#i'm pretty sure about all the others ones tho

[paracosmic-murdock]

if i could save time in a bottle

pairing: bucky barnes x goddess!reader

summary: thor and steve set up a little encounter between you and bucky, one that didn't even feel like a date but that paved the way to an impromptu, later one, after he wakes up from a nightmare and his first instinct is to reach out to you. the date, full of honesty and vulnerability, made sure for the both of you to know that, above all, you loved each other, and nothing either of you did or went through could change that. the date, also, went way better than expected.

warnings/tags: takes place after endgame (2019), steve does stay 'till the end of the line, hurt/comfort, suggestive jokes, bucky healing era, reader is thor's sister, no physical description tho, fluff, mystic arts, use of portals, dates, insecurities, bucky's nightmares, implied sa (bucky during his winter soldier years), references to other mcu characters (thor, steve, loki, odin, frigga, and dr strange), reader details her powers, bucky opens up about the winter soldier, mentions of deaths (loki, odin, howard stark, and maria stark), cutesy intimate moments, reminiscing, i can't stop thinking about them i need to write more bucky x goddess!reader, even if it flops, some smut (unprotected sex, fingering♡, p in v, teasing, body worship (bucky's), many "i love you's" while fucking—words of affirmation for the fancy ones), minors dni!!

word count: 4K

✰ part one | part two

✰ related os: when you know, you know

✰ mila's anthology (main masterlist)

no taglist but there could be one, so lmk in the comments if you'd like to be in it ;))

You looked at Bucky from afar, not knowing how you had managed to keep yourself from running to him the moment your eyes spotted him.

It had been only a few days, but Thor and Steve didn't waste any time.

There you were, at the same place you had met him more than eighty years ago. Now, it was some coffee shop named Starbucks and they had drinks ‘inspired’ by your brother and his friends. It was almost a profanity after everything.

Bucky raised his arm to get your attention, leather gloves on as if it were cold inside. His hair, shorter, as if he knew how the familiarity of it eased your mind—how the old times eased you.

“Hi,” You sat across from him. “How are you?”

He smiled softly. “Hi, doll. I'm fine, you?”

Doll. “Me as well.”

“I ordered for you,” Bucky motioned at the table. “What you always used to order.”

You noticed how it wasn't a teacup but a paper one, and how it was the same drink you used to order. The same pastry. The same everything, just… different.

“I love the hair,”

“I knew you'd like it.” He chuckled.

“Oh, did you?” you teased him.

“That's why I cut it if there was any doubt.”

You smiled slightly, face flushed like a lovestruck young girl. “The long hair looked good, too, but this look has no comparison. The beard suits you quite well.”

“Even bolder than I recalled,” Bucky blushed.

“Will you call me out now, Barnes?” you questioned with a smirk. “I thought you liked me like that.”

Bucky laughed. “I've missed you.”

“Buck,” you called him, your hand approaching his carefully. His breath hitched; he didn't move or speak, he only looked at you. “Can we…” You cleared your throat and looked down for a second. “I know we have both gone through things that have changed us and we may not be the same people we were when we first fell in love, but I… I never stopped loving you. Even when I thought there was no you to love anymore, the one thing that time didn't change, the only thing that life never took from me is the love I have for you, Bucky. Can we… start over? Can we do this?”

His fingers, still shielded under those gloves —which, for some reason you were unaware of, made you restless—, grazed yours slightly.

“Are you sure about this? Because… you said it yourself, we're not the same people, and I'm pretty sure I am not a person who deserves you; to be honest, I never was-”

“I do not care about who deserves who, I only care about what I need,” you interrupted him. “And that's you. You are all I need.”

He exhaled, tired from the fight between giving up and giving in. “You know I love you, too, but what if that's the only thing we have in common now?”

“Well, it is up to us to figure that out,” you said. “If I survived all these years, all the tragedies that I went through, if I went to that funeral, if we're here in front of each other, Bucky, it is for a reason. We are meant to be.”

“We are?” His face softened, the walls around him crumbling ever so slightly that, if you were sneaky enough, if you tried hard enough, you could slip in.

You intertwined your hands. “We are. And I don't know whatever happened to you, but if there's something I know, it is that nothing you tell me will scare me away. If you truly don't love me anymore, if you want me away from you because you do not love me, I will leave you alone. Otherwise, trust that I am here to stay, and that I have all the time in the world to prove to you that I am not going anywhere and that I will love you through everything.”

He nodded, smiling faintly.

It breaks you to know that he suffered in a way that took that smile you so much adore from him. Where are the jokes? The teasing? The laughter?

“Can I try my luck?”

You grinned as he repeated the words he said the first time you met. “By all means, sir.”

“My name's James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

You introduced yourself, offering him your hand.

He took it. “Odindottir?”

“My father's name was Odin, the Allfather, King of Asgard. May He find peace in Valhalla, home to the souls of the honorable.”

“So you're a princess?”

“And a goddess,” you completed. “Who are you, Bucky Barnes?”

“That, I'm trying to figure out,”

“That, we can do together.”

He chuckled. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“For you?” You raised your eyebrow, and Bucky nodded, almost fearing a negative. “Every hour of every day of every week.”

He exhaled, relieved, and smirked. “Would you like to have dinner with me at seven? As a date?”

You nodded. “Pick me up at 177A Bleecker Street. Pay no mind to my brother if you see him around, for he tends to overstep.”

“I can fight him.” Bucky shrugged.

You snorted. “Do yourself a favor and do not. Have some sense of self-preservation, pretty boy.”

“You have so little faith in me? That's a rough start.”

“He won against the Hulk. He was not lying like everyone thinks, I saw it in his mind.”

“You read minds?” Bucky asked, telling himself that it didn't scare him, though knowing it did.

“Thor and Loki used to get in trouble all the time, so I used magic to read their minds and see who was telling the truth,” you replied. “I taught Loki and he ended up using it for evil, so that is pretty much on me.”

“I will need you to promise not to read my mind,” he muttered. He tried to sound like he was joking, but you knew better.

“Okay, but can I still use my magic to, let's say, make you dream of me?”

Bucky hummed. “You don't really need magic for that.”

“You'll dream of me,” you declared. “No magic at all, and that is a promise.”

That night, he didn't at first. He had a nightmare first, one of those that made him wake up sweaty and scared to open his eyes to that HYDRA facility, tied to that chair; or with a gun in his hand, pointing at a target.

He woke up on the floor of his new apartment, bed sheets wet and back pain.

Bucky took his phone and considered texting Steve to see if he was awake by chance. Instead, your name shone on the screen and he typed an ‘Are you awake?’ before he could dare to regret it.

You called him less than a second later.

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“You could not sleep?”

“No,” he confessed. “You?”

“No, me neither.”

“Why couldn't you sleep?”

“I'm feeling a little restless,” you said. “You?”

“Had a nightmare.”

“Do you have many of those?”

“I don't think you could guess how many.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Tell me.”

“Every night,” Bucky stood up and went to the kitchen. “How often do you feel restless?”

“Every night.”

“What do you do to feel better?”

“I try to think about a good memory,” you replied. “You should try that.”

“I don't have many good memories left.”

You hummed. “How about… March 10th, 1939. Your birthday. There was this big party at the bar we met, and I took you home with me that night.”

The memory started building in his mind, making him blush.

“Remember the red dress?”

“Yeah.”

“You ripped it off of me,” you reminded him. “Then you touched me everywhere, kissed me where the sun hadn't been, and we made love that night for the first time.”

The memory flashed before his eyes right then and there, and Bucky's breath hitched when a phantom of your taste appeared underneath his tongue and a hint of the angriest of reds, the one from your lips, where the sun hadn't been, appeared behind his eyelids.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Bucky questioned you, feeling himself go hard. He let out a shaky breath.

“Me?” You feigned innocence. “I'm just reminding you of a good time.”

Bucky clicked his tongue. “Too good to go to sleep.”

“Then don't,” you smirked. “Would you like to go somewhere?”

“Like where?”

“Come here,” You bit your lip at the uncertainty of his reaction. “And I'll take you somewhere nice.”

He hummed. “Now?”

“We are both awake with nothing to do, aren't we?”

“Yeah,” He nodded as if you could see him. “Okay, I'll see you there.”

“Let me know me when you arrive.”

“Hi, Buck,”

Bucky smiled. “Hi.”

“Ready?”

“Not really until I know where you're taking me,” He smiled, mesmerized by the red on your lips that took him back to the days you were his and he, yours.

“The first time I came to Earth, we went to Norway,” you began. “I saw these for the very first time, they were… majestic. And just then, you know this world was made by a god because there is no way something as such exists as a mere phenomenon.”

“A god as in your father?”

You clicked your tongue. “I do not dare to question a thing.”

“Are you taking me to Norway?”

“No, it's day-time there,” you answered. “I am taking you north.”

You used your index and middle finger to create a portal, showing Bucky a small shack under a sky full of colors and stars, the winter air giving it all a mystical touch.

“How do you do that, again?” Bucky frowned, looking at you instead of the other side.

“It's, uh…, the Mystic Arts,” you replied, holding onto his arm, feeling it harder than a normal one, but said nothing. He realized you had noticed it and went stiff, though thankful that you didn't speak about it. “You know Strange makes them, but he uses a ring. I do not need one, I can make them myself. Just like other spells, and… I'm not going to bore you with this-”

He chuckled. “No, God, I need you to tell me everything you can do. It's fascinating.”

“Come,” you pulled him through the portal and closed it behind you. Bucky pretended like he wasn't absolutely astounded. Confused. Kind of scared. “Watch them.”

Bucky shuddered when you used your fingers to lift his face so he could look at the sky. Your touch on his skin was comforting, like blinking and appearing on a day where he was happy.

“They are beautiful,” He admired them: pink, green, blue, purple aurora borealis, thousands of stars above them; and, still, they weren't the most appealing thing in that place. “I'd never seen them before.”

“You said to me once that you've always wanted to see the beautiful things in the world,” you reminded him. “That you wanted to see all the stars, all the places from the books, and… that you had only ever seen war.”

“You remember all that?”

“I remember it all,” you answered. “Are you cold?”

He shook his head and looked to the other side. “No, I'm alright.”

You smirked and used magic to give him a thicker jacket, one with soft fur on the inside to keep him warm.

“It's an illusion,” you explained. “Is it better?”

“Yeah, thank you,” Bucky smiled. “Wait, this means that every time you were cold and I gave you my jacket, you could've done this?”

You laughed, motioning him to follow you to the shack. “Yeah.”

“That's evil,” he noted, following you closely. “What else can you do?”

“I can turn back time,” you began, still looking at the lights in the sky, now through the window. “Like… I can turn back time in general and I can do so with specific objects, like your hair to make it long again. I can undo things, go back to moments, stop time, I could see the past and the future, every future, but I don't do it often since it's against the rules. I can make portals and go anywhere in the universe and beyond, I can cast spells, read and manipulate minds. I used to fight as well, but I don't anymore. I, uhm, it's the power of the time stone in me, Mother created me from it. The Mystic Arts, as I said, and Asgardian magic.”

“That's impressive.”

You huffed and took a seat. So did he. “And what can you do?”

“Well, I am a super soldier.”

“Like Steve?”

“When he told you I was dead, I wasn't,” Bucky sighed. “I fell from the train and I lost my arm. The people who found me, HYDRA, they… gave me the serum and…”

“We don't have to talk about it if you do not want to tell me.”

“It's not that, it's just… They made me do things, unspeakable things. I did them, and it haunts me. I don't want you to think of me as what they turned me into.”

“No matter what you did, I will always think of you with nothing but love, fondness, and respect, Bucky.”

“Even if I did things you would hate me for?”

You hummed. “My brother tried to colonize the Earth, and Asgard, too. He faked his death and mistreated me like no other when he found out he was adopted. He sent Father here, usurped the throne, and pretty much drove him mad. There were casualties, I am sure. I am not saying I am proud of Loki, but I do not love him any less than the day I first held him in my arms, not even now that he is dead. Try me, Buck.”

Bucky thought it through. You could just ask your brother, or Steve, or anybody, and you will know exactly what he did. You had to hear it from him, or it could be even worse.

“The Winter Soldier,” he murmured. “I'm… not him anymore, but sometimes I can't just isolate myself from what I did when I was him. It was me, I remember all of it. Every person I hurt, every life I took, I remember it all too well.”

Your expression softened, and you tilted your head. “The Winter Soldier?”

“Yeah. HYDRA, they wiped my memory and… they did all these things to me, they… programmed me like a robot so I did just about anything they told me to with no control at all. They tortured me, they…”

A shaky exhale left your lips at the thought of someone hurting him. It pained you to see how he deviated his gaze from you, how he feared your rejection.

“I killed Howard and his wife, Maria.”

You just stared at him in silence, thinking about the heavy burden of the guilt he must carry on himself. The pain it must be causing. The nightmares.

“I almost killed Steve one time.”

“Bucky?”

He looked at you finally. “You don't have to accept me or any of it. I understand I am not the man you loved, that… you may not feel safe with me.”

“Don't ever say that,” You pressed your forehead against his and cupped his face. “I know you will never hurt me. There's nowhere safer than beside you for me to be.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Bucky asked, his words so heavy it felt like a beg for a yes instead of a multiple choice question.

“Yes,” you confirmed, focusing on the way his breath blended with yours, on how you haven't been this close to anybody in almost seventy-eight years, on how you felt like you belonged to him more than anywhere else in the cosmos. “I love you.”

He brushed his nose with yours, closing his eyes slowly. “I love you.”

“I love you.” you repeated, eyes closed, too, words colliding against Bucky's lips with how close you were now. Your lips, grazing against each other's, yearned for the slightest contact.

It wasn't slight at all.

The first thing he felt was you biting his lower lip. In response, Bucky held your chin and made you open your mouth wider, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth and giving you one intoxicating, messy, breathtaking kiss.

His left hand took the glove from his right hand off, his soft fingers buried in your hair, grasping it to break the kiss and pull your head back so he could start leaving sweet kisses and shy bites on your neck. “I love you.”

Bucky kissed all the way back to your lips and left there another one, one quick. Then, he parted from you, taking off the glove from his left hand and the jacket you gave him right after. You could see a glint of golden in his arm, and the rest was jet black.

You hesitated to touch him, fearing his reaction, so you just stood up and took off your coat, your shoes, your jeans, your t-shirt, and your bra. He gasped; he found you even more beautiful than the day he last saw you.

“Wow,” Bucky interjected, the blue in his eyes turning darker in yearning. “God-”

A heavy exhale left your lips, and you returned to him—but closer. You straddled him and locked your eyes with his, making sure for him to know how much you needed this. Bucky didn't expect it, for you to take his hands in yours and place them on each of your breasts. “Touch me.”

The cold of his vibranium arm made you shudder, the way he squeezed your breasts, almost hesitant, elicited a loud moan from your lips, a sudden jerk of your hips, which crashed against him. Bucky analyzed the expressions of your face with each touch.

He didn't know what he loved more to see: the way your mouth opened and brows furrowed, or the red lipstick stains on your face. Or, maybe, how the northern lights illuminated you from behind, making it look as though you were the one shining just as bright.

“I love you,” you whimpered. Bucky pulled you forward and started sucking on your skin slowly until he trapped one of your nipples in his mouth. With one hand finding support on his shoulder, the vibranium one, and the other pulling his hair and holding his head in place, you moaned his name like a love song. “Buck- Bucky, I love you.”

“I love you, doll,” Bucky spoke in a soft groan. You attempted to take off his t-shirt, but he stopped you before you could. “Wait.”

“We don't have to continue,” you rushed to say. Bucky sighed.

“You think I wanna stop?”

You pursed your lips. “Would you like to keep your t-shirt on, then?”

He shook his head. “Yeah. No, wait, no. I just… I look different now.”

“What?” You frowned.

Bucky nodded. “I have scars. Too many. And they're not very nice to look at.”

“That's a relief, I thought you were green or something. I would have been a tad disappointed, I cannot lie to you, but I like you too much, I could have managed.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed. “Let me take that off, will you?”

“Okay.”

Your hands shyly took the hem of the navy blue t-shirt, slowly revealing scars from fights or even more. Finally, you lifted it completely and saw the place where skin and metal met.

There were indeed many scars; striking, painful. It broke you to think how much it hurt him, the difficulty it must signify for him to look at himself and remember all the torture he went through.

“Bucky,” You met his gaze again, one that begged for your approval. “You are perfect.”

The fear in his eyes, gone out in an instant. The vulnerability, turned to love as you kissed his lips and all the way down his neck, collarbone, his scars.

“You are perfect, and I am in love with you and all that you are.”

“I love you.”

You looked at him as you left a red kiss on the cold, vibranium shoulder, and played with the buttons of his jeans. “I love you.”

Bucky smiled and helped you take the rest of his clothes off. He kissed you urgently, as if nothing else mattered in his life. He touched you like a sensory experience, held onto you as if you could disappear any second now.

It had been a couple hours since you started, all teasing and touching, not getting to the point yet. Bucky enjoyed seeing you beg for him. He was also losing himself in the moment, focusing on you. It was you, no one else. He wanted this. He wanted this.

“What can I do?” you asked him, panting desperately, a tear running down your face. “For you to fuck me?”

Bucky grunted, the almost angry grip of his flesh arm on your thigh traveling to the inner part of it. Despite not being remotely close to you, he felt the wet mess he had made of you.

He hushed you. “Wait.”

“You do realize there is a goddess in your arms, begging you to fuck her?”

“Aren't I a lucky one?” Bucky smirked, cocky.

“Oh, go to hell,” You cried out, and, when you were just about to pull away from him, Bucky held you harder. “Bucky… oh-”

His heart and middle fingers softly caressed you and, without warning, went inside you. “That's what you wanted?”

You looked him in the eyes and shook your head eagerly. Bucky raised his eyebrows, acting like he was oblivious to your needs.

He hummed, lifting you slowly and flipping you until you were under him.

You didn't know when it happened, how it happened, you just knew he was filling you now, giving you all that you wanted.

Bucky moaned your name, looking at you. He pulled out and then went back in. “And this?”

“Yes, this,” you answered and kissed him again, rejoicing in the way he moved inside of you and the softness of his lips. “This… you.”

“Me?” he asked, the word falling in a whisper.

“You. Faster.”

He did as you told him, a glint in his eyes so devoted that you thought of his love as something above you. “Like this?”

With hands intertwined, breaths becoming one, and eyes locked, you felt in heaven. You were with Bucky. The moment you had longed for for so very long… there.

There, right there. “I'm close,” you faltered.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky sped up his thrusts, now careless, mouth hungrily capturing yours in a kiss.

“Pretty boy,” you called him, surprised to be able to speak. “Look at me.”

Bucky did so, his blue eyes you have always been enraptured by were there, right there, looking at you as if you were everything.

In a way, you were. In his way. You were everything to him.

“I love you.”

He smiled, close, so close. “I love you.”

“I will always love you, Bucky,” You felt your body shake at the proximity of your release, one that wouldn't come properly unless you guided him to peace. “And I will always take care of you. You are safe, your heart is safe with me, I promise you until the end of time.”

Bucky let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes shut as he came inside of you. He didn't stop, he wouldn't dare until you did as well.

“I will love you until the end of time, too,” he breathed out and drove his vibranium hand south to draw even circles on you, to bring you closer. “Even when I'm dead and you're not… I'll still love you. For always.”

“Bucky,” you whimpered, legs shaking as you came. Waves, violent waves of pleasure took over you as he seeked for your lips to kiss you, to swallow his name from your mouth.

As soon as you steadied yourself, you pulled away from Bucky and lied beside him.

“We didn't use protection,”

You groaned as you realized. “There are no known cases of Half Asgardian-Half Midgardian children.”

Well, well.

“I'll talk about this tomorrow in therapy. It's my first mandatory session.”

“We have dated for eighty-six years since we never broke up. Children aren't precisely out of order,”

Bucky snorted. “I'm pretty sure we'll have to get married first. I'm an old fashioned guy and you're a princess. Your father would hate me from Valhala.”

“Thor is not above killing you,”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, tension he didn't know he had in himself about a thing he used to pray for. “I would be a mess of a father, though.”

“You would be great.”

Bucky smiled slightly. If you believed that, he could work on it.

“Why are we talking about this?”

“We didn't use protection so there is a slight possibility we make a... demigod child? Oh, with a supersoldier father and a made-from-an-infinity-stone-goddess mother.”

“I hope the baby doesn't inherit your brother's hyperactivity.”

“Your staring problem would be a worse thing to inherit, pretty boy,” You shook your head. “Perhaps we should stop speaking on the subject, lest we attract it.”

“I hope they have your smile,”

You hummed. “And your eyes.”

“Can we name her after my mother if it's a girl?”

“Why don't we make her first and then worry about the names?”

“We have to get married first.”

“Yes, it is true,” You agreed, kissing his lips softly. “When you first mentioned having children, I believed we would not be able to. Now, I think we could when the time comes.”

“We have time,”

“We have time.” you repeated.

[6riix]

Heyy I wanted to request a bllk drabble or headcanons for the Ubers guys (separately) x reader who is a foreigner? Or is their manager?

thank you so much :) 💕💕

A/N: HELLOOO POOOKIEEEEEHEHEHEE THIS IS SUCH A FUN IDEA TO WRITE TYSMM FOR REQUESTING THISSS

I made it headcanons where the reader is a foreigner :)

(I'm unemployed I can't write managers properly)

Ft; money guy, barou-chan!, uncle iq, black hair Rapunzel

-—> includes: crack, fluff, nicknames and some bonuses specific to certain regions (along with a dash of personal commentary.)

𓂃₊ཐི༑ཋྀ˚“𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ‘𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑙’ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ.”

「どん Lorenzo::

The amount of teasing you received when he found out your nationality good Lord 😭

No race, I repeat, absolutely NO RACE is safe from this man

His ass has the WILDEST nicknames for this Istg

When the two of you get together, he practically BEGS you to cook him some traditional food from your motherland

He follows it up by barking for you. (It was bound to happen anyways)

Sometimes when he comments on your posts or pictures, he'll use google translate to change half the sentence into your mother language (yes I threw in a মাতৃভাষা what are you gonna do huh?)

It sounds absolutely atrocious, the grammar is horrifying.

Bonus point: if you're British he's gonna post a picture with/of you using the caption 'me and my wifey who stole me from italy'

He sometimes claims to help you with the language of the country you both are in (instead of giving normal translations he changes them into insults and, some more...non family friendly things and you don't realize it.)

「 "please baby, pretty please with a cherry on top, make me this?" He says, showing you a picture of the dish on his phone. 」

「 "MY WIFEY YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS—ARF, ARF ARF!!"」 (Istg this dude has no dignity)

「オリバーAiku::

This absolute darling istg

When he first finds out your nationality he claims to know a bit about the culture (he noticed you early on and researched every ethnicity he thought you were)

He would SO try to learn your native language to impress you

He actually does end up sounding somewhat fluent BUUUTT when it comes to writing he cant spell ANYTHING

He forgot the alphabet system for your language.

I believe he's a romantic at heart so he would sometimes get you flowers from you homeland if possible.

He would sometimes mix in flowers from his as well.

Would randomly just be like "lets add your genes into the bloodline!" Often as a joke

Sometimes it's not ykwim?? He do be freaky like that tho

He would sometimes randomly say "man, my (race name) wife is gorgeous"

If he ever has to help you with languages, he always makes sure to teach you some slang and acronyms. He can't have his lover being embarrassed due to something as small as this, after all.

Bonus: if you're British he's gonna have at least one post with the caption "me and the wife that colonised me" /j

「" Are you sure you learnt the alphabet..?" You said, looking at his writing that had half a phrase written in another language and the other half written in scribbles」

「 "flowers for my darling, I made sure they felt homey just for you~" he said, spinning over towards you, holding out the boquet for you to take.」

「馬狼Barou::

Barou my respectful and strict maid king

When he first finds out your ethnicity, he doesn't really care too much, I mean this man just wants to deal with his business 😭

When he starts liking you, even just a bit, HIS ASS LEARNS THE WHOLE LANGUAGE of the country you're from

He knows more words than you 😭

If he ever sees you feeling homesick (I think we all get homesick at one point right?) He will definitely make you your comfort dish (free maggi hack for the desi girlies)

He's honestly amazing when it comes to cooking and chores so that dish is gonna be one of the best foods to ever go in your mouth (I swear he's Escoffier undercover)

If you ever have to do any legal paperwork surrounding your passport and whatnot he's gonna have all of the documents organized for you.

Unlike Lorenzo, if you ever need help with languages this man turns into Google Translate (he also assists you when it comes to learning phrases and such)

Whenever you have any cultural events coming up, he always marks them know the calendar for you.

Bonus: he sometimes tries some food from your homeland, even if he doesn't turn out to be the biggest fan of it. (second জন্মভূমি reference)

「 "love, I made you some of that food you liked. Wh- I mean the super special barō barō kyun version.."」

「"Don't worry about the documents, I dealt with them earlier. For now you have to... And...."」

蟻生Jyubei:

My glam darling snsjsksksksms

When he first learns about your nationality he's almost immediately hooked, who knows how many stylish references and gems he could find in your culture!

I feel like it would go something like him complimenting your looks and saying you look like a beauty from the race you are, to which you reply : "I am that race though?"

To this he replies with "alas, the most stylish person in the room is correct yet again."

When you two get together, one of the first activities you two would do together is researching traditional outfits (especially those he sees as exceptionally glam)

You're out here explaining differences between each type of clothing and the correct situations to wear them in.

He would be overjoyed if you styled his hair traditionally.

He enjoys looking into jewelry and traditions with you

Bonus: if you're from an area that has good bath, skin and haircare products ( Morocco, south Korea, India, etc.) he's so gonna be asking you about them a bunch of times.

Bonus 2: I feel like he would love traditional dancewear, especially the flowy type. (Such as hanfus for dance, Desi ghungurs and nupurs, dance makeup and headwear, etc.)

「"Your elegance is just as that of a blooming lotus, such glamorous eloquence..! You must be a [ ] goddess!" Absolute glam!"

"Uh- Yeah I kind of am from that area.."」

「" ‘ryu you can't wear that to a wedding, that's a funeral outfit.."」

ニ来 ikki::

First of all someone turn on the child safety lock

This dude's Smart SMART (lend me some smart too) so no doubt he would've traced down your nationality to his main guesses, which included your one aswell.

He's the type to fall first when it comes to relationships, so no doubt he would be doing his best to impress you by learning about your culture and language

When it's time to actually show off tho? This sweetheart's a stuttering mess.

The amount of time it would take him to gain the courage to talk with you at first😭😭

You love him and nervousness.

He could help you out a lot with the language of the area you're in

I feel like after a month of casual help from him, you could be able to read Japanese classical novels

If you're a student studying abroad you'll end up getting straight A's.

In the case you tell him about any cultural story with romantic undertones, this man will turn into a fully ripe, ketchup colored tomato. (get your mind out the gutter this is a minor (yes I know ketchup is made out of tomatos I just have horrible description skills))

Overall just a cute lil blushing mess

「 "uh, so like for this formula y-you basically do this and then—then-"

"Niko, I could use you as red paint for my friend's art course."」

「 ".... And then the maiden carried him away in her arms. Sweet story, don't 'ya think? Uh hello? Earth to Niko? "」

HELLOOO POUKSIKSSSSS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIC :33

Honestly this was genuinely so fun to write like hello yes I wanna write aryu obsessing over fashion (I think you can tell I have favorites)

I swear to God though, the amount of times I lost the drafts 😭 I lost it like 4 times I think? Thankfully it's done now tho (*ˊᗜˋ*)

Anyways guys make sure to drink water and take scroll breaks to stare at your ceiling to rest your eyes! Thank you for reading and see you soon!

[ragghhhhhwindbreakerlomldjjrkdkd]

Interesting I very much love your perspective and analysis on this and your comments like the part time thing!

I suppose a part of it might also be the city rush? Like if you go to Starbucks there's so many people you can't really stop especially not the workers at best I throw a "thank you have a nice day!" Either at the till or out the door (depending on where they're situated) but since there's so many people you can only have that slow chat and wait in smaller more neich places that are sadly dying out especially with COVID

To my above point you see Kotoha and her cafe and how she connects to the people in it, there's often only one to five people at once unless they come in groups. This allows that connection.

I live in a very small village (not like 10 houses and we've got a primary school but in comparison to other villages it's still on the smaller side, a couple hundred or so I'd say) we have one pub (used to be two but one closed) I don't really go to because I'm underage and my mum's not the sort of person who would take me to one for dinner on a tired day she'd just make a soup or something idk, a farm for Christmas trees and pumpkins with reindeer (seasonal), a community centre mostly used for voting or oldie clubs in the day, the school, the park(outside the school, the chapel and a small post office/corner/general shop.

When put together like that it sounds like a lot but since you're from a city imagine those where the only places you could go without and half an hour walk down lanes (really dangerous In the dark) there and back, and that's only to another small(but bigger) shop of a nearby town. And yes there are busses and cars but they're quite expensive and kids can't just use em that's mostly for adults.

But even with this at the most full point (barring groups of like five kids grabbing snacks after school) the most people I've seen in the shop at once is like five? Maybe and that's on a popular time, and even then most people aren't in a rush so you can stop and chat while having the parcel dealt with or your food done.

So I think the rush also plays a part in it along with the rising individualism (I'm pretty sure this isn't just America because we've talked about it in sociology and I'm not American). You talk, because there's nothing else to do and then you get sucked in and loiter for a minute usually, at least with the girl with the other three odd I just say usual small talk like "how are you" talk about the weather etc but these do play a big part of how you connect. Like I might not know their names (although some people know them a lot better) just like we don't know the names of all of Makochi townsfolk we know that Sakura's new because no one's seen him before (realistic it's either they're new or they don't go out much) and that blah blah's son's birthday or something is soon and although this is probably realistic idk for me it's very much, her daughter was sick last week or something something like that.

Also I think your version of community is enlighten because I might not know most of them very well but I'll say afternoon on the walk home from school to people and I know that that woman would (when I was In secondary school I get off at a different stop at a different time now) be out if it was a nice day with her dog often chatting to that one other woman (idk there names or much else about them but I knew that and their face) I do know my neighbours tho, as I said I don't see them very much because of my shameful dark past but I know them better than the others (I live in flats so we share yards) so especially in sunny weather I'll often see them lounging outside, I know the next door neighbour has two cats and likes outdoors, A lot of my immediate neighbours are one big family (literally, there's the grandparents one flat, the granddaughters family in another and about two houses over (not very far at all they're flats) the daughter and her 18-20 yr old daughter (sister of the granddaughter but with a large age gap) (imma stop waffling about my neighbours 😭) and stuff and this is despite almost anyone I've befriended moving away (I'm a deterrent lol 💀) but what was my point again

Oh yeah I think this smallness also means people are less afraid to talk to strangers? If that makes sense or have strangers listen in like that one argument that happened on my street and then I learnt what happened because I went to buy crisps and she was talking to the girl at the counter about what happened.

Also back to the part-time thing like I've gone months without visiting the shop and I still know that she'll probably still work there as opposed to in the city where even if she was still working there (which she could not be) her shift could have changed or something. so I think that plays a big part in it.

I guess because I don't tend to go to popular shops other than Waterstones when I do go to town unless I go with my friends in which we might go to costa or a place like Casper's (I forgot the name but it's a desert place 😭) I don't realise this as much because I'm a charity shop girl, a that one store in the market that sells the nice vegan stuff girl, or even the fabric store (which is small) one. So I do believe in some cities it is possible to find one but they tend to be a disgointed community, like not everyone in your community will be in the others too. This is in the UK too so it might be different in America, but maybe it's because I grew up in community that I do the same thing in most places it's possible? But also don't realise it?

I honestly don't know but I am very thankful about your reply and points and point of view and I'm glad you weren't too annoyed by my yap (hopefully not by this one too)

Also another thing about "small talk" (as I was writing I remembered this) people in cities definitely do it less like I was waiting for a train and I've got anxiety, I'm not naturally 'sociable' in the culture near me, but I do yap a lot once I've got going (you could probably tell lol) but I was waiting for my train to visit a friend and there (at this point some kids came later closer to the train time) was only one more person there sitting next to me, so we started talking. I think the thing with "small talk" is that you tend to ask an opening question to be polite and see how much they will talk, if they answer "fine" and put earphones in you just chill by yourself or you can start a conversation, we talked on and off (she was going to the town before the one my friend moved to the one of the area we live for laser tag with her dance group) while on the train or platform and it was just something to do to pass the time.

As I've said before I think time plays a big part of it. Because unless you're going to work or school I'd say time is a lot more relaxed in countryside places. As much as people say about 'island time' I'd say that to an effect there's also 'rural?(Idk if I'm using that word right) Time' because everything you can do is either a few minutes away or a long slow walk away often times, so you do stuff to pass the long time and while there has definitely been a shift towards technology nowadays to do so it's often just chatting meaningless or even meaningfully. So I think the lack of rush around everyday things (especially with less queues) causes this as well (as previously stated) however it's probably just also to do with minor cultural shifts from a long time ago.

People would walk and knit/crochet with their friends to other villages, especially women in the old olden days (I don't want to say medieval but about that far back) in the sort of place I live although my village is rather new (16-800 (I ain't letting THAT much info 😭)) as apposed to others the people who moved there would mostly be farmers originally (it's still surrounded by farmland) so they would have probably come from other small communities with the same mindset, and even with people moving here from other places (hell my mum moved here) a lot of the people are still probably either people whose families lived here or somewhere similar and even if not their kids are likely to be taught the culture through the others there growing up (I'm calling it culture cause idk what else to call it)

I think that's one thing I'm wondering about because there's some luxury houses (Ew just found out they weren't flats which would be bad enough) being made and I don't think anyone is happy about it, it's next to the graveyard so it's taking land for that, the drains already flood when it rains, the school can't take everyone on some years and they look fucking ugly and out of place and while we're not an 'outsider Ew' place (as I've said lots of people gave moved here) this is very extreme and annoying because the whole reason they picked it and the charm would be destroyed by it.

Also to your tag, I'm a village girl and there are things that I love and hate about it. There are things I'm scared of too. I know that I can't live with my mum forever, but I'm unlikely going to be able to afford a place like where I live so I'm afraid, I'm afraid of losing that community, I'm afraid of not hearing the wood pigeons in the morning, I'm afraid of big crowds and places where I don't know people and have to rush through the correct social interactions while being quick about it. And I hate it, I hate having to either trade these things or else I'll have to pay 7 pounds a day to go to and from work as a minimum, and maybe this is something that's killing community too. The rising worry of work and housing. I can't stay in my community as I grow up and I'm afraid that I'll lose how to be a part of one like the many people in cities today.

But yeah looking back that looks a lot like a vent and emoy like it's not that deep but still a worry yk?

So yeah I think wind breaker does amazing things about communities and my worry, yes it's unlikely that I will find a place like that but there's a chance I won't have to give up another thing to live comfortably. Also just how it shows them the casual information about the little things (or big things depends on how you look at it) they might not know their favourite food but they might know the colour they wear a lot or that they got out of hip surgery or something similar. I just love it, I think it's very much a pallet cleanser from the rising individualism in the world but that has also been in the media.

Also also note is that the village my grandma lives in she knows loads about everything and everyone and everyone else does too. Like just in general. She says I don't know much and then pulls out a three page long essay about their backstory and their dog 😭 so I think for a community ours isn't as connected especially in comparison but it's apparently still there.

a Revelation i just had from talking with my roommate is that wind breaker is uniquely a story about cultivating, developing, and protecting your *local* community, i.e. in a small town. this may be a response to a cultural climate that is increasingly remote and globalized, where the people around you, especially in a big city, becomes more and more anonymous (the bread sellers, the flowershop owners, the neighbors living next to you, etc— that we see the characters interact with).

specifically, in the shounen sphere, while community, friendships, teamworks are strongly emphasized, they are typically a secondary theme. friendships and empathy are vital to one piece, but its primary motivation and focus are on freedom and adventures. haikyuu, too, and all sports mangas that i have seen, is hinges on teamwork and connection, but the dominant context/motivation is the passion for sports and dedication/conviction towards your dreams. actually, haikyuu quite uniquely insists on teamworks and connections in ways i didnt see (as convincingly, at least) in other sports mangas. nonetheless, the primary focus is not on developing a community that you live in. so on and so forth. here is the difference: while all shounen works necessarily emphasized friendships, interpersonal connections, co-existence and teamworks, most of the time the community is something that the goal necessitates rather than being the goal itself. it’s a tool, not an endgoal.

that is not to say, i emphasize, that these stories are not good. it’s just that the premise of wind breaker is unique in the current narrative climates in a way that is quite reactive, actually, to the cultural climate today.

because the people around us are getting increasingly anonymous. in a big city you are not expected to know who your neighbors are. you are not expected to have meaningful conversations with the flowershop owners, the baristas that make you drinks every tuesday, or, hell, anyone that “serves” you. especially as the cities get larger and you never quite see the same people with any reliable frequency (yet another way in which the current economy (ehem, capitalism) configured our communities and interpersonal connections). this is a problem humanity never have before, in such unprecedented scale— but alack, social changes happen all the time, and most of them are unprecedented.

thats why the premise of a dying town — one that is explicitly ignored by law enforcement, quite literally *left behind* — is also symbolic of the smaller, more concentrated, and more *personal* social structure we are abandoning. the smallness is why bofurin knows everyone in town. the constancy is why bofurin and makochi care for one another. the premise basically necessitates the story to occur in this small town. the smallness and mundanity is the point— things that our socio-economic focus on rapid “growth” and “development” is glossing over.

do i have a solution for what i am portraying as a societal decay? no. do i expect every place in the world become makochi? would be nice, but probably not. but the narratives do invites and encourages me to notice more of the people i see day to day. maybe this will gets a lot harder once i move out of my undergrad dorms and no longer sees the same baristas, cafeteria workers, custodians, facilities workers that i know by name. but i sure hope i will know the names of the people i live with, in a community, in a new city.

anyway, wind breaker is very refreshing and yet another example of how culture and arts response to and interact with each other 😌 i can only hope that, regardless of whether people read so deeply into this or not, the narratives encourages them to be kinder and more noticing of their community. maybe nurture it too, like ume does and is inspiring everyone in bofurin to be :)

[jimothy-g-brooks]

Fictional Quotes I Made Up

"I am fat, clumsy and I barely know how to hold this sword. I am shaking in my knees and right about to piss myself. I am the last person that should be here and yet here I am. 

 "And if I'm willing to stand up to you, bastard, who else do you think will?"

~

"I have a steel rod shoved through my sternum. I am still standing. 

"Who amongst you has it in them to fuck with me?"

~

"You want to know my story? Alright, well... One day, I became angry. 

"I have not stopped."

~

"You stabbed me. I'm trying to patch you up and you stabbed me. You're not a very good person, are you? 

"... Well, you didn't stab me well enough, so hold still, I'm not done stitching you up."

~

"And you killed her because she was being mean to you?" 

"No, I killed her because she and her gang had been murdering and robbing helpless schmucks and were right about to murder a child over a rare animal. 

"I took great pleasure in killing her because she was mean to me."

~

"I understood that my friends and I had stopped many Ends. We stopped these Ends before they could begin. But I also knew this World was marked with Ends that had to be stopped in the middle, Ends that just petered out and lost steam, and Ends that only ended right before it took everything else with it. And afterwards, the World had to pick itself back up and start over from the Beginning."

~

"You may ask, 'Why call yourself the Second Greatest Lover?' Because there was a contest, it was official, with judges. Any man can call himself the Greatest Lover, any man can pull out a disc of polished brass and call it gold. Only a real competitor can show you his silver."

~

"That was for Thomas Wilkins, the driver, who I couldn't save.

"That was for Alice Wilkins, his widow, who still had leftovers of their wedding cake. 

 "And this? This, I imagine, is going to be for a lot of other people, so we're going to be here for a while."

~

"I said they were incompetent, not that they weren't dangerous. They're probably going to kill us and still bungle whatever they're after. Probably the same thing we're after, so we'll be dead and it will bungled."

~

"Your doubts were wrong, but you were not wrong to doubt."

~

"I didn't ask. I already knew everything I needed to know about that place. Enough to get in, hurt everything I wanted to hurt, grab (rescue) everyone I wanted to grab, plus extra, and get back out."

~

"He didn't go mad with power. He went mad with worry." 

 "What was he worried about then?" 

"All that power, mostly."

~

"I trust very easily. Everyone who's ever betrayed me, I killed immediately. That means, everyone who is left is trustworthy."

~

"They looked into the Abyss and the Abyss stared back. When they refused to blink, the Abyss stabbed syringes into their eyes and injected crazy straight into their brain. 

 "You believed yourself strong enough of will and integrity to withstand the Abyss? Fuck you and go mad."

~

“I came to the maddening realization that everyone is an asshole, except me. And therefore, anything I do to them is morally justified because they are assholes and I am not.”

~

"Yes, I kill them. Quickly, painlessly, without making them wait in dread. What are you going to do? Put them in jail for the rest of their lives so they waste away slowly? Put them on death row so they spend all of their last drawn-out moment in terror? 

"I give mercy. One last mercy."

~

"It's all fun and games."

"Until someone gets hurt?"

"Well yes, I suppose after that the best part's over, isn't it?"

~

"I ain't gonna tell nobody how they can exit the world. 

"Unless they piss me off, then I tell them very directly how they can exit the world."

~

"So, what's that pillar of purple smokey looking light coming out of the ground there?" 

"That's a pillar of pure Darkness, blacker than the black night sky."

"Oh yeah, I guess it kinda feels like it's supposed to be dark and stuff but then, uh, why is it purple?"

"Everyone knows purple is more black than black."

"Oh yeah, that checks out."

~

"Unfortunately, because the building partially sits on a half-formed rift with a fairy tale like realm, the bathroom doesn't exist until somebody owns the place. Also, it keeps changing places. Upside is, as the owner, you'll always know where that place is."

~

"My older brother always stood up for me when creeps got too close to me. Most of them were weak and cowards, but my brother stepped up to one who wasn't and now he's dead and that creep did whatever he wanted. 

"So I got really good and I got really strong and one day I got the jump on that creep that killed my brother. As he laid dying, he told me, 'That's the thing, I got to do whatever I wanted because I was stronger and I could kill them if they tried to stop me. Now it's your turn to whatever you want.'

"And you know what? He was right. I'm gonna do whatever I want. And I wanna help people who ain't got no help, get people out of trouble who don't deserve it and stop sleazy creeps who think they can do whatever they want because no one will try and stop them. 

"And if anyone tries to stop me? I'll kill 'em."

~

"You might realize I have a somewhat morally complicated past. At some point, you see, I realized I was on the wrong side and that I was one of the bad guys."

"And that's when you defected and joined up with us?"

"Oh. Oh no no no. That's when I decided to double, triple and quadruple down and said 'Fuck it'. I was already mid-atrocity when I realized, 'Oh wait, this is an atrocity,' and purposefully, mindfully abandoned the moral code I thought all my comrades had instead of just doing it accidentally because I didn't know better.

"It took a while longer after that for me to realize I didn't have to play this game but by then I'd already 'Fucked it' down a pretty deep hole and was pretty fucked. But now I'm here helping you guys out! Think you can help me out?"

"Ah. Um.”

~

1 "I'm going to defeat you with the power of this idiot." 

2 "Hi there!" 

3 "Exactly how dumb is he?"

1 "Incredibly."

2 "It's nice to meet you, sir!"

3 "Oh god."

~

"I know you, one has become a monster because monstrous things have been done to you. Evil was poured into you and evil was all that could be poured out. 

"And I know you as well, one who was born a monster and never given a choice at all. Fate denied you the capacity to feel love or empathy at all. 

"It's okay, I understand. I know these things very well and you are by no means uniquely wicked. It's not your fault, you poor, lost creatures. It's no one's fault. 

"Ssshhh, don't struggle. I don't want it to hurt. Just close your eyes, it will be like going to sleep. I hope your dreams are sweet, even if everyone else says you deserve nightmares. I hope that, when you wake up, it's in a happier life with a more complete mind, that you'll smile and spread smiles around you.

"It's alright, it's alright. You are so full of hurt, so full of pain, but now it's all going stop. I absolve you of your pain and your hurt. I absolve you of your sin. I forgive you. Even if all the men of Earth and all the angels of Heaven do not, I forgive you.

"Go now and be at peace, lost children."

~

"Hear me, little angel. The world is empty and dark and cruel, there is no meaning to it, no morality, save that which we give it. Out there, there is nothing and you will find nothing. Do not wait for answers from gods in Heaven, you will find only silence. You want a god to worship, then look at me, look at your friends around you, look at the people on street, look into the mirror. The answers have always been within you or well within your reach or just a walk away. 

"Hear me, little godling. You, me, they, we are the fire that burn in the darkness. We are all there is, we are all that matters. If you want to believe in something, believe in the things you see and seek their exaltation. You want to worship, then take this, the world in front of you, and raise it far above all your imagined Heavens. You want immortality in Paradise, then leave your mark on a bettered world that will never be forgotten."

~

"Myself and a dozen others were stranded deep in the wilderness, far away from civilization. To survive, we all banded together, a sensible decision. 

"I got into a dispute with one man and he attacked me, so I killed him. It was self-defense, everyone agreed, somewhat nervously. Then, his lover tried to avenge him, so I killed her too.

"Now it seems I had defended myself two too many times. One man petitioned I be removed from the group and left to fend for myself in the wilderness, a death sentence.

"After two incidents, everyone was quite emotional and it seemed he was making good headway in his cause. My life was threatened, so I killed him as well and made it clear I would not let myself be left to die.

"Someone else decided I was too great a threat to their safety and tried to kill me in my sleep. I killed them. The remaining survivors were now well and truly emotional, but I felt my actions had been quite reasonable.

"They disagreed, they tried to leave me on my own as I slept and find a new shelter without me. Again, this was tantamount to killing me, so I moved to defend myself.

"I tracked them down and I killed two more. I made it clear by this point to all that were left that I would allow them to survive if they allowed me to survive. A very fair and equal trade, I would think. 

"Why am I the bad guy?"

[a2zillustration]

(It's ok Yurgir will respawn in Avernus)

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[martwy-basen]

people on twitter cling to that "sniper's dad fucking SUCKS he taught him toxic masculinity and he is a BAD FATHER" narration for canon sniper so hard and i just. NEED to know why /gen

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao

[mjrdm]

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[sysig]

Bowtie Charm! Inspired by @zarla-s​‘ super cute rendition hehe 💕 (Patreon)

Bonus collar breakdowns:

Changes depending on the doodle!

[dumners]

Going on a lore dive on uesp and getting Mad

The hyperfixation is So Back my guys

[midwesternfields]

f1: what do you normally do when I'm gone?

me: wait for you to get back 🥹😭

[frogshipping]

I hate feeling weird and embarrassed about committing to an art project. Like even tho I keep thinking about it nonstop once I start drawing my brain makes me feel like shit about it. Like I'm scared somebody is going to judge me or smth?

[cathymee]

why does showtime have random episodes where they just make as much mj references as they can

[vaguely-concerned]

the scene where you talk to davrin in his room while he whittles tiny models of monsters (while assan watches with rapt attention <3 there is nothing about this whole setup, man or griffon, that isn't adorable) when your rook IS one of the dainty little academic mage types he so besmirches and you consistently pick the purple options through the conversation -- I am SCREECHING the covert jock/nerd war rages on between clenched teeth and forced jollity, they are doing this on purpose, bioware really have given me this gift all nicely wrapped and lovingly crafted! rook is so fucking bitchy and passive aggressive in these purple options (and once or twice davrin doesn't seem to realize it/takes what they say at face value); it's not very nice of them but it is hilarious. also I must say that hearing these two just relentlessly neg each other with palpable tension of. SOME kind thick in the air* for five minutes straight and then walking away and seeing the 'davrin approves' pop up at the end gets close to the otherwise unapproachable gaming high that is having a tense standoff with sten in origins and seeing +7 affection as you leave. davrin clearly is going 'good talk man nice to see you stand up for yourself more, I respect the roast game' while my rook walks away with a forced smile and clenched fists like 'okay so that wasn't very mature of me I'll admit it but god why is this guy such an asshole'

I cannot imagine how this conversation must play out with a character more on davrin's wavelength because for my setup here this was *chef's kiss* perfect. ideal. I'm so glad this dynamic exists it's one of the funniest and most characterization-enriching things that could have happened to me

*there's some insanity going on here where like... I don't think either of them like want to fuck, they're not actually attracted to each other, but they both would fuck each other in a 'go fuck yourself'/'fuck me yourself you coward'/'fine I will see if I don't!!!!'/'oh yeah??? do it then!!!!!' kind of way. the vibes are indescribable and unhinged on both of their parts.

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot Masterlist

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five ( final)

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe- fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc, art in the banner by Yuana on X - finished! WC 42k

Playlist -preview below!- headcanons - here & here - Fratboy! Sukuna here

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter over three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'so greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?'

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

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