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[ireallyamabear]

insanity is running the same kind of old man fucking each other tournament over and over again on tumblr.com and expecting different results (spirk not winning)

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 9

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8

Jeff calls her. It’s the first time they’ve spoken on the phone, and something flutters in her chest.

“How did you get this number?” she asks, finger twirling the coiled wire of the phone as she smiles down at her socked feet.

“There’s only one Cunningham in the phone book, Chrissy,” he replies, all dry wit—she can almost see the smirk on his face. “It’s not exactly rocket science.”

She laughs, shuffling around her kitchen, suddenly desperate to move, but she’s leashed to the wall by her phone’s cord, so it’s only about four steps each way until she’s bungee-corded back to the starting point.

“Smartass.”

Jeff laughs this time, quiet the way he always is, but her chest feels like a supernova’s exploding in it. “But that’s not why I called.”

Chrissy’s smile fixes to her face before drooping down into her shoes with her gut. “What’s wrong?” she asks, now standing statuesque in her kitchen, cold tiles leaching all the warmth from her feet even through her thick socks.

“Nothing,” Jeff sighs, and there’s a crackling sound, like he’s rubbing his face in exhaustion. “Just—Steve drove me home.”

“Is he okay?” she asks, clenching the phone hard enough in her hand that the cheap plastic creaks.

“I think so?” Jeff replies, sounding unsure. “He just seems sad, man.”

Steve and Jeff don’t spend a lot of time together, but he’s been around enough that she trusts his judgment.

Steve is sad.

Chrissy wants to sink down to the cold tile beneath her and never get up. Instead, she shuffles back over to the phone and swings herself up onto the countertop—what her mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Her heels clack against the cupboards noisily, broadcasting her restlessness even as the worry sinks straight through her.

“What about?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“He thinks Eddie hates him.”

Chrissy sucks in a breath and lets it shudder out before biting her lip against the next logical question. “Does he?”

“He thinks he does,” Jeff replies promptly. “But he definitely doesn’t.”

Chrissy hums, too lost in her own head to think of a reply. It doesn’t matter what Eddie feels if the effect is the same: a sad Steve Harrington.

“I don’t think you guys should do this anymore,” Jeff says, snapping her out of her spiral.

“I know,” she groans, shoulders slumping. “But Steve’s hellbent on keeping it up.”

He sighs again, muttering, “boys,” with such a defeated air that she can’t help but laugh again.

“You just keep an eye on yours, and I’ll do the same for mine,” she says, smile audible in her voice. “Deal?”

“I feel like yours is a bit easier to wrangle than mine,” Jeff scoffs, a twinge of bitterness leaking into his tone.

And he’s right; Eddie still hasn’t even told Jeff about the letters he’s been getting, much less asked his opinion on them. Steve, at least, keeps her appraised of his next moves, shares his feelings, and asks for her help even if he won’t always take her advice.

So, when Steve’s acting weird when she sees him the next morning—all shifty-eyed and nervous—she doesn’t ask. He’ll tell her when he’s ready. Besides, the hallway’s too crowded, and she’s got a sneaking suspicion that it has something to do with her and Jeff’s conversation last night.

She’s proved right when they hit the library at lunch instead of the cafeteria, and Steve barely waits until they’re settled in their usual table, feet interlaced.

“He hates me,” Steve whispers.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

Steve pouts across at her, bottom lip stuck out like a puppy dog as he accuses, “you’ve been talking to Jeff.”

Chrissy bites her lip. “I always talk to Jeff.”

He rolls his eyes, but it seems to lift his spirits. “Did you ask him out yet?”

“Shut up.” She kicks him beneath the table until he laughs.

Without further preamble, he pulls a piece of paper from his bag and pushes it across to her. She expects the latest note from Eddie, having yet to read the last one, but it’s not—it’s a letter from Steve, clearly responding to something she’s yet to see.

“Did you pick up the letter yourself?” she asks, panic sinking through her. He could get caught, and then all their subterfuge will be for nothing. She might lose her best friend. 

“Yeah,” Steve mutters, so shyly that she can’t bear to chastise him further. “What do you think?”

She reads it again, trying to look past the panic to the words in front of her. “It’s good,” she says, and it is. “Do you want to send it like this?”

His handwriting is barely legible, even to her with her weeks of practice, and there’s a few misspellings, but she’ll do whatever he wants, forever and always. But he shakes his head, and asks, “Will you edit it?”

“Can I see the one you’re responding to?” she asks.

He pulls it out of his bag and pushes it across the table without a complaint. She picks it up and begins to read.

         Secret Admirer,

         There was a little hiccup with my guitar and plugging her in, but otherwise it went great! All four of the drunks at the Hideout clapped politely when we were done, and not even one of them booed us off stage!

         The riff is still getting on my last nerve, darling, you have no idea. I wish I could hear you play, I bet you’d inspire me so much, a stroke of genius would strike me and I’d know exactly what I’m missing.

         (I don’t know how to ride a bike. My dad was never around to teach me, and by the time I moved in with Uncle Wayne, I was too old to learn.)

         Darling, did you dream of me? Was it a naughty dream?

         Yours,

         Eddie

P.S. The Lord of the Rings is the name of the whole trilogy, so I hope you find it in The Fellowship. Can’t believe you don’t even know Tolkein. It’s okay, baby, I like you anyway. 

She smiles when she’s done, kicking him beneath the table as she asks, “Does this sound like someone who hates you?”

If anything, Steve just gets droopier. “It’s for you,” he mumbles, and she doesn’t have anything to say.

Chrissy squeezes his foot tighter between her own in a pantomime of a hug.

Even with his newfound pessimism, he carefully rereads her edited words once she’s done. He smiles down at it, clearly cheered by the act of writing to Eddie.

“It looks great, Chris,” he says genuinely, as if she’d done more than correct his spelling and rewrite his letter word for word.

“Thanks,” she replies, smiling across at him, relieved his spirits have risen. “Now, let’s drop this in his locker so he doesn’t have to wait too long to read your lovely letter.”

Steve’s ears turn red with embarrassment, but he dutifully wraps his arm around her waist and leads her out of the library.

Jason’s loitering outside of it, leaning against the wall like it’s a coincidence he’s here at all, but the way his eyes glare at the point where they’re in contact makes a liar out of him.

Steve seems to agree because he pulls her closer and asks, “problem, Carver?” in his snootiest King Steve voice.

Jason holds his hands up, smiling like this is all a coincidence, but he seems to have forgotten that Chrissy knows him, maybe better than anyone. She sees the way his arms are flexing, the way he’s baring his canines more than smiling, and it makes her feel on edge.

“No problem, man,” he replies, untold violence behind every word.

“Let’s just go,” she whispers to Steve.

She’s relieved when he nods, not sparing Jason another look as they take the most direct route to Eddie’s locker. He doesn’t respond until they’re well out of Jason’s hearing range. “That guy’s starting to really freak me out,” he says, talking quietly still, even after putting all this distance between them.

Chrissy sighs. The thing is, she still misses Jason, but the Jason she misses is at least a year dead and gone. Now, all that’s left of him is someone who wants to own her.

“Me, too.”

*** 

There’s something different about the letter he finds in his locker this time.

  Eddie —

  You were the best damn thing those drunks have ever seen, hands down. No, before you ask, I wasn’t there. But when I had that letter under my pillow, I dreamed a little dream (not naughty, I know you’re disappointed, sorry). I don’t remember the songs, but I remember the way you looked for me in the crowd and smiled. All the dream people gave you a standing ovation, me loudest of all.

  You’re never too old to learn to ride a bike. My dad didn’t teach me either, but a friend did. Maybe someday, I could be that friend for you, and when I tell you I won’t let go, you can rest easy knowing I’m not lying.

  Sincerely,

  Your Secret Admirer

  P.S. I know it’s still winter, but I’ll meet you in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

The handwriting is just the same, and it’s as sweet as always, but still. There’s—something Eddie can’t quite put his finger on no matter how many times he rereads the letter. Maybe he should have paid more attention in English class instead of always working on his next campaign.

He watches Chrissy when she’s not paying attention, trying to figure out what’s changed, but Harrington always catches him and stares him down like a dog marking his territory.

It leaves him flushed, desperately trying to focus on whatever he’s supposed to be doing. By the time he looks up, Harrington’s always moved onto something else.

Maybe it’s just because they know each other now, spend time with each other, are even becoming friends? Eddie doesn’t mind, as long as the letters keep coming. He might even like this letter best of all. It feels more honest, real somehow, like he’s peeling back the layers of bullshit obfuscation to get to the truth of who she is.

He hopes it lasts.

It’s hard to write his own letter back, to meet that same level of transparency to someone who, despite now having a name and face, still feels like a nebulous being. A nebulous being whose favorite color he knows, who’s insecurities feel like they’re his own, whose words he’s stroked on the page late at night while unable to sleep.

He tries to pour that same energy back into his letter.

  Secret Admirer,

  I wish I could dream about you, too. I want to know your face well enough to hold it in my mind, even unconscious. I want to lay my head on my pillow tonight and know that you’ll be waiting for me in dreamland, ready to be the best groupie a guy could ask for.

  The truth is, no one’s loved me before. No one’s liked me, or kissed me, or held my hand during a scary movie. And, that’s scarier than any movie could ever be. Because, you’re it, baby. The one and only, and all that shit.

  I’ve got friends, and that’s enough for me! It really is! But a part of me just wants to hold someone’s hand—your hand. Maybe we can someday. Maybe we can do all the things we’ve talked about: go to a drive-in, play music together, learn to ride a bike. But even if we never do, I’m grateful for every one of these letters. Being wanted is new to me, and I’m not ready to give it up.

  Yours, always,

  Eddie

He steps into the Shakespeare section once more and slips the note into A Midsummer Night’s Dream and promptly tries his best to forget about it. It doesn’t work.

He wants a response immediately, dreads waiting the typical days it takes for a letter to appear in his locker, so no one can blame him for panicking.

“Do you want to come to a Corroded Coffin practice?” Eddie blurts after the latest Hellfire session.

Chrissy’s brow’s all furrowed up as she asks, “Corroded Coffin?”

Eddie’s surprised she doesn’t already know. He’s mentioned it at least once in one of his letters; does she not spend her nights pouring over the words like he does? Does she not have every dotted i and crossed t seared into her retinas?

His intestines wriggle around in his body, fingers itching to tear his letter into tiny little pieces before she reads his desperate, yearning words.

“My band,” Eddie replies, his response overlapping eerily with Harrington’s, “his band.”

Chrissy smirks between them but Eddie barely notices, too caught up in staring at Harrington. “How do you know that?” he demands.

Harrington’s shoulders curl, like Eddie’s the threat here as he mutters his response barely loud enough to hear over the sounds of the other Hellfire members packing up, “uh, the middle school talent show?”

Eddie’s lip quirks up as Harrington looks up from his own shoes and meets Eddie’s eyes. “You remember that?”

Harrington snorts. “Hard to forget, dude.”

Harrington’s smiling—he’s never noticed before but it’s a little off center, just enough to be endearing. Eddie smiles back helplessly, taking a step forward as he asks, “the king remembers little old me?”

He gets a laugh this time, Harrington’s eyes almost crinkling shut with his amusement. He’s got a nice laugh. Eddie’s never noticed before, hasn’t heard anything from him that wasn’t at least a little snide.

Eddie opens his mouth, desperate to elicit that noise again, when Chrissy pointedly clears her throat and reality comes rushing back in—what was that? He snaps his gaze back to her, shuffling his feet, feeling absurdly guilty. For what? Being nice to her boyfriend?

“When is it?” she asks.

It takes him a minute to remember what they were talking about. “Oh!” he exclaims, taking a step back when he realizes how close he’s gotten. “Uh, tomorrow night in Gareth’s garage.”

Chrissy’s smiling, but there’s something sly about it, Eddie knows, watching the flashing of her eyes, that Chrissy Cunningham knows what evil is and has the capacity to perform it. So much for his pet theory that she’s actually a golden retriever stuffed into a human girl’s body.

“Can Steve come?” When Eddie frowns, shifting his eyes to a red-eared Harrington standing stock-still beside her, she continues, “it’s just, Jason’s been a little intense lately?”

Carver’s name seems to bring Harrington back to life. He damn-near growls as he wraps his arm around Chrissy’s waist. “The word you’re looking for is stalkery.”

She snorts, “not a word, but yeah.”

Now that they mention it, Carver has seemed to be within arm’s reach of Chrissy for a while now, loitering on her fringes with his arms crossed like he’s staking his claim, even all these months after they broke up.

“Sure,” Eddie replies, and he means it. Harrington can come if it keeps Eddie from ending up on the wrong side of Carver’s fists. “Harrington can come.”

Harrington’s ears flush again, and he mutters an awkward, “thank you,” before leading Chrissy out of the drama room.

Once they’ve cleared out, Gareth sighs, long and loud as he says, “band practice is going to be so awkward.”

Eddie glares at him, having forgotten entirely about his audience while talking to Harrington and Chrissy. “Oh, it won’t be so bad.”

“Yeah, right,” Doug snorts, shouldering his bag and heading toward the door.

“Oh, ye of little faith!” he replies as all three of them head out the door, Jeff having inexplicably already left despite Eddie being his usual ride home on Hellfire days. “It’ll be fine!”

Before he drives the guys home, he doubles back to the library to try and steal back his note, but it’s too late: the doors are locked and by the morning, the note’s sure to be gone.

They’re right; band practice is awkward, and it’s not even Eddie’s fault. It’s not even Harrington’s fault. It’s Jeff’s.

“You look nice today,” Jeff says, looking directly at Chrissy, who blushes.

He’s right, she does look nice in a cute pink cardigan and some light-wash jeans that fit her well. It’s not Eddie’s style, but it suits her. But Jeff doesn’t have to say it while her boyfriend is standing right there.

“Thanks,” she says, smiling at Jeff.

Harrington just keeps standing there while Jeff does what can only be described as flirting, with his girlfriend. Everyone else carries on like this is normal, but Gareth’s sending him crazy-eyed looks proving that Eddie’s not the only sane one.

Doug’s too busy practicing his riffs, sure, and Jeff’s clearly gone off the deep end, but Harrington? What’s his excuse?

When he’d been dating Wheeler, he’d been all over her at all times, monopolizing her time whenever possible. And sure, Chrissy and Harrington are always together, but there’s never more than an arm around her waist or sitting close together. He’s never even seen them kiss.

And now here he is, letting Jeff flirt with his girlfriend right in front of him.

Eddie just doesn’t get it.

Corroded Coffin’s a fucking mess, Gareth keeping a beat only he can hear, Eddie missing every other note, and Jeff too busy looking at Chrissy to keep tempo. Only Doug is on his game, clearly getting more and more fed up with each new fuck-up.

Chrissy stays by Jeff’s side, whispering with him between songs while Harrington flops down on the couch and watches them play like it’s his own, personal concert.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off Steve. He wants to peel the guy like an onion, figure out what makes him tick, what makes him smile, why the hell he’s here in Gareth’s smelly garage watching his girlfriend make eyes at Jeff while she writes love letters to Eddie in her free time.

He wants to know.

He just—

Wants.

*** 

Steve’s words have been echoing around her brain for days—have you asked him out yet? It’s ridiculous, but before he’d said those words, she’d never even considered it as an option. Boys ask girls out, that’s how it works. But if Steve can like a boy, she can ask out Jeff.

That doesn’t make it any less scary though. She sits on the revelation for a few days more, watching Jeff out of the corner of her eye, flirting back after he instigates. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s still him instigating.

“I’m going to ask him out,” she tells Steve, not looking at him as they walk into the school together, too afraid of what she’ll see.

“Yeah?” he asks, bumping their shoulders together. “When?”

When she glances his way, he’s grinning ear to ear. She huffs, “I don’t know, soon?” Looking away so she doesn’t have to see that sly look on his face. “It’s just so scary.”

“I know, Chris,” he says, bumping into her again and again just to annoy her. “But you’re the strongest person I know.”

She doesn’t feel strong—she feels like a breeze might swipe her feet out from under her, but Steve believes in her. Steve thinks she’s strong, and she told him she’d ask Jeff out, so she will.

So, when Jeff next slides into her passenger seat, she starts the car and drives away without saying a word.

This has become something of a habit lately—if there’s no Hellfire, she drives Jeff home. Usually they talk, or turn on music they both like and sing along. The quiet has his feet tapping and fingers picking at the seam of his jeans. He grows more restless with each minute that passes.

“Chrissy?” he asks finally, a shyness to his voice that she’s not used to hearing. From the first time they’d spoken, he’s been confident—quiet, yeah, but assured. “Are you okay?”

Unable to take the waver of his voice sitting down, Chrissy veers off the side of the road, holding her arm out to keep Jeff from smacking into the dash at the abrupt change in momentum. She puts the thing in park, takes off her seatbelt, and turns in her seat to face Jeff head-on.

His eyes are wide, clearly freaked out by her erratic behavior, but he still unlatches his own seatbelt and mimics her position, awkwardly pulling his feet beneath him when it becomes clear his legs are too long to fit.

She’s helplessly charmed; it may just be Steve and Eddie’s letters rubbing off on her, but she wants to reach out and take his hand. So she does.

His fingers jerk in hers, pulling back a little like it’s instinct before he drops his hand on the console separating them and lets her link their fingers together. Even with the heater on, the interior of her car’s cold enough that his skin scalds against hers, sending a shudder through her.

“Is this the part where you murder me?” he asks, squeezing her hand. “Because if so, let me know.”

“So you can run away?” she asks, grateful for the moment of levity.

“No, because I’m a gentleman,” he replies, winking at her, “and I can help dig the grave, save you some work.”

Chrissy laughs, once again captivated by him. He’s a nerd, how is he so gosh darn charming? Her cheeks hurt, her heart hurts, her whole body is tingling with the anticipation of what she’s about to do.

“Chrissy—“

“Will you go out with me?” she asks, slapping her hand over her mouth when she realizes she interrupted him. She closes her eyes, entirely mortified. “Shoot, sorry!”

His hand spasms in hers before he tightens his hold. “You’re…” he starts, hand shaking in hers. She opens her eyes, horrible visions of him crying dancing behind her lids, but he’s laughing, whole body moving with the effort of suppressing it. “You’re apologizing for the best moment of my life?”

She laughs, too, helpless not to. “Is that a yes, or are you just laughing at me?”

He hums, tilting his head closer to hers, chuckles finally fading away as he replies, “can it be both?”

“Always.”

Chrissy bounces a little in her seat, vibrating with pent-up excitement. Maybe sometimes the girl can get the guy instead of the other way around.

He hums again, low down in his throat, and their gazes lock. The energy in her car is so electric her skin is buzzing with it. She wants to reach across the distance between them and steal a kiss. But girls don’t do that sort of thing. Girls aren’t supposed to—

She leans across the console separating them and kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. Jeff gasps into it, like he’s the one being electrocuted now, and suddenly his hand is out of hers, but that’s okay because it’s on her face now, drawing her closer, closer, closer, as he sucks on her bottom lip until she gasps.

She might have stayed in that position forever, craning her body uncomfortably forward like a sunflower toward the light, if she hadn’t shifted a little too far to the left into her car’s horn with a bony hip.

As it blares, they both jump apart, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, looking around for a threat that will never come.

“Oops,” she whispers, settling back into her seat, back protesting at the change of angle.

Jeff laughs, head thrown back, long throat on full display. She wants to bite it, but the moment’s long since broken, so she puts her seatbelt on and shifts back onto the road, cheeks flaming, heart warm.

“Does this mean you’re going to give me your letterman jacket?” he asks once he’s finally stopped laughing. “I’m not familiar with jocks courting rituals.”

Chrissy’s responding laugh isn’t her usual cultivated giggle—it’s a bark that makes Jeff grin at her. “Oh my goodness, can you even imagine the looks we’d get?”

“Or that Steve would.” Jeff replies. “But you’ve gotta admit, I’d look good in his jacket.”

She almost wants to do it for the drama, Eddie’s presence rubbing off on her surely, but it’s not quite worth doubling the lynch mobs that will already be after all of them.

“You realize this is only making this whole situation even messier, don’t you?” she asks, eyes on the road.

“Yeah,” Jeff sighs, but his fingers reach across the car and settle atop her hand where it’s clasping the stick shift. “But worth it, right?”

She’s been smiling so much that her cheeks hurt, but at that, she damn-near beams ear to ear. “Yeah, baby,” she says, heat pooling low in her stomach when Jeff lets out a soft little gasp. “You’re worth it.”

PART 10

[brunchable]

hello !! i love your bucky stories sm and i was wondering if i could request a oneshot ? basically bucky is dating reader (female or gn it doesn’t matter) but they’re in a secret relationship because she’s john walkers sister and maybe john walker finds out and gets super angry about it. i always see this with reader being a stark but i think it would be funny if reader was a walker instead !!

please take your time and you don’t have to do this request do you don’t want to :)

Secret's Out || Thunderbolt!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, F!Reader, Alexei Shotakov, John Walker Themes: Funny? And a Very angry John Walker.. A/N: I hope this is funny enough and lives up to your expecations.🫡 Thanks for the request, it was fun to write lol.

You knew it was going to be a nightmare when you started dating Bucky Barnes. Sure, you’d expected a few challenges: navigating a relationship with a super-soldier, keeping it secret from prying eyes, and, oh, the minor issue of dealing with your brother—John Walker. Captain America Wannabe himself.

John had a temper—one you tried to avoid at all costs. So, dating Bucky in secret had seemed like the best option. But then the Thunderbolts happened, and you ended up on the same team. It was a mess waiting to happen, and today, it all blew up in the most spectacularly hilarious way.

It started in the break room of the base. You were perched on the counter, sipping a cup of coffee, when Alexei—big, brash, and Russian through and through—sauntered in, practically tripping over his own feet. Bucky was leaning beside you, his eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, alert as always. You could feel the tension rolling off him.

“Relax, it’s just coffee,” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his. “Nobody’s going to suspect anything.”

“Except the fact that you’re sitting on the counter,” he grumbled. “Which is something you only do when—”

“When she is being sneaky sneaky with you, eh?” Alexei’s booming voice interrupted, and you nearly choked on your coffee. “Like little rabbits!”

“Alexei!” Bucky hissed, glancing around frantically. “Will you shut up!”

But it was too late. A familiar shadow loomed in the doorway, and there stood John Walker, his eyes narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. He crossed his arms over his chest, the classic ‘big brother ready to punch a guy in the face’ stance.

“What’s he talking about?” John’s voice was dangerously calm. “Sneaky… sneaky?”

You shot Bucky a panicked look, but before you could come up with some ridiculous excuse, Alexei clapped Bucky on the back, sending him stumbling forward.

“Ha! You know, Bucky is like big secret squirrel with relationship. Always hiding like spy movie!” Alexei grinned, clearly oblivious to the murderous expression on John’s face. “But I see you two! Many times! Kissing behind gym! Very romantic.”

John’s jaw tightened, his face turning a shade of red that was almost comical—if it weren’t for the fact that you knew how dangerous your brother could get when he was angry. He took one step forward, and you slid off the counter, putting yourself between him and Bucky.

“John, calm down. It’s not—”

“Are you kidding me?!” John exploded. “Him? Of all the guys in the world, you picked him?”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but John’s glare cut him off. “Don’t even try, Barnes. You—you’re supposed to be on my team! And you’re sneaking around with my sister?!”

“Sneaking is strong word,” Alexei interjected with a dismissive wave. “They just—how you Americans say—bonk like bunnies?”

“Alexei!” you and Bucky shouted simultaneously, your faces heating up.

“What?” Alexei blinked at you, then shrugged. “It is truth, no? Bucky says all time—‘I can’t come to mission brief, I’m with—’”

Bucky’s arm shot out, clapping a hand over Alexei’s mouth. “Shut. Up.”

Alexei grinned behind Bucky’s hand, clearly enjoying himself. You, on the other hand, were not. John’s expression was pure, unadulterated rage, his nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge.

“Okay, okay,” you held up your hands, trying to defuse the situation. “It’s not what it looks like—”

“So you haven’t been secretly dating this—this—” John struggled to find the words, gesturing wildly at Bucky. “This guy?”

Bucky cleared his throat. “I think you mean this—man?”

“Shut up, Barnes!” John barked. “I’m not talking to you!”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “John, it’s not a big deal—”

“Not a big deal? He’s supposed to have my back on missions, not be—be—” John spluttered, waving his arms around as if that would somehow convey his outrage better. “I’m going to kill you.”

“He will not kill you,” Alexei commented cheerfully. “Maybe just break couple of bones. But that is normal in family.”

“Alexei,” Bucky growled, “you’re not helping.”

“What? Why is everyone so upset? We should celebrate, da?” Alexei beamed, raising his arms as if to welcome the idea of a party. “Come! We do shots of vodka! In Russia, we celebrate when sister finds man to keep bed warm!”

“Alexei!” you hissed, feeling your face burn.

“Or, you know,” Alexei continued, undeterred, “when man finds bed to keep sister—”

“ARE YOU SAYING HE’S BEEN FUCKING MY SISTER?!” John roared, his voice echoing off the walls. “Barnes, you’re dead!”

“Wait, no!” Bucky stepped back, his hands raised in surrender, but John wasn’t having it. He lunged forward, and Bucky dodged to the side, barely avoiding a swing that would’ve knocked him out cold.

“John!” you yelled, but it was useless. He was in full-blown Big Brother Meltdown Mode now.

“You’ve been sleeping with my sister?! You’ve been—”

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not jump to conclusions!” Bucky stammered, backpedaling rapidly. “It’s not—It’s not like that!”

“Oh, it’s not? So you haven’t been—what did Alexei say?—bonking like bunnies?” John’s voice dripped with venom.

“Um—”

“RUN, BUCKY!” you shrieked as John lunged again.

Bucky took off like a bullet, sprinting down the hallway with John hot on his heels, cursing up a storm. They skidded around corners, ducked through doors, and raced past stunned agents who barely had time to jump out of the way.

Alexei strolled out of the break room, whistling casually as he watched John chase Bucky in circles around the main atrium.

“Ah, young love,” he mused aloud, stroking his beard. “Is good for health. Lots of cardio.”

John caught sight of Alexei and yelled, “Stay out of this, Russian bear!”

“Bear?” Alexei’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Da, I am bear! Bear of love and wisdom! I say you should calm down. Maybe do some breathing exercise—”

“CALM DOWN?!” John bellowed, his face turning an alarming shade of purple. “I’m going to kill him!”

Alexei sighed, shaking his head. “Americans… so dramatic.” With a swift stride, he closed the distance to the two men still racing in circles. Before you could process what was happening, Alexei reached out, grabbed Bucky and John by the collars, and effortlessly lifted them off the ground like two misbehaving puppies.

“Enough,” he said firmly, holding them both up as they flailed helplessly. “You are giving me headache.”

“Put me down, you Russian lunatic!” John kicked out, his fists still swinging in Bucky’s general direction. “Let me at him!”

“Nyet.” Alexei tilted his head to the side, peering down at John. “You need chill pill. Maybe shot of vodka.”

“Alexei!” you shouted, running up to them. “Put them down!”

“Okay, okay, fine.” With a huff, Alexei dropped them both unceremoniously onto the floor. John scrambled to his feet, but Alexei placed a giant hand on his shoulder, holding him in place with absurd ease. “John Walker, you need relax. Is normal for sister to date handsome man. Builds strong family, da?”

“Strong—strong family?” John spluttered, glaring daggers at Bucky, who was still sprawled on the ground, catching his breath. “I’m going to—”

“No.” Alexei’s voice rumbled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You want fight? You fight Alexei.”

John hesitated, glancing up at the towering Russian. “Uh…”

“Thought so.” Alexei grinned, giving John a little shake. “Now. You will go get drink, calm down. And Bucky…” He looked down at the man still lying on the floor. “You will… eh… no more bonking until brother says okay.”

You slapped a hand over your face, groaning loudly. “Alexei!”

“What?” He blinked at you innocently. “I am helping!”

“Yeah, thanks a lot, buddy,” Bucky muttered, rubbing his neck as he hauled himself to his feet.

John let out a long, suffering sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I need a damn drink.”

“Ah! Good idea! I join!” Alexei beamed, steering John toward the mess hall. “Come, we talk about sister. Very smart, very strong. Make good wife, no?”

As the two of them disappeared down the hallway, you turned to Bucky, who was still massaging his throat where Alexei had grabbed him.

"You okay?" you asked, resisting the urge to burst out laughing at the whole absurd situation.

"Yeah," Bucky wheezed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I’m fine, but your brother... He’s insane."

You snorted. "Takes one to know one."

Bucky shot you a wry grin, but his eyes flicked down the hallway where John and Alexei had gone. “Do you think he’s actually going to calm down, or is Alexei just making it worse?”

“Hard to say. Alexei’s version of calming someone down is offering them a bear hug and vodka shots.”

Bucky groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“Maybe not dead,” you teased, poking his chest. “But possibly maimed. Severely bruised. Broken bones, if we’re being realistic.”

“Great, thanks for the pep talk, doll.”

“Anytime, babe.”

Bucky glanced down the hall again, then back at you, his expression softening. “So, we’re not hiding anymore, huh?”

“Doesn’t look like it.” You glanced around the empty atrium, then stepped closer, lowering your voice. “I know it’s not how we planned for it to happen, but… I’m kind of relieved. No more sneaking around.”

He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. There is something nice about that.” His hand brushed against yours, fingers intertwining.

You smiled up at him, heart fluttering as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. But before you could enjoy it, a loud, irritated voice echoed down the hall.

“ARE YOU TWO KISSING AGAIN?!” John’s furious shout reverberated through the base. “SERIOUSLY?!”

Bucky pulled back, eyes wide. “Crap.”

“Oh, you are so dead,” you whispered with a grin, shoving him away. “Run!”

“Right!” Bucky shot off like a rocket, sprinting down the hallway in the opposite direction. You followed at a slower pace, watching with equal parts horror and amusement as John rounded the corner, still bright red and fuming, and took off after Bucky like a man possessed.

“DON’T YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME, BARNES!” John hollered, picking up speed. “I’M GONNA RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!”

“Really?” Bucky called over his shoulder. “Like I need another metal one? I’ll pass, thanks!”

“Oh, you’re gonna need more than a metal arm after I’m done with you!” John shouted, his voice reaching a new pitch of anger.

“Better keep up then, Cap!” Bucky taunted, his laughter echoing down the hallway.

You couldn’t help it—you doubled over, laughing so hard your sides hurt. This was chaos, pure and absolute chaos, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Bozhe moi, Americans are strange,” Alexei’s voice rumbled from behind you.

You straightened, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes as you turned to face him. “You think we’re strange?”

“Da.” He nodded solemnly. “Is like watching two squirrels fight over same nut.”

“Pretty sure Bucky’s the nut here,” you muttered.

“Da. And your brother… big angry squirrel.”

“Sounds about right.” You sighed, glancing down the hallway where you could still hear the distant echoes of John’s yelling and Bucky’s laughter.

Alexei patted you on the shoulder, his grin wide and toothy. “Do not worry. I keep them from killing each other.”

“I’m pretty sure if anyone’s going to kill anyone, it’ll be John killing Bucky.”

“Da, da. Bucky will be fine.” Alexei shrugged. “Metal arm, very strong.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think a metal arm is going to protect him from John’s wrath?”

Alexei’s eyes twinkled. “Nyet. But is fun to watch.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “Should I get popcorn?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“Is too bad.” Alexei sighed dramatically, like a child denied a treat. “Very entertaining. Maybe next time I make bets.”

You blinked. “Bets?”

“Da!” Alexei nodded enthusiastically. “Who will win—Angry Squirrel or Annoying Nut?”

“Alexei,” you said slowly, a grin spreading across your face. “You’re evil.”

“Only little bit,” he agreed, then gave a playful wink. “I keep them in line. You go. Relax. Be pretty, like sister who is not dating big squirrel.”

“I’ll try,” you said dryly, smiling despite yourself.

“Go! Go!” He waved you off, then turned on his heel, striding purposefully down the hallway after John and Bucky. “Okay, boys! Enough running like chickens! You want to fight, you fight big Russian! Come! I am ready!”

You watched, still grinning, as Alexei’s deep, booming voice echoed through the base, drowning out John’s angry shouting and Bucky’s laughter.

It seemed that your secret was out in the most ridiculous way possible. But you’d take it, insanity and all—because, somehow, amidst the chaos and yelling and chase scenes through the base, it felt like everything was going to be just fine.

Even if it meant Bucky getting his ass kicked by your overprotective brother… right after Alexei had his fun, of course.

[fictionalmenxyn]

☼𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☼

Pairing: Rafe x cargirl!reader

Warnings: language (mentioned once) inappropriate/suggestive talking, making out and Rafe slaps your ass once (also I haven’t got the best of car knowledge I know car model names but nothing to do with the insides of the cars 😭😭)

-–——-

You pulled up to the country club parking lot, parking you finally finished project. You held a proud smile to your face ever since you finished your car, so almost four hours. You got out of your car, taking a quick picture and sending it to Rafe with the caption ‘outside and waiting 😁’ he quickly replied ‘we’re on our way rn!’

Soon enough emerging from the entrance of the country club. Rafe, Topper and Kelce appeared. You jog over and practically leap into Rafe’s arms. He smiles and pecks your lips “hey baby, let’s check out this car.” You grabbed his hand and guided the three of them over to your newly modified Toyota GT86. It was hardly feminine compared to your friend’s cars. But you didn’t car. You were into cars since you were a child. Your father/mother took you to car shows as much as possible. Also taking you to nascar and drag races whenever they were near enough to drive or fly a short flight.

You were forever grateful for the money you and your family had. Being able to modify a car costed a lot. But you could afford it and not have damaged wallets.

You motioned to the car “her she is!” Kelce let out a low whistle “Damn, Y/n, nice whip you go here” Kelce ran his hand over the hood.

Your car was eye candy to them. A stone grey Toyota GT86. Small but sleek spoiler on the back. A nice sounding exhaust on the back. The interior had LED inside, along with a small screen to use for music and other things. The black leather seats all new and fresh.

Rafe spoke “sweet car, baby” you smile “thanks, take a look inside, then you can pop the hood and take a look at my work.” You smiled proudly. Rafe opened the car door and sat in the drivers seat. He twisted the keys in the ignition and you all heard the engine come to life. The exhaust roars and crackles then muffles. The boys were ecstatic. Topper sat in the passenger seat as Kelce leaned over and looked inside the car “gotta say, Y/n, this look amazing since I last saw it.”

You laughed “maybe it’s because the last time you saw it, it was gutted out and completely bare??” He smirked “fair point, but still… looks great now.”

Rafe reached under the steering wheel and pulled the small lever to pop the hood. You smile and stuck your small fingers under the hood and lifted it up; putting the stand under the hook.

The boys all walked around and stood next to you, looking at the insides of the car. “Jesus, Y/n, got some gear in here, eh?” You smiled at Topper’s comment. “Only the best of the best, you know how I am with cars.”

Rafe put his hand on your hip as he leaned over and took a closer look “damn, babe, you got some serious engine right here.” You nodded “thanks, that took the longest, my dad and I took like… one hour? Just to get the engine in.” Topper let out a low whistle.

Rafe walked over to the back and open one of the back doors and looked at the backseats. Kelce grinned “what you looking for? Room to fu-” “shut up Kelce!” You smirked at Rafe’s quick interjection.

You hung out with the guys at the country club after they took a look at your car.

And yes the boys did ask for a ride home, and yes, you did let them.

You got into the drivers seat and buckled up. You turn the keys in the ignition and the car roared to life once again. Rafe sat in the passenger, Top and Kelce sat in the back. You put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Rafe leaned back into the leather seat and sighed. He turned his head to look at you as you kept your eyes in the road.

He thought it was so hot, his girl, driving a modified sporty car. Not some pretty little fiat 500 like most girls your age does. He liked that about you, you wouldn’t expect it from him. But he loved it about you.

Seeing you behind the wheel, looking smaller than you would in a fiat 500. He was also grateful that you had knowledge of cars. His legs would’ve been crushed every time in your car if you liked smaller cars.

He smirked “hey, y/n/n? You still staying over tonight?” You nodded as you stopped at the red light “yeah, why?” “Can we go on a late night dr-” “yep” he smiled to himself as he turned to look out the windshield.

Topper and Kelce talked with you as you continued to drive. You eventually dropped both of the guys off, leaving you and Rafe alone.

The car was in a comfortable silence, Rafe’s hand was on your thigh the whole car ride. His cold rings against your hot tan skin as you wore your shorts. He grinned to himself. You could see him in the corner of your eye “babe? Why’re you smiling like that?”

“Just thinking of ways to break in the car”

You rolled your eyes knowing his head was way too far in the gutter as he had been smiling to himself for more than five minutes.

“You seriously wanna do it in here? Your truck is bigger.”

“So? It’s cooler in here.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Am I laughing, princess?”

You saw him lean forward in his seat and tapped his fingers against the small screen on your dashboard. You raised an eyebrow when you saw him put google maps up. “What’re you doing?”

“Just drive there, it’s our spot…”

“You better pay for McDonald’s if you make a mess in my new car…”

“Oh I’ll buy whatever you want, baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes, but still drove to your spot. You parked up, Rafe wasted no time. He crashed his lips into yours as if he hadn’t seen you in months, even if it’s only been a few hours. Both of your lips moved in sync. Rafe was quickly asking for entry when he slid his tongue against your bottom lip, you accepted. His hands were quick to grab at your clothes and remove them, he grinned “backseat, baby, c’mon..” as you leaned on the console to climb into the back. You felt a sharp sting as Rafe connected his hand to your ass cheek. The things that boy made you feel… HMM…

Yep, you broke in your new car…

And yes, he did buy you both food after. Then had another round in his room later that evening… the man had needs. Like always… he had your eyes rolling… for both reasons…

Have a good day/night all! 🫶

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Ace's Story - 3

Source for pic

Firestarter 3

Word Count: 4300

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader, slight NSFW (It's mature, not explicit), slightly sugestive behaviour, flirting, jealousy, frenemies, sexual tension, miscommunication, unresolved tension, slight angst, slow-burn, romantic comedy vibes, alternate universe modern setting, swearing, drinking, fluff, feelings realisation, denial of feelings.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You intended to have some alone time, to reflect and heal, but your childhood friend's older brother, Ace, seems to be there just to upset that fragile peace you're striving for. He's a flirt and a womaniser. But why does he also have to be so handsome and perfect? And how long can you resist his charms?

Notes: Are you guys liking the story so far? I'm almost done writting it. It will be around 10 chapters, maybe 11. If you wish to be added to a tag list, say so! Thank you!

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“How was the run, bug?”

“Fine.” Grumbling, you drink a large glass of water and start biting down on an apple. “What do we need to do, today?”

Shanks sees your foul mood and deftly avoids it, enumerating all the menial tasks that need to be done. Not only on the property, but also in the house. 

“Okay, I'll take the inside of the house, you get started outside. Fair?”

Shanks nods as he reaches for his straw hat. 

“At lunch we'll discuss your surgery. I've given you enough time.” Your voice is stern and you almost sound like your mother. Shaking that thought away, you grab your supplies and get started. Cleaning the house has always allowed you time to think, and you're in desperate need of that. 

The bathrooms aren't that dirty since it's really only the two of you in the house and, surprisingly, Shanks is pretty clean. So, as you scrub the shower, you start to think about Ace. He's the epitome of the boy next door. With all the repercussions of it and all the girls that come with him as well. And despite your mind telling you constantly that you should not be with him, you can't help your body from desiring him. 

You even consider giving in to temptation and getting with him, just for fun, so you can finally get him out of your head. But that's just stupid. And counterproductive. So you scrap that thought. 

But you still revisit that ‘friends’ idea. You have fun with him and you could use some fun in your life. You just need to stop thinking about him carnally. How hard can that be, really? 

Just on cue, your phone buzzes and, after finishing the shower, you remove your gloves to read it. 

Dinner? Friends have dinner together. You both need to eat. But you have to make sure that it's nothing romantic. He needs to understand that. Or that you're not just one of his usual girls. He needs to understand that as well. Yet you seem to be taking a while to answer, so he adds another thought. 

You exchange a few more texts to get the hour and arrange to meet him since he's going to be there sometime in the afternoon. What should you wear? Well it's just a friendly hang. You don't need to wear anything special. 

Maybe you should call Nami… but that is a double-edged sword. Do you want to involve Nami in this? You know she'll be all up in your business with incessant questions and… Groaning you dial Nami's number and set it on speaker as you use your nerves to tackle the toilet. 

“Hi, girl!

“Hey, Nami, you busy?”

“Nope. It’s actually my day off, and Vivi managed to escape her City Hall duties earlier than expected, so we’re hanging.” You smile into the toilet. You had met Vivi over online calls but you had yet to meet the real thing. She is Nami's girlfriend and an angel for putting up with her fiery attitude. 

“Send her my love. Can you help me?”

“What is it, sweetheart? 

You sigh, but ultimately decide to treat this as if it was a band aid. Just rip it and scream after. 

“Well, Ace invited me to hang with him at the firehouse so he doesn't spend his shift alone. Pizza and movies.” You ignore the high pitch squeal on the other side and are already regretting all of the life-choices that led to this moment, but you continue. “It's a ‘friends’ thing!” You emphasise. “I just need to know if you have any tips on what I should wear? For a friendly hang!” You need to reinforce that notion. 

All credit where credit is due. Nami doesn't squeal anymore on the phone, though she can't quite disguise the amusement in her voice. 

“Honey, can I come over after lunch? We can choose together.”

“Oh, no, no. I can't intrude on your time with Vivi!”

Nami giggles on the other side. “I'll bring her along! And some of my clothes too… Talk later, hun!”

Crap, you shouldn't have called Nami. She's going to bring the skimpiest clothes ever. 

-*-

“That's too much, Nami!” You whine and kick the high heels away from you. “It's a friendly thing! I'm wearing sneakers! Help me out, Vivi.”

The blue-haired girl giggles and shows Nami an apologetic smile. “She wins, Nami. Simple is better in this case.”

“Fine!” Nami concedes with a pout and you sigh exasperatedly. You're tired of trying on clothes and you still need to take a bath. “But you're not passing out in thigh-high socks or shorts!” She squeaks. “I know that showing your thighs like that will drive him crazy.”

You roll your eyes at her as you set aside the chosen outfit. It's not that bad. You won, it's simple, yet cute. “I don't want to drive him crazy.”

“Sure, honey. And I don't want to earn money.” 

“Unrelated.” You bite back. 

“Still, both are untrue.” She winks as she gathers the skimpy outfits she brought while muttering that she'd make you wear them on another occasion. “What about your hair? We could-...”

“No, no! It's fine! I got it from here, Nami. Thank you so much for your help. Vivi, thank you for coming, your help was precious in handling Nami.”

She giggles and agrees. Both girls tell you to have fun tonight and Nami begs for a text with an update when you get home. Even if it's in the morning, and she double winks when you remain stoic at her joke. Before your bath, you go downstairs to accompany them and have a quick word with Shanks, who avoided surgery conversation at lunch like a professional. 

You wave the girls goodbye and then saunter to the living room, where your father is watching some sports game on TV and scowl while clearing your throat. 

“Oh, bug! The girls left? I thought you were going out for dinner?”

You blush slightly. “I am, just not with them.”

He mutes the TV to look at you with a raised brow. “Want to tell me who you're going with?” He raises his hand in the air. “Only if you want, baby, I know you're an adult now.”

“It’s just a friendly dinner. Ace wants to show me the firestation and we’re going to eat some pizza and watch some movies.” You seem to be finding it quite hard to hold your father’s stare.

“Ace?” His brows knit together but he nods. “Okay, be careful.”

Your head cocks to the side instinctively. “With what?”

“Just… it’s a dad thing, okay? Be careful!” He gets flustered and unmutes the TV but you’re still not done, so you position yourself in front of the screen on purpose. 

“The surgery, dad.”

Closing his eyes, Shanks sighs and turns off the TV. “Okay, let’s talk.”

-*-

You’re blow drying your hair after a quick shower while humming to a song. The talk with your father went as well as expected. He refused the surgery and you probed him so hard with questions that you finally understood he is simply afraid of becoming even more impaired than he already is.

You assured him that everything would be alright and that the condition his back is in is going to leave him impaired anyway and, after some coaxing and perhaps a slight hint of coercion, you managed to convince him to schedule a time with Dr. Law so he can give you both a step-by-step of the surgery, to assuage any fears you have remaining. 

You stare at the time and curse. You have about ten minutes to get ready and leave the house before you’re officially late. Finishing your hair, you apply very light makeup and then proceed to dress in the outfit that gave you a headache during the afternoon: jean shorts, thigh-high black socks, and a fitted black t-shirt with the most appropriate lettering for the occasion - ‘Firestarter’. You had almost doubled over laughing when you came across that shirt from your collection. You finish the look with your black and white sneakers and some bracelets. 

One last look in the mirror makes you shrug your arms and sigh. “It’s a friend’s thing. Stop overthinking it!” You growl to yourself and leave with a hasty step.

“Bye, dad, see you later!” You hear him rushing to the door of the living room and stare at you, his arm under his chest as if he was crossing it with his missing arm. You blush and add. “There’s lunch leftovers in the fridge if you want. Bye.”

“Bug.” You stop with the door open and turn back with a soft smile. “You look great.”

“Thanks, dad!” Your smile widens and you step out. “I really have to go, love you!”

You hear a soft ‘love you too’ before you close the door behind you. 

Luckily, your car - that’s now fixed thanks to Kid - doesn’t give you any trouble starting and you arrive at the fire station at the aforementioned time. Parking the car and taking a deep breath, you walk to the door and knock softly, phone already in hand in case he doesn’t hear you since the firestation is huge! It has three rolling garage doors for when the trucks need to exit and it looks old, its red bricks faded by the sun.

He must’ve been standing right on the other side of the door because it swings back and you are greeted by a smiling Ace.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

His smile falters as he sees you and you notice his eyes lingering on your exposed thighs. Nami was right. You want to giggle, but you remain composed. 

“Hi Ace.” Your eyes also linger on his muscular chest. You're used to seeing him without a t-shirt so you’re not quite sure why that black, fitted shirt makes him even hotter. 

“Wow.” He mutters. “You look… damn! Firestarter, indeed.” He chuckles nervously and you raise an eyebrow. Has the player run out of moves?

“Thanks.” You stand at the doorway awkwardly while he’s still hung up on how you look. It’s quite flattering, actually, and you are glad you took Nami’s advice. “Should we get inside?”

He gasps and moves away from the threshold. “Yes! Come in! I’ve already ordered the pizza, Deuce should be here any second now.” You nod and get inside while looking around. You enter some sort of reception area, so he leads you inside.

“This is the day room.” It’s a larger room with a big table, some chairs, a TV and a grey loveseat. “We’ll be watching a movie here.” He smirks as the doorbell rings. There’s a doorbell? You missed it. “Oh, it’s Deuce, I’ll be right back!”

“Wait, Ace! Let me give you some money for the pizza.”

“Are you kidding me?” He snorts. “No way.” Then he dashes through the reception room to get the pizza. You hear some sort of discussion but you can’t make out the words. You’re curious, but you don’t mean to pry since Ace acted as if he knew the pizza guy, so you entertain yourself by watching a case with old photos and trophies. 

Until you hear a hushed, ‘no, Deuce! Oh, come on!’ and a rustle of feet approaching. You turn to the door to be met with a grinning tall man with blue spiky hair and carrying two boxes of large pizza.

He chuckles and settles the pizza on the table, his eyes never leaving you. “Hi.” His grin widens and Ace enters the room with a scowl. 

“This is my idiot friend from school, Deuce. Deuce, this is…” He stammers and you take over.

“The idiot brother’s friend from school.” You tell him your name and extend your hand to shake it, but he smiles, takes your hand and places a kiss on the back, making you blush from the surprise.

“Delighted to meet you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Alright, okay, that’s enough. Bye, Deuce! Don’t you have more pizzas to deliver?” Ace grabs Deuce by the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him, making him let go of your hand.

“If you get tired of Ace, I’m great fun!” He replies, making you chuckle as Ace pulls him even harder. He’s halfway through the reception when you hear him exclaim: “You were right, Ace, this one is something!”

“Shut up, idiot!” 

The smile vanishes from your face as you stare at your reflection in the trophy case. ‘This one’ he had said. As if it’s a regular thing for Ace to bring girls to the firestation. Cute girls, apparently. Girls he actually wants to kiss. 

You sigh and shake your head as you hear his footsteps approach. No matter. You were only here for a movie and pizza. Nothing else. 

“Sorry about him. Deuce is a good friend but he’s a dick sometimes.”

You smile as Ace grabs some paper plates from one of the drawers and opens one of the pizza boxes. “Soda or beer?” 

“Soda’s fine.” You answer as he takes out two cans from the fridge. “What do you want to watch?”

Ace insists on watching a horror movie, thinking it might scare you, but turns out he’s the one doing most of the jumping. You eat three slices of pizza and Ace finishes the rest of the boxes. The man sure can eat.

Ace sits on the floor to eat the pizza, but as soon as you are both done, he climbs to the sofa, stretching as he does it to make it seem like his back hurts. You lean down, intent on removing your sneakers so you can get more comfortable on the couch when he gasps.

“What the hell is that on your arm?” He points and you eye him with a raised brow.

“What do you mean?”

“There!” He points again at your left forearm where there’s a big purplish bruise and you smile at him.

“Oh, this! It was from the other day. When I was almost hit by a car. It barely hurts.” You wave your hand dismissively but he grabs your arm to examine it closer and you clench your jaw. Why are his hands so hot?

“I did this?” He murmurs while his index finger ghosts over the bruise, creating a little trail of goosebumps.

“Well, yes, but, technically, you saved me so-...”

“I’m sorry.” He looks really apologetic, his eyes never leaving your bruised arm. The loveseat is pretty small so he’s really close to you and you can almost feel heat coming off of him. It’s not just his hand that is warm, it’s all of him. How is that possible?

“Ace, it’s okay. Really.”

He removes his eyes from the bruise and raises them to meet yours. You could close the distance between both of you with a mere blink, such is his proximity. His hands are still reaching and holding your arm, so he’s already leaning all over you and, once again, you feel some sort of magnetic pull. Some animalistic desire that makes you want to kiss him.

Your eyes dart down to his lips inadvertently, and your breathing accelerates. 

Friends, friends, friends!

Your mind keeps screaming at you, but his smell is inebriating and you want to drown in it. You want to drown in him. 

You’re just another girl. You’re just another girl.

He’s close, so close. 

The horror movie on TV unleashes a jump scare with a loud sound and this time, for the first time during the whole movie, you jump and get up abruptly. “Bathroom. I need to use the bathroom.”

Ace takes a deep breath and scratches the back of his neck. “It’s that door over there.” He points and you nod. You don’t really need to use the bathroom. But you needed to get out of his hold. Quickly. 

-*-

The mood returns to relaxed and normal when you return. You sit on the couch, having removed your sneakers, and sit with both legs bent to the side. Ace seems to find the seat small, so he stretches an arm over the back, behind you. 

The oldest trick ever. 

“So how come you still live with Mr. Garp?” You need to cut this sexual/romantic tension so, what better way to do it then by creating tension with his existing family member. 

You sense the change in his demeanour but his eyes never leave the screen. “It… just never happened.”

“Luffy and Sabo left. Is your grandpa ill?”

“No.” You sense his discomfort with the situation so you don't probe anymore. If he wants, he'll tell you about it. Which he does, after a moment. 

“I screw up a lot.” You turn to him. The seriousness in his tone conveys his real feelings and you hang on every word he's willing to give you. “I always have. I never had perfect grades, I just got by. I didn't go to college and I never joined the Marines like grandpa wanted.” He sighs and his gaze remains fixed on the TV though the ending credits have just started rolling. “I don't have any goals, I can't keep a steady relationship and, even if it looks like it, I don't have my life together. Grandpa doesn't believe I'm capable of great things. And it's true.”

Your eyes bore into his, but he doesn't turn to you. Swallowing a hard lump on your throat, you nod slowly. This man doesn't let his life move forward because he doesn't believe he is worthy of it. Garp had other plans for his grandson's life and, apparently, laid his frustrations upon Ace. Who now cannot escape this life on his own. 

“But you are capable of great things, Ace.”

He scoffs. “How do you know? I've changed! And even so, we hardly even talked before you left.” He doesn't mean to be hurtful, but it's true. 

“You're right. But here's how I remember you: A caring big brother who watched over Luffy when they got home from school and made sure he ate plenty of fruit with his snacks; A protective big brother, who caught Luffy with a broken lip and didn't rest until he found the bully and forced him to apologise; And even if it went against your aloof and bad boy persona, a loving brother who knew how to comfort and show love to a boy who needed it.”

His eyes finally turn to you. They're downcast, but you're sure he absorbed everything you said. Perhaps it is the beginning of a healing process for him. You can only hope so. 

“Thanks. I… I needed that.” He still seems lost, so you hold his hand and entwine your fingers with his, giving him some slight pats on the back of the hand. 

“Anytime you think you're not good enough or not capable… think of me, okay?” You grin and wink at him. 

Finally there's a hint of a smile on his face and that manages to warm you up. It felt nice to speak with him without him trying to escape the conversation with funny remarks. 

His thumb starts to trace gentle patterns on your hand. “I'm already thinking about you all day, what's the difference?” You want to believe him. His smile is genuine and you can almost perceive a small embarrassed look. But you can't really believe in him. The notches under his belt are too heavy to ignore. 

“I'm sure that works with all the girls.” You scoff and point your head at the TV. “Movie's over. Can you show me around?” You let go of his hand and lean down to put on your sneakers. 

“Yeah.” He replies dryly. 

-*-

He's shown you the locker rooms, the comms room, the small bedroom with two bunk beds, for when they spend the night, and now you're both standing in front of the pole. 

“Wanna do it?” He grins. “We need to get down so I can show you the truck. It's pretty cool…” He tempts you. 

“I don't know…” You eye the thing suspiciously. Technically, it's not hard. It's just sliding down. 

“I'll go first and I'll catch you if anything happens.” He assures you but you're still weary. “As much as I would love to catch you, I doubt you'll need it. You're so brave, courageous, strong-...”

“Eugh, stop that! Fine. I'll do it.” You giggle excitedly and he claps before grabbing the pole with both hands. 

“It's not rocket science. You grab, and you go down.” His voice descends as he slides down and you chuckle. Your nerves are getting the best of you. 

“Okay, okay, I got this.” You grab the pole with both hands. “Grab, and go down.” You do a little jump and squeal as you slide down. Ace is there to catch you but he was right, you don't need it. Though he still places his hands on your hips, just in case. 

“You're a natural.” His breath kisses your eyelids as you look up to meet his gaze. 

Magnets. 

But you need to reverse the polarisation. You need to be repelling, not attracting. 

“Thanks.” You whisper back. 

Reverse the poles. 

You walk away from him and act amazed at the huge space the trucks are in. It's a garage with firefighting equipment and two trucks and an ambulance. “It's huge!”

“Yeah I get that reaction a lot.” He chuckles and you can't avoid a snort. 

“You're quite cocksure.” 

“I sure am!” He keeps grinning and you laugh out loud. “Come inside.” Opening the door to one of the trucks, he, once again, sets his hands on your hips to help you up. Does he have a thing for hips? Because it sure seems like now you do! Everytime his strong hands grip you, you shudder and gasp at the feeling. It leaves you wanting more. How would his bare hands feel against your bare hips? 

Friends, damnit! Friends! 

Right. The truck! “So many buttons.”

He sits down in the driver seat and leans back. “Want to play the siren? It's quite fun!”

You look at him with half a smile, fairly tempted. “No, we shouldn't. We might give a heart attack to some senior citizens.” You grin. 

He still shows you where the button for the siren is and what the other buttons do. But after a moment in companionable silence, it's his turn to ask you a difficult question. 

“Why did you want to get married so young?”

It takes you by surprise as your face whips towards him, holding his gaze. He's serious again. “I… don't know, exactly…”

It's your turn to focus your eyes somewhere else and you choose your hands as you fidget with them. 

“It seemed like it was the right thing to do. My mom married my dad after high school. So when Ichiji proposed, I thought I should do the same.” You snort. “Look how well that worked out. To my parents and to me!”

Ace rests his head against the headrest and crosses his arms behind it, making his taut muscles bend and flex and you regret having looked, so you return your stare to your hands. Your innocent hands. 

Ace is very sinful. 

“I think it did. Both ways, actually.”

“What?”

He turns his head your way, slightly. “Clearly your parents weren't made for each other. I remember hearing them fight all the way to my house.” You can't help but agree with that. Both your parents were a lot happier and more civil with one another, actually, once they separated. “And your ex, clearly, was not meant for you. I mean… It takes a special kind of dumbass to cheat on someone like you…”

You fight against your better instincts. You should know better than to be swayed by his words. He's a player. He's got moves. He's got the right words. 

And they freaking work. 

Because you are a mess right now. Your heart keeps fluttering against your chest with all the sweet things he's saying and you've been rubbing your thighs together since he grabbed you by the hips when you descended the pole. 

Clearly you want him. You want him so badly. 

But you can't! Because you were never a girl for casual relationships and Ace doesn't do serious! He said so himself. So you sigh, do a little more rubbing and try to focus on grounding yourself. 

Off-limits. Off-limits. 

“Thank you for tonight, Ace. It was fun. I should get going.” You move so you can leave but he sets his hand on your forearm. 

“Are you leaving already? Did I do anything wrong?” Your stomach tightens and your chest aches. 

“No, Ace. You did everything right.” Leaning in, you give him a quick peck on his face. Then you turn and jump out of the truck. “I just have to go. I need to help dad, tomorrow. It's late, I'm tired.”

And you need to get away from him. 

He nods with a silly little smile on his lips. Your kiss helped make him realise he did nothing wrong. 

“Okay, sure. I'll walk you out.”

And after you gather your things from the day room, he walks you to the front door and into your car. You keep thinking that a goodnight kiss would be very nice. But you already gave him a very innocent kiss on the cheek and that should be enough. 

It's not. 

So you say another goodbye and enter the car. Your heart feels both heavy and light. It's a weird dichotomy that leaves you wanting more. Ace is fun and easy. But he's not boyfriend material. 

And you seem to have started to develop feelings for him. 

And that is not okay.

[eclipse-has-come]

- Every step you take, I'll be watching you

part 1

A/N: Hello, I’m back with another part! Once again, i have no beta reader and i’m not a native english speaker so there might be some weird mistakes 😭 This chapter is mostly John’s past and his feelings about reader! I thought it was important to see things from his perspective, i hope you enjoy! Warnings: There are desriptions of murder, guns and war in this chapter (but that kinda comes with the territory). John might come off as a bit creepy but he's just a lonely guy :(( also parasocial relationship vibes

When John Price first died, he didn’t even realise what had happened until he heard his footman’s yell. Poor Kyle, seeing his captain with a bullet between his eyes must’ve been quite the traumatic experience.

Price wasn’t expecting the general to go this far but- well, he was playing with fire wasn’t he? Three years ago, in 1857, when the rebellion started, the queen sent out her best soldiers. John was included in the bunch. Loyal to the crown as he was, he rushed to battle, defending his country.

During his service, he got acquainted with three other men who were unfortunate enough (they wouldn’t agree with that statement) to be placed under his command. Simon Riley (a man so mysterious that one could even call him a ghost), John Mactavish (a Scottish warrior with a loud disposition) and Kyle Garrick (a young man looking to prove himself). The four of them bonded, ‘brothers in arms’ - that’s what Mactavish called them anyway.

Half a year into their service, a skirmish changed the trajectory of their lives forever. General Shepherd’s poor decision led to Johnny (“Aye, with the two of us, one of you’s bound to make a mistake callin’ us nae? Call me Johnny!”) getting heavily injured. ‘Two days’ the medics said, that’s how much the poor man had to live. 

In the end, he spent two months in the nurse’s care.

By some miracle the bullet just grazed his skull. Captain John Price didn’t consider himself particularly hotheaded, better to be patient and make calculated choices than to end up with regrets or a bullet through his heart. He was raised to be obedient so even as a child John had great respect for and would never dare to deliberately disobey his superiors. This, however, was a step too far - even for him.

For the first time in his life, Price cut his strings and made his own choice.

When Johnny was cleared by the nurses, they did not join Shepherd back on the battlefield. Instead, John took his men and sailed back to Britain. All of them received a less-than-happy letter from the General but it was easy to ignore (at first) with how peaceful their life got.

Simon took on the role of the cook, his previous experience of being a butcher making him quite an extraordinary fit for the role. His dishes would make anyone salivate, they were always perfectly seasoned and prepared, Kyle would say that Simon makes meals fit for the queen.

Johnny became the Head Gardener, as the injury caused him too much trouble to do anything physically taxing. Everything man made was either too loud or too bright, so the peacefulness of nature was a great reprieve. So with the help of the Scot, the desolate and grey garden soon took on a new look, filled with lush greenery and colourful flowers.

With his need to please and earn praise, Kyle made a wonderful footman. He knew John’s schedule down to the smallest details, such as only taking his tea at 7:06 sharp or refusing to eat anything other than an English breakfast as his first meal of the day. He would accompany his lord on any outings, his handsome looks and open nature made it easy for him to strike up new connections or better deals.

Price would never admit it but he had grown quite fond of his men. He had accepted that he would never have a family back when he first joined the army (what woman would wish to live in constant uncertainty?) so when the boys came along, he felt as if he suddenly gained three sons he never would have expected to have. The once too-quiet-and-empty halls took on a life of their own and everywhere you went you’d hear Scottish yells or quiet grunts.

That happiness- it made him soft. Too soft, so much so that he failed to realise just how fucked he truly was. Turns out Shepherd wasn’t too happy with just sending them a few scolding words. No, the general was much too cruel to let them off easy.

The fog was heavy the morning It happened. When John lit his cigar by the window, he couldn’t see anything but grey for miles; Kyle knocked on his door and informed him that breakfast was served. The routine went as usual, thus it made the next thing that happened even more shocking.

When Price sat down at his desk ready to read the newspaper in peace, he was greeted by a gun at the back of his head.

“John.”

He recognised the voice immediately.

“General” Putting down the paper gently, he folded his hands on his lap. He heard the perpetrator behind him grip the gin tighter.

“You couldn’t have truly expected to get away with it- right?” Shepherd paused, as if contemplating what’s left to say. “You were better than this John.”

Price merely hummed, not willing to entertain the other man. “We both were”

“If you want to beg for your life, go ahead, I’ll gladly wait.” 

Price let out an amused huff.

“Wouldn’t do me any good.”

The general stayed quiet and raised his gun higher; John heard a loud shot and then-

Silence.

-

His funeral was beautiful, his boys made sure of it. The only ones present were them but still, that was more than enough. The coffin was surrounded by flowers, John laughed about the fact that it was probably the first time he ever received any.

His first week as a ghost consisted of him following his men, making sure the estate was in good hands. They took their duties seriously, sometimes they even spoke to him as if he were there with them. He always replied but- well, no one ever heard him.

When the boys started getting older, he would try to make their lives easier. Move the cane closer to Johnny’s bed while he sleeps, rattling the cupboard to make sure Simon remembers to take his pills or even picking up items since Kyle can barely bend down with his bad back.

He knew they couldn’t see him but they still thanked him out loud every time. It’s as if they could feel his presence, as if they knew he was there, watching over them. His heart was happy and when their time came, he waited with bated breath for them to join him but-

They never did.

Price was left alone. His men moved on but he couldn’t seem to do the same; and with them gone, his purpose was lost too. He spent years occupying the empty home, thinking of a solution. 

No one bought his home after the late soldiers departed from this world, he wondered whether that was because of who it belonged to or just because of the sorry state it was in after the boys died.

Years of lone walks and no one to talk with made John realise that being a ghost was plain lonely. He felt miserable wandering the empty halls and knowing that he might never see his close friends again made it even more difficult. 

Losing track of time proved easy in such a desolate building. His only companions were bugs crawling on the walls and his own thoughts, he had no way of keeping up with the world. Not that he really wanted to, his time had been over for a long, long time.

Finally, after an unknown number of years, a man and his family joined him in his residence. He overheard that it was now 1939 and a second World War started (there was a first one?). John’s first instinct was to pack up and fight but- he wouldn’t be much help in his state. He could already imagine bullets passing straight through him and hitting some poor sod behind him.

John watched as the head of the family left for war, wishing it was him instead as the wife and son cried after him. The scene broke his heart and he knew that if he had gotten married and started a family, this is what it would have looked like. He knew he made the right choice to not start one back then, as he could never imagine himself leaving his hypothetical wife and child behind. 

In the end, the man never came back. John was the sole man to witness the son grow up, start his own family and continue the legacy.

Time passed and before Price knew, he had witnessed generations live and die in his home. He didn’t know how much he missed the hustle and bustle in his home until it came back. The chains around his heart lightened their load when he heard the giggles of children and conversation in the kitchen.

Over the years, he tried to subtly signal his presence to the different residents of his home but all of them were met with fear or disbelief and so, he stopped. He would rather have the families be comfortable and unaware of him than be left alone again, his heart couldn’t take it. 

The years passed, the world was slowly growing too unrecognisable for John. New inventions seemed to appear every day but he could still barely comprehend the existence of phones (and they were invented back in his time!).

The latest owner of his building was the lone descendant of the poor lad who never came back from war, a grumpy old man (who rivalled even John with his impressive moustache) that was convinced the house was haunted. He wasn’t wrong of course but John didn’t purposely make his presence known so it was curious that the elderly gentleman was sure of his existence.

He rarely visited because of that fact, causing the place to slowly grow into poor condition. Mold-covered walls and broken floorboards was an everyday sight now, which saddened Price greatly. Although the residence hadn’t been truly his for a long time, he was still the one that built it; and he would much rather see it fall into capable hands than to grow into disarray.

His silent fuming seemed to have been answered when a lone woman entered through the front door one day. Still young but too old to be the old man's grandchild, so who was she? Price was both curious and cautious, as the owner hadn’t visited for a while before her arrival.

The beginning of their relationship (if you could even call it that) was rocky, to say the least. 

At first, John was convinced she was a squatter and was determined to run her out, scaring her by creaking the stairs and pushing objects off of tables and desks (he did however feel a smidge of guilt when something shattered in one of the boxes he nudged; he was taught to never disrespect women's belongings after all).

It was only after she bought the paint and tools, that he realized what was really happening. The poor girl had bought his home and was intending to renovate it back to its original state. Instantly his guilt skyrocketed to insane heights, never before had he felt this embarrassed for misjudging a person. 

John had a new mission now: to help the wonderful lady as much as he can; starting with trying to assist her with her projects. What John didn't expect is the he seemed to fumble like a school boy with a crush. The woman was beautiful, with her lively eyes and quiet remarks. He particularly enjoyed her habit of talking to herself, it made him feel as if he was a part of this, as if he was real, at least to her. 

His crush admiration caused him to become soft for her, evident in his inability to focus. When he tried to move the heavy paint can closer to the wall, he got his foot stuck in the handle and proceeded to fling the whole thing on the wall while trying to get it out- not his proudest moment, he admits. He was even more embarrassed when the lady seemed discouraged after seeing the mess.

After a few more tries which ended in disaster (lodging a stray pebble into the front window- plus a few others he'd rather not name), he decided that his attempts to help her were only making her life harder. He ceased his unhelpful ministrations and decided to observe her progress, silently encouraging her.

She made quick work of the place and before he knew it, the first floor turned into a cozy antique (well, modern to Price) store. John walked through the aisles of beautiful trinkets, they reminded him so much of his previous life and how it used to be.

He didn't realise it until now but he missed his past more than he thought; years of loneliness made him numb to just how good he had it and what he lost.

This quiet epiphany gave him food for thought, about how he didn't wish to be alone once more. Sure, the families filled the home but they didn’t truly care (or even know) about him. He wanted someone to acknowledge his presence, to treat him like a person and not a silent observer.

He wanted it to be her.

The woman who stumbled her way into the empty house and made it her own, she didn’t know it but it meant so much to him. Over the months of her getting used to the new environmet, he had grown fond of her quirky nature. He didn’t even know her name and yet, he knew exactly how she took her tea or how much time she spends on laundry since she doesn’t enjoy doing it.

He felt a bit guilty that she was unaware of his silent observation but his happiness outweighed that. Besides, he would apologise to her soon enough.

He won't- no, he can't take another hundred years of loneliness. He promised himself he wouldn't interfere with her affairs anymore but the urge is too strong. She wormed her way into his head and heart with her endearing determination and kind eyes. He knows she’d make a good friend.

He made his move a week later. The poor lady was tired after seven days of hard work ('That should be your husband's job Darlin’.’ he thought to himself) and decided to enjoy a nice hot shower. Now, John is nothing but a gentleman; sure, he might be entering a woman's bathroom but it's for a good cause! He’ll make it up to her anyway.

He had been selfless his whole life: serving his queen and putting his men's safety above his. His afterlife was the same, consisting of helping his home's tennants and being a quiet observer. He was done pretending to live in the past, living in the moment is all that matters to him now. His whole life he wanted to have a domestic life but his sense of responsibility wouldn’t let him commit to anything other than war.

John is tired; tired of being a leader, tired of being a mere trick of the eye and most importantly, tired of being alone.

He just hopes the kind woman will see it that way too, he thinks to himself as he writes on the fogged up mirror.

[hotcheetogirlluver]

I was wondering if you can do a Levi x Reader where it's a calm romantic setting? fluff pls! (i'm new to your account) also it's post war Levi! after the war please, and give him his tea shop he's always wanted thank you :')

A/N: I really like this one it seems more romantic than the other ones I've made. i really enjoyed making this one. it made me appreciate life for a second. please requests more everybody, I love writing your guy's ideas. there you go new reader, enjoy 💗

Summary: You and Levi have always loved each other. Deeply. Now that the war is over and Titans no longer roam the Earth everyone is at peace. But not fully... Which one of you will confess their feelings first?

WARNINGS ⚠️: none

Romance++++++, Fluff+++++++

(y/n): your name

I also suggest going on Spotify and searching up the playlist, "liminal" for this story. its perfect for this one.

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The sky was filled with many colors all blending together perfectly making it look like art. Orange, pink, some red. Pink clouds all gathered, floating absentmindedly in the calm sky. The sun, making its way to hide behind a mountain, still outshined all the lights that were on in random homes.

Sometimes it was a question if humans lived in that reality. The now, peaceful reality. No Titans to be seen. One could finally live their life in a calmful manner. It felt almost unrealistic.

The streets were empty, making the scenery look even more beautiful without people passing through every second.

The cool breeze grazed Levi’s cheek and made his bangs swing. He stared at the sunset dying down with a cup of tea in his hand. It looked like he was stuck in a gaze the way he was staring out into the sun. His eye looked glassy, the sky’s rich deep colored beauty reflecting in his eye. He held his cup of tea up to his lips and drank some of his warm tea. When he lowered the cup, a small sigh escaped his lips.

Having to fight for everything he had currently, the simple word appreciation was not suitable for what he felt. He was glad to finally be relieved from Titans.

He could almost see his fallen comrades joining the sunset, smiling at him and nodding in respect. His heart suddenly felt heavy.

‘I will always remember each and every one of you.’

His eyes turned soft and he stared as they all waved a final goodbye and joined the sun, hiding behind the mountain fully.

Levi couldn't bring himself to look away, as the darkness seemed to take over the once colorful sky. He felt something sit on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance as he looked to the side to see (Y/n) and her hand on his shoulder.

Her..

His soft look in his eye stayed still.

“That was truly beautiful wasn't it..” She breathed out, also starring where the sun used to be.

He looked back, seeing tiny little dots in the dark soothing sky. Their dim brightness replacing the sun's warmth.

“It still is.” Levi spoke. The corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly. A small smile on her calm features. The breeze brushing her smooth skin. Her hair moved side to side as the wind pushed it softly.

“Yeah… it still is.” She breathed out quietly.

They stayed still for a long moment just admiring the sky. Both lost in their own thoughts.

She was his everything.

(Y/n) (L/n). She served in the Survey Corps with him, and they didn't become friends right away but as time went on the friendship began slowly. Slowly, and slowly as time passed Levi started to think she was actually quite.. beautiful.

When the war started, Levi lost all of his closest friends. Except one. Her. She survived but the war seemed to haunt her in a way also. He now owns a tea shop. A popular one to be exact. She didn't work there but she still helped him clean up the shop every night.

Levi stared down at the ground now.

He was at true peace with his life.

But the only selfish thing he wished for was to be her's.His love for her had grown over the years, something that was not expected from him.

He didn't even know he was in love with her at first, until Hange pointed it out. Levi sometimes thought, ‘what if Hange survived the war?’ …. Where would she sit with her life? He knows if she were still alive he’d continue to go to Hange for advice on (Y/n).

He took a deep breath in. Cold air traveling to his lungs.

“Let's go inside Levi. It's going to get cold,” A quiet voice spoke behind him.

He didn't respond, only nodded.

He grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and started pushing them forward. (Y/n) tore her eyes away from the sky as she walked inside the shop.

“Every table and counter is wiped down, the floors are swept and mopped, and the dishes are all clean.” She walked to her jacket she left on the counter.

“I..” Levi stared at the especially clean floors.

“I didn't ask you to do that (Y/n) and you know it.” It slightly irritated him that she always cleaned the shop at night. It's his shop, he should be the one doing the hard work.

She put on her jacket and stared at him.

He was simply… gorgeous. His war scars.. were something traumatic but beautiful. His blind eye was nothing to be ashamed of.. because she saw it as beauty he had to him. His bangs he had since his younger years framed his upper face and cheekbones made him stand out handsomely.

(Y/n) smiled softly at Levi. “I know.”

Her tired whisper made Levi look at her.

“Then why do you still clean? You come back everyday to just clean the shop at night. Why?” She shrugged half heartedly, and continued smiling tiredly at him.

“I like being near you,” Levi’s eye looked slightly more awake now. They both stared at each other. (Y/n) staring at Levi full of admiration and.. love. Levi staring at (Y/n) with shock.

“.. Why?” His voice went quiet. In the silence, repetitive small thumps were heard. Perhaps.. his heart.

“Because..” She started. Her eyes having a shadow in them yet some sort of light was twinkling in there.

“Your Levi Ackerman. I'll always want to be near you.” Levi felt warmth fill him. His gaze traveled to the ground.

“I'm Levi Ackerman. The exact reason why anyone should not want to be near me.” She stood still for the shortest second.

Then she walked up to him. (Y/n) crouched down and tilted her head slightly to meet with his pretty eye.

“That's not true. And you know it..” She wanted to reassure him. He knew but it felt like he was doubting himself once again. He just.. He could never forgive himself for letting his comrades die. Levi’s eye looked elsewhere after it met with hers.

“You have to stop pushing me away, Levi. I always stick with you, you know that.” She set her hand onto Levi’s. Heat crawled up onto Levi’s neck and the warm flow of blood rush filled his cheeks.

“I know.. and I hate it.” Her eyebrows scrunched up slightly in confusion and a little bit of hurt. Levi noticed this and continued to speak.

“It's hard to understand why you want to spend your life like this. Putting up with me and cleaning up after me and my mistakes. You could be traveling all around the world right now. I'm just holding you back.” Her hand slipped under his to hold. Levi looked up at her and then to his hand. He almost flinched as she interlocked their fingers together.

“Stop telling yourself these things. I know I can travel around the world. I know that. Stop acting as if you're a burden, and I ‘have’ to put up with you. Because I don't. Out of everywhere on this Earth I would rather be with you because there's no one like you. I adore and appreciate you Levi, and I’m glad we have each other.” (Y/n)’s cheeks turned a light pink and her warm hand held onto Levi’s with such gentleness.

“(Y/n)..”

“I should get going. It looks like it's about to snow.” (Y/n) stood up and pulled her hand away from Levi’s. Levi’s hand quickly held onto her wrist just as she was about to walk away from him.

“Stay here then. I have a room upstairs.” (Y/n) blinked and felt her cheeks warm up on their own.

“That's okay, you need your rest. I'll be back tomorrow,” She was about to walk away but the grip Levi had on her wrist was firm.

“What if I want you to stay?” Levi turned a light shade of crimson as he tried to speak with a clear voice.

“.. W-What?” (Y/n) gulped nervously, her lips parted and her eyes widened.

“What if I want you to stay with me? (Y/n) I…” Levi looked down as his firm grip slightly faltered. His eye looked up at her. His features had a soft look to them.

‘Here goes nothing..’

“(Y/n). I want you to stay with me because..” He shook his shyness away and looked at her again. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were staring at him, waiting for him to finish what he started. And she held this look of.. love?

Love? Did she love him too?

Levi said nothing more but let go of her wrist, and slid down to the palm of her hand, gently holding it in his. His rough hand held her soft hand up to his lips.

A shy kiss to her knuckle.

It felt like the only thing that could be heard was the pounding of both of their hearts. (Y/n) only watched as Levi interlocked their fingers together again.

“Marry me (Y/n).”

“Levi,” She quietly breathed out.

“Marry me.” He repeated and she couldn't speak. Her flusteredness made her breath halt.

Levi awaited her reply with a flushed face.

She snapped out of it once she realized Levi must’ve been waiting for a couple of minutes. Her heart beating as fast as a rabbits, filled with warmth.

“Yes,” She nodded slowly.

His eyes widened, not actually expecting her to say yes.

“Yes?” He questioned.

“Yes,” She smiled and her shaky hand held tighter onto Levi’s.

He pulled her into a tight hug. She sat on his lap, while he hugged her with all the passion he could manage. Her eyes filled with shiny tears and they rolled down her face as she hiccuped.

“(Y/n).” He pulled away but held onto her still.

“What's wrong?” She shook her head and used the heel of her hand to wipe away her tears. Her cheeks growing warm again, as she smiled.

“I’m just so happy. Ya know?” She hiccuped again and Levi couldn't stop himself as he leaned in and pushed a small kiss to her lips.

The saltiness of her tears mixed in with the sweet taste of her lips. She kissed him back and brought one of her shaky hands to wrap around his neck. He deepened the kiss as he tilted his head.

The happiness flowing through the both of them made them feel at peace.

Love surely was a powerful thing. After being in love for many years and not doing anything about it (Y/n) was finally truly and genuinely happy.Snow fell from the sky outside, and hit against the shops windows which both of them didn't see to notice.Almost all of their friends died in the war. Before the war. The two of them missed them with heavy hearts sometimes but.. they had each other. And now, they will live together in peace, for all of their fallen comrades.

(Y/n) and Levi both were laying on his bed in the room above the shop. The fireplace upstairs heated both of them up as they were under the covers. (Y/n) rested her head on his chest as she stared into the fire blankly with almost hooded eyes. Levi stared at the ceiling as he breathed in softly. His chest would rise and fall every few seconds making (Y/n) calm.

“Can we stay like this forever?..” She whispered, the fire’s brightness reflecting in her eyes. Levi held onto her with a somewhat tight grip.

“No.. I have to open the teashop tomorrow, precious.” Her heart ignited at the nickname but she only began to smile small.

“Well then.. for tonight then? And every night after this?” It was quiet for a moment until he spoke in a quiet voice also.

“It would be hard not too once we’re married.” She closed her eyes.

“You were serious about that?” His eyes felt heavy for the first time in forever.

“How could I not be serious about that?.. I’ve always thought marriage is stupid. But.. I want you to be mine for the rest of my life. My love for you isn't a joke.”

(Y/n) opened her tired, now hooded eyes. Still staring into the fire..

“You can at least take me on a couple of dates before y’know.” He smiled small at her words and quietly chuckled.

“Okay.” She inhaled and softly exhaled.

"Does this mean I'm hired now?" She teased.

"I'll check with the manager tomorrow," Levi responded making both of them laugh quietly.

Then there was a moment of silence. Both of them getting sleepier the longer the seconds passed.

“I love you, Levi.”

Levi continued to stare at the ceiling. Feeling complete with her and her words.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Her eyes shut and the crackling of the fire calmed her to sleep.

“Always..” He shut his eyes too and held her closer.

[peach-and-bugs]

Hey! I was hoping to request a dialogue request for teen van with 9 and/or 11. Fluff would be great but if you want to add smut that’s fine lol

🧡Nose-Goes - Van Palmer x fem!Reader🧡

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: Practice goes wrong and you're left with a lot to clean up...

Warnings: blood, broken bones/injuries, wound cleaning/patching up w/ fluff, very quick mention of periods/PMS, implied sexual conversation

Word Count: 2,394

A/N: Hello Loves! this was such a cute and definitely wanted request. I had two people ask for this number with Van specifically! Van is such a cutie and I was very happy to write this for her. She actually comes quite naturally to me to write. not much more to say on this one, so as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

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You were not in the mood for practice today. Not for any particular reason, but today just didn’t feel like the day. You just felt so gross for no reason! Maybe it was that time of the month again. You weren't sure, but you still needed to go, no matter how much you wanted just to leave the locker room without a word. You were thinking all of this while filling your water bottle with a mopy look on your face. That is til you were grabbed into a surprise bear hug from behind that made you shriek. There was an unforgettable laugh that flowed into your ears and you groaned as you were released, only to turn around and punch your attacker in the arm which only provided more laughter. 

“Fuck you, Vanessa Palmer!” you yelped as you attempted to hide the smile that began to grow, tugging at your lips to reveal your teeth. Some of the other girls began to peek around the lockers momentarily before returning to what they’d been doing. Van only grinned, suppressing her laughter as she wiped tears from her eyes. 

“Damn, that was so good! You really screamed that time!” you rolled your eyes, picking up your water bottle that had now spilled into the fountain, ruining all your work. 

“Yeah, not like you’re familiar with that,” you murmured so only your companion could hear despite the echo the locker room had. Van wiggled her brow and grinned, but a mild blush still filled those freckled cheeks she had. Probably from her ego. 

“Oh you know and I’m damn proud,” she said, her chin practically resting on your shoulder as she whispered in your ear. 

“Well keep acting like that and you won't hear it till next semester,” you raised your brows high and gave her a grin of your own. Her hands subtly found your hips and she shook her head. 

“Eh, I know you. You’ll come around. There ain't a guy in this school who can do what I do,” you tilted your head then turned your eyes down to your water bottle as you screwed on the lid.

“Who said anything about finding a guy?” you promptly walked away from her and back to your locker to grab your towel before heading to the field. But you did catch a glance at the goalie, lips parted as she tried not to leave her mouth agape. You knew she hated that idea but in a sexy way. You smiled knowingly at her but darted outside before she could say anything about it. You were still grinning when you took your place in the group circle for stretching next to Shauna. The brunette glanced at you, noticing your grin, and tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention.

“You good? Heard you scream in there,” she nodded her head towards the locker room door just as Van made her grand entrance. You chuckled again and nodded, twisting your back to loosen up before leaning down to touch your toes. 

“Oh yeah. I just got her back for that is all,” Shauna gave you a knowing look and nodded. 

“How’s all that going anyways?” she asked in a whisper as you both leaned down. 

“Oh, you know. As well as you’d expect,” you played coy, not wanting to give too much away. 

“And she’s good?” Shauna, always curious asked. You gave her a simple, wordless look, and her brows raised. “Damn, good on you,” she chuckled with you. Shauna was the only person, if anyone, who knew of your “relations” outside of soccer practice with Van. It hadn’t been on purpose. She’d walked in on Van kissing you in the locker room lang after practice when you hadn’t expected anyone to come in. thank god it had been her rather than someone like Laura Lee. The girl was great and all, but had she seen she’d likely have called for hellfire to rain down then and there. She was cool about it and kept that secret safe for you both. You suspected others might have picked up on it, but Shauna was the only one to know in detail. 

“Alright ladies, time for drills,” Coach Ben interjected, bringing out the balls for practice and putting an end to stretches. “We’ve got three weeks before it’s time to start thinking about nationals, so let's bring out A game, alright?” you lined up for basic net aim to practice shooting and to help Van with blocking. You hung back in the line with Shauna while Jackie went first, watching quietly as the other girls had their go. Jackie was blocked rather quickly and didn’t seem all that happy with it. She joined the line again behind you with an irritated look. Next was Tai and then Lottie, who all got blocked just like Jackie, who now had a furrowed brow and a firm frown with crossed arms. 

“Damn, Van’s really on it today,” Jackie huffed. 

“Good. We need her focused up,” Tai said simply with a shrug. 

“She seemed mad when I went,” Lottie chimed in. Shauna gave you a knowing look and you chuckled to yourself, leaning into Shauna's ear to whisper. 

“She’d not mad. She’s bothered, shall we say,” Shauna suppressed a snorting laugh and covered her mouth, but you could see the smile in her eyes. 

“y/n, eyes up!” Coach yelled. It was your turn and you hadn’t been looking. 

“Right, sorry,” you said, moving up to get into position. You made fleeting eye contact with your goalie with a smirk on your lips before focusing back on Couch, who kicked the ball your way. You made a mad dash, moving to the left of the net before switching up last second to nip the net in the right corner. It made a satisfying swishing sound and Van nearly nosedived into the dirt. There was a quiet cheer with unceremonious applause behind you and you jokingly took a bow, enjoying the praise. You turned to Van, who had gotten back on her feet and was smearing dirt across her cheek. You wrinkled your nose with a smile, saluting her as you jogged to the back of the line. She finally loosened up, smiling and shaking her head before focusing on her task once again. 

Things didn’t go wrong till you were doing your classing 4v4 drill. It was you, Tai, Laura Lee, and Natalie against Jackie, Shauna, Lottie, and Allie. The field had been made smaller with cones moving the endzone up. It was simple and you’d done it a million times. Just get the ball into the other “team’s” endzone, but each player only got three touches on the ball. It was all about synchronization, speed, and timing. You were on you’re third run of the drill by now and you’d gotten into a good groove with your team. Maybe that had made you cocky. 

You started simple. Tai scooped the ball on the whistle and drove it down the field as far as she could. After her three touches, it was passed to Natalie, who drove it farther down. She was prepping to pass it on to Laura Lee when Shauna slid in out of nowhere, knocking the ball out of the way and into Jackie, who quickly passed it to Allie but was intercepted by Tai again. The ball was far too close to your endzone for your liking, and while there wasn’t a goalie for this exercise, you took it upon yourself to stay close to the endzone in case of an incident like this. Tai was prepping to pass the ball back to Laura Lee or Natalie, both being in range and ready, but as she started the pass, Allie did a running slide and- smack. 

You have no other recollection of what followed other than a blur of black and white, and a loud crackling, crunching sound before you even realized you’d hit the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, everything spinning around you as the ringing in your ears subsided and you heard muffled voices of concern, but especially Van cursing quite aggressively. You refused to open your eyes as you bit your lip hard. 

“y/n, can you hear me? Hey! Help me here, I need her to sit up and lean forward as much as she can!” you heard a squeaky, high-pitched voice yelling beside you as someone slid in behind you, helping you move up and leaning forward as instructed. You realized this was Lottie as you started opening you’re eyes. You felt crowded around you, that is till you noticed Van nealed in front of you, reaching out to cradle you’re facing in her palms.

“ok, chin up and take a breath for me. You’re tuning purple,” she instructed. You let go of the air you'd been holding in your mouth with a shaky groan. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding your breath. 

“Misty, go call her mom,” Coach instructed.

“What's her-” the blond started. She was right beside you, you noticed now given how close her voice was. 

“I’ll go with her,” Shauna pitched in, thankfully knowing your home phone number. It only then clicked. You'd broken your nose, maybe. It was so hard to tell with things like this. You looked down at the grass between your legs at the small pool of blood forming from the heavy stream coming from your nose. You reached up a curious hand to touch the unseen injury, crossing your eyes for some kind of image. It still wasn’t registering, given the adrenaline rush you had going on. You heard Lottie hiss beside you, her hand on your back. 

“Oh no, don’t…” she murmured, but Van took care of it, taking your hand in hers before your fingers made any contact with your nose. 

“Let’s not do that, ok?” she used her gentle voice with you. You’d always liked that.

“How bad is it?” you finally managed to ask. 

“Well, you kinda look like shit. You also busted your lip,” Van chuckled. You managed to reciprocate and sat up more as the bloodstream subsided. 

“Why thank you,” you tried joking, but you started feeling lightheaded. 

“Ok. Van take her to the locker room I’ll have Misty bring you some ice when she’d done with the phone. And help her get her things, alright?” he seemed quite irritated with the whole situation. Van nodded and let go of your hand in exchange for hooking her arm under yours with your arm over her shoulder as she helped you hobble to the locker room without falling over. Lottie followed behind to grab your things. Allie, who was standing off over by the bench turned her gaze from you as you passed. 

“Here, lay down on you’re back. And breathe through your nose for me, ok,” Van instructed once in the locker room, sitting down beside you. She helped you into a lying position with your head in her lap. Lottie left your water bottle and towel on the bench beside you while Van helped you lie down. “Hey Lot? Can you get me a wet rag?” Van asked, her hand absently running over your forehead and hair. She wasn’t hiding as well as she normally did at the moment. But in your lightheaded state, you didn’t mind it. Lottie nodded, disappearing for a minute and returning with a wet rad as requested. Van nodded her thanks and smiled ad Lottie left quite quickly, leaving you alone with the redhead. 

“Look at you, nurse Vanessa. Never thought you the type,” your voice was horse suddenly. Van chuckled and rolled her eyes. 

“I’ve had enough sports-related injuries to know what's up. I’m gonna dab some of this blood away and cool your nose down for the swelling till we get that ice. That alright?” you nodded. The rag was cool on your nose, but it was enough to have you feeling the pain now. “Damn, you took that like a champ, huh?” she murmured as she wiped away the last bit of blood crusting around your nose. You shrugged, hands folded on your stomach as you looked up at her. 

“I didn’t even have time to react or feel it,” Van smiled again. Her free hand moved to caress your jaw, brushing loose hair from it. Her fingers brushed against your throat where she could feel your pulls beating. She wasn’t hiding the intention well. She dabbed the rag at you’re lip. 

“Allie should have planned that better,” she mumbled. 

“I don’t think Allie thinks about stuff like that,” the ginger scoffed. 

“Yeah, and one day it’s gonna get her seriously in the shit,” 

“She’s young. She’s got time to learn,”

“Well, she better learn quick,” you couldn’t help laughing, then hissing with a cringed look as the involuntary scrunching of your nose sent a shockwave of pain over your face. 

“Hey, careful. And where’s misty with that ice?” Van cooed, her brow knit in worry. It was so sweet of her, honestly, the tenderness and concern mingling in her gaze for you. You couldn’t help smiling up at her. “What?” she asked, noticing the look. 

“Will you kiss me?” you asked in a low tone, almost a whisper. She paused, moving the rag away from you’re face. 

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you more…” she argued against the voice in her head telling her how she wanted to say yes. 

“Then be gentle,” you insisted. “You will. You’re always gentle with me,” Van smiled and sighed, giving in. She leaned down, her lips sideways against yours. She kissed softly. Too soft for your liking. You reached up your hand, hooking it around the back of her neck to pull her down further. Her free hand caressed your forehead and she chuckled against your swollen lip. The added pressure sent a mild pain through your lip, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed the feeling in a mildly masochistic way. She pulled away first but lingered to smile down at you, admiring your eyes. 

“I’m gonna have to be gentle with you for a while, aren't I?” she mused. You shrugged, brushing your fingers over her cheek. 

“Yeah, but we both like that,” her only reply was a hum before she leaned back in for another taste.

[deadbydad-writes]

Hi Angel🖤

I wasn't sure if from your list multiple parts were allowed to be chosen but could I get a Brothers Best Friend Mechanic Miguel x plus size f!reader with a breeding kink preferably infront of the fire place??

l won't set anything up for you,if you're not comfortable writing body types then you can totally omit it,however if you're cool with that - please make reader a confident and fiesty girl who has zero issues going toe to toe with Miguel [ he can be a jerk - aka he doesn't know how to convey feelings or attraction and goes about it so so wrong].

I'd be so grateful to receive a piece from you, i enjoy you and your art.I'm truly shocked nobody has requested from your extensive list!

I wish you all the best in your writing Love, may it continue to receive lots of love and support ✨️

I. Fucking. Love. This! But I didn't do chubby! reader because I'm not comfortable writing body stuff yet, but I will always mention breasts, cunt, stuff like that, just not about the body specifically. Hopefully in the future I will be comfortable with writing that stuff, but for now I hope this is okay!

Your brother had made it very clear that you were not allowed near Miguel O'Hara, his best friend since middle school.

Your brother would always say that you were too young to date a guy who's nineteen, even though you were eighteen and a senior. He would always tell you that it would be weird for him to see you and his best friend together, let alone breathe in the same room.

But that didn't stop you from talking to Miguel when your brother wasn't around, but it would always lead to him being a jerk to you even though all you did was try to ask him about his day or ask him how he is doing with working on his motorcycle.

You honestly didn't know why he was an asshole, but he didn't know that you always stand up for yourself and fight back.

It was hot when when your brother made you come with him over to Miguels place, even though he never did and hated the idea, but he had to since he was going to work late that night and he didn't want you to be by yourself.

You were old enough to take care of yourself, but you were too tired to argue.

When he had dropped you off Miguel was working on his car like always, you swore that something was wrong with it every time you saw him, but you never said anything about it.

You let out a sigh and slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way into his garage, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. He looked up at you and turned his attention back to the engine of his vehicle, a scoff escaping his lips as he shook his head.

"Why did your brother decide to drop you off here?" He asked with an annoyed tone. "He never said anything to me about this."

"He has to work late tonight, said he didn't want me to be by myself," you replied and set your bag down and sat in a chair in the corner of the garage.

"Makes sense, you're too stupid to take care of yourself," Miguel chuckled under his breathe. You rolled your eyes and rested your elbows on your knees.

"You're one to talk," you said with a glare. "All you fucking do is work on your damn car all the time."

Miguel let out a frustrated sigh and stood up and looked at you, his expression cold and annoyed as he stared at you, grabbing a rag and wiped off the oil on his hands.

"You're a brat," he stated. "Always complaining about not getting what you want, it's honestly childish of you."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You stood up and walked over to him, standing in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest as you looked up at him.

"You know what I mean, princess," he answered with a growl, reaching his hand up to grip your chin so you were looking at him. "You don't know when to shut the fuck up or leave me alone, it's annoying."

You glared up at him.

"If you want me to shut up so badly, then fucking making me," you said with determination to get him to leave you alone for the rest of the night.

What you didn't expect what Miguel roughly pressing his lips against yours and to push you until you were laying on the hood of his car, your eyes widening in shock at his actions.

This was wrong, you told yourself, you promised your brother that you would stay away from Miguel, but...your brother wasn't here and wouldn't be for the rest of the night....so one time wouldn't hurt.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you kissed back, your nails digging into the back of his shirt as you closed your eyes and gripped his hair with your other hand.

You felt his growl against your lips and his hands large hands run down your sides and unbutton your shorts, roughly tugging them down your legs and throwing them across the garage, not caring where they went.

You sat up on your elbows and watched as he got down on his knees and took off your panties, stuffing them into his pocket, the action making you blush.

Miguel quickly buried his face in between your thighs, his tongue instantly licking your clit with a growl, his fingers digging into your thighs which would definitely leave bruises for a couple of days.

"Miguel," you moaned and grabbed his hair with your hand, the other covering your mouth as you realized the garage door was open and that someone could see you. Didn't help the fact that everyone basically knew your brother and they would surely tell him if they saw.

Closing your eyes and arching your back off the car, you grinded your sopping cunt against his face, a moan escaping your lips but stifled by the palm of your hand. Yes, you've had sex before but nobody has ever been this talented with their mouth or tongue, you swore that this was the best experience you've ever had.

You knew that you weren't gonna last long, not with the way Miguel was sucking on your clit and drinking up your juices like it was the last think he would drink in his life, not with the way his tongue was thrusting into your pussy, and not with the way he growled against your folds which made a shiver run down your spine.

You let out a quiet moan as you came on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as you let go of his hair and laid down on your back, throwing your arm across your face as you caught your breath.

Miguel stood up and took your arm away from your face and kissed you again, this time it was slow and gentle as you sighed against his lips, the taste of your release on his tongue. His hands cupped your jaw, his touch gentle making a blush across your cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I...went too far," he whispered against your lips.

"It's okay...I liked it," you said and slowly sat up, Miguel moving out of the way to give you room as you pulled your panties back on. There was an awkward tension in the air, neither of you looking at each other.

"Why are you always so rude to me when I try to be nice to you?" You asked, breaking the silence as you turned your head to look at him with a frown. You watched as the male let out a sigh and run his fingers through his hair, his free hand resting on his hip.

"I was scared of my feelings," he muttered, still not meeting your gaze with his own. "My feelings that I like you...more than I should. So I thought that being rude to you would make you leave me alone so I would get over how I feel towards my best friends sister."

"Oh..." you said and looked down at your feet, biting your lip as you prosessed his words.

"Well, if it makes anything better," you started nervously. "I kept talking to you, even though my brother said not to, because I've had a crush on you for about three years. I wanted you to like me back...Guess you do though.."

Miguel finally turned his attention towards you with a surprised look before letting out a series of laughs.

"What's so funny?" You walked over to him until you were standing in front of him.

"Nothing," the male said with a chuckle. "Just that were both stupid."

You chuckled in agreement.

"So, wanna go out?" Miguel asked with a grin, his hand finding yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. "I'll take you to dinner."

"How about just a movie," you said with a giggle and kissed his cheek. "My brother will get over us being together, hopefully."

Miguel let out another chuckle and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so he could press his lips against yours once again.

Your brother can hate this all he wanted, but you and Miguel were happy, and that's all that mattered.

This could have been better, if it isn't obvious I have never written cunnilingus before so it probably isn't that good. But I hope you liked this, it's not my best work but I loved writing this. I honestly had an idea for a part two of this where Miguel and the reader get married or well engaged and the readers brother just fucking hates that.

If you want me to I would love to!

[aachria]

once again writing as im reading yk how it is

You apologizing in the notes for a longer chapter will never fail toget me hyped and sorta nervous 🧍‍♀️

SABO AND LUFFY REUNION I LOVE THEM

"So did you (get taller) , thank you for staying alive long enough for me to know that" aachria the writer that you are 😭 you always manage to make me emotional

Snakebite/fangs sabo my beloved ALSO SEPTUM PIERCING SABO??? HIM HAVING A SHIT TOM OF PIERCINGS??? AACHRIAAAAA. WRITE MORE SABO CHAPTERS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

"…Who the fuck picks a prosethetic that looks like Sans from Undertale???? " Sabo the man you are

AACHRIA. PLEASE. IM AT THE "ACE TO BE EXECUTED" PART. WTF. WHAT WHAT WHAT 😭 UHM. I knew my ass was being too hopeful about both of them being there 😕 i shouldn't have trusted you.

If Ace dies. I'll cry. /th. You'll cry too so please don't kill him 🙏‼️

NOOOO ED DONT BLAME YOURSELF ITS NOT UR FAULT YOU WERE LIKE ⅘S DEAD ATP FR

THE VIVRE CARD OMG AACHRIA PL3ASE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US HOW COULD YOU 😭😭

"I can’t save him. I can’t save him, I can’t save him I CAN’T SAVE HIM I CAN’T SAVE HIM— " ricky when i catch you Ricky. I dont wanna call this foreshadowing cause that might give you ideas and i predicted quite a bit of stiff right. So i predict Portgas D. Ace will Live.

MONKEY D. LUFFY THE MAN YOU ARE 😭

I want you to know i cried at the Luffy comforting and forgiving Ed part 😕

" “How can you say that?” I croak, trying to find any hint of dissension in his expression. “How can you not believe it?” he counters." 😕😕😕😕😭😭😭😭 you're a bully

ED COWBOY HAT ED COWBOY HAT ED COWBOY HAT OMG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BUT IT WOULDVE BEEN BETTER HAD ACE BEEN THE ONE TO GIVE IT TO THEM IN PERSON ANOTHER REMINDER THAT YOU'RE A BULLY. A MEAN MEAN BULLY 😭

ACES NOTE OMG I LOVE HIM SM HE BETTER NOT DIE 😭

" Bit of a shit way to meet and in law but hi" and then no elaboration is so funny 😭

PLANNING FUCK YEAH I ALWAYS LOVE THISE SEQUENCES IN FICS

Did. Did failure make ed forget about the kuma sending everyone away thing? Or are they gonna try to put it off til after marineford??? Or is it just not gonna happen at all???

Ed repeatedly saying "i love competent people" with kore and more intensity 3ach time is so real what a mood

Jonah mentioned 🤭 love to see sabo and ace bonding

ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK

"Unquestionably" 🤭🤭🤭

im still worried abt wtf is gonna happen a propos the strawhats separation

Amazing chapter as always excited to see the next chapter that you might post on Wednesday THANK YOU SO MUCH ‼️

GUYS I PROMIE I'M NOT APOLOGIZING I'M MAKING A STATEMENT BECAUSE I'M A BIG CONSISTENCY GIRLIE AND I FIGURE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW GOING IN THAT IT'LL BE LONGER THAN YOU'D TYPICALLY THINK. LIKE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN READ A CHAPTER BEFORE GOING SOMEWHERE AND DON'T GET TO FINISH BECAUSE IT'S LONGER THAN YOU EXPECED. I DON'T KNOW.

but yeah getting you hyped and nervous is pretty much the intended effect.

I was trying real hard to keep faithful to the feelings from the canon Sabo and Luffy reunion while also not having Ace being DEAD as the driving force of the thanks (the ASL brothers thanking each other is something that can be so personal—) and I'm, if nothing else, content with where it ended up. Fuckin' love those two.

Nothing shows how much you love a character like giving them fucktons of piercings and just generally disregarding their canon design. He is my special little guy and I will make him strange and weird like he deserves and if that included stealing his fucking eye and making it more awesome and also poking a myriad of holes in his face, who's to stop me?

I am terribly trustworthy excuse you. I never said I wasn't going to do terrible things. I asked if you thought I'd do terrible things and I hoped I wouldn't do terrible things, but I never made any promises. Hheh.

I also make no promises not to kill Ace. For the record. But I will cry absolutely.

If there's one thing about Ed, it's that if they're given a chance they will martyr the SHIT out of ANYTHING. Like pookie please your saviour complex is showing.

I was so ready for someone to call out the recurring smoked fish joke like 'hmmmm smoked fish you say kinda of like SMOKE from something BURNING IS IT?!" and then that didn't happen and I felt vindicated. And please when have I ever used foreshadowing before. Doesn't sound like me at all.

Luffy is my hero you GO bestie COMFORT that idiot YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH—

Look that cowboy hat is fantastic and my catalyst for cowboy Ed, who can only get more cowboy cunty from here. Nothing say pirate quite like a cowboy.

Oh yeah baby Ed is very aware of Kuma. There's a bunch of you shits who were real concerned about them forgetting and to that I say the first little sequence of next chapter was supposed to be on the end of last chapter, but it was already too damn long so I had to split 'er up. It'll make more sense when you read it.

I LOVE COMPOTENT PEOPLE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Yeah.... the separation.........

Anyway yeah I didn't end up doing to Wed update because I had a bad week but there WILL be one this week ‼️‼️

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

um anyways so my brother is watching *shudder* fate and made the grave mistake of calling it a good show within my presence (honestly did he learn nothing from shadow and bone🙄) so of course i had to follow him around the apartment for seven minutes and rant about the gross, grotesque even, disservice netflix did to winx club.

first off, the world. what the fuck happened to magix? netflix what did you do to my house?! the best appeal to winx club was fairies and magic existing in a technologically advanced world that is usually almost always found in sci-fi. magix having flying cars and hover bikes and phones that make earth tech look ancient (thx tecna), and fucking laser guns subverted bloom’s expectations! she thought she would see dragons and wands and wizards because that’s what fairy tales consist of on earth AND IT MAKES SENSE BECAUSE EARTH’S MAGIC WAS DEPLETED BY THE WIZARDS OF THE BLACK CIRCLE AND FAIRY TALES WOULD REMAIN THE SAME WHILE THE REST OF THE DIMENSIONS ADVANCED! they took away magix for some harry potter, dark aesthetic vibe FOR WHAT!? where’s the color! where’s the joy, the whimsy?! bloom had fun when the girls took her around magix because it wasn’t what she expecteeedddd! the otherworld (how creative😒) is just like every other run of the mill magical world with dark secrets, cold stone castles, and mind-numbing rigidity. alfea was blue and pink and bright, and ya killed her for some hogwarts copycat, thx a lot.

next up, the most heinous crime in my opinion, bloom and stella’s relationship. ooooh i’m bout to tweak in this bitch. i watched the show’s like first 3 eps and remember nothing but bloom and stella’s relationship is not at all the same. they’re the best friends ok. the best friends. bloom saved stella from knot, she transformed for the first time thinking she was saving stella’s ring from the trix, stella was the one who introduced her to everything. they’re each other’s defenders. stella helped bloom when she was struggling becoming domino’s princess. if bloom committed murder via arson stella’s helping her hide the body. and what did netfucks do to this beautiful friendship? made them adversaries over a guy😐 sky of all ppl, that bland blonde, “mr. i’ll pursue a relationship with a girl that knows nothing about intergalactic politics and won’t know i’m engaged” ALSO keeping on track with their “change things that subvert expecations” netflix made stella into the exact type of character winx did not. this popular princess, fairy of the sun, is a mean bitchy girl? oh who would’ve thought, no one saw that coming. netflix you owe me compensation

NEXT! um where are my magical girl transformations😐 winx club the magical girl show, with magical girl transformations and banger music (harmonix has the best song fight me). what is this hand waving magic in civillian clothes nonsense. GIVE BLOOM HER SPARKLY BLUE CROP TOP AND GOLD WINGS NEOWWWW. glad the show is cancelled now tho cuz i don’t wanna see how they would’ve butchered enchantix

NEXT! the trix. oh my favorite witches. why why whyyyy would they make all three of them into one person and then apparently (according to my brother he’s terrible at describing shows tho so idk) SHE BECOMES GOOD? NO! the trix are meant to foil the winx. how neither group gives up but one fight to save the world while the other fights to destroy it. how both groups are sisters if not in blood. icy darcy and stormy did not serve cunt in season one to get meshed into some frankensteinian mess because netflix wanted to reboot a beloved kid’s show and then took way all the things that made it beloved😐

and finally, valtor. yes valtor or baltor depending on which version you grew up with. um what they did to him. who the fuck is sebastian and why is he in a baseball cap. valtor terrorized the world in a purple coat and luscious hair that he maintains with his carefully curated 22 step routine. he would NOT wear plain bland clothes with a baseball cap. BLASPHEMY!

anyways, yea netflix i hope you’re haunted by the dragon flame

[askanonbinary]

Hi, so I think I might be non binary, but im really confused. When I was younger, I sort of had this image for myself, I wanted to be a woman, with a man, and have kids, but now that I think about it, it never really felt right, I think I just wanted to fit in with society, I didn't really like anyone and barely even knew what gender was back then, and didn't know being queer was a thing. I mean i still dont properly tbh. Also what the heck even is gender, because, I mean, I don't feel right being a girl or a guy, and I know i feel more comfortable being a girl (I am afab) but at the same time being a girl doesn't feel right either. Like almost I prefer presenting as more stereotypically masculine but I prefer more feminine terms, like pretty etc, but my gender feels neutral. Is that valid? I mean i still prefer to be more girlish, so am i just faking it? Or maybe i dont prefer to be considered as a girl but ive just always been seen as one and i live in a cis and heteronormative society, and im only trying to be female so i fit in? I mean, i don't even know why I feel more gender neutral, considering I don't really even understand what classifies you as a certain gender. Also i don't like guys I don't think, I think I just used to think I liked them because I identify with them more, but then my first 'girl crush' turns out to be genderfluid/non binary, but I still like them, so how does that actually work. Like I don't really get how some genders don't feel attractive to me but others do? How do I not like men but like basically anyone else? And how do I even go about being queer, or figuring stuff out, or just maybe even acting more comfortably with my gender, im so confused? Im sorry if that sounds weird, I'm only recently discovering I'm queer, and don't really know how to go about it, plus my family aren't very understanding and I dont have many queer people around me that I can ask for advice, all the other queer people I know are only starting to figure it out too, I have no idea what or who I am yet, is that valid?

; well firstly I'd like to say you're going to feel confused for a while, because this is a new and confusing process. Often when someone grows up in a world with desires and expecations set by others ( get married, have kids, etc like you mentioned ) plus the additional how you should be / act ( be cis, be straight, etc, ), it's really confusing to then realize you don't fit into these very restricting boxes. And so genuinely, don't feel bad for being confused and for being complicated. Those are probably the most " normal " ( as in, common ) things you could be really. Difference is the most common thing there is, so don't stress that you don't fit into one or two neat little boxes ! No one really does do they

; secondly, how you feel about your gender vs how you like being referred to & expressing yourself are all three separate things, sometimes they're similar sometimes not. But if you feel neutral, but prefer feminine terms while also wish to present masculinely, then that's okay ! You're okay to be that and to feel that, totally okay. ( also side note: what " classifies " you as a certain gender is whether or not you want to be classified as that gender, simply speaking. You want to be nonbianry ? You're nonbinary. Want to be a girl ? You're a girl. Want to be a mix of both or three or four ? Then you're that ! And everyone is going to be nonbinary, etc, a little differently. There's similarities and common experiences but it's your identity, so it's going to be specific to you !! )

; thirdly, when realizing you're nonbinary ( and / or when beginning to question your gender at all ) often orientation comes after, and vice versa. ( I know that the moment I found out liking people other than men was an option, I wondered if being a man was an option too and then it simply took off from there and now I'm where I am today: just as confused as I was before much more confident that even if I don't always have the right label, I'm comfortable being me in whatever phase " me " is that day or even that minute, and if that changes then it changes ! ) So if you right now don't feel attraction to men, you don't feel attraction to men ! And I get it, knowing " why " or " how " you like one gender but not the other is confusing, especially with how diverse gender is in the first place. But just, trust that you know what you want, and stick to that while navigating all these terms and experiences !! You'll get through the initial panic, don't worry.

; and fourthly, it's not weird or anything: this is literally the place to ask questions about these sorts of things, and if anyone is going to understand your experiences even just a little it's going to be the people who went through / are going through them too. So no worries about that !! And if the people you're asking questions from answer back with a question themselves, you can find the answers together.

; and lastly: you're valid, your identity is so valid and it has been forever. No matter how confusing or complicated or different it is, it's valid. Even if you never 100% find a label / labels that describe you fully, you're still valid ! And your identity sure as heck is real, I mean it's your identity and it's right there. Seems real and valid enough to me no ?

; good luck figuring out your identity and everything else, and I wish you luck on being confused !! :]

- Mod Xela

[chaifootsteps]

Dont you find it hilarious (sad, depressing hilarious, not haha funny hilarious) that Vivs endgame was Stolitz, that was the ship the made front and center, but as soon as the show started, it just didn't really work, expecally with the concept of "Higher class demon holds something over lower class demons head that prevents him for doing his job, and they only way he lets him have it is by trading sexual favors."

But then, within one episode, we meet another character that instantly has more chemistry with the main character. Their interactions are amazing, their personalities match, they're on the same social class, and their relationships even fit the supposed theme of "Eat the rich." That Viv is going for.

But instead of exploring this or relooking at how she can improve the cannon relationship or even just adding a bit more shipping fuel for the fans, what does she do?

She buckles down harder on the current cannon ship as it is. She destroys her own character to make him so comically bad that everything that was previously appealing about him is gone. She pushes for her Canon ship to happen even harder and, in turn, only makes it worse. She turns the one half of the ship into a sniveling OWO soft boy who can do nothing wrong despite holding his supposed love intrests job over his head, and she makes the lower class character the bad guy for not wanting to be with him because he's treated as a glorified fuck toy and feels trapped within their relationship. She makes merchandise of the two in which on character looks terrified and uncomfortable when the other is around.

I'm not saying BlitzStrike should have been made cannon. I'm saying, why didn't Viv take what was good about BlitzStrike and put it into Stolitz. She didn't have to ruin Striker. She didn't have to Blitz the one in the wrong with the relationship. She didn't have to make Stolas innocent of everything and have him never change his views. But she did. Because she couldn't bare the thought that what she thought was an amazing ship might be flawed in a really bad way, and that there was another ship that had better interactions from the beginning. I don't think BlitzStrike is directly in charge of how Stolitz is now, but I defiently think it had a hand in it.

And that's why, regardless if what Viv does to Striker, BlitzStrike will ALWAYS be my favorite Helluva Boss ship

Yours and mine both, Anon. Vivzie can turn Striker into a Team Rocket character with visible stink lines all she wants, but nothing will take back that disgusting full moon deal scene, and nothing will take back the way Striker made Blitzo smile in a way Stolas has still never made him smile as of this writing. Blitzo found his damn soul mate at that festival and it sure as Hell wasn't the guy Blitzo imagines pulling him in on the end of a golden chain.

[sedgewick-gayble]

Okay, so it's kinda the same opposites that attract things Wick and Zib have going on, but almost even more so. I like to think that it plays into the idea of "pampered rich feline falling for a ragged and street smart stray."

You've got Wick, someone who came from a rich family, is currently fairly rich, was in law school, has a successful buissness, and tries to keep up his appearance as not only a law-abiding citizen, but also a straight, masculine man.

And then, you have Nico, a hijacker and former boxer who grew up in the bayou, and practically radiated masculine energy, and yet, would not hesitate to hit on a guy he found attractive.

Nico doesn't give a damn what society thinks of his or his attraction to men. He doesn't have to hide who he is to be seen as masculine, and Wick could both be jealous of that and admire it at the same time.

Not to mention the thrill, yet possible shame that could come from a relationship like that. Again, Wick tries to keep up the appearance of being a law-abiding citizen. Being seen with someone like Nico, who does not have a positive social standing, would not be a good look for him, expecally considering that, compared to Nico, there is no way Wick can keep up the appearance of masculinity hes built up. And yet, the sense of danger and thrill, the knowledge that everything about this is taboo in every sense of the word would only draw Wick in despite his shame of it all.

And there's not even just shame in the relationship, but also how it affects others around him. Even if you completely remove him and Mitzi dating, he clearly still cares about her. For him to date someone who works directly under Asa, the direct competitor to the speakeasy that Mitzi is fighting so desperately to keep alive? He would feel like he's betraying her in a sense. He has so much to loose from this relationship, but he can't help but be pulled in.

God forbid Nico if the one who takes notice of Wick and openly starts hitting on him, Wick wouldn't have a clue what to do, half his brain screaming at him to keep up his social, masculine appearance, and the other wanting nothing more than to give in, to say screw it and give in to his want to be with Nico.

RRRGH I'M GETTING INVESTED INTO A SHIP WITH NO CANON INTERACTIONS AGAIN!!!

This has the appeal of zibwick to me except the dichotomy between picture perfect upstanding citizen and poor seedy lowlife is dialed up to one THOUSAND and the angst (mostly on wicks half) IS EVEN HIGHER!!!

Now we just need a ship name.....

[bl-recs-and-reviews]

Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance? What makes them better? I did not mean anything negative, and I know everyone have their own like and dislike but I want to know your thoughts....

Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/tv series) romances better than western MLM romances?

Cool question! My answer is very similar to @wen-kexing-apologist but I'll try to bring a little more of my own personal thoughts to it

check out wen's post if you're curious about it tho, it is very well explained

I love BL more than het romance because of a number of very different reasons. But to put it simple, BL gives me the type of romance I want to see. Or at least it is the closest to the one I want to see.

First of all, as a woman I get very easily annoyed by female characters in media. Because they tend to be written very poorly. Especially in the genres of media that I like. There is a lot less misoginy thanks to that. I am very exigent with how women should appear and I have very little patience. In BL, the number of female characters is very small so I can easily ignore them if I don't like them. The relationships we see are between "equals". There is no difference because of their gender, and a lot less expecation by the society that surrounds them in how they are supposed to behave when in a relationship. Another point is that it breaks "the norm". Making a same gender relationship story still feels fresh, because there is so much that can be explored that has already been made a thousand times over in het romances. Give me supernatural stuff, horror, thrillers, fantasy, war, everything! Also, with a less present sexism more conversations can be made around societal expectations that don't have that man vs woman barrier. Another point is that I like to see men feel. I want to see men showing more expressions and feelings than they're usually allowed in mainstream western media. I want to see how men would have those conversations between them. In the end, to me BL romances are better because they are free-er, in a way.

Regarding your second question, to me it's the way they approach romance. It is a valued genre like any other (instead of a girl thing), and it put value in creating characters that stay true to themselves while falling in love with someone. It might be creepy, it might be weird, it might be toxic, it might be unusual, but they are not limited by convention. In the west there's a lot of worry about what can or can't be shown on media because of how morally good or bad it is. Lest we romanticize things that make people misbehave. However, to me. it is not the responsability of media to teach people about morals. It is fiction, it is made to entertain, and to make people think. Not to teach or to show a perfect society. Characters that start lecturing you on something that has nothing to do with them as characters, or with the plot just for the sake of proving that they are part of "the good guys" bore me to no end. Especially in romance.

Romance is about love. And love is a weird feeling that can surge anywhere. And that's what I find interesting about it. Give me the biggest weridos, the creeps. The villans that have to learnabout empathy but that also have a thing or two to teach about how cruel humanity can be. The sunshines fascinated by monsters. The creepy weirdos being entangled with creepier weridos. Asia dares to go there and shows the parts of it that are beautiful as beautiful. The west will go there to scare you or teach you about toxicity. And yeah, why not once in a while? But I want war criminals, not selfless heroes. I recommed you read stuff like MADK, Hikari Shinda Natsu, etc

But if we go from romance in general to BL, western mainstream mlm has a tendency to follow a flow of tropes we've been seeing for the last 20 years, and barely dares to step out of there. Gay men in western media are promiscuous, cheat on each other all the time, and develop toxic relationships and a constant will they won't they that gets tiring very fast. For the west, gay men can only have one type of romance (this is a broad generalization, there's a lot of cool mlm in western media but it generally does not belong to the mainstream). Asian mlm uses gay men in many more interesting ways. The stories they explore (as I was saying before) are much more appealing to my personal taste and give more variety to the type of men experiencing romance in them. (This is also a generalization because every Asian country does things differently and there's a lot more nuance if we were to get into it)

[collectivecloseness]

What are some of your domestic kurt headcannons?

Oh I have soooooo many, and I know I’ll defo think of way more after posting pfft. And thank you for asking I love domestic stuff haha! If anyone wants to ask any domestic things for other characters i write too pls send em in haha! (Under the cut bc it’s a long post)

SIMP. S. I. M. P. SIIIIIMPP! Kurt is a massive simp for you. He doesn’t even give a fuck. He’d get on his knees and call you mommy and upload it to YouTube if you asked him, he’ll literally do anything. Kurt loves you sooooo much. He’s also really happy to actually have someone in his life, one person who he actually has, and it’s someone as amazing as you. Anything you want, Kurt’s going to do for you, and he’s also going to show you just how hard he tried on his way :’)

Also, linking to this, Kurt thinks you can do no wrong. Sure sometimes he can get pissy, he can have arguments with you, mostly with him being the one in the wrong (aka Kurt stop asking me to film a sex tape, Kurt you’re the one who made my friends uncomfortable by asking follow for follow they’re not being mean, Kurt you’re literally killing people stop), but generally, when he’s not acting like a sourpuss, he believes this fully. If it’s you versus not him though, versus literally anybody else, then Kurt belives this. He’s your number one supporter! He’s said number one fan too, although you said you probably preferred the other phrasing. Doesn’t matter if you’re friends are right, if you are in a disagreement, Kurt’s taking your side while listening to you rant. He’s agreeing with you, and most of the time he’ll generally think you’re right because you’re you. He’s not just mindlessly agreeing because you’re his partner too, he just believes you’re not gonna be in the wrong. Just be careful bringing up who you’re mad at, depending on what stage Kurt is at. If he’s at his ‘I’m a murderer’ stage, then that random guy who pissed you off in the 7/11 parking lot is getting run over

Kurt’s not the best at giving advice. But he can listen. If you’re angry about something, he’s angry too. He always backs you up. Whatever’s going on, he wants you to open up, he wants to talk about it. To make sure you know you can trust him. He loves you, and he’ll have your back each time. You’re his one and only. He doesn’t like yelling though. If you’re angry about something, acting really pissed off might make him a little nervous. Not of you of course, never of you, just from instinct. He hates angry screaming, so hopefully you don’t do that in front of him, if you’re mad, just don’t direct it at him while being so. Otherwise, he’s there to support you. Let it all out. Do you want him to book a rage room? He’s heard you talking about one the next town over with your friends. Will hugging make you feel better? Or do you want him to text someone asking them to back off? Do you want him to call your work and tell them you’re sick so you can stay at home? He’s there to help you out.

Kurt will drive you anywhere. Doesn’t matter how far, doesn’t matter if he has to get up early, doesn’t matter if you can just walk. Unless you specifically repeat to Kurt that you do not need nor want him to drive you, he’s swinging his keys by the front door, ready for you. Especially if it’s at night. LA and Azusa aren’t exactly the safest places in the dark, but nowhere is at night. You could be a five minute walk away, and Kurt will be outside ready and waiting for you. Even if it’s just a short walk, Kurt would walk with you at that time. He’ll also drive you super long distances. You need to go 18 hours on a semi road trip? Cool, you book the motels, and Kurt will look up the best routes. Even before you were dating, Kurt would offer these massive drives. It gave him more time to spend with you, and showed how cool and responsible and kind he is, as well as letting him help you, and maybe even protect you!

Kurt’s pretty happy to share out responsibilities. He absolutely doesn’t expect you to do everything for him, but he also doesn’t want to feel like you’re using him! He can get stressed doing too many chores in one day, but letting him breathe and take a shower to not feel overstimulated, let him edit his videos for a bit to clear his mind, and taking up the washing dishes for today, can really help Kurt feel looked after. Feel seen. That sometimes he just needs a break. And he’ll always make things even, especially if he ever feels like he’s failed on a task, on providing responsibility. He’s generally quite good at getting what he needs done. Just look at how hard he consistently works on his channel! He genuinely has a good work ethic, having tried with Kurtsworld96 for years, and continuing to do so, and making sure to be a top notch spree driver. Showing cool sites, having free water and gum, making friendly conversation. He’ll even swap the good tasks with you, letting you take his dogs on a walk while he hoovers, just to see your smile as you come back. And he’s very happy to get kisses from you, and his pits, when you return. Household responsibilities aren’t like a top priority though. He’s not going to care much if you haven’t unpacked the laundry basket for three days because you forgot, he’ll probably just rummage in there for what he needs, and throw you a shirt, slingshotting it into your bed, before getting dressed, it’s really nbd.

When you two aren’t doing anything, come cuddle with him. He’ll pat his legs and smile at you with a stammered “Th-It’s free real estate :)!” Or let him sit on your lap, Kurt likes that too :)). Just shuffle closer to him, sit thigh to thigh as he puts his arm around the back of your sofa, and both of you lay your heads on each other. He might suffer a bit of mouth breathing the first few times you do that, but that’s just because he’s nervous, he gets better. And when you touch his hair ohhhhh... Kurt looooooves when you touch his hair. He can get a bit self conscious about it. In fact, he didn’t used to like anyone touching it, but that immediately flipped a complete 180 into him wanting you to touch it more than anything else, when he first fell for you. Kurt is not afraid to use the word snuggle either. He likes it, you like it, it’s the word that describes what you two are doing! Why wouldn’t he ask “Do- do you wanna s-snuggle, right now, babe?”

Kurt’s the type to ask “Are you mad at me?” a lot. And sometimes, it’s because you’re genuinely just a little pissed at him. He can accidentally do things that frustrate you, he can mess up. But he usually doesn’t mean it. Which nearly makes it worse because it’s like he didn’t even realise what he was saying/doing, or think about his actions maybe being wrong, or non empathetic, until you have to get him to look at it from another pov. He’ll apologise after though. And you know he doesn’t mean whatever not so good thing he does, you hug him as you’re both facing each other in bed at the end of the night. Although sometimes that lingering feeling still stays with you, even after you ‘forgive’ him. Some of Kurts behaviour... it can just add up, that uneasy feeling even after it was talked about, still there, something below the surface of Kurt, or your relationship, you hadn’t touched on... Although most of the time you’re genuinely not mad at Kurt. He’s just concerned. He can get a bit anxious. And if he thinks you’ve been giving him a bit of the silent treatment, or you’ve been acting colder, or short tempered, even if that’s not objectively true, any sign you’re upset with him, Kurt wants to make sure that he can make up for what’s wrong, or check if he has messed up in the first place. Sometimes, he only really feels a bit numb, except with a bit of an ‘oh’ inside him when you bring up a small concern. He apologises, making sure you’re not actually too uspet, and makes sure to give you lots of cuddles to feel better. He might be a bit confused over what he has done, until you say it, and he just feels kinda... average, he guesses? Not feeling too much of anything, anything bad at least. Not really thinking that was was a bad thing at the time, but still sorry you were upset by him, focusing on a quick apology and smoothing over the small uspet, problem solved. But sometimes, Kurt can beat himself up for messing up quite a bit. Even after you two have talked, he’ll go into his car and slam the wheel with his hands and swear and shake his entire car as he takes a second to get his internal rage out. He doesn’t understand why sometimes he just fucks up. His parents seemed to treat him like he’d always been a fuck up. Even his peers, and strangers, in real life and on the internet, didn’t seem to disagree. Not you though. If he thought his whole life was one series of him fucking up, you were the light to show him that wasn’t true. But if he has messed up, it can really upset Kurt, to think he’s still just a screw up. Mostly, that he hurt you, that you were upset, and maybe you wouldn’t forgive him. It doesn’t even always matter if it was a big issue or a little one, although obviously the extremes are differnet. He might react either way, to any problem.

Any food you want? You got it! Kurt will input ‘I feel like having so and so tonight’ but if you ask first, he’s more than happy for you two to blast songs with the car window open and go collect! Or to lay on top of you flatly so you can’t get away from him, while he orders Uber eats on his phone. That way you two can lay together, and you can stroke his hair while he lays his head in your chest, until he needs to go answer the door. Even snacks, any cravings you have, Kurt will fulfil. It’s a pretty useful job he had, because you can text Kurt “I’m craving cake.” And after he’s dropped off his client about twenty minutes later, you have Kurt at the door, presenting you with a full birthday cake. With your favourite drink too. Giving you a kiss, and an order to dig in, he’ll have some later, as he goes back to work. Well, maybe after five minutes of kisses, and okay a bite of cake, he’ll go back to work! This also links into him always finding a knickknack in stores, as he goes around gas stations and grocery shops, and usually bringing you home a little gift after work, even if it’s just a funny looking ornament from the 99c store. If he finds something that makes him smile because it reminds him of you, he’ll pick it up on his way out.

He always likes to make sure you’re okay. More than that, actually, happy. If he senses you’re cold, he’ll ask, and bring you a blanket, cuddling you and fiddling with your hands in his, keeping them warm. If you’re hot, then he’s setting up a fan, even if he has to fix or macgyver one, grabbing you ive from the freezer to make your iced coffee you have all the cool ingredients for, or he’ll even drive to the store to grab you both slushies and ice cream, leaving the ac blasting for you. He’s not perfect, but one of the only things Kurt’s not very good at getting up and physically doing for you, is giving you space. He can’t really... commit, to doing that. And if you ask it of him, there may be more problems, at least in Kurt’s mind, after that

Kisses all the time. Kisses in private. Kisses in public. Kisses in the toilets. Kisses on camera. Kurt is very happy to be a pda guy. When you’re at home it’s unlimited. In restaurants, he’d still sit on your lap in the booth if he could, hell, he’d gotten away with it a few times when you were both drunk, and too giggly to care as you ordered more drinks. He’ll make out with you in full view of the public, on a random street. He’ll kiss- no, make out with your neck, hands only just on the verge of naughty, parked between two cars in a very crowded parking lot. He’ll upload videos of him giving you hickies in a club, to his story, if you allow. He’ll declare his love for you in the middle of a Walmart. Kurt dreams of being the epitome of ‘those couples’ in theme park lines, and when he gifts you a trip to one one weekend, he definitely lives out that dream.

He really has very few boundaries in general, when it comes to you. Hell, he doesn’t consider half of some things others would as ‘weird’, like why wouldn’t he continue jacking off even when you came into the bedroom for your shoes, or shower while you’re on the toilet, or aim between your legs as you both peed... well, as long as you don’t think certain things are weird, Kurt is pretty happy having very loose boundaries with you. If he can be himself, even better! Kurt loves you. Obviously there’s some things he wouldn’t want you to see, but he’s pretty happy doing anything and everything if it involves you being around.

Kurt shares everything with you! All of his thoughts (which is a stream), his feelings (whenever he’s identifying them), his memories, his traumas, his hopes and dreams, everything. He’d really love for you to be a part of Kurtsworld96. A part of his community. He’ll probably pressure you to be in his videos. Join him in his endeavours, let him post you on his socials, and post him back, of course making sure to tag him! He really wants you to be a recurring part of his channels, his socials, all his accounts. It’ll probably start some fights if you don’t want to. Recurring fights too, unless you give Kurt a solid reason that he can actually understand/believe/respect as to why not. Or you come to some sort of compromise. Even then, he’ll probably push for more after a while, for the level of interactivity he wants you to have in his socials. He asks you to help him choose some beats with his music too! When he’s deciding between different routes in his song. Even spreeing, he likes having you in the front seat with him to keep him company sometimes. Telling other passengers you were a fellow user on spree social, or even saying it was an emergency and he had to pick you up too, so sorry about that, because he doesn’t want his rating to go down. Kurt actually really cares about his Spree rating, he’s a very highly rated driver in Azusa. On drives however, there’s been one or two occasions you’ve had to ask Kurt to pull over, when he’s seemingly without realising admitted a traumatic, or at least good enough to talk about in a therapy session, fucked up thing that’s happened in his past. And you’ve had to ask him to stop so you two could actually talk about it. Even if Kurt shrugs and says he doesn’t really see it as a big deal. His mind is still pretty open to you, when he has something on it, or when you ask. Although he keeps some of his... his darker thoughts, a secret. He doesn’t want you to know about them. Not unless- not unless, at some point, he has to tell you.

What’s a good strong point for your relationship, is that Kurt is very good to just hang out with. Domestic wise, you two can share a room for days, and the vibe will stay chill :). Kurt can have his quiet moments where he’s editing, or watching a film with you, or gaming. And then he can have times where he’s letting you bite him over and over, as he asks do you think you’d rather have fingers that are cow udders, or have to be Bobby’s pr team right now. And then when you ask what the hell that means, and you thought you two were playing ‘whose parents have the most milf/dilf energy’ Kurt updates you on all the juicy gossip over on his corner of YouTube. All the while still letting you bite him. He can have his crazy energy moments too. Which can be very fun, and even get you up and doing things you most often wouldn’t. But just the both of you being able to live in peace, in each other’s company, for long periods of time, is one of the highlights of your relationship