#when you have two muses that are now constantly getting into arguments

[wineandsay]

"I'm going to kill that Craig Fucker if I have to."

[kaisfruit]

Hello love! I love your posts so much and I was wondering if I could request a Cole smut one shot? I mean, I saw your head canons and you said you could go on for longer, girl please do!??

Starved | Cole x Fem!Reader

A/N; I DONT KNOW U TWO, BUT U TWO ANONS MWAH !!! I LOVE U GUYS! i wanted to go so in depth w cole cuz i am unbelievably attrracted to that man i aint afraid to admit it. also, neither of yall specified BUT! im going w fem!reader since u both came from the fem!reader hcs <3

warnings; nsfw under the cut <3, cunnilingus, size kink, pussy drunk cole, unprotected p in v (pls wrap it b4 u tap it yall), probably some typos/grammar mistakes cuz i am way too scared to ask anyone to read this beforehand, and uhh i think that's it!

word count; 4.4k (i may have gotten a bit carried away im sorry yall)

Dinner was a favorite time amongst the ninja. It was time to unwind, to have fun, and enjoy each other's company. You had been chatting idly to Lloyd, who sat to your right, for a majority of the time. He was a bit quieter compared to some of the others (full shade to Jay, Kai, Cole, and Nya) and it seemed as if the mundane practice of just a normal conversation was a great relaxer for the green ninja, so he was definitely one of your preferred dinner companions. That didn’t mean there wasn’t chaos going on around you guys. Jay, who was to your left, seemed to be in a full shouting argument with Kai who sat directly across from the blue ninja. The topic of their angry musings was unknown to you, but Lloyd kept making commentary on it every now and again which you would happily add onto.

Across from you sat Cole, then to his left was Nya, and the head of the table was occupied by Zane while opposite him on the other end sat Pixal. Zane seemed content to exist in the company of all of you, only chiming in when he felt like it was needed, but he and Nya were definitely whispering jokes to each other every now again between bites of their food. Pixal, you noticed, was actually jokingly joining in on Kai and Jay’s argument. She would add in one point that was completely absurd and it would cause the other two to blow up again. That robot could be devious when she really wanted to be.

Then there was Cole. You were surprised that he wasn’t also a part of the argument, but you suppose the topic of…maybe devil worship? You weren’t sure, but still, whatever it was didn’t seem to interest the earth ninja. To be fair, you knew the other was prone to getting entranced into whatever he was eating at the moment and Zane had done wonderfully with tonight’s dinner (as he always did) so it was understandable really. 

“And, yeah, I don’t know. I just don’t really understand why I’ve always got to be doing something.” Lloyd finished his story up and you nodded along, having listened intently the entire time. 

“I don’t know either man,” you shrugged as you took a sip of your water, “your shit is always getting rocked one way or another.” That caused a slight snort of amusement to exit the green ninja. “I mean, I would’ve already changed my government name and gone into hiding if I were in your shoes.”

Lloyd let out a sigh. “That’s the dream. I don’t know if I could do all of that. Couldn’t leave you guys behind at all. That’d suck big time. Ninjago should just get its shit together so we can have some slice of life anime lives.” You nodded enthusiastically at that idea.

“Ooo yeah. And then we could have like fun drama like…what outfit am I going to wear tomorrow or oh no my hair is so bad!” 

“Yes! You’re getting it.” Lloyd grinned. “I think I should get a cat.” His mind wandered constantly, so you were only slightly jarred by the sudden conversation change. “I’ve heard that their purrs do some sort of healing and I could for sure use some of that.”

“I think we’d all like having a cat around.” You added on. “They’re sort of independent, so it would be a good pet for our lifestyle.”

Lloyd was about to respond to you, y’know how conversations work, when all of a sudden Jay slammed his palms onto the table as the “argument” had escalated. It caused the table to shake and before you could stop it your water glass had fallen down and drenched your shirt. You let out a loud gasp which quickly caught the attention of everyone.

“Oh my God, [name], I’m so sorry!” Jay began profusely apologizing, scrambling about the table to find some napkins. Kai was howling with laughter just happy to not be the one who fucked something up. Lloyd was a bit in shock, Zane and Nya had both gotten up to grab some towels from the kitchen with Pixal not far behind, and Cole seemed to be frozen. You were too caught up in the water seeping through your clothes to notice, but the ninja sat opposite you seemed to have his eyes locked onto you, his body tense.

“Jay, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured as you stood up, Cole’s eyes following the movement carefully, “I’ll just go get changed. It’s no big deal.” You tried giving the blue ninja a comforting smile, but you could tell the guilt was already eating him alive and it’d be hard to get him out of that state for a while. You’d try again later, you decided.

Letting those who had left to the kitchen know where you were going, you made your way to your room with your arms held awkwardly in the air so that the weird feeling of the wet fabric wouldn’t be sticking to your skin too bad. Before you could forget, you made a quick stop by the bathroom in order to grab a towel from the cabinet.

Finally having made it to your room, you were quick to tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere on the floor. A sigh of relief left your lips as you began to dry off your top half with the previously acquired towel. With a frown, you removed your bra as well since the water had made it to that garment too and once you were sure your skin felt dry you dropped the towel onto your bed and you made your way to your closet.

You were bent over getting into your dresser looking for a new bra when you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called over your shoulder, still digging around in the dresser. 

“Uhhh Cole! Is it okay if I come in?”

“I’m sort of changing right now!”

“I won’t look!”

You huffed out a laugh at that. It was sort of indecent to let him in when you were like that, but he did promise not to look. But what if he did? That thought caused your cheeks to heat up a bit. To be completely honest, you were almost entirely head over heels for the earth ninja. The only reason you didn’t choose to spend every dinner chatting to him is because you knew part of you would slip up and embarrass yourself in one way or another. Not to say he didn’t do his fair share of embarrassing himself, but you found that endearing. He’d probably think you were weird and off putting if you were to just slip up randomly. 

“Fiiinneeee!” You agreed against your better judgment. “No peeking!”

You could hear a chuckle rumble from the man as the faint sound of the door clicking open hit your ears. Chancing a glance behind you, you smiled fondly at the sight of Cole with his hands over his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He stood completely still after that too scared to make his way to a place to sit with him completely blind like that.

“Soooo, what’s up?” You finally asked, trying to not get irritated at the fact that you couldn’t seem to find another bra in your dresser.

“I just wanted to check in on you.” Cole answered, his voice strained. “I’ll gladly beat Jay up for you. Swear.” That had you giggling.

“You’d beat Jay up over anything.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just looking for an excuse to.”

“Nuh uh.”

“You can take a seat, y’know.” You changed the topic, about damn near close to giving up and just going braless (you wouldn’t actually. It sounded comfortable, but you didn’t want to expose yourself like that.)

Cole cleared his throat slightly. “No way! I’d totally bump into like a shelf or something!! All of your shit would be broken and then I’d have to beat myself up after beating up Jay!”

Another laugh escaped you at that. Was all of it made funnier by the fact that it was Cole? Maybe. Afterwards, you went silent as your mind began racing. This could be your chance? Would he think it’s weird?

“Hey, I,” you bit your lip in a pause, “I don’t mind if you open your eyes…” You finally spoke, getting ready to just laugh it off like it was just a joke. What a prankster you are!

Cole seemed to go oddly silent after you said that and you were sweating bullets. The tension that filled the room was suffocating. Quickly, you snapped up with your back still to Cole. That action was followed by the sound of footsteps almost as if the other ninja had begun walking closer.

You were about ready to apologize profusely when Cole’s low voice broke the silence, “can I ask you something, [name]?”

“Anything…” You murmured, still facing the other way.

“Can I…” There was a pause, an eerily similar pause to the one you had earlier. He was hesitant as he seemed to be fighting some inner battle.

Without thinking, you quickly turned around not caring about your current topless situation and you pulled Cole down in order to plant a fierce kiss to his lips. You were about to apologize for your impulsivity and how you should’ve asked first and not assumed, but Cole’s hands came to rest on your waist and he let out a low groan as he melted into the kiss.

You weren’t small by any means, but it was making your knees weak at the feeling of his hands just absolutely dwarfing your waist. Those hands pulled you closer to where your chest was pressed against him and the feeling of the bulge in his pants against your hips caused you to gasp which he took advantage of and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out a small whine at the action, but quickly reciprocated even if you let him have control of the kiss.

Eventually, the need for air arose and you reluctantly parted with him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes searched yours, as if something in your gaze held the answer to every question he had ever asked, as his hands slowly wandered to the area beneath your ass. After a bit of panting between the two of you, the kiss quickly resumed and he lifted you up easily causing your stomach to do flips. You wrapped both of your legs around his back and took appreciation in the new angle as it was much easier than having him lean down as much as he was.

The kiss broke as his lips began trailing downward. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your neck and your breath hitched as he lightly nipped and sucked at the skin there.

“You’re gorgeous…” He breathed against your neck.

Between your harsh intakes of breath, you eventually got out, “Cole, I need you.” Which caused another low groan to escape him.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about hearing that come from your lips.” Cole had begun walking over to your bed and gently sat you down atop it as he crawled on top of you. He had barely even done anything, but you already felt like your brain was turning into mush. The sight of his body hovering over yours is something you’ve only ever dreamed about and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. That movement caught his attention, but he had to pace himself. Make sure everything was alright with you. You were operating at hyperspeed, however, and began reaching to the hem of his shirt. That didn’t go unnoticed by him either and he was quick to yank the material up and over his head. He flung the shirt onto the floor of your room as you laid there, stunned, at the sight of his body.

Cole was, well you knew he was big, but he was beefy. Clearly, he was muscular, but he had some chubbiness going for him as well and, God, you don’t know if you’ve ever needed anyone more. He was perfect. You started to sit up so that you could absolutely just feel him up, but he didn’t let you get up. Instead, he ran his hands down your stomach towards your shorts. You looked at him confused and he just leaned in close, his breath fanning across your ear.

“I want to make this about you.” His hands had successfully unbuttoned and zipped down your shorts. “Call me selfish, but I need to make you feel good. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t treat you like the finest piece of cake in the damn bakery?” To many, that’d be a cause for laughter, but knowing Cole, that meant everything. He slowly pulled away from your ear and you couldn’t help but look at him with the purest look of adoration after that. Even in a situation as intimate as this, he still managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to go haywire.

Cole slowly slid your shorts down your legs and off of your body. They probably ended up somewhere near where his shirt did. His eyes were transfixed at the wet spot that had formed on your underwear and he found himself subconsciously licking his lips. You, on the other hand, were staring at him with anticipation wondering what his next move would be. Gingerly, his hands came to rest on your waist and you shivered. His thumbs hooked into the last garment you had on, but he paused to look up at you. His eyes were searching yours once more.

“Is this okay?” He finally asked, his voice soft. Your enthusiastic nod put him into action and he quickly slid your panties off of your legs.

Cole could’ve sworn he was fucking salivating at the sight of your core fully exposed to him. He placed his hands underneath your knees and used that position to spread your legs open for ease of access. Knowing he still had his pants on, you were curious to what his current plan was until your eyes widened as you watched his head lower to rest between your thighs. Your face was flushed red and you could feel yourself trembling slightly. What he was about to do was just so…intimate? It felt more like a once the relationship has officially started activity, but it seems he wasn’t even kidding when he said he’d treat you like cake. Was he trying to ruin you for anyone else? (As if you’d want anyone else.)

The breath was knocked out of you as he took one small lick of you. You could’ve sworn you heard a noise escape him as well, but you weren’t given time to even think as he instantly dove back in. He had started eating you out like a man starved. His tongue moved along your pussy masterfully, making careful movements along your clit which caused punctuated whines to escape your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down to rest on the back of his head which he seemed to enjoy. Cole then made his tongue flatten out in order to lap up as much of your juices as possible. As if this wasn’t enough to get his fill, his tongue finally plunged into your hole and a gasp left your lips that slowly morphed into a low moan. This man was eating you up and you’re pretty sure your mind was completely gone by this point. What was your name? Who cares? Cole was giving you pleasure you had never experienced before and that’s literally all that mattered at this point. If your head wasn’t so far up in the clouds, you probably would’ve noticed that Cole was grinding up against the bed as he ate you out. 

Your grip tightened in Cole’s hair and a moan left his lips which seemed to vibrate along your cunt. 

“C-Cole–” His name was but a mere whimper along your lips and it only encouraged him to move his mouth against you faster. You felt the knot in your stomach twist up as your peak approached. You were practically grinding up against his tongue which Cole enjoyed immensely. He could not get enough and it rewarded him as you practically exploded all over his tongue. He was licking up as much of your climax as he could as you were still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss. Your vision felt blurry at the continued stimulation that carried you down from your high and you were faintly aware of the moans and whimpers making their way out of your throat.

Honestly, you had expected him to stop, but even one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Cole was still lost in the taste of your pussy. You felt a bit of pain flare up at the overstimulation and you were trying to gently pull at his hair.

“Cole,” you whimpered, “h…hurts.” That fell on deaf ears as he just continued on. You thought he hadn’t heard you, but a shit eating look was sent your way and you knew he was trying to work you up. 

“Just one more.” He growled along your folds as he moved up to suck on your clit which caused a jolt to travel through your body. It seems as if he had enough of your trembles as his arms came up to rest on your thighs. The position still keeping your legs spread, but his strength kept your lower half still as he continued his ‘feast’. Your moans and whines had definitely picked up in pace at this moment as the pain began to border on pleasure.

Your second orgasm came much faster.

He licked it up just as enthusiastically as he did the first time. You think he probably would’ve tried to keep going for a third time if you didn’t forcefully pull him up this time. There was a sheen of your slick that shined around Cole’s mouth and you looked away slightly in embarrassment. Cole, meanwhile, was licking around his mouth trying to get whatever he had missed. 

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath after all of that. The shifting of Cole’s body was what finally caught your attention. The ninja was moving himself from above your body to your side and it looked as if he was moving to lay down next to you. All signs of lethargy left your body as you quickly sat up and rested a hand on his chest. Cole stared at you with a tilt of his head, the confusion bubbling within him evident.

“What about you?” You asked, still breathing a bit heavy.

“What about me?” Cole replied a bit dumbly.

“You know…” You muttered, a tad bit embarrassed, but you rested a hand over his painfully hard bulge in his pants. The feeling caused him to shiver and he looked down, realization dawning on him.

“Oh, it’s okay.” He said, picking your hand up and removing it from his crotch. “I said I just wanted to take care of you, right?”

“Yeah you did,” you started, “but I said I need you, didn’t I?” Cole nodded slowly, but a small frown was still on his face.

“Aren’t you tired?”

A sigh left your mouth. “A little, BUT.” You emphasized, noticing how he had opened his mouth to speak after you said that. “God damnit Cole. No way am I going to finally get you into my bed just to have you not dick me down. I don’t care how sensitive I am, I need you to fuck me.” You could barely believe what you had just said, but it got the job done. Albeit a bit slowly.

“...Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“I have never been more fucking sure in my life.”

Seeing as he wasn’t moving, you lunged over to him to begin slipping his basketball shorts down. Noticing your haste, Cole finally started taking initiative. If it’s what you wanted then he just had to give it. With a better method, Cole slipped off his shorts and boxers off together in one swift motion. And, boy, did he not disappoint. EVERY part of him was big, you had just found out. Saliva pooled up in your mouth at the sight of his cock as you couldn’t take your size off of it. If you weren’t so needy, you probably would’ve taken him into your mouth right then and there, but Cole already had a hand on your shoulder forcing you to lay back down as he positioned himself right above you again.

Your pussy was definitely still slick from the mix of your own arousal and Cole’s saliva and he ran a finger between your folds before shoving it into you. His tongue hadn’t been as thick as his finger, but it still wasn’t much to adjust to. The second finger proved to be more filling and your breath was once again escaping in huffs. 

It took a bit until Cole had either thought you ready or just gotten impatient, but he pulled his fingers out of you and lined his dick up with your entrance. A pause. You were about ready to complain until the breath was taken swiftly from your lungs as he slowly pushed in. As he slid in further and further, the more your breaths turned into short moans. It felt as if he filled absolutely every part of you and it was addicting. The stretch hurt, but it was so deliciously overpowered by the pleasure of him finally being inside you. Though, Cole still didn’t even attempt to move until you gave him the go ahead.

From there, he started at a slow but deep pace. It was a sensual experience. Above you, Cole was letting out little huffs and groans at the feeling of your walls around his member. He could explode right then and there if he wanted to. But, he continued at this pace of almost completely removing himself from your hole before pushing balls deep back in. It was excruciating.

“F..fa…faster.” You panted at him. And who would he be if he denied you this request?

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Cole slowly began picking up the pace. His hips were pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace, and you think you finally understood the phrasing of “being fucked stupid.”

Every push in had you moaning loudly. It was either moans or a broken moan of Cole’s name which made him go in a bit harder every time you did that. His head hung low until it was resting in the crook of your neck. The groans and low moans that were leaving the man only turned you on more and you about screamed his name when he bit into your neck. There were no thoughts of anyone here at the monastery hearing you two, as far as you cared, you and Cole were the only people in Ninjago at this point. All of your senses seemed to be completely filled by the man anyways.

The feeling of his licking, sucking, and biting along your neck combined with his rough abuse of your pussy brought you close to your third climax of the night which might be a record for you.

“C-Cole, I’m-I’m close.” You whined, your voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you.

“God, me too.” He moaned against your neck. Cole was determined to not let go until you had, so he reached a hand down to start playing with your clit as he continued fucking into you. That absolutely sent you over the edge and you screamed as you came all over Cole’s cock. He continued thrusting into you throughout your orgasm which only made it feel that much better. His hips began stuttering in their movements and he was quick to pull himself out of the vice grip your pussy had on him. Cole wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself off the rest of the way until his cum started landing on your stomach. He let out tiny grunts as he fucked into his hand a bit before letting go.

You made sure he was looking at you when you scooped up some of his release and licked it off your fingers. He really had to save that image for the next time he masterbated.

Before he even allowed himself to lay down next to you, Cole carefully got up and reached for the towel you had used earlier to dry yourself off and used it to wipe his release off of your stomach, a small ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth as he did so. He was cute. 

Finally, his body dropped harshly at your side and you giggled tiredly at him. Cole rolled over to look at you and you held your arms open, a silent question for him to come cuddle you. 

His strong arms wrapped around your body and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. Cole found where your covers started and threw them over the both of you which only made you snuggle in even closer to him.

You two sat there in silence for so long, just catching your breaths, that you nearly fell asleep.

“Hey, [name].” You startled at the sound of his voice. A non-committal ‘hm?’ is what you hummed in response and he just rested his nose on the top of your head in your hair. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

A content sigh left your lips and you sleepily looked up, causing him to remove his head from its place. “Of course, Cole.” One of your hands slipped out from under the covers and cradled one of his cheeks. You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on the other cheek. 

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We can talk about the details later.” You said through a yawn and he just smiled at you fondly. You both returned to your previous positions and slowly drifted off, and for once, neither of you felt fear or dread for what was to come in the future.

[elliesblkgirlfriend]

Girlfriend!Ellie with Black girlfriend

-Annoying. Annoying asf

-likes to tick you off. She can and she will.

-Makes you cut her hair

“Ellie I don’t know how to cut hair” You say making her glare at you

“Yn just cut, that’s all you have to do” And you do just that

-Gets mad when it’s uneven and fucked up

“Damn it Yn! Now I have to wear it in a ponytail until it grows back!” She says snatching the scissors

“Don’t get mad at me! I told you I didn’t know what I was doing!” You say shrugging

-wears your bonnet when you aren’t wearing it

“Babe can you buy me one? I want a blue one like yours” she ask pulling the bonnet over her head

-You buy the bonnet and force her to take pictures

“You wanted the bonnet now take the picture” You tell her as you take more pictures

-Her friends constantly tease her about how she’s picked up your mannerisms

-STEALS YOUR COCOA AND SHEA BUTTER

-The cocoa butter sticks? Steals. The jar? Steals. You buy a new one and she immediately takes it

-Definitely makes you be her muse so she can draw you

“If you do not sit still I will toss this notebook at you”

-she definitely watches the Big Bang theory and quotes Sheldon every chance she gets🏃🏽‍♀️

-makes you play Minecraft with her.

-when you download the game she already had a house built for you two

-You asked to have your own room and it immediately started an argument.

“You don’t want to share a room with me?” She asks frowning

“Ellie! we share a room in real life!”

“….So?” She says with her face scrunched up

-she got mad and broke your bed and put it next to hers.

-Definitely buys two of everything. If she buys anything for herself she’s buying it for you too

“I got us matching cups. You better use it”

-Can’t cook for shit but always asking you to make some food

-Lives of Instant Ramen, she’s definitely a cup noodle girl

-Loves your moms cooking

-“Yn is your mom making collard greens?”

-Definitely likes when the Collard greens touch the macaroni and when the macaroni touches the yams

[okaerina]

𖥻 zb1﹎my love playlist 🪡 ˒𓆩⠀⠀⠀

tw! ; angst, fluff, a bit suggestive, lowercase intended.

jiwoong— try again (by jaehyun x d.ear) ˒ ꙳

despite you and your lover both being from two different worlds, you two still try to stay together forever. all those little arguments and making up only makes your long distanced relationship stronger, pulling each other closer, growing up more mature as you two learn and love everything together. step by step, little by little.

❛ I'm always on your side, we'll be alright ˳ ⋆

zhanghao— old love (by yuji x putri dahlia) ˒ ꙳

dating hao was the most beautiful thing that has ever been done by you. he was the epitome of lovely. just like him, dates planned by him were the best too. that summer night where he stole your first kiss under the full moon or when he ditched the prom with you just so he could slow dance with you at a secret place in the school's backyard, constantly showering you with kisses and muttering how pretty you look in that dress. he surely made you feel all sorts of love.

❛ come on and hold me, I want you right here ˳ ⋆

hanbin— only (by lee hi) ˒ ꙳

he was your dream love and you were his. shy sneaky glances, lingering touches, countless daydreams, sleepless nights thinking about one another and all heart eyes. but none of you were confident or sure enough to confess until you initiate your proposal first and things become so much dreamy and lovely as both of you dwell in eachothers warmth ever after.

❛ my only one, everytime i see you, i want to have you ˳ ⋆

matthew— 10 months (by enhypen) ˒ ꙳

your childhood friend that's a mix resemblance of a cute puppy and the bright smiley sun has been confessing to you ever since you two learned to talk properly. being the mature yet younger one you couldn’t help but giggle at his desperate attempts and defending pouts. but as you two grow up your feelings become more and more prominent and so does his attempts of proving himself that he's your dream man now and your left with no choice but to accept his cute love.

❛ starting tomorrow I'll protect you, all day all night ˳ ⋆

taerae— double take (by dhruv) ˒ ꙳

sleepless nights he spends writing verses of love songs dedicated to you, his friendly classmate. his crush on you is so obvious yet shocking to everone. you’re his muse, his little happy love and he's planning to make his move this prom night with the specially readied song before anyone elss claims you.

❛ tell me, do you feel the love? ˳ ⋆

ricky— beside you (by keshi) ˒ ꙳

no matter how hard you try to deny it, it seems like you’ve taken a bit more interest in that crazy rich heartthrob who's trying to court you, constantly seeking for your attention and perhaps some love. (ps. your ex crush long that you were planning to confess long forgotten) he declares that It's love at first sight and tries to prove he is the best one for you. your the best thing that happened to him and lover boy is absolutely whipped for you. he's never felt such devoted love hehe. so will you be able to ignore him and your blooming feelings? spoiler : you wont ;)

❛ you say this ain't love, but it's the same love ˳ ⋆

gyuvin— every summertime (by niki) ˒ ꙳

you never knew your usual normal summer would be romanticised by a certain goofball and become this exciting and lovely. that summer left a strong warmth in your heart as you fell for him harder than ever and you knew that was it, that this boy named kim gyuvin wss the only one you’ll ever need in not only summer but the whole year, wishing to grow up in eachothers loving embrace.

❛ every year we get older, but I'm still on your side ˳ ⋆

gunwook— love story (by taylor swift) ˒ ꙳

that evening was a truly magical one. you on the balcony watching the sun go down the horizon as your new neighbour's son's figure across the street underneath attracts your attention, meeting eye to eye and suddenly your stomach feels all funny as your pulse rises. that was the start of your little romeo-juliet story but with a happily ever after. sneaking out at the middle of the night with him, skipping classes for quick picnics and doing all sorts of funsies you swore you’ll never do.

❛ It's a love story, baby, just say "yes!" ˳ ⋆

yujin— softcore (by the neighbourhood) ˒ ꙳

being in a secret relationship with an idol wasn’t so easy as you were stuck in the four confines of your room, occupied with studies and yujin on his run around the world doing various promotions and practices to secure his position as a qualified idol. but even in amidst of all you two survive on eachother, comforting and strengthing one another, keeping eachother alive from this hell of a life and healing the wounded souls of one another beacause everything's okay on nights where he sneaks into your room and you take a break for him.

❛ i might need you or I'll break ˳ ⋆

© aenfilmz / 2023

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[berzatoe]

hi! just thinking about carmy and the reader having a heated argument and then just ending up making out while in the middle of discussing

thank you <3

Hiiii thanks for this!! Sorry I’m just now getting around to it xo

He’d be such a little shit constantly.

Wether it’d be taking it out on you when things got too busy and hectic in the kitchen, or getting overwhelmed and throwing a fit, screaming his lungs out, chewing your head off if you were in his way, he was a absolute nuisance. You hated Carmy on bad days.

But on good days, he was really good. He’d take extra time to explain things to you, run you through recipes and cooking techniques. You’d stay late and have deep conversations, muse about the future of the restaurant together. It always made your heart beat fast and your cheeks flush when you’d see him the next day. He had a gentleness that was almost no where to be found under high-stress situations.

Today was one of those. It was a bad day. It was busy. The truck came in late and half empty. And you kept upsetting Carmy.

Strike one: you’d ripped the green tape like an asshole.

Carmy came storming into the kitchen holding it up for all to see, “Who the fuck does this? Chefs? How many times do I have to tell you to stop. Ripping. Tape. Like. Assholes!” He punctuated each word.

“My bad, chef.” You responded, barely paying him a glance as you busied yourself with work.

He came over to you then, as everyone went back to work, and sternly spoke; “I expect more from you chef, really.”

“Sorry, chef.” You responded, still staring down at your hands chopping scallions.

“Look at me… please.” The way his voice sounded when he said the last word drew you in, for some reason.

You looked up and met his icy eyes. “It won’t happen again, chef.”

He simply nodded and walked away, getting back to his own work and unsettling you for the rest of the day.

Strike two: walking out during rush.

You just had to get out of there. You were sweating so much you were almost convinced you had heat exhaustion. Your head was pounding and the general noise of the restaurant and kitchen along with the staff was making you dizzy.

Not to mention Carmy’s yelling. Jesus Christ, he had a set of lungs. Each passing minute of this day, you were getting more and more fed up with him. He had a mean streak in that kitchen, likely, you assumed, something he’d picked up in New York from the big shots.

Or maybe his parents, or maybe his clear inability to confront his emotions, you didn’t know and you were desperately trying to get your mind off of him.

In the heart of the kitchen, the bell ringing, the printer spitting out countless receipts, dishes clattering, and above all, Carmy’s angry voice booming, you felt like you were going to pass out. Feeling your mouth go dry and fingers go numb, you sprinted out of the restaurant, leant against the back alley and finally breathed.

When you collected yourself and returned to the kitchen 5 minutes later, Carmy was pissed.

“Where the fuck were you, chef? I needed you!” He shouted once he saw you walk through the back.

“I needed a minute, chef.” You responded calmly. He got close to you again.

“Are you blind, chef? Do you not see how swamped we are? Hmm? You didn’t even want to let me know?” You were thankful he wasn’t shouting anymore, but his voice was still venomous, shooting to kill.

You turned around in looked him in the eyes, a silent plead to let the moment go.

“What is it?” He asked, confused.

“I just got really overwhelmed, Carmy…. I needed a second, okay? I’m here to help now.” You said the words gently.

Carmy straightened up, nodded, and rubbed his fist in circles against his chest. That was that.

You thought you were finally done with fighting him for the day, until close.

Strike 3: the corner

It was late. You were tired. Everyone had gone home. You were quickly wrapping up your closing duties and sprinting around the restaurant so you could get home and cuddled up in your bed as soon as possible.

You weren’t paying attention, and you had your earbuds in, listening to music to help you get in your closing groove.

You were rounding a corner when you crashed straight into Carmy. You recoiled back and rubbed your nose as he rubbed his head. Pulling one earbud out, you glanced down. At your feet were 3 broken cans of red sauce, spilled onto the newly mopped floor.

You looked up to see Carmy glaring at you.

“CORNER! I said fuckin’ corner….” He groaned.

You shot down and began picking up the cans.

“Those earbuds… take ‘em out, right now.” He reached out and opened his palm.

“Are you serious?” You began prepping the mop.

“Yes, chef.” With the tone he took, the title almost sounded degrading.

You grit your teeth and placed them in his out-stretched hand.

“Great, now I have to be here another 30 minutes so we can get that cleaned and dry.”

“Fine, Go home, Carmy. I can lockup. I’ll manage. Please, leave.” You said.

He looked taken aback.

“No. I can’t leave the premises until every employee is gone.”

“Who made that rule?” It sounded like he had made it up on the spot.

“I did…. You gotta get home safe, it’s the city.”

You rolled your eyes at this and he looked at you confused.

“What?”

“Nothing, chef.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, tell me.”

“I’ll be fine. I want you to go. I can take care of myself”

“Im not sure you can, chef.” He said it with a mocking chuckle that made you clench your fists.

“You underestimate me carmy. That’s all you do. Since I started, you don’t think I can do anything right.”

“Because you can’t!” He shouted exasperatedly.

“Yes I can! You don’t give me the chance! You have no faith in me!”

“It was our busiest day in a month and you were a mess the entire time!” He prickled

“I was a mess? I ripped tape wrong, yeah. I took a 5 minute break because your damn-near verbal abuse of the staff was overwhelming me, and I’m sorry I ran into you, but seriously Carmy, get a hold of yourself. How are you gonna run a restaurant if you can’t even regulate your own stupid emotions?” You huffed at the end of your little speech, slightly pleased for sticking up for yourself.

Carmy was not pleased. In fact he looked kinda scary right now. You couldn’t read him, but you could tell what you said affected him.

“Leave. You’re cut.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re cut.”

“You’re firing me?” You scoffed

“Leave your apron on the counter I’ll email your last check.”

You were flabbergasted. You searched his eyes, hoping he was bluffing.

“Go home, Chef.” He repeated.

“You know Carmy, I really don’t think you’re a bad person. You’re not a bad person.”

“Shut up.” He interrupted you.

“You get overwhelmed like me.”

“Stop”

“And it pushes you until you’re at a breaking point before you can check yourself. But you’re a good boss. And you’ve changed this restaurant. And you’re a good person.”

He doesn’t protest to this statement, he doesn’t say anything.

You begin to turn around to leave, mustering a goodbye;

“Thanks for the opportunity, Chef Car—” you’re suddenly pulled back around by a hand latched to your elbow. You’re now flush to Carmy’s chest, noses touching.

And all at once, your lips are touching. At first you’re confused, trying to understand if this is really happening, if Carmy Berzatto was really kissing you. You could sense the same sort of anxious stiffness from him. You were still so mad.

But his lips were smooth and gentle, and your stomach filled with butterflies even though a minute ago you could’ve stabbed him.

At first it was more like a short peck. The two of you pulled apart and looked into each others eyes, scanning scared and eager faces.

You wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and placed your hand in his hair, urging him to come closer. He obliged, returning and deepening the kiss with fervor.

His strong arm came around to hold the small of your back, his other resting at the nape of your neck, hand stretching out and thumb brushing against your jaw.

You softly licked into his mouth, earning a guttural sound from him in response.

After that, he was everywhere, pulling you close, hands gingerly traveling the expanses of your clothed body. You smelled his cologne and sweat after the work day, you tasted a bit of the cigarette left on his tongue from his smoke break, your hands twisted around his soft curls. Every sense was filled with Carmy.

The kiss was incredible, you had to admit. You never imagined Carmy could kiss like this, could give you this much of himself, all of this raw emotion. He was so tender with every beginning brush of his lips, before slowly becoming ravenous and desperate for more. Your stomach was in knots and you were getting antsy, wanting more too and knowing you should put an end to it.

Luckily, he pulled away for air first, saving you the chore. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing rapidly.

“That was…” he began, slightly speechless.

“A one time thing.” You finished quickly, pulling away.

Carmy met your panicked gaze and just fuckin’ smirked at you, as if he knew how severely you were lying to yourself.

You grabbed your bag in a hurry and began walking towards the door.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Carmy asked.

“That depends. Am I fired?”

“Obviously not.”

“Then yeah, I guess. In like… a purely professional work way, yes you will see me tomorrow.”

“Yeah, uh-huh.” He smiled and opened the door for you, starting to walk out along side you.

“Um.. what are you doing?”

“Walking you to your car,” Carmy replied, “company policy.”

He winked at you and you turned your head, blushing into the night sky.

[tractorbeamofwoe]

SFW Alphabet | Elijah Hewson

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shows affection with physical touch and of course through music when he can't express it with his words. He's quite romantic but not in an over the top or cheesy way. He's the type to quietly admire you from afar. He doesn't need to explain himself, he just acts on his admiration for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you also have a creative streak you bond over that, and it doesn’t necessarily even have to be music. Could be Art, or could be fashion. Either way you guys influence each other and act as the other’s muse even before you realise there are any romantic feelings.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

On the sofa at home when it’s just the two of you watching a movie or your favourite show.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Eli is an amazing cook and he loves to make dinner for you both (when he’s not taking you out to eat). As for cleaning ehhhh not so much...

I think he maybe would settle down eventually, but not right now when the band is in its prime and still has a long way to go.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You're able to work through the issues brought on by touring and being long-distance for several weeks, but the biggest dispute you both have is about settling down. After having several arguments you eventually both decide that the relationship isn't going anywhere and its for the best that you just break it off. He'd be hurt for a few days, sulking in his room and playing the blues on his guitar.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, probably settle down eventually but just not anytime soon, if he’d even want to get married. He might just want to stay with you without the marriage part.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be soft spoken when it's required of him, particularly when you're sick or upset. His physical touch is never rough or demanding, he’ll always give you the same energy you’re giving him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Maybe not full hugs but I think at any opportunity he’ll have an arm around you. Stood out in the smoking area? Arm around you. Talking to someone? Arm around you. At a party? Arm around you. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like he writes it in a song for you before he actually says it, but you know he means it because his music means so much to him that he wouldn’t write a song for you if he didn’t mean every lyric he sang.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not jealous of every guy who even looks at you, more jealous in a protective way. If a guy is talking to you and very obviously trying to flirt or making you uncomfortable he’ll swagger over with the mildly threatening “can I help you mate?” 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sneaky kisses in public and kisses for good luck before shows. I think for him it’s the lips or nothing, although occasionally you’ll get a forehead kiss or a peck on the temple, especially if you’re shorter than him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

If they're young enough to tolerate being held then sure, but once they gain the instinct to constantly move and run around he's a little out of his depth. Too much energy for a man who just wants to sit and smoke quietly. Growing up with three siblings he knows from experience how kids like to play fight and just generally be rowdy but he doesn't have it in him to be the one to tell them to settle down.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Every morning whichever one of you gets up first can be found making breakfast in the kitchen, hair smelling freshly of shampoo from the shower.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he's just come back from tour you can expect there to be lots of just aimless cuddling for hours while he tells you stories and shows you pictures on his phone from tour. Once you get into more of a routine you catch up on a series together or stick one of your many vinyls on until you fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Eli is a flirt, sure. But he keeps a lot to himself (well, when he isn’t writing it in songs at least) and so it would take a good few months for him to admit his feelings I feel, if you haven’t already beaten him to it. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I do think he’s an arguer. When he’s been on the road for a while and he’s tired and missing you, little disputes start over little things, but you’re both very quick to kiss and make up the next day and talk over whatever it is you were arguing over. Over the course of your relationship he gets better at clocking when he’s getting heated and needs to take a breather and you’ve found that less arguments have started this way.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Eli is always looking for endearing little quirks about you to put into a song. You've started becoming mildly conscious of how you word your texts or what you say in a voice message because there's always a chance it'll become a lyric. I think he's one of those mysterious people, where you think he doesn't remember or doesn't listen when you're rambling about things you're passionate about, but then he'll surprise you a month later with a gift so perfectly sentimental that lets you know he's taking in every single word.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When you got high together for the first time. It was such an intimate moment, the way you guys talked and laughed until you eventually fell asleep, asking deep questions and telling stories from your upbringings. You’d never felt closer as friends than that night.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

That man is not afraid of confrontation and will fight/argue in your defence for sure. The only thing he asks for in return is that his privacy is respected of course.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Of course you both contribute and each do your fair share of date planning but I feel like he’s reaaallly good at it (when he has the free time to do so). Dinner, picnics, walks you name it, this man is a soppy romantic deep down.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Aside from smoking (as good as he makes it look) I think maybe not cleaning up after himself (I.e leaving his guitar lying on the sofa after a late night songwriting session, not putting vinyls back on the shelf after finding one he wants, various leads and cables misplaced around the house from when he gets an idea he wants to record on the fly) 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like he washes his face with a dirty wet towel but has a load of shit to put in his hair and spends a lot of time in front of the mirror just fluffing up the curls.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not necessarily. I think he’s very secure and confident in his own independence because of course he knows he can’t bring you on every tour with him, but knowing you’re cheering him on and supporting him even without physically being there means the world to him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When you told Eli you’d be out of town on the date of their gig in your city he was disappointed to say the least. Since you two had started seeing each other you hadn’t had the chance to see him play live yet (aside from the mini acoustic sets he serenades you with at his house). What you didn’t mention though, was that you were out of town during the day sure, but you’d be back by the evening with plenty of time to make it to the gig. You knew he’d put you on the guest list already, in the hopes that you might still somehow be able to make it, so all you had to do was turn up, flash your ID and enjoy the show. For a brief moment you had your doubts, worried that he might not spot you in the crowd and would leave immediately after the gig without even saying goodbye. But lucky for you that turned out not to be the case at all. You’d slipped away during the opening act to fix your makeup and upon leaving the bathroom with a fresh face you walked right into him in the corridor. The look on his face was hilarious and he made sure you got to watch the gig from side stage.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Probably someone who doesn’t understand work-life balance and doesn’t support the band, holds him back from achievements/success simply because it doesn’t suit them, always wants him to blow off rehearsals or interviews to hang out. I feel like also someone who’s really jealous and hates any girl that glances in his direction. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

You’re always bound to wake up with an arm in your face for sure. Sometimes he just forgets to come to bed altogether and falls asleep on the sofa, guitar on his lap or set down on the carpet after one of his previously mentioned late night songwriting sessions.

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Mutual Pining w AOT Boys

Tags: Headcanons, Eren x Reader, Jean x Reader, Armin x Reader, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Dumbasses in Love, Angry Love Confession, Pre Season 4 (Because I Miss Their Innocent Selves)

Warnings: None

Characters: Eren, Jean, Armin

How Eren, Jean, and Armin would act when they’re crushing on you, and how they react to discovering you like them too.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/12/22] ❞  

Eren

I think Eren would be the type of person to brush off his feelings for you at first.

He has a goal of killing all titans, and most of the time he’s just frustrated or angry because he wants to be able to achieve this.

Where would he have the time for love in his life?

Initially, he confused his feelings towards you as irritation. Why were there always butterflies in his stomach when you were near, or why would his palms get sweaty when you’d touch his shoulder?

Eren computed this emotion of ‘romantic attraction’ as hatred.

Hate and love were always two sides of the same coin.

Which, honestly, just makes him more angry, because he can’t control his behavior around you.

He’ll stutter or slip around you, which causes him to blush like the goofy idiot he is. In turn, his flustered expression causes the blush on his cheeks to deepen as he becomes increasingly annoyed about why he can’t be normal around you.

You always found him cool and endearing, despite him (constantly) yelling.

He had his own charm I guess?

After Eren accepted that maybe his feelings towards you weren’t about irritation, he would train to sweat out his feelings.

He honestly wasn’t sure if you were into him, which kind of made his heart ache because he wouldn’t be able to have you.

So, he puts his attention on getting better at combat, ODM gear, or whatever.

Eren has zero clue you like him back.

At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but you noticed that every time he’d leave after talking to you, the tips of his ears would be tinged pink.

He doesn’t pick up on any of your hints, since his mind is usually going a mile a minute during his interactions with you.

So, the way he becomes aware of your feelings is when you have to force the situation to make his feelings come out.

On purpose, you made him agitated.

You two were in the middle of an argument, and accidentally, he let it slip that he does this and that because he likes you.

Ensue silence.

Now Eren is sweating, because he didn’t mean to blurt that out, but it was part of your plan. 

His mind couldn’t process the fact that you had just jumped into his arms and pulled him into a searing kiss.

“I like you too.”

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

Jean

The minute he saw you, Jean knew you were his dream girl.

He doesn’t shy away from his feelings for you; in fact, he’ll try and be as smug and flirty as possible every chance he gets.

But the thing is, even when you give back the same energy, it’s hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t.

Are you flirting back as a joke? In a playful, best friend way?

Or, is there something deeper hidden behind your words?

Jean really can’t figure it out, and it drives him insane.

And neither can you.

He loves to just observe you in the dining area.

He thinks that you always look so serene and pretty, no matter where you are.

When he has the chance to, he’ll sneak away and draw sketches of you in his mini notepad from what he observed.

You’re kind of like his muse?

His notepad is something he keeps extremely protected; lest someone find it, he’s done for.

He’s written incredibly embarrassing entries about you in it too.

Jean will also go out of his way to do things for you in order for you to notice him.

When Captain Levi puts you on cleaning duty, he’ll always be there to lend an extra hand so you get your chores done faster.

You think that this is extremely sweet of him, and you’ll try to do the same thing for him in return.

You’re both honestly stupid because everyone around you can sense something between you, except for you two.

Jean doesn’t really know how to express his feelings in a genuine way without making a joke or comment about it.

But don’t be offended by this!

He’s just using humor to cover up his vulnerability.

On one specific day, you were walking back to Jean’s dorm after combat training, just talking about what you did.

Jean leaves for a moment to go do something.

Remember how I just said he uses humor to cover up his vulnerability?

Yeah. You learn this the hard way when you find his notepad peeking out of a raised floorboard.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was filled with sketches of you, and entries about how beautiful you are and how badly he wishes he could make you his.

Soon enough you’re bawling.

Jean runs back to see what’s happening, because why are you crying?

Then, he sees the notepad in his hands, and he turns into stone.

You hug him and cry into his shirt about how you really like him too.

All he can do is make a goofy, sarcastic comment about it, but secretly knows his heart is about to explode from joy.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

Armin

Armin is easily the one on this list who recognizes his feelings for you first, and takes it the best.

However, he’s really shy and nervous in general, so that get’s doubled when he’s around you.

Although Armin accepts the fact that he has a crush on you and wants to be yours, he’ll try and ignore you when he can.

Of course he’ll be cordial and polite in your interactions, but if he can help it, he’ll slip away somewhere so you don’t see him.

Mans is a bit of an overthinker so he’ll be laying in his dorm room at night, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of everything he could have said or done differently that day.

Armin isn’t confident in himself at all about your feelings towards him.

He’s a smart dude and can pick up social cues very well, but with you, it’s like nothing is there at all?

Where is the telltale tension?

Unfortunately for Armin, you’re very good at hiding your feelings.

Because just like him, you don’t know if he likes you back, and you wouldn’t be able to handle that rejection if he doesn’t.

Coupled with the fact that you’re also a bit of a shy overthinker yourself, it’s hard to flirt with Armin.

The only reason why you two would ever find out that you like each other is because your friends had to force it out of you both.

Kind of like Jean, it seems like everybody but you two can sense there’s something going on.

The only difference is, the both of you have literally told everyone and their mother about your crushes except to each other.

So like... 💀

Eren and Mikasa shoved you guys in a room together and forced you to talk.

You were stubborn at first, but eventually broke the ice.

When Armin finds out you like him back, he is ecstatic!

Don’t be fooled though. He’s still kind of shy and reserved.

You kiss his cheek, and he flushes bright red.

Okay, you flush bright red too.

Maybe reaching first base is gonna have to wait?

[9w1ft]

i think you’re being quite clear here which is an art that i lack… ive struggled writing something so direct because it feels like infighting territory and i’ve been sort of going back and forth a bit in my head and heart about all this. i have mixed feelings that are hard to articulate for me and it’s a string of events that effects many similar but different groups of people so it just feels like it’s hard to walk without unintentional stepping on toes.

and people have a right to say what they think based on what taylor is expressing. for sure. a right on the individual level, yes. and the way swifties jump on gaylors about this is and forever will be an issue. i don’t want to dismiss that on a base level. it really shouldn’t be an attack about what everyday people think. it’s more about how it is expressed by institutions.

and people can be hurt! even when we can and other people can separate these things (for example i think chely was clear enough about pointing out that she didn’t like that it was published), pushback can still hurt in any form because it’s representative of a generally negative climate that we find ourselves constantly in, and any perceived disapproval gets very easily weaponized, and scrolling through hostility hurts.

now here’s the part i struggle with articulating.

because i also feel like there’s a dichotomy or like an opposing tension between two things in the space right now, perhaps, there’s a little bit of… wanting-to-have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too about things that’s been growing in recent years among people popularizing gaylor, or gaylorism. because by and large gaylor people have been working to justify the discussion of queerness in taylor’s work as something divorced from taylor the individual and the people she knows (“museless”!), to “elevate” or “legitimize” the (their? the?) discussion of it at all, often posturing as you do in fandom so as to up your clout or credibility within the community, and, perhaps as a product of these things, more gaylors are bringing what they think, their thoughts and theories, into increasingly public facing platforms. video form content. using their own real faces and names. podcasts. guest interviews. personality-centric community building. you get these sort of… pseudo-platforms. not quite public but not quite fandom. and gaylor people have been pulling out what parts of gaylor that they deem ethical to talk about, brushing off the parts they decide aren’t, running with it, and from within that repackaging and polishing, things have become normalized to world at large and increasingly louder takes have made their way into institutions. news websites. internet publication social media presences. college curriculums. and it feels great to be seen and heard, yes, but from within that, at some point some of the public facing takes are going to start toeing some line. like, maybe at some point there’s a line of some sort? idk? it would seem that taylor pointed out that line, or decided not to course correct whoever pointed out the line.

what i think i mean to say is, i struggle with anyone saying there is nothing wrong with voicing your opinion on taylor’s queerness if they are also actively working to popularize and normalize talking about taylor’s queerness using or supporting platforms or venues that, while they might often be homemade, contribute to things ultimately being published across the line. you can’t have it both ways. otherwise, yes, a lot of sympathy for the hate going around this week for us all as a collective community.

and one thing i kept returning to this week was the word museless and how sure, on the surface, it seems like such an easy argument to say that people who focus on taylor’s muses are being invasive because people are being named and that talking about queer subtext is not because it’s academic and generalist. but i kind of wonder if the opposite isn’t actually true sometimes.

because what kaylors or other earnest muse groups are doing is trying to understand what inspired taylor to create most of her music in the first place; the what is so often a who because of the amount of love songs in her discography. and in the end, all we can really say at this point are rumors, look at the public facing reality we are stacked up against right now. all we can really be is weird. tinhatty. all we are doing is creating more folklore. if we are delusional, we are not credible. on the other hand, while talking about how gay her stuff is on tumblr or a bulletin board is all well and fine, if you go further afield than that and make a point of doing so “objectively” and spending so much time to build up ones legitimacy, working to become an authority, and taking money for it, it kinda means you’re ultimately building a stronger and stronger objective case for her being gay (umbrella term) at all. and that —at this point in time— is a threat.

i don’t think there’s a hard right or wrong, like sure, one could make some trolley problem argument that taylor the individual shouldn’t take precedent over her work being made an example of for the greater good or something to that effect, but at the same time maybe there’s something or there are some things in there to protect? maybe there are reasons she is not out? maybe she wants to proceed in her own way, because of the context of her life? maybe there’s a reason to want to maybe not make an endeavor of taylor? the other day i saw some stuff floating around on twitter about how oh i’ve never seen a full kaylor timeline kaylors never present a clear timeline post-2016 and then you get people commenting that’s because they don’t have one ha hah! take that kaylors! blah blah blah and it’s like, no, how about considering why the heck any one of us would want to collate that or even express our thoughts in full to people who belong to a group that refuses to keep things to themselves, given what we believe? like, my understanding or perception of taylor’s muse makes me want to be all hazy about it. focusing just on the queerness… i worry it might be making some amount of people lose perspective.

[jjsmaybank20]

Ok, request. Maybe??

The song the night we met by Lord Huron gives me such muse for an angst filled story.

Anything you can think of with Jenna + reader.

The Night We Met

Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader

Summary: You had all and then most of her, some and now none of her.

Warnings: Angst with no happy ending

Word Count: 439

A/N: Bro I'm in a slump rn, that's why it's not long. Sorry about that, hope you like it anyway!

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You realized now that your relationship with Jenna would never work. She was truly invested in her craft, and you were too dependent on her love and affection. You wish that in the beginning of your relationship, you could have prepared yourself for the distance and heartbreak that you would experience, but it was too late for that. You had fallen in deep, and there was no way out besides pain.

When you had first met Jenna, you were cautious of getting into a relationship with her. You didn’t want to have your relationship break down, but Jenna continued to pursue you and promised you that she will never leave you feeling abandoned. You believed her then, but now you wish you could go back and tell yourself not to.

It didn’t happen all at once. At first, the two of you were happy as can be. Jenna spent as much time with you as she could, while also going to auditions and finding new roles. You both managed her work-life balance well, and you understood her commitment to her art. You were just happy that she was also able to commit to you.

Slowly though, she started to drift away. She traveled more for roles, which you understood, but when the calls and texts started coming in less and less, you began to feel like you used to have all of her, and then most of her, then some, and now none of the woman you loved.

You really didn’t know what you were supposed to do, because you loved Jenna with your whole heart. It seemed like every time you two might have begun to talk things out, it would quickly devolve into an argument. Sometimes when you were aimlessly wandering around your house, it felt like you didn’t have a girlfriend anymore, just the ghost of one.

You found yourself wishing that you could just go back to the night that you met her. When you hadn’t touched her yet, when you weren’t constantly fighting. Instead, you were full of the fear of losing what you once had, even though you know that it’s already gone.

Your eyes fill with tears as you realize that it is too late to fix your once amazing relationship with Jenna, and that you would have to leave. You break down into tears, before looking at your lockscreen. It was a picture of you and Jenna, grinning at each other as if the person opposite had hung the stars in the sky. You smile sadly at it before muttering to yourself, “Oh, take me back to the night we met.”

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Midnight Coffee Race

{Underfell Papyrus X Reader}

TW- This one- shot contains mentions of: insomnia, bullying, and trauma. If the following subjects make you uncomfortable please scroll off this fic.

"You should sleep."

"I AM NOT HUMAN, THEREFORE, I DO NOT REQUIRE SLEEP."

You sighed. This conversation usually led nowhere. Today wasn't going to be anything different. You knew Papyrus had trouble with sleep, but still the fact he was constantly awake bothered you. It was not good for him. You felt that he knew that as well. Why he denied anything was wrong was a mystery to you. Still you decided to try again.

"Still. Human or not, you can't just not sleep. Besides when was the last time you slept anyways," you asked.

"I CAN AND I WILL. AND FOR THE RECORD WHEN I HAVE SLEPT IS NOT ANY OF YOUR CONCERN," he retorted. You could feel him beginning to look uncomfortable, although hiding it with annoyance.

"Well," you pressed on. He shifted a bit before he spoke.

"...I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN AGES."

"Papyrus!?" He seemed slightly taken aback at the change in your tone. There were few arguments between the two of you. This was different. Not that it was out of line. Ages. How long could that be? A few weeks? Months? Years? You would never know, and he would never tell you. You shook your head.

"I don't like this, it could be really bad for you. Just try to get some sleep. Okay," you said. He didn't respond. You left the room to do something else. The conversation still bugged you, but you tried to push it off.

"hey." You flinched and turned around.

"Oh hey, Sans." You relaxed. You've known Sans for a while, but him sneaking up on you via shortcut never got easier.

"so the argument still went nowhere huh," he started. Sans knew for his brother's problems. You could tell he felt some guilt that he couldn't do much about it. Like Papyrus, you could never figure out why. With what little they told you about the Underground, it probably had to do with that. You frowned. Everything you knew; from the war, to what happened to the fallen humans, to the effect it had on the monsters. It struck you the wrong way. Sans noticed it and quickly began to reassure you.

"eh don't worry about it too much. cruelty was standard back then and things are better now," he tried. You didn't know whether he was trying to convince you or himself. You shrugged.

"I know. It just he's been refusing sleep for who knows how long and doesn't really do anything about it. I'm getting worried." Sans nodded. You wanted to be alone for a while. He must've noticed since he teleported to who knows where.

That night, you were feeling quite restless yourself. How ironic, you mused. To tell Papyrus to sleep while you're barely getting any yourself.

Sliding out of bed, you went out into the kitchen. Maneuvering the dark proved some difficulty since you didn't want to draw attention to the others. Stumbling through the house, you managed to find the kitchen.

"YOU'RE STILL UP?" Your head shot up. Of course he'd be awake. What part of you thought you'd be the only one up? You knew how stubborn Papyrus could be. Even still, you nodded. He motioned for you to sit down. As you sat down, you SOUL was telling— screaming at you that something was wrong. He sat quiet, contrasting his usual loud, confident self. There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. He grabbed its handle with vice-like grip. You both sat in silence for a while. Slowly, you broke it first.

"You okay?" He paused and turned to look at you.

"YES."

*He's lying.

"Did you have a nightmare or something."

"NO!" He clamped his mouth shut. His tone softened as fast as it sharpened.

"I'M FINE. YOU DON'T NEED TO KEEP ASKING ME," he corrected. You tried to believe him but still your mind refused to accept it.

"Don't shut me out. You had a nightmare. Tell me what happened so I can fix it." He gave a small laugh.

"I ADMIRE YOUR TENACITY, BUT THERE IS NOT MUCH YOU CAN DO TO FIX EVERYTHING THAT PREVENTS ME FROM FALLING ASLEEP."

"Well you could always start by telling me why," you offered. Again you were met with silence. You thought he was going to shut this idea down. Then, he spoke up.

"I DON'T SLEEP. MY MIND HAS THE SCARY CAPABILITIES OF BEING DARK AND DEMENTED."

"You're afraid of your dreams?"

"...YES," he said quietly. You stared at him for a while, not knowing what to say.

"I KNOW. I KNOW. IT'S PATHETIC," he said putting his skull in his hands, "BUT NOTHING I DO CAN MAKE WHAT HAPPENED DOWN THERE GO AWAY." You took it all in. He had just told you one of his most vulnerable problems. Something that could have harmed him back Underground. You didn't know what to do. Without thinking, you grabbed one his hands.

"You're not pathetic. You've just been through a lot. If there's anything on your mind, you can tell me," you said smiling at him. He tried denying it, but you could tell he was grateful for it.

So he told you. He told you everything. The cruel conditions the Underground had been in when Asgore had issued that proclamation. The normalization of bullying. "Kill or be killed" became the motto.

He told you how he was stuck in the midst of it all.

Papyrus had told you how Asgore had made him a guard and the scar that would forever remind him of all the mistakes he had made. He told you the distance that started forming with his brother. He told you how his friendship with Undyne fell to pieces. And you listened. You let him pour his SOUL out. It pained you and you both knew, but you wanted to be there for him.

The worst part wasn't what he said. It wasn't the mistakes he made. It wasn't even anything he had done in the Underground.

The worst part is how he blamed himself.

The way he spoke of himself was so different than the way he portrayed himself. It was different from who he actually was. If words could hit, these would strike the mightiest of blows to you. You hated watching someone you cared for so deeply berate himself for trauma. There had to be a way to make him stop.

So you did. Instinctively, you pulled him to a hug. He stopped mid-sentence.

"AM I SCARING YOU?"

"No I just thought you needed this," you replied. He scoffed.

"YOU CAN'T JUST HUG ME AND THINK EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE OKAY." You looked at him.

"Maybe they won't be okay, but they'll be better. We'll have each other and help each other," you said pulling away to meet his gaze, "It's not going to fix everything that happened, but it would make it hurt less. You noticed Papyrus beginning to smile. He caught himself and pulled you back in so you couldn't see. Giggling, you let him have this.

"You still need to sleep though."

"LIKE YOU'RE ONE TO TALK RIGHT NOW."

"how 'bout you both go to bed!? i can hear your lover's quarrel from in here and the door's closed," Sans yelled from his bedroom. You both paused. Papyrus facepalmed and you rolled your eyes.

"He's not wrong we should get to bed," you said.

"AND FIND A BETTER PLACE TO TALK," Papyrus added bitterly, walking out of the kitchen. You followed him.

"Well we can think of that in the morning."

[streaminn]

Clio was, quite frankly, not paid enough for this shit. Being a nurse at Nevermore wasn't always such a bad gig but damn sometimes it really did feel like the universe at large was out to get her. Specifically. She idly wonders if she can find out if a past life had somehow royally screwed her over cause this couldn't just be her own singular bad luck.

She was pretty sure she hadn't done anything to cross any of the more arcane inclined outcasts but honestly one could never be completely sure.

Somehow, some way she is just constantly shadowed by the fucking Addams brood.

Clio was not in the habit of carbon dating herself like Weems so loved to do but she had also attended Nevermore at the same time as Gomez and Morticia. She and Weems would sometimes commiserate about the things they had unintentionally seen and heard during their years as students.

Weems, of course, had it worse than her as she had shared a room with Morticia but Clio hadn't lucked out much better given that she shared a wall with Gomez. Sounded like a damn active construction site.

All that to say that Clio had her fair share of Addams eccentricities and above all else: Addams courting rituals.

If she were still the academic she was as a student she would have loved to study the various steps for the ritual and the origination of said steps. But she wasn't.  Instead, when Weems took over as Headmistress and offered her a job as a nurse, she devoted herself to making sure none of these knuckle-headed idiots got themselves killed during the course of the year.

And damn did these assholes try.

(For all her talk, she took her role seriously. She remembers the names of every child who has passed under her care. Every student she has failed. Every grieving family that entrusted her with their safety. She knows each and every one of them and quietly she grieves for them all.)

Despite having been a nurse for some years now and despite being far too acquainted with the Addams and their "quirks"... she has to admit that the Addams girl standing in front of her is perhaps the most interesting of her ilk.

"So to make sure I'm understanding this correctly, you are asking me to write up what amounts to a 'get out of jail free card' for the use of what is quite literally one of the most lethal poisons we keep on hand?" she asks, though she's pretty sure what answer she's gonna get.

"Correct."

Yeah that's what she thought.

"Not happening." without another word she turns around to at least attempt to focus back in on the paperwork piling up on her desk.

She expects an argument. Something purely logical that befits the scion of such an ancient bloodline. What she gets instead sets off blaring red sirens in her head.

"Please."

She whips around in her seat fast enough to nearly unbalance her. There is no way she heard that correctly. Wednesday Addams does not do "polite". She's willing to entertain this further if only for the sake of her curiosity.

"Alright, I'll bite." she says. The girl goes to speak but she silences her with a raise of her finger. "I'll only write the script and deal with the ensuing hell that will be raised if you tell me why. No bullshit answers, Addams, we both know I'll see right through it."

Clio watches as her words sink into the young girl's head. It's interesting and definitely amusing watching this young one struggle with what she remembers her parents being oh so happy to willingly (and loudly) share.

Yes, Clio is fully aware that Wednesday is asking for wolfs-bane and nightshade extract as some sort of ingredient in her courting of Enid. Yes, she is fully aware that the two have grown extraordinarily close after what happened the semester before. And, yes, she is also aware the Enid is probably very unaware of the fact that the Addams scion is attempting to court her. She is completely aware of all of these things but also her job gets boring and this seems like it'll keep her entertained for at least the semester.

It seems during her musings , Wednesday was finally able to gather her words.

"As I am sure you have already gleaned, I am planning to pursue a courtship with Enid. Part of my family's rituals requires that we take that which could harm both ourselves and our intended and use it in a way that expresses our desire to keep them safe from that harm. Obviously due to her being a werewolf, wolfs-bane would be require for this portion of the courtship." Wednesday explains in the detailed manner that Clio has come to expect from her.

"Fair enough." is all she says as she searches her desk for where she put her script papers.

There is silence between the two as she writes down her permission for the use of both poisons and the amounts she was approving. She hands over the small form but keeps a grip on it, not yet relinquishing.

"A word of advice, Ms. Addams?" she offers.

Wednesday tilts her head slightly in acquiesce.

"Don't overthink things with Enid. I'm not saying you can't make things special or to not go above and beyond for her. I'm saying that sometimes the fastest way between two points is a straight line. Be direct. Too much room to interpret can lead to miscommunication." she says. She hopes she understands what she's telling her.

Wednesday stares at her for a moment and Clio can feel that her words have gotten through. Good. While she looks forward to the entertainment of watching an Addams court a wolf like Enid, she doesn't want either of them to struggle unnecessarily. That would just be cruel.

The young Addams goes to leave and a thought catches her attention.

"Ah, before you go." she calls out.

Wednesday pauses at the threshold of her infirmary.

"I remember your father almost tearing his hair out trying to figure out what to do for his Gift. Wolves have their own history that was often passed down orally through stories. Enid strikes me as the kind of girl who loves a happy ending. Maybe take a stroll through the mythology sections of the library. Worst comes to worst, you could always reach out to her father and see which stories she liked to hear growing up. Take some inspiration from them." she says, feigning nonchalance.

The goth glances back at her before fully taking her leave.

Clio hopes that her nudges work. She feels a certain kinship with the two. Outcasts among outcasts as they are. Wednesday an Addams who as a whole tend to put even fellow Outcasts on edge. Enid a late bloomer and now a Grimwolf. Herself as a clairvoyant, specifically a mind-reader. All three of them mistrusted for one reason or another. She shouldn't have favorites among the students but even she has to admit she tends to let things slide a lot more when it comes to those two.

She thinks to herself that the two would make a cute couple.

(And she's right... for a time.)

I think diving into what Morticia and Gomez were like during Nevermore is so fun. They're so much more open and dramatic with their feelings.

(Lore Dump: Clio is a long-suffering old friend of both Morticia and Gomez. She didn't have much control over her abilities at the start of attending Nevermore so she was constantly bombarded with everyone's thoughts.

She stumbled across Morticia while looking for somewhere quiet to hide. Tish had such control over her thoughts that even Clio couldn't read them and it was like a breath of fresh air being around her.

Clio got to know Gomez cause they were next door to each other and Gomez thinks so loud she could hear him through the walls. It was only ever opera music though which she thought was weird as hell but after a while she kinda developed a taste for it so.)

Okay this is all cute and games but knowing that Wenclair lost contact made me think what Wednesday did backfired badly

I'M HOPING IT DIDN'T BUT I DO LOVE THE WORD BUILDING

Rip to clio bc Gomez is a very full hearted person so you bet so are his thoughts

[hockeynoses]

Calling In

Another Ste/ddie snz fic! 😅

Summary: Steve is sick and hopes that he won’t have to call off of work tomorrow. Eddie thinks he’s delusional. 1k.

Warnings: Some coughing. Not too much mess (nothing like what I sometimes write, anyway).

Notes: I wrote a rough draft of this for myself a month or two ago. I came across it today and decided to clean it up and post it. At this point, I’m a one-trick pony, but the “heart” wants what it wants. 💖

~*~

Steve had been forced to stay home today, having been taken down by a terrible head cold. Eddie came home from work to find him bundled up on the couch, looking like he’d just woken up from a nap. It pulled at something in his chest, seeing Steve so vulnerable like this.

After having dinner and catching each other up on their day (not that Steve has much to report), they’re snuggled back on the couch, watching TV.

“Baybe I’ll be well enough to go to work toborrow…” Steve muses hopefully.

Eddie shoots him an incredulous look. “You think you’re going to be better enough to work tomorrow?” His eyes flick to the pile of tissues currently surrounding Steve. The man can barely make it through a sentence without sniffling, sneezing, or coughing. He’s constantly holding a bundle of tissues up to his face because his nose is totally out of control and lord knows what might come out.

“Idt could happedn!” Steve says indignantly, into the aforementioned wad of kleenex. He gives a productive blow while glaring at Eddie, eyes tired and red-rimmed.

“Okay, we’ll see how you feel tomorrow morning,” Eddie relents. It isn’t worth it, and he doesn’t want to start an argument that would stress Steve out when he should be taking it easy. Steve nods like the matter is settled. Then he tilts his head back, eyes closing, inhaling a shaky breath before – “haaah…hah’ESSSHH’oo!” With the soaked mass of tissues still pressed to his face, he sheepishly looks at Eddie and asks, “Cand you bmake be some tea?”

Eddie chuckles, giving him a soft look. “Sure, sweetheart.” He pushes back the hair that had fallen into Steve’s face before heading into the kitchen.

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The next morning, Steve wakes up feeling just as bad as yesterday – if not worse.  Blearily, he comes to, his nose somehow both crusted over and still running. It’s even on his pillow and he feels disgusting. He draws in a breath, throat dry from a night of mouth-breathing and no water, and immediately breaks into a crackling, chesty cough that makes him curl into himself. He tries his best to cover with his hand, which is now a mess, having just used it to wipe his nose.

As he’s catching his breath, the fit mostly over with, Eddie steps into the room, still in his pajamas and holding two cups of coffee.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Concern shines in his big eyes. “You sound awful.” He sits on the edge of the bed next to Steve, setting both mugs on the nightstand and grabbing several tissues from the box there, handing them over. “Here.”

Steve takes them gratefully and presses them to his poor nose. “Tha-ahhh- hih’KISSSHHH’uu! Ugh. Thaggs.” He blows his nose, which tickles his throat and causes him to cough up more gunk from his lungs. When it’s over, he turns to lay on his back again, groaning. “Oh god…”

Eddie pats his hip through the covers. “Still feel like going to work today?” he asks, trying and failing to keep a hint of smugness from his voice.

Steve groans again, this time in frustration, as he rolls over and buries his face into the pillow, hiding from Eddie. “You’re so bmean.” His words are muffled into the plush fabric.

Eddie laughs. “Hey, I’m not mean!  I brought you coffee.”

Steve peeks an eye open, reminded of the mug on the nightstand next to him. He can barely smell, but what he can, smells good.

“And I have the day off, so I can stay with you all day.” Eddie gives him a little poke through the thick comforter.

“Are you gonna be nice?”

“Baby, I’ll be so nice it’ll blow your socks off. I’ll get you anything you want.” Eddie pauses, carding a hand through Steve’s messy hair. “Should I get the phone so you can call in?”

“Ha-knxxgt! SNF. Yeah.” Steve pouts a little in defeat. Eddie’s vindication over being right is dulled a bit by how pathetic Steve looks.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Sit tight.”

Steve sits up and tries to clear the grittiness from his voice so he’ll sound somewhat human. It only makes him cough more. Grabbing his coffee off the nightstand, he takes a few sips, the warm liquid helping to soothe his throat.

Eddie comes back and hands him the cordless phone, picking up his own mug and settling into the other side of the bed. Steve dials the number.

“SNF. Hey, Robidn.” His voice is a rough croak. “I thigk I’b godda have to stay hombe agaidn. I’b still-hah…. still- ihhh-hih’ERSSSH’IUE! Ugh. Really sick.” He moans and rubs his nose. Eddie presses a tissue into his hand, which he gratefully accepts. “Yeah. I’b – hih….heh’AESSSHOO!  I’b sorry.” He buries his face into the tissue and gives a couple of soft blows. Robin’s voice filters through the line, tinny.

“I dod’t wand to get adyone else sigk,” Steve responds. “And besides, Eddie would probably kill me if I tried to combe idn today.” He glances at Eddie with a tired smile. Eddie nods his head in silent agreement and sips his coffee.

“Okay. Hih’ISSHHH’ah! I will. Thaggs.” He ends the call and sets the phone down on the side table. “Well, that’s done.” He has just enough time to snap the ruined bundle of tissues back up to his face before – “ih’KISSH! Hah’TISSHSH!” He gives an exhausted blow before clearing his throat. “I thigk I bmight go back to sleeb.”

“Can you stay awake long enough for some breakfast? You should probably eat.”

“Just – hih’AEESSH’UE! Just wake be up agaidn whedn it’s ready.” He lays down again, curling onto his side.

“Alright, baby, I can do that.” Eddie rubs his back. “You have any requests?”

“Hmm… pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Eddie says dramatically. “It’s a high ask, but your wish is my command.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder before getting up to make breakfast.

[callofthxvoid]

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something (dahlia)

Fuck you, Darcy.

Sometimes, Dahlia stayed awake at night thinking about the fact that that those were the last words she said to him before he left for the Coast Guard. Their mutual friends had organised a bon voyage party for him, which she had not attended, and a group of them had gone with him on the day to see him off, but she had refused to join. Even after they had asked her twice if she was sure that she didn't want to come.

It was normal for her and DJ to have little arguments with each other—expected even. What was not normal was for her to go weeks without speaking to him at all.

And then weeks turned into a month. Two months. Three months. Half a year.

At some point, when she was riding her bike past his family's ranch and caught a glimpse of his pickup truck in the barn, she realised that she wasn't even angry at him anymore. She was just too proud and too stubborn to admit that she was hurt.

Or that she missed him.

God, she missed him.

She missed seeing him every day. She missed rolling her eyes at his stupid behaviour. She missed him constantly teasing her, missed him telling her to get in the fucking truck whenever she tried to ride her bike home from school in the rain, missed those nights the two of them drove that same truck out into the middle of nowhere and sat together in the back just talking. She missed her best friend, and she missed him so much that she was starting to realise he was a lot more than just her best friend.

But she couldn't possibly tell him that now, not after blowing up at him like that and then giving him the silent treatment for almost a year. What was she even meant to do? Call him up and say 'hi, long time, I'm in love with you, sorry for being a bitch'?

And then, one day, she got a text message with a picture of weird statue.

Darcy: look it's you

She paused, barely able to breathe as she stared at his name in disbelief, a whole year's worth of unspoken feelings bubbling up to the surface, before she felt herself smiling.

Dahlia: at least I still look better than you

[scham-wcan]

CinWin

2, 8, 18, 32, 37

XD

Your wish is my command, CinWin coming up

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to? I feel as though, especially early on both of them are insanely light sleepers for very different reasons. Winter still has the high strung soldier mentality where she' sleep anywhere but pop up fighting ready, while Cinder is just haunted by memories and nightmares constantly. It takes effort but gradually Winter gets used to waking up to Cinder cursing herself out and Cinder gets used to sleuthing around to try and avoid waking her up. While Winter's Schnee sleep phase kicks in later and she finally gets the whole 'sleeping in' thing Cinder's light sleeping doesn't go away as much as she can contend with it--lotta nightmares still but she's able to rationalise them now.

8. What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? The most obvious way I think is Cinder is snarky and rather crude in how she acts and behaves while Winter very much still tries to restrain herself in a lot of manners so she comes across as blunt or passive aggressive. All of which come across easily whenever they are less than pleased with something, its almost like being analytically dispatched by the mean girls at a party for not wearing pink. Also they're both very intelligent and combat oriented, so organisation and anything involving planning they are both already planning/scheming a way to get things done.

18. What song fits them perfectly? I have like eight Kiss Me You Animal - Burn the Ballroom Spillways - Ghost Rapture - Ok Goodnight Demons - Hayley Kiyoko Glitter & Gold - Barns Courtney Femme Fatale - Coyote Kid Supermassive Black Hole - Muse Vultures - Vigil of War

32. How do they resolve their arguments? So my gut says that at the start of their relationship they were really difficult to deal with arguments. Winter really restrains herself just as much as Cinder because there is some shock horror that "what if I say the wrong thing and then I lose them forever?" so a lot of what really could cause arguments is dismissed in really unhealthy ways. But as time goes on and eventually they on a more secure ground their arguments turn either into heated debates where both of them get their whole point in, though from the outside everyone thinks they are about to break up, while eventually just finding a bridge between the two of them. Other than that I mean sparring for it seems on the table in a lot of respects if their emotions are that high.

37. What do they like the least about each other? See this is the difficult one with otps cause obviously the answer you want it to be is nothing but Cinder and Winter probably still have so much baggage. Cinder I think despises how needing Winter is for approval still, from Ironwood, Atlas, and from whoever the next allegiant Winter devotes herself to it just seems like Winter is never allowed to really express herself because of that need to be a good solider. The worst being that if it is Cinder and the strong warrior Schnee starts treating her like someone who can do no wrong, when Cinder would be so bitter about it to the point of an argument probably. Otherwise Winter is too work oriented, she needs to be doing something and is incapable of enjoying the wealth they've earned to be where they are now. Sort of parallel to Cinder, Winter almost finds Cinder's self devotion nauseating, not like she's repulsed by it, but it is an ideological thing of who is Cinder going to be fighting for whenever something happens. The answer naturally is what she has earned and what she values, which Cinder knows is Winter but its difficult to tell her that while she's pissy. But more than that what Cinder hates Winter for in her idle hands Winter just as much sees that in Cinder, she's still so skittish and restless, a handover of the time where she had nothing. But as much as they dislike those parts of the other it still seems that they're things which the other finds endearing about their partner. Like Cinder's anxiety about loss speaks to how much she values Winter even though Winter knows she isn't going anywhere. Just like how Winter's need to be dutifully loyal has transitioned to being about Cinder and their family, even as much as Cinder disdains being hailed as the steerer of that ship, Winter would run through fire for her.

[unreales]

𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 & 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

*rolls in like james bond* hey besties! you can call me clea (she/her, 21+) and i could not be more hype to be joining you all! spy / secret agent rps are some of my favorite subgenres, and i've had so much fun building up this muse so far & i can't wait to meet her fellow agents! you can find a pretty thorough idea of real (ironic tbh) in the pages linked above, but i also have some facts and wanted plots below! you can consider this a plot call as well, just interact with this post somehow and i'll dm you! we could also exchange discords if you're more comfortable that way ♡

meet praewa laithomya, better known by her thai nickname: real! she was introduced to aegis international through her father who has ties to the powers that be as a former high ranking thai royal navy admiral and current thai ambassador to korea.

her mother is also no slouch, being a famous thai socialite and direct relative to the former prime minister, and the two would rub elbows with the patrons of the obsidian lounge in hopes they would climb the social ranks quickly.

her older brother was also an agent, though he passed away around the time real completed her own training. it devastated her of course, but she's the type to deal with emotional things in private while publicly carrying on with her life.

nearly seven years have passed since her training was completed, and real has been a valued agent with aegis international ever since. she's known as agent venus, so christened due to her tendency to use her seductive wit to extract information.

she's an expert liar, charming as hell and something of an intangible concept. she keeps a lot of personal details close to the vest, even when it comes to fellow agents. this is due to a multitude of reasons, the main two being: it's a defense mechanism as she's experienced a tough loss already, and it's excellent practice for her work in the field.

that said, she's always very charismatic and friendly, showing interest in the people around her and caring very deeply about the wellbeing of her fellow agents. she worries a lot when other agents get hurt or are in danger and is constantly losing the idgaf war in those moments.

she's also very diplomatic and is careful to remain neutral when internal conflicts arise. she's a rather adept problem solver when it comes to disagreements between agents, especially in the field. she's often brought in to mediate heated arguments which can happen pretty easily in such high stress situations.

she's kinda giving bond girl vibes? very intelligent and sultry and kind of dreamy, but hard to place at the same time.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. despite the depiction of them given, these two aren't romantically involved at all, but they work together so closely and so often, they've become the best of friends within the agency. pairing them up on the same mission usually has top notch results, as they play off one another so well.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒. you and real went through the rigorous training for aegis international at roughly the same time, so you've seen real at emotional lows no other people have which makes her feel sort of strange around you. it's almost as if you know some horribly dark secret about her, despite it all being perfectly reasonable.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊. though it was but for a short time, you worked alongside real's brother pim towards the end of his life. you were even on the mission where he ultimately succumbed to his injuries. ever since then, real has looked to you as an important link to something she's lost, and enjoys spending a large chunk of her free time with you.

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. passing glances and kindred eye rolls were essentially the bulk of your relationship with real when she'd first moved to seoul, as you were both often dragged to boring galas and dinners by your equally influential families. now that you're both adults and working for aegis, you've been catching up on each other's current lives.

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄. a mutual friend within the agency decided it would be absolutely hilarious to intentionally set you and real up on a 'blind' date, despite the fact that you are very much familiar with each other. in fact, you've never really gotten along that well, even with real's sparkling mediation skills. when you realize the situation you're in after arriving to the date, neither of you are sure where to go from there.

𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒. you and pim had made countless promises to each other about the future and were deeply in love at the time of his passing. you still keep the ring he gave you as an intention of marriage, as it's extremely hard to let go of. you can't help but see real as a constant reminder of what you lost and still find it somewhat difficult to be around her even all these years later. (muse must currently be 32 - 38 yrs old)

more coming soon!

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I know some of you love the domestic stuff, so here’s some Tyler being a girl dad lol

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Tyler gets up with the kids. Helping them with their morning routines, making breakfasts and school lunches, loading up backpacks. Little mundane things that the average person takes for granted, but he finds calm in. The familiarity of the ‘same old, same old’, always knowing what comes next and how to handle it. For years his life had been anything but relaxed and routine; the job always unpredictable, never knowing when something could go wrong and finding yourself fighting for your life, constantly surrounded by the potential for chaos. Now he has complete control over the things taking place around him. He can keep things running smoothly, well organized, predictable. Instead of gunshots and explosions and people screaming in terror and pain, all there is to hear is his children’s voices and their giggles; maybe the occasional argument or a fight that needs broken up or one of Declan’s ear piercing shrieks. But no matter how loud it can get and how much it can try your patience, it’s still a thousand times better than the alternative.

He tends to Millie’s hair as they wait at the end of the driveway for the school bus. Carefully brushing out the tangles in her long, thick tresses, pulling apart separate sections and braiding them, securing them with impossibly small elastics she keeps passing back to him. It’s surreal; that his hands…with all their scars and their callouses and their busted up knuckles…had at one time been able to inflict so much damage on others, yet now can expertly and almost flawlessly, fix a five year old’s hair.

“These too!” Millie says, and fishes two sparkly Hello Kitty barrettes from the pocket of her hoodie.

“Really?” he smirks. “Cut me some slack. I need to draw the line somewhere.”

“I’m saving the Stars Wars ones for tomorrow because it’s Friday. I always wear those on Friday,” she reasons, and holds the small hair clips aloft once more. “Please, daddy?”

With a sigh he relents, snapping both open and holding one between his lips as he tends to the first.

“Maybe this is what you could get a job doing,” she muses. “A hairdresser.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. And I think they’re called stylists now. It’s more PC.”

“What does PC mean?”

“It’s just a more polite way to talk to people and about people. Like how it isn’t polite that you go around calling people dick heads.”

“But what if they are?” she asks. “What if they are dick heads?”

“Then just think it in your head. Don’t say it.”

“Dickheads need to know they’re dickheads,” she argues. “So they stop being dickheads.”

Tyler sighs. “Do you have to remember all the bad words I say around you?”

“You shouldn’t say them if you don’t want me to repeat them, daddy.”