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sonarspace · 2 days

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sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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thevoidstaredback · 9 hours

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Damian lost. Damian has never lost before. He never loses! Losing means you're weak, and Damian is not weak. He grew up fast and strong and is only ever getting stronger!

But he couldn't kill her.

Damian had been raised to think that love of any kind was a weakness. Grandfather did not love mother because he is not weak. Mother loved father and that made her weak. Damian could not love Danyal because that would make him weak. Grandfather expected great things from him. He could not afford to be weak.

Before they were set to leave Nanda Parbat to live and train with their father, Damian and Danyal had one final lesson with Grandfather. A fight, two versus one, on the edge of the Lazarus Pits.

Danyal did not survive. He did not resurface from the depths of the green water.

Grandfather called him weak. Mother said nothing. Damian was given no time to mourn before he was handed to his father with strict orders not to tell him about Danyal.

For all Grandfather and mother had done to him, Damian could not bring himself to kill either of them. His father had taught him to love, that it was a strength.

Damian loved his mother. He realized this as he stared into her eyes, his katana at her throat, his boot pinning her down. He could not kill her.

"You are foolish, habibi." she scolded, kneeing his back and sending him rolling forwards off of her and to the edge of the Pits. "You have discarded all I taught you."

"I have only added to those lessons," he faced her, "I remember everything you have taught me."

"You lie like your father. Obviously and bluntly."

"I have never lied to you."

"Then you have forgone my lessons!"

"Because you abandoned me!"

"I sent you away to learn. I came back for you. You abandoned me."

"A mother's role to teach her child just as the father's role is to protect." Damian leveled his weapon at her again. "You left me in the care of everyone but yourself, Talia Al Ghoul. You were only ever our mother in title, not name."

Talia lunged forward, meeting Damian's sword with her own. "You know not of what you speak, foolish child!"

"I know plenty!" He pushed back, forcing her back several feet. He followed if only to get away from the edge of the Pits. "No thanks to you."

"I gave you everything, Damian."

"No. You took everything from me. You held it all as a reward out of my reach."

"You wouldn't be where you are today if it wasn't for me and your Grandfather." she stated as though it were an undeniable truth, "Whether you acknowledge it or not, we raised you."

"I raised myself."

"We taught you everything you know."

"I taught myself!"

"We made you perfect!"

"You killed half of me!"

The silence overwhelmed the fighting in the tunnels, the shouting and running and bubbling of the Pits were all drowned out. Talia's sword lowered shakily. Damian's remained raised and steady.

"You allowed Grandfather to take Danyal from me. You forced me to forget him. You killed half of me."

"Habibi-"

"No!" He was shaking now. "He was my better half, just as I was his. And you took him from me."

"Damian-"

"You took my brother from me!" He charged madly at her, rage and grief overtaking him. "I will never forgive you for that!"

Talia matched him blow for blow. "Love is weakness, habibi. That is why he died. Danyal loved you and he paid his price for it."

With a scream, Damian doubled his efforts. His blows grew weak with rage as his mother pushed him back.

Damian knew he could not kill her. Some part of him still yearned for her approval. Some part of him still loved her.

Talia's sword impaled itself into the area below his sternum, piercing the armor and skin and muscle, stabbing through to the other side, the hilt stopping it from moving ant further.

Suddenly, the silence flooded over the cavern again. A shrill ringing filled Damian's ears as his grip weakened. His katana fell from his grasp, clattering to the floor so loudly, but so, so quietly. Blood spilled from Damian's mouth with a cough.

Talia drew her sword back, throwing it behind herself as she caught her son. Love is a weakness, but that had not stopped her before. Why hadn't it stopped her now?

"Damian? Habibi?" She cradled his body on her lap, her hand turning his face to her. "My darling?"

Damian's eyes were vacant, staring into a distance unseen. He heard nothing, felt nothing. He knows what was coming next. Sleep. Release. Soon, he'd be in his brother's arms again, just like when they were children. They'd have so long to catch up with each other.

Damian closed his eyes with a soft sigh.

#damian doesn't survive #i pulled this out of my ass #i need to sleep #but i had to get this out of my head #all of my knowledge is from fanfics and other fanon #dp x dc #dcxdp #damian wayne #talia al ghul #part 1/2 #only because theres a lot that needs to happen but this is a good place to end #this won't be a huge thing though #sorry not sorry

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jrow · 2 days

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May Prompts (12)

Day 11 here.

Family

It’s funny the degree to which having a real family shifted his priorities.

Maybe not funny, but surprising. At least to him.

His entire life, family had felt like an obligation more than anything else. His mother meant well, but she didn’t really know how to parent. His dad was a drunk arsehole. And the least said about Harry the better.

No wonder he’d ended up fighting in a war across the world.

Obligation was exactly how Mary had felt at the end. But despite his spiral after her death (and the resulting piss poor parenting that took all the worst elements from his own parents style), his love for Rosie had been fierce and unwavering. She hadn’t been an obligation, but a gift he didn’t deserve. She got him through.

Well, her and Sherlock. Once John finally let himself acknowledge that Sherlock had become like family himself, things slowly got easier. John was happier. Suddenly, family was love.

But, that can complicate things at times. Balancing the wants and needs of the two members of his family against each other and his own.

Sherlock has been here with him at the hospital all day. After Sherlock first arrived this morning, they spent about a half hour talking about what happened. The thief, the chase, John’s fall. Not surprising, really, given their choice of profession. Although perhaps a bit of a wake up call. John isn’t as young as he used to be, and now he has a child to consider.

John had also hoped to talk about the intruder and see if Sherlock had any theories. He promptly fell asleep instead. And slept for over six hours. Understandable maybe, but embarrassing all the same.

Sherlock was still there when he woke up. John is fairly certain the man never left his bedside. And for twenty minutes, they have been discussing the intruder—the evidence gathered so far (limited, much to Sherlock’s hilarious annoyance) and theories on motives. It’s wonderful and John hates to cut it short, but he knows he must.

Molly would likely agree to pick up Rosie from nursery. Mrs. Hudson too. But they’ve never done it before and, under the circumstances, that will scare Rosie. Right now her comfort takes precedence over John’s and Sherlock’s wants and needs.

Sherlock is currently ranting about security measures in the hospital. To be honest, John stopped paying attention to the details a couple minutes ago. He opens his mouth to interrupt, but is beaten to the punch when Sherlock stops abruptly and stands up.

“Sorry, John. I need to head to the nursery now. If I pick up Rosie a bit early, there will be time for a short visit here for. The timing will be perfect for her tea.” He puts on his coat. “The cafeteria has cut fruit, goldfish, yogurt, and some rather boring pasta dishes that she’ll probably like. It should be sufficient.”

John finds himself smiling broadly. “You are going to get Rosie.”

Sherlock rolls his eyes and the sight warms John’s insides. “Of course, I am getting Rosie. This will be a very stressful time for little Watson. After our visit here, I will take her home and put her to bed. Molly has agreed to spend the night at your house again so I can leave.”

“Oh yes, of course,” John says. “You’ll be wanting to get back to Baker street.”

Sherlock looks at John like he’s the biggest idiot in the world. It’s ridiculous how much John loves that look. “I’m coming back here, John. Why would I go to Baker Street?” He shakes his head and makes his way to the door. “Do sleep now, so we can continue working tonight. Gerald has managed to finagle his way on to the case, so the Yard may actually prove helpful. He will be coming by at 9 to go over what little evidence they have.” He pauses. “Don’t tell Gerald I said he might be useful.”

John chuckles. “I believe visiting hours end at 8.”

“That doesn’t apply to you,” Sherlock says with a dismissive wave. John doesn’t doubt it.

And with that, Sherlock is gone. But, soon to return with Rosie in tow. John smiles to himself. This family thing is pretty great. He doesn’t deserve her. Doesn’t deserve them.

Despite his injuries, he’s one lucky bastard.

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qqmariztwsse · 3 days

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Mar is hosting an event..

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mcyt-parodies · 1 day

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could you do Sincerely, Me (from Dear Evan Hansen) as maybe Grian and Joel? :>

Here we are! I hope you enjoy! Halfway through I started thinking of a way I could add Jimmy as Connor but I couldn’t come up with a good enough scenario so what we have is Joel and Grian “corresponding” to have an alibi for a prank? I’m honestly not sure. The intent behind the letters is supposed to be Joel is worried about fitting in and Grian is talking him through it. I do hope this is what you were looking for!

Sincerely, Me (A Joel and Grian Parody)

[Joel]

Dear Grian MC

We’ve been way to out of touch

Things have been crazy

And it sucks that we don’t talk that much

But I should tell you that I think of you each night

I remember Bread Bridge and explosions

And start laughing in delight

[Grian, spoken]

The Bad Boys were pretty fun

[Joel, spoken]

They were, weren’t they?

[Grian, spoken]

But that’s beside the point, if we want a sound alibi for these pranks these have to be perfect. Just- I’ll do it

[Grian]

I’ve gotta tell you, life without you has been hard

[Joel, spoken]

Hard?

[Grian, spoken]

Has been bad

[Joel, spoken]

Bad?

[Grian, spoken]

Has been rough

[Joel, spoken]

PG!

[Grian]

And I miss talking about life and other stuff

[Joel, spoken]

Very specific

[Grian, spoken]

Shut up!

[Grian]

I like the hermits

[Joel, spoken]

Oh come on, give me a little more credit Grian

[Grian]

I love the hermits

Each day is an adventure

If I stop killing people

Then everything might be alright

[Joel, spoken]

But I like PvP!

[Grian, spoken]

Just fix it!

[Joel]

If I stop missing Lizzie

[Grian, spoken]

Oh Joel, Really?

(Joel gives Grian a thumbs up)

[Joel]

If I stop missing Lizzie

Then everything might be alright

I’ll take your advice

I’ll try to be more nice (he makes a gagging noise)

I’ll turn it around

Wait and see

'Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention

It’s easy to do if you give it your attention

All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be

Sincerely, Me

[Joel, Spoken]

Are we done yet?

[Grian, spoken]

Well we can't just give them one book. I want to show that we were actually talking and, like, being good friends, you know?

[Joel, spoken]

Oh my god.

[Grian]

Dear Joel Beans,

Yes, I also miss our talks

I’m sorry you miss your wife

Just try to take deep breaths and go on walks

[Joel, spoken]

No.

[Grian]

I'm sending pictures of the most amazing trees

[Joel, spoken]

No!

[Grian]

You'll be obsessed with all my landscaping expertise

[Joel, spoken]

Absolutely not.

[Grian]

Dude, I'm proud of you

Just keep pushing through

You're fitting right in

I can see

[Joel]

You can see!

[Both]

'Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention

It’s easy to do if you give it your attention

All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be

Sincerely, Me

[Joel]

Your brothers’ hot

[Grian, spoken]

What the hell!

[Joel, spoken]

My bad.

[Joel]

Dear Grian MC,

Thanks for every note you send

[EVAN]

Dear Joel Beans,

I'm just glad to be your friend

[Both]

Our friendship goes beyond

Your average kind of bond

[Joel]

Maybe because we're gay

[Grian]

Maybe because we're gay

[Both]

We're close, might be in that way

But still platonically

[Joel]

Well anyway!

[Grian]

You're doing better every day

[Joel]

I'm doing better every day

[Both]

Keep doing better every day

Hey hey hey hey!

'Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention

It’s easy to do if you give it your attention

All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be

Sincerely, Me

Miss you dearly

Sincerely, Me

[Grian]

Sincerely, Me

[Both]

Sincerely, Me

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #Joel and Grian #parody #parody song #Briar’s Parodies #I’ve always head cannoned Grian and Joel as queer platonic so that’s what the gay verse is all about!#as always this is about characters and not content creators #grian #grian mc #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #why have all of these involved Joel #I swear I don’t mean to guys!#as always let me know what you think and leave suggestions in my ask box!

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Mother's Day

Mother’s Day

Summary:

Sun, Eclipse and Moon work to give their dragon mother a perfect mother’s day! Sun places himself in charge of the perfect day yet…things don’t go entirely according to plan.

It was an early Sunday morning. No children, the megaplex was closed. Yet Sundrop was still hard at work. The daycare animatronic was busy cooking in the Fazbear Cafeteria, staff bots kindly letting him do his work.

He stirred over the steaming pot sitting over the stove, reading a bag that rested in his other hand. Behind him, soft slippered steps accompanied by bells, sounded quietly against the floor. Moon looked over his brother’s shoulder to study the handiwork. “Everything ok?” He asked, voice as soft and raspy as ever with the knowledge that there were still sleeping forms in the Pizzaplex. “I think so.” Sun answered, not as quiet as his naptime counterpart, but still keeping his volume low. “I’ve never really made grits before…I hope I’m doing right. The instructions make it sound easy enough.” Sun hummed looking at the milk filled pot before glancing back at his brothers. “Mom still asleep?” Moon nodded. “Out like a light.” Eclipse gave a hummed chuckle. “She shouldn’t be waking up any time soon! We should have plenty of time to finish prepping!” “Oh good!” Sun whispered-shouted with a spin of his rays. “I hope I can get her breakfast done before she wakes up.” Moon took a moment to look at the small spread Sun was preparing. Eggs mixed into a bowl, ready to go. A good bit of homefries sizzling away in a pan, bread waiting to be toasted with butter out and being guarded by a butterknife on top of the container. And of course, the milk slowly coming to a boil for that mushed up oatmeal looking stuff. “Where’d you get all this?” “Marie.” Sun answered, taking a moment to stir and flip the potatoes. “She helped me get all this, told me it was some of mom’s favorites back before we knew her.” Moon and Eclipse looked at each other before they gave a chuckle at that. Neither were all that surprised. Their shadow wolf friend was always willing to help…and knew their mother better than anyone. Heck if it wasn’t for Marie begging for food from human children…Moon would've never chased after her…and they never would have met Ana.

“So a big breakfast and just spending the day together?” the night animatronic questioned, leaning against the counter. Sun gave a proud smirk as he poured in the corn mix. “Oh you know me better than that dear brother~! I got a lot planned today!” “Shhh.” Moon gently hushed, Sun giving a squeak and shrinking his rays in shyly. “So what is planned? You didn’t exactly fill us in yesterday and just told me to make sure Mom didn’t wake up too early.”

“Oh yes! You did rather take charge.” “Oh right! Well first this breakfast of course! Then with it getting hotter, I think we should give her a haircut so her mane won’t make her overheat, then we’ll watch a movie together and then-”

His brothers listened with a smile, he wasn’t surprised Sun had a full itinerary. He liked to have things to a very specific dot. But their eyes caught something, both looking over Sun’s shoulders as they watched the pot beginning to boil over. “Uh Sunny-” Eclipse tried to warn. “Then maybe we could pull out some games! Play some balloon world-” “Sun-!” Moon began.

“Oh do you think we can get her to take us outside and fly?” “SUN!” The two shouted. “Huh?” “You’re burning!” Sun jolted and spun around. He gave a yelp and immediately turned off the stove, coughing as the smoke entered his workings. No fire, thankfully, however, the grits were noticeably burned. “Ohh…” Sun sighed disappointedly. Eclipse placed a hand on his shoulder while Moon took his hat off to fan away the smoke. “Maybe it’s still salvageable? Just…needs a little salt!” The eldest tried his best to remain positive. Sun gave a sigh.

“I don’t know…it’s supposed to be Mom’s favorite and I burned it…”

“It might not be that bad, Sun.” Moon assured, picking up the pot. “Look, only the bottom is black, we’ll just scoop out the good parts for mom.” Sun gave a hopeful look. “O-okay! There’s still a chance for this to be perfect!” “Let’s get the rest of this finished and go wake her up huh?” Eclipse suggested with a smile. Sun nodded and his brothers helped him finish the rest up and plated before carrying it back to the daycare. Sun stopped by the desk to pick up the hand made cards. “Alright, I’ll go get her.” Eclipse volunteered as he attached the wire to his back and flew up into the loft where their mother was sound asleep. The elder attendant slowly moved by her head and knelt down, reaching out to stroke one of her long ears. “Mom, time to wake up. We got a surprise for you.” A soft rumble escaped the sleeping beast. Her eye fluttered open, the slit pupil immediately dilating to see one of her adopted children beside her. Eclipse watched with a smile as the dragon lifted her head and let out a yawn, fangs extruding from their spot and her black and pink spotted forked tongue sticking out and curling. “G’mornin sugastar…” she greeted with a smile. “Where’s yer brothers?” “Down in the daycare waiting for you. Sun’s got quite a bit planned for Mother’s Day.”

Ana blinked at that but chuckled lightly. “Huh…kinda forgot about that…” She stood and stretched, her wings popping a bit. “Alright, let’s go hun.” Eclipse hummed a giggle, going to return to his brothers before being scooped up in his mother’s jaw and carried out. “Oh! Mom you don’t-EEP!” Eclipse squeaked, feeling a lick to his side. “Mahaham!” Ana chuckled lovingly as she jumped down to the daycare floor. She set Eclipse down as she laid in front of her boys. “Happy mother’s day!!” Sun cheered, holding up the tray to her. Ana tilted her head with a smile. “You boys make all this?” “Sun did really.” Moon chuckled. “Eclipse and I helped toward the end.” Sun placed the tray down in front of her. “I may have…burnt things a little…I hope it’s still good.” He went to pick up the card the three of them worked on. “But we got a card for you too!” Sun’s hand just barely brushed the glass of orange juice but it was enough to knock it over and spill over the paper. “Ah! No no no!” Sun cried out trying to save the paper but it ripped in his hands from being soaked. He whined and shrunk in his rays.

“Oh honey…” Ana frowned and nuzzled him. “It’s okay, things happen. Knowing you boys, it was sweet and adorable like you three.” Sun didn’t answer. He sighed a bit. Ana hummed and licked his face. “Well breakfast smells damn good.” “Mom-!” Ana snorted at the slight pouty glare from her two rayed animatronics. “I mean really good, sorry.” She chuckled. She took a moment to try the breakfast made for her. Sun’s spun his rays happily at the sound of his mother giving a happy hum. Finally! Something went right! “Mm…haven’t had these in a while…” “Does that mean it’s good..?” Sun asked as Ana nodded. “Course baby, you did great.” Ana praised with a smile on her muzzle before she continued eating. Sun gave a happy squee and spun his rays faster, Moon playfully shoving him. “Told ya.”

“Do you want to tell mom the plans for today, Sun?” Eclipse offered. Sun sat up straight. “Oh yeah! We thought we could cut your mane down and trim your fur before it gets too hot! Then we can play some games, or watch some movies and then-” The four of them jump at a sudden loud crack of thunder, the lights flickered a moment. “Oh my…is a storm starting?” Eclipse frowned. “Sounds like it…” Moon muttered. The sound of rain pounded more on the roof. “Yup..it’s pouring.” Ana rumbled. Sun shrunk in his rays again. Well that put a damper on some of his plans. “W-well that's okay! It just means we can get nice and cozy to enjoy our movie night and games and-” The power went out, causing Sun to yelp out of fear from the sudden darkness. Ana gently hugged him to her chest. “Shhh…it’s okay hun, yer safe firefly.” Sun whined and buried his face against his mother’s chest. “It’s not fair…” Ana blinked, both Moon and Eclipse frowning. “What do you mean suga?” Sun curled up and hugged his knees, nuzzling against her fur. “I just wanted to give you the perfect mother’s day…and everything is just going wrong. I burned your breakfast, I destroyed your card, now we have no power and we can’t even go outside and I’m too scared to even do anything without the lights and…and-” Sun sniffled as the tears welled up. “Sunny…” Moon frowned, reaching toward his brother. “I-I’m an awful son!” Ana lowered her ears. She gently hugged Sun tighter to her chest and licked the tears from his cheeks. “Honey…this was already perfect. It was perfect simply cause I woke up to my boys being as sweet as ever.” “But…But-”

Ana hushed him gently. “You boys don’t know how much ya done for me. You made me so much better, firefly. All of ya have.”

Moon and Eclipse scooted closer to their mother and brother. Sun whimpered a bit. “I just wanted to show you how much we appreciated you…” Ana chuffed lovingly at that and placed another kiss on the top of his crescent. “You don’t have to come up with a whole schedule to make me feel loved or appreciated. You three have done that every day ever since I adopted you. I love you three so much and I can’t imagine my life without you…” “So…I didn’t ruin mother’s day?”

Ana raised an amused brow at that. “Not by a longshot. In fact…know my idea of a perfect mother’s day?” Sun looked up curiously at her, only to squeak as he felt her fingers on his sides. “Simply having my boys in my company and seeing them smile~” She chuffed, nuzzling the rays and poking around his sides and belly. “EEP! Eeheheheeheee! Mahahahamahaha! Nyahahaho fahahair!” Moon and Eclipse laughed too which only seemed to grow as Ana pulled them over to use her tail on Moon and her other paw on Eclipse. “Nuh uh~ none of you are safe sweethearts~!” Ana cooed playfully as she kept tickling up a few more minutes. She gave them a break, having her triplets slumped beside her and snuggling into her fur. “I love you boys…” “Wehehe love you too mahamaha.” Moon giggled while Eclipse snuggled against her side tiredly. “Y-you’re the best mom we could’ve asked for.” Ana smiled and looked down at Sun. “You feel better, firefly?” Sun laid across her forearm. He giggled happily and nodded. “Y-yeah. I’m sorry, mama.” “For what?” “Panicking…and overdoing it.” Sun sighed. “I guess less is more huh…?” Ana snorted and nuzzled his belly, earning another fit of giggles. “Well, sometimes. But really, I just want ya to understand you don’t need to do anything big to show yer love and appreciation. Not with how you boys are every day. Work or not. I can always look forward to playing with ya and seeing those sweet smiles on yer faces.” She chuffed. “Now, how bout we grab some lanterns and grab some cards or board games so we can wait this storm out.” “Yea!!” Sun cheered as he sat up. He stopped realizing the lights were off still and looked to Moon. His twin chuckled before standing and walking with him so he wouldn’t be so scared. Eclipse smiled as he watched his brothers leave and turned back to his mother. “He tries so hard…I’m glad he isn’t beating himself up..” Ana looked to Eclipse and smiled. “That’s what family does after all…assure ya and pull ya out of the dark…and I sure got the best lil family I could have ever asked for.” Eclipse giggled lightly and relaxed against her. “Us too mom…”

#moondrop #fnaf tickles #sundrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moon #lee!moondrop #lee!sundrop #fnaf moondrop #eclipse fnaf #eclipse #mama dragon au #oc ana #lee!eclipse #happy mother's day!#fic

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Sweet Dreams for a Fair Queen aka VIL GET BEHIND ME

Hello everyone!

Currently, I’m still working on my addendum to my pomefiore arc analysis with the new content from the most recent JP update. I’m still waiting for all the translations to come in but I’m hoping to have it done by Monday or Tuesday. Honestly, I found that there is SO MUCH going on in this most recent update both good and bad. Too much to include in this addendum. Hence this separate post.

Ironically, while my analysis was mainly focused on Vil and how he sees himself, the one thing from the most recent update that really needed a separate post was Vil himself. In this most recent update, we see the dreams of Vil, Epel, and Rook. I might talk about Epel’s later, and I’m saving Rook's for the addendum. But Vil’s…my god…SO MUCH to unpack, and unfortunately, none of it is good.

I don’t know if Yana was hit with a crowbar and developed amnesia while writing, or if she realized she did too good a job portraying the tragedy of Vil’s arc and had to backpedal, or if Disney took issue with Vil being too sympathetic because this is still a game based on villains. Either way, the way Vil is portrayed in his dream is SUCH a departure from his actual personality and morals that it bordered like a parody. His cruelty to Neige, how he spoke to Yuu and the others, and his generally conceded personality might be how a good deal of the fandom sees him, but this was NOT the true Vil Scheonheit we have come to know over the last four years.

Unfortunately, Vil’s dream seems to have done even more damage to how this fucking fandom views him. I’ve seen many posts here and on the bird app saying how Vil’s dream proves his cruel personality isn’t just headcanon and that he is not beating the mean girl allegations anymore. It’s extremely upsetting because it’s true. Honestly, Vil is NOT beating the allegations and this time, it’s canon that is fucking him over. But before we dive deeper, and before I get too heated again, let’s look at Vil’s dream and how and why it goes against his established character so terribly. Finally, I will share with you all my own ideas of how I imagine Vil’s perfect dream would ACTUALLY play out. Obviously, spoilers ahead for the most recent update.

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First, let’s quickly assess Vil’s character, to better understand why I’m so pissed. As a dorm leader, Vil is meticulous, tenacious and VERY altruistic. He genuinely cares for his dorm mates (and seems to have a soft spot for all the freshmen) and wants to see them become better people. And he goes to great lengths to see this through. Sometimes his methods come off as harsh and overwhelming but at some point even his most disgruntled subordinates come to understand why Vil is the way he is.

As an actor, he is equally tenacious but more importantly, desires that ALL his success come from his own efforts and not because he’s the son of such a famous actor and producer. To the point Vil went to the length of actually changing his legal last name to further distance himself from Eric’s legacy. It would be so easy for Vil to coast off his father’s success. Eric could probably secure for his son any role that he wants, including the heroic one that Vil so deeply desires. But such would be going against every value Vil holds and would open him up to accusations of nepotism. Further adding to the villainous image the public falsely has of him.

And as for his dynamic with Epel, I know this is an unpopular opinion but the way Vil treats him is NOT abusive. I understand there is a cultural aspect to Vil’s issue with Epel’s speech patterns that was made worse by how EN translated it but even with that in mind, Vil’s demands aren’t really that unreasonable. He makes it clear from the jump that he takes no issue with his dialect and it could be argued that Vil being so hard on him is out of care for Epel. What do you think would have happened if Epel took up such an attitude with any other NRC student? He would regularly be getting his ass beat and Vil is trying to prevent that. Honestly I have a lot of opinions on Vil’s dynamic with Epel but they’ll have to wait for another time.

And even then, it’s been implied a few times that Vil tries to help Epel out in ways that Epel doesn’t completely hate. Even if Vil doesn’t approve of Epel’s misogyny, he does accept his interests and understands he desire to be stronger. It’s further implied in Epel’s dorm vignette when Vil tasks him with creating the magical wheel for his film project because he knows that Epel would enjoy it.

So as we can see, Vil is probably one of the more upstanding characters in twst. His crimes, if you can call them that, can mostly be regulated by misunderstandings and he actually ends up subverting many of the expectations we’d have for a character type like his. Even when he overblots, how it happens is so removed from the other overblots (and even the ones that come after) that it’s actually incredibly tragic.

Now, let’s look at how Vil is portrayed in his perfect dream world.

Terribly, to put it lightly. Though I understand now one of the reasons we got the Tapis Rouge event. Anyway, in Vil’s dream, he’s still a mega famous actor, beloved by many fans. The main difference between this and real life is Vil himself. When away from his adoring fans, he’s shown to be conceited, arrogant and mean spirited. He speaks very insultingly to Yuu and the other characters and even threatens to curse them as well. Neige is also his assistant in this dream and Vil is downright abusive to him. Even Miranda Priestly was a kinder boss to Andy than Vil is to Neige here.

Later when Yuu and co attempt to wake Vil up, he ends up having another dream of the VDC. In this one, Vil actually SUCCEEDS in poisoning Neige, resulting in NRC Tribe taking first place. Despite the fact that this again goes against every value Vil holds and it was actually his guilt of what he could have done to Neige that caused his overblot in the first place. And despite the fact that Vil would be revolted at VDC victory at such a cost. EVEN MORE than if he had won with their imperfect performance.

All in all, he seems more like a caricature of his archetype than the actual kind and complex character he actually is. The complete opposite of EVERYTHING we’ve seen from Vil thus far. Naturally, I took great issue with this, not only because this just feeds into the fandom’s misconceptions of Vil, but because it’s just not accurate. AT ALL! THIS IS LIKE A BAD FUCKING FANFICTION!

Okay, okay, before I get too hot under the collar, let me actually explain why this is such an awful portrayal of a character I hold so dear to my heart.

Departure from his canon personality: Despite being a famous actor and model celebrated for his incredible beauty, Vil is actually a very humble person. His nature is not naturally mean-spirited, and he’s not a spoiled brat. Even when people piss him off, he’ll make his displeasure known; make no mistake about that! But he’s always respectful and, in the instance during the Tapis Rouge event, sometimes even encouraging. Above everything else, Vil is never harder on people than he is on himself.

Oversimplifying/invalidating his disdain for Neige: Now I understand that Neige being Vil’s abused assistant is a reference to Snow White being the Evil Queen’s scullery maid. But based on everything we know and have seen from both Vil and Neige, the reference does a disservice to both their characters. I would even argue if the reference was really needed in the first place because Vil’s disdain for Neige was never so simple as just petty jealousy. There is an actual, unfair dichotomy between them that places Neige above Vil in the eyes of people like Rook and, ultimately, the public at large. Vil has every right to resent this and were he treated more fairly, he might even be more kindly disposed towards Neige. Because Vil isn’t a petty person. Neige clearly admires Vil and Vil at least respects Neige but the dichotomy between them unfortunately prevents them from having a healthier dynamic. I don’t know if this will make sense but I don’t believe Vil hates Neige, what he hates is what he represents.

Disney vs Yana: Now, I wanna preface what I’m about to say next as it being COMPLETELY speculation of my own. I have no hand in creating twst and have no idea what goes into it beyond what Yana talks or tweets about. But I’ve always felt that Disney takes issue with their more heroic characters portrayed in a morally gray light. It would explain why we haven’t seen Prince Rielle, why we haven’t seen Farena despite there being a whole ass Sunset Savanna event, and why everything about Neige’s character actually works against him and why he should be seen as the fairest one of all. In this case, I wonder if Vil’s ooc dream could have resulted from Disney meddling. It wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened in a game Disney has a creative hand in; anyone who is a Kingdom Hearts fan and played KH3 knows this all too well. If that’s the case, this actually makes me extremely worried when we see the future overblotee dreams. ESPECIALLY Jamil’s dream, if you know, you know.

For the most part, those are all the things I disliked about Vil’s dream. But now, in the interest of not ending this post on a completely sour note, let me paint for you all a picture. Two in fact since Vil had two different dreams in canon.

Scenario 1: Vil never sees Neige’s VDC rehearsal. He and his teammates review the rehearsal footage as he originally intended, and he’s not put in a position to be retraumatized again. So he doesn’t overblot and instead, NRC Tribe gives a perfect performance through and through. Even when Vil does see Neige on stage, he knows he’s given the best performance he can and still votes for his team. NRC Tribe wins and Vil is celebrated for his incredible talent and absolutely beautiful dedication. The first step in Vil finally seeing himself with value outside the villainous persona people have projected upon him.

Scenario 2: This one I like a little better. Soon after graduation, Vil is offered the lead role in the Legendary Sword sequel Adela tried to sign him up for in Book 5. He plays the role of the heroic prince phenomenally and people are wowed by how much tenacity he brings to the role. As a heroic prince, he's charming and snarky, no-nonsense but with a heart of gold. Bringing a lot of his personality to the role but in a way that makes the audience relate with him regardless of his otherworldly beauty. Proving that he has what it takes to be a hero and stand on the stage until the end, he ALWAYS had was it takes. Neige would still exist in his perfect dream world and may still be in the film. Not as a rival/villain, though, but maybe as a supporting character. But with Vil finally getting the recognition he deserves, his dynamic with Neige would likely become healthier over time.

In the end, Vil is an incredibly misunderstood character, probably the most misunderstood character in twst after Kalim. Unfortunately, this most recent JP update did little to help his case. But either way, I at least hope I did an adequate job at explaining why. And I hope that in the future, Vil’s complexities are more accepted and acknowledged. By both the fandom and the canon.

#twisted wonderland #twst book 7 #twst jp spoilers #twst book 7 spoilers #pomefiore #jas reads twst #shut up jas #vil schoenheit

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A Game of Inches

Connor bedard x reader

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It was a cold Friday night in Chicago, and the city buzzed with excitement as the Blackhawks were set to face off against the Pittsburgh Penguins. For Connor Bedard, the young phenom touted as the next big thing in the NHL, it was an important game. He'd worked hard, sacrificing weekends and late nights, driven by the dream of greatness. But this night was not to be his.

You, on the other hand, had been excited for this game for a different reason. As a freshman at the University of Chicago, you'd been dating Connor for a couple of months, and seeing him play at the United Center was always a thrill. You loved the energy of the arena, the noise of the crowd, and most of all, seeing Connor in his element. He had a way of lighting up the ice with his speed and skill.

But tonight, the energy was different. The Penguins scored early and often, and the Blackhawks couldn't catch up. Connor had a few chances, but the puck just wouldn't go in. The final score was 5-1, and as the final horn sounded, you could see the frustration on Connor's face as he skated off the ice. It wasn't the first time he'd lost a game, but this one seemed to hit harder.

You waited for him outside the locker room, the cold air seeping through your coat. The other players filed out, some with nods and quick smiles, but Connor was one of the last to leave. When he finally emerged, he was still in his gear, carrying his stick and helmet. He didn't see you at first, his head down, his eyes distant. You stepped forward and touched his arm.

"Hey," you said softly.

Connor looked up, and his eyes softened a bit when he saw you. "Oh, hey," he replied, trying to muster a smile. But it didn't reach his eyes.

"You okay?" you asked, knowing it was a silly question but hoping it might open a door.

He sighed, setting his stick against the wall and running a hand through his hair. "Not really," he admitted. "That game was rough."

"I know," you said, rubbing his arm gently. "But it's just one game. You have a lot more ahead of you."

He nodded, but you could tell he wasn't convinced. "Yeah, but I should've done better. I had chances, you know? It just... didn't happen."

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You did your best. Sometimes things don't go the way we want them to. It's not your fault."

Connor looked down at your joined hands, then back into your eyes. "I just hate letting people down," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're not letting anyone down," you said firmly. "You're an incredible player, and everyone has off days. It's part of the game. Besides, you're human, not a robot."

He chuckled at that, a small, hesitant sound that warmed your heart. "I guess," he said, shaking his head. "I just... I really wanted to win tonight."

"I know," you said, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "And you'll win again. This is just a bump in the road. You still have me, don't you?"

He squeezed you tighter. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice a little lighter. "Thanks for being here, Y/N."

You held him for a while, letting him find comfort in the embrace. Eventually, he pulled back, a genuine smile on his lips. "Do you want to grab some pizza or something?" he asked. "I think I could use some comfort food."

"Sounds perfect," you said, taking his hand and leading him toward the exit. "Let's go find the best pizza in Chicago. I hear deep-dish fixes everything."

As you walked out into the night, Connor's mood seemed to lift. The loss still stung, but with you by his side, it didn't seem so bad. You knew there would be other games, other challenges, but you were ready to face them together. And that made all the difference.

#hockey #nhl #connor x reader #nhl x reader #connor bedard x reader #chicago blackhawks #connor bedard #nhl blackhawks #connor bedard x y/n #connor bedard blurb #Connor bedard x you

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