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sapphic-woes · 10 months

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Kingmaker - Female Eivor x Reader

A/N: I wrote this for no reason in like two hours sorry. Minors DNI

Word count: 1.2k. AO3 LINK

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"They say the Queen had someone by her side when she first took Wessex back. Someone sworn to her flesh and bone."

You look up as you sweep the palace floor. The girls loved to chatter, but you couldn't blame them. There wasn't much else maids could do to pass the time. You weren't above joining in, but this was a topic you'd never heard before.

The queen was a person of reverence. She ruled righteously and was loved by all. However, she had sworn to never marry another. No matter what man or king came to win her heart, your queen stood firm…

"...because her heart already belongs to another. Her kingmaker." One girl whispers, dusting the walls.

"Are they dead?" Another asks empathetically, frowning at the thought of the queen mourning her dead lover.

"Apparently, the witan were against their love. My father said a plot was formed against them." The girl sweeping with you mutters. You perk up at that.

"A ploy?" Your question makes the girl dusting the walls (Was it Alfwood?) turn to look at you.

"It was! My mother was in the crowd when it happened. She said the kingmaker always wore a hood, and their voice was hoarse. There, surrounded by the crowd, the witan raised their voices against a single person…

"How can you dare say you've stood with us, heathen? You are the enemy!" The head of the witan snarls, voice booming across the town square. It makes my mother jump, but the hooded figure in the midst of it all remains calm.

"Am I, Lord? The knights of Wessex know I have. I was with them from the Somerset marshes, to Edington, to all the battles that followed. Does that stand for nothing?" The hooded figure was right. My mother and everyone else knew Wessex would have fallen long ago if not for this person. So why were the witan against our savior staying?

"Yet you have tried to convert our Queen and make her worship your idols. I have seen it with my own eyes!" Another member of the witan cries, and the hooded figure pauses, as if stumped.

The crowd fills with gasps. If the Queen turned away from God, surely Wessex would fall. My mother swallows nervously, glancing at the queen.

"She's heartbroken." Is what my mother said she thought the moment she did. She said the young queen looked devastated.

The witan–

"Wait, devastated?" You interrupt much to everyone's annoyance. "Sorry, the queen is so stoic, and intimidating…I can't imagine her openly being sad…" Alfwood scoffs.

"Well of course, this was long before we were born. The queen now knows how to hide her emotions, but back then it was different. Anyways…"

The witan spewed insult after insult, and the crowd began to turn on the hooded figure–yet no one was interested in what the queen thought. Newly appointed, she had little power like she does now.

Her twisted expression of grief was clear as day. Surely, she did not want this. However, no one seemed to care, no one except…

"It's alright. We are bonded. You and I." Except for the hooded figure, who looked straight at the queen rather than anyone else.

"I do not apologize for following the faith of my lands. The gods have always guided me, and they shall continue to do so." Her words addressed to the witan cause a stir, yet somehow she remains focused on the queen, and her voice carries over all the other noise.

"You are the woman I could never be. Nor do I wish to be. But you are the only person who can lead this land. That is why I helped put you on the throne…because you are strong enough to stay, even when I'm gone." The queen's eyes shine, yet she doesn't cry.

"I have loved you. Despised you. Fought with and against you so many times over…" A light chuckle comes from the hooded figure. Their head twists up towards the queen, but my mother still can't see the entirety of the figure's face. She only catches vibrant blue eyes that gleam under the sun.

"But it was never less than an honor to serve you, my queen."

"…Then what happened? Did they die?" Alfwood shakes her head.

"No, my mother said they were exiled from Wessex and never came back…but there are rumors." All the servant girls pause, including you, and Alfwood basks in the attention as she whispers.

"Like forbidden lovers, the kingmaker sneaks into the palace at night! Once a month, under the beautiful moon, with only heaven as their witness–"

"Girls! What did I say about slacking off on the job?" The head maid yells at the top of her lungs, and your little group immediately scatters. You scurry off to sweep another hall, thinking about the story you just heard.

"How romantic…" you whisper, focusing once again on your duties.

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You arch your back with a soft groan. The head maid was so cruel, giving you extra work as punishment for gossiping on the job. Now you were off to put away the cleaning supplies, too lazy to light a candle as you walk the shadowy halls of the palace.

"...Please….the girls are already gossiping about it…getting caught will only add fuel to the fire–ah, Eivor!" Your queen's voice makes you jump. What was going on? Why did she sound like that? Who was…oh.

You peek around the corner of the hallway, hands over your mouth. Your queen is pressed against her chamber's door, flushed and moaning as a hooded figure tenderly kisses her neck. Your eyes widen, blushing as you witness such intimacy…and in public nonetheless!

"Do they? Well then, why don't we give them some new material, hm?" A rough voice teasingly murmurs, and you queen laughs breathlessly. Your queen that you admired for her cool demeanor and poised manner was…smiling. She looked free, happy…and in love.

Could it be?

The broom slips from your hand. The moment it hits the ground, blue eyes snap at you. You squeak, turning away quickly to dart down the way you came.

Blue eyes…a hoarse voice…a hooded figure…!!

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Eivor still stares at the end of the hallway, though you know she's just avoiding your gaze.

"...You're a greedy idiot." The Dane nods.

"I'm an opportunistic idiot. The child had no light with her, and she was as quiet as a mouse…" Her piercing gaze shifts back to you.

"...and I was focused on more important things." You can't help but smirk, wrapping your arms around Eivor's neck.

"That child will tell half the entire palace what she saw by tomorrow afternoon, and by night there will be about a hundred more rumors that follow." Eivor hums, lips tickling your jaw.

"My deepest apologies. How can I make it up to my queen?" You giggle as she peppers kisses across your body. Clumsily, you open the door of your chambers behind you, and the both of you stumble onto the bed.

"Then serve me, Eivor." You whisper as Eivor gently undresses you, gazing at the wetness between your legs. Her breaths are rugged, as are yours, and you reach up to caress the exile's face.

"Show me again why you're my kingmaker."

#eivor varinsdóttir #female eivor #female eivor x reader #f!eivor x reader #ac valhalla #i dunno ok

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666writingcafe · 2 months

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Sibling Bonding

Luke

I'm scared.

The look on Simeon's face...that's going to be in my nightmares, no doubt about it.

This room is only a temporary sanctuary--and not a very good one at that--but it's the best I have at the moment.

Someone knocks on the door.

"Go away!" I yell. I don't want to see Simeon right now.

"Luke, it's okay. It's just me." Oh. It's MC. The one person that can comfort me right now.

I get off the bed and sheepishly open the door, allowing them to enter. They sit down at the desk, leaving me to return to my position on the bed.

"Are you okay?" Three simple words, and yet they're enough to make me tear up. I was trying to keep my composure in the dining car, since I knew Mammon would tease me for crying.

Speaking of which, why was he picking on me? I mean, we're far from being best friends, but as we were preparing for the trip, we both were really excited about it. He even helped me pack some of my things. So, I don't understand the sudden switch.

Unless somehow merely mentioning Michael triggered something in him, and I just happened to be the closest thing he could lash out against. But that wouldn't make much sense, either; Michael's not a bad person.

"I-I'm sorry for behaving like that in the dining car." I choke up as the tears begin rolling down my face. "I k-know I embarrassed you b-back there." MC leans forward and grabs both of my hands.

"You were reacting to someone bullying you. Perhaps you could have handled that better than you did, but you're still growing. I don't expect you to have the emotional maturity of an adult, angel or otherwise." It's strange, hearing those words. Everyone else expects me to act older and tease me if I don't, and yet they talk to me like I'm a little kid.

Not MC. Not even once.

"If anything, I ought to be apologizing to you." Huh?

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong." MC smiles slightly, gently squeezing my hands.

"Not intentionally, but nevertheless I am partially to blame for Simeon's outburst." They clearly see the confused look on my face, for they add,

"When I saw Simeon start to become irritated, I grabbed his hand to try to soothe him."

"Like you are right now with me?" They nod.

"Part of my power comes from the pacts I have with the seven Avatars of Sin. The physical connection of our hands caused that power to meet up with Simeon's frustration and give it more energy. By the time we realized what was happening, the connection became too strong for us to break it ourselves. The energy had to release itself on its own."

"Kinda like a circuit."

"Exactly."

"I didn't know you could even do that!"

"Neither did I." I don't like seeing MC sad. I know that they can't be happy all the time, but I want them to experience more good than bad. They deserve it.

Besides, how can they know something they weren't taught?

MC lets go of my hands, gets up, and starts walking towards the door.

"Wait!" They stop and turn towards me.

"Yes, Luke?" I'm not even sure if I should bring this up. It's the type of thing most people would tell me I'm too young to understand before changing the subject to something more "appropriate". It's rather annoying, actually. I hate being underestimated simply because of my age. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid.

"There's something I've been wondering for a while now.

"Which is?" Well, here goes nothing.

"Why does Michael still care about Mammon and his brothers? I mean, they may have been angels once upon a time, but not anymore. They're demons now. They did something awful enough to warrant being cast out of the Celestial Realm."

MC's initial hesitation worries me. Are they finally going to dismiss me the way everyone else has?

"Relax, Luke. I'm not ignoring you. I'm just trying to figure out the best way to answer your question."

"Really?" MC nods.

"I may not be able to tell you everything, but that doesn't mean I can't give you some information. I mean, you're not a little kid anymore; you're old enough to know about certain things." An idea must have come to MC in that moment, for they walk back over to the desk and start rummaging through its drawers until they find a piece of paper and a pencil.

"Come on over, Luke," they instruct, sitting down. Once I'm standing next to them, they turn the paper horizontally and draw two dots on either side of it.

"Let's say that these dots represent the pinnacle of good and evil." MC writes the two words down underneath the dots. "Do you see all this empty space?"

"Yes."

"That represents all the different combinations of good and evil. Some things are easier to contribute to one or the other." MC draws some smaller dots around the two original dots. "But most things in life exist in this space in between. Am I making sense so far?" I nod my head, allowing them to continue.

"Now, there are many factors that make deciding if something is good or bad rather complicated. I think the one that's pertinent to your question is this one." MC writes down the word "love" on the paper. "As you've stated, the brothers were once angels. Would you say that the residents of the Celestial Realm act like one big family?"

"Yeah."

"Then it would make sense for Michael to feel that way about the brothers. It's hard to cut ties with people you hold near and dear to your heart, even if they've hurt you in some way."

"Then why cast them out of the Celestial Realm to begin with?" The question slips out of my mouth before I can stop myself. "I mean, if Michael loved them so much, then he should've just forgiven them." That prompts MC to write down the word "politics".

"Michael's kind of like the Vice President of the Celestial Realm, right?"

"I mean, I suppose so. I hadn't thought about it like that before."

"But you understand why I made that comparison, right?" MC looks at me expectantly, and I realize that they want me to actually explain why. They're quizzing me, in a way.

"Well, a Vice President has a lot of power, but they still have to answer to the President. The Vice President can't just do whatever they want." They smile at me.

"Very good. Now, obviously I wasn't there at the time, but I can guess that God issued the order to Michael to cast the brothers out to the Celestial Realm. If he failed to do so, then he would face punishment of some kind. Perhaps he'd be kicked out as well, or worse. Whatever it was, it was severe enough for him to decide it was better to follow orders than it was to push back against them."

"Even if he didn't want to see the brothers leave?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Love sometimes has to bow down to politics. It sucks, but life isn't always fair. It can be awfully cruel at times."

"Do you think the brothers hate angels? If so, then all of Michael's love is in vain. They'll never love him back." MC grabs my hands again.

"I think that deep down, they miss the Celestial Realm and the people in it. It's just that the love they may still have towards that place often gets clouded by other emotions."

Oh no. I'm going to be in so much trouble. I can't start second-guessing Michael's judgement. That's totally not okay.

"Luke, look at me." MC can sense that I'm freaking out. "Despite of what people tell you, you are allowed to question why things are the way they are. It's part of learning. Don't ever let anyone take your curiosity away from you."

"O-okay."

"If they have a problem with it, they'll have to go through me." They pause. "I will do everything in my power to protect you, Luke."

"Why?"

"Because you're part of my family." I let go of MC's hands, only to hug them seconds later.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"You're welcome." When we separate, I notice something on their hand that wasn't there before.

The Star of Generosity.

It suits them.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me luke #obey me michael #i give you a pallet cleanser in the form of wholesome content #it's necessary before the next course

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wonijinjin · 3 months

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THE WEEKND SERIES: MOTH TO A FLAME - WEN JUNHUI

author’s note: i am deeply sorry for the full angst, jun is the most selfless person ever to exist.

synopsis: they often say don’t play with fire because it will burn you, badly.

word count: 0.5k | genre: angst | pairing: jun x gn! reader | warnings: heartbreak

the masterpost of this series csn be found here.

“i am so sorry jun, i don’t think i can do this anymore.” you said with tears in your eyes. “let’s break up.” your relationship was at stake, he knew that. but he didn’t want to stop you from letting go of him if you didn’t feel anything anymore. “okay. i understand.” he smiled sadly; it almost looked like he didn’t mind it, that he didn’t have emotions towards you. however, his heart was on the verge of breaking into millions of pieces, it was extremely hard for him to keep his cool in a situation like this; he knew it was coming for a long time, you showed signs of falling for one of his friends. he couldn’t stop it; he didn’t want to stop it, how could he when he saw the heat which once burned you from the inside for him fading away? “why won’t you fight for me, junhui?” your cries were muffled by the hand you had in front of your mouth, which only teared his heart apart more. “precious, there aren’t and will never be another person who loves you more than me. but i cannot tell your heart to follow me for the rest of your life. i can see the love for someone else in your eyes, darling.” his stoic expression seemed to be resistant, staying on his face. he knew he had to be strong for you; you couldn’t go through cutting the bond between the two of you without him being the firm and decisive one. you were built like that, built like him; always considering someone else’s feelings before your own, just to make it hurt less for them. but times have changed; people change, you changed. “i cannot win a war which haven’t even started, but i’ve already lost.” you stepped closer to him, catching a glint of something magical in his eyes, perhaps love. “i can see the spark in your gaze, junhui. why aren’t you fueling it?” he let out a soft laugh. “always so observant, as usual.” he looked away for a spare moment, barely enough to comprehend before he continued. “you are the fire, i am just a moth to the flame, always following it because it is so hypotising and addictive. you are my fuel.” he slowly pulled you in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. you kissed him back with a tear stained lip, knowing this was the last one for the two of you. last kiss shared as lovers, shared as something more than just strangers or friends. he slowly let go of your waist which he held against himself for the time being. “go and make that new moth fall in love with your flame.” he was in tears by this time aswell, voice cracking a bit upon choking on the next words; his last words to you as his lover. “make it burn more than it has ever burned for me, okay?”

#wonijinjin #caratsland #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen #svt junhui #seventeen junhui #wen junhui #moon junhui #junhui x reader #junhui imagines #seventeen jun #jun svt #svt drabbles #svt scenarios #seventeen drabbles #Spotify

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gassyloves · 2 years

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Best Bros

Collin and Jace are roommates in their first year at BLANK University. Collin is openly gay and studies theatre while Jace is your stereotypical straight dude. He’s 6′4″ with curly brown hair and brown eyes- very, very dreamy. He loves to workout and play sports with his friends, can get any girl (or guy for that matter) he wants, and just overall exudes charisma and confidence. The semester is only about two weeks in, but the two guys have bonded quite well. All it took was a fart.

Collin was cooking something to eat in their shared kitchenette when Jace came home.

“Smells good. What are you cooking?”

“Just some rice and beans. Want some?”

“If you have some left after you’ve had all you want, sure!”

“I’m making plenty, so please help yourself.”

“Awesome, man, thanks!”

Jace sets his bag down and plops face down on the living room couch.

“You okay?” Collin says with a laugh.

“Yeah it’s just been a long morning.”

“Well, it’s Friday! You can chill out all you want.”

“That’s true. Hmm.”

“What?”

“I just remembered I was gonna play basketball with the boys tonight, but I honestly don’t really want to.”

“Girl’s night!”

Jace laughs. “Hell yeah, man!”

“The rice and beans are done for whenever you want it!”

“Bet.”

They both grab a bowl and fill it with food and sit down. The two talk, eat, and watch tv when Collin says,

“Ah shit!”

“What?”

“I spilt on my pants. Ugh and all my laundry is in the wash.

It’s not that big of a deal. We’re inside and it’s just us.”

“I guess. I just feel gross haha”

“Want a pair of shorts or something?”

“Sure, actually. Thank you!”

Jace smiles and goes into his room and comes back with a pair of black basketball shorts. He hands them to Collin in a ceremonial manner, with a bow.

Collin laughs and takes the shorts.

“Thanks bae.”

Jace smooches at Collin. “No problem buddy.”

Collin doesn’t usually wear athletic clothing like that, but it’s a chance for him to feel like one of his “bros”, so he takes his dirty pants off and slides the shorts on. Once they’re done eating, they put their bowls in the sink and go to the couch to watch more tv. Jace leans over to Collin and asks,

“Wait wait dude... do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

PPPPBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT

A monstrous 8 second fart fires out of Jace’s basketball short cladded ass.

“Excuse me” he said with a grin.

“That was huge oh my God”

“Eh, it was alright.”

“I am afraid of you.”

“I’m harmless.” He gives a wink. “My brother on the other hand, his farts are fucking insane. He once sat on me and farted until I passed out.”

Collin laughs. “I can’t imagine you never fought back.”

“He’s a few years older than me so I never had the chance until I was like 16. But once I got strong enough to, you bet I pinned him down and gave him a taste of what he had been giving me my whole life. Also, sorry I didn’t warn you.”

“Warn me for what?”

BBBBBBBRRR

“That.”

Suddenly, Collin feels something in his stomach. He has never been much of a farter, but he felt one coming and wanted to bond with his new friend.

“That’s okay. Because I didn’t warn you about this.” BRRBRRRRTBBT.

“DUDE! I never thought I’d hear you fart.”

“I’m usually embarrassed by it so I only do it while I’m alone.”

“That was awesome though!”

“You’re too much.”

They go back to watching.

Collin feels something again. He turns to Jace and with a grin hikes his leg up.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. BRRRRPP

“Two in a row?”

BRP. “Three.”

Jace sees what’s happening. The friendly competition is about to begin.

Jace, without losing focus, leans with his ass towards Collin.

“Hey no aimin-”

PPPPPPRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRR

“Beat that. Wait wait wait-” BBBBBBBRBRBRBRBR BRBRBRBRBR RBBRBRBR BR

“And those.”

Collin tries to push. “Fuck, I don’t have any more.”

“Cool dude, I do.” GRGBBBBFFFBBBBBRRBRTRBTRBTRBTRpppppbbttBRAP

He then lets out an exaggerated sigh.

A few moments go by without any farts, and Collin thinks it’s his time to shine. Like Jace did before, he leans with his ass toward Jace. Without realizing though, Jace was doing the same. The two dudes let out an explosive fart at the exact same time.

BBBBBBRBRBRRBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR

BRBRBRBRBBBPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRPPPPPPPPFFFFFGGBRBR

Collin’s fart lasted longer, but the guys were too amazed at the synchronicity of their gas to give it much attention.

“Dude!” Jace said as he and Collin high five.

“If only mine wasn’t longer and more powerful than yours, our souls would be like intertwined but with farts.”

“Okay showoff.” Jace says with a laugh and a punch to Collin’s arm.

“Why’d you wait so long to fart in front of me?”

“You waited to fart in front of me too, dude.”

“Well yeah because I’m self conscious. You fart loud and proud.”

“I didn’t want to gross you out before we became friends. “

They laugh.

But now that we are...

Jace turns his head to Collin and gives him a mischievous grin. He stands up in a squat and seemingly without any effort at all releases one of the biggest farts Collin has ever heard.

PPPPPPPPRRRRBRBRBRBRBBBBBBBBBAAAAABABABABPPPPERRRRRRGRBGRBGRBRGBRGBRGRBGRBGRBGRBGRBGRBRGBRGBRGBRGRBGRBRGBRG

“Holy fuck, dude. That even shocked me.”

“Yeah holy shit. Did you shit?”

“Psh. Nah bro, I’m all air.” He then swiftly pushes his ass towards Collin and lets out a cute little poot. Collin slaps Jace’s ass away and he laughs.

“Collin I have a favor to ask you.”

“What could it possibly be?”

Jace extends his pointer finger to Collin. “Pull this please.”

He does so and Jace releases another rancid fart.

“Is the contest still going on? You have a lot to catch up-”

BBUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Collin releases a huge, nasty sounding burp that ends in a cute grin.

“Oh we’re getting into another territory now. Watch this.”

Jace stands up and breathes in a big gulp of air. At the same time, he sucks in some more air through his ass, which is loud enough for Collin to hear.

“Wait, you can do this shit on command?”-

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBH

PPRRRRRBBBBBBTTBTBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBB

He lets out a massive burp and fart at the same time.

“You win.”

“I know. But it was fun getting you out of your shell.” He smiles and rustles Collin’s hair. “I’m gonna go take a nap.”

“Okay!”

Jace lets something else out, although it’s not gas.

“Hey, um, would you want to take one with me?”

“Sure! but why”

“I’m in the mood to cuddle.”

Collin stares at Jace. “Sure, why not. But can it be in my room? Yours is kind of hot.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Cool cool cool. Oh, and don’t dutch oven me or I’ll bite your dick off.”

“Oh don’t worry. I absolutely will be doing that.”

Collin rolls his eyes and Jace laughs. As they get to the bedroom door, Jace walks into the back of Collin, who immediately takes the moment to rip a nasty sounding fart on Jace’s crotch.

“Dude, I’m so sorry it just slipped out.” Collin says as he opens his door.

“Oh, it’s really on now.”

Jace goes into Collin’s room and closes the door behind him, interested to see what comes of his friendship.

#farts #male farts #malefart #dude farts #gayfartfiction #burping #farting #fart stories #gassyguys

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asmutwriter · 2 years

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A True Lady (Part 1)

This was originally a Benedict fic but I changed it to Anthony. So apologies if she seems flirty towards both of them, its likely because I missed it when I reread it to change the names.

Anthony x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4182

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, swearing, talk of sex, kissing, drunk kissing

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

It was your 19th birthday. You were helping one of your roommates get in the washing. You lived in a small house, able to afford a room but having to share with a few other people. You were helping out the girl that lived in the same room as you when a knock at the door distracted you. You saw a very well dressed man look at you “Excuse me ma’am, is Miss-” he reads the letter he has “-Smith living here?” you nod slightly

“That is me. How can I help you?” he hands you a letter.

“From your father”

“I’m sorry there must be a mistake” he shakes his head “No, you see I got told my father died years ago” he shakes his head again

“M’lady. Your father died a few days ago. This is his will” he motions his eyes at the letter “I’d recommend you read it” he clears his throat “we will come and collect you in a few days” and with that he bows and walks to his carriage. You go to speak again but get called by the other women. You quickly take the letter and place it into your corset.

“Who was that?”

“A lord of sorts I believe. I think he lost his way” you smile at her as she nods “I completely forgot, I was meant to be doing a work thing today. So I’m going to go” you excuse yourself and go to work.

It doesn’t pay much, but working in a factory defiantly gets you enough money for food on your plate. When you get there you meet with two of your friends, both on the same level of factory work as you. You pull out the will from your bodice whilst explaining what had happened. “But I thought your dad had died before you were born?”

“So did I” you open the letter and read it out loud

‘My dearly beloved family, if you are reading this I am afraid it is because I have succumbed to my illness and died. I want you all to know I love you with all my heart but I-” your eyes widen at the next line, your friends getting closer to you with anticipation “I feel like you are all like vultures and trying to get close to me. I know I was never the best father in the world, but for you all to try and get close to me as I lie dying, well it’s embarrassing for you all. So for each of you I leave a penny. Apart for my bastard child, Emily Smith, to which I leave the rest of my fortune and my entire estate. My dear, I hope my footman has managed to deliver this letter to you and I hope you are reading this. I am sorry we never met and I’m sorry you will be suddenly thrown into the limelight but as of receiving this letter you will no longer be known as Miss Emily Smith, but instead as Lady Emily Garcia. My footmen will pick you up in a few days after you receive this letter so you may have enough time to pack your belongings and make your way to your new life” You feel tears start to swell

“You’re going to be rich”

“Ooh a real lady” your friends joke with you and hug you as you stand in shock. You hear the boss call out your names. Yelling at you to either leave with no pay or get back to work. The three of you decide on the latter, you’re friend whispering to you before you separate on the work floor.

“When you become rich, don’t forget about us” you shake your head as you smile at them

“I would never forget my best friends”

A few months had passed since getting the letter. You said farewell to your home. Leaving behind the small room and your roommates behind. Thankfully you could write them letters to stay in touch but you’d only lived with them for a short while so hadn’t grown a strong bond with them. Not strong enough to bring them with you to your new life. So although you were sad in leaving them you were happy to move on with your life. You also didn’t tell them it was your father that had left a fortune as you were a bit worried they might try and steal it from you, knowing how light fingered a few of them were.

But none the less, here you were sitting at the head of your table, trying to remember which spoon was for which meal. The meal in question sat in front of you and your handmaiden awaiting eagerly for you to pick the correct utensils. You point to one of the forks and she shakes her head sadly and points to the correct fork. You grunt in annoyance “Why must I know the details of all the cutlery? No one shall see me eat anything anyway”

“It is only proper for you to know which one is which for if you go to a party, or for when you finally have a party”

“Or I could just not eat whenever that happens and drink a lot of whatever is on offer so I feel full” you smile at her to which she chuckles slightly “When am I able to throw a party?” you query

“When you have been considered part of high society. No one is aware of your father’s death apart from his family, and we are planning on keeping it that way until it gets out on its own. Or in a month or two” you nod

“Do we have any animals?” she shakes her head

“But if you would like any you would be able to afford them. Horses and dogs are always love-”

“I want chickens. Ooh and possibly some pigs!”

“Excuse me?”

“You said we could afford them...? Or did you mean we could only afford one set of animals, like a singular dog or something? Sorry, I both keep forgetting that we have money but that also think we have unlimited money” she shakes her head and laughs slightly

“No miss, when people tend to say they want animals they tend to say more... domesticated creatures like a dog, or even a cat” you nod

“But if we had more farm animals then we could sell things like eggs and milk, we could also give it to those less fortunate in order to keep our charisma up amongst the people. I’d be happy to look after them all as well, I know not everyone is happy to clean animals out or anything” she nods and smiles at you

“I think getting some animals would be a marvellous idea. We have enough money to afford paddocks for them and enough land as well” you smile as you both talk about the animals you could have and where they could be placed on your land.

This is how you met the duke. Turns out your father had close ties to him and when you mentioned animals to your servants they introduced you to him, who was happy to guide you to the best farmers around. You grew a close friendship with him, which you enjoyed. He also understood what it was like to be seen down on by some members of society so you already had that in common. You thought you knew him fully, until you met his wife. Daphne. He’d said to you a few times that he would never get married so when he came to you with his newly wed wife you were shocked. But this only lasted a few moments as you grew a friendship with her as well, welcoming her to stay with you at any time if she wanted to get away from her duchess duties, or even her wifely duties, to which she was more than happy to stay with you a few times over the course of their early marriage. Then you got word of her pregnancy which also shocked you, but you were glad your close friends were happy and in love.

This is when you got a letter from her one morning. It asked if she could possibly come to see you and get away from prying eyes when she was in the latter half of her pregnancy. You happily agreed, asking if she’d come to visit next week to which she accepted.

So when the day arrived, you heard her carriage pull up and you ran outside to great your friend. You brought her into a hug “It has been so long! I can’t believe you managed to get knocked up” she looks slightly shocked at your words, when you hear a cough from behind you. A man with dark eyes meets your gaze

“You weren’t wrong sister” you shoot a curious look at him then back at her. She places her hands on your shoulders and smile at you

“So I mentioned coming here to my mother and she said that it’d be lovely for her to come and join me, just to keep an eye. And the next thing I knew all of them had said they wanted to join” you see three young children jump out of a different carriage and run up the length of the garden to the house entrance, followed by a young lady shouting after them. You look inside the carriage Daphne had been in and saw a woman and 2 men. You bow slightly at them and then furrow your brows

“I thought you were one of eight, but I only count seven”

“Yes Colin couldn’t join us as he’s on his travels” you nod and smile at them all as they exit and look around. You link arms with your friend, and lean towards her

“I still can’t believe you got knocked up” you whisper to which she chuckles and playfully hits your arm “to be fair, with how you talked about your antics beforehand I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner”

“Emily!” you laugh at her sudden embarrassment and head inside.

It had come to dinner time and you were helping your maids serve food for you and your guests. Although you knew it is improper for the lady of the house to help you found yourself feeling to mean to let them do it on their own and it really didn’t bother you. But as you went and gathered everyone to sit down you found yourself at the head of the table, Daphne one side of you, her mother the other, the variety of siblings down the length of the table with the viscount at the other end. You all begin eating, a few minutes in the mother speaks up. “Are we not to be joined by the lord of the house?”

“Oh there is no lord” she looks confused “I’m not married” you smile at her. She nods and looks at your hand

“But your ring...?”

“Oh, I wear it to trick certain men into thinking I’m a wed woman so they don’t try and flirt with me. I actually just found it amongst some of my father’s belongings when I moved in”

“Does that not deter you from men who want to marry you” you laugh

“Men don’t want to marry me. They tend to find me strange and to independent. So I try not to attract them if I can help it” you look at the sister as she looks at you in awe

“So you don’t ever want to marry?” you shrug “isn’t that against everything in your title? And your gender?” you nod

“Yes it is. My title and my gender implies that I should get married and bare children but I’ve seen far too many women suffer greatly from pregnancy and child birth. Plus the heartbreak they often have. I think I’ll pass on it all” You smile and carry on with your meal as some of the table looks at you with amusement, the others with a slight disgust. Violet clears her throat and moves on the conversation. You see the eldest son exchange a few words with his brother but they are too far away for you to hear. At the end of the meal you go up to the eldest brother “I have a few men coming round for work purposes tomorrow and I wondered if you would like to meet them? All businessmen and lords and so on. I think it might be good from a business point of view for you” he nods

“That would be very nice, I’d like to meet them indeed” he smiles as you all part ways for the night.

The next morning you are awake early, dressed in your finest dress as you great various lords. You have them all go into a room “I will go get Lord Bridgeton for you shortly” you smile and leave the room, shutting the door behind you before placing your ears to the door. You feel a touch on your shoulder which makes you jump. You meet Benedict’s blue eyes and you cover his mouth before he goes to say something. You whisper to him “I’m eavesdropping to see what they say about me to see if they deserve tea and biscuits or not” he chuckles and places his ear next to the door with you as you both listen in on the conversation. Anthony also walks up to which you shush him as well and explain. He rolls his eyes but waits patiently as the two of you stand by the door.

“Goodness how long does it take her to bring him?”

“I mean, I’d also be straining given how big her breasts are. They must be heavy things”

“Oh yes but my god they look good on her” you hold back a slight laugh, finding it amusing how awful some men can be.

“I’d quite like to see her undressed though”

“Have you not heard the rumours? She apparently only managed to get this place because she was screwing the Lord himself”

“Goodness I bet she puts out for everyone”

“I’ve heard that she is great with her mouth”

“I guess we’ll see later wont we gentlemen”

“She won’t do anything whilst the Bridgeton’s are here, she may be great in bed but she wouldn’t want to ruin her relations with them”

“I don’t know, if she keeps giving me those sex eyes I might have to have my way with her” you move away from the door and take a deep breath. You feel both brothers’ eyes on you as you try not to cry out in annoyance. You finally lift your head up and look at the oldest one

“Shall we go in?” your voice cracks slightly. He shakes his head

“I do not wish to be near such awful people” you shrug

“That is your choice, but I cannot be put down by what men think of me” You half smile at him, but he notices it does not meet your eyes. “Don’t let on that we heard them, please?” he nods slightly and you see him look behind you at his other brother to which you turn around. “Or you?” to which he also nods. You shake your hands in a fashion to get yourself ready then flatten your dress “God sometimes I hate having tits...” you whisper under your breath as you open the door and greet your guests with a fake smile “Gentlemen, viscount Anthony Bridgeton. I shall leave you all alone to query your ideas. If you need me I will be tending to my animals” you smile and exit, shutting the door behind you. Benedict reaches out a hand towards you as a sign of comfort but you shake your head “I’m ok... thank you...” you give him a sad but genuine smile as you leave, going up to your library in hopes that some fictional world can help you forget about the real world even if only for 5 minutes.

Half an hour or so must’ve passed until you hear a knock on the door “come in” as you look up to see the eldest brother walk in.

“I thought I would come and check you were ok” you nod

“I am fine. I’m used to such words, the problems of being a women completely independent from a man I suppose” you place your book down as he steps in more and pushes the door to, but not shutting it completely. “I hope you didn’t tarnish any propositions they gave you just because of the words they said about me?” he shakes his head

“They didn’t have anything I wanted anyway. Either too expensive to invest in or not bringing in enough money for my sake” you nod as you watch him come behind your chair and angle you to look into the mirror that is in the room. He smiles at you in the reflection as he leans down to your height “I want you to be able to see that you are a kind and genuine person that is doing an amazing job at running a house. You are beautiful both inside and out and none of those men deserve you” you smile at his words and turn to face him, only mere inches away from him

“Thank you... I needed that” you smile at him and gently kiss his forehead before leaning back in your chair. He looks slightly shocked by the affection but stands up straight and coughs slightly

“I shall leave you to it, and probably see you at dinner” you nod and wave at him as he exits. You then get back to your reading.

Hours pass and it is dinner, you all sit and eat together. You come to realise that the brothers don’t seem to have told anyone about what they heard.

A couple more days pass. You had gotten close to all the Bridgeton family. The youngest being sweet and kind. Violet helping you with proper etiquette. Daphne being your good friend. Eloise and Benedict helping you broaden your horizons when it came to arts such as drawing and reading. Lastly Anthony giving you good trade offers and other tradesmen that you could work with. You’d gotten the closest with him, spending most of your time together as you talked business.

As another night falls upon your house you find yourself outside lying on the grass looking at the sky. You have had difficulty sleeping due to the stress of going to be public and attending your first ball in a weeks’ time and you found the night sky incredibly relaxing. Apparently you are not the only one either as you hear someone sit next to you. You turn your head to see Anthony looking up at the sky. You half smile and look back up. Only a few minutes pass before he breaks the silence “You know, a lady shouldn’t be out here on her own with a strange man” you chuckle slightly

“You aren’t a strange man. A man yes, strange no” he chuckles

“A stranger then” you nod

“True. I suppose I’m not one for formalities though” he nods and it is silent again. You sit up, pulling out a flask and offering it to him, to which he agrees taking a sip. You smile as you also drink from it after him

“God that is strong” he coughs slightly as you chuckle

“I’m still learning the basics of brewing it. This is the 3rd batch I’ve made” he chuckles slightly and nods, watching as you take another sip

“This may be an incredibly personal question but what did you do before you lived here?”

“You don’t know?” he shakes his head and murmurs

“No. I know you inherited this place from your father when he died but that’s all I know” you nod and look down, fiddling with the bow on the front of your nightdress

“I was born into a poor family. My mother did her best to look after me but she died when I was young. So I knew from a young age I had to make my own living. But I didn’t know how so I started stealing. Just small things. Food mainly. But I stole from this woman when I must’ve been about eleven. She caught me, but noticed I was starving so looked after me. Gave me a home and a job in a factory. I worked there for eight years until I received the letter from my father” you chuckle slightly “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bombard you with so much stuff...” he shakes his head as he watches you lie down. You offer him the drink again to which he takes a sip from.

“I wanted to know” you hear him take in a sharp breath. Not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the cold air “I would like to apologise again for those men from a few days ago”

“That wasn’t your fault in any way so no need to be sorry. I’m just sorry that you had to hear such horrific things. I promise I don’t put out as they said” he takes another sip before handing it to you

“I’m sure you don’t”

“I mean I’ve defiantly kissed people but that’s an affection thing rather than a sexual thing” he chuckles as you giggle slightly. The alcohol had definitely settled in now. You could tell that much from the way you both were acting. Although neither of you had had much of it, it was very strong so only a few sips seemed to affect you both. This is also when you remembered that you were always maybe a little too open and friendly towards people when intoxicated

“When was your first kiss then?” you shyly shrug, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

“Probably about two years ago” He nods. You see his eyes dart to look at your lips as he leans down closer to you, lying next to you so you’re only mere inches away. He looks back at your eyes as he gently strokes your cheek “Yeah. It was a night similar to this. We were drinking and I confessed that I’d never kissed anyone and he said I couldn’t live my life not having kissed anyone. So we then had a kiss. It wasn’t very long and there wasn’t any tongue or anything but it was good” you realise that whilst you were speaking he was looking at you. You couldn’t quite tell how he was feeling. Amused, excited and something else. You smile up at him as he smiles down at you. His pupils dilated from the effects of the alcohol.

“So you enjoy kissing then?” you nod and feel your cheeks go red. You feel his thumb move from your cheek to brush over your lips.

“Goodness” you feel yourself getting redder as you continue to make eye contact so you break it. You feel his finger gently move your head back to look at him again and he smiles sweetly at you. He gently strokes the other side of your cheek with his thumb

“When did you last kiss someone?”

“I-I don’t remember. Probably over a year ago”

“Do you want to change that?” you swallow deeply as your breath hitches with those words. Letting out a small nod he smiles and gets closer to you, noses barely touching. “May I?” you nod again and without hesitation he presses his lips to yours. Your wrap both your arms around his neck, one getting caught in his hair and the other in the back of his shirt. He takes it slow and as a few minutes pass he breaks the kiss, looking down at you to see how you’d react. You let out a small whine and your eyes dart back down to his lips then back to his eyes. He smirks as he kisses you once again, moving so he is between your legs, his forearm on the floor next to your head and the other placed gently in your hair. You keep kissing intensely, only breaking apart for a few seconds for air. Before you can catch your breath he’s kissing your jaw line. Letting you catch your breath before he comes back up to kiss you. You run a hand through his hair. Pulling him into you as your tongues dance around each other. After a few minutes he pulls away. Admiring your kiss swollen lips. “We should leave before a servant sees us” you nod slightly as he places a quick kiss to your lips as he sits up properly. Standing up and pulling you with him. You feel light headed from the kissing and a new sensation forming between your legs so he helps you back to your bedroom, before he makes his way to his.

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Hey, so like i said in our message can i ask a dating headcanon for Gear, Tsurugi and Kuro like how they are in a relationship, who have done the first move ? do they get jealous easily? if so how do they behave when they are jealous ect ? 🫶 (I find that there is not enough writing on Tsurugi while it deserves to be highlighted so since I found your account I think I will surely bother you with my requests for Tsurugi) sorry in advance 🥲

No apologies needed! I adore Tsurugi and am always happy to write about him. I’m still finding my Gear voice and don’t know if I’m quite getting him in character, so his section might be a bit weak! I hope you’ll enjoy anyways and thank you again for the request!

Gear

I don’t think he’s a very doting partner in the more traditional ways. He can be secretive and stand-offish, and he has trouble really letting down all of his walls and barriers. In some ways, he’ll keep his partner at arm’s length but then in other ways, he’ll be almost desperate to have them close to him. He wants the comfort they bring him, but he almost doesn’t know how to properly reciprocate and any partner he takes will have to be patient with him as he figures it out. That being said, he’ll be a protective partner and will make sure his lover is safe, healthy, and as happy as they can be, and he’ll be generous financially and as generous with his time as he can be.

Gear’s partner will have to make the first move. He needs to be sure that any affection or lust he feels for them is fully reciprocated and that they want him before he’ll let himself grow any kind of attachment towards them, because I do see him as someone who can’t handle rejection mentally or emotionally very well.

I do think Gear is the most likely out of all three of these guys to get jealous. He actually forms really strong bonds and gets attached to people strongly, though he has odd ways of showing his attachment and has probably out and outright stating it. He can get kind of possessive and likes to have his partner close to him or at least where he can see them, and he’ll often accompany his partner where they need to go for that reason. If someone does try to flirt with his partner, he’ll get really clingy but not violent. It’s just that he will get really close to his partner, almost uncomfortably so, and he will be touching them, staring at whoever is flirting with them while remaining almost scarily quiet and it puts him in a really foul, grumpy mood, even if his partner didn’t return the flirting at all.

Tsurugi

Tsurugi is a born flirt and he’s going to carry that over into any relationship he gets into. He’ll compliment his lover often, flatter them, and they’ll never feel unloved in that way, though they might sometimes wonder what he’s after, as he will sometimes use that flattery to get them to do something he wants to do or to gift him something. He can be a little bit of a user too, though he will try to give as much as he gets when he does get serious with someone. But he does want his partner to take care of him, financially and emotionally and even somewhat mentally. He’s never really had the experience of being properly taken care of, without people expecting something in return, and there is that hunger to have that that can make a relationship with him difficult in the beginning. When he does seriously get into a relationship and really trusts his partner though, he will find his own ways of giving to them in that he’ll almost become their servant, will hoarsely promise them as he wraps himself in their arms late at night when he thinks they’re asleep that he’ll be their dog for the rest of their life if they just don’t leave him. He will do anything they ask of him, anything he thinks will make them happy, but it’s coming out of a place of fear and insecurity that his partner will really have to help him deal with and cope with to have anything approaching a healthy relationship.

Tsurugi isn’t shy; he’s more than willing to be loud and out-there and, like I said, he’s a natural born flirt, so I can see him making the first move because he thinks his partner is cute. That being said, I do think that, when he does make the first move, he’s only after a surface-level relationship, nothing serious and it will scare him when he starts getting attached seriously and his partner would have to make the first moves to take their initial relationship to a deeper level.

I do think that Tsurugi gets jealous. However, it’s more that he doesn’t have the healthiest self-esteem and his jealousy will stem from worrying that he’s not being good enough for his partner to stay with him. Instead of acting out, he’ll become almost ungodly clingy, very needy, and will start showering them with affection and words and over-the-top romantic gestures, just anything he can think of to make them stay with him instead of moving on to someone that he is sure will probably treat them better…but will never love or need his partner the way he does.

Kuro

Kuro’s really not that different in a relationship than he is outside of one. He’s lazy and slovenly and he’d rather sit inside eating junk food and playing video games or reading manga…it’s just that now he wants to do it with his partner beside him. He’s not going to have this huge personality change or make all these gestures to change himself or behave differently just because he’s interested in someone and he’ll expect his partner to accept him as he is, not as who they think they can make him into. He’s still going to be lazy and he’ll still need his partner to push him into getting up and doing things. He’ll still prefer simple hanging out over huge romantic dates. And he needs his partner to be okay with that.

Honestly, it would have to be Kuro’s partner who does make the first move. He’s not really going to go to any length to do something so potentially troublesome, even if he’s pretty sure they feel the same way he does. And honestly, I could actually see the relationship more growing organically and them just falling into a relationship naturally because of the feelings between them, how they get along, and the chemistry they have rather than anyone ever having to outright make a first move or say anything.

Kuro is the least jealous out of the three of these men. He does love his partner and he does want them to stay with him. It’s just that he either trusts them or just does accept that they’re a person with free will and he can’t make them stay with him if they don’t want to.

#event ask #servamp #servamp headcanons #headcanons #kuro #sleepy ash #tsurugi kamiya #gear servamp #neugear hatiwelt

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ae-neon · 4 months

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Hi there! I've just discovered you work "The House of Mirrors" and I am loving your writing, and the idea of Nesta x Rhys. May I ask what draws you towards the Rhysta ship?

I've found it to be a really intriguing ship when looked into with insight, and it's sad to see that it's immediately dismissed as "oh Nesta will go Amarantha on Rhys, it will be another abusive relationship" etc

Sorry for not answering this ask sooner, I am on mobile 99.99% of the time and my asks always get buried for some reason. Also, my grammar and language spelling will be inconsistent, Tumblr keeps correcting my spelling to American EN

and it's sad to see that it's immediately dismissed as "oh Nesta will go Amarantha on Rhys, it will be another abusive relationship" etc

honestly not even gonna touch on this because whoever thinks that is so set on being against this pair that they've clearly deconstructed parts of their brain. No one is forcing them to ship it and they're going as far as to imply SA?? not someone to be entertained or taken seriously

so why Rhysta? hmm, I think I've posted about it somewhere, but my tagging is so terrible I wouldn't be surprised if it was lost forever

Firstly, I'm gonna be transparent in just preferring Nesta as a character to Feyre.

Feyre isn't terrible (most of the time) but she's pretty generic and inconsistent (and wildly offensive sometimes) but tbh, for the most part, I'm not anti-Feyre, just anti the way sjm uses her

Honestly, I would have preferred to read an ACOSF that centered around Feyre being HL, becoming a Valkyrie, doing the blood rite etc. than what we got in canon.

all this to say that even though I am a Nesta fan, my interest in this ship isn't rooted in hating Feyre

let's get into it

the first reasons are things that I see as tying Nesta and Rhys together so things like:

I prefer likeness in pairs as opposed to opposites. and funnily enough, 'like calls to like' is a sort of rule in the magic system. despite how I might disagree with what's given in canon, when we are first introduced to Rhysand, we're given the impression of someone who is more brains than brawn - and Nesta is characterised in the same way certain parts of the writing reflect a connection: Night and Death, both seem to have the most direct personal conflict with the KoH, both are willing to sacrifice their bodies for those they want to protect things like this are common in other characters too, but not in the same way. Feyre is also a character that sacrifices herself for other, and so is Cassian, but the latter two have a streak of selflessness to them. they would die for people they don't know. Rhysand and Nesta's brand of sacrifice is much more personal Nesta having unique mind powers, a strong connection to Illyria and it's magic and the magic in the NC (she literally makes his childhood home come to life and magic tied to the land is a trait of High Lord/Lady magic) it would have been poetic if they belonged to Feyre to show fate/the mating bond always meant for her to be with Rhys. But they belong to Nesta. Why I also just think Nesta's character and temperament are more suited to politics. She's stubborn, but she's also the type of person who listens and learns and judges people off their character rather than if they are 'on her side' Things like her being more mature and raised to thrive somewhere like the Hewn City add to this

the second reasons are reasons I dislike the canon pairings that would be either not applicable or severely lessened in rhysta

I am not a fan of Hades x Persephone (F.eysand) I despise The Taming of the Shrew (N.essian) Enemies to Lovers is only real when they can hate each other equally, a big power imbalance turns one party into a victim The power imbalance cannot be solved by making a 19 y.o with ptsd an overpowered fae with no experience or agency but, for example, if Rhys had to contend with a stubborn and somewhat uncooperative human - in a land he can't waltz around in, with a mind he can't enter and being the party that needs her help - suddenly there's a much more even playing field. Cassian is pushy and flirty in a way that involves a lot of physical intimidation and boundary crossing, that shit is not cute. in fact, in the canon Wings and Ember excerpt, Cassian crowding Nesta against the fireplace makes her think of Tomas Mandray, the man who almost assaulted her. there are ways around it like being close cause you're dancing or sparing but Nesta isn't a fighter (acosf can fuck off) and Cassian doesn't know how to dance. they're completely mismatched Feyre is naive and insecure in a way that makes her easy to manipulate. like I know a lot of people find the CoN scene sexy but it had been weeks, maybe two or three months, since she'd non-consensually been in that position for real UtM. Nesta might have been convinced to put on a show by dancing or wearing something a little provocative by her standards but that wouldnt have been something that directly mirrored a trauma of hers. I think, politically the handling of the Summer Court sets the tone for the abject failure of F.eysand as a political team. Nesta would have trusted Tarquin. She handled herself well (at the cost of her pride) at the High Lord's meeting.

im sure there's more

but again, this isnt really at the cost of Feyre being the protagonist especially of book1, there are things Feyre does that I don't think Nesta could or would. just that book2 might have had more povs or something

this also takes the approach of Rhys being a slightly different character than in canon, one more like what we were promised and one slightly more suited to Nesta

but that's literally what love interest characters are. they aren't supposed to become the centre around which the protagonist and plot now revolve

anyways,

I'm so glad you read and enjoyed House of Mirrors!!! please don't be shy to drop me another ask

#long ramble #anon ask #rhysta

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imagine piarles being best mens for the wedding of your choice (…like joris/ilies lol) all the teasing about having a wedding affair and they are like yeah…. haha…. and then spiraling over this like fools

bestie oh my god....im gonna run with this for a MOMENT because the opportunity you have given me is unparalleled. sorry this is a little long

it's a surprise to both of them that their brand managers are dating, but one that goes over relatively quickly. it makes sense, in a way? the shared life experience of all but running a formula one driver's life is pretty unique, and certainly a strong enough bond. but neither pierre nor charles had anticipated it would turn into...this. an engagement, an announcement, an actual wedding? shit, they're the same age and have found their lives together, whereas charles and pierre are so caught up in juggling the day to day of their careers that the thought of settling down feels like a death sentence, of sorts.

it's a shared feeling. they talk about it, once, after texting each other pictures of the invite they receive in the mail like wow so this is what real brand managing looks like. it's not a long conversation, really, and maybe it's a little awkward in ways that neither of them can explain away, but it feels necessary, somehow. "youre not ready, yet, are you?" you know, for the lifelong commitment. "i am married to the sport," the cliche and cringe answer, followed by a softer "i dont really know how i would know" that's a little too heavy to be touched on. which, fine. they bump shoulders sitting out on the porch. it's mutual, kind of. they'll just have to survive whatever pre-wedding chaos they'll inevitably be drawn into.

and it IS chaos. as the best man for their respective friends, pierre and charles are responsible for putting together all the pre-wedding shenanigans, and it's just...such a mess. there's a reason they're athletes and not doing management behind the scenes! they facetime every night to talk about different elements of each party they have to coordinate, and it's productive at first but then just lapses back into the usual facetime conversations: family, some half-assed sports conversations, inquiries about how the music business is going. one night pierre dozes off on their call and charles thinks it's so funny that he stays on for a whole hour just listening to pierre snore. taking screenshots of the horrible angle his camera is at. making notes of things he's not doing for some guilt tripping later. (and if he thinks about closing his eyes, too, just for a moment before he inevitably does end the call...well. who's gonna know, right?)

the first event is a family dinner--joris and ilies' families, plus their mutual circle of friends, and a few gasly/leclerc brothers that are in town. and functionally, somehow, it goes smoothly? the reservation is available on time, and the menu that pierre and charles had selected is actually decent (okay so the chef's assistant had to step in a little, whatever) and EVERYONE GETS THERE ON TIME, which may be the actual biggest miracle of them all. and dinner is nice. it is! until the conversation on The Couple™'s side turns towards pierre and charles, and goes "how did you guys not notice this!" about their relationship. and before either of them can answer--theyre drivers! they cant notice everything!--joris pipes up, laughing, and goes "they were too busy with each other to see us" with a little wiggle of his eyebrows. ilies laughs so hard he spits his wine, the mutual friend group seems to immediately understand, but pierre and charles are like "haha...what?" about both the comment and how NO ONE seems shocked. almost like they'd expected that answer. "we're drivers," charles protests after a too-long beat, and the conversation skitters on nonetheless, but they're both like....wym.

the next dinner is more formal, and revolves around planning for the real engagement dinner. pierre and charles are the focal points at this one because they're going to have to put together the whole thing (see: hire people to put it together right) and things should be right. it goes normally, no questionable commentary. they meet up at pierre's hotel room after to exchange notes.

it goes late. late enough that pierre is like "whatever, just stay here. there's space in here, and it's not like we haven't done this before." charles agrees easily, they stay up later talking, and then fall asleep at some ungodly hour with a page of notes that mostly matches and makes sense.

charles wakes up with pierre's arm hooked over his waist, loose but heavy, and the thought of whatever joke had floated around before just...resurfaces in his head. just for a moment. he rolls out from under pierre's arm and pierre wakes up, slow and lazy. if he's aware of what'd happened, he certainly isn't showing it. they agree to go ship the notes/plans out to one of their mutual friends who's got actual wedding planning experience, and then it's set!

the engagement dinner also goes pretty smoothly. it happens over summer break, and the guest list is huge, and the bar is open which means MOST of the attendees get drunk af. pierre and charles drink... enough, but aren't exactly shitfaced. yet. charles plops into the seat next to pierre as dessert and coffee rounds are going, and their thighs are all but crushed together (bc, drunk) and he leans over and goes "we make a pretty decent team, huh" right in pierre's ear. pierre laughs. "we just called the right people, you know," he answers, and turns his head to roll his eyes properly at charles except charles is RIGHT there in his face, and oh. they're very close, huh. pierre can smell the sweetness of the dirty shirleys that charles has been drinking all night, and...well.

"there you are!" ilies yells, delighted and drunk, "you are both the BEST!" and he goes and hugs them both so tight, and whatever moment had been there is gone. they're best friends, of course they make a good team.

it starts to fall off the wagon, though--the label, anyway. planning is almost entirely out of their hands, now: they're just tasked with, you know, obtaining the rings and making sure certain people are off the guest list and organizing gifting stuff. pretty low key. except there's this undercurrent between them that's starting to get harder to ignore!!! it's there in the paddock, more obvious than before, and it's there between races, and every time pierre sees ilies playing with his engagement ring and smiling to himself all pierre can think of is CHARLES. which. why! would he think of his best friend! and then justifies it as bc joris but like...that's not it and he....he knows.

the rehearsal dinner before their respective bachelor parties is where things kind of come to a head. they sit together because it's just instinct, and everyone runs through their speeches and some of them are So Sweet, and charles is a teary mess and pierre squeezes his hand like "cmon, pull it together, save it for the real thing" in fondness. charles doesn't let his hand go. they spend the night crushed together until they have to leave for their parties and then finally let each other go.

there's plenty of drinking involved. they come to the same half-formed realization, though--it feels too good to ignore, being close like that--and they literally collide in their hotel room hallway, laughing all drunk and clumsy and then, quickly, handsy. they make out in charles' bed for a while. eventually they pass out, drunk and exhausted, and tomorrow is going to suck but like. they're not gonna be alone and hungover, right? they'll have each other.

this could be the start of a FWB thing but for the sake of shutting the FUCK up on this post, let's say pierre realizes it's more than just drunken feel-good-ness watching charles cry standing on the altar behind joris, and it catches him so off guard that friends in the audience claim they could see it then and there. pierre finds charles after the wedding. charles starts to say "we did it!" but pierre stops him with a very sober, very much intended kiss.

charles blinks, slow. "oh." then, a small smile: "really?"

pierre shrugs, trying to play it cool even as his mind is going a thousand miles an hour. "we can try," he offers, and charles just scoffs at him and grabs his face and goes "you're an idiot," and then kisses him again, and.

yeah

thanks for coming to my ted talk

#me writing all this while my brother goes off about hockey across from me in the kitchen: 😐#ANYWAY. SO TRUE BABY. sorry for the chaos #piarles #10 x 16 #fic #even if it's not!#ask reply #Anonymous

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deaddovedecadence · 1 year

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Pecking order

title: The pecking order

Fandom: Obey me!

Warning(s): demoncest, threats of violence, fear

Pronouns: They/Them, You/Yours

“Enough!” Leviathan snaps and loudly too, physically pulling you away from Belphegor and Satan, who are both now staring at him like they’ve seen whatever the demon equivalent of a ghost is. Even though you aren’t happy with either of them (fighting over you like upset children, humph!) you relate to their feeling of surprise and a little bit of fear. The silence that follows Levi’s rare yell feels heavy, oppressive and you can’t help but want to run, not that you know where too but you know it has to be somewhere that none of them are.

For once Leviathan doesn't reek of anxiety or fear it rather a cold confidence, his thick snake like tail, thwacking against the ground in a sign of what you can only assume is absolute fury. You press your hand to his hand, trying to calm him down but he doesn’t seem to calm down, rather your hand on his arm starts Belphegor and Satan off, their own demonic traits showing in response to Levi’s. You don’t know how to stop this, you want to stop this and soothe them but you don’t know how to stop this, you don’t know how to fix this. The only thing you can think of is calling Mammon but he’s not here so you press at your bond with him, project as much fear need you fear into it as you can. He responds immediately, his own bond thrumming with not safe need me where are you family member hoard where is hoard. You try to tell him that you’re physically safe, send the coolness of Leviathan’s skin against your own to me and he responds with I hurry need more help? I hurry. Again you tell him that you just need him, that he needs to be here because you don’t know what you’re seeing.

The auras in the air are thick, full of a power so ancient that you don’t really have the words to explain why you feel the need to bow, to show obedience to these beings, so strong and ancient. The only thing really keeping you up right now is Leviathan’s arm strong and steady around your waste, a shushing sort of soother. For once he isn’t blushing as he touches you, so hyper focused on the way that his brothers are reacting to him. Belphegor seems calmer than Satan, his traits and aura less strong, less suffocating than anyone else’s in the room. Satan on the other hand looks angry, furious in a way that you want to run and guide from, only Leviathan’s arm is around your waist and it makes you feel safe.

“Explain to me what the fuck both of you were thinking.” Not your Levi, not your friend and fellow gamer but Leviathan, a demon made of a power so ancient that you don’t even know what it is, commands. Belphegor shifts where he’s standing, stares at you both with an anxious look on his face, probably not knowing how to handle this furious Leviathan anymore then you do. Belphegor seems to wilt the smallest bit under the anger and you don’t have a bond with him but you do know that all of the demons have one with each other. You don’t know how it works, exactly, but you do know that they can find each other anytime anywhere no matter what happens.

“I wanted them for me and Beel. I,” Belphegor seems to stop and almost struggle to get the words out, “am sorry for my disobedience,” Strangely enough, this obedience seems to please the once furious demon and he calms, just a little bit. “I know you want him, I know Belphie but good boys wait for their turn. You weren’t being very good for me.” Belphie physically flinches and you make the move to step forwards, to tell him that he is good, he is loved but a soft rumbling growl, a warning comes from Leviathan’s chest, deep enough to rumble and make the air thick with his displeasure.

There’s a new presence in here now, not as overpowering as Leviathan’s is but still a warning, still a reminder not to fuck with who ever it is. Mammon, the only one not in demon form, seemingly relaxed steps towards you and Leviathan. The demon holding you does not growl, rather he inclines his head towards the other, only looking up at the other once Mammon has gently raised Leviathan’s head up himself. “What happened Levi?” He murmurs, and there is a rare softness, a moment that feels like it shouldn’t be intruded upon. Leviathan with his tail out, with his smile something cruel, somehow looks gentle, looks calm as Mammon gently tugs you into his arms and away from the other. “I found Belphegor and Satan fighting over them,” He makes a quick gesture at you, “and they wouldn’t step down until I made them.”

Made them, you think almost hysterically is an understatement. Making them would be threats, making them would be what you two did to Mammon to get Levi’s money back. What he did, the sharp harshness of his words, the way that he seemed to pull you away like it was only breathing is different from making, it is commanding. A warm hand, mch warmer then Leviathans is what brings you back to reality. Mammon is holding you against him now, his eyes wide with a rare sort of amusement, something more cruel then his usual chaotic nature. “It’s pretty easy to forget how powerful Levi is, huh?” His voice is a whisper against your ear, soft and barely there. You nod softly, “Did I ever tell you,” Mammon continues, “that the only reason you helped Lei is because he used his abilities to cloud your judgment, to make you feel angry and envious of me?” You shake your head, that is’t how you remember it. You remember looking at Mammon, thinking ‘how could someone with so much wealth waste it so easily. If I was that wealthy I wouldn’t waste it’ and that’s where it hits you. Mammon laughs gently again. “Don’t feel bad humie,” he tells you, “there isn’t anyone who really stands a chance against him when he’s like that- well except me and Lucifer of course but that's because we trained him. Not even Diavolo is immune to our powers.”

You shiver in Mammon's arms but he doesn't seem to realize what has you all in an upset, why you’d be so creeped out at the thought of any of the demons being able to get inside your head and make you do anything that they want. You wonder, just for a second, just how much of your love for them is only real because of their abilities, but dismiss the thought as soon as it enters your head. As much as they are demons, as much as they are cruel, you know their lines and this is one of their lines (or you hope it is).

Satan’s still hissing, loud and angry enough that it seems to make everything worse. Belphie has retreated, now hiding behind Mammon like the second created can hide him from Levi’s fury. “They aren’t yours to touch yet,” Levi quite literally hisses, tongue poking out of his mouth, his eyes so green that they could be jewels. Satan actually snarls back, baring his teeth and that’s when Levi, not Levi your best friend, but the demon Leviathan moves. He has Satan’s hair in an instant, pushing him down to the ground like he’s nothing but what he is to Leviathan, like he’s pointless. The air seems to thicken with moisture, water raising up and hissing whispers starting to bounce off of the walls. “I will not have this disrespect,” Satan looks up at the other demon, his eyes glowing red with rage and yet he can not seem to escape Leviathan’s hold on his hair.

“What is this?” Lucifer’s voice, a soft and rare fury.. The water disappears, the thick moisture of the air disappears, and in its wake is Leviathan, calm as can be and Satan, still trying to escape the other’s grip. Leviathan does not look at Lucifer, rather his head stays down and he waits for the other to approach him, gliding across the floor easily.

As Mammon did before, Lucifer gently picks Leviathan’s head up, his eyes shining a brilliant blue, meeting Leviathan’s green. “Tell me what happened,” Lucifer murmurs the command, hand still on Leviathan’s chin. “I found Belphie and Satan fighting over the human, as if they forgot that they’re mine next. I stopped the fight and when Satan wouldn’t submit, I made him.” There’s that word made again, you think still panicking and yet, something about the way that the two are speaking about you, is almost irking. “Don’t I get a say in who gets me?” you snap, pushing Mammon’s hands off of you. You know that it is permission because he lets you, know that if he wants you’d be stuck where he puts you.

You stand in front of Lucifer and Leviathan, hands on your hips, trying not to be scared. “I get a choice in this.” Leviathan hums, the sound distorted and echoing across the room, “You do but you love us all and there is an order in these things.” Your snap, the idea of there being a rule book on who gets you so upsetting that your thoughts just tumble out of your mouth, “I get a choice and not everyone has to bow to Lucifer’s rules.” There’s an even softer hum, and you know that you’ve fucked up. “I see how you feel but you are wrong. My rules are for a reason and that reason is to keep our flock from descending into chaos. I will not have you thinking that you are exempt from that. Follow me.” You, with your head lowered, begging to follow him. Right as you’re about to leave the hallway, Lucifer stops and turns around. “Leviathan, you’re in charge of punishing Satan and Belphegor.” There’s a sputtering sound and a sharp yelp of pain before the hallway falls silent.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #belphie x mc #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #obey me satan #demoncest #obey me darling #x reader

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emblazons · 1 year

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hey marie <3 I've been experiencing byler doubt as of late for some strange reason?? And you're one of my favorite analysts so what would you say is like ... the moment or thing that made you actually consider Byler would be endgame?

oooh, I'm sorry to hear that! Honestly there are still some days when the weight of discourse in this fandom gives me little flairs of discomfort about the state of their relationship in S5, even though revisiting the show itself almost immediately assuages most of my fears because fuller context for me has always been most comforting? But...hmm.

I think more than anything—and these two points are really what my "favorite byler things" hinge on, more than the moments themselves—I first remember that the entire show can be subjected to the same scrutiny and level of detail as Byler (even independent of it), which helps me remember that seeing and even looking for evidence of the relationship between them isn't just me indulging my desire to ship them—it's digging into something that The Duffers and the 2000-strong ST production team put there.

Things like them reusing the track Girls on Film to parallel an idea between two scenes with Nancy, paralleling moments of depression between El and Max to show us their bond even from a distance and using set design to show a character trait about Jonathan show that the little details I pick up on for byler are intentional the same way the rest of the show is...and I'm not being unduly invested looking for them, the way a lot of byler critics claim when they say byler's are "delusional" and "reading too much into it."

Second, I remember that I am the audience for the show according to the Duffer Brothers—that they've made clear that it's people like me they're catering to, who love movies, filmmaking and indulge their nerdiest interests even when it means being "less adult" than one perhaps should be in the eyes of the people around them—on top of the fact that they have repeatedly said their story is mapped out and intentional, which means what I see on the screen and put together from "studying" it was designed that way, and isn't just a series of random choices or Finn "deciding" to make flirty eyes at Noah (lmfao).

Once I keep those to things at the fore of my mind, it's easier to accept that what I saw on screen even before I deep dived the whole show were 1) designed for me to catch and 2) intentional...which leaves me with the ability to trust that all of these things—

Mike and Will showing repeated and unprompted signs of attraction to each other mutually, while showing signs of deep emotional connection outside of just the simple bounds of friendship

Mike re-prioritizing his relationship with Will, to the point of saying he was over-invested in El, while also asking Will to be closer to him (which he kept up, all the way to the very last shot of the season)

Will's romantic feelings now being blended inherently with the painting, even though the painting could have easily been written as a platonic gesture if the duffers wanted it to be

Mlvn’s communication (verbal and nonverbal) breaking down in S4 without a single bit of promoting from the audience before it dropped, to the point where Will’s feelings are the romantic ones underpinning Mike’s perception of El & El is no longer behaving romantically forward him, even given the “I love you” that was meant to resolve the tension in their relationship

The fact that I can connect these events to several other moments across all seasons, because the concepts and relational dynamics aren’t new to S4—only the context is

—are good enough reason to believe that the story is headed toward romantic!Byler, while actively moving away from romantic!mlvn.

I think, at the end of the day, the reason why I believe in Byler is because I’m familiar with The Duffers as storytellers, have been invested in their show since S1, and Byler makes sense for the show thematically—it fits into the narrative, doesn’t require any wild jumps to recognize (neither does the end of mlvn, to be honest) and—probably most importantly—the details like color coding, where people are standing in the final shot, and even the insanity of that one way sign into the closet Mike has are just details designed to bring life to the story…not what I’m basing my understanding of the story on itself.

Basically: I believe in byler because that’s where the story is pointing, and I feel I have a solid grasp on the story and characters in several sections of the show, not just the byler one. Revisiting the show over the course of the year has only strengthened my sense of that—and even when I do doubt, it’s the show itself that reminds me why I believed it in the first place, rather than anything that goes on throughout the fandom side of things.

I don't know if that helps you, but it's what keeps my confidence steady throughout the ups and downs of fandom! And also...literally nothing confused me worse than vol ii when it dropped...and now I feel like it presented some of the most important moments for building toward romantic!byler, so. I feel pretty confident in my interpretation of the events of the show now lmao.

thanks for the ask!

and also...outside of all this: the moment that made me catch onto byler as an option fully as an "invested GA" was Will and Mike at the airport, because...that shit was crazy to watch for the first time honestly. My jaw was on the floor like "oh shit, they're really doing this?" and it just. never came back up the rest of the season LOL

#...honestly I cannot remember the last time I truly doubted byler like.#sometimes I try to play out versions of the story that don't include them coming together more readily than mlvn in S5 #and no matter how I try to play it out it never makes sense LOL #also...the themes are really what sells me on them.#everything the duffers talk through with rejecting conformity and normalcy and DND and basing love on friendship? ALL BYLER #once will was gay and in love with mike it was a wrap honestly. but...lol. people love to be loud and bully because they don't like it so #what can you do lol #asks #byler #anti mlvn

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for the event, inumaki toge (jujutsu kaisen) and you say by Lauren Daigle? (the urge to choose nanami or gojo was big, but let's give inumaki some love, lmao)

YOU SAY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: thewaterlily

Fandom(s): Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing(s): Inumaki Toge x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: You Say by Lauren Daigle

Genre: Fluff? I think?

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY FRIEND

I got the idea from an Ozpin Oneshot I found on A03 by epicmoonintensifies. I do not own this idea. However, I used my own floriography books and some websites to create the bouquets and flowers mentioned in this story.

Also, warning for descriptions of an anxiety attack.

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Entering Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College had been a mistake. You hated fighting. You weren’t even a good fighter in the first place. But you had killed a cursed spirit (really on accident) and were seen by a man with white hair and dark sunglasses. You received a letter from the school a week later, and within the next three days, you had said goodbye to your family and left home for the first time.

Meeting the other second-year students had been nerve-wracking. You were already behind in what you had to know, so you expected everyone to be unwelcoming. Especially Zen’in Maki. However, Panda had been welcoming, but Inumaki Toge was silent. Did he not like you?

It turns out he simply couldn’t speak without fear of cursing someone with his cursed technique.

I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I'm not enough

Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up

Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low?

Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know

Gojo paired you with Inumaki for a mission. It was simple, clear out a minor infestation. Plus, Gojo had said it was “bonding time with your fellow students” with a cheeky wink.

Why Inumaki would even consider ‘bonding’ with you was beyond you.

It was dark, with a slight breeze blowing as you and Inumaki searched the abandoned elementary school. Apparently, students had been going missing, and it was up to you to clear out the cursed spirits. It had been easy. Both of you completed the job without too much difficulty and, thankfully, no injuries.

“Um… Inumaki?” Your quiet voice broke the almost companionable silence between the two of you. He stopped from where he was walking slightly ahead and looked at you, an eyebrow raised. He didn’t say anything. You fiddled with your fingers. “Thank you for helping me, I really appreciate it, and I couldn’t have done it on my own.” You said before hurrying ahead and toward the car designated to take you back to your dorms.

He probably didn’t want your thanks anyway.

Ooh oh

You received the flowers two days later. They were outside your dorm, and you had frowned. Who had gifted you flowers? Surely not Gojo. He didn’t seem like the type to do that. And surely none of the other students would have the desire even to get to know you.

You were a nobody—someone who had no talent.

The yellow roses, zinnias, and pansies were tied with a teal chiffon ribbon and arranged neatly in a lovely bouquet. You pressed your nose into the petals and inhaled deeply. They smelled beautiful.

It wasn’t until you purchased a book on flowers that day that you actually realized what they mean.

Friendship.

You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

And You say I am held when I am falling short

And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours

And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)

What You say of me (I)

I believe

Your first anxiety attack at school hits you like a truck. You can’t breathe, can’t see anything but the spinning around you. The light hurts, sound hurts. Your heart is thrumming out of control, and your lungs constrict so much it hurts to inhale, much less exhale. Hot and sticky tears stream down your cheeks and the back of your throat, making you gasp for air as you try and work through the panic.

You are sat outside your dorm room. It’s locked. It’s what set off your anxiety attack in the first place. Someone sits beside you, a hand is placed on your head, and you flinch, looking to the side with swollen eyes.

It’s Inumaki, eyes filled with concern as he takes in your disheveled appearance.

“Mustard leaf?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I’m okay.” Your voice cracks. You finally have what he means when he says certain things. But he shakes his head,

“Fish flakes.” He says, and your lips tremble as his hand starts to smooth over your head, ruffling the tresses in an attempt at comfort.

The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me

In You, I find my worth. In You, I find my identity.

You receive another bouquet of flowers the next day. They’re tied together with a black velvet ribbon.

Chrysanthemum. Condolences.

Marigold. Strength.

Lily of the valley. Better days are ahead.

Mint. Consolation.

You press your face into the flowers again and wonder if this mysterious gift giver knows how much you need the message.

Ooh oh

You get hurt training six months later. It’s your turn to train with Inumaki, and you find that you’ve actually gotten better. You can hold your own against Panda (for the most part), and while Maki still scared you, you find yourself enjoying your time sparring against her.

Which is why it surprises you so much to get hurt.

Pain lances through you, and you drop to your knees. Immediately, Inumaki drops his fighting stance and is at your side, taking a look at your arm, which is already swelling up. “It’s probably broken,” you must as the trio takes you to see Ieiri Shoko.

You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

And You say I am held when I am falling short

When I don't belong, oh, You say I am Yours

And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)

What You say of me (I)

Oh, I believe

The third bouquet of flowers appears outside your dorm’s doormat later that day when your arm is in a sling and covered in a towel-wrapped bag of ice. There’s a knock at your door, and when you open it, there it is. You bring the flowers inside and go to flip open your book.

Hyacinths. Asking for forgiveness.

Bluebells. Humility.

Olive branches. Asking for peace.

“Is it him?” You wonder as you hang the bouquet upside down in your window with the other two.

Taking all I have, and now I'm laying it at Your feet

You'll have every failure, God.

You'll have every victory.

Ooh oh

You start hanging out with Inumaki more after your little accident. You go on walks, and he takes you out to cafés. Finally, he gets the courage to hold your hand one night while walking you back to your dorms.

Two days later, another bouquet.

Blush roses. Blossoming romance.

Yellow tulips. Hopeless love.

Honeysuckle. Devoted affection.

Sweet Williams. Gallantry.

It has to be him.

Please be him.

You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

You say I am held when I am falling short

When I don't belong, oh, You say I am Yours

And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)

What You say of me (I)

I believe

Ten years later, ten years after promising yourself to Inumaki, you get a final bouquet.

Red roses. True love.

Ivy. Fidelity.

Myrtle. Hope and love in marriage.

Dahlia. Commitment and eternal love.

All tied together with a white lace bow and a ring in the center.

Oh, I believe, oh

Yes, I believe, oh

What You say of me

Oh I believe

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #jjk #jjk inumaki #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #flower language #floriography #fluff #fairytailwzard 700 followers #inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fairy writes

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glorytoukraine2022 · 6 months

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character ask

For Carla 2, 13 and 14

Shuriki for 12 (i am curious) and 30

@phantom-of-the-ruckus

Carla:

2. “Snow Place Like Home” was around the first time that Carla and Victor started to intrigue me. Before that, they were just typical, power hungry villains for me. But I think it was when Ash betrayed Carla and Victor that I really started to become invested in their characters and truly consider the possibility of them being redeemed. The possibility had never occurred to me before then, but by the end of “The Magic Within”, I became genuinely intrigued by the idea of a reformed Carla.

13. Favorite relationship? That’s a tough one, especially since I don’t have a favorite fir Carla. I could go on and on for hours about how much I love Carla’s strong bond with Victor. It was because of the deep love that they both held for each other that led her and Victor to happier, healthier path and a stable future for themselves in Avalor.

Yet of course, everyone knows how much I love Carteo. Even though Carla’s main relationship in the show is with Victor, there is no denying that Carla’s relationship with Mateo also developed overtime, on screen and off. Carla mispronouncing Mateo’s name throughout the show is a metaphor for how little or much she cares about Mateo in that point in time. Whenever she would call him “Mataeto” it would show that she genuinely did not care enough about Mateo’s feelings correctly pronounce his name, despite it clearly bothering him.

That is why that brief moment between Carla and Mateo during the fight against Team Ash is so significant. Not only doesn’t Carla pronounce his name correctly, but she does so in a moment of worry and concern for him when Mateo is knocked off of Luna by Ash’s responding attack. If you look closely at Carla’s movements, facial expressions, the urgency in which she runs to him, it is clear that her feelings towards Mateo have shifted and grown in the time since her redemption. Carla cares about Mateo, and nobody can convince me otherwise.

14. Carla’s storyline is one of the most powerful storylines that I have seen in a long time. Don’t get me wrong, Elena’s is too, but reformed villains have always managed to wiggle into a place in my heart that even the heroes can’t. Carla and Victor’s story is a testament to just how powerful love is, and that biological family isn’t always a guarantee for unconditional love. It is the family that loves and stand by you that matter in life. These themes resonate deeply with my own life.

Shuriki:

12. I don’t have a sexuality headcanon for Shuriki (sorry) since I don’t think about a character’s sexuality as often as most people tend to do. Sexuality is a very sensitive issue across fandoms, and one that I usually like to stay out of when it comes to fictional characters.

Thanks for the ask and I hope you enjoyed!

EDIT @phantom-of-the-ruckus

My profuse apologies for leaving out ask 30! I don’t know how I missed it!

I wanted to capture some annoyed expressions of Shuriki. Her disguise for the Sunflower Festival is also hilarious!

#elena of avalor #eoa #carla delgado #shuriki #character asks #ask answered

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Hints and Could Be's

Stargate: Atlantis; Evan Lorne Word Count: 1013 (T)W: Being lifted against your will. Request: Yes. “I was wondering if you could do an Major Lorne imagine or Fanfic. Set in Atlantis but can have a cameo of SG1 💁🏼‍♀️ Where reader/Yn is an archeologist (like Jackson) has a PHD and they meet one day and it’s a hint of what could be, head strong like carter. Enjoys making fun of flyboys, is kinda a “hot girl” if you will 🤦🏼‍♀️ (trying a different than the shy “nerdy” girl) could of joined the Airforce but has too strong of a memory of what Generals can be like. (Has family ties to the airforce! Oh she totally likes to “bullies” McKay, he actually respects her (secretly) because she can stand up for herself and show off her knowledge. She might have a dark past?? Unsure Have fun! Thanks for looks at my request 🙋🏼‍♀️” @stargurl-battleship A/N: I am so, incredibly sorry this has take so long! Some of your request I'm kind of working into an SGA long shot and to prevent myself from (accidentally) reusing lines, I wasn't able to cover everything in the request, and I'm so sorry about that! I hope this is close to what you were looking for!

Being part of the Stargate programme was one of the best things that could have happened to you. Never once in all your years of studying, did you think you would ever get to use your degree to the extent which you currently were. Seeing the different races and cultures that participated towards the evolution of your own made your other hopes for your degree usage pale in comparison. You hadn’t realised that the stargate programme would be made up of mainly military personnel and was even more shocked to discover that most of them were Airforce and the few scientists that were in the team tended to be civilian contractors, with Major Samantha Carter seeming to be the exception to the rule. You studied under Dr Daniel Jackson for the first year or so of your career with the Stargate programme, you learned the dialects, the common and uncommon hieroglyphs, the correct pronunciation of words from Dr Jackson and Teal’c.

Eventually you joined a different SG team and would travel with a Major Evan Lorne and his team once Dr Jackson had deemed you ‘well versed’ enough to go solo. You and Lorne both got along well enough and had a similar bond to O’Neil and Jackson. You would call out Lorne for his ‘military tactics’ and he would call you out on your ‘naïve and protocol breaking ways’. When you were both made aware that you would be joining the Atlantis programme and travelling off world for an extended period of time, you made sure to grab any PDF’s you could on the language and dialects of the ancients and attempted to pack as lightly as you could. When Lorne came by your office to check in on your progress, he was highly amused and alarmed at the books piled high, the scattering of objects and the general untidiness of your normally pristine workspace. He had the greatest smirk on his face when you randomly popped your head out looking extremely disheveled, and making Lorne catch his breath without realising it.

“No, no, no, it can’t be time to leave already! I haven’t finished packing yet!” You panicked more, bouncing between different piles of books and artefacts. Lorne became more amused and continued to watch you from the doorway.

“Came on nerd, let’s go through this together, you still have a couple of hours until we actually have to leave, yet.” He put his rucksack down by the doorway and made his way into the office.

After a lot of debate and a few arguments of what’s logical to take and what’s essential to take, you and Lorne had finally managed to get a) your bag packed and b) drastically reduce the amount of bags you were trying to take through the gate with you. You both made it to the gate room just as the dialling sequence was finishing, much to Lorne’s annoyance, and bid your farewell to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

When you both arrived at the Atlantis site, it was breathtaking. You spent your first few days exploring the city, or what was open and accessible of it. You met Sheppard and his team. You found Tayla and Ronin friendly enough and learning of their cultures was fascinating. McKay was arrogant, selfish and definitely someone you made a mental note to avoid in the future. You were capable of keeping pace with McKay, but wasn’t up for the constant debate that you felt was sure to follow with being in a close proximity to him. You heard from Tayla that McKay appeared to enjoy your company and the intellectual sparring. You mentally gagged at the thought. When you were sent on your first mission with Lorne and Sheppard’s team you were excited, you made sure to keep at least 2 people between yourself and McKay and stuck close with Lorne.

When you were translating something, lost in thought and focussing on the writing and translation, Lorne would make sure that you remembered to hydrate and eat (even if it was just a snack) and when he was doing a perimeter check he would ensure that someone else from your team would take over the role of ensuring you ate and drank.

Once the survey of the planet was completed, you had packed up your equipment and was trying to grab some last pictures to study when you returned to Atlantis. Lorne made sure to watch your 6 and gently hurry you along. After about 5 minutes the patience ended and while you continued to ignore his pleas to head back to the gate, Lorne eventually huffed and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and hauling ass back to the gate. Your protests being greatly ignored. Sheppard looked incredibly amused at the sight before him, Lorne attempting to run with your legs randomly kicking in protest and your faint voice calling for 5 more minutes to go back as you had missed a few columns for researching. Tayla completed the dialling sequence as you made it to the gate and Lorne refused to put you down until you were all through the gate. You huffed and squirreled yourself away in the research lab, using the Ancients data base to try and help translate faded parts of the text.

Lorne would periodically pop in or send Doctor Beckett in with nutrients and hydration, but you were so lost in thought (and truthfully still annoyed at Lorne) that half the time your forgot to eat the ever-growing snack/fruit basket which was accumulating on your desk. On Lorne’s 8th check-in he threatened to carry you to med bay for nutrition if you didn’t sit and eat soon. “Y’know I’m tired of you airforce boys trying to threaten me with med bay.” Lorne tried to hold back a smirk and stopped himself from bringing up the fact that you should be used to it growing up with ‘flyboys’.

The light smirk you attempted to push down when speaking with Lorne stole his breath. His checking in on you, made your heart skip.

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Notes on The Dragon Reborn

I went almost straight from The Great Hunt, but never edited my notes. As I am jumping in The Shadows Rising immediately after, I felt the need to clean up my impressions if only to come back to them later.

Full spoilers for The Dragon Reborn under the cut :

Also Perrin arguing with Moiraine that Rand knows what he is doing the day after Rand accidentally caused an earthquake that hurt people and destroyed buildings.

Moiraine: states facts about Rand being both dangerous and extremely vulnerable, is straightforward about her being only here to keep him alive for the last battle

Perrin: this is your fault, you meddlesome hussy, what are you trying to do with him, stop lying, stop manipulating, just be niceee

Me: ????

Regarding this tension between Moiraine and the boys, I wish I understood better the sexist kool-aid the three boys drank, because otherwise I like their POVs and arcs, but every time they so much think about Moiraine or Aes sedai it devolves into resentful post-feminist paranoia. However, their behavior is consistent with the defiance some male students had toward female teachers in High School: they would aggressively challenge their authority, but never with male teachers, even with the ones who were notoriously lax. So it's something RJ really nailed here, even if it can be exhausting to read.

The running gag of Nynaeve having to get angry to heal people or channel is comical, but could have major unwanted implications in the show.

The EF5 really are sharing a single wandering brain cell with Elayne. They are impulsive and reckless to the point of angering Verin, of all people. I do feel this is a very strong argument in favour of Nynaeve and Egwene being ta'veren too: they have such a talent for pandemonium, all of them. The trail of chaos that Rand was leaving behind wasn't that different from Mat, Nynaeve and Egwene's path, although on a different scale.

Siuan… I swear her mind is a kink at this point: she's so sharp and commanding. I am sorry Nynaeve and Egwene, you must be straight, because I would have been on my knees in the gayest sense during the scene where Siuan recruited them against the Black Ajah. I have never been more attracted to a fictional character as I am with SIuan in those scenes.

I do understand her reasoning when it comes to hunting the Black Ajahs (and it reinforces the parallel with young Moiraine and Siuan in New Spring), but Egwene is too damn young to be dragged into this. Also, it makes me a little disappointed we're never going to see them really study as Accepted.

Absolutely obsessed with Perrin prattling in front of Faile and an innkeeper and then cursing Moiraine for not telling him enough. Amazing.

I adore her, by the way

Moiraine: is aware of the general public perception of Aes Sedai, gets repeatedly cursed at by Perrin for not being trustworthy, has Lan not trusting her anymore because of the bond

Also Moiraine: doesn't lift a finger to appear less suspicious, cryptic or uncaring

Perrin walking in on Moiraine half-naked and then having a little bit of a case of MILF panic was weird, but still not as disturbing as the entire contingent of Aes Sedai leering over Rand and the boys in early TGH.

I am at a point where I love Nynaeve so much more than Lan, to say nothing of interest. I hope it gets better because he is inextricable from my two favourite characters. And I do wish Nynaeve wasn't taking love advice from two sixteen-year-old ta'veren-struck lovebirds.

Egwene snapping at Nynaeve about her manipulating as well as Moiraine and Elayne slapping her, while Elayne has spent months with someone as blunt as Nynaeve… After New Spring and TEotW, I remember complaining about Jordan writing women as petty in a way that feels a tad sexist. With women so far, disagreement devolves too often into cattiness. Watsonian hat on, I absolutely see why this scene happens (Egwene’s trauma that gets triggered by Nynaeve’s authority, Elayne who’s been dealing with Nyn and Egwene for weeks, the Forsaken’s influence), but with a Doylist hat on, it’s merely another instance of the books being Like That™ about gender.

It's implied Moiraine did some pretty impressive sleuthing this book and it's so frustrating that we only get the aftermath. How did she know Sammael was in Illian incognito, about Be'lal in Tear? Why was Lan so afraid for her, since she wasn't going to kill Sammael anyway? Why did she have to go alone? TELL ME

The Wild Hunt after Perrin and Moiraine’s group getting balefired was such a striking scene. I hope the show keeps that scene.

Am intrigued by the geographic progress of the characters. With the Perrin and Moiraine group, it's straight-forward enough, but with Mat, Thom, Nynaeve, Egwene and Elayne, there is a lot of going somewhere to get information to go somewhere else and yeah, although it feels realistic, it's a tad confounding. Not necessarily bad, but striking enough that I wonder if it's supposed to call back to a circular progression.

Absolutely in love with the circularity of the girls, more specifically Nynaeve, being convinced they can rely on their strength in the One Power to defeat their enemies and then being obliterated the moment they face Black Ajahs because yeah, Verin was right, there's a reason they cannot use their power like that. No matter how strong, they shouldn't want to hurt people this way and Darkfriends, particularly the Black Ajahs, will always play dirty.

Jabs at Perrin and the girls aside, I believe this may be an underlying theme of the book: the belief that honesty equals knowledge, and recognition of lack of knowledge equals dishonesty. It's particularly blatant in Perrin and Moiraine's dynamic, where Moiraine keeps repeating she doesn't know, doesn't understand yet, and Perrin cannot see it as anything but duplicity, while his straightforwardness must mean he knows better. And conversely, there is a reason why the moment Nynaeve offers a magistral demonstration of knowledge - her Wisdom trade, mind you - it's immediately followed by a comparison to Aes Sedai and accusations of hypocrisy by Egwene.

It's a nice exploration of growing up too, because as I entered adulthood I expected older people to know all the answers and just give them to me. And here, Moiraine, Siuan, Thom, Verin… All of them are trapped in circumstances of their own, hindered by their lack of knowledge. The EF5 get angry at them, even when they find themselves in circumstances they can't control and flail through inexperience. Growing up and taking responsibility for your place in the world means understanding there is no universal answer and the work is never done: power, knowledge, luck - they aren't a panacea, especially when fighting against the end of the world. If you've ever felt utterly hopeless before events beyond your control - pandemic, war, climate crisis, late-stage capitalism, rise is fascism and white supremacy - it's a familiar sentiment.

From the fandom's perception of the Forsaken, I was skeptical about the Forsaken being goofy because the concept is really cool in theory. The fandom was absolutely right and the Forsaken are goofy in the best of ways. They remind me of Grand Guignol theatre, which was a famous French theatre in the first half of the XX c. specializing in gory, over-the-top and dark plays. It has become a term to refer to work of fiction that's melodramatic and horrific, often verging on ridiculous. I get a kick out of such camp characters.

By the light, the payoff for Egwene's multiple ventures in the dream world was extremely satisfying. I am taking back all my reservations about Tel'aran'rhiod. I still could do with fewer dream sequences overall.

On that, Perrin's hunt for Faile in Tel'aran'rhiod felt redundant, even if the narrative lays the groundwork. And I am not fond of Perrin, and Mat, and Lan being deadset on rescuing the women.

I say that and then Lan yet again does not do much to save Moiraine from being obliterated in battle and Moiraine does the saving when it comes to Rand. So there's that.

And, oh, Faile? Love at first sight on my end. I want her to be played by Erin Wu.

Everything in Tear filled me with Joy and not only because everyone was reminded of Siuan. Jordan is really good with worldbuilding. The Wisdom betraying the girls, the Aiel, the Black Ajahs, the Forsaken trying to trap Moiraine, Mat running around with hunters and gleemen... It's too much, but in the most enjoyable manner, like carnival or a Doctor Who finale. Parts of it are delicious slices of cloak and dagger, others pure esoteric gothic-ish nightmare.

If I had a nickel every time Moiraine shields Rand from a Forsaken and then gets obliterated before the final battle while Nynaeve and Egwene are running around and Mat is hiding, I would have two nickels, which isn’t much but it’s funny it happened twice.

So far, this book is the one I enjoyed the most. The pacing is miles better than the first two. The treatment of the different plots is much more satisfying and equal, which goes a long way to improve the rhythm. Rand is almost completely absent from this book, which is an interesting choice given what he goes through, but more on that in another post because it is a very deliberate shift in POV.

Although I still maintain the middle part is meandering, it's thoroughly jolly meandering, like the kind of adventure you could get in Alexandre Dumas' serialized novels. There is so much tension between the characters, but it's mostly compelling tension for now, coming from people being flawed and foolish and human. The final battle is again an explosion of chaos and barely adaptable to the screen as it is, but SO BLOODY ENJOYABLE. At moments the writing veers into straight-up Symbolism and Surrealism, particularly with the emphasis on dreams, and it's often messy but the result is strangely compelling. Like, if the writing stays on this level and above for the whole series, I will be more than content.

#the dragon reborn #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #the wheel of time #remblai #wot review #I have two other posts on Rand specifically and character ranking #interest in certain characters has changed in unexpected ways after this book #other meta-ish post will be on Rand and his title and the book's title and we're going straight into metadiegetic territory #Wot meta #Meta

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Dustin, for once a successful matchmaker

Summary: two years ago King Steve rejected you in front of his friends, two years later when he comes to pickup your brother Dustin can something change? (spoiler yes it can!)

Being Dustin’s sister had always been an easy task, sure he liked science and crazy projects, but other than that he was the sweetest kid ever. You never really had a lot in common, he liked science and you never really understood the logics of it preferring English and history but still the two of you have a strong bond.

That is why I never thought I would want to kill him in this instant, but here you were face to face with Steve Harrington looking at you awkwardly and asking where Dustin was.

“Dustin! There is someone here for you.”, I heard something crash and knew something just fell on the floor.

“Coming! Just wait – for god sake- wait who is it?”, another crash came and I knew that if this continued I would have to go upstairs which didn’t sound so bad if I could get away from Harrington.

“It’s Harrington! Apparently, you guys are friends or something”, I trailed of while furrowing my brows at the idea. How in the hell did that happen?

Dustin came tumbling down nearly missing a step but then stood upright with the biggest smile on his face.

“Harrington!”

“Henderson!”, the two started to laugh and the strangest thing started happening before my eyes: they were doing a weird handshake together which was a mix of lightsabers and dying.

“Woaw this is not weird at all”, both boys turned towards me, and Steve looked a bit shy suddenly and his hand went trough his hair.

“Yes, well Steve is going to bring me to the mall do you want to go or are you going to spend your day in the house rewatching the breakfast club for the thousand time?”, Dustin looked at me with a big mischievous grin.

“No thank you I am good here watching tv and enjoying myself without you screaming in your radio and hearing Suzie calling you Dusty bun!”, Dustin’s face went beet red, and Steve started to laugh a bit.

“Dusty bun?”, Dustin slapped Steve’s arm and went even redder in the face.

“Well, I am going back inside have fun and Dustin be careful!”, my brother gave me a big smile and started going to the car, but Steve stayed at the door.

“Are you going to get into your car Harrington because I am going back inside and my mother always says it is rude to close the door in someones face”, I said sarcastically but the boy seemed nervous.

“I just – you know”, he seemed nervous, and I didn’t like where this was going.

“I wanted to apologies for the way I acted two years ago when you came to me, I was an asshole, and you don’t deserve that.”

I felt the air leave my lungs at his words and memories of that day, that I try to forget, suddenly came back to me. I had a thing for Steve since the first time I saw him in high school, he was a year above me, but I fell instantly. Two years ago, my friends had enough of me silently pining over him and told me to tell him how I felt. That day at lunch I went to his table and tried to speak to him alone, but Tommy didn’t want that, so I confessed my feelings for Steve in front of everyone.

“Wait you are serious? Hahaha Stevie boy you got a little girl that is in love with you”, Steve looked embarrassed at Tommy’s words, and I felt tears welling up.

“Look, I am flattered but you really aren’t my type so, sorry but it’s never going to happen.”

I would always remember Steve’s face; it wasn’t an apologetic face but rather pity. I had just the time to leave the cafeteria and hear the laughter coming from that table before the tears fell. Since that day I avoided anything to do with him so imagine my surprise when he was at my door to pick up my brother and to apparently ‘apologizing’.

“Yeah, well you were an asshole back then, and you can’t change what you did but thanks I think.”, Steve seemed to try and read my face, but it was blank.

“I know but I have realized how nasty I was with a lot of people and I’m trying to do better, so I thought that you deserved an apology.”, I nodded softly and whispered a thanks.

“Steeeve are you coming instead of flirting with my sister?”, both of us went red in the cheeks at the words of my idiot brother.

“Dustin!”, the boy seemed to find it funny because he sends me a wink. A wink!

“Well, I better get going otherwise he will start to cry”, I laughed a bit at that, and Steve smiled a bit more at that

“You should better go before he screams again!”, Steve nodded and started to leave before turning back to me.

“Thank you for hearing me out and maybe we can get to know each other better? You know to show you I am not an asshole anymore.”, I probably looked like a fish out of water but tried to form a normal phrase.

“We can see, maybe we can do something with Dustin!”, Steve looked a bit disappointed when I said that but agreed.

As the two boys left the house, I felt my hands shaking probably from the emotions running through me at this moment of seeing Steve at my door after all these years.

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It has been a month since that day and the three of us have been hanging out, sometimes it was extremely awkward but luckily Dustin was always there the lighten up the mood. Today we are supposed to go bowling and Steve is picking us up. I do have to say he really has changed but in a good way, the way he treats my brother and the way he can always make us all laugh no matter the situation.

I hear a honk outside and knew that Steve was here.

“Dustin! Steve is here, are you coming?”, I went inside of Dustin’s room and saw him lying on his bed with the blinds down.

“Hey buddy, what is going on?”, Dustin looked at me before closing his eyes again.

“I think I have a cold! I can’t come with you”, as I try to reach for him to check if he has a fever, he rolls on the other side of his bed nearly falling off.

“Don’t touch me otherwise you will get infected!”, I frowned at that, this morning he looked perfectly fine.

“But you were fine this morning, what happened?”

“It probably came later, after breakfast I mean, it happens - incubation and such things”, I shook my head and let my handbag fall on the ground.

“I’ll stay with you, so someone can take care of you”, Dustin looked at me with big eyes

“No!”, I looked at him in shock at his outburst. “I mean Steve probably already made a reservation and I don’t want you to miss on bowling!”, he was acting weird, but I didn’t have time to investigate longer as Steve was waiting downstairs.

“Are you sure? I mean it was supposed to be us three”, Dustin looked at me with a relieved smile.

“No worries I am fine, when I am better, we can all go!”

I looked at him with a suspicious look, but he just gave me a big smile. As I opened the door Steve was out of his car and seemed ready to knock.

“Thank god! I thought something happened in there!”, I laughed softly at that, and Steve smiled back

"Sorry, Dustin is apparently sick, so I was trying to see what was happening.”, Steve looked worried at my words.

“Oh no, is he okay? Do we have to cancel bowling?”, I smiled at his concern, these two really grew a great friendship.

“Yeah, he is fine, said that we should go bowling just the two of us so that your reservation doesn’t go to waste”, Steve went a bit red at my words and muttered something under his breath while combing a hand through his hair.

“What were you saying?”

“Nothing! Just that Dustin is right we should probably enjoy going bowling!”, his voice seemed to be a bit pitchy, but I went along with it and got into his car.

The silence in the car from the house to the bowling alley was awkward since we always had Dustin to talk our ears of. Steve seemed nervous with the way he was tapping the steering wheel.

As we arrived at the bowling alley and got our shoes Steve seemed to have taken a bit of confidence.

“So, should I be worried of your bowling skills or not?”, I laughed at that, and he looked at me surprised.

“I am really bad at bowling, Dustin is the one with a talent for bowling!”, Steve seemed surprised at that.

“Well, I can always teach you a trick or two?”, as I looked at him in shock, he seemed shy, and he had a nervous smile.

“Sure, if that is not a problem for you?”

“No absolutely not!”, both Steve and I were surprised at his words and then laughed a bit.

If someone had told me that I would be playing bowling with Steve Harrington two years ago I would have laughed and told them to see a doctor but know as he tries to explain me how to play bowling like a pro while goofing off, I can really see how much he improved from that boy two years ago.

After nearly losing a bowling ball to another alley and nearly falling on the ground from laughing at a someone who made their whole milkshake fall on the ground and another one who fell over it, we were getting ready to leave.

“I really enjoyed this, thank you for your lesson’s professor, Harrington!” I pretended to bow, and Steve laughed.

“Well, it was my pleasure, I am happy that we could spend this time together.”, the both of us were looking at each other with goofy smiles.

“To think that, Dustin. Is at home with a cold now, he would have really enjoyed seeing me lose that bowling ball on the alley next to us!”, Steve laughed but stopped in his steps, it seemed he was nervous.

“You do know that he isn’t sick right? He is definitely faking it”, I looked at Steve confused, sure I had my doubts, but Dustin has never lied to my face before.

“Why would he fake it? I mean he loves bowling!”, Steve looked at his shoes before letting out a sigh and looking at me straight in the eyes.

“Maybe because I told him I have a crush on his sister and that he wanted us to have some time together so that I could try and impress you.”, I didn’t have anything to say, there were so many things running through my head that I didn’t know what to say.

I guess that my first thought was denial and thinking that this wasn’t real and just a joke.

“No, you – you cannot be serious right now”, Steve looked hurt at that and tried to come closer to me, but I took a step back.

“I mean two years ago”

“I was an idiot who couldn’t see how amazing you are”, I tried stopping him, but Steve continued.

“Since the last month I have been nonstop thinking about you, asking myself which flower you likes, what your favorite movie is, how it would be to kiss you”, I blushed at his last words and let him get closer to me.

“What I am trying to say, and probably failing, is that I like you and I was an idiot back then, but I know now that you are someone I want to get to know better and to be with you every day doing absolutely nothing but being together or being with Dustin or playing bowling!”, I let out a wet laugh at that and Steve smiled softly.

“I want to go on dates with you and discover the world with you, so please give me a chance to prove that I can be the best boyfriend ever.”, he had a hopeful look in his eyes and as much as my head was telling me to be careful, as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, I knew that he would never break my heart again.

I gently lifted my hand to his hair and pushed back a strand of it that was in his eyes, and he closed his eyes at the touch.

“I would love to go out with you again Steve Harrington!”, Steve exhaled and started spinning me around while I was laughing hard and when he put me down again, he just looked at me with his hands holding my cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”, the moment I nodded he kissed me softly and, in that moment, I knew I made the right choice.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic

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