#have much much planned I wanna show with him

[renskaji]

silver tongue

hayato sou x reader, wc: 2.3k, req? no.

Few things were as entertaining as watching Sakura squirm at the sight of the slightest bit of romance. 

He’ll blush, and pout, and completely lose his tough-guy demeanor at the barest hint of affection around him. It’s so easy to rile him up, too, that sometimes even fake flirting will get him antsy. 

A fact that Suo used and abused, much to your pain and suffering. 

If you were being honest, it was more amusing than you liked to admit. Watching how Sakura would flush and stammar and shout that you were in public, damn it all, when Suo would fix the collar of your shirt or tuck a strand of hair behind your ear like the lead straight out of a romance novel. 

But over time, it turns out the joke was on you, because you started to get affected by all Suo’s teasing. 

At first, it was mindless. Meeting Suo’s bright smile with one of your own, wrapping your arm around his when walking in the street, always choosing the spot beside him. Simple, easy stuff that somehow got Sakura flustered despite the fact that it was all completely innocent. 

Now you’re starting to think that maybe he just saw what you had originally been blind to. Your own overwhelming feelings for your friend. 

“There you are, sweetheart,” 

“Come on! I’m eating here!” 

“Sakura,” You grin, subconsciously sliding over in the booth to make room for Suo beside you. Plans had been made to meet at Café Pothos for breakfast before school, and you and Sakura had been the first to arrive. Then came Nirei, and now Suo has made his appearance with his typical charm. “You’re never going to make it in life if you can be brought to your knees by flirting.”

Except, you’re not much better than him, but that’s neither here nor there.

“You wanna take this outside?”

“Now, Sakura,” Suo hums, smiling like always. He takes his seat beside you, and you have to make a conscious effort to not look at him like he’s the sun and you’re in severe need of his rays. “Is that any way to talk to someone as beautiful as—”

“Shut up!”

You’re giggling into your breakfast in seconds. It’s funny, watching Sakura stutter over his false threats, but you’re also trying to hide your own rosy cheeks. You’re finding it harder and harder to convince yourself that Suo’s words are just teasing. 

Sometimes, you can convince yourself that he’s being serious. 

“Ruinin’ my breakfast, and shit.” Sakura grumbles through a mouthful of food that definitely doesn’t seem to be ruined to him. You roll your eyes with a grin, delving into your own food to try and force your mind to focus on something other than the heat of the body sitting next to you. 

It helps that Nirei steers the conversation into safer directions, always playing the middleman between Suo and Sakura’s teasing and bickering. You’re quieter than usual, but you don’t think it’s that noticeable, until you remember just who exactly you’re with. 

“Everything alright?” Suo’s voice is low, meant only for your ears. It helps that Nirei is excitedly showing Sakura something in his top secret journal to keep them both distracted, but you’re fighting a blush when you glance to your left and find Suo too close for being just friendly. 

And Sakura isn’t even paying attention to the teasing for it to have any effect. 

“I’m good,” You lie, because your heart is racketing up to a pulse that’s most definitely not good and you think Suo probably read just how not alright you were before he even asked. It’s a pain, truly, to have someone as observant as him in your life and try to hide something as massive as your feelings from him. 

You force a smile, hoping that it’ll convince him, and you think you might be safe for one more day when he meets your expression with a smile of his own. 

But then you remember who exactly you’re talking about, and that you could never hope to decipher what he’s thinking behind his smiles. 

“We’ll catch up with you two later,” Suo tells Sakura and Nirei as he stands. You’re watching him in confusion, an expression that’s only mirrored on Nirei and Sakura’s faces. It turns into a flush as Suo adjusts his stance to face you, having not followed him out of the booth, and he extends his hand for you to take and join him. 

You do so, mostly because you can’t find any words to decline. Sakura has no trouble, and your exit from the café is to the sound of his grumbles and complaints. Suo sets his hand on the small of your back to guide you carefully through the semi-crowded restaurant, but you know it’s only in an effort to tease Sakura one final time before departing. 

Except, he doesn’t drop his hand once the two of you step outside. 

You’re confused. There’s no one around for him to perform for, no one to tease but you. Your stomach twists at the thought, pout forming on your lips as you consider the possibility of Suo being affectionate to tease you. 

Maybe you owe Sakura an apology. It’s not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, and you kind of wish you were ever able to tell Suo no. But his tongue is too sharp and his smiles too sweet, and you find yourself agreeing to his every whim. 

“Where are we going?” You ask instead, hands shoved deep into the pockets of the hoodie you threw on over top of your uniform. You risk a glance to Suo out of the corner of your eye to find him smiling softly as always, his own attention fixed on something you couldn’t pinpoint ahead of you both. 

“Nowhere in particular.” He says, as if that answered your question. You think that if he wasn’t ushering you along with a hand on your back, you might’ve dug in your heels and refused to move. But his palm is warm against you and you hadn’t realized until then that you were chilled. Or maybe it was all in your head, and you were coming up with any reason to keep Suo close. “You seemed uncomfortable at the café, so we left.”

Like it was as simple as that.

“It wasn’t because of the café,” You confess before you really understand what you’re saying. You clamp a hand over your mouth, a tad dramatic, as Suo stops walking and turns to face you. You hadn’t meant to say it outloud, but there’s no going back.

“So something is wrong in that pretty little head of yours,” He states evenly. His expression only shifts minutely, but you notice the change in an instant. His easy going smile has disappeared, and in its place is what you recognize to be a concerned frown, though to someone who doesn’t know him as well as you do  he might just look unaffected. 

A gentle hand reaches up to remove your hand from over your own mouth. Except, he doesn’t let it go, and instead brushes his thumb over the inside of your wrist and holds it delicately. 

“There’s no need to hide things from me, you know.” His voice is smooth, gentle, and you gather all your resolve to build a defense against his sweet tone and even sweeter gaze. It’s barely enough to keep your confession at bay, but your blush seeps through the cracks of your self-made walls. 

“Mhm,” You hum, though you’re not strong enough to keep from looking away from him. Your stare darting to the side is no doubt a dead giveaway that you’re lying to his face, so you suck in a breath and decide to give him one truth to keep another hidden. “It’s just… do you always have to use me to tease Sakura? It was fun at first, but now I think it’s kind of annoying.”

It’s not a lie, per say. You do think it’s annoying, but not because it’s you Suo is using to get under Sakura’s skin. Mainly, you’re annoyed at yourself for getting attached to someone who wasn’t even taking anything seriously. 

“What are you talking about?”

You freeze up at the way Suo’s expression twitches with an edge of confusion, like he’s really not sure about what you mean. It makes your own brows knit together in a display of the unsure feeling slowly oozing through your bones. 

“Huh?” You manage to squeak out. He’s still holding your wrist, you realize in a moment of weakness, when you feel him squeeze just tight enough to draw your attention to his touch on you. And it’s not performative, the way he’s holding you, thumb once more brushing gently across your skin. It makes your face heat up, how softly he’s caressing you.  

“What do you mean, I’m using you to tease Sakura?” He repeats your words, and his usual carefree attitude is completely gone. It’s one sign of many that you’ve misread the situation, and your face flushes brighter as you bite your tongue to keep the first thought that tumbles through your mind from falling past your lips. 

“You, uh, you know…” You trail off, sighing when it becomes clear he’s waiting for you to explain further. You’re certain that knows what he’s been doing, but you can’t understand why he’d act like he doesn’t. You square your shoulders and lift your chin, trying to seem braver than you are by facing him head on. “The flirting, Suo. You don’t mean it, and it’s just a game to get a reaction out of Sakura.”

“I see.” Suo hums. You watch as his smile slowly finds its way back to his face, though you’re not sure what to make of it. For the nth time, you wish that Suo was easier to read. Except, you don’t really, because then he wouldn’t be Suo. “You’ll be happy to know that’s not what I was doing.”

You’re certain that you didn’t understand him correctly. He’s still smiling, still holding your wrist, and you feel your eyes narrow in suspicion. Suo finds it amusing, somehow, and his smile widens enough to make room for his soft laugh that tumbles through his lips. 

“You don’t seem convinced.” He grabs your other hand in one fluid motion, but you don’t dare tear your gaze away from him to track the movement. Instead, you’re left to guess based on feeling alone what it looks like as he threads your fingers together and pulls you half a step closer. With how confused you are, you tumble towards him easily. “I’ll admit, at first I was eager to see just how easily Sakura would fluster at the smallest sign of affection. But I quickly realized it was you whose blush I’d rather see.” 

So you were right, after all. It was just an excuse for Suo to tease you. You try to tug your hands from his, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he pulls you another half-step closer, hands trapped between the two of you and his smirk entirely too close to your own face for any semblance of comfort. 

“But can you blame me when you’re just so adorable?” His words are like honey and you’re certain you flush from your ears down to your toes. It’s embarrassing, honestly, how you so easily forgot that you were supposed to be annoyed by his flirting. 

“You’re too smooth. A silver tongue.” You complain on a sigh. He’s still holding your hands, so all you can do is drop your chin forward until you’re resting your forehead against his collarbone. He chuckles at your conflicting words and actions, and you feel the vibrations. 

“Thank you,” He counters. Finally, he drops one of your hands, only to lift your chin so that you’re forced to look at him. It’s intimidating, honestly, but you’re struck by the determination in his expression that’s rooting you to your spot. “I’m going to kiss you now, and it’s because I want to, and I know you want me to.”

“Nothing to do with Sakura?” You’re asking the question before you really think about it, the words leaving you in a breathy whisper that has Suo’s smile widening just slightly. 

“Not a thing.” 

And then his lips are on yours in a kiss so gentle you feel it buzzing all the way to your toes. He’s still holding your chin, controlling the pressure of the kiss, but you’re more than willing to let him lead. You’d still be stuttering over your words and refusing to believe that he’s flirting for any reason other than his own amusement if he hadn’t led the way in every step of the conversation. 

Suo kisses the way he lives his life—completely in control of every measured decision. It knocks the breath from your lungs, and you’re panting by the time you finally part. He’s still smiling, but something in the lines of his face seems more settled. 

“Sorry for assuming,” You murmur, voice gentle enough to spur Suo on to bump your forehead with his. You use the proximity to steal another kiss, because you can, because you’re still in disbelief that you can do so. 

“No need to apologize.” 

You’re thinking that he’s leaning in to kiss you again, so you close your eyes and tilt your chin forwards. Except, his movements freeze with the sound of a scream. 

“H-hey! It’s bad enough you ruined my breakfast, but now I can’t even walk to school!”

Sakura. You jump apart from Suo, though he’s quick to keep you close by with a hand wrapped smoothly around your waist. You’re still blushing, still grinning, as Sakura tracks the movement and somehow manages to go even more red. 

Suddenly, you find Skaura’s inability to cope with affection far more amusing than you ever had before.

[siri-ike]

Damian stepped closer, but Danyal backed away into the wall behind him. Damian looked genuinely remorseful, not really the "air of strength and authority" he'd always been made to show before.

"I," Damian breathed. "I never thought I would see you again."

"You came into my room." Danyal hissed.

Damian looked at his brother, then at the door. "I didn't mean," Damian tried to position himself in a way so he wasn't blocking the only exit, but Danyals room was so much smaller than his was. "Do you wanna talk this out somewhere else, I don't wanna box you in."

What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? "Or, you could leave my room." Excuse him if he wasn't particularly interested in "talking things out" with his killer.

"Ok," he looked disappointed but not surprised or angry. "We can do things on your terms. Just, please, don't leave Nanda Parbat without me. I want to help you." With that, Damian left, he even closed the door behind him.

Danyal, still pressed up against the wall, huffed. "Don't leave Nanda Parbat without me"? He tried to include Damian before, and what did it get him? Stabed!

He pulled his legs into his torso. This is probably some plan to catch him in the act or something. Prove once and for all that he's the superior twin. He probably dragged his lifeless body all the way into the pit chamber, snuck past the demons head dumped his body in there, carried him all the way back to his bedroom, and prepared that whole speech to lull him into a false sense of security so he can stop the escape plan with Mother watching. That's it. That's a perfectly reasonable assumption to make.

Hours passed, but Danyal stayed in his room. This isn't the first time he's been forgotten. No one cares what he does. As long as he stays in shape, should Damian need a transplant. He couldn't count all the times he'd been told he's nothing more than 43 potential replacement parts. He had nightmares all the time of Damian getting badly injured. He used to imagine walking down the hall and coming face to face with Damian and seeing one of his eyes blue instead of green.

Hold on a second...

Danyal stood up and reached for the door handle.

*click*

He left it unlocked?

____(Ha! You thought it was over, but there's more!)____

Damian Wayne al Ghoul woke up in a ghasp. His hands pressed tight against his abdomen, but neither the sword nor the wound were there.

It didn't make any sense. He had died. He was sure of it. His mother had thrown him off a roof, and he landed on a statues raised sword.

He scanned his surroundings. This was his bedroom, but... the wrong one? The one back in Nanda Parbat. Shit. That means he's completely at Mother's mercy. He threw off his cover and... Huh. That's different. Just yesterday, he was roughly the size of an adult. And now? He slid off the bed, and his eye level got lower. He looked at his hands and feet. They were round and pudgy, clearly belonging to a small child, but how?

The face analyzing him from the bathroom mirror was his own. It's hard to believe he was ever so cute. Dick can never learn of this. Could Mother have done this somehow? Reversed his age? Maybe put his mind into a younger cloned body? And why so young? He couldn't be more than 7 years old.

Damian spat the toothpaste into the sink. Hold on. Danyal died around this age. They wouldn't. She wouldn't. Damian slowly raised his head back up to face the mirror.

Green eyes.

Thank goodness.

Damian returned his toothbrush and started to get dressed. Let's see. If Mother had been behind this, he probably would not have woken up alone after such an altercation. It's most likely time travel or a vivid dream. His dreams do tend to seem more real during near death experiences.

Damian took one final look in the floorlength bedroom mirror. Green is his favorite color, but green and black just looks so plain now. He much prefers the colors of the Robin suit. Dick mustn't hear of that either.

Damian almost walked out of the room without his katana. It's been a while since he felt the need to be constantly armed, but in Nanda Parbat, you never know when someone will choose violence. Except, unlike in Gotham, everyone here is trained.

"You're late." A masked assassin addressed Damian. "Morning training starts in 20 minutes, as the heir to the demon it is your duty so be there first."

"I will take that into consideration."

The assassin looked surprised. Shit. That's not what he would have said back then. He probably would have dressed him down or threatened him.

Rulling out the dream theory could prove difficult. Damian looked at his hands. 5 fingers each. That rules out, Dr. Strange and Poison Ivy but not the Mad Hatter. Reading wouldn't help either, Jervis Tetch had managed to mimic words on a page in another's dreams by activating choice parts of the left and right brain at the same time. It would be easier and faster to check for time travel.

If Damian estimated his current age correctly, then Danyal should either be alive or there should be some evidence of him. Damian just had to check his bed chambers... where were Danyals bed chambers?

He didn't sleep in the family wing with himself, mother, and grandfather.

Damian stopped his carer and looked back at the family wing. "Where does Danyal sleep?"

The assassin seemed cought off guard. But thanks to their stations, he has to answer. "Danyal has a room in the lower levels." Has? He's alive!

"Near the prisoners? In the dungeon?" How could he never have known?

"Not that low." He had a placating tone. "He is still a member of the Demons family. A black spot, but a member."

To think he was viewed so low that someone in direct contact with the family could expect to talk about him in such a manor. "Take me to him."

"I'm supposed to take you to training-"

"And not you are taking me to Danyal. In exchange for keeping your foot attached." Was that something he would have said? It sounded like something he would have said.

"This way."

Must be.

It wasn't the dungeon. But this was no place for Damian's own brother to live. He should be living in the palace. No. They should be living at the manor.

"Tell my instructor that I won't be attending today's morning training. I have important matters to take care of." Damian made sure his tone was a threat.

The assassin left, in the direction of the training grounds. One missing student won't make too big a difference.

Damian placed one hand on Danyals door. It was a standard room. The kind strays are put in. As though he was just another child who had been lost in the mountains.

If he was alive, he was behind this door. Damian took a deep breath and ripped off the bandage. He pushed the door open, and it slammed on the wall behind it. There he was. His "Ahki?"

Danyal al Ghul awoke with a gasp, hands scrabbling to put pressure on injuries that were no longer there.

It didn’t make any sense. He had died, he was sure of it. He’d felt the sensation too many times before to mistake it for anything else.

And unlike those previous times, he had known that this would be the final one.

The League didn’t revive traitors.

And even if they did, he certainly wouldn’t have woken up in his bedroom. A cell, perhaps, if not chained up in front of Grandfather himself for judgement.

Eyes flitting over his surroundings, he felt a sense of deja vu overcome him. It was exactly as it had been before he began the final preparations for his flight.

Had he just dreamed up the attempt? No, that was impossible. It was all too… detailed. Too real. Dying, especially, always felt different in his nightmares.

As impossible as it seemed, maybe he really was in the past. Not by much, but it might be enough.

This time, he could correct his mistake.

Danyal shuddered at the memory of the cold steel of his brother’s blade piercing his flesh.

This time, he wouldn’t stupidly ask Damian to come with him. He’d just go. And if they still crossed paths anyway on his way out, he’d be the one to strike first.

Though before any of that, he’d still have to make it to that time without giving anything away. Shouldn’t be too difficult, since he’s already done it once. The only real challenge will be not reacting differently to Damian, but that shouldn’t be a big issue either considering how little they interacte—

The door to his room slammed open.

“Ahki?” the last voice Danyal wanted to hear croaked out, sounding almost on the verge of tears.

‘What the hell?’

This is sorta a remix of a previous prompt of mine about both demon twins being sent back to the past to right before an incident where Danyal tried to flee the League with Damian but Damian betrayed him.

The distinction is in this version, Danyal actually died in the first timeline. No secret survival, no getting revived, no ghost stuff (or well at least none that he can remember), nothing. Damian genuinely killed him.

And Damian has had years to grow from that, but Danyal hasn’t. He never got a chance to mellow out and became Danny yet, and that betrayal is still very fresh in his mind.

He isn’t going to react well to Damian in the slightest, especially considering how out of character he sees Damian as acting

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for babysitting the Barton kids with Natasha

Natasha Romanoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: silly lil concept. also its like implied nat and y/n are dating but not explicit so like it can def be platonic or romantic depending on how you perceive it.

prompt:

oh you KNOWWW it’s gonna be a good time when “auntie nat” and y/n show up to babysit

clint and laura were going out of town for a whole week and left you two—the only two they trusted—to watch their three kids

and ofc the kids loved you guys to death

“can you show me how to shoot a gun?” -lila

“let’s check the rules your mom left” -nat, reading the note on the fridge “‘don’t let the kids touch your guns’ sorry kid, against the rules”

cooking was something you both were dreading

“can we take the quinjet to get mcdonalds?” -you

“only if you fly” -nat

no R-rated movies was circled and underlined on the “rules” note about 10 times

but the terminator doesn’t count right?

being woken up by nate in the middle of the night bc he cant sleep

“your turn, nat” -you

after nat didn’t come back to bed for a while you found her and nate playing “spies” (she really wanted him to be her mini-me 😭)

“y/n! wanna play?” -nate

*defeated sigh* “sure!” -you

within 20 minutes all the kids were downstairs pretending to be spies and the new mission was “get the kids back to bed”

“no, we cant dye nates hair red” -you

“it’d look great” -nat

“natasha they’re never going to let us see the kids again” -you

three kids is just a LOT of work

you had newfound respect for clint and laura

“it’d be easier if we could drug them” -nat

“yeah…..NO” -you

cooper and lila would start arguing over the shower, nate didn’t like his breakfast, nat was getting stir crazy, you were trying to patch a hole in the wall before clint ever knew it was there—yeah. pretty great stuff

check-in calls with laura

“hey! how are they doing, not causing you too much trouble?” -laura

*lila and cooper doing nat’s makeup TERRIBLY* “oh, yeah, we’re just fine. hang on. i have to send you a picture” -you, getting photographic evidence

“oh. my god. clint, you have to see this” -laura, holding up her phone to show the worlds deadliest assassin with horrendous green eyeshadow on her eyes and cheeks and smeared lipstick

“how’d they find my makeup?” -clint, sarcastically

you didn’t know it yet, but you’d be the next victim

“oh, thanks guys…you didn’t have to” -you

truthfully you and nat got some hilarious pictures together

those pictures would live on the barton fridge for years

tending to farm things

“should we call tony? the tractor is broken again” -you

“are you kidding? this is my week away from tony” -nat

it was kind of like a vacation for you guys too. it was no paris or london, but it was an escape from your routine

but you did already make plans for paris for right after this

“watching kids for a week earns us a nice vacation, right?” -you

“i feel like saving the world several times earns us a vacation, but sure, if you think babysitting is the way to go, we can do this more” -nat

lila asking for coffee

you checking the rules list, which has a bullet point saying “do not let lila have coffee”

cool aunt nat almost made her a nice little latte too

“hey, spies might be allowed to lie, but little girls are not. try again later” -you

pretending to be an elderly couple on the porch rocking chairs, drinking your morning coffe and watching the sunrise

“maybe we should retire. get a nice house in the woods. ignore the avengers when they call.” -you

“i don’t hate that idea” -nat

trying to get the kids to do their chores was a hassle

dishes, trash, laundry, cleaning bathrooms, these kids must have thought THEY were on vacation

“i hate how these kids are just not afraid of assassins. that is not normal” -nat

“it’s normal when they call a world famous assassin auntie nat” -you

“are you saying im going soft?” -nat

“i would never say that…” -you

she says in shock like she didn’t just bake cookies with them.

laura and clint finally came home and you guys had dinner ready for them

“aw, you didn’t have to do that” -laura

“don’t worry about it, i know you’ve been on the road all day” -you

you all ate dinner together and said your goodbyes and the kids all gave you a group hug

“i hope they behaved for you” -clint

“they were just perfect” -nat

and on your way out, you heard

“hey, did someone put a hole in the wall? this looks freshly patched” -clint

the kids scattered and you and nat were wise to exit promptly

“love you guys! lets do this again sometime!”

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @prettysbliss // @simp-legend // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @beth-gallagher22 // @sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[blurry-lock]

Hi Vann! I love your fics! 💗 Also, I just wanna say Shidou is also my fav character! So I want to request a one-shot if you don’t mind hehehe.

My idea is a Shidou x f!reader.

The situation goes like this: The reader is focused on studying and tutoring Shidou. Meanwhile, Shidou’s being all touchy, playful, and way too close. She tells him to stop—but when his lips brush hers, she melts. The kiss is deep, hot, and she doesn’t stop him.

Everything you make feels so you and I love it—hope you’re being kind to yourself too. Your talent is unreal. Please don’t forget to take care of the real you! ❤️💕

STUDYING SESSION

The tutoring lessons didn’t go as planned

What you need to know: f! Reader, slightly nonchalant? Reader, suggestive, Shidou being a flirt

Notes: tysm for the request and your words 🥺 i really appreciate it and i think i needed to hear that so ty again!! Hope you like this <3

Words: 1.2k

This was a common occurrence, helping Shidou on his classes while he barely paid attention to you as he was too focused checking you out, brushing his shoulder with yours from time to time and when you threatened to leave he put out the biggest pout and finally managed to behave himself and learn from you.

From Shidou’s perspective? He was head over heels for you, he loved how you would glared at him or how you would grip his wrist with force when he was getting touchy, you could’ve punch him and he would be grateful for it. That is how much he is in love with you, he didn’t even need that much of tutoring his grades were average, he just wanted to see your pretty face.

And he knows behind that unbothered and cold attitude from yours, he knows you feel the same because every time he touches you and flirts either he can see the subtle smile you make before rolling your eyes and turning your head away or he can see the tip of your ears having an almost invisible tint of red. No matter how much you tell him to stop or glare at him, he knows your real feelings, he is very observant of you.

He also found it funny how guys approached you, they were either too scared to even look your way or overly confident. The way you rejected and glared at the guys them was different from how you threatened Shidou and while you thought it didn’t show, it very much did or at least he knew.

‘Is he really going to ask her out with that face?’ He thought every time he saw a guy trying to get a chance with you, because to him no other guy could put up with you unless it was him. Shidou is a handsome man and he is very much aware of it, but no matter how popular or how many girls and even guys would try to get his attention, there was something about you that drive him crazy.

Today was no different, you were helping Shidou with some math problems while he was just looking at you and glancing at your lips and how that gloss or whatever you had really suited you.

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me today, what do ya think?” He grinned, totally ignoring your previous questions about the math problems. “We could go to the coffee shop, the mall…” He spoke in a sultry tone, leaning closer to you and placing a hand on your knee.

“Are you even listening to me?” You glared at him, unfazed by his closeness.

You were here just to help him out, nothing else or that’s what you wanted to believe because it was becoming very hard to reject Shidou when he was the only one that made your heart race and you hated that. You hated feeling vulnerable and weak, but truth always comes out or that’s what they say.

“Come on, lighten up a bit sweetheart~” He leaned closer as he placed his other arm around your shoulders. “I think we should take a break from studying, don’t ya think?”

“I think you should stop and really start to solve your math problems.” Your glare intensified, but at the same time you didn’t back away from him.

“Is that really what you want?” He whispered as his lips were inches away from yours, his deep voice making a shiver ran down your spine.

You huffed and slightly looked away, Shidou could see how your ears were slightly red, he was getting to you. The smirk on his face widened at your reaction so he decided how much further he could go until you finally gave in your true feelings.

“Look at me.” He gently held your jaw and make you look at him and as he did, your lips almost brushed against his.

Your heart raced and you could feel his breathing from how close you were, while your breath hitched, his was calm and warm. You asked yourself how could he be so calm when you’re this close to each other? Simple, he liked you and he was so sure you wouldn’t back away, he was a hella confident guy. Worst you could do is slap him and even he would enjoy that.

“Do I make you nervous?” He smirked, glancing at at your soft lips.

You didn’t answer, couldn’t find the words, you wanted to push him away but at the same time you wished he was closer. You hated how you melted for his stupid flirting and how he was totally your type.

Shidou kept looking at you with his signature smirk, he placed a hand in your cheek and the other one in your nape as he suddenly smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss wasn’t sweet and soft, it was rough, hungry and full of passion and you didn’t stop him, instead you returned the kiss with the same energy. This feeling was better that words, finally giving in your desires. Shidou smirked through the kiss already knowing you’d obviously correspond him, he pulled you impossibly close to him as his hands wandered through your body. As the kiss deepened he let out a quiet moan while he pulled you to his lap.

The sound of some books falling made you jolt back and realize you were still in the school library having a supposed tutoring session. Both of you panting, faces red and your lips smeared of lipstick. Seeing him after that kiss made you flustered as hell you couldn’t even look him in the eye, your serious and cold demeanor completely melting away.

“Why’d you stop?” He tilted his head, gripping your thigh as he still kept you in his lap.

“Shidou we are supposed to be studying and we are at the library!” You huffed, looking down at his hand.

“So? Let them see and be jealous they can’t have you.” He chuckled lowly, squeezing your thigh.

You just rolled your eyes and looked away, you didn’t want to admit you enjoyed it.

“I’m gonna ask again sweetheart~” His usual smirk plastered all over his face as he gently grabbed your jaw, making you look his way. “Do you wanna go out today?”

You look away again, unable to see his way and not wanting to let him see this flustered side of you.

“Come on, answer me, I know you want to.” He chuckled slightly as his grip on your jaw tightened.

“F-fine… I’ll give you a chance…” You muttered and finally look his way and this time instead of seeing his usual cocky grin you got to see a genuine excited smile, your heart melting at the sight.

He looks so cute… You thought as you kept staring at him, mesmerized by the sight.

“You think i’m cute, don’t ya?” His usual smirk returned as he cupped your face, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

You hated how he could read you so easily, you hated his smirk, how confident he was and you hated how he always got his way to get in to you.

But maybe, just maybe you didn’t hate it at all. Shidou’s impact was so strong your feelings turned from hate to love.

Hope you like this one!! Again, sorry for the slow updates, i’ll keep on posting and i appreciate the patience.

Also I appreciate all the reblogs, likes, requests and comments

Masterlist here

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

GIVE ME THAT M!READER FIC. I'M A MALE MYSELF AND I NEED JAMES HETFIELD FICS. I'm not thaaat gay but I would definitely suck his dick.

A/n: this is part one bc I have plans 😈

Warnings: homophobia, degradation, oral (m receiving), cumming untouched, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Rock was your whole life, you played guitar to drum, piano, anything and everything. You played in your own band but you weren’t very big so you looked for other jobs that still kept you in the scene.

You’d been a roadie for a long time and managed to get a gig with Metallica. You were excited, you loved Metallica as any metalhead does, getting paid to see them was a dream, but you quickly grew to regret it.

James Hetfield, he was known to be a dick but you hadn’t expected this. You’d be doing your job at soundcheck, tuning guitars and making sure everything was set up right, James would find you and ask you questions. Really personal and invasive questions about your love life, more specifically your sex life.

You were crouched down and fidgeting with an amp, making sure to get the right sound out of it, when James came over. He leaned against a nearby wall, cigar between his lips before he took it in his fingers and breathed out the smoke. “Is that what you look like with your boyfriend?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Your hands paused and you did your best not to look at him. “My what?” You muttered, though you knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

“Your boyfriend, you know? Or, do you not have one?” He asked with light laughter. You inhaled deeply and exhaled heavily. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” He was just teasing, teasing to get under your skin. “Just need some big strong man to come fill you up, uh? Bet you have a bucket of dicks in your bus for when you get lonely.” You got up, needing a break from him before you got back to work.

He didn’t follow you but you heard his laughter floating through the air, finding your ears like missiles in the wind. “Run along, gay boy.” You shot him a look at that.

“I’m not fucking gay, James!” His laughter got louder as you stormed off. You weren’t gay, you never liked men, you told him as much. There was no reason for the jokes other than to piss you off and, as much as you tried not to let them get to you, they did.

The shows went on, you did your best to avoid James but he went out of his way to find you. The questions got worse, “what porn do you watch to get off?” “Dick gets hard every time you see me, right? That’s why you always walk away.”

One night it just went too far, Metallica was supposed to be going on stage soon and you were hiding backstage. Of course James found you, he always finds you. You were in a small room with an old couch, hiding behind your phone. “Even found us a little hideout this time? How thoughtful.”

You glared at him, watching as he approached slowly, standing over you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Do you want me to suck your dick?” You asked, a bite to your voice.

James’s eyes widened slightly. “What?” He asked.

“You always talk about it, me being gay, wanting some old man to fuck me right.” You spoke, standing up yourself to even the heights a little. “Maybe it’s just projection, huh? Maybe you’re the gay one who wants to fuck me.”

James stared at you for a long moment, questioning if you’d really just said that to him. He grabbed you by your collar, old as he was he wasn’t weak by any means. You thought he was gonna fight you, instead he pulled you close and crashed his lips down on yours.

You took a step back, stumbling slightly but he didn’t let go of you, tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring it. You had your hands on his shoulders, pushing him off but he didn’t budge.

James spun you around and forced you onto your knees, falling onto the couch in front of you. “You wanna talk a big talk for a fucking faggot.” He had you right where he wanted you, on your knees and defenceless. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, sweetheart.” He mused, sitting back. If you tried you might be able to make a run for it…

James was working on his jeans, undoing his belt. He knew exactly what you were thinking, how easy it would be to get to the door, he wouldn’t chase after you with his pants down. He moved his boot between your legs, adding pressure to your cock through your own jeans. You winced, hands instinctively grabbing his calf.

“Stay down, you’re not getting out of this one that easily.” He assured, pressing his toes down on you. Your hips bucked involuntarily and your face heated up a deep shade of red. “You love this, don’t you?” He asked, lifting his hips to get his jeans down. “Love being treated like a fucking dog. Get up and strip for me.” He ordered, bringing his hands behind his head as he relaxed further into the couch.

You hesitated, however, with no safe way out of this you had to do as he commanded. You stood up and pulled your jacket off before getting your shirt over your head, James whistled at the sight, only making your cheeks hotter. You got to work on your jeans, kicking your boots off while James watched eagerly as you stripped for him.

Your pants fell to the ground, pooling around your ankles. Your boxers followed and James’s laughter echoed throughout the room. “So fucking tiny! You really thought you were gonna fuck women with that thing? Jesus, you’d be better off with a pussy, least that has a use.” He gave his thought a pat, getting you back on your knees in front of him. “Go on, see what a real cock looks like.”

You didn’t dare look him in the eye as you pulled his boxers down, just enough to let his cock spring free, hitting his abdomen. He was rock hard, easily eight, maybe even nine inches. He was thick and veiny with an angry red tip, aching for some attention. At the base was thick white hair leading up his stomach, you wanted to make jokes about his age but you were choking on your words.

“Not gay, huh? You got stars in your eyes.” He said with a grin, reaching for the back of your head, tangling in your hair. He brought you closer to his cock, using his other hand to press his tip to your lips, smearing pre all over like makeup. “Go on, you know exactly what to do, don’t you?” Your gaze flickered up to his, head tilting to get away from him but he held you in place. You shook your head and he chuckled lowly. “Open your mouth and down fucking close it or I’ll tie you up in my bus, alright?” With a threat like that you had no choice, opening your mouth wide and letting him push himself down your throat, waiting for you to gag.

You pushed your face into his pubes and held you there while you squirmed, hands flying to his thighs to push off of him but it was no use. “Breathe through your nose.” He said, but the words barely made it to your ears. He pulled your head back, a firm grip on your hair close to the roots.

He had you bobbing your head on his cock, you gagged and choked on him, tears coming to your eyes as drool dribbled out the corners of your mouth. Low groans started leaving him, your mouth starting to feel really good. His hips thrusting up, small snaps at first but soon he was holding your head in place and fucking your throat roughly, spitting degrading words. “Look at you, taking my cock real good for someone who’s not gay, huh? No, you were just waiting for this, weren’t you? Needing me to fuck you back into your place, fucking queer.”

All of it felt weird all over, your throat was hoarse and hurt, your eyes stung from tears that now streamed down your cheeks. Your jaw hurt from holding it open for him but you knew you’d be punished bad if you shut your mouth. You clawed are his thighs, it only seemed to spur him on; your own thighs burned and your gut felt weirdly hot.

James was close, his pulsing down your throat had the pieces clicking together you and realized what that feeling was. Your eyes widened slightly, you whined around his cock and it made James groan, deep and guttural. It was too late, there was no stopping it, only moaning around him as you came untouched, a puddle of your cum pooling on the floor in front of you.

Your throat constricted around James, who was still pounding your mouth like his own personal fucktoy. “Oh, fuck, you can be useful, huh?” He said through grunts, teeth grinding together from the pleasure. “Swallow it all, not a single drop slips out, understood?” You didn’t want to nod, he gave your cheek a harsh smack when you didn’t. “Good boy.”

With a few final thrusts he came, loud groans filling the room. He made sure you really did swallow it all before pulling out. “Open.” He ordered, tilting your head back. You stuck your tongue out, letting him see it was all gone. He gave you head a few good pats. “Good boy.” You hoped he wouldn’t see your cock twitching at the name.

James fixed himself up, getting himself back into his jeans and he stood up, laughing when he saw your mess. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He blurted. “I didn’t even do anything for you, sucking me off made you that fucking horny? You fucking whore, you gay fucking whore.” You couldn’t do anything, say anything. Your throat was raw and all you wanted to do was deny it, but you couldn’t. James didn’t do anything but use you and step on your cock, he made you cum so fucking hard your legs felt numb.

You watched him walk out of the room like nothing happened at all, his head held high as he went while you were stuck on your knees with a puddle of cum and a full belly, but not nearly full enough.

[winterspiderpurrs]

First two parts

" uhh I gotta go. I'll call you back. "

" Don't you dare hang up on me Peter!"

Peter knew that tone, but he still pulled the phone away from his ear and swiped to end the call. Tony was going to be upset but he was already in trouble, now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Like how the Black Widow had just climbed up onto the balcony of the villa.

Peter moves to open the door to the balcony inviting her in.

" Uh… Hi Auntie Nat.. that was too quick for Dad to have contacted you… so I guess its safe to assume you found out something about Jamie.."

Natasha scopes out the room before moving to stand in front of Peter. She stares at him for a moment before pulling him into a hug.

"Oh moy malen'kiy pauk. What a tangled web you are in now."

Peter sighs and hugs her back.

" That bad huh?"

" Your…. Jamie, is a ghost, it took a lot of digging for the dots to connect. The only good thing is that thankfully your father never had any conflict with him. "

Peter sighed, and pulled away from her, moving to go sit on the edge of the bed, he stares down at his buzzing phone caller ID reflecting 'Dad' he tosses the phone onto the bed lightly. Moving to start rubbing at his eyes in frustration, trying to fight the tears that were starting to form.

"This is such a mess…. how… how likely would Dad accept him you think? I… I want this to work."

Natasha raised an eyebrow glanced around the room then back at Peter.

"Is he worth it? You just met, to put this much trust in him already…"

" I know! Him and I haven't ya know… known each other long. But Auntie Nat… He is it, this… I never connected with anyone like this. And after the wedding… well we talked, we've done dates, living together and I… don't want it to end. And I think this can work. I really do. "

Shaking her head, Natasha walked closer to Peter and put her hand on his shoulder.

" I won't go against your father… but I will do what I can. Winter would be a valuable asset, a good partnership for the family. Your father will need to calm down before granting any sort of blessing when he comes around."

" If he does… I just thought I finally met a guy and we connected and sure its not ideal Vegas wedding and all but…"

" I know. Thankfully we have more then just me to help…show your father the advantages of this. Your his baby boy but this is still a business."

Just then the door of the bed room opens. Bucky walks inside, eyes the two in the room. His expression softens as he sees the red teary eyed filled Peter.

" Oh Doll. I know this is as much as a surprise for you as it was for me."

Bucky eyed Natasha who now had her hand on the gun on her waist, he nodded in greeting.

" Natalia "

" Winter"

Bucky then turned to look back at Peter, moving to crouch down in front of him, reaching a hand up to hold his hand in his. Pulling the hand close and presses a kiss onto the top of his hand.

" I'm willing to talk to your Father and work this out. Negotiate a contract if I need. As long as your in it, I'm in it. Not saying their won't be issues but if you wanna keep me around, I'll be more then willing to keep our vows."

" I'm willing if you are"

"I guess that settles that Doll. We will get something set up, and I can get us a place to stay with in your Dad's territory or somewhere neutral."

Natasha eyes the pair before moving to step over to the other side of the room. She pulled out her phone, and typed up a series of messages. Once she hit send, she finds another contact in her phone and calls it.

" Nat! Please don't shoot Bucky! I know that.."

"Hello to you too Cap. I'm not shooting anyone… for now. But we need to form a game plan."

"Yeah?"

" Winter and Boss need to met, and…hopefully we can resolve this with little bloodshed."

Steve was about to respond when a loud voice could be heard in the background.

" THE FUCKING WINTER SOLDIER?! With MY BAMBINO! Jesus Fucking CHRIST. HAPPY! CAP! Get my CAR NOW! I need to get to my JET! "

"Ah shit… I got to go. I'll keep you posted"

Natasha put the phone away and walks back over to Bucky and Peter.

"Your father is going to be heading here. Hopefully we can direct him to neutral grounds. How fast can you get up to London?"

" We can leave within the hour. I'll contact Steve's Peggy there for a meeting place. Possibly a hotel that will… be conducive to a discussion."

" Peter, he brought you home to food, go eat"

"Auntie Nat..."

"We will be down shortly, don't worry."

Peter eyes the two, before pressing a kiss against Bucky's cheek, then he exits the room to head downstairs.

Bucky stands and stares at Natasha.

" If I ever find out that you hurt him. Emotionally, Physically, even if he wakes up from a dream thinking you wronged him. Hurt his feelings or makes him feel bad about himself. Your done. Understood?"

"Of course.... Auntie Nat? "

"Don't make me hurt you.....Jamie?"

"Understood"

*******************

@pretty-bratty I added a 3rd part for your viewing pleasure! Hopefully you like it!

[zhemariart]

aight aight aight

been obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3 for the past couple months, time to churn out some of all the art I day dream about. Starting with one of my Tavs, Xarmir <:

[thelien-art]

✨Him✨

What is he thinking about? You tell me

[greennoobartist]

Have some school shenanigans from Thursday and today cus why not :)

Thursday:

Vio and Shadow helped me with my work again :) We had to write a vignette (basically a short story with only two characters) and *sigh* yeah... I chose Vio and Shadow. Fluffy? Nope :) Would've been angsty asf if I didn't remade it to match like slice-of-life style :D

My computer science teacher plays Nintendo music during class and i love it sm ^^ So far she played Courage from TP (i love that song it makes me wanna cry), Mario Galaxy, and a lot of pkmn soundtracks :D Since I only played Kanto and Johto so far, i didn't recognize much but I knew it's from pkmn. And that day, she played a soundtrack of a route from Leaf Green. I don't know what route it is, ill try to find it, but I wanted to cry. It, it brought such nostalgia and memories i wanted to cry right there in the middle of the class. Leaf green is my first pkmn game and I love it sm and hearing that soundtrack was so nostalgic 😭😭😭 I literally barely held back my tears until it was over and she played another soundtrack from pkmn again but with no deep meaning for me. LEAF GREEN MY BELOVED I MISS YOU 😭😭😭 VENUSAUR MY SON I HOPE YOU'RE STILL ALIVEEEEE 😭😭😭💚💚💚

I don't wanna brag but I think im too smart for my class :)

Friday:

I had to edit the vignette for my teacher to grade it and it was actually so hard 😭 Im bad at editing my own work and it was so hard bcuz i love to detail stuff but a vignette is supposed to be short. I barely made it. When I kinda did it, i showed it to my teacher and this is exactly what happened:

Teacher: I see that you're a passionate reader. This is great!

TSoTT Shadow in my imagination: *gently bumps me with his elbow* hehe, told you. I told you your writing is great! Now ya shouldn't doubt TSoTT cuz ya actually try very hard with it!

Me: Yeah, i do love to read lots of stories. Im actually writing one.

Teacher: great job! *writes a 100 in the grade book*

TSoTT Shadow: *grins mischievously at me*

Me: Thank you.

(Yeah im a crazy person I actually imagine my TSoTT boys talk to me and interact with me during regular day. Shadow is most commonly bcuz imagine him coming out of my Shadow and it isn't rare for Vio to be too)

This time my computer science teacher played pkmn soundtracks again, but this time there was no that caused such nostalgia from me. I tried to take my headphones to find what route it is, but my headphones didn't work so i had to leave it for later.

I spedran all of my work as fast as I could just so i can be free for spring break :D I was actually barely able to do it and im so happy :3 I was literally staring at the clock and zapped out of the classroom when the bell rang, i really wanted to leave bcuz this week wasn't really nice to me :(

And again: i think im too smart for my class bcuz this was literally me today:

I literally quoted him without regrets bcuz oh my God why is everyone in my class so immature and DUMB?? Like am I acting WAAAY too mature or y'all never grew up?

Anyways that's it :D

I just had to yap for a bit bcuz when I yap about random stuff it means that im happy and i am actually happy since I have lots of stuff planned out. Everyone continues to be pessimistic around me and today I think it was even worse idk. But I don't wanna focus on that now, i wanna take care of myself and be positive after 3 fucking years :3

(me to all negative people around me: mess up with my mood and you're dead 🔪)

[koko2unite]

so many expenses this month and most of it isnt even for me :(

[kateis-cakeis]

rewatching bbc merlin really has me like buzzing in my mind with so many thoughts. Like I'm kinda watching it backwards atm going from S5 to S4, I think I will jump around 3, 2, and 1 but just,,,, there is so much especially in S5 that makes me !!!!!!!

Honestly, I feel like this fandom has to give the writers more credit. Like they did a damn good job, and to me, it's such a good tragedy. Especially how S5 plays out, it takes everything and just tears you down, and down, and down. It's perfect, perfect with flaws! But still perfect

[that-was-anticlimactic]

i feel like it’s cheating to say kenji for the ask game cause everyone will (unless they Didnt. then please do). but also yosano for the ask game!!

yosano

first impression: yooo erica lindbeck! okay, okay! i know i'll love her and also omg her design is GORGEOUS what the heck also oh god poor ginger snow guy yikes but have fun ig???

impression now: HIIIIII BESTIE OMG um okay so let's kill m*ri together, kay? and then um you should wear a suit bc i think you'd look SO GOOD IN A SUIT!!! also ily btw you are super cool and omgi wanna see your character get explored with guilt bc is hurting people to heal them traumatic at all for you??? i just. oiuyftdrtfgyuhioiuygtfyghuijo i miss youuuuuuuuu

favorite moment: oh gosh... well, i love the moment when yosano greeted atsushi and was like "wanna come shopping with me" and everyone Zoomed out of the room lol but like also... the moment in s4 after the agency got framed and so she, kunikida, kenji, kyouka, and jun killed themselves but they weren't exactly dead yet and then she revived them all like healed them all that scene is just. SO GOOD??? HELLO??? MISS MA'AM ILYSM??? it was just SO DOPE and also SO PRETTY???

idea for a story: hmm i don't have too many yosano fic ideas, but i would like to maybe write a yosano & ranpo found sibling fic sometime or like... a yosano & jun'ichirou fic like idk what it would be about, but i think the two of them interacting would be very interesting. ooooh or a chaotic yosano & kajii friendship fic where they torment everyone with their "friendship" bc they SWEAR they aren't friends!!!

unpopular opinion: i really hate the yosano x k.oyou ship. so much. i cannot STAND it. i would rather yosano never date or be in a relationship with anyone than have her and k.oyou be a thing. also yosano isn't sadistic

favorite relationship: (non-romantic) this is hard bc i instinctively want to say yosano & kajii just bc i think they should become friends after the train incident bc i think they would be the most CHAOTIC friends fr imagine the science-y things they could do together... two people who wouldn't get hurt by kajii's explosions... ough... but also like. yosano & ranpo bc. DUH!!! i mean... ranpo changed her life fr and they are SIBLINGS okay wait here's another unpopular opinion for y'all: the ranpo & yosano are siblings tag should have OS MANY MORE FICS IN IT than the dazai & yosano are siblings tag. i mean. hello??? ranpo is RIGHT THERE???

favorite headcanon: yosano is a trans lesbian and she and ranpo are literally siblings and she gets chronic migraines which sucks bc she can't heal those and also she once lost her watch in jun'ichirou and yes that is a reference to a fic i read once but it made me giggle so hard that it's canon to me now~ oh and also she had a one night stand with agatha christie <333

[trevanent]

I think one thing I will say about the finale was that the most problematic aspect of the concept of the show was how it feels like they had to use the Fionna and Cake plot to Trojan horse a resolution to a swathe of loose ends Simon and Betty's arcs had. They pulled it off even better than I ever wanted to let myself hope for for the most part but I would say my main issue if anything was how cramped the finale felt when I think they could have left a lot more up to season 2 speculations (especially with the resolutions for the alt universes, they didn't really feel necessary when they basically just had to egg Scarab).

I feel I liked the understated melancholies of seeing Simon recontextualized and kinda infantilized in that temporary form hosting his mind, and some people have said the Casper and Nova thing felt hamfisted but I thought the vibes were too cute to care that it wasn't particularly "efficient" as far as metaphors go, but that does slow down the pace which probably crunched the ending a little harder :'). But it also worked in further showing the sad side-effect of the crown on Simon's relationships, including that of stunting his ability to have ever matured in his understandings of love and his relationship with Betty. I also think their last scene in the memory worked because it was Simon reconsidering how he viewed their relationship for the first time, even if his attempt to do for Betty what she did for him would have just been an inversion of their original flaw, the scene rests on them understanding it's unchangeable anyway, so that decision doesn't matter so much and it's not something for Simon to dwell on.

I also feel I liked the scene a lot in spite of how scarce it felt in the finale was because of what was most conspicuously unaddressed, which was just the sheer logistical impossibility of any different choices they made having possibly been any "better." It sticks out because Betty says they could have made better choices, which kinda seems to situate their relationship in a vacuum as if there wasn't a very high likelihood had they done anything different at that crossroads, they would have just been literally nuked into orbit regardless. Sure, it seems like enough time had passed for them to have worked out their relationship better at least and then died, but that kinda seems better by an arbitrarily less tragic amount, and really it seems the least tragic possibilities ever were either that they conceive their relationship more healthily, Simon finds the crown and protects Betty from exploding somehow and also doesn't warp her to the future, and they live some terrible survival life but at least they get a chance to live something kinda fulfilling and Betty probably would have taken care of Ice King decently for the remainder of her life once Simon was gone while also having a better understanding of what had happened to him. The only other hand would be that she also was still warped to the future he finds the crown but Simon had not enabled her self-sacrificial tendencies and so she becomes less undividedly obsessed with saving him and instead integrates into Ooo more properly and also accepts what had become of him (I find it hard to think she would have just let him die either way though lmao).

That all said, they had been around a long time to have reflected over everything. I think it is a bit of an issue that they don't really allude to that, but I find it easy to believe that they did recognize how thwarted a happy ending would ever be for them by all angles of their reality, yet they still had that tender ache of that simple and small tragedy just between them two that still exists within the torrent of catastrophe that engulfed them and the breadth of their fate. So much horror in their lives but they reconnect and find themselves primarily concerned with that last regret of not having been able to make the ideal relationship they quite thought they had.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

bad wolf soda <3

[windupaidoneus]

ok ive finished the dlc so now i can properly say my least favourite thing about dragon age awakening is that the women feel like an afterthought & don't fit in the group at all. & i want to care about them & their banter so much. but i really don't because the game is giving me fucking nothing

[felikatze]

i've had dwyer for .2 seconds but i support his journey to smashing his father's head in with a coffee cup