#I wanted the focus to be on them so I kept it simple c:

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Mega Mawile and Tinkaton ko-fi doodle for Gophersaurus!

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[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 21

Author's note: And we've made it to the end 😔 Hope you guys have enjoyed this story even if it isn't the very best out there and the plot isn't groundbreaking 😅 But sometimes you just need to read something cute and simple, and that was my aim with this. As always, thank you very much for reading and all your support. It means a lot 💜

Previous chapter

Masterlist

It had been a month since my fall at the Etihad. Since I had made it to the news because someone had reported that the woman rolling down the stairs was Rúben Dias girlfriend and that that was the reason why he had run to her aid half way through the team’s warm-up. Turns out that I wasn’t dreaming when I thought I had heard his voice.

And, of course, after being on tv now everyone knew about us, my parents included. After a few calls from my mum asking me how I was, she had finally convinced my dad to come visit me in Manchester, see with her own eyes that I was actually ok and that I wasn't lying every time she had called me, and also meet Rúben.

“Can you please stop? You are making me nervous” he said.

“I can’t. This is huge, Rúben. Like… huge” I said, dramatically lifting my arms in the air. “It’s not just that my parents are coming back to Manchester after ages and the possibility of us fixing things, but also ruining them forever. They are coming to meet you too. My boyfriend. The first I’m introducing them to.”

“Hopefully the last one too” he replied with his usual smirk.

“God, I hate you” I said, back to pacing around the living room. 

We were meeting at Lucy’s apartment since she and Julia were out with Rodri getting to know each other a bit more. Though Julia was already as in love with him as she was with Rúben.

“I love you too” he chuckled, those three words being something I still hadn’t been able to say despite being what I felt. 

“Urgh, that’s them” I said when I heard the door’s bell. 

“Relax, it’s gonna be ok” Rúben said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll charm them the same way I’ve done with your whole family.”

“Yeah, sure” I said, with a nervous laugh.

“I will. This is gonna work, ok?”

“Ok” I said, taking a deep breath.

“I love you” Rúben said.

“I love you too” I replied, not realising what I had said until I saw the smile on his face. I loved his smirk, but this one… This one had just become my new favourite smile.

“C´mon, let’s go meet my in-laws. We don’t want to keep them waiting” he said, taking my hand and walking towards the door.

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And all that, takes us to the present day. 

"Do you know what day it is today?" Rúben asks me as we walk towards our apartment. Because his apartment, is ours now.

Lucy and Julia have moved to Rodri's house, where she is loving having a huge garden to play football with him. Though what she is loving the most, is the idea of becoming a big sister in just a few months.

"It wasn't planned, it just happened" Lucy shrugged after sharing the news. "But I know he is the one, and not because every single person that knows me has said it. It is because I can feel it. It is different to what I've felt with all the other guys I've been with before, my ex included. He is the one."

After they left, Rúben asked me to move in with him, and I obviously said yes. Now I still take care of Julia from time to time when both Lucy and Rodri are busy, but I am not her nanny anymore.

"I'm 6 now! I don't need a nanny, that's for babies" she said one day. 

What I keep doing tho, is being her piano teacher. Hers, and a bunch of kids from her school. We’ve kept the piano at Lucy’s apartment, only going there for my lessons so we don’t bother Rúben. But besides teaching, I’m also playing at events and weddings all over the country. It doesn’t matter if they are posh or tacky, if they have a low budget or lots of money. If I like the people I’m playing for, I say yes. 

My dad didn't like the idea at first and said that, of course, I should focus on teaching. But when he saw how much I was earning by playing on those events, he changed his mind. And I want to think that the fact that he was seeing me enjoying playing the piano for the first time in my life, also had something to do with it. 

And things have also kept getting better and better between us. He has joined grandad and I at some Arsenal games, and Rúben got to charm him just as he said he would. Though I must confess I still am getting used to how well they get along. Seeing them laughing together feels so weird… 

"Do you remember or not?" Rúben asks me again when we make it to the front door, the new doorman opening it for us. Roger retired and he is now living in the countryside with his wife.

"Wednesday?"

"That's now what I asked. The number."

"Eh… 10th?"

"Urgh" he says, rolling his eyes. "Today, three years ago, we met for the first time. And it happened here, in front of this lift."

It had been three years already. Three years since I met Julia at the shopping centre. Since Lucy asked me to work for her. Since Rúben and I crossed paths on this same spot and I just froze in place. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and he still is. 

"I remember the way you looked at me" he chuckles. "You couldn't stop staring."

"I probably looked like an idiot. Or a creep."

"You looked very cute" he says, calling for the lift. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, about who you could be."

"Really?" I ask. He had never told me about it, about what he had felt when we first met. In my case, I didn't have to tell him. As usual, my face had said it all.

"Really. I don't know what it was, but there was something special about you. It felt... Different."

"Lucy would call that the one feeling" I chuckle.

"The what?" 

"The feeling you get when you meet the right person. The one" I say, walking into the lift.

"Interesting… But you know," Rúben says, walking behind me and pressing our floor's number. "This lift isn't just important because we met here for the first time. It also is important because it brought us together again."

"Oh, please. Don't remind me of that day."

"It wasn’t that bad" Rúben says with that smirk of his.

"The beginning was really bad. The end, not so much" I say, mimicking his smile.

"That's what I thought. And here is the thing" he says, stopping the lift.

"Rúben, what are you doing?"

"Listen to me" he says, taking my hands on his. "You just said it yourself, that what I felt when I first met you was because you were the one. And it's the truth. You are my one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I had a list of things I wanted to tell you, but I’m too nervous and I've forgotten most of them, so I'll keep it simple" he says, letting go of my hands and getting on one knee. "Will you marry me?" 

"Rúben, I..." I mumble, watching him get a small box from his pocket and opening it, the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen inside it. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure or serious about anything in my life. So I'll ask again, here, on this lift that brought us together. Twice. Will you marry me?"

"Yes" I say, my voice shaking. "Yes, Rúben, I will marry you."

I barely give him any time to get up, throwing myself at him and kissing him. A kiss, that three years later, keeps feeling and being movie worth it.

"I love you" he whispers, his lips still on mine.

"I love you too" I reply.

"But before we keep making out, can I put this on your finger?" he says, showing me box.

"Yes, of course."

"I hope it fits" he chuckles. "Lucy said it was the right size."

"She knows?"

"She knows" he smiles. "And she was right. Perfect."

"Wow" I say, inspecting it closer. "It's beautiful, Rúben."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. Though not as much as I love you" I say, kissing him again.

"We should probably go home, don't you think?" he says. "Continue with the celebrations there."

"I like how that sounds. Very very much."

But the moment the lift's doors open on our floor...

"Congratulations!" our friends and families scream.

"What the..." I mutter, my heart on my throat. "What is this?"

"A surprise party to celebrate our engagement" Rúben says, hugging me from behind.

"So… they all knew?"

"Yep" he replies, kissing my neck.

"What if I had said no?"

"Oh, c'mon, that was impossible" Lucy says, coming to give a hug. "He is your one, remember?"

"He is, yes" I say, looking at him while Rodri and Ivan congratulate Rúben, a big smile on my face. "He is the one."

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#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[lizaluvsthis]

Purposely on purpose

THIS is a second part of Accidental Kiss

It's another pov focusing on with the M&M duo! (This is not a ship-this is a friendship thing)

WARNING! SNOWTRAPPED MENTIONED

With the duo's teamwork upon making their own special fort for a base, they noticed something that mario have thought of a good idea...

(AGAIN. I'm not as much of an experienced fic writer I'm continuing this last part)

"Its'a Mario time- here we gooo!!!" Mario jumped out of the base and threw countless of snowballs to Bob and SMG4, Meggy kept making more snowballs to save its bullets.

"YOU SON OF A B-TCH I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR SH-T APART WITH MY SNOW GUN-" with bob's words, he pulled out a giant gun and pulled the trigger. Causing to damage the front of Mario and Meggy's base

"Thats it- you're on!" Meggy joined in as she pulls out her splatoon gun and jumped out of her fort. She charged from the attack, as bob dodged the bullets. The man in white and blue is shot to his left.

"You're gonna regret that!" SMG4 smiles as he pulled out his big machine gun firing tons of snowballs, "Mario's got a fish to deal with you-" he pulls out a tood out of nowhere, and flatten its head to make a shield.

"YOU STUPID C#%^" Bob shouted at Mario, as he swung both of his swords(hands...?) To split the snowballs in half. Sadly Bob is very bad at this.

"You'll never take me alive SMG4! Because..." Mario pulls up his sunglasses. "You've got-no RIZZ" SMG4's exasperated expression gave temper from Mario's comment.

"GET OVER HERE!!" "WOAH MAMA MIA!!!" SMG4 starts to chase wherever Mario goes, running across the grounds as he started shooting snowballs at the fat italian, But left with uncontrollable speed that the red italian has.

A few minutes later...

"WOA- huff huff..." Mario is getting slower and slower from having to escape with Four. He spots the fort he and Meggy made and rushed through the thick snow blocking his way.

"MEGGY!!! MEGGY! AYAYAYAYA! Pls let Mario in!!!" Mario grieved in desperation, a gap from the passage way opens as she quickly pulled the back of the red-man's collar. Then closes in.

Mario sighs in relief when Meggy shuts the door, "Red you should be more careful on what you were gonna say! Now SMG4 is probably looking for-"

Meggy's phrase when the two heard Four's muffled voice from the door. "Hahaha! Gotcha now Mar- huh?"

Meggy and Mario stood quiet and opened a small gap from the door to peek outside on whats happening.

SMG3 is seen on the other side making his snowman which is eggdog, then to his right it was SMG4. "Oh. You."

SMG3's wide eyes soften behind his furious glare, Meggy and Mario looked at eachother for a second then back to focus at the two ex-rivals.

"If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" "No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?"

Meggy slowly closed the door as Mario wanted to laugh, this took the dried Squid by suprise. "What is it Red?" Mario wanted to reply, but he couldn't help but snicker about the idea.

"Mario- is very- sorry-" he fixed himself up and starts to speak with a plan. "Mario has- a good ideal"

"Better not be one of those forceful kisses, because last time you did that from a tiktok challenge it didn't quite end we-" she heard a jingle from Mario's grasp.

It was a Mistletoe. Wait A MISTLETOE?!

"How did you- where did you get that?" "Mario borrowed it from a "friendly" neighbor from town ^○^"

I'm quessing it was stolen. Meggy thought from her head.

"Mario's gonna help and find a way to put a Mistletoe above them both to finally kiss!" "Mario- from the last time, we're not doing that." Meggy bugged his simple plan.

"Eh?" The sound of the meme audio and a glass shattering from the scenario. "But-but-" "You and know how much Three and Four had been through for like- I dunno-I was here six years ago when you told me about him and Four's unstable connection."

"So why do you not want to do it when you also want to?" Mario could never thought first about why, but to Meggy she didn't bother to answer. Mario's dumb but he has a heart, the only problem for him was that his brain doesn't correspond much to understand from what other peoples perspective have.

But this time, he has to learn something about it.

Meggy pulls up her splat gun and checks if she has enough ammo for an incoming battle with bob as she speaks.

"It's not that easy Marin, do you realize how hard it is for people like SMG4 or SMG3 to understand? Even tho I do also want that idea they both need to take their time to... yknow?" She gestures her hands, swaying clockwise.

Mario feels a bit confused as he scratched his head. Meggy grumbled in disbelief. "Ughh..." pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Mario again.

"Process their feelings with one another, know about their boundaries, respect their privacy? I thought you know that stuff? It's ridiculous how you don't You're even respectful enough to give SMG4 some space when he-" the hit of an event flashed through her eyes.

Remembering SMG4's hyperventilating right after they want back from getting the star in princess peach's castle inside of that- hell hole....

She took a deep breath moving the subject. "I mean SMG4 is our friend, we gave him some time to think through and move on from what had happened. Im sure you know what I'm going here-" Mario frowned.

"But- SMG3...?" "Three has went through slot, you and I both know they both have been enemies since before I came here. We also know what he felt right after he said that right infront of him, we were there! We can't just push people from that. It takes-"

Mario yawned, "boring" Meggy's eye twitched.

"You don't know how SMG3 and SMG4 have been through before- I suppose I hadn't told you- everything?" She tilts her head sideways in a puzzled look.

"What are you saying?" "7 years ago they both got trapped in the igloo-" "DID YOU PLAN THAT?! MARIO! I SWEAR T--" Mario backs Meggy away by pushing her to calm her nerves. "Sheesh Meg- I was about to say that it wasn't on purpose...

"Oh, sorry..." the two stayed silent then Meggy spoke again. "So- what happened after they got stuck?" Mario points up his finger taking a deep breath, having the urge to explain. He stops for a bit.

"Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes." "You really really want to know?" The dried squid felt impatient from Mario asking her. "Mario, are we going to just sit here and wait for you to stop asking me the same question again over and over?"

Both eyes from the fat italian looked to the opposite directions as he said "yes." From what the dried Inkling left a reply of silence.

Mario starts to explain. "So me and SMG4 were stuck out from snow- I am suppa invincible from the cold so he went inside an igloo owned by an old man! Then I saw SMG3!

He was using an ugly tech that makes him float up in the sky! I wanted to say hello. Then ended up blasting something-SMG3 got terrified and he went inside the igloo where SMG4 is at and I guess he didn't know that he was also there?

The big snow thing collapsed and ended up trapping them both inside-" "please don't tell me they both fought inside-" sighed by Meggy "quite the complete opposite actually." Mario locked at the ceiling to visualize the past.

"I was only trying to find a way to get them both of the igloo safe and sound- which I did manage but- alas going inside of the igloo they both were..." Mario's mustache grew an inch bigger as he slowly turned to look at Meggy who couldn't understand his non verbal communication.

"Both what? When you said they both did the opposite, does that mean they were both bonding?" "More than that-" "they were both sitting and having snacks?" "No" "they were playing?" "No" "Mario just give me an direct answer cause I can't look back in the past THAT YOU WERE IN."

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" Mario felt a bit pissed by her being impatient, but she can't be blamed. It was all what HE witnessed after all...

"They were making like- what couples d-" "THEY W-MRFF" Meggy was about to scream at Mario as he covered her mouth, for Three and Four not to hear.

"Sorry-" She gave Mario an awkward smile

knowingly what she had heard from Mario all true, she had regretted to know what else had happened after he witnessed them both doing that.

"You're not joking!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "What Mario says is all true! I don't even know why they both did that but it was trully magnifi-" Meggy slaps Mario back in reality.

"OWOWOWOWO! He rubbed his cheek, "You should've told me about that sooner" Mario admits defeat by putting both of his hands up to stop Meggy.

"Hey-it was from the past- and honestly it was pretty old! These two are obliviously indenial with each other" Mario exclaimed.

"Yeah right-" Meggy opened the door to take a small peek again, and Mario who wanted to see as well.

"I forgive you." SMG4 is seen to be hugging SMG3 as he wrapped both of his arms from the back of his partner. They both stood there silence feeling safe... quiet... and... soft...

Wait- soft? Wow thats a first time they both have seen Three acting like that. Wasn't it? Or maybe it has happened before and right after what happened from the castle...

The two were having their own heart catching moment, and Meggy closed the door again.

She looked at Mario in a smile "Mario?" The fat italian looked at her. "Hm?" "How about we do your so called plan "Mistletoe"?"

It wouldn't hurt- after all- Mistletoes are still traditions for someone to kiss that special person underneath it.

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"A little bit to the right- no wait- left?" Meggy tried guesturing her hands by moving Mario from the spot, from every step he took. He kept looking down at the floor assuring his balance and did his best not to slip and fall.

The mistletoe is tied with a string, from what Mario is currently holding. It hasn't yet been attached from the stick.

"Aaaaand there! Stop there!" He stopped from the place following Meggy's messages accordingly.

"Alright, now all that we need to do is- measure the string... now I have no idea how long it would be to reach down from-" Bob appeared from behind.

"WHATS UP YOU UGLY B-TCHES" in character for still, he called them both. Meggy grumbled. "Ughh not you again- look Bob, Mario and I are doing something important. How about we call in for a time out?"

He puts down both of his sword-(HANDS?)

"I'M NOT GETTING FOOLED AGAIN" He threw snowballs at her back, but Meggy didn't face him.

She didn't had the time to deal with him right now. "SO THATS WHAT YOU WANT THEN?"

"A DRIED INKLING WHO CHOSE TO LOSE FROM THE AWESOMEST DUDE RAPPER BOB" Meggy stopped. Mario who is now worried about bob's actions by facing her consequences.

His eye guestured to him sending a sign of- "you just got f-cked up"

Meggy turned her head to face Bob, with a presence of pure rage.

"I will not. Be beaten. By. A STUPID RAPPER!" Meggy goes on full action mode, sliding her right leg. Pulling up her splat gun from behind.

"YOUR. RAPPING. SUCKS!" Meggy in rage, kept pushing the trigger from the gun. "HAHAHA LOL WHAT A LOS-" Bob laughed in a sarcastic tone to Meggy, she wanted him buried 6 feet to the ground.

Bob's blade took a slash from the snow in the ground as he accidentally blinded Meggy's eyes to where she shot Mario's leg. "AH AHHH! OH NO!" He wanted to scream, but looking down. Theres SMG3 who starts screaming at SMG4.

Mario can't fall now- not that they're so close to making them both smooch!

"Hey! Its not fair!" Four screamed back at him, as SMG3 threw snowballs at him. "God dammit!" Mario's last call as his bare hands lost grip from the mistletoe as it fell down towards the two ex-rivals.

"M-MEGGY!!!" Mario tried pulling up the string but it has now reached down from the level where Three noticed it. "Oh- you got- to be- f-cking- kidding me-" Mario cursed, before Meggy could knock out Bob.

"What- what is it?" She had successfully knocked out Bob and noticed Mario who screamed and cried while holding the remaining string.

"F-CK!" She drops bob to the floor and sprinted to Mario, leaning from the edge as the two watched as what happens next. (Wow never knew Meggy could swear :0 btw thats her favorite swear word)

"I uhh... I have to go-" SMG3 backs away, much to Mario and Meggy's disappointment. SMG4 tried reaching out for Three, in sudden turn of events. The M&M duo had caught Three slipping from the ice and his face landing to SMG4's.

Mario and Meggy celebrated "Yes!" "Haha!" The two had successfully did it after all. It wasn't put to any waist to give out the plan, it was worth it.

Meggy and Mario did a high-five as they smiled. Mario began pulling up the string attached to the mistletoe, "Still want to say give them both some time to realize?" Meggy scoffed.

"I really doubt they don't realize their feelings, they did it before they'll kiss again here-" the two looked from below to check up on the gay lovers again, seeing that SMG4 gave Three a second kiss.

This made them both scream, oh god. Gay people. Mario is really happy for them and Meggy too now that the two are finally making it official right there on the spot.

"DID YOU B-TCHES JUST FORGOT ABOUT ME?" Both of their eyes went wide, Bob pushed the duo off the roof. "HAH. Got-em"

"BOB YOU SON-OF-A-B-TCH!" Mario gave him a middle finger falling mid air, but bob has already walked away. "Ahh! Hang on! Mario!"

SMG3 opened his eyes when he heard the scream of Mario and broke the kiss. "What the- am I hearing Mario just because you kissed me? Did I just die?" SMG3 looked very clueless because of this.

SMG4 licked both of his lips and heard the screams. "It sounds like-" He looked up above the sky as he saw Mario and Meggy falling. "OH WHAT THE FU-" SMG4 had no time to process seeing that Mario will land at his body flat to the ground.

Closing his eyes as he braced from the impact, but left nothing with a forceful push. "Three?" He opened his eyes seeing that the guy he had JUST gave a real kiss earlier- had saved his F-CKING LIFE.

"A..." was all that Four could speak out, he couldn't process from everything that happened. Meggy landed to the ground safely by using one of Mario's mushrooms.

But to Mario tho- he did hit the ground too hard. "Oof-"

"You guys okay?" She brushed off the snow that covered her legs focusing on the two. But Four and Three had almost forgot the world had exist around them just by locking into each other's eyes.

"C'mon! Stop making googly eyes with each other and lets go back- get something to eat. Mario's hungry" Mario said picking himself up and stood right beside Meggy, SMG3 and SMG4 looked at them both and back at each other.

Realisation hits them both just noticing they had been staring. SMG3 is the first to get up "right err-uhhh... sorry-" He reached down to him both of his hands, to where Four gradually accepts.

Closing his hands from his, SMG4 got up and smiled "You- you saved me..." "heh- hey it's like- the third time you told me that already-" SMG3 chuckled.

"Sooooo?" Meggy taps her right foot. "Are you both dating now? Can Mario take a picture?" Four and Three gave each other a warm smile and gazed eyes.

And Four held Three's hand interlocking with his. "That calls out for us both! We're officially dating!" Mario jumped up and down in excitement as Meggy clapped for them both congratulating them.

The four walked towards the Castle while other of their friends are minding their own business.

"When is the wedding?" Asked by Mario, ruining the mood. The two lovers shouted louder.

"SHUT UP MARIO!" Leaving his reaction with a smirk. (Typical-)

-and there you have It a classic ending ^^ happy new year btw!

If you're reading this note it's currently 2 am in the morning that I finished this (its 1st of January 2024 so- cough- okay- bye!)

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #meggy spletzer #smg4 meggy #do not tag as ship #for m&m

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Soulmate- B.Barnes

Summary: Bucky gets introduced to Sam’s childhood best friend, he finally feels love and looks forward to thee future for the first time in over 80 years.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader, Sam x Platonic!Reader

Fic Warnings: brief mentions of Bucky’s time in Wakanda, brief mention of the Flag Smashers, brief mention of the blip, fem!reader, use of y/n(IDK if thats a warning but it’s here)

Author’s Notes: This is the first fic I’ve written in ages and this is also my first Bucky fic. I hope this was good and feedback is welcome. When I was writing this I was thinking of the song Soulmate by Mac Miller, I don’t listen to many love songs but this is the only one I thought of.

My full Masterlist

Word Count: 1437

gif not mine

It was safe to say that James Buchanan Barnes didn’t have a very easy life. He got drafted for the war at 25, got taken as a prisoner of war, was forced to take Hydra’s super soldier serum, he was rescued by his lifetime best friend Steve, only to fall off of a train a few years later, lost an arm and taken as an experiment for Hydra. The man had a hard life, he was an asset to Hydra for 80 years and he wasn’t free from Hydra completely until the Wakandans stepped in to help. After the blip, he only had his best friend for a week or so until he was gone again and left to navigate the 21st century by himself.

Bucky was never one to believe that love or even companionship was something he’d obtain. When he met y/n, he felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Sure, she was shy and quiet, typically kept to herself, but she was sweet, kind and caring. She was the most selfless person he had ever met in his life. They had met in a time that Bucky needed somebody the most. After the Flag Smashers debacle, Sam had introduced him to his childhood best friend.

At first, Bucky was wary, he wasn’t quick to trust people, but he was infatuated with this woman. Sam had spoken about her before and so had Steve oddly enough. He can remember Steve speaking fondly about her, how she was like a breath of fresh air from all of this superhero nonsense. 

Bucky and y/n were friends for a good while before anything actually happened, the two of them slightly nervous to make a move on the other. They lived together for a good amount of time, dancing around their feelings for each other. They even got a cat together after Bucky’s new therapist suggested it. His new therapist even suggested that he step away from fighting for a while and to focus on himself, making friends and nurturing his current friendships. Creating a routine and sticking to it.

His routine was a simple one, he wake up every morning at 5:00, made him and y/n breakfast, feed Alpine, go for a jog, come home, take a shower, make lunch, every once in a while he would drop by y/n’s work and eat lunch with her, he’d catch up on some shows and movies that she and Sam recommended, then the rest of his day he’d just do random things around the apartment until she got home then spend the rest of his day with her and Alpine. 

y/n was the one that came up with the idea of having lunch together when she was at work. It was about a month into them living together and Bucky had just gotten his routine down. “Hey B, you know you can visit me and we can have lunch together, whenever you want to. The main office already knows to send you to me if you ever drop by.” And ever since then, Bucky would visit her at least twice a week, always bringing a homemade lunch and a recap of his day.

The last time he visited her, a few of her students were lingering in the room. He lingered in the doorway for a minute until she took notice of him. “Bubs! Come sit! We were just talking about you and Sam,” She had a big grin on her face, her y/c eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lights. 

“Hey beautiful! I didn’t want to interrupt, it seemed like a good conversation was happening in here,” Bucky walked further into the classroom, sitting in the chair next to her, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.

“Mr.Barnes, what was it like being a part of the Avengers?” One of her students asked excitedly.

“I was never an official Avenger, but it was a lot of pressure. I’m happy to be getting a much needed break.”

“I’m happy you’re talking this break, poor bubs, you worked yourself half to death. Sam said you were extra grumpy,” She said in a teasing tone. Bucky rolled his eyes playfully before plopping her lunch in front of her. “You made my favorite! Bubs, that’s so sweet!”

“Only for my best girl. I can see the three of you practically bursting over there. Ask your questions.” The three students bombarded him with questions, all of which he answered to the best of his ability. y/n ate her lunch and listened to how Bucky willingly answered all of her students’ questions. Every once in a while, she would chime in when she could. Then Bucky decided to flip the conversation and started asking the students questions.

“What’s this one making you guys do? Read crappy books and look at stupid things as symbols?” Bucky asked as a joke.

“Hey! That was mean, Buck,” y/n pouted, making him chuckle. He planted a chaste kiss on her pouted lip causing her students to jokingly gag. Bucky turned his attention back to the students to listen to their answers.

“I mean, there really isn’t a set curriculum in our school so the teachers make it. We’re doing fantasy right now so we’re reading The Hobbit. We aren’t going too heavy into symbolism, thank God.” This got Bucky on a long tangent about how it was the best book he read when he was younger. How he used to read it to Steve when he was stuck in bed and how he used to read to his younger siblings all the time. The small group that had gathered only grew when somehow most of y/n’s students found out that Bucky was in the building.

Since her students were so intrigued by Bucky, she set up a little project for the AP Literature and Journalism students. With his okay of course, Bucky was going to come to the school after hours and answer questions that he was comfortable answering for the students. Their project was to write a paper or an article on Bucky. Since more students showed interest, they opened it to the whole school, however only the Journalism and AP Lit students were allowed to ask questions.

The night it was set for, Bucky was nervous, he was about to go up in front of a lot of teenagers and answer questions that were thrown at him. y/n was right next to him, trying to relax him. “Baby, if you want to postpone this or cancel it we can. No problem. Whatever you need I can get it for you,” she offered him. 

“I just need you with me. As much as it pains me to say this, is Sam still in town?” Luckily for him, Sam was still in town and came to the school to be up on the auditorium stage with y/n and Bucky. With the two of them at his side, Bucky was more relaxed, if he needed a little comfort, he had his closest friend on one side and his soulmate on the other.

“Hi everyone! Tonight our AP Literature and Journalism students are interviewing World War Two veteran, Hydra survivor, and my wonderful boyfriend, James Bucky Barnes. I do want to disclose a few things before we start. Bucky is very nervous so I will be beside him as well as an unexpected but welcomed guest. I did warn the students as well as Bucky that any question he is not comfortable answering, he can either pass off to me if I can answer it or he can simply leave the question unanswered. Now please, give a very warm welcome to Bucky Barnes and our wonderful Captain America and my very best friend, Sam Wilson!”

Bucky nearly stayed backstage but when he saw her standing under the stage lights, creating the illusion of a halo on top of her head, her warm smile and soft eyes reserved only for him, his feet decided to move towards her. As he walked towards her, his mind was racing with the thought of growing old with her, having a family and finally being a normal man with a metal arm. Instead of his usual scowl across his face, he had a wide smile that was previously only shown to y/n, but now Sam and at least 100 teenagers. He was finally happy and looking forward to his future with this beautiful woman in front of him, who would always be there for him no matter the time of day or the situation. He felt loved.

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x fem!reader #bucky #Bucky Barnes x fem!reader #sam Wilson x platonic!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x fem!reader fluff

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 (𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Hi lovelies, I’m coming back with a second chapter! This one is mainly smut with a little angst in it. Hope you’ll like it! The following chapters will be posted on my Patreon first and then here.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Virgin!Leon Kennedy X F!Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ T a g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, minors DNI.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ W o r d c o u n t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 2k

Chapter 1

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Your tongues intertwined with each other over and over as your moans increased in volume. Leon’s grip on your waist kept tightening as his own arousal was building up, and slowly, because of the warmth of your body and the fresh smell of your skin, he began to let go of all of the memories that kept tormenting him. His body also became more relaxed in your arms.

He slowly laid on his back and pulled you over his lap. Your bathrobes were becoming loose, and his chest was visible to you. Through the now large gap, you could clearly see his toned pecs. You stood up and traced his skin with your fingers, pushing the material further in an eager way. Leon watched you from below and whimpered at your delicate touch, while squeezing your waist gently. You pressed your palm over his chest and began to move up and down and sideways until his torso became exposed as well. Leon watched eagerly as your own bathrobe barely covered your breasts, exposing them any second now.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and you pressed your bodies against each other once again. The kiss resumed with the same passion and intensity, and Leon couldn’t get his hands off your body. While yours rested on his chest, his kept massaging your waist until he found the courage to grope your cheeks. His strong hands not only made you whimper, but you also pushed your hips back on his grip as you enjoyed the squeeze.

His bulge became more and more noticeable as you rubbed yourself over it. Only his bathrobe was standing between his cock and your needy hole.

“Can I?” He said this as she shortly broke the kiss. His hands moved and rested on the sides of your breasts, waiting for your approval.

Sure,” you said with a smile, and then gasped when he pushed aside the material in a sudden move. The cold sensation was soon felt as Leon quickly grabbed your breasts and gave them a squeeze. His pupil dilated as he watched your nipples harden. He rolled them between his fingertips, amazed by how vocal you could be because of such a simple motion. A gentle pinch made you squeak, which was a delightful sound for Leon’s ears.

Fuck, I want a taste.” He said as he thrust his hips to throw you over his face so your boobs could hang over his mouth. His tongue twirled around one of your nipples before taking it in his mouth. From there, he sucked and bit gently as his tongue kept stimulating the sensitive part. Lost in pleasure, your hand found his hair and tugged those gold locks in your direction as you wanted more. His other hand was constantly stimulating the other one.

"Leon… I want you now,” you said between breaths, as if you couldn’t wait anymore. You were so wet, and you swore that some of your juices began to drip down your thighs.

While lowering your body, he used a hand to move aside his robe, exposing himself completely. His cock stood in the air, red and swollen. You grabbed it eagerly and gave it a few strokes as you lowered over it. Your mouth opened wider and wider to allow more moans to escape as you began to fill up with his shaft. During this time, Leon was breathing heavily, having his eyes closed, and facing the right side of the room. His lips twitched and his eyes squirmed as he either tried to focus or hide the fact that he felt some sort of discomfort.

“Are you alright?” You asked, stopping halfway.

“Yes, keep going.” He said you were determined, and you were. Eventually, his cock disappeared completely inside you, and once you hit the base of his cock, you let out a satisfied moan. He made you feel so full, and the stretch wasn’t painful either. It was like his cock was made only for you. A perfect match.

Once you took him completely, a long, loud moan escaped his lips. He finally opened his eyes to look at you, and instantly his cheeks turned red. You were so beautiful, with your tits on full display and the bathrobe hanging lazily over your shoulders. Your hair was in all places and fuzzy, but you were a beautiful mess, much to Leon’s delight.

His hands grabbed your hips to guide your movements on his cock. The two of you synched shortly, which caused the silence in the room to shift to sinful, loud noises.

He sank deeper and deeper into this feeling, the memories slowly fading away as they were replaced by the present moment.

No matter how much you tried to comply with his urges, you couldn’t go any faster as your muscles began to burn. You were pushing beyond your limit the last night and the fatigue got to you. Seeing that it’s getting difficult for you, Leon flipped you over to be on top. His hands remained on your waist as he helped you move further on the matter so he could sit properly. His cock never left your throbbing hole, and once he glued himself to your body, he began to thrust again.

Leon yearned for this kind of closure. The warmth of your body and your gentle touches were so intoxicating to him that they shifted his mind away from all the pain he experienced. Only you mattered to him in that moment, and all he could think about was how to make it last forever. The more you squeezed him in your hug, the harder he would throb inside you. He wasn’t going at a fast pace himself; he was very tired too. In fact, he was very sloppy, as if it were the first time. Still, the more you squeezed him, the harder he’d throb, as your touch was the only thing that kept him turned on.

When your walls started to clench around him, he increased his pace a little, starting to rub that sweet spot deep inside you constantly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kept him in place while your mouth whispered sweet and much-needed words in his ear.

“You’re fucking me so good, Leon.” “Please don’t stop; I’m so close.” “God, I need you so bad.”

All these affirmations made the man a whimpering mess. His sounds are so weak yet so needy.

One of his hands moved forward to grab yours, and soon your fingers intertwined in a tight hold that almost crushed your hand. The other kept gripping the sheets beneath you while your other hand was resting over his shoulders.

Despite his agonizing pace, he still managed to bring you to the verge of your orgasm. Your walls clenched like nothing before, which, in response, made his shaft twitch and leak inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered in a needy voice.

“I won’t...” With the last strength he had, he picked up the pace, and with the hand that was holding yours, he began to stroke your clitoral area very fast.

Oh, my God,” you moaned as this sudden and powerful wave of pleasure took over your senses.

“That’s it, cum for me.”

You rolled your eyes as the orgasm hit you. Your body shivered at the intensity, giving you goosebumps all over your skin. Your throbbing muscles helped Leon reach his climax too. With a shaky moan and sloppy thrusts, he released all of his load inside you, burying himself during the last few shots. After that, he collapsed on top of you, placing kisses all over your face. You hugged him tightly as he did so.

“Fuck, that was amazing.”

“I know, considering you were a virgin.”

Leon raised himself suddenly, looking down at you with a surprised face that said, “You got me.” His cheeks turned red.

“Let’s say I’m a little more experienced... and you are very clumsy.” You said it with a smirk.

“That doesn’t mean I’m a virgin. Maybe I was just... nervous.” He said this while chuckling nervously. He sat next to you, and while on his side, he began to caress your face with his fingers. He looked at you with such loving eyes. For a moment, you saw the same glimmer of joy that you saw the first time you met him. You turned your body too and wrapped one hand over his torso, pulling him into a hug. His fingers remained on your face, caressing the soft skin.

“True. Were you, tho?”

A few seconds passed before he confirmed it with a loud sigh.

“It’s not a shame, you know. I think it’s very sweet, actually.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled in a sweet way, saying, “But it’s not so cute when you’re a guy.”

“Says who?” 

“Well, you know, society...”

“You’re so naive.” You said it with a chuckle and pecked at his lips.

Another small pause followed in which you looked at each other. His eyes were filled with admiration and desire as they kept tracing your features.

“I had a girlfriend,” he began, “but we broke up before we could do anything. And I had to move to Racoon City shortly, so…”

“I see...” To be honest, you didn’t care. You cherish Leon, no matter what. You wish you could stop him from going into that dark place of his mind. You couldn’t help but notice how that glimmer of hope vanished once he mentioned Racoon City.

“I should check on Sherry. And maybe check for some clean clothes.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Think you can find me some jeans?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You pressed a kiss on his forehead before you stood up. You carefully wrapped the bathrobe around your body and headed to the door.

“A shirt would be nice too.” Leon added. You turned around and saw him standing at the edge of the bed, with his robe loose around his body.

“Good thing you reminded me. I thought you wanna walk shirtless.”

“…not like that would be a tragedy, tho…” you thought to yourself after examining his chest once more.

“It’s too cold outside.”

You smiled and left the room.

On your way to Sherry, you couldn’t stop smiling, as you could still feel his gentle touch on your skin and his soft lips over yours. It’s like you never left the room, or he is walking right next to you.

“What a strange feeling.” You thought for yourself. The ghost-touching sensation made you expect to be hugged any second now.

Being lost in the trance, you almost missed your room. You gently entered, not wanting to wake up Sherry. Your room was very similar to Leon's, except yours had booze in it. Yeah, you lied to him, but it was because you cared. Leon wasn’t in the right mood to drink.

Sherry was sleeping peacefully in the bed, in the same position that you left her. You carefully pulled the blanket over her shoulder and gently caressed her head.

“Everything will be ok.” You whispered. 

Not wanting to wake her up, you moved to the balcony to admire the sunset. You opened the door and took a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs. You never cared about the quality of the air you breathed until today.

The street was peaceful too. There were a few people walking—an elderly couple and a girl walking her dog—but it looked like they were about to go to their homes.

“Is it finally over?” You asked yourself. Sure, you survived, but is it really possible to live normal lives? What will happen to Sherry? Will you adopt her? Will Leon stay with you two? Do you need new identities?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the black van that just pulled in front of the hotel. A second one followed, and when a third vehicle approached, you lowered your gaze and watched as two men in costumes walked inside the building. Panic was building inside you by the second, which made you hurry back inside and wake up Sherry.

#resident evil #resident evil 2 remake #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x f!reader #leon x reader #smut #leon smut

[gomzdrawfr]

Gomz rambles about something again so feel free to scroll pass :]

Recently had a video recommended to me on youtube and gave it a watch: how you play games is how you do everything so I wanted to give some thoughts after watching it

for starters, the video was pretty simple and straightforward and easy to watch, it got me thinking how true that statement is and I started reflecting a bit.

I rarely play games any more, simply because sometimes I couldn't bring in the time and commitment to games like I used to be, or that it feels like I'm completing tasks instead of enjoying the game (kind of what the original author felt)

That applies to some games I've played in the past, Minecraft, Valorant, Dont starve - when I play a game, I clock tf in LMAO I just tend to focus so much on it that everything else didn't matter. I guess irl this applies to me too, whenever I want to do something I make sure to put in 110% into it, very meticulous with completion and deadlines and ensuring the work I do are good quality, I spend time on researching every single questions or queries I have and yeah just, being into something. Though lately, I've dialled down a bit and take it easy (bcuz stress isn't fun)

Honestly, in another aspect, say Minecraft again, I used to be very active in a community, being the lead builder and just pumping out ideas and making builds after builds while still having fun, I loved brainstorming idea and vomit it out in blocks, being able to use part of my interest that are less relevant in my studies to something else, you know? but ever since the said community grew larger, I got overwhelmed and stepped away from the people. They're great friends, really, but sometimes it's a lot when a friend circle grows.

Reflecting this to irl, I tend to work in smaller groups and have a close-knit of friends instead of many friends. Better yet, working alone or just with another one person. It's easier to focus and manage things. Another takeaway would be, I guess, is the way I tend to walk away when things gets more than what I like, or can handle.

I used to be part of a group of friends online too, I liked what we had going, we were silly we were honi (lol) and things were more light-hearted. But as more and more people join, I started feeling overwhelm or a sense of disconnect. There's a lot going on, like a bouncing ball started yeeting against each surfaces at lighting speed and I can barely catch the ball kind of feeling.

I wouldn't say it's entirely their fault, it's mostly myself, which is more comfortable in controlled or slower pace(despite being hyper as well- brainrot goes brrrr). I guess what sucks the most is also watching a friend who liked hanging with another person that you don't really vibe with can be uh something(idk what or how to describe it, it's not jealousy either). The main issue is always around the aspect that I like person A, B, C and F, but not the rest of the bunch. Yes, I could bring it up, talk to them about it, and then highly possibly creating drama and beef with that process (relationships are so fragile). Knowing the people I was dealing with, I decided to just leave quietly (which, to no one's surprised, caused drama itself too - sigh)

I do miss them sometimes, the people I like talking to and be friends with, some of us kept the connection, some burn the bridge for good, some remains a mystery.

That brings me to another aspect in decision-making games, where I tend to walk the passive, most diplomatic route ever to finish the game. Well because irl I hate dealing with conflicts XD I also lean towards neutrality most of the time, unless it's something important then only I pick a side strongly. Using persuasion, communications and understanding, compromising and delegation to let a project or anything really(like relationship) run smoothly. Some of this cost my sanity, patiences and often, gaining less from the agreement lol

I stopped caring more than I do, I stopped trying to please everyone in the room after going through some stuff, and I learn to let go a lot of things because of those experiences, which for now feels like a good experience for me (Literally my page motto is my life motto, it is what it is)

This also made me think, that I am a person who likes to stay the same, more often than I'd like to admit. I mean this by saying like for example, no matter how many times I play Stardew Valley, I will follow a similar route. If irl, the mix rice shop I visit for almost 4 years now? I'll pick the same veggie and meat choices everytime I go there. I find comfort in repetition, I like following the same pattern, I enjoy being safe in a known routine.

If i want to ramble about this, I do like to change sometimes, explore different options, pick a different route etc. But, only if I finished the "foundation" first(both in game and irl)

So for example, stardew valley right? I tend to go min max route, getting my greenhouse and my plants, relationship, all those jazz to maximum first before I actually try something else. What's funny is the something else can be as small as picking a different spot to fish, wearing a different hat, try defeating the dungeon without espresso(that was awful) or romance other people(I still love Harvey more than anyone, sorry Sebastian, I do love the frog though)

Same with Minecraft, Im a builder yes, but I also grind a hell lot in the game, building industrial district and shit ton of farms to get whatever I need.

I think this is kinda reflected irl, where I like to have a strong stability of foundation before I try something different, something that is not part of the route Im used for. It's like once I am sure that our project presentation has the right amount of slides, informations and delivery, then only I try and test out animations, maybe some infographics and whatnot. Same with patient counselling, I usually follow a flow strictly in patient information gathering because that is what we were taught in University (name, age, height, weight, etc), but one time I decided to switch it up a bit to and try to make small talk in between info gathering (like when a patient tells me they're married, instead of moving on I congrats on their marriage instead) and has found it a nice experience and change of pace. You may find this a silly or heck, an obvious thing that I should've tried, but you need to understand every video, notes and lectures always follow a systematic manner with stuff like this. I've only started incorporating this style after being in the med course for like, 2 years, so when I transitioned to Pharmacy, it came naturally to me when it comes to building rapport with patients. The patients and lecturers love it, because the process can feel more like a conversation rather than an interrogation you know, it feels more lively, more empathy and whatnot. I hope to continue to improve on this actually, Im really happy that one of the change I made on an impulse stick through and benefitted my career.

Id say one bad thing with this habit (with how I approach change) is sometimes I miss out opportunities and again, missing out the fun. Heck, sometimes the process to finish the "foundation" itself feels like a chore that sucks out the fun from games. Like rn with tears of the kingdom(totk), I like collecting Light of Blessing to get more hearts and stamina, but god- totk is so much bigger now compared to the first one, and I got overwhelmed and stressful to play the game. So I dropped it on my previous semester break. (I wanna go back to it one day, hopefully)

This kind of also tie into something Im aware of, is that I get weary and overthink in the face of uncertainty. Like there are a lot of places in totk that I have yet to explore, because I have thoughts like

oh shit does this have important story plot? wait what if im suppose to go place A before going place B first? will it mess up the timeline? oh no that place is new what the heck let's just put a marker first-

you get the gist, same applies irl too. An invitation to quizzes, participating talk shows or experiments, most of which I usually don't attend in fear of my lack of skills or just, nervousness in new environment. There's always a lingering thought that I am not good enough to go to events that clearly, required skills and competence beyond what I have. Im no 4 flat student, hell my cgpa is shit lmfao, the only thing Im good at are soft skills and maybe level 1-2 clinical judgments. I still regret that one time I didn't join a community event where they've explored and talked about stem cells intervention, they had a whole freaking lab!! of cells!! like in the movies!!!!!!!!! ok anyways

Idk what im tryna say with this ramble, I just wanted to share and relate my experience to the video, maybe this is like a self reflection. I've been trying to be better at managing some of the issues I talked about, building confidence or maybe facing confrontations instead of dipping entirely.

If you read till here, thanks I guess! maybe you can relate to me or maybe you just wanna read my yaps, either way I appreciate it :D if you want to share your thoughts or experiences as well go ahead!

#procrastinating on my actual school work to ramble about stuff hA #scream to the void to feel better #gummyspeaks #rambles

[sebsxphia]

this is actually Polaroid little lamb took of willoughby!rhett, they keep it in their coat pocket when they run away with preacher!rhett 🤭 (preacher!rhett also gets a little jealous when they look at it…)

￫ a/n: a short drabble for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe. (i had to call him willoughby, i hope this makes sense!)

￫ c/w: heavy religious themes and preacher!rhett abbott.

it was an exceptionally hot day and an even more so, exceptionally hot drive in rhett’s truck. all the windows in his truck were open as you cruised down the highway to your next motel, yet still you found no relief from the heat. sweat was pooling on the back of your neck and you were reminded of the extremely hot summer last year, spent with willoughby abbott, instead.

there were two polaroids you kept in your jacket pocket. sitting on top was one of you and your preacher, but tucked away and safely hidden underneath was another of willoughby. it was taken during that last summer and resided in your pocket for the simple fact of, it was the sweetest day you remembered having with him.

your jacket was crumpled next to you and you fished them out from the inside pocket. you were well aware of your preacher sitting right next to you, but the sweltering heat had adhered both of your thinking processes. you looked at the first one of you and rhett and hummed fondly. he glanced over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other out of the truck window, catching what you were admiring and smiled to himself.

“sweet day wi’ you, that was.”

you agreed and flashed him a smile in return. he turned back to focus on the dry, dirt road ahead of him, and your thumb slipped over the polaroid to reveal the other with willoughby. you admired it, you thought fondly of it, you missed it.

you missed him.

you didn’t notice rhett glancing over, his eyes catching the picture and how his knuckles turned whiter as he gripped the steering wheel. his jaw was set firm when he spoke up, with a slight bitterness in his tone.

“he ain’t ‘ere anymore, little lamb.”

when you didn’t reply, but continued to look fondly at the polaroid in front of you, rhett’s tone got firmer and there was a lace of jealously to it.

“did y’ hear me?” he repeated.

it wasn’t malicious. rhett had the exact same relationship with him, if not with you both. he just wanted you to himself, for now.

“yes, daddy.” you replied with your eyelashes fluttering at him, in an attempt to sway him.

you put the polaroids back in your pocket and the silence continued a moment longer, before he reached over and stroked your cheek with his knuckle.

“we ain’t far from the motel. gon’ remind y’ who’s cunt this is when we get there, my pretty baby.”

#💌you’ve got mail #sunblchdfly <33 #rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott #willoughby!rhett abbott #ptolemaea #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x reader

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Libraries Are Important Business

Kakashi Week 2023

Prompt: Library

Words: 2570

Characters: Hatake Kakashi & Yamato

@kakashiweek

“A library?” Yamato read through the report Kakashi had handed to him, his eyebrows furrowing toward the center of his forehead. “This is what has Koharu and Homura upset with you? A library?” 

He’d learned at a rather young age that the two elders could be difficult, but this seemed excessive even for them.  There wasn’t a single reason he could think of for anyone to be against opening a library in Konoha. Especially after he’d read all the reasons Kakashi had for why it would aid in Konoha’s growth. 

The only reason they might have to set themselves against the idea was simply to be a pain in the ass. Something he wouldn't put past them to do, but which seemed like a huge waste of their time in this particular case. 

Hatake Kakashi wasn’t known for standing down. He was even less likely to bend to their demands over something that he was passionate about, and Yamato knew that his senpai was extremely passionate when it came to knowledge and people’s access to said knowledge. 

“It’s not so much the library that they’re against,” Kakashi explained, his eyes glancing up from the pile of reports sitting in front of him and focusing on Yamato. “Line seventy-three is what they’re fighting to get rid of.”

Line Seventy-three.

There was a bright red pen mark beside the exact line Kakashi wanted him to read. A small indicator of where he needed to focus his attention, saving him from wasting precious time counting through the lines until he found the correct one. In his Anbu days, Yamato had become all too familiar with the counting method to locate whichever line it was Lord Third or Lady Fifth wanted him to read over. To have a Hokage who saved him time and found a simple yet effective way to indicate where he needed to focus his attention felt like a small blessing, but one that he appreciated nonetheless. 

“Let’s see,” he spoke aloud, unsure of why he felt the need to vocalize it but too busy reading to dwell on it. “There will be a section dedicated to Jutsu scrolls. In this section will be included scrolls with D, C, B, and A level Jutsus available to anyone who would like to study them. S-rank Jutsu scrolls will be kept in a locked section with access being given to anyone who has permission from their Sensei or a higher ranking official.”

It all seemed simple enough. 

“Ah, sorry,” Glancing up from the report, Yamato narrowed his eyes when he saw Kakashi smiling that stupid closed-eyes smile of his and waving a hand up and down. A sign of apology that spoke louder than any words that Kakashi could ever speak. “I must have marked the wrong line. It’s the next one.”

Annoying, but without the work of having to count through the lines Yamato couldn’t find it in him to complain. Refocusing his attention on the report, he found the next line and continued to read.

“All Jutsu scrolls currently held within the Hokage’s residence (as far as have not been damaged beyond recognition) will be added to the library in the above-stated order.”

Oh.

Now Koharu and Homura protests made a lot more sense. 

“Did anything even survive?” he asked as his mind traveled back to the day of Pein’s attack. The devastation had destroyed everything in Konoha, including the Hokage’s residence. The rebuilding had only been completed as fast as it was because of Yamato’s Mokuton abilities, and even those couldn’t save all of the objects that had been wiped away in Pein’s attack. 

“It seems that Lord Third had an area installed underneath the building where he kept Jutsu scrolls, books, and anything else that he believed needed to be kept safe.” There’s a tone in Kakashi’s voice that Yamato doesn’t like. Anger that he had only heard during difficult battles that almost always resulted in their enemy losing their life. 

This wasn’t a battle though, and although Kakashi was known for being a shinobi who could easily kill his enemies he was also the Hokage who had changed the rules so that killing was now a last resort in battle rather than the expected result. 

Kakashi was angry, and Yamato couldn’t even tell why.

“So, let me get this straight,” setting the report down on Kakashi’s desk, he screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “You want to build a library that will include jutsu scrolls and books that Lord Third effectively kept locked away for years?”

“Yes.” The anger was justified, Yamato simply wished it wasn’t him who had to deal with it at the moment. He’d always known Kakashi was an advocate for knowledge. A man who hated to see libraries locked up and bookshops closed. He’d even witnessed the brunt of that anger once when they passed through a small village during one of their first missions together and noticed a library being closed by some thugs. When Kakashi had asked them about it they’d decided to be truthful and inform him that no one needed access to those books.

To this day Yamato could still hear their screams echoing through the air as Kakashi’s Chidori pierced through the locked door, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere and three grown men running for their lives. 

Another deep breath and a count to five were required before Yamato opened his eyes and continued the conversation.

“And, just to be clear, the Elders don’t like this idea?”

“They think I’m being ‘disrespectful to Lord Third’s wishes’ and that ‘Those scrolls and books should be accessible only to the Hokage’.” A simple explanation, but one which Yamato could understand Kakashi’s frustration. “They even tried to remind me that as Hokage I could access them where they are now.” It seemed obvious to Yamato that the two elders had never understood a single thing about Kakashi if that was their argument. Anyone who took five seconds to get to know him would understand that it wasn’t just his knowledge Kakashi cared about.

He wanted others to learn. He was enthusiastic about sharing the books he read or suggesting books to anyone who wanted to try reading something new. When Yamato had first shown an interest in archeology it was Kakashi who had taken him to a bookstore and helped him select no less than ten books to begin his collection. 

Hatake Kakashi was not a man who kept knowledge to himself. 

“So, what are you going to do?” He asked, the painful ache of a headache already beginning to pound against his skull as he thought about all of the troubles this would create. “How do you plan to convince them-”

“Convince them?” Kakashi laughed a bitter, angry laugh. A laugh that Yamato had never heard from him before even when he was at his worst in Anbu. “They’re not going to listen. I’ve already wasted three weeks trying to convince them that this is the best move and they refuse to budge.”

The anger made sense now. Kakashi had always been a calm person, but even he could run out of patience and there was no one better to test a person’s patience than Konoha’s elders. 

“Then, what is the plan?” he asked again. “I know you have a plan, Lord Sixth.”

Kakashi narrowed his eyes at the honorific. “I’m already at my wit's end, Tenzo. Don’t test me.” 

“You are the Hokage,” Yamato sighed, exhausted with Kakashi’s determination to deny himself the simple respect that should be awarded to someone in his position. Still, it wasn’t an argument that he was going to win. Kakashi was already upset because of the elder’s refusal to step aside and let him do his job. The last thing Yamato wanted to do was upset his Senpai even more over something so minuscule, even if he did believe that it was the respectful thing to do. “Anyways, What’s the plan Senpai?”

Hearing the much more familiar honorific, Kakashi relaxed back into his chair. “There is no plan,” he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, immediately earning himself a glare from Yamato. “I’m not lying, Tenzo. There’s really nothing I can say about their incessant need to argue with every change I want to make.”

It was a fact that Yamato wouldn’t dare argue against, but he knew his Senpai too well. Hatake Kakashi was a patient, calm man who could take his time with his problems. He was also a man of plans. Many well-thought-out, perfectly executed plans. Yamato had never known a day since he met Kakashi when the man didn’t have a plan, so he found it hard to believe that there was none now.

“No plans.” Kakashi insisted, holding his hands up so that his palms were facing Yamato. A physical show that he was weaponless and thus planless. 

“Then why am I here?” Yamato asked. “Why did you tell me about all of this if there’s nothing you need me to do?” It seemed like a waste of time. He had work he could be focusing on at this moment, but instead Kakashi had called him into the office to vent his grievances with the elders.

It all seemed so pointless.

“Well, you need to be ready,” flicking his left hand up, Kakashi caught a Kunai that sprang out from his shirt sleeve and offered a playful grin. “Just in case something happens.”

“I have a plan” Kakashi’s actions spoke louder than words at that moment. In a place where anyone could have ears on them, he was saying exactly what he wanted to be heard, but where only Yamato’s eyes could see he was showing his true hand. 

There was a plan, and Yamato needed to prepare for the absolute shit-storm that was going to follow. There was a certain assurance in his mind that Kakashi wouldn’t go so far as to threaten the Elders with the pretty new Jutsu he’d been working on lately, but there were simpler ways Kakashi could use to get his way. Sneaking the scrolls and books out of their current hiding place and putting them into the library without any warning was the most likely option, which would no doubt lead to an explosion of tempers that Yamato would rather avoid. Another far less pleasant, plan would be where Kakashi simply had the scrolls moved in front of the elders while completely ignoring their protests, but if he was going to do that there would be no secrecy required. Whatever it was his Senpai had up his sleeve would no doubt require some stealth, which is no doubt why he was attempting to bring Yamato into the whole mess. 

“No plan,” he sighed, shaking his head at all of Kakashi’s theatrics. Even after Danzo’s death and the reintegration of Roots operatives into Anbu, Kakashi was still cautious about whom he trusted. It was smart, but his methods were a little over the top in Yamato’s opinion. “Well, in that case, when shall I expect to be called for work on the library?”

“Oh, I gave you tomorrow off for that,” Watching as he lowered his hands, Yamato barely refrained from rolling his eyes when he saw the Kunai slipping back into its hiding spot with a well-timed shove from Kakashi’s fingers. “I’ll meet you outside the Dango shop at eight a.m. with the plans.”

“The Dango shop?”

“Ya, well,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You know Gai likes to go get some Dango after his morning training.”

A fact he knew all too well. There were few things that could stop Gai from getting his after-training treat, and now that he and Kakashi were sharing a home it only seemed right that they would go to the shop together, even if Yamato couldn’t imagine his Senpai partaking in any sort of sweet treats as often as Gai did. 

“Eight a.m.,” Turning his back to the desk, he threw up a hand and waved back at Kakashi. “Don’t be late, Senpai. I’m not going to be in the mood to wait for three hours.”

“Hey now,” an awkward chuckle echoed through the office. “I’m not going to be late. I promise.”

For once, Yamato believed him. Not because he actually believed that Kakashi would put in the effort to be on time, how could he when Kakashi couldn’t even be bothered to make it into the Hokage’s office at nine a.m. every morning when he was supposed to start work?

No, he knew Kakashi would keep his word this time because of Gai. If Gai wanted dango at eight a.m., he would be at the dang shop at eight a.m. sharp. Gai’s determination mixed with the feeling that Yamato had in the pit of his stomach that Kakashi had more planned than a simple breakfast between friends was more than enough to assure him that his Senpai would be on time for once. 

“In that case,” he gave another small wave of his hand. “I’ll see you then, Lord Sixth.”

“Tenzo, drop the lord!” The objection followed him out the door, but Yamato paid it no heed. There was too much on his mind for him to concern himself with a demand that he would never dare to entertain. 

In case something happens.

He didn’t know what exactly those words meant, but there was no doubt in his mind that all hell was about to break loose. Kakashi had a plan and it was going to be something that would make Yamato wish he had never agreed to take on the job as Jonin Commander when Kakashi had offered it to him. At least if he had stayed a simple Jonin, or rejoined the ranks of Anbu, he wouldn’t have been expected to deal with the absolute shit-storms that Kakashi stirred up every time he decided to overrule the elder’s requests in the most disrespectful way possible.

“At least this time he didn’t tell them to shut up,” he sighed to himself, cringing at the memory of the two elders storming into his little office to complain about the Hokage’s complete lack of respect for them. It was two hours of his life that he would never get back and all he had to show for it at the end of the day was a massive headache. “This can’t be that bad if he’s doing it behind their back. He’s not being directly disrespectful this way, right?”

He knew the answer.

There was no argument in the world that would truly convince him that Konoha wasn’t about to face the wrath of two angry, entitled elders or that he wasn’t going to be the first person they went to with all of their grievances.

Still, for a few precious hours, he could try.

He could pretend that he’d never seen that Kunai in Kakashi’s hands silently telling him that his life was about to be made all the more difficult. For one precious, beautiful night he could act the fool.

Reality would set in when he met Kakashi at the dango shop, and that’s when he would deal with it. Until then he’d keep his head down, finish his paperwork, and drown his concerns with a cup of sake or five. 

Maybe if he was lucky it would be karaoke night at the bar.

#Hatake Kakashi #Yamato #Kakashi Week 2023 #Kakashi Week

[bazzpop]

Fire Away Like Never Before

Contains spoilers for S2E4 (1941 minisode)

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Crowley had experience with holding guns—probably not with the correct form and he’d only really held them in passing—but that was about as far as his experience with guns went.

He wasn’t familiar with how they worked at all, never really bothering to learn how to use one, but he knew how to make it look like he did. Which, in hindsight, probably made it his own fault when Aziraphale assumed he knew how to handle a firearm well enough to help him perform the infamous Bullet Catch.

And so, there he was, sitting in the middle of a crowd, waiting for Aziraphale to take to the West End stage after the Ladies of Camelot finished up their dance routine.

Aziraphale had picked Crowley out of the crowd and called him up to the stage, even though he’d kept his hand down during the call for a volunteer with experience—not because he didn’t want to help the angel, but because he genuinely didn’t have the experience required to perform this trick.

In the end, Crowley went willingly, though being a part of the act gave him a better opportunity to get a laugh out of the whole ordeal if this went as bad as he thought it would—Nefertiti fooling aside, Aziraphale’s record as a magician was lackluster at best—but it turned out so, so much worse than previously expected, completely unrelated to Aziraphale’s skills.

It wasn’t until the show got underway that they’d found, much to their shared horror, that their miracles weren’t working. So much for breaking Aziraphale’s one-miracle-limit, or having a solid backup plan altogether.

Now Crowley would be expected to actually shoot point-blank at Aziraphale without miracles at his disposal if something went wrong. Great.

“It’s perfectly simple,” Aziraphale whispered, close enough for Crowley to feel the angel’s breath on his cheek, “aim for my mouth but shoot past my ear.”

“I just squeeze that bit there, do I not?” Crowley muttered from the corner of his mouth, pointing towards the trigger.

A mix of disbelief and genuine concern flashed in Aziraphale’s eyes. “Haven’t you ever fired a gun before?”

“Not as such,” Crowley enunciated slowly, clearing his throat to cover the underlying nerves in his voice. “Now how d’you use it?”

“Keep your hands steady and pull the trigger on my mark,” Aziraphale said with a forced confidence in his tone that did little to help Crowley feel better about the situation, “there’s nothing to it.”

“Aziraphale, are you sure about this?” Crowley stressed, glasses slipping down enough to show Aziraphale the barely controlled fear within his eyes.

“Yes,” Aziraphale confirmed, turning back to address the audience in a louder voice, “Now if you would… load the bullet into the gun.”

Crowley grunted, nearly dropping the bullet as his fingers slipped around the smooth metal. Sweat ran down his face as he fed the bullet into the gun, a combination from stress and the heat coming off the bright stage lights above them. He cursed under his breath, shoving his glasses up higher so that he wouldn’t be totally blinded by the spotlight.

He couldn’t afford to fuck this up if Aziraphale was dead-set of going through with this. Without miracles, no less, and as powerless as a real human magician was. There was loads more at stake here than what Crowley—or either of them, really—signed up for.

“That’s right,” Aziraphale encouraged.

Crowley raised the loaded gun up for the audience to see and, with a false sense of enthusiasm, announced “Bullet loaded!”

“Yes, thank you.” Aziraphale drew the crowd’s attention back onto himself while Crowley tried to calm down.

The last thing he needed to do was be in full-blown panic attack mode by the time he needed to focus and fire. These humans better enjoy this show, he thought miserably, not even bothering to pay attention as Aziraphale explained what was about to happen to their mildly eager audience.

“Are you ready, sir?” Aziraphale managed to regain Crowley’s attention, beseeching eyes wide.

Crowley grimaced, but gave a half-nod.

“When you hear my signal, sir, shoot.”

“No,” Crowley mouthed with a wince, baring his teeth, and hesitantly raised the firearm into what he thought was the proper position.

It was a last ditch effort to get Aziraphale to call off this stupid trick before he could get hurt. He really didn’t want to be responsible for blasting Aziraphale in the face if this all went as wrong as he feared it would.

But Aziraphale didn’t back down.

Instead, he stood at his full height and faced Crowley head on, allowing himself to be entirely at the demon’s mercy. And for Crowley’s eyes only, he mouthed “Trust me.”

Panic crashed into Crowley’s chest before he had the chance to tamper it back down before Aziraphale started the countdown.

“Ready…”

Crowley sucked in a breath, heart pounding in time to the drum-roll.

“Aim…”

Crowley stopped breathing entirely as he found it to be doing more harm than good, making him shake even worse while he tried to be as steady and precise as possible.

And now, staring down the barrel of a rifle at Aziraphale’s cherubic face, hands shaking against his will as he tried his best to stay on target; Crowley put his trust in Aziraphale, the same way Aziraphale had put his trust in him.

With a thick swallow, he shakily moved his finger closer to the trigger and, for the first time since his Fall, prayed that their mutual trust in each other wasn’t in vain.

“Fire!” Aziraphale exclaimed, closing his eyes with a barely concealed wince.

Crowley fired, quickly pulling off to the right at the last second, and shot just past Aziraphale’s ear.

No paperwork; Crowley’s chest stuttered back to life at the same time Aziraphale peeked an eye open, unscathed, and revealed a bullet between his teeth.

The universe must have been looking out for the both of them that night on the West End stage.

Full Fic, 2.6k words here

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens fanfiction #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #crowley #aziraphale #flash fiction #flash fic friday #flash fiction friday #good omens 1941 #bazz writes

[formenis]

hi!! i was wondering if i could get an L x gn!reader where L is working so much and hasn't been paying attention to s/o much and so one day, s/o is really tired from staying up all night because they were thinking about him and so they get upset (almost like a little kid lol) and start crying and they go to his office and sit in his lap while crying into him? this is so specific i'm sorry but i feel like L would adore his s/o behaving like a little child sometimes. thank you! have a good day <3

Hello there, Anon-san. I'm terribly sorry for the delay, I'm super busy right now. 😥

However, I always manage to find time to write. I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day you too 🧡

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TITLE: REASONING ABILITIES

pairing: L x gn!reader

TW: none

When the Kira case started, on 2003, the famous detective L and an -apparently- simple and “undistinguished” detective from a local police department were already a couple.

Nobody knew how they met, how they ended up together, how they kept their relationship strong. Watari was the only one aware of those details. So, in case he would die, L and Y/N’s secrets will die with him. For some people that could be unfair or sad but L -and Watari too- knew it was better that way.

To have a relationship with L could be very stressful sometimes. He was a talented and well-known detective, a truly genius of his job (but barely a hobby for him). Y/N knew the risks about that job: he was loved from many but, at the same time, hated by others. And Y/N was afraid of those “others”. However, Watari was doing an amazing job protecting his boy.

When not working, L spent all his free time with Y/N. Reading, writing poems for each other, discussing about old cases or -more in general- having deeper conversations. Going out with him was out of question most of the time and L always apologized about it.

«I offer my most sincere apologizes, Y/N» he said marking his British accent and intertwining his fingers with theirs. Despite the pale colour, his skin was warm and soft.

Y/N sadly smiled. «Don’t worry, Lawly. I understand» they replied squeezing gently his hand. After observing their face for a minute, his lineaments relaxed and smiled back.

Those were the things that made L fell for Y/N: their patience and understanding. Being the partner of the greatest detective in the world wasn’t easy and -sometimes- L himself wasn’t easy to put up with. So, he was immensely grateful to have Y/N by his side.

The Kira case just began. Watari found a nice hotel room at Tokyo. It was the third time Watari made L and Y/N change hotel for safety reasons. They didn’t mind it that much but it was being a while since they spent some time with L. Or even…saw him.

«But Watari-»

The old caretaker raised a hand to hush them. «Please Y/N, try to understand. This case is really important for him and he is eager to solve it»

«But I-» Y/N stopped mid-sentence, they sensed tears wetting their E/C eyes. «I miss him»

«I’m sure he misses you too, Y/N»

As a result, Y/N tried to distract themselves by visiting the city or going to shopping (they even found a new favourite dish, F/D). Y/N tried their best to fill the day with different activities.

However, nothing…nothing could replace L’s presence. Every chair, every bed, every couch would be emptier without him. They missed his touch, his voice, the sweet smell of his shirts, the softness of his black hair…his eyes on them. Everything.

They even started to wait for him in bed. Y/N thought that if they couldn’t see him at work…at least when he had to sleep. However, that moment never came.

On the other hand, there was L. This new serial killer, as known as “Kira”, caught his attention since the very beginning. He was a real danger for humanity and L had to do justice as soon as possible. If Kira found out Y/N’s identity…that will be the death of him. He couldn’t bear a world without Y/N…he didn’t want to come back at the life before them.

So, he started to focus more and more on the Kira case, analysing victim after victim, tape after tape. He barely left the armchair Watari brought him. L missed Y/N so much…the loneliness was heavier since he met them. But he also realized that he had to bring Kira to justice. L hoped Y/N would understand…one more time.

.

.

.

It was late night. A late and rainy night to be more precise. Y/N was observing it from the window of their room. Once again, the other half of their queen-sized bed was empty.

Y/N’s thought started to wander around old memories. Of all the time they spent together with L, the time at the Wammy’s House…even when they helped him in some particular investigation.

However, as time passed, Y/N started to cry. At first, it was a sad cry but then, after few minutes, they started to toss and turn in the bedsheets...upset and frustrated. In a short time, the bed was completely undone. They looked like a fussy child but they couldn’t care less.

After throwing a poor pillow on the floor, Y/N took a decision: if L wasn’t going to see them, they will do it. Still in their F/C PJs, Y/N stomped from their room to L’s one (that used as “office”). They didn’t care if other guests saw them with those clothes…Y/N was determined to achieve their goal.

With the passepartout that Watari gave them, Y/N entered L’s suite. Due to the tears that wet their eyes, Y/N couldn’t see a sleepy task-force in the room too. But even though they could see them, L’s partner didn’t care.

When they entered the luxurious suite, L didn’t flinch. He was so focused on the tapes in front of him that he didn’t hear them spread the door. Only Watari turned towards them.

Still with wet eyes, Y/N walked towards L, with legs pressed against his chest and an ice-cream in one hand, and put down his legs in order to sit on his lap. As they did so, L snapped back in the real world.

The greatest detective in the world felt a weight on his legs and something wet his white shirt. He looked down and noticed Y/N’s figure crying desperately on him.

«Y/A…»

Their sobs started to become louder and louder, all the stress and loneliness gathered during those weeks was pouring out in that moment.

L passed his unfinished ice cream to Watari and hugged Y/N as tenderly as he could and yet tightly. He hid the face in the sockets of Y/N’s neck, smelling the wonderful scent of their skin; feeling their breathe against his chest and, despite they were crying, Y/N’s voice too was…so relieving for him. L was reunited with his Y/N…finally.

«I apologise, Y/A…my sweet and little Y/A» the black-haired detective started to caress their hair trying to comfort them. L secretly loved when his partner acted like a small child…a smiled adorned his pale face.

As minutes passed, Y/N felt calm again; sure, the nose was stuffy now but who cared. «I missed you» Y/N said rubbing away the remaining tears.

«I missed you too»

In that position, sitting with his legs down, he didn’t mind if his reasoning abilities dropped 40%.

#death note #death note scenario #death note headcanons #death note manga #l lawliet #death note request #l x y/n #l x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

C R A V E

Beelzebub x GN reader one shot

(NSFWish. No severe warnings)

I wrote this for the heck of it 🤷🏾‍♀️.

(A/n - as usual, please pardon any grammar and punctuation mistakes. Thanks!)

How had you managed to let your mind wander so carelessly? And why were you still staring at them? 

"Them" being Beelzebubs fingers; the ones currently wrapped tight around a Gigadeath burger. Squished against his mouth as if it were his last meal on earth. 

The usual.  

You were certain he had just asked you a question. Unfortunately, that question ended up lost in translation the moment he acquired the chunk of sustenance. And for the life of you, you couldn't remember what he had said. 

Instead, a few minutes prior, your focus had reluctantly shifted to his thicker than normal appendages as they tapped impatiently on the table you two shared.

Beelzebub had invited you out to Hell's Kitchen for a bite to eat, which you happily accepted. He took the time to ask you, and yet your mind kept turning to mush each time a bit of grease from the acquired burger gushed from in between his fingers and over his knuckles. 

'Those should be my juic- Where did that even come from!?'

Quickly, you shoved the merciless thoughts away, opting to focus on your own burger. 

Compared to Beels hulking hands, your own hands were considerably small. You struggled to keep the contents of the sandwich from falling to its demise back onto the table while the demon across from you secured his portion with ease. 

'Focus...focus' 

"Hey, y/n? Are you good over there? Looks like you're having problems." 

"Huh?" 

"I said it looks like dinner is getting the best of you. You're dropping all the best parts." 

With your attention finally preoccupied, you peered down at the messy mound of toppings starting to form beneath the burgers position. Damnit.

"Oh, shoot...I didn't even notice." You knitted your brows. Beel chuckled, wiped his hands on a napkin, and then reached for your sandwich. 

"Wait, I'm still gonna eat that-"

"I know, but I want to help" 

Beel did things usually without thinking much about it. So when he reached in front of you to open the top most bun of your burger, and skillfully place the toppings back in their rightful spots, you were certain your brain short circuited. The couple silver rings he wore on his middle and pinky fingers glinted in the light of the restaurant as he worked. Ever the perfectionist when it came to food preparation, and a firm believer in not wasting food, he made sure no toppings were left behind. 

You watched closely as the burger seemed to take shape back into the work of art it was before. Now neatly nestled between two thick, large hands that held it toward you, you bit your lip.

"There, now eat up." He beamed, proud of his handy work.

You blinked, mystified, after finally catching up with Beelzebubs actions. He'd hold it for you while you ate. A simple gesture to him, but something on an entirely different level of intimacy for you. You swallowed hard. 

"Are...are you sure? I can honestly do it myself."

"Don't worry about it. I'd feel bad if we came all this way just for you to spend the entire time fighting with your food. So, take a bite...before I do." The demon chuckled, urging the sandwich closer, but you knew he was serious.

With a nod, you leaned up and forward. The grease from your burger had begun to drip against his fingers now, slowly decending over his knuckles and leaving a shimmering trail against his skin. 

Only a few inches more and you'd over come this moment and you would be satisfied, with embarrassments avoided, right?

That certainly would be the case if the sound of your heartbeat hadn't drowned out the sound of your name being called softly moments later. 

Without realizing it, your eyes had closed the moment you took a bite. Your mouth moved on its own, coming in for a second bite simply for your lips to connect with his knuckles, your tongue lapping out to catch the excess grease. 

"Y-y/n?" 

Your breath ghosted over his skin gently after you swallowed, finally meeting the magenta and purple gaze of the demon across from you; suddenly aware of your mistake.

'Crap…'

"Beelzeboo, I'm sorry! I-" 

"Was it good?" 

 He peered at you curiously, cutting you off; burger still in hand.

After a few seconds of the question buffering in your mind, you answered.

"It...it was, thanks" 

The demon simply nodded before setting the burger down. Although not before ripping another smaller piece from the sandwich and holding it up before you. 

The look on his face was perplexing. Curiosity mixed with...something else. 

"Here...eat" the piece of food in his hand moved closer to you, however, it was moved away when you attempted to capture it with your own hand. 

"Nah uh, I'll hold it...you eat." 

You stared dumbfounded at the smaller offering, your eyes flickering back to his when he urged it closer. 

"You look like you're hungry…" he tilted his head slightly, offering you a small, toothy smile to punctuate his gesture. "I'd be happy to help…" 

You gulped with anticipation the closer his hand came. And when the bit of food passed your lips, you sighed, closing your eyes; basking in the flavor. 

Beelzebub watched on gingerly, noting the moment the food slid down your throat. And while the food was gone, he kept his painted fingers pressed against your grease stained lips. 

His eyes remained on your plump tiers, calculating his next move. But as though you could read his mind, your tongue simply laved out gently over one of his waiting fingertips; his index finger slowly disappearing into your mouth. 

Thankfully, you two found a quieter spot toward the back of the restaurant. Mainly because Beelzebub's eating habits tended to unnerve customers. 

The longer beel studied your face, the bolder you felt having the appendage pressed beyond your lips. 

Never in your wildest dreams had you seen this coming, yet here you were, sucking shamelessly on the demons finger; twirling and curling your tongue around it in a dance a pure seduction.

"So good…" he murmured.

On the other side of the table, although stone faced, Beel sat enamored by your musings. Sucking the appendage a little harder pulled an almost guttural purr from the belly of the beast who seemed to just stroke his lips idly in thought. But in reality, Beel was wiping away the bits of drool threatening to dribble down his chin.

His hunger was growing at an exponential rate and not for food. 

On the contrary, both meals had since been forgotten. 

"Y/n..." his husky voice drifted across the table, pulling you from your task. When your eyes connected again, you were reminded instantly of the supernatural prowess the man across from you possesses. Although the room was lit well, his eyes shone bright, glowing magenta and purple; pulsing with primal need. 

"I think…we should go."

It wasn't a suggestion, but a command uttered the moment his finger was reluctantly pulled from your mouth. 

"Go where?" The sudden movement of the large demon pushing away from the table to stand quickly had you pressed back against your seat. With his hand now outstretched awaiting yours, he only grinned. 

"Well, you still look hungry, and I'm all too willing to feed you exactly what you want" 

#beelzebub #beelzeboo #beelzebub x reader #one shot #obey me #obey me!

[catboy-bride]

my ada wong headcannon masterlist

warning - this is kinda long and yes it will be going all over the place, small tw for a vague mention of self-harm

also please feel free to add any of your ada hcs, i wanna hear them !!

general stuff

mtf trans

even though "ada wong" was initially a pseudonym (something she used actually pre-transition), she pretty much considers it her real name at this point

she's originally from hong kong but spend a fair amount of time in mainland china as well as a few countries in the former soviet union as a teen

speaks several languages besides english but is most fluent in mandarin chinese, cantonese, russian, polish, spanish, french, and japanese

things about her that make me want to scream and cry

she has very specific methods she uses to ground herself in order to keep her composure

tensing every muscle one at a time from her jaw to her feet, and if interrupted it can make her lash out 

she pinches herself to force herself to focus

she avoids certain foods that she associates with her life before abandoning her original identity

she also just avoids eating things that she didn't make out of a general paranoia of being poisoned

double or even triple checks that her weapons are on her person as well as their functionality due to a past slip-up

paranoid of wiretaps/people having hidden microphones and obsessively searches people (usually leon) which she often does under the guise of initiating romantic interactions

repeats the same phrase in every language she knows as another way to ground herself and it can again make her lash out if she is interrupted

over time she's trained herself out of showing any emotion which leads to really unhealthy was of emotional release that typically involve indirect forms of self harm

she was really upset by luis' death, as she had grown to see him as a friend and even possibly as a lover, but had to disguise her feelings to avoid showing weakness to krauser and wesker

in fact she very seriously thought about going to desprate measures in order to save luis through the use of one of the virus samples she had collected, but decided against it because she knew how wrong and twisted reanimated human life could be

she's saved leon more times than he or even the audience knows, even on smaller missions, if she learns that leon is out doing government work, she will (directly or indirectly) keep an eye on him to make sure he's okay

no matter how much time has passed, she still can't fully explain why she saved leon the first time in 1998

other tidbits :3

ada was a gymnast from early childhood into her teen years

part of the reason she dresses in a very hyper-feminine (specifically in re2 and re4) was to curb dysphoria, even to the point of being impractical, although overtime she learns how to make the outfits practical (ie; the blade hidden in her heel in damnation)

learned how to play violin, flute, and piano when she was younger but only really remembers how to play piano

she is a very giggly (but emotionally unpredictable)

her ideal date would be either going to a very fancy opera/orchestra performance or a very simple home movie night

she's only genuinely ever really let her guard down around leon and to a slightly lesser degree luis

she's been "romantic" with many people but has only really had a few intimate relationships, those being with wesker, leon, and luis

wesker was absolutely smitten with her for a while and she very much used that to her advantage

she's a vers top c:

ik this is more of a leon hc but she was leon's first

she enjoys classical music but sometimes listens to shitty 90s/2000s emo/rock because it reminds her of leon

she cannot stand certain textures of fabric

a lot of her clothing is custom made because it's hard to find clothes that are cute and practical that also use fabrics with palatable textures

in re2 she clocked the shit out of leon even before seeing that he was binding so she kept trying to drop hints that she was also trans but since leon is a little bit bad at picking up on implicit tone she eventually had to just straight up tell him

#i love her very much and these are all very real to me #i do not take constructive criticism #/hj #resident evil #re4 #re6 #re2 #ada wong #ada #headcannons #leon kennedy #luis sera #dylan's autistic resident evil rambles

[tiodolma]

As someone who likes Merlin x Morgana i feel like i am obliged to give my own two cents on the question: should Merlin have revealed his magic to her early on?

To me, he didn’t have to tbh.

Why?

A. Morgana already hates Uther. There were too many unpleasant secrets regarding her identity. Her upbringing made her vulnerable.

He had been told by the all his mentors not to trust her despite him wanting to do right by her. And regardless of whether he told Morgana about his magic or not, Morgana had long been resentful and distrustful of Uther herself due to the latter’s injustices. She was bound to betray the king one way or another. She was bound to meet and trust Morgause one way or another. She would still find out her true parentage. She would still have been manipulated by Morgause nonetheless. The fact that not only was Uther keeping major secrets from her, but Gaius, her primary physician, kept her drugged and ignorant, in time the truth will have had to come out and she will have still been rightfully outraged. Also at some point she would have had to know that she and Arthur were half-siblings.

B. She may root for Merlin but she was against the crown.

I do not believe for one second that had Merlin revealed his magic to her, she would have remained on the Pendragon’s side of their world (aka the "good guys”). Although She was little bit like Will, Gilli, Freya, who could convince Merlin to fight for himself and the magicfolk, Morgana also had the makings of characters such as Kara, Edwin, Nimueh and Sigan. These four tried to show Merlin a better/freer world but also went on to harm Gaius/Arthur, which became their death sentence.

As we can see, Morgana was theoretically located in between these two groups. That made trusting/joining her already very precarious for Merlin.

The real tipping point would have been Arthur. Morgana seemed to be influential enough to guide Arthur to follow his heart and go against Uther when it counted. In another world she would have convinced Arthur to take the throne for himself. As long as Arthur stayed alive, then Merlin would be on Morgana’s side. Gaius, who’s technically pro-Uther, can be still be convinced to the magicfolk’s side as long as the Camelot prince was safe.

C. The prophecy

The bigger problem though was that Morgana, from the beginning, has already been pegged as "designated dangerous potential enemy of the state” by both Kilgharrah and Gaius. Regardless of what she did, Merlin will always have that piece of info at the back of his head. No matter what Merlin did to prove them that Morgana isn’t like that, Gaius and Kilgharrah never stopped reminding him of her potential to "do evil” or go opposite of Merlin’s pathos. That kind of thing can mess up someone’s brain, especially powerful young men who had been thoroughly convinced that they will be the "light and savior” of his people some day in the future. His later actions and mindset is proof of the prophecy (and gaius’s philosophy) already having a profound effect on him.

There are really too many factors tbh. Merlin’s loyalty and focus was really pulled into so many directions, so many options. There was never an easy way for Merlin x Morgana to become satisfying.

.....

Merlin’s biggest sin was really using Morgana’s unfailing trust on him against her when he poisoned her. They were friends. Morgana had wholeheartedly trusted, respected and admired him, even more than Arthur did.

Merlin didn’t need magic to earn Morgana’s complete trust and love. He didn’t need magic to lose it either... That was simple use of hemlock. The moment he chose to do that, to not give her a choice in death, to not tell Morgana of his plan, to not completely trust her just once, to betray her for the final time, even when he was counting on Morgause to lift the curse on her... that already set Morgana’s path to her hatred of him in motion.

Merlin’s fear, indecision, distrust, empathy caused him to make horrible yet very realistic decisions. He continuously backed himself into a corner until there was no one left who could root for Merlin himself, not the Emrys of destiny. His lack of clear ambitions or plans made him gullible and vulnerable of Gaius’ and Kilgharrah’s mind games. Out of options, he would have had to defend status quo as long as possible, to become a reactionary hero that relied on brute force and prodigious talents to subdue his "enemies”. He would be the natural adversary of people like Morgana, Morgause (and everyone else).

It’s fascinating. And it hurts.

#thots #i redacted this

[sharkdream3421]

Garrus Vakarian X Reader - Deadly Love Triangle

That mission was so tricky we all kept running out of ammo, but thankfully Nihlus had extra thermal clips on him. At least we finally cured the genophage. Wrex was thrilled that his people would be okay now, and would finally be able to reproduce and have offspring so the krogan can shape their own future. Wrex told me that he plans to focus on rebuilding and no more war for them. That was a relief to hear, all war does is cause chaos, diversity, and hate. Reminds me of the first contact war, it was war between the humans and turians. All it did was help me to cause hate toward the turians. I mean the war caused my grandpa to die, I then hated turians from that point on.

Everything changed until I met Garrus. Nihlus was the first one to come aboard the Normandy, but even then I didn't even trust him. He was one cocky son of a bitch.

"I move faster on my own."

Yeah right he could have died if Kaiden, I, and Ashley had not interfered. I told Kaiden to use his biotics on Nihlus causing him to fly into a bunch of crates and pass out. Ashley just shouted "Gun!" which did not help what so ever. I sniped the other turian, I didn't kill him because it only hit his shields, but I did throw off his aim when he was pointing that carnifex on Nihlus.

When I met Garrus I still doubted I could trust him, he just seemed dangerous. I mean he almost hit the hostage when Me, Shepard, and Ashely were about to save the lady that was from the Med Clinic, as she was being mugged from some gangsters. After talking on the Normandy though I started to know him better. He was a C-Sec officer who was surrounded by regulations, and all he thought that mattered was getting the job done no matter who he had to sacrifice. His father said he was starting to become like Saren, and for the best part. His Dad wasn't wrong.

I suggested to Garrus that he should calm down and look at the bigger picture.

"Sacrificing civilians is not the right thing to do. You know Garrus, Shepard told me that she learned from Captain Anderson that all that Saren wanted to do was complete the mission no matter how many lives were sacrificed. So don't you see? Your acting just like Saren. You also don't have to be like Nihlus either." I sighed realizing that Nihlus was Saren's apprentice. I know that Nihlus is different from Saren, in terms of treating humans with kindness and not segregation. Although, his way of fighting is the same. Shepard told me that his goal was simple, "I don't care that your human Shepard, I just care that you get the job done."

After some talking with Garrus and helping him stop Dr. Heart. Garrus started to become a paragon and less of a renegade. That was good to hear, I'm honestly a paragon and shooting people isn't always the answer. If convincing is no longer an option, then I take out my gun and shoot. Shepard is like 60% Paragon and 40% Renegade. Meanwhile, Nihlus is...complicated. He is mostly renegade, but then sometimes he's just nice? Merciful? I don't know it's hard to figure out what happens in the turian spectre's mind.

I was starting to fall for Garrus probably after we picked him up on Omega. When I heard he was very injured I was having a heart attack. I felt like I needed him, I prayed so hard that he was going to be okay. When I saw that he was fine, and he was going to recover. I just gave him the biggest hug ever. Garrus was my best friend after all, it was very hard not to hate him. He just had a great sense of humor, which would always make the crew laugh and cheer up even in the most darkest times we were in. I trusted him with my life now, and I saw no reason to hate him. I loved him, but so did Shepard.

Shepard managed to reach Garrus first before me. Dang it! I should have told him my feelings sooner! Kasumi was like the rumor mill. She would always sneak around the ship and go into other people's business. I saw Shepard head into the elevator before the Suicide Mission, then not long after I saw Garrus go into the elevator. Neither one came out of that elevator until three hours later. Who knew what they were doing? Well I knew, it hurt me like a ton of bricks. Garrus belonged to Shepard. Not me, I mean who would want to date a nerdy girl like me? Absolutely no one. I talked to Liara on the phone, she was about another one of my close or best friends I've had in my life. She suggested that I could wait for Garrus and Shepard to break up, or go find someone different. I just plainly said "I think I'll just wait, but I doubt that Shepard and Garrus would ever break up. They are like two sides of a coin, their is no Shepard without Vakarian." Liara just told me that all you can do is just hope.

Not long after the suicide mission, Shepard was placed on house arrest for being associated with Cerberus. The alliance are pretty much good at being idiots. I remember Shepard making her point across and dang it was true, but of course Hackett is too dumb to even figure out it was true.

"I had to do something about the collectors, only Cerberus did something about it. The alliance didn't even give a shit about it!"

"We would have done something if it weren't for Cerberus." Hackett defended.

When Shepard was on house arrest, I decided to hang out with Garrus and help with things on Palaven. I had never been on Palaven and yet it was amazing! The warm and sunny beaches, the nice alien like palm trees. Palaven's city's also looked nothing like I had ever seen before! I was surrounded by Turians, and some of them even gave me strange looks. Although, Garrus told me that humans do visit Palaven just not many of them do.

Garrus managed to become a "Expert Reaper advisor." I just became like his side kick or associate? Anyway, when we heard their was trouble on Palaven's moon we took a shuttle and made our way to the moon.

There we met Shepard, and Liara. Man it was good to see them again. I watched Garrus and Shepard shake hands, but their was like no kiss or anything? Maybe they accept that their relationship is finally done? This might just be my chance! I also met James Vega, and man he was just very handsome over all, but my heart belonged to Garrus. Not some muscular man, who swears f-bombs once and awhile.

Well I was wrong because after our mission on Palaven, I went down into the cargo hold, where the computer for our security cameras were. I looked at the camera that was in the Battery room and there was Shepard and Garrus kissing. I should have not gotten my hopes up. I have to admit, that Garrus and I don't belong together. He's just a friend and that's probably what he will always be.

Primarch Victus was aboard the Normandy and was hanging out in the War room. I needed some advice, and maybe Victus could have a good answer.

I walked up to him with a smile on my face, "Hey Victus!"

"Ah, Y/N. What do I owe this fine pleasure?"

I chuckled, man he was so polite and handsome. "Victus, I need some advice. I've been head over heels for Garrus for months now, but Shepard and Garrus are in a relationship right now. What do you think I should do?"

Victus sighed, "I'm not really an expert on relationships Y/N."

"Please Victus, I need your help. I'm going to lose my mind." I begged.

Victus sighed again, "I think you should tell Garrus how you feel Y/N, and if he doesn't feel the same then you should find someone else to be with."

Victus was right, there was no way Garrus and I could just become boyfriend and girlfriend if we never confessed our feelings for each other.

With me feeling super confident I thanked Victus and walked out of the War Room with me being head over heels to tell Garrus how I feel.

~~~~

Each step I took toward the elevator I got even more excited. I took the elevator one floor down, so now I was on the crew deck. I was just about to round the corner toward the main lobby where the whole crew hangs out until I hear some Human and a Turian laughing. I quickly hid around the corner and peeked to see the most surprising thing I have ever seen today.

There was Shepard and Nihlus slowly walking out of the Starboard Observation deck kissing each other with Shepard's hands on Nihlus's chest and Nihlus's hands on Shepard's waist. They walked into the elevator and then I hear the elevator door close. What the heck was that?! I ran to the front of the elevator doors to see that it was going to Shepard's cabin! What are they doing? Please don't tell me they are...no Shepard wouldn't.

I have to know, I know only one person who could find out what was going on in Shepard's room.

I barraged into Liara's office to see her looking at me with a confused look on her face.

"What's wrong Y/N? You looked panicked." Liara asked me looking worried.

I quickly ran up to her shadow broker terminal. "Liara, can you see what is going on in Shepard's room?" I asked.

"Yeah I can, why?" She asked.

"I think Shepard is doing something really bad, just please Liara, I need to find out what she's doing! I hope it isn't what I think it is." I said with worry in every fiber of my being.

"Okay calm down Y/N. I'm pulling up Shepard's room." I see Liara hitting the keys on her keyboard.

When we saw Shepard's room finally come up on the screen. Me and Liara looked at the screen very shocked. How...how...how could Shepard do this? Why? Why to Garrus?! Their was Shepard having...having sex with Nihlus. It was entirely disturbing to see. Their was Nihlus and Shepard naked and rolling in bed. It was very inappropriate to watch.

"By the Goddess." Liara said with astonishment in her voice and on her face.

Why did Shepard have to do this to Garrus? Garrus...never deserved this! Garrus never did anything wrong! Garrus was loyal to Shepard ever since from the very beginning and this is how she treats Garrus?! My hands curled into fists. I'm going to kill her!

Liara looked at me seeing the hate all over my face. She put her hand on my shoulder, "I'm so sorry you had to see this Y/N." Liara said with sympathy.

I looked down on the floor. "Why did she cheat on Garrus. Especially Garrus, why him? He's been betrayed, failed at his job, lost his own team, and now he's being cheated on over another handsome Turian. I thought Garrus was the most handsome person, his voice, his humor, he's perfect."

"I don't know Y/N, but Garrus definitely never deserved this." Liara said with sorrow.

~~~~

The next morning I had a plot for revenge! Everyone will know, because everyone will be there to see me expose Nihlus and Shepard. I woke up from my bed in the room where the crew would hang out. I took the covers off me and landed on the cold floor with my two cold feet. I slipped my jacket on, my boots, and a pair of jeans. With my anger in tow I opened the door and made my way to the lobby where breakfast was always served.

There she was. That piece of shit sitting at that table looking very happy to see Garrus, yeah right! Wait until I expose the truth.

Liara sat across the table looking at me with a worried look on her face. I looked at her, and she shook her head when I had my fist right by my side.

"Don't do it Y/N, if you expose the truth it's going to do more harm than good." Liara told me, she wasn't loud, but she wasn't quiet either.

"I have to do this Liara. It's the only way." I said.

I raised my fist and hit her really really hard, right in the jaw. Even a tooth popped out! Garrus looked at me very shocked. I mean I did just hit his ex-girlfriend.

"Y/N what are you doing?!" Liara had yelled.

"I'm doing what is justice! Hey everyone, I have something very important to tell you!" I yelled where everyone in the ship could hear.

Everyone gathered around, and I mean EVERYONE gathered around like in a giant circle with Garrus, Shepard, and I in the middle.

"What does (Last name), (First name) wish to tell us?" Legion asked with his head tilted as his optic grew even brighter.

"Shepard cheated on you Garrus! I saw it! I saw it all! Shepard had some really good sex with Nihlus over there!" I yelled as I pointed to Nihlus who looked completely chill.

Liara sighed, "I can confirm that Y/N, is telling you all the truth. I saw it with my own eyes."

Garrus looked shocked, no emotion, utter despair on his face, he didn't even move an inch. Several people gasped, several people looked at Shepard in disapproval, and looked completely pissed off.

"Not cool Commander." James said.

"You are no Siha." Thane blurted out.

"We find Shepard-Commander's actions unforgiving." Legion sounded displeased.

Garrus just walked away in depression. I looked at Garrus, he just showed no emotion, his heart was completely broken. Most of me feels like it was the right thing to do, justice was served. Although, a part of me feels like I did the wrong thing. What did I do to Garrus? Shepard looked around seeing everyone very pissed off. Shepard just ran away, probably to her little hideout, which was her cabin.

I ran after Garrus to see if he was going to be okay. "Garrus! Garrus are you okay?" I asked.

Garrus turned with sadness in his eyes, "No, I don't think I will be. I just need to do some calibrations." Garrus had said as he slowly walked toward the Main Battery.

I would have laughed at him because he said calibrations, just like every time I would, but this time no laugh came from me.

~~~~

Everyone had done their own thing for the rest of that day. Shepard just stayed in her cabin the whole time unless she was called to the War Room or had some matters to attend to. Today, I decided to visit Garrus and see how he was doing as yesterday must have been tough on him.

When the main battery's doors opened I found Garrus collapsed on the floor.

"Garrus!" I yelled as I ran up to him.

I helped him up and he looked at me with tired eyes. "Y/N, I had the most weirdest dream. You were there saying that Shepard cheated on me, and everyone else was so pissed." Garrus said.

I looked down in shame. "That wasn't a dream Garrus, it's true. I revealed that Shepard cheated on you with Nihlus."

Garrus looked down. "Oh, I see. I'll just work on some calibrations then."

I sighed. "Garrus, it's not your fault, I'm sorry that I was selfish and told everyone what had happened, I didn't think that it would affect you like this, I should have known better."

"That bastard Nihlus. Besides I felt like my relationship with Shepard was a bit odd after all. It's okay, I just need some time to move on." Garrus said as he took a small deep breath.

"Garrus, I...I love you, but I understand if you don't want to be with me. Your previous girlfriend cheated on you, and I should probably shut up now. I'll be in the shuttle bay." I walked out of the main battery with a lot on my mind.

~~~~

No, that part doesn't go there. I attached the modifier on the top of the carnifex. Ah, there we go! Now it can provide a little more damage. I also attached another modifier, which can allow some more shots to be fired so we have a less chance that we are going to run out of thermal clips. I grabbed the next weapon, which was the N7 Hurricane. Has a really fast rate of fire, but has very bad accuracy. I just probably set more modifiers on the stability and accuracy then.

"Y/N."

I turned around to see Garrus walking toward me. Looking scared? "Hey Garrus, what's wrong?" I asked my best friend.

"I had time to think, and I...love you too Y/N. All those times we had on Palaven, having dinner together, watching Turian films with each other, going shopping. I loved every moment with you. I didn't know if it was okay to abandon my relationship with Shepard, but I also felt something in me when I was around you. The truth is, I love you (First name), (Last name). I loved you for a couple months." Garrus then put his talons on my hands. "Is it okay if you can be my girlfriend?" He asked.

He asked...HE ASKED me! Oh my gosh, my dream has come true!

"Yes! Yes! You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment!" I cheerfully shouted as I hugged my new boyfriend.

"I love you Y/N." Garrus said with comfort in his voice, as I felt his talon going against the back of my head.

"I love you too Garrus, always have been, and always will." I said with the biggest smile on my face.

~~~~

"(Last name), (First name) we would like to ask you something."

I turned around to find Legion with flowers in his hands. It was strange seeing the innocent geth boy with flowers in his hands.

"Yeah what's up Legion?"

"We have researched some of Earth's culture and religion, and we believe that when someone wishes to show gratitude or kindness. Flowers are a good way to show it." Legion had talked like he was a calculator or something, which was like all the time.

"Who are you giving it to?" I asked with a smile on my face. It's hard to be mad at Legion. He is so good at acting innocent all the time.

"Creator Zorah. We calculate that giving Creator Zorah flowers will help increase our trust, and have less hostility towards us." Legion replied.

I smiled, he's so adorable. "Go ahead Legion, I think she will like it."

Legion replied with a nod and the flaps around his eye opening up. Legion left my cabin in search of Tali.

I smiled as I looked back at the datapad.

"Why was Legion holding flowers?" Garrus asks as he sat on the edge of my bed and gave a little kiss on my cheek.

"He was wanting to give them to Tali, I think he might just have a crush on her." I told Garrus as I smirked.

"So what brings you up here?" I asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to see the love of my life, and make sure she was okay." Garrus said as he gave a small chuckle.

I set the datapad down, and scoot closer towards Garrus. "I am okay thanks for asking, just looking at preparations before we land on Rannoch. I could use a break though."

Garrus put a talon on my face and gently played with my hair with his other talon. "How about we ease up some tension and test your flexibility?"

I smirked, " I would love too."

I read someone's story about Garrus and a Nihlus lives AU and then suddenly I thought what would happen if Shepard cheats on Garrus for Nihlus? Nihlus deserves more attention and should have survived Eden Prime. He would have been a great squad mate in the trilogy! Thank you for reading and have a awesome day!

Masterlist

#mass effect #garrus x reader #garrus x shepard #nihlus kryik #nihlus lives #liara t'soni #legion #thane krios #james vega #adrien victus

[crystalelemental]

I have now cleared Fire Emblem Engage, and before I get to the cut below, I want to address something.  In the leadup to this game, a lot of reviews came back going, rather ominously, “this is not like Three Houses.”  Every scenario was about how the plot isn’t as intricate, the supports not as dynamic, and made everything about Engage sound like it was a step backwards; a regression in some way.  I want to make clear, it’s not.  It’s much more aligned with games prior to Three Houses, but its plot and characters are not lesser for having a more standard story.  At a bare minimum for discussing this game, I feel like that’s something that needs to be said, because it was a concern that almost kept my wife and I from getting it at all.

That said, in the grand scheme of the series?  This might be one of the best.

It’s been a long time since I’ve said this, and I can’t actually recall if it’s ever a thing I’ve said on the blog before, but from my younger days spending time with friends who exclusively watched bad movies for fun, I developed a hardline stance that simple is not bad, and complex is only good if it’s consistent.  Very often, stories can lead into something being incredibly strong, and then falter or trip face-first at the finish line, becoming outright terrible.  I feel like Three Hopes was a strong example.  That was a pretty fun game from an alternate events story, but the instant we start talking about Zahras, that game shits itself so hard even my wife doesn’t like talking about it, and she’s super invested in Three Houses.  If you can’t stick the landing on a complex idea, I do legitimately think it’s better to not even try.  Just aim simple.  Because if you can aim simple, and just stick to something that has an emotional impact, you can still come out as a good story.

Engage does that.  At its core, it’s a pretty simple good vs evil kind of story.  You are divine dragon, enemy is fell dragon, kill.  This never really changes, and there’s no real gray area on what’s going on broadly.  But the specifics of the story focus a lot on family, and the bonds people create to become like family.  It presents the idea that your family is more than just your blood, and that family can be unbelievably shitty but still, in some distorted way, care about each other.  It has a lot of really impactful scenes around this, with probably the best one being Zephia and Griss.  I...really like that scene.  It’s such an interesting presentation of their dynamic.  It’s too late to feel proper empathy for them, Marni and all that, but it’s such an interesting approach.

I think it’s also worth noting...there’s discussion I’ve heard through the series about how tension is built up in games, and how things like the turnwheel mechanic lessen the impact of your decisions.  But I think this game now provides a fantastic alternative perspective.  The presence of the Time Crystal, and its infinite use in Normal mode, means this is a very common tool to rely on.  Combined with the Emblem Rings that are absurdly powerful, with Celica’s Warp Ragnarok being a near-instant OHKO on bosses.  So hitting Chapter 11, and having all of your tools removed, even temporarily?  That’s the most powerless and desperate I’ve felt playing these games.  Like, that’s up there with shifting back to Dawn Brigade in Radiant Dawn, or basically anything in Thracia after Chapter 3.  It’s such an effective ploy to get you panicking.  I kinda love it.

On that note, I also kinda like infinite rewind.  I know there’s a lot of discussion about its merits, but I dunno, I kinda thought the decision to limit uses of it was...unnecessary.  Either have it or don’t.

Mechanically, I also enjoy that skills are more limited.  I think modern games tend to go overboard on skills and their acquisition, requiring you to cycle through whole classes and allowing five skills for ridiculous combinations.  I think the limitation to 2 skills is more reasonable, and I actually like that they’re inherited off the rings instead of classes.  I think that makes things more accessible, in a way.  Nothing is more frustrating about optimizing Awakening than needing to go to Dark Flier on like every unit who can access it to get Galeforce, requiring you to promote, shift class, get to level 15, then shift to a class you actually wanted, all before picking up the kids, and at that point being so wildly overpowered that the game no longer mattered.  Optimizing in that way was just frustrating.  Here it’s a lot easier to just play naturally.

But.  I hate the SP system.  It’s awful.  Characters start out with more SP the later they join, which is sensible, but it turns out you cannot possibly accrue that amount of SP without obscene levels of grinding.  Seriously, Framme starts with like 300SP, and I think she ended around 1200.  Meanwhile late-game units like Saphir step in with like 2000SP outright.  And some skills have the audacity to cost 5000.  There’s no NG+.  How in god’s name am I supposed to ever afford that?  It’s just not a well executed system.  At all.  Because you can’t really mix and match skills.  Half my army never saw 2000SP, so I just...didn’t get to test any combinations.  Which sucks.   A lot.

I do like class promotion, though.  We’re off the Echoes/Three Houses system, and back to flat stat improvements.  I like that a lot more.  I like pushing to level 20 then promoting when I can, and it always annoyed me that the base stat promotion system would give me nothing for the change.  I also like the proficiency system a bit, and I think it’s interesting how a lot of the classes are organized in a way where you can pick a combination of two skills.  Like, Wolf Knight?  You get Daggers, but you can pick sword, lance, or axe, depending on what proficiency you learn.  I think that’s really cool.  Also Wolf Knight is the coolest addition.  I love it.

Combat-wise, I really like how this game plays.  It just...feels good, in a way that I’m not quite able to describe.  I felt more like my placement mattered, and that weapon advantage mattered.  I was initially wary of the break system, but it came together incredibly well.  Chain attacks are...a bit hard for me to grasp when they happen, but are an interesting play as well.  When I’m using them.  When the enemy uses them to kill Louis, then it’s bullshit.  Random encounters for grinding in particular get really frustrating once they enter “Recommended level: Advanced Class.”  Because the enemies are a swarm.  And they’re a swarm that will all converge on you at once.  The hardest maps felt like the random encounters, because they scale to your best level, and are so aggressive, and Chain Attacks are going to blitz you regardless of defensive ability.  So I’m a bit back and forth.  It’s a cool idea, but I think any time you’re aiming to farm something, it’s more of a problem than a help.  The game feels like dodge tanking is the way to go sometimes, but even then, Chain Attacks are a flat 80% chance to land, so like...I don’t really know what the solution is there.

The rings are pretty fun, though.  Celica was fantastic early-game, but by the time I got her back, Warp Ragnarok was no longer killing everything in one shot.  Which was frustrating.  I feel like she kinda fell off.  Sigurd’s ring with Canter is fantastic, I love the nonsense you can get up to.  Lucina ring was great on Goldmary, double Chain Attacks put fantastic pressure on things.  Lyn’s special is a great way to just annihilate the first HP bar from a boss, and draw aggro without putting anyone in danger.  Byleth’s Goddess Dance was really good, and Thyrsus meant it was ideal for Celine, who now has 4-range Bolganone.  I think the rings simultaneously felt really overpowered, but not in a way I disliked.  Most of the game you don’t have many, so it doesn’t feel too bad, and once you have them all, nearly your whole team is equipped.  I did find it very funny you get 14 units, though.  Because 12 rings and the two DLC options.  They left you units to encourage use of all options, even the DLC.  I won’t complain.  I love using more units.

The last thing I’d note is supports.  Supports in this game are...really good, actually.  I was very pleased with how they came out.  They can feel a bit repetitive at times, but that’s every game.  But man, when they land on something interesting, they really shine.  I especially liked Celine, really grew to love Yunaka and Goldmary, and Hortensia was a massive surprise as well.  They did really well with crafting the characters with supports, which I always feel like is the most important part.  Not every character needs to be centrally important.  If anything, trying to make everyone centrally important bogs down the gameplay something fierce.  But the characters should matter, and that’s what supports are for.  It’s why they invented the things, I think.  So I’m glad those played out.

But oh my GOD are they hard to get.  Getting C and B aren’t too difficult, just fight in the Arena, but that requires a bit of save scumming.  Eating meals is a slow progression, but far more damning is that in-combat support only works in player phase, and doesn’t seem to confer much.  Worse, I gave everyone Corrin’s Quality Time ability, and it...did not significantly speed up access to supports.  It’s really distressing how little that skill did, actually.  I don’t necessarily mind a game where the goal is to replay things to get different supports.  But I also think this goes way, way too slow to be reasonable.  I’d like it to be a little quicker.

That said, barring the SP and support systems being a little janky...this was a really well put together game, with a simple but really effective story, and some great characters.  I had a great time with this one.  And with that out of the way, I am officially able to look through the tags here on Tumblr, where I’m sure everyone will be normal about things and nothing bad will happen.

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Entry 6:

Critical reflection on your experience of and performance in your interview practices and assessment. How have you developed your technique? What do you need to focus on? Use your peer feedback to assist.

I got to complete a peer reviewed mock interview in preparation for assessment three where I got feedback from my peers That I tried to apply to my final assessment interview. 

Of the two mock interviews I completed with my peers both I was asked to introduce myself or give us a summary of myself.  This is where I struggled in both the mock interview and in the assessed interview. I found in both environments what I had planned out in my head did not come out in the way I intended it to be articulated as.  I realised that the nerves got to me and I got overwhelmed with everything I wanted to say being way too much for me to say that I messed up my words and left out plenty of important information in an introduction to  The Employer that doesn't know anything about me. 

My peer run mock interview then included two random questions that I may get prompted to answer in The Internship interview which is where I felt my strength in being a good communicator  came out and I was able to answer well as per my peers feedback.  Not only did I get positive feedback after I got past the first introduction in the interview but I also felt a lot more comfortable in my answers and throughout the rest of this mock interview as I was talking about my experiences and was not going by a script in my head anymore. 

The same can be said with the assessed interview, I could feel my energy and nerves shift after I got past the muddled up sentences from the introduction and I felt more at ease. I realised I was putting too much pressure on myself to say all the right things and in the right way with the intro, whereas when I was prompted to discuss a specific example from my experience in the workplace I felt I could let my past knowledge do the talking. 

The main feedback I received from the assessment 3 interview was based on what I’ve discussed; articulating my intro more concisely and being less repetitive with it. As well as speaking less on emotion, passion and myself as a person and instead make sure to incorporate a lot more relevant information with sport and specific tangible skills I have. Since I was so nervous, I felt I kept rambling about how I love the emotion in sport and how passionate of a person I am that I forgot to explain one of the more important aspects of myself to say, what skills I have and when have I used them. Although I speak on my experience with Subiaco, the feedback I received from the interviewer was to make my responses more thought out in the S T A R structure, using detail in my answers. 

I am happy to know that I have time to practise and consolidate my answers to put myself in the best, most confident position come internship interview day. 

“Interviews screen for more than simple acceptability, often testing for criteria that may include competence, skills, intelligence and personality fit in the organisation,” (Diggory Rycroft, 2011). It’s clear from my assessed interview that being a good and comforting people person is so important to who I am and what I stand for, therefore when I get the chance I want to make sure that the interviewer and any other future potential colleagues that may be present for my interview are the right cultural fit for me. As Diggory Rycroft’s quote states, there are various factors that the employer is screening for and just as well I should be doing the same for the people I could be working alongside everyday. 

References: 

Rycroft, C. Diggory (2011), "How to Win Jobs and Influence Interviewers: A Psychological Exploration of Job Interview Best Practices". CMC Senior Theses. Paper 271.