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chaoticbardlady99 · 1 year ago

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I Triple Dog Dare You (Astarion x F!Reader) (Part 2 to Pinkie Promise)

CW: Angst, mentions of trauma, mentions of sexual trauma, mentions of bullying, mentions of parental death, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of voyeurism

Both titles have been inspired by the song ‘School Nights’ by Chappell Roan

Dedicated to @amica-aenigmata-naboo - thank you for demanding a part two 😂

Part 1: Pinkie Promise?

✨this has been proof read once and I have been awake and working since 3 am. It is not 10:04 pm. Please help✨

You finish your letter by folding it into thirds and then writing ‘Star’ on the back. You take a deep breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth- reminding yourself that you already know he likes you back, you are just taking that last extra little step. You also can’t attempt to write this letter again- this is your 8th draft, the others turning into flames in your hands very quickly.

You want to ask Astarion to be in a serious relationship with you. You have only been seeing each other (as far as you know) and you’ve spent almost everyday sleeping with him in his tent since you had ventured into the Underdark. Most of the time- you don’t even have sex. You stay up talking together and sharing soft kisses- no clothes, just intimacy. You adore those moments immensely.

Life around camp has also been good- everyone is finally beginning to get along. Shadowheart and Lae’zel even silently respect each other now. It feels like one big happy family and you are grateful for them when this whole journey feels far too big and scary.

Recently, you and your crew have been playing an ongoing game of “Triple Dog Dare”. The only rule is you can’t dare someone in the middle of a battle or a serious mission. Otherwise- it’s all fair game and if you decline to do it, you have to take the darers’ guard duty or help them with a chore. The chores were limited to one task and it can’t be taking down a whole tent + equipment- the one time Astarion had to take down Gale’s tent had been disastrous. The dare had been to allow Gale to take you on a date- Astarion shot back with a “I triple dog dare you to swallow my fucking knife wizard.” All parties (minus Astarion) agreed that this dare was not to be followed through on.

The game has had… less than favorable results. Watching Wyll and Karlach streak across the camp while you were piss drunk was awful. Oh and the time Gale almost died because Wyll dared him to spy on the two of you for 20 minutes. You hadn’t heard his thoughts, but Astarion had. His head had shot up from between your legs with a furious look in his eyes. Astarion had covered your naked frame up quickly with his shirt (his trousers still on) and chased after Gale until he pushed the man into the freezing Underdark water.

The group then had to make a few more rules people didn’t realize they had to make. In Gale’s defense- Wyll didn’t specify and Wyll is a real snob about which chore he gives the person. It’s also the worst chore and usually includes de-stinking his boots. You are almost positive Wyll does this on purpose as repayment for all the headaches this groups’ shenanigans has given him-oh and the horns.

Karlach triple dog dared you today to finally confess your feelings to Astarion. You had gawked at her and then dared her to do the same with Dammon. You shook on it and it was done.

Finding out that Astarion’s life is in far more danger than any of them had realized shook you to your core. You are tired of wasting time being afraid to ask him what you already know (or at least hope you know). You are silently grateful that Karlach has given you the push you needed (you doubt she would have actually made you do anything- she wouldn’t put you on blast like that).

It just never felt like the right time in the past. Having your life be in constant danger is kind of a romance killer and you aren’t sure how the hell you are supposed to do this.

Do you court him? Do you ask him to court you?

You ultimately settled on just flat out telling him your feelings- politics be damned. It’s not like you were welcome in High Society anyway.

Now you are in the safety of Last Light Inn and it feels like the right time to bring this up. You worry that waiting any longer will result in him looking for someone more serious or maybe you would always just be a person he slept with during the journey to his freedom.

You hope you are more than that and you are almost positive you are. The way he looks at you, kisses you, and talks to you is so genuine- his eyes are always so soft and so are his lips. He protects you and you protect him. You adore him and you think he adores you too.

So naturally, walking up behind him and Shadowheart talking isn’t a nerve wracking endeavor to you. This is all going to go off without a hitch!

Or so you thought.

Your ears twitch and you barely hear what they say to each other, but you do. Gods you wish you hadn’t.

“You are insufferable, Cleric.” Astarion groans, “I already told you my answer.”

“Oh please- you follow them around like a lovesick puppy. You can’t honestly tell me you have absolutely no feelings for them.”

Shadowheart takes a long sip of her pint and raises an eyebrow at him. You remain in the shadow- your heart thumping out of your chest. Maybe he’ll say a lot of wonderful things about you? Maybe your hopes will be-

“Nope, not a single feeling outside of my carnal desires,” he says nonchalantly, “that’s all it’s been and they know that.”

Oh.

You feel all the air leave your lungs as you crumple your letter and shove it in your pocket. You don’t know why you insist on listening further.

“Then I triple dog dare you to go talk to someone and take them to bed. You will have no problem bedding that Harper who keeps giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes- I’m sure.”

Oh please no.

“You offend me- that’s hardly a challenge,” he says while standing up, sauntering over to the Harper that is eyeing him.

You promptly turn around and hurry out of the building. You can’t breathe. You should have known better.

You had always been Tav the Guillable, the Plain, the Insufferable, etc, etc. You had been thrown at your aunt and uncle when your parents passed. Your aunt and uncle lived in a nice Human only city and you are a ‘filthy half-breed.’

One of the boys in your Archery class found out you had a crush on him so he asked you to meet him by the river. You showed up with wild flowers for him- something your mother told you Wood Elf’s do to show affection. He showed up with your entire class- all of them laughing at you for being stupid enough to believe he liked you and then his future partner beat the shit out of you before throwing you into the rushing water. You wished you hadn’t survived, but a nice family who was tolerant towards Half breeds saved you. Your Aunt and Uncle were pissed. Admittedly, so were you.

They treated you terribly- constantly trying to marry you off to old men who you would turn away with your boorish behavior.

You really thought you had it right this time. Everything felt so natural and right- like you had been made for each other. What did you not pick up on? What did you miss this whole time? How could you have been so blind?

You pick up your bedroll on the way out- you were all going to sleep on the floor of the inn with the rest of the Harpers and Refugees, but you couldn’t pretend you wanted to be near Astarion like he does with you. You aren’t ready to confront him- you aren’t ready for the pretty illusion to be completely shattered and swept under the rug yet. You were just getting used to being someone he loved and now the whole world is crumbling underneath you.

It was barely anything- obviously- so why does it hurt this much?

You find yourself in front of Damon’s metal shop and he’s talking to Karlach. You clear your throat and they both look at you. Karlach suddenly looks concerned when she sees the look on your face.

“Could I sleep above your shop tonight?” You say with a strained voice, “behind the hay? I just… need to be alone.”

“Sure thing- it’s all yours.”

You smile gratefully at him and begin to climb up the ladder.

“Do you want me to tell Fangs, Soldier?”

You can hear the question in her voice. She is your best friend after all.

“No- please don’t,” you smile at her sadly, “I would prefer he doesn’t know where I am.”

Karlach nods in understanding, giving you a sad smile, and you go behind the hay and lay out your bedroll. It smells like him and you don’t know if that’s helping or hurting at this point, but you are mostly too tired to care.

Your heart hurts as you try to find sleep. You throw the crumpled note across the little loft and silently begin to cry.

At least you knew what it felt to give and receive love- even if it was false and unrequited the entire time.

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Astarion is barely present for the conversation with the Harper male who is trying to impress him into bed. Astarion is only thinking of you and how much he wants to get this over with so you can find a more secluded spot together. Every morning to every night feels like far too long to wait to have a tender moment with you.

Astarion imagines leaving lingering kisses along your collar bones and your cheeks. He thinks about how he desperately needs to rebraid your hair. It’s been frizzy and unruly from all the fog- the baby hairs sticking out all over the place. He also needs to patch up your armor again- your Meilikki Cleric Armor ripped apart from the events of yesterday.

Mostly though, he wants to spend the off day tomorrow with just you. Astarion wants to find somewhere to hide or even just rent a room so that you can just be in each other’s presence un interrupted by the world. Astarion’s heart glows at the thought of the sexless intimacy you share. He’s so happy it’s not a priority to you- it’s allowed him to do things at his own pace and as he wants to which is very freeing to him.

Astarion had finally admitted to himself that his plan had well and truly failed- he has fallen for you very hard.

He doesn’t know what possessed him to lie to Shadowheart. He mostly just didn’t want to be pressured to leap forward. Astarion isn’t sure if you want to be something real with him and he also doesn’t know if you are hell bent on being a proper noble woman who marries a proper noble man. It would break his heart if you rejected him and Astarion has no desire to feel that way. For now, Astarion will bask in his peaceful ignorance.

The Harper man eventually scowls at Astarion and tells him to fuck off if he isn’t interested. Astarion goes back to Shadowheart with an annoyed look on his face.

“Fine- you win, Cleric,” Astarion scowls, “I have feelings for them. I couldn’t even give that man a moment of my attention because I couldn’t stop thinking about them so if you will excuse me-“

Shadowheart squeals in delight and Astarion rolls his eyes. Astarion walks around the entire inn and property- you are nowhere to be found. Astarion is beginning to become more and more worried. Astarion is pacing out front when Karlach and Dammon come up to the Inn- ready to hit the sack.

“Karlach,” Astarion says, a bit more panicked than he means to, “where is Tav? I’ve been looking for them everywhere and I can’t find them!”

Karlach looks suddenly uncomfortable and like she definitely knows where you are.

“Karlach if you know where Tav is-“

“I do!” She says exasperated, “but they specifically asked that you don’t know and I don’t blame them! You gonna go fuck them and pretend to have feelings for them again for the billionth time?”

Astarion is stock still and horribly confused. What in the hells is she talking about? Karlach shoves a piece of crumpled paper into his hands and shakes her head at him.

“You know- if you are going to fuck with someone’s feelings,” Karlach tries to keep her patience, “maybe don’t pick the nicest person in the room. Honestly Fangs- fuck you. I thought you were better than that.”

Astarion is at a loss for words- which is very rare for him. He slowly unfolds the note- hoping it might put some of the pieces together.

Star,

I have really come to enjoy your company and our time together.

I am quite smitten with you and I’m too nervous to say this out loud, but I would like to be able to call you my partner (in a romantic sense)- if you return my feelings, that is.

If not, no worries. All I want is for you to be happy.

-Tav

The pieces click together like a haunting tune.

You had heard everything that was said between him and Shadowheart. Obviously you didn’t stick around for the important part, but Gods you must be heartbroken.

Astarion has to assume you were hiding somewhere in Damon’s shop if Karlach is the one who knows where you are. He had been avoiding the shop initially so that Karlach could have her privacy with Dammon. Now it’s fair game.

Astarion quickly walks towards the shop and as soon as he enters- his ears pick up your quiet sobbing. Your thoughts are loud and unguarded- his words playing in your head over and over again. You are wondering why you aren’t good enough. Astarion finally sees what you have refused to show him- your parents are long gone, despite the fact that you talk about them as if they are waiting for you to come home. Your Aunt, Uncle, cousins, and an entire society have rejected you, humiliated you, and belittled you. This just happens to be the salt in the wound. You keep looping through the thought of how stupid you are to have missed this of all damn things. How could you even begin to think he would actually want you? Plain, boring, ugly, half-breed Tav.

Oh my Darling, what have I done?

Shadowheart had been teasing him relentlessly ever since you had all arrived back to the safety of Last Light Inn. You had led them all to support Astarion in finding out more about the scars carved into his back. It had been incredibly dangerous and Shadowheart had had to heal him more than usual- he kept putting himself between you and every bomb, warrior, etc. He wanted her to stop- he likes the privacy of his little world with you.

Now he’s demolished that world and your heart in less than an hour. Astarion was actually nervous earlier- realizing how deep his feelings for you are and how much he wants something real with you. He just isn’t close enough with Shadowheart to share those feelings out loud willingly. Astarion is thrilled that you feel the same way, but now he isn’t sure he can convince you that his feelings are genuine and not a giant lie.

Astarion slowly makes his way up the ladder and he hears your sobbing stop- one single sniffle occurring before silence.

“Darling?” he asks quietly.

The air is tense and Astarion feels more nervous than a school boy with a crush. You hiccup.

“Astarion.”

Your voice is strained and cracks- he can hear the effort you put into trying to make your voice sound steady and normal.

You are definitely not happy with him. You usually address him as Star when he first arrives in your orbit.

Astarion takes it as a good sign that you are at least willing to speak with him.

“It’s come to my attention that you may have overheard a conversation without context and without staying until the end,” Astarion says slowly, “I was hoping you might let me explain myself.”

You sit up gingerly, your head bent, and look up at him with puffy, bloodshot eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen- you often worry it between your teeth when you are upset. He doesn’t like when you are upset, but he does love how incredibly delicious it makes your lips look. Your skin is under a veil of tears and your cheeks are stained pink from you rubbing away the sadness from your face. It’s unfair how beautiful a crier you are.

Astarion decides to go against his better judgement and he crawls towards you. You look at him with a guarded expression, but you don’t fight him as he pulls you into his lap- his fingers moving the hair out of your face and wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks.

“Shadowheart was teasing me for being… overly concerned with your safety today,” Astarion begins, “I just didn’t want to- her and I aren’t close enough for me to-“

Astarion huffs in frustration and looks down at the floor momentarily before making direct eye contact with you. He decides to use the tadpole- maybe showing will make more sense than explaining.

Astarion shows you his original intentions of manipulating you- his musings over your beauty, but your aggravating naivety and the annoyance at your persistent kindness. He feels you flinch a little, but your body begins to relax against his as you watch his feelings change. Astarion lets you see all of his jealousy, confusion, fear, and adoration for you. He even lets you see his turmoil during sex. Astarion enjoys himself with you- more than he’s ever enjoyed himself with anyone, but the self-loathing and disgust pose a challenge during intimate moments.

Lastly, Astarion shows you how scared he is to lose you. He lets the feeling consume him and he feels like he’s a rope ready to snap at any moment. His mind wanders to how much he doesn’t ever want to have to miss you- the beautiful moments you have shared together and how much joy you have brought to his life. You make him want to be a better person- well at least in your presence. Astarion would do just about anything for you.

You press your forehead to his and release a relieved sigh. Astarion pulls you in for a deep, tender kiss. The kiss is needy, but not in a sexual way. Astarion needs you to know that he really does adore you- his affections are absolutely not fake.

He finally has to pull back to let you breathe and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“You make me so so happy, Darling,” Astarion whispers tearfully, “I really don’t want to lose you.”

“Star, I adore you for all the sentimental reasons,” your eyes sparkle as you look at him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Astarion tries not to show how relieved he is, but the way his shoulders slump gives him away.

“We don’t have to have sex, you know,” you say quietly, “I can wait until you are ready. I want you to be happy and feel loved more than anything.”

Astarion is surprised by the choked sob that escapes his lips- pulling you in closer.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“Yeah well,” you pull back and smile at him, “I triple dog dare you to prioritize your wants and needs first!”

Astarion rolls his eyes at you and tries to hide the grateful tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You are his most favorite person across all the planes. He is so grateful for you, your patience, and how much you try to understand him so that you can support his healing from centuries of abuse.

“Cheeky pup.”

You grin widely, “the cheekiest.”

“Hmmm well,” Astarion slyly smirks, “if we are going to play this childish game…”

You pout, jutting your lower lip out. Astarion places a chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear.

“I triple dog dare you to be something real with me.”

Astarion’s nerves are going haywire- praying to every God he can think of that you still want to be serious with him.

Your smile could light up the entirety of the Shadow Cursed Lands. You give him a short sweet kiss on the cheek and A kunik*.

“Dare accepted.”

*A kunik means nose kiss in Inuit

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #bg3 spoilers #astarion romance #astarion x tav #karlach #bg3 #astarion acunin

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alexa-fika · 9 months ago

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Aww the ghost child with brook and sanji was so adorable 😭😭😭🧡🧡

If you dont mind can you make a pt.2 where ghost!dokucha meets the crew , love your work keep up the amazing job!!

Lonely no more (Strawhat pirates x f!Child!reader)

A/N okay this one was what started my wroters block, I kinda pushed trough it but you can also tell I pushed trough it because it’s not very good but I still wanted to give you closure

“What if they don’t like me?”

“They will”

“But what if they don’t!”

Sanji sighs, ruffling the small girl’s hair

“They will. I know Luffy will want you to join as soon as he sees you; if he wanted that moss head to join, there’s no way he would say no to you.”

“So this thing is what’s making this damn storm?” Zoro questioned, examining the child, who had started quivering at his words

He winced, falling to the ground as a hit was delivered to the back of his head as a result

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!” He screamed, holding his head and turning towards Nami, only to receive another hit

“Stop hitting me,” he growls

“Stop cursing around her! Look at her; you made her cry!”

“If anything, it was you and your violence that scared her,” he sneered back

Dokucha turned back to the skeleton holding her, the chef not far behind

“They’re scary,” she cried

“Yohohoho!”

“Don’t worry, little Lady. Nami-chan is an angel; she just needs to put the idiot in his place occasionally.”

“What did you say, Curly-brows?!”

“You heard me, Cactus-head,” he growled, smashing heads with him

“Don’t mind them, what’s your name?”Robin asked with a smile

“Dokucha,” she replied shyly

“It’s a pretty name; I heard you were responsible for the cold weather.”

“I ‘m sorry”

She chuckles, rubbing her head

“Don’t be; you were just lonely, right? You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

She sniffed nodding

“Thank you,” she mumbles, only to squeak as a lively man approaches her, laughing

“You’re a ghost?” He exclaims, a toothy grin on his face

She nods

“Do you poop?”

She gapes at him, jaw-dropped

“What kind of question is that you moron?!” Nami exclaimed, sending a punch his way only for him to avoid it easily

“Shishsihi”

Had to 😂

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colorful-white-ideas · 3 months ago

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I have a fan account for Bill, I don't wanna say the name cause I'm not too active there lol. But a Swedish person came to me asking me why I adore him! Cause to her, Bill looks so odd and skinny and he's not beautiful! She also said their other swedish actors are better than Bill like Björn Gustafsson ( lmao, he's better than Bill? And more beautiful? Seriously? To me Björn isn't a serious actor, he's just a random guy clowning im different stupid shows ) 😂😂😂. BTW I told her that to me he is so beautiful and she suddenly told me I'm weird and that's why I feel in love with a guy with a weird face and scary eyes 😐 then she blocked me! Can u believe it??? She blocked me cause I find Bill super beautiful!! And her IG story showed her face, if I'm not mistaken, she was like 45-50! Like why an adult woman is mad at me for saying the one I love the most, is beautiful? How insecure? I don't remember being rude or mean to her! It's so sad to hate someone cause you don't find them beautiful! Most swedish people love Bill for being humble and kind, I Seriously wonder what was wrong with that woman?

I read in other forums swedish people calling the Skarsgards mid so im not surprised xd Age and appereance have nothing to do with it , for example I think glen powell and jacob Elordi are ugly and im even uglier than them. I have no authority to say such a thing but I have eyes and my eyes dont find those two attractive. It is what it is.

But be glad she blocked you she is weird as hell for coming at you a bill fanpage , attack him and wait for you to side with her ...

I saw Björn Gustafsson in Clark , he is cute and funny. I understand women feeling atracted to him. But you know who I found very handsome and atractive and at some point made me forget about Bill? ADAM LUNDGREN.

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jollyfang · 1 year ago

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I was debating whether to make this post but I figured- why the hell not?! I’ve been playing a fuck ton of BG3 so here’s a few of my tavs!

(Putting everything under the read more cuz it might get long lol)

Starting off with my very first tav- Vallere

Guild artisan, thief, and the sweetest pickpocket you’ll ever meet. Val loves drawing and finds small mechanisms fascinating. She’s also horrifyingly persuasive and good at forgeries. She’d make good career criminal if she found the idea even remotely interesting. She fell head over heels for Astarion like the second she met him.

Next up; My first dark urge (yes, I said first), Asura

My nonbinary beast master ranger. They’re a sarcastic ass at times but that’s mostly to cover up how vulnerable they feel sometimes. Probably my favorite tav I’ve made so far, and that’s not just because every scene with them and their two boyfriends is absolutely adorable. (Started with Astarion but Halsin wore me down in the end 😂)

And last but not least! My second dark urge; Zephyr. (Yes, I know they all have R’s in their names. It’s a trend and now I must stick to it for hilarities sake)

Zeph is so much fun to play. He’s a Barbarian, intimidates his way out of every situation he can get away with and takes great enjoyment just chucking things at enemies. Bro has 18 strength and he’s making the most of it. He’d hooked up with both Astarion and Lae’zel before Act 2 even started and immediately broke things off with both of them for Wyll. They’re just too cute. Big scary Barbarian tiefling getting treated like the little princess he is. I love it… 🥰 I gave them matching camp outfits just in different colors so they match…Oh and he’s trans- can’t forget to mention that. It’s kinda important…

Aaaaaaanyway- I think that’s enough rambling for now. This post was definitely unnecessary but I just felt like sharing.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #my tav #tiefling #half elf #elf #not sure what to tag this #lol 😂#I could talk about my children for ages but I might as well write a novel at that point!

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mikavlcs · 2 years ago

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Hey babe! How are you doing this fine day?

Lol, poor Wednesday is bored without some murders or a great mystery. I kinda understand her, without some sort of excitement in your life it can get boring and dull very quickly. Though Wednesdays definition of excitement differs from most peoples, who doesn't like a good ol mystery??

Ha, I knew it. Wednesday is a sucker for pouting. The scary and tough Wednesday gets defeated by some simple pouting. So cute how whipped the small psychopath is.

Hey Wednesday! Be nice to Thing! He is ALWAYS welcome. I forbid you being rude to him.

Hell, if I had wings I would show them off everywhere. I would prance around with them and let everyone know how cool I am.

The slightest bit touching? Girl that has you whipped as fuck! Just admit it Wednesday. You're a total simp.

Of course Wednesday would shove someone out of the bed to wake them up 😂 I love it, that's definitely the most efficient way!

Sureeee Pugsley is at fault for Wednesday wanting physical contact. Not maybe the fact that she is in loooove and utterly fascinated by R? Sure Wednesday, keep on lying to yourself.

Wednesday being so heavily in denial is hilarious considering she is the biggest softie for her partner out there. Of course she's only accepting the wing blanket for Rs sake. Obviously. What a big sacrifice Wednesday is making. Poor her 😂

That was, as always, so adorable and funny!

hey! i'm doing pretty good today, hope you're also doing well<3

she would be bored out of her mind if the stalker hadn't announced their presence fr. don't make fun of her for giving into pouting, everyone has a weakness!

and if i had wings i would do the same! flying all day every day but i'd also be scared of injuring them somehow...

wednesday in denial about her feelings is just the Best trope, love it to death, will never stop writing it. and yes! poor wednesday! she had to explain why she didn't shove it off when she woke up! it was devastating</3

thank you for your message, they're always a joy to read and respond to<333

(also you calling her "the small psychopath" got a laugh outta me. might steal that in the future lol)

#clexa is forever #i should probably start tagging that lol

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years ago

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Oh, Wayne - this was GLORIOUS!!! This is the first time I’ve laughed today, and I needed it so bad! Starting with “Seth Rogen” I get it - looks may fade, but sarcasm? That shit is forever! Intelligence and personality means far more than a pretty face.

And I swear you were reading my mind in this! “Yep, Dean fucking Winchester – God of all Gods, monster hunter extraordinaire, hero of all innocent damsels, and idiotic clown of all clowns, shamelessly stole her heart since… well, pretty much the minute they met and she first laid eyes on him.” Yep, this is so me - have tried to deny love at first sight, but Han Solo and Dean Winchester - I was a goner at first sight! And “Dear fucking God, why did she have to fall in love with that dork? Why can’t it be some nice, normal guy without an abundance of commitment issues?” Again?!?! Get. Out. Of. My. Head - It’s scary in here! (But then again, I have more issues than a magazine stand - but then again, so do the real and fictional men I love, sooo…but I digress)

You made me laugh so hard with the collision and Dean’s reactions: ““Baseball, Sam drinking green smoothies, a scratch on Baby’s new coat of paint…” “We should, uh, probably, uhm, detangle…” ��His dick is an escaped zoo animal and clearly on the prowl tonight.” BWAHAHAHA!!!! All three dogs were passed out, so all three got treats thanks to your glorious sense of humor! (Quinn says thanks again, BTW)

“It’s-, uhm, it’s okay,” she says surprisingly,”. Damn right it is! (Or maybe left). “Or that… you could do that…”. Yes, yes he could - all damn day…and night…and…oh, wait, where was I? And “Well, uhm, like I said – not that long… Just a very short period of time… Like, since November 29th… 2012,” I’m sure if we give it a couple more years, I’ll be completely over you.” AWWWW!!! I love bashful, silly Dean. But I love her response even more: “Uhm, well… is that something you would like? I mean, to get-, uh, would you wanna get under me?” Girl, I would have stood up and clapped, because that is a total boss move, but I’d drop my phone! In a million years I’d never be brave enough to do that, or “No, I think we’ve been taking things slow for long enough.” QUEEN! She needs to be worshipped for her quick wit and bountiful blessings she is about to receive!

And then I’m giggling again at “Jesus, Y/N… Going in for the kill, huh? You can’t say stuff like that to a man in a compromising position,” and “grabbing her a little tighter before bolting down the bunker hallway like a little kid on Christmas morning.” Then right back to sweetness with “he hopes the thing does as advertised and fucking remembers her forever.” That was just so perfect!

And that thorough fucking? “Wow” indeed! How could you not be after something like that with someone like him? But him asking if she was lonely, then straight to moving into his room - so damn sweet!

And the sass with the whole scene with Sam’s return and knocking him out of bed? Bwahahaha!!! “Oh, because I’m gonna rail Y/N in every room we have.” HELL YEAH!! Yeah, book that room, Sammy - right after your therapy session! This was SO DAMN GOOD! I needed this silliness and sweetness today more than you know. Thank you so much for this wonderful, hysterical, hot ride!! Happy Unattached Drifter Christmas to you ❤️

Are you aiming for a best reader award? What’s happening? 😳 Also, I literally love you to death for this 😘❤️ Here’s your award. You may take the boy and the prize:

And yes, thank you! Humor and personality is so important! I don’t wanna be bored to death for the rest of my life 😂 And who wouldn’t love this adorable idiot?

Besides, who’d want a perfect person? The pressure! Like, I don’t trust those motherfuckers. Nuh-uh, if you don’t have obvious flaws, you’re definitely a psycho and I don’t wanna be dismembered and buried in your yard 😒

Hahaha and well, that thorough fucking came from my prompt in the initial request (“soft love making”). You know me well enough by now to know I just run with that shit 😂🖤

And yeah, I guess Sam thought they were like Ross and Rachel, buy really they turned out to be Monica and Chandler 🤣

So happy I made your day a bit better with a few laughs, hun! And thank you for this amazing ask! Love you 🥰❤️😘

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halfmoth-halfman · 2 years ago

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i am beyond blown away the amount of work you put into this again bestie omg 🥺💜

more commentary for you, because i adore you and the way you have this so organized!!

Melted into an incoherent mess reading that she was wearing the maroon sweater in the beginning. Such a little detail but I was fangirling so hard. Like I know this is a serious situation except??? Kind of stuck on that part oh my god.

the sweater was something i actually added in at like the last minute, after i'd written the part about price enjoying seeing canary in his clothes. like he know she feels safe around him, and after that moment at the motel he wants her to feel as safe as possible, but he can't physically be there for her so he gives her his clothes, puts her in his room, surrounds her with as much of himself as he can. it's as much to make her feel safe as it is a little ego boost for him.

Price saying he 'handed it' with absolutely no other detail except that he took care of is somewhat majorly hot. Very mysterious in the best way possible.

price is sort of an out of sight, out of mind kind of guy when it comes to club business. it's a very big "we take care of the problem, then we move on" vibe, but it's also a small level of wanting to protect canary from the more bloody side of things. she's involved, sure, but not to that extent and he won't bring her in unless it's something she wants.

Price calls as he walks to your end of the table and takes the seat next to you, pulling the chair closer to fit you between his spread legs... gently traces his finger along the bruises on your neck. He’s as gentle as possible, fingertips barely ghosting over the swollen skin... you set your hand over his, squeezing softly with a small smile. He nods in understanding, leaning forward to kiss your head softly. When he pulls away, you lean forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

listen, price trusts his people with his life. he knows rudy's the best at his job and that canary will probably be fine in his care, but that's his girl. he can't help it, he has to check on her himself. he has to make see that she's alright (physically and mentally) with his own eyes. and canary's never really had someone to care for her like that, that actually cares about her well-being and to have it be someone who's in a very similar position of power to her ex, she's realizing that outside of the teasing and flirting, she might actually be able to let her guard down and let herself feel safe around him.

When she basically moves in, it's so wholesome. I can't believe a mob story is gonna be my new comfort fic. I wanna cry at this family.

tbh she was pretty much family once they trusted her enough to put her on stage, it was only a matter of time before she moved in 😂

Big scary Price being affectionate as hell with the kiss on the inside of the wrist. I can't believe I read that with my own two fucking eyes. I had to keep resurrecting myself to get to the end bestie, you don't know how long this took me to finish reading because I want to sob and throw up every two seconds you make him doing something like that.

price is scary af when he wants to be, but that man is head over heels in love and will treat his songbird with all the love and affection she deserves. she's getting the full princess treatment.

He leaves a lingering kiss on your fingers, eyes holding your gaze as he allows you to see the dried blood and bruising on his hand.

this is one of my favorite moments, honestly. it was combination of the anxiety in him trying to see her reaction, whether seeing him bruised and bloody for protecting/defending her again might scare her off, and some posturing to show how much he's willing to do for her. very much a mix of "look at how i will do whatever i need to to keep you safe" and "please know i would never hurt you, i don't want you to be afraid of me"

I literally wish I could do a paragraph by paragraph breakdown but that whole wordless exchange part actually destroyed my brain.

i was actually very unsure of that part, i love fluff and soft, cute moments and very much stick to that kind of stuff when i write so this was a little different for me but i wanted something more intense to really show the emotion between these two after just having confessed these secrets that they haven't ever really talked about before and realizing just how much they actually trust each other.

all this to say, i really appreciate the work you put into this, you've got me tearing up and kicking my feet and i just asldkajdsa you're so sweet and i am beyond thankful 💜

viii. but i can't help falling in love with you

Pairing: Mob Boss!Price x F!Reader Word Count: 5.6k Warnings: bruises, injury, medical inaccuracies, blood, scars, scar mention, talks of abuse Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. prev | next

“Everything about it says it was just a random break-in—”

Price hums, clearly not happy with the answer.

“—the guy’s prints weren’t in the system, and he didn’t have any affiliated markings or tattoos,” Ghost continues, hands gripping tight around the back of Soap’s chair.

“We asked around on our ends,” Alejandro sighs, gesturing between himself and Valeria. “No one recognizes him.”

“We haven’t heard anything either, but I have Ayah keeping a lookout for anything new,” Farah adds from Price’s left side, trying to add some small amount of comfort to a clearly upset Price.

“It was probably some guy looking to score,” Kyle reasons from the chair across her. The dining room lapses into silence as Price sits in thought, arms crossed and fingers drumming against his bicep.

“We should ask the bird,” Nik cuts in. “If it’s someone she knows, this could be a targeted attack against her, not the club.”

“Let her sleep,” Price says, leaving no room for argument. Nik gives him a questioning look but nods and stays silent.

“We could keep a set of eyes on the hotel for a few weeks, see if anyone comes lookin’ around?” Soap suggests.

“We can’t spare anyone right now,” Ghost huffs. “Not with the way things are.”

“But—”

A soft knock draws the room’s attention to the door leading to the sitting room.

It’s the worst anyone has seen you look. Dressed in leggings and a maroon sweater that’s a little big on you, you look exhausted and run-down, with deep purple bruises lining your neck.

“He-ey—” you croak out, wincing as you give a haggard cough.

Rudy’s on his feet immediately, guiding you to the closest chair, the one directly opposite Price’s seat at the head of the table. He sits you down as you try to clear your throat.

“I told you, no talking,” he chides, gently tilting your head back to lightly press his fingers against the bruises, just like he had when Price brought you here last night. You sigh through your nose, giving a quick sorry in sign language.

“How are you feeling?” Alejandro asks. You open your mouth to answer and shut it promptly when Rudy sends you a warning look. You shuffle, reaching into the pocket of your leggings to pull out your phone.

You type for a quick second before your phone chimes, and a robotic voice answers for you, “Like I almost got choked out by a man twice my size.” That earns you a few chuckles, though Price looks less than amused.

You type again, a quiet beat before the voice in your phone asks, “What did you do with him?”

There are a few glances around the table, most landing on Price as if they’re unsure whether they’re allowed to answer.

“He’s taken care of. No need to worry,” Price answers. You nod, trying not to hit Rudy’s fingers with your chin.

“Did you…recognize him at all?” Roach asks. “Maybe you’ve seen him around the hotel or…?”

“Roach,” Price warns.

“It’s a fair question,” Nik scoffs. “We need to know if this was random or if someone’s going after her.”

They go back and forth while you type, waiting for a lull in their argument to answer. “I didn’t get a good look at him, but from what I saw, I don’t recognize him.”

“And…do you have anyone who might be after you? An old co-worker? Friend?” Valeria presses.

You swallow tightly, fingers hesitating over your phone. Rudy catches that, pulling back from you to give you a curious look.

“Canary?” Rudy asks softly, his quiet voice loud in the room's silence. “Is someone after you?”

It’s too late to lie now.

Think, think, think.

You type again, “The cops? The ones who interrogated me when I covered for you after Hasan. They seemed pretty mad, and they knew where I was staying.”

You give your best worried look, setting your phone down to fidget and pick at your nails.

“That could explain why we didn’t find anything on him,” Alex says, looking at Price.

“Shepherd wouldn’t risk one of his guys like that,” Kyle disagrees. “Especially not to go after someone who’s barely involved with our business. No offense, Canary.”

“None taken,” you sign, giving a casual shrug.

“It wouldn’t hurt to look into it,” Farah sighs. “Can you ask Kate to check around and see if she can find anything on her end?”

Price, silent until this point with his eyes fixed on you, takes a deep breath. He sits up in his chair, the room lapsing into a tense silence as everyone looks toward him.

“Rudy, how’s her neck?” Price asks.

“Still swollen, but it looks like it’s going down,” Rudy answers before turning to you. “You’ll have to take it easy for at least a week. Minimal talking and no singing.”

You give him a salute and a thumbs up.

“I’ll call Kate and see if she finds us any information,” Price sighs. “We’ll close the club tonight while the rest of you find out what you can and put out feelers—see if any of the other families are trying to branch out. We’ll talk again tomorrow.”

Price stands, and the others follow suit, taking their leave with gentle goodbyes and smiles aimed toward you.

“König, hang back a second,” Price calls as he walks to your end of the table and takes the seat next to you, pulling the chair closer to fit you between his spread legs. König nods, lingering near the door as Price gently traces his finger along the bruises on your neck.

“Any news from Majka?” Price asks quietly.

“Nothing yet. Conor said he’d let me know if he heard anything,” König answers. Price nods, a brief flash of disappointment across his face.

“Okay, thank you. Keep me updated.”

“Yes, sir,” König says, giving you a nod before leaving the room.

The room sinks into a comfortable silence as Price looks over the purple and blue of your neck. He’s as gentle as possible, fingertips barely ghosting over the swollen skin.

“How are you?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper as he pulls his fingers away to slide his along your cheek and cup your jaw. You set your hand over his, squeezing softly with a small smile.

You shrug half-heartedly, trying to reassure him without talking, lest you incur Rudy’s wrath.

He nods in understanding, leaning forward to kiss your head softly. When he pulls away, you lean forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Gaz and Roach brought your things over last night. You can pick whichever room you want, and we’ll move your stuff there,” Price says, perching his head on top of yours with a comforting hand rubbing up and down your back.

You reach for your phone, keeping yourself attached to him as you type, “The room I was in last night…?”

“My room,” Price chuckles.

You pull back to look up at him questioningly, tilting your head. “Then where did you sleep?”

“In one of the spare rooms,” he shrugs. “We got done late, and you needed the rest.” You roll your eyes, clicking your tongue in disappointment.

“If you like the room that much, you’re welcome to it,” Price teases.

You narrow your eyes, glaring playfully at him before you type out your answer, a smirk on your face as your phone says, “I’d prefer the room with you in it.”

Price’s brows raise as he smiles down at you, but there’s a hesitance in his eyes. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to after what happen—”

You set a hand on his chest to stop him. Setting your phone down, your hand slides up to rest on his cheek, gently pulling him closer and closer until you’re barely centimeters apart.

“You make me feel safe,” you rasp before you move forward and close the gap.

For a brief moment, Price stills, and anxiety rockets through you at the thought you’ve overstepped.

You move to pull away, and he lunges, warm hands coming up to frame your face as he kisses you with a year’s worth of bubbling tension finally boiling over.

You don’t know how you feel as you kiss him. It’s a combination of emotions you haven’t felt in so long: relief, desire, comfort, joy. They all swirl together into the one emotion you’ve been chasing since your wedding.

Safe.

Living with John is suspiciously easy.

It feels as if you've known each other for years, and that same familiarity extends to the rest of the club.

You remember nights with your father as a child, listening to him tell you old war stories from his chair while you took and apart and cleaned his guns in front of the warm fireplace. Those memories bring a fondness to your heart that you always thought was the peak of what familial love was meant to be, but it’s nothing compared to your life in the manor.

Dinners with Kyle, Farah, and Alex are filled with laughter and teasing and almost always made by you and John. There’s no tense silence as everyone picks at their plates, no stilted conversation about business and only business, no large work dinners that force you to parade around in an uncomfortably tight dress while you serve your guests.

When Soap and Ghost stay the night, you sometimes run with Soap in the mornings, turning morning exercise into a friendly competition. There’s no pushing on his end, no yelling at you to pick up the pace, or warnings about falling behind. It’s all encouragement and jokes and teasingly elbowing each other as you walk the rest of the way back to the house.

Sometimes Ghost joins you instead, the two of you enjoying a quiet run around the property. He indulges you in the few questions you have about the flowers you find. The answers are short, as you expected, but he’s surprisingly knowledgeable about the flora around the manor and has a cute eagerness to his voice when he explains a flower’s meaning to you.

After a month, Nik finds you one afternoon, grinning at you as he wipes the black grease from his hands onto his overalls. He leads you to the garage, where he shows off the extensive collection of cars he’s worked on, both classic and modern, and tells you to take your pick. You try to assure him you don’t need anything more than your beat-up car—it may be falling apart, but it’s wormed its way into your heart.

“That’s fine, but you’ll have to drive something else while I fix up your piece of shit,” he tells you. It’s then that you notice the back of the garage where his workshop is set up, and he’s got your broken baby up on a lift with the tires taken off.

So, you pick a new one—something practical, efficient, and baby blue—and thank Nik when he tosses you the keys.

Alejandro visits often, mostly to talk with John about happenings with the club, but he always makes a point to find and say hello to you. Sometimes, Rudy or Valeria will join him. When Rudy does, he checks in with you, asking how you’re feeling and making sure your throat isn’t bothering you anymore before joining John and Alejandro. When Valeria visits, she skips out on business talk entirely, insisting on taking you out to go shopping or see the city.

“There’s no point in sitting through a bunch of information Alejandro will tell me about later,” she laughs with a dismissive wave.

You don’t see König or Roach at the house much, and when you do, it’s usually late at night, just as they're leaving John’s office. John never tells you what they come for, but he’s always a little more tense after their visits.

You don’t know how to describe John. The best fitting word that comes to mind is welcoming.

He lets you have half the space in his massive walk-in closet, even though you barely have enough clothes to take up one of the shelves. He has you pick one of the spare bedrooms, telling you to redecorate it and turn it into whatever you want. You’re allowed anywhere in the house, save for the few rooms belonging to the other club members, to do anything you want.

The freedom is almost overwhelming.

When he senses your hesitance, he assures you that he wants you to feel at home, that this space is as much yours as it is his.

You let yourself explore over the weeks but do your best to stay out of the way of club business; it’s not that you’re not curious, you just…don’t want to know, don’t want to be involved in the stress of it all.

You’ve dealt with that enough in your life. It’s a new era for you, and you’re determined to hold on to it for as long as you can.

When Rudy gives you the okay to perform again, you nearly tackle him in a hug. Even if it’s only for the first half of the show, you’ll take what you can get.

Farah switches out with you during intermission, and you head for the bar, where Alex already has a stool open for you.

“Feel good to be back?” he asks, smiling wide as you take your seat.

“It feels amazing,” you laugh. He slides you a glass of water, briefly turning to tend to another patron.

Someone clears their throat behind you, tapping you on your shoulders. There’s a dull thrum of pain, but you ignore it and spin in your seat to find König staring down at you.

“Boss wants you upstairs,” is all he says before turning and walking away.

…okay?

You finish your water, giving Alex a quick wave before heading to the club’s second floor.

You pass a few private game tables, not finding John at any of them, and head towards the few closed-off rooms.

You don’t need to guess which one he’s in when you turn the corner and find Ghost standing guard outside the door.

“Everything okay up here?” you ask as you approach.

“Nothing unusual,” Ghost gives a slight shrug, his shadowed eyes flitting about the hallway.

“Then, mind if I…?” You point to the door behind him. He nods, taking a step to the side to let you through.

The room is dark, low-lit, and filled with cigar smoke and laughter. You make your way through the haze to the poker table at the center of the room, where John sits with Nik and a few other men you’ve never seen before. A couple of them have women with them, barely dressed and making more effort to distract the other players than paying attention to their companions.

Something tightens in your chest, fight or flight buzzing around the back of your mind.

Sitting in a dark room, shoved in a barely-there dress, put on display to distract the other players. The threat of being left to wolves should you fail looming over you.

John wouldn’t that to you.

He’s not the same as—

“There she is!”

John reaches out to grab your hand as soon as you’re near and kisses the inside of your wrist.

“Care to join us?” John asks, staring up at you with a look of adoration that sends a shock of straight want down your spine. “Could use my good luck charm.”

Nik barks out a laugh, “With the way you’re playing, you need more than luck.”

“You don’t have to,” John murmurs, while the others are too busy with their laughter and jokes.

The softness in his voice puts your anxiety at ease. Of course, he’d never force you to be somewhere you didn't want to be.

“Why not?” you shrug, smiling as he tugs you forward and pulls you down to sit across his lap. A hand settles around your waist, a soft kiss pressed along the curve of your neck, and the cards are dealt.

You watch while they play, bets higher than anything you’d be comfortable with. They’re pretty good, but you’ve spent a lot of time around poker tables and even more time around liars. You wait until the final community card is flipped, and the man directly across from you—the last one left in the game against John, older with dark, greying hair—blinks three times and makes his bet before you lean into John as if to kiss his neck.

“He’s bluffing,” you whisper, following it with a kiss before you straighten up. John doesn’t acknowledge you, blank face trained on his cards, but you feel a small squeeze of your hip where his hand rests.

John calls, and the two reveal their hands. It’s not even close, your observation correct, as John wins by a landslide.

He presses an appreciative kiss to your shoulder. You catch Nik smirking at you, and you wink back at him.

The game continues well into the night, and you don’t leave your place in John’s lap. The two of you take it easy, letting John lose a few games while still winning a majority. You play the part, batting your eyes at the others with a flirty smile so they think nothing more of you than John’s arm candy while you lean in to pepper kisses along his neck and whisper hints in his ear.

By the time they call it quits, the left side of his neck is covered in your lipstick, but he’s a few hundred-thousands richer.

“Quite the good luck charm you have there, Price,” one of the men next to Nik—red-headed with one of the scantily dressed women pressed against his arm—laughs, drinking you in with a leer that sets you on edge. “Maybe next time, I’ll try her out.”

John laughs, but you can feel how hard he tenses beneath you.

“She’s spoken for, I’m afraid,” he says with a polite smile, pressing you just a bit tighter against him.

“Sure,” the man laughs before turning to mumble to the others, “Must be all that good luck she’s rubbing off on him,” The others laugh along, save for Nik, who focuses on gathering the cards on the table.

“Go wait outside for me, Dove,” Price speaks quietly. You nod, standing from his lap.

You lean down to kiss him on the cheek before smiling to the table. “You girls want something to drink? It’s on me!” The three women glance at each other before noticing the tension rising in the room and nodding. They follow you out, and you direct them toward the bar before turning to Ghost.

“You might wanna head in there,” you tell him. He nods, waiting until you’ve turned down the hall to go inside.

You spend the next hour with the women at the bar, having a fantastic time as they drink and dance and tell you all about how awful their men are in hilarious detail, probably having their first taste of freedom in a while.

You understand. You’ve been there before.

They leave for a fifth dance, and this time you decline, far too exhausted to keep up with them.

As soon as they’ve disappeared into the crowd, you let out a long exhale, letting yourself lean against the bar.

“Tired?” a baritone voice murmurs into your ear, strong arms sliding around your waist.

“A little bit,” you sigh, turning to face John. “Everything go okay?”

He hums, one hand pulling off your waist to wrap around yours and bring it to his lips. He leaves a lingering kiss on your fingers, eyes holding your gaze as he allows you to see the dried blood and bruising on his hand.

“Probably should go home and wrap this,” he sighs, trailing kisses down the side of your hand to the inside of your wrist.

“Is he still breathing?” you ask, giving your best attempt at a look of disappointment despite the smile slowly growing on your face.

“Unfortunately,” John scoffs, pulling you closer so his mouth can continue its path up your arm.

You click your tongue at him, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance as you pull your hand out of his embrace to set your hand on his cheek. “You don’t have to do that whenever someone says something like that to me. It’s bound to happen.”

His brows knit together, concern and confusion drawn across his face.

“Not to my girl, it isn’t,” he says, firm and final.

“John—”

“Get a room, you two!”

You’re startled apart as Soap and Kyle reach the bar.

“Hey, let the old man have his fun!” Alex scolds through poorly held-back laughs. John groans, head falling into the crook of your neck as the three burst with laughter.

“Ready to go home?” you laugh softly. John nods into your shoulder, stepping back from you with a long sigh and deep reluctance. He takes your hand in his, pulling you away from the bar as the two of you are followed by cheers and shouts of:

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!”

“Take it easy on him, Starling!”

“Have fun!”

Your first priority will be taking care of John’s beaten knuckles. The fun can come after that when you thoroughly thank him for defending you.

It isn’t unusual for John to be up late, either busy at the club or in his office.

Just as it’s not uncommon for you to go to bed alone. Of course, he makes up for it by making sure you never have to wake up alone, but you still miss him on nights when work comes first.

To make up for his absence, you take to wearing his shirts as pajamas, melting into the rich smell of him that lingers on the fabric as you sleep. When he’s finally done for the night, he often finds you lying on top of the covers, snuggled down into the fabric of his shirt. It’s a sight that fills him with equal parts adoration and want, something that he will never get tired of seeing.

You always wake up whenever he finally joins you for the night, moving so you can get under the blankets and let him pull you into his side. Sometimes, he talks to you about his day until you’re lulled to sleep by the soft vibrato of his voice, and sometimes, the sight of you in nothing but one of his shirts leads to even longer nights spent touching and feeling and worshipping until your voice leaves you.

Sometimes, it leads to nights like tonight, you laying beside him with your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart while he trails his fingers in nonsense shapes across your back.

Things are fine, content, even downright serene until he skims over a ridge of the scar on your shoulder, and you tense instinctively, hissing softly under your breath.

He pulls back immediately, “Sorry, sweetheart.”

One thing about John: he never pushes.

He knows about the scar, knows how you go out of your way to cover it up, how you flinch whenever someone touches on that side. He observes, stores the information away in his brain, takes care to avoid touching you there, but he never asks you about it.

“It’s alright,” you sigh, rolling your shoulder, trying to get the ache to leave.

You want to tell him. You have for the last month, but every time you think to bring it up, something catches in the back of your throat, gnawing at you until you back out.

It leaves you with an awful sort of guilt, one made worse by the fact that you don’t have anyone to confide in about it. No one to bounce your ideas off of. No one to reassure you that John’s opinion of you wouldn’t change if he knew.

You trust him implicitly.

He’s never given you a reason not to.

You can’t keep complaining about being haunted if you won’t let go of your ghosts.

So, in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, you suddenly sit up, throwing one leg over him to place yourself in his lap, and set your hands flat against his chest.

“Did Kyle ever tell you I was married?” you ask softly.

John goes still beneath you.

“Things were good at the start. Or he made it seem like they were so I wouldn’t realize what he was actually doing, but over time that façade he put up melted away, and I—I realized how big of a mistake I actually made.”

He doesn’t speak, but John’s hands settle on your thighs, gently kneading into the bare skin.

A small attempt at comfort.

A silent I’m here.

“He never hit me or anything like that. He found other ways to hurt me, ways that would be harder to prove if I ever left, and he had this…charisma—he was so likable and charming that whenever he’d say no one would listen to me, I’d believed him. One day, he—” Your voice catches, and John’s hands slide up to your hips as he sits up and sets his forehead against yours.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he whispers.

“I want to,” you reply. It takes a second for you to collect yourself, and you’re still not sure you’re ready, but you push yourself to do it anyway. “One day, I just snapped. I couldn’t take the snide comments, the vague threats, the constant anxiety—I couldn’t do it anymore. I tried to leave, and he tried to stop me, and we got into this huge argument. He grabbed my arm, and I pulled away too hard, not watching where I was going…and broke my shoulder, falling down a flight of stairs.

“I try not to think about it a lot, but my shoulder never really healed properly, so sometimes even the smallest touch just makes it ache, and all I can think about is that day, lying at the bottom of the stairs, wondering if it wouldn’t have been easier to have broken my neck instead.”

The pain lingers, but there’s a considerable weight that lifts from your chest.

There’s a beat of silence before John moves again, gently grabbing your hand and setting it on his chest, guiding your thumb along the skin where you feel a small raised circle underneath the hair.

“One of the first deals after I’d just started the club,” he sighs. “Went in all cocksure and arrogant, thinking I knew everything and that no one could touch me. The dealer we were meeting with had this idea that we were overcharging him, which we were, but we weren’t going to tell him that.

“Well, I got mouthy, and his men got violent. He pulled a gun, and the friend I was with, the man I’d started this club with, shoved me out of the way. Bullet tore through him but slowed down, going off kilter just enough to miss my heart. The Hell I unleashed after my recovery is what laid the foundation for what the club is today, but sometimes…Sometimes, I think about him, and I wonder if it was a fair trade. If it wouldn’t have been better for me to have taken the bullet and let him be here instead.”

A trade. One painful memory for another.

An implied confession: you’re not alone.

You lean forward, a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

I’m glad you’re here.

He pulls you into him, lips colliding with yours.

I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.

Your hands wind their way around his neck as he flips the two of you, laying you down against the bed. He hovers over you for just a second, blue eyes gazing down at you with far too much emotion for you to handle. You pull him by his hair, and he follows your lead, closing the space to pour all that emotion into a kiss that you return with the same intensity.

I love you.

If there’s one thing John loves more than surprising you, it’s spoiling you.

It starts with jewelry, small boxes of simple, elegant bracelets and necklaces left on your vanity during your performances.

Then it extends to clothes, your half of the closet slowly filling with pieces you find when he takes you shopping. He carries your bags for you, and you repay him by modeling every piece of lingerie you buy when you get home.

When it’s his turn to handle date night, there’s always some outrageously fancy restaurant or sold-out showing waiting for you, everything complimentary, and the staff exceptionally welcoming to the two of you.

Spoiling you isn’t restricted to expensive gifts, either.

When you catch a cold in the middle of spring, John takes the day off—something Kyle says he apparently never does, and something he can’t afford to do, says Ghost—to tend to your every need.

He overhears you talking with Valeria, telling her how you’d love nothing more than to sink into a hot bath, and you come home to a candle-lit bathroom and a tub filled with warm water and bubbles. He washes your hair, massages your shoulders, and whispers in your ear all the things he plans to do to you once you’re out of the tub.

You appreciate every single thing he does for you and tell him so often. He shrugs it off, saying he’s happy to treat you the way you deserve.

In truth, there’s something else, something far more selfish, that drives him.

He loves you. He loves to see you smile. He loves the way your eyes light up when he takes time away from the club to spend it with you—something he finds himself doing more of recently, an attempt to escape the stress and paranoia that’s been building.

He loves it even more that it’s him that’s making you happy, that he’s the only one who can make you smile like that, laugh like that, moan like that. You’re his just as much as he’s yours, and he has no intention of ever letting you go.

"Zip me up?"

Especially not now, when you’re standing in front of your bedroom mirror, half-dressed in a gown he bought for you, trying to get ready for a gala.

You look like a dream, dress hanging off your figure as you gaze at him over your shoulder with that beautiful look on your face. The one that always makes him feel like a shy teenager stumbling over his words.

John steps up behind you, and you turn a little more to meet him with a soft kiss. You turn back to the mirror, standing up straight to give him access to the zipper of your dress and the bare expanse of your back.

You wait patiently, adjusting your jewelry here and there. So distracted. So trusting. It tugs at something in his heart how vulnerable you allow yourself to be around him, a man with so much blood on his hands, they're stained down to the bone. Yet here you are, allowing him to touch you, to stain your skin with that blood and violence and danger that will follow him for the rest of his life.

He doesn't know what he's done to deserve you, but you meet his eyes in the reflection, giving him that stunning smile, and he knows it doesn't matter.

He'd burn the world to the ground if it meant he could have you in the ashes.

It’s the middle of the night when Ghost walks into his office unannounced, carrying a small, black folder.

“Bit late for you, isn’t it?” Price asks, looking up from the journal on his desk.

Ghost doesn’t speak, walking up to the desk and setting the folder down. Price sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before picking up the folder.

“Are you going to tell me what this is, or do I have to guess?”

“Tried calling you.”

“Phone’s in the bedroom.”

“You’ve been gone a lot.”

“Is this late-night visit for something important or just so you can tell me you’ve missed me?” Price doesn’t mean to snap; the irritation that he’s having this conversation instead of finishing up his work so he can join you in bed grinding against his nerves.

“We found the man that attacked Canary. We know where he’s from.”

Price’s eyes shoot up to meet Ghost’s. Ghost looks about as tired as he does, and Price can’t blame them. Things have been tight for months, walls slowly closing in around the club.

There’s something else in his face, something that sets Price on edge.

Price knows Ghost, knows the man who’s been by his side for years, helping to take care of every dirty deal the club’s had to deal with.

Ghost has a certain detachment, no care about what he’s doing or who he has to hurt to do it.

It’s not Ghost he’s talking to, but Simon who’s staring down at him with sadness and pity.

“Look in the folder,” Simon sighs.

Price doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to know about whatever’s in here, what information he’s about to have to deal with. He wants to throw the folder back at Simon and bury his head in your neck, ignoring the rest of the world.

But he’s the Boss for a reason.

He sets the folder down, steeling himself with a deep breath, before flipping it open.

A stone sinks into the pit of his stomach, and his heart shatters.

“Oh.”

The mask slips back on, Ghost’s protective nature taking over as he watches Price visibly deflate.

“How do you want me to handle this?”

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pricklypear1997 · 2 years ago

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Drunk FMAB ramblings

Edward: omg he’s short and full of anger and depression. So relatable. Favorite color is red, same. “You mean this shrimp fried some rice?!?!?” Adorable. Will literally fight god if he has too lmao. Isn’t atheist as most would believe…. Doesn’t give up. Loves his little bro.

Al: loves cats uwu same, my brother, but my bff is definitely him and she’s like a sister to me lol, plus taller than me :((((. Al is a cinnamon roll. So adorably sweet. Who could hate him??? Seriously??? Will brighten anyone’s day! Such a book nerd 📚. Idk. I think he really likes reading. :) ngl my little bro is like him too. Tall as hell wtf… I feel so protective of my little bro but honestly he doesn’t need me 😹😹😹

Winry, the perfect girl, she’s wonderful and great at making things. So patient with Ed :3 I love her piercings. She’s probably really good at math xD so smart and self reliant too! Loves Edward so much. So sweet :))))

Riza; so strong and cool. Damn sharpshooter. Wish I could be as good with a gun as her. I’ve never held a gun before lmaooo. She’s so cool. She’s definitely a bit sad tho. I get that.

Roy; omg he’s funny but dumb 😂 idk why he’s dumb but he is. ._. He’s so different from me but I completely understand his end goal. That patriotism and love for his country 🤩, I 100% get that and I feel like I kinda have the same end goal as he does, even tho… personality wise, I don’t relate to him at all. He’s such a fucking manwhore lmao.

Ling Yao; funny funny guy, so similar to the mustang tbh (I wonder if Roy is part Xingese too), so funny and chipper. Loves food. Loves his country too, again so fucking based. Imagine being emperor of your country, hell yeah! I love his smile lmao 🤣

Mei Chang; really cute, her braids remind me of central Asian hairstyles :) Central Asia is so cool man… I’m 1/4th central Asian (and North Indian) ok?!? I like her little panda/cat too. She’s so sweet :3 a little red bean dumpling 🥟.

Lan Fan, mysterious cool girl. She literally cut off her arm to throw Wrath off DAMN girl. Her loyalty to Ling is WOW. I’d like to learn more about her. We didn’t get enough of Lan Fan.

Olivier Mira Armstrong; oh my god she’s so cool (and hot!). Sword fighting badass chick. Fur coats and all… damn. So cool and scary. She’s so honest, I love that about her. Very Balkan of her to NOT beat around the bush!!!

Alex Louis Armstrong; mustached muscly freak who’s actually really nice, but kinda scary. I actually appreciate him much more now than I used too. A heroic good guy 👍🏻. A gentle Giant. Probably really good at cooking too?

Izumi Curtis; I love her. Strong independent woman who’s also a house wife and loves her husband. Is a house wife who subverts every sexist stereotype of house wives. So damn cool. She lost a child through miscarriage. :( loves kids but is a “tough love” kinda gal. Doesn’t mess around. She’s really great. I love her relationship with Sig.

Sig Curtis; a gentle giant. Loving and understanding husband. Loves Izumi so much 😭 so patient with his crazy wife! That’s dedication right there! Probably really good at cooking 😀

Ok now the humonculi;

Wrath; a cautionary tale. I actually really like King Bradley. I get him. Really angry lol. Bad ass. So good at sword fighting 🤩🤩🤩. Actually loves his wife… his story is actually sad. Who were his parents??? Orphan…

Envy: ; wtf a palm tree??? I hate this character but idk why. He/she/they irritates me. I like the cute tiny lizard form though. I really adore lizards :3. Kinda angry and angsty. I don’t get this character lol.

Lust; sexy lady roflmao. She’s really pretty, it’s true. Her nails on fleek 10/10. She’s an interesting character and I would’ve loved to see more of her. She died too soon.

Sloth; “what a pain ______ is”. I feel ya bro. He’s scary and muscly, but sleepy af. He does not give a single fuck 😹😹😹

Pride; snot nosed brat! I can’t stand this kid. 🤠 I think pride is my third biggest sin after Wrath and Sloth tho… but this kid was so annoying loooool. Spoiled little rich bitch 🤣

Gluttony; fatass. He’s kinda gross. Resembles a big fat drooling hungry baby lmaoooo.

Greed; we ALL have greed to some extent. He’s such a player. Goofy ass. Funny. Gets all the ladddiiiieeeessss. He wants to rule the world? Or he really just wants good friends who appreciate him???? A chill guy. Slightly annoying but tolerable xD

Father; what the fuck is that thing??? Dwarf in the flask LMAO. Shadowy figure. A weirdo.

Ok back to humans;

Maes Hughes; the best dad ever! Spoils his daughter rotten! A great guy. Everyone is sad he died. I can see why Mustang really appreciated Hughes. He was such a great and kind hearted friend 😄. Made everyone feel better.

Miles; ok actually really cool. I get that 1/4th “other” feeling. Idk why but he’s really interesting. Looks cool :) he’s gonna help save Amestris AND the Ishvalans.

Scar; I I understand his anger. He’s very human and I appreciate that Hiromu Arakawa highlights his humanity despite his wrathfulness. He made a lot of horrible mistakes but we all know he’s on a path of redemption. He really likes cute things :3

Buccaneer; loyal as hell tough guy 🤣 acts so mean on the surface; but is actually nice and just wants SOMEONE to notice how much he cares lmao.

Kimblee; what the fuck? Kinda reminds me of the Boltons from ASOIAF. Long black straight hair pale faced and creepy as hell. Complete psycho and bloodthirsty as hell lmaoooo.

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writer1queenjaysblog · 2 years ago

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Stalker Malleus x Possessive Leona x FEM oc! Chubby girl!

( yandere Leona and Malleus being rivals while keeping their darling to themselves surprisingly well. )

Leona didn't like Sharing his darling with the school people looking at her, smiling at her, hell her friends who obviously have a crush on her but don't say anything Ace and Deuce are lucky to speak to her. He's very protective and possessive over her and he loves having her to himself wether it's P.E or just learning basic potions making classes his green eyes are watching her but now another set of green eyes is watching her Malleus.

He stalks her from time to time and loves looking at her chubby frame. She's the most cutest thing he's ever seen in his long time being alive and Sebek also likes it. He often peek are her boobs or thighs and the rest of her having Lilia and Ruggie teasing him to the point of him blushing.

Of course poor Jada is in a hard place between a lion and a dragon. Two princes of two different worlds, one rivalry that has her blushing by how in her own world men don't act like this she gets shamed for her body but here she's loved and adored by all.

Dorm heads often fight about her and who's dorm she's staying in 😂😂😭✋🏾. Kalim made a osis and washed the others away and got away on his magic carpet.

Leona had Ruggie kidnap her and brought her to his room and they nap together. Aside from them Malleus has his own way of taking her away he appears and smiles at her "Hello my beautiful rose 🌹 I've come to take you back to my dorm."

She goes with him and a ball is taking place where he uses his magic to transform her dress into a fancy ball gown.

With Lilia's help the dress turned even more beautiful with Floral designs added to the pink dress.

"Shall we dance my love?"

He held out his hand and she took it smiling at him "Yes my prince."

The song their dancing too.

As they waltzed among the other students looking at them in awe Lilia looking like a proud dad all of sudden had the other students barge in "What is the meaning of this Draconia?!"

Said Riddle the headmaster was confused but knew that Malleus never been invited to much things and so he saw at a party for them Leona saw it as him trying to steal his future queen 👑. "Grr you got a lot of nerve!"

Diasomnia didn't know their dorm leader was at war with Savanhaclaw dorm head tho some saw it coming.

"Guys look one can eat lunch with me and the other can eat lunch with me tomorrow..deal?"

They looked at each other before shaking hands and agreeing tho they could be since she can be a little bit scary when mad. Leona had her most of the time and Malleus did too this became normal for both of them.

Of course Grim basically protect her since he doesn't trust them that well

"Hmp I don't get why you have to go over to the Diasomnia dorm Malleus is over here most of the time anyway?"

"Because I don't want to have to fight to get them out of here."

"Uh fine but I'm watch that lion and dragon my eyes are on them like a hawk!"

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland leona #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #Spotify

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ahdriking · 2 years ago

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A03 wrapped 3 and 29

Love you Ames! Prepare yourself for some unnecessarily LONG and introspective answers 😂

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Blue Blood. Probably goes without saying 😂 however! I'll pick from my one shots too! Of all of them Make Me Come Undone stands out the most. AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY.

It's not just that it's SUPER long, it's not just that it has more orgasms/orgasm descriptions than any other fic I've written, it's not just that it's super fucking kinky and I still kinda blush when thinking about it- it's that it was fucking hard. Sometimes when writing fic it's a straight shot from start to finish, you feel inspired from the get go and that carries you to the end. But other times? You run out of steam. And you feel like giving up. And it gets really difficult.

Make Me Come Undone started off as a side project to refresh me from Blue Blood, as a gift fic for @kissporsche (who was very stubborn about giving me kinks, she was all "but I'll love anything you write!!"). The motivating, main kink I eventually got her excited about was "overstimulation and punishment" and everything else was kinda up in the air. I was keen to start it, inspired to explore it. But I ran out of steam after 500 words. Maybe it was the intimidating factor of knowing how many orgasms I'd have to creatively and non-repetitively describe, or maybe it was the fact that it was meant to be reasonably short but the finish line just kept getting further and further and further away, making progress feel stagnant. I don't know! All I know is that eventually I was at the point of having to either decide to abandon it temporarily, or force myself to knuckle the fuck down and do it. You can probably guess which one I went with 😂

The writing process was a constant game of oh we're at 3k? Probably well over halfway. Oh we're at 6k? Uhh I'm sure it'll wrap up soon. Shit 9k? What the hell is happening?? 12k??? This is getting out of hand???? 15k??????? WHAT HAVE I DONE. Honestly, after we hit 7k mark and I realised there was still so much I wanted to explore, the rest of the process was just laughing hysterically while tears streamed down my face.

As soon as it was finished, I wanted to just post it and move on (it was SUPER DIFFICULT not immediately shoving it under Kissporsche's nose, because she's my beta/muse and I crave her approval ahah) because I'm not a huge fan of editing- I'll give every fic a once over, and when it's really important (like blue blood) I'll invest serious time into it, but I prefer to be diligent during the writing process and re-read/edit sections as I go so that I don't really have to. I also tend to rely quite heavily on my betas 😂 But Make Me Come Undone had gotten to be so big, so fucking monumental, that I couldn't stand the thought of having done SO MUCH work on it, only for it to end up sub-par because I couldn't be bothered to edit. So I sent out a call on the discord to see if anyone would be up for reading it, because @kissporsche wasn't allowed to see it till it was done.

@mortimerlatrice volunteered, and I was like awesome! It's always a little scary getting someone to beta for you the first time--because you never know if your styles will clash, or if they'll be able to work in line with your vision, or if they'll invest as much love/care/energy into it as you want from them-- but I had a good feeling about Mort, who's art I adored. And then do you know what happened? This stunning individual, this saint, this god, went through all 15k with a fine toothed comb like they were being paid to do it. They murdered my commas, tidied my grammar, challenged my repetitions, suggested improvements, provided entertaining commentary, HIGHLIGHTED IT LIKE AN ENGLISH REPORT, poured over each section individually and collectively, re-read it at least 4-5 times, answered all my questions, investigated all my concerns, and spent fucking hours doing it. I was not only blown away by their dedication and competence, but I was personally humbled by their attention to detail and desire to make the fic the best version of itself that it could be. It had been my intention to have Mort edit it, integrate their changes/suggestions, and post it. But after I got that first draft back, I literally couldn't. There was just too much more that could be done to improve the fic, and after all the work Mort had done, I couldn't not do it. So, instead I religiously went through the whole damn thing again, picked Mort's brain relentlessly for various ideas/improvements, genuinely restructured entire sections, spent time meticulously investigating the dynamics/continuity for quality and consent-levels control, and just generally fucking worked some damn magic on that fic over the course of 2 more days, passing it back and forth with Mort, until it was done.

Editing Make Me Come Undone was the longest, most meticulous and most arduous refinement process than I have ever committed to for a single fic. So not only had it been quite challenging and taxing to write, but it had been a monumental effort to edit as well! But I tell you what. When Mort and I finally finished that last edit, and I could sit back and look at the whole thing completely, I have never felt more fucking proud of a fic. I was genuinely, deeply impressed with it. Normally, when publishing fics, there's always a part of me that thinks it could probably be better, or that maybe it isn't really that great, that's just a natural part of my nerves. But with this fic? I have never felt so absolutely, unabashedly confident that it was amazing. I was 100% happy with it. That was the reason I called it my magnum opus- not just cos it was impressively long, but because it truly is the most professionally, dazzlingly perfected fic I've ever written.

Basically tl;dr Make Me Come Undone was a hell of a project, but thanks to the magical talents of @mortimerlatrice, and with a little bit of extra effort on my behalf, it truly feels like the most high quality fic I feel like I've ever written.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I'm really terrible at these kinds of questions, cos I don't fuckin remember what I've written most of the time 😂 I remember having moments where I'm writing something and I feel moved by it, or amused by it, or excited about the layers to it, but I cannot for the life of me recall any off the top of my head. The one exception to this is "Better to dance with the devil than wait with god on your dance card" cos @kissporsche specifically pointed that out during their edit 😂

I'd be curious to know though if anyone does have any favourite lines of mine that come to mind? It's always really inspiring to see what impacts people!

Anyway, if you've made it this far I'm giving you a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek for being such a cool fan!! I really appreciate you 🥰🥰🥰

#ask game #ahdris asks

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alwayzraven · 2 years ago

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Kardeşlerim Ep 57

So 3 months have passed, first thing Omer did in the morning was go for a swim and that was so adorable. It's also Emel's first day at school. Omer wants to organize a party to celebrate the start of the school year. I love that Omer is embracing his new lifestyle because they went through hell, so yes he deserves it but stealing those watched was not cool !

Sengul sent Aybike and Oglucan to her native town/village during summer so they won't notice that she is pregnant. Sengul didn't tell them that she is pregnant yet but she will later when Aybike finds the ultrasound image. When they saw her belly, they asked her if she gained weight and she said no she still weighs/looks the same.

Akif is selling rocks now and telling people that these rocks can bring them luck/good things. He is still scamming people even after he lost all his fortune. He ran from the police because he didn't have a permit to sell at that area.

Doruk and Berk arrived first to the school.

Doruk said later that he and Berk spent the summer with their moms.

Aybike and Oglucan came to school.

Berk hugged Aybike so tight.

Aybike: "Calm down"

Berk: "Calm down ?? We didn't see each other for 90 days ! look I am not saying 90 hours but 90 days ! of course I am going to hug you, of course I am going to breathe you in"

Aybike: "Okay but you know I don't like this, did you forget?"

Berk: "Ah that's right ! I haven't forgotten !" Then he looked at her Berk: "Why did you do to yourself this summer? It's like you became more scary"

Aybike: "Thank you"

Berk: "You're welcome! Thank you!"

Oglucan:" Look, these two are crazy ! I still don't understand their relationship"

Doruk: "Never mind ! They understand each other, that's enough"

Then Asiye and Omer came with their limousine. Omer hugged Oglucan, Aybike AND BERK. Berk called him "Omerim" which means my Omer/dear Omer in this case. OmBer starting the season strong ❤️️

Tolga and his, I can't believe I am saying this, sister also came to school and saw the limousine. Omer told Ismail that they'll take a taxi and Leyla told them to take a helicopter back home instead. She was trying to make fun of them. God ! She is so ANOOYING just liker her brother 😩 Oglucan's reaction when he heard her call Tolga "brother" was so funny 😂

Oglucan wants to find love now. He said that he was running around helping people back at the village all summer like an angle without wings because he wanted to collect good karma 😂

Beside Leyla, Afra joined the class. She is Gunul's daughter. She was living in Germany but of course no one knows she's Gunul's daughter yet.

Omer sent a message to one of the school's Whats app groups inviting everyone to his party. Of course Tolga received the message since he was also in the group. Oglucan was pissed that Tolga also received the invitation. He almost fainted

Oglucan: "He really made a stupid mistake ! "

Tolga:"Don't be sad Ogi ! we'll party together. In the end, it's rude not to respond to an invitation, right?"

Then he stood up and looked at Aybike.

Tolga: "I mean I know an etiquette rule like that exists !"

Lmao look who's talking about etiquette ! I can't with this man !

Aybike: "Yes it does"

Tolga: "Okay then we'll party together" Then he winked at her 😷

Berk: "Did this guy just wink at you? "

Aybike: "No, I didn't notice it"

Berk: "He is doing that just to get on my nerves ! He knows that he was invited by mistake but he said:"It'S oKaY i WiLl CoMe" "

I think Aybike liked his reaction 😂

Oglucan bumped into Afra when he was leaving the classroom and it was love at first sight ! I don't how he falls in love so quickly 😂

I like Afra tbh. She dragged Tolga when he tried to make fun of her for living abroad and unlike her mother she seems nice. Oglucan told her that she can sit beside him because the seat next to him is empty and pushed Omer to the side 😂

After class ended, Berk went outside and sat there alone. Aybike came to see him.

Aybike: "Berk? What's wrong? You left running with the phone in your hand as soon as the class ended. Did you receive some bad news?"

Berk: "No, something bad happened but it's not something new"

Aybike: "What do you mean?" Berk: "I am very forgetful ! I always mix up special days and birthdays"

I wonder if this is a hint that he's going to lose his memory after he hit his head 🤔

Aybike: "I've never seen you forget a special day and you even remembers my birthday better than me"

I guess this means that Aybike celebrated her 18th birthday and we didn't get to see it...

Berk: "Because I set an alarm for everything ! I save every special day and set a reminder. Just now, the phone reminded me of my dad's birthday, it's today. And there is a note "Don't buy a gift because there is a big possibility that you guys won't meet" it's obvious that I wrote that when I was angry"

Aybike: "Of course you got upset when you saw that! You're right !"

Berk: "Even if we couldn't meet, even if he didn't pay attention to me, knowing that I had a father somewhere was different. He would come running if something bad happened to me, I am sure of that"

Well at least he knows that he cared about him. This reminds me of when he got arrested in S1 and even though Resul was not there he did everything to help him.

Berk: "Anyway, I won't bother you with this. I noticed that I missed my dad and I got sad. It will pass"

Berk: "I am lucky to have you! I am lucky that you understand me ! Thank you"

Aybike: "Always"

Then he kissed her hand 🥺

After getting kicked out of the hostel, Akif went to Suzan's house but he also got kicked out from there. He went to Nebehat's house. Nebehat's neighbors were planning to rent their house but the couple renting it went to her house instead and Akif was there. He wanted to scam them and take their money but Nebehat came in time and stopped him She said she was going to call the police but Akif reminded her that he saved her when she murdered Resul. Nebahat said that she did it to protect him. Doruk heard everything and he was shocked. He said that he can't look at Berk and Ayla's face while knowing everything about Resul's murder. Nebahat begged him not to tell Berk because Ayla will definitely throw her in prison. Doruk agreed not to tell Berk.

Berk was crying in his room while looking at his pictures with his dad. I am not sure if he was holding his phone or his dad's phone.

His mom came to check on him. She saw him crying. Ayla said that she also misses Resul. He was her first love. This is why I get pissed off everytime I remember how they treated Resul's character. They could've wrote a plot for him and Ayla but no they had to write a cheap plot for him with Suzan. Berk called Doruk because he wanted to hang out with him. I love that he saved him as "Berko 👑". Berk noticed immediately that there was something wrong with Doruk's voice. Doruk said that he was sick and Berk said that he could bring him medications if he wants but Doruk said that he already took some.

It's party day, everyone came including Tolga and his sister. He directly went to talk to Aybike as the creep he is. Apparently he follows her on Instagram. I know they say “social media” but they mainly mean Instagram. Aybike shared post asking her followers which dress should she wear. There was a black dress and I guess the dress she was wearing at the party. I would've loved to see the black dress, I am sure it was better than the one she was wearing. Anyway, Tolga said that she should've wore the black dress because the color black suits her better. Aybike said that she wore that dress because everyone voted for it. Tolga said that she should stop caring about people's opinions and do whatever she wants. I know damn well he meant Berk here. Aybike said that everytime she posts a poll people chose her least favorite option and thought maybe they were trying to make her look ugly. Tolga said (wait for it) maybe they can't handle her beauty. At this point, I think I almost smashed my laptop. This scene was so creepy and so uncomfortable to watch. I think she should start carrying pepper spray with her or maybe a knife or a taser.

Tolga: "If it was up to me, the post with the bun hairstyle you shared in summer was better than braids"

Omg he has been stalking her on IG since summer !! He remembers all the of her posts??

Aybike agreed. Apparently she likes that hairstyle, I also think she looks cute with a bun 🥰

Then Berk came.

Berk: "What are you talking about ?"

Aybike: "I share pictures and I ask which one is better. That's what we're talking about"

Berk to Tolga: "What does this has to do with you"

Tolga: "nothing, it has nothing to do with me. I just share my opinion like any other normal person"

Berk: "Wait a minute, why does it concern you what my girlfriend chooses? What's it to you?"

Aybike: "Berk, I ask all my followers about that"

Berk: "Don't follow her ! Don't reply to her posts ! I don't want this guy to follow you Aybike ! I don't want it, okay?"

Here is Tolga's plan. While Berk loses his mind, he wants to look like a chill, non-violent person so Berk's behavior looks bad compared to his. I mean, we watched him set a building on fire who is he trying to fool ?

Tolga: "Maybe you should leave this to Aybike so she can decide on her own, no?" Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you feminist Tolga ! #IStandWithHer !

Berk: "Look don't make me lose my mind, I will destroy you here ! I am telling you don't follow her, okay?"

Aybike: "Berk stop !"

Tolga: "Look I promised Omer that I won't cause any problems here. Calm down so your girlfriend won't remember what kind of person you are, okay? I am sorry Aybike" and then he left.

Aybike: "What are you doing? have you lost your mind?"

Berk: "Do you talk with him on social media?"

Aybike: "I am sorry?"

Berk: "Do you talk with him?"

Aybike: "He commented on my posts and he liked my pictures, in the past, I mean he did this during summer"

Berk: "So he did this during summer? Wow Aybike ! Wow"

Aybike: "Have you lost your mind? I shared my posts with everyone, he commented on them and everyone can see that. It’s not a secret! Why were you surprised? "

Berk: "Because I didn't know Aybike ! I didn't know that my girlfriend was communicating with that psychopath"

Aybike: "Then you should've opened your eyes and paid more attention to what I post"

Berk: "Oh so I am the one at fault here? Is that so Aybike? Bravo Aybike! Bravo!"

Then Berk left.

This was such a stupid fight and the scene with Tolga was so GROSS 😷

This is what Tolga does everytime he gets obsessed with a girl. He tries to show her that they have so many things in common. He tries to act like a gentlemen and a pacifist but what's going to happen when he doesn't get what he wants from Aybike? Remember how he locked Cemile up in the apartment because she wanted to leave him? He will show his true self once he understand that he doesn't stand a chance with Aybike.

By the way, Berk was not jealous ! He called him "a psychopath" ! He was genuinely concerned but I wish he showed it in a different way ! It's not Aybike's fault here ! I love how everyone on twitter watched the fight and were like "OKAY NOW KISS"

Berk was sitting alone. Doruk asked Berk what's wrong and Berk told him about Tolga. Doruk told him to calm down. Berk said that when it comes to his father, mother, his girlfriend and Doruk, he loses his mind. Doruk told him not to do anything since they were at a party and Berk said that he's not going to but they won't be able to break him and Tolga up when he catches him at school. Doruk wanted to leave and Berk asked him what's wrong because he's been avoiding him for days now. Berk told him that he is the only man he trusts after his dad. When I heard this I knew shit was going to hit the fan in a couple of seconds. Berk said that if he did something to break his heart, he should tell him and he'll apologize. Berk said that he loves him so much and called him brother. At this point, Doruk couldn't handle it anymore and told him everything. Berk lost it and told him that his parents will tell the police what they know. I don't know what he was planning to do. I thought he was going to drag Doruk to the police station but he said that Doruk and his parents will tell him everything about his dad's murder. I assume he was dragging Doruk so they can go together to the Atakul's house and talk about this then go to the police. Doruk kept on saying that it was an accident. His mom did not kill Resul. Idk if he really believes that or if he's lying to protect his mom but if Nebehat did not hit Resul on his head, he would be alive today.

Omer came and asked them if they both have lost their minds. Berk was about to tell him about everything but Doruk punched him and Berk fell into the pool. Doruk kept on calling him as if he was going to pop up from under water and say “JK”. I don't know what kind of reaction Doruk expected from Berk after he told him how his dad died. Of course he was going to be pissed.

They didn't show much in the teaser about what happened with Berk. Omer got him out of the pool and Doruk said that this happened because of him. I know that they started filming ep 59 yesterday so I am not sure if they are going to film hospital scenes for Berk. Berk will probably lose his memory but maybe not all of it. Just what happened with Doruk before he fell into the pool because there is no way Berk is going to stay silent knowing everything about his dad's murder.

We will see Omer's father in the next episode. He kicked the Eren siblings from Sevgi's house. Two new actors joined the cast as students at Attaman school, one of them or both of them might be Omer's siblings.

#kardeslerim #kardeşlerim #ayber #recap

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lucid-fate-if · 3 years ago

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Hi istahil!

I recently discovered your blog and why're you so effortlessly funny 🤣😂

Also! Wanted to know what you thought of @solangewrite (solange), @villains-promise (Felix) and @jaunefleurwrites (jaune)

They're also part of my new favorite IF creators!

Anon, you get an adorbz award ❤️🏆❤️

The exams are surprisingly going smoothly...too smoothly... suspish

But fr WHY THE HELL- YOU'RE ASKING ME WHY I'M FUNNY- WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE!? 🧐

Oh wait you asked a question -

*la clear throat*

Today I'll be giving a speech on these dear internet neighbors of mine.

The scary neighbor - @jaunefleurwrites

This neighborhood is scary because of jaune. I'm scared for my life but once in a while I go knock on her door and run off- I MEAN I CHECK UP ON HER TO SEE IF SHE'S HAVING A GREAT ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL DAY 😤

She's really fun to banter with is what I'll say and I'll continue poking at her till I get smacked across the head or something- but jaune loves me too much to fight me sooo I'm saféeèé😗💅

Chill birthday rival Neighbor - @villains-promise

Felix is chill. Felix is nice. Felix is trying to go about his day but I'm here trying to confuse him by talking about a different timezone everday- I WILL REMIND YOU OFF YOUR BIRTHDAY FIRST AND MAKE YOU FORGET WHERE I LIVE 😤😡😡

Felix is actually fun to talk to and I only recently started neighboring with. Best birthday rival person ☝️ anywayzzzzz, I have my winning speech ready Felix so 😌👎

Adorable Neighbor - @solangewrite

Solange seems to be super nice! It would be fun to speak more.

I don't really know solange really well! (I'm sure I will in the future anon so don't fret, I'm on it 🚪🏃‍♀️💨💨)

#cute anon!💕#hearts <333333 #i'mma keep decorating posts with hearts 💖❤️💕💖❤️💕💖#lucid fate if #anon ask #author asks

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br4inr0tx · 3 years ago

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hii if your matchups are open can I have a aot and Mha matchup please 🖤 (if not you can just ignore this)

She/her, pan

I'm 5'6 and look like this

Personality: I tend to keep to myself unless someone comes up to me and starts a conversation (a lot of people say I'm very intimidating when they first meet me for some reason 😂). I tend to be slightly reserved with someone until I'm comfortable with them, then I'm a massive dork (I love to joke around and make people laugh). I am very empathetic, always trying to keep the people around me happy (even if I'm not in the end) I hate disappointing people so I can over work myself sometimes. If someone is rude or annoying me I tend to get very sassy and sarcastic. I am very protective of my friends and love ones and get very angry if someone hurts them. I'm also a very calm person and it takes a lot for me to get angry/snap. I also sleep a lot....like a lot, unless it's during the school year then I tend to get like three hours lol (it's a running joke in my friend group that I never sleep). sometimes I stop in the middle of talking because I think I talk to much (I've been told many times that I do so I just try not to really talk in a way)i play with my hands a lot, I have a really high pitched (idk sorta cute?) sneeze, I can be very clumsy (I literally tripped on air once😂) when I do something scary my hands shaky after I've done the scary thing (if that makes any sense).

Aquarius, infj.

I like reading books, writing, listening to music (mostly kpop). I love love to dance (again mostly kpop). And even though I hate being in front of crowds I do like doing shows where I dance (I've done it multiple times with my friends at school events😊). I love doing my makeup especially crazy colored eye shadow. I love to be outside also. I also like to go on car rides in the middle of the night (I love going to get food then sit in a random parking lot). I dislike rude people, heights (I have a fear of falling from them) and peaches (I hate peaches).

My favorite movie is spirited away.

My favorite song is run away (txt)

I got you, my fellow infj. 👍

Your Attack on Titan matchup is.. Connie Springer !!

• Connie would be a good fit for you. Your not too chaotic, but not to quiet either. I’m sure you can get on his sarcastic level, and be great partners. This goes for Sasha too, but I’m not sure if her impulsivity would stress you out too much.

• You’re a hell of a lot taller then him, so please bully him for it. Especially if he gets really snappy one day, just say something about his height and he’ll shut up and get all flustered- the short king he is.

• Connie doesn’t seem to find people all that intimidating to be honest, unless they’re really impressive higher ups that he knows damn well will kick his ass. That being said, you’re not intimidating to him. He’s the first one to talk to you, specifically starting off with a snide remark before properly introducing himself later.

• The two of you are just adorable dorks, who couldn’t picture the two of you at least being friends?

• He understands the pressure to keep everyone happy very well, as seeing them stresses him out from the real world. The two of you will most likely help each other try to find the good in the world that being said.

• If one of you ever gets hurt, fully expect the other to be right by your side. You guys take turns being each others guard dog lmao.

• Absolutely bullies you to get a good amount of sleep- being throwing pillows at you if he’s in a mood or straight up telling you to go to bed. He tries to do that trope where you fall asleep while cuddling together but you guys just end up staying up later then before telling stories.

• Talk all you want, it keep Connie from wondering in his negative thoughts. I could be anything from your favorite book to how you enjoy the weather today, he’d love to hear it. It goes without being said that there are times to be serious, like with titan related shenanigans. He mostly likes to hear your stories anytime he has a short break during the day.

• Your quirks don’t bother him. Actually, I think he notices but chooses to never bring them up, as he doesn’t want to offend you if little quirks like that are just something you grew up doing.

• Okay, so Connie sucks at dancing. He tried to seriously dance with you one time I bet but just- failed. It ended with you just laughing your ass off at him.

• Sense this is aot cars not game consoles exist. For a place holder let’s say you just walk to whatever place you’d like to explore. Connie comes with for two reasons. He loves being in your presence, and he doesn’t want to see you hurt if something happens, referring back to the "guard dog" thing.

• The two of you are a couple no one wants to bother cause it’s just so damn cute. Very respectful, and I’m sure your relationship isn’t to chaotic to get in the way of anything. Genuine and healthy as it should be. 👍

Your Boku no Hero Academia matchup is.. Izuku Midoriya !!

• For this one I was also thinking of Kaminari, but I figured he might be to hyper and chaotic for your more calm nature. That’s why I think Midoriya is right for you, still having that nerdy enthusiasm but not so much as a little gremlin.

• Once again, you’re taller. Only slightly, by an inch. Not much is said about it between the two of you because it’s so close.

• Okay sure, you were a little intimidated by him at first. Top kid in the class? I mean- come on. He’s intimidated by the same people however due to his situation (which I surprisingly doesn’t even tell you). He eventually grows out of his shell when he gets more comfortable with his class, so eventually it’s inevitable that he won’t talk to you at least once or twice a week; even more when the two of you become friends and so on.

• Just a couple of nerds being nerds. The two of you definitely just go on random information dumps from time to time. Not to mention you seem to remember everything the other says- just to bring it up later.

• He knows the feeling of wanting to please everyone all to well; he’s a hero after all. He’s to much of a hypocrite to even mention that he does the same thing after he tells you don’t need to make everyone happy.

• You know how to stand up for yourself, I think you’d be able to get Midoriya to feel more confident about himself and stand up against the others even better then he did before.

• Midoriya offers you melatonin gummies or medicines to help you sleep. His anxiety keeps him up at night, so he takes them himself anyway. He’ll also cuddle you if that helps, though it might be the same situation with Connie. 😭

• Girl, have you listened to this boy ramble? Like I mentioned you guys can keep a conversation going for hours, hell, a whole day and never get bored. He enjoys that most in your relationship, that’s the two of you can just converse about anything with no judgement.

• A personal headcanon of mine is that Midoriya has nervous stims or quirks to regulate is anxiety, so he doesn’t judge you for yours. I assumed it’s just to keep you on your toes.

• Midoriya regularly spends time outside training, as we’ve seen multiple times. Imagine the two of you outside at night, him training and you writing something in your journal to maybe turn into a story later, while softly listening the kpop as to not wake the few heros who might already have been sleeping. That’s usually how the nights would go. 👍

• You guys are so adorable hhh

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