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doodlejoltik · 2 days

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the unwinnable game

[~2.7k words. Read it here or on Ao3]

Zugzwang (from German 'compulsion to move'; pronounced [ˈtsuːktsvaŋ]) is a situation found in chess and other turn-based games wherein one player is put at a disadvantage because of their obligation to make a move.

Centuries after their battle atop Mt Coronet, Rei confronts Volo in a nondescript forest, somewhere on Pasio. But the answers he's seeking aren't so easily given.

aka. a continuation of that one dialogue cliffhanger in the Mysterious Stones chapter because I'm extremely normal about these two

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“There's something you'd like to say, isn't there… Rei?”

Volo turns around and Rei musters up the bravest expression he can.

Now that he's here, he doesn't know what to say first; all his planned questions bounce around his head, clamouring for dominance. Why are you here? How? Since when? You have a Togepi and a Togekiss? Why a tournament? What do you know about the mysterious stones?

Were we ever really friends?

That is, it takes an embarrassingly long time for Rei to respond. In the end, what he says isn’t a question at all. “That Togepi in the ruins was yours.”

Volo only shrugs. He's got a languid smile on his face. “It might've been. She likes running around.”

Internally, Rei is relieved. So he hasn't been seeing things. But he doesn't let it show on his face, and crosses his arms. “Why’d you hide from everyone for months, and only show yourself now?”

“Now, I wouldn't call it hiding,” Volo replies, waving his finger. “This is a big island, and I've made a good few acquaintances here on Pasio already! Perhaps our paths simply didn't cross.”

With the number of times Rei has visited the ruins for mysterious stone research, the odds of that are vanishingly unlikely. “But why didn't you even try? It's not like I've been keeping a low profile.” Of course, the reason is probably something like I tried to end the world and it would be awkward. And that's what Rei needs Volo to say.

The Arc Phone sits heavily in his belt satchel, recording every word.

“Oh, I was just preoccupied. The ruins here are simply fascinating! Even though they're replicas, teasing apart all the ancient cultures used in their construction is such a fruitful area of study. You know me.”

Yeah, I know you. “Find anything interesting about Arceus?” Rei snarks.

“Not particularly!” Volo shakes his head, looking disappointed. Then he perks up, and continues, “Now, Dialga and Giratina however…”

“Oh?” Rei seethes quietly. Of course he had been watching. Why hadn't Giratina said anything?

“It’s curious, isn’t it, how they have seen fit to partner themselves with new wielders?” Volo smiles. “And Palkia too, I’ve heard.”

“It is interesting,” Rei forces out, adjusting his scarf. He recalls Volo's last parting line about Arceus, all those months ago. “Nice to know that they've bonded willingly with people in this time,” he says pointedly.

Ignoring Rei's tone, Volo continues, “That man, Cyrus, who controls Palkia. What a character, wouldn't you say?”

Rei has a lot of thoughts about the Sinnohans’ decision to allow Cyrus - a man who has literally tried to remake the world and not disavowed said goal - to keep the embodiment of Space with him. He'd thought Adaman and Irida had to be joking, at first. What would the Captain think if she saw what her descendant had turned the Galaxy Team into…

“I suppose you see yourself in him.” Rei says flatly.

It's only the two of them here, in the middle of a forest, in the dead of night, so Volo should have no reason to be evasive. And yet -

“Hardly,” Volo laughs off. “Intellectual curiosity, nothing more.”

This is going nowhere. Does Volo seriously think he can fool him again? Probably not - every remark is undoubtedly purposeful, but with just enough plausible deniability to appear innocent. So maybe he just wants to mess with him. Great.

A different strategy, maybe. He’ll surely make a mistake at some point if Rei keeps pushing. “This… tournament that you proposed,” Rei says. “I suppose you're participating?”

“Naturally!” Volo says cheerfully. “Battles on Pasio are done in teams, are they not? Perhaps you'd like to-”

“No.” Rei glares at him. Oh, now, that was going too far. Going to shut that line of conversation immediately.

“So hostile,” Volo sighs. “A united Hisuian contingent would've been a sight to see. Well, the clan leaders should be more receptive, at least.”

“Not if I can help it,” Rei says, crossing his arms. He’s well aware of how childish it sounds, but the thought of his friends falling for Volo’s innocent merchant act, again, is too horrible to consider. Mentally, he rapidly revises his priorities - he has to meet with Adaman and Irida as soon as possible and explain everything. Tomorrow, ideally. Does he have the energy for that? It’s something like one in the morning, right now. He's dead on his feet. But he’ll make it happen. He has to, before Volo does.

But what if he’s already too late? When had Rei last spoken to them? The dance competition, that wasn’t that long ago, right? At least a week, maybe more, his mind supplies. He'd just been so busy… and surely they would have told him if they'd met Volo.

This little anxious spiral must be evident on Rei’s face somehow, because Volo chuckles, stepping closer. “The world doesn't revolve around you, Rei. Not here.”

“You don’t get to act all high and mighty,” Rei snaps. “Not when you’re pulling everyone along on your own strings. I suppose you think you make the world go ‘round.”

But Volo has a point, no matter how much he hates to admit it. Rei’s been assuming he was someone significant to this whole saga. The appearance of the mysterious stones coincided with his and Akari’s arrival to Pasio, after all, so was he really wrong for thinking that?

And Arceus spoke to him first. That had to mean something.

“On the contrary, I simply meant that we’re all on equal ground,” Volo says. For the first time, goes unspoken.

“I’ll still beat you,” Rei vows. He’d done it before, he could do it again. No matter if he was still favoured by Arceus or not. “Because my bonds with my Pokemon, and my friends, are real. And you don’t know what that feels like.” Though intended to be a sharp jab at Volo, instead, a deep bitterness colours those final words.

Volo’s expression twists into something briefly unreadable before it settles into a polite half-smile. “You’re quick to assume the worst of me.”

“Quick?” Rei barks out a harsh laugh. “No, it was exactly the opposite.” He’d been strung along so thoroughly, accepting every strange behaviour as simply one of Volo’s little oddities. Only up at the Celestica Ruins did those allowances start to crumble – and by then, it was too late.

Volo’s look at Rei is one of intrigue. The way Rei's seen him examining ancient ruins, like he's something Volo wants to observe, or study.

And Rei has had it. Enough dancing around the subject, trying to draw it out of Volo; clearly it’s never going to happen. “Is this all just a game to you? You tried to destroy the world! You want me to think you care about anyone?”

Volo raises an eyebrow. “That's a bold claim. Surely if that had happened, it would've ended up in the history books, somewhere.”

Well – okay. The only person who knew what happened was the Professor, sort of. And Cogita. Arceus knows how she found out. But Professor Laventon didn't know half of it, even, Rei had just incoherently vented everything emotional and hurting at him, swore him to secrecy, and then hoped that he'd never have to unpack that again.

Clearly Arceus had other designs.

“We were friends.” Rei’s voice cracks a bit, there; he hates how true it is. “I thought we were friends. But you were going to kill me for standing in your way!”

Volo frowns. “Now, why would I do that?” He takes a few paces towards Rei and smiles, purposefully, grin stretching tight across his face. “I wouldn't want to lose my favourite customer, after all!”

Stumbling backwards to regain the distance, Rei exclaims, “I’ve bought maybe one thing from you. Stop calling me that!”

“Recipient of free samples, semantics,” Volo shrugs, entirely unaffected, and Rei wars with the competing urges to punch him or bolt into the treeline.

“Play dumb all you want,” Rei hisses, “but you’ve already shown your hand. I could tell them everything. You won’t be able to fool anyone ever again.” Least of all me.

Volo tilts his head with a smirk. “Well then, why are you here?” he asks, calling Rei’s bluff.

And though he can’t know that the Arc Phone is listening in Rei’s satchel, Rei realises that his motivations must be laughably transparent. Maybe Volo thinks Akari, or Cynthia, is watching the whole thing from the treeline. The specifics of it don’t matter, really. Rei’s been outplayed from the very beginning.

Volo makes a little movement with his hand. There's a sudden rustle of movement behind Rei, and he whips around, hand on Decidueye's Pokeball -

But it's just Volo's Togepi, who warbles in alarm and quickly toddles past him.

“What would people rather believe in?” Volo says lightly. “The accusations of a boy who jumps at shadows?” He bends down to pick up Togepi. “Or in the innocence of their friend?”

In Volo's arms, Togepi lets out an adorable squeak.

Over the Pokeball on his belt, Rei’s hand is trembling with misfired adrenaline. He carefully drops his hand to his side and raises his head up high. “Cynthia trusts me. I’ve been here for months, and we’ve worked together on the mysterious stones since they were first found.”

“And so?” Volo shrugs. “A working relationship is hardly worth much. I thought you would've known better, with what Kamado did…”

Rei flinches.

The worst part about it all was that no matter what ulterior motives Volo might have had, back then, when he’d been thrown out into the wild with barely a few days’ worth of supplies – Volo had been there for him when nobody else was.

Volo had seen Rei fall apart and put himself back together with forced cheer. And so, he knew exactly where the cracks were, where to strike with his words to disassemble Rei all over again.

Of course Rei knows Cynthia is responsible, and smart, and has been nothing but friendly to him – but he doesn't really know her, does he? And Volo is her ancestor. Which is pretty obvious, honestly. She’d probably like him immediately.

Just like everyone else did. Including Rei.

“Besides, you're not the only one who's been making friends in high places,” Volo adds smoothly. “I’ve heard that Bettie’s word is quite well regarded.”

So now that Rei had wised up to Volo's true nature, he'd gone and found himself new people to use. “You’ve always been like this, then,” Rei huffs. None of it had been real; their entire ‘friendship’ had been predicated on Rei's usefulness. “They deserve to know the truth about you.”

“Truth? Or your own opinion?” Volo scoffs. “You think so highly of yourself, Rei, but you're not the beloved Hero of Hisui here. No…” he smiles. “You're entirely ordinary. Do remember, it was everyone in that stadium who heard Arceus' voice.”

Admittedly, that stings. He'd thought - maybe - that Arceus was finally telling him why He'd brought Rei here. What he was supposed to do in this strange new land. But he'd failed, unable to clearly hear Arceus’ voice.

Rei spares a thought for the Arc Phone, once a vessel for divine inspiration, now reduced to recording mortals’ petty feuds. His messages to Arceus have been left on read for months. He's probably allowed to be a bit petty, at this point.

Volo continues, “Imagine! Any one of us could become Arceus’ champion.” Togepi makes a little noise. “Yes, even you,” he says indulgently, lifting her up to face him, and she goes cross-eyed following his waving finger.

It's horribly cute, the sort of thing Rei would've been charmed by before. And it's clear Volo is no longer taking Rei seriously at all.

What starts out as a wavering thought suddenly asserts itself with startling clarity. “I don't need anything from you,” Rei realises. He'd told himself he was here for evidence, something concrete he could hold against Volo, and that was true. But beyond that, he'd been after something entirely more personal.

He can walk away.

“I don't need anything from you,” he repeats, with force this time.

Volo turns his attention away from Togepi, and this of all things is what finally seems to make him genuinely confused. “Leaving so soon, Rei?”

Rei doesn't elaborate. He turns on his heel to stalk through the forest back to civilisation. Now, because if he says anything more he doesn't know if he'll ever bring himself to stop. Because he's asking for something he'll never get.

Volo's saying something. He doesn't care to catch all the words, though some of it filters through - “challenge”, “tournament”, and “rivals” among them. The general shape of the message is clear. They'll meet again; Rei's powerless to stop that. But as best he can, he'll shake off whatever lingering grip Volo still has on him.

He doesn't stop walking as the trodden earth turns to paved cobbles under his feet, and he makes it all the way up his building's winding stairs to the little studio apartment that he's been given. Home, for now. Collapsing onto the lone armchair, he takes the Arc Phone out of his satchel and turns off the recording. Thank Arceus for divinely bestowed infinite storage, he supposes.

Rei knows that if he were to listen to it, there'd be nothing of use. Only hidden barbs and Rei’s own ugly, wounded anger. It feels fitting to delete it, to banish the whole encounter to memory, and perhaps eventually, less than that.

He doesn't, and instead tucks it away in a folder several layers deep.

Maybe Professor Laventon wrote about the whole disaster in his private diaries. Rei knows he has them, bless the man. He'd once stumbled into the Professor's office late at night, after an exhausting, terrifying escape from an Alpha, ready to tell Laventon off for sending him there – and startled the Professor fiercely, who quickly shut the manuscript he was writing with a blush. So even if Rei had sworn him to secrecy, he might have confided in the written word.

That's something he can set Cynthia on digging up, then. Even just the suggestion that Laventon, the First Pokemon Professor, had such personal writings, would probably send her into an unstoppable research frenzy. That much about her, at least, he knows. If it still existed in this era, Cynthia would almost certainly find it.

And maybe he doesn't need evidence. Not for the people who matter, anyway.

Akari’s only a few doors away, their apartments close neighbours just like back in Jubilife Village. If he wanted, he could wander over there once the sun rose, have her fantastic tamago rice, and tell her everything.

Is he ready to take that step into thin air? To trust that he'll be believed, in something that's infinitely more convoluted and improbable than the simple plea – “I don't know why the sky is red, it's not my fault, I only ever did what you told me to” –

Well. Volo might've been the last one to break his trust, but he was in no way the first.

Can he make good on those words that he’d levelled so confidently against Volo? That his bonds with his friends are real?

Akari had never doubted. And Adaman and Irida had gone against Kamado's will, risking the standing of their people, just to help him. He would be doing them a disservice if he didn't at least try.

And in this dangerous game, it might be the only winning move.

Even as he makes this decision, he feels the pull of sleep. It's offensively late, or early, in the morning now, depending on perspective, and all of this is Tomorrow Rei’s problem.

There's no energy left to even stumble to bed. Rei falls asleep right there in the lumpy armchair, hand loosely gripped around the Arc Phone, Adaman and Irida’s Poryphone numbers on the screen, ready and waiting.

And, though Rei will certainly wake up sore with a crick in his neck come the morning…

For the first time in a long while, his dreams are not restless.

#trainer rei #rei pokemon #volo #volo pokemon #pokemas #pokemon #rei #fanfiction #// tikposting #// fanfic #so. pokemas has been gripping me so hard the past couple of months #that it's even tempted me into writing fic again after three years #yes i know this is about to be rendered non canon in just a few days when the next chapter drops #but i had to get it all out beforehand because gosh there's so much story potential #(btw if you've watched the datamined version please avoid spoilers I'm waiting for official in game release. thank you!!!!)#rei tries to play the game volo's way and fails miserably: the fic #he's out here trying to set up a trap not realising it's extremely obvious #when he does realise it's ten moves into the actual game and he's in the middle of a trap himself. fun #rei pov is very fun he has many many thoughts about things #thanks for reading!!#// tikart

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jabberwockjamboree · 2 years

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im having a catboy summer >:3

#my friends started watching naruto and i remembered how much i love him #hes just really fun to draw :)#gosh he looks so dang friendly in the painted one i did lol #i unskrunglified him a little bit sorry #in the third one hes wearing those socks that look like cat feet with the bean toes #i tried haha i was drawing them from memory #gosh i forgot what a pain it is to write the love character on gaaras forehead #anyway #naruto #kankuro #temari #gaara #artdump!#its almost 1:30am haha

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Got any fluff pieces for the sparkling kids in there? Taking place after the whole "we consent to using the artifact" thing, though. Maybe Miko snuggling up with Prime and her brothers after a long day?

Heck yeah! Another excuse to write for my favorite AU! Fluff coming right up lovely anon!

Growth and Zoomies

The sparklings are exhausting to handle, but normally manageable. But of course nothing remains static with three very different sparklings in the base. Optimus really should have expected his once human charges to grow like weeds, but with the stress of everything it ended up sneaking up on him.

He woke up one day to Miko going absolutely nuts in base, running and gliding from point A to B, rubbing against everything, screaming for attention, and overall being far more demanding than usual. No bot in base had any clue what was going on, and so Optimus took one for the team and went to the only other semi-reliable mech who might have an answer. And so he called up Starscream with promises of having one on one time with Miko in exchange for his help regarding the issue, as long as the base's location remained secret of course. The seeker happily agreed to the terms and within the hour he was brought to base to take a look at Miko.

His first response at seeing Miko trying to gnaw on Ratchet's finals was to laugh hysterically, much to the displeasure of the medic and most of the team before he finally composed himself and got around to explaining. After a quick lesson from Starscream, Optimus and the team were made aware of the fact that Miko's behavior stemmed from the fact that she was growing. Young flight frames become highly active during phases of growth to burn off excess energy while their frames reformat. They were also warned that she would start shedding and become incredibly clingy for anywhere from a week to a month. Of course they hardly had any time to process what they had been taught before Starscream was off playing Uncle to Miko.

Still the team managed. Optimus dealt with the insanity of Miko's "zoomies" as Smokescreen called them, constantly tolerating her crawling all over his frame and leaping from anything and everything. Meanwhile Ratchet and the team took care of Raf and Jack to the best of their abilities while picking up Miko's shed armor. Miko was tended to with increadible care due to her vulnerable state and Optimus carried her around as best he was able to keep her need for attention sated. Extra energon scouting trips also had to be made but it was all within acceptable parameters... until Jack started showing signs of growth too.

Thankfully there was no need to call another Decepticon for information as Optimus was well acquainted with war frame growth conditions and symptoms. However Optimus did have to end up requisitioning Ultra Magnus's aid to get a very much paranoid and almost feral Jack into a nest before he would calm down. He then stayed curled up around Jack for several hours, humming to him and overall keeping him calm. War frames tend to go a little berserk when growing due to how vulnerable they are during the transition, that with their plating falling off left and right to make way for new armor. As such there was no way Optimus could leave Jack alone, lest he go on a rampage fighting everyone and likely harming himself in the process.

Everything was fine for a while. Jack stayed with Optimus in his berthroom with Rafael while Miko played nearby. But soon enough their growth picked up a notch, leading their already heightened instincts to crawl to a new level of sensitivity. Jack NEEDED Optimus with him at all times, more specifically he needed to feel Optimus physically and through the bond between them. That alone was exhausting to maintain, but combined with Miko's need to play and shed her armor through activity... it led to issues.

Miko needed attention and care, but Jack also needed to feel protected and secure. Miko wanted to move and play, but Jack wanted to remain in a safe location away from prying optics with his Sire. Not to mention Rafael still needed to be kept near Optimus at all times to keep the Caretaker-sparkling bond strong. The team could only do so much for Optimus and the sparklings, with Bumblebee and Smokescreen babysitting Miko as much as they were able to give Optimus time with Jack. Arcee made valiant efforts to give Jack the sense of protection he desired but he would only remain calm in her hold for so long before he needed Optimus again. And Ratchet did try to take on the burden Rafael came with as best he was able, but nothing can beat the care of a Primary Caretaker.

It was not even three days into Miko and Jack's growth spurts that Rafael joined in as well, very nearly causing Optimus to have a nervous breakdown due to stress. He may or may not have had to shove the sparkling onto the team for a while despite the protests of his little ones to go have a silent meltdown by himself for a while, but that is neither confirmed or denied. Whatever the case, Rafael's own requirements soon became evident.

He needed to be exposed to Optimus's spark to properly imprint on him and begin truly undergoing his first major reformat. That alone would have been easy enough to handle if Rafael was Optimus's only sparkling. He could have just taken a week off and hidden away with Rafael taking care to only show his sacred source of life to his sparkling. But no, he also had to handle two other sparklings who needed directly opposing kinds of attention and care. In the end, Optimus ended up just laying around in a makeshift nest with his chassis parted slightly to give Rafael the spark signature he needed to bond. That way Miko could still play and Jack could feel secure with Optimus keeping him protected behind a small mountain of soft metals and fluffy blankets.

It was simply put, hellish for everyone involved. Optimus couldn't move more than two feet away without Jack panicking or stay still for too long lest Miko start screaming. All while having to keep the team at a distance so that he could still maintain some form of privacy with his spark being partially exposed. But by the end of what was dubbed "The Week of Trial" by the team, the sparklings were finally settled, each exhausted and free of most of their armor, leaving their soft protoform visible. Optimus, being practically dead on his pedes, fell into deep recharge as soon as Miko calmed enough to join him. Jack and Rafael had no qualms against this and soon enough the whole family was recharging in one big pile.

The team came by to check on them after it had been quiet for too long and were unable to stop the smiles that grew on their faces as they saw the wholesome scene. Smokescreen and Bumblebee quietly joined the cuddle pile and relished in the comfort of their family as well. Meanwhile Arcee and Ratchet not so subtly took about a thousand pictures to go into their very much secret (or so they like to think) file devoted entirely to capturing wholesome moments like the one playing out before them. Ultra Magnus just nodded at finally seeing the little family resting and moved to guard the door so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Bulkhead and Wheeljack weren't even allowed in the room as they were sure to wake up the slumbering pile of bots. June came in and watched with mixed sorrow and awe at seeing her son be so comfortable with Optimus but also more peaceful than she had ever seen him when he was human.

Despite the ups and downs of raising Jack, Miko, and Rafael, the team and Optimus wouldn't have it any other way.

#tfp kids as sparklings #maccadam #transformers prime #transformers #optimus prime #miko nakadai #jack darby #rafael esquivel #team prime #transformers sparklings #fluff #cute family feels #gosh I love this little au so much #its so easy and fun to write for #its like writing candy

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doverstar · 6 days

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hhhhHHHHHH - ELEVENROSE.

#no thoughts head empty only them #I am writing this oneshot and it is. LONG. and I got carried away #and I am now realizing that of ALL of the Doctor/Rose pairings? I find them easiest to write for? what.#NINE is my Doctor. you would think he'd be the easiest to write for #but oh my gosh Eleven is in my bloodstream #I am having too much fun #for everyone who sent me a prompt that was NOT elevenrose I am so sorry for the length comparison it is not fair to you #timepetals #writing #doverstar writes #doctorrose #elevenrose #doctor who #eleventh doctor #rose tyler

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tricks-n-illusions · 7 months

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@guardians-of-dreams Malachi@Silas The Jirachi looked at the Zorvul a slight concern on his face, “You look a bit hurt, I don’t mind giving you a bit of a heal pulse, but I’m not going to do it without permission,” he offered, “I don’t want to overstep any boundaries…” while he definitely seemed nice, but he also seemed a bit cautious

Silas quietly stared at the blood, he seemed... almost Indifferent to the fact he was injured, as if he didn't notice it in the first place. He showed no surprise, only taking a moment to recompose himself before he began his act once again.

The Zoroark grumbled dramatically, shaking the blood away. "Well, at least someone respects me around here. Congrats on being the only person on this stupid planet to care about "boundaries" with me. So, you want some kind of fuckin' reward? Brownie points perhaps? My undying gratitude? What will it be? Hm?" He scoffed. "Besides."

Silas's tone was uncaring, however, his gaze was nervously trained on the Jirachi, almost if he was scared they were going to be put off by his remarks. His words clearly did not match his wants at the moment. He gave some unintelligible spiel about pitying him before he let out an annoyed huff.

Silas sure as hell wasn't the type of person to openly admit when he wanted help, and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon. The best he could do was make a backhanded remark about it and hope the person he was talking to took his vague hint. Though this was likely the vaguest hint known to man sprinkled in with a side of unwanted attitude.

For a moment a sort of sadness return to his expression once he realized the position he was potentially putting himself in.

Though it didn't last long as his attitude came back in full force. Of course he had to bring in the dramatics eventually, this was Silas after all. It wouldn't be him without a side of drama.

"Put myself in a hole! Might as well make it my home at this point!" His tone was cheerful and fake. "Oh, Just wait yet, this is my redemption arc now! I repent for my unforgivable sins. All that murder? All those deaths? It was just a ruse for my pain and heartache. Obviously." For some reason there was a disgusting truth to his word. "Why don't I just do it in full force? Hm? Spill my guts."

"Oh, I can't wait to be loved and adored by the masses. Maybe North will finally fulfil her life goals and save me from my dark ways! Return me to that disgusting loving and stupid little fox I was!" "Always ready to please at a whim. Trying to make everyone love him in hopes of just a measly scrap of positive attention!"

"I'm not a fuckin' moron anymore." He huffed, "I actually grew a spine and decided to stop being everyone's cute little lapdog." His rant seemed to finally end as he gave a sigh, "As if you'd actually want to help me of your own free will. Doubt it. People ain't nice in this life. They just want something from me every single fuckin' time. You're probably that type of deity that's thinks I'm indebted to them for a merciful glance my way. Hm?"

→ Silas seems skeptical about Malachi's offer, though he's not denying it by any means. It's best to be careful with your words if your determined to continue.

[ Ask from @guardians-of-dreams ]

#tni: chrono #tni: silas rune #Silas goes on a tangent live #we got a little lurker in the background 😎 maybe someone should say something about that /hint hint #gosh im so happy to be posting here again I have so much fun with this blog I have more but depending on how this goes #that will determine what I get to do next heheh #i apologise for this blog getting word heavy alot 😅#i really enjoy writing silas content hes such a breath of fresh air from my normal stuff #tni: calamity #TNI: Seance Mentions #Chapter 1: The Introduction

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hyoqa · 2 months

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pairing: kuroda yukinari x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he was always just watching from afar

warnings: none :)

He was always watching from afar. He would watch the way you would always say you were tired, but you'd be paying full attention every class. He noticed how you would genuinely be interested in class when you enjoyed the subject, but when you didn’t you’d subconsciously frown at the work given.

When he was practicing afterschool, sometimes he’d see you walk out of school a little too late and he’d realize you were studying in the library again. He would usually just watch, but today he just really wanted to talk to you. Maybe he was feeling particularly lonely that day after you had a seating change and you sat even further away from him than before. Whatever it was, he was feeling rather impulsive today.

“Sorry, I’m going to go ride outside for a bit,” he told his teammates and rolled his road racer outside. Little did he know, most members of the team knew about his little crush, especially the third years. It was a little too obvious to not notice, because every time you were in his line of vision, he was looking at you. They had hardly ever seen the two of you talk, but all they could hope for was all the best for their vice-captain— he was always looking at you with the sweetest gaze ever.

And for the first time ever, he was stepping forward

“Okay, take your time,” Izumida said.

“Hm? Oh, thanks,” Kuroda said, unaware of what Izumida had meant.

Oh, would he just end up just walking past you again? He wanted to talk to you, but what would he say? Immediately, he knew he would probably end up just watching you from afar, unable to say anything. He sighed at the thought of that.

But to his surprise, you turned to look at him. Okay, now what does he do? What does he say?

“Oh, Kuroda!” you said, taking your earbuds out. Gosh, he loved that about you. You were probably only going to talk for a bit, there was no reason for you to put them away. Yet, at the same time, he was somewhat surprised you knew his name— you were in the same class, of course you did. Maybe he was surprised to hear you say it, rather. “Are you off to practice now?”

“Oh, yes. I’m in the road racing club... which is probably obvious now,” he said, frantically. Gosh, he was making a fool of himself, you didn’t even ask! He was just so flustered, the words weren’t coming out right.

“Of course, I know!” you said. “How would I not know Mr. Vice-Captain of our school’s pride and joy road race team! Do you have a race soon?”

“I do. Quite soon actually... on Saturday,” he said, mind blank. He was just going to answer your questions now he wasn’t capable of much more, he realized.

“Saturday! I really shouldn’t hold you up then,” you said and he scolded himself for saying that. He would’ve rather talked to you for a little longer and practiced all through the night if he had to. “Where and when is it?”

“Just up the Hakone mountain,” he said, surprised. It’s one thing to ask where, but to ask when? He was going to start having some false hope. “In the morning, at around 9.”

“Would it be weird if I show up?” you asked, a little less energetic than before, almost as though you were afraid he’d tell you not to come.

“No, not at all,” he said, a little too quickly. “...Please do.”

Immediately, your face glowed up the way he loved to see it. He could not believe you were talking to him right now.

“Then, I will definitely be there,” you said. “I’ll let you go for real now, I want to see you win that race.”

“Oh, crap, I forgot my water I’ll need to go back to get it. I’ll see you,” he said. “Thank you.”

“See you!” you said and walked off, putting your earbuds back in.

He didn’t lie, he only had one bottle when he usually carried two, but usually he’d just go on and buy something at a vending machine. However, he knew his ears were red and the last thing he wanted was for you to see. He walked back in and no one questioned how quickly he was back, (because they were all watching) which he found weird, but that was the least of his worries.

“How did it go?” Izumida asked.

“Oh, I haven’t gone yet,” Kuroda said. “I realized I forgot a water bottle.”

“No, not that,” Izumida said, finally tired of playing dumb.

“What?” he asked, then looked around and saw that quite a few more people were looking at him, eagerly waiting for him to go on. “Were you all watching??” He felt even more embarrassed than before if that was possible.

“(L/n)’s coming... on Saturday,” he said quietly, covering his face with his hand, hoping they wouldn’t see how red it was.

“Oh, you really have to win now~” Manami said, and that made Kuroda smile.

“Yeah, I really do.”

#kuroda yukinari x reader #kuroda yukinari #yowamushi pedal x reader #yowamushi pedal #yowapeda imagines #yowapeda x reader #GOSH I HATE WRITING LN OR YN #IT FEELS SO SILLY TO ME #but also i try to use no prns if possible #he is so lovely to me its insane i think he is just so serious and hard on himself like all he does is practice i love him #YOU CAN HAVE SOME FUN ITS OKAY #i really like writing like blurbs but whenever i start to write a blurb it ends up as a drabble #BUT I HAVE SO MUCH FUN WRITING FOR HIM maybe i will continue this in another part #if literally anyone finds this let alone likes this i will be so surprised again but TY FOR READING REGARDLESS !!!!#oops forgot to mention NOT PROOFREAD I FINISHED WRITING AND I HIT POST #i mean u can probably tell from the errors but SORRY #sorry i am currently copy pasting everything from my other blog including the tags so please don't mind my old rambles

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thefanciestborrower · 1 year

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So ah, bout that classic lit fic I’m working on...

#putting my favorite scrungly little man through it today lol #he’s....he’s not having it #style emulation is so much fun oh my gosh I might just write like this forever now #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #and that’s all the context you get :)

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mrs-steve-harrington · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I started working on this days ago, but my tumblr is fucky and wouldn't show me the post in my drafts. So sorry this is so late! I had to recreate it using the second ask that I'd gotten, haha.

Seeing both of these show up in my inbox made me smile so much! Always here for the chance to share my faves. Especially since I feel like they change depending on my mood, haha.

the devil on my shoulder - The Babysitter (2017) [2,740 words]

Summary:

My take on how things could have gone if the cult had needed to manipulate Cole into helping/joining the ritual rather than needing to use his blood. -- Or maybe it's not the scrapes that hurt. Maybe it's the fact that it feels like no matter what he does, he is always going to end up back here. On the ground, bruised and scraped and laughed at by people he's never done anything to.

This one is very much a just-for-me kind of fic (though it was written for a request, so I guess it's for me and that one person who gave me the jumping off point). The fandom had, I think, around 20 or less fics back when I posted it? omg I checked and there were less than 10 fics back then holy crap. And I know very few people who have actually seen either of the movies. But I fell in love with them both and am still so grateful that someone replied to my request for ideas way back when and gave me a reason to write this. It's written in a strange style that I've never replicated, but it's one of the few fics of my own that I go back to reread with semi-regularity.

anything (anything) for you - Stranger Things [5,373 words]

Summary:

Desperate not to lose Nancy, Steve proposes she date him and Jonathan at the same time. He didn't mean for the three of them to date each other. But if that's what it will take for Nancy to be willing to stay with him, he'll figure out how to be okay with it.

This fic was written for @urisarang as part of a fic exchange. Maybe the second AO3 fic exchange I ever did? I remember being so relieved to have been assigned to Uri because they would be perfectly happy for whatever angsty idea I might come up with. And wouldn't be upset if I came up with something of my own rather than working strictly from their prompts at the time. I got the idea for this while writing MY OWN prompts for whoever was assigned to me and realizing,actually, I needed to write it myself as well. Since this one there's only been one other fic that I've ever seen with a similar premise (shout out to @stevethehousewife's amazing fic Do I Mean Anything?), but I remember it being fairly popular in other fandoms and oh man. It's just. One of my favorite flavors of angst. idk, I love this fic and someday I will finish the sequel that's over 15k words long already and nowhere near done

Sleeves - Free Guy [1,684 words]

Summary:

Antwan helps roll up the sleeves of the new shirt he bought for Keys, and convinces him to let something go in the process.

Another fic that's mostly "for me", though written knowing that Uri would probably enjoy it as well. It's so wild, but like. I had only written 2 Free Guy fics at the time and was sure that was all I had in me. I would never write another one again. Then while getting ready to go to a memorial service, I was rolling up my sleeves and was hit with the image of Antwan rolling up Keys' sleeves for him and yeah. Turns out wrists are just as sexy to write about as necks are and I remember having a really good time writing this one. And man, it's hard to have fun while writing and also enjoy the end product, but this is another fic that I go back to reread sometimes.

the missing piece of me (is you) - Stranger Things [23,000 words]

Summary:

Steve has been in a relationship with Jonathan and Nancy since the week before graduation (though he's not quite sure relationship is the right word; they're something and that's already more than he ever hoped for). With them, his summer was going better than he expected when his dad first cut him off. Then Dustin came back from camp with his secret Russian code. Between the ensuing drugs and interrogation, Steve's missing pieces of his summer—he doesn't remember that he's in a relationship at all. After Star Court, Nancy and Jonathan notice the distance Steve is putting between them and worry he's realized trying to make the three of them work is too complicated; especially when they see just how comfortable he is around Robin.

Ah yes. The only big bang fic I've written since joining this fandom that I actually like. Forever and always have to thank @pterawaters for coming up with the original idea for this fic when I was struggling and stressing out trying to think of something on my own. The initial idea should have been simple enough, but then when I started writing, it took on a life of its own and suddenly I was writing a Before and After style fic and man. I am still really freaking proud of how it turned out! It's definitely one of my all time favorites. plus everyone should seriously listen to the playlist that ptera made for it because fuck, it fits the tone of the fic so well and it still lives on the main screen of my phone

The Best People He Knows - Stranger Things [3,692 words]

Summary:

Steve doesn't just drive Dustin to the dance. He comes over to help with Dustin's hair first (and gets some hugs while he's there). -- "Are you sure we have enough time?" Dustin asks, his voice urgent, not unlike how he sounded back when he convinced Steve to help him track down his demo-dog. Not that Steve blames him. School dances are harder to navigate than just about anything, including the Upside Down.

This is the very first fic I ever wrote for Stranger Things. It's probably the closest I'll ever EVER get to writing Steve Harrington in character. And even when rereading it after going to get the link, I think it still holds up. I don't know, it's a very nothing fic in that not much happens in it. But it makes me happy and I love it and I hope that people will continue to find it in the future and give it a shot.

#the babysitter 2017 #free guy #stranger things #ketwan #stoncy #thanks for the ask!#seriously #this was so much fun #gosh I miss rec lists #I can't forget to make one this year for OTHER people's fics #my writing #asks #anonymous #self recs

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padfootastic · 1 year

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should just dedicate myself to miss imp’s blog because here’s another- thing i wrote based off her prompt. @impishtubist thank u for always getting the creative juices flowing for me 💀

(this summary sounds like a whole bunch of nothing bc i was having fun being all ~whimsical and shit, but basically: harry becomes lord black, the tapestry repairs itself, and he finds a surprise addition on it)

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Magic was a fickle thing. No one knew where it came from nor how it operated. But ignorance is not the same as irreverence—every wixen in the magical world was brought up with the knowledge that Magic was to be both feared and respected. There was a sentience to it that was beyond the scope of mortal comprehension and there were warnings—stories of grave misfortune bestowed upon those who neglected this fact.

Under the broad gamut of Magic, however, lies one particularly under-studied field of Family Magics. Not much is known about it, except that families who have a long lineage to call upon have some…quirks to their magic that others don’t. Certain types of magics come easier to them, an affinity, if you will. That’s not to say that others can’t have any of their own. The Malfoys might be relatively newblooded—despite their attempts at rebranding—but their propensity for Charms hasn’t gone unnoticed. The Weasleys and their fertility magic has, despite their social status, impressed a community with such low birth rates.

So, it is fair to say that Family Magics are alive and kicking, distributed by a power unknown to everyone. The Blacks, at the height of their power, were feared by everyone—friend and foe alike. Their prowess with offensive magics was nigh unbeatable and even now, with its current state of disrepute, the old guard talks about the family in tones of awe and trepidation.

It’s what makes the fates of Sirius and Regulus Black particularly tragic. That these two, heirs who were the envy of every single family, ended up fading into notoriety and obscurity, respectively—leaving behind a family crumbling into ruins.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black…reduced to a house elf and a dilapidated house, both on the verge of falling apart.

That is, until now. Fate and Fortune colliding to breathe new life into old blood. With some personal discoveries along the way.

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bolithesenate · 5 months

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YOU ARE BORED AND I AM IN YOUR ASKS.

What's the question you've been secretly hoping someone would ask you about one of your fics?? That thing only you know, that little detail, that easter egg, that thing that every writer has. ❤️

gosh i have so many little secrets but most of them will only get touched on in the future (in the mud fic, but also others)

usually it's related to the frankly absurd amounts of worldbuilding i've been doing for serenno specifically :P

but if i had to pick one thing that is very close to my heart its that the mandalorian spy on Coruscant in Meanwhile On Mandalore is Elan Sleazebaggano, aka the disgraced former med student that wanted to sell Obi-Wan deathsticks in canon.

there were only the vaguest of hints and its something that literally is just for me

#also names. a lot of times i put quite a bit of thought behind names when i choose them for ocs #or chanon characters that need to be renamed #but im not faulting anyone for not googling my oc names whenever they crop up XD #thanks for this ask #it had me think about all the fun stuff i have planned and not yet published #like the senatorial blue guard lore #the entire flowchart of the jedi service corps subsections and powerdynamics #the diathim and half-diathim satine headcanons #why qui gon is how he is #why yoda is how he is #tarre vizsla lore #adaan kryze lore (renamed for less psychological damage for my jewish friends)#the fucking dathomiri witch conlang ive started #the high serennian conlang and how it relates to their own force traditions #and probably more #gosh there is so much #random boli thoughts #answering asks #for my fic #me writing

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scottishoctopus · 7 months

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LEMME GIVE YE A BIG SMOOCH *grabs yer face and kisses yer cheek forcefully*

"Get yer hands offuh me this instance!" Jones growled and glared, raising up his clawed arm as to make distance. "Do Ah need tah explain tah ye about personal space...AGAIN- UH?!"

#[answered]#davy jones #bill nighy #pirates of the caribbean #gosh ive missed him so much!#i forgot how fun it is to write as davy #even though hes grumpy like 90% of the time haha #im going to retire off to bed but ill be back in the morning!#sorry i had to return and then immediately go off to sleep XD

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leaderofthetransfembobagenda · 8 months

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Putting Dylan Parks through emotional turmoil is actually so much fun!

#making him emotionally attached to people and then ripping them away #gosh the pain #the emotions #it’s so much fun #writing some heartwrenching pain #Dylan is not happy #he didn’t even want to be in this situation in the first place!#and now he is having emotions *and* emotional attachment?#unbelievable #don’t let these tags fool you #I’m also very sad about what is happening to these characters #I just also enjoy writing it #dylan parks #die drei fragezeichen #the three investigators #d3f #die drei ???#My stuff D3F edition

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riisume · 1 year

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LEE DILUC MY ACTIVATION CODEWORD🏃🏃

stoic characters being broken down into giggles is my FOOD. like one finger gliding up and down his sides and ribs has diluc shaking his head, red in the face trying to hold in his laughter. but when those fingers shoot up under his arms, poor diluc cant take it anymore and bursts into bouts of giggles and shrieks. i imagine he's one to turn as red as his hair very quickly when tickled and even has crows eyes to compliment his big goofy grin <33

Omg anon you and me BOTH!!! (⺣ﻌ⺣)

Gooooosh this is all so cute- I'm absolutely thriving from this food!!

Imagine catching him by surprise? A quick, stealthy prod to the ribs or a squeeze to his sides could coax out a yelp from him! And if you continue into a tickle attack, he'd have the hardest time trying to suppress his giggles, hehe!

And yes, I agree he'd definitely blush super hard when he's getting tickled! Heaven forbid you point that out to him to tease him... (ﾉ∀` )

#anon #asks #answered #lee!diluc #genshin impact tickling #tickling #gosh that's fun I'm so happy to have people to talk about this stuff with!!#I have so much more to say but I'd probably write a novel-

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quill-pen · 1 year

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Making TikToks with Ebenezer pt.? (ModernAU / Married!Ebenezer ScroogeXF!Reader)

IDK how these are gonna go or why I'm doing this, I just thought it might be a fun/funny little thing to do sometimes. Little modern au, not-much-thought-put-into-it-because-it's-just-supposed-to-be-dumb-fun snippets. We'll see how this turns out.

Okay, I need to go to bed now. Enjoy! Or cringe. Whichever.

Inspired by this trend (I know it's old--shut up--I don't care! I find it cute, sexy, and fun!):

Pairing(s): Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Rating: Well, on FFN, I would've rated this 'T', so....

Warnings: Dom-ish!Scrooge, Sub-ish!Reader, innuendo, brief language, pet names, modern-day au (might be a warning), idiots in love who can't keep it in their pants with each other, implied sexual content, established relationship, pinned to a wall, written kind of like a script (if you don't like that style, might want to skip), camera set up and recording, children are traumatized... sort of

Summary: I mean, it's pretty much what the title says. A modern-day AU with you and Ebenezer. Eb wants to try a TikTok trend with you.

A/N: If you like this and would like to see more, by all means, drop me some suggestions in my asks.

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*Ebenezer is fiddling with the phone setup, ensuring it's angled where it needs to be. You are standing behind him, watching him curiously. He hasn't yet told you what you were doing, just that he wants to try a TikTok trend with you. Shocking, as he is never the one who initiates making TikToks--that is always your or your siblings' domain.*

Ebenezer: *Looks a bit unsure about what he's doing.* Is it recording?

You: Yeah, it's recording.*You point to the screen.* See that red line moving around there? That means you're recording.

Ebenezer: *Grins from ear to ear, clapping his hands in triumph.* Excellent. *He turns to face you fully and you turn to face him. His back is mostly towards the camera while you are mostly facing it. Your face--your reaction--is the point of this endeavor.*

You: *Smiling up at him. His excitement and happiness are completely contagious to you.* Okay, so whatcha wanna do?

Ebenezer: *Grabbing you by the waist and moving you a bit closer to the wall.* Okay, I want you right about here. *He quickly checks over his shoulder to make sure the two of you are still within view of the camera.*

You: *Already blushing a bit because his hands are on your waist, you giggle.* Whatever you want, Babe.

Ebenezer: *Assured the two of you are still in frame, he turns back to you with a smile.* All right, now I want you to do this. *He demonstrates what he wants by holding his clasped-together hands in front of him at chest height.*

You: Like this? *You clasp your hands together in the same way he showed you.*

Ebenezer: Exactly, Love. Now, go like this. *While keeping his hands clasped, he lifts a set of fingers to stick straight up.*

You: Okay. *You repeat the action shown to you, mirroring him. Once you've done that, you give him a quizzical look.* Now what?

Ebenezer: *Grabs your clasped hands with one of his, slotting his fingers in between your extended ones. (It's very easy for him to do, as his hands are so large.) Without warning, he shoves you back against the wall as he lifts your hands high above you, pinning them there: His other hand flies to grip your hip. He has you trapped against the wall as he leers down at you. The very edge of a smirk is visible to the camera and something that's part growl, part deep, rumbling hum can be heard. You are both nose-to-nose.*

You: *Your blush deepens as you gasp and stare up at him in wide-eyed surprise.* Holy fuck, Wolf! *Your eyes glaze over and darken a bit as you instinctively lift the leg he's grabbed up to his waist: His hand instinctively slides down your thigh to grip and hold the appendage in place. You are clearly very turned on by the circumstances.*

Ebenezer: *Releasing a deep, dark chuckle.* "Holy fuck Wolf" indeed, Sweetness. By all means. *He presses his body into yours, pinning you further into the wall, and cranes his neck down to give you a sound kiss that you immediately melt into. Evidently, your reaction was precisely what he wanted.*

You: *Breaking the kiss, you give him another hazy look as you try to get your breath back.* Y-You... you can't post that up. The kids follow us--w-we'll traumatize them.

Ebenezer: *Chuckling again, he takes your leg and wraps it fully around his waist. Then he strokes his hand back up your leggings-encased thigh to grip the curve of your ass, causing you to arch into him a bit with a shuddering gasp.* Let them be traumatized. It's a rite of passage every child must go through at some point. *He lowers his face to the crook of your neck and begins mouthing at your shoulder which is bared by the baggy neck-hole of your t-shirt (which is actually his shirt).*

You: *Helpless to his touch, you let your head fall back and roll to the side to give him better access. With a whimpering moan, your eyes fall closed and you surrender to his touch.* You big...*You gasp.* bad...*You moan.* wolf.... *Your knees buckle.*

Ebenezer: *Trails his tongue along your throat from the hollow at the bottom to the pulse point just under your jaw. He sucks a lingering kiss to the spot, grinning wolfishly into your flesh as you squirm and whine.* Your big bad wolf, She-Wolf.

*You both forget about the recording. Luckily it stops long before Ebenezer has you stripped naked and writhing between him and the wall. But you still have to go back and trim quite a chunk off the end because the man accidentally set the blasted thing to record for three minutes instead of sixty seconds. (At least you think it was an accident. Ebenezer would never post such things publicly, but TikTok does have that 'only me' setting....) Upon posting, the TikTok is quite tame, ending just after Ebenezer kisses you, and you edit some edgy, sexy-sounding, alternative electro-pop song titled 'Big Bad Wolf' over the top of it. (It was only appropriate, after all.)*

*In the end, regardless of how you tamed down the video, you probably should have posted it privately anyway: For the next two weeks, you and Ebenezer both notice that your siblings and the Cratchit kids can't look either of you in the eye. When your sister finally works up the courage to do so, she tells you off:*

Josie: *Pacing in front of both you and Ebenezer as you sit on the couch watching her. She has placed you on opposite ends of the couch, as far from each other as possible.* You two are way too old to be making out like teens on prom night for a TikTok--stop it! Don't you guys have some adulting to do instead?

*You and Ebenezer share looks and try to bite back guilty smiles, not having the heart to tell her that you had been adulting. Just in the best and most fun ways possible.*

Tag list: @themostanonymousscribbler @the-house-of-auditore-frye @oldmanlusting @rom-e-o

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