#i'm sick of pretending this game isn't amazing

[hrtiu]

You know what? I am done equivocating. Dragon Age the Veilguard is really freaking good. I don't feel the need to qualify that. There is so much juicy lore, I love the characters, the combat is fun, the environments are amazing... I love it. Especially if you have immersed yourself in deeper lore and other Dragon Age media, there is so much payoff.

[dreamwritesimagines]

I think they would see each other again because of Jamie, actually!

Like Logan rescues some mutants that are hell bent on not going to the hospital because the anti mutant sentiment either gets them mistreated or reported so he just gruffly tells the team, "I know a doctor that can help."

And he does. Sure, he hates Jamie, is still pissed off he thought he was hurting Sunshine and still believes Jamie is a predator playing the long game with her (Jamie had not come out to anyone by the time he and Logan met) but he's lived long enough to see a person's motives- and Jamie's reasons for hating were never about him being a mutant.

So that's how Jamie gets kidnapped after his long shift by the cage fighter he was convinced he would never see again. To his credit, he doesn't back down.

"It's you. I thought pest control had handled you already."

"Something like that happened. I need your help."

Jamie goes, because he's a good doctor who took an oath and also because he's sleep deprived- he patches the kids up and ignores the team's stares as he stitches a girl's open wound.

"I didn't know Logan could make friends," Scott says whispers.

Jamie snorts, "I'm not his fucking friend."

(I think this is when Scott decides he likes Dr James, actually.)

"Then how do you-"

"Mind your business," Logan gruffs.

When it's the last kid being reviewed, Logan has finally worked up the nerve to ask. "How is she?"

Jamie clenches his jaw. "Fine."

"... I didn't- it wasn't my choice to leave. I didn't want to leave without talking to her first."

"But you did. I always knew that's what you were going to do, i don't care what your excuse is."

"Can you tell her something for me?"

"Cornell. If you want to tell her something say it to her face, otherwise I'd rather not hear it."

"... so is she seeing anyone or-"

"Jesus Christ."

Logan seriously thinks there's no way she isn't already dating someone. And he's kinda right lol

I think he sort of lurks at the edge of her university whenever he comes and goes, maybe hoping to see her again. It's not like the good doctor is very forthcoming about anything regarding her either- the most information Logan has been able to gather whenever Jamie is called in is that she is 1) very successfully going through her veterinary program in a high profile school

2) Has stopped working at the diner Logan used to pretend was convenient and on his way home so he'd have an excuse to talk to her

3) Still wants a cabin in the woods. Logan hears Jamie says this to one of the kids as a distraction while he sets a few bones to their right place. 'a cabin in the woods is like, begging to get murdered' 'that's what I said! Does this hurt?'

I just picture Logan as a very angsty sort of ex (situationship) this dude has not gotten over anything in his life. And Jamie could not give a fuck about his broken heart- he likes most people at the X Mansion; the idea that Charles can read his mind creeps him out so he stays away, he has a soft spot for all the kids he's helped and he would call Scott a friend on a good day- he even comes to respect Logan. He's sweet in a gruff way with the kids and hasn't threatened his life nearly as much as he once did.

And I think Logan is lowkey scared of seeing her again, like one time Jamie's phone was ringing and Logan grabs it because the sound is annoying as fuck but nearly drops it like its hot when he sees it's her name. He can't help it- he picks up just to hear her voice.

"Jamie, thank god. Where are you- Nik is worried sick here and we're gonna be late-"

"It isn't- I'm not Jamie. This is-"

"Logan?"

Darling omg omg I LOVE THIS, YOU'RE AMAZING! ❤️ Thank you so much! ❤️

Adfghjkl Logan not knowing Jamie is gay and convincing himself that he wants to date Sunshine😂

"It's you. I thought pest control had handled you already." I am giggling😂 I love that Jamie hates Logan but in the end they go from enemies to reluctant allies to actual friends, it will be hilarious❤️

Jamie snorts, "I'm not his fucking friend." Oh he would not hesitate😂

Logan has finally worked up the nerve to ask. "How is she?"

Jamie clenches his jaw. "Fine."

"... I didn't- it wasn't my choice to leave. I didn't want to leave without talking to her first." Omg Logan trying to explain himself and HE DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE WITHOUT TALKING TO HER FIRST AND-

This is so good! ❤️ I think like, after he left, he wanted to call her or find her but he convinced himself it was good for her that he was away ❤️

Sunshine got into Cornell?! 🥰

I think he sort of lurks at the edge of her university whenever he comes and goes, maybe hoping to see her again. Oh he would definitely do that! ❤️

Still wants a cabin in the woods aaaaaa Sunshine wanting that cabin in the woods in every universe❤️

I just picture Logan as a very angsty sort of ex (situationship) this dude has not gotten over anything in his life. FACTS! 🥰

Oh Sunshine would definitely hang up on him because of the sudden panic 😂❤️ And that would lead him to go show up at the campus to talk to her, and the minute she saw him and walked up to him, Logan would be like,

"I'm sorry."

"Strong start there."

"And congratulations. Cornell is very-"

"How long has Jamie known about you being around? Like, what are you, friends now?"

"Not at all."

"But you picked up his phone."

"No we...we work together sometimes."

"What?"

"It's a long story. Listen, I wanted to let you know before I left-"

"No reason for you to let me know. We weren't together, and you made yourself very clear about how you felt about my silly crush."

"That's not what happened-"

"And apparently you're hanging out with my friend now so..."

"I'm not hanging out with him. He hates me and the feeling is mutual."

"Right."

"I wouldn't have left without telling you if it were up to me."

"And afterwards, you couldn't even be bothered to send a text I guess?"

"It was for your own good."

"Some things don't change I guess."

[alvivaarts]

About Separate Ways (Spoilers)

Wow, guys. I was super excited to get gameplay footage/input from friends about Separate Ways (too broke to own the base game myself) to put into my longfic, but aside from some super cute Luis/Ada moments, I am... dissapointed.

Capcom hire me, at least I can keep the plot consistent because what the actual fuck.

Will discuss below to avoid spoilers (much more story than gameplay, but gameplay wasn't great either), but I'm not going into insane detail save for some things. READERS BE WARNED!

I'm also specifically looking at this through the lens of my own fanfic, Simulation Swarm, which is my take on how Las Plagas works and infected!Leon (in addition, infected!Ashley and a lot of Leon's unacknowledged trauma and relationship issues throughout the game series). I was majorly excited about Separate Ways because it implied that Ada also gets infected- which I really want to still implement even if it changes a LOT of major things about the fic.

I'll go over the good stuff first. AKA, stuff I'm keeping, and not retconning.

1- Luis' characterization was still amazing. It was really nice to see his character balance out Ada's, how he's still as chipper as he can be. Additionally, it's VERY clear how much he cares for Leon and Ashley alike, and he goes out of his way to get Ada the suppressant and still respects her throughout that process. 2- Pesanta/IT/U-3's design with slightly more of a scorpion shape. That was sick! 3- The fact that Ada was aware of most of Leon's movements and a lot of what happened, and in a way was following him around and handling things he couldn't/wasn't aware of. * 4- Ada didn't help Leon into the chair, Ashley did. But that scene isn't even shown. 5- Luis and Ada def had chemistry, and it was so cute!

Well! Short list. Now for the bad stuff. AKA, shit I'm retconning/ignoring/pretending never happened (most of the DLC).

1- Ada's infection is weird as fuck. She got... shot? And infected? And then, infuriatingly (because I've spent WAY too much time thinking about the physiology of Las Plagas and researching w/ the help of others how the infection would work) PUKES UP her plagas?!?!? HELLO!? This in particular drives me insane because like. Las Plagas nests and develops behind the sternum, between the lungs, where it can attach to the nervous system along the spine. It is TOO BIG for a human body to fight against, it's growth shoving lungs out of the way is why people cough up blood. It's nowhere near the throat or stomach and clearly it's extremely well engineered/evolved for human hosts not to end up in conveniently the wrong location. And if she did puke it up, at that point, miraculously, after two days? Her intestines are fucked. She's dying of internal bleeding. I don't fucking care how much of a bad bitch Ada is because at that point Wesker wasn't gonna help her. The fuck? Capcom, know your own lore challenge. 2- We got NO backstory, not even HINTS about Ada's past and origins. Again. 3- * Seriously made Ada's character into a very flat character and removed a lot of the urgency/clear want for her to help Leon from the original DLC. Seriously, she does not gaf about anything but her mission and making it more convenient for herself. Everything she does to help Leon is sheerly coincedence- which, honest to fuck, does not line up. Especially considering she appears to completely lack empathy until... uh oh, Wesker wants to kill a bunch of people? Like sure, she has that BRIEF conversation with Leon in the boat but like... what happened to the people she has history with, the people she could've ABSOLUTELY been saving to spite Wesker and allow her to have her own motives until whoop-de-doo, uh oh, gotta stop a genocide! Be so for real. 4- Bonus: After Luis helped her and she'd made the deal to get him out, he, still dying, calls her with a warning about Krauser. It took a long time for him to die. She SHOWED UP after witnessing the fight and pretty much just... left him. Despite all of that. Which I get from a 'not fucking with canon' standpoint, but seriously. 0 effort. 5- Krauser literally fucking gets away when she fights him???? 6- Wesker keeps making appearances. For some reason. It's not even clear why, he literally just shows up to be intimidating and to threaten Ada into doing the job but like. At that point, honest to fuck, he could've done it himself? Also it was majorly hard to empathize with Ada considering we STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER OR HER MOTIVATIONS. 7- Luis has no distinct fire trauma. (Okay. Revoking this after the discussion, I just had a no media literacy moment after everything I was taking in. Luis' response was actually pretty good and honestly? Should be appreciated. Though it does bring up another point- while I love Luis, I guess I was walking in with it more being an expectation for it to be 'Ada's Story'. We didn't get that, though the Luis background was great!) 8- Ashley's interaction with Ada was a single line asking for help and Ada just. Walks off.

Anyway, everything I've seen first hand and have discussed with others has left a sour taste in my mouth. Boo, @Capcom. Good thing I can make up my own stupid little stories and pretend that none of that happened.

[kookygranger]

Hi!

I'm so late!

But I'd love to know about HF!E

for the wip game!

Thank you, Betty! ✨

HF!E stands for High Fidelity!Eddie. It isn't a HF au it just takes place in a record store and I didn't have a name for it. It was an idea for a one-shot inspired by this playlist featuring gothic/spooky songs before goth was a genre.

It made me think about Eddie who just moved to Chicago with Corroded Coffin and is slowly being accepted by the scene. Reader works at a record store and is playing this mixtape over the speakers and Eddie very much falls in love.

I started writing it and then didn't really like it but here's a lil' snippet:

“What the fuck are you listening to anyway?”

“I made a pre-Halloween mix. Music that lead to goth before goth was a thing.” You frown as you try to unstick a bright red sticker from the price gun you’d been tapping on the pile of vinyl.

Eddie smiles to himself as he continues to pretend he’s browsing and not tuning into your conversation.

“Are you going to The Allied tonight? There’s some new band from Indiana or something playing, apparently they do a sick cover of Master of Puppets.”

Eddie pauses in his faux perusing for a second as he awaits your reply.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, no.”

The guy huffs, “No? What was your plan, going home to sulk to The Velvet Underground?”

“I don’t sulk–“

“You do when you listen to The Velvet Underground.”

“What do you want me to do? Pogo to Heroin? Anyway, I was gonna work on an article actually.”

“Why don’t you write about this band tonight? Tim says they’re pretty good. He saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Metro.”

“Tim said that about that god awful noise band that played at De Salle’s. It was the worst four hours of my life. I thought my ears were actually going to bleed.”

“Whatever, you say that like you’re not currently playing the most depressing German synth music that nobody in their right mind would listen to.” He points out the new song playing from the speakers behind you.

“First of all, this is David Bowie’s Low. And if you knew as much about music as you claim to, you’d know that this was his seminal work in his Berlin era and an ambient soundscape masterpiece. Secondly–“

“I like it.”

Both of your heads shoot up at Eddie’s interruption. He blushes and clears his throat as you catch his eye and the corner of your mouth quirks up. “Sorry, I just–it’s a good mixtape. I like the theme.” He frowns and shakes his head at himself, he doesn’t know what came over him. Who is this guy that’s bothering you, anyway? You have amazing taste and he’s pretty sure you’re the most angelic thing he’s ever seen. You gesture in his direction and look back at the guy that’s teasing you.

“The customer is always right, Simon.”

Eddie moves quickly to the B section and finds the album you were talking about before heading over to you.

“Did you find everything you need?” You smile at him sweetly as you hop off the counter and take the record from him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before. Customer service isn’t exactly my strongest skill.”

The guy, Simon, snorted. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off the way your face lit up quietly when you realised what album he picked.

“What are your strongest skills?” That was such a weird question Munson, what the hell?

You looked up at him a little taken aback, before a small smile crept up on your face.

“Talking about music…or” you shake your head in contemplation, “writing about it actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe it’s not so much a skill, more like an obsession.”

“She’s actually kind of good.” Simon butts in with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“Such a high compliment cuz.”

You were cousins. He still had a shot.

“You write for magazines?” Eddie asks.

“Zines mostly,” you point to a stack of xeroxed pamphlets on the counter, “but I’ve published a few reviews with Spin and The Face.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That’s pretty cool.”

You breathe out a laugh and take the cash he hands you, collecting his change. “Thanks.”

“Wait, you're Eddie, right?” He turns to Simon, almost forgetting he was there. “Your band’s playing at The Allied tonight? I met your drummer Gareth at a show last week.”

“Uh yeah that’s me. We’re called Corroded Coffin.”

“Cool name.” You smirk and hand him his record wrapped in paper. Eddie tucks it under his arm, his dimples showing as he smiles back at you.

“Thanks.”

“You’re from Indiana then?” You call back to Simon’s earlier statement, as Eddie doesn’t make a move to immediately leave.

He rubs the back of his neck as he nods, “Yeah. Just moved here a couple of months ago with my band.”

“Welcome to Chicago, Eddie.” You smile and introduce yourself, “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you…vinyl wise I mean.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the stubble on his jaw before stepping away from the counter. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight at the show?” He tries to keep his voice casual, but there’s a hint of hope in there.

You bite your lip and shrug, “Yeah, maybe you will.”

Eddie nods and takes his queue to leave, the bell jingling again as he steps back out into the cold.

“Yeah, maybe you will.” Simon mocks you in a breathy imitation and you roll your eyes. “So now that you know the singer is cute are you coming?”

“Obviously! You better get me on the door list, or I swear to god I’m telling Aunt Carol about the stash in your underwear drawer.”

Okay, there were a lot more High Fidelity references than I remembered. Fun fact: I have read the book and watched the film and HBO reboot so many times I could quote word-for-word. I also dressed up as Zoe Kravitz's Rob for an office Halloween party once, complete with the Wings Over America live album that she talks about in that scene with the misogynistic cheater. Only one girl got it because she was a fan of Zoe Kravitz lol.

[isnt-it-pretty]

My Cyno/Tighnari Hurt!Cyno fic rec list (no MCD)

If you don't know me, I've written several fics centered around Hurt!Cyno since it's my favourite trope. I decided to make a fic rec list for the ones I've read and enjoyed the most! There's plenty more great ones than what I've listed, but these are my favourites. (Also yes, shameless plug for the fics I beta read.)

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Alone in the sand by TFOA

Like a grain of sand in the ocean, he feels more than ever alone in the world.

The moonlight seems to watch over him, and listen to his sorrows.

Or: the consequences of Taj's death in the Court of Desolation.

A wonderful fic centered around Cyno's grief following Taj's death, and the people who support him. In progress.

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Memories of Flickering Sun by @bluepastelcat

“If you want, child, I shall tell you a tale of our old days. The tale of how wisdom opened our eyes and blinded us all.”

The boy closed his eyes and listened to the spirit’s words. Though Hermanubis knew it wasn’t just a fairytale or fable….it was his own story.

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An assassination attempt against Cyno turned out to be much more than just a plot to eliminate Akademiya's General Mahamatra. Now Tighnari must find a way to bring his lover back or lose him to a conflict thousands of years in the making.

Lovely work about Cyno's relationships with those he loves, centered around his divine spirit. Plus a fun twist to the game's lore! Has the Sumeru Archon Quest characters too. In progress.

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as the scarlet sands by @shyjinks

Cyno does not know much.

His memory is a fractured mosaic, scattered across scarlet sands, with only a faint impression of what it might once have been.

He does not think any deeper on it. The consequences will be dire, he knows—

Nothing could be worth the risk.

[aka: cyno has only ever had one thing to protect.]

Amazing AU where Cyno is the guardian of desert ruins and Tighnari is a scholar sent to investigate them. In progress.

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a safe place to fall by eiiven

Cyno was all gunmetal bones and sharp wolf teeth. The Akademya made him a hero, a warrior, something to be feared—something to be respected.

Murder and mercy rolled into one boy, they said. He was destined to be a one-man army. The reputation that stemmed from that alone was a long and lonely shadow. It never cast over Tighnari.

Even when his hands were scarred from murder, when his skin was tainted with blood, Tighnari didn't see Cyno as a monster. He trusted him—perhaps more than anyone in the world.

Cyno could never hurt Tighnari. Not truly. He always knew that. They always knew that. It was why he could stare at Cyno's weapon without fear.

Even if it was pointed straight at him.

A simple one-shot about Cyno, injured and vulnerable, going to Tighnari for help.

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we can pretend there is silence here by lao_you_tiao

// Major spoilers for Cyno story quest, 3.2 Archon Quest.

Dreams return to Sumeru. After years of emptiness, nightmares come for Cyno once more.

With the help of the one closest to him, the General Mahamatra stops running away.

If you didn't know, I'm weak for Cyno with PTSD, which is what this fic is about!

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lightning's glow by yongz

Cyno, the General Mahamatra, has long been known for his ability as a beta to have such an intimidating presence known to even cow alphas.

Imagine Tighnari’s surprise when he shows up on his doorstep in heat.

Non-sexual ABO fic with hurt & sick Cyno seeking out the one place he feels safe.

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home is where the heart is by jumyouboshi

After getting seriously injured on an assignment, Cyno finds himself at Tighnari's doorstep.

A nice getting-together fic.

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washing machine heart by wisforia

“It looks pretty nice as far as scars go. What do you think?”

“You always look nice.”

“That's not what I asked,” Tighnari teases.

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On the first night of peace in Sumeru, Cyno dreams of lightning.

Cyno's fears and emotions after Tighnari was struck by lightning. Includes none explicit sex.

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Honourable Mention because this one is a favourite, but it isn't Cyno/Tighnari. Instead it's gen for all the people who care about Cyno.

in the desert by nauticalwarrior

Cyno goes out into the desert. Alone. Which, in and of itself, isn't unusual, and wouldn't be a problem. He is the General Mahamatra, after all.

Except he's a bit careless, and doesn't bring as much water as he should. His only waterskin springs a leak.

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In the desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial,

Who, squatting upon the ground,

Held his heart in his hands,

And ate of it.

I said, “Is it good, friend?”

“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it

“Because it is bitter,

“And because it is my heart.”

- Stephen Crane

[venusdamenace]

Apparently there are a bunch of people saying that the last of us "broke the curse" of bad videogame adaptations, and the Last of Us 2 was an amazing game. So I'm going to correct the first point, and address the second

1) The last year us didn't break shit, Castlevania was better and came out first

2)TLoU2 was fucking awful centrist wank full of needless trans suffering to appease a cis liberal audience (remember kids, if a trans person is depicted as happy then it's considered unbelievable to the centre left. Our existence is suffering and we're to be pitied, don't ya know). Seriously if I wanted to watch a trans person be narratively tortured, I'd out myself at a terf rally.

That second one was unpopular with my editors when I wrote for checkpoint, and got me labelled a "bad trans" by one of the writers (who was schtupping one of the editors btw). But fuck it, I'm right, and I'm sick of pretending that trans suffering being the only acceptable narrative is okay. Why does every trans character have to be some tortured soul. Why can't we just be happy? Why isn't that allowed in literature?

Tl;Dr the last of us 1 and 2 are garbage, fuck you, fight me

Signed

That angry trans bitch

[ssemicharmedlivingg]

Who am I?

(I wrote this yesterday, 5/9/2024, while dealing with some interruptions so it’s unfinished. For some reason I still wanted to post though so here we are.)

I've never really known. I don't mean it to sound like the stereotypical “Millennial Lost Girl.” Even though I guess that's exactly what I am. Part of it is my generation, sure; of course I’m going to be shaped by 9/11 and The Great Recession and so on—just like other generations are shaped by The Great Depression, Cold War, Civil Rights Movement, you get it. So yes, part of my aimlessness and anxiety are related to those things. Blah blah blah millennial nonsense.

Beyond that though, I just truly have no idea who I am... I was never part of a sports team growing up. I did things here and there—a couple years of guitar, gymnastics, dance, yoga, acting—you get the picture. I liked a lot of things, but nothing so much that I was interested in committing fully to. When my parents tried to force me to join the middle school basketball team (which is part of a whole other story), the coach said something during conditioning that stuck with me. It was something basically to the effect of, “ We have either practice or a game or both six days a week. The only reason it isn't seven is we're required by law to give you a break." Now, I already didn't want to join the team for other reasons, but even if I had wanted to that line would've ruined it. I still remember thinking to my 11 year old self, “Uhhh… This is *middle school* basketball. It’s not that serious.” So naturally I tanked tryouts by pretending to think they only lasted one day, not three. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I ever told my parents about that. Well guys, if you’re reading this, now you know.

I digress. I've never had a "look” of my own—I have zero idea how to put together an outfit to begin with, but I also like a lot of different styles (and let’s not even get started on finding clothes that fit well); my makeup skills are limited to mascara and sloppy eyeshadow; I am lucky in that I have a lovely shade of red hair, but it's thinning and always frizzy with baby hairs and doesn't like to cooperate. I end up wearing the same kind of combo of tank top/shorts/flipflops during warmer months and hoodie/sweater/leggings with either boots or sneakers. For a a while I had my extensions in and did things other than a messy bun (and these days it’s not a cute messy bun. Ever.) but the depression and then the big sick kicked in and well. I'm wearing a lot of hats these days.

And my friends. I am so blessed to have so many beautiful, supportive, funny, amazing friends—many of whom are more like family. Really I could go on and on forever about the truly fantastic people I'm surrounded by. And I am lucky enough to make friends wherever I go. None of that is lost on me so I don't mean this to sound ungrateful by any means ever. But like I'm also just a bit of an outsider in any friend group I’m in. Family too. I know that they love me, but I'm not as close to everyone as they they are to each other. It's changing a bit with everything going on; and since I’ve been able to join family Zoom more regularly. But it's still there in my head. I still sometimes feel like a bumblebee buzzing around, trying to bop my way into being fully accepted as part of the group. Again, I know that no one does this on purpose and I really am loved. Sometimes there’s just history and bonds and whatever else that you just can’t compete with.

There's work too. I know I'm a good bartender. And people like me as one. But why am I doing it? I went to college but I was a complete mess with zero clue who fell for a boy and never even thought about the future. So I dropped out. I could have been somebody. Like my cousins.

I've always just kind of felt l’m floating along in life. Just sort of hovering around, never really having a place in life. Just. Always slightly unsure. Slightly on the outside.

[rinrinx2]

Can you do smut Rindou x reader when she teased him so much when he was on work that he just called her pretending that he is sick so she went to see is he okey and he just wanted to fuck her. And Ran, Koko and Sanzu came into room while they were making out.

Hope you like it <3

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Fake sick

Rindou x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, orgasm, creampie, teasing, Ran, Sanzu, koko

Rindou and you had this ongoing game where you would accidentally drop pens and have to pick bend over with your short skirt to pick them up, or accidentally wear white shirts and have water spill all over the front revealing your lacey bra, an ongoing game of how much you could sexually frustrate Rindou.

And thus far you were winning this game, Rindou would always be leaving the office much earlier with a tent pitched I his trousers, but these games didn't just exist within in the office.

There would be nights you would accidentally send him pictures of you splayed out in lingerie that left little to the imagination. Teasing him on, just to see his reaction.

This game you enjoyed so much, loving the power you had over Rindou all from him seeing you semi nude. The feeling of how easily he got hard for you excited you immensely.

So, when Ran had told you that today his younger brother was not going to be in work due to him being ill a feeling of sadness.

"His really that sick?" You asked Ran for must of been the 10th time that day.

"He really isn't coming in (Y/N)-chan"

"But if you're feeling lonely you can always accompany me" Ran said with a smirk, eyeing your physique up and down.

"I think I hear my phone ringing actually" you replied walking away from the awkwardly turned conversation you were having with Ran.

You quickly walked over towards your desk, sitting down with a sigh. You looked over the papers on your desk deciding that you would have a productive day since Rindoubwas not there, but the more you tried your best to focus the more your mind wondered.

With every page of work you completed another wave of thoughts of Rindou flooded your head.

Finally after an hour of this torture you had enough. Grabbing your bag and keys you headed out of the office.

"Where are you going (Y/N)- chan?" Kakuchou asked as he watched you hurriedly walk down the office corridors.

"I think I'm going to check up on Rindou, Ran said his very ill today"

"Oh well tell him I send him my regards" Kakucho said with a smile.

You were always amazed with how sweet and understanding Kakucho was with you, and you were so grateful that he allowed you to just leave in situations like these without much questions.

You patiently sat in the cab, trying your best not to ask the driver to pick up his speed but thankfully your prays where answered when you arrived at the familiar house of Rindou Haitani.

You stood by the door adjusting your pencil skirt about to ring the doorbell when the door already flew open.

Rindou stood before you, not looking sick at all, with the biggest smirk on his face.

"I was expecting you" Rindou said moving out the way allowing you to enter his home.

"I thought you were sick" you said walking into Rindous living room.

"I was sick" he replied nonchalantly, taking a seat on the couch you sat on.

"I was sick of your teasing" Rindou said leaning I'm closer to your face, so close that you could smell the mint on his breathe.

"So I've decided to get my revenge, and you fell for my trap" Rindou said with a snicker, his handing sliding up towards your cheek, now holding your face as he peered deep into your eyes.

You held your breath so hypnotized by Rindou's actions.

"You must really care deeply for me to come all this way..." Rindou said coming closer the gap between the two of you nearly being closed.

You felt as your heart race was beginning to speed up and your hands felt clamy.

"Or you must really be missing seeing my dick hard"

"So, which one is it (Y/N)-chan" Rindou said as you felt his free hand grab yours and guide it over the massive bulge in his Grey sweat pants.

Rindou tilted his head slightly to the side watching as your facial expression, how you eyes became darker with lust yet your body remained hesitant.

You watched that snarky smirk on Rindous face deepen while you remained like a deer in the headlights.

'Is this how Rindou feels' you thought, as your felt your core slicken from Rindous actions.

"You want me to choose which one?" Rindou asked, but before you could answer his lips were on yours.

Feeling his soft lips against yours, molding to yours. Feeling as the hand that had guided yours was on your waist while the other that was on your cheek, gripped your face in place while his lips devoured you.

Rindou slipped his tongue into your mouth with ease, feeling how you hungrily accepted him. Rindou could sense the need within you, how you craved to have his erect cock push against your plush walls.

Rindou pulled away, eyes quickly flickering down to the string of saliva that still connected the two of you.

"So are we going to fuck are do you want to still play dumb?" Rindou asked.

You quickly stood up from the couch, as Rindou watched.

Leaning his head back against the couch, Rindou watched as you bent forward pulling your panties down.

"Mmm yummy" Rindou commented as he noted the massive wet spot on your panties.

You watched as Rindou pulled his hard cock out of his sweat pants. Your eyes went big taking in Rindou's size, he was massive with a thick vein on his underside that traveled to his tip that was leaking pre-cum.

"You gonna stare at it you jump on it?"

The more you looked at Rindou with that snarky smirk the more you liked it.

You quickly want back to the couch, but instead of sitting on the spot you were, you were now hovering over Rindou's cock, as his hands came to your waist.

You patiently waited for him to sink his cock into you.

You felt helpless, needing to feel Rindou inside you, so close yet so far. Maybe this was his punishment from you always teasing him, he was going to make you wait until he felt like fucking you.

Then you felt it, Rindou's thick cock head slide in-between your puffy pussy lips. Feeling as he slipped into your tight pussy hole, as he let out a sigh of pleasure.

You watched as Rindou's face scrunched with pleasure. Rindou kept his cock inside you for a moment, savoring the way your pussy hugged his cock so perfectly.

"Promise me you'll stop teasing me at work, and I'll fuck this pussy so good"

You let out moans of pleasure as Rindou's arms wrapped around your waist, swaying the two of your back and forth while his cock was still buried inside you. Feeling the way his cock barely nudged inside you was driving you wild while Rindou patiently awaited your answer.

"I pro-omise" you stuttered as Rindou's cock massaged your inside, with every sway back and forth.

Just as the words left your mouth, Rindou stopped his swaying, and gave a hard thrust straight into your cunt.

"Ah" you hiccuped out.

Rindou's cock pulled out of you only to be shoved deep inside of you. Over and over Rindou fucked you, until all you could feel was his cock rubbing against your walls and his cock head nudging that spot deep inside you.

"Rindou" you moaned out.

Rindou laughed out at your reaction. Rindou's laughs were cut short as your pussy clamped down hard on his cock.

"Shit" Rindou said under his breath.

Rindou began to pick up his pace, bow rutting into your pussy like a madman. The only noises being heard throughout Rindou's massive house was your moans and the sound of his balls hitting your wet pussy.

Rindou wasn't sure how much longer he could last in your clamping cunt, as he could feel the semen in shaft just aching to spill out into your cunt.

Rindou began massaging your breast through your shirt. The sensation of Rindou's rough hands man handling your chest was making you go insane, along with the way his pelvis with rubbing against your cunt was bringing you closer and closer.

"I'm gon-na cum" you moaned out.

"Good let go and cum for me" Rindou said encouraging you to release your orgasm on his cock.

Rindou thrusts were becoming sloppy until finally you felt hot semen shoot into you, Rindou's hips stuttered, causing them to rub vigorously against your cunt causing your own release to occur.

As Rindou was releasing the last of his cum, you cunt clamped down on him causing Rindou to cum more as your cunt milked him.

"Rinnie" you moaned out letting your orgasm wash over you, while Rindou held your back for support burying his face in your chest as his high came down.

You and Rindou remained like that until you finally caught your breath. You looked at Rindou and he looked back at you, the now snarky smirk was a soft smile. You leaned forward placing a soft kiss on Rindou's lips.

Just as you pulled away from Rindou you heard the front door swing open.

"Hey Rinnie we brought you a little get well basket. It has apples, a little water bottle and those cookies you like" Ran said pointing to the various items in the basket not even noting that you were there.

"Ran" Koko said nudging him, as he walked behind the older Haitani but was quick to realize the situation.

"What?" Ran said looking up to see you and Rindou.

"Why we all standing by the door way, what's happening?" Sanzu said as he finally entered.

"Oh shit! Your brother fucked (Y/N)" Sanzu laughed out.

"You owe me a 100 Rannie boy"

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[defiantsuggestions]

"No one who really loves you would ever be abusive"

Stop. Stop it. Stop.

Yes, sometimes it's increadably healthy and good for someone to realize that the person hurting them doesn't actually love them. Yes, a lot of people have found healing, and the power to let someone go with that realization. Yes, you personally might have benefited from this mindset.

And good for you, if you did. That's honistly amazing. You should be proud of yourself, you went through something unimaginably hard.

However; insisting that every instance of abuse requires an abuser be incapable of love for their victim means that it is dangerously easy for someone in that situation to think, "well, obviously they love me, therefore I am not being abused."

Yes, people who abuse others are awful.

They are, however, also people. They are people, not some inhuman, unknowable force, and therefore they are all different.

In spaces where I've shared my experiences with other survivors of abuse, I have many times had the notion that, "they never REALLY loved you, it was all a lie, just a sick game on their part" shoved down my throat by people who did not live my life and who know nothing about me personally. And multiple times, when I've corrected them, I've been talked down to, mocked, pitied for my naivety, and on occasion straight up attacked.

I find this behavior shitty.

For a couple reasons.

First of all, I didn't always recognize I was being abused. This took me time to learn, time to accept, time to process. If I'd have tried to find support way back when I was first figuring out how fucked up my situation was, that would have set me back. That would have supported the nonsense my abusers were telling me, about how they loved me and that the suffering they caused was normal, non-abusive behavior. It would have harmed me further. I would have believed I was being abused, but not if that meant I wasn't loved.

Second, their love is interwoven into my lived experience. I know they loved me. To have a stranger come up and tell me I must not know what love is, to tell me that I must not know what it is to love or be loved and if I believed what I was saying, then I must not know what I'm talking about and I must be stupid for believing otherwise.

"Abusers are incapable of love" should not be the narrative.

(Worth noting; assuming that abusers are incapable of love leads to the thought that, "people incapable of love must be abusive" which is ableist and full of problems in of itself)

The narrative should be, "love isn't enough to erase the actions of an abuser."

It's not a matter of love. So what if they love you deep down?! It's not stopping them from hurting you! You deserve better. The presence of love doesn't grant them permission to treat you like dirt!

People can love you for the wrong reasons.

Love doesn't fix everything. It's not a magical essence that makes everything suddenly alright.

Yes, there are abusers out there who never loved their victims. Yes, there are victims that take comfort in the realization that love was never present.

But this is not the only narrative, and pretending that it is isn't going to help every victim you come across.

People can love you for the wrong reasons. People can love you and not actually care if you're suffering. You have every fucking right to leave them if they are hurting you. It doesn't matter if they love you. Whether or not they love you shouldn't even be part of the equation.

How many people out there agonize over whether their abuser loves them or not? How many people stay in the relationship because they can't decide if the love is genuine? How many people sit and hold on to, "what if my parents/friend/significant other loves me? Should I really be so quick to leave?"

Abuse is abuse. It doesn't matter if there is love present. There can be love present, I've seen it happen. Insisting that it's impossible so viciously is talking over other victims who suffered through different experiences than you.

And it's so important to have the lesson out there that even if someone loves you, their love doesn't matter if they are willfully, purposely, repeatedly, unapologetically, hurting you.

You can leave, even if there is love. You should leave, even if there is love. Love doesn't make an abusive relationship okay.

You deserve better. You deserve to be safe, and happy, and away from the people who insist on hurting you. Don't let love hold you back from getting free of abuse.

[doublel27]

@melodrama-lorde had some great tags on this post from @lonestardaily

Here's the thing, yes, feeding people is one of Carlos's love languages because he spends most of his time feeding the people that matters. We see it from the fish all the way through to the snacks at the engagement announcment, it matters to Carlos to create food for the people he loves.

However, just because TK struggles with the actual process of MAKING food (Ronen said so) doesn't mean it's not also one of his love languages.

I'm gonna start with season three and work backward, but when in the Coma Carol, TK envisions making cookies with his mom as his happy place. Not only that, but they also talk about him burning his mouth on hamatachen as a kid and in 3x08 we establish that Spring Street dim sum is THEIR place and it keeps coming around through the season, as part of their love. He's thrilled about being thanked in snickerdoodles, enough to argue to Nancy that the snickerdoodles as thanks make up for the not ideal working situation. We also see it crop up as he asks his dad to join them for dinner as above. Also in 3x12, when Owen is potentially springing himself, Catherine and Shady Sadie on them, TK feels there's not enough food in the house and immediately heads out to get pho. We won't talk about how that ends, but him physically going and getting food is a sign of caring and affection. Additionally, in 3x11, we see TK making a salad for Carlos who is having a full on spiral (that Carlos is pretending isn't happening). I think this is maybe the only time we ever see TK preparing food for anyone. When Carlos is in distress over the terrible SWATing call, TK goes as far as physically cutting vegitables (please check the TK Can Make: tag on my blog for the many lists of things the fandom feels he can make) for Carlos, which is such an act of love.

TK asks his dad out for food four times in the series, twice in 2x10 when he's struggling. Sometimes it's to go get food, and other's it's because Carlos is cooking, yeah, but Carlos is an amazing cook and TK is. We also see in 3x17 that TK alerts Carlos to choice meals at the firehouse, so that Carlos can decide if he needs to call in a Code 7 at the firehouse. I have a feeling Carlos has also called a Code 7 to meet the paramedic crew for lunch if TK texts about it.

He's also very receptive every time Carlos cooks for him. The look on TK's face when he walks into the condo in 2x12 and realizes Carlos roasted a chicken for him. The look on his face kicks me in the chest every time. He's so awed and in love.

And I answered it in a meta on 1x02 earlier today, but I think one of the reasons TK takes the fish and the bread and everything so seriously is because he recognizes food as a love language. TK values the time and energy it takes to feed someone and he reacts so strongly to the food because he KNOWS it's more than just a meal based on what he sees in front of him. Someone who didn't speak this love language might not have had the same thought. It's also why TK doesn't believe Carlos when Carlos tries to downplay the significance of what he's done.

It's a point he makes to the 126 games crew in 2x01, that Carlos, his boyfriend, takes the time and energy to offer them his home and FEED them. I think it's significant that he includes that because he sees that part. He goes shopping with Carlos at the farmer's market for food that maybe he won't prepare, but the act of sharing this part of the process is infused with love. And even when TK's depressed and doesn't want to eat, he still values Carlos going out of his way to feed him anyways.

And just...yeah, TK also loves through food. So him continually inviting Owen out for food, and getting upset that one time he tries to get his dad to eat at the firehouse and Owen lies and says he went and grabbed a burger from a place TK has asked him to go before and he didn't (Owen was actually sick off the chemo), well that's him trying his best to love his dad.

[forthechubbies]

Mrs. Jeon Vol.5

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, Oh no, Jungkook, you're yandere is showing! Colorful words and smooching!

Duos• Yandere Jungkook! X Chubby! Reader

Author notes; I'm losing faith in this story. It's boring. Sorry for it being short.

Vol.6

“ I want to be yours forever, Kookie.”

You muttered into the crook of my neck, although we were alone. You in my arms, so delicate and fragile I thought you might break if I held on to you too tight...That-That twilight, I told you my happiness, vulnerability, and dreads, and you did the same. You feared thunderstorms due to a tragedy out of your control; you hate yourself for not possessing dreams to achieve….You still believe in fairytales despite your childhood being long gone.

You said these things yourself-of your own free will, so WHY are you pretending as if those deep conversations never happened. Like we never met like we never kissed like we never….loved. How could you treat your husband this way! The man who would put the barrel of a gun to his temple and pull the trigger without hesitation all for you, I would do anything for you just to look at me with the same love drowned expression from our wedding night. Please- For the first time, You might be the first woman who didn't give a damn about my title; hell, you haven't even heard of my name.

Or is this some type of sick game to you? Hopping from man to man like the pretty slut you are-Ha if that's the case, I'm competitive, babe, and I don't lose.

v^√√v^──√v^√v^──√v^√√v^──˗ˋˏ°♡ ❤ ♡°ˎˊ˗v ^√√v^──√v^√v^──√v^√√v^──

Narrative's Pov

You didn't sleep a wink-well; you wouldn't allow yourself rather. Sleeping in a foreign environment isn't as content as it's crack out to be; being marooned on the island of Korea's prettiest flowers intensifies your stress level; you fear if any atoms were to give way, the whole house would wake up. Still, this foolish notion faded after stubbing your pinky toe followed by an ugly cry.

Still, Insomnia kept your eyelids peeled even after you abusing Jungkook's shower and covered your skin in the finest silk robe Jungkook's money could buy. Few hours in, you were bored and, quite frankly, a little bit hungry. Creakkk. Nothing to your left and nothing stood on your right-!

You sucked in your breath and held it tight. Jimin stood weakly but alert? His eyes were closed, and his head falls back at a tilt with his plump lips slightly agape. He snored.

" He's sleepwalking" You made sure to your voice low. It's dangerous to wake a sleepwalker, your uncertain why but not curious enough to find out first hand. You simply took his hand and leading back to bed. It's wasn't until you sat him down his head fell forward into your bosom.

"Mmm." He humbled in delight, mistaking your pillows for his own. Before things got out of hand. You laid Jimin down and watched him curl up to an actual pillow making it another one of his victims.

Your starting to see where Jungkook gets his oddness from.

GROWLL

Ah yes, Your solo kitchen expedition, but it looks like one beat you to the punch. Buddha Chips, Kimbaps, bottles of green teas, and assorted Korean sweets abandon on the sofa with the backdoor opened...

"Mmm!" A huge hand wrapped your mouth. Jungkook's face came into the corner of your eye.

“Please don't scream if you do; you'll wake up my hyungs, and they get crabby when their beauty sleep is disturbed, especially Jin-Hyung. So, I'm going to let go you go now, okay?"

Jungkook didn't release his grip until you obliged.

" Thank you...." Jungkook circled around you to the island inside the kitchen. " You look amazing, by the way. "

It is hard to endure his flatter without being affected, but a pink tint on your cheek gave you away.

" It's the only thing I had to wear.. besides your clothes." You muttered the last bit.

" You could have worn my mines. I wouldn't have mine, plus I did be a treat seeing you in my oversized clothes."

Who has the energy to be this cheeky at this time of night?!

You ignored him and went about your mission to get some food and off to bed! not acknowledge his likes!

But you know what you did? You fed into his crazed nonsense and ended up sitting on the backyard bench underneath the starry night with eating cup ramen. Frighteningly, the soft melting sense in your heart felt intimate in your memories. You sit on your knees and listening to Jungkook speak passionately about his career and apologizing for not telling you but not apologizing for kidnapping you?. Eventually, the subject to you and well.

“Why did you kidnap me?" Finally, the question we've all been asking-

"I felt like it." What?! Jungkook's reaction to the million-dollar question was nonchalant; he easily brushed it off, having more trouble slipping up the leftover sauce and ramen bits at the bottom of his cup.

You knew he was bullshiting you coming from his bitter tone, but not an idea went through your mind how to get him to-

Smack!

"Did you just hit me?!" Jungkook groaned at his stinging back.

" You don't just drag someone across seas just because you feel like it!"

Jungkook got in your face just as you did him. " Yes, you do! The way you feel like hopping up and abandoning me that night."

You stared at the tip of his nose against yours. " I-Jungkook.-"

"What" He spat. "Got nothing to say, huh?"

"It was a mistake, The marriage; we shouldn't have let it get that far."

His eyes darken, and sanity leaked out with every passing heartless drivel; jungkook cheeks redden for anger and frustration, his jaw clenched, veins throb.

" Here."

You flinched, baffled by the kimbap he offered for you to take.

“You haven't eaten since you got here. I'm going to bed. I got practice tomorrow.”

Jungkook meticulously pecked your lips goodnight leaving you dumbstruck. You watched his muscular back disappear into the beach house or fancy prison cell.

[winterstorm032802]

Random things

Alphinaud: We're not dating!

Nora: Not with that attitude we're not

~

Nora: All things considered, it didn’t work out too badly.

Alphinaud:

Nora:

Alphinaud: We saw ourselves die.

Nora:

Alphinaud: Twice!

~

Alphinaud: Remember that old saying, “If at first you don’t succeed…”

Nora: “Try to pretend it never happened.”

~

Alphinaud: We either die free, or die trying!

Nora: Are those the only choices?

~

Alphinaud: So what’s the plan?

Nora: I don’t know. You’re smart, Alisaie is mean, come up with something

~

Alisaie: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Nora: It's not water.

Alisaie: Vodka! I like your sty-

Nora: It's vinegar

Alphinaud: ...What?

Nora: It's vinegar *chugs it*

~

Alphinaud: I thought that maybe-

Nora: *cuts Alphinaud off by kissing him*

Alphinaud: -you’d love me again.

Nora: Who says I stopped?

Alisaie: Awwwww!

Alphinaud:

Nora:

Alisaie: I ruined the moment...

~

Nora: I said I wasn’t gonna cry...

Alphinaud: But you’re not crying

Nora: I know. It’s called strength

~

Alphinaud: Oh, sorry, didn’t you hear? Estinien wants a “different lifestyle”

Nora: Well, he's got to learn that there is only one lifestyle: Work hard, then die.

Alphinaud:

Nora: It’s the Eorzea Dream

~

Alisaie: I think Nora just said something really smart

Nora: Sorry?

~

Nora: How stupid do you think I am?!

Thancred: You really want an honest answer to that?

Nora: I will end you

~

Alphinaud: *after confessing to Nora* Any questions?

Nora: Yeah, I have a lot of questions

Alphinaud: ?

Nora: Number one. How dare you?

~

Zenos: You'd be stupid to lay a hand on me

Nora: Oh, you'd be surprised how much stupid s**t I do

Alphinaud: It's amazing and yet concerning

~

Alphinaud: This is either madness or brilliance

Nora: It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide

~

Nora: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules

Alisaie: What?

Nora: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

~

Nora: I was like, I’m gonna wake up early and do things!

Alphinaud: What happened?

Nora: I woke up early

Alphinaud: Yes?

Nora: I did not do things

~

Alphinaud: Nora was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Nora: Well, they shouldn't say "all you can eat" if they don't mean it.

Alphinaud: Nora, you ate a chair

~

Alphinaud: They must be pretty messed up, emotionally.

Nora: They are. More than I am, which is saying a lot.

Alisaie: It really is

Nora: I’m kind of offended you agreed so easily

Alisaie: I had to be real with you

~

Alphinaud: ARE YOU CRAZY?!

Nora: YES!

~

Nora: Nothing left to do here but get depressed

~

Nora: Hahaha... hahahaha... hahahahaha...

Alphinaud: Haha… Is this a good laugh or a bad laugh..? Hahaha...

Nora: Hahaha... AHAHAHAHAhahaha...

Alphinaud: Haha... Well, the longer it goes on, the more I think it’s a bad laugh...

~

After meeting for the first time

Emet-Selch: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING IGNORED!

Nora: I wish we could ignore you.

Emet-Selch: F**K OFF!

...

Alphinaud: Why do antagonize him like that? You know he can kill you, right?

Nora: At this point, it’s a game. If he gives in, I win, and he knows that

~

Gaius: You... Elezen... Heal me.

Alphinaud: Oh I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time hearing you over the sound of all of the people's blood on your hands

Gaius: Oh no... do not be that person right now

Alphinaud: Oh, I’m going to be that person right now

Gaius: I, am LITERALLY going to die!

Alphinaud: Well, how about this: I’ll heal you, on one condition...

Gaius: And that is?

Alphinaud: Say my name

Gaius: Oh... uhhhhhhh...

Alphinaud: You don’t even know my name

Gaius: OH! I-I do! It’s, uh... Um, uh... Warrior... of Light's friend?

Alphinaud: Hahahahahahaha - No. No - it’s Alphinaud. Say “Alphinaud”

Gaius: Alphinaud

Alphinaud: Now say, “Please heal me, Alphinaud.”

Gaius: Please heal me, Alphinaud

Alphinaud: Well, since you asked so nicely... *walks away*

Gaius: Come back, magic boy...

~

Zenos: Looks like this isn't your lucky day.

Nora: I don't believe in stuper-stition.

Zenos: ...How has Gaius had this much trouble killing you?

Nora: I'm very stubborn

~

Gaius: You...healed me.

Alphinaud: Of course I did. I’m a nice person

Gaius: And now, what’s to stop me from kicking your face in?

Alphinaud: Because you touch me, and you’re not getting back up again. That’s right, I’m your Academician. And nobody messes with the Academician

~

Zenos: I'm not afraid to hit a woman

Nora: That's fine, neither am I *smirks*

~

Nora: *to the Beast Tribes* Also feel free to pray to your Gods, but spoilers... *smirks* I won't be listening

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! sorry to bother you, but could you recommend me parentlock fics or long fics? long fics doesn't have to be parent lock, it's only a topic that I am now reading, they can have different topics, sorry if my English isn't good, it's not my first language and I'm trying my best, either way thanks! I love your dedication and the work in your blog!

Hi Nonny!

Yes! I do have some Parentlock fics! I did a past list awhile ago, so I’ll take the opportunity to make this particular post a Part 2 List :)

As for Long Fics, I do have other posts for long fics as well as other asks so adding new fics will be part of those asks, but you can check out these lists for other long fics:

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Otherwise, hope you enjoy today’s additions to Parentlock!

If any of my lovelies have any others to add, please feel free to do so :)

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PARENTLOCK Pt. 2

See also:

Parentlock Pt. 1

Parentlock Post S4 (Comm. Recs)

Love Confesssions via Parentlock/Rosie (Comm. Recs.)

Parentlock - Sherlock is the Father (Comm. Recs.)

Parentlock (Alexx’s Fic Recs)

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn’t. A history of the boys, in food.

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

The Name Game by ItsClydeBitches221B (K, 8,958 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Family, Platonics / Friendship, Sort-of Parentlock, John/Mary, Mary is Nice, Five and Ones, Baby Watson, Mycroft Loves Baby Watson) – The names that baby girl Watson comes up with for her extended family. Or: how everyone—Watsons, Holmes, and others alike— just learned to give up and embrace their weirdness.

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w., 7 Ch. || Canon Compliant, POV John, Heavy Drinking, Sad/Depressed John, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunion, Foot Jobs, Blow Jobs, Infidelity, Cheating, Drug Use/Abuse, Anal, Switchlock, Rimming, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other’s arms, but as ever with these two, it’s not your typical relationship. It’s fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end.

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w., 31 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he’s given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost…magical.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. “You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie’s class and you won’t have to share a room with a stranger?” “Exactly.” Sherlock beamed at him. “Don’t worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us.”

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine’s chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn’t ask John.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he’s only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 30)

"Glue"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

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Sparking a joint on the way to see Pete at Flappers, Colson, Luna, Ashley and Dom chatter away. Talking video and music concepts still, how they think Colson's gonna do on stage and Luna's hatred for the paparazzi.

Walking in to the comedy club, Luna stops Colson. Looking up at him, she strokes his jawline with her thumb.

"You're gonna do great, Bunny." She tells him, smiling brightly as she stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

He smiles, her words calming him. "Thanks, Kitten." He replies, bending down for her to reach him.

"And did you know.." She continues as she laces her fingers into his "Holding hands syncs up the heart, becoming a natural anxiety reducer?"

He laughs, always amused at her knowledge. "Then I'm glueing our fucking hands together!" He exclaims to her laughter, as they continue inside, holding hands.

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Once inside, Pete comes out to greet them, giving Luna a big hug. She winces in pain. "Ohhh!! That's right!! Dirty Fucking Harriet over here, leading the anti-deportation railroad!" He teases her. Making Colson, Ashley and Dom laugh.

"Fuck you." She says smirking. Then with wide eyes, knowing her friend too well. "Don't you fucking use that in your set!"

Pete strokes his chin. "I just might." He says smiling down at her.

"Fucking Asshole." She laughs, shoving him with her good arm.

"Alright, alright." He says, throwing his hands up. "Lemme get this Sicko set up." Referring to Colson.

"Break a leg, Bitch!!" Luna says to Pete, hugging him again. She turns to Colson. He's gripping her hand.

Giving him a knowing smile and That One Look he loves so much, all she says is "Great." Before squeezing his hand and kissing him.

"FUUUCCCKK. I don't think I've ever been this nervous before." He thinks following Pete. Even though he's naturally funny, stand up is completely out of Colson's realm

Luna, Ashley and Dom find their table.

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"And now, we'd like to welcome, for the first time ever to Flapper's stage... MGK!!!"

The crowd claps as Luna stands up. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, clapping hard as he comes on stage. She grins, as he starts, knowing his nervousness. She watches him, through her camera.

"So, I'm up here" he looks down, moving and adjusting the mic around. "Because I lost a bet because I can't keep my clothes on." Luna laughs as other women cat call him. He blushes and laughs as he continues "I have a 9yr old daughter, so I may tell some dad jokes. So, bear with me, please." The crowd and Luna laugh. She can see him loosening up. *CLICK* "Aight, check it, this one of our favorites..." He continues.

"The secret service isn't allowed to yell "Get down!" anymore when the president is about to be attacked. Now they have to yell "Donald, DUCK!" The crowd erupts as he lays another one, relieved and smiling. *CLICK*

"Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?.... Because the pee is silent." He laughs at himself with the rest of the room. Luna's watching him intently, moving around slyly. *CLICK* Colson sees the wrap it up signal from side stage.

"Ok..ok..one more, one more.. What does a zombie vegetarian eat?" He asks himself. Putting his arms out, hanging his tongue, he growls "GRRRAAAAAIIIINNNNS!” *CLICK*CLICK*CLICK* The crowd loses it. "Thank you! Thank you!" He says beaming before walking off stage. *CLICK*

"Ladies and gentleman, MGK!!!" The crowd erupts with cheers.

Luna heads back to Dom and Ashley. The girls look at each other with the same thought. "He was fucking GREAT!!" They shout in unison, laughing. They ALMOST share the same brain at this point in life.

"BUNNYYYY!" Luna shouts, jumping into his arms as Colson walks over to their table. "AMAZING!!!" She beams, kissing him all over. "You feel alright?" She asks him.

Looking into her eyes grinning he responds "Kitten, I FEEEEL WONDERFUL tonight. All I need is you and a drink." Adrenaline still flowing from the stage through him.

Heart racing from his special words she thinks to herself "I FUCKING LOVE HIM!!"

"Let's get you that drink, then." She smiles sliding off of him and grabbing his hand.

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Pete goes on as they get back to their table. He really enjoyed watching Colson sweat and is on fire himself. He runs through anything and everything. Trump, Ariana... He bust Loius CK's balls, both personally and publicly. Saying that he rathers offering girls weed in his hand. Over his weiner. He's killing the crowd. Then he steps in with.. "So, I've got this friend, a tiny, little white girl, just like me... Woooh!" He purses his lips and pretends to curl his hair with his finger. The crowd laughs, her table even harder as they glance at her.

"Oh, FUCK." Luna thinks to herself. Shaking her head, as she rolls her eyes with a smirk.

"She thinks she the Dirty Harriet of the anti-deportation railroad." He continues, walking around the stage. "She says to me while we're gettin high one day, talking about the ICE situation..." Pete changes his voice and wiggles his fingers, looking like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. "We could use teamwork, get a train and save alll the little children." He laughs, continuing, "I look over." He starts pointing. "And this Bitch has Dora the Explorer on the TV and Thomas the Train on her laptop and The FUCKING Wonder Pets on her phone. She's SO fucking high, that she's doing a Dora/Thomas/WonderPets CROSSOVER!!" He stops and looks at the crowd sideways. Continuing, "I wanted to say 'TURN OFF NICK JR, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!!!' But I was so HIGH, all I could ask was..." Dropping his voice. "'Can I be the conductor?'." He laughs at himself with everyone else. "Fucking white people, Man..." He finishes shaking his head to an erupting crowd.

"Thissss MOTHERFUCKER." Luna laughs to herself, shaking her head as she drops it into her hands.

Pete ends his set flawlessly.

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After Pete finishes, he meets up with his friends. They greet him with cheers. "Yo! You KILLED IT tonight, Dawg!" Colson tells him, slapping his hand while pulling him in for a hug.

"Funny as Fooking hell, Mate!!" Dom chimes in.

"Great set, Pete!" Ashley agrees, hugging him.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Pete grins, looking at Luna as he swigs his beer. She has that 'I may fuck you up' smile on her face that he knows oh, so well. "You know you set yourself up." He states to her with a grin.

She's grinning back. "Enh. I'd be more pissed of there wasn't any truth to the Nick Jr bit." Both of them bursting out laughing to the inside joke. "Where you staying tonight, Petey?" She then asks, nodding her head as she swigs her beer.

"Uhhh..."

"With us." Colson says, grabbing Luna and Pete around the neck with his arms, pulling them in close.

"Yeah, I just gotta meet my manager by 3P..."

Deciding to head back to Ashley's, Colson declares "WE OUT!!" as they exit the club.

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Back at Ashley's they drink some more, burn A LOT, A LOT, laugh and play a VERY intense game of Trouble. Colson and Dom agree they're going to do the open call for their video. Over dinner, they had titled the track "I Think I'm Okay". Luna and Ashley are in love with it, encouraging the guys to play it for Pete. HE fucking LOVES it too. This prompts Colson to play "Bad Things" for them. No one's heard it yet outside of the band.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING SICK!!!" Ashley shouts after she watches Luna and Colson twist and dance around each other to the beat, singing to the other along the track. It reminds her of herself and Gerald sadly, as the others listen. "THAT'S gonna be a Fucking hit!!" She shakes her head, pointing her index finger knowingly in delight.

Pete agrees "That's fucking gnarly!! And so different for the both of you." He observes. Luna and Colson beam together, thanking them, while she's tucked under his arm.

"Bet-ah every time I Fooking hear it, Mate!!" Dom tells Colson. Luna cocks her head up.

"I played it for him the other night." Colson says to a nodding Luna.

They hang out for a bit more before Luna changes into a pair of boy shorts and an old oversized Carolina hoodie, signaling that they're heading out.

Ashley congrats both Pete and Colson on their sets with hugs. Dom with hugs and kisses. Luna and Ashley smooch, making plans to meet up over the weekend.

"I'm starving." Luna states as they head to The Benz. Colson tosses her the keys.

"Then you drive."

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Luna doesn't support hateful organizations but she's starving and Chick-Fil-A is the first thing she sees. Pulling in they order almost EVERYTHING off of the menu. Luna hate-liking her food. She fires up a joint to ease her guilt as she pulls them out.

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Colson's drunk and aggressive when they hit the bedroom. He started pawing her once they left Flappers. She had popped 2 percs before eating, in anticipation. As he throws her on the bed, she's credits herself.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, you Brooklyn BITCH." He slurs as he pulls her shorts off with her panties. Luna beats him to the jump, pulling her own hoodie and bra off for him, protecting her wound. "I love your fucking titties!!" He declares drunkenly, diving into her chest face first, knocking her onto the bed. She laughs, trying not to wince, as she holds his head by his hair, positioning herself comfortably on the bed. He's sucking all over her breasts. Tonguing each piercing before moving up her neck to her mouth. "I FUCKING WANT YOU." He demands, pushing his solid dick against her. Hard. He pulls her arms up above her head with his hands. Holding her hostage, sucking on her neck, as she wraps her silky legs around his long body in pleasure. Not caring about the pain in her shoulder as she arches her back with a purr. Still holding both wrists but with one BIG hand, he slides the index finger of his other between her lips. "Mmmmm... Dirty girl." He says, pleased with her wetness. He lets go of her wrists, throwing her legs over his shoulders quickly. Then he grabs her wrists again with one hand, using the other to guide himself into her. A moan escapes her as he enters her. Fully. She arches her back, pushing her hips into him, settling him deep inside her. They both groan in pleasure as he hits his Home.

Hands pinned above her head, with his dick filling her, Luna feels like she's tripping. He's so big that she can cum by just tightening herself around him. He feels her clench and shake in pleasure before he begins to pump. Feeling her heart racing through his chest. He takes her ankles with her wrists, over her head and pounds into her hard. Rocking her like a Fucking chair.

"Unnhhhhh. Bunnny!" She breathes in heavy as his dick pounds her wet pussy.

"Like that, hunh!" He demands pounding himself into her. Panting as she pushes her hips up against him. He lets her right leg go, she pushes off the bed, relieving her shoulder as she fucks him sideways. Swirling her hips and grinding on him harder. The switch intensifies both of them. Bucking against him with half her body in the air, they're clawing at each other.

"I'm going, Bunny!" She cries out.

"NO, you ain't!!" He tells her, biting the thigh next to his face.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" She screams bucking harder against him.

"Hold it." He demands, pounding into her harder.

"My fucking vagina is going to fall off." Luna is convinced. Mind hysterical in pleasure.

He holds one ankle next to his cheek, kissing it, as her other leg is wrapped around him. She's pumping into his slamming rythym. He lets go of her other leg. She slides it around him as he slides his hands around her throat to her pleasure. She's bucking against him. Fast, hungry and hard. He slides his hands off her throat, up the sides of her face. Big hands cradling her delicate face and pleading eyes. Fucking her hard. "Do it." He tells her, pulling her body hard into him by her neck and skull. Slamming into him, she follows his direction. It's ONLY in the bedroom, does Luna do what she's told. Bucking hard, she tightens around him as he throbs and fills her.

""FUUUCKKKKKK!!!!" She cries out. Still swirling her pussy around his cock in pleasure. "Fuck shit, Bunny..." She happily purrs, shifting her shoulder under his weight. SO fucking thankful for Percocet.

"You're my dirty, little whore." Colson giggles, burying his drunk face into her right shoulder. Her legs are wrapped around him and she's trying not to laugh, not wanting to push him out. His drunk ass is dumb and cute and she can't help it.

"Oh NO!! You kicked me out!" He cries out, visibly devastated.

Laughing, she pulls him close to her. "Oh, Bunny, Come'er." She kisses him sweetly before he lays his drunken face and WHOLE body weight upon her chest and breasts. She shifts, dying, even with both 30s. Happily dying underneath him. Nevertheless.

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To be continued.....

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September Song (2/3)

I’m sorry @kitten-wrath that this took so long, but I do hope you like it. @hoodoo12 @xerxezra thanks for brainstorming with me. Also, Ice Cream Rick belongs @porkchop-ao3. References to the flowers can be found here (The Language Of Flowers) and pizza rolls here (Sick Day)

Also, special thanks go to @her-victori for reading a majority of my fics in a short span of time. You Rock! As well to random anons who leave me sweet words in my ask box.

If you haven't read the first part of this fic then here's the link. (Read Part1 Here)

In this fic the reader tries to be more reserved and mature for Rick, but what will he think?

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Chapter 2: These Precious Days

The mom and pop ice cream parlor which could be found at the edge of town offered over twenty flavors and twice as many topping options. Rick thought you'd prefer this quiet atmosphere over the crowd that would've surrounded Ice Cream Ricks truck in the Citadel; he was right. Though it really was a shame since Ice Cream Rick was actually pretty nice. After ordering, you two sat by the window with the best view of a lonely backroad and a white GMC truck.

“I-I-I like that you went for the rainbow jimmies.” Rick commented as he popped a mini gummy bear into his mouth.

“Hmm? Yeah, I like the texture.”

Which was true, but it wasn't the whole truth. You loved sprinkles on just about any dessert they could be placed on. They were fun, colorful, and your dad's favorite topping. They reminded you of good times. You continued. “And they're a classic. Wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I do. Would you say that y-your favorite flavor?”

Savoring the flavor of your chocolate ice cream, you nodded. “Yeah.”

Smiling softly, he seemed to be ruminating on this information, before storing it away and eating a spoonful of his pistachio ice cream. After a little while, he managed to get a bit of it on the side of his mouth, which made you giggle. And because old habits die hard, you picked up a napkin and wiped his face clean. Under your fingertips, his skin had that masculine roughness that came from constant shaving. Of course, you were familiar with it, but these slight reminders that came about by chance never failed to amaze you.

However, you were quick to pull your hand back because he wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, though it seemed to have the opposite effect, with him reaching out and placing your hand back on his cheek, and leaning into it. “I'm glad y-you were able to come with me today.”

Seeing as the shop owner was in the back room, you relaxed a little. “I am too.”

Rick was always a little funny when he got sentimental, which was why it didn't surprise you too much when his eyes bore through you as he said. “Me encanta estar c-contigo.”

“Rick,” you began, wanting to let this facade go and declare every single word of affection your heart felt inclined to say, but just as soon as you thought you were going to crack, you restrained yourself, and simply said. “your ice cream is going to melt.”

Several beats of silence passed, and he acknowledged what you had said, but he went on. “You - I-I sometimes wish I could carry you in my pocket, and have you look after me all the time, but th-that's silly isn't it? It's not realistic, and that w-would be selfish.”

“If it's you, then I don't think it is. While it wouldn't necessarily be practical to miniaturize me and carry me around, isn't the beauty of a relationship knowing that you're always on someone's mind and that they are out there somewhere caring and thinking about you?”

“Certainly, but what I-I meant to say is that it'd be nice if this was our life. If I could keep y-you and if you and me ugh - all th-the time…we - if we….” he faltered, fixing his eyes on something else in the room.

“You don't mean eating ice cream do you?”

With a sigh, he relinquished the hold he had on your hand, “N-no.” and continued to eat his ice cream; resigned, and slightly embarrassed. You couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment. It's not like he wanted to say the magic words. Right?

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After ice cream, you two visited the bookstore on the corner of Kinder St and Lavue Ave; which had not only a coffee shop but a toy store connected to it. As soon as one entered into it, you were met with the latest best sellers, books on travel and wellness, as well as souvenirs; it was one of few places that didn't bother you if it was cramped. To your left next to the window were those mint boxes which said Adventure Awaits, and it filled you with gladness as picked one up; thinking of little things you'd put in it after all the mints were gone. For his part, Zeta-7 seemed to know exactly what he was going for, disappearing in the back where all the used books were. Not knowing whether to follow or look around, you just did as you pleased.

Past the Keychain holder, above the box of mini hands, you found a Mister Rogers mug. You loved that wholesome old man who used to teach lessons and play with puppets on PBS; Rick reminded you of him too. On the label, it said that when you added hot water to the mug, Mister Rogers would change from a suit jacket into his cardigan. Seeing as Zeta-7 hadn't returned yet, you decided to buy it and continued to look around until he soon returned with an older book in hand. “I-I-I hope I hadn't kept you waiting long.”

Facing the bookshelf, pulling out books that you were mildly interested in, you answered. “I knew you would show up eventually.”

Noticing the stack of books you had, he asked sweetly. “M-m-mi corazón, do you want me t-to hold those books for you? They look a-a little heavy.”

You weren't sure how long you could keep up this facade of being mature and not melting into a puddle everytime he said things like that, with him being as darling as he was. Nonetheless, you nodded and he lightened the burden on your arms.

“Wow,” he brightened. “I-I didn't know you liked Alexandre Dumas.” And picking out another book, he wondered. “Have y-you ever read this?”

“The Man In the Iron Mask? No,” you admitted sadly. “but when I was in high school I did read about a third of The Count of Monte Cristo. I even have a postcard that my old English teacher sent me from Europe that had a picture of one of the buildings that was used in the movie.”

“That's s-s-so cool. Do - do you enjoy classic literature?”

Wholeheartedly, you replied. “Isn't it the best kind?”

“I-I-I don't know,” he softened. “but I don't know what I'd do without them.”

You thought of his home library then, with its eclectic mixture of languages, colors, and topics, and it made you feel warm in your soul. “If your home library tells me anything, it's that you have a healthy appetite for books.”

He glanced at your lips after you said this, but made no attempt to follow whatever thought which might've come to mind. Instead, you two carried on a lengthy discussion on books, how many were a social commentary of the time period, and how they influenced the world you lived in. For once you didn't have to pretend you knew something you didn't, cause you did know. Quite intimately in fact. And within the small spaces between shelves and bodies, where you'd normally feel claustrophobic, you were safe amongst all the friends you had yet to meet amongst the pages, and with Zeta-7 whose warm words and tall body shielded you from the curious eyes of the cashier.

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A stack of books sat quietly in the back seat of his car. Crickets chirped, and there were random feral cats here and there, but there was only you and him as far as you were concerned. September Song by Willie Nelson played on the car radio as he led you into a natural waltz next to the town lake, and moonlight reflected in his eyes. If you hadn't been so afraid of drowning, maybe you would've preferred to dance on the dock, but like this, it felt right.

Oh, it's a long long while

From May to December

But the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns leaves to flame

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

With your head resting on his chest, he hummed along to the melody. More than once you heard a sniffle but assumed it was just Zeta-7 caught up in the moment again.

Oh the days dwindle down

To a precious few. ..

September, November. ..

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you.

These precious days

I'll spend with you.

You thought every day spent with him was precious, and you had to admit that you weren't sure at the beginning of your relationship if it would've worked out, but you were glad that the both of you took a chance, and had been pleasantly surprised ever since. And after all this time, now that it was the fall again, you wondered what the next year and the year after that would be like; the possibilities are endless. However, your train of thought was broken when Zeta-7 stopped dancing and stood there; covering his face, wanting to disappear.

“Rick?”

“I'm - I'm sorry, but I-I-I-I can't do this.”

“Can't do what?”

“I-I-I can't pretend that everything's o-okay. Something's th-the matter isn't it?”

“No there isn't.” you denied.

“Then why are y-y-you so quiet? Are w-we breaking up? Are you - are you leaving me?”

You literally wanted to smack yourself for being such an idiot. “No! Why would you think that?”

Using his phone, he paused the music and passed a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself. “Y-y-you haven't been yourself all evening. I thought for a moment that maybe th-things were alright back in the bookstore, but you - I know y-you were holding back. I know how much you love books, and writing is y-y-y-your passion, but you were hesitant in sharing your opinions on either subject. M-mi corazón,” he pleaded, the lines about his forehead and mouth deepening. “please b-be honest with me. Is this it?”

“No, it's not.”

Your plan, which you thought has been working went horribly wrong. So much for trying to act like an adult for once. Man, you only wanted to entice him, which you somewhat succeeded, but because of your stupid games, you'd led him to believe that you were unsatisfied with your relationship. If anything, you were unsatisfied with how you handled this. “Believe me Ricky, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact,” you sighed, your chest aching from the bloom of anxiety. “you've only been sweet and charming. But I….oh, I was only trying to impress you.”

“Huh? Wh-what?”

“Exactly. Whatever I thought I'd accomplish, it…..I only managed to mess it up. Again. You probably wouldn't get it,” Or maybe he would, but you weren't feeling like yourself. “but sometimes I feel like all you did was pull me out of my little bubble so I could wreak havoc. I'm not any different from hundreds of other versions of me, am I? Cause, if I'm like them, then how did I end up with you? How did I get so lucky to be with someone so wonderful? I hope they are happy because I am with you.”

With a hand pressed over his heart, a single tear made its way down his cheek. “M-me too. I'm so happy with you.”

“Somehow, despite all my inadequacies, you want me. I mean, is it stupid to believe that I just wanted to be different from all those other copies? That I just wanted you to think I was mature?”

Zeta-7 looked at you with a wistful hope in his eyes.“No, it's - it's not stupid. You - you did that f-for me?”

“Who else dear honey man of mine? Maybe it can't be helped and I'll just be what I am,” you confessed. “but for a moment I wanted to be different. So I gave myself the look and didn't overreact. And most of all, kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't get bored of my rambling. I know I talk too much.”

“N-no, that's not - have I led you t-to believe you weren't good enough?”

“Not on purpose, but I can't help but feel that way sometimes. We both know I'm not that special. I mean, the only impressive thing I've ever done is eat 37 pizza rolls, and not kill the flowers you gave me. I'm so sorry,” you cried, “I'm sorry you got stuck with an idiot.”

He pulled you in for a tight embrace, smoothing out your hair. “D-don't ever say that.” he cooed. “You're - you're clever, lovely, and always give me something t-t-to smile about.”

“Anyone can do that.”

Pulling back a little, he gave your shoulder a squeeze and softened. “N-no, not at all. Y-you give away dreams, smiles, and kindness. You're reliable, and I-I can trust you. And there is no one in the universe th-that could compare t-to you when it comes to being the perfect woman. If anything, I'm th-the defect here.”

“No, you're perfect Ricky.”

Placing a lock of hair behind your ear, he continued. “I'm glad y-you think so, but this isn't a-about me. You - you dressed up today, in a-a elegant dress that I'd n-never seen before,” and pressing a kiss behind your ear, he whispered with a little gleam of pride in his eyes.. “wearing the perfume I-I-I made you. Smelling like a-a dream.”

Again, how anyone considered this charmer a doofus you'd never know. “I had been saving it for a special occasion.”

“Everyday with you is - is special.”

“Oh Rick. That's…thank you.”

Pointing at your feet, “And I noticed that you're closer t-t-to my height today, but your feet must be hurting by now. Would y-you like to take them off?”

Oh, your feet were screaming. And now that you weren't pretending, you slipped out of your shoes which made you lose about four inches. Picking up your shoes and shoes and dusting them off, he continued. “That must feel better. I-I-I had to wear heels for a case once. It ugh - it's not practical when y-y-you have to run.”

“Right? I don't see how other women do it, cause I can't. I'm not even sure why I own them. I should just burn those things.”

You'd say it was half relief, half joy that made him laugh wholeheartedly at this, and you didn't see how it could be so funny. You poked him and pouted, and he delighted in this. “See?” he chuckled, looking at you in that funny way he did from time to time.

“See what?”

“This. This is th-the girl I fell in love with,” he stated matter of factly. “the one who likes t-to be comfortable, speaks her mind and prefers those jeans with th-the rip on the side. Not to mention those graphic t-shirts. Or cute pj's.”

Your breath caught a little at this confession. How could the smartest man in the universe adore an impertinent person like you? Maybe the same way you could love the smartest man; you just do. In your girlish voice, you said. “I only wanted you to be proud of me.”

Holding you a fraction tighter, he pressed a light kiss to your temple and chuckled sweetly. “Y-you already do princess. Today y-you made an effort for me, and that's impressive, but honestly, I want you t-t-to be comfortable and dress up how y-you like. You as yourself is what impresses me, because you have s-s-so much spirit, and I - that's what makes y-you gorgeous.”

This time you didn't even try to hide your blush.

“Oh Rick, hearing you say that really does make me feel silly. Why did I do this to myself? What was I thinking?”

“I believe y-you're still trying to figure it all out like the rest of us, and I can't get mad at you for th-that because you're wonderfully human. You had good intentions, and th-that's what counts.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“I al-already have.”

TBC

[eunoiainactive]

💞 for all members

( this person asked a lot some imma spam post in a minute lmao )

TW : mentions of deppresion, death threats, toxic relationships, and stalking(??)

Yebin:

I personally haven't dated since I debut, but I did date when I was a trainee! It wasn't that bad and the company never knew, we broke up because we both lost interest.

Areum:

I am currently in a relationship! It's hard because I am dating another idol, getting around schedule is hard so seeing each other in person is rarely an option, it's also stressful having to hide my relationship, I hope that my fans will be supportive when they find out!

April:

Dating? Don't get me started. I truly have never felt more stressed, depressed, and absolutely shitty as I did when I tried dating as an idol. I tried three times, three! It never fails to amaze me how insensitive and rude some people can be, when the public found out I was dating this girl Haerim, they attacked us! They sent her, her family, and friends death threats, and a lot of hate, and she took it out on me! It was horrible.

Fukumi:

I'm in a relationship now, although in trying my best to push through it, it isn't a healthy relationship there isn't much I can do, he won't leave me alone. He is constantly sneaking in the dorms, forcing me to go out with him in public, and bringing me down. I hope I can figure things out with him before people find out we are together.

Olive:

Dating, love, and relationships are all a game in the idol industry. It's like gambling your career away, It's truly thrilling. Most of the time when dating as an idol you're not dating for love, it's for the shits and giggles and illusions that someone cares for you, and it's even better when people find out and go batshit crazy on you! I've had at least 4 dating scandals 2 of which were true, we broke up shortly after, we only fucked and pretended to care when it was all just a sick game of pretend.

Alice:

Dating...well lets see, I've dated once or twice as idol. It was fun, but they normally just date me because I'm famous or pretty, nothing else really. I do wish to find someone one day, but I'm happy with my life now and love is the least if my worries!

Eunmi:

Oh God, I've dated millions of times, as a trainee and after debut. It's fun when it starts but everything goes to shit when the relationship gets serious, commitment isn't my thing, the only thing I'm dedicated to is getting money, I love my members and making music but it all comes down to the cash, and most of the time men who wanna date me can't feed that desire.