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hey can I request something that’s angsty to fluff and then smut for Oscar where reader gets a ton of hate for dating Oscar so she kind of ghosts him for a bit and they figure things out

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰/𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: oscar really just wants to hear you laugh again. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. angst. fluff. happy ending. reader is exhausted physically and mentally. reader's internal monologue is not not nice. bad eating habits. bad sleeping habit. self-deprecation. don't worry she's back on her bs at the end. reader neglects herself (?) and her relationship. implied self-sabotage. people are mean. don't worry oscar is meaner. oscar piastri is a good boyfriend. emotional hurt/comfort. tenderness. intimacy. baths and pampering. crying (non-sexy). implied sex. implied bath sex. logan and lando as plot devices. no beta we die like my will to live during finals. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot w/ blurbs. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: best i ever had • drake

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: sorry it took me so long, i've changed this fic like multiple times :/ hope it fulfills you request properly :))) this is not my favorite thing in the world, i feel like if i went on a smaller scale i would've enjoyed this more but what can you do. this is also not very black reader coded? idk but feel like it's lacking there. i also apologize for my inability to write an oscar fic without including lando, he's such a willing plot device though even if he's a little ooc. i also couldn't find the mental space to write smut but there's smth for you at the end. dedicated to us women in stem! i hope you have fun reading this because i didn't have fun writing it :)

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oscar is worried. you haven’t responded to his texts for a week, he hasn’t seen your face for two weeks, and he hasn’t heard your voice for three weeks. four weeks ago, you told him you wouldn’t be able to fly out to see him at the austin grand prix, like you promised. you sounded exhausted and incredibly guilty when you explained that your course load this semester is extreme, and finals are rapidly approaching. oscar understood; he won’t ask you to sacrifice your education for one of his races, there will be plenty you can come to in the future. what he doesn’t understand is how you’re still functioning. it’s your senior year of university at an american ivy league school, you're pursuing an engineering degree, and you’re also working nearly five days a week as a barista. oscar thinks the last time he’s seen you relaxed is before your fall semester started, you spent your entire summer break with him, making appearances at the only three races you’ve been to this season (silverstone, hungary, and spa). the last time he recalls seeing your smile and hearing your laugh is in august—it’s the end of october now.

you’ve been ghosting him. oscar wants to believe that it’s unintentional, that it’s just a side effect of the amount of work and pressure on your shoulders—but he can’t accept that. if you were unintentionally missing his calls, facetimes, and texts, you’d spam respond to all of them with a voice message or paragraphs of texts before you went to bed or class. you would send him daily or weekly recap videos of how life is treating you, like you used to do. you would send him stupid videos of you messing around on your shifts during a pause of customers. you would send him thirty reels a day on instagram of brain dead shenanigans with little captions of how you reacted, or if you thought it would make him smile. you would send him fit checks every morning before you went to class, even though your outfit consists of a hoodie and sweatpants. you would send him tiktok edits of himself and tell him that he needs to stop being ‘so hot’ because you almost barked in the middle of class. you would ask him how he’s doing, you would respond to his texts the minute you could even if it's hours late, you would leave him voicemails if he doesn’t pick up, you would make an attempt to communicate.

except, you haven’t. so, he knows that you ignoring him is intentional, and that your lifestyle right now makes it easier for you to disguise your avoidance of him as accidental.

you didn’t say ‘i love you’ back.

“mate, what are you frowning for?” oscar jumps, eyes flying up from the phone screen and meeting lando’s. the brit is staring at him in confusion, the two of them are still in their race suits, tied around their waists. the sprint race ended an hour ago, and they’ve just finished celebrating oscar’s win.

“you’ve won a race, oscar—what could possibly make you sad after that?” lando says teasingly. but, the smile on his face is quick to fade as he must see oscar’s dejected mood.

the australian debates his next move for a moment, before deciding that telling lando isn’t a bad idea; they’ve been getting closer—they’re friends, oscar would say. he sighs, and hands his phone to lando, maybe he’ll tell oscar he’s worrying over nothing.

“oh,” lando says, eyes widening, “i’m sorry, mate.”

oscar brushes off lando’s words, and buries his face in his hands, “she’s pulling away from me. that was five days ago, and she hasn’t answered any of my calls. she’s only responded to my texts since then with one word answers or very dryly. she’s ghosting me.”

oscar feels lando fumbling for words, not needing to look at him to know that the older man has no idea how to go about reassuring oscar.

“look, mate, if it were me i’d go see her anyways.”

oscar huffs, “she literally said she doesn’t have time.”

“oscar,” lando stares at him in disbelief, “she hasn’t seen you in two months. i guarantee she’s probably dying to see you again, fuck whatever time she doesn’t have. she also can’t ghost you, if you see her face to face. you should go and try to fix whatever’s wrong, before you let her slip away.”

“maybe…maybe she’s just burnt out,” oscar suggests shakily, “i’ll go see her after the triple header–i’m probably just overreacting about this. she’ll be back to her usual self in time.”

oscar is enraged. he’s pissed off at his fans for attacking you in a sick twist of ‘defending him,’ ‘protecting him’ and the supposed ‘ownership’ they think they have over him. he’s pissed off at you deciding to ghost him instead of confiding in him about the hate you receive. he’s pissed off that his flight to you has been delayed for four hours. he’s pissed off at his race in brazil, if you can even call what happened a race. he’s pissed off at the fact that you can’t make time to see him before vegas. he’s pissed off that you lied to him about picking up extra shifts at the cafe.

he stalked through your instagram the minute after he was allowed to escape debrief, hunting down your roomates accounts from where you’ve tagged them in an older post. he innocently made a group message to the two girls, figuring it would be kind and proper to inform them of his impending arrival to surprise you. and the two girls you shared an apartment with responded eagerly to his message telling him that you’ve been extremely stressed and almost depressed this semester, and that hopefully his appearance will break through to you in a way they are unable to. oscar asked them if they knew your work schedule for the week, since you never told him when you're working–and learned that you lied. you didn’t accept any extra shifts, matter of fact, you got all of your shifts covered for the next two weeks. apparently, all you have been doing is going to class, working, studying furiously, and crying. when he asks if there’s any reason besides the stress from work and school that has you crying, the girls decline to speak for you, and strongly suggest that he asks you himself when he arrives.

oscar’s no longer pissed at you for lying to him or for ghosting him–he’s hurt, but, he already understands your motive. you don’t want to worry him, so you bottle it up and distance yourself to not make him aware of how you're struggling. he won’t let you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone anymore, he’s going to see you and he’s going to take care of you, and then he’ll sort out the ignorant people on the internet.

when he’s at your apartment, you’ll be coming home from your last shift before your time off. and then, once he has you in his arms, he can make everything right again.

your hands are shaking; a result from the mix of stress and exhaustion that has been plaguing you for a few weeks. it takes you four and a half attempts to unlock the front door to your apartment—this is an improvement, yesterday it took you six times. a trembling sigh of relief exits your lungs as you shut the front door, triple checking that you lock the door properly. you remove all of your outerwear and slip out of your shoes, half-heartedly making an attempt to neatly place them in the organizer you have by the door. (you fail to register how there’s only two pairs of shoes stored away; yours and a pair of shoes that look too big to be one of the girls you live with—the usual sneakers the girls wear are nowhere to be seen.) you grunt as you tenderly put on your backpack and slowly make your way into the kitchen, off-handedly murmuring a “hi,” in the direction of the living room since you can hear the tv playing, but you don’t even spare a glance to see which roommate it is—you can’t stomach anymore human interaction today.

your walk is more of a waddle; your legs and feet are sore from working nine-hour shifts five days in a row, and also from going to class four out of those five days. you place your backpack on the small island, and continue to gently meander towards the fridge. your stomach aches at the thought of food—which is unfortunate, considering you’ve only had one meal today. regardless, you will shove a sandwich down your throat, you need the energy if you’re going to study for three hours before you go to bed.

you pause before you open the fridge, a note is stuck on the door with a magnet. your roommates are gone; the two girls have spontaneously decided to go spend the weekend with their boyfriends—you’re not going to complain, you have the apartment to yourself. a brief wave of loneliness washes over you, you were kind of looking forward to venting about the week you had to the girls in the morning, and also, couldn’t they have texted you this earlier today? who leaves old-fashioned notes on the fridge anymore? you pull out your phone to send a text in your group chat wishing them a nice weekend, and see that they did, in fact, text you that they would be gone—three days ago. and, you never responded, because you never saw it. you shrug, and send the text anyways, you’ve been incredibly busy and you’re bound to miss a few texts (especially the eighteen texts from oscar that remain unopened).

you're just going through a little bit of a slump, and you’ve had a bad day. you accidentally messed up three orders today (out of the hundred you fulfilled, so three isn’t really terrible), your running off of four hours of sleep (you’re more energized when you sleep less, anyways), and a customer accidentally bumped into you as you were walking to bring coffee to a table, causing the hot liquid to spill and burn a little spot on the back of your hand by your thumb. well, you know it wasn’t purely accidental, as the girl giggled to the group of friends she was with after she “bumped” into you. based on the way she was wearing a mclaren hoodie, you can make several guesses as to why she did it—you’re kind of shocked that she noticed you even though you wear a mask at work (you have for about a month, too many fans have noticed who you are), her hate for a relationship that’s not hers should be studied for science.

incidents like these have made your coworkers start to…dislike you. the decrease in tips when you’re assigned to the register causes you to be forced to be hidden behind coffee machines the entire shift, only making drinks the entire nine hours you’re there. it’s better for you though, at least you can have a physical barrier blocking the prying eyes you feel are judging you the entire time. if anything, the recent atmosphere at work made you want to put in your two weeks—but, you have bills to pay. you’re just glad you managed to find a way to get two weeks off so you can focus on school and prepare for your exams—you can’t afford to fail, it’ll cost your scholarship and then you’ll need more than the job you have right now to finish school.

the buzzing of your phone pulls you back to the present—oscar’s calling. you squeeze your eyes shut for a few seconds, before you blink and silence the ringer. if you speak to him, you won’t be able to hide your troubles from him any longer; he reads you as easily as a kid’s picture book. he definitely doesn’t need to deal with your problems after whatever the hell happened in brazil. the noise of your phone startled you into a new thought, however. if the girls aren’t in the apartment, why the fuck is the tv on? who did you greet when you walked past the main room without a glance?

“i was calling to tell you that i’ve got takeout from the asian restaurant you like, if you’re looking for something to eat,” oscar says gently.

it’s a testament to how extremely exhausted you are: you don’t scream, you don’t fight, you don’t run—you just flinch slightly, and turn around slowly to face your boyfriend…the man you’ve been avoiding for nearly a month. at the sight of him (his fluffy hair, his soft sweater, the confused and concerned glint in his eyes) your lip starts quivering, and your eyes start watering. oscar’s gaze softens into something sweet yet empathic, and he says, “i know it’s been a while since we’ve last talked, but i didn’t think you’d cry at the sight of me.”

you burst into tears with a sob, and in a second oscar’s got you wrapped up in his arms, one hand soothingly massaging your back, while the other cradles your head on his shoulder. your borderline hyperventilating, your tears have started to soak his sweater, and you’re sniffling every two seconds to avoid getting snot on him too. oscar doesn’t try to quiet your tears, he doesn’t ask about what’s making you cry, he doesn’t even try to tell you that everything will be fine—he just holds you as you cry it out and presses kisses into your hair. eventually, the flow of tears dries and you focus on pulling in shaky breaths of air to calm down. oscar switches to holding you to his chest with one arm while he uses the free one to reach across the counter and grab a tissue. wordlessly, he wipes the wetness off your cheeks and under-eyes, he even uses another tissue to wipe your nose, clearing away the snot that managed to escape. you almost start crying again at the tender treatment and the matching look in his eyes, but you muster enough strength to keep the happy tears from falling over the waterline.

oscar nods once, deeming his cleanup complete, and clears his throat, “i’m going to heat up the food. then, we’ll eat and you’ll tell me what’s wrong and if that has anything to do with why you’re ignoring me.”

there’s no attempt from you to keep the façade up any longer, all you do is nod and step to the side so he can grab the food from the fridge.

oscar has already cleared his plate and you’re still picking through half of yours. the two of you are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, teen wolf is playing on a low volume, and your eyes are tunneled on the screen even though oscar can see that you’re not paying attention at all. one of the characters is screaming about having to get his arm cut off (stiles, probably) and suddenly you start talking to oscar.

“it’s been a shit semester. if i wasn’t graduating in spring, i honestly think i would’ve dropped out or taken a gap-year. and, i knew what i signed up for as an engineering major, and i knew that working was only going to add more on my plate—but, it’s not like i can quit my job, i have bills to pay. so, juggling school and work is difficult, and i was managing fine. but, i guess i made the mistake of scrolling through twitter—which is truly my fault i think—and everyone on the internet was calling me a ‘terrible girlfriend’,” oscar watches you scoff out a choked laugh, “and, i obviously didn’t believe i was. in the beginning, at least. i mean, it’s like they expected me to be at every race by your side, like i’m not working my way through a hellscape of a degree. i watched every practice session, qualifying, and race—they’re literally the only hours i don’t spend studying or working. i brag about you to everybody who would listen, i missed hours of sleep just to speak to you on the phone for five minutes, i work as hard as i can so i can finish this degree early so i can be with you as early as possible, and they say that you deserve a better girlfriend.”

you pause and rub at your eyes furiously, mouth opening and closing as you take time to find the words to continue. oscar quiets the flare of anger at your distress, and stays silent, not wanting to interrupt your speech, this is the most you’ve said to him in a month.

“the thing is: i-i i let their words get to me. i think it’s because i was being kicked while i was down—or whatever the phrase is. i was already mentally exhausted, and i already believe that i’m not doing my best this year, i’m disappointing everybody who knows me, i’m a shit student—and just seeing everybody agree, even though they’re just randoms on the internet, tore me down. i even deleted all of the apps off my phone,” your voice has shifted into something desperate, “so i couldn’t see what they were saying about me anymore, but it’s like once i saw it, it never left my mind. i feel like everybody is staring at me with condescending eyes, like they all think i’m terrible. and, logically, i know that’s probably not true. but, this semester has pushed me past the point of being able to rationalize properly. so as a result, i have become a ‘terrible girlfriend’ to you; like a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy.

“i avoid your calls, i leave you on delivered for days, i respond with one word, i lie to my friends and say i was up all night talking to you on the phone when i was really crying and studying at the same time, i hold back from bursting into tears in the middle of my shifts when one of your ‘fangirls’ spills their drink over me for the third time. and while doing all of this, i was hoping you’d do the hard part and just break up with me,” your voice rings out sharply and you refuse to look at your boyfriend, afraid to see the look on his face.

“because…” you whimper slightly, tongue flicking out to lick at your lips anxiously, “you do deserve a better girlfriend.”

oscar is lost for words at your conclusion; seeing you, one of the strongest women he knows break down, is a sight he never imagined. a sense of guilt builds within him, knowing that he’s added to the deprecating thoughts in your brain by postponing this intervention for weeks. you may think that he deserves someone better, but he hasn’t been the best to you either recently. if oscar was half the man you think he is, he would’ve never allowed you to avoid him in the first place. oscar stands up, collects your plate and his, and places them on the coffee table. he turns and drops to his knees in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs, and squeezes them gently to grab your attention. it takes a minute, but eventually you allow your eyes to fall to meet his, and oscar breaks further at the lack of light in your eyes.

“i think,” oscar starts quietly, “that you expect me to break up with you and leave—am i guessing correctly?”

you blink down at him and shrug, biting your lip to prevent it from quivering.

“i also think, that if i flew all this way to see you, and that if i listened to your heartbreaking recollection of how this semester and how the world has been incredibly unkind to you, and that if i sat here and still broke up you—it’s not me that deserves a better girlfriend; it’s you that deserves a better boyfriend.”

stunned, you stumble over your disagreement, but oscar steadfastly continues.

“you did the right thing by deleting your socials—and that would explain why all three hundred of the reels i’ve sent you have gone unseen,” he laughs lightly, “and even if their words took root, you prevented yourself from being able to see more of it every time you used your phone; so even if my pride is not needed, i am proud of you for doing that. i’m even more proud that you sat here and told me that you aren’t doing well, that you didn’t make an attempt to lie, and that i didn’t have to force you to tell me,” oscar says seriously, holding steady eye contact with you to make sure you're hearing him.

“i wish that you would have mentioned the hate you’re receiving as soon as it started, and that you would have told me your mental health was suffering too. you know i do everything in my power to avoid reading anything with my name in it unless it’s a credible article—so imagine my surprise, when i learned about what people were saying about you through a twitter thread logan, of all people texted me about,” you snort out a laugh at the feigned disdain in oscar’s voice when he mentions the american driver.

“you know i have no issues embarrassing people on the internet for their incorrect claims—and i’d especially tear them to shreds for trying to drag you down. we’ve been together too long for you not to come to me about things like this, even if it’s something that mildly upsets you—i want to know, because then i can make it better, or i can at least try to. you haven’t complained to me about the grueling lifestyle once, as i worked my way up to f1; if anybody could be perfect, it would be you. so, let me try to be as perfect as you, and support you properly and thoroughly as you finish up this degree, baby.

“we’re soulmates, aren’t we?” it’s a question, but oscar states it like a fact, “and i know i can’t magically make the self-loathing disappear with one conversation, but i'll tell you that you’re the best girlfriend i’ve ever had countless times, until you believe me unquestionably.”

oscar watches your nose scrunch cutely as you sniffle, unable to stop the tears that leak from the corners of your eyes. sweetly, he catches them with his thumb before they fall. he stands up and tugs you to your feet, pulling you into a tight, warm hug.

“i love you, kanga,” oscar coos as he kisses your forehead.

“i love you the most, roo,” you answer back, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“i’ve bought some lavender epsom salt and an embarrassing amount of bath bombs. will you let me take care of you tonight?” oscar asks quietly.

he sees the mix of awed-disbelief and confusion as you stare up at him, like you can’t imagine why he’d want to love you tenderly tonight, and that hurts him more—the words of his ‘fans’ online have done enough damage to cause you to doubt him. maybe he can convince you to come to vegas with him so he can keep you close, but first, he needs to focus on caring for you here and now.

oscar grabs his duffle bag and smiles as you hold his hand to lead him to your room and the attached bathroom (rent is ridiculously expensive, but at least you don’t have to share a bathroom with your roommates.) oscar sends you to grab pajamas while he starts filling the tub, epsom salt already poured in. he fiddles with the temperature for a while before it’s set to the boiling-your-skin-off hot you enjoy. by the time you join him in the bathroom, he’s added the salts and soap in the water and has placed the bath bombs out for you to choose one. oscar can’t help the small smile that rises to his face at the sight of the serious furrow of your brow as you pick out your favorite from the bunch.

oscar hums as you hand him the jade-infused bath bomb, and asks, “can i wash your hair too? or will it mess up your schedule?”

“i actually really need to wash it,” you murmur with a humorless chuckle, “i’ve been so busy that i haven’t been taking care of my hair properly.”

oscar blinks and continues non-judgmentally, “i’ll give you an extra scalp massage to make up for that—you can start getting undressed now, the water’s nearly ready.”

he turns around awkwardly, he’s seen you naked before but he feels like it would be slightly perverse to watch you while you’re clearly in a more sensitive state tonight. he fumbles with the faucet for a few seconds before turning it off, and drops the bath bomb into the water so it can start dispersing. oscar faces you again carefully making sure he avoids staring at your body and locks eyes with you, he beckons you forward with an outstretched hand and holds your hand as you submerge yourself in the water. once you’re settled comfortably, oscar grabs your hair products (he holds up any bottle he thinks you may not want to use tonight, and you give him a thumbs up or down to decide), and then kneels at your side.

he starts to roll up the sleeves of the hoodie but your hand halts his motions, the water splashing loudly at the quickness of your movement, “you’re not getting in with me?”

“uh,” oscar stutters, “i-i wasn’t planning on it. i just wanted to give you a nice bath.”

oscar pinkens as you stare at him wordlessly and when your unimpressed gaze shifts to a slight glare, he finds himself shedding his clothes and sinking in behind you at an impressive speed.

his heart began to race as the two of you shifted into as comfortable of a position you could achieve in a too-small tub, but calmed at your pleased hum as you settled between his legs with your back resting on his chest. this may be the most romantic experience oscar has ever indulged in. sure, it’s not a candlelit dinner at an obnoxiously expensive restaurant but, it’s him detangling your hair, it’s him massaging shampoo into your crown, it’s him scratching softly along your scalp as the deep conditioner sits, it’s you playing with the water innocently, it’s you whispering every detail of your life that he’s missed out on, it’s you gently directing him through braiding your hair, and it’s him pressing kisses to your shoulder when he finishes. there isn’t a single moment where the two of you become unsettled during lapses of silence; the intimacy of his actions is loud enough to fill the gaps. oscar can’t imagine ever being this comfortable with anybody besides you, he hates that he almost allowed you to pull completely away from him. moments like these, where you allow yourself to be thoughtlessly vulnerable with him, are exactly why he’s completely enamored with you.

your body has loosened against him, muscles syrupy and lax from the effects of a toe-curling scalp massage, and oscar gently guides you to sit upright while steadying most of your weight with a single hand splayed against your abdomen. the sound of the cap of your body wash clicking open startles you into the present, and you shift around to straddle his lap. it’s amusing; he inaudibly chuckles at the sight of you struggling to complete your change of position without sending water over the edge. you make a triumphant noise when you’ve managed to turn around to face him, and oscar’s hands cradle your hips when you rest on his lap.

“can i–”

“shouldn’t you–”

oscar bursts into laughter and you into giggles, at the interruption of each other's sentences. it’s definitely not that funny, but oscar’s heart skips a beat at the sound of your laugh–he hasn’t heard that sweet noise in what feels like forever. he motions for you to speak, ever the gentleman, and eagerly awaits for our question with a smile still stretched across his lips.

“shouldn’t you fuck me before we wash up? so we don’t have to clean up twice?”

oscar chokes on his breath, his grip on you tightening in surprise, and he babbles, “what? no-i mean, yes, i mean—wait. i didn’t do all of this just to have sex with you, you know that right? i genuinely just wanted to pamper you–”

“oscar,” you cut him off, intentionally this time around, “after the semester i’ve had, and the less than kind words i’ve heard and thoughts i’ve had describing myself–i really do appreciate the bath, i feel reminded that you love me. however, i really think that having sex would help…solidify your devotion for me.”

oscar blinks up at you, he wasn’t quite expecting you to return to your normal sassy behavior as quickly as you did. but, he is thankful that you’ve opened up to him with no further hesitation–it’s actually incredibly attractive of you, how you’ve resumed complete comfortability in expressing exactly what you want to him. at least, that’s the excuse he’s telling himself to cope with being half-hard already.

“...at least let me take you to bed, then?”

“no,” you whine down at him, your hips sneakily twitching forward, oscar moans lightly at the light grind, “too far! saves time later if we don’t have to come back to shower.”

“you’re right,” oscar hums distractedly, moving his right hand off your waist to slip between your thighs and brush along your cunt, “i’ll fuck you here as long as you let me do all of the work.”

oscar’s blood heats at the sound of your whimpering moan and he takes his other hand off your waist to grab at your chin and he pulls you down for a kiss.

oscar groans when you pause before your lips touch his, and he feels the breath of your giggle ghost over his mouth, “mmm, i’ll never say no to that—and, didn’t i agree to let you take care of me tonight?”

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Humming a tune (writing)

Evelyn notices the farmers both seem to sometimes hum to themselves SO she decides to approach the male farmer and ask what tune he's humming in order to get to know him better.

Word count: 1,378 words (so medium I guess)

Characters: Evelyn and Mask Farmer.

Vibe: nice and wholesome moments :) I'm not really experienced in writing but I'll do my best to make it coherent, enjoy! :D and with pictures!

A lovely spring and sunny day welcomed the valley. Evelyn tends to the town square flowers, putting care and attention to each one.

It's the town's flowers after all. The people in the valley need to be represented properly!

It was nice to be out in the center of the town square on days like this. It allowed her to greet anyone who went through, give them a big warm smile, and catch up about what was happening that day. It was also nice to be able to bathe in the sun's warmth and reminisce on the past and how the valley had changed over the years. In came the male farmer with focused eyes, dedicated to a goal in his mind, ignoring everything around him. She could tell he was passing even with her bad vision by the sound of his fast and heavy footsteps, always in a rush. Both the farmers often cross here in the mornings, although Evelyn really only saw the sister out. Both would look at the bulletin board outside of Pierre's shop, check the calendars, and go on with their daily routine but only she would talk to Evelyn and the other townspeople. "Perhaps he's shy," Evelyn thought seeing him walk to the Help Wanted board. He greeted her once when they both first arrived in Pelican Town and he hasn't talked to her since then...or anyone besides for transactional reasons it seemed. Evelyn's face grew sad at the thought. The poor boy was ignored by everyone or treated as an anomaly to be feared and avoided. It didn't seem to bother the farmer but her heart could not let it be. "The flowers can be tended later, it was about time someone bothered to try and have a nice conversation with him" Evelyn thought. She began to walk towards the farmer who was still reading the Help Wanted note and noticed he was humming something. Thinking about it now, the farmers both tend to hum a tune to themselves. It's almost never the same song and seems to change throughout the seasons. "Excuse me, dear" she asked beside the farmer "May I ask what tune you are humming?"

The Farmer jolts in shock and turns towards her. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you." Evelyn says apologetically "I was just curious about the songs you hum to yourself, they sound very nice, was it a band back in the city?" He was really expecting anyone to talk to him today so Evelyn's Interruption took him back a bit. He also had a lot to do but her soft genuine smile guilt tripped him to take the time to answer her. "The song doesn't exist." The farmer stated bluntly "Oh"

Not the answer Evelyn was expecting. She had sworn she heard both the farmers hum the same tune.

Very curious she continued "So did you come up with the tune?" "No" the Farmer responds "I hear them In my head." Evelyn's confused expression let him know it made no sense to her but he couldn't really find another way to explain it besides being direct and honest. Maybe he should have lied, he thought. His sister did all the time to explain weird things like this but her genuine curiosity stopped him from lying to her face. Could he really lie to sweet little granny Evelyn? Evelyn saw the farmer's face slightly turn from her in shame. She didn't really understand the answer but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of his response so she softly said "It's ok. I don't need to understand it, do you like the songs? The farmer nods.

"Oh, that's nice to hear, I assume the song changes through the season? do you hear it all the time?" "Yeah..." he responds. She could tell the Farmer was starting to get uncomfortable with her questions so she tried to ease his nerves. "You know...your grandpa used to do the same thing too" The farmer looks at her in surprise "It's true!" she exclaims Evelyn begins to walk to the town flowers gesturing for the farmer to follow. The farmer does so.

"When he used to run the farm, he would whistle songs to himself while he worked" Evelyn reminisced. "Your grandpa used to say he would hear the valley singing to him, he would call it a superpower! Not many of us understood what he meant but by the sounds of it, I guess it was passed down to you"

The farmer smiles and chuckles at the idea. Their Grandpa did used to whistle a lot on the farm. It was only a faint memory since both he and his sister were so young when they used to visit. In a sense, the valley was singing to them.

"If it's not too much, could you hum a bit of the song you hear?" she asked The farmer paused for a second. He looked slightly at the sky and listened. He did his best to match the tune but it was difficult when there was more than one instrument to hum in his head.

Evelyn listened internally and cheered for the farmer once he had stopped. She could tell he was embarrassed by it but genuinely flattered. "You have a very lovely voice dear, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, oh!-" she interrupted herself. "I heard there was a band in town, maybe you should join, I think you would make a lovely addition!" He knew she was talking about Sam's band but he hadn't really talked to the guy... or anyone in that band. Sometimes he saw Abigail up in the mountains or Sebastian taking a smoke break but never really paid them any attention. He never needed to. Evelyn begins to tend to the flowers as she speaks. "You don't need to if you don't want to. I can tell you don't like to talk much, I don't want to pressure you."

She pauses.

"but I can tell you like to listen" The farmer had never really thought about it that way before... but when you don't say much, the only other choice is to listen to the world around you. "I know not many of us can understand you and I've noticed others treat you differently because of that" Evelyn gently places her hands on top of the farmer's hand. "-but I don't want you to feel like you're not part of the town. You will always be welcomed here...no matter how odd you are"

The farmer softly smiled to Evelyn. "Well," Evelyn exclaimed. "I don't want to hold your day up much longer but If you ever want to talk more about your grandpa or just to hear an old lady ramble about the past, I'm always here for you" The farmer is quiet for a second, taking in her words. "Thank you." He says. "Ohhh, no need to thank me, I haven't done anything, sweetie" She replied but the farmer quickly responded. "You did." Evelyn curiously looked at him confused. "You talked to me."

Evelin's heart was touched beyond words as the farmer leaned down to hug her. She squeezed as hard as her weak arms would allow and stayed there for as long as he needed. But the farmer quickly got up, smiled, and began to walk to the mines. They waved each other goodbye and moved on with their days. The warm moment being over just like that. As the farmer walked up the mountain he began to think. It was only a small moment. It had never really bothered him that the town viewed him as a cryptid. He often reveled in being odd, weird, and feared. He didn't have much of an interest in getting to know anyone. But Granny Evelyn had warmed his heart. Maybe he didn't need to be so cold to everyone. Maybe he should stop by and chat before heading to the mines. It's not like the caves are going anywhere. Maybe... ...he'll stop by and get some cookies :)

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #sdv evelyn #please let me know about spelling or writing mistakes btw!#I am VERY dyslexic and spell checker can only do so much :(#SDVBID art

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You Heard Me

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, discussions of sex, dom/sub relationship, bit of dumbification, slightly dark - 18+, minors DNI Summary: Bucky doesn't really like it when you fight him on something. A/N: i was not sure about ever posting this bc i think i wrote it when i was slightly drunk. i remember trying to write more dark fics but then this happened and it's more dom/sub vibes than dark. either way.....it was a moment. it's short (under 1k words) but impactful. enjoy.

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"Give me your panties."

"Wh—What?"

"You heard me," Bucky growled. "Give me your panties."

You looked from him to the restaurant the car was parked in front of. You could make out through the window some of his friends from work (as he described them — they were superheroes to you) sitting around a table humming and hawing over the menu.

You’ve been with Bucky for just under a year but this was the first time you were set to meet anyone in his life. Bucky had been very strict with your relationship. He was incredibly dedicated but also suffocatingly possessive. He had become your world. Your everything. The air you breathed. The thoughts in your head. He ran within you, through and through.

You’d normally do anything he asked, thankful for his attention and love, but you grew hesitant at this request. You weren’t sure why. There wasn’t much you and Bucky hadn’t done in terms of intimacy but that was all in the comfort of your secluded home. You could be quite shy and reserved around others and it had been a bit since you had to interact with anyone besides Bucky.

"Why?" You softly asked.

"Why?" Bucky scoffed. "Did you just ask me why?"

"I… I’m sorry," you muttered, "it’s just…"

"It’s just what?"

You could sense his patience running thin. You sighed. "Bucky…"

He wasn’t having much more of it. Bucky gripped your chin and forcefully turned your head to face him. You gasped at the motion, a spike of fear and excitement spreading in you.

"Is it because I came inside you?" He asked mockingly. "That’s the issue, isn’t it, sweetheart? It’s because you had to wear this little number and I had no choice but rail you in the backseat."

You frowned. "You said you like this dress."

Bucky’s eyes darkened. "I love this dress, but wearing it comes with consequences, doesn’t it?" He spoke to you slowly, almost dumbing down his words. It made your head go foggy. "Give me your panties," he repeated for a third time.

You let out a little whine. "But I… It’ll be all messy."

"Good," Bucky snapped. "There won’t be any confusion over whether you’re taken or not."

A shiver crept down your spine. Although Bucky hasn’t taken you out much, the times he did, he always remarked about how it seemed like no one could take their eyes off you. He was constantly shooting men death stares or gripping your waist to the point of bruising. You didn’t really think his fears held much merit but you’d never tell him that — even if it was starting to get to a concerning point. Like now.

When you didn’t respond immediately, not even sure what to say in defense anymore, Bucky stepped it up a notch. "Give me your panties now or I’ll rip them off you. Your choice, honey."

He loosened his grip on your chin, allowing you to turn away. You took another glance at the restaurant. For a brief second, you made eye contact with Steve Rogers through the window. You immediately looked down at the car’s floorboard. Bucky’s eyes were practically burning holes in your head.

Sighing, you reached under your dress and slowly slid your pink satin panties down your legs. With every shift you felt the familiar warmth leak around your thighs.

You didn’t want to look at Bucky as you handed him your panties but he wasn’t happy for that. He grabbed at your neck this time, willing you to turn to him once more.

"Good girl," he said with a devious smirk. "I’ll only have to punish you a little tonight for trying to fight me earlier."

Your heart jumped in your chest. "Punishment?"

Bucky sighed. "We’re almost at our one year anniversary, sweetheart, I thought you would’ve learned by now but you’re a tough one."

You knew what punishment meant. You knew the room it was conducted in. A room you had spent many nights and many days in, completely consumed by the wants and will of Bucky.

"I… I’m sorry," you whispered.

Bucky seemed to consider it as he ran a thumb over your pouting lip but it didn’t last long. He gave your cheek a little harsh tap before pushing you to face forward in your seat.

"Save your sorries for when you’re tied to the bed and begging me to stop."

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No Other Way [Request] || Doctor Strange x BlackWidow!Reader

Word count: 2.8K WARNINGS: Angst. Unrequited Love. Character D**th. References: DS:MoM/Vormir (Endgame) [Request]: Dedicated to @romanvffa <3 A/N: Sorry it took so long, love. Tumblr had to fix my account. ***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else*** + GIF DOES NOT belong to me. All Credits to the creator.

Stephen fell to the ground after attempting to dream walk into his variant's corpse in your original reality, however he failed miserably. You stood vigilant with the Brazier of Bom'Galiath in one hand and a candle in the other. You began to worry for him internally as he seemed to be experiencing an episode that resembled a seizure. Since Christine was already caring for him, you felt some kind of relief. She was a doctor after all, she should know how to deal with people having fits.

"Come on Stephen, fight them. You are Doctor Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, show them what you can do. " Christine gave him a little encouragement while wiping away the sweat that was dripping down the side of his head.

This Christine acted like she hated Stephen, but now she’s acting like his stupid girlfriend. Your facial muscles formed a scowl. If it were possible, your eyes would be rolling 360 degrees—You and Stephen always got along well, you share the same humour and make a great team together. At one point you thought he’d notice that there was some chemistry between you, but you thought wrong. The imagination of wanting to push Christine out the window entertained your thoughts– you wanted to be in her position right now.

If you were being absolutely honest with yourself, you'd label the awful emotion that you were experiencing, as jealousy. "Doctor Palmer, please bring him back. I really don't want to remain here forever as a third wheel," you pleaded, making it sound like a joke with just a little bit of sincerity.

"I'm trying (Y/N)—"Stephen shot up with the loudest gasp, like he could finally breathe after being suffocated.

Both of you jumped when he snapped out of his seizures, and you watched them from the outside of the ritual circle. You saw how Christine was trying to comfort him, and you also witnessed how he responded to that: he held Christine as if she were the one who gave him his strength. Your instincts were telling you that you should go check on him as well, but you knew that it would mean nothing since he only sees you as a friend or sidekick on this journey.

You heard the sounds of crackling noises before you could even open your lips to speak, the ones you've heard in the past when America mistakenly opens her star portals, "Uh Strange, do you hear what I'm hearing?" You looked around the god-forsaken haunted house in an effort to find the location of the portal that would open up.

"Yeah… I am." Stephen stood up from the ground, holding Palmer up with him while he also tried to focus his hearing on the crackles in space.

"You might want to take that thing." You suggested and pointed at the Darkhold using the candle. Stephen stooped down to grab the book and shut it with one hand, he extended his arms out towards you, wanting to hand the book over.

"It might be safer with you, if it's The Scarlet Witch coming for us, I'm sure she'll look for it on me first." Stephen said and entrusted the book to your protection. You approached the circle of candles with some reluctance and then cautiously grabbed the book. You decided it was best to go back out since being so close to him while Palmer was there made you feel awkward.

Stephen turned to Christine, "Just in case anything bad happens after this, I better tell you this now…"

Christine did not speak a single word, and instead just gazed eagerly at the man. When you heard that Stephen was ready to confess something, your ears perked up, and you could tell from a mile away that it was his affection for her.

During the whole of your trip with him and in America, the topic of Christine and everything related to her continually came up. Now, you had a front-row, VIP seat to witness this couple finally understand one another, only to have their relationship disintegrate once again because the laws of the universe dictated it. You didn’t know why you felt a sense of relief that they could never be together. You made it seem as if you were pacing about and looking at antiquities that had no significance to you because what he had to say to her was so upsetting that you didn't even want to listen to it.

"I love you…. I love you in every universe," Stephen's eyes wandered to Palmer's visage, like he was printing it in his photographic memory, "And it's not that I don't want to care for someone to have someone care for me, it's just….I get scared."

You gave Stephen a sidelong glance; oh, how you wished those eyes would look at you like that; you wondered what it would be like to have the warmth of his hands against your skin; you were certain that he would be able to break down the barriers that you had constructed around yourself; you had no doubts about his ability to do so. However, this admission made you feel as if someone had ripped your heart out of your chest, trampled on it, and then ground it up in a grinder. You knew this would leave you with an ugly scar. You’ve never felt so out of place and rejected in your entire life. You see now that you will never be able to fill that space in his heart because no matter how much you try, you aren’t Christine; she’s got everything that you don’t have so how could you ever compete with that? You probably just imagined or misinterpreted the look in his eyes when he got worried about you after being injured by the witch.

"Face your fears, Doctor Strange.” You heard her say, while she placed her hand against his cheek, which he leaned against. They were too busy being disgustingly lovey-dovey that they didn’t notice the Star portal open up,

You cleared your throat to remind them of your presence, “Sorry to be the cockblocker but the portal?”

“Right…” Stephen furrowed his brows at you, his expression looking almost worried, “(Y/N), you may want to put that down.”

You looked at him confused, “What?” Stephen’s eyes stared pointedly at the axe of Angarrumus that you obliviously now held tightly in your hand. You looked down and chucked the blade away from you, “I don’t remember... grabbing that—anyway, we have to go.” You set the volts on your widow bite to its most lethal and highest limit of 350,000 volts of electricity. You’ve witnessed how powerful she's become and what she’s capable of. You have no choice but to be equally brutal, even if shooting her with this amount of electricity means permanent nerve damage or even death.

You all jumped out of the portal that America subconsciously opened out of fear as Wanda began to drain her powers. Without saying a word, you aimed at her thigh and shot her with that lethal amount of electricity. In almost an instant, her body went rigid as the electricity passed through her body.

Wong emerged from the entryway of the temple and was relieved to see that all of you were there in one piece.

“Wong, I could use some help restraining the witch. I don't think I can hold her off myself.” Stephen asks and, along with Wong, uses the spell to call for the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak to tie The Scarlet Witch up as she fights off the pain and muscle spasms caused by your bite.

“You guys try your best to keep her at bay. We need to get the kid out of here first,” America fell on the sacrificial table, too weak to get up, so ran to her aid, “America, we’re here. We’re going to get you out—let’s go.” You patted her cheek to orient her a bit more.

“(Y/N)? How did you get here?” The kid asked weakly as her eyes fluttered open.

“Because of you, love. You opened the portal for us, you got us here. You may not realise it but all this time, it’s always been you. You got us exactly where we needed to go. You’ve got more control over your powers than you think, you just need to trust it and trust yourself”— You smiled at her lovingly and wiped the blood dripping out from her brows.

You and America came under Wanda's intense scrutiny as she wrung some power out of the knowledge that you had angered her. As she struggled to free herself from her confinement, she secretly energised her abilities, which resulted in an outburst of chaos magic. Stephen, Wong, and Christine were flung in the direction of the wall as the rush of force shoved their bodies aside.

You used your body to shield America as both of you got blown away by the energy. Wanda tilted her head, teeth grinding as she assessed the situation and chuckled, “Do you really think your little electric device would stop me?” She mocked, her accent becoming more audible.

The darkhold landed on the opposite side of the temple, close to where Christine was. You engaged in direct eye contact with her and then subtly signalling her to remain completely still by placing your finger on your upper lip.

“Stay down.” You whispered to America. You groaned while you got up to face Wanda, “No, but it was worth a try. I never got to use its limits and you were the perfect guinea pig.”

“You’re going to regret that.” Wanda's hands started to glow with a chaotic energy as she began to channel it.

“Wanda, look around, you’re destroying yourself! Do you think Vision will be proud of what you’ve become?” You tried to reason with her but instead she hurled the ball of energy towards you.

To deflect the assault away from you and back towards Wanda, Wong lent Stephen his sling ring, which Stephen then used to create a portal in front of you. She was flung about in the air by her own abilities, and this time she directed her attention on Stephen and Wong who were prepared to battle her together.

"Destroy herself?" Christine mumbled to herself as she tried to put the pieces together. While the masters of magic were fighting each other, Christine saw one of Wong's daggers near the sacrificial table and quickly made her way towards it while ducking and dodging.

While you were assisting the kid to stand, you saw Christine make a move to shatter the darkhold. During that brief moment, you noticed Stephen looking at Christine with wide eyes as he realised what she was going to do. You had no choice but to remove her from the vicinity of that book; attempting to destroy anything of such immense power rarely ends well.

‘He really can’t live without her huh?’ You reflected for a moment, then made the necessary adjustments to the voltage of your weapon, and then you blasted Christine away from the book. You released America, but she grabbed hold of you before you could get away from her.

“(Y/N)! Where are you going?” She tightened her grip on your arm, and with moistened eyes you smiled at her.

“I need to take care of the Darkhold America.” You ripped her hands away from your arm, “It’s going to be okay. I trust the strength that’s in you. Make sure everyone gets home safely okay?” While walking backwards, you pointed your hook at the book and pulled it towards you. Then, as you passed Christine, who was recovering from your bite, you ducked down and grabbed the dagger. In the past, Stephen has always been the one to protect others, and now you've decided to do the same by demolishing Mount Wundagore to protect him.

While he and Wong fought to keep Wanda under control, Stephen spotted you make your way towards the cliff of the temple while carrying the darkhold in your arms. As you sprang into the air and whirled your body around while hurling the book towards the stratosphere, the Scarlet Witch let out a horrifying scream that caused your blood to rush to your head. You used the last of your might to launch the dagger at the book, which resulted in a catastrophic explosion that was felt all the way up Mount Wundagore.

If Christine had ripped the book to shreds right then and there, things may have turned out worse for everyone else. The mountain grumbled, which was a sign that there was only a limited amount of time left before it collapsed completely on top of itself.

While running to you, Stephen tossed his cloak in your direction; however, a rock that had fallen from the ceiling caught the cloak and held it in place. You succumbed to your destiny by closing your eyes, a single tear escaping the inner corner of your eye when suddenly, you felt Stephen's tight hold around your wrist.

You gasped and looked up at him, “Stephen, let me go, they need you.”

Stephen turned around and saw that Wong was having trouble and said, "What about you?!" While he was attempting to pull you up, he yelled at you, "(Y/N), take my hand god damn it!" His veins on his forehead were bulging. “Don’t—”

You studied Stephen’s features and felt lucky that his face was the last face you’ll see, “It’s okay. I’ve done my part,” You smiled at him reassuringly as you felt your body stiffening, you were slowly turning into rock as the consequence of destroying the darkhold, “You can’t save me either way Stephen.”

You raised your other hand to show Stephen that it was beginning to turn grey and you passed him a little note, “You couldn’t think of another way?” Stephen asked, clearly frustrated with you for acting so impulsively.

“There is no other way.” You chuckled and repeated his catchphrase as his tears fell into your cheeks. You tilted your head to peer over his shoulder and saw that the mountain was beginning to crumble. You forced your feet up against the rock face, which prompted Stephen to release his grip on your wrist. While you were turning into stone, he yelled your name many times as you descended farther into the abyss.

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It had been a few weeks after the battle at Wundagore, and here he was standing in front of your gravestone leaving a tiny arrangement of flowers for you. He felt the gentle caress of the cold wind on his face, and in his mind, he believed that it was you greeting him. He was holding the folded up paper in his hands, but up until this point he hadn't had the bravery to read it. Stephen took it out of his pocket and with trembling hands he opened it and began to read. Dear Stephen, I don't know how to approach you or say this to your face so I choose to write it instead. The path that led us to friendship was not exactly the traditional one, but it turned out to be successful for us. I know that no matter what, you will support me. That is one of the reasons I believe I am beginning to develop feelings for you. I am aware that you do not have the time for a relationship at the moment, and I also understand that you may be afraid about making a commitment. However, I am patient. No matter what our relationship is like, you can count on me to stand by your side. Never before in my life have I felt such a strong connection to another person. It makes my day whenever we get to chat or even just hang out together. I am also aware that it is not easy to tell another person that you do not love them in the same way that they love you. So I ask you to please, do not ever be scared to speak your mind openly to me. I will always be your friend, regardless of what you feel about me. You should know I'll be patiently waiting for you. I don't need expensive presents or your undivided attention. To know you care is all I need, and I have no doubt you do. I appreciate all of your hugs and words of encouragement, and I just wanted to say "thank you" for all of it. In the time I've known you, I've come to love you as a friend, and I want to love you much more than that. Sincerely Yours, (Y/N).

He now understood why you always stood up for him and got angry whenever someone said something bad about him. It was finally clear why you got upset with him every time he took up a dangerous mission without asking for your help, it was clear why you gave him any time of your day whenever he needed an ear to listen.

Stephen found himself sobbing at the letter as he read it, he found himself on his knees in front of your gravestone, apologising, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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the itoshi brothers (and how bluelock handles betrayal as character motivation)

✦ or why i don't think sae hates rin afterall.

✦ a / n ; this absurdly long and absurdly extensive. my bad. also sorry if this is obvious to some people, sometimes it takes me a few reads fdfksj

i want to preface this by saying - i'm not really very invested in the itoshi brothers. or at least i wasn't originally. the character im usually most taken with is isagi, but i've sort of been wanting to dissect sae because i can't fully wrap my head around his character. and when i want to understand a character, i usually end up going through a re-read of their chapters and arcs - to get a feel for them and all.

sorry for the thick paragraph, but tl;dr this is the first time im really analyzing these two so if this is obvious to everyone else please ignore me asjdskjds

anyway. the analysis.

there's two things that need to be examined when taking a look at the itoshi brothers. the first being their relationship before sae took off to spain, the second being how bluelock sets up concepts like betrayal for the sake of improvement.

firstly - i think we need to address saes character on a base level. sae is shown to be relatively detached in general. whereas rin has forever been more of sensitive character - sae is critical and level-headed. i suspect this is partially accredited to his role as older brother.

but you'll notice that sae is significantly more gentle to rin. he's a good older brother, both encouraing rin to do well and play soccer with him. even if he lacks that sort of finesse with teammates.

from the beginning, rin idolizes his older brothers character. every goal he has is in some way relating to pleasing or impressing sae. it's not unusual for him to do as a younger brother, especially one who was obviously doted on by rin. it's very clear that rin loves his brother deeply and feels a need to earn his favor nearly always.

there's this conversation they have in ch.124 that really drew me to this conclusion and sort of shifted my perspective on this relationship. i had always figure that sae had experienced something in spain that we, the audience don't know. it's very bluelock for characters to change drastically due to some crushing defeat (case and point kunigami)

but i hadn't take into consideration what that event would've changed in these twos relationship where maybe i should've. the thing is that sae is always concerned about how rin will fare without him.

in this chapter, sae asks rin what he thinks about or considers with playing soccer and rin responds with something along the lines of - he's not really thinking. he uses instinct and has confidence his brothers passes to him. sae is of course critical of this.

aside from the very obvious affection that this two share - sae goes onto tell rin that he's going off to spain soon. he once again, encourages rin to do his best and not fall behind while he's gone. rin responds with of course, and promises to become best in japan while sae goes onto become best in the world.

from there, we see rins life as he continues to grow up while his brother is in spain for several years. rin is shown to feel a little bit lonely, but keeps his promise of dedicating his entire life to football. not only is he a good team-player, he spends his free time practicing alone because he has full faith in the promise that he made with sae when they were young.

whats noticeable to me is the way rin describes playing without sae as constricting or inconvenient. the sport doesn't quite feel the same without sae around, but rin continues to practice because he values his relationship to his brother.

it's coming directly off of a win that sae returns home and sees rin practicing, and it's here i had a realization about the nature of their relationship and their driving force.

and it's here where i really put together what the actual consequence of saes spain trip was.

but before i get to that, i want to touch on the way bluelock as a series handles the concept of failure and motivation. because there are two seperate instances where a character has some sort of major event happen to them - whether that be a kind of betrayal or a massive failure and that drives their character to improve farther.

the first one being kunigami and his transformation as the hyena. the second and imo - the more important one, the relationship between reo and nagi.

to keep it brief - nagi essentially 'betrays' reo by choosing to go with isagi and separate himself from reo in order to improve. while nagi doesn't entirely understand it as a betrayal (because he still considers reo a close friend) it is indeed a crushing moment for reo - who makes it his goal and his ego to be a player that nagi can play with.

in laymans terms - it's betrayal of a pairing that provides character development and is often used to highlight the intense bonds between two people. to be motivated by someone instead of something can only speak to how much you value that person, and want to play with them, right?

and that's where i want to pick up with rin and sae.

there are so many details about this scene to nitpick. so many things i want to shed light on because i just find it so interesting when i look carefully. sae returns home while rin is practicing on the field, and rin is incredibly excited to see his brother.

but it's obvious both to us as the audience and to rin that sae has changed somehow.

you can just tell that sae looks exhausted, where as rin has the same same expression as he did four years ago.

there are so many things in this panel that i think are worth analyzing. the fact that rin notices that sae has lost weight as a marker of just how much sae has changed. what he's been through.

and more specifically what sae says in order to summarize his experiences in spain.

"turns out the world is huge. there're players way better than me out there. i..i've changed my dream."

now, my understanding of japanese is none so i can't compare this to the raws. but i want to discuss the phrasing here with a little more nuance - specifically, i want to talk about the way sae has phrased the sentence.

you'll notice that sae does not say "my dream has changed". he instead says "i've changed my dream." and i think this is a testament to what happened to him in the fours years he was abroad. sae wants it to seem like its a choice he's made, if only to convince rin that he's fine with it. it's obvious that sae likely experienced whats very common for characters in bluelock - which is the mortifying realization that he was practically nothing in comparison to his peers.

we know what the means for sae as individual, in that he was deeply discouraged by what he understood as reality. but what does that mean for sae as an older brother? particularly an older brother who dotes on his younger brother.

rin is very against the idea of sae playing as a midfielder, and tells sae to his face that he doesn't want to see sae like this. he recognizes that saes change is actually stemming from a sense of defeat, and is against the idea of sae giving up his dream. and you can see in saes expression that he's saddened at rins reaction - thought he might've predicted it to some extent.

he's insistent on the fact rin doesn't understand, but hearing rin say "you're not the same brother i shared a dream with...!" causes the façade to crack momentarily. in the minute that sae is covered in shadow, we see his approach to rin changing.

and i think it's here i realized what the sudden attitude change was about.

sae goes onto to challenge rin to a one on one duel. he tells rin, that if you're able to win against me here then ill continue to believe in that dream. he absolutely crushes rin in the match, and when that match is over - rin finally confesses it outright.

its this moment where it all finally clicked for me that saes response here was entirely intentional. and the reason i know that to be true, and that the way he talks to rin here is insincere is because of the way he hesitates.

we get an entire panel where sae simply stares at rin and is silent. this isn't a gut reaction. we intentionally get to see the briefest moment where sae is hesitating to say all of this cruel shit to rin. because he knows rin will never stop idolizing sae or hoping for that dream.

and you'll notice the way he's using this moment to drill something in rins head for later on. he says something explicitly i want to talk to about

"don't use me as your reason to play football ever again."

its this moment that confirms it for me. this, on top of the fact we don't get to see saes expression when he says the last part. he's turned away from rin entirely - when he had been facing rin for most of this conversation.

that's the thing, though. sae to some extent, is familiar with the cruelty that soccer on the international level has to offer. in the early part of the manga, you see him have a similar reaction to bluelock and egoism as a concept. sae is intrigued by it and supports its core tenets to some extent, because he's seen professional soccer at its most brutal.

when you think about it, what reason does sae have to be so intentionally cruel to rin about not wanting to play football? if he was really so indifferent to rin, what reason would there be to crush him to that extent? wouldn't the appropriate response be just that, indifference?

sae's disposition is never naturally cruel. but his whims and feelings adjust based on input. he plays soccer and thinks very heavily about his moves. so if his experiences is telling him that he is no longer fit to be a striker, then what does that make of the promise he made to the younger brother he adored.

all of that to say, i think sae wants rin to become a striker and wants to continue playing soccer with rin. but he believes that if rin remains attached to him the way he is - he will never reach his full potentional. and in order to bring that full potential out - he's willing to be the catalyst and subsequently the villain rins story.

i think all of it, and the intentional salt in the wound is a mechanism for rins development which sae achieves by the end of u20 almost.

#bllk manga spoilers #bluelock manga spoilers #bluelock meta #bllk meta #fang.bllkmeta #fang.meta #aristotle.txt #IVE SPENT TWO HOURS COMPILING THIS IM ASHAMED?#SORRY I JUST HAD LIKE. SUCH AN EPIPHANY ABOUT THESE TWO AND IM LIKE OUT OF MY MIND #LIKE HOLYYYY SHIT YOU KNOW?#I HAD NEVER REALLY PROCESSED THEM BEFORE #BUT WOW. LIKE WOW YOU KNOW

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f1-stuff · 2 months

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Hello <3 This is not exactly going to be a question, but more of a rant, so bear with me.

To say that I'm loving your Charlos escort fic is an understatement, and I've been wanting to send this message before but I was procastinating and, also gathering the courage to re-read the last chapter, because it is so good it almost pains me (in a good way) to read, because I already know the turmoil of feelings I'm going to experience.

Basically, I think I understand why I'm liking this story so much. Of course the tension and the spicy bits that are *chefs kiss* help (a lot) but the way you're portraying Carlos and Charles is what's flooring me. The fact that you're creating an alternative universe, that has zero to do with the reality we know them in, but I can relate every action to (what we think) is their personality is amazing. Especially Carlos, the way you're making him this professional persona, that does his job exceptionally well and only shows his true side a little but, in the end, we know there's more to him, more passion, more dedication, more everything, but he tries to cover it for his own sake, it's just like Carlos and racing in real life: he has this side to him that shows he's strong, tries to be a bit cold and calculating but, in the end, he lets us see how deeply in love he is with racing, how he sold his soul to this sport and just wants to excel at it... but all of it in such an effortless and natural way, that comes so naturally to him, I just can't explain.

And, on the other hand, we have Charles and his chaotic intensity and I don't think I need to say much more: it's him to a T. I'm not implying that he is less complex than Carlos, but he has this pureness to him where he just seems to lay his emotions on a platter for anyone to see. Maybe I'm being a bit naive about him, but i think It's truly beautiful. And the way you're conveying it all in this piece of fiction leaves me a little breathless every chapter.

So sorry for this much complex and probably confusing analysis but, in case you missed it, it's just a huge huge compliment wrapped up in complicated feelings and words ahaha Thank you so much <3

Ahh thank you for such an in depth message 🥹 sorry it took me a minute to respond to this but know that I read it and it gave me so much encouragement to work on the next chapter ❤️

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the characterizations - what I will say about Charles is that we also have the benefit of being in his head to understand how he’s thinking and feeling. But I think that if we stepped into Carlos’ head, we might find…that he isn’t so sure how Charles is really feeling 👀😆

The situation’s definitely a complicated one, what with both of them having signed a contract. Charles is obviously smitten, but from Carlos’ POV, that doesn’t mean he necessarily wants anything beyond this contract…

(I’m over here rubbing my hands together like an evil mastermind bc I have this whole concept of what Carlos is thinking throughout this fic that no one else knows 🤭 But maybe once the whole thing’s posted, if there’s still questions, I could share my thoughts on his POV)

#thank you for sharing with me!!#anon #ask #rpf

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the-cheapskateler-show · 6 months

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“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a very important message…”

((Everything beyond this point is out of character!!))

Hello everyone, Cheapmod here! Many of you reading this probably have not met me, so hello! Nice to meet you! 👋 You can call me Py if you’d like!

Right off the bat, I just want to make sure nobody worries since this post got kinda long. Here’s the gist of it!: Cheap’s blog is going to be continuing! It has not ended, and it won’t be for some time. I want to thank you all for sticking around and giving this blog so much love, and I encourage you to seek out additional askblogs you would enjoy cause there are many out there to love!

Okay with that out of the way, some further context for that and other things I just wanted to take the chance to say while I’m speaking out of character.

First, Im so sorry to anybody who’s been worried about Cheap, the state of this blog or me. I promise, we are both okay and this blog is continuing!

I just took an unanounced break from ALL my projects to focus on approaching art and writing more healthily. I was on break for longer than I thought I might be but I have not stopped thinking of Cheap and all of you out there. I am planning on returning to bring Cheap back to everyone soon! As a heads up, I will be experimenting more with the art style for this blog just to see if I can make things a little more quick and fun for myself!

As for the esteemed host of the show, Cheap is doing just fine! Nothing has happened to him since the last update. I would like to note that the real life passage of time will not always affect him. I will need to take breaks like this every now and then for my own sake and other priorities. If that happens, we will generally pick up right where we left off! I’ve also got many fun and interesting things planned for this blog, so I couldn’t possibly stay away for too long!

Now for something very important…you guys!!

I cannot thank you all enough for the incredible reception Cheap has recieved!! It means so much more to me than I can possibly express in words and seeing every last bit of it has really warmed my heart 🥺 Thats why its very important that I come back and make sure all the wonderful questions, comments and compliments you’ve sent in are responded to and addressed in time!!

As WELL I am so delighted that I have been seeing some incredible pieces of fanart from you guys!!!! I REALLY want to thank you each individually as i have been doing so far!! The reason I haven’t said anything yet about any fanart is because I want to give each one the dedicated attention it deserves!!! And that will be coming soon and coming first with the continuation of the little intermission we started on for giving these works a highlight!

All fanmade creations will be tagged as: #viewer-art-showcase! and I encourage everyone to check out the pieces there and especially the artists behind them!! I will be providing a link to this tag for easy access in blog description soon after this post goes up.

Another thing I’d like to mention before I wrap up here is I am posting this on an significant day for Cheap! On this day, Nov. 26th 11 years ago, I started Cheap’s first blog! With some hiatuses and pauses in-between, Cheap will have been around for 11 years. I can hardly believe it! I’m very happy to be running his blog again with this little revival here and Im so happy I made a character who has had a chance to develop so much and endured as one of my favorite OCs. It is in large part thanks to all the support and attention he’s received through all these years across all his blogs that I bring him to you all today and im so grateful to all new and longterm fans. I hope you will all continue to enjoy Cheap’s shenanigans as much as I do! Thank you!!

Lastly, I just want to encourage everyone reading this to check out ANY of the other ask-blogs that Cheap interacts with on here! I realized its not very easy to visit these blogs due to the way i’m answering asks with screenshots, so I will go back and provide @ mentions and links to previous posts.

But better yet, there are SO many awesome askblogs out there to discover well outside his blog so make sure you don’t miss them!! A great place to check out is the #lerkimpails tag for new and returning askblogs! If there are any other newer specific tags for askblogs in use that you know of, feel free to drop those in the replies of this post-im still a bit of a fandom oldie here… heh heh.

There are so many creative askblogs out there to discover and meet and they can all always use more attention and asks. This fandom and even this little corner of it are what they are because of the collective efforts of everyone on this platform inspiring and supporting one another, so be sure to make others feel welcome and appreciated and just go enjoy what they have to offer!!

Thank you everyone for reading this far! I mostly want to leave the hosting on this blog to Cheap, so there wont be many OOC posts like this, unless theres anything i really gotta clarify. Still, you will find me around in the tags now and then for sure. 🦋✨

We will get this show a-rolling again real soon! Hope to see you all then!

Cheapmod-Py

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caramelstarlight · 11 months

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Hello! First time requesting on your blog so I hope I do it right.

Could I request Zhongli with an s/o who's a sea demon? The two were originally enemies because of reader's immensely powerful control over water and the two would fight for the silliest reasons. But after a bunch of fights, Zhongli began to fall for and eventually they got married but hid their relationship from the public.

People still believed that the two hate each other, so imagine their shocked faces when Zhongli and reader meet up and start kissing while calling each other pet names.

I lost my energy to post the past days so… yes ✅/⭐️.

Love me some gods :) first archon request wooo!!!!!

Gonna make this so we call him by Morax just bc I feel like we would say that until or when In liyue harbor.)

Lovers Hidden in Plain Sight

Zhongli x sea demon reader

Fluff / Angst ~ Hehehhehe…. :D (idk how old yanfei is so she isn’t included, some adepti aren’t included as well. Shenhe and yaoyao aren’t here either)

(SeaGazer and Skybracer are dead, but not in this. Skybracer was the one in lantern rite 1.3 running in the sky and SeaGazer was the bird in 3.4, or well modeled after the bird lantern.)

“Morax!” You said as you saw him eat a bit of your sandwich. Slightly angered at him as he opened his eyes and looked at you.

“Sorry Y/N I was hungry.” He replied as you came closer. You scoffed at him and hit him lightly. The adepti watched you and Zhongli at the picnic.

Xiao was with Ganyu and the other yakshas Seemingly interested by cloud retainer and mountain shaper. The birds entertained the them.

Madam ping and moon carver focused on the wellbeing of the picnic and little gathering. With gouba helping out with them.

You looked at Zhongli with anger. Trying to get your desired sandwich back to which he responded by handing it over and splitting it into two.

You were shocked and take the half he gave you. Staying silent as the kids came up to you. Also wanted some of your sandwich. You gave them the half Zhongli gave you as they all took pieces.

Zhongli noticed this and gouba gave him more food. Handing a full sandwich to you and ate his. SeaGazer and Skybracer focused on keeping everyone safe. Watching from afar to make sure no one would bother the group and ruin the gathering.

The event was enjoyful and would have many more to come in the future. Except the archon war… ending the lives of some of the adepti. Effectively protecting liyue and dieing in honor. -_-_-_-_

Many moons have since passed since the dreadful war. Many thoughts still clouded your mind of the images of fallen soldiers and adepti. You shaked your head clearing it out of the memories. Making your way to one of the restaurants you had a reservation for.

Seeing as Zhongli was waiting for you. Both of you went inside and enjoyed your lunch. Going out and playfully fighting. Many were puzzled. Weren’t you and Morax enemies? Staying close to Zhongli on a bench you kissed and called him a pet name with him doing the same back.

Many were confused as you got bombarded with questions. Answering as many as you could before rushing off somewhere with him. “Too much people for my liking it was like a crowd.” You said as you arrived to the spot.

“It’s understandable. Would you like some tea and to go take a stroll?” “Yeah! We can go tomorrow.” You said with a smile and dangled your feet. “Why are you so dedicated to hiding your archon form?” Asking him in a whisper. “Well they think I died remember?” “I wasnt there.”

“Oh.” You both said to eachother and laughed. Looking at the view ahead of you both. Watching the cranes fly and animals move around was relaxing.

#genshin impact #liyue harbor #liyue #morax x you #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #Geo #zhongli fluff #zhongli fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin impact liyue #genshin liyue

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missmouse43 · 4 months

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Still batshit insane to me that the raciest “sex scene” or hookup scene whatever you want to call it in OBX is between Sarah and Topper and the second raciest is also Sarah and topper when they make out in season 3 and then you have Sarah and John B fade to black and Kie and pope fade to black I swear if we don’t get a jiara love scene in season 4 that is more than what that cringe ass pope and Kie scene was I will break my tv like bring this level back https://x.com/jiaraobsessed/status/1750622214863344117?s=46&t=3pVP4qJcqGhmh_sHRUkcSA

Sorry this took me a minute to respond! But I get it anon. Believe me, I do. It feels like a big joke at this point that the steamiest love scenes on this show have been between Sarah and Topper of all people 💀

I’ve always been fairly confident that we’ll get something a little spicier for Jiara in s4. But I do think it’ll be more along the lines of what we’ve seen so far. Kissing, lying down, fade to black... That’s what I’m expecting anyway. Tbh I would be happy with just about anything that implies they’re sleeping together, but I completely understand why the expectations are so high to see something with a little more… ahem, heat.

Everyone working on the show is aware of Jiara’s popularity. They know we want to see it. And if they were willing to dedicate that screen time to Kie and Pope (a relationship they had decided was over pretty much before it even began) then I'm optimistic that we're going to get something a lot better for Jiara in s4.

And don't forget after the time jump the pogues are all adults in canon. So maybe pushing the envelope a tiny bit with these characters is more of an option now.

All this to say – break out the candles anon. We’re manifesting this shit!

🕯🕯🕯

#I’m not worrying about it until JJ and/or Kie explicitly state on screen that they’re born again virgins and saving themselves for marriage #jiara #anon ask #laura answers #thank you for coming to chat! my inbox is always open 🥰

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 3 months

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✨✨✨✨✨ANGEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨

Okay hiii ~~ I’m dumping all these thoughts on you so be prepared 🤭

So like I said in my last message, I’ve been a very dark place recently where everything seems like it’s constantly hitting, but after asking for your advice, I took it to heart and really followed if, finding it really did help taking it one tiny step at a time with the simplest things. Life is still throwing every little shit it can find at me, but I’m dealing with it much much better, and I feel like I owe you some thanks to that, so again, I don’t think I can ever tell you how much I appreciate you and enjoy your presence!! I never got to respond to it, but I read your post recently and felt like this was more important to respond first.

Two, I’m so saddened to hear you’re feeling a bit lost about the writing and fandom. I haven’t been on much trying to focus on my self so I don’t know much, but when I do check in every now and then, it does seem… quiet? I hope and think it’ll liven up the closer it comes to June. But regardless of that—

I ADORE YOUR WRITING. Your writing is some of the most thought-provoking, emotional pieces I’ve read, and it truly shows and reflects just how much heart and soul you put into it. I’ll be honest, there’s some times when I can’t read certain fics of yours because I’m not mentally in the right headspace for some, but— to me— it just reflects on how great and impactful your writing is!!! Idk if u remember, and this was when I newly started following you so I was like extra super nervous and shy lol, but the person that requested the jealous Ettore was me. I think I remember sending an anon back and thanking you bc I was impressed and thankful you accepted it, but also I was so shy my hands were shaking the entire time so it was a bit blurry lol. I remember literally fangirling and gushing to my two friends (one who doesn’t even care about Ewan lmao) about how I was so impressed and blown away by it!! Your Ettore series had me hooked (AND IM STILL NOT OVER HOW IT ENDED— I WILL NEVER RECOVER. I will sue you for my emotional damages 🥺)! The Aemond one where after a toxic relationship, the reader tries to escape and he doesn’t let her literally made me want to wallow in the despair. And the Michael Gavey one where I basically wrote an essay of how much I loved it is still one I think about way too much for it to be healthy— plus it’s given me some really crazy dreams 🤭 Those are just my top three! Much to say, I adore your writing. I adore the commitment and dedication you give and feed us. And most importantly, I adore you. Although selfishly I hope you continue, I hope you know no matter what you ever decide to do, I’ll always support and follow. I am a la loyal after all 🤭😂

In all seriousness, I hope life is treating you well, and i hope you’re being kind to yourself. I’m sending all my love and support!! Please stay safe and healthy. Much much much love to you, Ange 🩶🩶🩶

-Hannah Montana anon.

Post Scriptum:: this was insanely long and completely manic-produced, I am so so sorry !! ✨

I am so glad that my advice has helped a little and things are starting to improve for you. I hope they continue to get better!

I had no idea your were my jealous Ettore anon! I had so much fun writing that, thank you for sending it! And thank you for the kind words, they truly mean a lot. You have never been anything but kind and supportive to me, and I hope you realise how appreciated it is!

I've no plans to deactivate this blog. I enjoy reading other people's fics, and looking at all the pretty gifs. I just need to do something for myself that makes me feel better about my own creative output. I've no idea what that is yet, but I will figure it out!

Thank you for taking the time to check in. I hope the rest of your week is a good one. Sending so much love to you! xoxo

#asked and answered #hannah montana anon

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title: Sand into Silver summary: "You know, I didn't mind at all. Not having a ring." Sasuke didn't either. Not until now. SasuSaku. Set in Sasuke Retsuden (light novel spin-off). Oneshot. notes: Contains spoilers for Sasuke Retsuden. Reading this light novel in Japanese (been studying the language for the past 6 years), so I have to do rough translations of the relevant dialogues (there's 4 of them in italics). Also, I lost access to my main account viasatellite (still waiting for tumblr support to get back to me). :/

and HAPPY SASUSAKU MONTH!! for ssmonth22 prompt “Confession"

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Uchiha Sasuke has never been a man of words. He does things the way he knows how, his reasoning very much personal, and even when questioned, finds it a waste of time to explain himself.

He doesn't need to, he reasons. Not when his actions speak for themselves. And they don't lie; he doesn't hide. Over the years of being married to Sakura, he has learned how not to. She deserves nothing less than the real him, after all.

Sakura is his wife, his family, and all the missions, the distance, and absence in their wake won't ever change that.

"Yeah, but still, you're married so you should always be together."

He stares ahead, recalling Jiji's words. He thought of explaining, of dwelling on the subject for a little longer and presenting his counter-argument. Sakura is his wife, and will always be his family, and under the same sky, they're together.

He didn't.

But as if to contradict himself more than Jiji, he gives in to the feeling that has been boiling inside ever since that conversation. He has yet to put a name to it.

So he takes Sakura's hand, touches her bare finger, and with chakra, forms sand into silver.

"There. Now you have a ring," he says tersely before letting go.

It's his response, albeit late, to Jiji and his insistence on the importance of proximity and proof of bond.

"Don't you wear wedding rings in your country?"

But they're Sasuke and Sakura, and what they share is beyond those. It has never been about being visible.

Sasuke starts walking ahead, not wanting to linger on how his wife is now admiring her hand with the silver band and a beautiful ruby on top of it, glinting in the moonlight.

They are, after all, together here for a mission, and that comes first as their priority. Not him wanting to prove anything to anyone, not him feeling —

"Are you jealous?" Sakura asks, and even without turning to look at her face, he knows that tone.

"No," he answers, continuing ahead.

"What if someone like me took her away from you?"

Sakura has had thousands of patients, and Jiji is just one of them. It can't be the first time that someone has admired her for her kindness and dedication to her work. Jiji probably only admires her a bit…differently.

But Sakura will never be taken away. Sasuke knows that and trusts that to be true. There's no reason to be jealous. He can't be.

Sakura catches up to him.

"Sasuke-kun…!" she hums as she stops by his side, looking at him, a twinkle in her eyes.

Sasuke pauses and faces her. "I'm not jealous."

She smiles some more. Then, it occurs to him. Sakura never hides anything. Between the two of them, it's he who has more reasons to hide.

She stretches her hand out against the moonlight once more, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

"You know, I didn't mind at all. Not having a ring."

"I didn't think we'd need —"

"But this is so beautiful! Thank you…I'm so happy," she sighs, resting her head lightly against his shoulder.

He smiles to himself. "I should've gotten you one before."

"I didn't think it was important. And I like it more this way," she responds happily, still admiring her ring.

It's the little things that he misses the most when he's away from her for long periods of time. Like the scent of her hair: a reminder that someone awaits his return, that he is dearly loved, and most of all, a reminder of everything he needs to protect.

"Sakura."

She looks up.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

Alarmed, she steps away to get a better look on his face. "What for?"

Sakura is his wife, and nothing will change that. But he now wonders if it's okay, if she views physical distance with the same nonchalance that he does, a logical necessity for their line of work. And if she's okay.

A part of him wants to ask if she ever gets tired of welcoming him home only to let him go so soon again.

"For having to leave you each time, for all those years."

She heaves a sigh, and he detects a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"You are my husband," she starts, stepping closer to Sasuke.

She holds out the hand with the ring he made for her and touches his cheek.

"And nothing will change that," she continues, smiling ever so warmly, her thumb caressing his skin.

He leans into her touch, closing his eyes briefly, the gentle contrast between the warmth of her skin and the metal coldness of the ring reminding him of their bond. He is married to this wonderful woman, to his Sakura.

He turns his face, pressing a soft kiss into her palm. He opens his eyes and smirks when he sees her blushing furiously. She pulls her hand back and turns the other way, folding her arms as if to hide the hand now in heat.

In a huff she complains, "Doesn't mean I don't miss you every time though!"

And in one motion, he's there behind her, his arms around her waist, his face next to her ear. He feels her tensed up for a moment before slowly relaxing into his embrace.

He relishes the softness of her hair, breathing her in.

"I'm glad you're here, Sakura."

She hums in response.

And all thoughts of the mission forgotten for a moment, he slides down to her neck.

"You're right. I was jealous," he rasps.

He feels her shiver. "And I can give you more than a ring…"

He places a firm kiss on the side of her neck, his lips tracing up to the back of her ear, down her jawline, never getting enough.

"Sasuke-ku —"

"…to show just how much."

He spins her, claiming her lips, intent on showing and making his actions speak for themselves.

His hands all over her.

It's been a while.

…

Fin.

(almost went from fluff to smut real quick. O.O)

#sasusaku #ss fic #ssmonth2022 #sasusaku fic #sasuke retsuden #my writing

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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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SHAKES UR HAND PRISMO !!!

together we can convince the bee tumblr community to become as obsessed with it as us

ALSO DAMNNN DEDICATED /POS

on a side note-

hold up

on a side side note: i get so distracted in these asks bee omfg im so sorry, i feel like my high energy can get too much sometimes KFDSJKDF pls let me know if u need me to turn it down a notch, i just get excited whenever i talk about fics soo aksdfjkSKJDF

anyways on the original side note: talking about the bee tumblr community just made me think about it, it really does feel like a sort of family <3 i love seeing all the random updates from the different anons here and getting to connect to you and to each other, it feels much more wholesome and secure than places like twt LMFAOO but idk it's just nice <3

i had tumblr for awhile but i never used it until i started reading the asks here, and it took me awhile to join in bc i felt intimidated skfdkjsd which is ironic bc yknow i could always go anon? but idk it just felt like everyone had their groove going and i didn't want to intrude, but i joined and i never felt that way

anyways oops this got long (as it always does kjfsdkj), but i just wanted to say that i appreciate you bee <3 for letting us anons n non anons ramble in ur ask box and analyze ur fics and/or just straight up scream noncoherent things

this has been a bright spot in my life lately and it's really special to me <333 and ur genuinely like . one of the kindest authors i've met, but you also have such a good sense of your boundaries n stuff, i admire you really. ur super cool

and also to all the other sillies in bee's asks, i appreciate u guys too <3 ur all super cool people, and i love hearing what you have to say :)) it's genuinely really nice and comforting to be a part of this community <33

lol no you're fine icy!! while it can be a Lot it always makes me laugh whenever I post a chapter of something that has sandduo in it and my inbox just fills with you screaming. it makes me so happy to know how excited my fics make you and the others though so :D

the thing you said about the tumblr community we have here is so sweet though and it's more right than I think even I realized initially. it's really nice when I see regular askers/anons pop up in my inbox and get to catch up on tiny parts of your lives and then in turn you guys talk to each other—it's just so sweet y'know? the thing I really love about having such an active inbox especially with asks about my fics is that it's a lot easier for me to respond to tumblr asks than ao3 comments. I rarely reply to ao3 comments because it's really just overwhelming and then I'm like "well if I respond to one person I feel bad about not responding to everyone else" but sometimes I just don't know what to say or there's just too many comments y'know? I LOVE my ao3 comments they mean so much to me but it's really nice to have people come into my inbox here to tell me their thoughts on my chapters bc it gives me a chance to reply with my own thoughts in a way that feels a lot more like a discussion I guess

so yeah. thank you guys for coming into my inbox to give me your thoughts it seriously makes me so happy and is definitely part of the reason why I have so much motivation to post so much.

also I'm really glad you decided to start popping in here one day icy you're very fun to have around :)

one thing I've always been very aware of since getting 'big' in this fandom is how to maintain things like boundaries while still connecting with the community and my readers specifically. because I wanna talk to you guys and I love interacting with you and all that, but also sometimes people in fandom who get 'big' can be a bit strange to others or get way too involved with discourse and just stir the pot and to each their own do fandom how you want but I don't wanna do that y'know. I'm here to have a good time and I want this little community we've built to also just be a nice, welcoming place for everyone

thank you for this icy it really made me smile to read <3

#ask #icyfox17

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harocat · 5 months

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First of all, how are you? Yes, the main question honestly. I hope you had a nice New Year celebration. Yet another question, If this is a propriate one, how did your journey in watching figure skating begin? Sorry for the curiosity, I’m just wondering how something passionate started.

And thank you.

I could say a million, million words and not be able to wrap them into the level of gratitude I feel towards the existence of your blog. I started, of course, with Yuuri (I love so much how good of a person he remains, despite all the hardships he encounters, so many significant details, but that's what Yuuri is all about: what you can't put into words, he always chooses action over expression which requires more attention, it's beyond me how many people can simply overlook that, and I think I could talk about it for a very long time), then I clung to all the clear and wonderful ideas about figure skating (special thank you for my sweet meow meow Wakaba Higuchi and dearest Satoko Miyahara), but beyond that I just felt comfortable staying here. I know this may sound awkward and perhaps too personal, but I really hope it doesn't unsettle you. The last little while has been hard for me (it's been going on longer than I realized) and it was good to know that I could go somewhere where I don't have to be afraid, where it would be safe to sit and just quietly think. Your perspective somehow softens my heart, sometimes it's hard for me to explain. I write in no way with the thought of burdening you, but with pure benevolence. I really hope that you know that we appreciate you very much. Thank you so much for your patience and dedication and lightness and seriousness. You don't have to read or respond to any of my words (only if you want to), I just hope you are well, and you are in good health. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, all the best, and peace of heart and soul.

Thank you for the lovely message. I'm really sorry it took me a while to reply. This was so sweet and I'm so glad my blog has been a place where you feel welcome and relieved. Seriously I almost teared up a bit reading this. And I hope things look up for you soon.

(Also your words about Yuuri are so nice. He really is the best boy ever.)

I hope you also had a great holiday season. Mine was nice. I went to a con over the weekend of NY, which was a new experience. I got a pair of roller skates which I haven't had a chance to try out yet because it's been too wet out. I could go to the skating rink, but I haven't roller skated since I was a teenager so I'd rather put them on the first time somewhere where no one will see me ahaha.

I got into skating when I was really young. I have vague memories of watching the whole Tonya Harding debacle play out, which definitely got me interested. I remember watching the Olympics that year on the tv in our basement. I only watched the women. Ladies has always been my favorite discipline. At the very beginning it was the only one I watched!

The next year my older brother gave me a poster of baby Michelle Kwan from his Sports Illustrated for Kids. I thought she looked super cool, because she was so young herself, so I started watching her competitions. The rest is basically history. I somehow became totally obsessed with her and it developed into a childhood hyper fixation. I recorded all of her competitions and by the early 2000s I had a literal massive box of recorded skating competitions (not just hers). Somewhere it still exists. I remember eventually I started taping over some of the competitions because I didn't want to buy new tapes, but I NEVER taped over one of Michelle's. I watched everything though; every pro competition (RIP cheesy pro comps), every ice show, etc. In the last half of the 90s and early 2000s, there was SO MUCH skating on tv in the US.

I went ice skating for the first time in when I was in elementary school, and my mom signed me up for lessons. I never completed the lessons because I stepped on the ice and within two minutes, I attempted a spin and broke my ankle. Kids are dumb. Once I was healed I did go back on the ice, and I skated a lot until high school. I did take lessons, but I was never super serious about it. I'd love to take it up again, but because of my ankles (ironically enough), I'd need to buy more expensive skates and I just haven't felt like investing in it. Hopefully the roller skates are a step toward that.

Michelle was such a constant in my childhood, because her career was quite long, that she really did leave an indelible mark on me. After she retired I kind of flitted in and out of the sport for some years. There were a couple skaters I pretty consistently followed, and some seasons I watched more competitions than others. So I was always a big fan, but sometimes I was more 'diehard' than other times.

I liked Davis and White and Mirai Nagasu, baby Yuzuru really caught my eye. I loved Tatsuki Machida and Shen/Zhao a lot. And Mao. ❤️

I always stayed up on being knowledgeable about the sport even if I wasn't committed to watching every competition. I've been watching consistently again since shortly after Sochi, but tbh until Yuri on Ice happened I didn't really talk about it much? I didn't know many people online who cared about skating, and I was well aware figure skating fandom was very vitriolic, so I pretty much refused to venture into it. I just watched it.

When YOI happened more of my regular online friends, people I followed, etc. started posting about skating so I started sharing my opinions more online as well. Also it was nice to come into a fandom already having knowledge about the subject matter ahahaha. That was new! TBH before YOI, in my head I'd plotted a figure skating AU for most of my fandoms. Now the AU was canon.

#haro talks #arahnaet

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 2 years

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Hi how are you? c: I'm glad if you see my message, there's no rush if you don't want to answer

I have some points to tell you:

First of all I come to tell you that you are a magnificent writer, you capture with excellent precision the feelings, the thoughts of the characters, I also thank you for taking the time to make each chapter with so much dedication and effort that is reflected, giving your readers a chapter to shout , cry, wherever we are reading, take the time you need to make the chapter, we are going to wait the necessary time, do not lose that shine that has characterized you and that has fascinated us for your magic when transmitting each description the situations that have arisen leaving us with the intrigue each chapter

Second I have an idea, I don't know if you're going to accept it for sure, but it's worth trying… well in the next installment you'll see in the sequel in dōnus riñus (sweet girl) I was wondering if we're going to see Daemon with short hair like in the series or when reader is pregnant and sees that change of look she is horny due to hormones, she would not know what to do, no matter what the plot is, the truth is that I have not stopped thinking about it and I needed to tell you in a way or another this idea, besides I think I needed more chapters in the series with that change of look because it was too hot, more than it is, I don't know what you think in that aspect

Third, are we going to see Reader later finding out about the adventure that her sister had with Ser Criston in her youth? Because poor Raeder doesn't know most of the little gossip about her family that was about 10 years ago, and she wants to know How did it happen and they don't give you an answer to that

Fourth I hope you have a nice weekend and start of the week, that all your loved ones are well, and that you are doing well in your life

Sorry if I wrote something wrong, English is not my second language, but I'm trying, and I can't wait for chapter 12 uwu 7u7

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Thank you so so much for this lovely comment, I'm so grateful that you have enjoyed my writing! It's been so unbelievably amazing reading all this great feedback and seeing people respond so kindly to this grotty little smut-verse I've blurted out onto your screens lol. I am really close to finishing off the chapter, just tightening up some dialogue and really trying to nail the smut so that it's a good ending to the instalment (but not the series, more is coming!).

I don't have any major plans to lop his hair off, though I was really into it in Episode 4 lol (though admittedly I don't know if it was the hair or the fucked-up behaviour he was exuding that drew me in more); I had a little thought that maybe he ties all his hair back and that really does it for horny Reader lol. I may end up going back and writing a prequel-prequel fic when Reader is a child and make reference to his shorter hair (I know it's squicky, but god help me I really like the idea of reinforcing the uncomfortableness of this pairing by reminding everyone that at one point in time Reader was his baby niece, not just a hot young lady lol).

I think Reader's gonna have to find out about Criston and Rhaenyra, especially as Criston's behaviour towards her gets weirder and weirder; it might serve to contextualise some of her confusion about why in the hell Criston is so strangely protective of her (I have this headcanon that Criston took his role as Reader's shield a little too seriously, and conflated all his hero worship of Rhaenyra into protecting this perfect little princess who turns out to be just like any normal non-godly woman when she demonstrates she's into getting dicked down lol).

Thank you so much for the well-wishes; I'm having a bit of a hard time personally right now, and all this is the BEST most AMAZING escape from my shitty life, so thank you to everyone! Hopefully, Chapter 12 will be out soon!

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killerlookz · 2 years

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Patrick Bateman with an S/O/crush whos really into music and who makes art. Like he obsesses over their art and what music they like. He always tries to buy their art and is all yandere over them.Wkjsddj sorry if this is oddly specific i am just THIRSTING over this man rn 😩

ahhh okay i like this concept hahaha, im not really sure how obsessive you want bateman to be here so i hope that i do it justice. also sorry that this is . a little long... and it takes a little while to get into deep discussions about music/art.

a/n: this fic is part of a 2 part series now! click here for part 2 <3 (when ur done with this one duh)

Art Gallery

pairing: patrick bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, sort of implied sex, implied murder

word count: 3,698

You could recall how you met Patrick Bateman as if it was only yesterday. How he caught your eye from across a crowded room, and the peculiar feeling he gave you as the two of you chatted during the evening. You were almost certain that right there was some sort of... spark if that even was the right word for it but you never could have imagined what it would lead to.

The day you met him wasn't just another normal day, it was somewhat of a special occasion. It was the first time ever that your art would be placed in a real, high brow, gallery. A friend of a friend was able to secure you a spot at some fancy art gallery that was opening on the Upper East Side. You knew how rich people and art went hand and hand, and how they would fawn over even just a blank canvass, boasting to each other about how they "really got the meaning of it". You were assured that anyone who cared any bit about their social status in Manhattan would be at that gallery opening and it was going to be The Place to be that night. You knew very well that this could be your big break, and maybe you could finally quit your god-awful retail job and pursue art full time. You could remember the anxiety and excitement that bubbled within you as you got ready to go to the gallery's grand opening.

It was a great feeling when you got to your exhibition, to see some of your favorite works being displayed on the gallery wall, just like you had been dreaming about. Your hard work and dedication had never paid off just this much before. It was something you had only ever dreamed about before, members of New York's finest circles gathered around your exhibition discussing your art, observing its intricacies. Of course, you knew that maybe on some level their intrigue was superficial, but so was everything with these yuppie types.

"What does it mean?" asked a woman in front of you, petite, blonde, a pretty looking girl, dressed head-to-toe in designer fashion.

"What does what mean?" you asked, not sure what exactly she was referring to,

"That big one, there," she replied, gesturing towards one of the paintings on the wall.

"Oh well, that one's-"

"Wait. Wait. No don't tell me!" she cut you off. You nodded hid your confusion with a polite smile. She began to wave somebody over, a gloved hand flailing at someone across the room. You looked around to see who she was gesturing to until you locked eyes with who you supposed she was calling over. A tall, sharply dressed man, wearing thin, round-rimmed glasses, who you had to admit was very attractive. He was so much so that you felt yourself get a little flustered when the two of you made eye contact from across the room. He began to walk over.

"Oh, honey- Oh! I mean- sorry, Patrick, Isn't this one wonderful?" The woman said to the man when he finally made his way over to the two of you. He took a moment to look at the painting on the wall, the one she had gestured to earlier, and then averted his gaze to you, where you gave a small smile in response.

"Yes, Evelyn. Quite remarkable." He responded in short, dry, expressions, placing his hand lightly on the woman's shoulder, but not taking his eyes off of you.

"Thank you." you smiled at the two of them. But the woman, who you supposed name was Evelyn had already turned her attention somewhere else in the gallery.

"Hi, Pat Bateman." said the man with a friendly smile. Almost too friendly it had caught you off guard.

"Y/n," you replied back.

"Don't you have a last name, y/n?"

"Y/L/N"

He didn't respond, instead, he turned his attention back to the gallery wall behind you. Analyzing the works that hung from it. He seemed intrigued by all of the facets of your work.

"You definitely have a talent. That's hard to come by these days." he nodded as he continued to study the art on the wall.

"Thank you mister...Bateman." His complement seemed quite genuine which filled you with a great amount of joy.

"Say," he took off his glasses "How much to buy one of your pieces?" he asked. "That one, in the middle there, actually." he pointed

"Oh uh-"

"How's two thousand? Is that enough?" The large figure caught you by surprise, you swallowed, hard, and tried to figure out the proper way to respond to such a proposal.

"Well, mister Bateman I'm flattered by your offer, genuinely, but, my exhibition is up until the end of next month so I can't really accept it right now," you answered, more than mildly disappointed that you had to reject his offer.

"Never mind that." he responded quickly, "Do you have any other pieces, outside of the gallery?"

"Plenty."

"How about one of those, are those for sale?"

"Of course, yeah."

"Great! I'll write you a check. two thousand right?" he put his glasses back on and began to take a checkbook out of the inner pocket of his suit.

"Wouldn't you like to see one first?" you asked, nervously as he began writing out the check. Still wildly surprised at the proposal of such a high amount.

"Surprise me," he responded with a wide smile, tearing a page out of the checkbook and handing it to you.

"Wow. Um- thank you so much." You looked down at the check in his hand, almost ready to faint over seeing the number in writing.

"Here's my card." he handed you a small, white, piece of paper, "Call me." he paused and smirked for a second, "when uh... you, pick something out. And I'll- my secretary will let you know where to send it to"

"Will do." you reached out to grab the card from his hand, your hands touching for a moment as you took it from him, flustering you again.

"It was nice meeting you Y/N... Maybe I'll see you again." He smiled and held his hand up as to wave goodbye.

"Nice meeting you too Mr. Bateman, thank you for uh... your interest."

"Of course, and please, call me Patrick."

Just over a week after your first meeting is when you'd see Patrick again. You had mailed him something a few days after the gallery opening, and he liked it so much he asked you to stop by his apartment later in the week so he could buy another piece- something black and white he insisted. Your anxiety was high that night, and you did yourself up to the nines even just for what you thought, was just a simple sale. Nevertheless, despite your calculated effort into your appearance and composure that night- the last thing that you suspected was that the two of you would end up hooking up.

But still, it happened, one moment he was lecturing you on not selling yourself short when you suggested that 8 thousand dollars was 'too much' for your art, and the next you were in his bed.

And it happened, again, and again, and again over the coming weeks. Your visits to him becoming more, and more regular. You couldn't help but feel a little bad about the whole situation, as you had come to learn that the woman who he had been with at the gallery, Evelyn, was his fiancé, but, your excitement over the whole thing really drowned out any of your guilt. By the sixth or maybe the seventh time you had come over to his place you had developed quite a crush on Patrick. You weren't sure if he felt the same, but you enjoyed his company and his conversation.

The two of you would talk for hours, about art, and music, he seemed especially into your interests, constantly pushing you to tell him more about yourself. He'd even taken you out to dinner on occasion, nice places, places where you felt sick looking at the bill because it was so fucking expensive. "Do you always treat the people you have affairs with so well?" you'd tease and he'd give you a hearty chuckle in response, purposefully avoiding the question. Though, you had to admit he had some strange almost- hollowness to him, like he wasn't ever truly one hundred present, but you had chalked it up to it maybe just being nerves from sneaking behind his fiancés back.

After over a month of 'seeing' him, Patrick had informed you that he had broken things off with Evelyn, which gave you quite a shock. You didn't know much about her, but after your initial excitement over the news and the fact of Patrick now being single, you began to feel quite shitty about the whole thing. You wondered if you had contributed to his decision to end things with her and if he'd do the same to you if the two of you ever got together. You could only imagine the heartbreak it caused her, and how canceling an engagement must've turned her world upside down.

But you were able to easily console yourself with another night with Patrick. And, it wasn't like you made Patrick break up with Evelyn, if he really wanted to be with her, he would have stayed.

You continued seeing Patrick in the coming weeks after his breakup with Evelyn, present day it had probably been two months since the two of you initially met, and things seemed to be getting pretty serious.

You sat on your bed, pulling the corded phone they sat on your nightstand into your lap. You smiled as you dialed on the keys and lifted it up to your ear.

"Patrick Bateman's office, how may I help you?" said the voice of a lady on the other end.

"Hi Jean, it's y/n, is Patrick there?"

"Yeah, he just got in, do you want me to put you through to him?" You found it rather peculiar that it was almost noon and Patrick had only just gotten into work, but you figured he maybe just had other things to do this morning.

"Yes please." you waited a moment as your call was being transferred.

"Hello?" said another voice.

"Patrick," you exclaimed, rather sweetly as you twirled the phone cord with a smile on your face.

"Hi dear, good morning." he greeted.

"Good morning, Patrick,"

"What are you doing today sweetheart?"

"Well," you sighed, "I think I'm going to... go to lunch when I get off the phone, and, then go to downtown, to Tower Records, because the new New Order single came out today and I... want to get it on cassette."

"Lunch? With who?" he asked, quite abruptly,

"Myself."

"Where?"

"Deck Chairs maybe- I think. No no no, Pastels. It's an easier trip."

"Very nice," he commented. "And...New Order... right... they're um..." he trailed off a little

"They're the ones who sing Bizarre Love Triangle, you know, 'every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray, I'm waiting for that final moment..." you began to sing.

"Yes! New Order!" he said, "We uh- we danced to that one, together, at Tunnel if I'm not mistaken."

"Oh!" you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought for a moment, suddenly remembering that night he had taken you to a nightclub with some of his coworkers. Memories of brightly flashing lights, a humid dance floor, and Patrick's hands on your waist briefly came to mind, "yes, we did." you answered, flattered by his memory of the night. "You've got a great memory."

"Only about things that are important to me" he responded matter-of-factly. You smirked a little at his response and the implication that you were indeed important to him.

"Jean said that you just got in, it's kind of late, what were you up to this morning?"

"You know- I actually had some errands to run this morning- I wanted to hang up the rest of your paintings I bought from the gallery so I had to... buy some frames... and... nails... and stuff."

"Really?" you asked excitedly, he obviously couldn't see but, you smiled wide at his explanation, the thought of Patrick's walls being full of your work, something that you created made you immeasurably happy.

"Yes- pumpkin, really," he assured. "You're very talented, you know that? What a great thing I own my apartment so I can put as many holes in the walls as I want for frames. Your art is just- it's something different, it's special, just absolutely spectacular. It's worth even more than the David Onica I have in my apartment

"Oh I wouldn't go that far Patrick," you responded coyly,

"I really have no reason not to go so far." he said before changing the topic of conversation, "Have you heard the new Echo & the Bunnymen album?" he asked. "I know you've ah- mentioned them before."

"Yes- actually, I have." You responded enthusiastically, surprised he even asked about it considering you knew that new wave was not his usual style of music.

"Great stuff, huh?"

"mmhm"

"Lips like Sugar is truly a masterpiece. The dreamy atmosphere that the song creates really adds to the romance of the lyrics and creates an instant classic."

"I love that one, I'm glad we agree." you said before the conversation went silent in content for a couple of moments before Patrick spoke up again,

"Are you, going to go soon?"

"Yeah... I don't want to get to Pastels too late"

"Alright then, I'll call you later, okay? When I get home from work?"

"Sounds good, Patrick."

"Okay dear, I'll talk to you later, goodbye."

"Bye Patrick," you said as the other end of the phone went dead. You sighed as you placed the phone back on the receiver.

About forty five minutes later you found yourself at Pastels, an appropriately named restaurant for its well, pastel-colored décor. No matter where you looked you were surrounded by baby pinks, and soft, light greens. You can vaguely remember one of Patrick's colleagues complaining that it didn't have a 'good bathroom to do coke in' but, that wasn't exactly a deal-breaker for you in terms of restaurants.

The restaurant wasn't exactly as empty as you had expected it to be and as you walked up to the hostess's booth you worried if you should have made reservations.

"Hi, um... table for, one, please?" You asked the lady standing at the booth. She looked at you for a moment, examining you.

"Are you, perchance, y/n?" she asked. Slightly taken aback at the woman knowing your name you answered hesitantly,

"Err... yea."

"Oh there's a gentleman here, said he was waiting for you." she explained, "He gave the name Bateman."

"Oh." you replied relieved, "then, yeah, I suppose that would be correct." you nodded with a smile.

"Right this way." the woman directed you into the dining room, where eventually you spotted Patrick sitting at one of the tables. "And, right here," she said, gesturing towards the table, "a server will be with you shortly."

"Hi." you greeted thoroughly surprised that he had shown up to eat with you. But of course, you were ever-so-glad to see him. Patrick stood up to greet you, putting one hand on your back and kissing your cheek.

"You look marvelous," he said as the two of you took your seats.

"You too Patrick, you're looking..." you trailed off for a moment as you studied his features, no matter how often you saw him his looks never failed to impress you, "very good as always."

"Oh, you flatter me." he chuckled, "drinks?"

"I really shouldn't, I have to work later." Patrick nodded before waving a waiter over and ordering himself a J&B and a diet Pepsi which you had come to learn were his favorite drinks. The waiter then turned to take your order, and his eyes seemed to pay extra attention to you as you simply ordered a soda for yourself. The waiter's gaze did not go unnoticed by Patrick, who had a notable displeased look on his face as his jaw clenched, tight. As the waiter left Patrick placed a hand on his neck, mildly seething.

"What's wrong honey?" you asked, noticing his distress.

"It's nothing. You should start looking to see what you want." he quickly changed the subject. You nodded at him slowly, uncertain he was telling the truth in his answer. You turned your head down to the menu and examined your options for a moment.

Eventually, the waiter would come by with your drinks, and ask if the two of you would like to hear the specials.

"No. Thank you." Patrick said abruptly. You were a bit taken aback by him declining the offer, and you shot him a strange look in response. Patrick looked back up at the waiter, "We already know what we want."

"Are you sure you don't want to hear the specials?" the waiter turned to ask you with a sly smile on his face. You declined his request with a shake of your head, earning a satisfied grin from Patrick before ordering your food.

"Look, y/n," Patrick started as the waiter walked away, "I know you said that ah, you wanted that new... New Order song. So I- I actually picked it up, on tape, on my way here." Patrick said taking something out of his suit pocket.

"Really?" You smiled, "Oh- Patrick you didn't have to take the time to do that, I know how busy you can be"

"It was nothing, really." he chuckled.

"You're to sweet Bateman," you gushed, "And I mean- coming to eat with me too. I appreciate it really."

"I couldn't let you eat alone, now could I?" he replied with a smug look on his face. "What kind of boyfriend... would I be?" he reached his hand across the table to hold yours. You felt your face get hot at the mention of the word boyfriend, he had never called himself that before, in fact, he'd never even asked you to be with him officially.

"Boyfriend?" you gasped, "You really mean it?"

"Oh, of course, I do sweetheart." he began looking around and eventually made eye contact with the waiter who had come by earlier, staring at him coldly.

Patrick set the cassette tape down on the table with his free hand, and you grabbed it from him. True Faith the title read.

"I can't wait to give it a listen." you smiled. "Patrick, when I was on my taxi over here I Wanna Dance with Somebody was on the radio and you know, it made me think of you."

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning forward.

"Yeah, I mean, you honestly never really struck me as a Whitney Houston kind of guy, but now every time I hear her I think of you."

"All good things, I hope?" he asked jokingly.

"Of course Patrick," you batted your hand at him.

"Speaking of music," Patrick started, "I listened to that Cure album you gave to me the other day..."

"Oh really? What did you think, I know it's a little different from your usual tastes."

"It was wonderful, really." he began to explain, his hands moving as he discussed the songs of the album, "... Hot, Hot, Hot is a fantastic number, it's both sensual and whimsical at the same time, it's a fascinating combination but it is pulled off so well. And, Fight has an absolutely magnificent guitar riff that really drives the song. But I think the album's undisputed masterpiece has to be Just Like Heaven it is upbeat and fun and you really just can't help but dance to it. Robert Smith has a wonderfully unique vocal style, that really brings a whole new level to the music."

Pleasantly surprised at Patrick's enjoyment of the album you recommended, you sat there listening as he explained with a smile on your face and attentive ears.

"It's really, cool you know, that you're so into music... you seem to know everything about everyone, you're like... totally hip Bateman!" you said as he finished speaking.

"Totally hip," he repeated with a satisfied grin on his face.

Your lunch was coming to a close and the waiter, who Patrick had noticed had been looking at you far too many times, and far too long for his taste, came by to take your plates away from you.

"Any coffee or dessert?" he asked as he stopped by the table. Patrick shook his head no. "How about you, any desert for you sweet thing?" he asked turning to you. You couldn't help but cringe at the waiter's painful, and quite honestly disrespectful attempt at flirting.

"No," you said, moving your eyes to Patrick who had a stone-cold look upon his face, glaring forcefully at the waiter.

"Just. Bring us the check." Patrick ordered. The waiter, seeming slightly embarrassed, nodded and left. Patrick sighed before turning back to conversing with you while waiting for the waiter to bring back the check.

He eventually returned, handing the two of you the bill without paying a word and Patrick, clearly distracted and looking elsewhere took out his wallet to pay for the meal. You tried to look for what, exactly, he was looking at but you couldn't pin down anything striking.

"I'll... be right back sweetheart." He said, getting up slowly.

"O- alright." you nodded.

Eventually Patrick came back from wherever he was, the bathroom you supposed. He seemed a little wide eyed, and anxious, but in a slightly better mood than when he left. You looked him up and down as he returned back to the table, noticing something peculiar.

"Patrick... why do you have your gloves on?" You asked.

"I-" he started before cutting himself off and starting again, "I like how they look."

You nodded in response, still finding it slightly strange as it was now nearing the end of July. But Bateman, who has now seemed to calm down, interrupted your thoughts,

"Shall we get going dear?"

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