#but!! i did 2 tables by myself for the most part!! AND did a card without help!!!!!!!!

[yourdandelionofthedeathknell]

The Theraprism: Good or bad?

Ya know, i've never been sure how to feel on the Theraprism, as shown in the Book of Bill. This is in large part because we get very little info on it, from any perspective other then BIll's own at least (and he is...Not a reliable narrator). Personally, I see three possible interpretations and I don't know which one is correct. To be clear, I think all of these are fairly valid: 1. Their methods seem insipid, but are actually quite effective. They seem to have been effective in the past (one of Bill's fellow patients is slated for release in the near-future apparently), and the Axolotl (who, while not exactly rich characterization himself, has, generally, been portrayed as wise and benevolent) referred to it as "what [Bill] needs the most", which would be weird if it doesn't have SOME merit. I, myself, honestly prefer this one, because I think it works better with the narrative of the Book of Bill (a book which, generally, does not encourage the reader to sympathize with Bill's plight. Pity, maybe, but the framing is very clearly that he kinda deserves this) and the schadenfreude the reader is encouraged to feel if Bill's hellish afterlife is, largely if not entirely, a self-inflicted one: That it wouldn't be particularly bad if not for his own combo of being unable to accept that he lost, that he shouldn't be allowed to do whatever he wants whenever he wants to anyone he wants, inability to form meaningful bonds with others, and, most of all, his total inability to admit to being wrong. He COULD leave at any time, if he would just actually repent, but...He's Bill, so...He won't. It just works best for me if his hell is largely self-inflicted. 2. They are harmful, possibly deliberately. This does have a fair bit of support textually. Mandatory therapy is already a pretty major ethical grey area at best (a major tenant of modern psychotherapy is that you can't make someone change unless they take the first step), they definitely engage in toxic positivity, and, of course, the "Solitary Wellness Void" is...Solitary confinement, which is a practice most modern medical institutions oppose and consider to be psychological torture. So, fair bit of support for this. 3. This is what I think was probably Alex's intent: They're a bunch of oblivious obnoxiously happy morons (as Bill himself would probably describe them) whose attempts to treat eons-old eldritch horror bad guys with puppet shows and arts and crafts is meant to be amusingly-inept rather then actively malicious, and whose effectiveness (such as it is) is down to having literally eternity to try. Kinda like what Mabel might do to rehabilitate someone. To use an analogy, think Charlie Morningstar from Hazbin, at least in the first couple episodes, where the fact that she's treating adult criminals like misbehaving children is the joke and is meant to indicate incompetence rather than malice. I get that isn't that much different from the proceeding (except in terms of "how seriously are we supposed to take this"), but still. I think all three of these have support, and, to be clear, I go with the first one not because I think it's the most supported (might be the least), but because it jives most with how I think about BIll's narrative IE as a character we're meant to, at best, pity, but not really sympathize with. I think the intent is "Bill is suffering a karmic self-inflicted punishment after all the pain and suffering he's caused", not "Bill is being medically abused and we should feel bad for him". The Book of Bill does invite readers to sympathize with Bill occasionally, but mostly past Bill, not current Bill. All viewpoints are valid, this is just trying to organized some thoughts on the subject. I sincerely hope I haven't said anything harmful here. Uh, cards on the table, I am neurodivergent, but i've never had therapy, forcefully or otherwise (although I did have an irrational fear of the possibility of institutionalization for a bit), so i'm sorta going off vibes here, sorry to say. If I said anything insensitive here, I apologize.

[possum-tooth]

it was fine and theyre putting me on the schedule for next week :)

scared to go to training again today

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐞🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

previously titled Talk Dirty

word count: 1.7k

genres/tropes: romance, dealer!chris, sturniolo au, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers

teaser: here

summary: Christopher Sturniolo has built an unshakeable empire in Los Angeles, California. He manages "business transactions" and "cargo export and intake" along with his two brothers, Matthew and Nicolas. One night the three gentlemen attend a high-end nightclub in the more affluent district and are met with a nervous bottle-girl working her first shift. Christopher strikes up conversation in the way only confident men can until an accident causes her to spill a drink on him. In a panic, she drags him to the bathroom to clean him up, and, quite amused, he lets her. Thus, their strange friendship begins.

warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, guns mentioned and used (non-sexual context), smut, mature themes and topics

notes from bambi: this is a multi-part series, and updates will be sporadic. lmk if you're interested in this one <3

Cassandra's POV:

The year I almost died held more excitement, danger, and tenacity than any one person deserves to encounter. Definitely more than I knew to prepare myself for…I wonder sometimes, as I look back on the events of these last few months, if the choice to go back and change anything is one I would make. 

But then, if I did, I would never have met Christopher Sturniolo, and I can confidently say he is worth every moment I spent at gunpoint.

My life as a bottle girl seems so far away now, though at the time, I couldn’t imagine anything more glamorous. Every darkened hour of my shift filled with music and soft neon, running trays of drinks beneath beautiful people on shining poles, weaving past tables covered with swaths of chips and cards and surrounded by only the most elite clientele Orange County, California so graciously offered.

It stands to mention that at the time I felt I had no talent, no prospects, and no education, and therefore would only get so far in life. Until Christopher, I sold myself short in every aspect of my life.

The hour of 2 a.m. always buzzed–the air itself breathed to the rhythm of some unknown heartbeat, all exemplified by the lively hum of the building of vices I called “work”. At 2:07 a.m. three gentlemen in dark suits accompanied by a small entourage were ushered into Private Room 9 and as I only just clocked in, I took them onto my books for the evening.

Pressing my hand on the opaque glass, I pushed the thin, floor-to-ceiling door inward and braced myself for whatever I might encounter. Working in the pleasure business left no room for shock or awe, and though I knew better than to comment on anything I may see, my face hadn’t quite picked up that particular skill.

The entourage caught my attention first. A dark-haired and strikingly beautiful young woman sat primly on a cushion near the darkest corner of the room, running her elegant fingernail along the edge of her empty glass. To one side of her sat a scantily-clad, gorgeously built man with a side shave, his curls tamed into a neat row down the back of his neck, and to the other side, one of the men in suits. I realized then that every man in a three-piece that sat before me also wore the same facial structure–I was looking at identical triplets. 

“You look so pretty!” the man with the side shave said to me, reaching over to lay an arm behind the girl.

“Thank you, sir, I try,” I responded, hoping to keep the conversation light and fast to disguise my glaring inexperience. I was rewarded with a simple chuckle–nice job. “How can I serve you tonight?”

One of the triplets spoke up. His voice had a gravelly quality that I made sure to note internally. “Pinot noir for the room, please.” He carried on with his individual order as I kept meticulous, if not shaky, written record in my notepad. 

“For you sir?” I directed this to another suited man, this one sporting a deep red tone to his hair. 

“Champagne, thank you.”

“Are we celebrating?”

The last triplet, who had up to this point remained silent, cracked a smile in the soft lighting. “You could say that.”

“And you, sir?”

He lounged in the plush couch beneath him as if completely at ease, which rendered me baffled–though perhaps this scene didn’t phase him as it did me. The first shift at a new job has a funny way of making you forget everything you’ve ever known.

“What do you recommend?” This one’s voice flowed like honey, smooth, slow, warm. 

I paused, thoughts trampling over themselves in an effort to tumble most ungraciously from my tongue. “...That depends, sir. What taste are you looking for?”

He waved his hand. “Christopher. Call me Christopher. You’re an employee, not a servant.”

The room chuckled along with him and returned to their own conversations. 

“Alright…Christopher,” I said, tasting the name for a moment before releasing it. “We have an excellent collection of reds, if you’d like a variety…Though I have to suggest the Oak Knoll Merlot, she has a bit of a plum taste without being too sweet,” I suggested. I clenched my fists slowly in the hope none of them would notice they’d previously been shaking–I really hoped I’d just told him the right shit, because if not, this night was about to go downhill very quickly.

Christopher nodded. “That one, then. Thank you.”

I dipped my head and turned to leave. 

“Miss,” his voice hummed, “What was your name?”

I looked back at Christopher and his loosened black tie, laid in such sharp contrast to his white button-down. “Cassandra.”

He smiled again. “Pleasure, Miss Cassie.”

I ducked out of the room as blush bloomed across my cheeks.

My heart thundered down to the main floor and all the way to the bar. With trembling hands I poured the wine, and unsure wrists did their best to support the tray of drinks. Weaving back through the crowd, I managed to keep from any mishaps, but only barely. One misstep and hundreds of dollars would splash all over patrons, staff, and the freshly cleaned floor–and off of my already-measly check. Finally off the social level, I ascended the underlit staircase and made my way toward the private rooms. The music pounded through the walls, our DJ losing himself in the height of his set, and the floor seemed to breathe in time with the sultry bass. Room 1, 3…5, there’s 7, 9, here we go…

I leaned against the door with my hip and entered the room once more. A faint, sweet smell touched my nose, and it twitched of its own accord.

“She’s back,” said Side Shave. “Hey, girl.”

“Hi,” I offered weakly, trying my hardest to focus on the drinks in hand. “Champagne…for you,” I said as I placed the tall flute in front of what I hoped was the right triplet. He smiled, revealing a small gap in his teeth. Dark red hair, gapped teeth…that’s one of them. Now how to tell the other two apart? 

“For you…” I murmured to the one with the gravelly voice, and he nodded his thanks. “The Pinoit for the room,” as I placed it on the low center table, “And the merlot for you, Mr. Christopher.”

At that moment, the glass door shattered into a thousand pieces, and I yelped, jumping in shock as the wine went flying all over Christopher.

Christopher's POV:

A man fell unconscious on the floor as bits of glass tinkled down around him. The culprit responsible for the door, I assumed. Looking around, I took note of the lack of injury, at least injury of the physical. Poor Cassandra stood frozen in shock, hands trembling, face drawn, taught with fear. “Matthew. Nicolas,” I said, “Please call security and have this man removed.” My brothers nodded and, after carefully stepping over the slovenly, drunken man on the floor, disappeared down the hall. “Ms. Thompson, take our lovely server to the bathroom please-” Tara stood to lead her out, but Cassandra suddenly leapt into action. 

“Your shirt, I am so sorry sir, let’s get you cleaned up, I–oh god, I’m so sorry, so sorry, I–” As she rambled, Cassandra took a firm and unyielding hold on my wrist, dragged me up from the couch, and before I could say a word, she tugged me around Tara and Larray, out through the door frame, past the arriving security guards, and down the darkened hallway. I blinked rapidly for a moment as my body ceased to become my own, held captive by the strange woman who led me toward…the bathroom? 

Sure enough, she ducked into the Women’s room, and I couldn’t help but smile a bit in apprehension. “What exactly are we doing in the restroom?”

Her breathing had become labored as she gulped oxygen around her stuttered apologies. “Your shirt, sir, it’s going to stain, we’ve got to–here I’ll just…”

My jaw went ever so slightly slack at the sight before me. Cassandra, who only moments before had been a simple picture of nightclub elegance, now furiously loosened my soaking tie, unbuttoned my dripping shirt, slipped them off my body, and threw them into the sink, running the water as cold as she could manage, scrubbing away at the red-stained fabric. “I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to–You have to know that was an accident, oh god, I’m so sorry, so sorry–”

In her manic cleansing, she failed to notice my hand until it rested on her shoulder, at which point she jumped, and my lip twitched. “My apologies. I don’t think you’re of any use to anyone if you deprive your body of air and keel over dead on the tile.”

She stood stock still, panting from the exertion of the past few minutes, her eyes locked onto mine.

“I know this wasn’t your fault. It wounds me that you think I’d be so unfair,” I said with what I hoped was a comforting smile. “After all we’ve been through together, you really think I’d take something so accidental and make it so personal?” I prayed she understood the sarcasm.

Cassandra cracked a smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared, though I would have none of it. “I saw that smile. There’s no going back now, I’m afraid.”

She looked to the floor and took a moment to breathe, or so I assumed. When she turned her gaze to me again, I saw a pooling of tears at the base of her eyes. 

Change the subject, you idiot. “Where did you learn the cold water trick for wine stains?” I asked, hoping to give her time to recover.

Cassandra went back to scrubbing relentlessly at my now-sopping wet shirt. “I know that cold water is best for blood stains, so I assumed it would work for wine as well,” she said quietly, the soft hiss of the water almost beating her out for volume. I snorted. “Do you deal often with blood-stained clothing?” Her gaze snapped to mine, and, realizing my mistake, Of course she does, you dolt, she’s a woman, I tried to recover myself. “Or do you take every man to the bathroom and strip him naked?” And now you’ve accused her of prostitution. Zero for three, Christopher.

pt two: here

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- bambi <3

[shveris]

incorrect quotes collection, part 2

sashisu + first years (nanami, haibara, ijichi)

part 1 part 3

shoko: suguru, would you please not satoru this into a situation worse than it already-

satoru: the fuck, did you just use my name as a verb

satoru: at least whatever the fuck is wrong with me is really really funny

shoko: satoru won’t come out of his room

suguru: just tell him i said something

shoko: like what?

suguru: anything factually incorrect

shoko, shrugging: if you say so

satoru, arriving moments later: did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

shoko: schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day

nanami: we call that “traumatic event”

nanami, turning to suguru: not a “major L”

nanami, turning to shoko: not a “bruh moment”

nanami, turning to haibara: not “unpog”

nanami, turning to satoru: and definitely not “OOF LMAO”

suguru, entering the kitchen: is something burning???

satoru: *leaning seductively over the kitchen counter* just my love and desire for you

suguru: satoru the fucking toaster is on fire

satoru: i think we should kiss

suguru: and i think we should commit genocide on all non-shamans but we don’t always get what we want

suguru: name a more iconic duo than my incapability of taking care of myself and my insomnia. i’ll wait.

satoru: you and me!!!

suguru, tearing up: okay

satoru: remember when you didn’t try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

suguru: stop romanticizing the past

shoko: i don’t think yaga-sensei is very happy with you

satoru: what?

suguru: what do you mean?

shoko, stepping closer to the fridge: “dear suguru, dear satoru, i hope this message finds you before i do” wow that’s a threatening piece of paper for sure

satoru: you’re the love of my life and my best friend, i would do anything for you

suguru: i want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule

satoru: absolutely not

suguru: okay, truth or dare?

satoru: truth

suguru: how many hours have you slept this week?

satoru:

satoru: ... dare

suguru: go to bed

satoru: i don’t like this game

suguru: i want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

satoru: i go to bed at 4am, wake up at 7am and work until 4am

suguru:

suguru: i want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

(the last 3 are based on gojo satoru's official time table)

yaga: how many kids do you have?

satoru: biologically, emotionally, or legally?

yaga: why do i feel like you forgot the “illegally”…

suguru: if you can’t beat them, dress better than them

shoko: and look where that got you…

satoru: 112 dead people

satoru:

satoru: I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK DON'T THROW THE RING THAT WAS EXPENSIVE-

shoko: we need to open this locked door. satoru, give me your credit card

satoru: here

shoko, pocketing it: thanks. suguru, break down the door

satoru: i need your help

shoko: the last time you needed my help we were stuck in the limbo for three days

yaga: there are seven chairs and ten kids. what do you do?

suguru: have everyone stand

nanami: bring three more chairs

haibara: go to another room with more chairs

shoko: the most important ones can sit down

satoru: kill three

ijichi: do you have any skeletons in your closet?

shoko: you mean literally or figuratively?

ijichi: honestly, the fact that i have to specify...

satoru: why are you on the floor?

suguru: i’m depressed

suguru: also, i was stabbed. can you get shoko please?

*playing chess*

satoru: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*

nanami: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

ijichi: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

suguru: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

shoko: actually, you can’t do that, because i said so

haibara: they named a board game after cheese?

satoru: suguru, what are you doing tomorrow?

suguru: having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do

satoru: my life is a mess

shoko: toru relax, go get a beer

satoru: i don’t even like beer

shoko: who said it was for you?

*ijichi and suguru are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*

ijichi: oh my god! geto-san, backwards!

suguru, on the verge of losing his shit: really, ijichi? i thought i might go forwards into the river, i thought that would be a fun thing to do

satoru: am i right, sho?

shoko: i’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, i wasn’t listening

satoru: *trying to buy a father's day card*

satoru: excuse me, do you have any that just say "you are my dad"?

associate: well, i-

satoru: how about "you banged my mom"?

associate: no…

satoru: you know what, i'll just get a blank one

satoru: *writes* you are a father. this is a day. here is a card.

(bonus because i recently rewatched snapcube's shadow fandub and this is my fav line)

toji: let's see, the best way to make money is killing that star plasma vessel girl...

toji: *sees satoru and suguru together*

toji: new idea. adultery.

part 3 is already in the works lmao

[casparscunttt16]

"You're jealous" |Stiles Stilinski|Oneshot

Jealous!Stiles x Reader.

Summary: In which your friend Javier is tutoring you for an upcoming quiz in your Spanish class leading you to be spending more time with him rather than your boyfriend Stiles.

Warnings: Jealous Stiles, slight arguing.

(Gif not mine)

I walk through the busy hallways of Beacon Hills High, rushing to my locker hoping I can be quick enough to not get caught in a group of students. I make it to my locker and put away my books and binders, then heading down the hallway towards the cafeteria. "Hey wait up!" I hear a familiar voice and I turn to see my friend Javier. "Oh hi Javi" I smile at the messy haired boy, and pull him into a hug.

"Hey do you wanna start studying now? We can definitely do so in the cafeteria if you're okay with that" he chirped with a toothy grin. "Of course whatever works for you works for me" I respond as we walk down the hallway side by side. "Thanks for tutoring me by the way I really appreciate" I add on. "The least I can do for you helping me snag a date with Danny" he chuckles. "Sooo how's that going?" I drag out.

Javier tells me how it's going with him and Danny and I smile listening to the details of how the date went, how things are between them, if they'll be anymore dates in the future etc. We walk into the cafeteria and sit at a table, Javier places his bag on the table and takes out his laptop, flash cards, highlighters and other things for studying. About 10 minutes into the study session my boyfriend walks over to the two of us.

"Hey baby" he coos hugging me from behind and resting his head on mine. "Hi babe" I say turning around and kissing his lips. "Did you wanna go out to lunch with me and Scott?" he asks casually because on most days thats what we did. "No I can't I'm studying with Javier, maybe after school we can hangout?" I suggest raising an eyebrow. "No yeah that's fine" He smiles and kisses my forehead then walking off to Scott.

"Well isn't he cute" Javier compliments "How long have you two been a thing?" he asks as he picks up the flash cards. "He's very cute, but almost two years. A year and nine months next month" Javier smiles at my answer then parts his lips to speak. "Okay let's get started on fill in the blank, I think that'd be easiest".

Throughout the remainder of the week I was hanging out with Javier in and out of school to prepare for this Spanish quiz, it'll be about 70 percent of our grade because it's about everything we've learned this quarter so this was not something I wanted to take lightly y'know? Today was Thursday and the quiz was on Friday. It was the end of the school day and Javier walked me out to the parking lot. "You're going to do great, girl don't even stress" Javier reassures me then pulling me into a tight hug. "Thanks Javi, but you're literally crushing me" I squirm as he laughs. "Sorry" He smiles before we part ways.

I see Stiles in the distance standing by his jeep as he always did to take me home. I walk over to him eagerly. "Hi Stiles" I kiss his cheek and he looks down at me and rolls his eyes. "What? Did I do something" I ask confused. "Why don't you go kiss Javier since you seem to love his company" he says jealousy dripping off his tongue as he pouts slightly. "Stiles you do know he's been tutoring me right?" I scoff in a bit of irritation as I get in the passenger seat and buckles myself in. "Yeah but it's so painfully obvious he's into you and you're oblivious to it" he says through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as we pull out of the parking lot and begin driving on the main road. "Stiles he is not into me." I respond in a flat tone, the car fills with silence between us for a few minutes, the radio in the background quietly. "You're jealous" I state in a firm yet questioning tone.

Part 2?

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Sailor's Folly: Part 2

A/N: Part 1 did not feature much Buggy so I made myself write a part 2 in the hopes people would be interested now that it had our favourite blue haired menace in it.

Previous chapter, Next chapter

“I’m Buggy, Buggy the Clown.”

Those words had echoed in your ears, your eyes widened slightly as you remembered where you had seen him. His face had graced many wanted posters that you had seen in your travels previously. How on earth could you have forgotten that blue hair and facepaint? You could have almost slapped yourself for being so stupid, he was one of the most famous pirates in the East Blue. You mentally blame it on the rum for not initially recognising who he was. Buggy sat there with a smug smirk on his face as he could see you finally recognised who he was. You took a swig of your rum and cleared your throat.

“I only know Blackjack I’m afraid… Captain.” Your voice was soft as your addressed him, you knew how powerful and revered he was amongst the pirates here and you did not want to upset him. Your soft voice like silk calling him captain was enough to almost make him shudder, he wanted to play with you know and he wanted to add some interesting stakes to your game.

“Blackjack is fine, Doll.” His smirk was wide and his eyes glistened. You pulled all your errant cards back together, shuffling them in your hand. Your gaze never left his cerulean eyes, feeling his gaze hot upon you, you did not want to give him a reason to get an advantage over you, now that you knew who he was.

“I’ll deal then shall I?” You question softly. A soft nod of his head was all the confirmation you needed and you dished out the cards, two each, your goal was to see who would end up closer to 21 than the other. You both held the cards in your hands and examined them, yours were an Ace of spades and a 6 of hearts, 17 altogether. It was a solid hand; you could gamble and ask for a hit for another card but the stakes were not defined yet, so you were hesitant to take a gamble, unsure as to what he would ask for if he won.

“So what are the stakes then, what do I get when I win” Your voice cocky as if to call a bluff that you would win, this was not a game where you would want to show insecurity. Buggy cleared his throat and began to answer with that dazzling smile of his and a cheeky glint in his eyes.

“If you win, I will pay your bar tab, heaven knows you will have racked up a good one by the end of the night at this rate “He chuckled and nodded to the nearly empty bottle of rum you had, it had only just started to make you tipsy. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. “Though, if I win, I want you to join me on my ship for a private drink.” Before you could even protest he placed his cards face down on the table and held his hands up in defence. “I promise nothing untoward my darling, just a private drink away from prying eyes to get to know you better.” His eyes glistened mischievously as he smirked at you, picking his cards up and contemplating them once again, you almost blushed at his smile, you thought he was beautiful, and it wasn’t the drink talking either.

True your bar tab tonight would be fairly substantial, it would hurt your purse, but you would survive, although a free night of drinking was alluring. You pondered your options and decided to take a gamble, the rum may have spurred you on further but fuck it, you were always a risk taker.

“let’s do It!” You smirked glancing at your cards. “Best 2 out of 3 sound fair to you?” You gauged his reaction and was not surprised to see a giant smile form on his face, he looked like he had not had this much fun in a long time. The first round resulted in you winning, Buggy called for another card and ended up with 22 and going bust, keeping your 17 safe.

The second round did not favour you as well, you pulled a King of hearts and a 5 of diamonds, you called for another card which was a King of spades causing you to go bust. It all rested on this next round. This made things very tense at the table, you had both won a round each and were now praying to be the winner.

You had now had more than your fill of rum at this point, having played Blackjack with Buggy, hoping that he would be footing the bill for you, it was not often that you lost at Blackjack anyway, you seemed to have some divine luck with it. The final game was afoot, you were swaying softly from the alcohol and slurring slightly, it had been a long night for you.

The luck of the cards was with you again as you won the third and final round, your arms shot up drunk in celebration, you were now extremely inebriated from the night you had been so thoroughly enjoying. You had won again, much to your surprise as it had been such a close call. You stood up from your chair on your wobbly legs and attempted to bow somewhat before Buggy politely, only managing to do so in some sort of fashion as you were holding onto the chair and table for dear life. Buggy watched you attempt to walk away with a soft smile on his face, you only made it a few unassisted steps before you fell over. You were drunk. Buggy was many things, a pirate, a scallywag, a thief, but no one had ever said he was not a gentleman, though it was questionable at times. He scooped you up from the floor in your drunken stupor, you continued to run your mouth and speak absolute gibberish which he enjoyed as it made him chuckle. Buggy was not sure what ship you had come from, but he did not want to leave you alone, a rare bird such as yourself needed protecting in his mind.

That is what he told himself when he took you back to his ship and laid you in his bed. He was now fascinated with you, he spent all night watching you sleep soundly in his bed, enjoying the vision of you, he could lie to himself all he wanted that he did this to protect you, he knew deep down that he did this for selfish reasons.

It had been a deep and uneventful sleep for you, you remember winning Blackjack but that was it, you woke early in the morning with a headache and a groan, sitting up in bed. In bed? This was not your hammock. Where on earth where you? You looked around and realised that you were no longer aboard the Going Merry, you were in some lavish room and four poster bed with no idea how you got here.

[midoribobatea]

Rose Valentine - Ammon's Card

Part 1 & Part 2

(Not 100% accurate translation ,So sorry in advance for any mistranslation and any missgramer)

A Special Bouquet - Part 1:

*Note before reading the butler story: This story contains spoilers for the ``Rose Valentine'' event.

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Immediately after the first day's social party...

In celebrations for Valentine's Day. I wanted to do something for Ammon.

additionally to handing out rose chocolates, I thought of two other plans

The first is to do what Ammon wants.

The other plan is to give Ammon the blue rose.

Apparently, blue rose has the meaning of ``dreams coming true'' and ``miracles''.

I will now carry out the first plan.

I decided to write a letter and ask Ammon, `Tell me what you want me to do.'

[Lonestar's Mansion Rose Garden]

Then, one day, a few days before the social party...

I was sitting at the garden table, watching Ammon work in the garden.

Ammon received the letter and said ,``I want to talk to master after work.''

I decided to wait by his side until he finished his work.

As part of the decorations for the party, it seems that Ammon is also entrusted with taking care of the roses.

And after finishing all the garden work... Ammon came to me.

Ammon: Thank you for the waiting, Master!

Ammon: I'm sorry for making you wait all by yourself in a place like that.

Ammon: You didn't have any problems while waiting?

Choices:

<Yeah, it's alright>

In fact, I was able to see Ammon's work up close...so I wasn't bored at all.

Ammon: Is that so? That's a relief.

Ammon: Well then, Master, my work is finished...

Ammon: Let's go out together right away!

Choices:

<Eh? Going out?>

Ammon: That's right. After all, Master, didn't you write it in that letter?

Ammon: 'You'll do as I please'. Please keep your promise♪

Choises:

<I-I didn't said exactly that...>

Ammon: Well well♪don't worry(/sweat) about details♪

Ammon: Anyway, you'll make my wishes come true, right?

Ammon: If that's the case, there's a cafe I'd like to go together. I'd love for you to come !

Choices:

<A cafe?>

Ammon: That's right. This is a famous store that is different from the one we went to before.

Ammon: It seems that rose cakes are popular there. I always wanted to go there~

Ammon: But it's hard for me to go there by myself...

Choices:

<Eh, why?>

Ammon: Actually…. Most of the customers at that cafe are women or couples.

Ammon: As expected, I was hesitant to go in alone.

Ammon: And…. There's not much point if I did go alone.

Ammon: After all, It has to be with master~♪

Choices:

<What does that mean...>

Ammon: Hehe. You'll understand that when we get there, Master.

Ammon: Come on, let's go, Master!

Ammon: A delicious rose cake is waiting for us~.

Choices:

<Y-Yeah...alright>

[Rose Town]

Ammon, who seems to be having fun, takes me to the rumored cafe...

It seemed that there were only couples and female customers in the shop.

An old lady who seemed to be the owner noticed us and called out to us.

Old owner lady: Yes, yes, welcome. Will you be two?

Ammon: That's right! I'd like also a private room if possible...

Old owner lady: Yes. It's just got empty right now.

Old owner lady: Here we go. Please come this way.

[Rose Town Cafe]

With the guidance of the old lady, I sit in a stylish private room table seat.

Ammon: Hehe. No one is watching here...

Ammon: Can I sit with you? Master.

Choices:

<Of course>

Ammon: Thank you very much.

Ammon: Heh.. The other customers were looking at us.

Choices:

<I-Is that so?>

Ammon: That's right♪Maybe we looked like a couple too~.

Choices

<N-now...I wonder>

Ammon: Now~ Master. Don't get embarrassed ♪

Ammon: Things like being a couple are about to begin now.

Choices:

<Eh...?>

Old owner lady: Hello. Are you ready to order?

Ammon: Yes! I would like the special cake for Valentine's Day only.

Old lady owner: Yes, yes. The cake only for couples.

Choices:

<Only for couples...?!>

Ammon: Hehe... This cake has a reputation for being exquisite.

Ammon: But since it's only available to couples , people like me can't come here to eat it...

Ammon: That's why I had to be with Master.

Choices:

<S-so that's why...>

Ammon: That's right♪ That's why.

Ammon: So Master too... Just for today, please be with me as a couple.♪

Ammon: Because today you will listen to my wishes, right?

Choices:

<Y-Yeah...alright>

Ammon: Hehe. As expected of Master, You get it.♪

A Special Bouquet - Part 2:

[Rose Town Cafe]

A little while later, a whole small cake was brought out.

It's a very beautiful cake in the shape of rose.

Ammon carefully cuts it in half and places it on a small plate.

Ammon: Here you go, Master.

Not only is it beautiful on the outside, but the cross-section of the cut side also looks delicious.

I slowly brought the beautiful cake into my mouth.

The flavor of chocolate, melting fresh cream...and a faint aroma of roses filled my mouth

It was so delicious that just one bite brought a smile to my face.

Choices:

<Delicious...>

Ammon: Hehe. That's good.

Ammon: By the way…. It seems that you can enjoy various flavors of this cake depending on where you eat it.

Ammon: The taste is different between the part I cut into my plate and the part my master ate.

Ammon: Please take a chance to try this flavor as well.

Ammon: Here, open your mouth. Say Ahhh~

Choices:

<Ehh?!>

Ammon: Oh dear? What are you surprised about?

Ammon: This cake is only for couples, so this is the correct way to eat it.

Ammon: No one is watching anyway, so Master don't need to be embarrassed either♪

Choices:

<Ammon is watching...>

Ammon: That's right. I'm watching it perfectly.

Ammon: I want to see my master eat my cake.

Ammon: You will make my wish come true today, right? Master♪

Choices:

<I-I get it…>

With mischievous smile Ammon directed the fork toward me

Just as Amon wanted... I decided to have some cake and eat it.

Choices:

<A-Ahh~...>

Ammon: Yes, well done♪

Ammon: What do you think? Isn't It delicious?

Choices:

<Yeah…>

It's true that the cake that Ammon made me eat was delicious, but...

I felt kind of frustrated that I was constantly being defeated by Ammon.

If no one is watching anyway... It might be a good idea to try again.

Choices:

<Well then, It's my turn>

Ammon: Huh? It's master's turn...

Choices:

<Yes, Say ahh~>

Ammon: M-master...

Ammon: Hehe. That's kinda bold, Master...

Ammon: I would never be able to do something like this in front of everyone else...

Ammon: Well, it's okay for today♪it's a secret only between us two♪

Ammon: Well then… Ahh~...

Then Ammon and I took our time and ate the cake slowly...

The two of us enjoyed our time together just like a couple.

-After a while-

Ammon: Now…. I wanted to be a couple with master for a longer time, but...

Ammon: We have to go back soon. Master also has to prepare for the social party...

Choices:

<Oh, wait a moment...>

Ammon: Huh? What's wrong, Master?

Ammon: Maybe...Master doesn't want to go back yet?

Ammon: So selfish~ Well, I don't hate that side of Master either...

Choices:

<T-that's not what I mean...>

In order to carry out my final plan...

I asked Ammon to come alone to the garden tonight.

Ammon: coming to the garden tonight you say?

Ammon: Hmm…. I don't know what the master is planning...

Ammon: I got it. I'll definitely go.

Choices:

<Thank you Ammon>

Ammon: Hehe. No need to thank me.

Ammon: As a couple, it's only natural to listen to your partner's requests♪

[Lonestar's Mansion Rose Garden]

The night of the same day….

I snuck out of the social party...and waited at the rose garden for Ammon to arrive.

While hiding a single blue rose behind my back..

Step step...

Ammon: Thank you for waiting, master.

Ammon: As promised, the master's lover has arrived♪

Choices:

<A-Ammon...>

As always, Ammon stares at me with a devilish smile on his face.

I wanted to surprise Ammon...but the look in his eyes made me feel like I was going to get distracted in Ammon's pace.

I lowered my eyes as I approached Ammon...

I held out the single blue rose in front of him.

Ammon: Huh...!? Master,this is...

Ammon: Maybe...This rose for me...?

Choices:

<Yeah...>

Ammon: Blue rose...

Ammon: In the language of flowers it means 'dream come true.' ...And 'miracle'...

Choices:

<As expected of Ammon, You're very knowledgeable>

I am grateful for the miracle that I was able to meet Ammon...

And someday I wish I could live with Ammon in a peaceful world.

It is the perfect flower to express such a wish.

Choices:

<That's why, I'm giving this rose to Ammon...>

Ammon: Master...

Ammon: I lost...

Choices:

<Eh?>

Ammon: I was planning to make my master's heart pound...

Ammon: Master gotten ahead of me...

Ammon: Really….I'm no match for my master.

Ammon: To be able to meet such a wonderful master... I'm the one who should be grateful.

Choices:

<Ammon...>

Ammon: Hehe. But my heart can't be the only one keep pounding, right?

Ammon: Please wait a moment, Master.

Ammon: There's something I want to give to master.

Choices:

<Something you want to give...?>

As Ammon goes deeper into the rose garden...

He came back with a large bouquet of roses.

Ammon: How do you like it? Master.

Ammon: I secretly prepared it during the day.

Ammon: A bouquet made of 365 roses...

Ammon: like our talk with the 2nd floor butlers the other day.

Ammon: If I were to hand over a number of roses to my master... I'll give 365 roses.

Ammon: And what this number means..

Ammon: 'I miss you every day'...

Ammon: Master. I want to stay together forever.

Ammon: This bouquet... represents my feelings.

Choices:

<Ammon...>

I Received the large bouquet of Roses from Ammon.

I'm sure Ammon carefully selected each one.

I had never seen such a beautiful bouquet of roses before.

Choices:

<It's really beautiful...>

Ammon: Hehe. It's really nothing at all.

Ammon: Compared to the blue rose that my master gave me... It's no big deal at all.

Ammon: I was able to receive such a wonderful gift...

Ammon: Please look forward to getting something in return from me. Master♪

Choices:

<Eh? But I already received the bouquet...>

Ammon: What are you talking about?♪ That bouquet is a Valentine's gift from me.

Ammon: Giving back something in return to master is a different thing.

Ammon: Next time I'll make Master's heart pound even more.

Ammon: Hehe. Please look forward to it, Master♪

-End-

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant part 6

Hey, here's part six of the gt story I'm writing. This one is a pretty uneventful chapter, but things will get more exciting soon after this. As usual, criticism is appreciated.

No cws this time (I think)

Here's the previous part:

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I didn’t know many card games. I didn’t understand the rules of most mature card games, and most of the young card games I knew from playing them at school couldn’t be played with normal playing cards. I did know how to play “Go Fish,” but I wouldn’t call myself too good at it.

“Go Fish’ isn’t exactly a skill-based game. But it was the only game both me and Ella knew that could be played with the large, generic playing cards she had. The cards were big, about two feet long, but for Ella, they were just barely big enough for her to see without squinting. Proportionally, they were about the size of “mini” playing cards for her. Meanwhile, I had some trouble holding my cards so she couldn’t see them. I ended up having them face down on the floor (which was actually the table) and remembering which cards I had and which card was which in my head. I considered asking Ella why she even had these cards since most card games needed more than one person to play, and she was here alone, but I decided against saying anything, due to how she usually reacted to my questions.

“Do you have an ace of diamonds?” Ella asked, looking down at me while holding her cards in one hand.

“G-go fish,” I said, looking down. Ella took a card from the pile on the table. She struggled a bit to only take one.

“So, kid,” Ella asked, picking up her card, “you have any friends back home?”

“Uh, kinda,” I said, peeking at my cards while they were still face down, “do you have…a 10 of spades?”

“Go fish,” The giant said. I got up and walked to the stack of cards, sliding one off the top.

“So, there are some people I like, hang out with, sorta,” I said, “they’re…kind of my friends,”

“What do you mean ‘kinda’?” Ella asked, “Got any kings of hearts?” I took the king of hearts from my deck and held it up for her. She took it with two fingers and placed the pair in front of her on the table.

“I mean, I dunno, they would talk, and I'd ... .sorta just be there,” I said, looking down, “they like me and all, but it doesn’t really feel like I’m part of the group…do you have any 2 of spades?”

“Hmm…no,” Ella said, looking at her cards before looking at me, “so, you're not too attached to anyone in that village of yours?” The giant asked, “you wouldn’t be too sad if…y’know what? Nevermind,”

“What?” I asked, looking up at her worried,

“Don’t worry about it, it's nothing, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Ella said, “you have any queens of clubs?”

“...no…” I said, looking down, thinking about what Ella was just saying. I tried changing the topic, “So, where’d you…uh…learn cards? Um ... .have any…one of hearts?”

“Kid, ‘go fish’ isn’t exactly the most complicated game to learn,” The giant said, taking one of the hearts out of her deck and gently placing it in front of me. I flipped over my one of hearts and paired it with hers.

“um…I mean…who taught you? Um…was it…the people from your job?” I asked, before realizing what I was asking, “Um, sorry if that's…one of those questions ... .um, do you have an ace of spades?”

“Don’t worry, it's fine,” Ella said, looking down at me, “also, you already went,”

“Oh..sorry,” I said, sheepishly looking down,

“I learned how to play cards before any of this, that's all I can say,” Ella said, “you have any 10s of spades?” she said with half of a smirk. I sighed and gave her my 10 of spades.

“um ....I know…I probably shouldn’t ask, but ... what do you mean before this?” I asked, looking up at her,

“Hmm, before this,” The giant said,

“You mean…before you were hired by…whoever you work for? Before you were a giant?” I asked,

“Maybe before those things, but definitely before I brought you here,” Ella said nonchalantly,

“Got any fives of clubs?” I asked,

“Go fish,” Ella said,

“...so…you said ... .you're human, right?” I asked, taking a card from the stack,

“When I say that?” Ella asked, shuffling through her cards,

“...when you first brought me here…when I woke up..” I said,

“Oh,” the giant said, “yeah, I said I’m a human, but bigger. Got any threes of diamonds?”

“....so….were you always like that? Um…a giant?” I asked, handing her my card.

“Hmm, y’know what?” Ella said, putting her pairs of cards on the table, “Guess,”

“...what?” I asked. Ella placed her deck of cards on the table face down and leaned towards me.

“Guess. Tell me what you think this is all about, and I’ll tell you if you're not right.”

“..really?” I asked, looking up skeptically,

“Yeah, it's not like you’ll guess correctly anyway,” the giant said,

“Um, ok, so,” I looked down trying to figure it out, thinking of everything I knew so far, “you…work with a bunch of other giants…and….um….they….no…” I tried again,” You work for….some kind of…forest god…that made you a giant ... and the disappeared humans are sacrifices for it?” Ella smiled and laughed under her breath,

“Nope, not even close,” Ella said,

“Oh…um….can I try again?” I asked,

“No, I don’t want you to try finding out through the process of elimination,” she said more sternly this time.

“Oh…ok…” I said,

“Anything you want to do other than play cards?” Ella asked me,

“Um….do you have any other….um….games?” I asked,

“Ever play chess?” The giant asked blankly.

“No, I’ve played checkers though,” I answered.

“I don’t have checkers pieces.” Ella said,

“But you do have giant chess pieces?” I asked, “and a giant chess board?”

“There are only so many board games they make giant versions of, kid.” Ella sighed,

“But…..doesn’t chess need two people?” I asked,

“...yeah,” Ella said, looking down, rubbing the back of her neck. She tried changing the topic herself, “maybe there's a game we could play without cards or a board or whatever, do you have any ideas?”

“Um…” I thought to myself about what to suggest, “I don’t think we could play like….ice breakers or anything like that…since….y’know,”

“Hmm, yeah…” Ella said, looking down, “we could do them one sided. I could stand to know a bit more about you,”

“Huh?” I looked up at her again, “what…like what?”

“I dunno, you said you were stargazing when I found you, right?” the giant asked,

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck,

“Do you like stargazing?” Ella asked, tilting her head at me.

“Um, I…I think so,” I said, looking down,

“You think so?” Ella said, confused.

“The stars and the sky are wonderful and all, but…” I paused, still looking down, “I don’t really…feel anything looking at them.”

“Huh, really?” Ella said. She looked down at herself before looking back at me. “I’ve never really been stargazing before. I mean, I’ve been outside at night and looked up, but I’ve never really specifically done it to look at the stars.” the giant turned towards the window. “The rain is starting to let up,”

“It is?” I asked, “Does that mean they’ll be here soon?”

“They’ll still probably won’t get here until tomorrow morning,” Ella said, “so, Quincey, if it stops raining tonight, could you maybe…. I dunno, show me what to look for?” she asked, looking down and rubbing the back of her head sheepishly, “when stargazing I mean,” I gave a light smile.

“Yeah, I could do that,”

[mirtola87]

"Tale as old as time", or how Good Omens planted a seed in my soul that's growing more and more (bettah) [2/2]

[Continues from Part 1] Then we started watching S2, and as it happens in any good mystery story, clues became evidences. Crowley and Aziraphale started laying their cards on the table. Throughout the episodes, they act more and more like an "us" and we get used to the idea that their side is a fact. No matter what happens, they will face it together, as they did more and more in the last 6.000 years of their "tale as old as time". Being a coup... ehm, "group of the two of us" without telling themselves and each other, walking on a wire. And then came the rainstorm, the canopy, Jane Austen, the ball, Beelzebub and Gabriel going off together, Nina and Maggie talking with Crowley. The moment not only the characters but the audience, too, realize that the ineffable love could be actually named and told. "Just a little change, small to say the least / Both a little scared, neither one prepared." It was pure revelation, mind-blowing and delightful. After 9 long years, I finally knew that they loved each other, that I loved them, and that I wanted them to be happy together, forever. If I could feel it so deeply, I wonder what it could have been like for Neil himself to discover that the two characters he knew so well from almost 30 years were in love with each other. And then, after 6 "quiet, gentle and romantic" episodes, exploring the evolution of the characters and their relationship and mutual influence through the time (6.000 years of bickering, longing glances and building trust in each other, "bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong"), the last 15 minutes suddenly came and leave them (and us) heartbroken, as their love is told and denied in the very same moment. It was painful and devastating. And here I am now. Two months have passed since I saw S2 E6, and all that I, all that we can do is wait (and see, hopefully). But it's not, it can't be as before. Something in me has definitely changed. Or rather, it woke as if it had been long asleep. And it grows better and better. This story made me feel things I hadn't felt for years. It's making me feel love, and pain, and longing, and hope. It made me remember how great stories (amazing lies) can make you experience true, deep feelings ("true as it can be"); and it awoke my desire to tell stories and share feelings as well, a wish that had lied sleeping in the back of my mind for a long time. So yes, I am obsessed with GO, but it's not just about this story I love, it's also about me, I believe. And all the time in-between reading the book, watching S1 once, rewatching it and then watching S2 lead me to this, because things can develop and grow only with time. So I guess I should be grateful for that heartbreaking cliffhanger. If S3 had already been there for us to watch, I would have already consumed the answers I wanted. My mind would be at peace and probably none of this would have happened. Instead, I find myself full of questions (about the story, and about my life), I'm restless and eager, I'm painfully alive. And I feel like a new path, a new chapter, is opening before me. "Certain as the sun rising in the East", in the next years I'll be waiting for Neil to tell us about the "Neighbour of the Beast", and in the meantime I'll try my best to cling to that feelings as a precious gift, don't let them go, nurture them and use them for the best. There are many things I wish to thank @neil-gaiman for, but this is probably the most important so far.

[ventingfanfics]

The Wrong Paper (Part 3)

AN: I had too much fun writing this. Enjoy!

@queenofsimpsblog

Part 2 Part 1

“And when did you see and hear it, when you were dancing on top of tables?” 

“Don’t try to compare me partying to you being attracted to your student!” Tasha argued. She was now out of the club and in her friend’s car. 

Shuri flinched, looking around. “Bast, can you keep your voice down? We’ll talk about it when I come home.”

“Don’t bother.”

The call disconnected. Shuri took a deep breath. She slid into her pocket and put on her shades before making her way inside. M’baku slid his arm around her shoulder as she came through the foyer. “What’s up with you?”

“Just marriage stuff.” She forced a light laugh, attempting to brush it off. 

“What did Tasha do now?” The towering man asked. 

“I’ll tell you about it some other time. Now is not the time nor place.” She patted his back, offering a light appreciative smile. “Thanks, though.” He continued to look at her as she hugged goodbye to her other friends. She saved you for last, seeing you shuffling cards. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Aw, you’re leaving?” 

Shuri felt her face get warm, especially as she noticed Okoye glance at you and Shuri with an amused expression. 

“Make sure you study, you have a test next week.” 

Shuri smirked seeing the panic flash across your face before you quickly recovered. “Right.” 

She decided to save that exchange between you two as she headed home. The closer she got, however, the more worked up she felt. Another argument was waiting for her. At first, drama with Tasha was exciting and stimulating. Now, it was getting old. 

After a shower, Shuri joined her wife in bed. Tasha groaned, moving far away from her. 

“Do you want to talk about what’s been happening or not?” The professor said, staring at her back. 

After a delay, Tasha said with a sigh. “Go ‘head, Shuri.”

“Okay. One of my students, she’s a writer, and she accidentally turned in one of her personal works. It was about me. I wanted to pretend the whole thing never happened so that’s why I kept it to myself.”

“Which student?”

Shuri furrowed her eyebrows. “You wouldn’t know her.”

Tasha suddenly turned on the other side so Shuri was in her view. “Is it the one you meet with often? The one you’re always writing dissertations for on her work?”

Shuri made a face. “I have several students that I often meet with and I give just about all of them thorough notes.”

“Whatever, that look like her. I think you were attracted to her before she ever wrote that porno.”

“It was not a porno!”

“Written porn. Yes, it was!”

Shuri rolled her eyes but one could tell she was humored. “Call it what you want. The poor girl is mortified.”

“She wouldn’t be if she knew you were getting off on it. And I see you didn’t deny it when I said you were already attracted to her.” She smirked. 

Shuri had found you attractive, smart, and interesting, but you really got her attention once she knew how you felt about her. Of course she’d been familiar with the concept of a student finding an educator appealing and good looking, but she didn’t think she’d be on the receiving end of it. For a student to actually put into writing—detailed writing at that—how they saw you and what they wanted you to do to them and for you to do together, it was amazing. 

This whole time you’d been lusting after her. All those times in class, those racy thoughts occupied your mind as she taught you. Shuri wouldn’t had noticed. Yes, sometimes you would watch her lingeringly or blush and avert your eyes when eye contact was made. For the most part, though, things seemed innocent enough. 

Professor Shuri knew the truth now, though. Maybe it was a good thing that you had missed the week. It was a bummer as she'd wanted to see you. She always looked forward to your attendance in her class. However, after that submission, she couldn’t imagine her actions. She knew she’d have to maintain professionalism. 

But how could she look at you knowing that you’d wanted her to taste your most private area? And knowing you wanted to taste her as well. That paper showed her that you weren’t such a good girl after all. It also humanized you. Did people think that well-behaved individuals lacked sexual desires? 

If you and Shuri were to take that path, she’d know what you liked and wanted. You wanted her to kiss all over your soft, supple skin. And you hadn’t been wrong about her thoughts on your clothing: she did like how you dressed, including the versatility of it all. 

Shuri felt like a crazed woman. Your story stayed with her. She’d touched herself more times than she’d ever admit to it in response to it. She wasn’t proud of the fact that she had saved a copy of the story to transfer to her personal computer. 

What else did you like during sex? How did you taste? She was confident that you tasted good, but she wanted to know your flavor. Shuri couldn’t even look at her own hands now without blushing or imagining herself inserting them into you. You had even held them earlier today. You really liked her hands.

It brought a smile to her face.

~~

“Does anyone have anymore questions about the test?” Professor Shuri surveyed the room. She had to force herself not to look at you. Keeping you out of her vision would keep her sane. Relief filled her when one of her students raised a hand. “Yes, Melanie.” She smiled. 

Through her peripheral vision, however, she saw your legs widen under the table. It didn’t help that you were in the first row. Today, not only had you chosen a short skirt, but you’d chosen violence as well. Your legs parted wide enough to where she could see your panties. 

“Class is over,” Shuri abruptly said. 

“Professor, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Office hours. I will email you. If you anyone has anymore questions, you can call me, email me or stop by before 6.”

“I have my appointment with you in five minutes,” You said, trying to look innocent. Shuri didn’t react, instead called Melanie over to her, so she could properly listen to her question.

You waited until everyone else eventually exited the classroom, not taking your eyes off Shuri. You enjoyed seeing her kind of sweat. Shuri shut her door and glared at you. “Really, Y/N?”

“What?” You played dumb. “What’d I do, professor?”

She scoffed. “You know what you did!”

“Can you be more specific?”

She gave you a look that made it hard not to laugh. “Don’t play with me, Y/N.” She started aggressively closing folders and binders on her desk and shoving them into drawers. 

“Damn, what did the supplies do to you?” You joked. 

“It’s not what they’re doing, it’s what you’re doing.” She eyed you sternly. Her gaze was unwavering as you walked over to her. You watched her eyes explore your bare legs. If she could, she’d burn a hole through your skirt. 

“What am I doing, Shuri?” 

The way you said her name felt like a caress. 

“Hm? What have I done? Please tell me so I can make it better.” You hesitantly touched her hips. When she didn’t challenge you, you held her waist. Her eyes were cloudy but she was willing. You carefully embraced her. Her body remained still with the exception of her rising and falling chest. After a moment, you slowly released her. But the other woman had other plans. 

She grabbed your jaw and kissed you. You gasped but melted into her, tilting your head to properly kiss her back. Your lips moves slowly but passionately. When air became an issue, you separated.

“Holy shit,” You said, cheesing.

Shuri huffed out a laugh. “Looks like you got your wish.” She sighed. 

“That kiss was amazing and you can't deny it.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Or maybe it was.”

“Why did you have to flash me your panties?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Um, what?”

Shuri gazed back at you, feeling just as confused. She looked down at your outfit, seeing you were wearing sweats and a crop top. Your stomach was out but not your thighs. 

I’m losing it, Shuri thought. I really just fantasized about my student coming on to me and flashing me. I have truly lost it. 

Instead of her classroom, you were in her office. You did have an appointment with her. And she felt ashamed as she watched you genuinely sit there puzzled and possibly disturbed.

“Please forgive me,” She said. “How can I help you?”

As you asked your professor questions about the upcoming test, she began to calm down, almost eagerly answering—eager for a distraction form her feral mind.

“Does that answer it?” Shuri asked, showing her chipper side.

You nodded. “Now I have another question.”

“Go for it.”

“Why did you ask me why I had to flash my panties to you?” 

Shuri stood up and went to her window. “I was thinking about something. Don’t worry about it, it was a mistake.”

“Thinking of…me in my panties?” 

“Y/N, just drop it. Please.”

“Drop what? My panties?” 

She turned around to look at you and you uttered a laugh. “You walked right into that one.”

“I did,” she agreed, chuckling and awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. 

“Wow, professor. You weren’t kidding.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you said you’ve been thinking about…you know, the story.”

Shuri playfully rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s kind of hard not to.”

“How’s your wife?” 

The two of you gazed at each other with unspoken words. 

“She knows,” Shuri shared, approaching her desk again and sitting on the edge of it. 

“Yikes. I’m sorry.”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t apologize. It was all an accident.” 

“Or was it?”

Shuri eyed you expectantly, trying to see where you were going with that remark. She watched as you drew closer to her. Here we go again, she thought. 

“Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe you were meant to read that. I don’t know, it just all seems…connected.”

“I think you manifested it.” The professor smirked. Her gaze followed your hands that rested on either side of her legs as you positioned yourself in between them. “You like my hands, huh?” There was a twinkle in her eyes.

You tilted your head, humorously narrowing your eyes. “That was random, but yeah, I do. And you like my panties, apparently.”

“You want me to like them,” she quipped. “And, you want me to take them off you.” She said the latter around your ear. You shivered, falling into her. She chuckled and held your hip before stroking the small of your back with her other hand. You moaned when you felt her lips ghost over the hollow of your neck. “The real me can make you feel better than you think.”

"Do it, please," You begged with all your heart and soul. "I know you can."

Shuri laughed heartily. She seemingly rewarded you with honeyed pecks on your cheek. She focused on your lips again. "I can't resist you, Y/N."

"Then don't." You leaned your forehead to hers and she encircled your waist. Wanting to relax her, you stroked her arms up to her shoulders. She gave you this adorably amused/intrigued look as your palms traveled up her nape.

"Stop looking at me like that."

She laughed softly. "How am I looking at you? Keep going."

Smiling to yourself, you eased your hand over her curls, holding a chunk of them and brushing your lips over hers. Whatever reservations she held previously evaporated. She grabbed your blouse, kissing you softly at first.

Yesyesyesyes, writer you mentally cheered. As if agreeing with you, Shuri deepened the kiss. Somewhere in the heated make-out session, she had it so your rear was the one against the desk. "Lay down for me." Her kisses were gentle against your collar bone and neck. "You're so pretty..." she said, looking in your eyes and taking in your body.

She eased your sweats past your melanated hips and pressed a kiss on your right and left one. "What do you want first? My hand or tongue?" She was serious but smiled seeing your face light up.

"Whichever you want to give me first." You could imagine that she saw the desire you had for her in the flesh. There was no mistaken it.

She caressed your thigh for a moment causing shivers when her tattooed hand trailed against the front of your panties much like your fantasy. You leaked like crazy at the sight of her inked hand rubbing your concealed heat. A giggle escaped you when she pecked your belly. You were enjoying what she was doing but felt she was moving slow.

You pulled pulled your panties up and she straightened up.

"What's wrong?" she asked concerned.

"I can feel the hesitation. We don't have to do this, Shuri." You gave her a soft smile and stroked her back. "Some things can stay a fantasy."

"No, I want you, I do. Terribly--"

"You feel guilty."

"A little, yeah." She sighed, looking ashamed.

"You're a good wife."

She sat down and pulled you onto her lap, one arm around you, and the other held your chin as she planted another deep kiss on your mouth. "Usana, I want you so bad, it hurts. Will you wait for me?"

You repeated the question in your mind. "Wait, what do you mean?" You could take that a few ways.

"I want to go there with you, I just can't tell you when."

You paused and nodded. "I get it. You have my number." Peeling her hands off you, you hopped off her lap. "Good night."

"Y/N...don't be mad at me."

"I'm not. Later." You took your bag and left.

~~

Despite what you had told Shuri, timed proved that you were mad, or at the very least, bothered. When the following week rolled around, you acted indifferent towards Shuri. Maybe it was best that you moved on from her. You could imagine the relationship would be fun yet complicated, and with you being in school and getting ready for your future, did you need unnecessary hardship?

Shuri noticed the change. Whenever you looked at each other, your eyes were blank. Sometimes you even looked bored. What stung was when you started departing class without a farewell. You'd just walk out. When she tried to engage you via text, your replies were short.

The last straw was when you seemingly took interest in another student named Vivienne Scott. You called her Scotty. Shuri had noticed that you lit up around this Scotty character. You would walk her to class or she'd walk you to class or wait for you. Shuri spotted you once having what looked like a library date.

At first, Shuri tried to tell herself that you had made a friend, and of course there was no harm in that. It wasn't like she didn't want you to have friends. But this Scotty girl was becoming attached to your hip. And it didn't seem all that platonic.

One day after class, Professor Shuri firmly called your name. You knew that meant she wanted you to stay. She waited until it was just you two.

"Yes?"

It stung when you looked annoyed, like she was wasting your time. Wasting your time with Scotty or something.

"Do you have to be snippy?"

Your expression softened. "No, I'm just confused seeing as I'm doing well. In class."

Shuri looked down, nodding before eyeing you again. "Yes, you are doing well. Keep up the good work. I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me tonight." She watched the expression on your face change multiple times.

"Where?"

"The new art museum they opened in the city. Of course dinner's included." She smiled.

"Oh...it's a bit last minute."

She nodded a little and looked at you. "Do you already have plans?" There was an urgency in her energy right now. Like, she needed you to say yes to her. What an interesting turn of events.

"I do, I was going to kick it with Scotty."

You could have sworn you saw a twitch in Shuri's jaw. You suppressed a smile.

"I see. Your little girlfriend." She shuffled away, gathering her materials.

"She's not my girlfriend. She is cute, though." This time you did allow your smile to show. "Really cute. And sweet. And good with her hands." Shuri stopped what she was doing and quickly eyed you.

Her stare hardened. "What are you trying to do, Y/N?"

"I'm not trying to do anything." You shrugged. "You okay?"

"Why did you feel the need to throw that comment in there about her hands? Is everything sexual with you? Is that all you think about?"

You blinked. "For your information, professor, I was referring to her work. You are the one thinking sexually, not me."

Shuri stared at you a little longer and then heaved a sigh. "I apologize. I just can't help that feel like ever since that day you've kept your distance."

"Figured maybe it was for the best."

"Well, whether it is or not, I miss you. And that's why I was hoping we could spend time together. I'm sure Scotty will be okay if you don't hang out with her for one night." Shuri zipped her bag.

Yeah, she's hella salty, you thought. "What time were you planning on going?" Shuri had you curious, and you were interested in visiting that new museum.

She looked at you and smiled. "Now."

Your eyes widened some. "Now?"

Chuckling, she nodded. "Yes, come on, let's go! Gotta beat the traffic."

Part 4

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CRINGE.

i looooove being cringe. it’s the most freeing thing someone could do in nowadays culture. and i’m not talking about being annoying and desperate of attention kind of cringe but in a more being yourself and dgaf nuance.

what about being “cool”?

what about it? as i have said in my “about” post “cool” actually doesn’t exist imo. it’s just a projection of that we praise and we don’t think we have enough of in ourselves. it’s like glorifying someone. but for example what if you meet that someone you perceive as “cool” and they are actually bitchy; or what if they also have anxiety or are just shy in general. people are just people and just bc you think someone looks or acts in a manner that you don’t evaluate as “cool” doesn’t mean that they aren’t actually a good, nice and interesting human being.

someone who actually matches your vibe or your frequency is way more valuable than someone who has all the things that you think you need. therefore, being yourself is the best option you have and having the balls to be cringe is just great. that way you filtrate the people surrounding you. you just attract people that are here because of what you actually bring to the table not bc of some facade.

i’m not saying that acting cringe is always the way.

thus our society is built in a way that sometimes you have to put a facade. for example being professional, or being aware of people not reciprocating that kind of vibe is also a must, because in that scenario you just don’t give them that very open version of yourself. at the end of the day you should be protecting your energy and be mindful about where you invest it in.

nobody cares about you that much, actually.

everybody lives in their own reality so why bother to conform with everyone else’s in a way that is not beneficial for either parts. if you think about it, we are all directors of our own movies- meaning lives. therefore all the power you have is over yourself and how you perceive yourself, every other perception of you is none of your business. not to be extreme in that opinion, because of course reality check is needed and usually should be heard from those who love us. but generally speaking i feel like we should realise that no one cares so much about us as us. so i for myself like to act on my own terms whenever i feel like it’s appropriate.

think about all the things and experiences that you are stopping yourself from just because you think something is cringe…

just like this blog.

am i aware that this whole blog thing may come off as cringe? hell yeah. that’s what i’m betting on, so i can have the readers that actually enjoy it to stay.

am i gonna think that it’s silly in a couple of years? prly but i have time, i’m in my twenties and i will most definitely be laughing at my own thoughts on here in a couple of years. but who cares. that is the natural coarse of things. it would be kind of scary if we didn’t do things out of fear and then just wonder why did we not do them…

then why do i not allow myself to be cringe on instagram or other platforms? as i have explained, i do care about when i show my truest self and on this blog i’m doing it bc i think a few other people would care to read it. and tbh i see my instagram profile as a portfolio/business card. and i also love creating something aesthetically pleasing out of some ransom pictures. bc SOCIAL MEDIA IS NOT REAL LIFE and it’s just a place where you show your best version, so why would i care for another 1300 people, 80% of which i don’t know, to actually know who i am.

how to let go and be cringe?

to be completely honest i don’t think i’m the one to give you any kind of advice on being yourself because that is just your own thing. however,… i feel like these steps have worked for me:

1. get to know yourself by journaling, exploring and seeing what is your own way of doing things. e.g. think about what things you used to looove doing as a child

2. try to attune your surroundings by what feels good and peaceful for you. whoever and whatever causes anxiety or stress should be considered. obviously don’t take extreme decisions and always have conversations especially when other people are involved.

3.get out of your comfort zone so you can broaden it. new things always feel weird at first, but that doesn’t mean they are bad for you.

4.do little things that boost your confidence, but not your ego. smile to a random person or give them a compliment. read some affirmations on pinterest and all little nice things.

5.remind yourself that not everyone thinks about you the way you think they do.

anyways, BE WILLING TO BE CRINGE. it’s sm fun, cause nothing is really that serious.

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The Memories He Lost - Chapter 2: From Before - A Situation

Part 28 of Tides of Memories

The ritual begins to succeed, awakening Julian's lost memory of, years before they ever worked together, one crimson-coated privateer inviting him aboard her ship from Port Tremaire to Vesuvia, a voyage of only a day... and perhaps a night.

This was supposed to be a little flashback scene, but Julian and Altheia have a story to tell and I can't stop them, so it's becoming a fic within a fic. Sorry not sorry, I'm having a blast :D

Tides of Memories part 28, Chapter 2: From Before - A Situation

Excerpt

But as the merchant captain across the table from him raised an eyebrow and a smirk over her cards, and oh so deliberately lay down a queen of hearts to win the game, the voices of her crew rose up in raucous cheers, and Ilya’s heart sank. He had one card left to play, and it wasn't the one in his hand.  But, even as he dropped the card with a flourish, flashed her what he was certain was his most dashing smile, and said “Very well played, Captain, bravo!” he knew it wouldn't work.  Still, one last valiant effort.  “Let me buy you a celebratory round.  White rum, was it?” He started to get to his feet. The captain simply leaned back in her chair, casually crossed her arms over her chest and one booted leg over the other, and snared his gaze with her piercing sea-green eyes as her mouth curled in a smirk.  She nodded towards his chair. “Sit back down, Doctor.  Time to pay up.” Feeling a heat rise to his cheeks, he did as he was told.  Clearing his throat, his mind racing, he reached for the stacks of coins on the table in front of him, and carefully slid them towards her, hoping that she wouldn’t scrutinise them too closely in the dimly-lit, smokey air of the tavern. He was wrong, and she was far too wily to let him get away with betting a stash of not-entirely-legitimate dubloons.  She leaned forward, and only a cursory glance told her what she needed to know.   “Doctor, doctor, doctor,” she purred.  “Do you really think a merchant of my standing wouldn’t recognise counterfeit dubloons when I see them?  They’re not even good ones.”  She leaned back again, cocking her head to the side as she added, “That’s quite an insult.” Her crew, standing around them or perched on nearby chairs or tables, jokingly hissed and murmured amongst themselves, loud enough so Ilya could hear. “She’s pulled rank,” one of them laughed. “Insulted!” “‘e’s in trouble now.” “Better run, doctor!” Ilya nervously fiddled with his shirt; it hung half-open, but he soon realised that trying that tactic would probably only insult the captain further.  He pulled it closed.  “I’m sorry, I…”  He peered at her.  “I’m sorry, a merchant of your standing?”  With a nervous laugh, he added, “At the risk of continuing to insult you… who have I got myself in trouble with?” An ‘oohh!’ of disbelief went up amongst the crew.  The captain held his gaze, an amused smile tugging at her lips - a smile like a viper might smile before striking. “Would you please enlighten him, Maurice?” The man standing to the left and slightly behind her - who, from the style of his long tunic and coat, Ilya had judged to be her first mate - grinned with barely-contained delight. “Of course, Cap’n.  Doctor, you’re dealing with Privateer Captain Altheia Featherstone.” Ilya blinked at the captain as she raised one eyebrow and tipped her head a little.  He closed his eyes, gave a dramatic groan and dropped his forehead onto the backs of his hands on the table. “Oh god.  I’m done for.”

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Jealousy,Jealousy Pt.2

AN: Okay so like, i'm sorry for disappearing but i promised myself this year i would write more, so i swear i won't take another three months to write again. I saw someone ask for part two so enjoy :)     ( I wrote this in like 40 mins so sorry for all the errors.)

summary: Peter likes Liz, but you can't shake this feeling that he might feel something for you. (repost)

Peter knew what he did was wrong and he wanted to fix it but he didnt know how. You were a  stubborn person .He couldn't have gone to Ned for help because everytime Ned gave him advice. It always backfires so he was going to say the only girl that wasn’t mad at him for advice.

Peter walked into the living room feeling super tired, all night he was wondering how he could make it up to you.

“Hey peter, your up early.” May said as Peter sat down at the table. “You want some coffee?”

“Yes please,” Peter said in a tired voice. May smiled at him and grabbed a cup from out of the cabinet. 

“You're never up this early, what's going on?” she said putting the mug down.

Peter takes a long sip and shakes his head “nothing”

She gave him a ‘Yea sure” look “Come on peter i know you..what's up.”

Peter didn't know how to explain what happened but he knew that may was the only girl that could help him. “ I messed up at the party.”

“Did you get into a fight?” May asked. 

“No, like with a girl,” Peter explains. 

“With Liz? Listen Peter i don't really like her she gives me bad v-”

“No not with Liz!”  He cuts her off  “with y/n.” 

“Y/n? What did you do Peter” May says in a worried tone, she liked you so the idea of him messing up with you caused her to worry. 

“I kissed Liz infront of her.” Peter grits his teeth out of a cringe . He hates thinking about how dirty he did you. He wishes he could go back and change everything.

“Why on earth did you do that? You told me you liked her.” “I do” peter defend himself “but it was a dare, i was asked to kiss the prettiest girl in the room and i choose liz because what if y/n didn't like me, then i would have lost a friend that night.” he explains 

“Come on Peter, I told you she likes you it's so obvious , go to school and fix the mess you caused.”

“But how?”

“Figure it out!” May wanted to help him but he had to learn how to deal with this on his own.

—

You knew that you had to face Peter but you didn't want to. The whole weekend ,every time you thought about Friday night, it brought you to tears. You didn't know why though, it could've been the fact that your crush kissed the girl that you despise in front of you or because you were so vulnerable with Peter, you cried to him and it was something that you've never done before. And for him to just sit there and look at you without saying a word made it worse.

“Hey” Mj said to you as you guys walked into school.

“Oh hi, what's up?” you said without a care in the world, you didn't want her to know that you were hurting from what happened but to her it was all written over your face.

“Oh well i don't know… you tell me” she said in a sarcastic tone “texted you all weekend with no response. You left the party without saying bye.” “It's not like you don't have my location, you knew where I was.” you rolled your eyes.

“Come on y/n i know what Peter did is bothering you.” she said, turning her  unlock to her locker.

“Well of course it is like-” you opened your locker and a rose and card fell out. You look at Mj “what the hell?” you say confused you pick up the rose and card from off the floor. “Im sorry please forgive me- peter” you read the note out loud.

You look in the way that Peter's locker is in just to catch him staring at you with a smile on his face. You gave him a forced smile and started to walk up to him.

“Yes the plan worked.” he says to himself still smiling, his smile dropped when he watched you walk right past him and throw the rose and card in the trash. Maybe his plan didn't work after all

—

You managed to make it to lunch and avoid talking to Peter, you had mostly every class with him so that was impressive on your part. Now it was time for lunch. Mj had electives so she couldn't join you so you sat alone, most of your friends had their own little group but now that you weren't talking to Peter the group was disconnected you knew Ned was going to take his best friend's side even if he was wrong.

Peter saw you sitting alone, he could tell something was bothering you and he knew it was his fault. Every second that he went without talking to you seemed like torture and he had to fix it. He didn't care if you shooed him away because he would just try again. He excused himself at the table he was sitting at and made his way over to your table.

You were so out of it that you didn't even see him approaching you. He sat down and you looked at him with a dull expression on your face. It made him question if he should be even doing this. 

“Please forgive me” you looked at him and didn't say a word. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“You didn't” you say.

“I didn't?.” peter says relieved

“No, like I said before you just made everything clear. I was just blind i see.”  you said. Peter didn't say a word. “See you didnt change! You're doing the same silent thing you did at the party.”

Every second Peter goes with saying a word, he can feel you slipping away but it couldn't form the words to even explain how sorry he felt.

“I'm going to go,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

“I like you” he blurts out.

“What?” you said.

“I like you.” he says again without hesitation.

“No,” you shake your head. “You like Liz.”

“I- i don't…i like you.”

“You don't have to say that to make me feel better….What about the other girl?” it was hard for you to believe what peter was saying, yes you wanted him to like you but why couldn't he just have told you at the party.

“The other girl was you. I chose to like Liz because I thought there was no way you could have liked me, then at the party you confessed to liking me so ....”

“Oh” was all you could say, you smiled to yourself taking in the information that Peter just told you. “Are you sure?” you wanted to make sure you aren't dreaming.

“Yes, I'm sure,” he says, smiling. “Do you forgive me?” 

“Only if you forgive me for acting weird.”

“Of course…do you think it's too soon to ask you on a date?”

“No, never too soon” you laughed 

“Okay… so olive garden after school?” he asked.

“How could  I say no to the olive garden?”

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Chapter Ten (Part 2)

We stay in the pub for hours after that, getting drunker and louder with each drink, and the three others keep getting up from the table at various intervals to use the bathroom, which I assume is because of all the liquid they’re drinking, but I don’t think I’ve ever needed to pee that many times in one night, even during my worst binges. 

Fiona is the kind to get sloppy drunk, her limbs heavy and her eyes drooping in a way I know my mother would vehemently disapprove of if she were here to witness it. At some point she rests her elbows on the table and stares at Dean with a lopsided smile, her eyes seeming to blink at alternating times. “Did you know that Leanne in our class fancies you?” She slurs. “She told me before.”

“No, I didn’t.” He says, bored.

“I don’t think you’re meant to just… spread that around.” I say to her. “She probably didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Who cares?” She responds. “She just shouldn’t have told me then. Obviously I was probably going to say it, like.” I make a mental note to only ever tell her boring lies about myself from now on. 

“You wouldn’t go there?” Marnie asks him. “No love for Leanne?”

“Nope.” He says before polishing off what’s probably his sixth vodka and tonic. 

“Anybody else then? Who do you think is cute in our class?”

He looks amused. “What a question. I don’t know. I don’t think about it really, I go to college to get my degree, not the ride.”

“What utter rubbish, we’re all sexual beings. We can’t help but notice each other, it’s only human nature. Everyone is thinking about sex most, if not all of the time.”

Dean shrugs. 

“Out of the three of us then.” Fiona says. “Go on. If you were to pick one of the girls at this table.”

I laugh awkwardly and stare down at my drink hoping that he doesn’t humour her, but I’m not surprised when Marnie starts egging him on with a self-satisfied smirk on her face because she already knows that he’d pick her. “Yeah go on, just for fun. Who would you choose?”

He shakes his head. 

“Come on. It doesn’t mean anything. I won’t tell, Evie won’t either and Fiona, well, I don’t think she’ll even remember what you say.”

“Hey, bitch. I will” Fiona mumbles. 

“She won’t.” She says to him, and then reaches over the table to start prodding him in the arm because she can see how much he’s resisting. “Come on! Just say it! Just pick one!”

“Christ, alright.” He bats her hands away and then holds his up in a gesture of surrender. “But don’t blame me if someone gets her feelings hurt.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She says sweetly. “Spill it, we don’t mind.”

“Alright…” He says hesitantly. “Well if I had to pick one of you, it’d be…” I watch him scan Fiona first, then Marnie, and then when his eyes slide past hers and lock with mine instead he says: “Evie.”

There’s a pause. I can sense Marnie trying to gather herself. “Oh!” She says in a voice that sounds far too bright and easy. “Cute! Yeah why not?”

“That was a stupid question.” I say defensively. “It doesn’t mean anything, it was just going to make things awkward.”

“I’m not awkward.” She speaks in a cheerful voice but her eyes are hard. “Are you awkward? I’m not awkward.”

“Marns, did you want it to be you?” Fiona says tactlessly. “Sure you have Ulysses and all.”

“Ferdia.” She says tightly. 

“Right, yeah. Fergie Ferg.” She starts trying to rap Fergalicious even though she doesn’t know the words while Dean shifts in his seat. “Do yous want another drink, or?”

“Yeah.” Marnie hands him her empty glass. “Another of these. Take my card.” She opens her purse and tosses her debit card at him across the table. “The number is 3029. I don’t care, just buy whatever you want, doesn’t matter to me.”

“Right.” He says, and then places an unexpected hand on my lower back. I almost spring out of my seat. “Do you want something else?” He asks me. 

“No.” I say. “I’ve probably had enough now, thanks.”

He keeps his hand where it is. “Are you sure?” and slowly, he traces a line up the centre of my spine with his finger that makes me feel like my flesh is jelly around my skeleton and my insides are melting. I can’t suppress the shiver that rips through me, and Marnie’s eyes are scalding when he gets up from his seat. 

“That was all so weird.” I attempt to laugh but it sounds incredibly fake. “What a weird question, I can’t believe he actually answered it.”

“Yes well, now we know.” Her smile is so thin-lipped that her fillers disappear. “I bet you’re secretly thrilled it’s you.”

“No.” I say, feeling a sickening sense of dread because the way that she’s looking at me, the way that she’s talking to me reminds me so much of Kelly and I instantly forget how normal people react to this kind of conversation and revert back to being fifteen in an instant. “No it was super weird to me, I wish he hadn’t said that. I find him really gross.”

“Well, he clearly doesn’t think you are. He thinks you’re the hottest one.”

“I bet he was winding you up, he definitely thinks it’s you. You’re a lot prettier than I am so I don’t know why else he would have picked me. It’s probably just his version of a joke.”

“Youse are both wrong.” Fiona says, interrupting her own lyrical flow. “He wanted to pick me. He was just intimidated.”

Marnie ignores her and takes out her phone so she can look at it instead of me until Dean comes back to the table. 

When we peel out of the bar Marnie immediately hails a taxi from the curb. “Fiona, come on, I’ll get him to drop you off at your door” She takes her friend’s elbow and guides her into the backseat like she’s an elderly blind woman. “You probably can’t come with me because we’re heading south.” She informs me, and when I remind her gently that actually, I’m on the south side too, she huffs: “Well, I’m going out towards East Wall down the seafront so it just wouldn’t be convenient. You’re going to have to get your own taxi or walk.”

“Alright then, that’s fine.” I say and when she closes the car door in my face Dean steps forward immediately and pulls it open again. “The walk is like forty minutes from here for her, would you not just detour?”

“No, sorry.” She slams it. 

“She’s so odd.” He mutters as we watch the taxi pull away. 

“She’s… an individual.” I say with a shrug, and then turn to start towards home. “Well, I might as well start walking.”

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asks me suddenly, and I turn to him where he’s still standing on the footpath, the tie from his work apron hanging somewhat endearingly out of his fleece pocket and trailing on the ground. “There’s still time for another drink somewhere if you want one.”

I consider it for a moment, and then figure I really don’t have anything to lose. What’s another half an hour? “Sure, yeah.” I say. “You pick a place.”

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AHAHAHAHAHAHA I GOT FOUR BINGOS NOW ON @feedthefandomfest's OG BINGO CARD it only took yeeting myself into the GoW fandom fully and also for Arcane season 2 to come out. I AM DETEREMIND TO FINISH THIS DAMN CARD BY THE END OF THE YEAR THO yes I only have a month SHUT UP I CAN DO THIS Arcane season 2 powers me

Rec list time below the cut! Also including one of the fics from the first bingo I got cause I remembered it, lol. (Also, if you haven't watched Act 1 of Arcane, season 2, some of the fics included here will hold spoilers for Act 1! So be wary!)

"Of Atreus and Calliope" by ArlenianChronicles Slams fist, swiftly followed by my head, on table. Inhales sharply, lifts head- THIS. FIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCC- Have you ever wanted to read a fic starring protective big bro Atreus with little sis Calliope going on a cross country/... continental road trip with a healthy dose of family drama, angst, fluff and sibling bonding, followed by a slice-of-life style with the first three seasonings mentioned above coming in spades? Maybe some Sindri grappling with his feelings and trauma as a side dish? And some Atreboda for the sauce? THEN BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE THE FIC FOR YOU! Essentially, it's exactly what I just described. Atreus more or less accidentally kidnaps Calliope from Elsyium which brings her back to life (Kratos' kin are just built different, ig) and the two end up going on a cross country AND continental journey through Greece and the Roman Empire as they try to get back to Midgard, making friends and enemies along the way. Once they do, Calliope learns how to adjust to life in Jotunheim, gets to create a Calliope Found Family Collection, meets a still very angry Sindri and Atreus... Atreus gets to try and figure out how to tell his dad "hey, your daughter's back!" without sending his old man to the grave for the... what, 10th time? I'm really oversimplifying it, but this is already long enough, lol.

Keep in mind, this was written before Valhalla came out, so that's why some things might seem a little off. Also, it's set in the God of War universe. There's a decent amount of canon typical violence in it (also, istg everyone in the cast needs therapy, lmao). It's so good, guys, it's so. GOOD. URGH

"don't do anything you'll regret" by Perfectharmonyloveschaos Have you ever wondered how you make the saddest and most horrifying part of a thing, whether it be a video game, movie, TV show, book, comic or whatever else, EVEN MORE horrifying and sad than it already is? No? Well, too bad, I'm introducing a fic to you that managed to do that anyways. I was left SPEECHLESS when I finished reading it, all I knew was that felt the jumble of emotions I did when Brok died but WORSE. And honestly, that's a pretty damn impressive feat.

Uh, in regards to TWs... Well, how many of you know the myth where Loki gets his mouth sewn shut? Cause, uh... Odin does that to Atreus. And it's violent. Also Brok still dies, so.

"Nightmares Everlasting" by tinycrown So good so good so good so SO good, holy shit- (this can be applied to ALL of their GoW fics, lol) Basic plot, Atreus has a vision of the prophecy where his dad dies at Thor's hand, and DOES NOT LIKE IT. Featuring good dad Kratos caring for his son during the aftermath of the vision. My GODS the way this person writes Atreus scratches an itch in my brain SO WELL

"Burnt Primrose" by fayeerie A very good fic following Freyr and his experiences with fire. He doesn't like it very much. Featuring a little study on his relationship with Freya pre marriage to Odin.

Freyr gets set on fire here, and while it's not terribly graphic, it could still be quite uncomfy for some, so tread carefully!

"serendipity" by quoichiant A Yone/Aphelios slowburn AU, with extremely overworked and stressed out college student Aphelios, and a honestly done with life producer!Yone. So, funny story. I remembered I commented on this one for the rarepair spot not long after I uploaded my first bingo, lol. Then I wondered if they actually count as a rarepair, so I decided to check. The League of Legends fandom on AO3 has 19,515 works (at the time of checking). Of those works, the Yone/Aphelios pairing has 56. Yeah, I think they count, at least for me and my tastes, XD

"Got Your Heart In A Headlock" by GerardRay_15 A CaitVi fic. A very good, very tender, very loving CaitVi fic. I sorely needed this, lmao.

It's implied that Vi has a past of sexual abuse in this one, so tread carefully!

"If you want me to, I'll share my heart" by N3VERAGOD Just a sweet, fluffy CaitVi fic that I DESPERATELY needed after the gut punch known as episode 3 of season 2 (iykyk)

It's implied these two fucked the night before the fic takes place, and they're both naked, although nothing is ever explicitly stated (minus some kiss attacks)

"Of the Northmost Winds and Skies" by xxiyu I feel like this is one of the more famous HiJack fics out there, lol. And for good reason! SUCH a good fic, always happy to come back to it if I need a pick me up. Another 'Jack gets yeeted back to the past' fic, but this time with Jaime and Baby Tooth along for the ride! And not only do they meet the Berkians, but they also meet an enemy I think Jack would've liked to have never met for the rest of his life, lol. Also, if you like slowburn, HERE YOU GO! YOU GET... good, lord, I think like, 19-ish chapters of pining?? I think halfway through it I started yelling out loud, "oh, would you just kiss already, you dumb gay fucks(affectionate)??", if that gives you any idea how well it was written, lol.

Aaaand, that's it for this round! With Arcane season 2 here, I'll probably be satiating myself between Acts with fics, so hopefully I'll be able to finish the last four spots in quick succession! Still super happy I decided to do this challenge - my confidence needed it, and I think it's even been helping a little with my social anxiety?? Who knows, lol

Anyways, bye!

[wild-lavender-rose]

Hi! If requests are open, i'd like a HawkeyePierceXgn/f!reader where they're a doctor too and friends with bj and hawk. They flirt EVERYWHERE (everyone is sick of it and wishes they would admit their feelings). Reader is worried he won't turn from his player ways. They argue and both get upset and mopey. Bj locks them somewhere until they'll talk again. They confess their feelings. They get together and still flirt and bj almost regrets setting them up. Only write if you're interested of course!

It's so crazy that this has been in my inbox for over a year and I still haven't responded :/ my sincerest apologies, anon. Here is the answer to your request, I wanted to do a kind of mini-series in order to do such a detailed storyline justice :)

Part 1-

You were in line to get food in the mess tent when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and pull you close. "Freeze, this is a hold up. You've been charged with simultaneous beauty and intelligence."

"Guilty as charged, officer." You look over your shoulder to smile up at Hawkeye holding you from behind. "You gonna arrest me?"

"I'm gonna arrest both of you and put you in separate cells to cool off." B.J. groaned as he grabbed a metal food tray and cut into line in front of you.

"Ignore the warden, he left his funny bone back in the O.R.." Hawkeye gave your waist a squeeze before letting go, the gesture leaving your heart stuttering.

"We all did." Margaret brushed past you to refill her coffee cup. "Can't you two just grow up and go out?"

"I'm waiting for the right time." Hawkeye said, grimacing at the slop the cook dropped onto his tray.

Your fluttering heart gave a painful twist. Would it ever be the right time? And if it was, and Hawkeye did ask, would you say yes? You glanced over at a table of nurses chattering together. It was no secret that Hawkeye had been out with most of them. You and him were too close. If Hawkeye played you like all the others it would ruin the friendship you had established long before the moment you realized you were in love with him. And that was too precious a thing to endanger, especially in the middle of a war.

"Ya' want gravy?" The cook asked.

"No thanks," you set your empty tray down. "I've lost my appetite."

Part 2-

You were playing cards with B.J. when Hawkeye walked into the Swamp, humming to himself as he regarded the two of you. "Evening, ladies and gents."

"Evening." B.J. returned. You were silent, focusing on your cards even as Hawkeye burst into song.

"Oh what a beautiful night, a beautiful night, a beautiful night for romance!" He danced over to you, holding out a hand. "Dance with me."

"Not tonight." You smacked a card down. "Your turn, Beej."

"Oh come on. The night is young, the girls are pretty, and I am in the mood-"

"Not tonight, Hawk." You repeated.

Hawkeye stopped dancing, his brow furrowed.

"You heard her, Hawk." B.J. placed his card on top of hers. "Even though I don't believe her myself."

"Go find another girl to lead on." You snapped, regretting it the moment it left your mouth.

"What? Is this because of my date with Nurse Foster last week?"

"No, it's not because of Foster or Smith or Julia or Helen," you smacked a card down so hard it fell off the table. "Why should I care about the girls you go out with?!"

"Sweetheart, I don't understand,"

"Stop calling me sweetheart, Doctor Pierce." You got up and threw the rest of the cards down. "I forfeit, B.J. I'm going to bed."

"Hey, wait." Hawkeye grabbed your arm. "What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing." You pulled your arm away, tears stinging your eyes. "Just leave me alone."

And with that you walked out of the Swamp, letting the door swing shut hard behind you.

Part 3-

"But why can't you get them?" You groaned as you walked into the dark supply closet.

"I have to help Radar with his ripped teddy bear." B.J. gave you a pouting face. "You wouldn't want him to be sitting in agony any longer than he has to, would you?"

"Who, Radar or the bear?" You rolled your eyes but gave him a smile. "You owe me."

"Thank you." B.J. grinned as he closed the supply closet door.

You sighed as you consulted the list of supplies on the clipboard in your hand. This was going to take forever.

You had barely started when someone else opened the door. "Hey, Beej, can't we just meet in the Swamp?"

You froze. Hawkeye. You hadn't spoken to him since the night you stormed out of the Swamp.

"Afraid not, Hawk." B.J. stepped back with a grin. "You'll thank me for this later."

And with that, B.J. closed the door and locked it, trapping you and Hawkeye inside. Together.

"B.J.?!" You dropped your clipboard and brushed past Hawkeye. "B.J.!" You banged on the door. "This isn't funny, Beej. Let me out!"

There was no response. You gave the door handle a vicious twist, then kicked the door hard. "Shit, B.J.! I don't want to talk to him."

"Maybe he wants to talk to you." Hawkeye offered.

You tensed, keeping your back to him. "I don't want to do this. Just...just leave me alone."

"Sweetheart,"

"Don't call me that."

"Listen," Hawkeye took you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him. "This is ridiculous. We're surrounded by a hell hole of ridiculousness, the last thing I want is to have any extra ridiculousness between us."

You stared up at him, wanting so badly to just tell him your feelings. But you couldn't, it wasn't worth the price of friendship. But the anger you felt was costing you your friendship as well.

You shook your head, eyes filling with tears. "I can't keep doing this." You hid your face in your hands. "I can't."

Hawkeye whispered your name, drawing you against him. You buried your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist as if he was the only thing keeping you upright. Because he was. Hawkeye was your lifeline in this war, and you loved him.

"I love you." He whispered.

Your head jerked up. "What?"

"I love you." Hawkeye's blue eyes glistened with tears as he brushed yours away. "I love you more than anything."

"But, the other nurses."

"I haven't gone out with them for months."

"What?? But the flirting, Nurse Foster,"

"Honey, they don't even want to go out with anymore. Apparently I'm no fun when I'm in love with someone else."

"Hawk." Your mouth opened in shock, followed by a slow smile. "Hawkeye,"

"Can I kiss you?"

You responded by kissing him long and hard, not even noticing the chorus of whistles and applause from the other side of the supply closet door. You would be annoyed at B.J. and everyone else who had put together this scheme. But for now, it was just you and Hawkeye.

Part 4-

You were in line for breakfast when you felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrap around your waist.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Hawkeye smiled as he kissed you. "What're your plans on this beautiful morning in the pit of hell?"

"I've got post-op duty with B.J. in an hour." You kissed him again before returning your attention to the cook plopping foreign substances on your tray, loving the way Hawkeye kept an arm firmly around your waist. "You?"

"I'm going to be making a certain B.J. Hunnicutt very happy within the next hour."

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"I'm going to trade post-op shifts with him. Spend a little quality time with the woman of my dreams." Hawkeye grabbed a tray and gave it a twirl, making you smile.

"I wish B.J. had never gotten you two together." Margaret grumbled, refilling her coffee cup with a scowl. "You two are worse than before!"

"I'm afraid it's only going to get worse, Margaret." You fiddled with the emerald engagement ring Hawkeye had gotten you from Tokyo, loving the way it sparkled in the sunlight.

"I love you, sweetheart." Hawkeye whispered, kissing the side of your head.

"I love you, Hawk." You whispered back.

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