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fics-lovebot · 6 months

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jujutsu kaisen recs

main masterlist

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs, luv you and thank you in advance❤️

WHY ARE ALL OF THEM SO FUCKING GOOD????????! pls tRUST me

gojo

gojo eating you out

gojo x dacryphilia

gojo loves fat pussy

sending gojo an accidental nude so he sends you a whole video

car sex with gojo

gojo being goofy in an elevator full of people - he´s big on PDA

gojo tried to give himself a haircut and now wants to go bald - this is fuNNY ksksks, I love the banter

trying to break up with yandere!gojo - yep, we´re talkin about lovesick toxic obsessed type of gojo, break up????? you know better than to tell him that sooo since you´re acting dUMB he has to fucc so sense into you bc clearly you forgot who tf ur talking to - LDKJSDFJDJFHLSHFLSHDF but he´s not rough bc he luvss you a lot

gojo is the pussy fairy - fwb, he´s your sneaky link when henessy makes you act up. he got a mf tongue piercing bYEE

insecure bully!gojo - angst, lil fluff, he´s a bully but he´s in love with that, but it´s not enough. part 2

the horniest - smut, ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD, he´s horny af, pussy drunk, obsessed, borderline crazy for that wap

phone calls - slice of life, hubby!gojo, dilf!gojo, his wife and his daughter are his only priority, this is so sdkfjskdjfh :´( i love it

cherished moments - clanleader!gojo, hubby!gojo who is a softy for his wife, #simp

family moments - fluff, slice of life, this is so wholesomeee, bf!gojo meeting your parents for the first time, i love it

someone older - smut, rich dilf!gojo, big age gap, big dicc too, talks big shit as well, "what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and fuck his dad" I MEAN- skdfhksdf

best of the best - smut, fwb! satoru, big sHIT talker omg, he lit asks you to be his gf wHILE he´s making you cum,,,,,best bf ever tho

love struck - fluffy, ex-fuckboy!satoru, he´s experiencing love for the first time :((((( IT´S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE

love dumb - fluff, blurb, you make him lose his composure, can´t even focus bc you´re over there existing, someone should make a longer version of this! so good

too much - ANGSTTTYYYY, fluff too, reader and gojo are in a situationship kinda thing where they live together and love each other but nothing has been said yet, they get into an argument bc gojo has a big mouth and says a lot of hurtful things, they´re both just so exhausted

i know you still think about the times we had - angst, fluff, rich bf!gojo, his father makes you break up with him, it´s so angsty omg, they get into this HUGE argument bc gojo´s dad is a controlling mf

sanctuary - fluff, lowkey angst, weak!reader, bully!gojo, nah he´s just in love but doesn´t know how to say it

the road to falling in love - fluff, strangers to lovers, it´s a collection o moments where keeps falling harder for you, I LOVE ITTTTT, sdkfjhskdjf it´s kinda slow burn but not boring at all

loving you - fluffy af, "you’re the apple of his eyes; the love of his life. the only one who matters" ME N WHO???? pls this made my want to cry my heart out

yuji finds out gojo has a family - fluff, lowkey angst, hubby!gojo, dad!gojo, so,,, this made me cry, i love yuji sm he deserves the world :( this is part two and it also made me crY MY MF EYES OUT :))))))))

i´ll meet you forever in this memory - fluff, college au, married life au, it´s so good, he lit has this big ass plan to make you fall for him, and i mean big, like planned way ahead lmao, 10 years later he´s still asking you to go out with him,,,,even if you´re already married sdlfkjkdfhlsdjh so so cute

can´t stop drinking - ANGST, death, blood, dad!gojo, husband!gojo, mentions of wanting to die, a curse kills you and your son allegedly but in reality the elders had lied to him all these years, part 2 made me fucking cry, PLEASEEE I NEED PART 3

hype man - crack, fluff, supportive bf!gojo, he´s such an amazing bf :(, “damn, my girl ran you over with a bus, reversed, then got out and shot you twice in the foot? what did you do?? sounds like a you issue.” LMAOOOOO this is so cute and funny at the same time, i love it, such a gojo thing to say

flicker of flame - fluff, nervous soon to be dad!gojo, pregnant!reader, he´s going to be the best dad ever

nanami

when you break up and make up - nanami divorce au, angst

dorm room escapades - smut, dad´s bestfriend!nanami, age gap, GAWWDD DAMNNNN, daddy kink, this is some good stuff

you ask him to fuck you like a whore - its a short one but me likey

nanami drabbles - pwp, pls yall readdd part 2 and part 3

nanami is strong af - short blurb, smut, sdflksjd this got me giggling and shii

fifteen minutes - “Say that again. Louder. Can’t hear shit with the sound of my dick slapping into your cunt.” that´s all I have to say, your honor

protective - headcanon, hubby!kento, i love thissss

swear it´s just right for you - smut, fluff, hubby!nanami, I´m weaaaak, he´s so husband material

stressed after work - boyfriend! kento, a cute lil drabble bc he loves your mere presence

labour of love - fluff, vanilla smut, lowkey angst if you´ve been keeping up with the manga/anime, loving hubby!kento, SO DOMESTIC, love making, :(

losing his mind - smut, dom!reader, hubby!kento, sub!kento, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW, 10000/10, now this is new

his protégé - fluff, slice of life, fiancé!kento, dinner time with yuuji, it´s so wholesome :´)

my future is with you - fluff, unexpected angst, this is SICKKKKKKK, the last senteces is fucking sickening, and NOT in a good way, so fucking wrong for that, I litteraly wanna dIE

tie my tie, marry me - fluff, slice of life, "the moment nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side" please just do yourself a favor and READ THIS

putting you in your place - smut, reader is gojo´s brat little sister, mean!nanami, BRAT TAMER!NANAMI, HEAVY degradation, “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” CALL 911

edging - smut, pwp, fluff, this,,,,this is one the BEST nanami smuts out there, i just know the description of the whole thing is 100% accurate, the details, the way this is written, the visuaLSsss ldskjfhjsalfh go read it pls

married man - fluff, work au, HE IS A PROUD HUSBAND OK, the man was just waiting for somebody to say sOMETHING sljsdhfl now he can´t stop bragging about his perfect wife

toji

toji x size kink

toji x pussy spanking ´till you´re squirting - the title says it all,,, he´s MEAN

toji doing push ups with you on his back - you´re basically a rag doll,,,bc wdym he puts you in a fULL NELSON??

toji gets embarrased - the man WHIMPERED bc the riding was gewdd so reader kinda teases him for it, how dare she right? so now he has to make her pAY bc he aint no bitch

silk sheets n sticky cum - toji can´t control himself when he sees you in a nightgown so he uses you as a cum dump,,, in a very romantic way flsjdflkssldfjlsdfh, breeding kink

toji x overstimulation - fINALLY he got what he deserved, reader got him WHIMPERING, body shaking eyes rolling to the back of his head and everythangggg, I'm here for it.

take it lil princess - toji got me fucked up, straight up size kink like FRRRR he wants to break, bend and basically snap you in half (i´ll let him tbh), daddy kink, he got a big dicc as aLWAYS, the degRADING DIRTY TALKKK???? yes. he talks and talks and tALKS. there´s a lot going on yall

mine - toji mixed with monster!porn,,, nothing else to say- HE´S A WEREWOLfff, mean asf, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, it´s nasty

jealous daddy - slice of life, dilf!toji, megumi is a baby, toji and megumi create a plan to keep you away from megumi´s kindergarden teacher lmaooo, its so cute

nyphomaniac - smut, nypho!reader, dom!toji, THERE´S A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF GOING ON HEREE, just read it omg

family man - fluff, soft dad!toji, baby megumi, husband!toji, he´s a softie for his son and his wife ;(

unprecedented reveal - smut, fluff, mma!toji, journalist!reader, lowkey angst, "photo leaks of toji going down on you in public is suddenly exposed for everyone to know about the infamous fighters girlfriend" wELL dssdfh that´ll do it

will always be yours - smut, fluff, so basically toji only does rough sex, doggy style being his fav, but when it comes to you he prefers the loving-face to face-intense eye contanct type of sex (more like love making) bc being with you makes him feel ten different emotions at once :) DÑFLJSLDFJ

unspoken memories - fluff, lowkey angst, dad!toji, baby!megumi, married life, my heart is so full after reading this, it´s so domestic, so adorable, such a happy read

make a mess on his face - smut, toji is a messy pussy eater, that´s it, that´s the tweet

geto

gimme, gimme more - rich!geto x stripper!reader, lots of plot and build up, he is misteriousssss and fucking filthy and so cuTE??????? wtf, the wating game is real, he knows how to play his cards very well, LAWDD HAVE MERCY i would have folded too

gripping the headboard with one hand - smut, “what a slut.” hELP

protective hubby - teacher!suguru, pregnant wife oc, it´s cutee

focus - suggestive, flirty!geto, tutor!geto, “you’re doing so good for me… keep going.” I HATE ITTTTTTTT, i would fold like a mf lawn chair bitch OOF

dress shopping - very suggestive, WHY IS HE SO SMOOTH WITH IT ALL THE TIME??? got me blushing and sweating and shit

phoque - crack, teacher!suguru, twin girls dad!suguru, he accidentally curses in front of his daughters and now he´s gotta make up some bullshit story to save his ass, SLFHSLDKJHSLDH this is funny

choso

picture perfect - smut, photographer choso, he´s lowkey a perv, jacks off to oc´s pictures

suckig souls - smut, succubus oc, somnophilia, sub! choso, lil dacryphilia, love love love love it

meanie - smut, mean!choso, “Why you actin’ like some dick-starved whore? I fucked you good this morning" THE WAY I SCREAMEDDDDDDDD “Is that what you needed, princess? Some good dick?" STOOOOOOOOOPPPP

your pleasure - smut, squirting, choso discovers the magic of eating pussy :))))) aND he´s a fucking natural too like ???? gTFO

it´s too much - smut, dom!reader, inexperienced!choso and sub!chose fics are like crack to me, i´m obsessed, this is so detailed, he is eager to please sdlfjls and wants to try it all at once

fingers in his hair - smut, chose loves having his hair pulled when he´s eating pussy,,,,,,,CALL A MF AMBULANCE a bitch just died

cherry blossoms - smut, virgin!choso, phone sex, it´s his first orgasm yall, not yuji talking about a "sloppy toppy" LSJFHLSJDFHLFDH he´s so outta pocket

sukuna

itadori

vivid fantasies - smut, sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem sakfhkshfksfd poor yuji

poly / multiple versions

gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - smut

you slap their ass - reaction. gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso, toji, megumi, itadori, yuta

too much for them to handle - toji and gojo version. it´s a LOT going here as well. gojo is a whole swiTCH. toji is a bully in the sheets so you know he´s all abou that degrading teasing dirty talk, we love it

slut him out - gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk

how jjk men like it - smut, the gojo and toji one,,, i HATe it hereee

bimbo bunny - smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD

birthday boy - smut, birthday sex, dacryphilia, i just KNOWWWW this is geto

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itooaminthisepisode · 6 months

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episode that you love?

im only on season four but i've got a couple of faves so far:

1x21 'three stories': it's practically law that i have to include this. absolute classic of an episode. i love the format, i love the backstory we get, and i especially love the med students!! they were fun and i hope they come back at some point. probably not but im still holding out hope. teacher!house was great to see too, and the deep-dive into his backstory is so delightfully painful and heart-wrenching,,, oughgh

2x07 'hunting': very fun episode!! "what, because you're a closet case?" absolutely killed me the first time i watched it. get their asses lmao. also we get to see steve mcqueen (my beloved <3) and cameron on meth - fun times!

2x15 'clueless' and 2x16 'safe': mainly for the hilson roommates subplot tbf, but the cases were interesting too! these eps also had a lot of funny moments, like wilson sawing through house's cane and the whole tick debacle lmao

3x02 'cane & able': where do i start with this one. first of all the awful cgi hallucinations were fucking hilarious, i was so fucking confused tho. like the whole time i was just going helllo???? aliens????? great stuff. the rest case itself was really fun too!! and this is the one where we get the infamous "i was worried that your wings would melt" speech. oughghgh top tier content right there.

3x04 'lines in the sand': controversial take right here. this is the infamous autism episode. the way they handled it was. well. it was 2006. so. the case itself was interesting too, but the main highlight for me is the autistic house moments <3 and look. i KNOW wilson says house doesn't actually have autism. but MASKING EXISTS, WILSON!! you can pry this headcanon out of my cold dead hands. i support autism rights but i also support autism wrongs or however the meme goes. more people should get to be autistic and jerks i think <3 (saying all this as a guy who most likely has autism btw. i havent got an official diagnosis but uhhhh yeah it's Likely.)

3x07 'son of coma guy': hilson road trip! plus coma guy ig. but mainly hilson road trip :) i love them.

4x02 'the right stuff': i love love love the whole gameshow-esque thing house starts. we get to see some great characters (amber! kutner! dobson my beloved!!!!), and it's just all round a bit of fun. love it.

4x05 'mirror mirror': another fun one!! the mirror syndrome guy gives us a lot of fun insights into the applicant's personalities, i thought that was a really fun way of showing it rather than have a million expositions about each of them lol. also the banter was fun this episode, especially between house, wilson and cuddy. also we find out that wilson is more dominant than house and that kutner's a masochist. great fuel for fic writers. fun!

4x12 'don't ever change': ohohhoo i love this one. the case was alright but the best bit abt it imo was the house, wilson and amber dynamic. i love this trio so fucking much you don't understand,,, i honestly think we should've got poly wilson/amber/house. just think abt it... house and amber friendly rivalry... teaming up to bully wilson... and also amber and wilson bullying house together... would it be a little dysfunctional? yes. but that's to be expected in this show lmao. idk why this turned into a pitch for these three i just love them very very much <3

4x13 'no more mr. nice guy': again for the wilson/amber/house dynamic. this one is very fun i love their custody dispute over wilson, and the dog analogy was very funny to me. and cuddy making house and amber do coma patient duty lmao. AND bisexual thirteen!! love her <3

i haven't actually gotten to the last couple episodes of s4 yet because uhhhh Bad Things Happen and i am delaying the inevitable. send help. but i am sure they are very good and will probably make this list once i get around to watching them!

honourable mentions include 2x13 'skin deep' (purely for the scene where house is in the mri machine and wilson pretends to be god lol), 3x22 'resignation' (for the wilson on amphetamines scene. "i'm not on antidepressants, i'm on speeeeeeeed!" gets me every fucking time) and 4x01 'alone' (house and wilson prank war!!!)

soooo yeah those are my favourites :) and i'm sure there'll be a lot more once i finish the rest of the show but like i said i am Procrastinating lmao

thanks for the ask my friend!

#ash talks #asks #house md #'i've got a couple of faves' he says. proceeds to list about a dozen.#in my defense i cannot be normal about anything ever #i literally spent like. 4 hours going through the house wiki looking at every episode i've watched to decide whether or not it should make-#-this list lmao #a very well spent 4 hours if u ask me tho :)#also does anyone know what the house/amber/wilson ship name is. this is vital information i Need To Know

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aquagirl1978 · 3 years

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#1 - Favorite line in set

aliboo: "But no matter what, there's one thing I do know with absolute certainty. There's someone out there among all those stars who misses you." There was a lot of humour in this set and so many great lines to choose from, but these words really stuck with me. I'm weak for lonely/lost souls.

aqua: (Please know what I mean. Having 'the droids and the drones' talk is not in my job description.) This route has so far been filled with so much humor, much of it at Nova's expense. Nova robotic naiveté could have come off as boring, but this route with a no-nonsense, take no shit MC is just bringing out the humor in these situations, and I'm living for it.

violet: (If I pass out and die of asphyxiation from fluorescent red Crunchie dust in an alley on a research colony...) This line stood out in a sea of really, really funny ones. I thought it was perfect.

#2 - Favorite scene/moment

aliboo: Hearing what Nova imagines her childhood was like. It cut me up in so many different ways. Just the very fact that her starting point was so analytical... of her accent, skills and physique rather than actually knowing anything about herself. So sad but so good!

aqua: MC and Nova going over the contract. I love when Nova points out the terms in the contract, and MC goes "to-may-to, to-mah-to." MC might consider having her contracts looked over by a lawyer tho, because these would not fly in Court 😆

violet: When MC meets Comet. That was so well done. Comet loving MC and MC being super unsure about the whole thing is hilarious.

#3 - Did you buy hearts? Which scene(s)? Worth it?

aliboo: I bought all the heart scenes. The first one is definitely worth it for the CG and it's a cute scene, despite not learning an awful lot. The second one is my favourite, as mentioned in my previous 2 answers, and the third one, the fight scene - I ALWAYS have to buy those, I love the infighting banter scenes! So yes, all worth it!

aqua: I got the first one. It was a fun scene and unlocked the cg.

violet: I got the first heart scene and really liked it. Nova and MC have a bit of a road ahead of them, I think, but when they get there they are going to be such a great couple.

#4 - Standout character

aliboo: Nova continues to be unironically funnier than MC. "Why would it be? It's only furniture." in response to the awkwardness caused by sharing one bed... "Technically, gravity did that. I merely stopped its forward trajectory." in response to , holy SHIT Nova, you just flipped a car!?

aqua: Nova. She continued to show this week what a badass she really is. I know Nova was portrayed to be very robotic in the previous routes, but I really enjoy that she's showing some real emotion at times too. You truly get a sense of how lonely she is, not having any idea who she really is.

violet: Nova's abs should get the credit they deserve. The definition, strength and star power is like none other in this route.

#5 - Thoughts on the CG?

aliboo: Very nice! SP Rebooted is really delivering on the artwork!

aqua: I love that this was a throwback to the cg from her previous route. Artwork has been top notch so far.

violet: I think she looks amazing!!!

#6 - Fave screenshot

aliboo: This is a great scene! The expressions on their faces perfectly conveys the whole situation!

aqua: I really liked this part, how Nova was so absorbed in whatever she was thinking about, she forgot everything else in the room. Very relatable, and some beautiful writing.

violet: How could I not pick one with him? I like the sight of them together (wink wink nudge nudge)

#7 - Secondary character shining moment.

aliboo: Dr Azdha's twin bro, "Ezhdre B'Cani". For an ageing civil servant he sure can move. I loved the chase scenes.

aqua: Shotru for being terrifying in such a small scene. Oof!

violet: The Civil Servant they chase for an entire episode has mad stamina. Props to him for lasting so long.

#8 - Thought on the villain.

aliboo: Shotru is a thorn in the side - not sure what her motivations are. And clearly Ezhdre is involved, but I need more context to form any opinion.

aqua: The plot thickened this week with the addition of Ezhdre B'Cani (Dr. Azdha, is that you in disguise?) who for some reason is in cahoots with Shotru, who continues to be frightening. What a cliffhanger!

violet: Shotru strikes me as very very unhinged. I look forward to her fuckery.

#9 - Most OMG scene?

aliboo: The chase scene with Ezhdre! I loved it! So much action, ducking and weaving... and THEN, he falls down the stairs and MC is all like "Gods I hope he didn't break his neck." and Nova, in all seriousness, "That would make it difficult to get any information from him." Perfect.

aqua: Opening the door and meeting Ezhdre B'Cani. The chase scenes were thrilling...but why is he with Shotru?! How will MC and Nova get themselves out of this mess?

violet: I think when Nova and MC were on the stakeout and I found out MC is a snacker. More routes with people who love snacks!

#10 - Any predictions for next week?

aliboo: No idea, but I'm really looking forward to Dr Xendalia's introduction, as well as Beta and Gamma's. As integral as the Promise Crew are to Nova's story, I'm just waiting for the superhuman/supersoldier origins to come to light!

aqua: With this new lead, my fingers are crossed that Beta and Gamma make an appearance sooner than later. I'm with @aliboo, I'm much more interested in Nova's origins.

violet: Shotru is going to say or do something awful and really let the crazy out. Nova and MC will continue to spend time together and Nova will be adorably clueless about why MC is constantly blushing. Comet is going to develop a full on attachment to MC, much to her dismay. And we get more amazing crew scenes.

#route reviews #starship promise #nova #sp nova #nova x alien!mc

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missmorosis · 3 years

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here’s our bus route map for my bus ride! (masterlist!)

here’s the original event post :)

HI EVERYONE!! i just wanted to thank you all for your participation BECAUSE AAAAAA YOU GUYS DELIVERED AND UGH I WAS LITERALLY SO WORRIED NOBODY WAS GONNA WRITE ANYTHING BUTSJFLKFASDF

ALL OF YOU ARE SO TALENTED OKAY??? LIKE BYE I WAS BLOWN AWAY

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS EVENT HEHEHE I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO SO MUCH!! AND THE FACT THAT YOU SPENT TIME ON THIS EVENT 😭😭MWAH MWAHH

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR 400!! MUCH LOVE AND HUGS AND KISSES :D

ALSO SORRY AHHA THIS WAS POSTED SO LATE

WE IGNORE HOW IT’S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO GET FROM LA TO LONDON VIA BUS JKDFJKFJK

here’s how i formatted it!

title- author’s @!

pairing genre warnings word count their summary that they made

-> my review!

let’s take a look at our map...

starting from LA, heading to bilbao! we’ll stop along the bus stops on our way!

and yes im aware that the route is going in a weird, illogical way if bilbao is our last stop, shush i wasnt thinking when i made bilbao our last city KJDFJKS

masterlist under the cut!!

now arriving at... los angeles, California!

-> write an AU!! the AU can be literally anything: royalty AU? road trip AU? GO FOR IT!! just as long as it’s not in the canon era hehehe

first stop... “something only the stars know” - @luvoratomi

pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader genre: secret relationship au, royal au, crown prince!suna, knight!reader, established relationship, fluff, angst word count: 544 their summary: in which you and crown prince, suna rintarou, find comfort in each other’s arms underneath the moonlight, where only the stars are witnesses of your love.

-> my review: um. nayru. OKAY IM CONSTANTLY BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR TALENT AND THIS IS NO EXCEPTION. i dont even KNOW who rintarou is but im in love with him. ALSO I DONT THINK IVE EVER READ A ROYAL AU BUT KLASDFJ THIS WAS SO?? WELL?? WRITTEN?? ive reread it at LEAST 5 times.

next stop... an untitled zombie au from @eunoianthia

pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x female!reader genre: zombie au, angst :) warnings: a lot of angst, death, a bit of gore? word count: 1.1k their summary: going to Los Angeles was a dream, and you were finally achieving it. It’s like a dream come true, going to Los Angeles and your boyfriend tagging along? What could go wrong?

-> my review: OKAY WAIT THIS IS THE FIRST ZOMBIE AU IVE EVER READ. like EVER. AND WHAT I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO HURT THIS MUCH. i- the ending- PLEASE I- i dont even know what to say. how COULD YOU.

now arriving at... 3:38 am from @arquitecturadelanada

pairing: zuko x fem!reader genre: roommates au, i would say fluff! warnings: none! word count: 1.1k their summary: As sokka’s best man zuko has to write a heartfelt speech for the wedding day, the only issue? he doesn’t believe in love, but maybe his roommate can change his perception on the matter.

-> my review: so youre saying this whole time youve been supporting my writing when YOU WRITE BETTER THAN I DO?? ugh you’re so talented this isn’t funny, and this fic ALMOST MAKES ME WANT TO BECOME AN ATLA BLOG AGAIN BAHHA- “he noticed he was considerably less stressed just by hearing his roommate’s voice” IM GONNA CRY

last stop... “what are the odds” from @hikariakaashi

pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: roommates au, i would say fluff! warnings: none! word count: 3.2k their summary: it was an act of desperation, to say the least, downloading the app lev recommended for him. but he was in dire need of a wedding date. so when kuroo opened up the brightly colored app titled rent a girlfriend, he knew he was in for an interesting evening.

-> my review: so uh 1) i remember writing a review for this and i have no idea where it went IM SO SORRY DSKJFJ and 2) i would do anything for kuroo to be my bf even if it was just my job 😩😩 and 3) um ??? YOURE SO TALENTED?? MISS MA’AM??

now arriving at... london, england!

-> breakup fic time </3 you can make it an angsty breakup, or a fluffy exes to lovers!

first stop... “i love(d) you”- @floralkawa

pairing: tsukishima x reader! genre: angst! warnings: none! word count: 300 their summary: one where tsukishima never showed his love. making it onesided, leading poor f/n on in a bitter relationship. of course, no one can handle it forever, can they ?

-> my review: this is the reason why i dont like angst. i felt this IN MY HEART, OKAY? NOELLE YOU LIED & SAID YOU COULDN’T WRITE FEELINGS. i hate it I HATE IT I HATE IT. but ugh youre talented enough to pull anything off and your angst is PROBABLY the only ones ill read willingly :(

next stop... “i should have seen the signs”- @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner

pairing: oikawa x reader! genre: angst! warnings: none! word count: 2k their summary: going to the city of love and london was supposed to be an exhilarating vacation after a long week of exams. as it seems, love is fake and so is toru oikawa.

-> my review: um. this kinda hurted me tho. how am i even allowed to be friends with you like ?? miss ma’am? YOURE SO TALENTED??? i hate angst and ill say it again: I HATE ANGST. IT HURTS IT HUUUURRTSS. OIKAWA MY BABY WOULD NEVER DO THAT BUT HE DID. I CANSTEALK I CANT DEAL WITH THIS

now arriving at... berlin, germany!

first stop... “Spring Chills”- @wesokkasimp

pairing: oikawa x reader! genre: fluff! warnings: none! word count: 447 their summary: you and Oikawa go for a walk on a chilly spring day. beware: banter ahead

-> my review: 😐😑😐 my heart wasn’t prepared for this. AND!! I BET Y/N LOOKED GREAT IN THAT TANK TOP; OIKAWA BETTER HAVE GIVEN HIS JACKET TO HER AFTERWARDS. jacket + tank top = cute outfit smh

next up... “warm and fuzzy”- @oikawaplssteponme

pairing: kuroo x reader! genre: fluff, a hint of angst, childhood friends to lovers, ‘boy next door’ warnings: one swear word, kuroo calls the reader ‘pretty’ however no gender pronouns are used, mini make out word count: 1.4k their summary: n/a but a quote: "The lights in your room were dim. Their golden-yellow tone shone above you, though you paid little attention to what was going on inside your room. You were much more interested in what was happening outside.”

-> my review: wait this actually reminds me of me and my front door neighbor GOODBYE AKLSJDF I MISS HIM :( ANYWAYS BAHHAHA- see you never miss 😐 i think awkward tetsu is underrated BYEALKSF THIS WAS SO CUTE I CANTASEKL

last stop... “ice cold”- @kyotarou

pairing: tsukishima x reader genre: fluff! warnings: bit of fanon tsukki, mutual pining, smidge of angst, fluff word count: 700+ their summary: n/a but a quote: “Asshole was the best word to describe Tsukishima Kei. He was an asshole to his peers, and it didn’t change towards you, his best friend.”

-> my review: mY TSUKISHIMA HEART OMG- okay OKAY I THOUGHT I GREW OUT OF MY LOVE FOR HIM BUT ITS ALL COMING BACK ASLKJFDL- oh to share a jacket and be vulnerable with tsukishima ✋😩 once again bestie youre so talented it isnt funny

now arriving at... bilbao, spain!

our only stop in this city... "break-in”- @kohi-zeri

pairing: iwazumi x reader! genre: fluff!! warnings: mentions of food and common illnesses, use of “darling” and “brat” word count: 1.4k their summary: n/a but a quote: “there’s something so… infuriating about having a migraine. especially when it’s uncalled for.”

-> my review: i cant express to you how much i love sickfics. like JLSDFLJKFSALJ SADFL I CANT- ALSO I READ THIS FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN I HAD THE WORST HEADACHE SO WHENEVER MY HEAD HURTS I COME REREAD THIS BAHAHHA-

here’s what some of our passengers are saying...

one passenger says “Wait. Stand right there, I want to take a picture of you.”

“pretty petals, pretty pictures”- @shxyo-sho

pairing: iwazumi x reader! genre: fluff, mutual pining, just two best friends crushing on each other warnings: none! word count: 590 their summary: If you could describe your best friend, Kiyoko, in one word; what would it be? I would pick the word, flawless.

-> my review: repeat after me: kiyoko is a queen. and YOU DO HER JUSTICE I ASFDLKJ PLEASE- in all honesty i would be blushing if kiyoko said a word to me too- y/n you arent alone ✋😩

another passenger asks “Why aren’t you asleep?”

"night owl”- @atlabeth

pairing: sokka x reader! genre: fluff! warnings: stress over school and one (1) curse, but other than that it’s pure fluff word count: 907 their summary: If you could describe your best friend, Kiyoko, in one word; what would it be? I would pick the word, flawless.

-> my review: alright this isnt fair where is my irl sokka 😐 YOURE BRINGING ME BACK INTO MY ATLA DAYSDF LKSJA- not complaining tho I LOVE SOKKA SO MUCH. and “But for a “fairly smart person”, you made a lot of bad decisions.” THATS TOO RELATABLE STOP IT RIGHT NOW SFKDJK

HEHEHEHEH THANK YOU AGAIN!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GOOD BYE

#morosis's 400 followers bus ride #morosis recommends #haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #atla x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #atla fanfiction #haikyuu x y/n #atla x y/n

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sugaabooga · 3 years

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Aim and Shoot Your Shot

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, conartist!Taehyung, assassin!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: PG-13, mentions of blood, guns, death, scam artists, video games LOL (nothing to gorey or serious tho), some cursing, very inaccurate descriptions of assassins-ish/scam artist missions

Synopsis: It do be Valentine’s Day.

Gunshots fire. Bullets whizz past your cheek. The stench of fresh blood reaches your nostrils. And yet. As you walk through the blood pooling at your feet, you don’t flinch.

Your hand is steady, resting on the trigger and ready to turn the corner.

BAM.

A clean headshot is fired and you’re thrown back with spurts of blood shooting out your neck onto the dirt floor.

“Damn,” you mutter, roughly tossing your mouse aside at your 20th death.

“How the hell are you an assassin with a KDA of 6/20/3?” a voice snickers through your headphones as you lean back into your swivel chair and shut off the game client.

“Real life and games are different, I guess,” you shrug.

The line abruptly goes dead making you straighten up in your chair in confusion. “What?” you mutter, checking up on the headphone cords and pc wires.

“You gonna sit there all day?”

You whip around to see Taehyung, your group’s main conman, and your partner in crime. Literally.

“We got a call,” he says, tossing over your hat and mask and cooly walking out the door. You slip on your cap and mask, pulling on a black jacket over your all-black look, and shove on your white sneakers.

“You have got to teach me better aim,” you mutter as you hop into the passenger seat. Taehyung scoffs as he starts the van’s engine, driving towards the Kim family’s mansion where your team was stationed to take action at the shady networking party.

“Says the sniper,” he shakes his head.

You sigh. “I don’t know what it is. It’s just not the same.”

At the sudden silence, you glance at Taehyung’s side profile, never able to get used to his perfectly sculpted face as his eyes intently focus on the road before you.

“What’s the matter?” he suddenly asks, briefly meeting your eyes before turning right back onto the streets. You flinch at the unexpected interaction and shake your head.

“N-Nothing,” you hum. “Is… Eunji going in with you today?”

Taehyung nods. “She always does for these cocktail parties.”

“Right,” you mutter under your breath.

You don’t know what you have against Eunji. She had joined the team a month after you finished sniper training and attending the main missions.

She took on the role as a con woman alongside Taehyung, acting as his plus one at these types of rich people events you guys attended.

Despite their visual charisma when Eunji held onto Taehyung’s arm and they both flashed their blinding smiles, Taehyung had always worked with you the best through the mere earpieces. He was good at flattering others and extremely observant, using his quick wit to navigate the areas. You were good at keeping him in check, giving clear, specific orders, and watching his back.

The two of you had effective communication as he gave signals through your binoculars for you to make the first shot. After one specific instance where Taehyung had experienced massive injuries and laid right under one of the notorious gang members, you had sniped the guy right off of him and weirdly, things started to change between you and Taehyung. Your friendship grew stronger despite the field of work the two of you were in and you found the both of you often relying on each other.

But nevertheless, Eunji was good at acting just like Taehyung which automatically earned her the position as the main con artist and appear as the perfect wealthy young couple at parties and business affairs. You had been ignoring the green feeling you got every time you had to watch them through your binoculars but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Taehyung stifles a laugh, immediately catching your attention.

“Are you jealous?”

Your eyes widen at the unexpected question that makes your heart race in nervousness. “Why would I be jealous? Of who?”

Taehyung shrugs, an amusing smirk plastered onto his stupidly handsome face. Before you could retort, Taehyung stops the car towards the wooded area hidden from main traffic and hops into the back to change into his suit.

You snap out of your confusing emotions, reminding yourself that you were in on an important business deal with the infamous Kim family who believed Taehyung and Eunji was the Shin family from France.

You quickly retrieve your weapons and materials from the trunk and nag Taehyung to safely carry out the mission and not be rash like he often was. He responds with a mischievous smile and a flick to your forehead before heading towards the hacker, Kim Namjoon’s van to take note of any security obstacles and important individuals.

You quietly run through the back route that you had analyzed on the way here and make your way up to the building labeled Building B. You shove in your earpiece before setting up your equipment, keeping a sharp eye out for any suspicious movements around you. Dealing with the Kim family was always risky business.

“Testing. Cinnamon buns. Testing.”

You snort. “Wanna go on a cinnamon bun date with me, Yoongs?”

Yoongi, the other experienced sniper currently stands on the opposite building from you, setting up his own materials. He ignores your comment, as usual, and focuses on the main hall of the mansion.

“Honestly, I always thought you guys looked cute together,” another voice adds with a snicker that you join in on. It was always too fun teasing Yoongi.

“What!?” Taehyung nearly yells into your ear making you grimace at the sudden loudness.

“Taehyung. Please,” Yoongi grits. “And shut the hell up, Park. Make sure you don’t end up knocking out the wrong man.”

That had happened before.

“Is Taeji in?” Jungkook, the new recruit in charge of hand to hand combat, interrupts the mild banter through the earpiece.

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the combination of Taehyung’s and Eunji’s names that your dumb team members came up with and listen quietly to Yoongi’s confirmation of observing the main entrance.

“Jimin,” Yoongi suddenly interrupts the silence. You scan the ballroom and spot the man in question who was, as always, flirting with a random woman for absolutely no reason except shits and giggles. “You aren’t here to pick up a one-night stand.”

You let out a short laugh as you see Jimin tense up indicating his entire body’s suppression of rolling his eyes. He successfully maintains his signature eye smile in front of the bashful female bartender who slips him a napkin. Probably with a set of numbers written on them.

“Security system is officially down,” Namjoon informs. “Taeji, Y/N. Standby at target.”

You quickly get into position, peering through your gun at the tall glass windows on the side of the target room. Once you make sure it’s in place, you use your binoculars to keep a close watch on the surroundings. You sweep over Taehyung and Eunji’s positions as they converse with some of the guests at the ball.

“Kim Seokjin entered through the side entrance doors,” Yoongi reports.

“Naturally get out of the conversation,” Namjoon instructs. “Kim approaching ten o’ clock about 100 ft away.”

You watch Eunji tug on Taehyung’s arm and lean close to whisper something in his ear.

You roll your eyes. Was that really necessary to get out of the conversation? You knew Eunji harbored feelings for Taehyung and always made it a point to be extra touchy on missions where they were required to enter as a couple.

You sigh as Taehyung gazes down at her with his playful grin and wraps his arm around her, quietly saying their excuses to the guests and taking their leave to “coincidentally” bump into Seokjin.

“Y/N,” Yoongi’s quiet voice calls.

“Listening,” you murmur.

“Remember. Don’t shoot unless it’s a life or death situation.”

“Got it,” you assure him, remembering that one time you had accidentally pulled the trigger during a winning fight. Good thing you had missed it because that would’ve been an extremely difficult situation to clear up.

Namjoon instructs Taehyung and Eunji to lead Seokjin into the back room where the transaction was scheduled to take place.

“How is someone so evil so good looking,” you say once you get a proper look at the man’s visuals as he follows after Taehyung and Eunji without any suspicion.

Eh, Tae’s more of my type. You think.

Yoongi rolls his eyes when he sees Taehyung’s jaw tense at your words that had accidentally spoken through your earpieces.

“Make a move if you’re mad,” Yoongi snickers as you scoff believing it referred to you while Taehyung jolts in surprise.

After a flashing light signal, Taehyung naturally walks towards the windows, slowly drawing the blinds closed just in case any rival gangs or crews were also present on the scene. Namjoon and Yoongi were watching the room from their respective visible places while Jimin and Jungkook were getting ready for any surprise attacks a few meters from the door. You stay still in position, taking this time to stretch your limbs since you didn’t have a visible line of sight.

A few minutes pass in silence which was quite normal for these types of meetings. It’s only when these business transactions get gangs involved that things go haywire and blood is shed.

“Shit,” Taehyung’s familiar timbre voice comes in through your headpiece. You immediately grow tense as Jimin quickly asks about the condition of the situation.

“Transaction is complete,” Namjoon quickly clarifies. “I don’t know why Taehyung cursed. Yoongi and Y/N stay in your positions till the Kims completely exit. Taeji and Kook, hurry and head out into your vans. Jimin hang around for about twenty more minutes. Don’t end up in a motel tonight.”

Jimin giggles as he walks back out into the main ballroom. “I’ll try.”

“Geez Tae,” Jungkook sighs, walking out towards the back of the mansion. “I thought I had to bust in.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung says, walking out through the back still in his suit and practically glowing. He fidgets with his watch and fiddles the knife stuck around his hip. “Did you guys realize it was Valentine’s Day tomorrow?”

You turn away, putting your binoculars aside as Eunji suddenly perks up expectantly at Taehyung’s random inquiry.

“Y/N,” Taehyung calls with hesitance.

You sigh, kneeling at your gun and peering in through the scope just in case. “I’m here.”

Unfortunately.

“You free tomorrow?”

You pause, leaning back from the gun. Was he trying to make fun of your single ass?

You don’t realize that just twenty feet below you, Taehyung awkwardly paces around as Eunji squints her eyes and huffs away to her respective van.

“Tomorrow?” you ask in confusion. “You tryin’ to have a galentines or something because obviously I do not have any pla-”

“Dumbass. He’s asking you out for Valentine’s Day,” Jimin suddenly interrupts, immediately sending both Taehyung and your faces to flush red.

You gulp. “As in-”

“A date,” Taehyung finishes. He nervously peers up at the building you were standing on top of earlier. He’s able to spot your dark figure. You turn around, somehow meeting Taehyung’s eyes as the mansion’s lights illuminate where you both stand.

“This is nasty,” Jungkook mutters with a sigh, hopping into Namjoon’s van.

Ding.

“This isn’t what I meant by making a move,” Yoongi sighs, tossing aside his water bottle after taking a swig. “Public confessions are a thing now?”

You look away, digging into your back pocket for your vibrating phone.

Tae: Go out... with me.

You intake a sharp breath, looking down only to see Taehyung typing away.

“You’re just salty that you’re lonely,” Jimin hums back at Yoongi, entering the ballroom with a flirty grin directed at CEO Shin’s mistress.

Tae: I like you Y/N. Wanna be my valentine?

“Fuck you,” Yoongi deadpans.

You: :3 teach me how to aim?

Taehyung grins, looking back up to see you peer down at him from the ledge.

“FOREVER AND ALWAYS!” he yells with a boxy smile.

“We’re literally going to die,” Namjoon groans.

#networkbangtan #bangtanhq #bangtanidx #btsboulangerie #bts #bts x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung scenario #bts scenario #taehyung fluff

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anarmorofwords · 3 years

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I think I’m only protective against people against platonic fairstairs (romantic fairstairs can like not) because…I get the feeling that idk; sometimes Matthew is the only merry thief the fandom at large doesn’t want to grow beyond their small circle of friendship, like he’s friends with Anna but like him and Cordelia being friends is good for him, I think? Good for Cordelia too. I think, at least. They like a lot of the same stuff, they have been nothing but warm to each other, and they honestly enjoy each other’s company? I really don’t think Matthew had any ulterior motives in befriending her other than he thought she was nice (him expressing “love” for her in the romantic sense feels like the biggest comphet “I feel a way for you and I am a guy and you are a girl, I should feel romantic for you” and “I want to emotionally hurt myself” which aren’t really actual romantic feelings), they spent time together (the road trip was cute and one of the rare moments that I felt “oh these two are actually allowing themselves to enjoy something good for them” before Lilith ruined it), he came out to her! Something he seemed actually very scared to do! I even think him telling her what he did isn’t even that bad because he spilled it to try and make her feel better (even if it’s not I would have done in the slightest) because he honestly does value her as a friend, and wants her to feel better even if the only way he can think to do that is “you can’t be a monster, I know a monsters and I am one.” Matthew doesn’t have to put on an act for Cordelia because Cordelia DOENST know him as well and know what he used to be like, Matthew doesn’t put Cordelia’s hero complex on edge because he’s also a natural care taker mom friend so he also doesn’t give off “I need to save him energy, or I need to do this myself, because he’s ready to give her his everything already and without conditions so like it’s complementary.

Oh and I think there is a another reason they bonded: Grace.

Grace basically is the driving force in at least the main plot of the books so far that’s moved Cordelia and Matthew from their main friendships, with Lucie and James, in a way. Lucie because she’s helping Grace, Cordelia’s assumed love rival, which must sting even if Cordelia doesn’t have the full story to why she’s helping grace but from Cordelia’s side she’s seeing her best friend and the man she loves pick grace over her and that sucks, then you have Matthew who is trying to slowly bring UO to James that Grace isn’t worth it and getting screamed at over it. Basically, both of them are kind of “left behind” and they formed a friendship from that general state of just being the only ones left to pair up like the two kids without partners for a school project who end up liking each other and staying friends but wouldn’t have become friends if they hadn’t had this series of events leading them together.

They are fine as friends, love triangle bullshit is dumb, should have just been the tlh version of Emma and Cristina is my ending point sorry for annoying you with a thesis called “platonic fairstairs made total sense, cc is just too romance minded to not fuck it up and I don’t blame people for rejecting romantic fairstairs but to say their friendship is fake or came out of nowhere is a little bit of a stretch for me personally.”

hi anon!!

i feel you and I'm with you!! I hate romantic Fairstairs, but platonic?! I love that relationship.

That's frustrating, true, but it's as simple as people hate Matthew and therefore don't want him associated with the characters they like, or even worse, accept that he could be an important part of their lives, and will do all sorts of mental gymnastics to discredit their friendship.

Anna and Matthew are a whole other topic, but from what I remember, it's only said that they're close, and we barely see that relationship. Plus I personally don't like Anna, so I like him being friends with someone else. I love TMT - hope they can work out their issues ofc - but they all can and should have friends outside of that.

Oh absolutely! I think their relationship is awesome! They have great banter and are comfortable around each other, and caring and they pay attention to each other. Matthew never took advantage of her, genuinely cares about her as a friend, and did that even before he was "in love", and he was nothing but respectful and clear about his feelings. He said he'd respect her boundaries in Paris, too.

I know some people will try their best to ignore the good things about him and that relationship, but Matthew was the only one that was there for her throughout all the mess with James and other things. (just so we're clear, it's on no way am attempt at shitting on Alastair; he was there for her all their lives and he's trying his best and I love him; also, Cordelia herself didn't give him a chance to help in this case; but I'm just stating a fact)

He was a steady friend who supported her all the time - made her laugh, cheered her up. Remember how free she felt during their little trip? Matthew gave her a chance to feel carefree and reckless for a moment, something her golden child syndrome and lonely upbringing with Elias didn't allow much of. James (tho it's not his fault) only stressed her out and she was suffocating in that relationship, while Matthew let her breathe more freely. Overlooking that just because you hate him is,,,, a choice.

Even the scene after Elias's death - it wasn't Matthew's intention to be insensitive about it (was he, actually? it did make her feel better, so I'm not sure what to think) He attempted to cheer her up, and then the monster thing was also supposed to do that. And perhaps it wasn't the best way of doing so, but that's not his fault. He didn't make it about him - he just tried to help the way he thought would be best. I saw people say that trying to relate to someone else's problems is a thing many ND people do as means of showing support, and Matthew is sometimes suggested to be ADHD, sooo

You're right, they seem to work well together and not make their respective "fatal flaws" worse.

And Matthew is more relaxed around her, but also more open and vulnerable - as you say, he doesn't need to pretend so much, doesn't need to put on a show.

That's a very interesting point about Grace, and you're totally right! I think Matthew is even aware of that - he kinda feels like both him and Cordelia were abandoned by James and wants to somehow make up for it to her, but also is looking for a friend himself, for someone to support and see him. They're both losing James to Grace, and can bond over that.

The little kids in a group metaphor is beautiful, thanks dear.

yes yes yes

yes

i still remember how my heart raced when Matthew told her that their group was missing something - and it was her. It seemed like a start of such a beautiful friendship, and I'm starving for m/f friendships. But alas, CC can't write those :'))

so yes, thank you, I agree, and you don't annoy me at all!! feel free to send whatever thesis you wanna share <3

#the last hours #tlh #matthew fairchild #cordelia carstairs #q #ask answered #spilling the tea

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settersloveletters · 4 years

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hello i recently saw a post about sugar daddy kenma and i immediately thought like cld u write an angst (w good ending maybe?) w sugar daddy kenma but he actually falls in love w the reader but thinks she's just there for the money bc obviously she's a sugar baby and her being in love w kenma but thinks o well he probably has other sugar babies so it doesn't mean anything if that makes sense ckfmsk

— 11:11; oneshot

a/n: this one was actually so fun to write, but it took me maybe more than 6 hours to write and it’s currently 6 am aha (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ anyways, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it ♡ this also became over the word limit for our scenarios so i made it into a oneshot whoops

➳ request: kenma is y/n’s sugar daddy who falls in love with her + angst

➳ characters: sugar daddy!kenma x sugar baby f!reader

➳ word count: 3.4k

➳ warnings: daddy kink + light nsfw

➳ admin: kiri ♡

↳ lowercase intended

[9:01] kenma: did you get the gift darling?

[9:01] y/n: yes daddy, i love it <33

[9:02] y/n: image.jpeg

kenma smirked to himself after opening the image of you showing off his latest gift for you. having been in a ‘sugaring’ relationship with you for a little over a year, he knew what you were into. meaning he knew what types of gifts that would get you riled up. his gift for you this time was a baby pink soft sheer slip on dress. you always loved pastel colours over the usual dominating red and black colours other sugar babies would choose.

[9:05] y/n: baby :(

[9:05] y/n: did you not like the picture :(

oh how lucky kenma was to have a sugar baby like you. you were definitely one of a kind in the world.

[11:06] kenma: sorry love, i was just admiring how delectable you look in that little dress i got you

[11:06] kenma: why don’t you come over tonight?

[11:07] y/n: i’m sorry baby i can’t :(

[11:07] y/n: you know i have that paper i need to write for my psychology class

and there was the one flaw about you. whenever kenma suggested you coming over to his place, not to do anything dirty you h-word people, you always managed to be busy. whether it be with work, or school, even when he offered to pay for your rent and your tuition. you always declined.

that’s where kenma’s thoughts split into two. you never asked for anything really. it was usually kenma giving you gifts he thought you would enjoy, which you did. however, when it came to spend more time together privately, you gently declined. he would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, don’t get him wrong, but he did in fact want to get closer to you.

why you ask? why would a sugar daddy that agreed to a no-sex relationship want to get intimately closer with his sugar baby? well the answer was simple of course.

he fell in love with you.

after one year of texting, one year of taking you out on little dates to the aquarium or on a picnic at the park, kozume kenma had fallen in love, with you. to the unsuspecting eye, the two would seem like a normal couple, and not as a sugar daddy and a sugar baby. if only that were true. at least to kenma.

[11:10] kenma: that’s okay darling, you know how much i want you to focus on school

[11:10] y/n: i knew you’d understand

[11:11] y/n: 11:11, make a wish baby :)

i wish that you felt the same as me. i wish that we weren’t in this type of relationship. i wish that i could just call you mine. i wish that i could just shower you with love. i wish that you loved me, as much as i loved you.

[11:11] kenma: i wish that my darling would go focus on her paper so that i could take her out on another date

[11:11] y/n: daddy why are you so cute :(

[11:12] kenma: what’s your wish my love

[11:12] y/n: tsk tsk, it’s 11:12 and you know the rules daddy

[11:12] kenma: oh how you tease me darling

kenma laughed time himself at the banter you both had. you were completely different than the other girls he has ever encountered. the way you were down to earth, yet the playfulness you had deep down. kenma loved everything about you. but he doubted that you would ever feel the same about him. for now he was content with what you had. as much as it hurt, he didn’t wanna lose you.

[11:13] y/n: i better go finish that paper, i’ll talk to you later baby

[11:13] kenma: how about tomorrow we go out after your classes are done. we can go to your favourite café to celebrate the coming of a new weekend.

[11:14] y/n: mm, sounds great i’ll see you tomorrow <3

kenma went to bed that night, dreaming about the moment he would get to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest as you both fall asleep to each other’s soft breathing

kenma waited in his car a metres away from the entrance to your university. he decided to surprise you and pick you up and drive together to your favourite café. that was his plan at least. until he got a new text message from you.

[5:05] y/n: i’m so sorry daddy, but something came up :( can we reschedule that café date

as disappointed as kenma was, he knew that you would never cancel one of your outings together unless for a good reason. he was too soft for you.

[5:06] kenma: don’t worry about it darling, are you alright?

[5:06] y/n: yeah dw i’m fine, i’ll talk to you later tonight tho <33

putting his phone away, kenma drove off gripping his steering wheel. it’s been a week or two since he last saw you in person and he missed you. he missed seeing your smile in person. missed hearing your soft voice. the way your laugh sounded like he was in heaven. kenma was definitely head over heels in love with you.

sighing to himself, he decided to head over to your favourite café anyways since he himself liked their dark roast coffee. he parked a few feet away from the café, next to the curb side of the main road. just when he was about to get out, a familiar figure could be spotted from the corner of his eye. he looked up to see you walking out of the café you two visited often together with another man dressed in a nice suit.

kenma’s heart stopped. who was that man you were with? was he another sugar daddy of yours? is he the reason why you cancelled on him? were you really just like the other girls, seeking out any man that would waste their money on you? kenma glared at the back of both yours and the mysterious man’s heads. he really thought you were content with what you both had already. you told him that he was the only guy that served as a sugar daddy for you. but now, it looked like you wanted more. and kenma was not having it.

from that moment, kenma started to distance himself from you. he stopped texting you all the time. cut down the gifts he sent you, and just forced himself to stop thinking about you. that was easier said than done.

of course you noticed, and you even tried to ask him what was wrong. always getting a dry reply or no reply at all. you were confused. one second you both were having your usual

fun and playful banter, and the next second kenma’s giving you the cold shoulder. could it be that he got bored of you?

did he start to seek out other sugar babies? you really believed that you and him had something special. a bond that would only occur once in a thousand lifetimes. as much as you wanted to figure out what was wrong, you already had your hands busy with something else, not to mention that you knew kenma that well to know when he was in one of his moods to leave him be or else he would snap. so you ignored the thoughts of him seeking other sugar babies and hoped that whatever was making him sad would cease.

kenma glared at the two figures that were outside his car. as hard as he tried, kenma just had to see you again. he missed you that much. he went against what his brain was telling him and followed his heart, which led him to your condo building late one night. the condo building where you were currently outside of with the same mysterious man he saw at the café. he assumed the very worst. you did in fact get another sugar daddy. and by the looks of you inviting him up to your place, kenma guessed that you had a completely different relationship with him than what you two agreed on. maybe you were just with him for his money. you really weren’t different at all.

kenma had enough. he drove himself to the closest bar and got himself completely wasted. who doesn’t want a drink when their heart was just ripped out of their chest and stomped on. kenma drinking was a rare occurrence that happened once or twice every few months. he would need to be be completely out of his mind to bring himself to a bar to just drink like a mad man. and that’s what he was doing then and there.

after an hour or so, kenma was completely gone. he wasn’t one of those drunkards who would stagger around or outside the bar mouthing off whatever was on their minds. no kenma was one of the silent types. but they do say that the silent ones are the most deadly ones. as he was sitting at the bar table, kenma brought out his phone. opening a text chat he hasn’t opened in a while.

[11:09] kenma: fuck you

[11:09] kenma: i hate you so much

[11:09] y/n: kenma? are you okay?

ordering yet another drink, kenma flares at the screen in front of him.

[11:10] kenma: i never wanna see your lying, gold-digging face ever again

[11:10] kenma: you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me

[11:10] y/n: kenma, baby? were you out drinking? what are you even saying?

[11:11] kenma: oh look it’s your favourite time of the day. eleven-fucking-eleven. let’s see what do i wish for this time. i wish that i never fucking met you. i wish that i could go in time and stop myself from agreeing to meet you. because all you are is another lying slut that would do anything for money. i wish that i could erase everything i know about you. i wish that you and me never happened.

[11:11] kenma: it doesn’t matter. i don’t care about you. i have all these other sugar babies that would come crawling to me. you’re just another bitch that’s desperate for money.

[11:12] y/n: if you have all these other bitches then you really don’t need me. goodbye kozume kenma. screw you.

[11:12] y/n: this person has blocked you. you can no longer send any messages.

after all that happened last night, kenma was somehow in the right state of mind to not drunk drive and managed to message his best friend, kuroo tetsuro. coincidentally, kuroo was the same person who introduced you to kenma. kuroo, after seeing his friend’s text, picked kenma up from the bar and dropped him off at his house leaving the poor guy to wake up with a massive hangover. kenma remembered everything that happened. it didn’t help that he still had the text messages on his phone, yet he couldn’t bare to delete them for some odd reason.

the rest of the week followed slowly for kenma, as he tried to adjust his life without you. fate had different plans though. it wasn’t done with you and kenma.

although kenma had newfound bitter memories, the café you and kenma went to had his favourite coffee. as kenma fixed the cuffs of his suit, walking up to the café doors, he bumped into someone.

“sorry about that.” he heard a deep voice apologize.

kenma looked up, his eyes widening as he realized the man that bumped into him was the same man he always saw with you. oh how fate loved to toy with the both of you. before either kenma or the man could say anything, a soft voice could be heard coming out of the café.

“dad, are you sure you’re gonna be okay taking the train back ho- kenma?” before you could finish your sentence you stopped right next to your father and stared at the man that broke your heart just a week ago. even then, you could feel something pulling at your chest as you stared at the pudding headed male.

“don’t worry about me y/n, your old man isn’t that hopeless anymore.” your dad chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your protests. “besides it seems like you know this gentleman, might as well spend the afternoon together. i’ll take off now.”

your father gave a small kiss to your forehead before getting into a taxi that would drive him to the closest train station. the air suddenly turned tense as both you and kenma looked anywhere but each others’ eyes.

breaking the silence kenma asked, “that was your father?”, to which you simply nodded playing with your fingers. it was a habit that you did whenever you were feeling anxious about something. kenma grinned at the thought.

“i-i better go.” you started to walk off, before kenma grabbed your wrist halting your movements.

“wait, we need to talk.”

you turned your head and stared at him. kenma’s eyes widened as he stared into yours. he could see them start to glass, filled with hurt and rage. hurt and rage caused by him.

“don’t you have some other girls to attend to?” you bitterly spat out turning away again. you grit your teeth as you tried to hold in your tears.

“y/n, please-“

“i have nothing to say to you.” you said, pulling your wrist away. you started to walk off until his voice could be heard,

“please y/n, i’ll give you space. just please meet me at our spot at 10:00 tonight.”

you didn’t say anything and walked off, leaving kenma to watch as your figure disappeared down the sidewalk.

10:30

you still weren’t there. kenma sat on the swing that hung from the big oak tree above him. 30 minutes past the initial time he told you, and you still weren’t there. kenma was just about to give up and go home, when he heard your familiar light footsteps. he looked up to see you there, shining in the moonlight.

“you came.” he breathed out, relieved. you gave him a sheepish smile, before taking a seat next to him on the swing.

the two of you swung in silence, just admiring the night sky in silence. this place was memorable for you both. it was where you both first went out, and agreed to a sugar daddy/baby relationship. you both visited this place often as it wasn’t well known around the community, but was close enough to kenma’s place. it held a special place in both your hearts.

“i was drunk and stupid and i didn’t know what i was saying.” kenma said, breaking the silence. “i was just so angry and hurt when i saw you with someone else at our café. i thought you were seeing another man when you told me you weren’t.”

you stayed silent, waiting for kenma to continue.

“i know that doesn’t excuse the fact that i got drunk and texted you all these things that are definitely not true and i can’t believe i even said those things to you”

“you called me, and i quote, ‘a lying slut that would do anything for money.” you said, a bitter-tone lacing those words.

“i know, and i regret everything i said. i-i was just hurt and the next thing i knew i was drinking and texting you, and i just wanna reverse everything that happened.” kenma bent over, putting his head in his hands.

“well it’s not like you’re the only one at fault,” you said, “i was keeping something from you after all.”

kenma glanced up at you, as you stared at the full moon which was your only source of light.

“that man you probably saw, which by now you probably know, was my dad. he was in a rough spot ever since i was young, my mom dying too soon and leaving my dad to raise me as a child.” you started off.

“he’s had trouble with money and it was becoming too much for me. once i turned 18 i left my hometown and moved here. got a job and worked hard to pay for my rent and my schooling.” kenma saw you smile sadly at the ground.

“why didn’t you tell me, you know i could’ve-“ he started to say before you cut him off.

“i didn’t wanna ask for your help. you already do so much for me, asking help for this matter was something i was never gonna bring up.”

you both stayed silent again.

“so what happened after?” kenma asked as he glanced at you.

“well my dad contacted me a few months ago, probably 6 months into what started between us. and i helped him find a stable job. he came down to visit me after so long of not seeing each other.” you explained.

kenma let out a breathy laugh, throwing his head back as he held his arm over his eyes. he couldn’t believe that he was that jealous, that insecure, that crazy about you.

“you drive me insane.” he said.

“well the feelings mutual.” you shot back.

kenma sat upright and stared at you. the silence returned once again, and the both of you just stared at each other. kenma brought a hand up to your cheek, brushing the surface with his thumb. leaning into his hand, you gazed at him.

after weeks of not seeing each other, or even touching each other it looked like you two were at your limits. as kenma leaned down, you leaned up and the both of you met in the middle, lips connecting as both of kenma’s hands cupped your face. you wrapped your arms around his neck, to which kenma broke away from your lips and moved down your jawline, giving you small kisses up until he got to your neck.

“kenma,” you breathed out.

“ah ah, what did you call me?” he brought his mouth back up to the side of your head, softly biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy,” you panted out, your mind going crazy as kenma continued to plant kisses around your neck.

“that’s my girl,” he praised.

you and kenma burst through his front door still attached to one another, as kenma pushed you against the wall right when you entered the apartment. putting a knee in between your legs, kenma unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt, showing your collarbone. as kenma planted more love-bites across your chest, his hands roamed your waist.

you tried to hold in the sounds you were making, however that did not sit well with kenma. with one hand, he held your hands above your head, and with the other he grabbed your face to make you look at him.

“what did i say about holding in those cute little sounds for me”

“t-that you would punish me.” you whimpered. smirking, kenma lifted you by the thighs and carried you off to his bedroom.

once kenma shut his bedroom door he threw you into his bed, climbing over you and stealing your pair of lips once again. kenma glanced over at the clock that sat on his dresser and pulled away from you.

“look what time it is my love” he said softly to you. you turned your head to the clock he was staring at and before your eyes read the time, 11:11.

“11:11, make a wish” you smiled softly at kenma. he brought his head down once again, giving you a small peck on the lips.

“i wish that i had the courage to tell you this sooner.” he muttered.

“tell me what?” you asked, a genuine look of confusion danced across your face.

“that i love you. that i’ve been in love with you. that i wish we would drop this sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship and just become a real couple” kenma whispered softly, hoping you didn’t hear him.

however, hearing everything he just said, you brought his face down to your lips once again, before pulling away saying, “well my love what if i told you i could make that wish a reality”

kenma let out a breath of relief, before stealing your lips once again. he started to unbutton the rest of your shirt as he moved down your neck, giving you small love bites, marking you as his. he couldn’t contain his excitement the moment he heard you panting and gasping.

kenma went to bed that night, wrapping his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest as you both fell asleep to each other’s soft breathing.

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Mr.Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT4

Warnings: Some more juicy Victor Angst! (tho not as bad as the previous part... wait for part five for that...) also some fluff, playful banter, corny jokes, backstory, aaaaaaAAAAND (say it with me y’all) CLIFFHANGERS!!!! and this one’s a dozy! :D

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, and three can be found here!)

Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D

And an additional note in the previous part of chapter four part three here! (I promise these notes are important)

Chapter four:

Part four:

Victor struggled to keep me talking, to stop me from pushing him away, but it was too late. I had said my piece. I ripped myself away from Victor’s arms and locked myself in the bathroom. After an hour or so to myself, I left the bathroom to find that Victor had packed away all of his things and was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that was left on the desk was the small yellow bowl and my spoon.

Days had passed and my condition had gotten better. People had come and gone but Victor hadn’t been one of them.

The day of my release finally came and I was relieved to finally be out of that awful hospital gown. I straightened my leather jacket as I looked at myself in the mirror. My burn was healing slowly but the doctor said I could finally move with it. Granted, that movement being minimal and I would need to replace my bandage daily. I did a quick pat check of my pockets. The keys that Bart had brought me for my apartment jabbed into my hand. I walked out of the bathroom and I checked my watch. 11:13. Chris should be here to pick me up soon. I looked up and looked around the room, ready to say goodbye…

“Victor?!” I gasped.

Victor stood in front of my hospital bed, looking at my last hospital report with a serious expression. He wore his usual business suit and black tie but something seemed off about him. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Victor turned to look at me, tactlessness riding in his eyes as they met mine. He placed the clipboard back onto the end of my bed and turned to face me straight on, shoving his hands into his pockets as he did so. He looked me up and down. “It’s good to see you out of bed.” Victor said, his voice a tone of professionalism that I had nearly forgotten about. I tensed slightly.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, dismissively.

“I’m taking you home.” Victor said casually. My heart skipped a beat.

“N-no. Chris is.” I said stubbornly. Victor sighed and started walking up to me slowly. I felt my body tense even further.

“Chris asked Bart to take you.” Victor said casually, as if he hadn’t noticed my uneasiness, “Then Bart had an emergency at a shoot so he asked me to pick you up.” Victor looked down at me, casting an intimidating aura around us. “Do you have a problem with that?” Victor asked, arching his eyebrow. I paused. From where I was standing, I could just make out the smell of his expensive cologne. A memory of the last night we spent together flashed in my mind.

“...No.” I finally said after a pause that had lasted far too long, “We should get going so you can go back to work.” I turned and walked to the door.

“Don’t worry about that.” Victor said, following close behind me, “Have you eaten today?”

“I was going to order in once I got home.” I said, pulling open the door and holding it for Victor. He didn’t walk through it. He only stared at me with an indignant face.

“Eating take out isn’t good for someone who is trying to heal.”

“Well I can’t rightly cook in my condition.” I arched my eyebrow and leaned on the door with my good arm. Victor arched his eyebrow to mimic mine.

“You have a family, don’t you?” He asked, folding his arms, “Can’t you go to them for food?”

“Let see,” I looked up and tapped my chin in thought, “Right now Maria is working at the hospital, Bart is at the so-called ‘shoot’, and the kids are at school. I suppose I could pick Lola up from day care and have her cook for me. Though, I doubt I'll get anything more than some mashed carrots.” I flashed a look at Victor.

Then froze.

He had a look on his face that sent nostalgia pushing through my heart. Nostalgia for when I was in a meeting with him and we joked about nicknames, when I was at Souvenir, when we joked and teased each other on the car ride home... When he showed how much he wanted to be a part of my life and he told me to confide in him for anything...

When he showed how much he cared...

I eased my shoulders as I looked at Victor, taking in that nostalgia that overcame me. Victor’s expression relaxed, as if he felt it as well. We stood there for what seemed like forever...

An image of a black mask flashed behind my eyes.

I tensed my shoulders and directed my eyes away from Victor as I cleared my throat. “Do you plan on taking me home or did you want to stay here instead?” My professional tone had returned as I looked down at my watch.

Hesitation lingered in the air. After a long, tedious moment, I felt something over my head. I looked up and found Victor had placed his hand on the door, holding it in my place. I turned to him and found that he was already looking down at me.

Victor gestured to the door, ushering for me to go through it. I wavered for a moment, watching Victor closely as I did so. His expression didn't change. He merely looked at me with an emotionless demeanor and strange emotions in his eyes. I quickly looked away from him, not wanting to have another staring contest, and walked out of the room. Victor followed behind me, shutting the door behind him and we began walking down the hallway in silence.

“We’re going to have to stop by the store before we go to your apartment.” Victor spoke defiantly and seriously, making me jump slightly, “The produce may not be as fresh as I’d like but there isn’t much we can do now.”

“Alright.” I said slowly, “Why?”

Victor sighed, as if the question was too dumb for him to answer. Nonetheless, he replied, “If you insist that no one can feed you, then I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.” All the blood in my body dropped to my shoes. Victor pulled out his phone and tapped it for a moment before pulling it up to his ear. “Mr. Mills, prepare Souvenir for-"

I reached up and yanked the phone Victor's hand. "Mr. Mills? It's Ike."

"Oh! Miss Ike!" Mr. Mills' familiar voice rang happily over the phone, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm... feeling better, thanks. Don't worry about opening Souvenir. Victor was overreacting to something I said."

"Well, alright then!" Mr. Mills laughed, "let me know if you change your mind!"

"I will. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and shoved it into Victor's chest. "Would you cut it out?!" I huffed, glaring up at him, "You've done enough for me! Besides it’s almost noon, don't you have a company to run?"

"Today is my day off." Victor said calmly, a stark contrast to my rising frustration towards him, "It wouldn't be out of my way. Besides, eating healthy when you're healing allows your body to heal faster, meaning you'll be back to work just as fast." I opened my mouth but Victor held up a hand, "You can pay for the groceries if you're so concerned about me going out of my way for you.” With that, Victor’s pace quickened, signaling that he was finished with that conversation. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. This man will be the death of me faster then I’ll be the death of him...

>>>

The car ride between Victor and I was silent. I sat in the back of the car, keeping my head facing the window and not daring to start a conversation. Victor felt differently though. “What do you feel like eating?” He asked casually, keeping his head facing the road.

“I’m not picky.” I said, keeping a tactless tone as My eyes glazed the buildings we passed, “You decide.”

“Are you allergic to anything?”

“Not unless you use a recipe with bees in it.”

“You’re allergic to bees?” Victor asked, seemingly interested in learning more.

“Mildly.” I said. Silence washed over the car again.

“You’re quite the conversationalist.” Victor said in a teasing tone. I hummed my response but said nothing more. Silence washed over the car again. “... How’s your arm?” Victor’s tone softened dramatically. I rolled my eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine?” I sighed, moving my hand from under my chin to rub my face, “I told you, I don’t feel any pain.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re fine.” Victor said defiantly, “You could just be saying that because you’re keeping the pain to yourself like a dummy.” I growled and turned to him, prepared to argue, but one look of his face made one thing clear to me.

He wanted me to fight him.

Though his face was stoic, I could still read traces of amusement in his eyes. He wanted me to fight with him. He wanted to banter… a part of me did too. I wanted so bad to give him a snarky quip, a sarcastic comment, an arched eyebrow and snide grin. But I couldn’t. We would become too close and...

I shut my mouth and turned back to the window. “What?” Victor teased, “Are you afraid that I’m right?”

“No.” I sighed, tone flat and emotionless, “Just… not in the mood to fight.” I felt Victor’s eyes on me but I made no motion to meet them. I swallowed back the rising lump in my throat as I leaned my elbow back onto the window, resuming the position I had, and cutting Victor off from any further conversations.

Victor watched Ike through the rearview mirror of the car, unsure of what to do next. He tried conversating, joking around, calling her dummy, he was even making her dinner! Why was she so adamant on pushing him away. She called him from Souvenir as someone she could trust. Was she lying? Was calling him a mistake? A joke? Did he really not mean as much to her as she did to him?

Victor sighed and adjusted the mirror so it was facing the back of the car once again. How could he? She didn’t remember the spoon… his spoon. The one he had given to a little girl all those years ago while he was perfecting a pudding recipe for a girl he liked. At that time, that little bushy haired girl had been the only friend he had. And, though she had never met his crush before, she knew how much she meant to him and tried to help him in any way she could. Without question. That little bushy haired girl who made him warm and happy inside, that made him question his previous feelings, that made his day with the purest of smiles. That smile never seemed to leave her face back then…

What happened to her?

I frowned as we walked into the supermarket. The place was bustling with people with late lunch plans. I looked up at Victor, who had just walked to my side. “It’s pretty busy today.” I sang, folding my arms and arching my eyebrow, “It may be faster just to get take out.” Victor looked down at me and arched his eyebrow.

“What? Are you afraid of a little crowd?” Victor asked snarkily. He walked further into the store and to the small stack of vacant carts, “You’ll have to stay close to me so I don’t lose you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I grumbled, walking up to Victor, “Can’t you just give me a list? I’m sure we can leave faster if we split up.”

“Nope.” Victor defiantly said, “You’re sticking with me.”

“I’d rather jump off a cliff.”

“Ike, I’m responsible if you get hurt.”

“Oh my, you’re right. I may start some beef with the lunch meat.” I looked up at Victor, “If I’m not careful, they’ll send me back to the hospital.” I was prepared for a snarky quip back…

Victor’s eyes locked onto mine. A hint of an indecipherable emotion played in his eyes. I felt a slight warmth in my chest…

Which I promptly squashed as I cleared my throat and avoided eye contact with him as I looked around the store. “We should get shopping.” I said, backing away from Victor slightly. I started walking forward, looking at the food around me. It didn’t take long until I stopped in my tracks. I turned to look at Victor. He was following close behind me, watching me carefully. Once he caught my eyes, he arched his eyebrow.

“Is there a problem?” Victor asked as if he knew what the problem was without having to ask. I rolled my eyes and walked to the side of the shopping cart.

“What do we need to buy?” I asked impatiently. Victor chuckled and pushed the cart forward.

Our time at the store seemed to pass swiftly. After Victor had started shopping, he had gotten into a sort of zone. He seemed to be lost in finding the right ingredients to whatever dish he had planned. But Victor didn’t dismiss me entirely. He kept a close eye on me and constantly asked for my input for what to buy. Though I didn’t reply with more then one word, it didn’t stop him from doing it with every product he came across.

I paid for the food like Victor said I could and left the store, Victor holding nearly all of the bags himself. I chose not to say anything about it, knowing full well that he’d want me to…

I couldn’t…

I won’t…

“...I could have taken some of those bags you know.” I huffed, more angry that I had broken my silent treatment then that he had taken the bags for himself.

“You shouldn’t overwork your shoulder.” Victor said seriously. I looked up at him with a glare.

“I’m. Fine.” I growled, hitting each syllable with deliberacy, “Besides, what is one bag full of lettuce going to do? Hold me at gunpoint? Speaking of which,” I looked down at the bags and their contents, “You sure bought a lot of leafy greens.”

“Dark leafy greens hold a lot of vitamins and minerals that will help aid your healing process.” Victor said defiantly as we neared his car, “You’re complaining about eating your vegetables? I thought you said you weren’t a picky eater.”

“I’m not. I just figured you had mistaken me for a bunny-... rabbit.” I cursed to myself. I did it again! I fell back into our natural rhythm! I need to stop or-

“I think I can tell the difference between a bunny and a dummy.” Victor chimed. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Oh really! Well good on you! That was a skill I had to take years to master!”

“Excuse me?” Victor chuckled.

“Yeah! It only made sense after I tried to use a rabbit as a puppet.”

Victor laughed.

I looked up at him in shock.

Did I really make Captain Capitalist laugh?!

Victor looked down at me, laughter still remaining in his eyes as he met mine. “What?” He chuckled, “Do you really think so little of your own jokes?”

“No.” I said, his contagious smile creeping onto my face, “I just… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.” Victor arched his eyebrow.

“Oh? Well maybe that’s because some dummy hasn’t said anything funny before.”

I clicked my tongue. “Ah man. You were doing so good! But I’m actually a bunny.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Victor said through a hardy chuckle, “My mistake.” He bumped me playfully with his grocery bags before he approached his car with his keys. I stalled a moment, watching him open the trunk smoothly, despite the bags in his hands. A warm feel settled in my chest. Maybe talking like this with Victor wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be. Maybe we can be close but I can steer the topic away from… what was going on. We may not be as close as he’d like but maybe what we could be is work buddies. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? Besides,...

I felt a slight burn push through my cheeks.

Victor looked so handsome when he smiled.

Victor turned to look at me, catching me off guard. “Are you just going to stand there?” He asked, reaching one of his now empty hands out to me. I shook my head and walked over to him, the warmth in my heart becoming stronger.

The car ride home was short but it may have just been that way because Victor and I had spent it bantering. He didn’t seem to want to change the conversation over what useless thing we had been discussing. Victor seemed perfectly alright arguing uselessly over nothing. Perhaps he could tell that I didn’t want it to change. Actually, at that moment, I didn’t want anything to change. But I knew it had to as we pulled into my apartment parking lot.

“You still have that bike?” Victor growled as he parked next to my motorcycle.

“Jealous?” I teased, unbuckling my seatbelt and popping my car door open.

“Hardly.” Victor rolled his eyes as he followed my movements, “You seem like a well rounded person. Why would you want to risk your life on something as dangerous as a bike.”

“To spite you.” I sighed and left the car, smiling at my bike, “and Sam would kill me if I got rid of it.”

“Sam?” Victor asked, popping the trunk of his car again, “Why’s that?”

“He helped me pick her out.” I brushed the handle of my bike gently, “He was obsessed with motorbikes when we had first met. When I was finally old enough to get my own, I let him pick it. Once I bought it he promptly devalued it by slapping a corny sticker on the side of it.” I knelt down and touched the out-of-place dino sticker, “Even though, to me, he had made it priceless.” I sat there a moment longer, admiring the bike. Eventually, I sighed, stood up, and turned to face Victor. He was already looking at me. His eyes had a sort of haze to them, obviously lost in thought.

“Don’t tell me my story made you cry.” I teased, walking over to him. Victor blinked and met my eyes, “I made you laugh and cry in one day! Bart will never believe me.” Victor rolled his eyes.

“Just grab the bags I left for you.” He deadpanned, moving to walk to my apartment. I looked in the trunk. Two measly bags sat waiting for me. One containing eggs; the other a package of spinach. I ran my tongue over my teeth in annoyance but took the bags anyway. I closed the trunk and rushed to catch up with Victor.

As we neared my apartment, I pulled out the keys from my pocket. As I flipped through the keys, I glanced up. A small package sat on my door mat. I arched my eyebrow and stooped down to pick it up. I looked it over carefully. There was no packaging label, no return address, no address on it at all. It was just a small cardboard box that, after a small shake, contained something light and hard.

“What is it?” Victor asked, coming up from behind me.

“Dunno.” I said casually, tucking the package under my arm and turning my attention back to my keys, “Probably someone from the family with a get well gift.”

“What makes you say that?”

“No address on it.” I opened the door then plucked the box from under my arm. I turned it in the air so Victor could see, “Whoever sent it had to know where I live. It’s probably Sam. He does this kind of thing a lot.” I entered the apartment and flipped on the lights. Nothing had changed, except that some of the plants that I kept around the room had wilted. I clicked my tongue as I walked into the room, sliding off my jacket and hanging it up carelessly next to the door.

“You and Sam are close.” Victor said, following close behind me.

“What gives you that idea?” I teased, tossing a pair of guest slippers down by Victor’s feet.

“He told me about the watch you gave him one of the days they visited.” Victor said, sliding on the slippers easily.

“Oh really?” I scoffed, walking into the kitchen and placing the shopping bags on the counter, “And what did he say about it?”

“That you bought it for him when you moved out. And that you engraved it so It was more meaningful.” Victor walked up next to me and placed his shopping bags next to mine. He looked down to me meaningfully, “‘Wherever you are-’”

“‘I’ll be there.’” I recited, feeling a soft blush push through my cheeks, “Yeah I know the saying. Sam must have really liked you if he told you all of that.” Victor hummed as he started unloading the contents of the shopping bags.

“He’s a good kid.” Victor’s smooth voice was proof that he meant it.

“Yeah,” I said walking around the table and to my entertainment center, “He is.”

“Where is your trash?” Victor asked from the kitchen.

“Under the sink.” I called as I plucked a box cutter from one of the higher shelves of the center, “First door, you can’t miss it. I’ll show you where everything is in a second.” Some rustling came from the kitchen but Victor said nothing more. Unwilling to keep Victor waiting, I quickly slid the boxcutters knife down the tape of the box and flipped it open…

The boxcutter slipped from my hands.

A glistening green light reflected from the lights of my apartment and into my eye, making me squint but not breaking my eye contact from what was in the box. A pitch black, full faced, high quality mask sat on top of a layer of crinkled brown paper.

And on its forehead sat a green gemmed and gold laced scarab.

The box crashed to the ground, causing the mask to slip out of it and hit the floor with a clack. A small black card flipped out from under the mask. It fluttered in the air before sliding just in front of my feet. In calligraphic writing, the bold, poisonous green letters read:

“Get well soon.”

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12, 24, 43, 48 & 50? Oops my hand slipped-

I couldn’t help it tho your writing is immaculate✨

PLS can u imagine not stanning avani lmao could never be me

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

i mean have you read my sgetober fics i want TEARS

nah but i really do try to make my dialogue real and light hearted? when i’m writing tedros and chaddick interactions it’s gotta be funny those are my rules. either way i’m trying to squeeze emotion out.

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

More then I can count! The Summer Seemed to Last Forever, wedding rewrite fic, an unreleased post tlea fic where Dovey is the psychiatrist with the third years, an au when dysfunctional family reunites when hester mom dies, and the Teen Titans au. Oh, and a road trip fic but that may be a while.

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

God. Um. Bed sharing for life, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, enemies to lovers. I love all the bantering, the teasing, and the slow burn is just so good. Also love college aus an unhealthy amount. i also simp for canon divergence

One of my favorite scenarios of all time is final battles,, they’re so good. all the allies you’ve met over the course of the series reunite for one amazing showdown between good and bad. betrayal, hurt, emotions, it all comes to a final head. they’re amazing. gives me so much happy. of course, i’m not big on the dramatic battlefield deaths, but it’s a piece i’m willing to pay.

i’m also very ashamed of it but uh, werewolves. not the smeyer type, no need to worry, just good bois and girls with dog like behaviors. kinda like the ones in what we do in the shadows

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

I have no idea man. I went through all my fics and had highlighted this one a long time ago and I was like,,, wtf this is so good? it’s not my favorite, idk if I had a favorite, but I remember spending like twenty minutes on this alone.

“She smells so familiar, a smell that Hester can’t pinpoint but she’d know it anywhere, and the closeness and the sound of their pounding hearts collides and it’s so freaking amazing, and there’s no one outside but the two of them, and when Anadil pulls her closer, there’s no one in the world except for the two of them.”

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Of course you can you omg here’s two wedding fic previews because I couldn’t decide

“If you’re not going to finish the dress three months early, then don’t take the job! How hard is that?” Sophie rages at the still mannequin and the white puffy skirt. The white bodice is incomplete, the pearled sleeves hanging off the arms. “Your seamstress should be fired.”

“Sophie, I hate to break it to you but you’re insane. How did other fairy tales get their dresses done so fast?” Agatha asks, running her hands through her hair and pacing. She snaps her fingers. “Birds and mice!”

They both look at each other. A hair pin falls out of Sophie's hair and makes a little clink noise on the ground. “Yeah, no. Not for us. Guess we’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.” Sophie says, her finger glowing pink. Her hair flies out from behind her, eyes glowing maliciously, the mannequin seems to tremble before her... but Agatha grabs her wrist.

“Wait, I have something better then birds and mice!”

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“These gentlemen giving you trouble, beautiful?” Beatrix asks Reena smoothly, rolling up her dress sleeves.

“Yeah, these guys giving you shit, uh, ugly?” Ravan echoes to Hort, who rolls his eyes despite the grin.

#ty for the ask!!#ren rambles #🌻avani🌻#my post #renbox

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stonerbughead · 4 years

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Maria watches friday night lights (#17)

wow 4x06 was such a rollercoaster ride! Here we go:

Okay this Matt and Julie scene with the two of them making out in the car demonstrates so much about why I love them —tho I’ve surmised there will be more trouble ahead before they get their happy ending. Julie remembers she has something to tell him; they banter about her being pregnant with twin aliens; and then she tells him she’d been meaning to surprise him with tickets to a music festival in Austin before his dad’s untimely death but is totally cool with not going if he doesn’t want to??? It’s like ugh these two are so cute and care so deeply for each other my heart 🥰😭 “The chapter said that when your dad dies, you should probably most likely go to a music festival.”

the rest of my flailing under the cut:

Omgggg that assistant coach who annoyed me earlier in the season is back with a vengeance making wild claims they can’t hold up ON CAMERA I am Eric Taylor in this scene

Damn I’ve always loved Tim and Lyla — I mean especially in season 3 and OOOOOH boy this reunion banter and make out sesh into Tim’s trailer had me fanning myself! super predictable when Lyla comes to see Tim at his TRAILER on “midterm break” but no less hot!

Oh shit Matt and his grandma got $$$ from the military? He gotta go to art school now, bish!

“I don’t understand why people keep asking me why I’m okay, I’m fine.” Honestly my partner started getting annoyed by people in this way after his dad died too, grief is WEIRD and hard!

I love watching a teen show where just taking off for a music festival for two days with her long term boyfriend is the big scandal.

Omg Landry you’re still talking about Tyra to Jess?! Stop doing this, bro! Lol Jess slaps him in the face right after I typed that. nice.

Lyla and Tim’s chemistry is still off the charts!!!!

Yeeeeesh that Becky and Lyla introduction was pretty yikes

Lol I love the assistant coach being tight-lipped with the reporters now re: the lions’ “guaranteed win.” did Eric chew him out lol

More in This Is That Shit I Like: Matt and Julie eating sandwiches on their car roof on the side of the road talking about how romantic it is! “Good sandwiches I put my heart and soul into.” Cutiessss but also sings to Saracen: ~you must deal with your grief, babe~

Jess’s relationship with Vince intrigues me. And I love the introduction of Jess’s dad’s bbq joint as another watering hole in East Dillon.

Becky, yikes, don’t go off on Luke, he was being so cute and respectful! Also he is much more age-appropriate than Tim and you are letting out your anger about your unrequited Riggins feelings on poor Luke!!! (Forreal am I supposed to like Becky? I have mixed feelings.)

baby Grace yelling “uh oh” as Tami leaves an angry voicemail for Julie lol

“Show them your ring, Tim.” Wow okay never change Billy Riggins (jk you should def change a lot of things)

“I think she asked me what it was like being pregnant.” Yes go off, Mindy, and Billy, don’t speak for your wife!! Lol Lyla’s gonna ride the bull? I love that Lyla and Mindy eventually got along.

awww Tim is so still in love with her, my heart! “You missed me.” “You had no idea.” Swoon

Omg this Becky and Lyla convo broke my heart and was super uncomfortable. Becky legit said, “You’re so lucky. You’re super pretty.” What does one say to that? Silently walking away with an awkward smile is all I could manage too, Lyla 🙈🤦🏻‍♀️

Are the panthers making fun of East Dillon players for watching game tape in Sears? Their blatant classism is gross, Oh wow, assistant coach finally steps up, nice! also obligatory fuck JD McCoy

Back to back Matt and Julie dancing in their hotel room and Tim and Lyla bedroom scene “thanks for coming back” “you’re welcome” my heart (you know the angst is coming but I love the soft moments we get first)

Awww vince’s mom wants to come to the game clean 🥺

Tami being unable to think about anything but Julie and not knowing where she is makes so much sense!! (oldest child vibe is reallll here) but damn she’ll have a rough transition if Julie goes away to school

Oh no Tim thinks Lyla will stay in Dillon baby noooo

“I know but I hate it, i don’t want her to go.” Oh Tami it’s so hard 🥺

WOW did not realize Matt didn’t know Julie wasn’t allowed to go to Austin until Landry called. It’s really cute that the reason saracen’s upset is bc he wants Eric and Tami to like him and that was not cool of Julie, at least let him decide if he wants to break the rules too!

Aw fuck there it is, what’s been bubbling under the surface all season: “the responsibility of having to stay in Dillon.”

Omg Vince’s mom actually showed up!!!

Oh whaatttttt they’re all sad they lost? Don’t be, babes! This is a sick underdog moment, y’all put up a fight against a team you thought was gonna slaughter you!!!

Gotta love the early 2000s indie band appearance concert trope!!! although yikes this fight, Julie desperately screaming “I love you” as the band plays!

Tim with the forehead kiss for Lyla at the bus stop fuck me up

Ohhh the thematic “stay” theme for both Tim/Lyla and Matt/Julie is just so *chef’s kiss* this show is a gift

“It was nice just to get away with you.” “I love you Julie.” “I love you Mattie.” Feels like a goodbye, man. Like they both know it’s not working right now by circumstance even tho they love each other 😭🥺

Julie breaking the fuck down when she gets inside yepppp! “I think he’s leaving” ME TOO 😭

Tami immediately putting her head on Julie’s shoulder is that good mom shit even tho she’s def gonna ground Julie’s ass later lol

“Do you have a broken heart?” “Was she the love of your life?” Why does Becky talk like the cringey Riverdale writers. I hope people won’t throw things at me but Becky annoys me and her soulmate speech is a stretch

“Becky.” “Yeah?” “Shut up. Please.” Lmao same tim 😂

Oh shit Matt issss leaving damnnnn! Dramatic Trauma Rama! feat pretty footage of matt driving away

BRING ON THE ANGST

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #tim x lyla #matt x julie #friday night lights 4x06

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Blurred lines, pt.2

Summary: When you’re friends with someone for a long time, sometimes the lines between friendship and romance start to blur.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol

Word count: 3.4k

Part one

Routine. It's supposed to be a pattern of actions you repeat and the people you deal with daily. That's what I used to consider my relationship with Ethan, but it was never the truth. If anything, what we had was a turmoil of epic proportions, a storm after a storm, another tornado after the last one almost desolated us.

I assumed we'd slide back into that routine of ours, keep on pretending we weren't at a loss on what to do when one of us is concerned. He'd keep on joking around about my music taste and I'd call him out on his horrible fashion sense. It was our thing. Constant banter, cuddling...oh, and sleeping together whenever we encounter the slightest bump in the road.

But I couldn't go back to that. My insides would twist and turn with the sight of him and his unbothered smile, my heart hating him for it. Every cell inside my body hated him for being so nonchalant when I was continuously breaking.

Perhaps that's our routine. Or it's my routine.

So, I drifted away. I monopolized every moment of the day to be spent away from Ethan, either with Chris who I could barely look in the eye knowing I desire another man who didn't want my love in such a manor, or I'd study like crazy

. I began losing sleep, because sleep meant my subconscious giving Ethan life even when I'm not awake. My own mind turned on me, allowing him to haunt me, awake or not.

„Ethan Grant Dolan, are you trying to flirt with me?!“ I joke, getting my head off his lap to sit properly and face him. That way I could look into his hazel eyes and know if he's lying to me or not. I could read him easily.

„N-no.“ He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a cagey smile coating his lips as he averted his gaze to his lap.

„That sounded awful lot like flirting to me.“ I push, leaning in and down to fall in his line of sight. My smile wasn't fading as our eyes met, neither did the nervous one he portrayed.

„If you think I was flirting, I was probably just being friendly. If you thought I was awkward and made you feel uncomfortable, then I was flirting.“ Ethan exclaims and I burst into giggles, collapsing back in his lap as my knees tuck closer to my chest.

„You said I looked pretty and then compared me to an ice cream cone. Yes, you made me uncomfortable and yes, you were flirting!“ I accuse, still wiping away tears of pure laughter and happiness.

Ethan rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue and looks down. He runs his fingers through my hair and a serious expression takes over his face. He inches closer and closer and I dare not breathe. I'm frozen in my spot, awaiting for his move.

His breath fans my face, the chocolate on his breath still present and overpowering, just as his new perfume – or cologne as he preferred to call it, even though he has only three strands of hair on his chin.

„I dare you to move.“ I whisper, inviting him to do it. I want him to close the distance. I want him to kiss me.

And he does.

I snap my eyes open, feeling a tingling sensation on my lips. My fingertips trail the sensitive skin, my eyes closing as a pained sigh bubbles inside my throat.

That was the first time he had kissed me. We were barely sixteen at the time, but it was also when my desire for him was conceived. It never faded after that.

I look at my watch, seeing it's already six in the afternoon, exactly an hour after Ethan's wrestling match began. I felt an odd ache inside my heart with the knowledge, one I have to ignore.

In all our years of friendship, I have missed only one of his matches and he made me promise that would never happen again. He was adamant about it, almost frantic when he appeared on my doorstep that night.

„Why weren't you there? Y/N, why?“ He's in his sweats, hear disheveled and face red from the cold. His eyes bore into mine and his hands grab onto my shoulders, waiting for a good excuse on my behalf.

„I'm sick, E.“ I reply sadly, biting into my lower lip as my chin quivers and his eyes soften instantaneously. His hands pass my shoulders and his arms slide over as he pulls me into a tight hug. Face pressed against his chest, I sigh into his hoodie and wrap my arms around his waist. He sways me lightly, burying his face in my neck as one of his hands hide in my hair.

„I'm so sorry I came in like that. I was just mad you weren't there and I got no warning.“ He apologizes, words slow and mumbled, but I could understand. I'd understand his grunts, let alone his mumbles.

„Why so mad?“ I string a few words together, barely a sentence. He pulls away, the warmth his body gave me despite him being freezing cold from the weather outside still felt hard to leave. I wanted to fold in his arms and let my head rest on his chest and just let the world fade away. I wanted it to be just us.

„I'm sure Kayla was there.“ I add, pressing my lips together as he chuckles.

„She was. One problem with that, tho'.“ He pauses, glancing at his shoes before he trains his eyes on me.

„She's not you. She's not my lucky charm.“ Ethan states and my eyes widen, shock registering in every cell my body consists of.

„Your what?“ My voice goes higher inadvertently and a small smile breaks on his face as he runs a hand through his hair. He gnaws on the inside of his bottom lip, pursing his lips while his eyes wander around the room before they dare to fall on me.

„Lucky charm. I always win when you're there and the one time you weren't, I completely bombed. You're my lucky charm, Y/N. Always were. In every sport. In life.“

„E.” I start, but he interjects.

„Promise me that won’t happen again. Promise you’ll always be there.” He demanded, eyes not moving from my face and his hands holding onto me like I’m the very breath he needs.

„I...I promise.”

And I didn't show up tonight.

This was the second time that happened in my entire existence and I couldn't shake the guilt that washed over me for doing so. It's not his fault he can't love me back romantically. It's mine, yet I make him suffer for it.

After all, what can he do? Break my heart? You can't break a broken heart. There's no more damage left to do now. I'm immune to that pain now.

I should have been there.

But I wasn't.

One thing that's clear about me is that I don't deal well with Ethan related sorrows and I always act out. Tonight, alcohol would be my vice.

Getting ready, I go to the nearest frat party on campus and drink my pain away, hoping I can drown my demons and let myself think as a rational human being again.

„You're nursing an empty bottle there.“ A familiar voice comes through and I turn to see my boyfriend sitting beside me. I avert my gaze immediately, unable to look him in the eye.

I never cheated on Chris, not even with Ethan. But I wanted to and that's just as bad. I love someone else and that's even worse. It's unfair and completely wretched of me to do. I hoped he'd help me forget, to move on and be happy as Ethan seemed to be. But it didn't work.

I still loved my best friend and Chris got caught in a love triangle he was never aware of. He's one of those good guys – handsome, smart and a killer sense of humor. I do love him for he did take my mind off Ethan most days, but this pain dosage was too big for him to cover. I do love him. I'm just not in love with him.

„I understand.“ Chris speaks softly, pain laced in his scruffy voice as I frown.

„What?“ I question and he raises an eyebrow.

„You just told me you love Ethan and although you love me, you're not in love with me. You're breaking up with me from what I gathered.“ Chris replies and I gasp, dropping the empty beer bottle from my hand. I didn't even realize I spoke what was on my mind and now I was breaking his heart.

„I never deserved him.” I’m not sure if I’m thinking or speaking anymore, but his answer says it all.

„Yes, you did. But we accept the love we think we deserve, so you never gave me a chance. Y/N, you're an amazing woman, one that truly made me think soulmates could be real. I just wish you'd see that same thing in yourself one day. You deserve a soulmate love where a guy would go to the moon and back for you. If Ethan is that guy, I'm happy for you. If not, don't dwell on him anymore. It will save you a lot of pain as well as the guy who takes my place.“ Chris leans in, pressing his lips against my forehead gingerly, his hand at the back of my head. He remains there, lingering as his stubble breezes across my skin.

Once he lets go, he stands, leaving me alone on the couch.

The music is loud, as if my own mind screaming isn't enough. Shaking my head, I put it between my hands and lean forward, resting it on my knees as I press my palms into my sides with more intensity to make the noise stop.

Losing it, I jump up, almost knocking over a freshman in the process. I run outside, tears streaming down my face freely as I stumble toward an old oak tree.

But it's not just any tree.

„This will be our tree. Just like we had Oaky in New Jersey.“ Ethan claims, running his hand along the lower branch. He smiles widely, like a child that found a shiny new toy.

„And what would we do under this tree?“ I wink suggestively, leaning against the tree and coyly smiling at him. Ethan's cheeks are bright pink, his lips twitching with an inkling of mischief in his eyes. He walks closer, setting his arms at either side of my body as if to cage me. He didn't know it was completely unnecessary. You don't have to cage what wants to remain close to you.

His face inches closer to me and I suck in a deep breath, afraid any movement would make him step away and end this feeling of flying on cloud nine only he evoked inside.

„Whatever.“ He kissed my right cheek.

„We.“ He kissed my left cheek.

„Want.“ He brushed his nose against mine and I start to feel faint, the lack of oxygen getting to me.

„Breathe, Y/N.“ He licks his lips, as cocky as ever. I can't believe he grew up to be so vain and confident, because the Ethan I knew would run when girls asked him on dates. I never let him live that down.

„Shut up.“ I roll my eyes as the pent up air slowly makes its way out my lungs and fresh one takes its place.

„Someone's sassy today.“ Ethan's husky voice makes my skin crawl, in the way I wanted him to run his hands over every inch and leave his mark for everyone to see.

„Shh...If you keep talking, we'll fight and I'm imposing a no fighting rule around our tree.“ I poke his chest with my right index finger before pressing my palm against his pecks and push him away.

„I accept the rule. No fighting under our tree.“ Ethan agreed, chuckling at my poor attempt to push him away, but he allows me to do so nonetheless. He pulls out a small, portable knife and I raise a brow before I realize it's the knife Grayson got him when they went camping. Before I know it, Ethan had carved our initials into the tree, leaving it as a permanent reminded it belonged to us.

Our tree. Our spot.

I run my fingers along the initials, sighing heavily as the alcohol sways my mind into sitting. I put my head between my legs, grasping my hair at the root.

„You weren't there.“ A voice startles me. A voice I know better than the beat of my own heart.

„I kept looking for you, but you weren't there.“ The betrayal in his voice is evident even to a fool, let alone a person who knows him as intimately as I do.

„I couldn't. I can't.“ I try to find the right words, failing miserably.

„What was that between you and Chris?“ Ethan sits beside me, his forearm brushing my right arm.

„We, uh, broke up. How'd you know that?“ I wipe away the tears with the back of my hand, glancing at Ethan who had his gaze trained on me intently. He refused to look anywhere else, so I had to.

„I saw you drinking and thought I'd look after you from a distance. Just in case, ya know? But then he came and...well, I followed you out here.“ Ethan explains, voice heavy with emotions I could no longer decipher as my own have been overwhelming.

„You didn't come to me.“ I state, almost accusing him as if it were a crime he committed. I have no right to do so, especially when we're not together and I missed his match.

He had every right to be angry with me.

„Noticed you needed some space. I guess I did too.“ His heavy sigh invites me to look at him again. His head is leaned against the tree and his eyes closed, angled so his sharp jaw is displayed in all its glory. His legs are pulled to his chest, his elbows resting on his knees. The moonlight shines a sliver of his brown hair and I find myself admiring him again. I can never get over how beautiful this man is.

„Did you...“ I trail off, seeing the tiniest smile spread on his face.

„Win?“ He finishes, taking a quick peak at me with his left eye only.

„Nah. You knew that already. Didn't have my lucky charm there.“ Ethan doesn't sound angry though. He sounds...slightly disappointed, but his words are almost longing.

A pause follows, one filled with silence both on the outside as it is on the inside of my mind. Finally, my mind is calm and it's unfair how that seems to be the case only when Ethan is near me.

„I broke up with Lulu.“ Ethan breaks the silence and my head snaps back to him, almost injuring my neck in the process.

„Why?“ I croak, starting to get angry with his calm expression and closed eyes. It's as if none of this touches him in the slightest bit. It's like he's the happiest man on Earth.

„Decided to stop lying to her, to the world. Mostly to myself.“ Ethan answers, but it only baffles me.

„I, uh. I love someone else. Someone I've always loved, but was terrified to admit to it. To her.“ His words break off mid sentence, the only indicator he is in fact, nervous.

I find myself wishing he'd just admit it, say the words and look me in the eye. I just want to finally hear him tell me all this pain was worth something.

„Ethan.“ I say his name, watching his eyes flutter open.

„It's you. I know you know that.“ He pushes himself up to stand and I quickly follow his lead.

„So why wait so long? Huh? Why did you keep breaking my heart if you loved me all along?“ I push, now bitter of this long wait he'd made me suffer through. It wasn't fair to me.

„Two reasons. One, Grayson and I made a dealt neither of us gets you. We both had a thing for you back then and I couldn't do it to him. Two, I was scared I'd lose you. I was terrified we'd break up and you'd leave. This way...we had each other in every way, but we always stayed together in the end.“ Ethan's ridiculous explanations make me fume.

„You didn't stay away, tho’. Does Grayson know that?“ I point out and he sighs, nodding.

„Yeah. I didn't know he knew, but he did. Apparently he's been okay with it for a while and I only found out today when I called him to ask for permission to break the bro code officially.“ Ethan takes a step closer and I narrow my eyes.

„You know I'd never leave. Even if we broke up. I'd stay. I made you a promise to stay – the darkest thought you ever had, the worst thing you've ever done, I’ll stand by you through anything. That was my promise, Ethan. I just didn't know the worst thing you'll ever do would be to me.“ I hear my voice break, but I feel it too. I feel my vocal cords strain and crack in my throat and Ethan's face falls with the sound like a switch finally went off in his head.

„I'm an ass. I don't deserve you, I know that. But if you let me, I'd like to treasure you and your love for the rest of my life. Y/N, I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend.“ Ethan states, dropping on one knee as my heart stops.

„I'm asking you to be my wife.“ He looks up expectantly, awaiting any kind of a response. I'm frozen solid in my spot.

Is this how he felt when I told him I love him on prom?

Because I get it now.

„I love you.“ He adds for good measure, his now brown eyes filled with tears and glistening in the moonlight.

„You want me....to be your wife...to marry me?“ I take pauses for deep breaths, my lungs almost collapsing with the shock he sprung on me.

„Forever and always. I've known you my whole life and I love every damn part of you. Even the things that annoy me, I love. There isn't anything you can say or do to lessen my love for you and it took me way too long to embrace the love I feel for you, because I always thought you deserved better than me. But we're made for one another. I know you feel it too. I don’t let people in, but I let you in and you’ve always been in my heart.“ He remains on his knee, but I see him waver.

„Stand up.“ I order him and he drops his gaze to the ground, but does as I asked him to.

Cupping his face, I force him to look into my eyes and I search the soul of a man behind those brown hues. I loved his eyes and their magical ability to change from hazel to brown depending on weather, time of day or emotion. I loved him with my whole being.

„Promise me you'll never break my heart again. This whole epic kind of love is better in print than in real life. I can't handle these broken hearts and ruined lives, the invisible bloodshed. I need you to promise not to run, no matter what happens. That you'll love me, even when you hate me.“ My tone is demanding, but my touch upon his cheeks is as gentle as a lover's touch. It's a touch of someone who loves and wants to be loved so desperately after waiting for so long.

„Every time I hurt you, I hurt myself. I felt the same pain and I'll never put us through that. I'll do anything to make you happy, I promise. At the cost of my soul.“ He adds the last bit and I roll my eyes at his flare for dramatic statements.

„In that case, given you ask again when I’m sober.“ I bite my lower lip, wetting it.

„I'll marry you.“ Ethan doesn't waste time in connecting his lips with mine, pressing me tightly to his body as if he's never been touched. I can hardly breathe with his hands roaming my body and his lips devouring mine, but I'd never complain. Not when my heart is whole for the first time in a long time.

I finally have him.

All of him.

Tags: @xalayx @accalialionheart @fallinginlove-16 @heyits-claire @daddygraysonsbitch @graydolan12

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allisondraste · 5 years

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Temperance (23/?)

Pairing: Nathaniel Howe/ Female, Non-HoF Cousland

Story Summary: Nathaniel and Elissa were childhood friends, but time and distance tore them apart. In the aftermath of the Fifth Blight, and Ferelden’s Civil War, both Elissa and Nathaniel must attempt reconstruct their tattered lives. As a series of events lead them to be reunited, both are reminded of so many years ago when things were much simpler.

Chapter Summary: After nine years apart, Liss finally sees Nathaniel again. She only wishes that it were under different circumstances.

First Chapter Previous Chapter [AO3 LINK]

Fereldan Countryside, 9:31 Dragon

“I suppose I owe you an explanation, an apology,” Alistair announced suddenly, breaking the oppressive silence that stretched endlessly between he and Liss ever since they left Highever, “Both, maybe?”

Liss sighed. Days of navigating treacherous emotional terrain first with the kiss, her traumatic return home, and the resurgence of whatever it was she felt for Nathaniel, left her nearly numb. It had been nice to see Fergus and to hear his dumb brother advice that wasn’t actually so dumb. Still, nothing would change the fact that Highever felt more like a graveyard than a home. She was tired, and she didn’t really want to talk about anything, especially not her now complicated relationship with Alistair.

“Not anymore than I owe you,” she replied, fingers tightening around the reins in her hand.

“Call it even then?” He raised his eyebrows, grinning in what she knew to be feigned hopefulness.

“I don’t think that’s how this works.”

“I’m not sure how any of this is supposed to work,” he grumbled, “If the past few months haven’t been a testament to that, then nothing is.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Liss asserted.

“Am I?” There was a bite, an annoyance in his voice that stung, though it wasn’t directed at her. He was quiet for a moment and then he sighed. “I haven’t exactly been honest with you about my relationship with the Warden-Comm— with Lucia.”

He said her name as if it were a prayer, all previous anger toward her drained from his voice, leaving only a somber reverence. It was how Oriana’s name sounded when Fergus talked about her now. Liss’ heart ached, guilt throbbing in her chest. How had she not seen it before? How had she not realized? Alistair wasn’t just heartbroken. He was grieving.

“You love her,” she said, offering him a small smile when he darted his eyes to her. “You didn’t have to tell me that.”

“That obvious, huh?” He laughed and shook his head, a pained expression crossing his face.

Liss watched him for a minute before speaking again. “Why did she leave?”

“The Blight took its toll, in more ways than either of us expected. She dealt with it the only way she knew how… I guess.” He shrugged. “I just wish, well, I don’t know what I wish. I miss her. I want to see her again and I don’t know how she feels, or if—”

He choked, his voice raw and jaw set. The poor man. She did not need to imagine how he felt because she knew, something she’d very vocally acknowledged in her outburst on the way to Highever. She cared for Alistair, and she never meant to cause him more pain.

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” she stated firmly, eyes trained on the road ahead, too ashamed to see his reaction, “It was selfish and inconsiderate. I knew better. It’s just that… it felt good to not feel so alone.”

“Liss, you really don’t have to apologize for that. I had just as much of a part in what happened as you did, and I could have stopped it at any time.” Alistair let out a heavy sigh and continued. “It was lovely. You’re lovely, but—”

“But I’m not her.” Liss turned her head to face him, smirking. “Nobody will ever be her.”

“I’m so sorry if I hurt you.”

She shook her head. “Not hurt. Just embarrassed, but that will go away with time, I think.”

“I hope we can still be friends, in spite of, well… everything.” He smiled that crooked smile of his and exhaled a shaky breath.

“If I’m honest, I’d be happy to pretend it never happened,” she said, laughing more nervously than she would have liked. Alistair just smiled and nodded affirmatively.

Having shed some of the weight from their shoulders, the remainder of the return trip to Denerim passed by quickly. Conversation flowed easily between Liss and Alistair once again, filling the air between them with banter and laughter, the things she’d always appreciated the most from him. It was early evening when they reached the city, tired horses and tireder bodies welcoming the end of the journey that felt much longer than it actually was. They had been away for days, and yet it felt like a lifetime.

Once the horses were handed off to servants to be stabled, Liss and Alistair made their way inside the palace, and into the vestibule that led into numerous hallways, including the throne room. As had become their custom in the months that they had both lived in the castle, they stopped in the vestibule to say their good evenings. The air between them was awkward, stiffer than it had ever been, even when they just met. Alistair scratched the back of his head and Liss turned her gaze to the ground.

“Well, this is—“ Liss began, but was interrupted as Alistair hugged her abruptly, squeezing almost too tightly. She wrapped her arms around him in return.

“Thank you, Liss,” he said softly, “For everything.”

“I haven’t done anything except make a fool of myself,” she laughed and pulled back to look at him.

“You helped me feel better when I would have been perfectly comfortable pouting and hating myself,” he admitted, “You have been a good friend.”

“So have you.” Liss smiled briefly and moved to place a brief, chaste kiss on his lips. Alistair’s cheeks flushed a bit, but he smiled warmly nonetheless.

Then, he jumped, body tensing at a loud clatter at the opposite end of the room, the sound of glass shattering. Before Liss could even look to see what had made the sound, he tore himself away from her abruptly and her heart sank. His eyes were fixed on the far side of the room, wide and watering, fists clenched at his side. She followed his gaze to a dark-haired woman dressed in armor she knew to belong to the Grey Wardens. Even at a distance, she looked so tired and sad.

“Luce,” Alistair muttered, breathlessly, but the woman didn’t say anything. The Commander of the Grey had impeccable timing.

“Oy,” Liss remarked, “This looks bad.”

It was then that she shifted her gaze from Lucia to the Warden who knelt beside her, deliberately focused on picking up the shards of glass from the floor, as if it were his solemn duty. He had familiar dark hair that hung around his face, hiding his features. It was probably ridiculous that she recognized him by the top of his head. Were it anyone else she probably couldn’t have. Nathaniel was different.

She took a few steps forward tilting her head in an effort to get a better look at his face, just to be certain.

“Nate,” she asked, stomach twisting into knots. He looked up at her immediately, as if he’d been waiting for her to say something. Knowing him, he probably had.

He smiled at her so gently she thought she might break, dropped the glass shards he’d been holding, and stood up.

“Hi, Liss.”

Stubborn tears welled in her eyes as she fought the overwhelming urge to run to him. She should be angry with him for never writing and for showing up now, so casual as if there weren’t nine years between them, as if nothing had changed. Everything had changed. He had never written to her. There were nine years between them now, and yet she still wanted to run to him, to feel his arms around her, comforting her as he always had.

So she did. She ran to him, tears breaking free and falling from her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck. He didn’t flinch or stiffen up as she expected him to, but simply took a step back so as to not fall down from the force and suddenness of the embrace, and wrapped his arms around her just as tightly.

Liss buried her face into the curve between his neck and shoulder, and the rest of the world fell away. There was no Denerim, no palace, no Alistair or Lucia staring in confused silence as she knew they had to be. There was only her and Nate, together in the same room for the first time in entirely too long.

After a brief moment, Nate cleared his throat and began to pull away from her. She prepared to be hurt, but when she looked up at him, he had turned his head to look at Lucia, her tired eyes asking him for something she didn’t say aloud.

Liss glanced back at Alistair who smiled sadly. Embarrassment poured over her and her cheeks burned hot. Maker, she had kissed Alistair just as Lucia and Nate walked in, hadn’t she? They’d seen and now she had just thrown herself into Nate’s arms. Damn her and her stupid impulsivity. She thought the guilt might strangle her, and then Nate tugged at her arm.

“I’m going to go—“ he hesitated— “Replace these flasks before the apothecary closes. Do you want to come?”

Liss met his gaze, then looked between Lucia and Alistair before looking back at Nate and nodding. “Yes, please.”

Nate nodded at Lucia and turned to open the door, holding it open for Liss to walk through, before following behind her.

“The apothecary, huh,” Liss asked as they walked out into the courtyard, “You know, I just read a book about an apothecary who falls in love with a beautiful Templar.”

“We don’t actually have to go to the apothecary… unless you want to,” Nate said with a smirk, ignoring her comment about the book, “I just figured the Commander and Alistair might need some privacy to talk.”

“The vestibule is not exactly private.”

“No,” he sighed, eyes pointed at her like daggers, “It isn’t.”

“Right.” She brought her hands to her face and dropped her head. “I’m just going to go throw myself down a well.”

To her surprise, Nate laughed, and she gathered the courage to look at him again. His eyes were closed and he shook his head. “Please don’t.”

“No, no, really it’ll be best for everyone,” she said with a laugh even though it didn’t feel quite as funny as she hoped. The lump in her throat wasn’t helping. Nor were the tears that had returned to her eyes. Damn it.

Nate touched her shoulder and she looked up at him, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She took a deep breath and attempted to compose herself. It would be so easy to break down into a mess of tears, to spill her guts to him, but this was not how she wanted their reunion to be.

“I’m sorry. I am quite a mess,” she explained, sniffing a bit. “I just got back from Highever, and—“

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“But—“

“I spent months thinking you were dead, that Father—,” he trailed off — “It is good to see you. Mess or not.”

“It’s good to see you, too,” she replied.

Nate inhaled deeply, and looked out toward the city. “We have quite a bit to discuss, don’t we?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you up for a drink?” He turned to look at her.

“I’m up for several,” Liss remarked dryly.

“Me too,” Nate admitted with a sigh. “Which tavern shall we grace with our presence then?”

A smile twitched on her lips and she waved for him to follow her down into the Market District. There were several taverns in town, but The Gnawed Noble had become Liss’ personal favorite, especially since the Landsmeet ended, and all of the disgruntled nobility left with it. The tavern was closest to the palace and right at the heart of the market, and it was particularly clean compared to some of the other places. It was worth the extra price for that alone.

Upon entering the tavern, a cacophony of raucous laughter, slurred conversation, and clumsily plucked lute strings filled Liss’ ears. The air inside smelled strongly of ale and sweat, but it was warm, and had plenty of distraction were she to need it. Things had never been awkward with Nate before, but they had been children the last time they spoke. She was a different person now, in many ways, and she figured that he probably was, too.

They selected a table in the back corner of the room and sat down. A barmaid approached to take their orders, and they gave them. She blushed and giggled when Nate thanked her and called her “my lady.” Liss wasn’t jealous, no, but she found the woman’s laugh grating and wished she would do her job instead of standing around and flirting with the patrons. When she finally walked away, an uncomfortable, heavy silence fell between them that somehow seemed louder than all of the noise in the tavern. Liss stared at the table intently, as if she were attempting to count the ridges in the wood.

“Liss,” Nate spoke up, grabbing her attention from the wood grain, “I know that this probably goes without saying, but I believe it is important for me to say anyway.”

“You don’t have to apologize for your father,” Liss interrupted bluntly.

“I do, and I will,” he asserted, “I may not be responsible for my father’s evil, but he’s dead, and someone should apologize for what he did.”

“You sound like Anora.”

“I’ve heard worse comparisons.” Nate paused as the maid returned and sat two large tankards, filled to the brim, down on the table. He thanked her again, and she ran her hand along his shoulder. Liss shook away the fantasy about setting her on fire with her eyes, and listened as Nate continued speaking. “I am truly sorry for what my father did to your family. I hope you know that if I had been there, I would never have let it happen. I would have died first.”

“Well,” Liss said, taking a sip of the cider in her tankard, “You weren’t there, were you?”

Nate flinched and blinked at her several times. She immediately regretted her choice of words and tone, but they were honest. She needed to be honest with him.

“I wasn’t,” Nate answered, taking a long drink from his own tankard and setting it back down, “Whether you believe me or not, I am sorry for that too. Your family was more like family to me than my own, and I loved them. I wish I had been with you all that night.”

“You shouldn’t wish that, Nate,” Liss warned him gravely, “It was a nightmare.”

“I know, and I’m sorry that you had to face it alone.”

“Stop apologizing,” Liss blurted, nearly shouting, “I’m so tired of people apologizing to me for things that have already happened. It’s a pointless waste of breath. No amount of “sorry” is going to bring my parents back. Nothing anyone says is going to make me stop seeing my nephew’s lifeless little body in my nightmares.”

“I—”

“It’s fine, Nathaniel,” she said, anger deflating and she took another drink, “It’s not your fault. I’d never blame you for something your father did. I’d just rather not talk about it right now.”

“Very well,” Nate stated sharply, the crease between his brows and set in his jaw betrayed his hurt, “What would you like to talk about?”

“Maybe it’d be good to start with catching up,” Liss offered him a gentle smile in hopes to atone for her prior harshness. “Tell me about Starkhaven, the Wardens! It all sounds so...exciting. I’m envious.”

“It is not as glamorous as you might think,” he laughed, “But I am happy to entertain you.”

They spent the next hour or so drinking as Nate shared tales of his time in the Free Marches, about the times he competed in the Grand Tourney, about the different foods and music, about what his training as a squire involved. Not glamorous? Liss begged to differ. She would have given a limb for that kind of adventure. The Wardens, however, he refused to speak much about. He mentioned how he came to be a Warden, spoke about some of his comrades, but refused to speak of much else. “Private Warden business,” whatever that meant. She decided not to prod him about it.

He was quiet for a moment, as if he was trying to gather his thoughts.

“What’s on your mind?” Liss tilted her head and he laughed uncomfortably.

“I suppose there is no tactful way to ask.”

“You’re wondering about Alistair.” She had figured she would need to explain it to him eventually.

“Yes.”

“I honestly don’t know,” she said with a sigh, “We’re friends. There have been times over the past few months where it felt like more than that, when I thought he might care for me in a different way, but I think it was just loneliness on both of our parts. I’ve always known he was still in love with Lucia. It was stupid of me to kiss him, especially earlier in the vestibule. We had already decided that we were just going to be friends. I was just being affectionate. I am an idiot, and this is why I belong in a well. That way, everyone will be safe from my errant lips.”

“‘Errant lips,’” Nate asked, laughing through his nose, “That is one way of putting it.”

“It’s not funny, Nate,” she exclaimed, “Every time I kiss someone, something terrible happens. I’m a menace to society.”

“Whatever you say, my lady,” he teased and she felt heat crawl to her cheeks.

“You don’t believe me.”

“I just don’t recall your lips bothering me,” Nate stated matter-of-factly.

“I—“ She choked. He was so much bolder than before. “Uh. Well. You did have to leave.”

Nate chuckled and shook his head. “Fair enough.”

By the time the conversation died, they had both finished their drinks. Liss’ face was warm and her head spun. She couldn’t decide if she was actually dizzy from the whirlwind of a day she’d had, or just drunk. She watched as Nate paid the barmaid, placing the coins in her hand and smiling. He looked just like he had so many years ago, only not quite as thin. He also had a ridiculous little patch of hair on his chin. It suited him, but that wasn’t going to stop her from teasing him about it later.

If there was to be a later. It dawned on her that he would eventually have to leave again. He’d have to go back to the Wardens, Alistair too, and she’d be alone again. Panic began to creepl up her spine and tighten in her chest. She bit it back clenching her fists until her nails dig into the skin of her palms. Then, a warm touch to her hand drew her out of her thoughts. She looked down to see Nate’s hand covering hers.

“Are you all right, Liss?” His pale eyes were filled with concern for her that she wished wasn’t there.

She waved a hand at him. “I’m fine. I’m just very tired, and the cider is… getting to me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She pulled her hand out from under his gently and stood up, pushing her chair in. “I just need to get some sleep, I think.”

“Let’s get back to the palace, then,” Nate said as he stood to join her.

It was later than Liss thought, when they stepped out of the tavern. The moons and stars shone brightly in the sky and Denerim was quieter than she’d ever seen it. She wondered how things had gone for Alistair and Lucia, and hoped that they would not encounter them in the hallway. She wasn’t quite ready to face the much-deserved wrath of the Hero of Ferelden.

She walked by Nate’s side, occasionally glancing over at him, if only to remind herself that he was really there. It wasn’t just her imagination. It wasn’t long before they reached the palace. They entered to find the vestibule empty and shards of glass gone, as if nothing had ever happened. They headed up a few flights of stairs and down a hallway toward the guest wing. Both of their rooms were located there, Liss realized, but were on opposite ends of the hall.

They came to her door first, and she stopped, turning to face him. “This is me.”

Nate nodded and frowned, clearly searching for words again. “I suppose this is goodnight, then.”

Liss nodded, but stayed exactly where she was, not ready to turn and enter her room. He seemed equally stuck, which offered her some comfort.

“Listen, um, thank you for this,” she said finally, “For tonight. I needed it.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, closing his mouth sharply, but then opening it back up again as if to say something. He didn’t. He must have thought better of it.

Unable to bear it any longer, Liss brought her eyes up to meet his, and took Fergus’ advice for the first time in her life. “I’ve missed you.”

“Liss,” Nate said, placing his hands on her shoulders before drawing her into an embrace. “I’ve missed you, too.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed, exhaling all of her tension against his chest and then leaned back to look up at him. His eyes watched her intently, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him, just as she had the night before he left, but she couldn’t. He had just walked in to see her kissing another man. Even if he wanted to, which she doubted, it would be in poor taste. She thought too much of him to make him feel as if she was using him for comfort.

They broke the embrace, said their goodnights, and Liss turned to enter her room, closing the door behind her. As uncertain as everything was, as uneasy as the sensation in her chest, she was so much more at ease just knowing Nate was there. He felt like home.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age awakening #nathaniel howe #nathaniel howe x cousland #cousland #howesland #temperance #update #my wrtiting

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devilsnwitches · 5 years

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I saw your shipping and handling for Vergil. So what about your other muses? It's okay if I need to send this ask multiple times btw. I just got curious.

// I can do a read more! That way it isn’t more posts to search for but XD thank you

This man oozes confidence. So if you can match that and meet him step for step he’ll definitely keep his eye on you.

My V also thoroughly enjoys LOTR and Harry Potter, so could talk to him for days about either of them. If you speak Elvish and can be really elegant, you might steal his breath away

Speaking of elegant…forgot to mention this for Vergil but like, dude. Both Vergil and V will ballroom dance you into next week! V loves dancing with Kyrie just to have some fun. He’ll also dance in the rain!

Unlike Vergil, he doesn’t mind loud talkers. I mean, he has Griffon, but I established that it’s because the silence can get to him sometimes. Griffon fills that void. Fast talkers can throw him for a loop sometimes but just…give him an extra minute to process what you’ve said and don’t be upset if he didn’t catch something and asks you to repeat.

Unless he’s in the middle of reading something really good, as long as you capture his attention first he’ll focus completely on you. Unless he’s fighting. Then he’s solely focused on the fight and hyper-focuses on it, won’t even let you fret on him until after everything’s dead. After the fight? Fret all you like, he will actually enjoy it. He doesn’t like being coddled, but he likes being taken care of.

V also likes to just…sit in your presence and observe you or read and let the moment be for hours. If you’re okay with that and don’t feel the need to fill a void that isn’t there, then kudos!

Kyrie

I love her, okay? Just…adore this precious cinnamon roll

She’s been through so much and still stuck with Nero at the end of everything.

Her heart is so pure and so strong. I stan her.

Don’t trifle with her, though, everyone agrees on that

When Nero says ‘Kyrie always makes too much’ I mean this girl cooks like she’s cooking for an army because I headcanon the Sparda men have black holes for stomachs and if there can be leftovers for Nero to take on the road it makes her happy.

Want to woo her? Just…she’ll know you like her cooking when you clear your plate and she’ll also know if you eat it just to be polite.

This girl is classic romance, candlelight dinners, slow dancing, soft touches, loving kisses, movies and cuddles on the couch, though she loves Nero’s quirky shyness and they can be shy sweet beans together ok!

Yvette

Yvette is a silly bean!

Loves to laugh and will not be afraid to have one of those super loud obnoxious belly laughs. Genuinely enjoys Dante’s jokes.

Don’t get in her way when she starts cleaning man, don’t do it

She likes simple things, actually. A movie out, a ‘Netflix and chill’, flowers just because, eating at Freddi’s, a stargazing date or a cloud watching date

She’s been hurt before, however, because she’s been told she’s too much. Too clingy, too weird, too this, too that. She hugs a lot, she does drive-by kisses when you’re established, PDA/hand-holding, and she will tell you “I love you” every chance she gets and to her, it never loses the meaning. She’s been told not to because it ‘loses it’s meaning over time’ and she just…doesn’t believe that.

Also not a virgin, but uh…acts like it because she just feels so strongly and every other time she’s given herself to someone they’ve hurt her one way or another, so she just…gets scared

RB!Dante

Still a fairly new muse for me, but hey, we’re trying to get a feel for each other.

A lot more feral than my Vergil is, the more nasty kind of cat that would rather bite and scratch first and most would say put him down.

But don’t. Keep trying. He’s been scorned way too many times and has Major Trust Issues. Your persistence will annoy him, but as long as you’re genuine he can see it in your eyes.

If you can meet his eyes you’ll gain respect points, though if you’re shy he’ll think it’s cute too.

Call him on his bullshit, he’ll be stunned enough you can talk to him without him snapping. Yet, don’t be rude and nasty when you do. He won’t respond well. Use it to catch his attention.

Banter with him and laugh at his dumb jokes. Again tho, be sincere. He’ll know and he’ll appreciate it.

After doing a bunch of character aesthetics, I’ve learned he’s also truly a Soft Boi™ and once you survive that growling surface, you’ll see it glowing through in the form of picking wildflowers to maybe give to you, scuffing his feet shyly and rubbing his nose, maybe bumping shoulders and you know if he’s averting his eyes he’s into you and being cute.

^ Do. Not. Tease. Him. ^ He will clam up and shut off to you all over again. It hurts and he shows his hurt violently and with gnashed teeth. (Addendum - once you’re well established teasing is fine he’ll know you enough to know it’s in good fun)

Isn’t opposed to makeup, interestingly enough. If you’re in the store together and you pick up a stick of lipstick and say “I think this would look good on you” he’d go “yeah? let’s try it” and he’ll even let you put it on, same with eyeliner, though he finds colored liners more entertaining he’ll def be down for a classic bold winged look in black.

^He’d be the boyfriend in those “boyfriend does my makeup” challenge videos and is Good At It where when he’s done he’ll straight up tell you he doesn’t want you to post it because you look smokin’ and he’s a greedy/jealous boi

#it's go time it's show time ( r!dante main )#how to woo #dmc v #dmc kyrie #v #kyrie #yvette lysander #answered asks

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lustingtc · 5 years

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7th May 2019

I’ve got a phat headache 🥰🥰🥰 I’m gonna fucking die lolololol XD

So the bAD J,,, we’re bonding 😔😔

We’re bonding over how Dogman is a fitty🤪🤪🤙🏻 he told her to get a bottle down that she threw but she’s literally 3 foot so she was like “I can’t.” 😞😞😞 n so he was like “I didn’t see then. 😉😉😉” JSKSJSKSK UWU

Maths with Dogman tho,,,, ohmy-

So he helped me n O bc we’re the dumbest bitches in that room ☺️☺️☺️✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Anyways Dogman came to help us oof,, but me and O are just,,,,ohmygod,,, we were being SO FUCKING DUMB JEEZ,,

Whenever Dogman would talk we’d just look at each other and laugh,,, like SHE FUCKING GRUNTED WHEN I SPOKE LMAOO😭😭😭😭

THEN!!!! I said the awnser for her bc she was being a slow bitch n she started shouting “OHMYGOD THAT WAS MY TIME TO SHINE!!!” 😡😡😡😡 fUCking IN FRONT OF MY BOYFRIEND JFC!!!! Lmao he just laughed awkwardly oogZ

Anyways 💁‍♀️

We’re doing averages n like,, I’m a dumb bitch and I can’t tell the differences between all the M’s in like mean, mode and shit like those are the only ones I know bc like shit fuck I’m dumb

So Dogman was tryna teach me them n yeah,,, didn’t work lmao 🤪🤙🏻🤙🏻

But at the end of lesson me and O where leaving and Dogman stops us and is like “K. What’s the mode?” MY DUMBASS IS LIKE ‘awe shit. We don’t even know how to count’

So 🥰🥰 my 🤪 DUMB 😳😳 A S S 😋😋 is like “...uh. The one where you... and like... you... yeah.” So. 😚✌🏻 he most likely thinks I’m a dumb bitch. Jk he laughed a little and told me to work on it but this is mean and I’ve been writing this for 2 hours so fuck that (hi yes lmao I’m the worst at doing everything)

Now A will give her experience with T during her test. (Just in time bitch bc I just wrote what she told me dumb cunt)

Like always. Language and opinions used are not my own

I walked up the stairs n he heard me going upstairs. he stood in front of me and smiled showing his manky teeth. he had a light beard, but it was longer than last time, and it was darker [i love my fave depressed king]. i come in and he's like "feeling good " acting like some black rapper. I just gave him that "kys" look n sat down. he was like " oh i'll do this student and then do A" but he pronounced my name in the spanish way which was cool i guess. I was daydreaming n he comes out all like " what ARE YOU DOING". i was like " u never gave me my stupid work" n he was like " O" he got me the general convo card n walked off. this is the bit that made me question wether he was autistic or not, HE COMES BACK 2 SECONDS AFTER N HE WAS LIKE " ACTUALLY, I'LL HAVE THAT" n left me to daydream again. the old woman gave me my paper n stuff and he wrote my name for me [enter, god I wish that was me]. i look down at my name and it says " A Ayo" aYo??? [actual full name 110%] he was a tired man for sure. he was like do u have a pen n i was like no lmao so he points at my tit [GOD 😔 I WISH THAT WAS ME 🤤😫] n hes like u liar so after explaining that the pen didnt work he gave me one. he comes back 12mins after n he's like aahh ur turn bro alright get ready here's the good shit, i might hate him but he was ok during this bit. before the test he's like 'how r u feeling' n I said ' i dont want to this cba bc im fasting' the man starts fucking cackling and laughing like a rat [T’s islamaphobic scandal hi]. i was just like ' :/ ' and he was like " all these kids were like 'im nervous' but ur like cba ayee' i was like xd [this is the banter confidence I wish I had] . he goes on to the speaking bit and u could tell he enjoyed talking to someone fluent [we love teachers who actually enjoy teaching]. he said "what do u think is the worse conflict" or some shit cba to english rn bro. i was like lol lemme mess with him and said" holocaust" [reminder T is natively German!!] he was like um... asdfghjkl He asked " whats ur fave tv show when u were a kid" and i was like um teletubbies and he started laughing [*rebuys all my teletubbie badges*], i felt suffocated so i move a little and my leg touches his inner thigh area [;-;]. i was like " omg no forgive me god " n pretended it didnt happen. we were talking abt teletubbies n stuff until the test ended n i was like " i fucked that up" he starts laughing again n he's all like " ummm no ur not" anyhoo we were all like " yes i am no ur not" u know the intimacy you'll never get ayee [report A guys. Dropping her @. Doxx the bitch]. also at the start my candidate number was 7000 and he was like UR SO LUCKY OMG MY FAVE NUMBER IS 7 [MY FAVOURITE NUMBER IS 7 & ITS ALSO MY BDAY NUMBER SO WE ARE DESTINED TO BE!!11!!!!1!]

So that was an excerpt from A. My heart aches and I miss him and I wish I was an anxiety ridden pussy 😊😊✌🏻✌🏻

BUT I ENDED UP SEEING HIM 🥰🥰🥰🥰💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

I saw him in his class after final lesson talking to his tutors HOY,,

He didn’t have his glasses on :3 he looks so cute and like uwuuwuwuwuwuwu,,, but I’m pretty sure he saw me stare at him 😳😳😳

I’m pretty sure he made eye contact with me 😖😖😰😰😰😰 hhhhhh

But yh he cute 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

TO MAKE JT EVEN BETTER!!!!!

My girl S who lives right next to the road by the school (she sees teachers walking past all the time) and her windows are literally at the end of my road

She texts me saying T’s on his way down my road 🤩🤩🤩🤩

So I wait and I see him!!!!! 💝💞💓💗💖💘💕💝💞💓💗💖💘💕!!!!

He’s THE CUTEST I SWEAR!!!!!

He had his apple earphones in (yeah he’s broke) and he pushed his hair back with his hand n like 😖😖🤤🤤🤤💝💞💓💗💖💘💕

I was so tempted to be that stalker bitch and snap a pic but I was like “Hold up. That’s fucking creepy” BUT UWU!!!!!!! I LOVE 1 MAN!!!!

#teacher crush #tc #teacher crush community #tc community #z #dogman

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dragon age positivity meme | accepting

i’m going to be answering these in one post for the sake of simplicity and cutting down ooc posts!

✾ your favourite da:o main quest | sent by @cuervocanto

my actual favourite quest is paragon of her kind, but i talked about why i love that one here. and yes, i don’t even rly mind the deep roads.

my second favourite is probably the landsmeet, especially taking into account that it has some sub-main quests that are grouped together under the umbrella of preparing for the landsmeet. such as resucing anora, breaking out of fort drakon, and solving the unrest in the alienage. i find returning to the alienage as tabris second to aeducan returning to orzammar, but it’s still very interesting coming back to a place where you grew up with no power, suddenly having power. and regardless of origin the worldbuilding is good, immediately the fact that you’re barred from the alienage upon initially entering denerim tells you a lot about the state of elves in ferelden. the choice at the end isn’t particularly difficult, “slavery is bad” isn’t a controversial opinion even in ferelden and so even the warden i created with the intention of being That Kind of Human couldn’t choose that option, BUT it does make for an emotional choice when playing tabris

as for rescuing anora and breaking out of drakon, i just love the humour in the quest. i never have my warden break out themselves just so i can have the companions bullshit their way in. my personal favourite combination is zevran and oghren, although i do enjoy morrigan-leliana and sten-dog, as well. i think my fave thing about oghren and zev tho is that iirc they’re one of the most successful combinations.

as for the landsmeet itself, it’s not particularly challenging, but i enjoy the variety of options you get and how it changes the game going forward. like, in every game anora is queen for me in some capacity, but beyond that i’ve had a bitter king alistair working with a warden who recruited loghain, loghain and the warden alone, etc. i enjoy the politicking and making an alliance with anora. it’s enjoyable even on replays.

❄ your favourite da:i personal quest | sent by @pentaghasted

my actual favourite personal quest is cole’s, which i talked about here. instead i’ll talk about iron bull’s b/c i’m glad they committed to what they started in trespasser and i also appreciate how the choice is set up. most of us save the chargers b/c the lot of them stole our hearts in the two scenes they were in, but unlike some other choices in the series choosing the sadder/arguably worse option doesn’t require you to be roleplaying as an evil bastard to choose it.

so like, most games i save the chargers, but my playthrough where i’m playing a practical trevelyan-- she goes with the qunari dreadnought. the chargers were assets, but a qunari alliance could have been more beneficial in the long term. heck, even my inquisitor who saves the chargers feels a lot of guilt about it-- because even if she didn’t know the people on the dreadnought, there were a whole lot of them, and her decision got them killed. she needed to show she cared for her own people first, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t matter.

which contrasts this personal quest for something like... say, fenris’s third one, which don’t get me wrong, is very emotional. but i cannot fathom why a hawke how kept fenris around for all that time and clearly spent time talking to him would just say “yeah you can take him” its just kinda over-the-top cruel. so i am glad when i can roleplay the alternate decisions i ordinarily wouldn’t make.

and i love seeing the quest’s differing effect on bull. he adjusts either way, but one puts him on a path where he’s going to be facing you, one way or another. and he pays the price for that.

♦ your favourite piece of lore | sent by @felandaristhorns & @sephirajo

i’ve answered this before the last time i reblogged this meme and answered the dalish mage lore from da:i and rivain just. as a whole. i’m going with the lore regarding elvhenan, though, b/c i think the games do a good job of subverting what we were told in da:o and da2 while also explaining how those misconceptions happened. i love going back to the previous games and seeing new angles to the lore and the places where they were building up to it. i love seeing the foreshadowing within inquisition itself.

and i just love how elvhenan is characterised, as a hyper-magic society where reality and dreams aren’t necessarily different things. and where feelings are just as physical as every other aspect of a person. it explains so much about the fade, spirits, solas, it makes even comments like merrill’s-- someone with a pretty nuanced view of spirits-- kind of sad. she calls the fade “another people’s land” not knowing that it was her land, and her people.

while i’m on that spirits in general make me sad. how perception screws with them, and how i think that just further isolates mages. for once i don’t think this is a plot by the chantry, i don’t think they’re lying about how they think spirits are, they’re just wrong to characterise them as they do. but at the same time i don’t think they’d disapprove of the effect is has on mages. it’s cutting them off from potential friendships, and not only that but friendships the templars would have 0 way of regulating given they could potential happen in dreams.

but i’m off-topic. the point is i find the worldbuilding surrounding elvhenan, to be some of bioware’s best. it makes sense, it’s nuanced and varied and doesn’t make elvhen characters wear one single hat. clearly it was a heavily flawed place, but it had a lot of merits and you can see why solas misses it or why cole, upon learning that the veil was never meant to be, feels validated by the idea that he was never wrong to want to be a part of both worlds.

♬ your favourite part of the da:i soundtrack | sent by @daggersandpoison

da:i has the best soundtrack in the series and i don’t think this is a controversial opinion. i do love inon sur’s work, and i was a little worried when i heard morris was composing inquisition b/c i found me3′s soundtrack to be overall a step down from me2′s (it lost a lot of what made the mass effect series unique). BUT with inquisition he managed to keep dragon age’s unique sound while also improving upon it. the inquisition theme gives me chills when i start up the game and even while i’m walking around in the field and a few chords play while i’m picking up my 100th elfroot.

but it’s always hard to choose my favourite. it’s honestly a tie between journey to skyhold and the dark solas theme. both of these give me specific solas feelings, the former b/c you have solas entrusting a lot of hope and faith in the inquisitor (it’s esp poignant if by that point you have a burgeoning friendship with him). and b/c it comes off one of the strongest moments in the dragon age series, aka the battle of haven and encounter w/ corypheus. also i love the dawn will come, fite me. and from my inquisitor’s perspective, esp my main inquisitor, thora, this is probably the first time she’s felt like she was worth all this herald talk. even if she doesn’t believe it, the song beginning with a soft, unsure sound and rising to a triumphant end when skyhold is unveiled encapsulates what i love about the inquisitor’s story and my inquisitor’s personal feelings.

dark solas theme i love b/c it conveys so much of the sadness and loneliness of his character. i would talk more about it b/c it makes me so sad i literally can’t listen to it unless i’m writing post-trespasser solas and even then it’s risky. it’s just a good track ok. and it caps off my favourite dlc.

ღ your favourite da:i banter | sent by @renaudtrevelyan

i talked about some banter i love here between bull and solas. i have to admit i have a hard time choosing my favourite in da:i b/c i just love so much of the banter in this game. i always tell myself not to choose solas banter, and i’m going to... choose one solas and one non-solas.

Solas: I do not understand you, Sera. You have no end goal for your organization. Sera: Nobles get rattled, and people get payback. I play in the middle. Solas: Why not go all the way? You see injustice, and you have organized a group to fight it. Don't you want to replace it with something better? Sera: What, just lop off the top? What's that do, except make a new top to frig it all up? Solas: I...forgive me. You are right. You are fine as you are. Sera: You hurt my head sometimes, Solas. Solas: Yes, I have been known to do that.

this banter is great to me (and all the banter leading up to it) b/c it informs so much about both of their characters. solas is trying to help sera, in this string of banter. he’s trying to give advice so that the red jennies could potentially become an organisation that does more than makes little people’s lives better with pranks or the occasional knife in someone’s back. it’s a conversation between two characters who are, in different ways, absolutely sick of the system and have different ways of dealing with it.

solas wants change. sweeping, societal change. sera isn’t sure change will help any, and would prefer the relative stability of a pre-breach world where she knows which way’s up. neither is wrong to deal with it the ways they are, and solas just has to look at the top he lopped off to see that, yes, they grow back just as bad. idk i just love solas and sera a lot and i love seeing what they have in common and how they handle their frustrations differently.

Sera: I don't get it. If you want to change, just change. Why this "fake Warden" rubbish? Blackwall: For one, people wanted me dead. Being someone else kept me breathing. Blackwall: And then, knowing that people thought I was good made it easier. Sera: (Laughs.) You needed them to think you could, so you could think you could! Sera: You're smart, but you're sort of stupid.

i’m picking another sera banter b/c i love her. i love sera b/c she’s smarter than ppl give her credit for, she cuts through why rainier did what he did the same way cole does. their relationship on the whole is very sweet and it was hard choosing one banter. but i appreciate her ability to both love and support thom while also calling him out on his bullshit. the two of them are good for each other and im so glad they’re friends. my only regret is i’ve never seen thom as sera’s best man in wedding art. or sera as blackwall’s for that matter. their friendship needs more love-- actually, sera just needs more love period.

☄ your favourite da:i codex entry | sent by @chantrysworn

i love this codex entry, describing wisdom (solas’s spirit friend):

When the summoning ritual was complete, the spirit appeared. Both spirits and demons have no gender as we understand it, but this one, much like the rare and dangerous desire demon, presented as female. Although its form was not threatening, the spirit carried itself with a confidence, an awareness, I suppose, that I have seen only in the most powerful of demons.

This spirit of wisdom was polite and courteous. It answered our questions about the Fade, even acknowledging the difficulty when we could not understand what it meant. There was none of the bargaining one normally associates with a summoned creature, save that the spirit sometimes asked us questions as well. Heras shared a mathematical formula he had recently proven, while Etrenne explained her study on magical themes in the Chant of Light, and young Rhys talked a little about his mother.

When we were finished, the spirit thanked us for the conversation and then vanished, although none of us had dismissed it. We soon discovered that the summoning ritual we had devised was critically flawed. The spirit had been under no compulsion to come or remain. All the time it had talked with us, it had stayed of its own volition. Heras was greatly concerned that such a powerful spirit remained free, and has updated the ritual to correct for the weakness in the binding enchantment. I understand his caution, but I also confess that I quite enjoyed the conversation. I am not certain the spirit would have talked so freely had it been shackled at the time.

—An excerpt from Spirits of the Spire by Senior Enchanter Francois

you can see so much of why they were friends in this codex. the politeness, answering and asking questions, no bargaining just a nice conversation where both parties learn things. and then you find out it never had to show up in the first place, it just wanted to-- and likely would not have been as accommodating had it not been free.

it’s great for informing us on a character we tragically don’t know all that well. and also? it’s incredibly sad when you think about what happens to it, it almost makes you wonder if the mages who ultimately bound and killed it would have had better luck simply asking for its protection. solas says something along those lines, but he also says it prefers remaining in the fade (interesting in itself, given that the chantry pushes the agenda that all spirits want beyond it. contradicted by multiple spirits we’ve met tbh, including cole, who actually quite likes the fade).

this codex is also interesting b/c it tells you some about what mages study and do with their time. and it goes back to what i mentioned previously, w/ chantry attitudes depriving spirits and mages of one another’s company.

anyway i love wisdom and it deserved better.

#( positivity )#( positivity meme )#( ooc )#( long post )#[ i love da / da:i sm #cries softly into hands ]

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