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Hello. Can I ask imagine (or headcannons, if it would be more convenient for you) for Mori Ogai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol (separately) and their fem!s/o? Their child is jealous of his mother (s/o) to his father and tries to take all the attention of his mother to himself. Please.
“PAPA GET AWAY FROM MAMA!”
— your child being jealous of dazai, fyodor, chuuya, nikolai and kunikida
a/n: I do hope that this is what you wanted and that you like it <;33
DAZAI OSAMU:
dazai never thought he would be bestowed the blessing or the bliss of having a family, but here he is. he has you wrapped in his arms and he is certain that nothing could feel better than this.
however, it is eerily quiet in this household and osamu guesses it’s because the little devil is asleep, the little devil being his son.
his son looks exactly like you, but my god if the kid doesn’t have the same amount of love dazai has for you then dazai doesn’t know what does he have.
the kid never lets him have his time alone with you and for some reason is genuinely upset whenever you and dazai hug or kiss.
that’s why dazai is making the most out of his time today.
he starts pressing kisses to your shoulder, “it’s been a while, right, belladonna?” your fingers find their way through his hair and dazai smiles instantly, “my pretty wife.”
alas, good things don’t last because the both of your are snapped from your sweet moment by the offended and sob-filled screech of your son.
the kid is balling his eyes out at the scene and starts screaming, “GET AWAY FROM MOMMY!”
dazai’s eyes widen; however, before he responds, you push him away and run to your son to coddle him and calm him down.
dazai pouts but lets it go because his son probably needs the hug.
but, what dazai didn’t expect was that his son would grin and stick his tongue out at his dad.
dazai is flabbergasted, but smiles back.
“she was and is my wife before being your mom,” he whispers and winks pointing at the ring on his finger.
your son frowns and simply huffs, assuming that you’re clueless to what the heck is happening while you’re hugging him.
your, petty, husband also believes that this banter would go unnoticed by you so he sticks his tongue out at his son and his son gasps quietly.
well, they’re both equally stupid cause you obviously know, but oh well.
FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:
never in a million years did he imagine that the person who would challenge him in everything would be his own daughter, his way too smart for a 7 year old, daughter.
today, she saw him hugging you from the back while you were cooking and decided that it’s enough time with you for him.
“father,” she calls out and he hums in response.
“that’s enough time with mom; get away,” she says calmly and he doesn’t look at her and instead tightens his hold on you and whispers, “milaya, you look breathtaking, today.”
you shake your head with a smile and a small, rare chuckle escapes fyodor.
“father, please distance yourself from mother,” she says one last time, patience running out.
fyodor looks at her, “and if I don’t, dear?”
she blinks up at him then kicks him in the shins. he staggers, surprising both himself and you. he looks at his daughter with a frown, “how courageous of you, my dear daughter.”
“cry me a river; we agreed that we each get one hour with mom!” and there comes out the you in her. she smiles the moment you pat her head, signaling for her to go wait for you at the couch.
she bolts there and leaves you and your husband to be. fyodor finally stands up and looks at you with a barely visible pout that has increased in appearances since you gave birth to your dear daughter, “y/n.”
“yes, fedya?”
“our daughter kicked me in the shins.”
you raise an eyebrow, “and you didn’t guess she would?”
“of course, I did,” he looks at her, and somehow your husband who often is known for his intelligence seems like some jealous baby, “but I thought she wouldn’t do it in front of you, at least.”
“well, I didn’t see anything,” you sing and he smirks lightly.
“teaming up on me, are you?”
you shrug, “how can I ever?”
“what a cruel wife you are,” he mumbles right beside your ear and you merely roll your eyes.
NAKAHARA CHUUYA:
sometimes, you feel like you’re a rope being tugged between your son and husband. they are both equally possessive and both have quite the tempers and you have to act like the peace keeper most of the time.
today was no different; however, you have decided to simply watch from the sidelines this time.
“dad! I am gonna marry mom! don’t fight me about it!” your son says confidently.
your husband feels a vein pop, “you little— you can’t marry her! she’s already married to me!”
“no she isn’t!”
“yes she is!”
“what’s your proof?” your son says with a smirk that he definitely inherited from his father, but who’s counting.
your husband narrows his eyes at him and huffs and goes to your shared bedroom. your son giggles and runs towards you, “finally! mom, can I have a hug please?”
you open your arms and your son wastes no time jumping into your embrace making you smile and pat his back. you’re kind of surprised that chuuya didn’t fight back as hard today; maybe you guessed today’s outcome wrong—
you’re quickly proven to have indeed guessed it right as your chuuya appears in all his glory holding your wedding photo, the marriage certificate, and proudly showing off his ring.
your son’s eyes widen, “what is this?”
“the proof that me and y/n are married,” he replied smugly and you sigh.
“w-well, she doesn’t have the same ring as yours!” your son stammers and your husband simply smirks and points at your left hand.
you’ve never heard your son screech so loudly in all his 6 years of living as his eyes lay on your ring.
he jumps away from you, clutching his heart, “mom, what is the meaning of this?!”
“of what exactly?”
“YOU’RE MARRIED TO DAD??” he gasps and you chuckle lightly because if you were to roll your eyes then this house will be turned into ruins.
“honey, I had to marry dad so we can have you,” you smile and chuuya looks as offended as your son.
“HAD TO??”
you side-eye him and he quickly zips his mouth shut and looks away but not without grumbling a couple of curses.
“but that means that I can’t marry you cause you’re already married,” your son says defeatedly as he sits on the floor.
“EXACTLY SO LET US BE!” your husband shouts confidently.
tears well up in your son’s eyes and he bursts into a wail that has your house flooding in a couple of seconds.
you simply look at chuuya, “way to go my dear husband.”
KUNIKIDA DOPPO:
most of the time, your daughter was a daddy’s girl. she always listens to him and a grin is automatically plastered on her face once she sees him.
you can never blame her though cause you have the same reaction whenever you see your lovely husband.
your daughter turned out to be an exact copy of you and both of you share the insane amount of love you have for kunikida.
but there are times where your daughter just wants time with her mama not her dad.
for example, today, you and kunikida were cuddling in the bed, slowly drifting off to sleep. his arms are wrapped around you as he strokes your hair and you feel him press a kiss to your forehead making you nuzzle into his chest.
you feel him smile and you close your eyes to welcome sleep, but you hear a couple of knocks on the door.
your husband sighs softly before sitting up and putting his glasses on, “come in, d/n.”
she slowly opens the door and peaks in, “sorry pa.”
he adjusts his glasses and shakes his head with a smile, “it’s okay; did you have a nightmare?”
she nods softly and perks up at her dad patting the bed. she walks to you two and climbs up the bed, which is quite the travail for her.
most of the time, when she has a nightmare, she squeezes herself between you both to have ‘best of both worlds’ as you say.
so kunikida expects her to sleep between you both like usual, but instead she pushes him away, albeit gently, and sleeps right next you —where he once was— and cuddles close to you.
you pat her head and pull her closer with a smile.
you look up at your husband who had his spot taken from him and giggle at the sight of his small pout.
kunikida watches you guys cuddle and then decides to just lay back down and simply wrap his arms around both of you at the same time. he didn’t train all of that time for nothing.
your daughter whines jokingly, “paaa, I want to be with mom.”
he raises an eyebrow, “is that so?”
she nods and starts squealing and laughing when her father squeezes you guys in a tight hug. both your laughters fill the room and kunikida smiles before saying, “do you not want papa anymore?”
“no no! I want you; please mercy!” she pleads making both you and kunikida chuckle before he finally relaxes his hold and kisses both your and her cheek and the three of you finally succumb to sleep.
NIKOLAI GOGOL:
“quiz time! guess who had his share of y/n today?”
you deadpan, “kolya, I am not a pie.”
“well, you’re certainly as sweet as one,” your husband grins, but both you and your son just gag at the terrible pick up line.
you’ve long got used to his theatrics, after all. your son, though, calls bs on everything his dad does.
“not me,” your son replied with a grin and holds you tighter, sticking his tongue out at nikolai.
“AHAHA! you’re as funny as me, s/n,” nikolai cackles, and you’re sure he is keen on throwing your son off of you any time now.
“but dad, I can’t be funny as you,” your son says dejectedly and nikolai’s eyebrow rises.
“why is that?”
your son smiles, a closed eye smile, before replying, “you’re not funny at all; that’s an insult to me.”
nikolai doesn’t say anything as he pulls your screaming son off you, after quite the struggle.
he walks to the garden and throws him there, “go play with a frog or something; I will have y/n all to myself for the rest of the day. thank you!”
your husband smiles victoriously and is about to throw himself into your embrace until his son reappears right beside you and the boy has a frown that only means one thing.
chaos is about to ensue.
your son starts throwing a tantrum and yelling, “I WANT TO CUDDLE MOM!!”
“no can do, young man,” your husband says shaking his head, “you already got your fair share of mama per the agreement.”
“what agreement?” your son asks, tears still streaming down his face.
your husband puts his hand in his coat and gets out a contract.
the contract reads that your son will only have 2 hours of your attention and time while your husband gets the rest.
“b-but these types of papers need to have signatures of both sides!”
your husband giggles, “your signature is right here, my dear son.”
your son gasps but quickly composed himself.
“oh whatever shall you do now? I rightfully deserve all of y/n’s time—AHHHHH WHAT THE HELL?!”
you come back —after leaving to get yourself a cup of coffee cause this is way too much for you— and find that your son has effectively set the contract on fire.
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Hi. Update of random shit in case anyone cares.
The scary test I was stressed over in the fall when I was posting my last fic? It was the CFP (Certified Financial Planner) exam. Yes, I passed it. The designation requires a bachelor's degree, so I had to go back to school to finish my last 10 classes. Then I had to take 7 more classes that are pre-reqs for the exam. Then I spent probably 700 hours attempting to cram everything you could think of related to personal finance (my god, there is a metric shit ton) into my head. The designation also requires 5,000 hours of experience in the planning field (which I thankfully already had). By the time I passed the test, I was no longer proud of the accomplishment, just relieved to have it behind me.
Work was intensely busy in November and December. I got little reading and no writing done.
I have a WIP featuring the Darcy/Rumlow pairing that has been languishing on my computer since 2020. To be honest, I've mosty forgotten what the conflict driving the plot was going to be. I think I was trying to tie it into the events of Wandavision. Took place after the show and had Monica Rambeau and Darcy kinda sorta working together and trying to figure out what, if anything, crossing the barrier that Wanda had thrown up did to them. Of course, Rumlow is alive and scarred and back with the good guys. And also really annoyed that his recent gunshot wound stuck him on desk duty watching the nerds complete their physicals as part of employee onboarding. Darcy doesn't want to have gym class with Rumlow, and Rumlow doesn't want to be there either but he's also kinda into the sassy brunette who tried to sweet talk him into passing her without making her run a mile. In the chapter or two I did write, the banter between Darcy and Rumlow was so fun, so I'd love to go back to it and try to move it along.
I got sucked into reading Draco/Hermione fanfic recently. Blame those damn Snow edits from the latest Hunger Games movie. Guys, I have never read those books or seen the movies, but blonde Tom Blyth is looking like the fanfic Draco of my dreams. How dare. This rabbit hole led to me deciding I needed to write a Dramione piece. It's maybe 6 pages and has gone nowhere even though I have a vague idea of the plot. My muse is struggling.
I found my old folder of all the fic I wrote in the past 20 years. There are still a couple hockey fics I haven't posted to AO3. There are also Anita Blake fics (I was a hardcore Anita/Edward girlie) and Harry Potter fics (don't cancel me but I used to write Snape/Hermione; NO student/teacher stuff though). I think I have an old Doctor Who fic featuring Nine/Rose (yes, I'm a Nine girlie). And a very old Forgotten Realms fic that paired Catti-Brie up with Jarlaxle. Look, I don't know. It was ages ago. With the exception of the hockey fics, I do not think any of these are of the same quality I've posted on AO3, but I've been toying with the idea of trying to clean them up and posting them so more of my work is archived together instead of spread over various fan sites. Does anyone have any interest at all in reading this shit? Like, at all?
I decided 2024 is going to be my book binding era. I bound isthisselfcare's Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love a couple weeks ago. I did all the typesetting with the help of some macros. Printed it, folded the signatures (the booklets that comprise the book), sewed them together with waxed linen thread, glued the text block together with some mull, and used chip board and book cloth to make the case. It feels and looks like a book, y'all! I could do a better job with lining the signatures up when punching the holes for sewing and with the measurements on the case, but overall I am pretty proud of it. If anyone is interested, I can link a nice tutorial series on TT and/or post progress pictures I took during my book binding experiment. I have to say, it's exciting to have the ability to put my fav fanfics on my physical bookshelf.
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Wildin' in Detroit
Hey y’all! This is a rewrite of an older Detroit: Become Human work that I had uploaded to AO3 sometime last year. I hope you guys enjoy this work of fiction, and keep in mind, this fic isn’t meant to be taken seriously, just a fun little story. Reader is gender-neutral in this with they/them pronouns. Let me know if you want anything! :)
Word Count: 912
Warnings: Alcohol Consumption (of legal age)
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They had just gotten off of work at a quaint bookstore in the center of Detroit a couple of hours ago, and their friends, Hank, Connor, and Gavin, had just gotten off of a shift at the Detroit Police Department. After a couple of moments of deciding, they decided to text them about some plans that they have considered.
Hey y’all, would you guys be down for some food at Biggie’s? Think it’d be fun to have a little night out this Friday.
Yeah, I’ll be there in about 10 mins. Connor is coming along too. - Hank
Read 6:48 by Gavin
They showed up at Biggie’s a couple of minutes after 7, the music already making the place livelier, along with the scent of savory foods, and laughter from the crowd of people. Dim lighting set the place up for a feeling of something so serene, and yet alive. A dream-like haze in a way.
Hank showed up with Connor alongside him a couple of minutes later, spotting them sitting in a booth near the back of the restaurant.
“Hey kiddo! Sorry for leaving you here all alone for a bit.” He sat down in the booth and smiled. “Are you doing alright?” he asked politely.
“No, yeah I’m alright Lieutenant,” they responded. “What about you? Hopefully the Detroit traffic didn’t slow you down too bad,” they laughed.
“Nah, don’t worry about me, I made it here in one piece.” Hank shrugged.
The music continued to float through the air, a generic top 50’s hit humming in the background of the now crowded restaurant. Buffalo chicken wings and some refreshments made their way to the table by Connor, and Hank thanked him for it. They all sat there in silence, sipping their drinks, enjoying the atmosphere of a warm Friday night in Detroit.
“Hey, guys! Sorry I’m late.” Gavin said as he sat down in the booth. “Detroit traffic got to me.” Hank rolled his eyes at him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever Reed.” He took a sip of his drink.
Gavin eventually got up and out of the booth to get a drink at the bar, leaving Hank and Connor with them.
“You look like you’re enjoying those chicken wings Lieutenant. They must be appetizing,” Connor said with a soft smile.
“Damn straight! You can’t find these anywhere but Biggie’s.” He said as he finished the last of his wings.
A couple of minutes passed by and Reed was nowhere to be found yet. It seemed eerily quiet at the table without his banter and complaints about seemingly anything, and the music playing in the restaurant over the silence didn’t help.
“Hey uh,” Hank started, “does anyone want to check up on Reed to make sure he didn’t start a fire or something?” he chuckled looking at Connor.
“Sure thing Lieutenant, let me just run a scan of the—”
“Howdy partners! How are y’all doing on this beautiful night?” Gavin said over-enthusiastically in a southern accent.
“Hey Reed. Quick question, how much did you already drink?” they questioned.
“None! I’m just living my life!”
Connor looked at him skeptically, “My scans indicate that your BAC levels are higher than sobriety,”
“Damn, robocop got me there,” Gavin sighed, “but I have a wonderful idea.” He smirked.
“Oh god Reed, it’s never a good idea if it comes out of your mouth.” Hank groaned into his palm.
Gavin chuckled, “You wouldn’t believe it old man! My ideas are masterpieces!”
Hank sipped on his beer quietly while Gavin continued giggling for a while. He wasn’t usually this giggly, his facial expressions consisted of a stale frown or a blank stare.
“C’mon Reed spit it out, what got you cracking up and sounding like a hyena?” they asked.
“Why since you asked, why don’t you join me in the honors of singing some karaoke with me?” He stuck out his hand as he got up, stumbling a little.
“No thanks, I’d rather not make a fool out of myself to ‘Superman’ by Eminem,”
“Why thank you for the song recommendation,” he smiled. “Now let’s get to singing!”
They looked back and saw Hank chuckling to himself while recording this on his phone, while Connor sat there observing the scene in front of him. The beginning of the song started to play, and people moved their attention to the karaoke machine near the center of the restaurant. Whistles and cheers started up as the song progressed further.
“You high, baby?” They started off.
“Yeah…” Reed continued with a smirk.
“Yeah?”
“Talk to me…”
“You want me to tell you something?”
“Uh-huh,”
“I know what you wanna hear.”
Both Gavin and them sang that part at the same time, making each other lose their composure for a quick second.
“I know you want me baby, I think I want you too.”
“I think I love you baby!” Gavin hollered with an embarrassing voice crack. Hank was sitting hunched over, and dying of laughter. Connor lost composure as well, his smiling lighting up and his LED a spinning yellow trying to process the situation.
After what seemed like hours, the song came to an end, and the four of them walked out of the restaurant. The cool air helped Gavin sober up a bit and calmed the rest of them down from their laughter.
“Hey guys?” Gavin started, “you guys aren’t going to remember this, right?”
“Remember this? No totally not,” Hank said sarcastically.
“M’kay just wonderin’,” he smiled dumbly.
#detroit: become human fic#gavin reed#dbh gavin reed#dbh x reader#dbh connor#dbh hank#dbh fic#detroit: become human#superman - eminem#karaoke#oh hot dog!#Spotify#gavin reed fanfic
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Thanks for tagging me @judgeverse ❤️️
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
16
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
108,855, almost all of that coming from this year as I spent the last few months of last year getting back into writing by telling myself 'I'm just going to write. I won't post, so I don't need to worry how good they are'.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Stargate Universe because those guys are in my brain and I'd die for them, but my next fic I'm posting is going to be Stargate Atlantis. I also have 2 WIPs from Durham County as my brain went 'hey the SGU fandom is pretty small... You know what would be really funny?'
Back in the day on ffnet (*checks* 15 years ago jesus christ!) I wrote for Doctor Who, Torchwood, Star Trek: TNG, Blakes 7, Invasion, X-Men: The Movie, Demons, House, NCIS, Prison Break, and Being Human. 87 stories with 169,449 words. I'll have a quick look through them and see if there's anything worth reposting, but I doubt it. 14 years olds aren't usually very good, ya know? Though I do look at Reviews: 220 and think yikes, I did not have social anxiety when I was that age did I?
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
down here they call us animals has 32, but the rest of them are single digits because SGU is such a small fandom.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Always, love talking to people about my fics and it's not going to encourage people to keep commenting if they get no response from the author. Sometimes it takes a while because my spoons can get funky.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
so i bite my tongue and hope for blood, where Telford gets sexually assaulted by a drugged Rush, then goes on a killing rampage with none of the recovery (if there even is any beyond pretending it never happened) shown and nothing is really resolved.
there was a devil in my soul i think we activated, set during 2x07 The Greater Good, extends the scene aboard the derelict spaceship between Young and Rush. Young has a ton of trauma about Carmen, David, Riley, and P2S-569, and ends the fic in a pretty suicidal place.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
This was a bit tougher to answer as I usually have some angst hanging around, but i'm a stolen car in a parking garage, where at the end Rush and Telford are bantering back and forth, sharing-time is happening, and they also have their first kiss in this fic, after having been fucking for a while.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Nah, it's much better than it was back in the day. At least in the fandoms I frequent.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Oh, do I! 😄 Every gay kind that takes my fancy, from vanilla to super kinky. There are of course a few kinks I avoid reading/writing about as I'm sure everyone does, but if anyone has a specific kink they'd like to see me write hit me up and we'll talk!
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I'm afraid not. I'm just not that into them. 🤷♂️ (The fact that if I filter out crossovers on the SGU AO3 page I lose ~400 fics is a crime!)
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Back in the day me and a friend wrote many hundreds of thousands of words RPing the 10th Doctor and the Master. RPing isn't allowed on ffnet so I received a warning and they deleted the fic. Thankfully I still have every single one of those fics due to being anal about backing stuff up on memory sticks, so if you'd like them @chosennightmares let me know. ❤️️
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Telford/Rush, if I have to pick just one, though I could chuck Young in there and go through every combination possible and still be very happy.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Nothing currently posted as due to having a lot of unfinished fics on ffnet I'm adverse to posting things without at least having an ending in mind. But there's an SGU fic titled Your Own Worst Enemy which was started in August last year and delves into rape recovery for Rush, Young, Telford, and Destiny herself. I need to be in the right headspace to write it and despite having 8 chapters of it completed I don't know how it's going to end up.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Developing different versions of Rush, Young, and Telford and have all of them still be in character despite being so different.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Getting the end of the fic written, knowing how to sign things off. The promised SGA fic sat 95% completed for fucking ages where all I could do whenever I scrolled to it was stare.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Knowing the state Google Translate is in, I probably wouldn't risk it, no. It does annoy me when I'm reading and I'm told to scroll to the author's notes at the bottom of the fic to see what's been said and then having to scroll all the way back up, potentially losing my place. Much prefer people using the HTML hover text option.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Doctor Who. My mum was involved in putting together Who Cons when I was a kid, so I grew up watching the classic series.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
a memory, a distant echo I really enjoyed writing it, fleshing out David's character, and really digging into his psyche. It's a tough read, but I'm very proud of how it turned out.
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Name: Tomor
Age: Over 5000 (equivalent to a 15-year-old)
Gender: Male (he/him)
Species: Shinjin/Core Person (I lovingly call them fruitboys)
Height: 5’8
Likes: tea, fishing, reading, pranks, and generally being outdoors
Dislikes: people who can’t take a joke, clutter, beating around the bush, change, and Universe 7
Fears: public speaking and dying of some horrible Universe 7 disease or food poisoning
Personality: Tomor is a jokester. A class clown. A funnyman. He will say or do anything in the name of a bit, and if you don’t like it, maybe you should be a little less sensitive and learn to take a joke. Tomor is a massive jerk, an edgelord with an immature sense of humor. And good luck trying to combat that, because he tends to seem pretty unbothered by most things, and is much more perceptive than his jokes tend to convey. He will just banter right back and have a great time doing it.
However, he is actually far more bothered by things than even he’s aware of. Underneath that chill, detached demeanor, he’s very wary of others and holds them at arm’s length. He’s incredibly close-minded, believing that there is a natural order of things that should not be changed or even questioned. He’s definitely a bit of a control freak, and when people aren’t acting right by his standards, he can get pretty angry. He sort of just thinks he has everything all figured out and that he’s the smartest person in the room, but really, he is just suffering the curse of Being 15.
Background: Tomor is from Universe 5, one of the four most put-together universes out of the twelve that make up the omniverse. He’s lived a pretty ordinary life, hanging out with his friends, Bragi and Aneas. They had a reputation for pulling pranks and getting into all sorts of trouble, and it was an absolute blast. However, things started to change a little once Bragi was placed into advanced education. He started hanging out with them less and less, and it kind of sucked, but Tomor wasn’t too surprised now that his friend had become a hotshot. There was still Aneas, but things weren’t quite the same with just the two of them, especially with Aneas beating his head against a wall trying to catch up. Tomor eventually convinced him to stop and let it go, but he was never quite the same after that. He tried his best to cheer Aneas up to bring some life and levity back into things, but it never really worked.
Then one day, they were holding a lottery for the next West Kai, and Tomor got a hilarious idea and dared Aneas to throw his name into the drawing. Wouldn’t it be funny if he won? But there’s no way that was going to happen. Except it did happen and it wasn’t exactly funny. In the beginning, Tomor tried to keep in touch, but the awkwardness and the guilt of the whole thing made him slowly step back until communication became incredibly sparse and sporadic. And so, while his friends went on to be fancy-schmancy gods, he ended up becoming a tea farmer.
Things were relatively mundane for awhile after that. Tomor mostly just kept to himself and did his work, but one day, when writing to Aneas on a whim, he learned that Aneas and Bragi were talking again, and so he decided it was about time they got the whole gang back together again and pick up where they left off. The only problem is, they’re a lot different than he remembers. Aneas has apparently gone a little nuts and is out here talking to plants and married to a demon??? And Bragi appears to have lost the plot entirely, gallivanting around with mortals in a completely different universe instead of doing his actual job. But with everybody here, surely Tomor can get everyone back on track so things can go back to normal! …Right?
Will Tomor be able to get the gang back together? Will he learn to accept and embrace change? Or will he end up alienating everyone by being a jackass? The answer is probably obvious, but find out anyway on the next episode of SAD FRUIT THEATRE!
#intro#tomor#if you're going in chronological order you probably won't see much of him for awhile because he doesn't show up until waaaay later lmao
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Chapter 2: The Muck
Author: Chris Bannor
Chan Yi hated wearing gloves. His skin was far too sensitive for cheap synthetics and something like genuine leather drew too much attention around the Piles. He pulled on the black gloves he kept in his jacket pocket and hoped no one noticed they were silk. He’d spent 7 years here, but there had never been security like this in the Piles. The people in the Piles were left alone to deal out their own justice. Today, cops patrolled the streets in twice their numbers and Yi had seen men in non-descript black uniforms going into two different sections. Xian wasn’t wrong about the crackdown. Whatever they were looking for, they were coming for it hard.
Yi took to the second level and crossed away from the black uniforms that were doing… whatever they were doing. It wasn’t a raid. It was more like a shakedown, but on a scale Yi hasn’t seen before. Someone high up was nervous about something. It had nothing to do with him though, so he left it behind and used the sky-walks to get two blocks over. He came down beside a butcher’s shop and tried not to notice what the catch of the day was.
He scrambled across the narrow street and waved at the Parlour whores watching from the second-story overhangs. They cooed and called to him, but he wasn’t in the mood for banter today. He slipped between two idiots racing past on their delivery bikes and slid through the doors of the old, abandoned church. It was just an orphanage now, but the pews and confessionals were highly polished and cleaned with a fervor that had nothing to do with religion and was more about discipline and keeping idle hands busy.
He stepped into one of the confessional boxes and waited.
It wasn’t long before Yi heard someone settle on the other side of the screen. He could hear the scampering of feet beyond the wall and ignored the warning in his head. They were children but he knew if anything happened to the man that had come, gunfire would follow quickly, and the plaster walls wouldn’t offer much cover.
“I don’t have time for your sins today,” the man said. His heartbeat was fast, but nothing more than a brisk walk would do.
“Who ever does?” Yi answered. “Just need some information. Looking for Jason Fulmer. I was hired by his wife, Charity. You know anything about him?”
He heard the flick of a lighter and the smell of smoke pulled through the screen before the man answered. “Fulmer. Not a bad guy. Selling some trash tech, I hear. Nothing special about him though. He’s just a small man with a tie strung around his neck a little too tight if you ask me. You check with the mistress?”
“According to his wife, he ain’t got one,” Yi answered.
“They never do,” the other man replied.
“You heard anything about the crackdown in the Piles?”
“Nasty business, that. Lots of people around here are getting antsy.”
“How antsy?”
“Turn on your neighbor antsy,” the man said. “My kids are keeping an eye on things, but we haven’t seen anything concrete yet. They’re looking for something, but no one knows what. Raided a trash tech dealer last week. The week before they hauled off a truck driver. Even one of the whores got taken away and you know Madame K doesn’t let that happen lightly.”
Yi was surprised by that bit. Madame K’s Parlour was as respectable as business as they came in the Piles. Her people did their job, they kept their mouths shut about what they overheard, and no one messed with her Baubles, as she called them.
“Let me know if you hear something?” He slipped a piece of paper under the screen to the man. It wasn’t much, but the credits would come from an untraceable account and the man had more mouths to feed than he knew what to do with. He might use the kids to get information, but he trained them, fed them, and looked after them like they were his own. Much like Madame K and her Baubles. No one messed with the kids on this street. The Confessor didn’t allow it.
“The kids know how to find you.”
It was a bit ominous, but he didn’t comment. He left the confessional and walked back onto the street.
It had started to rain again as he was in the church and rust rained down the streets like blood. He’d love to head back to the Skylines, get above the dirt and take a clean, hot shower, but he wasn’t done for the day, and he wasn’t sure he’d make it tonight. He might have to settle for the lukewarm water and barely-there pressure from the apartment at the Builds over his office.
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Yi pulled off his silk glove and pressed his hand against the locking mechanism of Fulmer Tech and Trades. The Best in New to You Tech. He pressed his palm flat against the cold screen and hacked into the lock. It opened a moment later and Yi walked in without any trouble.
He left the lights off and walked through the store front. Behind the counter, everything seemed in order. No sign of a struggle or a break-in. Glass displays were clean and looked ready for the store to open. In the store, rows of shelves showed off the best tech - new and used - per the promotional promises. But no Fulmer.
The store was well kept, swept clean of the debris and dust that fell to the Builds. The front windows were clean, even with the fog of the city coming in nightly. Well cared for and expensively kept. Fulmer took pride in his business. So, what the hell happened to him?
Yi hacked into the back door of the store where the staff room and the manager’s offices were. Fulmer’s office was the biggest room in the back, with a large desk and a couple chairs. A display shelf on the back wall held personal trophies and sales awards. There was even a clipping with him and the CEO of Augalife with an article about their up-and-coming sales department dated fifteen years ago.
Yi took a seat at Fulmer’s desk and opened the ports to the display. The connectors on his hand linked in and he had full access to Fulmer’s files. It didn’t take long to see that there was nothing funny on the books. Receipts all added up and the numbers made sense. It was clear Fulmer was putting all his money into the business, though business wasn’t that great. Payments were made a few days late, or some just before service disconnects. He was a man struggling to keep his head above the water. So, what had he gotten into and where was he now?
Yi unplugged and ducked behind the desk as something hit the back door. He’d curse himself for not paying attention once he’d cleared the front. He was slipping. In the old days, it would have gotten him killed.
He could hear three heartbeats on the other side of the door. One augmented which meant he was probably some sort of beater. No hackers or they’d have jacked in as he had. Which also meant they were certain they weren’t going to be disturbed. Yi pulled up the schematics of the building and realized the air duct above his head would hold his weight and afford him the best hiding place, but there was only one exit.
Yi knocked the cover of the duct up, so it slid to the side and pulled himself into it. He settled as quietly as possible and set the cover back in place as he heard the door crash open.
“I know I heard something back here. Check the back door,” one of the voices said.
“There is no back door. This is a dead-end,” another said.
Yi turned his breathing and temperature regulators off in case they looked up. He hated doing it. He lived his life as human as possible. It made him feel … less. More machine and less man. More like what Mariner Tech had wanted him to be.
“So, where the fuck are the goods?” A man came into view below Yi. He settled over the desk and pulled up the same display Yi had been using. Unlike Yi, he had to plug in through a device. Poor schmuck couldn’t even afford a cheap port. Or he was Anti-Aug. Which might make sense if he was targeting a tech dealer.
“Nothing. There is nothing here.” The beater came into view and all Yi could see were his wide shoulders and back, standing over the man at Fulmer’s desk.
“There must be a back door then, a storage unit or something. The boss is gonna be pissed if we don’t find his goods.”
“Why don’t we just take what’s up front?” Beater asked.
“That stuff is all tagged, ya doff! That’s not what we’re looking for. Cops would be on us quick as spit if we started selling that stuff on the market.”
They tossed the place around before leaving but didn’t find what they were looking for. After they left, Yi lowered himself down. He turned his systems back on, tilted his head up, and closed his eyes, taking a moment to feel the rise of his chest once again. He opened his eyes and paused when he noticed a think lip on the edge of the duct. It didn’t show up in the schematics of the store, so Yi reached up and pulled on it. A long thin tube slid out, hiding a secondary data device. It probably had information about the missing tech those men were looking for and might give Yi some answers.
He didn’t want to risk the other men returning so he decided to read it back at the office. He pressed a finger against the vein near the inner joint of his left elbow and a compartment opened. He slid the data device in and pressed the compartment lid closed. His skin grafted itself until it was indistinguishable from the rest of his arm again. He replaced his glove and left the store quickly, afraid the other men had caused enough noise for the neighbors to call the cops.
Yi stepped out of the store and realized his mistake too late. The men who had broken in were still there, standing outside the store. He really was slipping.
Two of them looked at Yi while the third had his back to him, speaking into a communication device. Yi ran as one lunged for him but barely missed. The guy’s reactions and reach were beyond a regular human’s range. He was the Aug.
Yi ran past them and was grateful that Fulmer’s store was so low in the Builds. He just needed to get back to the crowds of the Piles and lose himself there. A drainpipe ahead caught his eye and he jumped onto the ledge of the sky-walk and climbed out to it. He slid down, thankful for the gloves that made the slide so much easier. He was two levels down before he climbed back onto the sky-walk and ran again. He continued to work his way down into the muck of the city, aware that the other men were still following him.
When he reached the street level, Yi ran past the old church and did his best to lose the men in the crowd of the Piles, but he didn’t have any luck. The two still followed, and Yi heard the third calling down from above, telling the others where he was. Yi cursed as he looked around the Piles for an escape.
“Get back here! We want to talk!” The guy with the augmented legs yelled. Behind him, the beater was losing steam. He was all chest and arms. He’d neglected to keep his legs as strong as the rest of his body. That was good for Yi at least. Thankfully, this was the part of the Piles he knew best. He just needed to get past the next side street, and he could get clear.
He was almost there when he was knocked to the ground. He rolled and found that the guy who had been following from above had jumped down on top of him. They were both covered in the filth of the streets now and when the guy tried to grab him, Yi’s hand slipped out of his grasp. Yi didn’t stop to fight but ran again. He might not be human, but he didn’t want to test his strength in the middle of the streets against three men.
He turned down the next side street and had barely rounded the corner when he jumped. An escape ladder protested his weight but held as he pulled himself up. He barely made it up onto the landing of the second-story sky-walk when the other men caught up. Yi ran back onto the main way and was swallowed by the crowd.
He tore off his brown coat and tossed it down an alleyway to a man lying against the wall and pulled off his ball cap. He zipped his hoodie up, hiding his ball cap inside it, and pulled the hood up to keep from getting wet. He pressed another button behind his ear and the mask reset from the black mesh he preferred to a large black mouth with jagged red teeth. He changed his eye color to an unnatural red and slowed his pace to match the rest of the crowd.
When the three men came barreling through, they barely gave him a glance before they continued running.
Yi watched them go, made note of their faces to check against the police database later, and decided to head back to his office. Or maybe his hideaway. He wasn’t staying in this muck any longer than he had to.
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WILL SMITH - 5 Tips for an Effective Apology (ft. CHRIS ROCK)
"Chris, I apologize to you. My behavior was unacceptable and I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."
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So superstar $35 million Hollywood actor Will Smith finally apologized to Chris Rock on the Oscar slap and as to be expected, the whole online community is dragging him again.
On March 27th, 2022 at the 2022 Oscars, Chris Rock cracked a joke around Jada Pinkett-Smith's bald head comparing her to Demi Moore's character in the movie G.I. Jane.
Then her husband,Will Smith, laughed and in a split second, walked up to the stage and slapped the shit out of Chris Rock.
We all thought it was a joke. We all thought it was staged. We all thought it was acting. But it was real
From the beginning, I have made it clear that there are only 3 things that Will Smith has done wrong publicly and I'm sorry... it's not marrying Jada Pinkett-Smith It is...
Supporting the terrible idea of bringing her personal family issues to the red table talk and to the public.
Assaulting a fellow man for "disrespect" in front of the public; 17.7 million to be precise according to the New York Post.
Overdose on that “woke” lifestyle over-shalaye mansplaining nonsense.
The public is wrong about everything as usual including every attempt to involve Jada Pinkett-Smith in the Oscar slap which clearly did not involve her.
I know you all want to bring in Tupac, her daughter’s 7 years old letter to Tupac, AUG, the Jada vs Will social media banter video… lames… but nah. That’s weak.
I can't front. Involving and blaming her for her husband's mistakes seems to make videos go super viral. But over here, we are not going to do that. That's weak and toxic.
We will do it the right way by helping me hit that like button, sharing and commenting your personal opinions about this apology below this video.
As a thanks for doing that, here is a picture of Jada crying.
I have to keep applauding Chris Rock on his conduct throughout the whole ordeal.
In fact, he addressed it for the first time only a few days earlier on stage saying... "Anyone who says “words hurt” has never been punched in the face".
Anyway, Will Smith released the apology video on Friday, July 29th, 2022 and I think it's an opportunity for us to review and extract some lessons around effective apology.
I have extracted 5 tips from the 5 minutes and 44 seconds apology. So let's get to it.
Tip Number 5 - Take Your Time
So the slap happened on March 27th, 2022 and the apology came out on July 29th, 2022 which is about 4 months later. I think that's more than enough time for proper introspection.
One thing that's wrong about most apologies is the fact that they are often reflex action designed to push issues under the rug as fast as possible; it's avoidance at best.
At this point, it's obvious that Will Smith is not trying to run from his mistake. Kudos for that.
Tip Number 4 - Make it Short & Sweet (If it has to be public.)
If the offense happened publicly, the apology should also be public in addition to a private discussion.
So I can appreciate this public apology except for the fact that it wasn't a written statement. Will Smith seems to be overthinking everything and then making it worse subsequently.
At this point, the public rhetoric is actively trying to tear his marriage apart due to over-exposure. It’s sad to watch… people would rather listen to and over pedestalize divorcees than those trying to make it work. It is what it is,
Anyway, anything more than a well crafted PR statement can potentially destroy his private life. It's just not necessary and it's aligning too much with approval and validation seeking behavior.
“Speaking from the heart” for a large superstar like Will Smith is overrated and not necessary.
Before you know it, you will be referencing yourself way too much and that can make your apology come off as disingenuous.
So statements such as "disappointing people is my central trauma" is not necessary as it starts to sound like it's about what he wants.
"It hurts me psychologically and emotionally to know I didn't live up to people's image and impression of me." This is that “woke” lifestyle over-shalaye mansplaining nonsense.
Apologizing to these people in the public and everything he said after that are definitely major problems.
More than enough of these weirdos on the internet are rooting and waiting for the entertainment of Jada and Will divorce.
In fact, there was a rumor like that and it almost set social media on fire.
Tip Number 3 - Don't Manipulate for Forgiveness
"Chris, I apologize to you. My behavior was unacceptable and I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."
I think that part was clean especially with the addition of... and I quote.
"I want to apologize to Chris's mother."
Too many people offer apology only because they are looking for an instant exchange for forgiveness. That would make it a terrible apology instantly.
Now it's actually one thing to explicitly and expressly ask for forgiveness in words, but I think it's worse when your actions reflect it and especially contradicts your words.
So if you say "I'm here whenever you're ready to talk", then you need to say less than necessary and let the chips fall where they may.
Just trust that a few words and time is more than enough for adequate healing.
Especially as men, we need to know that nothing is guaranteed in life even if you are a good person.
When I hear a lot of men talk about this issue, all I hear is unrealistic expectations of a good woman just for being a good Mr-Nice Guy.
That’s weak. Life doesn’t always work like that.
So when Will Smith said “This is probably irreparable.” It was perfect.
Ladies and gentlemen… “no guarantees” attitude puts you at advantage of making the most out of what’s left of your life and simultaneously increasing the chances of an apology being accepted dramatically.
Tip Number 2 - Ensure Reception
While I appreciate Will Smith's apology to his wife (fuck what everyone else thinks),
“I made a choice on my own, from my own experiences, from my history with Chris. Jada had nothing to do with it. I’m sorry babe.”
I think there was too much stress on apologies to the general public.
The public is not receptive to it. From all the public rhetoric and opinions I am seeing, it seems divorcing Jada will be more entertaining at this point. They are hungry for blood.
From my assessment, the public is ready to forgive Will Smith as soon as he forgives himself and gets back to what he does best; and that is not the red table talk.
Ensuring reception of an apology is part of the reason why you should take your time which was the first tip I shared with you in this countdown.
Tip Number 1 - Differentiate Remorse & Shame
Contrary to popular conservative opinion, shame is absolutely destructive; so is self guilt.
Nothing authentic, wholesome and productive comes from anyone suffering from shame either from self or external force.
He said… and I quote “I am deeply remorseful and I’m typing to be remorseful without being ashamed of myself.” “I’m trying not to think of myself as a piece of shit.”
I can appreciate him truly believing that statement but it’s absolutely not necessary to say that out loud. Saying it out loud almost defeats the purpose.
So many people confuse remorse with shame.
Remorse is regret and maybe purposeful guilt while shame is just baseless guilt… maybe based on being overly concerned with optics.
Misguided shame, insult, guilt, judgment, blame, condemnation are all destructive.
Ultimately, this is all semantics. What I am suggesting is to make sure you are not creating a new problem with your solution.
You can call it whatever you want as long as the apology doesn't create further negative outcomes for yourself.
“If you hang on, I promise we’ll be able to be friends again.”
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She came downstairs at around 2 a.m. The entire house is quiet but she knows the house is far from sleeping. Some of them might be guarding outside, some might be patrolling, some maybe catching an hour or two of nap before waking and being on duty again. Sometimes she would see one or two of them snoring gently on the couch, some of them reading, some of them talking quietly outside where the wind would help sweep their voices away. But tonight, there is no one downstairs. The entire floor is dark, save the kitchen light. She stopped for a while at the foot of the stairs, craning her ears for any sounds that might hint where any of them are. When there is none, she ventured further, walking faster towards the kitchen, her wide-leg silk bedroom pants flutters around her ankles with her quickening pace, and she heard a faint *clink* of glass. She froze.
The anxiety was too much. She turned swiftly to run back up the stairs but a voice called out, "Come back here." Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. It's him. Could she maybe stay quiet for a while until he thought he imagined her coming down? Or dare she inch her way to her room and pretend she didn't even come down in the first place? Or could she--
"I know you're there. I said come back here."
She let out a sigh of exasperation. She grudgingly turned back and walked to the kitchen until she can see him at the table near the window, looking out into the quiet night, a small glass of whisky in front of him. She walked further until she's near the table when he said, "Sit."
"I know, I'm about to sit. I don't need that order from you."
At that, he turned his head to look at her. Did she imagine a trace of mirth in his eyes? But his face is unsmiling. He watched her pulling out a chair and proceeding to sit. There was an unusual pang in his heart as he thought that she is used to people pulling out chairs for her and now she is doing it herself, whether out of necessity or spite, he cannot even begin to guess.
"What are you doing down here?"
She didn't answer straightaway. She looked out of the window as well, taking in the moonlit scene. Her silk, short-sleeved top is crinkled, her hair is tousled, as if she had tossed and turned in bed waiting for sleep that never came and she finally gave up. Little did he know that he is close to the truth.
He called out her name softly but he wasn't prepared for the jolt he felt when she abruptly turn and rest her eyes on him. "It's late. You should be sleeping."
"I think you should know by now I'm not going to easily do what I'm supposed to do."
"Yes, I am well aware of that and I accept that you are going to make my life as hard as possible but this is pure biology. It's late at night and human beings should be sleeping."
"Well, this human being can't sleep and she just wants to have something hot to drink and maybe sit somewhere else besides in that depressing room."
"Would you like to sit in my room instead?"
Her eyes widened. Even he himself can't believe those words were automatically uttered by his mouth. But he decided to play it cool and pretend he was purposely needling her.
"You know, getting me angry might be enjoyable to you guys but it's getting old honestly. And frankly, rather childish."
"I was just making conversation. Trying to banter like two old friends."
"Hah, banter. I'm surprised you even know the word."
He didn't quite understand this but he chose to be quiet.
"Like two old friends..." Her voice was soft. "How long have we known each other?"
"About 7 years."
"7 years..." She trailed off. Both of them are perfectly aware of the circumstances of their acquaintance. He didn't reply anything back. Two of his fingers were rubbing lazily over his whiskey glass. He is quite content to let them sit in this comfortable silence forever if it meant he could be this close to her.
"What is on your mind?"
"Pardon?"
"You're sitting here alone, drinking. Is there something on your mind?"
"There is always something on my mind. Several things all at once, in fact."
"Are you thinking about me in particular?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, like what to do with me? What is next for me? Where should I see myself in the future? Where are you going to deposit me next?"
"Deposit?"
"It's okay, I'm quite used to that already. I just want to have an idea of where I'll be, that's all."
He again exercised his control to stay silent in front of her.
"I mean, that's what you're going to do with me, right? You're going to send me off somewhere. I don't think you can send me back to the city. You can't send me back to my husband, for some reason, or you'd have done that already. You can't exactly leave me here forever. And you certainly won't let me leave on my own volition. So," she leaned forward, eyes locking with his, "where are you going to deposit me next?"
"I'm not depositing you anywhere, you will be wherever I am." His calm words masked his bewilderment.
She gave a little chuckle. "You expect me to seriously believe you could actually stand to be with me forever? You're dying to get rid of me as quickly as possible, I just want to know your rough plans so I know to arrange my days."
"I'm not 'getting rid' of you, where are you getting these ideas from?"
"Stop talking like that."
"Talking like what?"
"Like I'm some sort of bimbo who listens to a gaggle of girlfriends who dish out on some mundane gossip and opinions on other people's lives. I don't 'get ideas', I actually analyse situations and come to conclusions. Damn it, damn it to hell."
There it is. There is that short temper rearing its head again.
"Of course I don't mean it like that. I was just taken aback. You say that like you expect that from me, but that thought never crossed my mind even once. I swear."
"My father abandoned me, my family abandoned me, my own husband whom I was abandoned to now has abandoned me as well, I don't have to go very far to reach the conclusion that you're going to abandon me too. I'm not being pitiful, I just want to know your plan in advance."
"This is really quite disturbing. How on earth could you think I would abandon you even for a second? I'm sorry if you are impatient with my slowness to understand it all but honey, if you could just try not to bite my head off for a second, I can't simply hear something as absurd as that and continue the conversation."
The endearment slipped past his lips so quickly that neither he nor she could quite believe they heard it in the first place. Fortunately both decided to ignore it and the meaning it bears for the time being.
"This is a waste of time." She started to stand up. "I keep on having to explain myself and all my questions questioned back. It's really quite exhausting. Congratulations, you just might have driven me tired enough for me to be able to sleep."
In the fashion that he is already quite used to by now, she left the room angrily, her thick hair bouncing with every furious step that she take. He knew better than to call her back, or worse, pulled her hand to make her stay, even when every cell in his body is screaming out to do so. After a few minutes, he heard her bedroom door being closed shut. And he was left alone, again, in the dark, with all the unspoken love that is threatening to burst his heart to shreds.
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"Well, remind me never to listen to you about varren races. Good thing we didn't have to take a cab home," Garrus sighed.
Thane chuckled. "I haven't done that in a very long time."
"That's something of a running theme with you, Krios. What else do you need to brush up on?"
"Indulging a smart-mouthed turian."
"I seem to recall you didn't have many complaints about my mouth that night in Nos Astra."
"Thank the gods for small miracles that you managed to remember anything about it after all the Blue Shifts you drank."
"That's not the kind of thing you forget. Give me another night like that, Thane, and I'll be having one of your drell freak outs."
"Is that a genuine request, or merely more of your bluster?"
"Maybe it's just the gin talking. Does it matter? I'm here, you're here, and there's an awful lot of walls and empty surfaces in this apartment."
Thane leaned in close to Garrus, parting the turian's mouth plates with his tongue, and felt arms wrap about him tightly. He grew warm and flushed, losing himself for a blissful moment in the embrace and the heat of an eager mouth, and it was as though they'd never been apart at all.
"...I've missed you, Garrus," he breathed softly against his cheek plate, after pulling away only reluctantly.
"I missed you too, Thane," Garrus said. He paused only briefly, taking Thane's cheeks into his hands, cradling his face with an unexpected tenderness--unexpected to others, perhaps, but not to Thane. Not after Illium, and promises whispered under the shadow of night. "I meant what I said, that time," he added, stroking Thane's frills with his thumb.
"I know, ash'er," Thane replied, smiling faintly at the memory.
"Good. Didn't want there to be any doubts."
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eren x reader
enemies to lovers trope
If there was one thing you and Eren could agree on, it was the mutual hatred that festered between you, the kind that sent others running for the hills as the two of you bickered over the most stupid things. For example, the time you and he were 7 years old and had gotten into a fight over the correct way to eat an egg. That night, you both got a good scolding from your mothers after coming home, he with a bloody nose, and you wearing your split lip like a badge of honor. Or the time you were 9 and you'd tackled him because he'd stolen the bag of sweets your father had given you, effectively soiling your best dress and having to endure the rest of the day tripping over the torn skirt. (Yeah, your mother hadn't been thrilled about that one, either.
After the fall of Wall Maria, you lost each other for a while, giving everyone who knew you some peace of mind. Somehow, you'd managed to be taken in by a wealthy family who lived within the interior of Wall Sina. They'd braided ribbons through your hair while Eren ran through the streets around the refugee center, and you tore them from your head while he sat through another lecture from the Garrison officers. Eventually, you made the choice to go into the military, reporting to the beginnings of 104 cadet corp. And once you caught sight of a pair of familiar green eyes, you cursed everything from there to high heaven, mood thoroughly ruined as he saw you.
It took no time for you to find out about what had happened to him, about how he Armin and Mikasa had stuck together for years, how they'd all joined the cadets together. In one of the few times Eren was away from them, you privately told them how happy you were to see them again, Armin hugging you while Mikasa offered you a rare smile. Despite their hotheaded friend, you'd never had anything against the other two, and had often talked to them whenever Eren wasn't around. For a little moment, it was nice, you and Eren avoided each other enough to keep the peace, and you got closer to Jean, Sasha and Connie.
Of course, it was only a matter of time until things got rowdy again.
It was clear to you that Jean and Eren had the same kind of relationship you and Eren did, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like to join Sasha and Connie while they watched the two butt heads. What could you say, it was entertaining to watch them trade insults, getting closer and closer until they were practically throwing punches. The three of you even started placing bets on weather or not they'd get caught, one of you always gambling away a portion of your meals when Shadis strode by and made them clean the latrines. Of course, you yourself had gotten far too good at your little rivalry to get caught. Or so you thought.
Even though you'd both had to figure out how to survive since the fall of the wall, neither of you seemed to have any intention of letting go of your immature banter. It just got a little more subtle, and art form if you will. You'd take jabs at his failure to even balance on ODM gear the first day, and he'd shoot back with a question if you'd enjoyed having pink satin twirled through your braids. Eventually though, like all things do, it came to a head after a long day of rigorous training.
"Give it back, dumbass, before I knock your lights out."
Balancing on the rafters of the stables high above Eren's head, you taunted him with the ornate rusty key he wore around his neck, twirling the string around your fingers as you swung around the wooden beam.
"You sure you could even get up here? You seemed to have enough problems just standing upright the other day."
Eren gritted his teeth as you laughed some more, that is, until you began to loose your balance, eventually tumbling from your spot above him and tumbling to the hard ground. The horses in their stalls nickered nervously, the beats of their hooves on the stone floor a sign of their restlessness. You'd hit the ground with a sharp cry, and as Eren approached you with genuine concern on his face, he saw you were clutching your ankle in a vice grip, wincing and trying not to cry. He knelt beside you, the key forgotten and laying a ways away from you as he gently pried your fingers away from your leg. As he did, he saw the unnatural angle your foot was twisted at, the flesh of your ankle swelling rapidly in shades of bruising purple. You were surprised at the soft way he handled you as he retrieved his key, lifting you up and letting you lean on him as he took you to the infirmary. The nurse who tended to you shook her head disapprovingly as you told her just how you'd gotten injured, pronouncing your ankle badly sprained and bringing Shadis in to tell him to excuse you from extremely taxing training for the coming weeks. Through it all, Eren sat at your side, further shocking you as he let you crush his hand in yours as the nurse set your ankle, soothing you when the slightest movement caused needles of pain to run through you. He'd never been so kind to you before. Honestly, it freaked you out, but you weren't about to complain.
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after you'd been released from the infirmary, you'd taken to limping up a small hill and sitting down under a shady tree, watching the training 104 below. Sometimes you'd fall asleep there, the cool ground a contrast to your warm body as you slept. Most days, Connie and Sasha would come talk to you when they could, helping you walk back down to the barracks for dinner every night. But today was different. They'd told you they'd gotten saddled with kitchen duty so for now, you were alone. Suddenly, you perked up as you saw a figure making it's way towards you, hoping it might be Jean or even Armin or Mikasa. But as it got closer, your face fell into a scowl as you recognized Eren's lanky frame and bright green eyes.
"I'm really not in the mood today," you muttered once he was close enough to hear, "so if you could refrain, that'd be nice-"
"I wasn't here to annoy you," he interrupted gruffly. "I wanted to see if you wanted some company since idiots A and B are busy scrubbing pots down at base."
Your eyebrows shot up in shock before you patted the ground beside you. "Be my guest then."
He took your invitation, sinking to the ground next to you and for a while the two of you simply sat there in comfortable silence. This was a side of Eren you'd never really been privy to before, but it was more than nice to say the least. Eventually, he began to toy with the rawhide cord around his neck, the key still hanging from it.
"You never told me why you kept that old thing around."
He stopped, surprised, a for a moment you were worried you'd upset him. Sure, he could be a pain in your ass, but he was still nice to have around.
"I'm not really sure yet," he replied carefully, choosing his words slowly and meticulously. "I'm not sure why it's important yet, but I know that it is."
Nodding, the two of you fell back into silence and, as the sun began to fall, you felt your eyes slowly closing. In mere moments, you'd fallen asleep, gravity taking a hold on you as your head fell into Eren's shoulder. The boy in question was startled from his trance like state as the feeling of your body pressing against his sent jolts ofenergy through him. Slowly, he turned his head and watched the breath leave you lips, wishing he could be close enough that he could feel the warm currents of air on his own skin.
"Why'd it have to be you, of all people. Out of anyone who I could've fallen for it had to be you."
Against his shoulder, you smiled softly, not daring to move another muscle as he once again focused his attention on the horizon.
God, y/n you're an idiot, you thought to yourself. How long are you gonna take before you finally tell him the truth?
You shivered slightly as you felt him press a soft kiss to you head, hoping he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately for you, he did, and softly lifted your shin until your bright eyes were boring into his own, a blush spreading across your cheeks as he smirked.
"I knew you weren't asleep. So, how long was it gonna take for you tell me you loved me too?"
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Not super happy with how this turned out, but I still enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading! If you have any ideas for trope-character pairings or just ideas in general, feel free to send them to me!
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Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.
Warnings: Devestation
A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!
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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.
You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.
While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.
You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.
Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.
Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!
After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.
“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.
“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.
“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.
“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.
“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.
“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.
“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.
“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.
“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.
“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.
The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.
As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.
“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.
“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.
Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.
“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.
After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.
Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.
“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.
“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.
“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.
The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.
Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.
They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.
You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.
Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.
They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”
Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.
Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.
“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.
“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.
“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.
“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.
Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.
You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.
“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.
“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.
“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.
“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”
“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.
“I can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.
The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.
She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.
On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.
She stood shocked.
Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage.
“You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.
“Stop. I get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.
When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.
“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I don't have much time they are coming back. I love you and our twins so much. I am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.
“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.
“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.
After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.
After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.
“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.
When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.
With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.
You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.
Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.
“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.
You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.
“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”
“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.
“I’m so sorry I missed all of it. I tried to get back as fast as I could. I really did. I thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.
“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.
You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.
“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face.
“You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.
You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.
“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.
“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.
“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.
“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.
“Well I thought you would figure it out quickly once I sent you back but that didn’t happen. I kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I was in the training room. I got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.
“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.
“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.
“I love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.
“I love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.
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Heard you wanted to be spammed with requests-
So uh- Idk if you do platonic headcanons but- maybe platonic Stardust crusaders with a pillar crusader? Doesn't matter what,,, gender the bby pillar person is,,, just,,, sweet pillar babe who's tall af- and totally acts like a doofus at times---
You dont have to do this tho uvu
Stardust Crusaders + Pillarman! Reader HCs
It says Pillar*man* in title, but reader will be gender neutral, I think that's just the species (?) name! Also I like doing platonic requests so I don't mind doing this at all ! <3
Joseph Joestar
He met you around the time he met Santana
You were stuck in the same Pillar as the youngest pillarman, also playing the role of a guard dog before you were turned into stone
The main difference between you and your (uh forced adopted?) brother is that your face broke out in a huge smile and giggles filled the room when he booped your nose and told you to be happy
You were loyal to Kars, but throughout the time in Battle Tendency that decreased due to the realization that he never cared about you and did abandon you without thought
Joseph was there to comfort you through it and you helped in defeating Kars in return
After BT, you were sent to be studied at the Speedwagon Foundation and years later they were able to replicate the red stone of Aja for you
Ultimate Y/N ! Ultimate Y/N !
Sunburn no more
You became a nature deity, similar to Kars
First thing you did when the study was done was prank Joseph into thinking that the Ultimate Lifeform came back
Although it didn't work all too well, your forced down smile and stifled giggles definitely wasn't a sign of Kars, despite the mighty wings you sprouted
You lived with Suzi Q and Joseph for the majority of your new life and you adored being apart of their lives
Also they did make you babysit Holly numerous times even though you had no idea what a human baby looked like until now
Should've learned their lesson when one time you were caught making a rough sketch of what would have been a traditional pillarman tattoo on a 10 year old Holly, claiming that it's needed for her to grow up big and strong like you
Although you weren't a stand user, you had experience fighting ancient supernatural beings stronger than some stand users and you were a deity among men. Joseph didn't wait to take you with him when he found out that Dio was making a return
When Holly got sick and it was clear the crusaders had to go to Egypt, you didn't hesitate to sign up. It was a rare time that you were serious and your loyalty to your aged best friend shined through. You loved his family and you saw Holly grow up, of course you'd be there for him
Throughout SDC, you mostly just laughed at him (mostly during the fight with Mariah) and cracked jokes with him to ease tense situations
Also that bit at the end of the show where he pretended that Dio possessed his body?? He got that from you and you both laughed while Jotaro gave you both a glare
Iggy
Oh my god you barked back.
Y'all gossip with each other in dog, you're a nature deity, of course you can understand him perfectly
Added bonus of your powers is that he naturally relaxes with you
Sleepy gremlin
Jotaro Kujo
It took him a while to warm up to you
You were raised by Kars and Esidisi, dealing people who come off as cold and have occasional outbursts of anger come natural to you
He first doesn't think of you as anything when he first saw you
It wasn't until you sized him up, easily towering over the 6'5" teen, his eyes widened in astonishment a little
He has no problems with you, you're respectful to his mother and you respect his privacy for the most part
You're real bonding moment was when you made a lame, but fairfly obscure, fish pun when beating up the stand user of Dark Blue Moon
You both talked about marine life, he was genuinely interested in your experiences with ancient marine species and types of life before evolution made them what they were today
Although he doesn't like the happy go lucky types of people (they remind him of his annoying fangirls) you'll be the exception
A moment you both really became friends was in the Steely Dan fight
You shot your hand up in excitement, offering to aid in beating the hell out of the cocky bastard that mistreated Jotaro and Joseph
It was a good moment for you both to have light hearted banter and you ended the fight with a smile and a high five
Although persuading Joot to do the high five went more like: "Jotaro please" "No." "Pleassseeeeeee" "*sigh* Leave me alone after this."
I thank that you can't see stands. I can only imagine the endless lighthearted fights you and Star Platinum would have, you both giving each other proud smiles of how strong your friend has become
Noriaki Kakyoin
You gave a welcoming and cheerful aura when he woke up at the Kujo household
Out of all Crusaders, I do like to think that you would think of Kakyoin as more of a little brother
Probably because you miss Santana a bit tbh, red hair and a more reserved personality?? Easy for that to happen
Although you do make sure to keep that distinction between the two separate beings, gotta be healthy bby
You were one to always encourage him to get more out of his shell and be the friend he deserved
He would encourage you to speak about Pillarman society/culture when you both roomed together
One time you pranked him by giving him a handful cherries and giving him a tiny jumpscare when the cherries actually did turn back into your hand
Sometimes you both make fun of Polnareff together </3
Jean-Pierre Polnareff
,,,,big tall gentle giant? Oh my god he would've melted for you at first
He flirted with you first thing after the fight with Avdol, only to be immediately shut down with your laughter
It's not the first time someone hit on you, but his attempt was so cheesy and bad that it was funny
Don't worry he didn't keep on flirting with you though, it was clear that you weren't interested
That and you told him that you were over 1000 years old
You both were outgoing so it wasn't a big surprise that you two got along so well
He actually enjoys your tales of past fights and how it was like not being able to be in the sun for the longest time
That and he asked for hair care tips, your hair is very beautiful to him and to keep it as such even when you were turned to stone? Impressive
You both are dumbasses together, but you're the one to save his ass all the time
Especially during the first fight with Hol Horse, guns can't kill you and even then your skin can create a harsh shell to soften the blow
You just laughed it off, said that it tickled, and encouraged Polnareff to chase after the (now) frightened cowboy
You and Polnareff also have a lot in common too and you both are able to be for each other when it comes to Polnareff's grief over his sister and you technically being the only pillarman alive
Omg Y/N I can't believe you have yourself an emotional support himbo I'm jealous
You're also a wingman/wingwoman for him, years and years of experience (and using Joseph in his younger years as a "what not to do" reference) led you to being the perfect helper in getting whoever Polnareff wants
Muhammad Avdol
He's read about the Pillarmen, but he never thought that they were actually real
So when he met you he was flabbergasted
You and Avdol's friendship is like him unintentionally parenting a 7 foot 5 year old on one of those kid leashes
He knows that almost nothing can cause you great harm, but he still worries
Because of that his favorite form of hanging out with you involves chatting over tea or showing you foods you might not be aware of
In all honesty, it's greatly appreciated since your diet switched from vampires and humans to absorbing like 2-3 raw cows every other week. Your "palate" is not as expansive as you may think
While in India, you were able to buy some Henna and Avdol was very open to you giving him a mock Pillar tattoo
He wore it with pride and was very greatful
Sometimes when he gets homesick you make your arm into a chicken, and although it isn't the real thing, he appreciates it
You also show him ancient Pillar rituals too and it's his favorite thing to listen to
In return, you bother him to show you how to read tarot and tell him about (in your words) "occult business~"
You balance each other out and Avdol cherishes you greatly
When the mission to Egypt was over, he did name a chicken after you btw
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REMEMBER ME. (stiles stilinski x reader)
request: Can it be from Teen Wolf with Stiles were him and I are best friends and I secretly like him, when him and I are doing research about the ghost riders in my room I try my best to nonchalant flirt but he’s too oblivious right when I’m about to say I love you I get taken away by one of the ghost riders, when I return Stiles comes hugging me and I confess my feelings and we kiss and it’s all romantic lol thanks :)
@gpiggy98 : Thank you so so much for the request, I enjoyed writing this so much. I really hope you enjoy this, love!!! Hope you have a great day! <3
Warnings: none. Just fluff, some banter and a bit of angst in the middle.
You have been through everything. From the very first moment you found out about Scott being a werewolf, to getting involved in the pack and saving each other’s repeatedly. You were all a family now, you knew you’d do anything for them. But there was someone you would fight for even in a falling sky or apocalyptic situation. That someone happens to be your best friend.
Stiles Stilinski was always there for you when you needed him. And you sure as hell were for him too. You were so deeply in love with him. Your mind always rushes on every little thing you love about Stiles. For example how his jokes never failed to make you laugh, he always made sure you weren’t left alone on plans, the softness on his eyes every time he looks at you that makes your legs shake. Even that moment when you were 7 years old and he was clear in his words that he’ll always have your back and never failed to do so ever since. You actually think that was the very moment it clicked for the both of you, that your friendship was a true one, since that moment you were inseparable. Even with Scott, the little three musketeers. You can’t remember a time where Stiles and you didn’t understood each other with only a look, or where you didn’t joke around with Star Wars references, or even where you wouldn’t want to bother him at night. Since you were little kids that your phones where free for the other to talk until sunrise.
But you didn’t know that he thought the same of you. How you always had an open door on the nights his dad takes night shifts and doesn’t want to be alone warms his chest, the way your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, the way your laugh sounds every time he comments something witty or sarcastic, how brave you always are against the scariest villains. In Stiles’ words, you were perfect.
“What?” You suddenly said, once a voice made you leave that special little world inside your head.
“Wow, you do pay attention to me. I was starting to think I was only here to bring food and listen to your playlist over and over.” The sarcasm on his voice was extremely obvious, as he looked at you attentively, trying to understand what was happening with you. The whole day you were out of it.
“Sorry. I got distracted. This is just. . . So much to take in and I guess I’m kinda tired.” You passed both hands through your face. The research exhausted you, after all, it had been a long day.
“Want me to bring in more coffee and cookies? You could also sleep if you want to.” Stiles suggested, leaving his computer on a side, worried eyes pacing through your face.
“I’m good. I will take the coffee and cookies offer tho.” You nodded, sitting up scratching your eyes and closing a book that wasn’t helpful. “Did you find anything useful?”
“Gotcha!” He instantly stood from the chair, grabbing a couple of papers that fell on the ground to hand them to you. “Just that. Which we already knew. . . The Wild Hunt, they ride the storm and erase people from the map.”
“How hard can it be to find something about these dudes? I mean, there should be more!” Groaning loudly, you kept talking as Stiles made his way to the hall of your home, going downstairs to grab what you asked for. He knew every bit as if it was his own house. He still was pretty energetic for how late it was. But that was normal for the hyperactive boy.
“Hey! At least we’ve got something.” You heard a couple of minutes later as he came back into your room, a tray in hands. Leaving some space in bed, you grabbed the cup of coffee he was offering you, rolling your eyes.
“What? The fact that I heard those Riders and could see the room of the disappeared kid? Yeah, not a good omen for me.” Taking a sip of the beverage, you finished reading the last paper in Stiles’ pile.
“You don’t know if they’ll come. Maybe they don’t. Maybe you saw all of that because you have a special power or something, or maybe you’ll be the only to see and remember. There are a thousand of possibilities.” He tried to focus on a more hopeful note. Stiles was denied at the fact that might be one of the next ones to be taken, he was trying to create other theories. Your eyes softened at his words. He was honestly so hopeful. You on the other hand. . . You weren’t on a positive stand.
A sigh came out of your lips as you left the mug on the nightstand. “Since when are you so optimistic?” Curious eyes traveled through Stiles’ face, from the dots decorating his skin, his honey eyes to the way his lips parted in a fake offended way.
“I am always optimistic” He joked back. Your eyebrows shot up in a mocking way, nodding as if he was saying the one truth in the world.
“Sure. Because you’ve never said 'we are all going to die' at least once a day.”
“That’s not being negative! It’s realism.” He fought back, index finger pointing at you, making you once again roll your eyes back.
“I should be rewarded for putting up with you every single day.” You scoffed, stealing one of the cookies from the bowl he held on hands. Stiles gave you a soft shove in the shoulder.
“You are rewarded by having me present every hour of every day.” He talked matter-of-factly. God, he was killing you. If he only knew. His presence is enough, and you only wanted that. That was the fact, you wanted to hold him at day and night as something more than friends. Yet — His presence was enough. Having him as a close person in your life was enough. But of course, the boy was totally clueless.
“I was thinking like, maybe a million dollars but guess that’ll have to do.” Shrugging your shoulders, you ate the cookie, ignoring how your best friend was touching his own chest as if hurt by your words. A smile appeared on your features, taking a quick look to the young man next to you. “I guess I’ll have to think about another thing as payment. Maybe dinner, drinks. . .”
“I already give you rides to school and bought you dinner. What else you might want?” His smile showed how clueless he was about the situation. He didn’t catch you sugestive tone.
“Pfft.” You simply answered, acting out. It’s been weeks where you had been trying to ask him out, and he keeps confusing your moves as a ‘friends night out’. He could be the smartest person in a room but also the most gullible one. Jeez. You were going to miss him.
You will miss Stiles.
Suddenly, the thoughts of the Riders came back. What would you do if you got taken? How would you come back? How would Stiles know he is the most important person to you?
Looking back up, his soft eyes were already on you. “Hey, you know we’ll find a way, right? Everything is going to be okay.” He tried to reassure you. It was obvious he was acting tough for you.
“But if I’m taken—.” Taking a second to think, you kept talking, before he could cut you off. “If it happens. . . Then this is my last couple of hours around, and I just want to have a good time, you know? So — There’s something you should hear.”
“Y/N. . .” Stiles moved his head from side to side, refusing to the idea of you being taken. You didn’t pay much attention, since you were already putting on your shoes and grabbing his hands.
“Shut it and listen to me.” You were sure of it. You will tell Stiles of how you felt about him. You cannot let another minute pass, but first you wanted it to be the moment.
Hearing some branches hit your open window, your gaze went to the dark sky. The wind was getting wilder, leaves flew around, entering the room. The curtains flew and the cold air hit your side. Deep inside, you knew. You knew from the moment you saw the horse, how it walked around you. From the moment the kid disappeared and people started to forget. You knew you were next.
“Stiles, you have to promise me.” Squeezing his hands, you both connected gazes. He looked hurt, even more desperate than you where now. Your heart was about to break your chest, but Stiles, he looked like a broken child. “They are coming for me, you have to go. If you see them—.”
“No. I’m not leaving you, Y/N.” He reunited enough courage for his voice to sound louder. “I’m not letting them take you, come on.” Still with a hold on your hands, the boy started dragging you downstairs. He won’t stop and won’t let you be gone without a fight. By now there wasn’t time to call anyone. It was just you and him.
Running through your house, you stood outside as the wind went wild. The storm was coming. Your breathing became heavier as you heard the horseback noice becoming louder. They were closer. Stiles was grabbing a hold of the bat you left on the entrance. But you knew it was worthless.
“Stiles.”
“Let’s go.” The brown eyed boy didn’t let go of you, taking you to the Jeep. But the horses sounded louder now, turning your head, you could already saw them coming.
“It’s too late.” Even if your voice was a whisper, he heard it. Stiles looked down at you, his eyes already watering, trying to find the words. “I will be erased. You need to listen to me. Promise me something, promise me that you’ll find a way to remember.” Your hands went to both sides of his face, making him look at yourself only. That’s the last view you wanted to have. It wasn’t ideal, since he was already crying, so were you. But it was something. “Don’t forget me, Stiles. Remember fourth grade when we watched Star Wars and acted for a hole week as Jedis?” He just nodded with a sad smile as his own hands caressed your cheeks. Taking out the necklace he once gifted you, it was left on his right hand so he wouldn’t lose it. “Remember when we bought matching shirts and refused to take them off? Remember when you saved my life? Twice.” You let out a shaky laugh, as his hands found a way to yours’, once again squeezing them.
“You saved mine. I’ll bring you back, Y/N/N, that’s a promise.” For what you thought it was the last time, you looked at his features. Heart full of love.
From your peripheral view you noticed the Riders closer. Just about to get you. A cry went out of your lips, you were going to say it. You love Stiles. You will tell him before they take you.
But when do things turn out right for the Pack? Feeling a hold on your waist, you were taken away from Stiles’ hands. And just like that, you were erased from everyone’s memories. Stiles was left standing there like a lost puppy, a foreign necklace in hand and tears in his eyes as his broken voice repeated one word. “Remember. . .”
(. . . )
Time passed, you didn’t know how much since you were taken, but you woke. People seemed lost in that Train Station. Oh how small was the world that you even found Peter there. After discussions, investigations and decisions being made, Peter left to let the others know. And there you stood by, awaiting.
On the other side, Stiles insisted every day since the very first moment, that you were real. First, he felt as if a part of him was missing, then he got to the conclusion that there was someone. Not anyone, but someone he loved. He knew you were real, and he’d fight anything and anyone to get you back and prove you did exist. “Y/N is real.” He kept repeating.
Time kept flying, with yourself looking for ways to communicate and Stiles helping everyone remember. And they slowly did, but it wouldn’t had happened without the young man.
Suddenly, you found yourself on your front garden. You were back! Was it real? Pinching your arm, you turned all over to check if anyone was around. You had to find him. You had to find Stiles, you gotta help everyone! The Jeep wasn’t there, you didn’t even know how long it’s been since you were taken.
You had to make a decision. That’s how you found yourself running through the streets. Thankfully, you lived close to Beacon High. Minutes passed and you just kept going, you ran nonstop until you went through the front doors. It wouldn’t be difficult to find everyone, just search the destruction or the loud fighting noises.
Loud steps sounded closer, the school halls never felt so long like now. Almost crushing into someone a pair of strong hands grabbed your shoulders. “Y/N?” Looking up, you found the one person you were wishing to find.
“Stiles! You remembered.” The words didn’t finish going out of your mouth when his arms surrounded you strongly. He held you close, your bodies perfectly fitting together in an awaited hug. “I-I didn’t say it, they took me too quickly as I was about to tell you something important.” Still holding his sides, you broke the hug only to get a good look at his face. “I love you, Stiles.”
“I love you too.”
“No, I mean — I am in love with you.”
“Y/N, would you let me finish, for heaven’s sake.” Even if he sounded slightly annoyed, Stilinski’s eyes showed nothing but adoration. “I am in love with you too.” A sigh escapes his lips and soon enough, he kissed you. Stiles held your face delicately, tasting you with such passion. You both have been waiting for this for so long. But it was worth it. Your wide eye gazed looked at him in surprise once you separated for some air, which was changed for a genuinely happy smile. He was already watching you as if you were the last glass of water in a desert. Because to him, you are the ray of sunshine that lights up his world.
“Don’t you dare leave me like that ever again.” You let out a laugh at Stiles’ words, kissing him once again, wanting to be in that romantic bubble for a few more seconds.
“Never.” Whispering against his lips your eyes got connected to his’. Those gazes said everything. Who knew that you’d need to be taken to find the love of your life? “You won’t get rid of me easily, darling.”
Looking for something underneath his shirt, Stilinski ended up grabbing a silver necklace and left it hanging in your neck. Right where it belonged. The thing that helped him remember you, that gift you will always treasure.
Grabbing a hold of his right hand you let him know you were ready to keep fighting. You still had to defeat the Ghost Riders, but something was different now. You always had Stiles and he always had you, that will never change. It will always be him and you.
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hello y’all! hope this was enjoyed. it’s a long one, so sit back and enjoy the reading. i’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or something, english isn’t my first language and I haven’t edited this yet. thanks!! <3
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Dazed and Confused
Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends.
Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader
Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f
Word Count: 4.2 k
A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!
You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.
Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.
You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.
The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.
"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.
"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?
"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.
"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.
"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.
"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"
Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."
"Takes one to know one."
To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.
"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.
"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"
"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.
"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."
"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.
"Shotgun, musket, same thing."
"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."
"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.
"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."
"How could I forget that?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.
"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.
"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.
Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.
"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."
"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."
"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."
From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.
"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.
"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."
"Mhm, sure you were."
"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.
"Alright, sure, why not?"
"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.
The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.
"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.
"Dare, duh."
"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.
"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."
Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.
"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."
"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.
"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."
"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."
"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?
You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.
"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.
"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.
"I can sleep on the floor if you want."
"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."
"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.
But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.
"Are you asleep?"
"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.
"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.
"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"
"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"
"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."
"Alright, I'm down."
You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.
"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.
"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."
"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.
"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."
"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."
"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.
"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."
"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"
"Go ahead."
You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.
"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.
"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."
But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?
You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"
"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"
"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.
"Get what?"
"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.
"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.
"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."
You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.
"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"
"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.
"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"
"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"
"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.
"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"
"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."
"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.
"No, you're the only one."
"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."
Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.
"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.
"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.
"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."
"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.
"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."
"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"
His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.
"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"
You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.
"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.
"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.
"You wanna suck it?"
"Yes."
"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."
Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.
"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"
"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.
"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"
"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"
"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."
The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."
"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.
"You what?"
"I'm- oh, God!"
"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."
You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.
"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.
"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"
It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.
"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.
"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"
"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"
"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."
You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.
"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."
You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."
"There's lots of things-"
"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.
"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.
You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.
"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"
"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.
"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"
"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"
"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.
"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"
"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"
"Nope. I will not hear this."
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Fun | Sherlock x platonic!Reader
Pairing: Sherlock x platonic!gender neutral reader
Request ( @a-paper-cut ):
Word Count: 2,202
Contains: Mentions of child abduction, platonic fluffiness and banter :)
A/N: AAAAAAA thank you so much, lovely! This was my first request and I was SUPER excited to write it hehe. I’ve been on a slight creative block lately and I enjoyed writing this so much. I hope this fic does justice for what you wanted and I hope that you are doing amazingly 🧡🧡
It was an early, snowy winter morning in London. You and Sherlock Holmes have been mind-boggled by a puzzling case for the past week. The detective proposed that the two of you go on a walk to allow some fresh air in the brains again. This suggested that even his extensive mind palace and composing weren’t helping the genius. Not that you were complaining about sharing a nice stroll with Sherlock. It had been years after all since you two had spent any casual time together. Like what people normally did in their free time, anyway.
The two of you stepped side by side, feet planting in the thin sheet of snow on the ground in unison. You grinned a little at the matched body language. You and Sherlock always had special ways to subtly communicate with one another. It was like a part of your minds were connected.
“Anything yet?” the tall brunette questioned. Your lip twitched upward. “Don’t rush the process, Sherlock. Just enjoy the moment. Live in it a little.” Sherlock’s long drawl could be heard next to you. His walking strides were growing longer as his patience began to thin out. You could practically hear the subtle gnawing of his teeth.
“We’ve only been walking 5 minutes,” you flouted, “Loosen up a bit.” Sherlock snickered to himself, messing with his gloved hands. “You’re already trying to read me?”
“You’re walking like you’ve got a stick up your arse. It’s clear you’re agitated,” you jested. The curly-haired detective sneered at you and kicked a clump of ice out of the way. “I can’t think, Y/n. We have potential homicide to solve and we’re here drudging in the snow.”
“Remember, this was your idea, genius. Unless you can come up with something else, this is all we’ve got.” Sherlock went silent, chewing the inside of his cheek. His mind wandered to try and come up with something snarky to throw at you. Perhaps a witty comeback that would leave you in doubt. The headache he was dealing with was enough to strike him in his train of thought. He shook it off and his focus returned to the matter of urgency. Unsolved case.
Sherlock lifted his face to the sky, blowing a hot cloud of breath into the chilly London air. He tugged his scarf a little closer to his neck, shoving his gloved hands down into his thick coat. The breath cloud was a common habit of Sherlock’s during cold weather. It mimicked the effect of blowing cigarette smoke, just without the tar and nicotine. Fortunately, the only time the detective abused drugs anymore was when cases had him horribly stumped; thanks to you and John’s efforts, his drug use was much more controlled now.
“Five missing children. All between the ages of 7 and 9. We know that the connection is tied to their private schools. Three different religious private schools within a 10 kilometer radius — so, fairly close together. The parents reported their children coming home with expensive gifts from a mysterious donor shortly before they went missing. They referred to the perpetrator as ‘Ray’. Anyone handing out shiny trinkets to naive children is either a philanthropist or a predator. I’d like to bet on the latter.”
You sighed, mentally reviewing all of the evidence from the case in your head. “But all of the children knew basic safety protocols: don’t talk to strangers, never accept anything from strangers, the whole package. Their parents are terribly traditional. They never would have let any of them see the light if they broke any of those rules. So the chances are near impossible that they would have fallen for such typical child abduction tricks.”
“Near impossible, L/n. That means there’s still a possibility and possible is all we need to screw this up,” Sherlock tutted. He blew another large cloud of air, shaking some light snow off his curls. You frowned, “The suspects. We’ve interrogated the popes, teachers, parents… who are we missing?”
Sherlock stopped walking. You turned to check up on him, finding him with his eyes shut. “Maybe we’re asking the wrong questions…”
“Of course we’re asking the wrong questions! We have all the pieces in our hands but no instructions, Sherlock. We’re running in circles with this case,” you walked over to a public railing, leaning against it and looking out across the long white blanket that stretched to the horizon.
He joined your side shortly after, bending down to pick up some rocks to toss down the snowy hill and watch as they made skinny trails in the frosty powder. Sherlock sighed out, exasperated and worn out. “We’re not getting anywhere by mulling over it, are we?”
You smiled at him and shook your head. You pulled your coat a little tighter around yourself. “That’s why I’m here to keep you in check. It’s good to get some air, you know? Christ knows when’s the last time you did that simply because you wanted to.”
Sherlock’s eyebrow perked up and he faced you with a blank expression. “How do you mean?” Your eyes widened a little, unsure of how you should pick out your next words. “Well… you know, you don’t exactly, uh…” Nervously, your eyes flicked up to his. He was watching your expression very carefully.
“You don’t spend a lot of time for yourself,” you said simply. Sherlock frowned in disagreement. “I spend a lot of time by myself. I thought you knew me better than that,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes, leaning your back against the cold railing now, crossing your arms. “In your mind palace, Sherlock. I mean you don’t do things you enjoy.”
“Who said I don’t enjoy things?” he countered your query. You found yourself forming a cold sweat, debating on how to deliver your message. “Hobbies?”
“Violin.”
“Meh. Parties?”
“You disturb me.” Your best friend’s disgust made you cackle. “See, that’s my point! You don’t know how to have fun anymore. What happened to old Sherlock?”
Now this was a personal offense against Sherlock. “What? You don’t think I’m fun?” Sherlock sounded incredibly appalled by your claim. A hot cloud of air rose to the sky when you scoffed.
“Holmes, you are probably the farthest thing when it comes to the definition of fun!”
“Well, probability-wise, that’s highly improbable when Mycroft exists.”
“His poshness makes up for it. You’re just irritating.” Sherlock puffed out his red cheeks, nudging you playfully. “Oh, come on. You must admit that I’m at least an interesting character?”
You pondered in fake thought, scrunching your face together. “Interesting is debatable. Fun? That’s foreign territory, Sherlock.” The tall man grimaced deeply at your bluntness that he clearly had issues with. “What do you mean by ‘Old Sherlock’? What was good about the ‘old me’? I consider myself much more refined in the present day.”
Old memories of the two of you hanging out with one another as teenagers came back to you. A smile melted on your face from the warm feelings of nostalgia, the chilliness from the snowfall leaving your body.
“You used to prank Mycroft all the time. Everything was always a competition with you and me; we would go from racing down the neighborhood to reach my house first or rush to finish homework and claim the telly before the other could. Oh! We would always make up fake cases, too, trying to entertain a mystery that didn’t even exist,” you laughed to yourself, “Look at us now.”
Sherlock grumbled at the reminder of your old shenanigans. He wasn’t always the fondest of his younger self. But he had to admit he was reckless, even as a child. It was a simpler time and kids didn’t have much to fret or fear.
“Now you’re all enigmatic and stoic with your flipped up coat collar and scary cheekbones. The difference is so disappointing, it’s sickening,” you gagged. Sherlock slipped off his glove and jabbed his freezing hand against your neck, making you exclaim at the coldness and shove him backward. He wore a victorious smirk at your suffering. You pointed a hard finger at him, holding back your own laughter to prove a point.
“NO, that’s not being fun, Sherlock. That’s torture- sadism! You’re just an arse!” He threw his arms in the air, tossing his glove in your face. “It’s subjective! I can be fun,” he insisted.
“You’re predictable, Holmes. You don’t remember what good humor is and it shows in your actions. You pick everything up from books and telly. You can’t surprise me anymore,” you declared. Sherlock’s expression contorted into shock as he stared at you in disbelief. You had left the great Sherlock Holmes baffled. The silence was deafening — music to your ears.
When you thought you were winning this argument, a special glint quickly shone in Sherlock’s eyes. Your expression dropped and then you were pushed backward. There was no railing behind you anymore to catch you.
As you were falling, you naturally grasped for something to hold on to. In this case, Sherlock’s coat. The evil smirk on his face was immediately replaced with shock then fear as he was crashing hard into you. Gravity did the rest of the work. With the momentum you had already begun, dragging Sherlock down with you was one of the worst possible outcomes of the situation. A crude curse slipped past his lips and both of you latched onto each other because there was nothing else to brace with.
What was initially meant to be a playful fall down the snowy hill turned into a rolling battle full of frantic thrashing and screaming as both of your bodies thumped and tangled with each other. The two of you occasionally bounced a few inches off the ground and crashed back into the ground, knocking the breath out of both of you. The wild human avalanche down the hill was finally put to a stop when you rolled into a tree. With a loud OOMPH, you and Sherlock flopped into the ground, groaning and croaking in pain. Neither of you moved for the first passing moments, unable to process what just happened.
Your fall was broken when you landed on top of Sherlock, his body sprawled out in the cold snow, rasping heavily. Some snow fell off your form and your arms shook as you propped yourself up, no longer caring about the fact that you applied all the pressure in your friend’s ribs.
“You alright, mate?” you panted, checking up on Sherlock, eyes analyzing him for any serious injuries.
“You take my breath away.” You sputtered and shook your head at his ridiculous humor. “Aren’t you just romantic?” He squinted his eyes and flashed a sarcastic smile but groaned out, “No, really. Please get off my chest.”
“Oh God, sorry,” you scrambled off of him and he rolled over into the snow, gasping for air as he clutched his side in pain. You punched him in the shoulder. “You bloody twat, Sherlock Holmes! Pushing me down a hill by Jove’s sake!”
“I remember it being much more fun when we were younger,” he grunted out, pushing himself onto his forearms. And just then, his eyes burst wide open. His face slack-jawed as his brain computed at top speed. He was onto something.
“Sherlo-”
“FUN, Y/n,” he articulated, scrambling over to you and grabbing you by the shoulders. You stiffened and backed away, startled by his abrupt realization.
“Oh, Y/n, you are brilliant! This is why we work together!”
“What?! What are you-”
“The kids were abducted because they were having fun! ‘Ray’ is Remus Stooge, another private school kid in the area. The Stooge family owns several of the land plots around this corner of London and they’re the ones funding all three schools — The Stooge’s are plenty wealthy. The children were going to Remus’s home, ditching class time to get a personal house tour of his daddy’s money. The fancy car rides, luxurious delights, shiny sneakers and tailored clothing… Who wouldn’t pass up on an opportunity like that? It only makes sense why they were lured in so easily! Their rich best pal Remus has been the one inviting them right into the trap!”
“What- Sherlock! Where is this all coming from?! How do you even-”
“Trust me, Y/n!! I have it figured out- It all makes sense!” he interjected again. The look on your faces was bizarre. You tossed a handful of snow at him as he blocked it with his hands. “NO?? It doesn’t! This is so sudden-”
Sherlock was on his feet in an instant, brushing off the powder from his coat and yanking you up. His eyes were gleaming with excitement. “We have to go tell Lestrade, now! Call John and get over to the Stooge’s place!”
“To arrest the kid?!”
“No, the butler!” He grabbed your gloved hand and dragged you up the steep white hill. You shook your head wildly, “Holmes, you better have a bloody good explanation for this in the cab or there will be hell to pay.” Sherlock smirked triumphantly and squeezed your hand.
“Come, L/n! The game is on!”
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Hello ji! Kaise ho? Your blog is my mast mast favourite! My question can be too ancient to ask now, almost ten years after the show went on air. But I never found any good answer for this question anywhere. I hope you don’t mind me asking this now. Why did Arnav fall for Khushi? I know, really old. But I was wondering if you could give me some insight into this. Arnav has seen so much of this world, met so many girls, a billionaire who had girls drooling over him. Yet since the day khushi came into his life, he couldn’t see beyond that. I know Khushi is extremely pretty, charming and amazing. But I wanna know why Arnav fell for her. I hope it’s not too much. Take care!
Hello ji!
Hum theek hai! Aap?
Aye haye thank you for the compliment!
Oh, that’s an interesting and difficult question!
It’s a combination of a few things. Regardless of experience and exposure one falls in love with a person due to multiple factors. So Arnav’s history holds little meaning to his attraction for Khushi.
1) Khushi is beautiful
There’s no denying that Arnav is immediately attracted to who falls in his arms. One of the first things he does is stares at her eyes and lips.
Khushi has that effortless beauty and innocence that draws him like a moth to a flame.
2) continuous intrigue
If their paths never crosses he would’ve forgotten her after a point. However they keep meeting, and curiosity is a strong emotion. He was attracted by her face, and her intellect and instincts attract him further. Her sharp tongue and banter gives him a fire. In a way he constantly thinking about her and eager to meet her again, curious about what else she can do.
3) sexual tension
The sexual energy between them isn’t a one sided affair. It is reciprocated at every turn which becomes one of the key ingredients in their slow burn romance.
4) a perfect match
Despite them being as opposite as chalk and cheese, they’re very similar under the surface. From temperaments to losing parents at a young age, he goes from having a great rebuttal session to trauma bonding with her.
All these evoke powerful emotions.
5) unattainable
HE knows he can’t have her. Her ideals about line and relationship is contradictory to his and we never see him try to even attempt anything between him and Khushi until she gets engaged. IT’s like a crash on a head that makes him go…
She’s settling for a person she doesn’t love? Wtf, here’s me. We’re happier miserable together.
6) Khushi’s reciprocated emotions
Her care, concern, crush for him is obvious. And it all comes from her heart. Her farak padta hai and ability to read him when possible drives her closer to his heart. She can see when he’s lying. She is in the same wavelength as him.
She has this quiet right over him that he allows and exerts over her as well. With those rare few moments they share he realizes his passions are met with equal intensity.
7) from confusion to happiness
IT takes him an eternity to realize that making her happy makes him happy. Her sadness breaks his heart and supporting her fills him with pride. The joy of seeing her with his gifted bangles is unparalleled.
When her emotions affect him, he finally realizes he is in love.
Hope I answered your question!! Shoutout to @pakki-ya-nahin for some of her awesome gifs 👏
Best,
- JWB
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