#she literally walks away from him more than once for the greater good

[lovebugism]

how abt eddie x shy reader , she meet’s wayne accidentally & she brings like sm food for the week he LOVES HER but shes so shy

a request deep from the archives that i haven't stopped thinking about since i got it hahah please enjoy xoxo — you spend a fluffy morning in with the munsons (established relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Eddie rouses from his sleep like a king on a sunken-in couch. 

Saturday morning cartoons play on the TV just ahead of him, mostly on mute ‘cause you’ve got the radio going in the kitchen. Something soft and soulful and too low for him to hear. The trailer swells with the scent of something sweet, of syrup and cooked sugar. 

Speaking of sweet…

His flushed cheek rubs against the arm of the couch when he looks up to find you. He can see you just over the top of the counter, like a scene from a movie. You’ve got a bowl of something wedged in your elbow, and you stir at it with your free hand — half-distracted because your nose is stuck in an open recipe book on the counter. Your glasses fall slowly down your nose. You try to push them up again with your shoulder, but they slip back down a second later.

Your gentle humming fills his ears, and Eddie figures this is what heaven must be like. There’s no greater nirvana than this.

He rises and stretches and walks the very short distance to the kitchen. Still warm with sleep, he wraps himself around you, chest flush to the expanse of your back. “Whatcha doin’?” he lilts, muffled into your sweater.

“Cookin’,” you answer in the same tone, only softer and a little more sheepish.

Eddie breathes hard once. You think you feel him smiling. “Dumb question, huh?”

“Did you sleep good?” 

“Too good to be passed out on the couch for an hour.” He lifts his head to prop his chin on your shoulder. It bobs against you with every word. “You were supposed to be sleeping with me, by the way.”

“I tried. But then I wanted to make you breakfast.”

“Correction. You wanted to make Wayne breakfast.”

Your giggling is as soft and sweet as the cinnamon concoction you’re stirring at. “Well, I don’t want either of you to starve, actually. So sorry for making sure the Munson’s are taken care of.”

Eddie’s chest swells. His heart starts to warm so much he’s scared it might burst. He tucks his face back into your neck and holds you tighter. “Don’t apologize, sweet thing. ‘M just being stupid.”

“That nickname’s not gonna stick, Eds,” you tease, tilting your head until your cheek meets his wild hair. “You can stop trying now.”

He scoffs and pulls back from you. His eyes, still softly swollen with sleep, are wide and glittering. “Why not?” he shouts, a bit too loudly to be so close to your ear. “You’re sweet and you’re my thing— it’s literally the perfect nickname.”

“You’re thing?” you echo with a distant laugh. “I’m not a toy, Eds.”

“Not all the time—” His boyish giggling is followed by a scoffed breath when you elbow him with your free arm. You shove him away halfheartedly, pushing him out of the tiny kitchen. “What?!” he exclaims, laughing loudly.

“Get out of the kitchen!”

“What’d I do?”

“My french toast tastes good ‘cause it’s made with love, and you’re tainting it.”

“How? I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.” He gravitates back to you despite your efforts to keep him away. He plants a smacking kiss to your lips and grins wide when he pulls away. “See? Now it’ll taste extra sweet.”

You’re glaring at him one moment, then happily accepting another one of his kisses the next.

The front door opens, squealing in protest and rushing in the cool morning air. It’s unsurprisingly Wayne. His work boots stomp heavy on the carpet. He holds a greased hand over his forehead. “My eyes are still closed,” he jokes, voice deep and gravelly. “You two have about three seconds to stop touchin’ each other.”

Eddie scoffs but steps back from you anyway. “That was one time!” he argues boyishly. “And we weren’t even doing anything!”

Wayne laughs a sharp breath, just like Eddie had, but a little bit gruffer. He forgoes the petty banter and shoots you a smile — tightlipped, barely-there, and weighed down by the exhaustion of the graveyard shift. “How ya doin’, sweetpea?”

“Good,” you answer, shrinking into your shyness. “I’m makin’ french toast.”

“That’s my favorite,” the older man grins. “How’d you know?”

“‘Cause it’s my favorite,” Eddie insists.

“It’ll be done soon,” you tell him, all quiet in your sheepishness. “If you wanna get changed or whatever.”

Wayne heads to the hallway, stopping short in the kitchen to muss at Eddie’s curls and pat you gently on the shoulder. “Thank ya, sweetpea,” he murmurs, voice dripping with fatigue. His accent always gets real heavy when he’s tired.

“You’re welcome…”

Eddie doesn’t say anything until he hears the bathroom door shut. “So Wayne can call you sweetpea, but I can call you sweet thing?” he asks, features swirled with offense.

“It’s different!”

The boy follows you to the cabinets like a lost puppy. Then, when you have trouble reaching the vanilla extract on the top shelf, he leans over you to grab it. “No, you just have favorites,” he argues, passing you the small container.

“That’s not true!”

“Whatever,” he grumbles, still pouting as he leans against the counter beside you. He mourns the lack of your attention when you give it all to the french toast mixture on the counter. You spoon in the vanilla with a practiced touch. “…Are you staying over again tonight?” he mutters, shier than you are now.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “If it’s okay with Wayne, then—”

“Wayne! Sweet thing’s staying the night— is that okay?” Eddie shouts before you can blink. The trailer rings with the volume of his voice.

“Eddie,” you scold quietly.

The bathroom door squeaks open. A grunt sounds from the hallway, a nonverbal answer you’re not totally sure what to make of. The man returns in the pajamas he pulled from the hall closet — a thin t-shirt older than Eddie is and a pair of plaid pants.

“I’ll make dinner before your shift tonight,” you tell him with a soft grin that neither of the Munsons can say no to. “I promise.”

Wayne makes another scoffing sound. A laugh, maybe. A smile hints at the corner of his bearded mouth as he pours himself a coffee across the counter — in the painted mug Eddie made him for Father’s Day, several years ago now. 

“Well— In that case, I’m afraid I have to insist on you stayin’, sweet pea.”

“Thanks, Mr. Munson.”

“Call me Wayne,” he tells you, playfully chiding in a parental sort of way. He gives you a pointed look over the cup he sips from and heads back towards the living room. “You’re feedin’ us too good to be so polite all the time.”

You smile to yourself and laugh a quiet, slightly forced laugh.

The sofa squeaks when Wayne settles onto it, sprawling out the same way Eddie had before. Too tired to reach for the remote on the coffee table, he watches He-Man re-runs with heavy eyelids.

“Alright, sweet thing— what do you need me to do?” Eddie asks with a clap of his hands, making a very pointed effort not to drop the nickname. You get all flustered when he calls you that — smiling softly to yourself and then ducking your gaze to hide it from him. You’ll have to pry the name from his cold, dead hands.

You turn to peer at him from beneath your lashes. “You dip the bread, and I’ll fry ‘em?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweet thing.”

“Eddie.”

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[part three] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 3.6k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part three] : "Learning To Lie"

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“I never thought I’d see the Gojo Satoru get soft,” Shoko’s giggling as she took a drag of her cigarette.  Her shoulders shake and her eyes close as she beams at the thought.  “It’s only a matter of time now until you dye that stupid hair too, huh?” She suggests, blowing out the smoke in her lungs.

Suguru’s head is thrown back in laughter, happily partaking in the tease-fest.

“I think black would be cooler.  Like mine” He says.

Shoko coos and hums in agreement, looking back at Gojo as if to picture a new look in her mind.

“I’m not coloring my hair, idiots,” He mutters, turning away from them and waving a dismissive hand.  “I look perfect” 

Suguru snorts at how humble his best friend was.

“So you admit you’ve grown a little soft spot for our resident (y/n)?” He asks, a muse in his tone as he shares a look with Shoko.

“We’ve always been friends.  I don’t know why you’re having a giggle parade over us hanging out.  I hang out with you guys all the time, you think I’m in love with you?” 

Shoko purses her lips, passing her cigarette to Suguru.

“Yes,” She says, decidedly.  “But I think you like (y/n) better” 

Satoru has to fight the urge to defend himself too much, because he knows if he argues with them too much, their suspicions will only be raised tenfold.

“She’s definitely better company than you two right now” He grumbles, leaning back against the wall.

He wasn’t even a smoker, but when Shoko and Suguru would head off for a cigarette break, more often than not he’d follow.  Sometimes (y/n) would be here.  And when she was, he could focus his attention on messing with her.  Otherwise when it was just these two, they ganged up against him.

Speaking of- 

“Where is (y/n) anyways?” Satoru asks.

Shoko and Suguru share another suggestive look, chuckling to themselves.  Satoru wasn’t sure when they took such entertainment in meddling with his love life, but it was starting to irritate him.  All the looks, and the giggling, it was going to drive him crazy.

“She said something about having to go to a bookstore in town,” Shoko said.  “Sounded boring” 

“Miss your little training buddy already?” Suguru asks.

“She went to town by herself?” Satoru frowned.

“Relax, she literally just needed a book,” Shoko says, taking her cigarette back from Suguru.  “I think she’s capable of a little errand” 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He sighs.  “It’s just weird that she’d go alone.  We all had the day free” 

“Then go hang out with her if you want” Shoko suggests.

“Yeah, then we can talk about you guys” Suguru pipes up.

They’re laughing amongst themselves again, and Satoru thinks it’s not such a bad idea.  Kicking off the wall, he raises his hand in a peace sign and leaves without a word.

He can still hear their childish giggles as he walks away. ___

Breaking into the elementary school once it had closed and the staff had left for the day had been easy enough.  In fact, it was probably the easiest part of her whole investigation, which was odd since it was the first actual crime (y/n) had committed.

Not that commiting said crime fazed her too much.  She was doing this for the greater good after all.

The tricky part was finding what she was looking for.  The filing cabinets in the administrator’s office took up an entire wall, so finding two student’s information was going to take a minute.

She raised her phone’s flashlight and quickly began to read the labels on each cabinet.

Payroll.  Emergency Contacts.  Lunch Schedules.  Event Budgeting.

And then finally, Student Files.

With a grin, she quickly pulled open the first drawer with this label, and went flipping through the alphabetized files.

Just as she found where F was filed, her phone buzzed.

She nearly dropped it from the surprise, before she quickly silenced her ringtone, cursing whoever needed to call her right now.  Didn’t they know she was trying not to get caught literally breaking and entering? 

Well, no, no one did.  Maybe she should have turned her phone to silent before she broke in.

Seeing that it was Satoru calling, she knew better than to decline, so with a sigh, she answered, pressing her phone between her shoulder and her ear.

“Hey!” He greeted her happily.  “What’re you up to?”

She told Shoko she was shopping today.  So she had to stick to her story and tell him the same thing.

“I’m in town, what’s up?” She replied, keeping it short.

“Nothing.  Want company? Suguru and Shoko are being annoying and I kind of feel like avoiding them,” He tells her.  

Her heart feels warm that he wanted to spend time with her, but she bites her lip and tries to find a reason why he couldn’t come see her.

“We could grab lunch.  Or if you’ve already eaten we can get ice cream.  Either way my treat” 

(y/n) smiles to herself.

“That’s sweet, Satoru, but,” She hesitates, eyes wandering through the files in front of her.  “I already ate, and I’m still looking for that pair of headphones I saw online,” 

It’s quiet for a minute on his end, and she hopes she hasn’t hurt his feelings.

“But thank you for thinking of me.  We can hang out tomorrow, or something, if you have time” 

“Sure,” He replies, but his voice sounds off.  Almost rigid.  “Bye” 

With that, he hangs up on her.  (y/n) frowns as she pulls her phone from her ear, seeing the call end and her lock screen wallpaper light up.  She can only hope that he isn’t too upset.

She drops the thought quickly, and goes back to thumbing through the file folders.

It’s a matter of seconds before she finds what she’s looking for.  Fushiguro.

She snatches the file, her face split in a grin.  Victory!

With great haste she flipped through every page, snapping a photo of each one.  Once finished, she carefully placed everything back where she found it, slid out the window she’d so craftily unlocked when she’d broken in, closed it behind her, and left the scene.

If committing crime really was that easy, she wonders why more people don’t do it.

Maybe she’d keep that thought to herself.

As she casually slipped herself into the crowd of people, eyes glued to her phone as she studied the photos of the files she’d just stolen, she completely missed a familiar figure approaching.

“(y/n)?” 

Her eyes darted up, face paling slightly, surprised that anyone had recognized her.

And there was Haibara Yu, with that infamous cheery smile and a wave as he approached her.  He was in street clothes, and a small bag was held at his side.

“Yu!” Her voice came out a little louder than intended from her surprise.  She cleared her throat, and hoped that he didn’t find her acting strange.  “What’re you up to today?” 

“Just needed to get a gift for my sister,” He said, holding up the shopping bag in his hand.  “Her birthday is next weekend” 

“Sweet of you,” (y/n) smiled at the gesture.  “Tell her I said happy birthday” 

Yu nods, and she knows that despite having never met his sister- who probably didn’t know who she was- that he would relay the message.  He was a good guy like that, always putting people’s happiness first.  (y/n) admired that about the second year.

“So, what are you up to?” He asks.

She knows the question isn’t meant to be interrogative, that he’s genuinely curious about her day.  (y/n) bristles nonetheless.

“Just some shopping” She shrugs, trying to be as casual as she could, so as not to raise any suspicion.  

Although now that she thinks about it, and sees his kind smile as he talks to her, she thinks that she could never make him suspicious of her.  Yu was a grade younger than her, so it wasn’t often that they crossed paths.  Only in the halls of Jujutsu Tech, or if they happened to be working out at the same time.  But Yu had always made a point to talk to her, to befriend her and treat her well.  She’d found it endearing, how his kindness poured out of him, even when he was running late and Kento would be pulling him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him away, he’d always bid her goodbye with the well wish of having a good day.

Thinking about it now, (y/n) wondered if he had a little crush on her, or if he was always that pleasant with everyone.  She smiles warmly at the thought, either way. 

“Well, uh, do you want any company?” The dark haired boy asks, his hand raising to the back of his neck nervously.  “I’m all wrapped up, I don’t mind joining you, if- if you want” 

For a brief moment- so fleeting the thought left as soon as it presented itself- she wondered if Gojo had sent him.  After their strange phone call, she couldn’t help but notice Yu had asked the same question as Satoru after all.

She brushed off the paranoid idea quickly.  Yu was too kind to be sent as a spy.  Besides, she hadn’t been so shady in her excuses to Satoru to result in him sending an informer her way, she was certain.

“You’re too kind,” (y/n) flashed a dazzling smile.  “But I’m just about wrapped up myself, I was just going to get something, uh, a bit private, if you don’t mind,” She feigns bashfulness as she averts her eyes after telling him her errand.

Yu’s face drops and his ears turn a light shade of pink, and (y/n) mentally applauds herself for having succeeded in making him believe her little lie.

“Oh- oh, right, of course,” The boy stammered.  “Will you be long? I could wait for you, so you don’t have to walk back alone” 

“That’s alright, it’s my last stop,” (y/n) says, waving a dismissive hand in front of her.  “No need to worry about me” 

Yu nods, tucking his hands into his pockets as he lowers his gaze, hiding the disappointment in his features.  

“If you insist,” He says.  “I know your friends would be upset with me if I didn’t even offer,” 

You’re probably right, (y/n) thinks as she chuckles quietly.

“And I don’t need Gojo beating me up for leaving you out here alone” 

“He wouldn’t do such a thing,” (y/n) says with certainty.  “I’m not a stranger to Tokyo.  And I can handle myself just fine,” 

She begins to pass by him, patting his shoulder in a friendly manner as she does. 

“Have a safe walk back” She tells him.

“Yeah.  You too” Yu smiles, giving her a small wave as he walks off in the direction he was heading before he’d run into her.

(y/n) checks over her shoulder a few moments later, just to be sure that he was going back to the school, and he wasn’t following her.  Her eyes scan the small crowd of people wandering the sidewalks and peeking into shops.  When she doesn’t see the familiar student, her mind is at ease, and she goes back to her phone.

With the address of Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro’s home displayed before her, she follows her map. ___

“I saw (y/n) while I was in town” Yu mentions, picking at the box of food before him.

Kento, sat across from him at the table they shared, looked up from his own meal.  This wasn’t a casual mention.  It never was when he talked about (y/n).  It was almost getting tiring, hearing his friend go into that dreamy voice as he shares the most meaningless interaction he’d had with the third year girl.

“That so?” He replied anyway.  Might as well get it over with.

“Yeah,” Yu hummed in delight, the smile on his face was glued there.  “She was shopping” 

So interesting, Kento thinks bitterly, but he doesn’t dare say it out loud.  Yu’s crush on the older sorcerer might have been a bit far-fetched, but he was a good friend, so if he wanted to gush about her, he’d listen.

“Surprised you didn’t stay in town with her,” Kento says instead.  “Seemed like a good opportunity for one-on-one time, hm?” 

“I know.  I offered,” Yu sighs.  “But she was- uh- kinda busy” He chuckles nervously.

Kento raises a brow, silently asking what that was all about. Yu rubs the nape of his neck.

“She said she was shopping for something private” He confesses.

Kento hums, finally turning his attention back to his lunch.

“Whatever that means” 

“I didn’t ask,” Yu shrugs his shoulders.  “I didn’t want to overstep” 

It’s quiet for a minute as the pair nibble on their food.  Yu’s mind was buzzing with thoughts of the girl he’d run into, how pretty she looked in her street clothes, how kindly she spoke and smiled.  His eyes glazed over as he got lost in his thoughts.  He almost didn’t hear the footsteps of a third year approaching the table.

“Hey, you gonna pass out?”

Yu blinked until his vision of reality was restored, looking up to see Gojo Satoru leaning over the table, overly-invading both Yu’s and Kento’s personal space as he grinned at the daydreaming boy.

“He’s fine,” Kento muttered, leaning back from the table a bit to put some distance between him and the overbearing Six Eyes user.  “He’s just daydreaming about (y/n)”

Behind his sunglasses, Satoru blinks, his eyes twitching in the slightest.  But the ridiculous grin he wore didn’t falter as he continued to stare down the younger boy.

(Had Yu seen the jealous look in the eyes of Gojo Satoru himself, he probably would have pissed his pants)

“That so?” Satoru asks.  His voice was steady, almost too steady, and Yu swallows nervously, nodding his head.  “Didn’t know you had a little crush on our little hex” 

Curiously, Nanami eyes the way Gojo keeps his expression and demeanor remain perfectly rigid.  He’d barely moved a muscle, even as he spoke, he did so through that psychotic grin.  It was easy to see through this act.  He wondered if Yu thought the same.

“I- I dunno if I’d call it a- a crush,” Yu stammers.  “I was j-just telling Nanami that I’d run into her earlier” 

That made Gojo drop the false grin on his face, his brows suddenly furrowing.  Suddenly, he leaned back, out of the younger sorcerer’s personal space.

“Just now?” He asked.

Yu nodded his head in an anxious fashion, too nervous to open his mouth.  Nanami had said enough on his behalf to make the white haired sorcerer all too interested in their conversation.

“In town?” Satoru clarified.

Yu nodded again.

“Y-yeah,” He stumbled over his words.  “She was shopping” 

I know that.  Satoru’s teeth grind together to keep him from spitting out an attitude he doesn’t mean.

“Ah, Yu,” He shook his head, chuckling.

His demeanor had returned to it’s usual teasing presentation, but Yu’s anxiety remained on high alert.  This whole interaction was making his stomach churn, like he’d done something wrong and he hoped Gojo wouldn’t find out.  Although, he’s not very sure what mistake he had made.

“Couldn’t have been a gentleman and walked my girl home for me?” 

Finally, Yu’s brain caught up with where Nanami’s was.  This wasn’t anger, he realized.  This was jealousy.

That was much, much worse.

Yu feared for his life.

“I- I didn’t- she was- I wasn’t trying to-” 

“Mhm, of course,” Gojo nods, and reaches out to place a hand on the boy’s shoulder.  Yu shuts his mouth instantly, his eyes wide as saucers as he stares directly at him.  “Don’t worry, I’m just pulling your leg a little” Gojo chuckles.

Yu huffs out a nervous laugh himself, trying to catch his breath and slow down his rapidly beating heart.

Nanami continues to sit in silence, watching the whole display with the eyes of a hawk.

“Okay,” Yu breathes out once he’s calmed down a little inside.  “She just had something private to shop for, I was trying to be, ya’know, considerate” 

The twitch in Satoru’s eye was starting to get annoying.  Private? He latched onto the word.  First she tells Shoko she’s book shopping.  Then gives him some bullshit excuse about headphones.  And now Yu is here telling him a third thing that didn’t match up in his head.  His finger began to tap against Yu’s shoulder, before he pulled his hand off, shoving it into his pocket.

“Of course you were, you little gentleman,” He pulls out his teasing tone.  “But do me a favor, Haibara?” 

“Sure?”

Before he can say anything, Geto Suguru enters the room, calling Gojo’s attention.  The man turns away from Yu for a moment, holding his finger up to his friend, and then turning back to the younger sorcerer.

“Next time,” He says in a chipper tone that seemed like anything but.  “Try to do the right thing, and walk her home, yeah?”

He was sure to lower his shades so that his eyes could pierce right through Yu’s soul.

Yu chokes on air, nodding his head at an aggressive speed.

“Of course.  I will.  I’m sorry” 

Gojo claps his hand on his shoulder one more time.

“Have a good lunch, guys!” He gives the pair a friendly wave before heading back over to Suguru.

Yu’s jaw drops as he finally looks over to Nanami, fear deep in his eyes.

“Why would you tell him that?” He squeaked out.  “I thought he was going to kill me!” 

Nanami shrugged, taking a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully.

“How was I to know he had a thing for her?” He muttered.

Suguru had only seen a little bit of Satoru’s interaction with the second years, but he’d seen enough to know something was up.

As they walked out of the dining hall, he supposed he could indulge in a little drama.

“So, what was that about?” He mused, an eager smile on his lips.  “Not like you to threaten a kid like Haibara” 

“I wasn’t threatening him” Satoru brushed off the comment, adjusting his sunglasses to sit properly on his nose.

“Could’ve fooled me” 

“You see (y/n) at all today?” Satoru changed the subject.

Suguru raised a brow, although his friend was ignoring his look.

“No” He replied. 

The white haired sorcerer let out a huff.

“That what this is about? (y/n)?”

Satoru doesn’t say anything.

“So it is,” Suguru grins.  “What is it this time? She take a liking to Haibara?” 

“He saw her in town” Gojo finally gives him something to work with, but Suguru raises his brows, surprised that his little display of dominance was over something so mundane.

“Yes, well.  Other people who have eyes will probably look at her,” Suguru remarks.

Satoru looks over at him with a dull glare behind his shades.

“Don’t you think you probably scared poor Haibara over nothing?” 

“He said she told him she was shopping.  For something private” 

This explanation does nothing to give Suguru an understanding on why his friend was acting more unhinged than usual.

“You think maybe it’s time to take a break from all these missions you’ve been accepting?” He asks, half-sarcastically.  “I think your head’s gettin’ a little messed up” 

“She told Shoko that she was shopping for a book,” Satoru ignores the comment.  “And when I called her, she told me she was shopping for headphones.  Something she saw online, I guess,” 

Suguru doesn’t say anything this time.  He still thinks Satoru might be overreacting a bit, but clearly, he was having a full on episode over this.

“And then I find Yu, who says she was shopping for something private, and that was why she didn’t want him joining her” 

His brows are furrowed in a knot as he processes all the information he’d just shared with Suguru.  It was all so strange.  (y/n) wasn’t one to lie, mostly because she wasn’t very good at it.  But her shady behavior today puzzled him greatly.

“Satoru,” Suguru stops in his tracks, turning to look at his friend directly.  “(y/n) isn’t a liar.  She sucks at it” 

“Yeah, I know-” 

“So do you think, maybe, she was out shopping for all of those things?” He suggests, like it’s some genius idea he’d just had.  “And maybe she just wanted a little alone time? Maybe she didn’t want Haibara’s company, and that’s why she sent him away?” 

“I mean, maybe, but-” 

“You’re overworking your head.  It’s not good for you,” Suguru chuckles.  “I’m surprised it hasn’t popped right off yet” 

Satoru rolls his eyes dramatically.

“I didn’t know it was a crime to be worried about a friend-” 

“You’re worried about her because you’re jealous that Yu has a massive crush on her” Suguru barks out a laugh.

“You knew that?” 

“Everyone knows that,” Suguru replies.  “But if you’re so worried, if (y/n) returned his affections, don’t you think she would’ve done something about it by now?” He suggested.  “Exactly,” He spoke again before Satoru could begrudgingly agree.  “They’re just friends.  So don’t go around scaring the under-classmen because you got a little jealous.  It’s not a good look on you” 

“Everything’s a good look on me,” Satoru cheekily clicks his tongue.  “And I’m not jealous of a second year” 

Suguru scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head as he turns to continue their walk.

The bastard was jealous of anyone who looked at (y/n) in any way.  Yu was lucky to have his life. ___

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[shawnxstyles]

So happy you listed your boundaries. Some writes don't and they get mad when you request when you have no clue :( Request Please: Tom girl catches him napping naked and she loves his ass and eats it till he cums.

sunday morning

warnings: smut; (m- receiving [somnophobia {this is technically dub-con} soft ass biting/fingering {barely}, ass being ate!! 😜, slight dirty talk], and a bit of fluff

note: i don’t know how to feel about this! 😃

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you step out of the shower, grabbing the nearest towel. you felt calm as you dabbed away the moisture and slipped into lounge clothes.

the house was quiet and peaceful: it was the perfect sunday morning.

you woke up early and went on a jog. usually, you went with tom if he had to go to work early, but today he had the day off. you let him sleep in, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he smiles lazily unconscious.

you also did a bit of food and clothes shopping. you enjoyed your own time, wandering around the aisles and clothing racks wondering what you felt like. in a way, it was comforting and relaxing, and a type of self-care that could only be done by yourself.

but of course, nothing topped being with tom. he was the light in your life, he made everything greater than it ever had been. just thinking about him made you go home.

once you showered and dressed, you waltzed into your shared bedroom. tom’s figure was half covered by the thick duvet, his bare back visible to you. you smiled adoringly at the view, walking towards him and slipping into the bed. lifting the covers, your eyebrows raise cheekily at the full view (literally). tom slept naked, body muscular and relaxed.

your hands craved to run your nails along his back, scratching him lovingly. his bare bottom looked as soft as ever and you instinctively had the urge to bite it.

folding over the duvet, you place your hands on his buff shoulders, massaging softly. your lips peck small kisses along his spine, skin warm and smooth as you make your way down. you feel his body calmly rise up and down with every balanced breath.

when you reach his tailbone, your fingers massage his hips while your thumbs rub over his butt cheeks. a satisfied hum vibrates through tom’s body as you begin to widen his ass. your lips trace gentle kisses on his rear until you softly bite on the thick skin. you lick away any pain and do it a few more times. he shifts, but doesn’t wake up.

soon, his cheeks are completely spread and you slide your tongue in between them. your warm muscle licks around his tight hole, lubricating it with your saliva. he softly gasps, awakening from his sleep.

“baby,” he sighs, voice raspy and crackling. his sound makes you moan, a soft electricity shooting up his spine.

your tongue finally slots into his hole, causing him to clench from the unfamiliar feeling. he sighs again, gravelly as he lets you eat him out. you twist and twirl your muscle as your hands knead the soft skin of his rear. your nose pokes at him as his muscles tense and quiver from the pleasure.

“fuck, y/n,” he moans, breathing no longer calm. the rising and falling of his abdomen gets more unsteady as you move your tongue brisker and deeper in his hole.

he clutches around you and shoots his hand to his rock hard cock. he uses his own pre-cum to stroke himself, helping him get to his release.

his thighs squeeze when your tongue twists with a brutal pace as his high approaches him. he screws his eyes shut and sloppily rubs up and down his twitching cock.

you plop your mouth off of his tense hole and dip your thumb slightly inside.

“are you going to come, tommy?” your eyelashes blink innocently as you see bliss cascade over his features.

his stomach clenches and balls tighten as the white liquid spurts from the head of his cock. rubbing his hole, you bend over and lick away all of his orgasm, cleaning him up. he jerks subtly, sensitive at the tip. you stare up at him, a weary, endearing smile curling up his face.

“how was that, baby?”

“it was… surprising good, darling,” he chuckles as you crawl up his naked body.

he lays on his back as you rest on his chest. you smile happily as your ear feels every beat of his heart.

“you know,” he starts, “i’m feeling a bit hungry.”

“and what would you like to eat, my love?” you rest your chin on the top of your hand as you face up at him. with a smug smile, he gently swipes the hair from your face.

“i’ve got something in mind.”

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[0oolookitsme]

A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland

Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!

Word Count- 912

A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3

Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.

It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.

Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.

Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.

Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.

Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.

She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.

At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.

Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.

That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.

She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.

"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"

"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.

It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.

Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.

"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"

"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.

"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"

This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.

"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.

Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.

"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.

"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.

With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.

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[fanfic-lover-girl]

Android 18 Rant (17 was the better Android twin)

So I have been watching clips from the Cell Saga for nostalgia and to overcome my fear of seeing Imperfect Cell's disgusting cockroach face. Anyway, I was comparing the absorption scenes of 17 vs 18 and looked at how 17 was treated in the story versus 18...and I wish 17 was the android that was kept in the Buu saga instead of 18.

I think my feelings can be expressed in 4 main sections.

Fight Scenes

So 17 had more fight scenes to show his mettle compared to 18. 17 fought against the Z fighters, Piccolo and Imperfect Cell. 18 had her one badass fight against Vegeta and then faded away to sit still and look pretty in the background. And her fight against Vegeta is not truly that impressive. The fight sequence between 17 and Piccolo was way more spectacular.

Scenes Leading up to their absorption

I think Cell's absorption of 17 was WAY more horrific. Imperfect Cell gave 17 a bad beatdown and then we saw his entire absorption process from start to horrific end. When Imperfect Cell begins to transform we see 17 literally falling into the void as he becomes part of Cell. With 18, it's horrible how Vegeta let Cell absorb her and it must have been frightening to see Cell walk towards her mockingly with his tail ready. But I think still 17 has the edge over her. Plus 18's absorption seemed to be way more focussed on Krillin than her. Her "death" is less about something horrific happening to her than Krillin losing a possible love interest.

The narrative coddled 18

Why did no one try to kill 18?! Piccolo's goal was to kill 17 to prevent Cell from transforming. But's like after Semi-perfect Cell everyone lost their game. Besides simp Krillin, no one had any motive for sparing her. Why didn't Tien tri-beam her instead of Cell? His attack would be 100% guaranteed then. Why didn't Trunk blast her to bits when Vegeta was being a total dumbass (that scene did Trunks so dirty)? With Krillin, the show probably wants us to think he sees good in her, but why? Because she kissed him ONCE?? How does Krillin know that she did not enjoy a murder spree after she pecked his cheek? It's the height of foolishness that Krillin risked the whole world because he caught feelings. I doubt Krillin would have hesitated as much if it was 17 instead of 18. She was spared because she was a sexy girl. Lowkey sexism. She was just reduced to Krillin's love interest by the end. His own damsel in distress.

...But I will admit that Krillin would have likely spared 17 too given how he accepted 16 later.

18's Dumbfounded Look Post Cell Appearance

What pisses me off about 18 is how stupid she looks and acts when the time gets rough. The girl could not even bother to step in when her brother was being pounded into the ground by Cell. If you don't care enough about your twin to help at least run away. So many times, she stands around looking like a wide-eyed child when she should be escaping. Part of me thinks she had no self-preservation. Why not flee during 16's fight with Imperfect Cell? And then she takes her sweet time while Tien is risking his life to keep her sorry behind safe when he should have just destroyed her. And then she stands around looking like a blonde airhead AGAIN when Vegeta is fighting Cell. Darn woman, do you want to live or not?! You have the advantage of being undetectable with ki sense. What the hell are you doing?! 17 was a total idiot when he chose to not escape as well but at least he went down fighting. I bet 17 would not stand around gaping like a goldfish if the roles were reversed.

Watching Android 18 just makes me annoyed. She had one moment to shine and then faded into obscurity. The only reason she remained relevant is because she became Krillin's wife. Not that her being his wife served any greater purpose beyond making Krillin happy (and I admit that Krillin deserves his happiness). Unlike Chi Chi and Bulma who gave us useful child characters, Krillin's family is literally a waste of space in the Buu saga narrative. On Kami's lookout when she is arguably the strongest fighter there, it's Krillin, like the heroic guy he is, who goes out to protect everyone from Buu. It's a shame how the androids' unlimited energy just never comes up again. I wish Android 17 stuck around. At least he had a more entertaining personality.

These are my opinions and if you feel differently about 17 and 18 you do you. But 18 is just another DBZ female that ended with a sad whimper.

If I had to choose the best or most badass DBZ female, I would go with Videl or Bulma. Or even Chi Chi or Launch! 18 sure as heck does not deserve the title. I am happy for her and Krillin but that's about it.

#android saga #cell saga #cell dbz #android 17 #android 18 #dbz #dragonball z #android 18 critical #tien shinhan #future trunks #piccolo #imperfect cell #semi perfect cell #the cell saga was a hot mess full of mess ups #krillin #dbz salt #krillin critical

[imhereforscm]

The SCM gods as family members

Disclaimer: Everything below is made purely for fun. I don't mean to insult anyone or assume any person from your family OR ANY FAMILY is a bad person. I also love all of the gods and I'm not trying to drag anyone.

Leon:

• He's the rich aunt.

• He will treat everyone like peasants and will walk around like she's walking on the filthiest floor.

• Glares at any baby at the table for being "classless" and "impure", while her Pomeranian is literally shitting beneath the table as we speak.

• Is so rich, yet she will get you the cheapest hand lotion she can find and will also use it on the way to your house.

Scorpio:

• Emo son that's going through puberty.

• All he wants is to listen to metal and sad songs alone in his room, but NOOOOOO he gotta SOCIALIZE!!

• Will sit at the table with everyone, but will be scrolling on his phone the entire time, because his hormones are already going through enough drama and he doesn't need more.

Teorus:

• The extraverted daughter of the family.

• Has every single social media known to man.

• Will try to take a selfie with the Rich Aunt's Pomeranian and will get a smack.

• Talks loudly on the phone with every one of her friends and trust me...... There are a lot.....

• Will probably run away from the family dinner, because a bestie of hers just broke up with her redder-than-period flag boyfriend and she needs to comfort her.

• Crushing on frat boys.

Dui:

• The sweet grandma every kid loves to visit.

• Has an adorable cottagecore house with a golden retriever, want more?

• Will give the kids all the candies their parents said they can't have and by the end of their visit, she'll send them off with diabetes and a kiss on the forehead, coupled with a pinch on the cheek.

• Doesn't like when the family members fight, so she has a technique.✨

• "My heart... I got upset again..."

• Scares everyone shitless, because everyone loves her, so they comply and for her well being shuts the fuck up.

• She knows of the effect she has on everyone and uses it for peace and greater good.

Huedhaut:

• The academic cousin.

• Was most likely dragged to the family dinner and just trying to be polite with everyone's bullshit, even though what he'd really want is to pull a couple strands so hard, he'd be able to make a wig out of them.

• At some point in your life, your mom asked him to tutor you and now you're sitting there with an aching head, trying to learn one godforsaken history lesson.

• You're not worthy enough to P E E if you don't know what happened on 76 of February at 69:69 am! >:CCC

• The lesson was already confusing enough and he just keeps making it worse.

Ichthys:

• The uncle that was released from jail only a month ago and has probably been or WORKED at a strip club.

• He has met every cop, every inmate and has reviews of all the cells he's INHABITED and jail food he's tasted.

• His mere presence is enough to freak the Emo Son out, but he's the Extraverted Daughter's role model.

• This uncle ACTUALLY causes the Grandma to nearly cancel her subscription to life.

Karno:

• The mom, oh, the poor mom.

• Has to run around and prepare everything, because "GUESTS ARE COMING OVER!!!!!!!! THE HOUSE IS A MESS!!!!!!!!"

• The first person at the table to point out—or more accurately scream: "GRANDMA!"

• Downing that entire bottle of alcohol seems just about wonderful by the end of the day for her.

Zyglavis:

• Like wise ol' Krioff once said: He's the nagging mother in law.

• Will walk into the house and the first thing she'll do is run her finger over a random surface and then inspect her fingertip for any dust and being suspicious in the lack of it.

• The grandma kids are not excited to see.

• If you don't fully sanitise yourself, before stepping into her house, it doesn't matter how old you are. She doesn't give a shit if you're 14, 30 or 2. She can and she WILL shove a hand sanitizer up your ass, while wearing plastic gloves.

• Exclusively listens to classical music and *BOMBASTIC SIDE EYES™* any teenager that listens to any other genre.

• Is probably mother of 3 or more children, but for some reason is still really disgusted in the mere idea of changing her grandchild's diapers.

• You ask if there's candy and she gives you a hard af dark chocolate that has a bunch of white spots on it. And it's not white chocolate.......

• "Back in MY days-"

Aigonorus:

• The grandpa that never moves.

• He just lays there, sleeping.

• The most active anyone's ever seen him, is when the kids accidentally kicked a ball in his face and his head turned forcibly 90 perfect degrees.

• And then his head didn't turn around again and everyone present believed he died on the spot.

• Also had hearing problems and Alzheimer, so he constantly forgets his own age and when you calculate it and try to remind him, he can't hear you and when he finally hears you, he doesn't remember what he asked and everything just goes in a loop.

Krioff:

• The uncle that can fix everything except his eating habits.

• If he has an engineering degree? What kinda question is that???.............. Of course he doesn't.

• He learnt everything out of experience.

• If he tries to play with you, he'll probably just leave you hanging from a tree and tell you to play "surviving in the jungle".

• Definitely the family member who survives the zombie apocalypse.

• Breathes exclusively to be of Sweet Grandma's service.

• He'll help everyone, really, but you're still not GRANDMA.

Tauxolouve:

• The uncle that brings a new girlfriend in every family dinner and the Extraverted Daughter has all of their Instagrams.

• If you need flirting advice, he's there. ;)

• You once asked your mom which side of the family he's from. Your mom's or your dad's. And your mother couldn't remember, so she started asking everyone.

• Turns out no one remembers how you're related to him or if he just accidentally adapted into the family, but he's a cool guy, so everyone just lets him stay.

Partheno:

• The coolest godmother.

• Gets the best gifts.

• Will also give you flirting advice.

• Will basically kidnap you from your parents to take you on vacation and if you ask, she already has over ten suitors for you.

• Or she just manipulates your parents into allowing you to go with her.

• Has HIGH AF alcohol tolerance.

• Shamelessly talks about the most unhinged things and they're all sexual somehow.

• The person that looks like she could own a strip club, but oddly enough and much to everyone's surprise, she doesn't.

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[excitingrbl]

it'll be two years next month...

...that I've been legally divorced.

I knew it was definitely the end in 2016. meaning, there would be no more reconciling or attempts to for the greater good of the family. the other party had some other agenda still in mind because no matter how clear I was that a divorce was needed, I was met with resistance until 2020. that logically tallies up to be only 4 years but I stated that we should get a divorce after we had been married a year. I was told that I was giving up too easily.

if you haven't heard this from anyone else, please listen when I say that choosing to walk away from abuse (doesn't matter the kind; walk away from it) and/or toxic behavior that is not changing is not just giving up. there is no right way to stay in a harmful situation, mentally, physically, otherwise. unfortunately, if your partner isn't leaving visible bruises, scars, or causing obvious signs of neglect, people will minimize your shit. as hard as it may be to get through that alone, I do encourage pushing through.

it'll be two years next month that I've been legally divorced with the ex-husband having a child support decree of $182/per month. since he wasn't working at the time of the divorce, the amount was based on his attained education. since we've been divorced, he's had 3 different jobs. I haven't taken him back to court. he also went back to school and if I'm not mistaken, has completed whatever he returned for so that means more education. I haven't taken him back to court.

because I don't want the hassle of court, as long as he pays what he was decreed to pay, he'll hear nothing from me. does my daughter deserve more support than this? OF FUCKING COURSE. she deserves emotional support from BOTH of her parents. she deserves financial support from BOTH of her parents. before anyone says the $182 IS financial support, sure. however, anyone actively raising a child full-time knows that $182 is insulting to the amount required to provide for a child every month. so when he doesn't pay or pay on time, it's a reminder of how much he doesn't care.

he didn't decide out of the kindness of his heart to give me $182 a month to contribute to the raising of his child. he pays it because the court told him he has to as a result of us getting divorced. during the divorce, I found out that he pays two of the mothers he had children with after our daughter, $200 a piece. even more of an insult that there's not even a thought of rounding up $18. I pause when this thought crosses my mind because if he was truly paying the other mothers $200 a month but didn't even care to send anything for our daughter until he was told he had to, what makes me think he gives a fuck enough to round up? silly me.

why didn't I seek child support prior to the divorce is a question I've been asked here and there. the amount of mental stress required to follow through with everything wasn't ever worth it to me. the paperwork alone is enough to fuel whatever rage I have tucked away to keep moving forward. 21 pages of a document asking the basic of questions but because they're so basic, it's a constant poking of the bear kind of thing. there's also a chance that I will have to prove he's the father, beyond the birth certificate. even more insulting and a reminder that I was once involved with someone who really don't give a fuck about nobody but himself.

I'm also reminded that he's supposed to pay 50% of all our daughter's medical bills. he doesn't because I don't send him the bills. he didn't have a job so what good would it do? we're supposed to tell each other whenever we move and give each other the new addresses. I still don't have a address of where he lives to this day. I even reminded him when I moved. nothing.

these are all things for which I can take him back to court. however, it will be on my dime. much like literally everything else. the divorce he refused for years, included. so I often sit and ask myself "is going to court worth it?" and because he knows this much about me, he "safely" assumes I won't take him to court. stress is a major trigger to my diabetes being unmanageable so these assumptions are no longer safe to make. I shouldn't have to remind a father to pay a crumb of financial support every month. not even once should I have to remind a father to give a fuck, even if it is a small one. especially when no one has to remind me to provide for our child every day, week, month, year of her life.

and when we reduce this entire post down to that, it's clear to see why I asked for the divorce the first time, 10 years ago. no one should have to remind you to take care of anyone you claim to love. if you need reminders, you might also need to sit with your definitions of love and priorities.

#LIFE #divorce #child support #stress #irresponsible #parenting

[tuxedo-rabbit]

Finished Ghillani’s playthrough of the main quest!

Her story was very interesting in a way that was different from Talia’s.

Keep reading if you want a deep dive of her story.

She didn’t want to join the Grey Wardens. She wanted to stay with her clan and search for Tamlen, even though she knew that meant dying. For most of the game Ghillani was resentful of having to not only be a warden, but also being tasked with defeating the Blight right from the get-go. On top of this she was grieving not only the death of her friend, but also the end of her relationship with her clan & whole way of life.

Ghilly hated Alistair in the beginning for pushing the responsibility of leadership on her, had trouble empathizing with his grief over the man that took her life away from her, and hated that he was filling the role Tamlen used to fill in her life without being anything like him. 

She was really just going through the motions of doing the work of being a Warden, without really wanting to be alive or engage with anything or anyone around her.

The first crack was Morrigan.

Ghillani was immediately drawn to Morrigan. They were both isolated from the greater human world and they bonded a lot over not understanding why the fuck human society does things the way they do. Also they’re both extremely pessimistic and pragmatic. Ghillani actively enjoyed her time with Morrigan.

Then there was Zevran. Zevran made her laugh, made her feel a bit like the person she was back in her clan. She started to feel less like a walking ghost and more like a person.

Once Ghillani killed Flemeth, her and Morrigan both realized how much they wanted to be happy with each other. That made Morrigan scared, and Ghillani started feeling guilty for being happy. It was obvious they were both in love with each other and Ghillani refused to break things off when Morrigan asked but..things became complicated between them.

The group traveled to the Temple of Sacred Ashes and Ghillani ran into Tamlen’s ghost. This was literally the worst time this could have happened. She took a huge backstep in trying to process her grief. The only one who seemed to realize how much she was affected was Alistair. After all that, they returned to camp only to be immediately attacked by shrieks and a ghoulified Tamlen. It was a lot! I still can’t believe the game set it up for maximum pain like that! And once again, Alistair was the one to come talk to her about it. Whatever remaining resentment she had towards him melted away.

Despite her feelings of guilt, Ghillani began to try to find purpose in her new life. Surprisingly, the catalyst for this was Wynne. At first Ghilly was extremely annoyed by Wynne, and also distrustful of the whole being possessed thing. After awhile though, all that talk about being trapped in the Circle and finding purpose in it started to resonate with her own feelings of being trapped in the Wardens. It made her consider what being in the Wardens would mean for her long term.

The Deep Roads were the turning point. Ghillani saw just what a Blight infested world would look like. The Blight became more than Tamlen and losing her clan. She was committed to defeating it.

I really, really  thought that Ghillani would harden Alistair, marry him off to Anora, and spare Loghain. After all, her whole thing was being pessimistic and pragmatic, and what worse punishment could there be then being conscripted into the Wardens? But....by the time they got to Denerim...Ghillani liked Alistair! And she’d developed so many friendships that I couldn’t buy that she would say everyone is only in it for themselves. Obviously some weren’t--her friends weren’t (despite what some of them might claim), she wasn’t anymore, and Alistair never was. And truly, I think she wanted to believe in how Alistair saw the world. All honor and goodness. It’s why she wanted to make him king. Pragmatic, strategic kings turned into Loghain. Alistair could never make the choices Loghain did. 

So she showed him kindness instead.

She still tried to make the arranged marriage thing happen...but Alistair killed Loghain and things went to shit. Ghillani trusted Alistair more than Anora, so Alistair became king.

And then he asked Ghillani to stay in Denerim and help him! He told her if exceptions could be made for him to not be in the Wardens, exceptions could be made for her! They weren’t even friends! And he sounded so angry when he told her. She was taken aback but told him she’d think about it. (after all, she really wanted to stay with Morrigan if she survived the whole Blight thing, and Morrigan probably wouldn’t want to live in the castle with Alistair).

At Redcliffe, Riordan explained how killing the archdemon works and Morrigan offered her Dark Ritual. God is that conversation heartbreaking. I think Ghillani was still fighting against the desire to just die at this point? She was reaching a point where she could imagine a future, but she didn’t feel like she really deserved it, or that it could actually happen. Morrigan brought up the subject of having a child together but with Ghillani not being allowed to be part of their family and, wow, that just hit so painfully. But strangely, I think it also made Ghillani realize just how much she wanted to live? To have even a sliver of a chance that she might get to live filled her with joy. I don’t even think Ghillani fully believed the ritual would work (she doesn’t have much trust in blood magic). She just did it in the blind hope that it would, and because it meant Morrigan would be at her side for just a little while longer.

I’m very much looking forward to Witch Hunt to see these two reunited :’(

She ended the game staying in Denerim with Alistair, helping him with the new Dalish alliance as she decides just what she wants her post-Blight life to be.

#ghillani mahariel #this is long and self indulgent #but i haven't written a lot about ghilly and I wanted a summary to come back to! #talia's story was about trying to become a hero when your whole life you were told that you're worthless #and ghillani's story was about overcoming grief and depression #and trying to keep going and finding purpose even when you feel like you can't #very different stories! #and I love both of them #i love that origins has the capacity for this!

[tiptoesims]

wilted daisies | part 2 | marilla

His eyes flicked to his sister, who was above ranting on & on about how he destroyed their family. Honestly, he’d heard it a thousand times, it was old news he’d long since moved past. The world was better for the sacrifices he’d made, and he’d do them all again without a second thought. Because of the changes and work he’d done, because of the war he’d waged, his girls had a future. If he’d not gone after the cure, if he’d not undergone the transmutation ceremony, his girls would have had a seventy-five percent chance of being born sirens.

Anything was worth saving them from that fate.

And the people of Sulani? Some literally bowed when he walked past, they were so thankful for saving them from a life surrounded by loved ones turned cold. He was humbled by their gratitude, and forever thankful that the Sages took him in to save his people.

So this rant from one person? This disgust from a few former sirens?

It was nothing but noise.

Marilla ceased her ranting, finally, jumped down from her perch, and Morrow finally got a good look at the sister he’d not seen since she was a teen.

And it broke his heart.

“What have they done to you?” Came his stunned question.

“I have been reborn, brother!”

Her hands were thrown up in jubilation, skin was bruised and cracked, grin too big, teeth too sharp, and blood… blood was flowing from her mouth in a slow, steady stream.

“No.”

His heart ached as he looked toward her neck, at the control crystal wrapped around it, the magical infection corrupting the blood and body of its wearer.

“The choker you're wearing, it’s-”

“Boosting my power! Changing me into someone who can take you down and end your worthless life!”

“No, Marilla, please listen-” The desire to save her, to free her from the manipulation of a bitter spellcaster pounded at him.

“No! You listen, brother! You aren’t the only one who has undergone a transmutation ceremony. And now, with all this power, with this stone enhancing everything I am, you are about to be ripped apart piece by piece!”

Her smile was bitter and hard as she spewed hate filled words.

His mind flashed back to the little girl she’d once been, mischievous and full of laughter, love, and promise.

He’d been too late to save her. And watching the way the corruption crawled up her neck and down to her heart… he knew it was hopeless to try now.

“And once I’m done with you, I’m going to start on your family, specifically the little doll you are trying to hide back there. I will shred her skin, rip her bones, torture her soul until even you feel it from the afterlife!”

His eyes flashed with magic and ire, any thought of redemption for her was lost at the words she spat his way.  Magic crackled in his palms, and only the sound of responding magic from his enemies kept Morrow in check.

“But enough talk, big bro, it’s time to die.”

And with a gleam in her crazed eyes, Marilla lunged.

________

Morrow was at a disadvantage far greater than the dozens of enemies surrounding him. Far more than the fact one of the most powerful spellcasters to ever exist was standing near and ready to attack.

His greatest disadvantage right now was the fact it was his baby sister who was attacking him.

Morrow went on the defense, but with every swing of her supernaturally fast fists, with every crack of lightning thrown in his direction, he only saw his baby sister.

Giggling and splashing during her first swim with dolphins. Hiding with him from their mother’s wrath, her little body shaking as she begged him to hide her. Pulling pranks with him during town gatherings, her eyes lit with joy as she stared at him with love. Holding her tight in the middle of the night when she woke with nightmares. The way light slowly died from her eyes when puberty hit. The slow progression of siren blood corrupting her once pure soul. The look of disgust and betrayal as she was hauled away screaming after their mother’s arrest.

He was fighting a war within himself, and he knew he had to get it together in order to survive.

It was too late for her.

But it wasn’t too late for Elsie.

He forced himself to forget who Marilla was.

She was the enemy.

And he could not exert too much strength and power on her. She was the least powerful of those surrounding him.

But his enemies were wise, they knew him, they knew his heart, and he had to overcome this disadvantage if he was going to save himself and his family.

He dodged attack after attack.

Then saw his opening.

With a cry of heartbreak, he threw a spell at his sister that he knew she would not recover from.

Marilla was a distraction, he knew that. His child’s life depended on his heart hardening as he fought for both of their lives.

The crack of his baby sister’s body hitting the volcanic rock had Morrow shuddering, but he shut down his emotions and glared at the powerful creatures surrounding him.

This was not going to be easy.

#sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #joylegacy #kirajoy #joylegacygen1 #joylegacygen1wilteddaisies

[jostenneil]

and tbh i feel like saying talia’s only personality trait is loving bruce just completely dumbs down her character and how she’s lived her entire life more or less being controlled and told what to do or believe in by her father, like bruce is her First glimpse of envisioning the possibility of a life for herself outside of those constraints. she never actively goes against her father until she meets bruce and she eventually literally says that she would rather die in bruce’s world than live in ra’s’s bc she realizes how harmful her father’s world view is! it’s one thing for a character to be portrayed as a lovesick puppy with no other dimensionality and maybe you could say that’s true of talia’s first few issues, but she’s developed fairly quickly into someone whose personality traits also encompass wanting to do good and protecting innocent people and taking a stand for what’s right bc that’s just who she is! she’s a compassionate person and meeting bruce makes her more sure of herself in that and to act like she’s just a one dimensional love struck girl is a disservice to what denny o’neil envisioned with her character’s creation

#talia al ghul #dc #mine:meta #i’m shutting up now i swear i’m just. so annoyedjdbkdnd #like talia is not one dimensional at all when you frame her behaviors and actions in context of her backstory #and frankly some of this criticism just feels like people shitting on the idea of love as a defining personality trait #like. she’s not weak for loving bruce and often bc she loves bruce she makes rly morally conscious decisions #she literally walks away from him more than once for the greater good #so to act like her love is only one dimensional or a misogynistic weakness is so weird

[gonzo-rella]

Inadequate (pt. 1) | Jamie Tartt (ft. Keeley Jones)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

PART 1, PART 2 

Relationship(s): Jamie Tartt x insecure!gn!reader (romantic), Keeley Jones x insecure!gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: When comparing yourself to the people around you, you always seem to fall short. After all, your role of Rebecca’s personal assistant is hardly something to brag about. That’s why Jamie Tartt asking you out takes you by surprise, and leads you to needing Keeley’s support.

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of food/eating, mentions of extreme insecurity, references to alcohol consumption/getting drunk. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 2.2k

(A/N: I based a lot of this on my own feelings, but hopefully it’s something that people who aren’t me can relate to.)

Considering she was Jamie’s ex-girlfriend, perhaps you should have thought twice before you asked Keeley to have lunch with you to talk about what had happened. But, in your defence, Keeley was always the best person to have around in these kinds of situations.

You were sat opposite one another in a cafe, your partially-eaten toasties in hand and your steaming cups of tea sitting in front of you. Keeley’s curious gaze was almost searing as she watched you stare at your lap.

“Babes, are you actually gonna tell me what happened?” Keeley asked, covering her mouth because she was still chewing. “You’re freaking me out a bit.”

“Oh, sorry.” you apologised, finally looking up at her. “I didn’t say anything weird without realising it, did I?”

She shook her head as she swallowed the mouthful of toastie she’d been eating.

“No, it’s just...usually, you never really give a shit, you know?” Keeley explained. “But, right now you’re giving more shits about whatever Jamie said to you than me when I got food poisoning two years ago.”

“Thanks for that one, Keels.” you muttered, nose scrunched up a bit.

“Yeah, well, you get the point.” Keeley said, taking another bite of her toastie. “So, what the hell did Jamie say to you to make you literally run away from him? Tell Auntie Keeley.”

You looked down at your lap again, glanced back up at Keeley for a moment, then finally settled on fixing your eyes on your tea.

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You made your way to Ted’s office, the box of whiteboard markers Rebecca had asked you to deliver to him in your hand.

Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how you looked at it), your journey involved walking through a locker room full of half-dressed footballers, who, amidst raucous laughter, chanted your name jokingly, as was their unofficial tradition when you walked by. It was reminiscent of being a shy kid in secondary school who had won the favour of a group of popular kids.

You entered Ted’s office without knocking.

“Rebecca told me to bring you these pens.” you said, going to place them on his desk.

Ted held his hands up, indicating he was ready to catch the box that you had no intention of throwing to him.

“There was a reason I didn’t do GCSE PE.” you stated, quickly realising he probably had no idea what a GCSE was.

“C’mon,” Ted said, readying his hands to catch the box. “Come at me.”

You huffed in defeat and threw the box at Ted, and he miraculously caught it. Despite the fact you were less than 2 metres apart, you were quite surprised that you’d managed to throw it without failing spectacularly, and settled on calling it an achievement.

“I suppose rounders club in primary school really payed off, eh?” you joked, once again realising you were using a term that would have been unfamiliar to the American coach. “Anyway, I’ll be off. Good luck with practice.”

“See ya, N/N.” Ted called after you as you left.

You walked back through the locker room, relieved to no longer be the focus of the team, who were now chatting amongst themselves as they tied their laces, pulled up their socks and yanked their shirts over their heads.

An even greater relief flooded over you as you stepped outside, the kind of feeling you get after leaving a game of dodgeball unscathed.

“Oi, Y/N.” a familiar Mancunian voice called out to you. You turned around and found Jamie Tartt jogging over to you, walking in the opposite direction to his teammates, something that only some of them had realised at this point.

“Jamie? What’s up?” you asked, glancing between him and the other Richmond players, half of whom were now looking at the pair of you. Even Ted, Coach Beard, Roy and Nate were watching. You noticed Nate saying something to Ted, only to be ignored.

Being watched like this caused an inferno to spread across your cheeks, and you wondered what Jamie had to say.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You folded your arms and furrowed your brows.

“Are you alright?” you questioned.

He swallowed his saliva.

“Yeah, yeah. Fine.” he stated dismissively. “I just...”

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t seen Jamie like this before. Usually, what was on his mind rolled off his tongue like a ball down a hill, but whatever he had to say wasn’t leaving his lips with such ease, leading you to believe it was something significant, something so big that it had gotten caught in his throat.

“If you can’t say it, you don’t have to keep trying.” you tried with an awkward shrug. “And, it looks like everyone’s waiting for-”

“I really like you.” Jamie blurted. “It’s not because I think you’re fit. I mean, you’re still pretty fit, but, like, I dunno, I like who you are too, probably more than how you look. That doesn’t always happen for me.”

You stared blankly at him. Your mind felt empty, or maybe too full to function. His words ricocheted against the walls of your skull in a rhythm that matched your frantic heartbeat. The childish, or perhaps even primal, instinct to run overtook you, and before you knew what you were doing you had turned around and legged it.

This was probably one of the few times so far in your adult life that you had actually ran, which showed in the lack of grace in how you moved, the lack of speed in your sprint and the fact that you had begun to run out of breath alarmingly quickly. You had no desire to find out how many grown adults had just seen your embarrassing attempt at running, so your eyes remained fixed ahead of you.

The cold morning air no longer hit your face as you made it inside, but you received a number of puzzled glances as you stood Blair Witch style staring at the wall, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

The walk back to Rebecca’s office was a slow one. As you walked, you pulled out your phone. ‘Fancy going out to lunch later?’ you texted Keeley.

‘Sure,’ she texted back. ‘You can tell me what’s wrong when we’re there.’

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“Oh,” Keeley said, eyes wider than you’d ever seen them. “Wow.”

“‘Oh shit’, more like.” you commented drily. “Not only did Jamie Tartt tell me he fancies me, I ran away from him like he’d just threatened me with a bloody machete.”

“Yeah, that is pretty bad, isn’t it?” Keeley replied, face scrunched up awkwardly. “Do you usually do that when people tell you they fancy you?”

“I don’t usually have people telling me they fancy me,” you answered. “Especially people like Jamie Tartt.”

“Why do you keep calling him by his full name?” Keeley questioned with narrowed eyes.

“Well, he’s a footballer.” you shrugged. “You don’t call David Beckham ‘Dave’, do you?’”

“Yeah, but you’re better mates with Jamie than David Beckham.” Keeley replied.

“I wouldn’t exactly call Jamie a ‘mate’.” you said.

“You got pissed with him a couple of weeks ago, right?” Keeley pointed out. “Surely that bumped him up to ‘mate’ status?”

You looked at her, bewildered.

“Is that how you measure friendship?” you questioned. “How do those teetotal people make friends, then?”

Keeley huffed in mild frustration, tapping her index finger against the table irritably.

“I just mean it’s not like you’ve never spent any time with him outside of work.” Keeley said. “Plus, I’ve gotten drunk with you enough times to know you’re way more friendly and open when you’re hammered. He deffo thinks you’re mates after that.”

“Of course he thinks we’re mates after....” you quickly trailed off, though ‘after’ was enough to dig yourself at least a shallow grave.

Keeley sat up excitedly, an eager smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, earning a couple of glances from some of the other customers. “I knew you were lying when you said nothing happened! Did you guys shag or something?”

“No!" you practically hissed. 

“Kiss?” Keeley asked hopefully.

“No.” you answered more calmly.

“Did you let him hug you?” Keeley demanded. “No fair! You never let me hug you.”

“No, I didn’t hug him,” you sighed. “And, for the record, I’ve let you hug me...at least seven times.”

“Then, what happened?” she asked with knitted brows, disregarding the latter part of what you had said.

You sighed in exasperation, knowing you’d end up having to tell her sooner or later.

“We went back to my flat.” you revealed. “We ended up talking until the morning. We were both sober by about 4, but we kept talking until we both had to head off for work. 

“I haven’t talked like that with anyone in ages.”

Keeley beamed at you, which caused you scrunch up your nose.

“No, no. Please don’t smile like that.” you said, which only caused her smile to grow.

“Why not?” Keeley replied innocently. “That’s legit the cutest thing I’ve heard at least all week.”

“You do realise that we’re talking about your ex boyfriend?” you said emphatically, expecting her to be at least a bit annoyed with you.

“Yeah, my ex boyfriend.” Keeley retorted. “I’m with Roy now. I’m not bothered what Jamie gets up to, even if it’s with one of my besties.”

“Well, there’s nothing to be bothered about,” you insisted dully, now refusing to make eye contact with Keeley. “And there won’t ever be anything to be bothered about.”

You felt the warmth of Keeley’s confused and concerned stare.

“Huh? What do you mean?” she asked. “He’s told you he fancies you. All you need to do is explain to him that you Usain Bolted away from him because you were nervous or something and that...”

She paused for a moment, looking at you as though she were analysing your face.

“You do fancy him, right?” Keeley questioned.

“It doesn’t matter whether or not I fancy him.” you returned. “I’d rather be...suffocated by my own feelings than be with Jamie Tartt.”

Keeley looked deep in thought for a moment, as though she were solving a difficult maths problem, but she ended up looking back at you.

“I don’t get it.” Keeley said with a soft shake of her head. “He fancies you. I’m 95% sure you fancy him. What’s the problem?”

“Oh, God,” you grimaced. “I’m gonna have to say it and look like a mega emo, aren’t I?”

Keeley still looked confused, much to your chagrin. 

She just didn’t get it. 

You couldn’t blame her for not getting it. Being Keeley Jones, one of the fittest women you’d ever met (as well as a former model), was vastly different to being you, a fairly average-looking PA. The problems you each dealt with when it came to dating were vastly different, and you each had to worry about vastly different things.

The thought of explaining these problems to Keeley was mortifying, but you decided that telling her the truth would save her a bit of worrying.

“I’m not the sort of person that footballers are supposed to go out with. I know it. Everyone else knows it.” you explained. “It doesn’t matter how much I like Jamie because I don’t think I could deal with any of that.”

Keeley pouted and looked at you sadly. She reached across the table and held your wrist reassuringly.

“Come on, babes, don’t be so down on yourself.” Keeley argued. “All that should matter is how you and Jamie feel about each other. Just ignore all the judgemental tossers.”

“It’s not just everyone else who’s the problem.” you sighed. “I don’t feel like I’m…good enough for Jamie.”

“There shouldn’t be a ‘good enough'.” Keeley countered. “Not when you’re both decent people who obviously like each other. If he wasn’t interested in you, he wouldn’t have asked you out.”

“Alright, maybe that’s true, but saying it doesn’t change anything in my head.” you said, trying your best to not sound rude.

Keeley looked at you silently, her heart sinking at your words. She realised that, no matter what she had to say, she couldn’t change how you felt about yourself. Perhaps no one could change how you felt about yourself.

“If you've already figured out what you want to do, then why’d you ask me out to lunch?” Keeley quizzed.

“Because, I wanted you to tell me I’m being a colossal arsehole.” you admitted. “I deserve it.”

“You’re not a colossal arsehole. It’s not like Jamie’s entitled to you or anything.” Keeley contended. “I just don’t think it’s all that healthy to deny yourself happiness like this just because you’re insecure.”

“It’s not just about me being insecure. There’s other stuff.” you returned. “I know what kind of a guy Jamie used to be. I mean, when you were dating him, he cheated on you, and you’re the sort of woman everyone who wants a girlfriend would want as a girlfriend. If he felt the need to cheat on you, why wouldn’t he cheat on me?”

“He’s changed, N/N,” Keeley said. “He really has.”

“I know he has,” you sighed. “And I feel like a right twat not giving him a chance. But...it just won’t work. People like me and people like him aren’t supposed to be together. What’s the point in even trying if I know it’s just not gonna work out?”

She could tell you were holding back, at least to an extent. This was only the tip of the iceberg, and she could tell that this wasn’t an easy choice for you to make. It wasn’t like you were overjoyed at the prospect of rejecting Jamie.

Keeley was pretty depressed after hearing all of this: you, on the other hand, didn’t seem sad (to Keeley’s surprise). More than anything, you were demoralised and jaded by the reality you believed you were trapped in.

“Bloody hell, that got a bit bleak, didn’t it?” you said in a light tone upon seeing Keeley’s somber face. She didn’t say anything. You glanced at your phone. 

“I think we’d best get going in a sec.” you tried.

“Yeah.” Keeley responded, forcing a smile. “Let’s head off.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #keeley jones x reader #keeley jones #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #x reader #x gn!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral!reader #romantic #platonic

[demonsandmischief]

Something Special

Marvel - Bucky Barnes Imagine

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader,

Soulmate AU

1.6k Words

You can meet your soulmate in your dreams but you can't speak to them and you lose most memory when you wake up, but for some reason your soul mate has never met you there. You're certain they don't exist, until one day.

A/N: I imagine this taking place during TFATWS :).

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"What do you mean you've never met your soulmate in your dreams?" Sam Wilson asked his friend Bucky.

"I have nightmares, Sam. That is no place for them to be," Buck argued, taking a rag to wipe the blood off of his vibranium arm.

"But they probably think you're dead."

"It's just better off that way," the stoic man finished, his steely eyes meeting Sam's.

"I don't think you're willing to admit that you are scared to try," Sam said, his voice dropping to a softer tone as he leaned forward.

Bucky sighed. "Of course I'm scared. I am not what anybody wants for a lifelong partner," he whispered, dragging his flesh hand down his face.

"Bucky, that's not your choice to make." He stood up, walking away to let him think it over.

Bucky had heard stories of how people meet their soulmate in dreamland. It was a common occurance, but when he had first tried during World War II, he never got a response. There was no way he could even have one now. He was 106 years old after all.

Yet, when he went to bed that night, he decided to push his thoughts aside and focus on calling for you.

You had been waiting for your soulmate to meet you, but it had been years and never once did you hear anything back. You just figured you didn't have one.

Until that night as you were drifting to sleep, it was like a tingling sensation that drew you in. Your eyes were closed, yet it was like following a rope deeper into the darkness of your head.

At the end, was a man. He was tall and stern, and even though you were dreaming, you could feel his presence.

His facial expression remained masked when he saw you, but even you could see his dark eyes widen slightly. You couldn't believe it, after all this time. You searched his body for any distinguishable features, but only found a blurring image. It was going too fast and you were already waking up.

Bucky couldn't believe he saw you on his first try. Plus, seeing you meant no nightmares. Instead, he had a new longing to look for you, and when he woke the following morning he scrambled to write something down before he lost it.

"Shit," he groaned miserably, only managing to write down brown eyes. Most of the population has brown eyes.

"Someone's in a mood," Sam grinned when he caught sight of Bucky's deep frown, deeper than usual that is. He took another bite of toast. "We've got to move on this next lead. Be ready in five."

"Seriously, what's up with you?" Sam asked genuinely when they both were on the plane ready for their next destination.

"I took your advice-"

"Wait, wait. You took my advice?" Sam smiled widely.

"Yeah I took your advice," Bucky said sharply. "And I saw my soulmate, but I can't remember anything about her."

"You know that's just part of the gimmick. You'll figure out a way, Buck," he said sincerely, standing up.

Bucky couldn't be sure. If he dragged this out for too long, there was a possibility that you would find out who he was and never want to meet him. He wouldn't blame you for that.

---

You felt like you were floating in clouds the whole day. For your entire life, you had seen people meet their person, and as you got older, you realized that the chances of you not having that were becoming greater than actually meeting them.

You didn't know what had changed, but you spent the entire day trying to come up with a plan to finally meet the handsome man you saw in your dreams.

You couldn't remember much. You tried to write or sketch him when you woke up, but all you got was blue eyes.

You wondered if you appeared to him in the same clothes you slept in, and if so, maybe you could fold a note in your pocket. You weren't sure you would even be able to remember it was there. Either way, it was worth a try.

The following night you were so excited you were certain you weren't going to be able to sleep, but you managed, and sure enough there was your broody man.

He gave a wave. His lips twitched up slightly, brightening all of his sharp features.

You reached into the pocket of your sweatshirt. You didn't know why, but you had the longing to do so, and you pulled out a small sheet of paper.

You stepped closer to the man, and placed the paper in his palm.

Y/N, Y/L/N, Your Address

Bucky didn't know how he managed to remember all of that once he woke up. He stared down at the scribbled piece of paper in wonder. Could it really be?

You were probably better off without him. He had not been a good man for most of his life, and you deserved more than him.

That's how Sam found him, sitting on the floor lost in thought, the paper scrunched in his fist.

Bucky relaxed his hand so his friend could see the writing. Sam blew out air, and sat down in front of him.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked as gently as possible.

"She deserves so much better than me."

"You can't decide that for her, Buck. You've kept her waiting long enough." Sam stood up, but spoke once more. "I'll get the plane ready if you change your mind. I think we both deserve a detour."

----

You were on pins and needles the whole day. You truly wondered if your man got the message or not. You could just vaguely remember holding his hand, which means you must have given the paper, but you couldn't be sure. You were just willing someone to knock on your door.

Yet, as the day passed you grew less and less confident. If he remembered the note, surely he would have tracked you down by now. Unless he didn't actually want to track you down. Your thoughts were a swirling mess.

You didn't have any dreams that night. You woke up in cold sweat, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach. You felt nauseous. Was it you who ruined everything? Maybe he knew who you were already and decided to pass.

You weren't sure you had the energy to get up and go to work, but you forced yourself to start moving. Your thoughts were only going to get worse.

----

The two men were quite far from the states and Bucky couldn't stop thinking as they made the long trek. For once, these thoughts were not dark flashbacks, they were a bit hopeful. What if she accepted him?

He felt bad that he couldn't sleep. He desperately wanted to see the girl of his dreams, but it just wasn't going to happen. Even Sam kept unusually quiet.

When they finally landed, it was evening, and the pair parted ways. Bucky would finish the journey alone and he was a nervous wreck, even though all of his emotions remained masked.

When he arrived at the address, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door... except there was no answer. He considered his options. He could have messed up the address, or maybe you gave him a fake one. What was he supposed to do now?

He was so lost in thought, he didn't even notice you pulling in.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you saw the handsome man standing on your doorstep. All of the dreams you had forgotten came rushing forward.

"Hi," you greeted timidly. He was huge up close, definitely taller than you. He wore mostly black, leather gloves on his hands. His features were sharp and familiar from the dream.

He flashed a nervous smile that only lasted a second before his face went blank once more, "I was worried I had the wrong place."

"Yeah, sorry, I was at work," you said, shuffling a bit as the silence consumed you. You had dreamt of this moment, literally, yet you didn't know what to say.

"I'm Bucky," he said, his tone much softer as he looked at you, soaking you in.

"It's great to finally meet you. I'm Y/N, but you know that," you blushed. "Do you want to come in? I can make dinner or we can order something?"

"Okay," he nodded, following you inside. You realized he was very stern and very observant. Combined with your quiet and shy personality, you were quite a match.

"Do you want something to drink?" you asked from the kitchen, pulling ingredients to throw something together for you both to eat.

"No, but thanks." Bucky sat on the stool by the island unsure of what to say or do, but he enjoyed watching you. There was something very positive about you and your home. It felt good.

"Can I ask about the gloves?" you ask curiously, throwing some chicken in a hot pan.

It seemed like you didn't know who he was. He slowly pulled off his gloves, revealing his metal hand.

"Woah, cool," you said, moving closer. "Can I touch it?"

Bucky furrowed his brows, "I guess."

You couldn't help yourself. It was so smooth and shiny, and you giggled happily.

"I guess you can't feel it," you said, reaching for his flesh hand and tracing just like you were on the metal.

He couldn't have been happier to have the stupid arm at that moment. He loved hearing your laugh, and feeling your fingertips gave him goosebumps. His shadowed mind seemed almost calm in your presence, and he knew just from being around for a short time that you were going to be his addiction.

You dropped his hand, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. Your lips quirked automatically, and you were relieved to know the tension was finally broken.

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A/N: aw yay I love this. Here's part 2 :))

#bucky barnes #bucky imagine #sebastian stan #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws imagine #tfatws #soulmate au #bucky barnes soulmate au #james buchanan barnes #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian Stan #sam wilson imagine

[guzhuangheaven]

Guzhuang Appreciation Month: badass dialogues

(but in the novel)

legend of ruyi :: ep 5 // ep 78

This drama is so amazing, demonstrated by these two scenes. Here you have Ruyi and Hongli watching the same play at two different stages in their lives. In episode 5, they are still clearly in love and are happy watching the play together, leaning lovingly against each other and moving in unison as one. They are also being watched fondly by Aruo, who has yet to have ideas of betraying Ruyi. Many years later, in episode 78, we have Ruyi and Hongli watching the same play, but they are physically far apart and their emotional distance from each other is also clear on their faces. They are literally being divided by the presence of Ling Yunche standing between them.

I find the parallel between the closeups of Aruo and Ling Yunche the most heartbreaking, because Aruo, despite how happy she looks for them in ep 5, would eventually try to break Ruyi and Hongli apart. And yet for all her efforts, she never succeeds because Hongli never actually believes her. On the other hand, Ling Yunche never tries to get in between Ruyi and Hongli, but just the mere presence of him is enough for Hongli to drive a wedge between himself and Ruyi. The presence of Aruo and Ling Yunche in this scene drives home the stark contrast in how the relationship has deteriorated between Ruyi and Hongli, and how Hongli went from trusting Ruyi despite all evidence against her to believing the worst of her despite no real evidence. 

What is even more heartbreaking is the play they are watching. It’s not made very clear in the drama, but the plot of the play has great significance in the novel. The play they are watching is called 墙头马上 / Over the Wall and Atop a Horse. The play is based on the poem 井底引银瓶 Silver Vase at the Bottom of the Well by Bai Juyi.

The poem by Bai Juyi, writes of a broken relationship/friendship where two people once lived happily in harmony, then one person wronged the other, causing the other person to leave and never come back; the relationship is thus severed. 

When the poem was adapted into the play 墙头马上 / Over the Wall and Atop a Horse, the play tells the story of Pei Shaojun falling in love at first sight with Li Qianjin when she was standing by a wall and he was on a horse riding by her house. The two then eloped, and lived together for seven years, having two children together, before they were discovered by Pei Shaojun’s father. Upon the discovery, Li Qianjin was condemned for getting into a clandestine relationship and Pei Shaojun caved to parental pressure and divorced her. She went back to her hometown. Many years later, after having achieved political success, Pei Shaojun went looking for Li Qianjin again, and just happened to discover that the two of them were actually engaged as children. In the play, they then reunited, got remarried and lived happily ever after.

There is however a plot point in the Ruyi novel, where Qingying does not like the ending of the play, feeling that the happy ending was forced. In the novel, Hongli and Qingying only know each other in passing at first. Then on the day that Hongli chooses his wives, Qingying is made to attend by her aunt. Before the selection ceremony, everyone is invited to watch a play, and Hongli chooses Over the Wall and Atop a Horse. Qingying, because she dislikes the happy ending, asks the theatre troupe to change the ending of the play so that in the end, Li Qianjin does not actually get back together with Pei Shaojun but stays firm in her resolve to end the relationship between them. After the play ends, Qingying leaves before the selection, but Hongli becomes intrigued by her changed ending and chases after her. This conversation below ensues, in which you can see clearly how Qingying’s belief on the matter stayed constant with her through the years. In fact, she practically predicts her own fate later with her changed ending.

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Qingying stepped lightly ahead, her gown fluttering in the breeze like a white butterfly in flight. Aruo’s face was robbed of all colour and she was crying in despair. “Gege, what is wrong with you? Everything was well, why did you change the ending of the play? If Huang Hou Niang Niang hears about it, what will you do?”

Qingying shrugged. “At most, Aunt will just scold me a little. I just don’t like that ending. Today, I finally got to see how it should be played out. I’m so happy!”

“Gege might be happy,” Aruo said miserably, “but today is the consort selection. If Gege you are not chosen, then what would we do?”

Qingying’s aunt had already intended her to be the Third Prince’s bride, and now that was not successful, she should be pushed to the Fourth Prince instead? If they needed this one forced marriage to prolong their family’s glory, would that mean all women of the Ulanara clan were little better than slaves? It would be better this way. Regardless of whether she succeeded at being chosen to be a prince’s consort or not, she got to see things done her way, for once.  

She only managed a few steps more when suddenly a voice called behind her. “Qingying Meimei!”

No one had ever called her that before. Everyone in the palace simply called her “Qingying Gege”. Curious, she turned her head to find that Hongli was chasing after her.

Thinking that he must wish to reprimand her, Qingying made herself as small as possible.

Hongli only laughed. “I chased after you to comfort you. Xiyue Gege was rude in speech, I feared that you would be offended.”

“Offended? About what?” Qingying asked in a low voice. “Fourth Prince, do you mean to mention the fact that I was rejected by the Third Prince?”

Hongli nodded, frowning. “I only fear such talk will destroy your reputation.”

Qingying laughed, all her teeth showing, against all rules of decorum, which seemed to astonish Hongli.

“I don’t care!” she declared. “There are many things that women can’t necessarily decide for themselves, such as marriage, or family. But at least, I can decide whether to mind those mocking talks, whether to care about them and let them hurt me.”

Hongli looked sad for a moment, whispering, “Your family…” But then he trailed off. Then, with a humourless smile, he said, “Over the Wall and Atop a Horse is the play I chose myself, why did you not like the ending and asked them to change it? I pick a plum blossom, lean against the wall. / You ride off among the bending poplars*. Is that not a lovely image?”

“Yes, it is very nice, it’s just…” Qingying thought a moment then said, “Over the wall and atop a horse we gaze at each other. / I know you, too, must be heartbroken*. From this beginning, the play is full of conflicts, ups and downs, all very compelling, yet in the end, there is a forced happy ending, everyone is forced to be happy, I really don’t like it at all.”

[* excerpts from the poem by Bai Juyi]

Hongli looked displeased, asking, “To be able to mend a broken mirror, husband and wife reunited and at peace again, is that not good?”

“When Li Qianjin was being insulted by Pei Shaojun’s parents, he did not protect her. He watched her leave in humiliation and did not stop her, as if all the love and years they shared did not matter. Such a heartless and weak man who dares not protect his woman, why would Li Qianjin want to get back together with him?”

Her voice was soft, but also full of conviction. Even though it went against Hongli’s beliefs, he wanted to keep her talking.

“To be reunited and together in harmony is the wishes of all families on earth. If Pei Shaojun is willing to start over, why would Li Qianjin not forgive him?”

“Why must a woman always forgive a man for his failings? Wouldn’t that teach the man that it doesn’t matter what hurt he causes? I don’t care, if he hurt her, she shouldn’t forgive him.”

“Women must be soft and gentle, and give into her husband. If she sacrifices a little, bears a little hurt feeling, they can be reunited, isn’t that happiness?”

“If she must be hurt, must sacrifice herself for this forced reunion, then it is already not a good marriage,” Qingying said stubbornly. “In my eyes, Li Qianjin is a woman who is willing to walk away, to severe the relationship, because all trust is gone.”

“If she walks away, wouldn’t that mean she spends the rest of her life alone? Everyone has their own difficult moments, if Li Qianjin is so stubborn, Pei Shaojun is put in a difficult position too.”

“Who isn’t in a difficult position?” Qingying asked. “If the woman can understand the man’s difficulties, can a man not understand a woman’s pain of being cast aside and humiliated?”

Hongli thought for a moment then laughed. “Qingying Meimei, you are much too unbending.”

Qingying merely nodded. “It’s better to live the rest of your life alone, rather than live to old age with someone who already betrayed you once. So it might be harmonious today, but if a conflict arises, what is to say Pei Shaojun will not just forsake Li Qianjin again? It is easy to change mountains**, that is the principle here.”

[** there is a Chinese saying that it is easier to change the course of rivers and shapes of mountains than to change the character of a person… aka old habits die hard but with more stakes.]

Hongli still did not agree with her logic. “Women should place obedience before all and be pliable. If she does not restrain herself and be more accepting for the greater good, then she would just suffer.”

“If one must accept being humiliated for a so-called happy ending, then I don’t want that kind of happy ending,” Qingying repeated.

“Then is Over the wall and atop a horse we gaze at each other so easily forgotten?” Hongli asked, astonished.

Qingyin turned and stared at Hongli. “If it is not easily forgotten, then why didn’t Pei Shaojun protect Li Qianjin? Hasn’t he too forgotten how they once loved each other when he cast her aside?”

Hongli could not argue against her, and finally admitted defeat. “Meimei, you really are something, I don’t know what else to say.”

Qingying laughed in delight.

“Meimei,” Hongli said, stepping closer to her, “you argued so animatedly, you must love Over the Wall and Atop a Horse. Why don’t we go back and hear the play again?”

Qingying hesitated, thinking that it would be a great loss of face if she were to return now. But Hongli was looking at her so earnestly, she found it hard to immediately refuse.

“I’ll go back first, and prepare good tea to wait for you.”

He said ‘wait’, as if he would not move the day along if she did not come. Her heart softened, and she suddenly stopped in her path.

…

[And then of course Qingying comes back to attend the selection. Hongli, who had originally intended to choose Langhua, changes his mind and chose Qingying to be his di fujin, but then Yongzheng interfered and put a stop to it… But the play is one massive foreshadowing plot device that doesn’t get explained much in the drama, but packs a punch when you read this scene.] -h

#legend of ruyi #如懿传 #cdrama #perioddramaedit #cdramanet #cdramaedit #gifshistorical #guzhuangappreciation #gzh #ruyi zhuan #qing dynasty #perioddramasource #asiandramanet #onlyperioddramas #ruyi's royal love in the palace #meta #ruyi meta #ruyi novel #translation #parallel #//

[evienyx]

DSMP Citizens POV- Part 1

I've seen a lot of the memes going around, but I'm not funny enough to write that, so here's my addition to the trend :p

This is part one, because I had a lot of fun with this and want to do it more.

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DSMP Citizen POV Masterlist

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Sometimes, it was odd for the residents of the Dream SMP to be reminded of the fact that the constant state of chaos that their server was in was not, in fact, reflective of every server.

"Why did we move here?" One woman in Snowchester whispers to another as the sirens go off for yet another nuke test and they duck down into their bunker.

The other shrugs. She doesn't have an answer. No one does.

Things started out all right, the people supposed. There weren't any wars, at least. Some of those who lived on the server before the Revolution could remember back far enough to tell you about the first true conflict, between Dream, the creator of their home, and TommyInnit, a sixteen-year-old who could yell shockingly loud, even for a teenager. Dream fought against Tommy and Tubbo (yet another teenager), and it seemed to all be in good fun.

Some will tell you now, though, that the signs of tension were already there, and when Wilbur Soot joined, those tensions only escalated.

One moment, things on the server were normal, the next, there was a Revolution.

"Did anyone else hear Dream shouting about 'white flags' this morning?" One person would ask their friends, and receive nods in return. "Anyone know what it's about?"

"A Revolution," one would respond. "Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are starting a new country."

"Oh," the first would hum. "How long until they get completely crushed?"

"Eh, I give 'em a week."

It was only a week, but it did not end the way anyone thought it would. Instead, L'Manburg gained its independence after TommyInnit gave up his discs once he lost a duel with Dream.

"Is the L'Manburg cabinet missing someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Anyway, did you hear that Dream just declared that Eret is to be crowned king?"

"...Can he do that?"

"He's Dream. He can do whatever he wants."

After the Revolution, when the server finally had more than one ruling faction, more than one place to live, things seemed to pick up a bit. President Soot, with Vice President Innit (VP Tommy, the people called him), ruled over L'Manburg, and called it a place of freedom. When word spread to other servers, people came to see for themselves.

And often, they stayed.

It was peaceful, for a while.

"President Soot announced he's holding an election," one man said to his wife one day.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Said it was for democracy." The man snorted. "He and Innit are the only party running, though. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me."

"Darling, I know you're still salty about losing the war, but there's no reason to talk bad about a child," his wife said.

The man wrinkled his nose. "Still."

It was peaceful during the campaign.

For a while.

Then, though, Quackity announced that he was running for president, with GeorgeNotFound, best friend of Dream himself, as his running mate.

"This feels like a sitcom," one girl says as she watches the debate reruns with her friends.

"At least it's entertaining," her friend replies, shoving popcorn into his mouth.

And, for the people of the Dream SMP, from both L'Manburg and the Greater SMP, it was entertaining.

Until the election results came in, Schlatt was declared the winner, and President Soot and VP Tommy were banished.

"Dude, dude!" One teen says to their friends, running up to meet them on the Prime Path.

"What is it?"

"I just saw Technoblade join the server!"

The arrival of the Blood God shifted something in the people of the Dream SMP. When he joined Pogtopia, the rebellion being led by the two ex-leaders of the country, the people felt something settle within themselves.

All of a sudden, choosing sides wasn't as simple as where you live.

It was what you care about.

As the son of the ex-president burned down the old flag, the people of the Dream SMP, of (L')Manburg and of the Greater SMP, realized suddenly that they had to make a choice.

Without even wanting to, without doing anything to deserve it, they would have to fight.

Some people went to Pogtopia, some stayed in Manburg, some in the Greater SMP. Those in the latter two stayed where they were because they wanted to stay out of it.

It didn't change anything, in the end.

In Manburg, they watched their president (Emperor) fall further and further into alcohol, yelling at his cabinet and talking of expanding into territory that they had no right to.

In the Greater SMP, murmurs of King Eret's attempts to assist the Pogtopia rebels filled the alleyways.

In Pogtopia, people sat and watched the decline of the man that they had all once believed in. As Wilbur Soot slowly devolved until he was no longer recognizable as the man who had once led people to freedom, the residents of Pogtopia ate potatoes farmed by a man famous for his bloodlust and pretended that they were sleeping somewhere warm.

The day of the Manburg Festival, though, things felt better. Other than ex-president Soot and ex-VP Tommy (Wilbur and Tommy, the two insisted. No one listened), everyone, even the rebels in Pogtopia, were invited to attend. The people wandered through the stalls playing games, watching as Soot's son attempted (in vain) to drown Technoblade, buying food, and chatting with people from other factions, friends and family that they hadn't spoken to in weeks.

When the time came for the speeches, before the true festivities were set to begin, everyone was feeling good about the day. People congratulated Secretary Tubbo for a successful event, and offered him small words of encouragement for his speech coming up. The teenager would grin at all who spoke to him, and looked (rightfully) proud of how well he organized and decorated the festival.

Secretary Tubbo gave his speech, and people clapped, and then fell silent as President (Emperor) Schlatt laughed, asked for his Vice-President's assistance, and encased the teenager in a cage of concrete.

And then he called Technoblade to the stage.

And then, in front of the people of the Dream SMP, a teenager was executed in a spray of color that shot toward the sky.

Fireworks rained down on the people in the stands, then, and, regardless of where they were from, the people of the Dream SMP ran.

The Pogtopia ranks grew that day, and a nineteen-year-old who claimed to be a doctor without showing any credentials forced four other people to help her heal VP Tommy after he fought Technoblade in a pit, egged on by a man who once might have called himself his brother.

"How is this kid not dead yet?" One of the helpers asked, looking at the unconscious teenager's face.

"Pure spite?"

The first hummed. "Sounds about right."

One day, a bit after the festival, the people of Pogtopia woke to find Vice President Quackity walking through the ravine as if he owned the place.

One resident was noted to rub his eyes, blink three times, and then say, "It's too early for this shit," before heading back to bed.

A surprising number of people followed his lead.

Finally, the day of November 16th came, when Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit vowed to take their country back.

"I heard President Soot is planning to blow up L'Manburg," one Pogtopian woman mentioned to her friend as they suited up and prepared to fight, as they had signed up to be part of the forces.

"That's stupid," her friend replied.

"Bet you ten diamonds he blows something up."

"Fine."

As the country of L'Manburg blew sky-high, one woman was seen following another, screaming that she wanted her diamonds.

When Pogtopia won the war, the forces from both sides sat outside of the remains of the van as President Soot, VP Tommy, Secretary Tubbo, Dream, Technoblade, and many more, all piled inside to confront Emperor Schlatt.

They emerged fifteen minutes later, and Dream announced to the crowd that Schlatt was dead.

There was no time for the news to sink in, as they played hot potato with the presidency, going from VP Tommy to Wilbur Soot to Secretary Tubbo.

"President Soot is leaving, do you see that?"

"Probably going to the river to celebrate the win, if you know what I mean."

"Literally shut up. Never speak again. I hate you."

As the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo finished his speech, the people felt a wave of relief wash over them. Maybe the server could finally be peaceful once more.

Then, there was the tell-tale hiss of explosives under their feet, and the people ran as the ground beneath them fell away.

Stories of what happened next are conflicting, to say the least.

Words of President Soot dying in the explosion, of him turning the blade on himself, of another man killing him.

"He had wings," people who saw the man said. "Blonde hair, a green hat and robes. He stabbed Soot with the guy's own sword."

Technoblade apparently gave an incredible speech, and anyone who was there to witness it lamented that they hadn't recorded it.

Then, two Withers flew through the sky, and blood ran down the newly-exposed stones, and people who had never experienced death on the server before finally knew what it was like to die.

Afterward, though, when the anarchist had fled and the ex-President lay dead, President Tubbo, with VP Tommy by his side, stood and addressed the people, and made promises of a brighter future, and the hope and determination in his eyes was enough for the people to hope that maybe he was right.

("Whoa, cool wings, dude," a resident of L'Manburg said to their newest neighbor, a man in green with wings, burned across all the feathers, sprouting from his back. "Wait, what happened to them?"

"Oh, I was protecting my son from the explosion," the new resident replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Is your son all right at least?"

"No, he died just a few minutes afterward. His last life, too." The man sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably deserved it."

A beat. "What did he do?"

"Well, you may have heard of him. Wilbur Soot? He was the president here before Schlatt, I believe."

"...Holy shit, you're the bird man that killed President Soot!"

"Yeah, mate, that's me."

"...He was your son?"

"...Yeah."

"...What the fuck is wrong with your family?")

#dsmp citizen pov #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp citizen memes #these memes have been the funniest thing stg #theyre bringing some good laughs to me at the least #anyway this one was a little angsty and a little long-winded #i wanna do one soon that is more direct #like from the pov of one particular person #when i have time i will bc this was really fun #mcyt #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dsmp citizens #tubbo #dream

[elvish-sky]

How Gandalf and Pippin Put Aside Their Differences for the Greater Good {Faramir x Reader}

A.N: OK GUYS- i literally tied my hand to my sister’s to figure out some of the logistics of movement for this. She thinks I’m crazy now. But I loved this request! I’m currently catching up on requests and also dealing with some personal issues, and I haven’t been happy with anything I’ve written in a really long time, but I’m really happy with this! It would mean so much to me if you guys liked it too, I put so much work into this and I’m so proud of it!

also- a thousand thank you’s to @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth for giving me an idea for this fic. i appreciate you letting me use it so so much. thank you.

Requested by @raineeace on Tumblr: Your recent request you wrote was beyond cute! You’re an amazing writer, so catch me reading the rest of your LOTR content !! I also wanted to request something as well! Can you do a Faramir x Fem!Reader and Gandalf and/or Pippin try to get them together? I loved the how you wrote Aragorn as cupid, and I wanted to ask if you could make these two matchmakers as well? Lots of fluff please and I can’t wait to see what you come up with! :)

Word Count: 2,334

Pairing: Faramir x Reader

Summary: You and Faramir have been mooning over each other for months, but nothing has come of Pippin’s efforts to get you together. What happens when Pippin enlists the help of a certain wizard?

Warnings: Fluff, Humor

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How Gandalf and Pippin Put Aside Their Differences for the Greater Good {Faramir x Reader}

Pippin leaned over the banister, watching you and Faramir walk together below. You smiled at something the man said, then nodding your head goodbye and walking away. The hobbit watched as Faramir stood there, watching you go, looking oddly lonely.

Pippin had been watching/trying to get you and Faramir together for a while now. He had first noticed the chemistry and romantic tension between you when everyone was gathered waiting for Frodo to heal, and decided to do something about it. Now, months later, nothing had happened. Pippin thought that at this point neither of you was ever going to confess your very obvious feelings for the other.

At least, not without some extra help.

“Come on, Gandalf, please?”

The wizard shook his head, “I cannot believe you are still going on about this.”

“They need the help,” Pippin told him, “Plus, getting them to admit their feelings to each other would help them, and ease your exasperation with the two of them for walking in circles around each other!”

The wizard shook his head. “I’m not going to help you with this!”

“It’s for the greater good! Can you really stand to see the two of them mooning over each other all the time?”

“That’s true. It’s getting ridiculous,” Gandalf sighed, “Fine. I’ll help. Where do we start?”

Back in your room, you lifted your head from your desk as a loud, hobbitish whoop rand through the air. You chalked it up to Pippin hitting another elf, probably Legolas, with an apple, and returned to your work. You hoped that it wasn’t Legolas that Pippin had hit, because the last time that happened Legolas had promptly eaten the apple, and Pippin had bemoaned the loss of his snack for weeks.

That night, you left your room, closing the door behind you and setting off down the hallway. You’d barely made it fifteen feet when another door opened right in front of you and Faramir came rushing out, crashing into you.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there, I feel terrible!”

“It’s okay!”

You shuffled your feet, nervous to be so close to the person you’d been in love with for months.

It was also weird how close your rooms were- Aragorn had given everyone from the Fellowship and friends special quarters after his coronation. You could understand why the hobbits’ rooms were so close together, but wondered why Aragorn had placed you and Faramir almost directly across from each other. Probably because the two of you worked together the closest on negotiations with the other kingdoms.

Eventually, Faramir broke the silence with an awkward laugh.

“So, late to dinner?”

You smiled, glad he’d spoken first.

“Yeah. I got so focused on drafting that new trade agreement with the Iron Hills that I didn’t realize how low the sun was.”

He nodded. “I completely understand, I’ve done that far too many times, working on something like that or staying outside the city for far too long.”

Laughing, you looped your arm through his. “We should get to dinner before Aragorn yells at us.”

You entered the hall together, pushing open the doors to see your friends all seated around the high table. Dinners with the group had started when everyone was waiting for Frodo to heal and wake up and had just continued on, everyone reluctant to give up the time spent together.

Letting go of Faramir’s arm, you took your usual seat between him and his brother.

“What prompted you two to arrive together?” Boromir winked at you as he whispered.

“Huh? Oh, we just bumped into each other in the hall.”

“Sure, sure,” he smirked as he spoke.

“Pass the potatoes, please, Boromir.” You were determined to change the subject, and, happily, it seemed to have worked.

What you didn’t notice was Gandalf staring intently at you and Faramir, muttering something under his breath as Pippin watched gleefully.

You yawned, pushing your empty plate away with a groan.

“I’m stuffed. And tired. I think I’ll head to my rooms.”

Everyone said goodbye, and you pushed back your chair and went to stand.

But you couldn’t.

There were handcuffs on, one on your wrist, and the other on Faramir’s. And they hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“Who handcuffed us?” You were bewildered.

“Gandalf…” Faramir glared at the wizard.

Gandalf glanced behind himself, and, seeing no one, turned back around with an innocent expression.

“What could I have done to make this happen?” He gestured to your hands, still handcuffed together.

Faramir said, “I don’t know, but it had to have been you!”

“Ask yourself this, Faramir. What motivation could I have possibly had? I think one you probably just ran astray of something else?”

You sucked in a deep breath.

“Okay, then, how do we make it stop?”

“Only time will tell,” the wizard nodded sagely.

“What are we supposed to do until then?” You exclaimed.

“Just stay together? Do everything together?” Pippin looked all too pleased by this.

“Fine. C’mon Faramir.”

The man rose, and together you marched out of the hall, handcuffs clanking, never moving further than five inches apart.

Once in the hallway, you turned to Faramir, panicked.

“What do we do? We’re stuck five inches, or less, apart from each other for Eru knows how long, we both have important duties.”

“And there’s going to the bathroom, and sleeping, and eating..” he was just as freaked out as you.

You turned to each other.

“What are we going to do?!”

“Y/N, Faramir, chill.”

You tried to turn, but the clanking and tug on your wrist stopped you as you spun the wrong way, twisting yourself with Faramir.

“Ok, no wait,” he backed up, accidentally taking you with him.

“Here, go this way, move your hand left.”

“No, no, my left, my left.”

“Spin this way?”

“You go under, I go over?”

“Aha! Yes, that worked!” You high-fived each other clunkily, and turned, making sure to bring your arms over your heads so that your hands fell back again.

“Oh, Pippin! What were you saying?”

Pippin smiled at Faramir. “I can help.”

“Would you mind telling us how?”

“You just have to accept it!”

“WHAT?” You screamed in unison.

Back in the hall, Aragorn winced at the echo of the yell.

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” He questioned the wizard.

“Of course not,” Gandalf replied, “but it was not mine. It was all Pippin, and if anything goes wrong that’s who we’ll blame.”

Legolas chuckled. “Alright then. We’ll leave it all on Pippin.”

Boromir raised a mug of ale. “TO-”

He was cut off by a resounding shush, and, chastened, began again.

“To Y/N and Faramir”

Everyone echoed the sentiment, quietly, and clinked their mugs.

Back in the hallway, you and Faramir were glaring at Pippin.

“You want us to just live like this?”

“Yes! You’ll be fine, maybe it’ll wear off soon, and maybe you’ll learn something.”

“Ughhhhhh,” you stormed away, dragging Faramir behind you.

Approaching your door, you were suddenly stopped when Faramir halted behind you.

“What?”

He shuffled his feet. “Whose room are we staying in?”

You considered. “Which one is bigger? We’ll need all the maneuvering space we can get.”

You walked together over to your doorway, poking your heads inside before moving back to his.

“Yours.”

“Mine?” He asked.

“Yeah. You have more space and a bigger bed. Let’s just go back to my room so that I can grab a few things if I’ll be staying with you indefinitely.”

“How are we going to do this?”

You stared at Faramir’s bed.

“I have absolutely no idea.”

You hadn’t thought this situation could get any more awkward, but there it was. The crown jewel of awkwardness, coming out to torment you. It had been bad enough attempting to change into your nightclothes, which you’d managed by turning your backs to each other to put them on, and only wearing one sleeve. But this was worse.

You decided to just go for it, and climbed into the bed, sliding under the sheets. Your movement pulled the handcuffs so that Faramir went with you, and you ended up on one side of the bed, him on the other, hands cuffed together in the center.

“This is not very comfortable,” Faramir observed.

That was true. You were lying flat on your back when you always slept on your side, and you were literally handcuffed to another person. Unable to stand the absurdity of it all, you broke out into laughter.

Faramir joined in, and you laughed together until you had tears in your eyes. His smile was so bright in the dimly lit room, and you could listen to his laugh for a thousand years without getting sick of it.

When the laughter subsided, you decided nothing could be more uncomfortable than the position your body was currently stuck in.

“Do you usually sleep on your side?”

Faramir nodded, looking a little confused.

“Ok. I’m going to try something, it’s going to be really awkward, but we might actually be able to sleep.”

“I trust you, Y/N. Whatever you’re going to do will be fine.”

You smiled at him, internally still freaking out that you were sharing a bed with Faramir. But there was no time to panic, your shoulder was killing you.

Taking a deep breath, you flipped so that the handcuffed arm was now underneath you, chain stretching up to where Faramir’s arm hovered.

“Would you be alright with putting your arm over my waist?” You wanted to make sure he was comfortable with all this.

Craning your neck, you saw a faint blush creeping up his face in the dusky light.

“Only if it’s ok with you,” he seemed nervous.

You were too, but you nodded and felt him slowly settle his arm around your waist.

Once it was there, his hand gently hanging near your stomach, you both relaxed, letting out sighs as the tension left your bodies simultaneously.

And then you giggled. Again, because this was just too ridiculous.

He laughed too. “You alright?”

You nodded, the movement of your head bumping into his chest as he sucked in a breath.

“I’m good.”

It took a while for each of you to fall asleep, brains spinning with thoughts of the person next to you. But eventually, you did.

It was the best you had slept in years.

The next day, the two of you began to figure out how to go around with your hands stuck together. You ate by spooning the food into each other’s mouths one at a time, which you were pretty sure Boromir was sketching to memorialize forever.

You blinked your eyes open the next day to sunlight streaming through the windows, and soft breathing behind you. Carefully, you turned around so that your hands now rested between your bodies.

Faramir’s face was glowing with the light of the morning sun, hair spread on the pillow. You’d never seen him so peaceful, and he looked gorgeous like some Vala come across the world to Gondor.

Unable to resist the impulse, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

You quickly moved back, only to notice that the weight on your hand was gone.

You looked down.

The handcuffs were gone.

“Faramir! Faramir!” You shook him awake.

“What, Y/N?” He asked groggily.

His morning voice was perfection itself, and you had to bring yourself back to reality.

“The handcuffs are gone. Look!”

He shot up at this, looking down at his now-free hand.

“Wow! We should probably go let Gandalf know.”

You nodded. “Meet you in the hall in ten minutes?”

He gave you a thumbs up, and the last thing you saw as you closed the door was Faramir marveling at his now-free wrist.

Later, in the room that Gandalf had claimed as his office right next to the large hall where you usually ate, you sat together.

The wizard inquired, “What exactly happened?”

“The handcuffs were gone when I woke up,” Faramir told him.

“That shouldn’t have just happened. They were supposed to disappear when a physical manifestation of your affection for each other happened.”

“You did this?” You were outraged.

“Yes, Y/N, I did.”

Sensing that you were about to interrupt in outrage again, he added on.

“It should have been a physical manifestation of affection that was not circumstantial because of the handcuffs.”

You sighed, knowing what it was.

Faramir turned to you. “Do you know what it could have been?”

You stared straight at the floor.

“I… kissed your cheek when I woke up this morning.”

He blinked at you, shocked. Gandalf discreetly slipped out the door.

“You just looked so handsome in the sunlight with your hair glowing and I couldn’t resist and I’m so sorry and I’ll leave Gondor right now and never come back and what you must think of me no-”

“Y/N.”

You stopped rambling, looking at Faramir. He leaned closer to you, and in the depths of his eyes, you saw nothing but love. He paused for a moment, head tilted as if asking for your permission.

You nodded your head.

Faramir moved closer, tilting your chin up so that his lips met yours, kissing you oh-so-gently. Then somehow you were standing, lips still touching his as he surged closer and kissed you harder, like all the passion and feeling in the world was just pouring out of him and into you.

Finally, you broke apart, smiles on both your faces.

“I think I love you.,” you said, then clapped a hand over your mouth.

Faramir smirked. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

He pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you too.”

You gazed at each other for a few moments, before you grabbed his hand.

“Now, let’s go kill a wizard.”

Opening the doors to the hallway, you saw said wizard suddenly disappear.

You corrected yourself.

“Let’s go kill that wizard once he returns from wherever he’s hidden himself.”

Faramir laughed. “Let’s kill Gandalf later. For now, would you like to go for a walk?”

You smiled at him, looping your arm through his and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Lead on, my love.”

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Trophy Wife Aesthetics for Black Women

“Hi! What do you think are the non-negotiables of being a trophy wife? Aesthetically. For black women. I think white women have a different level up journey.”

I was asked this question in a chat but I wrote so much information that I figured I should share my response with you all as well. I’ll try to make this as concise as possible. 

I’ll start by saying that aesthetically, Black women have to be more than cute. White women are considered beautiful just for being white, we don’t get that privilege, you know? However, being beautiful isn’t the end all be all. There are plenty of black trophy wives that aren’t naturally “beautiful” but they present well. Presentation is everything kind of like food. It may taste great but you may not even want to touch it if it’s presented poorly. 

Here are my personal non-negotiables: 

1. Keep your hair done. This doesn’t mean keep your hair in a weave or wig 24/7. You can be natural too. One of the more affluent men I dated actually preferred my natural hair over wigs. But make sure it’s well taken care of, always. Deep condition, moisturize, detangle etc. Use clips in if you need the extra volume. If you’re going to do weaves and wigs, make sure your closure is “undetectable”. Keep flyaways in order with an oil or mousse. Carry a brush and comb with everywhere to touch up every now and then but not in front of him if possible.

2. Your skin has to be pretty taken care of as well. If you’re his wife, you’re going to be waking up to him every morning. I don’t believe in waking up earlier than my man to put on light makeup and stuff. Men aren’t even worth that lol. But DO try to achieve great skin so that you still are pretty when you wake up. Doesn’t have to be perfect. Many people don’t have perfect skin. But make sure you’re washing, toning, moisturizing blah blah. I’m starting to follow the 10-step Korean skincare routine. It’s on my blog If you guys want to check it out. I’ve been investing a significant amount of time in learning what acids do what and how they can address my specific concerns. Good skin overall just makes you look wealthier too. So on “no-makeup” days, you can just do eyebrows, and lipgloss and mascara if you don’t have lash extensions and still look put together. Affluent men tend to enjoy outdoor activities, there will be times when you don’t wanna be in a full face but you can if you want to. The same goes for skin on the rest of your body as well. I shower about two times a day so I moisturize my body two times a day. To moisturize I use a mixture of oils, shea butter and regular lotion. I moisturize my hands every time I wash them too. Once or twice a week, I do a full-body exfoliation. I have a dry brush that I use and occasionally, I opt for a scrub instead. 

3. Take care of your teeth - Straight white teeth against melanated skin is >>>>. Plus it makes you look prettier, more put together, and of course, wealthier. Straightening teeth is expensive but a worthy investment. If you can’t straighten now, just whiten and take good care of your teeth in the meanwhile. Brush twice daily, floss daily, and whiten throughout the week. 

4. Keep your nails done. Can’t be too long or else we’re considered “ghetto” I usually go about medium length but a lot of blogs will suggest short. My man loved my medium length nails lol. I usually go for softer colors like baby pink, sometimes white. If I’m not able to go to the salon, I clean and file my nails down to an even length and paint them with a clear polish. It’s hard to make a mess of clear polish and my nails still look nice and shiny. I pop collagen pills to improve their strength because I naturally have weaker nails that break pretty easily. 

5. Wardrobe. Try to build a timeless wardrobe with a lot of basics you can build on and mix and match. For example, blazers are a staple for me. I wear them with jeans but I can mix them with trousers too. Then I have hella basic bodysuits I can wear with either combo. An easy trick for me is to buy a ton of neutrals. I’m not a big color person so it’s easy for me to shop this way. However, do not let my preferences deter you. Black women own color, if this is your style, go for it full throttle but be tasteful. I usually go more colorful on vacations. There are tons of articles out there on how to build a good wardrobe though. 

6. Stay in shape - I won’t say there’s a specific body type you need to have but take care of your body. I’m still working on working out consistently but because of skinny privilege I’ve been able to lack in that department and still be perceived as “fit”. Currently, I try to do flexibility stretching and exercise on Monday, Wednesday & Fridays. Stretch on weekends. If you get cosmetic surgery like a BBL, breast job etc. make sure it’s fitting for your frame. 

7. Lastly, this doesn’t apply to aesthetics but I feel as though black women have to DO SOMETHING to be snatched up as trophy wives. We don’t get pulled into that position just for being pretty as often as white woman do. For example, Alexis O. Of Reddit wifed Serena Williams who is the best tennis player in the world. Not some random girl he thought was cute. Prince Harry wifed Megan Markle who was not only a successful actress but also had an outstanding educational background to match. Janet Jackson married billionaire businessman, Wissam Al Mana. Now of course, many of us aren’t that successful yet but hopefully you get the point. Men in positions of higher status want to know that you can fit into his lifestyle and don’t have beans for brains. Having something going for yourself also gives him something to invest in. Men like to feel needed or helpful but not used. 

Additionally, owning a business or working in corporate greater increases your chances of mingling with men in positions to make you a trophy wife. There’s a reason why college sugar babies are so successful but for women past that stage, have a career, have a small business. Do SOMETHING. It also creates a safety net for you as well. Men can be unpredictable and can do horrible things. I read an article once about a man who hid his entire fortune in offshore shell companies when him and his wife were divorcing so that she wouldn’t be able to get anything. It took her lawyer literal years to untangle that web of shell accounts he spun. Running your own business or even having a solid set of skills saves you in the event of the worst of the worst. Your life shouldn’t crumble to pieces if this man decides to divorce you. Same goes for even being the spoiled girlfriend of a wealthy man. Having a wealthy boyfriend or husband is one thing, knowing how to use him as a resource is another. Girls who truly win at this game walk away from these relationships with more than a few handbags and a baby. 

Good Luck Ladies! 🥂

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