#also i know i'm late to the party but i'm really enjoying word of honor!!! it's weird for me to spell honor without the u LMAO

[buccini555]

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... You were invited by your boyfriend Izana Kurokawa to a night party at the Haitani house, but you ended up making a discovery that destroyed your relationship...

⌕ I m a g i n e s!

𖥻 𝐹𝑡. Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran & Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and Inui Seishu

tw! abusive relationship, izana being an asshole boyfriend, mention of harassment(?), strong words, betrayal, physical and psychological aggression, threats, psychological abuse (in short, don't read if you're sensitive about toxic relationship) I think that's it... (euphoria reference, thank u for this request, anon ♡)

That night, Izana invited you to a Tenjiku celebration at the famous well-attended house of the Haitani brothers, that would be the first time that you and Izana would openly go out as a couple, because of that, you were more excited than ever, even more because your best friend was also invited to accompany Kakucho, your boyfriend's best friend, without rushing too much, you started to get ready in the late afternoon, especially wearing the carmine red dress, a gift given by Izana along with some of the beautiful jewels of crystal from your collection, as night fell, your friend arrived at your house, she looked as stunning as you, so you remained sitting in front of your house waiting for the boys who were already on their way, so Izana and Kakucho didn't They were slow to arrive, coming to pick them up in a luxury car lent by Kokonoi Hajime.

"You look beautiful as always, my pretty queen." Izana said as soon as he got out of the car, going to hug you and give you a warm kiss, after that, he gave your friend a brief hug while Kakucho just smiled at both of them, holding your hand and opening the door for you, everyone entered the car and headed towards Ran and Rindou's house, you realized that you were close to the place when from afar you started to hear loud music, when you finally arrived, you immediately entered the house, everyone stopped what they were doing just to honor the presence of Izana Kurokawa.

"The stars of the party have finally arrived." Ran came to welcome you with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, which was soon passed into Kurokawa's hands, you ended up sitting near the bar and started drinking, Izana pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you while Kakucho remained drinking only watermelon juice, completely distant from your friend who seemed bored.

"Kakucho? I'll teach you how to please a girl." Izana said with a mischievous smile before starting to kiss you, he held your waist firmly and held you in his lap, not caring about running his hand over your body even over the thin fabric of your dress, initially, he was soft in his insistent touch, but, Izana was no longer hesitant about wanting to fuck you right there. "You're a fucking good girl" He whispered.

"P-please, Izana, stop." You said as he kissed your neck and caresse your breasts. "I'm just teaching Kakucho, be quiet, hmm?" He responded, forcing your waist even more on his member that was showing through his pants. "Please, Izana, s-stop."

"Stop, Izana, she's not enjoying it." Kakucho said right away, even though seeing you letting out a few moans made him really excited, the brunette was still careful not to leave you exposed. "Everyone is looking at this shit, control yourself, Izana."

"What the fuck?! I can't do anything at this fucking party." Izana said, leaving you aside and getting up, leaving you, your friend and Kakucho alone. "You know what? I'm going for a walk, stay there."

"I'll go after him." You said, but just as you were about to get up, Kakucho pulled you back.

"He's angry and drunk, it's better to let him calm down." Kakucho spoke in a serious tone, seeming increasingly uncomfortable being in that place.

After a while, your friend ended up leaving to get some drinks on the other side of the party, you found that line strange precisely because you were sitting next to a bar, even so, you ended up not giving it much importance since you were worried about Izana, but, both of your delays started to bother you, so, ignoring Kakucho's speech, you went looking for your boyfriend, walking around the room, you looked for him, when you realized that you wouldn't find him on the main floor, you went up the staircase, finding Kokonoi along with a blonde boy who had a scar on his face.

"Are you looking for Izana? He just entered the room with a weird girl." Kokonoi said, you felt bad for breaking the mood between the two boys when you noticed that the blonde had recent hickeys all over his neck, but knowing that Izana entered a room with a girl automatically made you look at the facts and connect the points in your mind.

"Open the fucking door Izana, I know you're there!" You knocked on the same door until you realized it was open, entering without thinking twice. "What the fuck, do you think I'm so stupid?"

"You're a bastard, Izana, a fucking bastard." As soon as you saw your boyfriend and your best friend together in that damn room, you said. "What kind of friend are you, you fucking bitch?" At that moment, you just went at the two of them, but Izana held you and put you against the wall. "Shut the fuck up, you didn't want to give it to me, but your friend did, glad to know?"

"No scandal, bitch, I don't have the patience for your stupid drama." He said in a full threatening tone, holding your neck hard enough to leave marks, in thatand the moment he let you go, you ran out of the room while Izana just locked the door.

"What's wrong, girl? Are you crying?" Kokonoi said when he saw you crying coming back down the hall, so you just hugged him. "Wha-"

"What the fuck? What happened?" He spoke, trying to understand what was happening.

"Stop being insensitive, Koko! Can't you see she's hurt?" The blonde boy gently pulled you and made you sit on the floor.

"W-Was Izana the one who did that to your neck?" Kokonoi questioned, looking at the wound on his neck with a look of emptiness and concern at the same time. "Fuck."

"C-calm down, are you alone?" The blonde questioned, even though he had never seen you before, he seemed completely worried about your condition, comforting you with a hug, he looked at Kokonoi with the same concern.

"She came with Izana, Kakucho must be responsible for her." Hajime said, still observing all the confusion.

"Then go get him, Koko!" The boy spoke in a serious tone, then Kokonoi went downstairs and went to look for Kakucho.

After walking through the entire hall, Kokonoi saw Kakucho sitting alone next to the bar.

"Kakucho? Come with me now and don't you dare question me why." He said the same thing, approaching Kakucho, who just followed him, thinking that Izana was feeling sick because he had drunk so much.

As soon as Kakucho realized that you were there on the floor crying uncontrollably while Inui hugged you, he felt terrible for letting you go after Izana. "What the fuck is going on? What happened to her? Holy shi-" He became even more worried when he saw your neck.

"You better get her out of here." Inui spoke, moving your hair away from the wound and making it even more visible.

Kakucho bent down and tried to get closer to you, but at that moment, you felt like you couldn't trust him.

"Get away from me!" Tightening your hug to Inui even tighter, you screamed amidst the insistent crying.

"What did they do to her? Izana? ...Shit" Kakucho walked away, looking at Kokonoi and questioning.

"It was Izana's son of a bitch! I don't doubt he hit her." Hajime replied with his head down.

"...He's... A traitor... He's a fucking psychopath." In a low tone, you repeated yourself several times, making the three boys feel even more worried.

"Look at me, I want to help you." Kakucho whispered. "No one is going to hurt you, but you need to calm down." Inui said right after, helping you get up.

"He's your fucking best friend! He is, you knew... I know you knew!" You said again to Kakucho.

"I don't agree with all the shit Izana does, come on, I'll take you somewhere more private." He responded immediately, holding your hand and helping you stay upright.

"Take good care of her, Kakucho, that's the only thing I'll ask of you." Kokonoi gave his last line while Kakucho walked you down the stairs without attracting much attention.

Kakucho definitely didn't want anyone to see you in that state, so he took you to the garden of the house where there was no one, the boy made you sit on the bench and genuinely hugged you even though he knew you were mad at him because of Izana.

"...You're shaking." Kakucho said in a shaky and worried voice.

"I'm sorry so sorry for being rude to you, Kakucho..." Lowering your head and giving in to the hug, you realized that Kakucho was also naive in the whole damn story.

"I-it's okay... I don't want to see you cry, do you want me to take you home?" He walked away for a moment, being careful not to hurt you further.

"K-kakucho..."

"What happened? Does it hurt a lot? I can take you to the doctor, I-I... I don't know." He looked at you worriedly.

"...Izana never liked me, did he?"

"It doesn't matter now! I... I don't know if Izana likes you, but...I do."

"What do you mean, "but I do?"

"Forget about this shit, let's go home, I'll try to take care of you."

"D-did you always like me? What?"

"[Name]... Stop it... I don't want to get in trouble."

"...K-kakucho? Tell me now."

"He's my best friend, I can't, you understand?"

"I'm nothing to him... You know that."

"Fuck this shit..." He said a little before he ended up kissing you, Kakucho honestly wasn't like Izana, you never felt so loved in such a short time with just one kiss.

"Fuck! I'm sorry..."

"Oh? It's okay Kaku..."

"...I'll take you home."

"P-please stay with me for at least tonight."

"I wouldn't leave you alone even if I wanted to..."

It's over

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[pandorasprongs]

EPILOGUE | you and me, always and forever.

'it's nice to have a friend' masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

SUMMARY: jamie and reader go to liv's wedding and after, jamie has a magical moment of his own prepared.

WARNINGS: language

A/N: and welcome to the final chapter and epilogue of inthaf! i can't thank you all enough for reading and enjoying this story, and joining me on this ride. from the title and summary, i think you can tell what's going to happen and i hope you enjoy their happy ending!

"Marry me today, so you can get double the gifts!" Jamie proposed enthusiastically, but you shook your head profusely. Not because you thought it was a bad idea — you two were always trying to come up with ways to get more presents, — but because you knew you were both too young to get married.

Jamie, both disappointed by you turning down his proposal and the idea of more gifts, stands up from where the two of you were seated in the backyard and starts marching back inside the house with purpose. "I'll ask Auntie then if she'll let me marry you!"

"Jamie, you're such a dork! Hold on!" You chased after him.

"Oh, honey it was so sweet and so cute! He was so shy about it, too, you know. And I know you didn't like it when I mentioned it, and you were blushing so much even if you said you didn't want to marry Jamie! Oh, if they could see you two now, on the way to a real proposal this time..." 

Your mom trails off at the end, after going on a whole recap of the first time Jamie proposed to you (four more instances followed, each one getting less and less serious as you two got older).

"Mom, I'm glad you're happy that Jamie and I are together and I know you've been wanting grandkids, but please slow down. It hasn't even been a year!" You remind her, plopping down on your couch in exasperation. 

You're not really sure either how you and your mom got to the topic of marriage. You called her to ask about their travel details since they were coming to visit in a few weeks and you mentioned brownies once, which led your mom down a slippery train of thought.

Your mom sighs into the phone, "Oh sweetheart, you know you and Jamie's relationship has been a long time coming. That boy has loved you since you were kids! I'm surprised he's even waited eight months at this point before popping the question. I mean, don't you want to marry him?"

"Of course, I do!" You answer a lot faster than you intended, so you take a moment before continuing. "It's just that I don't want you to get in my head so much that I end up pressuring Jamie to propose when he isn't ready." Which really was the truth. You and Jamie had never been happier than you were now after you two started dating. 

After he recovered from the injury after the Man City game, Jamie took you on a proper first date. You went to a formal restaurant and had a great time, but the two of you were already hanging out since that morning. The "date" was just the end of an already great day spent with him, and that's usually what most of the days you were together would be like.

Today was just like that, though you would be a little busier compared to your usual days since you'd also be a maid of honor for Liv the whole time.

You glance at the clock and suddenly realize you have to start getting ready to leave. "Mom, I have to go now, but remember to send me your schedule, okay? See you soon, love you," you hang up the phone and head to your bedroom to get your dress ready to pack.

Liv had already organized that the bridal party would be getting ready together and you were now running late. You start bolting for the door when it opens wide and you're greeted by your boyfriend with an identical surprised expression on his face.

"Jamie!" You exclaim, before noticing how he's already in his wedding attire, minus the coat which he had hanging on his arm. He looked incredibly handsome and you almost let yourself get distracted by it, but focus back on the wedding. You can let yourself be distracted later tonight. "You didn't have to be this early. We could've just met up at the venue."

"I know, but I wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend before she got too busy to kiss me," Jamie wraps his arms around you and gently kisses you. You appreciated the gesture and deepened the kiss, but pulled back after recalling the time.

"Well then, since you're here, help me carry my bags to the car." You hand him your duffle bag and grab your purse before you two head out. 

Jamie left his car running, which was amazingly still there when you reached it, and you two headed to the venue together. He had brought you to the place enough times when Liv would call while you two were together so that you didn't have to direct him there.

As you two usually did when you were together, you spent the whole time talking about the events that happened when you weren't. On the way, Jamie narrated the new bizarre training sessions with Roy as their new coach and how he always happened to be the main target of the painful ones, to no one's surprise. You then talked about how one of your students nearly caused a biohazard after knocking over multiple trays of cultured bacteria.

You weren't sure how many stories you exchanged till you finally reached the venue and started heading to where the bridesmaids were getting ready. 

"What're you going to do till the wedding starts then?" You ask Jamie as you reach the room, who simply shrugs.

"Eh, I'll find something. Go on, I'll see you later, love," he kisses you on the cheek and smiles before heading back to the car.

You smile to yourself, before heading into the already hectic dressing room. There were already several people there getting ready, so you silently make your way to Liv to cater to her every need. She was never one to be a bridezilla, but any person would be stressed out on their wedding day, so you wanted to try your best to soothe her worries.

By the start of the wedding ceremony, you were standing in front of a fan to stop all the sweating. You were glad you had already mastered running around in heels with how much you did it that morning alone.

"Okay, we're starting soon," the wedding organizer reminded the party. "Get into positions, please."

You move in line with the other bridesmaids and take the arm of your partner, who you think is one of Freddie's college friends but never really took it upon yourself to get to know him better. He was quite nice, in your limited interactions.

Once the doors open and you start walking, you try and focus on the actual procession, but your eyes immediately start looking for Jamie. You try and be subtle with it, not even moving your head, and you manage to spot him on the left side. When he catches you looking, he gives you a quick wink and you have to hold back a smile as you reach the end of the aisle.

The wedding went smoothly, much to your relief. You had spent most of the vows portion trying not to cry or not to protest when Liv stated that Freddie was her best friend. But it was a beautiful ceremony, so it was worth it.

You were now at the reception and after a quick scare with one of the entrees, you were now relaxing at your table next to Jamie, who had not let go of your left hand since you found him. He had been caressing your fingers and weirdly, it was soothing you.

Because of it, it was easy for him to invite you to dance. Neither of you were much dancers as kids — you discovered as much when you went to most of your school dances together, — but Jamie seemed to have improved enough that he could lead you through the movements.

"Christ, maybe I should take you to some beginner dancing lessons together sometime." Jamie teased, and you faked offense. All he could do was laugh at your reaction before adding, "Learning proper footwork wouldn't hurt."

"You truly are a charmer, babe," You roll your eyes, but still allow him to pull you closer as you continue to slow dance.

As the song ended, you pulled away but kept your hands in his. You smile and he mirrors the expression, but there is something else in Jamie's eyes as he looks at you. You had already seen the look of love from him, but this was different like it was something stronger.

Without thinking, you immediately tell him, "I love you, Jamie." It didn't matter how many times you said it, Jamie still felt the giddy feeling in his chest when the words left your mouth. He'd never felt like that with anyone else, and he hoped it never went away.

"I love you too, (Y/N)," Jamie replied and now you were the one with the warm feeling in your heart. You look away from him for a second and realize that it's almost time for your surprise.

You turn back to him, "I gotta get on stage. I'll see you in a bit."  Jamie looks confused, but you wink at him and start heading towards the microphone.

"Hello everyone, I hope you're enjoying the night so far." You start, drawing everyone's attention to you. Christ, you can't believe you agreed to this, but it beat making a whole speech instead.

"For those who don't know me, I'm (Y/N), Liv's maid of honor! You may now be asking yourself why I'm standing in front of you today. Well, for some backstory, Liv and Freddie had been scrambling for a performance for their wedding a few weeks ago. They then just so happened to pull up some of my old videos from university and decided, hey, why not get a close friend to perform for free, then? So, I've decided to honor their wishes and perform the song that was playing the night they met, becoming the soundtrack to their relationship. This is 'Kiss Me,'"

You spent the entire performance making sure you didn't mess up and finally, luck was on your side. Liv and Freddie never looked happier to be in the middle of the dance floor, as if they were reliving the first time they saw each other. That was enough motivation to continue the show, making sure you hit every note.

After everyone claps for you, you make your way down the side of the stage, where Jamie had been waiting for you. Without another word, Jamie takes you in his arms and kisses you deeply. You're lucky you were in the corner of the room, otherwise you'd have to deal with everyone's whistles and 'oohs and aahs.'

"What was that for?" You say breathlessly after pulling away and Jamie just smirks.

"You've been singing it for the past three minutes. Didn't you want someone to kiss you?" He points out and you can't help but laugh.

"Yes, very much so." You affirm.

You two head back to your seats and for the first time, you can just sit back and enjoy the wedding, while also promising yourself that you won't be a bridesmaid again till you get married. 

"Okay, it's time for the bouquet toss!" Liv announces and the women at the wedding start crowding in the middle of the room. 

You sigh and look at Jamie, who simply smirks and nods toward the group. "Go on, love. You have to be one with the team, right?" You stick your tongue out at him, before getting up from your chair and standing at the back of the group. Lessens the chances of catching it.

But they're never zero. As Liv tosses it up, it seems like it was aimed towards you and before you knew it, the bouquet was in your hands. It takes a second to sink in before Liv starts squealing at the sight and you're brought back to your senses.

The girls start circling around you and you can hear some of the guys start teasing Jamie, who seemed unfazed by it all. Once the crowds disperse, you walk back over to your boyfriend with an amused look on your face.

"Well then, Jamie. Guess you have to start getting ready then." You tease, simply just to mess with your boyfriend. You laugh before he pulls you in and wraps an arm around you.

Little did you know, he's been ready all night. And truthfully, Jamie had been ready all his life. In the past, he never understood what people meant by marrying your best friend, but now he did. He understood it clearer than ever.

As the party starts to die down and people start to depart, you decide it's time to get some rest too. You walk over to Liv and Freddie to bid them goodbye and both newlyweds hug you tightly as a show of gratitude.

"Really, thank you so much," Liv repeats and you just smile at her. Your best friend looks right past you, but before you can follow her line of sight, she asks, "But before you go, could you get my purse in the dressing room?"

You agree, thinking nothing of it since you had seen Liv leave a bit earlier, but the moment you leave the reception hall, Liv and Freddie move closer to Jamie. "Is everything ready?" Liv asks and Jamie nods confidently.

Some of his teammates as well as Roy and Keeley had been working all day to decorate his house. Like he always was, Jamie was stubborn about how he wanted it to be designed, which is why so many of them had to come over and why he made them update him with pictures every hour.

But weirdly enough, the whole day, he's felt relatively calm. There were nerves, sure, but being with you was already enough to relax him. Jamie had no doubt in his mind that he wanted to marry you and was sure you wanted the same.

"Okay, make sure to keep your back straight when you kneel. It looks weird in the pictures when you're hunched over," Freddie reminded him and Jamie nodded in acknowledgment. 

There weren't going to be any pictures though, since Jamie knew you wanted it to be private. And frankly, with how much of his life was open to the public, he wanted something like this to be just for the two of you.

But of course, the carefree feeling didn't last long. As you were on the way home, the anxiety started to rise up in Jamie and he decided to keep one hand in yours to try and calm him down. You had started to notice him getting fidgety, so you started caressing his hand with your own like he did earlier.

"Hey, let's just stay at my place tonight. It's nearer to the venue and it's pretty late, anyway." Jamie had pointed out before you got in the car and you didn't see any reason to argue. 

You spent half your time there anyway and have been victim to Roy Kent waking you up at ungodly hours for Jamie's training, where many times you've stopped yourself from pulling Jamie closer to stay with you because you knew he'd give in and the knocking would never stop. You loved Jamie, but you loved your peaceful sleep more.

Maybe it was the stress of the day getting to you, but you truly didn't notice anything too out of the ordinary from Jamie. When you pulled up to his house and got out of the car, you still hadn't suspected anything. Jamie rushed ahead to the front door though, which you did find interesting considering he never cared how his house looked before.

As you reach the door, he comes back out carrying a blindfold and you're alarmed. "Jamie! We're still outside, oh my god!"

He stifles a laugh, "It's not that! Christ, when did you become so dirty? I just have a surprise for you. Come on," he slowly wraps it over your eyes and you keep a hand on him as he guides you through the house by your waist.

"Okay, one more step... and there," By the feeling of blades of grass making it into your heels, you know you're in the backyard though it feels a bit warmer than it should be in October.

Jamie finally takes the blindfold off and reveals his backyard, though it's decorated with candles all over and a string of fairy lights hanging above you. There are other strings too, and as you look closer, it's photos of the two of you with some writing from Jamie in the corner of them. He gives you time to look around and you pick out some of the pictures. 

One was from the first football match of his that you ever attended, with your mismatched gloves and hot chocolate. We had such small hands then.

I knew I loved you in the dairy aisle of the grocery, was written in the corner of a photo Jamie took of you after your failed first date when you two were 15. You had wiped off your make-up but were still in your dress as you sat in the cart.

Annoying bloke, but thank Dani for taking this photo. A more recent one from when you first agreed to be Jamie's girlfriend on the way home from the Man City game. Despite the celebrations, you happened to fall asleep, so the photo has you sleeping and resting your head on Jamie's shoulder with your boyfriend scowling at the camera and cradling your head.

Did you see this coming, love? The photo was taken recently you suspect because it's you with your back to the camera while seated on the couch and Jamie showing off the ring box and sticking his tongue out.

You turn back at Jamie, who looks incredibly pleased with himself but even then, you can still detect the small traces of nerves on his face. You run back to him and plant your lips on his, and he happily reciprocates the kiss.

He pulls back and steadies you, before starting, "Look, you've always been so much smarter than me, so I'm sure you know where this is leading. But please, let me have my big speech, yeah?" You laugh but nod and allow him to go ahead.

"I love you. I'll never get tired of telling you. I never told you how much I wanted to be your friend when you first moved in next door. I thought, this girl seemed so smart and pretty, and she would be a good person to play football with. I was right, but you were so much more, too. You were what anchored me in the world, one of the only people that I was never afraid to be myself with. In the best and worst moments, you were always the first person I wanted to be with."

"Looking back on those memories made me realize there wasn't just a moment where I fell for you because I just always have. You owned my heart before either of us knew it. Even in the hard times when we struggled, when I became a different man and broke your heart, you were still the one in mine. And for all that I put you through, I don't think a million sorry's will ever be enough. But you forgave me anyway and now, I have a chance to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you wholeheartedly. I know it's only been a few months, but I can't imagine my life anymore without you. Everyone knew it since we were kids, but the moment I saw you in Nelson Road again, I knew it too. It was always going to be us, (Y/N)."

Jamie lets go of your hands and gets something from his jacket pocket. He kneels down and shows you the ring box. "Now, before I open this, I picked out two rings. You get to pick which one you'll wear, okay?"

You're surprised at this, but you decide to nod anyway. Jamie reveals the first ring, which was inside the box, and it's the first plastic ring he gave all those years ago. You burst out laughing and simply can't believe what he'd done. Only Jamie would pull something like this while proposing.

"So, what do you think?" He pulls it out of its position and holds it up to you.

"I think... this one might be a bit too small for me, Jamie." You point out and Jamie fakes disappointment, before tucking it in his pocket.

"Well then, good thing I'm always prepared." He then pulls out the actual ring. A silver one, with small petals engraved as if to replicate a plant, with the bud of the flower being substituted with the diamond in the middle. It was a small but beautiful cut, and you were always one for the simpler things. It was the perfect ring.

The sound of your full name moves your attention back to Jamie as he prepares himself to say the words he's been practicing in the mirror for the past three months, to you now. "Will you marry me?"

You kneel down in front of him to look him straight in the eye. You cradle his face with your hands before saying, "Jamie Tartt, you are the biggest dork in this world for this. And yes, I will marry you."

Jamie lets out a sigh of relief and smiles, before slipping the ring onto your finger. He immediately kisses you after, cradling your face this time. You two get up again without separating before Jamie separates just to carry you in his arms, bridal style.

He kisses you once again, and says, "I knew I was irresistible to you."

You laugh and roll your eyes, "You were the one on your knees for me."

You lean in to kiss him this time, and after, Jamie rushes back inside the house for you two to celebrate the start of the rest of your life together.

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I love Raphael from BG3.

He's a complex character and I absolutely adore every take I've seen and the different prospectives on his character from the fandom.

I also signed the petition for the romance route. But honestly speaking: I want an ending where Tav/Durge/OC gets to decide join him in conquering the 9 layers of hells. I don't even care if it's only as a foot soldier! Or even better, a maid! I honestly would still enjoy it nevertheless.

So. This made me think: what would be like to work under Raphael?

(This is my personal take, so don't come at me please, I have anxiety. Also, I might have gone really deep into the argument in my own way, have mercy.)

(Spoilers under the cut for act 2, 3 and post final boss)

Generally speaking + surviving methods: we get some details from the game already on how Raphael's behaves as a boss. He can be absolutely cruel and straight up torture you if you screw up big time or even small time (or in the case of Hope, he'll keep you in his basement if you don't play along with his whims and refuse to submit). He could scorch your fingers for minimum mistakes (like we read in the house of hope, pardon me I don't remember if it was a diary or not, where he described the performances of the people working under him). What these minimum mistakes could be? For how I see it, it could be when one of his warlocks/debtors are late, or they aren't dressed the part, or they accidentally knocked something down, ect.

Raphael strikes me as the tipe who wants everything to be perfect in his standards at every moment. He also loves to have everything and everyone around him under control, and he is more or less quick to anger; so to survive, the worker would need to be an expert in his mood swings too, and they would need the capacity to dose their words well in some situations. Raphael would want perfection, so the worker should at least be good at covering up their mishap unless they want to join the lemurs.

Would bootlicking work? I think he's not so stupid to not realize when people are sucking up to him, so I believe it could be fine depending on the situation. I also think the bootlicking shouldn't be too obvious or he may think the person in front of him is making fun of him and that could result in death. Or worse: it's hell, who knows what could happen there.

Of course I believe he can be a gentle boss as long as you live up to his standards: something that is almost impossible, and I say almost since Korilla exist. That woman got her fingers scorched a few time and that was it, and I'm pretty sure she's the only one who didn't get punished more severely.

Korilla is the idol of every loyal worker to Raphael, I can bet my soul on that! Everyone who works with her envies her and/or take example from her.

Long story short: if you want to survive while working under Raphael, be Korilla. ʕ　·ᴥ·ʔ👍🏻

Post ending: durge and co have defeated the Nether brain and it's now time to fulfill the deal and give the crown to Raphael.

Now, speaking of the game. I'm going to use Durge because it's my durge Iris that would be crazy enough to sell her soul to be a servant of Raphael. That drow is batshit crazy, but that's a story for another post.

So Raphael comes to collect his crown at Wither's party, and durge not only kneels to give it to him, but they also ask to be granted the honor of working under him in order to see the Archdevil Supreme Raphael's triumph! Raphael would accept and create a new contract, I believe.

Your Durge has accepted Bhaal? No problem! They just have to tell daddy dearest that mortals aren't a worthy sacrifice, so they decided to start their murder spree with devils! Hey, besides it's a war in the hells, there is no place for morality there, so Durge could go crazy without restrain. I believe in this case Raphael wouldn't trust Durge to remain loyal to him and put aside Bhaal's orders, so he would take precautions in any case. Whatever your Durge would want to betray Raphael in the end or not, it would add more spice to the already complicated situation in the hells and in their relationship, whatever it is. I like to think how the situation could lead to a delicious psychological dark romance! In this case I imagine Raphael using every chance to subtly remind Durge who's boss. And unless Durge really enrages him, I don't think he would stop being polite, especially because it was Durge who gave him the crown. My ideal ending if this scenario would be Durge usurping Bhaal and take his place as the God of murder, while also being married to the Archdevil Supreme of the nine hells, Raphael. ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ💅🏻

If your Durge is a resist Durge? In this case things would be less violent and I believe Raphael would be less wary of them in general, tho in the case of a contract, I doubt he would be as kind as he was before when he needed something from them. Now they're his to command, he's not just a simple ally to them anymore. So Durge would need to be Korilla 2.0. And as much I'd like the contrary, I don't think Raphael would have someone work closely under him without a contract. So, yet again, praise Korilla for her existence.

Long story short again: be Korilla. ᕦʕ •ᴥ•ʔᕤ

If you've read everything, just know that I love you🪅

P. S: I would work for him as a maid who cleans just to enjoy all the drama while being in the sideline. Just let me be a random NPC who cleans and secretly simps for their boss lol.

P.p.s: I love you Korilla, please just a chance!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 raphael #this is a long essay and the point is that i want to be Raphael's personal maid #Korilla is underpaid #bg3 korilla #korilla hearthflame #house of hope #bg3 durge #resist durge #bg3 ocs #bg3 scenarios

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Stranger Things

time may change me by kuhaperuna

After the Battle of Starcourt, Steve wakes up back in school the day Barb disappeared; only this time, she survives because Steve knows more than he should. Trying to save everyone is either the bravest decision he has ever made, or the stupidest.

Who Ya Gonna Call? Steve Harrington! by ReginaNocis

It started with Dustin showing up at Scoops Ahoy! with a flushed face and an old walkie-talkie. Dustin thrusted the old walkie into Steve’s hands without a word, then turned on his heel and left as quickly as he’d come inside.

(AKA Five times Steve was there for the Party when they needed him, + one time the Party was there for Steve when he needed them.)

The Witcher

The Devil Go With All by KHansen

The sorceress levels him with a stern look that he returns defiantly, keeping his chin raised and his eyes trained on hers. It hits her then, who this child reminds her so thoroughly of, and she feels a wave of exasperation followed by giddy glee at the fate that befell the bard before her. If her hunch is correct, then the child is none other than the Master Bard Jaskier.

When Yennefer comes across a seven-year-old Jaskier, filthy and starving in the woods, she takes him back to Kaer Morhen to help him recover and also figure out who cursed the bard and how to fix it before it's too late and he's stuck reliving his entire life.

Marvel

cracked halves by Scarlet_Ribbons

"So… what is this?" Deadpool asks faux-brightly, even though he looks like he might lose it.

Peter takes a deep breath, willing his voice not to crack. "It's, um. Hot water with salt and oregano so I can trick myself into thinking it's soup."

(It starts with food. As with most things regarding Deadpool, it hardly ends there.)

Clone Wars

Crashing Down by Oakwyrm

Marshal Commander Cody of the 7th Sky Corps is, despite his reputation, mortal. When a severe injury threatens his life and his continued ability to function should he recover, protocol states he should be sent back to Kamino. It does not explicitly state that he would likely be decommissioned, but his vode all know how to read between the lines.

General Kenobi’s response is equally predictable.

I'm Not Safe Outside Your Arms by shipNslash

"Darth Sidious is dead," Anakin whispers, voice breaking. "Oh." Obi-Wan sucks in a shuddering breath. "Oh. He's gone." Anakin makes a pained noise and releases one of his master's wrists to tap-tap against Obi-Wan's forehead with an index finger. "He's dead, Obi-Wan. But he's not gone." -_-_-_- "Are you alright? Have you had any…?" Cody trails off, either unable or unwilling to finish. It doesn’t matter. They all know what he’s talking about. "No." Wooley leans in a little. "We've been fine, sir." Cody frowns. "Good days?" "Average," Boil says over Obi-Wan's head. Average does not mean good, Obi-Wan knows.

what's left of you in the end by lux_arcana

One year, two months, and eight days ago, the United Planet of Melidaan declared an end to their Civil War. Instrumental in creating this peace was Obi-Wan Kenobi, honored member of the Young's fighting force that brokered the treaty between the warring factions, both Melida and Daan, Elder and Young.

In one universe, Qui-Gon Jinn took Obi-Wan Kenobi home. In others, he didn't. In one, he was taken the day after peace was declared.

Obi-Wan never came home after Melida/Daan. Not really. He left part of himself there, and another part on the forsaken planet he spent the better part of a year on. He was putting himself back together, piece by piece, but it's hard to clean up after you've already shattered. (AU of Obi-Wan's Padawan years, where he was formally repudiated by Qui-Gon Jinn and then found by Master Fay. Heavy focus on trauma recovery and the aftermath of war and slavery; not Qui-Gon Jinn friendly.)

getting up (while you're down) by glimmerglanger

The galaxy was punishing Cody.

He didn’t know what he’d done, but, then again, in his experience the galaxy didn’t need a reason to exact punishment on someone. Things just happened, and then people had to deal with them.

OR, the one where Obi-Wan suffers a series of wardrobe malfunctions, and Cody suffers for it.

#i've been meaning to post this for over a week now but i kept getting distracted #my bad?? #weekly fic round up #fic recs #my posts #stranger things recs #marvel recs #witcher recs #sw recs

[miqotepotatoe]

Ninjago Amphibia Dumbass Swap: Hopping Mall

AKA, Cole and Sprig bond over dead moms

WC: 872

Night soon fell over Newtopia as the Plantar family slept in their shared hotel room. Well, until Sprig awoke, a nightmare drawing the young frog child out of the land of sleep. He looked over to the bed next to him, seeing Hop-Pop and Polly sound asleep. He then realized that it was just him in the bed, his bestie/unofficial adoptive older brother standing by on the balcony, fiddling with the lantern he bought earlier that day. 

Cole had been acting…off to say the least today. Sure the human teen was always a little bit serious, but today he seemed as if something was bothering him. Sprig wondered if it had something to do with his home realm. The young frog hopped over to the balcony, and sat down next to the black clan teen. Cole quickly noticed Sprig's presence, glancing over at the curious frog before returning to fiddling with his lantern.

"It's a tradition back in Ninjago, to light a lantern on the Day of the Departed."

Sprig listened as his friend from afar as he spoke of his home. He'd like to visit Cole's world one day, from the way the ninja described it, it sounded like a wonderful world.

"We light the lanterns to honor those who're departed, to keep their memory alive. It's a day to spend with loved ones, friends or family. Normally I'd spend the day with the other ninja or my dad, but well…I'm stuck here until King Andrias and Jay figure out how to make the music box work. FSM they must be worried sick about us." 

The Earth Ninja looked down at the lantern in his hands, homesickness in his mismatched tired eyes. As much as he enjoys being in Amphibia, it's not Ninjago. He misses the other ninja, Master Wu, his dad. Why didn't he listen to Lloyd when he told everyone not to touch the music box? Sure he's not alone, he's got the Plantars, Jay and Kai. But Jay was busy helping the king and he hasn't heard anything from Kai since events at Toad Tower. 

"Who're you lighting the lantern for?" Sprig asked, curious but cautious he may be poking his nose where it doesn't doesn't belong.

"My mom." The human responded. "She passed away when I was young from an illness that couldn't be cured. Her death sorta…strained my relationship with my dad. He'd rarely be home, often out partying with his quartet while I was left to take care of the house and myself. It wasn't until after I ran away and met Wu that I learned people grieved in their own ways, despite how unhealthy some of those ways of grieving may be."

Cole continued to talk about his family, Sprig continued to listen, the two boys gazing up at the star filled sky and crimson moon above them.

"There was still a lot I didn't know about her. What a coincidence that I was invited to a kingdom where my mom was hailed as a legendary hero by the people who lived in the mountains. And I guess in a way I also became a hero to them, living up to her legacy and keeping the promise we made."

Tears began to well up in the Earth Ninja's eyes. "I'll always miss her, and do my best to live up to her legacy." 

Sprig scooted a little closer to Cole as he wiped his eyes, apologizing to the young frog. Sprig didn't mind, it's nice to open up your heart to close friends. "Your mom sounds really cool. It's nice that you knew her." Sprig began to fiddle with the pom-pom on his nightcap, a thing he does when he's usually nervous. "Mine passed away when me and Polly were really young…"

Cole shot a sympathetic but understanding look at the young pink frog next to him. He opened his heart up about his late mom, and now it was Sprig's turn. "I don't even remember what she looked like really, much less the sound of her voice. Y'know I've always wondered, can you miss someone you never actually knew?" Sprig chuckled drying at his own question. "That's silly, I mean of course you can't-"

The boy's words were cut off by a sudden hug from the ninja. Tears suddenly welled up in Sprig's eyes. Despite how different the two boys were, the loss of their moms was something they had in common, despite how touchy the subject may be. 

"Well, if you wish you could light this lantern with me. So we can honor your mom too." Sprig gladly accepted Cole's offer. And so they lit the lantern and sent it floating off into the starry sky. From afar they could see another lantern being sent off, most likely from Jay, honoring and remembering his birth parents. Cole wondered if Kai was doing the same, wherever he was. 

Sprig's eyes were still wet with tears, still a little down after the whole dead mom heart to heart the duo just had. The kid needed a little perk up, luckily Cole knew just what story to tell him.

"Hey Sprig, you wanna hear the story on how I got my cool, green scar?"

#ninjago #amphibia #ninjago au #amphibia au #ninjago fanfiction #amphibia fanfic #cole brookstone #sprig plantar #two good boys bonding over dead moms #and what better way to cheer up your frog little brother then to tell him the story on how you got revived

[monogatcri]

TAGGED BY: @erabundus ( thank you, sweet bean! ) TAGGING: whoever hasn't done this! I'm late to the party.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: ❝ Niwa! Nobody has ever really referred to me by my given name since my parents ; they're the last people who spoke it without the attachment of our surname. ❞

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?: ❝ Niwa Hisahide, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  ❞

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?: ❝ I received it for my birthday? ❞

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: ❝ I'm not on my own, if that's what you're asking. I'm not romantically involved, but I am not alone.  ❞

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?: ❝  As it stands, I am powerless, ❞ which is a partial lie, considering the delusion he keeps beneath the collar of his shirt as a means to avoid others noticing its existence. ❝ However, this doesn't mean I am lacking in skills with the sword ; I've trained with it my entire life ever since I could walk. ❞

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: ❝ Brown. Haha, I guess...they're not as cool as some eyes I've seen... ❞

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?: ❝ This is all natural! I know, it's hard to believe but I was born with this red streak in my hair, and it's never come out -- and it continues to grow! ❞

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?: ❝ As of now, I only have one family member remaining from my past, but I am in possession of a descendant. They are my everything. ❞

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: ❝ I do wish I could have one, but I am not able to watch over something that requires attention as much as an animal will. ❞  he'll gladly spend his time with any that come near, petting them and enjoying their presence.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE: ❝ Bitter things. ❞  the sheer sensation on his tongue makes his entire face scrunch up like a paper unfolded after being crumpled up. It's horrible! He'd rather be stabbed again than deal with a second of that revolting flavor! ❝ I also hate doctors from the Fatui. ❞

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?: ❝ I've lost a way to really contribute to a majority of my old hobbies: playing the flute, bladesmithing, performing true kenbu, but...I do have the ability to practice sword fighting, calligraphy, drinking tea to pass the time and some...singing. ❞ last word uttered in near inaudible whisper.

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?: ❝ Intentionally, unintentionally, and not of my own consent. ❞

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?: ❝ More times than I wish to count... Killing is not a source of my pride, but there are times when you cannot avoid it when you have people to protect. ❞

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?: ❝ I've always felt connected to the kitsune that wander about around Tatarasuna ; they were known to enjoy the company of strangers and, at times, people would say they were here to watch over us from the Lady Guuji herself.  ❞ Of course, that felt contrived and absolutely untrue with how the past turned out.

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS: ❝  I work until my fingers ache far too often, but once I've got a task in mind, I am remiss to cease working on it until it's been completely completed. ❞

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?: ❝ ...No, not anymore. ❞   All those he had ever looked up to were dead and gone, memories that wouldn't really serve to benefit himself if he continued to tilt his head back to them ; they were worthy of being honored, but he cannot look up to those of a stagnant nature. Perhaps, there is one, but he doesn't feel right uttering the name aloud to strangers.

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?: ❝ I like everything.  ❞ bisexual king.

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?: ❝  I've always dreamed of attending the akademiya, but that's not a dream so easily obtained for a bladesmith from Inazuma... Plus, I've heard some horror stories about the scholars, so I'm a bit wary. ❞

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?: ❝ I've technically already been a father -- I was a father before I was a father as well, haha. Of course, if I could have a second chance at having a child again, I'd love to ; Hoshi wasn't raised by my hands, so I hope that, if I were to have another, this one will have a parent they can know never will abandon them... ❞ Because both of his other children thought he had, so a silent fear radiates within that there could always come a third opportunity.

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?: A laugh, boisterous and unrelenting -- fans? him? That's honestly too much for someone of his status to conjure up any mental image! Imagine: people cheering for him and speaking his name in praise! ❝ I'm not someone who is worthy of fans! ❞

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?: ❝ Everyone has fears. I'm not certain which of mine take precedence over the other... Perhaps: am I a danger and this second chance is only meant to cause pain to others? I am grateful to breathe oxygen, to touch grass, to explore lands I've never seen, but I can't say I'm convinced my revival comes without strings attached. ❞ 

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?: ❝ This outfit! ❞ Hand waves over himself in dramatic gesture, then he grins, ❝ Do you like it? ❞

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: ❝ I love what I have left of my family... ❞ Romantic love? He's never felt what that's like, however.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?: ❝ Sword. ❞ Sansaku of Isshin Arts! He'd have to bow his head in shame if he ever put down his blade for any other weaponry, even if he has crafted others from orders.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?: ❝ ... ❞  ...How many did he have? One? Two? Several? It's impossible to tell...

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?: ❝ I'm going to be disappointed if you finish this question and there's no pie -- ❞ he may or may not be glancing about, silently praying there is one. Once he notices there isn't, his mouth goes into a noticeable pout. Rude.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?: ❝ Tea, the sweeter the better! ❞

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?: ❝ My favorite place no longer exists. ❞ It's turned into a village of ashes and cretins.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: ❝ A little bit. ❞ For murder's sake.

31. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?: ❝ The ocean was always closer and the memories of it are more present in my mind. ❞ Sentimental.

32. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?: ❝ Type of what? ❞  Of sword? Of art? Of food? Of wordplay? Of theater? Of --

33. ANY FETISHES?: ❝ You lack decorum... Refrain from inquiring that again. ❞

35. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?: ❝ Indoors for safety. Outdoor camping is a risky maneuver for anyone not acquainted with an area they're in: wildlife and bandits are not kind to the unprepared or unfortunate. ❞

36. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?: ❝ ...Thank you for your time ; it was mostly a pleasure, until you asked about my sexual preferences! ❞ It's clear that he's ready to end this, the overstepping of boundaries indicative to his reasoning.

#* // ♦︎ 001. — › I C #* // ♦︎ 012. — › M A N N E R I S M S #* // ♦︎ V3. — › HEART FROM IRMINSUL #// mama mia that was LONG #// totally didn't bother making quotes bigger like I normally do because there was no way #// also niwa will absolutely become clipped if someone tries to talk sexually to him and he knows that's what they're doing #// it's that politeness that you can tell is teetering on the edge of snapping #// there's thinly veiled tenseness and a 'you should leave' aura

[corgoship]

26, 31, 37 and 40 for the ask game

Thank youuu!! Thoughts freshly out of the oven because I just finished watching the last episode (so far) yesterday~

[gifs aren't mine]

26. Fav non romantic relationship in the show

Ooooh this is a tough one. I have to say I really enjoyed Mike and Nacho...

From the beginning, where Mike saved him from a wrong decision and helped him execute his plan, almost being a mentor to him, to the way Mike stood up for Nacho in front of Gus... He really cared about him, seeing how badly he wanted to get away from that life, but the way it ended for him, a tragedy... Mike's reaction was really sad. And I do think later on Jesse reminded him of Nacho in more than a few ways (same) and luckily this time around it worked out.

Other ones I really liked were: Mike and Kaylee, Howard and Chuck, Jimmy and Chuck (the angst), Nacho and his dad, Nacho and Lalo (you said non romantic though duh). Oh and Jimmy and Marco was fun too.

31. Favorite character

Normie tumblr girl moment but KIMBERLY WEXLER!!!

I love Kim so much! I don't talk about her enough but she's so aehfiehfkdj like. She is Jimmy's partner (in crime) but he never steamrolls over her because she knows when to tell him off ("Jimmy, you are always down") and it's almost like she's his moral center in the beginning of the show... but then begins her gradual moral decay when they take the piss out of Ken Wins... and in the end here she's the one orchestrating Howard's downfall? Getting off on it too? Insanity. I'm so scared for her. She's also super smart and competent and brave! When she stood up to Lalo my jaw dropped! She was ready to go look for Jimmy out in the desert all on her own! And the fact that she takes on pro bono cases and helps the little guy. So many feelings about Kimmy i'm all bubbly just thinking about her... may she never girlboss too close to the sun. Also she's hot so there's that.

Other honorable mentions: I really like Jimmy too, Nacho makes me sad, Lalo makes me wanna bite through a neck, and I really started to like Howie lately (clown moment).

It's kinda interesting to me how Gus doesn't shine that much in BCS, he's one of my favs in BrBa. Mike got a lot of attention in BCS and that's awesome (esp. like him with Kaylee).

37. Best montage

Another normie moment but Something Stupid lives in my head rent-free. I got the song stuck in my head and I've been listening to it a lot lately (it's so damn catchy and soothing!).

As for the montage itself. god. Love the way it's shot - the split screen, the barrier that's between Jimmy and Kim, their different lines of work, their daily routines... and yet they love each other. without ever saying the words. It reminds me of their wedding too, how it's all practical on the surface, but I bet it makes them both very happy (it makes me very happy too).

40. Best song they used in the show

Something Stupid is up there but I have to go with The Winner Takes It All because I love ABBA and the scene itself breaks my heart!

It's my favourite flashback, I think. I didn't expect Chuck to show up again and the way this scene plays to both his and Jimmy's characters and their relationship is so visceral. There's so much to unpack there but here's the highlights:

-how jimmy is the "party animal" and how reserved chuck is

-we know jimmy can sing or at least that he's got some musical hearing so i highly doubt he wouldn't sing that bad on purpose. i think he just wanted chuck to get up there and have a good time

-chuck doesn't want it at first but he gets into it probably because he's being baited by jimmy's horrible singing and he slays

-they have some very sweet moments there together and then jimmy steps back, mission accomplished, and it's just,, just,,,

-the aftermath when we see chuck taking care of jimmy once... he's capable of that... and we are left to wonder why did it have to go so horriblg wrong..... pain.

-also kim in the flashback is so cute that is all

#better call saul #bcs #ask game #THANK YOU FOR ASKING #kim wexler #asks #lachotakesitall #long post #bcs spoilers #better call saul spoilers

[howdytherepardner]

end of 2023 music round-up

read this in docs | most listened 2023 | the Mountain Goats Digest

Order of contents:

Artists with major releases not from this year that I've really been enjoying

Albums worth noting

An extended aside on Sufjan Stevens' artistic output this year

Favorite Songs

Favorite EPs

Favorite Albums

It should be noted that entries in each category are not listed in order per se, but typically the things that show up later are the things I felt stronger about. Also, there is basically no overlap between categories (fav songs are not on fav albums, e.g.) for the sake of keeping discussion about a given project contained to one section. I tease more about my feelings on songs in Albums, albums in Songs where I have something to say about them in depth.

Also: there's so much good stuff from this year I haven't listened to. So sorry about that.

~

Artists Without Huge 2023 Releases, Nonetheless Apart of My Year

Ken Pomeroy

After watching the penultimate episode of Reservation Dogs, I was furiously googling what song was playing during the credits, and only realized a few weeks later that the artist had posted noting that "Cicadas" was not yet released. When it does come out, it stands to be my favorite song of that year, but in the mean time, 2021's Christmas Lights in April is a truly beautiful work. Whatever folk-acoustic-country genre you want to put on it, it's a phenomenal display of songwriting and performance that really shows that Pomeroy is worth watching and supporting. This year, she released the single "Pareidolia" (also featured on Rez Dogs) which I liked.

Louis Cole

It might be a bit of a boring take to say that a Grammy-nominated album (this year) and song (last year) are good, but that description clouds the experience of 2022's Quality Over Opinion. Cole is not concerned with a particular consistency across the 20 tracks other than quality - with the tender acoustics of "Not Needed Anymore" to the harsh spoken word of the introduction, the straight forward dance-jam of "I'm Tight" to the searing shreds of "Bitches." Indeed, the only vision for the record is Quality, and I think Cole exceeds that standard. I might always have a soft spot to put tracks from Time ahead, hitting me when I had maybe a tad more neuroplasticity. But my first time hearing "Let it Happen" blew me to absolute pieces - I can't recommend enough.

Emmy The Great

Emma-Lee Moss retired the project earlier this year, in her words "a costume [she] put on at the age of 21." (x) It's hard to really describe the way this makes me feel, especially as a late-comer to the party, but good God, it evokes something strong. I listened to April senior year of college and it has remained uniquely attuned to my experiences navigating newly "real" adult life, especially in the cities I've lived. The sound of Virtue takes me back to the aesthetics of naughts, and the lyrics bring me to the worries of lives that I have yet to live. And Second Love, well, it just really crystallizes the wanting that I seem to place myself within, "Constantly."

So I feel conflicted about its end. Were it more popular, were streaming services not stripping income from artists, would there be greater reason for it to persist? Perhaps, but I do suppose nothing can go on forever. Moss seems focused on moving forward, and I'm excited to see where she goes. In the meantime (ie my 20s), I will be spending a lot of time with all that she's shared over the years as Emmy.

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Albums Honorably Mentioned

Radial Gate - Sluice

I didn't know anything about Justin Morris's project until I saw them as an opening act back in May. Even with a chattering crowd between the stage and me in the back of the venue, their songs still reached my mind and hit in a strange and beautiful way. Radial Gate resonates, in my experience, with the long moments that come in contemporary young life in rural places. A pinch of emo gives just enough edge to the folk foundations of the project to bring a lot of intrigue.

Aperture - Hannah Jadagu

Jadagu is synced with the beating heart of 'bedroom pop,' but to extend the metaphor she is really working as lungs for the genre - taking in fresh air to give new life, and exhaling strong gales of intention in each track. Even if the album as a whole didn't resonate with me too deeply, I don't think it misses a beat, and on the whole is a really nice listen.

The Rise and Fall of a Midwestern Princess - Chappell Roan

This album is great. Bop after bop, with a couple of real tearjerkers in there for good measure. I don't think it resonated with me super deeply, but I think the project does have real staying power and I think it brings pop to all the right fringes, with different characters (especially apt in the vein of the drag styling) displaying attitudes on shared struggles. If you like pop and people doing interesting things with it, you will (and likely already do) love this album.

Sit Down for Dinner - Blonde Redhead

I get trapped in the soundscape of this one - how a welcoming ambience also carries with it this great unease.

Genevieve Artadi - Forever Forever

It goes beyond just what might be summarized as jazz-informed resplendentness. My first listen to this one was a nice long wander through a city I had yet to live in. Even if I can't call it a favorite, I still delight in giving this album a spin. There is some overlapping aura between all the songs, but each one is so distinct in ways that is sometimes hard to come by. It's so alive, and meditating on what it means to be that, and I love trying to find some new footing in each track as I listen to it.

Sampha - Lahai

By some set of standards, this is probably the best sounding album of the year. Sampha is no stranger to pushing boundaries and bringing a really evocative, percussive feel to his work, and Lahai is no exception. Anyone unfamiliar should absolutely give this album a spin. My first listen of "Dancing Circles" was mindblowing. It falls short of my favorite in part because I think it is interested in trying a lot of different stuff, more than it comes together as a cohesive experience. I love love love his debut, and it sets a high bar, with the many distinct ways it moves the listener over its runtime. Based on the reception Lahai has received, I'm sure that people are feeling it a lot stronger than me, and I'm okay with that. It's a great work and even if it feels a little busy, I still really enjoy the listen and look forward to seeing how it might grow on me in the future.

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Now, an extended aside about Sufjan Stevens's output this year and my experiences with it.

Reflections

Starting off straightforward enough, I enjoyed this release. I'm not a big cultivator of classical or specifically piano in my regular music rotation, but I found the songs here to bring a good bit of intrigue. Timo Andres and Connor Hanick's performance do well to inflect the strongest points of Stevens's composition. Of all the tracks, I think "Reflexions" creates the most memorable, haunting aura that serves as a space for a listener to, indeed, reflect. Worth a spin for that one alone in my book, but the people seem to enjoy "And I Shall Come To You Like A Stormtrooper In Drag Serving Imperial Realness." Naturally so.

Javelin

I need to start this section by saying that for many months this year, I would put on Carrie and Lowell about every other night to fall asleep. Conceptually this is a somewhat surreal, if one is to accept the album as just its go-to description - a meditation on grief for his mother's death and their troubled relationship - as something that reliably puts me gently to rest. This image is certainly understandable, as "Death With Dignity," "Fourth of July," and "The Only Thing" cementing this as the key thread of the record. This is something I was locked into for a while, and for some sense of reverence, I think I really tried to hold off from listening to the album all that much.

But this year I kept coming back and back, in a way that I've done with his other albums before, finding new grounds to stand on in each track, and really asking what the album does beyond its summary. It's crafted to have such a solidly consistent soundscape, but just how differently each track can function is really intimidating - and breaking through the blanket impression of what the album "is" has been really rewarding, especially with how resonant I find so many lines I feel able to place in each track. Finding this new personal significance has been one of the most important music experiences for me this year, in a time where I haven't felt the resonance with a lot of new music.

With that thought expressed, the figurative blankets over Javelin has been thick and convoluted. I have generally tried to keep up with news about Stevens and his projects, and this year it meant being aware of Evans Richardson IV's passing and rumors of their relationship months before the album was announced, thus months longer before he publicly shared the news about both. With this general shroud of information, it was a lot to see 1) rumors back in May from Sufjan fans about an album releasing 2) people speculate on relationship troubles in his life after "So You Are Tired" dropped 3) it being billed as a follow-up to Carrie and Lowell 4) critical praise immediately before the announcement 5) praise after the announcement, and a lot of content being centered on the album just "being sad" 6) Sufjan fans specifically focusing in on the vinyl release cycle and speculating about the exact ways his relationship informed the record 7) people asking if Stevens will ever tour again.

This is not to say that any of these sentiments were widespread, nor am I trying to avow that there is only one particular way that one can or should experience the album or Stevens's work. But the flippancy between different assumptions about his life or what this work implies about it that I have seen has done enough to fuck with my mental. That cloud is keeping me from engaging with the album to a deeper extent; I enjoy the songs, and I do think it is beautiful - but I think there's so much more behind it that I need time to reach. And in that light, and with all that has informed the album, I can't place Javelin or its tracks against any other music. Attempts to rank it would fall short of the devastating miracle that Stevens released an album this year at all.

Does that make sense? Maybe not. Sorry. Anyway, I think the art book on the physical release is a really interesting accompaniment, especially the 10 essays. And I'm still rooting for it in all the other year end lists out there.

Let's move on to the music which stood above the rest for me.

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Favorite Songs

"Thousand March" - Mr. Sauceman

I haven't kept up with a lot of games since leaving high school, but becoming aware of Pizza Tower and its soundtrack was nice. What the game is doing is great, and I think it more than earns the praise it has received. The rest of the soundtrack is pretty good too, but this one transcends to me. It creates such an intense aura and makes a statement on its own, working well in thematically in the level that it comes from, but still standing alone to create an incredible narrative.

"No More Lies" - Thundercat and Tame Impala

I feel like people forgot about this one - maybe it's impact at time of release was the novelty of a now-obvious crossover? But I think the track speaks for itself and speaks strongly, with the pair playing off each other in a way that nods to their influences and is playfully self-aware respective songwriting personas. The instrumentation is very pleasing and I feel like I could throw this on any year and it'll find a place in the music landscape; way more than just the sum of its constituent artists.

"The World's Biggest Paving Slab" - English Teacher

It might be the unassuming start that gets me. It could have stayed in the vein of a bass driven head-nodder, but something about that shimmering chorus captures me and really elevates it to a sincere statement. It makes sense to me in a world of little sense.

"Love As A Weapon" - Alan Chang

The lead single from Chang's solo debut, Check Please. The algorithm gave me the music video, and I think that's one component of its charm, but hardly the whole. All the indie/jazz instrumentation is an instant hook for me and great to dance around in, but the vocal performance is the earnest thread worth following throughout.

"Playing Dead" - Glenna Jane

I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think there's a precise kind of fullness from the 00s/10s emo that gets captured in this track that's somewhat absent from a lot of other recent work informed by that scene. Certainly, it makes sense that people who were young during that era are trying to honor those sounds. But where others might play more ambiguously, allowing for more broad appeal, Glenna is cutting straight to the bone about her own experiences. It puts one on edge, the verses being a bit tough to stomach in casual listening, but it really gives the chorus such a strong and impactful weight. "Have you left yet? Are you playing dead?" Though I'll miss the intimate singer-songwriting she used so well in Vestige, I'm excited to see where this path leads.

"Fingertips" - Lana Del Rey

Let it be said, "A&W" is a great song and worthy of all the year-end recognition its getting, pushing a particular envelope and tickling ears in all the right ways. But this one just gets to me. Del Rey writes such a stark landscape and slowly, desperately dances within it, with the track structured in a way to barely allow a moment's reprieve. It's sincerely moving and really worth savoring. I couldn't tell you quite why, but specifically "I gave myself two seconds to cry/ It's a shame that we die" brings me to my knees.

"black mirror" - Noname

I struggle a bit with Sundial. Certainly, a lot of great art requires effortful engagement to really be rewarded by what lies within, but in many respects, I feel that much of the songs of the album are saying the same things on the same themes. Even ignoring the notorious feature (which I don't think completely soils any artistic merit, but does create a lot more for a listener to reckon with) I think the album fails to live up to what this song, its introduction sets up. Immaculately produced, her lyricism and rhythm are the most compelling and engaging at this point - addressing the myriad takes that people have about her impact and politics by pronouncing fully her humanity. In an effort that takes the discussion to a level (in my opinion) past the rest of the album, she displays her imperfections without surrendering the sincere beliefs that motivate her to strive for a better world.

"Crash The Car" - KNOWER

I think I needed to explain Cole and Artadi before we got to here, the last track on their collab's latest album, KNOWER FOREVER. I could do more to explain my feelings on KNOWER, and explain how I find myself leaning more towards the songs which sound very separate from their solo work. ("Do Hot Girls Like Chords?" e.g.) But this song... really feels like a true fusion of both. Artadi's tendency for abstract but strongly sentimental lyrics, a tight jazz outfit braided with orchestral flair more common in Cole's newer works. It is both grandiose and contained, a testament and tribute to all the work they've done together, emphasized strongly by the message it sends out. What a journey, what a fucking chorus. Rejoice, and crash the car.

runner up: "Same as Cash" - the Mountain Goats

Not all the time, but some of the time, I Only Listen To The Mountain Goats. And this one kind of snuck up on me, as I was saving Jenny from Thebes until after I finished all prior tMG albums - which put a lot of very immediate weight on the record. But this song cut through all of that, my own expectations. John Darnielle is as attuned to writing the grimes of Americana as always, similarly true for the rest of the record. But something about how the scene is painted within majestic strings and strums (to my ear, almost straight out of an RPG soundtrack) sets this song above the rest. It lends a certain kind of romantic optimism to a moment of anxious, stressed despair - not in a way that makes that optimism dishonest, but enough for one to believe that there is indeed some future after this struggle to persist. One where one can ride their motorcycle under blue Texas skies, to bask in a life free from fear.

best song of 2023: "The Water" - Indigo de Souza

Speaking of riding a bike. I'd like to say that the best parts of my year were spent riding around, with little other aim than to explore a little and get home... eventually. It is true of New York and all the ways in which her rivers express themselves. But good God, there are miracles to be found in Lake Michigan. And I imagine it's at least partially a miracle that in the face of all kinds of incentives to develop property right along the third coast, most of Chicago's eastern edge is just for the public to use and experience. Maybe there's room to improve, but it was everything that I needed. Just to ride, or to run, or to sit. To look on forever, irrespective of it being a smaller forever than oceans. To be lost in thoughts. To be alone. But not alone, because it is always there.

I've loved all of de Souza's albums so far, and even if I couldn't call All Of This Will End my favorite of the bunch, it is still an incredible set of incredible songs. It is by no fault of the rest that "The Water" transcended, jumping ship and ingraining itself into the past year and my memory of it. All the secret little alcoves I've found and placed in my heart. The moments of serenity, and belief in good things.

Poetic if true. But maybe it's just the simplest answer:

I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love I really love the water. the water. the water.

the water.

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Favorite Extended Plays

going...going...GONE! - hemlocke springs

I don't think there's too much to be said for this, other than it being just a really high quality set of pop bops. There are a bunch of instrumental and vocal quirks that really push it to go beyond its 80s-synth influences (Psychedelic Furs, Duran Duran, et al.) and overall it works hard to set itself apart as a strong effort to make something that feels completely fresh but still lingers as hauntingly familiar.

runner up: Sandhills - Toro y Moi

With his virtuosic tenor for the spacy, the funky, the synth-y, I think a country folk project is probably the last thing I would have expected from Chaz Bear. But his efforts here remind one of how fruitless setting a particular field of expectations on an artist, in a way that is largely unassuming. I can't say that MAHAL blew me away, but how plainly it wore some of its production was a natural precursor to this release, where he is about as plain as you could expect: some guitars and talking about home. The way he plays with twangy notes shows a cautious, but passionate interest in how archetypical country sounds might fit within his songwriting chops. That kind of exploration is so wonderfully apt for an EP, and even more magic that it is so well done in under 14 minutes. For anytime I might also be thinking of that weird rural part of my soul, I'm happy to let Bear take me for a resonant spin.

best EP of 2023: Circle of Signs - Mariee Siou

I would love to shout from the rooftops about this release, because it is a project to mark the century so far. The past couple of years, I've been obsessing over her past releases as some of my favorite folk albums ever. But here, she is on a whole new level. While as firmly invested in the natural world and the legacies people inherit, a sense of urgency in heightened on this record, with Siou holding a focus on the climate crisis, and specifically its impacts on her home region as well as how it manifests on a personal level.

She meets urgency not solely through masterful lyricism and careful vocal performance, but by escalating the depth of instrumentation from a more acoustic focus in her earlier entries to something approaching rock ballads and orchestral pieces. But these pieces do not lose any of Siou's delicate precision. They are so complex and rich, but with 4 songs lasting about 25 minutes, she gives listeners a chance to sit more fully in meditation with each track, and really absorb the method, message, and feeling of her work. I could pick any song as song of the year with confidence, and I have no doubt that Circle of Signs will remain a sincere point of reflection for decades to come.

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Favorite Albums

Water Made Us - Jamila Woods

I don't know where to start in a way that would not be summarizing what has already been said, or is self-evident from the album itself. What I want to say is that after previous records more focused on life's intersections with the political, Woods is diving pretty headstrong into the personal. What I want to say is that it shows an abstract, but intense arc on the growth and decline of a romance, and that Woods is so intently combing through moments in search of truth. What I want to say is that Woods is a legend of the craft, and I think that even in all its subtler moments, she has created an incredible experience from start to finish. But I don't know if that enunciates enough how exactly I feel about it.

KARPEH - Cautious Clay

Like I imagine many, I was only acquainted with Joshua Karpeh's project from the song "Cold War," which takes themes of trying find footing after a falling out over an incredibly produced track. The trickiness of that negotiation is common for songs about individual relationships, but on this album, Karpeh takes the lens to his family overall. In an almost ethnographic effort, it is a tender and honest approach, trying to acknowledge fraught histories and how they have shaped himself and his loved ones. But it lends a compassion that allows one to more fully process these relationships, and reflect on the stages of his life with full consideration of the world yet to come. Impassioned jazz performances with apt collaborations make this a meditative landscape (I love "Glass Face" and "Blue Lips") like a sauna. There are moments of scorching heat and clouded visions, but a place in which one is present with purpose: to understand and release tension. Really beautiful.

Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!? - McKinley Dixon

It's a sublime composition for an inspired musical concept. How Dixon has brought together collaborators for such a phenomenal sound is not completely unprecedented, yet it is so uniquely interested in not only synthesizing sounds from across genres and generations, but also finding the best in each and making them sing together. It is a symphony and sincere triumph in honoring all that came before, and plants seeds for the world yet to come. The title track is probably one of the most wonderful, celebratory closings to an album ever. So fucking good.

Lucha - Y La Bamba

To start, it should be said that I neither speak nor understand Spanish at present, which hinders me from engaging in a significant share of the album on a lyrical front. With that said, this album blows past any barriers I might have. What a phenomenal fucking sound they've cultivated here. Just dripping with intention in each hit of the percussion, in the voices behind the words. Every effect to bring the guitars towards a new psychedelic edge, the layers making the horns a separate but whole aspect of each song. I don't know how to put everything into words, specifically why this lands so much for me personally.

Why Does the Earth Give Us People to Love? - Kara Jackson

When re-listening on a short flight in a small plane during the holidays, forgoing a book for this leg, I was blown away by how subtly unrelenting the album is. I think it is the darling indie debut of this year, and rightly deserving of that recognition, but I feel that it is vital to experience first hand. Jackson's voice is the driving force of the entire record, and her performance and lyricism does not on the surface seem grandiose, but how steadily she paces her words to (un/re)ravel stories of former lovers is just so slowly devastating: rhymes lead into exactly what you expect, and you are powerless to change that. How intentionally the accompanying instrumentals are layered with this, ranging from crisp orchestrals to plunks from an old stereo, really gives a texture to each step in the album. Every song comes together to give real weight to the question of the album's title - on what cause has the earth conspired for us to know our lives and loves? Is the pain that these things bring also natural?

runner up: The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We - Mitski

You already know. When it came out in mid September, I think it was prescient of how the rest of the year would unfold I think. I can't tell you why, but I could tell you that it progresses in this strange way, like it's crawling up the back of me, scratching up legs and getting blood next to stretch marks. It's clear when it's at the nape of the neck, but right as that first strum comes from "My Love Mine All Mine," it jumps right for the jugular and ruins the rest of my face and mind. The rest is kinda just lying and watching the sky blow by, clouds drifting alongside my remaining thoughts. Again, you already know. Mitski is a veteran but hardly jaded (perhaps, only a pinch in a way that really deepens this album), and I am very grateful for the work that she continues to share.

finally, my album of the year.

To start, I need to start later in the 2023 with a project release almost a decade earlier - the self-titled Black Belt Eagle Scout EP. I think I stumbled on this way earlier, but only got around to listening to it in the end of the fall. It's a very collected, steady, and beautiful rumination (lasting 43 minutes, which the EP designation might not have you assume). Different but not totally distinct from the heavier rock elements that have defined KP's most known work in the project, playing a lot more in spacious and lo-fi soundscapes. Though, it really stands out to me as something so grounded at the same inter/personal foundation that really prevails in At The Party With My Brown Friends. It was a welcome discovery for days that began to get colder, and the onset of a winter of discontent, for the sitting in my apartment and all the thinking that comes with that.

Cut to 9 months earlier from then, or about 9 years later in the catalogue. It is February, and I am walking through a park in Chicago and listening to The Land, The Water, The Sky, and I am pretty sure that it is my album of the year. It comes in waves at first, crashing against shores with "My Blood Runs Through This Land," later slowly ebbing tides in "Salmon Stinta." "Nobody" is the wind in my hair, "Fancy Dance" the sweat on my back. "Sčičudᶻ (a narrow place)" is a cold spot on the earth that I can feel with my face. So many moments lush with the grit feeling of being alive, with still the tenderness of living. Any of those songs, for the record, could also easily be my song of the year.

I don't know how to convey it. It really feels like a light at the end of the tunnel. I keep coming back to it. It is the only thing that makes sense to me. How KP reckons with this life and the world so directly, speaking the truth as they feel and know it. Lush guitar riffs (that I've had the pleasure of dancing to live) that just light up the soul. There is an urge to scream it loud, as it is shared in the record's final moments: The Land, The Water, The Sky (best album of 2023)

thanks. see ya later.

[leezyone]

Little Windy At Times But A Good Read

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Are Our "every chance" rides are becoming just that... chance.

I can tell the weather is changing my "every chance" rides are becoming just that... chance. Party and ride comes to mind here lately because the "Party" is each day I'm given a present the most precious gift of all I wake up. Time is a commodity one that can't be purchased a life's resource that goes by so fast one that I put about 1000 miles a month on "Elvis" I cherish each and every mile. The ride is my choice of destinations the house, the road, a "best" ❤️ friend, (you know who you are), or some place yet undiscovered by me. I was given a blessed "true" heart an honest heart with honest love which I regained strength back with "Elvis", (my Trike"), feeling the wind, road, rain, and scenery that holds so many good memories, but also the freedom to do them the choice is mine. I've done for others all my life I'm being rather selfish now and taking the much needed time for me now.

I have my whatever, whenever or just for the hell of it days back from my best friend, David, who wasn't afraid to live when he was alive. I found his pocket fishing pole which is in the trunk now even if I don't use it the memories associated with it are priceless. Even with the pain associated with death if you haven't learned the most valuable lesson yet which is life is meant for living not just existing invite your past to live with you in your future they can and do coexist in harmony if you have the courage to set them free. These precious souls that honored us by sharing, loving, caring, and enjoying our company deserve to be remembered I know the footprints are still fresh and always on my heart bringing a smile to my face when it's one those " I remember when moments..." These aren't just moments shared with family, but the best judges of character... Friends I'm proud he left such a broad "footprint".

When carrying a true heart... one that is caring, honest, and giving... often comes with the risk, a price per-say, of being used because the faith you often grant others outweighs the possibility of deception just because of your "benefit of the doubt" nature you give them the choice, a chance, hopefully it was a wise decision on your part only time will tell. You are genuine in your sharing of a deep understanding in a true belief and desire that your actions are the footprints to be left when your time here physically ends. So I really do try to leave an impression I can live with knowing I gave it my best... gave it my all. But, also to treat people the way I would hope they would treat me because actions do speak louder than words.

A true heart loves honestly and completely. Love being what it is never dies when it becomes hurt, damaged, shattered by life, or bruised it retreats to a place deep inside to heal itself it doesn't fade away, die, stop, or cease to exist it just needs the time to regroup finding a path to mending. Most people don't think of this when things happen only feel the hurt, grief and pain that is so very often mistaken as anger. Yes a little of us dies when life happens, but remember it was the footprints of their actions that trigger the memories and feelings that linger behind mine are the wants that I'm just learning are the deepest part of a real "honest" love you'll ever miss.

To me when you have Honest Love the possibilities are limitless. Just have courage, patience, faith, go forward with an open mind and believe in the unbelievable let "firsts" happen don't question them... go with them.

Left Like Glass Shattered

Security comfort love lived for years sheltered a world that never wanted no needs only kindness harmony love two hearts that cared time valued memories spent God entered leaving just me to continue forward now as one left like glass shattered

Again broken like the past of a son both these memories connect photographs pictures on the floor music that plays tears fall trying to find purpose meaning in a world that changed overnight wondering can I fit in again left like glass shattered

Pretentious moment caught within a smile a hope a glimmer now plagued with words left unspoken to a heart that opened to someone else a place thought shared took a chance the greatest words spoken left like glass shattered

Simple words asked now like how are you hard to trust left in disbelief silence is a safe answer to be shared when lies deception hurt is all that remains here when it comes to actions of last memories things that can't be unseen undone left like glass shattered

The hardest part moving forward is relearning the steps in life needed to dance the courage to take another chance the faith needed to trust someone else the strength to risk saying the greatest words you may ever speak this is what's left when left like glass shattered

By

Leezyone

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Hello! This is for the matchmaker game

My pronouns are she/her and I am heterosexual. I am 17 years old, around 5"4, long brown curly hair, and super dark brown eyes. I can't decide whether I'm an introvert or an extrovert, so I tend to say I'm both. I am the kind of person who doesn't really want to do anything super crazy after a long day, but if I'm ever in the mood to want to do something, I am dead set on doing that thing. I am also the kind of person where if there is a party happening I won't go if there are only like one or two people I know there other wise I'm not gonna know what to do. I have to have most of my friends group there with me lol.

I really love musical theatre and art is my favorite hobbies, both digital and traditional. I love animals, especially cats and bunnies! I love wearing pretty clothes, skirts and dresses, I love jewelery although I rarley wear it, but I try to when I go out. I also really love food, I have actually been told that the amounts of food that I eat and the speed at which I consume is supernatural, and I have fast metabolism so I usually burn the calories right off (which is both a blessing and a curse).

However one negative thing about me is that If I get mad about something it usually sours my mood for a while, unless I find something that can cheer me up long enough for me to somewhat forget about it. Depending in my mood beforehand or how irritating it is, I can go from 😊 to 😡 in a second. I also tend to stay up really late when working on an art project, especially if it's a big one that I want to get finished. Sometimes I'll go until I'm struggling to stay awake and my hand starts hurting, which is something I'm trying to stop doing.

As for my favorite kny characters, I would have to say, Kyojuro, Mitsuri, Shinobu, TaniiroTengen kinda got me in the first episode.

Also- I know this probably isn't necessary, but I'm just gonna throw it in for the heck of it.. some of my past (and somewhat current) anime boy crushes are: Nagito Komeada, Gojo Satoru, Levi Ackerman, Howl from howls moving castle, Prince Zuko, And Victor Nikiforov.

And I don't mind if you pair me with a demon.

Bye :)

Ughhhhhhhhh I’m so jealous you sound like such a cool person to hangout with. Be my friend??? Thank you for the submission it is an honor! Anyways let’s get started and,

Let’s play the Game!

These are the results of the Matchmaker’s assessments:

Uzui Tengen: At 80% I found that you were most compatible with Tengen. Your talents, personality, and ability to accessorize struck Tengen as they were flashy in a sense. I believe Tengen looks for people who are three dimensional, the people he surroundeds himself with along with his wives all have led extraordinary lives in a sense that there is more to meet the eye when you meet them. Tengen enjoys people who are much like himself and that’s why he was so attracted to you in the first place. You were vibrant in the clothing and the jewelry, you have talents and interests that are unique to you. You also recognize the flaws you have and can see it takes strong person to look inwardly. In other words he is impressed by you (intimidated). You would fit in with the rest of the wives like a round peg in a round hole, they would be more than accepting of you and together the five of you would lead a fulfilling relationship. All in all, Tengen would love you for who you are, he finds you special. Because he admires you so much I think he strive to be a better version of himself because of you.

Gyomei Himejima: Following behind with a solid 20% I think you would secondly be most compatible with Gyomei. He’s tall, he’s gentle, he’s strong. He’s got it all. Besides that though, the two of you share a good bit of similarities. Gyomie as well as you shares a love for animals, especially cats. Two of you would have an abundance of pets, together you would love each and every one. Gyomie would enjoy your art although he wouldn’t be able to appreciate it to the full extent, instead he always request the you describe it to him. If it’s a remarkable piece, tears would start to flow from his eyes. He notices how vigilantly you work and will help you step away from your artwork. He can tell you a pushing yourself to the limit and he doesn’t want you to get hurt. Gyomie would be a very loving, and caring partner to both you, and your animals. Having you in his life would push him to make the world a safer place.

Honorable mentions: Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku!

Thank you for your submission! I had a wonderful time writing this and if you have any request please let me know!

Thank you for playing!

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i love one (1) father-daughter relationship

bonus, embarrassed other dad:

#word of honor #wohedit #wohdaily #shan he ling #gu xiang #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #i loooove making BIG gifs of cdramas especially idk why. they're always so FUN!!! #also i know i'm late to the party but i'm really enjoying word of honor!!! it's weird for me to spell honor without the u LMAO #but yeah the dynamics of this show are effervescent and i can safely say that wkx w gx and zzs w zcl are my faaaves #anyway this has been giffed for sure and idk any of the tags for woh but !! i hope you like this <3 #and if yura sees this yes i am mEANING to read tyk and i've only been spurred on by the show #rahul.gif #*woh #(i looked up the actors' unwhitewashed pictures and tried to get close to their skintone but i am still inexperienced w them specifically #so forgive me !!!)

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Howdy! Sorry I'm late to the party, Wyatt/Doc head canons for @sosooley (I love your stuff btw so it's an honor) and sorry if they're out of character, I haven't been able to analyze them in a bit, enjoy :)

Fluff

•Hurt/comfort, they've been through a bunch and doc's health isn't the greatest

•I have this one head canon I think of constantly: Docs in bed, he's not doing pretty good but Wyatt stays with him. Wyatt lays down with him (well more on him) with his head on doc's chest listening to him breathe as doc runs his fingers through Wyatt's hair

•Its rare seeing doc sober, he's constantly downing a shot of whiskey. He acts like a completely different person drunk, he gets soft and giggly if hes been drinking more that usual. It takes Wyatt a bit to figure out the difference between doc being sober or not. He's a completely different person when he's sober, he's in pain and tries to mask it with drinking.

•They cuddle and you can't convince me they don't. They'll stay in bed when doc isn't too good (which he tries to fight it but gives in) so they curl up together, limbs tangled and soft hums

•Doc has a love for music, he hums and whistles to himself and sometimes Wyatt his favorite pieces.

•Doc calls Wyatt a handful of nicknames, "dearest Wyatt", "darling"

•they always kiss each other like it's the first time. Passionately and heated. They also kiss each other sweetly, soft pecks on each other's foreheads (doc enjoys forehead kisses, helps with the headache)

•Kate obviously knows. She saw how Wyatt looked at doc at the theater. He looks at him with love, desire, and passion something she almost forgot. Her and doc split on good terms, she works with him still and follows him around like a dog of an assistant

•Wyatt loves seeing doc being snarky and sarcastic. When doc tries and pulls it on Wyatt he'll always interrupt him with a deep rough kiss, usually catching him off guard

•doc quotes himself to Wyatt, "I'll be your huckleberry"

•Doc tastes of whiskey and chocolate strawberries with a hint of cigarettes. Wyatt believes he hadn't ever tasted something as sweet as doc's mouth

Nsfw

For the sinners <3

•Doc bottoms/power bottoms

•Wyatt though he'd be easy to get and make him all submissive but no, doc can play that game too

•"Wyatt I'm not a fragile petal I won't break-" *instantly regrets not taking it slow and gets railed*

•Doc is snarky anywhere, even in bed sometimes he'll say his witty one liners and the Wyatt would be like, "oh yeah?" And doc wishes he had eaten his words

•The first time they slept together they both were piss drunk, but they didn't regret it.

•when doc is refusing to go to bed or leave Wyatt always whispers in his ear "if we leave now I'll make it worth awhile" and doc, who is red eyed and more drunk, turns bright red and says "I'll take that offer"

•they aren't super loud, doc makes soft gasps and noises and Wyatt adores them

•aftercare and they usually just pass out after, doc puts and tries to get Wyatt to go another round for the hell of it

•the usual make out session turned to heated sex happens commonly

•Wyatt enjoys marking doc's neck and shoulders. He makes sure to keep clear from his neck if they have places to be but he sometimes forgets until the last moment

Anyways here's these :) sorry if they aren't super accurate or don't fit good, I tried. Thank and I really wanna write a fix-it fic for the two of them

Also this

Doc to Wyatt:

#doc holliday x wyatt earp #tombstone 1993 #wyatt earp #doc holliday #doc x wyatt #tombstone #ship headcanons

[thatfanficstuff]

Summer Wedding - Stucky

Grouping - Stucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. smut including unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), public teasing, oral sex (m receiving), spit roasting, minor knife play and other stuff I'm sure I forgot.

A/N: This is the first fic I'm posting for my summer celebration and it was actually written for boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge. Not as um...descriptive as I'd intended on making it but I like it. Enjoy.

Word count: 3544

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The wedding was beautiful, even you had to admit that. It was a relatively simple affair as these things went, though you were certain your uncle had spent several thousands on the flowers that seemed to dot every surface of the grounds of his estate. At least he’d kept your cousin from having a large church wedding this time. There was only so many times that was acceptable anyway, right?

A sigh slid from your lips and you sipped at your drink. You never should have come to this wedding. You weren’t in the mood for it. No, you should have made up an excuse about being sick and stayed home. The only reason you hadn’t was the fact you had no desire to listen to your mother bitch at you for the next six months for missing a family event. Just the thought had you rolling your eyes.

You’d actually been looking forward to the wedding until last week. That’s when you discovered your boyfriends were going on a mission and would not be back in time to accompany you. Not only did you hate going to weddings alone, but you’d already gone through the ordeal of explaining to your aunt why you need a plus two instead of a plus one. And she certainly hadn’t kept that information to herself. Half the damn day had been spent answering questions about your relationship from nosy family members.

Speaking of…Your cousin Natalie sat down in one of the empty chairs that flanked you. She smirked and sipped at her champagne. “So, where are your dates, Y/N?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again. Too much more of that and you’d have a raging migraine. Instead, you kept your gaze on the dance floor and took another sip of your drink. “They had to work.”

“I just find it interesting that you all but beg mother for an extra seat and here they both are. Empty.” She eyed you, waiting for a reaction you had no intention of giving her. “I mean, why lie? It’s kind of pathetic.”

You finally turned your head to her. “Shouldn’t you be doing something wedding-ish? You are the maid of honor, aren’t you? Oh, that’s right, you aren’t in the wedding party, are you?” You sucked a breath through your teeth in mock sympathy. “Sorry.”

There was certain to be a reason why Natalie wasn’t part of her only sisters third wedding, but you didn’t care beyond the fact it was sure to be a sore spot. Frankly, Natalie had always been a bitch, even when you were children. Though, unlucky in the marriage department, her sister Sally had always been your preferred cousin. Maybe Sally had finally gotten tired of dealing with her sister’s shit.

Natalie narrowed her eyes and leaned toward you. “I don’t believe you could get one man to put up with you, let alone two. No one does. We actually had a pool going over whether either of them would show up. And if they did, whether they’d leave with you since you’d probably paid them to be here. I mean, most people just make up one boyfriend. Two really takes the cake. You never could stand not being the center of attention.”

The irony wasn’t lost you that most of your family had no idea you worked with the Avengers. Nor had you mentioned the names of those two boyfriends of yours. Real attention seeker you were. You chanced a glance at your phone to check the time. You had at least another hour before you could leave without a lecture from your mother. You also had zero messages from your boys. Hopefully, that meant they were taking care of business and would be home soon.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” your cousin started whisper yelling from beside you as she froze in her chair. Her eyes were wide and slightly crazed.

Your brow furrowed. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Even as you waited for an answer, your trained ear picked up murmurs beginning amongst the other guests.

When you went to look over your shoulder, Natalie gripped your hand. “Don’t turn around,” she said through clenched teeth. When you went to do it anyway, she snapped again. “Don’t. They’ll see you staring.”

“Who?” Your tone was clipped as irritation crawled through you.

“Steve Rogers and James Barnes just walked in,” she hissed, her gaze locked on them. So apparently she was allowed to stare but you weren’t. By this point, everyone else would be staring as well. The boys were used to it.

You snatched your hand away from your cousin and spun in your seat. As soon as you saw them, a smile covered your face. They had been so certain they wouldn’t be back in time. You knew they’d pushed themselves to be here for you. You ran your gaze over them, taking in the rare sight of them in suits. Even though you’d helped them pick them out, you still licked your lips at the sight.

Steve wore a beautiful bright blue suit that you knew brought out his eyes even though they were currently hidden behind sunglasses. Buck’s suit looked light blue but it was actually a thin blue pin stripe. Both of them looked incredible as always, but you always got a little thrill seeing them dressed up. Of course, that feeling was mutual.

They hadn’t seen you yet, but they were scanning the crowd as they moved across the vast grounds of your uncle’s estate. When your uncle moved to greet them, you stood as well.

Natalie grabbed at your arm. “What are you doing? You’re going to embarrass me.”

Yeah, she didn’t need any help with that. You shook her off and started toward your men. Both of them immediately locked onto your presence and wide smiles greeted you. Your uncle got to them before you could. Steve shifted his attention to speak with him, but Buck’s attention was 100% on you. His gaze trailed over you from head to toe and his eyes darkened.

“We’re extremely honored that you’re here. How did you hear about the wedding?” you heard your uncle ask. He was one of the politer members of your family.

“They’re with me, Uncle Frank,” you said as soon as you were close enough to be heard without raising your voice. “Sorry they’re late. They were working.”

Frank turned to you, his mouth slightly agape and his brows lifted. “These are the dates Margie wouldn’t stop going on about?” Margie was his wife and the aunt you had to beg for the extra seat.

You hummed in agreement.

“Well, I certainly hope so or this is going to turn awkward in a moment,” Bucky said with a lopsided grin. He opened his arms in invitation and you stepped into them. “Missed you, doll.”

You nuzzled against his chest briefly, careful not to transfer your makeup to his shirt. “I missed you, too. So much. I’m glad you’re home.”

There was a tug on your arm and you were pulled into Steve’s embrace. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, soldier.” You turned to look at your uncle who was still staring in stunned silence. “Steve, Bucky, this is my Uncle Frank. Father of the bride.”

Both of your boys shook his hand and thanked him for allowing them to come. He hurried back to his table, undoubtedly to announce this strange turn of events. You fell into step with your boyfriends, taking their hands in yours while you walked in the middle. You led them over to your table to find Natalie still in Bucky’s seat.

“Natalie,” you said to get her attention. When she continued to gape at the two men you said her name again.

She smiled at you as if you were her favorite person in the world certain there was an introduction in her future. “Yes, cousin?”

“You’re in his seat.”

She blinked at you for a second before her face twisted in anger. She scrambled from the chair and stormed back to her table with a toss of her head. Steve and Buck chuckled as they took their seats on either side of you. They slid their chairs as close to you as they could get. “Are you two hungry? We already had dinner but I could find you something.”

Bucky squeezed your thigh. “We ate. Don’t worry about us, sweetheart.”

“I’m glad you two made it,” your mother’s voice caught your attention and you turned to find her standing next to Steve. He stood to greet her and you leaned against Bucky, knowing he wouldn’t care to do the same. “If I had to listen to one more person say she made you up I was going to scream,” she admitted as she hugged Steve. That earned another low chuckle from Bucky.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s good to see you again,” Steve said, managing to sound sincere. Not that he disliked your mother, but they’d just returned from a mission. All they wanted to do was stay home for a couple of days and destress. But they’d come here for you and they would be on their best behavior.

“We won’t be staying long, mom. They just got home,” you informed her and braced yourself for an argument.

Instead, she nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Just make sure to introduce them to Sally before you leave.”

You groaned. “Can’t I just do it at her next wedding?”

“Y/N!” she snapped but you caught the twitch at the corner of her lips.

Bucky snorted a laugh beside you while Steve shot you a chastising look. You smiled. “I will, momma.”

She left and Bucky turned to speak in your ear as Steve sat back down. “We don’t have to leave, baby girl.” The nickname shot a thrill up your spine. “I love weddings. The food. The dancing. The clothes. Like this little number you have on. I really love this dress, doll.” You wore a white sundress with tiny blue flowers on it to match their suits that fell a few inches above your knees. It was the first time either of them had seen it.

Steve’s arm settled across the back of your chair and his fingers played with your hair. “Yeah, that dress is something special. It might be a bit too short, though,” he said without glancing at you. Instead, he seemed to be keeping an eye on the crowd around you.

“It’s not too short.” You loved the dress and thought it was perfect.

“Yeah, Stevie. If anything, it’s not short enough.” Bucky’s fingers dragged your dress up your thigh, bunching it up in his hand as he went.

“What are you doing, Barnes?” you hissed.

“I told you I missed you, doll. I want to show you how much.”

You placed a hand on his, stopping his movement. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course, we are. We talked about it all the way home,” Steve answered. He lowered his mouth to speak in your ear. “Talked about how we wanted to please you in front of everyone. With everyone watching because you know their eyes are glued to our table trying to figure out how we managed to land a beautiful gal like you.”

You snorted a laugh that cut off in a gasp as Bucky pulled your dress further up your thigh. “I don’t think that’s what they’re thinking, Steve.”

Bucky kissed the patch of skin behind your ear. “How come he gets Steve and I got Barnes?”

“He’s not the one actively trying to feel me up at my cousin’s wedding.” Your eyes slipped closed as his fingers brushed your inner thigh. Sweat beaded your skin and you wondered if you could blame it on the heat even though it was ten degrees cooler than it had been earlier.

“But it was all his idea,” Buck whispered.

Your eyes flew open to shoot a glare at the blond’s head. “Steven Grant Rogers, What would your mother say?”

Buck laughed, drawing the attention of some of the few people that weren’t already staring. “She’d probably say, ‘good going, Stevie’. She would have loved you.”

“Would—” All ability to finish your sentence or to have a rational thought fled from you when he pushed your panties aside and ran his fingers through your folds. Fuck.

“She’s already soaking wet for us, Steve. Such a good girl,” Bucky cooed.

Steve’s hand fisted on the back of your chair as he glanced around again. “I was wrong. I don’t have the patience for this. I need to be buried in her.” He slid his sunglasses off and put them in the inside pocket of his jacket. He turned to face you, blue eyes burning into you. “You have exactly two minutes to find us someplace private or we’re going to finger fuck you right here until you scream. Your choice, princess.”

In less than a minute, you’d sent a text on your phone and jumped to your feet. Taking their hands in yours, you dragged them toward the house. You pulled them through the large home until you reached a familiar door on the main level. Opening it, you shoved the super soldiers inside. You locked the door behind you and turned to find them already loosening their ties.

“We don’t have time for that,” you argued with a wave of your hands. “I told Uncle Frank we were borrowing his office for an important phone call. We have twenty minutes tops.”

Bucky groaned. “I wanted to take my time with you. I missed you,” he nearly whined.

The corner of your mouth kicked up. “We can take all the time you want later, baby. Right now, just fuck me.” That had him groaning again, an entirely different sound this time.

Steve, however, wasn’t wasting any time. He grabbed a cushion from the couch and tossed it on the floor. “All fours, princess.” He was already undoing his belt by the time you dropped to your knees. He moved behind you and pushed your dress up to give himself a clear view of your ass. He ran his hand over it before giving you a light swat. The mild sting was still enough to have you shifting.

“These have got to go,” he said tugging on the side of your panties. “Buck?”

You glanced up to see Bucky grin as he pulled out a knife and handed it to Steve. He traced your spine with the back of the blade causing you to hiss and arch your back. The sensation only doubled when he moved from cloth to bare skin. The cold steel on your flesh sent tremors through you but you weren’t scared. Far from it. “I think she likes that, Stevie,” Bucky said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “We’ll have to remember that.”

Steve merely hummed before slicing through both sides of your panties and pulling them off as he handed the knife back to his friend. His hand immediately cupped you and his fingers dipped into your soaking wet folds. “Christ, Y/N. I hope you’re ready for me, baby.”

The head of his cock nudged your entrance as if asking for permission but that only lasted a moment. A second later, Steve surged forward filling you with his length. You moaned at the familiar sensation and clawed at the carpet. He paused, giving you time to adjust then he was thrusting into you in long, slow strokes. “Don’t tease,” you ordered.

Steve laughed and increased his speed. When you groaned, Bucky was there rubbing the tip of his cock across your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked at him greedily, needing to taste him while Steve railed you from behind. Only when you had both of them inside of you did you feel complete. Whole. Whatever the fuck was wrong with you, you hoped there was no cure. You would gladly die like this.

The feeling of both of them moving in and out had a perfectly sinful, wanton moan coming from you. The vibration ran along the length of Bucky’s cock and he grunted. His fingers tightened their hold in your hair and his speed increased. Steve mirrored his pace and it didn’t take long for the office to fill with lurid grunts and the sweaty, sweet smell of sex.

Soon, you were so lost in sensation you became little more than a vessel for them to use as you climbed to your peak. Their rhythm stuttered and you knew they were close. You clenched your walls around Steve and were rewarded with a hiss and his grip on your hips tightening. At the same time, you sucked harder on Bucky and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” he bit out. “I’m close. Cum, baby girl. Come on.”

Steve’s fingers found your clit. Two seconds later you were screaming around the cock in your mouth as your cunt clutched greedily at the one in your pussy. Fuck. Bucky came next, his load shooting into your mouth and down your throat. As you swallowed his offering, Steve filled you with his cum. You felt it leak around him and drip to the floor.

They pulled out of you at the same time and you collapsed to your side. “Holy shit,” you said between pants causing your boys to laugh.

“Holy shit’s right. Damn,” Bucky agreed. Your eyes followed his movements as he tucked himself back into his pants and put himself to rights. Before you could turn to Steve, you felt fabric between your legs cleaning you up.

A glance showed him wiping away his cum with the remnants of your panties. He gave you a wicked grin. “Can’t have you leaking all over your cousin’s wedding, now can we?”

Your face heated as you thought about all the times they’d made you walk around with their cum leaking out of you. Apparently, that wasn’t appropriate for a wedding but was fine everywhere else. Steve stood and pulled his pants up before doing up his belt. He held out a hand to you. “Let’s get you fixed up, sweetheart.”

They’d barely done anything and looked like they had when you walked into the room. You, on the other hand, probably looked like you’d gone a couple of rounds with a rabid raccoon. Stupid men. Steve made sure your dress was laying correctly so everything was covered while Bucky did the same thing behind you. They both fiddled with your hair for a moment before declaring you gorgeous.

You narrowed your gaze at them, not buying it for a moment. The three of you quickly put the office to rights. There was nothing you could do about the smell of sex in the air but hopefully it would dissipate before your uncle needed to use it.

“Seriously, baby girl. You look fantastic,” Buck insisted when he noticed you fidgeting.

“Yeah, but you guys like it when I look freshly fucked,” you said as you opened the door. There was a mirror in the hallway you used to check your appearance. You actually didn’t look that bad, but you definitely looked a little wild. You shrugged. Honestly, you didn’t care. “All right, we’re saying hello to the bride, then we’re leaving.”

“No argument here.” Steve took your hand in his and Buck did the same thing on the other side.

When the three of you made it outside, you headed straight for the head table. “Sally, this is Steve and Bucky. Boys, this is my cousin Sally and her new husband Ben.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Steve greeted with a smile. Sally launched herself at him and wrapped him in a hug.

“I can’t believe you came to my wedding,” she squealed before letting go of him to hug Bucky. His eyes begged you to help him but you just smiled. Sally was a bit flighty but she was good people.

She hugged you last. “You should have told me, Y/N. I would have sat you closer to the front.”

“It’s okay, Sally. We have to go. Congratulations,” you said then let her go. When you did, you found that most of the family had come to get introductions or say their farewells. Nicole tried to go in for a hug, but Steve subtly made sure it was nothing more than a handshake. The fact you didn’t introduce her was enough to tell them she wasn’t the kind of person they wanted to know.

When she tried to hug Bucky, you intercepted and hugged her instead. “It was good seeing you, Nicole.”

“You have some explaining to do,” she said in a low voice as she hugged you tighter than necessary. When she released you, she continued to stand by you.

You watched Bucky and Steve say goodbye to your mother and uncle before they turned to you. You held up a finger to tell them you’d be right with them and leaned sideways to get closer to your cousin. “So, just out of curiosity, did anyone in the pool have them fucking me during the reception?”

#stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #here be lemons #knife play #hot girl summer challenge #marvel fanfic

[jaehyunoos]

- Over it

Summary: You always preached about getting over your ex, real fast. But what if you haven't and you've been lying to yourself all along?

Genre: Breakup!au, angst, a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Tw?: Alcohol consumption, a mention of reader wanting to unalive herself, reader is lying to herself as a coping mechanism???

Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem!reader (brief mentions of Haechan)

Word Count: 1.7k (it's the longest I've ever written lmfao)

Author's Note; Angsty queen or what?? lmao,, HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JENO !!!! also, my requests are open if you want to request anything I will deliver <3 if you read this I love you and thank you for reading !! Enjoy 💚

You were over him. You were sure of that. After breaking up you did absolutely everything to get him out of your mind and surprisingly enough, it worked. You got a new haircut, started a new job, took care of yourself better, and made new friends. Life was a piece of cake for you when he left, everything came to a lot easier, in which you were thankful for that. You had moved on once and for all... Or so you thought.

Finding yourself looking back at times you were with him, how happy he made you, how much of a gentleman he was, how he made you feel like you were high; above everyone, and how much pleasure he gave you, you were his muse.

Slapping yourself out of your trance, you promised yourself to not think about him anymore. This night was going to be all about you and you only. Not Jeno -hell- not even a hundred Jenos couldn't stop you from having fun tonight. You were over him and that was final.

Walking into the house; which the party was hosted. Nose filing with the writhing stench of pure alcohol, mixed with sweat, you internally gagged passing by a couple making out at the kitchen entrance, you rolled your eyes taking a beer from the fridge and making your way out to the sofa. No way you would get out of this party sober, you had to drink, you had to get wasted. In honor of this prick; Lee Jeno, your ex.

You always boasted about how you were over him and how you didn't love him anymore. How he hurt you so bad that your feelings for him just stopped. You were so full of yourself, wow you had gotten over a relationship that you thought would be tough to manage, what a surprise. But seeing him walk into this house -powerfully so- with a lady by his side smiling and hugging his friends, you started to rethink everything you've done so far.

Were you really over the one and only; Lee Jeno? Or was all of this just a front, a new way of coping without him in your life? How did you manage to lie to yourself and believe it?

You know what they say; fake it 'till you make it. But did you? Did you make it? No, the fuck you did not. You were not over him. And you wouldn't be able to get over him, ever. Today marks the day you realized you didn't move on, putting one and two together you realized that all this time you were lying to yourself, and everyone around you. The hypocrisy.

Chugging the liquid down your throat, along with the betrayal you felt, the cold liquid cooling off your insides, making you feel a lot better at that moment. You smiled to yourself, alcohol made you feel free, your coping mechanism of a real escape once in a while. You got up to your feet, straightening your clothes, you made your way to the kitchen once again. You made sure you walked past them in long, powerful strides, grabbing your beer and exiting the kitchen, the same way you entered.

You glanced at them, seeing as he didn't even spare a glance at you, you sulked on the sofa. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he held her, by her waist, as if she was something so delicate; so fragile that if he held her in his arms for too long, she would break and disappear from his arms. You wanted to cry at that moment, he looked so happy. Maybe he truly was, maybe he didn't lie to himself like you did, and he was truly over you.

Or maybe he wasn't, you liked to cope with that idea. That he was putting up a front for you and everyone, that he didn't move on from you, but only the pained ones can dream, am I right? You wanted to dip at that moment, hide forever; or die. You shouldn't have come to this party, ever. Maybe if you stayed home and kept lying to yourself that you were happy, that you were able to live your life better without him. But at the same time, you wanted to get up and give him a good old slap into his handsome face.

How could he move on that fast? Get a new girlfriend, just like that, as if you never meant anything to him, ever. A person sitting beside you, suddenly, took you out of your train of thoughts.

"Hyuck!!, hey!" you breathed out.

Lee Donghyuck aka; Haechan. One of Jeno's best friends aka; your emotional support boy, was there with you, in all your crazy times after your breakup with him. "Hey, babydoll" he came closer to your face so you could hear what he said. Babydoll. The nickname he created after he, unexpectedly, caught you crying over baby dollies once, while he was over for late nights talks.

"What are you doing here all by yourself, mi querida?" asked, him.

"I'm trying to have as much fun as I can, I have so much to do this week" you let out a fake sigh, you had no work, no classes this week. You were just creating excuses because you were gonna spend those 7 days crying yourself to sleep and eat ice cream 'til you throw up.

Haechan threw an arm around you "he's here you know" he motioned towards Jeno and his crew with his chin, you looked over there for a second, catching a glimpse of Jeno smiling. You looked down at your red solo cup, sighing, "I know, what can I do about it" you looked at his eyes this time. "it's his birthday today".

"I know, how could I forget" you smiled.

"Maybe, I don't know, go there and wish-"

"ooookay time to get up and dance" you patted his thigh as you got up.

"Gosh, why are you so stubborn, I asked you to wish him a happy birthday, not fuck him, for god's sake!!" Haechan shot up from the sofa.

You stood there for a second, frozen, what was this outburst?

"Are you out of your mind!? He's clearly over me Hyuck, and as much as I wanna go up there and give him the biggest hug I can't. I can't just barge into his life back again and be like "heeey" as if nothing ever happened between us, as if we didn't hurt each other!"

You didn't mean to burst out like that, he probably heard what you said in fact; everyone did. Tears gathering in your eyes, you ran outside, the embarrassment too much to handle. You felt overwhelmed. You felt as if everyone was pushing you all this time and you -just now- had finally reached your breaking point.

Sitting on a bench near the pool, you let your sadness, frustration, regret, lies; everything takes over you as you sobbed into your hands. You felt stupid for crying over something so small, you felt bad because Haechan was probably somewhere beating himself up for pushing your limits. You didn't mean to be that sensitive.

You suddenly felt movement beside you as if someone sat there. You took your face out of your hands and looked at the person. Gasping, you wiped your -now wide- eyes and sat straight. There was none there besides the one and only, yeah you guessed it; Lee Jeno. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he gave you a soft smile.

'It's okay, you can sit, I guess" you cleared your throat.

You looked at him as he stared straight into the sky, a soft smile displaying on his lips as he rocked himself gently, back and forth. Mimicking his position, you did the same as you looked to the front, enjoying the cold breeze. "What happened to us?" you heard him speak, you turned to him, shrugging, "I don't know".

"it's like one minute we were in love and the other we were not"

you frowned.

"true, it's just one of us stopped loving the other for good but the one who thought that she had everything under control, turns out she's still madly in love, with the other" you smiled at him.

What you said caught him off guard, his eyes went wide in shock, but he quickly recovered. "Look, don't get me wrong I loved you; a lot, heck I might still love you. No, scratch that I am still in love with you, but, I'm in a very happy and healthy relationship and I want to keep it that way" you felt yourself tense up at the word 'relationship' but you quickly covered it up with a smile "it's okay Jeno, I get it, I never really expected anything after our breakup anyways" you patted his shoulder as you continued looking at the stars in the sky.

"Hey, Jen" you called out to him.

"Hm?"

"Can I get a last hug?" you looked at him.

"Come here" he motioned as he opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

That's what it felt like hugging your whole world.

Finally. She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven. After all the pain, the drama and deceit, the chaos and despair, there was rest. She felt once again the warmth and safety of his arms and how his hands held her as if he had known her all her life. She was finally home.

"She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven." But that only would last that long as Jeno had to go back home to the safety of the arms of his girlfriend, and she had to go back to an empty home, an empty world, cause that's what her world felt like without him; empty. She wanted him back in her arms, she needed to be in his arms, but it was too late for that as Jeno went back to his girlfriend and she had to go back home, full of regrets. She was not over him and she chooses to ignore it and the more she ignored it the more further away Jeno slipped from her arms to the arms of another.

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[jay-and-dean]

Yet another thing to celebrate

Dean x reader

Summary (I used the requester’s words) :  Reader’s birthday is on Christmas Eve, which generally sucks because everyone is either skint or celebrating Christmas.

Warnings : Fluffy fluff with a little fluff whipped cream on top. Very implied smut.

Wordcount : 3.6k

Note : This is my fic for @girl-next-door-writes Secret Santa (I reaaally hope you like it lovely, merry Christmas and happy birthday) hosted by @negans-lucille-tblr​ on @spnsecretsantaficexchange​.

I also made my participation to the amazing @acklesterritory​‘s celebration challenge, in the fic, my prompt was “I saw that, you just checked me out”, it’s bold in the fic.

The song refered to is She’s always a woman, by Billie Joel.

The text dividers are from the great @firefly-graphics​

Jay’s Masterlist

          Christmas…

           Before you even open your eyes, you sigh, grabbing the soft pillow in your fist and nuzzling on its softness in a sleepy grunt.

You don’t hate this day, but it often makes you a little sad despite your will to enjoy it fully. It is your birthday. December 24, the busiest day in the country, damn, in the whole West. And even if you are not the kind to want the full attention on you, to be spoiled or anything, you just wish sometimes that, for once, you could have a proper birthday.

           When you were a teen, you more than once even dared dreaming of a party you could throw, but Christmas is about family and basically about everyone. Not you.

           You dream of a little birthday party with friends, some drinks, music, maybe dancing a little... But it would be impossible unless you do it way before or way after, and it wouldn't really be the same...

           This year is different though.

           This winter, even if the celebration of your birth was totally forgotten, you don’t need anything more than what you have now. And what you have is Dean Winchester. Nothing is more important than that, nothing can make you happier.

           In fact, nothing can really make you feel any other way than blessed after this summer. After Dean kissed you on that hunt, after you two had sex in the Impala on your way home ; after later he asked you to stay in his bed for the night that other evening you both ended up naked. And finally, after he asked you to stay in his room for good a few weeks later, and started calling you his girlfriend.

           You smile thinking of waking up next to him and move your feet to find his behind you. But when you don’t, you turn and rub your eyes before opening them.

           Empty. Your shared bed is empty.

“Dean ?” is the first word you say, but the room stays cruelly silent.

Of course… It’s Christmas. He must be busy, like everyone is always on that day… The sting on your heart comes back... You have woken up with the man you love every single morning for the last few months, but not today.

           That is how lame your birthday can be.

           After staying in bed almost one hour, trying to shake that blues off by thinking of how blessed you are, you finally are about to get up and face that stolen day, but the door opens slowly.

           You close your eyes, not really knowing why, maybe just to avoid having to find an explanation for not getting up before if you were awake. The bed moves under Dean’s weight as he crawls on it slowly but you don’t move, even when he clumsily crushes your arm a little while hovering you.

“Happy birthday Baby” he whispers with his coffee breath close to your face. “Have you decided to skip today ? It’s almost noon.”

“Mh…” you hum, lifting your arms to reach his neck, desperate to feel his skin. “Thank you.”

You hesitate a second, wanting to ask him why he got up without you today, why he didn’t wake you with kisses and sweet words like he often does, but you don’t say anything, grateful enough that he got tired of you not being with him and came to get you.

           He lets a part of his weight fall on you, making you huff and laugh softly. His scruff scratches your shoulder, the rough fabric of his jeans is uncomfortable and his belt is digging to your hip but you wouldn't change a thing.

           Your hand goes to his neck and massages it softly, he hums, and you feel his body softly relax. You always know just how to calm him, how to make him fall back asleep after a nightmare, how to make his muscles calm after the roughest hunts. But after less than a minute, he grunts, sitting up.

"No, no" he shakes his head. "You're not making me skip that day with you ! Get up Baby."

He grabs your shoulders and playfully shake them, not realizing that even his kidding strength is huge.

"Geeet uuuup" he chuckles when your whole body is shaken and your laugh sounds funny because of it.

           The warm water runs along your hair and down your spine, and a soft steam fills the bathroom. For sure, that was a great late breakfast, with pancakes Dean had made for you, and his little stolen kisses.

           He is really making this day better.

           Maybe you can forget about your birthday now, and just enjoy Christmas like a normal person. You are loved, and you are happy, you don't need anything else.

           Washing your hair, you smile thinking of the tree the boys have bought, so big that they struggled to carry it up the stairs. You chuckle at thinking of Dean grumbling about the thorns covering Baby's seats. They even bought bags mysterious decorations and fairy lights they never let you see. The library now smells like Christmas tree.

           We're celebrating this year, Dean said. And in the years you have known the Winchesters, you indeed never saw them put so much effort in a holiday.

           A lot of things keep surprising you.

           Sam once told you that his brother had changed a lot since he was with you, making you worry more than anything else. You never wanted Dean to change, you love Dean just the way he is... Then you understood what Sammy was saying...

           You understood in the little things. Like Dean's new love for late mornings in bed, like him drinking a little less, being a little less reckless during hunts, humming in the shower, letting go more in bed, allowing himself to give up the constant control he has on himself... And in his will to celebrate Christmas. Dean is not different, he is just happier.

           Your eyes get a little wet with joy at the thought while your rub your body with the delicious smelling foam.

           Forget your birthday, if Dean's happiness demands this day to be the Christmas he didn't have as a kid, the Christmas he is finally allowing himself to want, then you are honored to help him make it perfect.

           You step out of the shower and your eyes meet the big mirror. In the middle of it, written with a big finger on the thick steam : "I love you Y/n".

           Your choice is made : This will be Christmas. This will be anything to make that man as lucky as you are.

"How can I help ?" you say, entering the kitchen where Dean is apparently trying to make cookies, wearing this apron he only puts on for great occasions.

"I'm making cookies men like in Shrek" he says pointing to the not-so-bad gingerbread biscuits he already cooked with his finger covered in dough.

           You come behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, forehead on his back, just feeling his breathing for a second. Dean doesn't stop what he is doing because he is used to you tenderly and randomly holding him, his clean fingers only come to gently caress your arm for a second before he shapes another cookie, chuckling when he adds a tiny penis to the little guy.

"I love you too" you murmur, nose grazing his back to bath in his smell.

He hums.

"We will eat dinner pretty early, I hope you're hungry" he says, looking at his watch. "I want to enjoy some time with my girl after."

You smile, getting on your tiptoes to kiss the uncovered skin of his neck above the collar of his flannel. He wants a lazy evening, making love like you do, or maybe try a kinky thing ; what is sure is you will gladly give him what he wants.

           Time goes by sweetly as you watch this deadly warrior check the turkey while his equally legendary warrior brother prepares another round of eggnog for the three of you. They move around like busy bees in the room and it's a perfect show.

           You sit on the counter, talking about silly things, sometimes doing something to help, when your boyfriend lets you. You keep sipping from the sugary drink, and watching the beauty of Dean just be before your eyes. Unaware of how perfect he is in his every moves, he just works with his strong arms and skilled hands.

           Your eyes linger a little along his thick thighs, and you bend your head to the side to enjoy the exquisite sight of the sensual curve of his butt.

"I saw that, you just checked me out" he says in a smile without even turning around.

"And ?" you let out in a chuckle. "What are you going to do about that ?"

At your surprise, he starts to rock his hips from right to left slowly in clumsy funny moves of his butt, like he wanted to sexy dance for you without stopping what he is doing, earning an eye roll from his brother when his hip hits him on his way.

           Christmas is already perfect.

           The table is beautiful. Different courses in pretty plates you didn't know the guys had filling it like you have only seen in the movies. There is way too much food for three people but you are so happy that your beloved Winchester can eat like they want for Christmas eve.

           Everything is pretty, the giant messy tree has real bright decorations on it and there are even a few presents at its feet, wrapped messily in colorful papers.

           But their most impressive work is the light in the room, changing the place completely. Almost none of the artificial lights of the bunker is on, and a subdued ambiance with fairy lights and candles make it look even more magical than it usually is.

"When did you find the time to do all that ?" you smile with unintended wetness in your enthralled eyes. "It looks... enchanted in here."

"You stayed in bed until noon" Dean says in a light chuckle, pulling a chair for you and putting a kiss on your cheek. "Merry Christmas baby."

"It's perfect, Deanie" you turn your head so his next kiss lands on the corner of your mouth. "Merry Christmas guys."

Sam sits, rubbing his hands at the sight of the turkey, and starts reminding his brother of an old memory of a past Christmas you listen with all your focus. Everything that can make you know more about their life always catches your full attention. You are, after all, their biggest fan.

           The story is about a Christmas when Dean was a teen. He had spent the night between 23th and 24th December with a girl and was really late to come back to the motel. Sam thought maybe he wouldn't be back for diner, he had already taken the cereals out of the closet when Dean showed up carrying the whole cooked Turkey he had stolen from the girl's parents.

           You look at your boyfriend with all the love in the world and bend to give him a kiss on the forearm while he cuts a piece of this not stolen meat for you.

"Her parents were dicks, and I couldn't let you starve, dad would have killed me" Dean chuckles, filling your plate.

           But you know the story must be really different from just that, Dean never brags about how great he was with Sam.

           You let out a little moan, tasting the food and Dean’s face is lit by a wide proud grin.

“It’s good ?” he asks before he even tastes, an excited hope in his eyes.

“Delischious” you answer with your mouth full, a hand before it.

           And indeed, everything is perfect. Dean, as much as Sam can playfully denies it, is a great cook. He has no technique, no cooking education, but what he has is a real love for food and comfort, a great experience on mixing things and tasting that gives him a perfect intuition. And, above all, the strong selfless will of saying "I love you" with food like some people have.

           Sitting on the floor next to the tree, you hold against you the red flannel Dean finally agreed to give you, and the books Sam bought for you. Your head is leaning lovingly on your lover's shoulder while he looks, exited, at the vinyl records he got, humming his favorite songs.

           You crawl between his thighs and rest your back on his chest, your head back, temple grazing his scruff.

"Best Christmas ever" you smile, feeling his lips graze your cheek. "So what is the program of a Winchester Christmas after that ?"

You close your eyelid and take a deep breath of Dean's scent, expecting a sexy proposition.

"We're going somewhere" he smiles, and, when you open your eyes, you see Sam put on his coat.

"Now ?" you frown, a little confused. "Where ?"

Dean gets up, putting you on your feet with his strong arm, and takes his coat and yours from Sam's hands.

"I'm not telling you. Take your jacket and get in the car."

           He is silent on the road despite all your questions.

           You listen to the car's purring and look outside to try to guess where they are taking you. The white snow covers the sides of the road with a very thin and delicate layer, the headlights are hit with little swirling snowflakes, and no clue betrays their surprise.

           Sam is smiling, looking out the window. You know they have been planning something, and you know you will love it. Maybe they will show you a place they used to go when they were kids, maybe take you to a special place where you can see the stars so clearly, like this time last summer.

"Come on Dean" you say, kneeling on Baby's back seat to wrap your arms around him from behind, going down a little to feel his firm chest though his shirt under your palms. "Tell me."

"You can't wait just five minutes" he tries to grunt, but it sounds more like a chuckle.

           You fall silent, not letting go of him, holding him like the precious treasure he is, occasionally smelling his hair, kissing his shoulder and tracing the contours of his ear. You just can't stop touching him, and since that talk you had after sex once, you know how much he loves it.

"Aw" Sam mocks you like he often does. "You two are so cute."

"Fuck yeah we are" Dean groans, turning right to a one way road.

"You know Christmas is already perfect" you smile. "You don't have to surprise me again."

"Yeah, I know" he says, parking in front of a bar. "But, it's not only Christmas today."

           You look around, confused. The guys open the door, letting the freezing cold enter the Impala, and get out in a perfect sync. You follow them, lifting your eyes to the colorful neon lights reflecting in the snowy night. Around on the parking lot, more cars than you would have expected are parked, and you wonder who would spend Christmas eve in a bar like this one.

           But before you can wonder why they would have taken you there, to this bar you never heard off, your boyfriend's hand wraps around your waist and he guides you inside, pushing the heavy doors.

           The first thing that hits you is the perfect warmth of the inside. The temperature is perfect but not only : the music is smooth like honey, it's this kind of blues that is paradoxically happy and comforting, it smells like wood and whiskey ; and above all, here too, there is something about the light that feels like a hug.

           The second thing that hits you is the welcoming familiar face of Garth smiling to you.

"Garth ?" you frown and feel Dean's lips graze your ear. "Happy birthday Baby."

He lets go of you to walk to the people there at the bar, arms open to greet them, letting you stunned.

           You are recognizing all you friends there, still in their Christmas clothes, walking to you to hug you and bring you drinks and for a few seconds, your body just stays still.

           No one is missing, not one person. And, even if you don't have hundreds of friends since you joined the hunter life, you have never seen a room so full of love.

"Let me take your coat" Jody says, seeing you froze to the spot.

"I... You're here for me ? Th-they planned all that ?" you stammer with some watery emotions filling your eyes.

"Dean did" Jody smiles. "We followed."

             You're sipping from that delicious drink the bartender made according to your tastes, unable to take that smile off of your face. Donna, a little tipsy in her pretty outfit, is telling sexy jokes with a full dimpled smile, making Sam chuckle and Charlie high-five her, spilling a little of her drink on you.

           From the corner of your eye, you look at him.

           He is bending on the pool table with a smirk, his beer next to him. From here, you can't hear what he is saying to the other players, but it seems a little cocky. After only a few seconds staring at him, it's like he felt it and he looks up, giving you the cutest wink.

           And you blush. Because even after all you have lived together, even after the kinky experiences, the intimate moments, after seeing him cry, yell, suffer or come... A wink is still enough to turn you to a blushing mess.

           All evening, he has been keeping his distance just a little. Not avoiding you at all but not clinging to you, to let you enjoy your friends, to let you have the full experience of a birthday party like you dreamed of since you were a teen.

           A birthday with loud silly discussions, a lot of drinks, inventing silly tipsy games with your best friends, trading your clothes in the bathroom, catching up as much as dancing with each other... And you never felt loved that much.

           Dean's love is the sun in the middle of your world, but now you can also see the stars, and it is probably the best night of your life so far.

           He managed to do something you never could for years and all your friends agreed with his crazy plan. They all had an early Christmas diner to be able to drive here, offer you too many drinks and be there for you. They all made it about you and you're both incredibly grateful and emotional. And since most of them will come sleep at the bunker -and eat all the leftovers with you tomorrow- you don't have to care about the time.

           Suddenly, a music note catches your ear.

           You know that note by heart. It is the first note of your favorite love song, it is the firsts notes of what Dean hums in your ear sometimes when he holds you after making love to you, pushing your hair on the side to see your sweaty bliss face.

           You turn you head and meet green eyes, closer than you expected.

"Hey" he says, taking your hand.

"Hey" you smile.

He tugs gently at your arm, pulling you away from the bar to wrap his arms around your waist.

           You have missed him. Of course he was here, but after everything he has done for you, you really have missed holding him, smelling his skin and kissing his lips.

           He starts to sway his hips really slightly, humming the love words of the song, and you throw your arms around his neck, looking up at his perfect face.

"She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes..." he whispers the lyrics, fingers grazing the skin of your neck.

And for the hundredth time today, your eyes fill with happy tears while his fingertips go down on your back to hold your waist again.

"Are you having fun ?" he asks low, one hand stroking your lower back tenderly, thumb pushing your shirt up discreetly to feel your skin.

"It's the best night of my life" you give him your most sincere smile. "Dean... You are really incredible, you know that ?"

"Yeah" he nods, hiding his shyness in a kiss on your lips.

"I really was ready to chose Christmas, you know ?" you state, swaying your hips slowly with him, forgetting the rest of the world in your bubble of love.

His plumb lips gently raise on the corner, and he lets go of you to search his pocket.

"I didn't have to choose between hunter life and happy life thanks to you, so I'll make sure you never have to choose between your birthday and Christmas" he murmurs in your ear, before kissing your temple.

His hand reach yours and he opens it to put a little thing on your palm.

"What do you say we had yet another thing to celebrate on that day ?" his breath tickles  your neck and you look down to your hand, discovering a little golden ring with a tiny blue stone in the middle of your shaking palm.

"Dean ?"

"Marry me Baby ?"

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[ethanharli]

Requested: On Wattpad.

Pairing(s): Mina Ashido x Trans Male Reader.

Warning(s): Fluff, Slight Mentions of Dysphoria, Mentions of rib pain, Other then that it's happy stuff.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I wrote this a long time ago but I wanted to post it here cause I actually liked it :")

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A groan emitted from my throat as I tried to breathe, resting my palms on my knees, "Hey [Y/n], you alright?" Glancing to the side I saw Mina standing next to me, giving me a worried look before she placed her on on my shoulder. "Uh, well" I let out a nervous chuckle, trying to avoid her gaze since I knew I was about to get scolded, "I kinda left my binder on.." I mumbled, Mina's eyes widened  at my words until she sent me a disappointed frown. "Let's go!" She quickly hummed out as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to Mister Aizawa, who lifted an eyebrow at us, "Mister Aizawa [Y/n] needs a break, he left his binder on again" Mina spat out, waiting for his reply.

"Really?" He groaned, but his glare sure did send a shiver down my spine, "I was running late for class! So I panicked and kinda forgot to take it off" I huffed, trying to control my breathing a bit as my ribs ached in pain. "Fine, go take a break, and make sure to take that damn thing off!" He growled, starting to rub his eyes, "Don't worry! I'll make sure he will" Mina smiled, now dragging me off to the boys locker room. However we did take a break every now and then since it got a bit harder for me to breathe, but once we arrived she shoved me inside and shut the door, making sure to give me some privacy. 

I couldn't help but smile at that as I took of the rib crushing binder, "So how long have you had it on?" I could hear her ask from the other side of the door, "Almost nine hours" I chuckled nervously, yet I knew I was safe from her since she's not allowed in the guys locker room but, she could defiantly still yell my ear off. "What?! [Y/n]! You know that's not good for your health!" She shouted, while I looked at the door, "I know your dysphoria sucks but you can't keep hurting yourself like this! You need a break!" My eye's slowly started to water when I looked down at my chest, feeling my heart ache in pain as I tried to ignore it.

"Look [Y/n] we all care about you, even though some of us ahem- Bakugou, won't admit it, we really do care, so please, take care of yourself" I finally cried at how sincere and honest her words sounded. Opening the door I slightly looked down at her, letting out a few sniffles "I will" I whimpered, watching as her lips curved into a faint smile before pulling me into a gentle hug, "Thank you" She whispered, rubbing comforting circles onto my back before pulling away. I tilted my head a bit when she cupped my cheeks, staring into my eyes, "And for what its worth" Her smile gradually began to go before she leaned up and softly pecked my nose, "Your my handsome man! The best boyfriend any girl could ask for!" She squealed.

My cheeks quickly flushed a deep crimson, causing me to use my hand to hide it, "Your to cute."

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It has been many years after that, and honestly, I'm glad to where my life led me, standing right in front of my beautiful soon to be wife. 

However, none of this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for the sports festival back in high school. Her and I never really talked before than, but when we fought in the final battle she managed to melt of some of my shirt, exposing my binder underneath. She apologized so much for "outing me" as she liked to put it, but she was also the first person to give me support, I don't know where I'd be without her.

Letting out a deep exhale I tried to shake off all my nervousness as I looked into her eyes, "I [Y/n] take you, Mina to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you for all the days of my life" I smiled, slipping the diamond ring onto her finger. "And I Mina take you [Y/n] to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you for all the days of my life" Her eye's watered from happiness when she slipped on my ring.

"You may kiss the bride."

And with that I quickly swept her into my arms, capturing her lips into a deep kiss, letting the music and cheers fade out while I enjoyed that special moment with her, cause nothing can compare to how happy this girl makes me. "I love you" I whispered, once our lips finally parted, "I love you too" She laughed happily, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck pulling my into a bone crushing hug. "Gah! I'm so excited! I can finally be Mrs. [L/n]!" She giggled, twirling around in her beautiful white wedding dress that hugged her figure perfectly, "It does have a nice ring to it" I smirked, dragging her off to the limo.

Once we entered the limo she snuggled up against me, letting out a content sigh,"We could be a hero duo! And start a family! How many kids would you like to adopt? Two? Three? Maybe four?!" She pondered as we made our way to the after party, "And I can't believe Bakugou agreed to be your best man! That was a shocker" She laughed, "Yeah can't disagree there, but, he and I have been good friends for a long time so, I'm glad he accepted" My smile slowly curved into a nervous one, remembering all the begging I had to do to get him to agree.

"You know.." She mumbled, looking up at me with a loving gaze. 

"Your still my handsome man, and now, the best husband anyone could ever ask for!"

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