#i'm still hoping that i didn't completely misread him

[theplumsoldier]

loverboy

summary: carmen makes a move on you while you think he's still got a girlfriend. could've gone smoother but you end up inviting him

pairing: carmy berzatto x afab!reader

word count: 4,2k

warnings: insecurities, self-doubt, small lies (carm makes you believe he lives closer to you than he does), vulgar language, mention of "setting boundaries" of a not-yet-existing-fwb-relationship, 18+ MDNI; smut, unprotected sex, semi-public grinding, oral (f&m receiving) soft!carm, idiots in love, friends to lovers!!

"You know, I don't think I've said this." He hadn't. "But I'm-I'm really—we're all really glad to have you here."

He was nodding to himself as he said it, and he hoped you didn't notice the hesitation. Carmy wasn't for a second doubtful that they were happy—he was certainly happy that you had joined the crew during the hectic weeks prior to The Bear's opening.

It was just that now, here, sitting alone with you in the back alley of the restaurant, sharing one of the bottles of expensive-as-shit Coup Beaujolais, he was getting unsure of himself. On whether he had completely misread your banter. He wasn't very good with that, flirting—never knew when someone was hitting on him and always double-checking whether he himself was, in fact, hitting on someone. Richie had said the chemistry between you guys was more dangerous than Fak recalibrating. Fucking stupid, he thought, but it made him think.

And then Carmy realized he had been flirting with you, in his own stupid fucking way which he worried you hadn't picked up on. Shit, he hadn't noticed it before Richie told him. Now that he sat there, with you, alone, he wondered if Richie had been fucking with him again.

Carmy wanted to know how you felt about him, but he didn't want to fuck up as was his specialty lately—didn't wanna make you uncomfortable, didn't wanna make anything weird.

"Yeah, uh. Thanks, chef," said you, chewing at your bottom lip to ease the tension. Carmy had a real habit of making situations awkward. "I'm glad you'll have me."

Phrasing.

Carm nodded, the persistent way he does whenever he's turning words in his head. You could almost hear the gears scraping.

"You always seem so cool—about everything. Like, even though we're jumpin' off the fuckin' walls, screaming n'shit, you'll just—you're collected. S'a real good quality, you know?"

You grinned, thinking of those exact memories, some just a couple of hours old. "Yeah, well—I'm sure it's more hectic n'the kitchen, right? Like there's, open fire, sharp knives and shit. Gotta be jumpin', like, all the time, yeah? To avoid the obstacles n'stuff."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Peter Parker-type shit."

"Yeah."

You held the plastic cup out and he poured you another one.

"Anyway, keeps me sane, you know? I think—I think at some point you made me realize that—that, you know, it's not normal to fuckin' scream all day. Like I didn't even realize I got fuckin' migraines 'til it was quiet, you feel me?"

It made you bubbly, to hear that Carmen did in fact appreciate having you be a part of the team.

You just sat there, quietly watching him. His bicep popped when he poured a slob into his own cup. You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips before taking a sip.

You sat like that, speaking mindlessly for a while, sharing experiences and goofing around. You loved this, getting to know him better, but when you suddenly found that he had sought closer to you, you felt your heart leap.

His body was so close you could feel the heat of his body radiate. It was intoxicating, more than the wine and though your subconscious reminded you it was wrong to lean into his welcoming touch, you couldn't help but forget what was right and wrong.

His crystal blue eyes caught the light from the street lamp, and you were mesmerized as he looked into your soul. You felt vulnerable but safe in his company.

Though there had been much lead-up, it seemed to come out of the blue. Carmy leaned in, and his eyes were fixated on your lips. Before your lips touched, your senses returned and you moved back against the fence.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing?"

Fuck.

"Wait—I'm sorry! I'm sorry."

"You have a girlfriend!"

Oh.

"Wha—no, no—shit, that's not—" he stumbled back, running a hand over his dazed face, dragging the expression down with it.

Fuck—fuck! Carmen thought he must look like a fucking jagoff.

He stood with his back to you, but you could see the way his broad shoulders heaved with every.

You pushed, not appreciating the silence. "Yeah, no—her name is Claire. You've been dating her a couple months now and known her, for like, forever. That ring any bells?"

When Carmen turned around to face you, he looked defeated. He then crouched down beside you again.

"We broke up."

What?

Carmen told you how he had had an existential crisis during opening night, how he had thought he vented to Tina while stuck in the walk-in, and Claire had heard everything he had said. You could sense the sadness in his voice, but there was no regret. It spread a warm feeling in your chest, and you immediately felt a pang of guilt. When you had first met Carm, he had been with Claire and so the immediate attraction you had felt—well, you had obviously tried to suppress that.

"—I guess I just... I realized I can't both manage a—a restaurant and a relationship. I—I don't know, it don't come natural to me."

Your brows were furrowed, mixed feeling prickling at your skin. "So... why'd you try to kiss me just now?"

Again, he looked despondent.

"I—fuck, I don't know, I've—I guess I've just been feeling this for a while now, with—with you and I dunno. Richie's been getting in my head and I had a stupid thought and figured fuck it, you know?"

It wasn't a question but he was looking for an answer on your expression. Carmen feared you had stopped him from kissing you, not because you thought he had a girlfriend, but because you didn't want to kiss him.

Carmy watched as you looked thoughtfully at the ground, his hands fidgeting as you did the same.

Fuck.

It's over, he thought to himself.

Battling the voices in your head telling you not to, you said: "You know, it's not that the thought of kissing you, like, disgusts me."

His head tilted upward, hope in his sorry eyes.

"No?" he quizzed sheepishly.

"No," you chuckled. "I mean, I've thought about it before."

Carm lit up. "Ye—yeah?"

"Yeah," nodded you, wetting your lips as you recalled your fantasies. "It'd probably be stupid though, right?"

"So stupid," he agreed, nodding vigorously as if trying to shake the thought. It would be fucking stupid. He knew it. But it didn't deter him. Carm wanted to take the chance. He shouldn't, after all, he broke it off with Claire because he "wasn't ready". Why would he be ready now? "Still want to, though."

So badly. It felt more like an urge; a need rather than a want.

"So do it," you finally tested.

If you didn't, you were sure you'd back out, run into the kitchen with your tail between your legs. But you would regret that, you knew it. You tried to convince yourself you shouldn't back away. You wanted this—had for a while. Carm was the one who should second-guess himself, not you. He had ended a relationship because he couldn't dedicate himself and now he wanted to give it another shot. With you. It made you desperate, knowing he wanted you like you wanted him. Still, you worried he would kiss you and regret it immediately, confirmed in his suspicions—he didn't have time for romance. Keep your eye on the price.

"Fuck it," breathed he, putting aside an internal battle and leaned closer, knocking aside the bottle of wine as he pressed his hungry lips to you.

Your lips felt plump against his, chewed with anticipation and soft with spit. You tasted like a perfect dessert.

Lost in the growing heat, you cradled his face, swiping your warm tongue over his needy lips and Carmen did not hesitate to grant you entrance. A desperate although soft whine escaped him and you swallowed it down, living for the way he desired you.

Without interrupting the dance your tongues twirled, Carmen's large palm grasped your hip and pulled you into his lap. Automatically you ground down on him and moaned at the sensation of what you did to him.

You'd thought about how he would feel against you. From behind the bar, you always had a perfect view of his station and often got distracted by the way he moved—the way his mouth curled when he would scream commands, the way his arms would flex as he worked. It was a surprise nobody had filed a complaint against you. On more than one occasion you had mixed the wrong drink or spilled liquor because you just couldn't keep your eyes off of him. It was unprofessional, but he was mesmerizing like a starry sky; the longer you looked, the deeper you fell into the abyss.

Carmen mumbled a curse under his breath as he broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he ground up into your clothes sex.

"Do—doesn't feel so stupid, huh?"

You grinned and shook your head lightly, pressing your forehead against his.

"If we're gonna fuck we should probably talk about it," you said blatantly. "Set some ground rules."

Carmen was caught off guard for a second. He knew what he wanted but when you said it so casually it made something twitch in him.

His eyes were attached to your lips. They looked so delicious, kissed rough and he pulled at your bottom lip with his thumb before he even registered it.

"Probably," he breathed even though he wasn't quite sure what your words actually meant. He was quite literally thinking with his cock.

Carmen clashed his insatiable lips to yours again, but the second he did so, the back door to The Bear clicked open and Marcus appeared, garbage bags in hand. By the time you looked up at him, you had clumsily shuffled off of Carmen, sitting awkwardly with your legs to your chest. You weren't sure what he'd seen nor what he made of it.

"Hey," he hummed, moving to sling the plastic bags into the container.

"Sup, bro," acknowledged Carm, putting his hands on his hips, suddenly standing up, playing it cool.

"Imma call it a night," Marcus said. "See y'all tomorrow."

"Yeah, uh—good job t'day."

Marcus disappeared and Carmen looked back down at you, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. The interruption had broken the spell.

"Can I walk you home?" he offered. It made more sense to him, taking you home. He wasn't about to violate health code on the kitchen floor of his own restaurant.

"You live close to Maygrey?"

No.

"Yeah."

The walk might do him some good, he figured. Perhaps the chivalrous gesture would help him get lucky tonight, and even if you decided you were not about to fool around with him, he could at least say he had done a good deed today.

Carm hadn't realized you made a twenty-minute walk every night, and although he often did the same, it bothered him a great deal. He hadn't had any uncomfortable encounters himself, but he knew Sugar had. One time when she had been late to dinner at his place because of some creep bothering her on the street, and he had asked her why she hadn't called him (he would have picked her up), she told him it was not a first nor was it a last. It angered him, knowing it was not unusual for a woman to feel afraid when walking alone.

Carmen recalled your mention of ground rules, but you didn't once embark on the topic. Instead of talking about sex, you joked as if you were friends and nothing more. It made him wonder if you regretted kissing him.

Of course you invited him up. How could you not?

Carm looked dubious suddenly and you raised a brow, giving him a soft smile.

"I won't be mad if you turn me down now. No hard feelings."

He realized you were just a pair of self-doubting idiots—none of you wanting to pressure the other into something you might regret. And Carmen knew he might just do that—not because he was unsure whether he wanted this with you (he hadn't wanted something this much in a long time), no—he feared he would find himself in the same emotional clusterfuck he had with Claire.

Something about you made him want to throw caution to the wind and become the loverboy he so pathetically wanted to be for you.

How could he ever turn you down? A simple kiss in a back alley had dragged him in too deep.

You stood atop the staircase and watched curiously as Carmen closed the space. His hand cradled your face and he planted a soft kiss on your lips, not as vigorous a kiss as earlier that night, but just as hungry, just as passionate.

He then gave you a reassuring look and you knew you had it bad cause you could've sworn you fell in love with him just then.

Grabbing his hand you dragged him along with you, eagerly pulling him up the steps to your apartment, not wasting a goddamn second in connecting your lips again.

Carm chuckled against your lips as you pushed him into the door, closing it with him as if locking you away from the outside world. It was just the two of you.

Carmen was too far away to realize you had undone his belt until the familiar clinking sounded. He was so fucking hard by now, aroused by your eagerness. It was almost mortifying.

He composed himself. "Where's the bedroom?"

You gave him a look. "It's a one-room apartment, Carm."

For the first time, he looked around and got the message. The kitchen was awkwardly lodged into a small corner of the living room and the living room was also the bedroom. There was a door three feet ahead but he was unsure whether it was a closet or a bathroom.

"So when I fuck you on the couch I'll also be fucking you in the dining room?"

You looped your arms around his front from behind, pointing to the corner of the room. "Yeah, n'the trashcan over there's the bathroom."

He spun around, placing his large hands on your hips to keep you close. "Cozy."

There was a glimmering to his eyes, and his contagious charm infected you with an enticing smirk. You leaned in, cradling your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

"So you gonna fuck me Carmy? Or are ya just all talk?" teased you, planting wet kisses against his throat, sucking the place below his ear. That's the spot.

In a flash, he hooked your legs around his waist and you would've been embarrassed by the stupid fucking giggle escaping you if a low moan hadn't interrupted you. His restrained cock felt even bigger now, pressing up into your clothed crotch.

You could hardly wait to see his weeping head.

Carmen straddled you on the couch, breaking your lips apart to shift his focus. Peppering kisses down your neck, your chest heaved with a shaky breath, whining for him. You wondered if he would flip you over and fuck you roughly if you asked nicely.

Another time you told yourself. Tonight, you were too ecstatic as he worshipped your body like the prettiest fucking tenderloin he'd ever seen. The thought made you smile into your arm, gasping as his hot breath swept over your belly.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he murmured against your skin, tongue poking out to taste the flesh.

Writhing beneath him, you tugged at his curls, and he swore he was about to bust right there, with your glossy and dazed eyes blinking down at him. Fuck, Carm wanted to hear you beg for him.

"What is it, baby girl?" he taunted, looking curiously at you while he peppered kisses across the skin he exposed by lifting up your shirt.

When you ground up your hips to show him where you wanted him, he kept you pressed against the cushion. You cried out.

"Carmy!" you mewled, helplessly thrashing.

After removing your shirt, he praised your patience: "you're so good for me," he said and unbuttoned your jeans. "Tell me what you want, sweet girl."

You threw your head back into a pillow with a thud, wanting to both strangle and fuck him (which you had wanted many times already since you started bartending at The Bear) as he pressed teasing, open-mouthed kisses by the seams of your panty line.

"Just—mpff! Fuck me already, Carm," you whined.

His face tilted up and you wanted to slap the smirk right off of his sly face. "In a minute, baby."

As he moved back a little, you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but when you arched your back with need he used your movements to flip you onto your stomach. He roughly placed you as he pleased, propping you on your knees, and slid in under you.

"Just a quick taste, baby," he drawled.

Realizing he was gonna eat you out, you melted completely, seated perfectly on his face as was his wish. You barely managed to get comfortable before he hooked a finger through the leg of your underwear, the cold of his ring making you shiver and he dug in like a man starved.

A sound bordering on a thirsty moan and a dry cry escaped you. Carmen looped his arms around your thighs. His tongue explored the nooks of your lips, lapping slick from your folds and into your pussy.

A string of curses left your lips as he relished your juices, groaning into your cunt. He couldn't help but relieve some of the pressure on his impossibly hard cock by palming himself through his jeans.

He had lost himself for a moment there and when he looked up, he became doe-eyed with adoration. You had removed your bra.

His hand left his cock and slid up your curves, palming your breast instead and the other went to deftly work your clit. He elicited a muffled shriek from you, obviously surprised by the sudden added sensation to the delicate bud.

"Carmy," you panted, grinding your hips against his mouth, all of it seeming both too much and not enough. He was going to ruin you and you would let him. "Fu—fuck! M'gonna come, Carm."

Your confession merely made him more eager, more hungry and he concentrated on bringing you closer, encouraging each wave of your hips with a low moan. Carmen let you fuck his face, rolling and grinding on him to persuade your release closer. You grabbed at his curls to steady yourself as it came in euphoric waves, moaning, crying, whimpering, and grinning as he lapped your cum, savoring every last drop. It quickly became too much though, and as his nose tickled your sensitive clit, you fell apart, tilting over and crashing above him.

"Ho—holy fuck," you panted and he stood up from the couch, ridding himself of his clothes until there was nothing but a gold chain gleaming at his chest.

Still recovering from your orgasm, you gaped at his size. The head was red and strained, pre-cum beading the slit making it look like it was crying. The shaft was long with protruding veins drawing purple along the length and he was thick, too thick to fit in the circle created when you connect the tip of your index with that of your thumb.

He was perfect.

Carmen looked a bit flustered from your shameless gawking but you couldn't help it. "You're beautiful, Carm."

He grinned sheepishly down at you, grasping your legs, pulling you to the edge of the couch, resting your calves on his shoulders.

"You are," he insisted, pressing his lips to yours in a feverishly soft kiss as he aligned his head with your folds.

Gasping, you took a second to relax around his head, knowing it would sting painfully if you didn't. You wouldn't let anything ruin this moment. Not with his eyes gazing so intensely down at you; not with saliva connecting your mouths with a string, not with him before you like this, looking like he was carved by fucking Donatello, nothing hiding an inch of his tantalizingly soft skin bar the gold chain dangling from his neck.

You instinctively edged closer, putting a hand on his shoulder to guide him into you. He eased into you as he kissed you hungrily—insatiable, always needing more of your taste.

Carm held his breath as he bottomed out, finally exhaling a shaky breath. He couldn't believe how good you felt around him, hugging—no squeezing the life out of his cock as you desperately clawed on his back, feeling every cleft and hill, moaning into his mouth. He hoped your nails would leave marks on his skin.

With your forehead pressed against his, you looked down with hooded eyes and watch as he slid in, devastatingly slow, inch by inch. Carm followed your gaze.

"God, look how good you're takin' me, baby. Doin' so well f'me—doin' so good," he groaned, head digging into your neck, licking, sucking, biting.

He commenced a thrusting-grinding pace, reaching every crevice inside you, tickling all the right places. You cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure so delicious as he poked and prodded places untouched. He felt unreal.

Soon Carmen drilled into you like a madman, steadying himself against your hips, rutting into you at a bruising pace. You'd feel him long after he was gone.

You held him close by his neck, securing him by threading your fingers through that damn sexy gold chain and the locks of his hair. His brows were furrowed, concentration and bliss evident in his expression.

You begged him to go faster, harder—before you knew it he granted your wish and his hand had returned to your poor clit, and you grasped whatever you could, the armrest, cushions, him.

You chanted his name, exchanging your vocabulary for his name so that he was all you knew. Carm fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own as you cried his name. The combination of your moans, your begging, and the vulgar sounds of your skin slapping—it made him fucking delirious.

His bicep flexed delectably as he put all his weight on his right arm, making a considerate pause for a sweet but overwhelmingly intense kiss, only to thrust impossibly deeper.

Feeling his consistent pace become erratic, you begged him. "Please, please, Carm—fill me up."

You could feel your frantic pleas going straight to his cock as he twitched inside you, groaning—but fuck it sounded like a frail whimper.

The furrow between his brows deepened, a red blush painting his face and chest.

"You're fuckin' unreal," he manages, shaking his head.

Carmy's pace became sloppier and more desperate, cursing into your mouth as he stuttered, a strangled moan signaling his high.

He filled you up, squirting white ropes of velvety cum into you. You felt his seed trickle out as if there was not enough room for his generous load. Then he collapsed beside you.

You lay still for a minute or so, chests heaving in unison as you came back down to Earth.

"Fuck," he said after some time, pronouncing the cuss as if he had just learned the word.

You chuckled, agreeing. "Yeah."

"Shit, lemme get ya somethin' for the—"

"No, no—don't worry," you stopped him, already getting up before he could do much. He watched you go, admiring your naked body. You reached between your legs, feeling his cum trickle down your thighs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Carmy laughed when he realized what was going on, a sort of childish grin he couldn't hold back from rumbling in his chest. He hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time.

You disappeared out of sight. He heard water running splash and he figured you were cleaning yourself. Carmen wondered if he would get to fill you up again—preferably sometime soon.

You returned with a damp washcloth, your feet padding softly against the floor as you approached him. Carm couldn't help but smile endearingly as he went to move to free up space for you, but you placed a soft hand on his thigh as if telling him to lie still instead.

"Oh—" he began when he noticed the washcloth, but to his surprise you wrapped your lips around his cock, earning a strangled moan from him. Your warm tongue licked him clean and you hollowed your cheeks around him as if vacuuming his mess.

The pleasure turned into a ticklish feeling and he felt like grinning and kicking his feet suddenly. You looked up through your lashes, and he felt as if his eyes had remolded into heart shapes.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you with such tooth-rotting affection it made him wonder if he loved you. In this situation, it felt natural to say to you—it felt easy and welcome, right on the tip of his tongue.

You offered him an enchanting smile and took his large hand to your mouth, kissing his knuckles, then began cleaning his cock with the washcloth.

Carmen's head dropped back at your touch and he exhaled deeply.

A smile danced across his face and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand; the one you had kissed.

What am I going to do with you?

[lycheedr3ams]

König Character Analysis (Part 1)

*image reposted with permission

Part 1: His Past | Part 2: König's MBTI

the first installment of a multi-part character analysis for our beloved König

to convince you guys i know what I'm talking about, just look through my blog at my könig posts. I am confident that I have grasped most parts of his personality and backstory, but I will acknowledge that some of it may be projecting. obviously we do not know much about him, which is the point of this series. i also relate a lot to him

discussion of my interpretation is welcome in the comments, and if you disagree, there's no need to be hateful. he is, at the end of the day, not real

TW: bullying, social anxiety, other mental health disorders

We have very little information on könig's life before the military. his bio includes one sentence, just one, about his past:

König suffered from severe social anxiety throughout his life, often being bullied during his childhood.

while this information alone isn't striking, when put into more context of other parts of his bio, it says:

While he hoped to join as a recon sniper, his physical size and his inability to stay still made him an unsuitable candidate.

focus on those words: his inability to stay still. this crucial bit of information, tied to the fact that he was often bullied, leads me to conclude that könig has ADHD. not being able to sit still is not a stereotype, it is a real fact of life for those with ADHD, me included. people with ADHD are bullied much more than neurotypicals (people without ADHD, autism, etc). while each source is different, it is estimated that children with ADHD are 4-10x more likely to be bullied.

it is no wonder why bullying would cause social anxiety, since most of könig's interactions with his peers were negative. as someone with social anxiety, it is horrible. not knowing what to say or how to act, you end up either completely misreading the social context or not saying anything. either way, you can never win.

additionally, children with ADHD receive up to 20,000 more negative messages from parents and peers in their childhood than neurotypical children. because of this, it is common for people with ADHD to also be extra sensitive to rejection, and it can be so strong in some that a new term has been coined called "rejection sensitive dysphoria." research on this issue has revealed that 99% of people with ADHD also have and experience rejection sensitive dysphoria. therefore, it makes sense to conclude that König also experiences rejection sensitive dysphoria (rsd)

an aside on rsd: this isn't just feeling hurt when you're rejected by a crush or feeling sheepish or embarrassed you're scolded at work or school. rsd episodes make you question your entire life, your personality, your worth, and for many can even lead to suicidal thoughts just from a small incident of rejection. it can also lead to the person having low self-esteem, and they are also more likely to perceive rejection even when it is not there. it is an intense and overwhelming experience that no one should have to go through, yet people with ADHD experience it often

so, we've established, based on the evidence i've provided, that König has ADHD, social anxiety, and experiences rsd. i would say that i can't even imagine what König's childhood was like, but sadly I can since i too have adhd and was bullied. being mean is never okay, and bullying is not cute or quirky or sassy. bullying is when someone kicks your books across the floor, steals and destroys your belongings, when they spread false rumors, make fun of you, laugh at you, when they give you mean faces when you ask questions in class, when your only friend is the other "weird" kid who also has ADHD. it's when your teachers constantly criticize you and you get in trouble for every little thing. it's when you just wanted a friend and everyone else knew how to socialize, but somehow, you didn't. being bullied while also having ADHD is an experience i wish on no one. yet könig went through this. just sit with that for a minute. the big scary military man we love was also a child once, and went through this.

sorry to depress you guys, but this is the reality of his character. i firmly believe that könig has ADHD and experiences rsd despite his untouchable and stoic demeanor, and you're not gonna change my mind.

so, that's the end of the first installment. keep your eyes out for more, cuz trust me, there's gonna be more. (also don't forget to sign up for my taglist if you want! link is on my masterpost)

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Through The Shadows: Chapter 2 - Breaking Barriers

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Summary: A hunter's Journey through despair and recovery is guided by Dean Winchester's unwavering love, leading her to reclaim her strength, voice and hope for their shared future.

Chapter Summary: After Dean confronts Y/N in the kitchen, he realizes there is more than meets the eye.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

Dean Winchester slammed the door to his room, frustration bubbling over.

It had been a week since Y/N moved into the bunker, and she had been a ghost herself-quiet, distant and always slipping away when he entered a room. He couldn't make sense of it. Why did she act so differently around Sam, laughing and talking easily, but turn silent and withdrawn around him?

Dean paced the room before heading to the library where Sam was buried in research. "Hey Sammy," He began, irritation clear in his voice. "What's up with Y/N? She acts like I've got the plague or something."

Sam looked up from his book, his expression thoughtful. "Have you talked to her about it?"

Dean scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Talked to her? How am I supposed to talk to someone who won't even look at me?"

Sam closed his book, giving Dean his full attention. "There's something you should know. She's not avoiding you because she doesn't like you. It's more complicated than that. But it's not my place to explain. You need to talk to her. Listen to her."

Dean frowned, Sam's words echoing in his mind. "Fine, I'll talk to her. But if this goes south, it's on you."

Dean found Y/N in the kitchen, quietly making a coffee. She didn't look up as he entered, her focus on her task. The sight made his chest tighten with a mix of irritation and something he couldn't quite name.

"Hey." He said, leaning against the counter, his tone sharper than intended.

"Y/N'S hands stilled, her eyes fixed on the countertop. "Hi." She replied softly, not meeting his gaze.

Dean took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "Can I ask you something."

Her breathing hitched and she nodded in response.

"Why are you always so cold towards me? You're fine with Sam, but you act like you can't stand to be in the same room with me."

Her face paled, her hands trembling slightly as she set down her coffee mug. "I'm not-" she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not that. I-" She stuttered, clearly struggling to find the words.

Dean's frustration flared. "If you don't want to be around me, just say so." He snapped, turning to leave.

"I have a disorder!" She suddenly blurted out, her voice cracking in embarrassment and emotion.

Dean stopped in his tracks, turning back to her with a look of confusion. "What?"

Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and determination as she forced herself to speak. "I have severe anxiety and depression. It's not that I don't like you. It's just... hard for me to open up especially around someone like you. You're... Brave and strong and.... amazing at what you do." Her voice faltered on the last word, and she looked away, her face flushed.

Dean felt his own cheeks warm at her unexpected compliment. He took a hesitant step towards her, his anger evaporating. "I didn't know," he said quietly, his voice softening in understanding. "I thought... I thought you just didn't like me."

She hook her head, tears brimming in her eyes in embarrassment. "It's not that, I just get so anxious around you because you're intimidating, and.... because you've been kind of cold to me too."

Guilt washed over Dean as he looked back at his behaviour towards her. He had misread her completely, letting his own insecurities cloud his judgement. "I'm sorry." he said, his voice thick with regret. "I shouldn't have confronted you like this."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "It's okay. I'm sorry for making you feel like I didn't like you."

Dean took a step closer, his hand reaching out instinctively to touch her arm. She flinched slightly and he pulled back, curising at himself for his insensitivity. "I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly, "I just... I didn't know."

Y/N nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know, and I'm sorry too, for everything. If you want me to leave I can."

He met her gaze, his heart aching slightly at the raw honesty in her eyes. "You don't have to leave. I don't want you to leave," He said, his voice gentle. "Stay. We will figure this out together."

She gave him a nervous smile, the tension easing from her face. "Okay. I'll stay."

As they stood there, an understanding formed between them and Dean realized just how wrong he had been about her. And maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something better.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 3 coming soon stay tuned!

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[yuri-is-online]

This might just me being tired and dumb, but I kind of get how Ace having a more supportive family would lead to isolation? Like. People who have no family to rely on form their own, and that kind of bond can be beat by very little else. There's not only possibly shared trauma, but there's probably also a shared understanding that "we all we got". It gives a weird sense of hope to see someone else in your situation, someone who relates to you even a little bit, and you want more anything in the world for them to make it out and thrive, and you can trust that they want the same for you.

So with Ace, who's trauma (that we know about) mainly comes from association and the iverblot fights, it's a bit harder to make that bond. He (assumably) got all the love and support that he was supposed to get from his family. And yeah! Sure! He can still seek it out elsewhere! But it's a thing he already has, he already has somewhere to go at the end if the day for comfort.

This is actually a theme that I'm gonna play with in my 80s fic, Deuce is lower middle class, while Yuu is just a slightly glorified version if homeless. Ace is squarely middle class, if not upper middle, he never has to really want for anything. Not like Deuce and certainly not like Yuu.

Learning how to pinch for pennies and find deals are things that makes Aces life more convenient, but it's something that Deuce and Yuu need. And that's where the divide is.

He wants to take care of his friends (he's still in denial) more than anything, but he also feels like there's this weird line he can't cross, with him on one side and Yuu and Deuce on the other. It honestly doesn't help that Yuu has a separate, small friend group outside of him and Deuce that are all in the same "Shit is completely fucked right now but by God are we gonna make it out" boat. A boat that Ace will probably never be in. Ace loves his family and is grateful, and knows exactly how much he lucked out. But he still wants to have that bond. That "the world feels like it's ending but atleast we'll be going down together" type of bond. Comforting Yuu while they cry about not having heating in the winter will never be the same as having to suffer alongside them and know they were in this together. Trying to find the cheapest possible version of a food products with Deuce and discovering knock off brands that Ace would never imagine existing (who the hell made knock off cheerios?) Will never be the same as actually having to rely on those knock off and part time sales, and feeling a sense pride that they were able to save enough money this month that they could actually buy something nice. Ace probably won't ever be on that side of the invisible line.

He'll bring them to his side though. Ace wants to take care of them more than anything. He wants them in his life more than anything. And he'll have them. No matter what he has to do to make that happen.

Sorry if I missread your post and just dropped a huge angst bomb in your inbox! I just have thoughts and there are a lot of AceYuu and ADeuce moments in chapter three and one or two of them digs into this a little.

You didn't misread my post at all I swear we are sharing custody of a braincell because this is just *chef's kiss* exactly what I was thinking.

Having that solid middle class stability and parent's who genuinely love you and each other is nothing to be ashamed of, not that I think Ace has enough humility for that, but it does mean that he has a gap in his understanding for Deuce and especially Yuu's situation. I keep thinking about how he ended up eating those tarts because he skipped a meal over worrying about Yuu and their circumstances, he cares. He is crass and rude with it but he cares! I love how you say he'll bring them to his side of the line, that's exactly how I see him thinking about it.

Ace's isolation (in my view) seems to come from how much more he values his friendship with Yuu and Deuce over literally anyone else in the school. He'd benefit from talking to Jack and Epel more, they also have solid home lives and Jack at least I think has financially stable parents, but those guys aren't his people. For better or worse, for sickness or health, Yuu and Deuce are who he is sticking it out with. He'll never say it in game, but he really does love you both, in what way is of course up to the interpretation of the player.

but you know which one we both prefer frfr

[kimbappykidding]

Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.

You'd started dating V 2 years after he debuted. Your company Cube were not thrilled about it. They knew they couldn't stop you or any of your G(I)-dle members from dating but they hoped you'd atleast date someone from the big 3 so if it got leaked you'd get a ton of publicity (you'd also get a ton of hate but they didn't care about that). BTS hadn't blown up yet so they saw you dating V as pointless, but you didn't.

V first caught your eye because of how good-looking he was. Then you also saw how sweet and kind he was and you knew you had a thing for him. You admired him for a while before you started trying to express your interest in him. You started bowing more to him, smiling, saying small things like "good luck" before BTS went on stage. It worked and you became friendlier and friendlier until one night V came over to you at a party and asked you out. You of course said yes and got on instantly. You really weren't slumming it by dating someone like V and it was your company's fault if they couldn't see that.

The two of you were really happy for a while. You had 3 years of bliss but that all started to change when BTS' fame skyrocketed. At first, you were thrilled for V! You knew how hard he and the guys worked and how they'd been overlooked for 5 years but fame is weird and we all crave attention and praise so you didn't fully blame V for what happened.

Suddenly everyone wanted to know him. Guys who couldn't be bothered to respond to him when he bowed to them were inviting him to A-list parties. Girls who'd never even spoken to him were acting like they were best friends with him. Particularly the ones from big companies. You decided to let V do what he wanted with it and let him enjoy parties and events on his own. He deserved the praise, not you and you didn't want to be accused of riding his coattails. Plus you never liked all that party stuff so you just waited home for V but slowly things started to change.

You saw V less for one thing and when you did see him, things were different. His team were styling him weirdly and trying to change things about him to make him appeal to an even wider audience. They toyed with his appearance like he was doll and started changing more personal aspects of him. His interests began to change and even the way he spoke altered. It would take him a few minutes each time you were together for V to shed the idol V and just go back to normal V. You loved when your V was back but it took longer and longer reach time. Not to mention when you did see V on the idol circuit you didn't like what you saw. You hardly recognised the man and didn't like how flirty he was. Sure there were girls throwing themselves at him all over the place but that didn't mean he had to reciprocate. Didn't he care about how you felt watching it?

Apparently not because when you brought it up in the car on the way home V was not happy. He didn't get it and saw your reaction as a lack of trust, completely misreading everything. You argued the whole way home and opening the door to your apartment, V still could understand what was wrong with his behaviour. "V you were flirting with her don't even try and pretend you weren't!". "Okay sure but what's wrong with that? It wasn't really me flirting with her just my character". You blinked "V that makes no sense! We're not actresses and even if you chose to flirt with her because your company asked you to I'm not okay with that". "Why?" V asked "you know none of that is true". "It doesn't matter though the girls you flirt with don't know that and neither do the others watching. Plus why would you even do that? There are some lines you don't cross V and when does flirting turning into more?". "More like what?" V asked and you shrugged "I don't know? A sexy dance together, lingering hands, a kiss...It will only keep getting worse and the lines will keep thinning and people will think that you're up for it" you argued but V was just getting more frustrated.

"I don't get why you're so worried about what other people think. Who cares if they think I'm fucking everyone in the industry, it's not like I'm actually sleeping with these girls and you know that!" V said and you laughed "wow thank you so much for doing that major favour for me!" you said and V rolled his eyes "why are you being so difficult?". "Can you really not see why I'm upset?" You asked and V shook his head "it's not like I'd ever actually cheat on you, I wouldn't go that far" and your jaw actually dropped. "V I don't want you to go anywhere near! It's not good enough that you didn't go too far! I got at first it was exciting having pretty girls from big companies talking to you but how can you not see through it? It's been a year now and none of these people wanted you before you were big!". "But you did so I should be grateful to you?" V asked. "That's not what I'm saying I just...I can feel you pulling away V and if you want out just say so" you said.

That stuck with V and he immediately switched to comforting you, telling you there was no way he'd want that and he'd make you see that. You wanted to believe him but a few months later it started happening again. This time you didn't fight it. You let V break away from you and do his own thing and you ended it 3 months later. You think there was relief from both sides when you did.

It didn't take long for V to start using his newfound freedom and you mainly just tried not to watch but it was hard because now everyone was watching him and news travels fast. You heard how he was seeing a model and then an idol and then an actress and then two models at the same time and it continued. At the few after-parties you went to, V could usually be seen making out with some girl and then another one later in the night. You'd heard he'd jumped into booze, girls and drugs head first and honestly didn't know how much Big Hit was paying the newspapers to keep it quiet but it must be a lot.

Fast forward to 2 years later, BTS were the biggest band in the world and you were happy for V but didn't really think about him much. The V today was a different person from the one you knew who didn't exist anymore. So you didn't even think of them as the same person. It was almost as if V had retired or moved away and there was just this guy who looked and sounded like him but you knew it wasn't him. However there was one person in the world who was sure if anyone could get the old V back, it was you.

You woke up to hear your phone ringing at 4 am. You glared and then gasped as you saw who was ringing, it was V's mum. You'd always been close to V's family when you were dating, especially his mum and towards the end you talked to her more than V. When you told her you'd ended it she understood and said she knew he'd lose you if he wasn't careful. You hadn't spoken to her since apart from Christmas cards so immediately shot up worried this had to be some emergency.

"Y/n it's V! He's not answering his phone and he needs to be at the airport in 2 hours! The boys can't get through to him and they won't let them leave the airport. Y/n he's missed so much if he misses this trip he'll be disciplined or worse" she said near tears and you nodded letting her words sink into your sleepy brain. "Okay so V is late for a flight?" you asked "what time does he need to be there". You confirmed all the details with his mother and then nodded "okay Mrs Kim don't worry I'll go get to him" you said without really thinking. You quickly pulled some clothes on as his mum sang your praises and thanked you a million times. You couldn't believe how quickly you'd offered yourself but for V's distressed mum you'd do anything you could. You promised to text her with updates and then closed your car door. You hadn't been to V's place in years and you hadn't ever planned on going back but here you were

You weren't even sure why V still lived here. Sure it was convenient but he could afford somewhere 5 times the price of this with all the fancy amenities but he'd stayed here for some reason. Maybe he was never here long enough to care about moving.

You walked up the stairs to his place and wondered if he still kept the spare key in the same place. You were kind of counting on it. You searched in his flower pot (which now had a fair few cigarette buds in which was a lovely touch) for the fake rock he'd bought. You found it and pulled it apart to reveal the key. Well some things hadn't changed. You took small comfort in that and opened the door.

The first thing that hit you was the smell of alcohol. It stank and was stale, as if the smell had been there a while. The apartment had changed a lot since you'd been here. Pretty much all the furniture was different and you could see the jump in V's fortune. You didn't like it though. It looked like someone else had decorated as none of this was V's style and it was all too tacky and showy. Then you reminded yourself that the V you knew was gone and this was probably the new V's taste which made you scrunch your nose in distaste.

You made your way further into the living and saw the coffee table was covered in a mix of alcohol bottles and some substances. You tried not to look too closely at everything and hurried through the living room trying to get past the smell and called out for V. You still remembered where the bedroom was and knocked but got no response. So you threw open the door.

V was in bed but you couldn't see him clearly because of the other girls in his bed. Two, one on either side. They were all naked and you assumed V was the lump in the middle. "V get up!" you yelled and knocked loudly on the door. The people in the bed jumped and began to stir. They all made a noise as you yanked the blinds up. V sat up and you realised you'd missed another girl who had been entwined with him. 3 girls and counting you thought, expecting another one to pop out from under the bed.

"Y/n?" V asked confused and you nodded "get up, you're late". "No I'm not I've got until...shit" he said seeing the clock. You nodded "yeah so get up!". "But why did they send you?" V asked and you shook your head "that's not important. What is, is that you've got a plane you can't miss so get up and get dressed. Ladies please gather your things and leave. I will order you a taxi to take you home". The girls did as you said, clearly thinking you worked for V or something and filed out. "You've got 10 minutes to get in the car or I'm leaving without you" you said and walked from the room. You made sure the girls got in their taxi and then went to grab V's suitcase, which was by the door, to find it empty.

You groaned, so annoyed he hadn't even packed and shoved open his bedroom door again to see V had left his bed but hadn't found his clothes. He wasn't shy and turned to face you, without a care in the world and actually smiled. He leaned on his wardrobe slightly "Y/n if you wanted a go all you had to do was ask" he said. You rolled your eyes "been there done that, I'm here because you haven't packed anything" and you walked past him and put the suitcase down on the bed. You turned around to see V standing right behind you, still naked and jumped. You hesitated for a second before your resolve came back. "Why don't you go clean up while I pack, you smell like a nightclub. Where's your passport?". "They have it" he said and you nodded "go wash up" and turned away. "Whatever you say Y/n" V said passing very close to you and he left the room. His words were incredibly sexually charged and you figured he must still be drunk. You could feel his eyes on you as he left the room but refused to turn and look at him.

You grabbed a bunch of clothes, shoes and underwear and shoved them in the suitcase. Then you grabbed his chargers and added them. You knew he'd need his skincare but he was in the bathroom with it and you didn't want to give him any more misguided ideas. You sealed the case and knocked on the bathroom door "5 minutes V, I'll be in the car" and waited.

4 minutes later V appeared, hair still dripping, looking like he'd been in a hurricane but dressed and ready. When he got in you told him to text RM you were on your way and ask where he should go. "Done, so now are you going to tell me why they sent you?" V asked "was it the boys' great idea or management?". "Neither, your mum called me in floods of tears because she thought you were going to be fired". "My mum?" he asked and you nodded "I never deleted her number and I guess she never deleted mine". "Did you delete my number?" V asked and you chose not to reply, putting the radio on instead and V let it drop.

You reached the airport 20 minutes later and V undid his seatbelt. "Thank you Y/n for doing this for me". "I didn't do this for you I did it for your mum" you said but you knew that was only half true. "Well thanks for caring for her, I would like to say I kept the same links with your family but that was never possible huh?". You couldn't believe he was bringing this up now and actually laughed "really? Still not over that?". "I don't think I'm unreasonable for still being upset your parents don't know who I am". "You want them to know who you are? Are you sure about that?" you asked "do you really think they'd be your biggest fan after everything that happened?". V looked down because you got him there and he sighed "sorry I'm still hungover, forget I said anything. Thanks for coming out of your way, I'll call my mum before we take off". You nodded and pressed the button to open the boot "I obviously can't come in with you" and V nodded "thanks again" and stepped out of the car. You didn't wave or anything but when you got far enough away that he couldn't see it...you looked back and saw V disappear inside.

You checked the headlines the next day to make sure V made the flight but other than that you went back to your life, V fading out of it. You didn't even tell your members where you'd been. You didn't know if they'd be upset at you for helping V or get hopeful this could mean something more. Yuqi was firmly of the opinion he didn't deserve anything from you but you knew Shuhua and Seoyeon still held out hope for you two despite everything. They thought V would give up his new lifestyle to be back with you but he couldn't give it up to keep you when he first got it so why would years later be any different?

Then a few weeks later you got some flowers delivered to your building. It was a huge extravagant bouquet that must've been really expensive. You guessed who sent it but sure enough, there was a card with one letter on it. "V". "Who sent them?" Minnie asked and you crumpled the card behind your back "oh just that brand I did that photoshoot with". "Awww that's so sweet!" Soojin said "mine never do that" and you just shrugged but one thing stood out to you. V still remembered what flowers you liked and had the bouquet made custom because they were all there. You remembered just how good a boyfriend V could be when he tried but that was the thing...it was all dependent on him giving a crap.

Some small part of you thought there might be more to this. That V might reach out to you again or this would be a wake-up call to him but no. The girls were always honest with you with any rumours and so a week later Miyeon admitted V had been kicked out of a club for having sex with a woman in the toilets. He'd apparently laughed it off, talked his way back inside and then left with a different girl. You scolded yourself for ever thinking he could change.

So when your friend Kai's birthday rolled around you were feeling a little restless. You wanted to banish any thoughts of V from your head and when you explained the whole thing to Kai he got an idea. He was friends with Jimin who had asked if he could bring Junkook and V with him. Kai checked you were okay with it and then told him yes...but that was months ago and now Kai had his own agenda because he'd heard V had been seen with his ex. "Now I know this is petty but what would you say if I suggested we do something to show V and my ex they're not the only hot idols living their best life?". You smiled "what do you have planned?".

Kai's party was huge because he was Exo's Kai and everyone loved him. So many idols showed up and he rented a mansion which only just fit them in. His party had everything from huge ice sculptures, to trapeze artists and fire breathers (not near one another of course) and the most amazing food in the world. But Kai had purposefully set up a stage overlooking the dance floor outside and about 2 hours in he made his entrance...with you by side.

Kai was the king of dance and so to kick off his birthday he did a dance with you but not any dance, it was sexy even for Kai's standards and you loved it! You adored the sexy concepts and Kai was the dream partner. Kai had choreographed this himself and you were so proud of your best friend so threw yourself into the moves...literally! Kai caught you in his arms and ran his hands down your body as you clung onto him with your legs tight around his waist. Then the next second he flipped you over and you sprang onto your feet beside him. You'd both practised very hard for this (more than you'd care to admit) but this was so much fun! Kai had been through a lot lately and wasn't sure if his ex-girlfriend had cheated on him with V so to see him so happy warmed your heart. You did everything you could to make Kai seem as sexy and amazing as possible and it wasn't hard.

You and Kai had warned your members that you'd be doing this dance but they still cheered and acted like it was the first hearing about it and to be fair their surprise was genuine. The girls hadn't seen you be this carefree and sexy since you broke up with V and they loved it. The Exo members saw Kai was in his element and screamed for him as loud as any EXO-L.

The dance finished with you and Kai pressed together, faces inches apart and the room erupted. You were pretty sure you could hear each of your members individually screaming in the roar and Kai recognised Suho's scream anywhere. Kai was so excited and had a beautiful smile on his face as he pulled you towards him and looked at the crowd. "Fuck him Y/n you're gorgeous" he said and your eyes found V in the audience. You moved them off him immediately and back to Kai "and so are you, she doesn't know what she's missing" and Kai smiled "and this is why you're my best friend, let's get down there!" and you agreed and took his hand descending down the staircase together for the night of your lives.

The party went on until the early hours of the morning and Kai only finally went to bed at 7 am. You set him up in one of the bedrooms upstairs and decided to do a sweep of the house before also going to sleep. You were in the garden wondering if to leave Sehun asleep in the bushes when you felt someone behind you.

You turned to see Jimin who smiled awkwardly. V had left ages ago, not long after your dance actually, but Jimin and Jungkook had stayed late. "Hey" Jimin said "I left my phone here accidentally and was naively thinking it might still be here. Have you seen one?". "Grey/black swirl phone case?" and Jimin's eyes lit up "you've seen it?". You smiled "I found it last night and put it somewhere safe" you said directing him to the kitchen. You opened the oven and saw Jimin's jaw drop. "Hey this is a fake house and nobody was going to start cooking so it was safe I promise". Jimin clutched his phone tightly but nodded" thanks Y/n" and you nodded to him "no problem".

An awkward silence settled and you had no idea what to say to him. The elephant in the room was V but how could either of you bring that up naturally? "Congratulations on the Grammys" you said and Jimin looked back up from the floor "thank you, it was surreal but so fun". You smiled "you deserve it, we were all cheering you on". "Thanks Y/n" Jimin said "I'm glad you're happy" he said when you frowned he gestured upstairs "with Kai?" he half asked. You didn't want to tell him it had all been a ploy to make his friend jealous but also didn't want to lie and say it was true so you just looked down nodding. "Thanks...I should probably actually go see if he needs any help with anything" you said and Jimin nodded "of course thanks Y/n and with a bow, he left.

One thing was for sure, the party and your plan was a raging success. You were sure you'd never hear from V again...but you did.

This will be a four-part series and I will post the new parts at the top of this page when they are up!

I hope this goes without saying but this is all fictional!!!! I am not saying V does any of these things and took creative liberty. This is all made up and I am not trying to imply anything. So...if you want a fun fake kpop story with the very hot Taehyung then stick around.

[yume-chin]

Hey hey! Could i request rise Donnie x reader?

Where reader’s LOVE language is physical touch but since Donnie is not always happy about it they try their best to not cross the line. Till one day they really needed a hug and asked Donnie, Voice breaking a bit, if they can have a hug.

D is Hella confused but allows it

Anon! I'm so sorry! I misread the request and did literally the opposite of what you asked.

To solve this problem I will leave the text as it is but I will also write a second parallel chapter with the real request you made of me.

The initial part will be almost identical to this one, however the ending will respect your request.

I hope you will appreciate both anyway, happy reading.

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Rise Donatello x Reader

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Request: Yes

Warning: just bad english

Genre: She/her

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Ever since you met Donnie, your boyfriend, you've been fighting your habits.

You have always been an extremely affectionate girl, fond of hugs and walking holding hands with the other person.

All this gives you energy and happiness, the joy of feeling the other person's skin in contact with yours, feeling their warmth and the tranquility that they transmit to you through touch.

All this was like oxygen for you. Or at least I thought so until you met your current boyfriend Donatello.

From the first moments of your acquaintance he immediately told you that he wasn't comfortable with physical contact and this left you particularly surprised, and at the same time disappointed.

You, a person who loves physical contact, would have had to completely change your habits for us to create any sort of discomfort for your boyfriend.

Not that it destroyed you, let's be clear, you would do anything not to make him feel bad and respect his wishes, but it's still difficult to keep your love for physical contact in check.

However, you tried in every possible way not to hug or caress him except when he specifically asked you to.

It was difficult at first, but over time you got used to it.

You had started to appreciate the company much more when you were in the same room talking or simply when he asked you to keep him company while he worked on some new invention of his.

Every time he asked you to follow him to the laboratory and keep him company your heart exploded with pure joy.

You entered the room and sat on a chair next to him, carefully watching everything he did.

And even if it didn't seem like much to you, to Donnie it was the most important form of love you could give him.

The simple fact that you were there to keep him company, getting curious about what he was doing and occasionally asking about the two creations, made him understand how much you cared about him and how much you wanted to get closer to his world unlike his family.

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Today too was a day like any other, you had finished class and immediately headed towards the turtles' den.

As soon as you arrived you were greeted by a super enthusiastic Mikey who immediately ran towards you to hold you in a super hug.

Not seeing Donnie around, you thought he was busy with one of his inventions, which is why you decided to only mention your presence.

You approached the door of his laboratory and knocked -Donnie, I've arrived, if you need me I'm here, I love you-

Immediately afterwards you went back to Mikey who in the meantime had also been joined by Leo and Raph.

The four of you remained chatting about this and that.

You had talked about your school day while the three turtles had talked about their last patrol.

As you continued talking, however, suddenly Donnie came out with a more tired face than usual.

You had looked at him with concern but instead of speaking he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside his laboratory.

Once he entered and closed the door however, he released your hand to return to his chair.

Not understanding exactly what was happening, you approached your boyfriend -Donnie, what's going on?- you tilted your head to try to look him in the eyes, but without succeeding.

Instead of getting an actual response you only managed to hear a small huff from the boy.

-Donnie, if you don't tell me what's wrong I can't help you...- you gently place a hand on his shoulder trying to give him a minimum of tranquility to make him talk.

Unfortunately, however, there was no response.

Now totally lost in worry with both hands you grabbed the soft shell turtle's face and turned it towards you so that your gazes met.

-Donnie, I know you need your space but I'm here, I'm your girlfriend and I want to help you. I'm worried. It hurts me to see the person I love in this state, so please, tell me what's wrong- you caress his cheeks with your thumbs.

Viola remained there looking at you with slightly shining eyes and finally, with a trembling and uncertain voice, she opened her mouth -c-can I have a hug...?-

Your heart skipped a beat for fear of not having fully understood what you had just been asked.

However, as soon as you realized that those words had really come out of Donnie's mouth you smiled sweetly -Of course you can love-

You pulled him into a big hug and he seemed to melt.

His muscles, which until a moment before were stiff, had softened and held you in that embrace.

Donnie sighed and seemed to calm down.

-Donnie, remember that you can always count on me-

He nodded in response but didn't say anything, he just remained there, enjoying that embrace full of love and tranquility.

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I want to remind you that requests are open, feel free to write to me if you have any kind of idea ♡

A big hug ♡

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Rose swiped through her new contacts and scanned the Mirror chamber. It was simple, she was just going to ask Jack for his number. It was a completely normal, friendly gesture; she'd already gotten Ace and Deuce's. She'd like to think they were friends despite never having voiced it. She was one of the few people he voluntarily went near and talked to. Maybe she should leave the ball in his court, though? Yeah, she'll just give him her number, that way he can decide what he wants to do. Totally friendly.

Steeling herself, she caught sight of him, silver hair and ears, towering over the rest of the room.

"Jack!" She called his name, pushing through the restless students eager to get home for the holidays. His ears twitched and he turned back to her, stopping just in front of the portal that the Dark Mirror had conjured for him.

"Just in time!" She laughed, waving at him as she approached. "I have something for you!"

Oh gosh, he was adorable. His ears swiveled toward her and his tail wagged lightly, his face turning red. Damn, she hoped she wasn't misreading these signs. The way he seemed to perk up when he noticed her, the pretty little blush, not to mention the way his tail wagged (despite how he denied it).

"Rose?"

Ooh, she loved the way he said her name. His deep, rumbly voice, the way his lips formed the letters... sheesh, when did she start thinking in romance novel? He certainly had pretty lips though, that's for sure. Thin but full. Probably warm and soft. She was staring now, look away! She was doing something! ... She couldn't remember what now.

When did she get this close to him? She had something to do! Something...

"I... I have something... to give you." She muttered, now only inches from him. He was even brighter red than before, but he wasn't pushing her away. Did he...?

Her hands landed on his chest. He was warm. "Rose? W-What exactly are you giving me?" His ears were forward and she could see his tail wagging fast in her peripheral vision. Did he want this too? He wasn't pushing her away, he...

She was on her tiptoes, her nose brushing his. He was standing completely still, panting slightly. She'd come this close, no way was she chickening out now. She pressed her lips to his.

The noise of the bustling boys seemed to die out around them, her awareness of the world around her falling just to them. The feeling of him against her, warm and solid. His hands had drifted to her waist and back, pulling her flush against him.

She had no idea what she was doing, and she was fairly certain he didn't either. She moved her mouth against his, brushing her tongue along his lips. He responded in kind. It was clunky and sloppy, and their teeth were knocking together, but it wasn't unpleasant. She definitely didn't want to stop.

A wolf whistle (hah) rang out from somewhere in the hall and all at once the world resumed around them. Rose almost fainted from the speed at which blood rushed to her face. "Right! Have a good holiday, say hi to the fam for me, I'm gonna go light that bitch on fire!"

Jack opened his mouth to say something, his own face resembling a tomato, but she was already speed walking away in the direction of the whistle. Whoever did that better already be gone or they were eating embers.

Shit. She didn't give him her number. She turned back around, but she didn't see him where he was before. Dammit.

Now she was going to have to go the whole break with nothing but that moment on repeat in her mind.

~~

I've been staring at this too long, take it away from meee

@screamintoad, @babyghoul138, @skriblee-ksk (you guys have all said cute stuff about JackRose but if you don't want me to tag you just say so)

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

201 Dialogue Prompts (almost)

Hello beautiful people! So, over the years, I've been collection writing prompts (mainly dialogue) and I wanted to put them all in one place. So here are 201 writing prompts! Feel free to reblog/use them yourself.

Unfortunately these are not really sorted into categories, so reading through these might be a bit messy. Hope you still enjoy them tho!!

Some of these are pretty old, so I tried to rewrite them to include 3 pronouns, but if I missed any pls dm me and I'll fix it! 🤍

My requests are not currently open, but my asks are. Meaning I won't do requests, but if you sent me something and my brain goes "oooh yes!" there....there's a good chance I'll do it 😅

"You have alienated everyone you loved. And now? Now you're all alone."

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

"I trusted you!" "Now, now. Don't blame me for your poor life choices."

"I said to make a SMALL fire! This is NOT a SMALL fire!". "You know, size is really just relative. You can hardly blame me."

"So, what's your plan?" "My plan!? My plan was to follow your plan!"

"That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly stupid idea. Let's do it and see what happenes."

"I lied because I didn't want you to know how much it hurt me."

"Do you trust me?" "No." "Smart kid."

"How do we keep on getting ourselves in these kind of situations?" "[A number] years of friendship and I still don't know."

"I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely."

"I don't know if I should kiss you or shove you of a bridge." "Can I pick?"

"By the gods. You love her, don't you?"

"I didn't have these kind of problems when I was dead."

"Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive."

"B-but.." "You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can't live without me doesn't mean I can't live without you."

"If you were logical, you would have killed me already."

"Where did you learn how to do that?"

"I'm only telling the truth when I say that you have not behaved completely as a gentleman in this matter."

"What? I meant it as a compliment."

"You found it on the beach? You know, when most people take a walk on the beach, they pick up seashells."

“Look at me. I love you.”

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I'm afraid we can't allow ourselves to do that."

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.” "Well, then it's good that I don't believe in fate."

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

"So you're not going to say anything?" "No." "I think you should. You'll regret it if you don't."

"Wait, don't pull away... Not yet." "Forgive me if I'm misreading this, but do you want to make out?"

"Can you quit being sarcastic, it's the lowest form of wit"

"I don't believe in never," he/she/they said. "I don't believe in always," he/she/they countered. "Well, opposites attract." "Never," he/she/they raised an eyebrow. "Always," he/she/they finished, smirking.

"One day, you will underestimate me again. And you will regret it."

"I'm right here, completely at your mercy. Why don't you just kill me?" "While it would make my life a lot easier, it would also make it a lot more boring. I prefer the world with you in it... for now, anyways."

"Love is scary. This feeling of falling terrifies me. The only way it ends is with hitting the ground." "Not if I catch you." "You can't catch me if you're falling with me." "Darling, I started falling long before you did."

"What one soul conciders evil, another might consider righteous. But black and white can become gray so easily. "

He/She/Theyfound the note he/she/they left him/her/them, his/her/their name written finely in pitch black ink. He/She/They read it once. Then twice. Then eight more times. After folding it neatly, he/she/they took one last look, set it alight, and walked away.

"You think your better than me." "I don't 'think'. I know."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you didn't want me."

"But the way I feel when I'm with you... it's... indescribable."

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"I simply can't stay away from you."

"I promised, didn't I?"

"I love you a lot more than you believe."

"What you're doing is wrong."

"You almost got killed! And for what? An artifact that shouldn't even belong to you."

"You seem a bit tense."

"Your hands are cold."

"You have something in your hair."

"You can't just leave me behind like everyone else you used to love! Not this time!"

"I don't know how I lived without you for so long."

"You deserve so much better than me."

"You know what? You're right. I do. But I don't want better than you, I want you!"

"Well, I might hate you more but I'll never love you less."

"Loving you was never easy," he/she/they acknowledged. "But it was fun, right?" He/She/They asked, raising his/her/their eyebrows. He/She/They looked at his/her/their feet, trying to hide his/her/their small smile. "Fun... That's one way to describe it." "How else would you?" "Chaotic and dangerous and peculiar?" "Sounds like fun to me."

"How can you call it love when it hurts you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it."

"You are not a person one simply settles for. I would consider myself lucky, if I ever had a chance with a person like you."

"Oh man, I've had the worst day ever."

"Apologize. Right now."

"No, it's really not that complicated. He's a bad person."

"I haven't tried this on a human yet, but it should be very similar."

"Humility is not one of my many virtues."

"The next time you shoot a guy, maybe don't do it on national television."

"Grief is the prize you pay for love."

"Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here. Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half."

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry."

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?"

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over."

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath."

“Be careful.”

“I love you.”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

"Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

"What's your issue?" "WHAT'S YOUR ISSUE?!"

“You say you love me. So what? You wouldn’t be the first and you certainly won’t be the last.”

“I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.”

“Despite what many think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

"Take one more step in that direction and I will kill you.”

“How funny. You thought I cared.”

“This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!”

“I am not a prize to be won.”

“Nothing matters anymore."

“Tell me what happened. Tell me why everything changed.”

“You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!

“Jesus, you’re acting like you don’t even want to touch me!”

“All the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?”

“You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”

“You betrayed me!”

“I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”

“You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die.”

“I don’t love you. I never have.”

“Do not try and spin this to be my fault instead of yours.”

“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”

"Are you sober?" "I'm moderately functional." "I'll take that as a no."

"This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went pretty well."

"I'm fine." "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking at me."

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 16

I flex and unflex my fingers repeatedly during this too-long elevator ride. Javi's reply to my text had been short, and I wonder what kind of expression will be waiting for me at his door. Granted, all I had said was that I made a mistake and I asked if I could come see him. Part of me hoped he was angry at me because then we would be in the same boat. Anger, I would understand. It would match the guilt that was clambering through me now. The guilt that was compressing on my chest, threatening to push me back down even as the elevator continued to rise.

Finally, I'm at his door. I take a deep breath, and knock. To my surprise, the door swings open almost immediately. And unfortunately, Javi's face is completely unreadable. He doesn't look angry or confused or hurt. He just looks...blank. Unfeeling. Neither upset nor happy.

"Thank you," I say, feeling how weird it was to start a conversation this way as soon as I do. "For answering."

"Of course," he says, his face still unyielding. He doesn't immediately move out of the way, and I'm about to launch into my speech, but the careful part of me still remembers that Jack is staying across the hall. I have no idea where Emma and Blake are, but I'm assuming they are somewhere on this floor. Javi seems to have this realization as well, stepping to the side and silently inviting me in. I step through the door, starting to talk as soon as he shuts the door behind me.

"I wanted to–" I'm briefly cut off, taking in the room in front of me. The beauty of this room, or apartment rather, takes me off guard. There is a king sized bed on the far wall, with a kitchen closest to the door I had just entered from. There are two steps downward into an open living-room, every aspect of the room bright and airy. The furniture is all white and deep wood, and the couches in the space face out onto a large balcony with a view that far surpasses the one I have a few floors down. You can see practically the entire city from here. I balk for a second, then steel myself, reminding me of why I'm here. I turn back to him, leaning against the counter of the kitchen. I take another steadying breath.

"I wanted to apologize to you."

I gauge his reaction to this, but he is still close to the door, only having walked in a few steps. Most of his attention is directed to the floor, at his bare feet. He kicks at an invisible pebble, stuffing his hands deep into his loose pockets.

"What for?" He says, his tone casual.

Well, I hadn't expected that one. Had I misread the situation? Maybe he wasn't angry at all. But I remember his face, and how he refused to look in my direction.

"My childish behavior," I say honestly, "I was...uncomfortable with the scene today. It took some reflecting but at the end of the day, I got scared. Seeing you with her–" His face snapped up at this, though his expression is still unreadable. "It was a lot harder than I thought. It...reminded me of things from before, with John. I thought that I could get back at you by flirting with Blake," One of his fists clenches at the name, "But it's not you I want to get back at, it's John." I'm the one looking down at my feet now. "And now I realize how silly that is. You were just doing your job. I was inappropriate, and I'm sorry."

I wait for several moments, not daring to look up. My face burned, and I wanted to shrink away from this vulnerability. But I knew that if I didn't do this now, I would be continuing to let the past win.

"I'm sorry, too," Javi says softly. I glance up, and I can now see the hurt in his eyes. "I hadn't thought about John," He can't hide the disgust when he says his name, "About how that could affect you."

I shake my head, "You can't help it. I had to be there, and you had to do it. It's not your fault."

"I know, but I still could have...explained it to you. How robotic it is for me. The physical scenes—they've never bothered me. I don't feel anything when I do them. It's just checking something off the list."

"Oh," I nod, considering his words. "Unfortunately, though, you are a pretty talented actor." I smirk a little, still feeling this guilt.

He smiles, walking a few steps toward me. We couldn't be more than a foot apart now.

"Still, Javi, I feel awful. I'm not—I don't do this. I wasn't even trying to make you jealous, I didn't even know you would hear or see anything. I just...I wanted to feel like I was in control. So I behaved like a teenager."

He smirks, "Hey, I didn't react in exactly the most mature fashion, either. By the end of the day Blake had stopped speaking to me entirely. Every time he tried to chat with me I just couldn't do it. The way he was sizing you up as you left—" He shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"I'm sorry," I say again, "I'm hoping he'll forget about it."

"I doubt it," Javi says, eyes drifting to my mouth.

"Well, I think some actors like the attention. Usually their flirting means nothing except that they want to know that you want them."

Javi looks startled. Okay, not the best thing I could have said apparently.

"This has happened before?"

I shrug, diffuse the situation. "Only once or twice, and to other PAs, too. But we don't usually react. And it's usually the actor who initiated it..." I don't want to admit outright that I was the one who approached Blake, I think that has been made clear enough.

Javi's gaze hardens. "So they've made...unwanted advances on you?"

"No, no. Just said a few weird comments. I never react." I bite down on my lip, debating if I should even ask but, "What did you hear from our conversation today?"

"I heard you ask him for lessons." His brow furrowed. "And him ask you out for a drink." He now looks as though he is weighing continuing his train of thought as well. "Ava, it made me jealous. I will freely admit that. But I also want you to be careful. We never said what this was, you're free to flirt with whoever you wish," I open my mouth to cut him off at that, but he holds up a hand in gentle warning. "My point is, I like Blake enough. But I have a weird feeling about him. I don't know if he is like these other actors who would just flirt with you and let it go. There are some people who take advantage of their...status."

"I know, believe me. I've heard of instances at other studios."

He nods, seemingly a little relieved. I feel relieved as well. Not at his concern for Blake. No, that made my stomach twist a little bit. But I am relieved that he heard me out, and the guilt bubbling up within me has simmered slightly.

I take another risk, reaching for his hand and holding it loosely in mine. And when he doesn't pull away, I pull him in just another half-step further.

"I wish I had talked to you," he says, eyes on the floor again, "I never want you to feel like my attention is elsewhere."

"Don't apologize," My voice is soft, "I could have talked to you about it. I truly didn't know it was an issue until today. I mean, it had hurt to see you two before but there wasn't anything between us at that point. Just my own fantasies."

Javi smirks, eyebrow tipping upward. "Fantasies?"

I roll my eyes. "I didn't like watching you two in that fake Paris hotel room. Not after we blocked it together. I had to walk off set, actually."

The humor slips from Javi's eyes, and he murmurs something I can't discern.

"What did you say?"

"Damn him," Javi's eyes are molten, "Damn him for not realizing what he had. You deserved better."

My eyes sting. For his words, and the realization I had today. Being cheated on, both by John, but also my best friend, had done more damage than I realized. I don't want to be bitter, or not to trust this man in front of me who has made me feel so good.

"So would now be an appropriate time for me ask why we ever hung out in my room if yours looks like this?" I giggle, but it comes out sort of gargled. I want to change the subject before tears actually spring out.

Javi smiles sympathetically, giving me a swift kiss on the forehead before beckoning me to the rest of the room.

"It's not bad. However, the mini bar has been robbed."

I giggle again, less strained this time. "I heard it was donated to those in need."

He chuckles, walking to the far end of the room so I can survey it more. No wonder he was one of the only people to have access to the pool. This was definitely more of a penthouse level of accommodations. I take the two steps down into the living-room, and walk over to the balcony.

"Now I understand why you wouldn't admit how good my view was. You were holding out on me."

Javi just shrugs, "I enjoyed it enough. Want to see the rest of it?"

"There's more?"

He laughs, "Just the bathroom," he waves me forward, and I jog up to meet him on the right side of he bed, which I now realize has double doors next to it.

He makes a show out of opening both doors at the same time, and as much as I want to call him out, my words get caught in my throat at the sight. The bathroom is almost half the size as the studio apartment it belongs to with floor to ceiling windows encompassing most of the room. The floors are sparkling white marble, and there is a double vanity sitting next to a large walk-in shower. But the real star of the room was the enormous claw-foot tub, which was granted the place of honor. It sat directly across from the double door entryway, and right in front of the wall of windows. From where I stood, it was as though the lights of the city were holding it up.

Javi leaned against the entryway, a smug smile growing on his face as he took in my dumbfounded expression.

"Once again, why were we in my room?" I laughed, making a bee-line for the tub.

"I've always wanted a tub like this!" I run my hands across its sides, "And to think that Lana and I both banged our knees in our shower stall downstairs."

"Well, it's yours, anytime you'd want to try it."

"Really?" I whip my head back around to face him, unable to hide my excitement.

"Of course," He gives me a slow, genuine smile that I adore. My heart stutters at the sight, and I choose to look back out the windows before he can see my pink cheeks. I hear him walk over to me. Slowly, confidently. My breath hitches as I sense his chest against my back.

Gently, he places his hands on my shoulders, running them down my arms and making me shiver.

"You could use it now, if you'd like." His voice is low against the shell of my ear.

"R-really?"

"Mhm," He starts to twirl my ponytail around in one of his hands.

My body thrummed at the thought of being in the water with him again. I bend over, perhaps arching my back more than necessary, and turn on the water. Javi chuckles softly as I spin around to face him.

"So I'm forgiven?" I can't help but ask.

His deep chocolate eyes are full of affection. So much so that my eyes almost well up again.

"Yes. All is forgiven," He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. Pulling back just enough to speak, he adds, "Though I would prefer you don't make a habit out of flirting with other men."

I nod, the motion brushing our lips against each other again. Javi pulls away, giving me another fond smile.

"I'll leave you to it, then." He gives my hand a squeeze, walking toward the door.

"I'll–what?"

"I'll leave you to your bath," He calls over his shoulder.

"Well I sort of thought that you would be... joining me." I tap my fingers along the edge of the tub.

Javi faces me again, eyebrows raised. "You want company?"

I shrug, "It's a big bathroom...it could get lonely."

"It has been." He answers quickly, eyes drifting to my lips again.

Neither of us move for a heartbeat or two, and then suddenly it's as though something clicks into place for Javi. He stalks over to the vanity, picking up the chair that was resting near the giant mirror. He carries it over to the tall windows so that it is against the glass, facing the tub.

"What's that for?" I ask.

"I'm going to keep you company," his face is full of mischief.

I roll my eyes, "I meant I wanted you in the tub with me, Javi."

"I know," He quirks, taking his seat, stretching his limbs wide as if settling in for a long film. "I'd like to sit here, if you don't mind."

I want to roll my eyes again, but there is a swirl deep in my belly at the thought of him watching me in the tub. I feign nonchalance as I reach for the assortment of bath products, plucking the bubble bath from the many options. Thankfully, it's written in English.

Javi clicks his tongue, "No bubbles today."

My hands fly to my hips. "And why is that? I didn't think you were going to dictate how my bath should run."

He tucks one of his arms behind his head, and I can't help but stare at his bicep as he relaxes further. "It will block my view."

He then runs his eyes so slowly over my body that I want to squirm under their gaze. My chest heaves. I focus on the running water, trying to relax my breath. The tub is almost completely full now. The moment feels more intimate than if he was simply getting in the bath with me. And now, without the adrenaline rush of a job offer, I feel hesitant. He hadn't seen me fully in the pool. It was too dark and I was already submerged by the time I took off my swimsuit. What if he didn't like what he sees? If he's seen better? I'd been working all day, and walking around after that, not exactly the best I could possibly look right now—

No.

No, no, no. I'm not running anymore.

I'm not going to pull away from this. Away from the man that makes my head spin. Away from this man who forgave me so easily. Away from this man who looks as though he could devour me right where I stand, regardless of how I might look after a long day's work. If I want to move on from the past, I need to stop thinking that Javi would treat me even remotely the same. No, he was so much better.

I push past my butterflies, leaning forward as gracefully as possible to turn off the water. I take my time, checking the heat with my fingertips, skimming them across the surface. Then I untie my hair, shaking it out from its ponytail until it becomes a curtain around me. I slip out of my sandals, which I now realize I should have done long before I entered the bathroom. Though glancing over at Javi, that would be the furthest thing from his mind. He watches every movement I make carefully, his eyes never wandering from my hands and their next task. His hand is still resting behind his head, casually. But I don't miss how he has straightened up in his chair.

My intentionally tantalizing dance is made obvious by how long I take to lift the hem of my shirt above my head, and even longer to step out of my shorts. When I'm left in nothing but my bra and panties, I make direct eye contact with Javi as I unclasp the back. He takes a sharp inhale of breath at the sight of my bare torso, and he seems to stop breathing entirely as I shimmy out of my thong, finally stepping into the tub.

I can't help but sigh as the warm water encompasses me. I sink down completely, keeping my eyes closed the entire time. It just felt so good. Knowing that I was forgiven, knowing that he wanted to stay in the room with me, watching me. It takes a wholly amount of self control not to look at him again as I take the soap and a sea sponge and start to wash myself. I take my time, possibly spending longer in specific areas. It's not until I dip my head back to wet my hair that I peer up at him.

Javi now had his broad arms resting on his knees, leaning as close to the tub as possible. One of his hands is gripping his knee tightly, while the other one is rubbing across his jaw, over his mouth. He doesn't notice that my eyes are on him now because his eyes are—everywhere else. His casual nature was gone, and he looks almost strained as he roams over my body through the water. I'm about to ask if everything is okay, but he speaks first.

"Will you do something for me, Ava?" Gravelly words. Not rushed at all despite his rigid demeanor.

"Yes?"

He looks me in the eye this time.

"Touch yourself."

I blink. A roguish, arrogant smile spreads across his face.

"Show me how you handled those fantasies that you mentioned."

My returning smile is shy, though the excitement deep in my belly is anything but. I drag a shaky, eager hand across my chest, palming at my breasts before running my hand down further between my legs. Javi settles back in his chair, but his hands remain resting on his knees. I hear a low intake of breath from him as my hand finds its resting place. I keep thinking that at some point, I'll need to look away. That the intimacy of this moment will be too much. But I feel transfixed. Even as I start to arch my back slightly at my own touch, even as my circular motions become faster, more intentioned, I don't look away. I hold Javi's gaze the entire time. A gaze that is darkening with every stroke of my hand.

I notice that his hand is inching its way upward, almost unbeknownst to him. Like he can't help himself. This darts my attention down between his muscular thighs, and my lips part at the growing tightness between them. Any worry I had before about his attraction to me vanishes at the sight. My naked body, my hands building up my own arousal is what he wants. A gentle curl falls in front of his face, the only indication that he could unfurl at any moment.

"Who are you thinking about? Him or me?" He narrows his eyes, unbuttoning his jeans.

His voice shoots straight to my heat, causing me to pick up the pace. My knee hits the side of the tub, and I open myself up wider.

"You," My strained voice is no higher than a whisper, "Always you."

Javi hums, satisfied. His own hand dips beneath his waistline and my mouth goes dry. It was only last night that I felt that length poking against my back, teasing me. I had still yet to see it. And I want that and more.

"I-I don't want it like this." I breathe.

Immediately, Javi halts. His eyes widen, and he removes his hand from his jeans. I can tell he will leave at any moment, and I hurry to finish my thought.

"Don't move," I say, bracing my arms on either side of the tub. I pull myself up slowly, savoring the look on his face now that my body is soaked and pink with arousal. I step out of the water, walking the short distance between us and bracing my arms on either of his shoulders. I don't think about the water drenching his jeans until I'm already straddling him. Then I look at his face, asking a silent permission to continue. His jaw is tight, and I bite down on my lip as I feel him hardening underneath me.

"I want you inside me." The words come out without restraint or shame. I rock forward just a little, gasping into his mouth. "That was the fantasy."

It was as if that was the codeword to bring him out of some hypotonic state. As soon as those words leave my mouth, Javi snaps.

His hands grip onto my backside, hard. He pulls me up before rocking me back down. Up and down, up and down. I whimper, tossing my head back. The sensation of my bare, wet skin against his rough denim is almost too much to handle. He growls into my neck, standing up and taking me with him. I wrap my legs securely around his hips, determined to latch onto whatever he has in store for me. As we exit the bathroom, I leave any doubts or worries behind me.

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[formula-fun]

Hii, i was just re reading your fics because theyre so amazing 🩵 i was just wondering, will we get some light on that discussion lorenzo and jules had and charles overheard?? I mean idk if it was just a "i want you to be safe" kind of thing because i felt there was more to that

Hiii aw thank you! 🩵

i think it might be mentioned one more time but I dont really mind spoiling it since i'm not planning on explicitly explaining it! That scene goes along with the one in the next chapter where Charles is in Maranello to negotiate his contract. ferrari basically weren't sure about signing omegas because they thought their heats were unpredictable and could get in the way of racing, so jules was on a shit ton of suppressants so that he didn't have heats at all, but he had a bunch of side effects as a result and they were bad enough that they could have had long term effects on his health and fertility. Officially Ferrari blamed it on the 'rigors of racing' being too hard on omegas, but they all kind of knew it was because of the medication they had him on--lorenzo andrea and mattia were all fully aware of it and didnt shy around it. i headcanon (apparently you can have headcanons for your own fic) that jules and lorenzo kind of had feelings for each other but never really discussed it, so jules was kinda like well if this has long term effects on my fertility it doesnt matter because im only interested in omegas anyway, completely misreading that lorenzo was upset because he loved him and wanted him to be healthy.

also andrea knew about this while it was happening and still resents ferrari for it a little, as well as for the way they treated charles when he was really young, because none of it was necessary--none of the other teams were doing that, and realistically ferrari would have probably signed jules and charles regardless of the hoops they jumped through just to avoid them going to other teams. it's also why lorenzo was so insistent that charles miscarried because of genetics and not because of the stress of his job--ferrari used to use that excuse for jules' health issues all the time when they all knew he was sick because of the medication ferrari was giving him.

sorry for the long answer but i hope that covers it!

[derangedthots]

Hi author, anon about the ask over your CTF Jace and Aemond characterization here ✌🏾

First of I want to say that you are very kind to answer all of our asks, questions and comments. I of course left various comments on your fics but I often wonder if I or we, aren’t annoying you … but then I guess that is also the beauty of fanfiction over regular fiction novels,right ? the access, the direct line of communication the readers have with the writer. anyway a very tiny paragraph to say that I’m very grateful for your interactions with us on your tumblr.

To go back to my ask & your answer … I hope you didn’t think I was disparaging your Aemond and its characterization (if it came out that way I really apologize). I think he’s very likable and comes out as any individual who lost his eye & didnt get too see the perpetrator punished, and finally got a dragon and saw himself being reprimanded for it. Meaning he’s bitter, angry and slightly closeted. Also the yearning he has for Jacaerys that you made us peeped in the last chapter made him a very compelling character.

I like what you say abt still maintaining Aemond’s (book canon and show canon) darkness and his thoughts being as dark as his heart. Now I imagine CTF!Aemond’s yearning for Jacaerys is not all rainbows and flowery hope of a courtship. I figure at night, in his room … he must think abt all he could to Jacaerys …🫣

I also like what you say abt Aemond having to change for a place next to Jacaerys. It also parallel how Jacaerys will have to accept Aemond and his not so savory parts too (& also how the throne will inevitably change Jacaerys in some capacity). Ultimately both Jace and Aemond will have to make concessions to be together but also put a lot of trust in one another and love, lust and trust don’t often go together. They have a long way to go … which is probably very fun for you to write as the author.

Sending you good vibes for your college classes !

don't worry, you aren't annoying me at all!! in fact, it's always incredibly touching to me that you guys care abt something i've made so much that you're so curious abt it. i'm grateful for interacting with you too!!💕💕

also absolutely no need to apologize, it didn't come off like you were disparaging my characterization of aemond, i was just running off 3hrs of sleep that day and answering your ask at almost 1am so i misread and didn't realize i went off on a nearly unrelated tangent until after i'd posted😅😅 even when i was delirious tho, i just thought you were commenting on book!aemond's dark traits and wondering how much of them i would be incorporating (part of that whole spiel was also just me preemptively responding to any future issues readers might have with my interpretation)👍🏼

"bitter, angry, and slightly closeted" is such an excellent description of aemond in general but CTF!aemond especially😂😭 let's just say he thinks some very...colorful and impassioned thoughts abt jace frequently😳🫣 i'm glad you find my characterization of him compelling!!

since the FMF/CTF universe is supposed to be a fix-it, i'm really trying to get jacemond's dynamic to be as healthy as possible. not necessarily perfect by our modern standards of course, it is still westeros, but healthy all the same. and i personally think it's a mark of a healthy/equal relationship when you don't try to change one another but rather, your love inspires each other to change. (otherwise, what are you there for? just find someone who already fits your necessary criteria lol, trying to build-a-bear a relationship you're already in just sounds like a recipe for endless fights and disappointment+disaster) but yeah i'm a romantic what can i say🥲🤷🏻‍♀️ like you mention, there's still a long way to go before both them get to being completely level with each other; trust, i think, must preclude love - it has to be there for it to form in the first place, otherwise it's just lust/obsession - and neither of them are really at trust yet. it's def equal parts fun to flesh out but also frustrating bc i know all of us just wanna be there already😂

thank you for the good vibes, i'm sending you some too! i hope life treats you amazing!!♥️

[henriiiii-1001old]

Actually I'm gonna send another au ask (I hope u don't mind XD) I kinda wanna know whats up with "Spider Puppet" (the design rules so much) and also any other fun facts you have about AltThatcher/Puppet from Unholy Gift?

NO I DONT MIND AT ALL

ALSO H E L L Y E A H SPIDER PUPPET!!!!!!

his name is technically "the puppeteer" because haha symbolism CFVGBHN

so fun fact about puppet, he was made to not be able to have any sort of weird flaws other than his pure form. however, overtime puppet just got like. reeeaaally pissed at gabriel because half the time he's not even in full control of himself. he is literally a puppet to gabriel.

so he just bottled up a lot of anger, and his spider form didn't truly emerge until ruth escaped. so he was just extra pissed at that point. so pissed to the point he grew his hair slightly longer and formed 4 extra arms and 6 more eyes. anger issues paired with technical daddy issues can do a lot to a man SDCFVGBH

but he can use his extra limbs to climb walls and shit so that's cool. and fucking freaky. LIKE. F R E A K Y. ESPECIALLY SINCE HE LOOKS LIKE A VERY FUCKED UP THATCHER WHILE DOING IT.

and oooooo fun facts!!!! :DDDDD

was made by gabriel to be a sort of "perfect alternate". he would have no flaws when mocking a person's appearance, making him the least detectable and would only be able to further gabriel's plans. this however backfired when he realized that puppet couldn't actually mock personalities and for the fact that puppet eventually tried overthrowing him. whoops.

is associated with the color pink!!! specifically a dark pink to contrast thatcher's lighter green color. also to be complimentary to ruth's yellow while still contrasting by being assigned a darker color.

was actually the alternate that made cesar kill himself. and since cesar's conversion to becoming an alternate, they have been literally best friends. cesar takes a lot of his personality from puppet.

was ALSO one of the alternates that played a part in mark's death. he was the one shot by mark too. the technical real cesar was there too, but he just did the voice stuff as well as the phone call to lure mark to the torres house.

this is probably gonna be taken out of context by proshippers so listen to me VERY CLOSELY. he THOUGHT that he had a crush on ruth for a while. i just think this is a funny concept so it's here. DO NOT TAKE THIS AS ME TRYING TO SHIP!!!!! they would be in an EXTREMELY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP IF THAT WERE THE CASE, in which they technically ALREADY ARE due to puppet literally mentally, emotionally, and physically tormenting ruth by keeping her in her own home without any means of escape without some sort of very cruel punishment. PLEASE PLEASE do not take this the wrong way.

continuing from the last one since i hopefully set that straight: puppet probably went to six all like "BRO IM IN LOVE HELP WHAT DO I DO" and six is just like "um. idk man you're not supposed to feel that stuff. and i haven't felt love since i became an alternate lmao gl w that". he does eventually realize it was only a weird side feeling of being obsessed with becoming thatcher, so he was probably just like "i must be besties with her or else i am not thatcher, but i am him so i'll be fine" and he just completely misread his own feelings. mostly because he's not supposed to have them but yeah :/

kinda hates tiffany. they only hang out with each other bc they cannot tolerate any of the other alternates other than cesar and adam. so they kinda just deal with it LMAO

his hair is kinda supposed to look like horns!!! like lil devil horns :DDDDD yes i took that straight from my old william design shut up CFVGBHNJ

uuhhh yeah that's kinda it for now! i hope you enjoy as another alt thatcher fan :3c

[abysskeeper]

Thing is a two year time skips means once again Oscar gets development off screen that we don’t get to see. The reason why others see him as not important is that exact thing, we don’t get to see him, not as much as everyone else.

“He’s not suppose to be the focus” is what I’ve seen fans say. Yeah okay but he still deserves at least some? And having a two year time skip just feel like a lazy way to develop Oscar without showing that development.

Sometimes I feel like that’s the reason why Oscar has little to no merch and why everyone else does. It’s cuz the writes don’t wanna be bothered with giving Oscar some screen time that’s not then overshadowed with everyone else and don’t see him important.

For me a two year time skip would only further that.

Hi Nonny! Let me start by saying...trust me, I totally get it. I'm the gal who condemned herself to (albeit very slowly) writing fanfic for the rest of the show's run because I heard "Her name...is Jinn" and went "Hm, let's examine how we got here" and never looked back. I've written my fair share of "missing canon" scenes because hey, if the writers won't do it for my boy, and fans want to ignore him, then it's free real estate.

I'll shove the rest under a read more because I got a little long winded.

I also want to clarify that just because I may or may not want to see that dynamic of years having passed (I do), I absolutely do not expect it to happen. Me wanting years before they return is basically my writer brain going "Imagine the angst!" and taking off with an idea. Especially the emotional Rosegarden potential on Oscar's end.

Logistically though, years doesn't make sense and I know it. We know Salem is launching her endgame and holding her off for that long seems improbable. It isn't impossible but...it is unlikely.

And it really doesn't make sense for the meta either. All of volume 9 was about Ruby coming to terms with the fact she is enough and she did her best, and a lot of the preceding questioning that led to her doubting herself was regarding the message sent to the rest of the world in volume 8. That end shot with RWBY+J finally reaching Vacuo and seeing all of the kingdoms there defending it is meant to show a direct result of that message and be a real world affirmation that Ruby is enough. She did enough, the message got out, the world responded to her. Having it be years since their fall into the Ever After negates that point, because suddenly the other kingdoms are there defending Vacuo because they have to with the war against Salem inevitably ramping up during that time. I don't think the writers are going for that.

That said however, I do hope (and believe) it will be a few months. Maybe upwards of 6 if they're feeling ballsy. Anything less than a month, to me, would sort of have the inverse effect of what you're rightly pointing out here. Volumes 7 and 8 were just as much a show at Ruby's character regression as they were for Ren, Nora, and Oscar's character progressions. Ren and Nora didn't need the Ever After because they came to those realizations about themselves on their own terms through volume 7, and then definitely into volume 8. They weren't complete developments of course, they were steps of progress, but I don't expect Ruby or Jaune to be at their end stages either.

And, I don't know, maybe I misread it, but Oscar had major plot and character movement in volume 8, and it just screamed at me that it was all about his immense potential and capability to step in as a leader himself. Not as Oz (Salem's denial of him being Oz is direct proof of that) but as Oscar himself (choosing to play the game and turn some of Salem's people; choosing to trust Hazel; and most importantly, not giving up on those plans as Oz advised him to do). I think bringing RWBY+J (especially team leaders Ruby and Jaune, the two he has looked up to and relied on the most) back too soon to Vacuo would rob him of that opportunity to be in a role he is clearly meant to take and that it would do a disservice to the developments he did make in volume 8.

And that would be...the first time actually...where I don't think I would mind not seeing all of that development happen on screen for Oscar? In part because we already saw the starting stages of it in volume 8, and in part because there is something to be said about exploring character development after it's happened already. If done well (and I do continue to have faith in CRWBY, a rare sentiment I know), it can be a lot of fun. I don't need to see the moment where Oscar decides to step up and help people when all evidence and his prior actions point to him making that decision without hesitation. What I do want to see is what comes after it, how he handles taking on that mantle and how he handles all of the struggles that come with it (not to mention mourning losing 5 of his friends in one go...based on a plan he helped create); and you need time for all that to set in. Maybe years is too long...but months is not.

And this is all without considering the Merge because I do not believe the Merge will happen (even though I wrote fic for that too), and even if it does...it won't happen the way FNDM anticipates (the way FNDM anticipates goes directly against what we saw Jinn portray). Overall though, I don't really bother myself with what fans say...mostly because I like to retain my sanity. I know we've had issues with it in the past (the fact we didn't get a single scene in v6 after he went "missing" still haunts me), but volumes 7-8 really seemed to be setting up and showing that the writers view Oscar as a main character. His brief "appearance" in volume 9, if you will, I think only further solidified that point. So I'm not overly concerned with CRWBY not giving him screen time, I'm just hoping that screen time is an accurate representation and continuation of what we saw in volume 8.

Tl;dr I don't disagree with you, Nonny, and I don't actually think we're getting a time skip of years (but it does make writer brain go brrrr). That said, having no time pass at all I think would be just as big of a disservice to team Vacuo, and especially to Oscar. There's a middle there that I'm putting faith in CRWBY threading the needle of.

And, oh yeah. Give us more Oscar merch. I do just...wholeheartedly agree there.

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

reading log numbah 7

Umineko [1st episode completed, minor spoilers]

the atmosphere for the first ep is honestly amazing n i like how they never show beatrice's sprite throughout the whole thing too (until the sort of 'interlude' chapters anyways)

battler is honestly a really enjoyable protag when he stops the boob nonsense. also it's a lil funny when he's still trying to argue that witches don't exist while he's talking to dead ppl you speak your truth man

i still like maria i understand her. #girl

i have no idea where this game is gonna go from here

Cell of Empireo DLC (vague?? spoilers for the DLC)

i read the rest of the dlc myself bc idk when or if the translation channel will come back 🥹🫡 hopefully i understood properly

wow so utsugi's relationship w hatsutori was fixation the moment they met huh? like instant religious adoration; at the same time it's not that. it's mentioned by other characters that rather than romantic love it's "fundamental" love but to him i don't think it's the same as how a follower would love jesus. he sees hajime as a person n doesn't want him to be crushed by his burden, while continuing the situation... "so to affirm him is to affirm me." talking abt wanting to be needed n clinging to him like that. hmm

maybe i'm misreading it a lil, it sort of reminds me of reiji's instant imprinting on sanemitsu except without the familial aspect (in reiji's flashback when he said he didn't want his relationship w his dad to become an obsession, i immediately thought of utsugi) -- n obviously in utsugi's case it went down a bad route. also there was more going on w utsugi n harada then i thought

this series is surprisingly meta... was not expecting that when i first started

wherever this series is going i hope it ends happily for the coe gang n sanemitsu..... 🥹🥹🥹 shinano numero uno

[lnights]

hi! i hope you're doing well and that you had the greatest time at the show you went to yesterday <3 i'm sorry i keep coming into your inbox asking for comfort mini fics but i'm really at the end of my rope this week so if you have any j/j or poly fluff (with pining) to share i'd love it ! but no pressure though, once again i'm just happy to read your blog! love u <3 - 🐺

Ily too wolfie, no worries. Here's a poly combo I haven't played around with yet but feels super obvious to me right now.

As I wrote this it's a lot more pining than fluff 😅 hope it still helps

...

Olli looked at his friends wistfully.

They made a cute couple, no one could deny that. Tommi was already bigger and taller than Joonas, despite him being a couple years younger, and Joonas was always a head turner in his year.

They had told Olli they decided to officially be boyfriends a couple months ago at lunch, Joonas almost hopping in his seat from excitement as he told him about their most recent date, Tommi's eyes so warm as he looked at him...

All he could do was be happy for them.

And he swore he was, but the last couple weeks he had been feeling something else as he watched them.

He worried he was being a third wheel, they still did everything together, but he would catch the two of them leaning into each other and something churned in his stomach.

Right now the three of them were at Joonas's house, hanging out while he wrote music for their band; Joonas casually using Tommi as a pillow while he asked Olli about lyrics and guitar riffs.

They looked so comfy, and Olli found himself imagining laying back next to Joonas, heads together on Tommi's soft stomach while he played with their hair.

"What do you think of this line, Olli?"

Joonas's voice snapped him out of his daydream, cheeks heating at his own thoughts.

Joonas looked at him in concern, putting the notebook down and sitting up.

"You ok?" Joonas asked, "you've been quiet today." He and Tommi exchanged a look, "you've actually been really quiet around us lately."

"Oh, sorry," Olli said, "just daydreaming."

Daydreaming of his two best friends, but he couldn't admit that.

Tommi sat up, his concern mirroring Joonas's. "Are you sure you're ok?" He asked, "we have noticed you looking at us... A lot... Since we started dating."

Olli flushed deeper, they had noticed. They must think he's such a freak.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I'll stop. Maybe we should get back to the song?"

Joonas shook his head, "no, since we're already talking." He took a deep breath, "some of those looks have seemed kinda longing? I mean tell me if I'm completely misreading it and I won't ever bring it up again but if it is... You don't have to. In fact we had been wanting to ask-" Joonas fumbled over his words a bit, not like his usual confident self.

Olli looked up at his words, both his friends looking at him so warmly he didn't dare hope...

"What... What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"He means that we want to ask you out," Tommi said, "the three of us."

Olli look between them, not seeing a hint of a joke between them.

He felt a smile spreading across his face.

"I'd love to."

[spacestationstorybook]

OKAY the‏‏‎ ‎faye‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎cheri‏‏‎ ‎routes‏‏‎ ‎ruled. tbh the state of lesbian inclusive dating sims is so abysmal it'd make it to my top 5 anyway but this Really cemented‏‏‎ ‎repurpose‏‏‎ ‎as one of my top 5 dating sims. a bunch of the things i complained about in the other routes were actually addressed...plotholes are fixed or on track to get fixed. the humor is genuinely funnier and the modern pop culture references don't feel as painful or forced. MOST IMPORTANTLY WE FINALLY GET FRIENDSHIPS!!!! even though faye is now absolutely my favorite romantic option i'm completely in love with her she might even make it to the list‏‏‎ ‎cheri's‏‏‎ ‎route‏‏‎ ‎might be my favorite Route just because we finally get to see some character interactions we never got and you actually get scenes with Friends...the gang is all here. literally. it is so cramped in here

also rosita FINALLY gets to say the thing i've been wanting a lesbian ‏‏‎to say every time a big muscle man is on the scene. the sex lives of‏‏‎ ‎college‏‏‎ ‎girls pussied out and made their lesbian say "i'm gay but he's still hot :P" about a dude who looked like a cartoon bodybuilder. i am sick of it

she's so real for this remark too

some of the ships they tried to put in felt a little "pair the spares" (though i do kind of hope for‏‏‎ ‎hordes/mitts/rosita‏‏‎ ‎so they can make a joke regarding mitts‏‏‎ ‎having two hands. because. she didn't but then she got a prosthetic.) but it wasn't Thattt bad. also while i have to suspend my disbelief that so many people would be interested in a mc who is fairly boring and doesn't do a lot the same is true for basically every dating sim unless you have Reallyyyyyy advanced personality customization. more pics of stuff i liked under the cut

WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING. they keep calling him blonde boy that shit is a tennis ball.

also this which i just find hilarious out of context

sorry for my horrible edit job it was on my computer. misread words jumpscare. sighs.