#ahaha... i'm sad now...

[that-girl-glader]

I am still on episode 7 of season 2 of heartstopper, AND- (SPOILERS BELOW DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED)

THE ART EXHIBIT. THE ART EXHIBIT. THE ART EXHIBIT!!! I'M GONNA CRYYY!!!! I'M EXPLODING. UGHHHH, AND THE FACT THAT CONAN GRAY WAS PLAYING IN THAT SCENE MAKES ME SO UGHHHH. MY BOY, ISAAC😭😭 MAN, I SHOULD BE WATCHING BUT I'M SO HAPPY RN. ALICE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

#heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper #ahaha... can't believe I binged the entirety ugh and I have a sleepover tmr I'm excited!!! #crush culture conan gray #conan gray #isaac heartstopper #imma go finish the episode and cry about it now #don't read this tag contains spoilers: I was so sad when Isaac thought he had a crush on James bc I thought he was aroace and I was like... #but then maybe he is? gosh probably

[pollyna]

sooo your "mav asks ice to call him when he thinks it's time" post absolutely KILLED me, especially with the not actually unrequited love tags, please tell about their not actually unrequited feelings in this scenario (aka basically canon)

Hi anon🐊, originally that tag wasn't going to be there but two hours after writing the post I realised half of the tags weren't actually there and the not actually unrequited felt appropriate.

(The post anon is talking about: here.)

Canon Icemav is the definition of almost, in my poor head: they are enemies, then they work together and fall in love, and then thirty-six years have passed and Iceman is dying and Mav is going to be alone again. I wrote a post about Tom marrying Sarah and the reasons why, but Tumblr is stupid, so: it's a platonic marriage because Tom wants to become Admiral, Sarah wants to study but her father says no because you're a woman, and they meet outside a queer club in New York and marry three months later. ( found it!) She knows he's gay and in love with this man, whom he calls Mav with the sweetest of tones, and he knows she wouldn't want sex with anybody or would particularly miss all the shebang of falling in love. Mav doesn't know about the marriage, and when he comes back from deployment, everybody is talking about how pretty Kazansky's wife is, and it broke his heart in a million pieces because a) Ice didn't tell him he was getting married; b) Mav has finally mastered the courage to tell him he is in love with him. That time Mav sees Sarah but not Ice, and now Ice thinks Mav hates him and doesn't give him the time to explain or to properly introduce Sarah. They see each other a couple of times in the three following years until one night when Mav is back at their home and Sarah is there but not Tom, and this time Mav actually enters the house, and he's so confused because why two bedrooms? Why is she not wearing a ring? Sarah sits him down and explains the whole thing to him and even says fuck Thomas is so in love with you it's embarrassing sometimes. Mav stays at the house for the whole week while waiting for Tom to be back from deployment, but he doesn't because they need him out there for another week and Pete is shipped out for the rest of the year. They don't get the chance to talk. If the first time it was because of a 'fake' wife and the second was for work, maybe the universe doesn't really want them together. Not that he really believes it but then it happens a third and a fourth time, Mav is in a place, Ice is going to get to him and the plane broke, it's a storm, Ice&Slider's jet get shoot down just behind enemy lines and they never seriously talk. Or vice versa. When they finally see each other for more than three days straight, almost a decade has passed, Pete is with Penny again, and how can they talk about them when there isn't a them? Especially since he appears to be so serious this time with Penny, not thinking about marriage or a house, but still serious. Mav is serious enough that when Penny breaks up with him, Mav spends four days in Ice's bed commiserating and asking himself, Sarah, and Tom what he did wrong. He says, when they are both getting ready to bed, that loving you has never been this complicated or painful. Tom cuddles him extra strongly that night, and before he falls asleep, he even answer yeah, being in love with you never makes me sad.

The worst thing is that everybody knows they're in love with each other since back then, and Tom&Pete talk about it often enough to be considered that they have the conversation™️ but they don't move from there. Slider almost punches both of them in the face because they're actually dancing together in the middle of a club during a navy's night and Mav is begging Ice to not go this time and they're crying and kissing, but Ice leaves the morning after and Mav is making another Admiral pissed and they're both almost forty and it's painful to watch.

Mav is the first one to know about the cancer. Ice invites him out, a date, for a slice of cake in their favourite bakery, and drops the bomb. Mav almost chokes on the pie and takes all the leave he can for that year. Sell the house and move in with Tom and Sarah and he is there for every single treatment, visits, meds, insomnia and hair loss. He's there and hugs Ice as tight as he can because some nights it seems like he's already dead and Mav can't stand it again. He lost Goose and then Carole, not even five years ago, and now Ice? Not if he can do something. Mav is there for the operation and the scar, and Tom, who wants to die because someday the pain is so strong that not even morphine works. The recovery is slow, but his leave is ending and he has to go back out there. Tom let him go because he doesn't want to resent him for taking away his wings. They leave each other with murmured words and a see you soon, love. And it seems like things are finally taking the road they were always supposed to, until they aren't and Mav comes back with more nightmares and PTSD than he knows what to do with, and he almost disappears for an entire year. Maverick is back again before the cancer, and Ice is okay with it. It breaks his heart, but Maverick is going to therapy, and the only thing that matters is that he's going to be okay. They have time.

It's 2011 and Ice has almost three stars on his uniform, he survived cancer, and he was part of the team that worked to eliminate DADT. Sarah asks for divorce the day after because Tom deserves to be free and Sarah wants the same. For the first time in almost twenty years, they can just be. It's going to be okay, they're fine and Tom's hands shake a little when he calls Mav to know if they're going to spend his next leave together. Mav says he's going to stay where he is and nah, maybe they can see each other another time. 2011 becomes 2012 and with 2013 comes Bradley in the form of a very angry adult, screaming and demanding answers Ice can't give him, not the one he wanted. This time Tom goes to see Pete in some boom-fuck post in Sri Lanka and they spend almost another year together, but without really being together. It isn't the most happy of the years they spent in each other's presence because it's a constant fight about every single little thing, and nobody is talking about the two big elephants in the room that are getting bigger and bigger year after year. The day before Ice is called back, Mav says I love you and Tom answers, I love you too, Pete.

After that, years seem to accumulate without either of them realising it because they are calling, texting, and sharing each other's lives from different places in the world. 2015 becomes 2016 and before they realise it is December 2020, Ice passes out during a meeting. Sarah is at the hospital when he wakes up, and when the doctor says it's back, Ice doesn't know what to say. This time around, Tom waits to say a single word to Maverick because it's difficult to wrap his head around what is happening, let alone say it aloud. He has at some point because his voice is becoming less and less strong every day and he knows too well that the next time Mav is going to be around, he won't probably have the strength to say much. Sarah calls Pete, and the treatments start again, stronger than the first time and less and less effective. Pete is flying jets, making friends, going to therapy, spending weekends with them and trying to make the most of all the time they have. Every time Mav goes back to his house, Tom signs I love you to him, but Mav doesn't understand. It doesn't matter really, because Mav says it's back on his skin every time they hug, it doesn't say a letter but his lips move to form the word.

The last week of treatment doesn't work, and it's just another treatment that doesn't. Ice is tired, Mav is flying supersonic jets, and Admiral Cain calls to ask for advice on who to put to work to fly the mission. Ice puts together the whole squadron in a week and puts Mav as their teacher/leader. Admiral Simpson is going to hate him and Admiral Bates is going to laugh, but the kids have to get back. It's Thursday and Mav is in front of him, and Ice feels like it's going to be the last time they see each other and probably the last time in general. They're both crying when Mav leaves the room, and Icd signs another I love you to the man who walked right by his side for all these years. Mav asks him to call when the time is going to come, but Tom knows he would never ever do such a thing. He falls asleep, and Mav flies.

(Three weeks after the mission, Mav is repeating the movements he saw Ice do for a long time when Halo asks him to whom he's saying I love you. Mav has to bite the inside of his cheek to not wail all his pain in front of his Lieutenant.)

#it wasn't my intention to write 1.5k to answer this question but 'kayyyy #sorry at least i hope i answer it AHAHA #it's pretty sad #like a really really sad version of harry meets sally #and they can't be ex because they were never really together even if they did it all and more than most couple #it took me almost an hour and i'm going to say this now but it's not even all i think they did in their life but i really really have- #- to edit the article or next week the meeting with the professor will be about icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #sarah kazansky #gay tom kazansky #aroace sarah #tom & sarah platonic marriage #they spent a lifetime being in love with each other and telling each other that but without doing shi #*shit #your honor i don't like this please erase it from my mind i like fanon more #other characters #anon 🐊 #not actually unrequited love #icemav

[non-un-topo]

Feeling that weird ambivalence between gender angst and gender love again, so I guess that means I'm almost back to normal

#covid leave my body now pleeeeeaaase #i feel totally lucid and normal just stuffy. i'm still testing positive and kind of gross so i'm still isolating. #you know what though. i have the mightiest need to go to a disco. maybe for NYE. #yet another reason i love living in a big city -- disco parties !!!!!!!!!!! #i missed my support group last week because of covid and i'm SO SAD i hope i can go tomorrow #bc i need to talk to some folks about the possibility of starting hrt without telling family ahaha... #because uhhh. that sure is a decision. can pretty much count on my mother being genuinely pissed and hurt. #not because of the hrt but because i didn't tell her. #but like.......................... her behaviour in the past is exactly what's making me want to go through with this without telling famil #burn me once etc #anyway i'm just listening to abba gold for the millionth billionth time and having a great time

[wheucto]

what if fan was also a robot

#wheucto #wheucto speaks #Sorry i'm situationsing him. Again #i've rotated this idea in my head for a while #i dont know who would create him. test tube and cobs come to mind but those seem. boring? unoriginal? #also w test tube as his creator that would make bot's creation weird. #'oh no_ my robot is sad. i will simply build another one to make him happy. this will work perfectly well and not cause any consequences.' #steve cobs. i can reason with that sure makes sense. just. seems unoriginal? #but other than those two_ who could make him? #i thought maybe he was made by parents who couldnt have children normally (whatever that is for objects) or something similar #but??? idk man. maybe it'd be more interesting if it was by a canonical character #orr maybe by Evil Corps (We Want To Take Over The World) for Malicious™ purposes. specifically an 'evil' company #now just gonna. throw some names out there #mephone. idk why he would??? maybe he wanted a friend... can he even make other robots? #taco. but this would make her microphone alliance arc irrelevant and i dont want to change what happens in canon. #hmmm rolling the dice in my head. bomb. idk i just landed on him. mad scientist bomb maybe? #cheesy. makes him as a joke. somehow_ he actually creates a sentient AI. ummmm. hey_ how about we join this reality show together? #oh wow you're very enthusiastic um ahaha. wow. #pickle. makes him as like a gaming ai or smth? for a video game? and then is like. Oh. idk if he'd give him a body or if fan just has to - #- do it himself. somehow. and 3d prints himself a body or smth #cabby. ok i was thinking mostly s1 and maybe s2 butttttt cabby seems like an interesting choice. she does have a lot of knowledge #she was probably a fan of i.i. before joining. also it does seem ooc for her to eliminate her robot in favor of the prize #though i wonder what would be the purpose in making him for her. the prize money? what does she plan to do then? also what if fan finds out #i like this actually filing it for later #apple. the idea of her somehow being able to make complex and lifelike robots is very silly to me. she makes him as a friend. #unfortunately one day he disappears <///3. after going to purgatory mansion_ she offhandedly mentions creating fan to bow #(bow is very confused on how her stupid little idiot friend (affectionate) can make a robot that acts so much like a regulaf object person) #ok i've exhausted all ideas. going to continue rotating my various ideas on this au in my mind #im rereading this and i think i mistyped when i said 'it seems ooc for [cabby]' i think i meant to say doesnt seem

[avaetin]

I have to remind myself that I'm too old to be crushing on Luke Castellan's TV actor-

#my problem is that I had a crush on older guys when I was younger and now I seem to be crushing on a younger dude now that i'm older #it's not really a problem when it's all in your head ahaha--- #sad single noises #just random stuff

[ferretly]

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#trying to complain to ferrets is the worst #they're just like ahaha so sad now let me up on the counter #no sympathy at all #so to my dash: UGH terrible day :/ & terrible evening #I can't even write #literally might just take a break and leave my wordcount at 300 for today idec #I'm in such a bad mood #>: | #(drags Iggy around on a towel) #nan.text

[reticent-writer]

Lucifer’s best friend totally calls the exorcists Adam’s groupies.

Short scenarios

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Lucifer, clearly panicking - "The extermination is about to start."

You, couldn't care less- "So, it's not like Adam's groupes are coming here."

Lucifer, pouting - "but it makes Charlie sad and I know it makes you sad to"

You and Lucifer cry together about it

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Charlie - Adam moved up the next extermination and we need to talk to heaven

Lucifer and you are stunned.

Lucifer - uhh I don't know Charlie

You - yeah Adam and his groupies have a lot of persuasion in heaven

Charlie - please Dad

Lucifer looks over and you. You shrug ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lucifer - fine

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At the final battle you and Lucifer show up right on time.

Adam - how many of you losers do I have to fight

Lucifer - oh I'm the only one that matters. You mess with my daughter and now I'm going to Fuck You

You, whispers - *ken laugh* ahaha what his groupie try to do

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#hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #Lucifer morningstar x reader #male reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

[lazywriters-blog]

SISTER's SUPPORT

Summary: A sister has gotta do what she gotta do. Slight dark undertones, implied stalking, very mild yandere behavior? But could be read as fluff or dark comedy, but questionable. Kinda dumb-

Why do I imagine Lynette being the pushy and bickering sister-in-law in support of her dear brother who hasn't cared to mention that you are partially still a stranger? And he hasn't gotten the chance to even introduce himself? But, he's a little shy and head over heels and implementing subtle tactics to bring you in.

"Do you care for a trick?"

You've heard it before, and though you never believed in magic or magicians you turned around to see the young man bowing his hat, a hand behind his back, and an elegant posture.

Magicians are but clever in deceiving and trickery, concealment, and whatnot. You could list a few more.

However, in favor of answering his voice, you speak up, "Oh no, thank you." The least you could do was smile and walk away, and you were going to until he stepped an inch and insisted, "Please just one trick?" he pleaded with his eyes this time.

You looked away, dealing with persistent people never went well in your case so you nodded, and he grinned big. Sighing and whining internally, you fold your arms and watch him reveal the insides of his hat, you've seen it done many times.

"Don't blink!" he playfully cautioned.

You dare not.

He examined you for a brief moment then pulled out a picture from the empty hat, and quickly handed it to you with a wide smile. You had been expecting a rose or something that symbolizes passion, or love. But not what you were seeing.

A hazy picture of black and white with a figure whose face resembled a ghost. It was an eerie sight to witness first thing in the morning.

"What... What is this?"

"Oh, did I hand you the wrong one?" he feigned innocence leaning over and taking a peek, "Oops!! My apologies, even magicians make mistakes!!" he exclaimed, stealing the picture out of her hand and replacing it with a ticket instead.

"As an apology, please accept this free ticket to my magic show this evening, I would love to see you there!" and then, he vanished into the alleyway.

You did not give much thought to the incident and went on your day, the ticket at the bottom of your pocket forgotten and missed. Cruel or sad may it be, you had no business being someplace you didn't want to.

It would have stopped there normally.

But it didn't...

"Oh!! Hello there!" It was his voice again you heard on the streets, he wasn't alone this time, "I must have freaked you out with my wrong trick, I figured that's why you didn't come to my show." Faking ignorance seemed harsh so you ceased your doing and glanced at the twins, you wanted it to be swift and stress-free.

"Not really, I was busy with work and I'm not a fan of crowds, Sorry I couldn't attend it." his sister had been staring long and fiercely, an odd sibling you assumed and acted, "I hear it was marvelous, the show you put up, people are still talking about it."

"You liar." That's the first thing you heard from his sister standing by his side, glaring and throwing knives into your chest, not literally but your heart did skip a few beats.

And strangely, it seemed to agitate the magician more than you. "Ha-ahaha! She just likes to tell jokes, don't mind her!"

"Oh... Uh, I see."

The conversation had turned sour, and none of you spoke a word or met eyes if it hadn't been for the young man, you would have been stuck in the silence for much longer.

"Um... We were heading to get dessert, you should come with us." he offered, friendly-toned and cautious of how he was being viewed, Despite the kind suggestion, you would rather decline than take harmless risks.

"Thanks... But--"

"Just shut up and come with us already. You have nothing to do tonight we know."

"Lynette!!"

If the earlier comment hadn't affected you, it did now. Sadly for you, his sister wasn't done yet and took a step forward to point an accusing finger at you, as if you had gone and killed someone dear to her and laughed it off in her face.

"Do you even know how sad my brother was when you didn't come to his show? You should be sorry for what you're doing to him! Why are you causing him pain?!"

Perhaps, asking for no trouble invited it instead.

"You torment him with your moody strikes! And you have the guts to ignore him! How dare you tear apart my brother's heart and act as if you're this kind lady who doesn't hurt-"

"Lynette!!!" Confusion couldn't dare to describe how you were feeling, the scene looked like a family quarrel, and you weren't even a part of it.

You felt like a wife scolded by her sister-in-law. Would saying anything work to quell the tension brewing in the air or even the eyes watching them? If you had to make a bet, the people were having the time of their lives watching the drama unveil.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow... I've never really talked to your brother-"

"You're coming with us!!" The only thing left for her to do was drag you there herself, that would be humiliating.

"Alright."

You felt like a part of the family alright.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact lyney #lyney x reader #lyney #lyney x y/n #genshin impact oneshots #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #lynette #sillyposting #Not really yandere

[grims-sunshine]

hello! How are you? I see your requests are open? If it's alright, can i request some angst, but with a happy ending because I'm too damn soft🥲 Fem Tav being absolutely devastated when Astarion confessed but also that he was originally manipulating and using her? I never see anyone writing Tav being upset over that, like she's in love with him, but is rightfully angry and upset with him and just sobs while avoiding him for a while? 🥲

Hi hi anon! I'm good, thanks for asking <3 I hope you're alright too!

I love this idea so much aaaaah! I had to start writing pretty much immediately ahaha

Thanks so much for the request, I hope you enjoy it <3

🤍 Feel Better 🤍

Pairing: Astarion x Tav

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: angst with a happy ending, some mild anxiety, arguing, Tav says a few not so nice things maybe

"I care about you."

It's true when you say these words to Astarion. At least you think it's true. At least it was true just five minutes ago.

You're pretty sure it's still true.

You pull Astarion into a hug, and aren't sure if you do it because you want to hug him, or because it feels like the right thing to do.

He hesitates for a moment, but puts his arms around you as well. You're overcome with a wave of happiness that he hugged you back, then sadness that he just admitted to having manipulated you, then anger that you were dumb enough to fall for it.

When he holds your hand, you see a glint of sincerity in his eyes. But you're not sure you can trust your own judgment anymore. Part of you wonders if he actually means it this time.

You know it wouldn't make sense for him to lie again, right after confessing his last lie and admitting that he felt bad for it.

But it didn't make sense for him to lie the first time either.

You've been defending Gale when the others were mad about his secret, and he wasn't sleeping with you. You tried to stand up for Wyll when Mizora showed up, and he hadn't shown even a hint of interest in you. You sided with Karlach and helped her deal with the paladins when you didn't even know her yet.

In short, you've been doing your damnedest to protect the people around you, not because you wanted anything in return, but because you're all in an unfortunate situation, just trying to stay alive, and you believe it'll be better for all of you to help each other. You would've done the same for Astarion, without him ever doing so much as touch you.

Your thoughts cause unease to rise within you, getting worse with every second. Once he lets go of you, you excuse yourself, rushing off to a quiet place, out of view from the others.

You sink to the ground, leaning your head back against the wall as your vision goes blurry. Before you even notice it, tears stream down your face and you suppress a sob.

You feel betrayed. Astarion played with your feelings just to gain a benefit from you, with seemingly no care how it would make you feel. You should've gotten angry at him, told him off for manipulating you, screamed at him for hurting your feelings.

Instead, you gave him a hug and said you care about him.

Underneath the anger and hurt, your feelings for him are still there, maybe stronger than ever. If you could just move past this, maybe the two of you can be happy together after all.

It makes you feel like a child, thinking that you're in some kind of fairy tale romance. But you're not the protagonist of a storybook, and you're starting to have serious doubts that Astarion is the prince who will sweep you off your feet and bring you eternal happiness.

And yet, that small part of you makes you decide to stay with him for now and hope everything will work out for the better. You're not sure if you're naive, stupid, or if Astarion really is worth trying, but you trust your gut feeling, even when your brain is telling you to break things off immediately.

Still, you can't help feeling hurt over everything that happened, so over the next couple of days you pull away from Astarion. It's not your intention, but whenever you're close to him, you start to feel dizzy, sick even. You feel your chest tighten and a knot form in your stomach that gets worse the longer you're around him.

You used to not get enough of being close to you, now it feels like your whole body recoils against his presence.

Astarion doesn't seem to notice that anything has changed -- Or if he does, he doesn't show it. If anything, he's become even more affectionate with you.

He's been seeking out your touch more often, giving you occasional hugs and stealing kisses from you. They make your heart beat faster, but you can't tell anymore if it's because you love him or because it sends your brain into overdrive each time, wondering if he's doing it because he wants to be close to you or because he wants to keep you hooked so you won't turn away from him now.

You hate that you have to question him. You hate that you feel like you can no longer trust him when you blindly would've put your life in his hands just a few days ago.

To make things worse, life has decided to hurl even more struggles at you while you're dealing with your feelings.

The Shadow-Cursed Lands have been getting especially cold at night. You try to stay as close to the fireplace as possible, but it feels like the darkness sucks away any warmth provided by the fire, so you're left shivering and wishing you could lie in a warm bed with several blankets instead.

"Wanna cuddle a little for warmth?" Astarion's voice catches you off guard and you almost flinch when you notice him standing beside you, watching you shiver and grasping your arms.

"Not that I have much body heat to give off, but, you know… I could be there for you in spirit." He continues, giving you a smile that looks almost a little shy.

You're hesitant at first, but something about the way he looks at you plugs at your heartstrings. You can't resist him, not when he looks like he's sending silent prayers to the gods that you'll agree.

"Yeah, sure. At the very least you'll block off a bit of the cold, right?" You say, earning a chuckle from him.

"I'll do my very best to shield you from the cold, darling."

He settles down facing you, wrapping one arm around you to pull you closer to his chest.

You try your best to relax, but your body still tenses around him, even when you try to just swallow down your feelings.

You lie in silence for a while, until Astarion sighs.

"Is everything alright, dear? You've been acting a little off lately. I wasn't sure if I should mention it at all, but to be honest, I am a little worried." His tone is serious, void of the usual playfulness in his voice.

Damn it. He noticed.

"It's nothing, really," you say, hoping that he'll drop it. Instead, he just looks at you, sceptical.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me, you know." He frowns brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "It's just," he hesitates, like he's unsure of what to say, "I feel like you've started avoiding me ever since I opened up about my feelings. So, I've been thinking, maybe I misread the signs and you actually never wanted to move past… Whatever the hells it was we had before," he rambles. Then, a little quieter, he adds, "You know, I've never done this whole relationship thing, and I really don't want to make a fool of myself by pursuing someone who doesn't like me that way." He lets out a nervous chuckle.

Oh hells no.

"Make a fool out of you?" The words break out of you, louder and angrier than intended. "What about me, who made a fool out of herself the whole time thinking you actually liked me?" You should stay composed, calm yourself before you say something you regret, but at that moment, all the complicated feelings you've been having swirl together and explode within you. "You didn't stop once to think about that, did you? But when it's about you having to deal with something unpleasant, suddenly it's a problem. Don't you think that's a little selfish of you?"

By the way Astarion looks at you, you'd think he'd just been slapped. Then he averts his eyes and you feel his hands tightening, gripping the back of your shirt.

"Right," he sighs. "I deserve to be called selfish, I suppose."

Astarion takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching as he thinks about what to say next, before he relaxes it again. "I know what I did to you was wrong. I manipulated you and you didn't deserve that. At all." His voice quivers a little as he continues to speak. "And I know it's no excuse, but this is what I've done for two centuries. Manipulate people to avoid getting hurt. I have no damn idea how to navigate a relationship with someone who isn't trying to make me suffer at every turn, or someone who I know will meet a terrible end because of me."

He looks at you again with a pained expression. "I really do care about you, despite what I've done, you know? I didn't intend to care about you, but you crushed all my intentions just by being your wonderful, amazing self. And if you're willing to give me another chance, I promise to make this right. I promise I won't ever try to deceive you again. I want to be someone worthy of your love and I'll do what I can to be that kind of person."

This time you're absolutely certain that he's sincere. There's not a sliver of doubt in your mind about that.

You don't even realize that you haven't said anything in a while until you notice Astarion grow increasingly nervous, looking at you like he expects you to cuss him out and tell him to leave any second.

You grab his hand and press a kiss to his palm. "I am willing to give you a chance," you say, seeing the instant wave of relief rush over his face. "I know you're new to all of this, and I know you've been through a lot. I should've talked about this sooner instead of just avoiding you. And I shouldn't have yelled earlier either. So I'm sorry as well."

Astarion presses his forehead against yours, pulling you into a close hug. "So things are good between us now, right?"

You nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek before nuzzling into his chest. "Yeah, everything's alright."

Title inspired by this

#astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #i really struggled picking a name for this but ig that's it now lol #some day I'll pay someone to name my fics for me /hj #side quests

[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Emma: Why are there roses here?

Gilbert: Oh, you realized it was a rose even though it wasn't in bloom?

Gilbert, noticing my gaze, sets aside his quill and rises from his chair.

I mimicked his dark figure as he bent down in front of the roses, and leaned in beside him.

Emma: Do you also do some research on roses?

(There’s a tag on it….)

Gilbert: It’s not exactly research, but more like I play around with things as a hobby.

Gilbert: Roses are difficult to grow in Obsidianite soil. 

Gilbert: This is a cold region where not even roses or flowers bloom, except for the area near the Rhodolite border.

Emma: But...this rose is still budding, isn't it?

(And it’s not just one….there are several.)

Gilbert: Yes, I’ve finally succeeded. But the next challenge is whether we can breed this variety.

Gilbert's profile shone with life as he spoke.

Emma: Do you like roses, Gilbert?

Gilbert: Of course I like them. Enough to experiment and try various things like this.

(I thought so….)

Gilbert: Hehe...My dream is to conquer and rule a country where roses are in full bloom, and hold it in my hands.

Emma: !?

He had uttered something so absurd with such a refreshing smile, and I felt a strange noise threatening to escape me.

Gilbert: It's fun just thinking about all the different ways to subjugate Chevalier.

Gilbert: I'm willing to use force, but I don't want to ruin the roses if possible.

Gilbert: How about cornering them both economically and diplomatically to the point where they want to hand over their country to us? // How about we strike them down economically and diplomatically to the point where they are willing to give up their country?

Emma: N-no! Absolutely not!

Gilbert: Ahaha, do you think a simple no would stop me?

Gilbert: You once successfully prevented my scheme, but you’ll have to continue preventing it for a second and third time.

Gilbert: The fate of Rhodolite lies/rested on the memories you lost.

(There’s no way a simple bookstore employee could bear such a weight, right?!)

Gilbert: Maybe you would be happier if you just forgot about it forever, right…?

Emma: …After hearing what you just said, there's no way I'd think it's okay to just forget about it.

(I have to remember, no matter what.)

Gilbert: You're quite earnest.

Gilbert chuckled and prodded the rosebud with his finger.

Gilbert: Well, my plan to conquer Rhodolite is a future matter, so I'll hold back for now….

Gilbert: I'm thinking of building a rose garden in the castle.

Emma: A rose garden?

Gilbert: Yes. A rose garden even grander than Rhodolite’s.

Emma: To love roses so much…

Gilbert: That would be you.

Emma: Me…?

Gilbert: You love roses more than I do, don't you?

Gilbert: I thought you'd be happy.

(What's with that expression…?)

It was a beautiful smile tainted with a hint of sadness, and a painful feeling gripped my heart.

I felt an indescribable sense of guilt well up inside me.

(….These roses are meant for me.)

(However, the “me” Gilbert loved is not here.)

(Even if the Rose Garden is completed, there is no guarantee that my memory will return.)

(I may not be able to accept this man's affection as I once did.)

(That’s just how it is, and there's nothing I can do about it….)

Gilbert: Emma.

As if being pulled back by the name called out in a tender tone, the sensation of my eyes blurring faded away.

Gilbert had already retracted the melancholy atmosphere from earlier, and instead was gently tapping his fingers on his  hair.

(Is there something in my hair…?)

When I reached out my hand to touch my hair, I felt something with a distinctly different texture.

Emma: Wait, when did this happen?

Gilbert: While you were in a daze.

Gilbert: Actually, a few buds had already bloomed.

Gilbert: However, I have to cut the flowers in order to grow the roses, so I trimmed them this morning.

Gilbert: These are for you.

Emma: …Thank you very much.

(It has a nice fragrance…)

I lean towards the flowers as the scent of my hometown wafts in the air.

It’s a scent that had been with me since birth, a fragrance that would never exist in Obsidian—-

Gilbert: Feeling nostalgic?

Emma: …Did it show on my face? 

Gilbert: You're so easy to read.

Emma: …I’m sorry.

Gilbert: Why are you apologizing?

Emma: I probably used to blend into the everyday life of Obsidian before losing my memory.

(…I can only remember my life in Rhodolite…)

(I remembered my days in the Land of Roses more than my love for Gilbert.)

(How can I miss my hometown in front of someone who loves me so much?) 

(I’m the worst.)

As I try to distance myself from the roses, Gilbert grabs my hand.

Gilbert: Shall I grant you permission? 

Emma: Permission for what?

Gilbert: To return back to your hometown.

Emma: …!

Gilbert: With conditions, of course.

Gilbert’s cold hand moves from my arm and reaches my neck.

Just a light pressure with his thumb was enough to choke me.

Gilbert: If you don't come back, I'll come and get you.

Gilbert: With a large army in tow...okay?

Emma: ….I guess I’d better not go then.

Gilbert: Ahaha. Why? Were you not planning to come back?

Emma: It’s not that, I’m just scared of the possibility of something happening, like this memory loss incident.

Gilbert: There’s no chance of something like that happening

Gilbert: ——You experiencing an accident? It will never happen.

(….)

The momentary glimpse of a murderous intent was indeed real.

I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or at someone else,

But the moment I saw him, I felt a cold shiver running down my spine.

Gilbert: Aah, sorry. It slipped out. 

Gilbert: Force of habit….

(…I wonder what kind of life leads to developing a habit of emitting murderous intent.) 

Gilbert: Well, think about it. It shouldn’t be a bad thing for you.

━━

In the blink of an eye, it became night.

(….I can't stop thinking about what he talked about earlier today.)

I sprawl on the bed in the room designated as mine, gazing at the ceiling without purpose.

Our discussion of returning home endlessly swirled around in my head, and I couldn't make a firm decision.

(I want to go back to Rhodolite….)

(But there’s also a part of me that wants to stay by Gilbert’s side.)

(He loves me so much, enough to smile with such a poignant expression….)

(I’m sure it would be lonely without him.)

"I mustn't make Gilbert lonely," I thought without knowing why.

This emotion seemed to be interfering with my judgment.

(…But if I go to Rhodolite, I may find clues to my memory.)

(If I can find a clue as to why Gilbert has fallen in love with me, then maybe...)

(….)

I got out of bed and put on my shoes.

I took one final look at the rose on the side table and left.

━━

—-At the same time, Gilbert stood by the window sill, and a man with a hood covering his face silently approached.

Gilbert: I take it you found the coachman? Good job.

Gilbert: So, was it white or black?

Roderich: White.

Gilbert: I see. Had the accident been intentional, they would have killed all the involved parties when it happened.

Gilbert: Crimes can’t be committed without leaving any traces, you know?

Roderich: What about the imprisoned coachman?

Gilbert: I want to kill him. 

Roderich: Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: ...Strip him of his coachman qualifications.

Gilbert: Instead of taking his life, never let him handle horses again.

Roderich: I will make the arrangements right away.

Gilbert: Ugh…if it had been intentional, I could have killed his whole family.

Roderich: …Even if it wasn’t intentional, I thought you would use them to set an example for others.

Gilbert: No, I won’t do that. The little rabbit won't like it.

Roderich: ….

Breaking the silence, small footsteps approach from beyond the door—

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

[tonkatsubowl]

hsr men reacting to you falling and losing your taco

i just wnated to write something

inspired ^ (i was hungry)

dan heng: "i-" he watched as you fell, holding onto his own taco. the pieces of the taco that you previously held scattered into depressing amounts, and you were looking forward to eating it, too. "..are you alright?" he quickly moves over to you to help you up. "here- let's get you another one. don't cry, it'll be fine."

welt: he is usually quick on his feet and he could catch you, but for some reason, for the sake of plot, he didn't for some reason. so you fell, and your taco was just on the floor. he moved quickly to help you up, and he murmured, "are you alright?" but you were more sad about the taco. "...it's fine, (y/n). we will get you another one."

blade: "i told you not to move so clumsily." blade sighed as he knelt down to help you up. "why are you so worried about the damn taco? it's fine- it's just food. ...what do you mean it's not just food? let's just go back and get you another one. i wouldn't worry about it."

sampo: "aha- ahaha!" sampo chuckled as he watched you fell, but he was there for you as he picked you up. "h-hey, i thought it was funny that you fell! c'mon now, dear. please don't be upset. i'm so sorry for laugh-" then he fell, and he spilled his taco on the floor. "..."

luocha: "oh dear-" he couldn't catch you on time, and luocha watched you fell and the taco you had been craving all day fell to the floor. knitting his eyebrows together, he helped you up, sighing. "please be more careful. i don't want you to get more hu-...you're worried about your food? come now, dear. we can always get you another one."

argenti: "ah!" argenti gasped as you fell, but he was quick on his feet to pick you up again. "the taco...it was so beautiful. beautifully made. i'm glad you are alright, but the creation of this beauty was so...sorrowful to watch. come, my dear. we will retrieve another taco! a beautiful, gracious one."

jing yuan: "a-" jing yuan watched as you fell, but the pieces of the taco were not only fallen to the floor, but mimi came over there and ate it. in front of you. jing yuan was more so worried about you, but he knew how heartbreaking it was to see mimi eat what you desired all day. "...let's get you another one, dear. and please be careful, i don't want you to break your legs or get hurt."

dr ratio: "..." dr ratio sighed as he helped you up, only to hear you murmur and sob about the fallen taco. "...why are you so persistent on the taco falling? you do not realize that i can just simply purchase you one, yes?" he sighed again. "wipe your tears away, love. i know your cravings- i'll get you another one."

aventurine: aventurine tried to catch you on time, but you fell. he sheepishly chuckled as he helped you up, holding you close. "are you alright?" he asked, adjusting his shades, "here, take my taco instead. you need it more than i do. ...me? you're asking about me? i can just get another one, silly."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #hsr dr ratio #hsr jing yuan #hsr argenti #hsr blade #hsr welt #hsr luocha #hsr dan heng #hsr sampo

[yuurei20]

Translation from Twisted Wonderland the 2nd novel: Cheka (pt3)

"'Perhaps realizing that he is being laughed at, Cheka looks around the room with a curious look.

‘Why’s everybody laughing? Are you Unca’s friends?’

The fearsome Leona, the boss of Savanaclaw, called ‘Unca’ so affectionately by a child like this.

Possibly emboldened by the laughter, Ace bursts out with ‘I can’t take it anymore!,’ speaking freely to Leona. ‘You bet, that’s us—Unca’s friends! Isn’t that right, Unca Leona?’

‘Knock it off…!’

In a panic Yuuya tries to call off Ace in response to Leona’s menacing growl, but none of them can restrain themselves now. Ace, Ruggie, Grim and Deuce all burst out laughing.

Jack bites down on his own lower lip, doing all he can to not join in.

Yuuya glances fearfully to his side to be met with the fierce look in Leona’s eyes.

‘You bastards. I’ll remember this…!’

In response to Leona’s terrifying expression, Yuuya feels a strange sense of relief, which surprises him. Faced with the rage that emanates from Leona, Yuuya realizes that he, himself, has been tense for quite some time.

For how long? And why?

Yuuya smiles without even realizing he does it, and Leona gives him a menacing look. ‘Even you—you’ve got some nerve.’

It is as though Leona may grab him by the collar and lift him into the air at any moment. Yuuya does his best to manage a neutral expression in an attempt to prove that it was not Leona that he was smiling about.

‘Unca Leona…ahaha—ow!’ Ruggie furrows his brows, chuckling all the while. ‘Uhg, laughing hurts.’

‘I’m going to make sure that not a single one of you can ever open your mouths again…!’

‘Hey now—please rest, both of you,’ Jack says, hurriedly pressing down against Leona’s shoulder as Leona attempts to push himself upright in bed.

It is not the kind of commotion that one would expect to walk in upon in an infirmary.

Soon, people identified as Cheka’s guards come to retrieve him, and Yuuya heaves a heavy sigh, sinking back into his bed."

(from the following scene ↓)

“They had to carry Leona to the nurse’s office an’ he was wreckin’ havoc, sayin’ 'I'm fine!’ the whole time.’

‘Oh…that sounds really scary. It might have been for the best that I was unconscious for it.’

Grim gives a deep sigh. It must have been quite a scene.

’They were wrappin’ 'im up in bandages an’ the whole time he was all mad about it, about bein’ treated like he was hurt. But just lookin’ at ‘im—anyone could tell he was, y’know? He wouldn’t listen to a thing anyone had to say, so in the end Vargas and them scolded ‘im and had to force ‘im to lie down.’

‘He was really that upset?’

‘Yeah. He was shoutin’ over an’ over that he’ll beat Malleus the next time. The guy never learns.’

'That’s good—' Yuuya says, and he suddenly realizes the source of his lingering unease. How quiet Leona had been--that's what had frightened him.

Once Leona had accepted his defeat, had abandoned the tournament, his calm demeanor had seemed to be on the verge of resignation. The sight of his blank expression had made Yuuya think that maybe he truly had given up on everything.

His eyes, so gentle, had been filled with loneliness.

His voice had held neither joy nor sadness.

Though Yuuya dislikes confrontation, Leona's silence had seemed to warn of a vulnerability that could lead to something even more terrifying.

With the banishing of that silence it seems Yuuya feels, quite simply, relieved.

Leona had been akin to a piece of art, listless and unmoving. Yuuya finds it strange to realize that he is more at ease with a Leona who shouts and contorts his face in rage."

#twst translations #twisted wonderland #twstnovel2 #Cheka Kingscholar

[moonswolfie]

HQ!! Boys with a poet S/O

hey hey hey guess who's back with a super self indulgent piece of shit fic (i am joking, this is my humour)

also let's just say the reader does not write about cute lightearted things (but if you'd like to see a version where the reader writes cute stuff lmk!!)

so, yk TW for implied mental turmoil and an overall angsty hurt/comfort mood for these

Characters featured: Oikawa, Akaashi, Kageyama, Bokuto, Iwa chan

OIKAWA honestly wouldn't believe that those poems were written by you at first. When you excitedly gave him some of your poems to read, he thought they would be cutesy love poems dedicated to him and only him, not this. "What...? Are they bad?" You seemed worried at his wide-eyed expression. "Baby, are you ...okay?" He asked out of the blue, the genuine worry in his tone knocking the wind out of you. "Hahaha, it feels so weird hearing you say that...!" You tried your best to not let any more laughter escape you. "What?! Am I not allowed to be a good boyfriend now?!" He was offended by your reaction, slightly clutching the poems in his hands. "No, it's just... unusual to see you this concerned about me." You said with a half-smile. You had gotten so used to Oikawa's light-hearted flirty attitude, that you sort of forgot just what kind of person he is. "Just what do you think of me?" He sighed, suddenly pulling you in for a hug. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" All you did was nod, feeling relieved that he understands.

AKAASHI 's eyes would widen gradually as he read the contents of your poem. You gave him 5, but he already feels horrible, and he's only on the first one. He almost doesn't want to believe you wrote this. He becomes worried about you, doing a deep analysis on your poem since he wants to understand every part before approaching you with his worries. The next day when you greet him happily, he simply hugs you. "I'm sorry for not noticing..." is all he says, and though it takes you a bit to understand what he means, you feel overwhelmingly relieved he isn't judging you for what happened. "It's okay, I didn't tell you, you couldn't have known..." you assured him, knowing your boyfriend's tendency to overthink, he would beat himself up if you said nothing. "Next time, please please tell me about things like this. I can't stand the thought of you suffering alone." He squeezed you tighter.

KAGEYAMA is confused. Reading and understanding poems was never his strong suit, but yours are especially confusing to him. You laughed a little at his concentration face, and he handed you your poem back, still confused. "What does this even mean...?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Ahaha, don't worry about it too much... I wrote it like that on purpose." You made your poem vague and messy on purpouse, something you knew Kageyama probably couldn't understand properly. Awkward silence filled the room, and Kageyama silently hugged you all of a sudden. "I don't get why, but I got the random urge to hug you just now..." he mumbled silently, squeezing you in his grip. He must have noticed the sadness behind your voice and just doesn't know how to properly comfort you. "You said that out loud, Tobio." You smiled. "Shit..."

BOKUTO 's smile drops suddenly as he reads your poem. When he found you writing it, he insisted that he must read it no matter what. But what in the world was this? Why were you writing about all this sad stuff? "Babe...." his hands trembled slightly as he looked at you while you were smiling as you usually do. "Why would you say that about yourself?" He was very very saddened right now, and you weren't sure who's going to end up comforting who. You felt your bones being crushed in his impulsive hug. "It isn't true!! You're literally the best person I know!! So don't you dare say that again!!" He put his forearm over his eyes, tears stinging at his eyes. He has to be strong for you, he can't cry now. "Kou-" "I've decided! From today on, you're getting complimented every day!! No excuses!!" He looked very determined.

IWAIZUMI understood the content of your poems very well. And it angered him. Why didn't you tell him this happened?! "Idiot." He let the word escape his lips, clutching the paper in his hands. "You should have told me. I would have protected you." He looked to you. You weren't scared since you knew that your boyfriend was genuinely concerned right now, and that was just his way of expressing it. "Dammit, why do you always insist on keeping your problems to yourself..." he pulled you to his side, looking ahead. "I'll tell you next time..." you looked down to the ground. "You better. Or I'll beat you up." He huffed, but you saw the relief flashing in his eyes. He didn't really show it, but somehow, you could tell his heart sank when he read it.

I'm okay :)

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗ #oikawa tooru x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #oikawa x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader

[crispy-ghee]

Text:

Crispy-Ghee @crispy-ghee.bsky.social:

i know more people would enjoy it if I stopped and I drew my hot boys for a second but I just have not felt up for it. Been feeling weird lately, lil panicky and sad. Unfortunately my coping mechanism is apparently drawing an ugly basketball player.

Reply from Monica:

You know what I enjoy? I enjoy you being a weird little goblin about the things you love and bringing us art that makes you happy. ❤ I'll take a thousand brushy little blonde mustaches over one muscle boy if the mustaches make you smile.

You can tell that I'm fuckin overwhelmed and feeling janky and worried lately because the line "I'll take a thousand brushy little blonde mustaches over one muscle boy if the mustaches make you smile" actually made me start crying a little.

I don't need permission to draw what I want to draw or anything, but I still feel self-conscious and dumb about things some days, not to mention just dealing w/ handling some recent traumatic reminders of shit, that it's just been a lot. People being nice to me in any capacity is really just enough to push me into being emotional right now ahaha

[entertext]

HGSN 24-3

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

Yoshiki: ...Haha

Yoshiki: ...So it was a clichéd human-sacrificing village huh?

Yoshiki: Of course...you'd hide that...

Hikaru: But I don't need heads or anything to grant wishes

Hikaru: Why?

Yoshiki: In the end, the "sin of the Indous"...

Hikaru: I can't remember...That part's still all fuzzy.

Yoshiki: Ugh, there's no one else who was close to Hikaru's dad and seems to know some stuff...

P2

Yoshiki: ...No, there...is one...,but...

--

Principal: And now let us sing the school song

P3

Chorus: Over the blue~~mountain range~~♪

Chorus: Soars Tenbanzan―♪

Hikaru: (It seems like a ton of people's lives have been offered to me.)

Hikaru: (But it kinda makes sense)

Hikaru: (Honestly, if anything, it feels right...)

P4

Hikaru: (If we continue to understand more about Nounuki-sama like this)

Hikaru: (Will we find a way to reduce the impurities?)

Hikaru: (If that happens, will I be able to stay like this for good?)

Hikaru: (The thing that poses the most danger to Yoshiki isn't the impurities, but...)

(sfx: gulp)

(sfx: rattles open)

P5

Asako: How sneaky of you, skipping out on the ceremony

Hikaru: If I say I was taking a dump, they won't get mad

Asako: Summer break starts tomorrow

Hikaru: Yeah, you gonna do the homework?

Asako: I always finish it in the first week, but Yuu-chan always does it in tears on the very last day, haha.

P6

Hikaru: Haha, I'll make sure to do it too. Studying's fun

Asako: Hey, y'know.

Hikaru: Yeah?

Asako: You really aren't Hikaru, are you?

Hikaru: ...

Asako: I saw you on the second floor staircase landing a while back.

P7

(sfx: head scratch)

Hikaru: .... Ah

Hikaru: Asako, y'know...even before...that kind of thing

Hikaru: You really shouldn't say it to me directly...It's stupid

Asako: Yeah

Hikaru: You gonna tell?

Asako: I won't

Asako: Not a soul.

Asako: Hikaru not being Hikaru is scary and weird. Yoshiki knowing that and acting the same as usual is weird, too.

Asako: There's no way I could do that...It's like...everything's weird

P8

Asako: But, y'know...for some reason, I can't bring myself to completely hate the current you, 'Hikaru'.

Hikaru: Even though I messed up your right ear?

Asako: Oh, right, that was you...

Hikaru: I'm sorry about that, Asako. I already promised Yoshiki that I wouldn't do anything to you anymore.

Hikaru: And that I wouldn't kill anyone else...

Asako: Ahaha....you really aren't human.

Asako: Hey...Is Hikaru still alive somewhere?

Hikaru: No.... This body is already a corpse

P9

Asako: Oh

Asako: *sniffles* I kinda already...

Asako: thought that was the case...

Asako: Uugh...

Asako: Uuuuu

(sfx: rubs)

Asako: Uu...uwaaaaah...

P10

Hikaru: (Ah...that's right)

Hikaru: Sorry

Hikaru: (Hikaru should have had everyone be sad over him like this)

Hikaru: (Because I'm here, no one will be sad like this)

Hikaru: (That may be what Hikaru wished for)

Hikaru: (But if I wasn't here, maybe Yoshiki would have been sad with everyone else, and it might not have been as painful as it is now)

Hikaru: (And then maybe everyone would have been able to look forward)

Hikaru: (And think about college and stuff)

Hikaru: (And have fun...)

==

Next chapter: 2024/02/13

Twitter Extra (link):

After becoming 'Hikaru', he has a bit of a tendency to get up close and personal regardless of gender. It's the same as the tendency of humans to quickly pet cats.

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #rip yoshiki having to talk to his dad to solve the horrors (tm) #asako ;_;

[privitivium]

yan, jealous prosciutto x m reader

ive never hyperfixated over prosciutto before. this is new! might be a little unintelligble, wrote in one sitting - apologies!

no nsfw besides very end - kissing, he pushes ice into your mouth.

Out and about, as a sort of celebration.. of sorts. After successfully carrying out a mission, banding together as per usual - the rowdier men of the group had whooped and pleaded.. leaving you, your partner, and his brother held up at the bar..

"Mhmm.." You hum, suspiciously, eyeing the crowds with your hand placed on Prosciutto's hip without concern of anyone seeing. You were a little ditzy, you can admit that.. but you still get the job done - no matter if it's showing someone a good time or assassinating someone with the help of your companions.. you pull away from holding Prosciutto - scooting down the bar and glancing at Pesci before flagging down one of the two bartenders and kindly ordering a drink. A sort of lemonade, you ordered..

"Here, try this." You slide the glass toward the confused green-haired man, grinning cheekily. "Y'look all sad without a drink!" You pat him on the back, chuckling under your breath when you hear him yelp over the speakers. "Drinking water is perfectly fine, but having a little tasty thing is pretty good too.." you nod. Pesci warily eyes the drink - "Don't let anyone bully you about your tastes.." You tell him, hand on his shoulder as if a father lecturing - glazing over his expression. "Especially your brother.." You glance at the aforementioned warily - jokingly, for good measure, who merely scoffs, looking away and taking a sip from his short glass.

"It is just toughening him up.." Prosciutto remarked lowly, a dangerous edge to his voice as he glances at you at the corner of his eye. "In this world.. I thought you of all people would understand that."

"A-Ahaha.. it's all in good fun, you know? My big bro knows best, i take his advice to heart.." Pesci cracked a grin, at ease - you were the one that didn't make fun of him really.. it was hard not to feel so comfortable - especially, knowing his brothers' feelings about you after they accidentally slipped from the blond.. knowing, that he could be your in-law.. made him a little giddy..

"You here by yourself?" She questions, pulling her hair out of her face and tucking it neatly behind her ear. Cut to an hour later - the gang spread out and the trio of the brothers and yourself splitting with a promise of you going back to them after just one little dance.. when you came back, they were no where to be seen - and now, sitting at the bar like a ruffed up outlaw starring in a hit midwest 80s movie, drinking your Shirley Temple when a young woman saunters up to your side and strikes up conversation..

"No, on official business." You wave off, chuckling. cracking a grin and immediately giving away your serious facade. "I'm here with my friends.. they're all here somewhere." You swivel around, swirling your drink lazily as you gesture out into the crowds. "Oh, yeah? No.. girlfriend? What's your type, hm?" Her voice slurs, and you realize how incredibly bad she was at trying to be subtle. Was she even trying??

"Pretty people." You tell her, lifting your glass and bowing your head. The face of a brooding blond coming to mind..

"Am.. I pretty?" She tilts her head, and you narrow your eyes at her.. she was.. you suppose. Pleasing to look at.. her makeup not smudged, done up cleanly in some sort of style you couldn't recognize with her hair straightened and pulled back..

"You.. you're pretty alright.." You reach over, patting her on the shoulder briefly followed by a lame shrug - before immediately slipping off your chair and trying to locate the bathroom - emptying out your drink faster than you had anticipated.. a glimpse of bright blond that turned green in the blue flashing lights catches your eye - Prosciutto! You wave out to him wildly before hastily retreating into the facilities in the dark corner..

Another what, thirty minutes? Spending that in the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and merely admiring the graffiti on the walls.. you came back to the bar where you last saw a glimpse of your partner..

Hrm.. where did Prosciutto go? They were always sticking together, him and Pesci.. and you find the aforementioned man, hanging out with Risotto. Whining, as you question your leader on Prosciutto's whereabouts.. him, barely responding, but otherwise telling you to stay with them for a little bit.. with no Prosciutto? Augh.. no way, man.. questioning the rest, and getting no luck. It was especially surprising with Pesci, not knowing.. hrmm..

Then, moving onto strangers.. you ask several strangers if they had seen a blond man in a suit leave, repeatedly, before a kind, boisterous person steps up with the truth and points you to the door, hollering over the speakers blasting music that'd make you wanna raveㅡ"Went that way! With some chick!"

... uh huh... a little suspicious, but not too suspicious. After checking thoroughly in the crowds and your spread out companions, nothing.. as the crowds were mainly full of people with dark colored hair.. you decide to try your luck and follow the stranger's directions - wanting your partner, and only him in that moment.. you were rather an emotional person, when it comes to drinking.. wanting to be by your partner and all.. his presence soothes you, in a way. You'd think that's normal.. walking.. and walking down the winding alleyways, you would say you're a few blocks away now.. where could he be? You shake your plastic cup of iced soda, taking a sip.. You.. probably got lost.. turned around, like an idiot you berate yourself for being. And-oh. Not to worry. That familiar silhouette.. and the smoke lingering in the air as you grew near. It was so quiet.. soft whimpers could be heard.

"Prosciutto?" You hear your voice - and it sounds weirdly small, as if you couldn't control your tone.. were you scared? No. Couldn't be. You were certain that it was him in the shadows, no reason to be hesitant.. as you slowly sip on your cold drink, shuffling forward in mere curosity and the sight of Grateful Dead hovering over a body on the pavement - holding onto one of their limbs before they began crumbling. Their voice was.. almost nonexistent if not for the gentle gasps of air filling the silence..

"Still pretty?" He murmurs bitterly, glancing up at you from his cool leaning against the dampened brick wall.. inhaling briefly from his cigarette; the burning tobacco illuminating his face, apathetic, before crumbling away. He appears to be waiting for a reaction.. his jaw clenches, and he pinches the cigarette in his fingers, flicking it away - the old woman's still crumbling body a reminder of who she was and what she was doingㅡ

".. still pretty." You clarify, stepping over the body of the young women who was chatting you up just a few moments ago.. lifting your hand and gently placing your palm along his jaw.. slowly guiding his face to yours - ".. very pretty." You smiled cheekily - sly, and in an attempt to flirt with your partner, you wink and end up accidentally blinking in your attempt to be suave. Ahem. Prosciutto reaches out, no warning - and you realize what was in his other hand. A glass cup he had taken from the bar, luring the woman away.. ice.

His freezing cold hand wraps around the back of your neck - roughly bringing you inward to himㅡand he desperately presses his lips against yours, his lips are so cold.. was that an ice cube?? Being pressed into your mouth.. His tongue is cold! The taste of tobacco hitting your lips distracts you, and you eagerly press forward - lips parting completely and practically giving each other mouth to mouth while a body withers away - messily slurping on ice and sharing a few cubes with one another... you couldn't find it in you to feel remorseful as you were liplocking with a rather serious and intimidating man; you would be distracted to if under the influence and then pulled into a heated kiss.. right?.. Hmm.. yes, this is very much a pleasant surprise, however. Trying to find the person you often bugged around the base and was partly infatuated with, just to see him torturing the woman you had made pleasant conversation with.. argh.. are your pants getting tigher?

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