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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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HEY im sorry this took so long, i started this and then lost inspo but i hope you enjoy what I've come up with :)

CW: chubby fem reader, mentions of insecurities, smut, daddy kink, dom Geto and sub reader, angst but it ends fluffy, not proofread bc im just a little goblin that crawled out from under a rock sksksk

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh Getoooo 💦💕

He's so pretty and hot it's not FAIR

Anyways skskks

Yall already know i hate canon so don't expect this to fit in with the JJK universe

I do whatever i want bc it's my blog 🙄💅

So let's get into it sksksk

Now I've said this before but I'll say it again here: i think all the jjk men are chubby chasers sksksk AND THIS INCLUDES GETO

He's just much more lowkey about his attraction

I can see it now: you work at this cute lil mom-and-pop bakery and Gojo has been coming in for the pastries and to flirt and ofc he drags Geto along with him

Gojo is clearly into you and although you're flattered, he's too boisterous for your liking

You're much more interested in the tall dark haired friend he brings in with him 👀

Geto is such a looker and he's not flashy about it either. While Gojo is bragging and showing off, Geto silently pulls in your attention with a well timed glance and witty response to Gojo

He's very quiet aside from quirky remarks to his friend, but he's very polite and always returns your smile, so you've developed a bit of a crush on him over the past several weeks

You don't think he's into you though, he hasn't shown any interest or made a move like Gojo so you'll just enjoy the eye candy whenever he comes in 🤷‍♀️

Gojo is v flirty with you tho which is pretty entertaining so the two men aren't that annoying

But then comes the day that Gojo asks you out 😳

"C'mon, baby, lemme take you somewhere! We could go see a movie, get some dinner, maybe go back to my place ;)"

"Aha... i don't know ^^;"

You're trying so hard to be polite but you're just not interested in him like that, you really hope he catches the hint 😶

Meanwhile Geto is leaning against the counter staring off into space with a blank expression

Gojo excuses himself to go to the bathroom and you let out a loud sigh when he's out of earshot

"Why won't you accept his offer?"

You're confused by Geto's question but merely shrug

"I don't know, he's just not my type. He's a bit too..."

"Annoying?"

You laugh and he smiles in return

"I was gonna say energetic but whatever floats your boat."

Geto hums, tapping the counter with his forefinger, staring at the marbled surface

"Well... if you won't go on a date with him... would you go on one with me?"

HUH??? WHAT???

Turns out mister tall quiet and mysterious has been crushing on you for a hot minute!! But he knew Gojo was attracted to you so he decided to stand back and let his friend have a shot first

But since you aren't into his friend... 👀

Obvs you agree sksksk

Gojo is distraught but he gets over it quick lowkey he knew about Geto's crush the whole time and flirted with you more to try and coax him into finally asking you out

Anyways, cue the most romantic dating montage EVER 🥺💕💕💕

I'm talking fancy restaurants, walks in the park, little picnics, art museums, EVERYTHING

AND GETO IS SO PERFECT THE ENTIRE TIME 😩

You go to a restaurant? He's coaxing you to open your mouth so he can feed you a spoonful of the decadent dessert he ordered to share. Walk in the park? He's holding your hand, playing with your fingers and swinging your arm gently, smiling softly as you talk about your day. Picnic? He's lying down and inching his way closer until his head rests on your plump thighs. Art museum? He stares at renaissance paintings of barely clad voluptuous women before leaning towards your ear and whispering about how you're so much lovelier than the women decorating these walls

He's straight out of a fairytale, it's unbeLIEVABLE

One problem tho

It's been almost four months of wondrous dating and he hasn't initiated anything past gentle kisses

You've done everything to get his attention and coax him into seducing you: putting on makeup, wearing revealing clothing, inviting him to stay the night. Hell, you even shaved your pussy bc you were SURE he was gonna go down on you (which he never did ✌😔)

You're at the point where you're starting to feel insecure about his lack of physical advances

So you decide to confront him

He invites you over for a movie and takeout, so you dress up a little~

It's nothing much, just a bodycon sweater dress and some fishnets, but you're doing your best to get his attention

He's all sweet smiles when you arrive, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling you to the living room where there's already pizza waiting for you

You keep quiet as you eat and watch whatever movie he picked out, but you're not paying attention at all :(

Your pretty boyfriend Geto is wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and somehow he looks like a god 😩

You've finished eating and are cuddling up and you're trying to initiate things by curling yourself against him, pressing your breasts into his side and twirling circles on his chest

And it's just radio silence from Geto 🧍‍♀️

Come ON, the movie can't be that interesting

Your insecurities finally bubble up and you huff angrily, sitting up and moving away from him, crossing your arms

"What's the matter, love? Why the long face?"

"Nothing >:(" you're so bad at lying jesus christ sksksk

And of COURSE Geto knows how to coax the truth out of you 🙄

"Cmon, beautiful, don't be like that. I've missed you so much lately. Tell me what's wrong so I can make it better" damn, he's such a good partner sksksk

So ofc you cave—

"Are you attracted to me? Because we've been officially dating for over three months and you haven't tried fucking me and it makes me feel like you don't like how I look and I hate that :/"

"Aw, Y/N, is that what's bothering you? I'm sorry, dear, I didn't want to rush things. I wanted to wait until you were ready"

"Well, I've been ready for at least a month now and I'm mad that you haven't come onto me yet >:("

"Oh, is that it?" He's cupped your chin, turning you to face him and his mischievous smirk. "You want me to come onto you? You want me to make a mess of you and ruin you for anyone else?"

"😳... yea 🥺"

"Well, if you want something, you have to ask nicely..." WHO IS THIS MAN WHERE DID HE COME FROM??

"... would you please fuck me? 🥺👉👈"

It's like a flip has been switched, Geto's gaze turning much darker, fierce and hungry

"Good girl. Let Daddy take care of you~" DADDY??? 😳🥴💦💕

Bestie, you better be prepared bc this man is going to rock your shit like nobody's business

He kisses you so passionately that he feels like a stranger, hands wandering over your curves the way you've been dreaming about for months

Pulls your sweater dress up over your tits and starts groping you, his mouth latched onto your breasts while his hands travel over your body

Soon enough, he's got you arching your back on the couch while he fingerfucks you into oblivion, his expression still calm and collected despite how wrecked you are

Makes you cum on his fingers and sucks your slick off of them before discarding his shirt and pulling his cock out

"You want this cock, baby?" he asks real low while he's rolling on a condom. "You want me to fuck you good?"

"Yes, please Daddy!" Oh, you learn so well 💕

My dear, you better hold on tight bc this man fucks you like it's the end of the world

He's slow and purposeful at first but once you're sighing with each thrust he picks up speed and starts fucking you the way you've wanted for weeks

He makes you cum twice on his cock before he cums as well, but that doesn't mean he's done

Give him 5-10 minutes for some water and a bathroom break and he's right back to railing you over the side of the couch

Takes you in at least 3 different positions that night alone, fucking you until you're overstimulated and sore

He's so sweet and attentive afterwards, offering to shower with you or at least get a warm washcloth to wipe you down

He's leaving gentle kisses on all the marks he made and asking if you're alright

Doesn't outright ask you to sleep over but tries to get you to stay: "you had a long night, princess. You might want to regain your strength so you don't collapse on the way home" well damn when u put it like that skskks

You sleep over and he wakes you up with breakfast 🥺 brings it to you as well as water and juice 🥺 asks if there's anything else you want before eating in bed with you 🥺💕

Safe to say, yall fuck a RIDICULOUS amount after that night sksksk

No, but listen babe, Geto is inSATIABLE

You were so worried that he wasn't physically attracted to you but holy fuck he can't keep his hands off of you

I think Geto is an ass man

Like obvs he loves all of you, but he's obSESSED with your ass

Favorite body part by FAR

Has a bad habit of smacking your ass every time he sees you

Doesn't have to be hard or even sexual, he just likes feeling how soft it is and watching it jiggle

As a result, he loves fucking you from behind and watching your ass bounce on his hips

Second favorite body part is your hips n love handles

They're just so wide and soft and squishy and fit his hands so well, how could he NOT grab them tightly and slam you onto his cock?

Also a hair puller sksksk

He just loves running his fingers over your hair before grabbing a fistful and forcing you to arch your back

Plus it makes you clench around him so tight and just hhhhhh he loves it sksksk

King of oral, let's be honest sksksk

He's got the best head game from here to the pacific ocean sksksk

Omg his tongue is so LONG holy FUCK

It reaches so deep and he moves it so liquidly over your lips and he's just so good at it and he doesn't even try 😩

He loves giving head too so you'll never have to beg him honey, he's already on his knees and putting his hair on a bun sksksk

He always keeps eye contact during it too like every time you look at him he's staring at you intensely and it's so overwhelming 😖

Textbook definition of a dominant sksksk

He doesn't outright call himself a dom or ask you to be his sub, but let's be real he's such a dom sksksk

He naturally takes the lead in the bedroom, pushing your limits to make you feel the most pleasure you've ever experienced

Leads to a lot of kinks being introduced sksksk

He likes shibari! Tying you up is just a plus, what he really enjoys is seeing your body squish underneath the pressure of the rope 💕 it's like seeing his fingers squeeze your flesh till it spills over but it's EVERYWHERE and it just really turns him on

LOVES using toys on you, specifically clit toys

Loves the way you wiggle and squirm and beg him to give you a break

Leads to lots of overstimulation

But he likes edging too. Likes seeing your cute little pout when he stops fucking you, waiting till you calm down before starting again

He's such a TEASE, he's so MEAN

Will slip his hand under your skirt in public just to squeeze at your thighs

He doesn't care if people are around, if anything it turns him on more

He'd try to finger your chubby pussy while yall are out at lunch with your parents, he truly does not care :(

He likes fingering you on car rides 💕 like reaching over and pushing up your sundress and palming your fupa and just hhhhhhhhh 😖👉👈

Always pulls out. Prefers cumming on your ass, thighs, or tummy 💕 like cumming inside is okay but he prefers to paint your outsides instead

He prefers to take control, but one time when you were riding him, he tried to take the lead but you just pushed him back down on the bed and rode him until you both came and it had to have been the sexiest thing he's ever experienced

He's not a jealous man so you never have to deal with him getting pissy about guys looking at you, but he does get annoyed if you look at other ppl. You're HIS girlfriend, you're supposed to only look at HIM

It's fine tho, he's not mad. He'll just fuck you for three hours straight so you can only think of him

He seems super smug and confident, which he is, but deep down he's emotionally unavailable so you're probs gonna struggle a little in the relationship

For example, all that sweet stuff he did in the beginning? It was kind of a façade :/

Like he mainly did all those things so you would like him but that's not necessarily who he is

He's egotistical and acts like he's a god that deserves nothing but the best but tbh he's just an asshole sometimes :(

And you notice this around the six month mark, how he doesn't take you on fancy dates and doesn't really put in effort to show that he loves you

You're always the one reaching out and suggesting that you go out to do something and you're always going to his place and making him happy and it's draining :/

It's frustrating, and you know you deserve better, so you gently confront him about it and he gets so mad

You've never seen him like this before and you're absolutely shocked

He claims that your standards are just too high and you should just be happy to be with someone as great as him

Yall are practically in a screaming match and you're threatening to break up with him for not putting the same effort into the relationship as you

No but fr, you give him an ultimatum bc he's acting awful: either he treats you better or you're done

He insists that you're just being dramatic and that you'll feel better by tomorrow

Hm... okay... BYE sksksk

You grab your things and hop on outta there, heartbroken but determined to make yourself a priority and make sure you get the love you deserve

Geto is sure that you're just overreacting and that you'll be texting him soon enough saying that you miss him and that you're sorry

But three weeks pass and he hasn't heard a peep

He's trying not to freak out or sulk but every time he checks your socials and sees that you're fine, he feels his heart ache

He doesn't reach out tho, he's stubborn and petty and decides that if you're not gonna reach out then he's not gonna bother with it

That is until Gojo gets involved

Now, after you gently rejected Gojo, yall ended up becoming friends! You're actually pretty close which is nice and that continues even tho you don't interact with Geto anymore

Anyways, so one day when Gojo and Geto are hanging out, Geto notices that Gojo is on his phone a lot and jokingly asks if he got a girlfriend

"Nope! It's just Y/N :)"

And that just kills Geto

He may have a big ego, but he's always felt inferior to Gojo and knowing that his friend and his ex are still talking just makes his heart sink

He obsesses over it for days, literally losing sleep over the thought of you and Gojo hanging out, laughing and enjoying each other's company, maybe becoming more than friends

It makes sense that he would show up on your doorstep just a few days later

You already cried over him about a month ago, and at this point you're pretty sure you're over him and okay now

But ofc he shows up and ruins all that progress

You're pissed off that he's here, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously

"...hey..." he mumbles really quietly, giving a weak smile fuck you hate him so much why does he have to be so pretty and handsome

"What do you want, Geto?" He's so heartbroken to hear your cold tone, but he swallows and clears his throat

"I came by to apologize. I... I haven't been fair to you and I see that now. I shouldn't have pretended to be perfect just so you would like me, and I shouldn't have given up on you so easily. I know that I've hurt you a lot and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I regret everything I've ever done to hurt you."

He hands you the flowers, does a small nod and turns to leave

But he stops when he feels your soft hand circle around his wrist

He turns around to look at you, his face burning when he sees the gentle look in your eyes.

"Can you come in so we can talk?"

Long story short, yall talk. a LOT.

You discuss your feelings and expectations for the relationship and have a very mature conversation about how you want to proceed with all this info out in the open

You agree to give him another chance, but you don't want to dive back in too quickly. You want to take things slow and get to know the REAL him, not the prince charming that he pretended to be

It's rocky, but yall make it work and you truly love each other :)

Hmmmm what else 🤔

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. It's long and soft for a reason! Braid it and run your fingers through it and kiss his temple! Make him feel loved :(

No but lowkey he needs to be babied :( needs his pretty big girl to praise him and make him feel special :( ever since yall fought he's been worried about losing you again so he needs a lot of reassurance :(

Likes taking baths with you. He likes how your skin feels covered in soapy suds, and he hates when you shrink into yourself and try to make yourself smaller, try to take up less space

He'll force your body against his so he can truly enjoy your softness

He doesn't care if you make a fuss, he doesn't care if you're worried about being too heavy: he wants every plump ounce of yourself to press against him bc he loves you so so much

Likes cooking with you, hugging you from behind and insisting that it's easier to cut vegetables when he's cuddled up to you like this

He gets you flowers regularly bc he worries that he's not showing you how much he loves you, so you've always got a full vase in the house

His ego still shows up occasionally but at his core he's a sweet guy so you might as well keep him sksksk

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 3 years

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Born to Run / Chapter 8

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Marathon Runner f!reader (no y/n)

Rating: E (SMUT, 18+ only) - This chapter is M at MOST.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: impulsive!Marcus. Brief mentions of BDSM, including past unsafe experiences and implied unsafe BDSM practices.

Summary: The week passes. You go out with a friend, and Marcus has some plans to discuss with you.

SERIES MASTERLIST

AO3

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

Wednesday

The next morning, you left Marcus’s cabin early to do your training run, returning to your own place to shower and work. Unable to get back to sleep after you had gone, Marcus sighed and got up for the day just as the first rays of sunrise began to streak across the sky. He made himself a cup of coffee, grabbed his book, and sat on the porch to read and watch the sky change colors as the day broke.

He didn’t want this to end.

Marcus suddenly sat up straight in his chair, book forgotten. What if--?

He hurried back inside and pulled his laptop out of his messenger bag for the first time since arriving here, and switched it on. He had to check to see if--

Aha! Marcus couldn’t believe his luck as he looked at the listing page for his cabin online. Nothing was booked for the rest of the month. Holy shit. He let out a breath through his nose. There was one more thing to check before he could--. Marcus picked up his phone.

“Federal Bureau of Investigation, Art Crimes Department, this is Patricia,” said a bored female voice on the other end of the call.

“Patricia! I-it’s Marcus,” he began. “I wanted t-”

“Marcus!” He had to move the phone away from his ear momentarily. “Marcus! How are you feeling? How’s the cabin?”

“It’s…” fuck, it’s what? “It’s... amazing, actually, Patricia. I wanted to say thank you for setting it up, and apologize for being so shitty about it before I left. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I got here.” There’s an understatement, he said to himself.

“I’m so glad. You have no idea--I was worried about you, wondered how you were do-”

“Hey, listen, I have to ask you something, I need a favor,” he interrupted. “Can you look up how many weeks’ vacation I have left?”

“What??” came the voice on the other end. “Are you--you can’t be staying longer?”

“Yeah, I am, I, uh…” Marcus groped for some sort of explanation, “I just really like it here, it’s nice, peaceful, just wanted to extend the trip,” he finished lamely.

“Riiiiiiiight,” Patricia drawled. “Well, I show you’ve got, ahhh… two weeks’ PTO left. You sure you want to take all your PTO up front like this? You’ve only been here a-”

“Great! That’s amazing. Perfect. Would you be able to put in the form for me today?”

“I--sure, Marcus. Whatever you need,” she replied. Marcus could sense her suspicion, but he didn’t want to try to explain why he was requesting an additional two weeks. She would likely be concerned if she knew he was doing it for yet another woman so soon after Theresa. He understood, really. It would raise his eyebrows, too, if he was on the outside looking in. Which was why he was too scared to admit the real reason he was staying.

“You’re a lifesaver, Patricia. I really appreciate it--appreciate you. And I’m sorry again for being a dick, before,” Marcus said, hastily.

“You were under a lot of stress,” Patricia conceded. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Marcus.”

“Me too,” he said with a little laugh. “Thanks again for the favor. I’ll, uh, see you in two weeks.”

Two weeks! It felt like such a gift. Two more weeks that he could stay here, with you. Without giving it a second thought, Marcus impulsively booked the cabin for the next fourteen days. He curled his fist and gave a little arm pump in victory. Then his face fell. I’m doing it again, he thought. I’m leaping before I know what’s beneath me. But he couldn’t face the alternative--getting on an airplane back home in just a few, short days. Shit! The airplane! He opened another tab and cancelled his flight, rescheduling it to Sunday in two weeks’ time.

Now that it was all taken care of, all that was left was to talk to you.

“BISH!!!! Where hav u been?? U havent texted for like 4 days and im going INSANE. Cam is driving me up the WALL and I need sum girls time.”

You finished reading the latest text from your best friend, Kris (short for Kristina, although she would likely punch anyone who attempted to call her that). She was loud, brash, and you loved that about her--her more outgoing personality caused you to follow her into social situations that you’d probably decline on your own. And, she had the uncanny ability to sense when something was up with you.

‘Sorry, K. Been busy with running and work, but I could go somewhere tonight, maybe.’

“MAYBE???? I think u mean YES!! I’ll get Charlie to watch Cam for the nite and we can get FUCKED UP”

You let out a little puff of air out of your nose in amusement. But she was right--you should probably meet Kris tonight instead of what you really wanted to do, which was see Marcus again. You were getting WAY too attached, WAY too fast. A little girls’ night might be good for you. You could get an outsider’s perspective on the situation with Marcus, and blow off some steam. The past few days had you feeling wound up, and not just sexually. You and Marcus were becoming very intimate, very quickly. You had talked for hours last night, learning about each other, trading childhood stories, sharing your dreams, your worries for the future… You felt vulnerable around Marcus in a way that scared you, a little. And that was when you two were just talking--you couldn’t even think about how vulnerable you felt underneath him, or on your knees with him behind you, methodically taking you apart, piece by piece. He brought out an incredibly submissive side to you; he made you want to be cared for, looked after--dominated, your brain unhelpfully supplied for you--and it made you feel unsettled. It wasn’t that you didn’t know you had that preference in bed; you were quite aware of it (hence the flogger in your drawer), but Marcus was bringing it out in a way you had never experienced before. Men before Marcus had heard the word ‘dominate’ and immediately jumped to hard, rough, impersonal sex that, even if part of you liked it, left you feeling unmoored and unsafe.

(You eventually switched to dating mostly women, after a particularly uncomfortable experience with a man who proudly called himself a “dom,” but you suspected he was using BDSM as an excuse to enact his darker fantasies. You immediately stopped seeing him after the first time, where he had promptly rolled over and gone to sleep without offering any sort of aftercare, leaving you wide awake, sore, and unnerved in an unfamiliar bed.)

With Marcus, giving up your control felt markedly different. It was hard to even apply the term ‘dom’ to Marcus’s personality in the bedroom. Every action he took seemed to come from a place of extreme care. He was soft-spoken when he directed you to do anything. His main goal appeared to be making you feel as good as possible. And then there was how he cared for you that first night, after he had managed to overwhelm your senses so much that you had cried in his arms afterwards. You could get addicted to this man far too quickly. You reminded yourself that this was not a long-term arrangement. He would be gone at the end of the week, and if you got too attached, it was going to fucking hurt.

You picked up your phone again.

‘Sounds good babe. Tonight at 8, usual spot?’

Kris’s reply came almost immediately. “YES BABE C U THERE <3 <3 <3”

You backed out of the conversation with Kris and pulled up Marcus’s thread.

‘Hey, I’m going out for drinks with my friend Kris tonight, but I’d love to see you tomorrow?’

Your message was marked as ‘read’ almost immediately, making you smirk, but you wondered at the long pause before he eventually responded, “No problem, gorgeous. Hope I see you then. xoxo”

‘Try and stop me ;)’, was your reply.

Thursday was cross-training day for you--no running. Thank God. You usually did some other light activity--yoga, biking, maybe heading to the gym for some weight training. Combined with Friday’s rest day, it gave you a well-needed reprieve before your long runs on Saturday.

As you drove to Marcus’s cabin in the evening after work, you thought about your conversation with Kris the night before. You told her everything, including (especially) the incredible sex--she shrieked when you brought up the flogger, causing nearly the entire bar to turn and stare at the two of you. You explained the circumstances behind your meeting--the attack, Marcus’s intervention, his intense gaze and the way he had insisted on helping you. You kept circling back to how incredibly gentle he was, how safe he made you feel. You told her his admission about Theresa and the reasons behind his short stay in Kentucky. You laid out all your concerns, all your feelings, and Kris listened intently, occasionally licking the salt off the rim of her margarita glass.

“So,” she said, “So. He’s like, perfect for you, but he has hella baggage and leaves on Sunday.”

“That’s the long and the short of it,” you shrugged, taking a long swig of your own margarita.

“I know this is not going to be news, but here’s what you gotta do,” Kris began. “You have some fucking fun with him for the rest of the week until he leaves, and whatever you feel for him at the end, well, you’re gonna have to just deal with it, and then bury it.” She paused to take another sip. “Go fuck a bunch of girls to get over him, do what you need to. You get your fun with him, and then it’s time to bury your feelings and move on.”

You raised your eyebrows. “That’s fucking depressing, thanks.”

Kris threw her hands up. “What’s the alternative?” she said, far too loudly. “What, you guys like, stay in touch and have a long distance relationship halfway across the country with a guy you’ve only seen for a week who has a history of being really impulsive?” She shook her head. “You don’t need that stress in your life.”

You raised your glass. “So, literally fuck Marcus and then figuratively fuck my feelings?”

Kris tapped her drink against yours. “You got it, bitch. Next round’s on me.”

You cut the engine when you arrived at his cabin and took a deep breath. You could do this. It’s just fucking, right? No need to make it more than it is.

Marcus’s smile when he opened the door to you was addictive. Your mood instantly lightened as he drew you inside and immediately set to teasing your lips with his own--nibbling, pecking, and tasting your skin as he deftly worked your mouth open with his own, eventually plundering your mouth in a searing kiss that had you nearly bent over backwards. God, this man loved to kiss. Guess it stands to reason that he’d be fucking amazing at it. Still smiling, he backed you up against the hallway wall and ground his knee between your thighs, his hands wandering up and down your body, not breaking the kiss.

“Beautiful girl,” he murmured between kisses. “Missed you yesterday.”

“Apparently,” you laughed, as he grabbed handfuls of your ass and squeezed, bringing you even closer to him.

“Shit. Shit. Before we-- before I completely lose my head, I have to, uh, tell you something. Ask you something,” Marcus was saying.

“Yeah?” You said, distractedly, as you rolled your hips against his knee and kissed him again, making you both moan.

“Yes. Fuck! Yes--hang on,” Marcus chuckled. “Let’s go sit down, I do really need to talk to you.”

Sobering, you released your hold on him. “Sure, okay, we can do that.” You followed him down the hallway into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. “What’s going on?”

Marcus took a deep breath, and then let it out. You started to feel apprehensive--what was this about? What was he so nervous to tell you?

“What if,” he began, then cleared his throat. “What if, I… didn’t, uh, leave for another two weeks?” Marcus asked. “Would that be-- would you want that? Would you… spend another two weeks with me?”

Your jaw dropped. “Marcus! You-- you want to stay here? For… for me?”

He took your hand, gently. “Here’s the thing. I--” he shook his head, almost in disbelief. “I like you, I want to… I want to stay a little longer, get to know you better. I’m--I’m not ready to leave, not yet. I hope I’m not totally off the mark here, but I feel like there’s… something… between us. Something I want to explore further.” Marcus looked down at your joined hands. “And who knows, maybe… maybe in two weeks’ time, we could--” he swallowed. “be together. If you want.”

You murmured his name again, barely audible. Your heart was in your throat. He wants to stay. He wants to see where this goes. All your concerns and hangups about pursuing a relationship with this man--a man you hadn’t known for even a week, a man who was only here because of a bad breakup--promptly flew out the window. Was that impulsive of you? Fuck, yes. Was there a big chance this was going to crash and burn? Fuck, yes. Were you going to do it anyway? Fuck. Yes. You opened your mouth. There was only one thing you could say.

“Fuck, yes.”

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers (March 3rd, 2021)

Here’s our latest batch of anon ask answers! Thanks for waiting for them.

Will there be a 'Our Life' game for each season? Please say we're getting a winter one!

As of right now we’re only planning on making two, summer and fall. They take quite a while to finish and we’re not sure where we’ll be when the second OL is truly wrapped up. But it’s not impossible we can do a third. Though, four Our Life games is probably not super likely, honestly, aha. Maybe the third game, if we make one, could be switch between winter and spring or something.

What engine/engines do you use to make your games?

We use Renpy for all our projects!

For version 1.2 of OL, did you make any changes to the DLC? If so, could you post a changelog detailing what exactly (or at least a general overview)? If it's not too much trouble, could you also elaborate on the bugs/errors you fixed in the base game?

There aren’t really any changes to the DLCs, except for the voiced name DLC getting an expansion. We fixed very few small typos and added a couple extra lines. Unfortunately, we don’t have a list of exactly what all the little fixes were.

I've been playing OL and I love the characters! As soon as Baxter showed up, I knew I wanted to learn more about him! Would you consider adding him as a prospective LI in the future?

Yep, Baxter (and Derek) will be getting his own romance story as an optional DLC late in 2021! Glad you like him.

Hellooo! First off I'm a huge fan of the game and can't stop playing it. However, I was wondering about how much domestic life with Cove we'll get to see in step 4. Meaning the time before the wedding and the time after. In my game Cove and I talked about having children and I was hoping that would be an option in step 4. Either way, I cannot wait for the release and I send my best to everyone working on the production :) thanks!

I’m sorry, there’s no children or scenes after the two are married. There’s sort of endless possibilities for what that future could be like, so we unfortunately can’t depict it. You only get scenes before they’re married and, if you get the wedding DLC, you can see the day they get married. It ends there, though. But thank you for the well-wishes!

Hello! I was just wondering, so step 4 is going to be similiar to the prologue/epilogue scenes of the game. Is the Wedding DLC going to be one long scene too or will that have moments? (I love the game by the way, its ruined all other visual novels for me in the most wonderful way <3 )

Yeah, Step 4 and the wedding DLC will be like the prologues/summer ended parts of the game. There won’t be separate Moments you can play in any order. I’m really happy you like the game so much!

You said that the OL MC's birthday can't be in summer, but what if you headcanoned it to be?

You can headcanon it as being in summer! There just aren’t birthday events in the game even if you do know your MC was born in summer. We had to leave those out, since some people might not want their MC to be born in summer and then they’d miss out on extra birthday scenes because of it. It wouldn’t have been fair.

Hello!😺 I absolutely love your game!😻 I can't wait for DLS with Derek and Baxter. And I wonder if Baxter could have seen Cove and MC at the party during their first failed dance? Or is Baxter only paying attention to who he's dancing with, or is he not dancing with anyone at the soiree at all then?

Baxter isn’t really paying attention to the couples on the floor. He’s just cruising the outskirts for someone available to dance with him. So he doesn’t get any memories of the MC or Cove at that party if the two just dance with each other. It’s great to hear you like the game!

time-wise/step-wise when does the nsfw dlc take place?

It’s not super strict in terms of an exact of weeks/months, but generally it’s sometime not long after the end of Step 3.

Heya! I'm currently obsessed with Our Life (I played through the entire game on Valentine's Day, hahaha– ha... hah), and I have one silly question: if I start playing Step 3 with the less... "romantically inclined" interest levels (Fond & Disinterest), is there still a chance of getting a romantic ending with Cove? Can Cove and the MC realize "they're the one for me" in just one summer? Or... are confessions off the table completely unless at least at Crush level? Thank you in advance!

So happy you’re having fun with it! In OL1 deciding that Cove is your friend means he’s truly only a friend. You can’t decide you have a crush partway through. But we are considering doing things differently in future games.

hey i have some questions about our life

a) is there a way to be friends with that mean bowlcut kid or is he always... like tha

b. what is coves ethnicity?

A. He is always like that, haha. At least as a kid, he does grow up to be different~

B. Cove’s mom Kyra is white, but Cliff’s race doesn’t come up and players are able to headcanon it. So Cove is half white and half whatever you prefer Cliff to be.

how do you get to the two mc cut-in scenes from the new update?

Hiii! I'm doing another playthrough (it's only like my 100th time playing through the entire game) after the 1.2 update, and I was wondering how to get the new art? I also really love all the new stuff, thank you for working so hard and creating such a wonderful game :)

You can check our our CG guide on Steam for that! Thank you for the kind words.

Sorry to bother you, but I have a question about the Patreon moment. Will there be initiative settings there too? And if there aren't, will the MC lead the whole thing or will Cove lead at certain points too? Thank you~

There will still be flexibly in what you’re comfortable with and whether you want Cove to automatically do things or for choices to always be involved :]. And you don’t need to apologize!

Hello!! I wanted to ask a couple of questions about Our Life:

1. Will we able to buy all the DLC via Steam or will there be some of them only available in Patreon? Just to know if I should create a Patreon user XD

2. Will Our Life: Now and Forever be about the current MC, Cove and the other characters or will it be a game with a New MC, new romantic options and new characters?

1. There will be a Patreon-only NSFW bonus Moment. But all the normal planned DLCs will release on Steam.

2. Our Life: Now & Forever is about new characters- new MC, new family, new LI, etc.

just some small bug I noticed: even if you didn't ask Cove to dance, if he asks you at the Soiree in Step 2 later and you say yes to dancing, the MC acts like they got to dance with Cove again even if it was the first time.

Thank you for the report on that! We thought it was fixed, but I guess it didn’t work.

I was messing around with the new update and I noticed that all the hands in the firefly CGs have the same skin tone regardless of what you put in, (with the exception of the really dark skin color) is this a glitch or something?

The skin tones aren’t the same. It’s just because they’re out at night with only fireflies for light that it makes each image look dark and therefore similar. But if you line them up together it’s clear how there are changes in every option.

How long did it take to plan out and write the story for OL? Not including the programming, art stuff, or the DLC chapters, I mean just planning and writing the base game story alone. The base game story seems hefty as is, and then on top of that there's the changes to scenes depending on MC's and Cove's personalities and relationship, I'm curious how long that took

It took basically the full development time, aha. I’m someone who doesn’t fully outline a project before start and instead continues to come up with stuff as a project progresses. There were new parts to the story being created right up to near the launch. So, starting in 2016 or so to later 2020, with some breaks/hold-ups throughout that time.

Hello! I'm really, really enjoying Our Life: Beginning and Always, it was the kind of sweet, wholesome content I needed during these past months. I had a quick question, will you be making any female characters for the MC to romance? In this game or any others like it? I'm a lesbian and I'd love to have a female love interest with such well written romance as yours! Thank you so much.

Thank you for the nice comment! Our Life: Beginnings & Always won’t have a female LI since we didn’t want to treat other gender options as second fiddle to the male lead. But we have just started full production on Our Life: Now & Forever, which will have a starring female LI! There’s a silhouette glimpse of her Step 1 self here~

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katyamorrigan · 3 years

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‘A Hotel on the Board is Worth Two on the Geldstraat’ - Chp. 1!

Gang banner by @verdiris

A Hotel on the Board is Worth Two on the Geldstraat

A trunk of contraband items ends up in the hands of the Crows, but the item that piques their curiosity most is the large box labelled “MONOPOLY”. Kaz is out of the Slat for the time being, so of course they decide to play it. Was there ever a mission more likely to fail than six criminals with lethal skills and undeniable emotional ties all trying to build a make-believe empire without killing each other in the process? Answer: yes - all of the above while attempting to pull off a heist at the same time.

Turns out board games weren’t the only interesting items shipped into Fifth Harbour that afternoon, and now the Razorgulls are interested. It will take all of the gang’s effort to break into two buildings full of rival gang members, regain possession of the contraband, and make it back to the Slat in one piece. And that’s without the inherent strains of playing at business negotiations with a group of decidedly underhand friends.

Join the Crows as they cheat, steal, lie, and bribe each other, all before the heist has even begun.

I am so excited to finally get to share the fic that I have been working on for the @grishaversebigbang over the last few months - A Hotel on the Board is Worth Two on the Geldstraat! Getting to take part in the Grishaverse Big Bang 2021 has been so much fun, and I have had the honour of working with an absolutely incredible gang of artists and the loveliest beta reader. It’s been an absolute blast, and this is one of my favourite things that I’ve written. Thank you so much to everyone that I’ve worked with, and I hope that you enjoy reading and admiring the story and art that we’ve created!

Here is everyone in my gang, with links to the work that they’ve created (some art may relate to chapters of the fic that haven’t been posted yet - the fic will be posted in its entirety within the next 3 weeks and the art will be linked within the fic on the relevant lines, but also there’s nothing that will spoil the story for you, so don’t worry!):

Corporalki: @davonysus (who is the most wonderful beta reader, thank you for everything that you contributed to this story!)

Materialki:

@ciph3rrr with hilarious Crows-minus-Kaz Monopoly shenanigans from Chapter 1

@j-wirth with this brilliant Inej and Wesper moment inspired by Chapters 2 and 7

@bloodysusher with a gorgeous group moment in Chapter 7

@verdiris with some amusing Kaz geniusness from Chapter 7

@maximumbluebirdpatrol (link still to come)

@emmaxtw (link still to come)

There are 7 chapters in total, so I shall be uploading a new one every Tuesday and Saturday until 25th September. Look below the cut for an excerpt from Chapter 1, and if you want to read the full thing (and check out the collection of all the other incredible pieces created for the GVBB) then click either of the links. I hope that you enjoy!

AHOTBIWTOTG Chapter 1 Excerpt:

The front door of the Slat opened with a loud clatter, and slammed shut on itself seconds later. It made Inej jump in her seat as she sat going over ship documentation - which, as it turned out, there was a lot of - in the front room. Nina gave her a look, and Inej wrinkled her nose back at her; the Wraith didn’t startle easily, but equally, there was usually less banging of doors while she tried to organise her finances.

“Honeys, I’m home!” Came Jesper’s voice. “And I brought treats!”

“It had better be more exciting than that time you came back from Cilla’s Fry with meat pies,” Inej called back. “That was underwhelming.”

“Speak for yourself,” Nina chimed in. “I was more than happy to finish up those.”

“We know.” Matthias gave her a knowing look, and Wylan sniggered as she raised a single finger at him in response.

The bickering that came from everyone trying to work on separate projects at the same time was one of the many reasons that Inej hadn’t made it past the first page of her sailing license. That being said, she joined in the chuckling at Nina’s expense.

“Oh, it’s definitely better than Cilla’s pies, but you’ll have to take a look for yourself.”

Jesper rounded the corner, a large trunk tucked under one slim arm. His face was bright from the brisk, cold air of the streets, and a bead of sweat dropped from his chin as he deposited the luggage on the table beside Inej. She sighed heavily as the wad of pages in front of her jumped with the sudden extra weight.

“Sorry,” Jesper grinned. She just rolled her eyes fondly in response.“Come on, who wants to see what I’ve got?”

Nina, Matthias and Wylan all got up from the neighbouring table and crowded around Inej and Jesper. It was uncomfortable having so many significantly taller people stood behind her while she was sitting, so Inej scooped up her papers and deposited them on the floor, taking their place on the table so that she could get a good look at the trunk.

“Where did you get that?” Matthias asked.

“Well, our dearest Kaz decided to put me on shipment duty and I had to wait around at the Exchange for a boat full of contraband to come in. It took hours, so as soon as I saw something that looked interesting, I used my innumerable skills to swipe it so that we could take a look inside.”

““Innumerable” is a long word for you,” Nina quipped.

A bubble of laughter rose up amongst the group, and Jesper stuck his tongue out childishly. “Fine, no contraband for you.”

“No, I want to look!”

“Be nice, then. I get first dibs on anything cool because I found it.”

Matthias snorted. “What happened to the ancient rule of “finder’s keepers”?”

“I found the trunk, therefore I found anything that’s inside it by proxy.”

“Can we just open it up?” Wylan said impatiently. “I feel like we’re building expectations by arguing like this – it’s probably smuggled whiskey or something.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Kaz?” Inej asked. The others gave her a look of incredulity. “Where is he, anyway?”

There was a brief moment of looking at each other for answers, before Jesper answered decisively. “If he was so worried about what came in on the boat, he would’ve gone himself. And if he isn’t here now, then he’ll just have to accept whatever is left over from the spoils.”

“We aren’t actually pirates, you know,” Inej said.

“Not yet,” Jesper stage-whispered in reply, and Inej found herself grinning, pleased. “Gather around, then.” He beckoned everyone closer like a ringmaster at the centre of a performance.

Inej was surprised to find that her heart was actually beating faster with the thought of what might be inside. Wylan was probably right that they were getting themselves worked up over nothing, but all the same, she couldn’t help hoping that they found something rare or exciting. Perhaps it was gold? Guns? Something dangerous? You could never know when it came to the imports of Ketterdam, and for once Inej was glad for the intensity of life in the city. It could very well be something extraordinary.

The catches on the front of the trunk lifted easily, but there was a thick knot of string around the middle as well. Jesper struggled to untie it, so Inej slipped a knife from her sleeve and cut it off with one flick of her wrist. Giving her a mischievous look, Jesper dug his fingernails under the lid and with a crackle of flaking rust, the trunk opened.

On top there was a loose gauzy scarf clearly intended to keep moisture out of the trunk on the long sea voyage, which had definitely served its purpose; the red print had blotted itself onto the inside of the lid, and there were water stains on it where it had protected the rest of the cargo. Matthias and Nina went to grab it at the same time, but it ended up in Nina’s hands regardless as he passed it to her with a shy smile.

“I thought you would want it, so I was making sure no-one else got there first.”

Wylan made an exaggerated gagging noise, and Matthias’ expression quickly reverted to his familiar scowl.

“Aha!”

Jesper reached forward and pulled out two pistols, both only a little rusty and with a single blue gem stamped into the body of each. With impressive speed he turned around and mimed firing two shots at the wall before holstering them beside his favoured revolvers.

As Matthias pulled out a slim soft-covered book, Inej realised that she was far too focused on the discoveries of her friends and was going to miss out on finding her own treasures otherwise. Lifting up two more scarves – this time green and blue – she found another couple of books which she handed to Nina. Her friend’s focus was pulled away from adjusting her hair under her newly matching scarf to flicking through the pages and wrinkling her nose hard.

“I don’t recognise the language, but I can understand it well enough,” Nina mused.

“Where did the boat come in from, Jesper?” Wylan asked as he opened a small wooden keepsake box full of golden rings in varying levels of ornate decoration.

“Kaz didn’t say, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t pay much attention.”

Nina tutted and continued her reading with Matthias peering over her shoulder. With fingers now covered in rings, Wylan pulled out a long fur coat that smelt of mould. Removing its furry cuffs from the case, Inej reached into the trunk for what seemed to be the last item: a big box made of thick card, with a green cover and the word MONOPOLY emblazoned on the top. The lettering was incredibly clear, but it didn’t look as though it had been done by hand or with a printing press. It had an odd shiny feel to the outside as well, like it had been coated in order to keep out the damp.

Inej sat it on the table and lifted the lid. It came off easily, and revealed a large square of that same thick card in bright red that unfolded into a larger board with regular markings on it.

“What in the Saints’ names is that?” Nina remarked, putting down her reading material.

“I have no idea. It was at the bottom of the trunk.”

“Is it a map?” Wylan suggested.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Inej murmured as she put the board down and looked at what was left in the box.

Underneath that map-like object was a tray divided into several compartments, with little silver tokens collected in one, some colourful playing cards of an unknown variety in another, and some appealing little houses done in an unusual material in both green and red. Beside those lay a rack of what looked like currency, in the same shape and thickness as notes of kruge. Jesper immediately started rifling through it all, mixing up the various collections and inspecting them all with irregular attention. Although Wylan slapped his hand away with a tut, it clearly wasn’t out of lack of interest.

“What is it?” Nina asked again. Taking the board in her hands, she began to stumble through the words written on it.

“Collect 200… something, looks like it could be a currency symbol because it says “salary” after that, as you pass GO... Old Kent Road, another amount of money… sixty? Community chest, Whitechapel Road, same amount of money as the other square…”

As she turned it over in her hands, a slim white booklet fell out onto the table. Inej started forward and managed to snatch it up before anyone else did, although the gesture was useless as she immediately handed it to Nina, who skimmed over the first few lines and let out a delighted noise.

“It’s a game! A board game! Seems like you play by going around the board which has place names marked out on it, and you buy up the land so that you can build houses on it. And you compete to earn the most money.”

“Who’s sending weird foreign board games to Ketterdam?” Wylan said incredulously. “Are you sure it’s not got something contraband hidden in there somehow?”

Inej laughed. “Does a game based on financial gain not strike you as the most Kerch thing in the world? I can well believe a mercher bought this to educate their children on the fun of working under Ghezen.”

Wylan cracked a grin at that, and Nina snorted. She pushed the box towards him.

“Take a look if you want.”

He lifted up the tray of items and ran his fingers along the underside, then looked inside each of the little model houses as if there might be gemstones wedged in the base like on Jesper’s guns. Wylan tapped along the top of the board, but there were no hidden compartments or secret openings. It seemed as though they had genuinely come across some kind of entertainment from another country.

“Shall we play it?” Jesper said with a broad grin at everyone. “We’ve got nothing else on, have we?”

“I’m meant to have applied for my sailing license by the end of next week,” Inej said weakly, but she wasn’t much interested in her own excuse. This bizarre-looking game they had stolen by chance had already caught her attention far more than boat permits and crew-hiring documents.

“I’m happy to,” Matthias said, and Nina and Wylan nodded fervently as well.

“Perfect! Let’s not disturb everyone’s things down here, we can take it into another room.”

“Nobody’s bedrooms are big enough,” Nina complained. “Kaz is too cheap to give us enough space to actually enjoy our stay at The House of Brekker.”

“His bedroom is, though.”

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lunar-writings-love · 3 years

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College!AU - Hongjoong (ateez)

ahaha so i’m baaaack ;; super sorry for all the inactivity babes life has been weighing down on all of us i’m sure and i needed some time! This is the next installment of the college!au ateez series, and although i had planned to have hongjoong last, y’all requested him so much i wrote him next and changed the order around!

Author’s note: Bullet fic,

Warnings: like a drop of angst if u squint ?? the word sh!t appears one time i think

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Hongjoong:

he’s so cute i’m Sad

ok so Joongie is just so loved, so treasured by everyone ,, every time he enters into a room everyone just 🥺

he’ll walk into a room looking all sleepy in overalls or something and literally everyone’s parental instincts awaken from the depths of college emotional indifference and suddenly ,,

there’s world peace it’s a sight to see

so, our Hongjoongie is actually a double major!!

he’s a world lit major, and he’s minoring in gender studies so his emphasis is on analyzing feminist texts

more often than not, the best way to find hongjoong is to just go to the library on the south side of campus at odd hours at night and you’ll usually find him buried underneath a pile of books ;; (and more often than not he’ll also be sleeping because baby can’t stay awake to save his life ://)

But he really does love his major ,, and If u let him , he’ll rave hours and hours about literature; analyzing them through historical context, societal reflection, the role of women, writing style.....

....he just loves what he does and it makes everyone around him love him for it too!!

He always has extensive talks with Yeosang (an english major who took a lot of lit classes with hongjoong hint go read the yeosang!au) on american 19th century feminist writings

they started their own book club and it’s literally just them two, no other members allowed, and all they do is eat finger sandwiches and shit on misogynistic men we sTAN

HoWEVer, although hongjoong’s work in literature is impressive and respected, he’s probably better known for his second major:

music composition!

music is the love of his life ,,, no buts there’s nothing he’ll love more than his art (except maybe you aha ha ha ;)

and people knew him around campus becaaaauseeeeee ,,,,, he would usually ,,, dj at frat parties...

it wasn’t something he particularly liked, but hey money is money.

in all seriousness though, when hongjoong wasn’t reading or writing papers, he was glued to his mac producing tracks and writing lyrics

the only thing was ,,, he didn’t actually sing any of what he wrote

he never thought his own voice suited his songs, and would much rather sit on the sidelines moving along the creative direction

and although the boys usually are the ones to sing his demos,, joongie always felt like something was still ,,, missing

this is where u come in wink wonk

you’re just a lowly econ major who surprisingly !! doesn’t !! want !! to start your own fortune 500 company :DD !! wow so rare :)

anYWaYS,, you’re just doing it cuz your parents pressured you into pursuing a career with stable job opportunities and you’re kinda good at math and graphs soooo

....why not

but to be honest, you always felt trapped

you were never able to stop that feeling of impending doom when you’d open your macro-econ textbooks ,,,

or how your heart hurt when you think about the fact that your life is headed straight to an incredibly mundane future :

a desk job, an overpriced apartment that barely has enough room for you, living in constant air pollution from the city’s high carbon emissions, never finding true love, dying alone with 50 cats, taxes...you get the drift

you usually pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, negativity isn’t productive and right now you had a world economics midterm to study for

but..

not that you’d ever admit it, your true passion had always been music

you weren’t the best composer, you knew just enough piano to get you but; but you had a set of PIPES dAmN

your friends could usually find you at the dorm’s music rooms ,, and whenever you felt stress or needed to unwind, you’d usually head over to those rooms

now ,,, these rooms are soundproof // but the trick is you actually have to close the door cuz if u don’t......

everyone can hear you

and by everyone I mean the entire floor

you were doing your usual thing at the music room one night when one of your friends came in to let you know everyone would be heading over to dinner soon,, u promised only one more song before meeting them upstairs on your dorm floor

hoWEVeR, U DIDN’T REALIZE THAT WHEN YOUR FRIEND WALKED AWAY THEY LEFT THE DOOR OPEN

and soo ,, when u started singing again //// everyone heard

and by everyone i mean ???!?

hongjoong :))

and it was love at first sight ,,, or rather

,, love at first listen??

he won’t ponder over the semantics, all Hongjoong knew was that he had been looking for a voice like yours and needed you on his tracks

this man barged into the room and begged you to lend your voice for his songs

...on his knees :00

you were in shock like what were you supposed to do?

this random man stormed in and got on his knees ,,

what was next ??

marriage ????

u didn’t really say anything for a while just kinda looked him in his eyes

but then your uwu instincts kicked in--u don’t know what it is about this dude but u just wanna like give him candy or something

and so you hesitantly asked for his name

and that’s when hongjoong realized he was an IDIOT

because not only was your voice heavenly, but of course you were cute too and he just presented himself like a complete and utter maniac and He Didn’T eVEN bOTHER To TelL You hIS NAme!

he wanted the ground to swallow him up but alas

he got off his knees and shyly stuck out his hand and told you his name

you looked at him once again ,, and surprisingly

you took his hand with a small smile on your face

you ended up totally forgetting about dinner with your friends at the dining hall

because hongjoong sat beside you on the piano bench and showed you his songs and lyrics, and you....fell in love <3

you’d never connected with anyone on this type of emotional level before and it was almost sort of overwhelming

it also kinda gave you hope too ,, because here was Hongjoong ,, someone who managed to get the best of both worlds : a music and a lit degree

and you thought that maybe ,, you could do something with music too

you guys exchanged numbers and scheduled to meet at the university’s recording studio that weekend

Hongjoong composed a track and you added your own lyrics with his help--after two weeks of mixing, mastering, producing, and recording ,,, you guys officially released a single!!

you really weren’t expecting it, but hongjoong was a bit of a social butterfly and so the song became a hit on campus

people were uploading it to their social media, sharing it with friends, playing it while they worked out, it was kinda ridiculous to you

the student paper even wrote an article about it (and later you found out that the journalist was one of hongjoong’s friend’s girlfriend ,, (hint go read the yunho!au)

And when the song reached 10,000 streams, that gave you the confidence to do what you had always wanted to do

you called your parents up on a Saturday morning to tell them you were picking up a vocal performance major

you were extremely anxious for this conversation, so Hongjoong decided to stay by your side for moral support

As both of you waited with baited breath for your parents’ response, Hongjoong was also right there just ,, holding your hand so sweetly,, and that was driving YOU INSANE

(because in these past couple of months you had gotten to know Hongjoong you had mostly definitely, absolutely, completely fallen head over heels for him)

after a long moment of silence, your parents agreed

they weren’t too happy about it, but they also weren’t as against it as you thought they’d be--the only condition was that you’d continue with econ and instead double major

it would honestly be hard considering the amount of mandatory classes and performances required of the vocal performance major, but you were too happy to care

after your goodbyes with your parents, you looked over to Hongjoong with the biggest smile on your face

and it just,, absolutely melted his heart

before he could stop himself he just wrapped his arms around you and twirled you around

and then :) he gave you the softest kiss on your cheek

of course, after it dawned on him what he had done, he instantly turned red and started chucking nervously as he stuttered his words

but for you, the newfound confidence and ADRENALINE after your successful phone call with your parents, you grabbed both sides of his face and asked him if you could kiss him

Hongjoong was wide-eyed but LIKE HELL he would pass up this up

so after muttering out a shy yes, y’all kissed awwww :))

and after that, you guys became a couple!

you’d show up to the frat parties he would DJ at and would always dance like an idiot with wooyoung in the corner of the room

and you and hongjoong would always partner up for music composition and performance projects: Hongjoong would write the tracks and you’d sing for them

you guys were honestly such a soft couple

you also picked up the habit of studying sleeping at the library with hongjoong because double majoring was hard and it required a lot of work

and it just, now became a thing for people to always find you along with Hongjoong sleeping under a pile of books

you guys kept on releasing more singles after that, and are currently working on an EP!

and honestly, you were so incredibly happy

you had the most amazing boyfriend, and you were pursuing your passion

and you felt just a little bit better knowing that your future was unclear

you no longer pictured yourself at a desk job, living out an absolutely dreadful life

instead, you finally realized the multitude of opportunities at your disposal

and with Hongjoong by your side, you just knew everything in life would work out in the end!

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FEEL FREE TO REQUEST!

Love you guys! Stay safe and healthy!!

- Luna

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thelostguardianau · 4 years

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The Lost Guardian- Chapter Eight

“Heed the Silenced”

(Authors note: aha.. yknow I should probably stop making promises for this fic. Months later, w/ a chapter that doesn’t have Thomas in it, three different outlines down and i’m really just at the mercy of this fic at this point xD considering midway through writing this chapter I had to cut and rewrite an entire scene i’d spent a month on bc I’d decided that Dee had a chance at redemtion that added an actual direction and a tangable end goal to this story. So. Yeah. And!! A loud Thank You!! to @bumblebeekitten for helping me bounce ideas back & forth for this au and being my beta for this chapter!!)

Character Info & Art:

Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Polyamsanders (LAMPR/CALMR-a.k.a LAMP/CALM + Remy ‘Sleep’ Sanders)

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA DIALOG HEAVY!(sorry) Currently depicted as morally grey Deceit(subject to change in future chapters), though the side of Deceit from his first appearance doesnt make an appearance in this chapter and it is explained why, mentions of past betrayal and dark descriptions of bodily concepts, curses, limitations, and changes only really explained as possible through the lore of this au. Deceit speaks in riddles because he has to, ominous warnings. Virgil still isn’t okay mentally. Mentions of indifference to death, lack of selfworth or self preservation. (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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Brown eyes flutter open at the chilly breeze of a fan, and the ravenette’s mind comes to realize that he’s been moved from resting on his stomach to laying on his back. Groggy from his much too short nap, it takes a few moments to realize there are no warm bodies near him or under him, no breathing or chatter of familiar voices to sooth him.

The room, he realizes, is empty.

The room itself is, in fact, not Remy’s bedroom at all.

Shooting straight up, Virgil’s first clear thought is that he’s back at home. At his apartment, this time in his hoodie yet still roughed up from his latest ‘adventure’. The scene is eerily familiar, and yet he knows this time that work is not where he needs to be. It’s already daylight and his mind now knows this familiar scene, he should feel alone. Yet, this time he can hear the sound of honking cars and people, his loud neighbor from upstairs stomping around.

It doesn’t make sense as he walks to his window and peers out to see vague cars and people, he can’t even seem to make out any individual faces. It’s grey and raining outside, but there is no pattering sound against the foggy window. ‘What’s happening?’ Virgil wonders.

“Life seemed so simple a week ago, even months ago, did it not..?” A familiar voice drifts from behind him. Ice cold fear shoots down the ravenette’s spine as he recognizes the voice.

“I can hardly believe you were able to leave it, your routine. It was your everything, back when you came to terms with what you had left. Am I wrong, Virgil?” Whirling around to face the voice, Virgil finds the terrifying ex-Guardian sitting on his couch looking quite at home, if a little sheepish.

“What do you care?” He spat back, stepping back against his window.

“I am only looking out for you, you know. I have been protecting you all your life. Of all people I think I would know what is best for you, don't you think? We are connected after all, you and I.” The man sighed, making a surrendering motion with his hands.

“Why would I trust you?! You tried to kill me yesterday!” Virgil growled. “Why--h-how are you even here!?”

“False, my dear Virgil. I tried to warn you. Sure,” The guardian rolled his hand as he spoke, “I am forced to have a round-about way of speaking my truths, it is just part of my consequences it seems. But how else was I going to get you to listen to me after the others fed you lies about me? I do sincerely apologize for my other half being rough, though. I cannot quite.. Control.. Him.” The guardian tilted his bowler hat down to guiltily hide his eyes, regret briefly twisting his expression.

Finally the Guardian stood, dusting himself off as if his immaculate attire had acquired dust from just existing in his apartment. “I needed my physical body to reach yours and make our soul connection strong again, so that my soul could reach yours. However.. The pain I caused you was far from my intention. I am deeply regretful that it came down to.. That awful encounter.

“To answer your question though, Virgil, I am here because I created ‘here’. A realm made to form this illusion of being home, sweet home, just on the corner of the little street you had come to live on for the past year. It is all my doing. Where you stand is simply an illusion only you and I can access, a manipulation of your dreams and memories. The only place where the real me can talk to you mostly unhindered.” The guardian gestured to his surroundings.

“It takes only one person to flip your life on it’s head, a matter of hours to make the decision of a lifetime, and a matter of days to have completely changed your life’s direction,” He turned to Virgil, and looked him straight in the eyes, feeling distant and lost.

“And only a matter of years to succumb to the depression of the lonely consequences..”

Virgil blinked at that. The sad, longing tone had him thrown for a loop; it almost felt like the Guardian wasn't even quite talking to Virgil. “I-What..? I.. I don’t understand.”

The Guardian shook his head, snapping out of it and refocusing himself. "Nevermind that. It is time I talked to you for real, if you will have me?" The Guardian held out a hand politely, though there was no real expectation for Virgil to take it.

After a pause, Virgil gave a slight nod, still suspicious of the other's intent. The Guardian returned the nod, and his hand fell to his side.

“I am limited to the time that you rest and for now I will not be able to explain myself thoroughly, so, I ask you to understand that I do not expect you to trust me when I am done. I honestly do not expect you to ever trust me. With the mistakes I have made, I firmly believe I would not deserve it.”

Virgil blinked in surprise, not having expected his captor to admit to his faults straight off the bat.

“Okay.. Well, we’re here, might as well hear your side of the story. So.. Shoot.” Virgil said lightly, distrust and suspicion still evident in his tone and stance.

“I would assume at this point you are well aware of how the story you have been told paints me as the villain, a mastermind seeking power, immortality, and revenge? At least, that is what I am led to believe is still the story, it has been many years since I have heard the tale first hand… And... Well. Would that not be so lovely?” Virgil made a face, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“I am serious. Life would be so much easier if it was all black and white, true or false, good and bad, would it not? If those who meant well knew everything and those malicious few could not corrupt anything?” The Guardian frowned a bit, frustrated with his words that couldn’t seem to cooperate with him.

“Would it not be lovely if I could talk to you without fighting to keep from turning every honest thought into a question or theoretical statement just to let it be said? That my words could hold a meaning not forcibly disguised in the forms of fables and riddles?” The Guardian looked down lamely, his words tapering off in agitation. For a moment, Virgil waited as the Guardian was silent, contemplative. Then, the next moment the Guardian’s face scrunched up in sadness and his words were soft as he placed a hand over his golden wrist markings.

“My story is complicated, and twisted with shades of grey. One could say what I did was an attempt to keep you safe, another could say that what I did was outlandish and impulsive, and stupid. But no one will be able to tell you that what I did went according to the plan I had... at first. No one will tell you that my intention was to save you, to keep your fate safe. No one will tell you that my plan was ruined. Because there is no longer anyone who remembers what happened that night except for me,”

The Guardian’s eyes flicked up to meet the ravenette’s, a hurt look passing over his face as he continued. His steady voice now just barely trembled with uncertainty as he continued.

“No one but me and the soul who wants so desperately for everyone to forget. The soul who ripped my own in two to bury the secret, and ruin you and I both.”

“My final warning is this: Beware of the man who carries the world on his shoulders unflinchingly, he will be watching you closely. You have immunity to his power thanks to our connection, you might use this knowledge well to find the truth that lies in plain sight. However, your fate lies in the decisions you chose to make with this knowledge, I can only warn you of what might come.” The Guardian nodded solemnly, choosing to finish his cryptic warning there.

Virgil stood there, reeling with the information. Sure, he definitely wasn’t completely convinced he could trust this cryptic stranger, Guardian? Foe? Friend? Virgil wasn’t really sure what to call him anymore. But damn, his life was already so fucking crazy, this was all just fucking crazy! He could just be dreaming for all he knew.

But… Deep inside, he was hoping he wasn’t.

This was, well. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear when facing the man whose, er, body? Had originally tried to strangle him? Now he’d heard his sob story and, well, Virgil wasn’t that easy to fool, but he’d also been told that it wasn’t expected that he’d trust the guy even in the end and he didn’t really want to.

He’d been on the path to death for so long, and then just two days ago everything had changed. So much was happening, it was frankly exhausting. What the fuck was he, some book protagonist? Couldn’t he get a little time to think about all this before he went crazy?

Still, something under all his incredulity begged to hear the guardian out. He vaguely wondered how Stockholm Syndrome worked before he gave in a little. What difference did a little more crazy make in his life at this point?

“Fine, I’ll heed your warning, or whatever the fuck. But only if you can tell me what you mean when you said that this guy ripped your, uh, soul? In two.” Virgil huffed, partially relaxing. It was odd how comforting he found it to be, floating in this weird feeling imaginary world, where he could interact with objects that weren’t real. It felt like he was really standing in his home, and yet it was just built from memory.

The guardian’s solemn expression formed into a grim smile, eyes distant once more before nodding. “I will do the best that my words will allow.” Virgil nodded, and waited for the now very familiar stranger to gather his words and take a breath. Then he began, his markings lightly flashing gold.

“You find yourself whole one day, as you have always been. To be whole of body, whole of mind, both human and guardian in nature. To have conscious thought and control over your whole physical being and soul..

“You find that yourself and others of the winged variety are capable of separating your soul from your being, though only the most Elite can do it well. You find out the family you made would soon be in danger. You then find yourself lost and alone when you once had a home to call your own.

“You find yourself knowing a truth, a perilous truth. Your home is in shambles now that you are gone, yet they do not know it. This truth is at fault, but the blame is not fully your own in a world built on lies.

“The source of truth tucks itself into blankets of grey, drawing itself further from discovery with each passing day. Now only you know the truth. The source of the truth finds you, it seeks to hide you too.

“You find yourself split one day, as you have never been before. Forced apart from the body, trapped within the mind. Guardian in nature, to have conscious thought and your dying soul trapped within, a false mind piloting the puppeteered confines of a broken body with a blind goal.”

“You find you cannot control what you used to, you are a prisoner to a body that is no longer your own, mostly unconscious to the world around it. Crazed by the false emotions that fuel it.”

“The you that used to be is no longer, and has not been for over a hundred years. The world that knew you knows not of what you’ve become. Knows not of the shackles that bind you.

“The you that used to be is no longer, and will never be again.” The Guardian finished, hesitant yellow eyes meeting Virgil’s carefully. Phantom goosebumps trail down Virgil's arms as the final sentence strikes a cord in him.

Virgil found he really wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, the rawness in the other’s tone spoke volumes of the sore spot they’d reached.

“Your body rests, but your mind also needs time to process today. I shall see you when you next rest, though only if you wish to seek me. Rest well knowing that you will not be scooped from your safety once more, as I hope I’m never to do so again. And...” The guardian paused, considering their next words very carefully.

“I know it is selfish to ask... but, I hope and wish that Thomas is alright, after all this time... Do take care of him, would you?”

Virgil paused and stared, finding only concern and longing in the guardian’s expression. And, well, fuck. What a way to pull at a guy’s heartstrings.

“Er, yes. Yeah. I’ll try my best.” Virgil gave his signature mock salute, the Guardian tipping his hat in return.

“Trying is all I could ever ask of you, Virgil. Rest well, you will need it.” And with that final sentence, the world around Virgil gently grew dark, and he sunk into the comforting arms of sleep.

Despite it all, Virgil still found his mind vaguely conscious. Sluggish at best, but awake nonetheless.

He figured it was likely some lingering effect from the Guardian’s dream realm, but didn’t dwell on it. His life had way too much else going on to be debating the side effects gained from Guardian powers.

First, he’d been pretty damn convinced two days ago that he was going to be a goner by the end of the month. Completely resigned to die believing that his very existence was scorned by the world he’d been unwillingly born into.

Then Patton had stumbled onto his shitty apartment’s roof, found him in all of his resigned and depressed glory, and changed his life forever.

They’d mostly skipped the whole ‘Human nature is a series of life, death, and rebirth’ spiel that guardians were known to give in these situations because... Well, It wasn’t like they’d really had time to address it before the truth about his soul had come out. That he wasn’t exactly human to begin with.

Virgil didn’t think that Guardians had ever had a situation like his before. There wasn’t a protocol for comforting a kidnapped guardian soul. It’d never been a possibility before!

So it wasn’t surprising then, that Virgil didn’t have any better of a time processing it.

His whole life, all that he’d known to be true, all that he’d believed in? Everything had been uprooted and turned on its head. He’d apparently been living a life that was not supposed to be.

Perhaps for the first time in two days, Virgil realized that the thought of his death at the end of the month had not been consistently worming into his brain. It had once been something he could never seem to stop thinking about.

The death indicated by his soul timer was now perhaps the farthest thing from his mind.

Perhaps the strangest thing so far was that he wasn’t alone anymore. He’d possibly had more physical contact with other people in the short two(three?) days since this adventure started then he’d had in the past 16 years.

And wasn’t it just the cherry on top that he’d also gotten nearly choked out by the very guardian accused of kidnapping his soul in the first place? And now he was considering trusting the damn guy.

Virgil hollowly wondered why he even cared.

Why did he care about staying alive now when he’s spent his whole life believing he never would? Up until two days ago, that belief had still been true. But now? Avoiding death was the goal, Logan had stated as much.

Really, would Virgil lose anything by trusting the banished guardian? Even if the guardian was trying to trick Virgil and got him killed, what difference would it make? That’d always been the goal before. What did he, Virgil, really have to lose?

If it happened that Virgil lived past his twentieth birthday, if he became a guardian like he was supposed to be in the first place. Would he want that? Did he want that?

He wasn’t sure. Didn’t know if he ever had been.

His life had been built on resignation to the inevitable. Nothing seemed to motivate him towards liking or hating that possibility. He was just that.

Indifferent.

And wasn’t that just the greatest revelation of the night? Finding out that you’re indifferent to living or dying.

Once this was all over, if Virgil lived that long, he would make a note to see a therapist. He knew very well that this kind of mindset was unhealthy to keep. It just couldn’t be helped that the nineteen years he’d lived with this particular affliction couldn’t be fixed by a few extra hugs and comforting words.

Even if he didn’t like the fact that death sounded like the more peaceful option.

His thoughts paused, mentally sighing at the downward spiral he’d caught himself in. It was tiring, and going nowhere.

‘For now,’ he decided, ‘I’m just going to see how this plays out. The Guardian said that none of the others remember the truth, or whatever. So, It’s a ‘he said-they said’ situation right now...’

‘I’ll have to keep an eye out for the guy that he warned me about, then. Who knows if he's as dangerous as The Guardian made him out to be. It’s hard to tell with the weird way he has to talk..’

Virgil paused again, a realization striking him. If he could have groaned, he would have. Not once had he been given or even remembered to ask for the name of said Guardian. What was he supposed to call the rogue Guardian now? He couldn’t just keep calling him The Guardian!

Amidst the disbelief of such a slip up, a foreign yet familiar feeling prodded questioningly at his conscious mind. Adding confusion into the mix of emotions, he returned the feeling with a questioning thought of his own.

He briefly heard the Guardian’s whispy voice once more, now acting with permission.

“You may call me Janus”

Then all at once, Virgil woke up.

Chapter Nine

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #lamp/calm #LAMPR/CALMR #LAMP/CALM + remy ‘sleep’ sanders #tw angst #tw long post #long fic #thelostguardianau #morally grey deceit #for the time being #the aim is that he reach sympathetic but trust aint that easy

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faelune-home · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 2021 #21: Feckless

(a/n: Another quick rush to submit this, so there is definitely some clean up near the end of this I’ll have to do when I post this edited for ao3 XD

But I realised I hadn’t written a job specific piece yet all month, and I was reminded of some astro fluff I’d done last year, which I suppose is tentatively mentioned here? If you want to read that and more of my WoL’s job learning habits, it’s here; Shuffle

But yes, a mix of wanting to write job stuffs - Jannequinard being the feckless one here, the inspo for this piece - and maybe have a Scion meet a job trainer, in this case Alphi. Which def makes me want to add another section to this given the trainers in question...but that’s for later edits, I already rushed this greatly aha.

Also, after sticking to using Fhara to refer to my WoL, and sticking to such situations where people would only know her as that, I finally got to try using “Fufu” as an adventuring alias with a crowd that would only know her as that. Finally representing the idea I’ve long had now. XD

Set after 3.2 and all that happened then. This is kind of taking my WoL’s penchant for taking on extra jobs more for the experience than to dedicate entirely to it, but then mixing that with her desire to do more to help her companions when she feels rather hopeless and lost.

Word count: 2006)

The air in Ishgard was tense following the failed peace conference in Falcon’s Nest, with uneasy whispers filling the cobbled streets and nervous glances to the skies. Alphinaud could scarcely blame the people for their wariness, having heard Nidhogg’s warning for himself. So set on revenge, he had even renounced his own kin, set on having the blood of Ishgardian and dragon alike to stain the land. And Estinien would be the one to administer the attack, against whatever will he would still possess.

The sight of his friend in such a state, the prone body of Vedofnir beneath him, skewered on his lance, had chilled Alphinaud at the time, and even still to recall it. Alongside the image of Aymeric, primed with a bow, ready to shoot his own comrade without hesitation...were it not for Nidhogg’s timely departure, that would be another companion sacrificed in the name of war.

In amongst his tormented memories of that calamitous day, he recalled Fhara’s conflicted expression. In amongst the rising roars and jeers of a hungry crowd, they were in their own bubble where not a word was said, only the share looks of pained terror at the turn of events, yet even her own fear seemed so much more. It was only later, overhearing the Fortemps family discussing the conference that he had learned more of what had happened that day, and Fhara’s own struggles with the conference, to put it lightly.

Afterwards, Fhara started going for more frequent lessons at the Athenaeum Astrologicum. So eager was she in her studies that she was often away from the manor or out of the city for days at a time. Alphinaud knew she was only keeping busy, and that he had no reason to fear for her safety, but eventually, after a few brief greetings in passing at the manor, he found himself desiring her company proper.

For all the bustle the Athenaeum Astrologicum had been put under in the recent weeks, it was surprisingly peaceful the day he arrived to visit, a welcome reprieve from Ishgard’s otherwise heavy atmosphere. Only a few students milled around within the building, hard at work studying star maps or tomes. The receptionist stood to attention at Alphinaud’s entrance, pushing aside a tome that had clearly been giving him some stress, the frustrated creases giving way to a welcoming, if affected smile.

“Good day, my young ser,” the older elezen said with a bow, “What manner of business brings you to our humble hall? A prior meeting or a dire emergency?”

“Nothing of the sort, sir, I’m merely looking for a friend,” Alphinaud stated, looking around the small space, trying to catch a glimpse of a blonde tail or the familiar pigtailed head he knew, “I’m aware that she’s made use of your establishment for study purposes?”

“Study purposes? Ah, I see,” the receptionist brightened up, after an initial look of curiosity had crossed his face, “You must mean the ever charming Miss Fufu. She does indeed study here under our own Lord Rufin, but she is out at the moment on an errand. Although I’m quite certain she’ll return soon, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I wouldn’t wish to take up space, I’d be more than happy to return later-” Alphinaud started, already making for the door, when the other man quickly said, “Come now, there’s scarcely anyone here for you to trouble! And with how much work needs getting done here and how eager the young miss is about assisting us, you’d be better waiting here to catch her lest she runs off again.”

“I...I suppose knowing her, she does have an unfortunate tendency to take on more work for herself than is necessary,” the boy mumbled, ignoring the mild pang of guilt at how often he had given her that work in the past, even if she hadn’t ever questioned it or limited herself. He’d already promised her that he wouldn’t continue to blame himself for past mistakes.

“Then stay a while, all the better to wait with company, right?” Yet before Alphinaud could agree, if only to cease the chattering man and resign himself to a corner to wait, the sound of footsteps from the back stairwell seemed to make the receptionist’s grin fall to a worn grimace.

“If I were to ask now, how much is her work that of her own, and how much of it is meant to be yours? Even if you wish to say she took it on willingly, need I remind you that you’re still behind in your own studies in comparison? And I would be very surprised if you say you’re taking the time now to read up on your necessary materials while you’ve chosen to stay behind here.” The voice of the barrage of questions appeared, a hyuran woman with cropped purple hair and wearing a long white robe not unlike that of the city clergy, and with a firm disappointed frown aimed directly at the other man.

“How kind of you to join us Lord Rufin,” the receptionist coughed, attempting to give a placating smile, “Although I was under the impression that you had other business elsewhere.”

“And I returned while you were away from your post,” she replied, expression unwavering, “I did assume you were off assisting with whatever the Observatorium needed, and I would understand given the current troubles in the city, but if it turns out it was another pointless meeting with a young lady-”

“Not at all! My uncle has me far too busy for such arrangements, I assure you,” he scoffed, “Have some faith in me. And some faith in Miss Fufu, she offered to deliver my missives so that I would have a chance at further study.” The woman, Lord Rufin, narrowed her eyes, but didn’t press him further, only nudging his cast aside tome back in front of him, and then turning to Alphinaud.

“So, you’re a friend of Fufu’s? She has spoken somewhat of her companions, but most of our time together has been advancing her studies in astromancy,” she said, casting a quick glance across the boy, as though taking stock of him. He would’ve felt uncertain of the gesture if it weren’t for the friendlier tone she addressed him with.

“Aye, she has said that she found the time to learn such arts. Although I’m rather surprised that it appears to be the Sharlayan variant of healing magicks. I would’ve thought Ishgard opposed such methods,” Alphinaud nodded, noting the star globe hung from Rufin’s back. He did recall the first time Fhara had showcased her small talents, so long before her foray into the Aery, before many of the disasters that had followed them. Minor though they were, she did have an aptitude for some healing spells.

“They were, at first,” Rufin smiled, “But with enough work and convincing, plus admittedly the Holy See’s...diminished say in matters around here, some few folk have been willing to take on the arts. It helps that even outside of any fate reading skills, astromancy is a boon to have on the battlefield, something many of the soldiers have been keen to have for aid.”

With a glance over her shoulder at the begrudgingly studious elezen at the desk, she added, more quietly for Alphinaud only, “And I suppose I have to admit that, for all he’s rather feckless when it comes to his studies vs Miss Fufu’s enthusiasm, Jannequinard was a great help in getting interest to take off amongst the other student here, and getting us the chance to showcase our skill in the first place.”

“I see,” Alphinaud nodded in response, noting the name and recognising it as a notable - for many reasons - Durendaire lord, however his curiosity was taken on another note, as he asked, “But why come all the way here to teach? Even if Ishgard eventually allowed it, knowing the Forum…”

“Yes, we had some letters and disagreements sent our way,” Rufin huffed, waving a hand in dismissal, “But in the end, they didn’t try to stop us, so I’m not going to worry about it.” Alphinaud suspected otherwise, noting how quickly she brushed aside the topic, plus his own experience overhearing his father at work, but chose better than to pursue it. It wasn’t any of his business.

At that time, the doors burst open, and Fhara appeared, panting heavily as she swept into the room, the skirts of her long gown flourishing behind her as the last of the chill wind caught it.

“I’m back! Sorry I took so long, I got rather turned around in the Crozier delivering some of the messag-” Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of her friend. “Oh, Alphinaud! I wasn’t expecti- I mean, is everything alright? Did something happen?”

“Calm yourself first,” Rufin chided gently, “You’re clearly quite flustered.”

“Please, nothing is wrong,” Alphinaud nodded, taking a seat from the table and guiding his friend to sit, “I was merely here waiting for you.” Some few seconds passed as Fhara breathed, trying to recollect herself. A tome snapped shut, and Jannequinard stepped out from the desk. “Lord Rufin, perhaps we should give these two a moment, given that the young lad came all this way to meet with his companion. And if you would be so kind, I could do with some help understanding a page or two here.” Rufin raised an eyebrow, but nodded, casting another glance at the pair before leaving with her coworker.

When the sound of footsteps ascending up the wooden stairs faded, Fhara turned to her friend and asked, “So, are you alright?”

The boy was briefly taken aback. “I’m perfectly alright. It is you I would ask that of.”

“Me?” She blinked.

“Well, it has been some time since we’ve properly seen each other these past few days. I know that you look for things to pass the time and keep you busy, of course, but I’ve been rather worried that you were almost too busy. And it seems so given how you seem rushed off your feet here.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Fhara gaped, although a guilty flick of the ear was already betraying her, “I’m just here learning from Rufin. Everything I’m doing is part of that, or doing some idle favours to show my appreciation.”

“Or lightening another’s workload to busy your own mind?” Fhara flinched at the accusation.

“But why? You’ve never been one for the healing arts other than as an idle study, more so for emergencies. I don’t wish to sound as though it’s odd to see you so invigorated for a subject, but why throw yourself into it now?” Fhara didn’t answer, her head turned down and gaze focused on the floor.

“...Is it because of the peace conference?” No reply.

“The Vault?” Her tail flicked.

“...Ysyale?”

“Yes,” she finally replied, a quiet mumble half buried into her chest, “Ysayle, and Minfilia, and Haurchefant, and everyone else. Estinien and Vedofnir, and Honoroit and Emmanelain, and that woman that tried to insight an outburst at the conference, and everyone else.” She finally looked up, wearing a guilty smile with tears already seeping from her eyes.

“I just want to help. But I don’t know what to do.” An ache pounded in his chest to see her weep. Even for someone so emotionally open, she was normally of the cheery type. To see her cry and bemoan how she couldn’t help everyone...

“You know you aren’t alone in this. I am here to help you- all the Scions are.”

“I know-”

“Don’t throw yourself into this if it's not something you really truly want. If it’s only for the sake of others. You would only bring yourself harm if you force it upon yourself.” Fhara sniffed, brushing aside the tears.

In that moment, he swore he wouldn’t leave her to shoulder it alone. He had already asked so much of her. He could spare his own strength to support her as well.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #my writing #alphinaud leveilleur #Jannequinard de Durendaire #leveva byrde #my wol #keeper of the moon miqo'te #fhara laali #heavensward #ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV

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adenil-umano · 3 years

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12 Days of Spones Day 4: Connection

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“Will you look at that?”

Leonard sat back on his heels and placed the cardboard box gingerly on the ground. It was coated in a fine layer of dust, just like all the other boxes scattered around the room. Some were half open, their contents turned over and examined. A few boxes remained tightly shut, the faded labels on the side detailing contents that Leonard wasn’t ready to see. Those boxes had remained shut for over 30 years, and if he had his way they would never be opened.

But this box was different. He leaned over and blew off the dust before opening the box. “I can’t believe she kept all of these…”

“Leonard?”

He looked up. Spock stood in the doorway with two steaming mugs in his hands. Spock had left Leonard alone most of the day, just letting him sort through all his mother’s old things, only calling him down for supper. Now he stood uncertainly just outside the room.

“I have brought coffee.”

Leonard smiled. “Thank you, darlin’. You can come in, you know.”

Spock did, padding over to him and kneeling on the rug beside him. It was an old rug, handmade by Leonard’s great, great, great grandmother. It was nice not to have to kneel directly on the hardwood with his knees the way they were.

“I see you have made progress,” Spock said as he scanned the room.

Leonard accepted one of the cups of coffee from him and took a long drink before responding. “I’ve made a little headway. But for the most part I’m just taking things out and scattering them around. I look at one thing and before I can decide what to do with it I’m distracted by something else.”

Spock nodded. “There is much to look at.”

“Mm.” He shifted to sit cross legged, cupping the mug in his hands to warm them. “I don’t think I’m going to be getting through everything tonight. Or even this week.”

“Understandable. Perhaps a break?”

Leonard glanced at the chronometer. Although it was well-past dark it was still early evening. Nights got dark fast this late in the winter. But Spock was right; his brain was fried from going through all his mother’s old things. Plus, it meant he’d been neglecting his partner.

“You poor old thing,” Leonard said. He leaned against Spock and Spock wrapped one arm around him. “I’ve been leaving you to your own devices all day. Who knows what kind of trouble you got up to?”

“I suffered through many harrowing adventures.”

He laughed. He kissed Spock’s cheek and then pulled away to rifle through the box he’d just been examining. “If we’re going to take a break, why don’t we do one of these?”

He lifted up another box with a Claude Monet painting on the cover. It was a puzzle proudly declaring itself to be 1,000 pieces.

“A puzzle?”

“I used to do them all the time as a kid.” He ran his hand over the cover, thinking back, way back, to how he had sat hunched over the kitchen table across from his mother, the both of them sorting through pieces together. “It took us days, sometimes. I suppose a puzzle like this is pretty easy for a Vulcan.”

“I have never attempted an Earth-style puzzle of this kind. I would be delighted to assist you.”

Leonard smiled. He rose, his knees creaking, and picked up his coffee and the puzzle. “Let’s get to it, then. These puzzles aren’t going to solve themselves.”

Spock had set up a little workspace on the kitchen table which he dutifully cleared away to make room for the puzzle. Leonard dumped it out haphazardly and began to sort through the pieces.

“I always went from the outside in,” he said, locating a few pieces with straight edges. “It was easier for me that way. And if you can find the corner piece--aha!” He held one up. “These are more valuable than dilithium. Treasure them.”

Spock nodded seriously. He sat beside Leonard and began to sort pieces as well. Spock pushed the edge pieces his way, and the rest he seemed to be sorting by color.

The first few pieces clicked together easily. They filled out two of the corners and started building up the right-hand side. After that, though, the going got tough; much of the image was of the same color with only slight variations from Monet’s brush strokes. Leonard would have left it for last, but Spock was transfixed by the muted yellow-brown. He carefully compared each piece to the other, holding them near what they had already completed and then pulling them away again.

“Mr. Spock, you’re a natural.”

Spock was intent on his task and didn’t look up. “I am attempting to approach the matter through logical means. Sorting the pieces by color should allow us to easily access pieces which fit near each other in the completed puzzle. Then, it is merely a matter of finding likely pieces to fill the gaps. Although, I must admit I am impressed by the manufacturer’s ability to create such similarly shaped pieces that nevertheless do not fit together.”

“It’s a skill.” Leonard found one of the pieces and clicked it into place. They were building a little peninsula of puzzle pieces.

“Tell me: is this act intended to induce frustration?”

Leonard laughed. “Intended? I don’t know about that. But it often does. I was driven to tears more than once as a kid. And a teenager. And an adult.” He smiled at the memory.

“That does not sound enjoyable.”

“It’s like life, Spock. It has its ups and downs. But unlike life, you always know exactly how well you’re doing, and how close you are to being done.”

They worked in silence for a while, connecting pieces. It took nearly an hour to solve the riddle of the right-hand side, and then they got into more interesting territory. Yellow and pale orange pieces clicked together, and Leonard admired Monet’s ability to render reflection in such a bold medium.

“Leonard, I do not mean to alarm you, but I believe we are missing several pieces.”

“That happens. They’re so small they get lost. Hell, some of them are probably still floating around the house somewhere.”

“One of them may be the corner piece.” Spock tapped the lower left-hand corner. “I have not found a piece which fits here.”

Leonard whistled. “That’s a shame. It won’t be complete without it, but maybe it’ll still look nice.”

He’d been right about Spock’s speed. As they wound down, Spock began to click pieces together faster and faster, until all Leonard had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. Spock was completely into it now, utterly focused and intent. He hardly seemed to notice that Leonard was no longer assisting him. Leonard folded his hands together over his stomach and smiled as his partner set the last piece firmly in place.

Spock sat back and surveyed their work critically. “Four pieces are missing. Including the corner. I am sorry, Leonard.” He looked beseechingly at him.

Leonard laughed. “It doesn’t matter, darlin’. I just liked putting it together with you. Shall we admire our handiwork?”

They both leaned over, examining the semi-completed rendition of Monet’s Jar of Peaches. It was a nice, simple painting, Leonard thought. He wondered if Monet had snacked on those peaches after he finished painting them.

“An interesting method of observing fine art,” Spock said.

“Not every day you get to touch the paintings. Even if it is just little cardboard cutouts of it.”

Spock turned to him and offered him a finger kiss, which Leonard happily accepted. “Thank you, Leonard. For introducing me to something new.”

Leonard curled his fingers a bit tighter. “Not exactly new. I think I did this exact puzzle with my mom, oh, sixty years ago now? I think it was fall then, though. I remember I was so excited about the peaches that she cut up a bowl for me. Fresh off the tree.” He was starting to get a little heavy-lidded. He yawned, and had to pull his hand away as his yawn turned into a stretch.

“Perhaps we should retire?”

“Mm, sounds nice.” He give Spock a kiss on the cheek, and then another, more lingering one on the lips. “You’re precious to me, darlin’.”

“As precious as a corner piece?”

He laughed. “A helluva lot more precious than that, and you know it. Now come on.” He stood and offered Spock his hand. “The bed is cold and I need my Vulcan space heater to warm me.”

Spock rose gracefully and slotted their hands together. They left the puzzle laid out on the table as they walked away, a work of art that wold span generations. Even if, occasionally, a piece or two went missing.

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Free Fall

Chapter 4 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter Synopsis: Bryce takes Heather out to distract her, while a real threat looms closer than ever.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.9k | Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of violence, stalking

Author’s Notes: I always wanted to try trampoline basketball (not sure if that's the right term?), it looked cool on videos. BUT lockdown happened, so here I am manifesting what could've been a great date night alternative. I have also long imagined to bounce around in slow motion while the chorus of Fallin' All In You by Shawn Mendes was playing on the background. Hope I made the wait for this chapter worth it. Also, disclaimer: majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song.

Please let me know if you want me to tag you for the rest of this series. Thank you for reading!

Jordan whistled as he walked through the off-white hallways, pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies forward. Although he knew that this was just a temp job, a means to an ends, it didn't mean he can't enjoy its perks.

His gray overall was already damp, as he just finished mopping the hallways of the building's seventh floor. He was heading to his last assignment for the day, which was also his favorite. His black sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor, but he didn't seem to mind. He was feeling accomplished today, seeing his art splayed across the local news. He gave himself a mental pat on the back, knowing he's running closer toward the finish line of his master plan.

He adjusted his baseball cap before tapping his key card on the scanner by the glass door, then stepped inside the empty office.

He cleared the tables of assorted food wrappers in record time. But there was a table where he liked to linger a little bit longer.

His fingers grazed on the surface of the desk - she always kept hers tidy. He read through the pages of the medical books browsing where bookmarks were sandwiched in, trying to get an idea of where she left off. He then reached out to the purple bottle of hand cream on the left side of the computer screen, and pumped it to get a few drops on his palms. He loved the jasmine scent of it, reminding him of the same fragrance of the clothes in her closet.

He tapped on the keyboard and the screen display came to life, revealing a picture of her and her mother when she was a teenager. He logged himself in, checking her emails. He found what he was looking for, and took a picture of the itinerary using his phone. He closed the applications and locked the computer, the screen display reverting back to the wallpaper earlier. He smiled sadly as he looked on, thinking what a waste it will be when her day of reckoning comes. It's a pity that she threw herself in the middle of a crossfire, so he had no choice. He felt bad for her, recalling the months of stalking he did to know her life. He always thought she was no different from him, alone in a city, no parents to turn to, no one but themselves to rely on.

After switching off the computer monitor, he retrieved his cleaning supplies and sprayed a disinfectant on the surface of her desk. He was about to wipe it when he heard the distinct beep of the electronic lock, followed by the subsequent opening of the glass door behind him.

"Oh, hey Pete," Heather waved at him as she approached. "Sorry for uhm, interrupting. I'm just here to get some of my books."

He tried to hide his initial shock, grinning goofily at her then stepped back from her desk. "No problem, doc. I'll get out of your hair so you could do whatcha have to do."

She smiled back at him. "No, no need. I'll just grab these," she took the bundle of books sitting on top of her desk, "and then these..." she trailed off as she unlocked the drawers and retrieved a small bottle of the hand cream and a few markers. She put the small items in her purse and stepped back.

"Thanks, Pete. I'll see you around," she bid him goodbye, hastily getting out of the diagnostics office.

Jordan followed her figure until she was out of his sight. He then approached the glass windows and slid his fingers in between the blinds, waiting until he saw her crossing the parking lot and got into a familiar silver Camry.

Aha, so you're with the ADA. No wonder he didn't see her with the special agent. She stayed with someone else.

It was smart for her to stay somewhere he wouldn't expect. But it didn't matter now. Phase 2 didn't concern where she lived at the moment. His lips twisted into a sinister smile, knowing she never had a clue of what was to come.

Oh doc, I'll see you soon.

***

Bryce honked his horn the moment he saw what was cradled in her arms. "Nerd alert!" he shouted.

"Ugh, shut up!" she groaned, her eyes rolling as she dropped the books into the backseat of his car.

"Seriously, Heath, you are such a dork. It's Sunday!" he said as he began driving out of Edenbrook's parking lot.

She snapped on her seat belt and leaned back, crossing her arms. "You are a hypocrite, Lahela! Deep down you know we are on the same league," she said as she glared at him.

"Nope, not at the moment, I'm no hypocrite. Do you even see me checking my phone for emails?"

"Psh, you're driving, you just can't," she ruffled her bangs, annoyed. "So, what's the plan here?"

"Lighten up, Doctor Song, have some little spontaneity!" he shuffled his shoulders as he said the last word. "I promised to distract you today, did you not trust this handsome face when you said so this morning?" Bryce pouted in an effort to mock her.

She huffed in reply, settling into silence. She did trust him. She trusted him last night when she poured out her heartbreak to him. She also chose to trust him this morning, taking up his offer to go out today. He gave a convincing pitch about what he had planned for the day. But really, Heather would take any opportunity to get her mind off from the incidents of the past two days.

Besides, it was easy to say yes to Bryce. She was comfortable around him. He reminded her of her carefree days before her life all went downhill. He balanced her out, his dazzling personality never failed to brighten up even the starkest days for Heather. And this was her darkest season in recent memory. It was just apt to let someone like Bryce shine upon it.

So she agreed to leave at noon, but asked to swing by the hospital to get some of her books so she could catch up on some reading. She wanted to stay sharp since she'll be flying back to Maryland to continue her cancer research.

Now they're driving along the freeway, she had no idea where their car is headed. After almost an hour, Bryce took an exit and then a few turns, before entering a parking lot full of cars.

"We're here!" he said as he tapped the steering wheel and turned off the ignition. She got out of the car along with him, staring at the white signage in front of the building.

"Sky zone?" Heather squinted at him, a queasy feeling rising in her stomach.

Seeing her hesitation, he practically dragged her to the front door and pushed her inside. A sight of kids and adults alike bouncing up and down on various complex trampoline structures welcomed her.

She'd never seen Bryce this giddy, who went straight to the reception to register both of them. She was left alone and dumbfounded. She had no idea a place like this in Boston existed. But all the laughter surrounding her made her suddenly excited.

He pulled her into an area full of lockers, and helped her shove her shoes and purse inside an empty one. He shoved his into another beside hers.

"So? What do you think?" Bryce walked up to the nearest trampoline platform looking at her expectantly.

"You sure you're an adult?" she said sarcastically, chuckling as she said it.

"Aha! I knew it! I just know you'll like this!" he teased. "Dibs on the first bounce!" he leaped onto one then did a backflip, as Heather watched in amazement. He did another flip, even posing midair to make it look effortless. Seeing him enjoying himself, she couldn't resist any longer and dived right in.

"This... Feels... Awesome!" she shouted to him in between bouncing, trying to propel herself higher with each jump. Bryce simply nodded back, giggling with her as they alternated between bouncing and running to the different trampoline stages in the park.

Heather never felt as exhilarated as she was at that moment. With every jump, she felt a piece of her heartbreak shedding away. In her mind, she screamed at the looming threats that washed over her the past few weeks. It was getting more and more difficult to hold on to the grudges that wrapped her heart. So she let herself go. She leaped on every surface, on every stage, on every setup. She bounced until there was nothing left of the anxieties that seemed to anchor her with heaviness in the past 48 hours.

When she started losing steam, she lifted herself with all her might and leaped into a pit of sponges, savoring the few moments of free fall. She then stood up on her feet and went down, found somewhere to sit and rest. Bryce followed her shortly after.

While they were sipping ice cold water from one of the vending machines, he watched her. She was lost in her thoughts, a pensive look in her face. He perked up when she finally spoke.

"The metaphor isn't lost in me. I get why you brought me here." she punched his arm playfully, before wiping the sweat on her forehead with a paper towel.

"I never doubted you'd get it," he nodded, his face turning serious. "Look, let me tell you a secret," he leaned forward closing the gap between them. "This is where I kinda sulk after I lose a case, or when my head gets caught up in a rut," he paused for a few moments, pursing his lips. "Look, I know you've been through some hard times recently, but in my gut I know you're tougher than that. You're strong, you're a victor, you always, always overcome. Even when things get difficult, you just leverage the situation so you could bounce back. If there's anyone who can emerge from all of this triumphantly, it's you. Because you know why? You're one hell of a woman, Heather."

He stopped himself from saying anything more and finished his speech, as he gave her an endearing look.

She was taken aback by his words, unsure how to react. It took her a few moments before it sunk in - that he was exactly right. When times did get rough, she always managed to rise above it. She didn't buckle. But she had a tendency to forget, not because she's overwhelmed, but because she buzzed right through every painful experience. She used them as stepping stones, as fuel to her dreams and desires. She only needed a rousing reminder.

And that's what Bryce gave her today. With her spirit lifted by his overwhelming encouragement, she placed her hand over his and gave it a soft squeeze. Without thinking, she planted a quick peck on his cheek.

"Thank you, Bryce. Thanks for bringing me here. I needed this." she whispered, staring back at him.

It took all of Bryce's strength to stop himself from kissing her. Instead, he settled on ruffling her damp hair, smiling brightly back at her.

"Like I said, I always got your back." He opened his arms and shrugged, a smug smile pasted on his face. "So if you're done moping around, you wanna play some more?"

Heather can't help but laugh.

They hit the trampolines again, with Bryce flipping himself and shooting into some hoops. They even had a contest, where they tried besting each other over dodge ball. They didn't stop until they got both hungry. He eventually drove them to a nearby food truck, and together they ate hotdogs and greasy fries in his car. Heather's friends called her while they were parked, inviting them both for a quick hangout at Donahues.

As they drove back into the town center in silence, she couldn't ignore the tugging in her heart that this wasn't just two friends hanging out. Yet she didn't feel guilty or confused at all. That Sunday afternoon, she felt entirely certain that she was with someone who she was supposed to be with. It didn't feel forced, exhausting or boring. It simply felt good.

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The Walmart Disaster

Heyy, I’ve just posted my first fanfiction on ao3! It’s Irondad/Spiderson, so if you like that, I’d love it if you read it! Find it on ao3! Summary: "Mr. Stark, you really didn't have to do this," Peter said as he pushed the cart through the Walmart aisles. "I wanted to, kid." Tony picked up a pack of Ticonderoga pencils. "This is the best brand of pencil here, right? You're not getting any crappy, generic pencils if I have anything to say about it." "I'm fine with off-brand school supplies, Mr. Stark!" Peter protested, trying and failing to grab the Ticonderogas out of his mentor's hands. "Seriously, I am. It's what I get every year." "Not this year," Mr. Stark said, grabbing two more boxes and dropping them in the cart. Peter put his face in his hands. This was not going well.

aka: Tony, a human disaster, takes Peter, another human disaster, school supplies shopping.

"Mr. Stark, you really didn't have to do this," Peter said as he pushed the cart through the Walmart aisles.

"I wanted to, kid." Tony picked up a pack of Ticonderoga pencils. "This is the best brand of pencil here, right? You're not getting any crappy, generic pencils if I have anything to say about it."

"I'm fine with off-brand school supplies, Mr. Stark!" Peter protested, trying and failing to grab the Ticonderogas out of his mentor's hands. "Seriously, I am. It's what I get every year."

"Not this year," Mr. Stark said, grabbing two more boxes and dropping them in the cart.

Peter put his face in his hands. This was not going well.

*** ***

When Aunt May got a job promotion, Peter was thrilled. However, the promotion meant she had to work longer hours, and the time she had off was best used for rest. The two realized only a week and a half before school was meant to start that they hadn't gone back-to-school shopping. May was going to be working almost non-stop for the rest of the summer and wouldn't have time to take Peter out- so she called Tony.

"I'm still not sure I like you," she had said on the phone, "but I can't take him shopping, and he's grown out of all his clothes. He's taking all honors classes this year and needs extra stuff, and school is coming up fast. I know you’re probably busy, but if you could just spare a few hours, I’d really appreciate-”

“Of course I’ll take him, May,” Tony had answered. “I’m not letting our favorite spider-child start his junior year of high school without any school supplies. Don’t worry, I don’t have anything important this week to do- does Wednesday sound alright to you?"

And that is why Peter found himself in the back-to-school section of Walmart with Tony Stark on a Wednesday morning.

"Let's see, what else do you need?" Tony muttered, squinting at the supply list Peter had printed out and given him. "Blunt-edged scissors. What is this, a daycare? You're fifteen, not five. You can have sharp scissors."

"But the list says-"

"I know what the list says," Tony said, "but I've suddenly decided I can't read. Fiskar's a good brand, right?"

Peter sighed. "Yeah."

This'll all be over soon, and then I can go to school pretending they were out of the safety scissors.

Oh, how wrong he was.

*** ***

"Eleven Kleenex boxes? Why do they need so many?” Tony peered down at the list in confusion. “Is everyone there sick? Should I be concerned? Should I donate?"

Peter sighed. "We don't have to get all eleven if you think that's too much. I'm sure my teachers won't miss them."

"No! Never!" Tony cried, grabbing all the boxes he could carry and dumping them in the cart. "Just because I think it's ridiculous doesn't mean I'm gonna skimp!"

*** ***

"They're out of yellow folders with brads," Peter told Tony from the next aisle.

"What?" Tony walked over to the teen and surveyed the shelves. "Those ones don't have brads?" He picked up one of the few yellow folders remaining and opened it to check inside.

"Nope," Peter replied, popping the "p".

Tony frowned and put the folder back. "Curse you, Walmart!"

*** ***

“Sixteen ounce hand sanitizer…” Tony muttered as he pushed the half-full cart through the cleaning supplies aisle. “Where the heck is that?”

“There’s hand sanitizer right there,” Peter said, pointing towards the end of the aisle.

“Yes! There it- no, that’s not right.” Tony picked up a small bottle of hand sanitizer and read the label. “This is eight ounces. The list says sixteen.”

The two looked through the whole aisle but couldn’t find a sixteen ounce bottle of hand sanitizer.

“Would buying two eight-ounce bottles count?” Peter asked.

“Wait, I’ve got one!” Tony cried, holding out a bottle he had found at the back of the shelf, hidden behind other types of hand sanitizer.”

“Okay, check,” Peter said, pulling out a pen and grabbing the list from the cart. He clicked the pen and moved to cross out the hand sanitizer when he groaned. “It says it has to be a hand pump.”

“What?” Tony’s eyes darted back and forth between Peter and the bottle of sanitizer that was obviously not a hand pump. “Crap.”

*** ***

“The next thing on the list is...manilla paper,” Tony said as Peter set a pack of ballpoint pens into the cart. “I didn’t know high schoolers still used that. Are you taking art or something? What class needs manilla paper?”

Peter snorted. “You mean vanilla paper?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “No. Manilla paper.”

Peter frowned in confusion. “What’s manilla paper?”

Tony walked into the next aisle and came back with a 100-sheet pack of the buff-colored paper. “Here you go.”

“But that’s vanilla paper!”

Tony looked at the label. “Kid, I’m pretty sure it says manilla paper. I’m not going blind yet.”

Peter grabbed the paper out of his mentor’s hand and gaped at the label. “But...but I thought...what?”

“You’ve seriously gone through eleven years of school thinking that this was called vanilla paper?” Tony laughed.

Peter’s face burned. “It’s not my fault the words sound so similar! Also, it made sense, because of the...color.” His face got redder and redder as he tried to defend himself.

Tony shook his head. “Kid, you’re the dumbest genius kid I’ve ever met, and I’m including myself.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or insult.”

“Just put the paper in the cart, kid.”

*** ***

"Ma'am, excuse me, ma'am!" Tony rushed over to a black-haired woman who was pushing a cart full of school supplies down the aisle next to them, a young girl trailing behind.

The woman stopped and turned. "Can I help you?"

He pointed to her cart. "Does that yellow folder have brads?"

The woman slowly nodded. "Yes…"

Tony grinned. "I will literally pay you two hundred dollars for that folder."

"Mr. Stark, no!" Peter shouted, walking up beside him.

Tony pulled out his wallet. "Mr. Stark, yes!"

*** ***

“Aha!” Peter exclaimed, “I found a sixteen ounce sanitizer hand pump!” He held it up proudly.

Tony frowned. “Why was it in the shoe aisle?”

Peter looked around to see if there was a hand sanitizer display and, not seeing one, shrugged. “I have absolutely no idea. But at least we have the right hand sanitizer!”

“Put it in the cart and check it off, kid.”

Peter carefully set the hand pump down and reached in his back pocket for the supply list.

He froze.

“Uh...where’s the list?”

*** ***

“How did you lose the list?” Tony asked as the two speed-walked back towards the front of the store, Tony dragging the cart behind him.

“I don’t know! It was in my pocket most of the time!” Peter said, his eyes scanning the floor for the list frantically.

“‘Most of the time’?” Tony asked. “Did you set it down somewhere?”

“Yeah,” Peter confirmed, “in the cart!”

“That doesn’t help at all!”

*** ***

“You know what, we don’t need the list,” Tony said, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “We’ve been looking for half an hour- I don’t think we’re gonna find it.” Peter sighed. “You’re right. We should just- oh my gosh, it’s right there!” He pointed to a man pushing a cart right behind Tony.

“Where?” Tony turned around and spotted the list, wedged between a large package of toilet paper and the bottom of the shopping cart. “Oh. Of course. Right underneath the toilet paper.”

“I’ll get it,” Peter said, bounding over to the man pushing the cart towards the checkout line. “Hey! Hey, sir, I’m sorry to bother you, but my school supplies list is in your cart- I don’t know how it got there, I must have dropped it somewhere and it attached to your cart- anyways, can you stop for just a second so I can grab it? I’m really sorry, sir, I don’t know how the list got there-”

“Kid!” Tony, who was trailing behind the two, snapped Peter out of his ramblings. “He can’t hear you!” “What? He can’t…” Peter looked at the man, who was still pushing his cart, oblivious to Peter’s dilemma, and his jaw dropped.

“Oh. Oh my gosh,” Peter muttered. “He-he’s got Airpods in! He can’t hear us! Oh my gosh.” He shook his head. “When did memes start applying to my life?”

“Peter, just- nevermind, I’ll do it,” Tony said, briskly walking past Peter and to the self-checkout the man had arrived at while Peter was having an existential crisis.

The billionaire tapped the man on the shoulder and waited before the man had made eye contact with him and taken out his Airpods before speaking.

“Sir, I need to grab a list that is stuck to your toilet paper, it’ll be just-”

“It’s my toilet paper, don’t take it,” the man said, glaring at Tony.

“Wh-no, I just need to-”

The man raised a finger at Tony. “If you take my toilet paper, I’ll call the authorities, I’m warning you.”

“But I’m not-”

The man put his Airpods back in and continued scanning his groceries.

Tony backed slowly out of the line.

“What was that you were saying, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked airily, walking up to stand beside him. “You’ll do it?”

“Oh, shut up,” Tony grumbled. “You didn’t do any better.”

“How are we gonna get the list now?” Peter asked. “He said not to touch the toilet paper.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “He said not to take the toilet paper. And I won’t! I’ll just grab the list real fast.” He cracked his knuckles. “Watch and learn, kid.”

Before Peter could protest, Tony dashed over to where the man was just about to finish scanning and bagging his groceries and placed a hand on the toilet paper…just as the man bent down to grab it.

The two men turned their heads to each other in what seemed to Peter like slow motion. Their eyes widened.

The man yanked his one of his Airpods out with his free hand. “Security!” he yelled. “This man is stealing my toilet paper!”

“I’m not stealing your freaking toilet paper!” Tony shouted. “I just need to grab my list! It was stuck to your toilet paper! See-” Tony looked down at the package where the list should’ve been and immediately stopped. “What? It was right here! It was right here!”

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to let go of the toilet paper,” a cashier who had come over to see what the problem was told him.

“No!” Tony said. He yanked the toilet paper out of the man’s hands and turned it over. “It’s got to be here somewhere,” he muttered.

“You’re just gonna let him take my toilet paper?” the man asked, his face red. “I’m gonna give this place a bad review.”

“I don’t think a bad review’s going to hurt Walmart, buddy,” a bystander called back.

“Where the heck is that list?” Tony said.

“Mr. Stark, we can just print a new list- it doesn’t really matter,” Peter pleaded.

“Is that Tony Stark?"

"I want my toilet paper!"

"It was just here!"

"Enough!"

*** ***

"I can't believe you got us kicked out of Walmart," Peter grumbled from the backseat of the car.

"It wasn't my fault," Tony protested beside him. "It was that crazy man with the fake Airpods!"

"They were fake?"

"Tony, if I know anything about you, it's that it's always your fault," Happy said.

Tony hmmmphed and crossed his arms.

“What are we gonna do now?” Peter asked. “We didn’t get to buy any supplies! And I’m not sure I trust you in Target. Or any store for that matter.”

“You ever heard of online shopping, kid?”

*** ***

“Hey, Mr. Stark, you’re in the news!”

“I’m always in the news, kid, what is it this time?” Tony turned around from where he was standing in the lab to see Peter scrolling on his phone.

“‘Tony Stark Caught Stealing Toilet Paper from Citizen in Local Walmart’,” Peter read, grinning. “This Wednesday, Mr. Gabriel Smith was shopping for needed supplies-”

“Oh, give me that!”

“-and was in the process of paying for his items when Tony Stark reportedly grabbed his toilet paper-”

“Peter!”

#my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #also on ao3 #irondad and spiderson #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #may parker #fanfic #writing #this is my first time doing this so we'll see how this goes

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The Carnation ~ Part 3

summary: the media always told you that the famous art critic bucky barnes is an arrogant, rude playboy and you agree, but something still draws you to him. is there a deeper reason to why he acts the way he does or is he the class A jackass you first met?

art critic!bucky x artist!reader

word count: about 2.1k

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“Ms. y/l/n, this is NYU Langone Health, you need to come to the hospital as soon as possible. James Buchanan Barnes has been in an accident.”

You didn’t bother listening to the rest of the voicemail. You were exhausted but adrenaline shot through your veins. You jerked up standing wide awake. You ran out of your apartment with desperation.

Your insults to him could not be the last words you told him, they just couldn’t. Cause though part of you hated him, part of you knew Bucky had become part of your life far more than he knew.

You sprinted down the stairs back down, the way you had just a couple of minutes prior, but with new determination. You jumped over the last couple set steps with a boom you knew would echo through the halls and would leave a couple of complaints but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care to think about why the hospital had called you instead of a family member or even Steve. You threw yourself in your car and just started pulling out. Your car was already on the road when it occurred to you you didn’t know where the hospital was.

“Shit.” You didn’t have your phone with you cause you forgot it on your couch in your haste. Your brain really wasn’t helping you out today.

The rest of the drive was a blur as you got lost in your thoughts. Everything was cloudy in your head. Somehow, muscle memory must’ve kicked in cause you made it to the hospital. You didn’t have time to be confused though, as you run in, the doors slamming open.

You quickly scanned the room looking for the front desk. You must’ve looked like a lunatic. You were breathing hard and your hair was a complete mess from running.

You still managed to reach the front desk asking, “I want to see James Barnes, he--” You gasped for breath. “--he was just in an accident, came in a couple minutes ago.”

The receptionist looked at you with a concerned look on her face but just clicked her keys on the keyboard.

“Miss, could you tell me the patient’s name?”

“James Barnes,” you told her. She typed some more.

“Are you a relative?” she asked annoyingly calm for your stressful day.

“Uh, no, I’m a--” What were you? You tentatively continued, “a friend, I’m a friend.” She looked you over.

“And your name?”

“Y/n y/l/n.” More keyboard clicking.

“Ah, yes. You’re set as one of his emergency contacts.”

What? You thought. The receptionist continued.

“James Barnes is in room 206, go right into that hallway, take two lefts.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” you said breathy.

“Oh, and--” She stopped you before you started speed walking again. “You better make it quick, he’s going to have surgery in a couple of minutes.” You nodded in acknowledgment.

You walked down the hall, two lefts counting the rooms.

“...194, 196, 198, 200, 202, 204, 206-- aha!” You were about to burst in when you realized it probably wasn’t the brightest idea, so you settled for a gentle knock. The reply came immediately.

“Who is it?” It was the same voice you had fought with on the phone a mere hour earlier, but it sounded much more gravely and in pain. You cleared your throat.

“It’s um-- it’s y/n.” The pause between his answer felt like hours even though it couldn’t have been more than a minute. You bit your lip anxiously. You heard him shift in his bed before saying, “Come in,” as if he was too weak to retort with a nasty reply.

You warily pushed the door open. There he was, looking as good as ever, on an off white hospital bed. The only change you noticed in his appearance was windblown hair, and more importantly, some blue, shockingly large shards of glass inserted in his left shoulder, bandaged with some white newly scarlet dyed medical tape. You subconsciously moved closer to him.

“...what happened to you?” you uttered under your breath without meaning to. Your arm reached out to skim his wound. He winced, his face contorting in pain. Realizing what you did you stepped back.

“Oh-- sorry, um--” You didn’t know what to say. Bucky hissed from the pain.

“It’s alright, I can handle it.” his response wasn’t full of venom, just strained. It reminded you of his voice after you had yelled at him in the car and all the guilt from before flooded back into you. You looked down at your feet.

“Hey, uh, I’m really sorry about earlier. I,” You took a shaky breath, “I didn’t mean any of it. I was just riled up. I-I understand if you if can’t forgive me, but I just needed you to know, you’re not any of those things I said.” You don’t know what you were expecting when you said that but you weren’t expecting Bucky to chuckle sadly.

“No, no, you were right. I’m arrogant and selfish. I’ve known for a while but you’re just the one who said it out loud to me first. Guess I just didn’t want to confront the truth.” He tilted his head toward you with a smirk before avoiding eye contact again. “I’m really sorry for being such a jackass to you.”

Did--did he just apologize to me?

“It’s okay,” you replied sheepishly. You gave him a smile.

“To be honest, you aren’t that bad anyway.” He made a faux shocked look.

“Did you just give me a compliment? I am truly baffled,” he teased. You almost slapped him but realized it would probably actually hurt due to his injury.

“Damn it, he’s back,” you said cheekily. Your face faltered a bit though when you looked back at his arm.

“What happened?” you wondered out loud. Bucky twiddled his thumbs nervously at the question.

“It was nothing,” he brushed off.

“A vase on a shelf just fell off onto me. A freak accident.”

“Oh,” you replied, but you were dubious of his answer.

“Where’d it happen?” You pried more. You swear for a moment his eyes widened nervously. He scratched his face.

“It was just in my office,” he skipped over. You sensed an awkward silence coming. Luckily the nurses ushered you out before that happened for Bucky’s surgery. You briefly mumbled good luck and walked back past the waiting room, out the exit, and into the parking lot. You knew it was going to be a long night of waiting and worrying. Despite that, you still couldn’t get a question out of your mind.

Why did Bucky lie about how he got his injury? You pondered as you walked. You shook your head to clear your mind because it wasn’t any of your business...right? You clicked your car keys and unlocked the door.

You switched on the light and felt around your car for a minute. You found what you were looking for with an “Aha!”. It was the drawing of the carnation.

You found some more art supplies and closed the door. You swiftly walked back to the waiting room, scanned the room for a chair with no one near it, and sat yourself down.

The one thing that had always gotten you through your hard times was art, and it was going to get you through this one.

For 8 painful hours, you waited. Your brain drifted to the thought of Bucky dying many times, but every time it did, you just forced yourself to work on the drawing. Even when the piece looked done, you just kept adding. It was the only way you were keeping sane. Multiple times you had almost fallen asleep before jolting awake. It was hell.

But finally, when you felt like you were about to pass out, you felt something tap your shoulder. That surprised you so much you jumped in your seat. It was a doctor.

“Miss-” she looked down at her clipboard. “y/n, I’m Doctor Reed. I have an update on James.” That got your attention. You nodded for her to continue. She cleared her throat.

“I have some good news and some bad news. Do you have a preference on which you’d like to hear first?” You shook your head, your anxiety was growing and you really just wanted to get this over with.

“James is okay. The surgery went very well and he should be free to leave in around two to three weeks, though we’ll keep you posted.” She took a deep breath before resuming. “The unfortunate part is that...we’ve...we’ve had to amputate his arm.”

Your hands moved to cover your mouth as water flooded your eyes.

“We did everything that we could, but his cuts were infected before he arrived. If we chose to keep his arm, best-case scenario, he would’ve had a dead limb.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“...And worst-case scenario?” you asked knowing you’d regret it. Dr. Reed hesitated.

“He could have died.” She kept talking but you couldn’t listen. It was all a blur.

He’s alive, he’s alive, you reminded yourself. You took an uneven breath.

“Can I see him?” The doctor nodded.

“You can, he may still be a bit woozy from the pain killers.” You muttered a thank you and collected your things, and allowed the doctor to escort you to his room. Your felt half dead but you kept walking. Remembering the path from earlier you found room 206 easily.

Without bothering to knock you pushed the door halfway open. His eyes were glassy and drooped. At the sight of you, he tried to scramble up to a sitting position but failed. He helplessly fell back onto his bed.

That’s when you opened the door completely to see a cavity where his left arm was supposed to be. You held in a gasp. You dropped your art things in a chair and rushed to his side.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Mmmm, were you worried?” His voice sounded sloppy and uncontrolled. Like he’d just woken from a year’s nap.

“Yeah, a little,” you replied with endearment, the ends of your mouth twitching upwards. Bucky proceeded to GIGGLE. To say that was amusing would’ve been an understatement. That was until he grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you closer to him.

He whispered loudly, “Can I tell you a secret?” You smiled and answered expecting a stupid, drugged joke.

“Sure Buck.” He somehow pulled you even closer. You could feel his breath. His lips parted.

“It wasn’t a freak accident.” You pulled back, alarmed.

“What?” He shushed you.

“My marketing agent and I have been arguing for a while. Tonight he got super mad at mee,” he said with childlike movements, elongating each syllable. You were frozen in place as you listened.

“Cause the tabloids heard me talking to youuu. They think you’re my girlfriend, but that would ruin my brand as a playboy. Or that’s what he says,” he continued.

“My agent found out and we started to argue. When I wasn’t looking he,” He looked around jerkily.

“You promise not to tell?” He questioned. At this point, you were very freaked out.

“Uh, yeah, of course. What-what’d he do?” He looked at you, obviously not understanding the weight of what he was saying. He opened his mouth to speak.

“My marketing agent broke the vase on me.”

Oh shit.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Shouldn’t you tell the police? Like right now?” you said, starting to panic.

“He’ll be long gone by now anyway.” He began to drift off.

“No, wait--” It was no use. He nuzzled into his shoulder and proceeded to fall unconscious again. You were hyperventilating.

What were you supposed to do now?

sorry this chapter took so long! my internet went down for a couple days :( anyways, feedback is always welcome! thanks for reading!

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jinned · 5 years

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bts react- them as your boyfriend

-the biggest dork of a boyfriend oh my god

-but tries to act cool™️

-when he buys himself hoodies he’s also subconsciously thinking of whether or not you’d like it

-he wants to buy the kind of hoodies you want to steal

-“this one is a nice color but this other one is cozier and y/n would be able to curl up in it so I should go with this one”

-lots of giggling

-and that cute embarrassed smile/eye scrunch namjoon does (you know the one)

-he would cup your cheeks in his hands ALL THE TIME

-on dates he just wants to stare at you

-like it’s borderline creepy…

-but he’s just so in awe of you

-constantly wonders what he did to deserve you

-makes playlists for you to listen to

-he’s the type of boyfriend that would 100% put you first

-gets so concerned about your wellbeing that he kind of hovers

-he wants a partner in life and wants to be able to learn and grow with you

-tries so hard to be perfect for you

-is the type of boyfriend that won’t shut up about you to random strangers or friends but honestly doesn’t even realize that you’re all he talks about

-when someone calls him out on it he gets reeeaaalll embarrassed and shy

-always says you need to take more pictures together but then gets so lost in the moment he forgets to take any

-we already been knew you gonna lose some ribs cause you’ll be laughing so hard around this man

-writes you awful corny love jokes

-he’s the type of boyfriend who will always take care of you

-you’ll never have to worry about anything basically

-treats you like royalty and would do anything for you

-lots of at home dates!!

-cuddling on the couch drinking wine and watching old movies

-or karaoke

-but not…regular karaoke

-“whoever sings the worst doesn’t have to do dishes”

-it’s basically you two screeching and making inaudible sounds into a microphone

-some mornings you’ll wake up and he’ll be acting out a role from a film and it’s your mission to guess what character he is

-until then no kisses >:|||

-Jin would be the relaxed kind of boyfriend but you’ll never stop laughing

-would 10000% sing you to sleep

-just wants to spend time with you. That’s his love language

-you are the source of his confidence

-”If I could get y/n to fall in love with me then I can do anything”

-at some points in the relationship you will have to remind him that he is an adult and to stop acting like a child

-only gotta tell him once and then he’ll get his shit together

-the type of boyfriend to make you think “wow…he’d be an amazing dad.” a LITTLE too early into the relationship

-shy boyfriend

-wants to protect you but also wants to hide behind you

-just wants you to be as in love with him as he is with you

-reaalllly afraid he’s going to do something to mess things up :(((

-has the mentality of “push them away before they push you away”

-is just really afraid

-but once you break down those walls and show him that you’re here to stay and that you love the real him…

-the dorkiest boyfriend

-so many sarcastic jokes

-“aha!!” kind of laughs

-sees the relationship as 50-50 but understands that sometimes you might be at a 30 so he needs to step up and be the 70 (I hope that makes sense)

-S P O I L S Y O U

-you mention one time you like that one thing?

-it’s all wrapped up in a pretty bow on your side of the bed by the end of the week

-leaves you REAL CUTE NOTES

-“hi baby I hope you have a great day at work! Don’t forget to take your vitamins and take a water bottle with you. Never forget you are the most precious thing to me. I love you more than I can ever describe.”

-writes songs about you

-a lot of songs

-would want to hide you from the paparazzi to protect you but would tweet so many obvious things about you

-at the end of the day he just wants to be held by you

-he’s so afraid of losing you that he’ll go over the top with everything he does

-legit watches romantic movies or reads romance novels to “Study” how to be a boyfriend basically

-but then quickly finds out that type of stuff isn’t how the real world works

-I could honestly go on and on about the type of boyfriend my lil yoongurt would be cause he’s seriously the dream boyfriend

-not gonna lie hobi might be kind of a mess of a boyfriend. Lemme explain

- m o o d s w i n g s

-just emotionally all over the place

-he seems to feel his emotions 10 times more than a regular person

-when he’s happy he’s OVER THE MOON

-when he’s upset or angry it’s a lot of petty attitude

-those are on rare occasions though

-he’s the type of boyfriend that clings to you

-just needs you close 24/7

-is really easy to shop for???

-I don’t think he’d particularly take you out on lots of dates

-he’s prefer bringing the dates home

-like board games and crafts

-6 months in and he’s talking about babies

-highkey just really intense

-but it’s mostly in a good way

-never forgets your birthday or anniversary

-the boyfriend that goes “it’s our three month anniversary! I got you a gift!”

-your family just ADORES HIM

-easily jealous

-ultimately is the ideal boyfriend once he gets past his own insecurities

-if you guys argue he will be the mature one to make you both sit down and talk it out

-ever wish you could date a golden retriever? WELL SAY NO MORE

-jimin would be the most loyal boyfriend

-would feel bad leaving you to hang out with his friends

-so many cuddles

-will literally fetch anything for you

-you need anything? He’s already on his way to the store to get it for you

-comes back with flowers and your favorite candy

-the type to get you presents just because they reminded him of you

-lots of romantic dates

-definitely the “my best friend is my boyfriend” type

-you are the center of his world and all he wants is for you to be happy

-if you have younger siblings he’s always excited to see them and play with them

-he really quickly becomes an addition to your family

-he’s really insecure so he needs constant confirmation that he’s a good boyfriend and that you love him

-the type to make a sims family with you

-“look y/n! Our sims have 8 kids!”

-sometimes he’s so clingy it’s annoying

-like gadayum can’t anyone pee without holding their boyfriend’s hand??????

-he’s the opposite of Yoongi. Yoongi would be more likely to push you away due to his insecurities but Jimin will cling too much because of his insecurities

-Jimin would be the most attentive boyfriend ever like wow what a precious gem

-so so so sooooo goofy

-lots of adventures!

-wants to take you out all the time

-never go to the same restaurant twice

-wants to capture every moment with you via camera

-sometimes you have to remind him to actually live in the moment

-loves to hold onto you

-is not afraid of pda

-gets bashful when you do the simplest things. Like kissing his cheek randomly

-he can’t take it

-lmao sorry but if you’re a female reader he gonna play with your boobs ALL THE TIME

-not even in a sexual way just if it’s there within his reach it gonna be in his hand

-sometimes he gets a little intense with how childish he is

-if you try to have a serious conversation with him early into the relationship it might not go as planned

-he has a harder time letting go of his goofy and carefree side so you’ll just have to really sit him down and explain that you’re trying to be serious and want him to act the same

-after a while though it’s SOOOOO much easier

-I don’t wanna say you have to train him to be a boyfriend but you’re gonna have to train him to be a boyfriend

-what I mean by train is that you’ll have to teach him what you like and what you expect/want from him because a lot of the dating stuff won’t come naturally to him

-but don’t worry he’s got it down and will do anything to make you happy

-just be careful not to make him feel like he’s not good enough or that you’re trying to change him

-definitely wants a “my best friend is my significant other” type of relationship

-out of all the members he’s most likely to be self aware of if he’s ready for a relationship or not

-“yeah I really like this person but I’ve got a lot going on so it wouldn’t be fair to them.”

-he’s not romantic by the book but definitely romantic in his own way

-takes you to art museums and shows you his favorite paintings

-if you look closely a lot of the paintings reflect love and inner turmoils

-you basically have to read in between the lines with tae

-oh sweet baby boy :(

-the cutest boyfriend :(

-like…the ones you see in movies kind of boyfriend

-the “this has to be scripted” or “he stole this off the internet” kind of boyfriend

-memorizes you to a T

-you’re in a bad mood? Comes home with flowers and your favorite snacks

-tucks you in at night and gives you temple kisses

-also kind of a lost boyfriend ™️

-he’s just…trying real hard to figure things out

-jungkook’s google search list:

•”how to be a good boyfriend?”

•”best places to take your girl/boyfriend”

•”how to know if you’re in love”

-wants to WRESTLE

-like play wrestling where you’re both laughing and just grabbing each other and trying to pin one another down

-is scared when he realizes it could lead to something sexual

-just wants to be a dork with you

-another “my best friend is my boyfriend” type of guy

-but also babies the fuck outta you

-is so polite and respectful to your family that they’re suspicious

-gives THE BEST boyfriend hugs

-always smells good

-the type of boyfriend that buys you the giant ass teddy bear and a giant bouquet of flowers

♡𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 ♡

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(romee strijd, cis female) - have you seen annie cohen? annie is in her senior year. the dance major is 22 years old & is a sagittarius. people say she is disarming, playful, compulsive, and volatile. rumors say they’re a member of kincaid society. i heard from the gossip blog that she dropped out of this past summer semester last minute to check into a psychiatric unit.

it’s me, tessa, back again with an older muse of mine! she holds a big ol’ chunk of my heart, so we’re testing the waters and seeing how she does at yates. ~big fish, big pond~ i’m going to try and keep this bio brief(ish) and then just run with things, so bear with me, we’re throwing everything to the wind with maybe, potentially very little information :D fun! if we end up chatting about our muses i’ll be able to tell you more, this is just what’s coming to me.

name: annie luelle cohen nicknames: a, lu age, birth date: about to turn 22, december 1, 1998 hometown: napa valley, california major, university: dance, yates university sexuality: pansexual

pinterest!

HISTORY

annie is the only daughter to jameson cohen, single father and vintner. they live on their winery in napa valley, a large expanse of land with neighbors such as domain chandon and beringer vineyards.

annie’s parents had her young—at the ages of 21 and 22—which resulted in her mother leaving shortly after her birth. she doesn’t know much about her, save for her name (emmeline), how she looks in a few old photographs, and the shit talk comments her paternal grandmother mutters under her breath about how she must be galivanting off in italy or greece to this day.

growing up with her father had its difficulties, seeing as he was plenty busy running the business and estate. still, he did his best to prioritize her upbringing and devote a lot of time to her. and when it got to the point where it just wasn’t possible to juggle everything, he hired an au pair (fr). madeleine, 24 and from france. she quickly became something of an older sister figure, even teaching annie almost perfect french over the years.

seeing as she was still pretty lonely in that big ol’ house, madeleine suggested that james enroll annie in dance classes at a very young age. this would end up being a cornerstone of the girl’s life, from your standard baby’s ballet class (well, pre-ballet) to advanced pointe technique.

insert montage of this bright blonde kindergartener girl running around a stage, dad and maddie in the front row, to twelve year-old annie in the role of clara in the nutcracker, to a young adult seventeen year-old annie as juliet in romeo and juliet.

she was definitely ‘the dance girl’ throughout middle and high school, taking four sick days in a row every winter to perform in the annual nutcracker production. carrying her dance bag around so that she could go straight to rehearsal after school. always saying, sorry, i can’t, i have dance.

truly, though, she adored it and still does, which is why she’s pursuing it as a career (as well as taking some business courses here and there in the case that she has to manage the winery at some point).

MENTAL HEALTH / SECRET

tw: mental disorder / bipolar: around her sophomore year of high school, annie started experiencing rapidly changing moods and confusing emotions. for a small while everyone deduced it to “hormones,” but after what was revealed to be a manic episode, she was diagnosed with bipolar I and put on medication by her new psychiatrist.

however, she kept the situation on the DL, only her father and maddie being aware.

enter university. annie graduated, got accepted into yates due to stellar grades and her impressive pursuit of the arts, and was off to the east coast.

however exciting, the downside was that she started slacking on taking her medication. not often or for long periods of time, but still. everything seemed to be going along seamlessly, though, so she didn’t take it as seriously as she should’ve.

that is, until this past summer. she’d registered for classes throughout the summer semester, but a week long episode that resulted in spotty memory and regrettable decisions prompted her to drop the classes just before they started and check herself into a psychiatric unit a few towns over.

now she’s back for the fall semester and her senior year, giving the cover story that she decided last-minute to take the summer off and visit home after all.

PERSONALITY

tiktoks for a bit of a vibe: one, two, three

and my personal acc tag for her: here

+ sweetheart, playful, outgoing, a bit of a flirt - in that fun, lighthearted kind of way

- compulsive, stubborn, withdrawn when upset

emotional, which really can be here or there, depending on the situation

looks like a hiiii girl, often acts like a bruh girl

“sorry i told you about my trauma, do you still think i’m hot?”

“noo, don’t take care of me, it’s rotten work aha”

romantically calls you dude, platonically calls you babe

but also

stay away from people who make you feel like you’re hard to love

you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you

???? you know ????

the kind of person that doesn’t act out for attention, but doesn’t at all mind attention, either

she’ll get up and dance on the table with you, she’ll approach someone and tell them they’ve got pretty eyes, she’ll repeatedly raise her hand in class, she doesn’t mind being looked at

loves horror films/shows, but especially the type that are driven by story or are psychological (think the conjuring franchise, hill house, midsommar). one of her favorite things about watching or reading anything is talking to someone about it afterwards and going in-depth.

is either wearing sweats and a basic crop top type deal or knee high boots and a short skirt, there’s no in-between

CONNECTIONS

honestly awful at WCs, so i started a tag on my personal acc and am slowly starting to reblog with random ideas

maybe a kind of darker counterpart to her brighter personality. sort of like unexpected friends?

guy friends she fucks around with (not literally!) like fun idiots

girl friends she takes out on friend dates and calls beautiful 24/7

down to just plot the basics (oh, they’d recognize each other from x! they’re in the same society! maybe she probably, most likely would have a small crush on them! etc.) and then just go with chemistry from there.

believe me when i say i’m down for almost anything, though, do your worst (best?)

#yatesintro #tw bipolar #this didn't end up nearly as brief as i wanted it to damn

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