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Gosh, you’re so gosh darn beautiful! I think regular sheer black tights would suit the outfit imo. But I also go with pattern too! I also think flats or strap on heels would look nice as well! Either way, you’re blessing the tumblr feed and I always appreciate your beauty all the time 💕
Aw . . . this was sweet though!
Aren’t you just wonderful, dear anon? ♡ ♡ ♡
I’m hardly beautiful or anything so lovely, but your words truly mean a lot to me . :’)
So thank you for the suggestion! I’m really glad you enjoy my outfits. :D
I think you’re talking about my red dress here, right? ‘Cause if so then I agree!
I ended up wearing thigh highs and boots with it that day, but I have paired black tights with it before and they did look very nice!
You have a very good eye, my friend! c:
So thank you once more for taking the time to share your thoughts with me! This made me so happy to see. ♡
I send lots of hugs, and all my warmest well-wishes to you! I hope that you’ve been having the most wonderful December, and a beautiful holiday season!
Much love, and take care ~ ! XO
🤍 ⋆゚⊹ 。.:*✧ ✿ ♡ 🌹
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Staying over
Frat! Rafe Cameron x autistic! Fem reader
Rafe brings you over to his apartment to stay over for the first time. W. C 1.4K
Warnings! Mutual masturbation! Choking! Spitting! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx reader is autistic but it’s not explicitly said!
Your bag was stuffed with pajamas, medication, stuffed animals, and of course a charger for your headphones. It was the first night you were spending the night at Rafe’s apartment off the college campus as his girlfriend. You weren’t necessarily nervous staying with him. It was more about the change in routine being at someone else’s house. Rafe did pretty well in accommodating you and your needs but you were still apprehensive.
He opened the door for you, carrying your bag as you pulled off your headphones. He bought you a really expensive pair two weeks ago, one of the nicest gifts you’d ever received. But you loved giving him gifts too, especially hand crafted. You removed your shoes, matching socks padding the hardwood floor as you looked around. You saw your trinkets you made him on his desk and shelves.
“Aw, you have them up!” You grin and he nods.
“Of course I do, princess. My girls talent is always gonna be shown off.” You blush and look at the floor as you both walk into his bedroom. He sets down your bag and pulls you into a hug.
“You okay, baby? Hungry?” Rafe sets his chin on top of your head.
“No, I ate before you picked me up.” You answer back and he sighs.
“I love you, princess. I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”
You giggle and bury your face in his chest. “We talked last night. And this morning. And this afternoon-“
“So? I want you with me all the time. You’re my favorite person.” He mumbles, playing with your hair and he pulls back. Rafe’s blue eyes search yours but your gaze roam his face.
“Do you wanna get comfortable? Watch a movie or something?”
You playfully poke his shoulder.
“Is that just an excuse, Mr. Cameron? For you to get me in your bed?” He smirks and leans down.
“I don’t need an excuse for that, baby. But I don’t want to overwhelm you or anything.”
“You’re sweet, you know that, Rafe?” He breathlessly runs a hand through his hair, flustered by your compliment.
“Yeah, only for you though. But damn, babe. How much did you pack for tonight?” He gestures to your backpack. “You gonna change outfits every hour?”
You push him gently with a laugh. “Shut up! I need my things or I’ll lose my mind!”
Rafe sits on the bed, legs spread as he rests his elbows on the mattress. His shirt material bunching. “Easy with the violence, baby girl. Why don’t you get changed? Show me what you brought.”
You unzip your bag, pulling out a cute piece you bought the other day. The material was soft and comfortable. An oversized Ghostface night shirt that would reach your mid thigh with your black pair of shorts.
You quickly changed, his eyes sweeping over you as you stood in front of him. Rafe’s hand settled low on your hips, fingers playing with the material of your shorts. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, princess. You’re my fuckin dream girl.”
You bite your lip, feeling slightly anxious as you notice a change in sound. It must have been a dying battery somewhere but it was making your skin crawl. You wanted your headphones but you also didn’t want to seem like you wanted to tune him out.
“You don’t think I’m…weird, right?” You ask quietly and he frowns.
“Uh oh. I know that look. You want your headphones?” You grimace and nod.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to tolerate more but-“ Rafe tugs your face to him, cupping your neck.
“Nah, baby. None of that. It’s okay. I know what I signed up for.” You smile gratefully as he brings them to you seconds later, securing them around your ears.
After needed time of quiet, you sat on his bed with your eyes shut as you held your plushie close to you and Rafe tried not to fidget too much. Finally, you removed your barrier and set them down on his side table.
“Can we watch something?”
“Of course, baby doll. Anything you want. Even the scary shit.” You immediately perk up, media being some of your special interests.
“Sinister?” You suggest and he grimaces before catching himself. “What? Is that one too much for my big scary boyfriend?” You tease.
“Fuck no. I wouldn’t be a fuckin dumbass and stay in the house like that dude did.”
“No, you’d offer the demon to snort a line of coke with you.” You dead pan and he laughs. Loudly.
“Jesus, you’re funny.”
You were hyper focused on the movie as the night went on, informing Rafe facts you’d learned by hours of research on your own time and he listened best he could. But you didn’t notice his hand lingering around his crotch. Not until the movie was over and you had laid flat on your back with him next to you.
You felt him shift and you grew quiet. Your own needs rising as Rafe switched his LED lights on a dimmer setting. His fingers drifted to touch your arm, tracing your skin as he looked at you.
“You’re driving me insane, doll. I feel like I’m gonna fuckin bust in my pants.” You swallow and stare at the ceiling.
“Driving you insane?”
“Yeah. Your body is perfect. Shorts barely covering your ass and tits bouncing. You don’t even have to try. I’ve been thinking about you staying here for days. I jerk off about it.” He admits without an ounce of shame and your face heats up.
“Me too.”
“Yeah? You finger fuck that wet pussy thinking about me?” Rafe asks, his voice growing lower and you nod. Play with that pussy then you’re gonna cream on my dick.”
You suck your fingers, getting them damp before you tug down your shorts and panties. Your cunt clenches as you circle your clit, wetness pulsing as you feel Rafe take his cock in his fist. You slide two fingers in easily, your body accustomed to this as you pump them. You moan as you hear Rafe pant and feel him roll his hips.
“Ah, fuck. Something about you alone in your room, fucking yourself while you think about me.” He strokes harder before he finally breaks and pulls you on top of him.
Your legs straddle his lap, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes you down on his dick, he sits up and you tear off his shirt. Your fingernails lightly dig into his chest. You take him to the hilt, your right hand moving to play with his balls.
“Look at me,” He orders and you bounce on his cock, avoiding his eyes but he refused to let it go. “No. Keep your eyes on me, princess. I wanna see how it good it feels when you cream on my cock,” he growls and you obey him as you grind down.
He massages your tits as he helps you, your movements growing sloppy as you get closer. “Rafe-it feels so good-“ You stammer and he grunts.
“Yeah, babydoll? You like it when daddy fills you up? You like being a greedy little slut for me?” You nod with a whimper and he slaps your ass hard. “Cum for me, princess. And then I’m gonna fucking pound you until you’re screamin.”
You cum all over his dick, whining as you shake and your vision goes white but he’s relentless as he flips you on your back. His hand around your throat. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, getting a deeper angle and thrusts harder.
You shriek from overstimulation but your hands clutch his shoulders. “Open your mouth,” He says and you do. He spits inside, “You’re such a good girl, baby. Taking me like a fucking whore,”
“Mhm, needed this so bad, daddy. I want you to cum in me, want it to spill out and soak the bed.” You beg and he moans, tightening his grip on your neck, keeping your eyes on him.
“That’s it, princess. Proud of you for talking through it,” He huffs before he cums in you, the headboard slamming against the wall and your pussy squelches. He lets go of your throat, hands on either side of your head as he fucks through his climax.
“Fuck, princess. Squeezing me so hard, your cunt feels so good,” He praises and you blink rapidly as he pulls out, pumping his dick and cum drips on your tits. “Messy little slut. I want you to get on all fours. Gonna cum on that pretty tattoo on your back.”
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Stressed
Summary: Spencer’s been in a bad mood lately, you help him feel better.
Pairing: Season 5 Spencer Reid x F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.
W/C: 1.4k
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“Who drank the last of the coffee and didn’t make another pot?” Spencer propped up on his cane, asked the crowded police station. One of the officers set his mug down beside the case files spread on the table before him.
“I did. I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t know it was a big deal.” Spencer scoffed. “You didn’t think that anyone else would want coffee, when we have barely had three hours of sleep?” The officer looked stunned, obviously caught off guard by the grumpy FBI agent.
“Kid, like I said, I’m sorry.” Spencer limped over to an empty chair, taking a seat. “Don’t call me kid. It’s Dr. Reid to you.” Hotch shot him a warning glance. “Reid.” Spencer dropped his gaze. The officer put his hands up in defeat, muttering under his breath as he walked away.
You wait until the room clears before going over to Spencer. You walk slowly as if you were approaching a wounded animal. “I started a fresh pot just for you. I’ll bring you a cup when it’s finished.” You smile at him, but he doesn’t return it. “Thanks.”
You can tell he’s still upset. He has been moody for a few weeks. Even though you all had agreed not to profile each other, the team had been taking guesses about what was wrong. You still didn’t have an answer. Hotch tried to speak with him privately, but he wouldn’t open up.
At the end of the day, everyone was glad to be back at the hotel. It wasn’t like the comfort of your homes, but at least it was a place to lay your head down. You all had been running on fumes.
You took a shower, thinking of every detail of the abduction. Something didn’t make sense to you, and you couldn’t get your mind off it. You dried your hair, deciding to knock on Spencer’s door to talk through it.
If anyone could help you figure it out, it was him. He answers the door, looking grouchier than before. “I’m trying to sleep. What do you want?” He snaps. You take in his attire. He’s wearing a cardigan over his button up and dress pants, the same outfit he had on earlier.
You frown, pushing your way into his room. “Since when did you start sleeping in your work clothes?” He closes the door, gripping his cane as he walks toward you sitting on his bed. He sits beside you, keeping his distance.
“You’ve been a real asshole lately, Spencer. It’s so unlike you. Is there anything you want to talk about?” He looks away, avoiding your face. “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge you. I’d love to help you, especially if it gets you out of this bad mood.”
You watch as he considers your words. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” He asks quietly. You place a hand on your heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” The faintest of smiles appears, the first one you’ve seen in a while.
“Now spill.” He sighs. “I am unbelievably stressed. My mom is on a new medication, and she’s giving her doctors a hard time. I got a new neighbor and he plays loud music late at night. I’ve asked him to stop, and he does for a while. Until I go on a case, when I get back, he’s started again. And I’ve been getting these headaches that won’t go away.”
He rubs his left eye, shoulders sinking in relief after he confessed. “Well, all those are valid reasons to be stressed. You really need to get laid.” You giggle, elbowing his side. “I’ve tried.” You stop laughing. You weren’t expecting a sincere answer. You were only joking.
“Wait, you’ve tried to have sex, but can’t find a partner?” You ask, a little surprised. “Yeah, I think it’s my awkwardness paired with the cane. It freaks them out. They probably think I’m an unsub.” He pushes his hair behind his ear.
“I like the cane.” You admit. “Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah! I think it’s sexy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but couldn’t you just take care of yourself?” You wince. You were having the most awkward conversation of your life with your favorite coworker.
“I tried that. But I couldn’t finish. My mind would race with a million thoughts. It kills the mood.” You lower yourself to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him. “Wha.. what are you doing?” Spencer asks nervously, his voice raising.
“Helping.” You state matter of factly. You unbutton his pants, pulling the zipper down. You’re careful when you tug his pants and underwear down his legs, going slowly so you don’t hurt him. He takes a deep breath when you wrap both hands around his hard cock.
You lower your head toward his lap, taking him between your lips. You suck slowly, waiting for his reaction. He lets out a shaky breath when you take him to the back of your throat. You suck harder now, saliva dripping down your chin.
Spencer watches you intently. He can’t believe this is happening. All the nights he had laid in bed, imagining this exact scenario as he pleasured himself. His biggest fantasy was playing out before him. He grips the white comforter on the bed with one hand, the other holds your head in place as you bob up and down on him.
This was too much. He was going to come, and he hadn’t seen you naked yet. “Come up here, I want to touch you.” He sounds almost like he’s begging. You release him, standing to remove your clothing. “Take everything off.” You command as your panties hit the floor.
He wastes no time, throwing his cardigan and shirt beside your discarded clothes. He didn’t even unbutton his shirt. You didn’t know how he managed to get it off. “Lay back against the pillows.” He scoots until his back hits the cushiony wall. You climb on top of him, legs positioned around his hips.
You start grinding against him. The head of his cock rubbing against your clit. He tilts his head back, greasy curls splayed out on the pillows. You pepper kisses against the sensitive skin of his neck, while large hands cup your breasts.
He tugs at your nipples, rolling them between calloused fingers. You feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. You couldn’t remember a time when you were more turned on. “I want you to sit on my face.” You notice the faint blush rising on his cheeks as he said the words. “You sure?” He nods his head, confirming. “I want to taste you.”
You place your thighs on either side of his head. He kisses your inner thigh, working his way up to where you need him the most. His curious tongue meets your center, collecting your arousal and bringing it to your clit. He moans, the sound vibrating against you. You clamp your legs tighter around his ears, letting him devour you.
His tongue swirls around you expertly. He could be writing in Morse Code for all you know. You reach for the headboard when his lips wrap around your most sensitive spot. The suction and heat of his mouth tip you over the edge. You reluctantly remove yourself from him, still feeling needy.
“I need you inside of me.” You kiss above his belly button and his cock twitches. “I can’t get on top because of my leg.” He points to the offending appendage like you had forgotten about it. You beam at him, as you you straddle him once more. “I got this.” You line yourself up with his hard length, sinking down on him.
He gasps when he fills you all the way. You move yourself on top of him, placing your hands on his shoulders for support. You rock your hips back and forth, letting your head tip back when he brushes your g-spot. You call his name, tilting your hips so he hits it again.
“You like that?” Spencer asks, gripping your hips, working your body with his. You feel the pressure building inside you. It’s unbelievable. You’re lucky if you get off once during sex, and your second orgasm is quickly approaching. Spencer feels you clenching around him.
“Already?” He is in complete awe of you. You were even better than he imagined. “Oh God, Spencer! I’m so close.” His hands hold you harder. He sits up, pressing his chest flush against yours. Your peaked nipples rub against his chest, adding fuel to the flames.
He removes a hand from your waist, bringing it down between you. The pad of his thumb drags across your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. He looks down at where you’re joined, admiring the view. “You’re taking me so well, Angel.” He swirls fast circles against you, and your orgasm rolls over you in waves.
Spencer watches as you come undone. He follows closely behind you, a string of curses leaving his lips. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily. “I need to be in a bad mood more often.” Spencer thinks out loud, his lips curling upward into a smile.
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Ayayui date♡
// I'm not sure why, but I suddenly got a burst of creativity. There's no special occasion for this post; it was really just an excuse to edit Yui in my favorite Princess Collection outfit. I like how the merch line was released right on Ayato’s birthday, so I really wanted to see an Ayayui date in those outfits! 😌💕
I was in the mood to write a special scenario again. You just have to click on ‘Keep reading’ to find it. This one is set after the LE events, particularly after the After Story, so I hope you enjoy it! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )
Ayato: Haa… finally!
After all this time, I’ve managed to sort out every single problem in the Demon World.
Geez, I’m gladly taking a break!
( Ever since I became king, I’ve been buried in an endless pile of documents—so many that I’ve grown sick just being in that place. Things seem to be getting better in the Demon World, though I’d lie to say it’s perfectly stable. )
( Well, whatever. I shouldn’t bother too much about that… for now. )
( Right now, all I can think about is her. Ugh, these stupid king duties have kept us apart for way too long. I’m sure she must’ve felt really lonely, huh…? )
( Damn it! That was never my intention, but I know it must be boring as hell to be stuck in the castle all day by yourself. )
( That’s why, I’m definitely going to make it up to her today and take her somewhere nice~! )
Place: Their room
Ayato: Chi-chi-na-shi, guess who’s ba—
( Hah!? She’s not here? )
Oi, Yui!
( She’s still not answering? )
Yui, where are yo—
???: Ayato-kun..!
— hugs his back —
Ayato: What the—!
Yui: Fufu, sorry for taking you off guard. I was just thrilled to see Ayato-kun again!
Ayato: Geez, next time I call you, answer me, understood? You’re still in the Demon World, anything could happen when no one’s around, y’know?
Yui: Ah… I’m sorry for being careless. I hope I didn’t make you worry…
Ayato: No need to sulk now. What matters the most is that you’re alright.
Now… about the thing you’re wearing. Where the heck did you even get it from? It’s the first time I’ve seen you in it.
Yui: Oh, actually I bought it last time we went shopping together. You see… I didn’t show it to you back then because I wanted it to be a surprise, but uuh… does it not suit me?
Ayato: Haa… normally, when a woman wants to surprise her man, she wears lingerie or something sexy, but I’ll forgive you this time. Why? Because you look hella cute in that, can’t deny.
— Yui blushes —
Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you! I’m really happy…!
Ayato: ( Is she seriously almost on the verge of tears for that? )
C-C’mon, don’t get all emotional over every little thing. The date hasn’t even started yet! You really want people to see you with red eyes and puffy cheeks outside?
— Yui shakes head —
Ayato: Good, now let’s go!
— He takes her hand —
Place: Kaminashi City
Ayato: Can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I somehow missed this place.
Yui: Is that so? I thought Ayato-kun didn’t like the Human World.
Ayato: I don’t mind either of them, but right now I’m sick of the Demon World. If I see one more document, I will end up throwing up on the spot.
Yui: Ayato-kun…
( That’s right, he’s been working a lot ever since he became king. I’m sure it must truly be tiring spending days in front of all those documents. )
I’m glad you put a lot of effort in your role, but take it easy, okay? I can’t do much in this situation, yet… If you ever need help, I want to be there to support you!
Ayato: Hmm… anyway. I’m not here to talk about work again. I just want us to enjoy some time together for once.
Yui: ( Ayato-kun really sounds exhausted… He’s matured so much these past few months, which isn’t bad, but I just wish he could relax a little. )
Then, let’s make the best of this day!
— tugs onto his arm and starts walking —
*Timeskip*
Yui: Haa… it’s way better outside.
( Ayato-kun is still waiting to pay for our things, but it was way too hot in that store, so he told me to get some fresh air. )
( Now that I think about it, vampires are always cold, so I doubt the heat bothers him as much as it does me, right? Even so, seeing him care about my comfort makes me really happy. )
— warm breeze hits —
Yui: Mm… so ni—
— something suddenly hits her —
Yui: Kyah! What on earth was that!?
Eh? That’s—
Familiar: Greetings. Pardon my interruption, but could it be that you are Komori Yui-sama?
Yui: ( ‘Sama’? Uuh… I feel like that’s an exaggeration. )
Yes, I am. Did anything happen…?
Familiar: Rest assured, there is no need for alarm. My purpose here is simply to entrust this to your care. Unable to find Ayato-sama, I must rely on you to deliver him this letter.
— Yui takes it —
Yui: But, what’s this letter about?
If it’s possible to tell, of course.
Familiar: In essence, a new set of documents has been prepared for Ayato-sama. Please inform him at your earliest convenience, as his return is eagerly anticipated.
Yui: Wait! Does it mean that he really has to return now—!
( Oh no! The familiar is already gone! )
( To think that Ayato-kun was finally starting to relax again… )
( All this letter will do is ruin his day, that’s for sure. )
( But at the same time, not showing it to him… that would undoubtedly get him in troubles. )
( Uuh… This situation is so complicated. What should I do…? )
Ayato: Chichinashi!!!
Yui: ….!
— suddenly hides the letter —
A-Ah, Ayato-kun, you’re back!
Ayato: Duh, and I kept calling your name but it seems you only answer to Chi-chi-na-shi~.
— He starts pinching her cheeks —
Yui: Whey dwont, staphh!
Ayato: Hehe, that’s what you get for spacing out and ignoring me.
Anyway, you weren’t approached by any creeps, were you?
Yui: N-No, not at all!
Ayato: Hmm… that doesn’t sound too honest. Are you lying?
Yui: No way! I… I’m just hungry and my stomach won’t stop growling, which is really embarrassing…
Ayato: Haa… you never change. Always getting embarrassed over everything, but no worries, I didn’t hear anything. Though, if you’re really that hungry, I guess we could get something to eat.
Yui: Y-Yeah, that sounds great!
* Timeskip *
Yui: ( After the restaurant, we went to the mall, then back to the center. Ayato-kun… we walked a lot today, but instead of getting tired, he just got more and more energetic. )
( I suppose he was really in need of this break, so maybe hiding that letter wasn’t entirely bad, no…? Still, I’ll have to give it to him today, otherwise I’ll surely put him at risk… )
Ayato: Oi Yui, look!
Yui: W-Woah! I’ve never seen such big Takoyaki before!
Ayato: Heh, right? It’s even bigger than the ones from the Demon World!
Also, Ore-sama got you this, so I better see you eat it all.
Yui: Eh-? This is such a big donut! T-There’s no way I could eat all of it!
Ayato: So you’re refusing my donut? You’re way too ungrateful for a Chichinashi. Well, in that case, I guess you don’t need it any—
Yui: No, no, the donut is good!
— starts eating it —
Come to think of it, today you’ve spoiled me quite a lot, Ayato-kun.
Ayato: And why would that be bad? I thought women liked that.
Yui: It’s not bad, but I really didn’t do anything special. You’re the one who’s been working all day and night, for this reason I believe you deserve this treatment more.
Ayato: Haa… getting all self-conscious, just like always.
Look, you know I’m not good at sentimental shit, but after everything we’ve been through, your presence is special enough for me.
I guess I just want to cherish you, that’s all.
Yui: Ayato-kun… I feel the——
A-Ah, oh no!
( The chocolate… it melted on my hand! )
I-I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!
— tries to stand up —
Ayato: Nah, nah. C’mere.
— grabs her and sits her on his lap —
Yui: Wait, don’t!
— he starts licking her hand —
Yui: A-Ayato-kun, stop it! We’re in public…!
Ayato: Mnn… Mm…
— slowly bites —
Yui: Uuh…
( At this rate, people will definitely start watching!)
— starts moving —
Ayato: Tch, you’re making this way too hard for both! Just stay still and stop acting like I’m about to kill you!
Yui: ( I know his intentions aren’t bad, but this is getting too embarrassing…! )
( I’m sorry, Ayato-kun! )
— tries to push him away but falls down —
Yui: Oww…
Ayato: ( Geez, what a klutz. )
Haa… are you hurt?
— grabs her arm and picks her up —
Yui: Ah, I’m alright, no worries.
Ayato: Oi.
What’s that?
— picks something up —
Yui: ….!
Ayato: Is that… a letter for me?
— starts reading it —
You… you had it all this time with you and didn’t say a word?!
Yui: I… I can explain!
You see, I thought—
Ayato: Shut up!
Do you even have the slightest clue about what you just did!? I seriously doubt you understand how important king duties are, do you?
Hah, of course, you don’t! Why would you?
You sit around doing absolutely nothing all day while I’m working my ass off to make sure you and everyone else can live comfortably!
I’m out here putting in the effort, grinding to create a decent life, not just for you, but for everyone, even if I didn’t ask for this shit. And you do this to me!?
I thought you matured too, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing but a selfish bitch!
Yui: Wait! Ayato-ku—
Ayato: Don’t touch me!
Yui: …!
Please, listen to me!
— grabs his clothes —
Ayato: Quiet! I’m not risking to go through that again only because of someone like you. Get lost!
— pushes her away and leaves —
Yui: …!
No… No… this can’t be the end…
How… How could I be this stupid…? Hhn… Ngh…
Kuh… Ayato-kun.. Nhn…
Place: Avenue
Ayato: (Fuck! I can’t return to the Demon World right now. )
( On top of that, why the hell am I the one feeling guilty now!? )
( She… Yes, she deserved that treatment. That’s what she gets for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Besides, what she did could lead to something dangerous. )
( It’s not the first time she pulls such shit on me anyway, but… )
( Why can’t I stay mad at her no matter what she does to me…? )
Tch, such bullsh— Hah?
Guy 1: Aww, she’s playing hard to get~!
Guy 2: Aren’t you a bit too feisty for a crybaby?
???: S-Stop it! Leave me alone!
Ayato: …!
( That voice… Yui! )
Place: Alley
Yui: I-I told you to stop!
Guy 1: Just come with us, it’ll be fun~.
Yui: No, I don’t want to!
Guy 2: She keeps struggling, isn’t she cu——
— gets punched —
Guy 1: What the—
Guy 2: Such strength!
Yui: Eh?
Ayato: Get out of my sight, you bastards! If you don’t leave this girl alone right now, I’ll make sure your already disgusting faces get even worse!
— they start running away —
Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you!
( He came back for me… )
Ayato: ….
— grabs her hand and starts walking —
*Timeskip*
Yui: ( Ever since Ayato-kun saved me, he hasn’t spoken a word. )
( It’s obvious that he’s mad… )
( But if both of us keep quiet, this conflict will never be solved… )
Ayato & Yui simultaneously: I’m sorry.
Yui: ( Eh? Did he just— )
No… I’m the one who should apologize. I hid that letter, knowing full well the consequences it could have.
However… I only did it because I wanted Ayato-kun to have some free time for himself too.
Ayato: You…
Yui: I’m aware of how much work you have to do, and being king is definitely not easy. That’s why, I really admire your for that.
Nevertheless, it saddens me seeing Ayato-kun so stressed out and exhausted. I want Ayato-kun to be always as energetic and cheerful as he was today, but… I do realize that I’m just being selfish.
Ayato: No… You… You’re not selfish, I am.
I was the one who didn’t listen to your side of the story. It’s just... I’m afraid of failing as king. There, I said it!
I don’t want to put the people I care for in danger, nor can’t I accept being a worse king than that old fart, so all I have to do is carry out my duties. Hell yeah, they’re a pain in the ass but that’s my responsibility now, which is why I can’t back off.
Yui: ( Ayato-kun… I never thought you felt that way… )
N-no, the way you reacted was understandable. Anyone under that much stress might have done the same, and I can’t blame you for it.
Besides, I can’t say your words were wrong. I am indeed incapable of fully understanding the challenges you face, however… no matter what happens, I want you to know that you’ll always be the best king to me…!
Ayato: …!
Heh… you really never change.
— hugs her—
Yui: W-Well, I suppose I can’t change if I do nothing all day.
Ayato: Hmph, are you throwing shade at me for what I told you?
Yui: Eh? No way, it was just a coincidence! I swear!
Ayato: Pfft, proved my point. You'll forever stay the clumsy, stupid, and oddly adorable woman that you are.
Yui: Hey, that’s backhan— Mm…!
Ayato: Nn…
Yui: ( Ayato-kun… his kiss is so gentle… )
( I really missed Ayato-kun’s kisses. I’m so happy…! )
Ayato: Oi, don’t tell me you’re about to cry again.
Yui: I’m not but…
I just want to know, will the letter get Ayato-kun in troubles…?
Ayato: I might get some weird looks for not showing up on time, and maybe a lecture or two, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I was supposed to start on them today since there’s a lot, but... I think I’d rather spend my time with my girl instead.
Yui: Is that so? Thank you.
But doesn't that mean you'll have to work even harder to make up for today?
Ayato: I guess it can’t be helped. I don’t want to think of tomorrow, all I want is to focus on the present.
Yui: Fufu, I see. By the way…
Will you uhm… stay overnight too?
Ayato: Heh~? Is that supposed to be a sex invitation?
Yui: I… T-That’s—!
Ayato: Heh~, don’t even try to get out of it, it’s written all over your face.
Rest assured though, the invitation is accepted~.
— Smooch —
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I Wondered if I Could Come Home? (Astarion x Pregnant F! Reader) MDNI 18+ Part 2
CW: Smut, insecurities, pregnancy sex, PIV
Tag-list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @starstruck-mj-writings @divineknightmare
Part 1 is on my Masterlist :)
This is unedited because I’m tired 😂💜
Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr
“These are all truly terrible options, Darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, “I feel like putting anyone in this should be considered abuse.”
You try and fail to suppress the laughter- covering your mouth with your hand when another woman shoots you a glare. You should regret dragging Astarion in here, but you don’t. He’s right- this place has absolutely nothing adorable and you hate shopping here. You are very happy he shares the same sentiment.
This was an unplanned stop in the grand scheme of the evening. Astarion had insisted on taking you on a date the moment you woke up this morning. When you went to protest and say, “I look like a beached whale, no”- you were thoroughly kicked by Eowyn.
You picked the name Eowyn together a little over a month after Astarion first arrived. It’s almost month 7 now and although Astarion missed out for a few months- your daughter and him are already peas in a pod.
You disagree with Astarion? Kick. If you pick a book that doesn’t interest him? Kick. You get hormonal, angry, and Astarion sounds even slightly sad? You bet you are gonna be running to the bathroom to throw up. She’s a spiteful fucking kid and you cannot catch a break. You are the one carrying her and yet!
You suppose you can’t blame her though. You don’t want to give him any reason to leave anymore than she does. You know Astarion won’t leave again, but that worry is also silently there.
“Darling,” Astarion whispers, “come look at this atrocity.”
Astarion scrunches up his nose and picks up one of the other baby outfits. He looks at you with a “really?” and shows you a piece of fabric fashioned into a onesie with “Selune Loves Me”. You don’t even bother to suppress your snort of laughter.
“I have a horrible feeling that Shadowheart will be buying that for Eowyn,” you sigh.
“Oh no- not if I can help it!” Astarion puts the onesie back (he even folds it), “our kid is going to be a raging atheist and I will have it no other way!”
“And if she decides to be a cleric or a paladin?”
Astarion grumbles a “well that’s different” under his breath. He opens the door for you and bows dramatically as you walk through it. Astarion’s smile is brighter than the sun when you giggle.
“I’m glad you are willing to support all possible life paths, Star,” you tease.
“I will eventually convince her to change her mind,” he muses, “we’ll begin putting swords and instruments in front of her and hope she turns out better than Volo.”
You huff at him and roll your eyes. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you continued the rest of your date.
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You are laying in your bed- remaining absolutely still. Astarion seems like he is still sleeping?
Whatever sick fuck keeps adding spice into your life, has gifted you an incredibley real sex dream with Astarion. Again.
You told yourself you were going to behave- certainly not because you want to. It’s out of respect for Astarion and his boundaries. You don’t know what he’s been up to or if he would even want to while you look like this.
Oh wonderful- tears.
The hardest part of this whole pregnancy nonsense is that you don’t feel good about yourself or how you look. You didn’t necessarily have the best self esteem to start with, but your body changing in front of you almost every day wasn’t helping. You know your hips have gotten slightly wider and your breasts have gotten bigger. You try to be active as much as possible so you feel some control and you eat as healthy as you possibly can without lacking nutrients, but none of it felt like enough. You feel disgusting.
Your silent tears fall down your cheeks as you suppress your pitiful sniffling. If you close your eyes, you’ll eventually fall asleep. That’s what you usually do and that’s what you did when Astarion was gone. Sleep heals everything.
Maybe your body has finally had enough of pushing all of the discomfort back. All those feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and not like yourself are ripping you apart at the seams as they rush to your eyes.
You begin to move away from Astarion- deciding it would be better for you to sit in your little rocking chair and read for a bit. There is no reason to make yourself upset over something you can’t change. Your pregnancy will be over soon enough anyhow.
“Darling?”
Astarion’s voice pierces the silence and his fingers are clinging to your shirt as if to keep you there.
You clear your throat, “yes my Star?”
“Where are you going?”
Astarion sounds incredibly worried. It’s been hard for him to see you when you are sick or when you are obviously picking yourself apart in the mirror. Astarion is constantly worrying about your vertigo and you walking around without him or Shadowheart to catch you.
You told him that his worry isn’t necessary and that you would let him know if you were feeling dizzy or like you were going to pass out. You don’t want to bring harm to yourself or your child.
“I know you know your body, Darling,” Astarion says with his shoulders slumped and a slight frown on his lips, “I have no right to tell you what you can or cannot do, but please, my Love. I just found you again. I can’t even fathom the idea of-“
Astarion had broken down sobbing, then you began to cry, and then Eowyn was kicking so you caved and promised to let him know if you were leaving the room.
You roll over to look at him and his eyebrows raise in alarm. You hastily run the tears away and smile.
“I was just going to sit on the rocking chair.”
Astarion just squints at you and you avoid his gaze- looking up out the window.
“The moon is very pret-“
“Tav, why were you crying?”
Dammit. It’s the “I’m serious” Astarion voice.
“Oh uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I just had an interesting dream and it led to interesting thoughts- then TADA pregnancy hormones.”
Astarion flashes you a teasing smile before ghosting his lips over yours.
“Oh I am very aware of these ‘interesting’ dreams of yours, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me to re-enact a few.”
Your heart stops momentarily and you blink a couple times. There is no way you heard that correctly. You begin to tear up and Astarion’s brows furrow in concern.
“You don’t want that,” you say in a low voice, a stray tear rolls down your cheek, “I look disgusting.”
His lips are on yours in an instance- a whimper leaves your lips as you feel a warm stirring between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately your body wants him- craves him. Being kissed like this by him again is a blessing.
“I wish you would stop trying to guess what I want when it comes to you,” he sighs against your lips, “and I wish you could see how beautiful you are- all the time.”
“My body has just changed so much- to me anyway,” you whisper, “I worry that I’m not attractive to you anymore.”
Astarion grabs your hand with his and guides you down to the front of his underwear- opening your hand so that you palm against his erection. You blush furiously when he forces your eyes to meet his with his other hand. His pupils are blown wide with lust.
“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you anymore?”
“No,” you whisper shyly.
“I want you desperately,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “As I always have.”
You feel embarrassed by the sigh of relief that leaves your mouth upon his confession. You want to be with him this way so badly it hurts. You hesitantly wrap your leg around his hip and you pull him in for a kiss.
Astarion’s lips are soft against yours. You keep a slow pace- unsure of how far he would be willing to go.
You find out pretty quickly when you feel his hands find your underwear- tearing away the fabric completely. You pout against his lips playfully.
“I liked those.”
“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs, my Love.”
“But-“
The breath leaves your body when you feel his fingers begin to play with your clit. Astarion roughly presses the pads of his fingers against your clit- the additional friction making you keen in pleasure.
Astarion starts to pull away and your hands find purchase in his hair- pulling him back to you. Your desperation spurs him on and your lips are crashing against each other at a fast pace.
You feel him pull you back by your hair, making you look at him- you open your mouth to protest, but then you feel one of his fingers slide into you. Astarion pushes himself all the way into you with his finger until his palm is teasing your already sensitive clit. He must realize how ready you are for him because he enters a second finger and then a third shortly after.
The feeling of his fingers inside of you are intoxicating and the way he is looking at you is even more so. Your moans are on display for him to see- Astarion’s hand in your hair has yet to loosen as he finger fucks you relentlessly.
“So good, so perfect,” he says, “and I’m the only one who will ever have the pleasure of breeding you.”
Astarion’s words rip something inside of you open- you begin to clench around his fingers hard as your climax sinks into your body. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.
It probably is- if you are being entirely honest to yourself. Astarion looks ethereal under the moonlight that floods the room. His curls are mussed up a bit from sleep, his lips turned upward and slightly parted as he watched you be overtaken with pleasure.
Astarion leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and moves your hair out of your face. He sits up and pulls you onto his lap and traces the veins in your neck down to your collarbones. His hands meet in the middle to unlace your shirt all while making eye contact the entire time.
“Gods,” Astarion whispers as he kisses down your chest, “you are exquisite, my Love.”
You must have forgotten what it was like to be under Astarion’s lustful hands and loving gaze. Your dreams were nowhere like this.
You whine at the skin contact and you feel yourself clench around nothing. The feeling of his cold fingers running along your skin- how they tease and pinch your sensitive nipples. Astarion’s word of praise alone are enough to get you off.
“So needy.”
Astarion takes one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth- sucking and grazing it with his fangs. His other hand begins to trail downward as grinds his erection up into your unclothed, soaking folds.
“Have you missed me, Darling?” Astarion coos, “has no one else been able to make you feel this way since I’ve been gone?”
You know exactly what he is asking.
“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “because my hands are nowhere as skilled as yours.”
Astarion’s laughter fills the air and your body with joy. His hand moves to release his erection from his underwear. You gasp at the sight and your hand immediately goes downwards- you feel him growl against your breast when you swipe your finger through some of his precum.
You look down and his eyes are on yours as you put your finger between your lips, licking it clean.
Astarion moves his attention from your breasts- pulling you by your hair down to his mouth so he can taste himself on you. The other hand lines him up with your entrance before pulling you down by your hips at the same time he thrusts upward.
You see stars as Astarion grazes that perfect spot inside of you. His hands had untangled from your hair a while ago, both of his hands guiding your hips down so that you continue to take his full length.
“Astar- I’m going to- fuck,” you cry out as his fingers find your clit again.
“You are going to what, my Dear? I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” he says teasingly, his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench harder and harder.
“I- I,” your eyes roll in the back of your head as you pitch forward, putting your face in the crook of his neck. Your moans reverberate through the room- your voice is almost guttural from the intense amount of pleasure you are experiencing.
Astarion’s orgasm followed yours quickly- his moans coming out ragged and incoherent as he fills you to the brim with his seed.
You kiss his cheek, along his cheek bone, and then back until you are in the crook of his neck again.
“You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on,” Astarion says fondly, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Star,” your blissfully fucked body relaxes against his.
You don’t remember when you began to fall asleep or when Astarion repositioned you so that you were spooning. The only thing you can recall is Astarion kissing your shoulder, neck, and behind your ear while whispering his gratitude and love for you into your skin.
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Glad you finally made asks anonymous!! Didnt want to expose my main blog !シ
Could you please do BoNeDo legal line reacting to their s/o wearing something revealing to go out!! If you are comfortable with that!
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pairing: bnd x reader.
warnings: none? jealously, maybe some toxic traits, idk.
summary: how would bnd react to you wearing something revealing to go out.
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sungho; i feel like he wouldn’t mind tbh, at least not for the reasons you may think. he gives me this “conservative” vibe that would push him to say “are you going to wear that? just that?” in a confused/ concerned tone. he wouldn’t make you change or anything and will let you go out as you wanted but that bitter look in his face will make you understand he’s not the biggest fan of your outfit. but it also depends on what you are wearing, like shorts and crop tops is fine, but he doesn’t like when you show too much chest or the skirt/ short length is minimal and you have nothing underneath.
riwoo; like sungho i feel like he will lean into a more conservative stance but at the same time he is softer and will just raise his eyebrows with a smirk, laughing a little bit at your confused look before adding “you look really good” and giving you soft kiss. he would like to brag about you looking so cute and pretty to everyone, getting a little sulky when people stared at you on the streets but letting it slide cause in the end you were his and he was yours.
jaehyun; we all know jaehyun is a whiny little boy, so i totally see him being a bitch over how good you look and how you should only wear those things for him in private because he didn’t want to share his view :c it would get to the point where he would cancel plans because you didn’t want to change or at least take his jacket and cover a bit more. but don’t get him wrong, he is not yelling at you or anything, quite the opposite, he is begging you to change with kiss and giggles because he is a little bit insecure and doesn’t wanna loose you :( dumb asf because u ain’t leaving him but oh well.
taesan; i feel like he wouldn’t really care and he would actually help you choose some of the outfits because you look pretty and he is confident enough to go out with you like that. if anything, he knows how to fight. but he would have a limit tho, like shorts, skirts, tops, stockings, everything is fine to him until it gets too short or too revealing and you don’t have anything underneath like a protection short or at least a jacket to cover your legs when sitting down. “baby, take my jacket when u sit down, your skirt is rolling up” and u would thank him because even though he did not agree with u to wear that today, he is still protecting your ass (quite literally)
leehan; he wouldn’t care. in fact, he would be the one helping you choose at to wear and how to wear it. he will of course have a limit but the line it’s very very blurry as he loves to see you wearing that kind of things. of course he will prefer you to wear them at home but he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go out like that every once in a while.
woonhak; well, idk if it’s because he’s still young but you won’t go out with him if the clothes you’re wearing are too short. and he would HATE with all his soul, transparent clothes. he just feels like… why? might as well be naked. he would get too uncomfortable with that and will not be able to do anything with you if you ever went out like that, “where do you think we are going? that’s not it, yn?” and he would be pouting all day over the whole thing :(
#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor smut#leehan x reader#taesan x reader#sungho x reader#riwoo x reader#jaehyun x reader#woonhak x reader
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Worth
John "Bucky" Egan x female!reader
Summary: You're swept off your feet by one Major John C. Egan, and you love every second of it. Sequel to Birdie.
Word Count: 3.0k
Tags: female!reader, mechanic!reader, women™, period typical sexism & misogyny, fun date night, dude w/ a small dick gets rightfully called out, mostly just fun date stuff, tons of fluff
A/N: Hello all! Thank you so much for the kind words on Birdie. I really appreciate everyone's comments, they warm my heart right up. I almost didn't write this, but the thought of having these two smooch it up was too good to pass up. I also completely headcanon that Bucky has the biggest sweet tooth, oops. As always, I'd be most gracious if you were to leave a like, comment, and/or reblog :)
Read the OC Version of this story on AO3!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story and any recognizably named characters are based solely on dramatic portrayals of the characters from the series, not the real individuals they represent. All the respect to the actual service people who fought and died in the Second World War. Also, please don't copy, repost, or translate my writing without explicit prior permission. Don't even think about it, AI!
A knock at the door brings butterflies to your stomach.
“Oh, he’s here!” Irene shouts, which is immediately met with your shushing, as well as Teresa’s.
You nervously pat your hair and check over your outfit for the evening. You’re spending your second day’s leave on a date with Bucky Egan. He had approached you last night at the pub, asking if you wanted to grab dinner. Alone.
You, of course, said yes.
Teresa and Irene go to answer the door while you gather your purse, stuffing it with your essentials. Your friends greet him at the same time, sounding like twins.
“Good evening, Major!”
“Good evening, Major!”
You hear his deep voice reply, only a small bit of surprise leaking into his voice.
“Good evening, ladies. Is Birdie around? We have dinner plans.”
“I’m here! Hi.” You step around the wall that hides you from the front door, taking a look at the man you’d been crushing on for months. He stands tall and confident in his neatly pressed uniform, hat covering most of his dark curls. His mouth gapes, giving you a once over and attempting to speak up.
“I- You-…Uh, wow. Y-you look…” But any sweet words he attempts to say are interrupted by Irene, who comes in hot with a manic smile.
“Did you know that my daddy taught me how to shoot when I was just a little girl? I’m real good at it. They call me Oakley, back home, cause of how great a marksman I am. Y’know, like Annie Oakley?” She stepped forward, puffing up her chest and giving a frightening grin to Major Egan. You and Teresa exchanged confused looks, not knowing quite where she was going with this.
“I’m not allowed a sidearm or a rifle over here, but I’m sure I could easily borrow one from any of the fellas on base should you break my best friend’s hea—”
“OKAY! We don’t wanna be late, all the tables might be taken soon. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!” You quickly shove past the blonde, stepping over the threshold. You take Bucky’s hand and practically drag his tall form down the hallway, away from your best friend’s attempt at a shovel talk.
You faintly hear Teresa’s well wishes to you amid the aggressively whispered conversation she has with Irene. The last words you hear before the elevator door closes in front of you are a heavily accented protest from Irene.
“What? I was just trying to..!”
The pair of you stand in the elevator in silence. A slight rocking indicates the starting motion of it, which snaps you back to reality. Looking down, you realize that you’re still holding hands with Bucky. You quickly separate your hand from his, heat rising to your cheeks.
“Your friends seem nice.”
Your head snaps to glance at Bucky, who is already looking at you. A sincere smile graces his face, not a hint of mocking in his eyes.
“I’m glad you have them looking out for you.”
You feel your face start to cool down, making you comfortable enough to respond.
“They drive me nuts sometimes. But they’re the best friends I could ever ask for.” You mean every word.
You see John nod, so you turn back to look to the elevator doors in front of you. An awkward pause.
“You look beautiful.”
Another pause. “What?”
“It’s what I meant to say earlier. That you look beautiful. Because you do.”
Heat quickly returns to your cheeks, spreading throughout your whole upper body. You give a bashful smile, peeking up at him through your lashes. You gaze into his eyes for a moment.
“Thank you, Johnny. You look quite handsome yourself.” The Major adjusts his hat, covering just the tips of his ears. He returns your gaze with an uncharacteristically nervous grin. The floor gives a slight rattle, elevator door and gate opening to reveal the lobby.
John straightens up, holding out his arm for you to take. You tentatively weave your hand within the crook of his elbow. He gently presses his arm in, bringing your body closer to his.
You meet your other hand in its position and let Bucky lead you out of the hotel and into the evening air.
✨
“That was so delicious! I never knew that a roast could be so tender…”
The pair of you were walking arm-in-arm down a cobblestone street, just having finished dinner. It was a wonderful time. Bucky had been the perfect gentleman, but made his interest in you clear without being sleezy.
He was entirely focused on you the whole time. He asked questions and was genuinely invested in your answers. Conversation came to the two of you like a duck to water. After a shared glass of wine, his hand had slowly inched towards yours. Soon he had cradled it in his, like you were a precious commodity, until your meals arrived. You could hardly keep your eyes off of each other long enough to even promptly acknowledge the wait staff, which you were sure annoyed some and amused others.
Safe to say, John Egan was doing his best to sweep you off your feet.
You hadn’t discussed any other plans for after dinner, but the walk you’re on now is nice enough to give you reason to stick close together.
Bucky nods along, “And that fruit tart? Incredible.”
You laugh, leaning into your date, “I knew that would be your favorite part. You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, don’t you?”
Bucky holds his hands up with a mischievous smirk on his face, “Hey, I plead the fifth.”
“I’ll admit, I’ve never seen someone so adamant on having some coffee with his sugar.” You continue to tease him. He nudges you playfully, giving a smooth grin in return.
“Hey, we’re in a war! If you see something sweet,” Bucky surprises you by picking you up and twirling you around, getting a full belly laugh from you as he sets you back on the ground.
“You gotta snatch it up and enjoy it while you can.”
You have a feeling that he wasn’t just talking about food.
By that point, you’re leaning against his front, hands on both of his shoulders. The moment has shifted into something else. Something different. His eyes roam your face, eventually stopping on your lips. Just as he starts to lean in, the moment is shattered by the sound of instruments starting up nearby. Bucky flinches, cursing the ill-timed disruption.
Oblivious to his turmoil, you gasp in delight and look around for the source of the music.
“Do you hear that? I think there’s a band playing!”
You spot a few people walk into what looks like a club. It barely a stone’s throw from where you’re both currently standing.
Bucky quickly recovers, “Should we grab a drink? Have a dance or two?”
You beam at him, and his heart stutters in his chest once more. After you give a nod, you place your hand in his arm and let him lead you into the club.
The two of you step into the establishment, and the energy is almost electric. There are mills of people walking about, drinking, talking, laughing. There’s a great score more on the dance floor, hopping and jiving along to the band you now knew you’d heard earlier. There weren’t a lot of uniforms present, but the ones that were were RAF.
Bucky guides you to the bar, hand on your back until you're both sat on a pair of stools. Your drinks are quickly ordered and served, so your night continues. You both allow yourselves to talk shop for a moment, so your conversation turns towards what you were working on before your leave. As you get to discussing the more intricate parts of your project, you hear a scoff from behind you.
John quickly looks over your shoulder, spotting the culprit.
“Excuse me, is there a problem here?”
You turn around to find a uniformed man taking a sip of his whiskey, RAF logo plastered on the lapel. He mockingly shakes his head, placing the glass down on the bar.
“No, no problem at all.”
Bucky, ever the confrontationist, persists. “It seems like there’s a problem here.”
You gesture towards the man, silently indicating that he was welcome to speak his mind.
“It’s not enough that you Yanks come over to our country, destroy our pubs and disrespect our women with your recklessness. But you can’t even keep your own women in check! She should be at home, away from the war, for God’s sake. Taking care of the house and the children. You know, doing feminine duties.”
You had heard all of this before, so it was no skin off your back to hear it again. You roll your eyes and decided to just ignore him. Then the man started to laugh, as if he was in on a private joke.
“I mean, a female mechanic? Between that and your daytime missions, it’s no wonder you’re all dropping like flies.”
You let out an exhale, letting the air stream out through your nose. In your periphery, you see Bucky start to stand— to, no doubt, escalate the situation. You stop him with a hand on his chest. He sits back down, looking between you and the man who had just insulted you. You set your glass down, hopping off the stool and giving a slow clap.
“I’m so glad to know that some people still live in the Stone Age, where apparently all a woman is good for is cooking and giving birth! Thank you so much for showing us exactly what a lack of education and individual thought looks like! See where we are—over in modern times— women can do whatever the hell they want. That includes fixing your planes and jeeps, operating your radios, driving your trucks, and even training your allies to use machine artillery!”
The RAF soldier realizes what he’s gotten himself into but is backed into a corner of the bar as you pace forward with each scathing word that leaves your mouth.
“Never mind all the bullshit you just spouted about what a woman is fit to do. I think that women can decide for ourselves exactly what we can and cannot do. As for my countrymen, I’m proud to serve alongside them. They go up every day willing to sacrifice themselves so that the rest of us don’t have to. They’re gonna be remembered for their bravery and grit. They’re not cowardly enough to hem and haw and stick up their noses at the thought of a woman doing something other than popping out a kid and ironing their pleats.”
The music has dulled down, but you don’t have the complete attention of the club. That gives you the courage to say your final piece.
“Never you mind. I'm confident that the men I serve with, including the man I have with me tonight, aren’t anything like you. Thank God for that! They're not so…” You take an exaggerated glance towards the man’s crotch, scrunching up your nose. “…small-minded.”
Leaving the gaping man behind, you turn to Bucky and ask if he wants to go get some air. He picks his jaw up off the floor quick enough to nod and lead you back outside into the street.
Hey, hanging around Irene pays off sometimes.
As you step out into the night air, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You feel John step up behind you, voice carefully asking,
“Hey, are you okay? Birdie?”
You continue to stand with your eyes closed. You just needed a moment.
“I’ve come too far to let anyone’s opinion of me, or my career choices, effect me.”
You open your eyes and look over your shoulder at your date. He gives an understanding nod, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. You lean back into him, closing your eyes once more, letting him comfort you for the time being.
“Sorry if I ruined the night.”
You can feel a rumble from Bucky’s chest as he chuckles. “Oh, this night’s far from ruined. In fact, that was probably the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
One of your eyes pops open. You crane your neck to peek at him, “Even better than the time you told me about Curt knocking out an RAF officer in one punch?”
“Yep.”
“Winning that bet to get your bicycle?”
“Oh, for sure.”
“Better than your fruit tart from dinner?”
His smile widens, “Okay, let’s not get crazy here. Maybe it was top ten.”
“Top ten?!” You playfully gasp, turning around to face him again. You rest your hands on your hips, “What’s a girl gotta do to rank above a fruit tart around here?”
“Well…” You scoff and shove Bucky at the cheeky smirk he gives you. You’re quickly distracted by the sound of the band inside starting up again. This time with a familiar tune.
“Oh, your song’s on, Johnny!”
Bucky tosses his hat to the side, steps back and gives a very unserious bow. He then sneers with a hyper-nasal impression of the RAF officer you’d just affronted.
“My lady.”
You roll your eyes and give a joking curtsy in return, taking his offered hand. He pulls you into a proper stance for a waltz, which is a complete offset to the jive song that reaches your ears. You both jokingly hop along in the awkward squared formation for a moment, giggling to yourselves.
He gently pushes on your hip while outstretching his hand, so you take the cue and twirl until you’re both standing at each other’s fingertips. A quick grasp of your hand and a pull twirls you right back into his arms, bumping into his chest. The moment made you burst into laughter, leaning into your dance partner until the song ends.
The next song is a much slower tune, giving Bucky the chance to pull you in close. You hum along to the band playing, sidling up to the Major’s chest. He places a hand in yours and loops the other around your waist. Your free arm gently drapes under his and over his shoulder, encouraging a lean into his firm body. You both give a slow sway, leading each other back and forth in the quiet echoes of the street. Closer than before.
“You know, I’ve been plucking up the courage to ask you to dinner for a while now.”
You lay your head on the knuckles of your hand that rest on his shoulder, responding lowly.
“Really?”
You continue to sway.
“Yeah.”
You’re curious, so you ask, “What made you finally do it?”
He thinks on the answer for a moment, almost chewing on his thoughts. John is not the kind of person to typically contemplate over an answer, so you gift him all the time in the world to respond. You recognize how important that is to him.
“I… I think that it was a lot of little things.” He pulls you in closer. “Your smile, your eyes, the way you talk about the things you love. Birdie, you are so personable with everyone you come into contact with and it’s so magnetic.”
The flow of compliments shocks you, not expecting this barrage of details to come from the man in front of you. But you dance on anyways.
“But I really think what did me in was yesterday, at the pub. When you looked at me during your song.”
You remember. You know exactly what he was talking about. Whatever he must have felt, you know that you felt it too.
He continues to speak in an intimate tone as you sway along in the street.
“I felt my entire life click into place. It was like everything suddenly made sense. I didn’t have to wonder about what my life was going to be like in five, ten, fifteen years. Because I knew.”
He pulls back to look you in the eye, and the amount of vulnerability in his eyes floors you.
“I’ll be honest, it scared the shit outta me. It terrified me.”
You understand what he meant. This is all new to him, as it is to you. You pull his forehead to touch yours, noses gently brushing one another, as you offer your best words of comfort in that moment.
“Sometimes, you have to do what scares you the most to find out what’s worth doing.”
He cups your face, letting his lips ghost against yours. He made his intentions clear, but it was up to you to decide how you move forward.
So, you close your eyes and take the leap.
Your lips press into his, hands stroking the arms that were framing your face. He immediately responds in kind, lips moving in tandem with yours. You melt into him at the reciprocated motion. His arms soon move to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. Your arms reach around his neck, hands resting at the nape of his neck. As he deepens the kiss, you run your hands up, down, and through the dark curls on the back of his head, earning a groan from your partner.
A burst of warmth sparks from within your very being, traveling further and further through your body until you’re consumed by flames. Half of your mind is scrambling to make sense of reality, and the other half is completely consumed by passion.
After a moment, you reluctantly separate from one another, panting to catch your breath. It’s as if the world stopped spinning when you connected, and then started up again when you parted.
Giving a nervous look to the man you just kissed, you’re elated when he gives you an ear-to-ear grin. He grasps one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. His other hand comes up to cup your face again, thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.
You stay silent for the time being, letting the moment marinate. He brings up your joined hands to kiss the back of your palm. Your heart jumps with joy at the sight.
Bucky gives an exhale before breaking the silence.
“You are most definitely worth it.”
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Back at My Place
Wake Up, Chapter 4
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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader
summary: In an attempt to stop the advances of an unwanted suitor, Matt Murdock accidentally condemns you to being his fake girlfriend.
warnings: crazy sweet fluff, swearing, a bit of angst at the very end
a/n: I had such a fun time with this chapter. I also realized that I have a very hard time not making Matt angsty. He’s just so self deprecating, it’s easy pickings. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy! Please comment, like, reblog, and request (you’ll seriously make my day. I love hearing what you all think.)
w/c: 3.6k
A breeze blew across a patch of exposed skin on your collar bone, making you shiver yourself awake. Opening your eyes, your surroundings confused you for a minute before you remembered that you’d been at Matt’s last night. But, the last thing you recalled was sitting with him on the couch, listening to Matt as he recounted stories from his childhood. Which mostly meant giggling at the fact that Matt has apparently always had a martyr complex.
You must have dozed off because you were now wrapped in silk sheets in a bed that smelled like him. Had he carried you here? The thought of Matt picking you up and tucking you into his bed made warmth bloom in your stomach. You bit back a moan picturing his arms caring for you so lovingly. Sinking deeper into the pillow under your head, you inhaled deeply, smiling as you thought about laying there all day just breathing him in.
The sound of voices outside the closed door shook you out of your fantasy.
Pushing yourself up, you scrubbed a hand over your face before making your way out to the living room.
Foggy was having a good morning. Marci had been up before him, miraculously, and had coffee ready for him when he woke. His favorite bakery hadn’t run out of everything bagels when he got there, which was practically unheard of on a Sunday morning. And now, he was making his way over to Matt’s to get proof of life. Which was only slightly dampening his good mood.
He’d be less worried if the asshole had picked up his call this morning. Foggy and Marci had tried to get ahold of him, to see if you and Matt were alright after the gala, but he didn’t answer. Marci had called you a few times with similar success. So, Foggy had volunteered to go in person.
Knocking less than politely on Matt’s door, Foggy nearly fell into the other man as the door flew open.
“Fuck, Foggy, it’s not even 9. You want to wake the whole floor up?”
“Thank the Lord, Saint Matthew lives another day. If you don’t want me breaking down your door this early, answer your fucking phone next time.” Foggy plastered on a smile, voice laced with false positivity. Barging past his friend into the apartment, he spun around, arms wide.
“Well, I’m glad you’re alive, my friend. I was having a nice morning and finding you half-dead in your Devil gear really would’ve ruined that.”
“Foggy—“ Matt’s voice was low in warning, but Foggy ignored him.
“Anyway, what happened last night? You never let us know if you two were ok.”
“We’re fine. Snyder was being a bitch and it sent my fake girlfriend into a panic attack. Now, I’m sure you have a wonderful day with Marci to get back to and I have to get dressed for church.”
“HA! You think you can bullshit me, Murdock. Only a freshman in Matt-ology would believe that you attend regular Sunday mass. You prefer to go at night and speak directly to the clergy. What are you hiding in here?” Foggy set down his bagel, peering around corners as if expecting there to be a surprise hidden.
“I’m not hiding anything, I just wasn’t expecting you.” Matt’s voice was hushed as he tried to herd Foggy out the door.
“Am I not allowed to drop by anymore? What is going on with you?”
Before Matt could respond, his bedroom door opened to reveal your startled face, which sat above an outfit picked entirely from Matt’s wardrobe, Foggy noticed.
A shit-eating grin broke out over Foggy’s face as he said your name. “Funny seeing you here.”
You grimaced, “Hi, Foggy.”
Matt made his way over to you. “Did we wake you up? I was trying to tell Foggy to be quiet.”
“No, no!” You jumped in reassuringly. “I was already awake. And I’m—I’m sorry for falling asleep last night, I didn’t mean to crash here.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m sure you were tired.” Matt ran a hand over your arm before pulling you into a hug. Clearly, they had forgotten that there was a captive audience.
Foggy cleared his throat. “So…you slept here?”
The two of you jumped apart. Matt stepped in front of you, “It’s not like that, Fog. I gave her my bed and slept on the couch.”
“Hey, don’t need to explain anything to me. Anyway, glad to know you’re both alive. I, um, have a…thing.” Hurrying out of the apartment, Foggy rushed home to Marci. Their plot to unite two of their favorite people was actually coming together, despite the wrench Matt had thrown into the plans by nominating you as his fake partner.
About a month after the gala, Foggy was seriously wondering if he’d been left out of the loop on Matt’s relationship status. You and Matt were hanging out more than ever and yet didn’t admit that you weren’t pretend-dating anymore. He supposed he would need to see evidence a bit more damning than Matt comforting a friend after a tough night or spending more time with them one-on-one, but he had his suspicions.
Sitting in his apartment, mulling through paperwork as quickly as he could, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the events of that morning.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Matt had been tucked away in his office when he arrived. Foggy didn’t plan on staying for long, since he had intended to work from home that day, but he needed to grab some files that were relevant to the case he was working on.
Eventually, Foggy heard a door open, and—assuming that Matt was leaving his office to finally greet him—he ran out into the central room.
“Hey, Matt, I know I said I wouldn’t be in today, I just needed to grab the Anderson files.” Foggy spoke as he walked out of his own office. But, as he looked up, he realized that Matt was still in the other room. Instead, you stood before him, holding a brown paper bag and looking like he’d caught you breaking and entering.
“Hey Foggy! I didn’t expect you to be here. Is Matt in…” you trailed off with a vague gesture. As you pointed to Matt’s office, his door opened, revealing the blind lawyer who faced you curiously.
“Hey, I thought I heard you. What are you doing here?” Ignoring Foggy completely—the blond looking after him incredulously—he marched over to you, a crooked grin on his lips.
“Well, I…um—“ You stuttered, very much unable to ignore Foggy at this moment. “Remember that bakery I told you about? The one that just opened up by the Pilates studio?”
Matt nodded and you continued. “I told you that I thought you’d like their almond croissants and, I don’t know, you mentioned that you had a bad night so I thought I’d bring you one to cheer you up.” You scuffed your shoes on the floor, no longer looking at Matt.
“That’s so sweet of you.” Matt spoke, smiling at you softly. He was a bit shocked, but more than touched by the gesture.
“And I’m really sorry, Foggy! I would’ve gotten you one but, when we chatted last night, Matt mentioned you wouldn’t be in today so I—“
“Hey, no problem! I have to run home anyway. Have a good day, my little lovebirds!” Foggy brushed off your concern. You squeaked, embarrassed at his comment. Foggy waved goodbye, and headed off, hearing Matt ask you if you wanted to split the pastry as he went.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Shaking his head at the memory, Foggy really hoped you two would come to your senses soon.
A couple weeks after the croissant incident, Foggy found himself in desperate need of a break.
“Matt, hurry up! Karen and I are thirsty!” Foggy rolled his eyes to the blonde as they waited for Matt to quit burning the midnight oil and go out with them. It was Friday, and they had just had a major breakthrough in their current case that had seemed unwinnable for weeks.
“Alright, alright! I’m coming.” Matt shook his head fondly at his partners, grabbing his coat and cane.
“Josie’s?” Karen questioned.
Foggy snorted. “Do we ever go anywhere else?” He sent a text to you and Marci, letting you both know that you were invited to celebrate with them, though he did not expect Marci to take him up on that offer.
“Why would we?” Matt grinned, taking Foggy’s arm as the three made their way to the dive bar they frequented.
Arriving at Josie’s in record time, Karen offered to buy the first round while the guys grabbed a table.
Foggy inhaled deeply. “Smell that, Murdock?”
“Stale beer and vomit?”
“No! The smell of our impending success!”
“It doesn’t trouble you that your brain associates our success with vomit?”
“Gah! You’re impossible!” Foggy threw his hands up as Matt smirked.
“What did he do now?” Foggy cheered as he saw you approaching them.
“You’ve gotta help me out. Your boyfriend is refusing to admit that we are going to win our case this week.” Foggy mock glared at Matt.
You sat down next to Matt, laughing brightly as he began to argue. “I never said that! I said, it’s weird that you link our winning a case with such an unpleasant sensation.”
“Oh god, we just got here and they’re already going at it.” Karen murmured to you as she returned with drinks, chuckling with fond exasperation. She handed you a beer and you accepted gratefully as you slid under the arm Matt moved around your shoulders. As you nestled into his side, he and Foggy continued to bicker about what winning should smell like.
Eventually, Karen broke in and offered them their beers. Mostly for a moment of quiet, you assumed. Taking a drink, Matt turned to you. “How was your day, angel?” Karen and Foggy looked at each other, ‘Angel??’
“It was awesome, actually! My boss approved my proposal!” You sounded thrilled.
“That’s fantastic!” Matt was beaming at you. “Did you get to show her the mock ups?”
“I’m sorry,” Foggy cut in with a smile. “What proposal?”
“Shit, I forgot I hadn’t told you and Karen! I’m sorry guys.” You grimaced sheepishly. “I had been noticing some recurring names when I sat in court this month so I did some digging and found 4 property managers that have dozens of documented issues. I’m talking constructive eviction, unhabitable units, actions in contempt, a whole mess of stuff. So I wanted to ask my boss if we could set up some clinics in the area for hearing counterclaim filing and to help people file a case against their landlord preemptively.”
Matt’s focus was entirely on you as you spoke animatedly, absolutely ecstatic about your new project.
“I had a solid framework but I was having a really hard time working up the nerve to ask her if I could do anything. Thankfully, Matt had some great ideas and helped me put together a whole presentation at dinner last week!” You grinned, looking up at him.
“What dinner last week?” Karen inquired, her eyes flirting between the two of you as she barely concealed her knowing grin.
“Oh!” You shifted in your seat slightly. “Well, we’ve been having dinner once or twice a week to—um—“
“Get to know each other!” Matt suggested, helpfully.
“Exactly! In case we have another event and have to speak to people about each other, or whatever.”
“Right,” Foggy confirmed, eyebrows raised. “Well, I’m glad that it went well! And, that you’ve been getting this workaholic out of the office. I was wondering why he’s been so chipper lately.”
“Oh, I’m sure that has more to do with this ‘impending success’ I keep hearing about.” You bit your lip, fidgeting with the half empty glass in your hand.
“It’s not all work-related, sweetness.” Matt nudged you, grinning.
You smiled into your beer, draining the rest of it. “Sure, Murdock. Though, I’m afraid you’ll have to try harder to sweet talk me into buying you another drink.”
“Hmm, guess I’ll keep trying.” Matt followed you out of the booth, taking your arm as you both walked up to ask Josie for a refill.
Karen gaped at Foggy. “You weren’t kidding!”
“I know!” Foggy said, throwing his arms towards the bar after their friends. “They don’t see it!”
Karen snorted. “We are in for a world of hurt.”
After the group had chatted for a bit, Foggy suggested that you and Matt play him and Karen in pool, to “settle the smell of success debate once and for all”. Everyone seemed excited about the proposition, but you hesitated.
“I’ve never actually played pool before.” You admitted to Matt, quietly, as Karen and Foggy got the table set up.
“That’s alright, pretty girl. I’ll just have to teach you.” He flicked your chin softly before raising his voice. “I promise it’s not that difficult to beat Foggy. I could do it with my eyes closed.” He jested, making you laugh.
“How dare you insult my honor in front of this fair maiden!” Foggy crowed, feigning chest pain. “I’m hurt, truly hurt!”
You giggled at their antics, sliding out from the booth and pulling Matt with you. “Better teach me fast, Matty. I have a feeling Nelson won’t be taking it easy on me.”
While Foggy and Karen were having a good time battling you two in pool, it was becoming almost irritating to watch the two of you flirt and exchange soft touches without acknowledging the authenticity of your relationship. Matt kept holding your waist to help you position the pool cue, giving you a kiss on the cheek when any of the balls landed in a pocket. And, as the two of you became more tipsy throughout the evening, you started sitting atop of Matt’s lap, playing with his hair and resting your nose against his cheek, while waiting for Foggy or Karen to finish a turn.
It was adorable, sure, but aggravating nonetheless because anytime someone questioned it, you and Matt brushed it off as ‘keeping up appearances’.
As you lined up your cue to take the final shot, Matt announced your intentions for you. “8 ball, far right corner pocket.” Giving the cue ball a firm tap, the 8 ball sailed into its intended receptacle.
You and Matt cheered as Foggy and Karen yelled in frustration. As you gave him a hug, Matt twirled you around.
“Great job, angel. I’m so proud of you!” He pressed a kiss to your hairline. You leaned into him, treasuring the moment.
Foggy and Karen just shared a look, shaking their heads, before Foggy asked “Anyone up for a rematch?”
Foggy, Karen, and Matt were tiredly running over their case notes for the upcoming Jones trial. Their last few cases had all gone well, but this case was incredibly taxing. They were having a hard time getting their two key witnesses to cooperate, and the judge had denied their request for a continuance which squished the timeline in a less than optimal direction.
Sighing, Foggy rubbed at his eyes. “Is there anyway we could get the sister on the stand? She was so much easier to work with.”
“There’s no way we’d be able to prepare her in time.” Matt grumped, tension headache steadily brewing.
Karen closed her laptop with a frustrated sigh. “Alright gentlemen, I don’t know about you but I will be absolutely useless if I keep working at this without food. Dinner?”
“Yah let’s go grab a pizza and give our poor minds a break.” Foggy rubbed Matt’s shoulder, hoping the idea of food would be enough to tempt him away from his computer.
“You two go ahead, I’ll see if I can find a weakness in the opposing argument here.”
“Matt, c’mon—“ Foggy pleaded.
“It’s fine. I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, I can feel it…” Matt turned back to his computer, putting headphones in his ears before hearing his friends’ responses.
Foggy simply gave Karen an exaggerated eye roll before the two headed out to grab dinner.
The pizza place wasn’t too far from their office, so they fully expected Matt to be honed in on his case notes when they returned, but instead he was leaning against the table in the conference room. His phone held against his ear, Matt had a small grin on his face as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. It must have been you. No one else could break Matt’s intense focus so easily.
Foggy and Karen were as quiet as possible as they brought the food into the conference room. Matt’s grin fell a bit as they entered.
“Ok sweetness, Nelson and Page are back with food so I have to go. Call me when you get home safe tonight…yah I know you will. Love you.” Matt ended the call, placing his phone on the table.
“I found a clerical error in the original filing of the case. Should help us at least weaken the validity of the prosecution's claims.” It was dead silent for a moment before Matt prompted “Are we going to eat or have we taken those pizzas hostage?”
Foggy pried his jaw from the floor, looking to Karen who appeared equally shocked. “No, uh, we can eat. Yah, let’s eat.” Foggy set the boxes down as Karen rummaged around for some plates. She gave him a pointed look, her eyes swiveling between him and Matt.
Internally debating whether to ask Matt about the terminology used at the end of his phone call, Foggy opened his mouth but Matt held up a hand. “Before you even start, she was out with friends at a bar. We both agreed to act like a couple when in public and she explicitly told me she was ok with it.” The blind man turned to his work with a barely noticeable glower, clearly exasperated by his friends’ questioning.
“See, buddy, that’s cool and all, but you do see how this looks right?” Foggy nervously took a bite of pizza, eyeing the other man.
“What, like I’m forcing her to say things she’s uncomfortable with? That I’m holding her back from finding someone she actually wants to be with? Yes, Foggy, I’m aware.” Matt’s scowl deepened. “I beat myself up about it constantly. I really don’t need you both breathing down my neck about it too.”
“Wait, Matt, you think that’s what we’ve been talking about?” Karen prompted, clearly as taken aback as Foggy felt. She placed a hand on Matt’s arm in a gesture of comfort. “We’re not worried that you’re making her uncomfortable.”
“And we certainly aren’t worried that you’re holding her back!” Foggy added. “Why on earth would you think we were worried about that?”
“Clearly you are! That morning after the gala when you rushed out after seeing she was still there, you were biting your tongue the whole time, Fog!” Matt ran his hands through his hair in distress. “It’s like everytime one of you sees us together, you’re always pointing out the illegitimacy of our relationship or calling us a name. Not to mention, the night at Josie’s where you and Karen were frustratedly saying I was causing a ‘world of hurt’?” Fully pacing now, Foggy had to stand to stop the other man from wearing a tread in their carpet.
“Matt, that’s not what we’ve been trying to say.” Foggy broke in, slowly.
A muscle in Matt’s jaw twitched. “Really, because everytime she gets nervous around me, we suddenly end up alone. If you couldn’t bear to watch what I was doing, you at least could’ve told me that you thought I was hurting her if it was so hard to watch.” He turned away, biting his bottom lip in irritation.
“What we meant when we said those things,” Karen jumped in, also coming to stand in front of Matt. “Was that it seems like the two of you aren’t fake dating anymore. It seems like you’re actually dating and you don’t realize it. And, you aren’t making her uncomfortable, Matt. She adores you.”
Matt’s nostrils flared as conflicting emotions danced across his face. “Matt, buddy, all this time you’ve been chastising yourself for holding her back? Have you stopped to consider that she might enjoy being with you?” Foggy reached out to squeeze his friend’s shoulder, but the other man pulled out of his grasp, pacing again.
“Enjoy being with me? That’s fucking rich.” He bit out. “She’s so smart and funny and thoughtful and—“ his voice was breaking now. “All I’ve done since I brought her into this was get her hurt. She’s way too good to be stuck with me.”
Snatching his red glasses, cane, and computer, Matt huffed before throwing a few sheets of paper down on the table. “Here’s the court's error for the Jones case. I need some air. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Matt stomped out the door, Foggy and Karen guiltily watching him go.
“Ok, we may have done some damage here.” Foggy grimaced.
“How did we not realize that their own doubts are shaping their interpretation of this?” Karen groaned.
“It’s an embarrassing oversight, I’ll admit.” Rubbing at the back of his neck, Foggy turned to her. “The question is now, do we go after him?”
“No. He needs to work it out on his own.” Karen stared back at her friend glumly.
“Ugh. You’re probably right.”
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Professor Layton and the Spectre’s Call!! I actually discovered ordering the game from the UK with shipping was actually cheaper than ordering the American version of the game, there were no major differences that I could tell as they still had the original English voice actors.
I enjoyed this game!! Not my top favorite installment but I still had a great time and loved the new characters. The puzzles were well designed and had nice scaled difficulty and the mini games were really neat too. The Eternal Diva references were so blatant lmfao but I’m excited for Miracle Mask! I was also super exhausted when writing the summary so sorry there’s so many errors and I use the word fun a million times ToT
The Descole and Tea sticker are from JordyDrawsMerch! All other stickers are from Daiso. Writing typed below!
Rating: 8.3
Played: Sp 2024
Port: DS on 3DS
Favorite? Y
Replayable? Y
Recommend? Y
Series: Professor Layton
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Emmy and BABY LUKE!!
OH THANK GOD IT’S CHRISTOPHER ROBIN MILLER
Ngl im so excited to watch the anime, I love the animation sm
Oh Layton is not taking Claire’s death well at all
I love how animated the background now is!!
Beautiful music as always
Does Clark have the same VA as Dmitri lol
THE WORLD WILL END? Damn Luke
The specter looks like one of those little kingdom hearts guys
Luke’s been a LaytonMobile hater since day one lmao
Luke is especially funny in this game
Layton taking Luke to the black market is so wild
THE PUPPET PLAY IS ADORABLE
I’m going to fight aunt taffy
Ooo we get to play as Emmy
Holy shit Emmy
GIRL FROG
Emmy asking if Layton always pokes lamps he sees is making me think he physically touches everything the player taps
The convo with the meowing man???
CHELMEY AND BARTON
Based anti-cop npc
THE DYNAMITE WORKS LMAO
Is Hershel gonna get a cask of amantillado’d T^T
The canals are so pretty i like the design of misthallery
Oh i do not like the police chief
I LOVE YOU EMMYYY
Grosky is very funny
Omg the cliff death police cover up reminds me of killer frequency which i just watched a playthrough of
FUCK JAKES
Where’s phoenix when you need him
JAIL BREAK JAIL BREAK!!!
I love descole’s voice
YAAA LADDER VS STEP LADDER
NESSIE???
The story book stories and animations are so CUTE!!
I wonder if Naiya was added to the game to hit at the Eternal Diva
This kinda reminds me of a pokemon movie but I don’t remember which one it was
^^ it was pokemon heroes when latias and latios were caught ^^;
AN OCARINA!!!
Creepy fucking factory music ToT
Oh dear. I seem to have stepped on a hexagonal spanner
Descole always serving massive cunt
Woah the golden garden is beautiful
Ohh so that’s why Luke was fork life certified in plvspw
ZAMN T^T
THE WAY THE SPRITES WALK KILLS ME LOL
I really like these little episodes from others POVS! ^_^
Summary
This was such a fun origin story for Luke and Layton. Very much a classic Layton game with world ending machinery and gorgeous environment design. I really liked both Emmy and Descole, there’s a more serious undertone than with Don Paolo as the main villain (even though I do love Don Paolo). Emmy is amazing!! I was afraid she would be sidelined like Flora was but I’m glad to she stands her ground and does what she wants to do. I alos like how we got to go on our own adventure as her to London, she’s a character that doesn’t need to rely on Hershel to solve everything. Meeting Luke was great, loved his blank stare. It was fun seeing his origins and how Clark and Hershel knew each other. I’m curious how the prequels will play into the New World of Steam, especially now that Luke’s family have stories and sprites (unlike in the original trilogy). Loved the ACAB story, v nice to play while I’m still so mad at what’s happening to university students currently. Descole was so fun, I am obsessed with his outfit and personality. Unfortunately I was spoiled on who he is but I’m very excited to learn more. I think similar to Ace Attorney, the fourth installment is that last game in the classic 2D style, which is sad but PLvsPW makes me very hopeful about 3D Layton. The overall story was fun, I really liked the sub plot about the Ravens - that was really fun (i was so tired writing this omfg). I wish we got a little more backstory on the rich guy who died, I feel like there’s more to the story. OO I loved the little episodes, especially the one about Chelmey. They added a lot of fun context and gave more life to the NPCs. Such a fun and classic Layton game, I can’t wait to play Miracle Mask! (And read the light novels). This wasn’t my favorite Layton game but I still really loved it and had a great time and loved the puzzles — that’s all I want from PL!
#journal#journalsouppe#bullet journal#video game journal#professor layton#spectres call#last specter#professor layton and the spectres call#professor layton and the last specter
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ik you haven’t been too active lately, but since your pinned says requests are open, is it alright if i request headcanons for wataru hibiki with a s/o who’s shy and anxious in public, but gets clingy and affectionate when they’re alone together? i absolutely love wataru he’s such a sweetheart <3 tysm in advance, have a lovely day!
『✻When his s/o’s shy and anxious in public but clingy and affectionate behind doors✻』
Characters: Wataru Hibiki/gn!reader
C/w: mostly none Wataru is so cute and protective of you its so sweet :(( I loved writing this sm
A/n: HIII tysm for requesting!!! Sorry I haven’t been the most active recently, school started again and everything is a bit of a mess rn but I’m having so much inspiration lately and I also wanna thank you all for the support, following, liking and even reblogging my posts :( it makes me so happy and I’m glad you all are enjoying my works. Also…I might participate in flufftober this year! I’ll make a post in a few days about it so please feel free to request <3 I hope you enjoy this !!
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Wataru undoubtedly loves Pda, but if his s/o’s shy and has anxiety while going on dates or errands, he’ll minimize it to holding hands, and maybe a kiss on the cheek here and there
He’s really into wearing or having matching stuff, like phone cases, outfits, anything that comes into mind
His ideal type of dates are definitely going to a theater or an art museum. Especially if you’re a bit fidgety in public, he’ll hold onto your hand as you both walk watching the exhibitions or sitting together and enjoying a wonderful show.
However, he’s very surprised when you change moods around him when you’re alone together. So, he enjoys every chance he can at receiving your affection
Absolutely loves it when you’re clingy and he’s clingy himself so..prepare for a night of cudding and kisses
Wataru notices how you act around his friends or people you really don’t like, and smiles at the thought of your face after having to deal with anyone you’re not comfortable with
He draws the line when he sees people talking bad about you; for being “too quiet” , he makes sure to always lend a shoulder when times are rough or if you’ve had a bad day in general. And would not hesitate to take action if things escalate
Wataru has a special seat for you in the theater, everytime the teather club holds an activity, he always reserves that spot for you, so when you’re in the crowd he gets to see you
He understands if you get overwhelmed in public, especially if you’re used to masking emotions to make him happy or at least appear to be, and he reassures you that it doesn’t matter if you’re shy or not, he loves you for who you are
Wataru secretly enjoys the way you cling onto him at home, he gets a bit nervous for the first time when you hugged him fully, not wanting to make things ‘weird’ betwen you both when you started dating
However, now whenever you hug him like that, his arms wrap around your waist as he hugs you back, enjoying how close you both turned out to be.
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#ensemble stars x reader#ensemble stars#wataru hibiki#wataru hibiki x reader#HES SO SO CUTEEEEE#Ily guys sm <3
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Pretty in pink. Happy birthday!
Aw! ♡
The way I smiled so much at this. :’)
How could you be so sweet? I wish I could give you the biggest hug right now! No, lots and lots of hugs!! ♡ ♡
Thank you so much for the lovely birthday wishes, my friend!!
It really made my evening! c:
I hope that wherever you are that you’re happy and having a wonderful day, too! ♡
Sending lots of kind thoughts and well-wishes for you! Please take care, and all the best to you, sweet anon ~ ! XO ⋆゚⊹ 。.:*✧ ✿ 🤍
#<3#ask#this really was just the nicest thing to see right now !!#i’m so glad you liked my pink outfit too ! c:#you’re so very nice my friend ! <3#i hope your day is full of lots of joy love and sunshine ! <3#stay hydrated and keep safe please c:#and take care ~ ! <3#c:#xoxo <3#⊹ 。.:*✧ ✿ ♡
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WHRBFIPEBGF RAY!!! I love your if! <3 I love you! You're brilliant! *falling on my knees and kissing the ground you're standing on (bc I don't know if you would be okay if I would kiss every single one of your toes seperatly, don't want to cross your boundaries unasked)* Ok, enough fangirling now. At least the real life fangirling. C: I looooooove Noah!! I already loved him in the description, now I played the game and he *piiiep* liked the "Allen, this is me checking in with you. Bye now!" response from my MC. T-T <3 <3 Then I fell even harder for him. And now you say he's wearing a slutty outfit of Tyler Durden for halloween!!! Where is this man in real life?! T-T I want him. But I love you, too ofc. Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night! Depending on where and when you read this.
Also, I'm super sorry for the rambling. T-T But it was such a treat! Okay, bye now! <3
HAHAHA omg thank you!!! <3 thank you so much this just made my night, and i’m so glad you like noah! he’s supremely interesting i’m really excited to continue writing him.
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How do you think Madoka, Gingka and Kyoya would confess? And luckily for them, the person likes them in return.
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Oh, a Beyblade: Metal Fusion request! This is a little surprising and really exciting! I’m so happy to get the chance to write for the fandom on here so thank you so much for sending this in 😊 I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons, my dear!
Madoka
First off, I feel like Madoka is someone who is kind of in love with love. She comes off, to me at least, like someone who would really be into the idea of being in a loving relationship with someone. She isn’t extremely prone to crushes in the way of being boy-crazy, because that’s something she isn’t. She spends a lot of time with boys and doesn’t develop crushes on them. It’s just that, when she does develop a crush on someone, she crushes hard.
Hard with a capital H. Madoka, when she falls for someone, falls for them completely. When she gets a crush on someone, they become something she thinks about all the time. She smiles more, she’ll start daydreaming more. She tries everything she can to spend more time with them. She starts really listening to everything they say, picking up every small detail she can about them and committing those things to memories. She’ll find herself randomly associating certain things with them and then every time she sees those things, boom, they’re on her mind and she has to stop herself from getting those things for the person because oh gosh, what if that person thinks she’s creepy for doing so.
She tries as hard as she can though to befriend the person and to really work her way into their life. She is still who she is as a person because having a crush isn’t something that makes Madoka change her personality, like some people do when they have crushes, but she definitely starts becoming interested in things that they’re interested in that she might not have thought too much about before. She spends as much time as possible with the person, and she keeps an eye out for any signs that they might like her in return.
While normally very confident in herself, she might overthink conversations through a romantic lens, trying to figure out if the person meant more than surface level with some comments, if they were really flirting or if they were simply being friendly, stuff like that. She finds herself second guessing herself when she has a crush.
She also spends a lot more time on her appearance than she normally does when she has a crush, just in case they run into each other and on the days when she absolutely knows she’s going to see them and spend time with them, she can easily put in an hour or more choosing the right outfit, how to wear her hair, how to do her makeup (something she’s not too great at, she’ll admit).
When she has finally accepted that she’s really and truly completely infatuated with a person, when she’s reached the point of knowing that she can’t continue on without knowing if the person she likes feels the same way about her, she knows that she needs to confess. She’s not someone who will be content with writing out her feelings. She feels that would be taking an almost cowardly way out. She feels it’s only proper, and the brave thing to do, confessing to them face to face.
She wants it to be special though and she’ll ask the person she likes to hang out on a day. She has the day all planned out, what they’ll go do together, and she really does everything she can to make it a really nice, relaxing, and lovely day for her and the person she likes. She tries to create little intimate moments, times that seem kind of right for romance, and it’s during one of those moments, when the two of them are just content in each other’s company, that she’ll confess to them.
She’s obviously very relieved and over the moon that the person she likes feels the same way towards her. She’ll slip her hand into theirs after they tell her that they reciprocate her feelings, will smile warmly at them, tell them she’s glad. To her, this means they’re now officially dating, so she’ll start referring to that person after that as her boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever fits better with their gender expression, and she feels a distinct thrill for the first several weeks in getting to say those words.
Gingka
It actually takes quite a while for Gingka to really realize that he’s caught any sort of romantic feelings for someone. It’s not something he picks up on right away, both because those aren’t feelings that are extremely normal for him and because those are feelings that develop slowly for him.
Gingka is that type of person who is very friendly, who can easily talk to people, who gains relationships with others very easily. He can have a conversation with someone and strike up a friendship with them all in the space of a half hour. And yes, to him it is a friendship. It might not be as deep and loyal a friendship as a friendship he has with someone he’s known for, like, ten years, but he will definitely still consider that person a friend.
Gingka takes friendship seriously. He’s interested in other people, he supports them and wants to see them succeed, he’s got their back, he shows genuine kindness and interest in them. So, when he notices that he’s thinking more than usual about someone, that he’s more excited than normal to see someone, that he’s absolutely worried about this person losing or failing in some way, he’s going to just chalk it up to the fact that this person is his friend. Of course it makes sense, in his brain, for him to be feeling all this intense emotion. It just goes to show how good his friendship and his bond with this person is, right? Sure, he might not feel the same way he’s feeling now towards his other friend, but everyone’s bond with each other is different, that’s all.
So, he just continues operating under this assumption that all these feelings are just the deep bond of friendship and he’ll continue to do so for quite a while. He can go on for months, even years, just mentally telling himself that all these feelings are just because he deeply cares about his friend.
It’s only when his feelings are so blatantly, obviously, undeniably romantic – he keeps focusing on their lips when they talk, keeps finding himself wondering what it would be like to kiss them, he hates any hint or any joke made that they might be crushing on anyone, he misses them so incredibly much when they’re away from him for any length of time – that he really, firmly clues into what he’s feeling.
At that point, it’s that ‘shit, I’m in love with my best friend’ moment for him.
He’s puzzled, confused, and more than a little anxious. After all, he’s not entirely sure what to make of any of his emotions and even more unsure as to what the best course of action is.
He isn’t really sure that he wants to confess, honestly. He doesn’t know if he wants to risk losing a really solid, healthy, wonderful friendship over feelings that he does not know are reciprocated. He’s battling a little inside himself wondering whether he should mention what he’s feeling or not.
He’s definitely very noticeably off to his friend, who keeps getting their questions of whether he’s alright avoided or blown off by Gingka.
Gingka’s confession comes out of nowhere. They’re talking about something completely separate. Gingka had absolutely no plans of saying it at that moment, it wasn’t a thought in his head that he was going to do so. His friend was just laughing and smiling at something he’d said, their head thrown back a little, their smile something Gingka couldn’t tear his eyes away from and the words slipped out.
To his credit, he does not try to take them back. Though he hadn’t meant to say them, they are the truth and he won’t lie to his friend now that it’s out there in the open. He might be feeling like he’s having a heart attack, like there’s a great big hand squeezing his heart, but he won’t take it back.
The words linger on the air for a minute or two, the two of them standing in silence before his friend lets him know that they feel the same way about him.
To say that Gingka is enthusiastic about that knowledge is an understatement. He is so stoked. He’s practically skipping as he walks his friend, now partner, home and he can’t stop smiling.
He’ll leave the more in-depth conversations regarding what they want to be to each other, if they want to officially date and such, for another time – for now, he just wants to really enjoy each other’s company and the knowledge that they both hold some degree of love for each other.
Kyoya
I know some of his fans will be a little upset at me for saying this, but I really do not, in any way, see Kyoya as being someone who is in tune with his emotions. While he definitely has a lot of emotions, in that he is someone whose emotions are almost violent in their intensity and how much they consume him, he’s not someone who is always easily able to discern what exactly it is he’s feeling or why he's feeling that way. Even when he is able to kind of get a handle on what he’s feeling – ‘I’m feeling sad’ or in a more romantic sense, ‘I’m feeling like I am want to punch that person talking to (person Kyoya has a crush on) – he’s not always able to understand what’s making him feel that way or what he should do about it.
He’s another one, much like Gingka, that I don’t really see as knowing straight away that the feelings he’s having towards the person he’s interested in are actually a crush. While he’s definitely going to be quicker to clue into that fact than Gingka is, it’s still going to take Kyoya a little bit.
Meanwhile, while he’s figuring it out, he’s actually prone to get a little grumpy and grouchy. The only person he’s not completely grouchy towards is the person he’s got the crush on.
It just all sucks, you know? He’s got all these big emotions, he’s thinking about this person so much, he’s going out of his way to make them smile. He’s pulling all his best moves, putting out so much effort, trying to show off for them, constantly checking to see if they’re paying attention to him and saw that cool moment of his. He’s finding himself stopping in the perfume section of a store and just taking whiffs of the sample bottle of the perfume they wear because they’re not there and he misses the way they smell.
It’s just everything that Kyoya does not want to feel. He does not want to be so wrapped up in any one person. He does not have the time for a crush. He just wants all the feelings to go away.
He’s trying his best. He doesn’t want to hurt them. He’s doing little soft things here and there, to show his affection – making sure they eat or getting them meals. He blushes around them. He lectures them if he thinks something they did was dangerous. He listens to them and gives advice, trying to help them by ‘solving’ their problems. He might even offer to solve their problems with brute force…he’s trying, despite fighting these really conflicting, hard feelings for him.
He’ll deny he has a crush so, so, SO hard. If anyone even made a joke about it, he’d react so harshly and so angrily that his crush would definitely feel sad and hurt by his actions. It’s actually quite possibly a very upsetting time between the two of them.
I really don’t see Kyoya as being someone to confess in a traditional sense. He’s very much the ‘going to do something for you that clearly shows a high degree of care for you as a person, that shows that I’ve been paying attention to every tiny thing you’ve told me, and that has so much love put into it while also saying not to read into it, it’s just because you looked so pathetic, you idiot, it’s not that I like you or anything…’ kind of person. Or, if you like tropey names, I do indeed see him as kind of a tsundere. It’s not healthy by any means, and not a great thing in a relationship, but that’s where he’s starting out. He can, and will, improve on handling his attachment towards his partner throughout the span of a relationship but his starting point is always going to be intensely caring about his person but not being able to admit it or being too embarrassed about being able to feel those things.
It’s actually going to work out best if Kyoya’s crush confessed to him, whether directly or indirectly. He can more easily go along with a confession to him than he can confess himself.
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[Thank You For Your Endless Warmth] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation
Ft. Akira and Western wizard cameos
The Flowermist Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Chloe~ - Chapter 1
[Dining Room]
For Chloe's birthday, the Western wizards had organized a grand party with the entire manor in attendance.
Once the festivities ended however, only the Western wizards and I remained in the dining hall.
Chloe: Thank you so much for today!
Chloe: The party was absolutely incredible. I didn’t think you’d go so far for me.
Akira: I’m glad that you liked it.
Shylock: Hehe, it’s only natural we would. Everyone adores you after all—myself included.
Murr: Me too—!
Rustica: My beloved apprentice and dear friend, I hope your days from here on will be filled with the most marvelous of memories.
Chloe: Ehehe, I’m so happy right now I don’t want the day to end.
Rustica: There’s no reason why the festivities can’t continue in your dreams as well. However, before heading off to bed, we do have one final present for you.
Rustica: Master Sage, if you please.
Akira: Got it! Happy birthday once again, Chloe.
Akira: To celebrate, please allow me to take you to the Flowermist Wonderland tomorrow.
Chloe: Wow…! Isn’t that the place Shylock inherited from a friend?
Shylock: Indeed. It’s a rather entertaining locale filled with all sorts of attractions to captivate its guests.
Chloe: I knew it! I’ve heard others talking about it before and thought it sounded amazing. I can’t wait to finally go myself!
The Flowermist Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Chloe~ - Chapter 2
[Chloe’s Room]
The next day. With the Wonderland invitation in hand, I made my way to Chloe’s room.
Akira: Here you go Chloe. It’s the invitation to the Flowermist Wonderland.
Chloe: It has all my favorite things on it! Did you make this yourself, Master Sage?
Akira: Yep! I wanted to make it as personalized as possible.
Akira: All you have to do is sign your name here and cast your spell. Then a door to the park will open. Shall we try it?
Chloe: Alright! First, I'll write my name, then…
Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>
With a slow creaking sound, the doorway to the Wonderland opened before us. A sweet scent wafted out as mist began to obscure the room.
[Flowermist Wonderland - Day]
Chloe: Wow…! Those wooden horses are flying! And over there! Are those swings?
As the scenery came into view, Chloe excitedly took in everything around us. As he moved, the beret on his head wobbled, causing him to gasp with a start.
Chloe: Oh, I have a hat! Actually my entire outfit changed!
Akira: Anyone who comes here gets their clothes magically changed. Those colors are so chic; they look perfect on you!
Chloe: Ehehe, really? This is so cool. A brand new outfit just for me!
Chloe twirled around as if examining the swish of his coat. His joy was infectious, and I could feel myself smiling too.
Akira: Let’s get started then! There’s a lot to see, so I’ll lead the way!
With a spring in our steps, we made our way to a row of little wagons. Running up to one of them, Chloe smiled happily.
Chloe: This is amazing! They’re loaded with buttons and fabrics! I’ve never seen anything like this before…!
Akira: This really is like an arts and crafts paradise.
Akira: It seems like everything here has magical properties too.
Chloe: Oh, you're right! That cat embroidery is moving! Its tail is flicking back and forth like it’s about to pounce on something…
Akira: Maybe it’s trying to get that butterfly button…?
Chloe: I bet! …Oh, whoa!! The butterfly is flying away now! Ahaha!!
Chloe’s violet eyes sparkled as he perused the items lined up in the wagons.
Akira: I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I just knew I had to take you here as soon as I found this place.
Akira: Since we’re celebrating your birthday, please feel free to choose something you like as a gift.
Chloe: Wow, really!? Thank you so much! That’s incredible!
Chloe: Everything here is so unique, I hardly know what to pick.
Chloe: With all the novelties here, I could create designs I’ve never tried before!
As Chloe scanned the items on the wagons, his expression revealed a surprising amount of deliberation.
Everything he made was filled with such love and care. As I watched his face, I felt like I could see that passionate creator in him, and my chest swelled with emotion.
Akira: Take as much time as you need, alright? Aside from this, there are also wagons with hats and gloves in them.
Chloe: Really! Can we see them too?
Akira: Of course we can!
The Flowermist Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Chloe~ - Chapter 3
[Flowermist Wonderland - Night]
As we looked around the wagons, time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
Chloe: That was so~ much fun! I can’t believe those shoes started dancing like that.
Akira: They were so lively too! …Oh, there’s the next wagon.
Chloe: Oh, this one has scarves on it! They’re so colorful and pretty.
Chloe: Ah! This is…
Chloe’s eyes settled upon a single scarf covered with pale flowers amongst the countless others in the cart.
Chloe: Hey, doesn’t this scarf remind you of this place?
Akira: It does! The deep blue fabric kind of reminds me of the stars twinkling in the night sky.
Chloe: Right? Isn’t it gorgeous? I think… this is what I want to take.
Chloe reached for the scarf. However, as his fingertips brushed against the fabric, his hand suddenly froze.
Chloe: …
Akira: Chloe? It’s your birthday, so you can take it if you want…
Chloe: …Ah, sorry! I just had a moment there.
Chloe: On second thought… Maybe I don’t need a present after all.
[Ominous music]
Akira: Huh…?
Chloe: Today has already been so amazing! The memories are all I need!
Despite his words, however, his smile seemed a little off.
Akira: If you don’t want to take anything, that’s fine, but…
Akira: …Is something wrong?
Chloe: N- Nothing at all! Really!
Chloe: …Well, maybe I am a little afraid.
Akira: Of what…?
Chloe: Yesterday, the entire manor celebrated my birthday, and today, you took me to this wonderful place…
Chloe: It’s all been going so well that I can’t help but feel like everything will fall apart at some point, like if I wish for anymore, I’ll definitely be punished for it.
Chloe’s smile trembled as he held his hands close to his heart.
As if he was shielding himself.
Chloe: …What if I suddenly wake up and find myself in the cold?
Chloe: And all of these happy memories, celebrations, and friendships were nothing more than a dream? What if it turns out I’ve actually been alone all this time…
Chloe: …Ahaha… I’m sorry. I must sound crazy to you.
Akira: …Not at all. You don’t have to apologize for anything…
I took Chloe’s hands, and held them as they shook ever so slightly.
Akira: …Are your hands warm now?
Chloe: Huh? I mean, yes, they are…
Akira: Then this is proof it isn’t a dream, right? If it was, you wouldn’t be able to feel this warmth.
Chloe: Ah…
Akira: I’ll hold your hands, Chloe. Just like this.
Akira: I’ll hold them so you can trust that yesterday, and today, and all the love you’ve ever received is real.
Chloe’s eyelashes fluttered. Rather than pulling away, he returned my grip.
Chloe: …That’s right… Thank you, Master Sage.
Using one hand to hold mine, Chloe let go with the other and reached for the wagon.
He then carefully picked up the scarf he had once hesitated to touch.
Akira: …Ah… The flower petals are falling…
Gently landing onto the scarf, light-colored flower petals began to rain from the sky.
Akira: (This is the sign that the guests are fully satisfied…)
Before long, the entire area was enveloped in mist.
♡♥♡
[Chloe’s Room]
Chloe: Ah… We’re back.
There seemed to be a tinge of disappointment in his voice.
However, upon seeing the scarf in his hand, his lips curved into a smile.
Chloe: …Hey, Master Sage. Do you mind spending a little more time with me?
Chloe: I want to create a matching outfit for this scarf, so I wanna hear your ideas!
As Chloe spread out the scarf, there wasn’t a hint of anxiety left in his bright, glittering eyes.
Akira: Of course I can. I’d be happy to help!
An Exciting Series of Events - Card Episode
[Living Room]
Akira: Your birthday sure was extravagant. I was surprised to find the entire manor decorated from top to bottom as soon as I woke up.
Chloe: Me too! Apparently, Murr did that with magic.
Chloe: The whole day was absolutely amazing from the moment I opened my eyes. The first thing that happened was Murr appearing in my room!
Chloe: He yelled, “Wake up! Wake up! You can’t waste even a second ‘cause your birthday party starts right meow!” and whisked me away.
Akira: Ahaha, that sounds exciting.
Chloe: Right!? Oh speaking of, Shylock’s event really got the crowd going too!
Akira: “Chloe’s Best Designs Rankings” right?
Akira: He listed off all of his favorite outfits, but concluded that they were all number one in the end since every outfit was so amazing.
Chloe: He did, didn’t he… Ehehe, that was so nice!
Chloe: Then, after the party ended, Rustica performed a concert for me. It was just the two of us in the courtyard at midnight.
Akira: Wow, that sounds like a wonderful gift! What kind of song did he play?
Chloe: …He said it was a song wishing for my life to be filled with happiness now and into the future.
Chloe: I was so touched by his warmth and kindness. Just hearing it made my heart feel full.
Akira: That sounds just like Rustica.
Chloe: Yep. It really was an unforgettable night.
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“Since it’s a special occasion, I want to have confidence in myself today and carry myself with pride. Everyone’s thinking of me after all, and I can feel their care in every word and gift I receive… Everything just makes me so happy! Thank you so much for the wonderful birthday.”
#mhyk#mhyktl#chloe collins#rustica#shylock bennett#murr hart#mahoyaku#mahoutsukai no yakusoku#the way I posted tica's bday card on my bday and posted this one on olle's bday#happy bday king#I'll draw you a horse eventually
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Part 2 of ranking 2024 WAG jackets
part 1 & part 3 (and VGK whenever that's posted)
6. Nashville Predators - Emma Barrie’s IG story (thank you @thepassionthatunitesusall for telling me where to find them)
It’s hard to tell what they are made out of but I think it’s fake leather which i don’t like
I do like that they are cream, not white, and that they are embroidered not ironed on patches or graphic t-shirt emblazing
I think these might be my favourite patches quality wise
Overall they are really classic and look comfy but aren’t very original so LA beats them
7. New York Rangers - 1. wagsofrangerstown IG, 2. natoriner23 on tiktok
For the first game the WAGs and kids all came in jerseys which is considered a bit of a taboo in the NHL WAG world (idk go watch Lexi’s videos on it) and since they had tons of time to plan this, it felt like a powermove and the full group photos of it are super cute (i love when the babies match)
Also Key’s mom has a jacket and if they have mom/family jackets I will scream, that is so cute
For the jacket itself, this is the only picture of it I’ve seen so idk what the front look like but the back is fine?
I like signatures a lot, they are always cute, but painted, cropped, baggy pleather isn’t interesting and they could have done so much more
8. Washington Capitals - Madison Aube Kubel’s IG
I didn't get great screenshots of this so go to her page if you want to see more
I absolutely hated these when I first saw, thought they were going to be giant pleather monstrosities but then I saw Madison Aube Kubel’s reel of her making her own since she forgot to submit her order on time and they grew on me
They seem like they are made out of a satiny/normal bomber jacket material
This is my favourite of the caps logos and I am glad they used it and the back looks good but I don’t like the giant numbers on the front, you know they are super stiff and you can’t sit down while it is buttoned up without it looking really weird
I don’t love it, I don’t hate it, I just wouldn’t design it
9. Edmonton Oilers - Lauren Kyle’s IG
As previously stated, I don’t like minimalism so they lose a few points, but these really strongly give bad bitch, cool unrealistic tv motorcycle gang
I’m 99% sure they are real leather since they are stiffer and in some close ups you could see skin texture (if it wasn’t obvious I really like real leather)
I like that it is actual stitching, instead of being painted
One personal really big pet peeve is that the c in McDavid should be lowercase
10. Florida Panthers - 1. floridapantherswags IG, found the other on tiktok a few days ago
According to God (Lexi) they have matching pants (seen partially on the right) with the number one of the back pockets, most of the women in the group photo aren’t wearing them so like do they not like their own outfits??
I really like the stitching detail on the back but not having the last name be in that giant open space on their shoulders looks really awkward so they should have put the name there (since they aren’t who they are with since they have numbers) or removed the line of white stitching and made everything else bigger
I also don’t like a baggy jacket if it’s meant to be paired with jeans where the detail is on the butt, like if they were committing to the pants they should have cropped it
I think if they wanted to keep the pants and no last name they should have made vests instead of jackets since the sleeves aren’t doing much
11. Colorado Avalanche -Sussanna Ranta’s IG story
This is the only picture of these that I have seen and they really just look like jackets, nothing special
I tiktok I think I saw something about them having caps that match with the numbers on them but hats are fucking lame
These are just aggressively mid and kind of disappointing
#undescribed#hockey#scp 2024#nashville predators#new york rangers#washington capitals#edmonton oilers#florida panthers#colorado avalanche#nhl#nhl playoffs#stanley cup playoffs
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aaaah!! thank you so much for answering my questions! i come to you with more!! >:D
how did alice come out to andrew and ashley as trans/nonbinary? what is their least favorite school subject? what did andrew and ashley do to celebrate their birthday? how did they react to the cultist neighbor summoning the entity?
and alice looks so cute in their prom outfit!! i wonder if andrew and ashley noticed their scars...
thank you for listening and reading all this ^^; i hope you have a great day! :D
-- coff-in
Hello again! ^-^ Thankyu very much for the questions, and I hope you also have a wonderful day! <3
1) I think they came out to Ashley first, but it wasn’t super serious? Dramatic? They were in the locker room around the middle of junior year and were just like “I think I’m nonbinary.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”
I think with Andrew it was slightly different. After school, Alice tugged on his sleeve (a habit of theirs when they want his attention) and told him then. Andrew and Ashley asked if Alice wanted to change their name, to which they said no. “B/c it’s too much effort, and besides I like my name.”
2) Least favorite school subject would probably have to be P.E. or government/economics. Bro’s the kind of person who can’t do more than 1 push-up to save their life.
3) Alice doesn’t want to burden their siblings, especially Andrew, so they never ask for much. “I’d rather you guys be here with me enjoying yourselves than go through the trouble of getting me a present.” Ashley will pester them regardless until she gets “an actual answer” out of them. “Fine fine, if there were any material gift I’d want, it’d be a music cd or some art supplies. … Or that choker necklace I was eyeing at the mall the other day.” From that point she’d convince Andrew (not that he needed much convincing) to go get at least one of those items. Alice def grabbed all those gifted cds before they escaped the apartment.
I also like to think the trio would go to the store to get some cheap boxed cake mix + frosting, and make a cake at home.
4) Their goth ass was fascinated. Scared, but extremely curious. Alice def poked the cultist’s soulless husk like “lol is u dead?” They noticed the husk still breathing, but they brushed it off thinking they were just imagining it. They grabbed the demon book before leaving as well.
Alice was more down for cannibalism than either of their siblings anticipated. “What? Don’t act like you haven’t at least thought about what humans taste like. You think we could get at the bone marrow? I heard human flesh smells like chicken when you cook it. Or was it pork? I don’t remember.” Ashley’s glad Alice is on board, while Andrew becomes more and more concerned every day :)
Bonus lore under the cut! Pun unintended. Under the cut since it is a sensitive subject.
Andrew and Ashley are aware of Alice’s unhealthy coping mechanism, but they feel lost and frustrated because they don’t really know what to do about it. They don’t want to yell at Alice, Renee already does that those few times she sees the scars. And they can’t keep Alice away from sharps, since when Alice loses access to one thing they just… get creative, to say the least.
Luckily, Alice doesn’t feel the need to relapse unless they’re having a really bad breakdown/meltdown, or having a super bad depressive episode. And these sorts of events are pretty spaced out.
I will note, the scars in the prom dress drawing were due to a certain incident involving a really bad breakup.
I’m highly tempted to draw some Alice ✨angst✨
#thankyu again for the ask!#fox answers mail#fox does art#tcoaal#the coffin of andy and leyley#coffincest#gravecest#ashley graves#andrew graves#alice graves#tw sh
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