#and people got so mad when they changed it so comments were placed in order one on top of the other

[trivialbob]

Yesterday Sheila and I rode bikes on an 18-mile loop we like through Minneapolis. It took us three hours.

Two miles im my front tire popped. I have no idea what I ran over, but the tire was flat before I came to a stop.

Luckily I had tools, a pump, and a spare tube. It's been a while since I changed a tube. This time I accomplished the task in under five minutes, barely getting my hands dirty.

With that taken care of we re-started the ride. The Minneapolis Greenway is in better shape that previous years. The path has been repaved and re-striped. No tents were set up along the way.

When we got off the Greenway we went to one of my favorite local bike shops, Hub Bike Coop. Sheila pet the dog that was in there; I looked at bikes and bought two new tubes for spares (one for each of our bikes).

Years ago I put a Hub Bike Coop sticker on my old Corolla. Matt ended up with that car. The Hub sticker and another for the University of Wisconsin remained on the car while Matt lived in New York, Connecticut, and New Hampshire. It's a Corolla, so despite being nearly two decades years old I like to think that little blue car with my two stickers is still banging around somewhere on the east coast.

From the bike shop we pedaled south to Venn Brewing. An Australian Shepherd and three other dogs were inside. Sheila pet all of them. For her drink she ordered a Fruited Plains: Grapefruite Wheat. After taking a sip of it, I ordered the same thing. Wow, what an excellent beer on a warm day while biking.

Then we headed south and east to Lake Nokomis. There's a concession stand there where we've ordered beer before. Yesterday we saw a sign posted by the counter stating no beer and wine sales.

The place had been serving alcohol illegally for 12 years. Someone finally noticed that there isn't sufficient "covered seating" to allow beer and wine sales. Good thing after a dozen years of alcoholic chaos someone put an end to that madness and pulled the liquor license.

Still thirsty, we headed west along Minnehaha Parkway to Chicago Ave. Then it was just two blocks north to the Town Hall Tap. Sheila had a blood orange lager while I went with the Masala Mama IPA.

We sat at a table on the front sidewalk and split an appetizer. People watching was decent. Sheila, however, thought it was "people talking." She had nice comments for everyone who walked by.

"Oh I like that dress you're wearing." The woman in it was flattered and chatted with Sheila briefly.

"That's a cool tattoo." That woman also stopped to talk with Sheila, explaining how there was still a lot of coloring to be added to it and what it was going to look like. The tattoo parlor two storefronts away.

"Those are nice sandals. Are the straps a light auburn brown, or is that a darker eggshell (free range, not grocery store egg)?"

Now do you understand why it took us three hours to complete the loop?

Next door to Town Hall Tap is a theater. An old movie projector sits in front of the building. A theater employee told me it had been in use there from about 1945 to 1965.

Next to the theater is the Creekside Supper Club. As Sheila talked to everyone walking down Chicago Avenue, I went over to check the supper club's menu. Next time we are in that neighborhood I want to eat there. Maybe I can also find out how that woman's tattoo coloring is coming along.

Finally we paid our tab. Sheila said goodbye to all her new friends and acquaintances. Then we rode more of Minnehaha Parkway over to Lake Harriet where the car was parked. We thought about getting a beer at the Lake Harriet concession stand (which apparently does have sufficient covered seating). But after seeing all the bike shop and brewery dogs, we wanted to get home to our dogs.

At home we swapped two bikes for three Aussies and went to our local brewery. Sheila went to get us a beer. Oliver, Sulley, and Ella would not stop staring in the direction she went. Sheila always comes back, but they don't trust me on that.

The food truck on site served pizza. We didn't want any. The dogs had other ideas.

#grapefruit wheat #excellent day of biking and beer drinking

[the-knightmare]

For that "DVD Commentary" ask, I think I've mentioned before how much I enjoy "A Call to Ears"- it is one of my favorite Roudise fics! I would love to hear any comments you have on the below passage (or any other parts of it!):

As they approached Rudy’s place, they were completely soaked. Louise locked herself in the bathroom with a towel and change of clothes courtesy of Rudy, while her clothes were placed in the dryer. Her trademark ears were brought by Rudy into his room, where he promised a portable heater in his closet would dry them quickly without damage. She tugged on a blue shirt and rocket ship pyjama pants, trying not to blush at the scent of Rudy’s detergent. Her heart began to thud with how soft the shirt felt, and for a quiet moment Louise wondered if this was how all those girls felt when they wore their boyfriend’s sweaters.

“It’s nothing, just wearing borrowed clothes, nothing weird,” Louise muttered into the mirror, watching her face flush even more as her heart thudded, “get a grip.”

The slap was gentle, more like she had tapped her cheek than anything, but it was enough for Louise to come back to her senses. She waited a moment longer as her face returned to its normal colour, then exited the bathroom. Padding down the hall to Rudy’s room, Louise pushed the door open with only a brief warning for her presence.

“Hey, Rudy, I hope you’re decent cause-”

The rest of her sentence died in her throat at the sight of Rudy wearing her pink bunny ears. Rudy’s face turned bright red as he began to stammer out an apology and offered to let her slap him if she wanted. Louise was frozen for a moment, waiting for the rage to erupt at someone else wearing her ears. Instead, a laugh bubbled up without warning, and soon Louise was bent double with tears pouring out of her eyes as Rudy continued to apologize and comment on how mad she must be to laugh this wildly.

“Louise, I was just curious and-” a wheeze rasped in Rudy’s lungs that was followed with a cough, “and-”

“And you’re going to take a puff of your inhaler before you pass out on me,” Louise said firmly, laughter replaced with concern, “did you even take it when we got here?”

“No,” Rudy gasped, “didn’t think I needed it then.”

“Well clearly that was wrong,” Louise rifled through Rudy’s bag he’d thrown on the bed earlier, shoving the inhaler in his face, “I’m going to have to look after you forever, aren’t I?”

Her words hung between them as Rudy took a few puffs of his inhaler, looking unconcerned at her words. Louise felt awkward in a way she only felt after hitting puberty, and silently cursed herself for giving in to the very thing she had sworn would never affect her. Louise especially cursed herself for feeling that way about her best friend of all people.

“I suppose so.”

Alright, lets have some late commentary.

I originally wrote that for last year's flufftober prompt sharing clothes. Thinking about the different ships I write for, I settled on Louise and Rudy just for the opportunity to have Rudy try on Louise's bunny ears.

But how would that happen? Even though I imagine Louise softening around the edges as she gets older, I still can't see her just letting anyone wear the ears. So, I had them get caught in the rain on the way to Rudy's house in order to have a need for Louise to be separated from her hat.

Louise's moment in the bathroom was some of that softening. It's partially a callback to her crisis over Boo Boo, while having a crisis over liking her best friend.

Having her catch Rudy in the act, only to not have the righteous fury she previously leveled at Logan for doing a similar thing, was always part of the plan. I really liked the idea of Louise expecting to feel a certain way, only to be met with laughter. Especially as Rudy panics, since he had thought he'd be able to get away with it.

Which leads to the meat of what I really like about the pre-relationship Roudise dynamic: Louise fighting her feelings and Rudy quietly accepting his.

I wanted the exchange where Rudy agrees to having Louise look after him forever to be this quiet moment where he acknowledges the feelings between them without pressure. Afterwards, an almost return to status quo between them, with Louise a little closer to figuring out her feelings and not hating it. (And with Rudy's shirt as her new favourite thing to sleep in, as I like to believe that he never asks for it back.)

Honestly, something I love about these two are the years of friendship and familiarity they have. Each is comfortable around the other, which is perfect to just jump in and explore how it can change and stay the same. It's something I try to do each time I write for them, and keeps coming back.

#ask #bobs burgers #roudise #hopefully that covers everything

[rogueonestan]

old wounds

pairing: marc spector x avatar!reader

word count: 5.4k

summary:   after a meeting with the ennead goes awry, marc asks you for help, in which old memories resurface. 

a/n: i’ve been working on this for the past two weeks (after receiving a request) and i have already began writing a part ii to this since this part is already long, so lmk if you want to be tagged in it!

main masterlist | ao3

“Long time, no see, huh?” A voice from behind you echoes in the interior of the room. 

Turning around, you respond to the all-too-familiar voice. “What the hell are you doing here?” You spat at the one man you thought you would never see again, much less in the place that’s one of the most sacred places for the gods- the Great Pyramid of Giza.

“Still mad about that?”

“You left me, Marc! One day, you said you were going to help, then the next, you’re gone.”

“I can explain-“

“What is it that you want?”

“I need your help; you’re the only person who can.”

“Why? Because we serve two gods that loved each other thousands of years ago?”

“Because you’re the only person I trust.” Marc tells you.

His words take you by surprise. Marc isn’t the type to speak how he feels, in fact, it’s something he struggles with- it’s one of the main reasons why the two of you drifted apart months ago. Even on several occasions you tried getting him to open up, you failed every time. It was on a rare occasion that you were successful, but even then, what Marc told you was extremely limited.

The most you were able to get him to confess to you was the day you saw each other last. That day from four months ago hasn’t left your mind since he walked out of your life. That was the day he told you the one thing that changed your life forever- being the next Avatar to the goddess, Ma’at, the goddess of truth, justice, and order. That day changed everything for you- your relationship with Marc and what your future would look like.

“You know, Ma’at warned me against this.” You comment. “She told me that you would try to get me involved in whatever you and Khonshu got yourselves involved in.”

“It’s a matter of life and death.” He tells you.

“Isn’t it always with you?”

“Look, can you put your anger to the side for a moment and just listen to what I have to say?”

“The last time we saw each other last, you said you were going to help me, then you left.”

“Because I didn’t have a-“

“Four months.”

“I understand you’re still pissed at me.”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

He nods as he glances down at the floor. “I did what I thought was best for you.” He nearly mumbles under his breath, his hands now on his hips.

“For me or for you?” You ask.

The sound of nearby chatter coming from the interior of the pyramid halts your conversation. The people now entering seem to glance where you and Marc are standing, but then continue with their own conversations.

“Can we not do this now?”

“Would another month suffice?”

“I’ve heard what you’ve done for others.” He begins. “Helping them when no one else could.”

“That was just Ma’at.” You insist.

“That was you. You helped that family in Lyon when it jeopardized your mission. You help others.”

“Wait, how do you know about that?”

“You didn’t have to but you did.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I need someone who understands the importance of this.” “That still doesn’t expla-“

You put the safety of others before your own. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always done that, and that’s why I need your help.”

Glancing behind you, you see that nearly everyone needed for the meeting is here. Your head motions towards the crowd, silently telling Marc to follow you. The two of you slowly begin making your way towards the front of the room.

“There’s something I should warn you about before all of this begins.”

“What?” He nervously asks you.

“You’ll have a weird feeling flowing through your body, but you’ll get used to it. It’s better to go along with it than fight it. Trust me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see. Good luck.” You flash him a quick smile before joining the others, but not before you give his hand a squeeze, a nod to something the two of you would do almost on a daily basis. It was your way of comforting the other when words wouldn’t suffice.

“Let us begin.” The booming voice of one of the Avatar shushes everyone immediately. Everyone’s eyes are on Marc as he is now the center of attention. 

The hand you grabbed just moments ago now balled up at his side. “State your case.”

The day that changed everything for you started like no other.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened that morning- you woke up, got dressed, brushed your teeth, going about your Saturday morning how you usually would. You even made it a productive morning by doing the chores you’ve been putting off for a while now. You even decided to go out and go grocery shopping so that you can relax the following day.

It doesn’t seem that exciting. It’s a menial task that you do every week, but you’ve always found it relaxing. It lets you distract yourself for an hour or so. You don’t know what it is exactly that puts your mind at ease. The drive, the mindless strolling from aisle to aisle, simply putting them away after a long day. Everything about it always puts you at ease.

Just like now. You’ve had a hell of a week at work and distracting yourself with some chores on your day off is just what you need right now. Setting down the paper bags in your hands on the kitchen counter, taking one item out at a time, placing them onto the counter, organizing them- one step at a time. Performing one task after another, step after step, helps keep the stress in your life from overwhelming you. It allows time to pass by.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

The loud knocks coming from the door seem as if it’s booming- the soft noises from putting your groceries away are drowned out by the loud knocks.

When you slowly open your apartment door, the person on the other side surprises you. A huge smile immediately plastered on your face.

The person on the side has a completely different demeanor than you. When you saw who was at your door, relief filled your body (along with pure happiness) while the person on the other side was nervous, unsure of what to say to you when you first greet him, unlike what he’s usually like when he’s around you.

“What are you doing here, Marc?”

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“Of course.” With the door left wide open, you let your boyfriend enter the place he’s been to on so many occasions. The door shuts quietly before you continue the task you were doing before you were interrupted. “What’s up?” I was beginning to worry when I didn’t hear from you for a few days.”

“Sorry about that. That’s actually why I came- there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me.”

“We need to talk.” He says suddenly in a serious tone, catching you off guard.

“Are you breaking up with me?” You jokingly ask, trying to break the serious tension in the air.

“What? No- there’s something I need to tell you, I just hope you won’t be mad at me.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be alright.” You reassure him with a soft smile on your face.

Oh, stars, how he’ll miss that lovely smile of yours.

And the way your eyes seem to brighten up at the littlest of things.

How attentive you’ve always been with him, how patient you have been with him when he’s been so hesitant to open up to you, how you made yourself vulnerable on so many occasions when he wasn’t able to do the same thing. The way that almost everything about you seems to be gentle- your hands always seem to have such a soft touch to them that it seems to be like the touch of an angel, or your gaze always seems too gentle whenever you look at him (even when he feels like he doesn’t deserve such a kindness), your soft words telling him words of sympathy when he needs it the most.

Everything about you is warm- your voice, your eyes, everything.

He doesn’t deserve even a quarter of the kindness you have shown him during these past few months.

The thing he has to tell you won’t be easy to say. He’s been delaying it for so long, much longer than he’s ever anticipated. He never imagined he would have to say these words to you. He doesn’t want you out of his life, no, it’s far from that. He hopes once he tells you this, you will still be a part of his life.

He never wants to live a life without you in it.

But with what he has to tell you, that may be something he has to live with- a life without you in it.

If that were to ever happen, there would be so much he would miss. Your smile, your laugh that seems to lighten up any room you’re in, the kind words you tell him when he does something wrong, the sound of your hoarse voice in the morning after spending the previous night together.

With the way he’s currently glancing at you as you complete the simplest of tasks, he doesn’t want to forget a single thing about this moment. He’s afraid that if he does, then he won’t be able to experience anything like this ever again. He’s gotten so used to these kinds of moments with you that he’s forgotten what it’s like to not have you in his life.

He’s forgotten what it’s like to be alone, to not have someone at home waiting patiently for him when they haven’t heard from him for nearly a week.

He doesn’t deserve someone with half the patience you have shown him.

He doesn’t want this to be the last time the two of you stand in the same room together, but with what he has to tell you, that’s something he may have to accept.

“What?” You ask as a chuckle leaves your lips when you notice he hasn’t said anything, only glancing at you for what seems like an hour. “What’s the matter?” The next words that come out of his mouth seem unreal, like all of this is part of some crazy dream that you can’t seem to wake up from.

“A what?” You ask him.

“An Avatar.” He tells you again, explaining how Avatars are the essential pieces to performing tasks for the gods. He says it with such conviction that it scares you, almost like he’s been practicing this in his head over and over again for who knows how long.

How long has he known?

The more he explains it, the more your blood boils.

How could he keep something as important as this from you? If this is something nearly as important as he’s making it out to be, then he should have told you as soon as he found out, not when it became convenient for him.

You can barely stand to be in the same room as him.

“Get out.” You tell him.

“You want me to leave?”

“Yes.”

“No, not until you hear what I have to say.”

“I think I’ve heard enough.”

“Would you stop being stubborn for one moment and listen to me?”

You shut your mouth as he continues. He tells you about the duties these so-called ‘Avatars’ have to deal with on a daily basis. He explains it with such ease that it seems normal, not that any of this is. Nothing about this is normal. Serving some ancient deity because they decided you are worthy of serving them is something that you read from books, maybe even from tales from ancient mythology, not something you hear from your boyfriend on a Saturday morning in the twenty-first century.

This can’t be real. You tell yourself.

You’ve had your fair share of crazy stuff, but none of that can top the words that keep falling from your boyfriend’s mouth. With each passing moment, you become more and more convinced that none of this is real, all of this has been some kind of dream you’ve made up after a long day at work.

Pinching yourself doesn’t work.

No matter what you do, you can’t seem to wake yourself up from this ridiculous fantasy.

“I know this is a lot to take in, so take your time.” Marc tells you, breaking the minutes of silence that fell between the two of you.

“Okay.”

Silence falls in the air once again. Everything about the atmosphere is so much different than how things usually are between the two of you. There’s a stiffness to the air. This isn’t the first time things have gotten rough between the two, no, that’s happened on so many different occasions that you kinda expect it at one point- never knowing if the afternoon you spend together will end with the two of you ending the night together or your night ending with a screaming match. The arguments in the past always come up due to lack of communication, not over something as big as this. In the past, you’ve always said whatever came to your mind- except this time. This time, no words come to mind. If you were to say anything at all, it probably would be something you would regret, so you keep your mouth shut.

“Could you say something?” Marc asks you.

“What would you like me to say?”

“Anything.”

“How long have you known?”

“What?”

You reiterate. “How long have you been keeping this a secret from me?”

“Does it matter?”

“‘Does it matter?’ Yeah, I’m thinking it does.”

“For a few months.” He says as he looks down at his feet.

“So, the entire time we’ve been together?”

“No-“

“So, being with me was some kind of a mission for you?”

“That’s not what it was.”

“Then, what? Because that’s the only explanation I can think of.”

“I didn’t know about it when we first met, it was- is real to me, that was never a lie.”

“What changed then?”

“Khonshu told me to keep an eye on you.”

“When?”

“About a month after we met.”

“Okay.” A deep breath leaves your lips. “So, why tell me now?”

“I needed you to know.”

“You’ve said that but why tonight? Why tell me tonight?”

“I couldn’t lie to you anymore.”

“Lying to me months beforehand was fine then?”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I didn’t want to keep this from you, but I had no other choice.”

“Because of Khonshu?”

“Yes.” You let out a scoff. “I know how that sounds.”

“Don’t think you do. I’m supposed to believe the reason you’ve been so distant lately is that you’re helping some god with things he needs to be done?”

“I know it sounds crazy.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” You mumble under your breath.

“But you have to believe me, I would never lie to you.”

“You lied to me about this for months.” You point out.

“Because I had no other choice.”

“Something must have happened if you’re telling me all of this now.” You come to the realization.

Rather than answering you right away, his gaze goes from looking at you to looking over your shoulder, as if someone else has gained his attention. Even the lights in your apartment begin to flicker momentarily. You glance over your shoulder to see what he’s looking at but find nothing, just the groceries you neglected to put away.

“I need your help, but I can’t tell you why- you just need to trust me.”

“Why do you need my help?”

“You’re the only one I can trust this with.”

“Okay…”

“I know this is asking a lot, but I can’t tell anybody else about this.”

“Why not ask one of the other Avatars, or whatever they’re called, with this? There’s gotta be someone better than-“

“But they’re not you.” He emphasizes. “I know I can trust you and make the right decision.”

“What is it you need help with?”

“It’s going to sound crazy-“

“Crazier than the both of us serving ancient gods?”

“I think you may be in danger.”

“From what?”

The next set of words that come out of your partner’s mouth knocks you off of your feet, not at all what you were expecting. The main reason why he has been so secretive lately, more than usual, is because he thinks you may have unintentionally gained the attention of a very dangerous man. He doesn’t know why or even what the man wants from you, but the one thing Marc knows for sure is that the man has been following your every move. The said man in question doesn’t appear to be that dangerous on the outside, no- on the outside, he has a very slim figure and wears the same red clothing and leather loafers every day, all the while using the same cane to get from place-to-place.

The man didn’t pose that much of a threat at first. The only reason why Marc even noticed him in the first place was because of the god that echoes in his mind. The voice told Marc to keep an eye on the man. Ever since it was pointed out to him, Marc noticed the man, or the bodyguards surrounding the man, seem to be following your every move. They did so in such a discreet way that it’s scary. It’s scary not knowing they’ve been doing this- the only reason Marc knew about this was because of Khonshu. The scariest part was knowing that he wasn’t giving you the proper protection you needed.

He needed to make sure you were safe.

“Is that why you’ve been gone for the past week?”

“Yes.” Marc answers. “I followed him back to a village in the middle of nowhere, but I couldn’t find anything.”

“If he’s been after me, then why haven’t I heard about him before?”

“Because I’ve been making sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”

“I couldn’t get you involved.”

“So, you kept me on a tight leash so that you can keep an eye on me instead?”

“That’s not why.” He tells you. “I did it to protect you. I had to make sure you were safe.”

“How thoughtful. Remind me to thank you the next time you lie to me.” You say with sarcasm dripping in your voice.

“You can be so impossible at times.”

Rather than spitting out more words of venom, your eyes shut close out of pure frustration, another sigh leaving your lips in the process. Everything from the past hour runs through your mind- the nasty words exchanged between you and Marc, the real reason he’s been so distant lately (not because he suddenly lost interest in you or found someone better, but he was protecting you in the best way he can), the idea of serving some ancient god for who knows what reason, and lastly, the chilling realization that a group of strange men has been following you without you knowing.

You’ve often prided yourself on being able to protect yourself against any danger- living alone in the city can be quite scary, but it’s downright frightening knowing that someone has been watching you from afar for some unknown reason.

“Just tell me how I can make things right.” Marc’s words sound as if they’re miles away. The only way he was able to catch your attention again was by the repetition of your name. “How can I fix this?” He asks you a second time, this time sounding more clearly than the first time.

“I don’t know, Marc. This is all new to me and I don’t know what to do.” You admit.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

“Why?” When he tilts his head at you, you rephrase your question. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“It was scary for me too when it first happened to me.”

“And how did it happen for you?”

The story of how he eventually became a servant to Khonshu is so much different than how it may happen for you- he was left for dead in the Egyptian desert, and the only reason he’s standing before you today is because the god he serves saved his life, and Marc repays that debt by doing things that haunt him at night. There are things he has to do from time to time, but he still does it to protect those he cares for, most notably- you.

“If Khonshu saved your life, then why am I chosen? What makes me so special?”

“I don’t know- all I know is that I’m supposed to protect you. That’s all Khonshu ever told me.”

You try to think of something, anything at all, to say but nothing comes up. All of this seems crazy, like some sort of fever dream- one that you’ll wake up from at any moment and then you’ll wake up in your lover’s arms, and the two of you will joke how insane all of this sounds, but this isn’t a dream. This is reality.

Your feet feel as if they suddenly are no longer in control. If you hadn’t been nearly a few inches away from the kitchen counter, you would have completely collapsed to the ground. It felt almost like someone, something, intentionally trying to throw you off of your feet, but luckily that didn’t happen.

“Sit down. I’ll get you a glass of water.” Marc offers.

You don’t hesitate to take him up on his offer. The couch isn’t even that far away from where you’re currently standing, but it takes nearly all your energy to slowly migrate towards the area.

Almost as soon as you plop down on the couch, Marc joins by your side, who now has a glass of water to aid with your sudden dizziness.

Everything about this moment almost seems normal, like the two of you didn’t just have the most insane conversation only minutes ago. Sitting down in silence with a partner is a perfectly normal thing to do, in fact, it’s the kind of moments you look forward to with Marc after a long day, but this time is different. It’s always been different with Marc.

You should’ve known things would be anything but normal with Marc, that should have been clear by how the two of you met.

“Better?” The man sitting next to you asks.

“A bit, yeah.” You admit after nearly inhaling the liquid. “I think I need some rest.” You admit.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll let you be.” Marc offers.

“No, no. Stay, please. I don’t want to be alone.”

A soft ‘okay’ leaves his lips.

Then there’s silence. No words need to be exchanged between the two of you. The presence of the man you’ve grown to care for months now helps. The familiar feeling of his arm rubbing against yours helps with the thousands of thoughts running through your mind. It’s the only comfort you have been able to find all night long.

The feeling of his skin on yours has always had that effect on you, even when your hands shook for the first time when you met. Even when things seem to be crazy and out of control, his coarse skin rubbing against yours has always been able to calm you down and right now is no exception.

It’s the one thing you need at this very moment.

His arm wraps itself around your figure, gently tugging you towards him to the point where there’s no space in between you. His warm breath tickles your neck but you don’t say a word about it, too afraid that if you do, then you’ll wake up from this tender moment, and then none of it will be real.

Tender moments like these with Marc are rare, usually accompanied after spending the night together in bed. Moments like these always seem unreal, like the only way it can be real is if it’s a part of your imagination.

When things seem to be overwhelming, when the world around you seems to be crumbling down, you know you can count on the man next to you to be there for you.

“It’ll be okay.” He gently reassures you.

“You didn’t have to stay, you know.”

“I told you I would help you through this.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You admit, the words coming out no louder than a whisper.

“That’s okay. Whatever happens, happens. I’ll be there for you.” His voice doesn’t dare come louder than a hushed whisper.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

With his hand interlocked with yours, your head now on his shoulder, you know that nothing in the entire world could take away the bond the two of you have formed over the past few months- it seemed like the world could throw almost anything at you, and you knew everything would be okay because you had Marc by your side.

“Everything will be okay.” Are the last words you hear before drifting off.

“Well, that could have gotten better.” You admit to Marc once you join his side once again once the meeting with the Ennead didn’t go as planned.

“You weren’t very much help.” Marc points out.

“This wasn’t the place. It wouldn’t help anybody if Ma’at or I got on the wrong side of things.”

Silence falls between the two of you.

Meetings with the Ennead always went like this. It’s not often they occur. After being an Avatar for a handful of months now, you’ve only been to a meeting or two with them, but they always went like the one you just had. A problem will arise that requires the attention from the gods. None of the meetings you have attended ever included a trial, this would be a first, but the meetings with the Ennead in the past have been as successful as this one. The gods usually don’t want to get involved with the human world. In fact, they try to get involved as least as possible.

That’s the thing that aggravated you the most about these damn meetings. They’re just talk. None of the other gods, or Avatars, ever want to take any action that’ll help others. You’ve always been quite vocal about this on several occasions, and that’s where you differ from the others- you have always been willing to help others no matter the cost. The gods, on the other hand, aren’t willing to take that risk. They’ve always insisted the risk would be too great if they were to reveal themselves to the human world.

Maybe that’s the influence from the goddess you have been serving for several months now. You don’t just serve the goddess of truth and justice and not want to help others. Maybe that’s why she wanted you to be her voice in the world- to help others when they need it the most. You still don’t know why you were chosen in the first place, you’ve tried several times to figure it out to no avail.

There’s been several times when you have done things to help others when you shouldn’t have. At the moment, you thought it was the right thing to do, but once the fight was over, you realized how wrong you were- at least, in the eyes of the Ennead. They always insist to act without leaving any sort of trace, and that’s not exactly your specialty. You always have a way to leave a trace on others, good or bad. Maybe that’s your way of serving truth and justice to others, to make sure the good guys are protected and the bad get what they deserve.

Every time you bring a little too much attention to others when acting in Ma’at’s name, you always end up getting in some kind of trouble with one of more members of the Ennead. You always seem to get on their bad side somehow. 

They always tell you risking the exposure of them is what got the other gods banished, including Khonshu. There’s only six of them left at this point, and if you keep this up, the Ennead will drop to five- that’s what they told you when you saw them a month ago when you did something so ridiculous (in their eyes). They warned you if you did something like that ever again, or if you got involved in something that risks their exposure to the world. So, you kept your mouth shut, out of fear that if you spoke up again, then Ma’at would be banished just like her lover had many years ago, the same god that Marc serves.

You’ve heard bits and pieces of their history together, but never anything extensive. All you know is the person you serve nearly got banished the same day her lover did, so you kept your mouth shut at the meeting.

“So, what are you going to do now?” You ask Marc.

“I don’t know- this was a last resort, but Harrow has to be stopped somehow.”

“What about Senfu’s sarcophagus?”

“Who?”

“Senfu- it’s the only way I know how you can beat this Harrow guy to Ammit’s tomb, if he hasn’t already.”

“Where is this sarcophagus?”

“I have no idea, but I can ask around and try to get some idea where it is.”

“You would do that?”

“Yeah.” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I may regret it, but I will. He has to be stopped one way or another.”

‘Do not help him. If you do, then we’re risking the wrath of the other gods. You will not get involved.’ The all too familiar voice from the past few months echoes inside your head, a voice only you can hear.

“Yes, I will.”

You will not. If you do, they will banish you and me.

You just shake your head. “Let them be angry. I don’t care.”

Why help someone who abandoned you the first chance he got? Ma’at asks you, referring to the man standing in front of you.

“If I don’t, then countless lives will be lost.”

Almost like a switch, the conversation happening inside your head takes a turn. ‘I’ve taught you well.’

A smile appears on your face hearing this. Seeing eye-to-eye with who you serve is a rolling dice whenever you act on impulse, you never know how she’ll react. She may be proud or pissed at your actions, you just never know. But this isn’t something you can just ignore. Not when lives are at stake, not when Marc asked you personally.

When you look at the said man in front of you, you’re prepared to throw an apology at the apology you just had with the air (at least, from his point of view), but from the look on his face, he understands. He knows all too well. So, you let it slide without saying a word about it.

“Look, I want to help you, I really do, but if I risk angering the other gods-“

“You’re going to step aside and do nothing when you’re the hand of truth and justice?”

“You know I want to help, but I-

“You can but you just don’t want to.” He quips.

“If I do, I risk angering the other gods, and if I anger them enough, Ma’at will suffer the same fate as Khonshu. If that happens, then we won’t be able to stop Harrow. We’re going to need more than just our combined powers.”

“‘We?’”

“But we have to be smart about this, the gods, they- they’re already pissed at me.”

“What did you do?”

“I risked the exposure of them when I was in Lyon. They told me if I did something like that again, they would cast me out, eventually stripping Ma’at of her power. They would banish her just like they did to Khonshu thousands of years ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head at him. “Don’t be. It was my fault.” You insist. Memories from that day flash through your mind. No- there’s no time for that. 

Later.

“So, where do we start?”

#hello ive been working on this for like 2 weeks now and im happy i finally finished it #i had a hard time trying to write angst but i did my best lol #i also am already working on a part ii (thanks to a request i got) so im excited to work on that lol #lmk your thoughts #my writing #moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #marc spector #marc spector imagine #marc spector fic #marc spector fanfic #marvel imagine #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader

[the-missann]

Here's the second book's self-made cover!

The Crimson Soul is the start of the group discovering more of the world around them. Finding out things they otherwise would have to de research on.

The exploration in this book is specifically about one rift they encounter after scouring their town for any anomalies.

Here's an excerpt:

As the world around her changed into the Rift world, Cassie found herself still innocently interested in the entire place. In her mind this place looked-

“Like it was raining blood for days!" Her eyes went everywhere they could. "This is the kind of stuff you see in horror films or those dystopias!” She said to no one.

Cassie looked at her phone seeing that only two minutes had passed. She sighed and tried to occupy herself for the remainder of the time. As she was going to, she felt a slight vibration. “Hmm?”

The vibration turned into full on shaking and when she looked up, her eyes were covered by a shadow. She held her hand above her eyes in order to see better and there she saw the figure of a giant staring down at her.

“Well, don’t you look mad?”

This large being made no effort to respond to her comment. As it towered over her, Cassie remained looking up at it.

“Creature. What brings you here? Are you the one who has been here before?”

Cassie nodded. “I’m here for a little… I don't know what it's called." Cassie paused for a while and thought about the right word.

The beast spoke at that time. “So that means you’re the one who came and kept my people from killing that human?”

Cassie didn't speak for a bit and the beast began to get impatient.

“Damn, I can't think of the word, but yeah I did do that." She looked up. “With that commanding tone you have, my guess is you’re Sarkon… right?” Cassie assumed.

“Sekon, you insolent creature!” Cassie smiled a bit. “With your insolence, do you believe you’re going to get out of here alive now?”

“Not really… well, at least I know you think you’re going to kill me, but hear me out.”

“Why should I? What’s stopping me from just crushing you into our fertile crust?”

“Because you’re looking for challengers, right?”

Sekon paused, but eventually spoke. “…that’s correct.”

“Then I’ll fight you!”

“Willingly? You aren’t looking for some kind of bargain to hold over my head?”

“Of course not, I’m honorable.”

Sekon laughed at her. “Besides me taking a liking to your blunt nature. I am bored and am in need of some entertainment.”

“I’m sure you are, but do we have a deal?”

“Yes, we do.”

“Okay, but hopefully you actually wait for a fair fight 'cause right now I’m a bit distracted. It won’t be much fun to crush me if I’m not going all out.”

“You are correct. Whatever it is you’re doing should be finished before tomorrow. You have my word that I won’t attack you before then.”

Cassie pursed her lips. “I know I probably shouldn’t trust you, but eh, whatever. I’ll be back here tomorrow and I’ll even have someone else who might be interested in fighting you as well!” Cassie's voice was chipper as she spoke.

Sekon chuckled. “Use whatever you need. I know you will not beat me.” Cassie smiled up at him "But do understand what you are losing when I win."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, not sure what that is, but I’ll be thinking about it I guess.” Cassie was about to go past him, when she realized. “Oh, you mean my life!” Sekon seemed at a loss for words. “Yeah, for sure, I’m worried about my life and losing it or whatever.”

Sekon watched her for a bit, as Cassie seemed to be mumbling to herself as she walked off. Sekon watched her for a while longer as she carried on. He couldn’t help the amused feeling he got from her…

Cassie groaned to herself as she walked the streets. “Why the hell am I so stupid? How’d I not know he was talking about ending my life?” She sighed and tried to move on...

Fun Fact: this whole book takes place in this dimension and I liked making Sekon a lot because of the relationship he has with Cassie. Also, Cassie says his name wrong because of two reasons. 1. because she thinks his name should have been Sarkon, and 2. because I kept forgetting which name I actually picked, so instead of taking it out, I simply added it in the story!

#creative writing #writing #writing community #writing side of tumblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writeblur #original characters #fiction #novel writing #fantasy novel #novel #author #fantasy writer #fantasy #modern fantasy #urban fantasy #sci fi fantasy #sci fi and fantasy #book series #novelists #comedy #parody #dark comedy #A4 #A Fourth Dimension Reality

[arabian-bloodstream]

I expected more cute scenes but I’m happy for what we got. I’m just more sad on how this episode was probably the only time we’ll see them happy. :’( I find it interesting how some book readers are mad thinking the show is making Rhaenrya sympathetic. I saw some comments saying it should’ve been Rhaenrya ordering to kill Vaemond blah blah blah. When actually I don’t think that’s what the show runners are doing. At all. They are actually trying to sell us the relationship between daemyra. Why else would they make Rhaenrya show up to dragon stone ordering her uncle to give back the egg with the show runners admitting she’s one of the few people he’ll listen to and that’s not even what happens in the book. They have Daemon tell Rhaenrya he was “happy enough” with Leana when people were positive he loved her the most in the book. The line where Leana tells him “maybe I’m not the wife you wished for yourself” I’m sure was done elaborate. The writers were telling the audience he wished he marry Rhaenrya and having them talk about her kids with her lover seemed out of place unless they were trying to convey the same message. Another change and probably my favorite is Daemon beheading Vaemond because he did it to protect Rhaenrya and her kids and as will smith says it perfectly “keep my wife out of your fucking mouth” he didn’t do it because Rhaenrya ASKED him he did it because he genuinely felt anger and loves his family. Idk, I’ll just thought I’ll rant and share my thoughts because none of my friends watch HOTD lol. So far I like what they’re doing and hopefully they don’t mess up their relationship with if you know you know.

I don't think it was the last time we'll see them happy. I imagine we'll still have moments here and there, captured amidst it all.

As for some book readers believing that Laena and Daemon had some great love story and he loved her most of all, I still have ZERO clue where this came from. It's like literally ONE FREAKING paragraph that even includes the idea that he married her for political reasons. Sure, they got along well.... WITH RHAENYRA always a part of the equation. Sure Daemon sat by her bedside while she died for three days.... WITH RHAENYRA sitting right beside him.

For goodness' sake. The anti-Daemyrans are just ridiculous.

I do agree with you that the show has REALLY honed in on that Daemon and Rhaenyra are IT! IT! IT! IT!!!! And that Daemon taking out Vaemond scene was EPIC!

#daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon and rhaenyra are THE love story #house of the dragon #fire & blood spoilers

[shuubah]

Koisenu Futari Review by a Fellow AroAce

Disclaimer: anybody commenting to tell aros and aces how to feel or their two cents on what’s wrong with us will be blocked right away. 🖤

    2023 has just begun, and the calendar has already changed to the later part of February. It’s that time of the year again. I bet you’re thinking I’m talking about the infamous Valentine’s Day that has already passed 10 days ago. But no, I’m talking about Aromantic Awareness Week that spans from this 19th to 25th February, today. I’m mad amused that it falls in this so-called ‘month of love’. I’ve been awaiting it since last year to finally write a review for the J-drama Koisenu Futari, and I couldn’t ask for a better timing! Oh, love is in the air? I’ve arrived to spray anti-love aerosol! Right about when the others were busy posting in celebration of 14th February, I started writing this in order to make the existences of aros and aces known to more people. Beware of little spoilers here and there in the review. It’s no big deal though, watching the happenings firsthand is more important than the end results for this story.

   Koisenu Futari begins with the fateful encounter of two people who feel neither romantic nor sexual attraction. Kodama Sakuko always feels out of place whenever the topic of romance comes up. It doesn’t help that she’s a grown up woman with a younger sister who’s already married and has a child. Her mother’s continual insistence for her to follow the same path soon makes even the time with her dear family feel oppressive. To make the matters worse, her coworkers harbor the same mindset, with seemingly no place for platonic mingling. Thanks to her job though, she crosses paths with the retail employee Takahashi Satoru, who happens to make an off-handed remark that there’re people in this world who don’t fall in love. It leaves an impression on Sakuko.

   Meanwhile, she plans to share an apartment with her friend and move out of home to escape her mom’s nagging, only to be ditched by the said friend later because apparently she got back with her ex-boyfriend. Frustrated by her inability to fathom people’s fascination with romance, Sakuko searches on the internet about it in the hopes of finding something for better understanding. There, she discovers about aromantic and asexual people for the first time in her life, and feels a connection with the terms. She puts two and two together, speculating that the employee she met in the supermarket just the other day may very well be the one behind the blog post. Filled with excitement to finally stumble upon someone like-minded, she once again appears before Satoru to affirm her conjecture. As they get to discussing about their identities after the confirmation, Sakuko makes a bizarre proposition for the two of them to try living together and see if they can become a family without any romantic feelings involved, much to Satoru’s dismay. He reluctantly agrees when Sakuko manages to persuade him with the problems of both of their current living conditions along with the benefits they both get if she comes to live in his house. And so, the trial for two aroaces to become a family begins.

   As someone who loves hanging around in the online aro and ace communities, and occasionally watches J-dramas, you’d probably expect me to have jumped onto Koisenu Futari as soon as it became available for the international audience. The truth is, I went back and forth for several months before finally sitting down to watch it. Because it revolves around a subject matter that’s very close to my heart and precious to me, I had all the more apprehensions that it might misrepresent us, dance around the concept of being aromantic and asexual without using the specific terms given it’s a Japanese production, and most importantly – an ending that wouldn’t be satisfying for the actual aros and aces. Let’s be honest, it’s difficult to imagine adult aroaces leading happy lives to their likings amidst the busybody culture. I’m usually all for pragmatic conclusions, but it was that one exception when I didn’t want a reality check.

    Now that I’ve finished the full series, did my misgivings hold true? I’m not gonna dillydally and straight-out say it: absolutely… not! However, don’t take this to mean that it’s gonna be a smooth ride. Because from time to time, the turn of events will make you step back and think to yourself, ‘I don’t like this if it’s really going where I think it’s going’ or simply have qualms about how they’re gonna handle a certain predicament. That was the reason why I couldn’t pass a judgment on the show until nearing the end. Several incidents arise in such a short drama, and thankfully every single one of them got an agreeable closure in the end. With the last dilemma of Satoru following his dream versus Sakuko keeping their family together resolved, I must say that I couldn’t ask for a better finale. It’s hands down one of my favorites, the most fulfilling and gratifying ending in a piece of media.

    Speaking of Sakuko and Satoru’s ‘family without romantic feelings involved’, which they like to refer to as “family (subject to change)” for the lack of better words, it can essentially be described as a queerplatonic relationship. I’m not gonna explain what that is for those who got a question mark over their head right now. You can check out this TikTok video that clarifies it better than I ever could in a few sentences (that one time TikTok became accurate and helpful). One thing though, take what I said as more of a headcanon than an absolute truth. Because it took me a while to take a step back and remind myself that a relationship is queerplatonic only when the people involved in it decide to define it as one. Otherwise, it’d be no different than alloromantic people forcibly claiming a non-romantic relationship is “romantic” regardless of the said pair’s negation just to suit their own fancy. But I’m pretty sure the real reason in the case of Koisenu Futari is because the term “queerplatonic” just doesn’t exist in Japanese, and they’re not familiar with this English word either. Yep, that’s one of my initial doubts right there.

    It’s fine though, because the two fundamental and crucial terms are there at least. That’s right, the words “aromantic” and “asexual” have made their way into the Japanese vocabulary! Albeit, they’re said in the Japanesque style. Given how the Japanese people speak English words, I thought the abbreviations – “aro” and “ace” – would be pronounced as “âro” (アロ) and “ēsu” (エース). But they turned out to be “âroma” (アロマ) and “âseku” (アセク) instead, short for “âromanchikku” (アロマンチック) and “âsekusharu” (アセクシャル). Though, â might be the wrong phonetic in these cases. I guess I should’ve known, since Japanese people have this habit of taking English words and shortening them to their liking for convenience. Though, I’ve found that there is one actual Japanese word for asexual, musei (無性). But of course, it pertains to reproduction. And it’s no surprise either that there doesn’t seem to be any word for aromantic. Ah, the temptation I feel to crack the notorious ‘asexuals are plants’ joke right now…

    Ahem! Forget that for now, because I’m about to impart an illuminating piece of information that I picked out thanks to Koisenu Futari. It’s revealed in one episode that in Japan, the very word for “romance” was conceived in the Meiji era (1868-1912), and the values associated with it were nonexistent prior to that. Doesn’t it almost sound like romantic attraction is a concoction of the modern period, similar to how queerphobics complain that aromanticism, asexuality and other queer identities are newfangled fads? When you put it that way without further context, it probably does. To fully understand what this fact actually entails, we need to elaborate on the said Japanese word, “ren’ai” (恋愛). Take this with a grain of salt as I’m not an expert, but from what I’ve gathered so far with my limited knowledge of the Japanese language as well as the culture, renai is more about the whole affair of finding a love interest, getting into a romantic relationship, and engaging in sexual activities than it is about the matter of attraction itself. So, in essence, it’s not opening up a debate as to since when the Japanese people have started feeling romantic attraction, but rather when the idea of pursuing romance came into being in the land. Having played otome games set in the Meiji and the consequent Taishou era (1912-1926), I can tell that taking a lover wasn’t a common practice back then. Sure, those aren’t the most accurate and reliable depiction of history, but when even dating sims can’t play it up, that speaks for itself.

    Looking at Japan isn’t even necessary to recognize the veracity of the bottom line of this. Coming from an Asian country myself, once upon a time, romantic relationships were frowned upon like it was one of the biggest disgraces to ever happen to a family here, if not the biggest one. Nowadays, most families have grown to become more accepting of young adults getting into romantic relationships and marrying a partner of their choice, what with dating becoming more and more of a commonplace. It’d be fine if that was all there was though, but it has reached the point where I went to listen to a popular native podcast of ours around the time of Valentine’s Day, and it started with the anecdote of a high school guy asking around on social media if it was abnormal for him to not have a girlfriend yet, and if he should do something to find someone. The face I was making then was probably a sight to behold, since I instantly turned into a fine real life specimen of the “IGHT IMMA HEAD OUT” meme of Spongebob. That, my reader, is what we call amatonormativity.

    All this fuss about being single isn’t so much about attraction as it’s about compulsively following specific customs just to fit in with everyone else (not saying everyone who desires a romantic relationship is like this), as if we’re all dolls with the same features, manufactured together in a set. If we’re really going with the excuse of loneliness, wouldn’t it mean the humans, living in the olden days when romantic partners weren’t prevalent and corporations didn’t promote Valentine’s Day for the sake of profit, were the loneliest of all? And if it’s because it’s in our nature to want to be loved and cared for, how come many of the present-day surveys and statistics tell us that humans are suffering from loneliness more than ever before as the time goes on, when everyone’s getting into romantic relationships left and right? Doesn’t it seem to say something about today’s attachments and connections that are so sought-after? You’ve probably heard of the saying, “gender is a social construction.” Now if I may, hoping I won’t be skewered and grilled for this, “romance” is a social construction. Emphasis goes to the quotation marks. It makes sense when you learn about all the different kinds of attractions that exist, and how they can be mutually inclusive when it comes to certain actions, varying from person to person.

    I may have gotten somewhat derailed from the review, but it matters not. The focus of it isn’t just on Koisenu Futari being a J-drama, but spreading awareness about aromanticism and asexuality. Besides, I can imagine Satoru nodding in agreement with me and saying the same. Throughout the series, he often talks about amatonormativity with Sakuko and sometimes the others. That was a characteristic absolutely indispensable for him as well as the drama to be so relatable to the aros and aces. Screwing with rubbish societal norms isn’t enough, the need to rant about the dozens of distresses that suck the life outta us day in and day out is at the center of this ordeal. He’s an excellent embodiment of our thoughts and feelings. On the other side, Sakuko finds herself in messes that are the pictures of of our day-to-day troubles.

     The pair’s contrasting personalities also create a great juxtaposition for two aroaces. From my observation, for Sakuko, her aromantic aspect is prevailing to her identity; while for Satoru, it’s his asexuality. Sakuko is amicable, social and cherishes those dear to her. Romantic interests of the others towards her, however, puts her at a loss. Her encounter and conversations with Satoru – who’s the only aroace she personally knows – helps her to gather her thoughts regarding her orientation and get better at dealing with those situations little by little. In turn, living with Sakuko and spending time with those around her gradually alleviates the emptiness in Satoru’s life left by the death of his dearest grandmother. He has always carried around regret in his heart for being unable to confide in the only person close to him about his identity, as well as his incapability to grant her a grandkid when he was her only family. After all, not only is he a sex-repulsed ace, but touch-repulsed altogether. To top it all off, the meddlesome attitudes and comments from his surroundings have him jaded, so much so that he doesn’t even want the understanding of others. When communication fails again and again because people refuse to see things from someone else’s perspective or just accept them as they’re due to their fundamental differences from each other, shutting them off may be the only option left. His no-nonsense, solitary disposition very much resonates with me, although personality-wise, I may or may not appear closer to Sakuko on the outside.

    Setting aside the protagonists, I must bestow the titles of honorable mention and best side character to Matsuoka Kazu. Don’t get your hopes up right away though, because he’s gonna get on your nerves as soon as he gets involved with the plot. He’s the personification of the traits that make aros and aces roll their eyes, being insufferable at times. You’re probably gonna hate him, which you’re supposed to, until you start appreciating his character development. He goes from the greatest menace to the greatest supporter of Sakuko. Not to mention, I couldn’t have discovered the above-mentioned history of “renai” without him, since he’s the reason why Satoru goes off lecturing about it! Honestly, our lives would be much gentler if more of the aphobics could grow to be thoughtful of us like he does. Even Sakuko’s family members come around to a considerable extent. I was touched by her parents’ acceptance of her, albeit one outright and one reluctant. Meanwhile, her sister’s story is a good example of how life’s rhythm can be easily thrown off when it’s mainly build around just a romantic partner.

    Keep in my mind though, this is a Japanese show, so it goes without saying that the narrative is going to follow the style of their dramas. The biggest complaint I hear in regard to J-dramas is that they contain too much of overacting, and I can totally see where it’s coming from. Koisenu Futari though, in my opinion, is the opposite of that. Subtlety is an integral quality of it, not that there is no exaggerated reactions whatsoever. Sakuko and Satoru in particular make these faint yet distinct facial expressions that seem to say more than their words. Their respective stars, Kishii Yukino and Takahashi Issei, were the perfect choices for the roles. Takahashi Issei’s acting especially feels like Satoru’s character was made to be portrayed by him. They even share the same surname and all! I was surprised and delighted to find out he’s the one who voiced Amasawa Seiji, the deuteragonist of Studio Ghibli film Whisper of the Heart. Acting is acting, I guess. As for the supporting cast of Koisenu Futari, the performances that stood out in my eyes were Sakuko’s longtime friend Kadowaki Chizuru, played by Kojima Fujiko, and Sakuko’s father Kodama Hiromi, played by Koichi Mantaro. They left an impression on me.

    In spite of all the praises I’m singing about Koisenu Futari, I still can’t say that I’d absolutely recommend any and every aromantic and asexual person to watch it. This might sound like it came from the left field, but it’s actually for their sake. Because this isn’t as simple as a fantasy show or something where two characters are specified to be aroaces since they couldn’t care less about romance and sex. Rather, it’s a true-to-life depiction of the issues that come with identifying with these labels. The alienation and loneliness resulting from being “different”, falling apart of friendships due to romantic interest of the other party, vexation stemming from the inability to relate and thus empathize with those going through heartbreaks, aphobic belief that aros have it easy just because they don’t have romantic entanglements to worry about, family and societal pressure to get married and have kids, apprehension regarding the future that’ll likely be lonesome otherwise — all these difficulties experienced by aros and/or aces are remarkably brought out. In short, the plot is all about trying to navigate this world full of amatonormativity, heteronormativity and allonormativity. And as much as it feels great to see our representation, such a high level of relatability also means it can be triggering to see the exact same things that distress us in our everyday lives.

   I, for one, was left overwhelmed by the very first episode. Sakuko’s excitement over the initial living arrangement with her friend reflects the deepest desire of my heart that has been there since forever. I’m definitely not the only one; for many aros and/or aces, it’s a situation that’s considered a dream come true. Except the ingrained relationship hierarchy, where romantic partners are put above everyone else, pretty much always turns it into a pipe dream. After finishing that episode, I had to sit in silence for a while, trying hard to contain my emotions. On top of it, what occurs between the two of them later hit too close to home, again. Watching it unfold almost felt like a personal attack, the thought ‘I’m in this drama, and I don’t like it!’ running through my mind all the while. However, I have to admit that the last scene of the drama makes it worth it. The image of Sakuko happily cycling down the road with the most heartfelt, carefree smile on her face screamed freedom to me. Then revisiting the drama in order to write this review aroused the displeasure in me along with the appreciation all over again. It’s really up to how much an individual viewer can take depending on their mental state.

    For alloromantic and allosexual people though, I’d definitely recommend them to complete Koisenu Futari. Not merely because otherwise they’d be missing out on a wonderful show, but mostly because it’s important that they come to see things from aromantic and asexual people’s viewpoint. Of course, for one thing, you can avoid upsetting them and treat them right when you know better. Now, you may ask, what’s the odd of you running into an aro and/or ace when those’re such rare orientations? The thing is, many of us go through an identity crisis at the beginning because we’re never taught about the very existences of aromanticism and asexuality in the first place. It needs to become a common knowledge like homosexuality, bisexuality etc. Even when we do get to know who we are, we still feel the need to keep this intrinsic part of our personality to ourselves because of ignorant people’s hurtful attitude. So, if you’ve already proved yourself to be uncomfortable for the topic, the possibility of you being privy to the fact of someone you know being an aro and/or ace is very low in the first place.

   This obliviousness isn’t harming only aros and aces though, it concerns you, and your near and dear ones, too. Why do I say that? Well, once you step into the world of aromanticism and asexuality, your eyes will open to a whole bunch of problems around us, as well as a whole lot of ways of life. Namely, the clutch that amatonormativity, heteronormativity and allonormativity have on us, and how liberating living can be if you get to defy them. I can’t go into the details of what they mean in this review. You can always search on Google and Tumblr to learn their definitions, etymologies and implications. All I’ll say is that the Four Horsemen (including platonormativity) of the ‘love and sex are what make you human’ bullshit go hand in hand with misogyny, sexism, toxic gender stereotypes, toxic masculinity, domestic violence, colorism, body shaming, ableism and many, many more severe social issues. It’s impossible to escape them so long as you live in the society. So when you really think about it, being aphobic is basically advocating for your own victimization and/or decadence. Although, I suppose something as ridiculous as aphobia prevails at all is because the mere existences of aros and aces challenge the beliefs and learning that alloallo people have nurtured throughout their lifetime. It’s human nature to feel threatened by something they don’t understand. But on the other hand, broadening your worldview with the aromantic and asexual perspectives serves to benefit you regardless of your orientation. Personally speaking, even if I don’t identify as an aroace someday, I’d still be grateful for everything I’ve been taught thanks to it. I wouldn’t exchange this experience and thought process for anything.

   If there’s one flaw of Koisenu Futari though, it has to be its approach of aromanticism and asexuality being largely inadequate. The matters are explored through the two protagonists only, resulting in a limitation as to which facets of the orientations can be introduced to the viewers. There is this one time when Sakuko attends a gathering of aros and aces, but it’s way too short to put enough emphasis on the briefly discussed topics: the spectrums’ independence from each other, and the variation in individual preferences. That’s right, aromantic and asexual are the umbrella terms for two separate spectrums. You must’ve already noticed my continual usage of “and/or” until now, that’s because being a part of one spectrum doesn’t necessarily connote being a part of the other. Both of them also consist of a wide range of microlabels, and those’re contradistinctive at times. I daresay, compared to the entire populace of the rest of the world, I’ve witnessed way more diversity in these tiny communities that’re more or less close to the population of Denmark. A series could cast a dozen of aro and ace characters, but many of the particularities would still end up left out. Given the acute lack of our representation in the media, a complete drama dedicated to us is already an absolute blessing. Even just two characters, who’re gateway to the plain basics, are a great starting point. That’s all well and good, but the problem is that those who aren’t well-informed with the comprehensive nitty-gritties might develop a rigid concept of the identities, and thus question the validity of those of us who don’t fit the mold.

  I’d suggest alloromantic, allosexual and questioning folks to take Koisenu Futari as a stepping-stone to learn about aromanticism and asexuality. Thanks to Kaizen Subs, it’s accessible for the international audience. They did such a fantastic job with the subtitling. I don’t wish to depreciate any fansubbers who pour so much hard work into voluntarily providing English subtitles, but I also can’t deny that I often come across translations that’re far cry from the actual speeches. I was afraid the same might happen to Koisenu Futari, especially due to the lingos in the aro and ace communities that’re foreign to the outsiders. It was an utter relief to discover that it wasn’t the case. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised to find somebody else’s style of translating similar to mine for the first time as a translator. Personal reflection aside, this is your cue to watch the drama. Visit this link to download the subtitles. Just rename the files corresponding to the episode file names on your device, and it’ll make the subtitles automatically show up on the videos when you open them, whether it’s on computer or phone. Oh, and where to find the raw episodes? That question’s a no-no in public, but here goes: Đ Ɽ ₳ ₥ ₳ ₵ Ø Ø Ⱡ

  My only sincere request is for people to keep an open mind, about us and about the world. Koisenu Futari’s MyDramaList entry used to have the “naïve female lead” tag before, and that was more than enough infantilization of aroaces. Look at it this way, romantic and/or sexual attractions can be considered ghosts to us. Almost everybody around us claim to be able to see them, those who’re chasing after them. They ask us why we can’t perceive them. It’s because they only ever exist in the tales of others, not in our own realm, at least not without the exact same power. Maybe some of us have barely happened to encounter them at some point, but unsure of whether those’re actual ghosts or some other apparitions. Some can only see them once in a blue moon, under specific conditions. Some adore the idea of ghosts and their stories, regardless of their ability to sense them or the wish to interact with them in person. At any rate, we all belong under the hefty green or purple umbrella, or where they both blend in to take on blue, orange and yellow colors; our very own spaces beneath the rainbow.

  It’s okay if you can’t grasp our hues right away. You can take your time. If it still doesn’t help, that’s okay, too. What’s not okay is dehumanizing or demonizing us. Don’t forget that humans are abusing and destroying each other in the name of love all the time. If you believe it’s a lie or an exaggeration, then open your eyes, strain your ears and take in what’s happening throughout the world. There’re more important things than love, attraction or even comprehension. Remember that consideration, compassion, communication and consent can go a long way to bring about happiness and peace in life. Also, please refrain from shoving “B-but aromantic/asexual people can feel romantic/sexual attraction and/or engage in such activities!” and other bigot commentaries down our throat. That’ll be all from me.

  Happy aromantic awareness week! It’s coming to an end soon, but may the awareness stick around.

Headers' credit: theprideful

“amatanormativity will not save you" flag credit: rjalker

#koisenu futari #恋せぬふたり #Two People Who Can’t Fall in Love #aromantic #asexual #aroace #aro week #aromantic awareness week #aromantic awareness week 2023 #J-drama #Japanese drama #takahashi issei #issei takahashi #takahashi satoru #satoru takahashi #kishii yukino #yukino kishii #kodama sakuko #sakuko kodama #review by shuu #actually aromantic #actually asexual #actually aro #actually ace #actually aroace

[joanmarieduhaylungsod]

Summary

Sisters and best friends—that’s how I describe Dara and Nick. They are extremely close, since they are children. Nicole Warren and Dara Warren got into a car accident; Nick has only minor injuries, but Dara’s condition is the worst because she is not wearing a seatbelt. After the accident, Nick changed her attitude; she became a rebellious child. Her divorced parents are always saying that she needs to be busy or go to Dr. Lichme after the incident to have a session. She doesn’t want it because they are not forcing Dara to have a session with Dr. Lichme and because Dara is not giving her attention or talking to her anymore. Her feelings are mixed because of Dara’s actions. Even when this happens, Nick is still sleeping in their room while Dara is up in her attic bedroom. One night she decided to open the attic’s door and find Dara, but she was gone. Nick noticed a girl outside the window and called her Dara, but she didn't turn around. A nine-year-old girl named Madeline Snow went missing on July 19th, and it was big news in her place. People and cops are helping to find Madeline. Nick started to work at Fanland, and she met Dara’s childhood best friend, Parker. They talked for the first time after the accident happened, and Nick started to like Fanland and meet friends there.

Nick planned to say sorry and approach Dara on her birthday so that they could start over again, but she couldn’t find Dara in her room. After that, Nick came to her work to be a mermaid again for their show. While she was swimming, she saw a familiar face—it is Madeline! She went up and down to find the girl, but she was no longer there. That night, Nick planned to have a family dinner to celebrate Dara’s birthday. When she was on her way to the bus stop, she saw a girl hugging herself, and Nick called her "Dara!" But she was too far, and the bus closed when she was near. When Nick arrived at the restaurant, Dara was not there. She told them to start eating, and her auntie Jackie also arrived and started to order. Her mom started to cry while Nick was telling them that Dara was not sure. People around them started to stare at their table, so Nick started to comfort her mom.

Aunt Jackie tries unsuccessfully to interrupt her mother as she begins to tell a story. Nick started to confess to them and told her parents to start acting like everything was okay. Her dad, Kevin, started to hold her tightly, and when he realized it, he removed his arm. After that, Nick told them clearly that they were not family anymore. Nick went to their house and found Dara, but she found her Auntie Jackie. Jackie told Nick that Dara misses her very much and that she is not mad at her, but still, Nick is hard-headed. She rushes into Dara’s bedroom; the birthday card that she placed on her pillow is still there, untouched. She tried to call Dara on her phone and texted her to meet somewhere. Using Dara’s car, she went to Florida; it was her first time driving a car since the accident. She got there, but Dara doesn’t have a response. She visited the Facebook page of Dara and saw plenty of comments that did not have replies from her. She went home and started to investigate Dara’s room. She started to find things that were useful, like a diary and her phone. She saw a lot of blackmail messages and found another clue. She spied at the bar, where Dara was most of the time.

She disguised herself as an applicant for Andre and went to the basement of the bar, where she overheard a girl and Andre talking about Madeline. She saw the girl; it was Sarah’s best friend, Snow! She is now convinced that Madeline's and Dara’s cases are connected. She confronted Snow about what happened to Madeline. Nick searched for Madeline's articles with shaky hands, and she went to the police station, looking for Lieutenant Frank Hernandez, and told him what she knew about Madeline's case. Dara died in the car accident from the start, and her family is only hiding it from Nick because she is suffering from mental illness as a result of the accident. 

Short Review

Vanishing Girls written by New York Time Bestselling author, Lauren Oliver is about the two sisters that are very close to each other. They are two in one, sisters and best friends.  I hate it when Dara and Parker had relationship and afterwards Parker confessed to Nick that he is not really in love at Dara but he is really in love at Nick. Its really awkward to have that in a book. Maybe it is okay if Dara and Nick are just friends and not sisters to have that “love triangle”. The Point of Views are quite confusing even there are labels like before, after, and dates. The twist is quite entertaining I didn’t realize that Dara is already dead until in the climax. The twist is like in the movie that called “My Perfect You”.  

This book focuses more on relationship of the two sisters. How Nick loves her sister that she risk her life to know what really happened to Dara.

[onlyfangz]

i love when people on tumblr get weirdly intense about shit that doesn't matter. like this whole prev tags nonsense. there was a post saying it came over from twitter and that it's that crowd that are starting to do this. another separate post was made about how fucking dumb that is because tags don't work on twitter that way, so it couldnt have been them. i think, and bare with me, that prev tags sucks, and it specifically sucks because we're tumblr users and anything that changes within how tumblr operates is immediately rejected. there's a Tradition here, and you need to respect it. tumblr is like owning a really old laptop with a frayed charger that might set on fire at any moment. like, as long as you hold it at a ninety degree angle on your lap and don't move it as you simultaneously twist the charger downwards in a serpentine motion it won't break. it works fine this way, we don't want a new laptop, stop trying to replace our fucking shitty charger.

#charlie.txt #like do you remember when the staff made it so you can actually read posts? #like before it was just a big chain going inwards and if there were too many you couldn't see the writing anymore #and people got so mad when they changed it so comments were placed in order one on top of the other #and like! i was not immune to this!! i was really mad about the change too! #for some fucking reason #in fact i specifically downloaded xkit just so i could get it to revert BACK #and its mostly bc tumblr is a shoe being held together by ducktape and gum #stop trying to make it functionable its never gonna happen #the only thing about the comment chains tho is that that is also when they took away our ability to edit other people's post #that fucking sucks i miss that #like did it made tumblr a more actively hostile place? yes. and it was beautiful. #tumblr truly was the mad max dystopia of the internet.

[ann-non]

Love Sonnet

Pairing : Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre : fluff, domestic, established relationship, gamer!wonwoo

Word count : 1,6k

Warning : no proof-read

Author’s note : Just another fic I wrote in one sitting on impulse. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Positive criticism, feedback, and comments are always welcome! Have a nice day or good night wherever you are!!

*****

The moment you entered your shared apartment, you walked directly to your boyfriend’s working slash gaming room, knowing very well he spent 80% of his time there when he wasn’t with you. Under normal circumstances, you would usually wash yourself, change to comfy clothes, prepare or order food for dinner, and then you eventually called him to sit and eat with you. But on occasions like today, you went home exhausted after a rough day, you only want to feel the comfort and security he never fails to provide. As you’ve expected, his eyes were focused on the screen when you entered the room. The door was left open and his back was facing you that he didn’t notice your presence until you called his name. “Won..” He instantly caught on the hint of tiredness in your voice even only from the way you called his name. Without hesitation he turned his chair to face you, leaving whatever game he was doing as he opened his arms to welcome you. “Hey, baby. Long day?” He asked with his gentle voice, pulling you to sit on his lap after you gave him a weak nod.

Jeon Wonwoo was a man of few words and might seem cold in a glance, but you knew best that he’s one of the warmest, most loving people you’ve ever known. He might not talk much, but his actions always speak louder than his words. With your face buried on his chest, he gently patted your head in the hope it would make you feel better. The two of you stayed like that in silence for a good ten minutes before he asked you softly what do you want to eat for dinner, to which you reply, “I don’t feel like eating..” Making him frown slightly. “Y/n, you had a long day, so you need to eat something to replenish your energy, you know,” he spoke in a way as if he was talking to a kid while his tender gaze never left your form. After years of dating you, he knew that you tend to lose your appetite whenever you’re stressed and tired, but he also knew how bad it is for your health, so he always tries his best to persuade you or feed you in a way or another. Not that he should be the one to say it, considering he tended to skip his meals too when he was too immersed in his game, still you appreciate his effort. “You can choose, then. I’ll just eat a bit from yours,” you muttered as you adjusted your position to nuzzle him better. “That sounds about right,” he smiled at you fondly before placing a kiss on top of your head, then wiped out his phone to order some food.

You saw a lot of memes about men complaining about their girlfriends stealing their food and you never understood because it never happens in your relationship. Wonwoo was always generous with you whether it comes to food, his clothes cause you love sleeping in his shirt, even his babies a.k.a his gaming equipment. It was a complete accident when you accidentally dropped his Nintendo switch when you were playing with it and the screen ended up getting broken from the fall. In all honesty, you’ve anticipated him to at least get annoyed by it, but you’re wrong. He was surprisingly calm as he casually took the console from you, examining your hands while asking you whether you got hurt. It was that one time, but there were other occasions where you and your clumsiness caused him problems, like that one time you accidentally deleted the progress of this new game he was working so hard to finish, still, he never gets annoyed, let alone mad at you. Now that you think about it, in five years of dating him, never once he raises his voice at you. You heard him yelling to his friends while playing a game, even cursed, which you secretly found quite hot, but none ever directed to you. That doesn't necessarily mean you never argue. Even during an argument, he chose to say nothing, which during the heat of your emotion, only annoyed you more. Yet, after a while, you casually asked him about it and he simply said that he didn’t want to say something he’d regret out of anger because hurting you is the last thing he ever wanted.

Even after he finished ordering the food, he allowed you to stay in your position while still petting your hair. The calm comforting silence and his gestures eased your stress, made you relaxed that slowly you grew rather sleepy. “Don’t sleep on me, yet. We haven’t eaten,” he chuckled lowly, tapping your cheek lightly with his gentle hand. A small whine left your lips and it only made him smile even more. Cupping your face in his hands, he made you look at him. “If you can survive until after dinner and shower, I’ll read you to sleep. How’s that?” He offered, knowing how much you love it when he read you to sleep. One thing is not only that your boyfriend is very good-looking and has a great body with tall stature, but he also has such an attractive voice which honestly is your weakness. Your eager nod made him laugh, eyes crinkled, nose scrunched adorably. “What will you read tonight tho?” You asked, looking at him with a glimpse of curiosity in your eyes. “It’s a secret,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips before he stood up with you still in his arms, causing you to yelp and reflexively wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you by the back of your thighs as your legs snuggled against his waist.

Knowing how much you liked being in his arms whenever you were down, he opted to carry you around with him when he went to your door to get the food the delivery guy left. After dating for a while, Wonwoo developed this habit of carrying you around randomly, even when you weren’t having a bad day. The first time it happened, you were concerned and asked him to let you go, thinking that your weight would only tire him, yet ever since he told you that he liked the warmth and your weight in his arms with the fondest smile on his face, you couldn’t complain and allowed him doing what he likes. Besides, you enjoyed being so close to him too, so it’s a win-win. Other than sometimes he just picked you up out of the blue and it caught you off guard, you love it. During dinner, he made you sit on his lap as he ate while you would take his food from time to time. Occasionally, he would feed you too. He joined you in the bath after diner, giving you a relaxing back rub while at it as you talked about your day.

Once both of you were done brushing your teeth and slipped into comfy pajamas, he carried you to bed, this time princess style. At this point, your mood has improved significantly as you found yourself laughing along with him when he attacked you with playful kisses all the way to your shared bedroom. The moment your back met the mattress, you let out a small moan, knowing that finally you’re done for the day. He laid on his side next to you with one hand supporting his head, the other ran through your hair gently, and his eyes were lovingly observing your face. It was really comforting that you found yourself closing your eyes. “You have yet to read me tho..” You mumbled with your eyes closed, obviously sleepy but you seemed determined about having him reading you to sleep. “Okay, okay. I’ll recite you this poem,” he said, a small smile playing on his face. “Poem?” You repeated softly. “Yea. It’s a poem that reminds me of you,” he replied, placing a tender kiss on your forehead, making your lips curl up into a rather sleepy smile as you nodded.

“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire..” He begins with the softest tone of his voice, his adoring gaze never leaving your pretty face. “I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul..” Perhaps it was his presence or simply your fatigue finally took over your body, with the first sentence he recited, his voice became more and more distant as you drifted into slumber, almost as if you fell under a sleeping spell. “I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body..” Halfway through the poem, he noticed your stable breath, smiling at the way you smiled in your sleep. Even though he knew you were no longer listening, he leaned closer to you, and with the gentlest softest whisper to your ear, he finished reciting the poem to you. The poem that he found to be summarizing his feelings for you so perfectly.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

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After Note : the poem is Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, English translation by Mark Eisner ^^

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #carat #seventeen fic #svt #svt fluff #carat writer #svt x reader #svt x you #caratblrclub #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seventeen wonu #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonu #svt wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x y/n #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x you

[husbandohunter]

A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 

• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all. 

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i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

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“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

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I hate everyone, but I could never bring myself to hate you.

To the surprise of absolutely no one Druig wasn’t much of a people person, always acting cold, guarded and overall conceited towards those unfortunate to cross his line of sight; Ikaris being the main one for a multitude of reasons of which the dark haired Eternal wasn’t afraid of vocalising whenever he deemed necessary. So it was concluded that he just hated everyone equally given how he kept to himself, tucked into the nook and crannies of every room he could be found in passing off snide passive aggressive comments. Smirking arrogantly whenever he riled someone up yet he seem to know when to back away before an altercation occurred as if he was self aware of how far he could push people before their emotions start to act on their own accord. There was method in his madness that one could not unpack without gaining a headache.

Druig was an ever changing enigma too complex to solve yet too predictable on a surface level that when trying to pin him to a singular cliche he would switch things up in order to keep things within his advantage. It was like a trial for those determined to crack the code that was Druig, for whom was an eel that slipped passed the fishing next every time they got remotely close. Yet the story you’ve been told by countless eyes was told otherwise when the Eternal in question only ever treated you with respect, teasing touches on the arms, the elbows, cheeks and the elbows whenever he talked to you while maintaining eye contact that felt too intimate to be platonic only as he listend intently to every word that left your mouth, memorising anything that was significant to your peers on by how your eyes would light up or how your body language would change on a dime. Druig soaked it all up so whenever Kingo or Ikaris would talk about Druig and how frustrating and defiant he was with less then ideal words you honestly didn’t understand how he could be that way. Sure he was a a nuisance in some instances when you had important business that demanded your full attention ironically at the same time he was craving attention in any of its forms but other then that you saw him as nothing short of a passionate man with his heart in the right place wounded by time and betrayal that forced him to become who they claim he was when your back was turned.

When the entire time he placed his unwavering trust and confidence in you and your abilities, a thing he has never done before which frightened him at first, Druig trusted your judgment and valued your outlook on certain perspectives so he could finalise his own. Whenever he wasn’t with the likes of Makkari, Phastos or Sersi he was was with you doing whatever you wanted as he followed your lead because he soon found out that he would follow you anywhere as long as he was there by your side keeping you company. It was a weird feeling within his chest that made him uncomfortably warm that only grew into a raging fire whenever you were near. You brought a sense of calm to his life he never thought he could ever call his own, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with himself when the mission of killing the Deviants was complete but you gave him a inside perspective to a life he could have long after he fulfilled his duties as an Eternal; He could live a normal life of he so wished but that life doesn’t seem so fulfilling if you weren’t there by his side sharing every moment with him from waking up to going to sleep together.

Ajak took note of how quickly he warmed up to you and she couldn’t express her happiness that he found someone that made everything worthwhile. She encouraged Druig to act upon on his feelings one day, suggesting that he takes you to a dandelion field. “Why a dandelion field? Why would I take y/n to a field of weeds?” He asked from the corner of the room, munching on some snacks he found in Kingo’s room, not that he would noticed as Kingo was more invested in his appearance in the mirror then to be worried about the disappearance of his snacks. Ajak smiled softly, “they’re not just weeds Druig,” she started, “They stand for hope and growth which sounds very appropriate with how you act towards them. You hope for a future together and the amount of growth I see within you whenever your with them has the potential to become something beautiful. Is that something you want to miss out on?” Druig felt like a injured animal backed into a corner but didn’t say anything in response knowing that Ajak could read him accurately which scared him so he bided his time and let her continue, “you may hate everyone else but you could never bring yourself to hate them.” Those words slammed into his chest. Ajak had summed up everything he felt within a single sentence. He truly couldn’t bring himself to hate you even if you tried to anger him whether intentionally or unintentionally yet if it was anyone else he wouldn’t hold back his venomous thoughts and words.

So when he brought you to the dandelion field Ajak suggested, the first words that left your lips from leaving leaving the house took him awhile to comprehend, “why do you like being with me? Don’t I get boring? Don’t I irritate you?” Druig remembered Ajak’s words and grabbed your hand closest to him so he could place some dandelions he picked beforehand with a soft look within his blue eyes as a soft genuine smile graced his soft lips, hating himself for being so cheesy, “ I hate everyone but I could never bring myself to hate you. I don’t think I ever could even if I tried. You mean too much for me to feel that way, you truly don’t understand how much you mean to me; You came into my life in a moment where I wasn’t so certain for myself and what I wanted to do from that point onwards. Everyday I spend with you reminds me of everything I would loose if I wasn’t to act quick enough.”

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Chapter 4: Dawn

The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

Warnings: tense situations, violence, torture, pain, panicky situations, blood.

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you've seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you'll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original "Peaky Blinders". Warnings will change per chapter.  This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

Thankyou so much for reading and liking my story. Do not hesitate to engage, comment or repost.

Update: every 2-3 days

Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

 Word count: 2,672 words

    Esmeralda Gold

Just as expected, as soon as you, Da and Bonnie crossed the boundary to your territory, the people wordlessly started to escort you all to your Grandmother, Thagarni Malaiah’s house. Thagarni meant ‘queen’ in Romani, but was used by your people to give respect to the elders of the clan. The more area you crossed the more people started to join the crowd. When you reached your Grandmother’s house she was already outside, cutting fire wood with an axe. “Thagarni!” one of the men came forward from behind you, “We come here to ask for your help and guidance!” he shouted in Romani. Malaiah scoffed and kept on cutting the wood. “What help can I give you? I am nothing but a lowly servant of the Gods.” She said, feigning indifference.

    ‘Oh she is enjoying this, she is enjoying this a lot!’ you thought, silently, as your Father had ordered. “These people, your kin, have committed crimes, which have brought down the Gold clan’s honor, not only that but the nature of it may very well effect our coming generations too.” The man continued and the others agreed in chants. “We want to stop this right here, before this goes on to corrupt our future. We want a Jury, led by you, to solve this matter!” the crowd with the man screamed their agreement. “We have not committed any crime!” Your Fathers voice had enough boom in his voice to silent all of them, “Stop accusing us of something that you have no proof of!” your Granny cut him off “Oh! Really Aberama dear? Then have all of these people gone mad? Or are they high on opium?” she cocked her head. Da looked down.

     Going a few paces back, she washed her hands and continued, “I do know about you going to make a deal with the Shelbys, those Peaky fucking Blinders” she spat on the ground, as if just taking their name brought a bad taste to her mouth. “Even though the elders of the clan forbade it.” She smiled with raised eyebrows making Da audibly gulp. “I apologize for that, for…. Not listening to the elders. But surely this isn’t as big a crime to call for a jury now is it?” Da reasoned. “By the grace of the Almighty and the respect and power these people have bestowed upon me…” She came towards you until she was almost nose to nose, her smile brought bad memories to you and in that moment you knew you were fucked, “I’ll be the judge of that”.

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    You were taken to the building the clan used as a court house. Police was almost never involved in disputes and cases when it involved clans. They made their own rules and punishments. Leaders like Malaiah, made sure that these rules were implemented. You were seated in a dimly lit, separate room. It had two chairs and a wooden table with a mirror console, which had definitely seen good days. The lower half of the mirror was missing, ‘They must have banged someone’s head on it’ you thought fearfully.

     Da and Bonnie were taken inside where the Jury was called. Five leaders of the clans were appointed, led by Thagarni Malaiah herself, to judge this matter. The place got pretty crowded. Who doesn’t like a good show!? and by choosing your Grandmother as the leader of the Jury, the people had insured that.

    You rubbed your hands agitatedly. Several hours had passed. You’d started pacing the room now. ‘ It must be dark outside…What is happening in there? What’s taking them so long’ your mind was going crazy with worry, which truly shot up when your sisters were brought in the same room. Elizabeth and Lilly, white as a sheet, crying when they were pushed roughly inside. They came rushing to you when they saw you. You took them in your arms to console them. “What is happening Emmy? What happened to you? Is everything okay? Are we going to die?” their questions startled you. You held them both by their shoulders “No, nothing’s going to happen to you. I won’t let them bring any harm to you both. Do you hear me? I won’t let them!” You said looking into their eyes with as much confidence as you could. But in truth, you were as scared as them.

    A few moments later, your grandmother strode in, ordering the men with her, to take your sisters out of the room. They screamed and sobbed trying to get a hold of you. Lilly’s hand only able to reach Da’s scarf in your neck which she took with her while being forced out of the room.  “Wait! Where are you taking them?” the men did not acknowledge your concern at all and forcibly pushed you back in the room. Malaiah stood still waiting for the door to close and the men to be out of earshot. You rushed towards her, “Malaiah, my sisters have nothing to do with this!” you pleaded “Just please let them go!” “And you do?” she cocked her head. “I did not say that” you knew how manipulative and cunning your Grandmother could be to make the other person say what she wanted to hear. Da use to joke in her absence how she would have made a perfect lawyer if she’d gotten the education for it.

     “Then what are you saying Miss Esmeralda Gold? I am here to take your statement.” You frowned, “On what?” she walked gracefully towards you and flicked of an invisible thread from your coat. “Just a simple yes or no would do girl.” She looked into your eyes. “Is everything your Father saying in there true?" you thought for a moment ‘Could it be that simple? Of course it is! Da must have confessed to the mistake he made making that wager. He would get punished for being a fool but it won’t be that severe I hope’ You sighed “Yes it is.” Malaiah raised her eyebrows in response, “So you’re confessing to it?” your heartbeat stopped. “Confessing to what?” “Tch tch tch such a shame! My own granddaughter…” she came closer to whisper in your ears. “But by the way, I always knew you’d be a slut when you’d grow up. It’s not your fault you see…. It’s the half Lee blood in you from your slutty mother’s side!” you pushed her away with force you never knew you had in you. She almost fell down before catching herself, she was angry now. “I haven’t confessed to anything! I haven’t done anything!” you sobbed. “It’s okay love.” She scoffed light-heartedly “No confession needed. I’ve seen the proof to pass the Judgment already” she steadied herself, brushing the skirts of her dress. “What do you mean?” you were so confused.

    Nothing was making sense to you. Still baffled you did not even notice her charging towards you. She smacked you hard enough, across your face, to make your ears ring. You stopped yourself from hitting the floor by getting a hold of the console. She grabbed your face, her nails digging into your skin and folded your arms behind you painfully. “Looks like your lover missed a mark!” She snickered in the mirror. Blood drained from your face as you looked at your own reflection in the mirror. A big purple bite mark graced the left side of your neck.  

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    They had all turned against you. Each and every one of them. When you were dragged in the courtroom, hands once again tied in the front like a criminal, the people you passed, mocked you, called you names and even spat at you. Your eyes searched for your father, your brother, anyone, who could save you, who could protect you from the humiliation you were being punished with. The anger and hatred you saw in the eyes of the crowd brought tears to your eyes.

    “Silence!” the court went eerily quiet at your grandmother’s voice. She sat down and said in a loud clear voice. “The girl is accused of fornication.” You stared at her, dumbfounded. “She not only had a pre-marital affair with a member of another clan but also planned to elope with him. When this poor man…” she pointed towards Aberama, “found out how his daughter had done the indecent with one of the Shelby’s, like any other respectable father, he was infuriated and concerned about his reputation, his other two daughters future and most of all, the prestige of our clan.” Your mouth hung open as you tried to breath.

     “He went to the Shelbys to offer them a deal, that they could have anything they asked for, if only Thomas Shelby would leave his daughter alone.” You looked at Da but he did not look at you. Looking down to his feet, tears dropped from his nose as his eyes were hidden behind his hat. “No!” you shouted but Thagarni Malaiah continued ignoring you completely. “Not only did the guilty refuse to come back with his father and brother but also got them beaten up and held captive for a night, by her lover and his family of goons as she shamelessly warmed his bed. ”

    “Just please listen to me!”

“The mark on the girl’s neck is the proof of her indecency. So I hereby with the agreement of the leaders of the clans find Esmeralda Gold guilty of fornication, committing actions which have not only damaged the honor and dignity of our clan but have harmed the sentiments of our people as well.” The crowd roared in agreement. “Why isn’t anyone listening to me!?” You screamed so loud your lungs burnt. Tears spilled down from your eyes “This is not true. I had not even seen the Shelbys before!” Malaiah stopped talking.

     “So are you saying that your father is lying girl? His men who were in the custody of the Shelbys with them are lying too? Because your father is the one who’s stated all of these facts to us.” Your heart stopped. You started to run towards Da but the men holding the rope tied to your hands made sure you could not take more than a couple of steps in his direction. “Why are you doing this Da? Why are you not telling them about the wager?” Da flinched at your words but did not look at you. You looked for Bonnie but could not find him anywhere. You turned towards the jury, knowing how you had to say something as it was either now or never, “He put a wager on me! He placed a bet on me which he lost! I wasn’t eloping with anyone, they took me from our house!” you turned towards the crowd, “Surely someone must have seen them take me! Anyone? Lily and Elizabeth were with me when they took me you can ask them…” the veins in your neck were popping out as you pleaded for your life. “Please I’m begging you all. You people are accusing an innocent person who did not commit any crime!” “Shut up you dirty whore! And take the danm punishment you deserve!” someone from the crowd screamed making the crowd roar and laugh. ‘They are laughing at me. They are all laughing at me! At my innocence, at my truth’ your head spun.

     Malaiah sighed loudly cleaning her nails by rubbing them on her dress near her chest, “Are you done?” you gaped at her. She banged her palms at the table in front of her loud enough to startle you and half of the crowd into silence “You think we are fools child!? Us? The elders?” her voice rang throughout the hall. “The two ‘witnesses’ you named just now are underage, therefore there testimony doesn’t count. Plus who knows how you’ve manipulated their young minds to your pleasing.” You could not believe this. It was as if she was determined to punish you, they all were. “And this story of ‘the wager’ you are talking about sounds utterly bizarre and ridiculously made up. The daughters of our clan are truly precious and sacred to us. No man in his right mind can ever place a bet on his daughter! And what was the wager for? What was Aberama supposed to win instead of loosing you?” you did not know the details about it. “I… I don’t…” she cut you off.  

   “Therefore me and the jury have decided to sentence the guilty to… death by stoning.” Your knees buckled as you fell on the floor. Aberama ran to the Judges table but the guards did not let him through to them. “The punishment is too severe! I will make sure this never happens again! Please elders! Show some mercy! Give my daughter another chance…” He knelt on the floor with palms together in front of him. The elder man representing the Codona clan spoke up “We too thought so, but Aberama dear…”  Malaiah cut him off, “I suggested it. Your daughter has tried to start a movement of liberation and independence among or females, which directly goes against our traditions and customs! If we don’t stop this right now, who knows what new ideas this case shall sprout in the minds of the daughters of our clans! We have to make an example out of her, out of this case, to cease and destroy any like-minded thinking in our young females!” Aberama was helped on his feet by a man next to him.

    “The punishment shall commence at dawn tomorrow. All the leaders and the men are obliged to take part in it!” there was cheering in your Grandmothers name, mocking on yours, but you did not hear anything or feel anything. A thick sheen of numbness had coated your body as you gave up and simply waited for the dawn of the next day and your undeniable end.  

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    ‘It’ll be fine. You’ll get through this. Soon the sun shall shine. Soon the birds shall sing. Soon the darkness will be gone. And you’ll be with me again.’ Esmeralda kept on repeating these words as one rock after the other hit her already drained and bloodied body. Her head hung low as her form was tied to a tree. Blood dripped from her skull to her nose and through her mouth as well. She’d screamed at the beginning, not at the crowd, who God knew why were so danm angry at her, not at Malaiah, who had accomplished some unknown mission of her life but at Da and Bonnie who had claimed to be her family, her protectors and had failed at everything these words meant.

    “I pity you Aberama Gold. For not being man enough for your daughter!” those were her last words to her father who cried and tried to hug her one last time. She had nudged her shoulder and walked away before he could do so, with her head held high towards her final destination. She had denied to meet anyone when after the case a customary meeting with the family was offered to her too. She was done with the world. Done with all of the artificialness of it. She was ready for her end.

    The end was near she could feel it. The pain was unbearable at first, making her scream in agony. The stones felt like giant bullets being fired toward her body. But now she could feel cool, numbing spots all over her form, as if some parts of her body had already given up. Her breathing became hitched as she struggled to take in air when suddenly ten wagons full of armed men, wearing peaked caps, and a car leading them stopped behind the crowd. The men fired guns in the air dispersing the crowd sideways and creating a safety barrier for the man and woman getting off the car. The woman announced in a voice clear and loud as water from a running stream, “We’ll take it from here!”

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peakyxtommy #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #aberama gold #bonnie gold

[fortuositywritings]

Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all. 

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow. 

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong. 

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous. 

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says. 

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff. 

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him. 

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for. 

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside. 

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder. 

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks. 

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing. 

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves. 

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh. 

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends. 

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks. 

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end. 

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round. 

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone. 

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night. 

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand. 

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke. 

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face. 

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch. 

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.” 

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you. 

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow. 

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie. 

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach. 

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands. 

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything. 

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos. 

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after. 

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you

[yourmidnightlover]

never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.  

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

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