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alygatorwrites · 3 years ago

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Hey baby! This match up event is such a fun idea, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy 🥰

Also sorry for the long answers I just wanted to make it as easy as possible (and not because I want YOU to marry me 😤)

my name is sage

my pronouns or she / her

my sexuality is straight

my sign is cancer

my love language is quality time and acts of service

I love it when my partner goes out of their way to do something special for us, and I much prefer experience gifts rather than material gifts, like a weekend away or taking me to a restaurant or surprising me with a dinner or going for a walk together (pls I sound like a dog)

my hobbies and interests

I love animals with a passion and you will find me volunteering any chance I get! I’m a big fan of travelling and I would do it everyday if I could, my favourite places to go are Italy, greece and Australia. I’m also in love with Switzerland! But yeah anything beachy and woodsy is where my happy place is. I also love to journal about the places I have been, and collecting little souvenirs on the way. I’m like a magpie it’s crazy how much stuff I have from my travels.

my personality

my mbti type is isfp and I’m more of an ambivert, I’m outgoing with friends and family but I’m a bit more reserved when it comes to people I haven’t met before and would prefer if they started the convo first. After that initial awkwardness (which I hate with a passion) I’m good at carrying a convo. Once you get to know me I’m more of an extrovert. Over text I’m the most extroverted person but in person, I’m a lil shy and reserved until I get to know you.

I’m also VERY clumsy, I never seem to finish my day without breaking something or waking up with a new bruise. There was one time I literally broke 3 plates and dropped 4 glasses all in one day…..and the amount of times I trip or fall up the stairs. I seriously need a warning sign around my neck. I’ve also been told I have a bit of a resting bitch face but I swear I’m nice :)

I’m known to my friends as the funny one of the group and very free spirited. I have never been in a relationship and I don’t feel I need to be in one right now. I’m not looking for anyone at the moment, and I wouldn’t go out of my way to find someone (ie dating apps). I’d rather find them along the way. As you could probably tell, I’m more on the independent side and as of right now, I’m just enjoying that.

physical description

It’ll be a lot easier is I just add a picrew for the physical description cause I finally found one that looks like me :)

And OF COURSE I want some nsfw headcanons!! You’re nsfw writing is what keeps me going BABYYY

I’m so excited to see who you pick for me mamas! *BIG FAT SMOOCHES* ilysm 💖

♡ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧

→ your caring and charitable persona is what draws jean in, along with the fact that you’re pretty as hell. while he can be blunt and stubborn, this man finds himself magnetized toward those who are lively and vivacious — this is you! add in your sense of humor and he is instantly fixated on establishing a relationship.

→ jean finds the lives of others valuable, and he likes how you feel the same, shown by how you enjoy volunteering. this would make you extremely compatible! because you're both dedicated members of society with strong moral compasses, a deep sense of understanding is easily formed.

→ an opinionated extrovert who speaks his mind, jean would take the initiative in social situations. when you're uncomfortable or too nervous to start a conversation with a stranger, he'll be right there to introduce you and get the ball rolling. this balance and support is helpful! honestly, jean thinks it’s super adorable how shy you can be. the way you can go from being extroverted over text to a bashful girl in person is amusing to him!

→ you and jean's personalities form a mutually beneficial relationship! your understanding nature breaks down jean's walls, while his resolve and committed character keeps you grounded. this bond would be unbreakable as it's forged through trust, responsibility, commitment, and affection.

→ your love language of quality time would be respected by jean, and he’d have no problem in giving his undivided attention. as a practical individual who knows that a tomorrow isn't promised, jean finds that each passing minute is irreplaceable. he values being there for his partner. not only that, but jean's love language is also acts of service. this gives him an understanding of how precious it is to show and not tell. he will do things for you such as cooking breakfast, folding your laundry, brushing your hair, taking you to the beach, and even planning over-sea vacations. a little embarrassed to show his emotions, jean takes this as an opportunity to wordlessly express his love.

→ jean has a soft spot for beauty! this is what made you catch his eye. he's definitely a sucker for your curls; the way they perfectly frame your face — the spirals a gorgeous sepia-brown, brushing along each cheek — would make him melt. your beauty marks? he pecks them with a tenderness that can't even be explained. they're too cute and charming.

→ he finds clumsiness sweet. that being said, sasha and connie already keep jean on his toes as it is, so he'd never admit it. despite that, he's always down to help collect the broken pieces of whatever you knock over ... which usually results in him grabbing a broom and saying he'll clean it up for you altogether (those shards of glass can't be trusted!) jean can still be an asshole though, and he snorts out a laugh whenever you fall up the stairs.

→ your love for animals and wildlife would change jean for the better. this man doesn't have an affinity for them until you come along: watching the way you light up around a cat or dog makes him vow that he'll give you all the pets you want.

♡ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

→ the sharp inhales you make when jean fucks you has him bursting at the seams. hearing you moan when he holds tight onto your hips is his absolute favorite thing.

→ as mentioned before, jean loves hair, especially yours. his favorite thing is to tangle his hands in each lock — the brown swirls wrapping around his fingers — and gently tug them as he envelops your lips into a deep kiss.

→ reducing you to a quivering, breathless heap makes jean feel invincible. the power trip has his head swimming every time!!!

→ orally pleasuring you is a must for jean. he likes it even better than he enjoys getting off himself. the primal sensation of you gushing around his tongue can make him cum in seconds if he doesn't control himself.

→ this man has the worst corruption kink. jean will not hesitate to tarnish you until you go from a good little girl to a whore who thinks about nothing but his cock <3

→ really loud, moan-heavy sex makes jean weak at the knees. he adores every breathy whine you make, and relishes in the way your face screws up when he slides into you. he'll push strands of your hair away from your eyes, tucking them behind a ear and fiddling with your piercings.

→ jean can't get enough of the sexual tension before you both hook up. the second he sees your will-power break, and how you strip away your shirt... god, it's so sexy to him.

→ run your fingers through his mullet and jean is a goner 🥴

→ whenever jean carries you bridal style to the bedroom with a smug grin, be prepared for the best sex of your life.

→ 100% a dom. NO IFS, ANDS, OR BUTS.

→ "fuck, sage—" jean frequently whispers, lips brushing along your throat as he thrusts into you. the way your name tumbles from his mouth is always a broken groan. "feels so fucking good."

→ one of his favorite sex positions with you!

#sage i screamed when i saw you entered #im living for these long answers pls #thank you my love 😤💕💗👊#KISS NOW #aly hits a milestone #jean kirstein #aot matchup

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starkerintheparker · 5 years ago

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starker reclist - AUs

Hey guys! Welcome to the second part of my personal Starker reclist, dedicated to AUs. Last week I posted my canon-based recs, you can find them here.

I tried to incorporate as many tropes as I could, hoping everyone will find something special within their interests. There are a few a/b/o and underage fics, all properly tagged in case anyone wishes to avoid them. I also tried to highlight soulmate AUs because I reckon it’s a somewhat popular trope. Enjoy! ❤️

Last updated: April 25th, 2020. All new fics added will be marked with ***

• 007 AU by @darker-soft-starker (T, 4k, completed)

Summary: Undercover and bored at an art auction, Tony finds entertainment in Peter Parker.

Review: Look, I’m a simple woman. Daniel Craig has owned my ass ever since Casino Royale and I was reading 00Q and Hartwin before I even shipped Starker. Point is, I like spy movies, ok?! So naturally I couldn’t leave this fic out of my reclist. I you need further incentive, consider this quote: “What, a little late night espionage not romantic enough for you?” Peter retorts, whipping a pistol out from his jacket and aiming it at Tony’s chest.

• 3 Times I Told You I Loved You & 1 Time You Said It Back by @starkeristheendgame (E) background Peter/Steve, Peter/Bucky, Peter/Scott

Summary: Peter Parker confesses his love to Tony Stark three times. Once at ten, once at fifteen and once at twenty. Finally convinced that Tony will never love him back, Peter ventures out into a different path, desperate to find the love he seeks from someone else. But you know what they say about star-crossed lovers.

Review: This lovely fic holds a very special place in my heart. I’m so invested I decided to wait until it’s finished so I can read it all in one sitting. Peter’s longing and heartbreak hurt my poor soul but I trust Jensen to give me that promised Starker endgame - I know it will be glorious when it finally comes.

• A Night on the Town by @scarletmanuka1 (G, 2.3k, completed)

Summary: Nightclub AU. Years after the events of Endgame, Tony has hit rock bottom. The Snap left him crippled, Pepper has abandoned him and has taken Morgan with her, and he's feeling old and lonely. Peter arranges a night out at the nightclub that he works at to try and cheer Tony up.

Review: I love get together fics, especially if it involves oblivious!Tony getting his shit together and going after his man. Seeing him bitter and broken after Thanos was hard, but special kudos to IronBros moments because that friendship is true goals!

• Age of Adeline by @starkerforlife6969 (completed) background Harley/Peter, Bucky/Peter, Wade/Peter

Review: I’d never in a million years think about this movie as a Starker AU but gosh, this is everything I needed in my life and it completely devastated me but I loved every minute of it. As a devoted monoshipper, I was surprised to realize that I got emotionally involved with all pairings, even more so with Starker, which totally paid off. Gorgeous, powerful and heartfelt. God bless SFL.

• assume makes ass for u and me by @pretty-well-funded (M, 1.6k, completed) tw underage

Summary: In Tony’s defense, he was sure the kid was a rent boy.

Review: This 1.6k fic caught me completely off guard and now I’m crying because I need MORE. I love the premise, the dialogue is criminally good, their voices are amazing and I can’t get enough of cheeky!Peter charming Tony with his wit and filthy mind.

• Bamf!secretary Peter by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed)

Review: Who could ever resist some corporate espionage drama with bamf!Peter leaving Tony speechless and horny? Not me. I’d read more 30k of this verse because competent, sassy Peter Parker is such a kink, omg.

• Biker!Tony by @starkerforlife6969 (T, completed) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Review: Same age AUs are not usually my thing but I can’t resist cute high school sweethearts written by this fandom goddess. Plus, protective!Tony calling Peter “doll” does things to my heart - and Peter’s.

• Breaking Character by @cagestark (E, 8.3k, completed)

Summary: Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and spy for SHIELD. Working with another SHIELD spy, the infamous Spider, he will take down an infamous human trafficking ring in New York. But the act they have to put on will demand more from Tony than he ever thought he'd have to give. Not that he minds.

Review: The spy trope seriously needs more fic like this one, because I’ll have bamf!Peter lying back to save his country while Tony freaks out any day. Cage hits the perfect balance between plot building, fantastic sexual tension, clever dialogue and the hottest smut sequence. What a ride! (Pun intended).

• Curiosity Killed the Cat by @areluctantsblog (T, 1.5k, completed)

Summary: Peter has been modelling in an art school for years. He's used to strangers' eyes roaming his body - clothed or naked - and he knows that it's not him they are looking at. Not him who they are interested in. He's just a model, a tool for their work. And for a long time he doesn't notice the one pair of eyes that, despite seeing him but rarely, is looking right at him.

Review: Very soft and atmospheric, this fic left me in a bit of a daze and it took me a while to realize it was over. Great writing will do that to you.

• Detective!Tony, Graffiti Artist!Peter by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed)

Review: Oh don’t mind me, just appreciating this author’s talent at writing from the filthiest smut to the softest “Tony saves Peter in all ways that matter” like this ficlet. We stan.

• Eat at Pete’s by feyrelay + glorious art by @peachbabypie (E)

Summary: Peter gives him an unimpressed look, “If you didn’t do your work, then you wouldn’t be able to earn my time though, would you?” Pfft. “Kid, I have more money than god. I can splurge on your delicious pancakes and attention, trust me,” Tony informs him loftily. Peter smiles that wicked, crooked little smile that's just for him. It's not even and perfect like his the-customer-is-always-right one that's more frequently on offer. “I didn’t say you couldn’t afford it. I said you wouldn’t have earned it.”

Review: How can we ever say no to dom!Peter putting Tony in his place and hopefully on his dick + Tony loving every second of it?? Their dynamics are fantastic and that TASTY COUNTER DIALOGUE KILLS ME. EVERY TIME. Check it out and come scream with me: sub!Tony rights :D

• Fire and Ice by LeafyGreenQueen773 (M, 3k, completed) Soulmate AU

Summary: AU where when someone writes on his or her skin, the same thing shows up on their soulmate in the same place as a Mark that fades away in a few hours.

Review: This was the first Starker soulmate fic I’ve read and it made my heart ache so soft and good. Lovely and bittersweet, quiet and painfully honest.

• Genius, Acrobat, Playboy, Philanthropist by @scarletmanuka1 (E, 28k, completed)

Summary: After Peter's aeriel acrobatics partner, Adrian Toomes is fired from The Avengers Circus Troupe for theft, he is shocked to discover that his replacement is non other than legendary performer, Tony Stark - the man that Peter had hero worshipped since he first learned how to tumble.

Review: After reading this fic I realized I need more Circus AUs in my life. I could read jealous idiots falling in love while doing beautiful acrobatics for the rest of my days. Original plot, nice character development and I really appreciated how the author inserted little canon things here and there.

• Happy to Disappoint by @deaded-blush (M, 60k, completed) tw underage, domestic violence

Summary: Adrian Toomes is in quite deep with notorious mob boss Tony Stark. But when Tony comes to collect the debt owed, he's surprised to discover Toomes has an adoptive son. The chance meeting changes the direction of both their lives...

Review: Hands down one of the best Mafia!AUs I’ve ever seen. Read it all in one sitting and by the end I was SHOOKETH and utterly obsessed with this story. Nothing about it is okay so brace yourself for whump!Peter and lots of h/c. Bonus points for an incredibly satisfying ending that will make you gasp out loud.

• Hey Baby, Slip between my Beta-Pleats and get to know my Alpha-Helix? by @starkerforlife6969 and @darker-soft-starker (E, 37k, completed) A/B/O

Summary: Even though Tony can't tell the difference between Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, Peter really has no other choice. His heat is around the corner, so even though he loathes the party-going, booze drinking, smug playboy know-it-all that is Tony Stark. He'll just have to do.

Review: I can’t believe life went on as we know it (or did it??) after these two geniuses wrote together. This is the Starker version of “enemies to lovers” we all wanted and deserve, where spoiled-bratty-posh princess Peter finds the perfect balance for his chaotic energy in goofy-unapologetic-charming playboy Tony. Their falling in love is just so tender, so genuine and so good, it’s impossible not to cheer for these two sweethearts through this delightful, carefully crafted story.

• If you let me by @css1992 (E, 12k, completed)

Summary: Peter had tried dating younger guys, but it just didn’t do it for him. They were often too eager, too fast, too rough. Just too young, in general. Not that older men couldn’t be too much, too, Peter learned it the hard way. The man looking back at him from across the room seemed like a good one. He knew he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but he was gorgeous. Possibly the most handsome man Peter had ever seen in his short life.

Review: I remember the first time I read this fic it hit me in such a powerful way I cried a bit and was too overwhelmed to do words and tell the author just how much I loved it. But I never forgot this fic or the way it made me feel. It’s so evocative, so sexy, so raw, so heartbreaking, so sweet and so gentle. Great atmosphere, even greater characterization and some of the hottest smut I’ve ever read. Treat yourself and check this out right now.

• I’ll be Home by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed) A/B/O

Summary: The story starts when Soldier Tony comes home for a few days, and is introduced to the love of his life.

Review: Will I ever stop reccing SFL’s works? Maybe, but today is not the day. This gorgeous, breathtaking fic attacked me in my own house during Christmas day and made me cry like a baby. I’m a sucker for reunion stories - the longing, the heartbreak, the power of endurance. This fic reminded me that no matter how long or difficult the journey, love will always find a way.

• Little Spider by @stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) (E, 5k, completed)

Summary: Peter Parker is one of the country's best hitmen, known in the underworld as the Little Spider. He spends his days in the lap of luxury with his billionaire fiance Tony Stark, and his nights doing dirty work for various shady characters. Life is good, right up until someone puts out a hit on Tony and wants Peter to pull the trigger. It... might be time for them to have a talk.

Review: Omg this fic was so deliciously good in a totally surprising and sexy way. Bamf!Peter took my breath away with the perfect balance between his two personas. Tony getting off on that sheer power and confidence is a BIG MOOD and my second favorite thing in this fic. The first being the badass power couple they make.

• love somebody like you (E) by @intoxicatelou

Summary: five times Tony was Peter’s roommate and one time he was his soulmate instead.

Review: Who doesn’t love some forced proximity mixed with the unbeatable soulmate trope? This plot is the hottest take and my heart cannot handle young!Tony with his brilliant mind and sassy charm protecting and flirting with Peter, unfff feels everywhere *cries in Starker*

• Love Thy Neighbour by @darker-soft-starker (T, 2.3k, completed)

Summary: Tony's new neighbour is kinda weird.

Review: I know I keep saying that same age!AUs are not really my thing but I’m the softest bitch for feel-good, cozy domesticity, and I love how this charming story shows that ordinary life become magical when shared with someone special. I could babble all night about how eccentric and confident Peter seduces our man of science that for once has absolutely no idea of what’s going on - but you really should see it for yourself right now :)

• Mafia Boss!Tony Break Up Make Up by @starkerforlife6969 (E, completed)

Review: Man, this fic was so rude to my heart. The heartbreak, the rough sex, the guilt, the hopeful make up, the gorgeous ending. My body literally cannot take the stress, why are Mafia AUs so doomed and beautiful and more importantly, why is SFL so good at writing them???

• Microcosm Series by @bloomblood (M, 32k) tw underage

Summary: Tony and Peter become each other’s heroes after the Snap, saving themselves before they offer aid back to the world.

Review: I haven’t read many post-apocalyptic fics but this series’s raw atmosphere sucked me in. I adore the quiet intimacy, the slow and tentative healing, and all the silent and complex emotions underneath apparent simplicity. Big aesthetic mood, just as its lovely author.

• Musechaser by @nightskygardenia (M, 10.5k, completed)

Summary: Eighteen year old art student Peter Parker is desperately searching for his muse, someone who can bring his creative skills to the next level through inspiration. Lucky for him, his next class just so happens to feature a gorgeous model by the name of Tony Stark, a man Peter's convinced is his muse, to the point of staying after class to ask for private modeling sessions.

Review: Another big aesthetic mood, this fic paints a gorgeous imagery. I love the setting, the slow pace and the building anticipation until the sexual tension finally breaks. Peter is adorable and Tony exudes confidence; their voices are spot on and their chemistry is palpable and intense.

• My Best Friend’s Dad by @darker-soft-starker (M, 17.6k, completed)

Summary: Peter is home for the summer, back from his first year away at college. Having stayed over at Harley's house every weekend since they were fourteen, he never used to think much of his friend’s dad. A few years worth of college experience has Peter noticing Tony in a different way. This time, Tony notices him back.

Review: Turns out that Tony Stark being a dad and a daddy is too much for my body. I worship this fic. I wanna get married to it and have its babies. No words will ever make it justice *sobs* no but seriously, secret relationship is a perfect Starker trope and this one will take you to the edge of your seat until the very end. A+ characterization, lovely build up, infuriating cliffhangers and the wholesome happy ending we all deserve. This is the kind of fic that leaves you a bit depressed once it’s over, because you suddenly realize you’ll never read it for the first time ever again. So get to it and make sure to enjoy every second!

• One Call Away by @readysetstarker (E)

Summary: Tony didn’t need the phone sex gig. He was more than well off, his own sex life was in great shape, but damn, there was just something about listening to someone else get off to his voice.

Review: Omg who could ever resist sex hotline + daddy kink + identity porn? Dev is coming after our own hearts and bodies with this hot combo. I love the balance between their cute chemistry and the hot phone sex, plus the identity porn is deliciously fun. I was so happy to know this fic is getting longer than the author had previously anticipated because I’m definitely not ready to let it go.

• Open Road by @starkerflowers (E, 2.5k, completed)

Summary: It’s not love, but it’s good. TW: implied abuse (not between Tony/Peter); bruises/violence; panic attack.

Review: This refreshing not-quite-a-love-story will capture your heart, make it hurt, make it ache, make it hope and finally, make it heal. This fic is so gorgeously written I honestly cannot rec it enough. Yes, it’s dark and angsty, but it’s also gentle, hopeful and deeply evocative.

• Panty Raid by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed) A/B/O

Summary: Imagine Tony being forced to do a panty raid as an initiation for his fraternity. So Tony, keeping up his playboy appearances, sneaks into the omega dorms. And he sees sweet innocent Peter who is so alarmed by the alphas raiding their dorm Tony can’t help but comfort him.

Review: Unf this fic is just too charming and cute, my heart cannot take it. Frat stories are so fun they make me forget my preference for age gaps and realize I could read more 50k of protective young!Tony any day, please and thank

• Pete’s Eats by @darker-soft-starker (T, 9.3k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a YouTube channel where he just drinks wine and teaches people how to cook things if they live in a mediocre apartment. While cooking and drinking he just talks about stuff like memes and school and, most importantly, his undying thirst for Tony Stark.

Review: This is legit the funniest shit I’ve ever read, everybody else can go home. I was already sold on Peter being a relatable thirsty dork, but Tony’s A+++ characterization (for a moment I thought it was RDJ on the big screen) and the identity porn side trope killed me for good. And what a way to go. I’m an angst hoe but I could read this forever and would be okay with it.

• pondus, pondera by spqr (M, 9.3k, completed) underage prostitution but not between P/T

Summary: Peter sells his virginity for $5,000 when he’s fifteen.

Review: Ugh I’m so weak for the angsty hooker trope, I just love the potential to simultaneously explore whump, mutual pining and gentle recovery. Trust spqr to deliver it all with a carefully crafted slow burn, god-tier characterization and a heartfelt and satisfying get together. This fic is a gem.

• Powerful by @cagestark (E, 4.6k, completed) SIM!Tony

Summary: After finding out about Peter's abusive ex, Tony privately vows revenge.

Review: This fic took my breath away and made me realize that dark!Tony with a soft spot for Peter is everything I need in my life. Precious Peter being empowered by a viciously protective Tony is now my absolute jam, and it was fascinating to see see their dynamics mutually feeding each other’s nature. This fic is gorgeous, sexy and liberating.

***Red Light District series by @starker-stories (17k, ongoing)

Summary: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy who has dozens of women passing through his life and through his bed. What everyone doesn't know is that Tony Stark is deeply closeted, longing for something he can't ever have -- a life and a love with another man.

Review: I’m completely in love with this series and not only because it explores the good old hooker trope which I’m very partial to. It’s so well written and atmospheric, if a tad bittersweet and heart-wrenching. Great narrative tension, Tony and Peter’s chemistry is insane, their voices and dialogue are amazing and the smut is looong and scorching hot *chef’s kiss*

• Samadhi by @starkercrossedlovers (E, completed)

Summay: Tony goes to yoga to try and deal with his anxiety and ends up falling for the instructor, one Peter Parker.

Review: Okay so yoga fics are among my guilty pleasures and I can’t get enough of feel-good fics like this one. Peter’s such a sweetheart, so thoughtful and amazing with Tony. I love it when they take care of each other and find solace together, this fic made me soft :’)

• Single dad baker!Peter and lawyer!Tony by @starkerforlife6969 (G, completed)

Review: I’m not usually a fluff girl but this fic is just too wholesome to go by unnoticed. Nothing hits my soft side harder than a cynical character reaching that turning point that makes them start to believe in love. Fuck yes, YOU SHOW THAT MAN SOME HAPPILY EVER AFTER PETE

• Soft Kitty by @ko-fiandfanfiction (E, 33k, completed)

Summary: Peter wasn’t wearing something Tony would call normal, not that there was anything inherently wrong with what he was wearing or anything. It just struck him as…different. To put it plainly. Tony is not sure what to make of this new development.

Review: For those of you who love some occasional feminization, this is the perfect treat. Soft, sexy and sweet, it combines top guilty, pining Tony with oblivious idiots in love, two of my favorite tropes. Amazing slow burn with glorious sexual tension, infuriating dancing around each other and a very satisfying get together. Bonus points for including the “Avengers living together in the Tower” trope, this is the 2012 team building fic we deserved.

• Solitaire by @darker-soft-starker (M, 29k, completed)

Summary: After a traumatic experience, Tony loses his marriage and his business empire in one fell swoop. At rock bottom, it takes real change to pick up the pieces, to dig himself out of the funk he's been living in. It's not pretty. Along the path of healing Tony meets a bright young man, Peter Parker, who makes the entire journey worth it.

Review: Oh man, this was a tough ride on the soul. Few things hurt me like reading whump!Tony but his healing journey is so beautiful it’s all worth it. Top notch characterization, amazing dialogue, FEELS EVERYWHERE, and a gorgeous portrayal of loneliness, friendship, hope and love.

• Someone Who Makes you Happy by tuesday (T, 6k, completed) Soulmate AU

Summary: Peter was born with several marks already marring his skin, including an interlocking AES over his heart. A scar-sharing soulmate AU.

Review: This fic is absolutely stunning and it makes my heart ache in all the right places. Great worldbuilding (I LOVE the scarring concept, so unique and fitting to these characters), A+++ Tony characterization (the wit and the self-hate are so spot on I could weep) and a journey full of longing, until they finally get to be on the same page.

• Splice by Mezzymet (E, 35k, completed) A/B/O

Summary: "He's not...." The doctors polite nature and disposition hadn't been able to mask the odd tone of his voice, like he had been reading someone's death certificate. Only Peter hadn't been on his death bed. "Peter isn't like the other kids.

Review: I keep coming back to this story because it’s such a fascinating and unique take on this trope. Very well thought and put together - the world building is fantastic, the sex sequences are breathtaking, and Tony’s gentle thoughtfulness makes me wanna cry.

• Stopover by @cagestark (E, 10k, completed)

Summary: A stopover is just a break in a journey. Tony is on the run from the organization he used to kill for, and when he stopped for gas and coffee in the small town of Stopover, IL, he had no plans to leave with anything more.

Review: *sigh* this is the mob boss!Tony fic I’ve waited for all my life. Even more impressive than the delicious smut checking all my kink boxes was the phenomenal build up, the overall urgent atmosphere that surrounds those “on the run”, combined with the gentle wonder of stealing a moment in time to find solace in the most unlikely place. Breathtakingly moving.

• Student Body President Election by @starkerforlife6969 (T, completed)

Summary: Tony and Peter are competing for Student Body President and a smear campaign takes things a little too far.

Review: GIMME ENEMIES TO LOVERS AND ALL THE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA. This ficlet is so fun and adorable it will make your heart smile. Great plot idea and the usual bonus points for protective!Tony being a sweetheart. Will have more 30k, pls and thank.

• Such a Softer Sin by @css1992 (E, 18k, completed) background Peter/Norman

Summary: Tony is a self-made man. Peter is a sugar baby – someone else’s sugar baby.

Review: Another fantastic slow burn that hit me hard in the feels. I love it when fics explore the characters’ personal struggles before they get together, and while the Peter!whump destroyed my heart, Tony’s parallel journey of growth took my breath away. css1992’s talent took the good old sugar baby trope to a whole new epic level.

• Summer Daze by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 4.3k, completed)

Summary: Starker no-powers au where Peter watches construction worker Tony from his bedroom window as the older man works across the street.

Review: Ahh yes, the classic “food as metaphor for love” trope, my absolute jam. This fic is so adorable and endearing, pining!Peter in his wooing mission makes my heart ache and the sweet anticipation is so good. There’s something about this fic that gives me nostalgia; it’s as soft and warm as a summer breeze.

• Tamed by @cagestark (E, 8.3k, completed)

Review: It’s no wonder this is Cage’s most beloved fic. Bad boy!Tony being all soft for Peter is everything we deserve, not to mention a mesmerizing (and HOT AF) first time together. This fic shows how rich and captivating Cage’s writing is - she’s able to transform that old basic trope into something unique and heartfelt. If you need one more reason to read this, please consider: best first bj ever :)

• Teacher!Tony wrong number by @areluctantsblog (T) tw underage

Summary: Peter’s using a replacement phone and mistypes Ned’s number asking for help on a physics problem.

Review: I have such a soft spot for this fic! It was one of the first AUs I’ve ever read and I’m completely in love with their dynamics. Peter’s underage but this fic is carefully written and pretty tame, so I’d rec it to anyone looking for the good old “they probably shouldn’t, but then again nothing’s happening” trope.

• The Bleedover Effect by tuesday (T, 11k, completed) Soulmate AU

Summary: The first time Tony got punched in the face by nobody there, he had a lot of very complicated feelings about it that mostly boiled down to, "I deserve this." A pain-sharing soulmate AU.

Review: Tuesday truly is the queen of soulmate AUs, we have no other choice but STAN. First of all, I adore the concept here - being such a sucker for whump, this could easily become my favorite soulmate trope. As usual, her Tony voice is perfect and his devotion to Peter hits my fragile heart every time. Kudos for the soft and hopeful ending. The series has been discontinued but the sequels are very much worth the read, if you’re up for it :)

• The Catfish Chronicles by @stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) (E, 32k, completed)

Summary: Peter creates a fake profile under the name “Benjamin” trying to catch his scumbag boyfriend cheating. Tony creates a Tinder profile for "Anthony" looking for love late in life. Funny how two geniuses who fight side by side every day can only manage to fall in love after they've accidentally catfished each other. This is... gonna get awkward.

Review: My identity porn thirst might be showing but who cares, I want these two idiots pining after each other in every possible way. This was such a fun and exciting ride! The suspense had me legit freaking out and their get together was lovely and wholesome. I particularly adored how thoughtful and sweet Tony was dealing with Peter’s insecurities, that was handled really well. A treat!

• The Concept of Domesticity by @peters-tofu (E) mpreg

Summary: Tony has accomplished nearly everything he's set out to do, now he wants something different. A family of his own? Sounds easy enough. But he's far too impatient for a relationship, so surrogacy it is. Meanwhile, twenty-two year old college student Peter Parker has just volunteered to be a bearer at an agency.

Review: Can’t say I’m a big fan of this trope but since every rule has its exception, here it is! The only Starker mpreg I’ve ever read is so so good and adorable I can’t help smiling every time I think about it. I just love their dynamics, the soft domesticity, the cute bantering, and the fact that Peter has one baby daddy all wrapped around his little finger but what else is new ;)

***The Date by Neuropsyche (E, 33k, completed)

Summary: Tony has a high society gala and he needs a date.

Review: My favorite fake dating AU so far, this fic is so sweet and wholesome. Confident!Peter is my jam and it was amazing to see their sassy bantering evolving into genuine affection towards each other, not to mention the delicious hot smut with dom!Tony :D

• The Final Heist by @starkerforlife6969 (G, 10k, completed)

Summary: Tony’s only got one more heist. He does this, he can be retired on an island in the Mediterranean in a month. All he needs is a world-class art forger. (White Collar inspired)

Review: Honestly, the amount of times I’ve mentioned SFL in this list is getting embarrassing. I must have done something really good in another life to get such a talented author writing something inspired by one of my favorite TV shows. I feel like this fic was personally crafted for me; it’s original, romantic, sexy, fun, clever and so very atmospheric. I’m a lucky hoe.

• The Heart Benefits of Exercise by @areluctantsblog (E, 14k, completed)

Summary: Personal Trainer Tony and Gym Newbie Peter. Peter can hardly keep it together watching Tony demonstrate different exercises and lift weights. Tony is very much aware of the effect he has on his trainee, and after a session, Peter begs to be shown a whole different array of exercises.

Review: This fic was a lovely surprise, very relatable and entertaining. Love myself an adorable Peter thirsting over Tony (can’t really judge lol), especially if it comes with a good amount of pining and hot, kinky smut :D

• Tipping the Scale by JayPendragon (E, 119k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a rhythm. A system. All runs like a well-oiled machine, engineering pun intended. Every wheel of his life is churning perfectly. He doesn’t expect Tony Stark of all people to throw a wrench in it.

Review: Hooker!AUs are my kryptonite, I’m so here for the “fuck first, talk later” and the general pining + misunderstandings + h/c combo this trope provides. This amazing longfic delivers it all with a well-paced, delicious slow burn told from Peter’s POV, which is always a delight to read and makes you fall even more in love with him. If you also enjoy this trope you’re in for a treat!

• To Catch a Spider by Thekeyandquill (E)

Summary: After the war, Peter Parker left his career as a spy behind to live a simple life in the south of France. But when someone frames him for the theft of plans for a new weapon, he must re-enter his old life and get close to the real thief's likely next target - one Tony Stark. A To Catch a Thief AU.

Review: TKAQ is so skilled their writing should be experienced like fine wine. Amazing research, top notch world building and characterization, and the loveliest atmosphere that makes you feel like you’re inside a movie. Clever, organic dialogue and a sexual tension so palpable you can almost taste it. This is a gem. Make sure to check their other works.

• Two White, Two Black, One Pink by @starkerforlife6969 (E) poly fic: Peter/Tony, Peter/Steve, Peter/Bucky, Peter/Strange Summary: Peter has three (maybe one day: four) men in his life who mean the world to him. Review: Ugh, this fic is pure bliss. It has legit ruined me for any and all other poly fics. Words just cannot describe how gorgeous, poetic and unique SFL’s writing is, or how deeply it has affected me. So if you enjoy Mafia AUs, poly fics and soft-but-also-bamf!Peter taking care of Tony AND being taken care of by the men he loves, give this a chance and experience transcending storytelling.

• Uranium Heart by spqr (M, 11k, completed) Soulmate AU Summary: It’s probably better, Peter thinks, that he doesn’t know who his soulmate is. He wouldn’t want to lie to them about Spider-Man, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to tell them the truth, either.

Review: Be still my heart. This is such a gorgeous fic! Not only it combines two major tropes in a coherent 11k story, but I also appreciate how spqr explores these characters and their dynamics in a very unique and realistic way. I strongly recommend checking their other works, especially Landslide.

• Waiting Game by @cagestark (E, 6k, completed)

Summary: Peter hasn't seen Tony in fifteen years. Not since he had their hasty marriage annulled, graduated college, and moved across the country. Their twenty year high school reunion will find them reunited. They've both changed, but one thing hasn’t. Hint: it's their feelings for each other.

Review: This fic literally made my heart BURST WITH FEELS: the whole build up and anticipation, the slow disclosure of their past, the first uncertain moments of their reunion. I also appreciate the powerful and moving message underneath it all, that true healing comes after we overcome our demons at our own pace. A masterpiece.

• Wooing Peter Parker by Neuropsyche (E, 62.5k, completed)

Summary: Tony and Rhodey dodge the press and sneak into the library where they meet Peter Parker - who immediately catches Tony's eye. But Peter isn't a one and done kind of guy and Tony's going to have to work for what he wants this time.

Review: This is the kind of fic that warms you all over and makes you smile non stop. It has so many elements I love in fic: cute flirting, clever banter, hot sex, soft domesticity, boys being reasonable and talking their problems out for a change. If you’re looking for something light, sweet and honest, this series is a must read!

#starker #reclist #peter parker x tony stark

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secretpeachtea · 4 years ago

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“hand over your heart”

Scenario: Comparing hand sizes with the kings of teasing ‘cause you’ve got much smaller hands that fit real nicely in their much larger hands. You’re basically having the opportunity to hold each of their hands and interlock your fingers for a sweet moment. I don’t make the rules. (individual scenarios)

Genre: F L U F F

Pairing: (Y/N) x Kuroo / (Y/N) x Hawks / (Y/N) x Gojou

A/N: This is dedicated to both the voice actor Nakamura Yuichi and my best friend! My friend absolutely adores this VA and I wanted to gift her a little something with a classic romance cliché and whatnot with some of her favorite anime characters. I’m sure some of these men if not all of them have a special place in your heart too. I hope everyone else is able to feel something like my friend did hehe

Kuroo

“So, the middle blocker-”

“Kuroo, I know what a middle blocker does.” You wave one of your hands at the tall volleyball player walking next to you while your other hand cradles a matcha mochi. “In fact, I know every volleyball position! I’ve been to some of your games, and you even made me watch that volleyball anime with you a couple years ago!”

You and the Nekoma captain are walking home after having a little group outing with the rest of the volleyball team. Today was their day off from practice, so you all decided to stop by a mochi ice cream shop after school. Kuroo was telling you about a practice game he had with Fukurodani’s volleyball team the other day. You don’t mind listening to him talk about volleyball at all, but it does get a bit repetitive when he forgets that he’s told you just about everything he knows about the sport.

“Right. Sorry, I guess I just got a bit excited to talk to you about it.” Kuroo rubs his neck sheepishly. He stuffs the rest of his own strawberry mochi into his mouth and proceeds to pout quietly.

The silence lasts for about a minute or two before you start fidgeting with your hands. It’s almost never silent when the two of you are together since you always have something to talk about with each other. You start to feel bad for losing your patience and let out an audible sigh. “Look. Sorry...I…”

Kuroo blatantly ignores your gaze and keeps his eyes forward, his bangs covering his expression. You try getting his attention once again. “I know a lot about volleyball, but I guess… I haven’t actually played before.”

You could’ve sworn that you saw Kuroo’s ear twitch from the corner of your eye, but choose to stay focused on what you want to say next. “We could go to the gym tomorrow and… maybe you could teach me?”

Now that definitely got the male’s attention. Kuroo’s eyes light up at the prospect of being able to play with you and teach you how to play the sport that he loves. He takes a large step in front of you and you have to hold out your arms so that you don’t bump into him. Your hands make contact with the male’s chest and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like how toned it was.

“I thought you’d never ask, (Y/N)!” Kuroo exclaims. “Let’s go right now!”

You blink twice before bewilderment casts over your expression. “Wait! Right now?!”

“Yeah! It’s too late to go to the gym, but we won’t really need anything else other than a volleyball!” At this point, Kuroo is almost hopping in place with excitement. Before you could properly react, he clasps one of your hands in his and starts running along the sidewalk.

“But, today’s your day off!” You try to find a way to slow down, but your much shorter legs are no match for his long limbs. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

He just laughs.

“Kuroo!!”

The two of you stop by Kuroo’s house to pick up a volleyball and he finally tells you that he’s planning on having the two of you practice at a nearby park. Once you guys arrive, you both put down your belongings on a nearby bench and Kuroo immediately ushers you to start stretching.

“I don’t wanna overwhelm you with serving and blocking, so let’s just practice going over some basics.” Kuroo demonstrates how to do overhead tosses and receives and you try your best to follow his movements.

When you try to stand in a receiving position, something must’ve been off because there’s a slight frown on Kuroo’s face. You watch as he walks past you and positions himself directly behind you. Without hesitation, both of Kuroo’s arms slide on top of yours and move your arms to the correct form for receiving. Your mind wanders back to Kuroo’s toned chest which is basically resting against your backside. It takes everything in you to push aside how intimate the position was since it seemed like Kuroo was purely focused on teaching.

“You have to make sure your forearms are facing this direction or you won’t have good control of the ball.” Kuroo’s head is positioned right next to your ear and you involuntarily shiver at the feeling of his breath so close to you. You’re a little disappointed when he lets go of you and stands up straight again. Suddenly, your back misses the warmth.

Kuroo steps away from you and grabs the volleyball from the bench. “Alright! I think you’re ready to practice with the ball!”

The two of you pass the ball back and forth with overhand tosses for a bit and you’re pretty satisfied with your decent passes. Kuroo then gestures to try receiving the ball with your forearms, but then the passes start to become more unstable. At one point, you receive the ball so poorly that it flies over to an area that’s impossible for him to receive, landing on the ground after bouncing several times.

“Sorry about that!” You apologize.

Kuroo just jogs over to the volleyball to retrieve it. “No worries, (Y/N). You can’t become a pro overnight!”

The male picks up the ball with one hand and your eyes widen substantially. “How the hell are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” Kuroo stares at you with a confused expression as he makes his way back to where you’re standing.

You point at the volleyball in his arms adamantly. “You just picked up the ball with one hand!”

“Oh, it’s not that hard.” Kuroo holds out the ball so that it’s between the two of you. “Here, you try.”

For the next couple seconds, you try every method to pick up the volleyball with just one of your hands. You ultimately fail at every attempt and Kuroo begins to laugh at you in amusement. “Aw, how cute! Your hands are too small.”

You let out a little noise of annoyance. “Well, sorry if my fingers aren’t as freakishly long as yours, Kuroo. I’m quite happy with my hands the way they are, thank you very much!”

“Come on~ My fingers aren’t that long.” He then gently takes a hold of your wrist and places his hand against your own. Despite his words, your hands were significantly smaller than his. Kuroo’s hands practically engulfed your own. “They’re just long compared to your adorable fingers.”

In the midst of his teasing, Kuroo starts playing around with your fingers. You didn’t expect this at all, so you’re just left flustered at his ministrations. “A-are you trying to show off?”

The tall male lets out a quiet hum and finally interlocks his hand with yours. “Would you believe me if I told you I just wanted to hold your hand?”

Your cheeks are now fully tinted with a bright red blush. You’re surprised you could even let out a coherent sentence with the amount of blood rushing to your head. “I mean...it’s not like you have to ask to do that or anything…”

Kuroo gazes at your face for a moment in surprise, but a grin makes its way onto his lips after a couple seconds. “Oh? Then, does that mean I don’t have to ask to do this?”

He pulls your interlocked hands towards himself so that your whole body lurks forward. You stumble into his chest with a small thud and grab onto his shirt to keep yourself stable. He lays his other hand on your waist and successfully traps you in a tender hug. At first, you feel like your heart is about to burst from how fast it was beating. However, there was something so comforting and gentle about the hug that made you relax and feel completely at ease. You two stay like that silently for a bit as the evening sun sets beside you both.

Kuroo is the first to notice how late it’s gotten and decides that it would be a good time to walk you home. He begins to pull away when you suddenly tighten your grip on his shirt, your hands tugging at the hem.

“Can...can we stay like this for a bit longer?” You feel a bit embarrassed at your request, so you don’t look up at him and keep your head against his chest.

Kuroo looks down at you and smiles softly. Your hands are still interlocked and he moves his other arm so that it is now wrapped around you to pull you even closer. “Only if we can do this more often.”

A light breeze passes by, but instead of feeling the chilly air, all you feel is the warmth from both the sweet embrace and the little firecrackers igniting your heart.

Hawks

Your vision is blinded by a myriad of red feathers as Hawks lands beside you on the sidewalk outside of his agency building. You both greet each other with matching grins and it’s almost like the sun was shining brighter on this particular day.

The two of you often partner up when going on patrol since your respective agencies are situated in the same city. After bumping into each other on multiple occasions, you eventually became good friends and have found solace in patrolling together on slow days.

“Ever thought of walking out the front entrance like a normal person?” You ask him playfully.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Hawks just smirks as he retracts his wings. You shake your head with a small smile and make your way towards the male.

You’re a little surprised when you notice that Hawks was not wearing his usual black gloves with his hero costume. “What happened to your gloves?”

“The last villain I fought did quite a number on them and when I ordered new ones, the support company said it was gonna take about a week or so until they can send them to me because they’re a little behind on orders,” Hawks explains. You nod your head in understanding as the two of you start walking while keeping an eye out on your surroundings. Although, you’re internally celebrating about this new information.

During your patrols with Hawks, there have been a couple times when he’s left you behind to take on villains or rescue cases on his own. It didn’t bother you as much in the beginning, but you were soon getting tired of always picking up after the Wing Hero and filling in all the reports instead of saving civilians with your own efforts.

You’ve now picked up on the habit of latching onto some part of Hawks to make sure he doesn’t go off on his own, such as gripping onto a section of his jacket or linking your arms together. The one thing you always make sure to avoid holding onto, though, are his wings. You made that mistake once during a patrol when you were just starting to get comfortable around each other and he couldn’t look at you in the eyes for a couple days without the tips of his ears turning red.

More often than not, you choose to hold onto Hawk’s hands since they are one of your favorite things about him and you love playing with them. The only issue is that he almost always wears those pesky black gloves since they’re a part of his hero costume. Today seems to be your lucky day.

Your hand instinctively brushes up against Hawks’ fingers to grab onto them, but your body tenses up as the male flinches his arm back away from you. There’s a sharp sting of sadness in your heart at the idea that maybe Hawks didn’t actually want to hold your hand.

However, your negative thoughts are thrown right out the window as Hawks takes a hold of your hand and starts to squeeze your fingers back and forth repeatedly. There’s a slight look of concern on his expression. “Hey, you good? Your fingers are freezing.”

You let out an inaudible sigh of relief. “Oh, now that you mention it, it is a bit windy outside. My hand is probably really cold since I’ve been out longer than you have. Sorry about that.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Hawks just brushes off your unnecessary apology. “Actually, you should’ve told me sooner!”

Without a moment to lose, Hawks extends his wings out slightly on the side you’re walking on, successfully shielding you from the incoming wind. He then stops his ministrations on your hand and just simply wraps his palms around it. His hands are significantly larger than yours so they practically engulf your entire hand and you feel a comforting warmth seeping into your fingers.

“Are your hands always this cold?” Hawks questions.

You shrug your shoulders. “I guess so? I don’t really notice since they’re pretty much always like this. You probably never noticed since you always wear your gloves when we’re patrolling.”

“You should invest in some hot packs or something.”

You pretend like you’re contemplating, but you already know what you want to say. “Hm...no thanks! I’d rather just hold your hand to keep mine warm!”

Hawks almost trips over his own feet at your response and his cheeks turn a little pink. In order to avoid your gaze, he lifts the collar of his jacket up a bit higher with his free hand and refuses to face you. You softly smile at his reaction and feel immensely satisfied at flustering the normally confident hero. The both of you just continue your patrol in a comfortable silence with warm hands and warm hearts.

~~~~~~

It’s the end of the day and you and Hawks are making your way back to his agency. The two of you were still holding hands, and at some point during the day, your hands became interlocked.

The day was pretty uneventful and there were only a few incidents, but you still needed to file reports of everything. At the end of your shift, Hawks practically begged you to help him with the paperwork. You were weak to his pouty face, so you reluctantly agreed.

As Hawks’ agency came into view, the man suddenly dropped his hand from yours and wrapped his arms onto your waist securely.

“What are you doing?” You ask with slight panic in your voice.

“Having fun~” Hawks smirks and before you know it, both of your feet are lifted off the ground. You let out a small yelp as Hawks flaps his wings and flies you to his office balcony.

After landing safely, you take a moment to catch your breath and Hawks makes a beeline for the couch. He plops into the plush cushions and you raise an eyebrow at him.

You make you way over to his relaxed form and cross your arms loosely. “Um...don’t you have some paperwork to do?”

“Don’t wanna.”

Hawks’ tone reminds you of a child and you just shake your head with a sigh. You know there’s no way you’re going to get him to do any work at this point, so you just join him on the couch and stare at the small Endeavor plushie sitting on one of his shelves near his desk. There’s a subtle warmth from where your shoulders are now touching and you’re almost tempted to just fall asleep right then and there. It wasn’t exactly easy for you to feel this comfortable with another person, so it’s a wonder how Hawks was able to worm his way into your heart. You definitely cared deeply for this man.

Not wanting to waste the precious moments you had with him, you just say the first thing that comes into your mind. “You know, you got pretty big hands.”

“Do I?” Hawks’ voice has a hint of amusement and you feel him shift his position so that he’s facing you.

You also sit up and direct your gaze at him. “Yeah, I’ll prove it. Hold up your hand.”

He lifts his hand curiously but stiffens when you place your palm directly against his and add a little bit of pressure. The two of you have held hands on so many occasions, but it always leaves his heart racing every time you touch.

The corners of your mouth curve upwards slightly. “See? Your hands are a lot bigger than mine!”

Hawks takes a brief moment to just gaze at you silently. His mind takes you in as a whole and he’s reminded of how much of an impact you’ve had on his life. His pupils flicker along each feature of your face before ultimately landing on your soft lips.

“Do you wanna compare our lips too? We could use the same method.”

Despite the urge to roll your eyes, all rational thoughts completely vanish from your mind as you immediately crash your lips against his lovingly.

Gojou

“Hey, (Y/N)! Come here for a sec!”

At the sound of Gojou’s voice, you look up from your phone to where the said male was flailing his arms at you. After pocketing your device, you walk over cautiously with one hand on the hidden dagger on your left hip. You never know what your crazy companion might pull on you, so it’s always better to be on guard. You’ve only made that mistake once and it still haunts you to this day. You muster up a strained smile as you approach him. “What’s up?”

The white-haired sorcerer raises his right hand into the air with his palm facing you. “Hold up your hand for me like this.”

You raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously but still lift your hand up as he asks. Once he gets his chance, Gojou pushes his palm forward to come in direct contact with your own. You tense a bit at the sudden touch, but relax when he doesn’t appear to make any other movements. There’s even a small part of you that enjoys how warm his hand is against your colder fingers.

You open your mouth to question his motives, but he beats you to it. “Ah~ It’s a wonder how you can put so much cursed energy into your punches with hands this small.”

A small angry tick mark appears on your forehead at the sudden comment. “Are you giving me permission to punch you?”

“Now, now. No need to get all heated up, dear (Y/N).” There’s a slight shift in Gojou’s expression because he’s well aware that you’d take any opportunity to land a blow on him. However, his amusement seems to subdue any of those thoughts as his face reverts back to his usual smirk.

You tense your leg muscles to deliver a well deserved kick to his shins, but you freeze up when you realize that Gojou is slowly interlocking with your fingers. He takes his time as he gradually curls his long digits around your palm. The gesture seemed a lot more intimate than you’d like to admit.

A sudden memory takes over your mind and you huff with unease. “You better not pull any of that infinity shit on me.”

“Now, why would you assume that?” Gojou replies in a teasing manner.

You scoff. “I heard what you did to that Krakatoa* demon a while back. Right after your little hand stunt, he was practically sent flying back to where he came from.”

If he didn’t have his blindfold on, you would definitely be able to see him wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Were you jealous?”

“Shut up, Gojou.”

“With pleasure, (Y/N).”

The two of you stand in front of each other with your hands still interlocked for another minute before you finally succumb to your impatience. “So, how much longer are we gonna be doing this? Is there a point to this?”

“I just wanted to hold hands with the woman that has captured my heart~” Gojou responds with no hesitation and confidence that leaves you shocked. You begin to sputter at the sudden confession and his smirk widens.

In an attempt to keep his attention, you lower your hand along with Gojou’s to face him more directly. “H-how can you just say that?! Don’t you feel even a little embarrassed?”

“I can say more!” The man just lets out a satisfied laugh at your uncharacteristically flustered state. “You’re the apple of my eye!”

“Can you even see with that blindfold?”

“Why do I need to see when you’re already running through my mind every day?”

“Okay, that’s enough.”

“You’re the beautiful girl of my dreams!”

“Gojou! Stop that!”

You shove his shoulder a bit with your unoccupied hand without much force and even a small giggle escapes your lips in mild amusement. It seems like even you can’t stop Gojou’s charms from making its way into your heart.

“I’m only being honest~ I’m a man of truths!” The man lights up at your smile and a wave of joy falls over him at your positive response to his words.

Feeling lighthearted, you gather up the courage to make a suggestion. “Alright, Mr. Man of Truths. Is it true that we’re going to grab dinner together after the mission for today?”

You feel him tighten his grip on your hand and find Gojou even more endearing when his thumb caresses the back of it.

“Most definitely.”

*Krakatoa: Reference to a volcano in Indonesia, a children’s novel that I once read in 6th grade (The Twenty-One Balloons), and that one hero episode of SpongeBob

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #kuroo #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fic #my hero academia #my hero academia fic #hawks #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fic #gojou #secretpeachtea

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illneverrecover · 5 years ago

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fade into you | kth (m)

➛pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader ➛genre: CEO!Taehyung, Boss!Taehyung, smut, fluff, pwp. ➛word count: 2084 ➛rating: explicit/mature ➛warnings: cursing, slight exhibition, fingering, very light choking, marking, unprotected sex, sex with feelings because Tae is a big softie. ➛summary: You were already sleeping with your boss (at the office, no less). Why not marry him as well? ➛notes: This is dedicated to the sweet & always lovely @la-vie-en-tae in celebration of her birthday. Happy birthday, Cara! I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for always being so sweet & supportive! Also, this can be read as a continuation of a previous drabble of mine, Golden, but it’s not necessary to read it first. This is just basically porn with very minimal plot, just like mama likes it. ➛song: What is Love - EXO // Fade Into You - Sam Palladio and Clare Bowen

Meetings were the absolute worst.

They were always so dull, everyone shuffling around the table just to faux interest in whatever the topic may be and sneak glances at their cell phones under the table. The best part of yours was usually staring at your otherworldly attractive boss; the way his large hands would engulf the edge of the dark wood table, the tight strain of white crisp button down against the expanse of his golden chest, his intense amber stare as he scrutinized and took in every word shared.

You would get lost in him for the entirety of the meeting, eyes never leaving his lean form as he prowled around the room in his perfectly cut suit. He was a sight to be seen, and it was one of the best excuses to stare at him for 60 to 90 consecutive minutes without having to worry about any judgement.

However, today, your little game was different.

Because now when you looked at him, all you could think about what happened the day before. The way he had grasped at your thighs before sliding you up onto his desk, dropping to his knees. The way he nipped and bit at your inner thigh until you were muffling moans with your hand, the other tangled deep into midnight tresses. All you could see in your minds eye as you tried to focus on the man before you was the look on his face when he asked you to marry him, when he slid himself into you so hard that his teeth clattered before he lost himself to the pleasure and the crook of your neck.

Groaning, you cross and uncross your legs, trying to give yourself any form of relief - trying, and failing. This man had just fucked you so hard that your vision was still blurry days later, and yet you were still enraptured with all of the ways he could push you up onto this very table, claim you as his own in front of God and everyone.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at the slight movement, gaze dragging from your calves up to your apex slowly, licking his lips when he finally lands on your eyes. Arousal swims low in your belly, and you’re positive that you’re already so fucking wet that he would be able to just slide right inside of you with a single thrust.

Why did he have this power over you? What kind of demon was he?

Well that answer you did know. He was your personal demon. He was yours.

You hadn’t believed him when he first uttered the words, soft and needy against the column of your throat. Why would you? He was the CEO of this company, and you were just some nobody. Sure, a nobody he had been seeing for a few months, but that’s it. Nothing special, no grand titles or lofty aspirations. Just white hot chemistry and a deeper connection than you had anticipated with your boss.

And yet you knew, he wanted you. He only wanted you.

Letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips, you chance a look up at him as he continues his languid pace, a caged tiger in a glass case. His molten stare was on yours, on every single rise of your chest, and you could feel yourself drenching the thin fabric of your panties. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. You’d take him right here, company be damned-

“That’s all for today. Thank you all for coming, you’re dismissed - with the exception of Miss Y/N. Do you mind staying behind?”

You don’t bother answering, instead smiling with a quick bow, scanning the crowd as they filed out of the room.

Once you were alone, you wait for his next move, eyes watching his sultry stroll around the empty room.

“Was there something you needed from me, Mr. Kim?”

His answering growl had you shivering, and soon he was above you, palm cupping your jaw to tilt your gaze to his own. “There’s always something I need from you, love.”

His pupils were lust blown wide, impossibly black as he peered down at you. It had your throat tightening, swallowing difficult as air left your lungs like a summer breeze. “Oh yeah?” you simper, voice delicate and soft. “Like what?”

A tap at your chin had you rising before him, his arms snaking around your waist to press you hard against his chest. He nosed at your neck, breath hot as it ghosted your ear. “Well first, I need you to say yes to my proposal,”

You hum, eyes rolling back in your head as he nips at the lobe. “Then, I need you to marry me, to be my wife. Be by my side.”

A groan leaves your lips as he glides his way down to your chest, a small part of your brain reminding you that you were still in the conference room, surrounded by transparent walls in your place of employment. Even sleeping with the boss wouldn’t keep you safe from the rumors that would spread if you happened to be caught like this, yet somehow Taehyung always made you forget the risks.

“I already said yes to your proposal, you dork.” Head lolling forward, your hands clasp his cheeks and pull his face back in front of your own. “You have me, Taehyung. I’m yours,” you breathe, affection pouring from each word before your lips collide.

Taehyung always kissed you like he was starving, like sanctuary was only found alongside your tongue, soft and pliant and ready for him. Your knees shake at his passion, collapsing against his form and tugging at his collar so you could feel more, taste him deeper.

You whine when he pulls away, resisting the urge to yank him back to your mouth. A mischievous smirk was awaiting you when your eyes open.

“What, why did you stop? Is there something more?”

He chuckles, the sound gravelly and low, eyes dancing with mirth. “It just so happens there is. Are you willing to hear my proposition?”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, but nod anyway. When he still doesn’t continue, you sigh. “Yes, Mr. Kim.”

A cocky grin was the last thing you saw before your back was pressed to the chilled top of the table, legs dangling over the side. You gasp, moving to sit up until he was stepping between your thighs, letting them fall open to accommodate his form. His hands start tracing patterns down your ribs, landing on the border of your skirt.

He leans forward, mouth inches from your own. “I want you to let me take you right here, in this room. Let me claim you where anyone could see or hear,” he drawls, lips skimming the skin of your jaw. “Let me show them all that you are mine.”

Any protests die in your throat when he latches to your collarbone, nipping and biting until the skin bloomed beneath his ministrations. You knew you should tell him no, that this was not the time nor the place, but you were weak. Weak, enraptured, and completely in love with the man who was unraveling you in a conference room on a Wednesday.

“Yes,” you moan, hands digging into the hair at his nape. “Yes, please.”

You feel him smile against your chest, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse so you were exposed to his greedy mouth. Too impatient to completely undress you, he pushes the cups of your bra down until each pebbled nipple revealed. You squeal when his heated tongue laps at one, fingers expertly rolling the other until your back is arching and your cunt throbbing.

Throwing your head to the side, you notice something through the haze of your lust. “Taehyung,” you whimper, tugging at his hair until he meets your eyes. “Taehyung, what about the glass-”

“Don’t worry, love. At a press of a button, we can make the world disappear.”

Reaching into his suit pocket, he grabs a small remote, clicking it once before tossing it onto a nearby chair, the jacket soon following. The glass quickly fogs into an opaque white, leaving you hidden.

“When were you going to tell me that you could do that?” you pout, pulling yourself up to rest on your elbows. The man before you just gives you a shit eating grin, hands tugging to loosen his belt.

“When the time was right,” he murmurs, undoing his slacks until you could see his length straining against the black of his briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight, legs rising to circle his hips and pull him back towards you.

“You’re insufferable.”

He pushes you flat against the table, large palm pressing against the tender skin of your throat lightly before trailing down your body, leaving heat in his wake before his hands snake up your skirt. “You’re beautiful. And mine,”

He slides off your ruined panties quickly, like it pained him to be away from your center any longer than necessary. Trailing his fingers up your slit, he groans at the slick of your arousal. “I need to be inside you.”

His voice spurs you into action, your hands grasping to free his hardened length, giving the tip a gentle sweep of your thumb. “I need you too, Taehyung.”

You cry out his name when he finally pushes himself inside your heat, nails digging into his golden shoulders as you flush his body to yours. The burn of the stretch has you simpering, his cock splitting you wide as he slid home. He pauses, letting the pain ebb into pleasure, before slamming into you once more, pace feverish. His thrusts were ruthless, hips snapping into yours until the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin under a cacophony of moans.

Despite the assault, all you could think was that you wanted more, wanted him deeper. He was the sweetest poison, his body the most seductive weapon. His eyes never left your own, reverent and dripping with emotion as he watched your reactions to his touch; drinking them in. He was in your heart, in your arms, inside of you. Taehyung was completely under your skin and you weren’t sure where you end and where he begins - and yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Teeth sinking into his lip, you whine into his mouth when he brushes the tender spot inside of you, veins engulfing into flame when he continues to fuck into it until it forces your eyes close.

“Look at me.”

It was an order - or it was meant to be, but the softness of the words contradict the bite. You meet his gaze, all depthless amber, the band low in your gut poised to snap. “Look at me when you come on my cock.”

With a poignant grind of his pelvis, his words have you teetering over the edge, his name spilling out as you reach your peak. He fucks you through it, undulating slowly until your body slows its shivering and your walls stop squeezing against him.

Humming, he leans down to press his lips against yours before picking up his pace, murmuring praise through your over sensitivity. He was close and you could tell, and the idea of him giving into his desires to finish inside of you had you clenching.

“I love you,” you whisper, leaning forward to suckle at the juncture of his shoulder, wanting to leave something of yourself visible on him, too. “Come for me.”

His fingers are bruising when they grasp your hips, steadying so he could slam into you harder. Curses mix with broken sounds of your name as he finally spills inside your aching core, forehead pressed to your own. He stutters through a few more pumps, making sure every drop of his seed remained deep inside before stopping, collapsing against you.

Automatically your hands raise to card through his sweat tinged locks, pulling him until he was nuzzled tightly against you. As the lust wore off, you feel the sharp edges of glass digging into your thighs, the way your ribs ached against the unforgiving wood of the conference table - but with Taehyung, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You never could.

“So,” he pants, tongue wetting his lips. “Does that mean you’ll marry me?”

You laugh then, chest heaving until you could feel the low rumbles of him joining you, plump lips grinning against flushed skin.

“Of course, Mr. Kim.”

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logicalbookthief · 5 years ago

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truly, madly, deeply

I saw @alexxmichael’s call for Forlex fics and I couldn’t resist-- I’d also love to see more content for these two black sheeps, please!

Warnings for jealous!Michael, sappy declarations of love, and shameless use of Savage Garden lyrics.

“Alex!” Michael drawls, moseying over to the bar. Alex pauses his conversation with Maria, eyes flitting toward Michael, who smiles at the pleasant surprise. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

“You don’t usually make it a habit to come to open mic,” Maria observes. “Despite me trying to convince you to participate for months.”

“More like bribe,” Alex snorts. Maria raises a brow, a motion for him to quit avoiding the question and spill. Fiddling with his beer, Alex shrugs. “Forrest asked me to come. He’s playing a song and wanted me here... For moral support, I guess.”

“Forrest?” Michael blinks. “You mean Long--?”

“Hey, alien guy!”

Behind the counter, Maria drops the glass she was cleaning. Michael winces as it smashes onto the floor.

Panic laced with confusion flashes over her face. “What--”

“It’s a nickname,” Alex explains quickly. Calm, assuring.

“Because he’s always researching aliens at the library,” Forrest adds. He grimaces over the counter at the mess. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you. Do you need help?”

“No, no, I’ve got it,” Maria laughs, not a trace of wariness left in her voice. Michael doesn’t blame her for worrying; the alien secret is a hefty adjustment. “Almost time for your set, anyway. Go on, I won’t keep you.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.” Forrest hesitates like he still wants to hop over the bar and help. Hard to believe such a nice guy is related to Wyatt Long.

He does waver over Alex, stopping in front of his stool. Crinkles appear at the corner of his eyes, dimpled by his grin. “I’m glad you could make it,” he says, endearingly pleased by Alex’s presence.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Alex states with a soft smile of his own. “Good luck.”

Forrest leans into Alex’s space to say something more, when Maria curses under her breath. “Shit, that spilled. Guerin, can you grab me the mop?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he says, perking as she pecks his cheek in thanks.

By the time he returns, Forrest is on stage with his guitar. He looks nervous under the lights, dim as they are, yet seems perfectly at ease when he greets the crowd. “This song is dedicated to a very special someone,” he says earnestly, offering a wink for the vague object of his affection. Somewhere to his left, Alex straightens in anticipation.

The first couple of cords sound familiar. As soon as he hits the verse, Michael realizes why. Hollers ring out from the Wild Pony patrons, particularly the delighted women in the crowd.

I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your wish, I’ll be your fantasy

Michael smirks. “Kind of cliché,” he remarks to Alex, whose eyes don’t stray from the stage.

He hums distractedly. “They don’t seem to mind,” Alex retorts, and, yeah, the ladies are loving this. Slow, romantic love ballad sung by an admittedly hunky nerd with an acoustic guitar? Of course they’re smitten.

But Forrest doesn’t seem interested in the attention. Or at least, the attention of his newfound fans. Michael watches his gaze seek out a specific spot at the bar, not far from where he’s sitting actually, almost as if he’s looking at--

The smirk fades. All sound drains out of the room like someone’s pressed down on the volume button.

Michael follows his gaze where it lands on Alex, who’s starting back, the hard lines of his face slackened in awe. He’s wide-eyed, stunned, hardly moving except for the rise of his chest. A rosy blush sits high on cheeks, definitely not from the single, barely-touched beer that lays forgotten.

Forrest must notice the moment Alex realizes, same as Michael, because his grin expands, his voice dipping to take on a more personal note.

Oh can you see it, baby? You don’t have to close your eyes. ‘Cause it’s standing right before you. All that you need will surely come...

His gaze is full of such open, unguarded fondness, Forrest appears and sounds enamored to his core, and Alex is charmed, and how, how the fuck did Michael miss this closeness, this fledgling romance as it took flight under his goddamn nose--

“Pretty good, don’t you think? He’s got a way with that guitar,” Maria comments. Michael jumps. startled by her presence behind him. Two stools away, Alex still has his eyes locked with Forrest, absorbing every ounce of the adoration strumming through the song.

“He isn’t bad,” Michael mutters reluctantly. “Not the best singer.”

“Well, it is open mic night at the Wild Pony. Not American Idol,” Maria reminds lightly. When Michael continues to glower, she puts a hand on her hip. “So he’s a little rough around the edges. So what? Everybody else is enjoying themselves.”

At his lack of response, she wanders down the bar to get a customer her refill. Against every instinct, Michael lets his eyes wander again. He’s drawn back to Alex’s orbit by gravity, maybe, or a force even stronger.

Under Forrest’s gaze, the earlier astonishment blooms into joy. Uncertain, bashful joy that Alex clearly doesn’t know what to do with as it bursts from the seams of his smile. He looks how he does when he’s unfetteredly happy and can’t decide if he deserves to feel that way. He stares at Forrest like he can’t believe Forrest is here, and real, making promises of love and loyalty. Forrest confesses it with all the tenderness the song allows, unafraid, but in a language all their own, privy to their ears only.

Michael can’t look away, even as he realizes, the burst of clarity so sharp and sudden it twists a knot into his stomach, that he has no right to look. This isn’t a moment they’re sharing -- this is the electric thrill of whatever’s passing between Alex and Forrest, and he’s merely a voyeur. He’s an intruder, and that, more than anything else, incenses him beyond reason.

Forrest is singing, singing these words and sentiments to Alex, who is beaming, smiling, falling for a some no-name historian related to that piece of shit Long right before his eyes--

The glass bottles on Maria’s shelves have begun to tremble. His fists have clenched so tight he can feel his pulse through his palm. His heart thrums against his eardrum, an enraged, discordant rhythm. Nothing like the sweet croon of Forrest’s guitar or the gravelly cadence of his voice.

Michael leaps up in a green-hazed fury. Before he can do anything he’ll regret, he’s stalking out of the Wild Pony and into the cold evening air, hoping it’ll clear his head. Applause drifts out into the night, an echo of Forrest’s fans.

Bitterly, Michael wonders how they would react if they know the performer wasn’t fishing for their admiration or affirmation -- the song was a message for an audience of one. That must be why he wanted Alex here. For moral support, I guess.

Yeah, Michael scoffs with nobody except the stars to hear. Even as his heart slows, his fists have yet to loosen. Moral support my ass.

#roswell nm fic #roswell new mexico #forlex #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #forrest long #I know it's Michael's pov so sort of an outside-looking in take on the relationship but #I had this scene so clearly in my head like we BETTER get a distraught reaction once he realizes Forrest and Alex are a Thing #c'mon season two deliver the soft sweet forlex romance we deserve

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alj4890 · 5 years ago

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RCD Appreciation Week Day 7 Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) with the day's prompt of anything goes and with the prompt of a marriage proposal as requested by @krsnlove

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) A Choices: Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fiction

A/N My bff requested another type of proposal between these two. Not a part of my AU's but seemed appropriate to end this week of co-hosting RCD prompts with the lovely @hopelessromantic1352 @lilyofchoices and @moodyvalentinestories

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Rumor Has It

In other entertainment news, look who was caught leaving a very well known jeweler's in Los Angeles! Could it be that the famous director has finally decided to take the marital plunge? Sources close to Thomas Hunt claim that the duchess from Cordonia that is more often than not by his side has somehow caused that cold heart of his to melt. Will we soon see something special on her left hand?

Amanda stared at the screen with jaw dropped. Could it be true? Was Thomas planning on proposing? She fumbled with the remote control and quickly turned the channel when she heard his shower shut off. She finished applying her makeup then tried to zip her dress.

Warm hands brushed hers aside and took over the task. She smiled at Thomas over her shoulder.

"Thank you." She leaned back against him when he placed a kiss along the curve of her neck. Tingling sensations shot through her veins from his touch and imagining him proposing. Good thing sources close to her had not shared how crazy in love she was with him.

"My pleasure." He murmured, lifting his eyes to the mirror. He smiled softly at their reflection.

She kissed his cheek then wiped the lipstick mark off. She couldn't stop the slight blush nor her laughter when he teased her about marking him for her own.

She turned in his arms to kiss his lips tenderly. "I do love you being mine." Amanda admitted.

Thomas gripped her to him and continued the kiss. "Not nearly as much as I do." He stepped back to admire her in her cocktail dress. The green satin had turned her hazel eyes a deep forest green with flecks of gold. He glanced down at her hand. "I believe this is missing something."

Her eyes widened as he held up her left hand. "You do?"

He walked over to his nightstand and picked up a box out of top drawer.

She wondered if he could hear her pounding heartbeat from over there. It looked a little bigger than a ring box but perhaps--

He pulled out her watch. "I found this shortly after you left the last time you visited. The clasp was broken and I took it in to be repaired." He placed it on her wrist and snapped it closed. "There. I know how much you hate not knowing what time it is."

She swallowed down her disappointment. This was what she got for watching all that gossip news show. "Thank you. That was very sweet of you to take it in. How much do I owe you?"

Thomas placed his arms around her once more. "I think I can afford to have your watch fixed." He pressed a kiss to her palm. "Ready to go?"

"Hmm? Yes. Of course." She walked out of his arms and grabbed her purse. Amanda looked at her watch and felt her heart plummet that it seemed to not be the time for Thomas to admit his feelings for her. She decided to not dwell on the rumor being untrue and to enjoy their time together.

He followed her downstairs while putting his blazer on. His eyes remained on her and held a bit of heat as they traveled her curves. "I appreciate you agreeing to attend this dinner with me that the university is hosting."

"Well, I am hungry." Amanda teased.

"So that's the reason you agreed, is it?" He asked, lips curving as he pulled her flush to him. "And here I thought it might have something to do with me."

"It might." She replied, trying her hardest to breathe normally. After all these months dating, his touch combined with the way he looked at her still managed to her heart race.

"I hope so." He softly kissed her.

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A short time later...

Amanda listened with a pleasant expression on her face to the conversation Thomas was having with a few other professors. As the trio debated Ingmar Bergman's films and their influence on today’s cinema, she started daydreaming of this being her possible future. Could I be happy being the wife of a Hollywood director?

She did share his love of movies. She found this particular art of storytelling fascinating. She loved listening to him talk with such passion about it. His dedication to this art form made her excited to see more of the creative process. Thomas might possibly be the most interesting person she knew.

His personality intrigued her. He was a somewhat quiet, serious minded person; yet with her a sweet tenderness and dry sense of humor appeared. He never ceased to amaze her with his thoughtfulness nor his ability to make her smile.

He was completely different from the other men she had dated in the past. Being a member of Cordonia's nobility had put her in the path of a number powerful, confident men in the diplomatic and business professions. A chance encounter with Thomas had been a breath of fresh air. His confidence had come from his accomplishments rather than those of his ancestors or in some form of nepotism.

His deep voice drew her attention back to the conversation. Her eyes traced his handsome features, causing her senses to ruffle with thoughts of past intimate conversations. His eyes met hers, as if reading her thoughts, and he slipped his arm around her waist.

The other two professors walked off to mingle, leaving the couple to a moment of privacy.

"I hope you aren't too bored." Thomas set his empty glass down and gently caressed her cheek.

"Not at all." Amanda quickly assured him.

Thomas lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. "You've been very quiet this evening. Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong." She softly kissed his cheek.

He slipped his other arm around her. "Do you think you will enjoy your visit? It will be fairly uneventful while I finish up these next few weeks of lectures."

"Thomas, I prefer the non event days." She linked her arms around him. "I love it when we can just relax and be together, just the two of us."

His concerned frown eased with her reassurance. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead and then addressed the next person to call his name.

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Middle of the night...

"There you are." He came up behind her and leaned against the railing of his balcony. "Can't sleep?"

Amanda shook her head while looking out over his backyard. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I usually stand out on my balcony at night when I can't sleep back home."

Thomas settled his hand over hers. "What's on your mind?"

She looked down while a rueful grin formed. "Life in general I suppose."

"Much too complicated to figure out at four in the morning." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Come back inside." He tugged her back into his room.

She climbed back into bed and let out a deep, contented sigh when he scooted closer behind her. His hands caressed her back and shoulders while his lips touched the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. His hands moved around to her front and pulled her back against his chest.

She turned over and smiled sleepily. "I thought you wanted me to go back to sleep."

"I don't recall saying that." He replied. The way he looked at her made body tingle.

"I see." Humor lurked in her eyes as she met his steady gaze. "So your concern for my being outside had an ulterior motive."

"Not completely ulterior." He argued, while kissing up to her lips. "I believe I have never hid this from you."

She laughed while kissing him. "You are very lucky I adore you."

He paused before giving her a thought stealing kiss. "Yes, I am."

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A few days later...

While Thomas lectured, Amanda quietly slipped into one of the empty chairs. She looked around at the class hurriedly writing notes to what he was saying. She propped her chin on her hand and observed him for the first time in professor mode.

She had been curious after hearing Addison's description of his teaching methods. Since he planned on taking her to an early dinner and movie, they had decided to meet at the university. It had been her idea to come a little earlier than planned to sneak into the auditorium and watch him in action.

As he spoke of Leo McCarey's method of mostly improvisation instead of script for the 1937 movie, The Awful Truth; Amanda felt herself fall for this side of his persona. His fierce frown at some of the more asinine questions posed by his students made her lips tremble with suppressed laughter. Though he was harsh in his impatience, he still made the effort to answer each student's query.

His dark eyes swept the class, checking to make certain there were no other misconceptions when he doublebacked on Amanda. Her smile brought his own out. His students stared at him in shock before searching for the source of this strange phenomenon. Thomas realized what he had done and quickly dismissed the class early.

Amanda gathered her jacket and purse.

"A word, Ms. Bridgerton." He called out in a stern tone.

She coughed on a laugh as she approached. "Yes, professor?"

He stepped down with his satchel and stopped before her. He cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. "If I had known you would be observing the class, I would have attempted to make it more interesting."

She smiled and straightened his tie. "I found it very interesting. Most of what you discussed has some of my favorite moments with Cary Grant." Her eyes met his. "Plus it helped that the professor is so handsome. Very difficult to ignore."

He smiled before urging her out of the classroom.

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Amanda's eyes widened at the table set with candles and roses. "I thought this was supposed to be a more casual dinner." She tugged at her short black knit dress with whimsical stars on it.

Thomas's warm hand moved up and down her back in a soothing caress. "Just because it's casual doesn't mean it can't be romantic." He pulled her chair out for her.

She sat down and thanked the waiter once their wine was poured. "Are we celebrating something?"

"No." He took her left hand in between his hands. "Can I not occassionaly try and make you feel special?"

Amanda gently squeezed his hand. "I think I could live with that."

His expression remained serious. "Could you live happily with that?"

She chuckled. "I can't think of anyone who doesn't enjoy being made to feel special."

He looked down at her hand. "Do you ever think of the future?"

She picked up her glass and nodded. "Of course. Doesn't everyone?"

He frowned for a moment. "Have you thought about a future with me?"

She coughed in her wine glass. She set it down while she strangled on the sip and tears came to her eyes. Oh Lord. Why did I have to have something like this happen at such a moment? She avoided all the curious looks cast her way from the other patrons.

Thomas rubbed her back while she tried to breathe. She wiped her tears and spoke in a raspy voice. "In case that was misunderstood, I have thought of a future with you."

His lips curved briefly. "And what do you see?"

Her cheeks flared with color. "I...I see us having a life together, one with a home and a family." She squirmed under his unwavering stare. "It is difficult not thinking of the possibility when you make each time we are together so lovely."

"And here I thought it was your fault for such thoughts." He teased.

Her entire face was red. She looked out the window their table was near and tried to get her thoughts together. "I can't see that I have done much of anything."

"Only made me fall for you more and more each and every time we are together." Thomas looked down at her hand. "I did not expect nor look for it to happen. Then meeting you threw out my eternal bachelor plans."

Amanda's lips parted in surprise. She sat there silently while he raised her hand to his lips. "I do not admit to such lightly. I am not one to succumb to love as easily as others. I'm also certain I'm not expressing this as one would typically...but I do love you with all my heart."

Amanda gripped his hand. "I love you too."

He studied her eyes as if to make certain it was true before pulling out a ring box. "Then perhaps you would be willing to marry me." He opened it and lifted a diamond ring from the velvet interior. He gently slid it over her finger.

He waited for her to respond. She seemed incapable of both words and looking at the ring. Right when he was about to take back his proposal, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her hands gripped his blue dress shirt while her lips moved over his again and again. He held her close and ignored the surprised gasps and whispers of the restaurant's patrons.

She slowly ended the kiss. "I would love to marry you." She whispered against his lips. "I can't think of a single thing on this earth that would make me happier than spending my life with you."

He slammed his lips down on hers. Their waiter cleared his throat and nervously asked if they were ready to order

"Can we go home?" Amanda whispered in Thomas's ear.

He stood up so quickly the waiter jumped. "Here. Keep whatever is left over for a tip." Thomas quickly handed the waiter a couple of hundred dollar bills while yanking Amanda along with him out the door.

He gently pushed her into the car and followed in after her the moment paparazzi appeared. As the driver pulled away, Amanda rested her head against his shoulder and looked down at her hand. Her engagement ring sparkled in the passing streetlights.

"When did you know?" She asked.

Thomas looked down at her. "Knew what?"

"That you loved me?" She swallowed nervously. "I knew I was falling in love with you shortly after we started spending time together."

Thomas's expression softened. "I believe I knew fairly early on that I was losing my heart to you."

"Why didn't you ever say something?"

He smoothed her hair behind her ear. "You were not exactly as forthcoming with how you felt about me."

He could see her blush in the darkness.

"I wasn't certain you would want me to admitting to being in love with you." She confessed. "You do have a reputation for ending relationships quickly."

He softly groaned before cuddling her closer to his side. "I supppse I do." Thomas nuzzled her neck. "And yet you came along and changed all that. I actually wanted to prolong every visit. Planning for the next time I could see you was the only aspect that made saying goodbye each time easier."

Amamda turned her head and met his lips in a kiss. "I believe this ring is a promise that one day we won't have to say goodbye."

Thomas looked into her eyes. Her hand softly caressed his cheek. He pressed his lips there and held still for an extra beat. "I am going to need that day to be soon."

"Good." She replied. Her lips curved with all the happiness she was feeling. "I was hoping I wasn't the only one who needed that too."

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Three weeks later....

Breaking entertainment news tonight: Thomas Hunt ended his dating relationship with Lady Amanda Bridgerton this past weekend. In what was believed to be an invite to a Christmas party, ended up being a secret wedding ceremony for the couple. Those nearest to the couple were surprised not only to find out the two were engaged but that they were marrying right then.

Our own Ana de Luca was one of the guests invited. She reports that the touching ceremony was held in front of a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in Hunt's living room. Friends and loved ones from both Cordonia and Hollywood celebrated late into the night with the bride and groom. The newlyweds are rumored to be postponing their honeymoon until after the holidays. When asked by Ana what their plans are until then, they are reported to have smiled at one another and said, "Nothing, except spend time together."

#rcdaw #rcd appreciation week #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt rcd #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x amanda

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honeylikewords · 4 years ago

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B, R, U, and Y for Walter please!

Oh, oh, thank you! I love my dear Walter so much and no one knows about him but he’s my favorite! Thank you for sending in a request for my utterly adored Walter :’3

Now, without further ado... here we go!

(Letters come from this prompt list!)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?):

I think Walter does want kids... someday.

He used to have a whole plan for his life: serve a few tours, come home, settle down as an accountant, meet a cute girl, get married, all that good stuff. But then all that happened overseas and he was conscripted into Homecoming for “treatment” for his trauma, which only made him more traumatized than he ever could have feared. And that delayed... everything.

After a few years hiding from Geist and Homecoming, safe out in California, in a cabin in the warm, wooded arms of Yosemite, his memories returning and a new, blooming calmness filling his soul, Walter finds himself in love, and, once again, thinking about the future, and in his mind’s eye, the future holds himself, his beloved, and little ones who look just like them.

Walter struggles to feel confident about that feeling, though, because he doesn’t know if he’s, you know, “alright enough” to be considering becoming a father. He worries he’s too broken, too unstable to risk endangering a tiny, helpless little person. He worries day in and day out that his lover will leave him, and if they introduced a child to that and she left, taking their baby away... he’d never recover. Ever.

They do eventually get to talk about it and she reassures him that she won’t ever leave, but that they should definitely take their time in moving towards a child; he’s spent so much of his life in service of others, in pain, all alone, that maybe he deserves a good few years of happiness and privacy before having a baby.

She wants to have kids, and she does want them to be his kids, but he deserves freedom, to taste what that’s like, to savor his youth, before he devotes himself to this new little person who will need him forever, and in whose service he will be for the rest of his life. And while that will be wonderful, it needs to come at a time when he’s ready for it, and not a moment too soon.

Walter, of course, feels relieved to hear that, and it helps him get a more concrete, reassured feeling about his future, his life, and about enjoying this time, just the two of them, while he has it.

So while he’s working on himself, enjoying his youth and his love with his sweet girl, he’s confidently hopeful that, someday, he and his lovely one will have a baby of their own (and many more after)!

Besides, his mom would never let him hear the end of it if he didn’t give her grandkids.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?):

It does rain every so often in Yosemite, where Walter has chosen to live, and on those days, he stays in the cabin. He likes to get warm under a big blanket on the couch, his girlfriend cuddled up to his chest, and put on a movie. He loves to riff on movies, and calls these days in their “Mystery Cabin Theater 3000 (Trademark Walter Cruz And Definitely No One Else)” (yes, he says all of that out loud). He loves to make fun of overdramatic, maudlin romance movies and suggest that something dark is going on behind the scenes, make fun of schmaltzy lines, or point out how dumb and contrived the plot is.

They both have so much fun with it, and Walter loves hearing her laugh, knowing that it was his stupid joke that made her smile so much.

He also likes to cook with her on rainy days, dedicating a whole day to the kitchen, trying something new or doing an old favorite, especially if it’s one that takes a lot of time. Walter especially enjoys baking with her, since he’s typically worked on savory dishes or less finicky foods, and baking is so different and specific.

They’ve made several pies on such days, and Walter enjoys nothing more than eating a meal they’ve made together, sitting side by side, and being able to cut into the pie at the end of the day and taste the labors of their love.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?):

For Walter, it’s working with his hands. Any project he can throw himself into and distract himself with keeps him from letting his thoughts spiral somewhere dark, and if the project he’s working on is for someone else, or in service of someone he loves, he feels even better about it.

He loves to do woodwork in the yard, help with gardening (he’s an especially good weed-puller), or even do mundane things like clean around the house or do the dishes. Some tasks he likes to do with his girlfriend-- the dishes go a lot faster if he washes and she dries or vice-versa, and gardening is great when they’re both talking and digging up the old flower beds to make room for new plants-- but other times, he needs to do it alone.

Walter sometimes needs to just be on his own, in his own space, doing his own work. He can’t always have the energy to talk or listen, and, if he’s stressed out and in need of relaxing time, he might be getting into a headspace where being around other people will only make him more stressed. It isn’t that he doesn’t love her, or doesn’t find her presence soothing, but just needs time to be able to think about nothing but work. Her loveliness would only be distracting.

If not working with his hands and, instead, needing to just chill out and be with someone who loves him, he likes to lay in bed and let his sweetheart massage his shoulders, back, and legs; he’s especially happy if a tight joint or cluster of vertebrae pops, easing the tension. He loves when she puts on some music they both like-- whether playful, upbeat tunes, movie soundtracks, or moody guitar grooves-- or a film they both enjoy, and he gets to lay on his stomach while she works his tight muscles and helps him de-stress.

If he’s in a very, very bad, stressed out headspace, Walter may need to go take a long, long drive out into the city and head to the gun range. It’s not something he likes to do often, but sometimes, it’s the only thing that quiets the noise in his head and lets out the pent up soldier-layover tension inside him.

However, that’s very rare; if he’s going to bother taking the long drive out into town, Walter will get his sweetheart in the car with him and drive to the big mall, the one with the movie theatre, and they’ll mill around the stores, get something to eat, maybe buy Walter a new, ugly, novelty t-shirt, and see a movie. They’ll see anything, good or bad, though they do so many garbage-movie viewings at home that they like to, usually, spend their day at the theatre seeing something worthwhile.

The experience of being somewhere new, not having anything to think about but the story unfolding on the screen? It calms Walter down and distracts him, and by the time the film’s credits are rolling, he’s relaxed and rested, ready to take on the rest of the day with his girl.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?):

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Walter thinks about getting married pretty often!

It went off the radar for a while there during and immediately after the events of Homecoming (both the narrative and when he was under the direct control of the organization of the same name), and Walter wondered if it would ever be a possibility, now that he was so... damaged, by his own estimation.

He’d never seriously dated in high school-- he was too young to, and he knew he’d be shipping out at 19, so he didn’t have any desire to break her heart or his own by tying down too tight-- but he did know he wanted to get married and have a family when his service was over.

Tragically, that was all off-put by the horrors of the Homecoming Initiative and by his need to escape, and it delayed Walter’s life in every possible area. Everything was taken from him, and he needed to build himself back up from square one. Not exactly the best time to be considering a lifetime partnership.

He spent a long time alone, just driving from town to town, piecing himself back together, a patchwork quilt of returning memories and new experiences, of loneliness and claustrophobic surrounding by others. He just kept going, driving along in relative silence, letting the radio fill the space of the passenger seat, and his thoughts would drift to wanting someone there, by his side; someone loyal and loving, someone to trust and treasure, to hold above all others.

He waited, though, and kept drifting, but would pass couples on the street, see them holding one another and kissing and floating in their own miasmas of happiness, and his heart would ache, tugged by a longing he had always known would be there, but had no idea would be so powerful.

Now, years later, as he holds his girlfriend, tender and sweet and trustworthy, he looks at her and thinks about the future. He thinks about the way forever might feel, and about how he may never have to go so long with an empty passenger seat; how would it feel to be a permanent fixture in someone else’s life? And how damn pretty would she look in white?

Though he’s waiting for the perfect moment to really put it all together, Walter’s got plans in the back of his mind. He wants it all to feel special, but honest, never anything showy or splashy. He wants her to have all of him, raw and honest and happily vulnerable, not too practiced or poncey. Walter wants to just... have it be right.

Not like a movie, not like a song, not like a story; just right. Real.

And someday, he’s going to know when to say it. And when he does, he hopes his whole life will change for the better, because she’ll be in it, forever side by side.

Thank you for sending this in! I love writing for Walter so much; he’s such an underappreciated gem!

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#long post #messages #anonymous #walter cruz #gif warning

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thotantics · 6 years ago

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heyy, could i request nct reaction (i think) to their s/o wanting to have sex while pregnant????😘

Taeyong

I think Taeyong is definitely the type to admire and be fascinated by the way your body changes during pregnancy. Because of this, I can see him being very touchy - even more so than usual. With his hands always on you, he wouldn’t be too surprised if his touch frequently got you in the mood. He’ll smile coyly at you, and lead you to the bedroom where he’ll spoil you with his hands, mouth and cock, in any ways that you ask him to.

“You look so beautiful carrying my child, I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Taeil

Genuinely afraid of disturbing the baby or making you even more uncomfortable than you already are. Taeil knows pregnancy isn’t easy on you, even on the days when morning sickness isn’t plaguing you you’re body is sore and tired from growing an entire human being inside of it. If you initiate sex, he’ll gladly give it to you but he probably won’t initiate it often himself. And when you do have sex, he’s more gentle than ever, and his focus is 100% on making you feel good.

“You’re horny? Would you like me to make you cum on my tongue, my sweet?”

Johnny

Like Taeyong, Johnny really admires the changes your body goes through when you become pregnant - the swell of your breasts, hips, belly and anywhere else is softer, more supple, definitely more irresistible to the touch. Johnny will be giving you that “I wanna be inside of you” look from across the room like, 24/7 pretty much. So whenever you murmur into his ear that you need him to make you cum, he’s delighted to please you in any way you want.

“You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Yuta

Dedicated, passionate, fully turned on, too - Yuta is very into your pregnancy. He’s going to be stuck to your side like glue pretty much the whole time. Very protective. But also really, really in love. He’s really into pregnancy sex. Yuta will swear your inner walls feel tighter and your labia more swollen and pink than normal. He’ll also try to get you to lactate as soon as possible, and when you’re nursing, he wants to get you off when your breasts are full. You won’t have to initiate sex with Yuta because he’ll be ready to go at any point. Just give him the ok and he’s rock hard.

“Let’s see if I can make you cum so hard your tits leak for me again..”

Kun

Ahhh, he’s rly sweet. He thinks you’re SO cute pregnant and everything you do warms his heart. So excited to be parents with you, his idea of foreplay is laying in bed naked together while he pets your tummy and you talk about who’s nose the baby will have. When you’re interested in sex, he’s not hesitant about it at all but he will be cautious with whatever position he takes you in. Sex will be vanilla. He’s really passionate tho, and always makes you cum first.

“I hope our baby is as gorgeous as his or her mother. You’re really glowing, you know. Pregnancy suits you.”

Doyoung

I think Doyoung has a high sex drive but I also think he’s an anxious guy. He’ll worry a lot about your baby the whole time you’re pregnant. It’ll be at the forefront of his mind always. When you’re having sex he has this knee-jerk sort of thought that creeps up like “What if this is making the baby motion sick, all this bouncing around?” or “Maybe we should be quiet so we don’t upset the baby..” I think overall he’ll be able to talk through these fears because realistically, he’ll know he has nothing to worry about and these things are natural, but he’ll need a little reassurance.

“I’m sorry, jagiya, it’s just my paternal instincts or something trying to kick in maybe.”

Ten

Similar to Yuta, I think Ten is really into your pregnancy. Finds you incredibly sexy. He can’t resist your soft skin, peppering kisses over you constantly and smoothing his hands across your cute bump. He lets you approach him for sex just because he doesn’t want to come across as insensitive to how difficult it can be for you to carry a child for nine months. His foreplay always starts with a foot rub and a quick check in to make sure you’re feeling alright, because he lives to pamper you during this time.

“Is that all you want, sex? Are you hungry? I’ll run you a bubble bath afterwards, if you like.”

Jaehyun

Turns into the softest boy alive tbh :((( He’s so so sweet always but when there’s life growing in your tummy? He’s extra special sweet. Jaehyun is 100% the type of man who will spoil his s/o rotten, and I think he’ll be a dedicated father as well. He’ll give you anything you could ever possibly dream of, all with a dazzling, prince charming smile on his face. Sex is no exception. Expect passionate love making during those special months, and lots and lots of adoring looks from Prince Charming himself.

“Did you say you’re horny? *chuckles* Aw, baby, you’re so cute. Come here, let me take care of you.”

Winwin

I can picture Sicheng being really nervous, too. Like Taeil, he understands being pregnant is hard physically and mentally and he worries sex will make you feel even more uncomfortable than you already are. If you show interest, he’ll do what he can to make you feel better, but he’s also worried about disturbing your unborn child.

“What if I poke him in the head with it??”“Sicheng, honey...no penis is that long.”

Jungwoo

Cautious but he thinks you’re really cute with your baby bump and he definitely finds you irresistible. Idk why but I got this mental image of Jungwoo like, not wanting to “bother you” with his worries and instead, having a whole literal list of things to talk to your doctor about. Sex is one of those in the first few visits, and once he gets the all-clear he won’t worry about it anymore. Gentle with you, though, but he’ll fuck you however you like, whenever you like.

“I love the way you feel, sweetheart. So soft and beautiful and moaning so pretty for me~”

Lucas

Really, really protective of you the whole nine months. Will not let you out of his sight. If he runs to the store to get you something you’re craving, he’ll text you the whole time. Dotes on you, praises and compliments you constantly. If you’re feeling needy you won’t need to say anything, he’ll notice and he’ll take care of you. Very passionate and slow, he’ll be more tender in those moments than you’d ever seen him be before, and it’ll bring the two of you that much closer together, mind, body, and soul.

“Keep your eyes open, love. Are you getting close? God, I love you so much..”

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littlecrookedheart · 6 years ago

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Fluffy Alphabet

Pairing : Tom x Clove

Word Count :

Rating : Fluff! A teensy bit of suggestion, nothing more.

Template courtesy of @pixelburied

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A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

Their first big fight, the one that really matters, stemmed from miscommunication. Clove was feeling insecure, which snowballed into an exchange of cruel words on both of their parts. Thankfully, they worked through and made up. You can read the whole thing here.

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Tom's absolute favorite thing about Clove is that, despite her back story, she is soft. This just so happens to be her favorite thing about him, too.

They are able to fight anything that stands in their way and do so almost fearlessly, but when it comes to their moments - the moments in between and after, they have one another. Whether that's tickles on the couch or stuffing their faces full of cookies and pizza, whispering sweet nothings or their closest form of intimacy, they cherish their ability to get rid of walls when they're together.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

They both have a tendency to reach for their phones and document things. Tom loves taking selfies with her and requires multiple each time, and Clove likes taking pictures of him to scroll through later. He was pleasantly surprised when finding that she has an entire album dedicated to random candid moments of his, and sometimes does things she'd think to be cute while she's holding her phone, just to give her a little something extra.

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

They've never really been a couple who plan anything even kind of elaborate, though Tom does try. He knows she prefers nights in, so he likes to surprise her with her favorite foods and snacks and either a pile of blankets or a cute pillow fort. They both consider these nights, “date nights,” and it's kind of an inside joke.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Awkward. Much of the first month consisted of Clove flirting, Tom missing her advances, and fighting the supernatural. Not the grandest of times.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

Amazing. Andy and Clove get along super well, which makes Tom over the moon. He loves when Andy visits and they all play Mario Kart or go on walks together and thinks their sassy personalities go hand in hand. He doesn't even mind when he becomes the butt end of their joke.

Tom and Clove's bestie, Ricky, didn't meet in person for a few months, but they quickly became buddies and they even have their own group chat with Elliot for when Tom has some...plans... about doing something special for her. 😉

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Tom always wants to pay for things because he thinks it's chivalrous, but Clove couldn't care less. Truth is, it's always kind of a battle with these two. They love to spoil one another and do so very often, no matter if it's a new item or something hand made.

Clove spun and sculpted an entire collection of MCU mugs for Tom’s first birthday when they were together, which inspired him to start sketching again as he did in middle school (inspired by one of his heroes, Ben Park.) He draws her cute little doodles on the mirror in dry erase marker and she swoons every single time.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

Clove is a laying down hugger. So in other words, she likes to face Tom, wrap her arms around him, and simultaneously hold each other. Tom doesn't hug people too often apart from his family and close friends on occasion, but he absolutely adores her hugs. He often comments on her scent and softness, and she melts in his warmth.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

Too many. Like, actually too many. Sometimes it's hard to keep track.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Tom surprises himself at his lack of jealousy now that they're together. At first, he second guessed himself more than he should have, but now he knows how solid they are. Clove, however, tends to harbor a bit of jealousy when others check him out. She never says anything and she doesn't make a show of it, but he notices the look in her eyes when she catches someone admiring his looks. He'll jokingly elbow her and wiggle his eyebrows, mouthing, “Love you,” and she holds his hand a little tighter as if to thank him for that gentle reassurance.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

They both initiate in their own ways, very distinctly. Tom starts slow, usually gently swiping his fingers across her waist as he pulls her in, sweetly rubbing his nose with hers before he kisses her. He prefers pecks in public, but when they're in a safe place, he drinks her kisses like fine wine. Slow, steady, loving, almost as if he's afraid he'll run out of her. Kissing Tom is an experience, one that fills her entire heart with butterflies no matter how many times she's done it.

Clove's kisses are just as gentle, but mix in a heap of sensuality. She doesn't care who sees, but respects Tom's aversion to too much PDA. She kisses him with fire, whether slow burning or fierce flickers, leaving lingering love marks on that special place just behind where his hair falls on his neck. Not too dark, but enough for him to hold onto in moments of her absence. He is a big fan of this.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

You already know the canon version, but in my fic universe...the night they finally become intimate. He's so nervous for her to say it, and it's almost a fight to fit it in, but it's a tender and beautiful moment.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

Clove is a horror girl at heart, even after the wild experiences they have in Pine Springs. Tom is okay with this, and he happily binges films with her, but he really loves anything related to the MCU and anything funny or action packed. When they can't decide what to watch, they put Bob's Burgers on and snuggle, which genuinely is their routine nowadays. They love it.

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

Tom's nicknames for Clove, in order of his most to least fave : Love, Angel, Babe, Baby

Clove's nicknames for Tom, in order of her most to least fave : Tommy, Baby, Babe, Honey, Sweetie, Dear

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

Clove will argue that she's always known, and stands by that. In truth, it was one moment soon after meeting him, after their first kiss in Westchester, when he was falling asleep while they'd gone out for pizza. He jolted up to pretend he wasn't asleep, hair falling in his face. He said, “I'm awake! You're pretty.” She knew.

Tom knew she was the one very early on but doesn't have one moment pinpointed. She reminds him each morning that she kisses his cheeks and every time she calls him, “Tommy.”

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Pizza, specifically pizza from the good bread place down by the spice market. They have the best cheese pulls and Tom is a huge sucker for their jalapeño breadsticks on the side.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

No. Even during their biggest fight, neither of them could fathom leaving the other. This would have been catastrophic for them, as both of them have their hearts and minds set on only loving one another.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Tom is very nurturing, as taught by his grandparents at a young age. She loves when he sings, and though he doesn't do it often, he will always delight her ears when she's down. He likes to light her favorite candles, prepare her bath water, he warms her towel and makes her snacks. He's even sat on the bathroom floor and held her hand during one of said baths, which has quietly become one of her most treasured memories of their relationship.

Clove knows exactly what Tom needs in all of his moods, especially the down ones. He thrives on positive affirmations, so much of the time, she will spoon him and brush his hair with her fingers while telling him how wonderful he is and how much she loves him. He gets tingles when she plays with his hair and sometimes he'll give her puppy dog eyes and sit on the floor in front of her, leaning his head back into her lap. She loves it too and doesn't mind the extra practice for if they ever have a long haired baby one day.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

These two are the epitome of soft for one another. Just this morning, Tom was pouring a bowl of cereal after Clove had gone to her studio. He noticed her lipstick stain on the mug she'd left on the counter, and it almost made him tear up. He just really loves her, okay? On her way to the studio, he sent her a good morning selfie and she felt her insides go melty. She pulled into the parking lot and held her phone to her chest, smiling, before sending one back. She just really loves him, okay?

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

They text each other random things all day long, which usually consists of memes and bad jokes, but Tom loves her studio selfies. She'll even use clay scraps to spell out silly messages and send them to him, while he sends her scrunch faced pictures in return. They're ridiculously sappy and even more cute.

As for phone calls, they don't have those very often, and the ones they do...well, this is meant to be SFW...so let's skip it.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Clove was shocked when Tom revealed himself to be very, very clean. He doesn't leave things around, he does his dishes as he uses them, and his apartment always smells as clean as it looks. Sometimes he misses laundry, but for the most part, he's a clean guy. She differs from him a little, meaning she will leave things in the living room (like books, magazines, makeup) creating a little clutter. Tom secretly likes this, because it makes him feel like his place is becoming a home. Their home.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Clove's art skill is way more than she'd ever let on, so much so that her only job is her art - and it's enough. She is mad talented and very self sustaining, and this is her point of pride. She loves what she does and she knows she's among the best.

Tom’s great at anything technical and can figure things out very quickly. This enables him to essentially breeze through college and also maintain his new job position at a tech firm. He's an excellent learner and a fast one at that, and he is very proud of where he's headed.

They are proud of one another for these things, sure, but more so, they are proud of one another for the strength and fire they each hold.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

You'll just have to wait and see.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

Hate is a strong word, but Clove really does wish he'd remember to put the seat down. He usually laughs and calls her, “little wet booty,” but she really, really doesn't think it's funny. On the other end, Tom wishes she'd stop leaving bobby pins and matches everywhere. The girl loves candles and the sound a match makes when it strikes, but he's sick of picking them up all the time.

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

They post about their relationship on special occasions and extra sappy days, but they do frequently post updated photos together.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

They're both dog people and they'd love one or two, but they're waiting to get a house instead of Tom's little apartment and her studio. Clove also wouldn't mind some kind of rodent, but when she held a mouse up to him at the pet store, he may have shrieked a little. No rodents for Tom.

#tom x clove #tom sato #softs #write things

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dirkgentle · 6 years ago

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tiny thing for @protectiveforce !!

“ You know, Todd, I don’t care much about Valentine. ”

For the sake of the record, it should be noted that Dirk woke up at the break of dawn feeling rather as though his heart was just about ready to crawl up his throat. Which, yes, he’s aware might sound like a worrying medical condition, but he’s quite sure the phenomenon’s ENTIRELY related to the sleepy-eyed, blanket-cocooned wonderfulness of Todd Brotzman curled up next to him. Todd, who’s all his for the day: the agency is closed down due to important domestic business, their phones have very wisely been shut off ( and, hopefully, up ), and there’s reason to trust that the flat is blissfully empty of anything verging even remotely on the dangerous and boyfriend-devouring side of things. Now, only seconds after Dirk dragged his adorably tousled darling out of bed, his heart STILL doesn’t seem to have rediscovered its ability to not explode all the sodding time. But how could it? Todd feels so soft and dream-warm in Dirk’s arms ( wrapped lovingly around him from behind as they are ), and his long, unfairly swoop-y eyelashes tickle butterflyishly against Dirk’s palms where they rest across his boyfriend’s face. “ I’ve never even met him. Her? Really, no idea what all the fuss is about. I think it should be called Todd’s Day instead. Brotzday?? A day dedicated solely to spoiling your very favourite Todd! Although I do suppose I would have a lot of competitors to tourney. You must be everyone’s favourite Todd! You’re certainly mine. Not that you’d be surprised to hear it; you’re my favourite everything! ”

Smiling exuberantly to himself, the detective steers his beloved past the veritable jungle of flowers that bloomed up in the living room overnight. He pauses only briefly to snatch the head off a particularly nice-smelling pink flower - cruel, but necessary, considering the circumstances -, tucking it snugly behind his boyfriend’s ear. There. Perfect. “ No peeking! Everything’s a surprise! ” If there’s a hint of panic to be observed, it’s soon quenched when Dirk slaps his hands across Todd’s eyes once more --- and the task absolutely does require both of his hands, what with the mind-boggling ENORMOUSNESS of those eyes. Some wary part of his brain is convinced Todd can still magically see past the barrier of Dirk’s fingers. Incidentally, it’s the very same part that continuously fails to understand how anyone’s anatomy can have this much of a propensity for extremes: extremely hug-able, extremely soft, extremely sweet-lipped, extremely attractive, extremely beautiful in absolutely every last way. It’s simply not humanly possible, nor very believable. Yet here he is, extremely inconvenienced by Todd’s toddness as usual. So much so that he absolutely needs to plant a fond little kiss on the back of his boyfriend’s neck before they pick up their journey through the flower-infested room. And then another one on the tender little curve where Todd’s nape meets his shoulder. For good measure, duh.

“ Oh, sorry, don’t trip! Wait, I’ll allow you to open your eyes in just a second -- ” Nudging the bathroom door open with a somewhat clumsy kick of his knee, Dirk shoves their entangled selves forward until they nearly collide with the bathtub. The wonderfully transformed bathtub, glistening with the many colours of the first Valentine’s surprise Dirk thought up for their very special occasion. Truthfully, he could hardly be more satisfied with his work. “ Ta-dahh! ” When he releases Todd’s face from his blinding grip, the detective watches eagerly for any twitch of emotion, bouncing almost hysterically on his socked feet. “ You see --- oh --- yes! What BETTER way to start the international day of sweetness than this?! I surmise you find yourself plagued by questions, Mr Easily-Readable-Eyebrows Brotzman! The whole affair’s actually quite logical and simple to explain, though. It goes without saying that my first obvious thought was to fill the tub with rose petals, but !! Todd! Have you got any idea how much those buggers cost?! We both know we’re not exactly swimming in money - nor, indeed, in rose petals - after that regrettable incident with Mr Jimenez’ high-priced furbie collection. Although to be fair, he totally overreacted! So --- !! I opted for the only rational solution and bought sixty kilos of THESE! ”

Still beaming with pride, he fishes out a handful of brightly shining jelly beans and allows them to trickle joyfully back into the tub --- except for the lime-green one he sticks unceremoniously between Todd’s slightly parted lips. “ Bean bath !! It’s much more elegant anyway, wouldn’t you say? Come to think of it, rose petals are just the littlest bit pedestrian, right? Anyone can do rose petals. At least with these, we’ll never run out of dessert! Don’t worry, I got them quite cheap. ” A downright brilliant impulse crosses Dirk’s unresisting mind, and he obliges without hesitation. One of the many { many! } advantages of Todd’s smallness, after all, is that he can effortlessly be picked up whenever and consequently placed wherever one likes ( even though it’s earned Dirk no small amount of glares in the past and one time even a half-hearted punch to the chest ). He watches on with unmitigated delight as his boyfriend becomes engulfed in the tide of sweets and then follows with a huge leap, beans springing every which way. “ Oh, darling, they really bring out the blue of your eyes! Okay, look, we have a big day ahead of us! Firstly, you absolutely MUST be fed strawberries for breakfast. No eye-stabbing included this time. I’ve bought so many ??, and they’ve travelled an even longer distance than me to get here! Secondly, I want you in bed for HOURS. I watched some very interesting video tutorials on ... oh, doesn’t matter, you’ll see. You mentioned how utterly cheesy you find those heart-shaped pizzas, remember?, so that’s lunch settled. Yes, we’ll TOTALLY have pineapple on them! I’m hoping it’ll rain at some point in the afternoon, because if it will? I’m so going to stand on the street and gaze longingly at the window for at least fifteen minutes. Maybe ten. Well, let’s say five. Oh! If there’s no rain, perhaps you could pour a few buckets of beans on me !! That’ll solve part of the problem I’m second-thoughtily fearing I may have caused, now that we’re chest-deep in it. After that, we’ve got all evening for your plans, which I’m hoping involve cuddles, since that would coincide almost SPOOKILY with my own preferences. ------ Todd!!! ”

Finally, finally Dirk finds himself forced to pause for breath, chest heaving with dizzying enthusiasm as he reaches out and gives his bamboozled ( and bambeanzled ) darling a thorough shake by the shoulders. “ Today is going to be PERFECT! Any day with you is always going to be perfect, but this one, God ... ” It seems that his eyes can never not mist over when he leans in to touch their foreheads together and breathe the tiniest kiss to Todd’s soft lips --- softer than any sea of rose petals. This time is no exception. “ Todd, you’re ... you’re here. With me. Even though I toppled over your entire life, even though I filled our bathtub with beans, Todd, you’re ... you’re my boyfriend! I get to spend today with you, I get to spend forever with you, I ... I ... Todd, I love you so much! ” And he does. And he will. And he has, always, without fail. It makes all the many uncountable days spent without the braver half of his soul so very bloody worth it.

#protectiveforce #cw valentine's day #love is too small a word for our forever. ( dirk/todd verse )#[ just a small thing???? because i needed these boys to spend a dorky and cute day together!!!#also bye the idea of dirk gaily and longingly standing in front of their apartment while todd pours jelly beans on him #why is he like this.#he terrorises my every waking moment <3 ]#[ also this is meant to be a one-off thingie !! you don't have to reply at all!!! ]

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lustful-lady-blog1 · 6 years ago

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12 Tips for Healthy Eating in the New Year

The New Year is almost always a hard time for everybody else.

We have only put in the previous month mentioning 'bon desire' into your remarkably remarkable sum of xmas noodle , desserts, booze as well as beers, also mentioning 'au revoir' to each of self control, both the fitness center and also healthful possibilities.

Ah effectively.

Now's enough opportunity to earn alterations. And now we usually do not indicate compose a page-long collection of all New Year's resolutions. It truly is all about investing a healthful way of life, maybe not really a fad diet regime or even unachievable workout regimen.

"X-mas and New Year's have been a period for slowing , catching up with family and friends, over-indulging and establishing good goals for the New Year," Attorney Fiona Tuck instructed The Huffington publish Australia.

"Even though it is simple to let's wellbeing decision deteriorate totally, sticking with several fantastic customs daily may ensure it is much simpler to find down to the mat."

Encompass your self be a optimistic community of good friends and coworkers. A confident environment may greatly help raise you and also make an effort to become the best edition on your own.

As stated by dietitian Robbie Clark, the chief reasons we're inside this ship within the very first area is a result of a scarcity of preparation through the idiotic season. Oops.

"A significant motive, in my opinion, a great deal of folks drop off the aisle throughout the joyous year is they don't own an idea rather than handle environments or situations at which they're introduced the chance to more gratify," Clark explained.

The greater reason to stick to along with 12 realistic healthier eating advice to help get back you (and remain ) On Track all through the year term.

1. Establish (attainable ) brief and Long-term targets

"Primarily the best thing you might do is admit that you have been disciplined along with your quality of life because you possibly might possibly be. This acknowledgement subsequently functions like a catalyst for change," Clark instructed HuffPost Australia.

"Before leaping right back to the mat, be certain that you might have set short term and long-term health objectives. These aims ought to be specific, measurable, attainable, reasonable and also have a time framework attached with them"

By establishing possible and specific objectives, maybe not merely do you want to truly accomplish them but the sensation you make it from accomplishing this will encourage and invite one to continue planning. About the flip side, in the event that you create objects 'seem just like gi-gi Hadid from February', you are just setting yourself up for collapse.

"After these aims are set up, you are going to have far clearer image of exactly what exactly it really is which you have to complete in order to reach your quality of life objectives."

"performing exercises 3 4 times every week, reducing processed sugar and diminishing alcohol really are typical little, attainable goals that'll profit you but are far easier to keep up than attempting to dedicate to practice daily at 6am, or even exposing from alcohol or carbohydrates," Tuck explained.

"With a conference to receive all set for can be really a significant incentive"

It is helpful to compose down these goals even put them on your own refrigerator or wall socket which means that you may observe them daily and perform .

2. Be kind to your self

After having a while of giggling, a number folks fall to a coil of guilt and self hatred. However, these aren't valuable into a healthful life style -- in actuality, perhaps not all of the green juices on earth could educate us love and body approval.

"Do not be too difficult on your own. The further policies and limitations, a lot more inclined you may end up," Tuck explained.

"In case you have very over-indulged, penalizing your self having a stringent diet plan and training regimen is sometimes not the best solution to find down to medical wagon since possible could burn off and burn quickly.

"start off slowly and gradually by the addition of gentle exercise and diminishing components cutting or cutting sugar out by simply adjusting to healthy options, as opposed to fully denying your self. This may result in long haul positive aspects and me an you are much more inclined to keep on the right track.

"start off tender practice of thirty minutes every time, specially in the event that you've already been very tired. Only strolling is really a significant destination for a start out, then as your fitness increases you may begin to improve intensity and time "

3. Begin with a healthy breakfast

You have possibly heard that in the event that you happen to have a poor break fast (taking a look in the beginning personally, Egg McMuffin), you are more inclined to consume healthful meals for the remainder of your daily diet. Starting daily having a wholesome brekkie, though, is likely to force you to feel inclined to continue to keep daily moving effectively.

"begin each day with a healthier, nutrient packaged break fast, like being a protein capsule using antioxidants for fiber and antioxidants, floor flax seed for protein, fiber to both satisfy up you, cinnamon for bloodstream sugar levels stabilisation and coconut drinking water for chemicals," Tuck explained.

"Insert in veg like celery and spinach, and also have an excellent multi vitamin as well as nourishment.

"Beginning daily using a gym are not only going to supply you with a nice dose of nourishment for your daily life, but might also be helpful suppress your hunger and also habits that are naughty after on daily by lessening cravings"

4. Remain hydrated

Hydration is also vital for several physiological procedures , also it is also helpful to produce the outer digestion and skin . Last calendar year, treat your self into a reasonably water jar, or the one which signifies just how much water that you want to beverage with particular occasions of this afternoon.

"remain hydrated to reduce appetite and liquid retention, in addition to stave off this hang over if you have really over-indulged," Tuck explained.

"Hydralyte, coconut oil along with trusted old fashioned room-temperature water transports on just about every 1-5 minutes can be actually a huge means to counter act dehydration and therefore reduce appetite cravings.

"consume 1 2 glasses of water before every meal to reduce appetite and boost hydration, that will be frequently mistaken for hunger."

5. Get Yourself a friend

Eating healthful and operating outside is one hundred times less complicated and far more gratifying having a close friend. Challenge your self as well as your friend and also establish aims -- you will be stunned by just how easy it's.

"Recruit a pal to combine into a enjoyable new type so that you have somebody to encourage you and also make you answerable," Tuck explained.

6. Clear the washroom and fridge

Odds are that the own kitchen remains full of chocolate, sweet trifle, snacks and different yummy xmas food items. To refrain from temptation, then off load them on good friends, relatives or coworkers.

"Eliminate this leftover xmas treats. They're not doing you any issues from your home, enticing you about daily basis. Give them throw out them," Tuck explained.

7. Create your foods wholesome -- and supper preparation

This 1 appears to be a no brainer, but a lot folks get captured inside the snare of performing exercises but ingesting. The most key to your healthful human anatomy would be from the refrigerator, and perhaps not exactly the fitness center , thus make your own diet rely.

"Boost your lean protein at every single meal to continue to keep you and lower or expel the magnitude of snacks," Tuck stated.

If you should be thinking about how you are able to consume healthy throughout the week along with work, appearing after the kiddies or alternative obligations, meal supper could be your essential .

"Educate meals and snacks ahead of time. This is going to be certain to might have the most suitable portion dimensions for whenever you have the snacks and meals, in the place of being trapped in the present time and staying in threat of over eating," Clark explained.

8. Work out at home

Exercising in your home is straightforward and you certainly can certainly do it in any given instance of this afternoon. Yep, there is absolutely no explanation for overlooking a more workout session that is sweaty.

"Insert A10 second exercise regimen in your daily life You May perform in your home without even placing in your fitness center equipment," Tuck Explained

"Strive interlocking bicep curls, lunges, squats, pushups and sit -- 4 5 minutes of just about every physical exercise, 1-5 next remainder, two rounds, zero excuses"

9. See your part dimension

"consume smaller meals in place of , substantial sit meals," Clark explained. "Do not over eat and try to eat to 80-percent diuretic.

"Be in touch by means of your appetite cues and also bear in mind it normally takes somewhere around 20 minutes for one to truly feel full once you have foodstuff. In the event you take in to somewhere around 80 per cent diuretic, you're not as inclined to over eat "

10. Try not to limit yourself

If you should be in excess of limiting your energy types of meals, then this may eventually cause bingeing.

"Do not starve your self you tend to be at an increased risk of over eating in the event that you are doing," Clark explained.

11. Give Attention to internal Alterations, maybe not simply outer changes

It truly is easy to just catch trapped up in 'that I want to seem just like this' or " Wow, my thighs appear amazing'. When it could be reassuring, take to to likewise concentrate on interior alterations such as increased sleep and energy caliber.

"Do not simply concentrate on cosmetic alterations. Monitor other motorists of overall health like energy, sleep , anxiety levels, alcohol ingestion," Clark instructed HuffPost Australia.

"Watching developments in such areas additionally support with drive "

12. Possessing a service community

"Surround your self be a optimistic community of your friends and coworkers. A confident environment may aid raise you and also make an effort to become the best edition on your own," Clark explained.

"That can be somebody else, or folks, that you feel and truly feel comfortable phoning for assistance and determination in case you believe it's missing. These individuals can even assist you to stay answerable for your own activities, which aids along with your advancement "

#healthy eating #health new year resolution #new year lose weight #healthy eating tips #eating healthy plans

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randomfandomimagine · 7 years ago

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Female (Final Fantasy XV Scenario)

Requested by anon:

Hey doll! I got something different for you. A scenario with the chocobros and a female s/o. Listen to the song "Female" by Keith Urban and write the first thing that comes to mind for you. I hope it was okay to ask about a song inspired request.

A/N: Hell yeah, girl/woman power! So this is the first that came to mind for the Chocobros. Hope it’s good and that you like it! :D

Gladio

You could feel Gladio’s eyes on you as soon as the monsters showed up and you all had to battle for the first time in your journey. Even though you had trained countless times with your boyfriend Gladio, you could tell he felt anxious because it would be your first real life fight.

Minding your own business, you assisted Ignis in battling one of the enemies. You were focused, yet didn’t find much difficulty in the task. Ignis in fact praised you for your ‘excelent performance’.

Going on to the next one, this time assisted by Noctis as he warped next to you, you centered your attention on your target. The boys grunted and ran around you, attacking and evading hits.

“Y/N” Gladio called you over his shoulder, distracted.

“Yeah” You replied, your eyes never leaving the creature before you.

“How you holding up, babe?”

“Huh?”

Knowing the beast was defeated as you sunk your weapon in it and finished it, you allowed yourself to look at your boyfriend.

Just then, he had won over his own opponent and was looking your direction as well. He watched the dead dualhorn next to you and grinned in spite of himself.

Gladio just watched you being all badass and felt how a proud smirk plastered on his lips, as he was so smitten with you.

“That’s my girl” He proudly said, casting his sword away.

“What did you expect?” Doing the same thing, you coolly raised an eyebrow.

“I thought maybe you needed a hand” Your boyfriend shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I’m offended, Gladdy” You jokingly said, walking closer and pushing him with all your strength. You actually managed to make him totter a little. “I didn’t need your help, thank you very much”

“Won’t make that mistake again, gorgeous” Flirtatiously, he placed a hand on your waist.

“You better not, mister, or I’ll kick your ass” You stood on your tiptoes and lightly brushed your lips against his.

“I know you will, sorry I doubted you” Placing his other hand on the small of your back, he pushed you closer to him so you rested against his chest. “I was just worried about your actual first fight”

“Now you know, you don’t have to worry”

“I sure don’t”

Prompto

Girls. Prompto had no problem with them, in fact he adored them. Maybe too much. Let’s just say that Prompto was very nervous to meet you, Noctis’ famous female friend.

He was excited beyond belief, but also terrified. If he was usually kind of shy around people, he became a mumbling mess around girls. Boys were so much easier to talk to! Girls were just so pretty and soft and great! They flustered him.

“Don’t freak out” Noctis told his friend, seeing as he was nervously bouncing his leg up and down in the seat.

“I’m not freaking out” Prompto coolly shrugged, although he was still fidgeting around.

“Here she comes” His friend announced, standing up from the seat they were waiting you in. “Just be yourself, she’ll like you”

“S-Sure” Mimicking his friend, the blond stood up.

You were walking their way, flashing them a bright dazzling smile. Prompto froze when you arrived and stood in front of them.

“You must be Prompto” You took the initiative, offering your hand for him to shake. “I’m Y/N, Noct’s friend”

Seeing as the blond didn’t respond, Noctis glanced at him. The boy was blushing bright red and he was so smitten and flustered that didn’t realize he was supposed to respond, as you expected a reaction.

Smirking in amusement, the prince gently shoved Prompto and the boy finally moved.

“N-Nice to meet you, Y/N!” He replied, perhaps a bit too loudly. “My name is Prompto”

“I know” Far from being bothered by his behavior, you chuckled finding it cute. “We’ve established that”

Noctis laughed as well, glad that you seemed to really like Prompto so far.

“How about we all go to do something together? Maybe get ice cream” The dark-haired boy watched his friend. “What do you say, Prompto? I’m buying”

“Yeah! Sure” Trying to get ahold of himself and managing to dedicate them a wide smile, he nodded.

“What flavors are you guys getting?”

“Tutti frutti!“ You and Prompto replied at the same time.

You two giggled and warmly smiled at each other. You had a feeling you would get along really well.

Ignis

Women. Ignis was fascinated by such lovely, elegant and beautiful people. How they were delicate but also strong, courageous and soft. That was why his eyes wouldn’t leave you, the girl sitting in the bench not too far from him.

How you looked extremely sweet and your smile was tender and bright, how your piercing eyes were focused on the pages of the book you were reading. There was something about you, he couldn’t tell what, that made you special. Even more so than women in general.

Suddenly feeling extremely shy just thinking about it, the man wondered if he should approach you and talk to you. He definitely felt drawn to you and wanted to just give you a compliment.

Resolving to simply do it before he could think too much about it, Ignis stood up from the bench he was sitting in and calmly walked over to you.

Not to startle you as she seemed so immersed in your book, he softly cleared his throat to announce his presence next to you. That way, your eyes slightly diverted from the pages, still not making contact with him.

“Excuse me, miss” Ignis said as politely and charmingly as he could.

“Yes?” You spoke up in a soft and friendly voice, despite the fact that he could tell you were somewhat wary of what he had to say.

“Sorry to disturb you” Gallantly, he bowed his head down. “I merely wanted to compliment you on how beautiful you look”

The wary expression soon dissapeared from your face and was replaced with a wide grin. Interested in him as much as he was on you, you closed the book -holding your thumb in the current page -and locked eyes with him.

“What’s your name, sir?” You asked cheerfully.

“Ignis Scientia, at your service” To further present his charming persona, he courteously bowed to you.

“My name is Y/N” Amused and enthused about the interaction, you lifted an eyebrow. “Do you like coffee, Ignis?”

“I love coffee, Y/N” He dedicated you a sober smile. “Especially Ebony”

“It so happens that I love coffee too” You shrugged gracefully. “Care to show me a good place to have a nice cup of coffee?”

“Why, of course” Ignis offered her his hand. “It would be my pleasure”

Gladly, you took his hand and stood up from the bench.

“Shall we then?”

Ignis nodded, and the two of you started walking.

Noctis

You couldn’t really understand how Noctis managed such a loving yet smug smirk at the same time. Yet, as he looked at you, your boyfriend dedicated you that very same smile.

Hand in hand, you two wandered around the streets of the Citadel, happy to have some time to yourselves.

Suddenly, some guy bumped into you, his shoulder clashing with yours with so much strength that it made you wobble and Noctis’ hand had to stabilize you.

You looked at that guy as he kept on walking, the jerk hadn’t even apologized or acknowledged your existence. There were so many nice boys around, yet there always had to be jerks too.

You would have let it slide if he apologized or even looked at you, but you weren’t gonna let him get away with being so rude.

“Learn some manners, stupid!” You exclaimed over your shoulder to him.

You could feel Noctis tense up next to you, wondering what was gonna happen and if he had to intervene.

“I just bumped into you, it’s not a crime” The guy shrugged it off, daring to finally stop walking and make eye contact with you.

“Maybe you should have at least apologized” You calmly challenged him.

Noctis snickered, amused by the stupid face the other guy made.

“What are you gonna do to me?” The stupid guy huffed. “You’re just a girl”

You opened your mouth to reply, just to be interrupted by a guffaw coming from Noctis’ mouth. You turned to him, wondering what he found so funny.

“Dude, she’s gonna kick your ass” Noctis crossed his arms, a smirk present on his lips.

You held your chin up in pride, flattered by his words and how much he believed in you.

“I don’t need to” You lifted an eyebrow, challenging the guy. “Because this moron is gonna skeddadle before I have to, right?”

The guy held his head down, like a scared little puppy, and just left in shame while mumbling a low ‘sorry’.

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ribbonflies · 6 years ago

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yo u didnt mention x6-88 in that courser romance thing at all (or i cant read and missed it somehow) and im fiugjhiugfhfgfhfghfghh please talk about him

oh MAN I didn’t mention X3-28 or Concept Courser either, let’s talk about those three for a min since I kinda only focused on the MOST and LEAST romantic of the bunch

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT FOLKS (previous post)

X6-88 definitely falls into a bit of a cool middle category to me; not as physical as X9-27, but not as mysterious as Z2-47 tries to make himself out to be. He’s said it himself through in-game dialogue that he’s not great with words, so I can’t imagine him whispering sweet nothings until the wee hours of the morning, nor can I see him wanting to cover someone head to toe with kisses

No, X6 is a bit more complicated, hence me pinning him in the middle. X6-88 will gently caress your cheek while you’re deep in sleep after a rough day of trekking through the hellscape that is the Commonwealth, so you can’t see him ‘going soft’ when he’s supposed to be a ruthless machine; X6-88 will take an extra few seconds to watch you while you work, admiring your dedication and ambition to get things you want done, done; X6-88 will, when he feels most comfortable using his words, tell you in as little words as possible that he appreciates the time spent by your side. X6-88 would let you make the bolder moves above all, though, as instinct would have him insist on keeping it professional, despite whatever strange feelings he may have churning around inside. It’d take a bit of prying, but I can see X6-88′s romance being the kind of familiar, at-home-like romance you experience after 5+ years of being someone’s better half and knowing their ins and outs despite it only being the budding start of the romance - it’s just that comfortable. Hell, you might even get a little more sass out of him than usual. Man I love his sass. I have a lot of love for X6 that I can’t fit in one ask y’feel me?

BUT onto our other boys. X3-28 is a bit complicated as well, as I can see him taking a very long time to warm up to someone to even THINK about making any type of gesture towards someone that could POSSIBLY come off as romantic. But when he does? It’s subdued, gentle, but so tender. I can see X3 being touch-starved without even knowing he was craving it in the first place. Any attempts at a romantic gesture could easily be brushed off as him simply wanting to help if you didn’t realize his intents behind it, but his gestures would come off as much more heartfelt if you caught on to the minute differences in how he acted presently compared to previously, if that makes sense. I don’t think his tone or demeanor would change too much (for reasons regarding other headcanons I have) to give any hint of a romantic interest in someone else, but I can see him never letting go the minute they reciprocate his affections. Definitely a courser who loves kisses, I’ll say that much.

Concept courser, I admit, I haven’t delved too much in depth on like the others. I do have a bit of an foundation for what type of personality I think he’d have, though! Much like X6-88, this one is a man of few words, and the few words he does speak (outside of official business/ mission-related discussion) are dripping with deadpan deliveries, sarcasm, and an inkling of venom. Next to X3 and X9, I see this courser being one of the most robotic of the group (which also pertains to the previously mentioned headcanons), if not the unofficial poster boy for how a courser should walk, talk, and act.

Like all coursers, I see him being a terrifying, intimidating force with the specialized skills to kill a dozen souls in a matter of minutes. However, I also see him being the one you’d least expect to ask you something as corny as, “Did you drop this?” before placing his hand in yours. Of course, this would probably be as bold as he’d get, and that’s after some sort of relationship had already been established. I think outside of that, though, he’d be a little bit better than Z2-47 in showing his romantic gestures, but would still keep them virtually unknown unless he felt some sort of reciprocation/encouragement to continue such behavior. Concept courser would certainly be a charmer, though - kisses on the back of the hand, gently linking his fingers with yours, real gentlemanly type stuff.

By all means please keep asking me courser questions y’all, I’m thriving writing this stuff out (even though this one probably makes no sense seeings how I’m writing it so late at night orz)

#message #long post #real courser hours tonight lads #i'm sorry #institute babble

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hellomissmabel · 7 years ago

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We are your family

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Stucky x plus size!reader

Warnings: cheating, hinting towards self harm and a polyamorous relationship (this is not my usual jam but the story is open to interpretation. With this story I felt comfortable writing it from this particular point of view, but I won’t write this subject again I think). Platonic love between Steve and Y/N. Romantic love between Bucky and Y/N and Bucky and Steve. Basically, everybody loves Steve.

Word count: 1.768

Summary: When Y/N broke up with her long-term boyfriend Colin Shea after he cheated on her, she was in a very bad place until she fell in love with Bucky. Steve and Bucky have been talking about kids for a long time now but things always got in their way. Flashforward to 2 years later, Y/N is moved in with Bucky and Steve and they’re ready to take the next big step in their relationship, a baby.

A/N: I’ve posted a masterlist with all upcoming plus size!reader fics. I keep getting new ideas, so this masterlist will be updated as the ideas come and go. There will always be an announcement post. If you want on the tag list, please comment on the announcement post of send me an ask!

Dedicated to @mrshopkirk. Sarah is @iwishyouwouid, Lisa is @heartmade-writingbucky and Emily is @emilyevanston

All plus size fics can be found here

“So how are your new roommates?”

“Ugh, they’re amazing,” you sigh into the phone, drawing a small laugh from your best friend. “A big improvement!”

“I bet they are,” Sarah chuckles knowingly, “You broke up two years ago, Y/N. It was about time you moved out. Also, Lisa wanted me to tell you that Emily moved out, too.”

“Yeah, they told me during our weekly coffee chat. Lately Colin’s been pushing everyone’s buttons. He’s gone on a late night drag three times in a row now.”

Your best friend scoffs and you can imagine her eyerolling from the other end of the phone. “Anyway, about my roommates,” you speak animatedly, twirling around the kitchen as you hold your phone between your cheek and your shoulder, making sure you don’t drop it as you prepare your lunch.

“They are really sweet and when I moved in they held this kind of housewarming party with the entire team. You remember Bucky, right?”

“Let me guess, he’s tall, dark and handsome? Exactly your type?,” Sarah pokes you gently. Juggling three oranges in your hands, you carefully place them on the counter so you can prepare some orange juice later for yourself and your roommates.

“Shut up, Sarah. Sounds to me you’re describing that actor you’re currently crushing on. What’s his face again? Oh, yeah, Sebastian Stan,” you playfully jab back as you heat up the waffle iron. “So Bucky is the guy with the metal arm,” you comment casually, the lively tone to your words prompting a hearty laugh from your friend.

Since you finally pulled the plug on your miserable post-break-up life with Colin and moved in with your boyfriend at Stark Tower, Bucky is all you’ve been talking about. Sarah is actually one of the few people that are in the loop about your special arrangement with Bucky and Steve and she supports your decision, even though it was a bit of a shock at first. She would’ve never have pegged you as the type.

“Every Sunday he gets up early to make us pancakes. And Steve always makes me a cup of tea before bed.”

“Uhu, sounds like a real dreamboat to me,” Sarah confirms softly when you’re struggling with the batter for your waffles, eventually getting it right by adding some more milk to the mixture. “But I still can’t believe you’re actually living at Stark Tower now, with the Avengers, sharing an apartment with Captain America. Even if you and Bucky have been dating for a while now.”

“They helped me back on my feet, Sarah. I was a real mess after Colin and I broke up. He cheated on me with a model he picked up on one of those parties he got invited to. Do you realise how ridiculous that made me look?”

You sigh softly, running your free hand over your face in reminiscence. “I’m a plus size girl with a hot boyfriend who just happens to be an up-and-coming musician, which was already a big enough scandal because God forbid a handsome man is in love with a girl that isn’t a size two!”

“I’d still be heartbroken and pining over Colin if I didn’t spill my pumpkin spice latte all over Bucky. I’d still be miserable and living at his place, suffering through countless nights of loud sex and beautiful girls moaning his name. I’d still hate my body and harm myself if it wasn’t for Bucky and Steve,” you jump to their defence, pouring the batter in the waffle iron with a sad smile.

The first two waffles are usually a bit of a hit and miss, so you quickly throw them in the garbage bin and make yourself a second pair of golden-brown waffles. As they are sizzling in the iron, you lean against the kitchen cupboards and take a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah, I know, sweetie, I know…”

You bake a neat pile of waffles while you continue to gush about your roommates to your best friend. Another half hour passes and you feel your phone bill tugging at your wallet, so you promise Sarah to call her same time next week.

“Sarah?,” you ask her, your tone suddenly turning serious. “About their proposal… You think I should say yes? I mean, Bucky is just the best boyfriend ever and Steve is… well, he’s Steve Rogers!”

“Y/N, you obviously trust Bucky. You’ve also already seen each other naked, so it won’t be awkward. But it’s a big step and it’ll change your entire life.”

With great care your arrange the table, making sure it looks nice and tidy before you cut the oranges for the orange juice. “Yeah, I know. But I feel like I’m ready. And Bucky and Steve will be there for me, too, of course.”

You’ve just finished dividing it over three glasses when Steve enters the apartment, drops of sweat glistening on his forehead from his morning workout session at the park.

“Good morning, Stevie!,” you greet the blond with a casual wave. “I gotta go, Sarah. Steve has arrived,” you say goodbye to Sarah.

“Good morning, Y/N!,” he replies with a beaming smile as he pecks your cheek and heads for the shower.

“I’ve prepared breakfast!,” you shout after him, grounding some more coffee for when Bucky comes back home from his mission. He’s been gone all night and even though he told you not to worry, that it’s just standard procedure and nothing bad will happen, you can’t help but concerned.

Over the sound of the shower, you can hear Steve yell a sincere thank you. “You are an absolute doll, Y/N.”

Not long after Steve has emerged from the shower and the coffee is ready, Bucky joins the two of you. He looks exhausted, dark circles hugging his red-rimmed baby blues. Bucky rubs his eyes and smiles softly as he sees all the effort you’ve made to put together a cosy breakfast.

“You shouldn’t have, babe,” he thanks you as he kisses the tip of your nose before sitting down.

Steve secures his towel around his waist and wanders to the kitchen table, taking a seat opposite Bucky. You sit down on the empty chair next to the brunet and he snakes his metal arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “I’ve got something to tell you,” you announce softly after clearing your throat.

The table falls silent, Steve pausing mid-bite and looking at you in great anticipation. Bucky is the one to break the silence first, albeit involuntarily, as a small moan slips past his lips as he tastes your homemade waffles. “Sorry babe but these are amazing!,” he chuckles as he takes another forkful.

“It’s okay, you dork,” you say as you bump his nose. “So I first wanna say that I love you guys and that I’m really happy I moved in. So after much thought and consideration...”

The tension is palpable and before you speak again, Bucky gently rests his right hand on your knee. “I asked you because I love you. I’ve always loved you,” he says sincerely as he squeezes your knee.

“First as a little sister when you were at your worst and we nurtured you back to health. Then as a friend when you started dating Bucky and now…” Steve releases a deep sigh, searching your eyes.

“You know that my feelings for you… they transcend the boundaries of a normal friendship. I care so much about you, Y/N. You are smart, beautiful and funny. You are my dream woman and that’s why I’m asking you to be the mother of our child.”

“Oh Steve,” you blush lightly as more words of praise reach your ears. Bucky chimes in, telling you how he, too, has come to love you just as much. Both men voice their love for you and it makes your heart grow warm and fuzzy.

“But I’m nothing special,” you chuckle softly, “I’m just a girl with curves.”

“No, Y/N,” Steve immediately interjects, “You’re a gorgeous full-figured woman and I can’t imagine a better mother.”

“Thank you, Stevie,” you smile kindly at him. “But you don’t need to convince me anymore. My answer is yes. Yes, I want to have a baby with you and Bucky.”

Bucky bursts out in happy laughter, hugging you affectionately as soon as you’ve said those last words. Steve joins Bucky in his endeavour and wraps his arms around you, too. “I’m kinda nervous, though. I really want a baby but I’m so anxious I won’t get pregnant. I don’t wanna disappoint you guys. The baby will share Bucky’s genes and mine…”

You turn your head and your gaze crosses Steve’s baby blues. “But it’ll be your baby, too, Steve.”

“You will never disappoint us, Y/N,” Steve whispers into your hair before pecking the crown of your head and kneeling next to you, his eyes still locked with yours. “Yes, genetically the baby will be yours and Bucky’s. But that doesn’t mean I won’t love it any less.”

“I’ve always wanted a child so bad. You know, a family of my own,” you whisper through the happy tears trickling down your cheeks. “And I thought that Colin would be the one for me but then he cheated on me and I saw my dream vanish into thin air, to the point I completely obliterated myself just to please him…”

Your breath hitches in your throat and Bucky’s tender lips kiss your temple, rocking you softly. “He can’t hurt you anymore, love. You don’t have to go back. You’ve got us now, honey,” Bucky assures you, smiling down at you. “We are your family.”

“We’re in this together, Y/N,” Steve adds to Bucky’s pledge as he presses his forehead to yours. “We love you so much, doll.”

It’s unconventional, this little family of yours, but it feels so right. Bucky has always loved you and Steve fits into your world so perfectly you honestly can’t remember a time you didn’t know him. But Steve is still Captain America and the world looks up to him, so it won’t be easy to keep your relationship away from prying eyes.

Bucky has already vowed to cut back on missions once you’re with child, and he will retire as soon as the baby is born so he can devote all this time and his full attention to your little one. Meanwhile, Steve will gently ease the public into the thought of Captain America passing the shield along to someone equally worthy so that in the end, all three of you can watch your baby grow up.

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okimargarvez · 7 years ago

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MELTED

Original title: Melted.

Prompt: sweetness, fluff, warmth, snow.

Warning: none.

Genre: romantic, comedy, soft.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 14 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘.

Song mentioned: L’ultima notte al mondo, Tiziano Ferro.

This story is dedicated to @itsdawnashlie, @theshamelessmanatee & my kore @talesoffairies. ❤😊

This is for all the times that I made you cry or saddened with my other stories. I can also write cheerful things (I hope so) but I think I love anguish.

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

MELTED

The snow falls, and I don't understand ... that I really feel ... I give up, every reference is gone, the sidewalks and houses and hills disappeared, it seemed nice yesterday ...

Another case had been brilliantly solved. Penelope shudders as she wears her pink coat. She closes the office door and type in the usual code. The others have already gone home; Matt was afraid of being stuck in Quantico. They had managed to land with the jet almost miraculously. The woman looks out the window. The storm is still in full force, snowflakes continue to fall towards the ground, covering everything, making everything uniform... different. Magical. Even those government buildings change, they look less geometric, less angular.

Everything changes with the snow.

It would be nice to be able to believe it. Unfortunately, what she can't change is the fact that she's going home alone, aboard the faithful Esther, not properly suited to such a challenge. And she also forgot to change the tires...

A cough behind her makes her jump. Apparently, it's not the last one left. Another living being has decided to defy fate ... she turns around and gets confused when she sees Agent Alvez, his red nose trying to hold back a sneeze. Surely, he had not covered himself enough, she thinks, without realizing it.

-What are you still doing here?- she asks, trying not to laugh at his clumsy attempts not to sneeze. It's not just the nose, his whole face is red. While waiting for his answer with her hand she goes in search of a handkerchief. -Take it.- she hands it to him and their fingers touch each other. It's certainly not the first time, but like the first time, she feels the ground vibrating under her feet. Not bad, he doesn't know. He didn't even notice it.

-Thanks.- he replies with a sigh, before he falling in a consecutive series of sneezing and coughing. -I think I'm coming down with something.- he admits, with a tone that confirms his hypothesis. Penelope can't help but worry about him, but not because it's him, this is her vocation, taking care of others, whoever they're.

However, Luke didn't answer her question. But she decides to fly over. She turns back to the huge window to admire the view. Indifferent to the problems it causes, the snow continues its descent and its mission, trying to whitewash everything. -I want to see how I'll get home with poor Esther.- Luke isn't so much impressed to hear her call her car by name, after all it's something that men do very often and in any case it's Garcia. Everything is special to her, and she makes everything special. -Maybe I should call a taxi ...- she adds, in a lower tone of voice, but the man hears her anyway.

-I can accompany you.- he offers himself with apparent calm, as always, with her. Not because he feels sure to receive a yes, simply because he can't do without it, when it comes to Penelope, he isn't able to restrain himself, tenderness, the need to make her happy and make her smile or laugh (about him, too), love, are stronger than any fear may have.

She's about to reply him in kind, starting with a soliloquy on the thousands of reasons why she would never accept his proposal: he is a Newbie, she doesn't know him well enough (lie), Sergio is waiting her ... But when she turns back into his direction what she sees is a hopeful expression on a man too good to be true, even more beautiful with that sickly and needed of care... She throws back all those sharp words in her throat and simply shakes her head, walk towards the stairs.

This time the elevator can't take it. It's a sign of destiny? It has always been their magical area, they have provoked each other so many times in this small space ... In nearby she met Roxy and called him for the first time by name.

Luke follows her, trying to breathe gradually, his head is spinning. A beginning of full-blown influence. Perfect, to try and impress Penelope. He sighs resigned. They reach the area with indoor parking. Even from there it's easy to realize that the storm has become more intense. He looks at her, without saying anything; he watches her shake her head, clench her fists, glance at Esther and then at him. -Okay. I accept the passage.- a very strong sneeze and then a huge smile on his face.

...and I, I, buried by its white, I look in the mirror and I don't know anymore... what I'm... looking...

Penelope wears a very heavy coat. Gloves. Scarf. The padded boots (not of animal fur, of course). A cap with pon pon, naturally pink. Luke is wearing only his sports jacket, too light. The boots that always puts, in any season, but they proved to be not waterproof. No gloves, no scarves, no headphones. Yet it's she, the one who, since they boarded the truck, continues to complain of get cold. Despite the heating is at the maximum.

-Cold, cold, cold, cold ... - repeats like a strange cantilena, with a not very constant volume. The man didn't want to turn on the radio, because he doesn’t know what music she likes. Lie. Because he wants to listen to her voice as much as possible. It's the first time they're so alone. No, another lie. Even when they went to see Phil, they were alone in that sense. But there was an excuse enough to be there: the dog to be delivered. Instead today ... today he feels that it's different.

For the snow, because they're in the middle of the night and almost all the people with more brain are holed up in their warm homes, safe, and there're very few other cars. He never saw Quantico like that ... deserted. It's unreal.

In fact, he has never seen any such uninhabited city. It's also a bit disturbing.

If he were alone, he would also have a little fear. But he’s not alone.

-Cold, cold, cold.- Penelope continues to repeat incessantly. -Cold outside and cold inside, cold outside and cold inside.- at some point she changes slightly gear. -Alone, alone, alone. Ever alone.- she probably didn't realize she was talking aloud, or at least loud enough for him to hear her, and not in her head. He still to remain silent, unsure of his ability to help her, deeply saddened, but also surprised (in a positive sense) in realizing that she's suffering from his own problem.

They are proceeding at 10 km/h. Visibility is very low and he certainly doesn't want to make an accident. He would be able to go a lot, but much faster. In war he had to drive a tank in the desert; this storm is nothing compared. But he didn’t was with her there. Luke brakes gently when the light turns from orange to red. He turns his head towards her and takes her hand. He doesn't feel her skin, because she wears those gloves, even are pink. But his heart still beats madly. -Hey, Penelope, listen to me. You're not alone.- she looks at him, too, surprised, but not too much. -Roxy would like to see you again. I She miss you so much, you know?- both are aware that he's not talking about only his dog. Their eyes remain chained until the green of the traffic light reflexes on the blonde's glasses and forces himself to start again. Only Roxy?

I met your sweet smile, with this white snow, now it upsets me...

Penelope would like to refuse Luke's invitation to stay with him. It's inappropriate. It's dangerous. There are a lot of good reasons for declining the proposal. They are all quite rational. Above all, she's scared of what she desires.

If it goes badly...

At least ten logical reasons for not accepting.

One is enough for her.

...the snow falls, also falls the world, even it's not cold what I feel now...

-Even I would like it, if you came to my house.- Luke doesn't think, doesn't reason, doesn't reflect; if he did, he would stay in silent. Just talk. -It's so big ... too big for a single person ...- he bursts into a pretty violent sneeze. She hands him another handkerchief. -Thanks.- he blow his nose. He thinks he's really unattractive, reduced in that state; he doesn't know that he's getting the opposite effect on Penelope. The heart of the blonde is starting to melt ... -for a person and a dog!- he corrects himself, with a giggle. But then he comes back serious. -It makes me sad to think you lonely in a cold apartment. Pardon, with Sergio.- she loves the way he talks about his dog and her cat; he considers them really part of the family. She tries so much tenderness to see those eyes shining, the nose more and more red. He was supposed to have been dress heavier.

And it's then that she realizes it. Luke needs someone to take care of him. Someone worries about him. And someone for which worry. Not someone but... a woman. She.

...and remember you, remember me, all this courage isn’t snow ... and it never melts, even if it has to...

-No one should be alone. Above all, not when it snows like that.- and he is right. She looks at him, observes the way he holds the steering wheel, the way he taps his fingers, his eyes fixed on the road, focused. The hair is messed up and wet. Penelope is upset by the sweetness of her colleague. She would like to rebel, deny, still deny.

Then they arrive in front of his house. Here it snowed less, compared to Quantico. However she feels inexplicably sad. He does not want to go down. He does not want to leave. He does not want to leave it.

-The choice is yours, Garcia.- and she knows it. She feels the weight of responsibility for the decision. There will be other snowfall, probably. There may be other occasions. But if it were not so? The woman undoes her belt and feels almost naked, despite all the layers of clothes she wears. Luke unlocks the doors. She puts her hand on the handle and pulls it down. Goes down. Don’t look back, she repeats. But she does so, new Orpheus.

And he is there, looking right at her. That hopeful expression that breaks her heart.

Things that are often said, improvising, if I'd really fell in love, it'd just be you, the last night in the world, I'd spend it with you ... while happy I cry...

Only five minutes pass. Just enough time to grab the suitcase, always ready in the house, and the pet carrier with the rightful owner inside.

Still, it looks like hours for Luke. The clock seems to have frozen, influenced by the external climate. Since she got out of the van, he started to feel an absolute cold.

Finally, he found the courage to reveal his feelings. Not in a clear, direct way, but those allusions are already something significant. Penelope is naive, not stupid. Accomplice of this sudden courage is the white frame that envelops everything. Instead of freezing their hearts, it seems to have finally melted them, warmed them even more. And now he can't tolerate a second without her, without seeing her, hearing her voice, her scent.

In reality, nothing assures him that she will re-emerge from the building, who will come back out, who will come back to him ... And yet, that look...

Then, she appears in the viewfinder, while trying to carry two heavy weights. Luke doesn't even think twice about it. He comes down, slams the door and runs towards her. Literally. Both realize that all his frenzy isn't just to help her. The man stops in front of her. They stare at each other for a long time. Penelope always wearing headphones, gloves, heavy coat, padded boots and scarf. Luke always with a blazer and too light ankle boots. Now the man's nose is no longer the only red thing; even the hands soon become of that color, progressively disperse heat into the air. But he doesn't feel the cold, because he is near her and his warmth comes from within.

Penelope doesn't hold back a chuckle. She doesn't want him to get sick or get worse cold and cough. But he's too ridiculous, so similar to Rudolf, the reindeer driving Santa's sleigh with his bright nose. And soon several snowflakes begin their battle in trying to cover him. He seems to have an acute form of dandruff. Or rejuvenate. Become a child. A sweet and beautiful baby.

...and only I, I... can understand in the world how much it is useless, to hate... deeply...

Luke doesn't understand why she laughs, but loves that sound. He should, logically, feel it, the cold. But nothing, the impulses can't overcome the physical barrier. His body realizes that he doesn't have the proper equipment to counteract the outside temperature, but the rest, his mind, is too busy contemplating anything else.

Then Penelope puts her gloved hands on his red cheeks. Luke has almost no courage to swallow. To move. To breathe.

It's all so perfect ...

The snowflakes have settled in his hair. But they have also reached those much clearer than her. And her nose and her mouth, because the woman has raised her head to the sky, trying to better contemplate that impressive spectacle. -Let's go?- she asks him, the normal tone, neither too high (would risk awakening the rest of the world), nor too low. But her voice is however different from the usual, the sound propagates in a different way, rising above those white walls. Her hands always on his face. He nods, but doesn't move.

I met your sweet smile, with this white snow, now it upsets me...

She remains still and looks at him. They think the same thing.

...the snow falls, also falls the world, even it's not cold what I feel now...

Luke slowly brings his right hand up to the woman's face and at first brushes her nose; his skin is icy and makes her shiver. A few flakes of snow come off and fall to the ground, melting. Then the hand gradually moves on her lips. Another shiver, this time along her spine. She doesn't know whether to blame only the cold.

He doesn't think, like when they were in the car and proposed her to stay in his house. If he did, again, he would instantly stop talking. He would become aware of the risks to which he exposes himself, of the possibility of ending with a broken heart. But he doesn't think; he acts.

The atmosphere is perfect. She is perfect.

...and remember you, remember me, all this courage isn’t snow ... and it never melts, even if it has to...

Luke leans almost in slow motion on her. With half-closed eyes he sees Penelope rise on the tips to facilitate in his enterprise. His lips bend in a smile, but he doesn’t distract. Her mouth is almost as cold as his, but for a short while longer. Their hearts beat very hard, pumping the blood and continuing to disperse heat. This time, however, neither of them feels the frost that surrounds them.

The truck is open, he didn't think to lock it, he didn't believe that he would have spent all this time outside (he hasn’t regret at all); anyone could notice and steal it. The storm has increased the intensity and on their heads, there is an equal layer of snow mixed with ice.

Nothing matters, except them.

He’s so happy to feel the need to cry with joy. It never happened to him before. Never. Not even once.

Then, a meow.

-I could stand here kissing you even all night.- Penelope confesses, her hot breath clashes with the outside temperature creating a cloud of steam in front of the man's nose and tarnishing her glasses. Their lips are only a few inches away. Her hands, including gloves, still on her cheeks.

His hands, during the effusion, shifts on her neck, inside the protected area of the coat and scarf; his hands are freezing, really frozen, but the woman discovers she's willing to endure this cold for the rest of her life, if she is given the chance to stay with him for the equivalent of that time. -But Sergio doesn't agree- she continues. -and you could get sick even more.- she admonishes him, a bit of severity. The commotion makes its way ever faster, from the throat to the eyes. Penelope is worried about him; she cares about him. No one, apart from his family, Phil and Roxy, has ever really interested in him like this. But he drives away the melancholy with a firm sigh, which sends him the air (at least -5°), directly into the lungs, certainly not a good move. He doesn't want to think about what he hasn't had until now.

He wants to live this moment. Nothing more.

Her tone is so thoughtful and sweet. She was never been like this with him before. Nor did he ever dare to hope that one day it would happen. He doesn't resist, he still gives her a kiss.

Don't allow yourself to feel good, without exceptions ...

He takes the suitcase, the other hand in hers, even if they have to do a few meters to get to the truck, the other occupied with the pet carrier and his cold and annoyed inhabitant.

They close the doors and they burst out laughing almost simultaneously.

…collapses ... in front of everyone and then smile! Love isn't a privilege, it's only skill, it's to laugh at every problem, while those who hate tremble...

It's an outburst, a completely normal liberating reaction, even though anyone who accidentally passes here by four o'clock at night would surely take them for two crazy people, two escaped from the asylum. And basically, they're crazy. Mad at least as much as Hamlet was, between to be or not to be; crazy because they're brave enough to admit the truth and you know that in the country of the lie (the world in general) who telling the truth is mad.

When they manage calm down, both breathless, their lungs aching, they look at each other. Luke turns the key in the ignition and luckily the engine roars. He pushes the clutch and accelerator and they move away.

They don’t speak, but this time he decides to turn on the radio. Naturally, despite the time, each station transmits Christmas songs, for the most part famous and super commercial. Luke considers that he has never loved this festivity, especially the economic part, all the money behind it, the department stores and a Santa Claus created by one of the most famous brands in the world, so much to have shaped a generation (maybe even more than one), conditioned filmographies and entire existences and imaginaries ... More than anything he has never endured the idea that “Christmas is time to be better" or that in this period "You can give more". But why only at Christmas? Is not it a bit too easy to allow yourself the other 364 days of the year to make the exactly the opposite?

But now he discovers he can appreciate even those songs so lacking in the true Christmas spirit, because everything is different in the company of Penelope. Even the lights that illuminate the streets, those bright signs with greetings, stylized snowflakes, firs, stars and so on and so forth ... he, so fervent supporter of one of the maxims of Charles Bukowski, according to which It's Christmas from late October. Lights are switched on even earlier, meanwhile people are even more wobbling. I would like a December with switched off light along with switched on people.

And maybe now everything is different precisely because he has near the most switched person in the whole universe. Because he sees the world through Penelope's eyes.

They arrive at their destination. They go down.

They should immediately enter the house, but once again they get caught out of the atmosphere, like two disobedient children. Luke stops to look at her intensely.

-What is there?- she asks, worrying about having something out of place. -There's something on my face?- he approaches, shaking his head.

-No, your face is perfect. Like the rest. As always.- she winces. But then she returns his gaze, hearts in her eyes. He didn't think the time would ever come when that look would be dedicated to him. He didn't believe he's so lucky. But he had hoped for it. Oh, if he had hoped for it.

Then, that smile.

Your sweet smile is so transparent that after there is nothing... it's so simple, so deep, that it zeroed everything else and make the world end...

And a snowball ends up directly on his nose. He looks at her, stunned, incredulous.

Sergio meows, annoyed, but the two humans have just begun the new fight.

-Penelope! - he exclaims, wiping with his hand.

-Sorry.- she promptly replies, that usual innocent air that drives him mad, under which she hides a veil of mischief ... or even the opposite. -I didn't resist .- she admits, shrugging.

Luke pretends to have been hurt. It's an overreaction and she can't understand why he got to be so mad about. He turns his back even. She's about to call it, when a white and transparent sphere hits her right on her glasses.

It's war.

They play for a few minutes (It seems like so much longer to them and Sergio agrees too), without making noise or exchanging words, because is so late. Everything is even more unreal because they are illuminated only by street lamps and the moon. The white of the snow reflects and amplifies the light, and at the same time it cushions and contains the noise. They chase each other, until Luke catches her and puts a few snowflakes down her back. Not before he grabs her, holding her from the waist. Soon the taking turns into a hug; Penelope tries not to moan while small pieces of ice melt coming down her skin. He'll pay for it, but not now.

-I promise I'll warm up you, I'll repay you for the warmth I stole you.- he tells her. The woman laughs, a little too loudly, but nobody comes out to complain. She sighs, resting her head against his shoulder. Never in her life, she has felt so protected and loved at the same time; not even with Derek. Not this way, not so intensely.

... and it reminds me that courage it's not like this... snow...

-I love you- Luke whispers in her ear. And the Penelope of yore (ghost of Christmas past) wouldn't believe it. She would think it's premature. Wrong. Which he just wants to get her into bed. Which is exclusively the fault (or merit) of the snow. But not today, not this time. She closes her eyes, trying to savor those few words that have immense power, to melt their hearts. In a good way and not.

-Me too.- she turns to him. He's an icicle. All red. Covered with snowflakes, mostly already loose; like her. -I love you, Luke.- She feels the need to tell this, looking at his face, saying it with his name, with a clear and firm tone, because he too could doubt, because he's as insecure as she is, they have the same problems, they're more similar than she ever would have been willing to admit, only two hours ago.

They are two fragile souls. Like this ice crystal that is placed right on the tip of his red nose ... -For that, it's better if we enter.- she finally adds, forcing him to come out of the same contemplation that she had performed just before. She rises on the tips only for another very short light kiss.

-You're right.- and finally, they come in.

I met your sweet smile, with this white snow, now it upsets me...

First of all, Luke turns the heat up. He doesn't have radiators or heaters, but a beautiful wood stove. Penelope feels she could easily fall in love with this place. She already imagines reading novels, pinks and yellows, her feet on his legs, while he goes crazy to the resolution of a crossword puzzle.

Then the fundamental reciprocal presentation between Sergio to Roxy takes place, the equivalent of the future co-father-in-law meeting. The result is positive.

Then comes the time to change their dress, abandon those clothes now soaked, who for work, who for simple foolishness, who (both) feel like a child again... It's another important phase of their relationship that is just laying the foundation. -With another I would say that it's all hurried, that it's wrong, that I should not be here ...- she starts to speak, after both have removed jackets and shoes, but still too many layers divide them. He stares at her and listens carefully. -With you, no.- she smiles, shudders. -Once I open my heart, there's no way to stop the process. It's irreversible.- she reveals in a whisper.

-I'll take care of your heart.- he doesn't need to specify that this is a promise.

-I know you'll do it.- she echoes him, surprising most of all of herself. -I can't deny it, if I look into your eyes as you say it. I've never been a self-confident person, in spite of my outbursts and shiny clothes ...- he nods. He already understood it. They smile. -I've never felt something more than pretty.- she admits, shrugging as if it were small thing. -I don't want to be afraid anymore.- she finally says, despite the trembling voice would deny her intentions.

-You're more than that, more than enough to me. You're everything to me. You were it even before- there is no need to say anything else. The layers of cloth fall to the ground one after the other, like petals of a daisy marred by loving fingers that only wanted to know if the feeling was reciprocated or not. Or bask in a useless hope. The cold hands of the man run through her back, the same route already traced by the ice and then they come to breast. Penelope doesn't know if her moans are more due to gestures in themselves or in the cold.

-Do you see that I was right? - is the only sensible sentence that comes out of her lips.

-What?- he asks, a little too distracted.

-Your hands!- the woman screams. -The North Pole has sent a copyright complaint! - Luke laughs, wondering once again where she found jokes like that. Then he kisses her. Instead the woman's hands are warm. Perhaps because she wore gloves all the time. Perhaps also for other reasons. They run through the man's chest and fit into his dark, tangled and wet hair.

...the snow falls, also falls the world, even it's not cold what I feel now...

And outside it does not stop snowing, while they prepare a hot chocolate, the one longed for by Donald Duck in Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas. They settle on the sofa, with a huge and heavy blanket on them.

-Are you sure that when it stops snowing, you'll not back to being the ice queen?- he partially teases her, but it's even too serious. She notices it. But she decides doesn't let his demons and his melancholy win.

-No, Luke.- she gives him a small fist on his chest. -I'm the queen of nice, not of ice.- she gives her one of this. He too strengthens his grip. -I don't give up.- she says firm, cuddling better against him, on his chest, in a fetal position; like a child, his little girl.-There is only one word, to define this moment.- Penelope breaks the silence again. The voice kneaded by the sleep that is about to win her.

-Which one?- Luke asks, his arms numb, but he wouldn't move for any reason. Even if the world was ending or imploding on itself. Never.

On the back of his dog, in full rem, he snores another ball of black fur.

-Happiness.-

...and remember you, remember me, all this courage isn’t snow

The last coherent thought of Luke before Morpheus also takes prisoner him. Yes, the last night in the world I would spend it with you...

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