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don't make me wait | copia x reader
summary: you make copia wait, he’s not happy about that.
or alternatively: "DOM COPIA BREEDING AGAINST A DOOR" (powered by @sweatandwoe)
content: 1.5k words, afab!reader, dom!copia, smut, 18+ only, MDNI or I block you, breeding kink, rough sex, p in v, some mild degradation, they're established
Masterlist – Ao3 link
You would keep Copia waiting. You knew you would. And yet you agreed to help a desperate Sibling study for their Latin test to avoid the wrath of Papa Secondo. You could not help it, not when they asked you with tears in their eyes, lips quivering, already shaking. And that is why you spent the past two hours in the library explaining grammar rules to a novice.
Only when the bells start chiming six do you realize that you’re not just ten minutes late to your… little meeting… but a whole hour.
There is no time to feel guilty about it. You run down the corridors in nervous anticipation, only slowing down when you reach the eerily quiet wing that houses the offices of the high-ranking clergy members. You enter Copia’s office without knocking, only to find him already waiting by the entrance. Startled, you don’t fight him when he immediately pulls you further inside and slams the door shut again. The harsh sound echoes in your head like an explosive and you squeal in surprise, almost stumbling over your own feet.
“I was coming to look for you,” Copia states and then he’s suddenly pushing you against the hard wooden door, flipping you around until his front is pressed against your back, caging you in. You have to turn your head so your nose won’t get crushed and impair your breathing. Cheek squished and one eye squeezed close, you try to catch a glimpse of him. But Copia is busy. The lock clicks, the familiar sound much closer to your ear than usual as he traps you inside of his stuffy office. You shudder in excitement. His breath is hot against your burning skin when he brings his mouth to your ear, lips grazing the shell.
“I want you,” he growls. “I’ve wanted you all f-fucking day. And you make me wait?”
You whimper as his teeth meet the skin of your neck, slowly wandering down the slope of your shoulder where he stops, taking a deep breath.
“Do you not want me?” he asks, biting you through the fabric of your habit. “Tell me, amore, have you grown tired of your Papa? Is that why you come late?”
You whimper pathetically, arching into him. He’s already hard against your ass, pushing in even more as his teeth dig into your flesh until it’s bordering painful. The thought of his strong jaw makes you suck in a sharp, lust-filled breath.
“Words,” he snarls. “Tell me, amore. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you. I want you so bad.”
He groans, dragging his hot mouth over your neck again, restless and hungry and searching. He bites the soft skin just below your ear, even harder than before, pulling at your skin before he releases. “Say it again, tesoro. Say it. Make me believe you.”
“I want you,” you whisper. “Please, I want you so much, Copia.”
He grunts, pulling back only to slam you against the door again. “It’s Papa.”
You cry out, fingers sprawled over the smooth wood for more support. “I want you so much, Papa. I want– I n-need you.”
“Again,” he growls. “Say it.”
“I want you, Papa, I want you. I need you.”
His hand finds yours and he weaves your fingers together, sliding your joint hands over your head only to grab your other hand as well, rendering you immobile as he traps them beneath his strong palm. The angle is uncomfortable, your breasts hurt from the way they are squeezed against the solid door and you know you’ll find purple bruises all over your body tomorrow.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Copia says. “And I want you to repeat your words with every thrust, amore, you understand? You beg for me like a good little whore. You beg because you made your Papa wait.”
“Y-yes.”
He groans in annoyance. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Papa. I’m sorry, Papa.”
You hear him work his pants open with his free hand, knuckles rubbing against your ass every few seconds without providing any sort of relief. It takes a while until you finally hear the buckle of his belt and then he’s hiking up your skirts so roughly that his nails bite into your soft ass cheek. You cry out when his hand finally meets your soaked panties, pushing them to the side only to slide two fingers into your dripping hole without warning. You keen, clench around him, unable to hide just how needy you are by now.
“Oh, you like that, sì? You’re so starved for your Papa.”
“Hmmm.”
“What did I tell you?” His voice has an unfamiliar edge to it, rougher, deeper, a timbre that has your whole pussy throbbing. “Speak.”
“Please, Papa, I n-need you. Need you inside of me, please.”
“Say that you want my cock, amore. Say it.”
You swallow, throat dry and scratchy from creating all these desperate sounds. “I want your cock, Papa. Please.”
He removes his fingers, giving you no time before his cock slides in, all the way until his whole length is buried deep inside of you. Two seconds to adjust, then he pulls out and slams back in, hard and relentless. You cry out, nails digging into the unyielding wood of the door until they hurt.
“So tight, fuck.” His free hand finds your hip, kneading the doughy flesh as he adjusts. Suddenly he gives you a hard smack to help you remember. The sound echoes in the otherwise quiet room just like the stinging pain lingers on your skin.
You speak without even thinking. “I want you so bad, Papa. Please, please fuck me.”
“That’s it. You learn, finally.”
The intermission is over. Wet, obscene sounds fill the silent office, orchestrated by Copia’s unrelenting rhythm. He fucks you like he’s been desperate to do so all day, rough, hammering thrusts that would hurt if it weren’t for the way he’s hitting you just right, dragging the tip of his cock over your sweet spot again and again. You give him what he wants, join in on his symphony with your cries and whimpers, followed by the occasional please and I need you, Papa, I want you so much. Ordinarily, you would be embarrassed that anyone walking by his office door can hear you, but you’re too far gone to care now. Every stroke carries you closer to your release and you can tell he’s close too by the way his grunts become needy and off-key.
You ignore the pain in your cheek, the pain in your fingers, the way your knees are giving out underneath you. All you can focus on is how good it feels and then he’s suddenly pulling your lower body into him with his palm against your abdomen, pushing in even deeper. You involuntarily arch your back into a painful angle but it’s too good, especially once his hand snakes under your habit, searching, warm and still wet with your juices. Once his thumb grazes your clit you come undone. Your muscles spasm and you start shaking violently as you find your release, crying in high-pitched whimpers. Copia lets out a string of curses, faltering in his rhythm.
“Beg,” he says. “Beg for my come, ask me to b-breed you like a bitch.”
You’re struggling to comprehend but another growl has you babbling. “Come for me, Papa. Please breed me, let me have your s-seed.”
Your words have him moaning desperately, a sound that makes you clench even harder around him, and suddenly he stops dead in his tracks. Another moan and he’s spilling inside of you, rope after rope, twitching wildly. You almost don’t hear his next words over your panting, even though his mouth is still right by your ear.
“I love you,” he whispers. “Oh, how I love you.”
You smile, completely spent. “I love you, too.”
Copia slowly unravels your bodies and you flinch when he pulls out, his come trickling down your thighs immediately. But you’re more concerned about your aching arms as you carefully bring them back down, your joints complaining with every centimeter. Copia reaches for your wrists, rubbing slow circles before he starts massaging your numb limbs to increase the blood flow. You can’t help but stare at his disheveled form, hair tousled and lipstick smudged, his wet, softening dick still out.
Copia presses a soft kiss to your palm before he drops your arms, inspecting your cheek instead. “Does it hurt bad? I know I went a little crazy on you, tesorino.”
“It’s fine, I like it like that,” you reply, but when he touches your bruised cheekbone you still hiss.
Copia hums but it’s not a happy sound. “I’m sorry, amore.”
You softly shake your head and pull him in for a proper kiss. He immediately sinks into your embrace, holding you like the most precious thing, and you’re happy for the support. His lips are cautious, soothing, providing all the softness he lacked earlier. You already can’t wait to return to your quarters and sink into the silky sheets of your shared bed.
When you break away, Copia rests his forehead against yours, nuzzling your nose. “You really should not make an old man wait like this,” he says. “I get so worked up, amore.”
You can’t help but grin. “Actually, my love, I think I should be late way more often.”
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@galaxycatphoenix7 Thank you! Love the observations :). And hope you don’t mind that I’m making a separate post to answer the last part of that, because this is a great question!
Hyrule Warriors is actually one of the few Zelda games I haven’t played, so Artemis is one of the Zeldas I’m least familiar with. But I’ve done a bit of research and also asked around. The general consensus I gathered led me to develop her personality the way I have, and I ended up agreeing that Artemis seems to fit her better.
I made two posts about this a while ago and some kind folks chimed in with their opinions: here and here.
Here’s what I gathered from that and my own research:
HW Zelda is more brash and daring (generally Artemis characterizations) than rational and calculating (general Athena characterizations)
HW Zelda may be a strong leader (Artemis and her huntresses), but she’s not necessarily a great strategist (like Athena would be). HW Zelda loses her piece of the Triforce to the enemy (edit: apparently, when Link does). This seems to indicate that she may not have a plan for everything, but she’ll do what it takes to get it back.
HW Zelda’s relationship with Link is similar to Artemis and Orion (can’t confirm this because I’m unfamiliar with the legend of Artemis and Orion, but source for comment is in the post linked above)
HW Zelda’s weapon is a sword (specifically, a rapier), but she wields a bow in a lot of her specials and therefore does so more often than any other Zelda (And it can fire four light arrows at once!!! It’s very cool, and this was before BotW’s mutishot bows iirc)
Anyways, folks, if you have any thoughts on the matter, please feel free to chime in on this post as well!
I’m probably not going to be rewriting Artemis’ whole characterization at this point, especially since her fiery, daring nature balances out Dusk’s logical caution and Sun’s warm confidence so well. But I always do like to hear more of how people envision Artemis, so I can compare it to how I envision her, and work it into the way I write her :)
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Beats till the song disappears
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Classic era, Sonic 2's bad ending timeline but I made it better. Or worse. Leaving for you to decide. Enjoy :)
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He trudged through the dark zone, silent and windless akin to a closed, lifeless chamber.
The place was littered with systematically arranged crystal blocks that would've looked aesthetically pleasing if it were daytime. For now, they just made the place more eerie as he waited for Robotnik to show up.
After what felt like an eternity of worried pacing to the speedy hedgehog but in reality was barely a couple of minutes, two of the structures nearby split apart, revealing a camouflaged panel sliding in the ground.
Sonic stopped, facing the opening to see the Eggmobile rise from the underground, hovering a meter or so above the inclined floor leading into the depth.
The doctor looked composed, unworried, his spectacles glinting with a previously absent touch of confidence, of victory.
"Did you bring them?" He asked, addressing the frustrated hedgehog.
Sonic revealed four emeralds without a word, pulling them away as the other tried to grab for them.
"Tails?"
"Hand them over first."
Sonic was about to retaliate but paused at seeing the other hover a finger over the mobile's control panel, staring straight at him with the unspoken threat clear in his body language. He could kill the kit if Sonic wasn't careful.
His thoughts conflicting with one another and the concern for his little brother chiming in, he finally relented, holding out the gems for the mobile's claws to grab.
"Now tell me where he is."
"Careful, hedgehog, you don't get to make demands here. I believe we had an agreement that he'll be spared only if you brought all five Chaos Emeralds, hmm?"
Silence fell over the terrain, the hero shooting a venomous glare at Robotnik. It would be too much of a gamble to attack him when he had a link open to wherever he was keeping Tails. His lack of acknowledgement to the earlier question was answer enough. He hadn't been able to collect the required number of emeralds on time.
"I see," the scientist murmured.
Sonic gritted his teeth, high strung, on edge. He was aware he had failed but he needed to know...
"Just tell me if my brother is alright."
"He is," the other sighed in an exaggerated display of disappointment, "I would've gotten rid of him by now provided your ineptitude-"
"You know I can't locate them all this fast!" Sonic snarled, looking seconds away from jumping at his throat.
"But I am feeling rather... merciful today," the man continued on without even reacting to the interruption, his demeanor betraying he held all the cards. "I propose another deal, hedgehog. If you agree, I promise that no harm will come to Tails."
Sonic shouldn't trust him. Didn't trust him. But if it meant Tails would be safe...
He nodded, signalling to Robotnik that he was listening. Said scientist smirked under his mustache.
"Become part of my legion. Surrender yourself to me, and your little friend will go unharmed."
His legion. The hero had fought against him enough times, had seen enough horrors and rescued enough critters being used as test subjects to read between the lines, to know what Robotnik meant. The mere mention of that thing still makes him sick. Robotnik wasn't asking him to just give up his freedom. He was demanding for Sonic to give up his mind and body, his free will, in the worst way possible.
Sonic's life or Tails' safety?
It took him less than a second to choose.
"Well?" Robotnik's voice prompted, already knowing his nemesis' decision.
"If you hurt Tails-"
"Oh don't be so leery. I gave you my word. Your fox friend will not be harmed. Now, do we have a deal or do I signal my bots to neutralize that menace?"
Sonic squeezed his eyes shut, shaking with a plethora of emotions he couldn't bring himself to grasp and process as they came and went in waves. He gasped in a breath and stilled, before coiled tension leaked away from his body and he sighed. Surrendered.
"Deal."
"Excellent!" He could hear the victorious grin in Robotnik's voice but he didn't react, unable to bring himself to look up, gaze fixed on his red and white sneakers as he willingly sealed his fate. His iconic shoes held his focus, shoes that allowed him his freedom to run as fast as his heart desired. The same freedom which he was now volunterily giving up for his brother.
It felt like just yesterday when he had met the little guy, his shoes very smilar to Sonic's own, a matching color scheme. Something he had never paid attention to before but was now a glaring memory. He hadn't even told Tails how much he cared for him, how much proud he was, had he?
If he were to be given a chance to speak with Tails, he'd never remain silent again.
His feet moved without his consent, following the rotound man into the underground base until he blinked out of his thoughts and found himelf in a lab, facing a tall glass cylinder strung up in the center of the circular space.
It stood empty, it's front open, waiting to be occupied. Sonic stared on, unable to look away.
"Now don't be shy, step into the capsule. Chop chop!"
A hair's breath pause and he stepped forward, inside the glass confinement and upon the platform inside, fully resigning himself to what he had agreed on. His breath shuddered with anguish and dread as Robotnik moved around it to the front and pressed a switch.
The glass sealed behind him with a decisive click.
Adrenaline shot through his veins as the machine hummed to life, lights glowing awake below the platform he stood on and the welded hatch above him.
His heartbeat began to thunder in his ears, quills pricking up but he held still, letting the titanium clamps reaching for him seal around his ankles and wrists.
He saw Robotnik clicking away at a nearby screen and then he felt a subtle jerk, the machine's hum increasing in volume and intensity, the platform under him rising up.
With one final click at the keyboard, sleek contraptions that looked suspiciously like a sci-fi mixture of scanner and blaster surrounded him and pulsing rays shot out from their openings.
Sonic grunted as he felt the energy strike him, the clamps keeping him still.
2%
It started from below, at the legs. Of course it fucking did. Sonic wanted to scream, wanted to yell and kick and bang his fists against the glass, feeling cold numbness slowly spreading up his most powerful weapons, his legs, his speed, stripped from him painstakingly slowly as flesh turned to metal.
All he did was clench his fists and grit his teeth in anguish, his whole being screaming at him to move but he held still. He couldn't move, not if it placed his first friend, his best friend, at risk.
28%
The titanium bands securing his ankles and wrists seemed to tighten, restricting the little bit of movement he had as the rays slowly climbed up to his torso, inches below his heart.
He didn't let the tears show.
For Tails for Tails for Tails for Tails
His thoughts chanted like a mantra, placing all his being into not moving, letting himself be turned into a machine, until his ears swivelled at the swoosh of a panelled door sliding open, urging him to look up.
His breath caught in his throat, each cell freezing up in a mixture of shock, rage and despair.
No. No no no no no no no no NO!
"TAILS!" The anguished wail left his chest just as his heart stopped beating, an engine's hum replacing its frantic rhythm.
He payed it no mind. It didn't matter when it was ripped to shreds anyway the moment his blurry gaze met his brother's.
Glowing red optics stared back.
He tried to move, tried to break free but it made no difference, half his body frozen on the spot, under the control of the Chaos forsaken monster who did this.
65%
The bands on his wrists burned, something warm and damp flowed down his palms and dripped from his fingers. Sonic was numb to it, struggling and shaking in the glass confine, his own screams becoming muffled to his ears.
"You promised! YOU FUCKING PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T HURT HIM!"
A screen beeped, the vitals' charts on it going haywire as the progress bar reached 78%.
The mustached scientist just stood there grinning, unconcerned and victorious.
"And I kept my promise. He is unharmed, well and alive." The words seemed to echo in his head, reverberating as if imprinting on the walls of his mind, the machine's buzz and hum drowned out by them. "Just as you asked, rodent."
He couldn't take his pained eyes off of the small yellow robot and his captor noticed that, turning to address Tails with a deceptively encouraging smile.
"Isn't that right, Metal Tails?"
The little robot finally moved, startled beeps escaping it as it's mechanical gaze shifted away from hyperfocusing on Sonic and towards what it's systems told it to be it's creator.
The familiar innocence in that small gesture, even though seeing it on a roboticized mecha, broke something in Sonic.
He tried to call out to his brother but realized he couldn't speak. He couldn't feel his muzzle or mouth anymore. Oh...
The screen read 96%.
As the metal climbed up his quills and ears and the world began to fade into static, Sonic drowned out Eggman's smug grin and droning of the roboticizer's rays, putting all that was left of his mind and strenght into focusing on Tails.
He wanted his last memory to be of his brother, even if no longer flesh and blood but mere metal and wires, he was still Tails. His Tails. That much was clear from its demeanor alone, the innocence, the curiosity, the intelligence, it was all there. Sonic would be able to tell his kid apart from a thousand other Tailses if he had to.
The tears he'd been holding back finally slipped down, the last piece of his humanity used into conveying to Tails that he was sorry, that he loved him.
99%
His eyes closed, the metal covered up the last of the organic cells and Sonic finally went still.
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Metal Tails gazed upon the powering down capsule, his processors showing the progress bar having reached 100%.
He couldn't take his focus off of the inactive hedgehog; organic, mechanical, irrelevant, Metal Tails was drawn to him even before the roboticization was completed.
Something suspiciously illogical was recorded in his archives during the process. He had sensed what organics refer to as emotions being conveyed to him earlier by the same being. It seemed to be a combination of concern, remorse and affection.
How could he do that without any working signal and communication link to Metal Tails?
The roboticized hedgehog suddenly beeped awake, internal fans whirring as his systems rapid-fire processed the new programming and commands. He jerked within the bonds and stilled again, hanging limp for a long beat.
Metal Sonic lifted his head up, optical processors switching on to reveal glowing red optics staring straight into Metal Tails' own.
It appeared the other robot was finally awake.
Metal Tails couldn't calculate why the organic hedgehog had seemed to know about him but he had felt drawn to the blue being just the same.
Perhaps it was a satisfactory calculation on his creator's part as Metal Tails' tended to get lonely and this arrangement made him most pleased.
Another robot companion made for the perfect promised gift.
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No characters were killed in the making of this story, just as I promised :]
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Archons Reacting To Their Creator Singing Pt. 1
Hello, peeps! This is my first SAGAU post! :)
Part 1 [Venti, Zhongli, Ei and Nahida] (You're Here!) || Part 2 [Furina]
Author's Note: The Creator is singing this song specifically (or any of The Crane Wives' songs, honestly). It's such a good song.
Also, I had a few headcanons of mine thrown here and there. You can figure them out as you go and feel free to take inspiration! :D
Author's Note 2 (8/26/23): I'll be adding Furina soon!
Author's Note 3 (11/12/23): Added Furina! :D Check the link above! I also fixed minor things here!
Content Warning(s): None
Other Notes: Default SAGAU / GN!Reader / Drabbles - Different Scenarios / 1.9k+ Words / Ao3 Link
[ Venti ]
" This house says my name like an elegy
Oh my, oh my
Echoing where my ghosts all used to be
Oh my, oh my "
After a long day entertaining your followers and finally alone, the Traveler takes you to Windrise for you to rest and bid farewell as they used the Statue of the Seven to teleport who-knows-where. You remember they prefer working on commissions late at night but you worry they aren’t getting proper sleep.
You sigh, tiredness caught up to your body, but your mind is wide-awake. A crystal fly perches on your shoulder, basking in your presence. Its glow never ceases to amaze you; you can feel your eyes twinkling as you gently caress it with your fingertip.
A distant tune chimes in your mind - like the gentle light of the moon and the soft earthy smell of the ground. You hum the song's intro quietly; the crystal fly takes flight to join its kin, circling you from the air with their slow elegance.
You start singing, your peripheral missing a certain bard stopping in his tracks when he hears your voice and hides in plain sight. The grass sways beneath your feet, and the fireflies glow brighter as you gain the confidence to sing a little louder. He floats by and rests his feet on one of the tree’s branches, adoring the sight below him.
As a bard, Barbatos wants to play along but doesn't want to interrupt you; that would be impolite of him. He pays attention to the lyrics you’re singing and makes sure to ingrain them in his mind and inspire him to make another tune similar to yours. He knows it doesn’t match your divine, but he will try to please you with his hymns. The God of Wind can see you smile while singing to yourself, and your surroundings dance in delight, making his heart skip a beat.
Due to his starstruck mind, he didn’t realize that you had finished singing, and you glanced up to see the crystal flies; your eyes met his. You suddenly feel conscious, heat rising on your cheeks. He drops from his hiding spot, kneeling on one knee when he lands.
“Your Grace,” He looks up at you, slight regret upon his emerald eyes, “I apologize-”
You’re honestly tired of your followers apologizing to you for every little thing they do.
“It’s not a big deal, Venti.” You say so casually, your tone firm yet smooth as silk, “As I said before, treat me like any other normal Teyvatians. Or like a fellow Archon.”
He is quiet for a while as he contemplates, which is highly unusual for him. You mentally take a note before he stands up, manifesting his lyre, and smiles at you.
“Well then,” He says, his fingers plucking the strings, “Can you teach the song of yours to a poor ol’ bard like me, Y/N?”
You can’t help but grin when he says your name. “With pleasure.”
[ Zhongli ]
“ All my aching bones are trembling
And I may yet fall apart
Won't you stay with me, my darling
When the war starts in my heart? “
It is a hot afternoon when you visit Nantianmen, with Zhongli accompanying you since he knows his region at the back of his hand. He built it from the ground to impress you and continuously fight off threats to prepare for your arrival.
But he never thought you would arrive after his "death", yet he welcomed you when you sought him out at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. You agreed to have a contract with him that states that you will never expose his true identity as Morax. After all, you know his lore and backstory, so you stir clear from Adepti territories as much as possible despite the condition not written on the contract.
His gaze never leaves you as you hum and randomly point your finger to something new; he willingly gives you its story and you listen to him intently, eyes sparkling with curiosity. As he finishes, both of you stand before the area where Azhdaha was imprisoned.
You sing your tune while brushing your hands against the flowers, blossoming under your touch. His golden eyes widen, turning to you as your surroundings come to life. The leaves sway to your melody; the sunlight emits a glow that Zhongli himself cannot explain. The birds chirp along, and the rustle of the grass compliments your melodies.
The song's lyrics are breathtaking enough, and your voice is divine to his ears. He is more than happy to have you sing in his presence.
He realizes he is holding his breath after you’re done singing; you turn to him and smile bashfully.
“I hope you liked it.” You say, “And I may have messed up the lyrics a little.”
“I enjoyed it, Your Grace.” He says to you, pleased, “And, I assure you, I will not mind if you explain the ly-”
“Oh boy, I’m really glad you can lend an ear, Zhongli!” You beamed. “You have no idea how much I want to discuss the lyrics with someone!”
He blinks in surprise, his pursed lips melting into a genuine smile. “I'll be listening, Your Grace.”
[ Ei ]
“ Every word I say is kindling
But the smoke clears when you're around
Won't you stay with me, my darling
When my walls start burning down, down, down “
Beelzebul is built for fighting. You are well-aware of that.
But, as a Creator, you are bold enough to ask her if she can sing, and she turns to you with a dumbfounded look. You didn’t mind if she didn’t answer your inquiry, but she insisted anyway. Of course, she can, but some of her notes are off-tune. Regardless, you’re impressed that the Electro Archon herself can sing and that's enough information for you.
Ei didn’t tell you how embarrassed she was when she tried to sing in front of your divine presence. She airs this predicament out to her dear friend Yae Miko. The sly Yokai obviously never going to live it down.
Weeks later, you are invited to a gathering where you need to entertain people and can’t deny the request since you are this world's Creator. You are looking for someone to get comfortable with singing the tune in your head. You do not feel as safe with any of your followers except with Ei but she already has a nation to deal with, and you don’t need to disturb her from her endeavors.
Even without speaking, Yae takes notice of your behavior and notifies Ei as soon as possible. Knowing that sly Youkai, you had no choice but to rehearse in front of the Archon since you would rather hide behind Ei while she deals with a Thunderhelm Lawachurl than Yae shooting you cunning looks and teasing you despite you being her Creator.
You temporarily borrowed the Traveler’s Serenitea pot; they don’t mind since they are taking bounties and finishing their remaining commissions. There’s a kitchen inside the teapot, so you had prepared her favorite dessert as a token of thanks for her presence. She says there’s no need for you to be so polite since you are her Creator but you insist that you appreciate her having her schedule cleared just to see you sing.
You take a deep breath, calming yourself before starting to sing. Ei’s eyes widen when she hears you sing, stopping her from eating the dessert she’s holding. The sky above you delightful showers you with its light, and your hair glistens radiantly. The water from the nearby waterfall matches your tune, and a gentle breeze hugs your body.
She just stares in awe after you’re done singing.
“Uh, how was it?” You ask her awkwardly, her gaze unchanging. Her purple eyes remain on you as if she is studying your stance.
She gains back composure a second later after registering your question and clears her throat, “It’s impressive, Your Grace. And I wouldn’t mind if you could sing for eternity.”
You freeze at that thought as she chuckles at your reaction.
[ Nahida ]
“ This tired old machine is a-rumbling
Oh my, oh my
Singing songs to the secrets behind my eye
Oh my, oh my “
Nahida is a gentle and intelligent god by nature.
Meanwhile, you are already an intense person in your world to protect the weak. As a Creator of this world, you want the Sages to pay like any other sane person and punish them accordingly and mercilessly. They will face your wrath like any other enemies who dared to lay a finger on your favored acolytes.
But she begs you not to, and you have no choice but to comply with her wishes. She’s the God of Wisdom… and an adorable one that you can't resist her pleading emerald eyes. Despite your rough facade, Buer sees through you and appreciates you - as her Creator - wanting to protect her. You huff and glance away, saying she deserves more than being treated like nothing for hundreds of years.
You wonder how such a god can be kindhearted; you even acknowledge quietly that there’s not even a bad bone in Nahida. You trade your knowledge with her about your world, and she trades off the knowledge she learned from the Irmunsul and Dottore. She does this in order to distract you from your violent tendencies - you will give a piece of your mind to whoever bad mouths her and your followers.
One day, she accompanies and leads you to a place where small creatures live to ease your mind from harming the Sages. They call themselves the Aranara, and they are… tiny. Tiny and cute creatures, you thought to yourself. You notice they speak in such an odd manner, but you don’t mind.
One Aranara requested if you could sing for them, and you blinked rapidly at the sudden request. What kind of question is that? You look confused and turn to the Dendro Archon, who encourages you to answer. You sigh before saying that you can, but you warn that they should not expect your voice to be pretty and all.
The Aranara in front of you tilts their head and gives it a little scratch with its tiny hand; they said they haven’t even heard of your voice. You finally cave in and straighten your back to sing the first song that comes to your mind.
The forest around you lights up as if cheering and basking under your divinity. The Aranara around you follows your tune, and they are good at picking up the notes even when they aren’t familiar with the song you’re singing.
Nahida watches you out of curiosity, and admiration, relieved when you finally let loose, and she grins when she sees you smiling. She claps along when you hit the second chorus of your song, humming along with the tunes she’s familiar with.
When you’re done singing, the Aranara folk cheers. One floats above you to put a flower crown on your head. You feel slightly embarrassed with all the attention you’re getting and you see Nahida clapping her hands in delight.
“That was delightful, Your Grace.” She says, coming down from her projected swing.
“It’s nothing, really.” You lied but, surely, she had already seen through you.
Nahida chuckles and hands you her signature dessert, “Have a snack! I’m pretty sure you’re hungry from all that singing.”
You let out a small, amused laugh, “...Thank you, Nahida.”
Damn it, you’ve grown a soft spot for this gentle god.
And both of you know that you wouldn’t stop protecting her when the time comes, no matter the cost.
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Billywing Stings - Ominis Gaunt
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!Hufflepuff!Reader
Themes: fluff, Ominis being protective and a lil mean to Garreth
A/N: I love Garreth tbh I want more. I hope you guys like this one :)
“Hi, Ominis!” you chime, tugging on the blond boy’s sleeve.
He turns toward you and smiles. “Hello, (Y/N). How did class go for you?”
You shrug and sigh, looping your arm through his. “It was alright. My potions were good, but I got in trouble with Professor Sharp.”
He frowns and touches your hand. “Don’t tell me you helped Garreth with that disaster…”
You laugh lightly, scratching your head. “Maybe…but he was so nice! How could I say no, Ominis?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “By saying no, (Y/N). Garreth is only trouble. I don’t want you to keep getting in trouble because he’s nice.”
You smile and nod. You know he’s right, but when someone corners you, you can’t say no. Well…he didn’t corner you, but you were alone and that was enough pressure. You agree with Ominis and the two of you walk together to the library.
***
You’ve been thinking about what Ominis said the other day about Garreth. You keep getting in trouble with professors for helping people and it’s really weighing on you.
“No. Sorry,” you whisper to yourself. “No, I’m busy. No, then I’m lying and that’s worse. No, I can’t. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t.”
You shake your head as you walk up the stairs to the Great Hall entrance.
“I feel so mean!” you say loudly, rubbing your hands on your face.
You turn around to see the red-headed boy leaning against the wall. You walk over to him, holding your hands behind your back.
“Hello, Garreth! What do you need?”
“Well after getting me that fwooper feather, I thought you’d be just the person I need.”
Oh boy. You want to help Garreth, but knowing him, it’ll be something bad. You listen to him explain his plan and thinking for a moment.
“Why can’t I just buy the billywing stings?”
He shakes his head, folding his arms. “If I wanted to buy them I would, but this plan is much better. Besides, you’re great at being stealthy.”
You look around to see if anyone was listing and spin your hair in your fingers. “I mean I guess I could get it.”
He grins and claps his hands together. “Awesome! I knew you’d help me. Thanks, (Y/N).”
With that, he runs off, leaving you in the stairwell. You sigh and turn towards the stairs. You really don’t want to end up in trouble for this. Getting in trouble with Professor Sharp was already enough. You quickly run to the Undercroft and look around. One of them must be here. You walk around, peering around the pillars and sigh, sliding down one onto the floor. What are you going to do? You hold your head in your hands until you hear the gate open. You spin around and see Ominis walking in.
“Ominis!” you shout as you run over.
His eyes widen in surprise. He must not have known you were in here. He smiles and holds his free hand out to you.
“Hello, (Y/N). How are you?”
You take his hand in yours and frown. “Can I hug you, Ominis?”
He furrows his brows and turns his face toward the ground. After a few seconds he turns back to you and nods. You hug him tightly and shut your eyes. You feel him stiffen at the contact but a second later he softens and hugs you back.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, softly, sensing your distress.
You pull away and look down, picking at your fingers. “Do you know of a one-eyed witch statue?”
He puts his wand away, resting his hands on his hips. “A one-eyed witch statue? Yes…Why?”
You bite your lip, pulling at the skin and run your hands through your hair. “There’s a passageway to Honeydukes beneath the statue…”
He sighs and shakes his head. “Please don’t tell me this Is for Garreth. What in Merlin’s beard could you need that for?”
“Billywing stings…?”
He’s silent for a moment as he thinks about what you said.
“You’re not stealing them…are you?”
You don’t respond but he knows the answer.
“(Y/N)! Why would you agree?” he says, voice rising slightly. “I told you Garreth was bad news.”
“I know, but he’s nice to me! I tried! I was practicing like you told me and then he asked and said buying them would be too hard…”
When the words come out of your mouth you realise. First of all, how would he know if you’ve bought them or not? Second, how is that the hard part? Ominis puts his hands over his face, groaning. You know he’s looking out for you, but you hate disappointing people. If you do it, you disappoint Ominis. If you don’t you disappoint Garreth. You whimper quietly and crouch down, hands over your head.
Ominis pulls out his wand and walks over, kneeling next to you. “(Y/N), I know you want to help, but I can’t let you do this.”
You look up at him, frowning. “Can I just buy them for him?”
He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t get them at all. Garreth is trouble and the more you help him, the more he’ll ask for things like this. He knows that a Hufflepuff is loyal and he'll use it against you.”
You nod and sigh. “You’re right….”
“I’ll talk to him.”
You gasp and grab him. “Please don’t be mean! Garreth is nice!”
He’s silent for a moment and stands. “I promise I won’t be mean.”
You watch him walk out of the Undercroft and sit down. Merlin, you hope he isn’t mean…
***
“Garreth,” Ominis growls, walking up to the boy.
Garreth had been in the viaduct courtyard, talking to Everett. He spins around to see Ominis.
“Yes?”
Ominis walks up, wand pointed at him. Garreth holds his arms up in defense, slightly afraid. Ominis opens his mouth to speak but sighs, putting his wand away. He can’t be mean, he promised.
“Leave (Y/N) alone, Garreth.”
Garreth furrows his brows and leans against the stone railing. “What have I done?”
“She keeps getting in trouble because of you. If you want to be her friend, I can’t stop you. She sees you as a friend. Stop asking her for favors or I won’t be so polite anymore.”
Garreth opens his mouth as if to say something but shuts it, looking at Everett. Everett shrugs and Garreth looks back at Ominis.
“Alright…I didn’t realise she was upset about it. I’ll stop.”
Ominis pokes him in the chest. “You swear it, Weasley?”
Garreth nods. “I swear it, Gaunt.”
Ominis scowls and turns away, grabbing his wand and leaving. He really hoped that worked.
***
You hear a shift in the chair next to you and pick you head up. You had been taking a small nap in the library, avoiding Garreth. Ominis has sat down next to you.
“Hello, (Y/N),” he says, smiling.
You grin and grab his sleeve. “Hi, Ominis!”
“You can forget the billywing stings.”
You gasp and lean in. “Please tell me you weren’t mean!”
He’s silent as he presses his lips together. “I don’t think I was.”
You stare at him and rub your hands on your knees. “Alright…I trust you…”
He smiles and pushes his shoulder into you. “I was thinking about getting some fudge flies. Would you like to join me?”
You giggle lightly and nod. “Absolutely. I want a chocolate frog and maybe I won’t get Ignatia Wildsmith this time,” you say, groaning.
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fake or not fake ~ daniel ricciardo (dr3)
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pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader
summary: a prank in a bar by his friends, then some slight embarrassment, that might just lead to something bigger and better.
words: 2.8K
warnings: explicit language, mentions of drinking, and fluff. just fluff.
a/n: no, i did not get the inspo for this from narcos 1x1... lmao. i haven't even watched more episodes (at least not yet) but that scene just got stuck in my head. so credit goes to screenwriters of narcos i guess.
and you know that i just had to write something ahead of this very emotional weekend. i'm not ready btw. (i'm gonna miss you so much, sv5 and dr3, i don't know what i will do after sunday. f1 will never be the same without the two of you.)
reader, please don't be a ghost, all feedback is well appreaciated, rb or comment!
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"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Sebastian asks, leaning back in the booth, his eyes glancing back and forth from the bar counter – or more specifically the two girls sitting there – to his friends-slash-colleagues sitting opposite him.
"When do any of his ideas turn out to be good?" Lewis lets out a chuckle, earning a light punch in the shoulder from George along with an exclaimed, huffish hey.
"It's going to be alright, don't worry. Danny can take a joke," George says in defence of his idea he just announced to the other two a minute ago. "And by the way, that girl is one hundred percent his type. He won't mind."
As if he was summoned by the mention of his name, Daniel appears in their sight on his way back from the bathroom, a spring in his step as his head slightly moves around to the beat of the song playing.
"Okay, let's do this," Seb mumbles, all three pairs of eyes trained on their fellow driver as he approaches.
"What's up, guys, why are you all silent? Does the conversation just die when I'm not around?"
Daniel chuckles at his joke, and Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes whilst scooting a bit further inside the booth to let his friend sit down comfortably. "Yeah, sure."
The chat between them sparks up again, just as light and fun as it was before – and as it always has been in their group. The perfect way to let go of all the tension of the racing season. They were lucky to have a free Monday evening after another race weekend.
Not many minutes pass though before George quickly glances at Seb with a mischievous glint in his eyes, then turning his attention to the victim he's chosen for his newest prank.
"Actually, D, while you were coming back, that girl at the bar just couldn't keep her eyes off you," he nods with his chin, pointing in the two girls' direction.
"She was full-on checking out your ass, too," Lewis adds, voice slightly shaky from the laughter he truly struggles to hold back now – luckily only Seb knows him and his voice enough to notice it, but he still kicks the Brit gently and noiselessly under the table. If they're really going to do this prank, they can't have Lewis blowing it before anything happens.
Daniel turns his head slowly and as casually as he can manage, to catch a look at the mentioned girl. "Which one?"
"(y/h/c) hair, dark blue top, sitting with her friend."
"You kiddin'."
"Why would I? I'm just informing you, thought you might appreciate it," George shrugs, and Seb has to admit to himself that the kid is a way better actor than he'd expected him to be.
After turning towards the counter as well – as if he'd never seen the girl before and he's just checking who the two Brits were talking about –, the German gently pushes Danny's shoulder with his own. "You should go for it."
"I don't know, man, I'm here to spend time with you, not with some random girl."
"Oh, come on, you'll have dozens of nights like this with us, and this girl, you might never see her again," Seb can feel himself get more and more into this joke as time passes. "Don't tell me you'd actually give up an opportunity like this."
"I agree," Lewis chimes in. "You prefer our boring faces instead of that girl?"
"I know that she's your type, Danny, just man up and go get her," George delivers the final push.
"Fuck it, I'm going."
With that Daniel gets to his feet, wiping his palms swiftly on the jeans hugging his thighs. A look back at his friends – catching the sight of a thumbs up from Seb – and he's off. Calculated, confident steps take him to the counter, where he immediately goes for it, without a second thought, leaning against the wooden furniture right next to the girl.
She momentarily glances at him, a little disturbed by the sudden appearance of someone next to her, so close that she can the body heat radiating off him. There's plenty of room on his other side, he could've easily stopped a bit further away, a bit less in her personal space, she thinks to herself somewhat irritated, but she doesn't want anything to ruin her night, so she leaves it without any comment said to the man.
But then the next second Daniel leans forward, trying to catch her eye. His signature smile – the more flirtatious version – is playing on his lips, with words spilling from them, and it's painfully obvious they're directed at her. "How're you doing?"
With a sigh, (y/n) half turns away from her best friend, casting bored eyes at the man. "Busy," she replies, "and having a great time with my friend."
The unspoken continuation of the sentence hangs in the air, unmistakable even to Daniel. 'And you're ruining it right now.'
Confusion fills his mind, the smile slowly fading from his face as she turns away and he leans back. If she was checking him out, what is going on now? Why does she seem so fed up with him? Did he do something wrong? Insecurity kicks in, and his eyes flicker back towards his friends.
George is doubled over, his whole upper body shaking with laughter, Lewis is shaking his head with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, and Seb obviously tries to hide himself, sliding down in his seat in the booth until only small parts of him are visible, but it's still clear he's laughing away as well.
'I know she's your type, Danny.'
'You should go for it.'
Their words are on swift repeat inside his mind, and suddenly everything makes sense. It was a stupid prank. Shaking his head in disbelief and biting on the inside of his cheek to stop the surprised chuckle threatening to escape, Daniel wonders which one of the three originally came up with it. He'll have to find a way to get revenge for this.
Oh, the embarrassment he's feeling right now.
His eyes move back to the girl as he slowly pushes himself away from the counter in order to saunter back to their booth. He mentally debates apologising for being so straight-forward. After all, she must think he's some total creep now, being so pushy even though she never expressed even a tiny piece of interest in him.
But then the perfect idea forms in his mind, and another quick look at the three drivers and how they're still enjoying themselves over there confirms to him that it's the best thing he could ever come up with. It's already somewhat a revenge in itself, and there's no way he'd back down from a challenge.
So after that one first step taken away from the two girls, he turns right back around and leans in once more. He can clearly see the frustration in her eyes now, but even that doesn't stop him this time. If she just listens to him this once, she will never see him again, and all her frustration can go away.
"Yes?" (y/n) asks impatiently.
"I'm sorry, we got off to a bad start–"
"You don't say," she mumbles, interrupting him.
"–but if you look to the side you can see three guys in that booth laughing." Daniel waits for her to do as he told, and a long second later she rolls her eyes and with another sigh turns her head. "They are my friends, and they thought it would be funny to make me come here by telling me you were checking me – and my ass if we're tryna be exact – out before. But I mean, who'd check out a race driver's ass?"
"You're a race driver?" (y/n) asks back with the first thing that comes to her head. She's still trying to comprehend the story he's told her.
"I am."
"Nascar?" (y/f/n) chimes in, leaning closer to the two, and Daniel spares a glance at her, only for his mind to conclude that her friend has nothing on her, she really is one of the most gorgeous women he's ever had the pleasure to see.
(y/n)'s lips momentarily pull into a grimace at her friend's intervention, and he catches it just before it disappears. She probably doesn't like Nascar then.
"Nah, Formula One actually," he replies, curiously waiting to see if it triggers the same reaction from her. Nothing happens, to his great relief.
"So that's why he's moving in so fast," her best friend chuckles in the background, eliciting a giggle from her.
"Be careful, (y/f/n), or he'll move so fast by you that you'll get whiplash," she can't help but add jokingly, her eyes swiftly moving along his body. She has to admit, the man actually looks quite attractive.
Daniel shakes his head at their antics, before determinedly going back to his mission.
"Listen, if you could help me out, I'd be forever grateful. I would offer to buy you two a drink, but that might come off as flirting again and I don't want to make you more uncomfortable, so you have to make do with knowing I'm grateful."
"What do you want me to do?" (y/n) squints her eyes, turning more serious as she waits to hear his plan.
"Give me your number."
She raises an eyebrow in surprise. It wasn't what she expected. That she can easily do. "Is a fake number good enough for you?"
"As long as you give me anything I can show them, I'm okay with it," Daniel shrugs.
"Fine," another sigh escapes her lung, holding her hand out towards him in the air, palm facing up, waiting for his phone.
His eyes light up, and he scrambles to pull the device out of his back pocket, unlocking it on the way before placing it in her palm. She deliberately turns her body a bit so that his friends can definitely see her typing away on his phone, before handing it back to him.
"Here you go."
"Thanks, and sorry for bothering," Danny flashes a wide grin towards her, showcasing all his shining, pearly white teeth to her, before wheeling round and making his way back towards the booth.
(y/n) shakes her head, still not being able to fully comprehend the situation. "Why did you let him go like that? He was actually so hot," (y/f/n) scolds her, shoulders bumping into hers as she watches him retreat from the corner of her eyes.
"Who said I did?" (y/n) replies, her voice a bit dreamy and distant.
"What?" her friend lets out a laugh in disbelief. "You gave him your real number, didn't you?"
"I might have," she shrugs, turning back towards the counter.
"And what if he doesn't realise this? I mean, you did in fact tell him it's fake."
"Then it's his problem. It was worth the risk," with a giggle into her glass she takes a sip of her drink. Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol already in her system that made her decide on such a crazy thing. "I didn't want to make it so easy for him."
"I can't decide if you're a genius or an idiot."
They burst out laughing at the same time. Whatever happens, this will be a fun story to tell in the future, she decides. What she doesn't know is that the attractive guy has turned in his seat at that very moment, hearing her laughter even through all the noise of the bar, and is now watching her with happy amusement.
When Daniel arrives back at their booth, the first thing he does is to lean in above the table and smack the back of George's head. "I know it was your idea, Russell George."
"What? Why?" the younger Brit exclaims, rubbing the skin where Danny's hand made a contact. He's still unable to stop chuckling though.
"Lewis is too nice for it, and Seb is not cruel enough."
Sitting down in his seat, shaking his head, Daniel casts a look on all three of his friends that's meant to be reprimanding but only comes off as funny, especially when it comes to the two older drivers. All four of them are simply grinning wide in the end.
And in the middle of the just setting, temporary silence, the Aussie places his unlocked phone on the middle of the table. "But your plan didn't work out quite how you thought, did it?"
He leans back and watches joyously as the three move closer, feeling oh so satisfied to see the shock settling on their faces.
"That's her number, idiots."
"What?" Daniel can hear George's mumbled disbelieving, probably rhetorical question, which only fuels his satisfaction.
"That's how you do it. Next time, watch and learn instead of laughing your asses off."
A couple hours later Danny arrives back to his hotel room, and flopping down on his bed pulls out his phone to scroll on social media for a while, not in the mood to go to sleep just yet. It was such a nice night, he wants to enjoy the content feeling buzzing in his body a little more.
As his phone unlocks, his eyes fall on the saved newest contact. He's totally forgotten about her – how could he? He forgot how he locked his phone right away after showing her number to the other three drivers, and didn't use the device again until now.
But now her number and name are right there, in front of his eyes, and he can't help but think back to those breathtaking (y/e/c) eyes. He wishes he could see them again.
His finger hovers above the call button before his mind can catch up to his actions, but freezes just in that very moment. She gave you a fake number, his mind tells him.
Yeah, but what if she didn't? What's the worst that can happen? He wakes some old grandpa up in the middle of nowhere. And so what?
So in the next moment, when his finger moves again, Daniel doesn't stop himself, and lets the skin on the pad of his finger press onto the screen. It rings six times, and he's close to giving up and just ending the call when someone finally answers.
With bated breath he waits, his nerves tickling, muscles tense as he's laying on the soft mattress.
"Hello?"
He immediately recognises the voice. It's her.
"So it wasn't a fake after all," he can't help but smirk to himself.
"No, it wasn't," she replies, and Danny can basically hear how she rolls her eyes playfully at him.
"Why'd you say it was fake then?"
"Wanted you to figure it out yourself."
"You give me way too much credit if you think I'm that clever," he chuckles.
(y/n) giggles, her heart fluttering in her chest. She'd been waiting for him to call, but slowly started giving up hope he actually would. And now she's actually talking with him.
"I thought you'd like a challenge, Mr Race Driver."
"Oh, I did."
A second or two passes in silence, both just contently breathing, happy that they didn't lose this opportunity, to speak to the other again.
"I'm Daniel, by the way," he speaks up again, just wanting to hear her voice again, more than anything else.
"I know. I looked you up in Google," she admits.
"Did you?" Daniel bursts out laughing. (y/n) joins him a moment later, and he swears there are butterflies in his stomach and chest by the sound.
When they calm back down, it's her turn to break the sudden quiet. "I'm (y/n)."
"Nice to meet you, (y/n)," he speaks her name slowly, carefully, rolling it around his tongue, trying to get a taste of how it feels to say it. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
"You too, Daniel." Her voice is soft, so soft he could fall asleep just listening to her – especially if she says his name. It's like being in heaven.
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Wow, you really don't wait around a lot," and just like that, he earned another chuckle from her.
"I'm leaving town two days from now, that's the reason." He shrugs, even though he knows she can't see him.
"Oh." A long pause, one that scares Daniel for a moment that his previous announcement scared the girl. "I'm free in the afternoon actually," she adds then, and he's back to grinning with that signature, teeth-flashing smile.
"Good."
What has she gotten herself into?, she can't help but think as her heart beats rapidly in her chest and in her throat.
She doesn't know the answer, not just yet, but she can feel that it's going to be one hell of a wonderful adventure.
.::the end::.
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So I found this on bird app :
"i only like ge/go when it’s doomed and they have no longterm future
same with go/ge. they’re about the same to me but i think gojo bottomed more and was a total pillow princess about it in their teens. as adults they probably switched equally. i can see gojo developing his experience more with topping as an adult
either way they’re better as exes. gojo deserves more from a partner than someone who would leave him to start a cult "
Can I ask your thoughts, please?
Hello, hello. Considering, canonically, they are very doomed, I suppose OP found a solid pairing? I'm starting to understand the idea of doomed toxic yaoi a lot more because who says that with their whole chest? I don't feel like I'm on my A game today but let's see if I can adequately convey my thoughts.
I think it's kinda funny, the sentiment that "Gojo deserves more from a partner than someone who would leave him to start a cult,". As if Gojo didn't play some part in his motivation for defection, as if to say this defection, too, did not reek of affection. Don't get me wrong, Geto's hard right was also a great deal of ego. But, foundationally, his departure was sparked by an inability to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gojo, power wise.
Toji got the drop on Gojo which sent Geto on the offensive. After being reassured he was fine, Gojo encouraged him to press forward with the mission. Just short of extending protection to their charge to follow her own wishes, Toji violently extinguishes the life of Riko Amanai before his eyes. An opportunity that was only made possible by besting Gojo, killing him even. Geto loses his composure with this realization and is summarily and disrespectfully embarrassed and defeated. Left alive with the knowledge that he wasn't deemed enough of a threat to kill.
This is on the tail end of all of Gojo's reassurances that he was fine, that they could even take on Tengen because he had Geto to rely on. But this series of events, this cocoon of hubris, challenges Geto's ability to protect anyone at all. From this he determines the best way to circumvent premature losses like Gojo, Riko and Haibara are simply to eradicate the population they're forced to put themselves on the line for.
Armies were roused to reclaim Helen of Troy and return her divine beauty back to Sparta, causing the Trojan War. Six people died, including the eponymous lovers Romeo and Juliet, due to a series of compounding events for a romance that lasted 3 days. Orpheus braved the Underworld at the chance to retrieve Eurydice. Geto betrayed himself and everything he'd stood for previously for a chance to create a world where Gojo wouldn't have to sacrifice himself for the greater good. He walked away from Gojo knowing the path he walked was twisted and, in his mind, did so irrevocably even though I know Gojo would have followed him if asked. So why didn't he ask?
The man who had been the moral compass for The Strongest Sorcerer did not abuse that influence. Even knowing he was doomed to fail in his endeavor. Even recognizing that with Gojo's power, it'd be possible. But he never asked, never chose to lead him astray. So, yes, they're tragic but does the copium not encourage us to seek out AU's where they are free of the burden of their fates and are just happy?
RE: everything else, maybe I'm an anomaly but I don't really care about people or characters' positions in relationships so I don't know that I'm someone you want chiming in on that. Like, I get people assume that positions present different archetypes that they choose to align characters with but... that pragmatism ignores a lot of nuance. I also inherently know that people use different names for ships based on this but I don't nor do I see them as having different relationship dynamics, per se, in referring to them as gego vs goge. I just look at their canonical dynamic and tend to use the more popular ship name.
Even if I agree that I could see Gojo as a pillow princess, it's less to do with the "physicality" of it and more to do with his personality. He is princess just as much as Geto is babygirl and the girls who get it, get it.
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I never lost him
Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers.
Bucky Barnes x F Reader
Chapter 6
3500 words
fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI
Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.
“Does… Does she have to call me that?” Bucky murmurs, looking awfully shy.
“No” Y/N chuckles, “No, handsome- She’ll call you whatever you want.”
“Can… Can you call me Bucky, please?” he asks, eyes looking up towards the ceiling again, “Sargent Barnes, doesn’t— uh, it doesn’t feel right, right now”
“Sure I can, Bucky— are you happy to accept the family-access I outlined earlier?”
“Oh so that’s why you decided to offer your assurances, huh?” Y/N sniggers, resuming their path up the stairs, “Here I thought you were just bein’ sweet”
“I don’t know what you mean, Ms Stark”
Y/N laughs again, and Bucky finds himself unable to control his curiosity.
“What do you mean, doll?”
“She’s getting impatient with us” she tells him calmly, “She wants you to tell her if you’re happy with the security allowances of if she’ll have to re-negotiate the parameters— that’s why she chimed in, she was trying to rush us along”
The AI doesn’t deny her statement.
“She can do that?”
“Sure” Y/N says, guiding him towards a corridor, now, “She can do whatever she wants”
“Within reason” FRIDAY alters, “but, to bring us back to the topic at hand—“
“Okay” Y/N chuckles, “I hear you—Buck, are you okay with family access? it’s the same as me and Tony, it’s basically a free pass”
“But…” he says, coming to an abrupt stop, “But what if.. what if somethin’ happens and you need… and you need to stop me—”
“Hey” Y/N says, tone firm, “That’s not going to happen.”
“But if it did” Bucky counters, “If I have access like that then I’d— I’d be a threat and I—”
“Excuse my interruption, Bucky” FRIDAY inserts, “But in the very unlikely event of a ‘Code White’ we would recognise the need to alter the parameters and temporarily implement control measures until the situation was managed.”
“A code white?” he asks, blinking between the roof and Y/N, “What-“
“Yes, FRIDAY” Y/N bristles, “What is a ‘code white?’”
“It’s your brothers protocol” the AI replies, “for if there is a problem involving ‘The Winter Solider' “
“Right” she says, “and what exactly does the protocol entail?”
“Mainly it’s the withdrawal of Bucky’s access to the internal operating systems within the building, though it also triggers an alert to make sure that you, your brother, and Captain Rogers are aware of the possible threat.”
“Is that all it does?” she asks, anger she’d felt towards her brother for setting this up behind her back starting to ease, “It doesn’t initiate any hostile actions?”
“No, boss— Mr Stark was very clear in his coding— Sargent Barnes is not to be treated as a threat, and if we become concerned about his condition, no offensive measures are to be taken— all actions would be geared around securing him until somebody with authority arrives to manually intercept.”
“No exceptions?”
“No, boss.”
She nods at that, and makes a mental note to buy Tony dinner one of these days.
“So” Bucky says, catching up— “If I… if something did happen, I- I’d lose access and you- you’d be told to come and get me from wherever I was?”
“Looks like it” Y/N agrees, “I’ll go over everything properly later but it looks like T has it all figured out”
“Then I accept” Bucky says, “But only as long as you promise me, Doll— Promise me that you’ll keep the ‘code white’ stuff in place, no matter what.”
“Bucky” she tries to reason, “It’s not necessary- I keep tellin’ you, it doesn’t work that way, you’re not some kind of time-bomb—”
“It makes me feel better” he tells her honestly, “Knowing that if somethin’ did happen, somethin’ I can’t control then you’d still be safe, I— I’m always so worried ‘bout that, doll, you know I am, and this, this might be a way I can relax a little”
She understands, even if she thinks it’s awfully sad.
“Alright” she sighs, “Alright, sweetheart, we’ll keep the ‘code-white’— but I’m not promising I won’t tweak it a little, I don’t know what he’s set as a ‘trigger’ for it yet.”
“Deal” Bucky accepts, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, “I… I accept the- the access.”
“Thank you” FRIDAY says, “and, I have uploaded a comprehensive list of ‘code-white action points’ to your tablets, boss— you can review or alter them at your convenience, your brother transferred control of the protocol to you last week.”
“Last week?” She echos, genuinely surprised, “When exactly did he start working on this little project?”
“Two weeks after you moved into the safe house, boss— He finalised it a month ago, but I assume he was waiting for you to make your relationship public before giving you access”
“We weren’t public last week” she counters, “What changed?”
“I’m not sure” FRIDAY replies, “but I would suspect it was something to do with the mission you returned from, as he reviewed the details shortly after you first returned.”
“Son of a bitch” she mumbles, “He heard me, on the quinn jet.”
“What?” Bucky asks, “wh-“
“Tony” she sighs, frustrated, “He must’ve heard me talkin’ to the others on the way back from that base— I keep forgettin’ his Russian isn’t terrible anymore…”
“So he… he knew?” Bucky checks, “He knew about—“
“If he had this thing set up a month ago I’d wager he’s known for awhile, I bet he heard me tellin’ Steve and figured that if I was doin’ that then it must’ve meant I was close to tellin’ everyone else.”
“but, he… he didn’t try and stop you from seeing me?”
“Why would he do that?” Y/N asks, genuinely confused, as she tries to urge him back into walking.
“Because I…” Bucky begins, obliging and taking a few more steps towards a door at the end of the hallway “..He… he-”
“I keep tellin’ you, sweetheart” she says, “I know he was angry when you first met, but was more hurt by Steve for not just being honest with him. You just happened to be there when it all blew up.”
“But I-”
“-You” she cuts in, “didn’t do anything, Bucky- Tony has a temper, but he’s smart, he understands- Sure, I didn’t want to rub this whole thing in his face but I never tried to hide it from him either, not like I did with Rodgers so he’s had plenty of time to adjust to the whole idea of us bein’ a couple.”
“But why has he gone to so much trouble?” Bucky asks now, “He didn’t have to do any of this, doll, not- not helpin’ keep Rogers away today, not tellin’ FRIDAY I was comin’—”
“He probably feels bad” Y/N shrugs, hand reaching out for the handle, “He’s not good at apologies, grand gestures have always been more his style.”
“Why would he feel bad?” he presses, genuinely not understanding, “It’s me who-”
“He lashed out, love, he hit you in the face” she reminds him, “more than once.”
The door to the suite they’re going to share opens silently.
Y/N beams, nodding at him as he peers over the threshold.
“I had it coming“ he mumbles, not being able to stay silent, “I deserved everything he did and more—”
“Looks like he disagrees”
“What?—”
His question dies in his throat as he steps into the room. His eyes widen as he takes in expanse of the space;
It’s beautiful. Soft, beige carpets, with deep burgundy walls, and dark, old wood.
It’s calm and welcoming and, layed out across leather arm chair that is to the left of the seemingly real fire, there is a huge pile of clothes.
Mens clothes. Large mens clothes.
Thick cable knit sweaters, sweat pants, jeans, and lots, and lots of t-shirts, all lying there, with a single red bow on the top of the pile.
Y/N steps towards it, and peels off a note, smiling as she hands it to her lover, who blinks at it, like it might burst into flames.
Welcome Home — T. Stark
p.s used Cap’ for the sizing. Y/N can show you how to exchange if needed.
“I think it’ll fit” she coos, holding up a dark blue jumper, “You’re not far off Steve, are ya’ love?”
He’s so overwhelmed by the gesture that he really doesn’t know what to say.
This is all more than he could ever have expected, and he doesn’t deserve any of it.
Not one single piece.
“8” he says, looking at her urgently, “8, Y/N, please this… this is all too much”
“Okay” she murmurs, discarding the sweater back on the pile, “It’s okay, you’re alright.”
“This” he huffs, looking around, “it’s too much, it— it’s too- it’s too nice, I— I can’t, I can’t take it, I— I can’t”
“You” she purrs, “are going to have to get used to niceness, Bucky. You haven’t had nearly enough of it lately.”
“I can’t take it” he repeats, imploring her to understand, “not after everything I’ve done —”
“You haven’t done anything” she counters calmly, “I know you disagree, I know it feels like it was all your fault, but it wasn’t— it really, really wasn’t”
He’s starring at her, wide eyed and anxious, one hand in hers as the other slips up, to fuss with his dog tag again.
Suddenly, Y/N finds herself remembering all the times she’s seen him reaching up to paw at his neck, before.
She’d written it off as a quirk, as something he just did when he was anxious, but now, the action makes a lot more sense.
“Baby” she sighs, softening her expression and taking a step closer towards him, “I know it’s not easy, I know none of this feels right”
“It… It’s too much” he repeats, “It… It’s just, it’s too much”
“I hear you” she tells him, knowing that he’s used to not being allowed to speak, let alone being listened to, “I know it’s a lot.”
“I can’t…” he says weakly, “Y/N/N, I don’t deserve any of this”
“C’mere” she says instantly, guiding him into a hug, “You… god, Buck— You deserve the world.”
He’s clinging to her back now, chain around his neck long forgotten.
His face is buried against her shoulder and all he can think about is how he doesn’t want anything other than her.
“We can put the clothes in the closet?” she suggests, “You don’t have to process all that today, not unless you want to.”
“I… I don’t think I can” he admits, “I- I can’t take things from him, doll, not- not after everything’-”
“Alright” she agrees, “Okay, we’ll put them away, and you can look at them when you’re more settled in”
That still involves accepting them, so she takes the small nod he offers as a major victory.
“For right now” she coos softly, “Why don’t you take a look around, huh? find somewhere to unload your bag.”
“Will you come with me?” he asks, voice muffled by the position he’s in, “Please?”
“Sure” Y/N agrees, smiling as she takes hold of his hand again, “Where do you want to start?”
They start in the entry way, because it’s where they’re standing.
Once Bucky has saciated his need to examine the door they’d come through, they head towards the mantel. He asks her if the fire is real, and she laughs, asking what he means by ‘real’-
“It’s a self-maintaining energy source that produces heat, without the flammability of conventional flames”
He stares at her, brow furrowed in confusion;
“When it’s turned on the imagery mimics a wood burning fire” she explains, “and it releases heat molecules to warm the room up, but because it’s man made it doesn’t catch like regular fire. It doesn’t spread or burn unless we tell it too, so we can leave it goin’ for longer and not worry ‘bout any accidents.”
“You, you made that?” he asks, awe slipping into his tone as he crouches, to stare directly at the glowing embers.
“Yeah” she chuckles, “I had a spare weekend, and it bothered me, y’know? having’ to keep lighting actual ones every time I wanted one going…”
“It even sounds real” he murmurs, listening to the muted crackling, “and the logs, they’re… they look so solid”
“Well” she says, almost flushing with pride, “No point in doin’ somethin’ if you’re not goin’ to do it right”
He laughs at that, turning to face her with a genuine grin on his face.
He’s amazed and it shows.
Y/N doesn’t think he could look any more beautiful if he tried.
“C’mon” she beams, “I’ll show you how to work it.”
There’s a hidden panel on the side of the ornate mantle. FRIDAY helpfully lets him know that controlling the systems are part of his security privileges, and by the time he’s finished fiddling with the buttons, he’s decided that having the sound effects 1% lower, whilst raising the heat by 12% is the way he likes it best. Y/N sets it as their new default, but reminds him that he can change it anytime he likes.
Next, they head into their little kitchenette. It’s quaint, and easy to navigate. After living in the safe house he’s familiar with microwaves and coffee machines and other than the small refrigerator unit and stove top there doesn’t seem to be anything else he’d need to master using.
Until the woman he’s with holds her hands over a panel on one of the counter top and a holographic book appears in the air. She chuckles at his intrigue and explains that she and Tony had been acquiring recipes for years— from restaurants and friends, from family and private chefs— so at some point the pair had decided to scan them all in and create their own cook-book. She flips through a couple of pages, demonstrating how easy it is to navigate, and reminds him that FRIDAY can find or translate anything he wants.
“You can have her add groceries to the list, too” she says offhandedly, “Delivery day is usually Tuesday but we can usually make stuff appear a little sooner if we need it.”
It’s mind blowing.
They go up a set of three small steps and open one oak door before reaching the ‘bed room’ portion of the suit.
It’s different to how he’d pictured it.
Really, the whole thing is different.
He’s seen a lot of fancy houses in the magazines that had gathered in the safe house. He’s seen a lot of marble, and sleek black furniture that, when paired with sparse surfaces seemed to be called ‘modernism’ and that is more what he’d envisioned whenever he’d pictured the home of the woman he loves.
Now he’s seen the reality, he can’t justify why he’d pictured her living somewhere that barren. This, is much more her, which is a welcome relief. Not one part of living in a place as sterile as the ones he’s seen pictured had appealed to him, really, even though he’d have done so happily for her.
The walls in this area are cream, but the built in storage is wood that’s been painted with a deep, dark navy that’s chipping off in places. The bed frame itself is the same dark wood that had accented the adjoining space, and there is clutter everywhere.
He sees a small arrangement of bronze trinkets, and a collection of books on one of the bedside tables, the other, however is bare aside from one vintage picture frame, which, he notices houses a picture of them. It’s of them from a couple of months back, when she’d gifted him a polaroid camera that he still carries everywhere he goes.
It’s on the right, because that’s the side of the bed he sleeps on. Because that’s where he has the best view of the door, and where he used to stand the best chance of escaping from, before someone came to hurt him.
Bucky realises that he’s been silent for a long time when he feels her thumb brushing over his knuckles.
He clings to her hand and tries to take it all in.
“The bathrooms through there” she says, nodding towards the only other door in the space, “Bath, shower, toilet and all that good stuff”
He nods, mouth suddenly very dry.
“How about I go get those clothes for the closet?” Y/N offers, “You can take a bit of time to get settled? Poke around a little.”
She sees him getting ready to object, so she decides to cut him off, kissing him before whispering out an “It’s your home too now, Buck” that seems to hit him awfully hard.
With a nod, and a final squeeze of her palm, he lets go, pawing at his eyes to try and force back the tears that are suddenly stinging behind them.
He’s in the bathroom when she comes back with his presents. She hides them in the side of the dresser she’s kept empty for him, only leaving out a pair of sweat pants and a long sleeve t-shirt that she thinks he might want to wear before bed. She lays those across the end of the bed and tops them with a pair of wool socks that she bought a few days before her last mission.
By the time she’s done, he’s back out in the main room, having slipped out whilst she was too preoccupied to notice.
She does however notice the pair of boots that have been placed by the entrance to the bathroom.
Her heart swells in her chest, and when she almost trips over his backpack, which has been left by the end of the bed, she almost starts crying herself.
He’s by the fire again, hovering by the worn leather couch— she’s about to call out a greeting but he turns to face her with an expression so captivated that she can’t quite get the words out;
“What’s this, doll?”
He’s asking about the large wicker basket that’s stuffed full of blankets. It’s by the armchair, close enough to both that, and the fire to make it easily accessible by everyone who might want to grab a quilt from inside.
“That?” she checks, closing the distance towards him, “That’s a basket full of blankets.”
Bucky hears himself gasp at her answer. A thick, teal cover slipping through his metal fingers as they continue to dip into it’s contents.
“Why?” is all he can think to ask,
“Because” Y/N answers calmly, “I wanted to make sure that nobody was ever going to be cold in here.”
“D-do I really get to stay here?”
Her head tilts. The waiver in his voice hitting her like a hard punch to the throat.
“Sweetheart” she whispers, seeing the emotion in his face, “Sweetheart of course you do.”
Before she can take another breath he’s in her arms. He’s throwing himself against her chest with enough urgency to wind her as she moves to hold him, too.
“Hey” she gasps, “Hey, it’s okay, you’re alright.”
Bucky forces himself to nod, because it’s all he can think to do.
“This is your home now” she tells him, “Yours, and mine, okay? nobodies goin’ to make you leave.”
and then, he’s crying.
Grateful, relieved, painful little sobs wracking up from his chest because he just can’t fathom trying to swallow them down.
This is so much more than he’d expected. This whole thing has hit him so much harder than he’d thought it would.
And he’s safe, and he’s finally, really, really safe, and he’s with Y/N, and she doesn’t have to go anywhere, because she’s already there, and he gets to stay. He gets to stay with her, he gets to have a home again, but this time, he gets to share it with the woman he loves, and that is all he’s wanted, since he remembers wanting anything at all.
and it’s real. It’s real and he’s crying because he just can’t stop.
“Bucky” she soothes, “Bucky, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
“N-nothin” he gasps, “I- I’m… I just… I-”
Understanding floods her at once, and then, she’s smiling, pressing a kiss against the top of his head as she lets him come apart against her shoulder. As she lets him settle himself in the privacy her body can offer him.
“I love you too” she swears, waiting until he finally pulls away to dry his cheeks with her fingers, “I know comin’ here took a lot, and I know that it isn’t goin’ to magically make the past 80 years ago away, but I really do think that with time, when you’ve really settled in you’re goin’ to feel better”
“I already do” he tells her quietly, “This… this is already better”
“Good” she beams, “now, do you want to try out the shower? I’m sure you can figure out how it works without me-”
“If” he sniffs bravely, “If I say I can’t, does that mean you’ll show me?”
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Baked with Love
Nanami Kento x Reader
Genre: fluff, light angst
Warnings: lots of bread
"Welcome!" Your chirped as the door to your bakery opened with a chime. It was the blond man, and as always he was right on time-exactly 7:45 in the morning.
You smiled and bowed to the man. "I already have your order ready, Mister."
Surprise flashed across his face for a moment before his lips curved up into a smile. "I guess I have become a regular here, huh?"
You nodded and placed a loaf of brioche wrapped in parchment paper. The man pulled out his wallet and paid the exact amount of money. He always seemed to carry the exact amount of change with him. He nodded a goodbye at you and made his way out of the bakery.
"Thank you. Please visit again," you said though you knew he would be there tomorrow at the same time, buy the same bread and carry the same amount of money for the bread.
The rest of your day passed by as usual. When you had no customers to tend to, your mind drifted to the blond man. You wondered what he did for work, but by his looks you assumed he was a salary-man. The lines on his face, which made him all the more handsome, made you think he was quite old. What if he is married? What if he has kids?
Curiosity boiled in your mind, making it difficult to think about anything else other than him. You wanted to know more about him. What was his favorite color? Did he go to college? Where does he work? You wanted to know more and more and more and-
Ding!
The sound of the doorbell ringing snapped you violently out of your thoughts. You quickly collected yourself and greeted the customer. After the customer was gone, you mentally scolded yourself for overthinking about that man and zoning out during work.
But did he think of you too?
The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were a nobody. Just the owner of the bakery that he liked to frequent. The two of you didn't even know each other's names. You shook your head and decided not to think of him anymore. It was futile and you knew your stupid feelings would never be reciprocated.
Next day, the man arrives again-7:45 sharp, and neither a minute early nor late. You greet him as usual, ignoring the pang in your heart. You had his order packed and ready. He paid and turned around to leave.
However, he stopped right in front of the door and hesitated. You cocked your head in confusion but before you could ask him anything, he turned around, cleared his throat and spoke.
"Are you, perhaps, free this weekend?"
Your mouth fell open in confusion and when you spoke, you were a stuttering mess. "Yes, of course!"
You mentally kicked yourself for sound too eager. You looked at him and noticed that he looked slightly pleased with himself. The pink dusting the tips of ears doesn't go unnoticed by you.
"How about we meet at the restaurant down the street for lunch?"
He spoke slowly, in a way one would speak so as to not mess up the words. His eyes bore into you, waiting for an answer and not breaking eye contact. You were never one to hold one's gaze for so long but something about him made you want to look at him more and more. You found yourself drifting into his eyes, the color of sweet, sweet honey.
You sputtered when you realized you had to answer his question. "Oh! Yeah, why not! How about this Sunday? The bakery will be closed, so.."
You drifted off, hoping he would agree. Why wouldn't he agree when he asked you out? You silently groaned at your stupidity. You could not believe that the man had asked you out. After weeks of secretly pining and convincing yourself that he didn't even know you much less like you, you were truly and utterly shocked. You dug your nails into your palm to confirm you were not dreaming.
He nodded and his shoulders slightly drooped, like he had just put down a heavy load. "Alright," he said, walking towards the door. "I'll see you on Sunday."
"Wait!" You called out for him. He turned his head around to look at you and raised an eyebrow, his honey-brown eyes focused solely on your face.
"W-What's your name?"
He smiled. A real smile. A smiled wide enough to make his eyes crinkle at the corners and make him look so much more younger.
"Nanami Kento."
Work by: @smolbean12
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Introduction & rules
This is my Nevermore side blog.
This blog will be used for confessions, art, reblogs and analysis posts.
It will mostly be used for confessions though.
Apologies for the long post ahead.
About me
To remind you that I’m a real person.
I’m Soren, I’m nonbinary transmasc and sapphic ace. I’m 18, currently on a gap year not sure with what I want to do. I’m Mexican-American.
I enjoy fantasy and queer media, as well as comics and art. I write my own stories and have my own characters as well. My favorite Nevermore characters are the Deans, Prospero, and Berenice.
I speak English, Spanish, and I’m currently learning Brazilian Portuguese. Not well enough to speak it yet.
I don’t really get involved in ships, fandom or fics since I don’t really like getting involved in stuff like that.
If my response sounds annoyed or dry, I’m not mad at you. This is just how I talk.
My rules/personal boundaries
How to send one? There is a button on my profile that says “Ask me something” click it, and choose if you want to be anonymous or not.
- Don’t be rude or aggressive to me or other confessors, that will be 10 demerits for impolite tone and 5 more for audacity. /hj
- Sometimes I may take a while or a couple days to answer yours, this is because I get fatigue easily as well as I have a life outside of this blog.
- That being said, I have every right to not answer a confession or post it, do not bother me about this or get upset with me.
- Please write your confession well, don’t use typing quirks or anything like that since it may be difficult for some to read.
- Try to keep it short, if you can’t, then it’s alright.
- If you would like your confession deleted, then please message me about it and I will remove it.
- Do not get mad at me over a confession you don’t like, those are not my opinions, all I do is post them and chime in with my thoughts.
- Since there are lots of minors in the fandom, please don’t send anything nsfw to me, and get mad if I don’t post it. If a confessions contains potentially triggering topics, please put warnings.
- Don’t send anything related to fastpass.
- Do not spam me with meaningless texts in my inbox, you gain nothing from that.
- If you dislike what I do, and are trying to get some sort of reaction out of me by being rude, it’s not going to work.
- Basically, just be polite and respectful with your opinion and others, you will receive merits for this.
Final thoughts
I created this blog because I got into Nevermore the day it came out, I enjoyed the gothic themes as well as the art and concept of the story.
I started doing “confessions”, because I thought it would be a way to pass time, and because I have friends who have certain opinions about Nevermore, that they would like to say anonymously. I thought about how there could be others that might agree with certain opinions and wanted those people to have a way to express them without the fear of being dogpiled for them. I did not expect this blog to blow up because of it.
That being said, if you do not like seeing these on your timeline or in tags, feel free to block me or to just scroll past if it is bothering you. No one is telling you to look at my blog.
That is all, thank you.
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Yves Kloss - Act 2 Ch. 11 - Dramatic Summary
Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary. I know this Master List is delayed, but eh, it was my first translation project, and I had no idea of what I was doing.
Please note: Only his common route and Dramatic route are translated/summarized.
Alt translations are marked as ///
T/L notes are notated at the bottom of the post with***
???: “Since you have sublimated into a rose that will not wither then you must’ve known a very strong love”.***
???: “But love is a curse that drives people crazy. The stronger it is the more it becomes a poison that eats away at you.”
???: “Jealousy, possessiveness, fear, madness, love is never just a beautiful emotion.”
Emma (inner thoughts): I suddenly remember the words someone uttered to me in a dream. I understand their meaning, but when I met Yves I learned so much about love, and I would protect him with my life. I don’t think this love is a curse for me, and I can’t imagine being unhappy with this love.
Emma returns to obsidian palace without incident and reports to the princes what happened. Leon -the ever valiant hero- decides to go get Yves. He says that Chev can remain at the palace as the ambassador in the meantime.
Chev chimes in and says that he isn’t going to be told what to do. Ragna then offers to show Leon the way to Yves. Emma asks Leon to let her come. She’s been taught how to defend herself and doesn’t want to sit still and look pretty.
Leon agrees so long as she promises not to do anything brash. Since they can’t leave a right then and there he tells her go change. As she’s getting ready she notices how terrible she looks, and as soon she starts feeling down she holds the earring again. She chants to herself that they are going to save Yves and after slapping her cheeks, she leaves the room.
In the corridor the sound of her footsteps are met with a resounding “CLUNK”.
Gil: Good evening, little rabbit.
*FLASHBACK*
After Yves and Emma split from each other Yves drove a separate carriage alone to intercept Horst at an abandoned village he usually stops by on his way back home. He touches the plait Emma braided for him to have courage. He stops the carriage when he notices how eerily silent the peddlers street that he’s traveling down is. Soon the carriage is shot at by flying arrows and a swarm of men carrying weapons emerge from the shadows of the buildings. When Yves tries to escape with the carriage, there is a huge flash of light.
*FLASH BACK ENDS*
Gil asks Emma if she’s going out. Emma has many questions for him, but chooses to make Yves priority. She says yes and excuses herself. As she walks past him he gently picks up her hair to look at her earring. He asks her if she has anything she wants to ask him.
Though perturbed by his ability to seemingly read her thoughts, she makes up her mind to ask if he has anything to do with Horst and company’s actions? Gil asks her what she thinks.
She says at first she thought so, but Horst’s actions were that to assassinate them. However, now that Tanzanite, Achroite and Ruby are forming an alliance Gilbert wants to avoid as much trouble as possible. Killing Yves though he hates him wouldn’t make any sense. Gil says that if she knows that much, then why ask?
Emma recalls Gil’s words when he hurled his cane to Yves neck - “I don’t do favors for people I don’t like”. Em wonders what triggered him to say those words. Gil seems to read her mind again. He says that it wasn’t intentional just that he let his words slip because her king put him in a bad mood.
Emma reason’s within herself that Gilbert did speak those words intentionally because he didn’t want to take the trouble to kill Yves himself, so he incited Horst to do it with those words. He is determined to kill the last member of the Kloss family without directly doing so.
Gil: Shouldn’t you hurry?
He asks her while smiling.
Emma: “What?”
Gil: “If they didn’t get him the first time, they’ll get him the second time. I hope you make it.”
She leaves him running.
***Sublimated- to change form, but not essence. It is another term for sublime. Azel is stating that because she has achieved the highest sense of her love, it’s like a rose that won’t wither.
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Meeting (Silco x Gen!Reader)
Rating: E MDNI
Tags: no aftercare Silco, dom Silco, no gendered anatomy, ummm stepping kink what’s that called?, exhibitionism, sadism, Marcus is in this, smoking and stuff abt smoke lol (updating as I go) this is a fully consentual thing pre agreed on, I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfy
A/N: alright everyone say “thank you purp” for her tags and fueling my writing kick (literally idk why I’ve been writing constantly but I’m riding the wave) @purpurniymstitel ‘s tags are below
(Master list is here for more!!)
Silco had recovered before you, already back into his usual cold persona, a cigar between fingers, and not a hint of what had just happened between the both of you.
The fibers of the worn, now stained, rug leave burning marks on your knees, chest, and shoulders. You are wrecked, panting, and covered in sticky sweat and cum. You’re left to recover on your own as he reclines on the ruby sofa, the rich smell of tobacco invading your overstimulated senses. You’re doing everything you can to blink away the sensitivity of your fried nerves, trying to regain focused vision.
You let out a tiny wimper as an O-ring of spiced smoke is blown directly into your face, leaving you to sputter at the lack of smoke-free air. Silco gives a dark chuckle and lets out a drag towards the ceiling. You let out a groan as you try to adjust your position, your bones crying out in agony. Giving up, you stay in your post-sex doggy style position. Cum glistens on your back, your ass, and drips from your ruined hole.
Surely, you would be unable to walk tomorrow.
The door is opened and you suddenly become aware of just how exposed you are to the stranger who has just entered the room, your gut drops as your face turns beet red. “Ah, Sheriff, just in time. Please, have a seat.”
You hear silence for a couple beats, before Marcus chimes in, “Perhaps now is not a good time.”
“Oh, don’t look upset, I insist.” The chair is dragged on the wood of the floor before it creaks under Marcus’ weight.
You’re an intimidation tactic now, your comfort isn’t going to matter for however long this meeting will continue. You’re hoping it’s not like the others, hours upon hours of discussion and planning. Your hips ache at the thought of being stuck in this exposed position.
“Tell me, Marcus, what gives me the pleasure of having you visit my office?” You begin to shift on your forearms to ease the tension on your back, before a boot presses against your shoulder blades. Your arms slide back out in front of you and you whine at the strain.
“The…the Council i-is starting investigations about trades using the HexGates. The Talis boy could be close to discovering what’s happening.” You hear Silco exhale more smoke before reaching over to the coffee table to snub it out, the chalky sound hitting your ears as the heel of his boot digs into your spine.
“Surely you’re only nervous to tell me such news, luckily for you: you have proof of the Firelight’s involvement.” You hear another set of boots scuff the floor and your heart drops.
How many people are seeing you in this position, how many people are even in this room right now?
“Any other news and concerns, you throw off the Council first before crawling back to me.” The boot presses further into your bones and you yelp. “I have enough going on as it is, unless it is truly important: follow orders. Do I make myself clear?” You hear Marcus shift in his chair before a soft exhale leaves him, possibly nodding his head in agreement. “Excellent, Sevika, have him escorted out.” You feel tears prick your eyes as multiple pairs of footsteps exit the room, and the door closes. The boot on your back leaves and you sigh in relief.
“Up,” his voice is slightly softer, yet still stern and icy. You fight through the pain as you pull yourself to your knees. Silco grabs a hold of your forearms and helps you stand. “Go clean yourself up, I’ll be with you once I finish with these reports.” You nod and exit the door on the right side of the room, making your way to your shared floor.
#purp I’m sorry for blowing up your notifs I just really love the things you say in rags sometimes#as soon as Marcus meeting popped up I had to write it#silco#arcane silco#silco my beloved#silco x reader#silco fanfic#silco x female reader#silco x y/n#silco one shot#arcane#silco x gender neutral reader#silco x male reader#silco smut#i just saw my typo omg *TAGS fuck#anyways
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A/N: For the @nostringsdetached zine! Zen and Jaehee are my favs, so what’s better than giving MC two hands so she can have both?
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There were very few things that Zen loved more than being nestled between his two princesses. With their hands hooked in the crook of his arms, their warmth radiating through his jacket, and electric mix of their two scents combining, it was hard for him to remember exactly what those other things were. It was hard, honestly, to think of anything at all as they walked home.
Home. Zen felt utterly soft at the thought of it. He’d never thought of his basement apartment as anything but the place he laid down, but now it was a place filled with the bitter scent of coffee, with the constant clacking of a keyboard. It was a place where the lights were almost always on when he returned from practice. It was home.
For all of his acting, he couldn’t stop smiling at the thought. Fortunately, it was dark this evening and neither Jaehee nor MC noticed it. To his right, MC hummed softly under her breath, an empty grocery bag swinging off her free arm as she burrowed into his side. On his left, Jaehee leaned on him ever so slightly. Despite how chilly it was this fall, giving her the perfect cover excuse for some PDA, she was always too self-conscious to take full advantage of it.
It was adorable. Zen pulled her closer, ignoring her surprised squeak. “Feeling warmer now, princess?”
Jaehee flushed a bright red, the colour spreading to the tips of her ears. She coughed and looked away, embarrassed, but she didn’t pull away. “Y-yes, thanks.” Immediately, she changed the subject. “What should we make for dinner?”
“Something warm,” MC suggested cheerfully. “A soup.”
“I’d like that too.” He wanted to bury them both in his coat, to give them a little extra heat. Unfortunately, they’d get nowhere that way. At least they’d already changed into their fall coats, thanks to Jaehee’s preparations. The only thing missing were their hats, gloves, and scarves, and he had no doubt Jaehee was already planning to pull them out of wherever she stored them.
“What type though…” MC tapped her chin as she pondered the question. Her nose scrunched adorably.
“Or a hot pot,” Zen added. The three of them sitting around a small table together—he always loved it when they shared meals like that. It was intimate, familial, and he never knew how much he longed to eat with others till they’d stepped into his apartment.
“A hot pot sounds nice,” Jaehee agreed, already pulling out her phone. “I’ll get a list ready.”
MC laughed, leaning forward slightly so she could see Jaehee. “You’re always so ready.”
“I haven’t been Jumin’s assistant for all these years for nothing,” Jaehee replied with a smile. “He is surprisingly spontaneous for such a serious man.”
“But only when it comes to his C-A-T.” There was a mischievous glint in MC’s eyes as she looked up at him, her lips curled into a sly smirk. She’d been spending too much with Seven. Or maybe Elizabeth.
Just the thought of the little monster made his nose tickle and he glared at her balefully. “Spelling it doesn’t make it better!”
“You know saying it doesn’t actually mean it’s here, right?” MC sighed fondly, shaking her head. “Oh, let’s have hot chocolate too!”
Jaehee frowned, giving MC a horrified look. “The tastes will clash.”
“Well, you’re not making coffee, so hot chocolate has to do,” MC replied, pouting slightly.
“That’s because I still have to finish studying it!” Jaehee replied indignantly. “I can’t give you an inferior product.”
Zen chuckled. They’d had this argument so many times now. Despite how much they’d praised her, her confidence in her skills was next to nil. The dream of opening a coffee shop would have to wait a little. “We’d still love it.”
“But—”
“And everything you make is amazing,” MC chimed in, determined.
“I…I’ll think about it.” Jaehee looked pleased.
Feeling utterly comfortable, Zen pulled them to a stop in front of a park.
“Zen?” MC looked at him questioningly.
He didn’t say anything as he steered them into the empty playground. Clasping their hands in his, he brought up Jaehee’s to his lips. “Jaehee.” He gently kissed the back of her hand. “MC.” He kissed her hand next. “I got the part.”
They stared at him for half a second, blinking rapidly as they processed the news. Immediately, Jaehee’s hand slipped out of his, already opening her calendar on her phone. “What date? I’ll make sure to buy tickets, and we’ll have a party—”
At the same time, MC gripped his hands tightly, practically bouncing on her heels as she beamed up at him. “Wow!!” She stood on her tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Congrats! You should have told us earlier!”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he murmured, basking in their love.
MC giggled. “We’re definitely surprised. What’s the play?”
“And don’t think of getting us tickets,” Jaehee added, looking up from her phone expectantly. Despite her fanmode switching on (and Zen was pretty sure she’d always react like this to his performances, always overeager to celebrate his successes), she reached forward to squeeze his hand lovingly. “We’re supporting your work.”
He almost wants to kiss them right then and there, but he hadn’t finished telling them the news yet. The beast would just have to wait a little longer. Clearing his throat, he corrected, “It’s not a play.”
“It’s not?” Jaehee blinked, confused.
Zen can’t stop himself from grinning. “It’s the lead in a movie.”
They react as expected. If they’d been shocked before, they were utterly frozen now. Mouths agape, eyes wide, their grip loose as they processed everything—it was utterly adorable. He almost takes a photo to remember it all.
“A movie?” MC finally asked, the first to recover. Her voice was a low shriek, and he’d been right to take them to the empty park for this.
Jaehee rubbed her ears, still shell-shocked. “Did I mishear?”
“No, it’s a movie,” he repeated, his smile growing broader.
“Oh my god!!!” MC grabbed his arms again, almost jumping on him as she kissed his cheek excitedly. “That’s amazing!”
Even Jaehee, for once, got over her shyness and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it gently, she leaned against him. “Congrats. You did it. You made it.”
Her words had the weight of someone who’d watched his struggles from the beginning, and Zen pulled her closer, pressing a kiss on her head. “I did, didn’t I?”
“We’re having a viewing party,” MC announced, her face still flushed with excitement. “I’m sure we can convince Jumin to rent a theatre for this.”
“Jumin…” Zen grimaced.
Ignoring his frown, Jaehee pulled away and took out her phone once more. “I’ll get some DVDs to record it on.” She stopped, looking utterly unsure of herself. “Wait, no, that’ll happen anyways, it’s a movie.”
“Official merch?” MC suggested. “There’s got to be some of that.”
“Right!” Jaehee breathed in, finding her footing once more. “Okay, we’ll have to scour for that.”
There was a reason that Zen stopped taking constant selfies, and that reason was right in front of him. He didn’t need the validation, not when he had these two confirming his existence with every breath, reminding him of his worth with every conversation.
Zen wanted to hug them, so he did. He wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close, ignoring their surprised squeaks as he buried them in his coat. As they look up, he swoops down to kiss them. A slow, languid one with MC, a gentle, breathless one with Jaehee. They’re bright red and flushed, and he would never get over this reaction. He hoped they would do it still when they were old and grey.
He wanted to be with them until he was old and grey.
MC turned her head slightly, smiling at Jaehee. “You’re making him coffee tonight.”
“What?” Jaehee squeaked again, not expecting that at all.
“He’s your first customer.” MC squirmed slightly in his arms but didn’t escape his grip. Her side pressed against his chest, she reached forward and grabbed Jaehee’s hand and squeezed it tight. “If his big dream is coming true, it’s time we made yours real too.”
“But…” Jaehee trailed off.
It wasn’t a no. Zen nodded, pressing a kiss against Jaehee’s forehead. “Can I be your first customer?”
It was utterly unfair of him, he knew. She ducked her head slightly, mumbling, “Fine.” Her ears were a bright red. “But I’m not making the coffee shop yet, so let’s set that aside for now.”
“For now,” MC agreed, leaning forward to kiss Jaehee too.
Removing his right hand, Zen pulled out his phone, his thumb quickly activating the camera. Noticing his actions, MC laughed. “Selfie-time?”
“Nope,” he replied, shaking his head. Keeping them close, he snapped a shot of the three of them.
It was a family portrait, though he wasn’t ready to say that aloud. Not until he found the right words to propose.
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Baby, it's a secret
Tons of angst and mentions of adoption
Billy x fem reader
Chapter Seventeen
April 1985
‘’Here is some more information on Don and Lisa’’ Janet stated as she placed the flyers infront of Cassie.
Cassie hadn’t seen Billy much in the last week, she hadn’t been to school the last three days as she had still been nauseous and sick even though she was in her second trimester. When she did see him all he did was give her a smirk and a knowing wink, which really wasn’t helping with her raging hormones. It also didn’t help that the pelvic pain and backache were a daily part of her life meaning she could hardly sit down at school, much to the annoyance of her teachers, meaning she was stuck playing catch up on her work and with three months left till graduation she felt the stress more than ever.
‘’Cassie’’ Janet called.
Cassie shook her head. ‘’Sorry’’ she apologised.
Janet quirked a brow. ‘’Are you okay?’’ she asked.
Cassie nodded. ‘’Yeah, just thinking a lot’’ she stated. ‘’Is baby brain really a thing? Because I feel like I cant concentrate’’ she queried.
Janet laughed. ‘’I find it is very common in expectant mothers’’ she stated.
Cassie nodded. ‘’It’s frustrating’’ she replied before picking up the paperwork infront of her.
The couple appeared nice enough. Don was a high flying businessman who worked for an oil company just outside of Hawkins, and Lisa was listed as a house wife and was also an exceptional baker and used those talents to feed some of the residents in her cal-de-sac. They lived in a nice area with a manicured lawn and a white picket fence, they seemed to be the typical American couple. She knew her baby would have a safe and comfortable life with them, and from their polaroid they appeared to be in their late 30’s with bright smiles and shiny teeth. Cassie should be happy, so why wasn’t she?
‘’They seem like a very nice couple’’ Janet chimed in.
‘’Did you meet them?’’ Cassie asked.
‘’Yes, we meet all of our potential parents beforehand’’ she assured her. ‘’They weren’t very lucky in having children of their own sadly, but they are very willing to welcome any child into their lives’’ she stated.
Cassie nodded. ‘’How far do they live?’’ she asked.
‘’They live about ten minutes outside of Hawkins’’ she stated. ‘’So, if you wanted an open adoption which means you get visitations to the baby, then you wouldn’t have to go too far’’ she informed her.
Cassie furrowed her brows. She didn’t even think they could have an open adoption, she thought that was it and once she gave birth the baby would be gone forever. ‘’What’s an open adoption?’’ she asked.
‘’Well, it means you can have some visitation with the baby’’ she informed her. ‘’But, it would have to be on Don and Lisa’s schedules’’ she stated.
‘’Which means they could decline visits’’ Cassie murmured.
‘’I’m afraid so’’ Janet replied. ‘’I could set up a time for you to meet them and then you can just decide from there if you wanted’’ she informed her with a smile.
‘’Okay’’ Cassie replied. ‘’I can meet them tomorrow if they are free’’ she stated.
‘’I’ll give them a call and let them know’’ Janet stated.
Cassie sighed as she scanned the photo, nerves filled the pit of her belly at the thought of meeting someone new. She had to do this for her and her babies sake.
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‘’I’m so glad you agreed to meet us’’ Lisa beamed as she stirred the milk into her coffee.
Cassie gave a small smile, gripping the glass of her soda. ‘’Sorry it was short notice’’ she apologized.
Lisa waved her off. ‘’Please don’t apolgise, I know you kids are so busy with school’’ she stated. ‘’Is there anything you want to ask us?’’ she urged.
Cassie shrugged. ‘’Have you always wanted kids?’’ she asked.
Don cleared his throat slightly before smiling, his eyes focused on Cassie. ‘’We have always wanted children since we were married’’ he stated.
Cassie furrowed her brows at his tone, something seemed a little off. She had only been in their company ten minutes and got the impression Lisa was more passionate than he was.
‘’Oh yes, Don and I have always wanted a family’’ Lisa chimed in. ‘’Can I ask what you’re having?’’ she enquired nodding at her bump.
‘’A boy’’ Cassie replied.
Lisa beamed. ‘’Oh wow, a bouncing baby boy’’ she stated. ‘’Isn’t that great dear?’’ she asked turning to Don.
Don smiled. ‘’Yes dear, it will be nice to teach someone how to play catch’’ he replied before patting her arm. ‘’Other than the dog of course’’ he joked as Lisa chimed in with a laugh.
‘’You guys have pets?’’ she asked.
‘’Oh, we do have a dog’’ Lisa stated. ‘’I hope that isn’t a problem’’ she replied.
Cassie shook her head. ‘’I love dogs’’ she stated.
‘’Well, hopefully you like us and can meet her soon’’ she smiled.
Cassie twiddeld her thumbs. ‘’So, where do we go from here?’’ she asked.
‘’Well, Janet has stated we can do a home visit’’ she explained. ‘’If you want, we can invite you to our house and show you around with Janet’’ she stated.
Cassie bit her lip. She supposed she could have a look around, it would be nice to see where her baby may potentially end up, and if she wasn’t happy she didn’t have to agree to anything.
‘’Yeah that sounds good’’ she replied still unsure.
‘’Brilliant, we can call Janet this afternoon and set up a date’’ Lisa informed her before looking at her watch. ‘’Oh, we had better get going Don and I have a meal with his boss this afternoon’’ she replied.
‘’It was nice meeting you and thank you for the drink’’ Cassie replied politely as she took another sip.
‘’No problem, are you sure you don’t want a lift?’’ she asked.
Cassie shook her head. ‘’My friend is picking me up’’ she lied. She didn’t want to get into a car with two strangers, and she could use the walk back to Eddie’s to mull over her decision. It would only take ten minutes to walk from Benny’s to his trailer.
‘’Okay, well heres our number’’ she stated scribbling down digits on a napkin. ‘’Any problems then don’t hesitate to call us’’ Lisa smiled.
‘’Thank you’’ Cassie replied taking the napkin.
‘’See you soon dear’’ Lisa waved off as the pair rushed out of the tiny booth and plonking some dollar bills down. Don gave her a mechanical wave as they rushed out of the diner.
Cassie sighed before drinking down the rest of her soda and shuffling out of the booth and out of the door, the air was pretty warm for April and she was enjoying not having to wear a puffy coat anymore. She started walking down the pavement as she pulled her flannel tighter around her stomach, thoughts racing through her head at all the options she had left. She knew she could always change her mind but that didn’t feel like an option, she wanted the baby to have the best life possible and Cassie was a broke teenager with no support from her family or the father of the baby.
Her thoughts stopped when she immediately thought of Billy, all the things he had said to her a week ago. It almost seemed like he would have been there for her, but then he was also a broke teenager there wasn’t much they could give the baby, alone or together.
A car honking made her jump her hand flying over her chest, the sounds of breaks screeching slightly as the vehicle came to an abrupt stop beside her. Cassie craned her head over shoulder to see the familiar blue Camaro idling beside her, the smirking face of Billy in the drivers seat as he wound down the window.
‘’What are you doing here?’’ he asked.
‘’Just meeting someone’’ Cassie replied. ‘’What about you?’’ she asked feeling a tad bit awkward, she didn’t really know where they stood.
‘’Damn’’ Billy whistled. ‘’And here I was thinking you were buying some sexy underwear for my viewing only’’ he stated with a wink.
Cassie blushed slightly at the thought. ‘’You didn’t answer the question’’ she retorted.
‘’Came to drop my sister off at the arcade and didn’t feel like going home’’ he responded. ‘’Wanna go shoot the shit somewhere?’’ he asked.
Cassie debated with herself. Eddie was at band practice with Gareth and the others and wouldn’t be home till later, he hadn’t even known about this meeting with Lisa and Don because she knew he would cancel his plans to go with her, and she didn’t want to jepodise his fun. Which meant she would be home alone and for some reason that thought left a weight in her stomach.
‘’Okay’’ she agreed before stepping up to the vehicle and cursing herself internally, this is the last person she should be hanging out with. But she also hated being on her own, it gave her too much time to think.
‘’Hop in sweetheart’’ Billy purred as she opened the door and settled herself into the leather seats.
Billy looked in his rear view mirror before pulling out onto the dusty road. ‘’So, who’d you meet?’’ he asked.
Cassie furrowed her brows. ‘’Not really any of your business Hargrove’’ she snapped suddenly feeling bad.
Billy scoffed. ‘’No need to be a brat about it’’ he muttered to himself.
‘’Sorry’’ she apolgised. ‘’It was just relating to the baby’’ she responded.
Billy licked his lips. The conversation fell painfully silent and Cassie wondered if she had done the right thing, maybe she should have lied she thought to herself as Billy continued driving along a familiar dirt path. Lovers Lake, she had been here many times when she used to go to parties in the summer. It was the closest thing Hawkins had to a beach.
Billy cut the engine as he pulled over, his hand wound tightly around the steering wheel as he turned to face her. Their eyes met in an intense stare, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as his blues stared straight through her. ‘’Everything okay?’’ he asked gruffly, his voice strained.
‘’Huh?’’ Cassie asked forgetting the question, too busy staring into his intense gaze.
‘’With the baby’’ he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
Cassie’s heart beat out of her chest. ‘’Yes’’ she whispered back her mouth feeling dry.
Billy gave a curt nod. ‘’Good’’ he responded. ‘’So, who did you meet?’’ he repeated.
Cassie looked away, her eyes focusing intensely on the dashboard. ‘’I have a big decision to make and I need to do it fast’’ she responded avoiding the question.
‘’With the baby?’’ Billy asked.
Cassie nodded. ‘’Yes, I don’t know what to do’’ she admitted truthfully.
Billy let out a scoff. ‘’Fuck if I know, not like its even my kid’’ he snapped.
Cassie narrowed her eyes, her head snapping up to meet his gaze. ‘’I knew it was a mistake’’ she stated.
‘’The fuck are you talking about?’’ Billy asked sounding annoyed.
‘’This’’ she stated gesturing to them. ‘’Coming along with you and sharing anything with you’’ she stated.
Billy scoffed. ‘’Fine, I’ll take you back to that shithole trailer then’’ he responded turning on the engine.
‘’Fine’’ Cassie retorted crossing her arms.
‘’I’m not good at giving advice’’ Billy muttered quietly as he turned off the dirt road.
‘’You asked me a question and I answered’’ Cassie spat back at him feeling annoyed at his sudden mood swing, if anyone should have mood swings it should be her.
‘’Fuck sake’’ Billy swore. ‘’I’ve never wanted to strangle someone one minute and fuck their brains out the next, as I have with you’’ he stated frustration evident in his voice.
‘’Well, luckily you don’t get that option’’ Cassie spat back.
‘’Yeah, you made that pretty clear Cass’’ he stated.
‘’Then why do you keep sniffing around me?’’ she asked exasperated.
Billy sighed as he stopped outside the trailer. ‘’Because, you’re the only person I can tolerate in the shit hole of a town’’ he grumbled to himself. ‘’Watch your step when you get out’’ he stated as he reached over to open her door, signaling the conversation was done.
Cassie sighed before taking off her belt and exiting the vehicle, she barely had time to shut the door before he was peeling out of Eddie’s driveway and leaving his words to replay over and over in her head.
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Hello, Hope you're having a good day/night ahead. I'm the anon who sent that ask about the secondaries.
Hello nonny, I am having a good day reading all about Eberron's Fairhaven, painting NPC minis, and drawing train compartment maps in preparation for our DnD session tomorrow.
Firstly, the shc quiz sorts me into snake primary, and badger secondary. I suspect i may have burned and unburned or am currently burnt. i also suspect that i may have adhd.
Thank you for the information, let's see what the community can add to this *cracks knuckles* (and by this I don't only mean me, because if anyone wants to chime in, please feel free. I don't usually do this anymore, and haven't done it much in general).
The thing where the quiz says, 'all has gone to shit what do you do?' i don't know each time i imagine a hypothetical situation - i just know what to do - either by some prior knowledge or a miraculous room/situation reading
I don't actually remember the question, but it has been some years since I last took the test^^. There is a reason why hypotheticals are only useful to a certain extend, though. Real stories, preferably about small every-day stuff, are much better for sorting someone in general.
I also analyse things all the time, like all the time. its kind of a habit. I'm having a conversation? i'm analysing what i'm saying, what your reaction and answers are, and responding based on what you say.
It kind of sounds birdy, but I know a few people who do this, too, and I don't think they are all bird secondary. I do it, and I don't think I am a bird. I'm thinking more of 'learning/trying to improve social interactions', and/or 'having insecurities around social interactions' when I read it, which could happen regardless of secondaries. Could also be burning, as you said.
i'm not good at lying in the moment but if thought about at least once i can lie easily. makes me feel a liiittle icky - but not always & not if its for good reason.
Half a point against lion then, though feeling icky while lying is mostly about primaries.
Snake: I envy this secondary so effing much (at least, by the quiz's description), i want to be them! but also am in awe of how they seem to code switch shift and maintain that? and not grow tired of it? i would love to be able to do this, but i know i'm not capable of holding onto that for long, or at all.
Not feeling capable of doing something, saying it's tiring, can be burned language, where you do not feel at home with any secondarie's methods at all, and therefore they are all tiring. Or it can be one of the other secondaries admiring they do not experience in the same way. Only you can decide what it is, nonny.
But some of the notes of the description the quiz gives like, [maneuverability] i love this word there - i just - what a good word. beautiful word to describe how i sometimes feel i am & want to be.
I lack the context for the word atm, and I do not have the time to look it up. My best guess is that if you are not snake secondary, you might be on your way to acquiring a model because you admire what it represents. Or you are unburning a snake secondary. Again, you tell me, nonny.
[While a Snake secondary might find creative interpretations and presentations of the truth to be comforting and necessary] YES
I agree. Though not while talking to lion secondaries, and other people who value honesty above everything else. It is an interesting experience consciously trying to be in neutral for someone^^
I mostly just want to be this secondary, but i know i can't i'm not quick enough, or smart enough for this, it sounds exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.
OK, first things first. You do not need to be smart to be snake secondary, or quick necessarily. Shocker, I know ;)
Yes, this might be how others see us, or it might not, depending on if you are good at multiplayer or not. But in my experience, snake secs mostly do not see themselves thus. Not necessarily. We might have treasured social memories that go in this direction, but otherwise, we are just average and trying our best, just like everyone else.
Bird: I know i collect, but the quiz just makes it sound way more important than it is and i don't really do it like that - like, its not even recent info - this is info i collected when i was younger (im 20 now)
Hm, I think I do not really know what you mean by collect here. In my understanding, birds like to collect stuff/knowlegde/people/etc. not because they need them right now, not even necessarily because they might need them later, but just because it is fun, or their brain demands it.
For myself, I cannot stand to collect anything that I do not love or use, and 'I might need it later' is a pet peeve of mine. But I am not only a snake sec, I am also a minimalist, and I suspect this is far more of the latter than the former.
Let's say half a point for bird?
I don't think i build tools for specific situations either, i just go in, analyse what's going on, and just know what i can do to work on this
Sounds pretty situational to me.
i do like preparing for situations, a tiny prep a while before would help tons. Throw me in without prior warning, i'll panic a teensy bit and then adapt - by coming up with plans on the fly, but its a little stressful, but i will rise to the occasion.
Hm, maybe bird model? Although the way you say 'coming up with plans on the fly' and 'it's a little stressful' do make me think there's a bit more to the bird. Although the former can just be a phrasing issue, and the latter might be burned talk. Another half point for bird?
[When the only point of learning, preparing, or studying is because you want to? ] This i get so totally. I love learning.
I love learning, too, but only when there is a practical reason for it. I learned about group management while I was leading a group for some time. I learned about shading and colour theory when I started painting minis. I am re-learning music theory because I need it for my guitar practice, etc.
This might be just a me thing, or it might be a difference between snake and bird, I don't know.
Lion: [Lion secondaries are self-defined. Their integrity and their honesty is a deal with themselves, not others. ] This i so totally get.
A point for lion then.
[they act based on what they believe, who they are, and what they think is the right thing to do. ] not always, but yes, i do agree I'm quite direct i've been told, and honest. i can be this. and i don't mind being it - but not always - which makes me think this miight be a model? idk
Might be a model, or might be burning. I have seen this in some unburning lions I know, so could be both. But the way you phrased it ('I don't mind being it') feels more like a model or a performance to me.
I just love how lions get shit done.
Who doesn't?
like yes, go them! i wish i could do that and be less wishy-washy about it. i hesitate a lot.
Man, this reminds me so strongly of a currently unburning lion secondary I know. I give burned lion a big point for this, actually
And finally, Badger: The thought of me being a badger secondary - irritates me, annoys me, i don't want it - though i suspect i might be. i don't like it at all. i don't know why
Might be interesting for you to find out more about why you are so against it. I have the same kind of feelings about bird secondary, and though I have not come to a satisfying conclusion on it, the journey so far was very rewarding.
-My culture is quite a badger-secondary culture
Not just your culture, your family too as you describe later. Maybe it has something to do with your antipathy? ;)
[Badger Secondaries invest themselves into their world with service and support.] uhh no, i'd much rather be alone
I'd say you might be an introvert, which does not mean you couldn't be badger sec. But we count it against badger for the moment.
the quiz keeps giving me badger and i don't relate all that much i do wish it worked that way though - people you know coming to aid, reputation preceding you - the goals.
This definitely sounds like you have bad experiences with groups/communities, with being on the outside of them, etc. It also could be burned badger talk ('I wish it worked that way'). Maybe you'll find a reason for your burning if you get into it more? I wouldn't know, I am not a therapist.
[a Badger wants to show up. They want to work well and fairly. They want to achieve things honestly and stand on solid ground. ] i used to be this a lot? i still am, but its more ehhhhhh don't care, just get things done. i need it done.
Either you were unburned then and are burned now, or you had a model and it is burned now. Either way, this is 100% burned talk.
[They pour labor, time, and love into what they care about and those investments pay themselves back in time. ] No (this totally describes my mum, to an extent my dad, and my paternal grandmother by the way)
So not only is your culture badger sec, your family is, too. No wonder you have issues with this particular secondary, whether it is yours or not.
i also don't mind cutting corners - like the badger way sounds right, but also seems tiring. like, is there no better way. this - i can't- i did this all through most of school, and i'm now done with it.
This also is strong burned talk, either of a model or of your secondary.
How i deal w people: i do match their energy, and respond how i think they'd react well to, but also analysis, and observation.
Sounds fluid to me, with a nice bird model to help improve your interactions. Feels very familiar ;)
Also, if i've interacted with certain people under a specifc role, or they've seen me in a particular way for a long while - i struggle to be any way different with them, like i canNot. help.
Hm, interesting. I don't think it has to do with sorting much, though? At least for neurotypicals, putting people in specific roles and boxes is how we function socially, and fighting that requires constant effort. I think it happens to all of us all the time, and it is not a bad thing as long as you are fine with your assigned roles.
Can even be fun to play with it a little, you know? Shocking people mildly with hinting at other sides of you, and watching how they react.
Low stakes problem solving - cause secondary is the how- in game, unless i figure it out in a short while i go use the cheatsheet, i don't like to stress on just a game.
Sensible ;) And either burned, snake, or bird.
Difficult problem solving: take in info, understand everything. what do i know, how do i feel,what's the situation. if conflict between what needs to be done, and how i feel/what i feel/think is right - come to a compromise, and act. but do - if all thinky stuff fails go with gut.
You know, this rather sounds like lion to me, with the emphasis on acting and doing shit, and going with your gut. Could also be frustrated burned talk, because when nothing feels right, I at least tend to not do anything, and then after a while get frustrated and just do whatever to just do something.
that's all i can think of. Thank you, i hope this is enough for you to help me out. Do feel free to reorder this so its more helpful to you. Have a nice day! And sorry, for the long(er than i even expected) message, and for bothering you.
More burned talk, what with the bothering and all, or just cultural differences. It's not a bother; I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't wanted to crack my knuckles on this, and I appreciate you asking beforehand.
I think you are definitely burned secondary; there is just too much burned talk here for you not to be. It is difficult to say what is under it, but I get slightly liony vibes from it, or (and I am sorry to say it) also badger.
But I really do not know you enough to say if you once had a badger model and it burned because you couldn't live in it anymore and your lion wanted out, or if your badger got burned because it did not present in the right way to fit with the badger secondary expectations your family and culture had for you.
I do not know how to help you find out, or how to help you unburn your secondary. I only know that you sound like you could use a break, and I hope you get to have one. I definitely send some hugs and positive vibes your way.
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Coffee for Three
Aramis stopped as he caught sight of a new coffee shop. He was always on the lookout for places that he could spend some time writing and getting out of Anne’s hair. Now that she worked from home, the house was a little crowded at times and he took every opportunity to find somewhere he could write without bothering her.
He stepped inside and was immediately assaulted by the sweet smell of coffee and cookies. It was quiet, not very busy, with plenty of tables. He could just make out the soft sounds of light music and decided to give it a try. He stepped up to the counter and perused the menus, delighted to see that there were a number of tea options available for purchase.
“What can I get for you?”
Aramis tugged his eyes away from the menu and landed on the most handsome man on the planet. His skin shone with a slight sheet of sweat and his broad shoulders stretched his shirt tight. Aramis had to swallow back the instinctive urge to say ‘you.’
“I’d like a large Darjeeling please.”
“Coming right up. Feel free to have a seat and I’ll bring it to you.”
Aramis nodded and caught the man’s name on his nametag. “Porthos” was a strong handsome name for a strong handsome man.
He took his computer bag and picked a table near one of the windows with a good view of the counter. He opened it up and started to type out the outline for his next book. However, every time he put down a few words he was distracted by the man at the counter preparing several drinks at the same time. His mouth watered at the sight of his arms working to create several drinks.
Aramis pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text to Anne.
“Found the cutest guy, going to ask him out. Alright with you?”
“If I can come along, yeah.”
Aramis sighed. It wasn’t impossible to get a date with a stranger as a poly couple, but it wasn’t easy either. Too many people were weirded out by the thought of being with more than one person. Well, all he could do was try.
When Porthos brought him his drink Aramis had assumed he was going to be smooth about it, instead what came out of his mouth was more like a desperate lonely person, trying to get any kind of social contact.
“Do you want to go out on a date with two very lovely, albeit slightly odd people? One of which is me, and the other is a very lovely woman who is smart and successful.” Aramis saw the look on Porthos’ face which was somewhere between surprised and flabbergasted and could hit himself.
“I mean, not if you don’t want to, of course. Don’t feel obligated. It’s just you’re very handsome and clearly very hard working and you seem like the sort of opened minded man to go out on a date with a couple.”
Porthos held up a single hand and Aramis managed to stop talking. “I’d love to go on a date with you and your partner. I just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone but my friend Athos and his excitable boyfriend d’Artagnan. So, yes, I’ll go out on a date with you.”
Aramis grinned and let out an awkward laugh. “Great, so, give me your number and I’ll text you so we can set it up.”
Porthos smirked and turned the disposable coffee cup to face Aramis. Aramis glanced at it and saw a phone number written with a smiley face.
Aramis had changed his outfit four times and now Anne and both cats were watching in fascination as he checked himself in the mirror, again.
“I liked the second better than this.”
Aramis turned to look at her and then back to the mirror. She could see that he agreed with her. Which of course he would because she was correct. Her own outfit had already been chosen a half hour ago and now she was just waiting for him to decide on an outfit. Whoever this man was, clearly Aramis liked him a lot. Not to mention that they had been texting back and forth every waking minute.
He changed his outfit just as the doorbell chimed and Anne was on her feet before he could even offer to get the door.
She whipped open the door to look the man her boyfriend had asked out up and down. He was just as Aramis had described him, although he had changed out of his work clothes into a nice pair of slacks and a button-up shirt. She held out one of her hands.
“Hello, I’m Anne. Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
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