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lucrezianoin · 8 months

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"Say please" Astarion's reaction - Goblin party vs Tiefling party (well done vs good boy)

Here we go, I need to analyze the party proposal from Astarion. So, if you do not get Astarion to proposition before the party he will do so at the party (if you have high enough approval). But the way he does it is OH SO different, and I think it might gives some clues on him and in general how he regards Tav/Dark Urge (which I will call Tav from now on).

Look, I played as female one and male the other, I don't think that gender is the reason for any difference here.

First of all, how to get to the party:

Goblin party: it is the evil choice. Not only you kill refugees, but you also ally yourself with the Absolute (which is the thing you are trying to hide from and attacked you). Your companions will react like this is the evil choice (Gale will threaten to leave, Wyll and Karlach leave, Lae'zel cares little, Shadowheart pretends not to care but she drinks herself into a stupor, and Astarion well, I will talk about it in this post)

The tiefling party: It is the good choice. Even the atmosphere of the party is better, there is music, dancing etc. You defeat the goblins, you save the day.

So, to start, to make sure I take everything in consideration, these were my approval scores with Astarion: 41 (identified by the game as High) at the goblin party (evil choice) vs 38 (medium) at the tiefling party (good choice).

OKAY HERE WE GO. So at the party, the scene will be different. I will post screenshots too, but if you want to see these two scenes back to back: first is the "evil one", and the second one is the "good one":

I will focus on three things:

The "say please" moment + "what"

the fact that you can tell him good boy in the good run, but not in the evil one (and how he reacts)

The general way Astarion acts

"SAY PLEASE" -> good boy vs well done

So in the above video you can check "say please" for evil choice at 2:01, and for good choice at 0:22.

So in the evil version we flirt and then when we refuse to go to bed with him (everything is so much more direct), we can ask "Say please". His reaction is a short, almost annoyed "What." The intonation sounds so flat, indignant.

In the good version, his flirting is much more subtle (as in, Tav is not completely on the same page), his "What?" definitely has a not of surprise and is much softer. I cannot tell if it is a good surprise or a bad one, but the general sense of it is more sensual?

The note from the devs is that he never had to be in this position (asking someone please for sex) so he is surprised. Interestingly, this note does not exist for the goblin party, only for the tiefling one.

Just look at his face:

He does seem more collected in the second one, maybe like he is keeping his flirty mask more secure on himself. There is definitely a smile, but with him it is hard to get if it is his mask, or him being positively surprised. BUT what we can say is that the mask slip in the first version, and he is much more annoyed.

I also noticed that the way he is animated to say PLEASE IS DIFFERENT. Top row: evil choice vs bottom row good choice

The first pic of both rows is his face immediately after the roll, when he starts to say please, one is definitely... not super happy about it, the other seems surprised. But the ending result is similar... still, the evil choice one has him in a much more seductive movement, that thing he does where he lowers his head and looks up so his eyes are half lidded? He does that a lot in act 1 seduction, where he is trying to sell you the fantasy.

The note from the dev was "through gritted teeth" so I do not think he is happy in any of the two choices.

Now, in reply to his please, you also have different options, which for me are the most interesting one:

(also in general the good version has more close ups to the characters faces for some reason)

In the evil one you can tell him "Well done! I will see you tonight" and in the good one you can tell him "Good boy! Let's get together tonight".

I THINK this is the focal point of why that "please" scene is so different. In the evil playthrough he saw you killing innocents, having little to no empathy, siding with, well, basically the villains. Your "say please" is more likely to come from a position of needing power over him than a fun flirting line. You literally slaughtered children, and now you are telling him to "Say please". He also could be surprised because he thought he was more of an equal to you? And the "well done" sounds very military-like. Yes, you did, just like I told you to, now get on with it.

In the good playthrough, instead, you have saved innocents, he even calls himself a hero and he is surprised to be on the hero side. Up till now, you have mostly done a very good deed out of the kindness of your heart. Asking him to "say please" would be cruel unless it is... kinky? FLIRTING? I think because of who Tav is the choice to ask him has to end up in the playful seduction category instead of the "I want you to grovel" category. His reaction is maybe surprised because that is unexpected, to hear you ask that after you have been so kind, but it is still firmly in the realm of sexy times. You don't tell him "well done", you tell him "GOOD BOY". That is definitely in the realm of sexy times much much more, and kinda gives a different sense to the scene.

Just look at the difference between these two faces!! It is the same line, but in one case he is a bit closed off, in the other his face is so much more open. I can almost read... hope?? Because you are a good person?

General attitude

The thing is, it could also just mean that he is THAT good. I still think the "what" is a slip of his mask, but in general the way he acts could be just tailored for who you want and who you are. So of course, if you are good and kind you would probably be manipulated more easily by puppy easy and open looks, so the second option would work better on that Tav.

Or simply, he is already changing?? He is seeing that there is a different way to live and not being killed.

In general, the way he flirts with Tav is also quite different:

In one case (first one, evil) he is more direct. He is not beating around the bush, he asks you what happens next and you can literally tell him "well, I will sleep with you".

In the good version, he is much more elaborate, and even your choice to ask him to sleep together is much less direct ("quality time").

In general, I think what DorianDarkstar @doriandarkstar (twitter account) (WHO HAS SO MANY GOOD INSIGHTS ON ASTARION and is often subjected to my endless posts) said in reply to me mentioning the scene makes the most sense:

Also, I just wanted to add the two Tav faces:

No idea if this is just a difference of drow vs tiefling, but my drow (evil choices) is much more annoyed and confrontational!

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #spoilers #astarion spoilers #bg3 spoilers #meta

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nanaminsmoon · 9 months

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𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: this has just been sat in the vaults for a month and i'm just in eren brainrot mode rn so here she is😁 also, i just imagined rapper!eren being like central cee. so just imagine him wearing a nike tech in every interaction lol.

cw: fingering, pnv, infidelity, mentions of breeding, finger sucking, eren calls reader; 'ma', 'my girl', 'baby', and i don't cosign homewrecking be respectful y'all😭

cw: 4590...

rapper!eren who tells you it was never meant to go this far, because it truly wasn't. it all started because you had similar music taste, so you understood the influence of his favourite artists (which happened to be your favourite artists) on his music.

you first met rapper! eren when you bumped into one another at the record store. he was a popular up and coming artist, so you somewhat recognised him but you couldn't pinpoint where from. you had been in the same section of the shop and he liked your outfit, thought you had great taste and, when you turned around, he saw that you were bad. so he sparked up a conversation with you. he was used to people pretending they didn’t know who he was just to get into his inner circle but, upon further conversation, he could tell that you really barely had any idea who he was. and, initially, that was a punch to his ego (because damn his music isn’t reaching baddies like that??), but he just decided it was for the best.

rapper!eren who called you after you gave him your number, which you found quite interesting because you barely knew each other and he was calling you before even texting you?? but you answered, and conversations about anything and everything meant that when you looked up from the doodle you had been focused on while talking to him, the small clock hand had moved forwards three numbers. saying you were ‘surprised’ by his depth makes it seem as though you expected him to be an idiot, but you were just taken aback by the way that every other word he said to you was an echo of the thoughts you had never gotten the chance to shout out into the world.

rapper!eren whose words had your cheeks heating up as they begun to ache from smiling at his flirtatious tone. honeyed syllables flowed into your ears, only just to run back out, slowly caressing your skin on its way down to the space between your legs. though not necessarily obscene, rapper!eren‘s words dirtied the scenes running in your mind, painting a packed gallery of lude images you wanted him to paint all over your body.

“did you just giggle?”, he chuckled over the phone, and you shook your head furiously as if he could see you.

“what? no!”, you sat up on your bed, the defence on your features evident to both you and the walls surrounding you. he wasn’t wrong, you did giggle. but you wouldn’t let him hear that admission. it felt slightly ridiculous, because you had only known him for a few weeks, but whenever you saw the name ’eren<;3’ appear on your phone, the muscle between your ribs would begin a high intensity workout. the effects manifesting themselves in the endorphins flying through your body, and the way he just made you feel…giddy.

calls started off as being once every few days. then it was once a day. then his name was painting your phone screen twice a day. then it became a few times a day; he would call you when he woke up, and you would try your best to not lose it over his morning voice, especially when he said shit like:

”i wish i could see you right now, i feel like you look cute in the morning. nah? i don’t believe that”.

you would call him on your commute, then you’d eat dinner together over facetime. then, once the sun set, every step in your night-time routine would be interrupted by rapper!eren’s inquisitons about literally everything: ”what’s that for?”, ”what does that do?”, ”your skin is perfect you don’t need all that.” and, soon, the texts began sprinkling themselves in between those calls; ’good morning’ texts, ’how’s your day goin?’ texts, ’show me your fit’ texts, ’facetime?’ texts, and ’you got time to call?’ texts.

then two, or so, months passed and you came to find out why the beginning of your relationship was mainly just calls: so it couldn’t be traced back to him. though he had your contact saved, he could always just delete your call logs, and you would have no way of proving that you actually spoke. this revelation struck you shortly after a tiktok came up on your foryoupage showing someone talking about rapper!eren and his rumoured girlfriend. said ‘rumoured’ girlfriend who really just looked like his actual girlfriend with the way his arm was slung around her shoulder, her hand reaching up to hold his, as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. as soon as rapper!eren noticed the cameras, he peeled himself off of her and put his hands in his joggers. and, as pissed as you were, you could admit that the girl was cute; standing shorter than him, with short brown hair.

rapper!eren whose eyebrows met to screw in frustration at his calls and texts going unanswered. a part of him grew unreasonably pissed off when he kept calling you and kept getting sent to voicemail. at first, he assumed you were just busy so he just postponed his call because he knew what time you usually ate dinner, meaning he knew when you usually called him. but to make sure you weren’t still busy, he texted you and again, it was just ‘read’.

“what the fuck?”, he whispered at his phone screen as he sat in the back of the black suv. no matter what he tried, rapper!eren got no response and he didn’t know why that cut him so deep. he was inured to female attention so your replacement was nothing more than a dm away. but…he didn’t want to replace you. talking to you had become so pivotal to his day-to-day routine and he didn’t like that being taken away from him without him having a say. but after three days of dodging his calls, you finally texted him.

…: you have a gf?

rapper!eren: thats what this shit was about y/n?

…: this shit?? nigga you have a girlfriend tf you mean this shit??

rapper!eren: its more complicated than that

…: is it???

…: she’s either your gf or she isn’t how’s that complicated?

rapper!eren: dw abt it

rapper!eren: come to my studio tonite. got smth i wanna run by you

…: huh??

read.

rapper!eren who finally responded a few hours after that conversation. but, instead of the explanation you were looking for, you got sent an address and a message telling you that someone was on their way to come pick you up. you quickly texted rapper!eren your address, then you had just half an hour to get ready. had this been a week ago, you would’ve done a bit more; matching underwear and all. but instead, you just decided to keep it cute but simple—both your outfit, and your makeup.

you got a text telling you to make your way outside and when you did, you were met with a black suv with tinted windows. as weird as it looked, the driver asking for your name reassured you and you got in. the drive to the address was silent. it was just you and the driver in there, and he didn’t even spare you a glance once you got in the car, so you were just left with your thoughts. and they made it a very gruelling 30 minute journey. once you arrived at the building, the driver took you to the door, where you were met with rapper!eren‘s manager. that’s when you found out that the building was where rapper!eren‘s studio was.

rapper!eren who sat alone behind a translucent door, looking down at his phone until his manager opened the door. you hadn’t seen him in person since the first time you met and, knowing what you now knew, your heart was at the pit of your stomach. so your first few moments there were spent stood, abashedly, at the door. an unreadable smirk braced his face at your appearance, before he made his way to hug you. being polite, you hugged him back. and those nasty wasps in your stomach were mixing with butterflies. you hated it to say it, but you were attracted to rapper!eren and the strong smell of his aftershave was enough to drive the butterflies in your stomach to migrate to the space between your legs. but, at some point, their wings would be clipped by the fact that the man had a girlfriend.

rapper!eren who noticed you looking a little skittish, and moved to stroke your arm to calm you down but you just looked at him blankly so he moved away. the weird feeling in your stomach had yet to go away, and it only grew once you looked around and saw that the only lights on were red LED lights, and a few candles placed on random tables.

“you drink?”, rapper! eren picked up a bottle of expensive looking red wine and two big wine glasses.

“not with men who have girlfriends, no.”, you quipped, taking your hoodie off, and putting it on the sofa.

rapper! eren who really did call you there to ask you about something because he had made a new song, and he wanted to see how you liked it. no one else knew what his vision was but, having similar music taste, he knew you would. but the second your hoodie came off, his intentions wavered. at that very moment, he could feel the very thing he had been trying to bury for the past few days, making his dick twitch in his joggers. making it infinitely harder to ignore—if he even wanted to do that anymore.

rapper! eren whose eyes glimmered at the sight of you thoroughly enjoying his song, even giving him real feedback that he knew would make the song better. you were sat by his laptop and the way your knees would touch whenever you moved to the beat did not go neglected. despite your prior apprehensions, he had poured you both some red wine, and you were slowly making your way through your glasses. mid-conversation, he caught you staring at his chains. especially the pendant with his name on it; bussed down and twinkling even under the minimal lighting.

“you like ‘em?”, he looked down at his chest, smirking, and you nodded at him.

“are they heavy?”, you giggled. that chain was thick but the pendant on it looked like it had some weight on it too.

rapper! eren‘s answer wasn’t verbal, instead he just reached behind his neck and took it off, holding it toward you,

“try it on”, he said, quietly and you shook your head. the man had a girlfriend why was he drinking with you, and asking you to put his chain on??

“nah, bro, that’s too far. you’ve got a gir—”, you began, and rapper! eren rolled his eyes as he got up from his chair,

“first off, she’s not here. second, don’t call me ‘bro’. that’s what my boys call me.”, he stood, looking down at you, obviously waiting for you to stand up. your guilt only grew, to subside again, as you got up. and then he stepped closer. you were sat pretty close before, but now the tips of your shoes were meeting. then he leaned forward and reached behind you to put his chain on you. once it hung around your neck, you got the answer to your question; it was heavy.

lost in observation, you hadn’t even realised the way rapper! eren‘s hands hadn’t left your body, they had just changed locations. they moved from the back of your neck, to your cheeks where he held you to face him. fuck. this man was fine. yes, you felt bad but she was purring. you didn’t know his girl so what loyalties did you have to her? and plus, who are you to judge other people’s relationships? maybe she’s okay with him cheating…

you knew damn well you were just being selfish, but that didn’t stop you from moaning into rapper! eren‘s mouth once his lips collided with yours. the way the baby, blue shimmer of the diamonds bounced off the gloss on your lips made them impossible to ignore. they were just asking for rapper! eren to mess them up, and replace the sheen with the one provided by his saliva. this wasn’t the first time he had cheated on his girlfriend; he was surrounded by beautiful women who wanted him every single day, and he had the self control of a dog who hadn’t been fed in weeks. but this time felt like more than just kissing, rapper! eren didn’t want anyone else to have you. and he hadn’t realised that until he saw you with his name shining around your neck.

the slow, fervent kiss grew haste when rapper! eren‘s hands started moving to grip anything he could through your dress. soon, you were straddling him on the black leather sofa, slowly grinding on him as he pushed you down onto the tent forming in his grey nike tech. naturally, your dress began to hike up your body, and rapper! eren aided its trek by pulling it up so the end of the dress was lightly pecking the top of your black lace thong. it was at this point that rapper! eren knew that there was no going back for him; if he didn’t fuck you now, he would be dreaming about it until he did.

his lips did not leave you once—moving from your own to your cheeks, jaw, neck, chest. his hand laid on your clothed tit, the other being pulled out from under your dress, and quickly covered by his swollen pink lips. the way his tongue swirled around your nipple had you throwing your head back, your hips not stopping once. veins that once transported blood became the primary vehicle for the pleasure he was providing you, you hadn’t even noticed his hand moving to the space between your legs. slipping your thong aside, he began rubbing circles on your clit.

“’ren, p-please”, you whined, breathlessly. thoughts weren’t connecting properly anymore, so you didn’t even know what you were pleading for. you just felt the need to say something.

“w-wait, please”, you breathed out, and he hummed against whatever skin he was kissing at that point, you really didn’t know anymore. your entire body was on fire, so it all just felt like one big sensation.

“i am waiting, ma”, rapper! eren cooed, “there’s a lot more i wanna be doing right now.”, he nipped your other breast that he had alternated to at some point, and you knew he would leave a mark. and that’s exactly what he wanted.

a few minutes passed before rapper! eren inserted his middle and ring finger inside you. shivers ran a marathon all over your body as his bussed down star ring grazed your thigh, while he pumped his tattooed digits in and out of you. all the while, rapper! eren‘s eyes never left your face; the glistering jades illuminated every feature on you—your moistened pert nipples, your bleary gaze, and your parted lips. your drool mixing with his saliva still on them.

it didn’t take long for you to cum all over his fingers, trembling and cantillating his name into the space around the both of you. no part of your body could handle that wave once it washed over you, the tide pulling your forehead onto his chest, that was heaving almost as deeply as yours was. you hadn’t done much, but rapper! eren was so turned on by the fact that he was making you feel good. but even knowing that, his fingers didn’t relent.

once you were able to lift your heavy eyelids, and open your eyes, you saw a space grey patch on rapper! eren ‘s light grey tech, and that aroused a small panic in your stomach.

“’ren, s-stop”, you began, and as soon as that word left your mouth, his fingers stilled. a billion thoughts raced through his mind; maybe you’d changed your mind, maybe it didn’t feel good anymore. but when he found out that it was just because you didn’t want to get his tech wet, he chortled at how cute you were, and stroked your teary cheek with the hand that wasn’t pumping in and out of you again.

“you think i care if people know how wet my girl gets when she’s with me?”, he spoke onto the skin on your neck. fuck. you hated how good it felt to be called that, but you couldn’t stop the way you clenched around his fingers at that nickname. the same nickname that belonged to another woman.

“you like that? me calling you ‘my girl’?”, rapper! eren teased, lifting your chin when you tried to evade eye contact, “you want me to fuck you with my chain ‘round your neck? make you mine for real?”, his hand was wrapped around the top of your neck to hold your chin in place, and you just nodded furiously. fighting your need for him was futile, so you would give in now and regret this later.

confirmation received, rapper! eren picked you up and placed you on the sofa on your back, lips still glued on your neck. it wasn’t until he paused momentarily to take off his hoodie and shirt that you realised where things were going and panic returned. you placed your manicured fingers flat on his chest, providing a bit of resistance as your head shook slightly. but you didn’t say anything, simply hoping the look in your eyes would communicate everything your mouth couldn’t.

“your girlfriend”, you spoke, voice barely above a whisper. and rapper! eren moved closer to your face, meeting your lips. then he spoke against them,

“tell me you don’t want this, and i’ll stop”, he told you sincerely and you stammered, words failing you once again. or, really, you failing yourself because there were no words you could string together to hide the way you wanted needed this man to fuck you until you started crying. you’d heard the stories, you’d heard the song lyrics, and there was no smoke without fire. so you wrapped yourself up in a fire blanket and walked straight into the blazing heat. you shook your head at him, and reached for the bulge poking you in your stomach. and he smiled down at you before kissing you again and pulling back to get condoms from a drawer next to the sofa.

rapper!eren whose mind could barely grasp the concept of anything that wasn’t how tight you would feel around him. at this point in time, he didn’t know where he was anymore, nor did he care. the faint sounds of people talking in the hallways outside his studio were hushed static compared to the soft whines escaping your lips. you were desperate; this man had thrown a lasso around you, pulled you into his orbit, and then was just tangling you in front of himself. almost as if he was teasing himself—placing you in front of his face, legs wide open, yet not doing anything to close the faucet responsible for his leaking, throbbing, pink tip. but only rapper!eren knew that the reason for his eyes sprinting across your body, unbothered by the finish line, was because he didn’t know where to start with you. he had stripped you of your dress; he didn’t plan on doing so originally, but he needed to see your tits bounce as he fucked you so it had to come off. but now that you were whining underneath him—spit sliding down the corners of your mouth, making its way down onto the sides of your neck as you sucked on his tatted fingers, eyes locked with his own, he didn’t know what to do with you. your eyes had rendered him paralysed; yes, he may have been on top of you, but you were in control. He was on his knees for you, literally! he was on his knees on the sofa, with his legs caging one of your own.

rapper!eren who, as mesmerised as he was, remembered that he couldn’t just gawk at you forever so he positioned himself at your entrance. looking at you before he put it in, he saw a smirk painted on your face,

“nervous?”, you teased, and he scoffed at you. all it took was for his tip to softly poke your entrance, for you to cry out his name. if he was in his right mind, he might’ve given you shit for how quickly you were eating your own words. but all he could think about was how he hadn’t even done anything and you were already falling apart underneath him.

“fuck.”, he breathed out as he looked at his dick, still visible between your legs.

rapper!eren was a very sought after man, women wanting him did not surprise him. but you moaned his name like you needed him. like you were flirting with the brink of insanity every single second his dick wasn’t deep in your guts. and, rapper!eren may have been a very unloyal man, but he was very possessive. and there was nothing he hated more than people fucking with what’s his. so he would rip you from the hands of insanity, and fuck you until the afterglow was so prominent that everyone would know to go nowhere near you.

“just wait for me, baby, yeah? I’m right here”.

rapper!eren who lets out a deep sigh as soon as he starts pushing himself inside you, his eyeballs exploring the back of their sockets when he felt how tight you were. he had been intent on watching you take him in, inch by inch (all 8 of them), as he sheathed himself into you. but how wet you were was making him delirious. it felt like you were tightening around him with every half an inch that you took of him. probably because you were. everything was hitting you all at once, and your body was just reacting without even consolting you. it was how sexy he was, the sound of his heavy breathing, low moans hitting your ear. bitch it felt like you were doing the damn tiktok kegel exercises.

from what you had barely seen earlier through your drenched eyelashes, you knew that there would be a lot of rapper!eren to take in. but it seemed like the man was just never ending. when you thought he was fully inside you, he would push some more and you would feel yourself stretch around him. it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just a lot to get used to. so your arms were reaching across his back, scratching slightly as he bottomed out inside of you.

deep sighs and whiny protests soon became blissful incantations of pleasure leaving your lips to hit rapper!eren‘s bare shoulder. his tatted fingers were digging into the fat surrounding your hips, waist, anything he could reach. not too long after you two began fucking, his manager had opened the door to ask if he was ready to go. but, when he opened the door to the soundproof studio and saw you two fucking on the sofa, he figured rapper!eren had some loose ends to tie up before he left to go to his hotel. neither of you had noticed because you were too busy focusing on the sweet words leaving this man’s mouth, as well as his chains hitting your skin. no soul would’ve guessed that this man’s pen game was crazy with the fucked out nonsense he was spewing on whatever skin he was kissing at the time.

”imma fuck you so good nobody’s gonna be good enough f’r you. hm? you want that? fuck, if I wasn’t so stupid(?) i’d fuck a baby in you. i promise you. this pussy’s so fucking tight, i don’t even care anymore. i got money, i could take care of a kid. you wan’ it? you wan’ me to just get you pregnant? let everyone call you my baby mama? you’re a slut you know that, yeah? just wan’ my nut leaking outta you? fuck, y/n, you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

rapper!eren whose fingers teased your clit, slow and gentle as if he wasn’t pounding into you with reckless abandon on some small sofa in his studio. but the few seconds that those two fingers sped up on your little bud of nerves were enough to have you drenching his lower abdomen, and fingers. too lost in the moment, he had forgotten to taste you earlier, so he put his fingers in his mouth and he rolled his tongue around them. the taste of you in his mouth dropped his eyelids, his hips moving faster and faster as your arousal coated his tastebuds.

rapper!eren who couldn’t remember the last time he was that turned on by anyone. his hips were moving on their own, rushing to get that release. he wanted to hold it, because he wanted to give you round after round after round and he wanted you to cum, at least, one more time before he did so himself. if it were up to him, he would pick you up and take you into the booth and fuck you in there so he could get some adlibs for his next song. but he just couldn’t do it.

“i’ll—fuck—i’ll make it up to you. i swe—shit”, he quickly pulled out of you, and scrambled to take his condom off. his hand managed one stroke on his dick before his nut spurted all over your chest, specks finding themselves on your chin. before the last droplets of his release dripped onto your stomach.

once he finished, rapper!eren pulled back and, as his eyes regained focus, he was just mesmerised by you. eyes barely opening, bodily fluids all over you, but his chain remained proud at the centre of your chest. he had to take his phone out and take a few pictures of you just like that. spurts of his cum acted as an adhesive, sticking his name onto your heart. yeah, he wasn’t letting you go now. he didn’t know how to feel about the cum splattered on his chain, but he just settled on getting a new one and just letting you keep that one. how he would explain that to his girlfriend, he had no fucking clue but he would figure something out…

after he took you to a hotel suite and made up for nutting quicker than he had hoped…by fucking you senseless:))

#nanaminsmooninc #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren smut #rapper!eren #aot eren

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themattress · 4 months

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Untitled Kairi Post

Y'know what? In a way, Kairi was tragically doomed as a character from the very beginning.

"Oh, because she was a love interest and damsel in distress!"

No. Myths, fairy tales and, well, Disney movies have used those tropes for ages, and if you're doing a story where a huge point is the influence of those things, it's kind of a given that the leading lady be a love interest and damsel in distress. And the writing is smart enough to put a twist on the trope given that Kairi's distress is much less than it appeared to be because she's Sora's love interest and he's her's, and after Sora saves her she saves him right back.

"Oh, because she wasn't a playable character or party member!"

No. It would have been nice to have the playable puzzle solving-based Kairi sequence they initially planned at Hollow Bastion, but I can understand why it was removed given how it would slow down the pace following what is perhaps the signature sequence of the game. And in any case it doesn't have any bearing on how things went for the rest of the series, given that Riku also was not a playable character or party member (he just had a crappy AI when pretending to help you fight Parasite Cage all so that he could kidnap Pinocchio).

"Oh, because she was stuck in a coma the whole game!"

NO! God damn it, how much must the game beat the point into your stupid head!?

And who could forget?

Stop laughing right now.

Kairi. Not just "her heart". KAIRI. Since the heart = the person.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, it exposes some serious sexism if one goes with the "Kairi was in a coma" line for KH1 and yet says "Ventus was inside of Sora" post BBS, since it's literally the exact same situation except that Kairi was always awake within Sora's heart as opposed to Ventus only waking up at the end of 3D. It's why Sora felt things regarding Hollow Bastion, why he experienced the memory of Kairi and her grandfather, and why he saw and heard Kairi multiple times. He wasn't hallucinating; that was always really her.

So, enough beating around the bush. What did I actually mean, then?

Well....let's start at the beginning.

Kairi's arc in the original Kingdom Hearts is not just told through the writing. Utilizing a video game as a visual/audible medium, it is also told through animation, voicework and music. During her introductory cutscene, we see Kairi asked by Sora if she remembers the world she was born in before being sent to Destiny Islands. "I told you before. I don't remember." She answers this sincerely. "Nothing at all?" Sora responds. That's when we see this detail.

"Nothing." Kairi is lying. She doesn't remember everything given the trauma caused by being forced out of her old home, but she does remember just enough to understand why it was traumatic. She had a comfortable life there, and a family. She was happy. And then it was all gone in an instant. Now, on Destiny Islands, she is similarly content ("Well, I'm happy here.") and fears risking that same loss. And yet a small part of her still yearns for the past. She loved what she can recall of her past, as she loves her present. She fears only the future.

Riku's fixation on his existential woes and the mysteries of the universe, while also putting her up on some sort of pedestal like she's something special, is not helping at all. Something about it feels wrong to Kairi...wrong and uncomfortably familiar. It's making her very anxious.

But Kairi has someone to lean on and help her keep up an optimistic, cheerful front, perhaps enough to talk herself into believing it: Sora. And during this scene, we hear the track "Kairi I":

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This track reflects Kairi's character in this moment. While there is a subtle undercurrent of worry, her heart is strong enough to not let it get to her and look on the bright side as she looks out to the sun setting over the ocean. With Sora's reassurance, she is able to feel as though her home and friends won't change or go away no matter what happens on her, Sora and Riku's planned voyage, which allows her to feel anticipation for it. All finally feels right.

Of course, things were not right, and Kairi ended up in heart form as her body and soul were lost to darkness along with Destiny Islands. From Kairi's POV, she is now in the Station of Awakening (aka Dive to the Heart) and can do little but watch Sora's adventures as she can see them through his eyes, not fully putting it together why she can and where she truly is.

In the scene at Merlin's House, we get to hear "Kairi II".

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While it's similar to "Kairi I", there is now a more somber and mysterious feel to it given the present circumstances. While she doesn't know if Sora can hear her, Kairi wistfully waxes nostalgic over how Merlin's House reminds her of the Secret Place on Destiny Islands. And while Kairi feels sad over missing that place, she's also happy that there are places like it elsewhere in the universe. She's clearly learning as much from Sora's journey as Sora is.

Finally, we hear "Kairi III" in the flashback with little Kairi and her grandmother.

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And while it starts out reflecting Kairi's childhood innocence, it ends up turning...almost sad. The reason why being one of the most overlooked details of the scene: at the end of the grandmother's story, she disappears, and little Kairi is shown moving her head all around looking for her. This isn't actually part of the memory, but a reflection of Kairi's heart. She knows that she had a grandmother and that her grandmother isn't here anymore, but she can't remember how her grandmother "left". But she at least still exists...within her heart.

Speaking of which, once Kairi's heart returns to her body and Sora loses his heart in the process, Kairi puts her foot down. She may have learned how to better deal with and accept change and loss, but a line still has to be drawn somewhere and Sora is that line for her.

Thus is she able to save him. Later, we see her worry about the future and things changing again when she questions whether anything can be the same between her, Sora and Riku again after the corruption Riku had underwent. Once again, Sora boosts her optimism.

More importantly, he helps her learn, as he does, that even when separated you can take strength in keeping your loved ones (metaphorically) in your heart, and that even if things change and Kairi is cut off from the people and things she loves, they will always exist within her heart, just as with her grandmother and the story she told her about light and darkness.

This is why, in the end, Kairi is able to let Sora go and yet still feel content.

From "Hikari" (JP):

I'll stop doing pointless things like thinking about the future. Today I'll eat delicious things. The future is always before us, Even if I don't know it.

From "Simple and Clean" (EN):

Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all. Nothing's like before.

This is a really good, really well done character arc.

It's also a very human character arc.

Yes, there are a lot of fantastical things going on, but when you put all of that aside, what are you left with? A young girl moves away from her old home and everything that she ever knew and loved, which gives her anxiety about the same thing happening with the new home and everything that she's come to know and love from it, which now includes a certain boy. She fears the future; she fears change. In the end, she ends up staying in her new home - but the boy moves away! However, through her time spent with him she's learned to accept this because he'll always be a part of her heart, which is something that won't ever change.

When put that way, it sounds positively mundane, and by and large the KH fandom - and Tetsuya Nomura himself for that matter - don't want or like mundane stuff like that. They want the crazy, the overdramatic, the angsty, the flashy, the anime tropeyness they're familiar with. This is why they were unreceptive to Kairi's arc to the fullest degree, as in many of them are literally unaware it even happened because they were too busy fixating on the archetypal Japanese media-style dick measuring contest between Sora and Riku (which is also far deeper than they tend to give it credit for, btw, but I digress). And if that's the case, then the question gets raised: why bother focusing on or expanding Kairi at all? She doesn't "sell".

THIS is why Kairi was doomed from the start. It's not her fault. But it's sadly the truth.

#Disney #Square Enix #Kingdom Hearts #Kairi #Opinion #Analysis #Kairi Deserved Better #This has been a PSA

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throwingmetothelions · 9 months

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Stress Relief

Nick Ruffilo x OC (Aaliyah)

Slow and soft Nicholas sex? You mean my favorite thing in the entire world?

Please understand that this is not for kids. This fic has been fighting me like fuck for 3 weeks. Take it away I don’t wanna see it again.

“So you’re taking it seriously this time? What’s he gonna say when he finds out that you’ve mastered Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in the 4 years you’ve owned this thing,” I jabbed as my brother threw a balled up napkin at my head.

“Fuck you. I also know how to play the intro to Brain Stew … Mom tell her!” Jackson yelled across the dinner table as I smirked into my plate of chicken and rice.

“Okay … okay. Aaliyah he’s serious this time. I mean he picked up that D he had in Chemistry and he’s been mowing the lawn and weeding for 3 months to prove that this is what he wants. We think he could actually get somewhere with this tutor,” our mom let out. “He’s home from touring in some band he plays in. Really doing us a favor by offering these lessons. He’s Denise’s kid if you remember her from church. Real quiet thing,” she slowly picked apart her spaghetti while we went back to eating in silence.

Color me shocked honestly. My younger brother Jackson raised hell with our parents for 6 months after he saw that ESP in the window of the music shop downtown. I swore he only wanted it because it was shiny and purple, and our parents were desperate for their 12 year old son to show interest in anything outside of video games and sleeping until 1 pm.

They bought it for him, and it sat. And it sat. And dust collected. And it sat.

I had just come back home after wrapping up the first semester of my final year of college. Coming back home wasn’t necessarily on my to-do list, but there was no denying that coming back to where the food is free and someone else does your laundry for a little bit can’t hurt.

I was brought out of my head by my father clearing his throat the way that old men do. “Aaliyah. We’re going to head over to the Anderson’s house tomorrow. Lexi’s got this book club wine tasting situation she’s started with your mom, and I told Tom that I’d take a look at the motor in that boat he just bought. He got the same one we did a few months back and I think I know why it’s sputtering,” my dad paused and looked at the ceiling, “but we need you to be home because it’s going to be an all afternoon affair, and someone has to let Nick in,” he stated.

Pointing my fork at Jackson without saying anything, I shot an eyebrow at my father.

“Ah. Jackass over there is serving detention on a Saturday for signing himself out of his last period class four times in a week. If I hadn’t already paid Nick for this lesson I’d tell him not to bother. He said something about just changing his strings and taking the pickguard off, or whatever the fuck. Just be here to let him come work. Should be like 2 hours,” he grumbled with anger and garlic on his breath.

“Hmm. No problem. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to shower and hang out upstairs. The weight of being the favorite child really takes a toll,” I laughed as I pretended to crack my back earning me another balled up napkin to the hip.

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There’s a place off Ocean Avenue where I used to sit and -

I hadn’t changed the alarm tone I had set on my old iPod Touch even though I’d graduated middle school almost a decade ago. It’s still the same.

Tired hands rubbed tired eyes as I rolled over and out of bed and steadied myself against my childhood dresser. Mind numbingly bright numbers read 2:30 pm. Fucking great. I checked my phone and saw that my mom had put something in the family group chat.

Birthgiver: Hey Peanut. Dad and I left a bit early. Sale at Costco on that brie I use when I make the mac n cheese for Sunday dinners. Nick will be there around 3. Money for food is in junk drawer. Jax will be home at 7. BETTER BE 🤬. We’ll be later. Let me know if you need something, but try not to need something 😉

She really had a way with words.

I found myself mentally exploding them all momentarily because I had approximately 25 minutes until Mr. Too Optimistic Guitar Man showed up. I threw my hair into a high ponytail while trying to ignore the product buildup I could so clearly feel. The shirt I ripped from the confines of my suitcase was a beat up Motionless In White tee that had seen many teenage tears, and the cherries of a few late night cigs judging by the burn holes. Black leggings finished off the look, and I jogged downstairs to figure out what I could shove in my face now so I wouldn’t disturb Nick later.

I walked across the hardwood past the living room until I hit the fridge. As my fingers touched the stainless steel handle … *ding dong*.

2:48.

He’s early.

My eyebrows creased as I padded over to let him in.

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Truthfully, I had remembered what he looked like - Denise’s son. A few vacation bible camps, and the handful of times he showed up to my school to watch his sister perform in the yearly plays.

That just couldn’t have been the same boy that stood before me as I opened the door. About 5’10, shaggy black hair that fell right above his shoulders, and tattoos covering his exposed forearms and hands. He wore a faded Foo Fighters tee underneath a red and brown flannel, and his black jeans had a few too many rips for him to have bought them like that.

“So … can I come in or …,” he chuckled nervously as he lifted his backpack and guitar case to imply that he’d like nothing more than to lay his heavy shit down.

“Y-yeah. Yes,” I cleared my throat as I stepped to the side. “You must be Nick,” I questioned as he placed his stuff on the couch and took off his flannel.

He faced away from me as he shook his head slightly. “It would be a damn shame if I wasn’t seeing as I’m standing in your living room,” he said with a quirked eyebrow.

I stood motionless with my lips parted.

He was right after all.

“That might have been a little rude. I’m sorry,” he shook the hair from in front of his eyes and held his hand out toward me, “I’m Nick,” he smiled.

“Aaliyah,” my head tilted to the side.

“So if you’re cool with it I’m gonna grab the guitar from Jack’s room and bring it out here. More space, and I don’t really want to work in a teenage boy’s cave. I was one once. Not too safe to just sit on surfaces and shit, ya know,” he stated pointedly while traveling up the stairs.

A well timed snort left my body and I shook my head while traveling back into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and I threw some cherries in a bowl before I plopped down in an armchair. I was going to eat my breakfast come hell or highwater … in this case, hell or the hot dude that was currently padding around the upstairs of my house.

Soon enough Nick could be heard jogging back down with the instrument in hand. He paused as he walked in front of me, and my eyes met his. His eyebrows were completely furrowed yet quirked, and his mouth was drawn into a tight line.

It was the face one makes when they know that the handle of a door is sticky, but they watch others open it anyway after instructed not to. A smidge of disappointment, an awkward silence, and the strong urge to laugh when only they know why.

“What,” I questioned through a mouthful of cherries.

“You been uh … blowing the Kool Aid man or something? You have cherry juice all down your shirt,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I’m here to tell you it was not.

“I also shut your door on my way down,” he said under his breath as he got to work taking the strings out of the guitar and wrapping them up into rings around his fingers.

A ball of lead filled my stomach, and a burn took over my face. Blame it on my routine being fucked up, blame it on being home and getting too comfortable, or blame it on hormones - I instantly knew exactly what it was that made that man explicitly tell me that he shut my door. It was the light pink vibrator, my previously soaked panties, and the clear glass toy that I accidentally left on the floor next to the laundry hamper where I usually hid them. I always shut my door, but again. I’m playing the blame game.

Nicholas cleared his throat as he turned his head towards me. He went back and forth on his feet while staring at my reddened cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. It’s been tough coming back and moving all my shit and then -,” he cut me off by holding both hands up in the air.

“Hey. I’m just letting you know I shut it. It’s fine dude - you and I, we’re adults. Everyone needs a little stress reliever every blue moon. Or ya know, everyday, or whatever,” his eyes went back to the guitar on the couch as he cracked his knuckles for emphasis “and I don’t know what the fuck Jackson did to these pickups but I feel like I might need a stress reliever myself after this,” he chuckled as his eyes lingered on my face before he opened his bag again.

His words hit me directly in my core as I stared off in the direction of the kitchen. The thought of Nick laying back and working himself over bounced around in my head like the DVD logo on the corner of a forgotten television.

Did he tilt his head back and let his eyes flutter shut? Did his lips part when his fingers ran through the dark hairs he had on his lower stomach? Was he going to collect the precum at the tip and take his time dragging it up and down his shaft?

I instinctively squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to quell the pulsing that had started. Nicks words brought me back to the moment.

“Okay so … I changed out the three strings that needed it, I can’t do anything with these pickups because the owner of the shop said they won’t get the new ones in until tomorrow, and changing this pickguard will take 5 seconds flat. I’m not tuning that bitch because he needs the practice. Bad,” he sighed while he sank onto the couch. He paused for a second before looking up at me and patting the cushion next to him.

I stood up and walked over to him, pulling my legs underneath me as i got comfortable.

“I really like this. My band played with Motionless at a festival like two years ago. Funny dudes,” he said as he played with the hem of my shirt.

“You’re in a band? That’s fuckin’ sick,” I laughed although my eyes never left the hand that was still playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Yeah man. I love it, but it’s … stressful at times,” he whispered as his hand let my shirt go. He let his fingers fall down to my thigh, brushing it as they went back to the couch. “I can kinda tell you know what that feels like,” he said.

“Mhmm,” I nodded. “This degree is whopping my ass and sometimes I think like … is it worth it? I have very little social flings even though I’m away from home. I don’t meet people like people think I do. It’s all very stress inducing and even though you uhm … y-you saw what you saw I uh - … it’s still hard,” I let out in a few exasperated breaths.

I could feel Nick getting closer as he sunk down just a little further.

“Poor thing,” he clicked as his hands went to my hips to pull me onto his lap and straddle him. “I’m technically getting paid to use my skill set and my hands to fix things … but does it really have to stop with guitars,” he questioned as my forehead rested on his. “Like I said. Two adults. Two stressed out adults that need fixing,” his breath panned over my lips as I dove down to meet his.

I let out a small moan as our mouths connected. Who the fuck was he trying to convince? Nick’s hands began to roam away from my hips and travel up my waist as our tongues played. I could feel my folds grow slicker as I tried to grind down into him, but he stopped me.

He reached around and to the side of me with a grunt and threw a pillow and a throw from the back of the couch to the ground. He tapped my thigh to get me up and off of him before he stood up and grabbed my hand to lead me down onto the living room carpet.

Nick took his time stripping all of my clothes off. Years of sports and locker rooms took away any inhibitions I had about my body, but I still felt the weight of his eyes as they bore into me.

“We could … I mean there are beds here,” I pointed at the stairs.

“Lay back,” he told me with a gentle gesturing finger. “Let me do this,” he said as he hovered over me. “Here’s how this is going to go,” he kissed my nose, “I’m going to make myself feel better by making you feel better. I’m a tinkerer. I love figuring out what keeps things together,” he pecked my cheek, “and what takes them apart,” he quickly licked the shell of my ear before he sat up to strip himself of his shirt.

I had no words for him, but my head nodding against the pillow must have been enough. I could feel him suck my bottom lip into a searing kiss before he worked his way down.

“You got messier than I thought,” he laughed against my skin as he licked at the bright red cherry juice that ran a path between my tits.

“Oh,” I let out as I held his head into my chest. Goosebumps rose to the surface as my foot locked over his leg in an effort to pin him to me.

His eyes held moss and stone as his mouth found a nipple and he latched onto it. He brought his hand up to cup my breast as he sucked and lapped at the hardening bud, moaning softly as he felt the skin grow taught on his tongue.

“That’s -,” my back arched and my hips rolled as Nick pulled off of my chest.

He was all blown pupils, bright red juice pricked mouth, and panting breaths. If there was one thing he clearly wanted, it was all of what I had to give. The sight was enough to set fire down my thighs.

“Come here,” I all but growled as I yanked his frame back on top of me in a fierce kiss. This was never a battle for dominance, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t wage war with my lips.

Nick held my face in his hands and ran the tip of his tongue over my parted mouth before he spoke. “Slow it down, cowgirl. We’re taking our time”. He was completely straddling me at this point, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his body as his fingers left trails of static down my stomach. His heavily tattooed arms flexed as he pushed himself back up and moved lower. Nick’s head came to rest at my side as he bit and kissed at the crease where my thigh met my hip. “You know I can smell you right,” he whispered as he pushed my legs apart. “See, I was scrolling through a website the other day and I read something. Something about how women carry stress in their hips or some shit,” he said.

I could feel his fingers start to massage the muscles there, and a low groan of relief left my chest. “Nick please. I need you to - to touch”. My hips rolled into the carpet slowly as he settled over my core. If there was a god, he wasn’t merciful. There was an air of bittersweet misery surrounding the moment, and I needed him to clear it out.

Without another word Nicholas took his index and middle fingers and spread my folds open. The cool air of the room smacked into my warmth and I couldn’t help but jump.

“She’s sensitive,” he laughed as he puckered his lips and let a string of spit fall down onto my exposed clit. Nick leaned down and pressed a kiss to my folds before licking up the mess he’d made. The speed at which his hands flew up and caught my shaking thighs before they caged his head was unmatched by light and sound. He knew what he’d done. The moan that escaped his throat told me that he was getting lost, and he might not have minded.

I peered down at him over the hills of my breasts and found him down in a valley of soft curls and wet heat. His eyes had begun to roll as he licked into my cunt, and I could see that he was beginning to rut into the floor. Those adept fingers traced gentle patterns and lines on my thigh, and every so often a thumb would circle my clit. “Jesus fuck,” I groaned as I turned my head to the side.

Nick stopped to line his eyes up with mine before popping that same thumb into his mouth and sucking deeply. He caught his breath and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before speaking. “Watching you sit in that chair and act like you didn’t want to rub this pussy made my dick twitch,” he stated as plainly as you would the weather. Like he was talking about the sunshine. Like he hadn’t made me clench around nothing just by nonchalantly speaking.

I stared down at him with a tight jaw and pints of restless need in my blood. The urge to wrench him up and flip us over was overwhelming, but I settled for running my hands through his hair as he sat up.

Nick leaned back and ran his fingers over his torso reveling in the feeling of his own callouses. His hand found his belt and he slowly pulled it off. The promise of taking it slowly filtered through my vision as I watched him reach down and put pressure on the growing bulge in his jeans. “Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath as his hips came up to meet his palms before he pulled the jeans off of his body completely. He crawled back over me and pressed his body into mine.

I held the back of his neck and brought our lips together once more. “I - I really want you,” I murmured against his neck as I kissed the skin there.

“You want … this? Use your words hun,” he grabs his dick by the base and runs it up the length of my dripping pussy before tapping the head against my clit.

“I want you to fuck me Nick,” I whimpered as I let my eyes shut and brought my legs up and around his waist.

He made a noise of approval as he thumbed the tip of his dick inside of me. His breath hitched as he held himself back from giving me everything he had to give. Nick brought a hand up and moved the stray hairs from my forehead. “Look at me,” he said as I opened my eyes, “you feel so good”.

My neck felt warm as Nick's panting mouth found a home there. His fingers moved to interlock with mine as he pinned my hands above my head. His full weight spread over me like a blanket in midwinter, and I could feel his hips start to tick. Nick set a slow and dirty pace as he fucked into me.

“Oh god,” I choked out as he began to grind into my clit. I could feel a swell of warmth begin to form low in my belly as Nick moved.

“Feels nice?” he questioned as he groaned into my collar. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last Aaliyah,” he warned as his dick kicked within my walls.

I used my heels to press against his lower back, delivering a silent plea for a faster pace.

He gave it to me. Nick fucked up into me harder as his fingers began to flex and squeeze mine.

“Keep going. Oh shit you’re gonna -,” I was cut off as Nick broke his hands free from my grasp and held my hips down.

“Do it. Cum on my cock sweetheart, that’s it,” he encouraged as I pulled my knees up as high as my body could bring them. I came with a wail as his speed never faltered. Nick bit into the air as I clenched down around him.

“Nick,” I gulped as my lungs expanded to take in much needed air, “I want you to fucking cum”.

My words were his downfall. One hand pushed beaten knuckles into soft carpet as the other held on to my hip as if he would fall to pieces if he was not grounded. “Fuck,” he drew out as he pounded his cum deep into my core.

Nick came to a slow grinding halt.

“You’re … you’re pretty good at stress relieving dude,” I smiled as I unwound myself from him.

“Ditto,” he muttered as he held up a thumb at me. Nick pulled out and rolled over before throwing his forearm over his eyes. “Now,” he breathed out, “that stupid fucking pickguard”.

“I would say don’t worry about it and I’ll cover for you … but I almost wish you’d build that stress back up,” I said as I kissed his temple.

He smiled softly and blew me a kiss back before going on to do exactly that.

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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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It's funny people are losing it over the byler fight possibly being based off a romantic fight, in the highschool musical sequel. Because , byler (long before s4) has been paralleled to romantic pairings - that are from shows/films that are confirmed ST inspo. It's not new. The writers also said the original highschool musical was inspo for s4 ... so the idea the sequel is also inspo, is fairly possible. I even said a few years ago , and got teased by the way ,for mentioning how gabriel/Troy parallel byler because : Byler knew eachother since kindergarten. And in the og film- troy/gabriel say it's "feels" like they've know eachother since they were in kindergarten. They say it a bunch in the first film .And now people are noticing the byler fight (via dialogue and framing) also parallels troy/Gabriella's fight.

But did yall also forget the byler s3 fight (which parallels the s4 fight) was also based off a different romantic scene from a diff series? I noticed/mentioned this parallel - years ago. Duffers said they were huge fans of Dawson's creek.

In the D.C scene the 2 childhood friends try to deny their romantic feelings and fight about it ...one character does so with one very interesting line :

The character who says the same line as mike: is actually in love with their childhood friend. Yet uses this exact line to change the subject/deny their feelings to their friend (when confronted by them).

Also d.c had an endgame gay couple (what's funny is - one had a sister, the other had a brother. Their straight siblings dated before them- but eventually they broke up. And the gay siblings ,started dating later,and were endgame).

Also look at the framing of the gay realization: both occur at the end of an episode where we see them hugging a girl ,and only see the back of the girls' heads - as they zoom in on the guys' faces filled with turmoil.

Even after the gay realization/scene in d.c ,he (jack) pretends to be straight and still dates the main girl for a bit longer. Both are rich guys who initially date the main girl character (because they are in deep denial about being lgbt). And both have a smart overachiever sister who initially dates a guy who is poor,and has a shitty dad.And by the end jack dates the brother of his sister's ex. And this (straight ) brother always assumed his brother was gay and was also an ally to jack,before the jack and his brother dated- reminds me a bit of jonathan.

Some also thought the s3 byler fight reminded them of the fight between a gay pairing in " eyewitness". It has no confirmation of being inspo by the Duffers (unlike hsm or d.c). But the framing is very similar... coincidence or not. The boy on the same side as mike (has a gf, and was in serious denial/repression about his romantic feelings for the other guy, during said fight.) That boy had so much internalized homophobia- especially because he was from/lived in a small town. Their fight in a garage, the car in the background, the lighting . Coincidence or not the parallel is definitely something else... lol

Eyewitness even has another similar scene, which i really disliked in both shows: dude in woods with camera records love interest... cough with someone else doing , y'know. Yall remember that mess in s1 of stranger things. Ick.But, I digress.

Also byler in s2 is based off Ghostbusters. And name dropped in the show. Mike said he was Venkman. Venkman's love interest was Dana (Will): who gets possessed, and then can control demon dogs during said possession, one demondog was in her fridge too, they have to close the gate to break her possession. Does any of this sound very familiar. Cause it should...

And in s1 mike writes a d&d story where king Tristan (Will) gives mike and his friends medals at the end of s1. Like the end of the original star wars film where princess leia gave medals to han (her future love interest) and han's friends . Mike, a star wars nerd: replaced princess leia for a king (Will)- who gave medals (to their future love interest) . The medal ceremony was romantic foreshadowing since Han winks at leia after she gives him the medal.

There's more examples.little woman was s4 inspo. Dude dates girl, but he ends up with his ex's artist sibling -instead. Before that-the artist 3rd wheeled her sister and future love interest while the 2 were skating /holding hands. Aka just like Will watching mike and el skate. Or heck "it" series is confirmed inspo too-ben/bev/bill parallels Will/mike/El. Bev (mike) gets romantic poem (painting). Bev (mike) assumes the poem (painting ) is from Bill (El) when it's actually from Ben (Will). Bev was into Bill, but later she realized the poem is from Ben. When she realized the words were from ben- they became endgame. So if Mike ever finds out the truth of the painting (what will happen?).

But literally every season byler is paralleled to a romantic pairing from a show/film the duffers or writers like. The fact byler scenes are often based off romantic pairings/scenes is strange if platonic or one sided. That's all i'm saying XD

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

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Could we perhaps get some info on your OCs? Their designs are so cool and they seem really interesting :)

jidsajidoasjiodas SCREAMS sorry its been like a week im just so happy i needed it to be good

uhh heres a good place to start for lore-grounding! alexander graves is a ghost from the 1500s who now serves in the court of the queen of monsters, notably being the only male member of the high court. hes far from a strong fighter, though his strengths are that as a ghost he cannnot die- and that for a ghost, hes VERY good at pretending to be alive

he has a confident, well-spoken air about him but its not hard to pin him as a more introverted, even shy person under it. the sort of person who would prefer keep their head down and go back to their business quietly, but one who holds the people close to him in an adoring regard. (hes NOT in the high court for his power after all- his value is in his kindness) hes been a diligent seamster since a young age & in-canon most of the clothing designs of characters under the queen can be credited to him lol

marcus deangelo THE BIRD BOY OF ALL TIME is alex's notably more introverted angel son. he tends to take the role of the silly goon/errand boy in the queens court & forms a light-hearted team rocket-esque duo with the plague doctor to take back pandora's box, stolen from the queen & brought to the monster hunters

marcus is an immediately curious character because he fits the high-energy genki archetype like a glove & has nothing but positivity for others- but his philosophy towards his own life & future are absolutely bleak. and the thing to pin about him is, he isnt really all that dumb- its more a mix of lack of worldly knowledge & this ascetic fold of catholicism where Bad Things Happen To Me Because I Somehow Deserve Them so he has LITTLE self-preservation & accepts misfortune without a fight

alexander holds the same self-poisoning principles, but marcus is the only one naive enough to say the quiet parts out loud. its not something the man ever pushed upon his sons but rather something they adopted themselves after seeing it from their role model. congrats to them for inheriting all their fathers positive traits AND his negative traits theyre both adopted btw

YES THIS IS AN INTERGENERATIONAL TRAUMA PLOTLINE anyways marcus talks to animals all the time & it makes other people think he actually has the power to communicate with them but He Does Not. also sometime his misinformed beliefs about the world will coincidentally line up with what europeans thought in medieval times & its like. who told you that buddy. HOMESCHOOLING if i dont know it you dont either LMAO

OUR BAT FRIEND IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR! appearances can be deceiving my friend shes a recently-turned vampire whose only powers, really, are turning into a bat & burning in sunlight <:3c she refused to swear loyalty to the queen of monsters but couldnt bring herself to return to her old life Now Thats Shes A Monster so shes just kinda been. tossed around the court until she tragically rattled down to The Fuckers Whose Entire Personalities Are Being Catholic

if there is a musical episode the plague doctor is the one who goes WOAH WAIT WHATS GOING ON every day she wakes up & tries SO HARD to understand whats happening around her. shes definitely struggling to keep her miserable life together but despite that her kindness & good humor tend to shine through, most of the others actually quite enjoy her company the problem is shes always like "IM BETRAYING YOU GUYS FIRST CHANCE I GET"

but yeah as mentioned she makes for a good duo with marcus, hes great at fighting & she actually understands human society so together they make One Functional Person when venturing out of monster society lol. curiously for someone who doesnt want to be there, the plague doctor chose to assist in the chase for pandora's box of her own free will

#THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY I KNOW FULL WELL THIS WILL LITERALLY NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN TwT #lore tag #ocs #alexander #marcus #plague doctor

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Take the Strain (03/02/24)

Melty brain week. Staying on top of my reading but at what cost?

This episode review ended up incredibly unbalanced with three paragraphs about the same topic and then I ran out of energy by the time I got to the rest of it. Normally, I'd try and give myself some time to try to balance it out but I really don't feel like for this episode.

I’m just going to unpack all of my Teddy Thoughts at the start.

An even more frustrating episode than I bargained for because there were actually some things I liked. Just, separated entirely from their context. Things I liked: Jan. Jan's so underrated. I am so desperate for them to actually continue from Switzerland that I will take anything at this point and I did really like that it felt like Teddy still wants/appreciates Jan’s approval, even now. Very Character of him. Extremely Character. In my head, Teddy has never and will never get over needing Jan’s approval and that’s just emblematic of the deeper issues going on with him. Those moments were good. I just don’t think Jan being upset at Teddy had to come from her noticing the Jodie stuff, he was already up to objectionable stuff without that.

Similarly, I thought Teddy and Paige’s conversation in the lift had potential. The big problem I have with how this relationship has ended is that it feels like the writers are somehow convinced that they're breaking up because Teddy and Jodie happened, when Teddy and Paige would absolutely have broken up even if that didn't happen. They've been headed this way since Dog Days, at least. I just think the whole thing would've been better if they'd have leant into the fundamental issues the relationship has, instead of putting all the focus on this stuff with Jodie which is not the most interesting or even biggest problem they have. The Sah/Paige kiss created so many interesting routes they could've taken but they lost track of what they were doing with it very quickly and then kept losing track of every new opportunity they created. In my heart, they are to Casualty what tomshiv is to Succession. In reality, they're a mess.

I wish I could give a real, proper reason why I don’t like Teddy and Jodie together but I just don’t. It’s so bad that I can barely their scenes together. I guess we’re heading towards more of them, potentially even a proper romance plot? Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh. As I type, I am grimacing at the thought. Whenever I get a romance plot and I don’t like any of the potential outcomes I just start thinking of more unlikely outcomes. Anyway, Paige/Jodie when? When Jodie also figures out that Teddy is probably best left single right now, she and Paige can commiserate together and then get together. It wouldn't make sense but has any of this made sense?

Otherwise, it was a heavy one. Are they just making the most of always being on after the watershed or something?

My incredibly unpopular (at least, unpopular in other areas of the CAS fandom) opinion is that Iain is my least favourite paramedic. Don't dislike him at all, I like him but I just don't understand why the show chooses to only remember plot that has happened to him and often chooses to pretend things that happened to the other paramedics never happened. Maybe I associate him with Faith a bit right now, too.

The music sequence or whatever was so out of nowhere that it was more amusing than dramatic.

I’m glad Rash and Rida have worked it out for now.

The way Casualty has been dealing with disabilities lately has been uncharacteristically uncomfortable. I don’t really have the brain space to expand on that right now but certain choices sure have been made.

Nothing in next week’s spoilers that I feel like I need to comment on, except for Max finally agreeing to take Jodie’s kidney. I would really, really hope it’s mainly an episode of Jodie and Max stuff.

#todays cas-mitski-crossover choice is washing machine heart #bbc casualty #not doing full chara tags im tired

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Luke and Ash living together at Ash’s house during quarantine lockdown and got more serious than ever before.

Amazon Music and Spilling The Quarrantea livestreams, plus other things.

1. The food situation. Discourse back and forth between Luke and Ash of being out of food, during both livestreams.

Both talking about being out of groceries and kept bringing up fish fingers and chicken fingers/nuggets. Pretended to both go get groceries when Michael said the grocery store (Ralph's) just restocked. Ash is the first to get up and leave, fast. Luke only starts to get up to leave.

It seems like perhaps Ash is the one that does the grocery shopping. Ash is the one who says he's going to the store when he can. Luke doesn't offer that idea up. Luke seems like he was sulking because he didn't have the foods he likes. Notice how his demeanor is when they're talking about not having food, in the Quarrantea livestream. Luke even tries to make a point by asking everyone what they're having for dinner, Ash reiterates his fish fingers situation, Michael gives an answer that he hasn't even given it a thought.

2. Amazon Music livestream, Pink Floyd, Lashton listening to Pink Floyd together. Public mentions by both.

a. August 13, 2021 Pink Floyd was one of the influences for Luke’s solo album. Luke brings them up when talking about his song ‘Beautiful Dream’ (Nylon mag interview )

b. Ash worn lots of PF band tees throughout the years (incl. recent pap pics of him walking with Cal via his own twitter May 1, 2019).

c. Ash tweet using “Welcome to the Machine” businessman on fire artwork March 20, 2020.

d. During Luke’s August 2021 interview with Billboard for WFTTWTAF, “I listened to so much Pink Floyd in the past couple of years, especially [during lockdown], and was very influenced by them, particularly Dark Side of the Moon." Billboard 20 Questions interview.

e. ”Welcome to the Machine” from the “Wish You Were Here” EP to Ash’s ig story on Dec 16, 2021.

f. Ash posted a video to his ig story of Pink Floyd “Echoes” in Pompeii performance on July 20, 2022.

3. Spilling the Quarrantea - Luke saying Ash only started growing his own vegetables “10 minutes ago” (He’s clued into this small detail, Ash doesn’t argue it)

4. The only thing Luke had to say about Sierra during lockdown was that she had been making bread (so was many of the population) - not from livestreams but interesting enough to include.

5. Spilling the Quarrantea - The room Luke is in has very similar style to the room Ash is in (possibly in the same house, noteworthy)

6. Ash promo pic of Superbloom includes similar wallpaper than the wallpaper in Luke’s studio room. (same house? wallpaper shopping together?)

7. I’m suspicious that Luke’s WFTTWTAF ig live was at Ash’s house

8. Luke gets the rose tattoo (Ash has one on his arm). Fans notice in picture August 6. 2021.

9. Luke and Ash each wear the black onyx rings for Twitch stream ranking 5SOS songs (Aug 19, 2021), (Lierra engagement announced June 8, 2021 via People), so he’s engaged yet wearing a matching ring with someone else…. Ok

10. Muke isn’t real, Michael reads wattpad fanfic in front of a huge livestream of fans. A partner wouldn’t do that. Ash swooped in to save the situation by making up his own funny one about Cal.

11. Ash took the trip to the desert to go create his solo album, meanwhile Luke creates his own album back in LA. They gave each other a bit of space in their creative processes to write. Pick someone supportive.

12. Ash writes songs about lies, pain, and he’s so tortured, yet publicly he is supposedly in a happy relationship (which is whats being pushed on social media). Ash’s relationship ends lowkey sometime before his birthday but after release of album. Releases his album independently. Then, right before Luke’s album is released on a record label under Sony, there’s an engagement with the gf who is also a songwriter on his album which is being promoted in his album interviews.

13. Luke writing songs about Camellia Street and a change of heart. The narrative is it's where Sierra’s apartment was when they met, but what’s not being said is there’s actually a Camellia Street in Western Sydney where the guys are from. If he were to say that and Sierra hasn’t lived in Aus, then it leaves it open for question (who is Luke having ‘a change of heart’ with?).

14. Luke writing lyrics “Now with my eyes wide open, I’m nothing but a fake”, “I’m on my way to Wonderland, take off my suit and wander in for a moment Or hide for a lifetime”

15. Ash writes songs about lying and living in a cage (“Perfect Lie”) and lyrics such as, “I’ve been living my life but it’s not how it looks” and “Playin’ but not on the team” (“Sunshine”).

Amazon Music Livestream March 27, 2020

Link to Amazon Music livestream

The moment Ash leaves to go pee, Luke looks away from screen..

Cal remarks about Luke’s background, Ash makes a joke “that's not blurred that the clouds bro, Luke lives up in the hills.” Cal: “He doesn’t like those jokes.” Ash: “I love it! He hates them!” *continues laughing* (this reminds me of when Ash brought up the nickname “breadstick”/a>)

Ash helps Luke with figuring out how to get the chat. “You need to get it fullscreen Luke.” (Helping one another)

Luke “Ashton, where do you buy your glasses? The toilet store” Ash “No no no, Don’t encourage him! 2002 Simpsons humor!” Luke laughing (Luke dishing it back at Ash)

Ash “Luke, here’s one, you bogus!”

Ash “Heartbreak Grill” Luke “Heartbake girl” Burgers versus cookies. Ash starts to fight him on it but then lets it go.

Luke is stone faced and quiet when Ash starts talking about his ‘long lost love bodybuilder gf in high school’.

Ash’s dinner last night was 8 chicken nugs and a bag of popcorn. (In an interview, Ash said of the whole band, he’s the best cook and Luke is the worst, Ash poked fun at Luke microwaves eggs, perhaps Luke doesn’t cook much at all at home so Ash fends for himself often. Also, if Ash supposedly has a gf why didn’t she help figure out food?)

Ash: “Here's a good comment. Luke speak, I want to hear your voice” (Very smooth Ash. Ash has spoken a lot in interviews about how much he loves Luke’s voice. A couple of examples: backstage 2018 ARIAS Seconds of Summer: Backstage at ARIAs 2018 (5SOS Uncut), promo interview for Superbloom )

Ash: “Do you mind if I go upstairs and make a sandwich and be back in 20 mins?” Luke: “a chicken nuggets sandwich?” (the ongoing references to chicken nuggets/fish fingers, they are sharing a freezer/fridge)

Ash chooses a comment asking to sing Pink Floyd, Ash impromptu singing “Wish You Were Here”. “Uh! I’ve got that one!” * Luke immediately picks the guitar back up and starts playing a couple chords with a grin on his face*

(44:00) Luke has heart eyes and touches his eye with his hand, when Ash ends the story he wrote to redirect attention of livestream from the super uncomfortable wattpad Luke romance fanfic that Michael reads.

(48:50) Ash reads a “worst” comment to sing Lady Gaga but yet starts singing “Perfect Illusion”.

(about 50:00) Randomly Ash says “You’re telling me, you’ve seen a million faces and you’ve rocked them all?” *Luke laughs* A lyric of one of Luke’s longtime favorite bands Bon Jovi. Again, Luke picks up guitar then plays a few notes of “Dead or Alive”.

(about 52:00) Ash reads a comment to listen to “Toxic” by Britney Spears. Ash then dances to it. Luke with huge grin on his face, bopping his head.

(about 57:30) Ash reads a comment for Luke to sing SLSP. Luke picks up guitar and starts playing. Ash “that rocked, that rocked my world”

(about 1:00:00) Fun fact: Empty Wallets was the first single they wanted to release off of Youngblood. (Lashton song, but that’s for a different day.)

(about 1:00:00) Ash “Here’s one. ‘Luke sing “Single Ladies” by Beyonce.’ I want to see that.” starts singing “put your hands up”

(about 1:02:00) Luke compliments Ash doing low screams, then says he can do the low screams and Luke can do the high screams.

(about 1:04:00) Ash “I like this comment. ‘This is what real men vibe to.’ Damn right. That’s… thats true” *smiles* Luke: “Damn straight”

Over the course of the livestream, Ash reads out comments to read Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Beyonce.

Spilling the Quarrantea April 20, 2020

Link to Spilling the Quarrantea livestream

Luke and Ash both say that they are low on food, then when Michael says Ralph’s just restocked they both pretend to go together. Ash keeps repeating he only had fish fingers to eat, and Luke saying deflatedly that he has nothing left. When they get back into frame, Luke picks a quarrel by saying he bought all of the fish fingers so he can’t have any. Ash “I’m already down to my last groceries” Luke “Yeah I’ve got nothing left.” It’s brought up again later on. Ash “I just ate my last bag of fish fingers” Luke “yeah I’ve got no, I’ve got no food. I just ate my last chicken fingers.”” Luke brings up “what are you guys having for dinner?” Ash “I ate my fish fingers until I brave the outside world.” *Luke’s small awkward laugh*

Ash: “How was Ralph’s?” Luke: “Ralph’s was good. I bought all the fish fingers and there’s none left for you”

Luke and Ash being in sync so much they both turn to the side and lean down at the same time, at the end.

Ash makes a joke about Petunia being Luke’s roommate. Notice how much Luke and Ash are making jokes and ganging up on Cal and/or Michael.

Right at the beginning, Ash starts pretty much serenading Luke by playing the guitar and singing “Hey Carissa” to him.

Luke starts singing “Come come with a kick drum and a gary” and Ash is the only one that immediately starts clapping along.

Cal asks what they’ve been up to, that he hasn't seen them for two weeks, and Luke jokes about finishing the 5th album. Luke and Ash: “Gotta hit’em with a two hit wonder”, they both start shadowboxing.

Luke and Ash gang up on Cal about his outfit being a surf culture company. (Mind you, they themselves have been spotted before wearing the same company). Luke and Ash are losing their shit laughing.

Ash says “this is gotta be x rated, x rated, parental guidance rating for that fringe” when Luke’s bangs are in front of his headphones. Luke and Ash smirk and laugh.

Luke: I was trying to get the lighting right, does it look better or worse?” Ash “guess so, guess so” Luke: “It's hard to get lighting right” *Ash laughing* Ash “So hard” more laughing while Luke then pouts. (Luke has a pattern, since they’ve known each other, of pouting and fake crying to Ash, if he wants to get his way or feels like he’s let him down.)

Luke is asked “What have you been up to?” Luke: “I’ve been growing this beard, dyed my hair for a music video that didn’t happen” Ash flamboyantly says “you look amaaaaazing”.

Luke does a move with his hands thinking it was a move for the music video for “Lost Boy”. Luke: “That's that video we did this thing.” Ash: *agrees softly to him* (a music video doesn’t exist for “Lost Boy”.)

Ash remembers Luke’s mom's tuna bake “that shit was good”. Luke jokes: “sounds like you're gonna make a your momma joke” Ash: “it was good” (a memory involving Luke’s mom is something that Ash recalls from their time in London, of which all the guys were just saying they don’t remember anything from then.)

Luke and Ash having their own conversation about Ash shaving his head for the album promo. Which then leads to joking about host mode. Luke bullies Ash about asking Michael about his least favorite song on the first album, Ash fondly laughs.

Ash tries again to get Luke to go into host mode, but then Luke tries to put it onto Michael to host.

At about the 26:00 mark, Luke and Ash are mirroring each other's head tilts.

“The Girl Who Cried Wolf” Luke and Ash copy each other’s “it's just lies!”

Ash “When do you think we’ll be able to see each other again.” Luke gets quiet with a serious look on his face and puts hand in front of his mouth.

(35:00) Ash and Luke mirroring touching the forehead.

Luke bursts out laughing when Ash puts the Ikea site on screen. (Luke finds Ash hilarious for everything istg, it's adorable don't get me wrong)

After the Ikea site, the first google search Ash does is “luke hemmings worst moments” then “luke hemmings net worth”. (Luke is first in Ash’s mind)

Ash mimicking Petunia’s zoned out face.

Ash “wow your roommate’s so hot, whats her name? Patrice?”, when Luke turns around to see Petunia, Ash does the same exact maneuver. Mirroring.

Luke does the “I love you” hand sign, and Ash says “I love you man”.

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nanahachikyuu · 2 years

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five-star hotel // modern!ivar x reader (part two of two)

Summary: sometimes, love results in heartbreak. That’s just life, and there was nothing she could do about it. But what if the reason for her anguish was also the very same one that brought her so much bliss?

Pairing: ivar x reader

Type: miniseries (read part one right here)

Warnings: depictions of an unhealthy relationship, angst, kind of a happy ending, ooc Ivar

Word count: 5.131

Music insp.: five-star hotel playlist

A/N:

When I first started writing this story, it wasn’t meant to have a happy ending. In my head, there was no space for forgiveness. I’ve been breaking my head to turn things around so I could deliver something happier, and this is what I came up with, thus the unhealthy relationship warning and why it has taken me so long to post it. I’m sorry if I let anyone down by it.

The pictures on the moodboard are from Pinterest, and the bench one is by Will Paterson on Unsplash.

Gentle reminder that English is not my first language, and this was not proofread.

You lie so badly, pretend so badly It's on your face, you haven't forgotten me Different bodies, different smells to forget mine

The first time Ivar tried to leave her, he succeeded for exactly 19 days.

At the time, everything in his life was going downhill. Or perhaps he just felt so overwhelmed that it seemed like nothing was working out for him. Was it his lifelong treatment that was weighing down on him? Did he have another fight with one of his brothers? Maybe his father had let him down once again? Honestly, after all this time, he couldn’t quite place what was going through his mind then.

But, despite all the turmoil in his life, all he cared about was her. She was the only thing that mattered to him. Not his problematic family, not his overprotective mother and detached father, not his ungrateful coworkers. Her. Only her.

That’s exactly what scared him the most.

He needed Y/N. No, he craved her – her ongoing presence in his life, in his house, in his bedroom. The security of having her beside him while everything else was going to shit. A feeling he had never felt before in his life. She was his very own personal haven.

He had never planned this, to be in love.

The issue is that Ivar never realised that was exactly what he had been looking for. Throughout his life, all he ever wanted was for someone to love him past his disability, despite his difficult personality, and exclusively because of who he was. That’s exactly what he found in Y/N – he just never realised it until it was too late. Until she was gone.

Also, Ivar believed himself to be a pragmatic man.

So, one particular night, instead of calling Y/N like he wanted so badly to do, to soothe the ache in his chest like only her could, he spent the night playing out scenarios in his head. Each and every one of them ended up exactly the same way: with him being heartbroken, betrayed, left behind, abandoned. There wasn’t a single possibility of a happy ending.

The very next day, Ivar ghosted her.

However, things didn’t work out the way he thought it would.

Ivar planned everything down to every second. He had schemed his whole life – to every new scenario, he had a response ready. That’s how much he liked to be ahead of things. If something worked out differently than what he had initially thought-out, he already knew what to do. Still, none of his plans included falling in love. Not once in his life he considered the possibility of having such strong feelings towards someone he wasn’t related to, and thus morally obligated to love. Therefore, a decision that was taken in his best interest only resulted in the exact heartbreak he wanted to avoid in the first place.

In the first week, he read all of her text messages. He stared at his phone when she called, until the screen would go dark again. He listened to every single voice mail she had left, craving to hear her voice just one more time. Y/N had disappeared completely from social media, so he lived off the crumbles she was leaving him through her attempts to contact him.

That is, until even the crumbles weren’t an option anymore. After his doorman had called up to his apartment, to let him know that she’d been there to pick up her things, the text messages stopped; there were no more calls, no more voicemails. All he had from her were the memories she had left behind. It hurt more than he ever thought possible.

19 days later, Ivar was at her door, begging her to take him back.

He had meant everything he had promised her then. He really did. But then he recalled why he had left in the first place. So, he did it again.

This time around, though, things were much different. There was no news from her. She never came looking for him, never tried to contact him like she had done before. Just 45 days of radio silence. But, unlike the last time, he witnessed firsthand how she had moved on. Or as firsthand as Hvitserk’s Instagram account would allow him to.

“By the gods, Ivar!” Hvitserk snapped. “Why do you need my cellphone for?”.

Ivar had stormed into his brother’s office the moment he noticed his arrival at the company and hadn’t left since, not before he got what he came for.

“I just need to check something on your Instagram”, he replied matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal, but something he did all the time, which clearly it wasn’t.

“Please Ivar, enlighten me on what exactly is on my Instagram that’s not on yours. As far as I know, we follow the same people”, he asked, leaning back on his chair, arms crossed on his slim chest. Hvitserk knew exactly what Ivar wanted, he just wanted him to say it out loud.

“You know what, never mind” Ivar answered simply, leaning into his crutch to stand up from the chair in front of his brother. He wasn’t going to leave really, but he knew exactly how to get what he wanted from his big brother – if he had to play the “drama queen” card, then so be it.

“Why don’t you just reach out to her instead of torturing yourself like this?”, Hvitserk voiced. He just couldn't understand why his brother was putting himself through hell like this. Not that he didn’t deserve it for pulling what he did, but still.

Ivar doesn’t answer immediately, but only sits back on the chair in front of Hvitserk’s desk and stares at the other man like he just told the funniest joke.

“I suppose it would be this easy for you, huh? Just a snap of your fingers and all your women come back crawling to you”, Ivar challenged, not at all happy with the turn of the conversation.

“It’s not what I meant, Ivar, and you know it. I’m just saying that maybe if you talked things through…”

“What? She’d come back to me?” Ivar interrupts him. “She’d come back to the cripple who abandoned her?”.

“Come on, Ivar…” he starts, but he knows there’s no use. Ivar was in over his head and nothing he’d say would help him change his mind. So, instead of pressing Ivar to continue the conversation, Hvitserk just scribbles down something on a piece of paper and hands it to his little brother.

In return, the dark-haired man stares at the paper his brother handed to him, sighing with relief that he finally got what he’d come for, and could now leave.

“Your password is ‘Shaggy and Scooby’?”.

“GET OUT!”.

She hadn’t blocked him; he was certain of that much. Her profile picture still the first icon he saw every time he logged into his own Instagram account. But Ivar was indeed a very proud man and didn’t want her to know he was checking all her pictures and stories. So, he turned to Hvitserk, annoying his brother until he gave up his password.

That’s how he found out she had moved to a new apartment, on the other side of town from his own place. That she had adopted a cat, a black ball of fur named Frigga that followed her everywhere. He never thought he’d ever be this jealous of a kitty. Ivar saw all her new pictures, watched every single story she shared, he even went as far as stalking the strangers who left comments on her photos. Y/N looked even more beautiful, if that’s possible. And he was more hurt with each new day that passed.

Every morning, Ivar woke up oblivious, imagining that she was still sleeping peacefully next to him. And every morning he opened his eyes to find the space next to him empty. There was no warm body pressed up to his, no arms holding on to him for dear life, no fingers tangled in his disheveled hair. Only the ghost of her left behind, and the reality of having to face yet another day carrying that heavy loneliness on his shoulders - one he'd brought upon himself.

45 days after he had left her alone in a hotel room, Ivar was, once again, facing the abyss her absence created in his life. Honestly, he was proud of himself for keeping his distance this long. But that particular day he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He wondered if he told her he was sorry, it’d be enough for her to come back to him, to forgive his latest mistake. He wondered if he apologised, he’d once again come home to find her in his kitchen, wearing his old Zeppelin shirt. He wondered if he’d once again have the opportunity to come up behind her, slip his arms around her waist and pull her closer to his chest, his face hiding in the crook of her neck while she cooked their dinner.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to go home that day. The reality of getting home to an empty apartment, to yet another silent night – he just couldn’t face it. At that point, he wished walls really could talk, just so he wouldn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, not really. He woke up still feeling desolate, endured a day’s work and Hvitserk’s ongoing scrutiny, attended meetings with Ragnar, had lunch with Floki, and more than once considered quitting his job and pursuing a career away from his family’s company. However, when he entered the car, instead of telling the driver to head home, he gave him Y/N’s new address – an information he had acquired due to his pitiable stalking, helped by the fact that Kattegat wasn’t a very big town, and had very distinguishable streets, especially for him who had spent all his life there.

Ivar had felt pain in his life, but nothing compared to what her absence was doing to him. And he just couldn't take it anymore, he had reached his breaking point.

The driver had stopped the car a block away from her apartment and, while he was gathering up the courage to walk out of the car, Ivar saw her. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly to his eyes.

Y/N was at the park across the street, sitting on a bench with an open book on her lap, cellphone in hand. From afar, Ivar sees the moment she breaks into a smile that takes his breathe away. He couldn’t hear her laugh from this distance, but the magical sound played out in his head as if she was right there next to him.

As a tear slides down his cheek, Ivar signs for the motorist to drive away.

Two weeks later, he’s at her door again. A part of him can’t stop from laughing at the irony of his current situation. Almost a year before, he was at that exact same position. That time, he had waited for her for hours, and when she finally appeared, he had begged her to take him back, to accept him back into her life.

Only this time, he didn’t go in. He couldn’t bring himself to knock on her door.

Even from outside in the corridor, it was possible to hear the music and the loud voices coming from inside her apartment. She was clearly having a party – just another proof that she had, in fact, moved on without him.

Ivar raises his hand to knock on the door but can’t gather up the strength to do so. She’s got company right now. It’s better to talk when they can have privacy, right? In all honesty, he barely had the courage to come up to her apartment, let alone face her for the first time in weeks with witnesses to his misery.

So, rather than knocking, Ivar turns around and enters the elevator.

Prioritizing myself seems to choose to lose you Don't leave me alone, leave me close to you Bad relationships are much easier to forget I know it's going to hurt since it was so good

When Y/N left that hotel, she promised herself she would never, ever, allow Ivar Ragnarsson back into her life again.

After she cried herself out of tears, Y/N changed out of the dress, gathered up her things and as she walked away from the building, she’d also walk away from the love she had for him.

Easier said than done.

Moving out of her old apartment and into a new one as far away from his as possible was the only way she found to distance herself from the memories that haunted her. When the loneliness in her new place became too much for her to bare, she adopted a kitty to keep her company. Little Frigga was the only light in the darkness that had taken over her life. She kept going out with her friends, as if she wasn’t dying in the inside. Her plan was simple – if she acted like everything was fine, then eventually it would be, right?

She was alright. She was alright. She was alright.

Maybe, if she repeated the words enough, it would become a reality.

What she couldn’t understand was why, after all Ivar had put her through, after all the pain, all the tears, after he had let her down and broken her heart in so many pieces she couldn’t put it back together. Even after all this, she still missed him. She still suffered for what they had and what they could’ve been. She still longed for the man who hurt her so deeply.

All Y/N wanted was to teleport back to those days where it was just the two of them. When Ivar would talk endlessly about his latest discovery on his family’s Viking heritage, and she’d listen to him intently. But every now and then she would lose herself in the depths of his blue eyes, until he’d pinch her thigh to get her attention, complaining that she wasn’t listening to him. He was an introvert to the world, but not with her. When it was just the two of them, he could talk for hours on end.

Y/N wished she could live forever in that brief moment when someone wakes up, and before reality comes crashing in. She wished she could spend all her waking minutes in that peaceful instant, when everything felt right, and she didn’t have any recollection of being rejected. Where he was still laying beside her, eyebrows frowned because they had, once again, forgotten to close the blinds in their rush to get to the bed the night before. But then she’d turn on her side, arm reaching out to him, only to find the empty space, and the realisation that no, she didn’t have a nightmare. It wasn’t a bad dream she had in her sleep, but her true reality. Ivar really wasn’t there anymore.

Other times, she wished she had never met Ivar. Y/N wished she could go back to the day they met – when she was new in town and dependent on her inexistant sense of direction. She walked into the little café seeking help, and Ivar had come for the rescue. And to change her life forever. She wished she could go back to that day, only to warn herself about the heartbreak the handsome man with those dazzling blue eyes would inflict on her.

She tried to maintain a routine, something that’d give the impression that things were normal. She woke up, got dressed, went to work. Y/N went out with her friends, attended birthday parties and celebratory dinners. She even went out to a pub one day, but the possibility of meeting Ivar or one of his brothers kept her on edge the whole time. But then the night would come again, accompanied by that never ending loneliness. She’d go home only to be suffocated by her walls, like it was closing down on her. That deafening silence that was the new playlist to her dinners, a remarkable contrast to the sound of Ivar’s laughter.

In contrast, one of the things Y/N loved to do was visiting the small park near her new place. She loved watching the kids play and listening to their giggles and laughter of pure joy brought her a peace she hadn’t felt since that fateful day. So, whenever she had a day off, Y/N would take a book and seat on one of the benches by the playground, watching the afternoon fading away.

Another thing that was helping her keep her sanity was her newfound and unexpected friendship with Hvitserk, one of Ivar’s older brothers. It started a couple of weeks after she had gotten back from her time abroad. Apparently, Ivar had finally broken down and shared with him what had happened between them, and he only wanted to check on her, make sure she was doing alright. They had been texting every day since.

Their exchange was always silly and innocent. Sometimes he’d text her about a funny Tik Tok, a show they both liked, or his opinion on a restaurant she wanted to go and, being the food driven person he was, he had already been to and had a whole essay ready about each course they served. One day, when she was reading in the park, he sent her a video of a bear cub trying to climb a wall. She laughed so hard that a couple that was walking by looked at her like she was a lunatic.

There was only one implied rule: he never, ever, mentioned Ivar to her. It was better like this - what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.

However, even with all her attempts to mask her true feelings, her friends still saw the truth. Even though she didn't reveal what had actually happened between her and her ex-boyfriend, it was obvious that their fairy tale didn't have a happy ending. So, Y/N's friends made it their mission to bring back the smiling girl who had left the country months before. And one of those attempts included having small gatherings in her apartment. Nothing too big, so as not to frighten her, but just something that would prevent her from being alone for too long, drowning on her sorrow.

On the one hand, Y/N felt deeply grateful to have people in her life who cared so much about her well-being, even if it made her a little upset that she couldn't hide how the breakup had hurt her as well as she'd imagined. However, other times, she wished they would just leave her be. After an especially difficult week, when even sleep didn't come easy, all she wanted was to be alone, with only little Frigga to keep her company.

Once, in one of those times when she wanted more than ever to escape, she had proof that she was worse off than even she had realized. Intending to be alone for a while, Y/N figured it would be a great idea to hide in the hallway on her floor. No one would look for her there. However, when she opened the door to her apartment, she smelled his perfume, that scent so unique it would be etched in her memory forever, the fragrance so strong it was as if he had been right there, moments earlier.

The sound of the elevator doors closing brought her back to reality. And along with it, the realization that she was going mad without him.

You’ll call pretending that nothing happened Asking what time you can come by my place The feeling is gone, but the lust doesn't end This is the fifth last time We lack compromise

When Y/N woke up that morning, she felt like that was going to be her day. The sun was out, the birds were singing, the weather was pleasant for the first time in ages. So, after having breakfast, she picked up a book and left her apartment, heading to her new favourite spot in the park.

But fate has its way of playing tricks on their subjects. And apparently, she was the chosen victim of the moment.

Just as she was walking out into the street, the lobby doors closing behind her, she saw him. Ivar was right there, standing in the sidewalk in front of the building. Cellphone in his ear as he looked down at the ground. In her back pocket, her own phone started to ring.

Ivar noticed her a moment later, his gaze meeting hers. Those intense ocean eyes staring at her for the first time in so long was enough to freeze her in place, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to bust out of her chest. Y/N brings the book she was holding to her chest, hugging it tight, attempting to keep her mass of feelings inside.

“Hm… Hi”, he’s the first one to break the silence, staring deep into her eyes. She notices he’s holding so tight to his crutch that his knuckles had turned white, a sign that he was just as nervous as she felt.

When she doesn’t respond, Ivar continues, “I was… hm…”, he clears his throat. “I was just about to call you”.

A car passing by breaks her out of the shock she had fallen into. Still, Y/N can’t gather up the strength to look at him, the scowl she just knew he had, and mostly to stare into those beautiful blue eyes she loved so much. Not without breaking down into tears, and she wasn’t going to let him see her cry, not because of him. Not again. Not so easily.

“I was wondering… I mean…”.

“What do you want Ivar?”, she cuts him off, her tone masking her agony for impatience.

“I just… I just want to talk”.

“Oh, now you want to talk?”.

“Please, Y/N. Just, please…”. his voice cracks, and it's clear in his tone how much he was suffering, the pain he was feeling, which surprises her. Not even in the first time he reappeared on her doorstep to mend their relationship did Ivar seem so distressed.

Watching Ivar so broken in front of her made Y/N realise something: no matter how many times he broke her heart in two, three, so many pieces, when it healed, it’d still beat only for him. It’d still crave to be close to him, to love him. But was it enough to accept him back into her life after what he’d done?

Looking around on the street, Y/N decides she would listen to Ivar and his explanation of the hell he'd put her through. She owned herself that much, as well to their years of relationship, that for most of it was a happy and loving one.

“We should probably do this upstairs” she says, turning her back on him and walking back into the building, Ivar following right behind her.

As she opens the door to her apartment, it is possible to hear Frigga meowing from inside. The kitty hated to be left by herself, even if just for a short time. When Y/N enters the living room, she is immediately attacked by a small ball of fur.

“Frigga!”, she exclaims, picking up the cat, that was currently attacking her legs, and bringing her to her face.

Meanwhile, Ivar admires the scene in front of him. Seeing Y/N so happy causes an inexplicable grip on his heart. He always knew he loved her, that was one of the reasons he did what he did - because of his fear of loving her so fiercely and not being reciprocated. However, seeing Y/N interact with the little kitty, an easy smile on her face, was a clear reminder of what he had given up in the name of doubt.

“Please, sit”, Y/N interrupts his thoughts, pointing to the couch in the living room. When he takes a sit, she follows right behind him, but chooses the armchair, preferring to keep a safe distance between them.

As she takes a seat on the armchair, Y/N takes the opportunity to really watch him for the first time. His hair was a bit longer, now loose on his shoulders instead of his usual braids, and the blue eyes she missed so much were hidden behind prescription glasses. What caught her attention, though, was the grey sweatshirt Ivar wore, one she remembered stealing from him countless times before. Even such a small detail, such an insignificant memory next to everything they'd lived through, made her heart ache.

A few minutes pass, but they remain in an awkward silence. A silence that Y/N refuses to break, however. She knew Ivar well enough to know that if given enough time, he would start talking. Besides, he was the one who came to her in the first place, so let him be the first to speak.

And that is exactly what happens.

“I-I don’t know where to start”, he confesses, looking down at his feet instead of looking at her.

“What about from the beginning?”, she proposes. “Why did you do it Ivar?”. In all honesty, she couldn't tell how she was managing to keep her calm like that, when all she wanted was to demand that he tell her the truth behind the cruelty of his actions.

“I don’t think you’d understand”, he surmises. “Not really, anyway”.

“Why don’t you try me?”, is all she says.

Another moment passes before Ivar speaks again, and when he does, his voice is choked, and his eyes shine with the tears he was trying with all his strength to hold back.

“Because my heart is broken, I’m broken”, he laments, a few tears streaming down his face. He chooses that moment to look at her, noticing how she was fighting with her own emotions.

“Why would you say that?”, Y/N demands, and then adds when he doesn’t answer her immediately, “Please, Ivar. This time at least, talk to me, you own me that much”.

Frigga chooses that moment to make her presence known. The kitty jumps on Ivar's lap, curling up on his lap and making it very clear that this is where she had chosen to take a nap. Ivar laughs at the kitty, scratching behind her little ear, causing her to purr softly.

“Ok…” he says, then.

So, they talked. They talked for hours about Ivar’s insecurities and struggles. He shared moments of his childhood that he hadn’t before – how he always felt like he lived only to try to catch up with his siblings, to show his worth and, most importantly, that his disability would never stop him from having his own achievements.

If Sigurd learned to read by the age of five, he did it when he was only four years old. If Ubbe got accepted into the most prestigious college in the country, so did he and three others. He spent half his life trying to prove that he was just like his brothers, and the other half that he was, in actuality, better than them.

However, Ivar failed to remember that life could be more than that, beyond a one-sided rivalry with his older brothers. While they focused on their personal lives, living, loving, and building their own families, he made it his mission on earth to win this competition that only he was participating in.

Until serendipity put her in his life.

He was never one to be surprised, to stray away from his life plans. But Y/N managed to break all his rules.

Even then, even after all the beautiful moments they had, even after she had caused feelings in him that he never imagined were real, he just couldn't believe that anybody would ever fall in love with him. As a consequence, he preferred to run when things were good. All because he didn't understand that when Y/N looked at him, there was nothing but love in her gaze in a way that no one had ever showed him before. Thus, his ignorance struck again, and he broke her heart.

“I-I know…”, Ivar starts. “I know you may not have it in you to forgive me and I can’t blame you”. He was fidgeting with his fingers, not able to look her in the eye. Even so, she could listen to him sniffle, watching as he ran his fingers under his eyes, cleaning the few tears running down his face. “I’ve played this out in so many ways and in none of them you forgive me. Honestly, I wouldn’t either if I were you”.

“But… I wanted to say I’m sorry and... thank you. I’m sorry for all the pain I inflicted on you and thank you for giving me the happiest years of my life”.

That was the final straw for her.

All this time, throughout their entire conversation, Y/N has been dancing in a fine line – confused between accepting what he was saying as the truth and with so taking him back into her life, like her heart was demanding her to do; or deciding with reason instead of with the heart.

But his words tore apart her indecision, deciding for her. Better yet, pushed her in the direction she knew she wanted to go, and would eventually go, the moment she invited him up to her apartment.

She launches from her spot in the armchair and straight into his awaiting arms. Ivar holds on tight to her, keeping her body as close to his as their awkward position would allow. He was still sitting on the couch, slightly hunched over in her direction. Y/N was kneeled on the floor in front of him, arms reaching up around his back, face hidden in his neck and her body shaking from the sobs cutting through her throat, little Frigga squashed between the two of them.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…”, Ivar keeps repeating, holding on to her just as hard as she was hugging him.

It was hard to tell how long they stayed like that. Holding on to each other, gluing back the pieces their time apart had broken.

Part of her believed his words, that he truly loved her. However, she knew they had a long way to go. Trust could not be restored overnight, with some sad stories and some shed tears. But the other part of her knew the immensity of the love she felt for him, and how being away from Ivar's arms would be so much more difficult than the path they had ahead of them.

Ivar had walked through hell during the time he was away from her, and he had no intention on going back. Even more, knowing how much she had suffered because of him broke a part of his heart that he was not sure would ever recover. However, he knew the fragility of what they had at that moment, but this time he would not break her trust on him. This time, he was going to keep that promise. Because he might break a bone, but he could never break a promise to her, not ever again.

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hi jade my love!! i was so excited to read if it barks part 4 and i hope you don’t mind me sharing my thoughts and favourite bits once again <3

Pretending gender doesn't play into it would be silly. But it gives you a migraine whenever you think about it, so you try not to.

"The Bangles," you repeat, genuinely surprised by her comparison. "The only thing we have in common with them is that we're girls."

i know i’ve talked about how much i love that you write your characters multifaceted but also i love how you always build the world around them like she’s not only worrying about her relationship with eddie or the other girls but also how their music is perceived by the industry and how being a girl affects it!!! love it love it love it

The more you know Morgan, the less you’ve felt you could love her. It might be cruel to recognise that. She demeans your style, pokes fun at your body, and worst of all, she takes the piss out of your constant dedication to the music you make.

You do. Morgan’s probably trying her best, in the same way that you’re doing yours, balancing friendship and music and fame and a high-pressure job with little room for slip-ups. And now Eddie. Maybe Morgan has an Eddie somewhere, some larger than life loverboy with a penchant for sharpness and sweetness simultaneously.

omg and the way it parallels to a previous part where r says that she thinks the worst thing about morgan is she could love her </3 also what i said about you writing your characters multifaceted!!

Worse is that this could all be different. If you were prettier, someone Morgan approved of. If you were smarter, and could garner Ananya's interest. Feeling like an outsider in the extreme that you do can't be good for you, but there's no quick fix. The only time it goes away is when you're on stage playing music for a thousand outsiders. Or when you're with Eddie.

first of many, MANY favourite bits 😭

His hug. That might be what you miss most. Boy's got a world-class smile that gives dizzying, sickly kisses but what you want to feel most is the weight of his arms around you. You want him to hold you steady.

another favourite <3

If it barks like a dog, and it heels like a dog… You grip the door. You miss him, and it's terrifying. He can be cruel. You can be cruel too, but you'd been at his fucking mercy. He'd looked at you and he'd known exactly what to say that was gonna mess you up. He has a talent for it. You hate this, and you know now you won't sleep until you're sure things are okay between you, though there's no reason anything would've changed since the last time you saw him. What kind of pathetic does that make you?

i like how they were still able to build a loving relationship even though they’ve said the meanest things to each other. and what i mean when i say that i like is that i’m not big with the enemies to lovers trope because it’s so hard to write it in a way that feels serious and big enough to justify the enemies part of it without crossing the line to something irredeemable and i think you’ve done it perfectly. and that you named your work after that scene!! genius.

"Hi," he says again, something warm in his voice. "Y/N? My Y/N, or a fan who knows just what to say to get my number?"

You go a bit blind. "Your Y/N."

"Shit, I think I was starting to forget what you sound like," Eddie says.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” you say, not really thinking about how it sounds. “I love that song, it’s so sweet. I thought you were this big scary jerk but it turns out you’re just as soft as the rest of us. Turn it up, I wanna listen.”

+ (last one i promise)

Because you’ve been confronted with the good. His laugh. His love songs. And you’re realising he isn’t as in your reach as you’d thought.

remember when i was so mad at him in the previous chapters? yeah me neither. i love him and i love them.

“I want to tell you something,” Eddie says.

“Oh, gross. You can’t just say that, now I’m panicking,”

shes so real

There’s a small sound. Maybe he’s licked his lips, or changed positions. “When I… when we had that fight, in the Prover Theatre. I just want you to know that I regret how I treated you. I wish I could take it back, and… I wish I had the guts to tell you in person, but I don’t. Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s not how I want to be, and I need you to know that you’re right about me, I’m a loser, but I’m the kind of loser who wants to take you out to dinner and knock my soda in my lap or try to kiss you too soon, not the kind of loser who leaves you hanging.” He laughs like you had, like it’s being dragged out of him, and you realise that Eddie Munson is panicking on the other side. “Shit, can I take some of that back? I’m cool, I swear.”

ajakajdjakaks 😭😭😭😭 IM COOL I SWEAR STOP I LOVE HIM

Eddie finds that he hates having an almost-girlfriend. In his head, in his chest, you're his girl. He doesn’t know how to explain himself beyond that. It’s this feeling like heat, like light, like the kiss of a sunbeam on a cold day warming his skin. And it’s the blessed breeze in a heatwave, it’s ice on an ache, it’s the feeling of your skin, your pulse under his touch. Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder —it grabs wanting by the neck and squeezes all the air out. If he doesn’t get to see you soon he’s gonna lose it.

He tried explaining it to Wayne down the phone, because he’s being a good nephew now and actually calling, but he couldn’t take himself seriously, all those cheesy metaphors like chewed cud in his mouth waiting to be swallowed and yacked back up. He said, “Does it always feel like this?”

And Wayne sort of laughed, a derisive snort to seal the deal, and said, “Eds, you ain’t the first kid to fall for a girl.”

jade baby that was BEAUTIFUL. definitely one of my favourite bits. so so beautifully written. that last part made me think of a james baldwin quote where he says (something around) that we tend to think our feelings are unprecedented in the history of the world <3 love that

He blames himself, thinking you were right after all – he did kiss you too soon. And for the wrong reasons. Now he knows what it feels like, knows what sound you make when you like it, how was he ever supposed to move past that? Your arm under his lips, or your hair against his cheek as he tried to hug the bone-deep dread out of your system, a faucet drip drip dripping by your thigh. He can’t remember what you smell like anymore, only that you smelled good, and he gets that this’ll be the nature of whatever relationship you two manage to cradle for a long while; he’d never ask you to follow him, and he thinks you’d rather die than do anything similar.

this whole section too LIKE 😭 he knows he kissed her way too early and before they could do things right like apologize and start it all over but now HOW COULD HE NOT DO IT. also the way that he can’t remember what she smells like and knows that it’ll probably be like that again in the future cause it’s the kind of stuff you need to be around constantly to remember exactly but they would never ask her to leave everything she worked so hard to get behind and she would never do the same to him 😭

Better are your hands. No, better is your smile, because he knows you more than he should already and he knows what your smile means. You’re happy to see him, and you don’t want him to know it.

the “no, better is your smile” kinda caught me off guard just cause it felt so pure like we were watching the thought pop in his mind 😭 i loved it

Eddie’s surprised at your honesty, not because you aren’t an honest person, but maybe because he’s used to skirting around the issue with you. There’s a mutual attitude that anything unsaid is untrue, and lately you’ve both said a ton of stuff you can't take back. He’s sorry, he wants to see you. You feel better when you’re with him. It’s embarrassing considering how little time you’ve spent together, and Eddie wants to change that.

Unfortunately for him, there’s a little more awkwardness to cut through, the shame of vulnerability or the realisation that you’re both standing on the precipice of something shiny and new. Suddenly, every word feels important. He has to make it clear that he’s repentant, and desperate, but only for you.

i think that it makes so much sense that they’ve built this relationship on honesty and even like things you wouldn’t say to someone you’re only starting to build something with cause wasn’t it like that all the time for them? even when they were not lovey dovey but brutally mean to each other, weren’t they doing the exact same, being honesty but in a cruel way? i love that. love that you’ve built their relationship like that. also HES REPENTANT AND DESPERATE BUT ONLY FOR YOU 🤧

Over the phone, he's told you about Wayne and growing up, and about stuff he doesn’t think he’s told anyone before, not secret so much as mundanities that no one ever wanted to listen to. He sticks to mundane things for now. Like the phone calls between you both (new, occasional, but always too long), he talks until he runs out of things to say, and even then he drags it out to a painful threshold.

the idea of eddie telling her about wayne and his life growing up is so wholesome to me 😭💘

You give him a look that can only be described as loving. It’s pure affection, and if he weren't sitting he’d have fallen over from how it makes him feel. You lean forward until the top part of your face is on his cheek, your eyelashes twitching like a butterfly’s wing.

beautiful. SO beautiful. also eddie being obsessed with her eyelashes since the previous parts is something so important to me

"I'm a big girl," you say after a short second of staring at him, the ridge of his nose and the curls silhouetting his slight hint of cheekbone. "I don't need you to take all of the blame."

"Ah, but I'm selfish. I want it all." He shrugs. "Better luck next time."

aagghhhh <3<3<3

You love this. All these familiar touches. Like a moth to a flame, you follow him back up into the main storefront and sit beside him on top of a crate, cradling the Les Paul like a baby you're terrified of dropping.

this part alone made me create a whole playlist for them in my head i swear. LOVE the moth to a flame imagery <3

"Like I'm your dog," you say, a joke that brushes too close to home. You fumble over the strings, gaze resolute on the body of the guitar rather than his face. You don't care that he said it —you care that he knows he said it. It doesn't make sense in so little words, but the feeling is contrite. It doesn't allow for sensical explanation. The humiliation of being seen is worse than a spurned insult thrown haphazard at your feet. His insult isn't as bad as your reaction to it. The fact that he knows it upset you. That's the worst part. It's embarrassing because he was right. Of course it is. And it doesn't get better, because you're still the same. Still running back after every kick. No matter the leg.

i literally flinched when she said “like im your dog” cause i KNEW it was gonna hit too close to home for them. also the raw emotion of not caring about what he said but the fact that he knew it would upset her and it did. you have such a way of putting confusing and weird feelings into words i love you for that. also!!! still running back after every kick no matter the leg???? insanity. beautifully written but criminal.

"I think you're beautiful. You impress me, and you make me wanna write bad songs," he says, rubbing his thumb over your fingers. "What am I saying? I can't write a bad song. It's impossible. Especially if they're about you."

another favourite lovey dovey bit <3

"I don't care if everybody wants me," he says, and kisses you again, your noses smushed together. "That's not true, anyway," —he laughs quietly into your open mouth, his breath warm as it fans over your lips and tongue— "and if it were," —he kisses you a third time, his head tilted to the side, his lips parted a fraction like he can't wait long enough to line up with you— "it wouldn't change what I want."

cryinh jade how could you WRITE this. how.

Colo Do Amante Hotel, April 1991

omg is that in portuguese or am i tripping

He's trying to write about how you look now before you move, before he can forget it.

nothing to add just thought this was adorable. also made me think of that previous line where he says that he will eventually forget these small things about her when she’s not around <\3

Being your almost boyfriend comes with privileges, like being privy to how you're feeling. Once unbeknownst to Eddie and probably everyone in your life, you're not a very happy person. He could guess why, he's not blind, but thinking it and knowing it are two different ponds. You don't say much about it, embarrassed by or maybe unable to verbalise how you're feeling beyond, "I'm tired of everything today," and, "Sorry, I'm just worried."

:( <3

"It's weird that we managed to find each other," you say. "Though everything. You had to like all that music, we had to want this bad, we had to be born at the same time, in the same scenes, and we had to go to the same stupid party."

Recollection lights your eyes, and then, like he'd so desperately wanted to see months ago when he wandered into you of all people at a sticky, snow-loaded party, you smile at him. Like you missed him. Like you can't believe your luck.

"Well, hey, stranger," you whisper, your thumb rubbing along his bottom lip, fingers tucked neatly behind his ear. "I remember you."

"You took your time," he says.

SHUT UP THIS WAS THE MOST WHOLESOME THING EVER

also even though they’ve met before it’s still insane that they were able to find each other again. if anything it makes it even more weird how much things had to happen in a certain way so it could lead them to one another. the string tying them together etc <3

Earnestness has you sounding your best: your voice has always been one of his very favourite things about you. Your voice, your smile, your passion (maybe that one most of all). When you talk as you are now, without anything in the way, he thinks he might be at his most infatuated.

the way he’s constantly mentioning her smile and her eyelashes and her voice and!!!!!! im going insane!!!!!!!

You pick up your camera and aim it at his face. He knows how he must look, his hair frizzy from hours on a small plane, lips sore from kissing you, ridiculously happy. Now you know everything about him he'd been purposefully hiding. All the bad in all of the good, and all the good in all of the bad. He can't wait to tell you the rest.

RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY. HE CANT WAIT TO TELL YOU THE REST. BYE.

love the “all the bad in all of the good, and all the good in all of the bad” too. i think its a great imagery to how you’ve been portraying these characters!

"Listen," he says as he breaks away, his lips tingling, heart in his throat. "Can I be your boyfriend?"

He hadn't meant to ask like that.

You nod slowly, then quickly, trying uselessly to tamp an ecstatic smile as you paw at his arms. Eddie pulls you back up onto the bed and you make camp in his lamp, hands in his hair and lips like an undulating wave against his. He kisses you until he can't think.

jade. i love you. i love your writing so much. i love the effort and the love you put in every single one of your works and if it barks it’s turning out to be one of my favourite fics of yours just cause of how much care you put into building this world and these characters as real and honest and flawed people!!! i think whatever comes next is gonna utterly break and shatter my heart and i trust you completely to do it.

you’re insane (affectionately) for that cliffhanger btw.

i love youuuuu 💌 - lu

I love you 😭😭😭😭 I don't think I can say everything I want to but let's have a go lmao

I say this every time but you always pull the parts that i think I might be writing just for me, it makes me so happy that you notice !! Their honesty with each other that fosters both meanness for each other and sweetness, like how their relationship might feel as though its happening in the wrong order but it happened this way because they're willing to be honest more often than they want to be right if that makes sense, it's my favourite type of person! It's scary to say sorry and they trip over themselves to do it anyways because Eddie feels so built for being a dick, even though what he said wasn't wrong

I love writing the loving parts and I don't know if im silly but with Eddie it comes easy the voice I have for him in my head is showful and scared but also willing to be vulnerable for the right reasons like he is in the show, plus hes cool and suave and also a huge loser and I want him too much and writing if it barks is like half love letter to him and half love letter to loser girls who keep getting kicked lol.

They're so messy! They're in love but they aren't, they barely know one another and they know each other too well!! All the good in all the bad ... its why they could hate each other so quickly, I think, cos they could see parts of themselves in each other they already didn't like perhaps, disguised as foreign grievances or maybe they're just idiots 😭

I really love doing the world building even though I don't know nothing about nothing, I don't know America or music, I can't play guitar, I don't know what that feels like, but i can relate to loving a craft and wanting to get so good at it even as you know there's someone better and someone with more practice and even more opportunity as most people feel too!! Plus world building is a joy beside seeing yourself in the world because it feels like setting a stage or painting a background, it makes everything feel more real for me and hopefully anyone reading

I was really struggling to pull the strings together and then one day I was showering and I thought HOLY SHIT!! there's no reason for Eddie to hold onto it anymore, he knows the reader isn't cruel intentionally, he knows she likes him, could love him, so there's no reason to keep it to himself! But I also knew that when he finally traded that in, the balance would start to shift, cos you don't ever really know everything about someone and especially not so soon into a relationship no matter how affectionate you feel, and of course the plot needs somewhere to go now they're in love. The plan for the next chapter is so awfully chaotic and I'm sure it won't stick cos it never does but love(lust, fondness, etc) doesn't suddenly scrape your flaws clean, they're still the people they were before (not entirely, but the deep rooted stuff remains), and it's gonna come back!

"you have such a way of putting confusing and weird feelings into words" you say this but you explained it better in the line before than I did after a paragraph 😭 no but that's the point of contention at this point —it's not that they said certain things, but that saying those things signals both the capability to be cruel (whcih we all have) and the willingness, as well as that read he has on her . It's a really squirmy feeling to be seen for what you fear you are so quickly, and it's bad! But they're saying sorry and trying to fix it because they care about each other, again the honesty ties in if you get me? It's hard to explain haha.

reader is loyal to the wrong people and its going to bite! And Eddie I think has done more growing than she has, she might have to catch up, but he's not perfect of course and im really excited to move forward with all of that so they can foster something special (after pain and agony :D)

I love you! Your thoughts are my favourite thing in the world, and I'm so privileged and happy and lucky to get to read them!! ♥♥

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Chapter 2 - King meets Pawn

The Beach had been slowly filling up with people.

Savine walked through the corridors of the resort, wearing nothing but a white bikini, a gun on her right hand.

Occasionally someone would come up to try and talk to her. Flirt with her. Become friends. They were interested in many things - where was she from (Clearly not Japan), what was she doing here (Survive, just like the rest of you), which games had she already played (You'd be surprised), what was her favorite movie (American Psycho. Always have identified myself with Patrick Bateman) or which kind of music she enjoyed listening to (None). The answer to all of those questions was always the same: silence. Their faces would fall, usually after a few minutes, and they would scurry away.

Now, they avoid me like the plague.

It is better like this.

I don't need company.

Posing as a player had been fun, entertaining.

It almost felt like being alive, those seconds after they game had started and the rules had been explained, the feeling of excitement, or something that resembled it enough, building in her throat. The heart beating fast. The thin layer of sweat covering the skin due to tension.

Is it bad that I enjoy the games so much?

No.

They did this to me.

Didn't they?

She shook her head. She was the King, the King of Spades, even if nobody knew… Yet. The moment a shred of doubt was planted in her mind, she wouldn't be able to do this any longer.

And I want to keep doing this.

Don't I?

She nodded towards Aguni, who was already in the room where the Hatter would talk to the executive members of this wonderful utopia. One could argue the militant was the only person she was close to. They didn't know anything about each other, but at least Savine tolerated his presence. When they had to renew their visa, they would also typically go play games together. I am strong for a woman, but he is stronger than most men. It never hurts to keep one of those close.

She positioned herself in a corner, as she usually did, crossing her arms over her chest.

Waiting.

Observing.

The board started coming in. She had been there since nearly the beginning, her status of citizen in the Borderlands allowing her to know stuff others wouldn't. So she had arrived mere days after Takeru Danma, now better known as the Hatter, had decided to found The Beach, an oasis in the desert that was this cruel, barbaric world. A comforting place where all players could be together, play the games together and get cards together. Cards for him, of course.

What a pity he is losing his head.

His obsession with the cards was getting worse and worse every day. At the beginning, there had been only two rules: you must always be wearing a bathing suit, so that you could not hide any weapons in your clothing, and you were free to live your life as you wished. Until some players had hidden cards from him and he had chosen to install a third one.

Death to the traitors.

Takeru was convinced that once he would get one of each card, he would be able to go back to the real world. Savine had to keep a smile from forming on her lips.

Yes, Hatter, get all the cards. Do it. Then, it's my time to shine.

A wrinkle appeared between her perfectly shaven eyebrows - she put the effort to look good even in this wasteland of a place - when she saw someone she didn't recognize entering the room.

A man, at least half a head shorter than her, with dark eyes and blonde hair to his shoulders. He was wearing a bathing suit, yes, but also a white hoodie. He had his hands in his pockets and was, just like her, attentively observing everything around him. Everyone around him.

His eyes met hers. He waved in her direction, after a few seconds.

She didn't wave back.

The meeting started. Savine didn't intervene in any way. She was part of Aguni's crew, not the Hatter's. Which meant she just had to stand there, look as threatening and menacing as she possibly could and pretend to not have more than two brain cells.

'First, I'd like to introduce you to Chishiya, the new member of our board.'

So that's your name. Chishiya.

Savine didn't exactly know why, but she didn't like him. There was nothing intimidating about him, being a short and skinny-looking little thing, even if he had a pretty face, but there was something else. Something coming off him in waves. An air of superiority, something that made her skin turn cold despite the heat.

And everyone around him seemed to notice. Niragi, who was at his back, shifting uncomfortably his weight from one foot to the other. Ann, sitting in the chair beside him, putting as much distance as possible between her body and his.

You don't look like it, but you're dangerous. And, as the Hatter was saying, he had brought more cards to the Beach than anyone, ever before.

'More than you, Savine.' Takeru added, now turning to face her.

She smiled. Only with her mouth - her eyes cold like death.

'Someone had to, sooner or later.' She simply shrugged.

Chishiya looked at her again, undaunted.

She was in a vile mood.

And was still when she left the meeting, an hour later, aggressively walking towards the door, her face as soft and sweet as her eyes were hard. She wanted to leave as soon as she could, knowing that if she looked for it, she would easily find something else to make her even angrier.

That little man - Chishiya - stopped her just as she was crossing the door's frame.

What do you want, you stupid idiot?

'Can I help you?'

'I just wanted to check that it did not bother you. Not being the one who brought the most cards any longer.' He had an apologetic smile on his face.

I am the fucking King. There is nobody above me, nobody! You arrogant, self-important ass!

'Oh, no, don't worry about it. I don't really care.' She smiled as sweetly as she could.

'I think you do.' His expression had turned serious. He was still smiling, but it had changed completely, only one corner of his mouth bent upwards. There was a hint of diversion in his brown eyes, darker than hers.

'You think wrong.' Savine's tone had also change. Now it was sharp, like a knife. If you could have stabbed someone with a sentence, Chishiya would be lying on the floor on a pool of his own blood.

'We could help each other.' To what? Do you want me to get you something from the top shelf?

'I could kill you if I wanted to.'

'You have more brains than all of the other militants together. You won't.'

'Look, Chishiya…' She rolled the 's' in his name so hard, she practically hissed it. 'Just so that we don't get off with the wrong foot…'

She leaned towards him, only few centimeters separating her face from his and looked him dead in the eye.

'Leave me the fuck alone.'

And just like that, pushed him out of her way without any care, and continued walking.

What an annoying little creature.

#I am King #aib chishiya #chishiya #chishiya x oc #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya fic #chishiya aib

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All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2/?

You changed your locks twice. Bolted the windows and kissed the crisp, autumn air goodbye in favor of keeping that psychopath away from your home. And things were okay for a couple of days. Hell was still going on. Dishes were still being tossed at a wall, denting it here and there and making a mess on the ground. But you hadn’t seen Jerome at all -well, you technically had on TV and newspapers, always sporting that creepy smile of his, eyes burning through the camera.

This was, for once, the most peaceful day you’ve had. Work was okay. You didn’t see anyone getting murdered in plain sight. Money was tight, but you deserved something nice, even if it came in the form of takeout that was barely worth the price. You didn’t want to cook. Didn’t want to clean. And lounging on the couch with your feet on the coffee table, munching away your meal while watching the same ten music videos on repeat and trying to spot something new in the background was just what you needed.

It took you a couple of seconds to successfully fish the keys out of your bag, only to find out that, once you tried to place the right key in the doorknob, the little force you’d used pushed it open. That’s when you should’ve backed away and called the cops. But no, that little voice in the back of your head, the one that belonged in Arkham, dared you open it all the way.

The lights were on. The kitchen smelled like burnt oil. Your white towel looked like a sad, wet pile in front of the bathroom. And there, on the couch, you caught a glimpse of red before Jerome turned to meet you, smiling as if you’d be happy to see his damn face again. “What’s for dinner?” You gave him nothing. In fact, you ignored him as you sat the furthest away from him with a scowl as you took forkfuls of rice and shrimp, half-pretending you were watching the news he seemed so interested in and… there it was. His face plastered all over the screen, blood drenching his clothes and splattered on his face as he turned around and fired a couple of shots at whoever was chasing him. He was laughing wholeheartedly now, turning to you as if you’d suddenly find it so funny.

It wasn’t. It only made you lose your appetite. “You’re seriously not gonna give me any?” “No.” He snatched the container right from your hands, eating greedily with a smirk as you feebly glared at him.

“Mom never taught me how to cook, y’know.” He started right after taking a mouthful of rice. “She was too busy fucking guys in the other room, so I had to make-do with that I found. Mostly sandwiches. Things a kid could make without burning the house down in the process. One time, I accidentally splashed water in a pan full of oil and got the beating of my life for it. The guy she was fucking joined in too. Imagine getting punched in the face by someone wearing tighty whities.” He said that so nonchalantly, as if it was something normal. Natural, even. “Anyways,” He continued, waving a dismissing hand. “Tried to make the beef you had in the fridge. Didn’t like it. Threw it out the window -which, by the way, I had to force open because someone bolted it down. I tried the chicken, but the pan was too hot so it ended up raw in the middle. Also threw it out. Do you think alley cats can eat pepper?” “You’re kidding, right?” Jerome smiled. You scrambled off the couch, tearing open your fridge’s door only to find out the bastard was telling the truth. The beef and chicken were gone as well as half the milk jug. And, on the counter, was your cereal. A little shake was enough to tell you he’d eaten almost the whole box of it, small as it was. “I went grocery shopping yesterday.” “Not my fault.” He replied with a mouthful of food in his mouth. “Not your fault?” You hissed. “You broke into my apartment, made me lie to the cops, broke in again, and ate the food I bought for the week.” “Don’t pin the cop thing on me, doll. You could’ve said the truth.” “I’d be dead right now if I had.” “Atta girl.” Nowhere in your apartment felt safe anymore. Not the kitchen. Not the living room. Not even the fucking bathroom. All you had was your room, so you walked past Jerome and locked yourself in there, not quite bothering to do everything you’d done last time to prevent him from getting in. He’d do whatever he wanted. That was awfully clear. So what if you were crying now? Jerome Valeska, besides being a killer, was a fucking asshole with mommy issues, and that wasn’t your fucking problem. He wasn’t your problem. Except he was there, invading your personal space. Telling you his life story as if you gave a damn about what he had to say after everything he’d done to Gotham. Normal people didn’t do what he did. They were supposed to rise above it all. Become better. Stronger. Jerome simply brought his wrath down into the city and plunged it in never-ending chaos. Chaos that had now creeped into your apartment and refused to go away.

“Aww, are you crying? Do you want me to say I’m sorry?” You ignored him, angrily wiping the tears with the back of your sleeve and leaving red marks on your cheeks. You didn’t want him to apologize. You wanted him to leave you alone. “Why me?” You croaked out after a couple of seconds of silence. You heard a slight thump as he leaned against the door, taking his sweet time before answering. “Shouldn’t have left your window open if you didn’t want anyone barging in.” “An open window isn’t an invitation, Jerome. Neither is a locked door.” He hummed. “Depends on who you ask.” “Just… go away. Please.” He didn’t. He was still inside way after midnight but nothing would stop him from killing you if he truly wanted to -and, if you were being honest, you’d rather go in those blissful moments of being half-asleep where everything was still muted and blurry-, so you forced yourself to close your eyes until sleep took over you. The morning after, you found shitty handwriting on the grocery list pad stuck to the fridge. Waffles Syrup Cereal that doesn’t taste like ass Real milk That yellow shampoo you had last time You sighed.

#Gotham #Gotham TV #Jerome Valeska #Jerome #Jerome Valeska/Reader #Jerome/Reader #long post #Fanfiction #my stuff

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Robin x Fem!Reader: Crush

Robin is in love with you. You’re her best friend who is also a band nerd.

Post Season 2 & Steve knows about her crush on you

** I do not own the Stranger Things characters**

Y/N = Your Name

Y/N’s POV

My friends and I all sit at the same table for lunch every day without fail. It’s in the corner of the cafeteria and we’re away from people who judge us. Everyone in my friend group is in either band or orchestra. We’re music nerds and unashamed of it. GO MUSIC! My best friend is Robin and she is part of the reason I’m bisexual, but she doesn’t know that. Funny enough, no one knows.

Robin comes skipping in and plops down next to me. She dramatically pretends to faint on my shoulder and says “I’m tired.” I breathe in her scent and smell her shampoo mixed with her perfume. I then reply “Only happy people skip. You must be happy too” She takes her head off my shoulder and says “Who said I was happy? I mean happy is a very constricting word. What if I’m happy in the moment but not in general or what if...”

We then hear “What if I don’t care?” We look over and see Jason standing at the end of the table. WTF is he doing at our table?!?!

Robin asks “And what did you come to the nerd table for, Jason? Did you decide to join us?” Jason answers “I would never join you, ew no.” I reply “I mean technically you’re a basketball nerd.” Jason snaps his eyes to meet mine and says “Whatever... just don’t screw up our school song this week at our game and play loudly. We want the other team to regret coming to Hawkins High.” He then storms off.

Robin turns to me and says “I can’t believe you just told Jason he was a basketball nerd.” I reply “Yeah I figured that would shut him up. What is his deal telling us to play loudly? When does he care what the band does?” Robin replies “It was probably Chrissy’s doing. Ever since he started dating her, he’s paid more attention to more than just the game.” I reply “Well play louder, Robin.” She laughs and says “I won’t do what he tells me to do.” We start laughing more.

After School - Robin’s POV

I’ve been working at Family Video for 1 hour and already want to leave. Y/N is picking me up and she’s driving me home. My shift ends at 9 pm. Steve usually ends his shift with me and Keith closes by himself. I help close on weekends that I don’t have to play at a game.

Steve looks over at me and asks “What are you doing tonight?” I reply “Remember Steve, I don’t like you. I can’t go on a date.” He laughs and says “I know that. But seriously, what are you doing?” I answer “Y/N is picking me up and driving me home.” He replies “Really? Y/N is picking you up and you’re calm about it. I thought you had a crush on her and this would make you nervous.” I reply “I do have a crush on her, but what is the likelihood of her liking me back? It’s close to zero. I mean there is probably a 0.0002% chance anyone else in Hawkins is a lesbian and the chance of it being my best friend is lower. She could also be bisexual, but I don’t know. She never shares about her crushes, except for fictional ones. She’s only ever said male characters before. Plus, she brings me home almost every day.” He replies “I say go for it. What is the worst thing that could happen?” I answer “Let’s say I go for it and she rejects me. She could tell our friends and I could be out of the group. No one’s been out of the group before, but there’s a first time for everything, right? She could hate me forever and that means I lose my best friend.” He replies “Stop being so dramatic. Y/N is a kind person and I’ve only met her a few times. She might not be into you, but I don’t think she would diss you to your friends.” I reply “I don’t know. Steve, I just want her to look at me like I’m the love interest in a movie she likes. I don’t want to just be her best friend. She ... She is my world and she doesn’t even know it.” He replies “Good news, customers pulled up and you can focus on work instead.” I playfully slap him and we help the new customers.

Tick Tock Tick Tock ... Time passes ... Tick Tock Tick Tock

My mom called me and told me not to come home. I don’t even know why.

Now I have to ask Y/N if I can spend the night. She usually says yes, but what if she says no?

I sit there fidgeting with my fingers when I hear “Hey Robin, ready to go?” I look up and see Y/N smiling at me from the other side of the counter. I ask “Can I spend the night? I know it’s late notice, but my mom called and said I shouldn’t come home. I don’t know why. You can say no. Don’t feel pressured to say yes.” She asks “Can I call my mom to make sure it’s cool with her? If it was up to me, I would say yes.” If it was up to her... I could cry. She’s the best. I nod and hand her the phone.

As she’s calling her mom, Steve whispers in my ear “Go for it, Robin.” I whisper “I have to spend the night, Steve. I couldn’t escape if it went wrong.” I hear “Hey Robin, my mom is okay with you coming over. She’s making beef stroganoff and has plenty too. She also wanted me to return Back to the Future and get a new movie. My brother wants Star Wars: A New Hope.” I smile and place the phone back on the wall. I reply “Thank you for letting me spend the night and ... let me see if it’s in stock. Oh, it is. I’ll get that for you.” Y/N replies “Wow, I love the service here. A worker working after her shift ends, now that’s nice.” I laugh and I get the movie.

I check her out literally and figuratively. God, she’s so hot. Please forgive me for using your name in vain, but come on, you understand. Right? I mean she’s so beautiful and perfect.

Y/N and I get inside her car then she starts driving. We make it home and we go to her room.

Y/N throws her backpack on the ground and lays on the ground. I set mine next to hers and lay next to her.

I hear “What are you two doing?” Y/N answers “Contemplating life brother of mine.” Y/N’s brother replies “Weird... bye.”

I laugh and ask “So what about life are you contemplating?” She answers “I don’t know. Mainly how loud I will play at the game this weekend.” I laugh and reply “Anything but that, no.” She asks “Speaking of, what are you doing after the game?” I snap my face to hers and stare back. Did she ask what I was going to do after the game? If I was talking to Steve, I would joke that I don’t want to date him. But Y/N, I can’t make a joke like that. What do I say? She waves a hand over my face and asks “Earth to Robin... Earth to Robin!” I reply “Sorry. Um... could you repeat your question?” She asks “Yeah, no problem. I just asked what you were doing after the game this weekend. I wanted to get milkshakes and wanted to see if you wanted to go with me.” I swallow slowly and answer “Yes. That sounds great. Will it be like... uh a... a date?”

We hear her mom calling us down for dinner and Y/N exclaims “We’ll continue this chat later. I don’t want to be late for my mom. She’ll send my brother up and he’ll scream into my room.” I ask “Promise we can finish this conversation?” She holds out her pinky and says “I pinky promise.” We shake pinkies and head to dinner.

Dinner passes smoothly without me freaking out too much.

Y/N’s brother decides to turn on the movie, so everyone races to put on pajamas before we start watching.

When we go back out to the couch, we sit next to each other. Y/N asks “Wanna share a blanket?” I answer “Yeah sure.” Y/N pulls the blanket over our legs as the movie starts.

My mind is half on the movie and half on Y/N. First, she lets me stay at her place whenever I need to. Second, she asks to get milkshakes with her after the game and doesn’t answer if it’s a date. Third, we’re sharing a blanket. And on that note, her leg occasionally brushes mine. My mind is freaking out. I can barely handle this. Are we going on a date or not? I just ... I am freaking out.

I feel Y/N lean over to me and she asks “Luke or Leia?” I answer “As in dating or like as a friend or like who I would want to be on my team if there was a rebellion against the Empire?” She answers “All three I guess.” I answer “So if there was a rebellion, I would pick Luke. He can fly and he’s a Jedi. For a friend, I would pick Luke as well. Everyone likes him and he’s still a nerd about droids. And finally as a date, Leia. Who would you pick for all of those situations?” She answers “If there was a rebellion, I would pick Luke as well because he seems best for a battle. For a friend, I would pick Luke because he’s kind. And as a date, it would depend. I would have to get to know them both and see who I’m attracted to more.” She then turns back to the movie leaving me to wonder if she likes both girls and guys. Did she just admit it without admitting it? Great, another thing for my brain to focus on until the movie is over.

The movie finishes and we head back to Y/N’s room. Y/N goes to shower and I shower after her.

After the shower, she’s in her bed reading and I slide in next to her.

I ask “So can we talk?” Y/N answers “Of course. About what we were talking about earlier, right?” I answer “Yes. I just... I am freaking out. Y/N, I have something to tell you and you have to promise that you won’t tell anyone without my consent.” She nods and says “Ok I promise.” I exclaim “I’ve known since I was very young that I liked girls more than boys. When I was in middle school, I realized I am lesbian. I’ve only told my parents and Steve.” She replies “Thank you for sharing that with me, Robin. I trust you and will keep your secret.” I reply “Thank you Y/N.” She says “Since we’re both being trusting and stuff, I’m bisexual. I’ve never told anyone about it before. You’re the first person I am telling.” I ask “So what was the Luke and Leia question really about?” She answers “I wanted to know if it was going to be a date or not. Your answer made me realize that if you’re open to it, we could go on a date.” OMG OMG OMG OMG I reply “I would like to go on a date with you, yes. I may or may not have a crush on you.” She asks “For how long?” I answer “You were my gay awakening. It was our friend’s birthday party when we were 13 and you made me a friendship bracelet. I still wear it every day.” She laughs and says “Stop, you’re lying.” I show her my wrist and she holds it delicately. She exclaims “Wow, I’ve like liked you for 1 year.” I reply “There is no way.” She replies “Yes way! I have!” I laugh. This is insane.

I flop onto the bed and say “This is literally insane. I cannot believe you like me and I like you and we’re going on a date.” Y/N wraps her arms around me and says “You better believe it, Robin.” I kiss her on the forehead and she asks “Do you ... do you wanna kiss?” I answer “I give my consent to kiss me.” She smiles and leans in. I lean in all the way and we kiss.

This is definitely the best day of my life so far.

Thanks for reading!!!!!!! ILY!!!!!

Should I write more Robin fics? Any prompt ideas?

#robin #stranger things imagines #stranger things robin #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #stranger things series

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