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mrspiastri · 2 months ago

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✩ first and last 🦢

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fluff, first time relationships

wc: 3.6k words

an: thank you to @castofstrangerthings for the req! i couldn’t directly respond to it for some reason so here! also i know you asked for oscar but this just felt so apt for lando i had to!! :p

For Y/N, dating wasn’t really something at the forefront of her mind. After hearing horror stories of all the crazy boyfriends her friends had to endure since middle school, she was more than content remaining celibate.

This continued throughout her schooling days, where she never bothered to start dating. And it was a big help to her cause that no boys ever made a move on her.

It wasn’t that she was unattractive, nor was it her personality. She was well-known throughout her school, and the teachers liked her too. She had a few male friends as well, and while they enjoyed hanging out, she was never asked out by even one of them.

So, she was the butt of her friends' lighthearted jokes about how she was the only one graduating high school without ever having a boyfriend, kissing someone, or even being romantically interested in a man. Hell, she hadn’t even been on a date before!

Y/N much preferred it this way—'more men, more problems' was her belief in life. However, this changed when she went to university.

She and Lando Norris met on the same day of orientation, both eager to join their uni’s debate team. After being seated next to each other for almost an hour during auditions, they were called in to debate each other on the topic of whether the ‘male loneliness epidemic’ was real. Much to her chagrin, Y/N had to argue for the motion.

That very debate was the foundation of their friendship, and now, in junior year, the pair remained closer than ever.

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Being raised in a family with a wonderful mother and two sisters really sets a man up for success in the dating world. Lando was always in demand, his alluring and charming personality combined with his ravishing good looks and mild-mannered ways leading to girls constantly trying their luck with him.

At every party, every ten or so minutes, he was either being snogged by a pretty blonde or comparing hand sizes with a striking brunette.

He always admired Y/N’s commitment to being single, knowing her feelings towards the dating scene in today’s world. And somewhere along the line, his admiration for her changed to awe, and from awe, it evolved into emotions he never thought he’d ever feel for her.

After spending the better half of the past two years stuck by her side, with the third one beginning a few weeks ago, he found himself falling headfirst for Y/N and all her quirks and dynamics.

He had found it very difficult to admit it to himself that he fancied her, but on a random Tuesday morning, as she was wallowing over the waffles running out at breakfast, it hit him like a lightning bolt:

He had the biggest, fattest, most irrepressible crush on his best friend.

He had seen her for the first time when they were just freshly turned 18-year-olds, sniggering over the terrible chairs they had to sit on while waiting their turn for auditions. He was there when she was upset over not being able to sign up for a class she was desperate to take in her first semester.

He giggled while she almost keeled over after taking her first-ever shot of tequila at a sorority party at Kappa Alpha Theta, and he was the one who held her hair up while she threw up into a toilet bowl, rubbing her back soothingly as she moaned over how she would never touch alcohol again.

So how was someone supposed to continue being best friends with the girl he was falling for faster than a meteor hurling through space?

To him, the answer was simple: dropping simple but subtle hints to make his intentions known.

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The hints had started small, but now they were practically glaring neon signs. At least, to everyone except Y/N.

Lando had tried everything to make his feelings clear. He was always touching her, always standing closer than necessary, always finding ways to bring her into his space. He carried her books when she complained they were too heavy, sent her good morning texts every single day, and even learned the complicated coffee order she had been too embarrassed to repeat for him.

But nothing seemed to get through to her. And what made it worse was that everyone around them began noticing the change.

“Okay, but seriously,” her roommate drawled one afternoon as they sat in the campus café. “Are you guys, like, together-together?”

Y/N snorted, picking at her croissant. “What? No.”

Her roommate raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “So you’re telling me your best friend, who, by the way, has turned down every single girl who’s tried to ask him out in the last six months, just happens to buy you coffee every morning, keeps your favorite hoodie in his car in case you get cold, and practically looks like he’s in love every time he stares at you for more than five seconds?”

Lando, sitting beside Y/N, didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. He just leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her flounder for an answer.

“He’s just—” Y/N shook her head, laughing lightly. “That’s just how he is. Lando’s nice to everyone.”

Her friend scoffed. “Yeah, but he’s not doing any of that for me. Or anyone else.”

Lando chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. The gesture was so natural, so casual, that she barely even registered it, except for the way her heart suddenly felt like it was trying to break a world record for fastest beats per minute.

“I mean, I could start buying you coffee every morning,” he mused, tilting his head at the girl in front of them. “But I think Y/N might get jealous.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “Oh, please.”

But internally? She was spiralling.

Because the idea of Lando doing these things for someone else, buying their favorite drinks, remembering their order, keeping a hoodie for them, made her stomach twist in a way she didn’t want to analyze too closely.

And it wasn’t just her roommate who had questioned them, either. At a party the previous weekend, they had been standing by the drinks table when a guy in their Stats class had wandered over, glancing between them with an appraising look.

“You two are dating, right?” he asked, casually pouring himself a drink.

Y/N choked on her own sip of beer. “What? No.”

He blinked. “Huh. Could’ve fooled me.”

She laughed it off, brushing the idea away as she always did, but Lando, who had been leaning against the table beside her, hand warm on the small of her back, had simply raised an eyebrow, amused.

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Over the course of midterms week, Y/N was seconds away from throwing her laptop out the nearest window and dramatically declaring herself an academic failure.

She had spent hours buried in notes, highlighting until her fingers cramped, and yet nothing was sticking. Her brain was mush. Her body was tense. Her stress levels were at an all-time high.

Meanwhile. Lando, sitting across from her in their usual library spot, looked annoyingly unbothered.

“How are you so calm?” she groaned, dropping her head onto her open textbook.

Lando smirked, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasn’t on the verge of multiple deadlines. “Because one of us needs to be. And let’s be honest, it was never gonna be you.”

She shot him a glare that had absolutely no bite to it. “You’re supposed to be suffering with me.

“I am,” he said, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I just look better doing it.”

She huffed dramatically, rubbing her temples. “I’m so close to losing my mind.”

That was apparently enough for Lando to intervene. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to her side of the table, nudging her chair back slightly before physically turning it so she was facing him. Before she could protest, he crouched down in front of her, settling his hands on her knees.

Y/N stopped breathing.

“Peach,” he murmured, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her bare skin. “You need a break.”

Her brain stuttered at the nickname, and she knew exactly what he was referencing. It began in the winter break of freshman year, after a visit to Y/N’s house.

Her mom had been all too eager to embarrass her, flipping through old photo albums until she landed on the picture, one of baby Y/N, no older than two, sitting in a tiny plastic chair in her backyard, absolutely covered in peach juice.

There were peach slices in her chubby fists, sticky residue all over her cheeks, and a look of pure, unfiltered joy on her face as she devoured the fruit like it was the best thing in the world.

Lando had lost it.

“No way,” he had laughed, taking a picture of the photo for future blackmail. “You were a menace.”

“I was a child,” Y/N had huffed, cheeks burning as she tried (and failed) to snatch the album from him.

Her mom had only made it worse, recounting how Y/N had been obsessed with peaches, demanding them at every meal and managing to make a colossal mess every single time.

And that is where ‘Peach’ originated from.

She barely managed to remember that moment, when she felt Lando’s warm hands trailing up and down her thighs, fingers grazing the hem of her shorts.

“I can’t take a break,” she whispered, voice embarrassingly shaky.

“You can,” he said, firm but soft, his grip tightening slightly. “And you will. Because if you stress yourself into a breakdown, who’s gonna remind me when all my assignments are due?”

Y/N would have laughed, if she wasn’t mentally losing it at the way his hands lingered on her thighs, his touch burning and grounding.

“Five minutes,” he coaxed, voice a low hum. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

She swore she blacked out for a moment.

Because what the FUCK?

When did he get so touchy? And why did he have to sound like that? Like he was saying something completely normal but making it sound criminally intimate?

“I…” She swallowed hard, eyes darting anywhere but his face. “I don’t know how to turn my brain off.”

Lando sighed, standing back up—but instead of moving away, he settled behind her chair, placing his hands on her shoulders and squeezing gently.

“Then let me do it for you.” And holy shit.

The moment his hands started kneading into her muscles, Y/N melted.

His thumbs dug into the tense spots at the base of her neck, slow and deliberate, like he was unraveling her stress with his hands alone. His fingers pressed into the tight knots in her shoulders, rubbing small, soothing circles that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck,” she muttered, eyes fluttering shut before she could stop herself.

Lando chuckled behind her. “That good, huh?”

She wanted to be embarrassed, but she was too far gone to care. His touch was ridiculously good, and for the first time all week, she felt her body relax.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low as he leaned down slightly, his breath warm against the side of her face. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

She absolutely did not breathe.

Instead, she sat there, skin burning, heart racing, mind spiraling at the fact that her best friend was currently massaging her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And then, because Lando loved making her suffer, he let his fingers slide up, brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of her neck before tracing back down her shoulders.

Y/N jumped.

Lando laughed, his voice right in her ear. “Ticklish?”

“N-no,” she lied, gripping the edges of her chair so tight her knuckles turned white.

“Mm,” he hummed, clearly amused. He gave her shoulders one last squeeze before finally stepping back. “Feel better?”

No. Absolutely not. She felt like she needed to go outside and scream into the void.

But she nodded anyway, avoiding his gaze like her life depended on it.

“Good.” Lando ruffled her hair, grinning. “Now let’s get back to work before you have a full-on breakdown.”

Y/N didn’t have a breakdown over midterms. But she did have one over the realization that she was so fucking screwed.

After hell week, she locked herself in her dorm room, trying to make sense of the past few weeks. For almost 3 months, Lando had been inciting the most out of the blue emotions in Y/N.

He had changed. But it didn’t mean anything.

He had always been tactile, affectionate. He had always been protective, always made her feel like she mattered. It was just who he was.

The problem was, she had started to want it. To crave the warmth of his palm on her thigh when he absentmindedly reached for her during study sessions. To hear the way he murmured "Night, Peach," like it was something soft and fragile and theirs.

And she hated herself for it. Because Lando didn’t like her. Because if he did, if any of this meant something to him, surely he would have said something by now.

Right?

So she did what she had always done.

She laughed when their friends teased them about how they acted like a couple. She rolled her eyes when people assumed they were together. She ignored the way her heart ached every time he pulled away, convinced herself she was imagining the way he looked at her sometimes, like he saw through everything.

Because no matter how much she was falling for him, Lando wasn’t falling for her.

And she just had to live with it.

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From the very first time she visited his home in Bristol, Lando’s parents had welcomed her like she was one of their own. His sisters had immediately pulled her into their group, and his mum and dad never let her leave without offering her enough food to last a month.

So when his parents insisted she come home with him for the semester break, she hadn’t even thought to say no.

Now, sitting in his childhood bedroom, cross-legged on his bed as she flipped through an old photo album his dad had pulled out, she was glad she had agreed.

The photos were a goldmine, including one showing a 6 year old Lando, gap-toothed and grinning, covered in dirt from head to toe after what was probably an ill-advised adventure outside.

“You were so tiny,” she teased, laughing as she held up a picture of him pouting dramatically in a blazer and a pair of trousers that were slightly too big on him.

Lando, who had been sitting beside her, propped up on his elbow, rolled his eyes. “Not anymore I’m not,” he winked at her.

She huffed out a laugh, turning back to the photo. But his gaze lingered on her a beat longer than usual.

Y/N felt it, felt the weight of it, the same way she always did when he looked at her like that. Like she was something worth looking at.

The air between them had been charged for weeks now, the space they usually occupied so comfortably together feeling too small, like something unspoken was pressing against the edges.

She ignored it. She always ignored it.

Because no matter how much she overthought his touches, his lingering stares, the way he felt different lately, she couldn’t let herself believe it meant anything.

But Lando?

He had just about had enough.

He had tried subtlety. He had tried patience. But it had become painfully clear that Y/N, his oblivious best friend, was never going to realize what was right in front of her. So he decided, right then and there, that he was done waiting.

He sat up, closing the photo album in her lap and ignoring the small noise of protest she made. She blinked up at him in confusion, and God, how had he gone so long without kissing her?

“I can’t do this anymore.” His voice was quiet, firm.

Y/N frowned. “Do what?”

Lando inhaled sharply. “This. The hints, the waiting, hoping you’ll get it, I can’t anymore.”

She stared at him, brows furrowing in confusion, and it made him want to scream.

He reached out, cupping her jaw with one hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek in the softest way possible.

Y/N froze.

“I like you,” he said, the words steady and clear. “I like you in a way that isn’t just friendly, in a way that makes me want to pull you close every time I see you.”

“I like you in a way that makes it physically impossible for me to look at you and not think about how badly I want to be yours.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her pulse roaring in her ears. “You’re joking,” she said weakly.

Lando let out a soft, frustrated laugh, shaking his head. “No, Peach. I’m not joking. I’m telling you, finally telling you, that I’ve wanted you for so long, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t.”

Her brain stalled.

Every moment she had overthought suddenly flashed through her mind, the lingering touches, the way he always called her Peach like it was something sacred, the way he had never once left her side, had never once let her doubt that he would be there.

And now, here he was, saying the thing she had never let herself believe. Her silence stretched between them, and for the first time in a long time, Lando looked uncertain.

His hand, still resting against her jaw, twitched slightly, like he was afraid she was going to pull away.

“Say something,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“I—” She swallowed hard, trying to piece together a coherent thought. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything.”

And before she could overthink it, before she could let herself spiral into a million reasons why this couldn’t be real, Lando leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft at first, a question rather than a demand. His lips brushed against hers hesitantly, like he was giving her a chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

Instead, she melted, her hands finding his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.

That was all Lando needed.

His other hand found her waist, tugging her closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to make up for the moments they had wasted.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s heart was hammering, her head spinning. Lando rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips.

“Please tell me you know what to say,” he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, I think I have an idea.”

“Good.” Lando grinned, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Took you long enough.”

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It had been almost a year since that night at his family home in Bristol, since he had finally given up on the hints and just told her. Since he had kissed her like he had been waiting his whole life to do it. Since she had stopped pretending she wasn’t completely, irreversibly his.

Now, they were curled up on his bed in his off-campus apartment, the soft glow of morning slipping through the blinds. Lando was still half-asleep, his face buried in the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her like he had no intention of letting go.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Y/N smiled, running her fingers through his curls. “Am not.”

Lando huffed out a laugh, pulling her impossibly closer. “Liar.”

“Lando.”

He hummed, still fixated on her in his arms. “Yeah, Peach?”

She smiled. The nickname had never gone away.

She stretched out on the bed, letting her cheek rest against the pillow as she watched him. “Did you know you’re my first in everything?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”

“Everything,” she confirmed, biting her lip. “First kiss, first boyfriend, first person I’ve ever said ‘I love you’ to…” She paused, eyes twinkling. “And, you know. First in other ways.”

Lando smirked. “I’m very aware, sweetheart.”

Her face burned, but she refused to look away. “You’re my first everything. It’s kind of unfair, don’t you think?”

His fingers reached out to her, brushing them over her flushed cheek. “You’re my first real everything too, you know,” he murmured, voice softer now.

She blinked up at him. “Really?”

Lando nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “First girl I’ve ever been completely gone for.”

A kiss on her cheek. “First person I’ve ever loved.”

Another kiss, this time to her nose. “First person I never want to lose.”

Y/N’s heart swelled. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her. He laughed, letting her hold him close as he buried his face in her neck, his arms slipping around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his curls.

Lando tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her collarbone as he murmured, “I love you more, Peach.”

And she believed it, because if there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that Lando Norris was her first in everything.

And if she was lucky, he’d also be her last.

i’m going to be so honest i started writing this at like 11 something pm and finished by around 2 am. and i only proof read like maybe the first few scenes and then i gave up bc i genuinely feel so sleepy rn, but yes here you go my geeks ^_^

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ddarker-dreams · 6 months ago

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lock's otome game recs

i received some asks indicating an interest in a compilation of my favorite otome games, so i decided to go for it!! i've played about fourteen otome games, but of those fourteen, only these six left a lasting impression on me. there are still some that i intend to check out, so the rankings may update in the future. i'll give a very general overview of each game and how i'd score the categories that i find the most important in an otome game — the heroine, story, art, enjoyability, along with the characters i liked the most.

number 6 - piofiore fated memories.

heroine: 6/10 story: 6.5/10 characters: 7/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 8/10 favorite characters: dante (ishikawa kaito), nicola (kimura ryouhei) and yang (okamoto nobuhiko)

this game centers around the heroine, with the default name liliana adornato, who finds herself entangled in the politics of the region's three most prominent crime organizations. the game has an italian backdrop and iirc, takes place in the 1930s.

the overarching narrative, while it has its fair share of intrigue, isn't the game's strongest point. it's the interactions with the characters themselves that made the game feel worthwhile. each love interest has more to them than what meets the eye, so it's satisfying to watch the relationship between them and the heroine develop.

the heroine takes a passive role throughout much of the game, events sorta just happen to her. still, she has a kind disposition that makes her likable and doesn't make stupid decisions that has you wanting to fling your console across the room. her characterization changes slightly depending on the route. for instance, without getting into spoilers, she's more assertive throughout yang's route. the resulting dynamic made yang's route the most memorable, even if he's my third favorite character from the bunch.

what feels unique to this game is the effort put into the bad endings. in most visual novels, bad endings can feel like gimmicks. you make one or two wrong decisions and you're rewarded with a few paragraphs. the downward spiral of the characters in the bad endings are decently fleshed out and you can see how they arrived at this 'worst' version of themselves. they're suitably dark and it shouldn't come as a surprise that i enjoyed them because of that 😭

then there's the art. it's stunning, the details in each CG are mindboggling. the heroine gets to wear a variety of pretty outfits which is something i like to see. even in the story's weaker moments, a stunning CG would pop up that had me forgiving everything. i still glance through the gallery to this day.

number five - cupid parasite.

heroine: 9.5/10 story: 7/10 characters: 7/10 art: 9/10 enjoyability: 9/10 favorite characters: ryuki keisaiin (junya enoki) & gill lovecraft (kimura ryouhei)

iconic. showstopping. a little bit camp.

cupid parasite stars one of my favorite heroines, lynette. she works as a bridal advisor whose ambition is to ensure everyone finds their soulmate. in actuality, she's the goddess cupid, who left her post in celestia to better understand humanity and create lasting pairs. she's a delight to play as.

this game's presentation and overall aesthetic is the most distinct from any otome game i've played. aside from the presentation, the story itself is unlike any of the others on this list. when it comes to romance, i typically prefer them to be dark and mature. this game opts for a more lighthearted approach. it vacillates between being a romcom and dipping into the absurdist genre. there were times i was literally left speechless (glances at gill's route)... but it makes for an entertaining experience. the game's plenty funny as well.

personally, i enjoyed the more grounded moments when the mythological elements remained in the background. because of this, the true ending doesn't do it for me as much as they do in other games. as with anything, this is a personal preference though. i liked all of the routes and found the game handles the development of each love interest well. we're introduced to these men at their most pathetic and get to help them become a little more well-adjusted. lowering the cringe meter, if you will. it makes their growth all the most satisfying as the narrative progresses.

number four - even if tempest.

heroine: 9/10 story: 8.5/10 characters: 8/10 art: 6/10 enjoyability: 9/10 favorite characters: the heroine herself, tyril i lister (noriaki sugiyama), crius castlerock (makoto furukawa) and lucien neuschburn (kaito ishikawa)

right from the get-go, this game's premise had me hooked. it features the heroine, anastasia (<3!), who leads an incredibly tragic life. she's bestowed the ability to reverse time following each of her deaths and uses this to unravel a mess of mysteries the world's setting is tangled in.

this game is absolutely anastasia's story. without spoiling anything, i loved the approach they took with the time rewinding ability. how it's incorporated is unique to an otome game, which they take full advantage of to amplify the tragic romances. on that note, the romance itself occasionally takes a backseat to the narrative as a whole. personally, i didn't mind this in the moment, since i found the story so interesting. in retrospect, i do wish that we got more moments between the heroine and each love interest, especially in the true ending.

there are more gameplay elements here as well. you have to conduct investigations, gather evidence, and apply what you've learned during these trial segments. when i first read about this, i thought it'd be a gimmick, but i liked playing through them. it incentivizes you to pay extra close attention to the world.

while i liked the narrative as a whole, i do wish we got more worldbuilding. there are hints of political subterfuge and religious oligarchy that, while touched upon, could've been leaned into more to give the setting a distinct feeling.

number three - olympia soiree

heroine: 8/10 story: 8/10 characters: 8/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 10/10 favorite characters: akaza (yoshitsugu matsuoka), himuka (shun horie), and yosuga (yuma uchida)

in olympia soirée, the eponymous heroine, olympia, lives in a society divided into castes based on colors. she is the last surviving member of a clan that can perform rituals to keep the sun aglow. this game is a lengthier title, i believe i clocked in around 25 ish hours (i don't use auto-play so that sheds some time). the story benefits from this, as olympia has rich worldbuilding and lore that's revealed throughout the route's progression.

we get to see the consequences of this caste system and olympia's growth as she becomes determined to realize a better future for the islands. this makes the heroine someone that you want to root for. personally, i'm a sucker for stories that center around a sheltered individual being forced to face the harsh realities of the world and maturing in their own way. this, paired with the struggles specific to this setting, make for a gripping backdrop for the character's routes. all the love interests have problems of their own that they need to address.

this is certainly a mature title, there's plenty of steamy scenes featuring gorgeous artwork. seriously... all the pretty CGs are absolute eye candy. i enjoyed the balance between the main narrative and the development of the romantic relationships, i don't remember ever feeling bored.

ironically enough, i think this is the darkest game from the bunch listed here, surpassing the game with actual horror elements. there's a whole litany of trigger warnings to be mindful of when going through the game's bad ends. they are, as the term suggests, Bad. not light or humorous in the slightest. the poor heroine goes through it. please be mindful of these more touchy subjects.

number two - 9 r.i.p

heroine: 8/10 story: 8/10 characters: 9/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 10/10 favorite characters: minami (nobuhiko okamoto), hibiki (shunichi toki), kureha (toshiki masuda), and koyo (ryota suzuki)

i was looking forward to the english localization of this game before it was even announced ... i'd been wanting an otome game with this vibe for ages. and it didn't disappoint! there are four different overarching story sections, with two characters each having their routes fall under them. this makes it difficult to give a summary since each route has a vastly different feel. some routes lean heavy into supernatural horror (such as hibiki and kureha), whereas others are just... supernatural (like with yukimaro and koharu).

the basic premise is that the main character, misa, is a high school girl burdened with her career survey. she's uncertain what she wants for the future and is being pressured by his mother to pursue a career in medicine. in one way or another, depending on the story section, she comes into contact with the afterlife and those who inhabit it.

i loved this game, i couldn't put it down. the routes that leaned heavy into horror were my favorites, which shouldn't be a surprise lol. i do feel some love interests were given preferential treatment of others, i wanted more from sena's storyline in particular, since he's voiced by one of my favorite VAs (tetsuya kakihara, the voice of scaramouche) 😭... apparently this game is receiving a fandisc, so hopefully they'll remedy that in the future.

minami stole the show for me. from what i've gauged online, he's a divisive character, you either find him grating or love him (like i do). i'm biased but i do think he has the most interesting and well-written story out of the love interests, i've played through it three times already. i just adored the dynamic between him and the heroine. he's petulant, selfish, and a bit immature, yet he goes to extremes for her as he realizes his unhinged feelings.

hibiki is a close second. the most yandere-coded of the bunch, he's soft-spoken and polite, but that exterior hides a creepy personality. like all of the characters in this game, there's a tragic element to him. i was worried about the role the heroine would play in helping him 'overcome' this, but i think they handled it well. it doesn't feel like the heroine's fixing him so much as she's helping him have a different perspective on certain events.

yeah i'm not normal about this game, i cannot recommend it enough. it would've taken the top slot if some of the routes were a bit more polished. i didn't care for yukimaro's at all, for example. routes like minami's, hibiki's, and koyo's more than make up for it though.

number one - collar x malice

heroine: 10/10 story: 10/10 characters: 10/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 10/10 favorite characters: takeru sasazuka (daisuke namikawa), kei okazaki (yuki kaji), and aiji yanagi (masakazu morita)

the holy grail. the otome games that died for our sins. this isn't just a good otome game, it's an excellent story, with a very human cast, commentary on issues like the nature of crime, and you're left wanting to solve the various mysterious as much as the heroine does. speaking of the heroine, miss hoshino ichika is my all-time favorite heroine. she's clever, resolute, compassionate, and you can't help but fall in love with her a little yourself 😭😭

i'm not sure if this makes sense, but the world feels very... full? you get this sense that ichika exists outside just interacting with the love interests. she has her career, friends, and her younger brother that act as more than passing NPCs. the writers ensured all the characters with portraits are given some level of depth. i left caring about more characters than the heroine and love interests.

each route is dedicated to working through a certain case, which keeps the story intriguing as you progress. finally, all of the little hints that have been littered throughout coalesce into the 'true' route, where questions you've had since the first chapter are given satisfactory conclusions. at the same time, you're left wondering about a few things, such as the complete philosophy of the main antagonist.

ichika's relationship with each of the love interests develops alongside the case they're investigating, which almost always have connections or parallels to the LI's past. this helped ground them in reality and flesh them out into dynamic characters. you come to care deeply about them alongside ichika. the romance feels earned and doesn't come on too fast, which some otome games suffer from.

if you like otome games and haven't played collar x malice yet, i fully recommend it!!!!!!!! it's the strongest title from what i've played so far.

#otome games #recommendations

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heretherebeturtles-comic · 2 months ago

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⭐ for the ask game. 😄

Here There Be - Director's Commentary

Chapter 1 - Part 2 (pages 5-9)

aka I had a dream about the turtles being hurt/sad/scared limping through a sewer being chased by something and it made me sad so I decided to inflict it on everyone else ( owo)b

MINI-SHELLDON!!! Donnie and SHELLY are completely running offline at the moment. Despite being disconnected from his larger mental server, the little guy is doing a good job scouting ahead and building a rough map for the turtles.

Pizza Rat <3

Page 5 - Panel 5 is where I first experimented with the painting style for the comic. I wanted a watercolour look, but a thicker paint look comes more naturally to me. Finding the right colour to fit the vibe took some time. I was originally going for a more sickly colour, but there is a lot to be said about the struggle of putting characters with green skin in a green environment.

Mikey walks ahead alone, impatient, pulling them forward. Leo supports a struggling Raph; by no fault of their own, the two dictate the slow progress forward. Donnie drifts behind, disconnected. Or maybe they are just walking in a sewer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In the movie, Leo wears his swords over his right shoulder, but here he has them at his hip and out of the way so Raph’s arm can rest over his shoulders. This is only partially because I kept forgetting to draw the weapons.

THIS PANEL ^^^ made me feel dizzy while I was working on it >:( I'm not quite satisfied with the final effect here, but I'm not really sure how I could have done it differently? I look forward to solving that puzzle someday with more experience.

Page 8 - The page where I felt bad \( T^T)/ what kind of monster would hurt them like this? Raph is trying his best to not worry his siblings, but oh buddy... Anyway, do you know how scary it is when your older sibling is injured? You can know that they are human and capable of being hurt, but that doesn't stop how earth shattering it can feel to see them fighting tears and down for the count. (my older sibling I know you just followed this blog, don't even worry about it, ilyyy)

In the series we see that they are all capable of lifting super heavy objects, Mikey in particular is comically strong, so the struggle here isn't being unable to lift Raph up, but in trying to support him while he struggles to stay upright despite his injuries.

I prefer stories where the characters get equal attention and screentime. Each and every turtle is going through multiple things the same time even if it's not stated outright, don't even worry about it :)

Page 9 - OH boy, some of the faces on this page are so rough and off model, but redoing the first chapter is the comic killer. Returning to improve the beginning of a story is an endless cycle of perfectionism and the reason many web comics and fanfics end. Plus! I think its cool to be able to look back and see the progress! To watch page by page as a comic artist's skills grow over time!

My storytelling style, while frequently lighthearted and silly, is a bit more down to earth than ROTTMNT's usual high comedy tone. I'm glad folks seem to be vibing with it so far!

#HTB-TMNT ⭐️ Directors Commentary #htb-tmnt #i loooove using visuals to imply stuff :)#third and last ask/post of the night

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crybabyddl · 22 days ago

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Reader and Eddie love getting high together. Their routine smoke sesh looks a little different tonight.

Warning: marijuana use, swearing, sexual tension, friends to lovers, fluff, mentions of alcohol & nicotine, 18+ content. MDNI.

Author's Note: Hi friends! I can't get the thought of smoking in Eddie's van out of my mind, probably because I want to get high so freaking bad. It's not fair that I didn't get to smoke on 4/20, so I'm writing this until I can go out to smoke with some friends or find some time to be alone so I can smoke without a lecture. I know it's probably not good for me, but living isn't really good for me either atp, so what's the big deal if I smoke a joint? lol... As for the oneshot, Eddie and the reader are in their 20s. Btw, shooters are the mini, hotel-sized alcohol bottles. They're also sometimes called nips or singles.

"Can I light it this time?" You ask eagerly, your sneakers kicking up dust from the gravel below.

"Sure, just be careful," Eddie warns as he hands you a lighter and the joint he just rolled. "It's windy and I don't want your hair catching on fire."

You give a lighthearted scoff before looking down at the lighter your friend handed to you. It's one of yours that Eddie "forgot" to give back—Animal from The Muppets wearing a leather jacket and holding a wooden drumstick. You don't have the heart to steal it back from him, knowing it suits him perfectly and that you'll see it the next time you smoke together.

Placing the filtered tip of the expertly rolled cone in your mouth, you sparked up the lighter, bringing it towards the end of the joint. Just before it catches, the wind blows out the flame. You try once more, only to be defeated by nature yet again. After the fifth attempt, Eddie notices and cups his hands near the lighter, sheltering it from the wind.

"This is why I'm usually the one who lights it." he remarks in a snarky, but playful tone.

"Oh shut up, it's just windy. I need to be able to smoke without your help at some point, you know." You elbow him sharply, eventually forfeiting the supplies to his ringed fingers.

"Smoke without me? You couldn't roll a joint to save your life!"

You narrow your eyes at Eddie.

"Hate to break it to you, but pre-rolls exist."

Eddie puts the joint to his lips, lighting it with ease. He takes a long drag before exhaling a long, narrow stream of smoke. You watch as it dissipates in the air. The wispy trail from the joint is still active as he holds the weed out to you.

"Not for free they don't," he retorts as you inhale. "Unless, of course, you get them from me."

He wasn't wrong; Eddie had been smoking you out free of charge for almost three months now. Sure, it was only on weekends, but you'd grown accustomed to the routine. Every Friday night, he'd pick you up from work in his shitty van, drive to the lookout point on Lover's Lake, and the two of you would swap customer service horror stories over a joint. Occasionally, he'd bring a vape or a paper bag of shooters, but the weed was always the preferred poison for your hangouts.

You roll your eyes as you exhale.

"I just want to learn how to do it all myself, I'd still smoke with you Eds."

Eddie holds out his thumb and index finger, anticipating the passing of the joint, but you decide to take another hit before handing it off.

The silence between you two is filled with the sounds of crickets and cicadas. As gross as bugs were, you were grateful for the summer nights filled with their songs.

You and Eddie continue smoking wordlessly, looking up at the stars, down at the moonlight reflecting on the lake, and across the trees as smoke dances past the the leaves rustling in the warm, windy air.

"Eds? Since when do you call me that?"

You shrug.

"I dunno, 'm just high."

"Okay." he lets out a loud sigh, louder than he intended.

"You good?" you ask him, slightly chuckling at his dramatic behavior.

"What? Yeah, I was just thinking and breathing at the same time."

"Not really sure what that means, but okay."

You pluck the joint from his fingers, bringing it to your lips and savoring the feeling you're experiencing right here and now. You loved not having to worry about anything, getting to be in nature with a person whose company you enjoyed, with nothing waiting to be done and nobody needing you for a favor. You wished life could always be like this—reality hazy, senses and appreciation elevated. You look over at Eddie, the glint of his rings capturing your attention. You trail your fingers across his knuckles, the texture, temperature, and visual stimulation of his jewelry making you feel light and slightly anticipatory.

"Is it the rings again?" Eddie looks down at his left hand, then up at you, your eyes practically aglow. The joint's cherry dims as you continue to hold it, forgotten now that your mind had drifted to Eddie.

You nodded with a hum.

"Where do you get 'em?" you ask, spinning the silver band on his middle finger around to read the words etched into it. LOVE IS FATAL

"I get most of them at the antique and thrift store on Greenview, but this one," he points to his ring finger. "Is my class ring."

"Hawkins High. I bet you were trouble back in high school, weren't you?" you laugh.

"You bet. I was the freak who played D&D, automatic bully magnet."

"What kind of magnet are you now?"

"Hmm... maybe a stoner magnet?" he smiled; not an uncommon occurrence, but one that delighted you. It's like he knew exactly how to charm you, have you hooked on every word, all done in a seemingly effortless way.

"I think so." you laughed somewhat halfheartedly. You were distracted by the simple, but thought-provoking ring once again.

LOVE IS FATAL

Is that what this was? Was that what you'd been feeling the past few weeks whenever you were with Eddie? Sure, you loved him as a close friend. You'd always have his back and knew you could trust him to do the same. But the feeling in your lower chest, the anxious and excited, almost scared fluttering along your fingertips, your toes, along the inside of your thighs... It surely felt fatal. But was it love?

"Something on your mind?" his voice cuts through your heart-shaped cloud of thoughts. He plucks the dull joint from you, nestling the tip between his lips. You watch him intently as he relights it, focusing on the way his brown eyes shine from the glow of the flame.

Unsure of what to say, you give him a simple "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe."

"What am I supposed to gather from that?"

"Maybe, it's none of your business."

"Well sue me for trying to talk to you. Jesus."

"Calm down, I just didn't know what to tell you, okay? Damn," you accept Eddie's offering of the joint, taking a hit and blowing it in his face, feigning obliviousness. "And people say women are dramatic, ha."

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I'll always hear you out, even when you blow smoke in my face like a dick," he takes what is hardly more than the filter tip, and smokes whatever is left of the joint. "Did you want more, or are you good?"

"I think I'm okay for now. Might ask for the penjamin in a little bit, though." you reply, your voice mellow and raspy.

The weed is definitely getting to you now, and it really wants your brain to harp on the way Eddie's hands look right now. They look the same as they always do, but that stupid ring is practically mocking you with its facetious warning.

You didn't love Eddie as anything more than a friend, you knew that. But for some reason, your brain was getting scrambled by his presence, making you question if that belief was subject to change at some point down the line. Eddie's attractive—no doubt about it. You felt that way from the day you first met him.

Six months ago, your friends invited you out for drinks. You were chatting up a storm, having a grand old time. Prone to people-watching, your eyes wandered the bar, looking for something interesting to make up narratives in your head about. They landed on a tall, leather jacket-clad man with an unruly head of hair. Nothing about him stood out necessarily, but you'd always had a thing for the vibe of a bad boy in a leather jacket. Plus, a nice face never hurt. Middle school you was thanking you for finally making friends, leading you to this moment—this man. But just like back in those days, you were far too nervous to ever work up the courage to talk to him, let alone any other stranger at a bar.

However, one of your friends had caught you staring off, and with Robin being Robin, she wasn't going to let you off the hook. Her teasing was almost unbearable, up until she'd asked whom exactly you'd been looking at. When you tilted your head towards the guy, her teasing ceased.

"Him?"

You nodded.

"I know him! That's Eddie. We went to high school together. I can introduce you, if you'd like."

"That's okay, Robin, I don't–"

Before you could protest, your friend had set off in his direction, loudly calling out his name.

Thanks to the—albeit small—amount of alcohol in your system, your typical response of freezing was out of service. You instead opted to ask the bartender for another shot—it didn't matter what, just something alcoholic and not totally disgusting. As soon as it was placed in front of you, you threw the shot back. Raspberry vodka. That'd do. As if on cue, Robin reappeared, dragging behind her the man in the leather jacket.

She sang out your name excitedly.

"This is Eddie. We went to high school together." she introduced you to Eddie as her 'best friend' and along with herself and Steve, a 'Scoops Ahoy survivor'.

You and Eddie exchanged pleasantries, asked about jobs and hobbies, all the usual elements of small talk. Before the air turned awkward, Robin suggested taking shots. You weren't anything beyond tipsy, so you joined in the fun, taking shots of whatever your friend had ordered.

Talking with Eddie was thankfully easy. You discovered that he was more interesting than the narrative you started creating in your head when you first laid eyes on him. He played guitar, he was working as an auto mechanic, and he played Dungeons and Dragons. Robin begged him to let her and Steve take part in his latest campaign, and after an ambush of pleas, he gave in to her request.

You asked Eddie about the game itself, and about his plans for his upcoming campaign. It was actually quite interesting, and you were a bit jealous that Robin and Steve would get to create characters to go on the journey. Your jealousy didn't last long once Eddie asked if you wanted to join. With sheepish acceptance, you took Eddie up on the offer.

Two weeks later, you, Robin, Steve, their friends from high school, a few of those friends' siblings, and some of their siblings' friends all gathered in the Wheelers' basement for the D&D campaign. Eddie mentioned that while most campaigns lasted over several meetings, this one was designed to cater to everyone's busy schedules, and could be completed in one session. Over the following three hours, everyone laughed, gasped, yelled, and enjoyed the twists, turns, betrayals, and challenges that came with Eddie's campaign. You'd spent the entire week leading up to that night reading up on D&D and creating your character. Finally getting to expand on your druid's story was as rewarding as it was exciting.

After that night, you and everyone who participated in the campaign exchanged information to stay in touch. Nancy told everyone to text her when they got home safely, so you made a mental note to do just that. After a short drive, you flopped on your bed with a satisfied sigh. You never thought playing such a "nerdy" game would be so entertaining. You enjoyed yourself much more than you had anticipated, and found yourself imagining what your character would do in other situations, or what kind of character you would create for different campaigns.

After changing into your pajamas and getting ready for bed, you texted Nancy to let her know you made it home and thanked her for hosting. You decided to send a text to Eddie as well, thanking him for the great campaign and for inviting you to play. You turned off your phone, only for it to buzz immediately after setting it down on your nightstand. It was a notification that Nancy had given your text a thumbs up. She was probably getting bombarded with texts similar to the one you had sent, so you took that as her response, setting your phone back down. Just as before, your phone vibrated, prompting you to retrieve the piece of technology once again. This time, it was a text from Eddie.

eddie: so glad u enjoyed it :) it was nice having u there

You stared at the words on your screen, thinking of how to respond, when another text came in.

eddie: for a dnd virgin u did a great job with ur character. wasn't expecting a druid in the party for this campaign but it worked out

You couldn't help but laugh at the phrase 'dnd virgin'.

you: aren't most dnd players virgins? jk i knew what u meant

you: are you working on another campaign?

eddie: maybe... why

eddie: u wanna be in the next one?

you: fuck yeah! i had so much fun

you: way more fun than i was expecting tbh eddie: glad to hear it :) eddie: it was fun making it and seeing it play out you: idk how i'm supposed to sleep after that i'm so pumped lol eddie: idk either. might smoke and look at the stars. pretty clear out tonight

you: luckyyyy i wanna smoke eddie: why cant u? you: i dont have any weed :(

you: i'm not asking u for weed btw. i had to pay rent and the dispensary near me is so overpriced so i have to wait until payday thursday 😅 eddie: u wanna smoke with me? i have a shit ton of weed you: that might be fun... how much for a joint? eddie: 35 you: $35? eddie: yup you: is that with or without the friend discount?

eddie: without you: ouch. do i not qualify for the friend discount? eddie: if u come over and smoke with me i'll give u the friend discount you: deal. you: where do u live? eddie: *shared his location with you* you: be there in 15.

Here you were, a woman in her 20s, driving to buy weed from a guy you barely knew. You knew you could trust Eddie, otherwise Robin wouldn't be friends with him. That didn't do much to settle the uneasiness you felt in your stomach as you approached the door to his trailer, the automatic porch light bathing you in its shine. You rapped on the door with your knuckles. After a minute or two, you figured you didn't knock loudly enough. You repeated your actions with a bit more force, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you smoothed out your skirt. You looked at the message where Eddie shared his location with you, making sure you were at the right place. After a couple more minutes, you texted him.

you: i'm here :)

You heard some sort of clattering from inside the trailer, followed by the interior door opening. A man that wasn't Eddie jolted at the sight of you. Your felt your face heat up. You'd gone to the wrong house.

"Can I help you?" the man, probably in his late 50s, asks through the screen of the exterior door.

"Sorry, I think I have the wrong house. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Wayne, if someone comes to the door, I'll get it! I'm expecting someone to drop off my wallet, I left it at the Wheelers'!" you hear Eddie's muffled shouting from somewhere out of sight.

"He's left his wallet at the Wheelers' three times this week," the man, Wayne, tells you with a furrowed brow. "Kid thinks I don't know he's smoking," he pauses. "Must also think I don't have a nose!" he laughs with a wheeze before coughing into his elbow. "Sorry, my lungs ain't what they used to be. I'm Wayne."

After assuring Wayne it's alright, you tell him your name. Before any small talk ensues, you feel your phone buzz with a text from Eddie.

eddie: shit gimme 5 minutes. don't knock i'll come outside

Oops.

Wayne seems to have experienced this exact routine a few times before. The weary, yet slightly amused look in his eyes tells you as much.

"He thinks I'm gonna embarrass 'im. Ever consider he might be the one embarrassin' me?" you can't help but smile at his words. "Humor me for a moment, kiddo." Wayne gives you a wink before shaking out his shoulders as though he was warming up for something. "Who's coming over?" he shouts over his shoulder.

"A friend! They're just dropping off my wallet!" Eddie shouts back, voice still distant.

"What's your friend's name?"

"Dustin!"

"Dustin who?"

"Dustin Henderson! He's from Hellfire Club!"

"Curly haired kid?"

"Yes!"

"Are you lying to me, boy?"

"No, Uncle Wayne!"

"I must say, Dustin's got some cute shoes!"

"The fuck?!" you hear loud footsteps approaching before Eddie finally enters your field of vision.

"Maybe if you stopped lyin' to your uncle, you wouldn't have to be embarrassed every time you bring a friend over."

"I'm so sorry about him, I forgot to give him his dementia meds." Eddie glares at his uncle while gritting his teeth.

"If I have dementia, you've got somethin' worse!"

"I'm leaving! Don't wait up for me!"

"I never do!" Wayne ends the banter with a laugh. "Nice to meet you." he says. You tell him the same and wave goodbye before he shuts the door.

Eddie remains silent as he unlocks his van, opening the passenger's side door for you. You thank him before climbing in and closing the door.

"Sorry about that. My uncle's a pain in the ass." he finally says with a sigh after getting in the driver's seat.

"I like him, he's funny," you admit. "Was I supposed to bring your wallet? I didn't know you left it at Nancy's."

"What? Oh, no, I just said that to try and get Wayne off my back. He always tries to embarrass me when my friends come over. You're the first girl he's seen me bring around, so he saw an opportunity to strike gold."

"Not much of a heartbreaker? That's surprising." you comment thoughtlessly.

It's only after Eddie's response that you realize what your words could be implying.

"How so?"

"I just mean, you know," you look over at Eddie as you try to formulate the rest of your sentence, only to be met with a quirked eyebrow and a shake of his untamed hair. "You play guitar, you smoke, you make epic D&D campaigns, you wear cool rings and a leather jacket..."

"It may come as a shock to you, but some people find that stuff scary, especially in a place like Hawkins. If you're not wearing a letterman jacket and blue jeans, you're an alien."

"Maybe it's just me, but I'd prefer aliens over a stick in my ass." Eddie laughs at your comment, and you can't help but join him. You take in the details of his face; how his smile just about lights up the van, how his eyes crinkle in the corners and his nose scrunches for a brief second while he chuckles.

"Me too, me too," Eddie smiles to himself as he turns away from you to grab his seatbelt. "You wanna drive over to the lake and smoke this j?"

"Yes, please."

"Music?"

"Absolutely. Whatever you've got in there is fine with me."

Just loud enough to feel like you're in a movie where the main character drives along the California coast with her head out the window to a song that perfectly embodies her whirlwind of a journey, Greta Van Fleet's 'Heat Above' fills your ears. You allow yourself to embrace the cinematic moment, letting your arm find its way out the window as you make flowing waves with your wrist.

As your eyes take in the light from the full moon bouncing off the lake, Eddie briefly takes his eyes off the road to look at you, subconsciously lifting his foot off the gas. He wishes he could take a picture of you in this moment. You look so free, and he can just tell that it's a feeling you haven't allowed yourself to feel for a while. He can just imagine the scene playing out before him, captured in a polaroid that he'd keep in an old cigar box. Maybe he'd dig it up 30 years from now, telling his kids that he took a picture of a friend that he never saw again. It was poetic, but Eddie had a feeling he'd be seeing more of you after tonight, not less.

It's in the middle of 'Age of Machine' when Eddie reaches his favorite lookout spot. It also happens to be the perfect place to smoke on a clear summer night, tonight.

He opens the door for you, offering his hand for you to hold onto as you step out of the vehicle. Retrieving the joint from his pocket, Eddie holds it out to you.

"It's called Watermelon Diesel. Hybrid of indica and sativa. Rolled it myself."

"Wow, you're good. Every joint I've smoked looked like shit."

"All depends on who rolled it. Took me a lot of practice to get them looking like this."

"How much did you say? $35?"

"Yeah, but don't forget the friend discount."

"Right, how much with the discount?"

"You get half the joint for free."

"Huh?"

"You get half the joint-"

"I heard you. So you're making me pay $35 for half the joint? Or do I only pay $17.50 to smoke half of the joint, and I smoke the rest of it for free?"

"Neither."

"What?"

"The friend discount means you get to share this joint with me, and it's free."

"Oh, okay. Well what if I wanted a full joint for myself?"

"Do you?"

"No, but I'm asking what if I did?"

"Well I'd roll you one for yourself. You scared you'll get cooties or something?"

"No, I'm fine sharing one. I just don't understand the discount."

"The friend discount means you smoke for free. I said half, because I'll be smoking with you."

"Oh. I think I get it now."

"Good, now that that's out of the way, get ready to hear Greta Van Fleet in supersonic bliss."

Eddie opens the side sliding door of his van, grabbing something folded up in the back corner. It's an air mattress and pump. After five minutes, he's set up a cozy little smoke spot. You both take off your shoes and climb into the van, ready to get high.

Turns out, you and Eddie had a lot more in common than you'd realized. You were both outcasts in high school, never went to college, fans of rock music, and thanks to your newly found interest in D&D, it was safe to say you were just as nerdy as he was.

You couldn't help but wonder if Eddie found you attractive in the same way you did him. He'd always compliment your outfits when you would go for a night out with the gang, but it was never anything other than friendly. You were fine with that, of course, but that didn't stop your curiosity from blooming. Now was as good a time as any to find out, especially since Eddie had just reassured you that you could tell him anything.

"I probably sound lame for asking this, but am I attractive?"

"Yeah, you are. It's not lame, but why do you ask?"

"I dunno, I just was thinking about the first time we met. I found you attractive." you admit, shrugging as you fall back onto the air mattress. You can see the branches of the pine trees billowing in the breeze, adding to your high.

"You did?" you nod. "Like, in the past tense?"

"I mean, I thought you were attractive back then, and you look the same to me now, so no, I'd say it's more like an always thing."

"Well gee, thanks," Eddie rubs the back of his neck. You don't notice how flustered he is, you're too far out. "Yeah, I thought you were pretty when I saw you for the first time. Still think you're pretty."

"Thanks," you reply, bumping into his side before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to lay down beside you. "I like smoking with you."

"Ditto."

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Asshole," you mutter. "Never mind."

"No, wait!" Eddie whines, sitting up. "Tell meeee!"

"Ugh, fine!" your annoyance is fictional, but you couldn't help teasing Eddie. "I like your rings, like, a lot."

Eddie scoffs.

"That's not a secret!"

You sit up in objection.

"Sure it is!"

"How? Whenever we smoke, you always fiddle with my rings! I'd be blind to think you felt any other way about them!"

"Okay, yeah, but you don't know the reason why I like them so much!" you boasted.

"You've told me about a hundred times. You like the designs, that they're shiny, that most of them can fit on your fingers too, and you like that I take such good care of them."

"Wow, I didn't know you paid that much attention when I talked."

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" he smiled, and it almost made you angry. How could anyone have such a nice mouth? And to make things worse, he was attentive, kind, and liked being around you. In your current state, the lines between friend and boyfriend seemed blurrier than ever.

"A shitty one? Anyway-"

"Was there some other reason that you were going to tell me about?"

"Yes!" you found yourself a bit too eager to chime in. "Yes. I was going to say that one of the reasons I also like your rings is because they make your hands look sexy."

"They make my hands look... sexy?"

"Mhmm. I'm not entirely sure why, but the rings make your fingers look really nice, and then with the veins on the top of your hands, and the fact you play guitar, it all kind of adds up to this sexy vibe."

"Does it now?"

"It does, it always has. That's why I get so nervous when you play guitar around me."

"Well, shit. This whole time I was worried you thought I sucked!"

"No, not at all! If anything, you're too good at it! I don't want you to think I'm a weirdo who has some sort of hand fetish, because I don't. You just happen to have nice hands and I like to tell people how I feel. You happen to be my very good friend, so that means I'm always gonna hype you up. Not unrealistically, though. Maybe biased, but always truthful."

Your candor has Eddie struggling to stifle a laugh.

"You seem really... passionate about this." he chortles.

"Is this funny to you? I'm pouring my innermost thoughts and feelings to you, and you're gonna laugh? Rude." You huff and cross your arms, turning away from Eddie.

"No, no! Please don't ignore me, I'm sorry. It's just cute to see you get all mushy and sweet."

"Cute? Eddie, I'm a grown woman, I'm not cute."

"What, you want me to tell you that I think it's sexy when I catch you staring at my rings? That I have to fight off a boner every time you take my hand and start playing with my rings and my fingers?"

Eddie brings a hand to your shoulder, and you can feel the chill of his rings against your clavicle.

"Eddie-"

"Do you know how long I've wanted to lay you down on this stupid air mattress and kiss you?" All you can manage in that moment is a shake of your head. "A long time."

"Would you like to?" you ask softly, not trusting your voice to say much else beyond that.

"God, yes."

Eddie gently guides you to lie down on your back, supported by the pillows on the edge of the mattress. He maneuvers himself so that he's kneeling over you, your faces inches apart. He slowly draws nearer, eyeing you nervously. He's taking his time, allowing you the option to push him away or to say that this isn't what you really want. But it is.

The moment you finally feel his lips on yours, you can't be bothered to take things slow. You deepen the kiss, hoping to make up for lost time. It had taken months to get to this point, and you knew that there was no turning back. Obviously, Eddie was a good enough friend that you'd still be able to hang out and smoke like any other time even if things didn't work out. But you had a feeling that things would only get better from here.

"Can I please touch you?"

Eddie grins.

"How could I say no?"

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madamechrissy · 22 days ago

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So im taking my time reading through the masterlist. Sad to admit but im a slow reader so im reading the headcannons and one shots first for each character. Once im done with that which of the series stories would you recommend to read? 😋

I’d prefer a finished one. Maybe one of your favorites that you enjoyed writing? (Already looking at word count I can tell it’ll take me days to read. Yah ADHD!!)

Ly 🧡

Hello angel!!! Hehe no worries, when at a new author I'll read oneshots first myself to get a feel of things. So it all depends on what kind of story you enjoy! I'll list my faves here that are finished, I'll pick a few characters-

Silent Serenades - Duke Gojo x Duchess reader- is perfect if you'd like to be DESTROYED mentally aha, this story is my LONGEST by far, and it will send you through every emotion possible. It's the story I'm most proud of when it comes to my writing ability however, the character arcs are really well done and the feels are insane. Also - hate sex - BUT there is cheating on both ends and heavy angst so avoid if not your thing.

Take Me Home Tonight Law professor Gojo x student reader is a much more lighthearted one about the same length! You hook up with a hottie after passing your bar exam and then you find out he's your law professor! They have SUCH fun banter and insane sexual tension, plus if you love court cases and law Gojo actually does two big ones

I HIGHLY recommend my finished fic Dirty Little Secret if you love some DILF Toji x f!reader- it's absolutely filthy and there's an age gap but it's actually so cute, sweet and fun. It's one of my faves to re read!! You're Shiu's daughter and Toji is... well, Toji aha, and ya'll hook up during spring break, but Toji falls BAD!

If you like Choso- I have a rly good angsty/MESSY ass fic of them being friends with benefits and royally failing at it. Keep This Lowkey Choso is clueless and so is reader, and you kinda wanna shake em! It's a really sweet/spicy fic and Choso has an... ahem, piercing SO!!!

Also for Sukuna - Pour it up is ALMOST done if you wanna check that one soon! But I did a short one called Cursed Promises (arranged marriage Heian era/true form Kuna) it's cute and fkn ADORABLE and freaky!!!

There are plenty more just depends on what you like I have angst/ cutesy/ long/ short you name it lol! <3 Ty for checking my workk

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut #choso x you #toji x reader #inbox #fic recs #sukuna x reader

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planetaryupscaled · 1 year ago

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The Bet

Male OC x Tzuyu

Tags: 1k, smut

The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

Tzuyu was sitting in the deserted communal lounge, her face buried in a book. She wasn’t, technically, hiding. That would have gone against the rules.

She was just getting some alone time without all those hands running aimlessly over her body, fingertips trailing her figure and peering beneath her garments, lips and teeth caressing and nibbling every inch of her skin...

Her cheeks flushed, and she felt scorching hot in the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. She bit her lip and sighed.

The words on the page she had been reading and re-reading for the last ten minutes without really understanding the meaning blurred, as she became engrossed in her thoughts once more, still puzzled as to how she had gotten up in that situation.

A shy, prudish, inexperienced freshman like her was playing with fire. Or worse, with the rampaging hormones of a bunch of college boys.

She made a lighthearted, drunken mistake, but she was paying its price with her body and no end in sight.

Betting with her buddies while inebriated sounded innocuous, and she was confident it wasn’t anything they were going to follow up on anyhow.

But she was wrong - dreadfully wrong.

It was all a game in her eyes. And she was pretty sure she was going to win at the time. But she lost, and the guys eagerly demanded their prize.

She had turned into a real-life sex doll for them: she had to let them touch her body, grab, and grope her as they liked, and offer herself whenever they wanted.

This was her retribution for being so irresponsible and stupid. Worst of all, she was beginning to like it, even though she would never say it out loud.

She had been feeling so dirty and depraved. Tzuyu had only had one previous boyfriend, her high school beau, and she’d never experienced sex or pleasure.

And now, whenever a hand reached for her, a small bolt of electricity would rip through her body, giving her shivers and stealing her breath. Being forcefully exposed in front of others was humiliating, but it gave her sensations she had never expected to feel.

Even though the guilt and shame were eating at her, her body was sending her new signals and feelings that she had never experienced before.

She was drawn sharply back to reality when she was pulled back by her hair.

Electricity coursed through her as she saw two dark eyes upside down, mischievously staring at her.

“Did you plan on staying hidden for much longer? We were worried by your sudden disappearance...” Hyeon inquired, keeping her head tilted and caressing her throat.

His fingertips were ice cold, but her skin felt like it was burning under his touch.

“I had to study. You know, exams...” she mumbled, while he played with the sweatshirt zip, loosening it. His hand crept under, reaching for the bra.

Hyeon cupped his hand around her breast and began massaging it. He let her hair go and did the same with the other hand.

“I see,” he said quietly, “then go ahead and read. I’ll help myself.”

Her vision blurred when he gently pinched and twisted her nipples. She was embarrassed by who she had become, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to put a stop to it.

Tzuyu sighed as she felt a twitch in her womb. She closed her eyes and leaned against Hyeon’s body, allowing him easier access to her. Against her neck, she could feel already the bulge in his pants.

She blushed again, both from her thoughts and from his gentle touch on her skin. She could feel she was getting wet.

Hyeon drew his hands away from her sweatshirt after what seemed like an eternity. As he leaned over her, he reached for her skirt. He unceremoniously lifted it, revealing her underwear. He slid the fabric to the side, A light touch on her labia made her moan.

“You’re such a slut Tzuyu, you’re already wet...” he chuckled as he gently stroked her.

He pushed two fingers into her warmth, provoking her another moan. She held her breath and widened her eyes as she grabbed his wrist with both hands.

Jisung and Suho were sitting on the desk on both her sides; she hadn’t noticed their presence. They were stroking their erections through their shorts while enjoying the little show.

They laughed as she violently blushed and tried to cover herself. Jisung smiled, bending over to grab her cheeks and kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and sucking her lips.

“Come on baby, stand up,” Hyeon said, pulling his fingers out of her and grabbing her arms.

He pushed her against the desk, ignoring her weak protests and whining. Her hair covered her face completely, blocking her view. She could hear the other two guys unzipping their shorts and the light clank of their belts hitting the ground.

Several hands caressed her skin and lifted her clothes to reveal her body. Someone took her wrists and pressed them against her back.

As fingers grabbed the hem of her undies and pulled them off, she bit her lower lip and held her breath.

A hand caressed and squeezed her buttocks, followed by a slap. As she tried to wiggle out from underneath the guy who was blocking her, she was hit with a harder slap that took her breath away.

“Stop squirming or you’ll hurt yourself,” Jisung said, pulling her head up by her hair. Her gaze met his as she groaned beneath his hands. He kissed her once more, firmly holding her head. While Jisung’s tongue was playing with hers, someone gently rubbed his sex on hers. He pushed his way through her soaked labia and inside. Her moans got lost in Jisung’s mouth, which was still devouring her lips.

The third person let go of her wrists and grabbed one of her hands, pressing it against his erection.

Tzuyu noticed it was Suho masturbating with her hand. She gave in to his grip, wrapping her fingers around his hardness and letting him guide her. Jisung let her mouth and head go, and Hyeon grabbed her by the hair, pushing his length deep into her.

Jisung then kneeled on the desk and presented her with his member, stroking it on her cheek, and lips. She disclosed them and welcomed him, clasping her semi-closed eyes in his as he entered her warm mouth slowly. Hyeon’s tight grip on her head guided her rhythm as her tongue twisted around his girth.

It was the first time they pulled something like that on her, she had never been taken by more than one person at the same time.

Tzuyu thoughts were clouded by pleasure.

With each thrust in her mouth or sex, electricity scurried through her entire body. Her desperate, rising moans were suffocated in her mouth.

Hyeon let go of her hair, which was replaced by Jisung’s grip, and groaning sank his fingers into the soft skin of her hips.

She tilted her head, her senses dulled and inebriated, as they both went faster and deeper. Shivers ran down her spine, and a tingling warmth propagated through her like wild, uncontrollable waves.

Hyeon came into her depths and collapsed on her back. His skin was warm and sweaty, his breathing heavy.

Then it was Jisung’s turn, who came into her mouth, pressing her head against his groin while his throbs slowed and he softened, slipping off her lips.

Suho let go of her hand and rushed for her.

He rolled her over, moved her to the edge of the desk, and positioned himself directly above her head.

Then bent over her and plunged his erection into her mouth.

Tzuyu grasped his thighs, overwhelmed, her mind empty of all but bliss.

One of the guys parted her legs and buried his face in her, holding on to her knees.

Two hands completely unzipped her sweatshirt and reached for her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

She was totally helpless, which really just heightened her arousal. Her body was stiffening and twitching as tension built up within her.

The guy eating her, bit her labia, ascending to the clit, then circled it with his tongue, first gently caressing it, then with frantic strokes that left her screaming and squirming under his mouth. He firmly gripped her thighs, lapping and sucking her and pushing her over the edge.

When she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, he slid two fingers into her, moving them slowly.

Her orgasm burst violently, her back arched, and every inch of her body shivered, pervaded by a tickling ecstasy that released her tension.

Suho came soon after, filling her mouth once again.

She stopped shaking after a good minute or two. She could feel her heart rate lowering, but she kept her eyes closed.

She was feeling warm and fuzzy. She didn’t want to face yet the actuality of what had just occurred.

The three guys were busy pulling up their pants and composing themselves.

to meet the three pleased stares. Tzuyu quickly shut her legs and tried to put back her hoodie, embarrassed.

Jisung seized her hands and held her back.

“Don’t bother covering, cutie; no one else is here. Even if that were the case, anyone would have adored the show.” He reached for her mouth and kissed her.

“When is this prize thing going to end?” she sighed, as she sat on the desk.

“Oh, you don’t like it?” Suho joked as he buckled his belt. “ You seemed to be having a good time two minutes ago.”

She blushed again, looking away.

“It will end when we unanimously decide that the payback for the lost bet is adequate, obviously. And I’m sure tonight at least a couple of gentlemen will be interested in discussing with you what just happened, so don’t go and hide again,” Hyeon added.

He gave her a wry grin and a nonchalant nod before heading out of the room, followed by Jisung and Suho.

Tzuyu was alone again.

The sun had begun to set, and the communal lounge was getting darker.

She retrieved her underwear and put it on.

Her mind was a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts. She was heated and out of breath. She couldn’t understand why she would enjoy the whole bet and prize thing; it was so wicked and dirty. It wasn’t like her, to do things like this, but she couldn’t bring herself to end it.

Tzuyu knew she could demand they stop at any point, and if they refused, she could simply go talk to the student representative. They’d be in big trouble.

But perhaps she just didn’t want it to stop.

She sat at the desk, her head buried in the soft sleeves, until it was completely dark, with just the streetlamps from outside shedding some light on the walls through the large windows.

She took a deep breath and smiled, wondering who would be the first to take her that evening.

#tzuyu smut #twice smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Genshin men in heat - headcanons

Warnings: fem!reader, smut A/N: this little thing was written for my one and only @crystalwolfblog

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

Zhongli

During his heat, Zhongli becomes especially attentive to you, showering you with affectionate gestures and heartfelt compliments.

Zhongli has a particular fondness for handholding, finding comfort and solace in the simple yet profound act of physical connection.

During moments of intimacy, Zhongli shows a fondness for traditional Liyuean music, creating a soothing atmosphere that enhances the connection between him and you.

Zhongli takes delight in exploring sensory experiences, introducing scented oils and candles during intimate moments to heighten the atmosphere; he loves giving you a back massage when he's slowly fucking your pussy doggy style with your body pressed into the mattress.

He reigns supreme when it comes to overstimulation. Simple as that.

He's about to eat your pussy out to the point where your clit is swollen and too sensitive, leaving you desperately attempting to guide his head away, but his firm grip ensures your hands remain under his control. "No chance, babygirl. Let me savor every bit of this delicious feast."

He'll ever so delicately give your ass a playful smack while fucking you from behind, skillfully massaging the soft fat of your buttocks after.

"In the vastness of Liyue, you are my most precious treasure."

Neuvilette

Neuvilette's heat brings out his gentle side. He becomes more verbally expressive, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort.

His playfulness peaks, and he engages in lighthearted activities to lift the mood and make you smile.

He expresses his love through touch, with a preference for soft caresses and gentle kisses, creating a tender, nurturing atmosphere.

Neuvilette enjoys intertwining fingers during moments of intimacy, when his cock is buried deep in your pussy.

He takes pleasure in exploring your sex, using either his skilled tongue or fingers. Whatever brings you joy is exactly what he's focused on doing.

The Iudex revels in the sensation of you mounting him in his alcove. In this intimate space, he willingly relinquishes control, viewing it as a welcome escape from his daily duties. With a firm grip on your hips, he skillfully guides their movement, his gaze irresistibly drawn to the smooth rhythm of your breasts gently bouncing as you ride his cock, moaning his name.

"In your arms, I've found a sanctuary where I can be myself without fear or judgment."

Wriothesley

Despite his usual reserved demeanor, Wriothesley becomes more openly affectionate during his heat, craving physical closeness.

He expresses his emotions through carefully chosen words and actions, making sure you know you're cherished.

Wriothesley enjoys quiet evenings, reading poetry or sharing stories, creating a deeper emotional connection with his loved one.

In his alcove, Wriothesley turns into a fierce lover - he's determined to ensure your pleasure doesn't stop at just one or two climaxes, but unfolds in a series of multiple peaks.

He excels in the art of overstimulation, akin to Zhongli's expertise. He's committed to going above and beyond your limits to elicit involuntary tremors in your legs when he's fucking your cunny.

"Your lips hold the poetry that words fail to express. Let our kisses write the verses of our love," amidst the forceful thrusts, he's about to murmur gently in your ear before kissing your lips passionately.

Wriothesley won't shy away from taking immense pleasure in finishing inside you, relishing the sight of your mixed essences as they gracefully ooze from your pussy and drip down on the sheets.

Itto

Itto's energetic personality during his heat translates into playful and adventurous dates, from spontaneous outings to exciting challenges.

He showers you with compliments.

Itto's protective instincts heighten, making him more attuned to your needs and ensuring your well-being above all else.

Itto's love language involves physical touch, and he finds joy in affectionate gestures, like playful nudges and warm embraces, to express his deep connection.

Itto has a knack for combining laughter and passion, creating an atmosphere where the boundaries between playfulness and intimacy blur; like when in the missionary position, he leans in to kiss you, and strands of his hair gracefully cascade into your mouth. You shake your head, attempting to free the strands, all the while sharing a laughter-filled exchange, finding joy in the unexpected yet amusing situation.

He has a preference for fast sex, and he'll fervently fuck himself in your pussy without reservation, rolling his head back at times.

He dearly enjoys when you give him head, and he's going to beg for it with fervor, like a desperate bitch. "Please, baby, I need your beautiful mouth around my dick."

"Oh shit, babygirl, you feel so good, fuck! It feels so good to be inside your tight pussy."

Itto is committed to exploring every conceivable position with you; he thrives on discovering new experiences and broadening his horizons.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago

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Writing a Wedding Vow

Wedding Vows - the words two people exchange aloud during their wedding ceremony as a promise of love and commitment.

The purpose of wedding vows is to provide a meaningful foundation for the newlyweds’ life together.

Sharing wedding vows is an intimate part of the ceremony, as the couple expresses their love and appreciation for each other before their friends and family.

On the big day, couples traditionally state their vows toward the end of the ceremony before they exchange wedding rings.

How to Write Wedding Vows

Writing your own wedding vows is an opportunity to express your love as a couple in front of your family and friends. Consider the following steps for preventing writer's block and brainstorming personal vows:

Read sample wedding vows. Research different wedding vow templates for inspiration. Reviewing sample vows is a great starting point for deciding the structure of your wedding vows. You can also research marriage and love quotes to develop ideas and themes.

List what you love about your partner. Make a list of all the things you love and appreciate about your partner. Set aside five to ten minutes to write down as many characteristics as possible. You can later reference these personality traits and sentiments in your vows.

Outline your love story. Reflect on your time together as a couple. Consider how you and your partner have changed since you first met. Romantic wedding vows typically incorporate small anecdotes that describe happy memories. Create another list to brainstorm and outline moments that stand out to you.

Identify your promises. The promises you express are the main portion of your vows. When outlining your promises, be specific about how you will uphold them. You can state your promises in a romantic, solemn, or humorous way depending on your tone and phrasing. If you want to embed traditional elements into your marriage vows, consider incorporating religious or cultural promises into your speech.

Write your vows. Begin your vows by discussing what you love most about your partner. After stating these characteristics, share an anecdote about your relationship. You can also comment on how much you’ve grown together as a couple. End your wedding vows by stating your promises and acknowledging the good and bad times you will endure together in the future. You can write your vows in an official vow book to keep as a wedding memento or simply type them out on a blank sheet of paper to read at the ceremony.

Types of Wedding Vows

Wedding vows vary according to religion and personal preference. While some couples infuse their vows with romance, others opt for funny wedding vows or a traditional exchange rooted in culture. The 3 main types of wedding vows:

Personal vows: Couples who choose to recite personal vows write their own pledges from scratch. Personal vows are nonreligious vows that combine romantic statements with lighthearted anecdotes about the couple’s life together. Each partner expresses the characteristics they love about each other followed by an explanation of how they intend to cherish their partner. These types of vows are sentimental and unique since they come directly from the couple.

Religious vows: Traditional nuptial vows vary according to religion. Each religion has its own version of wedding vows dedicated to the ceremony. Couples who choose to marry in a formal religious space often read prewritten vows the officiant provides. Religious wedding vows incorporate formal language and phrases, such as “in the name of God” and “until death do us part.”

Mixed vows: Some couples choose to incorporate anecdotes into traditional wedding vows. Mixed vows are a way to personalize religious vows. The tone of mixed vows varies, with some couples adding inside jokes for humor and others maintaining the solemn quality of the traditional phrases.

Wedding Vows Examples

Consider the following wedding vow examples as inspiration:

Catholic vows: "I, __, take you, __, to be my (husband/wife/spouse). I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

Funny vows: “I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives—even when you’re having a bad hair day! You’re the peanut butter to my jelly, the ice to the cream, but most of all, you’re my best friend and soulmate. Today, and every day of the rest of my life, I promise to protect our love.”

Hindu vows: "Let us take the first step to provide for our household a nourishing and pure diet, avoiding those foods injurious to healthy living. . . . Let us take the sixth step for self-restraint and longevity. Finally, let us take the seventh step and be true companions and remain lifelong partners by this wedlock."

Personal vows: “Our love story started the first time you asked me out. That day forward I knew you were the one. You make me a better person, and for that, I promise to love and support you through every good and hard time for the rest of your life.”

Protestant vows: "In the name of God, I, ___, take you, ___, to be my (husband/wife/spouse), to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Quaker vows: "In the presence of God and these, our friends, I take thee to be my (wife/husband/spouse), promising with divine assistance to be unto thee a loving and faithful (husband/wife/spouse) so long as we both shall live."

Romantic vows: “Our love is the most important thing in my life. Your heart is my home and your arms are my shelter. I promise to choose you for all the days of our lives.”

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