#Do it again though. I love the angst ohhhh

[zappedbyzabka]

*Adjusts gi in a flustered manner*

#Kreese. what the fudge #He just knew Johnny was still pliant enough for him to do that😭 I’m going to run him over #evil evil #😭😭😭 #Get away from her!!! #Do it again though. I love the angst ohhhh #kreerence

[lvrhughes]

Lake House Love | C. Caufield

pairing: Cole Caufield x gn!reader (pls correct me if that’s wrong)

word count: 1.5k

summary: After a comment from Luke during a day on the boat, Cole questions why you haven’t tried either.

Warnings: does it even count as angst?, swearing, implications of sex, mostly fluff

requested: no

not my gif!

“Cole, you're crazy!” you giggled, being led by him towards the edge of the boat. The hughes boat, him hoaxing you to try to wakeboard with him. 

“You love me though, come on.” his voice filled with enthusiasm as he got ready to go. 

“I guess…” you mumbled, playing with him for his reaction, the hughes heard it, ‘ohhhh’-ing at your reply. 

“You did not.” Cole said as he froze, turning to face you, his lifejacket still undone. He slowly stepped towards you, making you back away until you almost fell on top of Quinn. Quinn’s hands on your back, keeping you from falling on him while Cole continued towards. 

“Cole, no.”

He didn’t stop, grabbing you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Running to the edge of the boat again. 

“COLE” You screamed as he dove into the water with you. When you surfaced, just before him, you smacked him. 

“Cole you ass!”

He just smiled, pulling you against him. The peaceful moment was quickly broken by the middle Hughes who came jumping in, yelling “CANNONBALL”, splashing the two of you in water again. 

“Jack!” everyone yelled, him jumping too close to the boat and soaking Quinn, Luke, and Trevor. 

This led to everyone jumping in the lake, swimming around, splashing each other, and wrestling. You and Cole strayed away from the group to float together in peace quickly. 

“You’re beautiful, you know?” Cole whispered, running his hand along your back, still keeping you tucked against him. 

“Cole.” 

“Don’t ‘Cole’ me, I mean it.” the way he spoke, throwing a bit of sass with his words. 

“Thank you, Cole.”

It only took a few more minutes for everyone to return to the boat, letting Cole wakeboard, finally. 

He looked so happy wakeboarding, you would’ve stayed in that boat for another 12 hours to keep that smile on his face, but you knew you had to go in soon. Your realization only solidified when Quinn slowed the boat, you looking at Cole, who gave a disappointed smile. 

“I wish we could be out here all night.” Cole complained when he got back in the boat, taking his seat beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you as close as possible. 

“I don’t see why you two are already dating.” Luke mumbled at the action. 

A blush covered the both of you quickly, but Cole didn’t move. 

Returning to land, the sun was setting now, illuminating everything in a golden hue. The Hughes boys lighting a campfire, bringing drinks out and chairs. 

The night went quickly, stealing glances at Cole the entire time, his arm holding you tight against him as you sat in his lap. 

Slowly the boys trickle off to their rooms, leaving only you and Cole. 

“You know, I always wonder why we haven’t tried.”

“What are you talking about Cole?” turning to face him, his face barely illuminated by the moon. 

“You know I love you.”

“I love you too Cole.”

“Not like that.” his face turned to look in the opposite direction of you, almost filled with fear for what you’d say next.

“Oh.” 

“Oh? That’s all you’re going to say?” his voice laced with growing anger. 

“Cole please-”

“No, I can't do this right now.” He pushed you off his lap, barely having time to stand without falling. He was quick to get up after you were off him. 

“Cole, stop.”

“Why? I told you I love you and all you had to say was ‘oh’!”

“Cole, stop.” he knew you were never good with people yelling at you, yet here he was, yelling at you. He promised he never would. Your voice was a whisper, making him pause to see what he’d done. 

“Oh baby,” he cooed, his demeanor quickly changing, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry, fuck. I did the one thing I said I’d never.” 

He sounded ready to cry at his realization, wanting nothing more than to hug him back, let him back in so quickly. 

“Cole stop.” you pushed him away. “You can’t do this! You just yelled at me and now you're trying to comfort me from your mistakes!”

He stepped back when your hand hit his chest, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“Cole, that doesn’t make it okay. You broke your promise.” 

You sounded so sad to him, making his heart break, he did the one thing he never wanted to. That was all it took, tears falling onto his hand as they covered his face. Trying to cover his shame from you, squatting to the ground. His hands still covered his face while tears fell, he could taste the salt on his lips. 

“Cole..” your voice was just above a whisper and he barely heard between the sobs he was silencing. 

“No,” he paused, waiting to trust his voice not to crack, “you should go.”

“I’m not going to leave you out here alone.”

“I just broke my one promise! I hurt you! I deserve to be out here alone.” 

“No you don’t Cole, you just lost your temper for a minute.”

“Don’t defend me.” he scoffed, making you push him lightly. Gaining his attention when he was unprepared for the push, falling back. Making you laugh at the sound he made when he fell, this little sound of surprise. 

His head perked up at the sound, seeing the smile on your face. He was quick to retaliate, pulling you down onto him. Letting your giggles fill the silence that once was, loving the sound, music to his ears. 

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

“Babe, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not though, I should've never done that. I just ruined everything.”

“I think if you had ruined everything we wouldn’t be laying in the grass together, now would we?” a playful smirk on your face when he removed himself from you. 

“But-”

“Cole, my love, my sweet, oblivious, impatient, love. If you had waited about another twenty seconds you would’ve heard me say I love you too.” you giggled.

“What?” 

“You’re that oblivious? Wow. seriously I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“No fucking way” the shock so evident on his face. “We could’ve been together years ago?”

“If you had realized, yeah.”

He groaned, burying himself on you again. Mumbling something about wishing he wasn’t so stupid.

“You’re not stupid baby, just a little slow.” his head lifting at the words. Staring at you, the smile that covered your face looking at him. 

He leaned forward quickly, kissing your lips. Letting yourself melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair. When you pulled away, lips swollen and in need of air, he was quick to keep you pressed again him. 

“You’re mine now, right?”

“Yes, Cole.” 

“Good. I see the way Trevor looks at you, I finally have a reason to tell him off.”

You giggled, kissing his lips again shortly. 

“We should go in.” you mumbled against his lips, the night air growing cold. 

“Mhm.” he mumbled back but did nothing to move, only kissing you again.

“Cole.” you whined pushing off him. “I’m getting cold.”

“I know something we could do that would get you warm.” a smirk on his lips, leaning to you again.

“COLE!” you squealed, pushing him back. 

“What baby? We could cuddle.” he replies feigning innocence.

“You know that is not what you were talking about!” you scold, pushing your finger into his chest. His response was to laugh, while leaning again to kiss you. 

“No kisses for you until we go in.” you said, getting away from him. 

“And the we can-”

“COLE!” 

“Sorry, sorry. You know I had to try though.”

“Maybe when we’re not in a house full of boys.” you whispered, quickly running toward the house. He was quick to follow, catching up quickly. Picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, your giggles filling the space again, letting him carry you inside. 

Bringing you up the stairs to room he claimed as his for now, throwing you on the bed. Quickly following in suite, jumping in beside you. 

“Cole, I am not sleeping in my bathing suit.”

“Go take one of my shirts.” he mumbled, clearly letting sleep come over him fast. So you did, getting up and choosing your favorite of his, sneaking out to your stuff to grab other clothes. When you tried to sneak back in, Cole was sat in bed, scrolling on his phone. 

“I thought you were asleep.” you whispered, climbing in the bed, pulling yourself tight against him. He put his phone down and tucked you tightly into him. 

“I was falling asleep but then you left, so I changed into comfier clothes.” he answered, placing kisses on your shoulder, where his shirt slipped down on you. 

“Comfier clothes are taking your shirt and shorts off?” you teased.

“Yep.” he agreed, closing his eyes. “Now sleep, we can continue this in the morning.”

“But I just got you, we could stay up all night making out instead?” 

“Sleep, pretty.” he replied, pulling you further down laying your head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into sleep. 

“I love you, sleep well.” he mumbled, placing one more kiss on the top of your head. 

“I love you.” you mumbled back, fighting to stay awake now, before letting sleep overcome you.

#cole caufield #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield x reader #montreal canadiens #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #mads writings!

[babyhatesreality]

hello hello! i absolutely adore your writing!! ^^

question for you and a little thinker if you’re up for it.

what do you think would happen if little!reader/katie started going through a “forties phase?” dressing up like little girls did back then and trying to use an accent “like they do in the movies,” the whole gimmick.😭

i feel like one day katie would just be scrolling through videos on her ipad, stumbles upon steve’s old war movies and just gets hooked😭💀

part of me thinks stucky would like it and entertain it for a good minute haha. another part of me though feels like it would kinda be a little strange to see their modern little one trying to act like a kid from back then.

i don’t know if katie would be more interested in getting into makeup or just the fashion bit but i’d really love to see this from your perspective! :D

My love. You have been so incredibly patient and I thank you. I hope I do your absolutely brilliant idea justice. Enjoy <3

The Good Ol' Days

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little! f reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, tiny bit of angst from daddies, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Steve's head shot up when he heard you shriek. He knew you well enough to know that you were fine, just excited about whatever you'd just found. Sure enough, three seconds later, he heard your little feet tearing your way towards him, and he grinned to himself. As much as he was always worried about you falling while you were running, he couldn't help but love how excited you got when you were running to share something special with him.

You flung yourself into the office, and just as he was turning his head to look at you, you suddenly shrieked again.

"WAIT!"

You tore back out of the office, then knocked with a furious flurry at the door, remembering that you were always supposed to knock before just coming into the office. Steve bit back the laughter and barely got out "Come in."

Hurtling yourself into the office once more, you looked like you'd just won the lottery. Wondering what on earth you were up to, he decided to praise you on remembering your rules first.

"Good job remembering to knock, Katie Cat," he said, noting the iPad in your hand with curiosity. You scrambled onto his lap without so much as a how-do-you-do, and shoved the iPad under his nose with a look of wonder on your face. "What did you find?" he asked you, amused.

"You was in da movies, Papa!!" you shrieked, so excited.

"Inside voices, please, kitten. What do you mean, I was-" Before he could finish the statement, you yanked the iPad back down to your lap and jabbed your finger on it. The screen filled with Steve's old WW2 victory tour footage. Even though it had been years since he'd seen any of this- honestly, he'd forgotten that old film reels of this even existed- it all came rushing back to him. He forgot where he was in time for five seconds, just watching the past all over again, before your wiggling and giggling brought him back to the present.

"You was a STAR in the old times!! A'fore the 'Vengers!!" you squealed excitedly. "Was you in the Broadway??"

Steve laughed. They'd recently taken you to a Broadway show for the first time and it was your current obsession. "No, angel, I wasn't on Broadway. This was when I was in Europe during the big war."

"Ohhhh. The big war had people dancing in tights?" you asked, thoroughly confused by his answer. That made him nearly choke laughing. After he collected himself, he carefully explained to you all about the USO tour and how it was designed to help morale. He didn't mention the heckling that happened on the daily- not something he was keen to relive. He also steered clear of how he happened to find Daddy during one of those tours- that wasn't something that would go over well without Bucky being present, and you being able to hold his hand to know that he was okay now.

The tales of the tour, the costumes, the spotlight was enough to keep you captivated. And started you thinking.

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The next morning, while Steve was at work, Bucky was beyond surprised when you followed him around all day, asking questions about the "old times", as you put it. You grilled him non-stop about what he wore, what kind of music he listened to, what was on his iPad during that time (the answer here made you absolutely gobsmacked and took at least an hour to make you understand), how people talked. Then, seeing how excited you were and how interested it was making you, Bucky started telling you stories of all the happy times that he and Steve went to Coney Island before the war.

This gave you a FANTASTIC idea.

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It took a long time, with a LOT of help from your extended Avenger family members, and promises of 5 exclusive crayon drawings to Nick Fury, to pull it off. But finally...FINALLY...you got an entire day off for your daddies, a super secret way of getting them there (basically Uncle Clint lied, got them in the car, drove them there, and cheerfully dumped them at the entrance where you were patiently waiting with Aunt Natasha), and a wad of cash (courtesy of a delighted Uncle Tony)...to take your daddies to Coney Island.

When they got out of the car and saw you standing there, their jaws dropped. You were decked out in the cutest pink baby doll romper that could have come straight from a vintage clothing shop, complete with shiny Mary Janes. Your hair was styled into two low pigtails with little pink ribbons, and you were holding Natasha's hand, twisting in excitement and ready to explode with joy.

"Well, well, well! Look at these two DREAMBOATS!" you said, overemphasizing the words so they'd hear you clearly.

Steve's eyebrows shot into his hairline and an amused grin spread across his face. "Dreamboats?" he repeated, getting a good look at you and slowly starting to realize what was happening. "Coming from a cookie like you, that's quite the compliment, missy."

You laughed and squealed with joy, seeing your beloved Papa start to play along. Bucky, however, was throughly confused, wondering what in the hell they were doing at the entrance to an amusement park and why you were there when Clint had said there was a last minute meeting off campus...

"What is happening?" he asked, looking as if you'd all grown three heads. Giggling, you let go of Natasha's hand and skipped to his side. He instantly snatched your hand up, unwilling to let you take any chances, but it just made you smile bigger.

"Dis DAME had a BRAIN CHILD and is gonna take her SUGAR DADDIES to-"

"Nope, not using that one right," Steve interjected with a grin. You ignored him.

"-to Coney Island! I gots all da CLAMS we need and we gonna have a KILLER DILLER time!" you finished triumphantly, thoroughly pleased with yourself. It was the longest 40s speech you'd ever made (you'd been practicing with Auntie Nat and Auntie Yelena on the daily in secret) and you were so proud of yourself you could bust.

Bucky's eyes widened- there was no way that you.... that you had...his eyes shot to Natasha, who was barely holding in her laughter. "We've been IN CAHOOTS for a while about this," she explained, mimicking your speech pattern, her face glowing. "Look, we even had these specially made." Natasha turned to you. "Show 'em, princess."

With glee, you stomped hard on your Mary Janes, and the very edges of the soles lit up. It was obviously the same technology that was in all the Avengers' littles' shoes, just put into a pair of 40s slip ons. "That one took a little convincing, otherwise this would have happened about two weeks ago," Natasha whispered to the both of them.

Steve leaned down to your level. "Did you do all this for us, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion at your display of affection.

"Yup!"

"You...how did you do all this?" Bucky asked in wonder, his heart bursting. You looked smug.

"I gots friends in high places."

And with that burst of laughter, Natasha kissed your forehead, gave your daddies a quick shoulder squeeze, and jumped into the car with Clint, promising that they were just a call away for whenever you all were ready to leave.

One of the most delightful days you'd ever spent together passed. You insisted on your daddies showing you ever square inch of the park that they knew, pointing out where specific stories and funny things had happened, as you squealed in delight and clapped your hands at all the memories. Although there were some initial reservations on Steve's part, the three of you rode the Cyclone until he declared he was going to get sick, then moved on to the Ferris Wheel and even the new Thunderbolt. You tried all the new rides together, ate Nathan's hot dogs and cotton candy, and you even managed to convince them to get stars painted on their faces (while you got a tiger done- it was awesome). You used all your best forties words and terms, making them laugh uproariously.

One memory stirred another and another, and you were mesmerized as they told you story after story, laughing and remembering and falling in love all over again. And they had you with them this time- their love story was finally where it was supposed to be.

Family trips to Coney Island to remember the good ol' days became a once-a-month thing (although they paid for themselves, no more "mooching" off Tony) and they were always some of the best days ever.

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky x little reader

[dearsnow]

SALT FARE, NORTH SEA

- when a dragon falls from the sky, decimating your ship and bringing a strange boy along for the ride, you begin to question if the some of the targaryens are really as bad as they seem. (aged up!lucerys velaryon x fem!reader, angst to fluff, ur burning hatred is quenched by time spent on the sea 🤞) MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON! au where vhagar doesn’t kill luke, arrax just gets absolutely mauled and falls out of the sky. aged up luke because I didn’t realize he was that young when i started writing 💀. ⚠️ TW for death, suicidal thoughts, and trauma.

word count: 4,213 (jesus christ)

a/n - ohhhh my god guys i’m back!!!! this was certainly a labor of love. i don’t know if I’ll start writing consistently again, but i really hope i do. i love you guys so much and thank you for the continued support even when i’m on hiatus! also i’m sorry if luke is ooc because i choose to believe he’s quietly funny and a little bit of a menace 😭

As the waves batter the sides of your ship, you don’t feel seasick. You feel the spray, see the occasional silvery fish zip by under the water. The sun beats down on your exposed neck and the motion swirls your mind, but you are sick for an entirely different reason.

Betrothal. God, you hate how that word sits on your tongue like a hot piece of meat. You are to be sent off to the their of family, married into their lineage and forced to bear their children until your womb shrivels like a sun-dried date. Of  all of your options, the Targaryens are certainly the worst. 

Aemond, in particular. You’ve heard stories of his cold demeanor, how he could kill you with a look. With his hands, too. He is quite the skilled swordsman, not that you would ever wish to witness it. He is the one you are set to marry.

Oh, the misery. The horror. You can feel bile rising in your throat whenever someone mentions him or his mother, great Queen Alicent.

You figure, though, at least it isn’t his brother.

You come from a noble family. It was bound to happen anyways. Trade your Martell name for some haughty lord’s and become his sow for the rest of your life. Your short, miserable life. In some ways, you are a bit grateful. You will never want for food and you know you’ll bring great honor to your family by marrying into the Targaryens. 

You just wish you could marry for another reason, not just forging alliances and heating up old, cold ones. You could have a happy life with the person of your choosing. You could sell fish on the shores of the sea and pick flowers in a field.

You play with this notion in your head before you hear a mighty crash and the sound of splintering wood.

The screams come mere seconds later. They pierce the air as snapping bones and rending flesh ring out. You stumble back, nearly falling off the edge of the ship. Large chunks of meat have started raining from the sky, crushing everything in their path.

You feel your heart beat so fast it nearly leaps out of your chest as you scramble for friction. Fuck, what the hell?

With the meat there comes blood, great amounts of it. It trips the sailors up, sending them careening over the wooden edges and into the sea. 

You narrowly miss the giant dragon wing that splits the boat in two. The entire thing has started sinking, and your blood runs cold. 

The ship is tilted from the massive gash in the center. Water is mixing with blood, and your dress is soaked to the bone. You can’t help but think that the finest silks Dorne can offer will drag you to the bottom of the depths.

As you clamber to the top of the ship’s bow as another fast-moving figure falls into the water. You don’t notice it in the moment. 

A shove comes from behind, pushing you to the side. Your back aches where you were struck.

“M’lady, m'lady! The lifeboat, you must take the boat. Go, go! Right now, m'lady.”

It’s Finhard, the deck swabber. He has two missing fingers, a lame knee, and a million stories. He swabbed the deck of The Sandstorm from port to port, collecting any and all information he could along the way. You loved talking to him so much it made the trip almost worth it. He always helped you sneak food to the cat stowing away on board. The cat you’re sure is now dead.

“What about you?” You question, voice loud but shaky. You can’t just leave him here.

“I’m a dead man, m’lady. I don’t matter.”

“But you do!” You insist, tugging on his arm. The screams are still ringing like alarms, and your limbs feel locked and like jelly at the same time.

“No, no. I might sink it. Girl’s damaged already. Please go, girlie. Jus’ remember me when you eat your next fish, alright?”

A pit pools in your stomach as you whip around to look at the small lifeboat. He’s right. The boat wouldn’t be able to hold you and a grown man, at least not one of Finhard’s size.

“Get on. I’ll push ya off, and you better have a damn good time with that prince of yours.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you watch your trusted confidant steel his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Finhard. I’m so so sorry,” You sob, clutching his rough palms. “I promise I’ll think of you always.”

“Thas’ all I ask for.” His voice is rough and uncut, hardened yet soft, like a feather made of chainmail. He picks you up like a sack of potatoes and places you in the rickety boat with the gentleness of a father setting down his newborn. He gives you one final kiss on the forehead before untying the boat and shoving it into the roiling water. 

Small hairs cling to your forehead as the ship lights up in a blaze sure to be seen from the shore. Your face is so wet with tears you feel as though the ocean is the product of them.

You sob into your hands as the people who took care of you on your journey sink, their bawls leaving a scar in your memory.

It’s not even ten minutes after the foremast begins to sink that you see a dark shape bobbing along in the water next to you. You stifle a gasp, thinking it must surely be a shark or a dead man. The water around it was red and heavy. 

When it floats closer to you, you see for the first time that it’s a boy. A boy who must be around your age, maybe sixteen or seventeen. His wrist gives a little twitch, and you resolve that you must rescue him. 

He wasn’t on your ship unless he was stowing away in the barrels, as teenagers often do. No matter his situation, you grab his soaked shirt and give a hard tug. 

The effort almost tips your boat, nearly sending you spiraling into the water. You give a little huff. The waterlogged boy is definitely heavier than you expected.

You try again, managing to get his arm hooked around the side of the boat. From there, it’s just a game of strength- you pull him up, using his clothing as a sort of lever to shimmy him out of the water. You roll him over, the water streaming off of him re-splattering your already wet clothes with water and fresh blood. The boat dips a little with his weight, but it does not sink. You praise the Seven under your breath. He has a cut on the side of his head, one that requires medical care far past the simple fixes you’ve learned.

You try to dress it anyways. Ripping a long strip of cloth from the bottom of your underskirt, you wrap it up and pray he doesn’t lose much more blood. 

You can still hear the creaking of The Sandstorm, though any humans were sucked under long ago. It makes a melancholy sound, blending with the waves and the seabirds and the rain that has started pattering down. A lump forms in your throat as you gaze at the wreckage. Hot water slides down your face as you sit in your little lifeboat, waiting for death that will most certainly come for your throat. 

It’s about two hours of lonely drifting before the boy wakes up. He opens his eyes slowly, then they widen as he gives a gurgling shout.

“Augh!” You stifle a giggle, though your voice is still wobbly from sobs.

He notices you and sits up, bewildered. As he takes in his surroundings, you sit and watch.

“Who are you? Where am I? Where is Arrax?” 

“I am nobody now, and we are in the middle of the ocean,” You gesture to the water surrounding every inch of your sight. “And I don’t know who Arrax is.” He sure has a lot of questions, though you can’t fault him for it.

“Arrax, my dragon. I… I think he’s…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.

You stare at him in shock.

“Your dragon? The dragon that fell out of the sky in twenty pieces?” You question, voice heated. “The one that just killed a crew of fifty-two men?”

He’s silent for a moment. “So he’s dead?”

“Of course he’s dead, you imbecile! Did you not hear what I just said? He killed them. All of them. I’m the only survivor.”

“I’m sorry.” He mutters. He brings his knees to his chest and hugs them. “It was never my fault. It was him that killed Arrax, so it is him that killed your crew.”

“Who is him?”

“That bastard of a prince, Aemond. He and his dragon, Vhagar, chased us across the skies and attacked us in the air.”

Your hands tighten into fists as your throat constricts like you swallowed a spiny rock. You regret ever saving the boy, and you regret not slitting your throat when you heard of your betrothal to the murderer. Everything you’ve heard about Aemond is true. Your rage boils into hatred, and you swear that if you ever see him you will die and take him with you.

“So that must mean you’re a Targaryen too?” You say, trying to keep your voice level. It’s a skill you had to learn as a noble lady, but the hate building in your chest is almost too violent to quiet.

“Lucerys Velaryon, my lady.” He eyes you, taking note of your expensive yet ruined dress. He must know you’re not a commoner either.

You know the Targaryens are the only ones with proper access to a dragon, but you should have known that only someone descended from one could cause such absolute and utter destruction. It’s not Lucerys’s fault, you tell yourself. Don’t put the blame on him. Put on a smile and become your best even-tempered and kind self. But gods, the way you want to wring his neck for an event he seemingly had no control over.

“Why did he do it?” You ask. The tears from earlier start creating a pressure behind your eyes again. 

“Because I took his eye.” Lucerys’s voice is weak, but it has the strum of nobility that you know like a well-oiled harp. “He wanted revenge, an eye for an eye. So I ran. He found me in the sky and bit my dragon in half. I never meant to kill anybody.” So they’re all the same, the princes. Hardened and cruel and psychopaths. “Did you save me?”

“I suppose I did.” You want so badly to say ‘but I shouldn’t have’, but you hold your tongue.

“That is a debt I can never repay. Thank you. I’m truly sorry.” You shake your head. It’s not his fault, you repeat. You still cannot find it in yourself to forgive him. “What’s your name?”

You think for a brief moment. It wouldn’t hurt, you think, to tell him your name. That way when you both die, at least the man you’re stuck with will know the name of the woman that hated his family the most out of anyone in the world.

You speak your name, including your Martell family name, and he looks at you, eyes widened so much you think they will pop out of his skull.

“Aemond’s betrothed?” You are marrying into the greens, and Lucerys feels as though he should hate you for it. Unluckily for his honor, he cannot despise the girl who pulled him from the sea.

“Yes, what sorry luck.” You spit. “I would rather drown than go through with it.” You think of the promise you made to Finhard. “No, I would put poison in his chalice and watch him drink it.”

He laughs a bit, his voice ringing out against the repetitive sound of waves. “And I will buy the poison.” You allow yourself to smile. You hate it, but you smile.

You’ve always been the weirder daughter, yet the one that tries to talk with the lords and ladies and puts on a shining performance. That’s where the smile comes from, from all the times you’ve had to put your pearly whites on display. The morals have gone to shit, but the reflex is still burned into your person.

“You needn’t call me ‘my lord’. We’re even here, out on the sea.” He says. You can feel that’s not the only reason. A spark of guilt shimmers in the corners of his eyes. “Just call me Luke.”

“And you may call me by my name, Luke.” He’s right. There are no titles, only salt water and spray.

You watch the moon in the sky as it shines its beams down on your face. It sees everything. Every deal in secret, every promise you’ve ever made. It’s a gentle reminder that every person sees the same thing every night. You and Luke sit in silence, staring up at it. You wonder if your mother sees it too, from her ship. Can Finhard and the other sailors see it, from their watery graves? Can they forgive you for not saving them? For saving the life of a boy, whose mass is just under the weight limit of the boat? You glance over at him.

He’s staring at you, at how the soft rays of the moon highlight the curves and edges of your face. He feels a pit in his stomach, one that is not from hunger. It’s a gnawing feeling, guilt. He hates that he had to trade his life for fifty sailors. He thinks he would rather be at the bottom of the sea than see more tear tracks on your face. Another feeling eats at him, though he’s not sure what it is. It makes his insides churn and scrambles his mind.

He averts his eyes and looks at the stars once more.

You spend another two days floating in the water. You’re both sunburned and salt dried, and his skin is red and peeling. The conversation between the both of you had been dry up until today.

“May I have the flask?” He asks. You hand it over. For two whole days, all you have had to eat and drink is two flasks of water, a packet of dried fish, and some bread that has gone mushy from the water slowly seeping into your boat. You have to bail it out every hour or so.

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” Luke questions, his voice rough. “Is anyone coming for us?”

You sigh. “I don’t know. I would like to think there are boats out searching, but truly, they must expect us to be dead. Besides that, we have drifted so far away from the shipwreck that we might not be found even if they were searching.” He shakes his head, hair stiff from the salty spray.

“I would like to keep hope alive.”

“You are the only one.” You hear a small laugh from next to you. 

“You know, I could not ask for a better person to be stranded with.” He screws the cap back onto his flask carefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you certainly know how to ration supplies. And your optimism is inspiring.” A giggle bubbles up from beneath your buried feelings. 

“Is that sarcasm, my dear lord?”

He smiles. You can’t help but notice that his smile is contagious, the kind that reaches his eyes. The kind you found yourself dreaming about, and the kind you are certain your betrothed never wears. 

“Only if you make it out to be.” He pauses. “So, what was your life like in Dorne?”

Your eyes narrow. Small talk? It brings you back to your past. Talking to potential suitors and bearing their questions as they try to judge if you’re worth their money. It’s almost nice, the reminder. Before the wreck, you had been happy. Cheerful, even. You were nothing like you are now, hardened and weak and so close to putting sand in your pockets and drowning you can taste the seawater. 

“Why do you ask?”

“I figured it would be nice to know you. To really know you.” His words bring an odd sense of comfort to you.

“It was much nicer than this. I had friends and family, that was the best part. I never wanted for much of anything. I suppose I felt out of place sometimes, and I felt lonely like nothing else, but it helped to know that I could always have a home with the people I loved.” He nods, and the waves push against the boat. The sun is setting, condemning you to another sleepless night. “What about you?”

“I love my home, my people, and my family. I never felt up to the task of being lord of Driftmark, though,” He confesses, “and sometimes I still feel like a fraud. Gods, I don’t know why I told you that.” He knows. There’s something about your eyes, something that makes him want to spill every secret he has ever had. He wants to tell you about the time he stole Aemond’s knife, causing Aemond to pick a fight with Aegon. Or when he heard an argument between his mother and stepfather, or when his older brother snuck a frog into the pocket of a handmaiden. Your eyes burn with stifled anger and buried hopes and love.

You look at him with an odd expression. “It’s alright. Might as well get everything out while you can.” You know the feeling of not being enough well. “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully when we get out of here.” You find yourself comforting him for god knows what reason. You should be angry, full of hatred and buzzing bees, but you can only feel sympathy for the boy across from you.

“When we get out of here? Where was that optimism earlier?” He teases, making you smile.

“It was killed and brought back to life. I have decided that I’m not going to die.” His laugh rings out, showering you in a feeling that makes you shiver.

“That’s a good thing to decide. I swear it too, we are not going to die. Aemond will never kill our spirit nor our bodies.” He takes your hands, palms rough and calloused. It makes your heart pound in a way you never expected. “We will be alright.”

You nod, hope blooming in your heart. Suddenly, the world seems just a little bit brighter. That’s when you see it; the seagull flying overhead.

You gasp, pointing up to the sky. It lets out a sharp cry as it circles around, and soon Luke is looking at it too. You’re so relieved that tears well up in your eyes.

Land must be near. It has to be. 

“Praise the gods.” He grins, dropping your hands to shield his eyes from the sun. “We will surely reach the shores soon.”

“I can only hope.” You whisper.

You spend another day on the water, your hopeful eyes searching for mountains or fields. All you can see is blue water, blue skies, and Lucerys Velaryon. You found that you’ve grown to like him, as fucked as your past self might have considered it. He actually treats you like a person. 

He squints into the distance. “I still don’t see anything. Maybe… maybe the bird was a fluke. A gull straying too far from the shore.”

You hit his shoulder lightly. “Don’t think like that.”

“It seems we’ve switched roles,” He smiles, “you’re the positive one now.”

“We certainly have rubbed off on each other.” The corners of your mouth lift into a little grin. Truth be told, your own hope is starting to fade, but you will never let him know. 

You’ve begun to notice things about the sea that you have never seen before. Schools of small fish darting below the surface, the pattern of the waves, even how chilly the water is. As the sun shines down, the water is peaceful. Maybe it’s a side effect of the trauma, or maybe it’s just you growing more comfortable with the idea of salt water. In any case, you suppose you need to look at its beauty to fan the dying flame of light burning inside you. It’s far easier to love than to keep hating. 

“The day is quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You whisper. 

“I suppose it is.” He says, but he’s not looking at the sky.

You are infatuating. The way the sun glints off your eyes enraptures him and keeps him in a state of lovely drunkenness. “Do you wish to marry my uncle?” There’s a hint of something more behind his voice. It’s almost desperate, and the thought makes you shiver.

You hesitate. “Not particularly. It would bring honor to my family, that I am sure of. So I will do it, but I will likely not enjoy it.”

“I understand that. I myself am betrothed to someone I can’t see myself loving.”

“The lady Rhaena Targaryen?” You know of her. The idea of him marrying the girl painted by the gods twists your heart in a way you can’t even comprehend.

He sighs. “Yes. It is my duty, but I cannot see her as anything but a sister. That’s all she’s been to me my entire life.”

“Duty is a wicked thing,” You muse, “pulling us away from opportunities to enrich our own lives.”

He nods. “If you could choose, is there anyone you would want to be married to?”

You think for a bit but eventually shake your head. “Do you have a special someone?”

“I am beginning to discover one.” He says. What does he mean by that?

When you look at him, staring far into the distance, you start to realize.

When the days grow dim, you huddle into each other for warmth. That’s why you fall asleep tonight, softened by his touch. Finally, you sleep for more than half an hour at a time. Luke’s arms are wrapped around you, as the lifeboat leaves little room for comfort, and the rock of the ship lulls you into a dream.

You wake to a jolt. You have no idea how long you’ve been asleep, but the moon is out and there is sand underneath your hull. Sand. Ground. You scramble to sit up, pulling Luke along with you. “Sand! Luke, it’s sand. We’ve made it! Gods be good, we have made it to land.” You grab at the wet grains, letting them clump and filter through your fingers. He lets out a loud cheer and pulls you in.

Out of nowhere, as you still have earth in your hands, he kisses you. His lips are rough and dry, but so are yours. He tastes like salt water and love.

When he finally pulls away, he is grinning like a lunatic. “We’ve made it, my lady. We survived.”

“What happened to our no titles agreement?” You tease, still flustered. Your cheeks are as hot as the surface of the sun.

“We’re on land now. The rules of society apply again, I’m afraid.” His whisper ghosts against your ear like he’s almost afraid to lose the closeness he gathered over the course of the last few days.

“Of course,” You say, pressing your lips to his cheek, “I would expect nothing different from such a high-ranking and strong man such as yourself.” 

He places a hand where you kissed him. Your skin may be chapped, but that damned kiss was sweeter and softer than spun sugar.

“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, my lady.” A glint of humor dances in his eye.

He steps out of the boat and offers a hand to you. The ground wobbles under your feet and you almost fall, but he is there to steady you. “Wait, I know this beach!” He realizes as he gazes upon the scenery. “It’s the beach off Dragonstone. I’m… I’m home.”

“Really?” You feel hope bubbling through your body. “You know where we are?”

“I do. Dragonstone is there, above those cliffs. Come on, let’s go!” He tugs your arm just a bit too hard, sending you sprawling into the sand. You grab onto his sleeve and pull him down too, leaving you both in a fit of giggles. 

You’re both weak and tired and sore, but your flames grow brighter every second you’re on solid land. “Race me!” He yells, taking off from the ground on shaky feet. You dart after him, all your earlier burdens seemingly gone.

You probably won’t catch him, but it’s okay. Right now, your future is ahead of you, your rage is behind, the land pounds beneath your feet, and the boy with brown hair is calling for you to join him.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

Taglist (bolded means unable to tag): @mmmimilan @its-halleys-comet @savagemickey03 @persephonesportal @lovelyliliya @the-jess-life @spaceandstars @bbosica @hopelesswritergall @watercolorskyy

#solar eclipse. #house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon #luke velaryon x reader #lucerys x reader #hotd x reader #hotd fic #lucerys strong #hotd x y/n #house of the dragon lucerys

[kichona-s]

LANDOSCAR NEIR AUTOMATA AU?????

idk i just wanted to see oscar in 2B's heels and leotard dress thing ok but HEAR ME OUT -- actually wait if i explain it basically spoils half of the game fuck BUT BASICALLY: oscar loving lando so much but not being able to show affection towards him vs lando (9S) constantly trying to get oscar to warm up to him

spoilers (decently big ones) under the break ok dont say i never warn u -- highly recommend to give the game a try though!! its around 33 hours of an insane experience

OK IMAGINE THE FUCKING ANGST. THE ANGST OF LANDO GETTING HIS MEMORIES WIPED EVERY TIME HE HACKS INTO THE DATABASE THING AND FINDS OUT THE TRUTH. OSCAR ACCOMPANYING HIM AND HAVING TO KILL HIM THROUGHOUT??? And he tries so hard to not get attached to lando because he knows he'll just have to kill him again but he Cannot because hes so freaking in love, and he can only act like he doesn't care about lando for so long

Idk who would be A2 tbh nobodys coming to mind right now,,, max verstappen???

AND THEN. OSCAR DYING IN FRONT OF LANDO!!! (for my girlies who havent played its because max/A2 kills him) LANDO FUCKING RIPPING AN ARM OFF ONE OF THE OSCAR MODELS IN THAT WEIRD ASS TOWER THING AND STICKING IT INTO HIS OWN ARM SOCKET IM FUCKING SICK. IM SO SICK SHIT I WISH I WAS A FREAKING WRITER ALL I CAN DO IS DRAW A PALTRY VERSION OF MY IMAGINATION

if we go with the 2A as verstappen idea then!! Lando fighting max like its the last thing he'll ever do!!! Because of oscar!!!! Mad with grief and longing ohhhh my god i need somebody who knows the story to scream with

#f1 #formula 1 #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #nier automata

[blueberrykenn]

Kennie's Top 10 Yearly Fic Recommendations

Okay so this is the 2nd year of me doing this (but this year I wont delete) butttt I show my top 10 fic and authors for each member/group( some members of bts repeat due to the amount of poly fics I read and its what I mainly read) (A handful of these have smut so heres your warning)

(I would also love to be your guys friends as every single one of you seems absolutely amazing)

LETS GET STARTED

10. @guqwrvte Make it Three (Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung)

Oh where do I start with this fic I found it in the spring looking for a Soulmate fic and oh boy I was in for a ride THREE SOULMATES?! ummm YES and the arcade chapter was ABSOULELY AMAZING! I hope you're doing well Author!! as this fic hasn't been updated in a while

9. @yonkimint Without You (Yoongi with a side of Hoseok or "Jay")

OHHHH BOY When I wanted a love triangle I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED I found this fic in April looking for angst and ANGST I GOT without spoiling it its a Pregnancy/ Single Mom AU and one of the best ones Ive read in a longgggg time

8. @guksthighs Bloom (Yoongi)

OH BOY This is a recent one actually. This one shot was made SIX YEARS AGO?! OMG Hanahaki AUs are one of my favorites angst type of fics so when I read this I literally sobbed like a baby I cant say much else without spoiling it

7. @kimnjss cyberslut (Yoongi), less of you/VINTAGE (Jimin), Strawberry Kisses(Jungkook)

MISS HAS ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVES SINCE 2019 like when I first read beside you YESS I reread Cyberslut and HAD to include it but reading less of you in June as I was dealing with my own breakup it was a tear jerker towards the end of less of you, for me I wont spoil it but there a plot twist that I was not expecting towards the end of the sequel, Vintage. BUT STRAWBERRY KISSES OH MY GAHD I read that on my way home in August even though its a SMUTTY I enjoyed it a lot and the FLUFF I think some people looked at me crazy when I took the bus home that day

6. @skazoo if you tell me about yourself( Stray Kids' Felix)

Okay here me out! Demon Slayer. Its one of my favorite manga and anime series and with CHANBIN as a hashira UMMM YES ynand chanbin are literally Genya and Sanemi if Genya was a girl and not YK (demon slayer spoiler!!) eating demons, but this 2 parter was ABSOULTELY AMAZING

5. @ugh-yoongi a word from our sponsors (Namjoon)

How do you get a idoit podcasters to not realize they have feelings but read smut YOU GET THESE TWO MFERS This one shot was sooooooo good!! like I read a lot of smut but this? TOP TEIR OF ONESHOTS OF 2023

4. @sopebubbles Bulletproof Heart (2Seok)

THIS ROLLERCOASTER If I had to describe my childhood in fanfictions this one would be one (check #1 for the other) I wont say why because spoilers but this angst was OMG THE YOONGI HATE WAS UNREAL NOT MY YOONGLES but I loved it soooooooo much

3.@jihoonotes Yearning(SVT's Woozi)

Lee Jihoon is literally my ult bias. Do I need to say more? ITS WORTH THE READ

2. @solemnreads Way Back Home(Jungkook)

THIS FIC HAD ME FUCKING EVERYWHERE with the twins to CEO Kook THE JEALOUSLY I LOVE IT by far the best exes to lovers fic I read this year

before I tell yall #1 I wanna give an honorable mention to @purpleyoonn they would be on the main list if I was done reading you complete us BUTTTT RED STRING is amazing even though there only 2 parts so far

Okay Okay this should be expected if you been here for a bit

1.@theharrowing Literally anything they write but mainly Rose Tinted Obsessions and Collateral

Boy Blue and Collateral Taehyungs literally Remained me of In between Taehyung so much that I got inspired to write in between again everything I read from them is Absolutely Amazing, Top Tier just Yes DARK FICS are literally my go to so reading them had me sooooo happy and wanting more

#bts #bts fanfction #kpop fanfic #Make it three #without you #bloom #cyberslut #less of you #vintage #strawberry kisses #if you tell me about yourself #skz fanfic #a word from our sponsors #Bulletproof heart #yaerning #svt fanfic #felix fanfic #woozi fanfic #you complete us #boy blue #white lies #collateral #the harrowing #my faves

[disneyanddisneyships]

Alaponi "transactional fucking" stage but everytime they were done al would just dip

Like- "oh well! Now that we're done, *dresses up* I need to go meet with someone at the colony!"

Like no cuddle. Bro just dipped.

Cause deers dont mate for life

:)

Warnings: a bit of smut in the beginning ig? Foul language... some angst... alastor probably being ooc..

Aponi moaned as she felt alastor spill into her. Her face was flushed and her hair was messy.

This was transactional. In return for a room at the hotel, Aponi had to practically be the radio demons fuck toy every October.... the only negative thing was that Aponi was in love with him.... but he wasn't in love with her.....

As alastor pulled out he sat upright on the bed putting his clothes back on almost immediately.

He did it every time. He never stayed over. No aftercare, no closeness. Just gone.

"You could stay if you'd ljke," Aponi muttered... hoping that just this once he'd give her a chance and she wouldn't have to wait another year before he considered her existence again.

"I'm afraid I cannot!" Alastor piped up as he took his microphone in his hand and draped his coat over his arm. "I have important business to get to. Goodbye!" He exclaimed, slamming the door on his way out.

Aponi sighed and stood up, using the bathroom and re-brushing her teeth.

She had a performance to get to in about an hour and Val would kill her if she was late.

So, getting dressed in some performanxe clothes and a long coat, she did her hair and grabbed her purse, walking out of the room.

Down in the lobby alastor was speaking with husk. Clearly they were important matters.

However alastor shut his mouth when he saw her and this made Aponi feel REALLY uneasy.

Until Angel piped up.

"Ohhhh sexy mama! You goin ta Val's?" He asked from his place on the couch.

"Yeah. Mal is supposed to drive me but.... she's not here so I'll probably just walk," Aponi replied as she grabbed an apple.

"Alright. Oh, hey you know that new bartender guy?" Angel spoke.

"Uhhh.... yeah," Aponi replied as she leaned over the couch and at her apple.

"Rumor has it he's got a fat ol crush on a certain butterfly demon~" Angel teased.

Aponi didn't see it, but Alastor stiffened up.

"Oh please. No one at that club gives a rats ass about the other... except for the dancers... speaking of that, did you talk to Jen about her twisted ankle? She and I are supposed to perform next week," Aponi stated.

Angel just shook his head.

"Alright well... I should get going," Aponi stated as she threw her half eaten apple away... Val would probably make her puke it up later anyway.

"I could always take you, dear!" Alastor piped up from the bar area.

Aponi looked at him, insecurity on her features.

".. I'm good... thanks though," she muttered.

She hated pretending like what they were doing wasn't happening.... but she was probably a fool to believe an overlord could actually fall in love with someone like her.

"Alrighr well. Bye Angie, bye Husk!" She called out as she left the room.

............

Aponi walked into the club, 5 minutes early, thank Satan.

Now she realized why she didn't walk. The amount of catcallers she had was unbelievable.

As she walked through the club and backstage into the changing rooms, she didn't notice the bartender staring at her with a smile that practically screamed he was in love with her.

[charcadett]

Hi! I really like how you write, it’s very good.

Can I request an angsty situation where Rika finds her partner being attacked and jumps in to help them but for a moment it seemed like she was too late and the damage was too severe even if her partner does survive?

Thanks, you’re awesome!

Ohhhh yes I love angst heheh. I hope you enjoy this one! Time to feel some agony Rika, I’m not sorry about it.

CW: Injury and hospitals

Rika’s Partner Gets Hurt By A Pokemon

- After the events of Area Zero, more and more paradox Pokemon have been leaving the Great Crater into general Paldea. To take care of this, the Gym Leaders, the Elite Four (minus Poppy), and Geeta herself are dispatched periodically whenever a sighting is reported. Rika gets a call from Geeta to take care of an unruly Paradox Pokemon. Given that she has dealt with them many times by this point - out of everyone she somehow has the most free time - she’s more than confident in her ability to take care of this. So, she invites you along. Consider it a date with a short work interlude. Plus, you get to see how cool she looks taking this thing out.

- You giggle and lean against her, feigning fear as she wraps you into a firm hug. Rika presses a kiss to your cheek and gallantly decrees, “You don’t have to worry about a thing, not with me here to protect you.”

- As you walk both make your way to the location Geeta provided, you’re laughing and roughhousing. Rika knocks shoulders with you as you try to catch her off guard with a kiss. The two of you are too caught up in each other to notice the shadow overhead until it’s too late. Roaring Moon descends directly towards you with a terrifying cry as you fumble to grab one of your Pokeballs. Clodsire is already out, both it and Rika ready to defend you. Roaring Moon opens its mouth to release a powerful Dragon Breath towards Clodsire. When you stumble to your feet, the movement catches its eye as it snaps its head towards you. You barely have time to blink before the full force of its move knocks you against a boulder with a sickening crack.

- She never wants to feel like that again. Seeing you crumpled against the ground, not knowing if you’re still breathing. It was like her world shattered. Adrenaline-fueled panic had her rushing to your side and hoisting you into her arms to get you far away from the furious Pokemon. When she finally gets you to a hospital, it’s all she can do not to break down when she’s told moving you was dangerous. You’re in critical condition, your ribs are broken, and all she can do is sit here and try to get a hold of someone to do the job she should have finished an hour ago. She should have never brought you along. What has she done?

- Rika blames herself. If only she was faster, if she was paying more attention, if she hadn’t brought you, every single variable is clogging up her head. You would be fine if it wasn’t for her. She finally gets in contact with Larry, who tells her he’ll go take care of the Roaring Moon. After forty-five minutes, Hassel comes jogging into the waiting room. He apologizes for not getting her calls, he has his phone off during the school day. If it wasn’t for Larry dropping by, he wouldn’t have had a clue.

- She doesn’t cry. No matter what, she doesn’t cry, but Arceus, she wants to more than anything. When a nurse steps out of the back with a grim frown, all Rika wants to do is vomit her breakfast all over the clean linoleum floor. “They’ll be okay, but-“ She can’t hear the rest over the relieved ringing in her ears. It’s a miracle Hassel is there to catch the rest of the conversation as she slumps back into her seat. The adrenaline she’s been running on since the encounter with Roaring Moon has been sapped out of her, but when the nurse says she can go visit you in your room, she’s on her feet in an instant.

- Seeing you in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines and engulfed by the stench of blood and chemicals, makes you look so terribly small. You’re alive, though. Hurt, but alive. Finally, she breaks down, gripping your hand like a lifeline as she silently sobs into the side of your bed. Rika’s apology is incomprehensible and gurgled out between rattling cries. You run your shaking fingers through your hair. “It’s okay. I forgive you, it’s okay. We’ll be okay, Rika. I love you.”

- She takes off work to spend every second she can with you so you’re not lonely in the hospital. When you’re finally discharged, she waits on you hand and foot. No matter how many times you voice your forgiveness, it’ll take a long time for her to forgive herself. With your insistence, she starts going to counseling to help work through her mess of emotions. It’ll take a while for you to heal physically, but even when you do, Rika is always checking up on you to make sure you’re okay. She loves you more than anything, and time really does heal all wounds. Both you and Rika will be more than fine in the end.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #elite four rika x reader #rika x reader #ADDED THE MEME BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY

[demonichikikomori]

OHHHH ur last ask got me in a chokehold as a fem for fem lesbian..... just imagining constantly venting to vil about this pretty woman u saw, maybe being a bit sad bc like, u were just going to the grocery, u didnt even dress that nice!! how are u supposed to catch her attention!!

constantly going to the market to try to see her again, trying to scheme up ways to talk to her and maybe going to vil for advice skfndkdn

ITS BECAUSE I LIKE GIRLS. I AM SECRETLY A VIL STAN IN A LESBIAN WAY (giving him she/him pronouns in my mind.)!!!! The reason I never openly talk about my love for a fem presenting Vil or him using feminine pronouns (even though it is canon in the JP server he does use them interchangeably and gender neutral terms) it does tend to upset some people?

I have been told that it is a harmful headcanon to have because Vil is a man who believes beauty is genderless. So making him trans or giving him fem pronouns is uhhh, someone told me it was considered transphobic. And I never want to come off that way because of how I personally perceive a character.

I do love the idea of Vil being a crossdresser, going as far as to wear a corset to accentuate his curves, and even a chest pad to give the appearance of breasts... He has to disguise himself when he goes out, so he cant dress normally without being crowded by paparazzi!!! When he sees you in public while dressed as a woman, he cant help but indulge you. Meeting at the market, passing you notes saying that he cant speak because he injured his vocal chords. Or some excuse so you wont recognize him. But he loves walking and listening to you chat. Finishing your shopping and vanishing again without a trace.

He knows the situation will end in heartbreak when you run to him, he's dressed as a man again today. You tell him about the gorgeous woman you met. He gives you advice and smiles when you follow his every word. But, he's not sure how much more he can take...

He doesn't want the game between you to end. But he doesn't want to deceive you either!!

I won't lie, I do want to write an angst-ish fic like this because it does give me a chance to talk about wlw ships and also the romance of gender in a way. You fell in love with Vil as a woman, not a man. So what emotions would come up when he revealed himself to you? If he ever did? Would he pass you a note one day saying that he was leaving the island soon to return to a far away castle? Leaving you with a parting kiss to the cheek with a smear of red lipstick? ... Aghhh... You guys are seriously indulging me today!!!

#ask the devil #vil schoenheit propaganda

[fushiglow]

i saw this fa and immediately thought of over the threshold!! tsumiki would totally be so loved by the audience on produce ahahah (and ofc by her family ❤️) if tsumiki was in this story, what would that look like? :D

i also wanted to ask about the audience’s reaction to satoru dedicating a song to suguru at his concert!!! as someone who is in kpop fandoms (which is also why this fic is so dear to me, the parallels with the challenges and pressures they face;;) i can just imagine all the takes fans would immediately have about the whole thing AHAHA also makes me go aww that suguru couldn’t fully enjoy the performance but sksjddj i loved the angst sm

i also have sm questions about satoru’s past but that’s spoilers LOL and i love learning alongside suguru about the layers satoru has… there’s so much to unpack i’m so excited to see how both stsg’s pasts unfold…!! including megumi and gojo’s past AAAAA their bond in every universe is really everything to meeeee and gojo being a support for the next generation criiiies *plays snooze by agust d* AND CHOSO AND GETO? what went onnnnnnnnn i also did not get the sugar-ooh until geto did and it was such a fun revelation my jaw literally DROPPED LOOOOL

i find the way you write stsg so so fascinating too how they bring out different sides to each other like when satoru speaks quieter and sincerely and suguru (and us readers) is hit with realizing again and again that there’s so much he doesn’t know and hasn’t figured out yet about satoru which makes this even more compelling [big heart] ah i love this fic so much and i’m so happy to have found your writing (i will never ever ever ever get over rivers crossed mountains scaled omg) and am veryyyyy much looking forward to what comes next for them!!!

also so sorry this was long and a mix of questions and comments skdkdk for future reference do u prefer these via tumblr or ao3?

OHHHH I love you so much for dropping this in my inbox 😭

So, Tsumiki is definitely present in the Threshold universe! Gojo didn't mention her by name when he was telling Megumi's story, but when he said Megumi didn't want the Zen'in fortune because he's "stubborn as hell", he was talking about Tsumiki.

It's a parallel to canon basically. The Zen'in ��� obsessed with bloodlines as they are — seriously underestimated the strength of the Fushiguro siblings' bond when they refused to factor Tsumiki into their discussions with Megumi. Hence, he followed Gojo into music rather than rely on their dirty money. That's why the Zen'in blame Gojo, even though it's really just because Megumi's a spiteful little so-and-so! 😏

Because of the parallels with canon, Megumi would try to keep Tsumiki away from the toxicity of the music industry as much as possible — hence why she wasn't at the album launch. However, I like to think that her career is adjacent to Megumi's in some capacity! As much as I love writing about the Fushiguro siblings' relationship with Gojo, the inclusion of that story served more to give Suguru a look into the real Gojo Satoru, so she's unlikely to feature in this fic. I think continuing their story would require a sequel — which I'm not even gonna think about until Threshold is finished... I'm not, I'm not thinking about it!

As for Gojo's dedication at the concert, he spoke in Japanese so Suguru would understand him, so most of the audience wouldn't have known what he was saying immediately. However, I'm sure the online reactions once the videos were translated and passed around were very interesting! Having said that, it's hard to communicate the nuances of the Japanese language in an English language fic. To most English speakers, "this was the first song I played for them" seems like a deliberate omission of gender, but that's not the case in Japanese. So, I imagined Gojo using his native tongue very responsibly in that moment, sticking to language that sounds purely professional — but that wouldn't stop fans from speculating 👀

I'm not planning to explore Gojo's past in *too* much detail because it's mostly his present and his future that are relevant to the story. Meanwhile, it's Suguru with the big fat question mark over his past... 🫠 So, if you want to ask questions, go ahead and I will simply avoid sharing spoilers! As for where to ask questions, Tumblr lends itself to longer answers so if you enjoyed this response, probably best to ask here! However, AO3 comments feed my body and soul so feel free to leave those too... It's whatever you prefer really 🥰

Megumi and Gojo's relationship is everything to me tooooo, no one can stop me from shoehorning it into every damn fic I write! So happy you're enjoying SatoSugu's dynamic in this story — and that you enjoyed Rivers Crossed so much! Thank you so so much for all your kind words, and your interest in the fic! I loved answering this soooo much ♥

#♥ #threshold fic #miidnightzone #ask fushiglow #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu

[writingsofmax]

Hi Max!! I was wondering if I could make a request for a breakup/makeup scenario with Calvin? The more angsty, the better! If you decide to do it, I hope you have fun with it! ☺️☺️☺️

Let Down and Hanging Around

Words: 4.7 K

Tags: angst, argument, hurt/comfort, breakup, makeup, fluff

author's note: I've been... a little bummy lately so this was a really nice request to write. I LOVE angst, and I LOVE Calvin so this was perfect. uhhhhhhhhhhhh merry christmas eve.

Calvin could be such a jerk sometimes. You had been asking him to spend time with you, but he was always too busy working on the manuscript for his new book. You got tired of asking so eventually you took matters into your own hands. You called and made dinner plans at the restaurant you had your first date at, and then told Calvin exactly when and where the date was going to be. He had been slightly annoyed, but eventually loosened up and agreed to come. 

“Thank you for putting up with me,” he had said, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before you left him to write again. But now, sitting at that restaurant alone, the memory didn’t comfort you anymore. You sat there at your table looking more and more foolish with every passing minute. Here you were in your stupid dress and silly little heels, at your reserved table, and the stupid makeup you had so carefully applied was about to be ruined because you were going to cry. He wasn’t coming. 

After waiting for thirty minutes, you thanked the waiter and left, feeling absolutely humiliated. When you got back to Calvin’s, you stormed into the writing room, but he wasn’t in there. However, his laptop was open and you could tell he had flaked on you to stay and write his manuscript. His STUPID manuscript. In a flash of rage, you took the cursor and selected “move to trash”. What if you just deleted it? Got rid of it ALL right then and there? Fuck him and his stupid books. Your finger hovered over the key. No. You knew this wasn’t right. You took a shaky breath, and moved your hand away from the computer, and wiped away your tears. Even though you couldn’t believe he ghosted you over his stupid book, deleting everything wasn’t the answer, you were just mad. You looked at the computer screen once more and your heart fell into the pit of your stomach. His stupid book suddenly wasn’t there anymore. The screen was absolutely blank. You had accidentally hit the key. Pure blind panic flooded you as you frantically started trying to undo your mistake. Wait. It might be in the trash, it’s fine, I can just remove the file from the trash, you thought, trying desperately to amend the situation. You felt like you were going to puke right then and there when you realized that he had it set to “auto-empty.” It was gone. The whole thing was gone. “Oh SHIT!” You heard Calvin exclaim from behind you. You turned around to see him looking at you wide-eyed. “OUR DATE! Ohhhh baby, I’m so sorry, that was tonight wasn’t it?” He lamented while he ran his fingers through his hair, “I am SO sorry, I completely forgot, and—” he paused, taking in the scene before him, “What are you looking at on my computer?”

You completely froze, looking like a deer in headlights. By the expression on your face Calvin could see that something was obviously wrong. With a gnawing anxiety in his stomach, he walked towards you and the computer.

“What's wrong? What happened?” He asked. When you wouldn’t answer, he pushed past you gently to look at the computer screen.

“WHAT THE FUCK?????”

“Calvin, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, let me explain–” you started.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, GET OUT!!!” He screamed. Your boyfriend’s face was red and his hands were shaking– in fact– his whole body was shaking as tears ran down his face.

In the next second, he was gone, you could hear him tearing through the house. You followed him to see that he was gathering up your things.

“Calvin, wait, please–” You begged but he was beyond listening to you. All of his hard work, gone. Just like that. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend, who he had thought loved him, would be so vindictive as to destroy his work. His anxiety was bubbling over into complete rage.

“Its fucking OVER, do you hear me?!” He screamed at you, his voice breaking.  “Get your shit” he yelled as he threw your things down the stairs, “and GO!” he shouted between angry sobs.

The last thing he said to you before slamming the door in your face was, “Do not EVER speak to me again you spiteful BITCH.”

After he shut you out, he sank down to the ground, his back against the door. He had just had a breakthrough moment with his manuscript and now it was all gone. He had spent the last several days writing down the best part of the story and now he would never get it back in the same way.

Between losing all of his hard work, and realizing that his beloved girlfriend could and would hurt him like that even though he had trusted you, he was at a complete loss. He couldn’t bring himself to get up off the floor, so he just laid there and cried.

You also cried all the way back to your apartment that night knowing that you had just ruined the best relationship you had ever had in your life. Calvin had been your person and you had completely fucked it all up. 

The next few days passed in a blur. You weren’t sleeping well and you missed Calvin so very much. You had called and texted him so many times since the incident but he never answered. You only had one thing left you could do, and that was to go see him in person. You were nervous when you got to Calvin’s house, but you hoped you could make things right. With a shaky hand you knocked on the door, your stomach sinking lower and lower every second that you stood dumbly on his doorstep. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Calvin answered the door. He stood there, regarding you coldly. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he had been crying just as much as you. He looked away from you and stood awkwardly, arms folded tightly across his chest. Your heart ached with guilt at the sight of him and you wanted to do nothing more than to hug him and comfort him but you didn’t. You knew how badly you had fucked up. “Calvin….” you started, your voice shaky. “Yes?” he asked flatly. “Calvin, I’m sorry...” You stated, looking down at your feet.  You thought it was best to just speak from the heart and hope that he would listen. He nodded at you to continue, which seemed like a good sign. “I’m so SO sorry that I deleted your manuscript. I know you worked really hard on it and how important it is to you–” “It is really important to me.” He interjected, his voice terse and short. You winced at the harshness in voice, and wished you had stepped more lightly, but continued carefully, “I know… I should have never even thought about deleting it. But Calvin, I SWEAR to you, it was an accident. Even still, I am so so SO sorry it happened, and I really hope you can forgive me, and we can talk about this..” You knew you were beginning to ramble, but you loved him so much it was hard not to. You paused, doing your best to try and fight back your tears, not wanting to cry on his doorstep. You missed him so very much and you only had yourself to blame for that. “Right. Well…” he paused, his brows furrowed in thought, “Have you ever considered not deleting people’s hard work?” He looked back up at you, eyes blazing with anger. You wanted to disappear into the ground as he continued, “Have you considered not threatening my career? No? Doesn’t surprise me.” And then, without waiting for you to answer, he slammed the door in your face. A few days later you tried again, and he turned the sprinklers on. He never even came to the door. The third time you went you were so disheartened but you just had to talk to him.  That time he actually called the cops. After a warning, you were let go and then you never went there again.

He was really gone.

When you got home that day, you curled up onto the couch and stared blankly at the wall. You weren’t going to see Calvin anymore. You weren’t going to hear him read to you anymore. You were never going to go on a fun date with him again. You wouldn’t see his face first thing in the morning or kiss him right before he went to sleep at night. You wouldn’t see the way his hair would get rumpled in his sleep. You wouldn’t see him fuss with his shirts and outfits before going to an event. You wouldn’t hear him tell you he loved you or lovingly call you “bug” or “bun” anymore. The nicknames that had started out as “love bug” and “bunny” but got shortened down over time since you had been together for so long. No. You weren’t going to have anything to do with him anymore and it was all your fault.

You felt hollow, and just let the numbness take over, not wanting to cry anymore than you already had.

Calvin wasn’t doing much better, but he preferred to keep busy. He needed to be writing anyway. His schedule was fucked because of all the progress that he had lost. He had missed his deadlines, his editor and his publicist were pissed at him and there was nothing he could do about it. Everything else in his life he had planned, now had to be pushed back so he could make his new deadlines. You had really fucked him over.

The nights were the worst for him. Without you, he could hardly sleep. He had gotten used to having you in his arms, the weight of your body grounding his anxious thoughts, your heartbeat helping him to drift off to sleep. Without you he would lay awake till four or five in the morning sometimes, wishing you were there, and then hating you for making him miss you. He would miss your skin on his, your late night talks, and the way you would laugh. He would think about the way you would brighten any room that you were in, but then eventually his mind would always drift back to finding you in his writing room, at his computer, his manuscript gone.

He would replay the entire scenario over and over in his head, and get so worked up he couldn’t sleep at all. He would try not to, but the anxiety driven thoughts were too powerful. In the morning he would get up, exhausted again, and sit at his desk and try to not think about you. Eventually, after a couple weeks it had become a routine.

Today though, was the day of his book talk and he was feeling extra anxious. He hated these things with a passion. He hated being on stage, he hated public speaking, he hated fielding questions from reporters and fans. It was all terrible. Normally, he would have you there to help him through the waves of anxiety that threatened to topple him over, but not anymore. 

He was sitting in the small room they gave him backstage naming 5 things he could see, 5 things he could touch, 5 things he could hear and 5 things he could taste when a knock came at the door. A worker from the venue tentatively poked her head in. “Mr. Weir-Fields?” Calvin ran a hand through his hair, “Yes?” “These came for you.” She was holding a large bouquet of flowers. Calvin stood up and took them from her. “Thanks...” he answered awkwardly, wondering who it was from. None of his friends had asked him about his book talk today. Setting the bouquet down he picked up the card that came with it. Oh. He felt his stomach twist. It was from you. He picked up the small card attached to the bouquet.

The first line written there was from his book he was going to be talking about today. To anyone else it would have been a throwaway line, but to him it was important. His chest tightened, realizing that you picked up on how important it was too. You had always understood him. The rest of the note read: “Brilliant as always. I know you’ll do great, you always do. So proud of you.” Calvin missed you, that much was for sure, but he had let his anger overshadow it. However, after reading the note you sent him? Oh he felt your absence. So very badly. He decided to talk to his therapist about it a few days later, unable to get you out of his mind. “She remembered,” he said, grabbing his stuffed animal Benny and holding him to his chest. “Sometimes people deserve a second chance. You do have a tendency to shut people out, even if it's not what your heart actually wants.” “I don’t want to talk about that..” Calvin huffed, turning to face away from his therapist on the couch. “You shutting people out?” “Yeah, that. And anyway, I don’t want to forgive her. I’m angry,” he let out a sigh at that, his frustration bubbling up once more. He wished for the thousandth time that you hadn’t done what you did because now both of you had to live with it. “You can be mad and try to talk to her,” his therapist suggested. That got Calvin’s attention, and he turned back to his therapist. “What do you mean?” “More than one emotion can exist at once. You can be angry and try to talk to her if you want to. You can be upset and miss her at the same time.” Calvin knew that was true. He flipped over on the couch, staring up at the ornate wood paneled ceiling while he picked at the lining on Benny. “Maybe I can still be upset about it but also try to forgive her…” he said quietly, his mind buzzing at the thought, “Maybe I can still be upset, but not be… alone.” Calvin peeked over at his therapist for reassurance who just nodded at him.  “Maybe I can..” Calvin swallowed, his throat feeling dry, “....talk to her about it.” Calvin continued to think about it after he left his session, his resolve weakening by the hour. He had called the cops on you, he remembered, internally cringing. But you had very thoughtlessly and carelessly, destroyed his life’s work. Someone that loved you wouldn’t do that, right? It was all very confusing to think about. 

But you had said it was an accident….. But! He couldn’t be sure if he believed that either. The one thing he knew for certain was that he missed you AND that he was mad at you. So. Back at square one. He was still mulling it over a couple days later at the store when he saw you.  At first he doubted that it was you because of what you were wearing but on a second look, it definitely was. He would have recognized you anywhere. You were walking to the bus stop across the street. 

Of course you would be taking the bus now, Calvin realized, it had been him that had driven you everywhere before. It seemed like you were trying to hide behind your bulky gray jacket and sweatpants you had on, which is why he didn’t recognize you at first. You had always dressed in very cute outfits with bright colors when you had been with him, so this came as a bit of a shock. You looked tired too, dark circles under your eyes, staring off into space as you waited for the bus to come. To put it simply, you looked rough. Damn. And Calvin thought he had been taking it hard. He felt pulled to you, like a magnet in his chest had been activated. Uninvited images of him coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you floated through his mind. He could walk right up to you at that bus stop and offer you a ride home, your eyes would widen when you saw him, and he would pull you into a deep kiss and—

“Sir?” 

“Huh?” He was snapped out of his thoughts by a confused looking store clerk. 

“Do you need… help with anything??” 

Calvin realized he had just been standing there with his grocery bags staring out the store windows like some kind of freak.

“Uhhhh no! No. Sorry.” He apologized, readjusting his bags and quickly leaving. He decided on the way to his car that he would come see you that night. He was regretting that decision as he made his way up your stairs. His hand wouldn’t stop shaking as he reached for your door. He thought he was gonna throw up. He stood there, wiping his hands on his jacket, and nervously pacing for about 5 minutes before finally just knocking. After a minute with no answer, he was about to turn back to his car, internally berating himself about what a stupid idea this had been, when the door opened. 

You looked SHOCKED to see him standing there on your doorstep. He noticed how your eyes immediately brightened when you saw him, which caused a fluttering in his chest. Giving you a once over, his heart clenched when he noticed you were wearing one of his old sweaters. “C-Calvin??” 

Tearing his eyes off your choice of clothing he nervously asked, “Um. Can I come in?” 

“Come… in…?” Your brain wasn’t working as you looked at him, real, and beautiful, and on your doorstep, before remembering that your apartment was a mess. 

“Ummmm, yeah! Just… give me one sec!” you blurted out before closing the door. 

Calvin just stood there awkwardly, and waited as he listened to you run around behind the closed door. He had wondered where that sweater went, it was really sweet that you were wearing it and, Oh my god, he realized, she misses me. The door opened again and you stood to the side to let him in. He noticed right away that you had changed into something different. Did you think you had to hide how much you missed him? Or maybe you felt embarrassed about wearing it in front of him? Oh no… his heart fell as he realized, She thinks I don’t want her to miss me. He followed you inside and the two of you sat down on the couch in your living room as you had done so many times before. But this time it felt awkward and painful to try to ignore all the shared history in that room. To make matters worse, you hadn’t had any nice clothes to change into so you were in a shabby t-shirt and pj pants while Calvin was in one of his nicer outfits, making you feel very self-conscious.

You didn’t know what he was doing there. Probably to get the rest of his things. The both of you just sat there in silence on opposite ends of the couch because neither of you knew who should talk first. You were about to break the silence when Calvin spoke.

“Uh… So. How have you been?” He asked as he scanned the depression pit that was your apartment.  You smiled politely and lied, “Oh you know, same old, same old… and how uh… how have you been?” You asked, trying to sound normal and happy, and not like you missed him with every fiber of your being. “Oh, I’ve been… okay. Thank you for the flowers. I liked your note.” “Y-You actually read that?” “Yes.”  His admission surprised you. He hadn’t wanted anything to do with you before. You had been feeling particularly brazen and lonely when you sent the flowers, but regretted it as soon as you put in the order. Your mind had overflowed with scenes of him tossing them in the garbage, or sending them back for days.

“Sorry if that was… too much.”

“No no, not at all! You’re actually the only one who sent anything.”

“Really?” You asked, incredulously. That upset you, Calvin worked so hard and deserved to be supported. Not that he would know you felt that way with how you had acted.

Calvin sighed, “Yeah. No one even texted me about it, so I really did appreciate the flowers.”

“Oh..” you answered quietly, “Well I’m sorry about that. I’m glad you liked them.”

You both sat  in uncomfortable silence for a beat before you decided to say something first.

“How’s… writing going?”  you asked tentatively, regretting that topic almost as soon as it left your mouth. You pulled at fibers on the arm of your couch wishing you weren’t so dumb. The worst topic you could have picked and you just went for it.

Calvin glared at the floor, “Fine.” He answered flatly, which made you wanna shrivel up and die.

The silence hung heavy between you and you didn’t know what to say next. You had tried so hard to apologize before but he wouldn’t hear it. You know it hadn’t worked before, but he was here now wasn’t he? That had to mean something. The two of you had already broken up so it’s not like anything worse could happen if he didn’t listen to you this time.

Gathering up your courage you decided to speak, “Calvin… I really am so sorry…  About all of that. Truly.”

Despite your best efforts, your voice was coming out wobbly. You were trying really hard not to cry because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He didn’t answer you, he just stared at the floor, his brows set in his typical frustrated Calvin look. 

“It’s good to see you..” You admitted, the lump in your throat causing your voice to come out strained. Calvin had been trying hard not to get mad all over again, trying to remember what his therapist had said about second chances. When everything had happened for the first time your sobbing didn’t phase him at all. But this time, when he heard the sadness in your voice, it broke his HEART. “It’s good to see you too, bug,” he responded, looking up from the floor and giving you a weak smile. 

That’s all he had to say to cause the floodgates to open, much to your horror. 

“Sorry– sorry,” you choked out as you quickly wiped the tears from your face, your embarrassment overwhelming you. You looked away from him not wanting him to see you cry. You were mortified that this was happening. 

“I promise I’m fine, I don’t mean to-“ but your words were cut off as Calvin pulled you into a hug. His arms were wrapped protectively around you and your face rested between his neck and his shoulder. He was so warm, and he smelled so good, just how you remembered. And it was Calvin! CALVIN that was holding you, his hand gently rubbing your back. 

You started sobbing into his jacket as he held you, all of the emotions of the past several weeks pouring out of you. You thought you would never see him again, let alone have him hold you. The two of you stayed like that for a while. He just held you and rubbed your back as you cried it all out. Calvin was definitely reconsidering his anger with you as he held you, seeing how deeply the break up had affected you as well. Maybe you weren’t the villain he had made you out to be. You had just acted out of anger, and you had certainly paid the price for it. You OBVIOUSLY regretted it.

And even though you were crying, and the circumstances weren’t ideal, Calvin liked being able to hold you again. He had been touch-starved too and he missed the way you felt in his arms. 

After a few minutes you were finally done crying. You hated yourself for falling apart, knowing that Calvin had probably just held you out of awkwardness and pity. Pulling back from the hug, you saw you had left a huge tear and snot stain on his jacket, and you just wanted to disappear. You were so focused on the stain that you didn’t see the way that Calvin was currently looking at you. The feeling of his hand touching your cheek brought you out of your thoughts as he wiped some of your tears away. You swear your heart skipped a beat when you looked up at him, leaning into his open hand gently. His green eyes searched yours for a second before he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips rested against yours ever so gently before he pulled away, and rested his forehead against yours.

“God, I missed you,” Calvin whispered, opening his eyes again. He leaned back and you took both of his hands in yours. “I missed you too… SO much,” you started, squeezing his hands tightly, “Calvin you’re the love of my life. You don’t know how much you mean to me,” you confessed. “I know I fucked up, but I will do everything in my power to make it up to you…” 

Calvin regarded you quietly, his fingers moving nervously in your hands. 

“If I’m being honest, I’ve been lost without you Calvin. You’re wonderful. You’re so talented and intelligent and fun and just amazing in every way, and I should have never hurt you like I did.” Calvin felt himself tearing up as you talked. You were so genuine as you told him how much he meant to you. It was moving, after weeks of missing you, to hear how much you loved him, wanted him and needed him. Maybe he wasn’t so silly for missing you terribly after all. Maybe you hadn’t wanted to hurt him like he thought you had. But then you said the dreaded words, “Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Calvin froze, as he wracked his brain for an answer. You held your breath as you waited for his response.  “I think…” he started, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs as he spoke, “I think I’m willing to try.” Now it was your turn to hug him. You squeezed him tightly, almost pushing him over on the couch. 

“Oh Calvin, thank you! Thank you so much! I completely understand. I’m so grateful that you’re giving me a second chance,” you gushed, holding him close. 

“I missed you SO much bug,” you heard Calvin say into your neck, “I want you to come home…will you come back home with me tonight?” 

You pulled away from him with wide eyes, “Of course! Yes!”

Calvin shifted away from you, looking at the ground, “Ok I understand, I knew it would be too soon and—“ his eyes widened,  “Wait, you will?! Really?!”

“Yes, of course, yes!” You laughed as he stared at you incredulously. 

He let out a shaky exhale, “Oh good.” He said breathlessly. 

That night you were SO relieved to be back in Calvin’s home. He was laying on you quietly and you kissed the top of his head. It was early in the night still, and the two of you had been cuddling for a little while. 

“Hey Cal…?”  He didn’t answer you, and your stomach twisted. Was he already regretting this? 

“Calvin?” You adjusted your position to look at his face.

He was out like a light. His normally tense facial features were relaxed in a way you only saw when he was sleeping. You reached up and very carefully pulled his glasses from his face, folding them and putting them on the nightstand. He didn’t even stir. Poor guy must have been exhausted. You gently traced your thumb across his cheek before patting his head soothingly.  “Good night Cal, I love you.” 

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[itsdappleagain]

Get toasty for The African Ice Caper!

Late again. Whoops. I swear I have good reasons. Anyway, super excited for this!!!

Lets-a go! Notes under the cut as always :)

First off, since I forgot the title last week, let's take a stab at it! I super love this title. It's a play on words in some ways; it refers to the literal "ice" meaning the diamonds they find in Botswana. But using "ice" also refers to the aftermath of Stockholm and how Carmen is dealing with the consequences! Cool shit!

Overall beginning thoughts- I LOVE this caper. It extends that whump/angst from Stockholm ever so much and ACTUALLY DEALS WITH CONSEQUENCES!!! I love when shows carry over serious events!!! Even with S1 finale -> S2 opener there wasn't much aftermath of Carmen's fight against Brunt (two weeks? really? she healed from that in two weeks?) but they DELIVERED here

This caper is just all aftermath, consequence, and effect. Carmen makes the decisions she does in Botswana to call in ACME because of their rescue in Sweden. They've proven themselves to be trustworthy (for now) and as Chief said a valuable ally. However, without Carmen calling in the cops, Roundy would never have been alerted and the mines would never have been blown up. It's all so delicate and interesting, and opens, for the briefest of moments, so many pathways for options- good and bad. I'll get to more stuff later but let me actually start commenting on the episode now

it's a terrifying moment but I can't help but laugh about Zack and Ivy's cover story being that Carmen is a shitty driver and they are right

while I also understand that it's the fastest way to convey information why did the nurses just let them seize the gurney and start sprinting back into the hospital with her without even knowing what happened

but okay. man. carmen's eyes just barely being able to open and see what's happening before she slips into unconsciousness again is so damn good

why does she have an oxygen mask on btw she was freezing not suffocating can anyone inform me on that

he's family 😭 happy day after father's day yall he's dadowsan official now

AUGH. her face kills me every time she just looks so vulnerable. but like she's trying to tell him that she's okay

i love found family but the nurse must have been confused when this 20 year old argentinian lady's family turned out to be two white american teenagers and a forty year old japanese man

not to mention that 16 year old canadian kid on the phone

poor carmen has an iv and a heart monitor she was not doing so hot

actually cannot tell if they stole an ambulance or painted their van to look like one i think they painted the van??

wait no it has lights on top DID YOU STEAL AN AMBULANCE???

that quick shot of ivy ducking down and checking carmen kills me every time augh

i love this quick, rough but getting smoother dynamic player and shadow-san get with taking the capers while red is down. i also LOVE that they took this opportunity to move into and decorate the warehouse further. it becomes home while carmen recovers

also the way carmen is barely ever awake is just so. augh

OOOH CARMEN'S DREAM i love this scene. there are so many little tiny things to pick up on before the brunt reveal that it's not real: ivy's voice waking her but ivy being nowhere in sight, chief not having a pen to beam from, chief not being able to activate pens from her end, etc. the first time i saw this, though, I was totally fooled. i was like ohhhh shit chief??????

btw have i ever talked about the sound design on chief's voice? her real voice intertwined with mechanical/digital noises that sometimes even blot out parts of words that just sell the illusion that she's coming from a speaker

god the way carmen jumps as soon as she hears brunt's voice ugah

the dutch angle on brunt to sell the fact that this is WRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG MM its so good

and carmen's pupils contracting when she wakes up mm

LOOK HOW HARD DEVINEAUX HAS BEEN WORKING GO SIR DO THAT PAPERWORK

that little side glance devineaux gives to see if he sold it thats so funny

and the sad sick face dropping off his face for an evil little grin he's literally so funny

"roll of red yarn" has become another one of the phrases I just repeat over and over it lives rent free in my brain for some reason

he's crocheting a little carmen hat and coat for his pet cat

the music going really sinister and lowkey a little concerned as soon as it reveals that devineaux's got this crazy ass conspiracy board

the callback to the very first capers devineaux/julia reeled off in the pilot!!! (plus boston tea party of course)

the shot of devineaux tacking up papers on the "camera" is one of my favorites, so fun

carmen has so many kettlebells what the fuck

man i love how you can see the wave of exhaustion hit her like a truck. she's not even close to a hundred percent still, but she's "relaxing makes me fidgety" carmen sandiego so of course she's up using the punching bag

oh hey also one thing about this episode is i dont think i've ever realized but it spans over a TON of time. like, maybe a month?? more?? girlie doesn't trip and slam her face on death's door and then get up and go work out in a week

ALSO WAS THIS THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF CARMEN'S WORKOUT OUTFIT?? SO GAY ABOUT IT THANK GOD THEY BROUGHT IT BACK MORE TIMES

augh also you can hear the frustration in carmen's...not exactly voice because she's just kind of panting but she does this little scoff/growl/ugh that just shows how annoyed she is that she can't do this like she used to and that it still hurts

carmen say thank you challenge CARMEN SAY THANK YOU CHALLENGE CARMEN IM GOING TO MURDER YOU even when "chief" showed up the closest carmen got to "thanks for saving my life" was "you look better" "thanks to you" girl its okay you can say thank you

the way carmen bounces down on the couch itches my brain

also obsessed with how carmen's first workout session was pummeling that boxing bag because like if player was surprised she was up and still calling her the patient THAT WAS HER FIRST SESSION UP. CARMEN INSISTS ON GOING ON A CAPER THE INSTANT SHE CAN THROW A PUNCH AGAIN HJDSGJSD

the way ivy lays on that damn couch im in love with her

ZACK'S FACE

boys got trauma from last time and it shows hard this episode

i love how everyone is just like

because she is fighting tooth and claw to get out of that warehouse who's going to tell her no when dadowsan isn't around

guess you caught me lion

also. i guess carmen did have to watch out for tigers who slam her into chainlink fences

team red got the safari of all time damn they were just driving and they saw all that??

also HEY zack is driving on the correct side for their location that's really cool

ivy's trying to help you girl you do not need to make her feel bad about trying to give you water in the middle of a gigantic. well the kalahari isn't a desert but "semi-arid sandy savannah" doesn't quite roll off the tongue in the same way i guess

"he is a rockstar" i miss you elvis episode with shadowsan that could have been

everyone: gains complete trust in shadowsan brunt: im about to end this mans whole career

shadowsan just standing on the other side of the gondolas is so funny he must have gone the entire rode around up to the top of the mountain for that dramatic ass shot

he's so funny honestly

also the gondola shaking as they fight is a great detail

top ten anime moments before disaster. number 1: le chevre and fraulein blushcheeks

shadowsan just SNATCHES that case

also I love how fraulein (i know thats a term like miss but i dont have anything else to go on) is just sitting there mad about it

the friction burns on shadowsan's hand and that belt are going to be nasty

the sound design on le chevre going down the line on the belt sounds like a horse screaming in minecraft

HE'S SO EFFICENT ABOUT IT ITS HILARIOUS he's like alright damn if you say so

carmen making jokes about the situation she almost died in is a trait fanfiction writers have been gnawing on for years

player guilt tripping her is so funny like girl please don't die again

red drone <3

its roundedbitch hello sir

he pronounces the "r" in "le chevre"

carmen's decision to call in the police/ACME here directly results in roundabout becoming faculty which is cool

i remember when this season dropped and everyone was making theories about roundy. long live the "he's julia's dad theory" i loved ye while i knew ye

coach brunt is EN ROUTE? she got there FAST DAMN?? canary islands to botswana is like an 8 hour flight

the siblings being overprotective i love it so much

ungh you can see the fear at just SEEING brunt she's got so much trauma about it

player continuing to try to get carm out of there and her continuing to shut him down carmen please girl

add another fursona for carmen to have. panther sheep wolf

man you can just SEE how out of it carmen is. tigress takes her down EASY

also that slam into the fence and how she just. collapses. she can't get up from it for a solid few seconds it hurts that bad and player desperately trying to know what's happening because last time he didn't check in she ended up in a ravine

tigress just waits for her to come and then takes her out with one really really effective uppercut to the jaw

she really is off her game she didn't protect the face

i adore how expressive they let her be here. it DOES hurt. it hurts BAD. and she can't do anything to prevent what tigress is about to do

the way all three of them go "OUGH" when they hit the floor

zack just sitting on tigress

carmen looks really unimpressed about that cat in the bag pun

also idk if its just carmen never expressing anything in her life or if she's just processing what the fuck just happened (and how she couldn't really do anything without collapsing in pain from something she would have bounced back from in a second at any other time and how that almost lead to what she believes would be her death at the hands of brunt) but the way she just stares at them

they CHAINED her up

tigress has gotten a cat joke from every single person she's told her codename to

i also love how tigress always corrects people on tiger vs. tigress when she responds to them. big trans energy dont fucking misgender her fursona

LITERALLY CRYING LAUGHING ITS SO FUNNY SHE JUST DOES IT TO BE AN ASSHOLE JHFSGHFKSAD

dont you know im still standing better than i ever did lookin like a true survivor feelin like a little kid

but anyway another place cs suffers from its rating. chief is the reason she's not DEAD and the script having to skirt around that with flowery language lessens the impact

oh wait a minute my bad. i take it back. he does get to say that she nearly froze to death thank god yes player go off king

looking at lettuce? the ancient greek sex symbol? julia you are so scandalous devineaux's having a dream about conspiracy theories and he accidently walked into julia's wet dream about carmen

thats a joke sjhdgjs okay getting back to what the dream is actually about i love that devineaux's perception of julia in his head is that she just shushes him and reminds him about the rules all the time

"a hat? in a corner grocery?" sir you're buying YARN in a corner grocery

look at that gay little julia devineaux's subconscious knows julia as only rule following and down bad for carmen

yeah chase is actually kind of. breaking the fourth wall a little in this dream? he's calling back to the lucky cat caper, which he was there for. but he's referencing the cat with the stamp in it, which had a coin slot in its head while the others didnt. he never saw those cats- he's heralding back to something CARMEN did. this is for the audience to connect and emulate how chase's thought process is working!

arent the canary islands on...the other side of africa?

i love how red drone flinches at the same time player does she's like a little guy she's part of the team she's real to me

we both know thats not why player

isnt the pen supposed to be the most secure method of communication ever or something

also can you imagine being shadowsan right then and realizing that. fuck. the person who carmen now owes somewhat of a debt to for saving her life and who is now an ally is the person who MURDERED CARMEN'S FATHER

"i'll be the one wearing red" okay how about directions

roundy using the birtish government liking to have control in africa as an excuse is the most realistic thing in this show

HAHA I JUST REALIZED THE QUEEN IS DEAD S3 FINALE IS GOING TO BE SOOO AWKWARD

i love how his glasses reflect green to show the change of sides its top tier classic cs color theory

chase should be able to get some sick days he does like 10 times the work of the poor old farts in there

DID I JUST HEAR A SEAGULL

CHASE'S SEAGULL SNEEZE IS SO FUNNY

he's literally so funny he could have done this call from anywhere else but im willing to bet that he completely forgot about work until he'd already rented the thing and was in it (and also had flown?? from france to the coast of africa???)

loving the smooth transition from the boat motor to the car motor

maam we have a car door for a reason you dont need to vault over the windshield

HAHAHA THE BACKUP IS FOUR COPS

the zoom on the timer as it counts down is fantastic

thats the second time zack has been knocked off the bed dskjfshfdsw

autistic zack agenda

brunt doesn't fit in the car lmfaooo

OH FUCK I FORGOT brunt didn't fly from the canary islands that's why she could get there so fast. my bad

chase is doing SO well just. a lITTLE too late

studies show that carmen will be attacked on trains 100% of the time

autistic zack agenda

what is chief sitting on im curious does she have a chair in her. hologram room or whatever

chief how scandy (im aware thats not what is usually means i think its funny though)

yeah you could see jules evvvvery dayyyyyyy

au where she enlists in acme and then gets shunted onto a treasures of knowledge timeline

man i love this part. she gets JUMPED

also how her eyes snap open as soon as she realizes brunt is there with her. she's ready to fight her, but as soon as brunt gets anywhere near her she is TERRIFIED

she flinches back, she stops struggling, all she can probably think about is last time. she doesn't go back to angry once brunt backs off a little. she's still fucking terrified. she knows she's not in the right state to fight TIGRESS- much less brunt. and brunt nearly killed her easily last time. if she decided to hurt her now, tied up and with like ten broken ribs, she'd be done for.

HERE WE GO SHITS GOING DOWN

who? its such a fucking. good question it takes her a second to realize. she's been told all her life by this woman that she's never had any family but vile, that she was abandoned. now brunt tells her that not only did she have a father but vile sent her new dad to kill him? and then he apparently stole her and brought her back and everyone lied to her for twenty years?? thats literally so fucked up she's so justified in going absolutely feral for the rest of the season

the anger in her voice as she starts to confront brunt about it and then the return of fear when brunt gets close to her again to gag her

"NO. DON'T LEAVE. NOT YET"

oh my god and then the episode closing on her writhing and screaming on the floor with her world turned upside down its so fucking good

the music btw also helps a TON its so sinister it gets your heart pumping ungh

okay i love this episode im so excited for the finale of the season!!!! how are we there already???

i cant believe zack and ivy didnt put carmen on lockdown after they checked on her and found her tied up and gagged screaming in the dark that had to suck

i wonder if there are any missing scene fics of that. them taking out the gag and the first words out of carmen's mouth are "shadowsan killed my father" can you fucking imagine what the fuck that sounds like a great read. give me fic recs if there are any like that out there

alright anyway what a top tier episode. in spirit stockholm, african ice, and deep dive are a three parter and the next episode is just the payoff to EVERYTHING im so excited. they seriously went so hard on s1 and s2 and by producing them basically together they are so fucking solid man i love it

alright- until (probably late) next week. bye yall!

#csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego weekly #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019

[gardenofhope]

WAITER WAITER 🥘🎶♟️ more lore please<3

thanks bestie >:3c

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

- lula’s a big fan of soups and stews!! she loves making them herself with veggies she grows in her garden, probably tastes much better with those than with store bought ingredients. as for luca, he’s a big fan of spicy foods [and has a higher spice tolerance than lula], so he would enjoy curry, and be the kind of mf to put an absurd amount of salsa on his tacos LMAO but as for comfort foods, they both have a big sweet tooth so just about any dessert will satisfy them.

- lula is very good about eating three meals a day, while luca tends to forget about needing to eat 😭 she gets on his case about it often, and makes sure he eats something at a reasonable time. sometimes they cook together though! a fun activity AND luca remembers to eat…

- as for the cook ability, luca would drop an energy drink or a pepper of some kind, while lula would drop a tomato/maxim tomato orrr strawberries? [all things she grows in her garden]

🎶 (Music Notes) - Do they play any instruments? What kind of leitmotif and/or battle theme would they have? Are there any songs you associate with them?

- neither of them know how to play an instrument! though maybe lula would take an interest in piano, and luca with a synthesizer…

- OHHHH I think it would be fun if they shared a leitmotif, but the instrumentation differed between them. like if lula’s version had woodwinds/strings or just a more orchestral style, and luca’s version had more electronic sounds, or was in a chiptune style. if I had any proper knowledge in music theory I would’ve definitely tried to compose something for them by now [we are ignoring the fact that I played an instrument for 11 years-]

- as for a battle theme for them, luca on his own might have something like [Bombs for Throwing at You] from portal 2 or [System Corruption] from portal stories: mel? it would sound very reminiscent of either game… as for lula, something like [Dialga’s Fight to the Finish!] from pmd time/darkness/sky or maybe [Midna’s Lament] from loz twilight princess..? for a battle theme of the two of them together, [Try, Try Again] from m&l dream team fits I think… very upbeat and could highlight the two of them working together in a battle :]c

- for songs I associate with them, [Christmas Island] by LAKE and [By Your Side.] from the omori ost makes me think of them. ANNNND [A Gash on the Cheek] by Superet!! I am very normal about that song [lying]

♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?

- both of them would be susceptible to possession, ESPECIALLY when caught in a bad mood. in their “canon” lore, neither of them have been possessed, though I’ve been thinking about the concept of one of them getting possessed by dark matter, and the other being forced to fight them >:3c bonus points if the possessed twin is winning the fight and almost deals a finishing blow, but said twin manages to muster enough willpower to stop themselves from doing so <3 I love angst

#this is… longer than expected LMAOO #you’re used to me rambling abt them though HDKDJFFN #thank you for sending an ask you know I love any excuse to talk about them :3c #kirby oc #oc lula #oc luca #ask #lieu rey

[jupiter-86]

Finished volume 2 of Stars of Chaos (Sha Po Lang) by Priest today.

Loved it!!!!!!!!

I really feel like the story has 'gotten going' like never before in this one, and I'm all in, can't wait for volume 3!!!!!!!

Rambling thoughts and spoilers for book 2 under the cut.

My favorite part of the book was probably the character development of Chang Geng. He's really come into his own.

Also I feel like I finally got to know and understand Gu Yun's character, too. Though I loved Chang Geng immediately from book 1, I was much slower to warm up to Gu Yun-- now I love him too, and it was this book that did it.

My other favorite aspect was the development of the two lead's relationship. It's evolved so much since book 1 and I'm so here for it. Though I'm kinda surprised that only Shen Yi has noticed something is up with them, I feel like by the next book other people will notice, too. Chang Geng is down bad for Gu Yun but Gu Yun is down bad for him too, he's just not conscious of it yet.

And sidenote: Chang Geng and Gu Yun teamed up are unstoppable and would be terrifying to face as an enemy. It's amazing.

Also, the plot in this book has been insane. There are so many names/factions, etc., that I do get confused sometimes and I have to check the glossary, but damn, the last few arcs in book 2 were especially epic and bloody with the attack on Great Liang. The pope being one of the bad guys is awesome too hahaha. Can't wait to see what happens next!!!!!

Also also, I kind of want the emperor to die??? But then again, I don't??? Chang Geng definitely has murder in his heart for him, though.

There is so much I can't wait to see in book 3--

especially the reveal of the wu'ergu and Gu Yun's reaction (I think he's gonna lose it when he finds out) plus the continuing effects on Chang Geng of said wu'ergu. I'm ready for more angst and honestly I kind of want to see Chang Geng explode at least once. I also really want more of his silver-tongued scheming in the palace, I love that shit. Especially if he and Gu Yun are doing the scheming together.

I also want more of them just taking care of each other-- it's one of my favorite tropes and these two already do it a lot I just want more in the next book.

And ohhhh man I love Chang Geng flirting with Gu Yun haha. There are these intensely painful and sexy scenes between them and then there are times where Chang Geng, since he no longer has to hide it from Gu Yun, just teases/flirts mostly just by being honest and it flusters Gu Yun so much, which is hilarious. And sometimes he's not even doing anything but Gu Yun looks into his eyes and becomes flustered. I see you Gu Yun!!!! Now kiss.

Anyway, great series, can't wait for more!!!!

#i'm coming off of little sleep so hopefully this is coherent #stars of chaos #sha po lang #stars of chaos book 2 #danmei #books

[andvys]

soooooooo what was the angst you were going to do?? 🫣 answer after part nine if you need

not me being addicted to heartbreak!

ohhhh you really wanna know? 👀 I will answer it under the cut, in case anyone wants to avoid some spoilers for part nine!

okay so- I think, it's pretty obvious what's coming in part nine right? smutttyyyyy time anyways, my idea was that after they sleep with each other. Eddie get's insecure again because he remembers what Steve said to him at that party (when he said that he'd be nothing but a pity fuck to her or that he isn't good enough and all that) and Eddie makes some dumb comment about it like "wasn't bad for a pity fuck" and some more stuff. She's all shocked and turns towards him and just asks "w-what?" with tears in her eyes already, she can already feel her heart breaking because he won't even look at her, poor girl literally gave him everything, she was a virgin before that so it's even more painful especially because she loves him so much.

He says some more things and without a word, she just gets up and starts putting her clothes back on and he regrets it right away because she also starts crying and he can hear her sniffles and quiet sobs. He tries to stop her from leaving and start apologizing already but she doesn't want to listen to him anymore and tries to leave but he closes the door before she can leave and he starts apologizing and he starts crying too cause he realized that he just fucked up for good-- she starts crying even more and asks "why are you doing this to me, Eddie?" she tells him that he keeps breaking her heart, that it feels like she's dying whenever he says something mean again and then she also tells him "I love you" and he doesn't say it back- not because he doesn't love her but because he is just shocked to hear her say that. She also tells him that her notebook and everything she's written was basically dedicated to him, she poured her heart out and yet, he still broke her heart even after reading all that, even after they made love to each other.

She tells him to stay away from her and he does cause he doesn't know how to fix that.

A week later, she goes to see him though because she just can't stay away from him but then she sees him with Chrissy (Chrissy is only there for the drugs, of course) but poor girl thinks that he brought her there for a different reason and she's heartbroken all over again.

She feels like he only wanted her for sex and that he never actually wanted her. She walks home crying or she's just mindlessly walking because she doesn't know where to go.

And she ends up in a trance again, she's vulnerable and hurt in that moment so it's easy for Vecna to get her. Obviously, she wouldn't die but she'd see some really traumatizing and fucked up shit.

#andy’s asks #just writing this bit made me sad #I could never write the full thing lmao

[aviangrian]

ITS THE ANON FROM EARLIER HI!!! but OHHHH my GOD???? YOU STILL HAVE SO MUCH OF THE STORY LEFT??? im actually SO scared 😭😭😭😭😭😭 soo much can happen in just 5 chapters........... and that makes me Worried. but also your quote about how part of grian opening up to scar was because of how scar let him do it in his own time and his own terms was just UGHHHHH. they make me so ill i love them. like obviously all scar wants to do is help and hes very respectful, so he respects grian being a bit secretive/mysterious abt his backstory and is very patient, and lets grian come to him when he is ready...

but i also feel like another part of scar waiting for grian to open up whenever he was ready is that it was just... Inevitable? no one has given scar ANYTHING to go off of. not even bread crumbs before his talk with grian in chapter 6... LIKE ESPECIALLY IN CHAPTER 3??? i saw a comment about how it felt like they were testing scar anout what to do with grian and honestly i?? Kinda see it??? like all scar wants to do is HELP but NO ONES THROWING HIM ANYTHING!!!! i have SO many feelings about chapter 3 its actually wild... but i can just *read* scars conflict in the chapters and its just ☹️☹️ like even after 12 weeks you would think theyd give him atleast something,,, that obviously doesnt overstep grians boundaries ofc. like i get how they arent saying anything because its grians story to tell, but i just wanna know what happens already!!!!!

i feel like there will be so much scar and grian angst during the time of these 5 chapters and im SO WORRIED. that tag of angst with a happy ending is making me SO FUCKING SCARED RNNN 😭😭😭😭😭 if something bad happens between them i will Sob... like i feel like one of those cartoon characters where the character is looking nervous and is rapidly biting their fingernails

but also holding onto the hope that scar Will eventually get p1 in one of the races during these 5 upcoming chapters. PRAYING FOR MY BOY 😭😭😭 someone give that guy a p1!!!!!! or at least a spot on the podium!!!!!

anyways i didnt even notice i started rambling again... this story just has me in an absolute chokeholddd,,, I HOPE UR DAY IS GOING GOOD THOUGH LMAOOO!!! good luck on your exams!!!!!! i hope ur semester treats you well 😢😢😢

i do have a lot left! we’re barely at the summer break so yeah, it’s going to be a long 5 chapters. keep angst with a happy ending! it’ll be okay for them. eventually ;)

ch 3 was not the kindest to scar! he’s new in a situation where so much has been established from a time before he even had a contract. texting him in that ch is a good way of putting it: while joel and others may be trusting, there’s still a level of unease going around.

scar being so patient is a big part of why grian even begins trusting him. he knew scar was going to stick around just because he’s joel’s teammate, but i think he was surprised when he felt his own walls go down. it’s why he’s so confused in ch 6. while he struggles w being vulnerable and open, scar does it so easily w him.

i love your rambling anon! i love talking about my story and i get to ramble in return lol. your asks are so sweet, thank you anon ��🫶

#thanks for the exam luck!! i have 3 this week tues wed thurs #and i do not know how this is gonna go so i appreciate it!! #ask #starboy