#trying very hard to actually share ONLY one sentence

[landwriter]

Hi!! Your writing amazes me. You’ll find me screaming about it on ao3 as krys0409 😅

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A man’s mouth tastes a lot like a woman’s mouth, it turns out, and the way Hob figures it, it’s just as much a problem to the church if he beds anyone unwed.

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thank you!! I adore your comments <3 have the singular sentence i wrote over a month ago for a pre-1389 canon universe fic about the first time hob realizes he likes men, and the first time he realizes he doesn't want to die. it is lovely and homoerotic and tender and then i think i will inflict as much pain as absolutely possible in the last sentence. delighted to get to it one of these days

[arts-and-drafts]

I decided to start compiling speech patterns and such for the Hermits I watch the most, because being a fic writer is hard sometimes 😭 then I thought “why not share it here?”

so here’s my very rough analysis of my most viewed Hermits, this is just what I’ve managed to gather so please don’t call me out for what I’m missing

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Scar

Rarely stutters in normal speech. Maybe pauses if he’s started a sentence and doesn’t know where it’s going, but he doesn’t tend to trail off unless something interrupts his train of thought

Stutters a LOT when he’s startled. Also makes ‘hoo!’ noises repeatedly before he finds his words

Lays on the charm THICK when he’s trying to convince someone over literally anything; compliments their looks, their handiwork, and then pitches his proposition in smooth segue. Not one to entertain haggling though (however he DOES do a ‘look if you’ll pay full price I’ll throw in xyz’ thing). King of upselling even the most mundane things.

His tone is cheerful most of the time, no matter what he’s saying. He’ll actually often say very disturbing things with a light voice (ex. when discussing how to retaliate ie “what should we do about him?” “we could kill him! :)”)

Builds and locations somehow are always capitalized in his voice?? Like he says them differently. I can’t really explain it (when he talks about Aqua Town or Scarland or The Big Dig)

Literally has an evil laugh when he thinks of a way to prank someone or mess with people

Hums in thought quite often, and uses “huh!” quite often when confused or finding out something new (Mostly with redstone)

His farewell is almost always “Byeeee, have a great time!” even if the conversation he left was not a pleasant one. I’m almost certain he does this in tense situations just to get under other people’s skin and really push how unbothered he is

Doesn’t tend to insult people, the farthest he’ll take it is backhanded compliments

That said he is not afraid to outright threaten (“I will murder them.”)

References media a lot, both for concepts for builds and in speech (ie his greeting “Well hello there!” is from Star Wars)

Number one exclamation is “Sweet Baby Jellie!”

(More under the cut!)

Grian

Cold opens, both in videos and conversations (rarely says “hello, how are you, etc” when encountering someone, but he does say farewells/‘thank you’s)

Likes to sneak up on people and scare them if he realizes they haven’t noticed him yet, usually does so by getting real close and then yelling (“HEY!”/“HI!”/“WHAT’S THAT?”)

Uses the name of whoever he’s talking to pretty often while speaking to them (“Well, Mumbo, you never know”/“So, Scar, as you can see here-“), same goes for often addressing his audience (“you all”/“you lot”/“you guys”)

Usually pretty focused (when he wants to be) but oftentimes takes a minute to laugh at things he notices in the natural environment (An accidental face in a build, a mob in a strange place, etc)

Takes the lead in a conversation if nobody is the clear leader, but generally only speaks when spoken to if someone else has risen to that spot

Clarifies instructions after something is explained, both to his viewers and to anyone he’s grouped up with (most often seen in the Life Series)

Uses “Pardon?!”/“Beg your pardon?!” most often when surprised or startled (he’s very British), also sometimes uses “Sorry??”

Things are way more funny to him when he’s tired

Deadpans a lot in conversation ie “why not do xyz?” “Well because we’ll horrifically die 😑“

This man is allergic to committing to the bit unless he’s the one that initiated it

Not one to sugarcoat (“how is it?” “well to be honest it’s miserable”)

Number one exclamation is “WHAT?!” (though he often uses “oh my GOODNESS” quite a bit)

Mumbo

The start of nearly every episode is almost a pitch, does the same when bringing up an idea to others (“I have this idea”/“I was thinking”/“I noticed” etc)

Often laughs a little at himself when he speaks

Also often brings up how inexperienced/unqualified he thinks he is with literally any task he’s doing

Gets very distracted with the smallest things

Uses similes a lot when trying to describe a concept (“I’m thinking a this-type thing”/“Something like a [xyz]”/“Imagine like a [thing]”)

His voice gets higher when he’s startled or panicking

A very vocal thinker, which makes sense because he’s a MC Youtuber, but he also just. Seems to think out loud regardless

Comments a lot on the feel of things (“Oh this feels menacing”/“This looks like it’d mess you up”/“This makes it feel very intimidating”), often with building

Extremely modest. However will celebrate when he does something right in redstone/building (“YES! Oh my days, that took forever”)

Once and a while will have a rare banter moment with people he’s comfortable with (ie teasing and making fun)

Related to above, he gets very giggly when he’s hanging out with people he’s familiar with (Grian and Scar most often, but also Iskall)

Number one exclamation is “What on earth?!”

Joel

Greets people most often with “How you doing [name]?”/“How are ya [name]?”

He’s very northern. He often leaves out words in his sentences bc that’s just the way his dialect is (“What you doin’?” vs “What are you doing?”)

Says his th’s like f’s (“somefing”/“nofing”/“finking”) ((Stress also does this))

His jokes/teasing are very deadpan (“I made you this extra thing, because you’re trash at this”)

Actually gives gifts of resources very often, and always leaves it with a little note and signs his name

His voice gets higher pitched when he’s defensive/being extremely cheeky but other than that his tone rarely changes

This man. Flirts so much. If any other person initiates even the slightest of flirty banter he takes that and dials it to eleven I cannot believe this is a straight married man sometimes

Joel commits to the bit 100% of the time (slightly related to above), unless of course it’s jokes about his height

Makes a point to compliment himself if he gets the chance (words most often used are “handsome” “strong” and “humble”, as well as comments about his muscles and physique)

Insults his enemies diminutively (“look at you down there, tiny idiot”/“You’re wrong and also weak”) ((seen most often in Empires SMP)

His most often used insult is “idiot”

When he’s flustered/frustrated he uses “bloody” a lot (ie “bloody heck” or “this bloody thing” (loves to toe the PG line), also uses “blooming” (“bloomin’ heck”)

Most often used exclamation is also “WHAT?!”

Bdubs

Opens videos very jovially, talks almost like a radio host

Breaks down his builds down to the block, spends a lot of time discussing his block pallet choices and giving tips while he builds

Uses the affirmation “sure enough” a lot, and often addresses himself as “Ol’ Bdubs”

Talks affectionately about other hermits often (“[name], the absolute sweetheart, left me some materials”, “[name], you angel!”)

Adding to above, “angel” or “sweet angel” seems to be his most often used affectionate terms

Switches on a dime, though, if he gets offended (which of course causes others to poke fun at him even more)

Calls mobs “stupid” a lot when they don’t do what he wants (but takes it back if he says it to one of his horses ex. “Come here, stupid—wonderful, I mean, beautiful”)

THIS MAN IS THE #1 HORSE ENJOYER. He gets a horse first thing every season and rides it everywhere, and they’re always a focal point of his theme or builds in some regard

Pauses whatever he’s doing to sleep as soon as it’s possible, and gets very antsy if he can’t do it for some reason (“One moment, time to shreep!”)

Related to above, EVERYONE messes with him if he’s trying to sleep in their presence ie breaking his bed over and over, and he gets increasingly more frustrated when it happens

Rarely is soft spoken or quiet, he projects his voice and uses a lot of emphasis in his tone

Either straight up screams (and peaks the mic 😭) if he’s startled or scared, or yells “oh my GOODNESS!!”

Number one exclamation is “HEY!”

[justatypicalwizard]

A scrap from your book

Bakugo x reader, aged up, college! au, quirks don't matter, no warnings, just heartwarming

Roommate Bakugo who is forced to share a room with you for about three months due to unexpected construction works in the college apartment he occupied. The whole Bakusquad was moved to random rooms. To make it worse they were all shared ones. You agreed to take in a male occupant.

Roommate Bakugo who tries to spend as much time outside of the cramped college room as possible. He feels like he's kinda invading your privacy as well as just finding the whole situation uneasy.

Roommate Bakugo who has to complete a bunch of assignments but the library is packed in the late afternoon hours, the air thick with gossip, stress, sweat and annoyance. Bakugo finally wandered off to the dorm room to find some peace for his work.

Roommate Bakugo who spotts you always turn off your lamp and tune down the brightness on your laptop when he tells you he's going to sleep.

"You don't have to do that." He grunts, already wrapped up in heavy covers.

"I don't mind, you do the same." Because he does.

Roommate Bakugo who walks on you watching a film he loves. At first he just circles the small room mindlessly, more interested in the unwrapping dialogue between his two favourite characters than the laundry he's picking up.

"You wanna watch?" You ask, pausing the movie.

"No. I was going to do my laundry."

"I can wait, I can buy some snacks in the meantime, I was looking for an excuse to do it anyway."

So the two of you ended up finishing the film together, sitting on your bed.

Roommate Bakugo who talks to you more, geting used to the situation faster than he thought he would. You both sit by your desks working on the boring college stuff. He spotted you were trying hard, not slacking around and keeping most of your deadlines. Even if he didn't want to admitt it, he was impressed. Not that he didn't do the same, it's just rare to find a person who actually cares.

Roommate Bakugo who didn't know how to phrase a sentence. He was working on a piece of paper for the last two hours after an intense day of workout and his brain refused to cooperate anymore.

"Can I ask you for a favour?" Your face appeared from behind your laptop screen.

"Depends on what is it."

"I finished a short essay and I wanted to ask if you could read it and tell me if it makes sense."

Might as well take a break to refresh his mind. Bakugo read through the text and came to the conclusion that you were a good writer. A very good writer in fact.

"How would you say that in other words?" He asked after you were happy with your work, your laptop tossed aside as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone.

You skipped to him, read through the sentence and gave him a paraphrase, one that he wouldn't think of himself.

"Thanks."

Roommate Bakugo who was eying you book collection for some time. You had a bunch. When he asked the two of you started talking and in went on and on and on. Finally, you stood up on your bed, the sheets dipping in where you stretched out to reach the highest shelve. Picking out a book you handed it to him.

"My favourite."

So he started to read it.

Roommate Bakugo who got a text from you that you wouldn't be back in the dorms for the night. After a shower he laid down in his bed, shirtless, with your book in hand. It was definitely worth it and he was way past the half already. Suddednly the doors opened only to reveal you, eying him up and down.

"The fuck you doing here?" Suddenly Bakugo felt a tad bit embarassed about his bare chest and lose sweatpants.

"My friend cancelled, sorry, you have someone over?" A small sly grin appeared on yoru lips.

"Jeez no, I'm just half naked."

"I don't mind." You shrugged, throwing your bag on the bed.

And what was that supposed to mean?

Nevermind. Bakugo wanted to get back to the story when he spotted something horrific. His hand gripped a nice chunk of the page, torn out of the book. He must have done it when you startled him with the grand entrance. It was readable as he only torn the cream white but it still looked nasty.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He didn't even look at you, opting on eying the damage, embarassement creaping up his cheeks for destroying someone's else belonging. One of yoru favourite belongings.

You came over, looked at the book and started to laugh.

"What's so fucking funny?" From embarassed Bakugo quickly merged into defensive.

"You look as if you killed my grandma. It's just a book." You saw that it didn't make him feel better, in fact the frown in his brows deepened. "I like my books being used. Lets treat it as a memory of you reading it. Give me the torn piece, please." Your hand reached out and he put the scrap into your open palm.

You skribbled something down on it using a pen fished out of your drawer. When you gave it back to him, the paper read 'Don't stress so much, dummy.'

"You can keep it." A smile brightened your face as you turned around to do other things.

Roommate Bakugo who would never admitt to anyone that he kept that scrap in the back of his phonecase at all times.

Roommate Bakugo who would never admitt to anyone that it took you roughly two months to steal his rock-like heart away.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

How would konig react if reader left? like maybe without a trace n just disappeared cause she couldn’t anymore?

Hehehe... No one escapes König.

TW/CW: Can we just all agree that toxic!König is a trigger warning on its own from now on? I mean, it's the regular: stalking, harassing, sexism, potential killing(s)... also light angst (featherlight if you compare to the "cheating on König" answer.)

I mean, sure, he would be upset if he found out reader is trying to get away from him. He's not stupid. König knows he's built different (in more ways than one) and knows he will never be the man reader deserves. Still, he is fixed on the idea that they belong together. They are carved from the same tree. She is the moon to his sun, the light to his darkness. Wherever she goes, he goes. It should be the other way around, but if the woman of his dreams plays hard to get... Sure, he'll entertain her.

If someone approaches reader, König gets very territorial. Those poor souls get threats, maybe even some stabbing – this really depends on the situation. But if reader tries to detach or leave the relationship, he would observe this change in behavior with curious anxiety.

If drastic measures are taken and she tries to escape or make a disappearing act, König would simply do everything he can to find her. And let me tell you: this man can and will outwit anyone who doesn't share his background and training. So unless reader gets some actual, skilled, professional help from outside, she doesn't have much of a chance.

And when König eventually finds her, he would try to talk her back. Just persuade, persuade, persuade. Apologize if and when he has done something wrong. Shower her with attention and compliments and gifts. Beg, even – on his knees like a lovelorn knight. If reader says it's over and she doesn't want to continue the relationship, it would break his heart. But that would only last for a day or two. He knows who he belongs to and most of all, who belongs to him, so he would form a plan. König wouldn't get too discouraged.

He would simply draw his shoulders back and stay around. For years, if need be. After all, he already won her heart – he will do so again. He promised he would never let her go.

He would check up on her, be very suave and gentlemanly about it. Reader can always talk to him if she needs someone to turn to. They can at least remain friends, right?

If she answers his calls, he would at some point come over. Uninvited, yes, but just to pay a brief visit... See if she needs something. He is always willing to help should reader need something. A bookshelf needs to be assembled? He's on it! Reader needs a ride somewhere? He's already on his way. Whatever it is, he can do it. (He will show her how useful he is, verdammt noch mal.)

If reader tries to see others... uh-oh. König would start by threatening the possible candidates. No one would stay around for long to oppose this man. If they did, well, death sentence for them! Or at least a new hole somewhere. While he sort of knows that what he's doing is wrong, he also can't stand the idea of someone laying eyes, let alone a finger on her. He can't stand the thought of spending the rest of his life without her, because if she were to find someone new, someone better, he would watch that shit from afar and slowly break to pieces. And that's just not an option.

One slip of a comfort fuck, and she wouldn't get him out of her house. He would view it as a sign that you're back together again no matter what you tell him. Also, did I say comfort fuck? I meant mad, pent-up pounding that lasts the whole night. The sheets would be in shreds, reader would be covered in sweat and cum and tears and bite marks made in the heat of passion and frustration. The cuddles that follow nearly leave her bruised. König has missed her SO much 💞

So, the cocktail would be: hunting her down, harassing, stalking and "helping" her, bullying her dates... Our king would even resort to simping 🥺.

But König would only say he's in love. He will simply never find another you ❤️. (And you're not allowed to find anyone else either.)

He would view it romantic in a way: reader forces him to woo her all over again! As we already know, hunter/prey dynamics only give him a thrill. She must like the setting too. Why else would she do something like this? "Women and their games…" That would be his thought, accompanied with a shrug.

[incideous]

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ MAKE YOU FEEL IT • simon ‘ghost’ riley

♡ pairing: simon riley x fem!reader

♡ word count: 0.5k

“hey, hey, hey. relax for me, okay princess?” Simon whispers right into your ear and you nod. You can feel the tip of his cock right in front of your entrance and you gasped at the feeling.

“F-fucking hell,” he groans deeply, the rasp of his voice vibrates throughout the room and you whimper when you feel him slowly filling you up. he’s even bigger than you thought he would feel, and wasn’t even halfway in yet.

Simon tries to calm himself down, trying so hard not to instantly pound into your sweet little cunt. he can actually feel the way you’re clenching around him so tightly that he almost can't move.

“G-Ghost—“ you’re too overwhelmed at this point that all of the sensations that you couldn’t even finish your sentence. Your lieutenant holds you by your waist in one hand and the other holds your face in his big hands. He smirks down at you, “How are you feeling, pretty girl?” he asks. You whimper and whine when Simon shoves the rest of his cock inside your cunt without any warning. You moan in delight, feeling him reach all of those spots inside you. “F-feels so good, sir,” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

He chuckles and starts to slowly pull all the way out only to plunge right back in, making you moan out. “Mhmm, my little princess loves having my big cock inside her little pussy, huh? You like how I fill you up, isn’t that right?”

His words sends chills down your spine and he fucking knows it. You whimper as you nod your head up and down. “Fucking love it, Simon.” Simon’s thrusts went faster and harder and you were a whimpering and moaning mess underneath him. He absolutely loves the noises you were making, thinking that it was only just for him. He was the only one allowed to make you feel this good.

Abruptly, he stops his movement suddenly and he lets the rest of his cock rest inside of you all the way into the hilt. You whine as you roll your hips so he can move, but his hands put you in place. He smirks at you as his veiny hand caresses your soft tummy.

“Look, can you feel me here, sweet thing?” he says as he presses his hand down firmly. He moves his cock in and out just so very slightly just to feel it move inside of you. You whimper as you nod your head vigorously, “Y-yes… you’re so deep,” you mewled. Simon groans as he presses down some more, “Yeah? Can you feel me all the way up here? You feel how my cock reaches all the way up to your cute little tummy?”

Growing impatient, your hands fly to tug on the collar of his jacket. He grins at you and he finally starts to move again. It made you smile, the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your walls, hitting all of your sweet spots and making your eyes roll back. He was just so fucking big.

“M’ gonna ruin this sweet pussy of yours, babydoll. Gonna fill you up with my cum and mark you up as mine.”

© HELLSGRL, 2022 | do not copy, steal, or translate my work or share to any other platforms.

[aajjks]

The price of Love (II)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

warnings. Yändêrê thěměs, öbsëssïön, därk thěměs, crèèpy, änxïêty, öbsëssïön ät fïrst sïght.

pairing: Yandere sugar daddy!jungkook x sugar baby female!reader

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. Hello hello. SHARE FEEDBACK PLEASE AND IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, JUST REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY REPLY TO THIS POST.. THANK YOU ENJOY AND REMEMBER TO SEND ASKS FOR TPOL JK OR CHARACTERS.

part one x

Yerin was going to be dead meat.

You were definitely going to kill her, “i had a good time with you- yn is it?” The man’s voice pulls you out of your murderous thoughts, you blink and regain your focus on him.

“Ahh I’m so glad, Mr Jeon… I had fun too..” you give him a kind smile, “I’m sorry if i was too awkward… I just didn’t know we’d have to be alone together- and celebrate your birthday.”

Jungkook, the mysterious man gives you an amused look once again, you wonder to yourself, what’s so amusing about you?

“just call me Jungkook.”

“I didn’t mind it honestly… i got to know you.” He’s so blunt, you inhale, trying to stop your cheeks from heating up. You look around, everywhere but him.

“That’s kind of you.. haha..” you bite your lip, looking all over the luxurious interior of the restaurant. “Was the food up to your liking, yn?”

“Oh are you kidding me? This was the most delicious meal I’ve ever had in my life- i mean it was delicious.” Jungkook looks at you with his full attention.

“You are a very unique person yn.” He remarks suddenly and you feel so small under his heavy gaze.

He just means to say that you’re so cringey yn.

“Umm thank you..” you push your hair back, you feel so nervous.

“Well it’s getting late… and i have an early shift tomorrow so… allow me to leave?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond but raises his eyebrow, almost looking disappointed but maybe you’re reading too much into his expressions.

“Sorry, I meant to say that I should leave now… I hope you don’t mind?” You immediately correct your sentence and just keep on smiling lightly.

Hey stands up, without replying, “yes I know that actually but it would be really impolite of me to let you go alone at this hour, so allow me to drop you.”

“please?”

How does he even know that?

that’s the first thing that you mind registers, but as you watch his expressions soften, and a small smile on his lips, you give in.

Well, I would appreciate that because it’s really late and it would be hard for me to find an Uber… I appreciate it, J-Jungkook?”

The mans smile immediately widens, and his eyes shine.

Now he looks kind of cute.

“After you my lady.”

He was not as worse as you thought he was.

His company was actually really comfortable as you sit in his car and he drove, light conversation was actually very nice but his aura remained dominant and Intense.

You weren’t the one to shut up, but in his presence, you could barely speak without feeling nervous.

You just kept and answering his questions, playing with your fingers to ease your nerves. It was hard for you to maintain eye contact with him because he was just such an intense person for you.

Intense is the only way you can describe him.

Well, you don’t talk much do you?” Jungkook halts the car and focuses on you once again, you almost gasp in surprise, you were already home.

“oh, it’s nothing like that. Maybe I’m just tired but thank you so much seriously.” Jungkook nods his head. “hold on don’t leave yet.

You stop your movements.

It takes you by surprise when he suddenly asks you to not leave. You wait for him to say anything else but he gets out of the car.

You sit in silence and patiently wait.

“is everything all right?” You ask him when he opens your door for you, concern is all over your face and he notices it but he doesn’t say anything, but offers his hand to you.

“Just trying to be polite and maybe… charming.”

That makes you laugh as he gives you a shy smile.

“I appreciate that.” You hesitate to give him your hand, but then you look at him and do it.

“I really enjoyed my time with you tonight.” he makes a conversation again as you walk towards your home. You feel his eyes all over you, but it doesn’t creep you out.

He’s not looking at you like you are a piece of meat. Instead his Eyes are fixated on you, like you are of the jewel of the most precious crown in the world.

That is the only way you can describe it, even though it sounds so cliché.

“Honestly, thank you. I don’t know I guess I am too much to handle but I’m glad you enjoyed my company..” “But I swear to God, I am- oh I don’t even know why they couldn’t make it?”

Jungkook hums along as you finally stop. “I’m here now and I know I’ve said thank you so so many times but I… appreciate you for dropping me home.” Do you think the man for the nth time.

“when you absolutely didn’t have to, and you didn’t even let me pay for the meal.. thank you.”

Jungkook crosses his arms to his chest, his biceps flex effortlessly, the white shirt, makes him look so good as you finally notice him under the street lights.

The long locks on him looks so good.

He is a very attractive man maybe that’s why you’re so nervous around him, well, that’s not entirely the only reason he’s pretty famous around your country too, and he’s literally a billionaire.

How did you get so lucky?

“if you are checking me out, I don’t mind at all.”

There you go feeling embarrassed as he points you staring out.

“could I please have your number? I think I would like to see you again if you don’t mind….” he doesn’t waste the opportunity to ask for your phone number.

He really isn’t shy.

“Umm.. I… are you sure because I think I should let you know something..”

You inhale and exhale deeply

“I am so sorry but I don’t- I’m not really looking for romance right now.. as much as I enjoyed the dinner with you, I only came there because of my friend…”

maybe you were too honest about this, but he needed to know, “ trust me I get that.”

His smile doesn’t falter at all, “I appreciate your honesty but don’t worry I’m not looking for something so serious too… but I think I like you already..”

He is standing there looking at you, his smile makes him even more attractive, “ oh really well that’s great we could be friends..”

He stalks closer to you, and takes out his phone.

“so?”

“Oh right, well it’s ____________”

“OK now I should really go. Goodbye Jungkook.” The guy waves and waits for you to go inside of your home. He dials another number in his phone after typing your phone number.

And smiles to himself.

“oh, I know exactly what to do.”

Everything was going in his favor, just like he had wanted.

[brotherwtf]

was reading a fic for another fandom where one of the characters have selective mutism & i was thinking about what if there was an au where gale has selective mutism (maybe because of his childhood or any sort of past trauma) & bucky eventually becomes the exception but only after like a really long time of knowing gale and trying his best to make himself special to gale or something like that

hope you’re having an amazing day & sending you tons and tons of hugs & kisses xoxo

omg wait this is actually so interesting! thank you anon!! sending all of my hugs and kisses back 💕💕

Gale's father would almost always yell at him whenever he talked back, even if Gale was just asking a question, so Gale just learned to not talk at all. It made the relationship he had with his father a little easier because he sometimes wouldn't come up with an excuse to beat Gale if he hadn't talked first. That didn't mean everything was grand and dandy, but it helped a little

When he finally enlisted, he was able to muster up the strength to talk briefly during flight school, only when he found necessary. His instructors liked that he was brief and quiet, he didn't talk back and always did what he was told without a single peep. Everyone thought he was weird.

Of course when Bucky strolled into their shared dorm and found his roomie wasn't a talker, he made it his goal to make Gale talk.

Gale was very hesitant to the onslaught of attention and friendliness from John, he was so used to indifference and politeness that having someone genuinely interested in him shocked him a little bit. John would drag him to outings, try to make jokes with him, sit with him in their classes, while Gale would only smile and give him a curt nod.

But John never gave up, even on the hardest days where Gale wouldn't even say a word to anyone, not even his instructors. What Gale didn't realize was how much he also cared for John, and only realized that once John was shipping out before him.

It was a routine night, just like any at the pub celebrating, but when they got back to their small room Gale closed the door and turned back to John who was already wrestling with his uniform. He quietly walked over and helped him and tried to ignore the way that John stared at his hands.

The first proper sentence Gale ever said to John was "I'm going to miss you, Bucky," and John was absolutely over the moon, promising Gale that he would stay alive long enough to get him reciting monologues, which of course made Gale laugh.

Gale half expects him to go quiet again when he's overseas, especially thinks he's never going to speak again after his first mission, but John was always there, pulling sentences from him and having brief conversations. It wasn't hard, with John, Gale actually felt like he wanted to talk to him.

It got to the point where Gale was having full conversations with John, and only John, would lean into his ear when he wanted to contribute something to the whole group and John would repeat it no problem. Gale was able to tell John about his father, and John cleverly interjects "So that's why you don't talk, don't like sports," and Gale only smiles because it had taken him so long to figure that out himself.

Gale expected the Stalag to make him go mute again, to bring back some of the trauma he felt with his father, but in actuality he didn't. Seeing John suffering so horribly brought out something in him he couldn't quite place, he would talk to him even when John wouldn't respond, and he knew how it felt to be John all of those years. It helped both of them, in the end, even when there were some bumpy patches.

It becomes special to them, Gale would only talk to John and of course that blossoms into something far closer than friendship. John was able to rewire something in Gale's brain to allow him to speak freely, and Gale would be forever grateful for that.

They didn't kiss until after the war was over, up in that control tower where Gale had taken his first sip of alcohol. Neither of them spoke, just sat and watched the flares go up and listened to the men cheering around base. They didn't talk when Gale found John staring at him instead of the flares, and they didn't talk when John leaned in and pressed his lips to Gale's.

After the war, they lived together in some sort of peace, as much peace as two war veterans can have, and Gale spent his days talking with John about everything and nothing. Gale was eternally grateful that John helped him find his voice, and hoped he would never lose it again.

[performativezippers]

This is a departure from what I usually do, but I'm hiring a bunch of people at my work right now and thought I'd leave you some tips in case you're going to be job searching anytime soon. Disclaimer: nothing applies to everyone, etc, whatever. I work in higher ed as a staff member which is big and bureaucratic and of like a dysfunctional nonprofit, but this will apply to many other jobs/industries as well.

tl;dr: make your resume relevant and clean, customize and personalize your cover letter, use every interview question as the chance to share an experience from a previous job that makes you look good, and remember the answer is never just "no."

Resume Tips

Include past job history for 5 years if you're young or 10 years if you're older. If your only experience isn't directly relevant (ex: you've only worked in fast food and it's a receptionist job), frame the duties in ways that make it seem more relevant, such as "customer service" instead of "500 hot dogs a day."

include dates of employment -- i fyou don't, i assume you have something to hide (you got fired after 3 months)

Each job should have 3-5 bullet points describing the duties. Don't lie, but you can make them sound cool. "Answered the phones" could be "First point of contact for all clients and contractors."

Format it so I can read it. I should easily be able to see position, company, dates, and duties. The page should have a decent amount of white space so my eyeballs don't explode, but it's very obvious if you have nothing to say and are making the margins big to make it look full. Don't do that!

Cover letter Tips

WRITE ONE, oh my god. We asked for resume and cover letter for the application and automatically rejected everyone who didn't write one. I know they suck, but if you're applying for the job, actually apply for the job.

Address it to the right person/job. We are hiring for a case manager, and we got several that said things like "i look forward to joining your company as a project specialist" or whatever. (a) not a company, (b) not a project specialist. I KNOW you use a template that you update for each job you apply to, but you have to actually update it, buddy.

Customize it. "I will bring valuable skills to your company" is nothing. That's meaningless. I ignore that. The cover letter is for you to tell me why you'd be a good fit for my job, not a job.

The format can be: "Dear X, I am writing to enthusiastically apply to the position of [job] at [company]." Paragraph on your related experience. Paragraph on why what you can bring is perfect for what they specifically need (include something you learned from your research on their website for bonus points). A sentence or two on what excites you about this job. "Thank you very much for your time and consideration, Your Name."

Interview Tips

Be on time. Dress in a way that demonstrates effort (like a button down shirt). If you have a natural resting bitch face, try not to for the interview.

If you're doing it in person (not on zoom or phone) bring something to write things down on, like a notepad. This is where you can keep your questions for them, as well as jot down ideas that occur to you as they're asking the question. Don't use your phone, it looks unprofessional.

Write down questions in advance that you have for them. DO NOT ask about pay or benefits or vacation (you can do that later). You can ask things like "what would a typical day in this role look like?" or "how would you describe the company culture?" or whatever. if you've done research, the more specific questions you can ask, the better. "I'd love to hear about the origins of X project, which I was reading about on your website." Nice.

Every question is a chance for you to share a specific story from your work history that paints you in a positive light. If they ask "How would you organize all of our client files?" don't say "in a filing cabinet or hard drive." That's because I know about filing cabinets and hard drives; assume the interview isn't stupid. You can say, "At my previous role, we had a lot of client files and what I did to organize them was ____." I KNOW you don't know how I organize my files, and that's okay because you don't work here yet. What I'm really asking is, "do you understand the ways that not organizing things is bad, and have you had experience with organizing similar stuff in an effective manner? Prove to me I can trust you with my files."

Do not ever speak about yourself or your previous job negatively. If they ask why you're leaving your current job (they shouldn't), be vague and polite. You're "looking for a new challenge," or "my current position has taught me a lot, and while it's really great, my future career goals are much more in line with [something this company or job does]."

If they ask about your experience with something you have zero experience with, like "have you used salesforce" and you're like, bro, no, i worked at wendy's, YOUR ANSWER IS NEVER JUST "NO." You can say something vaguely positive about yourself like "I haven't, but I learn new systems quickly and that's something I'm really looking forward to learning and becoming fluent with in this role" or you can mention something similar, like, "I haven't used salesforce, but my previous role used a different database to manage our client contacts and [some stuff you think is relevant about that and how good at it you are]."

Questions? feel free to ask!

[sminiac]

hiiii hope you're having a great day/night <33 could you pleaseee share ur thoughts on: what would be each piwon members favs sexual positions and why?

💌 — Hi honey, I actually had a kinda okay day! but of course I can, just for you <3

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ Y. Keeho

The Lotus. He’s just such a lovey boy, lets you control the pace because when you’re feeling a little mean and refuse to speed up he secretly loves not being able to have a say. The eye contact as he’s whining breathlessly for you to go faster only makes it more enjoyable for him, when you deny him, tell him no, but even more when you’re so sweet about it.

Gets big headed about it if you tell him you’ve never let anyone else have you in this position, like “Oh so I must be really special.” Tell him yes and he’s eating it up. When the time calls he really enjoys soft, intimate sex, and having you like this only makes him more attracted to you, breathing in each others air and failing to speak through your sentences with the pleasure from his cock hitting so deep that you fumble with your words, goddd and the way he’d look with a sweaty glow over his skin and messy hair. Sickening.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

Spooning. He’s such a pillow princess idk how else to explain it and this fits him almost perfectly because there’s not much exertion from doing this. He can’t get through a movie without slipping a hand between your legs until he’s somehow made enough space for his cock to slip inside. He’s so gentle and loving though, cradling your head with his arm like a makeshift pillow as he fucks into your from behind, the shallow, quick piston of his hips making you jostle in his hold.

Sleepy morning sex is also a frequent excuse to pull this move. He woke up hard and is feeling a little deficient of your touch? He’s snaking up behind you, touching you just right until his fingers are dipping past your waistband and gently spreading your folds apart. He indulges himself, plays with you a little before he’s taking hold of his weeping cock and sinking into you, poor thing would start shaking trying to keep ahold on himself, but once you start reciprocating, showing him, telling him to keep going then he’s fucking into with reckless abandon.

⋆ C. Jiung

Missionary. A lot of the time he’s so sweet and sentimental, in hand with that would be very simple positions that don’t require a lot of physical effort, he doesn’t like stuff that drains him quickly, wants to be able to stay in the moment for as long as the both of you want, to control the pacing and time.

Keeps you pinned in place by holding your hands, kisses you tenderly, straying from your lips to your jaw, dropping his head into the dip in your shoulder, huffing out praises and thoughtless babbles. The both of you watching the way his cock sinks and pulls from your cunt, subconsciously lets out pretty sounds when he’s looking too, and when he remembers to he’ll have a pillow under your back.

⋆ H. Intak

Cowgirl. It’s typical, I think we can all see it but fuck does it fit him so well. He likes being a tease, likes it when you call him mean from making you fuck yourself on his cock with not even so much as a finger of his help, feeds off of being under you but still being the one in control. Doesn’t like it when you’re the one being mean to him, telling him to keep his eyes open and on you as you only swivel and rock your hips, not even giving him the pleasure of a full sink down his length.

He’s either in tears or audibly laughing at your state whilst being under you, slaps your ass, and it stings bad but he mitigates the pain with his praise and warm tone, rubbing over the skin as he tells you to keep going, don’t stop, needs more of you, wants all of you. When he’s feeling extra generous you can usually tell when he’s grabbing you from the back of your neck, pulling you into a tongue filled kiss and leaving you dazed, when he knows you aren’t quite all in your head he pointedly thrusts up into you, sometimes it’ll only be for a few minutes, sometimes he’ll keep you on your knees so he can continue fucking up into you.

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[solar-wing]

⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇

⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.

⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?

REBLOGS are very appreciated! REPLIES to, I love hearing your thoughts 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🦇

I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.

And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys. 

She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him. 

“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.

Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.

Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.

Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.

You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.

People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.

It’s always from Damian.

Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.

Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.

You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.

Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.

Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.

“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.

Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.

“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.

Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.

“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.

“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”

Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,

��Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.

“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.

“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.

You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.

Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.

“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.

Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.

Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!

You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!

Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.

But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.

Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement. 

“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal. 

You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.

Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance. 

“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!

“Anytime, Master Y/N.”

Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.

“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”

“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.

The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.

Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.

“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.

“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”

Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.

Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.

Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian. 

Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services. 

Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.

He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other. 

Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you. 

Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.

"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.

You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.

"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"

Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.

Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.

Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.

As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.

He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.

And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.

You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.

That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.

Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.

Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.

However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.

Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with. 

You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.

For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.

But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.

A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.

Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.

Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.

By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.

Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.

Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.

Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.

Don't even get me started on your sisters.

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[sleep-0-deprived]

hello! I was wondering if you could write about Top!Sigma×Bottom!reader, where apparently the reader is shy, but actually he has a pretty perverted mind. Could it be Sigma dominant?. Sorry if something was misunderstood, English is not my main language.

Top dom Sigma x bottom sub male reader

Top sigma x bottom male reader

Female aligned dni nsfw content below 18+ only

I hope you enjoy it I’m sorry it took me so long to post I was on vacation

Something sigma would’ve never guessed is that you where so perverted and he found that out the hard way. Sigma just came home from work but as soon as he walked through the door all that could be heard was your loud moans, sigma’s heart started racing at the thought of you cheating on him but as soon as he opened your shared bedrooms door he learned that was not the case but in stead he found you riding a dildo while stroking your cock. Shocked would have been an understatement soon Sigma’s fear turned into lust as he saw you try to cover up and explain yourself but Sigma soon stopped you “oh honey please continue the show” Sigma said as he stared your body up and down “but it’s embarrassing” you moaned out feeling flushed from being walked in on “you didn’t seem all that embarrassed when you were riding that toy” he spewed in your ear “start riding” sigma demanded. As soon as the words left sigma’s mouth you started to lift up and sit down riding the dildo “so obedient” the male praised “ahh~” you moaned shamelessly as sigma’s words went straight to your dick “I’m so close hahh~” you screamed out as the humiliation burned bright red on your face “only good boys get to cum, have you been a good boy?” The long haired man groaned watching you desperately ride the dildo, “yes I have been a very good boy please~” you moaned out as you desperately tried to make the dildo hit your prostate “please sigma~” you screamed as you tried to chase your high “fine you can cum” sigma said, right as the words left the males mouth you came, your cum shooting up your stomach and dripping off your chest “such a good boy aren’t you cumming on my command” the bigger man spoke turning you on your stomach while pushing the dildo deeper into you “just fuck me already~” You moaned letting all shyness go away letting only hazed lust fill your mind “so impatient but since you’ve been such a good boy I think you deserve a reward” sigma spoke pulling the dildo out of your gaping hole as he started taking his clothes off “after that show you put on your already prepped” the male grunted as he aligned his dick up to your hole and bottomed out in you “hahh fuck sigma right there~” you screamed feeling something hitting your neglected prostate “your so tight” sigma said pulling your hips into his while thrusting into you hard “oh fuck~” you moaned feeling sigma rearranging your guts as he started to pick his pace up while gripping your hips hard enough too bruise “such a whore moaning over my dick I bet you wanted to get caught” sigma spewed into your ear as he fucked you at a rough pace “so good~” you moaned out as sigma’s harsh words went straight to your dick sigma took notice to that “you like to be degraded like a complete slut don’t you?” Sigma groaned out fucking you so hard you see stars “yes please I’m your slut~” you screamed letting your eye roll back as sigma rammed into your prostate “I’m close sigma~” you moaned for the second time of the night “me too baby just hold on” sigma grunted out as he picked the pace up “oh god I’m gonna~” before you could Finnish your sentence sigma rammed into you one more time making you cum on your stomach again but sigma didn’t stop he continued to thrust into you still chasing his own orgasm soon sigma came in your stomach letting his hot seed fill you up “ahh~” you moaned out cumming again at the feeling of being so full, shortly after you give out on your shared bed “your so cute but who said we were done baby~” sigma cooed in your ears as he gripped your hips. You knew you were in for a long night

[fantasydreamland]

Reader is Margaery's shy secret admirer, she wouldn't dare bother the king's wife, so R communicates in the language of flowers, sending all kinds of them to express her feelings

Basically Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader, please?

Secret Admirer

Margaery Tyrell x fem reader

Summary: You have always admired Margaery. Her grace, her kindness and her overwhelming beauty. You wouldn’t dare make your feelings known as you (and many others) are terrified of her husband King Joffrey. So you find a way to secretly show your admiration. 🌹

Notes: 18+ ONLY!! a little smut, mostly kissing, fluff, wlw, possible spoilers

Thank you so much for this request!!

masterlist

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Ever since Margaery arrived in Kings Landing you have been completely entranced by her. You have never seen a woman so beautiful. Her graciousness and kindness only adding to your admiration.

The day of the royal wedding was a tense one. The festivities were great fun but you could not help but notice King Joffreys cruel antics and Margaerys uncomfortable demeanour in response, no matter how well she tried to smile and hide it.

That very night you decided to send her a large bouquet of flowers to congratulate the couple, but really it was in hopes it may bring her some delight on her awful wedding night. You quietly delivered them to their chambers long before they would enter.

The next day you did the same, quietly delivering beautiful flowers to her chambers. The king and queen now slept in their separate rooms only rarely would they share a bed when Joffrey wanted to try for an heir.

Every few days you would secretly sneak to her chambers to leave her beautiful bouquets to express your love for her. For weeks you sent different flowers, lilies, carnations, tulips, peonies, orchids, sometimes mixtures of different kinds. One day leaving lovely white roses.

The next day you saw her having tea in the gardens as usual, this time with a white rose in the back of her half braided hair. Your heart soared at the imagine of her finding them and enjoying their beauty so much she decided to wear one. Part of you hoped it was a sign to her secret admirer that she has noticed these gestures.

That evening while she was at dinner, you decided to leave red roses. As you were setting them nicely on her bedside table, you heard the door opening. You froze as you stared wide eyed at Margaery entering her chambers. She looked at you for a confused moment until she glanced over to the new bouquet on her table.

“You? You have been the one leaving me flowers?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Uh, y-yes my queen.” You choked out.

“They are quite beautiful.” She said moving closer to them. “If you would be so kind to tell me who has been requesting you send these, I would love to give my gratitude.”

“I- um, I have been sending them at my own request, my queen.” You shyly look down.

“You’re my secret admirer?“ she ask, amusement in her voice. “And why have you wanted to send them?” You did not see the small smirk as she asked.

“Well I- I simply admire you, your grace.” You say still looking at the floor.

She walks closer to you forcing you to look up and meet her gaze. “You have sent me beautiful flowers for weeks, only because you simply admire me?” She says raising her eyebrow again.

Her question makes your stomach knot and palms sweat. You stare at her blankly, not knowing how to respond.

“Please… tell me the truth of it.” She calmly demands.

You swallow hard before speaking. “Well. I do admire you quite a bit, my queen. Quite a lot, in fact. I- um, I think you are the most kind and gracious woman I have ever met, and your beauty-“ you stutter.

She gives you an enticing look to continue your sentence.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” You blurt out, instantly feeling embarrassed.

She smirks at you, lightly touching the red roses before leaning in to smell them. “So, it would be safe to assume your admiration may actually be deeper feelings for me?” She turns back to you.

Once again you freeze in panic. The strong feelings you have kept hidden for so long being called out by her.

“I cannot say I have not noticed you as well, (y/n).” She says, making your heart race. “I have noticed your gaze on me. We do not know each other well but I have also been one to admire your beauty from afar.”

“R-really?” You say dumbfounded, shocked by her words.

“You are very intriguing.” She smirks, walking closer to you. “So what is it you desire from me, hm?”

“I- nothing, your grace. I simply wanted to quietly bring you some small form of joy and beauty.”

“Yes, that was your intention leaving me flowers… But what do you desire in your heart?” her enchanting blue eyes looking deeply into yours.

You stare blankly at her, too frightened to give a truthful response.

She moves closer, until you are nearly a breath away. “What is it you think about in the night? When you think of me?” She takes your hand, making your heart stop.

“Your queen is demanding a truthful answer, my lady.” She says with a calm but serious expression, continuing to look in your eyes.

“I- I think about a moment like this…” you choke out, looking down at her hand holding yours. “Imagining being this close to you… and-“ you stop.

“Continue…” she urges.

“And… I think about what it would be like to kiss you… m-my queen.” Your voice shakes, terrified at the words you just confessed.

“So that is what you desire, hm?” She smirks, gently lifting your chin to meet her close gaze.

Her touch was making your brain fuzzy, all you could do was give a timid nod.

You hold intense eye contact for a long moment before she leans in and places a delicate kiss on your lips. You look at her with wide eyes, trying to decide if this is truly happening or you are somehow dreaming.

You use all your strength to push away your fears and kiss her back, harder and longer than the kiss she gave to you. She is taken aback, with a smile on her face. She pushes her lips back into yours making you whimper. Letting go of your hand, she moved hers to hold your waist, pulling you closer to her. Your hand moves to cup her cheek as the kiss deepens. Your body feels as if it’s set aflame when she slips in her tongue. You moan into eachothers mouths as your tongues gently dance together. She slowly moves one hand from your waist to your breast, still pulling you close with the hand that remained on your waist. Your hands gently move into her hair, making her sigh. The entire world felt still as you kissed, only resuming when your lips finally parted.

“Well I will be expecting a rather large bouquet of flowers in the morrow.” She jokes, as you both grin widely, still holding eachother.

“Of course, my queen.” you say as your body still vibrates from the excitement of the moment.

You slowly break apart and she places a final kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight your grace.” You give a small curtsy, still smiling wide. Your legs feeling like pudding as you make your way out of her chambers and back to your own.

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There was overwhelming electricity the next time you caught eye of each other in a public setting. Margaery takes a drink as you look down at your feet, both silently smiling to yourselves remembering of your little secret.

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I find doing research pretty exhausting; so much reading, so much fact checking. Unfortunately, a good amount of my stories require research. How do I amend this?

Taking the "Overwhelm" Out of Research

When I wrote my third novel, I went into this exhaustive research mode. I bought books about my setting's inspiration locations, I sent away for travel guides and brochures from those locations (this was back before the internet is what it is now), I spent hours researching how to do things my character did for two sentences in the story. I even had an extensive list of trees and plants that grew around my protagonist's home, and the various uses of these plants.

At the end of the day, very little of that hard work actually went into my story. I didn't need to know everything there was to know about my inspiration locations in order to base my setting off of them. I didn't need to know all seventeen steps of a thing my character did two steps of in the story. I didn't need to know the medicinal uses of forty-two different plants and trees when my character only needed to use one...

My point is, if the research you're doing for your stories is exhausting you, you are almost certainly doing way, way more research than you need to. This is why I'm actually a huge proponent of doing only superficial research ahead of the first draft, then doing deeper research once the first draft is done. At the very, very least, waiting to do research until you have outlined each scene and know specifically what elements will actually make it into the story. That way you can focus your research on things that actually matter rather than pouring hours and hours of research into things that won't ultimately matter.

And with the exception of things that are plot-critical, you can generally save your fact-checking until after the first draft is written, or even until later revisions, because by the time you get there that fact may not even be in your story anymore.

If you still find yourself with an overwhelming amount of research, try breaking your research up into smaller, more relevant subjects. Like, instead of researching Victorian era botany because your character spends time in a plant-filled conservatory, try researching "Victorian era conservatories" to get a rundown of what they looked like, what plants were typically grown in them, etc. Or, instead of researching Victorian era medicine, research "Victorian era treatments for viral infections." This way you're boiling your research down to the thing that's relevant to your story rather than trying to learn everything about the broader subject.

I hope that helps!

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What’s sleeping with the Touchstarved LIs like? Nothing sexual. Just. Sleeping lol eepy pals

I like imagining Ais moving in his sleep BUT you only get to notice that once you wake up lol (he’s curled up in the corner of your bed fast asleep with the blanket at his feet) ALSO BIG BUT!!!!! That’s only if he’s not cuddling you to sleep (smth he does often). Only then will he sleep sound and motionless. He doesn’t give a shit if his arm falls asleep. GIVE HIM CUDDLES.

Sleeping with Leander is just with him standing in the corner of the room. Unblinking. Covered in the shadows. He Does Not Sleep. He’s normal though, I swear :-) :-) jk I love to have this man.

HELLO ANON

Hope you’re good! I love this request… I don’t know if Ais sleeps actually… But if he does I’m sure he’s a light sleeper. For Leander that guy might as well be dying from lack of sleep LMAO

For the other LIs… Kuras definitely doesn’t sleep, I think Mhin is pretty paranoid so I’m imagining they have a lot of nightmares, or insomnia… For Vere, idk why but he gives off the vibe of the heavy sleeper: he’s 100% taking all the place in the bed and is impossible to wake up against his will… Well, basically a cat.

BUT I did write a little something about Ais (and a small part about Leander) because your ideas were funny to write, I had to…

After blood, sweat and tears it's finally here... And I can't not thank @aiscapades for helping me edit the text (most of the prettiest sentences are their...) if you ever write something I'll definitely devour it because you sublimed this headcanon...

Enjoy!! 🫶

TOUCHSTARVED HEADCANON🍒

Ais and Leander centered

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The ambiance at the Wet Wick that night was quite festive, as it almost always was, but it was particularly noisy this time. The barman didn’t have a second to rest; every minute, someone went to the bar to order another drink. You were seated with Leander and Ais in a corner of the tavern, the three of you sharing a drink or several... The mood between you was light. Leander and Ais were lightheartedly sharing some death threats as usual, while you were listening to them, a grin on your face. You were pretty wasted because of all the drinks Leander suggested you try, while Ais was giving you a disapproving glance.  It felt kind of awkward to be the only drunk one around the table you thought while partially listening to whatever they were saying. You didn’t like being treated like an idiot, so you stopped the boys in one of their quarrels by slamming your hand in the center of the table. “Why am I the only one who can’t hold my drink here? I find it pretty unfair. Why did you make me drink so much?” Ais raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s about how badly you hold your drink, but much more because of how many of those weird drinks you got from Leander.” That remark made you pretty upset, and Leander’s laughter turned your cheeks more red than they already were. “I can’t refuse a challenge!” “Yeah, that’s the problem,” Ais added. Leander leaned over the table to get his face closer to yours. “You know, I’m pretty impressed you’re still alive with all that you drank.” You didn’t know if he was serious or not. The smile on his face could be a hint of sarcasm or genuine amazement… You were too drunk to guess which one it was anyway, so you started joking. “Oh babe… You know it’s hard to get rid of me.” “Really…?” Leander answered with a smirk on his face. The tension between the two of you started getting heavier… Did he want to make out with you or kill you? You had no idea, and you would never be able to know as Ais pulled Leander back on his chair by the collar of his jacket. “If you want to mate so badly, the room’s upstairs.” “We’re not animals,” you simply said. “Are you, Sparrow?” He grinned widely, proud of his teasing. “Har har. Very funny. I already told you to stop calling me that!” “Make me.” His lips were pulled back in a wide grin, his amusement giving a clear view of his fangs.

A sudden thought that you couldn’t restrain, popped in your head. Your alcoholised mind was making it hard for you to process any coherent thought, so you simply stood up and looked straight in Ais’ eyes. “Come.” You turned your head toward Leander, and stared at him in a weird way for a few seconds as if you wanted to tell him something by telepathy. But you didn't add any further clarification. Instead, you stood up from the table and made your way up the tavern stairs. “What the fuck…" Ais breathed, dumbfounded.  The two boys sat in silence for a while, gazes locked across the table, before Ais got up and joined you upstairs. The place was barely lit by a single candle in the corner of the room. Ais closed the door behind him before asking: “What’s wrong with you?” You took him by the shoulders to make him sit on your bed… But as strong as he was, there wasn't much you could do to actually make him do that. “Please, sit.” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t receive orders.” Though, when you tried to push him on your bed once again, he did sit. You were now face to face. His towering height usually made it hard for you to make eye contact, but you could do it effortlessly now. You climbed on the bed yourself, placing your knees at both extremities of his body, now placing yourself over him. You took his face between your hands and looked at it in detail from beneath you. He had a captivating red gaze, surrounded by pretty, long eyelashes. Long, dark strands of hair cut across his face, bisecting it just along his nose, but you still knew the angles of his features well. From the scar on his left eyebrow to his defined jawline, you looked at everything there was to see on his face. “Getting an eyeful, Sparrow?” You reddened. Sitting here next to him, you only now realized just how heavy your body felt from all those drinks. You swayed forward some, accidentally nudging Ais, which just sent him further down to the bed. Your face found a spot against his neck, and you inhaled a breath. He smelled good: his scent was a mix of cigarette, what seems to be some cologne and a bit of all the alcohol he drank earlier. Your heart started beating faster and you prayed for him not to notice. He couldn’t know you had feelings for him. It’s at this moment that his hands tensed on your shoulders, in an attempt to pull you back.

“Hey, get off. You’re clearly drunk.” But you didn't answer, nor did you move. He held firm, raising his voice a bit as he said once more, "Sparrow." What should've been an inquisitive prompt was instead flattened into a curt demand for a response.  He started to maneuver you onto your back, intending to just let you fall gently into the mattress, but he froze mid-action.  "You can't be serious..." he muttered, eyes wide.  You were sound asleep, still clinging to his arm. Ais sighed out of frustration one more time, asking himself what to do. But he didn’t think about it much longer. “Well… Let’s just stay here for tonight.” He put himself under the sheets, covering you with them at the same time.

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You were cold. Goosebumps lined the flesh of your body. You slowly woke up, searching for your blanket. When you finally felt its fabric under your fingers, you grabbed it to cover yourself, but a stronger pull on the other edge of it almost tore your arm apart (once again…). You sat up on your bed with a start and gasped when you saw who was at the other edge. “What the… Ais?” What was he doing in your bed? Your first move was to look at how you were dressed, and when you noticed that you still had on the clothes you wore yesterday, you let out a relieved sigh. Ais got immediately woken up when you spoke and looked at you with annoyance. “Keep it down, would you?” “Hey! You’re the one in my room, stealing my blanket. What are you doing here?” But instead of answering, his head snapped toward something in the middle of the room. It was still dark outside, so it was hard for you to see what got his attention. “What is it?!” you asked, panicked. When your eyes finally adapted to the bit of light the moon was offering, a scream escaped from your mouth. “What the fuck?!” Leander was there, sat on a chair, feet laid on the low table of your bedroom. His arms were crossed and he was simply looking at the two of you from where he was, unblinking. “Is he… sleeping with his eyes open?” you asked Ais. But he didn’t answer. Leander did. “No, I’m awake.” He surprised you once more, and you let out another brief, startled scream. “Since when are you here?!” “Oh. Four hours maybe?” Your jaw dropped. How could he answer that with such casualness? “What… When do you sleep?” Leander got up from his chair and opened the door with a smile. “I don’t.” He left you completely agape. It wasn’t the first time Leander was giving off such strange vibes, but the more you got to know him, the weirder he was to you. When you turned toward Ais to ask him if what happened was a normal thing from Leander, you noticed he disappeared too. “Well…” You couldn’t find it in you to get back to sleep after what happened, and you stayed awake until you could see the sun rise. You told yourself that maybe you should talk to Kuras about what just happened; he was the most ‘normal’ one of this weird group, and you were going to need something for your hangover anyway… You’ll remember to lock your door next time.

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Stupid Bet

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Warning: cussing, arguing, mention of sex, little bit a flirting with Bucky if you squint very hard Summary: The guys make a bet to see how long it takes for you to have sex with Steve.

You were the Avengers' new liaison you decided what missions they went on and what they would be doing. You've gotten really close with Bucky even though he was standoffish at first, but he came around especially since you never gave up and always bothered him asking if he wanted to go places with you. You and Bucky were in your office talking about the last mission he went on, how it went, and how he messed up his fingers when they got stuck in a revolving door. “How did you get your fingers stuck in a revolving door?” He sighed and threw his head back “For the last time I was fighting someone, and I went to hit them with the door, but I didn’t know it was revolving” You giggled a bit and helped him tape his middle and ring finger together. “Gotta be more careful, Buck.” after you finished taping his fingers you looked over as Steve walked into your office “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You realized you were still holding Bucky’s hand which you gently let go of “Just taping his fingers, is there something you need?” Steve walked the rest of the way into your office and sat in one of the chairs in front of your desk “Yeah, I was wondering if you approved my mission for tomorrow.” You furrowed your eyebrows and logged into your computer “Nothing came across my desk about a mission for tomorrow.” Just as you finished your sentence Nick Fury walks in “That’s because it came across mine.” You looked up still confused “Why didn’t I get notified?” You leaned your elbows on your desk watching him walk the rest of the way in “It’s a special order, but I do need you to round up Natasha and Stark for me and you’ll actually be leaving in 2 hours instead of tomorrow. It turned urgent and I need you guys there asap.” You admit you were a little irritated, why have you work this position if it’s just going to skip past you, but of course, you did what Fury wanted and called Natasha and Tony letting them know it was urgent and that they needed to get there quickly. You couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t doing your job correctly, you shook those thoughts away. It was the end of your shift and finally time to go home, you took some files home with you that way you would have an early day tomorrow, you looked over some of the files but quickly got tired so you went to your room and fell asleep. Steve and Bucky sat next to each other while Sam and Tony sat across from them and Natasha was busy talking to Nick Fury about her role in all of this. “So, Y/N, she’s hot.” Tony broke the awkward silence among the men they all nodded and exchanged looks “She’s gorgeous” Sam let slip out “But I learned a long time ago don’t mess with a woman that has a license to kill.” They all shared a laugh and agreed “She’s also super hard to get apparently. I looked her up and she’s only had 1 boyfriend and that was in middle school, so I doubt that counts” They all looked at Tony with their eyes wide open “What, I like to know who I’m working with.” There was silence for a while and then Bucky had what he thought was a great idea. “Steve, I bet $100 you can’t get Y/N to have sex with you.” Steve looked over at Bucky with disgust “Buck that’s so disrespectful.” Sam and Tony chimed in adding $100 from the both of them at this point Steve was intrigued “You know what, I’ll take that bet. A month is all I need” They all nodded and shook hands.

It’s been a couple days and they’re back from their mission and the bet still weighs heavy on Steve’s mind, he knows it’s not the right thing to do but he also knows that he’d get ridiculed for not going through with it and Steve may seem like he doesn’t need other peoples’ opinions but deep down he thrives on them. You were sitting at your desk combing through files trying to figure out who to send where, when you heard a faint knock on your door you looked up trying to see if you could figure out who was at the door "Come in." You sat back in your chair watching Steve stroll in smiling at you as he closed your door behind you. "Oh, hey Steve. What can I do for you?" He sat in the chair in front of your desk still smiling, it was a little weird, but you went along with it. "Just wanted to come see you." You furrowed your eyebrows and nodded "Well, I was about to go get lunch do you wanna join me?" You logged out of your computer standing up from your chair Steve nodded and stood up as well "Of course, sounds like fun." Steve was acting a bit weird, but sometimes that's just Steve. The two of you strolled down the hall towards the cafeteria passing other agents and smiling or nodding at them. “So, how you are liking the job?” Once again confused you furrowed your eyebrows “You mean the job I’ve been working for 3 years?” You chuckled awkwardly “It’s great, I enjoy finally being out of the field and I really enjoy hearing the feedback from when you guys come back.” You stared ahead as you both walked into the cafeteria which of course Steve held the door for you, the two of you ordered your food and waited at the end for it to be done when Bucky and Sam walked past and winked at Steve "What was that about?" Steve looked at you and shrugged "I have no clue." Your food was done Steve grabbed your bag along with his and you both made your way back to your office. The two of you sat there, eating, laughing, talking, but unfortunately, Steve had to go do something with Bucky and Sam, so he took your trash and threw it away on his way out. You continued to work for the next few hours until it was time to go home you packed up your belongings and walked out your office door, closing and locking it behind you. You walked down the hall running into Nat on the way out. "Hey, heading home?" You smiled at her and nodded "Yeah, time to start the weekend off right, wanna come over and drink wine?" Nat fixed her bag on her shoulder and nodded "Yeah, I'll meet you there I have to swing by Sam's office and get my watch back." You nodded and walked to your car. Natasha walked up to Sam's office and just as she was about to knock, she heard Steve's voice on the other side of the door. "I don't think I can go through with this bet; she's really amazing we spent lunch together and I don't want to hurt her." Bucky chuckled and shrugged "Okay then you owe us $300 simple." There was shuffling "Oh and you're going to have to live with the shame of not getting laid since 1945." Steve sighed "Fine, fine." Natasha rolled her eyes and continued walking down the hallway. the entire way to your house she didn’t know how she was going to tell you and how you would take it.

It was the next morning and Natasha told you everything she knew, and you were fuming. You didn't even want to go to work but you knew if you didn't show up people would question, and you don't really have any answers at the moment. You paced around your office, at first you were pissed at yourself "How could I be so stupid, why would Steve want anything to do with me?" Then you turned your rage to the guys "Why!" You screamed and threw your stapler across the room shattering a glass window, you let out a sigh grabbed a broom and dustpan and started sweeping up the glass. "Hey, Y/N do you want- Woah what happened here?" You looked over and Saw Bucky walk through the door the anger within you boiled once more, and you threw away the glass you swept up, turning towards him. "You okay?" In one swift motion, you pinned Bucky up against the wall, your forearm against his chest "Tell me about the bet." You growled staring straight into his eyes "Do I need to repeat myself?" Bucky gulped and shook his head but stalled. You pressed your forearm deeper into his chest "Okay okay. I bet Steve $100 he couldn't sleep with you and Sam and Tony joined in adding $100 each." You backed off of Bucky "Sam too?" You didn't care about Tony joining in on the bet that wasn't off-script for him, but Sam? You sighed and stumbled back a bit Bucky tried to catch you, but you punched his arm and walked out to find Tony and Sam. Fuming you marched down the halls looking for Sam and Tony, luckily the two of them were in Fury's office turning in a mission report "You two!" They both turned and looked at you "Uh oh someone got their panties in a bunch." Tony chuckled and elbowed Sam, but Sam was scared and backed up a bit "You two were in on a bet to see how long it would take for Steve to sleep with me!" Fury stood up and walked around his desk to face them. "You did what?" He crossed his arms and watched as they scrambled to find the right words. "Get Steve in my office immediately." He said to Hill she nodded and went off to find Steve. "I can't believe you guys would do this, I thought we were friends." Bucky walked in with Steve and Maria "What's going on?" Steve said as he stood firmly next to Sam "$300 ring a bell?" His face went pale and looked at the other men who threw their hands up except Bucky "Nat told me there was a bet and Bucky told me the details of the bet." They all looked at Bucky "She had me pinned against the wall I didn't have a choice." You rubbed your face and sighed "I'm resigning from my post effective immediately." You turned on your heels and walked out of Fury's office you walked back to your office and started packing your things "Hey, it's about that time want to go get lunch?" You looked up and saw Nat "I'm sorry, but I no longer work here." She stepped into your office "What do you mean?" You finished putting your belongings in a box "I quit, I can't work with people I don't trust." She nodded and helped you pack some things "I don't think you should quit but if that's what you want to do I support you." You sighed and sat down in your chair "I don't want to quit, I love my job, I love hearing the feedback and being a part of the combat without directly dealing with it. I already told Fury I resign." You sat back in your chair rubbing your forehead "Good thing I didn't put it through." You looked up at the voice and saw that it was Fury "I'm sorry I let my emotions get the best of me, I don't really want to quit" He nodded and walked closer "I know, but if you want, I can make it, so you don't have to deal with missions for those 3." You shook your head "I'll do it, but it will be strictly business no small talk just straight missions and that is it." Fury nodded and stepped to the side "They also want to apologize." You shook your head "If it's not sincere I don't want it. Especially if you forced them to do it." He nodded his head and walked out telling them you don't want to hear it. "I'm going home, come by after work?" Nat nodded and watched you walk out of your office.

You were now at home waiting for Natasha to come over, you had put the bottles of wine on the coffee table along with a bunch of snacks and cheesecake. You were feeling a little better but that might have something to do with the 3 glasses of wine you already drank while waiting for Nat. Just as you were setting up Netflix there was a knock at the door you walked over and opened it expecting to see Natasha but no, it was Steve, Sam and Bucky. You crossed your arms and stared at them "Can I help you?" Steve stepped forward but you put your hand on his chest and pushed him back slightly "Look, Y/N we are very sorry it was a stupid thing to do, and we were stupid." You looked at the 3 of them "Where's Stark?" You kept your arms crossed and watched at Tony came around the corner with a huge bouquet of flowers and your favorite chocolate. You accepted the flowers and chocolate and placed them on the couch "I'm going to need more time to be able to forgive you guys I hope you can understand that." They nodded and went their separate ways except Bucky, he stayed at your door, you looked up at him "Yes, Bucky?" He sighed and pulled you into a hug, which wasn't something he does often or at all for that matter, you hugged him back and buried your face in his neck. He kissed your shoulder and whispered in your ear how sorry he was and that he promises to never betray you again. You were always close to Bucky, so his betrayal hurt the most. As the two of you pulled back your phone vibrated it was Nat telling you that she isn't going to make it she got pulled to an emergency mission, you sighed and looked at Bucky "This doesn't mean I fully forgive you, but Nat just cancelled do you wanna come in and watch movies and eat snacks?" He nodded and followed you to the couch after shutting and locking your front door, the two of you sat down and found a movie to watch “Did you really quit?” You sighed and shook your head not taking your eyes off the screen “I took it back, I love what I do, and I can’t just leave.” Bucky let out a sigh of relief “Good, because I’d miss you taping up my fingers after every mission” He chuckled and lightly nudged your shoulder you smiled softly and continued the movie. "Alright, I should get going. See you in the morning." You followed Bucky to the door after he helped clean up everything. "See you in the morning, Buck." You shut and locked the door and went to your room and fell asleep. It was the next morning, and you were running behind you quickly gathered your things and ran into the building and into your office, you sighed and sat down rearranging your things on your desk when suddenly you saw a medium size red velvet box with a black bow on top, you slowly picked it up and read the note, it was from Steve and it said "I am so sorry, Y/N please take this gift and cherish it the way that I have for years." You carefully opened the box and saw a locket, you opened the locket and saw a picture of you and Steve on your first mission together, you couldn't help but wonder why Steve kept that for all these years, you loved sweet gestures and if you can forgive Bucky Sam and Tony, you can forgive Steve too. Sam and Tony got you several of your favorite things and got you food as well and continued saying sorry until you told them it was enough. You leaned back in your chair looking at the necklace, you picked up your work phone and asked for Steve to come to your office, a couple minutes later Steve walked in with his hands in his pockets, he looked like he hasn't slept "Have a seat." He strolled over and sat in the chair in front of your desk "I appreciate the gift Steve and I do forgive you, but it's going to take a bit before I fully trust you again, but I do forgive you." He let out a sigh of relief and nodded his head "I am so sorry Y/N I promise to never do anything like that again!" You stood up and pulled Steve into a hug "I know, thank you." The day went on as normal as did the rest of your life, you did end up dating and marrying Steve, he's never done the same thing or anything like that again.

A/N: I hope you guys like it, it's been a little bit since I've written anything please be nice Divider credit: @firefly-graphics Tags: @megamindsecretlair Main Masterlist - Steve Rogers Masterlist

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This is Our Place (We Make the Rules)

Word Count: 2317

Warnings: None!

A/N: This one is dedicated to the anon who requested this and also somebody else. Also this is my first full length fic that isn't about Leah and I hope I did Alexia justice. As always, let me know if you like it and what else you'd like to see from me.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

She feels like home. That’s what it is, she feels like home. You’ve been trying to figure it out for as long as you’ve been together but today, here, lying on your couch together, you’ve finally put your finger on it. Home was always something that evaded you, you never quite felt settled anywhere you went, always moving. First, when you were young, it was from school to school (by choice of your parents). Now it’s from club to club and even country to country (by choice of yourself). It feels easier that way, to never make anything permanent. You don’t have to deal with the feelings or the mess, don’t have to do any of the hard stuff. But with Alexia everything feels simple. You don’t feel like you need to run or hide or change yourself. You’ve only been together for a few months but it feels like forever in the best way possible.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, cariño?” Your thoughts are interrupted by Alexia tapping on your forehead gently.

“Just thinkin’” You mumble, snuggling your head farther into her chest.

“Don’t make me force it out of you.” Alexia’s word heed a warning but her voice is honey, punctuated by a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Just about you. And me. And us. And how much I love you.” Your eyes meet the Spaniard’s as you say this, just so you can see her react in the way you know she will. 

No matter how many times you say it, Alexia always melts when you say you love her. Her smile grows wider, her eyes crinkle, and she begins to blush. Knowing that’s the effect you have on the woman is potentially the best aphrodisiac you’ve ever encountered. She’s typically so composed but when you’re around she falls apart, just a little. She’s still the same Alexia, of course, just a little more relaxed. Not that she doesn’t have the same effect on you–it’s actually about ten times worse. You don’t have the advantage of being La Reina, of having a facade, of always staying cool, calm, and collected, so your panic when she’s there is amplified even more. When she looks at you, you can barely form a sentence. You’re putty in her hands, and she knows it–and absolutely uses it to her advantage. The connection the two of you share is magic, or at least something very close.

“I love you too, amor. Forever and ever.” Alexia pulls you out of your thinking once again and her words make you the one to melt this time. 

The rest of your day is spent just like that: lying in bed exchanging sweet nothings, showing each other just how much you love one another. It’s perfect. 

Six Months Later

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

“My glass is empty!” Mapi shouts from her spot on the couch, waving a wine glass in the air. 

You grab a bottle of wine from its spot on the kitchen counter and move to refill Mapi’s glass.

“Anyone else need a refill while I’m up?” You ask, glancing around the room. 

Keira and Ingrid both raise their glasses and you make your way over to them, stumbling before you can get there. Thankfully, Alexia reaches up from the couch, steadying you before you fully tumble over. She takes the wine bottle from your hand, placing it on the end table, and pulls you down next to her.

“Careful, Y/N.” She smirks as you land next to her. “Maybe no more wine for you, hermosa.” 

You cuddle into her side, ignoring the looks from your friends. They love to tease you for how you and Alexia act around one another, but you’ve learned to drown it out. Their teasing is inconsequential to the love the two of you share.

As the night goes on you talk and laugh with your teammates, soaking in every ounce of joy you feel in this moment. Eventually, it gets late enough that everyone’s eyelids are beginning to droop and the conversations are beginning to lag. You’ve gone through another few bottles of wine - despite Alexia’s recommendation that you stop - and, even in your drunken haze, you know you can’t let your friends drive home in their state. Mapi and Ingrid are lying on the floor giggling, while Keira is talking softly with Alexia on the sofa. You observe the scene from the kitchen, where you’ve been washing the dishes. All these women, whom you love in such different ways, make your heart so happy.

“Ale,” You call softly, causing her to look over at you. “Can you come here for a second?”

She stands, walking to join you in the kitchen. In that moment she looks at you with so much love that you want to melt right then and there.

“What’s up?” Alexia brushes a piece of your hair away from your eyes.

“Can we let them spend the night?” You ask, gesturing to your friends. “They can’t drive and we have plenty of space in here.”

“Of course, mi amor.” She breaks into a soft smile as she says this, pulling you into her arms. “We can do whatever we want here.”

You relay the message to your friends and set about finding blankets and pillows for them to use. As you’re setting up the living room for a makeshift slumber party, Alexia leans against the door to your bedroom watching. She loves how caring you are. In moments like this, making sure your friends have a safe place to sleep, on the pitch when one of your teammates is down, never leaving their side, and with her, showing her just how loved she is. She wants to bottle up the way you make her feel and keep it forever, but she decides she’ll settle for just never leaving your side. 

Later, you’re lying with your head on her chest, as you usually do when you’re falling asleep, and her hands are brushing through your hair. 

“Ale?” You mumble, voice thick with sleep. She hums in response. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For loving me. For making me feel seen.”

“Always, amor. I will always love you.” 

It is in that moment that Alexia decides she is going to marry you.

Two Months Later

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?

When she finally does propose, it’s not a huge public affair. Alexia knows you too well for that, knows you would be overwhelmed by the amount of people looking on. She takes you on a picnic at a secluded beach, a secret spot the two of you have visited many times before. The two of you have discussed marriage before - it was important to Alexia that you were on the same page before she did anything - but you aren’t aware of what’s about to happen. You’re lying on a picnic blanket with your head in her lap when she decides it’s time. She pushes you off of her, moving to stand, and offers you her hand. 

“Walk with me?” She asks, pulling you to your feet. 

The two of you walk along the water barefoot, hand in hand. A comfortable silence falls over you as you move in perfect sync, each of you finding solace in the quiet. Eventually, Alexia stops and turns to face you. You look at her, a question in your eyes, as she takes both of your hands in hers.

“Y/N,” The Spaniard begins, taking a deep breath. “This is something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Longer than I’ve known you if that’s even possible. You make me happier than I’ve ever been and I want to keep chasing that feeling as long as I’m alive. I don’t ever want to leave your side.” At this Alexia pulls out a small box and you gasp, finally piecing together what is going on. “You are my entire heart, my entire soul, and everything I’ve ever needed. Will you marry me?” 

“Ale, mi vida,” Alexia smiles at your use of Spanish, it never fails to make her melt when you speak her native language. “I have loved you since the day we met and I don’t plan to ever stop loving you. I do, however, feel like I need to tell you something.” She looks at you with confusion, until you reach into your pocket and pull out an identical box to hers. “I was going to propose tomorrow but I brought the ring just in case there was a moment tonight. This seems to be that moment. On the count of three?” Alexia nods and you hold up three fingers, lowering one at a time. When you reach zero, you each slide a ring on the other’s finger. 

You’re both crying at this point and you embrace. This feels so right, so perfect. You never want to forget the way you’re feeling in this moment, wish you could slip it into your pocket to take home and save forever. 

One Year Later

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

You take a deep breath and look in the mirror, smoothing your dress anxiously with your hands. Your stomach is full of butterflies, your head full of thoughts of what could go wrong. Not with Alexia. She’s perfect, could never fail you, but your faith in the rest of the world isn’t quite as strong. What if the caterers mess up? What if the flowers are wrong? What if–

“Hey. Y/N.” Your worrying is interrupted by Keira, standing at your side. “It’s time.” 

You smile at her and walk to stand in your place before your entrance, not facing the door but rather facing so that your back is facing the hallway opposite the one you just entered from. You know Alexia is likely standing near you facing the opposite way and you resist the urge to turn around and sneak a peek. You agreed months ago that your first looks would be just before you walk down the aisle.

“Amor? Are you there?” Alexia’s voice immediately calms any nerves you’ve been feeling. 

“I’m here, love. Ready?” “More ready than I’ve been for anything.” At that you both turn around and stand in awestruck silence. You suddenly don’t want to move from this spot, this moment. If you could stand here forever looking at the woman who is about to become your wife, you would in a heartbeat. But you have guests waiting and a ceremony to begin, so instead you reach out your hand. She takes it, smiling, and the two of you walk down the aisle together.

It’s a decision you had thought long and hard about, who would walk down the aisle first. Ultimately Alexia had made a point that you both felt was right. She had said that the two of you were equals, that nobody had an upper hand in the relationship, so you should show that to all of your wedding guests by walking down the aisle at the same time. 

When you reach the altar you hand your bouquet to Keira and Alexia hands hers to Mapi. They each smile at you, tears already forming in their eyes. The officiant begins to speak, and suddenly it all falls away. The only thing you see is the love of your life, the only thing you hear is her breathing, the only thing you feel is her hands in yours. Lost in the moment, you don’t realize the officiant has called for you to read your vows until Alexia squeezes your hands.

“I’ll go first, cariño.” She murmurs, smiling softly. She raises her voice before continuing to speak, ensuring your guests can hear her. “Y/N. I think I’ve told you this a thousand times, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t think I knew true joy until I met you. You are everything good in this world and I will never stop reminding you of that. That, mi amor, is my promise to you. To remind you of how loved you are, how special you are, and how much you mean to me. Everyday until the end of time, I will remind you. I love you forever.” 

Your eyes have filled with tears at Alexia’s heartfelt speech and you pause a moment before realizing it’s your turn to speak.

“Alexia. I think I realized about two months into our relationship what exactly it was that made it feel so special: you are my home. When I’m with you everything else melts away and it’s like I forget the rest of the world exists. You make even the most mundane of tasks feel exciting and the worst of days feel like the best. You are everything I’ve ever needed. I promise to never let you forget how much I love you and to always save a seat for you wherever I go. Being with you is the biggest honor of my life. I love you.”

With that, you exchange rings, kiss one another, and are married. You spend the rest of the night surrounded by all the people you love most in the world, doing what you love most: dancing, laughing, talking, and simply spending time together. You know this day is special and will be one you’ll remember forever, but you also know it likely won’t be the best memory you make with Alexia. There’s so much more to come for the both of you, for your life together, and some of the most unexpected moments will create the most beautiful memories of your love.