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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friends older brother fic

previous part linked here

all you can do is stare.

there’s the smallest hint of gray hairs mixed in with his natural color. his hair is longer, but it’s still the same color. he has the faintest smile lines near his eyes and that small wisp of a beard that he used to always sport is long gone.

he looks younger. what you assume is his youngest daughter is wearing a sparkly green bracelet. green was always sammy’s favorite color. they both seem to have his nose – though that’s really the only resemblance they bear, since they almost entirely take after the lady at their side.

she had to be younger than him, a willowing black dress clinging lovingly to her figure. she had the same smile lines and that short haircut that you find young moms always sported, with three stacked silver chains and a glittering diamond on her finger.

you wonder if she smells like vanilla like your mom does.

“don’t react.”

you turn to your left to find sammy at your side, sukuna and yuuji hovering in the background with matching hazel eyes filled with concern. you shake your head – throwing away the image of their picture perfect smiles – as you focus on sammy, mostly on the fact that her upper lip is trembling.

sammy was always the favorite.

“what did you say?” you ask.

“don’t react.” sammy repeats.

you pause, mulling over the thought.

“okay.” you respond.

“yeah? because we can’t give that asshole the satisfaction. he has no right barging in here the way he just did.” sammy seethes.

you give her a nod, before she takes her side next to you on the wall, the four of you leaning against the wallpaper. sukuna slithers his hand into yours, offering you a smile that you don’t return, before focusing back on the four of them in the living room.

it annoyed you – that you didn’t have enough time to really consider what the best course of action would be. not reacting, you suppose you could understand the appeal. of showing him that you were above him, that he didn’t even warrant a response.

but deep down, you wondered if that would bother you the day after next. if you would be standing in the shower, rinsing the soap out of your hair, and somehow come up with the right thing to say, that would perfectly encapsulate whatever it was that you were feeling.

though you suppose that’s easier said than done. you can barely put words to whatever it is that’s forming in your chest.

you watch as he talks to sukuna’s old basketball coach. so loudly animated as he chats – about how the property values are better two towns over and how the school district is better for the girls. you wonder if the coach thinks it’s offensive. you wonder if he ever considered that you and sammy needed to switch to a better school too.

and it happens in a split second – your dad catching the sight of the four of you – before lifting off the couch and closing the distance between you. yuuji shoots you a weary glance as he gives the four of you a bright smile, before clearing his throat.

you catch a slight whiff of the lemon smell as he walks up, though the lingering scent of smoke you remember gone all together.

“sukuna. is that you?”

you look over at sukuna, watching as he swallows hard, before clenching his jaw.

“yes.”

you watch as he frowns, before pressing one of his hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry for your loss, kid.” he states.

“sure. thanks.” sukuna responds, rather stiffly.

you can tell that your dad finds the situation uncomfortable – being treated so blandly by the kid he watched grow up, a kid that he knows could surely be more expressive than that – as his eyes flicker over to you and then back to sukuna.

“your dad told me you studied abroad in europe. is this a pretty girlfriend you brought back?”

you bite down so hard on your cheek that all you taste is metallic blood pouring out of the side of your mouth. the implication makes all of you seethe.

that he still talked to people in town. that sukuna’s dad had known his whereabouts, probably for years. and worst of all, that he didn’t recognize you.

“what?” sukuna hisses.

your dad turns over to you, eyes bright, as he holds his hand out. you can feel a sensational burning in the back of your eyes.

“he always used to brag about how his son was studying with the greats. i’m mr. l/n. i’ve known sukuna since he was little.” he states, holding his hand out.

you swallow down the lump of bile, before extending your hand out to him, unsettled by the freezing cold feeling.

that was in no way what mr. itadori said. and he didn't know sukuna, only briefly, when he was little, before he ran away. and you know exactly who he is – far too well.

“nice to meet you.” you mumble.

“take care of this one, okay? he’s a tough one, but we all need a little love sometimes.” he jokes, lightly tapping sukuna on the shoulder.

you watch as he gives sukuna a lingering smile, before shuffling over two steps to where sammy is. sukuna places his hands on your shoulders, his eyes boring into yours – like he’s trying to beckon for your attention – as you watch the two of them.

“hi sammy girl.” he whispers.

you watch as sammy’s eyes water. sukuna watches as you clench your jaw.

“hi dad.” she whispers.

so much for not reacting.

you wonder if you would have broken just as fast if he recognized you. though you suppose you’ll never know, because he didn’t.

it’s a long list of things you’ll never know. the questions that bother you at night – the ones that expose that deep rooted rot that festered in your brain – seem to come to the surface for the first time, in broad daylight.

when did he fall out of love with your mom? when was sukuna going to fall out of love with you? why does he have such a distaste for you? if you were more polite like sammy, would he have stayed? if you screamed a little louder, would the begging have worked?

“i wanted to tell you something.”

you watch as he slings his hand around sammy’s shoulder, squeezing hard, before pointing to the two little girls that are seated on the couch, the two of which were making a mess of mrs. itadori’s coaster set. you wonder what she’d think fo all of this, if she wasn’t so preoccupied.

“those are my girls. claire and molly.”

you watch as sammy scrunches up her nose, her fists clenched into little balls at her side.

“molly was born a year ago. she’s a little shy, but she loves music. but claire, claire’s the exact opposite. headstrong, strong-willed. exactly how a big sister should be.”

“so?” sammy asks, her voice dripping with attitude.

he shakes his head.

“what i mean is that my girl claire reminds me of you. my first girl. so much so, that…well. claire and molly are real special to me. but you, my sammy girl, are always going to be the person who made me a father. that’s why i made claire’s name claire samantha.”

you watch the tears spill from sammy’s eyes, the most bitter contempt in her eyes, as she turns to him, wiping away the stray.

the questions return. what festers in someone to breed such cruelty? what horrors could you and sammy had exacted in your past life to deserve it? how much pressure does it take before something cracks?

would sammy ever get over the fact that she had basically, for all intents and purposes, been replaced? which one is worse – not warranting recognition or just enough to be traded out for the shinier new model?

“thanks dad. that’s real kind of you.” she mutters, crossing her hands over her chest before leaning back against the wall.

you watch as his face falls, albeit halfheartedly – the clear inclination that he didn’t really mind that the statement didn’t land as he intended – before he turns back to the three of you and gives you an awkward smile.

“family stuff.” he mutters.

he disgusts you.

“well, i’ll take my leave. molly’s about to start fussing. i’m very sorry for your loss again, boys.”

you watch as he walks off, retreating back to the couch and picking up claire – claire samantha – before you feel sukuna’s lips on your temple, his hands rubbing circles into your side. yuuji’s at sammy’s side, offering her his pocket square which she takes.

“oh shit.” sammy mutters.

“what?” you ask.

“he’s going to the patio, where mom is.”

you clear your throat, turning on your heel to move, before sammy reaches for your elbow.

“it’s better if you stay here. you don’t want to make things worse when he realizes it’s actually you.” sammy responds, before walking off towards the direction of the room.

sukuna watches as you step back, cursing the fact that sammy, for the most part, always seemed to have a horrible way with words, as he reaches for your hand.

he knows what she meant. that whatever reaction your mom was going to warrant would get infinitely worse when she realized that your own father wasn’t able to recognize you at first glance.

but she didn’t need to say it like that, sinking words placing the blame on you.

“she didn’t mean it like that.” yuuji states.

sukuna watches as you look over at yuuji, face blank, as you nod. he can see that you’re picking at the scab from the shot glass a few days prior on your hand, but you sidestep too fast before he stick his hand in between yours and make you stop.

“i know.” you respond.

it stings.

“i’m just going to take a minute. i’ll be back.” you respond.

you drag your feet as fast as they can take you to sukuna’s room, before shutting the door behind you, quick and fast breaths heaving out of your chest as your vision blurs. sukuna’s voice is quiet, muffled by the wood.

“hey. i’m on the other side when you’re ready for me, okay pretty girl?”

you sit in sukuna’s room for two hours, watching the sun sink down into the horizon from his window, watching as people trail in and out of the front door from below. it’s a pretty sunset – a vibrant mix of purple, blue, and pink – with the clouds swirling beneath.

if sukuna’s dad was a different type of guy, you’d almost think it was a sign from him. that sweet solace that people felt – seeing their loved ones in the beauty of nature.

though, you’d figure he’d be more of a hurricane or a tornado, wrecking havoc to everything he touched, as opposed to a pretty sunet that shed light.

sitting at the windowsill is the first time you realize that from sukuna’s vantage point, he’s always had a perfect view of your bedroom window. it’s not exactly level, so you assume that he was probably never able to see much, except for if your light was on or off and if your curtains were pulled.

you wonder how often he stared at it.

you find one of his sukuna’s old hoodies and pull it over your dress, before climbing into his sheets and pressing your face into his pillow. it smells faintly of his shampoo, the smell so sweetly comforting, as you feel your eyes swell up, the choking feeling in your throat unbearable.

the sounds that leave you are embarrassing, but luckily, you’re the only one who can hear them.

[sammy]: mai came to get me. let’s talk tomorrow okay?

the typing bubble appears, before disappearing. and after a few minutes, a second text followers.

[sammy]: i love you.

you wonder if that complicated, infected part of your brain that seemed to always cultivate some type of disgust for sammy, even when nothing really happened, was a part that you got from your dad.

you’re almost positive that it is. and it bothers you that it somehow feels like it’s something so fundamental, almost biological, that she’ll always rub salt into a wound that you can’t even heal.

you turn your phone off instead.

“are you okay? your mom mentioned that you went upstairs pretty abruptly, said you needed a minute.”

sukuna looks up to find your mom standing there, two ice cold bottles of water in her hands, before she plops down on the carpet next to him, hiking her knees to her chest. the usual picture of perfect hair is astray, the front stands pulled out, and sukuna absentmindedly wonders if you get your hair pulling habit from her.

he doesn’t respond. only because what he said was a lie.

not entirely at least. it was true that he needed a minute, it was just an obstruction of truth that he really needed to take that minute for you.

sukuna notes that she doesn’t mind the silence that much – not only because it’s something that she was well versed in, the mere fact that sukuna didn’t really like to talk when it came to things like this – and instead changes the subject.

“has she come out yet?” she asks.

“no. did yuuji tell you what happened?” sukuna responds.

she smiles, leaning her head back against the rungs of the stairs.

“you missed quite a show downstairs.”

“what?”

she laughs, before reaching up to mess with the ends of the strand closest to her ear.

“he walked out onto the patio with his wife, cindy he said her name was, because he wanted to offer his condolences. your mom responded by slapping him across the face.”

sukuna wishes he was there to see it. or do it himself.

“he was about to start yelling but that’s when sammy came out. i got the gist of what happened before, because sammy basically dragged him out on his ear, giving him a choice set of words about how he can’t gives his new daughter the same names as his old ones, and that he wasn’t her father, no matter how much he deluded himself into thinking that he was.”

sukuna watches as she pauses, taking a shaky breath.

“he told sammy that he wouldn’t really want to be their father anyways, which is why he left, and yuuji punched him in the face.”

sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose.

“i really did miss a show, didn’t i?” he mutters.

“nothing we aren’t used to. i’d think hell froze over if there wasn’t some type of drama at this thing. though, i’d expect violent dramatics from you, not yuuji.”

sukuna shakes his head.

“he came up and talked to all of us before you. he didn’t even recognize y/n, he…he thought she was some girlfriend i brought home from studying abroad. and i’d almost understand it – she was really little when she left – but there’s no excuse. she looks the exact same.” sukuna offers.

sukuna looks over, seeing the same bridge of your nose mirrored in her face, before looking back at the faded paint chipping off the wood of his bedroom door. he wished that he had yuuji’s horrible habits of hoarding snacks in his room, just so that you weren’t sitting in there crying.

“do you have the key?”

“what?”

“the key to the door.” she states.

sukuna bites at his lip.

“i’m not going to open it. or give it to you. she’ll come out when she’s ready for me.” sukuna mutters.

he watches as she laughs, full bellied and warm, before reaching forward and tangling the matted mess of his hair off of his forehead.

“have i ever been one to force you to do anything?”

sukuna sighs, slumping against the wall, before shaking his head.

he had heard the sentiment before, the first time he carried his tired and bleeding knees to the porch, after being kicked out of his house for the first time.

he nearly beat his knuckles bloody from knocking on the door loud enough before she came down, tired and weary eyes that were instantly snapped awake at his crying. and he can’t exactly remember what it was that he said, though he assumes that it wasn’t short of rudeness.

when he begged to stay. and when she let him in without a second glance, he said it quietly.

“you can’t force me to tell you what happened.”

and the response was always the same – the seventh, eight, and ninth time – before he finally got a understood.

have i ever been one to force you to do anything?

“do me a favor, sukuna.” she states.

“okay.”

“let me take care of your mom.”

sukuna looks over at her, taken aback by the sentiment. he was half expecting the half hearted lecture that sammy gave him months prior, about being careful and gentle with her sister, and was expecting a tougher version of that to come from what he knew was a very opinionated and defensive woman.

“what?”

“the worst part is over. i appreciate you picking up slack with me where you could and i’m sorry i couldn’t help more.”

sukuna shakes his head.

“she was basically debilitated. you had to stay with her.” he offers.

“and you sicked my daughter on your brother. but his boyfriend has got him for the rest and i’ll be with your mom for the foreseeable future, like i always have been.”

“i don’t think –”

“you’re leaving here tonight. and you’re taking my daughter with you.” she states.

sukuna shrugs.

“i can’t just leave her. she’s my mom and…and she’s been so fucking fragile for the past few days. you saw how she acted when –”

“and you’re her son. that’s not your job.”

she pauses.

“you step back and take care of my daughter. and maybe more importantly, let my daughter take care of you.” she whispers, raking her fingers through his hair again.

sukuna feels a shiver down his spine, before shaking his head. he can’t just leave.

“no.”

“sukuna.”

he shakes his head again, this time more fervently.

he can’t just leave. he can’t just pawn his own mother off to her and his brother to megumi and walk away.

“you know that godawful, shitty dining table downstairs that your dad picked out? the one that we gave to goodwill when he left for his trip to new york?”

“yeah.”

he remembered the fight that followed after when he realized it was gone. and sometimes, he wondered why his mom would pick a fight over something so trivial as a table.

“it was really heavy. seeing it every day irritated her to no end – that this was her house and her space and that he had taken over it another time. it pissed your mom off so much that every night, after they fought, she’d try to push it out of that damn room on her own. ”

sukuna snorts.

“i remember that.”

she smiles.

“i remember it too. watching her try to push it out of that room on her own, barely making a dent in moving it the merest inch. i think sammy even took a picture of it with that shitty disposable camera i bought her.”

sukuna rubs his palms together.

“okay.”

“i ended up helping her. carried one side and we were able to move it a few more inches. it didn’t really do much, so i got that piece of shit down the street, to help us too. and the old guy who used to live next door, the handyman. your dad was on a three day trip and it took five of us to push that god forsaken table out of the house.”

sukuna feels her pull him closer, wrapping him in a hug. it makes his chest pang, eerily similar to the feeling of being sixteen and sitting on the fact that he was going to leave without saying goodbye.

“my point is that there’s just some things you can’t carry alone, son.”

sukuna feels his throat dry. his eyes water, as he understands – the embarrassing and pitiful question spilling out as a byproduct.

“what if it’s too heavy for her? what…what if i can’t hold her up?” he asks, shaking his head as his voice cracks.

what if sukuna breaks his lifeline? an even worse fate than you dying – being the one responsible for killing you.

she smiles, before gesturing to her left, where sukuna sees yuuji standing.

“you’re more than capable, sukuna. you always have been. and there’s always an extra set of hands to help you lift.”

the thought comes an hour later.

maybe his mom did get to meet the love of her life. and maybe it just wasn’t the person he was expecting it to be.

the second one that follows makes even more sense.

of course the love was always going to be there between you and him. it was destined before you even got here. genetic even.

you make it back home around two in the morning, to three plastic wrapped plates of dinner and megumi asleep on your couch.

it feels a little bit like intruding, but the two of you can’t help but stare as yuuji lightly nudges megumi to wake up, the latter of whom literally bolts up at the sight of him, arms quick on his face before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

you look over at sukuna, gesturing for him to turn around with you, as sukuna unboxes the closest package – the replacement of the broken mug from your birthday – as you hear the two of them retreat, a quiet goodnight whispered to the pair of you.

“which mug do you want?” he asks.

“we can just share.”

there’s a ghost of a smile on his face as he wraps his hands around your wrists, his touch warm as he pulls you forward, tucking you straight into his arms and resting his chin against the top of your head.

and you’re not sure when it starts, but it’s not long before he’s quietly weeping, his frame shaking under you as you bury yourself closer to him, his heart pounding under your ear as you run your hands up and down his arms, quietly whispering into his ears.

he doesn’t stop. he makes no inclination of stopping and it sends a shiver down your spine.

you pull back, cupping his flushed pink cheeks, and wiping away the wetness from his eyelashes before locking your fingers together behind his neck.

“you took my jacket.” he whispers, voice strained.

“it was cold in your room.” you respond.

he nods, before leaning his forehead against yours, quietly trying to steady his breaths in pace with yours, before he abruptly pulls away, and leans against the granite.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

he gestures his head to the left, where yuuji is standing, before quickly wiping the wetness from his face and pouring the warm milk into the mug. you give him a nod before retreating over to where yuuji is standing, his eyes glued to sukuna.

“yuuji?”

yuuji looks over at you, shaking his head.

“sorry. i wanted to take a shower. do you –”

“i’ll get you a towel, yuu.”

yuuji watches as you retreat, socks sliding on the tile, as he runs his hand through his hair, a deeply sweltering hot regret in his chest.

he had you pegged all wrong. both of you, written off the second he found out about it.

yuuji had the tiniest glimpse of it the other day. the way you so freely ranted to sukuna, watching as he quietly attended to you by braiding your hair to stop you from pulling at it, really – exuding a quiet comfort he didn’t even know he possessed.

but this was worse. because while you were being exactly who he knew you to be – maybe just shocked that you were able to do it with someone else – what he just saw in the short amount of time – sukuna freely crying, or more importantly, openly humbling himself to let someone in to help him crawl out – it was foreign.

unheard of. yuuji was almost positive that sukuna hadn’t even done it before, being so vulnerable with someone.

and he had been giving him a hard time for it

“here’s your towel.”

yuuji grabs your hand as you hand it over to him, squeezing hard as he looks up at you, teary eyed.

“thank you.”

for loving my brother.

“of course. get some rest.” you respond, giving him a smile as you watch him retreat back to the room.

sukuna’s crying has ceased when you make your way back to the kitchen. there’s a steaming cup of hot chocolate with a godawful amount of marshmallows and whipped cream, that he passes over to you for the first sip.

“i’m back.” you respond.

he nods, as he place the cup in your hand hand. and it’s a searing warmth in your cheeks as sukuna lifts his hand, wiping the whipped cream residue from the top of your lip.

“real cute.” he responds, before licking the excess off his own fingers.

you shrug.

“i try.”

he smiles, taking the mug from you.

you’re confused by what happens next – because it looks like he’s going to say something, even going as far as opening his mouth to start talking, before he clamps it shut, with something steaming behind his eyes that you can’t really understand.

and he does it a few times.

“are you okay?”

“yeah. yeah, i just…was trying to figure out how to talk.”

“how to talk?” you ask.

“you know. about all the stuff.”

you hum in response, before looping your arm around his torso, watching the marshmallows slowly dampen under the warm liquid, the smallest amount of steam still leaving the glass.

“it’s probably a lot.” you murmur.

“you have no idea.”

“how about you pick one thing? and we’ll do one thing at a time.”

sukuna nods, heaving a deep sigh, before tangling his free hand into your hair.

“my dad was a piece of shit.”

one of the marshmallows sinks down into the cup, the curved waves of the whipped cream disintegrating with it.

“i mean…my dad was a piece of shit. he died a piece of shit and now he won’t ever be anything else.”

you nod.

“do you…do you know those lifetime shows? where people go on the news and talk about how…how different things changed their lives? like families getting out of horrible financial situations and being happy or people finally getting time to put the work in to better themselves?”

“yeah.”

“i had this really, really crappy thought that i held on to when i was a kid. that some day, that prick would just wake up, and realize what really mattered. that he’d put in the work, that i’d watch my mom get what she deserved, and…and he’d come to my wedding.” he murmurs.

sukuna shakes his head, before clenching his jaw.

“knowing him, the last thing he probably said about you was shitty. and not because he was some vile, sick asshole filled with hatred for you – but hatred for me. for yuuji. for the fact that you were fine with yuuji just as he was. liked me just as i am.”

the steam from the mug is gone.

“that stupid asshole died just as he was. a homophobic, misogynistic prick. he won’t ever change.”

you lean your head against his shoulder.

“still hurts, doesn’t it?” you ask.

sukuna nods.

and thanks his lucky stars that you had that in you, to parse out what he really meant. that his dad died just as he was and now sukuna knows that whatever it was he lost out on is something he won’t ever be able to get back.

grief for what was never going to be.

“more than you know.” he responds.

sukuna pauses.

“what do you think about it?” he asks.

you look down at the mug.

“that it’s his loss.”

“what?”

“by some turn of fate, your dad was very undeservingly blessed with two very loving children. it’s his loss that he’s died without even getting to feel even an inch of that. and i get it, that on paper, his legacy, his career – it’s seemed so worthwhile to people at your house. that even though he died young, he lived a very full life.”

you push the mug over to him.

“to me, it always seemed like he was chasing something. a better title at work, a bigger party he could throw to show off, anything that made him feel like he was larger than life. and i feel sorry for him. he’s had two boys that give the word love meaning under his roof for all these years and it’s embarrassing for him that he never got to feel it.”

you shrug.

“you won’t ever get to have the dad you wanted. but he won’t ever get to reap the benefits, the good love, of what he already had.”

sukuna leans forward, gentle hands on your cheeks, before locking his lips with yours, the kiss mixed in with his quiet tears.

the best kind of kiss he could give you – affectionate. devoted. and bare. you felt like the smallest parts of him were in the palm of your hand, to cherish and preserve.

“your turn.” he whispers.

you snort.

“do you have short term memory loss? i just told you what i thought.”

sukuna shakes his head, wiping the wetness on the back of his hand, before clearing his throat.

“i gave you three hours in that room. it’s your turn.”

you elbow him in the side, before lifting the mug with your hands.

“i gave you a week.”

“you’ve always been more patient than me. i nearly broke the door down.”

you roll your eyes.

“i know you have a key.”

“and i’d never use it.” sukuna affirms.

you smile, seeping in the warmth of the ceramic mug, as you look down at the flowery print, a mottled mess of liquid swimming from everything you had mixed in the cup.

“some part of me thinks that i’m rotten.”

sukuna watches as you set the mug down, reaching for the ends of your hair as you twirl them in your fingers.

“what?”

you sigh, warm tears in your eyes.

“i always thought that there was something wrong with me. there was always a rotten part of me, deep down, and everything i was doing was to keep it from getting out. like…like an infection or something.”

“okay.” sukuna whispers, his tone in his voice beckoning for you to continue.

“he’s vile. he’s vile for showing up to your dad’s funeral. for not even saying a word to yuuji when he was there the day he was born, for trying to sweet talk on your behalf like he knows you or something. having a new family, two new girls, not even sparing a second glance to what came before.”

you pause.

“and he’s my dad. he’s vile and sometimes i feel like he’s…he’s in my head. that some part of him is always going to be intertwined with me and deep down, running through my blood, and that’s why i won’t ever win.”

sukuna reaches forward, cupping your warm cheeks in the palm of his hands. and you look up at him, warm brown hazel eyes so washed in concern for you, and it makes your chest hurt.

“i look at you and all i can think about is that one day, it’ll be the last time you’ll look at me like that. because you’ll leave. you’ll realize that it’s just lipstick on a pig, or…or too much and you’ll take your leave for something better.”

sukuna wishes that he was the one who got to punch him instead of yuuji.

“what do you think?” you ask.

sukuna drops his hold, lifting your hands against his lips and pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

“that i wish i punched him instead.” he states.

“what? someone punched him?”

sukuna smiles.

“my mom slapped him. and yuuji punched him. everyone got to have their cake except for me.”

you snort.

“i wish it was me. because i think he’s sick in the head.”

typical. sukuna was never one to really mince his words.

“i think it’s absolutely disgusting that he left without a trace and that the one person he talked to when he left was my dad – though i suppose that’s fitting.”

sukuna pauses.

“it’s been criminal to watch your mom suffer when she’s one of the first people who gave me a lifeline…and when she brought my second lifeline into this world.”

you smile.

“i think any bit of harshness or judgment i’ve passed on sammy is unfair, because i think i’d be immeasurably cruel at times too if the one person who was required to love me felt that i was special enough to deserve a replacement, but not enough to be the one who was actually loved.”

you sigh..

“and i think it’s batshit insane that he was unable to recognize you when most of the time, you’re the only person in the room with me. it’s entirely unbelievable to me that the one person he gave no recognition to is probably the only person who would ever deserve it.”

sukuna looks down at you and frowns.

“you’re a considerate daughter, a compassionate sister – maybe even when you shouldn’t be – and the warmest friend that my brother has ever had.”

sukuna leans forward, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead.

“you’re a beautiful girlfriend, so painfully kind-hearted towards me that i’m half convinced you’re god with the way you’re able to fix everything with just your hands. you’re everything good and every part of you is worth acknowledging and appreciating. it’s humiliating for your dad that he’s part of the reason you’re here – and that he won’t ever be able to realize that his greatest accomplishment is you.”

you lean forward, tucking yourself into his neck, and it makes sukuna shiver – the cold tears running down his neck as you quietly sob, your voice muffled against the fabric of his jacket.

“you think i’m god?” you sniffle.

sukuna rolls his eyes, unable to contain his smile.

“of course that’s what you take away from it.”

you lean back, looking up at him and the smile on his face. and you commit it to memory – the laugh, the love in the silence, and how it persists in the pain.

“people worship gods.” you clarify.

“and i worship you.”

you curl your nose in disgust.

“ew, sukuna.”

“you’re not saying ew when i’m doing it. it sounds a lot more like –”

you wrap your hand over his mouth, before shushing him.

“your brother is in the next room over.”

“he’s always such a thorn in my side.” sukuna mutters, earning you a laugh from him.

the two of you retreat after the fact. you wash sukuna’s hair in the shower. he insists on doing your skincare for you. and the sun rises on the two of you the next day.

next part linked here

an: LOL. ok I write dream girl now I just wanted to get that out of me.

edit: someone left an ??? upset? or like...idk the word for it comment on ao3 about the fact that it's kind of toxic that sukuna calls her god at the end. pls know that it's JUST a metaphor and he's just trying to compare her to something that's really important and being hyperbolic 💌

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So out of nowhere this december, i've been hit with nostalgia and decided it was time to rewatch Buffy The Vampire Slayer's entire series after the last time it aired on tv, meaning 20 years ago.

Not only it shaped a whole side of my lil sister personality, it is also the favorite show of one of my cousin and closest friends.

And considering the state i'm in after finishing season 7, i know for sure Spike is the origin of my utter love for anti-heros, England and ennemies-to-lovers trope.

He is one of those characters that stay with you forever.

C'mon look at him, LO_OK.

I had very few memories of the show, only some big moments: Angel leaving for a spinoff, Spike ♥, Dark Willow, Spuffy - Basically I remembered almost nothing.

The first season set the tone for me, i forgot the serie was very funny, and what worked right away was the simple fact that they didn't act seriously either, the actors looked like they just had fun. On top of that, even if i already knew that, the show is very feminist and advanced for its time.

I also forgot how much of an asshole Xander is. lol

The worst season for me is clearly season 4, and between you and me, and me and you, it's unsurprisingly because of Riley and the army.

The best season is obviously season 6, and not only for Spike and Spuffy but for Buffy's whole personality.

I have so much to say about the show really, but I'll stay focused and talk about the two ships: Bangel and Spuffy (and a bit of Riley). Note that it is purely my point of view, based on what i like to see and read in fiction and how I perceive the characters, there is clearly a big difference compared to real life. As well as any "bitch" mentioned here is only affectionate. And if you're crazy enough to read the entire post, I apologise in advance for the many mistakes in my writing, as English is not my mother tongue.

The moment i'm writing this VERY long ass post, I've only just started to watch Angel the series for the first time and I've only seen the first season, so my thoughts on him may change in the future, but I don't think my pov on the ships will. I am also aware of some events in seasons 8 to 12 (comics).

• Bangel:

To be honest I liked their love story more when Angel was Angelus.

First, them falling in love never really clicked, I guess they played the love at first sight trope, but she was 15 and he was 200; at that age, any man who was pretty enough and a bit dark would've worked for her. (I won't talk about a 26 y/o man falling in love with a 15 y/o teenager, the man is from 1727, at this point it's not even the same culture okay??)

I thought I'd still give it a chance and root for them, even if I was fully aware of him leaving and Spike would be the new romance (I FORGOT THE WASTE OF TIME WITH RILEY), because they actually talked about all the issues, they knew something was off with their love story but they couldn't stop.

I have not much to say about the nature of their love, it was a cute romance at best, but the more they went further the cringier it'd get, I still have trauma about their kiss noises, no kidding.

They slept together and Angel becomes Angelus, which is supposed to be sad and add some angst, but Angelus was so charismatic, I didn't care about Angel anymore.

And what can I say? I think the soul vs no soul aspect played kinda badly, they all said that Angelus was incapable of love since he had no soul, but we had the concrete proof that love was possible thanks to Spike & Drusilla to begin with ??

I was hoping that, since they sold us their love as super powerful and intense, Angelus would end up falling in love with Buffy, especially after the episode in which both are possessed by ghosts in season 2 episode 19 - I Only Have Eyes for You - which is my favorite moment between them:

but NO, Angelus cannot love, and only Angel can:

It's either we get the flavored guy but no romance or the bland one with a half romance.

Talk about the greatest love story there.

And the whole season 3 is Angel and Buffy having a teen romance:

"Let's just hold hands and kiss but nothing else"

Of course I guess this kind of love story is possible, but it is made clear they both feel the sexual tension each time they kiss, they even dream of doing it. So the only thing that comes of it, is frustrating feelings, for Buffy, for Angel and for us watching them going nowhere.

The hottest moment they have is when Angel bites her to survive.

Surely for a love story that is sold to be so grand, I expected Angel to find a cure for the curse? And fight for his love or something?

♫ Nope, he just leaves. ♫

♫ Bitch talks about fighting for what is worth and bails out at the first difficulty. ♫

i cannot even blame Joyce here, she made the right call, for real. Mother knows best, but he had the chance to prove her wrong.

And in parallel to that we are introduced to Spike, a vampire with no soul who is one hundred times worth Angel, just by existing.

And there is so much to say, whether or not Spuffy was intended, whether or not Angel is supposed to be the love of Buffy's life; After reaching seven seasons, I can guarantee without any hesitation, that Spike is the one, there is no contest.

I can't, for the life of me, believe one second that Joss Whedon and the rest of the team wrote the enemies to lovers story of the last two decades without doing it on purpose? They were so much into Angel, to realize what was happening?

They sold me Angel and Buffy being the "forever love", and, in a way, they are, but only because they cling to the "what could've been".

Of course they will always be attracted to each other until they really try. They'll always idealise their love story and fill the plotholes with their imagination. But it is dramatically bound to end in disaster.

And no, Buffy, I cannot take you seriously when you say "I loved him more than I will ever love anything in this life" ; You were a teenager, it is normal to feel more deeply when you're 16, but that doesn't mean anything, and you know it too well.

Angel left her broken, unable to trust anyone, unable to trust herself and alone: If the love of her life doesn't want to be with her, then who will? (♫ We have an idea ♫ )

Soul or not, he has been a coward, with no intent to get to know Buffy, her family, her friends. He decided what was best for her without asking her.

All he does after that, is coming back into Buffy's life at the worst moments to be jealous.

♫ He is that toxic boyfriend who comes back with puppy eyes each time you try to move on. ♫

Every time he appears in an episode it's to disappoint even more: I was rooting for him, I even missed him A LOT in season 4 !

And, sure, meanwhile, the dance between Spike and Buffy was already ongoing since season 2, but we really didn't have any concrete scenes between them that could seal the ship for good (them under Willow's spell in season 4 doesn't count). So the best option at that moment was the hope for Angel to come back.

Buffy never really had the chance to move on from Angel because of Riley and his insecurities, but also because Angel cannot seem to move on, while moving on at the same time ? ! ? ♫ Bitch has a child ♫

The moment Angel left the show, it should have been for good. (Note aside, I'm still having a hard time believing the character had his own spinoff because of his popularity, when we barely saw him hanging around in the first 3 seasons, wouldn't have it been simpler for him to stay and have more scenes, like Spike?) • Riley & Buffy (Briley??)

And so Angel never came back, and we got Riley instead. He was the perfect choice to make the bridge between Bangel and Spuffy. She needed to experience a "normal" romance, with a "normal guy" to know what it's like and to understand what she really wants, but one season and a half was way too much. ♫ I ended up googling " WHEN is Riley LEAVING? "♫ The moment Buffy said she held back her strength when training with him, was enough to see what was coming.

Riley was nothing else than just an army guy under steroids who couldn't even handle his girlfriend being stronger than him.

Him blaming Buffy for not really being around when her mother was dying was the cherry on top of the loser's behavior.

Buffy needed someone with whom she could be 100% herself, an equal, and Riley knew he wasn't half of that; so he made her pay? By cheating on her and leaving? Then coming back a year later to brag about his wedding? Lmao give me a break Riloser.

So now Buffy is alone AGAIN, both men she thought she loved, left without looking back. ♫ Over my shouuulder ♫

And from those two relationships, we can already see what she needs in a romance:

- An emotionally available man - That can be there for her without pushing her - Someone who doesn't flee the second he encounters the smallest difficulty - A man strong enough for her to unleash the full force without being afraid of hurting him ♫ yes i'm talking about sex ♫ - Someone who understands her role as the slayer and her crazy life - Someone selfless capable of protecting her family and friends - Someone she can trust.

♫ And now, ladies and gentlemen, lets welcome ♫

• Spuffy:

Ok first a bit of context here: I disagree about people criticizing Buffy season 6 Lets just understand whats going on: Bitch sacrifices herself to save the world and her sister; at that moment, she feels peace for the first time in her life, for the first time she is not afraid to die and fulfill her destiny by choice. She has an heroic death, ends up resting in paradise...

♫ Then her friends who can't handle to live without her, decide to bring her back to life. ♫

Not only she comes back to life in her fucking coffin, she also: - Has to crawl to the surface (almost dying stupidly) - Has to act as if nothing happened - Has to be the slayer again - Cannot even go back to university - Has even less prospect for a normal life - She is poor - She needs to find money (ends up working in a fast food) - Has to thanks her friends for bringing her back to the life she never wanted - Is being blamed for not really being around.

♫ I WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUCKING PISSED YOU CANNOT EVEN IMAGINE ♫

So what? She comes back, feels different, depressed, alone AGAIN and figuratively chained to a life she still doesn't want, and the only person who does understand what she is going through is Spike. Spike who has been here for her family and friends the whole time she was dead, meaning, he did it because he wanted to, because he felt genuine pleasure in hanging out with them while keeping his promise to protect Dawn.

He could have left, but never did, even though his love was one-sided, he loved her so much he stayed.

♫ Death couldn't do them apart ♫

He has been a father figure for Dawn, but not only that, Spike was also the only vampire Joyce liked and trusted, a presence she didn't mind in her home without Buffy around.

And Spike did love Joyce very much ♥

And I have so much to say about Spike, he is that multi-flavored character with so many layers, who stays interesting with or without a soul. He is a slayer's killer, seen as one of the most dangerous vampires, that anyone should be scared to be around, he has so much confidence in himself, he doesn't even mind being so freaking pathetic when it comes to love.

He is not even afraid nor ashamed to show his affection, to be vulnerable, to be open about it, and most of it, he just embraces it without a care of the outcome, he is just living by the day, knowing perfectly that everything could stop at any moment. Though, that being said, i'm still well aware Spike has also MANY flaws, all he does is mainly driven by love but it is still extreme and twisted due to his soulless condition. I really don't know where to start, because i feel like Buffy and Spike's destinies are intertwined - They are a mirror to each other. Buffy's behavior has anything to do with Spike, as Spike's behavior has anything to do with Buffy - it is really like watching a dance.

Spike allows her to embrace and explore the darkest part of herself - She was always the perfect girl everyone expected her to be.

She needed to do good, to BE good, but what if she, for once, chose the other side? Of course she never went as far as Faith did, but she allowed herself to fall into a forbidden romance, and to go against everyone's expectations, because she only felt something when she was with him. And i loved this part of her, because to me, she finally has flaws! I mean, she always had some but not to that extent. And maybe, maybe being like this, was a way for her to never fall completely into the darkness nor into Spike's influence.

Maybe she was in an inner battle between good and bad.

Maybe it was an unconscious way to either push him away, or test him to see if he will ever leave her. Abusive or not towards Spike, let's not forget that he is still William the bloody, and the only thing that stops him from killing anyone is the chip in his brain. We're still talking about the guy who would have easily killed Willow if he had the chance, the one Buffy wouldn't trust at all without that said chip.

Even though Spike has done TREMENDOUS good deeds with the scoobies, he is still a slave to his primary emotions.

Don't get me wrong, this is why i love Spike SO MUCH, his duality as a soulless vampire is everything. The man can talk to you about his favorite romantic show and a minute later kill someone in cold blood and find a great pleasure in both.

♫ Anyway ♫

Above all things, they are in love, and this love is extremely intense, deep, powerful, unbearable and terrible.

Thanks to Tara, Buffy realizes she did not come back as any different as before she died and realizes the horrors she has committed to Spike by treating him like a monster he never trully was.

Buffy ends up admitting her wrongs and grows out of her darkness and chooses to be good and to end her relationship with Spike. And she is glowing and glimming, and she's not his anymore.

Which leads Spike to end up doing something awful.

And what does he do after that??

He leaves the city...

♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ TO FIX HIMSELF ♫ ♫ ♫

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in the year 2002, and yes you read me well:

THE BAD GUY GOES TO FIX HIMSELF TO BE WORTHY OF THE GIRL

♫ William the bloody risked his fucking life in a trial to get back his soul ♫

She doesn't fix him, he does it on his own because he knows something must be done to repair his wrongs, that his love needs to be purified of his monstrous side to be a better man and stand at her side.

And even though she doesn't know that, she is still looking for him, even after what he has done, she is always drawn to him, she always wants to be around him.

Then she learns he got his spark back for her and she does everything in her power to keep him by her side.

Because now it is time for Spike to embrace the brightest part of himself thanks to Buffy.

I love them so much, especially in season 7 because they don't even have to act romantically to show how deep their love is for each other. How simple it has become, how instinctive their complicity is. They know how to complement each other, it is almost symbiotic.

They are clearly not ready to be together again until they really sort things out but Spike has seen the best and the worst parts of her, and is still hers entirely, and will always be.

As much as Buffy has seen the best and worst parts of him, and she still trusts and loves him to the point of asking the initiative to remove the chip in his brain. ♫ On top of desperately not wanting him to die ♫ Also, without knowing it yet, she is entirely his and will always be.

Buffy sees Spike’s worth, and Spike sees Buffy’s, even when neither of them can see their own.

They lift each other up, and become an unbreakable force, to the point that no one can split them.

And this is one of my favorite parts of Spuffy, in season 7:

Before, she would never have let Spike kill a human, not even out of revenge. But now, she’s willing to let his shadow take over if it means keeping him alive, just as he learns to hold it back. To me, episode 17 - Lies My Parents Told Me - marks how far their connection has grown: Buffy running as fast as she can to save Spike Spike's past with his mother, helping him make peace with some of it, as part of his ongoing redemption arc ♫ it broke my heart ♫ Spike coming back to his senses to beat the shit out of Robin, and giving him a last chance Buffy telling Robin she'll let Spike kill him next time he even tries to harm Spike Buffy choosing Spike over Giles Buffy choosing Spike over the "common sense" Buffy choosing love over her duty (even if she pretends otherwise) ♫ Buffy, you cannot fool Spike, but you cannot fool us either! ♫

And i love this parallel with the end of season 2 when she had to choose duty over love and kill Angel. This is Buffy allowing herself to be a bit more selfish while Spike is allowing himself to be a bit more selfless.

And then in the middle of the biggest battle of her life, she is overthrown over shitty excuses ♫ i have a LOT to say about the Scoobies but that post is insanely long to add some salt ♫ and who is the one that still has her back? Spike. Spike has always been unconditionally here for her and never let her down, which even the Scoobies didn't always do.

Spike is the one who delivers the most selfless and beautiful love declaration of the whole show, to her. When she needs it the most, because he is the only one who can see her.

And his love is what gives strength to Buffy to trust herself and pursue her goal. He is the one who brings back the light in Buffy, who pushes her to live and accept her fate as being the one.

And talking about light,

♫ What a freakin' poetry to have centered Spike's whole redemption arc around it ♫

He was always pursuing that light, whether in Cecily when he was a human or Buffy as a vampire. All he had to do was bring the light into him and embrace his humanity to fulfill his redemption. And so he makes the ultimate sacrifice, And he glows. Not only he saves the world willingly and selflessly but he also gives back the fire inside Buffy, frees her from Sunnydale and her role as the sole slayer.

♫ "I love you" - "Spike" are the last words Buffy says in the show ♫ • Conclusion A freaking long ass post only to say that to me, Spuffy is very well written as enemies to lovers, thanks to Jane Espenson, Douglas Petrie & Marti Noxon. Though i think Spike still suffers some injustices, but I'm glad he got the respect he deserves in the comics, (which i consider canon) : Not only does Spike end up as part of the Scoobies but also with Buffy, and he is the only one with whom she fights for their relationship to last. ♫ And they're endgame in season 12 ♫ (Thank you Christos Gage)

I also think JW made many mistakes for Bangel to work: I know he was kinda annoyed by Spike's popularity at first and wanted Angel to be seen as the main vampire of the franchise, which led him to give Angel his own spinoff, but by doing that, he also broke the link between Buffy and Angel. Which ultimately led Spike to have a more organic evolution with her instead of Angel. They both had their own paths in their own separate worlds, which forced JW to accept Spuffy as being the logical conclusion. Just as Cordelia was also the best choice for Angel to grow and be more open about his emotions. Claiming in interviews that Angel is the love of Buffy's life without ever demonstrating it concretely in any of the media itself makes this statement fall flat. I do not hate Bangel, I think the ship was necessary for Buffy to grow, but i do see more Angel as her first idealised and tragic love, while with Spike, it is more grounded, mature and based on mutual respect, trust, acceptation and stability.

♫ Angel should have stayed and Spike and Drusilla should have had their own spinoff, and i'd have paid to see that. ♫ • My pov on Sprusilla?

Literally nothing to say about them, they match each other freak to a level no one can ever comprehend.

♫ They are a perfect match and untouchable. ♫ ♫ May they end up together again and last for eternity. ♫

♫ With animals. ♫ (alive)

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months ago

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Was I the asshole for wearing a darker blue dress at the wedding of my son and daughter in law?

👗👗👗👗 <- so that I can find this later.

So my (51, f) son (29, mm) got married to someone I thought was a truly lovely woman (27, f) last month. It was lovely, the ceremony was a fairly quiet affair, only immediate family there in person. Anyway, the bride's colour scheme was baby blue and light teal with white. All the bridesmaids were in teal, all the guests had to wear the blue. I personally had no problem with it, except that she was insistent that every woman in attendance had to wear the exact same type of dress as her. Now, it became a problem when I could not find that dress in that shade of blue in my size. I looked into how much tailoring would cost if I ordered one that was two or three sizes too big (the closest I could find), and while I will not write out the exact sum, it did make my eyes widen.

However, I did manage to find the dress in my size in a darker shade of blue. It wasn't navy or anything extreme, think just a little lighter than the shade of blue on those nice willow-patterned china pieces. I did consult with my now daughter in law, and while she was lukewarm when I showed her the pictures and asked if it would be alright, since having a dress in the paler shade tailored to my size would be too expensive and it wasn't THAT much darker, she did not say no. She hmmed for a bit, but did not say no, and said something about the flower decorations on the wedding cake being a similar shade to the dress I was discussing with her. I didn't want to be the monster in law you always read about, and I was feeling quite happy that we had come to an agreement.

On the day of the wedding however, she was very cold towards me, refusing to even stand next to me while the photographs were being taken. I found it a bit rude, but decided not to say anything because I thought she might just be stressed. During the reception, however, she pulled me aside and told me she thought I was joking when I said I was going to wear the darker dress. Very confused, I replied that I thought she had said she was fine with it, that it matched the cake? She continued to insist that she had thought I was joking, and even went as far to say I had ruined the photos and the wedding. After she left, I went and sat outside the venue until the reception was over or my youngest (22, f, she goes to the local college and plans to move out when she is done) was ready for me to drive her home, since she planned on drinking and I haven't really touched alcohol since I was her age.

I really don't know what I did wrong. Until that point, my daughter in law and I had always gotten on fairly well, and I truly thought we had come to an agreement regarding the dress. My son is refusing to take a side, and my daughter in law is still behaving coldly towards me.

Was I the asshole?

#aita #am i the asshole

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 months ago

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Skelly has a neighbor thats a Karen and a neighbor that painted their house rainbow

They hate each other and often scream at each other

Undertale Sans - Sans likes to play the model little neighbour so his Karen neighbour trusts him, but then he's bitching with the other neighbor in her back and gives them material to get revenge. It's entertaining. Sans still wonders if he should paint his house rainbow out of nowhere just to see her reaction.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is desperately trying to make them get along together, tricking them into improvised meals so they have no choice but to talk. He soon realizes it's going to be more complicated than he thought. At least he's never bored!

Underswap Sans - He couldn't care less, but he still keeps an eye on them as he's worried one of these days, they're going to do something stupid and get in trouble. He's trying to calm things down when their arguments are going a bit too far.

Underswap Papyrus - He's tired of hearing them scream under his window daily. Honey works at home, so it's difficult to focus when the neighbours are fighting all day. He's so pissed off that he actually snaps once or twice and screams at them to shut up from the window. He swears he's this close to calling Blue to arrest them for making too much noise.

Underfell Sans - Red loves chaos too much to not make things worse. When no one is looking, he's throwing dog poop on their windows or painting their alleys rainbows, then he runs home and goes to watch from the window, vibrating with excitement. He's an asshole.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge is a big Karen himself so he participates in the arguments lol. He doesn't even know why he hates them at this point; he just can't help it: he hates their guts. Both of them. And he's going to find any little excuse to go at their face. You think your worst enemy is the other neighbour? Wait until your bushes are poking out from two inches on his property.

Horrortale Sans - Their constant screaming is giving him headaches. Oak usually leaves when they start arguing, so he doesn't have to hear them, but sometimes, he has no choice. So Oak found a new solution that's very effective! He throws his axe by the window, straight between them, and watches with great satisfaction as they run away in fear, screaming at the top of their lungs. Finally, some peace.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow is a big gossip and tries his best to stay discreet to not interrupt them. The thing is that Willow is also very expressive, and sometimes he can't help but gasp or go full googly eyes when one of them says something crazy, which kinda busts him every time, and then they all scream at him for listening to a conversation that doesn't concern him. Not that he cares about their complaints lol. He simply goes in his kitchen and opens the window to hear the rest of the argument. It's his favorite morning telenovella.

Swapfell Sans - He's not even hiding lol. Every morning, he goes to drink his coffee in front of the house to watch his daily dose of fun and angst. Sometimes, he comments on what's happening, which pisses off his neighbors, but it's not like you can just go at him and tell him to fuck off. He's literally a celebrity, you know. Nox absolutely is aware of the fact that they can't do anything to him and is having fun.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's making things worse. He's friend with both of them, and doesn't hesitate for one second to tell the other everything their neighbor did today, and amplify it a thousand times to see how they'll react. He could never get bored with it. His favorite moments are where they start to throw hands at each other; this way he can bet with random people on who's going to win and make free money.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well, while they're fighting, they don't give him attention, and Wine hates when people are not giving him attention. So Wine always come to save the day and then gets praised by both his neighbours for always finding what to say to stop their arguments. What Wine doesn't tell them is that he sometimes starts the arguments himself when he's bored, but no one needs to know that. He's clearly the hero of the street.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee doesn't like all the screaming, so he usually goes to play some video games to not hear them outside anymore. He's annoyed they're so loud he can't focus sometimes. He wishes he was confident enough to tell them to shut up, but he's not. So, uh, video games are fine.

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A fic rec of One Direction fics where Harry is a bit of an asshole at some point in the story as requested in this ask. This is a part 2 request and you can find part 1 here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find all my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🖤 Queen of Arizella by seducedbycurls

(M, 277k, omegaverse) Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a Queen and who better than an omega on the run from death? Louis will learn to become the perfect Queen -the perfect fake Queen, but only for a few months.

🖤 Gay For Pay by reader_chic_2

(M, 109k, porn star) when Louis needs to take money to keep his family afloat, he turns to the porn industry where hot-shot Harry Styles picks him to be his sub. The only issue is that Louis is straight and Harry doesn't believe him.

🖤 Beautiful War by @itsmotivatingcara

(M, 103k, FBI) Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved.

🖤 Love Will Tear Us Apart by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

(E, 103k, childhood friends) Louis and Harry had it all - a career, friendship, and some of the best sex either of them had ever had. But Harry ruins it all with one life-changing mistake ... and Louis is left to pay the price.

🖤 You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright) by MrsStylinson

(T, 102k, Bridget Jones Diary au) “Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

🖤 Blue Ice by purpledandelion

(M, 102k, arranged marriage) An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn't bargain for.

🖤 Written In The Stars by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 71k, vampire) Zayn's the third oldest vampire in the world and found himself searching out the company of a human, so he took Louis as his keep. His maker Harry doesn't approve.

🖤 Darkest Before the Dawn by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 50k, fashion design) Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.

🖤 Bigger Than Life by rippedgloves

(E, 48k, canon) “Boybander Harry Styles spotted leaving West Hollywood joined hand in hand with new beau, Xander Ritz”

🖤 Give Me a Memory I Can Use by harioandlouigi

(E, 41k, vampire au) Louis is a brilliant, yet broke PhD student, Harry’s a pretentious and arrogant vampire, and first impressions have never been more deceiving.

🖤 Only by @allwaswell16

(E, 33k, royal) the one where the electric touch of Louis’ soulmate isn’t enough to discount that he's a bit of a dickhead.

�� there's a hole in my heart (and it's got your name on it) by dilfrry / @silverfoxrry

(E, 19k, uni) the puck bunny louis x hockey player harry fic

🖤 Please, don’t say you want me by pjinkfleur

(T, 9k, sickfic) Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him.

🖤 Under the Pink Willow Tree by @brightlyharry

(NR, 7k, Christmas) It's Christmas Eve and also Louis' eighteen birthday. It's the biggest day of Louis' life. He's been keeping up with his elfin studies for years all in preparation for this. He finally gets to join Santa on the sleigh.

🖤 When Bad First Impressions Lead To Love by orphan_account

(M, 3k, rich Harry) What do you do when you're trapped in a summer house for 2 months with a snobby rich boy who made you cry the first time you met?

- Rare Pairs -

🖤 The Light Out In The Madness (Hold Tight) by @lalalaartje

(E, 46k, Niall/Louis) When Louis ends up with Niall as a roommate after a messy break up with Harry, he considers it truly life saving. They become fast friends and while Louis is sceptical about Niall's idea to start fake dating to take revenge on Harry, it can't be that bad, can it?

#weekly recs #ficrec #1dficvillage #hlcreators #1dficlibrary #1dsquad

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reginaphalangelobster125 · 3 months ago

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You're My Perfect

Buffy Summers x Plus Size GN!Reader

Summary: You overhear something you wish you hadn't.

Warnings: self conscious reader, asshole Xander, sweet Buffy

Word Count: 700+

Request: Yes

Notes: This is my first time writing a plus sized reader so I hope it's okay!

“Run!” Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs.

You turned around to see a gang of vampires chasing you. There must have been five at least. Xander, Willow and Buffy were way ahead of you, almost free but you couldn’t keep up. One of the vampires grabbed your wrist and yanked you back, you were barely able to call out Buffy’s name through your ragged breaths. Her head whipped around when she heard you. She bolted back and leapt on the vamp that had you, just as his fangs were beginning to break the surface of your skin. She ripped him off you and drove a stake through his heart. You saw him turn to dust in front of your eyes.

“T-thanks, Buff”

“Are you okay? Did he bite you?”

“Nah, ju-just a scratch”

‘Let’s get you back to Giles’”

“You know, I’ll never get u-used to that”

“What?”

“The dust thing”

“Oh, right. I guess it doesn’t really bother me anymore”

You stand up, still breathing heavily and head back with Buffy.

When you get back to Giles’ he patches you up while the others talk. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they were in the living room and you were in the kitchen, not much distance between you.

“They were pretty tough, Buffy. Do you think something’s going on?” Willow asked.

“Maybe, vamps don’t usually work together unless there’s a new big bad in town”

“I think we’re glossing over something here girls” Xander moaned.

“What Xander?” Buffy responded with a signature eye roll.

“Hello? Y/n”

“What about Y/n?” Buffy straightened her back and tensed at his tone.

“Totally chubster? Always slowing us down? Almost got both of you killed tonight, am I making sense to anyone?”

You felt his words deep inside you, confirming all of your worst fears and insecurities. You couldn’t listen any longer, you grabbed your coat and ducked out before they could see you.

“I think that’s a little harsh Xander” Willow responded.

“A little?” Buffy turned to Willow.

“Well, you’ve gotta admit Buffy, they do slow us down a bit” “And what do you suppose we do, kick them out?”

“No! I just think maybe it’s better if they don’t come on patrol”

“I can’t believe you, Will! Xander, I expect, but you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Xander barked.

“I means that you’ve never been supportive of our relationship”

“Of course not! They can’t walk to the mailbox without breaking a sweat!”

It took everything in Buffy not to deck him right there. She walked out and looked for you, just to be met with an empty room.

“Giles? Where Y/n?”

Giles popped his head from around the corner.

“They left, seemed to be in quite a hurry”

“God, they must have heard Xander”

“Heard Xander say what?” By the time he got the words out Buffy was already out the door.

You rushed down the street, trying to get home as fast as possible and leave this terrible night behind you. Tears ran down your cheeks and began to soak your shirt. Through blurred vision you saw a figure in front of you, it was Buffy. Even blurry she looked beautiful.

“I-I don’t wanna talk”

“Okay”

She took your hand and led you to a nearby bench. You sat down and she just held your hand in yours.

“Why are you with me?” You muttered, your breath so shaky it broke her heart.

“Because I love you”

“But why? You’re beautiful and smart and amazing, you could be with anyone you wanted”

“I am”

You scoffed before you looked up to see the sincerity in her eyes.

“You heard Xander, didn’t you?”

“He’s right you know, I do just slow you down”

“No you don’t. You help me keep going when I feel like I can’t. You do everything but slow me down”

“You don’t have to lie to me, I can take it”

“I’m not lying”

“But you’re perfect! I’m nothing”

“You’re my perfect” You didn’t believe her but you saw her eyes, properly this time. You saw the love she carried for you in them, you saw the love you held for her. You saw your home. Buffy leaned in, her lips grazed against yours as though they were asking for permission, which you gladly granted.

“I love you too”

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casperth3ghost · 9 months ago

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"mundane hcs" but its acc just shit i do on a daily basis

ANYWAYS, a list of random things i do that i think tts & vat7k characters would do‼️(this is like most characters btw, like not js the main ones this is like as many as i can remeber and that fit with my self projection

lance will get home from the busiest day ever and the first thing he does is make himself a bowl of ice cream, no matter what hour of the day, he WILL have a bowl of ice cream

varian tries to brush his teeth twice a day but usually how it goes is he takes a shower and then lays and bed lying to himself like "yeah ill js rest my eyes for a couple minutes and then ill get up" and then he actually falls asleep, but every morning he brushes his teeth with no problems

eugene used to brag about how many cavities hed get until he had to take care of them and started missing when he didnt have any

rapunzel can be mid convo with somebody while texting them and then out of the blue just space out and like "huh..." when she realizes what js happened

cassandra and yong are both lactose intolerant but cass tries to take care of herself(she drinks almond milk & eats frozen yogurt which are 10/10 alternatives for non-lactose free items BTW) but yong just keeps eating everything and then wonders why he feel absolutely diobolical 10 mins later

catalina says shell start a book and then reads 1 page then forgets about it for around 3 months ans then remeber and the gets so focused on it no one knows if shes okay, angry does the same thing but with tv shows

nuru tends to not stop what shes doing to go pee so shes suffered the consequences(shes had a UTI before)

rapunzel, despite telling everyone around her to drink water, shes always suprisingly dehydrated

ulla will wake up at random times at night wondering why the fuck shes awake and then go right back to bed like nothing happened

donella has thought of multiple schemes to kill people but has decided that for her own good she will not commit any of them

quirin forgets to say please and thank you at restruants and then says them last minute and then gets so embarrassed and akward he will just flat out stop talking, he passed this onto varian who seems to suffer with this to even MORE extent bcuz he doesnt realize when someone is complimenting him so he'll just stare at them and then be liek "oh!! oh my gosh thank you!!" but the person already walked away and now he feels like an asshole

adira will wear the same pair of pants for 3 weeks straight w/o washing them bcuz she wears other pairs in between that pair so she has a pant cycle, but none of the pants get washed until she can acc smell like dog shit on them or smth and realizes just how morbidly gross they are

hector says hes a hopeless romantic but has never fallen in love a day in his life

donella knows every word to satisfied from hamilton but she literallt doesnt relate to angelica in any way, shape, or form

catalina is a shameless taylor swift fan

angry is a taylor fan but she will always refuse to admit it bcuz idk she feels ashamed

rapunzel will find a band that scratches her brain and listen to that band until it is literally impossible for her to do so anymore

cassandra loves fettuchini alfredo

king edmund is an accidental social butterfly

queen ariana had attempted to drown willow in a pool more times than she can count

kind fredric will butt into random convos if even just 1 word peaks his intrest

hugo knows how to crochet but never has enough money or motivation to actually make something even mildly useful

hugo is a "booktok" girly but he doesnt and never has had enough money to invest in the shit ton pile of books he wants

varian would rather go to a meuseum then lay in bed at his house

ulla would do cartwheels in an aquarium if she could w/o getting kicked out

cyrus says goodnight and goodbye to everyone but can never muster up to say "i love you" after just bcuz he thinks itll be too akward😓

amber is the type of gay girl to say "ewww lesbian/gay" to her friend/gf bcuz they say smth gay knowing she is just as queer

uhhhh thats all i can think of rn, but like this is mostly based off shit i do... so take all that as you will🤺‼️ ill post any art i decide to shit out in the next couple of days on here but also a reminder i am painfully active on pintrest so uhhh ya:3!! BTW most of these hcs are just stupid and for fun so like pls dont get offended and feel free to add on or give suggestions:3!!

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willowlevulett · 9 months ago

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A dumb thing that's been rattling around in my brain about Orym.

I've seen a couple posts about what "modern vehicles Bells Hells would drive" and Orym always gets assigned either a bicycle or just his own feet. I disagree for two reasons.

1. Orym is an adrenaline junkie

2. Orym likes to go fast

What do these equal? That's right, motorcycle.

Specifically, a street bike. They can be lighter, smaller, and more nimble than older bikes like Harleys. Think Yamahas and Suzukis.

Now you're saying, Willow, Orym is very safety orientated, aren't motorcycles dangerous?

Exactly.

Orym always puts himself in danger he just tries to do it as safe as possible (him practicing sword movements on the railing of a sky ship for no reason but he tied himself down so if he slipped he wouldn't die).

He's safety orientated but an adrenaline junkie for sure. He would be a "dress for the slide, not for the ride" kind of guy. Full leather jacket, helmet that's checked regularly, riding gloves, boots and pants every ride even in summer.

On a quick side note, Ashton would ride a street racing bike as well but he would be a "dress for the ride not for the slide" kind of guy and has been in a couple bad accidents. I think Orym has been in more accidents on his bike than Ashton, but it's mostly due to the actions of other drivers. Like getting rear-ended at a stop light or being side swiped by an asshole SUV driver.

Chetney would drive a Harley as a joy ride vehicle instead of a daily driver and would make fun of Orym and Ashton for riding street bikes.

Anyway, I want to see fics where Orym and Ashton drive motorcycles.

#orym of the air ashari #critical role #cr3 #ashton greymoore #all those guys on tik tok who wear safety gear and are silly lil guys on the road have my whole heart

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willowser · 1 year ago

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hi hi willow!!!!!!!!!!! (<- absolutely not in pain whatsoever)....... i am just wondering if..... uh.... u have imagined a reason for the breakup yet? i'd love to know why you think bakugo would ever break up with you. heh heh. hah. :D (i am crying)

here are the things you don't know—yet, at this point in time after the breakup.

two weeks before, dynamight gets into an ugly argument with a civilian. over something stupid, probably; she's drunk and not listening to a word the hero is telling her, stumbling around in public and taking her shoes off and shoving at him when he tries to corral her from getting into another fistfight in the street.

it's just—bad. looks bad. before anything productive can happen, a few of her friends are stumbling out and screaming at him, too, for being a cocky asshole and putting their phones in his face and recording him and maybe he says something he shouldn't—not something terrible, just something that sounds extra bad when a group of young women are screaming and angry at you—and it gets blasted all over the internet.

two weeks before, dynamight gets dragged in the paper. for being a jerk. for being such an asshole. remember when he nearly collapsed that building last month, during that fight? so careless. and he's never friendly when anyone comes up to him on the street, either in uniform or not. is more likely to brush someone away than stop and take a picture. in high school he was a little brat, too, with the way he spoke to his peers and didn't know respect if it slapped him in the face.

his poor partner. must be miserable to be with him all the time. they deserve better.

and if they know how he is? and how he acts to the people he's supposed to take care of? well, they must condone that kind of behavior, no? they're okay with him acting like that in public? what kind of morals do they have, anyway?

the other thing you don't know yet is that katsuki has been working every day. two shifts, sometimes, to the point that there's little more he does than eat and sleep and be dynamight. there's no free time. if any tries to make an appearance in his schedule—he's filling it with something, anything; going hiking, working out, cooking dinner for his shithead friends, not being at home.

whatever he's doing, he's not being at home.

yes, he got rid of everything he could that belonged to you. because he couldn't stand to look at it and know you weren't going to use it in his house again. can't stand it. refuses to, actually. is only putting one foot in front of the other, every day, and not really thinking about that weird, awful weight sitting in his gut, that feels dark and terrifying. he can't think about it. he's not bad at avoiding those kind of thoughts—he's done it before and he'll do it again.

and lastly—he's a fucking idiot.

#you say 'this is gonna sit at the back of a drawer for *years*' and it's like #years. *years*. days and weeks and months from now this is a gift that you're not using because you're fucking pissed #he's not going to be in your life in three years—who knows where he'll be.#whatever happens with his career—good or bad—you wont be there to see it #you'll be somewhere else #living a life he's not privy too #he wont know what your favorite tv show is or if you still ask for food without certain ingredients or what you pajamas look like #you wont ever think about him and if you do it'll just be as some asshole ex boyfriend #that's all he'll be to you—for the rest of his life #✿ ask willow

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fairytales-and-folklore · 19 days ago

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Birds Of A Feather

The Owl House » Huntlow

Title: Birds Of A Feather

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: In which Darius settles into his new role as a parent and Hunter makes a garishly floral Grom suit.

The following Saturday night, Hunter comes waltzing into the living room dressed in a hand-stitched '80's era shoulder pad bedecked orange and yellow floral patterned suit jacket, complete with a comically large bright yellow bowtie, and Darius nearly spits tea all over his gratuitously overpriced purple silk pajamas. "So…what do you think?" Hunter asks, spinning on the heel of his matching red sneakers to give Darius the full effect. Of course, Darius's first instinct (after cringing hard enough to risk permanent injury to his face muscles) is to offer to take Hunter on an emergency shopping trip…but the look on Hunter's face, so excited for his first-ever Grom, so proud of this thing he made with his own two hands, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he eagerly awaits Darius's approval, makes him bite his tongue. Darius relaxes his features, lips curving into a fond smile as he replies, "You look very handsome, Little Prince," and Hunter beams back at him with one of those gap-toothed grins that's been growing less and less rare by the day.

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Ever since the little plant witch asked him to Grom, Hunter has done nothing but talk about the subject for weeks. Not that Darius minds. It's nice seeing the little prince so happy (especially after what Camila told him happened at the graveyard when he pulled her aside and asked her about Hunter's new scars — oh how he would have relished getting in that final stomp on the tyrannical old bastard) and Darius, newly minted parental figure, wants to do everything he can to be supportive.

Even after months of apologies and I should've known betters, long after Hunter forgave him and the others for not paying closer attention to the way Belos was treating him, for assuming he was safe and well cared for, even pampered, protected under the guise of being the Emperor's nephew, there's still a part of him that feels guilty, that feels like he needs to make up for it.

Eager to participate, Darius offers to take Hunter out shopping for his big date, pulling up a link to his favorite boutique on his scroll, and swiping through a selection of photos featuring a model similar to Hunter's stature, decked out in an expensive sleek black and gray suit with a golden belt buckle and a little red pocket square.

Hunter's eyes widen in shock at the price.

"Oh wow," he says, still getting used to the idea of people (especially Darius of all people, snarky sarcastic asshole that he is) going out of their way to be so kind to him. He's only just started getting used to calling Darius's place his place. "That's really cool of you, Darius. Like, I really appreciate that…but I've actually already got something in the works."

"Oh?" Darius asks curiously, vanishing his scroll with a lazy flick of his fingers and trying his damnedest not to feel jilted. "Well, if there's anything you need, please let me know," he adds.

"Actually…" Hunter perks up, running his hands through his fluffy mess of light blond hair and wincing a little as that signature stubborn forelock of his snaps back and hits him in the eye. "Do you think you could help me with my hair? It's gotten a little long since the last time Willow cut it, and seeing as it's a special occasion, I'd like to go at least one night without Luz calling it my hair noodle," Hunter huffs, rolling his eyes like it vexes him, but the fond smile that accompanies it gives him away.

Darius chuckles, and a memory, visceral and bittersweet, sparks across his mind. That same face, riddled with just as many scars in different places, scowling in the mirror of a club they'd snuck into late one night while they were supposed to be on guard duty, tugging on the end his 'hair noodle' as Hunter had put it, trying in vain to get it to lay flat.

A younger Darius, snorting with laughter as he plucks a jar of hair product out of his bag and tells him to hold still, slicking up his hands and running them through the other man's light blond hair.

"There," he says with a snarky grin. "Now you won't look like such an idiot when you inevitably get drunk and ask her to dance."

The man grins back at him with a gap between his two front teeth, dark red eyes rolling in fond amusement.

Jasper. The previous Golden Guard.

In truth, he wasn't all that surprised when Hunter confided in him about being a grimwalker. Fucked up origins and intentions aside, it was honestly a relief to find out that he wasn't going crazy — he always found it odd that the boy looked so very like his old mentor.

So alike, yet so entirely different. Sometimes, it almost feels like he's raising his best friend's son.

"There's a special pomade I can pick up for you in Latissa," Darius says, lips twisting into a wistful smile.

"Cool," Hunter says brightly. "Thanks, Darius."

"You're very welcome," he replies. "And I'm sure whatever you've got planned for your outfit will look great."

"Here's hoping," Hunter says with a nervous chuckle.

"Speaking of which, do you mind if I—" he adds, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the staircase.

"Of course. Go, have fun," Darius says, waving him off. "Just remember to take breaks and actually eat something. Dinner'll be ready at 7."

"Thanks!" Hunter calls out, already halfway up the stairs to his bedroom, eager to get back to work.

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The following Saturday night, Hunter comes waltzing into the living room dressed in a hand-stitched 80's era shoulder pad bedecked orange and yellow floral patterned suit jacket, complete with a comically large bright yellow bowtie, and Darius nearly spits tea all over his gratuitously overpriced purple silk pajamas.

"So…what do you think?" Hunter asks, spinning on the heel of his matching red sneakers to give Darius the full effect.

Of course, Darius's first instinct (after cringing hard enough to risk permanent injury to his face muscles) is to offer to take Hunter on an emergency shopping trip, or at the very least, tailor something for him to wear from his own closet…but the look on Hunter's face, so excited for his first-ever Grom, so proud of this thing he made with his own two hands, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he eagerly awaits Darius's approval, makes him bite his tongue.

Darius relaxes his features, lips curving into a fond smile as he replies, "You look very handsome, Little Prince," and Hunter beams back at him with one of those gap-toothed grins that's been growing less and less rare by the day.

"Let me just fix one thing," he adds, because old habits die hard, setting aside his teacup and strolling over to readjust that silly yellow bowtie.

"Oh," Hunter lets out a sheepish laugh. "Yeah, I had a little trouble with that. Funny, I can sew a bowtie no problem, but actually tying one…"

"It remains a great mystery to many of us," Darius chuckles. "Luckily, I've had some practice over the years." (He won't mention that it's because he had a lot of experience loosening them on Grom dates when he was Hunter's age.)

"There you go," he says, securing the final knot, careful not to make it too tight. "That should hold just fine through even the wildest of dance moves," he laughs, remembering how crazy and stupid he and his friends used to get whenever their favorite songs came on. To this day, Darius still maintains he should've beaten Alador in that dance battle. Perhaps they should schedule a rematch…

"Thanks," Hunter huffs out a laugh, catching sight of himself in the mirror above the mantle and admiring Darius's handiwork. He reaches up to card a hand through his hair, desperately trying to smooth back that one stubborn lock.

"It's not too much, is it?" he asks, lips pulling into a pensive frown. Hair product? Yes. Darius watched him dump out half the jar onto his head not ten minutes prior. "D'you think Willow will like it? I picked out the pattern just for her."

Ah. The floral fashion disaster.

Once again, it's a struggle for Darius not to tell him what he really thinks, blunt honesty and snarky remarks second nature to him. (He's still very new to this whole dad thing, but hey, he's trying.)

"I think, for Willow, it's less about what you wear and more about the guy wearing the floral suit," he says, choosing his words carefully. "I think she'll appreciate all the effort you put into making something so meaningful. So, go out there tonight and be confident, let your pride in your work shine through."

Hunter's eyes crinkle around the corners when he smiles, and Darius breathes a sigh of relief that he managed to say the right thing.

"Thanks, dad— uh, Darius," he says, a hint of pink tinging the tips of his ears as he catches himself.

"Any time, Little Prince," Darius replies, affection flooding his chest at that hopeful little almost.

Just then, the doorbell rings, and Hunter is so eager to answer it, he accidentally zooms past the front door in a flash of golden light.

"Whoops," he chuckles from the coat closet. "Over-shot it a little."

He pauses briefly to re-fluff his hair and readjust his shoulder pads in the closet mirror, takes a deep steadying breath, and opens the door.

Standing on the other side, forest green ballet flats clicking against the front porch as she bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet, is none other than the Little Prince's girlfriend, dressed in an elegant high-cut gown the color of a jade gemstone, and holding a bouquet of flowers that's a near-perfect match for the colors of his floral suit.

Oh, they're perfect for each other, Darius muses with a fond smile as he watches their adorable little interaction unfold.

"Hunter, you look…wow," she says, pale green eyes half-lidded behind her gold-framed glasses as she gazes at him with a soft, smitten smile — like he's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen and that suit of his is the height of fashion.

"Now that is a look," she says, not a trace of disingenuity in her appraising smile. "Did you make it yourself?"

Clearly Hunter shares the sentiment, staring dreamily at her with a dopey, besotted smile on his face.

"Wha—?" he blurts out, eyes sliding back into focus. "Oh, uh. Yeah! I mean—" he pauses, putting on what he probably imagines is a cool, carefree expression, stretching up to lean his arm along the doorframe in an oh-so-casual move to show off a little more of his handmade suit. "This old thing? I whipped it up in like, an hour, tops."

Darius suppresses a snort of laughter. An hour his ass. He remembers hearing that damnable sewing machine rattling the walls at all hours of the night every day for the past week.

"Amazing," Willow coos, reaching up to tuck one of the little yellow flowers from her bouquet into the front pocket of his already loudly floral suit. Hunter sucks in a sharp breath, cheeks flushing pink at the contact.

"Not as amazing as you," he says, a little breathless. "Look at you! You're so…well, I mean, you're always beautiful, but I've never seen you like this before."

His eyes rove her figure, taking in the full effect, adam's apple straining against the column of his throat when he notices how well that pretty green dress hugs her curves.

His eyes snap back up to her face, blush deepening.

"I like your headband!" he blurts out, gazed fixed resolutely on the matching silk ribbon taming some of the wilder waves of her pixie cut. "It goes really well with your new hair."

"Thanks, Hunter," she whispers, leveling him with a flirtatious wink before leaning up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss against his cheek, sending Hunter's face careening all the way into burgundy territory.

"I'll have him home by midnight," she tells Darius, grabbing an utterly spellbound Hunter by the wrist and gently tugging him out the front door.

"Have a good time, you two!" Darius calls after them, shaking his head in fond amusement as he catches a glimpse of the positively euphoric grin on Hunter's very red face, turning around to give Darius an enthusiastic thumbs up before the door closes in a blur of lurid orange and yellow.

#the owl house #huntlow #hunter the golden guard #willow park #the owl house fanfiction #huntlow fanfiction #birds of a feather #fairytalesandfolklore #fairytales-and-folklore #fairytalesandfolklore fanfiction #fairytalesandfolklore the owl house #fairytalesandfolklore huntlow

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pixiecactus · 6 months ago

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Martin said that some characters who survived in tv show will not survive in the books. And I'm terrified that Gendry will be one of them. In the TV show, he was merged with Edric Storm, so I doubt he will be legitimized. And George killed Ygritte after 2 books, it haunts me. LSH's business is so dangerous too

how do i wish i could reassure you that most likely that wouldn't be the case, nonnie, but i'm right there with you, sharing the exact fear.

what we have to take into account is that grrm doesn't kill characters for cheap shock value; from the way i see it, he kills characters that had already served their narrative purpose in the story.

and i know that people tend to discard gendry's importance in the text because he's one of the lowest-ranking characters in a social standard and that he was just another lowborn boy that arya made friends with, but if we add the fact that he was a bastard and he reminded arya of her beloved brother jon, it seems that gendry's existence is meant to convey that arya has a type already.

but i don't think that is his actual narrative purpose, and the fact that he's still kicking in affc means for me that he has a bigger role to fill yet than people may think, because to that moment he was (and arguably still is) a minor character that the author could have easily gotten rid of.

here's a link to an old post of mine (x) that left me with the belief that gendry being stationed alongside willow heddle is really significant because we see willow being the one protecting the inn with her crossbow, and willow branches used to be put in front of doors to ward off harm and repel evil spirits so i chose to interpret this as: until arya and gendry meet again, and meanwhile gendry stays at the crossroads inn he's going to be safe and sound, angry and heartbroken? sure, that too, but safe and sound nonetheless.

also let's think that arya already lost a lowborn friend before, and mycah was brutally killed... unless grrm really wants to really hurt one of his favourite characters again, because arya already learned with mycah's death the lesson that most highborns don't care about the smallfolk, i don't see the need to have gendry killed with this in mind as the reason why.

and to end this, i want to add that let's think about how most likely the name "gendry" is a mix of the words "gentry" and "gendre" and i'm going to put the definitions of each here below.

the translation from french to english goes like this: "a person's husband, in relation to that person's parents"

this is just funny and not serious at all speculation, but could this mean that gendry gets recognized as an official knight rather than an outlaw, and he gets rewarded with some land? because from what i got, the gentry is connected to landed state, and they get their riches from the property that generates the income without having to work the land. (oh god, this is the bad ending; like, this is almost gendry becoming a landlord, fuck that!!)

or gendry gets to be ned stark's son-in-law because he got married to arya. (good ending, but what is important here is that in some kind of way, gendry, a boy that is part of the smallfolk, has actually met both of arya's parents. i will not accept any discusion about other siblings being potential marriage candidates; it's arya or nothing, and i think that my boy gendry agrees with me on that!!)

thank you so much for your ask nonnie, i really hope that any part of what i've written can help you a little bit, but i'm still not so sure myself, and i'm sorry for that.

oh, and in any case, if the anon that sent me an ask while i was writing this response today, the ask was about arya, jon and genes (iykyk) is seeing this post, i'm sorry to inform you that responding will take me a while because i'm way past of my social quota, and my mind currently is a mess.

let me be an obnoxious asshole and say that this feels like i'm suffering from success because i really wanted to go, kill, and leave this blog behind. but i think that i could work around those feelings if i currently take some time off.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #house stark #arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya

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Strange way of life part 2

Heyyy ! It took me forever to write part 2 and I'm not sure yet if I'll do a part 3 or not but if you were patient enough, here's the new adventures of Cooper Howard and his soulmate

Tag : @deardo11 @vanhakirja @willow-days02 @sarynnah @thebumbqueen @littlenosoul @moonbanana-library @skrzydlak

Sometimes, Y/N didn't know whether to look at Lucy with admiration or concern.

One of her cousin's greatest qualities was her kindness. An infinite kindness, fueled by optimism and an almost blind trust in humanity. It was truly beautiful, but also extremely dangerous and maybe a little stupid in the wastelands.

It would be a lie to say that Y/N wouldn't have hesitated to save the Ghoul, soulmate or not. After everything he had done to them, she wasn't sure she could forgive him. But at the same time, she didn't necessarily want him to die.

So she had watched Lucy give him all those vials that he seemed to need. The cowboy had stared at them, before turning his gaze to Lucy, then to Y/N. He was visibly lost. He too would have hesitated to help himself, no doubt.

Leaving him in front of the Super Duper, the two women continued on their way, looking for the supervisor, and with the hope of finding Maximus again.

On the way, Lucy talked more about him than her father, so happy to have finally met her soulmate.

"Do you think he'll be disappointed that I got married ? Even if it only lasted a few hours and I'm now a widow ? Oh, he might be unhappy not to be my first ! Do you think I should tell him about Chet ?"

"You shouldn't tell anyone about Chet."

"He's so handsome, and he seems so kind, so brave. My knight in metal armor, like in the movies. Maybe you'll meet your Cooper soon ! Can you imagine ?!"

"Yes, I imagine…"

Y/N could have confided in her. Not only would her cousin not have judged her, but she would have done everything to comfort her in this difficult moment. The problem was also that she would have started looking for positive sides in the Ghoul, even to the point of suggesting that they turn around to go back and get him.

Carrying this secret alone was still very painful. Since she was little, she dreamed of this meeting, of this man, the one who would love her, protect her, make her happy. The fabulous Cooper Howard.

As they tried to rest in a ruined building, Y/N took the time to think about all this. It might not have been a good idea, but she couldn't help it.

She could accept his appearance. The poor man wasn't responsible for the mutations he had undergone, and as Lucy said, it was character and actions that mattered most in the end. The problem was that the Ghoul had a horrible character and his actions were even more unforgivable.

That he needed these drugs, she could accept too. She had seen what would happen to him if he didn't take them, after he had shot that Roger guy in the head. It had shocked her cousin, but it was obvious that it was an act of mercy.

Maybe the only way for him to get those drugs was to sell innocent people. Maybe. Y/N couldn't pretend to know what she would choose to do in this situation, to ensure her survival. She had been lucky to be born and raised in a vault.

But he hadn't even tried to talk to them. He had immediately treated them like animals, not giving them a chance, knowing that they knew nothing about this world.

"Asshole." she mumbled, holding back tears. "All this time hoping and he's an asshole."

"Hmm… What ?"

"Nothing, Lucy. Sleep."

After years of praying to meet him, Y/N now prayed to never see him again. It seemed that fate had a problem with her, because when they had just found her uncle, who also happened to be a horrible person, the Ghoul came out of the shadows to shoot him, asking where his family was.

It was surprising that he let the supervisor go, after the carnage he had caused in Philly. He seemed to be a pretty good shot though.

"We all want answers." Cooper Howard said without looking at them, staring into the distance. "If we follow him, we'll find them. Unless you want to go back to your hole, safe, away from all this shit."

Lucy's decision was clear when she shot her mother in the head to end her suffering that had lasted far too long, then got up to follow the cowboy.

Even though it seemed to impress the Ghoul a bit, his eyes fell on Y/N when he turned around and only on her, displaying a strange mixture of hope and fear, as if he himself did not know if he preferred that she come or that she return to her shelter.

He said nothing when she took her cousin's arm, hugging her to walk together in the Mojave desert.

Several times, she had the impression that he wanted to talk to her. He glanced at her, he sighed, mumbled. For no reason, he handed her his gourd of pure water, without ever offering it to Lucy, but letting her pass it to her cousin.

Neither of them broached the important subject however, nor what had happened before they understood who they were supposed to be to each other. It was Lucy, completely ignorant of their situation, who put her food in it.

"An apology for the way you treated us would be nice, if we have to travel together."

"Really ? An apology, sugar ? And who's going to apologize for my face ? What happened to my family, to the world ? Hmm ? Because if I have to do what I do to survive, it's certainly not my fault."

"But it's not ours either ! We didn't know about my father, and we're going to find him so he can face justice in a court of his peers."

"… She's for real ?" Cooper asked, staring at Y/N. "Really ? She's saying what I hear, meaning every word ?"

"… Yes, I'm afraid so."

"As the sheriff says in the sublime The Man from Deadhorse, it's not…"

"Damn, I know what that stupid sheriff is saying, I'm… I mean, I was… Whatever, that guy was an idiot, and I'm not going to apologize for the state of the world."

"That would still be nice." Y/N mumbled as she stopped looking at him, snuggling into her blanket by the fire.

Her remark was followed by a long speech on morality and honor that Lucy seemed to care a lot about, not realizing that the Ghoul wasn't listening to her at all, focused on her cousin.

For her part, Y/N was trying to accept that her soulmate had died, 200 years ago now, leaving only a vague memory and a few movies, and that the man standing next to her had nothing to do with Cooper Howard.

Apparently, he was cruel enough not to make it easy for her.

It had been a while since Lucy had finally fallen asleep, and Y/N had just fallen asleep too, when she was suddenly woken up, feeling something on her. Grimacing, the bounty hunter stammered incomprehensible words, leaving her a second blanket before returning to his guard post, turning his back on her.

She hesitated, telling herself that he was not the one she had always been waiting for, but it was stronger than her, she ended up going to sit next to him.

"You should rest." he growled while continuing to look at the desolate plains.

"Thanks for the blanket. Aren't you going to be cold ?"

"Nah, don't worry about lil old me, sweetie. Go back to sleep, because if you're too tired to follow us tomorrow, I'll abandon you in the middle of the desert."

"You won't do that." She said, unable to hold back a smile.

"Hmm. Maybe not. If you want to risk it."

The silence could have been awkward, but Y/N took a deep breath, observing the starry sky and the vast lands that stretched out before them as far as the eye could see. If you forgot that it was the result of an explosion, now populated by wild creatures and even more dangerous people, it was quite beautiful.

As discreetly as possible, she also looked at the Ghoul, trying to find the face she had seen on screen so often. There was something in his eyes, in addition to his cowboy disguise. Was he filming a new movie when it happened ? How had he lost his family ? She had so many questions.

"You don't want to know." He sighed, still without a glance at her.

"What ?"

"Trust me, sweetie. You don't want to know, and you don't want anything to do with me. When this is over, you'll go back to your lil shelter, you'll find a nice guy, like I found my wife, and you'll be very happy. A pretty girl like you, it won't be complicated. You… NO !"

Without realizing it, Y/N had come closer, and her hand had landed on his in a thoughtless gesture. As if it had burned him, Cooper Howard had immediately pulled away, getting up to get as far away from her as possible, looking at her as if she was crazy.

Near the fire, Lucy continued to sleep.

"Radiations. Bad idea, sugar. Keep your distance."

"But…"

"No 'buts'. You deserve better, okay ? Sorry about that, and the rest. I'll check that there's no danger around."

Slightly troubled, Y/N returned to the fire, while the bounty hunter went to check that his scream had not attracted anyone. Even if she did not think that he would leave her behind if she was exhausted, she ended up falling asleep, without even thinking about the fact that she had been entitled to an apology, and perhaps some hope.

#fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard fanfiction

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