#but yeah i wish everything was as fun as drawing

[jrueships]

tbh tho i think my art is fugly af LMFAO

[unproduciblesmackdown]

speaking of happening to manage to go away to college ft. a shakespeare theater within walking distance & not just student pricing & pwyw but a freshman course taken at/with the theater / company, fun to think about all the nonzero exposure scattered all around to Theatre that i could be interested in & engaged with & respond to the idea of theatremaking big time but i had no context for this lmao like well i assume everyone adores Rehearsal & Playing A Role & Being Backstage or In The Greenroom just doing your own thing & the Idea of more of this, so that i feel neutral/average really

like on the note of no context, started dance classes as a Thing To Do when i was all of three? four? on the basis of [older sibling doing that] b/c like how else do i choose doing something. also did that w/[older sibling is being taught playing piano] + that i like to know how to do many things, like determined speedrunning of an edutainment learn to read computer program when i was three, except playing the piano never caught on for me (it'd be fine if it got to the point a song was muscle memory but i never got the hang of oh this note written here is [whatever it is without me having to count the steps in the staff] & ah that's here [without me having to look / count the keys]) so that was a miserable half hour weekdayly requirement for years. whereas dance was alright, & for a while the performance angle could be kind of fun for rehearsal, onstage, costuming, but didn't really have Roles, & was yknow everyone doing the same part at the same time & taller people in the back if there's rows, what older students did seemed more fun, plus like an annual nyc trip some did which didn't happen by the time it was relevant to me....but when it finally kind of kicked off like oh boy pointe shoes have panache & Make Noise (i suppose ideally you're quieter with it but ideally to me, Clonk Bonk Tap. & why not) but speaking of why not, that this also involved like oh shows that have Scenes & Roles even if this is all dance w/pantomime, got solos, costumes, more acting adjacent, more rehearsing, plenty of fun to me, unforch one of the most fun shows was ballet but in less Classical form & more character styles & i had the parent who could make anything into an ego issue who decided things Ought to be Classical despite knowing i enjoyed the more character style techniques as much or more lol so that was like, oh boy an adagio claire de lune quartet? pinch me. however a few more wins in there, fun getting to do a Cats inspired facepaint leg/armwarmers character that some absolute random audience member apparently liked so much their dad was like hey your number one fan, can we get a pic. which is in fact a great basis of an interaction to me

had a damper on dance class anyways from like lord the increasing gender "i'd rather not wear fitted dance garments" problems & my left knee getting more sensitive & my just more wearied like i don't see Fun Performances down the line, i was never doing this besides as a hobby, i'm gearing up to go to college where i kind of assume i could fail asap but the idea of keeping up with dance classes too is a bit much so what if we just didn't....meanwhile a drop of Drama(tm) in middle school, but just as like cycle of elective courses four per year so very Brief & i don't think was part of 6th grade's & yknow, middle school. but it was really fun to me still, not sure what all i even learned lol & yet. & like one time it was like uhh write your own scenes / play & Writing Original Stuff has never been a thing for me & is not only unrewarding but yknow difficult like i don't know. writing Vocab Sentences in like first grade i started to get annoyed at how contrived it felt & the teacher complained the sentences were too simple like clearly the context of what the word means is there but i'm sick of making up narrative beats & character arcs that have fuckall to do with me understanding what a bleacher is, but when i decided to Theme them on a computer game i enjoyed then i could rock n roll lol....anyway so Writing Material just became throwing preexisting characters in a bin & just being silly making jokes / stringing some fun plot along w/the acquaintances in the group assigned to be making this, & then Performing it was a high time i was like i love to do fun comedic stuff & be a villain, throwback to fourth grade and doing scenes from julius caesar like yaayyy nongendered casting b/c all the roles are guys anyway & i'm technically a villain which i enjoyyy, but i'm also like i wish anyone told me anything at all about acting techniques, i don't know what i'm doing beyond [talk loud enough]....feedback on the middle school class homemade performance was that nobody really knew what was supposed to be going on while watching it lmao like well that's fine b/c i'm not interested in writing fuckall, could've stood to have feedback that Enjoying Performing Onstage even that goofaroundly wasn't just expriencing the universal baseline lol ah well. my useful personalized feedback from middle school besides that as ever it was great that i got good grades & kept my head down (reading) was the librarian saying nobody checked out rebecca but i might like it, i did have fun & it's like oh nice when there's pleasant nontransactional gestures For No Reason i.e. you didn't even have to "earn" them, i was just getting to hang out reading in the library at the end of the school day. fond memory still like ah being readily handed one of the crushed oreos & gummy worm cups at the end of some early elementary school year Just Because i was there, wasn't that moved by like figurative pats on the head for good grades or what have you when i understood the conditionality of that just fine

in college like Introducing That Shakespeare Theatre like i sure did respond to getting to be up close & personal w/some professional actors & acting & plays, great time attending....kinda was tempted to get involved in the school theatre going on w/classes or productions but at this point it was like, i don't want my parents to be involved in anything at all ideally but especially not something i do suspect i'd genuinely enjoy & care about, plus it was like uh oh there'll be all these ppl older than me with even experience doing plays in high school & stuff :/ but another real damper was being around age peers incl my roommate who still Also had theatre experience & interest much more established & would be telling me like oh you're not a tenor if you're a man or oh you're not doing xyz right that way (based on their own perspective doing a whole other activity) like i love info & tips sure but not people feeling In Charge of me or even giving the awkward biting back genuine feedback wow nice good lmao....knowing some theatre people with theatre knowledge a bit helpful like oh these are some bway shows / cast recordings from like, the '00s & on, i've heard of Some of these, i've seen some macys parade show names....still just lacking context like what the hell Is broadway, just talked about like gonna take a while like it's this location & this technical capacity based venue designation & here's further context yet. still never really Did Theatre but seemed like a fun thing of Course ppl would be interested in, but luckily some Experiencing Performances, saw live stage shows in various mediums at various levels of professionality now & then, in retrospect like oh i think i saw some bway stuff Touring a few times, i just had no idea that was a ting, nobody explained shit lmao. disinterested parents who just kind of expected you to magically Pick Things Up by virtue of existing, but also don't ambiently pick up the things i don't want you to know about, you can bet it all always worked out great....parents at least a Bit interested in theatre / specific shows / recordings was certainly handy like oh okay not everyone would happen to be exposed to some shows even thusly, sure, but again like with no context / further info or really further way to engage with that....also backing off like i ripped off my siblings' pastime when i was three re: dance classes, just b/c their doing lively musical productions in high school seems super fun like i can't Also rip them off on that one (plus even like yeah family / parental proximity & attendance like eugh....)

like that the How Do You Even Get Context like all the time i'd be amazed if stuff i read or watched that i super enjoyed was like Also something i could find in the outside world, other people who liked it, even just the ability to procure it, like wow magical b/c yknow everything is just what i experienced by myself at home w/no significant onlineness yet or way to travel anywhere else. just pouncing on proximate enough things like queer & have to go to church? hell yeah tenor harmonies time & it's always Be Quieter Be Quieter lol well everyone else step it up, there's like 5x as many sopranos with 5x the rehearsal time going over The Melody....but seriously folks. only showing up late for an online breakout popular Current Bway Musical like oh hey btw what Is any of this? & still don't much know what goes on but at least a little more than i did for sure, plus i just don't keep my finger on the pulse of fuckall, i'm not so much more likely to check out musicals for the sake of being musicals so much more than i do movies b/c they're movies, maybe a little more likely though sure lol....& i just have more of that context like ohhh yeah i did super big time like doing live performance & theatremaking stuff the ways i got to / related activities, i just figured like well me & everyone else having the exact same response i'm sure. or same with enjoying taking it in, i suppose

which nowadays it's still like bummer i Never took in any acting technique just b/c it annoys me not to have anything besides idk making it up, also bummer idk how to sing any better than [also making it up] like no technique known barely in the same way, & i just like knowing things, i'd value knowing it just for singing to myself when nobody's around & i like to do a little performing too when pertinent, e.g. more than survive in the kitchen & i'm doing the choreography lol....utterly abstract though like i love to See people acting the crap out of acting & be like oh shit damn wowww, don't Really feel like ah actor au me is just over there....not even sure like ah you can be backstage in other ways, like i do not know how lol plus likewise i just don't think it's gonna come up yknow like we'll cross bridges when we come to them, who knows in this life. but i'm having the highest time ever as Audience, not live & in person but online & lively, like oh fuck yes finally digging into the relatively nicher more specific theatre live performace acting singing musicaling stuff i'd more specifically enjoy like pointing hands to head yelling are you seeing thising getting everything that i want so i do feel like it's worked out well. maybe low level for randos acting / singing instructing just cuz i like to Know & have the Option to wrangle playing around w/effects one can engage with but in the meantime like i Have always cherished proximity & audienceship so. fr Yayyy 💖

[abysshare]

This is your sign to make an OC by the way.

"Its a mary sue" i Don't Care, Make it.

"I Feel cringy" cringe can be cool too btw. Reclaim cringe. Have fun with it.

"I don't know the lore at all / very well" thats okay !!!!

"It doesn't fit the lore" so? Maybe that can be a new story/plotline

"My OC is my Self insert" HELL YEAH!!!

"My OC is not a Self Insert" HELL YEAH !!!

"I don't know where to start" Picrews, dress up games, etc help me as a base. Its okay to take your time and change the design one to multiple times

"I don't know how to draw/write" its fun, you don't have to know everything i promise. Draw a stick figure. Write a few sentences or a quote.

"I'm afraid of people making fun of me" that is very fair and very valid but please do not let other people control you. Life is short, make something out of it.

"My OC is LGBTQIA+/MOGAI/POC/Disabled/Neurodivergent/Fat/etc" FUCK YEAH??? I LOVE YOU /friendly

"My OC is a Kinsona/Furrysona/TherianSona/Systemsona/Charactersona" THOSE ARE SO COOL AND I WISH TO SEE MORE!!!

"I built an entire AU / original universe with my OCs" you're gonna go places i promise /pos

[sharkylass]

im so in love with 'in repetition and change'. genuinely such an interesting concept with INCREDIBLE art to boot !!!!!! so i just. have to say how much i adore it

but! i was going through the irac tag and noticed that. isa's wish isnt stated anywhere! you mentioned that you know his wish, but !!! i am going crazy thinking about what he couldve wished for !!!!!

so i must ask. what did he wish for, and what was his equivalent of the act 5 finale fight? how did he learn to let go of his wish ??? im losing it

thats all, thank you for making this stellar au :))

Yeah no I also wonder what got him eternally stuck

Also some more stuff, cause I made quite a lot for this-

Death Loop gif, for fun. I initially did the audio for this but I leave you with this.

Sif eating with em big cheeks like they were meant to

And of course, the drawings.

I also didn't get to answer one of the questions- I am not fully sure if Isa told everyone about the timeloops. Tho the way I imagine it is that he told them the entirety of Act 2, and after reaching the end he stopped, but I'm just not sure how that would work with the timeloop mechanically.

Maybe in order to do the friend quests he has to pretend he doesn't know everything that's gonna happen, and during that loop the game asks you to go through without skipping- After that he probably just stopped telling them and just pretended everything was fine.

[woantohae]

I love you, I'm sorry || Bucky Barnes x reader! au)

Summary: James loved his wife, his son, and the life he had. However, lately he begins to remember his days as a sought-after bachelor in the past and all the opportunities and experiences he wasted.

One night, a magical being appears to him, who offers him to fulfill a wish, which will change his life completely.

Author's note: So i had this idea for a long time ago and i thought it'll be fun to see where this is going. This is some kind of au, where reader and Bucky are married. The magic being is Doctor Strange.

P.S: I love Bucky, and i know he will never do this 💌

《tags: angst, Bucky being a jerk, fluff, married life, arguments, curse words, a character that decide to step in 👀》

Bucky was tired.

He didn't know if he was tired of the long work day he had in the office, or if he was tired of returning to the routine. Sometimes he began to think what would happen to his life if he had made different decisions.

Don't get him wrong, he was sure of what he had chosen: he loved his son Theo, the sweet 5-year-old who looked up to him with a twinkle in his eye every time they spent time together. Bucky thought it was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. On the other hand, the job he had was good, considering that he must maintain a house, a family, pay the bills, put food on the table everyday and treat himself, his son and especially to his wife.

His dear wife Y/N, who had always been there for him. Who he loved with all his might. He can still remember the first time he met her. Well, the first time he actually saw her. Bucky used to be a heartthrob even back in the days when he went to college. He had a certain reputation with the ladies and never committed himself to a relationship; the black haired man wanted to enjoy his single days as much as he could. That's what he thought until he met Y/N, the sweet girl with glasses who helped him with exams and congratulated him every time he got an A. She had bewitched him from head to toe with her noble heart and sweet aura.

He had it all.

But he also had everything in the past.

A life without worries or bills to pay, girls who fought for his attention or to sit next to him in classes, a group of friends whom he still saw, but without seeing much because of their tight schedules. And well, he didn't want to sound like an idiot, but he didn't have anyone to send him to wash the dishes or change diapers. Plus, he always had someone to have a good time with, if he needed to... de-stress.

It wasn't that with Y/N ​​he didn't want any of that now. But he felt like the flame had gone out since she spent most of her time taking care of Theo, the house and resting from expecting her second child on the way.

Shaking off those thoughts of his head, James takes the keys from his pocket and begins to open the door to be greeted by the excited screams of his son, Theo.

"Daddy! You're finally here." Theo throws himself at him and Bucky reciprocates his hug.

"Hello champion" Bucky ruffles his hair and looks into the boy's blue eyes, who look at him adoringly "You didn't cause your mother any problems, did you?"

The little boy shakes his head.

"I helped her clean up the mess after I drew something for you," he mentions.

Bucky raises an eyebrow and looks at him softly.

"Yeah? I want to see it" Bucky says and the boy runs off to look for the draw.

Bucky sighs and puts his coat and briefcase aside to loosen his tie. All he wanted to do was finish the paperwork he needed by tomorrow without fail, take a shower, and sleep.

"Doll, where are you?" Bucky asks, running his hand over his face in frustration.

"In the kitchen!"

Bucky walks to the room and watches as his wife stirs something in the pot. The aroma of food invades the man's nostrils and his stomach growls with hunger. Y/N puts the spoon aside and hugs him lovingly, making sure her bump doesn't crush against the man's body.

“I missed you,” Y/N murmurs against his lips. Bucky accepts it and hugs her.

"Mhm. I'm really tired," he says barely. Y/N frowns and pouts.

"Long day at work?" He nods.

"And I still have to finish the paperwork," he mentions, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a crazy idea - which he's sure young Bucky would like - occurs to him, he raises an eyebrow and lowers his hands to his wife's butt. "I was thinking that as long as I do the paperwork, and Theo falls asleep... I don't know, we could have fun in the office room."

Bucky starts kissing her neck, to which Y/N ​​giggles. She sighs and moves away from him a little.

"I have to finish doing the laundry and help Theo with his homework," she excuses herself. Bucky grimaces and can't hide the discontent on his face "But maybe later we can..."

"No, it's okay," Bucky says sharply. "I'd better take my plate to the office and eat there."

"Honey, I..."

“It’s okay, Y/N.” And with that, he grabs his plate of food and takes it to his office to lock himself in and not go out again.

"Theo!" Bucky exclaims.

His temperament overwhelms him, especially when he sees the drawing that his son had given him for him to appreciate. He had appreciated the gesture, since Bucky loved when his son drew him, but the man hadn't liked it at all when Theo decided to paint on the reports he had to correct for tomorrow.

Bucky enters the boy's room and he is surprised to see his father angry approaching him. He had never raised his voice at the boy like that, not even when he got into trouble. Y/N follows him when she hears the commotion from the bathroom.

"What happened?" the woman asks calmly. Bucky shows his sheet to the boy.

"Why did you draw on my work report papers? Why did you come into my office, Theo?" Bucky asks, about to lose his cool.

Theo purses his lips and his eyes fill with tears.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to come into my workspace without permission? Damn it!" Bucky screams and the little boy runs into his mother's arms.

"Bucky, this can be fixed, but please don't be so hard on him," Y/N asks, holding the child's head in her belly, in a motherly way.

Bucky shakes his head, laughing unamusedly.

"I have to hand these papers in tomorrow, Y/N! I'm going to have to stay late looking over them," Bucky says angrily. "Theo doesn't have to do this thing where he comes into the office and draws on my papers."

Theo starts to sob.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he says, choking back a cry.

But when James sees this, the man lets out a sigh through his nose and closes his eyes, trying to calm down. The black-haired man crouches down to the child's height and opens his arms. Theo hesitantly approaches him and lets his father's arms wrap around him.

"Oh, champion..." Bucky whispers "I'm sorry"

Y/N watches the scene. She knows his husband is under a lot of stress.

"Do you promise me you won't do it again?" Bucky says looking at the boy, who nods his head and sniffles. The man wipes his tears and smiles slightly. "Good boy. Sorry for yelling at you."

Bucky starts tickling him and the boy laughs in his arms. Y/N laughs when she sees the scene and touches her belly.

“Theo, you have to finish your homework and brush your teeth before going to sleep,” Y/N reminds him.

Theo nods and proceeds to look for his notebooks so his mother can help him. Bucky stands up and looks at his wife with a tired face.

"I have to finish this," he says and she leaves him, caressing his cheek before they both go to do their chores separately.

Bucky can't help but think about how tired he is as he goes to his workspace and locks himself in until he finishes the paperwork.

What would his young self be doing if he hadn't had children?

If he hadn't had Theo and his second baby on the way?

When Bucky comes out of the bathroom in the room he shares with his wife, he drags his feet across the soft carpeted floor and falls onto the bed, while his wife applies cream to his belly, which has grown quite quickly, indicating that there are a few weeks left to see their son be born.

The man just wants to sleep, because he must get up early. He turns off the light on his bedside table and lets his head fall back onto the pillows. He hears a playful giggle from his wife and notices how she turns off the light and approaches him, to begin kissing his neck and caressing his chest with her hand.

"Hi" she whispers.

She continues kissing his neck and Bucky lets her for a moment, even when he feels his wife's hand go down to his boxers. But he doesn't feel like continuing this, he doesn't know why. Maybe it's tiredness or... he no longer feels that way for the woman who caresses his manhood.

"I don't have the energy to continue, doll," he whispers, pushing her away from him and turning his back on her.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." she says, feeling embarrassed.

She raises the sheets until they cover her chest and looks at the ceiling. The truth is that she had also realized that something was distant between them, ever since she gave him the news that they were expecting another child together.

It's like Bucky doesn't see her with the same adoration as before and that makes her feel insecure. Especially when she didn't feel pretty or sexy with the pregnancy.

She closes her eyes, preventing another tear from falling, falling asleep.

Bucky can't.

He keeps thinking about what his life would be like if he hadn't married Y/N.

He loved her, yes. But he was bored of playing the role of the worried, caring, gentle and loving husband. He needed space.

He needed air, so he gets out of bed and watches the figure of the woman sleeping with one hand on her belly. Bucky leaves the room and goes downstairs to grab a beer from the refrigerator and go out to the backyard and sit on the bench to watch the starry night.

"Fuck" he mumbles.

He can't admit it.

No.

But....

"I wish I could go back to my past life" he wishes and takes a sip of his beer.

"Are you sure it's what your heart truly desires?" A voice surprises him.

"Fuck! Shit!" Bucky curses.

He stands up from his spot and notices a man floating in front of him and points the bottle at him, ready to defend himself.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" James looks around and his eyes travel to the window of his room, where Y/N sleeps. "What did they do to my wife? My son?"

The man stops floating to walk on the grass in the yard. Bucky backs away on instinct and continues raising his bottle.

"James Buchanan Barnes" he says his full name, and danger scares him.

"How do you know my name?" He asks without believing it.

"My name is Stephen Strange, and I came here to grant you a wish" Bucky shakes his head, not believing it.

"Pff, sure. And I can fly" he says and raises the bottle, but Strange snaps his fingers and it disappears "What the hell...?"

"Now do you believe me?" Bucky swallows and thinks he's dreaming.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The man who can grant you your wish"

After explaining where it came from and why he was in front of him offering to grant him the wish, Bucky let out a heavy sigh and crossed his arms.

"So... you're saying that you can take me to another reality where I start my life again?" Strange nods calmly. Bucky grimaces. "What will happen to my life here? My job? My kids and my wife?"

Stephen replies: "If I take you to another reality, which in this case would be your past self, your life here will take a different direction. What you do there can completely change what happens here," he explains and moves his fingers to make a golden circle appear with scenes from Bucky's past appearing. The black-haired man approaches as if he were under a spell and remembers some things. "If you decide to go back and be in that reality, nothing you had here would be the same again."

Bucky smiles when he catches a moment where he was the most popular guy in college. Or when he dated Natasha, the most gorgeous woman in the school.

Bucky smiles falters when he sees Y/N studying with him for the exams. And when he carried his son Theo in his arms for the first time.

"Are you sure you want to leave everything you built here to go back to being the famous heartthrob Bucky Barnes?" Strange asks. Bucky swallows and finds himself in a dilemma with himself. On the one hand, he is bored with this domestic and routine life, he misses his life without ties and when he felt like he had everything in the palm of his hand. However, he loves his son Theo, his second child who is on the way and, above all, Y/N.

The woman he married. The woman he loved.

But right now, that didn't seem to care.

But Bucky wanted to have it all and more.

"Strange.... I want to go back" he decides after a moment.

"There will be no turning back," the magician warns him. "With a snap of my fingers, you will wake up in another reality and your life will be different."

And without hesitation, he didn't let himself be clouded by anything other than his desire to have it all again.

"I'm sure"

And Strange snapped his fingers, feeling disappointed once again in people's desire.

Bucky was having a blast.

So far he attended all the parties, went out more with his friends and could go on dates with any girl he wanted. He was taking advantage of that and more.

It was a starry and cool night and with his group they decided to go for some burgers where they always went to eat. Bucky's arm was around the shoulder of his former girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. The hottest and most outgoing girl he had ever met.

"Today Bucky must buy the burgers" Sam says pointing his finger at him.

Bucky snorts and rolls his eyes in amusement, ignoring the strange emptiness he feels in his chest.

"I'll do it as long as someone deigns to come take our order," says the blue-eyed one, looking around in search of a waitress.

Everything stops in the moment for Bucky.

A couple of tables away was Y/N chatting animatedly with Yelena, Ava and John Walker. He knew John because the blonde was with him in his class. He was a jerk, but somehow he was in Y/N's group since he was dating Ava.

Y/N looks beautiful with her glasses.

When he had married her, he may have commented how funny she looked in them, and how the next day she had gone to the ophthalmologist to see if she could wear contact lenses. An idiotic comment on his part.

"Good evening, what are you going to order?" asks a deep voice coming to their table.

Bucky turns around and sees a boy with slightly long brown hair, below his ears. He remembers it because he was in Y/N's class. His name was Robert Reynolds.

The brunette had always tried to woo Y/N, even when she started dating Bucky. Even at their wedding, Bob was there with a hopeful and hurt look as he saw the girl he wanted marrying Bucky. The latter could only give him a victorious look when he kissed the girl to close their engagement.

"James...." the redhead shakes his arm. He reacts and turns to look at the boy who is looking at him expectantly. "What do you want to order?"

Bucky clears his throat.

"I want a burger and a soda," he asks, not really wanting to eat now. Bob notes it and gives them a flat smile.

"Coming right up, excuse me" he leaves and takes the menus from their hands.

Bucky follows him with his eyes to see how he leaves the menus on the table.

"Are you alright, Buck?" Steve asks him.

Bucky nods nonchalantly.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's good"

After a few minutes, while Bucky looked out of the corner of his eye at the table where his wife was, Bob arrives with everyone's orders.

"Thank you," thanks Steve.

"Sure. Enjoy"

Bob leaves again and the black-haired man notices how he talks to the man at the cash register, taking off his apron, and then goes to Y/N's table. She smiles shyly at him and he sits next to her, putting his arm behind her shoulder. Bucky watches this scene in front of him with jealousy.

She was his wife. His Y/N.

"Bucky, are you sure you're okay? You seem angry" Natasha points out, stroking his hand. But he feels a different sensation, comparing it to when Y/N used to do it.

Bucky nods curtly.

"Why do you keep asking me if I'm okay?" He takes a French fry and bites into it. "I'm clearly okay!"

Bucky turns to look at the table and sees how the boys from the other table start walking towards the exit. He notices how Bob leaves his hand on Y/N's lower back and gets up from the table.

"Hey!" They turn to see him. He is frozen in place as he reacts without thinking. Y/N frowns holding Bob's hand.

"Um, the burger was good" he says in an attempt to save himself "Thank you".

John, Yelena and Ava laugh watching the reaction he had. Bob nods his head, looking at him strangely.

"You're welcome?"

Bucky stands for a few seconds before Natasha tugs at his jacket, asking him to sit down. The black-haired man watches as the other group leaves the restaurant, ignoring the rest's eyes on him.

"What is wrong with you?" The redhead asks him.

"Buck, you're acting strange" Sam says.

That's it. Strange.

Stephen could help him.

Bucky gets up again and hurries to chase the group.

"Sorry, i don't feel so good"

Bucky rushes out hearing the screams of his friends behind him, but he doesn't care.

He is a few meters away from Y/N who hugs Yelena, Ava and John goodbye. Those three go their separate ways, while Y/N returns to Bob's arms, who takes her cheeks and kisses her sweetly. Y/N hugs him around the waist and Bob imprisons her against him with his arms.

Bucky feels something in his chest and thinks about the wrong decision he made. He would have to be the one to kiss her. She married him. With Bucky she had a family. With her he had everything.

"Strange. Damn Strange, I need you to help me" he whispers.

"I told you the consequences and you still accepted," Strange says, seriously. "Just like everyone else."

Bucky sighs angrily and waves his hands in exasperation. "Yes, i know. But I regret this. I want to go back to my stupid job, see my son Theo again and meet my son who is on the way. And Y/N...." he whispers hurt "My Y/N"

Stephen shakes his head in dissaproval.

"Humans are all the same. They have everything in their hands and it's still not enough," he reflects. Bucky feels the desperation for his body "I can take you back, but not to go back. But so that you can see and learn from your own mistake"

Bucky nods desperate.

Strange snapped his fingers, and the go back to where it all started.

His house.

It's the same as when he left.

Only the yard is with more flowers and toys scattered around. Bucky felt the urge to pick everything up and wondered since when they had so many flowers. Y/N had told him how much she wanted to plant roses for the garden, but Bucky never liked the idea. Now there were flowers.

Bucky walks to the door and Stephen's voice stops him.

"Don't hurry," he says. "No one will be able to see us, so it's better if you come with me."

Bucky follows him and they enter the house, where the aroma of home-cooked food fills his nostrils. His eyes light up as he sees a child painting on the floor. His adorable face rises when he hears the keys to the door.

"Mom, daddy is here!" he exclaims. The next thing he sees surprises Bucky.

"Champion! I missed you so much!" Bob exclaims, receiving the child in his arms.

The black-haired man's face falls as soon as he sees Y/N receive him in her arms and kiss him lovingly. Like she did with him.

"Are you hungry?" she asks.

"I'm starving," he says over his lips. And he plays a little longer without his little son hearing "Maybe later you could give me my favorite dessert."

Y/N laughs sheepishly and punches him in the arm.

"Dad" his son intervenes. Bob ruffles his hair.

“Wait, why isn’t Y/N pregnant here?” Stephen looks down in shame.

"Today they are supposed to do it so that Y/N gets pregnant with a girl."

Bucky chokes a sob. Y/N always wanted two kids: a boy and a girl.

Bucky remembers that he wasn't all that excited to have a second child. He thought it was already a lot of responsibility with Theo, and a second would be chaotic.

But she looked so happy here.

"I guess I'm not coming back here, am I?" Strange nods.

"It was my decision. And I have to face it like a man," Bucky says. He sighs and looks one last time at the scene in front of his eyes. "He won't hurt her like I hurt her, right?"

Strange denies. "It wouldn't cross Bob's mind to change anything about his life with Y/N, here. It's more than enough"

And with that Bucky leaves with Strange feeling like a sword is stabbed into his chest.

[the-sheep]

Is Starscream now a part of the Malto Family? If so how did the rest of the family react? I think Hashtag is happy and will probably call Starscream "Uncle Star" or something

oh gosh i was joking when i mentioned being an ask blog. my curse continues, so i must answer

Pretty much all i draw/write of ES starscream is part of my "fast track to redemption" au! (title not final) Most easily seen in the fics I've written.

Rather than ignore season 2 entirely, I like the fandom notion that the quintessons perhaps attempted to get Starscream to do their dirty work by taking control of the titan AND killing all the other bots. Since. Well Starscream really needed a Starscream to tell him his plan was absolute dogshit. His plan benefits the Quintessons more than it does the Decepticons.

And i personally believe that ES Starscream would never kill a child, let alone two.

Starting with just a little bit of influence to kickstart things, to more and more interference with all of his systems in order to get him to do what is required, only for him to fail and be made useless to the quints. He snaps out of a haze where he's barely in control of his own body and can barely even comprehend what's happening, dropped back into consciousness hard enough to shatter his spinal strut.

Anyway I made it so that gave him brain damage.

Once everything is over and they do a quick little scan of his body for damage or weapons, discoveries are made.

To extra super fast track my favorite setting of "everyone is kinda friends and casually near each other", i needed to essentially declaw Starscream. Without the mind control he's still an asshole who will try and destroy everyone's trust in him as often as possible, which without external assurance that he's genuinely not a threat, would make all the adults keep him in jail for years.

AND i think he wouldn't even stay at the autobot base if he didnt have to rely on them.

Yeah thats about the minimum i think it would take for starscream to mayyyybe admit weakness. The quintessons gave him a tummyache :(

Thus, we got ourselves a seeker wandering the base within months.

and then we have someone much more willing to confront the sadder feelings Hashtag has about so many things. And relates on the mind control front, since she isn't very close with Grimlock.

They connected, if only for a moment. by primus they'll connect again. he's adopting her if its the last thing he'll do.

and then hes made fun of for adopting 7-9 teens because hes being a stereotypical nesting seeker.

this gives me the setting to do what i wish.

[diamonddaze01]

happy seokmin day (again and again and again)

pairing: lee seokmin x f!reader | wc: 3.5k

genre: fluff and humor | groundhog day au! warnings: none! a/n: happy birthday sweet boy. I would celebrate your birthday a million times over // i'm so sorry i'm late <3333

summary: Seokmin’s birthday is stuck on repeat, and he’s starting to wonder if he’s ever going to get the chance to say what’s really on his mind—if the universe ever lets him, that is.

The first time it happens, Seokmin brushes it off as déjà vu.

He’s standing in the middle of the party, surrounded by the boys, a cake in front of him, their faces beaming with that familiar warmth. They sing happy birthday with just a little too much enthusiasm, but that’s part of the fun. There’s that soft hum of chatter in the background, the clinking of glasses, the way the candles flicker in the low light. Everything feels so... normal. Expected. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then, he blows out the candles. A wish, whispered under his breath, but he doesn’t even know what it is. It’s always something vague like “hope this year’s the best,” but in that moment, everything feels right. Perfect, even. He’s surrounded by people who care, who love him.

But then, the moment shifts.

One second, he’s holding his breath, staring at the cake, his fingers slightly singed from the candles’ warmth. The next, he’s standing in the exact same spot, the same cake, but the whole thing has reset. No one’s singing. The candles haven’t even been lit yet. Seokmin blinks, confused, scanning the room, but everything seems... just a little too familiar.

His head tilts to the side, and the nagging feeling at the back of his mind grows. This isn’t normal. This is something... off.

“Seokmin!” The sound of his name draws his attention. It’s you, of course, standing beside him with a goofy grin on your face. ��You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

He laughs it off. “Yeah, just—just tired.”

You raise an eyebrow, as if you’re not convinced, but you let it go, distracting him with the cake again. “Make a wish already! You can’t not have a wish on your birthday.”

So he does.

Candles lit. Laughter. Same as before. But there’s still that feeling gnawing at him. That something in the air that feels just a little too heavy.

It’s fine, though. Nothing to worry about. It’s just his imagination. He’s been running on very little sleep lately with work and the guys and—wait, was that a flash of déjà vu?

The thought is gone as quickly as it comes. It’s nothing.

Seokmin moves on.

The second time, it’s harder to ignore.

He’s halfway through a speech—his usual birthday one, where he talks about how lucky he is to have everyone in his life, making fun of the group for their ridiculous inside jokes, laughing at how bad their singing is when they go off-key. But before he can finish his thought, the world shifts again.

The laughter cuts off. The warm light of the room flickers and disappears, replaced by an eerie stillness. Seokmin stumbles forward, hand on his chest, breath catching in his throat. He tries to steady himself, but it feels like the world is pulling him in multiple directions at once.

He’s not in the same room anymore.

He’s on a rooftop, the sounds of the city below. You’re next to him, leaning against the railing as you tilt your head back, staring at the stars. You smile at him—this soft, serene look he’s seen a hundred times, and yet, it feels new. He knows what you’re going to say before the words come out, but he can’t stop the ache in his chest anyway.

“You always get so shy around your birthday,” you say, voice light. “You’re a little harder to figure out when it’s your day.”

And it hits him like a wave—the nagging feeling he’s been trying to ignore. He’s been here. He’s said these exact words. He’s felt that same nervous flutter when you catch him looking at you in a way he shouldn’t. The weight of his confession he’s never quite been able to make. The crackling air between you, and how close you both always are, but never enough.

But then, as he opens his mouth to say something—anything—the world shifts again.

The third time it happens, Seokmin finally recognizes the pattern.

He’s standing in front of the cake again, the flickering flames of the candles casting dancing shadows on his face. This time, when he blows them out, he makes a real wish—no longer a vague hope for “the best year.”

This time, it’s simple. “I want to stop feeling like I’m stuck.”

But as soon as he’s finished, the room falls away again, leaving him alone in a cold, empty space. The world flickers, resets.

His stomach churns. His head spins. He tries to run to you—please, let him find you—but before he even reaches the door, the day resets again.

And again.

By the tenth time, Seokmin is starting to lose his grip on reality.

He wakes up in the same spot every time: beside the cake, the lights dim, the scent of freshly baked pastries lingering in the air. Every reset, he notices something new. A familiar look from one of the guys, a detail in the background, an oddity he hadn’t noticed before. Time stretches and warps, and the more he tries to change something, the more it seems like everything stays the same.

He tries to leave the party entirely. He tries running away from it all. He even considers telling the group about what’s happening. But each time, he gets stopped short by a familiar voice—the one that always calls him back.

You.

“I’m starting to get worried,” you say, arms crossed, eyes filled with that tender understanding. “You’re not yourself tonight.”

“I’m fine.” He wants to say more, but the words don’t come. His voice feels hoarse. Tired.

“Seokmin,” you begin, your tone soft, coaxing him into speaking. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself. Whatever it is, we’re all here for you.”

He stares at you, desperate to make the words come out. To tell you everything—about the loop, about his heart, about how every version of this birthday is perfect, except for the part where he never gets to tell you how much he needs you in it.

But the moment he opens his mouth— Gone.

Back to the beginning.

Seokmin cycles through his birthday more times than he can count. Some resets last hours, others mere seconds. He’ll be mid-sentence, mid-laugh, mid-something important, and then— Gone. Back to the start.

He tries everything. Changing his routine. Going off-script. Leaving the party early. Staying late. Climbing onto a table and shouting, “I’M IN A TIME LOOP, SOMEONE HELP ME.” (That one just made Jihoon roll his eyes and Mingyu film it for content.)

No matter what he does, the day keeps resetting.

The only thing that remains constant is you.

Every time the loop throws him somewhere new, you’re there. Smiling at him over cake. Fixing his party hat. Tugging him away from the crowd when you notice he’s overwhelmed. Sitting beside him on the rooftop, legs swinging over the edge, voice soft when you say, “You’re really something special, you know that?”

Seokmin swallows. This moment—he knows it. It’s one of his favorites. The one where the city is stretched out below you, where he always thinks about saying something more but never quite does.

And then— Darkness.

And then— Candles.

And then— The same day, again.

The loop has been relentless. It’s exhausting. Overwhelming. He’s starting to lose track of what’s real and what’s just another iteration of the same moments that never lead anywhere.

But then, this time—this time he finds himself with you.

The night air is cool against his skin as the two of you sit on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge. It’s the same as every other time, and yet it’s different. Something inside him has finally reached its breaking point. His mind won’t stop spinning.

You’ve been talking—about nothing important, really. Something about how the stars are too far away to ever truly understand. He doesn’t even hear your words. His head is full of static. Of loops. Of never-ending repetition.

He can’t take it anymore.

“I think I’m stuck in time,” he blurts out, voice sharp, cracking on the last word. He rubs his face with his hands, frustration and exhaustion filling the space between you both.

You pause, tilting your head as you look at him with that same understanding expression, like you’re the only person who truly sees him in this moment. And that makes him feel even worse, because he doesn’t know how to make this better. He doesn’t know how to escape the loop, or if there even is an escape.

“Then what’s your mission?” you ask, almost casually. Like it’s a joke. A simple question between friends. “Gotta find your true love to break the spell?”

And that’s when it clicks.

True love. That’s what this is. This whole cycle. Every version of the day, every reset, has led him to you. To this moment. To your smile, your warmth, your gentle teasing.

Seokmin freezes, staring at you. The weight of the realization hits him all at once. The ache in his chest, the frustration with time, all of it has just been leading him to this moment, and to you. Because maybe this isn’t a curse. Maybe it’s a second chance. A third, a fourth, an infinite number of chances to get it right.

And then—everything stops. The world shifts. The night air fades, and the sounds of the city below fade into nothingness.

The loop resets.

But this time, Seokmin knows. He knows exactly what he has to say.

Seokmin’s lost track of the number of times the day’s looped, but he knows one thing for sure now: he’s so close. Every loop brings him a little closer to breaking the cycle, to finally breaking free from the repeating cycle of birthdays. Every time he gets closer to telling you everything, the universe seems to press rewind just as he’s about to cross that threshold.

He’s not sure how much longer he can keep doing this, how much longer he can live in this loop without losing his mind.

This time, he's sitting on the couch next to you. The lights in the room are dim, the sound of soft music in the background. He’s holding your gift in his hands, the one you gave him earlier in the night—something simple, but so thoughtful.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice a little shaky, but he’s determined this time. He’s finally going to say what he’s been holding back.

But just as he opens his mouth, the world flickers. He feels the shift in the air, that familiar pull, and suddenly, everything is gone.

The room disappears. The couch vanishes. He’s standing back at the beginning of the loop, cake in front of him, everyone singing happy birthday.

And then, it happens again.

This time, his heart is racing. He’s standing across from you, the lights soft, the air electric with unspoken words. He’s staring at you, so close, but this time, there’s no laughing. No distractions. He’s ready. Ready to tell you everything. The truth. The feeling in his chest that’s been building for days, for years, as long as he’s known you.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. He takes a step forward, almost close enough to touch you. His heart is pounding in his chest. This is it. This is finally it.

But just before he can say the words that have been trapped in him for so long—the world snaps.

The sound of static fills his ears. The room evaporates, and he’s back at the birthday party again, cake in front of him, his friends singing—again.

He stumbles back, his body hitting the wall, and he just stands there, head in his hands, overwhelmed.

Why can’t I just say it?

The loop pulls Seokmin up to the rooftop again, and the cool night air feels familiar now. He’s sitting beside you, legs dangling over the edge, watching the city lights flicker below. There’s a tension between you both this time—a weight that hasn’t been there before.

You’re quiet for a long time, your hands clasped together. He can feel your gaze on him, and it makes his stomach twist.

“Seokmin,” you say softly, voice almost lost in the wind. “I… I don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to tell you this, but I think I’ve figured it out. I think I love you, Seokmin.”

Seokmin freezes, his heart skipping a beat. What? It’s the first time you’ve said it so clearly. The confession is out there, floating between the two of you, raw and vulnerable.

His breath catches in his throat, a thousand things running through his mind. He turns toward you, ready to speak, to tell you that he feels the same, to finally break the cycle.

But then—

Everything disappears. The rooftop, your words, the confession—all of it vanishes.

His chest tightens. The same fucking cake. The fucking candles. The fucking singing.

He wants to scream, to break something, but instead, he just stands there, feeling the weight of the repetition, the loop pulling at him again. He hasn’t said anything back. He hasn’t told you anything.

Seokmin’s been through this loop so many times, he’s stopped counting. At first, he tried to get everything just right—timing the words, waiting for the right moment to confess. He overthought every gesture, every smile, every conversation, hoping that this time, it would be enough.

But the resets kept happening.

The loop kept forcing him back to the start.

And now, Seokmin’s finally had enough.

He stands up abruptly at the table, knocking over a chair in the process. The room goes silent, everyone staring at him, confused by the sudden movement. He doesn’t care.

His heart is pounding in his chest, a mix of anxiety and relief washing over him. This—this is it. He’s done waiting for the perfect moment. He’s done overthinking.

He doesn’t look at anyone else. He locks eyes with you across the room. You’re watching him, your expression uncertain, waiting for him to say something.

Without a second thought, he grabs your hand, his grip tight but reassuring, and pulls you toward the door. The room’s quiet, but all he can hear is the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears as he leads you out to the rooftop.

Once the door shuts behind you, the city sprawls out before you, the quiet hum of the night air surrounding you both. You stand there together, the tension thick.

Seokmin’s breath hitches. He’s never been this certain, and yet, never been this terrified.

“I don’t care if this keeps happening forever,” he says, his voice raw, eyes searching yours, desperate for some kind of understanding. “I don’t care if this is the tenth, the hundredth, the thousandth time. As long as I have you, in every version of this day, I’m okay with it. I want you. I need you. I… I don’t need it to be perfect anymore. I just need it to be real.”

There’s a pause, your eyes wide, processing his words. He watches you, heart racing, and for a moment, he thinks it’s all going to reset again. That he’s too late, that his words won’t matter.

Instead, you step forward, gentle but sure, your hands lifting to cradle his face. You pull him in slowly, your forehead brushing against his as your lips meet in the softest, most tender kiss he’s ever known.

It’s slow and loving, like you’re both pouring everything you’ve been trying to say into this one moment. There are no words, no urgency—just the warmth of his hands on your waist and yours on his cheeks, the steady rhythm of your breath mingling together.

This kiss is everything. It’s messy, it’s imperfect, but it’s real. It’s everything Seokmin has been trying to say for a thousand loops, everything he’s been scared to admit. It’s all there, in the softness of your lips, in the way his heart finally calms, the world feeling right for the first time.

And when you pull away, your forehead resting against his, you whisper, “I’m here. This is real.”

Seokmin’s chest tightens, and for the first time, he feels like maybe the cycle has finally ended.

He feels it again—the flicker, the tremor of the loop resetting. His heart stutters, and for a split second, the world blurs. Just like that, the rooftop disappears, the weight of your words evaporates into nothing, and the next time he blinks, it’s morning.

He’s on his couch, surrounded by balloons, the remnants of his birthday scattered around him. Seungkwan is snoring on the floor beneath him, looking entirely too comfortable.

His hand goes instinctively to his phone. February 19th. His heart does a double-take.

“Okay, alright,” Seokmin mutters to himself, taking a deep breath and trying to ground himself. No loop today. No time resets. This is real. This is... okay.

The door creaks open, and before Seokmin can scramble to pretend nothing happened, you walk in. He freezes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, does she remember?

You stop in your tracks, noticing his panic immediately.

“You look like you saw a ghost,” you say with a small, knowing smile, handing him a steaming cup of coffee.

Seokmin takes it with trembling hands, trying to keep his composure. His heart is still racing. “Uh… thanks,” he mutters, eyes darting between your face and the cup.

And then, you do something that knocks the breath out of him. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his hair, your lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

Seokmin feels like he might drop the cup.

You sit down next to him, your hand brushing against his, and before he can ask, you intertwine your fingers with his. It feels so natural, like you’ve done this a hundred times before, like it’s always been this way.

Seokmin lets out a shaky breath, trying to settle his racing heart. The kiss to his hair is still fresh in his mind, the warmth of your touch lingering as if it’s just the beginning of something more. But he needs to know—does she remember?

You lean back against the couch, casually picking up a stray balloon and letting it float above you. "Did you enjoy your birthday?" you ask, your voice light but with that knowing edge, as if you already know the answer.

Seokmin forces a small smile, setting the coffee mug down. "Yeah, but I’m glad it’s over," he admits, scratching the back of his neck. "Time for a new day, right?"

You laugh softly, nudging him with your shoulder. "Well, it’s not like it really ended, is it? You’ve been a bit... off." You glance at the balloons scattered around, the remnants of the birthday party. "Did you get everything you wanted?"

Seokmin meets your gaze, his nerves suddenly raw. He opens his mouth to say something as you lean your head against his shoulder. 

You tilt your head up and, with a sly grin, whisper, "For the record, I love you too."

Seokmin's heart nearly stops. It’s all too much—the words he’s been dying to hear, the weight of everything he’s finally said, and the warmth of your hand still intertwined with his. Without thinking, he shoves a few balloons aside and sets the coffee mug down with a hasty clink.

Then, with a speed that seems to take even him by surprise, he tackles you back onto the couch, his lips immediately finding yours in a flurry of kisses. He presses his lips to your face, to your cheeks, to your forehead, pouring everything he's been holding inside into each kiss.

You squeal in protest, laughing, "Seungkwan is RIGHT THERE!"

Seokmin doesn’t even pause, his fingers tangling in your hair as he laughs. "He’ll survive," he murmurs between kisses. 

You roll your eyes, trying to push him off, but it's no use.

"Seriously though," Seokmin says between kisses, his lips lingering near yours. "This is real, right? The whole thing won’t reset?"

You pause, pulling back just enough to look at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. "Are you feeling okay?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Seokmin’s face flushes slightly, and he quickly waves it off, his hands already moving back to your face as if he can’t stop. "Nevermind," he mutters, and with that, he dives right back into pressing gentle kisses against your cheeks, your forehead, your lips.

And then, from the floor, Seungkwan groans, his voice muffled but still cutting through the air. "Can you maybe do this somewhere else? My hangover's bad enough—I don't need to vomit too."

Seokmin freezes for a moment, glancing over at Seungkwan’s disgruntled form on the floor. Then, with a smirk, he looks down at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"My house, my rules," Seokmin declares, leaning in and planting a quick kiss on your lips, "and my rule is I get to kiss the girl who loves me whenever I want."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous."

He grins and leans in again, ignoring Seungkwan’s protests. 

For the first time, there’s no shift. No reset.

Just you.

And him.

And the world moving forward, steady and certain, with no more loops to break.

tagging: @ottersmind @blvenote @kyeomsworld @cookiearmy @armycarat2612 @rjea @xylatox @flwrshwa

@christinewithluv @headlockimnida @letwiiparkjay @cherr-y-eji @codeinbelle @baguette-atiny @whoa-jo @noiceoofed

[whirlpool-blogs]

whirlpool's personal MOTA fic recs!

I've actually been dying to put this together for a while now...today is as good an excuse as any! I might not know everyone's tumblrs vs ao3 names so I will NOT be offended if you tell me to correct something!! <3

the big list = going alphabetical order in my folder because YES I do download my favorites, it's like having your own little bookshelf!!

non-clegan fics:

nine mothers' sons by @reallylilyreally (truly beautiful, breathtaking, and **THE** John Brady bible for the fandom so make sure you pray to it every night)

at your heels by @reallylilyreally (this one is Ev Blakely, another really beautiful story that helps you understand just why Crosby's memoir speaks of Blakely with such love and affection)

clegan (or gale-centric, or john-centric) fics:

A Direct Solution by @sweaterkittensahoy (Gale & Marge proposition Bucky...so cute and so hot)

ain't it easy? by @stereobone (dom/sub with john as the dom but ohhh man it's so much more than just that!!!!! this fic is so full of FEELS. and it's also HOTTTT. and also the FEELSSSSS.)

all the rest of what I want with you by @london-cowboy (the level of care that went into writing this fic is insane and impeccable. down to its own internal timeline, little egan kiddos, and the ANGST. but it's all worth it, I promise!!)

back home where you're from, that's the measure of a man by wolfhalls (nice little oneshot of the bucks, I love the back-and-forth of their dialogue in this one, it really does feel like two people who know each other well)

bittersweet between my teeth by @blixabargelds (post-war adjustment...love when the two majors are a little messy and a little sad and also john calls gale the prettiest thing he ever saw so there's that <3)

bluebirds singing a song by ourdarkspirits (Marge jumps Bucky's bones. Then Gale joins. Super fun, super hot!)

Close and Yet Closer by Anonymous (LITERALLY THE MOST!!!!!! FIC OF ALL TIME!!!!!!! Gale is a little bit mean and John is a lot bit sweaty. Like all the time. it's amazing and you should read it and it WILL change your life.)

Corpse Song by birdwif (oof. john is miserable in the stalag he's scratching at the door he's gnawing his own leg off.)

deep breath baby by @defnotanarc (um FISTING. yeah. intense and delicious. side note sometimes the world isn't fair and people who are really talented and amazing at drawing are also really good WRITERS too LIKE WTF!!)

DOG DINNER by @wompire (super interesting writing style, extremely poetic and striking. hits you right in the gut.)

everything and the kitchen sink by @swifty-fox (YEAH THIS ONE WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE TOO. modern au where gale is a professional dom and john is a journalist who hornily consents to both (1) fucking around, and (2) finding out. in top ten fics of the decade in general tbh)

Freed From Desire by @feyd-meowtha (yoooooo such a fun and free and sexy fic!!! such a great writing style and such a cool remix of all the characters we know and love!)

He wears his love around his neck by kasugayamaisforlovers (Gale character study, he tries to run his little gay thoughts away which is always so fun to see)

hold me like a knife by storm_warning (tw: self-harm, this REALLY gets into John's self-destructive stalag spiral and it's super visceral and wet and heart-wrenching and written with such, such care and precision)

Hound Within the Heart by Anonymous (fairy-tale esque, gets super crazy and pushes the limits of reality but in the best ways possible)

I Don't Wanna Be Alone Tonight by @johnslittlespoon (cuddling for warmth <3 and then a little more <3 <3 so sweet and intimate!!)

I Like A Bad Boy by @nicijones (modern college AU and bucky is a fratty fuckboy type & in this fic he DOES punch a guy for Gale and it's all very hot and sweet and a delight to read)

i wish you wouldn't tell me (about your hawaiian party) by @whitetrashjj (when the fuckbuddies thing gets messyyyyyy because gale catches feelingsssssss, so delicious and meaty!!)

if that isn’t love, it’ll have to do by @irregularcollapse (ALWAYS such incredible character reads from this author, never misses. also facefucking. also FACEFUCKING <3)

i'll be seeing you by @puffanities (a quick 1.6k oneshot but still packed with some really great characterization and powerful language!! 'when the numbers of planes don’t match...')

i'll find you before the dust settles by butidontreallycare (a Westworld AU!! super cool)

in our bedroom after the war by @stereobone (one of those fics that's just like. a pillar of the community, y'know? iconic. classic. eternal.)

Into the Unknown by Melanie_Mikaelson (big win for john whump enjoyers. BIG win. like 20+ chapters of winning)

it ain't for meatball by @meyerlansky (Curt/Bucky. Curt puts the dog collar on Bucky....and it's HOTTTT arf arf i'm barking just like bucky is in this fic...)

It's Not Love, but It's Fun by @sweaterkittensahoy (Curt/Bucky, 500 words so it's short and sweet just like Curt ahahahaha, ANYWAY still such an interesting little read regardless!)

judgment by the hounds by @puffanities (PG, very visceral and tender apology after the stalag fight scene <3)

level-off maneuvers by wormringers (sweet little oneshot of the Bucks in London)

little fix by ForASecondThereWedWon (Algeria <3 <3 you just kNOW those two gay pilots were sniffing and huffing and licking each other's sweat.....this author GETS it)

love means nothing (in tennis) by @irregularcollapse (fics that make you go WEEEEEEEE!!!! every word, every physical action that these characters take is SO precise and well-written. truly like wrapping a soft bathrobe around yourself and also the bathrobe is incredibly sexy and also they're sucking each other off post-game but PRE-shower. also gale's dad!! also margie!! truly such a well crafted AU)

make you feel alive by @sig-nifier (really sweet little oneshot of gale being a little protective of john. and i am ALWAYS a sucker for the 'call off your dog' trope... and it's done perfectly here!)

meet me at the chapel by @swifty-fox (still in-progress and SUCH a creative, inventive universe!! outlaw john you will always be famous to me!!!!)

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder by @swifty-fox (swift can really weave a story like no one else. so many lines that pack a punch. and in the end, they make it <3)

my type by @spaceshipkat (this one is SOOOOO well-written, I always go so crazy for the dialogue!!! such a great push-pull dynamic in this fic)

night terror by @antiquitea (hot! and sweet! and HOT! and angsty!!!!! highlights include: gale gives john a literal countdown deadline to get off)

Obligate Mutualism by bowhuntress (Gale-centric story of trying to get John through the stalag, then returning the England without Bucky, a fic very obviously written with a lot of care and love)

obsessions, and other things by @sig-nifier (the Bucks cope. really great pacing and dialogue, and I always love when fics take the care to delve into john's struggle with alcoholism as well)

of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world (he walks into mine) by @whitetrashjj (really fun parallel universe where Buck owns a bar, just a great read all-around!)

Oh, I do, do I? by @defnotanarc (DIRTY TALK, like the most delicious, incredible dirty talk you can imagine, this fic nails it!!)

One of your Girls by @soliloquy-dawn (9k oneshot and it's great all the way through, Gale is jealousssss of John fucking around, don't worry they resolve it <3, definitely captures that innocence of pre-Bremen MOTA episodes)

peacetime like a liminal space by @spaceshipkat (this one is PHENOMENAL. post-war, John goes to New York City and turns out it doesn't fill the emptiness. luckily Gale shows up. <3)

Putting Words to It by @impalachick (YEAH THIS ONE IS REALLY HOT. John is a snoop and reads Gale's letters to Marge <3)

Reunited by Flowersandthings (PG, cute & funny oneshot of the Bucks being reunited after Gale makes it over from Greenland!)

Reverie by @avonne-writes (REALLY creative, well-crafted story. Gale and John are soulmates and can visit each other's dreams since adolescence. INCREDIBLE journey and arc in this story, the stalag part is just wow. truly such a gift to the fandom!!).

Rugire by Anonymous (umm omegaverse-ish but with deer dynamics. messy. and SO good.)

SHOTGUN. by pornogirl (YEAH this one is awesome, it's not safe it's not sane but oh boy it is consensual)

Song of Songs by @swifty-fox (sweaty sex sweaty sex sweaty sex)

Spin, Sit, Roll-Over by @glumbabie (Gale is a little mean to John and it's VERY sexy of him tbh. 'DOGS DON'T TALK'???? 'YOU CAN EAT'???????? yeah. read this.)

the chimneys hardly ever fall down by @redbelles (another Gale/Marge + John, and it's HOT. it's SEXY it's awesome!!)

the hand of a good man by @stereobone (John rewrites Gale's daddy history <3)

the jacket by @dogmetaphors (REALLY great sense of dialogue and characterization even in 1.6k words, also shamelessly horny and SO yummy)

The Major’s Wife by tryingmyhandatwriting (John/Original Female Character but like. give this one a chance, I'm telling you!! I'm always soooo compelled by sex scenes that like. are actually a little bit unhappy. and this one SERVESSSSS.)

this must be the place by @blixabargelds (BIG win for Gale whumpers. broken bone and LOTS of blood and super well-written)

To be alone with you by Damn_Illusive (THIS ONE IS SO, SO SPECIAL AND CREATIVE!! freaky army experimentation gives gale and john telepathic communication. incredible separation arc while gale is in the stalag. really, really unique story that is such a staple in my mind as one of the the most incredible clegan stories ever. I think about this one A LOT!!!)

To the Moon and Back by @rambleonwaywardson (iconic astronaut AU, written with SUCH care and love, it's so obvious!! and BIG win for john whumpers. who said that -)

Tough And Sweet (Like You And Me) by @johnslittlespoon (sooo fun and creative and inventive, Bikeriders-esque!Gale and a sweeter, more innocent John. really well crafted)

trading paper dolls by ForASecondThereWedWon (Alex draws Gale pinup girl style in the stalag.....John swipes it.... super great fic!)

two slow dancers by everywordnotsaid (unrequited love, John for Gale, through their journey. I genuinely, actually sobbed for a long time at the conclusion of this fic. I am always thinking about this fic. I think it really captures something about the experience of watching the show and realizing in that hopeless, lovesick kind of way that there's no way to go back in time and save all of them. I still get teary whenever I think about this story or hear the song. It's one of those fics that's not just good, not just great, but somehow also really fucking IMPORTANT. this story MATTERS. you should absolutely read it and save it and imprint it onto your heart. I know it's imprinted onto mine.)

Un Chant d’Amour by @counting0nit (really intriguing take on the interrogation center time frame!)

unicorns, and other extinct animals by @spaceshipkat (really, really incredible reading experience. something that actually touches other aspects of my life, even now. I see planes overhead and I think about this fic. I see letters on a table and I think about this fic. just. this author GETS IT, you know? just absolutely nails every aspect of this kind of fic: post-war adjustment, the pain, the LOVE. this fic will make you FEEL it. let it happen.)

Up In Our Bedroom by @steeseman (ICONIC. really one of those pillars of the community type fics, y'know? it's funny and it's sweet and it's painful and the hot parts are HOT. clearly written with SO much care, and SO much love, and SO much precision. every single word packs a punch. absolutely one of my top reads of all time, across time, across fandoms)

When the bones are good by @aramblingjay (a really incredible post-war fic, such a beautiful, rich writing style!! isn't afraid to dig at the hard parts - john's relationship with alcohol, their nightmares from the war. stunning visuals -- the author uses setting and place and motion in such a tangible, real way. I can still see the little hideout spot in my mind's eye, even now. one of those fics that's just. such a treasure to the fandom.)

your dreams, whatever they be by @drylite (this one is super new, and it's just SUCH solid writing!)

You're A Dog (I'm Your Man) by @johnslittlespoon (one of those fics that's a pillar of the fandom for SURE!!! definitely a classic)

[ms-snape]

Believe in me (Young!severus snapexreader)

Request: not arequest, but requests are opened, I really need to precise that cause I didn't receive any

Summary: Severus is in love with a close friend to the marauders

Warning: marauder's bully

Word count: 1457

Masterlist

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The Great Hall was alive with the raucous laughter and chatter of students. Long tables, laden with food, stretched beneath floating candles that flickered like stars against the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, Y/N sat between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, her laughter ringing clear as she recounted a story from their latest escapade.

“—and then James slipped right in front of Evans ! I thought he was going to fall right into the lake!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Sirius nudged her, grinning.

“Yeah, but you should’ve seen his face! Priceless!” he howled, slapping the table with a loud thud.

Across the hall, Severus Snape sat alone at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes shadowed by his long, greasy hair. He watched Y/N with a mix of admiration and longing, his heart aching. She was everything he wasn’t—bright, lively, and surrounded by friends. The Marauders, her closest companions, were notorious for their pranks and teasing, and Severus was their favorite target.

“Hey, Snivellus!” James Potter’s voice boomed across the hall, drawing the attention of nearby Gryffindors. Y/N’s laughter faltered as she turned to see what was happening. “What’s it like being the biggest loser in school?”

“Leave him alone, James,” Y/N said, her voice firm. She leaned forward, her brows knitting together in defiance. “He hasn’t done anything to you.”

James scoffed, and Sirius chimed in, “Oh come on, Y/N! It’s just a bit of fun. Besides, he enjoys it.”

Severus scowled, his hands curling into fists. He wanted to vanish under the table, but Y/N’s presence anchored him. She always defended him, even when it seemed hopeless.

“Fun for you, maybe,” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “But it’s cruel. You’re just bullying him because he’s a Slytherin.”

“Yeah, and he’s a total creep,” Peter Pettigrew sneered, snickering at the end of the table.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice cut through the noise like a knife. The hall quieted, and all eyes turned to her. “Severus is my friend. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Your friend?” Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. He’s practically a Death Eater in training!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the accusation. “That’s not fair, and you know it! He’s not like that.”

“Then maybe he should stop acting like a weirdo,” James said, crossing his arms defiantly.

Severus felt the heat of shame wash over him. He wanted to defend himself, to yell back, but his voice was trapped in his throat. Instead, he turned away, focusing on the food in front of him, wishing he could disappear entirely.

Remus, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Look, can we just drop it? Y/N is right. Severus hasn’t done anything to us. Can we not make someone feel terrible for no reason?”

Sirius rolled his eyes but shrugged. “Fine. Just thought we could use a little fun.”

Y/N shot Remus a grateful smile, and for a fleeting moment, Severus felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a chance for him, a chance to be more than just the outcast.

As the students resumed their chatter, Y/N caught Severus’s gaze. He looked away quickly, his heart racing. She was always kind to him, even when her friends were not. But the thought of her defending him only deepened his feelings, complicating everything.

After dinner, Y/N made her way toward the Slytherin common room, her heart pounding with each step. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Severus, to understand him better. The Marauders had left her feeling unsettled, their casual cruelty gnawing at her conscience.

“Hey, Severus,” she called out softly as she approached him near a dimly lit corridor.

Severus looked up, surprised. “What do you want, Y/N?” His voice was a mix of curiosity and caution.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I’m sorry about how they treated you. They can be—”

“—insufferable?” Severus finished, his tone biting. “I know. But you don’t need to defend me. It won’t change anything.”

Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. “You deserve better than their bullying. You’re smarter than them, Severus. You know that.”

“Smart enough to be a target,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You don’t understand. They’ll never change. And neither will I.”

“Stop saying that!” Y/N exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. “You’re not a lost cause! You can be more than this.”

“What more can I be? A rejected Slytherin? The boy no one wants to be friends with?” he retorted, his voice rising. “You think I want to be in this position?”

Y/N took a step back, her heart aching at the pain in his voice. “I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to be alone, Severus.”

“Alone is all I’ve ever known,” he said, his voice cracking. “Why do you even care? You’re friends with them. You could be popular, happy—”

“I care because I see you!” she shouted, her cheeks flushed with emotion. “You’re not just some Slytherin. You’re smart, talented, and you’re my friend. I won’t let them treat you like this!”

Severus’s heart raced at her words, a mix of anger and something softer churning within him. “Y/N…”

Before he could finish, she took another step closer, her heart pounding. The world around them faded, and it was just the two of them in that narrow corridor. Without thinking, he leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss.

It was electric—soft at first, then deepening as they both surrendered to the moment. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, while Severus’s hands rested on her waist, as if he were afraid she might disappear.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes. “See? You’re not alone.”

Severus’s expression softened, the walls he'd built around his heart beginning to crumble. “But they’ll never accept us,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Then we’ll show them they’re wrong,” she said fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. “I won’t let them bully you, and I won’t let you push me away either.”

Severus nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Then don’t be,” Y/N replied softly. “We can face them together.”

As the tension faded, a new understanding blossomed between them. They stood in silence, caught in a moment of shared vulnerability, a fragile connection that promised to grow stronger.

Days passed, and the dynamic between Y/N and the Marauders shifted as well. While Sirius and James were still quick to tease, they hesitated to attack Severus in front of her. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental to Y/N. Remus remained a quiet support, often stepping in to diffuse tensions when things got too heated.

One afternoon, as the sun cast golden light across the grounds, Y/N and Severus found a quiet spot by the lake. The water shimmered like glass, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the water.

“Every day,” Severus admitted, his voice heavy. “But I don’t know how to change.”

“You already have,” she said, turning to look at him. “You’re not just a Slytherin. You’re Severus Snape, and that’s enough.”

He met her gaze, searching for doubt but finding only sincerity. “What if they never accept me?”

“Then we’ll make our own path,” she said boldly. “We don’t need their approval.”

Severus’s heart swelled with emotion. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” she admitted, her expression softening. “But it’s worth it.”

As they sat together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The warm breeze rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Severus felt a sense of belonging—a feeling he had long thought impossible. He turned to Y/N, seeing her in a new light, not just as a friend but as someone who saw him for who he truly was.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“For believing in me,” he replied, his heart racing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, and for the first time, he dared to hope for a future where he wasn’t alone.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Severus took Y/N’s hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it held a promise—of friendship, of understanding, and perhaps something more. They sat together, watching the sun sink below the horizon, feeling the world around them

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Way Down Hadestown

Plot: When rehearsal for Hadestown gets closer and closer to debuting. When a new cast member joins tension rises in your relationship.

Word Count: 7.5K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader, Pedro Pascal x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: ANGST for a bit, sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter giggles, just general fluff, jealous Paul era

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When you got the call that led to a meeting to have you join the cast of Hadestown for a brief run following your Emmy win you were over the moon. It was such a beautiful and touching show, and to have the opportunity to be a part of it was a joy. Your team and family were overjoyed to hear about the gig you booked and making your Broadway debut as Eurydice. It was immediately after SNL you jumped straight into rehearsals seeming less working it into your schedule of early mornings heading to hours-long dance calls or costume fittings, to late night practices for music and vocal training to perfect the role. Paul was always supportive, making sure you were in top shape from making sure you were drinking plenty of water to forcing you to bed even though you wished to spend time with him when you were out all day.

“There was a family emergency so Jordan had to pull out,” Your stage manager said during a rehearsal just a few weeks before debut. A look of concern crossed your face at the news hoping all was alright, “His team is keeping us informed of his return but we were able to bring in a good replacement for the time being.” The door to the rehearsal space opens and in comes a man who smiles seeing you with your stage manager and dance captain.

“Ahh, you must be Y/n pleasure,” The smooth Irish accent makes your eyes widen slightly. You were used to Paul and his family’s accent so hearing it from others was a shock. He was tall around Paul’s height maybe an inch or two taller with short brown curls and chocolate-colored eyes, while you were completely loyal to Paul you can state he was conveniently attractive.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” you both shake hands and he introduces himself as Dónal.

“He was a part of the West End run and gladly answered our call.” Your stage manager says and he smiles sheepishly.

“I'm glad to help with this amazing show,” he turns to look at you again. I'm excited to be working with you.”

You give a friendly smile in return, “Likewise.”

“Alright,” Your dance captain claps her hand, “Let’s get to work!”

It’s past six as Paul whips up a meal for when you return. He stands before the stove stirring the noodles into the sauce when the sound of the front door opens.

“Paul?” Your voice calls out over the music playing on the speaker.

“In the kitchen!” he shouts back, hearing you draw closer and lowering the heat to a simmer right as you enter. You’re still in your outerwear, your face slightly flushed from the cold air outside, and you smile as you gravitate towards him.

“Hi,” you hum, letting him wrap around your waist as you lean up for a quick peck, basking in his presence that you have missed all day.

“How was your day?” he asks, and you rest your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

“It was good! It was a long day running through everything but it’s been fun working alongside Dónal,” The name has him tensing up slightly. Dónal? Who was that? You had spoken about practically everyone on the team and cast but never that name. He would have questioned that name especially since it was clearly Irish.

“Dónal?” He tries to say the name casually but it sounds strained.

“Yeah some family emergency happened with Jordan so they were able to get him to come in, he was the Orpheus on the West End,” you pull away from his embrace looking over the food on the stove before drifting to the cabinet to get dishes, “He’s a total sweetheart and if I thought Jordan had an amazing voice Dónal’s voice is gold, especially his accent.” You can’t see Paul’s conflicted look as he listens to you talk highly about this man. He shakes his head before joining to help you. You always spoke kind words to everyone, he wasn’t sure why he felt weird about this instance but not when you mentioned working with Jordan.

“But tell me all about your day,” you flash him an excited look like the mere word of his day was the most important information ever.

Paul sat wide awake in bed the only noises were the muffled traffic from outside the window and the soft snores from you. He glances over at you peacefully dreaming away while he fiddles with his fingers staring at the dark ceiling. He wasn’t sure why it plagued his mind but it put a sour taste as you spoke during dinner about rehearsal and every time his name was spoken the taste only grew more bitter. Quietly he heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water to quell his thoughts the cold glass helping him focus elsewhere. He spots his laptop on the dinner table and feels curiosity eat away at him until he has it open to search for ‘Dónal Hadestown West End’ and sees the kind of person you are working alongside. Something green and monstrous took root scrolling through photos of him, his work, learning where in Ireland he was from, hearing this ‘golden’ voice you claimed he had. He hadn’t realized how long he was stalking until a voice called out within the dark.

“Paul?” His gaze darts up slamming the laptop shut and seeing you stand at the entry to the hallway. You were still blinking back sleep and stifling a yawn but still concerned to sense that he disappeared from the bed. “What are you doing up?”

He comes to you, kisses your forehead, and you lean into his touch. “I’m sorry. I had trouble sleeping and I thought doing some work would help.” The lie comes out way too smoothly, and he cringes at the idea of lying to you. Part of him prays you’d call him out, and he confesses his sins, but you just hum and kiss his jaw before taking his hand.

“Come on to bed,” You mumble through a yawn and he lets you guide him back to their bed to hold you in his arms as you both easily drift to sleep. By the time he wakes up in the morning your side of the bed is bare and cold, the thoughts of you with Dónal doesn’t put his mind at ease.

The green monster grows stronger each day as you leave their home to return with the only person on your lips being Dónal. Paul tries to keep up appearances as you speak so highly of him, ‘Oh Dónal is such a talented scene partner’, ‘When Dónal plays guitar we are all entranced’, Dónal this Dónal that. It was eating away at Paul’s psyche and fueling the deep insecurities. It only grew worse when a promotional video came out of your upcoming performance and he can’t stand to watch it. Seeing your gorgeous smile and that look normally directed towards him, the look you gave when you were deeply and madly in love with him. But it wasn’t him you were giving it to but to him…Dónal. He had to keep reminding yourself that you were acting that’s all it was, but it looked so real it was hard to tell if you didn’t have to act.

His sister had come to visit him, and you had told her to stay at your guys’ place so she wouldn’t have to worry about getting a hotel. Paul was glad to spend time with his sister who filled their apartment with life since you were frequently gone. You had a morning free not needed until later in the day, which Paul was gladly enjoying his time with you and his sister. The three of you have breakfast at the table, Paul eating silently just observing you and Nell catch up.

“How have rehearsals been?” Nell asks and Paul pauses mid-bite of his cereal having to force back the eyeroll as you smile widely jumping into conversation.

“Amazing I can’t believe it’s only a week out until debut, the cast and team have been absolute godsends,” You grin widely.

“I’m so excited to see it, I saw it on the west end funny enough with Dónal Finn so it’ll be exciting to see it again,” Nell mentions him innocently unaware of the disdain her brother felt about him.

“We are having a little preview tech rehearsal tonight, you guys should come and get a tour of the theatre after,” You exclaim grabbing Paul beside you, “Wouldn’t that be fun!” He hums slightly the smile not reaching his eyes that you don’t notice as you and Nell dive straight into other topics. Great he gets to see Dónal be all over his girlfriend for two hours…yeah it’ll be fun.

You had to head out earlier to be ready but told them just to let security know they were with you and they’d set them up. Paul was silent on the subway ride over as Nell was distracted by her phone and when they got to the theatre being let in very easily he only gave hums and ‘oh yeah’ at his sister's comments. When the show started he did focus a hint of a smile returned to his face seeing you on stage singing and performing blending seamlessly with the cast as if you’ve been with them for years. He allowed your presence to distract him from Dónal when on stage tuning him out during his solos waiting for you to return. During the duet between Eurydice and Orpheus, he felt this anxiety and frustration take over.

The way you stared at each other, the drifting touches, singing your confessions of love to each other.

“I knew you before we met,” Dónal sings and you smile softly at him, “And I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known.” Paul can see in his peripheral his sister watching in awe which baffles him. 

“All I know is you’re someone I have always known and I don't even know you” You both sing your hands gracing each other, “Now I wanna hold you, hold you close. I don't wanna ever have to let you go.” You two spin in a slow dance arms held out your heads resting beside each other to not be separated. Dónal spins you in your arms your back against his chest his arms holding you close which makes Paul feel ill.

“Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm” You sing sweetly into the air holding your arms out.

“Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms,” Dónal brings you to face him as he lifts you into the air the music changing to a more sultry tune. Paul grips the arms of his seat as you two perform this dance that he can tell mimics intercourse. His chest tightens as you both lay on the stage before you sit up staring into the audience.

“Say that you’ll hold me forever,” a look of genuine concern as Dónal sits up as you close in on yourself, “Say that the wind won't change on us. Say that we'll stay with each other and it will always be like this” The pressure in his chest only grows as this other man holds you in his arms.

“I'm gonna hold you forever. The wind will never change on us,” He turns to face you both looking at each other, “Long as we stay with each other.”

Paul feels sick as you give Dónal that look. The one that had him shutting off his phone during the promo video. The look that was only meant for him. That spoke hundreds of words in just one look. He can’t look away, feeling forced to watch this intimate moment between his lover and another man.

“Then it will always be like this” You both sing out and Paul feels a dagger in his heart when you surge forward and kiss him. He equally reciprocates holding you close to him as you kiss and Paul has to look away. 

“I’m sorry,” Paul mumbles standing up and squeezing past his sister walking quickly up the aisle out of the theatre as the next song starts behind him.

The show continues smoothly putting your all into each song and before you knew it the performance was over and the house lights came up. You spot Nell and Paul in the middle of the orchestra both on their feet Nell claps and Paul stands there with his hands in his pockets. Your stage manager comes to give notes before you are all dismissed. You smile brightly rushing to the edge of the stage and jumping down to accept the hug from Nell.

“You were brilliant!” She cheers and you flush from her comment, “You had me bawling during Flowers.” You glance over at Paul who is silent a bit unreadable look on his face.

“You did good babe,” He nods and you smile brightly at him before you hear someone call out to you.

“Hey,” You see Dónal come still in costume as well, “Some of us were going to get dinner and drinks if you wanted to join?” You don’t notice the cold look Paul is giving him and you smile sweetly at him about to decline.

“Sorry we got plans,” Paul’s voice stiff as his arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you back against his chest. Dónal only smiles which irks Paul as he smiles and holds his hand out.

“Ah, you must be Paul glad to put a name to a face. Though I’ve seen some of your work, excited for Gladiator.” Dónal says and Paul takes his hand in a firm shake. He looks over at Nell, “And you must be…”

“Nell,” She easily accepts his handshake with a smile, “Paul’s sister. I saw you performed back in London you were amazing then and now.” His sister praises him and he can’t help but bristle at both of you obsessing over this guy.

Dónal laughs, “That’s very kind of you. Well, I better get going I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n. Nice to meet you guys.” With that, he heads out and Paul can feel slightly relaxed without him around.

“Bye Dónal” You shout before turning to face Paul and Nell, “Alright lemme get changed real quick and then we can start the tour.”

“I’m not feeling so hot,” Paul says suddenly and you look surprised by his confession he looked pretty normal which had you a bit confused.

“Okay. Well, lemme get changed real fast so we can get you home,” You lean up to kiss him and he turns his head so your lips press against his cheek instead of his lips. You frown slightly a bit deflated.

“Don’t wanna get you sick.” He lies and you nod slowly.

“Okay..I’ll be back,” Paul watches you walk away to head backstage the second you are out of his field a slap hits his bicep making him hiss.

“Ow! What?” He looks over at Nell who is giving him a look.

“What the hell was that?” She asks and Paul doesn’t respond, “You were so weird during the show and left for four songs then was barely focused. Then now you’re all cold and bitchy.”

Paul frowns crossing his arms, “I’m not being bitchy. I’m just not feeling well.” He defends himself and Nell places a hand on his forehead before he can batter it away.

“Wow not even warm. Plus I know when you’re sick you get all whiney,” She gives him a pointed look, “Look I don’t know what shat in your cereal this morning but you better figure it out.”

“I’m fine,” Paul scoffs, and before Nell can get another word you’re back dressed for the outdoors fixing your scarf around your neck.

“Alright let’s get you home and all better,” You hum going to take his hand but he pulls away putting them in his pockets.

“It’s cold,” He mumbles and you nod slowly not letting the little rejection get you as you all head outside.

“I have a friend I was planning to meet today so I’ll see you guys tonight unless I crash there,” Nell says and you give a smile pulling her into a hug. You watch her walk in the opposite direction before returning your attention to Paul who looks tired. It was awkward, you tried making conversation but Paul was silent and you quickly took it as a hint that it would be a silent travel home.

The front door clicks open as you shuffle inside dropping your keys at the table bending to untie your shoes as Paul silently kicks his off before heading to the living room. You follow after him standing at the threshold of the living room where he sits on the couch focused on whatever is on his phone.

“I’m gonna make some tea for you. Then for dinner some soup, something light for the stomach okay?” You say and he barely moves or acknowledges that he hears you.

“Paul?” You call out a bit firmer but try to keep it light for his sake since he isn’t feeling well.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He calls out not even glancing back at you. No please or thank you has you a bit surprised but you bite your tongue heading to the kitchen to start boiling the kettle and heating a simple soup for him. You can hear noise from the living room giving proof of life as you stir the pot trying to understand his sudden coldness. The whistling of the pot draws you to the present filling two mugs of water before placing a tea bag in each preparing it just to his liking. Putting the soup on simmer you head to the living room with both mugs placing one on the table beside him before sitting. It’s quiet between you two as you sip your drink watching him as he continues scrolling aimlessly on his phone not even touching his cup that grows cold. The silence and concerned thoughts start to drive you mad.

“Are you alright?” You call out and see him pause slightly before he resumes scrolling through his phone.

“I’m fine.” He says and you nod letting the silence settle over you two again.

“It’s just…you haven’t touched your tea,” You mention and Paul closes his eyes for a moment taking a breath before he takes a sip of the probably lukewarm drink.

“Happy?”It’s a bit snappy and while you can understand him being a bit cranky when sick it bothered you.

“Did something happen?” You push and are shocked to see him roll his eyes, “Did I do something?” His gaze flashes to you. Bingo. But now you were confused what did you do to annoy him and give you the silent treatment?

“Just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it,” You place the mug on the coffee table to reach out for his arm when he pulls away from your touch leaving your hand dangling in the air.

“Paul just talk to me,” You plead wanting to fix whatever mistake you made and have it back to how it was.

“You want me to talk,” Paul asks coldly, “I don’t like that you’re practically throwing yourself over another man when you’re in a relationship.” Your jaw drops at his statement and you feel flush with embarrassment. Did he think you’d do something like that?

“Paul, Dónal is my co-star,” You start and just saying his name Paul scoffs at it, “Nothing has or ever will happen between us.” You move closer your hand cups his face forcing him to look at you.

“If you weren’t with me would you go out with him?” he asks and you lean back from his insane question.

“Paul that’s insane?!” “You didn’t answer.” He presses.

“Because there’s no answer. I’m with you and only you, I have no reason to think of what-ifs.” You stress and he looks away.

“Says your performance, could’ve fooled me.” He snarks.

“I was acting. None of it was real!” You retort growing frustrated, “Where is this coming from? You never told me you had a problem with me doing this.”

“And if I did have a problem with it,” He says and it grows silent between you two understand what he’s insinuating.

You give an empty laugh shaking your head, “You can’t be serious Paul. I have never questioned you when you’re off doing your job and I expected you to do the same. What are you expecting me to do, just tell them I quit cause my boyfriend can’t handle that I have a love interest.”

Paul is silent both of you at an impasse. “You never seem to have a problem when I mention Jordan so what is it? Because Dónal is single and you’re threatened by that. Are you serious?!” You challenge and Paul snaps.

His hand slams on the arm of the seat, the sound makes you jump as he stands abruptly. His face flushes with frustration as he looks down at you.

“I have to feel threatened when you just act like there’s no boundary letting him do whatever he wants. The way you look at him!” He shouts, his voice sharp. “The way you laugh with him, touch him, kiss him—it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“Are you kidding me?” you snap back rising to stand and he pulls away from you, “Paul, it’s acting! It’s my job you know this. None of it is real!”

He scoffs, “Don’t give me that crap. I see the way he looks at you, and you just let him. You expect me to just sit here and be okay with it?”

You step back so confused about how the night turned out to this, “I can’t control how someone looks at me! I’ve never given you a reason to question me, why are you twisting this into something it’s not?”

“Because it feels like something!” He points at you, “It feels like you don’t even care how this makes me feel. Like I’m just supposed to shut up and deal with it while you go fall in love with some man every night.”

“I’m not in love with him Paul!” You close the distance grabbing his wrists to convey your feelings. Tears threaten to spill as you shake your head, your voice trembling. "I can’t keep doing this, Paul. I can’t keep defending myself when I’ve done nothing wrong."

His eyes flash, his tone sharp and biting pulling himself away from you. "And I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t rip me apart every time I see him touch you."

The room falls silent, his words hanging heavy in the air. Your chest tightens, the weight of his jealousy suffocating. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay calm. "I love you, Paul. But right now, we’re just hurting each other."

You move to the kitchen shutting off the stove before pulling on your coat and throwing on easy shoes, your hands shaking as you grab your keys and purse. As your hand grabs the door handle, he calls out one last time, his voice laced with anger and desperation.

"Yeah, go ahead and walk away. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?"

You freeze for a moment, his words slicing through you, but you don’t turn around. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving Paul alone with his anger and the echo of his own words.

The cold February air bites your face as tears slip down your face, your fingers clumsily pull up a number calling as you walk aimlessly through the streets hearing the phone ring until a warm voice only causes more tears to slide down your face.

You try to keep your voice steady, “Can I come over?”

You didn’t want to be seen crying on public transportation so you called a taxi to drive you across the city. Now in the elevator trying to make yourself slightly presentable, you were too tired to dig for the key knocking on the door. You hear the hurried footsteps as the door swings open revealing a concerned Pedro who takes in your disheveled look and teary eyes.

“Chiquita?” His voice is gentle and comforting, it’s instant you breaking down into tears as he ushers you inside with soft-spoken words to take care of you.

It felt weird going to sleep. Pedro had taken care of you, giving you the space to cry your eyes out into his chest, before giving you water to hydrate then tea to calm you down, letting you explain the fight between you and Paul, before making sure you had eaten, before forcing you to takes relaxing shower and then to bed in his guest room. The room was comforting, a bed you’d been in before but it wasn’t your bed. It didn’t smell of a mixture of your laundry detergent, and Paul’s cologne. Just thinking of him has tears welling up in your eyes. Your hand reaches across the bed where it feels cold and empty imagining him there laying on his side looking over at you. If only you knew he was wide awake staring at your empty side guilty and angry at himself for letting his jealousy take over and push you away.

Paul looks as much a mess as he feels standing outside of Pedro’s apartment. He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep tossing and turning beating himself up for what he did wrong once the cloud of anger washed away. Paul hesitates before knocking on the door a bit nervous if you would answer. It’s Pedro who opens the door a disappointed look on his face and Paul shrinks under the look.

“Can I speak to Y/n…” Paul asks and Pedro looks over him silently.

“She’s not here,” Paul frowns at the news, “Well she was but she left to head to rehearsal. I wanted her to take a mental health day but she refused… too damn stubborn to put her needs first.” Pedro sighs and takes pity on the defeated look on Paul before opening the door wider.

“Come on, you look like shit and need to eat.” Paul shuffles in awkwardly taking a seat at the island bar as Pedro pours him coffee before grabbing some cereal and a fruit to eat alongside.

“So tell me what happened?” He asks as Paul scarfs down his meal his stomach thanking him since he skipped dinner last night. He sighs resting his head on his palm.

“It’s all my fault, I just don’t know why her working on this makes all these horrible thoughts plague my mind,” He says rethinking their fight last night, “I said terrible things to her.”

“You did,” Pedro says

Paul gives him a look, “Gee thanks,”

“You did and you know it. So what is it about her working on this that is different than all the other projects before? You have no problem with the relationship she had on The Mandalorian?” Pedro questions.

“I know it's just we weren’t together then so I don’t feel this protectiveness over her. But this….Pedro, it just looked so real seeing her pour her heart out to someone who isn’t me. I just,” He sighs holding his head in his hands anxious to pour out his insecurities, “What’s stopping her from being with him? They’d look perfect if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Paul she cares about you so much it would probably kill her to have you out of her life,” Pedro starts and Paul looks up from his hands, “You’re it for her. She sees no one except you and I know you feel the same way. You don’t hear her questioning your loyalty when you’re working and pouring your love into someone who isn’t her. Being in this career is hell even dating within it is even worse but you two make it work, you need to be honest with each other and tell her how you feel instead of shutting her out.”

Paul is silent taking in his words. He let this monstrous thing eat away at him because of the idea of you leaving him when you wouldn’t dare abandon him. “Pedro I fucked up royally…what if she hates me…what if she doesn’t want to be with me anymore?” Those horrible thoughts can’t seem to free him. Pedro smiles softly at the younger man placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think she’s capable of hating anyone, especially you,” Pedro reassures him, “The first fight always feels like it’s the worst but get through this and you’re relationship will be stronger than ever.”

Paul nods feeling more confident and assured to apologize to her, “I should go to her.” He says more to himself and Pedro nods guiding him to the door.

“You guys will be fine,” Pedro says to him at the door hugging him before Paul doesn’t wait rushing to see you.

You weren’t on your A-game this rehearsal one of the final ones left before debut no matter how much you tried your mind kept drifting to your fight the night prior. Dónal had reached out asking if everything was alright and you assured him you were fine just some personal stuff getting sorted out. The instrumental of Flowers washes over you as you kneel in the middle of the stage unaware of someone entering the theatre hidden within the shadows. You were fine for the majority of the song until your mind started running wild with thoughts of Paul, was last night the end for you guys? The last things said were hurtful words. You don't think you could be in that apartment with his presence all around it if he left.

You feel your throat tighten the burn of tears at the back of your eyes, “Dreams are sweet, until they're not. Men are kind, until they aren't. Flowers bloom, until they rot, and fall apart.” You gaze out into the black abyss of the audience. Your heart crying out as both Eurydice and yourself.

“Is anybody listening?!” You cry slamming your palms on the stage as tears pour, “I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing! Nothing gonna wake me now.” The only sound is the orchestra, and your light sniffles before you look up at the lights basking in the warmth.

“Flowers, I remember fields of flowers soft beneath my heels,” You picture all the good between you and Paul. The sunny beaches of Malta, the cold winters in Ireland and London, the nights on the town, or the intimate moments being beside each other, “Walking in the sun, I remember someone. Someone by my side, turned his face to mine and then I turned away, into the shade.”

If you only knew he was there watching you cry out your confession of guilt as Eurydice but your sadness by his hand. Tears silently slip down his face as you reach your hand out looking straight into his soul though he’s sure you can’t see him with the stage lights.

“You, the one I left behind. If you ever walk this way,” You sing solemn tears stain your face, “Come and find me lying in the bed I made.”

The last notes ring through the air and Paul stays as you force yourself to put that mask back on that was lowered briefly and continue with the show. You feel emotionally drained by the end of this rehearsal as the house lights come up and your stage manager comes to give notes to you all but your mind is elsewhere. After you all dismissed a few cast members gave praise for your rendition of Flowers and you thank them though it feels lackluster.

“Y/n,” Dónal calls out and you see him with a concerned look, “Amazing run today and I know you said you were alright but it felt like you were really out of it.” You feel a bit embarrassed that your personal problems are blending into your work environment.

“Just a lot is happening at home,” You sigh, “It’s just an off day I’ll be good.” You give a reassuring smile and he frowns seeing it not reach your eyes.

“Alright lemme know if you need someone to talk to,” He says resting a hand on your shoulder and you nod, “Also I think your boyfriend’s waiting for you.” You perk up at the mention and you look out at the seating and there in the back orchestra was him waiting with a nervous expression.

“Thanks, Dónal,” You say before he nods heading backstage to change. You walk to the edge of the stage and Paul makes his way down the aisle until you’re both just feet apart. You fiddle with the cuffs of Eurydice’s coat as he looks down at you a moment of awkward silence between you two.

“How are you…” You cringe at the stupid question. Even though you saw him last night it felt like lifetimes since you’ve seen each other since your fight.

“I feel like shit,” He responds honestly, “And you?”

“Same.” You shrug with a weak smile that soon matches Paul's. You look around at the theatre with people working around, “Come on I don’t wanna have this conversation in public.” You hold out your hand which he takes and your spirit lifts just having his touch.

It’s a bit of a maze moving backstage upstairs and through halls until you reach your dressing room. It’s a decent space though pretty bare compared to others with fanmail and decorations but it was yours having put up a few pictures on the mirror. You move to the costume rack to take off your coat as Paul takes in the pictures, selfies of you and Pedro, a picture of Bella and you buddled up, pictures of your family and friends, even pictures of you with his family, then there’s a photo of you and him besides a vase of your favorite flowers. It was from the Emmys when you both were getting ready and posed out on the balcony, he was flashing the camera a devilish smile while you were looking up at him with that look. The one that screams ‘I’m so in love with you it’s ridiculous’.

“I’m sorry for last night I should’ve thought about how you were feeling about all this,” You start rubbing your bare arms from the cold and needing to keep your shaky hands occupied.

Paul quickly crosses the room grabbing your arms, “No don’t apologize this is all my fault. I should’ve not let my insecurities and jealousy get the better of me and yelling at you was unacceptable. I trust you with everything in my being and it was stupid of me to question you.”

Your hand cups his jaw making him look at you, “Paul you’re human you’re allowed to feel these things. I just wished you told me so none of this ever happened.”

He nods furious, “Of course,” You give a soft smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts his hand cups your face, “You’re all I ever want…I love you so much.”

“You’re all I ever want…I love you too,” He wipes a stray tear that slips down your cheek. He never wants to be the reason you are crying. His lips press against yours and you respond with equal passion your hands threading in his hair as he pulls you flush to him. When the kiss breaks the two of you bask in each other’s presence.

Your apartment once felt devoid of life was now warm and comforting like new life was breathed into each room. You hum softly as you wash some dishes your earphones in listening to the tracks making sure you know every beat and note. You were given the final days of rest to prepare for the first show tonight so they were spent with Paul rekindling your relationship feeling it grow stronger each day. You don’t hear over the music until arms wrap around your waist his chest presses against your back stopping you from the chore. You continue humming to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ before you hear him unplug your headphones so the music plays from the speakers as you sway.

“I knew you before we met,” Paul mumbles to the tune and you quickly turn in his grasp. You were shocked that he knew the song, “And I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known.” He pulls you away from the sink looking over you lovingly as if you hung the the stars in the skies. His hands trace your fingertips and you look up at him as he sings.

“All I know is you’re someone I have always known,” You both sing, and his accent blends beautifully in the air. There’s a big cheesy grin on your face singing this duet with the love of your life, “And I don't even know you.”

He was Orpheus to your Eurydice. Your hands are held out, circling each other, his head pressed close to yours. “Now I wanna hold you, hold you close. I don't wanna ever have to let you go.” He spins you in his arms, your back to his chest, pressing a long kiss to your temple.

“Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm,” You sing holding his arms tight to him.

“Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms,” He responds and you turn in his grasp your fingers tracing his face. He smiles seeing you give him the look and he’s sure he’s giving you his version. Your faces are inches apart your noses brush against one another your gaze flutters to make eye contact and then down to his lips. You feel him draw you impossibly close his hands holding your waist as the track continues playing.

“I love you,” It’s a whisper in the air as you breathe those words into him, and he presses his lips to yours allowing your love to spread throughout the room. Just the two of you as the music continues pouring every ounce of love and affection.

You were surely going to pass out from nerves getting dressed and prepped in your official dressing room. You smile looking at the fresh bouquet in your vase with a card written in familiar handwriting, ‘Break a leg, my love. I love you till my end.’ Being with the cast for stunt lifts and heavy movements before it was now a countdown till the show started. The nerves only grew with each second especially once places were called and you were out on stage the lights and roar of the audience stuns you for a moment. Then you saw him, there front and center clapping loudly with your friends and family around and all your fears melted away. Your gaze captures his as you all rush out for bows clapping along each cast member before stepping up for your own and the roar of that audience. You can hear Bella screeching as well as Pedro’s loud whistle but you see Paul right in front of you as you blow a kiss to him before joining the cast to perform ‘We Raise Our Cups’. It felt like a whirlwind backstage as the cast cheered for your first show getting a big hug from Dónal before you all head to get out of costume for the stage door. You have the widest smile on your face going out to see the fans, conversing and signing with as many people as possible. Returning to your dressing room to grab your belongings to meet up with everyone seeing the multitude of cards and flowers on your vanity.

“You were astonishing up there,” Paul’s voice says, making you whip around. You see him there. He goes to speak, but you tackle him in a hug before pulling him into a kiss, which he gladly accepts, pressing you against the wall.

“I love you so much,” You mumble through pecks across his face.

“I love you too,” he struggles through laughs. “Come on, we can’t keep everyone waiting for you.” He presses one last kiss, and you smile into it.

Meeting at one of your favorite restaurants was a joy especially surrounded by family and friends. You have to quell your mother’s tears as she hugs you tightly praising you for your accomplishments.

“My little girl is a Broadway star,” She blubbers as you wipe the stray tears from her face with a smile.

“Stop it mom or you’re gonna make me cry,” You soothe her and she laughs through tears and your father pats your shoulder.

“We’re all so proud of you,” He presses a kiss to your temple and you smile up at your father.

You’re practically tackled with a hug from Bella, “You were incredible like what can’t you do!” They smile widely and coming not too far behind is Pedro with a proud look on his face. Bella allows you to pull away to hug Pedro who presses a kiss to your temple and you hug him tightly.

“You were fantastic Chiquita,” He praises and you blush at the compliment.

“Thanks, P,” You say and both of you know it’s for more than one reason as his gaze flickers behind you seeing Paul talking to his parents and sister.

Paul’s parents were always a delight to be around. You had been nervous to meet them but they were absolute sweethearts welcoming you with open arms. It was easy to understand where Paul got his lovely personality from being raised by such wonderful people. Paul’s mother presses a kiss to your cheek holding your hands.

“You were stunning up there, your mother and I were crying the entire time,” That makes you all laugh and she smacks Paul Snr’s arm before pointing at her son, “Don’t act like you two weren’t teary-eyed either.” Both men raise their hands in defense as Paul comes around his hand finding a place around your waist.

“I’m not denying anything, mum,” Paul says and his mother gives him a look.

“Alright picture time I need to document this,” You see your mother perk up joining her side as they whip out phones, “Paul out I need a picture of Y/n.” She shoos him out and you laugh at the betrayed look on his face as he moves out of frame. You smile at the camera. Bella, Nell, and your sister quickly join in next, the four of you smiling before making silly faces at the camera.

“Come on over Grandpa,” You hold your arms out waving Pedro over who rolls his eyes pulling you to his side as they take photos before looking at each other he raises his brow to make you laugh which you copy until he breaks into laughter.

“Alright parents,” Paul’s mother ushers your parents both standing on either side as you take pictures, then Paul’s parents join and you giggle seeing the slightly exasperated look as he takes pictures off his mother’s phone.

“Alright go stand nice with your girlfriend,” His mother finally allows him and he mumbles a ‘finally’.

“I think I’m gonna start charging for all these pictures,” You comment as he makes his way to your side, both mothers already snapping away capturing candids.

Paul gives you a look, “Really you start charging when I get here.” He says and you smile cheekily up at him before the both of you smile at the cameras his hand around your waist.

“Stop acting like you two are in a photoshoot,” Nell shouts and that makes the two of you laugh and you hear the shutter of cameras go off.

“Kiss her Paul!” Your mom shouts and you flash her an embarrassed look as his mother agrees as well.

“Mom!” You hiss before you feel a hand on your cheek making you look up at Paul and you feel the embarrassment wash away just being around him. He initiates it, definitely keeping it PG with your parents around and you smile in it as your family and friends cheer before the two of you pull away. He looks like the cat that got the cream and you look away flustered only making him laugh more pressing a kiss to your temple.

“If we’re ready, let’s go eat,” Paul says and that seems to satisfy the group as they all make their way to the table in the reserved private room. You squeeze Paul’s hand as you are the last two heading over and looking up at him.

“I love you,” He says in the brief privacy between the two of you raising your joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of your knuckles.

“I love you more,” You reply and he laughs shaking his head as he guides you two to your loved ones.

“Impossible.”

[leconcombrerit]

This thing had been rotting in my files for a year (minus three weeks but that's basically a year). It was a redraw of one of my first ever pieces for this fandom, and I still find it quite okay if a little stiff in places, so I thought I might as well share it since I don't draw that much anymore.

And then I had second thoughts, which obviously led to me posting it anyway, as you can see, but I realized I've almost made it a point not to draw anything related to Sasi anymore. As in at all. I can't, and I don't want to, and even sharing old art feels a bit 'meh'. It's too directly linked to my long going art block.

What I mean by that is that if I took all the followers I have out there and asked them what they know me or initially followed me for, you might have a fair amount of Lis 2 and the occasional Desert Bluffs afficionados, but you'd get an overwhelming majority of Sanders Sides. Sanders Sides fashion posts even. I was by no means famous for it or anything, but at my small artist scale, it was the biggest success I had.

And it makes it much harder to go back to it at all now. One, because I don't give a damn about the show anymore. Two, because I haven't been properly obsessing over anything in a while (there was a series early this year but given the actual emotional distress I get thinking about it I'm ruling it out). I haven't had real engagement from my own brain, nor real engagement from a broad audience -which makes sense, I'm not posting for anything that will reach a broad audience. But it takes its toll regardless.

Even when I finally finished writing a long fic, I couldn't help but feel 'all this for what ? Ten people or so and two hundreds have dropped it ?'. Which is a bad way to think about stuff you write for your own enjoyment but, you know, the brain gets happy with external validation even if you pretend really hard you don't care.

And so it feels tempting to go back to the golden goose just the time to get the creative juice pumping back, and I try, and I always end up frustrated and angry and feeling even less like making art that before. I'm not having fun with Sasi. Like an old friend you have nothing to say to and yet you have so much to say otherwise, so you get a bit frustrated, you know ? Not sure I'm making much sense, but that's how it feels. I want to have something like that again, but it won't be with Sanders Sides, and I somehow just want if off my radar.

It was left hanging, then lost its spark, and then I stopped caring altogether and I most likely won't even watch the finale when it does come out. I'm over it. I wish I wasn't though, because it does feel like the artistic spark won't come back all on its own this time, and the buzzing community made it so much easier to bounce back and do shit when your brain got wired all wrong.

It sounds like I'm just bawling after love and likes and stuff, and I guess that's part of it, in a way ? Like I'm in no place to do things for myself, and seeing the one thing I used to use to get back in the flow giving me a bored sense of dread doesn't feel too great.

Yet this drawing is still good ! I find it good ! I don't remember everything, but I can tell from the looks of it that I spent a while on it ! It's nice ! I should celebrate that. So I'm sharing it. I think it will be the last piece of Sasi I ever share, though. I'm not watching the finale when it comes out. I don't care about it. I'll just keep doodling my OCs and characters from cool books every once in a while. I'll write little things.

I just really, really need to stop trying to go back to it when it's clearly not working and not even for good reasons. It was a fun ride though ! So yeah. Basically. A whole ass rant for a one year old piece of art. I'm in my bi-annual depresso mood, nothing too surprising there.

[godhandler]

swipe that nose like a credit card – Higuruma Hiromi

[softdom! reader x sub!Hiromi, 650+ words, smut/fluff, cunnilingus, mentions of bj, body insecurities, soothing said insecurities, please I love people with big noses]

You move your hips from his face to your new seat, his chest. Hiromi, lips suddenly detached from your clit, looks up, sweating, panting, blushing, and confused.

“Are you too tired, handsome?” What? Hiromi’s brows curl with dismay. Has he not been pleasing you well enough?

His words come between breathless heaves (he’s spent a decent amount of time buried under your cunt by now). “Am I doing something wrong, ma’am? Tell me.” His hands try to pull your plump ass onto his wet chin again. But from the look on your face he quits immediately. “Please?”

“Have you forgotten?” Leaning down to him, you let him bury his face into your boobs, squeezing and sucking, how lucky he is. You can barely hear his muffled voice: “Please tell me, ma’am, I’ll please you as you wish.”

He needs punishing. His paradise of boobs cruelly leaves him as you lean back again, even though his hands remain cupping your tits. To be fair, it’s not as if anything more than cloudy lust fills his head right now, you can’t really blame him for not remembering. Your hands tighten in his hair till he’s moaning from the pain and humping up into the air. 

You run your wet tongue up the bridge of his strong nose. “Shouldn’t this be fucking into my pussy? How could you make such a mistake, pretty face?” 

He gulps and nods. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll do better this time.”

“My sweet love,” you praise him as he softly nips the insides of your thighs, sinking two fingers into your cunt, the stretch slow and delicious. He pulls your hips to hover just above his trembling tongue, awaiting further kind words before he pushes heaven up into you.  “Love you, Hiromi. You’re perfect, aren’t you, baby boy?”

His fingers part inside your hole, leaving a space for his tongue to lick inside for a moment, collecting your nectar-slick, before drawing them to massage your clit with. You jolt at the sweet sting, his broad hands keeping you locked onto his face, the light stubble of his jaw grazing your delicate skin. Hiromi works up wave upon wave of sharp pleasure till you break. Till you fully take control. Till you grab him down by the hair and are riding your orgasm out on his nose.  

“Use me, ma’am.” He groans out, barely an inch from cumming himself watching your boobs bounce, your face twisted, lost in the way his broad nose grinds against your swollen clit again and again and again. 

You cry out when you reach your high, your cum dripping over his nose, lips and cheeks. If he tries to sneak a taste with his tongue, you don’t notice. You gently climb down from his face when you’re fully done.

“You know, babe, I was so insecure about my nose back in school.” Hiromi laughs tiredly. A warm towel in your hand, you clean him up, lots of kisses and praise peppered in between. His cock will be sucked off in a bit, if he so wishes, and his arms will be cuddling you to a deep sleep soon. “My friends made fun of me, say it’s too big, you know? That was just how it was like back then. To think you love it so much now…”

You trace the bridge of his carved aquiline nose. Some idiots made fun of this? “I’ll beat your friends up, okay? They don’t know shit about anything. It is big, I don’t know anything about ‘too big’. And thank God that it’s big, because it fits your face perfectly–”

“– and your pussy too.”

“I’m trying to be sweet, Hiromi. Your nose is great because it’s your nose. Nothing more or less than that. Everything on your face, regardless of what other idiots think, is beautiful because it’s you. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” he laughs again as you playfully bite his ear. “You love my nose, got it.”

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a/n: i was lazing in bed not wanting to get up and then i thought 'i can write higuruma getting bossed around' and i immediately got up.

[yooo-lets-go]

Answering some asks as usual:

As always thank you for all the nice words and fun drawing ideas (some are already in my bigass WIP folder)

To everybody apologizing for spam reblogging : don’t worry about it, it’s always a compliment for me:)))

Hey thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my stuff and the Polish content! I really like seeing niche stuff from different countries, call it cultural exchange lol. Also I think that every place in the world has people who love it at least a bit - home is home after all.

As for anatomy book recommendations, I have this:

There is more good ones im sure, for example I’ve heard good things about the Morpho (?) series. Sending best wishes to Wisconsin 🫡 I’d love to go there someday

Thanks a lot! I love it when I manage to convince people to enjoy the things I like. Besides, liking Depeche Mode and Sisters of Mercy is just called having a good taste 💯. Btw you have some really nice drawings on your blog! Your shading is 👌 keep it up! And good luck with learning Polish, I’ve heard it’s not the easiest 😅

Si, hablo un poquito 🤏 but I really should get back to learning

Yeah it’s Procreate, there should be a link to the place I downloaded brushes from in my pinned post, I hope it still works.

Also, you want to draw better than me Sergeant 🫡🫡

Now I have🫡 Witold from Warsaw, 1st Mechanised Division hell yeah🫡🫡

Ohh good question:

Of course Depeche Mode: “Speak to me” (more of a Ghost related song but where there’s Ghost there’s Soap)

Also Depeche Mode “Ghosts again”

For some reason Love and Rockets “so alive” (could work if you adjust lyrics a bit)

Also “all we ever wanted was everything” by Bauhaus (idk why)

Me before drawing that: gotta find some Scottish rapper, idk any

Me after: Shogun my man, I hope you made it 🙏🔥

You also need “Bóbr kurwa! Jakie wielkie bydle!!” And that’s pretty much it 🫡

Australia?? My reach continues to surprise me

Say hi to your cattle from me

[flowerandblood]

Play with my heart (Epilogue)

[ modern actors • Aemond x Strong • female ]

[ warnings: semi-public sex, smut, angst, fluff, sexual tension, little domination & praise kink ]

[ description: He gets the main role in a series about a great family and dragons, which could change his career. He is set to play the uncle and love interest of his childhood friend. When he meets the actress who plays her role, he begins to lose track of what is an acting and what is his real feelings. Sexual tension, grumpy, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: Yeah. I talked about it and I did it. You don't even know how much fun I had doing this. Of course, my characters play in a series whose script is an exact copy of my story The Fall from the Heavens. In this universe, Aemond (playing the One-Eyed Prince) and Rhaenys (playing the Princess) are of course not related – the other characters are also just actors. This three-part series is my gift to all fans of the original series, thank you so much for your support. "Rhaenys" in this story is her artistic pseudonym which she use instead of her real name. You can read this as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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The first months after the shooting were both wonderful and terrifying for him. Contrary to his grandfather's predictions, he did not stop thinking about her; moreover, he missed her so much that he did not know what to do with himself.

He got used to their daily conversations, the embrace of her warm arms, falling asleep between her soft breasts, watching Disney movies together with her with a big bowl of popcorn.

She brought a breath of fresh air into his life, a smile, lightness and laughter, forcing him to let his inner child that he had always suppressed within him come to the surface.

With her, he was not ashamed to be weak, tired, sad, discouraged. She gave him the comfort of knowing that all his feelings as a human being were natural and desired by her, no matter how ashamed he might be of them.

They tried to see each other every two weekends, taking turns visiting each other. Although he wanted to spend time with her walking around museums and parks, they usually ended up staying in bed all the time off, trying to make up for lost time.

They also saw each other at interviews to promote the series, for which the producers sent the actors in pairs, and unfortunately, although they tried to hide it, a few gestures and glances during them caused both her and him to be flooded with a wave of comments from fans so large that they had to block them from being added to their profiles.

Nooo, they're not a good match. 😫

It's just a promotional trick. They're going to break up after they finish airing the series. 😒

Leave my prince alone!!! 🤬🤬🤬

I'd love to fuck her myself, not gonna lie 👀

It's already clear where the chemistry between them comes from, lol. Pathetic. 🤮

Both of them were very much affected by the nasty comments and criticism, fearing that the production would draw some consequences against them, but it turned out that this made the whole project generate even more interest before the premiere, which pleased them.

However, in between the nasty, bitter remarks, they also received messages filled with good emotions, wishing them luck, saying that they were great to watch, that they complemented each other perfectly in interviews, that it was clear from the trailers that there was genuine affection between them.

They tried to cope with it all by talking for hours on the phone, sometimes crying together from sadness and exhaustion, falling asleep with speakerphone on, waking up in the morning and seeing that they hadn't hung up all night.

He felt he was ready to move on and thought everything through, at the same time wanting to surprise her.

"– how was your audition? –" She asked softly, excitement in her voice.

"– unfortunately, not very successful –" He lied, fiddling with his pen between his fingers, sitting at his desk, having just exchanged emails with the director of her theatre, with whom he had spoken personally a few days before about the terms of his future employment.

"– oh no – I'm very sorry – how are you feeling? –" She asked clearly worried, making him feel remorseful for a moment that she would believe he was suffering.

"– fine – I wasn't feeling that role – I'm lucky that I can be more choosy now – and how are you, little one? –" He hummed, writing back in an email that, as agreed, he would turn up in three days to sign the contract in their town.

His girlfriend grunted, clearly very excited by the news she had to share with him.

"– apparently they've hired a new actor in our theatre, but no one knows who it is – the director is very mysterious –" She said, her voice light and warm, filled with joy.

"– mmm – are you excited to have a new colleague on stage? –" He murmured as he sent the email, closing his laptop with a quiet click.

He heard her laugh at his words.

"– not in the way you suggest –" She said.

"– are you a good girl when I'm not around? –" He hummed, licking his lips involuntarily, feeling the pulsation in his trousers at his words.

"– well –"

"– are you touching yourself? –"

"– I –"

"– answer me – don't lie –"

She was silent for a long moment making him grin, biting his lower lip.

"– so you haven't been a good girl, or am I wrong? –" He sneered and heard her swallow hard.

"– you know what happens to bad girls, don't you? –" He asked, looking at the display of his screen, feeling his heart pounding fast.

"– but –" She finally mumbled out in embarrassment.

"– mmm – I'll see you soon –" He murmured and hung up, knowing that he had left her in complete shock for sure with her panties wet with her moisture.

The third thing he enjoyed most right after fucking her and talking to her was teasing her.

The next day the removal van took his things to the flat he had rented on short notice figuring they would find something together later, and after two days he drove to her town straight to the theatre building.

He went inside through the main entrance and ran quickly upstairs, praying not to meet her on the way, heading for her director's office. The man welcomed him warmly, saying that he was very happy that an actor with such charisma would be performing on his stage.

From the audience it was impossible to see whether his eye was real or fake, and his scar could be covered up with make-up if necessary.

His grandfather was furious, saying that he was giving up a world-class career for second-rate theatre, but he was relieved.

He didn't want to go through again what he was going through now – being torn apart by paparazzi and fans, being in the spotlight all the time.

He was tired of it and decided that, although it was a great adventure, like her he wanted to work in theatre, where artistic sense, monologues and dialogues counted more than nudity and sex.

It was what he wanted for both of them.

The director said it was time to introduce him to the whole crew.

"– I kept it a secret from everyone so that she wouldn't accidentally find out about anything –" The director laughed, a short, grey-haired man with a warm voice and a good-natured face, a visionary and a lover of the classic literature he was staging in his theatre.

"– I can see you with the eyes of my imagination in the roles of Hamlet and Ophelia – you've been wonderfully matched, I have to give you that –" He said softly, and he nodded, thinking in the back of his mind that indeed, this was a fantastic idea.

He felt excited like a little child and thought in the back of his mind that it was because of her, that she had changed him, making him fight for his fulfilment, his comfort, his joy.

"– my dears –" He called out, stepping onto the stage during their rehearsal for The Wedding of Wyspianski, his Rhaenys dressed in Slavic folk costume and a garland on her head turned towards them along with several other people.

Her eyes grew big in disbelief at the sight of him.

"– I would like to introduce you to your new colleague, who from now on will be playing on the stage of our theatre – I am very pleased –"

Everyone looked at her and she just stood there, looking at him and his grin full of satisfaction, breathing loudly through her mouth, her bright eyes hot with affection, disbelief and happiness that apparently shook her body.

Several people laughed as she threw herself into his arms and burst into a loud, panicked sob, whooping and panting with her own tears, his broad hands stroking her hair and back while his lips placed warm, reassuring kisses on her face hot with emotion.

"– shhh – it's okay, little one –"

She looked at him in disbelief, gushing with energy and joy as she introduced everyone to him one by one. He was relieved by the warm welcome given to him by the other actors, some of whom could have been his parents or even grandparents.

They seemed very close to each other and addressed each other warmly.

He was allowed to stay in rehearsal to see how they worked, so he watched as his girlfriend played a young bride, a village girl marrying a nobleman, during whose wedding many unexplained, mysterious events occur.

He smiled the whole time, watching her, satisfied that apart from one brief kiss there was no intimacy on stage between her and her partner, exactly as she had described it to him in their telephone conversations.

When it was all over she ran up to him in her folk costume, all hot, breathing loudly through her mouth, field flowers entwined together on her head.

"– what do you think?! –" She asked, and he hummed under his breath.

"– I really like your staging – I need to read this drama – you look amazing –" He hummed. He smiled under his breath as she sat on his lap – the seats in the audience were sunk in darkness so the people on stage couldn't see very well what they were doing.

"– I can't believe it – you've been lying all this time –" She muttered simultaneously embittered and delighted. He shook his head at her words.

"– I told you I had an audition – I just didn't say where –" He stated.

"– you said you did badly –" She said, wrinkling her eyebrows – she squealed as he caught her around the waist and pulled her closer, making her feel the hard bulge in his trousers.

"– that was my subjective assessment which was clearly not shared by your director –" He grinned, looking at her with his lips slightly parted. They both sighed as her hips rubbed against his pulsing erection, her gaze hot and misty.

"– my little girl can't stand it? – shall I take you to the toilet? –" He sneered and she swallowed hard, red with embarrassment and nodded.

Nothing more than panting and moans left their throats as they locked themselves in one of the cabins, their mouths immediately clinging to each other in greedy, loud, messy, sticky kisses. Their saliva clicked each time their lips pulled away from each other, his hands pulled up the material of her skirt and petticoat, pulling her panties off her thighs.

"– turn your back to me –" He commanded, and she did so without a word of objection, in a natural reflex leaning over and bucking her buttocks towards him, knowing what he wanted to do. His hands exposed her bare hips to him and what was between them, her opening glistening from her wetness, pink and swollen.

He hit her womanhood with a sharp, short slap and she jumped up with a quiet squeal and whimpered.

"– quiet – I warned you – I said: no touching – didn't I? –" He asked, gently rubbing and massaging the little spot that pulsed all over and leaked from his stroke, teasing the puffy bud between her plushy folds.

"– 'm sorry – I tried –" She confessed with embarrassment, panting heavily, rolling her hips to the rhythm of the strokes of his hand, trying to find a better source of squeeze.

"– the deal was different –" He said coolly, parting and rubbing her throbbing, dripping wet slit, her cheek pressed against the wall all red with pleasure, her lips parted in a helpless moan.

"– it's all mine – the sight of your fulfilment, your moisture, your little cunt is meant for my eyes –" He continued, as if he was explaining to her some essential, eternal principle, something obvious and logical that she could not change. She trembled as two of his fingers slipped between her slick, throbbing walls, stretching her core.

"– yes – I'm sorry – I missed you so much –" She mumbled, rocking her hips to the rhythm of the thrusts of his fingers, which teased and pressed the spongy bud between her fleshy folds deep inside her, from which a trickle of her moisture ran down her thigh.

"– mmm – I know, baby – I missed you too –" He confessed, recognising that although he wanted to, he couldn't last much longer. This sight and the euphoria that gripped his body made him let go of her as his hands slid down to the belt of his trousers, undoing it – her eyes opened in hope, her breath accelerated and uneven.

"– please –" She muttered.

"– shhh –" He hushed her, grabbing her by the waist, the other releasing his throbbing, fat erection, the tip of which he guided to her leaking, swollen slit.

"– thaat's it – there you go – fuck –" He exhaled, slowly forcing his way between her hot, fleshy walls, clenching greedily around his cock, sucking it inside her.

"– yes – yes, God, please, yes –" She mewled, immediately beginning to roll her hips to the rhythm of his impatient, fierce thrusts, fitting his pulsing erection inside her again and again, though they tried to restrain themselves, their panting and moans echoed around the restroom.

"– Rhaenys –" He muttered, sinking his face into her fragrant, hot neck, her scent wonderfully familiar, her insides moist and warm, welcoming him with ease. He thought about it, thrusting into her with slick, sharp stabs – how deep he was in her body, how much they united in this chaotic, viscous act of desire.

"– Aemond – o-oh, fuck, fuck, oh, God –" She cried out as he imposed a fast, aggressive pace on her, pounding into her with the deep, sharp pushes of his hips, opening her wide with his manhood throbbing painfully with longing.

"– shhh – shhh, little one – just a little more – yes, that's my girl –" He praised her, panting heavily as he felt her reach the edge, her breath heavy and loud.

Nothing more than moans and grunts left her lips, her little cunt gave him a few more thirsty, steady squeezes before she shuddered with sweet fulfilment, her wetness running down his thighs as with the last, loud slaps he reached his peak inside her with a sigh of delight.

Since she was taking the pills, he could fuck her whenever and wherever he wanted.

"– fuck –" He breathed out, embracing her tightly from behind, while still rocking his hips inside her and hugging her like a little, longing child.

He wished she would say that they were going to watch some new cartoon or comedy in the evening, that they were going to lie in their sweatpants, spread out comfortably on her bed, cuddled up, eating popcorn, kissing and caressing each other.

"– m-maybe – maybe let's go to my place – we'll watch something and relax – I can cook you something, but we need to do some shopping –" She whispered, stroking his arm, and he purred, delighted by her words.

"– yes – yes, that's what I need –"

[kissagii]

it's finals season, and nishinoya desperately needs a savior

cw: gender neutral reader, 2k words, reader is a bit of a nerd and noya is smitten, both are a little dense, i didn't proofread this nearly enough.

Nishinoya Yuu cannot fail high school. At least, not if he wants to go to the Tokyo training camp and meet the funny guys from Nekoma again. As it stands, the only obstacles between Noya and going to camp are the steadily approaching final exams - exams that he hasn’t spent nearly enough time studying for.

That’s how he found himself here: not-so-casually asking (read: begging) for help studying.

“But I can’t fail these exams!” He half-yells, smacking his hands dramatically onto your desk, “I’m too cool to fail! And I want to go to camp!”

You sigh, not thrilled to have the libero drawing so much attention to you, especially in the middle of the school day. But his pleas are pitiful - and bound to get annoying if left unanswered for too long - so your only real option is to offer whatever assistance he needs.

“Sure, I’ve got time, what do you need?” You offer, hoping desperately that you sound relatively nonchalant. You had grown fond of him as first-year classmates, and now being in separate classes made any opportunity to spend time with him one worth taking. Even if it ended in studying with Nishinoya Yuu, a man not exactly known for being studious. Loudness aside, he's a good guy: caring (at times overbearingly so), observant (but never when he needs to be), and unendingly passionate about his interests (and very little else). And undeniably attractive, though you’d never tell him that. It would go straight to his head.

His face lights up as soon as the offer is made. “You’re amazing! An angel sent from the heavens to help me go to camp!”

“Yeah, yeah, alright, now what subjects are giving you the most trouble?” You say, heart fluttering at the subtle words of appreciation. 

“Math. And physics, but that’s basically just math but more evil. Oh, and English. And history. And writing.” His expression shifts from joy to a pout with each subject, brows knitting together as he realizes just how inept (and uncool, he’s probably thinking) he is.

“Noya, you just listed every subject, that’s way too much,” You laugh, “But I’ll see what I can do. Give me a day to prepare?”

“Just try not to miss me too much!” Noya says as he jumps excitedly, waving to you as he walks backward out of the room. He waves the entire way until he walks back-first into the doorframe, letting out a squawk of surprise and continuing proudly like nothing ever happened.

This boy is going to be the death of you.

Exactly 24 hours after his first visit, Noya bounds into your classroom and over to your desk again. Despite expecting his visit this time, you’re caught off guard by his punctuality and higher-than-usual energy. 

“It is I, Nishinoya Yuu, Guardian Deity of Karasuno!” He announces, dropping into a neighboring desk.

“Yeah, I know that, Noya.”

“Hmph, but it’s more fun to do that,” He huffs, poking at the papers you have lined up on your desk, “What’s all this? For me?”

You stack up all the papers, creating a thick packet, and hand them to him. He loses interest the moment he realizes that the ridiculous-looking stack is indeed for him, mortified by the concept of having to do all of that. He pays minimal attention as you explain everything he’s supposed to do - something about the order of the subjects versus the tests, the problem difficulties, and suggested pacing - instead choosing to focus on something far more interesting. 

The way certain subjects make your eyes light up more than others. The way you tilt your body to face him as you talk. The way your lips move with each word. How much he wishes he could grab your face and kiss you.

And, ultimately, that which brings his attention back - the reward system. Your method of motivating him to put effort into his practice.

“The rewards are indicated with symbols, the key is at the back, and you don’t have to take any reward you don’t want. I’ll be here to check your work and help you with the harder ones, does that sound good? Oh, and no getting answers from your teammates. You’ll only get prizes for your own work.” 

“All this? really? These rewards better be good,” He sticks out his bottom lip, thumbing the papers, itching to flip straight to the back and see what he might have a chance at acquiring. 

You laugh, shooing him out of the chair he sits in, “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you’ll like one or two of them. Now go get working, deal with your prizes when you have an actual chance at earning them.”

“Hey! At least let me try to get motivated!” He whines, making a point to struggle to carry the twenty-or-so pages in his hands, “I might never forgive you for this!”

Though he acts offended, the moment he’s out of your sight his posture straightens and he hurries to his classroom. Only there does he set down the papers and fumble to the back, finding the Prize Key at the very end.

♤ - 1 sticker (assorted themes)

Who do you think he is? A first grader? Though he has to admit, the concept is cute.

♧ - Snack coupon

Now this, this is good - he could use them to barter with the team… if he could convince himself to not hoard them.

♢ - 10 minutes letting you show off at practice

Finally, you’ll come through on your promise of visiting him at practice!!

☆ - Bento Box

So you had been paying attention to how he always ogled your food during lunch hour. Oh, Tanaka is gonna be so jealous.

♡ - Kiss

He rereads the single word again. And again. He blows away nonexistent eraser shards; wipes the paper with his sleeve; traces his finger over the word. And still, there it is, inked directly onto the paper, completely intentional. Kiss.

Frantically he flipped through the packet, searching for the problem sets marked with a heart. Just what would he have to do to earn the sweetness of your lips against his? He’d do just about anything, really, he’d craved your affection since midway through first year.

Nishinoya Yuu would do anything to kiss you just once - even a physics problem so brutal even the most genius of his classmates might shy away from it.

“Ok, fess up, which one of you gave Noya answers to his study work?!” You shout, storming into Karasuno’s volleyball gym as the team begins their practice. The underclassmen’s confused stares hardly dent your frustration with the team and whichever of them was insolent enough to go directly against your request.

Ennoshita winces, smiling bashfully. “Well… I didn’t help him, exactly. He just told me to check his work and it was right, I didn’t give away any answers.”

Noya smiles proudly from across the gymnasium, “See! I’m perfectly capable of doing physics on my own!”

“Suga? Daichi? Is this true?” You ask, turning to the reliable third-years on the team, who you’re sure were there to witness Noya’s breakthrough.

“Mhm,” Suga nods, “And he went skipping to first period like a little girl.”

“I do not skip!” Noya insists.

The first years giggle amongst themselves, clearly amused by the dispute. Though, in their shoes, you probably would’ve laughed too.

“No, you were skipping,” Daichi adds bluntly. Noya’s jaw drops, insulted.

“I do not- Oh, fine, whatever, maybe I skipped a little. But see, I didn’t get answers from anyone, I solved the problem by myself! So therefore I deserve my reward!”

So maybe he did solve the problem on his own. So maybe he did spend all night working on that one near-impossible problem just to get the reward. So maybe he does want to kiss you.

“Alright, alright, I accept it, you solved the problem yourself. Good job. Call me when you’re done with practice, you’ll get your reward then.” You say resignedly, turning to leave the club room.

“No, don’t make me wait so long! I gave you the problem at lunch, you’re so mean to me!” Noya calls after you.

As you leave, a redheaded first-year (Hintata, if you correctly remembered Noya's ramblings about his teammates) whispers to you: “I think he’s in love with you.”

Thank the heavens that your back was turned, because your flustered expression would’ve made your crush on the libero painfully obvious to all in the room. 

But oh how you hoped that first year was right.

Only minutes after the end of practice, Noya found you behind the gymnasium. Still sweaty and haphazardly changed, he jogged to you excitedly. 

“I’m here now! Now don’t tell me I sat on the sidelines through morning practice for nothing, Daichi was ready to kill me,” He said, breathing slightly heavier than usual but still energetic.

“Have you just been pretending to be stupid this whole time?” You ask, “I spent days making that problem for a different study group, days, doing everything I could to make it impossible. I gave it to you as a joke, more than anything, I didn’t think you’d actually solve it.” 

Noya inhales sharply, looking down to the ground. “So, the part about… the kiss… was that a joke too?” He begins stepping back, feeling a fool for getting his hopes up so high. Frustrated and confused, he begins running his mouth like he always does, muttering about being a fool, being hopeless, the evilness of your schemes, and having wasted his energy and time in search of something he would never get.

“Noya, shut up,” You say, but he pays you no mind. “Yuu!” 

The one lesson he needs to learn is how to quiet down, and you know he won’t learn it on his own. You grab him by the cheeks and pull his lips to yours, cutting him off mid-sentence, kissing him right there behind the gymnasium as night descends upon the city. When you part he remains speechless, cocoa-brown eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

“It was a joke because I didn’t think you’d want it,” You murmur, letting a hand slide into his sweaty but somehow still soft hair. “If I had known this was what you wanted I would’ve let you kiss me as many times as you wanted.” 

Noya leans into your hand, as if making sure that you’re actually there, actually touching him. Gently you bring your foreheads to touch, a silent reminder that you are indeed real. “You're more than just a friend to me, Yuu, and in every moment that you’re silent I’ll remind you.”

“Ehehe, guess I’ll just never speak again,” He laughs cheekily, stealing another kiss, quick and playful. 

You pull back, but don’t move your hand away. What an idiot, snapping from speechless to silly in such a quick moment, and absolutely desperate for affection to boot. And yet this dramatic idiot had you absolutely smitten and wanting to kiss him over and over until evening turned to night turned to morning.

“You didn’t earn that one, Yuu! I guess I’ll have to cut your showoff time rewards by half,” You tease, poking the tip of his nose with your finger. It’s a ridiculous facade on your part - he’d never have to earn a kiss from you, just ask and you’d gladly give it to him. But the way his face twisted yet again, horrified by your mock threat, was too cute to pass up.

“Half?!” He scoffs, “I guess I’ll have to be extra flashy for my sunshine!” 

“Sunshine? Since when am I your sunshine?”

“I dunno, since now? Come on, it’s cute!”

Sunshine it is, then. Though if either of the two of you is the sunshine, you’re sure it must be him, because his giddy grin is easily the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your life.

:)

[animehideout]

I think a lot about jjk men being angry because their gamer girlfriend ignores them 😩

(sorry for the writing, english is not my first language

JJK Men x Gamer GF

a/n: Hello anon thank you so much for your request. I had fun writing this one. I really hope you like it 🫶🏻

( Requests are open )

Characters: Gojo Satoru / Toji Fushiguro / Ryomen Sukuna / Nanami Kento.

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru has been very busy with endless missions lately, getting home really late.

To ease your lonliness, you started gaming.

Well till it turned into addiction.

You were kinda mad at him for not making time for you or at least speak to the higher-ups to take some days off.

But you never talked that out with him, since you didn't have the chance to express yourself.

He surprisingly arrived early tonight, excited to spend the night cuddling with you while watching movies.

But he didn't expect you to have your eyes glued on the screen in front of you while gaming like a maniac.

The room echoed with the sounds of keystrokes and game music.

He jumped in excitement to surprise you but no reaction.

“huh? baby! Im hooome”

“hey” you smiled unenthusiastically at him and quickly turned your focus back on your game.

He raised his eyebrow, watching as you delve into your virtual world, a world seemingly more captivating than his presence.

Would try everything to bring your attention towards him.

He knows his touch makes you weak, so he leaned in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head, wishing to draw your attention away from your screen.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

His attempt failed miserably, you just hummed in return completely ignoring him.

When his affection didn't work he started teasing you attempting to provoke you and get a reaction out of you.

“You sure you can play this game? I feel like you suck at this”.

When his teasing fell on a deaf ear as well, his frustration reached its peak.

His calm and amused voice turned into an annoyed tone.

“ARE YOU REALLY GONNA IGNORE ME FOR THAT STUPID GAME Y/N?” he would yell in an unusual harsh tone.

The question hang in the air as it left you momentarily stunned.

“Why the hell are you yelling?” you would question.

“Oh so now I got your attention?! I've been trying to talk to you for half an hour now and all what you did is playing your stupid game”.

His anger was very evident.

He would remove his blindfold throwing it somewhere in your shared bedroom.

“So you got mad because I was focusing on playing my game but you didn't consider that I'm probably the one who's mad because you're never home” you let out of everything, confronting him.

“you're comparing this stupid game to my job?”

Oh boy he fucked up, he didn't get the whole point.

After raging and snapping at you he would give you the silent treatment.

Of course his narcissistic ass wouldn't apologize first.

He's convinced that it's your fault even though he was offensive as well.

You would eventually say sorry and he'll show you his bright smile at the spot.

Both of you would talk things out and find a solution to spend more time together.

“so we good now baby?...can we cuddle?”

“yeah Satoru just lemme finish this round” you would joke.

Toji Fushiguro:

As much as he enjoys your giggles and the way you throw cute tantrums while playing, he HATES IT when you're completely engrossed in your game, oblivious to the way he's sitting there watching you.

Kinda paradoxical.

He wished to have you in his arms.

Or having you on his lap while making out.

But all of these were just thoughts crossing his mind cuz you don't seem like you're finishing your game any time sooner.

And that annoyed him to the core.

“y/n, y/n ?”

“HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE”.

You didn't even hear him with having your headset on.

He's very possessive of you and he wants all of your attention to himself.

Especially when you started chatting with your friends, while playing together.

That shit was his last straw.

“Thats it...get your ass over here y/n”

You would look at him in disbelief.

Mouthing “my friends heard you”

“oh trust me I don't give A SINGLE FUCK” he would yell again.

You apologized to your friends and quickly paused the game.

“Are you out of your mind Toji why did you say that”.

“Why did you apologize to your friends while I'm the one you should apologize to”

He would stand up approaching you, narrowing his eyes, clearly pissed.

His giant figure making you take a step back, trapping you between him and your desk.

“Now what should I do to you for ignoring me for too long huh?” he whispered.

You started stuttering, his strong aura did things to you.

His narrow eyes piercing through you, sending shivers down your spine.

“I- I'm s-sorry” you gulped.

“What a good girl...now turn off that computer before I smash it and get your ass on the bed”

Well you had no other options, so you obeyed him.

Unless you want to act bratty which will result in him punishing the hell out of you.

Would spend the whole night cuddling you, literally smashing you in his strong arms, never letting go of you. 🫶🏻🥹

“But Toji I really need to use the bathroom”.

“Nuh-uh”.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Two possibilities, whether you're too bold or you're suicidal and have a death wish to test this man's patience.

They just released this new game and you're completely obsessed with it.

You would spend hours playing it, luckily Sukuna was busy with some things so he didn't notice the way that game took your whole attention and energy.

He wants to be the one taking all of your time and energy.

But when he does notice, oh god, run or pray for your life.

“y/n come here let me kiss you”

“one second!!!”

He would look at you in disbelief.

Cocking his eyebrow, while leaning back .

Even though your back was facing him, you could feel the daggers he was sending your way.

“I said NOW”

“Please baby, I'm winning be there in a sec-”

You didn't even get to finish your sentence when he threw your whole set up off of your desk.

Your eyes would widen in shock.

You don't know if you should feel sad that your whole gaming set up got destroyed or scared that you're the one about to get destroyed.

“You dare to ignore me.. that's bold of you y/n” he would say in his deep voice, making your chest tighten.

“I'll only allow this once, there won't be a second time... do you understand?”

You would nod immediately.

He would throw you on his shoulder taking you to your shared bedroom.

“You need to be taught a lesson after all”

Of course he wouldn't apologize that he got angry at you.

I mean, it's Sukuna we're talking about.

The next day, Sukuna would surprise you with a new gaming computer with complete setup.

You've never imagined him doing this gesture but you truly appreciated that the king of curse actually considered your feelings.

“I don't understand what humans find so entertaining in this game... you should try murder is much more fun..”

You would happily unbox it and place it on your desk.

“Now, Doll next time when I tell you to stop you stop immediately without any stupid excuses”.

Nanami Kento:

Would be home after a long day at work.

Brings dinner with him and expects both of you to eat together while talking about your day and future plans for the weekend.

Only to find you in a dark room, only your computer screen glowing.

“y/n I'm home darling!”

“oh hey there baby” you would simply say eyes still glued on the game.

He wouldn't think much of it even though you were used to jump on him, embracing him in a long hug and telling him how much you missed him.

But lately all what you've been occupied with is this game.

Would give you space, while he takes his time to shower, prepare the table for both of you to have dinner.

“y/n dinner is ready, let's eat”

“yeah yeah I'll be there in a sec Kento” you said, agressively pressing the buttons on your controller.

He would sigh and head to the kitchen, to wait for you there.

Half an hour has passed, an hour and you didn't show up yet.

“shit” you said to yourself when you checked the time.

You ran downstairs to find him on the couch watching TV.

You slowly approached him and sat next to him.

“ken-”

“you don't have to say anything y/n”.

Your heart ached because you know you screwed up.

He would ignore you, his eyes fixated on the big screen in front of him.

You would place your hand on his lap but he would reject you.

“Kento please”

He would start lecturing you.

“You know, that was extremely childish y/n.. I've been waiting for us to have dinner together since the moment I left the morning.. that's what keeps me going.. knowing that I'll come back home to find you..but you did what? you ignored me”

He would be really furious but he kept it to a low and cold tone.

No matter how much he gets pissed he'll never raise his voice at you.

You would look down, embarrassed and feeling extremely guilty.

“I'm your husband y/n , lately you're not fulfilling your duties towards me like I do to you..”.

He is a responsible man, and he believes in efforts from both sides.

You would end up crying.

And he'll end up apologizing even though it was your mistake from the beginning.

He hates seeing you cry, especially because of him.

He regretted getting angry at you.

Between sobs you managed to explain to him that you were trying to win an award by getting the first place in this game.

Would bring you to his chest, holding you close.

“shh I'm sorry.. that's okay. I understand. I'm sorry if my words were harsh”

Would wipe your tears.

Doesn't go to work the next day and spends the day with you while you teach him how to play.

Thank you for reading (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪