#(THERE WAS A NOVEL 1 SUMMARY TOO WITH LITERALLY ALL OF THE DATES AND TIMES AAAAA I DON'T HAVE TO FIND THEM ON MY OWN AGAIN)
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Hi! I loved water in your hands even though I accidentally read part 2 first 😩, can I please request a little drabble from readers pov when Joel just cut her off and missing work etc when he got married? No worries if not! Just wanted to say I really enjoyed reading :)
well thank you anyways for returning to read part 1!!! and i am so happy that you enjoyed reading!
i’m not sure if you checked out the playlist for the series that i made (spotify / apple music), but liability by lorde made it on there because it is literally what i imagined reader would feel during that time. my hopeless romantic who has never felt chosen </3
liability
drabble for “water in your hands” series
rating: M
word count: 1.2k
summary:
They say, "You're a little much for me / You're a liability / You're a little much for me" / So they pull back, make other plans ' I understand, I'm a liability / Get you wild, make you leave
warnings: angst, insecurity, self doubt, mentions of water/drowning
You didn’t even have any last words from him to mull over. The last thing you’d heard from him was him asking if you were okay as you lay next to him in the middle of that field.
Instead, his silence has sharpened the knife that he’s driven into your heart, his lack of acknowledgment of everything that happened twisting it to carve out a large space for the pain to seep in. And when you’d heard that he was dating someone else, seriously dating, according to Tommy, the knife was pulled clean out and stabbed into your back.
He’d spent one night with you, and somehow that was enough for him to know that he didn’t want you. All of those messages you thought he’d sent now mixed, your recollections of those fleeting, flirty moments poisoned by the knowledge that he didn’t want to be pulled into your storm.
It was the only reason you could think of that maybe drove him away. You knew that you weren’t settled, that you had your own issues to grapple with from everything you’d been through prior to Jackson, but you were secure in yourself. Maybe Joel didn’t want to deal with your shit on top of his own.
You were a little too much for him; a liability to his own healing.
You were on your own at the end of the day, superficial friendships and mere acquaintances belonging in the daylight. The only seemingly real friendship that you’d grown here was with his brother, and the saying goes “blood is thicker than water.”
Returning to a lonely house, yellowy lamplight bathing your space but doing nothing to warm your insides. You spent nights on your own, re-reading your favorite novels from the worn shelves in your cozy living room or spinning a record to dance around and forget for a few minutes. In those times, you were thankful that you were still looking out for yourself, that you still had your own back despite all of the doubt your own mind had grown.
In those solitary hours, all you had were your thoughts, which revolved around him, throwing you into a cyclical whirlpool of heartache. Only when you thought you’d pulled yourself out, had finally felt the heat of the sun on your face above the surface, one single memory of his fingers brushing your thigh or his lips ghosting over yours or a whisper of your name rips you right back into the current.
He left you behind and moved on.
Dating someone else, ignoring you for days that turned into weeks, that’s now become months.
You remember the day you found out that they were engaged.
It happened at the end of your shift, your coworker Tracy popping in to have a nightcap. She was tipsy already, spilling where she had been prior to coming to the bar. There was a party at Tommy and Maria’s, she’d said, a wide drunken smile on her face as she excitedly gossiped.
“They threw Joel and Heather an engagement party! How sweet is that?”
Engagement? Engagement. Engagement.
Engagement led to marriage.
Marriage was meant to be for life.
And Joel never does anything half-assed.
One time, a few weeks after Joel had returned to Jackson, you’d let yourself daydream indulgently. It’d been about him, about what you envisioned a life with him would look like. You’d pictured your own wedding, the closest people to you both the only ones in attendance. In your imagination, you’d seen your brother there, your sister, too.
It was a dream because, even if you ended up with Joel, you never thought he would get married. He was loyal, devoted, committed no matter what jewelry was on your fingers. Those traits were intrinsic to him. You didn’t think something like that mattered to him; he would be a husband, a partner to you without any ceremony.
Clearly, you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did.
Their engagement was fast. You’d heard from Tommy about a month later that the wedding was happening at the weekend. Bile coated your throat, burning acid settling there for the rest of the afternoon that you spent at work. You’d returned home that evening, crawling into bed and crying yourself completely dry and numb.
You didn’t leave that spot for days. Skipped out on work. Ignored the knocks at your door from Tracy, Maria, even Tommy. Limbs felt too heavy to move, bones ached deeply, dull pain sawed at your constricted heart.
Thoughts kept steamrolling each other, your brain was unable to shut them out as you spiraled silently alone.
A toy. A plaything. A little doll.
An achievement to be conquered.
He’d played with you; bantered with you. He was flirty -- suggestive at times. But once you’d given him everything, unveiled your thoughts and feelings to him in hopes of him returning them, even just accepting them, he’d gotten bored. There was no more chase. You’d rolled over like prey, submitting to anything he could have wanted from you.
You were only exciting to seek in the night, ghostly touches in the bar and a chance encounter under the moonlight.
Naive. Childish. Too much.
Delusions of a perfect summer with Joel changing with the leaves and eventually becoming rooted together had blinded you from his true intentions with you.
You were better off on your own, so it seemed the universe was telling you. Losing your siblings, your family, lacking friendships, and now your prospect for love slipped through your fingers in a rush, fleeting efforts made to contain it like water in your hands. No matter what, it would have found cracks to drip through, and eventually drained completely.
He evaded you, leaving you in an unrequited romance. You were in love with him. And now he was married to someone else, in love with someone that he could easily be with no disadvantage or opportunity for embarrassment. There were no means to confess your found feelings, so you lay for hours in your bed while tears soak your pillow and words are branded into your mind.
I’m in love with Joel Miller, and he won’t ever love me.
You repeated it so many times that it sounded like the truth, like gospel, and then, at a certain point, like a foreign language. The words eventually meant nothing in their countless repetitions, the weight of your self-confessional lessening with each second passing. Your limbs felt lighter, bones less sore, and the grip of pain on your heart loosened.
In the next moment, all you could think about was feeling the warm summer air on your face again. Finally, after days isolated, you were going to take a chance to disappear into the sun. You’d pulled yourself out of bed, changing into fresh clothes.
With one glance out of your window, the plans were soured when you saw it was sunset, that you’d have to wait until morning for your walk in the light. You decided to stay up all night to be able to catch the sunrise in the grazing field. To occupy yourself, you milled about your kitchen and living room, doing the small pile of dishes that had accumulated and straightening up the place. The clock on your wall read the early hours of the morning, and with no other chores to do, you turned towards your collection of books.
As you thumb through your shelves to find another novel to escape into for a few hours, the sound of knuckles lightly rapped on your door.
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『 Kiss, Marry, Kill 』 Part 2
Part 1
♡ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader
♡ Summary: After that first night of hanging out with Billy (and first kiss), the two of you go on your first date. Chock-full of sugary sweet fluff.
♡ CW: FLUFF, loads of sexual tension, making out, song lyrics, emotions, small mention of Neil, struggling with trauma
🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑
♡ Word Count: 3k
♡ A/N: It's been a long work in progress, haha but I needed this fluff today so here we are. 😌 Got me falling in love. ♡
"Keep pacing like that, and you're gonna wear down the carpet."
Max was seated on your bed, legs folded with a comic book in her lap. You envied how carefree she was at that moment. Her and Lucas had made up again after their last breakup. If you could even call it that. It's one of the things you loved about her. She'd never be desperate for a guy's attention.
You, on the other hand, were falling apart.
After the sleepover, you haven't heard much from Billy. It twisted you up inside. Sure, you both had a moment. You shared a kiss. That magical, sweet kiss. It seems like a dream when you look back on it. Rose tinted hues coloring your cheeks and casting an alluring glow over Billy's sculpted chest. It was a romance novel in the flesh. A story for the ages. One that ended before it truly started.
"It's Thursday…" You said, finally halting the back and forth line you walked across your bedroom. "He hasn't called or said anything about our date tomorrow. Maybe he didn't really mean it."
"I don't believe that." The comic in Max's lap was set aside so she could shift and sit upright. Now fully tuned in to the conversation. "He's been different since that night. Not… I dunno, as much of an asshole. When I told him I was coming over here, he almost said something but he stopped. Just told me to call if I was gonna be out past curfew."
So he wouldn't even drive her here… The thoughts branched off into jagged worries and assumptions. Still, you refused to fully believe that it was all fake. That you were played. Something in those eyes reached out to you that night. Even if it was just for a little while, he let his guard down. It was genuine.
Repetitive pounding on the front door caught you both off-guard. The sound was urgent and loud enough to send ripples through the glass of lemonade on your nightstand. "Stay here." You told Max, already on your way out to the stairs. Heart leaping into your throat. Was it him? Did something happen to him again? The mysterious cuts and bruises from that night forced their way into the forefront of your memory.
When you swung the door open you were visibly disappointed. There was no Camaro in sight. No tight jeans or a bleeding lip. Just Steve Harrington, scratching the back of his fluffed head of hair. He gave you a nervous smile when he saw your reaction. "Not who you were expecting, huh?"
The answer was obvious, so you didn't bother speaking it. Besides, you didn't want it to be that obvious how much you were freaking out. Words made it official. Undeniable. So you crossed your arms and changed the subject. "What brings King Steve to my door on a Thursday afternoon?"
"Well, my arm got twisted. Literally." His hand dug into his pants pocket, fishing around and coming up with a crumpled twenty dollar bill. When the realization hit, you were so giddy you almost forgot to take it from him, but you did. Stuffing it into your bra for the time being. "That uh, came with a message too. He said 'Lovers Lake at 7 o'clock.' Don't know what that means but-"
"I do! Thanks for payin' up, Steve." You flashed him a big smile before going to close the door. "Guess you don't have to die after all."
"I WHAT?!"
His questioning was muffled outside the house, followed by another knock until you heard the sounds of his car pulling off. Your attention was already elsewhere. The date was on! The storm clouds pulled away and the sunshine was back in your eyes. Max looked at you as if an entirely different person walked in through that bedroom door. Skipping over to the bed with a little pep in your step.
"It was Steve. He had a message from Billy, and I need your help picking out an outfit."
Max whipped her head in the direction of your window, scanning the empty sidewalk for something. Or someone. "Wait, Steve was here?"
You snapped your fingers, trying to bring her back to the matter at hand. "Earth to Max! He already left, and Billy set up the date for tomorrow! I need something to wear!"
This had to be perfect. The relief and excitement felt too good for it not to be.
Friday, 6:50pm
Your leg bounced anxiously in the passenger's seat, flipping out your palm-sized mirror once again to check your hair. A low grumble came from the seat beside you. "You've checked yourself about 6 times already. You look great! Stop worrying."
Steve was dropping you off, driving waaaayy slower than you wanted him to. He was coming in handy left and right today. You were thankful, yes, but Billy would've had you guys there 15 mins ago. That familiar rumble of his Camaro brought you butterflies whenever you heard it. Heh, what a speed demon. Maybe he could take you for a drive after all this.
The faint sound of music in the distance had you squealing. You could've swore Steve tried to hide a smile, watching you get so excited. The car came to a stop in the grass, just a short walk away from the lake. Of course, not wanting to drive his precious baby any further into the dirt than he has to. The sunset bathed the water in a gorgeous blend of orange and red, with faint tints of blue in the distance. The view alone made you gasp.
"Have fun, kiddos." Steve said with a grin as you practically jumped out of the car. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Is there anything you wouldn't do, Steve?"
"Anything or anyone?" He drove off with a laugh, leaving you to walk the five or so feet to Billy's parked Camaro.
Goddamn, this man knew how to dress. It's like his skin drank up the last few rays of sunlight, and reflected them back at you. The summers here didn't burn the same as they probably did in California, but he brought the Cali sun here with him. Kept it in his chest, which he currently had on display. A short sleeved black shirt that was hardly even buttoned, just tucked into his tight jeans. A cigarette loosely hanging from his lips, burning as he inhaled and leaned against the hood of his car. The music probably drowned out the sound of Steve's car pulling up and driving away.
The grass and branches crunched under your shoes with each step, getting closer and closer until he finally noticed you approaching. He actually smiled. If you could've sprouted wings, you would be taking flight right now. Weightless and fluttery the second your eyes met. Did his heart leap like this too?
"Right on time, Y/n. If only you were this punctual in school." His smile turned devilish, flicking the cigarette down and stomping it out.
Without a second thought, you propelled yourself forward into his chest. Wrapping him in an embrace that made you exhale. Billy, on the other hand, became stone.
Shit. Shit! That was probably too forward. I mean, we only hung out ONCE. Sure, we kissed, but like-
You were ready to recoil and apologize for probably ruining the entire mood, head hung low. Stupid… But he came alive again. Snaking his arms around you cautiously, pulling you into him. Not too tight, but enough for you to feel enveloped in his warmth. To feel his heartbeat. It felt safe. Unusual for him, but welcome. The longer you held him, the more he seemed to relax into it. Even releasing an exhale of his own.
He shook you both with a titter, linking his fingers together at the base of your spine. "Is this your way of tryin' to get me to put out on the first date?"
"Not exactly." You freed one of your hands, dipping it into your small handheld bag. A crinkling sound drew his attention as you held up a plastic baggie, stuffed with some of your home-baked cookies. "But this might be."
His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, probably remembering the taste of them. He took the rest of the batch home with him the day he left your house, and you were willing to bet he'd been craving them ever since. Selfishly, you just wanted to watch the look on his face when he ate them. Hear the sounds he'd make.
"Somethin' tells me I'm gonna have to work out extra, if I keep you around." His hands lingered at your backside, reluctant to let you out of his grasp. Sadly, the rest of the surprise required the both of you getting into his car. So he let you go and rushed to pop open the passenger's side door for you. In his head, he tried to rationalize it as simply doing what guys just do during dates. Pick the place, open doors, and… bring them something. Totally not a romantic gesture, right? In the movies it was always flowers or some kind of jewelry. Not his type of thing. Instead, he went with something more personal.
You made yourself comfortable in the seat, closing the door as you got settled in. There was still a bit of heat from the sun clinging to the material. It made you wince. "Sorry 'bout that." He said, sitting in the driver seat. "Guess I'm just used to it by now."
"I can imagine." The past few days of absence felt like they were nothing more than an hour or so. That comfortable warmth was back. Only this time, the girls weren't around to keep things 'safe'. To keep that soft distance. "So do you want the goods now?"
His eyes lit up like you just offered him a free ticket to see Scorpions live. "Even better, I'll trade you." Billy twisted himself to reach into the backseat, retrieving a bag slightly bigger than your baggie full of baked treats. There was no label or logo on it. No hint to what might be inside (Billy probably did that on purpose). "Deal?"
"Deal!"
The trade-off was quick, and far from smooth. Billy's bag was launched at you, freeing his hands so he could go for the goody bag. It smacked into your face with a soft thud, then fell into your lap. Whatever it was didn't have much weight at all. Your fingers were shaking, overflowing with excitement as you peeled the bag open and peeked inside.
"Oh…my…GOSH!!"
The bag was tipped upside down, dumping your newfound treasure out of the bag so you could examine it fully. You already saw a glimpse of the image when you looked into the bag, but you wanted to be sure. It was exactly what you thought. A 'Nightmare on Elm Street' apron. How in the hell do you even find something like this?! A high pitched squeal rose out of you like a tea kettle as you held it up. "I love it!! Where'd you even find this?"
"I know some people." Pride was oozing out of him. Manifesting itself in a confident, sexy smile. It was a shot in the dark, since he went off of your impressive horror movie collection. The Shining, Friday The 13th, Poltergeist, Children of The Corn…the tapes were stacked pretty high. What stuck out the most was Nightmare on Elm Street. The VHS cover was obviously handled frequently. The corners even looked chewed, as if you gnawed on it while you watched. Engrossed in the hair-raising fictional narrative. He only caught one glimpse of it, but clearly it was something you took a big interest in. No cheap bouquet of flowers or flimsy chain would have brought this much light to your features.
"Well now my gift seems kinda silly."
"They go hand in hand." His words were slightly muffled by a mouthful of sugary cookie and melted chocolate. His jaw flexed and moved as he chewed, pulling your attention to his jawline and bare neck. A fresh canvas you wanted to color with deep reds and purples. After swallowing down the first bite of his treat, he went on. "You need this to make more of these, right?" He gestured with the cookie, trying to make his point without dropping any crumbs on his precious seats.
"Yeah, heh, I guess you're right."
You were only halfway paying attention to the actual words coming out of his mouth. The majority of your attention was on his lips. The natural red tint, and the memory of how they felt against yours. Most of all, the one stubborn crumb that was clinging to his bottom lip. Begging for you to do exactly what you ended up doing. Brushing your thumb across the surface, and then bringing that thumb to your own mouth. Tasting the remnants of sweetness.
The foundation of Billy's resolve was crumbling. Collapsing under the heavy need to just do. Scratch that itch, and go for it. Flirting and fucking was nothing new to him. It was a game he almost had no difficulty winning on a regular basis. This was a different game altogether. With higher stakes. A bigger challenge. The reward? Well… the thought of that ring was terrifying, but not off-putting.
So he took a chance and said 'fuck it'. Chasing after the contact that left his lips feeling cold and unoccupied. Swallowing your surprised gasp at the sudden movement, until you were moving right along with him. Waves crashing on your shore, and you molded under his touch like wet sand. Immediately giving him access when his tongue slipped fluidly between your lips. Your fingers closed tightly around the collar of his shirt, pulling him in as close as he could get. He wasn't getting away from you this time.
Deeper, falling into the heat rising in his chest. He wanted to lift you over the obstruction between you two and into his lap. To grind up into you so closely he could feel your heartbeat through the soft fleshy junction between your thighs. Sink his teeth into your shoulder and groan desperately into your skin because he's aching to fill you with every throbbing inch of his cock.
"Billy…" You carry his name on a whisper, catching your breath. "Do you…-"
The sounds of Foreigner on the radio snuck through the beat of silence. Slicing through the stifling physical tension. It was so cliché it made both of you laugh a bit.
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me (hey)
"Dance with me." The request came out with a smile, surprising yourself when you thought of it. You were pulling the latch on the door before he could even give you his reply. "Come on!"
Reluctantly, he got out with you but stayed close to his side of the vehicle. "I'm way too stiff for this." He meant that in more ways than one. Trying to subtly adjust himself while his lower half was hidden from view. "But if you wanna put on a show, I won't stop you."
"Bull. I've seen you on the court." You made your way closer to him, swaying your hips along to the music playing through the car's windows. "You've got moves."
How many rules did he plan on breaking tonight? There was nobody else here to snicker at him, or give him shit for it. Nobody would see it. You would see it. For all he knows, you could switch up on him. See behind his walls and tell the town what a bitch the 'big bad Billy' really is.
"You're just like your fucking mother, I swear! You already dress like her. You a little bitch like her too? Crying like I hurt you that bad. Man up!!"
Those weren't her words.. they were his. Neil wasn't the one holding his hand out, waiting for just the barest hint of intimacy. Billy allowed himself to lock eyes with you, catching how the stars sparkled in their reflection. If he soaked up the sun, then you soaked up the moon. Calling him closer step by step, till he was pressed against you. Hand in hand in front of his Camaro.
I wanna know what love is
(Love that you feel inside)
I want you to show me
(I'm feeling so much love)
I wanna feel what love is
(And you know, you just can't hide)
I know you can show me
Your arms rested over his shoulders, locking your fingers at the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his hands join once again at the base of your spine (it was slowly becoming his favorite way to hold you). The music led you both in a slow sway, barely a two step, but enough to feel just right. No effort needed on either part. Billy was impressively smooth, stirring your hips on occasion when the music swept him up, then stopping the second he realized what he was doing. Not quite ready to be that exposed. You didn't call him on it, but you definitely planned on bringing that out another time. On slowly but surely, bringing him out. The pieces he tucked away.
As you went to say something, you felt his index finger curl under your chin. Tilting you up into another kiss. He couldn't think of the words to explain the feelings he was currently swimming in. It almost hurt, how good it felt. Like stitches sewing and closing his open wounds. Stealing the breath right out of him, so his response was to borrow some of yours. Hoping on some kind of wavelength, you would understand.
You did. And you gave it right back to him. A silent exchange that rang loud and clear between the two of you. After tonight, this thing you had going was more than just a one-off. More than a distraction.
It was impossible to deny it now. You were falling. Falling fast. And Billy was more than willing to catch you.
♡ A/N: I'm a hopeless romantic, if you can't tell haha. I'm most likely not gonna write a part 3, because I actually have an idea for a fic series based kind of around this. But I hope you enjoyed this! Part 1 really blew up, and I'm happy so many people love Billy fluff as much as I do. ♡ Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated. ~
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Hi there. I’ve noticed you have been posting a lot of recs lately and was wondering if you could post a list of your overall top 5. Been looking for more stuff to read.
I sure could! I've been having a lot of fun reading all these new stories ^^ these are not in order of importance or anything and anything in the plot summaries either have defails that are revealed extremely early on or are minor minor spoilers
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1. Actually, I Was The Real One
Status: still in progress
Plot summary: Keira Parvis is the eldest and only daughter of the Parvis family, prophecized to become a Saint who can commune with the spirits and bring peace to the land, a role exclusive to her bloodline. She works diligently and devotes her entire childhood to working and studying hard to earn the attention and approval of her extremely distant emotionally absent father Ludwig, to no avail, becoming known to everyone as a no-nonsense, stone-faced prodigy who most are too intimidated to approach. Before her powers can manifest though, a young girl named Cosette comes forward and says she is the real daughter and that Keira is illegitimate, and Cosette displays her spiritual powers in front of everyone to prove it. Keira is immediately branded as a fake and a heretic fated to bring disaster and is set to be executed for treason. Cosette then appears in front of the gagged, imprisoned Keira, and happily tells her "actually you WERE the real one :)". Keira can do nothing as she is executed right in front of the city and her father Ludwig, who does nothing to stop it. With her soul travelling back in time before her execution, Keira vows to not only get revenge on Cosette and avoid her death, but to also live a happier life where she is not constantly trying to please her father who has done nothing but break her heart (end summary)
Oh my god this story. I think this one might be my favorite, which is tragic because it's either on hiatus or between seasons right now since it hasn't updated since spring 2022 (update! as I am coming back to this draft, the story actually began updating again a few days ago and I am so so SO excited and happy to see it continuing). The villain Cosette is infuriating and Keira is a strong competent and highly relatable lead. Since she spent so long trying to study and be perfect, she can be extremely socially awkward so this story is not only one of revenge and redemption, but also a sort of rebirth into a happier life. Keira starts making changes to how she lives and her personal journey is honestly really touching. She has never had friends or a boyfriend and she starts trying to be less lonely and it is honestly the most heart warming and cute thing ever. In the very beginning of the story, she tries to step down as the captain of the knights because she thinks people hate her and feel she weaseled her way into her position (because technically her position as captain is tradition for children of her family although she is also genuinely fully qualified enough to hold the position anyways), but after she gives a speech to the knights, saying she's sorry for making them uncomfortable, that the last thing she wanted to do was be a cold dictator who pushed people around, that she just took her job seriously, when she literally turns to leave all the knights together just burst into NO OH MY GOD NO WE HAD NO IDEA WE WERE IN THE WRONG PLEASE STAY CAPTAIN 🥺.
She starts forming friendships with her maids and one of them introduces her to a romance novel which she has never even read these kinds of stories before AND SHE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT READING IT LIKE A DORK. She tries to start dating and the first guy is so unbelievably sketchy you are just reading it SCREAMING through the monitor "BABY NO" because it's her first crush and she is so innocent oh my god 🥺
There's just. There's this scene that isn't even very plot significant but. She's sitting down at a garden party or something with all these other girls who are around her age and they all begin to laugh and tease her as they talk about marriage and it's like. She has friends now 🥺 Keira's character arc is not just about trying to save herself, but also growing as a person and finding out who she really is. This story is like watching your little sister grow up and im so happy it's still being continued
2. Father I Don't Want This Marriage!
Status: ongoing
Plot summary: a time travel story in a world of magic! Juvelia is framed for the poisoning of the princess and jailed and abandoned by her father who has been cold to her for her entire life, no matter what she does. Her father locks her up and gives her a knife before leaving without saying much more, and in a moment of pure panic, when the notoriously violent and cruel crown prince and brother of the princess is angrily approaching her cell, in the depths of her despair and with fears of being tortured, she kills herself and winds up travelling back through time. Can she use her knowledge of the future to avoid the same fate she had before, and why is her father suddenly acting so much differently?
My gosh this story gets so sad in places, but overall it's actually often very cute, wholesome, and comedic! The ML is green flags all around and is very cute and dorky once he realizes he loves Juvelia. He literally goes from realizing he loves her to fantasizing about marrying her and having kids together (his inner thought bubbles literally say something like "would just a boy and a girl be ok?" like, he legitimately wants to have a family with her 🥺❤). They are often represented as a white mouse and a black cat and I often find the symbolism and little jokes between them or the artistic humor used to be charming.
Also. My god. This is also one of those "my fiance cheated so im leaving him and going my own way" stories and her fiance Mikhail is literally destroying himself trying to get her back. He's so self centered and pathetic that when Juvelia leaves him he later on shows up at a party with another woman just to make her jealous, and when she doesn't care, he discards the other woman immediately, who then becomes one of Juvelia's friends because fuck that loser douchebag. His descent into insanity is a lesson in karma for sure
3. Wendy The Florist
Status: this one is actually fully completed! A rarity amongst manhwa tbh
Plot Summary: Olivia Haslett is an illegitimate daughter whose mother has passed away. She lives in her family's home with her father and his wife and daughter, the women scorning and abusing Olivia even though uhhhh it was the father who cheated??? Her entire childhood is lonely and miserable since her stepmother encourages her step-sister and servants to constantly abuse her while her pussy loser dad does nothing to stop it or even defend her in any way whatsoever, and one day when her fiancé Dylan is coming to visit, she sees him the garden kissing her sister. She breaks up with him and leaves, eventually stumbling into the woods in tears and encountering a fairy who gives her the magic power to grow plants. She decides to leave her family's home, separate herself from them entirely, and create a new life for herself while opening a flower shop with the new identity of Wendy Waltz
Honestly being completed gives a lot more value to this story because when you're reading a manhwa that hasn't completed, it can really lose your interest while you're waiting between chapters. Wendy is also very headstrong and confident while also having a vast knowledge of plants and their uses. When she finds Dylan cheating she IMMEDIATELY tells him to get fucked and to never bother her again and she maintains this attitude basically the entire story which, good for her! The stakes in this story are relatively low but the emotional payoff is still nice. I also like the art and the coloring and there's a plot that exists outside of the romance between Wendy and the male lead. Even Wendy's abusive stepsister has her own reasons for what she does, and Dylan too! A nice story with an acceptable length and a happy ending :)
4. I Tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away
Status: ongoing
Plot summary: Time travel! Charlize Ronan is an extremely skilled knight from a noble family. She works hard her entire life to try and earn her father's approval to no avail, and in an attempt to impress him, becomes a servant of the Emperor where she is essentially tortured with magic and turned into a living sword, unable to move or speak or do anything except be a power source and vessel for killing, undying and trapped in hell for literally hundreds of years. She prays to God to either finally be free or just die to end her misery, and she is sent back in time to before she was transformed. She vows to take revenge on the entire Empire that turned her into a slave and begins her plan by recruiting Dylan, a mwmebr of the crown family and a man who in her future would become an extremely talented tyrant. Using her knowledge from the future, she makes him fall in love with her and pushes him towards becoming Emperor to overthrow the man who turned her into a sword and all of his accomplices, while also uncovering a hidden conspiracy of mages and legends about two people who may be carrying pieces of the good and evil gods inside of them
As much as I love Charlize as a talented swordwielding girlboss MY GOD did she dig her own grave with this one. She literally meets him in adolescence and changes his entire life for the better and then just VANISHES thinking he's just going to get over her. Dylan is absolutely a yandere for sure but in a way where he genuinely loves her and simply cannot live without her rather then some other people who view their darling as more of a possession. She leaves and he literally has dreams and fantasies and hallucinations of her, he aches for her so bad. This is also coupled with a subplot about an abusive and neglectful family and how she gets revenge on them by simply not giving a fuck and turning her back on them completely while becoming independent, if that's your cup of tea
5. Remarried Empress
Status: ongoing
Plot: Navier Troby comes from a family with a long history of women becoming the Empress and she is raised from birth to become one, becoming mature, eloquent, calm, and educated. She is given an arranged marriage in childhood to the Emperor's heir and future ruler Sovieshu and they grow up together and marry. One day, however, Sovieshu returns home with a runaway slave woman who quickly becomes his mistress, and Sovieshu expects Navier to not only tolerate her presence but welcome the homewrecker with open arms. The mistress deliberately schemes and causes conflicts on purpose to create friction between Sovieshu and Navier and he is so stupid and blind he takes the mistress' side every single time. He eventually divorces Navier for the other woman (for absolutely the dumbest fucking reasons, you will be rolling your eyes at the fucking clownery of this man) but Navier has a surprise: she tells the priest that literally just divorced her that she is officially asking him for immediate remarriage to a other man :)
This is the like, the gold standard OG for "my shit husband cheated on me and the mistress keeps trying to fuck with me so im outta here and doing what I want for myself" stories. If it doesn't make you angry seeing what happens to Navier after she has done nothing wrong I don't know what will. The characters in this story I find to be very emotionally complex and well written and I will DIE if it doesn't finish. The relationship between Navier and the ML Heinrey is very cute and sweet and there is a genuine mutual respect and they are just also very wholesome with each other. There are even subplots like the Duke of another country having sympathy for Navier because while her husband is openly flaunting his concubine, in the other man's country their ruler only has one wife and he finds Sovieshu's actions to be disgusting and disrespectful to Navier
Just. My god. The side bitch Rashta will really get your blood boiling. She is naive and clingy and childish and is just fucking ANNOYING. At some point she's trying to seem more like a noble lady instead of being the dense former slave cant-read-the-room bitch that she is and starts following Navier around to copy her. THIS IS A WOMAN WHO DOESNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO READ AND SHE APPROACHES THE WIFE OF THE MAN SHE IS SLEEPING WITH AND SAYS "Can I call you sister since we share the same husband?" LIKE MY GOD I CAN'T WAIT TILL YOU GET YOUR JUST DESSERTS
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It was hard to choose a top 5, so I have a few more suggestions although these will be much briefer
How To Get My Husband On My Side: i can't remember that much about the plot because its in hiatus but the poor FL is horribly abused by her family to the point her back is covered in scars from being WHIPPED and she literally develops bulimia so that there is something in her life she can have control over. My god her brother Cesare is violently physically abusive on top of treating her so openly borderline incestuously that there are rumors and even songs about how they're sexually involved as siblings, that's how fucking creepy he is, people are literally making rumors he fucks his sister, although it's hinted Cesare might be spreading some of these rumors himself to keep men away from his sister. She barely stood up to him ONE TIME and he took her pet bird, injured it, and fed it alive to his snapping turtle right in front of her which gave her such an intense fear of turtles she cannot even stand to see statues of them. This is a story of her finding love and acceptance after being pushed around and abused for the benefit of others, and when certain characters around her realize she has an eating disorder they are very supportive and respectful and I find that this sensitive topic was handled very well.
WOW I ACTUALLY FORGOT A STORY I MEANT TO INCLUDE IN THE TOP 5 LMAO
The Villainess is a Marionette is another "I read this novel and now I'm living it" stories. In the novel Kayena is the daughter of the Emperor, the Princess who will manipulated by her brother Regef before being married off to an abusive possessive man who eventually will kill her for trying to escape. (not gonna lie this probably sounds so bad but the way Regef becomes obsessed with her at least as far as I'm currently reading is about to turn my ass into an incest shipper 😩 although mentally that is someone entirely different from his actual sister but he doesn't know that) so the new transmigrated Kayenna vows to do things differently and set up her own future. The art in this manhwa is insanely pretty, even just the use of filters and sunlight is well done and eye catching like, there are so many manhwa with such blah art and this is not one of them. Some manhwa artists can't even draw distinct faces or intense expressions but the artist for this sure can and also gonna stress again IT IS SO PRETTY
No More Turning A Blind Eye: i mentioned it the other day but this is another transmigrated FL getting revenge on her cheating husband. She has money and influence and is in actually a higher social standing than her husband and uses that to start living happier after divorcing him which makes him go borderline insane. Something I feel worth mentioning is that this story isn't afraid to introduce side characters who are more unconventional in typical "everyone is pretty" fantasy land. There is Madam Kate who is an older stout dress designer and there is a plot about an opera singer who basically starved herself for beauty and then one day a fan left cake in her dressing roon and she ate the whole thing and found out how extremely unhappy she was and began to live how she wanted and gained weight, but she began to be bullied and lost her confidence, and you'd think, oh they're just going to boost her self esteem and make her thin again, but no, its handled very respectfully and I like that the singer essentially chose to gain weight because eating made her happy rather than it being more stereotypical, and that she wasn't upset at gaining weight more so how she was treated because of it.
Lastly I have a story I haven't even began reading yet but ive seen it in YouTube shorts and it seems very interesting! The Maid Wants To Quit Within The Reverse Harem Game is about an FL who got transported into the world of a game but! She is transported into the role of an extra, an npc, a maid! She gets stuck in a time loop of the plot of the game and experiences the same plot lines over and over and she's sick of it, but when she finally decides to try and go to the office to hand in her resignation letter and escape the mansion where the story takes place, her resignation letter gets torn up right in front of her as the three love interests say she's their favorite and they won't let her go! Did something happen in the game, or is her going off-script somehow making her the new protagonist of the game? Guess I'll have to read it and see!
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hello my dear, as you may reckon from my most recent musings, I am down bad atm for Remadora. (In truth, I was down bad 12 years ago and have had phases, now is one of them) Please send me any fic requests you may have (bonus points if they are on AO3 and bonus points if they involve remus not leaving dora when he discovers she's pregnant). I literally just binge-read a 100 chapter fic that was a time travel fix it and I was so obsessed I hardly slept. My friends and I are counting on you, godspeed.
Hello and the warmest welcome to tumblr Remadora community, we are very happy to have you, there are so few people here, so its always amazing to have new people....
And I'm taking a guess - was the fic u read The Bureaucratic Error by Iniga, because its one of my absolute favorites...if I'm wrong, than its another suggestion 😉
Flying Colours trilogy By: TauraNorma
Word count: 318,106
Works: 3
Description: The ‘Flying Colours’ trilogy follows Lupin and Tonks’ romance across the canon timeline, from the beginning of the Order of the Phoenix until the end of the Deathly Hallows.
My Comment: This is the first ever fanfiction I ever read (yup, I'm totally new to the fandom) and its like the Bible to our Remadora community, we literally worship it. Bt, its entirely canon compliant so remus does leave 😢
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1. Flying Colours
26 chapters
"It's funny" Said Tonks, pink curls grazing the scars on Remus' bare chest, as she peered into his face. "Last night I had the privilege of seeing you lose control and now I'm watching you try to reassemble yourself. Piece by piece" The Ministry's most unconventional Auror meets the Order's most self-disciplined werewolf.
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2. Shadow Boxing
16 chapters
“It’s hell,” said Tonks, hating every tear that escaped. “It’s hell feeling this way. People may have slapped a pretty name on the thing, but love is bloody breaking me" An indoctrinated werewolf army is rising, the war is spiralling out of control, and two divided lovers are haunted by their past.
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3. Tearing Sky
27 chapters
“It’s not goodbye. So don’t you dare look at me like that, Remus.” An extraordinary marriage fights for survival.
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Scarred Roots By: nursie91
Words count: 239,657
Chapters: 38
Summary: An AU story set in a world with no magic. James and Lily were killed by Peter's deceit; Sirius imprisoned, Remus tortured for a long painful year. Now, they raise Harry. Sirius dates every girl that crosses his path and Remus concentrates on surviving one day to the next. It all changes when a red-headed cop trips into their lives. Will Remus see her love before it's too late?
My Comment: I've only read 2 novel length muggle AUs and I love them both dearly, bt this is also one of the best fics in all categories...So, there u go
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The Color of a Full Moon By: Luce-depp
Words count: .
Chapters: 77
Summery: Lupin and Tonks, ever wanted to know how they met and she fell in love? Will include all book situations they're involved in and the unwritten moments that got them there. RL&NT. POV of both characters. M for moments in the later chapters. Canon
My Comment: lovely @rebelside suggested this to me recently and I've been starving for a good canon compliant story... so, to me its was like a glass of cold lemonade after a long day l...its absolutely amazing. And its stopped just after they're married, so technically Remus doesn't leave 😉😅
I kept the list brief, cz i usually can't hold on to my phases for too long... but if u can, than totally DM me for more recs (cz I have many 😅)......
Love for u & ur friend, hope u guys enjoy reading these 🤗
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heart of the matter by Emily Giffin
Opening Tally
Marriages: 2
Divorces: 1
Children Out-of-Wedlock: 1
If there is anything to say about Emily Giffin's novel, it's that the hook is impeccable. A bite-sized chapter that wafts the faint scent of a troubled marriage under your nose, before disappearing with a flourish and an ominous promise that the interrupted anniversary date is the canary in this couple's coal mine.
Tessa struggles with her stay-at-home life, managing two kids, and a husband, Nick, who is more dedicated to his job as a pediatric surgeon than anything else in his life. Tessa's easy acceptance of this fact is relieving, preventing the book from retreading the whiny diatribes of other wives. And yet, even as I type this I can feel the Monkey's Paw curling another finger because Tessa suffers from a far worse problem: Being boring. She's a main character, sure, but not really a protagonist.
Valerie, for her part, is doing something. A lawyer whose son suffers a horrific burn at another child's birthday, and his doctor is none other than Nick. She’s looking after her son, she’s falling in love, she’s grappling with herself. Tessa, in comparison, feels too much like a passive character; her narration mostly consists of generic thoughts on society and her social group with very little being said about her own inner life. I have no idea what she wants or what she’s doing to try and get it and this made her chapters more of a slog as you’re slowly steamrolled with all of the details and none of the action of her life.
There’s also the slightly jarring fact that Tessa’s chapter are all First Person POV, while Valerie’s are Third Person. My first inclination is that this is the author’s intention, to make us sympathize with Tessa and the slow death of her marriage, but when Valerie’s chapters are the more interesting ones it just feels like a record skip every time you swap from one to the other.
A very sweet element of the story is the attention given to familial relationships: Valerie with her brother, widowed mother, and darling son, Charlie, and Tessa with her divorced parents and children. Even Nick is given some time in the spotlight to show his paternal deftness with all three children. These interactions were always a joy to read, especially the final meeting where Tessa's parents set aside their festering resentment to reunite and support their daughter.
The quick plot summary can very literally be boiled down to: Nick and Valerie grow close as he takes care of her son, culminating in sex. Nick ends things with her, realizing what he's done to his wife. Tessa finds out 3/4 of the way through the book, despite having suspicions. Tessa meets Valerie and is unimpressed, but decides to try again with Nick.
At the end of the day, this book is well-written, but not particularly interesting. The main conflict fizzles out, reflecting the most responsible choice of real life, and leaves any passionate resolution to happen post-story and out of view. And perhaps disappointingly of all: No, they do not get divorced.
Tessa allows Nick to move back home and they stay married, committed to building a new relationship.
Valerie stays single, but resolves to track down Charlie's father and let him know he has a son.
Closing Tally
Marriages: 2
Divorces: 1
Children Out-of-Wedlock (for now?): 1
Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3/5)
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Light in The Dark (2)
Modern Obi-Wan Kenobi x (F) Reader | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
Word Count: 3,901 Words
Summary: The first few days of recovering at home have come and gone, and you’re finding it rather difficult to be on your own, for many reasons. You have an unexpected check up from your resident doctor, and you meet his roommate. Or well.. Roommates.
Triggers: Pregnancy mention, masturbation mention
You hated being in your apartment even before you were confined to the four walls. There had at one point been a roommate, and there was evidence of that in the spare bedroom of your bare bones flat. It had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and small living area and a poor excuse of a balcony. It did the job though, and that’s pretty much all you had needed. Now, here in every waking moment, reading over transcripts and drafts of books that had been dropped off by your coworker, the silence was beyond clear. Noises you’d not seemingly known about before caused you to jump - hell, the dishwasher had woken you from your sleeping trance on the couch after dozing off to some reruns of Hell’s Kitchen.
It’d been about four days since you’d last spoken to another person, and you hated it. Maneuvering around the apartment wasn’t bad, but getting food, cooking, laundry, dishes, showering - it all seemed impossible now. Which is why there are plates piling up on your coffee table, blankets and pillows thrown about in an effort to find a comfortable spot at your desk - what was a couch to some was your office. At the end of the day, you’d try to unwind with something, and most times, you’d found yourself writing.
It was the real reason you’d taken the publishing job, despite knowing it’d never lead to you publishing any of your own work. Your own best friends didn’t even know about your work… considering it’s content. Romance novels, with idealistic couples, and scenarios you’ve pictured a million times over. Steamy moments between a pair of lovers… Okay, So you’re a bit of a hopeless romantic. You’d downloaded as many dating apps as there were available, and taken too many chances with far too many blind dates. It’s how you’d ended up with this cursed injury in the first place. Sure, you’d told Obi-Wan it’d been a friend you were with, but your friend at work paired you with one of her husband’s friends… and clearly it hadn’t gone too well after the trip in the literal gutter.
After working relentlessly all day on books that made you snore, you’re amazed you can continue to type out a playful conversation between your characters. Typing away at the document on your laptop, your head tilts as the scene slowly becomes more involved. Hands drifting over bare skin, sloppy kisses, clothes tossed about. You stop when you realize how frustrated you are, sitting and practically panting. You save the document, and set the device on the coffee table, looking at your watch. You had about two hours before you were probably gonna go to bed.. And you’re alone. Might as well indulge. It took far longer to get to your bedroom, to get in bed and get comfortable. This stupid cast you’d been stuck with had put you in pajama shorts most of the time - until this morning you said screw it. You lived alone, pants were optional. Rolling over to your nightstand, you find the neon colored item and click the button, letting it roar to life in your hand. One of the beautiful things about being alone was the fact you didn’t have to hide, didn’t need to be so secretive about it. Sure, the adult fiction you’ve got drafted on your computer has a passcode to the file - but no one’s got access to this time that you had with yourself.
Or so you thought. You’d been enjoying yourself for almost twenty minutes now, when you’re interrupted by smashing fists on your front door. A groan as you turn off the toy, struggling to get some sort of clothing on - deciding on your robe instead - and scrambling to the door. You’re still panting when you finally get the deadbolt lock open and are greeted with the last person you’d expected. It seems as though he’s just as surprised when the door swings on its hinges, as bushy eyebrows raise. Your name comes from his lips with a laugh. “Doctor Kenobi.” You give an awkward smile pulling the robe on your body a little tighter.
“I um… I apologize. It just… sounded as though you were hurt…?” He starts and you can feel the rush of heat in your face in embarrassment. Maker. Were you that loud?
“Oh… oh. No, no… I’m… I’m okay.” You’re swallowing the now very large lump in your throat as he continues to look over you.
“Are… are you sure?” He looks uneasy, as though he doesn’t believe you. And you don’t blame him, considering your state. Heavily breathing, probably looking like a hot mess, especially since your endeavors hadn’t really been fruitful… your name pops back into the air again. “Are you safe?”
This time your eyes widen and you nod. “Yes! Absolutely, it’s… just me in here.” You nod slowly and he clears his throat.
“You can say no, but do you mind if I… do a quick evaluation? It would just be good reassurance for me. Clear my conscience and all…” You look at him - now realizing he’s fitted in a dark grey set of scrubs. Was he on the way to work?
“I- no, no, if you wish.” You give a slow nod, backing yourself into the apartment and sitting at one of your counter stools. He shuts the door behind him, following over with ease.
“Aside from the breathing, the sweat… I’m assuming you have a valid reason for these kinds of symptoms?” He asks, gingerly taking your wrist, while raising his own, fingers pressing to the pulse point to take your heart rate.
“Yes. I’m an adult. With a fair amount of time on her hands.” You comment, looking to him and seeing his gaze to you change into a great amount of understanding.
“Ah.” His hands retreat once he’s conducted what he was after and gives a nod. “I apologize then… for… interrupting.” He shifts on his feet before rubbing at his face. “I suppose I am just on edge, as I had a double shift and am now just getting back home. Still in the work mindset.” Obi-Wan looks at you with a sympathetic grin before clapping his hands together. “With that, your heart rate is just fine, all things considered.” With hands still clasped, you catch blue eyes looking around the apartment, turning back to you. “Finding everything alright?” It’s a direct connection to the dirt and grime that’s accumulated around you in the past four or five days. You let out a low groan, looking around you.
“Yeah… I… don’t have anyone who can come over to help me out. Almost everyone works all day and then heads off home and doesn’t want to help. I bet I could get someone in here this weekend to tidy up-” He cuts you off.
“By then I fear that you’ll have tripped on a pile of blankets and hit your head.” He comments, a slight tinge of humor behind it. You give a snicker before nodding.
“Honestly, seems like a high possibility. I should just get myself settled on the couch and call it a day.” You shrug, looking to him as he pockets his hands.
“If you would like, I am off of work tomorrow. I could come down and give you a hand.” You smile at him and shake your head.
“Doctor, I really don’t think-”
“Ben.” He cuts you off again. “Call me Ben. Doctor is rather formal, considering we are neighbors.” A slow nod of your head comes before looking at him with surprise.
“Isn’t your name Obi-Wan, though?” You quiz and he nods.
“Yes, look at how observant you are.” He taunts. “My friends and my father call me Ben. While Obi-Wan is a wonderful name, it is a bit of a mouthful.”
“You said it, not me.” A laugh leaves you before you continue on your statement again. “Ben, I don’t want to bother you. Especially if you just came off of back-to-back shifts. You should take your day off.” The blonde then shakes his head.
“It wouldn’t be a bother. Anakin works all day tomorrow and I will be by myself otherwise. So, if you’d like company I can come down.”
“Please?” It leaves your mouth a little aggressively and you laugh. “Sorry. I’m just so used to seeing other people during the day and… it’s been a change.” He chuckles all the same and nods.
“Certainly. I’ll be down for lunch? I’ll bring something, so you don’t have to worry about it, and we can… organize.” He offers a glance around the room again before nodding as a yawn comes to his features. “Alright, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, for now… my bed calls to me. Sorry again for the interruption.” He moves to the door and you follow slowly as you need to lock the door.
The next afternoon, you wouldn’t lie - you picked out your outfit and made yourself a lot more put together than you had been in recent days, in anticipation of Ben’s visit. You’d went about your morning rather easily, coffee in one hand that you probably spilled somewhere on the floor on the way to your kitchen table, but not really caring enough. You had hardwood for a reason, right?
You’d sat with a binder of loose leaf paper of writings, a highlighter and red pen in hand as you read through when you got a much less aggressive knock on the door this time. “It’s open!” You call out, eyes still trained on the page, picking up the paper clip you used to mark your place. The door opened and shut, hearing the male speaking about something, you finally look up. You’re not entirely sure what you’d been expecting, but the sight you’re met with isn’t what it had been. Instead of joggers, his button up from the ER or the scrubs from last night, a pair of black jeans coupled with a navy sweatshirt sat on his body, white tennis shoes tying it together. Oh, and of course the slim brown and black glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. You knew you’d tried to look more presentable but… he seemed as though he was trying to impress. He wore that to clean your apartment? It now occurs to you that he’s said something and you’ve been analyzing the clothing on his body instead. “I-I’m sorry, I was in the middle of a sentence. What was that?” You’re able to pass it off and he nods.
“You… could’ve stopped by this morning?” You offer with an amused smile.
“Oh, I didn’t want to bother you. If you don’t eat some of this, I’m sure Anakin will. Maker knows he has the appetite of a teenager.” He’d gone out of his way to make you comfortable, and it was sweet.
“I mean, I appreciate the effort. Truly.” You smile, moving to the counter as he unpacks the items from the reusable bag he’d carried in. After explaining your preferences to him, you sit as he starts to make the meal, letting you guide him around your kitchen to find utensils and pans, plates and bowls as needed.
“So, what were you working on?” He asks, letting the sandwich sizzle in the pan in front of him on the stove. You perk up at the question and look over to the kitchen table where the binder sat. You’re quick to give a shrug before returning your gaze to him.
“Reading over this financing book. It’s thrilling, really, taxes and money saving methods, oh a real page turner.” You joke, seeing a grin come to his features.
“So, you sit here and read all day?” A shake of your head answers his question, but you go on to explain.
“Usually I would be at the office or at the park or even on the subway. But,” you lift your ankle up a little so he can see it from behind the counter, “not much of an option at the moment.” He laughs and looks at you with a sympathetic grin.
“Did you reach out to the doctor I recommended?” He suggests, before flipping the sandwich over in the pan.
“No, I have not. It kind of slipped my mind.” That was a lie, you didn’t forget. You simply were avoiding another unavoidable invoice, that you knew would only add insult to a literal injury.
“Well he’s rather popular, and very good at his job. So I would call soon, otherwise you might not get an appointment.” Obi-wan advises before flipping the sandwich onto a plate, and resting it on the counter in front of you. “Now eat.” He offers and you smile, ripping the sandwich in two before taking a bite.
With your mouth full you begin to speak. “Do you enjoy cooking? Or is this an anomaly?” You question before he nods as he prepares his own two sandwiches.
“I do, but I don’t ever have the energy to do so when I come home. There are plenty of take out containers that have gone directly in the trash chute to hide the truth.” He jokes, a smile on his features. “I noticed that there’s another room here?” He says it almost like a question, but it’s a factual statement. You nod, one hand hiding your mouth as you chew, the other setting the food back on the plate.
“Yes. I had a roommate once upon a time, however, it didn’t work out.” You’d lived with your college roommate for a while, but she quickly found someone and moved in with her as their relationship took off. You were happy for her and her girlfriend, but being alone in the apartment truly sucked, and you missed her.
“Sorry to hear that. Have you thought about finding a new one?” He asks as he grabs you a glass of water, leaving you to smile at his actions.
“Yeah, but I just haven’t acted on it. Between work and dates, it’s been kind of hard.” You shrug and you look at him when he seems quiet. His expression on his face is that of a smirk, glancing at you every now and then. “What?” You ask with a laugh.
“Dates?” It’s quick, and you hadn’t even noticed that you’d said it. You huff, leaning back into the barstool softly before shaking your head and playing with the plate in front of you.
“Um, yeah. I’ve had quite a few dates the past few weeks. It’s actually how I ended up with my injury. That friend? Blind date.” You explain as a wide smile, well more of a smirk, is nestled into Ben’s features. You let your hands fall to the sides of the plate with a look of surprise on your features. “What!” He shakes his head as he plates his own meal and leaning into the counter once the stove is off, picking up the sandwich in his hand.
“Nothing. I just expected a girl like yourself to have a partner already. You know, you’re quick witted, sassy, cunning, not to mention charming.” He shrugs before taking a bite and you match his actions before shaking your head.
“Well maybe the context clues of me being alone in the ER at 5 in the morning should’ve given that away.” You snicker as another bite is taken from the crisp sandwich. Ben has a triangle of sandwich in his mouth now, looking at his phone, swiping diligently. You can’t help but watch him cautiously. The device looks so small in his palm, steady fingers gripping to the sides, blue eyes trained on the screen diligently. It makes you wonder how he managed to slip under your radar. His hand raises to finish the bite now, a new and wider smirk on his features when he reveals the screen to you, only to see your face staring back at you. He’d managed to find your profile on a dating app. Your head rolls back and a groan leaves your mouth despite the laugh coming from it. You could’ve sworn you’d deleted that.
“What do we have here?” He coos, taking a paper towel and wiping his lips before pulling the screen back to face him, reading out your name and age before reading your bio. “Love to get lost in a good book, the city and your eyes. Smooth. Very smooth.” The sentence is trailed with a laugh and you watch him.
And by the maker above: he swipes right.
You didn’t bring it up. Not as he washes your dishes and continues to talk about a study he read about the successes in research for a particular case he’d been working. Or when he helps you to the couch before starting to organize the mess you’ve created, asking where things belong every now and then when the answer is clear. And certainly not when he offers to start a load of laundry, and you have to kindly turn him down. But it never leaves your mind. It’d be rude of you to go through the process of downloading the app back on your phone, resetting the password because you most definitely don’t remember it, and then swiping through potential matches until you find his profile. Very rude. So instead, you offer him a seat when the apartment is clean. And you talk about life for a while, what kind of books you both prefer, and why music is slowly becoming mindless entertainment. Ben lets out a laugh, leaning back into the armchair with ease as you smile at him. “My, I don’t think I’ve had such an easy conversation, in a while, at least.” He grins, looking at you fondly. “I mean, I also don’t ever give myself the chance; so perhaps you’ve opened my eyes to how little I really relax now.” He sighs, setting the glass of water down on the pristine table in front of him. He rolls his wrist over to look at the time and frowns. You match it when you realize what it meant.
“All good things come to an end?” You ask, slowly standing on your good foot, bringing both crutches under your arms. Ben rises as well, taking the glass and moving to the kitchen with it, emptying it in the sink and putting it in the dishwasher, before meeting you at the door. “As they should. Despite what they say, you can have too much of a good thing, you know.” He offers, sliding a bag over his shoulder of the ingredients he’d brought to your apartment.
“Oh really?” You ask, opening the door while the keys settle in your hand, beginning to walk with Obi-Wan back to his own apartment.
“Oh absolutely. Sugar. Alcohol. Sex. Dopamine. It all catches up to you in the end.” He retorts and you can’t help the smile on your face. You’re in a comfortable silence for a while before you’re at his door.
“I’m really glad you came over today, Ben. Not just because of the free cleaning service you provide. Or the home cooked meal.” He gives a slow nod, a smile on his features. He’s about to speak when a squeal comes from behind the door of his apartment, causing him to scramble to open the door. He rushes in,only for you to follow suit - finding two strangers in the living room, a young man on his knee with a wide eyed grin, and a young woman bouncing up and down while staring at her left hand. The two turn to look at you and the young woman smiles.
“Obi!! Look!” She juts out her hand in his direction, shaking with excitement as she pushes back hair from her face, the young man standing up and coming up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. You look to see Obi-Wan’s reaction. His jaw is slacked, surprise evident as he takes her hand to examine the beautiful sapphire gem on her hand.
“Padme… what a beautiful ring.” He compliments, finally giving a look of some sort of cohesion. “Anakin, I thought you were waiting?” He asks with a tone of inflection, as though a father was searching for his child to admit his hand had been in the cookie jar.
“I-I was. But then Pads came home and told me the best news of my life. I couldn’t hold back then, could I?” He’s beaming with pride, leaving you with one sheer guess of what the woman was going to say. Still, Ben asks.
“And, that would be…?” He looks to Padme with caution. Her hand retreats from Obi-Wan’s as Anakin takes her right hand, her left falling to her abdomen.
“We’re expecting a baby.” She turns to Anakin when she says it, and you’re sat there feeling way too awkward. So, with a clearing of your throat you speak up finally.
“Congratulations!! What an exciting day for both of you.” You grin, looking to Ben who seems to have paled slightly, a fake smile plastered to his face.
“Of course. Anakin, Padme, this is… a friend from work.” He chooses the words carefully and you smile as each of them shakes your hand.
“Oh, you’re Ben’s patient from this weekend that he would shut up about, ‘ey?” With those words the man next to you is making a slicing motion with his hand in front of his neck smiling at you when he notices your attention is on him.
“Yeah.. I guess I am. Pleasure to meet both of you. I was just walking Ben home when the scream startled us. I’m glad everyone is okay - well more than ok. I.. should be going home.” You offer a slight bow, waving to both of them, Padme speaking up.
“Oh you are more than welcome here any time, dear. It was such a pleasure I hope to talk soon!” She waved and you can tell she has such great intentions, and a kind heart. Ben starts to escort you out, pinching the bridge of his nose when the younger two are not looking. You punch him playfully in the shoulder.
“You have fun with that one, Doc.” You taunt, moving backwards and grinning.
“Goodnight. Please get some rest. Don’t forget to reach out if you need me, okay?” You nod and he looks at you sternly.
“Okay, Dr. Creeps-a-lot.” He snickers and waves you off before you head home with a wide smile on your face.
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Hi hi! So the lost tombs and chronology all super confuse me. So tlt2 ended on a cliffhanger that was not resolved by tlt3 which is ultimate note, but now there is another tlt3 that I am guessing is made by the same studio as tlt2 (but not UN) that actually follows tlt2? And it has the same WPZ as tlt2 (but sadly different WX, ZQL though I’m sure these guys are great). You seem to know what you’re talking about so I’m hoping you can help!
UN also ended on a cliff hanger so I’m wondering if they’ll get a sequel from their studio that comes before tomb of the sea.
ahhh hello anon! yes ahaha the dmbj dramas are certainly very confusing--because they keep switching the screenwriters/entire production team between dramas. huanrui did tlt1 (2015), tlt2 (2019), and the sequel to tlt2 (2021). they're also technically the production company for un (2020), but linghe did like all the directing/casting/writing so its significantly different in tone and quality from the other dramas huanrui produced. npss (dmbj author) did sha hai (2018) and tltr (2020), with sha hai being in collab with linghe, so you can see lots of parallels with un and shared cast. (gonna add that i dont know much about the m9 because that’s not what im personally interested in, so i’m only going by stories with wu xie & the iron triangle.)
unfortunately, the dramas pretty have no continuity as a result of all the weird shit and multiple studios doing different dramas and messy stuff going on behind the scenes. the author's production company currently has all the rights back for filming future dramas, which is......imo, a good thing for book fans who love the author but a 😬 thing for book fans who like the original story more than what the author is now doing with it. I'll uh avoid saying too much opinion stuff though so no more on that 😅
that aside! yes 云顶天宫 “explore with the note” part 2......is the direct sequel to tlt2 and done by the same studio. unfortunately the writers are different and im not sure how much of the production team is the same either. idk how much you know about the novels so brief summary here--for the chinese version, the main story has 9 parts split among 8 books (though the official eng tls have each part being a different book) with some important content being as follows:
official eng title “cavern of blood zombies” (first time wx goes into a tomb, first t3j meeting)
official eng title “angry sea, hidden sands” (xisha seabed tomb, introduce a-ning)
official eng title “bronze tree of death” (bronze tree in qinling, wx & lao yang solo adventure)
official eng title “palace of doom” (heavenly palace on the clouds, introduce bronze gate)
official eng title “deadly desert winds” (golmud, introduce hei xiazi, desert, rainforest, tamutuo)
official eng title “graveyard of a queen” (the rest of that arc, wu sanxing & xie lianhuan reveal, jade meteorite, amnesiac xiaoge and escape, sanshu vanishes for good--also i think the official eng tl covers a couple chapters of the beginning of the next part too)
阴山古楼 (searching for xiaoge’s memories in banai, miluotuo cave, i think introduction of wu erbai)
邛笼石影 (auction/hotel iron triangle fight, introduce xiao hua & xiuxiu, wx & xh on the mountains alone while pz & xg go with granny huo)
finale (rescue from zhang family mansion, changbai mountain goodbye, 10 years promise)
after the main story are the main sequels:
zang hai hua (tibetan sea flower; unfinished & abandoned) covers wu xie a few years after xiaoge has entered the gate, searching to understand xiaoge’s past
sha hai (tomb of the sea; unfinished & abandoned) covers wu xie’s plan to wipe out the wang family, after zhh
chongqi (reunion: the sound of the providence) covers wu xie’s lung disease and how he recovers from that, set after they pick up xiaoge again from the bronze gate. thunder city and everything.
灯海寻尸&万山极夜 (still updating on wechat) don’t worry about this one since it’s still a WIP lol
btw between sha hai and chongqi there’s also ten years later (a short story) that covers how wu xie and pangzi pick up xiaoge from the bronze gate and take him home
the dramas Do Not Connect To Each Other At All, which the exception of tlt2 & tlt2 pt2 somewhat, but they go in this order:
盗墓笔记 / the lost tomb 1 (2015): covers part 1 but with major OCs and filler, and includes the auction scene from part 8 for some reason, so introduces xiao hua early.
怒海潜沙&秦岭神树 / the lost tomb 2 (2019) technically “explore with the note”: covers parts 2 & 3 but with major OCs and filler, introduces xiao hua & xiuxiu (and hei xiazi briefly) early. last couple episodes also cover the beginning of part 4. not a direct sequel to tlt1 despite being done by the same studio.
云顶天宫 / heavenly palace on the clouds (2021) technically also “explore with the note”: covers part 4 with major OCs and filler (and the same changes carrying over from tlt2). some episodes are identical to the last couple episodes of tlt2. works as a direct sequel only if you ignore the last couple episodes of tlt2 that take place in the snowy mountains. (those episodes of tlt2 were filmed after this drama was filmed, and im still not sure why they dragged the wu xie and xiaoge from tlt2 back to changbai mountain to film those episodes.)
终极笔记 / ultimate note (2020): covers parts 5-8 with minor OCs and minimal filler, also introduces xiao hua & xiuxiu early. the only adaptation that resembles its source material most of the time.
沙海 / tomb of the sea (2018): covers the second sequel with major OCs and filler. includes some bits from zhh and the short story “three days of silence”.
重启之极海听雷 / the lost tomb reboot (2020): covers third sequel with major OCs and filler.
in addition there is the prequel series mystic nine (2016) and side movies for the dramas that the author produced. there is also a single standalone movie--time raiders (2016) that is....well it’s. very strange. it’s fully subbed on youtube if you’re interested?
the best way to watch the dramas is to assume each one is its own self-contained AU set along different points of the dmbj timeline because even the dramas the author himself worked on don’t have continuity LOL (and with the exception of ultimate note & sha hai most of the time, also assume most characters are pretty OOC from the novels).
i uh regret to inform you though, that ultimate note will not be getting a sequel unless the author magically decides to not care about making money anymore and sells the rights to film the finale to linghe or something ^^;;;; it’s....unfortunate bc un is the most highly-rated dmbj adaptation on douban by A Lot, but it’s an adaptation that the author had literally nothing to do with whatsoever.
more information on some of the side movies/stage plays/manhua/donghua here.
summaries of the main novel stories (currently through zhh) here.
edited mtl (some of which has apparently been looked over by native cn speakers) of the novels following where official eng tls end here. (there are many scattered extras as well.)
you can get the official eng tl books/ebooks on amazon or elsewhere(?), but if you have problems purchasing them or like you just dont wanna support amazon or something, dm me off anon. (also i dont want to be mean but frankly the official tls are kinda bad too ^^;;;)
a rough timeline (spoilers galore) for the dmbj novels here. (fair warning im not 100% sure how accurate all of this is--they put three days of silence as 1991 but looking at the info in zhh, it seems like it should have been before the 1950s...but it’s more than fine as a general overview.)
anyway i hope that was helpful in some way? dmbj is a Very Confusing thing to get into ahahaha, one of my twitter mutuals has made a few carrds if you think they might be helpful: book, dramas (slightly out of date bc it says heavenly palace hasn’t aired yet), ultimate note (got its own carrd by virtue of being the only adaptation aside from sha hai sometimes that most og book fans acknowledge lol ^^;;;)
also anon if anything wasn’t clear or if you had more questions feel free to ask again sorry ahahaha im kinda tired rn @.@
#dmbj#shouting into the void#ask#anon#....im kinda tired bc i just finished watching ydtg so i hope that doesnt come across *too much* in this post LOL#and its probably obvious which adaptation im biased towards but after reading the novels i cant really help it
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[Fictober] Day 1 - “I need you.” Naomi Tanizaki/Charlotte Lennox
Word Count: 419
Prompt Number: 1. “I need you.”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Rating: T
Warnings/Tags: no warnings, just girls being soft
Pairing: Tanizaki Naomi/Original Female Character, Tanizaki Naomi/Charlotte Lennox
Other Characters: Tanizaki Jun’ichirou (mentioned), Tachihara Michizou (mentioned), Tanizaki Jun’ichirou/Tachihara Michizou (lightly mentioned)
Summary: Naomi falls in love for the first time. She hopes it will be the only time.
OC Overview: Charlotte Lennox: trans non-binary girl, 17, paired with Naomi Tanizaki
Namesake: Charlotte Lennox
Ability: Adventures of Arabella
Language Notes/Translation: a rúnsearc - Gaelic; literally means “secret love” — a very passionate way of saying “beloved.”
we fell in love in october
that’s why i love fall
looking at the stars
admiring from afar;
my girl, my girl, my girl,
you will be my girl…
we fell in love in october by girl in red
Charlotte is soft, and warm, and gentle. That’s all Naomi’s mind is fully registering right now as she rests with her on the bed in the room of the home she shares with her older brother. Her older brother who is “mysteriously” absent right now; Naomi and Lottie both know where he is: he’s out with Michizou Tachihara on a “secret” date which isn’t really secret because they’re the only two of their entire friend group who still thinks that their relationship is a secret. Boys can be ridiculous that way, believing their lives are a secret when their friends and family can read them like open books.
As for Naomi… her own feelings about Lottie are becoming clearer and clearer as the red-haired girl wraps her arms around her shoulders, puts her other hand behind her head and threads her fingers through her waterfalls of black hair. She’s talking about something, but Naomi is more focused on the shapes her lips make as she speaks, the sounds of her Scottish accent coming through in her Japanese as she does, the way her voice changes pitch and tone as she describes her latest adventure in noveling and playwrighting.
She’s perfect, and beautiful, and everything Naomi once thought she wanted in a man, and everything she found she needed in a woman instead.
Naomi sighs gently, catching Lottie’s attention. She tilts her head to the side, not enough to really disturb Naomi from her spot on her chest, though Naomi also tilts her head up to look at her. The black sclera of her eyes has been called many things before, Lottie once explained with much embarrassment, but Naomi can only remember that she told Lottie she “thought they were the sweetest, prettiest eyes she’d ever looked into” in response.
“Something wrong, a rúnsearc?” Lottie asks, her voice softening from its previously animated state.
Naomi shakes her head gently, not wanting to pull her eyes from Lottie’s face for long. “No, no… I just think that I… I need you- no, I want you, in my life. That sounds nicer. More real.”
Naomi listens as Lottie’s breath catches in her throat, as her heartbeat stutters and then picks up, faster than before. Her cheeks flush pink, though Naomi isn’t doing much better there, because she’s blushing too now.
“Well… I want you in my life, too.” Lottie’s voice is still quiet, but strong, full of conviction. “Forever, preferably.”
Their bodies are still tangled together by the time they fall asleep.
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And Everything was Perfect
Happy Holidays @royal-arts! @sanderssidesgiftxchange
Summary: Roman flirts with all his roommates on a bet, but the tables turn when one of them actually flirt back.
Prinxiety, and some swears. Hope you enjoy! This was so fun to write!
Roman knew bets were stupid. He knew they were kind of like a dumb fraternity thing. Honestly, they were a dumb fraternity thing. However, as he stared across their dining room table, over to his lanky smirking purple haired roommate, he couldn’t stop the loud fast beating of his heart. Perhaps it was fear, and perhaps it was excitement, but watching Virgil Teo ponder over his fate made his heart pump like he had just run a marathon.
"Tell you what, Roman." Virgil had a big smirk on his face, and he cupped his chin with his hand. “You can flirt right? What with all your many, many dates?”
Roman felt that blow in his soul. Sure, he used to flirt tons in college, what with all the cute guys and girls there. But now, he hadn’t been on any dates for the longest time, let alone be able to flirt during said dates. “Fuck off.”
Virgil waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever. Anyways, my bet is for you to flirt with all our roommates. If you can fluster all of them by the end of the week, I’ll give you 10 bucks.”
“All of them?” Roman couldn’t hide his shock, despite his job as an actor.
Sipping his coffee mug, Virgil’s smug smirk widened. “Yep. All of them.” All Roman could do was flip Virgil off.
He smirked. “Aw, don’t give me attitude, Santos.”
“I’ll give you all the attitude I want, Teo.”
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Roman wasn't particularly sure on where to start, or how to start. He had 3 roommates in total, including Virgil. Patton Charan was the bubbliest and probably the easiest to fluster. Logan Williams was colder and more studious, so he'd probably flirt with him afterwards.
So Roman ambushed Patton in the kitchen, Virgil quietly sitting at the dining table. They had decided that in order for this to be fair, Virgil would try his best to watch Roman's flirting attempts.
"Oh, hey Ro! I just finished baking these cookies. They're really hot though, so you probably have to wait a bit before eating." Patton smiled, large round wire rimmed glasses framing his bright brown eyes. He was wearing a light blue sweater, the reindeer in the middle staring up at Roman cheerfully.
Where to start? Roman shoved his hands awkwardly into his sweatpants pockets, then, after a moment's hesitation, pulled them out again. His stomach was churning, and his palms had a thin layer of sweat on them. Think, think, think, what type of flirting would work on Patton? He likes puns, right? Maybe a pick up line would do the trick.
"Hey Patton, are you a kitten? Because you're pawsitively adorable." Roman leaned against the kitchen counter, and gave Patton finger guns.
Patton just looked amused. "I'm glad you think so, kiddo! You're pretty a-meow-zing yourself."
Shit. It didn't work. Roman shot a glance at Virgil, who had his head buried in a copy of some book about bands, probably his new hyperfixation, a bad attempt of hiding his soft snorts and giggles. Roman inwardly scoffed. As if he could flirt any better.
He tried again, picking up a cookie and taking a bite. It was, undeniably, a good cookie. "This tastes amazing, Patton. You should try it."
Roman held the bitten cookie in front of Patton's mouth, offering to him. Whether this would fluster Patton was hard to tell. He smiled, his pearly white teeth biting into the cookie without much hesitation.
"It does taste good!" Patton declared.
Urgh, Patton! He was supposed to be the easiest to fluster, but he seemed immune to all the techniques Roman threw at him. Okay. Calm down. He grabbed another cookie (they really were very delicious) and using his mouth, offered it to Patton. "Want a bite? " He asked, muffled by the cookie between his teeth. This felt incredibly awkward. Patton really was just a friend to him and he was pretty sure he had a thing for Logan.
Patton must have felt the same way. His eyes widened in surprise. Running a nervous hand through his curly black hair, he managed to sputter out a couple words, a blush spreading on his face. "I, er, what?"
Roman glanced over at Virgil, who shot him a thumbs up. He did it. He felt terribly uncomfortable, but nonetheless, he did it. "Sorry Patton, I don't know what came over me." He apologised profusely.
Patton laughed, his good nature and cheery attitude returning back as though nothing had happened. "It must have been the cookies," he joked.
"Yeah." Roman shot a glance at Virgil. "It must have been that."
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The next target was Logan. He was sitting in the living room, legs crossed and a book in his hand. Roman was pretty sure how to flirt properly with Logan. The poor dude was probably touch starved or something. Roman certainly was.
Everyone in the house was single, surprisingly, despite them all being objectively very attractive in their own right. Patton had an air of innocence in front of his strong emotional maturity and, accompanied with his dark brown eyes that shined with cheer, it made him extremely cute. Logan was more of the sensible, silent sort, with mystery that surrounded him. Later revealing him not really giving a shit. And Virgil - well, Virgil was special. His purple hair, dark clothes and eyeliner made him an emo, he supposed. But the light in his eyes, the way he bounced when he talked about his latest hyperfixation, literally everything about him, made Virgil Teo by far the most attractive person, not just in the house, but in the world - no, universe.
Anyways, he was getting off track. Roman stood in front of Logan, and was unnoticed by him till he tapped him gently on the shoulder, and said, “Oh Logan, your eyes are absolutely enthralling in the light. And your smile, why, it brightens the room and casts a brilliant beam of happiness on everyone in the surrounding proximity. And your mere presence makes my heart sing and my mind weep, at the thought of us not being together.”
Logan ignored him.
Meanwhile, Virgil was about to pass out on the dining room table, the stupidity of the situation drowning him in laughter.
Roman sighed inwardly. Guess he had to flirt the nerdy way. “Logan, you must be the square root of negative 1, because there is no way you are real.”
No response.
Roman persevered, he memorised almost 50 of these. “Do you have 11 protons, because you’re sodium fine.”
A vague blush was visible on Logan’s face.
“You must be a red blood cell because you take the oxygen out of my lungs and bring it right to my heart.”
The blush seemed to spread, and Logan hid his face in his book.
“You must be the acid to my litmus paper because every time I meet you I turn bright red.” The pickup lines were incredibly dumb, but they seemed to work. Turns out being prepared does pay off. Watching Logan embarrassedly flip Roman off was somehow the pinnacle of his existence.
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“Hey Virgil.” Roman had a good grasp on what Virgil liked and disliked, and what kind of flirting would probably work on him. After all, he did say to flirt with all his roommates. He slid into Virgil’s room and shot him a charming smile. At least, he hoped it was charming.
“Yeah? Are you here to collect your winnings?” Virgil was typing furiously on his keyboard. “Can’t help you now, man. I have a sudden brainwave for the next chapter in my novel.” The clickity clack of his mechanical keyboard washed over Roman and surrounded him, and he suddenly realised his palms were sweaty. He continued on, regardless.
“I don’t want my winnings, at least not now.” Roman tapped Virgil’s shoulder and when he turned to look at him, he used a finger to lightly push up Virgil’s chin so that he was looking at Roman. Virgil’s eyes widened a little, but he didn’t flinch. “Because, you know … I haven’t flirted with all my roommates.”
He leaned in, close enough that his nose would have brushed against Virgil’s if he was an inch closer. Virgil’s warm breath, blew gently across his face and Roman had to try his hardest not to blush as he gazed at his dark brown eyes. He gave Virgil a small smile, one that succeeded in pinkening Virgil’s cheeks. “You look really good in black and purple.” Still smiling, he watched as the light pink darkened into a bright red. Roman could hear his heart pounding in his chest, pure adrenaline rushing through his veins.
“Absolutely ador-” Roman stopped his comment mid sentence, distracted by the sudden smirk that seemed to grow on his face, lighting it up with an air of mischief that he had constantly seen before. However, the seemingly familiar look felt different. It was the look Virgil gave whenever Roman had just been a victim of one of Virgil’s latest sarcastic quips, or one of Virgil’s dares he had too much pride to reject. But, it felt - it felt flirtatious. Suddenly, it was as if Virgil did a swift roundhouse kick at Roman, and now he was lying flat on the floor, vulnerable.
Virgil stood up and Roman was reminded how tall Virgil was, at 179cm. His hair was a dark purple, and the sparkling eyes underneath it managed to trigger a shocking red to decorate Roman's face. "You can't fluster me that easily, Princey. Try harder."
There were many, many butterflies in his stomach, and all of them decided this was the perfect time to fly around rapidly. "I ... I …" Roman couldn't find anything he could say. Virgil's presence, flirtatious, had him spluttering and blushing, all his smoothness lost.
He found himself against Virgil's bedroom wall, Virgil himself head cocked to the side and a smirk on his face. How had Roman never noticed how hot he was, with his beautiful almond eyes and the gentle curve of a smile dancing on his lips. They looked so so…
Kissable.
"Kiss me?" Roman said suddenly, and he could see Virgil's eyes widen in surprise. A wave of pink washed over his face and he laughed.
"Of course, Princey." And suddenly, Virgil was kissing Roman and Roman was kissing Virgil. One hand behind Virgil's neck and another in his fluffy purple hair. He was intoxicated by the faint strawberry scent that must have been from Virgil's body soap, and the coarseness from his chapped lips, and everything else and more, all of the tiny details that managed to form his handsome Virgil. He was only truly realizing this now, as Virgil wrapped his arms around his waist.
Memories, old and new, all the way from their highschool days to now, managed to stream towards Roman simultaneously from where they once lay forgotten. Virgil was shooting middle fingers while yelling at his highschool bullies. Virgil was laughing and jumping up and down in joy, happiness glowing from his face, from when he found out they were going to the same college. Virgil was sleeping, head collapsed over textbooks and lecture notes. Virgil was graduating, side by side with Roman. Virgil was amazing.
And Roman loved Virgil.
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Months past, and in those eventful months, Logan and Patton moved out together and it was just Roman and Virgil left. They started having movie nights, and with both their busy schedules, it was nice to just take a break and relax with their partner.
One night, as Roman sat next to Virgil on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of them, a question suddenly popped into his head.
"Hey, Virgil." He started, popping popcorn into his mouth.
Virgil had his eyes on the screen, but he tore them away and looked over at him. "Yeah?"
"You know that bet you made that ended up in us making out?"
Smirking, Virgil leaned closer. "What about it? You want to recreate it or something?"
Pink dusted Roman's cheeks. "Er, not yet. But, did you bet me to flirt with all our roommates on purpose?"
"I-" It was Virgil's turn to blush. "Maybe?"
"Huh." Roman looked thoughtful, and then pouted. "So I wasn't being clever for flirting with you?"
Virgil smirked. "Pretty much."
"You could have just asked." He laughed.
"Well," Virgil teased, "could you kiss me now?"
Roman did. And everything was perfect.
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Rules for Requesting and Asks!
Heyo, you beautiful little bean! Before I start the rules and all that jazz:
(or shoulder pats, if you don’t like them hehe)
So: Rules. Oh boy. I’m not a fan of rules-- rules feel like it’s just “blah blah blah, do this, not that, blah blah” so Imma try to make these as easy as possible for y’all who are excited to ask >:D
1. Soulmate/Normal Matchups (Closed)
What I Ask of You:
You can be as detailed as you want, or you can just make it the bare minimum, do whatever is easiest for you, my dear :D
Just try to include enough about you so that I know which result/outcome would make you the most comfortable
I might be a bit dismissive, so I’ll send you a notif for when I get the ask! Anons are also 1000 percent welcome :]
Yes, I have dedication issues. This is why I’m only in love with fictional characters and not real people xD!
Oh, and I won’t match you with Willie or Alex unless you’re also a dude, but I might match you two has best friends!
Please try to be as respectful as possible in your ask 🥺🥺🥺
I’m not asking for you to worship me or scream at me with thank you’s, but just don’t scream at me for taking too long. Try not to curse every two words because I’m trying to keep my brain *jazz hands* holy
No, jkjk it’s just that there might be younger users reading over these xDD
OKAY SO ANYWAYS
Try to include:
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Over 500 words worth in writing per each fandom
Yes, over 500 (it hurts like heck but it’s *throws skittles* okay)
A gif/fanart piece per fandom
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At times, it may never come if *cough* TUMBLR EATS IT
I will also throw you fifty virtual hugs and skittles
And yes, every ask comes with a thousand hugs, compliments, and shoulder pats!!
A bunch of dating headcanons
If you put in your name, yes, I can customize ;D
What the person I matched you with does when you feel down
How they support you
How you support them
90 percent of it is mainly me rambling about how sweet everyone who asks is, but what can I say? Y’all are precious as heck
Example of Matchup: Hi! Can I please have a matchup for a male character in Julie and the Phantoms (besides willie + alex)? I’m an INFP-T, 5′4″, Aries, and I’m also very annoying haha. I like writing, dance, and singing-- usually, I write a lot of fantasy novels and I want to be an author when I grow up! I also really like baking desserts, particularly brownies, and I also like to make mocktails if I ever get the chance. I love reading, John Green books especially, and I’m usually the funny person in the group to lift everyone’s spirits. Thank you so much :)
2. Band and Song Matchups (Closed)
These are definitely one of the most fun things to do! You can ask for this to be included in your other matchup, but a quick summary of it would be:
Send me your description, but this time add your physical description as well!
A few of the extra-curricular activities you do
Send up to 8 emojis describing your personality and aesthetic (haha it sounds weird but please trust me on this XD)
Your favorite JATP song
Your favorite genre, and/or your fashion style
And wabam, that’s it!
I’ll reply with who I’d see you as in the band, and what song you would be in Julie and the Phantoms. Seems ridiculous, but heyy ya know XD
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Literally anything
Angst, major character death, if you’re sad, I GOTCHU
Request for as many characters as you want!!
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No, like everything else ever
Okay I won’t write like a Reggie x Cowboy bootes but ya know (...that’s actually not a bad idea-)
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Your gender
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I have never done this before, so this is kinda new!
IN CUSTOMIZED ASKS:
Put in a lengthy and concise description of yourself-- it should be a lot more detailed than a matchup. Include your personality type, a lot about your personality, anything you want to add, but make it worth it!! Write A LOT about yourself!! Also, be sure to include your name.
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YOU DON’T HAVE TO PAY ME REAL MONEY HEHEHEHEHHEH
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Drown (G.D) - part 2
A/N: PART 2 OF MY SHITTY ANGST IS HEREEE! Lmaooo. Please message me and tell me what’cha think about it! Comments and suggestions are highly appreciated :)) also, I find it funny that I’m the one who created Isla’s character, but also got annoyed by my own creation KDJSDKSJ
Word-count: 1.3k
Summary: Bianca got so fed up with Isla that she lied about having a boyfriend, only to stop her from being annoying clingy girlfriend of Grayson.
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Shit.
She really has no option but to answer him. So that’s what she does. Bianca turns around to face him, her annoying cousin, his twin brother, and some of their friends, who are sharing table with them.
“Grayson, what’s up?,” an awkward grin comes across her lips as she shoves her hand down into the pocket of her denim jacket, trying her best to hide her nervousness.
“Are you coming to my place tonight?,”
Bianca frowns. In the same time, she notices Isla getting mad at the fact that his boyfriend just asked her least favorite cousin to come over to his place.
“Baby, why are you inviting her?,” she whines. She turns her gaze from Bianca’s to meet her boyfriend’s. She pouts cutely, hoping her boyfriend will cancel his plan.
Grayson shakes his head quickly as he reaches down to meet Isla’s fingers, interlocking his fingers with hers to calm her down as he continues. He keeps shifting his gaze from Bianca’s, to Isla’s, then back to Bianca’s, all over again as he speaks.
“Hey, no. My mom’s inviting Bianca’s family for dinner tonight. That’s all, babe. No worries,” His voice is soft. Hoping it’ll work on calming her down.
“Ugh, I wish I could join. But it’s dad’s birthday, and we’re eating out,” She huffs, leaning her head on his shoulder as she keeps her pout remain still.
The view of Isla being clingy makes Bianca sick. Like really sick that she wants to end this conversation real quick and leave. She takes out her phone out of her pocket as she hums, checking on the reminders that she has set for tomorrow’s test.
“Uh, we have test tomorrow, right? I think I better stay at home and study. Don’t worry, my mom will—“
“Right. Bring your books, maybe? We can study together,” Grayson cuts her quickly with his suggestion. Isla turns to face him one more time. This time, with anger in her eyes.
Oop, she’s activating her mean ass Barbie doll mode.
“Grayson, what the fu—“
“Baby, I’m just trying to study, that’s all. Nothing more. Also, Ethan’s joining us too! Right, bro?,” Grayson quickly nudge his older twin, who’s actually busy with his phone. Ethan shifts his gaze to meet Gray’s, wishing his brother would explain about what is going on. Grayson whispers in his ear, and Bianca can see him nudging Ethan once again.
Pure comedy. And that’s exactly when she realizes that she missed them. A lot.
“Yeah, I’m joining the club,” Ethan quickly replies. He shifts his gaze back to his phone to avoid Isla’s eye-contact.
“Calm down, cousin. It’s just a dinner, and a little studying session. It’s not like I’m going to steal your man,” Bianca rolls her eyes back, completely fed up with Isla’s possessive behavior.
Isla keeps her arms crossed in front of her chest as she shoots her cousin an angry glare, but Bianca doesn’t really care. She arches her brow, waiting for her evil cousin to say something.
“Can I leave now, Little Miss Perfect?,” Bianca asks.
“Ethan, please make sure that she’s not staying too close to Grayson. I don’t want her near him,” Instead of talking to her, Isla decides to talk to Ethan. Grayson remains silent as he shakes his head, slowly getting annoyed by Isla’s possessiveness.
“Kay,” Ethan says.
Isla shifts her gaze back to Bianca, looking at her like she’s a piece of trash that she never wants to touch; completely disgusted.
“You know what, Isla? Calm down, okay? I’m not stealing your man,” Bianca loses it. She’s just done dealing with her dramatic ass.
“Why should I trust you?,” both of her brows are arched.
Bianca remains silent for few seconds, before she finally opens her mouth again to defend herself.
“Because I have a boyfriend,”
Shit. No, you don’t, Bianca.
Isla gives her a slight frown, looking at Bianca in disbelief. Grayson’s eyes go wide, completely shocked to hear the fact that Bianca has a “boyfriend”, yet he has no idea about his existence. Ethan puts his phone down immediately only to meet her gaze.
Why the hell is wrong with you, Bianca Reine? You have no boyfriend, maybe will never have one since the only one that you want is sitting right in front of you, and has a girl clinging onto him so tight.
“Oh? I didn’t know about that. Who’s the poor guy?,” Isla remains her gaze locked on hers like she’s trying to detect lies coming out of her cousin’s mouth. Grayson remains silent. She can tell that he’s waiting for you to drop the name of her boyfriend. He’s dying to know.
“Actually, not really dating… but we’ve been talking…,” Bianca decides to beat around the bush for a moment, while her brain’s trying to recall any guy’s names that she has known all this time to be claimed as her “boyfriend”.
“Yeah, but who? A fictional character from the books that you read?,” Really, Isla?
Does she have to attack her that way? Like… There’s nothing wrong with reading novels that much, right? Reading is like one of her favorite thing to do to escape reality and there’s nothing wrong with it. But, yeah. Cool girls like Isla clearly don’t see the purpose of reading for pleasure.
And that’s exactly when that name comes into Bianca’s mind.
“No, Isla. I’ve been talking to Declan,” She replies quickly as her shoulders rise and fall into a shrug, trying to play it cool, though she knows she’s doomed.
Isla widens her eyes in disbelief. Grayson remains silent as he tries to process her words.
“Declan--,” This time Ethan opens his mouth.
“Yeah, Ethan. Declan Hayes, who else? We only have one Declan in this school,” Bianca cut him quickly.
The moment she mentions his full name, she can see Grayson’s jaws clenched. Not a good sign at all. She understands why. Grayson and Declan don’t get along really well, just like Bianca and Isla.
Who doesn’t know Declan Hayes? The captain of the school’s basketball team. Another good looking guy --maybe number 2 to Bianca, since Grayson will always be the number 1 to her. Her childhood friend as well, along with Ethan and Grayson, not really close, but the four of them went to the same elementary school. But he’s also known as the infamous douchebag of the school. A stable relationship isn’t his cup of tea. Dip and fuck. That’s how he lives.
It’s not like she’s lying about Declan. These two do have been talking lately. Declan has been texting her nearly every day, asking if she’d like to grab some burger with him since he knows it’s her favorite, or even simply asking her if she needs a ride home. He told her that he’s just missing his childhood friend. Bianca. Literally so often, but again, she’s a sucker for the man sitting in front of her. It’s Grayson that she’s into. Not this childhood-friend-who-turned-into-a-douchebag.
Ethan looks at Bianca blankly, no expression at all. Grayson? She thinks that he’s about to say something but she’s wrong. He keeps his mouth shut, and grabs his diet root beer once again, taking another sip of it. He looks away, like he’s avoiding having eye-contact with her.
Did she do something wrong?
“Uh, I better leave now,” Bianca mumbles once she takes another quick glance at her phone to check the time, then she shifts her gaze back to Grayson and Ethan once again.
Wait, is he okay?--
“Yeah. I’ll see you tonight, Bi,” Grayson replies. He gives her a small smile as he nods his head quickly. “Don’t forget to bring your books,” He adds.
Bianca smiles and gives him a thumb up. Then she quickly turn around to head out of the school’s cafeteria. And that’s exactly when she notices something.
She did hurt him.
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Most kudoed Sherlock (BBC) fics in 2019
Sherlock fics from 2019 with more than 1000 kudos on AO3*
1. Riptide Lover by jinglebell - 4011 kudos
114K, E, Johnlock, John/others
The year is 1866. When John becomes swept overboard, he never expects to encounter a living creature of myth. When the merman absconds with John, the lost sailor must use every tool at his disposal to convince Sherlock not to kill him. But it seems that killing John Watson is not what the deadly, beautiful creature has in mind at all...
2. The Only Unproblematic Slash Fic by songlin - 2641 kudos
554 words, M, Johnlock
I decided to write this after being OUTRAGED by the number of highly problematic and abusive fanfics I see on this site! Honestly I shouldn't even post it here at all, since AO3 is complicit in LITERAL SEX TRAFFICKING and ABUSE by allowing just anyone to post whatever they want. But it's the best website for posting fic. What am I supposed to do, raise money to pay for servers and use AO3's entirely, 100% open source code to start a new site that upholds REAL MORALITY? Anyways here's my fanfic.
3. A different kind of adventure by curiousbees (orphaned) - 1996 kudos
27K, E, Johnlock
A series of rash experiments at twenty-three left omega Sherlock unable to form a bond or have a child. He never particularly cared, even if he sometimes caught himself wishing after meeting John. Now at 36, this inability is simply another part of who he is, like his intellect or his tendency for addiction. So after one night's loss of logic with his married best friend, he doesn't think to question it. In hindsight, he really shouldn't have taken it for granted.
4. What We Could Be by Mottlemoth - 1908 kudos
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Ficlets and short stories featuring Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade. Fluff, smut, humour, a little well-marked angst... and of course, lots and lots of romance.
5. East End Boy by Mottlemoth - 1620 kudos
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6. Minutiae (Or 156 Things I Know About You) by AtlinMerrick - 1572 kudos
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Mycroft Holmes is a successful, yet reclusive, mystery writer. His agent nearly had to resort to torture to persuade the writer to allow a studio the rights to film one of his books. The studio wants the highly profitable and extremely sexy Greg Lestrade for the role, but Mycroft isn’t happy with the choice. The studio sends him to Mycroft’s remote country home to do some persuading. Once there, after getting to know the secretive, brilliant and slightly-eccentric Mycroft Holmes, Greg isn’t certain which ranks higher on his persuading list - him getting a role he dearly wants or him getting a man he dearly wants.
8. Sensory Science by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1439 kudos
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John Watson has been invalided home from Afghanistan and is struggling with anxiety, depression, PTSD and insomnia, when an old friend from med school recommends something that might help: An ASMR YouTube Channel run by a friend. One session in and John is hooked, not only by the way the ASMR seems to calm him after nightmares, and help him sleep, but also by the mysterious man who runs it.
9. White Knight by DiscordantWords - 1360 kudos
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10. Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1324 kudos
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* And now for the caveats:
- I’ve cut some of the summaries down because they were way too wordy. Sorry, authors. Write shorter summaries. It’s an AO3 blurb, not a dust jacket.
- The kudo count is as of 2 January 2020. Obviously, fics that started posting earlier have the advantage, since they had a longer time to gather kudos.
- For this list, I disregarded all fics tagged with multiple fandoms, since their popularity may be due to those other fandoms.
- Fics may get - or not get - kudos for various reasons. This is not intended to be a rec list per se, and being on or off this list is not a statement on the quality of any given fic.
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rendevous 18.6y
summary: chikage shows up at the front door of MANKAI after disappearing from the face of the Earth for 3 years. itaru is not happy.
fandom: a3
pairing: chikage x itaru
word count: 5516
tags: original characters for the sake of plot, friends to strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, flashbacks, mentions of death, bad attempts at action, bad attempts at comedy
chapter 1: realizations
He should be happy for him. Chikage is okay. Chikage is alive, and didn’t… just go somewhere and do god knows what, (which, well, he already did, didn’t he.) but at least it isn’t anything bad, he’s safe and sound and maybe the troupe members will be overjoyed to hear how he’s been doing...
Out of respect, no one has ever taken their spots in their respective troupes.
He observes him even harder from the lounge area in the office, a good break, he thinks, as he grinds some gacha game with his husbando, a little tired from staring at the stupidly “gendered” pink UI with the characters flying across the screen.
He’s happy. He looks healthy— maybe skin even glowing brighter than ever.
And it’s good for him. It’s amazing to see how happy Chikage looked, “laughing” with his friends, almost heartwarming to see Chikage doing just fine. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s talented, strong, mentally adept, better than h—
He stops that train of thought immediately.
He was happy. So then Itaru should be happy. Even if he was that stupid, unromantic senpai that always was offstandish with just a bit unromantic caring for others when he felt like it.
At least, should be.
He watches as his coworkers walk around him, slinging their arms around each other in camaraderie, as one of them asks him out for drinks after picking up lunch. His smile is almost as wide as he remembers when he figured out Hisoka was alive. And innocent.
He watches Chikage and he doesn’t look back, walking into the elevator without him, because he works on this floor. It’s fine.
But it’s just so fucking funny, when all he wants is just another word, just a reason why he left without even asking Spring Troupe, or literally anyone else for help. He would even trade his life for Hisoka’s, even though he knows that wouldn’t make anyone happy. Well, maybe Chikage. He could go off into some sunset with him and run away from whatever responsibilities he wanted to not deal with. Like Itaru. Izumi. The others.
He wants to scream out so bad, just for him to come back, but he can’t, like that stupid horror novel that made him feel like shit and all existential for no reason. He feels like he can talk to him about everything, in a sense. Which would make sense, of course, if they were still close. Roommates. But he could only do that in a world where Hisoka is still alive.
—
Chikage knows he’s here.
Why?
Intuition.
Not really. He looks at him, but chooses not to “look”.
But when he sees his face, almost heartbroken, which is almost questionable. He wants to ignore him so bad. Just move on. Easier said than done, when every week you see him share out information with the company execs. A Chikage-senpai, no more.
He wants to move on so bad.
But everytime he goes to bed, he can’t stop thinking. He crosses another day off the calendar, it’s been three years, almost three and a half years.
He tears down his calendar. Who the fuck uses those anyways?
He tries to move on.
But of course, when you have something good, and it gets taken away, you want it back, right? You throw a tantrum like a little child at first, like a baby crying for their pacifier their mom took away from them. Then, you silence yourself, deny you ever wanted it in the first place. But you can’t stop wanting more, wanting it back. You yearn for it so hard that it hurts, almost twists your heart into a fucking pretzel, your stomach bubbling like the filter of the damn fish tank in your too-large-for-one-person office— thanks Boss, not complaining— but you can’t have it. You ignore it.
He knows he wouldn’t be able to deal with it again. It was all his fucking fault. He slams his hand on the desk again, before opening up his work computer.
His vision is hazy, like the only thing he can see is his hands, just a foot in front of him, trying to find his ground, but all that runs through his mind is, “it’s your fucking fault you idiot stupid you shouldve worked harder to protect everyone, cant even do that” it turns out harder than expected.
But it’s not his first time at the rodeo, of course. He picks up the stack of paperwork, straightening it all into a neat little tower of paper, before typing away with a nasty scowl on his face.
He can’t accept this.
—
It’s his anniversary.
Chikage is on “vacation”. If your definition of “vacation” is sitting in a fancy car in suburban Tokyo, near Veludo Way. He already regrets his decision. Closure, my ass, he thinks to himself as he drives his car.
He’d already picked up tickets to their show in a month. Itaru is the lead this time. He searched it up, but it seemed not to have anything that Spring Troupe would do. Minagi always changes it up.
Maybe visiting his grave today wasn’t the best idea, Chikage asks himself with a slight melancholy in his inside head voice which he wants to shut up— so he tells it to shut up with its own voice (which of course, would never work, because he’s telling himself to
shut up).
Chikage doesn’t know what to say. Do people speak out loud to their graves? No disrespect to them, but not for him.
In their head? He tries it, kneeling down a bit to the headstone, setting down a bag of marshmallows.
Hisoka. I don’t believe in God or reincarnation, or whatever religion. But I want to give the universe, no matter how little it cares, the benefit of the doubt. I hope you’re in nirvana, heaven, or reincarnated into some “cute” baby in whatever country, eating marshmallows. I never understood that. It’s not like I needed to. I guess. But wherever you are, I hope you’re up there. With August.
He shakes his head, like a dog shaking off water, except instead of water, it’s a somber liquid covering him, coating him in some syrupy hotness that feels like the embodiment of orange with speckles of blue.
He gets up and turns around to head back to his car.
“...Utsuki. It’s been quite a while.” He pulls up the cuffs of his outfit.
He’s not surprised to see him here. Arisugawa. He looks the same, the same haircut, the same outfit, same everything. He’s happy to see he’s been doing well.
“...I’m not surprised to see you here. You were his roommate, after all.”
“Yes, yes, indeed I was. Was is the word I want to put emphasis on.” It’s like he reminded himself of what happened. “Why? Why come back here after all this time?”
“I was just… reminded.” He straightens his back, as if it wasn’t straight in the first place, almost scoliosis levels of effort into “straightening” posture, as if to become more defensive.
“Are you going to interrogate me, at least? Inquire about the troupe? How well has it been faring?”
“... I don’t think I need to.” He’s reminded of the last time he went to watch a play. Around Christmas time— where he could take enough time off.
Minagi always does well. Sakuma is always just so passionate you can feel it through the character. Usui is always perfect, staring back at the Director in approval. Chigasaki… is…
He interrupts his own thoughts just to respond to Arisugawa, who’s been waiting for another word for 3 seconds at least. “I saw the play around Christmas. Well done. Very much so.”
“We are all aware Minagi-san always does an amazing job. Why, he is at the same level as me. But of course, I must come here and mourn every once in a while.” He walks past Chikage to look at Hisoka’s grave. “These marshmallows were his favorite brand, Chikage.”
“I know.”
A moment of silence ensues as Homare places a bouquet of anemone on the grave.
“Come back.”
“What?” Chikage is almost startled as he looks down at Homare, squatting at the grave.
“Come back.”
“You know I can’t.”
“You can, and you have always been able.”
“I can’t. Arisu. What am I meant to say to everyone? ‘Oh, I left for 3 years, haha big surprise now I’m back!’ They’re them. I’m me. They don’t need me.” Chikage laughs nervously. Nervously? He calms his nerves— at least tries to, conflicted on what to do, because it’s been a while since he’s been like this.
“It’s what Hisoka would have wanted. We all need breaks.” The mention of Hisoka alarms Chikage, and makes his voice venom tipped.
“Don’t even try to bring up that fucking sleepyhead.”
“My, your language. This place is sacred.” He doesn’t even seem phased by his biting tone or his venomous words, just continuing to talk to him as normal— at least normal to him. “But you must admit… he would want you to keep acting. He was very, practically fully aware that you enjoyed what you did immensely.”
“I don’t care. It was good to talk to you again. See you around.” He storms off before Homare calls out for him again.
“Just… take this.” He hands him a card, Chikage acquiescing halfheartedly, already thinking about throwing away that flimsy card. “Call the number if you ever yearn for us too much.”
Chikage doesn’t say anything back— at least doesn’t feel the need to.
—
“Itaru?” The rest of the Spring Troupe knocks at his door, mostly Sakuya’s voice piercing through the little symphony of voices piping up just in an effort to wake up Itaru. (If he’s asleep of course— sleeping now to save energy for ranking all night.) “We have pizza?” Masumi looks at the noticeable lack of pizza in their hands, which, knowing Itaru, would make him close that damn door again.
Tsuzuru knocks on the door again, Izumi coming by, looking at them with a puzzled look on her face. “...Can I ask what you guys are doing or is it private?”
“Itaru hasn’t come out of his room in like… a week.” Tsuzuru takes out his phone to check the phone date to see if he’s actually not come out of his room for a week. “Yeah. A week.”
“And why is that surprising? He’s probably ranking.” Izumi almost has a visible question mark hovering over her head, that would be drawn over her if they were in an anime. “Although he should be working on his role… he is the lead after all.”
“Yeah, but I know that he has no thanking to do for this week!” Citron looks almost frustrated, going to the door to bang on it before Sakuya holds him back, calming him down. “I wanna play with him…”
“Ranking.” Tsuzuru mumbles through the word, correcting him.
“Ranking!”
Izumi parts them into two to make her way to the door, knocking harder. “Chigasaki! Get out of the room before I break in!” No response. “...Itaru?” Izumi grabs a keychain from her pocket, with the master key. “I’m coming in.” She unlocks the door quickly, opening the door, being blasted with a rank scent— the scent of body odor (which isn’t surprising now that he’s alone) but when it’s festered and accumulated for a month. Which is terrible considering he’s only been in there for a week.
“...Yes?” Itaru sits up in his loft bed. “...Oh.” He gets down from the loft bed, his hair almost matted to his face, with oil stains and chip crumbs all over his t-shirt. “...Hi.”
“Itaru.”
“Director…?”
“Take a bath. Come back here. We are going to talk, because you haven’t let it get this bad in a while.”
“...Whatever you say.”
When Itaru takes a shower, he doesn’t feel refreshed— rather just a clean feeling taking him with the same unidentifiable emotion. Probably a mixture of disappointment, discontentment, and self-loathing; which isn’t a particularly new mixture but it’s almost defeating this time, for no damn reason. Well, he does know the reason, but he refuses to acknowledge the idea, even entertaining it. Calling in sick to work because he just didn’t feel like going isn’t going to last forever, especially when He is practically his boss. He doesn’t want to get fired of course. He did just lose another job, so getting fired now isn’t the best idea.
Itaru picks up his phone on his way out of the bath, and turns on his phone to check his waifus this time, at first checking out his Best Girl. Humans are complicated, he says to himself, as he taps though some loading messages and downloading messages. He thinks back to work before getting interrupted by Izumi, who’s staring at him from inside his dorm, picking up trash and stuffing them into her makeshift trash bag, which is really just a plastic bag from the convenience store. “Itaru, come in. It’s your dorm after all.” He walks in unwillingly, hit by the smell he produced himself. He even wonders how he can take it.
Izumi wants to talk, he knows that much, as he feels the type of anxiety coming on when he gets the message, “we need to talk”. He hasn’t gotten it that often, but he does definitely freeze up. He definitely isn’t that stupid to not get a hint. Maybe. Izumi starts speaking after a moment of silence.
“So… Can we talk about this? You’ve never let it get this bad… even you have standards.” She glares at the side of the room that’s basically caked in chip bags, surrounded by an anime summoning circle made of chip crumbs.
“Do I have to?”
“Listen… this can’t go on forever. Just… talk about it. My lips are sealed!” She “zips” her mouth shut and throws away the invisible key from her hands. Itaru knows she isn’t going to leave without an answer— which is just the type of person she is— determined for no good reason. He can’t understand why Izumi is still here, even “helping” him clean. Helping in quotation marks because Itaru’s splayed out on his couch, head hanging off an armrest.
He holds out his phone to tweet something on his streamer Twitter, like “sorry for not streaming i was sick” which is convincing, until he realizes Banri follows him. Fucking NEO. Whatever. He sends it anyway.
“Can you keep it down? I don’t know what emotion you’re gonna feel when I tell you whatever has gotten me so… down. But I know you’re gonna scream about it, which I don’t want to hear.” Itaru scrolls through his personal, looking at fanart of his main games staring at a couple to just appreciate the artistry. Talent.
“I told you. Lips are sealed!”
He adds a snarky tone to his voice. “Someone with their lips zipped together wouldn’t be able to talk.” Itaru smirks.
“Shut up, you know what I mean.”
“LOL. Do you seriously, most definitely, want to hear me out?”
“Yes. Obviously? I’m cleaning your room just to buy myself time so you don’t kick me out.”
“Good strat. Whatever.” He goes to the training section, sacrificing some of his cards in the name of evolving his best girl. “I got laid off, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“And I got a new job, remember?”
“Mmmhm.”
“So I got hired as an assistant to this high up exec, which is like… hell yeah. Level up from that old company.”
“Didn’t you just get hired? I don’t think being absent for a week is a good look for your Refreshing Handsome Man persona. Trademark.”
Itaru laughs.“I— Well… Yeah? But I just didn’t want to go because of a certain person.”
“Do we have to beat someone up?”
“No. But guess who it was.”
“... Was it someone from highschool?”
“It was Chikage-san.”
“...Chika—“ Izumi puts her own hand over her mouth to shut herself up because of the up and coming scream that is about to pierce the skies.
“You heard me right.”
“...Yeah, I definitely did.” Izumi almost has a solemn tone, a tacit agreement of how they should be feeling about this.
“I just… I don't think I’m ready to see him. Mentally preparing for what shitshow might go on. Seeing him drained all my LP in a split second. And this week is me recharging, and a little more. Like I need it to overflow this time, like when I claim daily login quests for them.”
“Makes sense. Well… nothing you can do about it, right?” Izumi sounds a bit defeated, tying up the trash she’s picked up in the convenience store plastic bag, taking out another one and cleaning up again. “Just… deal with it till you can find a new job. Or… you could bring him back here. I want to— need to talk to him.”
“Mmm. I don’t want to do it.” Itaru sounds even more defeated, like he was born with that stupid Archeops abiltity. 50% HP lost already, and he’s not ready to lose that other half. “But if it comes to that… Sure. I’ll try. Not very hard of course.”
“Yeah, yeah, Itaru. You keep doing that.” She picks up some more trash before Tsumugi looks through the door.
“Director-san?”
“Tsumugi?”
“Someone is at the door.”
“I’ll get it.” Tsumugi leaves quickly to his dorm. “Itaru. Finish cleaning. Get the broom and sweep that damn pile of chips. We can’t deal with another infestation. Sakyo is gonna get so mad at you and me, and we don’t want another wifi outage caused by him. Also… please remember the play. I know that we aren’t super close to opening night, but this one has to be one of our more intricate ones, okay? Study your role well.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ve been doing that in here too.” Itaru follows Izumi out of the room, heading to the lounge to grab the dustpan and broom lying in the corner of the kitchen. Itaru takes it, wondering how much money it would cost for Itaru to get a damn maid around here.
But he wouldn’t want anyone to see his room, of course, as he gets almost scared of someone walking in, and seeing his shelf of games, and his cute and sexy gamer setup. Not the right choice of words, but it’s cute and sexy to him. (He also doesn’t want anyone to wash his body pillow of his waifu, or see it, matter of fact. Plus, he’s worked to make it so comfortable he can sleep instantly with it.)
Itaru heads back to his dorm, the door still open, sweeping up the chips, and spraying some damn Febreeze in there. Hawaiian breeze, or some other tropical scent will do. He hears frantic footsteps from the lounge, Izumi holding onto the doorframe.
“Itaru!” She stands up straight. “Chikage… is here. At the dorms with us.”
“What?”
Chikage pops up behind her, with a small suitcase in hand. Less of popping up, but more of fully revealing himself behind her.
“Please don’t tell me he’s moving back in.”
—
Chikage is less than aware of the reasons he’s here, before regrouping himself and making some stupid mental list in his mind. Thanks, self-help/business book that his boss gave him. He leads up the events in his mind.
Chikage gets a call from the landlord of his apartment building.
The landlord tells him that the rooms are flooded because some guy on the upper floor took such a big shit that it flooded the entire apartment complex. How does one even do that?
He is distressed. He goes to book a hotel.
All the hotel rooms are booked again.
Chikage, understandably, gets angry. He drives back to pick up some non-wet stuff. He can sleep in a car for a night.
He starts it up, and it doesn’t start. His car is broken.
He kicks the tire in frustration, and the side metal plate just falls off. He sighs in the ultimate defeat.
He now has nowhere else to stay— hotels are all booked and reserved for the waves of plays about to be released. His hideout is not an option— he doesn’t have much of a bed in there, or actual facilities he needs. No wifi.
Chikage is reminded of the conversation he and Arisugawa had back at… there.
He comes back with a damn Uber.
He sits down at the couch, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in more than frustration at what situation he’s gotten himself into, already regretting his decision.
Izumi runs back, opening the lounge door. “...Chikage-san!” She goes to the kitchen. “It’s… a pleasure to see you back here. It’s pretty late. Almost everyone has gone to sleep. Tea?”
“Sure. Lavender, thank you.” Chikage is fidgeting, which is super out of whatever character he plays, almost struggling to not have a tone when he says his next words. “I’d… hope no one else is awake.” He thinks back to Itaru, but forces the thought of him out. “How has it been?”
“Not the same without you and… yeah.” Izumi looks down at her own cup, the teabag soaking. “Why are you here anyways? You just… disappeared.”
Chikage swallows his pride for just a little bit longer. “My apartment is flooded. My stuff is fine but I can’t stay there for now. Every hotel is booked here. My car is broken because I’ve been forsaken. I can’t stay anywhere else. I need to stay here.”
“...Well… you’re always welcome here anyways. You’ll always be a part of us, even when you don’t think you are.” Izumi takes a sip of her now finished tea. “Well… I know this might be uncomfy but for now, our only open room is 103.” He gets flashbacks to the number, when he got assigned it the first time he came here. “I don’t want to put you in 205. Homare has been doing a lot of stuff in there ever since.” Izumi pauses. “...And I know how you might feel about it.”
“I see. Well… I’ll take what I can get, no?” He sighs. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” He takes a long sip of his lavender tea. Nothing has really changed, he observes, as he looks around slowly taking everything back in. The smell is even familiar, which might just be the smell of lavender tea, but he doesn’t really think so. But an air about it doesn’t have as much life as it used to— which he might attribute to the fact that it’s now 12:30 am, but he knows deep in his subconscious the real reason.
Izumi smiles wide. “Great. I’ll lead you there. Itaru is cleaning right now.”
—
Yes, it is awkward, Itaru confirms to himself— something he doesn’t even need to do when Chikage is literally just typing away at his computer, as Itaru fiddles with his phone up in the air, playing some new KniRoun thing. Great. Lancelot is idly whacking at some large dragon on his phone screen, while Chikage’s loud typing begins to fill up more and more of his headspace until Itaru finally gets over the air that’s as thick as butter. “Can you type… quieter? Please?”
Fuck. That is not how he meant to say it. “...sure.” Itaru is surprised, doing a little “Oh.” to himself. He expected more resistance, especially with his tone.
Chikage can almost feel Itaru’s eyes burn into the back of his skull, which would almost be fitting for him and those damn carnelian eyes. “If you want me to leave, I can leave. I understand you have to do that ranking thing, or whatever.”
“Don’t act like you care, Utsuki.” Itaru just keeps fumbling with his tone, always going a little too biting. Which he should probably stop, when he’s basically talking to his boss. Technically. Not really his boss, because he’s been appointed to Chikage. They’re supposed to be working together. But it’s not like Chikage has power in a setting that is now his. He’s in Itaru’s domain. “You never cared about my ranking in the first place.”
“Can we fucking not today? Be happy I’m even dealing with you.”
Itaru shuts up immediately. He isn’t going to do this today. Or ever. He turns on his side to try to ignore whatever that cabbage head is doing on his laptop. But he doesn’t. He looks at the laptop, already looking for hotels to stay at, and sending out emails, with some decryptor on the side. Itaru isn’t one for confrontation. He knows he’s less than welcome with Chikage’s presence— which he can’t understand.
But Itaru is already tired— be it from the event that just happened, or the fact that it’s 1 am. Which is baby hours for him. He goes to do some final things, use his stamina, the sorts, and lets his body drift away.
—
Itaru wakes up midday, as usual for a weekend, and for some reason, Chikage is still there, typing away. He climbs down from his loft bed, stretching a bit and going to turn his computer on.
It seems like a normal weekend to Itaru, except for the fact that he’s here now. For whatever reason.
“Have you been awake this entire time?”
“...What’s it matter to you?” Chikage doesn’t even look back or stutter in his typing.
“Nothing, I was just wondering. Jeez.” Itaru doesn’t even want to try to fight back with the man who could snap his neck in 0.5 seconds. He walks out into the atrium, heading to the kitchen to grab some food from Omi, who had probably covered some leftovers from breakfast in plastic wrap, and probably already getting lunch ready.
“Itaru. Good morning to you!” Omi speaks to Itaru from the counter, giving him a smile.
“Thanks.” He grabs the leftover breakfast for a nice brunch. Izumi comes through the door with some bags of groceries for the next week.
“Itaru! Let’s talk later, okay? Practice is soon. We don’t want you to be absent this time. As the lead, you have the most importance for the play, and we need you to—“
“I know. I’ve been studying this role, okay? I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it.”
“And that’s why we should talk.” Izumi looks serious again, the look she gave him last night when cleaning his dumpster room. “It’s nothing serious. Just sit down here.”
“I have things to attend to, Director.” Itaru looks smug, and walks towards the door, plate in hand.
“I swear it’ll be quick!”
“Can’t we just do it in my room? Omi is here, and if it’s so serious, we should talk about it in a private place.”
“You’re gonna be distracted if we do it in your room. Just follow me to mine.”
“Ugh…” He walks over to Izumi, and follows her to her room, pulling out a chair for Itaru and she sits on her bed. “So…?”
“So… guess what…” Izumi’s voice is light, like she’s trying to break something to him slowly but surely.
“Don’t tell me. Is he going to be staying for a while?”
“...Damn.”
“You have to be kidding me, Izumi. Like I can’t believe you would do this to me. Rooming me with my boss.” He puts his back over the chair he’s sitting in, like a standard damsel in distress, woe is him. “Woe is me! All I know is pain and suffering.”
“You might be an actor but that was not an opening night performance.” Izumi laughs. “It might be for a while so bear with me. It’ll be until at least closing night.”
“... At least closing night?” Itaru is confused. “Why does he even need to stay in here?”
“Well… His apartment is flooded. Some guy took a fat shit in the toilet on the upper floors and now his apartment is flooded with toilet water. Hotels are booked for a while, Godza n’ all the other performances. People do book hotel rooms months in advance here.”
“Well, that’s tough. Why not put him with Homa—“ He stops and realizes what he’s going to say. “Oh.”
“Right.”
“Well, can’t he drive? Like… to a place with hotels?”
“Well, his car is broken. Listen, even if he did get it fixed, it’s the least we can do for him. He tried his best, Itaru. Everyone… grieves differently and it’s not in our place to judge him, no? Even if it was self-destructive…”
“Yeah, by hurting us? That’s his grief? Why’d you even let him stay? He doesn’t act, he wouldn’t do shit around here. Do you think he’ll come back? After three and a half years, no goodbye, just a complete disappearance? I don’t see how you can forgive some old cabbage head like that. He’s not even part of MANK—“
“Itaru, can you shut the fuck up? Like, actually.” Itaru immediately shuts up in almost prey-like fear. ”You of all people should know what it felt like when he left, and after everything that went down.” Izumi is absolutely fuming, like steam is coming out of her ears, getting up and turning away and looking at the bookshelf. “Do you know what it feels like? I worked so hard for this— to build this up from when it was failing to a place where we can stay and lean on each other and you… you of all people should know what the hell that feels like.”
“Izumi, I—“ He gets up, reaching out for a bit.
“I’m not finished.” Izumi is tearing up and getting more red by the second, like she’s going to burst. “How do you think I feel about all this? Chikage is back. It’s overwhelming, Itaru. It reminded me of Hisoka, and what would MANKAI be if he was still here but he isn’t. He’s not back. He won’t ever, and when we find an old member like Chikage, I will always accept him back in, even if he’s not committed to the acting gig. It’s almost like we’re completing ourselves again.”
“I understand that, but—“ Itaru can barely get a word in.
“He’s staying there. I don’t want any backtalk from you, Itaru. Have a good evening.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just go.” She sits back down, her back turned to Itaru as he walks out.
Itaru feels bad. I mean, who wouldn’t, but he didn’t expect Izumi to take it that hard. Itaru has every right to say that he doesn’t want him in his room, feeling no remorse for making Izumi almost cry from pure anger, walking slowly back to the room. Omi stares at him as he goes through the kitchen.
“...Food?”
“Nah. Not hungry, I want some chips.”
“Don’t overindulge. It’s almost dinner anyways.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks Omi.”
He walks out of the kitchen and back to his room, still thinking about Izumi. Izumi is angry. Izumi is more than angry at him and it was because of him— which has never happened before and he is distraught.
He walks back into the room and no one is there. Bless. Today his room feels a bit more lonely, even though there’s more stuff in it, looking to his left to see the duffel bag of clothes with his desk underneath the loft bed already set up with tons of electronics. What is he even doing? He takes a look at Chikage’s stuff before he comes back.
Another laptop? A walkie-talkie… and the thing that catches his eye the most is a picture of MANKAI, and behind that, a picture of Hisoka and Chikage. Itaru remembers taking this photo, looking closer at it. Okay, now he really feels bad, he thinks as he looks at the photo more and more.
If he missed us that much then why didn’t he come back?
The door opens and he shuffles as fast as he can to the couch, posing in one of the most awkward positions.
“...H-hey, Utsuki-senpai.”
“Hm.”
He quickly walks past, suspiciously looking at Itaru as if he was a cat that pushed something off a desk while their owner was gone. Itaru quickly skitters to his desk, starting up his computer. The room feels a bit more lively with both of them in it, even if they’re both just trying to ignore each other, something within the room metamorphosing, like something is changing. He shakes the thought out of his head quickly before he slumps into his chair to get into the Gamer Position (trademarked by Itaru himself) and getting his software up.
Itaru needs to stream today. Not really— he didn’t announce anything, but he has to feed his fans some sort of content. He gets ready to film something, anything. He picks a random game and starts filming a bit, Chikage in the room completely tuning Itaru out and vice versa.
Chikage slowly drifts off to sleep for once, but this time, it’s a deep sleep.
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She-Ra, Supergirl, and Tangled: A Tale of Three Female Relationships: Part 2
*SPOILER WARNING FOR SHE-RA, SUPERGIRL, AND TANGLED: THE SERIES*
For those of you just tuning in, I’m taking a deep dive into 3 female relationships in 3 of my favorite tv shows that all turned into toxic messes at some point. The point of this series of posts is to exam these relationships, where things went wrong, whether there’s a chance for redemption, and what conclusions, if any, we can draw from these relationships about media’s representation of female characters and female relationships.
Oh, and shipping, ‘cause this is tumblr after all...
So, in Part 1 I gave a summary of the female relationships in question in these three shows (Adora and Catra, Kara and Lena, Rapunzel and Cassandra). I also summarized how these relationships began and when they started to go wrong. If you already know that stuff because you love these shows too, you don’t necessarily have to go back and read it, but doing so is always encouraged.
In this installment, I will be exploring 3 themes related to the festering resentment within these relationships: Mother Knows Best, Chosen Ones, and Itty Bitty Boxes. Follow the jump to get started!
PART III: MOTHER KNOWS BEST
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I’ve heard a few people claim that Mother Gothel is not a top tier Disney villain. She doesn’t have the following that characters like Scar or Maleficent have. However, at the same time, I’ve heard many people saying something along the lines of “This is my mother.” There’s something uncomfortably familiar about Mother Gothel in Tangled. I recognized the same putdowns and microaggressions that I used to get from my stepmom in Gothel’s targeted jabs at Rapunzel’s confidence throughout the movie...all done with a smile and “It’s for your own good” attitude.
A lot of media focuses on the relationship between fathers and sons. Mothers in Disney have historically been silent or dead. (Except Perdita. That bitch was awesome).
This, of course, makes it interesting that 5/6 of these characters have verbally (and in some cases physically) abusive, manipulative mother figures. And for Adora and Catra and Rapunzel and Cassandra, that mother figure is the same.
Here are our three abusive mothers:
Shadow Weaver who raised Adora and Catra:
Lillian Luthor who is Lena Luthor’s adoptive mother (and played by the absolute joy to watch that is Brenda Strong):
And, of course, Mother Gothel who kidnapped and raised Rapunzel for most of her life and is the SPOILER biological mother of Cassandra:
There are, of course, good mothers sprinkled in. Rapunzel’s biological mother, Queen Arianna is great once she actually gets lines in the TV show. Lena’s birth mother was also, by all accounts, a very kind and loving person. Kara has two moms, and while both have flaws, both are inherently good people (particularly Eliza Danvers, her adoptive mother).
However, in spite of the presence of some positive examples of motherhood, the relationships between all three of these pairs is heavily influenced by the three narcissistic women above.
All three of these women are dishonest, withhold affection only to give it away as a special treat, and actively manipulate their children. Yet, at the same time, the children can’t help but seek approval. Adora and Catra both feared and desperately sought approval and affection from Shadow Weaver. Lena tries to cut ties with her family, but keeps being drawn back in when Lillian admits pride at her accomplishments or that she does, in fact, care about her. Rapunzel sought affection from Gothel growing up because she was her one human contact, and, when Cassandra learned the truth of who her mother was, Cassandra desperately wanted some validation that the mother who abandoned her loved her on some level.
These mother/daughter relationships scarred 5/6 of our characters (Kara has her own hangups about her mother, but not on the deeply psychologically scarred level as the other five.)
Adora is mockingly called paranoid by Shadow Weaver for understandably thinking the woman who lied to and manipulated her her entire life was up to something. Catra pushes everyone in her life away emotionally for fear of being hurt (only to create a self-fulfilling prophecy when they leave due to her behavior). Lena is constantly scared of being “betrayed” and manipulated. When she’s hurt by Supergirl asking Lena’s boyfriend to snoop on her, she says it was “something my mother would do.” When she and Kara first became friends, Lena was reluctant to do so because of the trust issues from her family (Lex Luthor is obviously also a manipulative, abusive jerk). Even Rapunzel, the embodiment of sunshine, has lingering trust issues. In the Season Three episode “Beginnings” she explains to Eugene that one of the reasons she likes Cassandra is because Rapunzel spent 18 years with someone who lied to her, whereas Cassandra was forthright and said what she was thinking.
Cassandra’s mother issues are a little more complicated. When she was four, Gothel abandoned her in order to kidnap Rapunzel and Cass was adopted by the captain of the guard. Cassandra has deeply repressed this memory by the time we meet her when she’s 22/23. Then, she’s given a glimpse of what life was like with Gothel:
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Early in the series, Cass talks about how her father instilled in her the value of “earning my keep.” It’s clear here, though, that love as a transactional relationship had been instilled in Cassandra early in life: “And when it (love/affection) came, it came with strings.”
This transactional view of relationships is something shared by all 5 members of our “bad moms” squad on at least some level. Adora constantly feels the need to fix things and be useful to her friends. Catra thinks if she just wins enough or is good enough, maybe Shadow Weaver will finally love her. Lena’s approach to relationships largely revolves around buying things for them and trying to unilaterally solve their problems for them without their input. Rapunzel has to go through an entire episode to learn that you can’t buy friendship through doing nice things, and that she doesn’t have to. Cass ties her self-worth deeply to her usefulness to others. They all struggle to find internal validation at times.
The other way mothers play a part in the downfalls of these relationships is the element of competitiveness. This is an issue with Adora and Catra and Rapunzel and Cassandra. As previously stated, both of these couples share a mother figure. And, in both of these couples, there is a deep resentment on the part of the non-golden haired child toward the other. Shadow Weaver did not hide that Adora was her favorite. She frequently praised Adora while berating and abusing Catra even when both had done equally well. Even when Adora abandoned Shadow Weaver and Catra for the rebellion, SW was more concerned with getting Adora back than appreciating the loyalty and accomplishments of Catra.
Mother Gothel literally gave up Cassandra to take Rapunzel.
Both Catra and Cassandra feel completely overshadowed by the blonde in their lives, and part of them can’t help but think that, if only Adora or Rapunzel were out of the way, or had never existed, maybe they would have been chosen as the favored one.
This, of course, brings us to our next topic:
PART IV: CHOSEN ONES
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I’ve never been a big fan of Ron Weasley. I didn’t read the Harry Potter books until I was in my twenties (yes, compared to many of my readers, I’m old), and I think this lead to me being less charmed by his humor or bullying of Hermione than I otherwise might have been. I found his temper aggravating and he is just...the worst...in the sixth book. Like, he purposely starts dating someone to punish Hermione who had already asked him to Slughorn’s party because Ginny pointed out that Hermione had probably kissed the guy she was dating TWO YEARS AGO. No, seriously, read that book again. That’s what happened. Then the seventh book happens and it turns out Dumbledore KNEW Ron was going to ditch the team at some point...
That being said, as I sat down to write this novel-length meta, I found myself thinking about what it’s like to be the support team for the “chosen one.” In the seventh book, Ron could have stayed at home with his pureblood family. He would still be in some danger due to their involvement with the Order of the Phoenix, but it would have been a lot safer than traveling around with “Undesirable No 1.″ Yet, because he loves Harry, he chooses to go on this mission.
In the three pieces of media we’re discussing, 2/3 have literal chosen ones--characters with specific destinies of supernatural origin: Adora and Rapunzel. Kara also largely fits into the trope as someone sent to earth from afar to “save us.” As I somewhat jokingly said in the first part, all three of these pieces of media feature a blond super-powered person who needs to save the world.
Can you imagine what it would be like to be the best friend or “sister” of the person who’s “burdened with glorious purpose”?
On the one hand, it’s constant fear over that person’s safety and wellbeing. On the other, there’s a bit that can’t help but feel resentful. Imagine having a friend that overshadows every accomplishment you’ve ever had seemingly by virtue of just who they are.
Now, of course we know that it’s no easy road being a chosen one. There’s a lot you have to sacrifice, and it usually involves injury, near death, and a boatload of trauma. And the support teams know this. For some, it’s never an issue. But for others...
In She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Adora, to Catra, always had the presence in her life of a chosen one, even before she got the sword and became She-Ra. Shadow Weaver had sensed something powerful about Adora when she was a baby, and thus treated her as the “Golden Child” to Catra’s “Scapegoat.”
This idea of the “Golden Child (GC)” versus the “Scapegoat (SG)” rolls a bit into this issue with “chosen ones.” In toxic, narcissistic families, parents often hold up one child as the great one while the other is the one to blame for their problems. Think Olga and Helga in Hey Arnold! (Is that reference too dated for some of you guys? Man, I’m old. Also, I remember finally being old enough to realize Helga’s mom was an alcoholic and it blew my mind.) This also usually entails encouraging a level of competitiveness between the siblings.
In some ways, it’s like a “chosen one” is the whole world’s golden child. Anyone who researches this dynamic knows it’s abusive to both the GC and the SG, which is clearly displayed in She-Ra when Adora is stressed by the pressure of expectations and the knowledge that her mistakes will most likely be taken out on Catra. That doesn’t change the fact that Catra resents the positive attention (the adoration if you will) Adora gets--that, no matter what Catra achieves, it will be nothing compared to Adora. This resentment is a big part of what fuels the escalation of their personal conflict leading to one of the saddest pieces of animation since Fry’s dog died sad and alone on Futurama. In the Season 1 episode “Promise.” (This is, by far, the best episode of the series), Catra airs all of her feelings she’d been repressing about what it felt like living in Adora’s shadow--how it made her feel like a “side kick,” something Adora never consciously tried to do and is shocked to discover.
Cassandra on Tangled:The Series has similar feelings about her role in Rapunzel’s life. Not only is her best friend the one with the magic hair and great destiny, but she is also her boss and monarch. Aside from the two songs I included in my last post, “Waiting in the Wings” and “Crossing the Line,” this conflict is best demonstrated early in Season One in the episode “Challenge of the Brave.”
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Cass didn’t suffer abuse in quite the same way Catra did (though Gothel was the worst mom for her first 4 years), but she does feel disrespected and overshadowed by Rapunzel even before learning about Gothel. In “Crossing the Line”--a song many likened to “Let it Go” when they first heard it, Cassandra lays out these feelings further:
There’s a line between the winners and the losers.
There’s a line between the chosen and the rest.
And I’ve done the best I could,
but i’ve always known just where we stood.
Me here with the luckless.
You there with the blessed.
Now, when this song first came out, there were negative reactions from some fans. How could Cassandra call someone who had been kidnapped and locked in a tower with the neglectful and verbally abusive Gothel for 18 years “blessed”? But, from Cassandra’s perspective, Rapunzel still gets everything, power, respect, etc., purely because she was born a princess while Cass has worked incredibly hard her entire life to achieve one goal, becoming a guard, and is constantly denied.
With Lena and Kara in Supergirl, the resentment, again, is mostly between Lena and Supergirl for most of their relationship. Multiple times during the show’s run, Lena has expressed concern about human’s relative helplessness in the face of aliens like Supergirl who have power. This is why Lena sees some of her shadier actions such as making Kryptonite or trying to give humans super powers as justified. She doesn’t go to the extreme levels of hatred that her brother Lex does, but that distrust in those who are naturally more powerful runs throughout the family as does the resentment that aliens have seemingly usurped the leadership role among humanity that should have belonged to the Luthors.
What makes this interesting is that, in most of her relationships, Lena, as a billionaire, is the more privileged and powerful one. This is really best demonstrated in her relationship with James Olsen, whom she orders around as his boss while buying him expensive gifts and going behind his back to fix his legal problems. And for much of their relationship, this is how Lena sees her relationship with Kara. It’s not a manipulative or cruel thing. Lena just sees Kara as her adorkable reporter friend who is hapless in the face of danger.
Then, all of these preconceived notions come crashing down when Lena learns that Kara is Supergirl. Suddenly, she learns that her hapless friend was actually playing her the whole time--that she was stringing Lena along and pretending to be only human.
Lena’s resentment may not be as explicit in this case as Catra’s or Cassandra’s, but it is layered within all of the emotions Lena Luthor is pretending not to have.
This, of course, leads us to our final subject for today.
PART V: “ITTY BITTY BOXES”
I’ve mentioned a few times throughout this novel-length meta the word “repressed.” Catra, Lena, and Cassandra are not good at expressing their emotions in a healthy manner. Much of this can be blamed on the aforementioned mother figures and the trust and intimacy issues that having narcissistic, abusive parents can lead to.
Narcissistic parents often place the burden of maintaining the emotional wellbeing of the family on the children. It is your job as the child to make sure they don’t get upset. It is you who has to keep the cool head and maintain the facade of positivity. Parents like Shadow Weaver, Lillian Luther, and Mother Gothel do not see it as their responsibility to help their children regulate emotion or address it. To them, “negative emotions” are character flaws.
Of course, anyone who’s watched Inside Out knows that emotions aren’t inherently good or bad and feeling, addressing, and understanding them are vital to good mental health.
Too bad Inside Out wasn’t there for Catra, Lena, or Cassandra growing up.
Instead, each of these characters has learned to bottle up and hide emotions like sadness, fear, hurt, and true, deep anger. Lena even outlines her approach to such feelings when helping Brainy, an alien who is basically like an organic computer, solve a problem:
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I was not the only person that was reminded of this gem after that scene:
Putting emotions away in an imaginary box is a real technique for keeping yourself from becoming overwhelmed in a situation where you need to focus. However, “forgetting the box existed” is not the appropriate use of the boxes. They need to be opened, and the feelings addressed.
Catra is interesting, because in some ways she’s very vocal about her frustration and anger. Yet, that surface level frustration manifests in yelling at her friends and subordinates over their job performance or just being a general jerk. It’s not an expression of her true, deep feelings. Catra doesn’t let anyone see the deep levels of hurt she feels when Shadow Weaver manipulates her to join Adora. Instead, she just almost destroys the world...as you do. Season 4 in particular features a Catra who is more mean to her friends than ever before, yet she is still repressing so much of her true feelings to the point of mental and emotional collapse.
Cassandra also struggles to express her feelings, particularly to Rapunzel. Part of it might be because Rapunzel is her princess, and it’s not Cassandra’s place, but it’s also something she struggles with in general:
The above line occurs in an episode where Rapunzel knows Cassandra is mad at her and keeps pushing her to share her feelings. As we can see, Cass is not a big fan of that. Even though they talk at the end of the episode, it’s clear that there are still some hurt feelings on Cassandra’s side that she doesn’t express until she has electric blue hair and is singing a rock ballad about “Crossing the Line.” This is also fascinating because, as previously stated, one of the reasons Rapunzel likes Cassandra is her honesty. But, like with Catra, Cassandra can be honest about surface level annoyances, but intensely represses anything deeper.
All three of these characters let their emotions fester until they become deadly infections that poison their relationships, not just with their best friends, but with everyone. Many of these relationships could have been diverted from their dark paths if there had been more honest and open communication both between the characters and internally. If Lena acknowledged the real reasons why she was hurt when learning Kara was Supergirl, if Catra had been honest about feeling overshadowed and pitied by Adora, if Cassandra had expressed the pain she was feeling in her relationship with Rapunzel, things could have been different. Instead, those feelings have turned toxic.
NEXT TIME IN THE NEVER-ENDING ANALYSIS:
Blond Bulldozers
I Don’t Care (I ship it)
Just going to do 2, because 3 subjects were a bit much.
Hope to see you there.
#she ra#spop#adora#catradora#catra#shadow weaver#supergirl#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#lillian luthor#tangled the series#rapunzel's tangled adventure#rapunzel#tts cassandra#cassunzel
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Idk if you're doing concepts on Lemon Boy but if you are can we please talk about Ethan and y/n losing their v card to each other? I think it's so cute how they're each others firsts 😭
+ “what would lemon boy & y/n’s first time be like? srry if this has already been asked- i absolutely love this series!“ “what would lemon boy and y/n’s first time be like?“, etc.
BANANA BREAD | Part 1½ of the Lemon Boy Series
A/N: hi there!!!! this has been asked so many times but i’ve never worked up the courage to ever ever ever post my smut lol because it’s absolute garbage. really. i’m a little embarrassed about posting this so feel free to ignore lol :/ it’s definitely not up to par with literally everyone else on here’s smut, it’s tragic in comparison IDK HOW Y’ALL DO THIS CONFIDENTLY!! y’all are BAD BITCHES.
summary: lemon boy and y/n’s first time together. it’s as tooth-achingly sweet as you would imagine.
songs: banana bread is fitting, but like lowkey ILYSB (stripped) by LANY
wc: 5.2K+ || warnings: smut and this fucking image holy fuck || masterlist
SERIES | 1: Lemon Boy | 2: 888 | 3: Boys Will Be Bugs | 3½: It’s U
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“Like, right now right now?” Ethan asked with bulged eyes and a gaping space between his lips.
You had sat across from him on your bed, the duvet still tucked neatly underneath your plush pillows, two books scattered beside each of your crouched figures. You’d been enjoying the afterglow of a sun-kissed Fourth of July, sprawled on the comforter, the two of you reading your respective novels and, every so often, dragging a lazy hand over bare legs, through uncombed hair, down tanned backs. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon beyond your window, the walls of your room tinged orange and shadowy. You fidgeted with the sundress you’d worn that afternoon, fisting the material in your damp palms to rid yourself of the moisture collecting in your hands’ crevices and reminding you that you were, in fact, very, very nervous.
Ethan’s eyes darted to the hem of your skirt, wrinkled by your anxiety, and back to your eyes, your lips, and then your eyes once more. You hardly trusted your voice to carry any of the emotions you felt. You felt blissful, the best kind of sleepy, and want. Want, want, want. You’d been gazing at the impressive, built expanse of Ethan’s shoulders, the sculpted edge of his jaw, and the thick muscles of his legs for over an hour, with your eyes only ever flickering back to your book when he felt your dogged gaze. Your heart thundered in your chest each time his shirt rode up, exposing only a hairsbreadth of the bronzed skin and taut flesh of his midriff. Your mouth practically salivated each time his fingers flicked a page before he tucked his forearm beneath his head once more, bicep in full display. He was stunning even when he didn’t know it.
It took a moment to identify what you were feeling. Why you weren’t necessarily feeling your typical rush of affection when his brows knit together. Why you wanted nothing more than to pluck the novel from his hand, toss it elsewhere, and climb atop him, right now. There was nothing exceptional about the circumstances, his appearance, or the mood–it was just you wanting, needing him.
You were no stranger to the ache Ethan Dolan created between your legs, the persistent and demanding dampness that drenched the thin cotton of your panties whenever he did something inviting. It began well before you’d ever dated, at the least acceptable of times. Your belly would swoop with that feeling whenever he would cock a brow, smack at his gum, or dip in close to murmur something with that gravelly voice of his, throaty and deep…
Perhaps it was the fresh, cool, sharp scent of his cologne, how it melted perfectly into his skin and practically wafted from him, bathing you in his fragrance whenever you were tucked under his arm. Or, perhaps that was it–his constant, firm hold on you, his solid stature, the lazy but ever-so-protective arm he slung across your shoulder. Or no, that had to be it; the way the looked careless, the way he glowered and scowled and glared, daring confrontation from anyone who bothered offering you a second glance. Was that it? Or was it the way his frozen facade thawed as soon as he looked at you, an unguarded grin gracing his pillowy, pink lips.
Or was it just Ethan?
You’d been staring at him for four years now–you could list of hundreds, thousands, millions of things that he did that sent you stumbling. Ethan Dolan turned you on and anyone with two eyes knew it.
But why now? Why were you practically drooling, pointedly unfocused on your book, pointedly focused on the way he sat before you, as average as you’d ever seen him? Your hands trembled tirelessly beneath your legs, panic rose in your throat and it was all just… untimely. But truly, it was because it was Ethan sitting before you so expectantly, waiting for a response or even a sign that you were feeling any of the emotions that you were feeling. His chocolate eyes were flitting left to right searching for any clue that he hadn’t imagined you and your unprompted blurt only a minute ago, ’I kind of want to fuck you right now.’
There were better ways to say it–better ways to word it. If you had the control to keep the words in, you would have come up with something alluring, seductive, sensual. But you had no control, none whatsoever; no, you had simply spat out the thought that was reverberating loudly inside your skull.
Because you did. You did kind of want to fuck him right now.
He seemed to appreciate your honesty with the way he practically embodied eagerness. His hand–probably subconsciously–inched towards your bent knee, desperate to reach out and just, touch. Feel. However, nervous jitters were still thrumming through your body and your head still felt heavy and your gut was still twisting. Of course you were nervous. Of course you were nervous.
Because you hadn’t done much with Ethan yet–you’d given him a handjob once a week ago, during a drive-in movie in the shadowy seclusion in the bed of his Jeep’s trunk. It was sloppy and teenagerish and even a little exciting, but it wasn’t anything else. It wasn’t romantic or life-altering or soul-searching–very far from it. Most importantly, it wasn’t vulnerable. Well, not for you at least. In the midst of yet another heated make-out session, your hand had delved beneath the comforter you two had shared and, after an encouraging grown, slipped beneath the elastic of his briefs and did what handjobs do. You hadn’t caught a glimpse of him in the dim moonlight and you kissed away his offer for any sort of reciprocation, too pathetically nervous to enjoy any more firsts that evening. He seemed to enjoy it if the way his choked off breathy sobs and moans in your ear were any indication. But where do you go from there? A blow job? Fingering? Or do you just jump to sex? Was there a rulebook? Did there have to be one?
It’d only been about a month since you two were ‘official’, and neither of you were ones to press the pedal on sex, but…
Well, when you’ve obsessed over Ethan for four years, and really loved him for two, it felt like a fucking lifetime. When you’ve watched his every movement and drooled over it all, it makes it hard to keep your hands off him when he’s right there. Because in all reality, you two have loved each other more than anyone else has in the span of your month. You were miles ahead of couples before you’d ever even began dating. And so far, besides the handjob, all you’ve done is kissed–a lot. Kissing is great, kissing is the fucking best with him–it makes you feel like you’ve drifted high above cloud nine, soft and warm and dizzy and just sweet–but your mind drifts often to what it could lead to. The thoughts had kept you up for nights on end, and though Ethan was more than appreciative of your little favor, he gave you your space and didn’t demand anything. Which was… sweet. And fantastic, and respectful, and everything you should want. Right?
But that’s not all that true. You wanted him to guide you–despite him being just as unfamiliar with all this as you–and take your hand, pull you along the primrose path, and then cuff your wrists in his grip and pin you down. At least, that’s how you’d always imagined it in your head–in your fantasies that focused on two characters much less nervous than yourselves. Fantasies where Ethan was demanding and dominating and maybe even a little degrading…
You nearly shook your head in real time in an effort to rid yourself of the thoughts. You didn’t want to be degraded tonight; you wanted this slow and soft and full of too many those kisses you loved so much. You had all the time in the world to venture into that dark part of your mind.
All the same, you wanted Ethan to pursue this whole grey area a little more. And you’d waited, and waited, and waited until finally you couldn’t wait anymore, and spat it out as stupidly as just had.
“(Y/N)?” Ethan mumbled, swiping his thumb over the bare skin of your thigh.
Finally, you dragged yourself out of your own brain and sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah. Right now, right now,” you whispered with a shaking voice.
A beat of tense silence passed. “I don’t have a condom,” he said as he realized it himself, his eyes expressive of his heartbreak. “I never thought to keep- I didn’t think you’d- I mean, I thought we’d like, talk about it before, but now that it’s right here, I’m an idiot for not bringing a fucking con-”
“I’m on birth control,” you blurted immediately. Luckily, your mom had the foresight to make sure you were on it long before you started dating Ethan.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Cause-”
“Do you not want to?” you mumbled quietly, frowning down at the skirt of your sundress sadly.
He didn’t, did he? It should have struck you as funny from the start that a seventeen-year-old boy was perfectly respectful when it came to sex. If you were turned on by him, you should only imagine he’d be frustrated tenfold. But, quite obviously, he wasn’t. Was it your figure? You were content with your body, but now that it was up for grabs, you eyed the lengths of your naked thighs and frowned harder, recoiling at the thought of his gaze climbing any higher on your legs. You grabbed the hem of your dress and tugged it down lower, shifting and wrapping your arms around yourself in an effort to conceal anything he might be evaluating.
“Do I not want-? (Y/N), are you kidding?” Ethan breathed, running a hand down his face and exhaling throatily. “I want you all the time. Like, literally all the time.”
“All the time?”
“All the time.”
“Then why are you…” you asked, finally courageous enough to look into those expressive eyes of his. His irises were detailed with concern, gentle but growing guarded by the second.
“I don’t want you to regret this… With me. It’s a big deal to some, I imagine it’s a big deal to you,” he sighed. He reached behind him and scrubbed at the nape of his neck.
“Regret it? Why would I-? Oh Ethan, don’t get all self-deprecating on me–I’m trying to fuck you,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes haughtily.
Must he choose now of all times?
With a mischievous smirk, he leaned forward to you. Placing a delicate kiss on the length of your jaw, he peppered his lips on the canvas of your cheek, across the corner of your lips, and finally kissed you languidly. To your shock, he grabbed your calves and yanked you by your legs into his lap, your body falling flat onto the mattress.
He loomed over you and pressed a hand beside your head to hold himself up. “Don’t have to tell me twice, Angel,” he cooed, his lips barely leaving yours. I just want to make sure you want this.“
He placed a hand behind your head and surveyed your expression, grinning at your innocent surprise. You breathed through an agape mouth, your pants filling the air between you and only adding to the tension. Snapping your mouth shut, you gulped and nodded, lifting a hand up to rest over his chest. His heart was drumming quickly, so very fast, and you spared yourself a second for responsibility.
“And you want this too? This is your first time too, Ethan,” you said, dragging your fingers up to graze his bony cheek.
He closed his eyes and relished in your affection, a peaceful smile overtaking his features.
“Yes,” he responded confidently. He reached up and tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips soft against your temple. “Yes.”
He dipped himself to you once more, kissing softly at your lips, so softly you had to coax him into an effort. Still, he made a noise of disapproval and let his mouth stray from yours softly yet, sliding past your cheek and your jaw to the top of your neck where your pulse sat stir crazy. He pressed his lips over it there and felt it throb rapidly, further accelerating when he flicked his tongue over the skin.
“Wanna do this right.” He mumbled against your neck so slow you’d think he was tired if he wasn’t basically thrumming with excitement. “Slow ‘n’ stuff. ’M trying to keep myself under control.”
You were set alive, already nearly gasping with anticipation. His teeth grazed your throat, hot and sharp, and he traveled further down the expanse of your neck, pausing to bite and lick and blow over every other inch. You were buzzing with want at this point; the ache between your legs began to be unbearable, hot and almost painful. You slipped a hand into his locks, pulling only enough to let him know you wanted something else, and felt him tense against you.
“That… feels good,” he spoke gravely, his voice much deeper than last you’d heard him.
“What,” you panted, “this?”
Again you tugged and watched as his face twitched with pleasure, and as you tightened your grip, you smirked at his pinched eyes and parted mouth.
“Let’s get this off you,” he urged with a strained voice, bringing his fingers up to slip off the straps on your shoulders. Still, the fabric clung to your chest and your anxiety bubbled again, your heart racing for a different reason.
“C-can I keep it on a little longer?” you pleaded quietly.
Ethan looked at you, puzzled until it dawned on him that you were so obviously insecure. “(Y/N),” he began in disbelief.
“I don’t-”
“You’re beautiful,” he assured you, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. “You don’t have to worry about what I’ll think.”
“But I am worried about what you’ll think,” you pressed on.
Ethan frowned and shook his head, leaning back on his calves.
“Maybe we could turn the lights off?” you asked, bringing your fingernails to your teeth.
“(Y/N),” Ethan muttered again, almost a bit irritated. “You’re like, my dream girl. If you think your body is going to send me running for the hills, I’m a little offended with how shallow you consider me.”
Your stomach twinged and you squeezed your eyes shut and you nodded to him and yourself. In all your vulnerability, you’d doubted his love, but you’d be foolish to think anything else with how patient he was being, how soft his movements were.
“Okay,” you nodded still, your eyes closed. “Okay.”
“Can I take it off?” he asked again.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Ethan hooked his thumbs in the material beneath your arms and began peeling away the dress, leaving in you in your plain cream bra. This, of course, was not all that nerve-racking; Ethan had seen you in a swimsuit dozens of dozens of times. He raised his eyes to yours to check for security and you nodded again, encouraging him to continue his steady strip.
Once you were left in your bra and panties, you instinctively wrapped your arms around your torso. “Your turn,” you breathed, both eager and desperate for his own exposure.
He smirked at you, dimples popping in his cheeks. “Would you care to do the honors?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily.
You huffed a laugh and rolled your eyes, grateful for the comic relief, and sat up with him. You grabbed the hem of his tee and began sliding it up lazily with one hand, the other slipping its fingertips beneath the fabric and climbing the plane of his torso. His caramel eyes sunk to a deeper chocolate, heavy and fixed with wide pupils. Then, he lifted his arms and you plucked it over his head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom. Immediately, he leaned in close and pressed a hot kiss to your mouth, more forward than he’d been all evening. Your hands fell to the waistband of his grey sweat shorts, more than excited to rid him of the clothing that had been catching your attention all day long. The sun couldn’t even compete with how hot Ethan made you, not even on the fourth of July.
You glanced down at his black boxer briefs and bugged your eyes when you saw the peaked tent on the front of them. On the night you’d given him a handjob, it’d been pitch black and he’d been discreetly stowed beneath the blanket, so the only idea you had of his length was what did and didn’t fit in your hand, which you already assumed was impressive. But as you looked down now, you saw how thick and lengthy he really was, bulging against the thin fabric. Your eyes flickered to his and found him steadily staring back at you, hooded underneath the arch of his raised brow. You could tell he wasn’t nearly as nervous as you now; his cockiness began to settle in at your bashful awe, and he was thriving from his own confidence. So, he pushed you back by your shoulder and hovered over you again, splaying a possessive hand across your stomach and kissing down the top of your chest, lifting when the material of your bra replaced your velvety skin. “Can I take this off?” he asked huskily, his hand already making its way to clasp.
You swallowed once and nodded, far too impatient for your insecurity. He unhooked it and watched it alter back to its original shape before pulling it from you. Newly exposed and highly aroused, your nipples hardened under his gaze and as he stared down at you, he subconsciously groaned, his tongue darting out to wet his already swollen mouth. Diving down, he wrapped his lips around the bud and the moan that left you was sinful. You seemed to be feeding off each other’s cravings because the pace began to speed up. Your voice forced his body against yours and his knee came up to nudge the fire between your legs, eliciting an even louder whimper. His mouth traveled south, less attentive than before and stopped above your belly button, his hand tracing down your waist.
“I want you,” you mumbled in your haze. “Ethan, I really want you.”
You reached between your bodies and rubbed the heel of your palm over his achingly hard cock, a low hiss escaping him.
“Fuck, I want you too,” Ethan said, looking skyward as though searching for some self-control. “I think I have to ease you into this though. And it’s maybe going to hurt a little.”
Though you’d known of this rumor long before you’d ever even considered losing your virginity to Ethan, you tensed at the thought. You’d heard some really brutal stories of girls losing their virginities.
“R-right,” you nodded, swallowing thickly.
“You doing okay?” Ethan asked distractedly. He glanced up at you with eyelids half-mast and a subconscious part to his lips, his own hand coming down over yours and coaxing your movements.
Though your nerves were higher than ever, you nodded and slipped your fingers past the band of his boxer briefs to wrap around him.
“No,” Ethan pleaded with a strangled voice. He pulled at your wrist and embarrassment bloomed in your chest, his disapproval sliding down the back of your neck hot and jarring. After glancing down at your ashamed expression, Ethan’s eyes widened and he laced your fingers together. “No!” he cried again, almost panicked. “No, baby that felt good, really good. I’m just trying to control myself. I want to try and be slow for you if I can help it, and I’m just- I’m a little excited, okay?“ he laughed, blushing himself.
You nodded, relieved and relaxed back into the mattress again. Quickly, Ethan’s hand cupped over your panties, and you jolted under his touch. He forced you down by pressing a firm hand over your hip and raised an eyebrow for assurance.
”’M good,“ you promised. “Feels… shocking.”
“Shocking?” he teased with a grin.
“Like, electricity. Feels good and I don’t know how to handle it,” you mumbled with embarrassment, your cheeks aflame. He was turning you into a torch with all the heat in your core, heat in your cheeks, heat in your restless figure. Swiftly, without hesitation, he stripped you of your underwear and you had only seconds to be insecure before he was gaping down at all of you.
“Wow, I just…” he wheezed, his eyes dragging up and down the length of you. Gulping, he still tried and failed to form a coherent sentence, a mixture between rambling and speechlessness. “I… You’re so… I…”
Though you felt your confidence build and replace the nagging insecurity, you crossed your legs in an effort to hide some of you. Soon enough, he came to once more and his much stronger arms pried them apart. He sensed your stress and quickly slipped a finger between your folds. You jerked under him and arched your back, a moan echoing from you. You thanked the lord above that your family was still at the grill out you two had left because you had a feeling you were going to be quite noisy. Ethan curled his finger against your clit and again you thrashed against him, so foreign to so much pleasure and he’d hardly done anything at all.
“Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong,” he said quietly, his left forearm pinning your hips down and his eyes wandering about your body.
“And what if you’re doing everything right?” you breathed, pushing up against him.
“It sounds like you’ll let me know,” he laughed, bending down to kiss you softly. You had only a few seconds to feel his tongue against yours before he pinched over your clit and had you pulling away in a high whimper.
“Ethan,” you moaned, threading your fingers in his hair and yanking like he wanted you to.
The both of you were moaning messes. “Love hearing you say my name like this…” he breathed and shakily began to say, “I’m going to…”
He didn’t finish his sentence before he began pushing his finger in you. Your back arched high off the comforter, and your jaw dropped open silently.
“Doing okay?” he asked.
“Ethan,” was all you could reply, too focused on the feeling.
He pushed in and out of you, encouraged by your breathy pants before inserting another finger. It didn’t fit quite as nicely, but you soon adjusted and rocked up to meet his hand. He pressed his thumb to the sensitive bud above as he worked away and you whined happily, aroused and expectant.
“(Y/N),” he rasped, “watching you and everything is really- is it okay if I-?”
“Yes,” you complied, nodded furiously, “whatever you’re about to say, yes.”
Ethan removed his hand and you frowned at the emptiness that followed, peeking open your eyes to find him shucking off his boxers. His cock sprung from him, thick and long and flushed red. You eyed it incredulously, and your mind drifted again to the pain that accompanied first times.
“I’ll go real slow,” he promised quietly, falling to kiss the crown of your head. “You let me know if you want to stop, or if you want me to slow down, okay?”
You nodded and pulled him down to kiss his lips urgently. After a moment, he pulled off you and reached down to position himself and press his tip against your entrance.
Immediately, you could tell he would be much different than his fingers, because as he pushed into you, millimeter by millimeter, a sharp and tight pain pinched you down low, in your abdomen, all over. You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut to distract yourself of the pain, but it was overbearing. Tears pinpricked the corners of your eyes and you winced, willing yourself to move your mind away for him, for his enjoyment. However, subconsciously you were wiggling away, scooting up the bed.
“Hey,” Ethan cooed, rubbing a warm hand down your cold shoulder. “Hey, Angel look at me.”
You opened your eyes and stared at the blurry figure above you, your tears threatening to spill.
“You’re okay, it’ll get better. Do you want me to stop?” he asked quickly.
“No,” you blurted although your mind and body pleaded yes. “No, go ahead.”
“Okay, just relax, okay?”
Easier said than done, Ethan, your mind snarked, but you hushed it. He cupped your cheek and kissed you slowly, working his tongue along yours lovingly as he pressed in further. You barely contained your whimpers and whines, marveled at how long he was and how he didn’t seem to end, and just took it until he bottomed out against you. He panted noisily, his breath fanning your face and chest and you could tell he was barely hanging on by a thread.
“So… tight…” he exhaled, his chest rising and falling fast. “You’re doing so good, baby, so good. Fuck, you’re so warm and tight, I- You’re so good, you’re better than I ever thought. Fuck,” he rambled still, mumbling more sweet nothings you were sure, but you were tuning out most of it and focusing strictly on adjusting. “Are you okay?“ you heard from afar.
You nodded and begged, “Move.”
Ethan stalled still for a second more until you impatiently tapped the arm that propped himself on the pillow next to you. He rocked his hips back excruciatingly slow until he pulled halfway out and then shifted in again. The pain was piercing yet, but as he forced himself in and out it gradually lessened. After many apprehensive strokes, Ethan fell into a steady rhythm and the heat that had plagued you from the beginning burned hotter, a pressure building in your abdomen.
Ethan’s mouth fell to yours for the thousandth time, still urgent and sweet and irresistible. You pulled his body flush to yours, and he dragged a hand tantalizingly down the length of your torso, ticklish and the best kind of infuriating. You were victim to him completely at this point; your love was nearly tangible as you felt him pump in and out, thick and long and filling you, becoming one with each other. Sweat was trickling down the side of his face and as you pressed a palm to his chest to feel his rapid heartbeat, you felt his skin was burning hot like a furnace. You stared unashamedly at him, your throat tightening at him in all his glory, his tanned skin and his blissful features and his bitten lip. You could hardly take it all, and you flung your head back against the pillow to close your eyes and get a grip.
“Are- you- close?” Ethan asked, his face screwed up with pleasure.
“I think so,” you replied quietly, your toes curling on either side of him. Ethan was clearly on the brink of his own orgasm. You wrapped your thighs around his own, and suddenly it was deeper and fuller and hotter and better and you understood the obsession that surrounded sex completely. His hands fluttered around helplessly before he brought your mouth to his with one and tugged up your knee with the other, gliding into you even deeper than before. A synchronized moan left your mouths and suddenly you felt the persistent buzz, your toes were curling again and your mouth was falling open and Ethan was insistent in kissing you through it all, and it was all too much at once. You felt it wash over you, hot and throbbing and your mind blanked with it all for a moment, only able to feel and feel and feel. It was only a moment later that you felt Ethan spill into you, warm and it helped carry you through the rest of your high.
Ethan rocked back into you a few more times before he fell atop you with a soft ‘umph!’, too exhausted and buzzed to even kiss you. All he could do was press his lips against your throat and exhale on your skin.
After a short time, Ethan finally pulled himself off of you and slipped out, lying flat beside you. Your shared breathing was noisy and the only sound that filled the room, too blissed out to even conjure up a proper thought.
But after some time, Ethan had half a mind to tug the comforter over your bodies, and the glow of the late sunset made you look even more angelic than he’d ever remembered. He simply couldn’t believe it.
“I’m glad you spoke up,” Ethan chuckled, falling on his back again. “Bout me wanting to fuck you.”
You guys shared a laugh and you slapped his chest playfully before flipping on your side, keenly aware of the sore ache between your legs as you did. “Me too. That was awesome.” Ethan laughed and shook his head, and you grinned up at him and asked, “What?
“All the English words in this world—and you know a lot of them—and you choose, ‘awesome’?” he teased, smiling down at you with one of his good smiles. One of his smiles that were full of teeth and scrunched eyes and pinched cheeks. It took away your breath every god damn time.
After composing yourself, you scoffed. “Two things. One, I just got fucked, so I’m a little less eloquent, alright?” you murmured and watched as his eyes glittered at you referring to yourself being fucked by him. It’s simple, it’s stupid, it’s teenagerish, but it’s still great to see the two of you get so excited over sex. “And two, if you take ‘awesome’ in its literal form—like awe-some—it’s a little more eloquent. More poetic. And it was. I’m in awe.”
“Yeah?” he cooed, laying a hand on your waist over the comforter. He was looking at you with this expression, halfway between teasing and just staring with appreciation. He gave you that look a lot, and it always made you feel a little like gold.
“Yeah,” you cooed right back. You took half a second to give him a loving look before your mind kicked back into its English gear, the one you were supposed to be in before you had sex, in the midst of your reading session. You knew—somewhere in the back of your mind—that you should have stayed in that whole sexy-post-sex-glow-conversation for a while, but you thought about what you had just said. “Yeah,” you repeated more firmly. “People overuse that word, ‘awesome’. If they kept it in its literal form, it’d be such a beautiful word. Like, now it’s been ruined and has this connotation to basic teenager language, but really…”
Ethan didn’t even say anything. Didn’t laugh, didn’t poke fun at the way that you almost instantly dived back into your habitual nerdiness and forgot completely about the life-changing thing you two just experienced moments before. He was too happy to care at all—he feels the best kind of tired, blissful, and so very in love. So he listened and loved every second of it, just as he loved every other second with you.
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Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Other Inspirations
One of the coolest, and most popular, things about fanfic is that you don’t have to stick to canon for inspiration. We can plop our favorite characters into almost any situation using the books, movies, and tv shows we love. Call it an alternate universe, call it a crossover, call it awesome. Our love for Arrow and for Olicity brought us together, but here are some writers who used other sources to give us the best of both worlds!
@allimariexf’s recs:
Gotta Be Compatible - theshipsfirstmate
Magic Mike AU.
Felicity and the girls go to a strip club in Metropolis for Caitlin's bachelorette party.
**Award: Best Lost-Boy Oliver and Playing-It-Safe Felicity (who find themselves in each other!)**
Breaking All The Rules - griever11
Five letters that were never meant to be sent, two ex-friends who soon rediscover their friendship, and one fake relationship that honestly, isn't really fake at all.
Or, you can't really pretend to be dating each other when what you really want is to be really dating each other.
An Olicity AU, loosely based on To All the Boys I've Loved Before.
**Award: The Longest Mutual Pine Award**
Someone Else’s Sky - punchdrunkdoc
Oliver Queen, the Starling City Vigilante, moves out of his family home into a small apartment.
But he has an unexpected roommate.
A 'Just Like Heaven' AU
**Award: Most Brilliant and Beautiful Season 1 “What-If” (also known as: THIS FIC MADE ME CRY REAL TEARS and FEEL ALL THE THINGS)**
Baby Daddy - moreorLessJess
Bartender Oliver Queen was living his twenties to the fullest, he lived with his best friend John Diggle, and his brother in everything but blood, Tommy Merlyn just moved in to their apartment as he started his professional baseball career for the Starling City Rockets. On top of that, his childhood best friend Felicity Smoak, who was no longer goth and instead blonde and beautiful, was back in town and they were hanging out again.
Oliver thought his days were going to be filled with partying, one night stands, and boys weekends while also spending quality time with the girl everyone kept telling him he was in love with.
Until his ex girlfriend dropped a baby on his doorstep who turned out to be his son.
After a lot of thought and Felicity Smoak peptalks, Oliver decides to keep and raise his son with the help of his friends.
Or the Freeform sitcom Baby Daddy AU that no one asked for but I needed to write. Aka Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends and are hopelessly in love with eachother and everyone knows but them, oh and now they're raising a baby.
What could go wrong?
**Award: Fluffiest Childhood Friends Trope**
Absolutely, Probably - theshipsfirstmate
Oliver tells his ten-year-old daughter a story about the loves of his life.
RomCom AU based on the Ryan Reynolds movie "Definitely, Maybe" for the Arrow Summer Movie AU Challenge.
**Award: Most Achingly Beautiful Delayed-Happily-Ever-After**
The time to make up your mind about people (is never) - nashtag
Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak had a whirlwind Vegas romance—and a tornado of a divorce a year later. Two years after that, Oliver is about to marry his old flame, Laurel Lance. But when his father is caught cheating with another executive, he must let two journalists cover his wedding to preserve the family name.
Philadelphia Story/Arrow AU, with a dash of Flash crossover.
**Award: Most Heart-wrenching But Hopeful Second Chance at True Love (with a happy ending, of course)**
@tangled23works’ recs:
The Governess - @laurabelle2930
Felicity Smoak is a 22 year old Governess for the newly orphaned Thea Meryln. Thea's caregiver is the mysterious lord of Thornfield manor Oliver Queen. Based on the amazing novel by Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre" inspired this prompt from @lalawo1
**Award: Best Affectionate Bickering**
Welcome to the Party - @bushlaboo
Die Hard inspired AU – Oliver Queen, an SCPD officer, tries to save his wife, Felicity Smoak, and several others, taken hostage by terrorist Edward Fyers during a Christmas party at Nakatomi Plaza in Los Angeles. [Borrowed some dialogue from the show and the movie; it was too good to pass up.]
**Award: The Olicity/Die Hard AU I Didn’t Know I Needed But Enjoyed Immensely**
Velocity - MachaSWicket
SUMMARY: There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? AKA, the Olicity Speed AU.
**Award: Best ‘If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving’ Moment That Made Me Cry**
Separate Lives - shannyfish
It was luck that Madelyn Smoak and Mackenzie Queen met at summer camp during a fencing match. Neither of them expected to pull off a mask and find a reflection of themselves staring back. But in the days that followed the girls learned that they were sisters– twins, separated by their parents. Madelyn had been raised in London with tech genius and blonde bombshell Felicity Smoak, while Mackenzie grew up with their father, Oliver Queen, the owner of Green Arrow Vineyards. When the girls devise a devious plan to switch parents, neither of them expected that what they’d really be fighting for was putting their family back together again. (Parent Trap AU)
**Award: Most Entertaining Olicity-Have-Kids-Who-Plot-Against-Them Fic**
@msbeccieboo’s recs:
Two Weeks Notice - LucyHatesJosh4Eva
Oliver Queen has a reputation as an insufferable playboy and a habit of hiring very inept, very attractive attorneys to represent his multi-billion dollar family corporation. So when an act of corporate espionage lands Felicity Smoak in his office on the heels of his last hiring debacle, her law degree and tech experience seem like the way to please his shareholders and his unhappy mother. He expects her smart mouth to cause him a huge pain in the ass; however, he doesn’t expect to trust and like her. Over time, Oliver starts to rely on Felicity for everything, and his world comes to a crashing halt when she gives her two weeks notice.
Retelling of the adorable rom com “Two Weeks Notice” starring Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant. I love this movie, and borrow some plot and some dialog with appreciation and joy. Updates on Mondays.
**Award: Most Wonderfully Frustrating ‘Just Tell Each Other How You Feel, Dammit’ Fic**
In Every Star, I See Your Face (Call Me in the Morning) - @jsevick
Felicity's new internship is full of... complications. (Grey’s Anatomy AU)
**Award: Best Olicity Playing Doctor, Literally**
Love Like Battleships - @callistawolf
Six Days Seven Nights AU - Felicity is a driven career woman on a much-needed vacation with her doting boyfriend. Oliver is a charter pilot with a history of running from complications (and his life). They clash from the start, two wrongs rubbing up against each other the wrong way. What happens when a nasty storm causes them to crash on a deserted island, alone, together?
**Award: Most Untraditional Appearance of a Trousersnake in a Fic**
Between Hello and Roses - charmingwords23
Felicity Smoak had no idea what she was getting herself into when she signed on to be the star of the new season of The Bachelorette. With plenty of drama, adventure, heartbreak, and romance, this season promises to be the most shocking and dramatic yet!
**Award: Cheesiest (in the best way) Reality TV Olicity**
Surreal but Nice - angelica
"After all... I'm just a guy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him."
a.k.a.
One Wednesday, Felicity Smoak of Tech Village meets Oliver Queen, the movie star. (Notting Hill AU)
**Award: Most Adorable Bumbling Felicity**
@memcjo’s recs:
Are These Your Glasses? - IIIIRENE
When Queens Consolidated throws a masked ball for New Year's Eve, Oliver and Felicity meet for the first time. They dance all night long until Felicity mysteriously flees from the venue dropping her glasses in the process. Unfortunately Oliver never got the name of the gorgeous blonde in the emerald dress, but he has her glasses and he will stop at nothing to find her so that they can continue where they left off.
Olicity AU inspired by Cinderella
**Award: Best Olicity Fairy Tale**
How to Save a Life - witchy2008
DWTS!AU. Oliver Queen has been pushed into competing to improve his image and subsequently the QC stock prices. His professional partner, Felicity Smoak, is working on coaxing him into putting some of his ghosts to rest.
This week, Team Olicity presents Oliver's most memorable year with a contemporary dance dedicated to Shado.
**Award: Best Sexy Olicity Dancing SO Sexy**
seemingly impossible (but not untrue) - @alexiablackbriar13
Genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries.
Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her heritage and unruly, powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring.
With a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her.
Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness.
(No knowledge of ADOW or background is needed for you to read this fic!)
**Award: Best Felicity and Oliver Being Drawn Together Against the Odds**
Move - @bushlaboo
Push inspired AU. When people with psychic abilities are discovered governments around the world setup agencies to handle and secretly experiment on these enhanced individuals, one such agency is ARGUS. They're testing a powers boosting drug, Mirakuru, which will allow them to build the most powerful psychic army in the world. The only thing standing in their way is the vision of world’s most powerful Watcher who set in place the means to allow her daughter to foil their plan over a decade ago.
**Award: Best BAMF Felicity Smoak**
@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:
How To Train Your Vigilante - @alexiablackbriar13
In a world where dragons exist and roam the earth, Felicity Smoak considers herself to be a normal if not slightly nerdy IT girl, with complicated family issues, a fascination with the winged predators and a slight ‘saving people’ complex. Her entire world changes when she meets Oliver, the infamous deadly Night Fury - and a genetic experiment - who flies around Starling City taking down criminals.
Their partnership will be one that rocks the world.
(How To Train Your Dragon AU)
**Award: The ‘Oliver as Toothless is Brilliant and Spot-on’ Award**
The Big Catch - @nodecaff4me
The lives of Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak could not be more different.
He was an infamous billionaire playboy and heir to a fortune 500 company who did everything he could to reform himself into everything his family wanted him to be. She was a struggling single mother of two girls, doing her best she could do get her family through after her whole life in Boston had fallen apart in the aftermath of her ex-husband’s criminal mischiefs.
Both their worlds collide after his yacht’s Wifi-network collapses somewhere along the Oregon coast and he is forced to harbor in a small sleepy town called Elk Cove and hire an IT specialist to fix it only to refuse to pay her for her work in the end.
All bets are off when she learns that he was laying in the county hospital with amnesia after an accident and she could finally get her revenge...
An #Olicity Overboard AU (WIP)
**Award: The ‘I’ve Never Seen This Movie but This Fic is Everything I Need’ Award**
Stones of Time - arrow_through_my_writers_block
AU. Felicity Smoak is halfway across the world on a mission to recover the rumored mystical waters known as the Lazarus Pit. But when fate tosses her back in time and into the company of rogue League of Assassins members, she's caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse... soon falling for the mysterious Al-Sah-him, otherwise known as Oliver Queen. Will she find a way back to her time, or will love and adventure keep her in the past to possibly change the future? *inspired by Outlander
**Award: The ‘Perfect Fic for Your (my) Arrow and Outlander Obsessions’ Award and a Bonus ‘Fangirl Swoon’ Award for Al-Sah-him**
Fate, Luck, and Tequila - Emilyymay_x
The Olicity AU based on the film 'Just My Luck'
Oliver is a billionaire playboy with all the luck in the world.
Felicity Smoak is an excellent IT assistant at Queen Consolidated, with the most rotten luck ever.
When they meet at a masquerade party, they have no idea how much the tables will turn.
**Award: The ‘Better Than the Movie’ Award**
Werewolves and Vigilantes - Emilyymay_x
When Felicity finds out who her father is, and finds out he lives in Beacon Hills with his son, Felicity has to go and meet them. Little does she expect the crazy in Starling to be ten times worse in Beacon Hills... a whole new level in fact… (Teen Wolf inspired)
**Award: The ‘Best Combination of TV Shows Crossover’ Award**
Let us always find each other (in every world, in every story) - imgoingtocrash
Instead of asking Felicity to work on the ATOM Exosuit, Ray brings Felicity on to help him create a device that allows the user to theoretically travel to parallel universes. When Ray turns the theoretical into reality by stealing one of the prototypes and attempting to find his dead wife at the cost of ruining other universes, Felicity follows him. What begins as an attempt to stop her boss from going places he doesn’t belong turns into a realization that some people will always find a way to be together, no matter what.
A Thousand Pieces of You inspired AU, but no book knowledge is required.
**Award: My New Favorite ‘Exploring Other Universes Fic’ Award**
@blondeeoneexox’s recs:
Kerosene and Desire - @smoaking-greenarrow
An Olicity Notebook AU with a darker twist.
**Award: Most Intense, Sweet, Topsy-Turvy, Beautiful Notebook AU (With the Best Cliffhanger!)**
Home is Where the Heart is - CSM
AU. This fic is loosely based on the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Puppy love is for fairytales and storybooks, they don't exist in the real world and all Oliver wants is for her to sign on the dotted line, a clear cut divorce. But being married to the most stubborn woman in the world and their equally opinionated mothers, Oliver knows this trip back home is going to be anything but easy.
**Award: Most Sass-Filled, Funny, Romantic Olicity AU**
Where You Lead (I Will Follow) - @jsevick
Oliver Queen’s careful routine at the diner he owns is disrupted by Stars Hollow’s newest residents, a single mom and her young daughter searching for a new life--and his own simple life will never be the same. (Gilmore Girls AU)
**Award: The Slowest of Slow Burns That I Wish We Could Have More Of!**
The Sound of an Arrow - thecomebackkids99
Five years ago, Oliver Queen lost his wife in a car accident.
Twenty years ago, Felicity Smoak's father kissed her on the forehead and disappeared from her life.
Now, she is the nanny for the six adorable Queen children, fighting to restore love in the mansion and trying to deal with the difficult-to-get-along-with Oliver, all the while as she continues to stumble upon evidence that could drag the Queen family further into darkness. (The Sound Of Music AU)
**Award: Most Emotional Rollercoaster**
Felicity the Virgin - javajunkie
When Felicity is accidentally artificially inseminated with hotel mogul Oliver Queen's sperm, her life changes in more ways than she could have ever imagined. Jane The Virgin - OLICITY STYLE AU
**Award: Most Beautiful Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers to Family Fic**
#Arrow#Olicity#olicity tropetastic awards#Other Inspirations trope#rec list#olicity fanfiction#olicity fic#Oliver Queen#Felicity Smoak
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