#i cant believe I Didn’t recognize him before!

[theamazingannie]

Watching the IGN Shadow and Bone interview and when Patrick Gibson started talking I went “oh my god is that ‘people are gay, Steve’???”

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

•

•

It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

 I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.

[literaila]

Can we get a scene where reader and satoru get sent to the principals office? I think it would be so chaotic

“y/n,” satoru coos, poking at your cheek. “c’mon, i know you want to say something.”

you slap his hand away, refusing to look at him.

“you’re scowling, and your mouth keeps twitching,” your face hardens even more and satoru sighs. “just let it out. it’s just us, you know? no need to feel self conscious around little old me.”

you let his stupid arrogant voice ring out, crossing your arms.

your eyes are drooping, your neck is sore and you feel… furious, idiotic, nervous, and most of all—furious.

this is all gojo’s stupid fault, with his stupid ideas, his stupid sunglasses, and his stupid gps.

seriously, how dumb can one person be?

you’ve gotten in trouble with him before—for bickering during training, or stealing his snacks, or being late for dinner because someone forgot how to tie his shoes—but it’s never been this bad.

yaga’s never had to step out of the classroom for so long to… what? avoid a heart attack? keep his head from exploding?

so if you’re ignoring satoru and secretly plotting his demise, who can blame you?

if nanami were here, he would approve.

gojo groans. “just say something,” he pleads. “i hate the silent treatment. i might die. do you want me to die?”

and maybe it’s his tone of voice, or the innocence he’s showboating, or his mental incompetence, but you break.

“go to hell,” you hiss, still staring at the chalk board.

damn it.

he grins at you, pulling on the sleeve of your shirt. “that’s not very friendly,” he tells you. “what would haibara say?”

maybe you can’t look at him because his face is another one of your breaking points. if only yaga was as susceptible to his grin as you.

“he would tell you to stop antagonizing me,” you slump down in your seat, feet tapping against the floor anxiously.

“what? i wouldn’t do that to my favorite underclassman.”

“this is all your fault.”

satoru snorts. “i cant even drive,” he argues. “and you’re the one who made the key.”

“only because i was listening to you! you told me no one would even notice.”

“i don’t recall.”

“‘c’mon, y/n,’” you mock, “‘it’ll be fine. everyone’s sleeping. don’t you wanna go for a joyride?’”

“who is that supposed to be?”

“i can’t believe you.”

satoru sighs. “how is this my fault? you’re the one who couldn’t sleep.”

you finally turn to him, eyes sharper than daggers. his smile can go to hell too.

“i hope you’ve enjoyed your life so far because it’s going to be over as soon as we get out of here.”

“go ahead and try, sweetheart.”

“i will kill you—“

satoru shakes his head. then he holds his hands up in defense. “you try and help a friend,” he says, so pitifully. “you try to be nice and instead of thank you, you get threatened.”

you lean towards him unconsciously. everything about satoru is a antithesis to evolution, to karma. “you want me to thank you for getting me potentially expelled?”

he laughs. “you’re worried about yaga? that pushover? when me and suguru broke that wall he just told us that curfew was an hour earlier.”

“well we didn’t break a wall, you dimwit! we stole a car!”

satoru taps at the table, snorting. “dimwit? that’s what you came up with?”

“it’s four in the morning!”

“is that why you’re so moody?”

“i am not moody,” you kick at his leg. “you’re just annoying.”

if nothing else, at least the bickering is a nice distraction from the actual crisis at hand.

in a couple of days you’ll probably appreciate this moment for what it is. appreciate gojo for caring about your insomnia and pulling you away from your hell of a world for at least a couple of hours.

you’ll recognize him for what he is. you’ll remember that the only reason you agreed to a late night drive with him is because of those eyes, because he smiled at you when he asked and—

you’ll look back at this fondly someday.

but for right now you would like to blame gojo for everything and punch him in his stupid face.

he nudges you back. “you’re freaking out about this for no reason.”

“we’re locked in a classroom waiting for yaga’s verdict,” you grind out, “he dragged you in by your ear.”

gojo waves a hand. he leans back in the chair, hands behind his head. “he’ll yell at us for an hour and then make us clean the common room.”

“i saw a vein on his forehead.”

“that’s always been there.”

you sigh and close your eyes. “i’m going to be homeless. i’m gonna be kicked out and i’ll have to work at a gas station for the rest of my life and i’ll probably be fired and i’ll never amount to anything.”

satoru laughs.

you whine, laying across the desk. “i’m never going to see shoko again.”

“i’m sure she’ll visit you at the gas station. you know how much she smokes.”

you make a face. “i’ll have to find some old rich guy to marry.”

“just marry me instead,” satoru suggests, easily.

you give him a blank stare. “you’re already dead in this scenario.”

he yawns, looking around. then he turns back to you. “are you really only going to miss shoko? what about me?”

“i’ll go to your funeral, i guess.”

satoru pouts. “i was helping you! i’m older and wiser. just trust me on this.”

“i trusted you when you said there was no way for yaga to find out.”

“okay…” satoru licks his lips. “so i make one mistake.”

you glare at him. “one?”

he grins. “at least if we get expelled, we’ll be expelled together.”

“are you kidding? me and one of the three special grade sorcerers? you’ll get a slap on the wrist.”

satoru contemplates this for a moment, and you suddenly realize that he looks.. tired. did he stay up just to entertain you? should you feel bad for getting him in trouble because he wanted to make you feel better? should you care about him at all?

he taps at his chin, another smile breaking his face. “you bring up a good point. i’ll just threaten yaga if he tries to kick you out.”

you groan, rubbing your eyes, deciding you don’t care if he’s tired or not. “i genuinely don’t know how you’ve survived this long.”

“well, it’s—“

and then the classroom door opens.

both of you sit up—because despite whatever satoru might say, you know he’s just feigning nonchalance. if anything, he’s at least dreading a lecture.

its just instinctual when you open your mouth, really.

“it’s all gojo’s fault—“

“she’s the one who crashed the car—“

you both turn to each other simultaneously, words clashing into one another.

satoru frowns and you point a finger at him. “it’s called parking you asshole—“

and, okay. maybe its a little bit your fault.

[rikiislvr]

ఌ see you again. | nishimura riki

(based off this tiktok that i sobbed over.. creds to enlupen on tiktok!)

pairing : afab!reader x nishimura riki

summary : you & ki haven’t seen each other since you two parted your ways due to him being a idol and you focusing more on school. until you run into him at a local cat cafe as he was vlogging for his content, does he remember you after it’s been 2 years?

you walked down the street with your beats on, as you came across a cat cafe that was open, you peaked your head through the window to see many cats running around and playing. your heart melted at the scenery and decided to go in.

as soon as you walked inside many cats ran up to the gate that separated them from getting close to the door, meowing repeatedly as you awed. you paid the worker for a hour stay with the cats, as he opened the gate and let you in telling you rules about the cats and what not to do, once he was done you quickly sat on the floor and they all swarmed up around you.

“oh! so cute!” you smiled brightly trying to show attention to them all, you got up to go up the stairs that led to another room, some cats following you as you went, you smiled and picked one up and went inside the room with more older looking cats.

you gasped and was about to take a step to move closer until someone caught your eye, you turned over and who you saw made your heart drop. your eyes began to water.

niki.

he was sitting on the floor with a vlog camera in front of him as he played with a cat, he looked beautiful. his blonde hair rested beautifully over his forehead, a dark jean jacket that popped out his features. you haven’t seen him in years. you wondered if he’d recognize you since he’s like famous now.

you froze. you couldn’t even move. you just admired how handsome he was, he suddenly lifted his head locking eyes with you, making you gasp and quickly look away.

did he see me? oh please tell me he didn’t.. maybe i should go? yes let’s g-

“y/n?” his voice called.

you stopped in your tracks from the softness of his voice calling you. you turned around slowly and niki turned the camera off, keeping his eyes on yours, you swore he smiled, he got up off the floor and slowly walked up to you.

“y/n.” he says looking down at you, he looked even prettier the closer he was to you.

“niki.. i-“ you tried but you felt tears starting to form, blurring your eyesight.

you missed him so much. and you thought he’d never remember you with how famous he was getting, so him saying your name was everything to him.

“i know.” he nodded his head softly, “i missed you so much.” his eyes softened.

you felt your heart warm.

“you.. missed me?” you tilt your head, he chuckled and pulled your arm into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you, him being so much taller than you, you melted right into his arms.

“yes. i missed you so much. i couldn’t sleep at all without thinking of you. ever since that day.” he rubbed your back, you held him tightly, afraid he’d be gone if you let go.

but he pulled away and cupped your face. “you’re still as beautiful as you were before, maybe prettier?” he shrugged admiring your face, you let out a giggle at his attempt to compliment you.

but him? he was gorgeous. he was always handsome but he looked even better now. all those years paid off well for him.

“i cant believe it’s you.” you sighed with a smile, he sucked in his lips to hide his obvious smile. “me either.” he rested his head on your forehead.

“it’s been so long. how are you?” he smiled, “i’m.. adulting.” you giggled, he let out his infamous laugh, it hasn’t changed over these years. “i see.” he nods, he dropped his hands down to yours, as he held your hands.

“you still smell like- ah.. vanilla?” he tilt his head to see if that was the correct word in english, “yes. vanilla. i still use the same perfume.” you giggled at his cuteness.

he stopped talking and his eyes roamed your face. his pretty eyes. you loved just looking at his face. he was truly one of the prettiest people you’ve ever seen before.

his blond hair he pushed back falling back down over his eyes. he lifted his hand to cup the side of your face again, you guys stopped talking on good terms of course.

you knew you guys were close to being more than friends but since he had to leave to korea, you guys never made things official.

he stroked your cheek with his thumb, “pretty..” he whispered staring at you with a small smile.

he put his arms back around you, as you felt the warmth from under his jacket engulfing you,

you’ve never seen niki this clingy. but after years of not seeing your best friend, it’s hard not too.

“hey- niki. we leave now so wrap up whatever you’re doing..” the staff says as she was confused at how he was hugging you, before she left the room.

you felt your heart drop. you weren’t gonna see him again.

“please- no..” you shake your head, he sighed, he pulls away as you felt the warmth leaving, as he lifted his hands to the back of his neck, he un clipped his pin necklace, he walked behind you, moving your hair so he could put it on you, you felt tears swarming again.

“keep this. please.” he finished and turned you to face him, “please don’t loose contact with me again.” you sigh, he nodded and you two exchanged numbers for good.

“i-“ he started but bit his lip, “i’ll see you again.” he nods.

you nod to stop any tears, he cupped your face one last time, and placed a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger there before he removed them.

he let go of you and slowly walked to the door, glancing back at you over and over as you stood there, watching his every step.

“i love you.” he says before smiling and leaving the room.

your face melted into a smile. even though you won’t see him as much. you finally reunited after years.

you grabbed the necklace that laid on your collarbones, it was his bobby pin necklace he always wore. you felt so special to have this on. he never took it off, but little did you know, he trusted you enough to wear it, knowing you’d take great care of it.

you just hopped that wouldn’t be the last time you seen him.

no right?

no.

you’ll see him again.

[boydepartment]

NIKI IS THE TYPE OF GUY PLEASE🙏🏾PLEASE🙏🏾PLEASE-

I CANT STOP THINKING OF THAT LIL DUDE😭

riki is the type of guy…

a/n: I HOPE U LIKE IT BLOO ILYSM

MASTERLIST

warnings- none just fluff

wc- 250-300

other members part-

jungwon heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo ni-ki

song- die young- kesha

riki is the type of guy who…

🐆 feels really bad seeing you rushing in the rain without any kind of jacket or umbrella. he feels bad to the point where he stops you and gives you his jacket without even knowing you.

🐆 starts to believe in fate when he bumps into you in a convenience store. he recognizes you by your appearance and the fact you’re still wearing his jacket. riki tries not to let his ego grow too much.

🐆 blatantly asks for your number just so he can know why you were rushing in the rain. the excuse works and he scores your number.

🐆definitely brags that he got someone’s number when he got home. riki rubs it in his members faces that he bumped into you again AND got your number. they end up teasing him and asking if he got the over 1k dollar jacket back (he didn’t but riki wasn’t complaining)

🐆 listens to you talk about your day and whatever is going on with you. riki loves listening to you talk about your life, it makes him feel normal. like he’s just another one of your friends who has to do school or work or normal people stuff.

🐆gets really fed up just being your friend. he gets a little pissy around other people and seems to get frustrated around you. once you call him out he softens up. that day riki told you that he can’t be your friend anymore because he doesn’t see you as just a friend. you quite literally grin and yell “FINALLY!”

🐆spoils you. anything you need he’s rushing to get it for you. you’re thirsty? do you want tea? water? soda? he can look up how to make a milkshake!

🐆teases you, obviously. he’s either poking you in the side with his finger, ruffling your hair, nudging your shoulder. he loves watching you laugh and roll your eyes

🐆fixes minimal things. if your hair falls in your face he fixes it. your shoulder strap falls? he’s fixing it. if you have food on your face? you don’t have any time to fix it yourself before he’s already getting a napkin and doing it for you.

🖤🐆 riki is the type of guy to be down bad for you since day one. he has liked you since he bumped into you again, riki will never tell you… but he REALLY did start believing in fate and soulmates after he met you.

[delicatebarness]

i cant read your mind | chapter four

Summary: The journey to Madripoor.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. Captain America: The Winter Soldier. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout. Zemo.

Word Count: 1148

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A/N: If I didn't split this episode up then this chapter would have been too long for my brain to be okay with. The next one is gonna be looooong.

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Strolling down the prison corridors, the sterile white tiles and harsh fluorescent light amplified a feeling of isolation, as well as a headache. “I’m gonna go alone,” Bucky admitted, addressing both you and Sam. Just as Sam questioned his decision, you objected with a firm “No,” as your mind went back to the last time Bucky was alone with Zemo.

“You’re an Avenger. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky continued, answering Sam's question as he shot you a warning glance that silently said, “Don’t push it,”. You didn’t say anything else while he gave Sam more reasons for him to go alone, you let out a sigh as you watched him leave. 

Anxiety began to rise throughout your body as you stood waiting, Sam sensed your apprehension about the return of The Winter Soldier. “He’ll be alright,” he said as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder in reassurance. 

Your hand instinctively reached up to rub your neck as you responded, “I’ll believe it when he comes back and doesn’t attempt to kill me,” your memories flooded with your first encounter with Bucky. “Again.” 

That day on the bridge changed you. Never before had you been on a mission that came so close to disaster. His right hand effortlessly closed around your neck, you tried to fight back with punches, and kicks and even tried reaching for your gun. He maintained a distance that prevented you from gaining any ground. 

Just in the last second, the shield slammed into his back, which forced him to release his grip, sending you tumbling to the ground. 

~

Your eyes sparked with relief at Bucky’s return, and his expression mirrored yours. You suppressed the urge to rush forward and embrace Bucky, absent from The Winter Soldier. As he walked over to you, he instructed you and Sam to follow him. 

Guided by Bucky, you ventured into the dimly lit garage, relying on flashlights and Bucky’s hand to navigate. You reached for it the second you stepped into the darkness and stuck close to him as he and Sam debated the merits and risks of freeing Zemo. The tension in the air kept you silent until Bucky located the light switch. With a sigh of relief, you exhaled deeply. As you relaxed into the newfound brightness, you slipped your hand out of Bucky’s. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Bucky retorted to Sam. Recognizing his tone of voice, betraying his statement, you knew he had indeed done something. Concern gripped you as you wondered what it could be. Your attention was focused on him as he outlined a plan to free Zemo.

Startled by the door slamming shut, you instinctively moved toward the source. To your surprise, it was Zemo. He strolled into the garage as if it was his own. Maybe it was? “What the fuck, Bucky?!” you exclaimed, joining Sam in a heated exchange with Bucky about this turn of events. As Zemo attempted to interject, all three of you shut him down with a simultaneous “No!”. 

“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You both broke the law, and you stuck your necks out for me.” Bucky shifted his gaze between you and Sam, the weight of the past heavy in your eyes, tears threatening to spill. “I’m asking you to do it again.” he pleaded, his gaze softened as he looked down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, affirming your loyalty to Bucky as Sam commanded rules to Zemo before agreeing. 

~

Sitting on a private jet beside Bucky and across from Zemo felt surreal. Their casual conversation with Sam about Marvin Gaye seemed out of place, prompting you to feign sleep, keeping your eyes closed for most of the journey. Your attention snapped back to them when they mentioned Madripoor, the destination you headed to. Intrigue sparked within you as Zemo started the topic of disguises. They have secretly been one of your favorite aspects of being an agent since the beginning. 

“Don’t touch her,” Bucky’s voice growled a warning, causing you to snap out of your feigned sleep. You opened your eyes just in time to see Zemo reaching towards your shoulder. Grateful for Bucky’s protective instinct, you glanced around feeling disoriented. Bucky was almost on his feet, presumably to stop Zemo physically. 

“Apologies,” Zemo directed to Bucky, who seemed to calm down after Zemo retreated. Zemo then brought his attention back to you. “I have picked out a dress for you to wear, Agent, to blend in,” he gestured toward the door of the jet’s toilet.

~

Unzipping the dress bag, you were surprised by the beautiful red material and its intricate details. Who would have thought Zeemo had such good taste? Without any hesitation, you shed your casual yet tactical wear and slid into the dress. You admired how it hugged your body perfectly. Rushing to see the final look, you adorned yourself with the accessories he had chosen as well. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you revealed your new identity to your team, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo. Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise, Sam whistled appreciatively, and Zemo offered a polite nod of approval.

“Not a chance,” Bucky’s voice cut through the moment, his gaze bore into you as you walked out wearing the red dress, its neckline plunging and the hem barely covering anything below your waist, your back exposed. 

Confusion flickered across your face as you turned to him, he was looking you up and down with only his eyes still seated. “Excuse me?”

His jaw tensed as he continued to assess your appearance, “You’re not wearing that,” he stated firmly.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “And, since when did you get an opinion?” you shot back, defiance in your voice as you met his gaze. 

The tension on the jet thickened as Bucky maintained his stance. Sam sensed the conflict brewing, he decided to step in and attempt to diffuse the situation. 

“Okay, let’s just take a minute,” He interjected, his voice was calm yet authoritative. “We’ve got more important things to worry about-”

“I’m serious,” Bucky interrupted, insisting you wouldn’t be wearing the dress. “You’ll draw too much attention.”

“This dress will not compromise the mission,” you began, your voice steady. “I’ve been in the ‘arm candy’ role for Steve enough to know what I’m doing.” you noticed the shift in his demeanor as his body tensed at the thought of you and Steve being perceived as intimate.

Sam nodded in agreement with you, “She’s got a point, Bucky,” Sam interjected, affirming your statement. He had witnessed this act on a few occasions now to know you’re right. Bucky hesitated, torn between his protective and possessive instincts over you or respecting the supposed end of your so-called relationship. After a moment of silence, a begrudging “Fine.” cut through the tension.

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[biibini]

Could you possibly write hcs for Mizu properly introducing reader to her adoptive father for the first time??? I'm curious as to how that would play out :3

modern!mizu x reader meets eiji for the first time

tags: modern mizu, mizu & reader in relationship, meeting the parents trope, meeting the parent?, eiji is mizu’s adopted father, kohama is staged around the pacific northwest, heidi shindo &blood-soaked chiaki mentioned, TW: m*k*o, author needs to eat before she writes

a/n: ok for some reason i cant edit my drafts on my phone bc of gifs :( ima get thru these asks fr,, hope yall like the show references teehee

when u and modern!mizu first got together, u guys figured u would take it slow

it was mizu’s first relationship out of a toxic one

and u didn’t mind the slow pace

going on dates, hanging out, relaxing together

it was a blast

until one day u guys were out downtown, having a lil cafe date

and one of eiji’s clients recognized mizu as u hopped on the back of her motorcycle, zooming off to get lunch

modern!mizu ends up getting an unexpected phone call from her adopted dad

they keep in touch every few days

but she had just called him yesterday

Mizu was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her homework lies on her desk, ready to be done.

She groans in frustration and gently throws the phone down.

Ok, enough scrolling. Let’s get shit done-

Her phone starts to vibrate. Mizu flips the phone to spot the contact name “Swordfather”. The contact name is paired with a 0.5 selfie of him winning against Mizu. It continued to vibrate on Mizu's bed.

That’s odd. I just called him yesterday.

“Hey dad, whats up?”, Mizu answer.

“Who’s in the back of your bike?”, he yells into the phone.

“How- who- what are you talking-“

“Mr. Shindo come to me earlier today.” He starts, stern and loud, “He say he saw you with girl behind you on bike.”

Mr. Shindo was a regular at Eiji’s Repair Shop ever since Mizu was young. A man with temper and sass, he only trusted Eiji with his services. But with sass came a lot of gossip. Mizu wouldn’t believe the amount of drama happening the neighborhood if it wasn’t for Mr.Shindo’s loud mouth.

“Ok dad, I know it’s a girl but-“

“And he say he saw you hold hands! And drive off?!”, Eiji yelled with concern.

Mizu never really heard him this loud. There was the occasional disagreement and arguments about the Sunday game or who’s cooking for dinner. It was just banter at the most.

When Mizu told him about Mikio and why she left him & all his problems, he stayed calm and silent. Not many words were said when she admitted everything he did during the relationship. But it was comforting to know that her adopted dad was there, quietly listening to her sobs at the dining table.

“I know it’s not a guy but-“

“Guy, girl I do no care. Who is she?”

Mizu was stunned. Yeah, her dad’s English wasn’t the best but his words hit deep. The only time he pulled out the “I don’t care” in her lifetime was a foul customer.

A man by the name of Chiaki was on his knees close to closing hours, begging on his knees for Eiji to fix his motorcycle in hopes to make it faster. After constant days of his begging and pleading during open & closing, Eiji took it into his shop. After countless days of watching her dad attempt to fix the customer’s bike, Chiaki started criticizing and called him an “decrepit old man unable to fix shit”. Mizu wanted to rock his shit but her dad stopped her before she could.

“I may be old, but I do no care. Leave with your piece of shit you call a bike.”, Eiji said as Chiaki sped off, flipping the bird as he sent off.

"Mizu? You there?, Eiji asks. Mizu snaps back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"You tired of guys now, ha?"

Mizu scoffed, laughing at the unexpected response. She hears a hearty chuckle through the phone.

"Yeah yeah.", Mizu sighs in relief, "She's my girlfriend. Her name is Y/N.", Mizu answered, a blush blooming on her face.

"Ah good. Next time you come home, bring her. I'll make my barbeque special.", Eiji says lightheartedly.

Mizu's eyes lit up. It had been a while since she visited home. And to be greeted with the smell of her dad's honey BBQ baby back ribs and juicy prime rib? Yeah, she was sold.

"I will. I'll let you know when I'll visit."

"And Mizu?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"She take good care of you?", he asks in a concerned tone.

MIzu smiles, knowing the slow burn of confusion, hatred, and rage he witnessed over the many years. He was present during her silent middle school self, her angsty & stubborn teenage years, and her confused & rage-filled self during her previous relationship.

She looks at the wall where a photobooth strip of you two hung. It was during one of your exploring the city dates when you two found a vintage photo booth. A little dusty but it did the job of capturing you two together.

"Yes. Yes, she does, dad."

later that week, u get a text msg from mizu asking if u are free for the weekend

thinking it was another weekend date, u clear out ur schedule

and then she texts u its ab coming home w her for the weekend and see her dad

this was kinda out of nowhere

it rlly threw u off

it has been a few months now...

so yk what

maybe it is time u say hi

that friday u get on her motorcycle and ride to her hometown

its only an hr out but seeing the change from a college town to a smaller town felt like another world

You feel the motorcycle slow down as you head towards the exit. The wind calms down as you pass by the welcome sign to Kohama. As you go down the exit, you look out. Down below is a winding path to the seaside town. The town hangs next to a cliff. From your point of view, you could spot the deep blue ocean shimmers as Mizu takes you down the road.

She goes at a slower pace, taking in the familiar sights she left behind: the tall pine trees, a long coastline as far as the eye can see, and boulders scattering the beaches every once in a while. She rolls up to a stop sign and lifts her visor up.

"Smells like home."

You mimic her motions, lifting yours as well. The faint scent of sea salt mixed with the cool breeze from the ocean.

With both of you refreshed, Mizu continued along the path towards the middle of town.

u guys roll into her neighborhood

the houses share a similar bungalow-style

only changing in shades of color

however, something caught ur eye

well

more like ur nose

the smell of sweet barbeque caught ur attention

mizu immediately knew it was her dad cooking it up

meeting modern!mizu’s dad aka swordfather was a lil awkward

when u first arrived, he was busy in the back barbecuing and taking care of the dinner tonight

so u didnt meet him until u fully entered the house

hes busy in the back barbequing

and he does see u but the only thing he knows ab u is that ur dating his daughter

“Dad?”, Mizu calls through the house. You follow her footsteps down the hallway. She then opens the backdoor at the end, the midday shining into the hallway.

The sun blinds you for a second. You see a growing backyard with bushes aligning the fence. Tucked in the corner lied a storage shed surrounded by bikes and a few spare tires. Next to the shed is a grill in use, smoke coming out of the vent.

“I’m here Mizu.” An elderly voice called, his back facing you.

He turns around, a faint pout on his face. His eyes squinting from the harsh midday sun.

“You bring girlfriend?”

Mizu grins at her dad’s comment. She looks back at you and softly grabs your hand, pulling you next to her.

“This is Y/N.”

You smiled, waving at Mizu’s father. You know he’s not a bad guy, just a badass through Mizu’s stories of back home. However, you’re still anxious underneath your pleasing demeanor.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

You look up to meet his gaze. Old, tired eyes stare back. Stern but not mean or cruel. Amiable. You could only wonder how much wisdom he has behind those eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I am Eiji.”

He waves back, awkwardly smiling as he tends to the grill. The interaction had a striking similarity to when you first met Mizu: cordial, dry, and a little awkward.

Like father, like daughter, you suppose.

after introducing urself, mizu lets eiji cook

(LET HIM COOK ‼️‼️)

when ur making sides together in the kitchen, he gets a glimpse of how u guys act together

and he watches u help mizu make the sides like mac & cheese, baked potatoes, biscuits, and stir fried green beans

typically, he would be helping her cook

but seeing u help her mix the macaroni

and mizu helping u cut the green beans

hes a proud man and feels safe knowing mizu is ok

when mizu pops into the bathroom, he checks in on the cooking

You put on the red and blue mitts and carefully place the mac and cheese into the oven. You feel the fiery heat of the oven against your forearms.

“How is cooking going?”

You close the oven and look behind to find Eiji. You nod in response.

“It’s going good! We’re almost done.”, you say as you move to the side. He gets a view of your work with Mizu: a plate of stir fried garlic string beans with crispy fried onions, a stack of baked potatoes along with bowls of toppings portioned by Mizu, Red Lobster cheddar bay biscuits, and the max and cheese that’s currently baking.

“Thank you for inviting me over and letting me stay.”, you say politely as you put the mittens away.

He nods back, a small smile forming around his lips.

The conversation falls short. A silence fills the air.

For a little too long.

It’s almost uncomfortable to breath, let alone talk, in the kitchen.

“Ribs are almost done. Please help set tables with me.”

You follow his request and help him with the plates and utensils.

“You know,”, You look up from the dinner table, giving Eiji your attention. “I did not know Mizu would bring girlfriend back.”

He chuckled as he looked back at you. You hear the emphasis on “girl” and laughed along. After hearing about Mizu’s previous relationship during the beginning of your relationship, you started to understand her ways.

And now, you understood why Eiji was awkward earlier in the day. When Mizu first met you, it was anxiousness meeting you. For Eiji, it was out of concern from Mizu’s past.

“Yeah, I’m probably not what you expected.”, you tease.

A hearty laugh comes out of Eiji. You feel the heaviness in the room lifts.

“But I’ll be here for her. I plan to, don’t worry.”, you reassure him. As serious as you sound, it was all true.

He hums in agreement. He puts down the final fork and walks over to the stir-fried green beans. His fingers reach for a string bean and tastes your cooking.

“Mm. You are honest.”, he pauses as he takes another bite. “You also make mean green beans.”

You snort, the compliment catching you off guard.

“Mean green beans?”, you question. You take a bean from the plate.

He nods.

Mean green beans…

while u and eiji are having a moment,

modern!mizu is listening to all of this go down

she tries not to smile when she comes back into the kitchen

but on the inside, she’s relieving hes getting along with u

once u and mizu help set the food on the table, its feasting time

ik for a fact that those baby back ribs are dangerously juicy

practically ripping off the bone

and with that honey bbq sauce???

and not to mention the prime rib??????

perfectly cooked

super tender

u can literally taste thyme, rosemary, and garlic with every juicy bite

(i shouldnt be writing this while im hungry)

u all enjoy a delicious dinner

afterwards, modern!mizu would give u a detailed tour of her childhood home

her fencing trophies lined up in the living room

and hallway

and bedroom

eiji didnt always say it but he was proud

if u couldnt tell already

when u guys went out to the backyard, u spot eiji working on a motorcycle in the shed

its not the biggest shed

but a closer look inside painted a pic of who he was

him on a motorcycle w his friends when he was much younger

a framed pic of a lil mizu on her scooter with him on a motorcycle, both vehicles with matching colors

the grand opening of eiji’s car shop

young mizu at the beach nearby

another of teenage mizu holding her keys and next to a blue 2004 toyota camry

u laughed and pointed it out

eiji chuckling along w u and describing the picture as mizu’s first drive after getting her license at age 16

she looks so much younger but u giggle at the scowl

on the other hand, modern!mizu is kinda embarrassed from her high school self

as crazy and insane and stubborn as she was, it was a big moment for her and for eiji

her girl could finally drive

and she got her first taste of freedom

did she cringe as u stared and laughed at how different she looked? yeah

but at least eiji isnt reminicising alone

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I know someone on twitter said/suggested on the sode that what if silvers curse is still active and he keeps falling asleep is because he doesn’t have a lotta self love (I know that probably doesn’t make a lotta sense but I cant stop thinking about it IEBDB)

I mean… maybe that could be a component of it?? Self-love is still a form of love, after all (and his guardian fairies were not specific about what “form” of love is needed to fully break his curse. It’s also clear that Silver struggles with the idea of “paying back” his father and being enough for him.

The main issue with this is that if self-love counts for initially breaking the spell, then Silver would probably still be sleeping… since babies take several years to develop a concept of what the “self” is and how to love it; just something simple like recognizing one’s reflection takes 15-24 months on average. To develop an identity and to be happy with it takes many more years. Additionally, Silver doesn’t demonstrate overt self-image issues until he discovers the truth about his origins; even then, Sebek is able to remind him that he has Lilia’s love.

At this point, I still think the residual narcolepsy is mainly because Lilia has been having difficulties being emotionally open with Silver. Even as far back as when Lilia first found the enchanted infant, he assumed right away that the magic spun on it had worn away only due to the passage of time. It didn’t occur to him that he would ever be capable of truly loving the baby to the point that it could break the curse.

In present day, Lilia is much more overtly affectionate, but I don’t think that being affectionate is 100% equivalent to letting himself be vulnerable with others. Think about how he made the hasty announcement and decision about dropping out of school and moving to a foreign country—all because he doesn’t want his boys to see him in a weakened state. He rushes to leave before Malleus and Silver come to his farewell party. He doesn’t talk about his own history to the boys, and, in fact, actively lies to Malleus and Silver about Silver’s origins/how he found the baby.

There is some emotional distance there, and I wonder if this comes in part from Lilia and believing he’s still unable to or unworthy of love?? We know that Sebek tells Silver that Lilia loves him, but we don’t know how Lilia himself feels about this matter. The fact that Lilia is aware of what Silver’s curse is, yet continues to bring him to specialists and medical mages in hopes of curing him… That makes me think that Lilia’s still in that mindset of denial, not thinking that it’s his true love, the love of a parent, that will finally set Silver free. Or maybe he just thinks his love isn’t valid or “enough” to help Silver.

… Anyway, if book 7 doesn’t end with Silver formally adopting the surname Vanrouge, then what was all of this suffering and all of my tears for 😭

[qoldenskies]

Thinking about how the curse ended, and how the guys remembered everything. Also thinking about what would happen if they didn’t remember anything from while they’re cursed. You know, Raph just ‘wakes up’ as it were with his hands wrapped around Donnie’s throat, half unconscious and saying I forgive you, Leo ‘wakes up’ with a concussion and a bloody sword, no idea what just happened and Mikey ‘wakes up’ restrained by Donnie’s spider shell. I mean, it wouldn’t take long to put the pieces together, but they also wouldn’t know just how bad things had gotten. How would they even respond to that?

Also thinking about the curse just…fading away instead of ending so abruptly. Like, the guys go to bed normally, Donnie’s dissociating in the laundry room after they attacked him or something, and they just wake up the next day only to be slammed in the face with clear thinking and the memory of the last three months

an ME/CW where they remembered nothing would ultimately be... similar, but with less character introspection for anyone but donnie. with how the curse progresses i wouldnt be able to pinpoint the exact points where they would completely lose themselves, but theyd probably have to rely on april a lot more with how unreliable donnie is, and she wasn't there for a majority of it. and i think there's some unique kind of dread in the UNCERTAINTY of what they actually did. they see the injuries left behind and the way his behavior has so drastically shifted, but they cant really know for sure-- oh my god, seeing the CAMERAS after the fact??? raph seeing the moment he broke donnie's wrist while he begged him to stop while having no recollection of doing it at all?? horrifying concept!!! it'd feel more like somehow they'd failed in protecting him from something else, even though they were technically the ones responsible. they'd probably be more competent in handling it though

AND AND AND with the curse fading away naturally ouhhh i have actually thought about this before. imagine if it broke when he was in four days in the closet (either for that reason or maybe his ninpo breaks there, arguably a good time for it to be a snapping point for him). they swing open the door and are shouting "oh my god, oh my god, holy shit, are you okay?!" and he's so disoriented and scared that he doesn't even recognize them, especially with the whiplash of it all, and he keeps wrenching away from them and backing further into the dark because he's so freaked out and theyre not helping with their panicking .... arhghhhh. at least with the way that it breaks at the end of CL, it doesnt feel so immediate because he passes out afterwards, but like... oh my god if it was ANY point before the murder attempt at the end!! it would be so horrifying and i dont even think donnie would believe them!!! he'd just be so confused and scared!!! painful!!!!!!

[luvneymar]

(8) BABY BONDING — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: you and Neymar leave the hospital with your new baby-girl & you have to figure out how to parent a newborn all over again.

“Are you ready to go home princesa?” Neymar asked you as he repacked the hospital bag counting all the baby bottles before placing them into the bag. You on the other hand were in the bathroom freshening up before you took your baby-girl home for the first time.

“Yeah just hold on!” You yelled out trying to clip your necklace at the back of your neck but struggled as the clip kept closing before you could get it through.

You walked out of the washroom to ask neymar for help but as you walked through the doorway you saw Neymar sitting in the rocking chair with Valentina singing a Brazilian lullaby to her as she giggled and babbled laughing at even the slightest of things.

You leaned against the doorframe crossing your arms smiling at the sight, it took a while for him to notice you & the only reason he did was because the necklace you were trying to put on fell onto the floor.

“You should’ve told me you were done princesa.” Neymar looked up at you before looking back down at his babbling daughter picking her up by her armpits before standing up from the rocking chair.

“No, no. I didn’t want to disturb you. I just needed help putting on my necklace.” You bent down to pick up your necklace holding it up to show him before putting it around your neck again trying to put it on once.

You failed again but just before the necklace fell onto the floor again you felt warm hands on the back of your neck, you immediately recognized them to be Neymar’s helping you attach your necklace.

“Thanks.” You whispered, his hands on your neck sent shock waves down your spine as they stood on your shoulders before sliding down down your back before reaching the hem of your shirt.

His hands made their way up your back again this time underneath your shirt as his hands met with the hem of your bra. His hands made their way to the front of your bra lifting it so he could snake his hands under cupping your breast.

You had goosebumps all over your arms as you moved your hands under your shirt lifting your bra to place your hands on-top of his. The wire was digging into his hands so he took out one of his hands out to undo the clip at the front pulling your bra out of your shirt and tossing in somewhere.

Your breast were like 3x bigger than they usually were because of pregnancy and breastmilk being stored in there which made feeling them for the first time in a while much more euphoric than usual.

As you both stood there enjoying the feeling of being in each others arms again you were interrupted by your OB walking in on you both in a less than appropriate manner.

You separated as fast as you could before turning to face your OB feeling Neymar’s hands on your waist holding you from behind thinking your doctor hadn’t noticed.

“Wow guys. I love sex just as much as the next person but no sex until you reach 6 weeks of recovery. That includes the exit hole too you know .” She walked over to stand beside Neymar nudging him in his side.

You elbowed him in his stomach signalling him to let go of your waist, he let go quickly placing his hands onto your shoulder instead letting out a sheepish laugh. As he laughed you took in what your OB just said.

“Exit hole? Who would even…?” As you question your doctor leaned into your ear with a cunning look. “Believe me darling so many people.”

You shivered at the thought, “Well! I just came in here to give your post-pregnancy vitamins, your schedule for little Valentina’s immunization shots and a baby on board sticker.” She explained as she packed them into your bag.

“I cant thank you enough.” You hugged her as tightly as you could while Neymar picked up the bag and scanned the room for any remaining items.

“Just doing my job darling.” She pulled away tucking her hands into her pockets before the room. You sighed looking around the room once again before walking towards your baby in her crib & picking her up.

“Come on Vale, time to go home.” You whispered adjusting the pink hat on her head, you walked out the door where Neymar was waiting for you with a wheelchair in hand.

“You know I can walk right?” You reminded him walking right into the wheelchair, he undid the breaks and begun to walk turning the corners of the hospital until he reached the entrance where the car was waiting for you.

“Yeah I know but the doctor said you can’t pick up anything heavier than Valentina so.” Once you both reached the car you got out of the wheel chair, opened the backseat door & dove into the backseat to adjust Valentina in her car seat.

Once you were done you patted Davi on the head where he sat beside his little sister fast asleep. You dove back out and walked towards the front of the car and sat in the passengers seat.

You fasten your seatbelt your seatbelt Neymar entered the car and started the engine, right as he was going to start driving you felt as if you were forgetting something then remembered you hadn’t taken photos of her first car ride.

“Ney wait! We gotta take photos.” You pulled out your phone and begun to take an excessive amount of photos of the same scene over and over again.

“I’ll never get over her cuteness. Now we’re ready to go.” Neymar smiled at you before beginning to drive the car setting the GPS to São Paulo.

—

After about a 3 hour drive you made it back to São Paulo all safe and sound. Mostly. During the drive Valentina had a few explosive issues in her diaper, Davi demanded for you guys to sing “Row Row Row your boat” every 5 minutes or her cries which makes Vale cry.

But other than that you all made it within 1 piece. You stepped out the car and face towards the sun shining through the window of the parking lot, appreciating your moment of silence.

Which was short lived as Neymar came over to you and handed you your hungry crying baby. You sighed as you comforted your baby patting her bottom. Once Davi and Neymar were out the car you made your way to your penthouse condo.

Before you stepped even 1 food in the door Valentina had threw up all over your shirt despite crying about being hungry. “So you’re not hungry just mad at me huh.”

You handed off your baby to her father and sped walked to the closes place with a sink, slipping off your shirt and washing it in the sink. You hadn’t even noticed you were bare chested only in a bra until Neymar walked baby in hand. “Babe she’s still-”

“Huh?” You turned around to face him just to see both Vale and Neymar staring at you, or rather your boobs.

“Don’t you think this is a little inappropriate for her to see?” He asked clasping his hand over her eyes, you rolled your eyes at his immaturity.

“You and her are seeing totally different things. She’s seeing her meal you’re seeing … your meal.” You turned back around turning off the tap before walking towards Neymar taking your crying babygirl.

“It’s okay baby don’t cry.” You held Vale on your shoulder making your way to the bedroom with Neymar tailing behind you, you sat down on the bed as you used the blanket to cover your breast as you fed your daughter staring into her beautiful greenish-brown eyes.

Neymar sat down beside you holding his hand over your shoulder, he caressed her cheek softly smiling as he watched her hold onto your breast with her tiny tiny hands.

Soon she was finished feeding and once she detached from your breast you realized you didn’t have anywhere to put for daughter so she could rest. “What’s wrong?”

“We don’t have a crib.” You answered him, he looked surprised rather than horrified. “Really?” He asked, you nodded your lips pursed into one thick line. “Really.”

“That’s okay. That just means she gets to stay with us for much longer. And when she wakes up in the middle of the night it’ll be much easier.” Neymar pecked you on the lips repeatedly before shutting off the lamp light.

You stroked your babies back as she laid on your stomach snoozing off happily with a full stomach while laid in your bed smelling like vomit and breast aching like a bitch.

But even with all that you laid in your bed happy and healthy with the love of your love stroking your hair and laying your head on his shoulder. Just as you were going to fall asleep Davi walks into the room holding his teddy .

“Mommy can I sleep with you and daddy?” He whimpered out walking towards the side of the bed grabbing onto your arm.

“Of course baby, come here.” You patted the space between you and Neymar who was already fast asleep. He climbed into the bed and eased under the blanket. You kissed his forehead & played with his hair until he fell asleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You whispered before slowly falling asleep yourself.

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THE DNDADS TEENS PLAY BG3!!! HOW THEY’RE PLAYING AND WHO THEYRE ROMANCING!

‼️‼️Pretty major spoilers for big parts of Baldurs gate. PLEASE read with caution. ‼️‼️

Scary: she plays a drow wild magic sorcerer. If this is before she and Willy broke their patron pact, then her dream visitor is Willy. If its after that, then its some really hot emo person. In terms of romance, Scary is likely drawn to Astarion after the vampire reveal but is torn between him and Shadowheart. (Also Wyll because hes actually GENUINELY nice to her but sincerity scares her so she doesn’t try to pursue anything with him even though she does actually really like him) she tries to romance the dream visitor (if it's NOT Willy obviously) but is pretty disgusted by the later reveal and later kills them. Scary plays evil until she gets to the nightfall and shadowheart doesnt kill the night song. After that, scary makes an effort for the rest of the game to be better.

Lincoln: Linc is just a normal human guy oath of devotion paladin. He’s literally just playing himself. He makes his dream visitor his dad which makes later scenes REALLY uncomfortable and he gets real-world mad at Marco like it’s somehow his fault. Linc helped minthara take over the grove because he got to the goblin camp before meeting the tieflings and he supports women. (#ally)(also she reminded him of scary and her character) but he massacred an entire people and then didn’t know why everyone was so upset at the party. Anyways he ended up romancing her. He DID NOT romance the dream visitor for obvious reasons. Linc does a FULLY evil run because he listens to women (ally) also hes: "too far in now to be saved anyways."

Normal: norm is a half elf, elf, gnome, dwarf, halfling, dragonborn and gith. He keeps restarting the game when he makes a choice he feels guilty about (Often). it REALLY bothers him that he cant make ALL of his companions approve of ALL of his choices at the same time. Eventually, he settles on a halfling college of valour bard. His dream visitor is (unfortunately) hermie. For romances, like Scary, hes also drawn in my Astarion’s “emo bad boy ness” and normal BELIEVES that he can fix him. He cant. He ascends him because he really just BELIEVES that there’s no way astarion will continue the cycle of abuse. It’ll be different this time for sure. It’s- uh- NOT. (Shocker). Also he romanced the dream visitor and felt guilty about it. Normal plays a good route (with the exception of ascending astarion) and the final party is bittersweet with his partner being the way he is. (Scary hears him talk about what happens to astarion and is FULLY like: “norm thats straight up toxic as fuck. LEAVE HIM” "ITS MY FAULT HES LIKE THIS" "no its NOT norm i am BEGGING you to raise your standards")

Taylor: oh you KNOW hes playing a tiefling. He plays a gloom stalker ranger because now he can actually USE those skills on the road. His dream visitor is his anime waifu. He’s romancing Lae’zel WHICH SOUNDS KIND OF SUPRISING until you realize the conversation went like this: Lizzie: “you’ve earned my respect and more still. You’ve proven your wits and your efficient and dominant. In and out of battle.” Taylor: “heh. It’s about TIME someone recognized what i bring to the group. I truly am the backbone of our party and shes smart for finally recognizing the value of my expertise. A WORTHY PARTNER FOR- (15 more minutes of monologue)” also he romanced the dream visitor and DID NOT feel guilty about it and was in fact, VERY onboard with the later revel. But he does end up turning on them and killing them to free Orpheus. (which he cried about afterwards) Taylor plays a fully good play through and gets the best possible ending.

[starforger]

Closing Time

The after-hours atmosphere at Dreamjolt Hostelry had a remarkably relaxing effect on Seren’s frayed nerves. The dim lighting, the distinctive silence from a lack of patronage, the gentle shuffling of employees cleaning up after a long day of work- well, just one employee, Seren reckoned. It all brought her back to a safe place, one quiet and dark, buried somewhere deep within her memories.

As she rounded the corner, she spied the lone worker- Gallagher, rubbing a glass clean with a cloth. Seren sighed; she had hoped to find him alone, but now that she had, she wasn’t sure how to proceed. At March’s insistence, she knew she owed him an apology, but as ever, her pride stood in her way.

He noticed her before she could begin.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Gallagher called out to her. She could hear the cheek in his voice already, and it made her angry. “Come, have a seat.”

She brushed the feeling aside. “Still open?”

“Last call.”

An invitation made things easier on her, and so she approached the bar. Gallagher motioned for a seat, and after a moment’s hesitation, Seren took it. She clenched her hands in her lap, looking anywhere but directly at the man, her brow knitted in apprehension. Not once did he interrupt her train of thought.

It pissed her off.

At last, she spoke, an edge in her voice. “You should be angry.”

Gallagher stopped wiping down the glass and set it under the bar. He slung the rag over his shoulder and rested his hand against the counter, leaning on his arm. 

“Why?”

Seren looked up at him from beneath the downward cant of her head, practically glaring.

“I was rude to you before.”

He remembered the moment clearly. She was rude to him, practically chewing him out over his seemingly casual comments made about Penacony's state of affairs. Still, this confession came as a surprise, even to him.

“Oh, you admit it?”

She ran a thumb across her knuckles. “Yes.”

Gallagher chuffed, glancing away a moment before returning his attention to her.

“Lots of people are rude to me, ma’am. I’ve learned to take it in stride.”

“Yes, well…”

“That doesn’t excuse it. I know.”

Silence followed. Seren stared at the counter like she had hoped it would burst into flames. It did not.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said.

Gallagher laughed, and she felt her face grow hot. Seren looked up at him again, her frustration barely restrained behind the veneer of self-control. She wanted to climb across the counter, grab him by his lapels, and shake him until he started making sense.

He seemed to recognize this.

“I wonder what I’d done in the first place to make you so angry.”

Seren let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Her shoulders sagged, and fatigue set in, as if she had just recovered from a fight-or-flight scenario.

“You didn’t do anything. It’s just the way you are.”

He was silent. Waiting for her to continue.

“You just… don’t seem to care,” she gestured all around her, “about anything, let alone whatever the hell’s going on here.”

Gallagher lifted his brows. “Is that what you think?”

She just nodded. Gallagher sighed long, seeming to retreat into his own thought for the moment. Seren idly traced patterns on the countertop with a fingertip, her anxiety growing again. She had done what she came to do and had no further reason to sit there and hear him out. But she wasn’t satisfied.

“I can tell you that I do care- and believe me, I do. But saying that won't convince you, will it?”

Seren tightened her jaw. There was some truth to that.

“Penacony means more to me than you know,” he continued, now leaning against both hands on the countertop as he looked her in the eye. “But its troubles can’t be fixed by anger alone. Believe me. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Seren furrowed her brow. “So… what, we’re supposed to fix it for you?”

“Not for me. With me.”

She paused for a beat. Slowly, the tendrils of rage retreated in her mind, replaced by curiousity- and a little hope.

“You have a plan, then.”

Gallagher lifted his hands from the counter and went rummaging beneath it, retrieving two canned drinks with red labels. He set one down in front of her, and the other he kept for himself. Seren sighed, reaching for her drink. In the sweet dream, she had experienced all manner of unusual phenomena with each of her senses, and had grown accustomed to the sensation of food and drink even here. Still, this one had felt like an entirely new experience, as the chill of it went down her throat.

“Oh,” she shivered a little. “That's... good stuff.”

Gallagher smiled, taking a sip of his own drink.

“What do you plan to do?” Seren pressed, her curiousity turning to impatience.

He clicked his tongue, tapping his ear. His gaze flit about the room, urging Seren to look here and there as well. Then she understood.

The Family has eyes and ears everywhere.

“Tell me about yours,” he said, casually steering the conversation in her direction. “Your goals, or passions- what have you- since you think I have none. I’m curious.”

Seren laughed bitterly, but agreed to his terms. She told him about her time with the Express, and about the Galaxy Rangers before that. About her mission to hunt down her organization’s sworn enemy, about how her cause had become a personal matter after her mentor’s death. She even told him about her life as a young girl, surviving on Punklorde’s streets. 

She didn’t give much in the way of details, and he didn’t press for them. He just let her talk, as the night ticked on, and the drinks flowed. She found the conversation easier and easier to hold, and the atmosphere of the bar luring her further into a sense of comfort. Words poured out of her, words that had long been constrained by their pointlessness. As a woman of action, she never had the opportunity to speak so frankly. She had never expected to be listened to.

Finally, there were no more words for her to give. She passed a half-empty can between her hands, simply relishing in the relief she felt in that moment. 

The conversation had run its course. It was long past closing time, if there were even such a thing in the sweet dream. Seren got up from her seat, gathering together the empty cans they had collected on the counter.

“Hey... need any help with these?”

Gallagher shook his head, “I got it. Go, enjoy yourself.”

“You’re sure?”

“Go, go!” He waved her off, humor in his tone, and began picking up cans, “I’ll see you later, most likely.”

Seren smiled, turning to leave. She hoped that he would. She hoped for more moments like that one, in the future.

She hoped for it more than she realized.

[withtheoldstars]

Hii I was a question soo I was scrolling down ur Tumblr and I Saw posts about a fic called back to black or sm but i cant find It on ao3 .

Did u maybe delete It or am I just dumb?

hello little anon <3

yes, the fic is not up on ao3 anymore!! i guess i was too excited and thought i could handle 3 wip at the same time (i cannot lmao)

but since you didn't get a chance to read here is a little piece of 'Traitor' a jegulus/wolfstar fic:

“My family,” he started, his voice sure and steady. “How good it is to see everyone together, despite the circumstances.” Testing his influence, he rose again, and everyone followed suit. Regulus felt a peculiar sensation as if the air had momentarily left his chest. It resembled a cult, the way his family moved and existed based on obedience, as if nothing else mattered in the world beyond their family, beyond the House of Black. It was almost like being a royal, and indeed, the truth was that it was. Toujours Pur.

Lowering his hand, he observed his family as they took their seats again, his mother being the exception. Walburga lifted her chin and then slowly bowed, waiting. Only after Regulus sat down did his mother follow suit, respecting the hierarchy that now placed Regulus above her. 

“Sir,” Kreacher appeared before the large double doors, bowing slightly. “Another guest has arrived.” The butler seemed uneasy. “We are all here” his mother stated, frowning.

Regulus already knew. He had been feeling it all day. He didn’t need to hear the name being announced because he already knew. “Mr. Sirius Orion Black has arrived.” 

Druella choked on her wine, her hand covering her mouth. Narcissa almost dropped her glass to the floor, and Bellatrix appeared ready to pounce on someone’s neck. The husbands wore expressions of disbelief at the unexpected sight before them. His mother continued to gaze ahead at Regulus, her face frozen, in stark contrast to the rest of the family, who stared at the door in shock. Even though Regulus had anticipated it, he couldn’t quite believe his sight.

Reluctantly, Regulus shifted his eyes toward the door, not wanting to acknowledge, not wanting to recognize. Yet, there he was. Sirius.

He hadn’t seen his older brother in six years, but it was as if time had stood still as Sirius confidently entered the dining room of the family he had betrayed and fled. Regulus could vividly hear his father breaking a wine glass against the wall and overturning his study table, accompanied by angry screams as Sirius’s voice echoed from the television, giving an interview about how the Black family were the worst people in England. The memories overwhelmed him as if he were reliving that moment with the glass flying and cutting into his hand. In a long black coat, wavy hair falling over his face, and grey eyes holding a hint of humour, Sirius continued to walk into the dining room. 

Right behind him was a tall man whom Regulus recognized as the doorman of the Peverell Hotel. Sirius stopped, as the man positioned himself right behind him, and leaned against the tall man’s chest with a smile on his face and a challenge in his eyes. Sirius walked around as if he owned the place—the true heir, the firstborn, Sirius Black III. 

He had come to reclaim his place, to steal Regulus’ position as heir. For, better than a spare, was a true heir taking his rightful place.  Right back where he never should have left. Right back to Black.

[cccotard]

alright gonna be so ill about this scene rq and why its so incredibly amazing for Kanna’s character

Kanna understands the power of emotions and how it can drive people to do things they normally wouldn't, while other characters cannot quite grasp the concept. She's the only one confirmed going through it with hallucinations, (Sara, Keiji, and arguably Shin,) but isn't letting them deter her in any way, and in fact accepts the people who died trying to protect her and is living for her; which is obviously not the case with the other three.

Sara lets the memory of Joe completely consume her in chapter 2, and in the emotions route, while she no longer struggles with hallucinations of Joe, it's still evident that his death changed her motivations. This is different from Kanna, who already learned this lesson with her sister’s death in chapter 1-2; she learned from Reko and Sara to not let her sister’s death completely consume her and then learned from Shin's death how to recognize what compelled them to sacrifice themselves for her

The difference doesn't seem like a lot but it’s 'living for yourself, learning your strength from the people who loved you and could see it when you couldn't' vs 'living to not have someone's sacrifice in vain' y’know? It says a lot about Sara and Kanna's self worth in relation to the deaths of their loved ones.

Looking at Shin, while his hallucinations are more implied, I think it's fair to believe that at the Very Least he would struggle with delusions revolving Kanna's death.

^This scene specifically showcasing how if its not struggling with the reality of Kanna’s death, he’s ignoring it to cope. It’s easier to pretend the people he has to be allies with didn’t have as big of a role in her death as they did. - (this dialogue from Shin and Keiji is some of my favorite but that’s for another day)

Back to the topic at hand, after Kanna's death, Shin's motivations completely shift. One of my favorite scenes in 3A is when the gang uses the elevator for the first time and whichever one Sara decides to use, Shin uses the opposite. Of course, this can read as him just being petty, but before this, Shin typically followed people with high percentages- he usually wouldn't go somewhere for the first time by himself unless he goes with someone with a high percentage, or at least scoped out by someone with a higher percentage. This is such a character defining moment because this illustrates  he is no longer desperate for his own survival. 

Chapter 3 and on, Shin is only motivated by revenge. Revenge for Kanna, revenge for everything he's lost. His motivations went from 'cheat the death game, beat the odds. just survive, fuck everyone else' to 'revenge for Kanna, I don’t care if I die anymore, just as long as these people go down with me, how dare these people kill someone innocent' (how logical of him to throw his own survival....) 

And finally Keiji- Keiji, like Kanna, went into the introduction scene already struggling with the death of a loved one, but he went into it knowing how to suppress his emotions way better. He, of course, lost Mr Policeman a while before the death game and is not a 14 yr kid who just lost her sister. Arguably, Keiji is one of the most, if not is the, most logical character in the game. He does a lot of cruel things for the sake of his, or someone he care's abouts’ survival - which is why he is able to vote for Kanna, or go behind Saras back for all the card trading in mg 2. Both cruel, but both helped him and Sara's chances of survival.

Keiji lost a kind part of himself after Mr. Policeman’s death. I'm not saying he’s evil, or cant feel emotions, but he is kind of .. empty. He’s been going through this death game motivated by his primal urge to survive. The only times his emotional side comes out is when his grief is pulled out and is used against him, like with Everything with Midori in 3A or all the gun discussions. Which due to the suppression of this grief and him not healing from Mr. Policeman’s death, it completely overwhelms and consumes him.

Joe, Kanna, and Mr.Policeman's deaths all communicated to the people that wanted to save them that they were Too Weak to save them. Something they did, or failed to do, caused their death. It is Sara/Shin/Keiji’s fault. 

And now why Kanna's 'Kind Hallucinations' are amazing - she's the only character to willing to accept her weakness, and realize that she is surviving because the people before her saw her strength. Kanna knows she’s stuck in a death game and has little-to-no control over almost everything around her. But despite that, she stands up to characters like Midori in chapter three, not because of Shin or Kugie, but because she is strong; she is doing it for herself, and of course she has the world's best cheerleaders behind her, if only in spirit.

[sssm1l3]

rereading sins of the flesh and i can’t believe it didn’t cross my mind until now to ask u if u would be willing to divulge ur secrets since it won’t be finished. if not i understand but i’m still so curious<3!! how would it have ended? what was the deal w shane? what was carl n judith’s true relationship? etc etc anything ur willing to share i will eat up !

-youneedavisa

Hi soooo glad to see you again! So, okay When i write, I never really...plan? I let the characters tell the story and watch it play out, And a lots happened since I was writing that, so forgive me if these are inconsistent with anything I wrote in the story, but from what I remember,

After Ron tried to kill Beth, him and Carl were going to go into like the city to go and visit Rick while he was in a coma, giving Ron and Carl a chance to bond more. They did this because Gabriel assumed that if anyone could convince Ron to stay in the cult, it would be Carl, and going back into the city would give Ron a chance to see what he was missing if anything, and hopefully help fuel his decision to stay

The footprints by the edge of the cult were not Shane's but actually Dan's (the pedophile dude that Shane let fuck Carl before Carl was taken to the cult), because he was scouting out the area to eventually intrude upon

When they did this, it was because Shane learned about Judith, and wanted her from Carl, mostly just to hurt Carl not because he actually wanted to raise his daughter, but he wanted Judith from Carl. Him and Dan would rip through some of the cult, violence, maybe some deaths and all that, but would eventually get to Carl. They'd also try to kill Ron cause he would try and protect Judith and Carl obviously but---because I love Ron and cant bear to kill him---he would survive and while Shane was occupied trying to fight Ron, Carl would kill him, because Its not one of my fanfictions unless Shane gets murdered (Dan managed to get away from the cult before he was killed)

They would eat Shane later, Carl and the rest of the disciples, and while Ron still refused to eat Shane, he would be the one to cook the meat, he's getting used to the customs, and doesn't want to leave

Carl and Judith's true relationship is what it is, she's Carl's biological half-sister but is Carl's daughter in every way that matters, and would grow up with Ron and Carl as her parents

Rick would wake up from his coma and would meet Ron and Carl and Judith and it would be really sweet and everything, and when he went back to work, he would investigate the case with Dan because since Gabriel's little cult is recognized by the law as like....an actual religion, they did report that they had been attacked, and they just.......didn't mention that there were two guys, only one, only one guy came and attacked them, there wasn't another one kicks dismembered hand under rug

Dan would be caught and prosecuted

Ron ends up staying the cult after he sees his mom in the city during an outing with Carl and sees that she's going on about her life, and that she's doing well, and doesn't need him, but Carl does, and so does Judith, so he stays, and he cooks, but he never eats anyone, just to maintain some of the morals he once had

So thats what I remember of my plans, thank you for asking!

[bakuzen-xiv]

FFXIVWrite2024 (Day 4): Reticent

“The Hedgetree is not much further off, Orion. If we make haste, we can finish our investigation and be back in Stillglade Fane by sundown.”

“Agh—can’t we slow down for a second?” Orion responded breathlessly, nearly tripping over the brambles while he chased after E-Sumi-Yan.

The lack of foot traffic in this corner of the Black Shroud made it difficult for the foreign Elezen to keep up, but he tried his best not to let his mentor down. How the Padjal weaved his way through the forest with such ease never failed to impress him.

Orion didn’t even recognize his surroundings, with its overgrown foliage. In comparison to his own sluggish pace, the Padjal seemed to move even faster than usual. He was hoping for more of a pleasant stroll than this, but his mentor was merciless as ever.

E-Sumi-Yan stopped and turned around, waiting for his pupil to catch up. He raised his eyebrows at Orion’s suggestion. “Is there something you need to do?”

Orion knew better than to take his mentor’s curious tone at face value. After many months of training under him, he understood full well that E-Sumi-Yan expected one answer: No, there wasn’t something he needed to do.

But Orion was stubborn and liked impractical things. Especially if it involved something interesting, like getting to know his mentor beyond the reticent Padjal everyone believed him to be.

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When the adventurer first walked into the Conjurer’s Guild, E-Sumi-Yan spared no expense at getting him to join their ranks. Even Orion was aware of the Padjal’s uncharacteristic enthusiasm towards him, stone-faced as he usually was. Many at the Conjurer’s Guild seemed envious or offended at the special treatment.

Still, none could fault the guild master for his enthusiasm when his favored pupil was none other than the Hero of Eorzea, strong and eager and perfectly moldable into a weapon that would strengthen Gridania's ranks.

Unfortunately, as E-Sumi-Yan would soon learn, he was also terribly curious and stubborn as a ram.

Orion wasn’t supposed to accompany him during his investigation of the forest’s barrier. E-Sumi-Yan had told him as much. Not that he carried any animosity towards the adventurer—Orion was kind and caring to everyone, whether they liked him or shunned him. Even the elementals picked up on his energy, welcoming him in a way that was unheard of for an outsider. He was wonderful company. Perhaps he might even call him a friend.

But the thought of travelling hours upon hours with said friend made him shudder. He could already imagine it: Orion, right by his side, keeping up a conversation with one-sided, incessant chatter despite the Padjal’s clear preference for silence.

E-Sumi-Yan would argue that silence helped him listen to the Elementals, hiding his attempt to dodge questions like “What was your dad like?” or “Bet I can backflip off this rock?”

He could already imagine his pupil’s complaints: "We’re not even there yet. A bit of small talk to pass the time won’t hurt, would it?” He cringed at the suggestion that his mind’s version of Orion conjured up.

The real Orion in front of him was not much better, determined as he was to tag along. Of course, he would’ve given up if E-Sumi-Yan had simply stood his ground.

But his pupil knew how to catch his interest with just one simple reminder: Not long ago, A-Towa-Cant bestowed his White Mage crystal upon Orion.

It was an event that was as miraculous as it was puzzling. E-Sumi-Yan had pondered the matter for countless hours, upon hearing the news, enough time to form several theories of his own. Still, he hadn’t gotten to see Orion’s new abilities in action, and—

“Aren’t you curious?” Orion interrupted his thoughts, hitting the bullseye in a way that nearly broken E-Sumi-Yan’s composure. He stood no chance against that sharp eye of his, if he had to endure this the entire afternoon.

E-Sumi-Yan merely sighed, prompting Orion to start beaming before he got even a proper answer. “Very well,” the Padjal groaned, mentally preparing himself for a journey that would challenge his mental fortitude.

Perhaps a detour through the brambles would serve to keep the journey peaceful, he thought to himself with a smile.