synopsis: You’ve always been pretty good at keeping your cards close to your chest. Now your poker face? That’s another story.
pairing: adrian chase/gender neutral reader
word count: 4.6k (it just keeps getting longer. lord have mercy on yall for chapter 4)
warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, canon-typical violence, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, idiots to lovers
a/n: TEE HEE IT’S CHAPTER 3! honest to god, it was really tough trying to decide whether to relent and give yall the sauce now, or set everything up just a little more and make the finale just that tiny bit more delectable. you’ll just have to read on to see what i decided on! and thank yall again for all the love on fennel fields, this fic has truly become my baby and i know i’m gonna feel empty as hell when it’s finished lmao.
Drew a cute Symmrat at the cafe today. Inspired by @varg-writes ’s recent post-college au fic. Also I think it’s their b'day? So it doubles as a present :D
Oh my goodness this is SO PRECIOUS, I adore it!! Thank you so very much mon-mon!!! I just love their adorable little outfits ;o;
Is this something they can come back from? Or were they always going to end up here? And, if that’s true, maybe Eames had been looking for a reason to cut loose, a reason to call it quits. Why, then, does the idea of life without Arthur shut his mind down with panic?
These indecisive thoughts have been tormenting him since his first talk with Mason, and he’s been no closer to resolution despite the mental acrobats. Until last night.
Last night was a mistake in many ways. The projection… it was shameful, trying to pave over his broken heart with a tawdry replica. But it was also the slap in the face he needed, a reminder of what he’s been missing.
Taste Japanese Flavored Gelatos at Gelateria TIE-AN in Shibuya
Gelateria TIE-AN, located in Shibuya, is a unique Japanese-style gelato shop that blends the best flavors of the West and of the East in its delicious crepes made with rice flour or soy milk detox soup.
The runner had found Raven, just as the Lord Commander promised, and he’d taken to the chilly streets of the city before the sun had gotten high enough to melt the frost from the cobbles. Raven had gone to Ser Aymeric for information regarding a missing child and, while he hadn’t been able to help him directly, was good enough to set up a meeting with someone who could - Lord Fortemps.
He’d expected to wind his way to Fortemps Manor for his meeting but, somewhat mysteriously, the missive had said to meet at Lightfeather Provingrounds. So, donning his long, wool coat and dark glasses, Raven pulled up his lapels and found the place with nary a look upward.
The guard snapped his heels at his approach and Raven waved him at ease. A sense of pride and reverence swelled within him as he laid his hand on the massive ironwood door he’d not passed through in many years. It was much warmer within, thanks to the braziers, so he stowed his leather gloves in his pockets and released the buttons of his coat.
The heels of his fine shoes clacked on the stone as he passed through the Hall of Accolades, the walls lined with names of past tournament champions etched into platinum. His eyes found his own name without truly looking for it and he rubbed his thumb across the shining plate and smiled. So many names appeared between his and the most recent. Gods, has it been so long?
It’s not the first time he sneaks into her room so late at night. It’s not the first time he does something knowing that she’ll never accept if he asks first. And he knows this will not be the last time.
Mulder knows her. He knows her answer before he even asks. I’m fine,Mulder.She always says that. Not just to him, but to her mother, to her brother, and to herself.
Fine means she’s delicate. Fine means she’s beautiful and elegant. Oh yeah, she’s fine. Mulder’s beginning to think about fine in those terms every time Scully says she’s fine.
She has a big brother, a big sister, and a little brother. She has always been the responsible one; when she was eight years old, Mom had designated her to be the counter. She was to make sure that Bill, Missy, and Charlie did not wander off too far away on family outings. She always stayed close to Mom and kept her eyes on her three siblings.
Bill was not always the square he is now, and Missy could be distracted by ladybugs and kitty cats, but most of all, it was Charlie that was the hardest to keep tabs on—he was attracted to everything shiny and colorful.
