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gojonanami · 3 months

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❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! ❞

❝ HONESTLY, I CAN'T BELIEVE I GET TO CALL YOU MINE !! ❞

✧ pairing: professor! suguru geto x reader

✧ summary: it's your first valentine's day as a couple with suguru, but he's away for a conference in another city -- and you understand you do, but you can't help but miss him -- so what happens when he ends up surprising you?

✧ warnings: so fluffy!!, suggestive, mentions of nsfw, implications of smut, reader has graduated from her program, set after the events of the main series (including every part), these two idiots are so in love its ridiculous, lingerie mention, wearing his glasses and button down

✧ wc: 1,206

“I’m sorry I have to be away,” you smile at Suguru through the screen, knowing that you’d kiss his furrowed brow away if he was here, before finding his lips with yours. “This conference was last minute, I wish I didn’t have to go, but Yaga left me little choice but to go,”

You shake your head, “We can celebrate when you come back, it’s not a big deal anyway. Just means you have more to make up for on White Day,” you tease, and he laughs, a smile on his lips for the first time the entire call, “don’t worry ok? I’m really not upset,”

“I know, it’s just our first Valentines together and I know you had planned something for us. I really wanted it to be special,” his lips purse, arms crossed as he looks almost utterly hopeless (far too cute) and you can’t help but chuckle, “what?”

“Never thought my hardass professor could be such a romantic,” you smirk, as his cheeks are tinted with a lovely red, “should I be giving you a poor grade for your tardiness?”

He rolls his eyes, as his lips curl again in a smile that can’t seem to escape your presence, “Well, while I’ll definitely be making it up with some extra credit, I’d appreciate my favorite student to cut me a little slack,”

“I recall you cutting me very little slack that first day,”

“On the contrary, I think I was very kind, especially considering you were late to the very first class—“

“And what is this weekend?” You say in mock thought, “our first Valentine’s Day?” He huffs, and you smile in victory, “is this the first headache I’ve given you?”

“Today? Yes,” and you gape at him, and it’s his turn to smirk, “I love you,”

And your gaze grows soft, “I love you too, call me after the conference is done for today?”

“You know I will,” and you both share your goodbyes and you’re left by yourself, as you lay back on your bed, a pout on your lips. Suguru had offered to let you stay at his place, but you know it would have only made you miss him more — being surrounded by his things, his scent, his clothes. You sighed as you buried your face in your pillow, glancing at the picture the two of you had taken in Kyoto at one of the local shrines, almost taunting you.

He’d be back soon enough — right?

Sorry I haven’t been able to call again. It’s been a lot of late nights — too many networking dinners. I’ll call you tonight.

It has been two nights now, and it was Valentine’s Day tomorrow. You had barely gotten a minute to speak to Suguru since your call with him on Friday. You sighed, sending him a picture of you in his button up you stole, along with his spare glasses he had left at your place, can we have a networking meeting? I’ll send an invite to your calendar.

I’ll clear my schedule. You smile.

Another message, as soon as I get back.

You pout, you expected as much — you shouldn’t have dated such an indemand academic. The horrors of academia.

You laid back, forearm over your forehead as you stare back at your blank ceiling. It was fine, you really understood that he was busy, but you just — turning on your side to stare at his smiling face in the framed image on your bedside table before your eyes flutter shut — missed him.

You stir awake to lips pressed at your neck, soft kisses that draw you from the heavy arms of sleep, as your eyes flutter open to see Suguru, at your side.

“Sugu?” And his fingers trace your jaw, as your brow furrows in confusion, “but isn’t it—“

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind him — an arrangement of your favorites, as you blink, brain seemingly struggling to keep up, “you okay?”

Your fingers find his cheek, “is this a dream?” And he chuckles, as he leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, before his fingers lightly pinch your cheek. And you’re sitting up only to jump into his arms, a gasp on his lips, as he chuckles, arms curling around you, raking his fingers through your hair. The bouquet lays forgotten on the side because truly the best gift was in your arms.

“I missed you too,” he chuckles, as you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his scent, as if he’d disappear any second.

You lean back to look up at him, “What are you doing back early?”

“Made a deal with Yaga that I’d go to all the networking events he wanted, if he let me leave last night,” he kisses your forehead, “surprised?”

“I am, the best surprise,” you find his lips in another kiss, “I was fine with you being busy, but I just missed you so much. It reminded me of all the time we had to spend apart — and I just know I can’t spend another minute without you,” you bite your lip, “I was going to wait until the end of the night, but,” you bite your lip, “I know we discussed moving in before — and I think I’m ready to,”

He blinks, before a smile breaks out on his lips, “Are you sure?” And you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, lips sliding against his, as your hands slide back to cup his cheeks.

You part, barely a breath apart, as you press your forehead against his, “Never been more sure of anything in my life — it’s definitely owed to us now, don’t you think?”

He snorts, his eyes shining, as he presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, “Should we start looking for a place now?” And you grin, as you climb into his lap, a tilt of your head.

“Don’t you want your Valentine’s Day gift?” You ghost kisses along his jawline, drawing a gasp from his lips, your hands guiding his own under his shirt you had stolen, “I had worn it last night just to try it on, but now,” you undo a few buttons of his shirt, a hint of red lace peeking through the undone collar.

His clothed cock twitches through his slacks, as his fingers pull yours away, to undo the last remaining buttons to show a red and pink lingerie set — red lace hugged the outline of body with red hearts dotting along the design, sheer blush fabric left barely anything of your breasts and cunt to the imagination — not that he needed to imagine — he had practically memorized every curve and corner of your body.

“Well?” And his fingers pull his shirt off of your body, as he’s gotten you pinned to the bed, as you giggle, lips parted, “I also baked you some sweet treats, baby,”

His lips curl, as he leans down to meet your lips, as his breath warms your lips and his words warm your heart, “There’s only one sweet thing I want, right now.”

The two of you never did get around to looking for a place together — not until the next day.

✧ a/n: this was supposed to come out earlier, but i fell asleep because i slept badly last night and ended up reading a manhwa when i got tired of trying to sleep. wrote this fic listening to laufey's valentine :) i also didn't tag everyone since this was kind of a last minute thing - sorry guys <;3

✧ taglist: @spider-fan72, @grunge-mo0n, @ameri-blog, @kentocalls, @peachyminx, @forest-fruits-jam, @hanxyy, @flyingtranscatofeffed, @sunflowmaryam, @regrettinglifechoices, @sugurus-fave-monkey, @atomicbxtch, @shinylightsalad

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mapiforpresident · 2 months

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Claudia Pina Angst pls! (Or literally anything Claudia Pina! ❤️🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

How Could You Do This Part 1

Claudia Pina x reader

warnings: angst

Summary: You find out your girlfriend is cheating on you

Not proof read so let me know if you see any mistakes.

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You were scrolling through TikTok on your girlfriend's phone, patiently waiting for her to finish her Cupra interview. Since your phone had died, Claudia had kindly lent you hers to stave off boredom during the wait.

Halfway through watching a hilarious dog video, a text from Patri popped up, catching your attention before you could swipe it away. It read, "just tell her before she finds out." Confusion washed over you as you tried to decipher whom or what Patri was referring to. Another text appeared, stating, "Y/n will be so mad once she finds out. Hopefully she doesn't break up with you. At the very least, you might be sleeping on your new couch for a week."

What could Patri possibly be talking about? It seemed clear that Claudia was keeping something from you, something she knew she shouldn't. Your mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that Claudia was cheating on you. You and your girlfriend had always prided yourselves on honesty, promising never to keep secrets from each other. Thus, you couldn't fathom what else she could be hiding.

Though hesitant, you couldn't resist the urge to snoop. Clicking on Patri's message, you hoped to uncover the mystery. Initially, the conversation consisted of random memes and funny videos they'd exchanged, but you stumbled upon a series of texts from two days ago that piqued your interest.

Patri: Did you meet up with the girl today?

Pina: Yeah, she was awesome. I can't wait to see her again.

Patri: That's great! I'm glad you found someone better.

Pina: Yeah, me too. Y/n is going to murder me when she finds out though. I need to tell her soon.

Patri: Take her to a nice dinner and then try to break the news.

Pina: I might. I keep trying, but every time I go to mention it, I chicken out. I don't want her to be upset.

Recalling the fancy dinner Claudia had taken you out to the previous night, her nervous demeanor suddenly made sense. You had assumed it was related to her upcoming interview, as she never enjoyed media engagements. It was unfathomable to think that she had started seeing someone else, especially with Patri's encouragement. A whirlwind of thoughts flooded your mind. Your girlfriend of over three years was cheating on you. Feeling overwhelmed, you dropped the phone onto the chair and rushed out of the room. Claudia remained engrossed in her interview, oblivious to your sudden departure.

You raced down the training ground hallway until you found a bathroom, locking yourself in the first stall, overcome by sobs. How could Claudia betray your trust like this? You believed you had the perfect relationship, and just that morning, she had seemed so deeply in love with you. She had made you breakfast and cuddled with you on the couch until the last possible moment before you had to leave. She had always been affectionate, constantly holding and kissing you. You were at a loss, unable to comprehend what you had done wrong.

"Y/n, is that you in there? What's wrong? What happened? Do you want me to get Claudia?" It was Alexia's voice. You hadn't heard her enter the bathroom.

"No, no, don't get Claudia," you called out desperately.

"Why? What happened? Did she do something? Let me in." Alexia was very confused at this point because whenever you were sad or hurt or upset, you immediately asked for Claudia, and Claudia always immediately came to your side no matter what she was doing.

You silently unlocked the door as Alexia squatted down in front of you. When she saw your tear-stained face but no visible injury, she decided to try and help you up, knowing you were physically fine. "Oh, bebita, what happened?"

Alexia now had you standing and hugged you tightly as she tried to get you to calm down enough to explain what had made you so upset.

"Clau... Clau..."

"It's okay, it will be okay. Take some deep breaths for me." You did as Alexia told you, trying to take a few deep breaths as your sobs turned into sniffles.

"Clau... she cheated... she told Patri... that she... found a better girl... she said she met up with her," you choked out as Alexia started to look furious. She loved Claudia, but if this was true, then she wouldn't hesitate to confront her.

"Did she tell you this? Did Patri?"

"No... I saw their text messages... I was just TikToking while she had her interview."

"God, I am going to kill them both. You are coming to stay at my place tonight. I will text Olga to make up the spare room. I am going to have a talk with Claudia tomorrow and then Patri. I will bring Mapi too." Alexia was basically talking to herself at this point as she led you to the locker room to quickly grab her things.

Just as she was about to lead you towards the door to leave, Claudia burst through.

"There you are, amor, what happened? I couldn't find you anywhere. Are you ready..."

"Get out," Alexia said in her loud, stern voice.

"What... what happened? Is y/n okay..."

"Get out now," Alexia said again. "Don't ever come near y/n again, I swear, Claudia."

Neither you nor Claudia had ever seen your captain look so angry and so disappointed. Claudia was stunned; she had no idea how to react. She turned and ran out the door, not knowing where she was going. What did she do wrong? She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but you had clearly been crying, and Alexia looked furious, so she must have done something.

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Claudia ran out onto the pitch and grabbed a bag of balls laying off to the side. Everyone had already left, but she didn't want to leave until she figured out what she did wrong.

She took penalty after penalty until her leg could barely kick the ball into the net. She finally decided to go to her best friend for help, maybe Patri could help her figure out what she had done wrong.

It was well past the sun going down as she pulled into the parking lot of Patri's apartment complex. Patri was shocked at hearing the knock and opening the door to reveal the most sad she thinks she had ever seen Claudia.

"Hey Claudia, what happened, aren't you supposed to be at the movies with y/n tonight. She's been waiting for it to come out for months." Patri said as she moved to let Claudia into her apartment, but before Claudia could fully enter she broke down.

"I messed up, I don't know what I did. We were fine this morning, but after I got done with my interview she was gone and... and... and... then I went to go find her and she was crying in Alexia's arms. Alexia told me to get out. I have never seen her that angry before and y/n wouldn't even look at me. I don't know what I did wrong. I don't know what to do. Y/n and Alexia won't answer my calls or texts and..." Claudia ranted so fast that Patri could barely keep up.

"Hey, hey, hey slow down, everything will be ok. You and y/n love each other ok. recount your steps, there is nothing that you could have done to upset her?" Patri asked as they sat down on the couch, Claudia with her head in her hands.

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Thirty minutes later Claudia stood nervously outside of Alexia's door with flowers and your favorite chocolate. She wanted to come talk to you knowing that you were most likely here. She wanted to figure out what she did wrong and how she could make it up to you.

Alexia opened the door thinking it was the food she ordered for takeout. "Hello thank ... oh Claudia." Alexia's voice immediately changed from nice and friendly to annoyance and verging on rude.

"Please leave you are not welcome her. Y/n does not want to hear from you or see you again outside of practice."

"But... but what did I do. I didn't do anything wrong. I love her please Alexia just let me talk to her," Claudia begging while trying to remain calm and not let her tears fall in front of her captain.

"Go. Now. Before I call the cops." Alexia slammed the door in the face of the girl she once thought of as a little sister. Claudia didn't know what to do so she just called Patri as she got back in her car.

"I lost her. I lost her," Pina says as she sobs on the phone.

#woso #woso x reader #fcb femení #fcb femení x reader #fc barcelona femeni #claudia pina x reader #claudia pina imagine #claudia pina #woso imagine #woso fanfics #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

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cinnamostar · 3 months

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four dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five (coming soon).

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability

a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!

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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.

You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”

You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”

“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”

“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”

“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”

He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”

“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”

He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”

“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”

“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”

“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”

“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”

You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”

“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”

“I’ll believe you just this once!”

“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”

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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.

Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.

A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.

You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.

“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.

“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”

Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”

“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”

“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.

You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”

He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.

“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.”

“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”

“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.

Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case.

The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both.

“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face.

“It does, right? Let’s eat!”

Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”

“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”

He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself.

“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.

He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”

His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”

It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”

The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.

“Really, I mean it.”

“I missed it too.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”

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── THE GLASS PRINCESS // THREE

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: You have your first day at the Royal Fire Academy, where you meet the other girls, including Kaho.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: zuko in his letters (sage, wise, cool and collected) vs zuko irl (SOO fucking awkward)

To His Royal Highness The Prince Zuko,

I apologize for my earlier language. In truth, it feels strange for me to speak to you as if you were my friend. I think that it is because you are my benefactor, and a prince besides, so there is a need for formal and proper conduct. We have that kind of relationship, if you can see it from my perspective.

Your offer of help is greatly appreciated, though I am not quite sure what I have done to deserve it. I shall try to solve my troubles on my own, when I can, but if it should come to it, I will try to remember that I have the prince of the Fire Nation on my side. I wonder how many girls at the academy can claim that, indeed!

Anyways, my roommate is nice. Her name is Jia-Li, and she is self-reportedly average, but all told, we get along well enough. I wish I could say the same for the rest of my classmates — barring, naturally, Ty Lee — but I am afraid to report that we already do not get along. There is this one girl, Kaho, who has a specific grudge against me, despite my attempts at avoiding that outcome…but I should not bore you with the details. Suffice to say that not everyone is as kind as Jia-Li and Ty Lee and Mai and you have been. It is as Jia-Li said, though: two true friends are better than ten false ones. It does not upset me (though it might if I am challenged to an Agni Kai!)

Thank you for feeding Bian. She did seem pleased when she returned to the aviary at the academy. I also gave her a treat. By the way, the falconer said she was supposed to be yours. Is that true? If it is, then I do not think that I deserve such a creature, though of course I thank you for giving her to me anyways. She is very beautiful and possesses a gentle heart, which is a solace in the more trying times.

Ever Your Highness’s humble and obedient servant Sincerely, Ursa

P.S. I am sorry to say that I still do not recall anything about my past. I shall keep you updated if that changes.

You were up before Jia-Li, nervous energy thrumming through you in anticipation for the first day of classes. Ty Lee had stayed late into the night, and then you had spent the candle Jia-Li had lit for you writing to Prince Zuko, so you hadn’t had any time to read or prepare for lessons.

“Ugh,” Jia-Li groaned when you threw open the curtains, the rising sunlight filtering into the room, a beam landing directly on her face, which she promptly covered with a pillow. “What are you doing?”

“You’re a Firebender, aren’t you? Don’t you all rise with the sun anyways?” you said.

“I don’t know who told you that, but they were full of bullshit,” Jia-Li said. “I rise after I’ve had a full night’s rest, which I have not yet.”

“Breakfast is soon,” you said, pulling on your shoes. “You’ll miss it if you don’t get ready now, and then you’ll have to go to class on an empty stomach. I’m sure that doesn’t sound appealing.”

“On second thoughts, I miss not having a roommate,” Jia-Li said, though she did toss aside her pillow and roll out of the bed, thudding to the ground and shoving her feet in a pair of fluffy slippers. Her hair stuck up every which way, and there were bags under her half-lidded eyes as she trudged past you to her vanity table. “You can go ahead and meet Ty Lee in the dining hall now, if you want. I’ll come down later.”

“Do you think she’ll be there already?” you said.

“Yeah,” Jia-Li said. “That girl is the epitome of a morning person. She’s probably been anxiously waiting for you for a while now.”

“Then I shouldn’t keep her waiting any longer,” you said. “See you in class, Jia-Li.”

“See you, Ursa,” she said.

As Jia-Li had predicted, Ty Lee was waiting outside of the door to the dining hall, where all of the girls who boarded at the academy had their meals. She was playing with her fingers nervously, but when she saw you, she bloomed with joy, dancing over to stand beside you.

“Good morning! Are you ready for our first day?” she trilled.

“Not at all,” you said. “I didn’t have any time to read yesterday. I don’t know anything. If the teacher calls on me, I’ll be lost.”

“It’ll be fine,” Ty Lee said, putting a piece of bread on her plate and spreading something on its fluffy surface. “We’re new, so we’ll probably get away with sitting in the back and doing the bare minimum.”

“Let’s hope so,” you said, copying her, trusting her to know what was and wasn’t good to eat at the school. She flounced to the end of the table, and you followed her, sitting across from her so that you two could talk.

“Ty Lee!” a girl said. “Come sit with us!”

“No, sit with us!” another said.

“We asked first!” the first girl said.

“So? She obviously likes us more, we’re way hotter!” the second argued. They began to squabble as you gave Ty Lee a bewildered look.

“What is going on?” you said.

“Besides Kaho, almost everyone at the school liked me…” she said awkwardly. “I guess you could say I was popular! Everyone’s happy I’m back.”

“Looks like it,” you said, baffled at just how many people were trying to claim the spot at Ty Lee’s side. Thankfully, none of them tried to take your space, though you got your own share of dirty glares, which you could only cock your head at in confusion.

“Guys, go away. I’m trying to hang out with my friend from the palace, Ursa,” Ty Lee said.

“What was she there, a servant?” one of the girls said. You glanced down at your clothes, which were the same uniform as everyone else, and then you swallowed. Unlike the other girls, with their expensive hair ribbons and jewelry, you didn’t have anything to your name that marked you as a daughter of nobility — because you weren’t one. It was a safe assumption for the girl to make, and it was even one you’d made about yourself in the past, so why did it hurt your feelings that she had said such a thing?

“Hey!” Ty Lee said. “She’s a friend of the prince — I mean, the princess! Yeah, that’s right, she’s Azula’s friend!”

Immediately, the girls scrambled away from you, and the one who had called you a servant paled. Dropping to her knees before Ty Lee, she bowed her head.

“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect to a friend of Princess Azula’s!” she said.

“Apologize to Ursa,” Ty Lee said, chipper again now that she had found some kind of justice for you.

“It’s fine, Ty Lee. I can see why she thought that, so I’m not upset,” you said. The girl took the opportunity to leap to her feet and race to the other side of the table, the others following suit at the reminder of the princess.

“Those girls are all jerks,” Ty Lee said once you were alone again. “I’m sorry she was talking about you like that.”

“It’s not something you should say sorry for,” you said. “You didn’t do it. Anyways, I was expecting it; Jia-Li told me that the girls aren’t that nice, so it’s not a surprise. The real question is why you claimed my association to be with the princess instead of the prince.”

“Oh, that’s an easy one to answer,” she said. “They all remember Azula from when she attended, so she’s a more concrete threat in their minds. Only a few of them have met Zuko, and he’s been banished for a while, so his name doesn’t carry as much weight. Besides, if you’re associated with one member of the royal family, you’re associated with all of them, so I wasn’t technically wrong.”

“Alright,” you said, forcing yourself to chew on your food, even though it felt heavy and leaden in your mouth. It wasn’t a question of taste; somewhere, in the back of your mind, you could tell that you would ordinarily like eating this. It was your nerves which were ruining the experience, which made your tongue stiff and your jaw tight. You knew, though, that you needed food in order to have energy for the day, so you made yourself eat it despite your misgivings, despite the mental labor that even the mere act of swallowing took.

The classroom was small, which made sense, considering there were only a few girls in your year. What didn’t make sense was that the two desks in the very front were left open, though you had an inkling that one specific person had something to do with it.

“Ty Lee. Ursa,” a girl said. Her hair was pin straight and dark, half of it tied up with a white-and-gold ribbon, the rest falling around her shoulders, her midnight eyes reflecting the torches hanging around the classroom. “We saved you two seats.”

“Kaho,” Ty Lee said through gritted teeth. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I know,” Kaho said. “You can say I did it out of the goodness of my own heart.”

“Like I said,” Ty Lee said. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Thank you,” you said softly, not wanting to get into an argument with the very girl Jia-Li had warned you about last night.

“See,” Kaho said. “At least one of you has proper manners. Though, to be honest, I would’ve expected the daughter of a nobleman to be raised better than the girl that the prince found in the trash.”

“She wasn’t found in the trash!” Ty Lee said.

“Wasn’t she?” Kaho said.

“You can let it be, Ty Lee. It’s fine,” you said. “Let’s just sit down before the Etiquette Mistress gets here.”

Your first class was on the proper etiquette to have in polite society. Considering the many subtleties of etiquette, this was something you were nervous for, as you had no idea how to behave in polite society, or what any of that meant in the first place. It seemed that the others expected as much, for there was a multitude of snickers as you sat in the very front and waited for the Etiquette Mistress to arrive.

“Wonderful, everyone is on time!” the Etiquette Mistress said as she walked in exactly at the second class had to start. She was a neatly dressed and perfectly put together woman, with not even an eyelash out of place. “Let’s begin promptly with a review from our last class. Who can tell me what the three pillars of etiquette are?” She scanned the room, but only one girl had her hand raised. “Kaho?”

“Respect, consideration, and punctuality,” Kaho said, smirking as she folded her hands in her lap. The Etiquette Mistress did not frown, but the corners of her mouth threatened to tug downwards, and before you could think about it, you were raising your own hand.

“Ursa?” the Etiquette Mistress said. “Do you have something else to add?”

“It’s a common misconception that punctuality is a pillar of etiquette. However, in truth, it is not a pillar unto itself but rather a natural development and extension of the pillars of respect and consideration,” you said, though you had no idea where the words were coming from, only that some long-dormant knowledge of yours was bubbling to the surface. “The third pillar is actually honesty, madam, though of course honesty does not imply brutality but tact, benevolence, and integrity.”

Everyone in the room was silent. You could feel Kaho’s eyes boring holes into your back, but you stared steadily ahead, waiting for the Etiquette Mistress to react.

She smiled slightly. “That is correct. I also appreciate that you addressed me with a title; it demonstrates an elegant sort of etiquette that a lady must be born with or else have studied in depth from a young age.”

“Thank you, madam,” you said. The Etiquette Mistress nodded before turning to the board so that she could continue to teach you a lesson on which utensils to use for which meal.

This, too, you excelled in. You were the only student who knew when to use each utensil, even during the trick questions that the Etiquette Mistress threw out to trip you up. With every subsequent test passed, you felt your approval in the eyes of the Etiquette Mistress rising, though it was rapidly falling amongst your classmates, especially Kaho, who must’ve once been the star of the class.

“I thought you said you didn’t have time to study!” Ty Lee hissed once the Etiquette Mistress had left and you all were given a five minute break before the History Mistress arrived.

“I didn’t,” you said.

“Huh? Then how’d you manage to answer her questions so perfectly?” she said.

“I’m not sure. I just knew it already, somehow,” you said.

“Looks like Prince Zuko has a keen eye,” Kaho said from behind you. “To find the diamond amongst the sludge.”

For some reason, even though she was calling you a diamond, it didn’t feel like much of a compliment. Ty Lee seemed to agree, her kind, open face closing into a dark scowl.

“Kaho, you should just shut up,” she said.

“Is that a challenge?” Kaho said.

“It could be, but don’t forget that I’m one of Azula’s most trusted comrades. Is that a fight you think you could win?” Ty Lee said. Kaho seemed furious, but she had no argument, not when Ty Lee was objectively correct.

“The History Mistress will be here soon,” Jia-Li interjected, trying to break the tension. “Let’s forget about all of this and move on.”

“Sozin’s beard, Jia-Li, nobody cares about history,” Kaho said, rolling her eyes. “Just sit in the back and keep quiet like usual.”

Jia-Li stuck her tongue out at Kaho when the other turned away, but you noticed she did not stand up for herself. Ty Lee was the only one who was brave enough to say anything, and even then, you wondered how much of it was false bravado and how much of it was genuine self-confidence.

“Good morning, class,” the History Mistress said.

“Good morning, History Mistress,” you all chorused in unison.

“Today, we will be learning about an event that occurred relatively recently, but will definitely be written down in the history books in the years to come: Prince Zuko’s defeat of Ba Sing Se,” she said.

Ba Sing Se — it was where the prince had found you. You knew that the city had, at some point, fallen to the Fire Nation, but you didn’t know what had happened or how it had happened. This was definitely a topic of some personal interest to you, and you could not help leaning forward in your seat a bit.

“I thought we might go over this, since we now have a personal connection to it in the class,” the History Mistress said. “Namely, Ursa, who was found by Prince Zuko during the invasion.”

The entire class turned to look at you as the History Mistress began to draw a diagram on the board. The weight of their gazes was a suffocating burden, but you did not afford them the privilege of seeing you crumple, for you knew that you had to, in some way, remain strong, lest they pounce upon your perceived weakness.

“During his hunt for the Avatar, Prince Zuko and his uncle, the former General Iroh, found themselves separated from their ship and amongst Earth Kingdom refugees fleeing to the capital city of Ba Sing Se.

“It seemed to be a damning sentence; after all, what place does Fire Nation royalty have in such a city? But our prince is wise and loyal. He and his uncle opened a tea shop in order to bide their time, blending in with the city and learning its secrets.

“Taking a risk, he wrote to his father, telling him he had found a way into Ba Sing Se. The Fire Lord Ozai, who has always had the utmost of faith in his son to do what must be done, sent him the Soldiers of Agni in aid, promising a larger army if the Soldiers of Agni were not enough.

“For those of you who do not recall our lesson from the beginning of the term about the military structures that Fire Lord Azulon put into place, the Soldiers of Agni are the most elite Firebenders in the nation, excepting, of course, the royal family.

“So these proud men, who were the epitome of Fire itself, donned the muddy browns and greens of the Earth Kingdom on the command of their lord and snuck into Ba Sing Se in the same way that Prince Zuko and former General Iroh had. There, they met the prince, who formed their plan of attack.

“On the agreed-upon date, the Soldiers of Agni and Prince Zuko stormed the palace, beginning by executing all of the guards who tried to fight back. The rest of the guards, knowing they were outnumbered, quickly defected, and when the former General Iroh tried to stop them, they took him prisoner for the royal family, allowing the Soldiers of Agni and Prince Zuko to continue their invasion.

“Their main goal was to get rid of everyone who lived in that palace, in which they were successful. Not even the Earth King’s pet bear was spared. He and the rest of the palace’s inhabitants were destroyed, along with an entire wing of the Earth Palace, which the Soldiers of Agni brought crumbling to the ground with their fire and their might.

“Sadly, all of the Soldiers of Agni that fought to take the Earth Palace lost their lives that day. Most of the palace staff were Earthbenders, and they fought back, outnumbering the Soldiers of Agni ten to one. The Soldiers of Agni possessed superior skills, but those were barely enough against such a large quantity of enemies.

“We cannot forget the sacrifices they made. It is through the bravery, spirit, and courage of the Soldiers of Agni that the Fire Nation finally took Ba Sing Se for good. Even in a confrontation where they were at such an enormous disadvantage, the Soldiers of Agni kept fighting for their country, their home, and for the Fire Lord, eventually emerging victorious, though they were unable to enjoy the fruits of their victory. We must always follow this example of duty and selflessness, ever asking ourselves what we, too, can give up for the welfare of the Fire Nation.”

After her long-winded explanation, the History Mistress exhaled, wiping away a tear from the corner of her left eye and then holding her hands to her heart. You all had a quiet moment, presumably in honor of the Soldiers of Agni, and then, tentatively, Jia-Li raised her hand.

“History Mistress, what does all of that have to do with Ursa?” she said.

“That’s something you should ask her, not me,” the History Mistress said, motioning towards you. “Go on, Ursa. Tell us what part you played in this entire tale.”

You gulped. “To be frank, I don’t remember myself what my role was, but I’ve been filled in by Mai and Prince Zuko. Apparently, I was a Fire Nation soldier on the front lines, but at some point, I was taken prisoner by the Earth Kingdom. They were torturing me in Ba Sing Se for Fire Nation secrets. After invading the city, Prince Zuko found me, and he brought me to the palace to be healed. It was there that I woke up without any memories.”

“You were a soldier?” Kaho said, without even raising her hand. She scoffed. “You look entirely too soft to ever have been fighting on the front lines.”

“Kaho, she was in jail for who knows how long,” Jia-Li said softly. “Of course she’s not in fighting shape anymore. Especially if they were torturing her…poor Ursa. You’re so brave for not giving in.”

“That’s right,” the History Mistress said. “We must all endeavor to be like Ursa, as well, who after all of her ordeals is still set upon nothing but improving herself for her country. She truly is the example of what a Fire Nation citizen should be like. Now, let us thank her for sharing her story.”

“Thank you, Ursa,” everyone said. You sat on your hands and hated every second of it. You didn’t like the attention being called to you once again. You just wanted to fade into the background and be forgotten, but more and more, it seemed like that was impossible.

“The topic of prisoners is a great segue into what we’re going to be talking about in today’s lesson. Who can name one historical Fire Nation figure that was also kept in captivity by the Earth Kingdom?” the History Mistress said.

To no one’s surprise, it was Kaho volunteering once more, but this time, she was unchallenged, as you focused all of your energy on writing notes about the material. After all, you didn’t know any of this, and you figured it was likely important that you pick up such things, considering the entirely blank slate that was your mind at present.

The academy’s aviary was only a short walk from the dormitories, and you found yourself frequenting the path already, both because of your correspondence with Prince Zuko and because Bian was one of the few beings that you could say without question was your friend.

“I don’t understand why they already have decided that I am so worthless,” you sniffed, finally allowing yourself to cry in the solitude of the aviary.

Bian tilted her head at you, nudging you with her cold beak. You wiped away your tears before scratching her on her feathery chest.

“I don’t even know half of their names,” you said. “Yet they are convinced that I am someone less than them. Someone worthless. They think of me as waste, Bian — a rubbish girl who does not deserve to be their peer.”

Of course, your messenger hawk was not intimately acquainted with the subtleties of such politics and divisions, but for the moment, it seemed as if she understood, as she let out a low, rumbling coo. It was the most comfort you could dream of, and you bit your lip to prevent a sob from falling past your lips.

“Maybe it’s true,” you said. “You can decorate trash all you want. At the end of the day, you can’t change what it is. Maybe I don’t belong here. I don’t know what Prince Zuko was thinking, sending me to study with these girls.”

Bian nipped your sleeve, almost like a reprimand. You gave her a warning look, reminding her to keep her beak to herself, but all you earned in response was indifference — your reward for thinking a bird could read your expressions and would care about them, even if she could.

“And for some reason, Kaho has a personal vendetta against me,” you said. “I can’t think of anything I’ve done to deserve it. Is it because I corrected her during our etiquette class? But she hated me even before that.”

Jia-Li had mentioned something about Kaho envying you for your closeness with the royal family, but it wasn’t as if you had chosen that. You hadn’t chosen to be saved by Prince Zuko. You hadn’t chosen to lose your memories. You hadn’t chosen to live like this. None of it was in your control, so why did she blame you for it all?

“I just wish I knew who I was,” you said. “Things would be easier if I knew there was someone who loved me. Someone who was waiting for me to come back. If I was a Fire Nation soldier, then my family — they might be nearby, right? I should…I should be trying to find them, not studying at this school!”

You could feel the judgment rolling off of Bian in waves, which was ridiculous, because she was after all just a messenger hawk and was incapable of judging anyone. Still, if she were a person, you fancied she would be judging you at the moment, and your shoulders slumped as you realized how ridiculous you sounded.

“I’m in a position that many greatly desire, and here I am, complaining. I am in an elite institution, my tutelage sponsored by a prince who is only all-too-eager to help me with whatever I need. It is silly that I am so upset, it’s just that — it’s just that I feel like some part of me is missing. Like I lost who I am when I lost my memories, and not just in the sense of my identity. It was something physical. There is something more to me that is out of my grasp, and no matter how hard I try, I cannot reach it,” you said, extending your hand and closing your fist around empty air.

As per usual, there was nothing. It was a futile exercise. No matter how many times you did it, the result would be the same. You would not be able to find that part of you again, not for some time.

“Who am I, really?” you said to Bian. “That’s what I want to know. Who was Ursa? Who were my parents? Did I have siblings? What about friends? What did I do for fun? I don’t know any of it. I feel like I will only be happy again if I can find out. Even if it’s terrible. Even if it means reliving the torture that the Earth Kingdom put me through. I just want to remember.”

But try as you might, there was still nothing. You still had no idea who you were. Although you had had a full day of instruction at the academy, you were in no better of a position than you had been on the day you started.

Ursa,

You really can just call me Zuko. You don’t have to refer to me as the prince, unless you are completely more comfortable with that. Though it is true that I am your benefactor, I am not someone you should defer to. If you can bring yourself to do it, then I should like if you actually think of me as your friend. I would like to consider you mine, and so I will speak to you as if you are until you tell me otherwise.

I’d expect that none of the girls at the academy can claim that the prince of the Fire Nation is offering them friendship, and will be on their side even if they should reject that offer! Anyways, I have no doubt that you will be able to solve any issues that come your way, but sometimes, it is nice to have support. I want to be that for you. Even if it is not me, I hope there is someone at the academy who you can turn to for that.

It is a relief to hear that your roommate is someone likable. I asked Mai about Jia-Li; though she had nothing favorable to say, there was also nothing unfavorable, which is almost more of a compliment, coming from her. It’s good to know that you do not have to sleep beside someone you detest.

And speaking of, I am angered to hear that they have been treating you that way. Please remember that you are worth ten of them in my eyes. You only need to say the word, and I will have them spoken to harshly. Especially that Kaho, who has always been the horrid type (Mai was a little more explicit in her description, but I will spare you the specifics. Just imagine the most obscene expletives you can think of, and then imagine something even worse — that is probably in the range of what she was saying about her). Do not let her get you down; she is a spoiled, sheltered girl whose father is an Admiral and allows her to get away with doing whatever she wants because of his high status in the military. If you stand up to her, then I am sure she will back down. People like that usually do.

Yes, Bian was supposed to be my hawk, but I already have one and have no need for another, so she would’ve just sat in the aviary once I received her. It is for her own good that I gave her to you. If you do not like such an extravagant creature being yours alone, then you may imagine that you are borrowing her from me for the time being (though I will not accept her return — I think that she is attached to you now).

She is an exemplary bird, is she not? The falconer was very proud of her when she hatched. Although, I don’t know if anyone else would agree that she possesses a gentle heart; it’s not something typically said about messenger hawks, which are frequently ill-tempered. It is further proof that she is fond of you and was always meant to be yours, no matter whose name she was hatched in.

My own life has been dreadfully boring as of late. Meeting after meeting after meeting…it is definitely busy, being the prince of the Fire Nation. It’s like everyone wants to talk to me suddenly! But I’m not complaining. I much prefer being home to living on a ship and constantly wondering when I can go back, even if I had considerably more free time back then.

I cannot think of anything else to write to you about, but I do not wish to stop quite yet, because once I am done with this letter, I will have to attend to some paperwork that I have been putting off.

It has been sunny recently. The cooks made my favorite meal yesterday. Mai has been moping a lot more than usual (I think she misses Ty Lee). I gave bread to the turtleducks in the pond, and it seemed to cheer their spirits. My father allows me to sit at his right side for meetings nowadays, though as always, Azula is at his left.

That’s about it. I guess that, as the heir to the throne, I should not keep procrastinating. It’s not very princely of me.

Yours, Zuko

P.S. Once again, I am sorry to hear that.

P.P.S. Please keep writing to me frequently, and with as many boring details as you care to include. I like hearing from you will take any excuse to not fill out these ridiculously tedious forms.

#zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #zuko #avatar the last airbender #atla #reader insert #the glass princess #canon au #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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kiwinatorwaffles · 4 months

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I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?

hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!

i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!

also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright

(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)

hermitcraft longfics:

the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!

leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!

Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting

dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!

hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:

for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D

the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it

a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!

Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?

other mcyt fics/crossovers:

late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D

every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh

The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.

Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time

dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.

devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.

Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.

stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is

Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!

TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.

if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!

it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!

how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.

smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.

ballad of etho’s lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.

i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!

edit: the fics are out! here they are!

hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D

private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!

#birdhouse inquiries #why am i hereagain tag #writing #hermitcraft #mcyt

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crusty-chronicles · 11 months

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hii! i really love your airhead s/o series!! especially that ging one, perhaps can you make a part 2 of airhead s/o x ging? i really love it😭😭

You know what, why the hell not. There simply isn't enough of this stinky man out there and I truly do love him. He's cute in the feral rat kinda way 🥺

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Ging part 2

Like a thorn in his side, you simply won't leave

He doesn't recall how exactly he met you, but he does remember what he said that started all this.

"Keep up with me if you can."

And keep up you did. A little too well. And now he was stuck with you.

Buys plastic plates and Styrofoam cups because you can't break them.

Seriously, every good dish he had is shattered in the trash somewhere.

No plastic spoons or forks though

He tried that once and you had broken them, unawares that the extra crunch to your cereal was plastic

Is amazed and a little curious to find out you set the sink on fire.

Like honsetly, what the fuck???? Should he be impressed or scared.

Ging is a lazy stinky man

He has you in one of those backpacks with leashes when you go out in crowded places.

Cannot be bothered to go looking for you, so the next best thing is to leash you so you don't wander far.

You'll see something you think is cool and rush off, only to be stopped by a small tug pulling you back.

"Can you focus for one second?"

And for the first time he actually looks the part of a parent as he tugs you back towards him.

"Quit running around, pup."

God forbid the leash is detachable and you find out how to get free

"Yes, I need some help. My idiot got loose and I can't find them."

"Sir this is a Mcdonalds."

The one thing he made sure to tell Gon atop the Great tree, was to make sure he found somebody who always kept him on his toes.

"Why?"

"Life is better when the person you're with makes it interesting." Completely unaware you were only a few branches down listening.

Panics when you leave for hunter business because of that one time.

"Pick up your phone, idiot!!!! Damnit! How many times have I told you not to go by yourself!"

Waits for you like an upset parent that just caught their kid sneaking back in

Arms crossed, sitting on your sofa style

Waiting impatiently as you bump into the vase by the door after breaking the lock to get in.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

And you stare up at him with puppy eyes holding out a small box.

"I got you a souvenir." 🥺

And it's most likely broken but he appreciates it anyways.

All great hunters are liked by animals.

You get adopted by nearly all the apex predators you come across

And Ging is distressed because 'That is a fucking lion, Y/n. You can't just cuddle it.'

He tries to take you away from it, only for whatever creature had you hostage to growl at him.

Then it continues licking you and eventually whines when you get up to follow a very perplexed Ging.

(He secretly thinks it's cool)

Ging knows you're stupid, but that you're not an idiot

He knows you get lost on missions frequently and for the life of you can't not break something for five seconds.

But he also knows that you can tell when people are lying and being disingenuous

You hate Pariston for a reason

That and he lied to you once about something which resulted in you refusing to talk to him for weeks

He totally didn't care

Totally didn't try to send you a message only to see you'd blocked his number (how you accomplished that, he'd never know)

Totally didn't ask Kite to check up on you and make sure you hadn't died or something

What him? Never

And he also totally didn't swing by your apartment to leave a box of your favorite snacks on your doorstep

Couldn't be him 🙄🙄🙄

Yeah, he never tried to lie to you after that.

He refuses to baby you, but if someone makes fun of you for not being able to do something, he's kicking their ass

Makes you teach Gon some of your nen tricks

Just because he knows you're capable enough to do so

You're not a two star hunter for nothing.

Plus it means you two get to bond. Which is something he'd deny to his grave

Him, wanting his partner and son to be close???

You're delusional, he doesn't care 🙄🙄🙄

Yes he does and what he lied to you about was having a kid in the first place.

He just knew you'd spill the secret on his whereabouts is all

Gon thinks you are the coolest person he's met so far.

Alluka, who can grant wishes? She's cool

You, who took him fishing and caught an alligator by wrestling it????

You're his idol 🤩🤩🤩

And Ging is so damn proud because the next day his son brought home this huge sea monster he caught with your help.

"Why wouldn't I settle for a capable partner," is the biggest compliment he'll give.

He is a man child who fights for your attention with anybody. Not even poor little Gon is safe 😞

The barista's hand brushed against yours while handing you a drink?

Ging is dragging you out by your hand, glaring behind at the confused worker.

You're catching up with an old friend?

Okay, but they're clearly not that interesting if you ditched them for him. So quit wasting time and follow him to this cool thing he just found.

Gon wants you to teach him and his friend a new ability?

It's a family event now

Physically cannot say he loves you

He's just not used to it

And he can't even hint to it through romantic gestures because you don't understand subtlety

But, he's more physical with you than with most people

You get to jostle him around in your excitement and pull him everywhere you go

Doesn't mean he won't complain about it

He just won't push you off

"That's enough, pup. You'll make me dizzy."

"But I haven't seen you in a while, don't be all mean."

And he regrettably lets you keep your arms tight around him

You can't read maps and he's so surprised you accomplish anything that requires travel

Showers

He showers with you or he doesn't at all

He just wants to make sure you don't fall in there okay. 🙄You already trip on dry land, so imagine the wet tile.

It's because he likes the way you're so gentle when you wash his scalp. And because you always have the best scented soaps.

Kissed you one time and collapsed from embarrassment

Like a real kiss, not the little forehead ones he gives when you've been good.

Red in the face and unable to look at you properly

All because he said he stole your favorite sweet and taunted you for it.

You'd tackled him down and kissed him, swiping your tongue on his lips.

And he was 😳😳😳

And when you pulled away with a triumphant smile on your face, he actually did faint.

You were so confused because he didn't taste like your candy??? Did he lie to you again???

Gets flustered if Gon asks him when he's gonna marry you.

Like c'mon kid, don't say things like that!!! They're literally right there!

(Doesn't want to marry you because he couldn't take it if you decided you couldn't stand him after all. But he also really does because you keep his life interesting)

"I want what I can't have."

Didn't know he wanted an idiot until trying and failing so many times to get you to see he actually does care

MASTERLIST

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #ging freecss #ging x reader #hxh ging #airhead s/o #stronk s/o #stupid s/o

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moochalove · 5 months

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Cute and Angsty Furina x gn!reader HCS

I’ve been so drained recently and haven’t had the motivation to finish part 4 of my series…. It’s coming soon though(trust)

Word count: guys can you guess bcs i can’t🥰

not proof read!! i ain’t rereading all dat so you gotta fill in the blanks 🙏

TW: Thoughts of SH, signs of mental illness and eating disorder!!

Furina who takes a while to open up to you.

Furina who feels so relieved after letting all her emotions spill.

Furina who accidentally blurts out her confession whilst having lunch together.

Furina who immediately thinks she’ll be rejected but is in shock for a couple of moments before releasing a relaxed sigh.

Furina who takes you on dates to the Opera Epiclese to watch her favorite plays

Furina who tries to coax you into buying clothes with her.

Furina who picks rainbow roses for you during her free time.

Furina who commissions someone to make you both matching hats or ribbon accessories.

Furina who always makes sure to coordinate her own attire to yours when you’re both out on the town.

Furina who loves spoon feeding you her specialty “Pour la Justice”.

Furina who is too busy to visit you and resorts to writing you old-fashioned love letter and love poems.

Furina who serenades you when she knows your both alone.

Furina who kisses your [skin tone] hand and makes her way upwards to your lips.

Furina who fails miserably at hiding your relationship from Neuvillette and begs him to keep it a secret (for now).

Furina who gets jealous when she sees you lean into Lyney but then is reassured later on that you only have eyes for her.

Furina who often finds herself fiddling with a flower ring (that happens to be your ring size) wishing it was a real one.

Furina who tries to go incognito and search for an affordable yet beautiful ring.

Furina who can’t decide on one and eventually goes out to look for raw material so she can have one specially made.

Furina who gets attacked by monsters but you show up in the nick of time.

Furina who feels infatuated with you all over again when you reach down to help her up.

Furina who tries to make up a lie to hide her secret plans.

Furina who purposes successfully to you on your 1st anniversary.

Furina who ensures you that you’re the one she wants.

Furina who arranges a small wedding consisting of those dear to you both.

Furina who sweats she’ll make you happy. No matter what it takes.

Furina who loves you dearly.

Angst

Furina who doesn’t feel worthy of your attention.

Furina who often spend her free time holed up in her room, door locked and beneath her blankets.

Furina who pretends to not be home to avoid you.

Furina who feels guilty, as if she’d done something wrong.

Furina who lets you in every now and then.

Furina who “selfishly” cries into your shoulder even though she’s been blocking you out her heart.

Furina who always seems to make progress but always relapses back into her depression.

Furina who can’t look into the mirror without feeling sick to her stomach.

Furina who can barely handle being near water.

Furina who can hear their voices calling out for help.

Furina who feels useless for not being able to do anything.

Furina who skips meals because she “forgets” that she has to eat.

Furina who has picked up bad habits like biting her tongue, picking at her skin, and roughly pulling her hair.

Furina who doesn’t mean to worry you but does so anyway.

Furina who often forgets to show up to dates.

Furina who feels she should break it off but can’t bear the thought of being alone.

Furina who finds herself not enjoying anything in life anymore.

Furina who avoids talking to those who worry about her.

Furina who often mumbles harsh words to those who have “wronged” her.

Furina who quickly gets upset and defensive when you “corner” her during an argument.

Furina who shouts and screams to not be bullied or corned once again.

Furina who often recalls THAT trial when everyone turned against her.

Furina who holds the broken glass against her wrist but can’t bear to leave you alone.

Furina who realizes she’s not the only one hurting.

Furina who realizes your whole relationship isn’t healthy.

Furina who packs up during the night and leaves Fontaine.

Furina who leaves one last letter for you. It’s vague and hard to decipher.

Furina who apologizes for being such a trash lover.

Furina who apologizes for being a trash archon.

The ending can be read as Furina kwording herself or starting a new chapter in her life (a healthier one)

#genshin x reader #genshin x gn!reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin angst #furina x gn reader #furina #furina genshin #fluff hcs #angst hcs #tw sh implied #tw self destructive thoughts #tw eating disorder

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 3

Summary: You and Frank get into a fight

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader (present), Frank Adler X Reader (past)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, cream pie, mentions of marking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.2K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Ransom grabs hold of your hand, weaving his fingers in yours, and leans forward to kiss on your head. You hated when his parents said disgusting things to him. Hated that he could ever feel less than the amazing man that you knew, but afterwards, he was so sweet. Petting around your face, and holding you so tight.

“Do you remember when you moved it?” His voice was so low, and deep. His chin resting on the top of your head, while you caress over his steady beating heart. You remembered. But you weren’t sure when it happened, or became official.

“Remind me,” you giggle. Picking up your hand, he kisses over your knuckles. “I’m serious. When was it official?”

“September tenth,” lifting up off him, you turn to look at him. “What? I’m good with dates.”

“Ran, it just happened. There wasn’t an exact date.”

“No, if I recall you were working late. Checking on Harlan, and me and Richard got in an argument. Linda joined in and made a comment about the twat waffle I was seeing, she just didn’t realize you were the twat waffle. Mentioned how all you were all I cared about anymore, and that I would never amount to my greatest potential.”

“You don’t believe them, do you?” Your hand resting over his heart drifts lower, and you rub along his smooth lower stomach. “Ran, you are amazing.”

“No, I don’t believe a word of what they say. It’s more annoying that they’re my parents and they can’t say anything nice about me. Richard made a comment that the only thing I was good at was railing someone and I didn’t even do that properly because I didn’t have any spawns. Instead of arguing, I ran off and left. And what did you do?”

You bite at your lip, giving him a playful smile. You still didn’t feel bad about that day. Richard and Linda deserved every harsh word you said to them. “I told them that they didn’t deserve you. That you were more of a man than Richard ever would be, and smarter than Linda. They told me that I didn’t know what I was talking about, and I told them I did because I was in love with you, and they were the ones that knew nothing. And then I left with Harlan laughing at them. Came here, and you held me.”

“You were crying.”

“I wasn’t sad. I was angry and frustrated. They don’t see you. They don’t know you, and they sure as hell don’t deserve you.”

He takes a sharp inhale, sitting up in the bed, and pulls you over his lap. His hands run up and down your thighs, and Ransom leans forward to give you the sweetest lingering kiss. “You were so upset, and you didn’t make any sense. And could barely breathe, so I leaned forward and kissed you. And told you I loved you for the first time. I’d never done that. Can’t even remember telling Harlan that. And now, I can't get rid of you. You never left.”

“You want me to?” He tickles your sides for a second, smiling, and shaking his head no. “Ransom…I’m nervous about going to Montana. I don’t…I left a lot of things behind.”

“I don’t care. I need to see your parents. See where you’re from. Learn about you, and how there’s this amazing woman that loves me, and I just don’t get it, Bunny. I don’t know how you found Boston, or why you came here, and I don’t care. I’m just happy that you love me.”

“I do really love you,” you respond in earnest. Trying not to think of all that you left behind in Montana. Reminding yourself that you loved Ransom with every fiber of your being. Ransom’s hands slide all the way up your body, before pulling you down onto his chest.

“Get some sleep, Buns.”

Mindy looks over at you, and you are nervously biting at your lip. Popping your knuckles in a disgusting and irritating way while you watched your tall friend walk up to the chute. “Well, go on. It’ll make you feel better to see him,” you look towards her confused, and she points over at Frank. “Go.”

Without a second thought, you jog over to the chute, getting a quick glance from Frank, “Buck, help her up,” oh you didn’t want to be any closer to this bull than you had to be, but Bucky holds out his hand, letting you climb up the fence, when Frank cups your cheek, and pulls you in for a bruising kiss in front of everyone. “That’s for good luck,” he winks.

Rolling his eyes, Steve helps Frank get his hand into position, and Frank takes a deep breath. Looking back at you, and then back at his bull, “Okay, boys! Okay!” The gate opens, and the crowd screams out Frank’s name as his body gets slung around like a rag doll. The bull thrashes him around with every buck. Eight seconds had never seemed so long than when you watch him in those moments.

“You should see what it feels like on the back of it,” Bucky tells you, patting your hand a second. “You’re good for him.”

“What?” You ask, still unable to look away.

“Frank, he never slows down. He is with you. Even if it’s just a tiny bit,” the bell dings, and your hand clings to Bucky’s hoping that Frank can get off the bull unscathed this time. And when he gets off, and stands up, waving to the crowd, and looks towards you for a second, you scream. Forgetting about Bucky’s hand in your own. He was okay.

“Come on, let’s go back to the room,” you tease along Frank’s collarbone. Oblivious to how white his knuckles were as he grips his beer bottle in his hand. “Frank?”

“Why don’t you ask Bucky to go with you? Or better yet, why not Steve? Or would you want us all in there for a fucking gang bang?”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Picking up the bottle, he slams it on the table, and you stare mortified, hoping that it didn’t break the glass. “Baby?”

“Don’t start that shit with me. I saw you holding Bucky’s hand. Is it him you wish was passed out on the fucking bed? When you close your eyes when you’re fucking me, is it him you see?”

“You’re drunk,” you had never seen Frank like this. And it both scared you and pissed you off. He was being ridiculous. Claiming that you were wanting something, when all you wanted was him.

“No, the fuck I’m not. I’m fucking pissed. I had my best ride of the season, and I look back to see my girlfriend holding Bucky fucking Barnes’ hand. I kissed you in front of all those people, claiming you as my girlfriend, and you have the audacity to cheat on me in front of people.”

“Wow,” you whisper, grabbing up your things. He was clearly drunk, and there was no amount of talking to him you could do. It was just going to amplify the situation, so you knew it best to leave. “Sober up, Frank. I’m going to my room.”

“Bucky coming to join you?”

“Fuck you. I haven't thought about anyone since you, and you fucking know it,” you didn’t care anymore. Just wanted to get out of there. You couldn’t even be happy about him calling you his girlfriend, you just needed some space and fresh air. Bucky says your name, but you ignore him, you didn’t need to further drunk Frank’s theory.

“What was that about?” Bucky asks, sitting down with Frank. Frank looks around the bar, spotting a pretty redhead, and turns towards her showing off his belt buckle. “Frank, don’t.”

“And why the fuck not? She’s clearly thinking about you. Let me get my fucking dick wet with some new pussy. I don’t need her!”

“You’re the pussy, Frank,” Frank turns back to glare at his friend. His hand rubbing on his thigh. “You’re self sabotaging because you have something real. You realized after you kissed her that you made yourself unavailable, and shit got real. Now you’re being a pussy and blaming her.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“And you need to cowboy up. Act like a man for once.”

“Go suck on my girlfriend’s clit. I know you’ve wanted to sink into your cunt from the moment we met. Just get the fuck out of my sight. I need to get laid.”

“Asshole,” Bucky says, throwing down some money to pay for his beer. He didn’t want to watch Frank ruin the best thing in his life.

“Bunny! Bunny! Baby, let me in,” you open your eyes, and look over at the alarm clock. Four o’clock in the morning. Pulling your covers over your head, you try to ignore Frank. “Buns! Baby, I’m sorry. I overreacted. I’m stupid. I know that you wouldn’t ever do that to me,” he looks at his reflection in your window, pulling down his collar, before making sure his buttons were correct.

“Buns!”

“What do you want, Frank?” You pull the door open, glaring at him. “Have you even slept? Fuck. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry. I…didn’t mean the things I said. You were right, it was the beer that was talking. I’m an idiot. I know you wouldn’t do that, and I know Bucky wouldn’t either,” biting at the inside of your jaw, you look down at the ground. Frank had made you feel stupid. “I only want you. You’re my girlfriend. I want to meet your folks, and I want…I want there to be a future with you. Have us a little place in between our parents houses, so we don’t have to choose. I don’t need that piece of land for our kids to play in, I just need you. Whatever it is you want, you got it. Bunny, I’m so so sorry, I’m never going to do that again,” Frank gulps, and looks away from you for a moment, unable to meet your eyes as he partially confesses. “I was stupid. I just want you. Can I come in, and we sleep until noon?”

“Just sleep?”

“I’d prefer that,” he looks away again, and you couldn’t quite understand, but Frank felt guilty. For more reasons than one. And he just couldn’t have you in this way. “I don’t want to take you from your family. But could you come back home with me? I’ve got something I want to show you? Please, pretty please?”

“Frank, I don’t want to be humiliated like that again.”

“I know.”

“I don’t cheat. Cheating is the one thing that I have no patience for. I’ll be done. I’m giving you that courtesy, and I want the same thing back. If I’m your girlfriend, we’re exclusive. And if there’s a problem, we talk about it, like adults. I won’t have you accusing me of doing something that I didn’t do. That’s not fair to me. And if you can’t hold your alcohol, then you shouldn’t drink.”

Tears form in his eyes, and you think it’s because of how remorseful he is. Pulling him into your body by his belt loop, you hold him tight. “I know. I'm so sorry, Bunny. I never meant to hurt you. Ever. We’re exclusive,” leaning back off his chest, you give him a smile, pulling him down to you. Kissing him gently, “Let’s go back to sleep, Buns.”

“What is that?” You ask as Frank removes his hands from around your eyes. A small green camper. That’s what it was. “Frank, what…what is this?”

“Until we decide where we want to live. We can drive it in between our parents’ houses.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah!” He jumps off Black Jack, and helps you off, guiding you over to the tiny little thing. “We’re gonna have to hold off on babies and pets. It’s a bit of a tight fit, but look,” he guides you through the door, oh, it seemed smaller from the inside. “So here’s our kitchen, and living room. Our beautiful dining room table, and it lowers, and makes a bed, so we can have friends over. The bathroom, I was a bit skeptical about, but the shower is big enough to fit both of us in, and look,” he walks you to the back of the camper, and at least it was a decent sized bed.

“We’re gonna have to hold off on your bucking rides, if you know what I mean. We might knock the camper over.”

“This isn’t funny,” you deadpan. “You think there’s room in here for more than just us two?”

“I don’t want anyone here but us. We can take this on the road,” starting to laugh you shake your head no. “What? Why?”

“Frank, it’s green.”

“We’ll paint it. It can be ours. I mean, people I’m sure will see us having our own rodeo,” you give him a playful smack on his arm, unable to stop your laughter. Scooping you up, he starts to walk you to the bed, but you try pushing him off, “What’s wrong now?”

“How old is that bed?”

“Brand new. I got my pop to put it in here. It’s just ours,” you lean forward giving him a playful kiss as your fingers card through his hair. This wasn’t ideal, but it was a place for just you and Frank. And he was starting to think of the future. You actually weren’t turned off by building on his family’s land. It was his dream to have a home there.

“Frank,” you whine, head tilting up to the ceiling, and he starts kissing your neck. Walking the two of you over to the bed, before sinking to the floor, opening up your jeans he begins yanking them down, and you lift up on your elbows watching him stare hungrily at your drenched and covered cunt. “Frank?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” he gulps, leaning back to stare at you. “You don’t have to tell me. But…”

“No. No, I love you, too,” turning his mouth up into a crooked smile, you pull him up by his arms. Pulling off that shirt, and running your hand down his chest. “Bunny, you’re okay with this? Be my little personal buckle Bunny?”

“God, please don’t compare me to those girls,” holding your hand on his gold buckle, you cock up an eyebrow, “I saw you before I saw the buckle.”

“Yes, you did,” connecting to the hemline of your shirt, he pulls it off. Letting you shimmy out of your panties, while he undresses himself. “Turn around,” his finger twists in a circle, and you get to your knees, twisting around, and lay your head down on the mattress, it was Frank’s favorite position. Riding you like one of his bulls.

He hadn’t even taken his pants off before he was pushing himself into your warmth. “Look at me,” he grunts as he grabs onto your hips. Pounding into you, while your pouty little face was looking back at him. Whimpering out his name. You were his favorite ride.

Giving your back a tap, he waits for you to put your arms behind you, while he holds on. He was entranced by the way your skin rippled with every thrust into you. Grunting out his own pleasure. He wasn’t completely sure how this was going to work. Your contract was about up, and he didn’t know if you would be going back on the road with him.

Didn’t know if you were going to get a job somewhere in one location, but seeing you like this, he could get used to it. He wanted to be faithful. Wanted to give you everything you desired, but he couldn’t stay in one location. He had a dream to follow, and he had that dream long before you.

“Atta girl,” he growls, giving your ass a smack when your walls start to clench tight around him. “That’s a good girl. I always make you feel good don’t I? Always give it to you good.”

Your eyes close tightly as pleasure roars through your body. With a hand holding onto your arms, the other pushes you down into the mattress while Frank jackhammers into you. Screaming out expletives when you gush out. “You gonna let me cum in you one time?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I want it,” you were playing a dangerous game. “Wait…”

“Too late,” letting out a lewd moan, he stabs into you forcefully, and holds still. Letting your walls milk him dry, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. It felt great. “Fuck,” he breaths deeply. Pulling himself out of you.

He spreads you wide open, watching his spend drip out of you, “Bunny, you okay, darling?”

“Yeah, let’s not do that again,” giving you a slap to your ruined cunt, he laughs, “Frank I’m serious.”

“Let me take a picture of this to remember it by.”

“No!” You flip around on the bed, and he pulls your legs apart. “Don’t you dare,” it was silly, and you weren’t serious. “You’ll show people.”

“I wouldn’t do it. But look,” he points down at your ruined hole, and you stare down at your body dripping Frank’s seed. “It looks good doesn’t it? I can take a picture, and we’ll put it behind our bed,” you laugh, shaking your head no, but don’t truly protest when he snaps his photo. Moving to lay beside you. “Maybe get it printed on a canvas.”

“No. Does the water work? I kinda need to…”

“Oh! Yeah, let me get you cleaned up, Buns. Sorry, I just had visions of you on a mechanical bull, and you’re leaving a trail of my cum on it’s back.”

“You’re disgusting!”

“Fine, fine. Give me a minute, and I’ll let you ride my bull. Speaking of mechanical, I’ve got you a little mechanical something something over there. Could be fun, while I’m fucking you,” he hauls himself off the bed, and walks into the bathroom, coming back to see you fingering your sloppy cunt.

“I did not expect to see this. Shall I play with you until I get hard again? I know you’ve been dreaming of that eight second ride.”

“Oh, I’ve rode you for a lot longer than that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Do you think…can you like walk around with my cum in you? Like…will it drip down your leg? Will you be embarrassed? Will you…”

“Frank! What are you wanting me to walk around at the rodeo with Daisy Duke’s on with your cum seeping out of me?” He nods his head, beginning to laugh. “You are so disgusting.”

“Gotta show everyone who you belong to.”

“And I’m going to have to show everyone that you belong to me. Gonna have hickies all over your neck,” he just shrugs, letting his eyes slowly close. “Oh, just clean me up. I’m still sucking on that pretty neck of yours.”

“Fine…still want you to have cum dripping down your leg. It’s a fair trade,” he runs the forgotten wash cloth through your folds, moaning at the sight of him still inside of you. “How often can we do this?”

Ignoring him, you close your eyes, slowly starting to drift to sleep. “Fine, just ignore me. Go to sleep in our little green camper. Our first home,” he wasn’t sure if it was the right call, but it was the one he made quickly. Taking the winnings he made the day of your fight to buy this. He just hoped it was enough. He wasn't ready to lose you.

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Oh my lord!! Ep11 curse is really true ‘cause sandray happy boyfriend era didnt last a whole episode.

Its time to rewatch the eclipse and forget about ep11 part 4 forever

You know the fact that we somsoms doent even have an FK show without crying is a crime.

What do you mean i have to watch eclipse as my comfort show when i am bawling my eyes every single episode when i rewatch

I really need a romcom for them its not a want its a need🥲🙏

Heh…ah, I’m guessing a lot of people are upset with the appearance of Boeing in this episode. But you know what, I think his appearance is important for the next evolution of SandRay relationship (although I do wish Boeing’s arc was introduce a bit earlier, cause we only have the final episode left to wrap it up😮‍💨)

Yes, I absolutely love the domestic and fluffy SandRay happy boyfriend era (Ray calling Sand his BF every chance he gets was a highlight for me, cause you can tell that boy was just giddy to finally have Sand as his!)

But, I think Sand’s mom sum up his son character nicely - Sand is super caring and by default, a caretaker. And so, I don’t think it is out of character for Sand to be friends with his exes - so far, the only one he really can’t stand is Top and Ton (even then he maintained his civility when he meets them in the public settings unlike Ray who barely covers his dislikes and now just avoids both of them, it seems).

What Sand may have an issue with is perhaps putting a boundary with his ex once their relationship has ended. I think we can all tell he looks uncomfortable when Boeing visited him at the bar, but he was civil enough and although I wished he was firmer with Boeing, Sand did say all he can offer was friendship to Boeing, declining to go to the Artic Monkey concert with him plus politely turning down Boeing suggestive remarks about the latter going back to his flat (I’m not sure whether the way he speaks to Boeing speaks more about the dynamic they have when they were together - this is where I’m a bit sussed that we only have more episode to tie everything together!!! 😫 not enough time! I suspect we may get some flashback about how Sand/Boeing were as a couple, which will give us insight about why Sand is treating Boeing like this currently - almost afraid?).

I also get the impression Sand just doesn’t want Boeing to be in the same room with Ray cause Sand himself may be feeling insecure?. He doesn’t want history to repeat himself aka Ray leaving him for Boeing - I’m sure we can all agree this will never happen but I’m betting Sand self-esteem took a major hit when Boeing left him for Top (rich etc etc), and in all honestly, Ray is essentially the same calibre as Top (now more so with him being sober!). Also, recall Boeing is somehow similar like Mew (smart etc etc) and Mew was Ray’s first love/long-term crush.

On the flip side, Ray as we know is possessive of Sand - while this may be good now in their honeymoon phase, in a long run it can be a problem for their relationship. So Boeing is introduce as the catalyst for SandRay to work out their issues together - I’ll argue it’s important for them to hopefully then have a smooth long-term relationship but again, with one episode left…I think the resolution will feel rush.

However, I will agree with you anon - there is not one show of them together that has not left me bawling my eyes out (even when they acted separately!!! I mean Yok crushed my soul in Not Me with his tears, similar with The Shipper when they killed his character 😭, and don’t even get me started with Khao’s character in 55:15 Never Too Late)

So, a BIG YES from me 🙌 to them having a romcom - here’s to hoping GMMTV Part 2 will be announced at some stage with FK having a fluffy series together (I’m hoping we will get flirty, confident First going after nerdy, shy Khaotung for a change in pace 🤣)

(Also, I’m with you on The Eclipse rewatch 😆, I’ll join you!!!!!…)

#asked and answered #only friends the series #the eclipse the series #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #mond tanutchai #sandray #I’m sure they will still be endgame otherwise the whole fandom will riot

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Cruel intentions| chapter seventeenth

summary: honestly, you don't recall the last two days and you're too hangover to deal with Tony and Harry's weird shit.

warnings: angsty, maybe a slight insinuation of smut.

listen to: Coolest Place in the World - Suki Waterhouse | Mirrorball - Taylor Swift |(playlist here)

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“I don’t get why you won’t tell me what happened?”

Harry asked, once again, as he sat crossed-legged against the tub on your bath while you were sitting on your tub, nursing a bit of wine that you’d saved from last night. You weren’t violently hungover per se but you weren’t going to lie, it had been a while since you’d been as drunk as you currently were. Harry had been with you all of the time for the last few days, you hadn’t even been home until that moment. After you left Peter Spiderman Parker behind on that rooftop you’d called with tears streaming down your eyes. It was a bad idea, you knew it was because when Harry saw you sad and in serious need of a pick-me-up he usually wasn’t the best influence to be around.

“Because it’s none of your business,” you grumbled before sipping on the white wine bottle.

“It became my problem when you dragged me through the city at every party you could get invited to or crash for two days,”

“Don’t act like it was a punishment,” you sniffled a bit while peeking from the bathtub at Harry. You squinted slightly.

“I never said it was,” he insisted as he turned towards you and took the bottle of white wine, and sipped. “It had been a while since you’d let loose, it was nice having you back,”

“Yeah, it’s always nice until the paps come with the evidence,” you grumbled as you sighed while smiling at Harry.

On the last few days, you’d been in and out of clubs, the penthouses of unknown rich people, and Harry’s place. In all honesty, you were avoiding returning to Stark Tower at all. After calling Harry crying, you’d gone to your room and packed whatever thing you felt like you needed some clothes, bottles of wine, make-up, and your wallet. That was basically it. Harry, who’d always know you had a kick for trouble when you were upset, was waiting for you downstairs in an uber.

Neither of you wasted time, you changed in the car into one of the sluttiest dresses you could’ve found in the clothes that you packed, smudge some makeup on as you tried to hide the redness of your eyes from crying, and then headed to a club. And then another club, and another one later on. It was messy, to say the least when you woke up the next morning in someone’s bed with Harry you weren’t sure about what you’d done, unfortunately, Harry had documented the night for you.

And you were sure other pictures would come out too. But at the moment, you didn’t care instead you tried to manage your hangover with smoothies and coffee before you were good enough to go to Oscorp’s industry to Harry’s lab. The thing with Harry was that he could be as messy as he wanted to and he didn’t need any hungover cure, his hungover cure was spending time on his projects.

And so, when you felt bored with staying there, you pulled him into another club, then a house party, then another club, and then another one that had ended up with you kissing Harry for truth or dare, while Harry insisted that you needed force proximity to help you forget Peter Parker. It wasn’t the first time that you and Harry had kissed because of a dare, but it was the first time that you felt truly awful about it because all you could think about was Peter. Then, it ended with you barely throwing up at 8:00 when you were finally kicked out from another club you’d gone to and then you decided that you needed to go home if you wanted to puke.

Harry had followed you and now it was 9:00 am and you hoped that neither Tony nor Pepper had listened to you sneaking in.

“Fuck the evidence,” Harry replied while you raised your brow.

“You don’t care about the paps because you don’t have a father that can judge you,”

“No, but I have a whole board that can,” Harry muttered as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Either way, I didn’t do shit, I was picking up after you.”

“Shut up,” You snapped at him.

“I could find a few ways if you want to,” Harry said as he leaned into the bathtub, his breath smelled like rum and you turned away.

“Not in the mood,” you grumbled before placing your hand on his chest. “Plus, don’t you have a plane to catch tonight with Kamala?”

“We are just messing around as friends do,” he said as he tried to lean further. “And with your fight with Parker, maybe the wager has been completed,”

“Harry, not in the mood,” you muttered again before pushing him away, allowing you to have the space to walk out of the bathroom.

You walked out of the while still sipping on the glass of wine, you were too focused on tasting the wide as it slipped down your throat to focus on whoever was sitting at your desk. It wasn’t until you raised your head that you saw him, Tony. A gasp slipped past your lips, causing you to almost drop the bottle altogether on the floor.

“Want to explain this to me?” Tony asked as he pressed a button on his watch, a holographic video appeared in front of you and you felt sick.

Your eyes widened as you made out the picture. It was you and Peter, pressed up on the street. He was holding you so tightly, that your black dress was scrunched up on your waist. Your hands were on his chocolate curls, tugging at them. You were so close, so fucking close that you weren’t sure where Peter ended and you began. It didn’t seem like you were breathing but you could tell that he was smiling into the kiss as you loop your arm around his neck, he stumbled but he continued to kiss you.

And then it stopped.

“It has gone viral on Twitter,” Tony muttered while you swallowed hard as you felt how you were blushing. “Not that you know since I found your phone here two days ago,” Tony said as he threw your phone on the bed.

You stared down at the phone, at the screen that lit up the moment it hit the bed. There were thousands of messages and calls, from many people but a name called your attention. Peter Parker.

Then, you heard Harry stepping out of the bathroom behind you as Tony raised his eyebrow. “Mr. Stark, it’s lovely too,”

“Not now Harry,” both Tony and you grumbled at the same time, Harry simply nodded

“Dad,”

“No, y/n,” Tony interrupted, his face was red with frustration while you glared at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He had no idea. At least you already knew that Peter hadn’t saved face, that he hadn’t even tried to tell your father that you already knew. If Peter was Tony’s protege, as you’d figured out, it was surprising that they hadn’t spoken. It had been days.

“Oh, you should ask Peter,” you breathed. “He’s the one telling lies left and right,” you said, Tony’s frown faltered for a second.

“What?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Keeping secrets if you know what I mean,” you sassed before you took another sip of your wine.

Now you had the upper hand.

“I…”

“I know, dad,” you replied while raising your eyebrows.

Harry frowned as he tried to get closer. “You know what?” he asked.

“Shut up Harry,” both of you breathed out at the same time. Tony

“I’m just saying that I was blindsided,” you stated. “Now, if you don’t mind. I really don’t want to listen to you screaming at me,” you muttered before you took Harry’s hand and walked out of the room.

“Young lady,” Tony chided but you ignored him while rolling your eyes.

Harry followed suit as you took a cab, knowing that neither of you could even attempt to drive under your conditions. You hadn’t even attempted to sober up, there was no way that you would take your car even if Harry protested. After that, you spent the day together, helping Harry pack until the wine was done and then both of you took showers, separately, much to Harry’s discontent. The shower helped you cool out a bit and also feel a little less drunk, but it didn’t help to keep Peter Parker out of your mind. It was too early when you were done, so you chased Harry down to his lab where he decided he would continue working until he had to go to the airport.

It’d been a few hours of you reading a book while Harry worked on some things that until now hadn’t truly caught your attention or interest.

“What secret were you talking about?” he asked suddenly after he announced he was taking a break, snapping you out of the pages of the book.

“It’s none of your business,” you muttered while looking back at the book, Harry smirked as he continue to look at his phone uninterested.

“Do you remember making out with Jake Gyllenhall?”

You sighed at the memory. “Not really,” you lied.

“Me neither, but it seems like he enjoyed it,” Harry replied.

“Ugh” you muttered as you recalled that apparently, you were trending with the events that had unfolded. “What’s the hashtag?”

“#howbadcanastarkgirlget” Harry winked with an amused smile while you blushed deeply.

“God,” you groaned as you placed your hands over your face.

It was worse than you’d thought. It’d been a while since you’d been a really big trending topic, you’d tried to erase your footprint on the internet, just having an Instagram where you had stopped posting on it when the Civil War, as people liked to call it happened.

“I like it,” Harry murmured as he got closer to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hands away from your face. “The way that I liked doing this,”

He leaned forward and you didn’t stop him. You wondered if it made you a bad person to kiss Harry after what had happened to Peter, you wondered if Peter had kissed other people as Harry’s hands dropped your wrist and his hands came to cup your face. His lips touched yours with urgency, it might not be what you wanted but you kissed Harry back. Harry’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip, his fingers sliding up into your hair and curling into your roots while you parted your lips and he slide his tongue against yours.

It was slow and hot, Harry moved you so he could be between your thighs and pressed against yours. He moved his tongue against yours, taking your top lip between his as you grabbed him by the neck kissing him harder. Thinking that if you kissed Harry hard enough, the image of Peter Parker smiling at you after your kiss might disappear.

It didn’t.

You pulled away suddenly, breathing hard. “Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just confirmed not in the mood,” you shrugged.

Harry smirked. “Was worth a shot,” he muttered before he pulled away with a smile and went back to his things.

“Right,” you said as you eyed Harry curiously as he typed some things so the robots in front of him would start with a certain process.

You hadn’t put any attention to him during that time in the lab, focusing on reading a book that you had nearby to spend time with him in the meanwhile. Harry liked robotics and tech, for sure but he also had inherited the passion of his father: genetics.

You honestly didn’t like to fuck with that.

“What’s this?” you asked as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and walked towards him.

“Might increase your strength about 800% percent, the military loves it,” Harry replied with a smirk on his face while he annotated some things in his notebook.

“Of course they do,” you scoffed while you passed a hand through your hair and started to read his screen and then his notes. “They wouldn’t be needed any armor or guns, just themselves.”

“Exactly,”

As you continued to read something stopped you dead in your tracks. Your breath hitched as your eyes passed through the words

Side effects: Violence, aggression, and insanity.

“This is dangerous you know that, right?” you asked him seriously, you frowned as you saw how Harry shrugged.

“Sorry, mom.” he mocked you. “I would really like your opinion on this though,”

“You know I don’t do genetics,” you muttered.

As long as you could remember, Harry wanted you to check out things within Oscorp and often you helped with anything that had to do with tech and robotics, just not genetics. Your dad had warned you against it since you were very young, he often said that you should mess with everything that you want except that.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Harry scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, taking it as your cue to leave him. “Nice one, Harry” you grumbled as you took your book. “I’m out, have fun in Ibiza”

“I will!” Harry called as you walked out of the lab.

When you arrived it was already dark, people were already commuting back home except for something that you truly disliked the paparazzi. They were waiting for you, you could tell. Either if you were going out again or entering, they wanted to see you. Especially now that you were sure that anything that had your face printed on it would sell fast.

But you knew that you also had to reap what you sowed. You thank the driver with your eyes barely open as the flashes of the cameras blinded you for a second as you tried to steady yourself as you walked towards the main entrance. People were screaming your name and cornering you, it made you want to cry as you recalled how you’d gotten lost that one time with Tony.

But then, you felt a hand grabbing you and you snapped your eyes wide open and there he was.

Peter Parker, holding you. Your heart felt as if it was on your throat as you stare at him but he quickly tugged you, pushing the paps away as their roar got louder, questions being shouted as Peter pulled you away from the crowd and allowed you to get into the building without any more hiccups. It was until you entered and the doorman had closed the door that you realized that he was there.

“Hey, are you okay?” Peter asked as he got closer to you, he still smelled like cinnamon and honey. He still ran hot, his voice still made you tremble.

You wondered for a second how long he’d been waiting for you or if you’d just crossed paths and he came to work. He looked pretty with a hoodie on and his jeans, his curls in disarray and you froze in place as you stare at him.

You considered kissing him, telling him that you’d missed him even though you weren’t together. Nonetheless, you go with your second option: kicking him to the curb.

“Go away, Peter” you complain as you walked towards the elevator, pushing past him.

“Y/n, don’t,” He pleaded as he walked behind you.

“Go home,” you snap at him, as the elevator door opened but he still followed you to the elevator.

You curse as you watch him staring at you.

“Just, let me explain to you,” he says gently as he stares at you, reaching out again. “Please,” he pleaded as the elevator opens to the house.

You walk away but Peter rushed to your side, grabbing your wrist and that’s when you snap. “Get the fuck away!”

Snapping it’s the only way that you can describe it, you look at him as he drops his hands back to his sides and stares at you. A look of hurt flashes through his features before he frowns, as he stares up at the second floor of the place.

“Keep your voice down, Morgan’s already asleep,” he whispered as he checked around to confirm that no one had woken up.

Your eyes met his. You study the concern on his features, and at least, you conclude he has the nerve to show up here; even if he’s extremely late. Part of you, you recall, wanted him to chase you through the clubs and find you. Maybe, that’s why you’d been so wild these last few days, maybe your drunk self thought that you could call his attention as you trashed around New York City.

It was pathetic.

And yet, you knew that you were happy he was there.

“Come,” you muttered as you walk to your room.

Peter didn’t say anything, he simply followed suit. Even, when you close your door and you stare at him, waiting for him to say something. You rolled your eyes and is until then that Peter realizes that he’s a bit of an asshole. He’d been waiting for you all day, waiting for you to come in, he’d tasked Karen to help him if she detected that you arrived. Even, when Tony was chewing him off, he wasn’t thinking about anything else but you.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed as you stumble to your bed, still on a dress that you’d been wearing for a while.

Peter stayed there for a second, nodding as if to give himself the courage to say it.

“I didn’t want to lie to you,” Peter answered truthfully. “I just want to explain to you what happened. I want you to know the truth, I don’t expect you to forgive me, I truly don’t but…” I want you to forgive me, he thought.

“Then, why did you do it?” you asked, with furrowed eyebrows as you watch him walk towards the bed with you.

“Tony told me not to and when I met you and I also knew I shouldn’t,” Peter whispered as you wait for him, studying his features. “I don’t tell people about what happened to me,” he then breathed out truthfully.

You figured he was talking about how he’d gotten his powers. You’d been also thinking about it non-stop since you realized who Peter was, you’d thought about it throughout the days when the music wasn’t too loud to think or you weren’t too drunk to forget.

“The people that know simply find out, I… my uncle,” Peter struggled to find his words, you see how he fiddled with his hands in his lap, not looking at you but you feel the heaviness of his words. “It was my fault and a lot of other people have been hurt because of me, because of what I am now and,” his voice gave out as he looked at you, tears pooling in his eyes.

It suddenly broke your heart.

“Peter,” you whispered as you, maybe too fast, grabbed his hand softly. Leaning towards Peter, you wondered if you were too weak but you honestly also knew that you didn’t care as soon as Peter looped his arms around your hip bringing you closer to him.

“I didn’t want you to get into that,” he whispered as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, still holding his hand. “Even if you already were, it’s bad.”

“If anyone should know about what it’s like it’s me,” you huffed and Peter simply nodded.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you, you’re just too important for me,” Peter replied honestly as he cupped your face.

You stared at him for a second, you wondered how on earth could your heart beat so erratically for this boy, how on earth how you could’ve fallen so hard but it didn’t matter. You knew you shouldn’t overthink it, part of you knows that this was something that shouldn’t be so hard for you, to restrict yourself but those pretty caramel eyes were looking at you as if you were an angel.

It was as if gravity was pulling you against him.

He leaned quickly forward and captured your mouth in a kiss and you didn't pull back. Instead, you melted against him as you pressed your lips against him. Peter cupped your face as you linger your arm around his neck before you pushed yourself up and swung one leg over his hip, straddling him without breaking the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, holding you against him with his hand on the back of your neck.

The kiss wasn’t as feverishly and hungry as the ones you’d shared before, it was soft but passionate. You ground yourself ever so slightly against him, feeling Peter already as you let out a soft breath. His lips were already on your throat as you feel drunk on him. Peter’s gentle as he squeezes your legs and pushed you against him and you gasped at his lips.

That was what hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you didn’t stop right now, you knew what would come next. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop and even if you won a wager with Harry, you also knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back from your feelings for Peter Parker.

And you weren’t ready for that.

“Wait,” you muttered as you pushed him away, climbing down off him. “I’m not,” you struggled to get your words out as you stumbled on your bed.

“What?” Peter breathed out as he tried to hide how his pants were growing uncomfortable.

“I’m not ready,”

Peter’s eyes widened and you saw the terror in his eyes.“I didn’t want to pressure you,” he assured you as he got closer to you, gently. “I’m sorry,”

You nodded softly, though it made your heart break a bit as you realized that he might’ve taken it personally.

“You’re not but I need you to leave, please.” you pleaded.

Peter made no reply. He didn’t think he’d be able to speak for a second, he felt as if he’d just fucked everything up horribly, worse than ever before. Maybe the people at the party were right, maybe he didn’t belong with you.

Peter nodded softly as he walked from your room and closed your door. You watched him leave as tears pooled around your eyes.

You didn’t sleep that night, not with everything going on.

author's note: omg I've wanted to post this for so long but I wanted to finish chapter 18 first, I'm dying for chapter 20 and I can't wait for your opinion. as always thank you so much if you decide to support me on my ko-fi and leaving any comments or a like or a reblog truly makes me the happiest.

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HE ALMOST KILLED HIMSELF- i mean, i guess that’s a skill too. not everyone can fail at poisoning the wrong cup lmaoo.

i just love the way you show how coriolanus acts with his emotions rather than mind. he deepens the conversation about his mother and sister even though it will hurt- because he is emotional. he doesn’t change his mind about the murder even though her father could be so valuable as a doctor- because he is emotional. coryo doesn’t take action for the most beneficial outcome but the one where he will feel the best.

thank you for advancing the timeline!! i like that the pregnancy is after they both have received their respectable positions. i doubt he would be thinking about a child before becoming the president and she would want to give her all to her first few games as the head gamemaker.

did she know about the murder of her father though? if she didn’t -beforehand or right after-, do you think she figured it out? maybe her mother or brother would imply it? how would she feel? what would she do?

okay yes let’s get into this so minor spoilers for the original books series below so i’m gonna cut it!!

so yes firstly i don’t recall if you’ve mentioned having read the books or not but i tried to include what his MO is in the books! literally that he always drinks out of the same cup first so they feel safe to do the same but HE is given an antidote. i get why they didn’t include this in the movies but i do really wish they had!

THEN yes this is an extremely emotional topic for him and i wish i elaborated more on what his real (known or unknown to him) motivations were even in killing her father. i think so much of it was protecting r from him, even if he knew he could truly help with her pregnancy and even the delivery. his need to protect her overrides that “risk”, because i think in that moment of panic, since he didn’t know her father would want to help, coryo couldn’t say yes even if he wanted to because he would be running the new risk of r being upset with him for allowing her father anywhere near her AND their child. but, i think consciously, he didn’t consider it for even a moment even knowing that happened to his mother bc above all, he was not about to let that pos anywhere near his child and he knew you wouldn’t either. discarding his and r’s own trauma, it came down to protecting their son.

moving on to the timeline, you are 100% correct. i put in the tags that it’s 10 years after they left twelve, and by then they would both be well established in their careers and their new home and comfortable with their lifestyle of “fame” (for lack of a better term), where eyes are on them constantly. they knew they had to (and wanted to) have kids but i think timing was very important to them. the one thing i DONT know which i would love to hear your thoughts on is how she would handle her role as head game maker while pregnant. obviously hormones are CRAZY when you’re expecting, and i’m wondering whether or not it would even be in her nature to view the tributes as what they are: children. maybe while she’s pregnant she withdraws from the extremely personal connection she’s developed with her games because she can’t imagine her child going through something like that even before they were born. of course she would have to still control every detail, but maybe she wouldn’t even watch that year. idk. just something that’s been eating away at me lol.

FINALLY when it comes to whether or not she knew, i feel like coryo would tell her not long after, but probably lie. i think he knew that her brother would likely tell her, so he had to jump on that first and come up with a reasonable explanation. he knows she hated her father, but i think just like i mentioned before that he would be scared that she would be upset with him for actually killing the man who raised her. would she be mad? probably not, considering she has helped him cover up murders more than once (mayfair and lucy gray, one of which being extremely personal to both of them), but he couldn’t be careful enough because he loves her so much that he can’t fathom her being any kind of upset toward him or his actions. i think coryo would take the route of telling her he died of some kind of illness, maybe the flu, taking a play right out of dr. gaul’s book to gauge her reaction. i think r would be skeptical, since she knows every move dr. gaul had in her arsenal, but he would be too scared to tell her outright even if he knew she would see right through it. i don’t think even then they would talk about it. i think she would smile and nod, giving him a kiss on the cheek and they would go about their day as normal. if she was going to be told the full story and find something to be upset about, it would be that he drank the poison first before giving it to her father.

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A Ghost Playing Hangman {J.Seresin} Part 5

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, swearing, Hangman being Hangman

Word Count: 1.5k (Short chapter…don’t hate me!!)

Summary: Ghost was one of the most recent graduates from Top Gun quickly making a name for herself. When she gets recalled with the best of the best, she realizes her work is cut out for her if she wants to make the team. And one of her biggest obstacles is a blonde hair pilot with the world’s most annoying smirk. Will she make the team? And if so, at what cost?

A/N: Part 5 is here and part 6 and 7 are being written now! Next few parts will be longer, promise!! Have zero idea how many parts this will have, but I’m enjoying writing this! Thank you all for your feedback and love I got with the last few parts. Excited to keep this series going!

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Hangman didn’t know what to do. From the moment those words left her mouth, he knew he fucked up. There was a fine line between harmless banter and low blows, and he knew he flirted with that line often. But this was not something he was prepared for. Doing the only thing he could think of, he sat on the ground next to her and pulled her close. One arm was wrapped around her shoulders and the other grabbed a hand, absently rubbing circles on the back of it.

“You’re okay, darlin’. I’m right here.” He checked her pulse every so often to make sure it was steadily going down, but he could feel her shaking like a leaf. Only one time in his life had he ever felt this type of panic and he vowed to do everything in his power to never be that vulnerable again. Now the thought of potentially causing panic in someone else filled him with guilt.

He waited there, patiently for her to come down from that horrible high, praying no one else wanted to be early. He didn’t care if the others saw him like this, he didn’t want the others to see her at her breaking point. She worked the hardest out of them all and to see her broken like this wouldn’t be good for anyone.

It was something that would haunt him for a long time coming.

You started to become more aware of your surroundings, vaguely aware someone was with you. It had been a while since you’ve had one of these and you can’t say it’s pleasant. Your vision was starting to focus again, and you felt a body holding you close.

“That’s it. Nice even breaths.” Jake Hangman Seresin of all people had to be the one to find you like this. You let out one last deep breath before you broke out of your haze, “This is embarrassing.” Hearing your voice made the man next to you jump and move away some. The sudden lack of contact upset you more than you were willing to admit. You watched as he got up from the ground and sat on the bench in front of you. The look on his face was something you couldn’t quite place. Concerned? Upset? It wasn’t his usual cockiness, so it was hard to decipher.

“Are you feeling better?” Not the words you expected to come out of his mouth. You looked down, not wanting him to see the flush of your cheeks. “Yeah. Thanks.” A heavy breath came from him, causing you to peek up at him.

“When I said what I did that night, I didn’t mean to cause all of this.” His words confused you and you gave him a small head tilt as you tried to place what he was talking about. He came to the realization that you were not following along and explained. “That night you came to chew me out about not communicating I told you that you needed to be better. Then the next day you are out here running laps and running yourself into the ground trying to do exactly what I said.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling. “When I said to be better, I didn’t mean to run yourself into the ground doing it. Sweetheart, that was the furthest thing on my mind. But when you said you were the reason he was killed, it all clicked and I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Your heart nearly stopped when he said those last words. You didn’t realize you said what you did during the panic attack, and you could feel the anxiety creeping back in. Clenching and unclenching your fists, you tried to focus on your breathing and where to go from here. A secret you had kept close to you was now threatening to be out in the open. One more thing for someone to use against you.

A hand clasped over yours and you looked up with more tears pooling in your eyes. “You don’t have to tell me what happened. I probably don’t deserve to know, but I am sorry. Hell, I don’t think sorry will ever begin to cover it.”

More surprise at his words and him not pushing to know more. You brushed away the few tears that managed to escape and took a few deep breaths. “Thank you. It’s not your fault though. You didn’t know.” Hangman took his hand back and sat up straight on the bench. “Yeah, well I still feel like a piece of shit.”

That succeeded in putting a smile on your face. “The ever so cocky aviator admits to being a piece of shit. I should’ve had a melt down earlier on if I was going to get this kind of reaction from you.”

He chuckled a bit, still not quite back to his old self. You got off the cold floor and ran a hand through your hair. Before Hangman could see what set you off, you closed your locker door, hiding the picture of the man you failed. “What are you doing here this early?” Changing the subject was the best course of action.

“Rooster had a point, which I will continue to deny if you bring it up, and I thought I would put in the extra work. Can’t have you showing me up.” He offered his signature smirk at the end and that’s when I knew we were past what just happened.

“You wish you could keep up with me. I have so many more hours logged compared to you. You’d be lucky to get to fly with me when I become team leader.” He threw his head back and laughed, causing a small smile to break through.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

A few looks of surprise were thrown around when the rest of your group saw not only you, but Hangman walk in from the tarmac. Things only confused them more when the two of you were acting nearly friendly with each other.

Phoenix had sat next to you for the briefing and asked in a hush voice, “Did you suffer from a concussion yesterday, because you and Hangman seem to not hate each other.”

You covered up a snort, trying for Maverick to not hear you while he was talking. “He decided not to be an ass today. We will see how long it lasts.”

And it wasn’t a lie. He had every chance to rub your momentary weakness in your face, but instead took the blame that wasn’t his fault. Your mind drifted back to that conversation and realized that he called you by your name for the first time. And of all things to get you excited, it had to be the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. What did you have to do for him to say it again?

“You’re smiling and it’s creepy.” Phoenix broke you out of your ridiculous daydream and you pulled your attention to the front.

“Just thinking about how Hangman feels threated and had to show up early to not get beat in the race for team leader.” It was her time to smile, and you knew you covered yourself well.

The lightness of the conversation was quickly put to an end when we were told the timetable moved up a week and none of us were ready. For the longest time it felt like we were back in the academy, simply training just to train. The end goal was in the back of all our minds, but it didn’t feel real. Not until now.

We were dismissed for training, and no one was joking around anymore. Even Maverick looked like he was knocked down a peg, with the look of mischief gone from his eyes.

You were nearing your plane when Hangman’s voice stopped you, “Out of all of us, you have the skill to do this. Get out of your head and show them that.” You turned to see him a few steps behind you and nodded your head. “Thanks.” He answered with a wink, and you watched him walk to his plane further down the tarmac. Bradley gave you a questioning look, but you waved him off. He of all people would not approve of what was going on in your head.

Things between the two of you changed this morning and you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about it. Of all the times to get distracted, this was by far the worst. But something about that blond pilot made you feel something you hadn’t felt since that day of the accident. And that was starting to scare you.

A/N: Thoughts? Comments? I love all your feedback! Part 6 and 7 are in the works currently and I cannot wait to share them with you!! Thanks for reading!

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The Couples in T&T Represent Phoenix/Dollie

I played through the second investigation day of Recipe for Turnabout the other night, and it made me realize something properly for the first time.

All of the couples in Trials and Tribulations parallel one another. Honestly, it makes sense that they would - T&T has more canon couples than any other game as far as I can recall. The series typically focuses on familial or friend relationships rather than romance of any kind. But this game in particular has a lot of couples, all of a sudden; there's gotta be meaning to that. And there is.

Every single couple in T&T reflects some aspect of Phoenix's relationship with Dahlia/Iris, and the progression of them as you go through the game reflects his journey as he heals from the betrayal, as well as exploring possible other ways Phoenix's relationship could have turned out instead (both good and bad). In doing so, it also ties in really nicely to the themes of the other two games in the trilogy.

This gets pretty long since there are a lot of couples to talk about, so I'm putting it under a cut. Read on if you like!

First off, here's a list of the couples, in order of appearance:

Feenie/Dahlia (3-1) *

Doug/Dahlia (3-1)

Ron/Desiree (3-2)

Gumshoe/Maggey (3-3)

Tigre/Viola (3-3)

Mia/Diego (3-4)

Terry/Dahlia (3-4) **

Godot/Mia (3-5)

Phoenix/Iris (3-5) *

*I'm counting these as the relationship as it was presented at the time, as well as how Phoenix thought of the relationship. I'll get a bit more into the nuance of Dahlia vs. Iris later.

** This relationship is pretty upsetting in several ways and there's a lot that could be said about it. However, for the purposes of this meta, I won't be really getting into all of that fully, instead briefly discussing the thematic/interpersonal relevance.

There's at least one couple per case (typically two which contrast one another), and no matter how you count up characters, a minimum of 5 reciprocal relationships (meaning established couples, not necessarily reciprocated feelings). Every single one of these relationships has strong importance to the plot, and what's more, we see all of the characters alive onscreen and get to interact with them (with the exception of flashback couple Doug/Dahlia). This is a significant departure from the first two games. In PW, Larry/Cindy is important, and Yanni/Polly has relevance for motivations, but in both examples one of the characters is already dead, and they don't have impacts on other cases. In JFA there's a whole love triangle at the circus centering on Regina, as well as a different sort of percieved 'love' triangle in the final case involving Adrian. Neither of these actually show a reciprocal relationship onscreen, and while you could talk about the ways they contrast one another that's a different post. We get closest with Juan/Adrian and Maggey/Dustin, but again only one person is still alive in both those pairs by the time their cases start. (Granted, I'm not counting Larry's other infatuations or Oldbag's with Edgeworth in any of these metrics. But they have a very different feel, you know?) Even games released after this one don't have the same density of romantic relationships as far as I can recall. This game stands out.

As I said before, I think the reason why is clear: all these relationships reflect Phoenix. For the first time, a main character has a romantic relationship. Not only that, but the player character, the one the series is named after, and the one whose arc this game in particular is meant to tie up. Previous games centered far more around the Feys and Edgeworth's arc, and Phoenix grew in ways related to his relationships with both of them. And that's certainly still true, don't get me wrong, but T&T puts Phoenix's own personal feelings and motivations more front and center via the throughline of his relationship in college and the aftershocks thereof. This is why there are so many romantic relationships... and why they all reflect the central one of Phoenix/Dollie (meaning both Dahlia and Iris). The exception there is Miego, which is significant as well for the fact that this game's prosecutor/rival's entire motivation is tied up in a romantic relationship. And it still ties into some of the themes going on even if not as directly as the other couples.

I'm going to break this down couple by couple, going down the list chronologically by case. Then there's a final wrap-up at the end.

Feenie/Dahlia

This is the catalyst. In the first case, we flash back to when Phoenix was Feenie: quick to fall in love, naive, willfully blind, very emotionally demonstrative, very emotionally vulnerable, dedicated... betrayed.

As far as Phoenix understands his relationship, it was one of deep and real love. The person he knows could never have done the things she's accused of. The person he knows loves him back. Phoenix is willing to take the fall for her even when all the evidence points Dahlia's way, even when she seems to be turning against him, because he believes so completely in the person he knows. He's even willing to destroy evidence to save her. But finally, by the end of the trial, he's forced to surrender to the facts. They don't match up to his perception, and the conclusion we (players on their first playthrough as well as the characters themselves) have to draw is that Phoenix was wrong all along. He was fooled; Dahlia used him and then tried to get rid of him when his usefulness ended. She never cared about him at all, and in fact hates him. She thinks he's an idiot.

This has lasting scars for Phoenix. He is far more closed-off after this case, far more prone to hide his feelings, or at the very least be less demonstrative. He develops a deep hatred for two things: betrayal, and poison. And it seems pretty clear that he has a harder time trusting people, at the very least in a romantic capacity.

In terms of some specific details that later on get echoed: Phoenix fell in love at first sight. His partner lied to him, and he didn't realize for a long time. She tried to poison him. Even when he had lots of evidence, he couldn't bring himself to confront the truth for quite a while.

Doug/Dahlia - BAD END 1

This relationship is the only one in the entire game where we don't get to see and interact with both characters. Nonetheless, this is an important early contrast to Phoenix/Dahlia, in two significant ways.

First, Doug realized Dahlia was up to something, and he broke off his relationship with her. He was able to look past his feelings to become suspicious of her.

Second, Dahlia killed Doug. When he tried to stop her from hurting someone else instead of just keeping his distance from her, he paid the ultimate price.

Doug's entire story is a look at "what could have been" if Feenie had been less trusting of Dahlia in the beginning. But it's a bad end. Doug never came forward about what he suspected Dahlia had done to Diego, possibly because he felt complicit given the poison was his creation (an early parallel to Iris); when he did try to help the second time around, he fatally failed.

Doug trusts evidence over emotion, unlike Phoenix who believed in 'Dollie' till the end. He is at once a cautionary tale of how Phoenix could have been killed by her (/representative of Phoenix's love being 'killed'), and also a kind of model to trust the facts over your feelings. Their relationship reflects Phoenix's feelings of betrayal and reluctant acceptance of the verdict immediately after his trial. As such, it's fitting that we see this couple at the same trial - it represents Phoenix's initial trauma and pain.

Ron/Desiree - IDEAL END

There's already a really fantastic meta about how the Delites parallel Feenie's relationship by @eggpngg, and I don't want to just retread all of what she said. Please go read that post instead - suffice to say, there are parallels between both Phoenix=Ron + Dahlia=Desiree, and Phoenix=Desiree + Dahlia=Ron.

I do, however, want to add on slightly. Just as Doug/Dahlia was a "bad end" for Phoenix, this is a different kind of 'what could have been' scenario. In this case, it's the ending he hopes for. The partner who was lying (Ron/Dahlia) was revealed to have been doing so out of love all along, and was innocent of murder. The partner who fell in love at first sight (Desiree/Phoenix) had their affection returned and their faith in their partner rewarded in the end. Though there were still lies and betrayal, everything turned out okay in the end and they were stronger than ever.

The Delites represent the kind of relationship Phoenix hoped for. They are his last kernel of uncertainty about the trial, the part of him that stubbornly, even after so long, can't help but think about how different the Dollie he knew was from the Dahlia he saw on the stand. It's his wistful daydreaming and doubting, something he wanted but never got. This would be a recurring dream in the time shortly after the trial, as Phoenix dwells on his college relationship.

Gumshoe/Maggey - HOPEFUL END

Gumshoe's affections for Maggey aren't returned. In fact, she feels as though he has betrayed her when his testimony is unhelpful, and is angry at him for most of the trial. However, they are both good people who care about others. Maggey's anger is based on a misunderstanding, and by the end of the trial, Gumshoe's earnest affections and dedication to her is able to reach her. She may not feel the same way, but their relationship isn't broken. And there's hope that she may return his affection in the future (the gifted trenchcoat).

Maggey is Phoenix in several ways: accused of murder, feeling betrayed. But Gumshoe is Phoenix too: he believes in the person he loves, she doesn't love him back, he investigates and learns the truth for her sake. This time around, no one is really playing the role of Dahlia/Iris. Instead, both parts of this couple still represent a better outcome Phoenix wishes could have happened for himself.

However, once we are looking at them purely in terms of metaphor for Phoenix's relationship, Gumshoe/Maggey as a couple is asking for a lot less. Phoenix has over time given up on the idea of a true happy ending like the Delites got. Maybe it's true that Dahlia never loved him. Maybe it's been long enough that he's almost okay with that. But what if she weren't truly all that bad? What if she at least weren't a killer - what if he could have saved her? It's still a hope... just a smaller hope, something more tempered. Phoenix eventually moved on from still being in love with his Dollie; at the same time he never quite got over hoping she truly was the person he knew.

Tigre/Viola - BAD END 2

In the same case that we see Gumshoe/Maggey as a kind of softer hope, we get this couple as a harsh, even brutal, reminder of the reality of how Phoenix/Dahlia turned out. Tigre/Viola are sharply divided in who they represent, for the first time. There isn't any mixup between Phoenix mirroring both people in the couple, or even between Dahlia/Iris really. Instead, for the first time, Iris/Phoenix both share a representative. But I'll get to that in a moment; first, Tigre.

Tigre is firmly Dahlia. His only callback to Iris is when he impersonates another person to cover up his own crime - and that could be seen as relating to Dahlia too, given she later impersonates Iris. Tigre was the first one to approach his partner and initiate a romantic relationship, in an attempt to avoid consequences for a crime he had just committed (car crash/poisoning Diego). He stayed with Viola out of a fear of the consequences catching up to him, but despite her devotion, he looked down on her. Tigre even insulted her as soon as the jig was up, much like Dahlia expressed contempt for Phoenix once she was no longer pretending to love him. Tigre's weapon of choice was poison, just like Dahlia. And just like Dahlia, he used someone's love for him to help him get away with a murder he'd already committed.

Meanwhile, Viola is an amalgam of both Phoenix and Iris (and someone else, but I'll get to that later). She is Phoenix, once again, in that love at first sight. In trusting and believing her partner even against her own doubts. However, this time, that trust isn't warranted, and she's eventually forced to confront that fact. She is betrayed and injured by the one she loves... and all because she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time (car crash/courtroom meeting). She's also Iris - despite knowing what she's doing is wrong, despite knowing Tigre is a murderer, she loves him and wants to protect him from being arrested, so she impersonates someone else (Viola faking being a waitress poisoning someone/Iris being 'Dollie' ).

This bad end comes later for a reason. Because Phoenix has to be the one to help Viola face the truth about Tigre. He's very gentle about it too, guiding her along with evidence in a Psyche-Lock conversation as he says things like, "But do you honestly believe that to be true?" and "Do you want to know what I think...?" leading into him asking her if it's possible Tigre is only with her because he's scared of Bruto. Phoenix doesn't often talk this way. He isn't usually callous or anything, but he generally speaks confidently when presenting evidence, making statements as opposed to questions. But in this moment, he just gives Viola the option gently. He leads her to the truth, just like he was led in his own trial - but not forcibly (unlike his trial). He's obviously empathizing with her feelings in this moment of horrible acceptance.

And then comes this exchange:

Viola: I wanted to believe him... I wanted to trust what Don Tigre said... He said it had nothing to do with my grandfather being Bruto Cadaverini... I wanted to believe he helped me because he cared about me. Not about my grandfather... But I knew... That wasn't really true... Maya: Wow. I'm so sorry. Viola: What he did to get the money was... It was... evil! Phoenix: ...! Viola: He said it was all for me... So I... I helped him...

Viola hands over her medical records, and as soon as she leaves, Phoenix exclaims, "It's inexcusable!" out loud, before going on to think, "(There are two things that I consider inexcusable. Poisoning, and betrayal! Only a coward would hurt people using either of these tactics.)" He's obviously visibly upset, because Maya asks if he's okay. And then right after this, when they meet Tigre, Phoenix gets so angry at him. In the second game, Phoenix mostly got over his tendency to show vital evidence to murderers and reveal his hand too soon, seeing as it never worked out for him (White, von Karma). But he does it again here, and the only reason the evidence isn't stolen from him is because of Gumshoe stepping in. Tigre demands the medical records back, and Phoenix shows them just to tell Tigre he won't be getting them. He brings up the betrayal of Viola's trust. He swears that he'll convict Tigre. It's no longer just about defending Maggey - Phoenix wants revenge this time.

And that's the big difference between this bad ending and the last one. Doug represented the pain Phoenix felt in the immediate aftermath. Viola represents the anger Phoenix feels when all is said and done. The hatred he has for Dahlia, the desire to confront her and get revenge for how much she hurt him. Viola isn't dead like Doug in the aftermath; instead, it's heavily implied that she poisons Tigre in prison, acting out the kind of revenge Phoenix wants to have. (But using a method he considers cowardly and would never do, foreshadowing how revenge isn't his primary motivator even when he gets the urge.)

This is also foreshadowing for Phoenix's urge to defend Iris later on. By merging Phoenix and Iris's roles together here, instead of Iris/Dahlia, Viola opens a path to putting them on the same side for the first time. Thematically we are shifting towards Phoenix/Iris reconciliation and Phoenix/Dahlia enmity, just in time for things to all start fitting together.

Mia/Diego - HOPEFUL BEGINNING

This brings us to the next flashback. Miego stand out among all the other couples in the game, because they actually hold nearly an equal share of narrative weight as Phoenix/Dollie. Their relationship is key to Mia's hatred of Dahlia (which lead to her and Phoenix inspiring one another), as well as motivating everything Godot does after he wakes up from his coma. As such, Mia and Diego don't quite reflect Phoenix's relationship in the same way that all the other couples do. Instead, they hold their own. In fact, some of the other couples reflect them as well, though to a lesser degree that more concerns things echoing what happened to Diego (e.g., an entire case revolving around poisoned coffee).

However, the difference between Miego when they're both alive, and the state of affairs in the present time, is a distinct contrast as well. Miego in 3-4 aren't a couple yet. Instead, their relationship is something hopeful, something that develops out of a comradery and dedication to the truth/justice. Every couple in this game has a relationship that is hurt by lies or misunderstandings. Miego and the Delites are the only established couples where those secrets are entirely about helping the other person, and were forgivable without costing the relationship. Yes, Diego meeting up with Dahlia ends up putting him in a coma and their relationship isn't resumed after that, but we don't see any evidence of Mia resenting him for continuing to work on the case, or anything like that.

Of course, none of that happens yet - that's for later, chronologically in between 3-4 and 3-1. During this trial, Mia and Diego's relationship is most importantly one of equal partners, both supporting and encouraging one another.

Terry/Dahlia - BAD END 3

Every time there are two couples in the same case, they contrast one another, as well as represent one good/bad possibility each. Everything about the Terry/Dahlia relationship is completely different from Mia/Diego.

Miego are just beginning; Terry/Dahlia are finished both as a couple, and also never going to see one another after this. Mia and Diego both want the same things, and work together to get them. In their initial relationship, Terry wanted love, Dahlia wanted money, and she actively sabotages him. When they met again, he wanted the truth while she worked to hide it. Miego are partners. Diego is a bit older, and more experienced than her initially, but they're both adults, clearly mentally on a level and even over the course of just this one trial he begins to start working with and supporting her as an equal rather than a subordinate. Contrast that to the many layers of inequality in Terry/Dahlia, from the pedophilic age gap (20/14) to Dahlia's cleverness vs. Terry being portrayed as slow/possibly disabled (a not-so-great portrayal to say the least), to him being her teacher and her his student, etc.

This relationship of course culminates with both possible bad endings Phoenix later avoids in his trial: Terry refuses to admit the truth that Dahlia betrayed him, and dies from drinking poison on the stand. Phoenix comes alarmingly close to both outcomes, but manages to escape physically/legally unscathed despite the trauma he experiences.

Neither of the couples in this flashback case directly correspond to Phoenix's recovery from/emotions about his relationship with Dahlia after the fact. That makes sense given that it is a flashback set before he even was in said relationship. However, they both represent one final "what could have been" contrast, one Phoenix learns about when he is in the hospital, preparing to defend Iris in court. Before he learns the full truth of the matter, he gets one final look at how things could have gone for him. Either a supportive partnership (what he wanted, but which could never happen with Dahlia), or a dismal end (what he nearly got).

Godot/Mia - BAD END 4

The thing is, as soon as he learns about Miego, Phoenix realizes who Godot is. And while he may not instantly know that he was the one who killed Misty and why, as soon as he knows Diego's identity, seeing Godot prosecute Iris has got to be ringing alarm bells. Godot at the very least could be drawing the same connections between Dahlia and Iris as Phoenix. (In fact he's way ahead of him for a while.)

Mia/Diego doesn't get to remain a simple "what if" of a happy couple for Phoenix. As soon as he realizes who the people involved are, he knows they ended in tragedy as well. But Godot's storyline doesn't represent a possible bad end for Phoenix/Dahlia back in the day anymore. Instead, his actions which lead to 3-5 are a continuation of what we saw with Viola/Tigre in 3-3. We're picking back up on Phoenix's current-day emotional arc, and Godot is following in Viola's footprints in one very specific way. He is obsessed with getting revenge on Dahlia (remember, Tigre = Dahlia. As I said, that distinct split there was significant in multiple ways, and Viola parallels one more character).

And Godot is the final bad ending. Sure, he gets his revenge... but it's at a terrible cost. A cost that both he and others are forced to pay. This is what comes of being more focused on the anger and pain you feel, instead of moving on and focusing on the people you still have. The comparison can go even farther because just like Phoenix always has a client he is protecting, Godot was 'protecting' someone in Maya. The plan that he/Misty/Iris use is bonkers and not the best way to keep Maya safe at all, but as @queergodot said once, that's kind of the point. It makes sense for all three characters, and for Godot specifically, it's clear that his drive to protect Maya got twisted up in his wish to be the one who protects her (a different thing than making sure she is protected) and of course his hatred of Dahlia and desire for revenge. Godot/Mia in the final trial is the counter to Phoenix/Iris in the same trial, because once again we have a bad end and a better one.

Phoenix/Iris - TRUE END

Phoenix finally learns the truth at the end of the game. His intuitions/hopes were never wrong, exactly: the woman he loved wasn't the Dahlia revealed to him in the courtroom. Iris loved him back, and would never have tried to murder him. And yet, the betrayal he felt was just as real. Iris knew what Dahlia was up to and willingly went along with it. She lied to Phoenix for their entire relationship, and then was too afraid to admit the truth to him in all the years since. Just like Doug, her inability to admit to her complicity in her first crime with Dahlia put her in danger later.

Phoenix learning the truth and protecting Iris is the better end than what happens to Godot and Mia, but it's not a good ending. It's at best hopeful, and if we take the following games into account it's clear they never resume any kind of romantic relationship after this. That's not really any surprise, though. If we follow the 'good ends' leading up to this point, they have been getting less and less hopeful for that. It's been years, and Phoenix is no longer in love with Iris. But he still cares deeply for her, and for what they had. This 'true ending' is most importantly closure for him. It marries together the evidence/facts of the case with what Phoenix's intuition/heart always said. He wasn't wrong to doubt; he also wasn't wrong to accept the facts. Everything makes sense now, everything is out in the open, and he can finally move on.

Phoenix and Iris somewhat contrast Mia/Diego in this final case, by being on the same side. It isn't immediate, far from it... for a long time Iris refuses to fully cooperate despite allowing Phoenix (well, first Edgeworth) to defend her. But she does agree to be defended, she listens to Edgeworth's request that she tell Phoenix the truth, and later does in fact do so as much as possible without betraying Godot, before finally being ready to tell him all after the trial is over. In contrast, Mia and Diego are literally on opposite sides of the courtroom; as soon as they begin to work together even somewhat it's the 'death' of Diego as it leads right to what he did, whereas Iris cooperating helps Phoenix win the case. When Diego finally admits the truth, it's an admission of guilt, not innocence. Neither pair are exactly a team of in-sync partners like Miego were in 3-4, but Phoenix and Iris at least come closer to having a 'positive outcome' (though honestly, the death of Godot and resuming the identity of Diego is much healthier ending for his character than escaping repercussions would've been).

Really though, far more than 3-4 (generally more of an outlier case), both of them follow 3-3 better. Phoenix could have gone down the same route as Viola (is implied to have) and Godot did, becoming wrapped up in revenge. But just as, even in the midst of his anger, he felt so much compassion for Viola helping Tigre out of love, so too does his compassion for Iris win out over his anger towards Dahlia. This is what shifts Phoenix away from the track leading to a final bad end, and instead lands him on something much closer to the resolution of Gumshoe/Maggey from the same case. While Iris is actually guilty of crimes other than murder, and so doesn't walk free at the end like Maggey did, she's not guilty of the crime of trying to kill Phoenix, the most central one to their destroyed relationship. In the end, just like Gumshoe/Maggey, the misunderstanding is cleared up and they end on positive terms. In the final visit to the Iris in the detention center, there's even a hint that he may still have feelings for her, just like we got a hint that Maggey may feel something for Gumshoe. Neither turns into anything in this game (and indeed ever, for Feenris; I believe there's room to read into Magshoe in AAI but it's still not like a confirmed thing), but they don't really need to, because that isn't the point.

The point is that closure. The truth. And choosing compassion over anger. That's the final culmination of Phoenix's arc, and while it does result in Dahlia losing one final time and that's very satisfying, the most important thing is reconfirming his dedication to truly protect people and ensure justice. Justice, not revenge, even when the lines may start to get blurry between the two.

Wrap-Up

Phoenix loved Dollie, and was betrayed horribly. In the immediate aftermath he felt deeply hurt (Doug/Dahlia), though a part of him still longed for it all to have been a mistake and for things to end happily (Delites). As time passed, he eventually got over being in love, but still couldn't completely let go of the idea that she hadn't been evil (Gumshoe/Maggey). At the same time, the pain he felt slowly transitioned into anger for all she'd put him through (Viola/Tigre). Finally, he learned the further truth and saw how much more was lost than he ever knew (Mia/Diego) as well as how much worse things could have been for him (Terry/Dahlia). He learned the last missing piece of the story and gained closure at last, choosing compassion (Phoenix/Iris) over revenge (Godot/Mia).

All the couples in the game tie in really well to his arc (with Miego as one partial exception). And not only that, but this storyline helps to conclude the trilogy by marrying themes from the first and second game together. In PW, Phoenix is driven by a belief in Edgeworth that initially flies in the face of the person he's become. It's 'I know my Dollie would never do that' in another guise, and while that faith is justified somewhat, it only goes so far. In JFA (as well as RftA, honestly) Phoenix is confronted with the limits to that sort of belief/motivation. @96percentdone wrote a really good meta about the themes of JFA, I highly recommend you read it. Not going over everything he already said again here, but in the end Phoenix's choice in the Engarde trial shows him the limitations of saving everyone and forces him to choose the truth. T&T now takes both those ideas and first pits them against one another in Phoenix's trial, before resolving the conflict in Iris's trial. We go from "heart" to "truth" to finally, both together instead of being in conflict.

#ace attorney #aa meta #phoenix wright #feenris #phoenix/dahlia #doug/dahlia #delites #magshoe #tigre/viola #miego #terry/dahlia #my meta

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Pretend to Be Nice - 5 - Nothing Will Come of That

The Almighty Johnsons - Anders & female Reader 5,098 words

Summary: Anders realizes he's not getting what he wants, and decides to take matters into his own hands. Meanwhile, you've gone home with someone else. When Anders shows up at your door, things escalate until you both cross lines you hadn't expected to.

CW: 18+ Casual sex (discussed/attempted), Bragi powers, unprotected sex.

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Anders rubbed his eyes aggressively, then leaned against the wall outside the bog.

Horny and confused, he let out a frustrated sigh.

This is ridiculous.

He had taken that blonde chick to the men’s room, but hadn’t been able to follow through. Every touch was a poor imitation of the lust he’d felt when dancing with you. Every kiss and moan had come from the wrong lips. Instead of losing himself in the comfort of getting his end away, he’d grown increasingly irritated by the encounter, until finally he’d Bragi’d the woman into leaving him alone.

He sprayed some breath freshener into his mouth to get rid of the taste of her lip gloss, then shifted uncomfortably, glancing down the dim hallway toward the lights and slightly-muffled music of the dance floor.

Were you still dancing with that stupid mortal, or had you left with him to have a better time elsewhere?

The god inside him was telling him to find you, order whatever guy you were with to piss off, and then claim you as his own.

Would that even work?

He was no longer sure if he had ever interpreted your reactions properly, the whole time he’d known you. He hadn’t known you were in love with him before you’d said so; he’d had to ask you if you were friends; and he’d thought you were hot for him right before you’d walked off to pash some stranger.

He sucked in a sharp breath, nostrils flaring as he started marching back out to find you.

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You chewed your lower lip as you stared out the passenger window.

Stacey waited a minute before breaking the silence, glancing over at you from the driver’s seat. “So what happened?”

Your voice was strained and low.

“I don’t think I can do this, Stace.”

She frowned. “Do what?”

“Be friends with him. I thought…”

You groaned, pressing your forehead against the cool glass of the window, hoping to ground yourself after a confusing series of events.

“I thought I’d miss him too much if I cut him out entirely, but watching him take some strange woman aside after having his hands on me all night… I feel like I’m gonna chunder.” “Well, chunder out the window. Olaf doesn’t know I took his car.”

Distracted from your own misery, you raised your brows as you watched the city lights go by. “You stole his car?”

“Borrowed! I would have asked him, but once he’s asleep for the night it’s impossible to wake him, so… What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

You let out a laugh, which made her do the same.

You looked over at her, hoping your expression conveyed the deep gratitude you felt for her friendship. “Thanks for picking me up.”

Stacey reached out to squeeze your forearm. “Anything for you, babe.” “Ta.”

“I dunno if it helps, but- I’m sure he doesn’t mean to be a prick. To you, anyway.”

You frowned, instantly defensive on his behalf despite knowing what he was like. “What d’you mean?”

“Just that- well- It’s Anders. He roots around. It doesn’t mean anything to him. And it’s not like he knows how you feel.”

You hummed, feeling another bout of nausea. But he does know how I feel.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Talks about you? He’s always searching you out at parties, following you around like a puppy… So, I don’t think he’d want to push you away, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed heavily.

You recalled the way he’d gone after you that one night at Michele’s, to sort things out when he’d thought he’d upset you. Him taking you home when you’d been drugged at Axl’s party shortly after. The way he’d sought you out over and over since, never pushing you away.

“He wants to be friends. But I…”

“You want to be more.”

“I’m not being fair to him… Acting like I’m his friend, when that’s not what I want.”

“Well, there is an alternative…” Stacey teased.

You shook your head. “Anders doesn’t have partners.”

“Neither did Olaf. Maybe he just needs the right woman? Or goddess?”

You grunted non-commitally. Clearly that’s not me, since I already told him how I felt.

“I think you’d be good for him.”

“Yeah right.” You shut your eyes, wincing as you pictured him again, stomach churning. “Let’s just drop it, eh?”

After having no luck finding you anywhere in the crowded club, Anders spotted Axl leaning against the bar.

He nodded as he got Axl’s attention. “Hey.”

Axl grinned. “Hey!”

“How goes the hunt?”

Axl shrugged. “Got a chick’s number, but I don’t reckon she’s the Frigg.”

“And our resident goddess?” “She left.” “With that bloke she was dancing with?” “Nah.” Axl laughed, shaking his head.

Anders tried not to emote the relief he felt. It would be out of character for him to wish you poor luck getting your end away.

“She felt unwell.” Axl’s smile faded. “Probably the shots, now I think of it.”

Anders nodded, brows raised, then looked around. “Well, I’ve had my fun. Think I’ll call it a night then, if it’s all the same.”

“Yeah!” Axl patted Anders’s shoulder. “All good bro. Think I’ll head out in a bit too.”

“Night.” “Night.”

You poured hot water into a large mug, watching as your teabag floated to the top, leeching color into the liquid.

You had already cleaned up, washing off your makeup and changing into soft pajamas to get ready for what you hoped would be a restful sleep; you sorely needed one given the chaos of thoughts and emotions you were still dealing with.

You ran through various hypothetical conversations in your mind, wondering how best to broach the topic of not going on any more of these Frigg hunts with the boys. Anders would understand contextually, even if he didn’t agree with your decision, but Axl was another matter. You didn’t want him thinking you were rejecting him in any way.

As you debated the ethics of lying to Odin, you were startled by a knock at your door. You couldn’t imagine who would be calling so late at night as you tentatively approached.

The urgent knock repeated, louder this time, and you flinched before looking through the peephole.

Anders?

You opened your apartment door to reveal him standing tensely before it. You weren’t sure what to make of his serious expression as he stared you down.

“Uh- Hi?” “You don’t answer my calls?” “Oh, I-” You gestured vaguely behind you. “Left my phone on silent in the bedroom.”

He narrowed his eyes, unsure if he should believe you, given how you’d avoided him before.

Your confusion gave way to genuine concern. “Is something wrong? Is Axl okay?”

“No- Yeah- He’s fine.” He was both touched and slightly put-out that you were worried over Axl at that moment.

He gave you an obvious look-over, then pinched at the loose fabric of your pj top. “Cute look,” he remarked casually. “Can I come in?”

“Oh- Of course. How rude of me.” You felt your shoulders raising in embarrassment as you stepped aside to let him in.

He strode in, pausing in your kitchen to look around.

The place was small, as you’d said, but seemed to suit you. It suddenly felt wrong to him that he’d never seen it; that you’d never invited him over after you’d been to his place so many times.

You locked up and joined him, still confused about his presence.

“Can I get you anything?” you offered.

He shook his head, settling against the island counter, still looking around the space and not at you.

You hugged yourself, wishing he’d explain why he was there or else leave you in peace. “Okay, well, it’s late, so-”

“It’s a nice place,” he sniped, still avoiding your gaze.

You frowned at the biting tone in his words, unsure what his problem was given that he had shown up uninvited in the middle of the night and still been let in.

You’d left the club to get away from him and the way he made your heart ache, but you weren’t even safe in your own home now. Why are you still doing this to me?

“Ta,” you replied, matching his terse tone. “Do you need something, or…?”

He tucked his lower lip under his teeth briefly, his blue eyes piercing as they met yours.

He didn’t feel like beating around the bush, so he simply didn’t.

“You said before you were in love with me?”

“Er-” You felt the heat in your cheeks and a pit in your stomach as he continued to stare you down.

He read as agitated, wringing his thick hands together to keep them busy, and you noted the way his cheek rippled when he clenched his jaw.

“You in love with me now?”

You felt your eyes prickle with the threat of tears, sure he was about to mock or admonish you based on his combative tone. Your guilt about trying to be friends with him while feeling this way fought with the hurt you felt at his insensitivity.

Still, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing you should lie about. The cat was out of the bag, and trying to stuff it back down was even more pathetic than having let it out to start with.

You nodded defeatedly.

You caught the way his nostrils flared, and you backed up against the counter as he stepped toward you.

Your hands moved up instinctively toward his chest as his own found your waist. You tensed up, caught between wanting to push him off and pull him closer, your fingers hovering just over his shirt.

He stared down at you intensely, each of you meeting the other’s gaze with a confused and vulnerable anticipation.

With his hands on you again, it felt like the gods inside of you were magnetically linked, refusing to let you stop what had felt inevitable all night.

Your lips parted slightly, but you weren’t sure what to say or ask.

Instead, Anders spoke first.

“And why is it nothing will come of that?”

You struggled to formulate a response, so after a beat he took his chances, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You shut your eyes to meet him in kind. The soft, slow kiss swiftly deepened, encouraged by the divine lust you’d barely been keeping at bay.

You whined against his lips as he pulled you closer, your fingers gripping where they met his collared shirt. For a moment, you were lost in the bliss of finally having his hands on you, his tongue meeting yours. It was everything you’d needed for ages, head empty of anything else.

When he broke for air, your brain started to work again and your hands pushed against him in weak protest.

“Anders, please,” you whispered, your voice tinted with heartbreak. “Don’t do this to me.”

He didn’t push it, meeting your gaze with a serious expression even as his body coursed with lust.

“Do what?”

“Use me. I’m not like you; I can’t do this and then go back to being friends. It would hurt too much.”

Despite knowing that, you also knew the line had already been crossed. You’d just finished telling Stacey how you couldn’t keep being just a friend to him.

If he kept on, could you really bring yourself to stop him? You’d wanted him for so long, and his touch woke something inside of you that felt undeniable; bigger than you.

He frowned. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

He cupped your cheek and pulled you close again, but pressed his nose to yours, lips hovering achingly close to your own.

He could sense your hesitation and your desire in equal measure, knowing that if he pushed for it, you’d let him take whatever he wanted from you; but that you didn’t actually trust him with your heart.

That’s smart.

He closed his eyes. “How’s this meant to go?” he whispered.

“What?” You didn’t understand what he was asking you.

“If I was someone else. What steps do we take to get here?”

You were flustered, and you squirmed out of his grip. You backed against the other counter as he stared at you with a pleading, lusty look that made your chest ache.

“Well I- usually I would date someone? Get to know them-” “You know me.”

You nodded, feeling your pulse in your throat. “And,” you hedged. “I’d want to know that we- er, wanted the same thing?”

“What do you want?”

You shrugged, looking away. It was awful, being asked to put your heart out to get stepped on like this.

His hands met your shoulders as he stepped forward. “Be honest with me. What. Do you. Want?”

You blinked at the potency of his words, realizing that he’d used his Bragi tones despite you being a goddess.

“I want… you.” “I’m right here.”

You felt your eyes sting with tears, and looked up, frustrated by being put in this position again. You know what I mean.

“I don’t want a root. I want to be your partner. And- like- monogamous, and- for you to love me, and-”

“Done.”

“What?”

He let go to gesture at himself in protest. “I am actually quite loyal to people who matter to me,” he insisted.

“Anders, what are you-”

“If you want to go on some dates first, we can, but why? You know me; I know you. We’ve shared meals, and watched movies, and gotten munted together before. Can’t we skip all that crap and get to the-”

“You love me?”

He paused and took a step back, licking his lips as fear played on his features, eyes shining in the glow of the pot lights above you as he averted his gaze.

“I reckon? I mean, I think that’s what this is? I’ve never really- I don’t know how it’s supposed to go, but I-” He made eye contact again, raising his brows hopefully. “I like being around you, and I want you to be happy. You’re-” He shifted his weight, fighting the urge to look away.

“You’re important to me. And you’re the most gorgeous woman in Auckland, and yeah- okay?” He shrugged defensively. “I wanna fuck you. But I also wanna just shoot the shit, like we always do, and-”

He winced and groaned, rubbing his nose in frustration with himself, then placed his hands on his hips.

You stared back at him in surprise, unable to reply as your mind processed what he was saying, simultaneously reminded of the only other time you’d seen him tear up like that, or heard the same vulnerable nerves in his voice.

It was ages ago, both a bit drunk, alone in a dark corner of Michele’s yard trading a joint back and forth while he’d told you about how crap his parents had been. That conversation had forever changed your perception of him, and you wondered if that wasn’t when you’d started wanting to show him the love he desperately needed.

Your stunned silence was unnerving, and he couldn’t stop himself from trying to fill it.

“And I want you to tell me you love me again. I just- want you to feel the same way I do, so… I reckon that’s being in love. Right?”

His eyes searched yours.

Say something, won’t you?

“Or, some step along the way to it? Maybe?”

He doesn’t know? You wondered then if Anders had ever been in love before.

He was so unsure, and whether or not he was in love with you, he was clearly baring his soul; putting it all out there for your judgment. Hearing him earnestly say that he wanted you to tell him you loved him again, looking at you like a nervous child, it was more than you could take.

You stepped forward and kissed him reassuringly, your hands cupping his cheeks like a delicate treasure.

His kiss in reply was ardent, his hands gripping at you tightly, desperate for purchase despite your tenderness.

This, he could do. Pouring all his need and desire into his actions, he prayed it conveyed what he feared his words hadn’t gotten right.

He wanted you. He needed you. He hoped desperately that it was enough. That he was enough.

When you broke the kiss, he stared back at you, his cerulean eyes still full of uncertainty, chest heaving as he fought the potent lust he was feeling to make sure that he didn’t do something more than what you wanted.

“I love you, Anders,” you reconfirmed. “I’m completely in love with you.”

You saw a flood of emotion wash over his face and he blinked, trying to fight the wetness in his eyes.

“Then- Can I have you? Can I-” He pursed his lips, trying to stop them from trembling.

You’d never seen him so unsure, the insecurity in his voice breaking your heart. Maybe it wouldn’t last, or he’d change his mind about it, but in that moment you couldn’t reject his earnest pleading.

You nodded. “Yes.”

As though a dam had burst, he claimed your lips once more, pressing against you to pin you against the counter, his hands already moving up your skin beneath your shirt.

You whined and moved to break the kiss, worried he was about to have his way with you in the kitchen. “Bedroom?”

“Sure, whatever,” he agreed hastily, making no move to relocate there as his lips pressed hot kisses up your neck.

A laugh died in your throat as another spike of arousal shot through you at the feel of his warm hand gripping your breast.

“Anders- it’s- this way…”

Slowly you were able to direct him there even as his hands and mouth tried to make purchase wherever they could.

Once you were standing beside your bed, he helped you out of your pajamas with an ease and speed that, in retrospect, you should have predicted.

You worked together to undress him, your fingers carefully opening the buttons of his shirt as he whipped his belt off one-handed.

Soon you were under him on your bed.

He could finally explore your form without barrier, every lewd thought you’d caused in him resurfacing in his mind in a cacophony. His kisses moved down your neck to one of your breasts as he pressed his interest against your inner thigh.

You let out a laugh under your breath at his desperation. “You really get horny again this fast?”

Just what were you getting yourself into with this man?

“What?” He looked up at you, shaking his head to clear his head. “What d’you mean?”

You shrugged slightly. “Just- You took that girl to the bog, so-”

“No, we-” He let out a short huff. “I didn’t root her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, whatever.”

“No, I’m serious.” “I don’t believe you.” “Why would I lie about that?” “So I’ll sleep with you.”

He pulled a face. It hadn’t occurred to him that you would care either way about who had come before you.

Wife type. Right.

“Look at me. You know what I’m like with mortal women. Those roots don’t mean anything.”

You swallowed. “Yeah, I know.”

“So why would I lie to you about whether or not I shagged some chick?”

“Because you… think that’s what I want to hear?”

“Is it?”

“Well I…”

While it was true that you didn’t like thinking of him with other women, it wasn’t like you wanted him to lie to you about it, either.

“I reckon I just want you to be honest with me.”

“I honestly didn’t go there.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanted you.”

“Oh.” You felt your cheeks heat up, feeling foolish for having challenged him.

“Now may I continue?” he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes as his smile brought out his dimples.

“Mmhm.”

He pressed a tender kiss to your lips, which you then deepened. You ran your fingers up the base of his skull and up into his short hair, relishing having him to yourself.

He proved his vast experience, playing your body like a fiddle until you were practically begging for him to get on with it, arching your body up against his.

Finally, he pressed his tip to your entrance, then slowly eased inside while watching your face. Hovering over (and fully within) you, he searched your eyes.

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

Encouraged, he started up a steady rhythm, closing his eyes briefly as he enjoyed the relief the sensation brought.

You reached up to grip at his strong back, wanting to be closer even as you felt yourself creeping closer to your release.

“Tell me again,” he panted, his hand moving down to hook under your thigh, pulling your leg up into a position he preferred.

“I love you, Anders.”

He met your swollen lips with his own, replaying your - now several - admissions of love in his mind as he continued to lose himself in you.

He felt your walls tighten around him, your breath hitching as you broke the kiss. “Again.”

“I- love- you,” you managed, letting out a desperate sound as you reached your climax beneath him.

“Aw, fuck…”

It was more than he could take then, finally spilling his hot seed inside you.

He held himself above you as he caught his breath, then after a moment pulled out and opened his eyes.

You met his gaze, feeling suddenly vulnerable again. Your body was heavy and warm, and pleasantly exhausted, but you didn’t want the moment to end just yet.

“Will you stay?”

He grinned, something devious sparkling in his eyes. “Not satisfied?”

You glanced to the side, feeling your shoulders tense. “I’ve just… missed you lately,” you admitted softly.

When you met his gaze again, his grin had been replaced by a contemplative look, his furrowed brow making you feel guilty for having said so.

He struggled with the swirl of feelings your admission had caused in him.

Missed me?

People didn’t say things like that to him. Not gods and goddesses, anyway. Not his own family, or even Dawn.

“Well. Can’t have that,” he said at last, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting off the bed. “Be right back.”

He shut the door to your ensuite and got himself cleaned up, trying to swallow down the sentimentality he was experiencing.

He rubbed roughly at his eyes, taking a steadying breath.

He didn’t know how to do this. You were so earnest, handing him your heart like this when neither of you knew if he could handle it.

Fuck.

When he came back, you had cleaned up as well. Now you were laying under the covers in the din, and when you smiled as he made eye contact, he couldn’t help but do the same.

He slipped into the bed and laid facing you. You searched each other’s eyes briefly until he reached out to hold you loosely. You ran your hand up his warm arm to grip his shoulder.

“How’ve you been, lately?” you asked softly.

He raised his brows, and you watched several expressions battle it out on his face before he shook his head.

“Uh- Horny? Confused?” He let out a self-deprecating laugh.

You averted your gaze. “Because of me?”

“Not every day a goddess says she loves me.”

You met his gaze again, reading the question in his eyes.

“I do, you know?” you reassured him. “I just want the best for you. I never meant to complicate things between us, or… cause you trouble.”

His face quirked dismissively. “Nah.”

Before you could argue, he leaned in to kiss you, sure and slow.

Maybe it had been a bit troublesome to him, but since it had led you to sharing a bed, he could put that behind him.

His blue eyes met yours unguardedly.

“From the moment I met you, I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever laid eyes on,” he admitted quietly.

You snorted, flattered but somewhat doubtful.

“Really? So why didn’t you try it on?”

“I did, actually,” he argued defensively. “But you were dating that dipshit at the time. And then eventually…” He trailed off, glancing to the side to avoid eye contact. He let out a short sigh, forcing himself to be honest. “You were too close.”

“Too close?”

“We were… Friends. That makes you crew. You don’t screw the crew.”

“Ah. So… What changed, then?”

He knit his brows. “Well you… told me that, and… it made me question some things. Made me realize… it’s different.”

“Meaning?”

His voice raised slightly as he tried to play off his defensiveness.

“Y’know, it’s different. Than say, Dawn. Or… a root.”

You nodded slowly, trying to fight your amused smile. “Different.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Is that good enough?”

“Yes, I’m quite chuffed.” You moved to kiss him and felt him smile against your lips as you did so, relaxing.

You settled again beside him, studying his face in the din.

“It’s different for me, too.”

“Oh? I dimly recall you being rather smitten with your past beau.”

“Mm. But he wasn’t you.”

He smirked. “Bragi.”

“Yes. Bragi.” You smiled. “But more importantly, Anders.”

He winced at your saccharine tone.

“I think I may vomit,” he teased, the amusement in his voice betraying his appreciation of the flattery.

You laughed in surprise, making him do the same. “You’re such a dick.”

You scooched closer to kiss him again, and he let out a happy hum against your lips as he pulled you against himself.

You settled in his hold, relieved and content in a way you hadn’t been since your original confession to him.

“I missed you too,” he admitted quietly.

The next morning you woke to the sound of Anders’s phone ringing.

You blinked blearily as you watched him dig it out of his pants that were heaped on the floor.

“This better be a fucking emergency,” he greeted whoever it was.

You glanced at your clock to see that you’d slept in later than usual - though no surprise after a night of drinking and other activities.

“What? No- Yeah- No, just-” Anders sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be there in an hour, Dawn… No, because I’ll need to get home to shower first- Look, it’s- Right, but I don’t think our clients want me showing up smelling like the club, so- Shower first, and then I’ll be there… Okay. In an hour, then.”

He let out a big sigh as he tossed his phone unceremoniously back on his discarded clothing.

“Crisis at JPR?”

He groaned, but rolled over to hold himself above you. “As usual. Nothing that can’t be handled.”

“Good thing I live so close by, eh?”

“Mm, even if you didn’t. They can wait.” He leaned down to kiss your neck.

You smiled at the affection, then laughed at yourself for being so easily manipulated by him. “Oh my god.”

“That’s me.”

“My Bragi.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, expression growing serious. “Are we ‘dating’ now?”

Your shoulder raised defensively.

“...Yes? If you- still- want to? After-”

He kissed you, interrupting your awkward answer. “I want to.”

“Okay.”

“So you’re my girl?”

Your cheeks burned at the blunt question. He sounded so possessive already; something you hadn’t expected from him given his usual promiscuity.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

He grinned. “Good.”

“And you won’t- er… root around?”

His expression soured. “I would never do that to you.”

“Oh.” You were a bit shocked to hear the offense in his voice. You’d certainly never had examples of him being loyal to other women to give you the impression that it was a given.

“I meant what I said before. I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“Okay.” You nodded, trying not to seem surprised to hear it. “Good.”

He let out a small huff, breaking eye contact for a moment before meeting your still-confused expression with a suspicious one of his own.

“You still in love with me?”

“Yes.”

His body language softened at the way you affirmed it without hesitation.

“I…” He pursed his lips and looked away, not quite able to say it; not sure if it was true or not.

You reached a hand up to cup his scruffy cheek.

“You don’t have to say it. Don’t. Unless it’s true, and you want to. Most people aren’t already in love when they start dating. It’s enough that we’re together.”

“Is it?”

You nodded again. “It means heaps to me. You mean heaps to me.”

“Same to you.” He forced a brief smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead in reply.

He shut his eyes and rested his head against yours. “If I fuck anything up, tell me, alright? I’ll sort it.”

You wrapped your arms around him reassuringly.

“Just be yourself, Anders.”

“Myself is usually rooting around Auckland.”

You snorted. “I just mean- Be honest. You don’t have to force this, or pretend to want something you don’t.”

He hummed, then kissed you slowly and sweetly.

When he broke the kiss, he stared down at you, his usual confidence somewhat restored. “I wanna be with you.”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm. “That’s what I want too, so that works out nicely.”

“Do me a favour?”

“Mm?”

“Can we keep this… just between us for now?”

He watched your smile fade in confusion, and he winced.

“Just- Y’know, everyone will- give us a hard time, and-”

“Ah.” You nodded, understanding what he meant.

The Johnsons were always teasing each other, and if Anders was already going out of his comfort zone, then getting harassed about it probably wouldn’t help the situation.

Plus, if you were honest, you weren’t quite ready to defend yourself to Michele and Stacey either, especially after having lied by omission.

“Understood. Just between us.”

You read the relief on his face as he smiled down at you.

“Ta.” He clucked and glanced away. “I should likely get going.”

“I suppose,” you lamented playfully.

He grinned. “Call me later.”

You smiled. “Sure.”

He licked his lips, unconvinced by your casual answer.

If you were mortal, he’d use his powers to make sure you did. He already felt a bit on the back foot with how this was meant to go, and he didn’t want to look clingy.

“Or- Can I call you later?” he suggested.

“You can call me any time.”

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