#So I was wondering if you only get this scene if you prevented the confession from happening earlier.

[softxsuki]

Heya! It's nice to see you again , (honestly I think I'm bothering you 😶 but I really enjoy your writing) I was wondering if you could do mitsuya with a s/o who has had a rough childhood and sometimes has flashbacks when they see people fighting. The reader also has really bad anxiety and isn't good with talking to people, they normally have panic attacks whenever the flashbacks starts. Thank you! I wrote this because I start back tmr and my parents fought really bad 😕

Mitsuya with A S/O Who Had A Rough Childhood

Pairing: Mitsuya x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of traumatic childhood, PTSD responses, panic attacks, fighting, kissing

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 820

Summary: In which you witness a fight and get thrown into a flashback which triggers your panic attack, so Mitsuya helps calm you down

[A/N: Hey, I'm sorry you're going through a rough time. Not sure what type of fighting you meant, but I hope this was okay. Enjoy <3]

Mitsuya:

Being Mitusya’s lover was nice most of the time

He was attentive and just a gentleman towards you in general, always hearing you out and going out of his way to make you happy

So despite having a rough past and knowing that Mitsuya was in a gang, things were going pretty great!

He of course never raised his voice at you; any disagreements you had together were always talked through very calmly

Even though Mitsuya was in a gang and fought for a living, he never directed that aggression towards you

You and his sisters were the most important people to him, he’d hate to see any of you scared or upset with him

So when you showed up at Toman’s headquarters one day to surprise Mitsuya (you were allowed to go since you were Mitsuya’s lover and everyone knew about you) a pretty violent scene awaited you

Toman were in the middle of a fight with another gang, and even though the fight was clearly almost over with Toman in the lead, the violent acts and aggressive screaming at one another sent you into one of your flashbacks

Young you at home, while your parents got into another one of their fights–anytime you witnessed any kind of fight, you’d be transported right back to that vulnerable moment where you were filled with the most fear

You drop to your knees, clutching your chest as you gasp for air, a panic attack beginning to bubble up within you

As the rival gang collected their men and ran off, easily defeated by Toman, your boyfriend finally caught eye of you on the ground and raced over to you, thinking maybe someone hurt you as you were kneeled on the floor looking frantic

“Y/N? What’s going on?” He’d ask with furrowed brows, kneeling down to get to your level

He was worried now, seeing you hyperventilate as he scanned you over for any injuries–there were none so this was clearly something a lot deeper

He’d bring you into his arms as he waves a hand for everyone to go away, giving you the privacy to cry and calm yourself down without their eyes on you

You could still see the images of your childhood flash before your eyes, still not aware that Mitsuya was in front of you now

So he repeats your name, still clutching you close to him, while peppering kisses to your arms and hands, anything to get your attention on him so he could calm you down

It takes a while, but once you’re able to feel him holding you and hear his voice again, the flashback finally leaves, and you’re able to come to a neutral state, only the stain of dried tears left on your face

“You’re okay,” he whispers in your hair, drawing small circles on your back with his thumb. “I’m here, everything will be okay.”

He’s insistent on figuring out why this happened so he knows how to prevent it or help you moving forward, so you end up confessing about your rough childhood and what happens whenever you see people fighting now

Mitsuya is very understanding, silently nodding along as you explain everything to him, glad that he personally, has never yelled or fought in front of you apart from presently

“I’ll make sure you never have to witness any fighting again. That seems like a decent task for me, don’t you think?” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. “Though we do get into a few fights around here, so maybe next time I’ll text you when it’s safe to come over to visit our base here. You know you’re always welcome, Mikey said so himself, but from now on I want to make sure nothing will set you off again like today, so just tell me in advance.”

You felt bad for causing such a scene, especially in front of his fellow gang members, and he immediately sees that guilty look on your face

Reaching forwards, he cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your lips

“Hey, don’t worry about today. These fools are always up to something ridiculous, no one will mention what happened here today. If anything, they were all worried for you as well. They all care for you, but no one will care for you as much as I do. I love you.” He whispers against your lips

He goes out of his way in the next few days to learn more about your past whenever you feel comfortable talking about it and makes sure to keep you away from any fights of all kinds

After all, he cares about you deeply and doesn't want to see you suffer like that–long term solutions are in the back of his mind and he’d make a point of bringing them up eventually…one step at a time is more than enough for now though

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 9/11/2023

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Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 15: After Visiting Astarion’s Grave

Chapter 15: After Visiting Astarion’s Grave

Each chapter can be read as a standalone hug.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Act 3, Astarion's quest, cw: nudity, fluff, like so much fluff, it's too much fluff, post-cazador

WC: 2.3k words, 15/18 chapters

Summary: After the Act 3 romance scene, Rogue!Tav and Astarion enjoy a soft moment together.

Ao3 | [Hug14][Hug16] | Hugs for a Vampire Masterlist

If you had asked yourself this morning– half-asleep after being woken mid-slumber once again– where you thought you would be tonight? It certainly wouldn’t be here. Currently you find yourself staring up at the night sky, grave dirt beneath your bare back, a vampire wrapped in your arms.

What a strange turn of events, you think. In typical Astarion fashion, he’d led you here, opened up his heart to you in ways that you were still processing, defaced his own gravestone, and then promptly swept you off your feet.

He’d called it a ‘night of passion’ and he certainly wasn’t embellishing the truth. While you’ve been with him before, ascertained that he was indeed an expert in matters of physical love, this time felt so very different. It wasn’t just physical love, it was soft and sweet and carried every bit of his genuine affection for you. He felt present, comfortable, enthusiastic even.

He’d said he ‘didn’t care for you at first’. Funnily enough, you hadn’t cared for him either. What kind of rogue dressed as he did, what kind of rogue was as bad at lying as he was? You had scoffed, resisted, denied your feelings to the last. But nothing could have prevented your fall for him.

He’d told you he wants you. I want you. The words swim circles in your head and, as you mull them over now, you find it hard to believe. He could have had so much power, so much of the world could have been his. But now? It’s you he wants. It thrills you as much as it intimidates you.

He’d professed that he loves you. I love you. You’ve felt it– after all, he’s told you how much you matter to him, how much he cares about you, and calls you ‘my love’ or ‘love’ regularly. But despite the many ways you’ve expressed these words to one another, those three syllables in that order pierced you straight through the heart. Even now, repeating them like a mantra to yourself in your mind, you find your entire body melting under the force of the statement.

So here you lie, holding Astarion to your body with one arm, playing with his mused white curls with the other hand, your bodies intertwined in front of his grave. You wonder briefly if perhaps tonight is the first night of your life you decide to sleep naked in a graveyard. Oddly enough, you don’t feel a ton of shame at that fact. You do however, feel grass in your hair, rocks getting between your toes, and dirt settling in places it really shouldn’t settle.

“Love,” you whisper into the night air, afraid of disturbing the man wrapped around you.

“Mmm,” he murmurs affectionately into your shoulder. 

“Love?” you repeat, looking down at him, only to find him blissfully resting on you, eyes closed, a content smile playing on his lips. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight, jostling him as you do. 

Astarion frowns at the shaking, his arms around your waist gripping you tighter. His brows furrow as he grumbles, “Stop that.”

“I can’t help it,” you say, stroking another soft curl away from his face. “You look like a cat who’s caught a mouse.”

The satisfied smile returns to his face, “Mmm, yes. Consider yourself trapped in my wicked little paws, dear.”

You laugh once more, more gently this time to avoid disturbing him. “I confess, I’m not used to being a mouse. Would you consider letting your prey go, if only to get to a proper bed?”

“No,” he says, finally cracking one eye open. His red glare speaks volumes and you consider dropping the subject in the face of his confident denial. You’re oddly proud of it, even if it means you’ll be stuck in the dirt for the rest of the night.

Instead you take a different approach. “Okay, you don’t need to let me go, but what about allowing me to put a few articles of clothing back on?”

His one open eye narrows, shuts as he contemplates. A moment later he shakes his head into your shoulder. “I can’t allow it.”

You huff a silent laugh into his hair, and ask, “And why not?”

“What if I’m not done with my prey?” To punctuate his words, he presses a cool kiss to your collarbone. 

Your cheeks heat in response, and you’re well aware that Astarion has a front row seat to the newest erratic dance your heart performs. But your body protests with each ache, your arm at his temple slack with exhaustion. “Oh love. Any more and your prey may leave this mortal coil.”

Astarion sighs heavily, as if lamenting that he’s fallen in love with such a sad little mortal. “I suppose if the mouse asks nicely, I may have to relent.”

“In that case, would you please allow me the honor of dressing myself?” You lay the words on thick, your fingers tracing a small pattern along the edge of one of his pointed ears. 

Perhaps your attentions are too delicate and loving, because Astarion only shudders in your embrace before shaking his head once more. “I’ve changed my mind. We can get caught by the Mortarch for all I care.”

“Astarion,” you chide, removing your hand from his ear. You place the hand on his cheek and his eyes slowly open up to yours. The red in them looks warm, and the gaze that looks back at you is so open that you swear your heart skips a beat. But you’re ever the slightly more responsible of the two of you. “I always thought that the day we got thrown into prison together it would be for theft, murder, maybe racketeering– not public indecency.”

“The night is young, dear,” he says, smiling up at you innocently. "I wouldn't rule any of them out quite yet."

You plant a small kiss on his head and respond, “You are an utter fool.”

“Yes, well, I am your utter fool. So really you have no one but yourself to blame.” His tone is matter-of-fact, and your heart warms at it. He’s been so cautious, as if he was counting down the days you had left together– either not expecting to be freed from Cazador, to escape the brain, or for your love to last longer than a week. Now, he says it as if you’re stuck with him, a prospect you find entirely too appealing. And, given how he currently refuses to let you go, something you’re going to have to learn to navigate.

“Fair enough,” you say, releasing his cheek and letting your head fall back down to the dirt. “In that case, how can I entice you to get up?”

Astarion is silent for a moment, and you can all but hear the wheels turning in his head as you stare into the night sky. “I could be persuaded for a mere pittance really.” His tone is light, but you can sense a bit of tension in how he holds you.

“Really? And what would that be?”

He burrows a bit into your shoulder before mumbling, “Could you… stroke my hair like this more often? Perhaps every night?”

The ask itself really is so small, so endearing in its simplicity. But you can sense the courage it took for him to ask, on top of all of the bravery he’s had to muster today. You can sense the underlying probe, asking you if you’ll stay with him, even after all of this. He’s yours, he’s said as much, but now he’s asking: are you mine? 

“Certainly,” you say, no pretense, no qualifiers, no joking words. Your hand returns to his hair, delicately weaving between his curls. “Every night.”

As if being released from a Hold Person, the tension in Astarion’s body dissipates. “Excellent,” he breathes out, placing a tender kiss on your shoulder. “Though I doubt we’ll be able to have such a vigorous prelude every night– Gale might light us on fire if we interrupt his beauty sleep. Gods know he needs it.”

You snort at that, turning back to your lover. “Don’t tell me you plan on having any preludes in that room at the Elfsong? If there’s one thing that this cemetery has, it’s privacy.”

“I don’t know dear,” he says, looking up at you through his lashes. “I’d say we can both be plenty sneaky if we feel like it.”

Despite yourself, you warm under his searing red eyes. You’d gotten so used to Astarion’s teasing words having been just that– words– for quite a while now. It’s somehow worse for the pounding of your heart now that you know he loves you. You clear your throat a bit before responding, “We’ll figure something out. Maybe Gale will even cast a silence spell if we ask nicely.”

Astarion’s laughter is light and loud in the still night air. “Oh darling, I was doomed from the start. How could I resist such a clever creature.”

You give him a wry smile and reluctantly move to start getting up. “All jests aside, we should really get out of this graveyard,” you say, stretching out your free arm and lightly poking your lover in the ribs.

Petulantly, like someone resisting the call of an early morning adventure, he pleads with you, “Just a few more minutes?”

Clucking a noise of disapproval, you try to wiggle your way out from under him. “You’ve had a few more minutes. Besides, if we leave now, we might still be able to bathe some of the grime off?” you offer, trying to entice him off of your arm, which has slowly but steadily been falling asleep.

He heaves a sigh that could wake the dead but finally sits up. “You better keep your promise,” he warns, running a hand through his hair. “Also, if bathing is on the table, add washing my hair to the agenda.”

“Done,” you say, lifting yourself up on one arm. You watch him gather up your clothing, as you massage the feeling back into your arm. You’re easily enraptured by the way his hair shines in the moonlight, the marks you’ve left littered across his pale skin and, above all else, the freedom with which he moves. Like a new man. Looking at him now, you can’t help but think of how far you’ve come together in the last few months.

Of course, Astarion catches you staring, not that it stops you. “Do I have grave dirt somewhere unmentionable?” he asks, turning this way and that to inspect himself.

You shake your head. For all you know, he might, but you honestly hadn’t checked. “No, just thinking back to our first night together– how you told Alfira I was off to find my true love or some other such nonsense.” You laugh at the memory. “I suppose you weren’t that far off.”

“Ugh, you’re such a sap sometimes,” he says rolling his eyes in exasperation, but the smile on his face shows his satisfaction at your words. “What did you tell her? Oh, yes, something about me never finding someone like you again?”

“Close enough.” You shrug, getting up from the ground and taking your clothes from his outstretched arms. “I think my exact words were you may never love like this again.”

His face grows pensive as he shimmies into his underwear. Before you can remark on it, his face brightens, and with a feigned smile he says, “Well, wouldn’t that be a lovely thought! I don’t think I could handle this more than once.”

Something about his tone leaves an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. A mixture of worry, of love, a creeping anxiety that his life is now deeply entwined in yours, so you’d best not mess this up. You don’t plan on dying any time soon, so you push the thought aside. “If only you could be so lucky,” you say with a sly grin. Halfway through putting on your underwear, you recall another key moment from that night. “More importantly, do you remember that gods awful hug you gave me? It’s a blight that will remain on my mind for as long as I shall live.”

Baring his fangs slightly, Astarion grimaces at you. “Love, I thought we promised never to speak of that again?”

“I know,” you say, brushing some dirt off your legs. Standing back up, you turn to him, making a persuasively sad face at him. “But I can’t help it. It’s all I see when I go to bed at night.” Your tone is utterly melancholy, and you loll your head back dramatically as you say it.

Your love clicks his tongue at your maudlin performance, but sidles up to you all the same. “My sweet, what can I do to wash your brain of that memory?” His hands come to rest on your hips, his gaze focusing on you intently.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the rest of your clothing all but forgotten in your hands, you say, “Only a perfect hug can help, I’m afraid.”

Astarion raises his eyebrows at you and purses his lips. “A tall order. Lucky for you, I've gotten quite a bit of practice in recent weeks. We will fix this yet.” And like that, he brings you into his embrace. Your warmth meets his chill and you produce a happy noise at the contact. He gives a low chuckle, but before he can make a snarky remark, he freezes in your arms.

Immediately recognizing his tension, you stiffen as well. “Which way?” you whisper into his ear.

“Due south, twelve meters,” he responds in a practiced manner. It wouldn’t be the first time either of you got caught mid-crime together. And unless you die come morn, likely not the last. “East then?”

You nod into him, and despite the situation, find yourself laughing. “Shall we race to the Elfsong in our underwear?”

His own laughter shakes your body, as he says, “After you, love.”

Under that moonlit night, clothing clutched in your hands, pieces of grass falling out of your hair, Astarion and you run through Baldur’s Gate. Your combined laughter and love carry you all the way back to the Elfsong and your heart feels full.

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[bartxnhood]

need you now | c.h

calum hood x reader

summary: calum wonders if you think about him as much as he thinks about you.

part two to this. but can be read alone

warnings: angst, drinking, smoking, language, but happy ending !

a/n: everyone give my friends in slaysos gc a round of applause for helping create this masterpiece. hope you guys live this as much as i do. also i’m not a party person, literally never been and don’t plan so if i get some things wrong, oh well. this is pure fiction LMAO enjoy !

requests open

not proofread

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“hey, it’s y/n. sorry, i missed your call, leave a message after the beep. bye!”

“hey, uh, it’s me, just been thinking about everything tonight and i don’t know… i just miss you so much. call me when you can. bye.”

calum was a tragedy. every night he would be out partying or at a bar. since the breakup, his addiction to partying had only gotten worse. he couldn’t remember much in the past two months. he had been partying so much, it was killing him. he’d call you when he was blackout drunk some nights, confessing how badly he had messed up and how he regrets everything. other nights, when he isn’t so drunk, he’d still call, apologizing for the drunk calls.

he was spiraling down a deep dark alley, and if he didn’t fix himself now, he’d never see the light again.

he didn’t know he continued to party and drink so much. but, he continued without thinking about the consequences. even if he knew how bad he was under the influence.

some nights were worse than others.

one night it got very out of hand.

it had been hours since the party had started and calum had one too many like he usually does but tonight was different. he was angry. angry at himself for letting you slip from his hands, angry he treated you like gum on the bottom of his shoe when he should’ve treated you like the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

they were hearing the same sappy story about how he regrets everything. luckily, everyone had left before his breakdown happened.

luke sat with his head hung, rubbing his temples. “calum, you’ve had too much. cmon man. just go to bed and we will clean up. it’s almost five a.m”

“oh fuck off, luke. you try to act like this savior but in reality, you just ruin everyone’s lives.” he belted, throwing the infamous red solo cup at him, and letting the drink spill. “cal, someone is here for you” someone said, standing at the patio door.

his eyes shot up, “is it her? is it y/n?”

“i don’t think so”

his eyes fell, of course, it wasn’t you. you swore off parties and hadn’t attended one since halloween. but when he saw miya appear, rage encapsulated him. “now why in the hell are you here?!”

she looked the same as she did that night they met when miya tried to make a move on him that few parties you didn’t show up to. of course, it hit a nerve. and so, he was yelling at her for even thinking about showing up. “cal, you’re being a bit over dramatic, dont ya think?” he hand trailed over his shoulder blade but he pushed her off. “don’t you touch me. you know what you did.”

it was getting out of hand now, calum was screaming his lungs out at miya while she just stood there, finally luke called the one person he knew who would help. you.

“hey, y/n, i’m sorry it’s so late…well early but calum is drunk, very drunk. can you come to get him? he’s causing a scene.”

“what? oh, jesus christ. yeah, i’ll be there in ten” you shut off your phone, immediately hopping out of bed and finding the closest hoodie and sweatpants then running out of your apartment.

your heart was racing, the drive was a blur. trying to get there as fast as you could to prevent another fight. of course, you still loved him. you were still in love with him, currently. you listen to every message he ever left on your phone.

your inbox was full of them.

you heard every heartfelt confession, every drunk apology, each sober apology.

of course, you still loved him.

you never stopped.

“thank you for coming.” luke swung the door open letting you slip inside, then walked through the trashed house. “he’s back here.” you looked through the patio doors, seeing where he was pointing, and then you spotted him, with her. miya. everything froze in time, luke was no longer there, and everyone else disappeared.

you pushed the door to the side, stepping over crushed cans and cups to his side. “calum?” your voice was small, not sure how he was responding to your sudden appearance if he’d lash out at you or fall silent and walk away.

he picked his head up, eyes locking with yours. calum stops whatever nonsense he was doing, which by context clues, you could guess he was having another drunken tantrum. he stares at you in disbelief, was this happening? are you actually standing in front of him? was he dreaming?

“y/n?”

he says your name and you ask him "cal, what's going on?" and his eyes glaze over a little bit just from hearing the concern in your voice. it was genuine concern, any drunk person could see it. not just him.

he only blinks in response, trying to figure out the situation. he just can't believe you're there at his party after you have sworn them off and it's for HIM. not anywhere else, but his house. he repeats, “y/n” a few times before his arms are wrapped around you and holding you tightly. he couldn’t let you slip away again.

you just let it happen and hug him back saying, "hey i'm here it'll be okay" and trying to calm him down. despite your best efforts, he pulls away looking at you. taking everything in. but you saw everyone staring at the two of you. including miya, who looked like she had a lot to say in the moment. you saw the anger burning in her eyes and hid her chest turned red.

you saw luke who was about to say something, so you put your hand out to stop him shaking your head silently.

you knew calum was feeling bad, so you opted to take him upstairs. “hey why don't we get you upstairs and into bed?" you gently held his arm and that calms him down. he let you lead him inside, away from the party. you stop to talk to one of the boys on your way in explaining you're gonna take him to bed.

“thank you for calling me. i’ll get him situated and come back to help you clean up.”

so you take him upstairs, trying your best to hold him up. calum was mumbling incoherent words as you guided him to the bed. and after doing the usual drunken cleaning up and caring for him like you used to, you took a step back. anxiety consuming your body, and confusion. but, thankful his friends called you.

you’ve read stories in articles about his nonstop parties, and the drunk scenes he made. he was a wreck. but, that’s how he was coping. you, on the other hand, have been the opposite, staying in every night watching sappy movies, crying yourself to sleep most nights, losing an appetite, and making excuses not to see sierra or crystal. isolation was the only way you could cope.

standing at the side of the bed, looking down at calum who was in an out of consciousness you begin to rub the bridge of your nose out of anxiety. your heart was racing, at loss for what to do. calum opens his eyes and sees this and starts getting upset again. he feels guilty that you had to go to another party for him, he rubs his eyes before speaking, “you shouldn’t have come. y’hate parties”. you drop your hands, “i had to. i was worried.” he saw it in your eyes, you were being genuine. “you’re scaring me, cal” by now, tears began pooling in your eyes, you took a breather trying to calm yourself.

knowing he's extremely drunk and emotional, you try to get him to bed without admitting to anything or saying something you don't actually mean. “scaring you?” he breathed, watching as you tossed his shoes to the floor. “yes. you’re killing yourself. im not just gonna sit by a key you do that”. maybe you were being a bit too emotional now, so you looked away trying to get your thoughts in order and finish getting him ready for bed. if he decides to sleep.

once you get him situated you left the room for a bottle of water. he probably wouldn’t notice you were missing. no one was left except luke and ashton, picking up the litter from the party. they all looked up in your direction hoping for any news but you just shook your head and left it at that.

you returned, half opening the bottle and sitting it next to him. calum is kinda staring at you in awe. he says "you’re always the one taking care of me and i never deserved it. you deserved so much better than me." knowing he's extremely drunk and emotional you didn’t let it get to you.

you look down chewing on the inside of your cheek. don’t let him do this to you, y/n. you kept thinking, he was drunk he didn’t mean anything. you stand up to leave, wanting to go home and scream into your pillow because he misses you so much. he reached for your hand, holding it so carefully, and spoke "stay with me.” you freeze, turning your head and you look torn so he adds "please? just tonight." while looking into your eyes and looking desperate.

so, you stayed. laying on the opposite side of calum, you heard his breath steady assuming he was finally going to sleep. until you heard “i love you.” you had only hoped that if you were still he’d leave it alone and would just go to sleep. but he continued. “when i left that morning, i didn’t stop. i never did. you’re my whole world, and i hate the person i’ve become. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but i screwed it up.” your heart was racing, picking at your nails you felt him shuffle next to you. “you were the best thing i’ve ever had and i let you go. ‘m sorry. you can hate me. i understand.” you waited a bit, but that was the last thing he said for the night.

you end up leaving before he wakes up, it was breaking daylight by now and you didn’t want to be there when he woke up. before leaving, you stood above him he looks so peaceful. naturally, you bent down and pressed the softest kiss on his forehead then exited the room. so, by eight a.m you were gone. on the way home, you have a small breakdown realizing the love was still there, and seeing him so vulnerable made your heart ache. but, you kept reminding yourself he was drunk. he probably didn’t even mean half the words he said.

later in the day, you had just finished your meeting now standing in your kitchen fixing a cup of coffee, until you were interrupted by a rhythmic knock. you sat the cup on your counter and walked over. but when you opened the door, calum was the last person you were expecting. “hey.” he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket. you stepped back, then saying “why are you here?” calum looked around. you hadn’t changed anything since he left. he didn’t know why you would change anything, but he expected at least something out of place. he shrugged, “i just wanted to thank you for last night, and everything.” you sighed, “come in” you stepped to the side and let him enter, then closed the door behind him. “do you want some coffee?” he sat down on the sofa, where the last fight happened. ouch.

“sure.” he answered, looking around the room. you came back with a black mug and handed it to him, and took your seat across from him.

his comment was abrupt. “i meant what i said, you know.” you looked up from your coffee, to meet with his eyes already looking at you. “what?” you blinked, placing the mug on the table. “last night. everything, i meant it. from me still loving you, to wanting ti spend the rest of my life with you. i meant every word.” he was being sincere, he held eye contact as he spoke and didn’t break it once. truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. the situation wasn’t ideal, and to be honest with yourself you knew you still loved him. “calum..” you finally spoke, followed by a long sigh and dropping your head into your hands.

“then why do you continue to do this? you’re drinking yourself to death, cal. how can i trust that you won’t do it all over again, even if i want to work this out?” calum contemplates, he sits back on the sofa searching for the right words. "i get drunk to forget the color of your eyes and the way your hair falls and how soft your skin is and the way your smile makes me feel; but it seems like the alcohol can't change my memory of you." he sets his mug down before saying, “i do it because it’s the only way i know how to cope and i know it isn’t the best way, but it’s all i know.” you crossed your arms, chewing on your lip. “and if that isn’t enough just tell me, and i’ll leave for good and you can go back to hating me.”

“i don’t hate you, calum. i was hurt. i could never hate you. not after everything we’ve been through” you rebutted. his eyes lit up. “you don’t hate me?” “no, i don’t. i could never hate you, cal” you saw him carefully reach for you hand and you let him. “y/n, i promise i’ll never do that again. i love you more than you’ll know. so please, just one more try?”

four months, three days, one hour.

that’s approximately how long it’s been since the wedding. since the day you both said ‘i do’ .

one year, four weeks, two days.

since he was at your doorstep apologizing for everything he had ever done to you.

you give him another chance, and it was the best thing you’ve done. he promised to love and cherish you forever. and he did exactly that.

the patio was decorated with fairy lights, faint music coming from inside and the two of you dancing to the music. he was humming quietly to the song, which was your first dance at the reception. “you know what?” he said to you.

“what?”

his hand on your back held you tighter. “you’re my favorite person, y/n.” he felt you chuckled softly, pulling your head from his chest. “yeah?” he nodded, “yeah.” he kissed your forehead.

“i’ll love you forever, even when i can’t.”

#calum x reader #calum hood x reader #calum hood angst #calum hood fluff #calum hood blurbs #calum hood imagine #calum hood 5sos #calum hood fanfic #calum 5sos #5 second of summer imagines #5sos smut #5sos imagine #5sos fan fiction #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5sos fanfic #5sos x reader #5sos angst #5sos fluff #5 seconds of summer x reader #5 seconds of summer

[dreams-shape-the-world]

"Something always held me back or stood in my way"

I wanted to go over these words and how they ring true with Aziraphale in dealing with his feeling for Crowley. This is an ever evolving series on Aziraphale, since I always seem to find a new piece that fits his puzzle. So let's keep this journey going, who knows, maybe one day I will figure it out.

I can never get over how unreservedly happy Aziraphale is during the dance. We are all caught up on how contagious he is, with that smile in his eyes and that small giggle of pleasure. He gets to have his dance with Crowley, and we are dancing along with them.

Crowley, bickering the whole time, we are in danger, but Aziraphale is not registering what he is saying at the time, one can't help but laugh at how endearing this whole scene is.

If we knew then, what we know now, how fleeting this magical moment would be, but alas, we did not, and so the road to our heartbreak begins.

I wanted to post this here, it is from Call Me by your Name, a wonderful movie that I recommend you give a watch. To quote the film director - Luca Guadagnino - "We should always be very earnest with one's feelings, instead of hiding them or shielding ourselves." 

This particular sentiment reminds me a lot of the dilemma that Aziraphale has with his feelings and being in love with Crowley throughout the centuries.

If there was to be a confession by Aziraphale to Crowley on how much he loved him, the thing that stood in their way was the offer, the one thing that Metraton knew he could not say no to. This was the first stumbling block that prevented that from occurring.

Crowley did the only thing, the desperate thing, and gave Azirphale his all, in one kiss. All I see is a demon, pouring every last bit of his love for him, the passion is raw, without shame or care. And for a fleeing moment, Aziraphale reacts, we all almost had a glimmer of hope.

Why did we have a glimmer of hope, its this right here. He was going to say "I love you", but he held back, he decided that forgiveness is the path to take. Michael Sheen's acting, his face showing every possible conflict and then final decision, makes this scene so intimate to the viewer.

Such simple words, "held me back or stood in my way," but convey such a powerful emotion when put in this type of context. Aziraphale wants to do good, but something is holding him back and standing in his way, Metraton's offer, his wish to do good, to fix things and make them right for everyone.

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #innefable husbands #good omens season 1 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #aziracrow #call me by your name #heartbreak #metraton #i love him #crowley loves aziraphale #lovers #relationship #held me back or stood in my way

[pollenallergie]

Jitterbug | E.M.

A/N: I’m in the mood for some cheesy mutual pining at the moment so here’s a best friend!Eddie fic based off this hc <3 Edit: The movie mentioned in this fic didn’t come out until 1985, but oh well… I’m too lazy to change it.

TW: none, I think? Reader’s pronouns aren’t specified and Eddie uses pretty gender-neutral terms of endearment for them. Nevermind he calls you a princess, I am so sorry, I totally forgot about that. Although, it is specified that they would wear a dress to a wedding, so take that for what you will. Also, I tried to keep the explicit language to a minimum since this is a fluffy fic.

18+ only

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

If you asked him, Eddie would deny it, but, secretly, he lives for these moments; moments where he gets to watch you, to hear you yearn for love. Perhaps it should be bittersweet, listening to you talk about the kind of love you’d like to have, all while under the impression that you probably don’t want to have that kind of love with him. However, Eddie gets an odd sense of joy out of watching your features alight with the joy that only daydreams of love and romance can bring, out of listening to you passionately describe all your deepest wants and desires. You’re such a romantic, Eddie loves it. He wants, so desperately, to be the one to make your dreams come true, but, for now, he’ll settle for listening to you talk about them.

Currently, the two of you are camped out in the living room of his trailer, watching Secret Admirer, the latest romcom that you’ve decided to torture him with. He only endures it because he knows that, once this garbage little love story is over, you’ll launch into one of your long-winded spiels about what love should be like, what you want your future love to be like. A wonderful bonus comes in the form of your passionate reactions to the events of the film; the way you giggle at Eddie mocking the protagonist's cliche friends, the way you adorably clutch the blanket closer to you whenever the protagonist caresses or kisses his secret admirer’s cheek, the way your brow furrows and your top lip curls when the protagonist’s dad kisses another woman, not to mention the way you fluster during the intimate scenes. You wear your heart on your sleeve, even when you don’t mean to; it’s one of Eddie’s favorite things about you.

By the time the credits roll by, Eddie can tell that you’re just barely holding in your commentary on the film. He decides to indulge you, as always, and asks, “So what’d you think, jitterbug? Was it worth the five-dollar rental fee?”

You sigh, pulling the blanket closer to your chest as you unconsciously snuggle up closer to your best friend, who responds in kind by wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “It was okay.” You reply, though, you're not very convincing.

Eddie chuckles, “Just okay?” Eddie whistles before continuing, “That’s quite a harsh critique coming from you, bug. What didn’t you like about it?” He teases.

“I don’t like how willing Debbie’s mom and Michael’s dad were to just throw away their marriages over some stupid letter. Love shouldn't be like that. Marriage shouldn't be like that.” You answer, looking up at him with those bright eyes that he loves so much. "Besides, it hits too close to home, you know?"

Like most children of divorce, you’re all too familiar with infidelity. You often confess to Eddie that you're worried that all love is doomed to end like that sooner or later, with one person cheating on the other, breaking their heart. It makes his heart ache for you. Of course, Eddie didn’t have any good examples of love to look up to either; his mom left when he was young and his dad wasn’t the loving type. However, the sweet old couple living in the trailer a few lots over makes him believe that sort of love, the kind that isn’t doomed to end in despair, truly exists. Eddie wishes that he could show you that kind of love. Granted, the only things preventing him from doing that were his own cowardice and your severe obliviousness.

Eddie curses every single person who’s ever made you feel less than. He curses society for making you feel like there’s something wrong with your body, like you aren’t pretty enough. Most of all, he blames them both for making you think that no one could ever be attracted to you, and for making you oblivious to the affection people showed you. You’re stunning and, if you could only see it, then you’d surely see the way the guys around town looked at you; guys like Adam Polanski who spent the entirety of sophomore year following you around like a lost puppy until Eddie finally told him to give it a rest, like that dirtbag Dave Harris who lives in the trailer next to you and leers at you whenever you take the trash out in those tiny little pajama shorts of yours, or like Eddie, your best friend, the guy who’s been hopelessly in love with you since the sixth grade. Hell, Eddie even knows of a couple of girls that have had crushes on you. However, you’ve never noticed them, any of them; always too caught up in that busy mind of yours.

“Not to mention Cliff DeYoung is just plain creepy.” You add.

“Yeah?” Eddie huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, he reminds me of that pervy custodian from the public library, the one that always hits on my mom.” You shudder at the memory.

“What else didn’t you like?” Eddie probes.

“I-I don’t think I like the idea of secret admirers very much.” You admit as you begin to bashfully pick at your cuticles.

“No?”

“No. I think it’s more special, more meaningful when someone tells you how they feel without the shield of anonymity; it shows that they like you enough to take that risk.” You explain and Eddie hums in agreement.

A brief silence settles between the two of you, but Eddie soon interrupts it when he notices your eyes fighting to stay open. “Are you stayin’ the night?” Eddie asks softly.

“I want to, but I hate making you sleep on the couch.” You murmur. “We should've had this movie night at my place so that we could both crash in my bed afterward.”

“It’s a short walk,” Eddie points out, “we could just head over there now.”

You offer a mere hum of acknowledgment, clearly thinking it over.

“We’ll have to walk back here for breakfast in the morning. ‘S no food at my house right now.” You inform him, tone laced with exhaustion.

“I’ll grab a box of cereal to take with us,” Eddie replies before carefully untangling himself from you and getting up off the couch. He walks over to the kitchen cabinet where they keep the non-perishables and carelessly throws open the door.

“D’ya want S’Mores Crunch or Raisin Bran?” Eddie asks.

“God, you guys have awful taste in cereal.” You groan as you pull yourself up off the couch, letting out a big yawn and heaving a massive stretch before you continue, “I s’pose s’mores is the least offensive choice.”

“So picky,” Eddie mumbles teasingly as he swipes the box of overly sugary cereal from the cabinet. He then moves on to the fridge.

“Don’t steal Uncle Wayne’s milk; we can just eat dry cereal.” You say, as if reading his mind, as you slip on your Keds.

“You’re an absolute psycho, jitterbug.” Eddie teases as he grabs the carton of milk, stealing it anyways.

“And you’re gonna be dead tomorrow when your uncle comes home to a milkless fridge, grub.” You reply as you shrug on your jacket before grabbing the milk from Eddie so that he has at least one free hand to help him slip on his Reeboks. “I’ll make sure to wear a nice dress to your funeral.” You feign somberness as you pat Eddie on the shoulder, causing him to scoff.

“C’mon, drama queen,” Eddie says once he’s slipped on his coat and shoes, “let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you walk in silence to the other side of the trailer park, where your mom’s cozy double-wide sits atop a decently sized plot. Your mom’s place is much nicer than Eddie and Wayne’s since her office job pays a bit more handsomely, but you and her both still receive your fair share of ridicule for not living in a house. Your dad lives in a house, it’s a nice house too. Eddie’s been there a couple times, but only when your dad wasn't home. Your dad doesn’t much care for Eddie, but that’s ok with him because your mom absolutely adores him and he likes her more anyways. Besides, your dad’s disapproval has never really gotten in the way of your friendship with Eddie.

When the two of you finally make it to your mom’s, you unlock the door to find your dog, Philby, already waiting at the door for you, or, more accurately, for Eddie. Philby loves Eddie. You let him and Eddie bask in their little reunion as you make your way back to your room. You shut the door and change into some pajamas real quick before summoning the speed of Quicksilver as you quickly gather up all of the clothes on your floor and stuff them in your closet; heaven forbid Eddie sees your underwear. Soon enough, you open the door and poke your head out around the corner, motioning for Eddie to come join you.

Once he’s in your room, you step out, heading to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed and to give him some privacy as he changes into the pajamas your mom bought him for Christmas last year. Soon enough, he’s joining you in there, brushing his teeth next to you with the spare toothbrush your mom keeps around for him. This never gets any easier for you, being so domestic with him. The two of you have been like this since you first moved into the trailer park when you were seven, but it’s never gotten any easier to pretend like the faces he makes at you in the mirror while you both brush your teeth don’t give you butterflies, like waking up to the sight of him fast asleep next to you doesn’t make your heart melt every single time. You don’t even mind that he always leaves a pool of drool on your pillow, that he’s a blanket hog, that he refuses to sleep with a shirt on because he feels like the neckline chokes him when he lays down, not even that he thinks suffocating you with a dutch oven is the pinnacle of comedy. You’ve got it bad, but you think you hide it well. Truthfully, you don’t, but, luckily for you, Eddie is just as oblivious as you are, if not more so.

Perhaps if the two of you had any mutual friends, they might shake you both by the shoulders and pull you out of your minds, might force you to see how hopelessly in love with each other you are. However, it’s always just been the two of you, at least when you’re at home. In public, the two of you have always operated in your own social circles due to your differing passions; he's always had Hellfire while you've always had the tiny little nonconformist clique you ran around with, a group of somewhat artsy, somewhat smart kids that just didn’t quite fit in anywhere else. So, the two of you simply just continue to dance around one another, each unaware of the other’s incessant pining.

Once the two of you have finished getting ready for bed, you climb into bed together, snuggling up close to each other as you have a million times before. Eventually, you’ll break free from his sleeper hold during the night when you get too hot to continue snuggling, just as you always do, but, for now, you indulge his craving for your warmth. You always indulge Eddie, always spoil him.

“Hey, bug,” Eddie calls out softly into the darkness of your room.

“Yeah, grub?”

“Will ya tell me more ‘bout your wedding?” Eddie asks. It’s the same request he always has on nights like this. He likes to listen to you talk about your dreams and desires as he drifts off to sleep, much like a child likes to hear a bedtime story; he loves to hear the stuff that your beautiful mind comes up with. You’ve always assumed that he was just indulging you, letting you talk about the things you might’ve otherwise been too shy to bring up yourself, in the privacy of your room. Little do you know, Eddie takes great care in remembering what you tell him about stuff like this, he even writes some of it down in the same little journal Wayne gave him to write songs in for his fifteenth birthday. His memory has always been surprisingly good when it comes to stuff like that, stuff that other people might not put a lot of stock in, but that he knows you cherish more than anything. Although, it’s not so good when it comes to important dates or anything like that; anything that the average person would deem important.

“You remember how I said that I wasn’t sure if I wanted a beach wedding anymore?” You prompt him, not expecting him to remember, but more so saying it as a reminder.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’ve moved on from that; trying to walk around in the sand in a wedding gown seems like too much of a hassle for someone as clumsy as me. I think now maybe I’d like to get married at one of those big, fancy gardens that they have in big cities, like the one in Garfield Park. Or maybe it could be kind of cool to get married at one of those old, historic mansions in New England.” You ramble.

“Could get married in the backyard of your nana’s house, she’s got a big enough backyard, ‘s fancy too.” He offers sleepily.

“It’s not that big,” You giggle, “but it would be cute to have a small wedding there. It’d probably have to be a small wedding anyways; I don’t really like a lot of people.”

Eddie huffs a tired laugh, nuzzling his moppy head of curls in between your shoulder and your neck as he curls around you like a monkey clinging to a tree. Little fireworks erupt beneath the surface of your skin and butterflies flutter around your tummy as your body intertwines with his.

Yeah, I’ll never get used to this. You think.

You come from a pretty touchy-feely family, or at least your mom’s side of the family is like that, so you’re pretty used to physical affection, but Eddie’s clinginess has always somehow managed to exceed the level of affection that you’re used to. The two of you don’t hold hands, don’t give each other kisses on the cheek or anything like that, but Eddie will take almost any and every opportunity to hug you, to cuddle with you, to touch you. He’s like that with his other friends too, or so you think. You always see him playfully wrestling with the Hellfire guys or clapping a hand on one of their backs as he pulls them into the occasional celebratory hug, you figure that’s pretty similar to how he treats you. Although, you think that he’s probably a bit more touchy-feely with you because he’s known you for so long. He’d definitely cuddle with Gareth if he’d known him since he was seven, right? Certainly, he’d offer Jeff a shoulder rub every now and then if he had been friends with him for over a decade like he had with you. Of course, he would, Eddie’s just like that, it’s just how he is, you think.

“You’re gonna look real pretty in a white dress, bug. Like a princess.” Eddie murmurs sleepily. At that, heat blossoms in your chest and travels up your neck before flooding into your cheeks.

“What do you think you’ll wear to my wedding? Usually, the maid of honor wears a dress… and is a woman.” You tease and Eddie huffs out another tired laugh, this one nothing more than a puff of air exhaled through his nose.

“I’ll wear whatever you want me to, baby.” Eddie slurs before the stillness of sleep takes over.

Your eyes widen at the new pet name, your breath hitching before a smile breaks out on your face, one so wide that it hurts your cheeks and so fond that it shines in your eyes. You turn to look at him, confirming that he’s asleep, before pressing a kiss to the space between his brows, the only part of his forehead that isn’t currently shielded by his bangs.

“I love you, Eddie.”

#i kind of wanna make a series out of this #eddie munson #best friend au #best friend!eddie #best friend!eddie munson #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson ficlet #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things au #stranger things vol 4 #st4 #jitterbug and grub #pol’s greatest hits

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 7

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

Words: 1.8K

Author's Note: This chapter is very intense. It has descriptions of Leon having an anxiety/PTSD attack. and the reader uses a real method to calm him down! READ THIS CHAPTER WITH CAUTION.

Masterlist

June 2004

And I don’t mind, if it’s me you need to turn to

We’ll get by

It’s the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made in these small hours

These little wonders

-Little Wonders, Rob Thomas

They say that the first few moments after you wake up are the most confusing part of any day, or at least that’s what Mom used to say as her justification for never waking us up with a list of chores. We’d forget it. That statement rings clear as a bell through my mind as I peek my eyes open the slightest bit, wondering if I accidentally fell asleep in my hoodie again due to the thin layer of sweat that coats my skin. Leon got home last night, I patched him up, and then…

The scent of pine brings my attention forward, eyes finally adjusting to the sight in front of me. Leon’s slowly rising bare chest as my head rests against his bent arm, supporting his head with his hand and mine with his surprisingly comfortable bicep. Other arm slung over my waist, keeping our torsos snuggly together while our legs are tangled together. His soft snores. I thought he fell asleep on my chest. We must have shifted in our sleep. Eyelashes resting against his cheeks until they flutter slightly. Well that explains why I’m sweating so much. Man is a heater.

A blush slowly spreads across my face, growing as his eyes peel open, like the calming waters after a storm, noses brushing against each other and for a brief second, I swear his gaze flits to my lips.

“Morning.” The intoxicating feeling of his breath warming my lips threatens to drag me underwater, drowning me in the thought of his taste, his smell, his everything.

“Morning,” I whisper back, as if breaking the silence would shatter this precious moment, and for all I know, it might.

“You sleep okay? Hope my moving around didn’t wake you,” he mumbles, his own volume dropping in response. Words fly away from my mind like the butterflies in my stomach, leaving only my ability to nod. He shifts, palm now pressing against the small of my back, as if he can’t bear the thought of me crawling away. As if I would want to. Leon finally truly wakes up, wide eyes appearing for a breath of a second before he pulls back and shifts, pulling his body up into a sitting position. Away from me. He yawns, chest puffing out as his arms stretch up toward the ceiling. “Want some breakfast?” He asks, turning to look at me expectantly.

“Sure. I don’t have a whole lot though, I needed to go grocery shopping today.”

“Do you want company?”

“Love some company.”

The store isn’t nearly as full as it usually is, given it’s a weekday. The cry of a baby occasionally, a squeaky cart wheel, a stack of something falling over. All sounds I’ve grown accustomed to while here.

Leon however, is not. It’s not hard to see how on edge he is, eyes scanning up and down the aisle every few seconds, and I make a conscious effort to speed up my pace, grabbing items as quickly as possible and tossing them into the cart. His hands clench, and at a louder sound like a cough or sneeze, or even the intercom clicking on, his hands flitch for his belt. I don’t quite understand why until I realize he’s probably got his gun. As if he leaves home without it. Fingers lacing through his and squeezing, drawing his attention to me, his chest rising and falling faster than what is probably healthy.

“I’m right here,” I reassure as I reach up for a can of corn on a higher shelf. Refusing to release my hand, he grabs it easily with his other hand, placing it in the cart for me.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re also a shitty liar.” Tugging him into the last aisle for bread. “You know, you could have stayed home.”

“I didn’t want you going alone.” It finally dawns on me. He’s on edge for his own life, but also for mine. Leon silently gives my hand a gentle squeeze, placing a loaf of bread into the cart. “Anything else?” I shake my head with a small smile.

“Nope. Let’s go checkout.”

The line passes quickly, and we load food items onto the conveyer belt quickly but carefully. Leon steps up to the cashier, handing her enough cash to cover the bill while I begin to bag things, shooting him a frustrated glare at him paying for the whole thing. It seemed like he was finally calming down, adjusting to the sounds and sensations of the store. Then it went to shit.

The high pitched scream of a little girl somewhere further in surprises everyone, immediately attempting to locate the source before the sound shifts to a fit of giggles. The people around us visibly deflate, relieved at the assurance that everything was okay. I even chuckle to myself for getting so worked up, loading the last bag into the cart.

“Sir? Are you alright?” Leon.

His eyes are wide in the direction of the screech, hand resting on his belt where I assume his concealed holster is, and each muscle is tensed so tightly, I’m surprised the fabric of his compression shirt hasn’t torn at the seams. He’s not here anymore. I take fast steps toward him, his name leaving my lips as my hand comes up to rest on his forearm but he reacts faster, fingers locking tightly around my wrist, and I have to physically swallow the yelp of pain from his grip. He spins, fear soaked eyes practically pinning me beneath his stare, pupils blown, hiding the blues I have come to love so much. The cashier moves from the corner of my eye, reaching for her phone.

“It’s okay, ma’am.” I need to level my voice, or she’ll get the police involved, some bullshit investigation as to whether my roommate was abusing me or not. “Everything is fine.” I smile, burying the tears threatening to spring into my eyes. I’m not talking to her. “Everything is fine.” The grip loosens, and by the time I look back at Leon, his breath is coming in fast pants, face pointed downward as if trying to steady himself by looking at the floor, hands pressed into his pockets almost painfully. I gently grab his wrist, tugging him along with me as we step out into the fresh summer air. Leading him to the car is easy enough, his movements supporting mine before I stop, throwing everything into the backseat as carefully as I can. “Do you wanna get in the car?” I ask, but he’s not listening, eyes glazed over, unfocused. I need to get him in the car so he can calm down. Deciding to put the cart away later, I pull him to the passenger door, before practically shoving him inside and closing the door with a gentle whoosh. Driver door flying open as I clamber in, hands cupping his face, turning it toward me.

“Leon?” Nothing. “Leon, I just need you to look at me, can you do that?” Hazy blues lifting to mine, paralyzed in this moment. ‘What did they do to you?’ My heart screams. “Can you breathe with me?” A shaken head. Eyes wandering, fingers clenching almost painfully, dark crimson leaking from closed fists. He’s hurting himself. Scrambling across my center console, legs ending up on either side of his thighs, straddling his waist. Fingers grabbing his hands, unwrapping them to place them on my thighs before squeezing over them. Squeeze me. Don’t hurt yourself. Pushing his jaw up, forcing his gaze on me once more. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to try to breathe with me.” In and out. In and out. In and out. Please Leon. Please.

His breaths are shaky and rough, patchy, as if his lungs have holes torn in them, releasing the minimal air he’s taking in, but he’s fucking breathing. “Can you do something for me, Leon?” He’s not speaking, but, with eyes still locked on me, he nods.

5. “What are 5 things you can see right now?”

“You.” His voice is trembling. I can practically feel my heart splintering inside my chest.

“Good. What else?”

“Yellow of your shirt.” I nod encouragingly. “Your radio has green numbers.” Good. “The red straw of the cup in your cupholder.” One more. “Your keychain has a picture of you and your sister on it.”

4. “What are 4 things you can feel right now? Physically.”

“Your hands on my jaw.” One. “The seat under me.” Two. “My hands on your legs.” Three. “The sweat on my forehead.” Four. Good.

3. “What are 3 things you can hear?”

“Your voice.”

“Mhm. Good.”

“Birds outside of the car.” One more, Leon. “The blood pounding in my ears.”

2. “What are 2 things you can smell?”

“The car’s air freshener. It’s lavender.”

“Good nose.” I whisper, trying to bring a smile to my own face in reassurance.

“Your perfume. It’s vanilla.”

“You’re doing really well, Leon.”

1. “What is 1 thing you can taste?”

“I don’t know, I can’t-” My hands find the gum in my center console, unwrapping it and offering it to him. He opens his mouth without question, refusing to break eye contact as I pop the spearmint strip into his mouth. He chews it, the familiar flavor and texture seemingly bringing him a sense of calm. 

“What is one thing you can taste, Leon?”

“My gum.”

A deep sigh of relief. His breathing has returned to normal and his hands aren’t twitching as they bounce between clenching hard enough to bruise and a tender caress. His lids are closed now, head resting back against the headrest, chin tilted up exposing the thick column of his throat. The temptation to press my lips to his pulse point is overwhelming, but I refrain, taking a few of my own steadying breaths in through my mouth as to not inhale more his cologne.

“I hurt you.” Glancing down, I notice the bright red skin of my wrist that is absolutely going to bruise within the next few hours.

“It’s fine, Le-”

“And I ruined your jeans.” His hands are off my pants, blood staining the denim dark brown, almost black where I put his hands.

“Leon, I’d rather have stained pants than for you to hurt yourself,” I confess, before cracking a smile at him. “Plus, I’m a girl. I need to know how to get blood out of pants at least once a month.” He cracks a smile. My heart stutters. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He nods, hands helping me back into the driver's seat before I start the car with a hum. His eyes follow the soon-to-be bruise on my wrist, and I can already tell that this is going to haunt him. Pulling out of the parking lot with practiced ease, I reach over, setting my hand on top of his and squeezing gently. Then it hits me.

I admitted to loving him. Only in my head, but…

Holy shit. I love him.

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy smut

[sanctaignorantia]

My theory about Fragile taking care of Lou.

I keep comparing Fragile's situation to Cliff's because I think it's an obvious thing to do and it's Kojima's intention, but I can't tell if he's being obvious here or if he's set up the whole situation so that we think it's going to be so obvious… anyway, I've only just met him [with Death Stranding] so I don't know how his mind works when it comes to announcing a game sequel.

But let's start… that whole Fragile sequence with Lou can't be the "beginning of the game". Firstly, because in the second trailer she shows no trace of remorse, sadness or grief in the way she talks to Sam. So I think that the Fragile in trailer 2 may well be the Fragile at the beginning of the game, but that whole scene of her with Lou in trailer 1 is not.

That sequence in trailer 1 is simply "save Lou" in a place where probably only Fragile will have access and come with me, because if Kojima is crazy I'm worse.

Let's pretend that we've found "some truth" about Lou, after all she communicates through her pod, but Lou is somewhere that only Fragile has access to due to her DOOMs level that gives the ability to teleport. Or we could say that some event similar to Cliff's supercell will take place, but that only Fragile will have access or Fragile will volunteer to go. So technically it will be the "minigame with Fragile" in the same way as with Sam in DS1.

While we play with Sam to "defeat" Cliff in that event, we have Cliff on the other side looking for his BB. So here with Fragile it's no different, it's us now who want our BB back, and as with Cliff, we'll have someone to cause us trouble and that trouble is Lou's death every time we try to save her in this "dimension".

So I imagine it would be a game mode where the objective would be: "protect Lou", "escape with Lou", "prevent such a thing from killing Lou", but we will always lose…

Sam: Something he said. "You don't know a goddamn thing about Lou." Fragile: Alright, Sam. Let's see what we can find on Lou.

Higgs: If you want answers, you're gonna have to find 'em yourself. But... the ones you do find-- well that pain you nurse... will only get worse. Sam the man... in the dark. About everything.

And then something else comes to mind. Sam was absorbed by the supercell and was fighting his own father who was trying to get his son back, which was us. So the whole situation was set up to make us believe that Cliff was the bad guy, when in fact it wasn't quite like that. The truth that is revealed to us at the end is painful and shocking, so I think the truth that will be revealed at the end about Lou will carry the same impact, Higgs talks about it in the second trailer obviously.

So I don't think it's for nothing that the first trailer is set up with Higgs singing the same song that Cliff sang, and with Fragile having the same reaction that Cliff had, I think it makes a lot more sense to me now in a way of saying "look what's happening here is the same thing that happened to Cliff, give me my BB back!".

Now there's something else that's always made me wonder, and I have no idea if Kojima has ever commented on it or what. It's about the astronaut keychain and the doubt as to if Lou's pod is the same pod that Sam wore as a baby.

(I think there's something in the game about this keyring, but I can't remember, I think it was Igor's brother who gave it to him as a present, something like that? I don't remember.)

But it doesn't stop there, because after we meet Cliff for the last time and he gives us his army chain, it ends up in the pod too, and we know how powerful a connection object is in the game.

And well… I don't remember seeing any astronauts or army chains in the first DS2 trailer, it just focuses on dream filters, something to do with Amelie and nothing about Cliff.

And in the second trailer, when the pod appears, it doesn't have a keyring either… so I could say that it's just a joke by Kojima or if it could be something real (but I confess that realizing that Sam hasn't kept anything of Cliff's is a bit painful).

So that's it for now, it's Friday and then I can relax my mind, be crazy and theorize...

#about death stranding #death stranding #death stranding 2 on the beach #sam porter bridges #sam porter #sam bridges #fragile #lou #louise #clifford unger #cliff #higgs monaghan

[devildom-drabbles]

Hi! I started reading some of your stories and I would like to make a request! Mc confessed their affections to Mammon and being a flustered mess, Mammon accidentally turns them down harshly. Afterwards Mc out of heartbreak won’t talk to Mammon. time goes by and Mc becomes friends with Mammon again but likes Lucifer after Lucifer was there for Mc during the heartbreak. A couple of years goes by and Mammon is at the wedding wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t been such a flustered mess. (If you need more context please feel free to message me!)

Oof, what a heart-wrenching scenario... 😭 I apologize for the delay in responding to this, as I really wanted to make sure I felt good with how this came out. Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!

Story - No Next Time

Main Characters: Mammon and MC Other Character: Lucifer Word Count: ~1.7k Warnings: Angst and swearing

Since the beginning of the ceremony, Mammon’s gaze never left MC.  He studied every detail of their appearance, from the way their white attire and accessories adorned their body to how their eyes crinkled as they grinned wider than they ever had before.  They were perfect.  No, they were always perfect to Mammon.  Rather, on this momentous occasion, they seemed to shine brighter than usual, as if to remind him of his new permanent place in their life.  

When MC reached out their hand in his direction, Mammon’s fingers twitched at his side, eager to accept their hand into his own.  But alas, another demon was given the honor of holding it.  Mammon unconsciously balled his hand into a fist as his eyes trailed over to the recipient, the one wearing pristine white garments that complimented MC’s:  his older brother Lucifer.  The happy couple looked at each other like they were the only two beings in existence—in their own love-filled little world—while Mammon stood off to the side with the rest of his younger brothers.  In order to prevent himself from making a scene on this special day, Mammon briefly tore his attention away from the pair to stare at his feet, his nearly-crumbling expression reflecting in his polished black shoes.

How did it turn out this way?

“I like you, Mammon.”

MC spoke those words so sincerely—a confession straight from the heart despite their nerves.  A gentle blush caressed their cheeks as they did their best to keep steady eye contact with him.

“Wh-What the hell are ya sayin’?!”

Mammon’s response shot out like ridicule because of his nerves.  He was caught off-guard by MC’s declaration, making his face flush more than theirs and his eyes dart away from them.  This was a dream come true for him, but it was all too sudden.  His heart was pounding harder than all of the times he’d run for his life from debt collectors; his head was spinning like an excited kid on a teacups ride; and his stomach was ready to burst out an army of butterflies.  He wanted to tell them that he felt the same way toward them—that he liked them for the longest time but never knew how to vocalize it.  Instead, his flustered state in that moment rendered him unable to think straight, so he ended up blurting out what sounded like the complete opposite of what he wanted:

“Are ya serious?  I mean, a human like you, in love with the Great Mammon?  I won’t accept just anyone as my partner, ya know!”

The hope in MC’s expression faded away.  “...Oh.”

No, no, that wasn’t right, Mammon realized.  He had to fix this, fast!  “Er, uh, well, I deserve the best, yeah?  So, when I think about you and our time together, it only makes sense that we—”

“I get it, Mammon.  You’re not interested.  Just stop.”

MC turned away to leave the room, but Mammon managed to grab their arm before they could.

“W-Wait, MC, that’s not—”

“I said, ‘stop!’”  Tears pricked at the corners of MC’s eyes when they glared back at the demon.  “Please...  You’ve told me enough.”

The pain evident in the human’s face was contagious, squeezing the life out of Mammon’s whole body.  He couldn’t maintain his grip on their arm when they roughly pulled away from him, nor could he utter a single word that would help to clear their misunderstanding.  He could only stare blankly ahead until MC’s figure was no longer in view.

“...It only makes sense that we be together, because you’re the best to me, MC...  Dammit.  DAMMIT!  Why didn’t I just say that?!”

Mammon knew he screwed up, and after spending a bit of time sulking and beating himself up for what he said to MC, he was determined to rectify the situation.  However, MC wanted nothing to do with him.  They blatantly avoided him for weeks, refusing to speak to him in person or over the phone and spending more time with others so that he had almost no chance to approach them alone.  This created tension whenever the two of them happened to be in the same room together, and Mammon was getting tired of his brothers’ comments about “how terrible” and “how much of an idiot” he was toward MC.  He didn’t want this to continue, but the human wasn’t making it easy for him to fix things.  It reached a point where he missed their company so much that he didn’t even care if they never forgave him—he just wanted them to look at him, to respond to him with their voice, to act like he existed again.

Then one day, the silent treatment came to an end.

“Y-You forgive me?!”

“For turning me down, yes.”

“And for what I said, too, right?  ‘Cause I really didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine, Mammon.  You don’t have to explain yourself.  I freaked you out with my confession, so your response came out harsher than you intended.  Lucifer helped me understand that.”

“Lucifer...?”

“Yeah, he’s been a big help while I’ve been sorting out my feelings.  And I want to apologize, too, for not giving you the chance to tell me that yourself and for just ignoring you all the time instead.  Can we...be friends again?  I miss hanging out with you.”

“...Yeah.  Sounds good.  Let’s do that.”

Except, Mammon didn’t want to be friends—he wanted to be more.  MC had given him the chance to take that next step in their relationship, but he blew it.  He needed to rebuild what they had lost after that “rejection,” so starting with being friends again was the best way to do that.  Then, once the two of them were closer, he’d confess his true feelings for them.   

Next time, for sure, he’d get it right.

A few months later, Mammon stood nervously in front of MC’s bedroom door with a single plastic wrapped flower, tied with a ribbon in the human’s favorite color, hidden behind him.  This was it.  He was going to tell MC he loved them without any mistakes or misinterpretations.  Nothing was going to mess this up for him.  A deep breath and a knock on the door summoned the human in front of him, dressed in nice clothes that caused an unconscious “wow” to escape the demon’s lips.  They giggled while he cleared his throat out of embarrassment.

“It’s a great outfit, right?”

“I-It ain’t half bad.  But what are ya all dressed up for anyway?  It looks like you’re ready for a date!”

“I am, actually.”

Mammon almost dropped the flower.  “Wh-What?!  But who—”

MC’s phone went off, signaling that they received a text.  A giddy smile slowly stretched across the human’s face as they read over the message, and although such a sight would normally make Mammon’s heart do backflips, it sank deep into the pit of his stomach from knowing that he wasn’t the reason for their joy.  When they moved to tuck their phone away, Mammon noticed Lucifer’s name at the top of the screen.

“Sorry, I have to get going now.  Let’s talk later, OK?”

And with that, MC hurried toward the entrance hall of the house, leaving Mammon behind to deal with his messy feelings for a second time.

Lucifer...  He had been spending more time with MC than usual lately, but Mammon figured it was related to the RAD student exchange program.  And when he thought about it, MC had been mentioning Lucifer often in a positive manner during their conversations, including how he was “much kinder than he seemed.”  Mammon cursed himself for not paying more attention to what the two of them were doing alone together in favor of focusing on his own plans to strengthen his bond with MC.  But surely they’d come back from this date and tell Mammon all about how boring Lucifer was and how they would’ve much rather done something with him that evening.  Then, he’d have his chance to make his move.

That chance never came.  MC had a great time with Lucifer that night and the dates that followed, and soon enough, they made their relationship known to everyone.  Whenever the two of them were together, it was clear to Mammon how in love they were, how they brought out the best in each other, and how they were happier than they’d ever been before.  He couldn’t deny that Lucifer treated MC right.

But he could treat MC better.  He was sure of it.  

MC just needed to see the meaning behind the gifts Mammon gave them, the hangouts he planned for them, his recollection of all their favorite things, and his willingness to always put them first.  He was confident that his actions would greatly make up for where his words failed him, that everything he did would shout “I love you” loud and clear.

It wasn’t until MC announced their engagement with Lucifer that Mammon realized the foolishness of that belief.  He should’ve said those three words out loud a long time ago, directly to them, so they’d know exactly how he truly felt.

Now, MC was across from Lucifer to exchange wedding vows, unaware of the trembling stance of the other demon nearby who loved them first.

It should’ve been me, Mammon thought.

It should’ve been him in Lucifer’s place right now.  He should be the one preparing to spend the rest of MC’s life with them.  He should be receiving affection from the human more precious to him than all the money in existence, and even giving them his overflowing love in return.

But it was too late.  Mammon couldn’t change the past.  And as much as he wanted to cry his objections in the middle of the wedding ceremony, he wanted his brother and the human he held dear to be happy.  And if they were happiest together, then so be it.  He’d congratulate them afterwards with a smile so bright, no one would suspect the pain and regret buried deep behind it.

#ask response #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #short story #angst

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi! May I request a Marilyn Thornhill x Fem!Reader? One where reader is also a teacher at Nevermore, and is a winged creature with feathered wings like Maleficent’s. Marilyn and reader hate each other. (Most of it is just reader hating on the redhead because she’s too beamy and cheery, but Marilyn tries to get along with her despite the circumstance. Kind of like a Grumpy x Sunshine/Enemies to Lovers trope). (Marilyn just plays along with hating reader back, but actually feeling the opposite).

Marilyn and reader always have their little banters, mostly it was something about Marilyn that irked reader. (Saying insults that could make anyone cry, but not Marilyn). And sometimes Marilyn would come back with a snide comment of her own. They can’t get on the same page with one another. But Marilyn wonders why reader hates her with a passion.

A back and forth between the two that everyone thought was entertaining because there was tension between them. (You can write the scenes of the banters and arguments, please make a scene where they banter in front of students and the kids “ooohh” at their comments towards one another.)

One scene, the two of them were in Larissa’s office, enjoying an afternoon with the principal. Marilyn and reader argue about something and it turns into a childish banter. But this time reader took it really far, she said something so cruel, that it made Marilyn storm out of Larissa’s office, crying. Larissa scolds her because of it, she tells reader to apologize to Marilyn and that the redhead had been nothing but kind and friendly towards her. Reader shrugs it off, like it was nothing. But really, she was guilty and she regrets what she said.

At dinner, students notice that they weren’t the same as before, the tension was different and they were avoiding each other.

Later that night, reader heads to Marilyn’s conservatory but the redhead shoos her away, saying that if she’s just there to. And she doesn’t leave and apologizes. But while she’s in the middle of apologizing, Marilyn suddenly asks why does reader hate her so much and asks if she’s done or said anything wrong in the past. And reader says she hadn’t done anything of the sort.

An angry love confession is heard from reader, she hates Marilyn because she gets this stupid feeling in her stomach at the sound of her name, whenever she sees her, and whenever she talks to her. And she thought that it was loathe, but really it was something else. Love.

Marilyn tells reader that she’d been trying to get along with her back then because she wants reader to like her. Not just see her as this normie. And she also says that reader’s wings are beautiful and that she loves seeing reader stretch them out because she feels that she can only see the true “her” when she’s flying and letting loose.

Please make the ending fluffy, I beg of you. <33

Thankssss so muchhh!!

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes

I think I don't hate you

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, reader has wings

Word count: 3,829

Summary: You hate her, is that what you think. One night you will discover that you were absolutely wrong….

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You landed on one of the rooftops of Nevermore. If you didn't spend part of your time flying freely, you'd die of boredom. Your wings allowed you to be free, to cross the skies. You have never been so comfortable in a job. At least there were people there much stranger than you. You went down to the ground and found the perfect victim to give her a good scare.

“Hey! Watch out!” You yelled, causing that woman to move away abruptly.

You landed right next to her. You enjoyed seeing those horrified eyes and the way she was holding the papers she was carrying, preventing them from flying out.

You didn't do it accidentally. You did it on purpose. You loved driving that woman crazy. Your co-worker, Marilyn Thornhill, was a good, innocent woman, and you hated her for it. She had never done anything to you. What's more, she always treated you in a tender and pleasant way. That was precisely what caused you some anger. She seemed stupid to you, silly.

From the first day, you got along badly. You would throw nasty comments at her whenever you could and she would respond with a stupid smile on her stupid face. It was as if anything you said didn’t affect her in the slightest. That gave you the idea to continue with your irrational hatred, to see how far her patience would go.

“Be more careful next time, will you?” She told you, trying to maintain her dignity after that gust of air.

“I have warned you,” you answered hiding your wings again.

“What a coincidence that you always go down when I'm walking,” she told you, putting on her glasses in a comical way.

“Well, yes, a terrible coincidence,” you said ironically. “Anyway, see you, Marlene.”

“My name is Marilyn! Marilyn!” She yelled at you when you were already moving away.

“Whatever…” You said making a gesture of indifference with your hand. You smiled wickedly. You knew exactly what her name was.

 That situation amused you. She pretended to hate you too but she couldn't. You didn't believe her when she returned you one of your sarcastic comments.

The days passed between jokes and absurd discussions. You got angry about anything, any excuse was a good one to argue. You found it pleasurable, your arguments were always convincing, and she always got tired of them.

You were correcting tests in your class when there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You asked, seeing a man dressed with work clothes.

“Hi, I'm looking for...” He said, looking at the sticker on the package he was holding. “Marilyn Thornhill.”

You rolled your eyes and snorted. It seemed as if that woman followed you everywhere.

“She is not here, try at the psychiatric hospital,” you said joking. The delivery man's face was to frame. “Just kidding, leave it to me.”

The man cautiously put the package down on the table and you signed the receipt. It was a perfect excuse to continue with your game of "let's see how long it takes that redhead to collapse." You picked up the package and shook it, trying to figure out what was inside.

“Bah, what difference does it make?” You said, opening a drawer and taking out a letter opener.

You tore the paper that wrapped the package and opened it without the slightest regret. You were very disappointed.

“Seeds? What a boring woman,” you said, looking at the bags that were inside. You looked at your watch and realized that at that time Marilyn was teaching class. It was the perfect moment to attack again. You knew her routines perfectly. You certainly never stopped to think why you knew all those things, why you knew all of her steps, all of her routine. Surely you wanted to plan your pranks well, surely…

You took the box and left your class with a smile from ear to ear. You walked calmly to the patio, thinking about how you could take advantage of that package to upset Marilyn. When you were outside, you spread your wings and took flight. Any situation was good to be in the air.

You reached the conservatory and perched on the roof, watching the redhead teach class. One of the students noticed your presence and they all followed him, laughing. Marilyn had to interrupt her speech about poisonous plants and she turned to look up at where you were lying.

The redhead shook her head and said something to you, pointing to the ground, but you couldn't hear what. You just waved your hand in greeting, with a mocking smile.

“Come down from there!” Marilyn yelled, visibly angry.

You obeyed and gracefully descended, entering through the door.

“A package for Marlene,” you said, holding out the box to her. Shy laughter was heard behind you.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)? Can't you see I'm teaching class?” She answered you furiously, grabbing the box abruptly.

“Oh, that's what you did? I was thinking of calling the police, because it seemed to me that you were killing your students with boredom,” you said sarcastically.

“Oooooh,” The students murmured, in a defiant tone. Marilyn had a face that ranged from embarrassed to angry.

“There's room in the back if you want. There are never enough immature teenagers on my class,” she answered ironically, crossing her arms.

“Uuuuuh,” The murmurs continued.

“Silence!” The redhead yelled, enraged.

“That’s it, silence. With all that noise there is no one who sleeps,” you said pretending to yawn.

“Get out,” Marilyn said through clenched teeth. “Get out, get out, get out!” She repeated as she pushed you towards the door.

“Hey, be careful with my wings, they are worth much more than any of your dresses,” You joked, preventing her from moving you.

Marilyn growled and pushed harder, forcing you out. She slammed the door shut and you stuck out your tongue in a mocking manner, causing her face to turn red with anger.

Another master move. Every time you noticed that your jokes and outbursts began to drive her out of her mind.

A week later, things were still the same. Your pranks and crash landings had several collateral victims. Some of the pots that Marilyn was carrying in her arms smashed to the ground. She was probably tired of your actions, and she hardly bothered to answer you anymore.

At first she tried to ignore those things, even she pretended they never happened. She was still nice, she was still trying to hold a conversation with you. She gave the impression that she was doing it desperately. That made you hate her even more. You hated people who allowed themselves to be insulted, who ignored that kind of nonsense hatred.

Classes had already finished and your free time was waiting impatiently for you. On Fridays there wasn't much time to fly. You always went to Larissa's office to have a glass of wine and talk about trivial and unimportant matters. You liked those meetings.

“Fill the glass, Rissa, today has been a hard day,” you said, extending the container towards the principal. She laughed and emptied the bottle.

“Fridays are always hard,” she answered, taking her own glass to her lips.

You nodded, taking a sip of wine. You looked at the small table that was in front of the armchairs and you discovered a detail that caught your attention.

“Three glasses?” You asked.

“Oh, I've invited Marilyn to join us, she told me that I was going through a hard time. I hope you don't mind,” Larissa said, with a fake smile. Everyone at Nevermore was aware of the tension between the two of you.

“What?” You said, spitting out some wine.

“Come on, come on, don't be like that. Marilyn is having a hard time and I think we should support her.”

“A hard time? What?” You asked wiping your mouth.

“Yes, (Y/N). Ever since she came to Nevermore, she has been somehow isolated from the other teachers. They don't like that she is normie. You know, the old prejudices strike again.”

“It's not because she's normi, Larissa. That woman is just unbearable,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N). I have rarely met a woman as good as her. I wish we were all a bit like her,” Your boss replied, without raising her tone of voice.

You were going to answer, but someone knocked on the door.

“Sorry… can I come in?” Marilyn asked shyly.

“Of course, Marilyn. I hope you like red wine. This is brought to me directly from a Spanish winery,” Weems said kindly.

The redhead nodded, putting on her glasses, and she slowly approached when she saw you.

“Hello, (Y/N),” she said coldly.

“What's up?” You whispered, putting on your best disgusted face.

The redhead sat next to you and you moved a little to get away from her. Larissa ignored your movements and poured some wine into the empty glass.

“Oh, don't fill it up too much. I don't usually drink,” Marilyn said, putting her hand over the glass. Larissa nodded slightly. You laughed a little. “What makes you so funny, (Y/N)?”

“Nothing. I'm surprised you don't drink. If I were you, I would be raising my elbow all day long,” you answered raising your eyebrows. She snorted and looked at you indignantly.

“And why is that?” She asked ironically.

“Well, to begin with...”

“It's okay, ladies, it's okay. Let's calm down a bit, huh? This is a meeting to talk about our things, not to mess around with each other. Marilyn, tell us something about your life.”

“My life?” the redhead asked, moving a little away from you as well.

“Yes, there are no secrets here. Don't worry, we're between friends, right, (Y/N)?”

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, looking at your glass with disinterest.

“My life is quite boring,” she said smiling kindly. You agreed.

“I’m sure this isn't true. Tell us, is there someone who has the heart of Marilyn Thornhill?” Larissa asked, moving closer to pretend it was a confidential conversation.

“The truth is that there is no one,” she answered, with a slightly melancholic tone. “When you offered me the job, I was dying to get out of my old life. My girlfriend, Cindy, had been cheating on me for over a year. I caught her... In the act,” she commented. You frowned and pretended not to be listening carefully.

“That's horrible, Marilyn, I'm so sorry,” Larissa said, resting a hand on the redhead's knee.

“It’s fine, I always have my plants. With them it is impossible to feel alone,” Marilyn said.

You don't know why, but seeing Larissa getting so close to the redhead made an unpleasant feeling appear in your stomach. You were fed up with that game of “forced integration”. You didn't feel comfortable with her presence, and what little patience you had had run out. You laughed outright.

“Did I say something funny to you, (Y/N)?” Marilyn asked, obviously annoyed.

“People cannot be replaced by plants,” you said, looking at your glass and taking one last drink.

“It's normal for someone like you to not being able to understand it,” she said. Larissa said nothing, she just looked over her own glass.

“Do not speak without knowing, redhead. My girlfriend left me too and I'm not feeling sorry for the corners,” you said.

“I wonder why she left you.”

“What do you know. You have no idea of anything,” you said raising your tone a bit. Larissa was still silent.

“I suppose that being so young it won't be hard for you to find a poor girl who is capable of putting up with you,” Marilyn said, really hurt by your comment.

“Thanks for the compliment. I was going to say the exact same thing. Only changing the "it won’t be had to you" for "it is impossible"”

“What did you just say?” She asked, getting up from the chair. You laughed again, leaving the empty glass on the table.

“Please, Marilyn. Look at you. You are a pathetic woman desperately looking for affection. Your kindness is so extreme that it is even disgusting. Now you can go marrying a flower, because I doubt that anyone wants to waste time with a forty-year-old woman as ridiculous as you.”

The words came out of your mouth automatically. Normally your jokes didn't go that far. You always kept sanity in your words. Not that time. That time you crossed the line and her bright eyes and heavy breathing told you that you had gone too far.

The redhead shook her head and left the room as tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

“But what's wrong with you?” Larissa told you, enraged. “Why did you say that?”

“Because it's what I think,” you answered, pretending to be insensitive. Deep down you knew you were wrong, but you were not going to admit it.

“I can't believe it, (Y/N). How could you hurt poor Marilyn's feelings like that?”

“We're always like this, it's just a joke,” you said, filling your glass again.

“No, (Y/N). I've been watching the shows you put on at school for months. And this doesn't look like anything,” Weems said, taking the bottle from your hand.

“The truths hurt,” you said frowning.

“You know as well as me that it is not true. Marilyn is a lovely, kind and sincere woman. She always has a smile for everyone, including you. I've never seen her treat you badly, and you've been making her life miserable ever since you got here.

“Oh… It's about that,” you crooned looking up. “If you like her so much, run to comfort her, I'm sure she'll thank you. But don't make this little scene if you want to flirt with her. I do not want to know anything about your stuff.”

“How wrong you are, (Y/N),” Larissa said, narrowing her eyes. “Do you know what I think? I think you're the one who has feelings for her, but you're such a coward that instead of being honest with your feelings, you dedicate yourself to torturing her, blaming her for what you feel.”

You laughed outrageously at that statement.

“Don't talk nonsense,” you said, laughing exaggeratedly.

A part of you was hurt by that comment. She wasn't right. She couldn't be right.

“You have been very cruel, (Y/N),” Larissa reproached you to, which you shrugged.

That night her dining room was less crowded than usual. Many of the students and teachers returned home for the weekend. You liked that there was a little more silence, and you also had the opportunity to fraternize a bit with your students.

You took your food and sat at a table next to some students. You were thoughtful, and you didn't realize that the redhead was in front of you. The two of you looked at each other for a moment and Marilyn didn't hesitate to get up and sit at a distant table. The gazes of the teenagers were directed towards you.

“What?” You said, taking a piece of bread.

“Has something happened?” The werewolf asked.

“What?” You asked with your mouth full.

It was obvious that such an attitude was strange. The meals were not exempt from your particular struggle. There were always jokes and sarcasm at those hours. Not that night. There was only sadness and indifference. Marilyn's face was caked with traces of her makeup. She surely had been crying.

When dinner was over, you decided to get some fresh air, and reflect on Larissa's words. She was accusing you of having feelings for Marilyn. You were sure it wasn't like that, or so you thought. Your heart was beating when you were with her. Your stomach turned at the mere hearing of her name. They were feelings of disgust, and your logic thought that's why you hated her. You didn't stop to think about it. You didn't stop to look into her eyes and get lost in them. You avoided it by denying the evidence. It was impossible to deny it. Larissa was right. There was something about Marilyn that you liked, something that made you tremble when you were with her. You thought it was hate, but you were so wrong.

There was light in the old conservatory. Surely she was there, drowning her sorrows between watering cans and fertilizers. The idea of an apology seemed less and less humiliating. With a proud huff, you spread your wings and glided toward the building, positioning yourself in front of the door. She was on her back, watering a pot.

It was best to go in without knocking and when you did, the redhead jumped.

“Go away,” she hissed, pretending not to have been scared. You stood your ground, with a serious look.

“No,” you said dryly, crossing your arms.

“I told you to get out of here,” she said more roughly, pushing you desperately.

“And I've told you that I’m not gonna do it,” you answered, holding one of her wrists so she would stop pushing you. The usual sensations you felt when you were next to her began to form, causing your cheeks to flush involuntarily.

“Ahg…” Marilyn growled, pulling away from you. “What the hell do you want?”

“I have come to…” It was hard for you to pronounce those words.

“To what? Have you come to finish me off? No thanks, I've had enough of your contempt for today.”

You were furious at that accusation, although that was what anyone would think after what had happened.

“No, I've come to tell you that I'm sorry…”

“(Y/N), why do you hate me so much?” She asked, relaxing the tone of her voice and looking at you with pity. “What have I done to make you to treat me like this?”

“I don't…”

“Did I say something wrong? Have I said something that offended you? Or do you just hate me for being normi?”

“What? No, you haven't done anything to me, I…”

“Why, (Y/N)? Damn, why?!” She screamed, spilling more tears down her cheeks.

“Because... Because... Because I like you!” You yelled, causing an uncomfortable silence in that place.

It was a confession, a hasty confession, but you were starting to get nervous and your instincts kicked in.

“Do you like me? Okay, (Y/N), I'd rather you insult me than try to make me believe that you have feelings for me,” she said, laughing ironically.

“It's not a lie! Whenever I see you my heart races, whenever I hear your voice chills run through me. When I'm close to you, my world is another one. I thought it was that I hated you, I thought I just didn't like you, but it was the opposite… I think…I think I love you, Marilyn…”

It was already done. You had confessed your love for her. A love that you just realized existed. She looked at you surprised, and she shook her head, her eyes wide.

“You have a funny way of showing it, (Y/N),” she said softly. You reached out and in a wave of bravery you took her hand, caressing it gently.

“Forgive me please. I didn’t want to harm you. I, I don't think everything I said, just… I just thought there might be something between you and Larissa and I said whatever first came into my head. I’m very sorry,” you said with your head down. Marilyn smiled unexpectedly and took your other hand.

“You know something, (Y/N)? I'm not stupid. I don't let them beat me up on purpose. I just didn't tell you anything because I wanted you to like me. I wanted to get along with you. I was hoping that one day we could be… Well friends… Or even… Well… I don't know. I didn't want when you looked at me you only see the stupid normi that everyone in this academy sees.”

“It's not what I see when I look at you…” You whispered, getting closer.

“And what do you see, (Y/N)?” She murmured, almost brushing her lips against yours.

“I see you,” you said, before kissing her.

It was a passionate, revealing kiss. A kiss that could explain all your mistakes and your feelings. You were sure that you wanted those kisses, that the hatred that you said you felt was not such. It was a much deeper feeling, a better one.

“All set, right?” You asked, earning yourself a light smack on the arm.

“Not yet. I want one thing,” she said, biting her lip.

“What do you want?” You asked with a suggestive tone.

“Your wings. Show them to me, please.”

You shrugged a little frustrated, and displayed them in all their glory. The redhead looked at them stunned.

“I always liked them. They are beautiful,” she said, caressing them gently. “I always leave school when I know you're flying. I like to see you fly. I think it's the only moment that makes you feel free... I wish I could do the same.”

You smiled and raised your eyebrows, blushing at her compliment.

“Well, I think that's okay,” you said enthusiastically, taking her hand and dragging her to the door.

“What are you doing?” She asked laughing, stopping you.

You didn't answer, you just took her in your arms, catching her off guard. You started to run, beginning to move your wings.

“(Y/N)!” She yelled in panic, clinging to you tightly.

“Didn't you want to fly? Well, we're going to fly,” she said, while your feet rose from the ground.

“No, I don't like heights!” The redhead yelled.

“Don't worry, I'm not going to let you go,” you said, climbing up to reach the roofs of the academy. She screamed, but at the same time you saw a certain excitement on her eyes.

After a few minutes flying across the rooftops, you reached the highest tower and delicately landed, lowering Marilyn to the ground.

“My goodness, (Y/N), what a trip,” she said, visibly excited. You smiled

“That's not the best of all, look,” you said, turning her around.

The sky was totally starry. The view was beautiful and you knew it.

“It's amazing…” She sighed.

You came up behind and hugged her waist, resting your head on her shoulder.

“You know what?” You asked, brushing the hair off her neck. “That Cindy had no idea what she was missing.” She sighed and caressed your hands.

“I want us to try it, (Y/N), if you agree,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off the nightscape.

“There's only one problem…” You whispered, putting yourself in front of her. Her gaze changed to one of concern.

“Which one? Is it because of my age?”

“What? No,” you said, taking that idea out of her head. “I won't be able to mess with you again. I had a lot of fun.”

 She laughed and shook her head, caressing your cheek.

“I think we're going to be very happy, (Y/N).”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #ms thornhill #laurel gates #oneshot

[kynrki]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY!

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it was saturday. thee saturday. the saturday yniki were finally gonna perform together for the first time ever. you were on your nerves, stressing wether you’d mess up or not, or if you’d slip and fall and embarrass yourself. your thoughts ran wild, but was soon interrupted when niki placed a kiss on your cheek.

“huh?” you said blushing at the boy who was gripping your arms infront of you. “dont worry, we’ll do so good, or as you say, slay.” he laughed as you also laughed. you hugged him. the boy was shocked. he didn’t expect you to make first contact because its always been him. “thank you, for everything, if it wasnt for this dance, we would’ve never met.” you said as you looked up at him and smiled. boy how he could get lost in your eyes. the way they sparkle whenever you talked about something you were interested in, wether it was genshin or songs.

unbeknownst to you too, jake and jay stood far away, watching this whole scene unfold in front of their eyes. “ahh young love” jay said. “wonder when they’ll start dating” jake said looking at the too, who he’d admit, was very cute. “im hoping its soon, you can tell her really likes her.” jay said turning to jake as they prepared to go get done. “i hope so too.” jake mumbled in thought, something felt off about tonight for him, very off..

after getting off stage, you watched as niki hurriedly went to the changing room. you wondered why but payed not mind to it. you continued to your changing room where all the girls congratulated you, except for kokomi. plus, na-rae was gone..

meanwhile in nikis dress room, stood the girl. na-rae gave niki the flowers as she wished him luck on confessing his love for you. yes, na-rae helped him with everything, because she only wanted the best for yn. she always saw her as a younger sister. “you got this okay.” na-rae said as she patted his back. “dont doubt yourself.” she finished as she walked out the room to him being in his thoughts alone for a while. he took a deep breath in, and out, before the door opened up.

“niki!! its nice seeing you here.” ye-seo said smirking as she walked closer to the boy. “what do you want?” the boy asked annoyed. “you” she answered as she stood in front of him. “go away, ye-seo, im not letting you ruin my chances with someone again.” niki said as he rolled his eyes. “oh? well too bad” she said as she fixed his suit and leaned in to him. before he could protest, they heard something fall by the door. there stood yn, looking agape at the situation as tears started to form in her eyes. niki looked as her shocked, and before he could say anything, she ran away, wiping her tears. niki groaned in annoyance.

“what the fuck is wrong with you.” niki said frustratedly. this wasnt the first time she had sabotaged his love life. she was utterly obsessed with him, so if she cant have him, nobody can. ye-seo smirked and started walking back “i jus claimed whats mine” she said innocently. “i asked you, what the fuck is wrong with you.” niki said as he gripped her arm to prevent her from moving. she stared at the boy in surprise. she’s never seen him this angry before, it kind of scared her. “i-i-i-i- you know i love you so i cant let anyone-“ she stuttered as she tried to remove herself from his grip. he didn’t budge. “you love me?” the boy scoffed and let go of her arm. “you just fucked up the chance i had to make her mine, the chance i had to have the girl of my dreams and all you have to say is you love me?” niki said as he sat down with his hands on his head. “get out. and don’t interfere with my or yn’s life again, you hear me?” niki said looking at her seriously. “y-yes” ye-seo said as she ran out of the room. “fuck” niki whispered to himself, deciding to look for yn, hoping she didnt get the wrong idea.

you ran and ran and ran as the tears fell from your eyes. you thought he liked you? maybe it was all a game once again. how’d you even let yourself fall for a stupid trick once again? how dumb could you be. “yn?” kaikno said as she walked out of the room. “baby, whats wrong?” she said as she saw you crying. you ran into her arms and sobbed. you explained everything and boy was she mad. she actually liked niki, she thought he was perfect for her. “you’ll be okay, i promise bub.” kaikno said feeling bad for her friend. this was the second time this had happened.

he found kaikno sitting with yn at the end of the hall and ran up to them. he felt relieved seeing the girl doing okay. “what the fuck are you doing here?” kaikno said angrily. he frowned. “i promise it wasnt what it looked like, she-“ niki said before getting interrupted. “fuck you, dont ever think about contacting yn again, understood?” kaikno said as she stood up with you still in her arms. niki’s mouth went open. he fucked up big time, and he knew nothing was gonna fix it.

tears started forming in the boys eyes as he saw his girl, his love, walking away with tear stained cheeks. his heart ached, but he couldn’t do anything but walk away in defeat.

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A/N — naw fuck ye-seo and niki😡

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PAIRING — idol!Nishimura Riki x shy!idol!fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — y/n has never been in love. craving the feeling to feel special and worthy to someone, she dreams about falling in love and having someone love her back. what happens when she bumps into a cute boy, and doesn’t realise he’s under the same company. not to mention he finds her cute too. but as they all say, love is (not) easy!

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML What if:

(What if Felix never existed?)

As a result of the poll, I decided to make an AU about Felix. So no Felix.

-For the most part,the first two seasons don’t change at all.

-So how does the episode Felix Play out without Felix?

-The intro is the same, with Gabriel about to tell Adrien only for him to say the thing about Nathalie, throwing Gabriel off.

-With no Felix, the only person visiting is Amelie. Who asks about the rings but doesn’t get much farther than that.

-Adrien’s friends make the video, and without Felix doing the impersonation. Adrien gets to see all the videos. Including Marinette’s.

-With Amelie there, Gabriel is still a bit on guard but nothing really changes. No akumatization because Felix didn’t meddle.

-Amelie leaves saying she will see them another time.

-Adrien goes and sees his friends, thanking him for the video.

-Now the key difference here is, Adrien did see Marinette’s confession. And we know that Fate usually intervenes to prevent Marinette from confessing. But this time, there is no intervention.

-After puppeteer 2.0 and the statue scene we know Adrien started wondering about Marinette (according to Season 5 episode Determination) which means Marinette’s confession may shake things up more.

-That being said, Adrien probably wouldn’t know how to respond to her feelings, since he also has his crush on ladybug and Kagami also in pursuit.

-So Adrien asks to talk with Marinette. He explains that he saw her video and he is glad she thinks so much of him. And as for her feelings, he needs to sort out his own feelings. And he appologizes he can’t give her a straight answer right now.

-Marinette would be a bit sad by this, but it’s not a no. She mumbles a response that she understands and won’t put him on the spot. Something He appreciates. As Kagami is doing the opposite.

-This leads into Loveater/ heart Hunter.

-Which has Marinette now a bit more emotional and uncertain, since she did put her feelings out to Adrien

-She still had to help with the catering and Luka gives her a lift.

-Kagami, Adrien and Marinette shenanigans ensues but this time with a bit more tension, as Kagami and Marinette have expressed interest in Adrien.

-Adrien is now very split, and is unsure of which way to lean. Go for Kagami or Marinette. But they still have fun like in canon.

-Andre senses the tension and does not help at all.

-Leading to Kagami being assertive and putting Adrien on the spot. Having him decide the ice cream. Instead of deferring to Marinette.

-Adrien unsure of what to say. Marinette noticed he was uncomfortable and simply says she needs to head back and to enjoy the ice cream without her.

-Kagami doesn’t go after Marinette, because she sees that Marinette was making the choice. She did feel bad… and then realized Adrien went after her.

-Kagami told Andre that she would be back and left to go check.

-Adrien says that they can come help her. But Marinette says she doesn’t need the help. Adrien insists.

-Marinette says that she wants him to be happy with the girl he loves, like the one he mentioned. That it’s okay. But Adrien says that girl isn’t Kagami.

-“She doesn’t love me back.”

-That was a surprise, Adrien confesses that the girl he talked about, she didn’t feel the same way and that she made it clear. That… that he’s okay with it. He wasn’t at first, but he realized that he grew beyond those feelings.

-Marinette asks who the girl was that turned him down.

-“You wouldn’t know her… I’m not even sure I know her.”

-Kagami had stopped and overheard what he was saying. And it was heartbreaking.

-Kagami runs off heading back to that party.

-Only for her to get caught by Loveater.

-Marinette sees the sorrow on Adrien’s face, he could see that right now, Adrien needed more time to process his feelings.

-“You don’t need to reciprocate feelings if you aren’t ready to deal with them. I don’t think I or Kagami would want you to move forward if you aren’t ready to. Your feelings matter.”

-That plucked something for Adrien. Hearing Marinette say that did help shake something loose. But the moment couldn’t be capitalized on since heart Hunter showed up!

-Marinette and Adrien barely escape and transform.

-Not as emotionally devastated as she was in canon. But still not thinking as clearly.

-Marinette summons her lucky charm and she realizes she needs help from Fu.

- Marinette forgot to detransform.

-But, Ladybug did pick Chloe for back up, since Ladybug’s mine was in a different set.

-Fu still got captured by Hawkmoth and Mayura.

-Hawkmoth realizes he knows none of the kwami names and thus can’t command them. And since he doesn’t have Chloe to exploit, since she was picked by Ladybug, Hawkmoth needed a new plan.

(Part 1)

#ml #ml what if #no Felix AU #ml au #alt Felix #alt loveater

[lunarreverb]

Tonight in Durge adventures

I took one last long rest after telling little butler gremlin ass Sceleritas Fel that I wasn’t gonna kill Isobel, but before heading up to polish off Ketheric Thorm. So of course, Scoobity Doo Fellow stopped by my camp to telegraph very plainly that I was gonna try to kill Gale. It occurs to me now to wonder if it’s actually possible to kill your SO or if they always catch you and stop you? Would it have been a game over to successfully kill Gale due to orb reasons, or does the cantrip-ification of the orb prevent that from being an automatic big boom?

Anyway not important because of COURSE I woke Gale and confessed everything up and got cutely hogtied for the night. I love that I got the bonus for my saving rolls from an elixir of heroism. My girl is putting in heroic effort not to be not a force of malevolence!

Without too many specific spoilers, I think I have the basic idea of what Durge’s deal is now - Durge is a bhaalspawn. I don’t know specifically what a bhaalspawn is - is it a construct? Descendant? Very cursed acololyte? Of the murder god? But whatever, Durge is made for murders and for serving Bhaal, and I guess got sent to the nautiloid to get the artifact, and something went haywire? I don’t know what went awry, but I’m laughing because I’ve been playing my Durge as perfectly moral and as sweet as I can. So, she’s really the opposite of the ‘died and came back wrong’ trope. My Durge died(?) and came back… not as bad as she could have!

I understand that Durge was originally the only custom character option. And goddamn, am I glad we have Tav as a unmurdery alternative, but I’m also glad that the Durge route isn’t ALL Alfiras and inescapable compulsory atrocities, all the time. While the setup and the quest line for Durge sure give you wink and nudge reasons to just give in and make them your ~evil~ playthrough, I have honestly not felt seriously penalized or pressured for playing it good. Which is surprising, and nice!

The other other OTHER interesting thing about being a Gale-mancing Durge is that, in the Weave lovemaking scene, it looks like she has a relatively normal kind of soul? I’m pretty sure Durge gets a slayer form, like the kind Orin has, but I take it that’s not what she IS. If I’m not reading too much into the abstract symbolism of Durge and Gale magically bonking each other in inner outer space, anyway.

Anyway it should be fun to get to Act 3. I keep hearing that Gortash is a HUGE Durge simp and it sounds funny as hell.

#lunar plays Baldur’s Gate 3 #Baldur’s Gate 3 spoilers #BG3 spoilers #spoilers

[forabeatofadrum]

Here it is, fic rec friday! I said I was gonna do this! I don’t know if it’ll be a weekly thing, because it depends on whether or not I read fics in a week. Also, to prevent people from being overwhelmed by tags, I don’t think this is going to be a tag challenge, but of course feel free to also make your own post with recs!

Strap in Klainers and Snowbazzians, cause here we go. It’s another long one! Happy reading!

@cerriddwenluna​ wrote Swipe, a funny one-shot about Kurt and Blaine meeting through Tinder. Sort of. Look, it has a tiny plot twist. You have to read it for yourself 👈(ﾟヮﾟ👈).

I read more of Gwen’s stuff! I started Bem Vindo a Portugal, previously known as Klaine in the Netherlands which became Klaine in Portugal. I do not mind, Gwen, and if you ever need more help with Klaine in the Netherlands, please have this: klompen, windmolen, kaas, tulpen, kroketten! Jokes aside, though, I am excited to get to know Portugal. I’ve never been here, but my mum actually visited Lisbon for the first time a few weeks ago and she was very excited.

There are quite some Marta fics I still need to read (goblin!Baz is still somewhere buried in my Likes), but I am going through them! I read The Vampire and the Boy in the Tower and I am speechless. It is so good. Oh my God, Marta created a wonderful universe with a lot of angst, but also hope.

I still have Klaine Advent fics to catch up on, and I read @snarkyhag‘s WIP. I... don’t really know how to link it, since there isn’t a masterpost or a separate Tumblr tag or an AO3 entry yet, so for now, have the Klaine Advent 2022 tag! Yay, Klaine and Samcedes!

Another cute story is Tipsy Truths by @aroace-genderfluid-sheep​. Simon confesses his feelings for Baz through a drunk text. Oh boy!

Apart from reading fic, I also love reading people’s thoughts about fic. @facewithoutheart​ had a nice extra about This Will All Go Down In Flames over here. (Also, Fuck The Mage, kinda). @cutestkilla​ also shared some Humdrum insider information here. It’s really cool to see what parts of canon have been expanded on for What’s Left. And @captain-aralias​​ also has some behind the scenes stuff here on Four Funereal Weddings and an American Stag Do. I adore the fic (and the suits!).

I am also losing it over the “HELEN!!!!”s in The Wellbeloves by @ionlydrinkhotwater​. This is a comic where Simon and Agatha are siblings. I am so emo about Simon having a lovely family and this is so fun.

Unfortunately, I also come with angst. A post on my dashboard led me to This Will End in Flames by @bloodiedpixie​ and uhhh yeah MCD warning. Simon dies in Wayward Son. I need... a moment... to lie down and weep. I see there is also another installment in this series where Baz dies, but I’m not strong enough for that now.

Now, for something no one asked for! This is another thing that I saw on my dashboard, but apparently a group of people started a project in 2016 called Sarah Jane Neverending, which is an extension of the Sarah Jane Adventures! (Kind of like Class: Ongoing, I guess.) (Whovians, man.). SJA got cancelled in 2011 and it was very unexpected, since Lis Sladen, the main actress, died. Back then, three more episodes were already planned and I know that over the years fans have asked for novalisations of those stories, so that they could at least be seen as canon. That never happened, so I guess some fans took matters into their own hands. I have only read their season 5B stories, aka their version of the 3 unproduced episodes. I will see if I will also read their completely fanmade season 6 and 7. But yeah, season 5B. Damn. The Thirteenth Floor fucked me up in particular.

And lastly, there might be some smaller ficlets or drabbles that I won’t mention in these posts, but I will redirect you to my fic tags on my main blog: Klaine fics (klfics), Brittana fics (bsfics), general Glee fics (glee fic), Whoniverse fics (dw fic), Check, Please! fics (omgcp fics), Simon Snow series fics (co fics), and the general fic tag (fics). And here’s the original writing tag, because why not. I do put a lot of stuff in a long queue, so the tags might now always be “up to date”.

Also, guys, I need you to know that I was going through the generic fic tag, retagging fics that needed to be retagged, and I found a Snowbaz fic from the Fangirl days and it was tagged as Bazon. BAZON.

AND OKAY, one more thing. When I was cleaning out that rusty tag, I also came across this fic called And In The End by @scrunchyharry​ (Klainers might remember the name fleurdelisse). It’s over ten years old, but I remembered it immediately. I might’ve even printed it out 10 years ago. Like, I am pretty sure I have a physical copy of it somewhere. Caroline, I see you’ve probably left the fandom, so I didn’t know if I should tag you, but if you read this, please know that even ten years later, this fic makes me so emotional.

#fic rec friday #technically speaking i have 4 more fic tags #i have a fic tag on my winx blog and on my avatar blog #and i have two topic fic tags #wait i have another one another fandom #but i kind of stopped reading fic for that one due to *cough* conflicted feelings #lol guess what fandom #also the 5b stories did become sort of canon in 2020 #long story #but yeah this week i am back on my bullshit huh #tagged in

[imsosocold]

Thank you so much for your answers :D :D :D In both cases Manfred being a father would really really make the guilt worse, wouldn't it.

In the Yogi AU I just had this very vivid image of Miles visiting his father and them each putting a hand together against the glass, and of that one scene in Dumbo you know with him visiting his mom, and Manfred seeing this and being like "damn. This is going farther than I thought it would. Why am I having Emotions." I wonder if Miles goes to the police at some point to try and confess to the crime? Would Manfred try to prevent him from doing so, potentially leading to harsh arguments, or does he try to tell himself he doesn't care and if Miles wants to go to prison then Manfred certainly will indulge him? Franziska would certainly be very mad at Miles for doing something like that...

And in the Miles AU, do you think Manfred would try to stop Gregory from going to the Feys? Because Gregory doesn't really need him to do so, and I'm not sure how Manfred would prevent him. I think it's more likely he'd just try to convince Gregory the Feys are frauds and such pitiful supernatural nonsense won't bring him closure. Does the truth come out at any point? Or does Miles's death remain forever unsolved? If Phoenix still goes on to become a defense attorney (which I think most likely than not, and not just because of the "honoring Miles's memory" thing; I love a good "Phoenix is Elle Woods" meme as much as anybody else and will make the joke ad nauseam but being a lawyer just suits him so well, he's got a HUGE hero syndrome and that is the ideal outlet for him), does Gregory take him under his wing? Does Phoenix intern at Edgeworth Law Offices rather than Fey & Co.?

I think that in the Miles AU Gregory's perceptive, beyond his devastating grief that is, would be interesting... because Yogi would insist he is innocent, wouldn't he. I wonder if Gregory goes to hear him out. I cannot imagine him defending him, but just... trying to get closure maybe? And Yogi insisting that he's innocent, he didn't do it, and insisting to Gregory's face that "you're a defense attorney, you've got to believe me, I didn't kill your kid" and Gregory being torn between "he's behaving exactly like all my clients" and "he was the only one who could do it, the gall he has to lie to my face"... I can see him investigating obsessively, looking for the third option... and Manfred catching wind of what he's doing and on one hand he feels for him but on the other hand this cannot go on. Gregory cannot be allowed to find the truth... quite the pickle, as another prosecutor would say x)

Anyway hhhhh sorry about the ramble your ideas ignited something in me. Thank you so much for answering and have a nice trip!!

Don’t ever apologize for rambling, I love that my idea made you happy and even inspired you!  Yes, Manfred’s greatest weakness is that he’s a family man at heart ( forever thinking about the anime only episode where Manfred, at Franziska’s demand, takes her and Miles to fucking build-a-bear and IHOP, the  highlight of the Ace Attorney series.)  For the Yogi au, the scene with with Gregory and Miles is… so…good…the best thing I’ve eaten today! Manfred would tell himself he doesn’t  care if Miles incriminates himself, less trouble for him, but Manfred would stop Miles every single time, assuring him it’s not his fault ( which is one of the few truths Manfred has given Miles) and that Miles shouldn’t waste this opportunity of life Gregory gave him. Which is meant to be encouraging and to inspire Miles but just makes him feel even more guilty and undeserving of everything he has :(.  Franziska definitely would be confused and concerned and upset, even more so when she learns Miles’s behavior isn’t just something she can fix with her whip or her father. It’d probably drive her deeper into her career as a prosecutor. For the Miles au, I imagine at the start, when emotions are fresh, Gregory would absolutely hold no sympathy for Yogi, especially considering the attack in the elevator. Manfred would definitely be influencing Gregory negatively as well, perhaps even being the one to prosecute Yogi in court. But as more time goes on and the feelings of pain and guilt and wrongness don’t go away, Gregory probably start to question the events that occurred and inevitably Yogi’s potential innocence. For the Fey stuff, I think Manfred and Gregory would be practically codependent at this point, and Gregory thinking Manfred, who’s been there for him ever since the loss of his son, would give him the best advice regarding his actions, including attempting to contact a spirit medium to get closure.  Manfred naturally would be like “ no no no no they’re all shams trust me bro the man who’s entire lineage is chained down by the living concept of karma don’t do this please” in all his cool, calculated charisma.  ( Though Manfred does individual investigation with the supernatural himself… Frankenstein au, anyone ?) I love the idea of Phoenix working with Gregory instead of Mia, and I think that, due to both of their determination and skills, the truth WOULD come out eventually. Of course, that’d open a whole new can of worms, especially with how close Gregory and Manfred are. I hope you enjoyed anon, thanks for the interest and asks. My main journey is going back to the place I was born in an attempt of healing. It’s been fun so far though I nearly passed out multiple times from all the walking I’ve been doing lmao.

#noelle's rambles #ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #manfred von karma #gregory edgeworth #yanni yogi #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #anon asks #different dl 6 victim au

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I know this show isn't even airing anymore but I'm watching it now and there is something that just stuck to me and I need to talk about it. I just... Hate what they did to Orduño's character in 1x04(?), and by extension, Jimena and Ruy's plotline.

Like, the first thing we see of Orduño in the series is him mistreating Ruy, if I remember correctly because of his father/lowborn status + him getting too close to Jimena (Ordoño's betrothed). Since then we have many scenes showing that he's constantly trying to get his father's approval or Jimena's affections, is loyal to the just prince who has taken him under his wing no matter what (being Alfonso the only one who actually listens to him), and the only times his efforts are acknowledged are when he is merely useful as a political pawn. Despite his first impression, the path he had been taking is quite easy to relate or sympathize. Damn, I was rooting for him much more than I have ever rooted for Ruy, who is supposed to be the main character (but then again almost everyone is more interesting than Ruy shhhh-)

But then the drunken scene with Jimena happens. There was just so much potential in there! To deepen even more those characters, their relationship and the drama! Imagine, Orduño sees Jimena's handkerchief with Ruy's blood in it and starts to cry, asking out aloud things like "what Ruy has that he doesn't, why nothing he does is ever enough" — in such a display of doubt / sensitivity / vulnerability that he would never allow himself to show in front of his betrothed when sober. I think it would catch Jimena so off guard, it would be very interesting to see how their relationships and characters would develop from this interaction/confession — something that could even, maybe, make Jimena doubt about her own feelings, creating some drama to this storyline, which, to be honest, has been quite bland since the beginning. Three birds with one stone! So simple, cute, and effective!

But no, let's make Orduño assault Jimena, because he's one of the villains, we need to remind the public that he's a bad guy, lest they forget about it!!!! It'll be useful when Ruy supports Sancho, so that people don't root for Alfonso who is supported by this evil man 😴 we can't have ""villain"" figures unless they are plain characters and try to have their way with an innocent good girl at some point after all.

Though there is something else that adds another layer to this problem and makes my blood boil even more. While all of this is happening, Ruy is sleeping with one of the Emir's daughters. Can you see what is being implied here, whether it is accidental or not? Ruy kills people, wins a battle, and is rewarded with a passionate night with a random noble lady who had been showing interest in him because he has the power of being the main character, Jimena not even a second thought. At the same time, however, Jimena tries to prevent her father from abusing her mother, seeks infanta Urraca to protect her friend who is being sexually assaulted, stands loyal to her affections for Ruy, and is being punished for it by none other than her own betrothed! Just how disturbing is that!?

If there is someone out of the two of them who actually could/deserves to have some quality time with a romantic prospect, it is Jimena with Orduño, the couple that in fact has a right to behave romantically towards each other, by society's standards. Ruy is just the crown Prince's squire, normally that noblewoman shouldn't even look his way, no wonder it seems next episode it will generate some problems for them (judging by the synopsis, haven't watched). I don't know, it all just sounds like a cheap isekai harem anime bullshit to me. All the feminist undertone they were trying to create in Urraca's storyline was just thrown in the trash.

Anyway, I'm still enjoying the show, I suppose, despite all of this. They also could have used more Urraca though. Not call this show El Cid, since Ruy is almost a side character in what was supposed to be his own show. Focus on what matters, which is the court intrigue / politics. Stuff like that.

#el cid #el cid amazon prime #el cid 2020 #orduno el cid #orduño el cid #jimena el cid #ruy el cid #venting #el cid 1x04

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The use of lighting for emphasis in episode 7

I don’t usually notice things like this, so I’m not sure how much the lighting has been used in earlier episodes to know if this one is special (apart from the wonderful lighting in the fight scene at the end of episode 5) but after seeing all the gif sets of the episode my brain started to see patterns 🤪

I first noticed the difference in lighting in this gif set, of the first and last curry/feeding scenes. In the two scenes, Pat is lit in a similar amount (albeit the light coming from different sides)...

whereas Pran is in shadow in the first scene but lit in the second:

This felt like a deliberate choice because why else would you want to have one of your main characters not lit well...? so I wondered if this was some kind of emphasis of how Pran is still closed off, not yet ready to be open and honest with Pat, needing the bet still as a premise to ‘date’ Pat...whereas Pat, of course, is ready and has always been ready...and it’s only right at the end, when Pran has decided he’s also ready to leave the bet behind and get on the same page as Pat, that he becomes fully illuminated.

The same lighting differences can be seen in the other scenes they share during the episode. In the library, Pran is filmed through the bookshelf with a little less light than Pat has in the more open shot, where it shines off his cheek:

At the noodle place, Pran is more muted, with darker background whereas Pat again has more sheen to him and with a lighter background (the white van and Ink’s yellow top also help):

Then, on the rooftop, again Pran has more shadow over the left side of his face than Pat has on his right, despite the fact that Pran is trying to confess and lose the bet - so presumably he’s ready to be open with Pat now - but he’s wrongly using the play as a reason to do so, thus still in the dark. Pat’s feeling hurt and dejected by Pran’s actions and words, so ups the stakes to prevent Pran from finishing his confession, but he’s still just as open and ready for Pran, thus still brighter:

And this all culminates with the final theatre scene where Pran is really in the shadow, he’s at his lowest point, feeling bad about Pat and about having to grovel to Chat to come back...but then Pat comes to the rescue and suddenly Pran is in full light, fully in love, ready to give himself to Pat: 

And then we’re back to the second curry scene where they’ve become boyfriends and are in equal light.

Other interesting scenes:

In the first curry scene - the first flirting scene we see from them - Pran has blue and mint green lights in the window, adding emphasis to their feelings for each other (blue is Pat’s colour and mint green could signify their union). These lights are then turned off later when Pran is not feeling so happy and when Wai invades their space, making it a more neutral space:

I love the lighting on Pat’s face here as he hides from Wai. The background, his hair, and his shirt are all dark, which really draws the watcher’s focus to his eyes and expression:

EDIT (I forgot to include this when I originally posted this, so this is an addendum): When Pran goes to meet Wai at the rugby practice the light looks tinted green on their faces. This could simply be to do with filming at night and all the green naturally around them (grass, trees etc)...but it might also be deliberate, showing the antagonism Wai feels towards Pat after the latter kicks the rugby ball at him. This green hue could also signify the continued animosity between Wai and Pat (or at least from Wai to pat) and foreshadow some coming conflict between them.

This one is especially beautiful - the strong spotlight on their backs is used to create a wall between them and the group behind. It enables their conversation to seem private and intimate even though they are in an open space full of people. It also keeps their interaction private from us watching since their faces are in shadow. Also note the mint green hue on the bit of wall on the right 👀 This colour was used in the beginning of the episode, when they were flirting, it disappeared during the mini-conflict, and has now come back as they become a couple:

And finally, this just made me laugh because you generally wouldn’t get this kind of spotlight in the auditorium, so it’s really being used to give Toto a God-like air as the director of the play 😂

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #it seems I'm now doing lighting analysis #which is odd because I usually don't notice things like this unless it's done badly #but this was all so good #and when I started looking properly I kept finding more interesting things #I've probably missed some too #⬅ I did miss one but now I have added it #of course those who reblogged the original won't have the addendum 🤷🏽‍♀️