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The Stranger The Better (FBAF SB fanfic) C17 - Just Guys Being Dudes. Just Bros Being Domestic

Read the intro to Chapter 1 (Enter A Sleepy Bitchard) for more details! I'd start reading there anyways else things won't make a whole lot of sense lol

In Summary: Reader is a forever exhausted young adult who has social difficulties doing their best to pay the bills, so when they get hired at the well-paying, almost entirely automated Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, they don't really hesitate to think things through before stumbling headfirst into a horror mystery surrounding this company and its crew of quirky (and surprisingly kind) animatronics.

Things To Know (lmk if I should add anything):

There are some horror elements in several chapters! This chapter is Not Spooky Whatsoever. There is some reference to past spooky chapters, so I will say these things don't happen but are discussed: feelings of fear, being controlled, general violence.

Eventual romance, minorly important to the plot. (This is the chapter where the eventual romance happens ^_^)

Reader has paranoia.

There is much swearing.

Reader is also addicted to energy drinks, though at this point in the story they are doing well with battling said addiction.

Reader is nonbinary (and also trans masc) though it's not vital to the plot and only comes up once or twice.

Reader is from the south, is protective of their friends, and if you threaten their friends then I'm afraid you've yee'd your last haw and yes that is important to the plot

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C17 - Just Guys Being Dudes. Just Bros Being Domestic

You were going to finish this fucking fence, even if it was the death of you.

It was the first actually warm day of the season. The forest was thick with bright green new growth, squirrels, and birds. You wiped the sweat from your brow as you worked.

“Sunshine! Why don’t you come take a break?”

You looked up from your work to give Sun a look. “I just took a break!”

“That was half an hour ago,” Sun said from the back door. He was wearing a button up with a crazy colorful print and some stylish capris.

“Yeah, exactly.” You rolled your eyes. “You worry too much.”

“I just don’t want you overexerting yourself! That nice EMT man said you needed plenty of rest.”

“I’m fine, Sunny. Besides, I’m almost done.” You got back to staining the fence, layering on a weatherproof coating of a lovely dark hue.

Sun came striding out to keep you company. He sat in the grass and watched you for a while.

“So, I know we talked a little about everything that happened. But, uh, how are you holding up, sunflower?” you asked.

“…I talked to Moon not too long ago. Turns out, he relates pretty well to feeling horrible about hurting the people you care about against your will. For whatever reason.” Sun tried a smile.

“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t you. I don’t hold it against you, Sunny,” you assured.

“I know you don’t,” Sun said quietly. “I still feel horrible, thinking about it. Not even remembering what all I… I suppose almost did.”

“I wish there was something I could do to help you feel better,” you said.

“Oh, you sweet dear. I just need time. And looooots of your attention.” Sun grinned at you.

“But of course.” You smiled. “Hey, any word on the verdict yet?”

“Nothing yet.” Sun leaned back on his palms. “I’m sure we’ll hear something soon.”

“I’m worried its taking so long cause management is trying to pull some strings or something,” you said.

“You worry too much,” Sun teased.

Sun watched the forest and the sky above with such a content expression it made you smile. You finished painting the last of the fence, closing up your container of wood stain and taking a few steps back to admire your work.

“There. At long last, the fence is done!” you declared.

“It looks lovely! You’ve done a wonderful job.” Sun studied the fence and smiled at you.

“Thanks! It’ll look even better once its fully dry.” You started gathering up your tools and everything, but Sun leapt up and collected everything before you could.

“This means its time for a break!” Sun skipped back to the house, where he stowed away the supplies before coming back to pick you up and carry you back to the house.

“I can walk, my legs are fine,” you protested, your face red.

“You are sickly and frail! A stiff breeze could do you in!” Sun exclaimed. He gently placed you down at the kitchen table before dramatically swooning over you.

You rolled your eyes at the theatrics and playfully pushed Sun away. Sun giggled and went to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle for you.

“What’s this about a stiff breeze? Is Y/N farting again?” Moon asked, wandering into view. He was wearing black overalls and- wasn’t that your shirt? Yes, it was one of your old graphic tees. He’d also traded his nightcap for a beanie.

You blew a raspberry at Moon. “I had one burrito. And I will never live it down.”

Moon chuckled.

You drank some water and looked at the two of them, here, in your home. For some reason, it didn’t feel as strange as you thought it would to have them here. Maybe because they’d been here before, when you’d had that sleepover. Or… maybe it was something else.

But that was scary to think about. You steered your thoughts elsewhere.

“Yall wanna visit the crew today? Make sure they’re holding up okay at the hotel?” you asked, avoiding your thoughts and feelings in classic fashion.

“That sounds like fun! Should we bring flowers?” Sun asked, jumping up and getting ready to go.

“Flowers? They’re not in the hospital,” Moon said.

“Well. Bonnie’s a little worse for wear,” you said. You eyed your hoodie and decided against it today as you pulled your shoes on. You pat your pockets for your keys, but couldn’t find them.

“I will drive,” Moon said, holding up your keys with a sneaky grin.

“You don’t have a license!” You scowled and snatched your keys back.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t drive,” Moon grumbled. He took your hoodie and put it on.

“I call the front seat!” Sun yelled as the three of you bounded out of the house.

“What?! Common, you had it last!” Moon argued.

“Did not! I had it on the way to the store but you had it on the way back from the store,” Sun said.

You locked the front door behind you, double checking to be sure it was locked. “If yall bicker the whole way you’re both gonna sit in the backseat.”

The three of you loaded into the car. Seatbelts on and music disc loaded, you started the short drive into town.

You rolled the windows down, and Sun happily stuck his head out to feel the breeze and stare wide-eyed at the trees going by. Moon pouted for a minute in the backseat but was quickly distracted by the forest rolling past.

It felt a little strange, to have company in the car again. You didn’t feel sad, though. That heavy bittersweet nostalgia you’d grown used to in moments like these, moments that had you thinking and remembering, was now nothing but a butterfly at the back of your mind. You felt happy. How could you not, with these silly-heads keeping you company?

“Where did you even find a car that still has a disk reader?” Moon asked, leaning forward to be heard over the wind.

You rolled your eyes. “CDs aren’t that outdated.”

“I didn’t know you were a time traveler, Y/N,” Moon said.

“Huh? I’m not. Probably.” You looked at him curiously through the rear view mirror.

“Well how else would you have acquired all these CDs?” Moon held up your little box of CD music cases.

“Hey, careful with those!” you warned.

“Yes, these are fragile ancient artifacts, I understand.” Moon nodded.

You turned up the music. Louis Armstrong was in the middle of singing about how wonderful the world was. You found that you couldn't help but agree.

You pulled into the hotel’s sparsely populated indoor parking lot and were immediately greeted by DJMM.

“Mister Music!! How’s it going?” You offered the big guy a fist bump.

DJMM happily bumped fists, then gave you a few slow signs accompanied by some musical tones.

“That’s good! I’m happy to hear you’re having fun.” You smiled.

“DJ!!” Sun yelled happily. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!”

DJMM excitedly shimmied back and forth. He scooped Sun up off the ground and nuzzled him to his face.

Sun giggled and pat the DJ’s head. “Aw, I missed you too, big guy!”

“Don’t think I don’t see you trying to sneak into Y/N’s car over there,” Moon said.

You heard a scuttling sound, and then Little Music Man popped out from under your car to give you a big innocent grin.

“Hey, Mini Man. Staying out of trouble?” You asked, crouching down to pat the little guy.

DJMM set Sun down and gave you a few more signs. You missed a few, but it wasn’t too hard to put together what he meant. It seemed Mini Man had been causing some trouble in the lobby, stealing tea packets and frightening unsuspecting travelers by scuttling across the ceilings.

“Ohhh, I see. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.” You laughed.

Mini Man looked pleased. He turned to hiss at Moon, who hissed back.

DJMM waggled a finger at Moon and scooped up Little Music Man.

“He started it,” Moon grumbled.

“We’re gonna go check in on the others. Don’t step on my car, okay?” You smiled at the DJ, who nodded.

DJMM and Little Music Man both waved as you and Moon and Sun made your way inside.

“Oh god, it’s you again,” cried the receptionist at the front desk.

“Heyyy,” you greeted, flashing him a big smile.

“Where do you keep finding these guys?!” The receptionist stared in horror at Sun and Moon, who had made their way over to the coffee bar.

“Don’t worry, we’re just here for a visit. I hear you’ve been… having some trouble, so I wanted to thank you for looking after and putting up with my friends.” You pulled a 50$ bill out of your wallet.

The receptionist eased up considerably. They took the 50 and smiled. “Well, thank you! But, uh… these guys aren’t gonna be here for much longer, are they?” He eyed Sun and Moon, who were bickering again as they attempted to brew up some sort of beverage.

“Not too much longer, hopefully. Like I said, its just temporary. My house just isn’t big enough for all of them to stay with me,” you said.

“Right. And… what's up with the kid?? I dunno how or when he does it but he always steals all the breakfast pastries. I’ve put up like, twenty signs that say ‘only two pastries per guest’ but he just ignores them!”

You laughed lightly. “Yeahh that’s uh. That’s my kid brother. Sorry about that, I’ll have a talk with him.”

“Right. Other people would like to have a pastry in the mornings too.” The receptionist gave you a look. You got the feeling the pastries were a contentious topic.

“Yeah. I’ll be on my way. Sorry again,” you said. You turned to see Sun and Moon huddled together over a freshly brewed beverage. “Common, guys.”

Sun and Moon followed behind as you hurried down the hall.

“We have a gift for youuu~!” Sun sang.

“Oh??” You pressed the button to call the elevator and turned back to the two of them.

“For you.” Moon held out the beverage they’d brewed. The cup was covered in doodles and stickers. “We couldn’t agree on what kind of tea so we settled on two different kinds.”

You eyed the tags dangling from the cup. Honey chamomile and earl grey. “Aw, you guys.” You took a sip. “Hey, that’s actually not bad!”

Sun and Moon grinned at each other.

“Yall are so nice to me…” You stared at the cup. It was so cute and sweet. You brushed your thumb over the edge of a little smiley face sticker. “You two… jeez. I…”

The elevator arrived, and the doors slid open. You cleared your throat and stepped inside.

“What were you going to say, dear?” Sun asked. He fiddled with the sleeve of your t-shirt.

“Ohhh, don’t worry about it.” Your face felt warm.

“Common, tell us,” Moon prodded, poking your cheek.

“I’ll tell you later,” you said, and busied yourself with drinking more tea.

The elevator doors opened and you hurried along the hall. You stopped at door 306 and knocked a little four beat tune.

“THAT’S Y/N,” Greggory yelled from inside.

“Greggory, remember how we talked about ‘inside voices’?” Freddy said, his voice getting louder as he approached the door.

The door swung open, and Freddy’s face beamed down at you.

“Hey there, superstars! How are the three of you? Please, come in!” Freddy beckoned you inside.

“Hey, Fred-ster,” you greeted, stepping inside with Sun and Moon.

Freddy gave you a big hug and a pat on the shoulder.

Someone called out from further inside. “Hey, is that Y/N??”

You passed a bathroom and a small closet on your way to the main room. There were two large beds, one horribly unkempt with sheets and pillows thrown every which way, and the other neatly made with a mid-repair bunny animatronic sitting on it, propped up with a mound of pillows. Beyond the beds was a little sitting area and a TV, a few comfy chairs and a desk. Beyond that was the little balcony, the door propped open to let in a nice breeze that tousled the curtains. Greggory was sitting in one of the chairs, entirely absorbed in an old handheld gaming device you’d given him that’d just been gathering dust on a shelf in your home.

Sun and Moon greeted Bonnie. Sun turned his attention to Greggory, strolling over and asking him about the game he was playing. Moon went to the unkempt bed and started fluffing the pillows and fixing it up.

“Bunny boy, how you holding up?” you asked, somewhat awkwardly, as you went to the foot of the bed. Not only did you not actually really know Bonnie all that well, but Bonnie was clearly in shambles and pieces and currently unable to walk. You did your best not to stare. Bonnie was still in pretty bad shape, he was missing a hand and most of both legs, the end of an ear, and he’d lost some plating on his torso as well, though he was currently wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe that hid most of the damage on his torso.

“Well.” Bonnie chuckled and shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” you said.

Moon readjusted and re-fluffed all the pillows on the bed.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m pampered all day long and living a life of love and luxury,” Bonnie assured, giving Freddy a wink.

“That’s good. I’m glad yall are back together again,” you said sincerely.

Freddy went to Bonnie’s side and gently took Bonnie’s remaining hand.

“How are you, Freddy? Feeling okay?” you asked.

“I know there is quite a lot to process. There is a lot for us to work through. But for right now… I am the happiest bear in the world.” Freddie bent down and gave the back of Bonnie’s hand a kiss.

Bonnie giggled and put a hand to his cheek. He looked up at Freddy with an absolutely lovesick expression. Dopey smile, adoring eyes, the whole shebang.

“Stop being so damn cute!” you exclaimed.

“Language,” Sun said, pressing his palms over Greggory’s ears.

You winced. “Sorry.”

Greggory just grinned at you and went back to his game.

“Bonnie, I…” Moon finally turned away from fluffing the over-fluffed pillows. “Hmm.”

“Ah, Y/N, I would love to show you the view of the dog park from the balcony! There is a particularly fluffy fellow who is there often to play fetch,” Freddy said.

You glanced at Moon, who was looking appreciatively at Freddy. “I can never turn town doggo watching.”

You followed Freddy outside as Moon carefully approached Bonnie.

You took a seat with Freddy on the balcony. The dog park was full of people playing and hanging out with their pets, enjoying the nice weather. You grinned as you spotted a tiny little pomeranian playfully chasing a great dane.

“How are the others? I was gonna check on Roxy and Chica next,” you said.

“They are holding up alright. Roxy has been very lonely, but I believe you were on to something to suggest Chica room with her. They seem to be having a nice time together,” Freddy said. “Monty is… he has been oddly quiet. He at least seems to have made quick friends with Foxy, who I must say, is very charismatic.”

“I bet he’s got a lot on his mind. I mean, you’ve all kinda been through hell lately, with the virus any everything,” you said.

“It is a lot, yes. But we are all here for each other, and your support means the world to us. Y/N, you are incredibly kind to provide us with a place to stay while the pizza-plex is closed and things are still uncertain,” Freddy said.

“You’ve thanked me enough, jeez. I’m just doing what anyone would have done.” You waved him off.

“How are you, Y/N?” Freddy asked.

“Me? Well. I guess I’m still a little frazzled by everything.” You shrugged.

“Just frazzled?”

“I mean. You know. I did think I was gonna die several times that night. Not the first time I’ve faced my mortality, but as it turns out, doesn’t really get more fun the more it happens. Not to mention how worried I was about all of you, and Greggory.” You let out a sigh. “But everything turned out alright, right? Even if the verdict doesn’t go well, I’m still gonna support yall however I can. None of you have to go back to the pizza-plex if you don’t want to.”

“That is appreciated, but unnecessary. Regardless of the verdict, we have been discussing forming a union, and perhaps opening our own little pizza-plex. Which I imagine will need an experienced security guard.” Freddy winked at you. “Although the idea is exciting, I think we are all eager to explore the town and see some sights for a while.”

“That’s good.” You smiled. "An experienced security guard, huh? I might know a guy."

Freddy smiled. His expression fell, and he met your eyes with a heavy expression. “While things did seem to mostly work out okay, I am sorry it happened the way it did. I am sorry for your involvement, and Greggory’s. I wish your safety had never been threatened. But I am so glad you are safe now. I have no doubt Moon and Sun are watching over you carefully.”

“Oh yeah. Sun’s been doting on me a lot, and Moon rarely leaves me out of sight. I’ll be honest, I kinda like the attention.” You laughed. “But… thanks, Freddy.”

“In lighter news, Omari came by yesterday to run scans on Bonnie and order some parts! When they arrive, she says she will repair Bonnie free of charge. She referred to herself as a doctor? She said if any of us needed a tune up, we should give her a call,” Freddy said.

You smiled at that. “That’s nice of her.”

“We should head back in soon. Before we do, Y/N…” Freddy looked at you seriously. “Know that it is okay to not be okay.”

“Yeah… yeah.” You nodded slowly. “I think I’m still processing everything, honestly. I might go back to therapy for a little while. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, you know?”

“That is not a bad idea.” Freddy smiled. “Would you like a hug, kiddo?”

“I’d love a hug.”

You hugged Freddy. He was comfortingly warm, comfortingly not too warm. He gently pat your back.

The two of you went back inside to see Moon and Bonnie laughing about something. Greggory was sitting with his arms crossed and scowling at the game while Sun consoled him.

“Ah, there’s my teddy bear!” Bonnie said, spotting Freddy and smiling wide.

“Is there anything you need, snuggle bunny?” Freddie went to Bonnie’s side.

Bonnie shook his head. “Just you, honey.”

You could see Freddy's little puff ball tail wagging happily.

"Ugh, okay. I see I'm clearly a third wheel here. Y/N, lets go check on the others," Moon said, removing himself from the scene and striding over to you.

"Coming, Sun?" You asked.

"Sorry dear, I have to help Greggory beat the fifth dungeon," Sun said. He didn't look up from the game, the console fairly tiny in his hands.

"How have you not been hit yet?!" Greggory exclaimed.

"I have very good reflexes!" Sun said.

You resolved to have your talk with Greggory later, as Moon was already pulling you back out into the hall.

"I saw you and Bonnie laughing. I assume whatever you wanted to talk about went over okay?" you asked Moon.

"Yes. It was nice… finally getting it off my chest. Bonnie reassured me as well." Moon smiled.

"That's great." You pat Moon's arm. "I'm gonna ask you all sorts of nosy questions about what you two talked about later."

Moon rolled his eyes. "I expected nothing less."

You knocked on door 307.

"Hey, guys. How's it going?" Roxy asked through the door.

"Good, thought we'd stop by and hang out for a while," Moon replied. "You two really went to town with the decorating, huh?"

"Blame Chica, it was her idea," Roxy said.

You looked between Moon and the still closed door. "Uh. Are either of you gonna open the door, or??"

"…Oh." Roxy's footsteps got closer, and then the door swung open. "Sorry. I keep doing that."

"Learn how your eyes work," Moon teased.

Roxy scoffed. "As if you weren't literally doing the same thing!"

"Y/N!!" Chica cried, pushing past Roxy and Moon to wrap you in a big hug. "How are you, hon??"

"Hey Chica, I'm great." You laughed and hugged your bird friend back. "How are you?"

"Well, we've been working on thinking paw-sitively and doing something fun every day! Right, Roxy?"

"Your puns wore off on Chica," Roxy grumbled.

"Sorry." You laughed. You weren't actually all that sorry.

You and Moon were invited into what looked like a teenage girl's dream slumber party paradise. There were fairy lights, pink and red curtains, metal paint and cleaners in the bathroom, magazines (borrowed from the lobby) laying around, a suspicious amount of trashcans, and lots of colorful little sticky notes on the mirror in the hall. The sticky notes all had cute bubbly handwriting on them and said things like 'you look great today!' and 'you got this, rockstar!'

Roxy went out to the balcony to watch the dogs, assuring everyone that it wasn't weird. Moon went out with her to watch the dogs as well. He also assured everyone it wasn't weird, in a tone that made Roxy huff at him.

You caught up with Chica. You talked about music and how your stories were coming along and how everyone was holding up. It was nice to chat like normal, you hadn't realized how much you missed it.

Chica filled you in on the gossip she'd picked up here at the hotel. Apparently, the receptionist and Greggory were secretly at war. Greggory would prank the poor man frequently, and the receptionist was yet to be able to prove it was Greggory who was messing with him, but he knew regardless because Greggory was always around to watch the prank unfold and snicker at him before running off.

When you asked about how Monty was doing, Chica paused. She said you should see for yourself. You bid her a temporary farewell and made your way next door.

You knocked at door 308.

Foxy opened the door and gave you a big grin. "Ahoy! How nice of you to stop by!"

Upon meeting him for the first time a few days ago, you'd instantly become a fan of Foxy. He always spoke in a pirate accent, and he was a lot shorter than the other animatronics, barely half a head taller than you. He had all the trappings of a classic pirate- an eyepatch, a long blue coat with gold buttons, a weathered captain's hat with a big red feather, a peg leg, and a hook hand. He even had a cutlass, though it was clearly a very dull plastic thing.

"Hey, Foxy. Me and Moon and Sun are here to hang out with everyone for a while. Is now a good time?" you asked.

"Oh, sure! Welcome in, matey." Foxy ushered you into the room.

Both the beds looked messy and unkempt, but the rest of the room was in decent shape. Monty's bass was leaning against the wall, but the gator himself was nowhere to be seen.

"That overgrown lizard is moping out on the balcony again." Foxy sighed and scratched the back of his head with the side of his hook. "I've been doing me best to help the poor sod out, but I'm still a little hazy on everything. I only really woke up a handful of tides ago, ya know."

"Yeah. Do you have any questions? Anything I can help out with?" you asked.

"Oh, you've done enough, matey." Foxy pat your shoulder. "To which I am mighty grateful."

"Ahh, don't worry about it. Yall have been through the ringer, I'm just doing my best to help out."

Foxy smiled at you. "I think you're alright, cowboy."

"Thanks." You returned the smile. "I'm gonna talk to Monty, if that's alright. I've been a little worried about him."

"Aye, good luck to ya." Foxy nodded and gestured you towards the balcony door.

You stepped out onto the balcony. Monty glanced at you from where he was sitting slouched in a chair, then turned his attention back to the dog park. You closed the door behind you and took a seat in the other chair.

“Howdy,” you greeted.

Monty grunted.

“What’s up, big guy?”

Monty shrugged.

You hummed. “I see, I see. Intriguing.”

Monty rolled his eyes. He shifted in his seat and sighed. “I remember. The last time.”

“You remember?” you asked.

Monty nodded. “I was in safe mode, and when Vanessa took me off safe mode again, it was a little different. I could still remember… everything I did.”

“Oh.” So he’d heard Vanessa’s whole monologue. He knew everything, beyond what you’d been able to explain to everyone, beyond what your recording of that night had conveyed.

“I dunno. Just. Being used for years as a tool to hurt my friends. Its kinda fucking me up, ya know?” Monty scratched his claws against the arms of his chair.

“No one blames you, Monty. No one is mad at you. You are not to blame for any of it. Hell, if it weren’t for the clues you left I’d have never figured out what was going on,” you said.

“Yeah, I know.” Monty sighed. “Still sucks. Its not fair.”

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.”

You sat with Monty in silence for a few minutes. The dogs in the park played and barked. A grinning child tirelessly played fetch with a doodle. An australian shepherd rolled around in the grass. The breeze kept the warm air from being too stifling, carrying the smell of blooming flower beds with it. Friendly clouds meandered across the bright sky.

You spoke up. “How can I help, Monty? I can try my best to give you some advice, I can listen to you rant about it if you want, I can keep you company, or, I know you’re not typically the hugging type but-“

“I would like a hug,” Monty said quietly.

You stood and held out your arms without question. Monty got up and with incredible caution and gentleness, crouched down and hugged you.

Monty quickly fell apart in your arms, crying and shuddering and holding you tightly. still, you could tell his hold wasn't as tight as he wanted. Even now, he was doing his best to be careful with you.

“It’s okay big guy. I got you,” you mumbled, patting his back. Your heart hurt. You wanted to do more, say more, but at the moment, you didn't think you could.

Monty cried for a solid few minutes before finally calming down. With a light sigh, he stepped back and wiped his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this,” he said.

“I won’t.” You held a hand over your heart and smiled at him. “Hey, since you lost your shades, I thought maybe you might want these?” You reached into your pocket and pulled out some old aviator style sunglasses you’d found in your closet. “Not as cool as your old ones, but I figured they could hold you over till you get some more.”

Monty took the shades with careful claws and put them on. “…How do I look?”

“Like a rockstar.” You smiled and gave him two thumbs up.

“Heh… thanks, punk.” Monty pat your head.

“Wanna go see what the rest of the gang is up to?” You asked, motioning toward the balcony door.

“Yeah, sure.” Monty nodded.

You lead Monty back inside. Everyone was happy to see him.

You had a talk with Greggory, explaining that the poor employee at the front desk was just doing their job. Greggory begrudgingly agreed to pull back on the pranks.

Freddy asked you if you'd been to visit Vanessa at the county jail yet. You hadn't, since your feelings towards her were complicated and you weren't sure if she even wanted to see you. Freddy said he'd gone to say hello and check up on her. He told you that she seemed to be holding up alright, though she was very quiet. Freddy suggested you pay her a visit, and you told him you would think about it.

When it was time to go, you promised to be back for another visit soon. You, Sun, and Moon left everyone in high spirits. You said goodbye to DJMM and little Music Man, then headed home.

~~~

You kicked your shoes off by the door and let out a long sigh. It’d been a long day, but you were still happy to see everyone.

You were also happy to be back home.

"Now that we're back…" Moon closed and locked the door behind the three of you. "What were you going to say in the elevator, Y/N?"

Shit, you'd almost forgotten about that. "Uhh… I'll tell you after dinner."

Sun and Moon shared a look.

"Promise?" Sun asked.

"Aw man, I dunno…" You busied yourself with getting some stuff ready to cook for dinner. A burger, leftover mac and cheese, and some baby carrots with ranch so Sun wasn't hounding you about vegetables and the importance of a well rounded meal.

"I can cook," Moon said, taking the box of frozen burger patties from your hand.

"You have never handled a stove before in your life." You looked at him doubtfully.

"I fed kids every day," Moon argued.

You gave Moon a deadpan stare. "You handed out packs of crackers." You took the box back and turned on the stove.

Moon pouted. "Thrown to the wayside on a technicality."

You shared a look with Sun, who giggled.

"What if I teach you both how to cook?" you offered.

Sun sprang up and leapt into the kitchen. "I'd love to!!"

"I guess." Moon shrugged.

You walked them through basic safety stuff, how to work the stove, how to handle knives, making sure things were clean, what to do if something caught on fire. Cooking a burger in a pan seemed like a nice and easy first lesson. You talked about raw meat and how to make sure things were cooked properly, although these frozen patties only really needed to be heated up, they were in no danger of giving anyone food poisoning. You showed them how to work the microwave as you heated up your mac and cheese, warning them against putting anything metal in there. Sun and Moon listened with rapt attention and eagerly helped when they could.

With dinner ready, Sun and Moon insisted on doing the dishes while you ate. You protested slightly, but honestly, dishes were your least favorite chore.

Sun snatched up your plate as soon as you were done so he could wash it. Moon sat himself down right next to you, blocking you from being able to slide out of the booth.

"Alright, I guess I live here now." You leaned back and got comfortable.

As soon as Sun finished the dishes, he hurried over and crawled under the table.

You laughed. "Sun, what-?"

Sun popped up on your other side and wiggled his way up onto the booth. Now surrounded on all sides by Sun and Moon, the booth was feeling especially crowded.

"Ok so uh… what's this about?" you asked warily.

Moon and Sun each took one of your hands and looked at you. They were both very close, and you were feeling very warm.

"What were you about to say in the elevator, dear?" Sun asked gently.

"Oh uh, we can talk about that later…" You laughed awkwardly.

"How does it feel? To be asked nosy questions all day?" Moon teased.

"Is that what this is? Revenge?" You rolled your eyes.

"Not quite," Sun said with a smile. "You can talk to us, sunshine."

You wished you could hide your face. Your hands were currently occupied, and there was only so far you could slouch in the booth.

You sighed. "Oh, man. I know I should… I just… I'm nervous about… what yall will think of me, and I'm worried I'm just… lonely. I'm worried if I say anything it'll mess everything up." You huffed. "Ugh, why do you two have to be so damn nice to me?!"

Sun and Moon looked at each other. They both leaned forwards and tilted their heads at you. They took up nearly your whole field of vision.

"Because we love you," they both said.

"Romantically. To be clear," Moon added.

"Platonically as well, honestly." Sun smiled.

…

What.

Oh god, your brain had stopped working. Your face felt so hot. You were just staring at the table. You had to say something, oh shit. They loved you?? What the hell?! Holy shit!

Moon chuckled. "Take your time."

The teasing brought you back into yourself. "Well. I guess that makes what I had to say a lot easier." Even so, you paused, just for a moment. "I've had a massive crush on both of you for a long time." You laughed. You felt a little light headed.

"We know, dear," Sun said, smiling at you.

"You know?! Since when??" You stared at the both of them.

"You are not a very good liar. You don't hide things nearly as well as you think you do," Moon said. He intertwined his fingers with yours and gave the back of your hand a kiss.

"Oh gosh." You looked up at the ceiling. There was nowhere else to look. You were embarrassed and happy and excited and relieved all at the same time.

"Don't be embarrassed, dear." Sun cupped your face in his free hand and gently pulled your face back down to look at him. "You're still anxious. Talk to us?"

That was all it took, and everything came rushing out all at once, and there wasn't a thing you could do to stop it. "I'm worried I'm just lonely and missing a romantic partner. I know its been a long time now, but it still hurts... that my fiancé left me and ran off with my friend. I dunno if I'm ready for another relationship, but damn do I wanna be. Plus, the three of us, we were friends and coworkers and I didn't wanna make it awkward or have to get a new job again, and I'm so horrible with my emotions and I'm such a mess, I didn't know if you'd even want me. I tried to ignore it when I realized I was starting to see yall in that way, but the feeling just kept growing and growing. You guys really are too nice to me. Sun, you're so kind and comforting and thoughtful, and Moon, you're sweet and caring and gentle. And there's a lot of stuff that both of you do, like make little gifts for me or goof off with me or help me when I'm an idiot and need help but don't ask for it, and it's like, double the crushing, and dammit, I love you both to pieces."

As soon as you finished, both Sun and Moon hugged you, getting in each other's way a little in their efforts to snuggle up to you as close as possible.

"I think you're definitely ready for a relationship," Moon said.

"No but really, if you say you aren't ready, then that’s alright," Sun added quickly.

"Don't think that we don't want to be with you. We very much do," Moon said.

"Even so, there is no pressure if you'd rather take your time," Sun said.

You laughed at the two of them. You wiggled your arms free enough to hug them both back. You squeezed them tight. You couldn't seem to stop smiling. "If there's one thing I know for certain, its that this, right here, right now, feels right." You let out a content sigh. Both of them, here with you. In your arms, you in theirs. "I want to be with you both. Whether I'm ready or not. Though, I think I am ready."

"My little song bird. You make me so happy," Moon mumbled into your shoulder.

"I adore you, love. I'm enamored and enchanted." Sun leaned his faceplate against your head. "Ooooh! I'm so happy I might just explode!" Sun jumped up and over the table, landing in the kitchen and doing an excited little dance.

Moon slid out of the booth, taking you with him, not yet ready to unwrap you from his hug. You clung on like a koala.

"Get comfy. Because I'm never letting you go," Moon said, doing his own little dance as he hugged you close.

"Hey, don't just hog Y/N all to yourself," Sun scolded with a frown.

"Make me," Moon said, hugging you tighter.

Sun took that as a challenge and charged for Moon, who quickly ran to the other side of the room.

You laughed. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"You love it, hush," Moon teased.

"I do," you admitted.

You could honestly say that this was the happiest you'd felt in a long while. And, for the first time in a long time, you were excited to see what the future held for you. You had all these friends, not one but two amazing partners, a kick-ass new job lined up, and new adventures to come ahead of you.

There was a time, right after you'd had to move, when you didn't think you'd ever be happy again. There was no way you could have imagined where you'd be now, but you were so grateful that you'd done you best to keep moving forward.

It seemed things were finally working out for you. You couldn't be happier.

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tsukishumai · 3 years ago

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K I couldn't bother to put all these in tags x-x

The more the story advances, the more I feel like Bokuto shouldn't end up with reader. Or Hikari, for that matter. Dude's got a looooot of growing up to do. It's not even a project like I was thinking up until this chapter, it's a whole damn construction site.

I even went and re-read the first few chapters. And while there's, arguably, SOMETHING there as far as his feelings towards reader are concerned, the whole thing with Hikari doesn't even feel like "I can't get with who I want, so I'll just try my luck with the new girl since she's interested". Dude was 100% fine and dandy with the attention he was getting. He was happy. Hell, he's happy with her now.

Until he tries to replicate with Hikari the things he used to do with reader, and she doesn't find joy in them. Until reader started having no time for him. Until he learns that she HAD feelings for him all along. Until he actually sees her and Kuroo together.

And this chapter? Emotionally dude is still a child, period. It's like he's mad that someone is playing with a toy he didn't realize he could have had, while not caring if the toy that he currently has is touched by someone else right in front of him. Feelings are hard, and hurt, so I'll just get drunk and blame everyone for the problems I had a hand in causing. Lash out and hurt 3 very important people in my life - AFTER Akaashi warned him about this very scenario, too.

Sigh. That all being said - and considering that, despite all this, I still understand where he's coming from and how he's feeling - this is the kind of clown behaviour that gets you cut out of people's lives. I honestly didn't think I'd end up hating Bokuto at any point of this story, but it's coming very close to that. Were I in this situation, I'd never want to see him again, regardless of what feelings I had for the guy.

Anyway happy holidays lmao

A classic case if “you don’t know what you got until it’s gone”

I wouldn’t say Bokuto ever took Y/N for granted, I think he definitely appreciated her and was very aware of her importance in his life BUT I think he took HER FEELINGS for granted. Not her romantic feelings, but even platonically. He just always expected her to be there for him no matter what cause she’s ALWAYS been there and always prioritized him, so he can go on living his happy life with no worries

Bokuto’s essentially been spoiled and babied by almost everyone in his life, so it’s only natural for him to almost expect it but this point right? Well WAKE UP BOKUTO LIFE ISNT LIKE THAT

Well now he’s got a taste of what it’s like to pretty much get demoted in Y/N’s life, and he’s literally going crazy sigh

Bokuto has a lot of growing up to do, but he’s never been in a situation that properly calls for him to change who he is, and now he is also attempting to navigate through turbulent waters. The big difference is that y/n is no longer there to hold his hand, and he feels so lost

Selfishness like that is hardly a one victim crime :(

Love Galore

#ukiyotsi #love galore

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #360

“we are the ones that wanna play / always wanna go, but you never wanna stay”

"Crawling" or "In The End?" I want to say "Crawling," but I really can't be sure. Both are bomb. Is your window open? No. Monsters Inc. or Shrek? Shrek, my man. What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? Jason's mom died. What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken? I remember as kids, Nicole and I would sometimes play 'til Mom made us finish because the water was cold by then. As an adult, idk about my longest shower. Do you have a preference of chocolate? Yeah, milk chocolate. Is there anyone you’d like to hug right now? Yeah. Could you ever picture someone writing a biography about you? Definitely not. Do you have a clock in your room? No. Do you shut off the computer when you’re done using it? No, I just close it. Do you usually catch a cold during the winter? No. I just about never get sick. Are you a good multi-tasker? NOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you know any deaf people? If so, is it easy or difficult to have conversations with them? No. Is there a door knocker on your front door? No. Were you ever into Pokémon? Bitch I still am. Do you drink a lot of water? Sigh, no. I'm definitely better than I used to be, though; once upon a time, I literally never drank it unless I was extremely hot and dehydrated. Nowadays, it's usually after I finish my soda for the day that I then only drink water, normally around one full tall cup of it. Do you like fireworks? They're beautiful, but I'm personally against them out of respect for veterans suffering from PTSD as well as animals, because I'm not exactly interested in traumatizing them, either. Is respect given or earned with you? It's given, the way I think it should be. Are you “in the closet” about anything? No. Are you missing any teeth? No. Do you like scrapbooking? I've never gotten into it and am not really interested in doing so. What was or will be your first tattoo? It's a semicolon butterfly on my right wrist. Sometimes I've thought about getting it covered with a cooler design but the same concept; it was literally from Google, and I'm very much not into "sharing" tattoo designs with probably thousands of other people. But, I still think it really is cute, and it's just very special to me as my first, so idk. Do you have any tattoos dedicated to someone special? I have one written in Sara's handwriting inside a heart, and my "ohana" tattoo that I am 100% getting covered was dedicated to my former best friend Colleen. I've talked before about why "ohana" has never really resonated with me, and I just don't like it anymore at all. Thank God it's small. Do you like ghost stories? Oh HELL yeah, lay 'em on me. What was your favorite movie as a kid? The Lion King. Some things never change, ha. Do you own a lot of cookbooks? Mom has looooots, but never uses any. I think her mom gave them to her, so she just keeps 'em. What’s your father’s handwriting like? It looks like every other man's handwriting I've ever seen lol. All the letters are capitalized. Did you wash your hair last time you showered? I wash my hair every time I shower. I have to with it naturally being so oily. What does your shampoo smell like? Coconut. Do you listen to Guns N' Roses? Not a lot, but yeah. They've got some bangers. I actually want "Sweet Child O' Mine" to be the father/daughter dance at my wedding. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? Yeah, at my sister's wedding. What was the last video game that you beat? I replayed Silent Hill 2 a long time ago. Have you ever hyperventilated? Yep. Do you talk in your sleep? I scream in my sleep. Nightmares/terrors are a blast. Whose house did you last sleep over? Sara's. Have you ever been cut by scissors? No. Do you like peaches? It's odd, I like canned sliced peaches, but the actual, full fruit, I don't. I love peach flavored juice, though. Do you enjoy being surrounded by neighbors, or would you be more comfortable someplace secluded? Take me back to the middle of nowhere, please. I'm really not digging being in an actual neighborhood. Is there any sibling rivalry between you and your siblings, if you have any? Not at all. Do you usually root for the good guys or the bad guys? Ha, the baddies... Are you allowed to have pets at your house? We're allowed to have what we currently own and then maybe one dog if Mom finally finds one. Have you ever lived in a trailer park? No. Is there anyone that you know through the internet that you would feel comfortable meeting in person? There's quite a few, actually! Have you ever had a dream involving characters from a game/movie/television show? Yeah. What’s the last thing you wrote down? My signature, I think? Do you remember any phone numbers from years ago that now belong to someone you don’t know? No. Have you ever found something strange in your mailbox? No. Who was the last relative that came to visit you? My half-sister and her husband. Does your bedding all match? Not currently. Are you more comfortable with having short hair or long hair? SHORT. Are you interested in fantasy movies/shows? That's my preference. Have you ever gone whale-watching? No, but that'd be dope. What is something that you have a large amount of? Meerkat plushies. Who is it that you’re in love with? Nobody. Have you ever gotten love and infatuation confused? No. Do you have a steady income? No. Do you take your medications in the morning or at night? Both. Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? No, I wish. :( Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? MILK. I don't eat it with water. When was the last time you ran into someone that you didn’t want to see? Idk. Have you ever tried vlogging, and if yes, did you stick with it? Noooo, I'm completely disinterested in doing that myself. If you go to church, what is your favorite thing about it? I don't go. Even as a kid when Mom made me, I hated it. ^and what is your least favorite thing about it? N/A What do you do for exercise? I don't. .-. I want a pool SO badly to swim and strengthen my legs without having to worry about sweating or collapsing, though. Mom says we don't have space, but we definitely do. Not a lot, but enough. Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? Yeah, it's just a bit darker than the rest of my skin. Do you need to lose weight? Yes. My sister, Mom, and I very recently started a Weight Watchers subscription and we're all working our asses off to stick to it. Ash has already lost like, 12 pounds (she started before Mom and me), so I'm kinda hopeful. Have you ever had a cat? Growing up, after we took in a stray female, we ended up with a fucking empire of cats, literally around three dozen, I'd say. They were all outdoors, too, and not fixed because we couldn't afford it, so tomcats would come around and, y'know, make matters worse. Eventually, animal control took them all and I was DEVASTATED, but looking back, I understand it was necessary. Anyway, I have one cat now. Indoors and fixed and the prince of my world, haha. Have you ever had a dog? We've had a few. I was born with my dad having a collie named Trigger, but I don't remember her at all; she died of old age I believe when I was very young. Then we briefly had a pup named Angel, but she died due to that disease some puppies just have. We didn't get another dog until Teddy, who was my Christmas present, and he was put to sleep only last year, rest my baby's soul. We also had Dale, Cali, Delilah, and Bentley. Have you ever any other kind of animal? A LOT. I'm probably going to forget some, but we've had hamsters, rats, snakes, fish, a turtle, two lizards, gerbils, guinea pigs... just a lot. Animals have always been very important in my life. Have you ever had a pet rock? HA, yeah. I didn't take it seriously at all, but I had one. When was the last time you painted something? Not since my Painting course in my final college attempt. Do you have any disabilities? Not in the traditional sense, no. My social anxiety though is at such a severity that it majorly infringes upon my ability to do a LOT of things, though. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? I couldn't name five. Just Hot Topic and Spencer's, really. What season do you want to get married in? AUTUMN. The actual dream situation would be to get married in the snow in a black dress, like can you IMAGINE the pictures, but realistically, it'd be in the fall to avoid the biting cold. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yeah. Anything special planned for today? Nope. Blue or green? Blue. How much older/younger than you was the person you lost your virginity to? He's two years older than me. Do you still care for that person? Very much. Can you completely annihilate the first Mario game in less than an hour? I haven't even played the first game. I've never really been into the games to begin with. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes! I was OOOOOBSESSEEEEEED as a kid. I would usually play it after school when my mom was an assistant teacher and was finishing up her work for the day. Have you ever contemplated climbing a water tower? Uh, no. Those kind of people got some wanderlust levels that I ain't got, haha. If you have a Facebook, when was the last time you changed your profile picture? It's been a few months. Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? Um, yes? You can deny it all you want, but answering "no" is pretty much the same as saying you'd marry for money. Is there a guy you wish you hadn’t let slip away? ugh Which do you prefer: English or math? English, by light years. Who is a singer that has given you chills? David Draiman's voice in the Disturbed cover of "Sound of Silence" is fucking haunting. Greatest cover of all time. Do you watch America’s Got Talent? I did when Sharon was a judge. Do you think you could win America’s Got Talent? Hell no. What act would you perform in a talent show? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Have you ever practiced yoga? Yes. I used to be BANGIN at it. What is your favorite thing to buy at the Farmer’s Market? Fruit! Do you get carsickness? No. What color is the rim of your full-length mirror? Black. What is your state’s bird (if you live in the US)? Cardinal. Which style of wedding dress is your favorite? I'm a sucker for ballgown dresses. Do you enjoy editing videos? I used to love it, for many many years. Now, I just don't have the dedication or motivation to. Do you enjoy editing photos? Yes. If you gave birth, do you think you would want it filmed? Um, absolutely not. I would have NO desire to look back on me shrieking my lungs out and essentially dying. I handle abdominal pain very poorly, so I've got a goooood feeling that if I actually wanted to have kids, I'd be that woman screeching like a banshee.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''aerials'' by system of a down

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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A True Tale of Pride And Prejudice

Boy Next Door! Alfred+Punkster! Reader (Modern/High School AU)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Here’s a small thing for @a-mess-of-fandoms‘ challenge, which I hope she’ll like and you’ll do as well!

I have been low key itching for inspiration lately, alongside a bit of tiredness, but still I hope that you’ll like this fic!

Let me know if you want to know more about our very own Mrs Darcy and Mr Bennet!

As always: feedback is an amazing way to make us writers feel loved and supported, so don’t forget to leave a comment, if you liked it!

WARNINGS. High School Prejudices, Mention fo Stage Fright.

Theatre wasn’t for you, but your best friend had roped you in, because apparently in the high school production of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ there was her crush, and she had obliged you take a part in it, beside her.

As the shy punkster you were, you had done everything in your power to be written in the staff instead of the in the actors to avoid acting in front of annoyed parents and overexcited teachers.

Still you had been written to be the substitute to the main actress, meanwhile your best friend got to play Jane Bennet, and kiss for a rather ‘theatrically passionate kiss’ her crush.

You were truly happy for her.

What you were less happy was for the fact that the girl who was supposed to play Elizabeth Bennet had fractured a leg doing some weird Tik Tok trend.

You had cursed your friend for the entire day, you had gotten the news, trying to push the role on everyone else except you.

But not only you were already in too little of a number to change actors at the last minute, but the theatre teacher insisted you used this occasion to ‘get over your insecurities and claim your inner goddess’.

Utter bullshit to you.

Not only you had to get through a bad case of stage fright, but you also had to deal with ‘perfect Alfred’.

Alfred York was the most perfectest guy you could ever meet with straight teeth and straight As, something that annoyed your inner rebel.

No matter the fact that you also had good grades and the entire punk attire was more to hide your true colors than for everything else.

But you dreaded the fake eternal smile and perfection of Alfred.

Because it had to be fake.

Nobody was ever truly all that happy.

And annoying.

You obviously would say your lines with the least amount of interest and your lowest voice, during rehearsals, as you felt like everyone else was looking at you and Alfred would gently suggest you to ‘simply raise your voice’ or ‘just let your inner Elizabeth shine’.

‘Are you always this happy or…?’ you had once muttered to him ‘… or you take some happiness pills?’.

He had looked confused and lost even more point to his favor for you.

One day eventually he had invited you over to his house and you hadn’t been able to find a good enough excuse to avoid that, and before you could even straight up reject him, he had already set up a date.

‘How can you not like Alfred?’ had then asked your friend, as you tried on your dresses, the corset making you feel at unease and with a difficulty to breathe ‘… he is Mr. Nice Guy’.

‘I just don’t trust those guys’ you commented darkly ‘… they always have some problematics that I don’t want to solve’.

Still that afternoon you went over to his house, surprising a rather pristine woman, who you assumed was Alfred’s mother.

As she opened the door, she stood against it, slumping on it, almost as if she was close to fainting.

And she did almost faint again, as Alfred sprinted to you, to get you.

He presented you like a ‘schoolmate he had theatre project with’, before bringing you to a less pristine room, although it had a different chaos from your ‘I am too tired to pick up that pizza box’.

It was the disorder of creative people.

Projects everywhere, alongside a few music sheets moved on the floor, in something that surprised you.

And made you think about the fact that sadly you didn’t know much about that boy.

And maybe that should have made you less judgy.

Just maybe.

‘Excuse the mess, I just…’ he moved around a few patches of papers in order to let you sit on the bed without ruining anything ‘… I just had an idea for a song and I had to play it out, really quick’.

“You sing?” you asked, although immediately your eyes spied a guitar cover next to the bed.

“I play the guitar and the piano… my mother insisted on the latter”.

Why weren’t you surprised.

“Cool” you mumbled, less impressed than you were truly inside since you honestly thought that it was quite rebellious for the otherwise normal teenager.

“… I could play you something…” he tried to offer, but you immediately shut him down with an ‘I am fine this way’, a slightly grumpy expression on his face before it became again clear and smiley “… oh then we should focus on the lines”.

And he moved to grab a pair of headphones and what looked like a blindfold.

“Ok, you are a looooot weirder than I thought, Mr. Grey” you pushed a bit away, meanwhile Alfred exploded in a lightly embarrassed laugh.

“I swear it won’t be anything weird, my fair lady” and noticing the fact that you weren’t convinced he proceeded to explain “… I just noticed that… you aren’t at ease, usually… with all the others looking at you… because you are worried about them, so I thought about practicing as if… there wasn’t anybody else”.

You couldn’t help but be moved by the fact that he had noticed the way you cowered at the light of fame.

You blushed and replied.

“… still I won’t put on the blindfold” you made sure to state “… we aren’t in those good terms, yet”.

“Oh ok” he honestly seemed surprised by the fact that you had agreed on it, as he adjusted the headphones around your head, before linking them to his phone “… I’ll put on classical music, because I think it is more fitting for these scenes”.

“Ok” and again that surprised expression “… I know classical music, I actually do like Mozart”.

That surprised expression was now making you angry at him.

“Just because I dress up like a punk it doesn’t mean that I don’t know classical music” you muttered tightly and Alfred seemed taken aback, almost as if you had kicked him in the balls.

“No no, absolutely… I just…” he seemed to almost blush even further, a light tint of pink on his cheeks “… ugh… people usually don’t like it”.

“I am not exactly ‘people’ “ you commented.

“That I have noticed“ you expected some idiotic answer “… I mean… you have a courage in you that I wish I owned”.

It felt like a too intimate confession, and you had to duck lightly your head.

Although you were grateful for it.

And flattered.

“… enough with all this flirting” you tried to ease off the heavy situation, as you pushed the playlist to start “… let’s start”.

At first it was a bit difficult, mostly because your tone would be set up on screaming and you were sure that Alfred’s mom would have kicked you out soon enough, but Alfred looked completely startstruck once you were finally able to properly get in the mood.

And eventually… you also liked the script.

You had liked the novel and although the script was a bit cheesy it felt good to act.

And eventually you were able to do it even without the headphones.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you” you breathed out softly, as you slowly opened your eyes to look at Alfred’s face, finding it again tinted of blush, as his eyes were focused on your lips for one second.

And also, yours were on his, for one second too much.

He stumbled on his words, which was a cute sight.

And reassured you about the fact that he wasn’t a humanoid android.

You almost wanted to pinch those graceful cheeks…

But soon it was time to go, although you had to admit that you had had fun.

And maybe you didn’t dread this entire theatre thing.

And you were thankful that Alfred had tried to come to meet you halfway, hence you might think about meeting him halfway.

‘You aren’t as bad as I thought’ you told him, as you moved down the stairs, with him accompanying you back home ‘… I mean… if we exclude the fact that you wanted to blindfold me…’.

“Listen… it was a theatre thing…” he commented, tomato red.

“Whatever you say, Alfie” the nickname made him even more nervous”…but thank you for suggesting this, it has helped me a bit with the stage fright and such…”.

“Ahhh I am glad” he chanted, clasping his hands over his, something that took you a bit back “… always here to help you, Mrs Darcy!”.

“I am not that prideful!” you exclaimed although you let out an easy laugh “… maybe”.

“Well you are Elizabeth, so it might be all about that prejudice…” and he sent you a look as if to say ‘I know what you think about this’.

“… maybe I was wrong…” you mumbled, biting your lips, almost chewing on it in complete uneasiness “… we’ll see”.

“We’ll see”.

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onlyhereforangst · 5 years ago

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WWR

(fair warning; thought this would be a short one & then somehow got carried away 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Couple main things learned from the Kondo subplot- 1. Nick claims he doesn’t have a lot of stuff, a tiny not even shoebox fits the things that don’t “bring him joy.” Soooo the jar is definitely bigger than that box, so it brings him joy *happy tears* AND as we see later in the ep...so does Bishop’s OK State sweatshirt 😭😭 and then 2. Bishop feels the need to get rid of a looooot & Nick is almost proud? Not even that surprised? But we’ll get into this in a second 😉

We were ROBBED of the scene of Nick wearing Ellie’s sweatshirt because Jack clearly saw it and said “we are all wondering if it’s more” so multiple people (I’m betting including Ellie because she was not shocked about Nick wearing it) saw it- WHY DIDN’T WE. I will not get over the fact that Nick took it, put it on Mr. I Wear Cashmere Sweaters, and kept it because it smells like her. Bishop & her scent on her clothes brings him 🎶jooooy 🎶

Why is them looking at each other through the nutshell so damn cute?? Like they didn’t have to gaze at each other inquisitively while bending over- but they did. It’s not like either was really looking at the contents of the nutshell, more so just each other 😩

Now on to this new Ellie stuff. The past few episodes have certainly hinted at some development in terms of anger/rage and technical skills, which we got nice clarification of at the end with that text from Odette. Clearly the training is not a new thing- Odette had placed the ball in Ellie’s court (and so did Ziva when she left saying, “Odette will be ready when you are”) aka, Ellie reached out to her a while back and is now meeting regularly with her. My best guess is after the hit&run- when she told McGee she was going to the office and then later said she went home...definitely sounds like she went to Odette’s. Imagine feeling helpless after your best friend and boyfriend you keeping denying is in a coma—the logical brain of yours knows you can’t kill him, hell you already went through every possible scenario and imagined every detail, but you know you can’t. But now suddenly your walls have come crashing down that you thought safeguarded your heart from feeling things & that passionate rage is threatening to overrule your logical side, so what do you do? Channel your rage into training yourself to being an even better agent, an even better fighter, better equipped to “save” Nick next time. This side training has given us some hot/badass AF moments like that swift kick-trip move that had me straight up screeching at my TV. If oooooonly Nick had been there to see that move, we ALL know he’d have been a hot mess trying to keep it in his pants over in the corner 🥵😂. Our boy would’ve loved to see it and then been like- wait, hold up. I didn’t teach you that, so who the hell did?? I can see Nick finding out about this training going down very interestingly. One of two ways- him being proud that she’s working on her fighting/technical skills and becoming more badass & independent OR (the more likely because boy does not trust Odette & I don’t totally blame him- I truly think that stems from worry for Ellie’s safety when it comes to a mentorship blooming there) Nick is pissed because that’s how he shows his worry for her and tries to shut her out again. Only time will tell…

Also! We’ve gotten this Ellie that wants to throw everything away- out with the old, in with the new kind of deal. And I went on about this in an ask here, but I think it stands true even after rewatching. Ellie is done being *just* the logistics analyst. She associates her previous way of life with a few major things- getting cheated on & divorced, losing two people that were extremely close to her yet despite doing her best to exact revenge on those responsible, she still likely felt like she could’ve done more- could’ve saved them if she knew more, had better skills. So along with all her past, recent triggers like Ziva’s return & departure, Nick’s near-death experience, hearing Art & Annie’s heart-breaking story, I think have pushed Ellie not only to train, but to rid herself of a lot of her past. “Simplify her life” and “evolve” to in her own way start over. Erasing bad memories and fighting to make sure the future holds good, safe memories. As I said in the ask, controlling what she can control (training with Odette & getting rid of old things that signify an “old” Ellie) when the world around her has been changing rapidly is her best way of coping. This time, when she starts “new” Ellie, it will be on her terms- the way she wants it to be.

I’m extremely excited for where this is taking her character development and hopefully progress with Nick. Here’s to hoping they truly did know about the shortened season in enough advance that we get a semi-decent (read: ELLICK FREAKING KISS) for the new 17x20 finale.

Side note: Jimmy & McGee fighting over a freaking box and then Jimmy running away with it was pure gooooold.

I probably could’ve deep-dove into the last scenes with Gibbs & Ellie even more- and I’m happy to, but I’m rushing to finish this while the baby is still napping 🙃 so just send me an ask if you want me to expand on proud dad!Gibbs & evolving!Ellie 😉

#wwr #ncis #ellick #torres x bishop #ellie bishop #nick torres #17x17

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haikyuu-loves-thiccies · 5 years ago

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Third Year!Chubby!Reader x Kageyama Tobio

Wee woo I wrote the thiiiiiiiiing. it’s 4 am and I’m big sleepy so forgive any bad thiiiiiiings. Also there aint no smut smut in this but it is definitely crude sooooooooooooooo >:)

Y/n was a casual friend of Daichi Sawamura's. They never really hung out, but they were friendly during school hours and often sitting in the same group during lunch. Once highschool kicked in and Daichi took into the boys volleyball team, what friendship they had had drifted. It didn't bother y/n, but what did bother her was that in this year, her final year of highschool, she was standing in front of the tall senior, asking for her to join as Karasuno's volleyball manager- almost half way through the school year.

“Umm.. Y/n...” Daichi was hesitant, a little confused and almost concerned as to why now someone- this someone, was asking to be a manager for the team. “You can apply, talk to Takeda-Sensei, I guess... But why now? I-If you don't mind me asking! It's just.. We already have Shizumi, and she's training a first year to take over after we all graduate.”

“Yeah, well. I... Want to do something.” Y/n swallowed hard, tapping the tips of her pointer fingers together. “This is hard to admit, okay? But I just haven't done like.. Anything.. Throughout highschool. I know it'll only be for less than a year, but I'm tired of being... Bored.” A deep breath made it's way out of Y/n's lips, her body relaxing ever so slightly. “That, and, all the other clubs rejected my late entry. For literally every position.”

“Oh, oh.” Daichi rubbed the back of his neck, not really surprised that her late entry applications weren't accepted. He understood, and was mildly concerned, by what Y/n's motive was. Boredom can drive someone mad and extreme cases, can make someone feel completely empty. It was a sorrowful thought, that Y/n might be feeling that way when in only a couple months she'd be graduating and life would open up with so many new things to experience. But still, Daichi could understand the need for something in the now, rather than later.

Y/n looked up at the captain, suddenly feeling flushed with shame.

“I'm sorry if that's like... Not a good reason to want to join- or if it's wrong or, offensive.. Or something.”

“No, no! It's fine. It's not usual, but I guess on a technicality, we're all just doing things to fight boredom, right?”

While not exactly true, Y/n appreciated the effort her old friend had made to ease her discomfort.

“I can take you to Takeda-Sensei, like I said, but I really can't promise anything, okay?”

A bright, hopeful smile spread on the young girl's face, one Daichi recognized all too well.

“Okay!”

It was a miracle, and nothing less. Y/n was as aware of this fact as she was grateful that Daichi had managed to convince the volleyball team's Senseis to give her a shot. It was like new life was breathed into the girl, no more of that awkward, isolated unknown, but the girl Daichi had known before highschool had blossomed back larger than life itself.

Y/n had settled into Karasuno's pack with ease. She was full of an uplifting spirit and cheerful demeanor, along with a mind full of snarky comments, that the underclassmen seemed to just eat up. Sugawara had never met Y/n personally, neither had Asahi, but both took to her almost as quickly as the second and first years.

Now, Y/n was refilling the first year boy's water bottles, taking note on whose is whose. The first years, outside of Tsukishima Kei, had the same casual yet not durable style. Hinata's was orange, much like his hair, with it's brands logo on the front. It was plastic- as was Yamaguchi's, while Tsukishima and Kageyama had stainless steel ones. Yamaguchi's was simply green and black, Kageyama's was dark blue with a black stripe down it's front, and Tsukishima's was the odd one out- It had a whole ass dinosaur head on it's cap. Completely decorative, and totally out of left field in Y/n's mind.

It was hard not to giggle when she was handling the tall middle blocker's cup, but she managed not to make a mess of the others and carry them all back in one piece. Now, she thought, comes her favorite time of the day. The boys were all taking a break, toweling of the sweat and grime from practice, the boys who had their water were already downing it, the first years awaiting their own.

“Alright sugar-honeys, here's one round of water.” Passing around the bottles, Y/n was giving each of the youngest boys playful, loving winks, flustering up three of the four.

“Here's one for you, Yamaguchi.” She fluttered around the freckled boy, who blushed and thanked the girl with a soft stutter. Yamaguchi was the easiest boy to truly fluster up. Part of Y/n knew it was because he wasn't used to female attention. Let alone having a third year be so sweet and touchy with him.

“And here's yours, Hinata baby~” Ruffling the orangette's hair, Y/n dropped the bottle down beside him, which he snatched up instantly and began sucking it down, his face bright red from the chosen pet name the upperclassman gave him.

With a swift movement from Tsukishima, who muttered a stoic “thanks” quicker than she could drop any lovey-dovey comments, Y/n's final bottle to give was to the raven haired setter who had stolen her heart.

“Here we are, Kageyama.” Y/n leaned down, allowing her school uniform's top to show off her breasts. Her fuller frame complimented her uniform, from showing her plush cleavage to her ass peaking out ever so slightly from her skirt whenever she bends over. Knowing full well what was happening, she squished her arms together ever-so-slightly, pushing her breasts further out. She saw, immediately, Kageyama's eyes were bouncing from her chest to the bottle, back and forth, quick and panicky movements that gave Y/n all the information she needed.

Kageyama's hand shakily moved to get his water bottle, when his whole body went frozen stiff. A sly smirk traveled Y/n's lips, and she looked down knowing full well what she'd see.

“You okay, baby?” Y/n whispered softly, not moving from her position in front of the sitting boy.

“I-, you- my-” Unable to form a sentence, Kageyama gulped, shutting his eyes tight and crossing his legs ever so slightly, pulling his volleyball bag onto his lap.

“It's okay, I wont tell~” The setter's head jumped up, a blush spreading on his cheeks and along with it, a bead of sweat. Thankfully, the other boys were deep into a conversation- planning their next moves to practice, who'd be having what for dinner, and other things that Kageyama's head couldn't fit in his mind, when his body was laser-focused on the girl in front of him. Kageyama tried to fumble out an apology, embarrassed and ashamed at his body's reaction to his upperclassman manager, but the girl shushed him with a gentle coo.

“You don't have to apologize to me honey, you're alright~ Besides.” The girl stood up, relief flooding over Kageyama instantly. “I think you're cute like this!~”

Kageyama cringed, her comment brought attention from some of the others.

“Huh??? Kageyama?? Cute?!!” Hinata jumped up into the space between the girl and boy. “Since when?!!?!” He demanded, puffing out his cheeks almost in a manor of jealousy. Kageyama wanted to kick the boy, shove and shout at him for insulting him, but found that he was still glued to his chair, afraid to move a muscle and have someone noticed his little problem trying to force its way up.

“Since, like, ever! But don't worry, you're cute too pookie-pie~” Y/n brought out the worst of her attacks, the comment embarrasses anyone it reaches just from the sheer force of how aunty-at-a-family-reunion it is. From behind her, Tsukishima snickered. Hinata shrunk away from Y/n, smiling very shakily.

“O-Oh..” Was all he could manage.

Finally, Kageyama stood up, his problem tamed for the moment. He took the opportunity and bowed to his upperclassman crush.

“Thank you for the compliments Y-Y/n-san.” With that, he excused himself and staggered off, making awkwardly cautious strides to the bathrooms. He didn't know until it was too late, but Y/n was following him.

At the doors of the bathroom, he finally noticed the girl shadowing his footsteps. Kageyama looked at her like a deer in the headlights, and gulped.

“U-Um, I'll be back in a minute Y/n, I just have to pee.”

Y/n cracked an amused grin, this boy really doesn't know how to talk to girls.

“One sec, Kageyama. I wanted to talk to you privately.”

“I-if this is about-”

“It's not, well it is, but not completely.” Y/n rested her back against the brick wall of the hallway, looking at Kageyama with an air of cool confidence, despite internally very anxious for what she was going to say next. “Listen, if... If I make you like, super uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I just think you, all you first years, are really cute and stuff..” Y/n palmed the back of her neck, feeling the heat off her own body. “Especially you. I like you a lot, Tobio. Haha.”

When Y/n looked up at the first year, she wasn't expecting the deadpanned expression he was giving her. It gave her a moment of panic, but soon relaxed her body, knowing this was just... How he tended to look.

“You like me?” Kageyama whispered, testing out the sentence quizzically.

“Well, yeah. And trust me-” Y/n's arms went up in the air defensively. “I know you're super busy and focused on volleyball. I get that you aren't exactly super available for dating and stuff, and I'm okay with that. But like, I dunno... If you wanna... Maybe we could give it a shot-”

“Yes.”

A stark, sudden answer. Y/n needed only a few seconds to register the blunt honesty in his reply.

“Wait, really?” She laughed, pleased but also amused by his sudden energy.

“Yes. I'd like to date you, Y-Y/n-san.” Kageyama nodded his head quickly, blush covering his face to his ears.

“Well, then.. I hope your gym shorts are ready, cause if we're gonna start dating, there's gonna be a looooot more action going on in there~!” Too casual. Kageyama thought, watching his now date skip swiftly back to the gym, leaving him there flustered up and processing everything that had just happened.

When Y/n reached the gym doors, she placed her hands on them and gave one last glance at Kageyama, only to fight the urge to crack up laughing.

He was staring down at his dick in absolute pure wonder.

#haikyuu x chubby reader #third year x first year series #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu fic

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firelord-frowny · 6 years ago

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🔥 avatar the last airbender and/or legend of korra (AS LONG AS WE'RE GETTIN SPICY)

OKAY SO!!!!

ATLA: Firelord Ozai was like... the Least Evil person between Sozin, Azulon, and Iroh. I might even through Azula into the mix. Ozai inherited a war that was already well on its way toward being won for an entire like 97 years befere he ever even took the throne. Sozin and Azulon did way more damage than he ever even had the time to do. And Iroh personally led the 600 day siege against Ba Sing Se, killing god knows how many people in the process. Ozai was never in the military; he never led or even fought any battles of his own. Add that up with the fact that he was no doubt raised by a monster, and like... Ozai was small potatos compared to some of the other members of his family.

I have always felt certain that Iroh would have never straightened up his act if not for the death of his son - the fact that he had to experience firsthand the very same grief that he had inflicted on countless other families.

And as for Azula, I can cut her a looooot of slack because of what was surely not a mentally healthy upbringing, but still... homegirl had some psychopathic traits that I don’t think were 100% to blame on her upbringing. Probably only like 70% to blame. The other 30% was just her being a crazy ass motherfucker, basically.

I think Ozai basically only did the thing that he thought was expected of him as firelord; the thing that he was led to believe was the only thing that mattered. Win/finish the war at all costs. I don’t think he had any concept of why he was doing it other than that he was Supposed To, and I don’t think he had any idea what he would do after the war was over.

I see him as a very tragic figure who was only “evil” because that’s who he thought he had to be.

And now for LoK:

I don’t think LoK was the steaming pile of shit that many die-hard ATLA fans seem to have thought it was lol. I conceded that it ~wasn’t as good~, but like, I’m not really in the business of comparing shows in the first place, even if they are related to one another.

I think LoK was solid. Not always exceptional, but solid. I think it opened some very interesting doors, but didn’t always have the resources to actually walk through those doors and close them behind them. LoK’s biggest shortcoming, I think, wasn’t bad writing or bad ideas. The ideas and writing I think were all pretty fuckin fantastic. I think the issue was budget and time, and I think they were too ambitious for the resources they had to work with. LoK had like 3 times the main characters that ATLA did (literally, I counted). Each main character had their own plot/arc, along with the main plots, which were layered and nuanced and wonderfully complicated. But they had to squeeze alllll of that into like 12 episodes per season. Episodes that were only like 22 minutes long. Compare that to the 22ish episode long seasons of ATLA, which had way fewer main characters, way fewer character arcs to deal with, and a much more streamlined Main Plot, and it’s no surprise that ATLA was a lot more polished and evocative.

LoK would have done well to simmer down and choose ideas that were much less complex so that they could actually tell the kind of sensitive, well-executed story that everyone expected. But I think they very much had a “go big or go home” attitude about it, which I also admire and respect... they tried to bring their vision to life with limited resources, and fucking hell if it wasn’t a valiant and commendable effort. It didn’t work out as spectacularly as some would have liked, but like... the end result wasn’t horrific or anything lmao. It was fine.

#except season two lmao season two was some shit #*dai li agent voice* There Is No Book Two Of Legend Of Korra #theginghamdog

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igotanaddixon · 7 years ago

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Courting Customs (Thorin x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys!! So here is a request of @deepestfirefun The idea was so cute! I hope that you will like it!

Request: Thorin x reader (human, little smaller than average human) She has very long and thick hair and has problems taming it one (knots etc) Thorin notices that and offers to help. She agrees without really thinking about its significance to dwarves. While Thorin is busy with her hair, she suddenly remembers what it means in dwarven culture when a male us attending female's hair. She actually has strong feelings for him but because he is a king, she has been quiet about it and is wondering how is it possible to someone so fierce and ruthless warrior like Thorin to be so gentle. Thorin is secretly happy that she has allowed him to help her and notice that she has fallen some sort of trance by his touch. Looooots of fluff!!!!

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader

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Courting Customs (Thorin x Reader)

You sighed as you sat on a log not so far away from the company at night. It wasn’t a particularly cold night but the wind was chilly and you started to shiver, alone on your log. The fire was surrounded by the dwarves, not that they didn’t try to make you sit with them but you were too pissed off to be among others for now. You groaned and almost threw your hairbrush on the ground as you tried to untangle your long (H/C) hair desperately. You had always love your hair, for a human you had beautiful long and thick hair, almost as soft as an elf and almost as thick as a dwarf. You were proud of your beautiful locks and you always loved taking care of them. However, now that you were riding on a pony in the wild all day long, you slowly started to get annoyed by your long and tangled hair. It was simply a mess, no matter how long you brushed your locks in hope to finally remove the knots and how hard you tired, you could never manage to untangle them. It was so infuriating that you started to get grumpier as the days passed. The company saw your struggle but no one dared to propose their help.

It was a serious matter for dwarves as no one other than the husband of a lass or the dwarf who’s courting them can touch their hair. Balin had told you about the courting customs among dwarves a while ago but it has weirdly vanished off of your mind as you slowly started to get angrier with each day passing. Even Bilbo couldn’t dare to touch your hair but only because he was afraid of Thorin’s wrath. You didn’t know it but the dwarf King had his eyes on you since the first time you met him at Bag End. You had intrigued him with your big (E/C) beautiful eyes and your charming smile. He remembered wondering how a daughter of men could be so small as you only reached Thorin’s height. You were indeed smaller than an average human but Thorin couldn’t care less, it even increased his interest in you. However, Thorin remembered looking with want and adoration at your hair. It seemed so soft and glorious. Slowly, the King started to fall in love with you and he hopelessly tried to keep you safe. Thorin tried to make you notice his care for you but weirdly, any attempt would go unnoticed. So much that the dwarf started to think that you would never return his feelings.

On the other hand, you were completely and utterly in love with Thorin Oakenshield. You loved everything about him, his kind heart, his courage, his strength, his love for his kin, his deep blue eyes, … You knew that your attraction toward the king was more than a simple crush. However, every time you caught yourself fantasying about what your life could be with Thorin by your side, you quickly remembered who he was and how unworthy a common folk like you was for the greatest king among dwarves. Your heart clenched every time you thought about your forbidden love for the soon to be King. It was simply impossible and you knew it.

Your hand clenched around your hairbrush as you closed your eyes, trying not to shout in desperation and anger as yet another knot got stuck in your brush. You sighed and let the brush fall on the ground as you finally gave up. From the other side of camp, Thorin was watching you struggle with your hair. The king sat next to Dwalin and Balin, wondering if he should make the final step and see if you would accept to be courted by him. The king was scared as he watched you, he had already accepted his fate. Dwarves could only love once and he had recognized you as his One. Thorin’s heart and soul were now linked to yours even if you might not feel the same.

“Go talk to her.” An annoyed gruff voice said from next to Thorin by the fire. The dwarf king wiped his head to look at his friend with wide eyes.

“Who are you talking about?” Thorin answered, trying to hide his shocked face.

“Who do you think I’m talking about! (Y/N)! She occurs to be the only one here I can refer as ‘she’.” Dwalin said sassily, making his brother smirk. Balin looked at you then at his king with a soft smile.

“My brother is right, lad. (Y/N) seems to have some issue with taming her hair lately. The lass would definitely need some help from your capable hands.” Balin said and Thorin groaned.

“She does not need my help, or at least she does not want it.”

“How can you know?” Dwalin scoffed, rolling his eyes at his stubborn friend.

“She did not blink when I gave her my share of food, she did not…” Thorin started to explain but Balin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“(Y/N) is not a dwarf, Thorin. She doesn’t know how to react properly to what you’re doing for her. She might just think that you are being nice to her.” The old adviser said wisely. Thorin stared at Balin for a while before finally looking down in defeat and sighed.

“Very well… I will try.” Thorin muttered grumpily as he looked back up at you then finally got up.

Dwalin and Balin smirked at each other as they observed their king and friend walk in your direction. Dwalin sent a stern look Fili and Kili’s way as he saw them make a move to follow their uncle. The two young princes quickly sat back down next to Bofur and Bifur, scared to challenge the ruthless warrior. Thorin approached your shaking form with slow paces, the king squeezed his palms into fists with nervousness. The possibility of yet another rejection was too much to handle for the poor awkward king. Thorin was usually quite proud and sure of himself but every time he was around you, he didn’t know how to act. You made him nervous without even knowing. Thorin stopped before you, his boots only visible for your leaning head. You slowly looked up, your (E/C) eyes meeting his deep blue ones and you blushed.

“T… Thorin.” You stuttered his name, making him smile. Maybe he wasn’t the only one to feel nervous after all.

“My lady.” Thorin answered with a small bow of his head. You chuckled softly at his choice of word and smiled up shyly at him. “I couldn’t help but see you struggle to tame your hair.” His deep baritone voice made butterflies fly in your stomach but you quickly made them all fly away, trying to keep your brain focused on the conversation.

“Y… Yes. Unfortunately, it seems that I can’t untangle the mess the wind and the wild transformed my hair into.” You answered with an embarrassed chuckle. Thorin looked at you with kindness and another feeling that you didn’t think possible.

“Well, my Lady. Would you like me to try for you?” Thorin asked with the smallest but also gentlest smile you had even seen.

“You mean… You would help me with my hair?” You asked, confused.

“Yes. If you want me to, I can take care of your hair for you. I had to do it quite a lot with my little sister.” Thorin admitted, the memory of Dis young and giggling as he tried to brush her hair warming his heart. You smiled at his words and took your hairbrush from the ground with a soft smile.

“It would be very nice of you, Thorin.” You said and extended your arm in front of you to hand him the brush. Thorin’s eyes widen and lit up as he bowed before you and gently took the hairbrush from your hand. His warm fingers brushed against the skin of your palm, making a shock of electricity ran up your arm and shivers down your back. Once again you tried to catch hold of your emotions but the strange pull you felt toward Thorin was even harder to control with his hands touching yours.

“Thank you, my Lady.” Thorin breathed out but you frowned and shook your head.

“It’s me who should thank you, Thorin. And… Hm… I’m not a Lady. I’m simply (Y/N).” You answered with flushed cheeks as you slid from the log to the ground so Thorin could take your place on the log. The King sat behind you, your back between his knees and for the first time, he ran his rough fingers through your hair.

“In my opinion, you are a Lady.” Thorin breathed next to your ear, his warm breath mixed with his fingers touching the base of your neck making your eyelids heavy as much that you closed your eyes and a soft sound of approval left your lips. Thorin smiled as he saw your reaction to his touch and started to work.

Slowly and gently, Thorin ran the brush through your hair, enjoying the feeling of your silky locks brushing on the skin of his palms and through his fingers. He hummed softly just for you both to hear, his voice sounded fantastic, like heaven to your ears. The deep vibration he was creating reverberated in your ears and in your chest, sending your body into some kind of trance, feeling too relaxed and at peace to even see the looks of shock and amusement the company was casting you.

Thorin was happy that you had finally agree to let him help and he tried to pour all his love and adoration for you in his movements. His hands finished brushing your hair, magically taming it with graceful skills and he started to slowly massage your scalp making you hum in appreciation. Thorin smiled, amused to see you in such a state. You couldn’t believe that such a ruthless and fierce warrior like Thorin could be so gentle and caring. Weirdly you had the impression that he saved this soft side for only the ones he loved. However, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly had the privilege to see his secretive soft side.

His hands were now playing with your locks, secretly enjoying their texture on his skin. He took a deep breath and started to braid your hair as your eyes opened slowly, a content smile on your lips. However, a frown appeared on your features as you saw the smirks on the company’s faces. Balin smiled at you and casted him a confused look, why were they all looking at you as if another head had popped out of your neck? You tried to understand, your brain fuming and trying to remember. Then, your eyes widen and you gasped, making Thorin stop braiding and look at you.

“Are you alright?” Thorin’s deep voice asked from behind you, one of his hands squeezing your right shoulder.

“Yes.” You squeaked out, your eyes still wide open. You cleaned your throat then started to talk. “You know… I had a long talk with Balin the other day…” Thorin kept braiding your hair and hummed to make you keep going.

“And we talked about courting customs.” At your words Thorin felt his cheeks slightly flush. “He told me that dwarves were really protective of their women and that dwarves could only love once. You call those ‘One’ if I remember well. He said it is like a soulmate.” You said, twiddling your thumbs nervously.

“Yes, this is true.” Thorin said, trying to understand where you were going.

“He also talked about the importance of hair in your courting customs.”

“Did he?” Thorin said but at the same time the King glanced up to glare at his old friend. Balin smiled then leaned in to say something to Dwalin.

“Yes, he did.” You said. “So, there is something that I must have misunderstood. Balin told me that touching the hair of someone was reserved to family or your lover.” Your cheeks were as red as a tomato as you felt Thorin clip something in your hair.

“You understood perfectly, Ghishavel.” Thorin whispered as he finally let go of your hair. You turned around slowly, your eyes landing on a smiling Thorin.

“Then… Why did you propose to help me with my hair?” Your voice was shaking, scared to hear the answer. Thorin staid silent for a while his eyes never leaving yours.

“Because I care for you. Deeply.” Thorin breathed and your mouth fell agape.

“This… This is impossible.” You breathed out and Thorin frowned.

“Why? Why is that so hard to consider?” Thorin asked as he got up in a start making you jump on your feet as well.

“Because you are a king and I… I am nothing.” You answered sadly. “I care for you too, Thorin but we could never…” Thorin shook his head and stepped forward then cupped your cheeks in his calloused hand.

“Stop. Don’t say that.” Your heart stopped as Thorin’s forehead touched yours. “Don’t say that we are not meant to be.”

“Thorin…” You breathed out.

“(Y/N), I don’t care about what other Lords could think. You are my One, my soulmate, my one and only love.” Thorin said, his nose touching yours and his breath ghosting over your lips. “I will always love you, even if you don’t feel the same I will forever care for you, I will forever try to keep you safe.” Thorin’s hand slowly shift from your cheek to your hair, his fingers softly brushing over the new braids in your hair including the one with Thorin’s bead clasped at the end. You closed your eyes, trying to process everything. It seemed too surreal, too perfect to be true but for once in your life you deserved to be happy.

“I love you, Thorin Oakenshield. More than anything on this earth, I’ll love you until my last breath and even after death.” You whispered, making Thorin’s eyes shine with happy tears.

“I love you too, Amrâlimê. With all my heart. My soul is yours.” You smiled and giggled happily at his word then Thorin asked something that made you blush.

“Amrâlimê, may I kiss you?” Thorin breathed. Your lips were brushing as you both breathed heavily and you nodded your head slowly, not trusting your voice.

Thorin smiled then slowly closed the distance between your lips, pulling you into a gentle but passionate kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft for someone who was spending so much time in the wild. His kiss was breathtaking, literally. Your lips moved in sync and you both tried to pour all your love for each other into this single moment, as well as all the longing and passion you had tried to hide for months. You smiled as you finally pulled away to breathe and Thorin pulled you in his arms then span you around in circles, laughing in joy as the entire company cheered for you and their king.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve his love but you were never going to complain.

Tell me what you think! I always love to have feedbacks!

XXX Lisy

#thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin imagine #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #lord of the rings #the hobbit imagine #richard armitage #dwalin x reader #JRR Tolkien #bilbo baggins #dwarves

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romioneflufffest · 7 years ago

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Technical Advice

Title: Technical Advice

Author: @aloemilk

Prompt: The night before their wedding

Description: I could have written a looooot more for this story but oops, time.

Rating: K+

The television set in his room was on, but Ron wasn’t paying any attention to it. He was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was half-thinking that he should really try to go to sleep, and half-marvelling at those little, big choices in his life that had brought him to this place, at this time.

He was getting married to Hermione in less than twelve hours. They were holding their wedding in a small hotel, one of those old family country houses converted into a lodge, owned by a witch and her Muggle husband; it was practically filled up with their guests. It had been the only way they’d found to invite Muggle guests from Hermione’s side, without having to blow the Statute of Secrecy out the window. In preparation, they had sent a very clear request as an addendum to the invitations, warning all magical guests that Muggles would be present and that magic should be kept to a minimum… and with diagrams showing proper Muggle wedding attire. So far, most people had been excited at how different their wedding would be.

Ron was the most excited of all.

He had been ready to continue down memory lane, when his room’s phone rang. A quick look on the telephone’s small screen showed Hermione’s room number; he replied before the third ring.

“Yeah?”

“Hi, Ron,” she said, her voice soft.

“Hey,” he replied, a smile she couldn’t see stretched on his face. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”

“It’s close to one in the morning so, technically, we’re getting married later today.”

His silence was accompanied by a shaking of his head, a rolling of his eyes, and a smirk, all of which were trying to hide how endearing he thought she was being. This was the Hermione he knew and loved. But she couldn’t see any of that, and she must have interpreted his muteness differently, for she whispered her next words.

“Do you still want to marry me, or did I just put you off?”

He chuckled. “You couldn’t stop me from marrying you with a body-bind curse.”

“I know,” she sighed, contentment clear in her voice. “You know I can’t help making those silly, small corrections so, if it was a deal breaker, you wouldn’t have proposed all that time ago.”

“Well, technically,” he imitated her, “you proposed.”

“You were the one to first talk about getting married, when we first got together, remember?”

“Yeah, but we both agreed back then that it wasn’t a real proposal. It was more like a proposal about having a proposal in the future… which you brought up about, err, a year and a few months ago.”

“If you think about it, mine wasn’t a proposal either. I said, I’m ready to marry you when you are. I didn’t ask if you wanted to marry me which, technically, is what proposals are supposed to be like. It was you who had the ring ready and said, right there and then, mind you, that you had been ready for a while and would I marry you…”

“All right, then, sure. I’m fine if that’s the official story,” he teased.

She sighed. “That’s one of the reasons why I want to marry you. You know when to let me win.”

“I have been told that that is one of the secrets of a happy marriage. Letting the wife win. I’ve been practising since I met you.”

This time it was her turn to laugh. It was one of the sweetest sounds in the world to him.

“You rarely let me win an argument; I don’t know when all this practise was supposed to be happening,” she complained.

“If I bicker with you, it’s only because you like it.”

“Bickering is in your nature; you couldn’t stop arguing with me if you tried.”

“You also love it. Stimulates your mind and all that.”

“Right.”

“It stimulates other things too, now that we’re talking about stimulation. There have been times when it just gets you going and–”

“Stop!” she laughed. “Save it for the wedding night, perhaps?”

He laughed alongside her, his chest expanding in the joy of it. Silence filled up the the space between them, but she broke it soon enough.

“I want to hug you. Cuddle with you in bed. Like every night,” she said.

“Hermione…” he began, all the reasons they had decided to spend the night apart flashing through his mind.

“Well, I just don’t believe in this whole bad luck thing! And tradition means nothing, we are a modern couple!” she argued. “I just want to spend the night with you!”

All counterarguments died on his tongue, his own longing and the pleasure of her need for him erasing any doubts.

“If we get caught, my mum and yours will never let us forget it–”

“They don’t have to know. I’ll be right there,” she announced, hanging up before he could say anything else.

He put the receiver down and got up from bed. He turned off the T.V. and looked around the room, checking for any particularly bad messes on the floor that might ruin the moment. He was running his fingers through his hair in an effort to look as decent as possible in his pants and an undershirt, when there was a knock at his door.

He opened the door in excitement, but the smile on his face froze into a rictus when he realized Harry, Bill, and George were on the other side, the latter holding a bottle of Firewhisky in his hand.

“No,” was all Ron said before the three forced their way into his room.

“Yes!” Bill exclaimed, closing the door behind all of them.

“Don’t worry, we’re not planning to get you drunk–or not too drunk, at least,” Harry tried to reassure him. It didn’t have the intended effect, though, as Ron was pretty sure they were all partly intoxicated already.

“But I… no!” Ron insisted. “I don’t want to marry Hermione with a hangover! Don’t wanna say my vows while feeling like an axe is lodged in my skull!”

Panicking, Ron looked among the three unwanted visitors, trying to figure out how to best get rid of them, as quickly as possible. Hermione would be there any minute and–

A knock at the door. Too late.

George stepped to open the door and, seeing Hermione on the other side, laughed loudly and incredulously. Ron had a brief glimpse of Hermione, their eyes locking with mirrored horror through the gap, before George half-closed the door and blocked the view. He turned to Ron.

“You cheeky bastard! Were you planning a midnight rendezvous with your bride?”

Without waiting for an answer, George stepped outside of the room, closing the door behind him. Ron made an attempt to get to him and Hermione, but both Bill and Harry got in the way.

“Oh, no, you won’t,” Harry said, holding Ron with a hand on his shoulder.

“As your older brother,” Bill added, “it’s my mission to make sure things are done right.”

“Wait a bloody minute…” Ron tried again, but got distracted as George returned into the room, alone. “What did you tell her?! If you were mean to her, George, I swear I–”

“Calm down, little brother. I was nice but firm. She is not to see you until tomorrow, when she walks down the aisle toward you.”

The visual of Hermione walking to him made his mind fill with wondrous expectation, distracting him enough to momentarily forget his anger at the intrusion.

“Where were we?” Bill asked, catching Ron’s moment of weakness. He casually stepped away from Ron’s path and sat on a chair.

“Oh, yes!” George said, imitating Bill and lifting the bottle to indicate there was a purpose to their unwelcome visit.

Harry took the third chair, duplicated it, and gave one to Ron. With a hand on his shoulder again, Harry pushed him down until Ron gave up and sat down.

Ron settled on his chair half-mutinously, but lifted his hands, palms out, in a sign of resignation.

“All right, all right. I won’t see Hermione. Are we good now? Will you go? Can I go to sleep?”

“No, no, no, Ronnie,” Bill said. There had to be something funny about the nickname, as both George and Harry laughed at it. “We are here on a mission.”

Ron stole a glance at the bottle, and calculated there was about two-thirds left. If they didn’t crack open the small ones in the mini-fridge, they should be done drinking the Firewhiskey rather quickly.

As if reading his mind, Harry summoned a glass from the mini-bar, multiplied it to four, and poured two fingers of the amber liquid in each.

“What kind of mission?” Ron asked, worried.

“We are here to make sure you do right by Hermione.”

“In… life?” he asked, confused.

“No,” Harry explained. “On the wedding night.”

Ron dropped his head, his chin touching his upper chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Uh-uh,” George said. “We want to make sure you uphold the good Weasley name.”

“We are famous for how… happy we make our wives on our wedding nights,” Bill added.

Ron lifted his head to give Bill an accusatory look, and he shot a hand forward, fingers splayed in disbelief and exasperation. “You are the only one of us who’s married!”

“So what does that tell you, huh? My fame has now created expectations for all of you,” Bill insinuated with a cheeky grin. George and Harry laughed once more. Ron growled; he reached for the drink and had a good sip. He had gotten to the point of needing its blissful relief.

“C'mon, this is bollocks,” he argued. “I’ve been living with Hermione for one and a half years.” When none of his torturers seemed to understand what he meant, he added, “you’ve all caught us shagging at one point or another!”

“I don’t need the reminder,” Harry complained.

Ron grabbed that offering and attacked. “Exactly! If you don’t want to hear about it, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you have stopped them? You’re my best man!”

He hoped the betrayal he conveyed in his voice made Harry reconsider this mission. As Harry gave him a sniggering, somewhat inebriated smile, Ron knew his best mate was not feeling bad at all.

“Wanker,” Ron complained through gritted teeth, but it seemed not to have an effect on anything or anybody.

“I tried to stop them,” Harry said. “But they gave me a bit to drink and a few good arguments and, suddenly, I saw the light. As Hermione’s only brother, I need to defend her interests. And as she’s not my sister by birth, I can put my disgust aside for a moment, all for her benefit.”

“Hermione doesn’t seem to have any complaints,” Ron tried once more. “We’re pretty happy with our sex life, if you must know.”

“We don’t have to know,” George said.

“This is not about what you already do for her… this is about learning new things that will make her remember tomorrow night forever,” Bill explained.

“So cheers,” George said, and lifted his glass for a toast.

“I bloody well don’t–”

“Do you want us to tell Mum we caught Hermione trying to sneak into your room?” George threatened.

Undoubtedly trying to add pressure, Bill and Harry lifted their glasses for a toast as well. Ron still refused to followthem but said nothing, considering his options; he did not want his mum to know and potentially nag them about it.

Bill reached with his free hand and offered the glass to Ron, until he took it begrudgingly.

“Let us begin,” Harry said, and they all drunk at once.

“Just one thing,” Ron implored, giving up. He pointed a finger to Harry. “I don’t want to hear any advice from you!”

***

The following evening…

“Oh… my… Roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!”

He would never admit it to anybody, but he did learn a trick or two.

#Romione #Ron and Hermione #Romione Fluff Fest #romioneflufffest #Fic #submission

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zetsubou--artsu · 7 years ago

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A Ray of Light

Okay so I think I’m at the point wherein I need to look at my messy folders and start uploading some of these fanfics I wrote as a self-indulgent thing ahahahah ;w; Just a heads up: Oriana is Ignis and Io’s daughter and this follows through the Extra Verse timeline from Episode Ignis. THAT MEANS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN/PLAYED EPISODE IGNIS YET AND ARE PLANNING TO PLAY/WATCH IT SPOILER-FREE, THEN YOU SHOULD BACK OUT NOW BECAUSE THIS HAS MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

Warnings: Spoilers for Episode Ignis, really tiny implied sexual thing at the end, lots and LOOOOOTS of family fluff ahahAH

"M-Mama!"

Sandy-blond hair neatly and loosely braided behind her crying face, Oriana wiped her tears with her chubby little fingers as she called out for her mother.

Still in her favorite blue Catoblepass-patterned dress, she walked around clumsily, sleep and tears still lingering on her mind. When she stumbled upon the kitchen, there stood her mother, long hair braided loosely and her long sweeping mint green dress visible. Oriana whimpered, a sound caught on by the young Scientia missus. She turned around gasping at the sight of her ever-lovely and adorable daughter, bawling her tired eyes once again. Io knelt down and hugged her, then lifted her up in a warm hug. The smallest Scientia sighed in content, tears still leaking out somewhat but now calmer than she had previously. Io hummed a song, as she rocked her daughter back and forth to pacify her more. Though it failed to get her to sleep, Oriana instead clutched tightly to her mother's torso, sea-foam eyes reflecting back to her mother's own pair. "Ori, what's the matter dear?" Io smiled, wiping the tears away as she kissed her forehead. Oriana snuggled into her mother's bossom as she mumbled a reply. "Papa was hurt. Mama was hurt. I miss papa... Papa makes mama and Ori happy." Io tensed a bit before smiling sadly, as she gently caresses her child's head. "Ori... papa is busy, you know that. He's fighting out there to keep everyone safe." "And when papa is home, you leave. Then sometimes, you and papa leave Ori alone..." 'Oh, Ori...' Io mentally chided herself, realizing that her daughter longed for the company of both parents. While Ori was safe within the walls of Lestallum, Io knows that the reality outside is not as complacent as it is within the last safe haven. It's only been seven years, yet time swept away any notion of what was once the city of joy and life. Outside was darkness, eternally engulfing the sky and the light, leaving a dreary and dead atmosphere. That's not even counting the daemons wandering about. Though her husband may have had a hand in preventing the worst, not all was spared. The preparations helped most people to seek immediate refuge within the safer walls of the reinforced Lestallum. Former-Glaives and Hunters alike also began performing patrols and rescue operations, some provided relief while others searched for supplies. Having handing over the intense parts of maintaining the city, the last of the 114th King's retinue began their sweep over Eos. For most part, none of them were successful but the thought of a happy future for everyone kept them going. As the pairs settled down with their own kids, the sacrifice of their own time for a bright future bore heavy weight on everyone. Io and Ignis had spent years looking for solutions to Noctis' problem, as what was shown to Ignis in his vision within the Keep. The years when there was still minimal light already kept them busy from family but now that darkness truly fell and daemons roam the land without an end, travelling has become twice as dangerous, especially when massive hordes form. Io had agreed with Ignis that someone should always be with Ori, as should one of them fall in battle... Io shook her head from the awful feeling, kissing her daughter's forehead instead. She needs to talk to Ignis, about how their daughter needs them, that time is running out both for when Noct once again emerges and for their daughter's childhood to end. The former Princess of Pacem didn't want her only daughter's childhood memories to be filled with dread and hopeful anxiety, waiting for both of their parents to arrive safely once more. She wants her precious girl to have stories to share to her future friend, her future husband, her future kids. She doesn't want her to tell them veteran stories of being stuck within the darkness as her parents fight to let her see the beautiful sun once more. Io nods to herself, resolute and determined to let her daughter have the best in life. Just as she had resolved to give their daughter a chance of peace, Io felt Ori's body tremble, as the girl began sniffling and holding back tears. The mother felt her heart ache for her daughter's anguished cries, once again rocking her gently and smothering her with kisses. Io walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, sitting on the couch to help her cradle Ori more. After what it felt like hours, Io's daughter dozed off, tired from all the silent crying. The mother sighed sadly, wanting to give her daughter everything she wanted but Io knows it's almost impossible to do so, not with so many things to do in so little time. Still, she would try, for her lovely Ori. As Io was about to bring Ori back to bed, she heard the door open and close with practiced grace and eloquence. Footsteps echo the floorboard as Io is stunned with momentary surprise. That shock slowly turned into joy as she felt her heart swell at the sight of her beloved husband, hair slicked back and still all in one piece. His gloved hand reached for his visor, taking it off as green eyes stared lovingly at the presence of his gorgeous wife. "Welcome home, Iggy." Io smiles breathtakingly, taking in the sight of her significant other. Ignis walks with a stride, and gently engulfs his two beautiful ladies in one warm embrace. "My love, it is truly wonderful to finally be home." Ignis kisses them both gently, love and affection filling his every fiber of being. The continuous search for an alternative solution drained him and his other three companions--Gladio, Prompto, and Loqi. Just as when all hope is lost, Ravus, of all people, contacted them and told them to meet with him in Tenebrae. The former Niff General-now-King, told them of a possible solution, one that is hidden deep within the recess of their former home. Upon clearing the way, deactivating some MT-jammers courtesy of the blond former brigadier, they found a hidden safe from Queen Sylva's room. Within the safe is a stack of books, hand-written by the late Queen herself. Ravus chokes up a bit, realizing these were hand-written styled diaries were the last pieces of memories his late mother took care of. In addition, an entire book is addressed to him. Quickly skimming the books, they had all found salvation. Queen Sylva was already given this vision of the future, one contrast to the bleak future her own daughter saw. A turning point, she calls it, would determine the fate of the King and his people. Conditions must be fulfilled to prevent the dark blight from ever winning. First, the king must head on willingly, seeking Providence within the crystal of his own choice. Second, the Usurper must be weakened to avoid bleak paths from forming under his free reign. Lastly, a bloodline of the Oracle must be present during the hour of the reckoning. Ignis clearly remembers the resolve and will Noctis wore as he stepped into the crystal, making the first condition valid. With the second one, he didn't know if it was enough, but Ignis tried his might to best the living starscourge as the royal adviser sacrificed all to the Ring to grant him unimaginable power. Lastly, all four looked at the silver-haired Tenebrean, hope forming and consolidating. Ravus stares back with fierceness and determination, finally realizing that his sister's work now falls onto him. Ravus promised them that he will do what it takes to bring back the light with them. They all returned home to their loved ones, heart full of hope and good news ready to be assimilated. Ignis removes his coat with swift ease and places it on the hanger. Suddenly, a muffled groan escaped from the young girl followed by a yawn and her head slowly rising from her mother's bossom. Her pudgy finger rubbed her crusty eyes from the tears earlier, earning a affectionate smile from the father of the family. Suddenly, Oriana's head snapped into rapt attention, realizing the newcomer from her sleepy daze. A joyous scream escaped from her lips as she quickly raises both her hands to reach out for the adviser. Ignis pampered his young princess as she squeals in delight within his hand. She clings to him with her entire body, refusing to let go despite the need for air. Ori calmed down after a while settling herself upon her papa's broad shoulders and nestling herself in his arms. Io looked at her family with a fond gaze, her heart settling from Ori's earlier mishap. Realizing that Ignis came home earlier than usual, Io couldn't help but ask her husband the status of the search. "More than great news, my dear. Queen Sylva had already detailed accounts of what must be done should the future she foresaw be the path chosen from our actions." "Then, that means..." "Darling, there is no longer any need for us to go forth and search for alternatives. The preparations are done, and we must simply wait for his Majesty's return." No more long nights of waiting due to the search around Eos. No more painful cries of Ori asking for both of them. Most importantly, their goal of averting Noctis' fate has been reached. Soon, Ori could grow up in peace and safety, without the curse of daemons plaguing her. Io covers half her face with her hands, tears leaking from the side of her eyes. She runs up to Ignis and hugs him along with Ori within his arms. Relief and delight oozed off of her as she laughs in bliss not found since their days spent before Eos turned to bare ruins. Ori worriedly looked at her mother's crying form and panicked, realizing that her papa might leave again or her mama might leave this time. She grips onto her papa's shirt, catching his attention. Near crying like her mother, Ori wrapped her arms around his neck as she begs him not to go again and to not let mama venture off. Their daughter's sudden change of emotions snapped the two rejoicing parents out of their reverie as they now try to comfort her. "Ori, my dear, your mother and I would no longer venture into long months without going home." "That's right. Your papa and mama's work are now done and complete." Io smiled lovingly, as she holds her daughter's small hands with her own. Ignis used his other free hand to wipe away the tears off of her daughter's charming face heart once again filling with warmth and tenderness as he observes their interaction. Ori sniffled, her face turning hopeful and eager, asking herself if she's dreaming. "Sweetie, you aren't dreaming. Your papa and I promise you would see us both more often now." "Listen to your mother, dear. Perhaps we could start planning for our adventures tomorrow, what do you say?" Ori bounced excitedly at the idea, babbling away and basking in the attention of both of her parents. The next day, she was not the least disappointed to find out that her parents were awake and not away just as they promised. As she led them to sit down with her on the floor to play 'Princess', Ori noticed her mother wincing a bit before waving her off, claiming she was just tired. The young Scientia felt shame creep up on her, thinking that it was her tantrums that made her mother tired. The sandy-haired child quickly hugged her mama, apologizing for making her feel tired. Ori glanced up and saw her mother's half-amused and half-blushing face as she reassures her that it wasn't her fault.

A quick cough from the man of the house distracted them all and immediately caught Ori's attention instead. She gave her mother one last worried glance before running towards her father's position asking to be held up. The tactician lifted her up and let his gaze stop at his wife's form. He smirked a bit, spotting one of the marks he left her from last night's joyous celebration. Io caught on to what her fellow tactician triumphantly smiled about, her lips forming into a pout. The intense gaze and amused light glinting on her eyes told otherwise, however. All this took place as Oriana hummed and bathed in the comfort and love of her now complete family.

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aleatoryalarmalligator · 7 years ago

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11, 14, 58, 68, and 73. your choice, or all if you feel inclined.

11. Do you ever want to get married?

I don't really want to getmarried now – I generally don't know if marriage is my kind ofdeal. I grew up seeing marriage as some kind of great romance killer– and that's probably wrong, but it's how I saw it. I saw it as away to turn a part of your brain off that thinks for itself (whichmight not even be remotely true). However, there are certain kinds ofpeople who really should get married, and I think it depended on whoI was with. There are some relationships where, when one of theparties is unwilling to marry the other, it actually means thatperson doesn't want to put anything of themselves at stake and issort of using the other person or isn't willing to sacrifice for thatperson – and if the two don't feel the same way, I think that'sreally unfair – so in that sense I see the value of marriage asbeing something of yourself that you were willing to make final. So Ifind that to be kind of telling of an unequal relationship that Iwould not want to be in, not that I want to get married per say, butI wouldn't want to be with anyone who didn't want to be married tome. Yes, I made that answer confusing.

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

No, not for a long time.Bad situations kind of caused me to kind of feel numb about people ingeneral about three or four years ago. My mother says I am verypicky. Perhaps she is correct. Which is a shame, because I reallylove that kind of insanity and would totally welcome that in my life.I guess I just don't meet the right people. When I lived in Idaho,there was really nobody I clicked with. I admit I stopped trying, butit made sense over at the time I did. There are things I probablyhave to work through in therapy eventually

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

Hmm, that is very difficult. I don't think of thingsalong these terms. I would like to add that winning someone's love isnot like winning a bingo game. Hearts are not prizes. If someone isattracted to you and likes you, then they like you. If they don'tthey don't. You should never feel like you have to be someone youaren't in order to win anyone. I will try though for fun.

1. Don't be a violent asshole. I can't stand peoplewho believe in yelling and using fear or who think that pushing theirweight around physically is a recipe to intimidate people get whatthey want. If you feel the need to react this way, you either are agarden variety fuckface or you have severe emotional problems that Iwould probably not be able to help you with. Furthermore, I have apanic disorder and absolutely nobody wants that.

2. I really like a sense of transparency in arelationship. This isn't to say that people can't have secrets orwhathaveyou, but there is this thing where people will write loveletters to one another that are cliché. Most of the time it seemsimpersonally, more like they are mirroring what they are supposed tofeel rather than exploring what they might actually feel or not feel.This varies from what you might read on a Hallmark Valentines Card,to cliché bedroom talk. If someone calls me the prettiest woman inthe world, I would just know they were lying – I will get mad, andthen that person will feel like I am being a bitch, when really, Ifeel like they cheapened the situation. It is not going to hurt me ormake me mad if we can all agree that there are millions of morebeautiful subjects (within our cultural beauty standard spectrum). Imean, I want to be considered beautiful, but don't get lazy about it.I will accept any and all compliments, but I will only take themseriously if they have merit and demonstrate that you actually care.Furthermore, if someone I was with told me that they thought acelebrity was beautiful, I would not get jealous. I see a looooot ofpeople do this in relationships – which I guess that means it doeswork for a great many people. I think it's far more vulnerable ifyou are the kind of person who is willing to grasp at new ideas,rather than cliché old ones.

3. Be witty, humorous, well-read, good with words andeasy to talk to about socially unconventional subject matter, is keenon nonverbal communication. I am far more likely to fall for someonewho is highly intelligence and very funny, and perhaps just a littlebit broken in a self aware kind of way. This isn't to say you can'tget nervous or shy when you first meet someone or have moments whereyou aren't funny. All of that is perfectly fine. It's not necessarythat a person be that way 24-7. But I do get bored of people veryeasily. It's one of my flaws I guess. I have to kind of be kept on mytoes just a little bit. Also, I think there are a lot of people whomI have tried to open up to that get weirded out, or when I saysomething really sarcastic, they have no idea that I was joking andthey get upset. I also get into conversations with a great many menin particular who will sort of get annoyed when I know more thanthem. I definitely don't want someone to agree with me all the timeeither – I love it when someone tells me I am wrong, and thenexplains why. I think for me to fall in love, it's 50% wittycomplicated dialogue that does it. I like clever ways of flirtingwith words and arguments. My friend told me once that I playedromance like chess. Which naturally, is something that you just haveto be. It's a tiresome to those it does not come naturally for.

4. I really would not want to be the one and onlything someone is passionate about. Some people want to be someoneelse's everything, and I am not one of those people. I am not dissingneedy people. A lot of people really do feel centered when they get agreat deal of attention – or they feel genuinely sad and neglected.I am actually weird in this regard, but it would make me immenselymore attracted to someone if they had something else in their lifethat took up some of their time that was a passion of theirs that hadnothing directly to do with me at all. I would be perfectly happywith dating a writer for instance who goes away to write. Noteverything is about me. I like the acknowledgment in another personthat we live in a big world and in order to make our personal mark orchange it for the better, we must sometimes go on our own. It wouldbe freeing to be able to be given that same respect and freedom. Ofcourse, there would definitely be boundaries, or a sense of trust.

5. Lastly I guess, I have to feel like I am loved andthat they like me in some ways more than anyone else. I don't reallywant to feel like I am filling some void in another person that I amnot meant to fill. Or like, they really had a crush on my best friendor sister and just settled for me because the others weren'tavailable. Nor do I want to feel like I am with some dude who talksbadly about me with all his friends but still relies on me for sex,stability and income in an empty content sort of way. Everything onthis list kind of requires that I feel wanted and that therelationship stays dionysian, that I am not some kind of person thatwas settled on. If it is not exciting, if that person is not asenthralled with me as I am them, then the relationship shouldprobably be terminated.

6. This is an extra that I thought worthy of puttingout there. I would really be disappointed if someone let me stagnateas a person and in my goals or didn't care if I stopped growing as aperson. I am attracted to people who actually care how I am feelingand where I am in terms of personal growth. I wouldn't want arelationship that was based on both of us being tired and wanting tosleep on all of our days off. I want to be out doing things. I don'twant to date a task master exactly, but if I am not holding up my endof a commitment I made openly, even with myself, I would want that tomatter to them at least to some extent to someone else. If I wasgetting distant or depressed, I would want to be with someone who inall earnest saw that and talked to me about it.

Obviously, I am not relationships expert. But that iswhat attracts me.

68. What is your sexual orientation?

I think I am straight – given the turn of events inmy life and who I have been interested in plus the dynamic I feelwith men vs, women. But heck, I have not met everyone in the world. Iso seldom fall for anyone that who knows? I do know there are somemen that are so disgusting to me that I would rather date a woman anyday given the theoretical option. But I still think I am probablystraight.

I kind of see myself as a graysexual. I have had alot of friends who are able to know if they want to sleep withsomeone based on immediate contact with other people, and it takes mea great long while to actually be attracted to anyone. It doesn'tmatter if I think they are lovely looking or acting. I just don'tfall that quickly – unless they are radically amazing all the timewhich most of us are not.

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone todo for you?

Take me bowling. Or backpacking, or anything really.I really want to be with someone who likes to do stuff.

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ironic-lion · 8 years ago

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soy luna youtube au

because let's face it this had to be done

so jazmín would still have fab & chic

delfi starts out always appearing on the channel as well but she kinda does her own thing later

pedro the smol cinnamon roll has a life advice channel and boi he's good at it

everyone just loves him

he's so nice and easy to watch

he never leaves you feeling discouraged

you just wanna get off your ass and change the world after you watch him

(at one point he tries a cooking channel but it takes exactly one video attempt and a burnt kitchen for him to give up)

nina has this book and study channel

and she absolutely loves it

it's more on the nerdy side

ámbar has a vlog channel where she just posts about her life

it's like watching a more glamorous version of yourself honestly

yam has a fashion channel and everyone just absolutely adores her

(and also jim and yam collab v often and the fandom goes crazy every time it happens)

jim has a mix of pretty much everything but mostly it's about dancing and singing

(and also domestic videos of her and yam but shhh)

gastón's channel would mainly be about dressing well and books

it's hard to believe but it's a combo that works

luna is just a smol bean trying to find her way through life (aka she's a mess)

honestly most of her videos don't even have a structure

she just babbles about everything that comes to her mind

it's so nice and relaxing tho

and you always feel like seeing and old friend again

because she's so open and nice

sometimes she uploads random vlogs

or skating videos when she's feeling like it

matteo would have a looooot of travel vlogs and skating videos and just generally have the cool boy vibe

you either love him or you hate him

there's no in between

it just doesn't exist

you either get his sense of humor and love him

or you don't and despise him

but still most people love him

because come on this is the internet

most of us are sarcastic little shits

simón uploads a lot of video of the rollerband practicing

he also uploads some funny challenges

he's basically the person you go to if you want a nice mix of everything

but somehow it's still organized

honestly how does this boy do that

no one knows

luna wants to know his secret

because sometimes she gets random bursts of motivation

all she gets is “ambition”

nico is the vlogger of the group

he vlogs everything

absolutely everything

at first especially the ones with Secret Relationships are wary

but then they start to relax

it's not like they don't want anyone to know

most of them just had no idea how to tell the internet

but anyway back to delfi for a moment

she would have a channel on how to achieve your dreams

and give advice and mainly tell people to dump their shitty friends

but also how she managed to become such a successful business woman

“i never stopped working for what i wanted and i had an amazing and supportive boyfriend”

pedro and her haven't openly talked about their relationship but...

the looks they give each other in vlogs says everything

the fandom basically takes this as confirmation

(they may or may not upload a super sappy video of them talking about their relationship and just generally being disgustingly cute)

ramiro has a channel where he uploads videos of himself singing and dancing

he and jim collab quite often and they're pretty much everyone's fave dynamic dancing duo

the fandom is divided into 3 parts

the 'jim and ramiro are obviously dating'

the 'yam and ramiro are soooo married'

the 'jim and yam are in love stop this crap'

little do they know they're all v in love with each other

ricardo is the only one of the adults who has a youtube channel and actually knows how to use it

he is a gamer obviously

and he has no idea what he's doing

also obvious

monica would like a cooking platform but she doesn't like this whole youtube thing

so she starts a blog

but let's get back to the actual point of this

nina and luna are friends

so are luna and matteo

(jk they're in the pining stage)

but anyway matteo and gastón are the brotp of youtube

they invented bro jokes

“bro you're the light of my life”

“bro”

(honestly they confess their love for each other every two seconds)

but anyway

luna convinces matteo to ask gastón to collab with nina

because it's painfully obvious that she has a crush on him

but she's also too shy to do it herself

gastón is on board immediately

(not because he absolutely adores her nooooo)

he just really likes her videos ok??

but then they sit down and boi sparks fly

the fandom loves it

honestly they're so cute together

nina just glances at gastón for expended periods of time and when he turns to look at her she turns away

coincidentally gastón does the exact same thing

the fandom wants death

(and so do i)

they're both 100% convinced the other doesn't have a crush on them and suffer in silence

(aka they pour their heart out to luna and matteo, respectively)

(those two are facepalming so hard)

(it takes a shitload of inspirational and encouraging speeches to convince those two idiots of the opposite)

so after this crap has been going on for a while gastón doesn't look away

and nina's heart speeds up because holy shit he's looking at her

(and even though they have filmed quite a few videos together by now she still totally has a crush and now it's even stronger than before)

but noooo of course they still don't kiss

time for more suffering

gastón is so sure that nina doesn't like him like that by now

matteo wants to scream

luna too really

they are this close to fucking collabing and just screaming for 3 hours and dedicating this to gastón and nina

but then they think of something better

because they know there are multiple bets going on about when those two will finally kiss

they betted too

and they aren't about to lose

but they also can't just straight-up tell them

because that would be cheating

so they make sure gastón and nina are in the same room and walk by talking about how in love with each other they obviously are

nina and gastón are both shook

because there's no way he said that

(nope kiddo he definitely compared your eyes to stars once)

(and your entire existence to the best thing to happen since sliced bread)

(matteo was jealous)

nina isn't sure whether that's a compliment or not

but also gastón

he's just starstruck

it takes him about 0.2 seconds to put everything together

and about five minutes to actually move

he turns to nina

and looks her in the eyes

and all that sappy “is it true” “mmhh” shit ensues and then they finally kiss

when they come out of the room luna and matteo are already cashing in their winnings

but what they did not expect was gastón and nina making it their personal mission to make their life a living hell

(and with that i mean trying to get them to kiss)

because if the gastón/nina relationship was slow burn

then what the fuck are luna and matteo

gastón and nina manage to convince them to film a video with them

two videos rather

“boyfriend vs. best friend”

“girlfriend vs. best friend”

everything is well

until they lock them in a room

(really they're stunned they managed to do it too)

they are hoping for them to finally kiss

(sweet hopeful children)

but no

those two oblivious idiots go the entire time without even touching that subject

gastón sits matteo down and asks him if he likes luna

“of course i do, we're friends”

he knows exactly what gastón meant but honestly he deserves it

he locked him in a room (not a closet at least) for several hours

a bit of playing oblivious is definitely well-deserved

luna actually is oblivious

“what do you mean? nina we've been friends for over a year now of course i like him”

now nina isn't on the overdramatic side of life but god

but because those two just have it one day

nina tells luna gastón told her matteo is moving again

she knows that will suffice in getting luna to admit her feelings

it may be a teeny tiny bit mean but jfc she can't anymore

and it works

much to their dismay nina and gastón aren't actually there when it happens

but luna and matteo come back smiling and holding hands

gastón sneakily films everything

(for future blackmail material obvs not because he finds them incredibly freaking cute and high key loves them both)

and while luna may have forgotten what it took to get to this point

matteo. has. not.

but like the true slytherin he is at heart

he thinks

and then realizes he's actually kinda grateful

so when gastón gets a gift basket he's skeptical

until he reads the card

cue the bro jokes

meanwhile

ámbar and simón have a love/hate relationship with way too much sexual tension

honestly no one can tell when they're flirting at first because ????? what is happening???

they're just kind of ????

i can't even describe it honestly

but basically they're both sarcastic little shits

this can go for hours

and no one is sure whether they don't actually hate each other

because boi does it seem like that at some times

but they're actually quite close

and with that i mean really fucking close and simón is one of the 3 people that have ever seen her crying

but they don't really show that side of their relationship/friendship/whatever this is on camera

so mostly the fandom thinks they should steer clear of each other

and they mostly do for videos

because boi do they not wanna deal with idiotic shitheads

so they just hang out off camera

and on camera they spew sarcastic insults at each other

so naturally the fandom thinks they're definitely dating

(or at least a good part of it)

(fandoms are weird don't ask me)

and then one day you can see ámbar just chilling in the corner while the rollerband is practicing in one of nico's vlogs

the fandom completely loses it

but they ignore it

because honestly its no one's business but theirs

and they aren't about to change that

and they're both creatures of habit

so not much really changes

until

simón is doing a livestream one day

and ámbar is at his flat

she is rummaging through the kitchen and cannot find the nutella jar

and she really really really wants to eat nutella right now

“where the fuck is your nutella?”

“babe it's in the right cupboard you know that”

she does

she just forgot

she's had a really hard day, ok?

but the chat is losing it

he just called her babe and she's at his flat in the first place

HOLY SHIT

they still don't make a proper video

they just couldn't care less

she just appears in more livestreams

u can see her in the background scrambling to the couch and falling down face-first on it

and maybe they might even be seen holding hands in another one of nico's vlogs

honestly their 'official announcement' is a lot less official and big than most people expected

they just allow nico to not cut out a snippet of them kissing

that's when the fandom really loses it

their otp is beautiful and it's real

delfi and pedro are just The Parents of the group

always there to give good advice and disgustingly sweet

no one even knows how they met

they have just been dating for sooo long no one bothered to remember

(except for delfi and pedro and that's their lil secret)

but anyway they're so good holy shit

they're so supportive of each other and god i could keep going for hours

honestly there's not much drama with them at all

not with ramiro and jim and yam

surprisingly enough their lives are actually pretty drama-free

not their fandom tho

they invented ship wars

honestly their fans keep attacking each other

and making a lot of 'proof' videos

(jim totally watches those when she's sad and needs a reminder people love her)

but our three heroes are just so fucking done

it's not like they don't leave hints

and obvious ones at that

but nooooo

the fandom consists of dipshits

so they're like “ok fuck this”

(btw people only know jim and yam live together)

ramiro uploads a video one day and keeps in a little clip where he just woke up

only he's lying in yam's bed

but still

people are saying things like “HE STAYED OVER AND IN YAM'S BED BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT US TO KNOW HE'S DATING JIM”

jesus honestly

(joke's on them, he fucking lives there as well but this was the only thing they could think of)

then yam uploads a pic on instagram

it's a giiiiaaant bouquet of flowers

coincidentally it's also jim's birthday

she captions it 'for my girl'

ok that worked to freak out the jim/yam fans

not so much everyone else

“MY GIRL AS IN MY BEST FRIEND U IDIOTS”

honestly they want death at this point

nico is commissioned to put up a vlog where ramiro and yam hold hands

“THEY'RE JUST HOLDING HANDS PLATONICALLY”

THEY. ARE. DONE.

on this faithful sunday a video called “yes we are dating” is updated to each of their channels

it's just clips and pics of them kissing and holding hands and being domestic

this is also the day people realize ramiro lived with them all along

(and that they were wrong as hell. all of them.)

it fills ramiro jim and yam with intense satisfaction to see everyone freaking out

cue ámbar's horrified screams when people start shipping simón and her with nico

#soy luna #lutteo #gastina #simbar #pedrelfi #sl #so here it is #my 2.6k monster #it took me like 3 weeks to finish but shhhhh #pauli's pointless posts #pauli's writing #jim x yam #jim x yam x ramiro

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saecookie · 8 years ago

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Here’s a special treat for my long-waiting Kaemy & Nozomie

This is basically gonna be a summary of the YOI fanfics i've read so far so don't bother to read much of it if you don't want to have my library.

(Also for all writers sourced here, i really mean no offense by my sorting method : it was made in reguards to what my friends may or may not like, to not bother the ones who don’t want smut at all, or just no PWP and so on. I’ve tried to sort it as i thought it would suit them the most, and i’m really sorry if i may have be disrespectfull by any mean.)

Ok so I KNOW GIRLS i’ve been making you wait QUITE A LITTLE BIT. (hey see how i’m making you two work your english ? I know, i love you too.)

I don’t really know how much of a fanfic you’ve read so far, or ever for the matter, so i’m going to try a classification that will be obvious for you, and well, for others... I don’t know if it will get anybody else’s interest, but hey.

For a friendly reminder, i tend to read exclusively works revolving around romance, preferably viktuuri.

NO SMUT/SEX SCENE.

A Lesson In Wanting by @awesometinyhumanbeing (I hope your tumblr name being the same to the author of this fic is no coincidence, if else, sorry !) I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS FIC. It made me extend a 30 minutes sport session to a full 1h30 just to read the full story. It’s a Royalty/Historical(ish)/Forced Wedding AU which turns out to be the cutest thing ever oh my god i can’t even believe this fanfic.

Retirement!AU by @skygemspeaks a short YOI prompt that went all around tumblr. It’s about the possibility of Viktuuri retiring, going to get a degree, and their classmate discovering that they’re famous. It’s reaaaaally sweet.

When Googling Your Friend Gets Weird by @adrianners A lot of fic has resulted of the prompt above by SkyGem, but this one is my favorite i thing, it develops it very well !

On Our Love by @LiaoftheDawn Ok so this one is tagged as Mature cause there is sex implied, but there is no hard depiction, so i chosed to put it here, so, it’s up to you. It’s angst with happy ending (best tag ever) and it crushed me well.

Like a Fairytale by @lucycamui wich is a Cinderella!AU (i’m so weak to Cinderella’s story it’s a shame) very fluffy and lovely and well writen. Special thanks for Godperson!Phichit, that made my night.

New Beginnings and In Regards to Trust : Valediction by @phisen wich are following one another. These one also are rated M but i don’t remember sex : there may be, but that’s not what makes them memorable for me. It’s about Yuuri moving to Russia and how the settling, the insecurities (wink wink) of the couple are worked out. Two of the first fanfics i’ve read in the fandom, i love this author, it’s really (a little bit) angsty with fluff.

ROMANCE WITH SMUT.

Until My Feet Bleed & My Heart Aches (also known as umfb&mha) by the wonderful and queen of us all @kazliin I’M SO EAGER FOR YOU TWO TO READ THIS ONE OMG. This fanfic sets place in a Rival!AU which means that, well, there rivals (Yuuri hating Viktor to sum it up) and it’s really a really really famous fanfic in the fandom and it has driven me mad at least as much as YOI itself. The smut is character driven and is entirely part of the story and the character developpement, it’s crazy, i just can’t stop reading this fic or everything that revolves around, i’m obsessed, god help me (i may want somedy to talk about this with ?) (i read it in like 48h ?) (this is really an obsession) (there is a fanbase just for this fic) (god help me)

You Can’t Plan for Everything by @contentwhatcontent Ok so this one is really implying a lot of sex, starting really around chapter 20. It’s set in the OmegaVerse (i’ll explain to you girls if you don’t know what it is, i don’t really know how far you are in the fanfic thing), it’s reaaaaaaal slowburn with looooots of feels and i kind of really loves it ?

When you were young by again the great @phisen and OMG THIS FIC MADE ME CRY THE FUCK OUT OF MYSELF O.M.G. This is really angsty. There is one sex scene which is not really what the fic is about. It’s about 40yo-Separeted!Viktuuri, and they meet again by accident and how this goes through. I really cried the fuck but O.M.G. this is sooooooo good, such a good story, so well writen. Must read, unless you don’t want to be feeling like shit because of a story. (i personnally love it, don’t judge me.)

After Everyone Else by @dance_across THE BEST THREESOME I’VE READ SO FAR OMG i didn’t know i needed this until i read it and now my head is full of headcanons over it. It’s really fluffy/sexy/with feels and i just love it. Threesome Viktuuri + Chris.

Call Everything on the Ice by @shysweetthing this one is reaaaaally fluffy. It’s a bit of angst with a happy ending (still the best tag), it’s canon-divergent with Viktor learning Japanese and not knowing how to tell Yuuri. I love it ! The epilogue is the sweetest of things.

Unexpected by @alexwspark I reaaaally love this one, i started reading before the last chapters were released. I usually sum it up as “everything is the same but slightly different”. There’s also angst with it, cause you know, i can’t leave without a good amount of angst.

Growing up, growing in, by @Muspell this one is OtaYuri. It’s about Yurio kind of acknowledging a beginning of feelings for Otabek, not knowing how to deal with it. It’s very young-respectful, there is a bit of a sex-situation to some point, but treats about the age-gap relationships. I really found it good, i followed the update when the story wasn’t completed yet. There’s Mila and Viktuuri being sweethearts also.

The Fundamentals of Caring by @actualyuuri omg i liked this one so much ! It’s domestic pre-relationship sick!Yuuri with Viktor caring (ok it’s toothrooting fluff), and then the second chapter is more or less the smut part. It’s veeeery fluffy.

Next Level : Nights After Dreams by @RipVanGabriel so this one is the only one so far on FF.net and not Ao3. And, well. I’ve started reading this fanfic at it’s very beginning. It’s regularly updated. It’s actually around 300k word and always growing. It’s Viktuuri life after the serie, and it goes far ! There are several arcs, especially with Viktor’s family. There’s an arc with the wedding. An arc entirely dedicated to Yurio. It’s quite complete actually, and even if i’m always a bit “mhm, where were we” at each new update, there is always something new to read. It’s actually very... going with the post-canon, but it’s a way to continue the story, if you like to feed on some kind of story. I quite like this one, and keeping track of it !

MOSTLY SMUT.

Basically, the porn that worked on me ; may not work on you.

Fracture a glass heart by @mimichiix Basically heated, post-ep7, good PWP.

Flesh by @thepossessedfangirl easy, musical, well-written rough sex.

Love Hotels & Instagram by @lucycamui Well the title of this serie speaks for itself i think ! It’s established-relationship, funny, with sex, and the last part is with roleplay.

Fury On Ice by @AL_KILLER It’s an anxiety and angst driven situation which leads to a nice make out ! It’s post first kiss, but pre-relationship.

Please, Yuuri by @devotionkink It’s fluff, then smut, with dom!Yuuri.

Good For Me by @neonsauce very nice bondage PWP !

I’d still dance with you by @shapphicdalliances. This one is a OtaYuri ! It’s AgedUp!OtaYuri, and this one basically got me with the very last line, which makes the fic memorable in my mind. Else, it’s mostly fluffy sex.

RAPE/NON-CON.

I put this one under trigger warning cause hey, you know how this is.

Can’t Cover it Up by @kanekkis This one is all about being drugged, abused, and what ensues. It’s very angsty and heart wrecking. All here is mostly about the developpement of depression afterwards and how to maybe cope. The depiction is really, really great. The last one i read to date !

(So girls, I have more in my waiting line, but now they are mostly or smut, or very long fanfics, or not finished yet so not my priority. I will continue to read and keep you update if you want haha. I hope this made up for the time waiting.)

And thanks again so much for all these dedicated author who write such stories ! I hope i haven’t made any non-sense in talking about your work since i’m french and this post took me quite a time to write. If there is something to be done about this post, don’t hesitate to tell me !

#yoi #yuri on ice #viktuuri #yoi fanfic #yoi fanfiction #yoi fanfics #yoi fanfictions #yuri on ice fanfic #hope there is nothing wrong with me posting such a post !

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