Summary: Just a short drabble about Bucky having too much Asgardian Booze and the morning after.
WC: 1657
“Y/N! Heeeeeyyyyy! Where are youuuuu?”
She rolled her eyes as the slurred shouting and clunky footsteps grew closer.
“I’m in my room, Buck.” she shouted back
She peered her head from behind the bathroom door to find a very drunk Bucky Barnes standing in her bedroom.
“Always a fun time when Thor shows up…” she mumbled under her breath
“Heyyy why’d you leave the party early?” he slurred
The Avengers Tower was a gleaming beacon in the center of New York City and the home of many famous and lavish Tony Stark hosted parties. Tonight was a real banger. Y/N didn’t think Oscar parties had ever seen more celebrities and she was pretty sure the guy who hit on her at the bar was a Congressman.
“I was tired Bucky. Besides, you know parties aren’t really my thing.”
She left the party just as it was in full swing, choosing to ride the elevator to the floor that held her room instead of spending more of her evening with strangers. She was grateful to swap the heels and dress for sweatpants and the cocktails for a cup of tea.
“But you told me last week that if I filed the mission report, you’d save a dance for me at the party and youuuu forgot.”
She let out a sigh.
“Shit Bucky, I’m sorry.”
“Well just dance with me now.” he replied, reaching his arms out and making a grabby motion
“Give me five minutes to finish getting ready for bed.” she said
“Fine.” he pouted
She slipped back into the bathroom and hastily brushed her teeth. She sighed before exiting the bathroom again, mentally preparing herself to deal with a super soldier with too much Asgardian liquor in his system.
But Bucky was no longer standing in the middle of the room, waiting for an awkward dance between two friends who held more than a few feelings for each other. He was sprawled out, face down in her bed.
Crossover style 1. Characters from one franchise appear in the universe of a totally different franchise. 2. The plot of one franchise is applied to characters from a different franchise. "Bucky gets a dalmatian service animal and meets you and your service dalmation, very in the style of 101 Dalmatians."
Warnings: No use of Y/N. Female Reader. No other warnings, just fluff.
WC: 1,135
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Bucky plucked away at the old piano, a thrift find he reveled in playing to his heart's content to chase away the bad thoughts and keep him going. Pongo laid at his feet, a service dog he’d gotten a few years ago to help him through all the trauma. Not only an incredible companion, but a best friend.
Pongo knew hobbies were important for his human, especially one recovering from what he’d been through. But Pongo had been cooped up in that stuffy Brooklyn brownstone with him all day and was desperate for the fresh air. Afterall, getting out of the house was essential for Bucky’s health.
Pongo sauntered over to his favorite spot by the window, watching the world go by.
A tall, lanky girl walked by, brown coat shining in the sun. Her human wore a beret and oversized glasses. What an unusual breed.
Then came a pug, nose strung as high as her owners and not even giving Pongo in the window a second glance.
After them, a small child and her pup and an old woman on a bike with her dog in a basket.
Pongo laid his head on the window sill with a sigh.
Then he saw her, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Clean white coat, symmetrical spots and the most enchanting caramel eyes.
And the human wasn’t half bad either.
It had just been him and Bucky for far too long. But this mystery pair seemed like the perfect opportunity to change that.
Pongo lept to the front door, took his leash in his mouth, and galloped over to Bucky. His sad, large eyes told his human exactly what he wanted.
“Sorry bud, got kinda carried away. Alright, let's go to the park.”
Perfect. That had to be where the dalmatian and her human were heading.
Brooklyn’s Prospect Park was Bucky’s favorite place to be in the spring. The trees were in bloom and plenty of grass had finally grown in after the long winter, giving him and Pongo plenty of space to stretch out and play.
But today, Pongo didn’t seem interested in stopping at his favorite greenway. He ignored all the other pups he’d normally be so eager to play with. Bucky practically had to run to keep up with him, nose in the earth following a scent like a trained bloodhound and choosing a trail they’d never gone down before.
Finally they stopped. Bucky rested his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
They were by a beautiful pond, one they’d never come across before.
You were sitting on a nearby bench, head lost in a book with your dog sitting beside you, watching the water.
Pongo traipsed right over, leaving Bucky exasperated and still catching up.
He went up to your dog first, giving her a chance to sniff him and make sure he was okay before approaching you. She seemed unsure, but he went ahead anyway.
You excitedly put down your book and gave him some pets.
“Well hey there handsome guy, who are you?” you asked
“Sorry!” Bucky finally caught up “Sorry, that’s my dog. He usually doesn’t bother strangers.”
“Oh no, it’s fine. He’s a sweetie. Aren’t you?”
Pongo looked incredibly pleased with himself as you scratched a particularly good spot behind his ear.
“What’s his name?” you asked the strange handsome man
“This is Pongo. He’s my service dog.”
“Pongo! Oh you’re a good boy!”
Bucky bent down, giving your aloof dog some attention as well.
“This is Perdita. She’s also my service dog.”
“What a pretty girl.” Bucky commented as he stroked her head
Perdita shot Pongo another look, as if to say “Haha, I’m getting some attention too!”
“Well,” Bucky stood, “We’re sorry to bother you. Like I said, this is unusual for him. Come on Pongo!”
“Oh no, you’re no bother. I love meeting other dogs!”
“Well, have a nice day.” Bucky said with a smile, bowing his head and reattaching Pongo’s leash, attempting to drag him away.
Pongo jumped up, nudging his nose against Bucky’s shoulder and in one motion, took his vibranium arm in his mouth. Bucky was knocked backwards, giving Pongo the opportunity to slip away and run, leash still trailing behind him.
“Pongo! Give it back!” Bucky shouted, finally getting back on his feet and running after him
You jumped up, attempting to help the stranger chase his dog and get his prosthetic back.
Perdita, meanwhile, looked amused as she watched you and Bucky run around in circles, trying to capture Pongo.
Suddenly, you and the man collided, chest to chest, as you both were too focused on where Pongo was and not each other. You looked down at your feet and Pongo had gotten his leash wrapped around both of your legs.
“Oh gosh, I am so sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, trying to untangle the two of you
Perdita jumped in, tugging at the hem of your coat to keep you from toppling over.
But it was no use. With a loud splash you and the man went crashing into the pond.
It was a shallow pond, but still it had done a marvelous job in soaking you head to toe.
“I am so sorry!” the man exclaimed as you both flailed in the water
You couldn’t respond, this incident being the tipping point in a terrible week. All you wanted to do was go to the park and read your book and relax. The tears started flowing freely.
“Oh god.” Bucky felt awful “Here.” he said, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket that was also drenched.
What kind of an old-fashioned weirdo carried around a handkerchief? You had to giggle at the fact. And it was totally useless too, as the man and his clothes and the things in his pockets had also fallen victim to the unexpected swim. So you giggled some more.
And the man also giggled. In fact, the two of you couldn’t stop giggling.
Two sharp barks from the bank of the pond snapped you out of it, as Pongo and Perdita sat side by side, tails wagging while they watched the two of you sit in the water.
“I’m Bucky, by the way.” the stranger said, offering you his flesh hand and helping you stand
You smiled at him and introduced yourself.
“Would you like to walk with me to my place? It isn’t far from here and I can get you some towels so you can dry off? Get a warm cup of coffee for you too? It’s the least I can do after my dog caused all this.” he offered
“I’d like that.” you replied
You helped him reattach his metal arm, and then you and he walked side by side out of the park, Pongo and Perdita not far behind.
How would Bucky react if Bee came home one day and had a bouquet of flowers that one of the PTA dads gave her for Malyshka? 👀
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumbleebee
Word Count: Drabble
A/N: Written on my phone, unbeta'd. Part of the bumblebee series.
Bucky carefully takes the flowers from Bumblebee's hands, his affable grin sliding off his face when he stands up, towering over you.
"Who gave you these?" His voice is deceptively calm, in stark dichotomy with the storm brewing in his keen blue eyes. His darkening gaze sends a shiver down your spine and it takes every ounce of your willpower to suppress your smile. This is probably not the best time to tease your mobster. Bucky knows the answer without even glancing at the card attached to the bouquet, he merely wants confirmation.
"Bucky," you stretch out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck, going on your tiptoes, you smooth the lines forming between his furrowed brows. "I barely remember the guy. Chris something I think. It's not important."
"I remembers Mommy. Mr. Cole gave 'em to you and remembers how he—" Bee states, squishing a stray lavender petal in her palm, blissfully unaware of what she started when she skipped in the house straight to Bucky to show him Cole's flowers."—he wanna touch your butts. You remembers?"
Don't laugh. Don't laugh.
"Thank you, Bumblebee." Bucky sees your lips twitch and a dark, menacing glint creeps over his bearded face. God, he's sexy when he gets like this. One day you'll figure out why that particular look makes your knees weak.
"You welcome, Papa," she sings out. Done with her part in this fiasco, she heads off to her playroom, leaving you alone with Bucky.
"Oh Cole. Right. That one. Yeah, they might be from him," you admit.
"Cole Turner. Farmer. Divorced father of two. Works upstate. Asthmatic." His gaze flicks to the flowers crumbling in his grasp. "Cheap."
Bucky knows all about the farmer, ever since the man first flirted with you. Bucky's been biding his time, content to let you handle him.
Until now.
If the way he's crushing the stems in his large tattooed hand or the way his heady gaze pins you in place wasn't enough to reveal how your mobster feels about another man giving you flowers, his accent slipping out as he lists off what he knows, says more than his words ever could.
Oh, he's furious.
And jealous.
It's not a bad look on him. You glance down and see the veins along the back of his hand, your eyes trailing up to his thick bicep barely contained by his tailored suit, and over to his face just in time to catch his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. Not bad at all.
Still, you can't let him hurt the asthmatic farmer even if Cole can't take a hint.
"James, whatever you're thinking, the answer is no." You clutch the sides of his jaw, making him look down at you. "I don't care about the flowers. Or what's his name. I love you." His expression doesn't change but you see his eyes soften. Pulling him down, your lips brush over his ear as you whisper. "I only want you. No one else. And if you agree to leave him alone, I'll show you how much you mean to me."
He knows that and he trusts you. He's not concerned about that. Bucky believes you're fucking irresistible and he can't blame other men for wanting you as badly as he does. Actually, he can and he will. Bucky drops the flowers and takes your face in his hands, his warm palms brush over your cheeks as he tilts your head back. "I'm going to need a lot of convincing Malyshka. It's going to take all night."
"Promise you're not going to do anything to him."
"I won't hurt him," Bucky offers with a casual shrug.
"Bucky."
"That's the best I can do. And Malyshka, you should be focused on how you're going to handle all the things I'm about to do to you." A smirk pulls at his lips and his unrelenting gaze skates over you in one smooth pass. His voice deepens, the sound vibrating over your skin as his lips find the side of your throat. "Remember what happened the last time you promised to make me feel better?"
Oh.
"I--"
"Don't worry, I'm about to remind you."
The following Monday.
You're dropping Bee off when you overhear Keaton talking to another mother. "We'll need someone to cover Cole's snacks for the rest of the year. I can't believe he up and left like that."
Your eyes widen as you subtly glance over your shoulder, listening carefully while taking Bee's little backpack off.
"What happened?"
Bucky what did you do? Without being too obvious, you take a step closer to the gossiping duo, their voices carrying over the sounds of the classroom.
"Apparently he just inherited a house in D.C. He told Kristen that it was left to him by some uncle but one of the conditions is he has to live there for ten years to keep it," "And get this, right after he finds out about the place, I'm talking two seconds after he hangs up with the lawyer, he gets an offer to take over some vendor that's a mile or two from his new place but they wanted him to start immediately. So he...." Her voice starts to fade as she strolls down the hallway.
No, he didn't. Laughter spills out, you slap your hand over your mouth to conceal the sound and wave goodbye to Bee. You spend the entire walk back to the car teetering between amusement and astonishment.
Bucky's waiting for you, leaning against the side of the car. A gorgeous, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand. But it's the smug grin on his face that has your attention. He doesn't have an ounce of shame in him and you both know he'll do it again.
"You're ridiculous, you know that right?" You say, taking the flowers from his hand. That cocky grin of his widens as he opens the door for you. "And insane."
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader/Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: you catch the attention of two very handsome strangers and you soon find out what they’re capable to do in order to keep you.
Warnings: none for this chapter besides a rude boss and an hint of praise kink.
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Dividers by @firefly-graphics
SERIES MASTERLIST
It was the most normal day at the shop, the kind of day when nothing happened.
The kind of day when you got bored.
It’s not that you didn’t like your job, being the assistant of one of the most important tailors in the city had its positive sides.
You got to work in a luxurious shop, meeting rich business men, aristocrats and politicians every day.
And the pay was not bad.
Still, your boss was a misogynist asshole who treated you as if you were his maid, rather than his assistant.
For him your degree in fashion had no value and he always undermined your opinions.
He didn’t care for it and made it clear from the beginning.
He was a coward and you were pretty sure he entertained many illicit affairs behind closed doors with some of his customers.
Still, you didn’t know anything about it and you were relegated to keeping the shop in order and bringing beverages to customers.
So, you were bored.
Most of your customers were older men, who wore boring clothes and talked about boring stuff.
They were all nice to you, some of them flirted, some of them left heavy tips trying to gain your sympathy but you didn’t care for it.
You were not interested in becoming the lover of some boring rich guy, you wanted more.
You wanted a real man, someone tall and big, someone that could grab you and turn you upside down as if you were a socket.
You needed someone who could rock your world.
Sadly, it seemed like a man like that didn’t exist.
Testimony to that were your last blind dates that ended up in unsatisfactory and boring sex.
You sighed while you were doodling on your notepad, waiting for the next customer to arrive.
Your boss seemed nervous and you watched while he kept running from one side to the other, gathering fabric and muttering to himself.
“Where’s that new silk that arrived last week?” He asked you.
“Uhm, it’s in the back, I’ll get it for you.” You replied while getting up.
“Be quick, he’s almost there and he doesn’t seem like the type who likes to wait.” Your boss insisted.
Few minutes later you were walking towards your boss, holding the fabric he was looking for and noticed that the customer had just arrived.
The man was standing in front of the long mirror, his back to you, while your boss was already at work taking his measurements.
You immediately noted the man’s broad shoulders, his long legs and wow, his ass, that was now constricted in some khaki trousers.
He was definitely younger than your usual clientele and when he talked, his deep and masculine voice sent a shiver through your back.
“Oh, y/n, you’re here! Quick! Leave the fabric on the table with the others.” Your boss told you, noticing you.
“Sure.” You replied.
That’s when the man noticed you and turned around in your direction.
Your breath hitched when you saw his handsome face.
He was looking straight at you, his eyes cold in the way they scrutinised your figure.
The same shiver from before made his appearance again and you had to concentrate to remember how to walk properly while you followed your boss’ instructions.
You instinctively smiled at the new customer and noticed how his expression remained stoic but he frowned a little, as if he was intrigued by your presence.
You couldn’t keep eye contact with him but noticed his well kept haircut and the moustache that was adorned his handsome face. A perfect frame for his defined jaw and high cheekbones.
God, he’s so dangerously hot. You thought, before quickly shaking all the inappropriate images that were running through your mind and remembered where you were.
“May I help you with anything else?” You quickly asked your boss, as you usually did on these occasions.
Sometimes he needed your help, others not.
The effect that the stranger was having on you made you wish this situation belonged to the latter.
Unfortunately, you were not this lucky.
Your boss seemed particularly on edge with this customer as if he was almost scared of him, so he asked you to stay and take notes of the man’s measurements on your notepad.
You stood in the corner and obliged, silently taking notes and following your boss instructions, aware of the way the stranger’s eyes were fixed on you.
“All done with the measurements, Sir. Would you like to get comfortable so I can show you the fabrics I gathered for you?” Your boss asked the man and you watched him nodding and moving to the velvet sofa that was in the room.
You tried to focus on your job and immediately followed the usual procedure, although the idea of speaking to the stranger made you nervous like you’ve ever felt before.
“Would you like something to drink, sir?” You asked him, your voice slightly trembling.
“Yes, sweetheart. What do you have for me?” You saw a hint of a devilish smile on his face while he caressed his moustache and you hoped he didn’t notice how that affected you.
“Uhm, we have - uhm - I can make some tea or coffee, we have champagne or water if - if you prefer.” You took a deep breath at the struggle of finishing a sentence while the man’s eyes were on you.
“Tea would be great.” The man replied, his expression, back to cold and assertive while he was studying your face.
“I’ll be on it immediately.” You walked out of your boss studio as fast as you could, taking a deep breath once you were in the corridor.
You leaned a little on the nearby wall and put a hand on your chest, trying to control your breathing and the wild beating of your heart.
You couldn’t figure out why this stranger was igniting this reaction from you, but you were craving to feel it again.
You jumped on the spot when suddenly your boss peeked his head out of the room and pointed his finger at you in an accusatory way.
“Stop acting silly and focus on your job, I don’t need you flirting with customers. Especially the new and important ones! Now move and get that tea ready, you embarrassed me enough for today.” You boss spit at you, walking quickly inside his studio without sparing another glance at you.
Feeling mortified, you tried to keep the tears that were menacing to come out in check, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.
Not a glance or a word at the stranger was spared from you once you walked in again until he left.
Another day, another customer.
While your thoughts were partially still occupied by the handsome stranger with a moustache that visited you the other day, you couldn’t help swooning and the man that just walked into the shop.
This customer’s behaviour was extremely different, he immediately smiled at you and didn’t waste a second to start flirting.
Only thing he and the man from the other day had in common was that they were both handsome as hell.
This man was sporting a well kept beard, long brown hair, that seemed incredibly soft, reached right below his ears.
Tanned skin was just the icing on the cake of his marvellous body.
He was taller than the stache guy but with equally large shoulders that were enveloped by what looked like expensive clothes.
Unlikely the stache guy, he asked for champagne and offered you a glass more than once, smiling at your shy refusal.
“Y/N! This is not the fabric I asked for! Go get the right one! Move!” Your boss yelled at you, interrupting the moment you were having with the sexy stranger.
You felt mortified and looked at your feet, too scared to hold your boss' look of disapproval.
“S-Sorry. I- I’ll get the right one immediately.”
“No.” The handsome stranger talked, you and your boss both stared at him, surprised.
“Sir?” Your boss intervened.
“I like the fabric she picked.” Sexy stranger said, leaving you speechless.
“Oh, but I assure you I’ve got something much more tasteful than this one.” Your boss stubbornly insisted, hating to be contradicted.
“Are you implying I’ve got no taste? That’s how you treat your customers?” Sexy stranger told him, his eyes cold and calculating now.
“Oh no, absolutely not. I just - I might suggest you should check the other one too.” Your boss tried to explain with trembling voice.
“Alright, but you go and get it then.”
“What?” Your boss asked, bewildered by the stranger suggestion.
“Yeah, I think your assistant needs a break and, you know what they say: customer’s always right.”
Your boss observed the scene in front of him confused, until a menacing look from the stranger made him quickly run outside.
“Are you thirsty, honey?” The sexy customer asked you, his voice enveloping you like a wake blanket.
You couldn’t figure out what was happening to you but him and the scary customer from the other day were able to make your brain go short circuit like no other did before and you were loving it.
Maybe you just needed to get laid.
“I- I’m fine.” Was the only thing you managed to say.
“Here, have a glass. It will do you good and it will make me very happy. Don’t you want to make a customer happy?” The man asked you and it was easy to feel like his words had a double meaning.
“Yes.” You whispered.
“Good girl.” He smiled and caressed your cheek.
Your skin tingled at his touch, even after hours he left.
That night you slept peacefully, expensive champagne in your system and two handsome strangers in your dreams.
Summary: Bucky runs into his ex at a winter carnival the MC is helping host, but she didn’t come alone.
A/N: Bucky is pretty possessive, but honestly, I lowkey love it. If you don’t like that kind of thing, probably skip it. He’s still incredibly soft because I can’t write Bucky, and he not be the softest.
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Bucky doesn’t think he has ever been this pissed in life. She always did know how to get a rise out of him, though, and if they were still together, he would have assumed this was some ploy to make him jealous. Y/n did that on occasion. She would flirt with one of the guys from another charter, or some punk sitting at a bar, and it always ended up the same way. Bucky would lose his shit. He would scare the dude off, with or without bodily harm, take her someplace private and reminded her who she belonged to. It was just a game – one they both liked to play.
This wasn’t one of those times.
Things between the couple ended three months ago, and seeing her still stung. Bucky’s tried to numb the burn with whiskey, club girls, and throwing himself headfirst into club business, but none of it worked. No matter who or what was staring back at him, all he saw was her.
To all the parents out there who bundle their babies up in the winter time with those little hats with the little ears that make them look like little teddy bears: You are doing the lord’s work. Seeing tiny ewoks toddle across the grocery store parking lot is just what we all need sometimes. My joy is immeasurable and my day is restored.
hear me out….. okay reader is famous and meeting fans,, a fan is wearing a top with like charles or max or whoever’s face on it and reader spots it and is like “…who is that😮💨” and the fans tell her and shes like “please show me their instagram” and then she follows whoever the guy you choose on ig,,, but one of the fans was recording the whole interaction qnd the video goes viral as well as a screenshot of readers ig following their account <3333 you can ignore i just thought this would be a good giggle type fic and your fics are my fav for giggling <33333
SUMMARY: your comic book signing takes a turn when a fan walks in wearing a t-shirt with a poorly photoshopped "charles lechair" or wheover that is
PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem! comic book artist! reader [ no faceclaim ]
A/N: this is for my charlie girlies i see your comments ladies and they make me smile im lurking and im stalking when you least expect it; all art used in this is by my lord and saviour dan mora if i could eat his artsyle i would
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ynlantern thank you everyone who stopped by for a print or a sticker @ comic_con ! and if you haven't, i'm here for the next 2 days
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orangleclerc HE'S IN THE LIKES Y'ALL
kirbyvettel can someone pls explain what's going on
orangleclerc I'll DM you the video
baconforza HEY I WANT TO KNOW TOO
lionkingseb ffs please someone explain
egggrosjean I've never cared about anything superhero related but this whole situation made me look into your work, and I have to say it's amazing!!! Keep up the good work
roboclaren HE FOLLOWED HER BACK LMAO
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pierregasly He's great with kids and dogs
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monte_carlos_55 STOP EMBARASSING HIM
verstoppen "My crush is coming act cool" My friends:
charles_leclerc What did I say
pierregasly I'm doing free promotion
charles_leclerc You're talking a lot of shit for someone within bitch slap distance
pierregasly Delete this, you're ruining my marketing strategy
scuderiaferrari It's true! He's actually a driver, strategist and team principal!
ynlantern isn't half of that your job?
scuderiaferrari @ charles_leclerc Nevermind, we don't like her.
charles_leclerc 😐
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ynlantern i heard he solved world hunger or something
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vertiddieenjoyer WAR IS OVER
ceruleanwilliams historians in 2294 trying to figure out what charles leclerc actually did and what the internet said he did to get him a date: 😰
pierregasly No need to thank me
honeyvettel the real main character
arthur_leclerc You did it. You crazy son of a bitch you did it.
charles_leclerc No swearing under her posts, please
arthur_leclerc Yes, mom.
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charles_leclerc Round 2 :)
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scuderiaferrari That was fast
carlossainz55 Unlike our pitstops
scuderiaferrari You're getting distracted
charles_leclerc Wish I could get distracted out of SF-23
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You know what I'm a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.
This applies to revealing love, apathy, anger, evil intent. I mcfuckin love it.
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