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iknowyuu · 1 year

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late night visit

kdrama! sieun x reader

// reader just wants to see their boyfriend, but it's sooo late. if only there was a way to see each other without reader risking being in danger...

tags: jaw kisses, they cuddle, lots of hugs

note: im thinking about making a taglist for sieun since i've noticed some reoccurring notes (thank you guys omf <333) i tried my best with the fake texts but they look kinda wonky LMFAO IF ANYONE KNOWS ANY GOOD APPS OR WEBSITES, PLS LMKKK 😭

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you frowned at your phone, once again trying to call your boyfriend and confirm his safety, but once again, it rang out then went to voicemail.

luckily, you wouldn’t need to press the call button when you saw your boyfriend standing there, with a plastic bag in his hand. unlocking the door, you quickly dragged him by his sleeve into your home, shutting and locking the door behind him. “OH MY GOSH, where did you go?” you enveloped him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his torso, relishing in the way he instinctively did the same, placing his head near the crook of your neck— something that he wouldn’t have done when you first started dating.

“why didn’t you pick up your phone? you scared me, sieun,” he pulls out his phone from his pocket, only then realizing how many times you tried to call him. “oh,” he places his arm back around you, “i’m sorry. my phone was on silent.”

you sighed and pulled away from him a bit; just enough to see his face. pouting at him, you catch him off guard, quickly leaning forward and place a kiss on his lips, warmth filling your heart when he hides his face by pulling you closer to him, hugging you once more. “it’s okay, i forgive youuu.” you drag out the last syllable, slightly swinging you both from side to side before you pull away. grabbing his hand, you lead him from the hallway to your living room, and don’t think much about finding somewhere comfy to sit while watching television with him, you both always sit in the same spots anyway.

“i bought something for us,” you watch as he digs in the plastic bag before pulling out ramen and your favourite gimbap, placing it on the table. butterflies swarmed in your stomach at his kind gesture, and suddenly you felt very shy. “sieunnn,” you whined at him, hiding your face in your hands. “thank you!!” you smiled. you couldn’t see the tiny grin that appeared on his lips as he stood up, walking a few feet over to your kitchen to prepare the ramen.

time went by, the empty ramen bowl sitting on the table, two sets of chopsticks long forgotten, the empty wrapping paper for the gimbap facing the same fate.

you mumbled something into his collarbone, shifting around in your spot from in between his legs where you sat straddling him from where he leaned back onto couch. “did you say something?” he spoke lowly to you, not wanting to disrupt the calm atmosphere. you lifted your head drowsily, “yeah, i said thank you for coming all the way over here so late.” you tightened your grip around him, moving to leave little butterfly kisses on his jawline before going back to rest your forehead on his shoulder. “i love you.”

he lightly sighed and closed his eyes when he heard your soft snores not soon after, before finally replying to you, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him, “love you too.”

#help i love him #sieun yeon x reader #sieun x reader #sieun yeon imagines #weak hero class 1 fic #weak hero class 1 x reader #weak hero class one x reader #kdrama x reader #kikisficz

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rosainta · 4 months

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“Advice Unmasked: Team Fortress 2”

{Transcript}

Miss Pauling: “Thanks for listening, Spy. I’m sorry if I got a bit melodramatic at the end there.”

Spy: “No problem, ma chère. Remember— these things take time, so just keep aiming to improve yourself.”

Miss Pauling: “Yeah, I… think I can do that.”

Spy: “Good. Now, run along and shoot Scout for me, will you?”

Miss Pauling: “Hah, alright.”

Description: Spy giving his usual high-quality French advice after listening to Miss Pauling vent about work problems.

(Made with a hint of inspiration from the AO3 fic “A Pauling’s Attire” by Lizziefij / elrong, with her wonderful headcanon of Spy and Miss Pauling being somewhat close— specifically stylistically!

Here is the link- go read it when you can. It’s super well-written, professional, and the artwork that goes along with it is just phenomenal!! <3 :

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Started January 28th, 2024 at 1:00AM, Home Finished January 30th, 2024 at 4:45, Home

Art Notes:

This is a gift / apology art for the user @slimsnipes , after them being very kind (and tolerant of my incessant blabber mouth… so sorry about that... 😭) during a stream and helping improve my art skills and motivating me to keep creating!

Please, if you haven’t already, go check them out! They make wonderful art— especially Speeding Bullet-related content!!! >u< — and are just really cool in general, so if you want to be crying in awe for two hours straight (like me…), here’s the person to go to!

As for the artwork, I made it really late at night and really quickly— not because I was rushing but more because I made it during a spontaneous burst of inspiration at 1AM that even my sleepiness couldn't stop. -w-

Probably due to my inability to think straight from the tardy inspo-explosion, I made a mistake when drawing where Spy's ear and jawline ended up being WAYYY closer to his eyes than physically possible. I re-drew it in Markup and covered it up with shading (because I can't be bothered to erase the colouring and rip the paper LOL), and now, aside from the general area and lineart being slightly darker than the rest of his face, you can barely tell there was a change at all!

Plus, it helped improve my colouring a little bit, which was great because that was my initial goal with this drawing in the first place.

This work is not something I'm immensely proud of since there are a lot of flaws with it, like the entire wonky anatomy of Spy, that I feel I could have avoided if I had just made it during the day and... not so randomly... but I'm still going to post it here just to document the experience and take it as a lesson to learn from!

And, again, to reiterate, my standards are pretty low for what I post here-- anything that doesn't look like chicken scratch or scribbles-- because I want to post things that I truly express myself with, so I won't be leaving this one out!

Anyhow, that's about it for this one! Remember to check out slimsnipes and Lizziefij when you can, they are both super talented and they've really shaped the way I create, and I'm sure they'll inspire you too, in the best way possible!

Have a good one, pally~ ^.^

~ Rosain Quivan

Credits: ‘Team Fortress 2’ by Valve, “A Pauling’s Attire” by Lizziefij / elrong, slimsnipes Image source: Rosain Quivan Created by: Rosain Quivan {Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )}

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #art #tf2 art #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 spy #chr: spy #chr: miss pauling #gift #traditional art #artwork #Miss pauling and spy

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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Yes hi yes hi can you please give me a react of f!lone finding out butchs mom died in the vault and he doesn’t show up to class but she is a good person so she goes to find him and ask if he’s ok even though he’s so mean to her

yes! I’ve never played fo3 anywhere past leaving the vault, so that and other peoples works are all of the insight I have on butch’s personality. I’m so sorry if I portray him a little wonky💀😭 this is written under the implication that they don’t like each other

Nosebleed?™︎

She sighed heavily as she opened her textbook, flipping through it as she and the rest of the class waited for Mr. Brotch to make it into the classroom. It was already a few minutes past time for class to start, and Mr. Brotch was always on time. It just made Lone wonder. Not that she was complaining about wasted class time.

And for a while, it seemed like that was all it would be. That is, until Amata came barreling into the room, sliding into the desk in front of Lone and turning on a dime. Her dark ponytail whacked her in the face, but she didn’t even care. Her eyebrows shot sky high and she squeaked, albeit, quietly: “Did you hear?!”

Lone leaned in closer to her best friend, scanning her surprised and worried expression. “No? What’s up?”

“Butch’s mom, she… well, she died,” Amata whispered the statement, but it seemed to be the loudest thing in the room.

“… What?”

“Yeah, heard she drowned in all that vodka,” Amata whispered.

Lone instinctively glanced around, quickly finding Wally Mack and Paul Hannon at the front of the class, acting totally, completely normal. Did they even know? They had to know, Lone decided, why wouldn’t they? Butch would tell them, right? So why were they here and not with him? He was alone now, wasn’t he? He didn’t have any other family? Amata would take a month off of class to be with Lone if anything ever happened to her dad, so… why weren’t Butch’s friends doing the same?

“-Earth to Lone,”

Lone glanced back at Amata, who was still staring at her. “Sorry, what?”

“I said doesn’t that suck. I don’t know what I’d do if my dad died,”

Lone nodded, glancing back at Wally Mack and Paul Hannon in their stupid jackets. They’d wear the symbol of their group but not waste their time being there for one of them?

Surely Lone was overthinking. They probably didn’t even know. How did Amata even know?

“Where did you hear all of this?” Lone questioned. Amata cocked her head to the side, chuckling.

“My dads the overseer, or did you forget? Plus, my dads out in the hall telling Mr. Brotch,”

Oh, right. The overseer.

Lone glanced around the room warily.

“Where’s Butch?”

Amata looked at her best friend, calculating, questioning with her eyes. “I don’t know, probably holed up in his room. Why?”

“By himself?”

Amata furrowed her brow. “I mean, the rest of his social group is here, so I’d assume. Unless one of the adults is in there with him.”

“You think one is?”

“Probably not. The only other one the least bit qualified to handle any of this is your dad, and I just saw him,” Amata stated, brushing some fallen hair out of her face. “Why?”

“I mean… it kinda sucks for him to be alone, doesn’t it?” Lone questioned, glancing anxiously at the door. Her leg was bouncing underneath the desks. Amata glanced down at it.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re thinking of going. Butch DeLoria is a mega-douchebag, Lone, especially to us. He’d probably just curse you right back out the door anyways,” Her best friend reasoned. “I know you like to play the role of the vaults resident nicey-nice, but Butch is not someone to pity.”

Lone scoffed. “This isn’t a little misfortune, Amata. Trust me, if it was, I’d laugh. His mother just died.”

“I know that, but… look, even if Butch lets you be all nicey-nice for a minute, he’ll never let you live it down. You’re loading his gun,”

Lone snickered. “If Butch DeLoria lets me be nicey-nice without his arrogance getting in the way? He’s loading mine, too.”

Amata sighed, running a hand over her face. “I won’t stop you, but I think you’ll regret it.”

Lone glanced around again. Where was Mr. Brotch? Oh, right, in the hallway with Amata’s dad.

Lone couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing as she thought over everything in her head. If she went, she’d probably just get a lifetime supply of embarrassment. But if she didn’t, if he was left alone, what if he wasn’t okay? What if he needed someone right then and she didn’t go? As much as she disliked Butch DeLoria, she couldn’t help but feel for him. And as rude as he was, she couldn’t shake the fact that everything inside of her was telling her to go. After all, most mean people have sucky circumstances that make them mean. So was he even a bad guy? The answer was obviously yes. Or was it?

“Wish me luck,” Lone muttered, leaving her textbook on the desk and rising from the seat.

“Seriously?” Amata questioned, shaking her head. “Well, if you come back with a bloody nose, I’ll say I told you so!”

Lone shook her head as she made her way into the hall. She spotted Mr. Brotch and The Overseer speaking in an adjacent hall, so they’d be easy enough to tip-toe by. She couldn’t help but listen in to their conversation as she passed.

“-don’t know. He’s a sixteen year old trouble child. I’m not sure who’d be open to taking him in,”

“-but you aren’t just gonna leave him alone, are you?”

“He’s practically been raising himself all these years anyhow. It might be less stressful for him to work through it alone instead of throwing him into another family setting,”

“But he’s a child-“

Their voices faded as Lone got farther away from them. They were thinking about putting Butch with another family? Butch? As much as she felt for him, she agreed that there probably wasn’t a soul in the vault who’d agree to taking in Butch DeLoria.

She weaseled her way down toward the residential area, into the deeper parts of the vault. Was she really doing this? Going to speak to Butch DeLoria, willingly? She didn’t think about it much because she knew she’d change her mind. She just needed to do it.

So, she exhaled heavily when she stopped at his door. God, she couldn’t believe she was going through with this. But, would she want to be alone if her dad died? Even if Butch was the one who showed up? No.

With a deep breath, she gently rapped her knuckles against the door.

It took a few seconds for him to answer — during which she was rethinking all of her life’s choices — but the door eventually slid open.

Butch looked… normal. He was still wearing his jacket, still has his hair all greased up and perfect. Even the judgmental look he gave her was the same as normal.

“What do you want?” He asked, disappearing from the doorway but leaving it open so she could speak. She stepped forward a tiny bit so she could see him trail over to a couch and sit down on it.

“I was coming to see if you’re… okay. I noticed Wally and Paul weren’t doing such a great job at it,”

Butch inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Yeah, I’m all fine and dandy. You can go now.”

Lone shifted on her feet. “Oh, okay. I’m… sorry about your mom.”

“Me, too,” He replied nonchalantly, propping his elbow on the arm of the sofa and resting his forehead on it.

“Do you need anything?” She continued.

“Sure, I need lots of things, but your pity isn’t one of them,” He hissed, eyeing her from the couch with narrowed eyes. His words were dripping with so much venom that she suddenly understood why he called himself a snake. “Why’re you really here? Recon so you and Amata can laugh at me later?”

Lone’s mouth fell open. “I’m not- I don’t-“

“Just get out, yeah?”

Lone sighed heavily. Amata was right. “I’m not here to make fun of you. That’s your thing, not mine. I just thought you might not want to be alone. Obviously I was wrong.”

She huffed, turning on her heel to head back out the door. She knew she shouldn’t have come. What was she thinking? That it’d be all fine and dandy and he’d have a holly jolly time? Amata was right. She needed to get a grip on this nicey-nice stuff before it came back to haunt her.

Just as she crossed the threshold to the hallway, Butch’s voice came again: “Paul and Wally don’t know.”

She froze, pivoting on her heel back towards the door. She glanced inside. “They don’t?”

Butch shifted on the couch, crossing his legs. “I was trying to keep the number of people knowing to a minimum, and they can’t keep their meatheads shut.”

Lone took another step forward, watching his face to determine her next move. He didn’t say anything, so she stepped again.

“Want me to close the door?”

“Don’t care, nosebleed. If Amata told you, it’s only a matter of time before everyone else knows. She’s always been into handing my personal information out around the vault like Halloween candy.”

Lone sighed and turned backwards, pressing the button to close the door. It slid shut and clicked. He was right, about Amata. She’d told the entire class his mom was a drunk two years ago when he’d insulted her particularly grossly.

“Is there… anything you wanna talk about, or do? Maybe take your mind off of everything?” She asked, stepping forward again. She was thinking about making a move for the seat next to him, but she wasn’t that confident yet. “I can get a board game or something. Or we can just… talk. Up to you.”

“You are trying way too hard to be helpful and it’s making me nauseous. Just sit down,” He ordered. Lone shut her mouth and obeyed, taking a seat to his left and pressing herself against the farthest arm of the couch. Well, she was in the room, so that was a start, right? Right?

They fell silent for a solid five minutes. It felt like a year and Lone quietly wished she was dead for all of it.

“Your moms dead, isn’t she?” Butch asked suddenly. Lone glanced over at him, brows knitted together.

“You definitely know how to start a conversation,” She shook her head. “But yeah — died in childbirth.”

“Do you blame yourself?” He continued. She scanned his face, trying to read it for what in the world he was after, but there was a glint of genuineness in his icy eyes that she’d never seen before, and she didn’t want to lose it by being sarcastic.

“Uh, sometimes,” She replied, glancing down at her hands for a second. “I mean, it wasn’t really my fault but it feels like it, y’know?”

He stayed quiet for a few moments, looking across the room at nothing in particular. “How do you… make that go away? The guilt?”

Lone looked back up at him, her chest tightening as she suddenly understood what this was about.

“You’re… not the reason your mom died, Butch,”

He turned his head away from her. “She was getting better with the drinking, she really was. But it started again when she sobered up enough to realize what I was up to. Who I am.”

Lone’s voice went deathly soft. “It’s not your fault.”

“You don’t know that,” He muttered.

“I know that your mom was coherent enough to make her own choices. You can’t take responsibility for other people’s actions, you just can’t,” Lone tried. “Everyone has free will, you can’t make anyone do anything. They choose it themselves.”

“Why does it feel like it was all my fault, then?” He finally looked back over at her, and her breath hitched in her throat when she saw glossy, crystal clear tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. Hers immediately started to burn, but she blinked it away.

“You’re… taking too much responsibility,” She stated, looking away at the same time he did. “It isn’t gonna get you anywhere other than exactly where she was. You just need to… let yourself understand that it wasn’t you, it was her.”

He sighed, shakily. “But she did it because of me.”

“That was her choice to make,” Lone stated, carefully reaching over and resting a hand on the shoulder of Butch’s leather jacket. He didn’t move away like she thought he would. “Just let it sink in. It was her choice.”

He let out another shaky breath, accompanied by a few tears rolling down his face. Lone didn’t say anything about them, only rubbed his shoulder the slightest bit, sympathy painted across her features. This was a situation she never thought she’d be in. Ever.

“Why are you here? Helping me?” He asked suddenly. She didn’t move her hand.

“Because you’re hurting, and I’m not just gonna leave you to do it alone. Even the infamous Butch DeLoria needs someone he can lean on,” She explained, but he didn’t look at her. “I know what it feels like to lose your mom. And I didn’t want you to go through it alone.”

He sucked in another breath. “What am I gonna do now? I don’t have anybody.”

Lone scooter the slightest bit toward him, moving her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t say I was leaving anytime soon.”

As soon as her hand was there, it hardly took any force to pull him into her because he was already on the way. She held her breath for a moment, because Butch DeLoria was seriously crying on her right now, Butch DeLoria. She could feel his shoulders trembling and his head was really warm on her shoulder. But she settled soon enough, rubbing his back lightly.

He would definitely be back to calling her Nosebleed in no time, and frankly, she wouldn’t mind as much.

#butch deloria #butch fo3 #fo3 butch #butch deloria x lone wanderer #butch deloria fo3 #fo3 companions #fallout 3 #lone wanderer #fo3

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x-authorship-x · 1 year

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HOLY SHIT HI KOTO ANON!!! UR ASKS R LIKE… SUPER COOL. Anyways this ask is unrelated w/ koto-anons ask, i just think they’re cool,,,

anyways, more shiobi brainrot and expanding on my last ask abt kakashi because oh my fucking god, these bitches make me so fucking sad. (also the fucking naruto timeline makes my head hurt so fuck the timeline!)

Ever since he was little, Obito would always make up stories about his team in a fairytale-esk way. For example: “the white wolf who's always a stickler for rules!” and “how he saved a princess!” (this is kinda relevant idk– i wanted to include this part into the confrontation but things just don't work out)

Later on, Obito would die during THE mission– with shisui’s genin team dying within the same month. Shisui was well, inconsolable. That doesn’t help with the fact that the Uchiha clan is now looking at him with those eyes and– obito-nii please. I'm scared. please come back… – and how he’s now treated as a weapon.

Then boom Inoichi and Shisui bonding time. (more like therapy sessions but shhh…)

During this time, Shisui has never seen Kakashi ever since Obito’s death. And with the rumors of Kakashi being well… a friend killer. Uhm. yikes.

Later on in his life, he was well recruited into anbu– he saw like kakashi in his hound mode (kakashi’s inner thoughts: oh god oh fuck– OBITO’S LITTLE BROTHER. IS IN FUCKING ANBU. FUCK. (kakashi’s a mess and i love him))

He passes yada yada. Skipping to Kakashi’s and Shisui’s confrontation–

“S–Shisui...?” and just like that, the air within Shisui’s lungs [just evaporates.] He knew that voice– no, he knows that voice. [smth smth about being obito’s teammate)

His mind is clouded with denial, grief, and.. and..

… and anger. [so so so much anger boils inside Shisui]. He wanted to yell why Obito died instead of him. He wanted to sob into him knowing that his older brother’s death didn’t go to waste and how he knew he cared way too much about his teammates and and– He wanted to attack Kakashi right there and then because how dare he–!

He… … feels a lot of things about Kakashi and it takes [his entire willpower to not contort his face.] “... I hate you so much,” He blurted with [such venom in his voice]. He knows he shouldn’t let his anger get the better of him– he knows it isn’t kakashi’s fault but… feelings are so so irrational, aren’t they?

Hou– Kakashi [took a step back– no, backpedaled.] and and … fuck.

“I’m… For what it’s worth, I’m.. I’m sorry,” Kakashi said, his voice hitching. “Sorries won’t bring Obito back.” He spat, before walking away from him.

Ok so, i cannot believe i actually wrote that WHOOPS. Is Shisui a bit ooc? Maybe but shh! Anyways! After that, they both tip toed towards each other before they decide to actually get to know each other and bond through the trauma they both went through.

Shisui never knew how Obito truly died just that he knew that Kakashi had Obito’s eyes (and for all that he hated Kakashi, he knew he wasn’t a bloodline thief.) and then boom trauma bonding then boom Shisui died presumeably from suicide. (which uh… not the best move Shisui)

Kakashi just went straight to grieving mode because he lost the last connection to Obito and spent his life devoted to protecting Naruto because he isn’t gonna lose another precious person of his.

This is just a rough idea, my daydreams are wayyy more in depth but i need to get this outta my system lol.

It is currently 11 pm. I think I have a problem with asking during ungodly hours <3 ALSO IF ANYONE ELSE WANNA WRITE ABT THIS… PLS DO. I DON’T HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE 😭

- N

N-anon 🤝 me, star struck for Koto-anon lmao

This ask is a feat! I'm so impressed, let me try to respond systematically

Fuck the Narutoverse timeline? Fuck the Narutoverse timeline! I spent three days in 2021 trying to make it make sense and then i just gave up and built my own timeline (hence some wonky ages, most notably Shisui) 😅 it was waaaaaay too long for my AO3 A/Ns (not because i thought so, c'mon i don't shut up, but because it literally went over word limit) so...idk if people are interested, I could talk about it more on here???

Honestly the fairytale element just makes me desperately want a fantasy, magical, or even an InkHeart AU 🥺

Honestly, I'm not sure it IS OOC because, let's be honest, Shisui probably has a fair bit of repressed anger and he probably (ironically) would have some feelings about eye implants so writing a scene/fic where Shisui flips his tits at Kakashi just sounds cathartic to me! I can't believe you wrote honest to God dialogue in my askbox, I'm very honoured (genuinely, this takes time) ✨

This sounds like a great wip idea! If it ever hits the page (I'm not sure my askbox counts?) then please link me!

❤️

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #n-anon #koto-anon #shisui #kakashi #mangekyou shenanigans #one eye shiobi bros #shiobi bros #obito

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kelliealtogether · 2 years

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2, 4, 5, 6 for a question of space and smbts if it is ok to do that lol

That is totally okay, Anon! Two for the price of one! 🥰

A Question of Space 🚀

2: What scene did you first put down?

"The scene" for this fic, the reason why I wrote it at all, was when they floated in zero-G and kissed, however, the first scene I actually wrote for A Question of Space was when Ronan finds out Adam's a cyborg.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

So much of the dialogue in this fic was fun to write. It's hard to just pick one line/conversation. But I always like taking bits of canon and bending them a little to fit the fic, and I like this part a lot:

Ronan had rigged a supply dolly with a series of strong magnets he’d reversed the poles on. He’d attached an old exhaust fan to the bottom of it, creating a rudimentary hoverboard. Then he’d found Parrish.

Parrish looked from the descent pod he was inspecting to the rigged up dolly to Ronan. “I’ll pass. I appreciate my limbs and their usability. Blue’s only a passable med tech when someone gets cut, not broken.”

“Parrish, get on.”

“Lynch.”

“Live a little. It’s a feat of engineering.”

“That’s not a feat of engineering. That’s a safety hazard.”

5: What part was hardest to write?

The courtroom scene, because I kept tearing up. I legit do not cry ever. When reading, when writing, when watching movies. I am a robot. My eyes are deserts. But writing the courtroom scene, I kept getting so emo. In canon, we get that scene from Adam's perspective. But in courtroom scene iteration in the fic, it's from Ronan's POV after doing all this work to find a loophole to get Adam out of being shot off into space and they might be too late and just... 😭😭😭 The whole time.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

It's in space? I don't know with one. I wanted to write a space fic, so I did. The only think I can think of it that I don't really have "messages" in my fics, but this one kind of has a whole "bureaucracy sucks" thing going for it. I don't know, anon! I just write them because I have fun writing them! I leave it to you guys to tell me if they're special or different.

Sore Must Be the Storm 🌧

2: What scene did you first put down?

Their initial meeting, which will be in chapter ten! SMBTS has been written (so far), chronologically, with the exception of their reunion (also in chapter ten). I started with when they first met, then progressed through their budding relationship, until the point where communication was lost, then started writing how they make it back together. It's just posted in the wonky way I've posted it with the past/present thing going on in every chapter.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

This one isn't too dialogue heavy, and I haven't written them being too snarky with one another because they're a little older in the fic and I wanted to wear that down a little. This is an upcoming bit in chapter eight that I really like:

When Ronan gets a surreptitious photo of a grow operation, like Adam’s phone was slid from his pocket just enough for his camera to take the photo, Ronan calls Adam almost immediately. The call rolls to voicemail, but Adam calls back a short while later. “Sorry, I was finishing a site tour. I’m driving home now so I’m all yours.”

“Was that pot?” Ronan desperately wants to switch the call to FaceTime so he can see the California sun illuminating Adam as he drives.

“It’s called cannabis.” Ronan can hear Adam’s smirk through the phone. “They’re farmers, too. Sometimes they need our help. Usually it’s just the legal team, but I got to tag along this time.”

5: What part was hardest to write?

The part that is hardest to write is getting Ronan the hell out of Ilidorin...

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

The structure of it! I really wanted to try something I hadn't seen in a fic, and I hadn't seen anything where there's the backwards-forwards of the timeline chapter-over-chapter. Because it's really not flashbacks, it's the same story happening in two different directions. I described it once as kind of a half-Cloud Atlas, if that makes any sense at all.

[Ask game.]

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lale-txt · 2 years

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Hi Lale💖 How have you been doing today?

I’m not sure if that has been done already(if so I’m sorry, I just thought it would be funny😭) but could we please have some hc’s featuring a sex related accident or accidents with our beloved Dark King, Rayleigh? Surely someone who’s been around as long as he has probably had some moments👀

Thank you💕

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❌ (nsfw) sex related accidents w/ Rayleigh (& gn!reader, Roger + Shakky... he likes to fuck ok)

big flirt that he is, Rayleigh has had lots of sex in his life, hot and steamy, but also messy and chaotic often, making the most memorable acts often the ones where things went off the rails a bit

there was this one time where you shared a hotel room with a beautiful wooden four-poster bed. it looked massive and maybe it was, but not enough to withhold Rayleigh pounding you in the mattress, making the whole thing fall apart while you were doing the deed

when it happened, one of the posts hit Rayleigh on the back of his head, almost knocking him out unconscious

you continued fucking on the floor, high from the adrenaline, only to be disrupted by a worried Roger kicking in the door to your room because he heard the sounds and was worried

“could you leave? we’re in the middle of something” – “Rayleigh, you are bleeding” – “i still have enough blood where it needs to be right now, so…”

speaking of Roger… a story that often gets told when the booze was loose on the Oro Jackson: one time when Roger and Rayleigh were banging in the shower, underestimating how slippery things could get there

they slip and fell, taking the whole shower curtain with them as they shrieked, starting the rumor that that’s how Rayleigh got his scar over his right eye (he never confirmed nor denied it)

from then on, shower sex was forbidden on the Oro Jackson except when you were wearing pool shoes

everyone knew what was about to happen when they heard the sound of flip flops approaching

one time, another wonky hotel room bed, the two of you thought you were being clever. why destroy another poor piece of furniture when there was a perfectly fine rug in the middle of the room?

you had never heard of rug burns before but you now learned the hard way what they felt like and where the name came from

on top of that, it was also the night were things got so messy you both got cum in the eye, yelling and groaning at each other as you stumbled to the bathroom and knocked an antique vase over

again, Roger bursting in into your room (this man doesn’t know how to knock nor does he grasp the concept of privacy), asking if everything was okay and in the end helped you both with cleaning yourselves, his loud laughter bouncing off the bathroom walls

you once set up a ménage à trois with Rayleigh and Shakky, unaware that they know each other (you told both that there was someone you would love to introduce them to)

“y/n. that’s literally my wife.” “so you were the young thing he spends so much time with lately.”

things got less awkward after some booze and things get steamy, only for the night to end with them bringing you to the emergency room because you slipped on some lube on the floor as you were trying to put on the harness for your strap on and knocked yourself out on a dresser

the doctor with the bright yellow hair (it reminded you of a pineapple) took down the notes about the accident without blinking, but musters Rayleigh and straight up asks if he had recovered properly from his glory hole accident last month

he did and just shrugs when you and Shakky give him a questioning look, he won’t spill all of his secrets

in conclusion: accidents are inevitable but won’t bother him that much with the right people by his side who will laugh with him through the mess and climb him again anyway

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