#personal chattery

[jennhoney]

Me: is it puppy bowl?

AuntMurble; yeah, well, a warm up.

Me: haha. It’s Super Bowl day huh? I had no idea.

AuntMurble: I won’t tell anyone!

Me: tell EVERYONE! Tell everyone I’m a slut that doesn’t know when sports happen because I’m too busy being a slut.

[ganymedesclock]

So that #Syrin the Dread Blade tag, thats a new one. Seems like a interesting character, a sentient sword, how did Tyler happen upon them? What does the sword look like, and does it have any special magical abilities? How do they like the other members of the party? Do they actually speak or do they have a telepathic voice?

Technically it's just a tagging misconception; I haven't tagged Syrin reliably before because his nature as a sword does mean he's kind of attached to Taylor. But he is his own dude!

A short primer: magic items in this setting tend towards a level of awareness. Magic is essentially what souls are made of, ergo, if you stuff enough magic in anything, it starts to have a soul, and behaves accordingly. Entities as fully developed and chatty as Syrin are rare; far more common is that magic items tend to feel just a little bit haunted, inclined towards some things and away from others. It's a bit creepy if you're not used to it; enchantments are commonplace and widely accessible, so that 'not being used to it' is more a statement on if the individual is used to handling a particular thing.

Syrin himself is the ostensible opus of the previous Lord of Darkness, a Dark Sword that was meant to contest and cancel out the legendary sword of light wielded by the hero. Ostensibly, because for unknown reasons Syrin was left in storage the eve of the fateful battle. Being groomed exclusively for this purpose by someone he regarded as a father and then abandoned for ten years definitely wasn't traumatic or terrifying for someone with the cognitive level of a child, we promise. Especially since Syrin needs to eat.

Syrin's construction, and what leads Taylor to point out he's a bit like a 'needle', is a crystal-bladed thrusting sword with a hollow core. Despite its delicate looks, the blade is actually both quite sharp and highly durable; the thin tube at the center being essentially his mouth, by which he is supposed to drink blood. His victims', if he can get it, or, failing that, magically drawn from his host. As a result his blade itself ranges from grayish translucence to dark red if he's gorged to fullness.

From there, he has the power to generate and shape a kind of magical flesh, allowing him to weave more elaborate forms around his core body, the sword.

As you can guess, this gives Syrin a somewhat unpleasant and brutish first impression on people, as he has no verbal filters, was raised by a would-be conqueror of the world, and is dependent on blood and thus interested in more fights than not. I've described him before as like a preteen on xbox live who talks up a nasty game mostly out of loneliness and a need to be liked, where you can tell the kid themselves is not as bad as the people who taught them all those words and that they were "funny".

Deep down (and not all that deep, like I said, no filters), Syrin is a vulnerable child who was groomed to do violence and got no experience with it until strangers came to loot the dangerous ruins he was held in, at which point he did what you'd expect a strong but sheltered child to do faced with a home intruder, and killed/devoured that individual in a panic. His first kill being no glorious conflict or victory approved by his father, but essentially a desperate scramble in the dark with himself on the edge of fatal starvation messed him up even more than ten years of silence.

Enter Taylor and party, who happen to pass through those same environments. Syrin makes an attempt to body-snatch Taylor that fails due to the latter's particular properties, and Taylor, being both a good-hearted person and a stubborn busybody, feels obligated to bring this chatterbox with them and attempt to bully him into developing some sense of tact while Syrin attempts to Corrupt His New Wielder To Violence.

This doesn't work because Syrin has no real ideas how to go about corrupting someone besides loudly telling them to stab things more, while Taylor is an apprentice surgeon and mortician who is a lot more desensitized to bodies and their workings such that if they have a weapon, they'll at least consider it as a solution to most problems. So the punchline is that Syrin is more often thrown/flabbergasted by Taylor than vice versa, while the latter just sees him as a sort of annoying kid who's easily talked into almost anything as long as you compliment him first.

[capricioussun]

Does Void prefer coffee or tea

*He just keeps going…

[littleaipom]

i should write a fic! i should design an oc! i should edit a video! i should sculpt! i should paint! i should make a poem! write a song! i should code a game! do a comic! i should!

[taffetizer]

so like i know nobody could tell or anything from the state of my blog recently but i have to look at images of reigen arataka from mob psycho 100 every day or else i'll die. really unfortunate stuff

[dallydaydream]

Me, expressing my anxiety about talking too much: --and it's not as if anyone's ever told me that I talk too much--

My partner, remembering talking about this before: Well, except that one teacher in primary school

Me: [has to take a second to realise I've internalised this anxiety so much that I straight up repressed where it came from]

[notanactressyayy]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭. | natasha romanoff

. ݁₊ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 . Natasha and you were the only 'constant' in each other's lives. poor you, to think you could get over her so easily.

. ݁₊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 . smut! i am not responsible for your content consumption! — making out, g!p Natasha, guided masturbation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (p in v), choking, swearing, homesickness, fluff, reconciliation.

. ݁₊ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 . english isn't my first language (🇧🇷) so i apologize for any spelling errors. been in love w Nat for a damn long time — i've been away for a while, but turns out i can't really live without her. i miss my red so much :(

Natasha Romanoff rarely had the chance to see the same face twice. She saw a lot of people throughout her life — as a spy, as a superhero, or simply as Natasha. The thing is: it was unlike she would return to a place she’s been before. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be on the run. Thus, she traveled around the whole world, and saw thousands, millions of different faces. Destiny made sure not to let her cross paths with the same individual again. It wasn’t only the diversity of people that she witnessed, though. This woman saw the world. She knew life’s ups and downs, and at some point in her life, she just got used to the idea that it would forever be like this: boring. Boring experiences, boring women, boring men, boring relationships. Nothing was ever exciting, thrilling. It felt like she was advanced in time, and the rest of the world wasn’t following her. This wasn’t a complete lie, she got her maturity at a very young age, which made her pay the price now, in adulthood. 

For a spy, the most important thing is to learn not to be caught off guard. But it seemed like life was never on Natasha’s side. And this time — it felt good. Oh, it felt so good. 

At first, she didn’t want to get high hopes. It would be just another temporary friendship to help her pass time, nothing more. However, you managed to surprise the red haired Avenger in the best way possible. When she decided to spare a little time of her life and get to know you more, it was really mind-blowing the side of herself she discovered. She never thought she could actually be.. giddy. Like a silly, hopeless romantic girl. That is what she became whenever it was time to see you. She got excited. Actually excited. She couldn’t see through you, read your emotions or body language, like she did with other people; It was a natural thing, sometimes she didn’t even mean to do that. But you, something within you, kept her at bay. Like you effortlessly turned Natasha into a normal woman. Somebody who could love. Somebody that wasn’t raised and enhanced to be a killer. Not that you went through anything like she did, but you weren’t naive. You showed her that people didn’t necessarily have to be traumatized to be aware of things, of reality, of the surroundings. And for her, you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world. Inside and out. She adored you. 

Opening up was never easy. Revealing the broken parts of herself wasn’t like having a simple chat. But patience is a virtue and thankfully, you followed that say just fine. Little by little, the secrets came out. Most of the parts you already knew — it’s not like she wasn’t a worldwide known superhero. What you mostly had to acknowledge were her feelings, the point of view of the little girl who was experiencing it all, and becoming a strong woman, with built up walls around her heart. Doing that was no problem. Natasha couldn’t be more thankful. 

She couldn’t be more infatuated. More in love.

She’d always remember that one day: in the bar with her team, and you — chattery, music, tons of drinks and laughter. Stolen glances. Stomach butterflies, wild. The moment Clint pulled Laura a little closer to himself, and Tony kissed Pepper’s cheek. How she used that as an excuse to pull you into her lap. Your breath getting labored. Eyelashes gently fluttering, to the point she could count them. Your gentle yet tight grip on her shoulders. Your goddamn eyes staring right into hers. And the part where everything would change: her own bodily reactions to all those little details about you. When you restlessly shifted on her lap, quietly gasping when something poked you through your dress. Eyes going wide at the bulge showing on her black jeans. 

From that point on, you belonged to her.

Or so, she thought.

The sex was great, but she was in conflict — she couldn't tell if the only reason for it to be that enjoyable was because you were both tipsy, almost drunk, or if it was really meant to be that way. It felt right, yes, to have you in her arms like this — naked, piles of discarded clothes laying by her bed.. the sound of your quiet snoring as you cuddled into her. It was also a relief to her. To have someone care for her, desire her, after so long, after forever. The night had been amazing. She was a mature woman anyway, wasn't she? She could sort her feelings out without messing up everything.

Wrong. By the morning, everything would change.

You stared at her as she got up and got dressed again, eyes still a little blurry from sleep, eyebrows ceasing into a small confused frown. "You're not staying?" you'd ask, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, bringing up the sheets to cover your unclothed body. "Ugh, my head hurts like hell,"

"Got things to do." she simply answered, cradling the side of your face and kissing your forehead. You could swear the look on her face was.. apologetic. She tilted her head towards the nightstand, where some aspirin and water waited for you. "Take these. I'll text you later."

"Okay.." you mumble, disoriented. As she leaves, you reach out, shoving the aspirin in your mouth and downing the pills with water. Was there something you were missing? Because all you could remember was how good her hands felt on you, the way they wrapped around you neck while she—

You shook your head, lying down again, and closing her eyes. All the fun and pleasure you had been given from the previous night was slowly vanishing and being replaced by a feeling of uncertainty and confusion. Natasha was an enigmatic person, okay, but you thought you knew her better. She had no reason to leave you just like that, especially when she had already vented about all her past experiences, flaws and failures. Nah, it was probably nothing, you were overthinking. Perhaps she indeed had something important to take care of. You closed your eyes as fatigue took over, and slept for a little bit more.

Natasha went back to her apartment — one of her apartments, and for the whole day, her thoughts ran like crazy. Her emotions were all over the place. She had just fucked her best friend, the one person she felt comfortable and at ease with. She considered her feelings carefully; this.. dinamic, between you two, had not been platonic for a considerable amount of time. But not being platonic doens't necessarily means being romantic. It could either be love, or lust. What happened the day before was carnal, once the two of you were way too much in a drunken haze to actually feel anything.

And, like always, Natasha didn't want to think about falling in love. She felt scared just by thinking about this. It was a new territory, one she wasn't willing to deep dive in. So she took her phone and deeply sighed, opening her chat with you.

"Yesterday was fun. But I need some time. I don't think this can work. Hope you're doing okay. xx"

That text just completely shattered you.

You had no idea what you did wrong. It was not like Natasha was pushing you away forever — but while being with her, the only thought running through your mind was: I wanna be with her. I wanna explore this with her. And Natasha didn't give a single sign that she thought the opposite. You felt... disappointed. With yourself and her. For hoping.

Yeah, getting involved with an ex kgb Avenger killer spy probably wasn't the best idea.

You wouldn't simply forget everything you shared together, so the easiest way here not to create a big tension was.. being fake. The two of you weren't stupid, you were aware of the unspoken feelings going on. But what happened that night should not happen again. So your friendship was what prevailed. A friendship like the start. But obviously, with a few changes. Natasha and you didn't lose touch — on the contrary, you were closer than ever. You spoke and flirted (a lot), but with one small rule, a rule that you subconsciously added to this.. situationship. No feelings involved. It would be singularly that. Friends, some casual hookups, and nothing else.

It didn't last, because that's not what you both wished, longed for.

Little by little, this turned boring again. Not that you were the boring one and she just didn't realize this before. Far from that. The thing was: Natasha and you were supressing your feelings, consequently, supressing all the thrill, the delicious tension that hanged in the air whenever she, once again, crossed paths with you. The russian wanted nothing more than just grab you and kiss you hard, pour all the emotions that she kept bottled up throughout her life into the kiss. But unfortunately, she couldn't. She had a duty to fullfil, as someone born, destined to save the world.

And with all of this, you and her settled a distance. You with your previous and trivial life, and her, saving little girls from bad guys, and bringing down cats from tall trees. It was truly shocking: one day, you lived for Natasha Romanoff. She was your everything and everything you'd ever want. In a blink of an eye, it ended. You followed your paths, like two completely different people, with different purposes.

Right person, wrong time.

Fool her, to think she could get over you that easily. Poor you, to try and put that inside of your head as well.

Sometimes, when normally doing daily tasks, you would catch yourself thinking about her — when you were going to watch TV and put your legs on the coffee table, instead of simply sitting. It was an habit of hers. Or when eating something with peanut butter. It was her favourite late night snack. When it rained. She liked to watch the rain. With somebody else's hands on you. It wasn't right. It was never right to have somebody else touch you. You were constantly thinking about your life before things with her changed — the memories brought comfort, a sense of nostalgia.. at some point, you weren't living in the present anymore. Just faking. Faking your feelings. Pretending it was okay to let her go.

This woman ruined you for everything and everyone else.

Natasha could relate to that. In a life that could be resumed in one word: a 'whirlwind' of a life, and you were her only 'constant' among all of this... she couldn't bear this anymore.

So she made an important decision.

The decision was today.

Today: she'd take you out again, praying that, if not reconciliation, she wanted at least to say everything she had to say. Because if life taught her one thing, was to make choices that she wouldn't regret in the future. And it was damn right she would regret choosing not to meet you tonight.

Sitting in the stool of the bar, in a more secluded corned, her eyes followed your figure as you approached — purse hanging on your shoulder, dress exposing your back and a little bit of your waist, eyes so awfully soft and gentle as you looked at her. It wasn't fair. A pang of guilt hit her hard. Oh, she regretted letting that go. She wanted you to be mad at her. But you were not. She shakily rises to her feet to kiss your cheek as you stand in front of her, thankfully not stumbling. Your eyes lock again, already in a trance. Just like that other day.

"How are you doing?" you ask. Natasha could cry. She missed that voice everyday. "Did I take too long? I'm sorry."

"No, no. Don't worry." she swallows hard. You both sit on the stools by the countertop. When the bartender comes, the redhead dismisses him. She wanted the two of you sober for this. "I'm... so much better now that you're here, honestly. How about you?"

"Amazing." you chuckle, tilting your head to the side and watching her. She didn't change a bit. Hair braided, black jeans, leather jacket. That was your Natasha. "I didn't expect you calling me here, to be honest..—"

"Me neither." she admits, in a whisper. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, eyes involuntarily starting at your mouth. She sighs and looks into your eyes. "But I had to... I can't get you off my mind."

Her sincerity never fails to amaze you. With each second that passes, the butterflies in your tummy return, to remind you of the past — feelings and sensations resurfacing. You bite on your bottom lip and look around the bar, quickly scanning to see if there was anybody paying attention to the two of you. Maybe a few eyes here and there, which didn't linger. Everyone else was too busy minding their own business — and it's not like you'd care if someone was staring anyway. Natasha turned some heads. You felt greedy for that. You were the one having her. The only one having her.

"You live in my head rent free, Natasha." you tell her, voice having a sultry edge to it. You slowly stand, walking closer.

You take her hands and open her arms — making it possible for you to straddle her thigh. She tenses almost immediately. Her head tilts up to stare into your eyes, arms circling your waist to keep you close, where she wanted. You shake your head when you see a small frown between her eyebrows — lips pressing against that small spot, coaxing a little exhale of hers. She missed you. Everyday. Every minute. She wanted that respect and care all the time.

"What are we even doing here?" she whispers, so quietly you almost can't hear it. Her hands cup your waist and gently roam up and down your sides, palms brushing against your bare skin every now and then, all thanks to the waist slits of your dress. Your face leans closer to hers, noses bumping — the smallest of touches, making you both crave what you once had. "Why didn't I just invite you to my place right away?"

"I don't know. Why didn't you?" you raise one eyebrow, fingertips caressing her jawline. Her hands give your waist a squeeze — and you almost moan. She swore she could hear it. It replayed in her head, the beautiful sounds you made for her. She wanted to hear them again. She was going to make you sound like that again.

It wasn't just a physical thing — your body and mind craved her touch, her presence, so much that just the mere thought of being on her bed again got you soaked. She felt something wet through the rough fabric of her jeans, and that got her brain spinning. She fell for you hard. So painfully hard.

"Let's get out of here," she groans, hands firmly grabbing your thighs and lifting you up — wrapping your legs around her waist and carrying you out the pavement. Her hardness pressed right against your core — you blushed, hiding your face on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her neck.

In a heartbeat, you were back at your house.

Your place, because it was the fastest way, when taking the cab. No words were exchanged, not yet. The aching, burning need had to be taken care of first — before properly talking. Your back hits the wall hard as Natasha pushes you against it — her body trapping you between herself and the hard surface — hands hardly, possessively holding you by the hips. Desperately, even. Making sure you wouldn't slip away from her grasp. Her lips dance with yours, tentatively, yet naturally, tongues tasting one another after what felt like centuries. She felt so good, tasted so good.

"Nat..—" you moan against her lips, having her bottom lip trapped between your teeth, then releasing it. Your forehead against hers, eyes soft and filled with desire. Your hands hold her cheeks, traveling to her jaw. Needily, you press kisses to the side of her throat, breathing shaky, heart hardly thrumming. "I never stopped thinking about you..."

"Yeah?" she hums, grabbing the hem of your dress and lifting it up, bunching the fabric by your hips. Her fingers hook around the elastic of your panties and pull them down, pooling around your feet — making you gasp, and pull away from her neck. Eyes wide open. The air hits your heat, making you needier for her.

You almost mewl.

"God, I need you." Natasha utters. She grabs you again and smashes her lips against yours once more, now with so much more passion, more need, more anxiety. Her bulge presses against your now unclothed wetness, coaxing a tiny cry of need out of you. You breathlessly pull away from her, reaching down and fumbling with the buttons of her jeans — until she stops you.

"No—"

"Quiet." she shushes, maneuvering you back, until your body hits the mattress. She climbs onto the bed and stays in a kneeling position, hungrily taking you in. Messy, needy, all for her. Sober, like she wanted planned from the first time. "That dress goes off."

Her voice is commanding, yet not harsh — and her eyes betray her a little. Her eyes are almost pleading, that it is clear how much she needs this. To have you all to herself, to show you how much she wants that. Her underwear becomes even more tight as she sees your trembling fingers, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it aside, lips parted. Just by her look, you can tell she wants the bra off, too. So you reach behind your back and grants her silent wish, breasts now exposed to her sight.

"There you are..." she moans to herself, shamelessly taking in the sight of you. You're a work of art. With her hand, she coaxes your knees open, and parts your legs. "My... you're so wet. So perfectly wet."

"You're still with a lot on.." you quietly complain, feeling hot and shy at the same time. But her gaze is enough to wipe away the confusion from your eyes. She had a plan.

"Touch yourself for me." she breathes out.

Your eyes briefly widen with the unexpectedness of this statement. You had certainly done this before — touched yourself thinking of her — but the idea of showing this, while she watched, never crossed your mind. But it wasn't an unpleasant idea. It was actually... hot. Sensual. They darken, pupils blown wide as you make yourself comfortable against the pillows, eyelids fluttering as your legs spread a little more, palm resting on your stomach, then moving down. Deliberately, it reaches your sex, a shakily sigh leaving your lips when your middle and ring finger collect some of the slick coat covering your sensitiveness, using it to slowly rub your clitoris, getting you to gasp louder.

"Natasha..." you whisper, eyes falling close, thoughts wandering.

Wandering back to the start — when you first discovered your feelings for her, then the climax, when you both got in bed due the alcohol — then the aftermath, when you needed her so much, felt so alone at night, that your fingers were the only solution. Little wet sounds echo within the room as you rub circles on yourself, applying just the right amount of pressure, that it doesn't take long for the pit in your stomach to manifest itself.

"Faster." Natasha rasps out, taking her jacket and quickly throwing it away. She pulls her tank top over her head, then undo the buttons of her jeans — leaving the bed, just so she can get rid of all the uncomfortable fabric, and climbing it again. She crawls closer to you — eyeing you as you worked on your pussy, her hands caressing your thighs, adding to the stimulation.

"Please...!" you whimper, doing as you're told — rubbing yourself faster — slipping one of your fingers inside your entrance, almost cumming, that quickly. "Please, I need you..!"

"I need you too," she moans to herself, and harshly grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away. You moan loudly in protest — Natasha wouldn't tease you. Not today, when you both needed each other so much. She discards her undergarments, finally — groaning as she's set free. Your eyes lock on her hard length, which was practically hitting her abs now.

"Put it inside me." you beg, grabbing her shoulders to pull her closer. She hovers over you, bracing herself on her forearms, on each side of your body. Your fingernails gently graze her back. Natasha was feeling so much, so much more than she ever felt. Your eyes were sparkling so much, like you were crying — shimmering with the depth of your adoration for her. You grab her cheeks and press your lips to hers, in a gentle peck. Knowing her past, she didn't have to explain her reasons for what had happened. She was scared before, and you respected. "Go on. Love me."

She couldn't wait no longer. She lowers her forehead to your shoulder and places her hands on your hips — her chest against yours, as she lined herself with your hole, effortlessly pushing inside. Stretching you out, like she once did. Having the chance to hear that delicious sounds again.

"You're mine... shit," she groans, rolling into you gently, getting you used to the feeling first. You're so tight, so perfect around her. Natasha's overwhelmed. Her hands press against the base of your throat, squeezing firmly, yet leaving enough room for air. She's so hot. "That pussy is mine. You're mine. You're all mine—"

"Yes," you moan, wrapping your legs around her middle. You wouldn't take long to come tonight. Maybe she'd make you come over and over. She rocks into you, pace not too slow, not too fast. Just right. The right tempo to bring you both the pleasure and connection you so much needed. "Mhm.. fuck, Nat, missed your cock,"

"You're gonna take it over and over—" she comments — kissing your shoulder, roaming her hands up your body, her right palm cupping your breast and giving it a firm squeeze. Your head lolls back, mouth opening to allow a satisfied moan out. "I'm never fucking letting you go again,"

She accelerates, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back into you again — feeling her climax approach. She moves her mouth close to your ear and moans — her own sounds now mixing with yours.

"Natasha...! Fuck, you feel soo good," you gasp, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you get closer. She takes the hint immediately, cupping the back of your knee and pushing it up, allowing her a better angle. "Ah, gimme more,"

"My greedy girl," she groans, her head tilting back. Her cock twitches inside of you — precum already painting you white. She glanced down at where your folds swallowed her, eyes darkening impossibly more. "You're so goddamn tight... 'm not gonna last, moya krasivaya malysha,"

"Okay.. 'ts okay... Cum with me..." you beg her, tangling your fingers into her red strands of hair, pulling her down more, so her forehead rests against yours — the eye contact increasing the intimacy of the moment. She didn't know what to expect now. Didn't know what to think. Only that she had to fill you up.

"C'mon.. nhg, darling.. c'mon.. cum around me," she encourages, feeling her own legs shake as her orgasm washed over her.

She grabbed your hips hard and slammed into you — once, twice, three times, filling you up with her hot release. You squeezed your eyes shut as your body shuddered forwards, breasts pressing against her own as a long, strangled moan flowed out of you, nails digging into her back, pressing her body against yours as you finished. Your walls clenched around her cock, swallowing her more, not allowing her to pull away just that. "God.. I love you!"

Natasha blinks, not sure if she heard right. Her heart squeezes in her chest, arms wrapping around your body. Her back hits the bed and she flips you on top of her, still inside of you — but now, her member softened. The adrenaline was running wild, but you had calmed down a little bit. Just a little. Because this time, it wasn't pure sex. It was lovemaking.

Your face is buried in her chest as she brings up the covers, creating a cocoon of warmth around you. She buries her face into your hair and inhales deeply, staying silent. Just to process things.

"I love you, too. So so much." she murmurs into you hair. She felt terrified to say this. But once you're someone who she already showed her scars to, it's not that bad anymore.

"You do?" you ask expectantly, feeling tired, drowsy. Natasha smiles at that. She feels her eyes burning with heavy emotion. She nods.

"Yes... I love you so much." she confirms, softly stroking her hair, brushing some strands away from your sweaty forehead. "And I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?"

"You're asking me to be your girlfriend after the sex?" you chuckle quietly, but happiness was evident in your voice. Now you could sleep at peace. The first night of rest you'd have in a long time. In the arms of the woman you cherished, worshipped.

Natasha had won now. She was so fucking relieved. All because of a phrase.

"Of course I will, you idiot."

"I'm never, ever, ever letting you go again." the room is messy, smell of sex lingering around you. But now things were sorted out. By the morning, you could have a more direct, serious conversation. For now, you'd rest together, wrapped up in each other's arms, like it was always meant to be.

[meowww-ffxiv]

Correction, there's a Hyur twink in there. The guy who gave you that quest.

But I'm just thinking about how between this and the quests you did for MIN/BOT Wachumeqimeqi... Many Shetona chose to stay on their now much changed, much ruined homeland rather than flee to the city. They eked out a pretty harsh existence here as "reforgers" and scavengers.

Queen Sphene WAS acknowledged by them to have been kind to them, but again. Who landed the entire 12th Calamity on this region, lol.

,,,These scavengers are all Shetona...... Ough augh ugh.

[himezoro]

roronoa zoro's guide to relationship

before anything : tysm for your support on my first post!! i'm working on a long piece to celebrate starring the loml here. feel free to request anything your heart desires, i'll be happy to oblige ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

here's a headcanon of what a relationship with roronoa zoro would include in my opinion.

warning: gn reader, use of "you" and "them", sfw, but sexual intercourses implied! i'll write a dedicated nsfw one if you want to ;)

wc : 1,070k+.

being in a relationship with roronoa zoro would include :

being used as a body pillow. zoro is a heavy sleeper, and his s/o would be the best body pillow ever. he won't admit it, but he feels pretty sad when he's on watch duty and can't sleep alongside their s/o in their shared bed. if his s/o complains about being too hot, he would much prefer pouring an ice cold buck of water upon them rather than moving his body a little. his giant body won't move.

being teased about your habits. zoro is observant and likes a good laugh. so, he would pick on all the small (cute) things his s/o does that feel funny to him. you're sleeping with a stuffed bear ? he would tease you by arranging it in the most deranged scenes ever. you're hugging any of your newest purchase after buying them ? he would tease you by mimicking you with his bottle of sake. be prepared to be constantly teased on.

however, this man won't let anyone make fun of you, and would always defend your honor (even if that third party would make fun of the same things he teases you about). he would yell at luffy and usopp so bad if they dared pulling the smallest of prank on you (remember that scene where he makes luffy drink a whole glass of water at the baratie ? yeah he'll make him drink the whole ocean this time lol)

having his hand on the small of your back while you walk. when a crewmate mentions it to him, he just huffs and acts like "it's nothing". actually, he didn't even notice it himself, but the way his hand falls on your back so naturally is beyond any scientific reasonings. this gesture alone speaks volumes about his love and affection.

making you talk about the smallest of things. roronoa zoro is not the most chattery in the whole crew, but he lives for listening to the voice of their s/o. he would ask you to read a passage of the book you're reading, talk about what you liked and disliked for hours, the latest gossip on the Sunny, anything would make him happy. his head would naturally fall on your lap as he daydreams while rocking on the sound of your honey-like voice. (he would love hearing your voice in bed)

being trusted, valued and respected. zoro would give his all to his s/o. this man is so focused on his dream and his loyalty to luffy would mean so much, that choosing commitment means he would respect and value his s/o for their personality, experiences and ethics. the second he decided it was the right decision, after a lot of introspection, his heart would be left into your hands for you to do as please. he's also really careful as to not push your boundaries, and always asks for consent for anything. anyone with eyes can see how much he adores you and values your existence.

being constantly protected. even though he respects your abilities, he cannot help but keeping an eye on you anywhere, at any times, even when you're not around. he's on high alert, constantly on watch. during combat, he would go rampage if someone dared to touch you, and i'm not talking about being hurt. if that were the case, zoro would not even be able to look at you (in scared of being too "softened") before destroying the enemy with pure sadism.

being kissed all the time when you're alone. this boy hates PDAs, which could be one of the reasons why his has his hand on your back so no one can really see lol. that does not mean he won't look at you with love and adoration in public, offering you a quick and genuine smile or wink when your eyes lock. but when alone, zoro reveals himself as a passionate lover. he would kiss you endlessly until your breath runs out, and would kiss you again when he's given the "go". his kisses would be long, and he would trap you in his huge arms the whole time, running his hands through your waist, hips, legs and ass. he won't say it, but he loves it when you cup his face during the kiss or run your fingers through his green hair. bonus if you grip on his shoulders during intimate moments, where he would kiss you harder and a tad rougher. with him drinking a lot, be prepared for some amusing kissing sessions where he could kiss you with his mouth full of sake (unless you're not drinking, which he would totally respect!!)

him showing off to sanji just to fuck with him. hell, he would lick your whole face in front of the chef if that could set him on fire. that would make him laugh his ass off.

having heated arguments. zoro is stubborn and can be impulsive. if he's in a cranky mood, he may raise his voice at his s/o for nothing important, but he would be feeling so sorry after that. he would shyly apologize in what feels like a whisper, but he would give you some space for a little time before doing so.

being told "i love you" when he thinks you're sleeping. zoro is not chatty, and again, you know he loves you, and he knows he does. anyone with eyes can see that. but sometimes, when the rythme of this life gets too crazy, or when he feels the need for you to hear these magic words and for him to vocalize his feelings, he would say "i love you" in the most intimate way possible, in the crook of your neck when you're sleeping, before pressing a kiss to your temple. little did he know, you heard it every single time. he would also say it during really intimate and slow make out sessions and intercourses. however, he would often thinks "i love them", at the most random times when he's looking at his s/o : seeing them eat ? shower ? dance ? reading ? he's loving them all the time. 24/7. (he just needs the courage to say it each time he thinks it, but then he would look like sanji and he can't have that)

being his. zoro won’t admit it but he loves knowing you’re his, and having the others know it as well. he is so proud of you, and proud to have such an amazing partner. and he would have no shame in saying he’s yours.

don't start me but zoro would be the type of guy to say "i'm not taking a shower unless it's with you" lol.

[mochinomnoms]

Hi! I saw your hanahaki flower event and got interested by it. I was wondering if you can do prompt #18 with azul and a gender neutral reader please?

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, slight angst, miscommunication [wc} – 4,442 prompt 18: “Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.” note - ending is a bit weak cause it got a bit long. anyways i love my octomer still firmly believe azul deserves to get bitches and eat good food a floral inconvenience

Lavender: while best known for its herbal properties, lavender can also symbolize devotion to a person. You should give lavender to a person you see as pure and virtuous. 

You stared at the array of purple colored drinks, sweets, and other treats laid out on the table in front of you. 

To your left, several plates of candied lavender, a slice of honey lavender cake, and a grape lavender sorbet begged for your attention. On your right, an iced lavender vanilla latte, lavender lemonade, and a lavender spritzer looked ideal to quench your thirst. In the middle, directly in front of you, was the latest dish you were asked to taste test. 

A beautiful Swiss chard, candied beet and goat cheese salad tossed in a honey-lavender dressing made your mouth water as the Mostro Lounge manager himself sat at his desk, watching you on the two-seater couch.  

“Well? Go on. I made them all myself.” Azul gestured to the salad with a smug smirk, clearly pleased at your excitement. “Time is of the essence, the spring menu is due to release next week.”

 “Oh! Yeah, right.” 

You picked up a fork and pierced a beet and chard, generously covered in the dressing and goat cheese. Bringing the food up to your mouth, Azul raised his brows tentatively, watching as you opened wide, and just before you took a bite—

“Are you sure Jade didn’t put anything in this—”

“I promise, I made this all myself.”

“Okay.” You opened your mouth and raised your fork again…before bringing it down again. 

“You sure—”

“Positive! Just. Eat. It.” Azul sighed exasperatedly. “I beg—and I don’t beg.”

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay.” You giggled, finally taking a bite of the salad. 

A burst of sweet, woodsy and fresh flavor covered your tongue. Pleasant, succulent, and slightly sticky, you hummed in delight at the taste of the salad and dressing. You smiled at Azul, who rested his chin on his clasped hands. You couldn’t see his mouth from behind his hands, but you think he was smiling back at you. 

“Azul! This tastes wonderful! Even better than the candies and tarts, oh my gosh!” You gushed as you took another bite of the salad, oblivious to the soft, periwinkle blush on the octomer’s cheeks. 

“Try it with the lemonade, it pairs well.”

Nodding your head, you reached over to take a sip of the drink, a sprig of lavender embellishing the top. Humming again from the pleasant tang of the lemon and sweetness of the flower, you beamed at Azul. 

“You’re so right! And with all the lavender as garnishes, it’s definitely screaming springtime!” 

Whipping out your phone, you started to text, talking as you did. “It’s definitely gonna be a hit on Magicam, I bet I can get Cater to come and—”

“No! Uh,” Azul raised his voice, startling you, before clearing his throat and continuing, “you need to try the rest first!”

“Oh, for sure, but Cater can probably give you free advertising or something—”

In a small panic, seeing the chattery ginger’s profile and your thumb hovering over the DM button, Azul quickly rushed to you. He reached over to swipe the phone out of your hands while simultaneously shoving a spoonful of the grape lavender sorbet. 

“Nonsense! I can handle my own advertising!” Azul chuckled nervously, “Now tell me, how does that one taste? Refreshing, yes?”

You choked on cold sweetness, a brief knock at the door drawing both of your attention as the door opened before you could respond. 

Jade entered the Azul’s office, pausing at the scene before him. Azul hovering, practically on top, of you with a silver spoon shoved into your mouth. Jade blinked once before giving you both a small smile, tilting his head. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to intrude on such a scene, I’ll come back later—”

“Don’t imply anything, Jade!” Azul briskly added some distance between you two, smoothing his ruffled suit. 

You on the other hand, spoon now hanging freely from your mouth, gave Jade a wave and gave him a muffled, “Hi Jade, the sorbets good.”

Jade chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Is it? How wonderful, Azul’s been working particularly hard to make sure everything was to your liking—”

Azul cleared his throat, giving Jade a less than amused glare.

“What is it, Jade?” He sighed, adjusting his glasses. “You know I was to not be interrupted for the next hour.”

Jade bowed his head, still smiling as he apologized. 

“Pardon my interruption, but it has actually been an hour and a half, and your next appointment is here.” 

“What?” Azul looked at the wall clock with a confused expression, groaning as he saw the minute mark was indeed showing it was half past 3. 

“Let my appointment know that I will be with them shortly, my dear?” Azul gave you an apologetic smile, bringing out a handkerchief from his vest and offering it to you. 

“Here, I’m sorry to cut our time so abruptly. You still owe me your commentary on the free dishes, so make sure to leave your Saturday afternoon open.”

Rolling your eyes, you wiped your lips as you snarkily replied, “I owe you? Didn’t you ask me for my input on the dishes?” 

“The free dishes, yes. Does 5 pm sound good?”

You hummed in affirmation, handing back the lilac fabric which Azul accepted. A sound of surprise left you as Azul dabbed the corner of your mouth, where a bit of the sorbet still remained. 

The octomer wasn’t known for casual touches, rather he seemed adverse to them. It surprised you how easily those brush of hands and bodies leaning closer to each other came despite this. You suppose it just came naturally after months of study ‘dates’, shared lounge shifts, and late night talks.  

Avoiding eye contact, Azul tenderly grabbed your hand and placed the handkerchief back in your hand. His hands clasped around your own, making your fingers grasp the fabric before pushing it to your chest. 

“Keep it for now, it’s dirty anyways.” Azul muttered, snatching his hands back as if you’d burned him. “You can return it cleaned this weekend.” 

Nodding your head, you chose to ignore the sudden shift in mood, though it hurt your chest. Instead, you gave Azul a warm smile as he turned his back to you as he cleaned.

“Mkay…I’ll see you later, Azul. Byeee~” You wagged your fingers to the still turned Azul, though you could see the tips of his ears turn light purple. Your eyes stayed on his form until Jade closed the door, in which you followed the teal-haired man out of the VIP halls to the rest of the lounge. 

Following Jade through the corridors, you mused out loud, “I wonder if he knows…”

“Knows what, Prefect?”

You jumped slightly, startled as you remembered that you weren’t alone.’

“Fuck! I forgot you were here, you’re so quiet Jade, what the hell?”

Jade chuckled, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to walk side by side. “I apologize, but I was simply asking for clarification, who knows what?”

It took you a moment to process that you’d been speaking out loud, exclaiming, “Oh! Sorry I was just wondering if Azul knew that lavender’s my favorite flower. Yaknow, cause of all the lavender flavored stuff…”

You shrugged, aware of the mischievous glimmer in the golden eye studying your form. 

“Probably not though, it’s a popular spring flavor. Not gonna complain about a coincidence though!” 

Jade hummed, “Yes, a very pleasant coincidence.”

The rest of the walk was pleasant and relatively quiet as you filled the silence by humming a tune Azul had taught you for musicology. You arrived shortly to the lounge, waving at Floyd through the kitchen door window. Floyd waved enthusiastically back, ladle in hand. 

Before you could walk off to the exit, Jade grabbed your shoulder, leaning down to ask, “Prefect, would you like to meet me in the library? My shift will end soon, and I’ll be studying for a botany exam. I’d enjoy the company.”

You shrugged and nodded. “Sure, Cater’s gonna meet me and drop off Grim there in a bit anyways.”

“Wonderful, I’ll see you shortly!” Jade waved you off, turning back to the host stand as you left the lounge to the Octavinelle entrance. 

A pass through the mirror and a short walk, you soon found yourself at the entrance to the library. There you saw the familiar head of ginger cradling a sleeping Grim in his arms!

“Cater!” you whisper shouted, grinning and waving your hand excitedly. 

“Hey babes!” Cater greeted you, giving you a soft smile and wink. “How’d the date go? Gimme all the deets!”

You scoffed, scratching between Grim’s ears as the little familiar sleepily mumbled, “Wasn’t a date, I was taste testing for Azul.”

“Uh-huh, just a private taste-testing between you and the Octavinelle housewarden?” Cater cooed, handing you Grim. “Then why’d you have me take Grimmy and get him all stuffed and tuckered out at the unbirthday party, hmm?” 

“He said he made it specifically for me to taste! Grim would’ve eaten it all otherwise…” you pouted, squinting at Cater as he shrugged and gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Whatever you say babe, but like, Azul is super infamously known to never give out gifts without expecting something in return.”

“He is getting something!” You huffed as the two of you entered into the library, following your upperclassman as he plucked books for your alchemy class and he for potion making. 

“He’s getting my valuable input before announcing his spring menu!”

Cater gave you another wink before drawling, “Sureeeee, whatevs you say babe! Just don't be surprised by the wedding bells in the near future, I better be the man of honor!”

You two bickered for a bit longer, you more so than Cater, who was content teasing you. Once you both had grabbed the materials needed for class, you searched for a table to get settled before Grim eventually woke back up and begged to get dinner. 

 A familiar shade of teal caught your eye as you remembered Jade’s invitation to study. 

“Ah! I forgot I was gonna meet Jade and study with him!” You waved at Cater, who followed suite, walking over to the eelmer. “Text me later, I’ll try and see if I can’t convince Azul to let you get exclusive pics of the spring menu!”

“Kayyyy, I’m sure you’ll convince your little boyfriend easily enough with a few smooches.” Adding insult to injury, Cater blew you a kiss. “Just pucker them up and boys will melt like putty, trust me I know!”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored your friend’s giggles in favor of greeting Jade with a quiet hello. 

“Hey Jade, how’s the studying going?”

Yellow and olive eyes met your own as Jade smiled back, nodding his head politely. “Well. I finished my own work a while ago, so I’ve been browsing some journals on magical flora and diseases.”

Jade gestured to the array of books on the table. Sure enough, the books were labeled as magical pharmaceuticals and botany. You settled Grim on one of the spare chairs and placed your own books on a spare spot on the table. As Jade read a page on the medical benefits of a tentacle looking mushroom, you peered curiously at the other books. 

You read the page of one of the books Jade had out, labeled ‘hanahaki’. 

“What’s this?”

“Hmm? Oh.” Jade gave you a soft smile, though his eyes glimmered with mischief. 

“That. I was simply researching it as a favor for a friend.”

“A favor? From you? Riiight.”

Jade pouted, giving you a sad look. “Why do you doubt my kind-hearted nature?” He continued giving you faux sniffles and wiping the corner of his eyes. When you first started hanging around him and his brother, it took you a while to figure out that Jade liked to tease your soft-hearted nature. He said it was to toughen you up for life in the cold, merciless waters under the sea that you’d eventually call home.

Whatever that means.  

“Am I not allowed to simply do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You stuck your tongue out before replying, “Are you doing this out of the ‘kindness’ of your heart, or cause you want something out of it?”

“Hmm, both?”

Jade winked as you stifled a giggle. 

“Sure, both are good…who’s it for anyways?”

Jade held a finger up to his mouth. A secret that he was not privy to share. Despite you leaning in with an expectant look, Jade remained silent, giving you a closed eye smile. Shrugging you looked at the page the book was open to. 

“Flower sickness?”

“Yes, a gift from the Flower Bride, it causes the afflicted’s romantic feelings to physically manifest into their beloved’s favorite flora. Typically through flu-like symptoms.”

You winced as you reached up to rub your throat. “Like, coughing up roses? Sounds like a pain.”

“It can be, most find it inconvenient, as it tends to trouble those that repress their feelings. Especially those that would rather deny or remain oblivious to them.”

“Is it normal here?” 

Jade pursed his lips, looking as if he was in deep thought before responding, “Only for the emotionally unavailable sort.”

Snapping a finger at him you cheekily replied, “So it is then?”

The two of you shared a laugh before resuming your browsing, Jade now leaning over to read the article with you, thumbing the pages as you read out loud.

“Most recognized symptoms include coughing petals, flowers, and even bouquets in the occurrence of strong feelings. However, sneezing the previously mentioned symptoms is also common.”

“Ah, here.” Jade slid his finger along the paragraph below. “More severe cases can include the patient sprouting flora from their pores, ears, and hair follicles. How interesting.”

You clicked your tongue. “Sounds annoying, ooh wait! ‘Common Flora’!”

Listing off the flowers from the second page, you were blissfully unaware of the entertained expression on the twin’s face. 

“Let’s see, roses, makes sense. Orchids, gardenias, oh! Even lavenderrrrrrr…“

 I was just wondering if Azul knew that lavender’s my favorite flower.

Azul is super infamously known to never give out gifts without expecting something in return.

I made them all myself.

You drew out the last syllable, eyes hyper focused on the word printed before you as you processed your thoughts like a factory conveyor belt. Slowly turning your head to stare at the teal-haired man next to you, Jade simply kept his small, polite smile as he stared right back. 

“...Jade?” You tilted your head. 

“Prefect?” Jade did the same. 

“Where’s Azul been getting all the lavender?”

“Oh, well,” Jade paused, sifting through the book in favor of letting you stew in suspense. “A few weeks ago he started keeping large bouquets of them all over his room and office, though the latter were used for the dishes he made you.”

“You mean the ones for the new menu?” Maybe you were misinterpreting the whole thing. Yeah, no Azul wouldn’t waste a bunch of lounge supplies on you. Lavender is a popular spring flavor, and your a good friend that’s willing to give him the time of day to test his dishes out. Of course, you’re just being silly—

“New menu? You must be mistaken, we aren’t releasing a new menu anytime soon.” Jade rested his head on his palm, now giving you a rare grin. 

“He was quite stressed making the dishes to your liking, seeing as it’s quite a common octomer courting tact—oh!”

Jade covered his mouth in shock, feigning embarrassment as he continued, “I’m afraid I’ve said too much, you’ll keep that last bit between us, won’t you?” 

“…You’re an ass, you know that?”

“I’m aware, what are you going to do about it? I just ask that you’re gentle with me.”

Everyone within a 1-mile radius could hear your exhausted sigh of annoyance.

The soft glow of the aquarium walls under the bookshelves brought about an ethereal glow to the VIP Room. A soft, soothing blue glow that did very little to actually sooth your nerves. It paired well with the lavender colored walls. 

Speaking of lavender, a warm teapot of lavender Earl Grey was settled on the coffee table, along with containers of sugar and milk. To the right was a plate of iced lavender cookies, small purple buds garnishing the tops of the cookies. 

“Cookies, huh? I thought you were more of a cooker than baker, Azul?” 

Azul, who was writing down your feedback from the baked brie with lavender honey that you’d just had, hummed in response. 

“Yes my dear, I had Trey working for me after the last Camp Vargas, though he was kind enough to leave me a few handwritten recipes in exchange for ending his week-long employment with me early.” Azul explained, looking rather satisfied with himself. 

“I experimented with one of the recipes and was able to come up with the cookies before you.” His eyes met yours as he smirked and smugly asked, “They’re to your liking, yes? I made them with your sweet tooth in mind.”

There it was, Azul made these for you. Azul Ashengrotto, who didn’t give so easily without a cost, made them specifically for you in mind, though it seemed that that same train of thought didn’t process in his head. Based on his self-satisfied smirk, and the notes he was taking, Azul was happy that the apparent courting ritual was going well. 

“Yeah! I like them a lot, they go well with the tea. Um—” You paused, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before continuing with the plan you and Cater came up. 

“Did you make the tea blend for me too? It tastes wonderful, I’d expect nothing less!”

Azul brightened, delighted at your attention and praise, and began to “subtly” brag, “Yes! Normally Jade makes the tea blends for the Lounge, but I personally selected this specific variety to pair well with the lavender.”

A fondness grew in your heart as you listened, not really processing though, to Azul describe the subtle differences between his tea blend and traditional ones.

“This specific blend would be most reminiscent of Early Grey Crème, which isn’t as widely known, but I thought would be better for you as it’s smoother.”

“Really?” You gasped, feigning innocence as you asked, “And you made it all yourself? You’re amazing, Azul!”

With a closed-eye smirk, Azul adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Yes, well with all my family’s experience in the food industry, it’s to be expected. But do continue to sing praises my dear, it’s much appreciated.”

You giggled, tilting your head as Azul resumed his note taking, it was no doubt he was recording your reactions and storing them for future use. The real question was whether to figure out the best way to bribe you with the promise of your favorite foods, or to ensure that his future beloved would have their own beloved treats when with him.

“It’s appreciate that you made this all for me in mind…which makes me think…Azul?”

“Yes?’

Azul was now focused on writing rather than on you. Taking another deep breath, you continued. 

“Your cooking for me reminds me of a common saying back home…that a way to one’s heart is through their stomach.”

Azul froze, the soft scratching of his fishbone pen suddenly silenced, from the corner of your eye, you could see Azul’s eyes widen and face go blank. 

“Is that something said here too?”

“It’s not a completely foreign phrase to me, so I’d say so.”

You hummed, plucking one of the iced cookies from the tray, sauntering over to the silver-haired man. Azul looked up at you, leaned back into his plush chair, lacing his fingers together as he waited for you to continue. 

“I bet, with your mother owning a restaurant and everything…though it has me thinking…”

Azul raised a brow as you nibbled on the cookie, while you allowed him to stew in suspense for a few seconds.

“You’ve never actually cooked at the lounge, have you? Sure you’ve tested out some recipes, making sure they come out to your satisfaction…but it’s always someone else doing the cooking for the customers.”

Taking a seat on the edge of the desk, glowing baby blue eyes met your own, making you wonder if his name was a deliberate choice or a coincidence.

“Yes…” Azul answered slowly, hesitantly really, as he tried to figure out your angle. “I’m a very busy person, and I haven’t got all day-”

“And yet, you cooked for me.”

Azul shut his mouth at that, normally plush lips thinning as his fair cheeks softly turned periwinkle. 

“Not only that, but you cooked for me using my favorite flower…tell me, my dear,” He audibly choked at the nickname, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists. “Just how did you know I love lavender?”

You leaned down, Azul’s eyes widening as the distance between you two becoming smaller. Sudden close contact grew a burning embarrassment in Azul, who leaned further into his chair until he no longer could. There was a visible panic in his eyes, which made you feel a bit bad for putting him in such a situation. 

Azul cleared his throat, composing himself and saving face as he looked at you with a stony expression. “I��have my sources.”

That wasn’t good, you didn’t need the octomer shutting you out to avoid even the slightest humiliation at the hands of a crush. 

“Sources? Like what? Sam? The botanical gardens?” You looked off to the side, noticing a vase with a few stems of lavender. “Like hanahaki?”

A screech accompanied Azul as he abruptly stood, pushing back the chair and stared at you with a frigid glare, lips thin and soft eyes now hardened. 

“I don’t appreciate this joke of yours. If you want to our time together making fun of me, I suggest we end it here.” 

Panic turned your blood ice cold as you tripped over your feet, now chasing Azul as he went for the door. 

“W-what? No, that’s not what—”

“I think it’s best you leave now,” Azul dodged your attempts to grab him, refusing to make eye contact. “I’ll show you out.”

“Please, Azul, I wasn’t making fun!” A ball was forming in your throat, making your voice tremble and breath stutter. 

As he turned the doorknob, door just cracking open, Azul turned to look at you only to falter as his face fell at the sight of the tears falling from your face. 

“A-are you crying?!” He shut the door close as he rushed over, hovering his hands over your frame. “Why are you crying—”

“Cause I thought you liked me! Jade said—well he didn’t actually say, he heavily implied—that you had hanahakiiii…” You drawled out the last bit of your sentence as Azul’s face turned purple, looking horrified as you finished your sentence. 

Azul stuttered out, “H-he implied w-what!? Damn that eel—ACK!” before heaving and gasping for breath. As he suddenly collapsed on his knees, you following suit in worry, Azul began making a choking sound. 

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could see the clumps of wet buds fall out of his mouth, covered in inky spit, eventually an entire bunch of lavender heaving out of him as well. 

“Auughhh…that—” Azul coughed again, looking up at you with a combination of ink and spit dripping from his mouth. “—was unbecoming of me, I’m sorry…wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

Reaching for your pocket, you took Azul’s handkerchief and gently grabbed his chin to look at you. Azul visibly relaxed as your wiped the mess from his lips, fingers moving to comb through his hair. Sighing as he slowly looped an arm around your waist, Azul ,.....

“I should’ve made Jade sign another NDA when I saw him snooping through my bedroom, should’ve known.” 

You let out a breathless chuckle, leaning into his grasp. “Yeah, probably. If it helps I shouldn’t have listened to Cater’s dating advice.”

“You what?!” Azul exclaimed, looking at you dubiously, “You asked Cater for advice?”

“He seemed like he knew what he was talking about!” You defended yourself, pouting. “He noticed that you were cooking for me, when you never do for anyone else.”

He sighed, rolling his head back to look up at the ceiling instead of your face. 

“As you said—which I’m assuming was one of the things Jade told you—preparing and providing food to our mates is a courting ritual for Cecaelians. I follow the same routine as my mother: create and test recipes, then pass along the instructions to my subordinates and ensure it’s top quality.” 

Azul continued, holding your hand as he stood, guiding you up with him. “We octofolk were shunned out of merfolk society for a longtime, even with the legends of the Sea Witch’s benevolence.”

Reaching for one of the cookies still on the table, Azul brought it up to your mouth, tapping it to your lips. 

“It shows that no matter our status, we can provide for the one we’ve devoted ourselves to.”

Bringing a thumb to your mouth, Azul softly pulled your lips apart to feed you. A fond, but embarrassed warmth flushed over you, a matching red blush on your cheeks to Azul’s periwinkle one. 

“That’s…sweet.” You smiled, taking the cookie from Azul’s hand, much to his surprise. “And really corny, especially for you.”

Azul clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes as you took a bite of the cookie. 

“I’m attempting to be genuine, and you’re calling me corny? How insulting!” Azul huffed, though he gave you a faint smile. “I hope you’re going to apologize.”

“Aww, poor Azul. Of course I can give you an apology, if you’ll accept it.”

He gave you a raised brow, confused but still smiling. “Of course, why wouldn’t I—”

A yelp escaped Azul’s lips as you pressed your own lips against his, smiling as you did. Azul sighed into your mouth, tasting the lavender and vanilla on your tongue while you smiled against his lips. His hands cradled your own, keeping you in place as Azul returned the affection with chaste kisses pressed all over your face, neck, and hands

“Wait—ah! Hehe~” You laughed as Azul’s kisses tickled you, weakly pushing him away as he moved to kiss the tops of your hands. “That tickles, stop!”

“Heh, come on now my dear.” Azul cooed, pulling you back in to wrap an arm around your waist, grabbing the cookie from your hands to feed it to you, which you accepted. 

“Let me keep all your affection to me, and mine to you. I am quite a greedy lover, you know?” 

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — 11. a late welcome party

(wc: 1.535)

despite the many unfamiliar faces surrounding the table you were sat at, it was surprisingly loud and chattery. with jaemin sat beside you, you eyed your apartment-mates with a shy, yet also intrigued look while you waited for everyone to settle. “is everyone here?” jaemin asked after the chatter had died down and all eyes landed on him. with the confirmation of everyone’s presence, jaemin stood up and clasped his hands together with a wide smile plastered on his face.

“for those of you who haven’t formally met (—) over here” jaemin’s arm had reached down to pat your shoulder as he spoke. “please greet her nicely. she is so amazing, one of my best friends and i hope all of you can treat her well! and also.. what else.. yeah i think that’s it, just introduce yourself one more time please.” jaemin blabbered on, taking a seat again after he finished introducing you.

it was quite embarrassing, as the rest of the restaurant was eyeing your table with curiosity or a hidden annoyance at the unnecessarily loud way jaemin was talking in. you shied away and looked at your lap in embarrassment.

jaemin was unapologetically embarrassing, but you can’t say that you didn’t love him for it.

“order whatever your guys want, me and doyoung are paying!” jaemin announced before he walked off, leaving the guy you assumed was doyoung with a perplexed expression, standing up to follow jaemin. “huh? what are you talking about! you said it was just you who was going to pay!” were the last words you heard before both disappeared into the distance.

a few seconds of silence had passed and you wondered if you should’ve been the one to break it. luckily for you, the girl on the far left beat you to it. “hello (—), it’s nice to finally meet you face to face.” she started. “i’m haewon.” she added after a few more seconds and her smile was kind as she sent you a small wave from across the table. a wave you reciprocated quickly.

your eyes had slowly drifted to the person who sat beside her, occupied with adjusting his jacket behind his chair and fishing out his phone. “have i.. met you before?” were the first words you muttered that night, unintentionally catching the attention of the rest of the table. the question was left unanswered for a moment until the boy had looked up from his phone. “me?” he pointed towards himself in question, confusion painted on his face.

you weren’t expecting him to hear you, eyes widening for a second before you hesitantly nodded. you watched as his own eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he slightly titled his head in the process. “have we?” he asked you back. you hummed, attempting to remember why his face seemed so familiar.

“didn’t you give me free cookies on my first day here?”

“oh.” he deadpanned, eyebrows relaxing as the realisation hit him too. “yeah.. i guess.” he scratched the back of his neck, almost unsure of his own answer. “yeah, you were the one who gave me those cookies, the boyscout cookies boy or something, right?”

“well.. not exactly..” he started before shaking his head. “sure.” he responded back instead, sending you a tight-lipped smile. it probably wasn’t a genuine smile, but you didn’t want to look to deep into it.

“and i’m isa, remember?” the girl that sat next to him interrupted. she had a warm smile present on her face, sending you an excited wave. you couldn’t help but return it, remembering how you had previously run into her.

by the time jaemin and doyoung had returned, everyone had managed to introduce themselves and chatter started once again. turning your head to your left, you noticed jaemin’s spaced out look, wondering what was on his mind. “what’s up?” you voiced. jaemin snapped out of his thoughts, turning to look back at you.

“well, uh.. i invited haechan and he said he would come.. did he come yet?” jaemin admitted with a hesitant smile. hesitant for a reason as he watched your expression drop immediately. “you what?” you asked, almost sure you misheard him. “why would you do that? he didn’t even want to come anyways!” you complained, almost grabbing jaemin by the collar for inviting the one person whom you’ve seemed to have nothing but bad experiences with.

“i didn’t want to leave him out okay! i thought that maybe you guys just started on bad terms and a little gathering with everyone could change that..” jaemin reasoned, backing away from you and your evident frustration. “he can’t be that bad, (—).”

“yeah, i can’t be that bad.” the both of you heard from behind, and you jolted in your seat, swiftly turning to look back and seeing haechan stood a meter away. speaking of the devil himself.

“fucking hell.” you groaned, turning to look back at jaemin who apologetically smiled at you. he mouthed a small apology that went unnoticed as you instead watched haechan sit in the only seat left on the table that coincidentally was right across from you, a grin on his face that you could only describe as devious.

he cant be that bad, you repeated in your head while locking eyes with haechan who took of his coat and leaned back into the chair. you were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt once more, maybe you did indeed start off bad and could fix whatever issues you two had at this dinner.

except that didn’t happen, and he was indeed as bad as you knew him as. in fact, he was probably much more annoying now that you were sat near him for up to 50 minutes. with continues back talking, small comments here and there, or him just straight up ignoring your attempts at talking to him, you came to the conclusion that he genuinely was just an asshole, and the wall between your rooms wasn’t the issue.

fuck an apology, jaemin would have to physically kiss your feet for the next few days for this stunt he pulled.

you were glad at his lack of talking as you all were nearing the end of your meals. it gave you time to truly appreciate the welcoming atmosphere the rest had brought as they shared stories about the apartment and told you more about themselves. haechan was much more interested in his phone, and you thanked the heavens for it as you relaxed, a smile growing on your face.

“can you engage in the conversation and put your phone away haechan?” perhaps jaemin was the devil instead with the way he managed to keep ruining this dinner.

the table turned silent, and haechan looked up from his phone, almost wondering if jaemin was talking about a different haechan. he wasn’t. haechan sighed before reluctantly putting his phone in his pocket, and crossing his arms. you wondered why he listened so easily to jaemin, taking note of how it didn’t take him much convincing.

“soooo… what is it like living next to haechan, (—)?” it seemed like kissing your feet wouldn’t be enough for jaemin to redeem himself. no, he’d have to make a public apology every single day at this point.

the table grew painfully silent and you groaned before you reluctantly answered. you were sure no one else was going to say anything, except for maybe jaemin. but you’re sure that whatever will come out of his mouth will do nothing but make this dinner worse.

“well, you know, it’s definitely an experience.” you answered shortly, refusing to look haechan’s way. the scoff was undoubtedly his though, and you could only imagine the expression of disbelief present on his face as you still refused to look at him. though, you did turn your head at the sound of a chair scraping the ground, and the figure across you standing up.

haechan took ahold of his coat and had put it on in a matter of seconds. “i think i’ve stayed here enough, i’m full. thank you for paying for my food jaemin, i’ll be going now.” he announced and shoved the chair back in, eyes locking with you one more time. you could’ve sworn that he raised his eyebrow at you, almost challenging you, but he was already gone by the time you had registered it.

everyone seemed to have simultaneously turned to jaemin, possibly all questioning the same thing. “i’m sorry, i just didn’t wanna leave him out. he’s normally nice, i swear! i didn’t think he was going to be difficult today..” jaemin apologised to you specifically, but you barely heard him.

you were tired, and you blamed haechan for it, regardless of whether it was his fault of not. he was undoubtedly a jerk, and you felt silly for giving him the benefit of the doubt once again. god was truly testing you by making him your neighbour.

“i’m gonna go too.” were the last words you said that night. you needed a distraction and on the way back home, you texted the only person you knew could help you with that.

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notes ; sorry guys i had to lock in for a few days cos of college but we are BACK. not cool haechan 😑

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[jennhoney]

Me, walking down the stairs: Fafner says I’m watching too many compost videos and we need to go outside and touch grass and look at squirrels.

Murble; wow! That’s for free! You don’t even have to pay a streaming service for those videos.

[yeeterthek33per]

Puddin' and Pie (Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n requested, hope y'all enjoy 😊

Training was running as usual. Well, at least from your perspective anyway. The team had completed their drills and were in their final stage scrimmages.

It was you, your sister Mackenzie, Steph, Sam, Charlie, Katrina, and Viney vs. Caitlin, Alanna, Lydia, Clare Hunt, Kyra, Alex, and Emily.

Your team is winning 4-1 in a 5 goal target. it was a best of 3 matches, with your team leading by 1 game.

Sam had already headed in two of your mini crosses, with Viney and you scoring one goal each.

Unfortunately, that meant the other team was out for blood, particularly the ever competitive Caitlin Foord and Alanna Kennedy.

You loved playing against them. They were both incredibly physical and honestly went a little rougher on you, being a part of their friend group.

It made it that much better when you scored on them.

Resetting for a throw-in, Katrina tosses you the ball and Caitlin suddenly steals it out from under you, nearly clipping you along the way.

You chase her down quickly, hand gripping her shirt just enough to pivot around her and take a swipe at the ball. You aren't quick enough, and Caitlin switches over to her other boot but ends up tangled with you, and you both hit the ground.

You raise a brow at the striker, a cheeky smirk making its way onto your lips when she shoves you off and pushes herself up again.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this, geez, people are gonna think you like me or something."

It's a joking jab at the striker, and she rolls her eyes and pulls you up. "Idiot." You brush against her as you walk past to reset the play, and it leaves goosebumps on her arm.

What you don't see is the look Mackenzie shares with Alanna. The I-told-you-so is very prominent in the opposing centre-back's eyes.

With that, Caitlin chips the ball to Alex and she takes off with it only to meet your sisters gloves again, and she backs up with a groan.

Mackenzie sends the ball back in to you and when Caitlin tries to fake you out and take the ball, you slip the ball between her legs and take off with it instead, sending a beautiful cross right to Sam's leaping header, beating out Lydia and a goal-line effort from Clare.

As you and Sam chest bump with a small cheer, the other team groans, and Lans hits the ground with a dramatic sigh of defeat.

A clap from Tony off to the side calls for the end of the scrimmages.

"Well done, you lot, excellent footwork from both teams. Defending is excellent as usual and Y/n, beautiful crosses to connect with Sam. Caitlin, good runs, Macca, excellent work." He signals you all free to go back to the change rooms, and the lot of you make your way back off the pitch.

Mackenzie slips up beside you, arm around your shoulders as you walk and you give her shove with a disgusted look on your face.

"Ew, don't touch me with those sweaty hands, missy."

She simply laughs at you, and you give her one more shove before jogging over to get a drink and head inside.

The lockerroom is chattery with the crowd of exhausted but lively women, and you find yourself smacking a few butts to encourage people to move so you can get to your locker.

Yours is between Steph and Caitlin's lockers, and as you approach, you find both sitting there, on their phones, though Caitlin looks up at your presence.

You give her a small smile, and she gives you a cheeky wink.

You grab your stuff and head for the showers.

After showers, you head back to your locker, grab your stuff and head back to the bus following behind Alanna, and tuck yourself in beside the defender, your sister already having taken your usual spot next to Caitlin.

She pokes her tongue out at you when you spot them and roll your eyes at her antics. Caitlin just chuckles and eyes you up subtly as you take a seat. Mackenzie nudges her a little.

She turns back to the keeper, having not realised she'd zoned out watching you, not unbeknownst to the person beside her.

"You listening, Foordy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listenin'."

"Sure Foordy, anyways, we're looking at.."

Caitlin let's Mackenzie continue talking about this one tiktok she saw when someone walked past them and had seen some really weird-ass thing.

To her credit, she does try to sit and listen to her best friend, but ends up failing while she watches you animatedly chat with Lans.

Her eyes fall to the hair curling lightly at the back of your neck from the small amounts of humidity, just the tips of the long undercut you had.

They move over your face, your eyes shining every two seconds in the light when you turn in her direction to point something out as the bus drives past it.

The way your eyes crinkle with laughter at something Alanna says, the way your lips are curled up into a wide smile when you joke about not touching men with a 10-foot pole in the previous 6 years.

"Oi, Cait!"

There's a snapping in front of her face, and Caitlin jumps slightly.

"What is goin' on with you today? You're not listening again, jeez, and I thought my hearing was shit."

Caitlin's face goes red at that, and she pokes at the brunette.

"Sorry, I know, I'm sorry, just zoned out more than usual today, that's all."

"You and your bloody zone. You can't get out of it."

Caitlin laughs at that, "Yeah, whatever, I know, I'm sorry, jeez, continue."

The bus ride back is pretty smooth after that.

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The moment you're tucked into bed for an early night in your hotel room, there's a soft knock at the door, and you groan out.

You get up and check the peephole, and when you realise it's Caitlin, you let her in.

"Hi."

You grin.

"Hi."

She grins back

Her hands quickly pull you to her, pressing against you, a small giggle escaping your lips.

Your hands hold the back of her neck and shoulder as she kisses you. Her lips move slowly against yours, taking your bottom lip and tugging gently at it.

You let out a soft sigh as she squeezes your hips, and you push her gently to sit on the bed, straddling her.

You pull away for air and lean your forehead against hers with a small hum.

"You know you're gonna get us caught one day? You keep showing up at my door like that. My own sister doesn't visit this much." You say with a raised brow jokingly.

Caitlin just chuckles and moves you both, so she's lying down on the bed with you on top. You quickly find her mouth again, her tongue lazily dragging across your bottom lip.

You shiver as her hands slip up under your shirt.

But then there's another knock at the door and you jump up from her lap. You yell out.

"Who is it?"

"Who the fuck you think? Open up bitch."

You roll your eyes and gesture for Caitlin to do something other than stare at your ass while you open the door. She gives you a you-were-saying look and pulls out her phone.

You pull open the door for your sister and Alanna to walk in.

"You kiss mum with that potty mouth?"

"You kiss Nan with yours? Bitch, yours is so much worse than mine."

You poke your tongue out at her and smack at her.

"Bite me."

"Nah, I'll let Caitlin do that."

Your face goes red as both her head and yours whip up to face your sister, caught off guard.

"What are you on about?"

Alanna smacks Mackenzie, rolling her eyes.

"You were supposed to be subtle about it Macca, fucking useless."

She turns to you both, a gentler look crossing her face.

"Look, we know you two like each other, so I think it's best for everyone involved if you just went out already."

Caitlin is the first one to speak up.

"First of all, Lans, I'm 28, not 13, we don't just 'go out', second of all, what makes you think that's even remotely true?"

"Well, aside from the fact that you waited 'til your second point to ask me that, and also because you guys are constantly giving each other eyes, it's kind of gross and sad."

You roll your eyes at her and point at Mackenzie.

"I assume you think so, too? What's your take? Since you know, we're all barging into my room to question my love life and all."

"Look. I'm just saying, all evidence points to unrequited 'fuck me' eyes and both of you are being weird so just like, fucking ask her out already, plus Y/n, I know you were basically in love with her back in 2016."

You and Caitlin are silent for a minute. Should you tell them? Of course, you could always fuck with them first.

Caitlin seems to get the same twinkle in her eye.

They both have smug looks on their faces. It's almost too easy, really.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong you both? Honestly, you need to fucking stay out of my love life, I don't like her like that, and never fucking will."

You pretend to get a hurt look in your eyes as Caitlin storms out. You use all of your pent-up childhood abilities and force tears as she leaves.

"You fucking idiots! Why would you do that?"

Mackenzie has the decency to look guilty, a look of surprise crossing her face. Had she been wrong? Caitlin had practically been fucking you with her eyes on the bus, and during training, and during like every day previously, though.

Alanna had a confused look on her face. She could have sworn it was the two of you she'd spotted out together at that bakery, sharing a small pie. Maybe it wasn't?

"Dude, look, I'm sorry, I thought-"

You interrupt her, pretend anger shining through.

"Look, Mac, I'm so fucking pissed with you, both of you, legit, just fucking get out, stay out of my love life and don't fucking talk to me."

You kick them both out, slamming the door.

They both sigh, before walking down the corridoor, exchanging guilty looks and swearing they'd have to apologise to you both later, not knowing how they'd fix this fuck up.

However, they both perk up suddenly, hearing a pair of footsteps jogging behind them. They turn to see you and Caitlin giving them the finger, Caitlins hand resting on your ass as you kiss her cheek.

"Wait a fucking minute!"

You both laugh as you dive into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you before either of the sprinting pair can burst in on you.

"You fucking cheeky shits, open this door right now! You pair were already dating, weren't you? Shoulda fucken known."

You cackle on the bed as Mackenzie starts banging on your door, and Caitlin is on the ground laughing. Alanna just stands there with her hands on her hips next to the door.

Disbelief but also amusement crossing her features.

"Alright, Macca, C'mon, leave 'em be, you can grill them later."

Mackenzie pouts at the defender.

"But-"

Alanna immediately silences her.

"No buts, come on!"

She sulkily follows the girl back to her room.

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"God, I fucking love you, you're amazing."

You grin ear to ear at that. "Helps when we share the same thoughts, doesn't it?"

Caitlin is quick to jump you again, and you let out a hearty laugh when she's back on top of you immediately.

"Something like that, now shush and kiss me."

You don't need to be told twice.

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"So like, obviously, they're already together, but where does the timeline start?"

Alanna is standing next to her wall of pictures, pointing at each one and dictating the time and date they were taken, like a conspiracy theorist.

Each one contains varying messages on instagram posts and pictures taken of you and Caitlin.

Mackenzie sits quizzingly on the bed, chin in her hand as she looks over the wall, listening to Alanna.

"Honestly, i think it started way before where you've got."

"But how? I've got literally every possible timeline mapped out."

"Remember that day back in 2021 in Tokyo? In the hotel, we left them alone for about two hours to go get breakfast, and we came back, and they were acting really weird, like weirder than usual. And then the next day, Y/n had a hickey just under her collar at breakfast?"

Alanna's mouth drops open.

"Oh my god. It all makes sense now."

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Should I make a prequel/flashback? 🤔

Idk. y'all decide 😊😉

[kazelvr]

☆ CUDDLES WITH PROSEKA BOYS

- hi pjsk tumblr !! it’s been.. a while…. i was a old pjsk writer in november 2022 -> february 2023, my user was kazelvr and my name is MEI !!!!! i deleted my account though.. um if we were mutuals pls lmk !!1!1!1

- gender neutral reader , if you’re that person with the emu otori avatar who voted me out on total roblox drama i just want you to know i will find you. i’m lurking and i’m stalking.

pancake lover 5000

cuddles with akito are warm, but they’re still nice. not that you mind, considering he’s your boyfriend and all. his 50 layers of so called ‘drip’ may have you overheating, but you’re not really complaining, especially when he’s not letting you escape from his arms anytime soon. maybe dying of a heat stroke while cuddling him is the best way to go. besides, there’s no place you rather be.

cuddles with akito are frequent. maybe a bit too frequent. even after a long day of practicing or after a bad day, nothing is more comforting than being held in his arms. even when you’re sick, this boy finds every excuse possible to hold you. and as much as he’d rather die than to say it out loud, it’s obvious he loves cuddling with you.

cuddles with akito are always inescapable. his grip on you is always so strong, like he never wants to let go. he holds you close and tight and will not loosen his embrace no matter how much you squirm or how loudly you protest. even if you shift a little bit, he pulls you even closer to him. he’s practically crushing you with his grip. once you’re in his arms, there’s literally no escape.

he’s literally my son

i’m gonna be a star - nayeon

cuddles with tsukasa are chattery. he rambles to you about his day while he holds you, but somehow he manages to keep his volume low so it doesn’t bother you that much. but, if you wanted peace, he’ll shut up right away, and only focus on holding you.

cuddles with tsukasa are unexpectedly relaxing. when he does stop talking, he can be surprisingly tender. hell often rub your back in circular motions while resting his head on top of yours. you can feel his chin digging in your head though.

cuddles with tsukasa are playful. when you both can’t sleep, he tickles you most of the time. this can possibly lead to many situations such as ‘accidentally’ kicking him off the bed.

funny thing is i saw twice in new jersey so this reminded me of him lmao(i almost died trying to leave the concert.)

coffee’s biggest fan

cuddles with toya are comforting. most of the time, when you’re fast asleep, he will trace shapes on your back. his hand softly strokes your hair while the other rests on your waist. he holds you like his life depended on it.

cuddles with toya are quiet. not even a word comes out of him. but of course if you talked, he’ll respond. unless if he’s really tired, it would just be short and quiet responses coming from him. he’ll stay up the whole night while cuddling you if it meant talking to you more.

cuddles with toya are sweet. he never goes to sleep without assuring you that he loves you, and always makes sure that you’re asleep before he does so. he’s a real gentleman; he holds you gently to his chest and never lets go—just your presence makes him feel better and fall asleep faster.

vegetables suck!

cuddles with rui are gentle and intimate. rui loves being close to you, and wraps himself around you tightly. he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and nuzzles your neck, taking small breaths and sighing in contentment.

cuddles with rui are heart-warming. the way he holds you in his arms, the softness of his skin and hair, and the peaceful expression on his face is intoxicating. it’s a moment where all stress of life melts away, and you can be in the moment for a while.

cuddles with rui are soothing. his presence is already a comfort itself, but when he hums while cuddling it just amplified the peace and warmth of his embrace. it feels like a lullaby that will send you to sleep immediately,. but with the gentle rythym with his voice, you don’t want to fall asleep. you just want to be with him.

[marisatomay]

you would think that the larger a group chat the more group chat it is but real aficionados know that the three person group chat is the height of group chattery. just think about how many group chats broke off into smaller chats for just three people to remain. it’s a covenant thicker than blood. I would die for my three-person chats.

[shadowreader23]

Time travel Barnes? Part 5

So, he'd admit that he was actually content, almost happy while talking to his past self. He hadn't realised just how upbeat and energetic he used to be. With his big gestures and constant talking, about everything and anything. He was somewhat wild and fast with movement and chatter, it was almost like he was talking to a completely different person, though if he thought about it, it was just that. He was talking to a man with his face and was slightly younger. They were their own individuals, but from the same time era where James was just frozen for a majority of the time and coincidentally ended up in the future with another Steve. Though out of the two, Captain Rogers was almost exactly the same as he used to be. Bubbly, easy to embarrass, truthful and chattery, true and strong and nervous and couldn’t talk to women. He was still the man from 1944...

Less than a few months from now, and that scrawny punk from Brooklyn would be the super-soldier that saved multiple platoons and troops from the hands of HYDRA, and saved his ass from being the Winter Soldier a lot sooner.

"Yeah, you should come along," he pulled himself back into reality when Bucky beamed a grin at him, causing him to raise a brow and sit straighter. He'd spaced out enough to actually zone out from the conversation.

"Sorry, what?" he took quick glances between Dugan and the younger version of himself. They seemed amused by this and just chuckled, Bucky slapping the side of his knee with his knuckles.

"Dum-Dum invited you on patrol, and I'm all for the idea," he repeated, still throwing that wide smile his way. James still couldn't imagine himself like that, smiling, talking and seeming so laid back, even in war. He was a complete 180 of this James Barnes, polar opposites. Also, he was pretty sure that they had the assumption that he was a soldier, because asking a civilian to join them would get them in trouble.

"No, I need to check on a few people," he gestured towards the town. He felt like he should after being dragged off by Tim Dugan. James didn't have the chance to check him over to his satisfaction and he wanted to make sure that Hannah and Alaric were okay. He didn't have a chance to ask. He'd just been dragged off. And he'd rather not spend an unnecessary amount of time with Bucky than needed. And it wasn't needed. He was trying to get his mind around what a paradox was and how it hadn't happened yet. He'd seen a few movies in the last couple of months, to waste time, and a few had time travel plots, most having issues with time paradoxes'.

He just assumed it was a person meeting himself in a time travel situation.

“I’ll walk you back,” Bucky mentioned with another smile before standing up, James calmly following the action and standing with him. He gave him an acknowledged nod and took a step away from the truck that they were leaning against, having sat on the front bumper.

“A’right, see ya guys later,” Dugan said as he stepped off to the side and started walking into the crowd of soldiers. It was getting dark now, the sky starting to dim and he was sure it was getting late now. Hopefully the men still in the town were letting people back in their houses for the night. He’d kick off if he returned to see everyone still ordered to stay against the walls.

“So, what’s an American doin’ here? of all places,” he took a quick glance at the younger soldier, seeing the curious gaze held forward, not looking at him, but staring ahead as they made it out of the mass of men in uniform. “And don’t give me that ‘I travel around’ crap, ‘cause if you did, I’m pretty sure you’d avoid all this shit,” he gestured around them, to the war, the gunfire, the explosions. And James didn’t remember being this observant…

He could make a joke out of what actually happened, just say how he ended up there, because he knew that Bucky would just laugh like he thought that James was messing with him. There was no risk with explaining it because it was so unbelievable.

“This guy, Zemo. He threw a magic rock at me and sent me through time. I woke up here in 1943 when I should be in 2016,” he scoffed under his breath, almost taken back when he felt his shoulders loosen up, like a weight was lifted. How the hell was that even a thing? The younger man suddenly barked a loud laugh, getting a few glances and he felt the hand roughly patting his flesh shoulder.

“Good one, and I’m one of Howard Starks’ gogo girls,” he managed to speak through his hysterics. “Seriously, you’d be way over a hundred years old by then! Or what, you my grandson or something?” his younger look alike kept laughing. And it’d be dead on actually, if his math was right. He was born in 1917, he was actually ninety-nine years old, a hundred next year. So Bucky didn’t know how close to the mark he was. But for time's sake, he’d stick with being early thirties, to coincide with Bucky being about twenty-nine at the time. So, say… James would be thirty-two, maybe thirty-three.

His comment on Stark had actually stunned him for a moment. Because he’d killed him and his wife and he’d met his son. Talk about terrible coincidences. And the grandson thing… he could use that as an excuse if they found out that he did, in fact, time travel, but that was an ‘if’ situation.

“I think you’d look good in a skirt,” and James let out a genuine chuckle when his flesh arm was punched, a good, strong hit jolting him an inch or two to the side as they walked down a narrow street towards the couple's house he’d been staying at.

“Queer,” they both let out a chuckle, gradually calming down. It was meant as a joke, no insult intended. And he wasn’t hurt by the word. He was gay, or straight. He’d lost the want or interest years ago, after he was first brainwashed. It was all taken from him. Though, he had a few thoughts from the past, when he was the Sergeant. He remembered that he’d had fleeting thoughts on his sexuality. He’d just never acted.

“I don’t actually see anything wrong with it,” he muttered unintentionally out loud, his mind getting the best of him for a few moments. And he’d only realized he’d said audibly when the extra footsteps alongside him stopped, pausing at his words. James slowed down, his brow raising as he turned to see the open expression he was getting. Curiosity, surprise, caution, thought. Thankfully, he knew that he wouldn’t be judged by himself, considering the thoughts he’d had during this time in the 1940s’.

“The… skirt thing or the queer thing?” he asked quietly, wanting to make sure on what part of this they were actually talking about.

“... Homosexuality,”

“You don’t... are you…” his brows knitted with his words hushed, trailing off on his unfinished question. James took a breath, glancing down the street before turning back to his younger self.

“No, but I’m not straight either,” he answered quietly and honestly. Hopefully that would end this conversation. He’d rather not get any further into his thoughts and a few flashes of memory.

“Does that mean you’ve never had sex or something? No dames?” he raised his own brow at him.

“I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex, I just don’t have a preference,” he shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms in an unintentional defensive position.

“And… does that mean you’ve had both in bed with you?” he seemed all too curious about this and it was gradually getting uncomfortable. Because yes, he’d had it both ways, though with men, James had been in the womans’ perspective. He’d been glad that Rumlow hadn’t been one of those men that would force him any further than just sex. No insults, or blowjobs and dirty ‘slut’ talk. It’d just been ventive sex to relax him under Pierces’ order. And that, he was glad for.

“Like I said, I don’t have a preference,” he shrugged again, turning around to start walking again. He wanted this conversation to stop, so spending less time standing in the middle of a street would be helpful. And he was hopeful that his words would seem more like a conversation stopper with its’ bluntness than a cue to ask more questions. And he was thankful that they were still standing close, they hadn’t had to have the conversation with the usual volume to their questions and answers. They’d hushed each sentence out of caution and fear that they’d be caught speaking about this.

He could hear the silence leaving his past self, his boot steps picking up the pace to catch up with his own and it was odd that he was feeling sort of… fond, at this point. He had this odd fondness when he heard him trying to catch up and keep a steady walk next to him. The younger James Barnes was following him, like Steve used to, an excitement and curious glint in his eyes on what the next adventure might be and he was eager.

James just hid the feeling, dulled it down in his body and tried to ignore that slight fondness he was having for Bucky. It reminded him of a little brother in a way. And that was why he was trying to ignore the feeling. He didn’t want an attachment. He didn’t want to be attached, to anything or anyone.

And he also didn’t like he’d been so open and revealing about himself, to himself. And in general, but it was a little more uncomfortable that he’d said all this to his younger self. He was sure that if it were possible, he’d change time. Telling him this could cause a butterfly effect and that wouldn’t be the best thing to do. One thing he said could start something else and it’d just keep changing and hell, he may accidentally make it so someone wasn’t born, or he made it so someone got hurt or maybe Tony Stark wouldn’t live and...

Stop thinking… he needed to stop thinking about it. He’d just depress himself and that wouldn’t be the best move in this time timeline. He needed sleep and that was exactly what he planned on doing after getting to his rest-zone.

“This is me,” he calmly muttered, breaking the silence as they stepped up to the couple's house, and hearing the noise inside and the door suddenly swinging open actually surprised the both of them, Hannah dashing out and coming closer to him to check over him. She glanced all over, eyeing him with concern. He must’ve grown on her over the very little time he spent there.

“Why did they take you? Are you fine? You’re not hurt?” she rushed out in German, her hands not even hesitating in reaching out and touching a sliver of skin on his face that showed and the rest of her palms held over the fabric of the balaclava.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I was asked to meet the Sergeant,” he pointed out calmly, his gloved hands reaching up with a lot of hesitance and resting over hers, gently moving them from his face and directing a gesture to his look alike next to him. And as soon as she and her husband sent him a look, they paused, both seeming completely stunned by his appearance. “I think we may be related,” he added unnecessarily.

“Why-uh… why are they looking at me like that?” he heard Bucky whisper the question to him, speaking warily and hesitantly as he backed up a step and a moved a little behind him. This was… he’d have to tell him now, he’d have to lie and roll with his original plan. There was no getting out of this at this point, so he may as well go with his plan.

Hopefully, Bucky wouldn’t freak out too much over this. He’d obviously be severely surprised and probably wouldn’t go on patrol. He’d maybe send another man out so he could spend time talking to him and trying to get something out of him as to why they seemed so similar. Thankfully, James had already said that he was formerly from Brooklyn, so he’d stick to his plan. What he was a little concerned about, was if he’d changed anything in the timeline that would have Bucky sent home. He’d rather not have him ask his parents, because that wouldn’t end nicely.

James would now have to tell him that his name was Jamie, though he wasn’t too sure on the last name. He could say that the Orphanage he was left at had known that the Barnes had given him up and that he was Jamie Barnes, born in 1914. That’d make him thirty-two, while Bucky was twenty-nine. Three years between them seemed fair.

After years spent in an orphanage, he’d left after reaching a good age and moved to Queens’, where that Spiderman lived, or that had been what Steve told him on the jet, or left New York completely and travelled around until he landed in Europe years ago and just stayed there and that was where he’d learnt German.

James had almost sighed, now having to tell the man that they were related, and lie about it, no less. This entire experience would be a lie and it’d all be caused by him having been sent there by a man with a stupid shiny rock. If he ever returned he would rip out Zemos’ spine and feed it to him.

Well, now that he had a plan to follow...

“Because…” James paused, unintentionally turning around with too much of a dramatic feel and eyed him confidently. “They’ve seen my face and…” he couldn’t actually say it, too shaken. So instead, he reached up and played with the upper hem of his mask before tugging it down his face and over his jaw to reveal his features.

Bucky’s face just… it turned to pure and utter shock and fear.