. You note the practicality of the gifts, something that even big hotels overlook.

Then, you hear a knock at the door. Leaving your belongings in the living room, you open the door, surprised to see Jing Yuan.

“I hope everything has been to your liking so far."

“If I’m being honest, I can see why this place is so popular.”

A small chuckle. Then, he says, “I know you’re here for work, but Yanqing’s been bothering me to ask you if you want to have dinner with us.” That’s when you see Yanqing and Blade standing a short distance away. "He specifically told me to tell you it'll be my treat. Pom will also be there. The man who served you at the counter.”

“I’ll come,” you say, “but I’ll pay for myself.”

“Fair.” Then, with a kind smile, he says, “See you tonight then, Corporal.”

“Really? You’re sticking with that lame nickname?”

“Would you rather I call you Auntie?”

You frown. “Not funny… General.”

Then, just before you close the door, he says, “...By the way, if you need anything, just call me.”

“There’s that kind of service here?”

"Guess you need to do a little more research."

Before closing the door, you see Jing Yuan give a thumbs up to Yanqing who waves at you with both hands. You wave back, also acknowledging Blade beside him. Then, you watch Yanqing walk between the men with one hand in Jing Yuan’s and the other in Blade’s.

Maybe Jing Yuan isn’t so bad after all.

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[austinslounge]

The PR anon is back.

It genuinely hurts me that some people are so weirded out by Kaia’s nonsense, that they consider leaving the fandom. It’s totally understandable, because it’s seems like Kaia and the shippers are doing everything to spoil anything related to Austin. I actually considered leaving the fandom too not so long ago, at least until Kaia disappears, because the shippers are unbearable. I never used X because of them, they just turned almost every Austin blog into a hellhole. I used to follow Austin’s community on Reddit, but it looks like the shippers have invaded it too. The worst thing is that there are people that don’t like Kaia, but they never write comments, because they get bullied and attacked all the time. Tumblr is a breath of fresh air, honestly. Before I got here, I thought that I was just gaslighting myself and seeing things that weren’t there, because everything about Kaustin is ”totally fine”.

As Austin finishes filming, I can see a lot of people getting anxious about what will happen. I want to say, no matter what happens in the upcoming weeks, Kaustin will end, rest assured. Don’t worry, don’t think about it that much. Austin is a wonderful actor and human being, he will be happy again one day. Don’t listen to anything the shippers say, because they are insane. I think we all should takes notes from Lindsay(lindszeppelin), she is amazing, I wish I had her confidence in the fact that Kaustin is a big scam. I recommend everyone to read her blog, it can actually calm your nerves.

So yeah, if you look at other celebrity couples, you can see that couples that actually last are the minority. Kaustin is not a genuine relationship, no matter what it is, how many pap walks we will have to endure, there is no love in there. If they appear together again soon, just think of it as Austin simply helping a poor nepo baby promote her stuff out of the goodness of his heart(it’s basically what this relationship is, no love, just mutual benefits and promotion). Chances are high that it is just a simple showmance, but even if it is not, this relationship is dead.

Just imagine how fun it will be in the future, when they finally break up, we will look back and laugh at all of this nonsense.

Everything that is happening with Kaustin now has its advantages. It is fun to peak up on all these details and Austin’s constant shade towards Kaia. We are living in the Scooby Doo episode right now.

Austin is amazing, Kaia is not worth abandoning him. She is basically a nobody. We are giving her too much attention, than she actually deserves.

Don’t panic guys, it will end❤️‍🩹

Agree with everything you stated here PR Anon! 😊

I agree. It hurts my heart that some have felt like leaving Austin's fandom due to the Gerber Baby and the shipping nonsense, but I can't force people to stay if they don't want to. People have to do what's right for them.

I do feel that many of us felt gaslit in this fandom in the beginning. It wasn't until I was around other like-minded people that I found online that I realized that we all weren't just imagining things.

Oh, and I totally agree with you about Austin reddit. Ugh 😫 Many fans have been silenced over there. It was unbearable.

As Austin finishes filming, I can see a lot of people getting anxious about what will happen. I want to say, no matter what happens in the upcoming weeks, Kaustin will end, rest assured. Don’t worry, don’t think about it that much.

They most definitely will girl. That's pretty obvious. I actually feel that the less fans pay attention to her, the less frustrated they will be in Austin's fandom.

Austin is a wonderful actor and human being, he will be happy again one day. Don’t listen to anything the shippers say, because they are insane. I think we all should takes notes from Lindsay(lindszeppelin), she is amazing, I wish I had her confidence in the fact that Kaustin is a big scam. I recommend everyone to read her blog, it can actually calm your nerves.

Totally agree! She's always been a champion of the non-shipping side of the fandom, and I always admire those who can be so confident in their convictions, because even I get anxious at times and feel like I can't see an end in sight lol. So it's great that there are blogs out there that help to keep the fandom calm and talk them down from the ledge lol. 😅 We all need it from time to time lol.

Austin is amazing, Kaia is not worth abandoning him. She is basically a nobody. We are giving her too much attention, than she actually deserves.

💯

Let's stop giving this Gerber Baby more power than she deserves. We are fans of Austin. She is a non-factor in the long run.

😅

[girl-next-door-writes]

How Can We Say Forever

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: There is a fine line between the fantasy and the reality. So when that line is crossed, Armitage does what he feels is necessary to survive.

Word Count: 1097 words

Prompt: Angst. Mutual pining. Everyone knows but them. A kiss without thinking. Help fixing clothes.

A/N: @morby requested a touch of angst for my favourite general as part of my follower milestone celebration, and so here it is.

It had been the right thing to do. Obviously it was the correct decision, so why did he have to spend so much time telling himself that? Strategically, it made sense for you to take a squadron and set up a base in the abandoned Rebel camp, find out as much as you could about the area. Professionally, it made sense for you to gain this promotion of sorts. Personally… well.

If asked, Armitage could tell someone how long, to the very minute, it had been since you had left his side. Like a slow drip in the back of his mind, his body tracked the loss, stealing him of sleep and what little appetite he had. Countless times, he turned a corner and believed, for a fraction of a second, that he caught a glimpse of you. There were moments he thought he caught the scent of your shampoo. The whole situation was slowly driving him insane. Your absence was more of a distraction than your presence had ever been.

“General Hux.” Your voice cut through his thoughts. Even the grainy hologram of you didn’t ease the deep ache within him. These update reports had started as the highlights of his week, but now they were just a reminder of the distance between you.

His image appeared before you, causing your heart to race. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping, exhaustion etched on his features, and you felt a pang of concern. What you would give to be there to take on some of his burdens, to lighten his load. Then again, that was the problem was it not? You had got too close and now you were banished from his presence.

It had started out as little things, helping with paperwork, bringing him an extra caff on your way past the bridge when he was on shift. At first, he seemed surprised by your gestures, then intrigued. The line between you grew blurred and you had taken for granted all the little smirks and knowing looks he sent your way, thinking this was how it would always be, you and your General.

Of course, this behaviour did not go unnoticed by others. Phasma would roll her eyes affectionately whenever she saw you approaching her and Hux, knowing that she had lost his attention completely as soon as he spotted you. Kylo had publicly berated you for a mistake which was not your fault, and paused mid-sentence when he felt the heat of Armitage’s anger pulsing through him. Ren turned to look at the General who was trying so hard to conceal his emotions, knowing protecting you would only lead to ruin. Several underlings on the base had figured out that, if they had to take bad news to their General, then the best time would be when you were there, somehow you always lessened the blow.

This budding, whatever it was, was clear to see by everyone who saw the two of you together and yet, if asked, you both would insist it was a professional respect and nothing more. That was until the incident.

Standing in his office, Armitage frowned as he went over his notes for his latest address. The fine balance between inspiration and lecturing he usually excelled at felt a little forced this time.

“I just don’t think it is stirring enough.” He grumbled as you took the notes from him and cast your eye over them.

“I think, there are troops who would feel inspired by you even if you read them the instruction manual for refresher installation. It is just as much about how you say it as it is what you say.” You place the notes on the desk and smooth down the lapels of his coat, picking off an errant piece of lint that had dared defile his ensemble.

As your fingers worked over the cloth, Armitage felt as if time had slowed. Holding his breath, his eyes took in every detail of your face, savoring the proximity. There was something about having you this close that made his brain glitch. He felt heat rising up the back of his neck and just prayed you wouldn’t notice the panicked look in his eyes. The desire to say something witty, to make you smile, or even laugh, was overwhelming and left him speechless.

“There. Perfectly presentable.” You hummed, looking up from the coat with a soft smile. “Go inspire the masses, Sir.”

And that was when it happened. That was the moment that changed everything. Without a thought, you had leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek as if it were the most natural thing for you to do.

On the loneliest of nights, when he lay in the dark of his bedroom, Armitage closed his eyes and would swear he could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your lips, the stain of your kiss forever imprinted upon his soul.

Armitage stiffened at the contact, bringing you back to your senses and you hurriedly pulled away, eyes wide with panic.

“Sir, I-“ whatever you had been about to say, whatever apology that might have fallen from your lips was interrupted by a trooper informing the General that he was required urgently. And so, he had left. He left you standing there in his office wondering how badly you had damaged your relationship.

Armitage had been a coward, he knew that. After going out of his way to avoid you, he had happened upon this advancement for your career. He knew you sort him out when you received your new orders, Phasma had told him as much, but he couldn’t bring himself to see you. If you were physically in his presence then either you would apologise and he would see how much you wished to take back that moment, a moment that had become the most precious to him, OR he would take back this promotion because the reality of never seeing you again would break his heart.

The latter was not an option. You had to go. Somehow, you had become his weakness and as soon as that was discovered then he was done for. There was no room in the First Order for ‘happy ever after’, no space for ‘forever’. He didn’t deserve that kind of life and a romantic entanglement would only prevent him from focusing on his long term goals. It was the right thing to do. Strategically, professionally, it was the right decision. So why did he feel that he was simply sitting here, waiting for you?

[maivolpe]

hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸

thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k

tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.

exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.

he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.

"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."

"watch your six, good."

and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.

as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.

"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."

and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.

"would it be so bad?"

recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.

ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.

well, maybe you'd get something to drink.

the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.

“i feel so stupid, sam.”

“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.

“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”

you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”

“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”

“ew, sam.”

bucky, in the meantime, was livid.

he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.

the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.

he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?

“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.

across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.

“sam, i- i need some air.”

he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.

you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?

you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.

you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.

the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.

“are you… crying?”

“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.

"okay."

bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.

there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.

"i was wrong," he whispered.

"what?"

“i said, i was wrong."

it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.

"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."

"but i do want you."

a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.

"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."

he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.

"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."

you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.

he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."

you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”

“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”

you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"

"maybe," he said sheepishly.

“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”

his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"

you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."

"well, c'mere then."

he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.

“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.

he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.

he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.

“that felt really good.”

and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.

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ko-fi ♡

[navstuffs]

The Lutenist and the Assassin

Pairing: Ac2!Ezio x GNMusician!Reader

Summary: Ezio hates all lute players, except for one named Petirosso.

Warnings: FLUFF, non-canon compliance, reader's nickname is pettirosso which means robin (yeap, the bird), lutenist!reader, swearing, no physical description/gender of reader, no y/n, mutual!pining, translations at the end (and as always if you see any mistake, please let me know)

Author's Notes: hiiii! in celebration of my birthday and ezio's coming soon (yeah, we both cancer), i have decided to let out some fanfics for him i had in my drafts for a while. this idea came to me on a whim, cause imagine how funny would be if he had fallen in love with a good luter player lol anyway, enjoy your reading! @cerezzzita here it is friend!!

my ezio's masterlist

Ezio Auditore is on top of the buildings of Piazza San Marcos, observing the Pazzalo Ducale. He had been studying the best way to infiltrate the palace for a while. When he finally comes down to Piazza San Marcos, he notices a small circle in the middle of the Piazza and the distant sound of a melody.

Ezio is immediately taken by surprise. All the musicians he had heard so far were horrible, to say the least, and no one liked them, especially him. Curious, he makes his way into the small group.

In the middle, a beautiful minstrel plays a sad song. You don't sing, too focused on playing the lute, and ultimately lost in your world. Ezio watches, astonished, as the rest of the others. You have a certain melancholy in how you played, Ezio presumes for a lost love.

You continue playing for around twenty minutes, and the circles gets bigger. Ezio observes you, amazed, as your fingers pluck the strings with mastery. You probably have been playing for years. It is captivating to watch, and Ezio doesn't know how long he has been standing there, too concentrated on you.

When you finish, most people applaud, waking Ezio from his trance. You glance around, surprised by how many people you attracted. You thank them, bowing. Some are dressed in very fancy clothes. You start collecting the florins, your bag filling up when a hooded man with white robes walks toward you and gives you some coins. You bow respectfully.

"Grazie mille, Signore." 

"Never had I thought I would hear someone who can actually play in this town," Ezio says, and you smile, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Grazie for your kind words, but I still have much to improve, Signore."

"And still so modest."

You glance at the man before you, remembering his face from the posters across Venezia. Fifty thousand florins on this man, dead or live. You analyze him, from his boots to his fancy robes, and you stop by his charming smile, a scar on his lip. 

"Mi chiamo Ezio. I tu?"

"I don't know if I should be giving my name to a searched man with his face all over posters in town," You answer, and Ezio's smile widens.

"That would be wise of you."

"But you can call me Pettirosso."

"A fitting name," Ezio answers, a flirtatious smile in your direction.

-x-

The next time you meet Ezio again is late at night. A large group is watching you, which is not unusual now. Your popularity had grown exponentially. The talk in Venezia is where the Pettirosso would be playing next or if you were ever going to sing. 

You look everywhere as you are playing, especially if a certain white robe-hooded man will appear. It had been a few weeks since you met him, and Ezio had vanished in the middle of the people before you could say goodbye.

After five songs, you finished for the night, receiving a lot of claps. You bow down respectfully; some people have now started giving you small bags of money. After saying goodnight, you decided to go straight to your rented place. You always tried to make different ways to ensure no one followed you.

Two streets down from your place, you feel someone bump into you. The man seems to apologize and rapidly moves away. When you take your hand into your waist, your whole money is gone. You scream "Thief!" and run after him. People move out of your way as you yell behind the man so he can stop. He realizes he is being followed and runs into a dark alley, and you follow behind him. 

It is a dead alley. You look left and right, and the thief has disappeared. You hear a noise up your head and looking up, you notice the thief on top of the roof. He seems to wave before he disappears.

"Cazzo!" You exclaim, hitting a wall nearby. You were too focused on your music to notice him while playing earlier. Now that you started saving, so you can get a better lute.

You hear a struggle atop the building, a man's voice pleading for his life and fast steps away from you. You look up, trying to observe anything, when a white mass falls behind you. You scream, jumping away, your back against the wall. It is Ezio. And he is holding all your money.

"I believe this is all yours, Petirosso." Ezio has a playful smile on his lips. You gulp, looking from where he had fallen, wondering why he didn't break his legs.

Strangely, you feel no reason to be scared as you walk up to grab the money from his hands, your hands touching. He doesn't look like the scary Assassino everyone in town makes him.

"Grazie, Messere."

Ezioo mutters "It was nothing", as you hide the bag inside your shirt this time. You feel Ezio's eye linger when your skin is exposed, but he doesn't say anything.

"He has been observing you for a while. That thief. I made sure he won't bother you anymore."

"Oh? How do you know that?"

Ezio seems to have been caught. He seems to ponder for a moment before he says slowly.

"I have been listening to you play. It is not hard to miss, since you are the best one in this city. I noticed him a couple of nights and followed him to ensure he didn't go after you. I think tonight was the night he decided to strike."

"Oh."

Ezio has been listening to you play. That's why sometimes you see an extra bag of money near your things after you gather the money from the public. But a sudden thought occurs to you.

"Have you been following me?"

"No! I just followed the thief, that is all. That hasn't been the first one as well," Ezio admits. 

Not the first one? Merda. You bite your lips, bad thoughts crossing your mind. It may be time to leave Venezia. Maybe Rome? You hear Ezio clear his throat, and you hold into the strap of your lute.

"Messere Auditore, I am in debt with you. I thank you so much for what you did. Anything you need, you can ask."

"Anything?" Ezio's tone of voice and stare almost make you regret your proposal. Almost.

"Si. Anything. I am a lutenist of my word." You sustain his stare, holding into the strap of your lute. Maybe, you shouldn't have said.

"Be my Petirosso."

"...che?"

"Come to Monteriggioni. I will ensure your safety and pay you to sing." 

You stop, checking if Ezio is being serious or not. Monteriggioni? You have heard being a small village. Getting paid to sing? It sounds like a dream, but you shake your head, thanking him.

"Grazie, but I don't think I am ready to settle just yet."

Ezio seems to nod in understanding. 

"I could make sure no one follows you. No one would steal from you if they heard you are under my protection."

"And how much would that cost me exactly?"

Ezio opens a smile before he answers.

"Solo il suono della tua voce, Petirrosso."

You think for a moment before you pull your hand to Ezio, and he gives you a bright smile, shaking it back.

-x-

You don't immediately start singing, and Ezio doesn't pressure you to which you are grateful. You notice his presence more now, for some reason, squatting down on rooftops, staring right at you. He doesn't come to talk to you when you end it, which you understand since he is a wanted man, but you can feel him following you as you get home. It makes you anxious, which, in consequence, causes you to mess up some notes in your lute. People don't notice, but you do. 

And you promised Ezio you would sing, which you don't think you can. Although you call yourself Pettirosso, you aren't the best of singers. You even attempted in the past, opening your mouth as people gasped, surprised, but no sound came out of your throat, so you ended your show earlier. You never thought you could, your voice sounding too lousy to your ears.

But you promised, and a promise is a promise. And deep down, you want to please Ezio.

You decide to resume slowly, not in public, obviously. It is a rainy afternoon, your window is open, and you have the lute in your hands. You can hear the conversations downstairs, and you close your eyes imagining yourself surrounded by people, Ezio in front of them, his eyes burning into your skin, waiting.

Your voice comes out barely a whisper at first to follow the sound of your instrument, and slowly but surely, you start getting confident, singing a little louder. Imagining how proud and stunned Ezio would look as you finally sing.

Out of your line of vision, on top of your window, Ezio has his eyes closed. He has been listening to you secretly for a while, but when your voice starts coming out in tune with your lute, Ezio flushes his eyes open as if he can hear it better.

He gets up from his squatting position, his heart beating fast against his chest as you continue. Ezio has heard the "Voice of Angel" before, but now he clearly knows what it means. A chill goes down his body as Ezio understands nothing else can sound as angelical in this world except you.

You seem to stop after a while, the sound of your lute dying down, and he wants nothing more than to go down there and hold your face in his hands and simply kiss you.

But he has to wait. He can't risk his Pettirosso to fly away. When you close your window, Ezio whispers to the night.

"Buona notte, Pettirrosso."

"Grazie mille, Signore."  = Thank you very much, Sir.

Mi chiamo Ezio. I tu? = My name is Ezio. Yours?

Cazzo= Fuck

"Solo il suono della tua voce, Petirrosso." = Just the sound of your voice, Robin.

"Buona notte, Pettirrosso." = Goodnight, Robin.

[sainzfilm]

🎄⛄️❄️ the set up - alex albon 🎄⛄️❄️

summary: what could have been a better combination than your friends trying to set up a mistletoe during your christmas party and your crush being invited at the same event?

taglist: @svechyaho @squderia @idkiwantchocolatee @koufaxx @melonunicornbby @myescapefromthislife @slut-era @estevries @dan3avocado @sidcrosbyspuck @barzysreputation @verclercswiftie @mick2mercedes

check out my winter wonderland celebration!

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As the doorbell rang, you excitedly hurried down the stairs and checked yourself in the mirror one last time before opening the door to welcome your friends.

“My beloved losers,” You smiled, opening the door wider for them, “So glad you could make it!”

Carlos grinned, taking his coat off and hanging it on the rack with Isa following behind him, “How could we ever miss your party?”

“Great way to destress too,” Daniel chimed in, patting you on the back, “I brought a friend named Johnnie Walker!”

“I already prepared the guest room for anyone who’s going to get knocked out,” You laughed, “Lando didn’t ride with you?”

Upon mentioning his name, Lando pulled his car up on the driveway, peeping his head out from the window and hollered, “Let’s get this party started!”

“Oh Jesus, I bet he’s going to get drunk first,” You laughed, leaning against the doorframe, “Hurry up, Mr. Norris!”

If it was physically possible for your heart to drop to your stomach, it would’ve happened as soon as you saw Alex step out of the passenger seat with a smile on his face upon seeing you.

Lando immediately ran out of the car to catch up with Daniel inside, leaving a sheepish Alex walking up the porch with his hands inside his pockets, “Thanks for the invite, Y/N.”

“Don’t mention it, c’mon in,” You smiled softly, closing the door as he entered your house, “It’s nice that everyone’s complete for this year.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me for missing out on last year?” He chuckled, trailing behind you to the living room, “I got my appendicitis surgery!”

Daniel smirked upon seeing the sight of the two of you, smiling like idiots in love. In fact, you were idiots in love – both of you were as naive as a child, not knowing that the things were mutual between you two.

“All of you know my house as well as your own, so just feel at home,” You laughed, grabbing a glass of wine and sitting next to Isa, “How’d you get him to wear an ugly Christmas sweater?”

“I told him I’d hide his golf clubs,” Isa grinned, nudging your shoulder softly, “And you? How do you feel about Alex being here?”

Choking on your wine, you coughed and shook your head, “Wonderful. He’s a great friend.”

Daniel poked his head in between the two of you, rolling his eyes playfully and turning to Isa, “She’s a liar, she’s in love with him.”

“Great confirmation!” Isa clapped her hands, setting her glass on the table, “What’s a better time to confess than today?”

“What are you three talking about?” Carlos and Charles chimed in, the latter taking his seat next to you, “Is this an operation Alex and Y/N?”

Groaning, you covered your face and shook your head as you stood up, “I will pretend that I simply do not know you all.”

“Sure, Y/N. You love us,” Daniel smiled mischievously, raising his glass to you, “I’m sure you’ll thank us one day.”

Flipping the Australian off, you headed off to the kitchen to grab some pastries that you left in the oven until a certain someone followed after.

“Uh, Carlos told me you needed help?” Alex chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “With the pastries?”

With your back turned to Alex, you clicked your tongue softly and made a mental note to smack the back of the Spaniard’s head later, “I’m good, don’t worry!”

“So, what’d you bake for us?” He said, casually trying to lengthen your conversation, “I’ve been craving for sweets lately.”

Setting down the tray on the table, you turned to smile at him and replied, “Just plain old festive cupcakes with my special icing.”

“Sounds scrumptious, I want one,” Alex grinned, reaching over to steal a cupcake before having his hand slapped away, “Ow! Y/N, that hurts!”

“Patience is so not in your vocabulary,” You laughed, placing the cupcakes on a plate, “We have to be fair.”

Alex frowned, resting his chin on the palms of his hands and looked at you, “I’m your favorite, aren’t I? Just one cupcake?”

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you ignored it and rolled your eyes playfully and handed the plate over to him, “Carry it to the table then you can have one.”

As a grinning Alex took the plate from you and walked back to the living room, Carlos gasped and pointed at the ceiling, “Look, you guys! A mistletoe!”

You frowned in confusion, stopping in your tracks and looking up at the ceiling, “What mistletoe? I didn’t pu- oh. That wasn’t there earlier.”

“Well, it’s there now!” George grinned, leaning back against the sofa, “Traditions gotta stay as traditions.”

Chuckling nervously, you shook your head and made a beeline to sit beside Isa and leaving a confused Alex standing under it all alone.

“What are you doing?” Isa whispered to you, taking a bite off a cookie, “Daniel and Carlos set it all up!”

You sighed, leaning your head back on the sofa, “Isa, first of all, I’m not forcing a man to do that.”

“As your best friend, I am tired of you complaining you want a love life,” Isa said, putting her hands on your shoulders, “Yet you don’t do anything about it.”

Alex exhaled, sitting down beside you and eating his cupcake, “Great cupcake.”

Carlos looked at you, making sure to make his eyes wider and mouthing, “You idiot, he’s making a move.”

“Of course it is, I baked it,” You forced a smile and turned back to Carlos to mouth and pretend your hand was a knife and sliding it against your throat, “I’ll kill you.”

Lando shivered and called out, closing the door behind him, “Hey, Y/N, you’ve got some mail in your mailbox! I don’t know the passcode so I couldn’t get it.”

Charles scoffed, sipping his wine, “How could you not know her passcode? Everyone knows it.”

“He’s got short-term memory loss,” George teased, earning a punch from Lando, “It’s true! Everyone does!”

“I’m friends with a bunch of children,” You mumbled, getting up and grabbing your coat, “Please don’t burn the house down in the 4 minutes that I’ll be gone.”

Daniel nodded with a salute, making sure to wink at you, “You got it, ma’am.”

Pulling your beanie down on your head, you walked down the porch careful not to slip on the ice and headed off to the mailbox, “Little shit, there’s no mail.”

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Alex called out, carelessly walking down the pathway and miserably slipping on his bum, “Oh Jesus, I think I felt my pants rip.”

Turning to Alex, you covered your mouth and burst into laughter, “Are you being serious?”

“Yeah, I heard it rip!” Alex laughed, kneeling on the ice and trying to get back up on his feet, “You don’t happen to have spare ones, don’t you?”

“You might need to shimmy into them and get some lube,” You teased, walking over to help him up and dusting the snow off his coat, “Turn around.”

As Alex turned around, you snickered and clicked your tongue, “Well, Mr. Albon…I’ve got some pretty bad news.”

“Don’t even continue,” He waved his hand off with a laugh, covering the hole with his hands, “I should bring an extra pair next time.”

“I mean, who knows if you’ll start a new fashion trend,” You nudged his shoulder, walking back to the house and turning the door knob that did not seem to budge, “Did you lock the door?”

Alex frowned and shook his head, “Why would I? Don’t you have keys?”

“Why would I bring my keys when people are inside my home?” You retorted, banging on the door and shouting, “You idiots, open the door! It’s fucking freezing out here!”

Daniel peeped through the second floor window and grinned, “No can do!”

“I will chop your balls off, Ricciardo,” You glared at him, continuously banging on it, “C’mon, you guys!”

“Y/N, I love you, but,” Isa shrugged, taking her spot next to Daniel, “You have to look up again.”

Resting your forehead on the door, you groaned and flipped them off, “All of you are insufferable. I’m writing a restraining order for next year.”

“To be fair, Y/N,” Alex trailed off, leaning against the pillar of your porch, “I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I’m even glad it’s there.”

“Huh?” You replied in confusion, turning your attention to Alex, “They put you up to this, didn’t they?”

“Ay, díos mio!” Carlos exclaimed before being dragged by his ear and the window being closed, “It’s not always us!”

“No, I mean - I did catch on after the first try and how you threatened to kill Carlos,” He chuckled, looking at you fondly, “Actually, I should thank them after.”

“Thank them?” You mumbled, raising an eyebrow, as Alex walked over to close the gap in between, “What are you…trying to imply?”

Alex leaned in a few inches away from your lips, whispering, “I would really, really like to kiss you.”

Quickly glancing up at the mistletoe hanging above the two of you, your heartbeat started to pick up its pace from the close proximity. You nodded with a small smile, “I would really, really like for you to kiss me too.”

Before Alex could kiss you, Carlos peered his head out the window once more and hollered, “I hear the wedding be- ow, Isa!”

The two of you laughed to yourselves, closing the gap and possibly sharing what could have been the best kiss of your lives by far.

Alex smiled and pulled away, resting his hands on your waist, “So, how’s that for traditions?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him by the collar, “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🎧 - May 2024 - Capricorn

Singles:

Who is Coming In: The Fool & 8 Wands

Regarding: 8 Swords

Long-Term Potential: King of Pentacles

I’m not sure how they know how you take your coffee, could be someone you drink coffee with a lot. Or they just know you hate it, that would be easy. They come in very quickly, could be letting you know they’re single. Maybe not to you directly, celebrating it online or something, maybe just generally out loud. This person is very chatty, they love to talk, and they probably talk your ear off often. I’m not sure you see this person in this way, or that could be switched, 8 Swords would indicate someone has feelings they don’t share…and maybe the other person is just yammering away about their day, oblivious. It’s harmless and innocent, but whichever of you has feelings is going to feel guided to make a move, impulsively even, and Spirit encourages that. Long term, you’re here with 10 Cups, and a note that says “hold off on abandoning this too soon,” which could be showing a confidence issue or a fear of rejection. You could get in your own way if you’re too…closed off, silent, fearful, assuming the worst, self-sabotaging, etc. This person has a happy & free sort of energy, try to match them, go for it, and you have nothing to fear.

Messages:

- Curvy Girl/Boy

- Knows how you take your coffee ☕️

LOVE CALL 📞

- Expressing Love

- Messages of Love

- Thinking of You

- Informing You

Hello, sea of tranquility 🌊

Signs you may be dealing with:

Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn & Leo

Couples:

Them: Knight of Swords, 2 Wands, 8 Cups

Regarding: 4 Wands rev

It looks like your person is making or has made a decision outside of you, which could have you feeling some type of way. The example I’m getting is maybe their lease is up, and they live in a godawful apartment complex with the worst neighbors…but they don’t want to live with you. Maybe you’ve offered. Either this connection has become codependent, and they’re moving away from that - it doesn’t make them happy; or they’re saying absolutely not in the first place, maybe because of a history involving some imbalanced financial games and bs - could be from their childhood or not even involving you at all. This relationship also feels kinda new, they’re coming at you with a Page of Cups, and 2 Cups follows…I think just to show feelings are reciprocated, this doesn’t feel like a DEEP kind of love, but love is there. It’s getting there? If that makes sense. This person is much more about having fun than getting tied down right now, but that doesn’t mean they’re messing with you. They’re not. They don’t see this connection, or maybe you, as a balanced & reciprocal sort of person, or they’re just not interested in that kind of connection yet. Go out, sure. Talk, sure. Move forward romantically, yes. But *serious* or long-term, joint accounts, having to include you in their decisions, no way. They feel they have been very open and honest about this. They want to have fun and not feel bogged down by the future, at least right now.

Messages:

- I’m Not Sorry

- My money is my LIFE.

Let sit happen to you 🧘‍♂️

PASSION 💋

- Insane Chemistry

- Sparks & Having Fun

- Equal Interest

- Burning Desire

You: The Sun rev, 6 Cups, Ace of Pentacles

Regarding: 4 Cups rev

4 Cups rev here seems to be saying you’ve had a choice made *for* you, which you don’t appreciate, and you seem threatened by this person’s very strong personality - Queen of Wands bows to no one, and she’s not about to ask your permission to do things either. You could feel like this person is selfish and is only out for their own wants, needs, and desires - avoiding a mutually beneficial give-and-take dynamic…which is probably true, I can see that from a Queen of Wands. Could be an Aries. You feel their priorities are imbalanced and misguided…and they don’t care, sadly. I definitely don’t see them changing their mind, if anything they could feel like maybe you’re trying to control them or make them subservient to you. They may say that, because I’ve never used that word before…so they’re also smart. I do see them acting selfishly; they don’t see it as an issue, and I also see you threatened by the confidence & quick decision making of this person…which isn’t a bad thing. She’s not reversed. You could also feel this person is all passion and no substance - which is what you’re looking for.

Messages:

- Red Flag 🚩

- What other people say matters too much to me.

SWORD & ROSE 🗡️🌹

- Clarity & Truth

- Revelations

- Honor & Protection

- Determination

It’s not all about you.

Mutual: Page of Swords, 8 Swords, 5 Wands rev

Regarding: 10 Pentacles

10 Pentacles seems to be your goal…both of your goals where it comes to money 💯 but not where it comes to partnership. You could be more old-fashioned, combined accounts, sleep in the same bed, have children someday etc., and while I don’t get this person isn’t that way…I mean yeah, kinda. They’re not on that page today, tomorrow, next week. Eventually maybe. Years from now. Especially if this is a newer relationship. This person feels like “they said what they said” and that’s the end of it; and they intimidate you, so now it’s like the two of you talk regularly, but not about the important stuff. The long-term stuff. Where is this going? Neither of you want to bring it up, both of you are worried about pressure...for different reasons, there are core differences in the way you two look, operate, work, and goals. How this is going though, is you want this person to think or be more like you - and they could give af, they’ll decide whatever they want. They don’t feel any valid reason to run things past you beforehand - in fact they may avoid involving you at all in things you *should* be involved in. I do get red flags from you regarding them, and their behavior, you’re not totally wrong. But check your own motives on why you’re upset too - sometimes it’s because you expect this or they from them…and no one is communicating here, there’s no resolution to this conflict between you, we’re just acting like nothing is wrong - when it is. This is an issue that will just continue snowballing with each move this person makes - outside of you. Addressing it now is healthier than blowing tf up later because of repressed emotions.

ABUNDANCE 💰

- Positive Mindset

- Manifest

- Gratitude & Bliss

- Blessings

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Gemini, Aries, Cancer, Pisces, Virgo & Leo

[crimswnred]

How do you think Tim & MC tell their friends they’re dating? Rap crew included! Oh oh how do you think Jen and the other islanders like Levi/Mason/Cherry/Erikah find out and their reactions? I think Mason/Levi’s reaction would be funny.

Tim's friends popped a bottle of champagne and lit fireworks. They were CELEBRATING, after all, they were getting tired of hearing him talk about her.

MC's friends were skeptical at first. she gets out of a pretty messy relationship and then starts dating one of her friends? — not to mention Tim is a bit of a manchild, let's be honest. but they soon realise they fit together and he makes her the happiest she has ever been. and that's the most important part.

Rohan is absolutely shocked. he is like since when? and feeling like an absolute clown for teasing Tim over his stupid crush. he knew Tim was into MC, ofc, Rohan and Tim are practically best friends. but he didn't think it was ever gonna mutual. it takes a while for the penny drop (in a funny way, ofc).

Jake and Talia knew about it. actually, they had a bet going on. Jake said Tim was confessing first, Talia believed it would MC. Talia won.

Jen flipped. It doesn't matter if MC started going out with him months after the breakup or a week after, she's pissed. like REAL PISSED. she's a fashion blogger (if I remember correctly) so she has a big following on social media and she's using it to attack MC. like, I'm talking about endless stories on Instagram and purposefully unfollowing her when everyone is talking about it. it gets ugly really fast.

I think Levi/Mason would have a bruised ego. When they got the news they didn't believe at first but then they saw maybe a cute couple selfie on Tim's page and they stood a whole 5 minutes just staring at it, incredulously. They would try to ignore it but he's actually avoiding MC and Tim in every way possible. I don't think they would as petty as Jen would but I can see some shade being thrown here and there.

I don't know if you left in a positive note with Erikah but I did. she's "friends" with MC and although she's not Tim's biggest fan I think she'd be supportive, at least online. Especially because I believe the general public would love them together and she's going with that flow.

Cherry is sliding in Levi/Mason's dms quicker than you can say MC's leftovers. something like "omg just heard the news about MC and Tim. how are you feeling? 🥺"

[tobiramamonmari29]

Madara x Kaguya :

Madara point of view:

My name is uchiha Madara, I celebrated my 19th birthday on December 24, I am in my last year. And I also fell madly in love with my homeroom teacher. She was teaching English, she had beautiful white hair, clear eyes and a pale complexion. she's 28 but she's not, that's why we call her Miss.

Kaguya: Class will start soon, please sit down.

She is so beautiful, she was often dressed in her white shirt with the cole unbuttoned. she often had a tight black skirt, she is my favorite with the navy blue which had an opening revealing her thigh. She has always accompanied her outfit with pretty pumps.

kaguya: next week, it's the summary of everything you've learned from the beginning of the year until now.

How can we concentrate when a beautiful woman sits on a desk in such a sexy way. she held her book in one hand beginning to quote what there would be during this famous assessment. Her foot swinging back and forth was quickly forgotten when your eyes slid further down her leg.

He so wanted to see one of his legs with a split today. when she straightened her skirt went up a little, pulling the garment with one hand, leaning a little forward. We could just see her magnificent chest, which would capsize more than one.

Kaguya: I hope you took note.

what he liked was when she passed through the rows of benches. Her perfume floated in the air which became sweet and sensual. Her long healthy white hair cinnamon and caramel. Her delicate nail-nailed hands, always very well manicured, linger a little on her bench before flying away.

her enchanting voice, made him capsize far into the world of dreams. Watching his silhouette walked in the opposite direction. He had a very nice view of her buttocks, she must have been delicate. Everything about her was charming, seductive, she was lovely in every way.

what did he love her, his little heart couldn't hold up any longer in the face of so much beauty. And when she smiled and her beautifully attractive eyes shone with an unfamiliar glow. He had never thought he had fallen in love and even less with his main teacher.

kaguya: the course is over, think of me and study. See you next week have a great weekend. Like the other students, I got up before being stopped.

Kaguya: Madara, I'm proud of you. You got the best grade in the class. I'm counting on you for the regional English competition.

Madara: I-I'll do my best.

Kaguya: I know it well, you won't disappoint me.

Madara: Thank you, Miss.

He would like her to congratulate him every time, he would like to have her close to him one day. my god that he was in love will he one day have the courage to tell her to her face.

//////

Kaguya point of view:

Love was a few things I had subscribed to since my boyfriend died. but nothing to do with the way this student looks at me, making me want to go on a crazy adventure. At first, I kept telling myself I shouldn't favor and watch this particular student.

Uchiha Madara, is only 19 years old, I am currently 28. I had seen how his eyes trailed in my path. I loved when he called me Miss Otsutsuki, I loved that boy.

He wasn't very tall next to me, but his shoulders were broad as was his back. He was neither skinny, he has a nice body build from what I could see. he had gorgeous long black hair that was always messy, like a bird's nest.

His black eyes were brighter, expressive, eager than we thought. His hands were bigger than mine I could see when he took his copy from my hand. he often pulled up his sweater revealing his forearms. Her veins were drawn wonderfully well, her pale complexion made them stand out more than a normal person.

I always knew he loved me, I love him back but I would never tell him. I am his teacher, he is my student. we don't always need to reveal our love to the people we love. He'll find someone else eventually even though I know he's unlikely to forget me.

Rather unlikely, that I forget our love is mutual. I know it, but when you tell me one of these days that you love me. I'm sorry Madara, but I'll tell you that I don't love you.

Our love is forbidden. I forbid myself, I'm selfish, I know.

Madara: I love you.

kaguya: I'm sorry, Madara, maybe I gave you the impression that I did too. But I already have a boyfriend.

Madara: I see....

Kaguya: forgive me.

I'm afraid you'll forget me, I'm afraid not to forget you. Because I still haven't forgotten my late boyfriend.

End.