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ataraxiaspainting · 5 months

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There is an Uproar.

Yan Gojo x F Reader.

Synopsis: Satoru thinks you simply haven’t come around yet.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, threats of kidnapping, delusional Gojo, and manipulation.

Word Count: 3.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Six Forty Seven by Instupendo

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Choke - Acoustic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Feeling Good by Micheal Bublé

Claus by Los Tres

Bleed Magic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

This Could Be Us by Rae Sremmurd

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

“You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.” – Nenia Campbell, Fearscape

*~*~*~*

Satoru came to your door with gifts again; mochi, bubble tea, bouquets of roses, keychains, jewelry, books… everything you could ever ask for he either had in his hands or would quickly get for you by whatever means necessary.

It’s a shame really that you refuse to show your true feelings for him, especially after all he has done to make you happy. But he can be patient when he wants to be, and so with a not-yet-broken heart, at least fifteen gift bags wrapped around both his clenched hands, and a chuckle he rings your doorbell twice. He could hear some shuffling from inside and a shout of coming.

The voice was high-pitched and cheery from the sound of it. His eyes lit up then as he smiled widely. But as soon as the door opened, his smile slightly faltered as his gaze met eyes he had never seen before.

The woman in front of him was not you. What was she doing in your apartment?

His first thought was to assume she was an intruder, someone who broke into your home, stole your belongings and money, hid you in a closet or under cement, and is pretending to be you for the time being. Well, he can’t be fooled so easily if that was the case. But he then chose to let the woman speak before coming to conclusions. Though she was wearing your cute Hello Kitty hoodie and utterly adorable My Melody headband and had one of your pore strips on her nose. She obviously knew you in some way, and so he in turn needed to know her.

The woman waved at him and slowly looked down from his face to the many presents in his hands. Her head turned then, a huh accidentally coming from her lips.

“Hello miss,” Satoru tries his best to be polite and not have any bias towards her, but it is indeed hard to do so. It is hard to not have any bias and not entertain the idea of snapping her neck, because he does not know her and she is not you. He does not recognize her from any of your friend groups, and it took everything in him to not sneer and glare at her and demand to know where you were.

“Hey,” She seems to try her best to be polite too, trying to hide her confusion behind a small smile. “Can I help you?”

Satoru nods, trying to put on an eager and friendly front. He then gestures towards the gifts in his hands and chuckles. He fakes almost dropping one for dramatic effect. It seemed like it worked because the woman gasped and then sighed in relief as Satoru caught it in time before it could fall on the floor.

“I am looking for [First], I thought she would be here.” The stranger nods, her smile becoming more prominent. As a result, his own became more prominent too, though his was fake. “I’m her boyfriend. Wanted to surprise her, you know?”

He is technically not lying. He’s right if anything. Once you stop playing hard to get and fall into his arms, he’ll officially be known as such. He’s right, if only you stopped pretending to be so disinterested.

“Ah, I see!” The woman answers, her eyes inviting and curious. He sighs, faking a small sob and groan. She looked concerned then.

“If only she was here, I always love seeing her smile!” He closes his eyes, trying his best to look sadder than a kicked puppy. “I suppose she’s not here right now…”

With how the girl steps to the side, her hand gesturing towards the apartment hallway, Satoru knows that his plan worked.

*~*~*~*

“I’m Eve, her roommate, nice to meet you!”

“The same to you.”

“So how long have you two been together?”

“A long time, we’ve been together since our high school days!”

“She sure is lucky to have such a devoted boyfriend, huh?”

He laughs at the compliment, his back crouched a bit downward at an angle so he could be more comfortable walking about. Eve chuckles at his casualness.

“You sure got her a lot,” Her tone is sweet, another piece of proof to reassure Satoru that she trusts him fully. Until you eventually show up from wherever you have gone and start spewing lies, she will continue to be that way. You seem to not have good taste in roommates, it seems because Eve is far too naive for your safety. “Like a lot. Do you come here often? I just moved in so…”

Satoru doesn’t pay attention to her questions as he fantasizes about the day when you move into his place and you sleep next to him and wake him up with good morning kisses. A beautiful ring will adorn your finger one day, and you will enthusiastically anticipate his arrival from work while adorning the makeup he favors and styling your hair to his liking.

It was a small, cramped apartment, one definitely not worth how much money you rent it for. “I never get tired of how cute [First] makes this place. With both her presence and how she decorates everything. She has good taste.” He goes into the kitchen area, still having his arms hooked by the strings of the many gift bags, and looks around at the scented candles, dried flowers, and baked cookies on the table. “[First] made these, right?”

“Yeah,” Eve really is stupid, isn’t she? If he were a burglar she would be dead on the spot. How could she possibly protect you from any danger? He would obviously be a better housemate than her.

Satoru leans towards the kitchen table and snatches a cookie from the cooled baking sheet, biting into it and chewing loudly.

“Delicious, right?” Eve asks, giggling. She does not seem scared at all and seems to have no boundaries whatsoever.

He agrees, quickly devouring the entire confection and licking his fingers clean. “She’s always been a good baker. There’s a good recipe she knows for pie too. Maybe I’ll ask her to make it for me sometime…” He hums as he sets all the gifts down on the back coffee table. “She sure is a catch, wouldn’t you say? Her baking is one of the reasons I was so attracted to her in the first place.”

Your roommate nods. Satoru considers taking his leave now, but he has never been in your apartment during the day before.

He may as well stay a while. It will be fun, he tells himself.

So, he walks into the living room and starts reading the titles of books on the shelving next to your writing desk. A lot of horror and romance books from the looks of it. Classic little you.

He then looks over to your computer.

“So sweet, like a cupcake,” He touches the top of the laptop, his fingertips tracing the many rainbow stickers that cover it. You really are just the best, aren’t you?

Before he could open it though, he could hear keys jingling. You’re here.

“I’m back–” As if you were a sort of lightbulb running out of power, your cheerfulness declines smoothly and steadily, being quickly replaced by a cute sneer.

Satoru lets out a loud laugh. He adjusts his stance, placing a hand on his waist.

“Ah, [First], honey! Welcome back, I brought you some gifts!”

Instead of responding, you turn to Eve, your scowl turning into a simple frown. Advancing swiftly, you approach her, closing the distance with eyebrows ascending in sudden understanding. Eve, on the other hand, responds by tilting her head to the side, resembling a perplexed canine, in clear bewilderment of your abrupt outburst.

Gently, you grasp her hands within your own.

“Eve, I forgot to tell you something important.” You point at Satoru with a shaky finger. He simply chuckles in response, amused with how quick you are to hide your excitement. “Whatever you do, don’t let him in.”

Eve lets out a sound of surprise. “Huh, what, why?”

Your gaze meets Satoru’s and you look like you could hardly breathe.

“He is a stalker; he is always lying to people and saying that we are dating and are head over heels in love, but don’t believe him one bit.”

His eyes dart across the room as he loses eye contact with you and Eve. All the while, as his head darts from side to side, he pouts, puffs up his cheeks childishly, and leans back slightly against the wall, not too oblivious but subtle to his amusement. His face is a mask of innocence and confusion, trying to appear like he is not aware of what is going on–when he is very much aware of it and is silently enjoying it.

He loudly sighs and rolls his eyes, his hands sliding to his face as he brings them up to cover his sunglasses and mouth. He is trying to hide a smile, the act of which is just too much for his face to handle. He keeps shaking his head in dramatic disbelief and he turns to the side to lean against the wall harder as he puts his head down, shaking his head in exaggerated betrayal.

Satoru tries his best to not laugh again, it would ruin his marvelous performance.

He is the most captivating person in this room, you and Eve must be hung up on his every action and word, you two cannot look past his incredible acting.

Nobody is capable of acting to the degree that he is, his performances are legendary and his acting skills are unparalleled.

He is simply the best there is and ever will be. If there were a competition in this room to win an Oscar for best acting, he is certain that he would be taking that home. There is nothing on God’s green earth that can get in the way of him delivering these lines and excellent movements. He is so talented and so experienced, who could ever deny his skills?

“Gojo,” You say coldly. “Get out.”

He expects you to see the gifts, how heartbroken he is, and finally admit that you are just as much in love with him as he is with you. Instead, he could swear for a moment that he could hear crickets, before realizing that it is the wick of the candle on your kitchen table burning. As he surveys you and Eve he notices that he is getting no reaction.

“Babe.” When you don’t respond to the nickname, he snuffs a huff. “Stop pretending, okay?”

He thought that he was killing that acting.

He can’t believe that no one is buying his performance. He’s got the attitude, he’s got the swagger, he’s got it all, but neither of you are falling for it. This is just insulting. He knows he’s great, he knows he is delivering the performance of his life but for some reason, neither you nor Eve can see it! He is in absolute shock.

So, Satoru walks up to you and grabs your face.

He looks at Eve and she doesn’t look at him, she looks at you. That is fine, as long as he can still talk to her and you everything will be alright in the long run. Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself.

“Eve, can [First] and I have a few minutes alone?” Her eyes race to every corner of the room and slowly but surely make their way to the gold coins in his free hand. Multiple emotions spread across her face; confusion, greed… consideration. “It will only be for a sec, okay?”

With a measured pace, Eve approaches his outstretched palm, her eyes fixated on the glistening gold. Her gaze mirrors that of a ravenous crow or a parched man deprived of water for days, or sustenance for weeks. Quivering hands accept the money, and in silence, she retreats to her room, closing the door behind her.

“Come on, drop the funny games,” Instead of directing your gaze towards him, your eyes fixate on the entrance of Eve's bedroom. The door is adorned with a vibrant pink poster of a popular musician, adorned with splashes of colorful paint. Inwardly, he reassures himself that this situation is acceptable. After all, the two of you are now in a private and secluded space.

There is no longer anyone to hinder you from expressing your genuine emotions towards him. Surely you will finally admit them. Then you will eventually move to his place and stay there, happy and loving towards him at long last. All in due time, because Satoru can be patient when he wants to be.

“Get the fuck out. You sick–”

But now he does not want to be patient. He just wants to hear those words leave your pretty lips.

“Ah, ah, ah, watch your language, sweetie.” He interrupts you, placing a finger on your mouth.

The mere expression on his countenance carries ample weight to silence your profanity-laden tirade.

He only perceives the captivating, extraordinary, flawless woman whom he is obligated to assist. You possess an excessive amount of independence - too unbound, unwilling to embrace his assistance, his presents, his finances - there exists a rationale why partners watch out for one another. Are you not aware of that?

“That’s better.” He smiles and you start faking a shiver. “You really can listen when I finally put my foot down, huh? You can be stubborn with other people, you know, just not with me.”

He possesses strength - you lack it. You are so small compared to him.

He possesses a keen understanding of the streets, while you lack that astuteness. The dress you have chosen to wear is excessively revealing.

“Now, now, don’t cry. Shh, shh, shh. It was the only way I could see you, with how much you love to play hard to get.”

One can only imagine the number of individuals whom you captivated during the brief period you ventured outside today.

He possesses intelligence, while you lack it. You may believe otherwise, and you indeed excel in certain areas, such as your meticulousness in personal hygiene, which he acknowledges with humility, and your skill in baking, as well as your expertise in creating a cozy and plush bed. However, numerous matters elude your knowledge, such as selecting the right candidate in the upcoming election, performing a tire replacement, or operating a debit card. He is strong, while you are not. He is drawn to you for not being - captivated by your feminine allure; the way your body gently curves, your delicate touch, the fragrance that surrounds you, the melodic tone of your voice, and above all, your complete vulnerability when confronted with danger.

“Now, open your gifts. I did carry them all the way here after all.”

When you finally surrender, he will assume control over every decision you make.

From selecting your attire to choosing items at the grocery store, he will dictate how you interact with other men and even how you smile. He believes you are incapable of handling even the simplest tasks. Additionally, he takes pleasure in instructing you on matters you are expected to be ignorant about. It's quite endearing, isn't it?

He views you as his possession and will never, under any circumstances, let you slip away.

At his place, he has so many pretty outfits for you to choose from. A lot of aprons and cute dresses. All the while he downs a beer or seven with his friends and jokes about how nice you look cleaning. You'll listen to him rant about anything that comes into his mind, taking it all with a smile. It is not unusual for him to lay awake at night imagining what life would be like with you as his wife. First, he needs to show you your position as his wife and get rid of this misguided sense of independence you seem to be clinging to. What a dumb girl you are. It was meant to be, wasn't it? You are meant to be his girlfriend and eventually his wife, and you will by any means Satoru has to take.

He does not care what he has to do as long as the result is you finally giving in and loving your place in his arms. It is what you were made for. It is what he was made for.

So pretty. So stupid.

“Now, now. Stop crying, you’ll only ruin your makeup.”

*~*~*~*

On that particular evening, Satoru once again paid a visit to your apartment. However, instead of observing from a distance, he ventured further into the room and settled beside you as you lay in bed, rousing you from your slumber. The bed groaned as it shifted under his weight, and he swiftly covered your mouth to prevent any outcry.

Without hesitation, he gently hushed you, his other hand tracing the contours of your cheek and collarbone with his lengthy fingers. As he did so, he rhythmically caressed your neck, humming a tune that only he knew. In response, tears welled up in your eyes, but he promptly brushed them away. His initial hand soon abandoned its position on your mouth, ascending to tenderly stroke your hair.

"Don’t touch me," You rasped, observing how the moonlight cast an ethereal glow on his body and hair while obscuring his face in darkness.

He simply shushed you again and you could hear him breathing deeply through his nose and mouth.

He sat on his knees beside you. You could hear murmurs from him about how pretty you were, and you didn't know whether he was telling you or telling himself. Your hands clench the sheets in fistfuls. You let out a whimper. You close your eyes and grit your teeth, hoping this is just another bad dream.

He keeps murmuring fantasies. You don't open your eyes. You breathe through your mouth because you can smell his cologne with your nose. It is so strong, suffocating.

You eventually open them when the anxiety is too much, and you stare at him, wide-eyed, at the ceiling above his shoulders and head, at your cute vanity and glittering gold and silver jewelry and pastel clothes. Was that why he liked you so much because you were feminine and utterly defenseless in the face of a real threat? You think of an escape plan, of running to the bathroom grabbing your razor, and screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Such a beauty you are,” He whispered in your ear, his voice still so sticky. “So cute. A doll that only belongs to me. All that’s left is for you to finally accept because I know you want to, don’t you?”

You can’t stop him.

As the silence lingers, you find yourself yielding to the role of his girlfriend. Tear stains dot your pillow and mattress, remnants of your emotional turmoil. Satoru's praises now echo within you, as you surrender to his caresses. Your gaze shifts towards the window, where a few distant stars twinkle in the sky, veiled by a cloud that drapes the crescent moon like a bridal veil.

“So good. I just knew I wouldn’t have to take more… drastic measures.”

He snaps a picture on his phone for later.

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jeannineee · 7 months

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Resolve

Azriel x Reader

a/n: I feel like when it comes to angst, I often write reader as having conviction. But this time I wanted to try writing reader as a bit of a pushover. (Bc who am I if not a pushover, unfortunately.)

warnings: ANGST from hell itself 💙 allusions to cheating, Azriel is brainless, reader is lowkey spineless

“Did you ever love me?”

The question was quiet; weak. You hated yourself for asking it. You already knew the answer. Azriel’s lack of response only confirmed it.

You swallowed thickly. Once. Twice. You wouldn’t cry in front of him. To his unspoken answer, you questioned further, “Why are you here?”

Azriel took a step forward, wincing as you stepped back. “Rhys said you’re leaving Velaris.”

“There’s nothing left for me here.”

A lie. Azriel’s family had become your family. But you couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him at every dinner, every holiday. Especially not in the company of another woman.

Azriel stared at you, his expression unreadable. Always hiding, always shielding himself. Impenetrable walls he’d never let down.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you asked again, “Why are you here?”

“I’ve missed you.”

I’ve missed you.

“Get out,” you croaked, fighting off the tears that threatened to spill. The longer he stared, the more your heart ached, the more you yearned to throw yourself into his arms; to bestow him with forgiveness he didn’t deserve.

“I’ve missed you,” he repeated, taking another tentative step closer. “And I’m sorry.”

You sniffled, refusing to meet his gaze as you wiped at your eyes. “Sorry for what? For not loving me enough? For having your eyes on Elain for the last few months of our relationship and being too much of a coward to admit it?”

“I am a coward,” Azriel said, shame lining his features. “I’m a coward, and a fool for not seeing what I had with you.” Azriel loosed a shaky breath. “Please, just—“

Please. You’d never heard that word uttered from his lips.

You finally met his eyes, met the tiredness in them that mirrored your own. “I don’t want to hear it. Just get out.”

You could’ve sworn his eyes were shining with tears as Azriel whispered, “Please don’t leave. Stay.”

“That’s not fair of you to ask me.”

“I know,” Azriel took was close enough now to take your hands in his, and despite the roaring in your head, you didn’t pull away. He said, “I know. But I need you to stay. Please, stay.”

You willed away the trembling of your hands, the quiver of your lips, the shakiness of your voice. Your next words were another lie, but you said them anyway.

“I wish I’d never met you.”

Azriel’s throat bobbed. “You don’t believe that.”

You hated this. Hated the way he could see through you. Hated that you couldn’t hate him, now matter how desperately you tried.

You pulled your hands from his grasp, taking a step back. “I think—I think you’re afraid of being alone. And I think—you need to let me go.”

Azriel’s voice wavered as he replied, “I can’t.”

“You can.” You stifled a sob. “You can, because holding onto me hurts both of us. You need to let me go.”

“I can’t let you go. I need you,” he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

Azriel fell to his knees, and despite yourself, you did the same. You wrapped your arms around him, a new wave of sadness crashing over you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and wept, whispering apology after apology.

You couldn’t let go of him any easier than he could let go of you.

As you held him, any protest, any resolve you had ceased to exist; dying out as easily as the flame of a candle wick.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanon #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #Azriel angst #acotar angst #acotar fanfic #angst #Azriel #Shadowsinger #shadowsinger x reader

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐄 (gojo satoru x reader)

inspired from this list of prompts | wc: 0.8k+

Satoru looks so handsome, it’s borderline annoying.

He’s dressed up all nice—not that he doesn't usually carry himself well, but it’s a safe bet that the tailored suit currently hugging his broad shoulders does more for him than his usual navy uniform.

The gala he’ll be attending shortly is an annual Jujutsu event—one of high level sorcerers and prestigious clans and people with far more money that you can fathom. It only makes sense for the strongest sorcerer to be in attendance.

Satoru had begged you to come by his side, let him show you off like a trophy on his hip, but you declined his offer. Not wanting to insert yourself into the center of Jujutsu society, you assured your boyfriend that you’d be waiting up for him back home, with a warm bed and maybe even a few kisses—if he behaves.

Just as you’re about to send him off for the night, you teasingly remind him once more of his behavior.

“Be good out there,” you taunt him, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. He instantly heats up at the feeling of your lips dancing on his skin.

“Course,” he beams with a mischievous smile, “aren’t I always?”

You answer his rhetorical question with a roll of your eyes, which only makes his smile grow wider and the love in his eyes all the more fond.

You step away from him, taking once last look at your handsome lover before ultimately shipping him away, but something catches your attention—a soft hue of red blush decorating the bulb of his cheek. Not from his flustered expression, no, but from the lipstick you’d forgotten you were wearing.

“Wait! Come here,” you beckon a finger that Satoru instinctually follows without realizing.

He saunters your way, perhaps thinking he’s getting another kiss, before he watches you lick the pad of your thumb and signal for his cheek.

“You can’t go out there like that,” you mumble, stepping closer to him. Satoru shimmies out of your hold and makes a beeline for the nearest mirror in your hallway.

Noticing the outline gracing his cheek, he glows. “Huh, oh—wait! Keep it!”

“No, Satoru,” you scold him, walking towards him once more before finally getting your hands on him.

He pouts childishly when you lick your thumb a second time, “Why not, angel?”

He raises an entertained brow at your face of confusion, “Think of it as you marking your territory. What if someone thinks I’m single and tries to steal me away?”

With a scoff, your thumb begins to rub the blushing mark from his pale cheek.

“They’ll return you once you open your mouth.”

Satoru writhes in your hold, which is comical given his giant stature, “Baby, nooooooo!”

As if the removal causes him physical pain, he whimpers and wails as your thumb further dissolves the sweet pigmentation on his pale skin.

He’s back to pouting as he grumbles, “You’re supposed to say ‘you wouldn’t let that happen, ‘Toru, you love me too much!’ or something similar.”

As you shoot another glare his way, something about Satoru’s expression softens the sarcasm threatening to spill over your lips. Maybe it’s his glossy eyes carefully watching your own, or the corners of his plush lips slightly turning upwards as he fights off a smirk. Whatever it may be, the lovesick look on your lover’s face has you rethinking his request.

You lean in once more, and a part of Satoru thinks you’re going to kiss his cheek again. But fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice...

Your mouth lands lower than he expects it to, and he doesn’t feel your lips on his skin as you fool around by his neck. It’s moments like these where Gojo thinks of the irony of his technique. The cruel and contrasting paradox of his infinity when all he wants to do it touch you, be held by you, feel your lips flutter against his skin.

It takes him a moment to realize the effect of your sly actions. Right there, against the stark white polyester of his collar, is your blushing lip stain embroidered into the material, practically glistening for all to see.

“Like I said,” you hum into the crook of his neck before meeting his eyes once more, “be good out there.”

Filled with butterflies and an odd sense of pride, Satoru stands up a little taller.

He tips his head to you, ‘Yes, boss.”

He attends the event with ugrency, wanting it to be over as quicky as it can begin, for he now has places to be that are far more important than here.

He knows you’ll be in bed once the dinner party is over. He’ll just have to wait.

After all, they do say patience is a virtue—and for the first time in his life, Satoru is willing to find out if there’s any truth to that statement.

#satoru gojo #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru fic #gojo fic #satoru fluff #gojo fluff

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mostlysignssomeportents · 9 months

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It’s not (just) that Bluesky’s board includes the guy who sold Twitter to Elon Musk. It’s not (just) that Threads is owned by Facebook, a cancer of a company founded to nonconsenually rate the fuckability of Harvard undergrads (incredibly, that was Facebook’s least terrible moment. It actually got worse after that).

It’s that neither of these services are actually federated. Both claim that this is coming. Both claim that they have the technical hooks to federate with other services when the time is ripe. But that time isn’t now.

Look, I’m done. I poured years and endless hours into establishing myself on walled garden services administered with varying degrees of competence and benevolence, only to have those services use my own sunk costs to trap me within their silos even as they siphoned value from my side of the ledger to their own.The only thing worse than having wasted all that time and energy would be to have wasted it — and learned nothing.

As George W Bush told us, “Fool me once, shame you. Fool me —you can’t get fooled again.”

Wise words.

-Fool Me Twice We Don't Get Fooled Again: There's a crucial difference between federatable and federated

#ulysses pacts #Switching Costs #Federation #Fediverse #Mastodon #Threads #Bluesky

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tcwmatchmakingau · 9 months

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The Beauty In All, Part One

Editor's note: written by @deejadabbles

Pairing: Echo x GN!reader Rating: General Audience (but minors DNI) Summary: Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice- still shame on you, don't take advantage of my kindness! After so many times of falling for people who mock and manipulate your kind nature, you thought that love, true love, was simply not in the cards for you. Thankfully, Right to Love is here to make sure you and a lucky ARC trooper get your happy ending together. A.N: did you know there's giant garden in the senate building that has tons of different nature environments? I just loved the idea of a reader working there and tending all kinds of exotic and dangerous plant life. Tiio is my Corrie Guard OC and Maura is a matchmaker OC that will show up a lot in my future fics for this AU! Word Count: 2853

Warnings: Mentions of past bad relationships and toxic exes.

His eyes were staring at you with that expectant intensity again, just a shade off of his infamous tooka-eyed stare. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were able to hide behind the felucian ficus you were pruning, you probably would have caved instantly.

“I don’t know, Tiio,” you hummed, looking down at an unhealthy leaf, rubbing it between your fingers and trying not to get lost in memories of previous attempts at romance. “Wouldn’t something like a matchmaker make the whole process seem…” you scrambled for a word and settled for, “robotic?”

Tiio’s eyes went wide, “No, not at all! Oh, vod’ika,�� he stepped around the ficus, catching you on the other side so he could keep his gaze on you, “If that’s what you’re worried about, I promise it’s not like that!-”

He paused and looked around, making sure his suddenly loud words didn’t draw too much attention. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be in the garden when he was off duty, but the other guards had gotten too used to him swinging by to chat with you at the end of his shifts to really care. After all, what good was working in the senate building if you can’t enjoy the few luxuries it has?

When he turned back to you, he spoke calmly again, “It’s not like they just take a few basic facts about you and put them in an algorithm or something. It’s done with real people- people who actually care about others finding love and connections.” Tiio ran his hand through the halo of curls around his head, and when he got that far-away look, you knew who he was thinking about, “they want you to find someone who’ll see you for you, who shares values and interests,” then he gave a sigh, a dreamy sigh of content adoration, the kind of sigh only someone deeply in love is capable of making. “Someone who’ll treat you the way you’re supposed to be treated.” That’s when his eyes snapped back to yours, “That’s what I want for you, vod, I think it’s the perfect way to find someone who actually deserves you!”

The determination in his eyes made you smile, Tiio always had a way of making you feel appreciated. Of course, he just insisted that it was ‘returning the favor’, a reference to the event that sparked your friendship in the first place.

Being the head arborist of the Senate Botanical Garden meant that you saw and interacted with the Coruscant Guard every day. During the war, you had been witness to numerous counts of senators and civilians mistreating clones, and like any decent being, it had infuriated you.

About a year into the war, when anti-clone protests had really reached a head, you had asked the children in your volunteer herbology class to help you with a little project. Armed with a barrow overflowing with flower crowns and letters from the children who made them, you spent a whole day passing them out to the guards as a show that there were some out there who appreciated and supported them.

Many troopers took a shine to you after that, and Commander Fox once mock-complained that his men were always begging for guard posts in the garden because of you, but Tiio had become closest to you in the following time. Now, he was one of your best friends, an amazing listener who always reminded you of your self-worth, he was someone who reminded you why it was so important to stay gentle and kind, even when the galaxy tried to make you hard and jaded.

Tiio knew you, and your past, your heartbreaks and string of lovers who took and took and took from your wealth of kindness without giving you a drop of true devotion in return. And he knew how hard it was for you to trust someone like that again, especially after the last one.

So, if Tiio, who was even more protective of your heart than you were, thought this was a good idea, then maybe…

“I know that look!” Tiio was smiling now, realizing he was winning you over and when you tried to hide among the foliage again he laughed. “Listen, I won’t push you, vod’ika, but I really think this is a good idea. I just know one of my brothers will make you happy, and Right To Love will make sure you find the perfect one.”

You reemerged from the leaves, unable to hide how flatter and flushed his words made you. “Sure you aren’t just determined to prove that clones ‘do it better’ than natborns?” you said in a playful tone, paraphrasing something he and some of your other clone friends had said once while discussing your past relationships.

Tiio had the good grace to look away bashfully, “Maaaaybe?”

A laugh made its way out of you at that, “Alright, Tiio, you win. I’ll schedule my appointment when I get home tonight,” and you laughed again when Tiio whooped in triumph.

Dating and love always had risks, and maybe this avenue of dating wouldn’t be any different, but if that was the case, you weren’t any worse off, right?”

You knew that it might be a slow day for the matchmaking service. One of your days off coincided with a day that most were busy at their standard jobs, which was by design. There was never a day when Coruscant wasn’t bustling at all hours, but days like this made shopping and other chores just the slightest bit easier.

There was only one other client in the waiting room, a twi’lek male who seemed to be calm in a way you couldn’t fathom right now. You were fidgeting with the questionnaire they had handed you, struggling to concentrate on answering the questions in the thorough, thoughtful way you wanted to.

When a woman’s voice called out the twi’lek’s name you even jumped in your seat. Maker, why were you so nervous?

About that moment is when you caught the eye of the man behind the front desk, he was smiling at you, in a warm and understanding way that said he had seen your kind of reaction often. When the other client disappeared behind an office door, the man spoke up.

“Having trouble with your questionnaire?”

You looked away from him, opting to stare at the form in question instead, “Something like that…”

There was the sound of chair wheels rolling on the floor, then of steps coming towards you. When you looked up he had just put his hand on the back of a chair near you. “Mind if I sit?”

“Oh- not at all, please,” you waved your hand in invitation, and he immediately took the chair.

He was a clone, not too young like some of the “shinies” you'd met in the senate building, but not one of the older ones like Fox from what you could tell. His haircut looked like he needed to trim it every few days to maintain, even if he only wanted to show off the aurebesh tattooed across his head.

“Do you wanna know a secret?” he asked, something twinkling in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded, and he leaned in a little closer to you, “everyone who comes in here is nervous, some are just better at hiding it,” he said in a dramatic, stage whisper.

That made you laugh, and the thing that had your insides in a vice grip seemed to loosen it’s hold just a little. “Oh yeah? You’re just talking about natborns like me, right? Can’t imagine something like this,” you wiggled the questionnaire, “shakes men of your training.”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that,” he chuckled, then jabbed a thumb at the wall across from you both, which had the service’s slogan painted in cheerful lettering: ‘Love is a battlefield where we fight for you!’. “Our saying is right, and this is a battlefield we were most definitely not trained for. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to calm one of my brothers down while sitting in these very chairs. And don’t even get me started on easing their nerves before their first dates!”

That time you both laughed together and your shoulders felt lighter now too. “I’m sure you’re very skilled at that- at calming people, I mean, Mr…?” You asked, realizing he hadn’t given his name when you walked in.

“No need for a ‘Mr’, just call me Kix.”

“Well, Kix, your brothers are lucky to have someone like you to help with this new step in life.”

He gave a little shrug, “I hope so. I’ll be able to help them more when I get my degree in counseling.”

“You’re studying to become a therapist?” you couldn’t hide the excitement in your tone. You knew the clone rights and personhood act had a whole section to it regarding mental health resources, which was amazing, yes, but, everything had flaws. Tiio had mentioned that, as well-meaning and helpful as natborn therapists were, there were some aspects of their lives that no one but another clone would ever quite understand. “That’s wonderful, I’m glad your brothers have someone like you working so hard to help them.”

Kix let out a little noise that might have been a cough or a hum or something else. He might have been a little flustered by your comment. If he had been, he recovered quickly and said, “That’s my hope and in the meantime, I volunteer here.” He shook his head at that, trying to get his thoughts back on track. “But we’re not here to talk about my life’s story. I just wanted you to know that it’s okay to be nervous, and, if I could offer some advice?”

“I’d love any you have at this point.”

He tapped at your list of questions yet to be filled out. “Don’t overthink these, okay? I know it’s tempting to get into your head and overanalyze every answer, or worry that you’re not being accurate, but chances are, you know yourself well enough to give us any information we need, without too much trouble.”

You hadn’t realized just how stuck your own breath felt in your chest, until you let out a cleansing sigh at his words. Wow, if Kix was this good now, he was going to make a spectacular therapist.

“Alright,” you said with a nod, “I’ll get out of my head and just say what feels natural!”

“There you go!”

If Kix had any other advice to give, it was lost when the feminine voice from before called his name from the office and he had to excuse himself. With some (not all, but some) of your nervous energy calmed, you turned your focus back to the file in front of you. At one point the other client walked through again, taking his leave, right before someone else came in for their appointment. Thankfully it didn’t take a horribly long amount of time to finish the rest of the questions and pass it off to Kix.

Now there was just the waiting.

You didn’t know what the process was, exactly, or even how many matchmakers were there right now, but it felt like time was crawling by as you waited for someone to call you back to the offices. Eventually, you had to distract yourself by playing a game on your personal datapad, and that at least kept some of your wandering, anxious thoughts at bay.

The moment you heard your name, your head snapped up to see a woman standing beside the reception desk. She was dressed in a flowy blouse with wide sleeves and flared pants, giving her a more casual look than you’d expected. Her dark hair framed her face in waves and her smile was warm, reaching her eyes as she said, “I’m Maura, and I’ll be taking care of you while you’re here at Right to Love. Are you ready to start?”

You gave a nervous noise as you stood, “I thought I’ve already started with that whole personality quiz,” you joked.

All Maura did was widen her smile before waving for you to follow her. Her office was towards the back and inside she had obviously made an attempt to make it feel warm and inviting. Soft-looking, romantic pictures hung on the wall and the dark wood of the furniture made it feel more cozy and less sterile. There was also a stuffed tooka and a handmade blanket on one of the guest chairs.

She gave you a chance to settle into the cushioned chair, before she got down to business. “So, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you. While reading your answers, I couldn’t help but notice a certain…pattern. If you’re comfortable with it, may I ask what some of your previous relationships have been like?”

You weren’t sure if she was just that good, or if maybe you were just too obvious. Still, you supposed if she was going to help you find love, she needed to know your experience with it.

“They’ve been…” Kriff, how do you even put it? “Unfulfilling…? No, no, that's not the right word.”

Maura looked perfectly patient as she watched you flounder, “Take your time, my dear.”

Not being able to hold her gaze, you found yourself looking over at the tooka plushie in the seat beside you as you gathered your thoughts. You didn’t want to come off as someone who couldn’t admit their faults, or as if you couldn’t recognize when the blame was yours, so, you chose your words carefully.

“I…tend to attract people who don’t appreciate certain parts of me…” When she didn’t interrupt you, you went on. “See, I always try my best to see the good in people. I always want to give out second chances, I want to give them a space to grow and be happy, those things are really important to me. I want to be someone who sees the beauty in the world and a lot of my partners have mocked me for that.”

Maura tilted her head. “They think it’s a negative trait, not something to be admired.”

“They think I’m naive-” your eyes met hers again, finally getting some certainty in your tone. “I’m not, though. I refuse to give in to this stereotype that just because someone’s nice and wants to see the good in others, that that means they’re stupid or don’t know how cruel the galaxy is. I do know how cruel it can be, that’s the whole reason I want to see the good, I don’t want to just give up and think there isn’t any good, and become cruel and jaded too. What kind of galaxy does that give us then?” Suddenly, you snapped your mouth shut. “Sorry, I kinda rambled, didn’t I?”

“Not at all. Please, keep going, this kind of honesty is what I want from everyone who comes here!”

A smile to match hers made its way onto your face. “I’ve just had a lot of partners who make me feel like I have to change for them, or like my views on the world somehow made me childish.” You swallowed hard then, smile fading as the memories of fights with your last partner came back to the surface. “Or, they’ve taken advantage of my good nature.” Some relationships left scars, deep ones. “I think I’ve gotten to the point where I’m scared of risking that again. Scared that my next date will be with someone who sees those parts of me, and just sees them as something to manipulate to their advantage.”

You hadn’t noticed that you grabbed the tooka plush until it was in your lap and you were practically hugging it. Maybe that was the reason it was there, talking about love and relationships did mean a certain kind of vulnerability after all.

Maura called your name again, gently, warmly, and you met her patient gaze again. “You’ve obviously been through a lot with past relationships. But I promise you, we do extensive screening here, and I’m going to make sure we find someone who can appreciate those parts of you.” She leaned back in her chair then, looking thoughtful, “I’ll also say that I admire your emotional intelligence. Whoever called you childish obviously doesn’t know the meaning of the word, you’re quite mature, my dear.” She hummed and stared at nothing in particular for a moment, “Give them a space to grow…” she repeated your words to herself almost absentmindedly, then sat up straight again. “Alright, I have a few more questions, but, I’ll say this now: I’m going to make it my personal mission to find someone who will care for you as deeply as you obviously care for others.”

That made your face warm, though you weren’t sure why. It was her job (well, volunteer work) to find you someone to love, but that specific vow made you feel…reassured. Cared for.

Maybe, you really were in good hands here at Right to Love.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #The Bad Batch

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vinsmokewife · 6 months

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day 20 of a very zosan centric kinktober - panties and lingerie

A follow up to 'punishment'. Zoro finds a pair of Nami's panties in Sanji's cabin which proves Sanji hasn't learned his lesson. It's time to up the ante.

It’s as they say, fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Zoro thought this very much applied to his situation when once again, he found himself holding a pair of lacy red panties that he had accidently came across in Sanji’s cabin. He thought that his little moment last time had deterred Sanji from doing the same thing as he did just right now but no... Sanji just couldn’t resist himself by doing the exact same thing again. But was it really his own fault? He believed that Sanji would change but then he realised that maybe he needed to up the ante a little bit to get Sanji to listen to him for once.

He tried not to let this annoy him but deep down, he was just feeling a little envious of the girls for getting all his attention like this. Not that he wanted Sanji stealing his underwear or anything like that, but he just wished this habit would stop. How was he going to stop it?

He was just going to have to make good of his word. See how the cook likes being objectified like he does to those girls. Not that Zoro cares all that much about Nami and Robin. As said before, had it been Brook stealing their underwear, Zoro probably would have stayed out of it, but it wasn’t Brook. It was Sanji.

And he had very much an interest in clamping this down. He knew how he was going to do it too.

Sanji was pretty pissed when he was taken away from what he was doing in the kitchen to go to Zoro’s cabin, but it sounded like Zoro was pissed off with him. So, he needed to find out why he was pissed off with him this time. Sanji had no clue what it could possibly be about when he stepped in the cabin to see Zoro standing there, crossed arms.

“Can’t you see I’m busy in the kitchen? If Luffy sees no lunch has been cooked, then...”

Sanji stopped when he saw the panties in Zoro’s hand. Shit. Okay, in his defence it had only been once, and he had lasted a week without stealing their panties. That wasn’t fair. It was like asking him to quit smoking or...

“What did I say about this?” Zoro said and suddenly Sanji’s head felt a little fuzzy. He remembered what happened last time. The absolute humiliation that Zoro had put him through, but he remembered that he didn’t hate it. Having Zoro humiliate him while jerking off with Robin’s panties was...possibly one of the most arousing things that Zoro had done to him.

Maybe just maybe...he did this so Zoro did it again.

“Yeah, I heard you. Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Do you want to watch me jerk off into them again?” Sanji tried to act as if he didn’t care. As if the very idea of doing that again didn’t arouse him all over again but Zoro simply laughed and shook his head.

“No. What did I say I was going to make you do next time?” Zoro moved to the other side of the room where there was a closet. Sanji was a little curious to see what Zoro was planning but he tried to remember what Zoro said and....oh...not now he remembers.

But Zoro omitted one thing he was going to do, and he was about to found out when Zoro threw the panties at him alongside a piece of fabric.

“You know what to do. Get undressed and put them on,”

It seemed as if Sanji needed a moment to process what was going on. He looked at the ground to try and figure out the fabric and what it was, but he reached down to pick it up and hold it up. The fabric was blue, and it felt like Polyester, but he noticed the sequence on it. Sanji examined it further and a moment of confusion hit him. It was...a dress. It looked like something Robin would wear but the tags were still on it, so it hadn’t been worn by either of them. It was brand new. Did that mean...?

“You...didn’t just buy a dress just to make me wear it?” Sanji seemed to be thinking about the fact that Zoro had bought him a dress. Had Zoro been secretly hoping that he would slip up?

“Didn’t you hear me? Get out of your clothes and put them on,” Although Zoro was standing back and watching him, Sanji could tell that Zoro was pissed off with him. Sure, if Sanji said no then he would probably let Sanji go back to the kitchen but...

It wasn’t as if Sanji wasn’t into this at all.

He looked at Zoro then looked at the panties and dress.

“Fine,”

Sanji snatched the dress and the panties. The thought of putting on the dress in particular was making his heart race. Sanji had remembered having to wear a dress every day of his life on Momoiro and that hadn’t been a pleasent experience for him. He turned and removed his suit. There were no words exchanged between the two men as Sanji stripped all the layers of clothing from his skin until he was naked. Sanji then took a moment to look at the red panties. These in particular were Nami’s and he can remember the...fun... he had with them the night before. The smell of Nami was strong on these ones. It was the first pair he had stolen actually in a while. He thought Zoro would have been proud of him but apparently not. Sanji just looked at them and then back at Zoro.

“You...You want me to wear these,”

Zoro nodded, “Put them on, pervert,”

Right. Gotcha. Sanji stared at them a little more before he started to put them on. Oddly enough, they fit him. He didn’t think they would fit as much as he thought they would. He would every now and then look at Zoro who’s face was unreadable.

Then, there was the dress... which seemed to also fit him too. It was like Zoro had been planning this. How was he the pervert when Zoro had a dress on hand? He flattened it out on his body. It fit along every curve on Sanji’s pretty body. Zoro looked at Sanji for a moment before taking a step over and approaching Sanji, grabbing him from behind and wrapping his arms around him, hands gripping at Sanji’s chest as if he was going to be able to grab something.

“Look at you,” Zoro whispered against Sanji’s ear. His voice husky and met with a low growel...as if this was affecting more than he was trying to show, “You’re so pretty like this...I’ve been wanting to see you in this dress for such a long time,” His fingers digging into the dress before one of his hands dipped down to slip until the dress. It was only then that Sanji realised just how turned on he was already and Zoro had found this out too but cupped his cock roughly over the panties and fondling him as if he was some stress toy for Zoro to use.

“Turned on already?” Zoro’s voice said again, this time with a smug chuckle in his voice, “God you’re so pathetic cook. I just wanna treat you like the way you treat the girls clothes. I wanna objectify you like the nasty slut you are,”

“...Zoro...” Sanji whined but only because of his words and they way they were just growled in his ear. Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment? Zoro’s large hands began to fondle every curve of Sanji’s body with little care to what Sanji thought...because he knew by the way Sanji was grinding his hips back against his cock that he was into his words too. He wanted that just as much as Zoro did.

“You want to be objectified? You’re so pathetic,” Zoro chuckled, again going back to fondling Sanji’s cock over the lacy fabric. Once he’d managed to wind Sanji up enough, Zoro smacked his ass before pulling away from him.

“On the bed. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing that dress. Hands and knees,”

It didn’t take Sanji long to do that. He didn’t hesistate as he went over the the bed and climbed onto it, taking the position that Zoro wanted. The embarassment of wearing a dress had completely gone and the only thing he wanted was for Zoro to use him like he said he would.

“Good boy,” Zoro reached into the drawer and grabbed the lube from there and got behind Sanji. He fondled his ass with his large hand, pulling his dress up and spanking him again over the lacy pants which got a moan from Sanji, “You look good in these panties. I’m gonna make you cum in them like the slutty pervert you are...” With the moan and his hips pushing back, Zoro knew Sanji wanted that too. Zoro moved the panties to the side and immediately dived his face in.

His lips attached to the rim off the hole. It wasn’t often that Sanji let him eat him out. He normally tells him it feels weird to begin with but Zoro was gonna do whatever he wanted with him and he wanted to eat Sanji out while he was eating those panties. He also wanted to get him as wet as possible before he fucked Sanji.

He sucked the rim and slipped his tongue inside before leaning his head up and spit drool on Sanji’s hole before going back in. Sanji pushed his hips back against Zoro’s face as he sucked the rim and wiggled his tongue around. Honestly, If Zoro could, he would spend hours eating Sanji out and making him cum all over himself just from eating him out but Zoro had other things he wanted to do but right now, he messily ate out Sanji’s hole. Lips and tongue mostly doing the work.

Once he was satisfied, he looked up and watched Sanji’s face who was lying his head on the pillow and his face was flushed red and he was panting.

“You’re enjoying this...being eaten out while your wearing this dress...”

Zoro reached for the lube he had taken to the bed and used the lube to stroke his cock. Between lubing up his cock and making Sanji’s hole nice and wet for him, Zoro had done a good job. He pressed the head of his cock against Sanji’s hole and pushed him right in.

“Ah! Zoro...!” Sanji couldn’t help the way his head jerked as he stretched around Zoro’s massive cock but Zoro didn’t stop until he reached the hilt. Before he started, he reached down and grabbed Sanji’s hair and pulled hard. He pulled him so his head was off the pillow before pulling his cock out and then pushing it back in hard.

“I’m going to fuck you like the whore you are,” Zoro grunted, repeating the action again but getting faster and faster. The sound of smacking was heard against them along with the loud moaning that came from Sanji’s mouth. Sanji was...a mess. From the rough treatment, he was in absolute bliss right now. If sniffing Nami’s panties was what it took to upset Zoro enough to bring this side out of him, then god he would continue to do it.

Zoro increased the speed in which he was fucking him. His hips smacked harshly against Sanji’s ass. Sanji was the one being loud but they didn’t care if the others could hear it. Zoro was being quieter but they couldn’t deny the grunting and groaning that came from Zoro as he continued to to fuck Sanji.

Zoro’s hand twisted in Sanji’s hair, pulling him up more so he could whisper in Sanji’s ear, “You want to cum in those panties, getting them messy before you hand them back to Nami?” He grunted in which Sanji only moaned back, pushing his hips back as he knew he was close from cumming.

“Ah Zoro~!”

Sanji cried out as his hole clenched hard around Zoro’s cock. He came hard doing exactly what was asked him him and came hard in those panties. It wasn’t long after Zoro rutted his hips into him and came deep inside of him. Pulling his cock out, he watched the cum leak out of Sanji’s hole and land on the panties too.

He pulled Sanji over and held onto him as both of them panted. Unlike last time, Zoro couldn’t leave Sanji after such a rough session. He held him in his arms as they both panted and calmed down. He felt better, less jealous and less pissed off now that he proved a point so he kissed Sanji’s hair. Once they calmed down, Sanji looked up at Zoro and a small smile came onto his lips

“I don’t think we can give Nami back those panties now...”

“True...” Zoro said. They were wrecked now and covered both their cum. “We’ll get rid of them...or maybe you should keep them. They look good on you,” Zoro placed a kiss on Sanji’s forehead who flushed and lay his head down.

#one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #kinktober 2023

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memelleity · 2 years

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night at the museum sentence starters

❝ oh, no. you didn't get evicted again, did you? ❞

❝ if it wasn't for ____, i wouldn't say anything. i would stay out of it. ❞

❝ i'm trying to figure things out right now, okay? ❞

❝ i really feel like my moment's coming... and when it does, everything's just gonna come together.❞

❝ we'll figure it out, okay? ❞

❝ that wasn't a compliment. ❞

❝ i'm just kidding. ❞

❝ nice, firm handshake. i like that. tells a lot about a man. ❞

❝ it can get a little spooky around here at night... ❞

❝ i ought to punch you in the nose. ❞

❝ the dinosaur's alive! ❞

❝ do you know what's going on here? ❞

❝ ____? is that your name? ❞

❝ do you have an issue with me? ❞

❝ don’t! i know what you're thinking. don't do it. ❞

❝ this is not happening. ❞

❝ i can't feel my lip. ❞

❝ somebody's gotta pay. ❞

❝ stop whining and just take it like a man! ❞

❝ split his head like a watermelon! ❞

❝ don't talk down to me! ❞

❝ can i ask you something? ❞

❝ self-reliance is the key to a vigorous life. a man must look inward to find his own answers.❞

❝ this is impossible. ❞

❝ nothing's impossible. if it can be dreamed, it can be done. ❞

❝ well... actually, i gotta be honest. i don't think i'm coming back. ❞

❝ some men are born great. others have greatness thrust upon them. for you, this is that very moment. ❞

❝ put me down! i don't like to be manhandled! ❞

❝ i thought you liked surprises. like how you surprised me... ❞

❝ do you have any idea what i've been through tonight? ❞

❝ i just need a regular job that’s not life-threatening and pays my bills. ❞

❝ i'm glad you came around. ❞

❝ it's not funny. okay? ❞

❝ read some books. brush up on your history. ❞

❝ the more you know about the past, the better prepared you are for the future. ❞

❝ i... i just was laughing in agreement. ❞

❝ could i buy you a cup of coffee or something? ❞

❝ so, what's your story? ❞

❝ look, we're men. we fight, okay? that's what we do. it's kinda how we pass the time.❞

❝ don't be a kiss-ass, okay? ❞

❝ told you there was a storm comin’. ❞

❝ i knew you'd come back. ❞

❝ you look like a man on a mission. ❞

❝ i'm just... i mean, you know, she's... she's very beautiful. ❞

❝ what happened here? i thought we had a deal. ❞

❝ don't kick me! ❞

❝ i am not playing games here. ❞

❝ you have to deal with this creature with love and respect. ❞

❝ the thing is, not everyone is great. that's the problem. some of us are just ordinary. ❞

❝ stop wallowing in self-pity. ❞

❝ every great journey begins with a single footstep. ❞

❝ fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me. …. fool me... shame on me. fool me twice… ❞

❝ i’m not making fun of you. ❞

❝ you shouldn't be here. ❞

❝ do you wanna dance? ❞

❝ i'm not even brave enough to tell that beautiful woman i love her. ❞

❝ you gotta finish the job this time. you can't quit. ❞

❝ what are you made of? ❞

❝ i am forever in your debt. ❞

❝ he says that he wants to rip you apart. ❞

❝ you’re next. ❞

❝ good. that's good. just breathe. ❞

❝ you just want what's best for your people, right? ❞

❝ you guys are brothers, for god’s sakes. you’ve gotta stop fighting. ❞

❝ we can get this done, but we gotta do it together. ❞

❝ save yourself! ❞

❝ i ain't quittin' you! ❞

❝ i know someone who could help. ❞

❝ you saved me. ❞

❝ you're worth saving, my dear. ❞

❝ great to see you in one piece. ❞

❝ you rock! i am a big fan. ❞

❝ what would you like to know? ❞

❝ it's gonna be tough to talk my way out of this one. ❞

❝ any explanation at all? ❞

❝ hey, it's getting late. you ready to go home? ❞

#starter meme #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #rp meme #rp prompts #roleplay meme

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spade-riddles · 7 months

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Hey SR—hopefully you don’t mind if I respond to your anon. Anon, I personally don’t think the song is about Kim, Kanye , Karlie, etc., but to each his, her or their own opinion.

Let’s look at “Look What You Made Me Do in connection to “All You Had To Do Was Stay”.

“You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out and threw a feast”

She’s not saying the person did this recently; she’s reminding this person how the way they treated her before is why she’s acting differently towards that same person now. It’s past tense—you “asked” me as opposed to you “ask” me; “locked” me out instead of “lock” me out.

This person knew how to get her to open up and let them in. They always knew how to “push her buttons” (which can also mean to make her mad or guilt her into something). Let’s say you have money locked in a safe. The only way the safe can be opened is by you or anyone else who has the code to unlock it. However, instead of doing the same for her in return, this person would shut her out. Access denied because she didn’t have the code to open their safe.

By “throwing a feast”, they took advantage of her kindness then by taking her kindness for weakness. Because she got smarter and harder, she now knows to not make the same mistake again by falling for it.

“All you had to do was stay. Had me in the palm of your hand then, why’d you have to lock me out when I let you in?”

Taylor would’ve done anything for this person…then. Even though they were the ones who wanted to end things for whatever reason. She didn’t want it to end—she just wanted them, but not in the way that they were. It seems like she went with what they wanted in an attempt to appease their wants, but never took her own wants into consideration. Now, if this person were to ask for another chance, she knows that it would more than likely be a hoax…because it would probably be the same games as before.

In LWYMMD, she’s basically saying that she didn’t want to become this Taylor, but she had to so she wouldn’t be taken advantage of again. Their actions led to her trust issues—she doesn’t trust anyone and they don’t trust her. Nor does she open up to anyone as easily as she used to because she again, she got smarter.

Think of it this way:

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Because when someone shows you they can’t be trusted the first time, if it happens again, then you shouldn’t be surprised because you should know better. If someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

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The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 2 Episode 7

-“does that help?”

“No, not at all. But I enjoyed it!”

-“fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me, fool me three times, back to you again”

“That’s not how it goes”

“Shame. on. you.”

-BRUH

They did that on purpose, even the hand gesture is the same

-DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON

-“Excuse me! We’re looking for a town jail? We’ve got a horrible traitor to lock up for, uh, traitorous words and deeds. Standard traitor stuff.”

-“Something’s weird”

“I know. No one’s listening to me!”

“…….hm? What?”

-DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON

-ITS SO PRETTY

-*ahem*

Impulsive dudes doing impulsive things that may or may not get them killed, love to see it

-boys telling their dragon to stay back even though the dragon has a much better chance of surviving a fight than the kid

-absolutely none of them should’ve survived that blast

-dang Callum, Rayla, and Ezran are very close to them, you’d think they’d be much more ahead, given that they spent a while on the boat and didn’t have to stop to drop off a prisoner

-wait actually how did Soren and Claudia even get here they don’t have a boat???

-this dragon better not die just bcs Soren decided to do something stupid

-again, everyone on that tower should be dead

-a lot of shows get the sibling relationships all wrong but these guys nail it every time

-NOOOOOO

-POOR THING DID NOTHING BUT DEFEND ITSELF THIS IS AWFUL

-WAIT ITS ALIVE DOES THAT MEAN WE GET TO KEEP IT

-idek her name but I love her she’s always there to put Viren in his place put her in charge

She’s so cool idk what her job is but I bet she’s the best at it

-STOP PLAYING WITH ME LIKE THIS

-I’m on Rayla’s side in this that poor dragon doesn’t deserve this

-SHOOT GREN IS STILL DOWN THERE???

-“How can you possibly remain so cheerful in your dire circumstances?”

“Well, I think about it like this, why see myself as chained down, when I can be chained up?”

*ba-dum tisss*

-did she just say they were gonna move the dragon… in PIECES??? Lord help me this show wants to give me a heart attack

-I mean if anyone can take all those soldiers at once it’s Rayla

-btw from this point on Rayla has my full permission to murder anyone if need be

-look I like Soren but he has to stop talking about how much he wants to kill innocent creatures

-is Callum’s slightly creepy stalker drawing of Claudia really about to be the thing that saves the day??

-oooooh I get it now

-Does this mean Callum is gonna look like a zombie for an episode like Viren did or does that only apply to the trapping-people-inside-coins spell

-it’s so funny to imagine how the weird chanting sounded while they first recorded it lol

-Rayla telling the dragon the get up as if it’s not literally dying

-oop I take it back that thing recovered real quick

-still can’t get over how PRETTY that dragon is

-THE FREAK JUST CAME OUT OF SPARKLY HANDS MOUTH???

-is his hand not still bleeding like is he just standing there with a giant cut on his hand

-so the bug thingy is just gonna be like an earpiece? Ok ig

#the dragon prince #the dragon prince thoughts #the dragon prince thoughts season 2 #the dragon prince season 2 #tdp #tdp thoughts #tdp thoughts season 2 #tdp season 2

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Haunting

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series/Hopkins Days)

Featuring: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Tobias plans a Halloween double date with Ethan. He insists it's foolproof, but who ends up the fool in the end?

Words: Approx 2000

A/N: So the ask about haunted houses this morning inspired this! It’s a quick and fun fic, didn’t have time to proofread much, I hope you enjoy it. 😊

Participating in @choices-september-challenge-blog - Day - "What are you smiling at?" and @choicesficwriterscreations "Let's Hear it for the Boys".

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS.

The rattling of keys in the door distracted Ethan from his studies. Even more distracting was the mischievous grin on Tobias’s face as he entered. It was at least twice the size it normally was, and Ethan knew that could only mean trouble.

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested,” Ethan muttered before returning his focus to his books.

“Ramsey!” He simpered. “Ramsey, Ramsey, Ramsey! Not only are you going to be interested, you are going to be thanking me.”

He pulled four tickets out from his coat pocket, fanning them dramatically before tossing them at Ethan.

“Clear your calendar Saturday, and decide what fine specimen you’re gonna bring along because it will be your lucky night.”

Ethan eyed Tobias suspiciously before lifting a ticket, an annoyed scowl on his face.

“The Nevermore Haunt?” Ethan asked incredulously before dropping the ticket. “Yeah, hard pass.”

Tobias leaned against the kitchen counter and popped open a can of soda. “Oh,” he chuckled. “It will be hard, alright!”

“Come again?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah,” he grinned, taking a gulp from the can, “You could probably do that too.”

Ethan removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I’m trying to study….”

“Chill out,” he said, handing his friend a can of soda. “I’ll be studying in a minute too. But all work and no play makes Ethan a very dull boy. Just look at me as your guardian angel.”

Ethan finally relented, unable to contain the smile on his face. “You and the word angel should never be in the same sentence, Tobias. Can we just establish that as law?”

“Maybe if we were in law school,” Tobias shrugged, “but I see no need for it here.”

“So, since you’ve already sidetracked me, why am I supposed to be excited about this?”

“Because it is the scariest freaking place on the East Coast outside of Dr. Coleman’s bedroom.”

Ethan raised a brow. “You’ve been to Dr. Coleman’s bedroom?”

“We don’t speak of it,” his friend answered firmly. “But trust me, it’s scary. We went to Nevermore last year, and my buddy Carlos almost shit himself.”

“Well, if your goal is to get your buddy Ethan to shit himself this year, you’re out of luck. I won’t be going.”

“Why?” Tobias asked with a shocked expression. “Don’t worry, Carlos is a liberal arts major. They can’t handle the shit we can. You’ll be fine.”

“Maybe so,” Ethan agreed, “but haunted houses just aren’t my thing.”

“They don’t have to be. Jesus, do I have to teach you everything?” Tobias shook his head. “Ethan, I’m bringing Tracey….”

“The redhead in our chemistry class? The one with the….” Ethan held his hands in front of his chest.

“That very one. And when she is all screaming and scared, well… I’ll be too happy to console.”

Ethan let out a sigh. “So essentially, you’re going to cop a cheap feel?”

“Hell no!” Tobias exclaimed. “I mean, maybe high school era Tobias would have done this, but this is med school level Tobias. He’s in it for the gratitude afterward.”

“You’re a horrible human being,” Ethan snickered.

“Oh, am I? Are you telling me you never once took a date to a scary movie?”

Ethan’s cheeks reddened as a look of shame spread on his face. “Well, there was Becky Forrester during freshman year of college.”

“SEE! Don’t act all holier than thou. This place is ten times more frightening than any movie you can dig up. So only one question remains, who ya bringing?”

Ethan looked out the window, a melancholy look on his face. There was only one person he was interested in, but their friend Vincenza was now firmly coupled with a third-year student. He and Tobias were lucky to even see her these days. Tobias knew that look, even understood it, but it was his mission to get his buddy over this.

“Ethan, Chenza is coupled up. I know she’s quite the catch, but she’s also off the market... unless... you want to try to get her back on it.”

“I’m not about to do that!” he answered with disgust.

“Good answer!” Tobias gleamed, “but then you have no business sitting home on Saturday night. So, who ya gonna bring?”

~~~~~

Saturday night arrived, and Ethan and Tobias were meeting their dates at the quad. Tobias’s smile widened as a beautiful redhead sashayed in his direction.

“Tracey,” he sang, biting his lower lip. “How do you manage to look more beautiful every time I see you.”

Ethan rolled his eyes as Tracey slipped under Tobias’s arm. “Please, tell me those pathetic lines don’t work on you,” he implored.

“This isn’t our first rodeo,” Tracey bubbled as she snuggled closer to Tobias. “I don’t mind the flattery, even if I know it’s bullshit.”

The smile shed from T’s face, “Hey!”

“I’m just teasing!” She laughed. “But where’s your date, Ethan.”

“Yeah,” Tobias jumped on, “don’t tell me the scariest part of her night was the thought of going out with you?”

“Not quite,” a beautiful brunette with warm, brown eyes stepped up, slipped her arm into Ethan’s, and then extended her hand to Tobias and Tracy. “Hi, I’m Ava.”

“Ava,” Tobias smiled, shooting Ethan a look of approval. “So lovely to meet you, and I haven’t seen you around campus. Do you go here?”

“Yes,” she replied, “but I spend most of my time in the library. Probably why we haven’t met.”

“Hey, I’m second in my class so far, hon!” Tobias chuckled.

“And if you were in the library more, perhaps you’d be number one,” Ethan smirked.

“All right, all right. I like her. Now let’s get the hell out of here. Once we’re at Nevermore, all of you will be taken down a peg or two,” Tobias grinned.

Ethan shook his head with a smile. “We’ll see about that… buddy.”

The group arrived at Nevermore, and the eerie music outside already had Tracey on edge.

“You’ve been here before,” she said to T. “Are you sure it isn’t too scary.”

“Everyone’s always made it out alive, sugar. I won’t worry.”

“Besides,” Ethan offered. “You have big, bad Tobias to protect you. If he doesn’t end up slipping as he runs away in his designer shoes, that is.”

“You talk a big game, Ramsey. But I’m the only one who has ever made it through this place multiple times.”

“Are they always like this?” Ava asked Tracy.

“No,” she smiled. “Usually, they’re worse.”

Once inside, the fun really began. Between the darkness, smoke, and blinding strobe lights flashing all around, it was almost impossible to see where they were going.

“I don’t like this,” Tracey whimpered. “They’re going to jump out at us at any moment now, aren’t they.”

“Probably,” Ethan sighed. “Just know it’s coming, then you won’t be so scared when it….”

A giant ghoul with pointed talons jumped out in front of them. You could barely hear the screams, coming from everyone except Tobias, over the creatures deafening, guttural cries. A chuckling Tobias took Tracey’s hand and motioned for the group to follow him as they rushed down another black-lit hallway.

“We should be fine if we go this….”

The harsh sounds of two chainsaws cut him off, and the mutants carrying them began rushing in their direction.

“I know this is all fake,” Tracey cried, “but I want to leave. It’s too scary!”

Ethan caught Tobias winking in his direction as he pulled Tracy closer under his arm.

“Don’t worry, Darlin. It will be over before you know it!”

“Tracey,” Ethan interrupted through gasping breath as they all ran away. “Remember, state law prohibits them from coming within more than two feet of us. So no matter how scary, you’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Tracey cried. “You’re not just making that up, are you?”

“No, I looked up the law today.”

“Wow,” Ava eyed him, clearly impressed. “You are smart.”

“I like to be prepared,” Ethan smiled brightly. Ava chuckled at his teeth glowing brightly in the purple light.

“Why didn’t you know that, T?” Tracey spat.

“What’s the fun in knowing?” he answered.

Suddenly, the solid ground they were running on turned wobbly. They tried to keep their footing as they ran over a suspension bridge.

“What the fuck is this, T!” Tracey yelled.

“It’s just a bridge, dear, it’s….”

“It’s scary! I want to leave!”

Tobias chuckled as he pulled her near, but she pushed him away. “It’s not funny!”

“No, it’s not,” Ethan reassured her. “I see an exit sign a head, all in favor….”

“AYE!” was screamed by all except Tobias.

“You guys have to be kidding me! We’re not even halfway through!”

“Oh, we’re more than halfway,” Ethan assured, “because we’re going right out that….”

“AGGGHHH!” The group screamed again when a host of actors dressed as zombies appeared before them and blocked the door.

Ava had her face buried in Ethan’s sweater, and Tracey lurched back, directly under Ethan’s other arm.

“All right, guys, I don’t know what you’re paid for this gig, but we all know you’re actors, not real zombies, and we’re headed right for that door,” Ethan scowled.

“Yeah, and if you come within two feet of me, I’ll sue!” Tracey yelled.

"I can't believe this," Tobias groaned as they barrelled out the door, letting out sighs of relief as they stepped onto the well-lit Baltimore street as onlookers at the bar across the street laughed and cheered.

“Look at that,” Tobias gestured, “they're laughing at us because we’re quitters.”

He went to put his arm around Tracey, but she wasn’t there. Turning around, he found her still under Ethan’s arm and Ava nestled under the other.

“Uhh, what’s wrong with this picture?” Tobias asked.

“Nothing!” Tracey replied. “You were too busy thinking it was funny, but Ethan understood me!”

“He was just scared himself!” Tobias insisted.

“Yes, so I was relatable,” Ethan winked.

“Very funny,” Tobias laughed, “Why don’t we go get something to eat now, since fun time is over.”

“No, I don’t want to go out. I’m still terrified, and I just want to go home,” Tracey insisted.

“Trace,” Tobias spoke, rubbing his thumb against her cheek, “if I thought you’d be this frightened, I would never have taken you. I’m sorry, why don’t I drop Ethan and Ava off at the restaurant, and then we can go to your place.”

“You can drop them off,” she said, “but I’m taking a Xanax and going to sleep with my bedroom door locked. So you’re not coming over.”

Ethan tried to contain his laughter, but s snort escaped him nevertheless. Tobias shook his head in surrender as they walked to his car.

“Fine. We’ll bring you home then, and I guess I’ll third wheel it with you two over dinner.”

“Uhh, no, you won’t,” Ava interjected as Tobias shot her a questioning look.

“Sorry,” she shrugged, beaming up at Ethan. “But you were really impressive tonight. What do you say we skip dinner out and order in back at my place instead. Just the two of us.”

Ethan smirked toward Tobias, who stood slackjawed by his car.

“You have to be kidding me,” he exclaimed.

“Nope,” Ava smiled. “Not at all.”

“Fine,” Tobias surrendered. “Just get in the car. I’ll give you a lift home.”

“No need,” Ava grinned. “I live three blocks away. We can walk it.”

“Oh, you do?” Tracey enthused. “Can I walk with you then? I’m just two blocks down.”

“Sure, happy to get you home,” Ethan beamed.

“Wha... Tracey? You don’t want me to drive you?”

“Nope, in this traffic? I’ll get home faster walking. And like I said, I just REALLY want to get home. But thanks for the offer, T. I’ll see you on campus Monday."

Tobias cursed under his breath as he slipped into the driver's seat. Looking back over his shoulder, Ethan asked the women if they’d just give him a minute, then he approached Tobias’s still parked car with a shit-eating grin. Tobias looked up with annoyance, which quickly melted into bemusement as his friend approached.

“OK, wise-ass… what are you smiling about?”

“I just wanted to say you were right, Tobias. I do want to thank you. It was a wonderful night.”

“You know,” Tobias grinned, “if you cared about me, you would have stopped right after the part when you said I was right.”

“Yeah,” Ethan laughed, “well, who said I cared? You ok? Tracey dumping you hasn’t permanently wounded your ego, has it?”

“MY Ego,” Tobias simpered, “Please. It’ll take more than that. Besides, I have a backup. Always have a backup, buddy. You sure you don’t want a ride.”

“I’m good.”

“Then I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

“Yeah, about that…,” Ethan winked. “Don’t wait up.”

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