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Happy Selfshiptober Prompt #25: Rest and/or Bandages

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I promise Mikey comes in eventually. I just needed to set up the contrast between the two relationships.

Background: Mikey and Ace have been fighting for a few days. When he crashes on the racetrack and needs stitches, instead of letting Kenny help him, or going to the hospital, he calls his favorite delinquent nurse, despite her being on a date with her ex-husband.

wc: 3246; written from Ace's POV in first person

The appetizers were being delivered to our booth when my phone buzzed on the bench beside me.

Rindou Haitani and I were at one of our favorite diners, very 1970s Americana. Giggly and tired from our dance lesson, I had kicked off my heels and hiked up the skirt of my dress so that I could sit cross-legged on the bench. Rin had given me his rehearsed, half-hearted lecture about over-extending the joints and mobility stagnation before mirroring me on the other side of the table. He opened up his suit jacket and loosened his tie before removing his glasses and running a hand over his face.

A clock over the soda counter read 10 PM. "We really need to stop extending practice after lessons are over." My ex-husband sighs before throwing his head back over the top of his bench.

"You are the one that wants to start doing dance-themed nights at the club. We can't teach people how to 'Swing'," I put the dance style in air quotes like our instructor, "without knowing how to do it."

"We should've started with something easier. Like.... Disco, or the Foxtrot."

Our waitress drops off our usual drinks, a strawberry lemonade for me and a Coke for him. He'll switch to their special offer beer of the night halfway through our main course. She doesn't speak, because she doesn't need to. We've been coming here long enough to start ordering the same things every time, except for his beer and sometimes our dessert. This is the one place where he'll entertain me and eat fatty food. "Part of the American experience," I kept telling him when we had initially found the place—and several subsequent dates after that, as we moved through the menu, trying everything before settling on our favorites.

"Keep complaining, and I'll put you and Ran into a J-Pop bootcamp and clean my hands of the whole thing."

My phone buzzes again as Rin starts portioning our mozzarella sticks. "If it was Ran, he would've tried reaching out to me if he couldn't reach you the first time."

I push the phone further away without looking at it and take my plate from him. "Which really leaves only one person who would be trying to reach me at about this time, and I'm not letting him take up space in my head."

"Was it bad again?" He pulls a mozzarella stick apart, getting a really nice cheese pull before dipping one half in marinara and twirling the cheese around itself, before popping it in his mouth.

"Well, neither of us ended up in ER, so it wasn't that bad." If we were younger, I would be feeling his eyes rake over me looking for the bumps and bruises, cuts and friction burn. Maybe a sling or a brace, but those are more obvious. He'd be running through his memory, thinking of the exposed skin he saw during our lesson, and trying to remember if there was something there that is now hidden.

But we are not so young anymore. We all have demons from our delinquent days that we can not let go of, no matter how hard we try.

So he just gives me a passing glance before dipping the other half of his marinara stick into the sauce. "And your therapist?"

"They were the one to suggest we take some time apart."

"But you haven't been at the house...?"

"Staying at the office." I say before attempting my own cheese pull. I'm less successful.

"Ace...."

"We have that huge contract from Spain that we're workshopping. I'd probably be there anyway, 'cause I'm having to pull odd hours—time difference and all."

My phone buzzes again, three times in quick succession.

And then Rindou's cell rings as a call comes through.

The car service drops me off right outside the gates of the stadium. I give my driver a cash tip for driving me so far outside the city, and wait for the actual payment to go through on our phones.

"You're sure you don't want me to stick around? This place looks pretty deserted." His hand is on the gear shift. We both know he wants to head back into the city, where he can get a couple more rides in before his shift is over at 12 AM.

"I'm sure. There's at least two people in there that can give me a ride home." I place a hand on the hood of his car while I put my heels back on so that I can walk across the pavement. It's too dark in spots to know if I'm about to step on broken glass or not. "Thanks though." I give him a smile and wave him off before squaring my shoulders and marching towards the stadium doors.

I text Rin to let him know I arrived as Draken Ryuuguji pushes open the door for me.

"I was in the middle of a date, Ken." I'm kicking off my heels and padding down the hallway in bare feet before the door is fully closed behind us.

"I know." It only takes a few strides for him to catch up to me.

"Date night doesn't end until midnight, per my contract."

"I know." He hands me an open-front sweater that he had been holding, and I shrug into it as we keep walking. They always keep the A/C cranked too high in this part of the stadium.

"We're supposed to be taking time apart."

"He did mention that, but also said that it didn't matter."

"We both know that's not what he said." I pause, hand him my purse, and flip my head upside down before gathering and tying up my hair into a high ponytail.

Draken shrugs, already over it. He had been dealing with a brat for several hours already; he wasn't about to start letting another bait him.

I straighten myself, retrieve my purse from his hand, and take a few deep breaths before resuming our walk.

We only have to walk for about another minute before we reach our destination.

"How bad is it?" I ask, steeling myself for whatever was on the other side of the locker room door.

"Lots of road rash, but the thing to be worried about is the gash on his cheek. He has a busted lip too, but Shin was at least able to talk him into letting us check and make sure he hadn't knocked out any of his teeth."

"Jesus Chr—that dumbass motherfucker." I run a hand over my face, bumping my glasses, and then take a moment to straighten the skirt of my dress.

"He agreed to go to the hospital after, if you deem it necessary. But only if you patch him up."

"Of course he did." Another deep breath. "If you hear screaming, it's just me killing him."

I don't have to look at Draken to know that he's rolling his eyes. We only ever make empty threats.

"I didn't even get to eat my dinner." I mutter under my breath as I turn the handle of the door.

"Manjirou Sano." My voice is stern as the door latches behind me.

My husband looks up from the couch he's sprawled across, a bundle of ice pressed to his face. "Hey baby." His smile is infectious and intoxicating. And I relish in the pain that cuts through it as he stretches his cheek muscles.

I move to one of the cupboards of the private locker room, zeroing in on where I knew the medical supplies were kept. Because I put them there. I pointedly ignore him.

"That dress is pretty. What's the occasion?" There's a smirk hiding in his voice. He bought the dress—a dark grey floral pattern, a circle skirt that hit mid-calf, a straight neckline with petal like sleeves, and an open back that stopped just above the bottom of my spine. The dainty chains that were draped in that open space were from Rin—and Mikey hated that they were from Rin.

Not that he could see them at the moment because of the sweater. But the cold brushes of metal as I moved served as a reminder to myself.

And he knew exactly what the occasion was for—it had been part of our fight that drove us apart five days ago.

Which was precisely why he had insisted on me coming to the stadium to patch him up instead of letting someone from the team do it—or doing the sensible, responsible, thing and going to the hospital. He wanted my attention and didn't want to share.

If I didn't know better, I would think he had staged the crash intentionally. Reckless driving, certainly; but the team was too careful—too aware of him—for him to intentionally crash on the racetrack. Which was a cause for concern for different reasons, but I knew they were all capable of handling it.

I can feel his temper begin to raise as his gaze sears into my back while I continue to putter about, collecting supplies. Bandages here, sterilizer there, towels, some fresh water..... I hope to only need to use steri-strips to close the gash on his cheek, but I grab a suture kit anyway.

Three minutes pass without either of us saying a word; waiting for the other to cave.

Not having anything else to putter about with, I finally turn to face him.

He's sitting up now. The ice is still pressed to his face, but it's melting, dripping condensation onto the carpet. There's a fire in his eyes, the same fire that I know is reflected in mine. Anything could set off a spark and set the whole room ablaze.

But he also has dark circles under his black eyes. And the faintest hint of blonde stubble growing on his chin. There's an invisible weight being carried on his shoulders. I can feel myself softening, wanting to push his black hair back off his forehead and tell him everything's okay.

Instead, I set my jaw and straighten my spine before moving and settling down on the floor in front of him. Without speaking, I dampen a towel and begin to care for the road rash on his lower legs.

I'm deliberate—delicate. It looks like one of the guys (or him) had already taken care of the majority of the debris, so it was just a matter of making sure that the raw skin was clean and sterile before applying ointment and bandages. He hissed when I sterilized the wounds, but otherwise remained silent.

I next move to the hand and forearm that isn't holding the ice pack, and repeat the process. I rise up onto my knees to roll up his shirt sleeve to work on the upperarm, but find myself eye to eye with him.

His fire has gone out.

"You haven't been sleeping." I say, finally breaking our tenuous silence. I resist the urge to place a hand on his good cheek.

"I mean, I have. But you know I don't really rest when we're fighting." His voice is but a whisper, probably worried that he'll scare me off if he speaks any louder.

The mention of our fight snaps me back into focus, and I set my jaw again before breaking eye contact. I return to my task, and roll up his shirt sleeve.

I'm less delicate with my cleaning now. He yelps in pain at a particularly brisk movement, and I try not to smile. I'm reminded of the rug burn healing on the backs of my thighs and hope that he remembers it too.

More bandages are applied, and I realize that I will eventually need to ask him to remove his shirt so that I can properly care for his shoulders.

He's been studying me as I've worked. "You haven't been getting any rest either, have you?" The concealer that I applied before work that morning and then reapplied right before my dance lesson had done enough to convince Rin that I was well. But under such careful scrutiny by someone who knows me better than I know myself, it was worthless.

"So what if I haven't?" His fire may have burned out, but mine had not. I'm still pissed as hell. "It's not like you care."

"Ace..." He trails off, trying to make eye contact, but I busy myself with securing one of his bandages. "You know that's not true."

I get to my feet, and he grabs my hand, afraid that I'm going to walk away. "Turn around and take off your shirt. I need to clean up your shoulders." I do my best to inject ice into my voice, unwilling to give in.

He does as I ask, and I immediately regret my decision. I begin to salivate, being confronted by just how much his shoulders and back affect my willpower. The urge to bite him is only slightly tempered by the sight of the dried blood and raw skin.

My hands shake as I go through the motions of tending to the wounds. And I'm repulsed by how weak-kneed I feel. I cling to that repulsion, hoping that it will serve as my lifeline until I can get out of this room.

I place the last of my bandages and realize that I need more for his other arm and a spot along his jaw that looked more like rug burn than road rash. Probably from the strap on his helmet. At least he was wearing it this time.

I spin around on my heel before stepping away. Mikey turns his head at the brush of my skirt against his spine, and reaches out with his free hand to take hold, but misses.

When I finally turn back from the cabinets, he is facing forward again and appears to be pouting. The jutting of his lower lip is subtle enough for anyone else to miss, but just as he knows me, I know him.

Fucking brat.

I decide to prolong the inevitable, and step over to the fridge and get a new bag of ice from the freezer. Or I would have, but it seems that the last one is currently on his face.

For the first time, I find myself really wondering just how long Draken fought with Mikey before giving in and reaching out to me. Looks like I owe him one.

I grab the lone bag of frozen peas instead and toss it over my head and behind me. It lands in Mikey's hand without any audible effort on his part.

"Swap hands. I need to work on your other arm." I say as I kneel on the floor in front of him once again.

"Do you ever wonder how many times we've done this?" He asks, following my instructions. His now free hand is ice inside of my own.

"Far too many to count." I mumble, focused on my task.

"I don't ever really return the favor, do I?" He laughs, but it's cut short by a moan of pain—someone forgot about the gash on his cheek.

"No you don't." My response is harsher than I meant, but to be fair the new skin on the backs of my thighs just started to itch. "You always complain about how much effort it takes to do it correctly, so I stopped asking a long time ago. You only ever do it now if I'm literally incapable of doing it myself."

I know that our minds go to the same place. The last time I couldn't take care of my own wounds was two years ago when I hit the floor a little too hard and got a concussion. He "took care of me" by taking me to hospital. And then left me there. As my emergency contact, Takemichi still gives me grief over it from time to time. No one could track Mikey down until five days later, when he showed up at our shared apartment.

I'm still convinced Emma would've killed him then and there if I hadn't come out of the bedroom to see who was at the door.

"I'm sorry." My hands still, a bandage half wrapped around his bicep. Mikey takes the opportunity to take my chin in his hand and lift it so that I have to look him in the eye. "I know that doesn't mean a lot for us. We say we're sorry, and then we turn around and do the same thing again. But I do mean it this time. I never should have abandoned you at the hospital like that."

I yank my head out of his hand and return to my task, wrapping the bandage just a little to tight.

Of course he's apologizing for something that happened two years ago. Not for ruining my date with Rin, forcing us to breach contract, or for the injuries that I currently have. Or even for the fight that led to those injuries. No, he's apologizing for something that I had already grieved and moved on from.

I finish his arm and sit back on my heels, admiring my work. I was never interested in medicine, but you learn things when your friends and family are in gangs and can't always go to the hospital when they get injured. They all eventually picked some things up from watching me and were able to doctor themselves for the most part.

Mikey watched and learned, but almost never applies the skills. He outright refuses to take care of himself unless he literally has no other choice.

I think about how I stormed out five days ago, and wonder if he had doctored himself for once or called someone else to clean up my our mess. Any injuries he sustained then are all covered up by the road rash now.

The exhaustion from the last five days hits me all at once. I swallow around the lump forming in my throat and find myself fighting back tears. I want to make up with him and forget the whole thing, just so that I can take sanctuary in his arms and finally get some rest.

I take a deep breath and slowly get to my feet. "I—" I clear my throat and start again. "I need to take a look at that gash now. So if you could—"

"Baby," Mikey interrupts and takes one of hands in both of his, the peas displaced somewhere. "Look at me."

I can't. I know what I'll find when I look in his eyes. And I'm not ready for that. I want to stay mad. I deserve to stay mad. He was out of line. He knows it. I know it. Just like it was his right to be mad in the first place because I was out of line.

We walk an emotional tightrope together and when one of us starts to tip, we scramble to stay upright, only for both of us to fall. It's an impossibly delicate balance that we have to maintain and when we do, it's art; but when we don't, it's so horrific that the metaphor extends past being "better" on the tightrope alone—we would've been better off never being on the tightrope in the first place.

I don't realize that the tears have started to fall until Mikey has stood up and is pressing our foreheads together and cupping my face with his hands, using his thumbs to brush them away.

"I'm sorry." My voice breaks into a sob.

"I know. I'm sorry too. But let's take care of my face, and then we can yell at each other all we want. Make Kenny go crazy, yeah?" I can hear that he's on the verge of tears too.

God, I hate being married to myself. But I can't help but laugh and nod. I can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Right. Okay." I take my glasses off and wipe at my face with the sleeves of my sweater. I replace my glasses as Mikey finds his seat on the couch again.

I move the bandages and other supplies up on the couch cushions around him. As I move to stand between his legs to better view the slowly weeping gash on his cheek, Mikey tugs on my sleeve and pulls me into his lap. He grins, painfully, from ear to ear while I try to find my balance, knees on either side of his hips.

"Mikey—" It's my turn to pout, but he cuts me off with a kiss.

"Happy anniversary baby."

#the lover's library #mikace #rindace #rincemakasuke #selfshiptober 2024

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jb-nonsense · 1 year ago

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For Tali and Astarion:

who felt romantic feelings first?

who gets jealous easily?

who is more protective?

what do they like to do together?

do they like pda?

does anyone object to their relationship?

♥ SHIP QUESTIONARE

who felt romantic feelings first?

Honestly??? The entire dynamic of their build up is hilarious since it started out as "ugh. that person." then to similar sense of humor friends. Then to "ok cool let's bang." There probably was a starting of a fondness for the other towards the end of Act 1, but romantic feelings weren't there. Talilah was fine with celebratory sex (and he asked first) and Astarion was trying to manipulate for his safety. Act 2 is when, perhaps, a flame started in for both of them. Talilah had kissed Wyll, who fit everything a hopeless romantic mind like hers would've envisioned in a s/o. But she felt guilty about it and did not spend the night with Wyll. She didn't know why, in that moment, she felt guilty, but it could have been a spark starting due to her spending more time with Astarion. And Astarion, in his conversation with her afterwards, fully expected her to move on with Wyll and her saying, no, she would stay with him, and perhaps she wanted something more with him could've given him a realization of his own spark. Neither would've fully admitted it, though, until the run in with the drow in moonrise towers, when Talilah asserted Astarion was his own person, in charge of his own choices. Her fiery passion in defending him and not questioning his choice definitely made him start to acknowledge his spark and his vulnerability in his gratitude to her afterwards helped Talilah admit her own. So I don't think it could be a sudden "oh." but more of a slow growth over time, where they eased into it.

who gets jealous easily?

I feel like both have their ability to get jealous, depending on the scenario/stage of relationship. Astarion, possibly early on due to concerns about not being 'good' enough, but he'd never be open about it. Talilah's jealousy would arouse more if she felt he felt like he needed to do something, so it's more a protective jealousy than a lack of trust jealousy. But honestly, I feel like there's not much jealousy once they've settled themselves into the relationship, as they trust each other enough not to be bothered. Also, Astarion is one of the companions comfortable with a poly/open relationship with Halsin so there's that to consider.

who is more protective?

They are both equally protective by the time their relationship develops more. At the start, I feel like it might be Talilah, because she does tend to have heroic tendencies. She's decent at reading people and after spending time with him, could see the pain and struggle, and had a desire to help and protect. But as time goes, Astarion gets equally protective of her. She's done so much for him, she makes him feel safe, and he cares for her, he'll protect all of that and see beyond himself.

what do they like to do together?

Watch the sunrise. It's one of the few things Astarion couldn't do before and sharing it with her is a small joy for him. Another thing is just having some quiet time in each other's company, with Astarion working on embroidery and Talilah composing a new song or poem. Talilah is a notorious cuddler, though, and at first, Astarion wasn't sure what to make of it, as he had issues with contact. But she was patient and gentle and he eventually realized he could spend hours with her snuggled up against him, talking about pointless things or not talking at all. Although their favorite pass time is pointless squabbles and trying to outwit each other with a sassy remark. Astarion, you're going against a bard with that so good luck.

do they like pda?

Hm, depends. Depends on who is around and depends on what it is. If Astarion can annoy someone with overt PDA, he will do it and goad Talilah into agreeing to being a troll. But if they're not being absolute brats with it, just some short pecks, cheek/forehead kisses, and handholding are the extent of it. There is a desire to be close to the other, though, so they tend to almost be attached at the hip.

does anyone object to their relationship?

Withers because destiny and that shit. Can't be distracted. I mean, probably? When I finish her playthrough and depending on stories, I do intend for them to go questing to find a cure for Astarion, which might take them to Evereska and/or Evermeet, with the sun elves. For those unaware, there are different kinds of high elves. The sun elves are the high elves that have a social hierarchy related to family name. Talilah's father was a sun elf, her mother a moon elf (a much more liberal sort of high elf who love travel and learning from other races). I am quite sure her father's family wouldn't be keen on someone from their line being involved with a vampire spawn and not being involved with someone of proper social standing in their culture.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Astarion #astarion ancunin #Astarion x Tav #Tav x Astarion #astarion x f!tav #f!Tav x Astarion #Astarion x female tav #female tav x astarion #Taliah x Astarion #Astarion x Talilah #Talistarion #Media: Asks #Character: Talilah Bluethorn #Fandom: BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 spoilers #BG3 spoilers

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concoctionboy · 2 years ago

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@unexpectedly-wizardposting: You should probably get out, maybe re-explore the skull room and beyond?

(Given that this update involves a lot of drawing including a new room (well, a room I've been to before, but that was before I started including drawings of everything), it's going to be a two-parter; I'll post the first half tonight and then I'll try to get the rest up tomorrow morning.)

Okay, well, first of all, we've spent a long time in this room, so now that we're finally leaving it, I may as well show the map again:

So there are only two places on this level I haven't been (that I know of): behind the secret door in the symbol (northern) room, and in the room to the southeast where something's making an electronic crackling noise. Well, I guess technically there's also the small hole in the wall in the southern room, but while I could easily get through that hole myself, the shapeshifting powers that Xil got when he, uh, ingested part of me have worn off by now, so he wouldn't be able to get through there, and I don't think Flocsle could either.

I've only been in one room in the level above this, though, and I haven't been in the level below this one at all, and I have no idea how many levels this place has, so even if I've explored most of this level it doesn't mean there's not a lot of the tower I haven't seen.

But anyway, yeah, I guess my exploration of the skull room was kind of interrupted when the skeleton woke up and chased me out, so I may as well start by going back there and see what else is there that I missed.

Since we're leaving this room now, I guess it's time to give the man-eating plant my other arm like I promised. The plant argues that we ended up staying there and demanding its services a lot longer than it had initially expected, and demands to eat part of Xil and Flocsle too. That's not an option, because I don't think they can grow their parts back, but I eventually talk the plant into settling for getting one of my legs thrown in.

(And because somebody's bound to make this joke, yes, I guess that means paying off the man-eating plant is going to cost me an arm and a leg. Sure.)

So fine, I remove my left leg and I throw it to the man-eating plant and then… I can't really throw it my arm if I don't have any arms to throw it with. I mean, yes, I can grow more arms, but I don't want the plant to know that. I guess maybe it already knows that from reading my mind—I'm not really sure how powerful its telepathic powers are now—but in case it doesn't know about my abilities, I'd rather keep it that way. Xil offers to throw my arm for me, but the plant says if I walk up to it it'll just bite my arm off and leave the rest of me, so okay, I guess that works.

Yes, I know, I absolutely should have seen this coming. I think I may be too trusting.

Okay, I guess I can't totally blame the man-eating plant for this. We did kind of end up using its services a lot longer than initially agreed, and besides I'm not sure it was sentient until recently so maybe it hasn't really had a chance to develop a sense of morality. Oh well.

Xil says if it's getting too taxing to keep changing my shape, I can just stay like this for a while and he'll carry me. Honestly, it doesn't really take a lot of energy to change shape, but I've lost enough material by now that if I did form back into a humanoid shape I'd be a much smaller version of me and would probably have to be carried anyway to not slow everyone else down, and I kind of get the impression Xil sort of wants me to stay like this, so whatever, I guess I'll just be a leg and a… bottom for now.

Okay, so, back to the skull room.

(Like I said, the rest of this update coming tomorrow morning, since I have to draw the skull room, although if anyone has any ideas in advance for what I should do when I get there you can go ahead and suggest them now.)

#Tower Quest #potionposting #potion posting #wizardposting #wizard posting #exploration

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loorain · 1 year ago

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Toddler Troubles and Restaurant Renovations

Back after a long break! Life got pretty crazy and I wasn't playing my game at all, but I'm finally back! So, let's get to the updates, shall we?

As the twins' first full day as toddlers emerge, Alma is the first to wake up. It seems although she was a good sleeper in infancy, her days of sleeping well are behind her for now. She wakes up in a mood, and with it being so early in the morning no one else is awake. This allows her to quietly get into mischief.

Alma ends up occupying her free time with exploring the toilet, the adults blissfully unaware in their slumber for a while. However, eventually, someone enters to use the bathroom and discovers the scene.

Scarlett: Oh ho ho, what do we have here? Getting into trouble this morning, are we? Come on, let's find something else for you to do, eh?

Alma's parents eventually wake, but Scarlett insists she's got her. While Sabrina gets ready for the day, Juno wakes and is a little fussy so Sigrid grabs him.

Robin: You're so good with him.

Sigrid: Yeah, he's my little buddy.

Sigrid sighs.

Sigrid: I know the girls only just aged up, but I already miss them at this age. So sweet and cuddly, just wanting to be loved.

Robin: Yeah. It was great.

Sigrid: You know... I wouldn't mind doing it again, you know. I know I said I was done but... maybe, you know? I don't need it, I'm perfectly happy with just our girls, but maybe...

Robin: Well we have time to think about it. Maybe it'll be nice to add one more to the mix. But I agree, Alma and Audrey are more than enough for me. We'll just see where life takes us, yeah?

Sigrid: Yeah, I think that's a good plan.

Renovations to the restaurant have been going well, so today Sabrina makes a visit to the space to check on the progress, which looks really good much to their excitement.

Sabrina: Yeah Mom, the place looks great! Looks like they're almost done, definitely ready for our Saturday opening!

While Sabrina's on the phone, some other familiar faces make their way in.

Lakshmi: Hello, Chef!

Sabrina: Laks! So good to see you girl!

Lakshmi: Great to see you too! I pulled someone else along with me.

Sabrina turns to Nyla.

Sabrina: I see! Hey there stranger, can I get a hug?

Nyla smirks, chuckling.

Nyla: I suppose I can manage one of those.

The trio sit to chat.

Lakshmi: The place really looks great Sabrina! So your style.

Sabrina: Thanks, I think so too. We're just about ready for our grand opening. I'm nervous, but hopefully, it'll go well.

Lakshmi: Well in other news, how's Juno doing?

Sabrina: He's getting so big and learning so much! He's not much younger than the twins so he's going to age up soon! We'll have to start arranging playdates with him and Roddy!

Nyla smiles: I think Roddy will like that! It's so great that he'll have a little buddy to hang out with!

Sabrina: But enough about me, what's going on in your lives?

Nyla: Just focused on being a good mom over here, but I think Laks has got some news to discuss.

The two turn to her, a grin spreading across her face.

Lakshmi: Well... I met someone.

Sabrina: No way! That's huge Laks! Congrats!

Lakshmi: Thanks, it was a surprise to me too. We've just moved in together and are getting settled in, but I think we're about ready to have our first guests over. I'd like to invite you both over for dinner tomorrow night, if you're free.

Sabrina: I think I can work it out with my mom, she loves caring for Juno.

Nyla: It's been a while since I've gotten out for more than an hour or two without Roddy... might be nice.

Lakshmi: You should bring Alex too! Parents' night out!

Nyla: I'll see what he says.

Lakshmi: Sabrina, you should invite Beau too.

Sabrina's eyes widen a little.

Sabrina: Beau? Why should I do that?

Lakshmi: Come on, Sabrina, you've got to face him. The restaurant is almost off the ground. He's given you the space you needed. You shouldn't leave him in the dark like this. A night out together could be what you both need.

Sabrina: I'm not sure. Beau was pretty adamant about things. And... I'm not sure if I know what I want right now.

Lakshmi: Please, just ask? I'd love to have us all together again. It's been so long.

Sabrina: Alright, I'll ask if he's free. And I'll try to keep it together for a night, for you.

Lakshmi smiles.

Lakshmi: Thanks.

While Lakshmi uses the bathroom, Nyla and Sabrina are left alone and have a moment to chat.

Sabrina: So... about our last chat. Look, I'm sorry. You and Alex have been through a lot. I just didn't want you to make a rash decision.

Nyla: You were right, Bina. I was scared. I'm trying not to let my emotions cloud my judgment. Alex and I are in a good spot right now. We're trying to reconnect, trying to see each other as people and not just Roddy's parents. It's taking some time, but I'm hopeful. I think you should try and do the same with Beau. I know it's not exactly the same circumstances, but he wants to be there for you. Don't push him away.

Sabrina nods.

Sabrina: Yeah... I'll try. Maybe Laks is right. Maybe tomorrow will be good for all of us.

Nyla: Guess we'll just have to wait and see, yeah?

Nyla sighs, looking at her friend.

Nyla: I've missed you, Bina.

Sabrina: I missed you too.

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maguro13-2 · 2 years ago

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Miku.EXE : The Resurrection Pt.6 (1/2)

[Somewhere at Eggman's Headquarters]

Dr.Eggman : At long waited last! After years of loneliness and not meeting my cousin Maria, I have suffered long enough for the sake of my Grandfather's legacy. But now that legacy has put behind me. I, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, have created and AI construct that would finally make a daughter of my very own. I have required to have the data with this new technology discovered on Starfall Islands. I have given a perfect name for her, I call her "Sage".

Sage (From POV) : Nice to meet you, "Father". How can I help you?

Dr.Eggman : We need your help to advance this latest technology from the ancients at Starfall Islands. Once you're at it and can access the cyberspace with the via network, we needed to the extract the data of Sonic.EXE's database. We heard that he has fathered a "daughter" of his own.

Sage : As you wish, father. I will get the fulfillment of extracting the data from EXE's database. And to thinking of meeting this "Miku.EXE" girl, I would look forward of seeing her to show her what the true meaning of fatherly love is.

Dr.Eggman : (chuckles) Excellent, Sage. That Sonic.EXE will show who's the best father there is to me and to us. If it's the God's data that he has given birth to the only daughter he ever created, I would eventually make him to settle the score with the father-daughter relationship. Now sage, why don't you agree with sticking the ancient technology from the ancients?

Sage : Understood.

Dr.Eggman : This is going to be the very new beginning to bring the age of EXE coming to a fresh start, a resurrection that made a "God" with it's fully reawakened powers. I'll show him what a scientific genius can really do of being a great dad. [Chuckles, then laughs and continues to laugh evilly]

"Meanwhile at True Cross Academy..."

Black Rock Shooter : Hey, Okumura. Thanks for helping me out with the cleaning. I appreciate that staying with you at your school was a pleasant surprise for a weird crossover. But I didn't think that I expected this much of a help.

Rin Okumura : Hey, what can I say? You more than welcome to stay here and help us do the stuff around the academy. We've going on with the blue flames as a use of power for this case. Since when do you have a blue flame for an eye?

Black Rock Shooter : Well, typically...I had this blue flame since it was some kind of gift from God or some kind of ghost stuff that happened when I was your age. It could be a gift from your father I think. Who knows, maybe Blue flames are a passion to demon or spirit energy. That's why I got this blue flame for an eye in the first place.

Rin Okumura : Same goes to brother, I have the powers of Satan and blue flames are my thing as a hero! In fact that I have a badass sword that can slice up demons and make them burn in hell! That's the real reason that my author has named Blue Exorcist in the first place!

Black Rocn Shooter : (giggles) Same goes to you! After all of this cleaning is done, we should probably have a dinner feast with your friends for tonight. Does that sound like a good idea, Rin?

Rin Okumura : Why yes! Of course we'll have a dinner feast with all our friends dining including my brother Yukio. He'll be exotic when we prepare this dinner feast that we prepared!

Black Rock Shooter : Great! Then we'll get ready to prepare for the feast that everyone will server!

Rin Okumura : Hell yeah!

(Phone ringing)

Black Rock Shooter : I think I hear something. That must be you.

Rin Okumura : Oh, right! That must be someone answering to me now! (Answers phone) Hello! Rin Okumura speaking!

Yukio (via phone) : Hey, Okumura.

Rin Okumura : Hey, Yukio! What's up!?

Yukio Okumura (via phone) : I'm doing fine when i'm looking into information about the girl's murder. How's everything doing with Black Rock Shooter?

Rin Okumura : Oh nothing much. We're doing a pleasant time with ourselves. We did all the efforts of helping each other so me and BRS are preparing to have a wonderful dinner feast for all of us. It's like we are celebrating a crossover friendship or relationship between us. How about you?

Yukio Okumura : Not much I was hoping that the news would able happen about the murder. Police investigations are concerned for the girl's disappearance and a dream jester saying that a video game maestro from Square Enix whose head has been decapitated since the mysterious blackout, which was an unknown occurrence.

Rin Okumura (via phone) : "Unknown occurrence"? What does that mean, Yukio? Sounds like that's a real mystery ahead of us.

Yukio Okumura : Of course it is. Well I heard that Omelette, a mad genius daughter of Video game Villain Dr. Robotnik, was found dead when this girl just ended her life by killing her.

Rin Okumura (via phone) : Wait. Who killed her?

Yukio Okumura (via phone) : You're not gonna like this one, Rin. When everyone know who the killer was...Everyone believes that virtual singer Hatsune Miku was framed for a crime she did not commit.

Rin Okumura : What? When? Right now? How can that be?!

Yukio Okumura : Right after having the dinner feast with Black Rock Shooter. We can discuss this later. Meet us at the dining hall.

Rin Okumura : Right. See ya there. (Phone beep)

Black Rock Shooter : What did he mean by that? Hatsune Miku committed a crime? More likely, there wasn't something suspicious that Miku would never do anything wrong.

Rin Okumura : Well, whatever it is. I felt sorry for a virtual singer who just happened to be innocent. I bet it has to be one of Satan's tricks.

Black Rock Shooter : That wasn't Satan's doing. I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this. Anywho, let's go prepare for tonight's feast. Everyone must be waiting.

Rin Okumura : Good eye.

(Tails.EXE is shown hiding in a tree, watching both of them with binoculars)

Tails.EXE : So, they finally figured it out who Sonic.EXE's daughter is. (Talks to his phone) Knuckles.EXE, I have found this black haired girl that was supposed to be a friend or relative to Miku.

Knuckles.EXE (via phone) : Excellent work, my friend. Everything will be according to plan, just as we promised to our Lord.

Tails.EXE : Not to worry. We will finally know the answers to Sonic.EXE's "daughter". And everyone will know why she went berserk to kill all those people. It's gonna be a hard time to search for the truth about her. Get "her" friends ready, we needed them in proper position for the ultimate judgement. Soon, the "God" will have his or her wrath to see the humans witness their fear and despair when the world's fate will be covered in red that is the human's Blood.

[EXE LAUGH]

[TV BUZZING]

~ FATE SHALL BE OPENED BY IT'S GATES ~

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #sonic.exe #blue exorsict #black rock shooter #vocaloid #sega #anime #shounen #crossover #horror #mystery #thriller #dark comedy

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robynlilyblack · 2 years ago

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Something sweet

Part 1

bodyguard! James x fem! maid! reader

Summary: James lands a new long term position for a rich family in the countryside, however he gets lost on his way there and has to ask directions from a mystery girl and her dog, little does he know he'll be working closely with her in the near future

Warnings: swearing, strangers to coworkers to eventual lovers, mentions of past relationships, cheating (neither james or reader), dangerous work environment, eating, food, and sex, first meetings, mutual pining, Alex being his iconic self, Bruce being the best boy

A/n: 4.2k words, day three of my advent calendar is part one of my bodyguard james fic! part 2 may or not be a later day ;) this is all set in a muggle au, James is in his mid 20s and reader her early 20s

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James was stopped at the side of the road, engine turned off to save fuel, eyebrows pinched as he checked the directions he was given against the map. He was certain he had gone the right way; he’d never gotten lost for a job…although this job was a little different than the others.

Usually he was only hired for a few months, a year or two tops, but this one would likely be indefinitely. He wasn’t complaining, though he was never without work he was without a permanent address. You would think seeing the world would be magical, that thrill of seeing something new every day would be exciting, but living in hotels and never settling had slowly taken its toll.

That thrill he once found in it had an expiration date, life became boring as he was never in one place long enough to form any real connections. He still wrote to friends, attended a few of their weddings a year prior, and always made sure to see them every couple of months. Yet it wasn’t enough, hearing them talk about having children and starting families had him earning for it too. He’d tried it twice before but they ended the same, the distance pulling them apart and, on top of that, back then he didn’t exactly take the safest jobs, leading both of his former partners to be in constant worry

They were both married now, he still phoned Lily from time to time and of course he saw Regulus being Sirius’ brother and all. There was no bad blood, the feelings had dissipated yet he envied them just a little for finding their someone, something he’d give anything to have now

“I went down here…and then I remember seeing that school because it was creepy as all feck…so if I go down here…” he extends the syllables as his finger traces the road “...wait” his eyebrows furrow deeper, looking out of his window to see any kind of landmark that can help

Looking around there was deep forestry on his left, some branches at the bottom still coated in snow as the sun hadn’t melted it just yet, lining the road for as far as he could see and ahead there was a bend that seemed to lead him off towards another deep treeline that looked a lot older, which was promising considering he was told the estate was established in the 15th century. He then turned to his right, seeing a small wall running down the opposite side of the road, it was crumpled in places, the gaps revealing more of the lush frost dew field behind it, shining

He reaches down the side of the door, rolling the window down gently, it was a crisp morning, but exaggerated by the cars heater making soft wisps appear as its heat hits the outside air. He pokes his head out a little further, trying to spot anyone he could ask for help in order to save himself returning to the farmer from earlier, who despite being a lovely gent was completely incomprehensible with how thick his accent was

Just as he was about to give up, he hears a giggle, hears perking up at the sweet sound, so much, he jolts his head up to see whoever it was over the wall, only to whack it on the doors roof

“Fuck” he groans, rubbing the top of his head, blinking quickly to ensure he didn’t knock out one of his contacts before he quickly scrambles out of the car and across the tarmac, stopping half way to curse again as he runs back over, dipping in the window to grab the map

“Hey!” he waves at the figure as he turns back towards them, jogging across the road and onto the grass verge, gently leaning over the wall

That catches the figure's attention and they turn around to look at him, that's when he sees you. You looked a little shocked to see him, which he’s not surprised at; he hadn't seen any other cars pass by in the time he’d spent stewing away with his map nor the drive up the road.

The next thing he notices is the dog that companies you eyeing him then looking to you for what he assumes is a command. James figures some farmers daughter, or maybe the daughter of whose estate he was headed too. He hopes for the former as you draw closer, the dogs tail beginning to wag as it follows on behind, gaining a treat on the way for good behaviour

“Can you help me?” he asks, holding up the map “I appear to be a tad lost” he chuckles trying to lighten the mood and let you know he isn’t some weirdo

You still seem nervous yet your shoulders have relaxed, the dog looking more excited now he’s no longer a potential threat. He drinks in your figure as you approach the wall, you look sweet, perfect even in your little bobble hat and scarf, sturdy looking boots at least a size too big adored with thick brown socks poking out at the top, battered jeans littered with old and new paw prints, and finally a woolly jumper under a chunky green parka

“I’m looking for the Roseberry Estate?” he asks when you don’t say anything, trying his best not to smile too much when he looks over the wall and sees your companion staring up at him fondly with big grey eyes that reminded him of an old friend

“Umm” you whisper and he barely hears it, watching as you awkwardly take the map from his hands and shift to the side so he can see it “You’re here” you point to the road and James smiles a little funny, thankful he’s on the right road yet confused as to how he overshot it “You started from the city?” you wonder and he nods, catching your eye for a brief moment before you shy away again towards the map “You’ve accidently taken the long way around, but it’s no harm done, just keep going you’ll find water on your left and look out for the sign, it’ll be on your right. Oh, and if you can’t see the water anymore you’ve gone too far” you tell him quietly with the most charming giggle escaping your lips at the end

He smiles gently re-taking the map, but not folding it up just yet as he traces over the intersection, he made a wrong turn at “So what you’re saying is I managed to get so lost I still ended up where I needed to be” he barks a laugh, thinking of how Remus would dub this with the famous Potter luck as he folds up the map and shoves the map into his back pocket.

As the paper slips in he feels his suspenders shift, laying uncomfortably on his shoulder, however as he fixes it, he misses the way your eyes fixate on his movements, on his hands, but particularly on the slight reveal of his holster under his fleece lined jacket

“I…umm” his eyes drift back to you, noticing you seem a little flustered and wonders if its for the reasons he’s finding himself hoping for “I need to get going” you slowly step backwards, trying to retreat in such a way he wouldn’t notice and it’s kind of adorable

“Of course, thank you for the help” he smiles and you give him a little nod back “Have a lovely day sweetheart” he adds, earning the smallest of smiles back and an even smaller ‘you too’ before you turn away and walk through the field and up the makeshift path, your dog following along behind, tail wagging happily

James smirks, turning around and checking the road before jogging back to the car quickly. He was freezing, only masking the shivers so he would look tough in front of you that seemed used to this kind of weather. He himself should have been, hell he went to a private school little ways south of here in his youth but years of jet setting from hot country to hotter country had left him shuddering now

After rolling up the window and getting warm again he presses his foot to the clutch and begins to the turn the ignition but stops and curses “Shit, her name” he scolds himself for forgetting “Always ask the pretty girl their name…fuck and the dog…dammit why didn’t we pet the dog” he scolds further, knowing his next letter to Sirius was going to earn a chide reply for the latter

You took your time walking back to the estate, breathing in the mid-morning air and enjoying your down time as you would be working again this afternoon. The ground crunched beneath you, the morning sun hadn’t quite hit the trail just yet and thawed the mud, making it easier to traverse. Not that you nor Bruce would ever complain, he was living his best life, so much that you honestly feared his tail would break with how hard it was wagging

He stops about 40 yards ahead at the corner of the path, turning back to wait on you catching up before going again. You smile at that, giving him a signal as you draw closer, causing him to patter up to your right side, around behind you to slow and walk at your pace on your left side

“Good boy”

Dipping into your pocket you grab a treat, gifting it to him and he takes it sweetly, tongue lapping it up before he picks up his pace and wanders out in front of you again. You adored mornings like this, just you and him, but as you reached the home stretch nerves filled you as you thought of the man you met earlier

He was beyond handsome, too handsome to live around here, a pretty face like his should be seen by the world and not the 50 or so people that lived near or in the estate grounds. He dressed like a tourist too, his shoes too nice for the mud, jacket that was quite clearly bought at the store everyone went to when they first got off the plane, and of course, the car that had no place on roads like this during winter

You weren’t surprised when he asked you where the house was, but the thing that did surprise you was the holster. You assumed he must have been one of the family's friends, as there was a dinner later this evening you would be waiting at. So, it was a shock to realise he must be the new bodyguard, the one other staff were raving about. He just looked too sweet. Sure, he was built like a rugby player with broad shoulders and clear muscles, tall too, but his face, hair, eyes, they were all too kind and soft to be in such a profession

“Happy to be home, boy?” You ask Bruce, scratching his ear as he circles you gleefully and of course he is, as the moment he’s in he gets breakfast

You were happy too, over your time working and living on the estate it had become your home, the fellow staff, your family, however as of this afternoon you would no longer be the new girl, despite holding it for the last 3 years, that would go to that handsome stranger

“Y/n!” Your head shoots up to see your best friend, Alex, waving at you before being greeted by Bruce “Sorry boy, hello to you too” chuckling he crouch’s down to give Bruce a proper hello

“Hey” you say softly as you approach, taking off your scarf and hat as you feel yourself heating up again as you approach the side door “He’s just sucking up so he can get extra you know that right?” you remind your friend and he gives you a pointed look before chuckling

“Let me live in my fantasy sunshine, where I pretend, he loves me and not yesterday's leftover beef, okay?” he pleads and you put your hands up, giggling yourself as you head in, but still making sure to kick the frost and mud from your boots off on the last step before entering

“Was it today the new bodyguard is coming?” you check as you take a seat on one of the small chairs just inside, looking up through the double doors of the smaller east wing kitchen as Bruce comes to sit on the floor in front of you, waiting patiently for Alex to return with food as he wasn’t allowed in there

“Yeah” he confirms, coming back out with two dog bowls, one with food, the other water “You think he’ll last longer than the previous one?” He chuckles, placing the bowls down “Good boy” he grants Bruce permission to feast, which he does so promptly

“Hopefully” you giggle

The position for a new bodyguard has been a cursed one, not for any dangerous reason but for the fact one of the family’s children had a rather scandalous habit of cheating on her husband with every bodyguard they had ever hired. Funnily enough your job had the same curse with one of the families’ sons, however you never let anything happen, simply refusing his advances and he never again passed normal flirting which gained him your respect, and yourself that of the families.

“I think I met him” you say removing your shoes and fluffy socks, revealing your tight clad feet underneath

“Seriously?” Alex’s eyes light up, smirking as you stand and slip off your coat, humming in confirmation “What’s he like?”

“Handsome” you feel your cheeks heat bending down to pick up the empty food bowl and half drank water bowl before carrying them through into the servants break room “Too handsome” you giggle, placing the water bowl back down with the food one underneath for now

“For real? You sure it wasn’t one of the investors they invited for dinner?” Alex asks, taking a seat on the bench facing away from your locker

“No, I thought that too until I saw his holster” you say, opening your locker and softly taking your freshly pressed uniform out

“Is he prettier than the last ones?” Alex inquires as he begins petting Bruce “Hey bud”

You feel yourself flush “By a mile, younger too, probably mid to late twenties?” you reply smiling as you see Bruce's leg kicks at Alex’s scratches before slipping off your jeans and jumper

“Yeah?” you hum in agreement “You know I can feel the heat from your cheeks…hey!” he chuckles as you shove him gently “You fancy him” he states

“I barely know him; we spoke for all of one minute” you needless defend as you shimmy into your skirt

“That wasn’t a no…oi…she’s such a meany isn’t she Brucey” he earns another playful hit but his attempts to sway Bruce only earn in a funny look “Wow you’ve got him wrapped around your finger” he notes

“I do” you slid your hands into the sleeves of your blouse “Don’t I boy” you lean over Alex’ shoulder to pat Bruce's head, causing him to yip and shuffle foot to foot, arse wiggling excitedly “He…” you climb over the bench and join your friend, beginning to button your shirt as you do “...he called me sweetheart”

“Sweetheart, eh?” he nudges his nose with Bruce’s “You hear that boy? Your gal might have found a new favourite” he says, making the dogs head tilt

“No” you leave the last few buttons and cup Bruce's face, steering him towards you instead “No one can replace my favourite boy, not even the handsome stranger”

“You replacing me darlin?”

Yours, Alex and Bruce's heads shoot up to see Patrick Roseberry, the family’s youngest son, ages with you, and your main boss, along with…the handsome stranger from earlier

“Sir” you stand bowing your head a little, cheeks feeling hot as the stranger tilts his head, clearly connecting the dots “No sir I mean…sorry sir” you cringe, cheeks on fire now while Patrick just waves it off with a small chuckle

“Mornin’” Alex nods his head with a small finger salute, standing up casually and earring an amused eyebrow raise from Mr Handsome

“Oh hey there Brucey” Patrick kneels down, petting the dog as he approaches “Y/n and Alex taking good care of you boy?” he wonders

You smile at that; Bruce was originally raised to be a gun dog but never quite had the same drive for the hunt as his brothers and sisters. You still remember the day they realised it wasn’t meant to be; you were helping move new produce into the kitchen while they were out training when a small group of hares ran by. Every dog started to chase them while Bruce sat just watched them, not caring in the slightest, Patrick didn’t want to give him up so he gifted him to yours and Alex’s care

“Is that his name?” the stranger finally speaks, drawing your eyes and earning a small smirk from him before he kneels down to pet Bruce, who seems very happy to see him again and gain some ear scratches this time now there was no wall in the way

“Oh” Patrick chuckles, standing back up and looking towards you and Alex “This is James Potter, the new bodyguard, I’m giving him the grand tour”

James? It suits him, you think with a small smile, rocking on your feet as your hands clasp behind your back

“Hi” James looks up, catching your eye once more as he greets you but those fine eyes soon travel down like they did earlier, his smirk widening as he stands up and you suddenly remember the last few buttons

“Sorry” you quickly do them up, turning away slightly as you do

Patrick lets out a small laugh “Sorry darlin, should have knocked first” he cringes, rubbing the back of his neck while his cheeks tint a little while you whisper a small ‘it’s okay’ “We should keep the tour going though, the dinner is in a few hours and I’m sure you wish to get settled and unpack” he tells James as he walks further into the room

“Sounds good…see ya boy” James whispers the last part to Bruce, giving him one last clap before he watches the dog return to your side

“This is the staff break room, you’ll spend most of your down time here. Y/n, Alex or one of our older maids will prepare your clothes in the morning so you never need to worry about what to wear, except for our balls, we outsource labour for those so the staff can join in, my grandmother set it up you see…”

Patrick goes on for a while, explaining some house rules, etiquette, locker assignment and meal times. Alex takes this time to sit back down and pet Bruce before yours and his shift starts and Bruce has to be left on his own. You do the same, your movement catching James’ attention briefly, before he returns to listening and you pull your formal black pumps out from under the bench, slipping them on your feet as you try not to stare too long at James’ arse, those trousers are…snug

“Pervert” Alex whispers and you gasp quietly, gladly not attracting much attention

“Shut up” you hiss back “You’re looking too” you mumble

“Course I am, if he wasn’t already making eyes at you, you don’t think I wouldn’t” he wiggles his eyebrows

“We aren’t making eyes…like I said we literally just met” you defend yourself whilst still stealing glances, eyes a little higher this time, melting at the way the shirt is just that little bit too tight around his biceps and shoulders, the man was perfection

“Exactly, just met and the chemistry is flying…” he whispers back, earning another nudge but that doesn’t stop him or you from continuing to chatter about it whilst you get your little cleaning cart ready

James notices the bickering, eyes flicking quickly over to you, smiling at the interaction. If he hadn’t heard your statement coming into the room, he might have read yours and Alex’s relationship differently. His pride was a bit higher now than you thought him handsome, more so that you felt the need to tell your friend about it to such a degree you had to assure Bruce he was still your favourite boy

“If you follow me, I’ll show you the security room” his attention is pulled back to Patrick, who’s moving towards the single exit door on the other side

“Course” James starts to follow but turns back to say goodbye “See you three around” he gives you, Bruce and Alex a wave, but his eyes linger on you a little longer and flashes you a smirk

As he follows Patrick out, he replays the little smile and nose scrunch that took over your features before you shied away, it was same one from earlier

“I’m glad we ran into Alex and Y/n, you’ll be working with them quite often” Patrick smiles, and James finds himself doing the same “They are based in the east wing, as will you be”

James hums, eyes tracing over all the portraits and random pieces of decor that were most likely worth more than he’d make in a lifetime, he does avert his eyes at the mounted antlers though, for some reason those always gave him the creeps

“Have they been with you long?” he makes light chit chat, returning his eyes to the man before him

“Alex has been here for about 5 years, he’s ages with you…oh sorry Linsey…on you go” Patrick starts, pushing open one of the large double doors and accidentally startling an older woman, adorned in similar clothing to yourself

James gives the women a small smile, which she returns before giving a small ‘thank you’ to Patrick for holding the door as she passes by before they do the same

“Sorry, what was I saying?” Patrick asks himself, turning back to James before his eyes light up “Oh yeah…Alex is great, you need anything go to him”

“Noted” James nods “What about the girl? Y/n” he prompts casually, trying not to seem too eager

Patrick’s smile widens “Y/n was the last person we hired for a permanent position before you, about…hell, three years ago now” he chuckles “Just down these stairs” he directs and James hums “She’s wonderful, treats everyone, especially Bruce well, beautiful too” he rambles a little and James feels just a twinge of jealousy

“Yeah?” he gives him a look, smirk playing on his lips as Patricks turns back to look at him, palm on the door

His cheeks tint, delaying walking through “I may have fancied her a fair bit in my youth” he confesses taking his hand off of the door, stepping to the side to glance back up the stairwell to check no one was there before continuing “When I was 18, we had a flurry of new maids because I well…” he scratches the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle “...you can imagine, young rich bachelor and all that”

“Course” James nods, remembering a certain friend being the same once upon a time “So why did y/n stick?” he wonders, hoping he wasn’t about to be told you and Patrick were secretly an item back in the day

“She got the job despite having no experience since they assumed she wouldn’t last. I, of course, flirted and she’d get all shy but after I tried to kiss her she…recoiled, then she gave me the sweetest and cutest rejection you’d ever seen” he chuckles, his face clear of any malice as he recalls the memory, in fact James could say the man spoke of it like it was a fond one

James joins him “Speaking of openings, I was surprised there was one going” he gently changes the subject as he had wondered why such a position would be available and on such short notice “What happened to the last one?”

Patrick cringes “As I used to have a thing for the maids, my sister has a thing for the bodyguards” he admits and James’ eyes widen

“Oh” he lets out a nervous laugh “Should I be worried?” he asks warily

“Are you going to sleep with my older sister?” Patrick crosses his arms, an amused smirk on his face

James barks a laugh “Nah, not my type” he winks causing Patrick to laugh as well

“You’ll be fine then” he presses hand to the door again “Any other sensitive questions? Ask now or…wait till we’re in another stairwell”

James laughs, thinking for a second “How does the family feel about staff dating…fellow staff members?” he asks a little untoward, hands finding his back pockets

Patricks head tilts “My sister and brother don’t approve, but my parents and myself don’t mind as long as it doesn’t create any security risks or effect the quality of your work, and you disclose it of course” he explains before smirking “The handsome stranger she mentioned when we walked in…he was you, right?”

James chuckles “Hope so, either that or there was another one gallivanting about this morning” he jests but his face soon softens “There just something…”

“...sweet about her” Patrick answers for him with a slight smile and James nods

“Yeah, something sweet”

Thank you for reading ♡

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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years ago

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Star Swap, thinking about how long it'd take before people found out.

Jotaro in Josuke's place is definitely the fastest to be found out. He does not know how to do the hair. He doesn't even know TO do the hair. Tomoko's clued into something being wrong FUCKING IMMEDIATELY and, especially given how Jotaro's going to respond to her, she's not going to let it rest till she figures it out. And then older Jotaro arrives and uhhhh yeah he's going to recognize the familiar Angst

Josuke in Jotaro's place, honestly unsure. Holly's observant, and would notice right away, but I don't know how much she'd push it, if at all, and then she gets sick, and Joseph, while super observant, hasn't seen Jotaro in a while to be able to have a baseline. I think Josuke would want to tell people, but there's so much going on that nobody can really focus on figuring it out or deciding who/how to tell.

Nobody knew Giorno well enough to tell prior to part 5. It's all down to if Joseph chooses to tell anyone. And honestly... He might. Trish especially, he might as a way of sharing his own experiences to let her know she's not alone in feeling lost and homesick and in over her head.

Giorno's going to try and hide it. Erina and Speedwagon will notice something's up, but not push enough to figure it out. And Giorno's a good actor. Maybe he'll tell Suzie or Caesar some of it eventually, but... It'd be hard for him.

Jolyne, uh. Dio figures out That's Not Jonathan immediately but it's shortly before he used the mask so he's not seen any supernatural shit yet and is supremely confused. He wouldn't know how it happened or how to respond at ALL. And George might take it as a rebellious phase or some shit, given that he's distracted by being poisoned. I could see her telling Erina once she shows up though.

Jonathan has a month at best before he's forced to tell someone. He does not know how to deal with periods in Jolyne's body. He was raised by a single father in the late 1800s. He's going to have to ask Hermes or someone for help, and probably explain why he doesn't know, and thus where/when he's from, in the process. And honestly he probably wanted to tell someone early on, but was taking a minute to settle in and try not to upset his presumed descendant's life and then he got framed and the chaos and he didn't know who to trust at first- he's glad to tell someone.

YESSSSSSSSS

Out of all the Jojo’s, Jotaro is the most fucked about keeping this secret. The morning he wakes up it doesn’t matter what he does, Tomoko is going to be on him in an instant and he has no chance whatsoever at keeping the body swap a secret. Honestly Tomoko might connect the pieces pretty quick and could even confront him in a “who are you and what have you done with my son” way within a day or two of “Josuke” acting off. On the plus side Josuke doesn’t seem to have had….. really any friends prior to Diamond so that’ll make things a bit easier at least.

Thing are DEFINITELY going to be awkward between Tomoko and Jotaro tho. He’ll explain the situation as best he can, but there isn’t much he can offer beyond theories and giving a more in depth explanation of his admittedly limited knowledge about Stands. Both are struggling to figure out What The Fuck Do We Do, but they’d probably end up working together. Admittedly things are still tense, and it only gets worse when 4taro shows up, doubly so when he learns this kid is apparently his grandfather’s bastard son.

(also I can definitely see Jotaro calling Holly at some point. He doesn’t say anything, but just hearing her voice on the other end of the receiver, hearing proof that she was still alive…… it took a weight off his shoulders)

And your thoughts are basically the same as mine when it comes to Josuke. Holly would definitely realize something was wrong, but she wouldn’t have time to tell anybody because of the Stand Sickness. There would also be an added layer to Josuke’s panic because He Can’t Fix This, and seeing her illness from a Stand would ironically remind him of his own sickness when he was a boy. At least the Crusaders have a healer now?

Joseph…… that’s a tricky one. Nobody knows him so they’d have no reason to even suspect anything. Telling Trish would be an interesting idea, but there is also the chance that he just. Never does. Parts of his story yes, mentioning the Pillarmen and his experiences possibly, implying time travel MAYBE, but he might not mention the “I might be possessing a 15 year old’s body”

For Giorno, while he’d definitely be able to get away with it on Air Supplena, Speedwagon and Erina are going to notice immediately. They might be hesitant to push in the beginning because Joseph growing that withdrawn could be seen as something having happened emotionally, but I think eventually they’d put together the pieces that this isn’t their grandson

Jolyne in Jonathan’s body……. That’s going to be pure fucking gold. She does not take ANY of Dio’s shit. Also, I really like the idea of her telling Erina. After all…… she isn’t the man Erina loves, she’s merely inhabiting his body. It would feel wrong to take advantage of her in such a way, especially because of how genuine those feelings seem to be. And Dio figuring it out himself is just 🤌

And Jonathan. Poor, poor Jonathan. Out of everyone he’s going to have easily the hardest time adjusting. And what if the thing with Hermes is just his absolute breaking point. He’s tired and confused and now he’s bleeding and everything hurts and he just wants to go home, so when Hermes asks hims what’s wrong everything just comes crashing down

And Hermes….. was not at all expecting this. Sure ‘Jolyne’ was a little weird, but she’d just chalked that up to that just being how she was, that that was just her personality. But this? Forceful time travel into a body that didn’t belong to them??? Yeah that wasn’t ANYWHERE on the list

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Xiao - Yandere Profile

Y’all big horny for yaksha boi too??? Excellent.

Remember how I said Kaeya and Diluc were like a game on hard mode? Xiao is Dark Souls on the 6th stacked difficulty of New Game Plus.

I really like Xiao on an analytical level because he's an excellent candidate for the debate some have as to the nature of selfless vs selfish love... He's a good one to analyze for that debate bc holy fuck does this man have some of the most selfish, inconsiderate love out there. He's brutal as fuck. I feel like his would be such an interesting balance of wanting returned affection and being really obsessive, yet being so uncompromising and not really at all hesitant to wreck your shit. This is the longest one I've made, too, I had a lot of thoughts lmao.

Fun fact, when I first heard his name was Xiao I assumed it would be the hanzi for "dawn" since I've seen that used in Chinese given names sometimes... Nope, I'd never seen the hanzi for his name before so I looked it up and it's like an impish demon creature lol

I had a dilemma between to go for tsunyandere or kuuyandere, but I was in a dark content mood so I kinda went kuuyandere route.

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tws: mentions of mutilation (on reader), mentions of violence and torture (on rivals), kidnapping, Xiao is very lacking in empathy and borders on sociopathic behavior (which can be triggering to some people), mentions of misogyny bc I'm just gross like that, generally dark and awful

tws (below cut): noncon, more mentions of mutilation goddammit Xiao, forced submission, also generally dark and awful

This is probably the darkest one I've written, so, that's a fair warning.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Aware, over time, and very irritated by it, really. He's above... Feeling things. He changes with time. He starts off a bit irritated, flustered even, which is something he's never really experienced before. Honestly exemplifies the "boys are mean to you because they like you" trope, he will go out of his way to be harsher and colder towards you because how dare you make him... Feel things. He'll be exceptionally harsh in how he speaks to you, even more than others. But... once he realizes it drives you away, he'll realize that he actually wants you around him.

But that's the thing - Xiao doesn't normally go out of his way to do anything to anyone, really. He's cold and a bit aggressive because he's bothered by or just doesn't really enjoy people, but if they leave him alone, he leaves them alone. You're different - he feels a weird, uncomfortable feeling in your presence, but he still wants your presence anyway. It's a lot of new sensations for him, and it's overwhelming. So many new feelings.

One, he doesn't understand why his stomach flutters when you smile at him, why chills run down his spine when you accidentally brush your hand across his. Well, he understands what it usually means for humans - but he's not human, surely, there's no way he could possibly experience that same "love" humans do, right?

Love is horrible after all - he's seen how humans obsess over it, how much tragedy it can bring to their lives, and, in particular, how much of a fool of themselves humans often make when "in love", especially the men.

He thinks he's above the human feelings, so he'll deny it to himself at first. It will likely be some kind of breaking point for him, particularly one in which you're in danger. Normally, he couldn't care less about people in danger - if someone isn't strong enough to protect themselves, they die, that's just how the world works. But he sees you shoved down, another human looming over you with murderous intent in their eyes, he sees the fear on your face and the tears streaming down and something in him snaps and bursts and gives way to the intense emotions he's tried to shove down. He'll go wild, and make quick work of the offender. And you'll thank him for saving you of course, even if the display was a bit horrifying to see.

It's not only that intense nervousness in the others presence, but an enjoyment of their presence. It's so contradictory and he hates it - he feels so nervous, so jittery around you, yet at the same time, something about your presence, your smiles, your voice is addictive to him and he needs more of it. He enjoys spending time with you - a new sensation.

Over time, as he becomes aware of how he feels, he becomes less flustered, more stone-faced and matter of fact about it. He accepts that he feels a sense of affection, now his concern is how to handle it. He just has no idea how to begin going about it. Does he just try to suppress it? Act on it? He acknowledges the possibility of rejection, what then? Of course, rejection wouldn't make him stop wanting you with him, it wouldn't even really deter him, but it would make things more difficult than if you accepted it. He spends a while contemplating, just trying to make sense of it all.

He ends up laying awake at night with you in his mind - it's pathetic, it irritates him. No human is important enough to occupy his mind. And yet, even if he tries, he can't stop. And, as much as it disgusts him, he finds himself feeling very physical sensations when thinking about you. That's the most irritating part, to him. He's always viewed humans' drive to copulate as disgusting, and really a pathetic weakness - again, he's seen the absolutely foolish things human men do and the extensive lengths they go to for just a spare crumb of sex. So the first few times he ends up getting a physical reaction to those late night thoughts, he'll try to ignore the throbbing and just go about his night, but eventually it starts to get painful. That's the point at which he decides he can't just sit around and do nothing.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Unavoidable. But not the absolute fastest. He's far too confused by his feelings at first, and doesn't understand why he has the urge to do so. He'll experiment, spending time around you, trying to figure himself out. His prideful tsundere nature comes out then -- it's not like he enjoys your presence, no. He feels something very strange about you, and one of the possibilities in his mind is that perhaps he's being drawn to you because his subconscious perceives you as an enemy, perhaps. Something in him knows that you're up to no good, so he has to follow you, maybe. Those reasons are far more likely than actually enjoying being around you, he thinks.

As he comes to understand it better and is forced to acknowledge that he feels an affection for you, he begins to feel a darker urge. One of the things that forces him to recognize said affection is how much it irritates him to see you talk to others. He rationalizes this, as it is perfectly normal for humans to feel jealousy, isn't it? ... But are humans this upset when they see their beloved talk to their own family? Is it normal? Is it a thing with just the males, and that's why he feels that way? Surely the humans don't get this upset, or else they wouldn't let their beloveds have friends and speak to others, right? He doesn't really feel guilt for the urges, but he does feel bothered by the notion of having some abnormal desire, wonder if there's something wrong with him.

Well, he starts thinking back to history, and all the things he's witnessed, and that gives him... an idea. Teyvat has been around a long time. There have been several cultures and societies that did keep lovers... restrained. Confined to a house... forbidden from speaking to others... and that idea sounds nice, he thinks. Back in those days, no one would bat an eye at his desire to keep you away from the world, right? So really, it's not abnormal or weird at all. Things just change with time, but there's nothing abnormal about him, it's perfectly normal to want to prevent you from ever speaking to anyone else ever again. Sure, those cultures never went that far, but... it's the same idea, right?

So, he decides, there's nothing wrong with him, and in that case, he doesn't have any guilt or concern for your desires to hold him back. He's another one to take a fairly barbaric route -- he'll be one to show up while you sleep, clamp a hand over your mouth, gag you and tie you up, before leaving right out your window. He'll find an isolated, quiet, well-hidden place to reside, one with an enclosed, windowless room to keep you confined.

He doesn't like it, but he's not completely lacking in understanding human psychology. He wouldn't like to be in your shoes, wouldn't like if someone did to him what he's going to do to you, so he understands why you'll be upset, he prepares for it, even. He's not a delusional. So, from the beginning, he's already planning out how to make you compliant and love him. He settles on a simple tactic: utilize what he knows to force your human nature to love him.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Once you do get kidnapped, it's pretty tight security. Kind of like Albedo, he'll take you far away from society. Again, he's not super concerned with your desire on the matter, since this is about keeping you with him, it's about his imperatives. He doesn't really want to harm you, though, so there is a slight consideration. He's stuck on a balance of wanting to keep you agreeable and obedient, but keeping you confined is most important, so he'll try to keep it a bit comfortable. He'll get you a nice bed, very soft things. He's so nice, he'll even get you leather cuffs instead of metal ones. But you will be getting restrained, and no amount of begging will get him to take them off. He'll also give you nothing to do, and probably nothing to wear. Clothes are a waste and totally unnecessary when no one but him sees you. And the boredom will make you compliant. You'll be so unbearably bored that talking to him will be like a privilege. You'll start to look forward to it. You'll bond with him. He'll be your only source of mental stimulation. He's smart enough to figure that out when he's in the planning stages of your confinement, and already has this planned out.

Because he... struggles to feel high amounts of empathy when it's about what he wants, it's doubtful he'll ever really lighten up without incentive. Sure, he could lighten up on your restraints, but why should he? Sure, it would alleviate your suffering, but it would present the slightest chance of an escape. Your comfort isn't worth the insecurity and worry he'd have throughout the day. Why would he be so foolish as to feel that it was?

Escape attempts are an ultimate transgression to Xiao. He understands your stubbornness and anger to the extent that they don't hurt him too much, but an escape attempt is one of the few things you can do that make him feel genuine hurt. You won't get away for long, he will hunt you down in no time and he will ensure you're discouraged from ever attempting that again. He's not very hesitant to be brutal. Really, he doesn't want to hurt you just for the sake of it, but he knows how powerful fear and pain are. He'll make sure you are strongly dissuaded from another attempt. If you're, miraculously, brave enough to try again, he'll have to take a step further and make sure you can't.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Don't. He's not stupid, he tells you, the moment you try anything. And you really, really, really should be trying to avoid making him mad. Honestly, if you're at this point, you'd have to be either incredibly unafraid of pain, or just crazy to try and do anything that could result in his anger. He'll shut it down almost immediately, and tell you exactly that.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He knows you need food and all that, so he'll generally get you whatever you want to make for yourself. He's got a limited list of things he's willing to eat so you'll quickly find yourself asking for the privilege of getting different foods please I'm begging you for something other than almond tofu, and he'll get you whatever you ask for, at least in that regard. He's not going to starve you or anything. But you'll find it's probably one of the only things you get much of a choice on.

If you want any relief from the harsh restraint and boredom, you have one option: succumb.

No amount of disobedience or disagreeableness will have him letting up on you. You might think you can hold out and be stubborn long enough to get him to cave, but you'd be wrong. You will crack before he does, and he knows it. He'll simply punish your disobedience, and wait out a bit more. And wait, and wait, and wait, because you won't last long. It's inevitable that you will succumb to him, start to crave him, start to be sweet and affectionate, and bond with him. At that point, maybe he'll let you walk around - hey, getting your muscles back to normal from the atrophy can be a bonding activity. And he might give you some approved tasks or books or the like. But at the first sign of a regression, the first sign of disobedience, the first sign of rejection from you, that will be gone, and you'll have to earn it back, starting back at square one.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Don't run away. Obey everything he says.

He doesn't make a rule against fighting him, really, and he doesn't need to. You'll be far too terrified of him to try, and even if you did, it would be like swatting a fly, he could disarm and incapacitate you in seconds.

And now, we get into one of the darker yanderes. Once again, Xiao doesn't really get emotions too well, and doesn’t understand his own all that much. His brain thinks in actions and results. If you're trying to run away, he'll simply have to make it so that you can't... ever again. He is one of the most likely yanderes to be open to truly, permanently incapacitating you to a severe degree to keep you with him. He understands why you're upset, but surely you knew the consequences, right? You tried to run away, it only makes sense that he would do something like this, you should understand that, even if you don't like it. You're foolish to try and talk him out of it, what, do you think he's going to be persuaded by you crying? If you were that opposed to it, you shouldn't have tried to run. Really, he doesn't understand why you humans do things as if there's no consequences.

Xiao... doesn't feel guilt. When it's something unintentional, something he didn't mean to do, he can, but when it's about what he wants? There's none, really. He usually goes on what works best for him, and for the most part, that's keeping you happy. But when your happiness goes against keeping you with him, his imperative takes priority. You'll get over it eventually, and he'll help you. He can carry you wherever you need to go, you don't need to walk.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Eek.

Yeah it won't be pretty. He gets mad about rivals, and he perceives everyone as one. He's another one that doesn't really distinguish between romantic rivals and rivals for attention - your family and friends are just as much of a problem as any love interests, because you smile at them, you pay attention to them, you like them, and just that knowledge makes an unbearable rage boil inside him.

He's desensitized to violence, and doesn't really understand how it affects normal people - he won't think of how it might affect you to see it, so slaughtering people in front of you comes naturally to him. He's actually one of the ones who might get angry enough to make it slow, making sure they know what they did wrong, even if that consisted of simply being a stranger who smiled at you. If you react negatively, he won't really understand. He has some, but doesn't possess a lot of empathy. He'll chalk it up to you being a hysterical, emotional human with your incapacitating aversion to violence. He's glad he doesn't have such a strong aversion. Would make his job rather difficult.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He's pretty easily set off. He gets frustrated because he thinks you're being unnecessarily difficult, and frankly he's very used to getting his way with things immediately. In his life, most of the things he wants are either given to him very easily, or are easily obtainable with a simple exertion of violence. Usually he can just, well, kill and slaughter and maim his way to any result he desires. This is one of the first issues he's dealt with that violence won't solve. Well... maybe not the extent he's used to. But nonetheless, perhaps a bit of controlled violence can solve his problems, at least to an extent.

His anger is, as you can imagine, terrifying. Sure, he'll reassure you that he won't kill you, but you can't get out of your head the images of the things you've seen him do by that point, the people you've undoubtedly seen die and suffer at his hands. He snarls and speaks in a deep, booming voice when he's at his angriest, and it's enough to make you panic. If he's angry enough, he knows he can't be around you, because he fears hurting you further than he means to, so he'll likely leave. If it's enough that he feels he can control it, though, it's not pretty. He's one to hold something in his hands and squeeze it to alleviate anger so hard it breaks. Just hope that doesn't happen to be your hand, arm, shoulder, or any other part of your person.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

He doesn't... really care? I'm tempted to say far below, but really, the whole concept of relative value of humans and status and the like holds no meaning to him. He thinks it's foolish and pointless to even ponder such things.

As for his superiority in certain things, it's different. He's smarter than you. He's stronger than you. He's faster, he's more perceptive, he's more capable, he's wiser, he's more skilled. These things are just facts, they are the undeniable reality, he thinks. However, he doesn't really assign these things as having any ties to the relative value of an individual, and in his mind, humans don't really, either. Didn't they prioritize the lives of children? Children are far lesser in every way, but humans treat them as most important, even if they rightfully see them as inferior in every way. So it's the same with him, he thinks. In every field, you're inferior, but that doesn't really matter, worth and relative position are worthless human ideas.

As for treatment, however, he treats you as lower, which is all that really matters. He wants obedience and submission, and he'll get it, no matter what extent he has to go to.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's in the middle - one of the ones that would LIKE for you to love them, but in the end, even if they feel like you never will, they still want you anyway. He'll never stop trying, though.

He's got a lot of pride and wouldn't resort to groveling and desperately trying the way some would. Like a few others, he kinda automatically feels like he deserves the things he wants, including your love. But his unfamiliarity with human emotions leads him to be a little confused and unable to read you. He knows humans play "hard to get," and may assume that's what you're doing. And he recognizes that by kidnapping you, he is removing you from your friends and family, so he concludes that you're only mean to him because you're mad. And anger settles down with time, right? He also knows that, even if humans don't like someone, if they're forced to spend time around them, they'll form a bond. So what he concludes is that simply time is needed. Time to let anger simmer down, time to forget about those others, time to inevitably come to depend on him.

With his experimentation, what he discovers is that even if you aren't affectionate, he is still happier with your presence than without. So he'll keep you no matter what, he decides. You'll come around eventually. And gradually, even if it's ever so slow, you will. You will, no matter how hard you may fight it, the effects of such isolation are ultimately inevitable.

Some yanderes might be upset by the notion that they have to mentally deteriorate their darling to obtain love - they want you to love them "organically" and feel like love born from mindbreak and isolation isn't "real." You might think he'd be like that, due to his tendency to be prideful, but he's actually not. Xiao doesn't understand emotions well enough to distinguish little differences like that. Sure he had to use a strategy, but it's still love, isn't it? It's the same thing, so why should how it came about matter? It took a little bit of extra work, is all. And although he won't say so, he thinks you're worth it.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Is somewhat reluctant to confess to you and may try to come up with some other reason as to why he did it, but it's kinda obvious when he's so concerned about you, so blushy and flustered in the beginning and the way he runs his hands through your hair when he thinks you're asleep. But yeah, initially he might try to think up some way to explain why your kidnapping is for some other weird complex reason he made up, and not just because he really REALLY wants you all to himself.

He's also very matter-of-fact about things. He says things with a straight face, no matter how horrifying, sweet, or inappropriate they may be. Doesn't matter if he's finally confessing his love, talking about how he wants to keep you locked away forever, or threatening to break your legs, it'll all generally be carried with the same facial expression and tone of voice. The only difference is the eye contact and slight blush if it's one of the former.

You may be able to catch moments of vulnerability, especially late-stage, months into your new life. If you've been highly affectionate, and he trusts you, he might seek some reassurance every now and then, in a soft, quiet voice, for a few precious moments of gentleness that don't come very often.

As aforementioned, Xiao has little to no sense of empathy nor guilt when it comes to obtaining the things he desires. What he does feel is wanting you to be happy... because it makes him feel good inside. In a way, you could say his love is incredibly selfish, because it's entirely about his happiness when it comes down to it. Normally, seeing you happy makes him happy, so your imperatives line up. And he's willing to maybe change some things to make you happier -- ok, fine, sure, he won't torture them to death, he'll just kill them. But he has limits to how much he'll compromise for you. Ultimately, when your imperatives don't align with his, he won't even consider yours for a mere moment. His brain just can't really consider anything but acting for his own desires. When he gets mad at people for hurting you, it's because it's an insult to him. It's part of why he's one that will settle for having you - ultimately, what he wants matters more than your happiness... but that's because he wants you, and loves you so, so much, you know? Don't think it's not love, though. It's incredibly selfish, self-serving, and inconsiderate, but it's hard to say it's not love.

Somewhat relating to the above, he realizes pretty quickly you're likely afraid of him, especially after what you've undoubtedly witnessed by that point. He doesn't want that, really. He wants a healthy level of fear, just enough to avoid running away, but he doesn't like seeing you cry and tremble because you're so afraid of his brutality. He doesn't help, though, because he thinks you fear death, and death alone, and in his lack of understanding, he will go through a very specific list of exactly what he will do, which frankly would only serve to make things worse.

"It's alright... I won't kill you, you know. You're foolish if you don't understand the difference... They only died because they wanted to take you away from me. You're the reason they died, so, I wouldn't kill you... I've already decided what to do at certain points. If you try to run away once or twice, I'll just break your legs, and if you try a third time, I can just take your legs off. That should prevent any further attempts, so I have no reason to kill you. So you shouldn't be so upset... don't look so afraid all the time. What? No, I don't mean your whole legs... just at the feet. Why are you still crying? I can just take off one if it's that upsetting... It's only if you run away."

You should probably know that he doesn't make empty promises, either.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Boy has no idea what to do. He's only ever jerked off and always feels disgusted when he does, he only has anatomical knowledge of female bodies from medical diagrams he's seen once or twice. Not that he'll tell you that. But you'll know, I mean, once he forces your legs open he's just staring in both awe and confusion, probably just sits there for a moment slightly flustered because?? Where's he supposed to put it in?? How does he do this? He'll figure it out, but it might take a few rough thrusts of him just rutting against you.

Drive goes from non existent to highish, he's got what you call a reactive sexuality. Really, he used to just jerk off only to relieve the buildup, because he found it gross whenever it would happen in his sleep. Reactive sexualities are when a person doesn't have a super high drive on their own, but will react to stimuli from persons or sights around them, and will get significantly higher when around someone they love. Before, he never had anything to react to, so he rarely got horny, but now? He has you. And you... Trigger some reactions.

And that being said, he's so unfamiliar with horniness and sex that it's constantly an exploration process for him too. He'll spend some time just... learning. Touching here and there, figuring out what makes your breath hitch and toes curl. It's a fascinating thing to him, really.

He doesn't talk about it much, nor during, he just kind of... acts. You don't get much of a verbal warning, he'll just kind of pick you up and move you around to however he wants.

Pretty decently sized, but isn't aware of it. He hasn't had the opportunity to be around too many other people to know. If you try to tell him it's too big for you, he'll just be incredibly confused, isn't your body literally made to be able to do this? He's actually not going to get particularly smug or anything, he just sees it as an irritation that you're so reluctant and try to fight because of it, but he does like watching you convulse and squirm once he's already in you.

He's actually not that much of a sadist, so much as he likes power. Pain is par for the course, it's a part of every aspect of life and he's essentially desensitized to it. But power and control, now that does something for him.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Not particularly concerned with it. Once again, he's decided to utilize what he knows to maximize your acceptance and love. He knows that orgasms release a bunch of feel-good chemicals, that they cause bonding, that they make you more complacent, and, for the sake of submission, that it'll humiliate you and make you unable to really defy him, as he can hold it over your head, and with time you'll accept him. Over time, he knows, you'll come to crave any physical touch you can get. And while he's more than willing to hold you and sleep curled up with you, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't his favorite and preferred form of physical affection.

Besides, he's been fighting off the urges for forever at this point, he's not going to wait around. Pretty much will be ready to do it as soon as you wake up, and you'll probably already be bound up and lacking any clothes by the time you do. He's not very hesitant. It's yet another case of wanting what he wants and getting what he wants. He's one that will bound you up pretty heavily, hands tied above your head, legs pulled back and tied to the headboard, so it's not like you can do much against it anyway. He understands your hesitancy, be it out of anger or fear, but he's also hard and fast enough that you can't really form a lot of words, so it's not too discouraging.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He's not really familiar with any at first, and he has to experiment around. You would think normally an inexperienced boy would want the female to take the lead, but noooo, he's way too proud for that.

Oral fixation

The most shameful one to him. It's disgusting, he thinks, it's unnatural, it goes against the very purpose of sex to procreate, but he knows it exists, he's heard of how it goes and God when you talk and smile he desperately wants to see your mouth wrapped around his dick. When you're laying under him he just has an uncontrollable urge to just buy his face between your legs and lick at everything he can, and eventually he'll cave to both of those urges. The latter will be very unprompted and unanticipated, probably you're not even getting it on at the moment - something like you're sleeping, you're just laying there, your legs open a bit and he just rips off whatever you have on and stuffs his head between your legs - he's not skilled by any means, but works with such an intensity and speed that you'll cum on his face anyway.

If he's mad, he can get rough with the former. Hearing you gag and choke, watching the tears run down your face helps satisfy his anger quite a bit. Unfortunately for you, he can last quite a while, and will grab your hair and force your face down, or really, he's one to lay you on the edge of a bed on your back and really fuck your throat out. And he won't let you spit it out either -- he'll hold your mouth shut with his hands and force you to swallow every little bit.

Finger-fucking

He was once told the trick of putting your fingers inside and curling them, and that's an easy instruction to follow. He'll try it out, and once he watches how it makes you gasp and whimper, he'll get addicted to it, moving his fingers harsh and fast. He likes it because he's not too distracted by his own physical sensations, other than the throbbing hard-on, and can really take in your faces, noises, and really watch you come undone. As an added bonus, he's definitely not going to just leave it at that, no, and he discovers very quickly you're particularly sensitive immediately after one orgasm, reacting with extra loud squeals and harsh clenching when he presses against your extremely sensitive insides. And he likes that quite a bit.

D/S dynamic / bondage

It helps him restore his damaged pride from his embarrassment over the fact that he even has sexual urges in the first place. He deserves to be worshipped, he deserves to have you on your knees in front of him. In particular, he loves to give you commands, see you follow through with them. It's empowering. It's reassuring. Probably the type to want to be called master. He feels its appropriate. And he'd definitely be one to make it an all-the-time, 24/7 sort of dynamic too. He can be gentle about it, too, and will reward you for being well-behaved. The dynamic, the rewards, the praise, all makes you all the more slowly, but surely, succumbing to him, giving in, and finally accepting him.

Tying you up prevents you from moving around too much, and that's the initial reason for it, but he realizes very very quickly that something about seeing you that way is very, very pleasing to him. It gives him a sense of power and control in addition to what he already has established. It also helps alleviate a bit of his nervousness surrounding the whole thing. When you're all tied up, probably blindfolded too, he can just run his hands up and down, stare at your body, figure out what's where and see everything without you squirming around.

Masturbation instruction/voyeurism

Something about just watching you touch yourself drives him up the wall with horniness. It also helps give him an idea of what the fuck he’s supposed to do (again, not that he’ll tell you that). But more importantly, it’s yet another control thing. He won’t just let you go at it, no, he’ll be very specific with his instructions, and expects you to follow them perfectly. He’ll make you edge yourself and even overstimulate yourself, demanding you keep going even after you cum, and even if you can’t, he’ll just swat your hand aside and do it himself.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's... Not sure if it's even possible? If so, the whole idea makes him feel a bit odd. Small little beings, ones that look like him, ones that share his blood? The whole concept is so strange. He'd probably want to find out if such a thing is even possible, considering your differences, but he would likely be somewhat opposed to it, as it feels weird to him. He would become more accustomed to the idea with time, though. And one thing he neglects to remember, even if he knows, is that you have to pull out to avoid that, and he definitely doesn't.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Overstimulation is a go-to, as is forced orgasms. Tying back to his finger-fucking tendencies, he learns how sensitive orgasms make you, and how torturous it can be. Even if he can't keep going, after he fucks you a few times, he can still go with his mouth, fingers, over and over and over again, until you're sobbing and begging from the overstimulation. He thinks there's something weirdly beautiful about how something can bring you so much pleasure and pain, be so good yet so unbearable. Seeing you cry while you convulse, hiss from the pain when you're so sensitive that even the lightest touches are painful. Just watching it gives him an electrifying feeling. As a bonus, it will just make you more bonded, the overload of the positive chemicals in your body will bind you to the very person inflicting such a torture on your body. How ironic.

He'd be one for impact pain too, potentially with his hands, but he's one that's more likely to invest in something like a riding crop, or just a belt. He likes the fear of it, too, seeing how you wince and whimper just by hearing it crack before he even does anything to you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Hips and thighs. He likes grabbing, pulling you back onto him. Running his hands over them. He likes that when he's rough enough, his hands leave bruises on them. It's really pretty to him, and just an ever so blatant reminder of your place... to him, and, he knows, to you.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere xiao #tw: non/con #tw: dark content #tw: misogyny

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xo-alie-xo · 4 years ago

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PORTWELL LONG GAME OR RINA SLOWBURN.

You can only choose one poison.🍷

Listen up my Wildcats.🐱

We all ship each character with happiness. No matter how much you love to hate them, a majority of us simply adores the characters and want the best for them. Then comes relationships and it's okay to ship our favorites.⛴

I'm a diehard Rina shipper and I know in my heart that they are series endgame. The set up, the natural chemistry, their mutual understanding, the surprises and angst literally put me on chokehold. So I'm 100% a Rina shipper till the end. I'm here for the slowburn and their development rather than one shots. They are worth the pain. 😭❤

Let me start with Ricky Bowen now.

Ricky shouldn't to be with Gina because he's hurting her mentality. He's not insensitive on purpose. Like when he tried to stop Big Red from telling her his message to Nina because he KNOWS it'll hurt her.

If you think, that Ricky didn't understand clearly when Gina confessed, think again. He shushed her. Kept their thing a secret from everyone. He knows he feels some type of way and she feels something too. But this boy is so used to safeguarding his childhood norms and has very little adaptability. Hence, he pretended to ignore everything between them because his home stability was falling apart and he clinged on to Nina, his constant childhood love.

He's a traumatised 16-17 year old boy that needs to heal and grow. This episode was heartbreaking because he had to accept that he had to let Nina go because their once upon a time fairytale had become toxic.

People change. I'm not the same person I was when I was 16 lmao. Being together as childhood lovers means growing together and accepting each other's growth. Which Ricky couldn't. He clutched to the idea of Nini. Even his love confession. It was sooo sweet but all he did was focus on their history.

This boy needs time to heal and maybe seek professional therapy. It would be so DAMN HISTORIC if Disney decides to take psychological issues seriously and show how he's dealing with his anxiety, pills and psychotherapy. He needs to breathe before he can be with any girl for that matter. He's hurting and isn't trying to hurt anyone on purpose. Including Gina.

Him asking her for advice on Nini was a dumb, insensitive move. But he's trying to find a way to build some supportive friendship that they shared in early season one.

As for now, this boy needs to get his own grip on life and heal.

As for our Queen Gina

In Gina's confession, she focuses on their future. She basically said, "I wouldn't quit on a possible future of us being together despite obstacles. Because I never quit. But moving away isn't in my control." Ricky deep down knows this, encouraged her to say it, teary eyed, despite right after getting back together with Nini. Gina is his future. She went to his new house. And I also have this feeling that when she was given a chance to stay, she stayed partly because of Ricky. She left a chance to be with her mom because she prioritised their relationship. Because she never quits. 💪🏼

But she came back and found out Ricky has gotten back together with Nini.😭 What she doesn't know is Ricky got together with Nina before her confession, and after Gina kept dodging his messages. She's hurt and questions why she returned because she isn't particularly close to anyone. Hence, she was so silent at the after party. She thinks it'll be fine, "she'll live", and finds other reasons to find permanence. Her arc this season has been settling down in East High, despite the pain of losing and being 'betrayed' by Ricky, she finds other reasons to stay. 🏡

This kind of contrasts her with Nina. Nina left her dream school and came to Salt Lake because she missed her established home, and not just because of Ricky. Nina returned and was loved and embraced by Ricky Bowen.💕 Gina came back to a semi new place called Salt Lake because of her promise of a future to Ricky. But she got stabbed and she bled. 💔🗡

Think about her situation. She feels confused, alone, heartbroken, out of place and seperated from her mom. She's broken and hurting too. And she doesn't need more from Ricky's accidental or intentional 'sick burns'. That's the one line where he was such a jerk and I can't defend him here. 😠

Here comes the Caswells.

Her second family. A place of healthy stability. A home that accepted her. Ashlyn, her roomie and her confidante. EJ, the misunderstood boy who saw her value and bought her plane ticket.

Let's get to EJ.

At first, I wasn't too keen on seeing Portwell's development. But then that video chat where they talk about the possibility of her staying and him convincing her. Had me sold for a solid brother-sister relationship. Few episodes later, when Gina's pain seemed to be oblivious to everyone, he was the only one who asked her how she was, and saw her glow. The comfort she must've felt.

Not that she needs a man's validation, but she must be feeling like a second choice and feeling a little insecure because of Ricky. But EJ lifts her up and I genuinely saw her smile. This boy has her back whenever. The man she can lean on and truly sees how special she is. She no longer feels alone now that she has his entire fam and other friends. She genuinely feels a place of belonging and happiness when she's the apple of his eye. Notice how happy she is? How happy this boy is? She's going through her own issues and she has found ground with EJ.

I was very doubtful when they started hinting at a romantic direction. Because EJ would be used as plot device again for a girl to get to Ricky.😤 This man doesn't deserve to be second best to anyone, just like Gina.😑 That's why I'm still hesitant on shipping them at least temporarily. EJ needs to be something even more special to Gina. They need to show each other how special and treasured they are to each other despite feeling like rejects. They are each other's source of comfort.

I'm sure they can keep EJ at East High for the next season. Whether it's the drama club, or the AV club or going to a local college. So he will be there for Gina. I don't know how they can work out a relationship with much distance as Rini's fell out when she moved away. So, if EJ leaves again, it'll again shake up Gina. Her being worried whether he'll date college girls, second thoughts, etc. I don't want them to go through that. And if they do move on to romantic Portwell, make sure it's not plot device for Rina. So you can either have Portwell endgame or Rina Endgame.

Basically I want Gina to be treated so right that she understands she doesn't need Ricky. And when he does ask her out, and he makes her feel like a second choice or a rebound, she says NO. Because EJ has helped regain her self assurance. Eventually I want Gina to confide in EJ about her and Ricky. EJ is jealous but also angry about how Ricky has been hurting her. And becomes damn protective of his 'babe'. Ricky gets jealous of their relationship, restarting Ricky and EJ's old rivalry. But this time, it's not because Gina is his girlfriend, but because she's EJ's best friend who he has a crush on and wants what's best for her.

If it's meant to be Rina endgame

EJ- RICKY, YOU IDIOT! You have no clue how to treat her right. You don't put her first. You mislead her. Get the hell away from her! She's too powerful and beautiful, she doesn't deserve your scraps. I know how she feels for you. I wish I were you. I would treat her like a queen. I don't mind even waiting years till she's ready. She deserves that. You're so lucky you have even a small chance that I may never have. So get your act together, prove you're worth it to win her over. All I want is for her to be happy. Even if it's with someone else. And maybe then I'll stop threatening you to stay away from her.😠

Ricky- .....I don't know what I'm more scared of. Change, or losing the girl I fell for or YOU. Okay, losing her but you're a close second.😬

If it's Portwell endgame.

Ricky- I messed up. Make sure you don't mess up with her. You'll regret it forever.

EJ- I'd rather get hit by thousand basketballs than ever hurt her. I'll be her plus one and her best friend until she's ready to be with me. I know she's ready now too. But I want her to know I'm willing to wait till she graduates before we make it official. I'm in it for the long game.

As for their age gap. I'm 100% sure Portwell won't kiss this season. If they do, it'll be next when Sofia turns 18. They are professional actors who are cast because they are the perfect fit for the role and are expected to carry out the storyline. But I suppose fearing some outbursts, they might delay Sofia kissing anyone till next season. It's so weird because Olivia was maybe 17 when Matt was 21-22 when they kissed in season one. But no one had a problem with that. But for this, they do. Remember, they are professional actors. They are acting! Sometimes, actors are over 10 years apart (but above 18) and act as romantic partners.

As for their characters, they are only two years apart. That's hardly any difference once you're over the age of 18. Age of consent is 16. But adults above 18 are only allowed to have sex with adults above 18. So, age isn't a problem here because EJ is a gentleman and is genuinely interested in her and isn't trying to get in her pants. So age isn't the issue when it comes to dating. It's the maturity. Gina is very mature and gives very sound advice. But I can see EJ being patient enough till she turns 18 just to kiss her because he loves her. 😚

As for the Ashlyn remark, "You look like a kid to me rn". He was JOKING.😂 Don't take things out of context. I tell my cousin sister that all the time. But she's three years younger than me and a grown adult. I don't see her as a kid but it's just a cousin teasing her younger cousin that's she's a little immature. I'm Matt's age and I'm very mature for my age and since I was a teenager, I always matched up with boys a little older than me. Now that I'm in my early 20s, I've dated boys even close to 30. So age is just a number.

EJ dating Gina and giving her quick kisses is fine. But to have a strong sexual element in their relationship (including making out), he'll have to wait till she's 18+. And I'm sure for that he'll wait till she's ready even past her early 20s. Age is really just a number and we can't help who we fall in love with. Trust me, I've been there.😂 So I can see EJ feeling conflicted about his feelings that are clear at this point.

They might not be a perfect fit, but they make each other sooo happy. They deserve a lot more than a short lived fling.😟 They are either endgame or Rina is. You can't have both as a Rina unless you're an EJ hater who wants him to exist as plot device. Nope! He's sooo much more precious than that.

But Jack on the other hand....I'm okay if he's the one to make Ricky or EJ jealous. Because he's just been introduced and it's okay if a character is used, but only once, for someone else to realize their feelings. 💁🏽‍♀️

In short.

Ricky needs help and needs to be on his own. No girlfriends allowed.🙅🏽‍♀️🚫

Needs to give both Gina and Nina space for them to grow on their own too.🌳

Ricky needs to understand the core of his problems and become more adaptable via therapy. Maybe the psychologist will point out his unresolved feelings for Gina, or he will conclude it himself. And in comes Ricky-pining-for-Gina season three.

Ricky needs to fully get over Nina before he moves on to anyone. Same for Gina if Portwell were to happen. No one deserves to be second choice.

Gina isn't Ricky's cushion. She's a living person with strong feelings for him and shouldn't be subjected to share his pain. She already struggles with her own issues.

Ricky needs to stay single till he wins back Gina and prove he's worth it. He needs to show even if another girl wants him, he'll never quit on Gina ever again. Even if he has to watch her be with someone else. *cough parallels*.

It's either romantic Rina then Portwell endgame OR Portwell flirty besties but Rina endgame. You and I can choose only one because my boy EJ shouldn't be used as plot device for a girl to leave for Ricky ever again.

Portwell's age difference can be practically solved and isn't much of an issue unless they get hot and heavy before Gina turns 18 which is impossible considering this is Disney. 🤣🤣

Jack and Gina will be plot device material and purely so sentimental to us OG Andi Mack fans. More than any ship, this is what I'm looking for. Sort of an Andi Mack crack ship for season 3a. It's gonna be soooo funny. 😍😂

I respect everyone's ship. I see what you're seeing. And I'm not going to invalidate your ship. But unless it's done right, I won't jump from the Rina ship. I liked Rini. I like Portwell. I like AU Juffy crackship haha.😂 But as for me, I'm still holding on to Rina slowburn.

Preparing myself for the pain. 😭🔥

(But if I had to pair two characters without Disney getting in the way, it would be Gini. The power duo. Undeniable chemistry. They can be written so well because of their layered relationship and contrasting personalities.🤩 The classic rivals to friends to lovers. But that's a talk for another day lmao.)

Thanks for reading my opinion, Wildcat!🐱❤

#hsmtmts #gina x ricky #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina #portwell #ej caswell #jack hsmtmts #juffy #jonah beck #andi mack

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thefactsofthematter · 3 years ago

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break up sprace!

ohohoho it’s time! this ask has been in my inbox for like a year, but i went digging for inspiration, and here we are.

here’s an ao3 link if that’s your style, but this one’s pretty short, so the full fic is under the cut here. it’s about 3k words, modern au, and heavily inspired by a certain song by miss taylor swift ;) swifties let me know if you pick up what it is!

tw: breakup (obviously, given the prompt), and a short scene that depicts a manic episode and psychosis - not things i’ve ever experienced, so they’re not explored in too much detail, but they are part of the plot here. a character has schizoaffective disorder and i’ve tried to write it as truthfully and respectfully as possible.

all that being said, please enjoy!!!

Anthony Higgins isn't sure why he came to the train station.

He's not going anywhere just yet, and he and Sean aren't technically together anymore, so it's weird that he's here. It would have been weirder, he thinks, to have said goodbye at the hotel, or to have gone to bed and let Sean sneak out silently. Coming along here was the least he could do, after singlehandedly ruining the trip.

"At least it'll be quiet," he offers, finally cutting through the awkward silence in their little corner of the platform. "It was so busy on the way here. Seems like the night train will be emptier. That might be nice."

Sean shrugs. His breath is visible in the cold, midnight air.

"I guess. I'm not sure which is worse, honestly— being caught up in a crowd, or surrounded by people trying to sleep. Both are, like... isolating, y'know?"

Anthony nods. If Sean had much of a way with words, it might be poetic. He doesn't, though, so it's just as perfectly blunt as ever. That's what Anthony loved about him at first— his incessant ability to say things exactly as he sees them.

The silence returns, both of them looking up at the clock at the same time to see that the train should be here any minute. Sean will leave, Anthony will stick around a few more days— he's here for work, collaborating with some PhD researchers from a different university, but Sean had surprised him by getting the time off to come along and make a little holiday out of it. What a lovely time they've ended up having.

"I'm sorry," Anthony finds himself saying, after a moment. When the train comes, they'll truly be over, and he'll lose his chance to say anything. "I really, really am. I'll miss you so much."

Sean just nods. Maybe he's thinking of something to say, or maybe he's run out of words somehow, but they're pressed for time so Anthony barrels on.

"You'll find someone who can love you the way you deserve, and you'll be so much happier. I-"

"Stop." Sean cuts him off. He sighs and pinches-slash-rubs the bridge of his nose, in that way that he does when he's stressed. "I'm gonna hear enough of that from everyone at home. Just... just leave it, okay? We didn't work out. That's fine. You don't have to pacify me."

Anthony swallows whatever else he was going to say.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Sean takes a deep breath.

"Maybe you should just go. You have work in the morning. You don't have to wait with me."

It's a gentle rejection, but it hurts nonetheless.

He supposes it can't hurt nearly as much as how he'd rejected Sean hours earlier tonight: after his big romantic speech, down on one knee, Anthony had simply stared at him with no idea how to say no to that big, life-changing question. His silence had spoken for itself, and one knee had turned to two, with Sean literally begging him to think about the wonderful life they could make for themselves together, and how marriage wouldn't even have to change that much about their relationship but it would be so special to him as a milestone, and—

Anthony had been planning to break up with him already, and their very different ideas of what they wanted their future to look like had cemented it. If they were to live out Sean's dream of settling down away from the city and eventually adopting kids, Anthony wouldn't be happy. If they kept living life at Anthony's pace— fast, hectic, and always one commitment too busy— Sean wouldn't be happy. There was no way to square that circle without someone getting hurt, and with their thirties slowly and steadily encroaching on them, it was time to call it quits.

He'd slowly shaken his head, unable to find words, and he's quite sure he'd watched the very moment Sean's heart shattered— as if it was made of glass, and Anthony had so carelessly dropped it.

They were in a park, going for a walk after having an early dinner, and there were a few people around, watching from a distance. It was humiliating, knowing he probably looked like a downright villain, being so cold as to turn down the sweetest declaration of love. If he would've said yes, there probably would've been applause— maybe the curious onlooker working at the ice cream stand would've even given them a congratulatory treat. They'd be celebrating right now, not waiting here for the train that Sean had booked as soon as they got back to the hotel, grabbing a last-minute ticket to get home (and away from his not-fiancé) as quickly as possible.

As much as this hurts right now, Anthony sincerely hopes he's saved them both some pain in the long run. A failed marriage would end up far more complicated and difficult than a failed proposal, so it's better that they ended things before they got in too deep.

"You're right," he sighs. "I'll go. Have a safe trip home, okay?"

Sean smiles, and it might be a little forced, but he's not one to fake his emotions. He tells it like it is, so he really must be feeling the bittersweetness of all this. They might not be staying in a relationship, but they'll still care about each other as time goes on. They're thoroughly intertwined in each other's lives, after seven years of dating and a wonderful friendship established before that, and there's enough understanding between them that they'll probably still be friends for a very long time.

"I'll try." He pauses, and they both look down the tracks as the train becomes audible. It must be close. "Take care of yourself, Racer."

Anthony had been pretty confident he wasn't going to cry tonight, but that old nickname is enough to get a lump to form in his throat. Sean is one of the only people who still uses it, the ridiculous name he'd gone by in college.

There's a million reasons Anthony hates being called by his first name— Sean knows them all at this point— and he hates it even more when it's shortened to Tony, or worse, Ant. He goes by his middle name, Elliot, at work these days, and he's fine with colleagues calling him Eli, but he's not sure if it truly fits. The stupid college nickname is the only one that feels like coming home, like he really does know who he is, and the fact that Sean gave it to him is a big part of that.

He's got nothing more to say, so he smiles back at Sean, waves curtly, and leaves. He hears the train pull up behind him, but he doesn't look back.

Maybe he'll go crack the fancy bottle of Dom Perignon champagne that's sitting uselessly in their hotel room—meant to be popped in celebration, a preemptive engagement gift from Sean's siblings— and drink his problems away.

"Apparently this building used to be an asylum. Spooky."

Spot has stopped to read a sign as they carry boxes into Race's new dorm— graduate housing at a new school, for him to start working on his master's degree in just a few days.

"Fitting," Race chuckles, with a roll of his eyes. "It must be made for me, then."

Spot laughs at that, loud and bright, like he hadn't been expecting the dryly-delivered joke. It's a fresh wound of sorts, Race's stint as a psychiatric inpatient less than a year ago, but one they're both able to laugh about now. One of the best ways Race has found to keep pushing forward is to avoid taking himself too seriously— it's easier to joke about things like this than it is to dwell on them.

"Do you think your roommate will be here yet?" Spot asks, done with the sign and continuing down the hallway.

"Maybe." Race pauses. "I think I'll introduce myself as Elliot. You're sure it's not weird to just start using my middle name all of a sudden?"

"Lots of people do it," Spot replies. "You've got a middle name for a reason, so if you like it better, why not use it? And besides, you're starting a new chapter with new people, so this is the best time to make the switch. If you realize you don't like it, we can brainstorm something else."

He's going to miss Spot's constant reassuring presence— though he'll only be a little over an hour away, going to nursing school in another city. He had a big moment of realization after finishing his finance degree last year, that while the world of business and office jobs and stocks was somewhere he'd probably thrive professionally, he didn't actually have any passion for it. He was terrified of getting trapped in a job that made him dread going to work, so he finally took the leap of faith to follow the part of him that loves helping people more than anything. He's going to be an amazing nurse, Race can already tell.

"Elliot," Race repeats to himself, feeling how it rolls off his tongue, and finding himself wearing a tentative smile. "I think it'll work."

"Do you want me to start calling you that too?" Spot asks. They stop outside the door with Race's room number on it. "It'll take some getting used to, but I can do it. Do you like Eli for short at all?"

Race shrugs, balancing a box of clothes on his hip while fishing in his pocket for his key card.

"I think Eli would be alright, but I don't mind you calling me Race. It was a college nickname, and we met in college, so that makes sense." He pauses, finally unlocking the door to reveal the empty room. "I guess I'm still technically in college now, but you know what I mean. Grad school is its own thing."

They walk in and set the boxes down on one of the beds— Race claims the left side of the room, as the first one here.

"I get it. I think I'll start just being Sean at school. I like going by Spot, but only with you and my family."

"You used to hate it," Race teases. "What changed?"

Spot, in all of his sappiness, takes a couple steps closer to wrap his arms around Race's waist, slipping under the fabric of the unbuttoned flannel overshirt that almost definitely belongs to him. Race, while taller, is much slighter than Spot, so the way they carry their weight so differently evens out and they can usually fit into each other's shirts just fine.

"You. I didn't like it much when Jack started calling me it, because he was picking on me for my freckles, but you thought it was cute, and it was always so sweet when you were saying it. It grew on me."

He rests his head on Race's chest for a moment, while Race hugs him back and squeezes tight.

"Jack's just mean," he chuckles. They both know Jack can be a lot, especially when he's teasing Spot in the way that all big brothers do, but he's always got good intentions and never pushes too far. If Spot had really been hurt by the nickname, he would've given it up immediately. "I love all your little spots. You're so pretty."

Spot hums contently.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Race's first manic episode happens in the last semester of his senior year of undergrad.

He's working on an honours thesis, trying to get his physics research published, so at first the sudden burst of energy just feels helpful. He sleeps less, eats less, works harder, and finds himself in a better mood than usual. His friends notice, say he seems less stressed out, offer to go out more in the evenings, and he always says yes. For several weeks, he spends, drinks, and parties more than he should, but he justifies it with the thought that he's almost out of college, so he needs to live now at risk of growing old and boring.

One night, he pops a molly and a xan, does a line or two of coke off a bathroom counter in some random nightclub, and ends up stumbling home to Spot, who has apparently been calling him for hours. It's a Tuesday, and he's got class in the morning. He's got homework due. Race wants to have sex, but Spot turns him down, and Race ends up so angry that he storms out and goes to the 24-hour campus library to finish his homework, still drunk and high. He doesn't sleep until the next night, and at some point in the day in between, he spends a hundred and eighty dollars on a fancy cologne as an apology gift for Spot (which he forgets to give him) and plans for a weekend trip to Florida because he's got the urge to go to the beach.

In the morning, Spot finds him on the floor of the shower, screaming and scratching his legs raw because he's sure there's bugs crawling on him, under his skin.

"They're eating me," he gasps, while Spot tries desperately to hold him still and calm him down. "I have to get them out! Don't fucking touch me, they'll get all over you too!"

"Okay. Help is coming, Racer," Spot breathes, panicked but somehow holding it together. "I called an ambulance. They're gonna come deal with the bugs for you, okay? You're gonna be alright, but you have to stop scratching. You're making yourself bleed."

Obviously, the ambulance isn't coming for the bugs— it's coming because Race is hallucinating so intensely that he's self-harming and losing touch with reality— but he doesn't know that in the moment. He genuinely believes he's being eaten alive.

"No!" Spot is holding his hands together, and Race squirms desperately to get away. He needs to get the bugs out from under his skin before they climb up his body and start eating his brain. He kicks his legs and strains against Spot's grip. "Get off of me! Get off! You're trying to kill me!"

The official diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder comes about a week later, after he's been forced into a psych ward. It's the nasty intersection of bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, which is why his manic episode built up into full-blown psychosis. Despite how intense the last few weeks have felt, his case is ruled fairly mild, and he's told that some mood stabilizers and antipsychotics should help him live a normal life. It's probably always been part of his brain, but the stress of this final semester was enough to trigger it into action.

The first time Spot is allowed to visit, Race hugs him and cries the whole time, apologizing for how awful he's been acting lately, while Spot apologizes for not noticing sooner that something was wrong. They both insist that the other doesn't need to be sorry, and come to the conclusion that all is forgiven.

"I'll see you soon," Spot says, when it's time for him to go. "Come home to me when you're ready. It's no rush. Focus on getting better."

And in that moment, Race realizes that after a year or so of dating, Spot has become his home. It feels good.

"...and this is my little brother, Spot! He's a freshman."

Jack gestures to the kid sitting across from him at their table in the library. Anthony had been looking for somewhere to study, noticed his roommate from last year sitting with some unfamiliar guy and a free seat right next to him, so he's opted to sit down and make a new friend.

"Spot? Is that really your name?"

The guy rolls his eyes.

"It's Sean. Jack's got this whole thing about nicknames. It's ridiculous."

"I think it's cute," Anthony offers. "Because of the freckles— that's really sweet."

Spot cracks a smile at that.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Honestly, I kinda hate my name. I could get into a nickname, but it'd be corny to give myself one, so I'm waiting for something organic to come up that I can stick with."

"I'll brainstorm on my way to class," Jack cuts in, standing up. "I actually have to go right now, but I think you two will get along great. Don't have too much fun without me."

He's gone in a flash, and Anthony and Spot both laugh at his abrupt exit. This floor of the library is more of a student commons, always loud and busy, so they don't have to try to keep quiet.

"He's always on the move, isn't he?" Spot chuckles.

"I'm even worse," Anthony replies. "We were the best roommates ever last year because we were just never in our room— I'm a physics major, and I'm on the track team, so I'm basically running all over campus all day between classes, labs, and practice."

Spot looks at him for a moment, with an almost mischievous glint in his eye, and then cracks a grin.

"Racetrack. There's a nickname— since you're always running."

Anthony laughs.

"That's ridiculous and it barely makes sense, but I kind of love it. Anything's better than fucking Tony. It makes me feel like I should be running an Italian deli, or on the fucking Sopranos or something."

"I'll call you Racer for short. It sounds like a superhero name."

"Damn, we just met and I've already got a nickname for a nickname? I have a feeling we're gonna be good friends, Spotty."

"Me too, Racer. Wanna ditch the homework and go get coffee or something?"

"Absolutely. Lead the way."

He sits on the hotel room bed, alone. It feels so big it might just swallow him into the blankets. He's not sure he'd mind if it did.

Sean is probably most of the way back to New York by now. It's not that far from Philly— it's especially quick by rail, which is why Race is out here to work with his colleagues at UPenn so often. If he didn't have such a love for the pure chaos that is Manhattan, maybe he'd move here eventually.

He rubs his hands over his face. He might've just made the greatest mistake of his life. Maybe he could've been happy with married life— maybe settling down would be good for him, help him somehow.

He still wouldn't be able to make Sean fully happy, though, even if he did find himself content with their marriage. No adoption agency is going to give a child to someone with a history of violent psychotic episodes— he's only had two in the course of his whole life, but they're on his medical record, which he knows would be checked, and the slim but ever-present chance of another one arising someday is enough to disqualify him from ever getting to be a parent. He loses touch with reality, he hurts the people he loves, and it's not safe to put a child at risk.

He knows Sean would tell him it's okay, that he'd take the heartbreak and put it away somewhere that no one would see it, but it wouldn't be fair to him. Being a father is one of his biggest dreams, and marrying Anthony would rip that away. Love isn't fair, it seems.

He takes a deep, shaky breath. His therapist has always told him that focusing on his inhales and exhales is the best thing to do when the world feels out of control.

He loves Sean enough to let him go. That's what this is. There'll never be a day that Anthony and Sean— Race and Spot— don't love each other in some capacity. They'd talked about that earlier, while Sean was booking his ticket home.

They'll be okay. They just weren't meant to be. That's alright. Not everyone is.

#please rb if you enjoyed it! i especially love commentary in the tags teehee #sprace #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #my writing #newsies fic

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 07 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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{Vikings Masterlist}

Honesty

“(Y/N), wake up.” A faint, weak murmur fills your ears. You're still under water though, floating away. “C'mon, wake up.” A sudden motion makes you bounce, a movement too abrupt to someone who's drowning. That's when you acknowledge the air filling your lungs. Not too much, but enough to bring some relief. You can't be under water. People can't breathe under water. “You won't die, hear me? Not from the cold.”

Ubbe. What's Ubbe doing here? Closing your eyes tightly, you feel like you're climbing back to the surface, back into consciousness, forcing your eyes to open. The first thing you notice is the cold, piercing, attached to your bones. Then, you realize you're being carried. “What...” You mumble, clenching your shaking hands into fists.

“There you are.” Ubbe happily says, walking fast. “We're almost there.”

“Almost where?” The lightning suddenly changes, and everything gets a little darker.

“What happened?”

“She was at the lake. The ice cracked and she fell.” Ubbe says.

“Get a warm bath to her room now!” You recognize Aslaug's voice. “Bring her close to the fire.”

The moment you're put down and feel a source of warmth, you push yourself closer, but arms hold you back. “Not that close.”

“Shit.” You curse, hands hovering above the fire. It comes back suddenly. The woods, the lake, and the ice cracking under your feet, swallowing you. How you got out, however, you have no idea, but you figure it was Ubbe. “Damn it.” You're shaking like a leaf, wishing you could sit inside the fire.

“(Y/N).” Someone calls, and when you look at your side you see Ivar and Hvitserk, both looking worried. Ivar moves faster though, dropping to the floor next to you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, hands cupping your face.

“I'm cold.” You mumble, laughing at how stupid it sounds. “I'm freezing.” Giggling, you feel as Ivar pulls you close, your body collapsing on his chest. It makes you blush, if that's even possible given how the cold has penetrated your bones. Shaking against him, you place your forehead on his neck, welcoming the warmth emanating from his skin. “Sorry, I'm soaking wet.”

“Don't worry.” He says, a hand caressing your hair. You don't know exactly what's going on, but Ivar is like a second fire right now, and you have no intention of letting go of him.

“Here,” Hvitserk mutters, and you feel a piece of fabric being laid around your shoulders.

“Alright.” Ivar fixes the blanket, rubbing your back. “You'll be fine.”

“Let's leave them,” Aslaug says in a low voice, and you notice Hvitserk and Ubbe walking away. “I'll send someone to call you when the bath it's ready.” Her voice fades away as she speaks, and then there's nothing but the low noises of the fire.

Slowly, you feel yourself warming up, the shakings finally surrendering as you sink more and more into Ivar. You don't want to think about what this means, so you barely move, not wanting whatever this is to end just yet. You almost died today. Drowned, frozen, whatever. But you did think that was the end of it. And life has so much to offer, you'd hate to lose all of its endless possibilities. Death will come one day, but first, you want to live.

“What happened?” Ivar asks, his voice barely a whisper.

“I didn't know I was at that lake, I just... I wasn't really paying attention then I heard a cracking noise.” Taking a deep breath, you remove some hair attached to your face. “Then it broke right under me and the water was so damn cold.”

“(Y/N),” Aslaug calls, and, hesitantly, you move away from Ivar, sitting up straight. “Come take your bath. You need to warm up.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you glance at Ivar before pushing yourself up.

The bath is a blessing, and you couldn't be more thankful. The warm water cleans the ice that fixated itself on your bones, and you relax in the tub. Aslaug, of course, wants to know exactly why you ended up on the frozen lake, and you have no choice but to tell her what you heard. But you beg her not to speak to Bjorn about it. You can deal with your own problems, and you don't want to make their already delicate relationship worse.

After you're clean and warmed up, she allows you to leave the bath and get dressed. You're eager to leave this episode behind and never again you'll set foot on frozen water. As you leave your room with Aslaug, her maids left to drag the tub away, you meet Hvitserk coming from the opposite direction.

“Ice lady.” He says, smiling.

“I'll leave you two to talk and go find my husband,” Aslaug mutters, and you sigh to know she will be speaking to him about Bjorn.

“How about not calling me that?” You tell Hvitserk, crossing your arms. “I almost died.”

“But you didn't.”

“Hvitserk just...” Complaining it quite useless. He'll probably only make it worse. “Fine then, call me what you like.”

“It looks like I won this battle then.” Raising an eyebrow, he gives the girls passing by a glance. “What was that, by the way?”

“What was what?” Running a hand through your hair, you still have a threat of hope he might be talking about anything else.

“Really? Do you expect me to ignore you and Ivar hugging like that?”

“I don't know what that was.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “But I'm willing to find out. It's better than think too much and end up with wrong conclusions.”

“Ivar is in his room, in case you want to know,” Hvitserk says in a low voice, walking closer and giving you a glance that always makes you want to punch his jaw. “And he was very worried about you.” And he walks away, leaving you there like an idiot.

“You're putting some effort into ruining this friendship, aren't you?” Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heels and start making the way to Ivar's room, walking fast and eventually leaving Hvitserk behind.

You were feeling brave until you're at Ivar's door. Then you wonder if this is a good idea. Some things are better left alone, and Ivar is a complicated person. But still, you can't bring yourself to walk away, so you knock three times, not sure if you want him to answer. But you hear footsteps, and seconds after the door is pushed open. It still takes you by surprise how tall he is, and those blue eyes still send shivers down your spine.

“I left my necklace here.” You mutter, feeling a little stupid. “Earrings, bracelets...”

Silently, Ivar moves aside, giving you space to walk in, so that's what you do. “They're where you left them.” He mutters, but gestures at the table he has set near the fire. Following his gesture, you sit down, hands hovering over the fire. “Ubbe said he saw you wandering through the woods.” He starts, settling down on the chair across the fire. “He called, but you didn't listen.”

“Yeah, I was just... Trying to run from my own thoughts, I think.”

“What happened?” The question is the same as earlier, but it means something entirely different. This isn't about the ice cracking, it's about what led you into that situation. Raising your eyes from the flames, you find Ivar's intense stare as he leans forward, the fire illuminating his features.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to tell him. “I heard Bjorn and your father talking and when I caught my name I decided to know what was that about and... Bjorn said something about a prophecy that says he'll marry a princess and guess what? He thinks I'm the princess.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips.

“Bjorn wants to marry you?” He states, cupping his hands together, anger taking over this expression.

“I don't care what Bjorn wants, only about what I want and I surely don't want him.” It sounds mean, like you despise the man. “I won't be told what to do, not here, not anywhere else, I'm done with being just a piece on somebody else's game.”

A smile creeps through Ivar's lips, and the anger slowly fades. “That's good to know.”

“And... Ragnar said he kept me alive because he promised my father.” Looking down at your hands, you decide to share this with him as well. “That if I didn't get used to Kattegat he'd just send me anywhere. He wasn't thinking about any prophecy.”

“So you're not into Bjorn?” Ivar asks, and you stand up, rolling your eyes.

“I wouldn't have fallen into a frozen lake if I was.” Running a hand through your hair, you tell yourself not to keep bringing that up. The talking or the lake incident. Both things are better if forgotten. “I thought it made things obvious.”

“I've been seen women falling for Bjorn since I can remember.” Ivar says, resting the clutch on his lap. “Some had him, some were left with a broken heart. The older he gets, more women chase after him. Can you blame me for thinking you would be one of those?”

Turning to look at him with both hands on your hips, you chose to be honest. As honest as you can, because there are things you don't understand, things you can't put into words. “In the boat, sailing here, for a moment I thought Bjorn was... I don't know, he was being nice to me. But it didn't take long for things to... Change.” The moment you saw Ivar for the very first time, something went off... Or on, inside you. You don't know what, but suddenly Bjorn was already on second plan. But you're not bold enough to tell him that. “Then he knocked me down with a shield, made my mare bolt up a slope, and now the lake... It wasn't directly his fault but I didn't like him talking about me like I'm just a thing that he thinks belongs to him just because someone else said so.” You get angrier with every word, as the memory of everything he said comes back. Moving to the table, you grab a cup and pour some drink for yourself, taking long sips. “I'll belong to whoever I chose, and only if he wants to belong to me as well.” You only realize what you said when you can't take it back anymore. Taking a deep breath, you drink what's left before putting the cup down. “Sorry, I needed to give vent to my anger.”

“That's alright.” Ivar stands up, slowly making his way over you. “It's good to know you won't bow down. You're more Viking than some people I know.”

“More Viking? Please, I can't even hold a sword properly.” You're about to move away when Ivar's hand comes to your waist, holding you as he did on the day you almost fainted because of the head injury. It clouds your mind immediately, and when you turn back at him, your faces are only a few inches away.

“You can still learn if you want and if you don't...” His hand moves away, coming to caress your cheek instead. His fingertips are cold, but they leave a trail of fire on your skin. “I'll still admire your bravery, Christian princess.”

The way he says it makes you smile. For the first time, it doesn't come out as an insult, or in a sarcastic way. Could Ivar accept you, despite the differences between your worlds? Right now, it feels like he can.

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tamagochiie · 4 years ago

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soulmate au

synopsis. where the haikyuu bois can hear when their soulmate is singing (whether it be in another universe or theirs)

character roster. oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, kenma kozume, kuroo tetsuroo, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tedashi, sugawara koushi, daichi sawamura, hinata shoyo, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji

genre. fluff

a/n. this has been in my drafts for over a month now, and i really wanted to write this properly after finishing up my finals... i saw a lot of tiktoks about this and i was i n s t a t n l y hooked.

oikawa tooru —> it happens during his high at the final moments of the game; breaths ragged as sweat drips down from his face, the crowd chanting his name when he sends the ball flying over to the opposing court. his ego is flying dangerously close to the sun when the quiet hum of your voice has him jolt in place��feet completely glued to the floor. he'll try to brush it off and try to focus back on the game at hand, but there's a thrum of excitement in his chest when he hears you loud and clear.

its a moment he's been waiting for, but out of all times, why now? his eyes will sweep through the bleachers, hoping to see that you might be close by, but the poor boy's out of luck. even more so, when the buzzer screeches in the stadium does oikawa gravitate back to reality, your singing no longer ringing in head does he realize he's cost the whole team their winning point.

iwaizumi hajime —> he's in the middle of a nap during lunch, ignoring his friends who're eating by his side; oikawa's persistent chattering drowns out the noise in the classroom. so he gets up and leaves, knowing full well he'll never be able to get the peace he deserves if he stays a minute longer.

he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to subside his headache as he stumbles down the hall to look for a place to sleep. he'll eventually make a home out of a creaky wooden bench just outside the art room, settling uncomfortably on the fragile wood.

he'll miss it at first, thinking you were just one of the girls passing by. actually, he misses it completely by assuming it as such. but he doesn't mind it as it helps him fall asleep; he makes mental note to find you, making the mistake of assuming you're not anywhere else except here.

kenma kozume —> "who the fuck is singing?" is what kenma hisses as he clicks away, harshly pressing down on the keys in a switch motion. his lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed into a deep line as the screen of his computer ; he's been streaming for hours with kuroo and levi.

kenma is not a believer of soulmates, and the boy dreaded the moment he'd have to hear your voice uninvitingly taking up room in the space he felt the safest: his head. as you sing to the top of your lungs, enjoying the high of a chorus, unbeknownst to you the effect it had on the poor gamer boy who had all the hours he spent playing go to waste, he's just been given more reason to hate you than to love you.

kuroo tetsuro —> a smile creeps across his lips when he hears you sing, setting his textbook down before he slumps against the wooden backrest of his chair. he's been wondering when he'd hear from you; he always made sure he was in a quiet space so he'd hear you loud and clear. he flutters his eyes shut, craning his head back as his body eases to the sound of your voice. you weren't the best singer, but to kuroo you were the sweetest sound he could ever hear.

tsukishima kei —> he has a sharp tongue, but who would've thought there'd be a day when he'd open his mouth to fire insults at certain blueberry boy only to have nothing—not even a crack in his voice—slip out. his mouth goes dry instantly as he stands there dumbfounded as yamaguchi. somehow, the oh-so golden crown that usually rests well atop tsukki's head has fallen to the gentle sound of your singing.

though tsukki had always placed himself in a pedestal, looking down on other from where he stood, there was always a lingering insecurity that he'd never get a soulmate in this lifetime—or in any lifetime. so when he hears your voice in his head, there's a twinge of hope in his heart at the thought there's someone meant for him.

yamaguchi tadashi —> he's blushing quite profusely, slapping his hand onto tsukki's mouth without giving the action as much as a thought as excitement overrides him, catching tsukki off guard. he can finally hear you, and he almost misses it if it weren't for his best friend's pride.

yamaguchi rests his eyes, fluttering them shut as he and his lanky friend stop in the middle of the hallway, not minding those who brush past him as he dwells in the sound of your voice.

"she's so beautiful," yamaguchi sighs, moving his hand off of tsukki's lips and onto his chest, "i wanna marry her."

"how can you say she's beautiful?" tsukki seethes, spitting away the salty aftertaste of his best friend's hand. "you haven't even seen her yet."

"with a voice like that, i already know she is."

sugawara koushi —> the amount of force he uses when he slaps his teammates on the back is the same amount of force that presses against his heart when he hears you singing, voice cracking ever so often as you try to reach the high notes. happy isn't a word he could describe the little pitter patter of feet squishing his stomach. happy is not a good enough word for sugawara to describe how he feels after finally getting to hear you sing.

she must really like this song, sugawara thinks to himself as mutes his teacher's chattering. he'll close his eyes, listening to you and your words carefully before scribbling the lyrics onto his notebook, keeping note to search the song later. it's a habit sugawara will eventually grow into every time he hears your voice, thinking he'll get to know you a bit better by listening to your favorite songs.

sugoi, he gasps in wonder, lips curving into a smile. its a soft ballad, foreign to his ears, but he'll mouth along to your singing and continue on with his jog.

daichi sawamura —> it happens in the middle of his morning jog while listening to music. he'll take off his earbuds, tapping against the plastic because he thinks his earphones one of his broken when your voice overlaps with the bands he's listening to. it takes him a while, but when he pauses his music, its only then does he realize what's going on.

hinata shoyo —> he sprints to kageyama, slapping him in the back while he's about to practice a toss, "i can hear her! i can hear her!" is what the sunshine boy screams, tugging onto the sleeve of his best friend as he hears your voice. "i can finally hear her!"

still clinging onto the material of kageyama's jersey, earning a grunt and a curse, hinata flutters his eyes shut and focuses on the sound of your voice. he doesn't understand the lyrics or the tune of the song you're singing, but its you—your voice that has his heart thumping against his ribcage, breaths hitching in his throat, drying his lips. the same high he rides in the middle of the game rises from the pit of his stomach and spreads a warm feeling across his chest.

and for the first time, the bright boy has something else to beam about other than a sport.

bokuto kotarou —> his eyes dilate as his lips curve into a toothy grin, cheeks blushing a peachy color when he hears you, his soulmate, the one and only person he can finally call home. your voice isn't the prettiest nor is it the smoothest, but it belongs to the one he'll get call his—his whole world. he's spent his whole life imagining what it'll feel like when he hears you; maybe his hairs will stand on its ends, a tickle down his spine, or maybe he'll know what it feels like to forget how to breathe. But instead, he's learns what it means to be at peace, to feel the world turn beneath his feet as focuses on nothing but the sound of your voice.

he drops everything in his hands, his attention slipping away from the front of the class and onto you. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tuning out everything else as he listens to you stumbling over your words as you try to sing properly.

cute, is the last thought bokuto spares before sinking back into his chair.

akaashi keiji —> its a small smirk that plays across this quiet boy's lips. there's a slight tug in his heart as his stomach folds into itself. the quiet mumble of your singing washes out the background noise of bokuto's shouting echoing the gym. he shuts his eyes, fiddling with the ball in between his hands as he listens to you.

he'll bob his head to beat of your words, even humming a little once he's caught the tune. his teams watch him from the side, brows furrowed while a few mouths hang open. he looks strange, but akaashi is too invested in the moment he shares with you to think twice about what he might look like.

*i'm still not convinced that i can properly write my bbies from inarizaki, so until then, please bare with me hahu

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bumblebear30 · 4 years ago

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Oops

Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak, Established Calvak

A wee comfort fic for these two as I totally love them.

Warnings: mentions of Casey's office attack, migraine / mild medical concern. Side effects of getting older. No smut but alluded to. Happy ending.

Please let me know if you have any other prompts or requests for these two. Happy to try write more for them.

Oops

"You did it again."

The accusing tone made Casey's head snap up from where she was nestled on the couch. She could feel the light crust of dried drool on her cheek where she'd pretty much passed out into the pillow and rubbed at it with the cuff the sweater she was wearing in the hopes that her always immaculately dressed girlfriend wouldn't notice,

"Did what again?" she finally mumbled in response, a heavy pout in place as she scrunched her eyes against the bright light streaming in the apartment windows.

Rita sighed huffily as she perched on the back of the couch and busied herself with finishing taking off her earrings for the day. From there she finally caught sight of the sleep befuddled Casey - the creases of the pillow evidently pressed into her cheek, hair all mussed and cocooned in softest of old sweaters that Rita owned as the redhead obviously tried to drag her lagging brain through what it was she had done wrong this time.

Her expression immediately switched from frustration to concern as she reached out to card her fingers through Casey's hair, the younger woman automatically leaning into it and shifting closer to where Rita was sat,

"You left files that I shouldn't see on the breakfast bar again. We got a place with room for two separate offices for a reason darling."

Casey winced and opened one eye to finally look up at Rita as she apologised,

"Oops, m'sorry babe, I genuinely didn't mean to. I just needed different light. "

Rita tilted her head and gave a small sympathic noise as Casey burrowed her head against the back of the couch,

"Migraine again sweetheart?" Casey nodded groggily where she lay, loathe to commit to any movements that required further effort. Seeing her so forlorn pulled at Rita's heartstrings and she quickly got up and shed her shoes and jacket onto a nearby chair as she came round to the front of the couch to join Casey, "That's the third bad one this month..."

Hearing the familiar sound of Rita settling next to her Casey shifted to lay her head in her girlfriend's lap, wordlessly requesting for the attorney's always slightly cool hand to run across her forehead and circle at her temple as she'd done before by simply tipping her chin just so.

Of course Rita automatically took up the action, also using her free hand to run her nails in soothing circles across Casey's lower back.

The redhead let herself just bask in the attention and comfort. She'd felt instantly a bit better as soon as the scent of Rita's expensive perfume had reached her - always accompanied by the faint smell of coffee, ink and paper, a lawyerly smell if ever there was such a thing. That and the almost pavlovian way her body responded to Rita's touch, practically commanding her to relax with the lightest of pressures, also helped ease the residual pulsating ache at the front of her brain.

Afterwards she'd been sulky for days, which had drawn further unimpressed looks and rolled eyes from Rita. Eventually she'd pulled her head out of her ass and apologised with a gorgeous bouquet and an evening of pampering - cooking Rita's favourites for dinner, making the effort to use the good china and having candles on the table followed by a super indulgent bubble bath for the brunette (the rose petals may have been overboard but she knew Rita secretly adored them.)

She knew where Rita's comment was leading though. They'd had this argument discussion the last time too and she was not wanting a repeat of that general fiasco and to ultimately wallow in her own grumpiness yet again. It was worse because she knew Rita was right, and was only concerned and fussing simply because she loved her. But she had still been in residual pain and exhaustion from the migraine in question as well as licking her wounds from losing the most recent case to her lover too.

All that had only been a week ago, meaning it was less than fourteen days since she'd last had to abandon her work to lie in a darkened room with a cold compress across her eyes and an ice pack wrapped up at the base of her neck. It wasn't sustainable, and she hated being sick all the more because she knew Rita was always more worried than she let on.

She sighed lightly and wriggled her head back so she was pressed more closely into Rita's ridiculously soft silk blouse. The brunette had lifted her hands away as Casey moved but seeing her settle let them resume the gentle caresses. Noting that Casey hadn't immediately started arguing with her Rita decided to press her case once more,

"I just think given that you have such a bad head injury in your past, " Casey couldn't suppress the fearful shiver that ran down her spine at the memories - and lack of them - of her office attack, "that it would be sensible to get a doctor to run some tests and check what is going on."

At still receiving no response from Casey Rita tried to push just that little bit more. She gently ran a finger down the elegant slope of Casey's nose, booping the tip of it which made Casey start and turn onto her back to smile softly up at Rita. Holding her gaze Rita matched her with an indulgent look as she tucked some hair back behind Casey's ear,

"It's just that I'm rather fond of that brain of yours sweetheart, I'd hate to think anything might be wrong." She finished her plea by cupping Casey's chin and running the pad of her thumb over her lips as their positioning meant she couldn't reach to kiss them.

Once again Casey closed her eyes and leaned into the touch,

"And here I thought you were with me for my 'cracking bod', " she grinned as she felt Rita's entire body move as she laughed, "But I know. You're right. As usual." Her admission made Rita smile in victory, Casey's quip pulling another knowing chuckle that rumbled through her,

"Good, I have the number of an excellent neurologist, I'm sure he'll be able to see you by the end of the week."

Casey shot her a look that screamed incredulity,

"He wasn't a client was he? I'm not sure how comfortable I would be with that."

The experienced attorney did laugh at that,

"No, no," she continued to play with Casey's hair, "although he has maybe been an expert witness on several occasions but he's only ever been the utmost professional." she paused for a moment as Casey considered her options. "So what do you say darling, let me call and set up an appointment for you?"

With one last resigned sigh Casey nodded,

"Okay," honestly she was prepared to go through nearly anything if she could stop feeling so accutely crappy whenever these migraines came along, or stop them from happening in the first place.

"But," the smallness of her voice and demeanour, so unlike the usual strong confident persona of the prosecutor, brought out Rita's overprotective side even more, "But what if there is something wrong? Like-"

Deciding to quickly end any spiralling Rita pressed her finger over Casey's lip to hush her,

"Shh, then its better to know and we'll deal with whatever it may be together as best we can."

Suitably mollified, Casey rolled once more so her nose was buried against Rita's stomach, so much so her voice was muffled when she finally spoke,

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried."

"I know darling, but it may just be that you need glasses or something like that now, you know?"

The scandalised and affronted noise that escaped Casey made Rita laugh once again,

"I've always thought you'd look very sexy in glasses you know..."

The low purr of her voice drew an instant reaction from Casey, it always did. Like a siren's call she opened her eyes, feeling better enough to shoot a flirtatious look up at her love as she arched her eyebrow as seductively as she could manage in her prone position,

"Is that so?"

"Hmm hmm," Rita's affirmative humm came as she matched Casey's expression with one of her own, "You could totally pull off the sexy librarian look darling."

"Librarian!?!"

In her offense Casey finally sat up to lightly glare at Rita on a more equal footing. She lightly trailed her hand up Rita's thigh, so overly unsubtle Rita knew she was just winding her up. Still she enjoyed the attention nonetheless. "What if I wanted to go for the sexy lawyer in glasses look? Could I pull that one off too?"

Rita tipped her head to the side as she squinted at Casey, umming and awwing for extra effect,

"I'm sorry love but I think Cabot has got that niche locked down tight."

Casey couldn't help but gasp at the teasing and swat at Rita's thigh in retribution,

"Rude!"

Rita kept cackling with laughter, simply relieved to see Casey's usual firey playfulness was returning,

"Well if you get glasses you can work extra hard to prove me wrong, no?"

With a knowing smile Casey leant forward to press an adoring but chaste kiss to Rita's lips,

"Sounds good to me, thank you for helping me feel better."

Reaching up Rita cupped Casey's chin and drew her face back to her for another kiss. Or two. Maybe three. She just loved how they felt against her own.

"I'm glad I could help. Now do you want to go lock those files away whilst I give the doctor a call? We can then get an order from Chengs if you'd like?"

Casey was already making the effort to stand, holding herself still for several moments to ensure her balance was set after feeling so woozy earlier. Finding herself steady she smiled at Rita once more as she started heading for the kitchen,

"As long as there is lo mein I don't mind!"

A couple of days later Rita answered her ringing cell automatically, not even looking away from her inbox as she barked her usual response,

"Calhoun, who's speaking."

"Hey sweet thing," instantly Rita's entire posture melted, Casey's voice and determination to use ridiculous pet names totally always got her,

"Darling, how'd the appointment go." she'd swung her chair away from the computer screen, her entire focus now on Casey,

"Well you were right."

"I usually am, remind me what I was right about this time?"

"Scans and everything came back clear but I've got glasses to wear now... " Casey paused long enough for Rita to both sigh in relief and laugh,

"Oh is that all?"

"Well, he advised I change to a different type fo light bulb where possible, and definitely to wear glasses when looking at screens as they'll filter that blue light thing? But that and some proper rest and it should all help."

"That's great news sweetheart, I'm so relieved." Truly Rita felt like a knot she hadn't known was there had been released in her chest,

"Yeah, so in the spirit of medical necessity, I think we should schedule a trip up to the house in the Hampton's." Sometimes Casey still would catch herself after saying such a thing. A house in the Hampton's. Their house in the Hamptons. Quite ridiculous.

Rita chuckled but instantly swept round to open their shared calendar to look for potential timings,

"An excellent idea darling, I could even ask Danielle to get the boat ready for us? I know you love to play at being Captain."

"Please, you just want to lounge about in your bikini in front of me don't you."

"Well with your new glasses we'll have to test how much better you can see me. I do love putting on a show for you."

The flirtation made Casey gulp, images of Rita enjoying herself nearly overwhelming her,

"You always do have the best ideas, I propose we do lots of testing."

"For medical necessity?" Rita's smirk was clear even though Casey couldn't see her face,

"Exactly, you always know how to take the best care of me baby..."

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