#(Deserved honestly. Proud to have made it as far as we have. See you around the comp! ❤)

[adorawritesalot]

The Cafe

hi everyone! my first ever kpop one-shot (and my longest one ever)! spare me pls

pairing: widowed father!bangchan x cafe owner!fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of death, about five curse words, two idiots in love, overthinking, the L word, lmk if i missed anything

STORY UNDER THE CUT

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Chan was a regular at your cafe. And by regular you mean he comes by every day, 3:12 pm sharp. You would be stupid not to notice him; he’s too beautiful for his own good. His dark brown curls rested peacefully on his forehead, blissfully unaware of the effect they had on you, and his chiselled jaw looked like it could cut through diamonds. It didn’t matter if he was wearing a T-shirt or a coat, you could see his well-built body even through his clothes. He just looked so dreamy to you, and maybe that’s why you were thinking about him on your Sunday shift. One of the two days that he doesn’t come by the cafe. It was hard to wake up at the ass crack of dawn at the weekends long before Chan started going to your cafe. But ever since he first showed up in a black sweater and his hair unruly, asking for an iced americano to-go, waking up for your weekend shifts was even harder.  

“You need a coffee.” 

Snapping your head up quickly, you smiled at your friend tiredly, “Thanks, Hwa. Just what a girl needs at 9 am on a Sunday.” You quickly started making his drink to wake up at least just a little bit. 

“I’m just saying,” he shrugged, “you probably haven’t gotten many customers anyway. Had a long night?”  

You turned around with a fake scandalised look on your face, making him laugh. “You make me laugh, Park Seonghwa. I have a child to take care of!” you cried out jokingly, flailing your hands around. It made him look around the cafe and ponder on how far you’ve come. He had known you for quite some time now, meeting you at one of the many college parties his friends dragged him to. Back then this cafe was real only in your imagination, and he can remember the mental picture of the cafe he had when you first told him about your dream quite well, seeing as it was standing right in front of him. Well, besides the autumn decorations on every surface imaginable. He felt proud of you, and he would come to this cafe even if the coffee sucked. 

“I know, babe, but don’t you think you deserve to at least go on a date? And before you say something,” he put a finger up, making you turn back around, “maybe you can ask a hot customer, ‘cause I know damn well you don’t go anywhere else than your flat and the cafe,” he looked at the back of your head pointedly. 

You keep your eyes trained on the coffee in front of you as you think of a certain customer. Obviously, you’ve thought about asking him out, but what if he was taken? He looked to be older than you, and honestly, it would be a crime to leave that man single. And the second problem was even worse; you couldn’t, for the life of you, function properly when he was just on the other side of the counter. Yes, that may be because you haven’t felt the touch of another human being in quite some time, but you told yourself that it was just because of his stunning looks to keep your sanity.  

“Your coffee’s ready,” you turned around, smiling at him sarcastically. 

“You really don’t wanna talk about it, huh?”  

“No, not really.” 

He looked at you plainly in silence before softening up. “Just hit me up once something happens, please. Or even when nothing happens. You know that our door is always open for you, y/n.” 

“Of course, Hwa. We still have to plan the sleepover, anyway. Now shoo before the Sunday brunchers start coming,” you laughed, and it made him check his watch. 

“Oh god, I left Wooyoung in the car alone for fifteen minutes.” 

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3pm on an October Sunday had never felt as good as that day. Cleaning tables after a long day of being alone at the cafe mixed with your playlist playing softly in the background sounded like music to your ears. Even though it wasn’t by far the busiest day that the cafe had lived through, it felt like it. Your Sunday part-time worker texted you yesterday evening that he got the flu and could barely even stand up, so you told him to get well soon and then cried for an hour, like the responsible boss you are. 

After you finished cleaning up, you set the cleaning timer on all coffee machines to 4pm, turned off all the lights, put on your coat and grabbed your stuff. Stopping the music, you looked at your phone, only to see 3:10pm written on it. That means you can still catch the earlier bus without running to the bus stop and then start that series you’ve been itching to watch half an hour earlier. You add a little skip into your walk to the door, opening it. Just as you stepped out, a body stepped right in front of you. Yelping, you step back slightly, looking up at the stranger who wanted to come into the cafe, only to find Chan standing right in front of you, in that black sweater of his that you saw him in for the first time. 

He took a step back. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” 

You nodded at him with a laugh, “yeah, of course. I’m sorry, too. You just really scared me.” 

He then looked at your hand, which was holding the keys to the cafe, and then inside the building behind you, seeing the lights off. His expression falls and a little frown makes its way onto his face instead. “You’re closing? I thought you were here ‘till 5 today.” 

Your expression fell too, “oh my god. I forgot to put up the autumn schedule on Google,” he giggled a little at your expression, “in autumn and winter, we close at 3pm on Sundays. I’m so sorry, this is totally my fault. Do you still want coffee? The machines are not going to start the cleaning process until 4, anyway.” 

He interrupted you with a laugh, “you really don’t have to apologise, it’s nothing. But, um,” there was some hesitation in his voice, “but would you, maybe, no pressure, really, I don’t want you to feel like you have to, um.” He looked down at his feet and then back up at you with a nervous smile. “Would you want to go somewhere? With me. If you’re not busy, obviously.” 

You laughed out of shock, “Oh, um. What? I mean, really?” He smiled, his dimples on display, and nodded.  

“Yeah, sure. Sure, I would love to.” Were you dreaming? “Do you want to go in, then? O-or-” 

“No, no, I was thinking maybe, um, get street food and just go to the park around the corner? Because I don’t want you to spend time making something? Actually, scratch that, that’s just plain and stupid, maybe I should plan something fancier,” rambled Chan, combing his hand through his hair. 

“No, I think that sounds good,” you said, maybe a little too quickly, “I mean, uh, yeah. Sure, sounds good. Perfect, even.” 

“Okay!” There was that smile with the dimples. 

“Okay,” you smiled up at him sweetly, “oh!” Turning around, you locked the door quickly before turning around. “Shall we, then?” 

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The food wasn’t necessarily good, but you would honestly eat worse if it meant you could spend more time with Chan. You were sat on a bench, a first date friendly distance between your bodies. You’ve gotten to know random things about him in the past hour and a half; he is 30, just seven years older than you. You also found out that he works in the local firm that’s ten minutes away from the cafe, which is why he comes to the cafe at the same time every day, and that he likes to make music with his friends. What mattered to you more, though, was how attentive and awfully nice he was. Paying for your food, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, and actually listening to what you had to say came to him naturally.  

“I’m sorry, y/n, but I’ve gotta be somewhere at 5, so I’ll have to go,” he exclaimed after laughing at your previous statement. His words made you check the time on your phone, seeing that it was, in fact, nearing 5pm.  

“Oh, wow, I didn’t even notice it was already 5. Time flies by when you’re having fun, I guess,” you giggle at the hopeful look in his eyes once you said you had fun. 

“I had fun today, too, y/n. I’m glad you had time for me. I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a while now, and I’m happy I finally managed to do it. You’re a great person and even better company,” he stood up and look at his feet, red tinting his ears. 

“Chan,” you started, also standing up, “could I get your number before you go?”  

He looked back up at you for the second time that day. He thought you wouldn’t want anything more with him, maybe just chatting when he gets his coffee, but that’s about it. He let his insecurities cloud his judgement. He thought you were the one who saved this date from being a complete disaster, not knowing that this was the sweetest date you have ever been on. 

Maybe this whole dating thing isn’t as hard as he remembered it to be. Or maybe it’s just your presence that’s making it easier for him. He doesn’t know, but he thinks exchanging numbers with you could be a good idea. 

And as you part ways with him, he waves at you with a giddy smile, dialling the 3racha group chat. You wave at him with a giggle and a bright smile, calling Seonghwa quickly.  

“You won’t fucking believe what just happened.” 

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It’s been almost a month since your first date with Chan. And to be honest, you were in deep. You have been texting him almost all the time, and every time he would come by the cafe, he would stay a little longer, just to see you smile. You’ve gone on different dates in the past month, but your favourites were probably the museum and the aquarium date. 

But today marks the day of the biggest, and in your opinion the most important, date so far. You will be going to a respectable restaurant, dressed in your finest clothes. Seonghwa told you, that he thinks Chan might finally ask you to be his girlfriend, something you aren’t too sure of. Sure, you’ve fallen for him, and you would love to think he’s in the same predicament as you, but your overthinking mind cannot help but worry.  

Especially since he texted you at half past ten in the morning that he can’t go on a date today, because his work will probably keep him busy until late at night. So, you texted him that you understand and that you hope he doesn’t stay in too late, and then took a break to cry in the breakroom. Your mind was screaming at you from every corner of your brain. Why are you crying over this? It’s nothing personal, you’re sure, Chan wouldn’t do that to you, but you can’t help but worry. What if you are just another girl to him, while he is the main topic of your conversations with your best friend? 

Trying to push those thoughts away, you got up from the floor and cleaned up.   

At least your part-time worker doesn’t have to close by herself, you tell yourself to feel better about this whole thing. 

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Chan felt like an asshole. He accidentally put his daughter’s recital on Saturday instead of Friday in his calendar, so he made plans with you. Turns out, the recital is, in fact, not on Saturday. His daughter was talking about it all the way to the kindergarten, all while he was silently cussing himself out. What is he supposed to tell you? Oh god, what if Jisung and Changbin can't come today? Nari would probably stop functioning if she saw two empty seats next to Chan. And then her teacher, who already didn’t like Nari for some reason, would be mad at her. This was bad. 

Then he remembers that he’s talking about Changbin and Jisung, the two guys who were by his side every step of the way. They wouldn’t miss Nari’s recital for the world. 

You, on the other hand? He was planning on telling you everything today at dinner; from his daughter to his feelings for you. And now he had to call off the date. Driving to work had never seemed this long. His mind was running through all the possibilities. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he should’ve told you sooner. Chan was just too scared to say anything. You were probably the best thing that’s happened to him ever since the death of Nari’s mum. What would he do if he fucked this up, too? 

Brushing it away as best as he could, he texts you that he won’t be able to make it to the date due to work and that he’s sorry. Because he truly was, and all he could do was hope that you wouldn’t take anything personally. 

Thankfully, his day at work went by quickly. Nothing out of the ordinary popped up, and so he could leave peacefully at 3 pm. He really wanted to see your smile and get coffee, but he knew he couldn’t, so he drove past the cafe to Jisung’s place, where he would be picking him up. Thankfully, Jisung lived quite close, so the drive didn’t take too long. Chan pulled up to his friend’s house like he had a million times before, unlocking the car as he saw Jisung standing there. 

“Hey, Chan,” he greeted enthusiastically, receiving a greeting back, “you excited?” 

“Hell yeah. This is Nari’s biggest recital so far. I just hope everything goes well.” 

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“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, sorry,” he muttered as he passed people to get to their chairs. 

Changbin looked at all the parents around them, “Gods, when did these people even get here? I thought we were gonna be the first ones here.” He received an enthusiastic nod from Jisung. 

“Well, we were, but then Channie hyung just had to talk to Nari’s teacher,” Jisung rolled his eyes jokingly. 

“Sorry I care about my daughter.” 

A beat of silence passed through the group. Changbin and Jisung held eye contact with raised eyebrows until Jisung averted his eyes to look at Chan, “you okay?” 

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” 

All three of them knew he was fucked with that response. 

“Is this about y/n?” Changbin asked, already knowing the answer. 

The lights started to dim, “we’ll talk once the recital ends.” 

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He stood up, clapping proudly as he looked at his daughter. She waved at him with the biggest smile on her little face, and he knew he had to make things right. He turned to Jisung. “Could you go to Nari? I have to talk with Bin.” 

Jisung nodded sombrely, seeing as he wanted to hear this conversation, but ran off happily to his niece.  

Changbin sighed, “so, what did you do?” 

And so, Chan tells him. Changbin knew that he hadn’t told you about Nari, but he didn’t know Chan wanted to tell you today. Chan tells him how he lied to you, and how it’s slowly eating away at his conscience. And mainly, he tells him, “I don’t want to love her, Bin. I don’t like what that means to me.” 

“What do you think it means, Chris?” 

“It means I have something to lose again, and I’m not strong enough for that anymore,” he whispers harshly. 

“Well, if I can, I’ll tell you what I think it means,” Changbin started, “I think that means having someone who can help you bear all your problems. It means having someone who is here for you all the time. But mainly, it means having someone who loves you unconditionally, Chris. And from what you’ve told me, she’s great at all of these things. And she would probably be great with Nari, too. Nari would love her,” he paused, wondering if he should say it, “Nari will love her. But you gotta let her.” 

“But, Bin,” Chan tried to reason. 

“We both know she would want you to be happy. And if that means being with y/n, which I personally think it means, then she would want you to be with her.” 

Chan finally looked back up from his shoes to his friend. Chan knew he was right. Changbin was always right. But what about you? Would you even want him? 

“Stop overthinking and go tell her how you feel, please. I’ll cry if you don’t,” Changbin joked. 

“But Nari-” Chan began, only to get interrupted. 

“We’ll take her home. Go make things right,” he replied, pushing Chan to the entrance of the building. Chan only smiled before he took off, taking long strides to his car. 

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You sighed as you wiped down the last table. It was almost 5 pm, which meant you were closing for the day. It wasn’t your normal schedule, but it was the annual maintenance day, so your customers knew about this.  

All you wanted right now was a tub of ice cream, a cheesy romance movie to make you feel even worse, and three boxes of tissues to cry into. You knew this was stupid to cry about; after all, it was just a cancelled date. But what if this was just one out of many? Maybe he just didn’t want you anymore, or he never wanted you in the first place. 

And maybe you could just cry over a man on a random Friday night. 

You stopped the playlist sombrely, turned off the lights, and grabbed your things, seeing it was eleven minutes past five. You were supposed to be sitting in the best restaurant in the city right now. 

A ring of the bell above the cafe’s door interrupted our train of thought. “Sorry, we’re closed for the day,” you turned around, only to see him standing there, dressed in that damned black sweater of his. 

“Chan,” you breathed out, “what are you doing here?” 

Chan froze for a second. He was finally here, after sitting in the traffic for ten minutes. He had plenty of time to think about what he was going to say and do. Problem was that he forgot all of it the moment he saw you. And so, his heart took over. He took quick steps towards you. He stopped just short of you.  

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I need to tell you so much, but first I want to apologise. I haven’t been truthful with you in every aspect and,” he took a breath,” I’m just so sorry. Could we sit down?” 

And as he told you about his late wife and his daughter Nari in one of the cafe’s booths, you felt like a complete asshole for overthinking this. Of course he didn’t tell you, dumbass. You wouldn’t tell yourself either. A few minutes of silence were all it took for you to realise what Chan had just said. 

“Chan,” you started, trying to find the right words as you stood up, “be honest with me right now, please. Do you see this thing between us going somewhere serious? I get that you lost your wife a few years ago, and I’m really sorry to hear that. And I get that you have a daughter, so you probably won’t want her to meet me this soon or anything, but-” 

He kissed you. 

He kissed you, and it felt like all the tension from your shoulders fell right between the two of you and then dissipated into thin air. His kiss felt like a breath of fresh air although you were losing your breath slowly, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your hands found their way around his neck as his hands traced your waist, bringing you even closer. 

You then parted; you were both breathing heavily, but Chan’s face had that dimpled smile you’d fallen for.  

“I’m sorry, I just had to shut you up, y/n,” he giggled, “I do see this going somewhere and I do want you to meet Nari as soon as possible, because I don’t think I can handle another day without letting you know I love you. I love you, y/n.” 

The smile you had on your face could probably brighten any of Chan’s dark days, and he just wanted to kiss you again. 

“I love you, too, Chan.” 

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THANK YOU for reading! friendly reminder that my asks are open!

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#chan is a sweetheart #just a puppy #bless him #chan is a girl dad #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #seonghwa #wooyoung #ateez mentioned #bangchan x y/n #bangchan x you #cafe owner au

[swiftsdelucaa]

❛ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Andrew DeLuca x reader ♡

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: I mean, what can we say about two idiots in love? Things become always so complicated

𝘼/𝙣: Fuck the block writing, finally this girl is avaible to post fics again :)

"Okay, listen to me, I'm your boss, so you don't have to do anything stupid or wrong, otherwise your faults will go to me, and I honestly don't want to bother with your troubles or take responsibility as if you were children" you kept walking in the corridors of the hospital while the group of interns followed you running like a herd. "In this hospital you are totally useless, your job is just to follow orders and respect the rules, understood?" you turned towards them stopping suddenly and causing some of them to collide.

"If you don't follow the rules you will not only be fired, but the chief of surgery and I will also be able to kill you with our own hands" you looked at them crossing your arms, and one of them chuckled.

"I'm sorry, this make you laugh?" you looked at the boy rather menacingly.

"Absolutely no ma'am"

"Don't call me ma'am, I feel old"

"Sure ma'a- emh- doctor l/n" you huffed before turning towards the counter. You still felt all those eyes directed at you, so you turned around again.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" they all split up going to different parts like they were scared puppies. It was so satisfying.

Thinking that next year you'd be an attending made you so proud, you worked so hard to get this far, and now you were also the chief resident.

"Wow, you're scary" you heard a voice coming from next to you, and when you looked up you saw Andrew smiling at you.

"Really?"

“No” he chuckled earning a pat on the arm from you.

"Oh hey why don't you go back three years so I can boss you around like those idiots" you suggested sarcastically.

"I think I'm ok like this, but I was joking, you deserved this work Y/n" you smiled at him looking down, meeting his eyes would make you feel like a 14 year old girl, and it was so stupid.

Okay here's the situation, you're in love with Andrew, and for quite a while, but you've never been able to figure out how he felt about you. When Andrew started working here you were already in your second year, but you immediately became friends, you were always there for each other. And recently, these strange or tense moments were starting to build up between you.

So there were two possibilities: either he is an idiot and he didn't realize that you fell in love with him, which is very unlikely because many people have understood it, or you are both idiots who love each other and will never intend to to come forward. Those are very depressing options.

"Anyway since I'm starving I'm going to get something to eat, see you later" he greeted you before disappearing and you simply reciprocated, returning to focus again on your work.

Later, after rescheduling all the interns' rosters, you ran to the elevator to prepare for an intervention with Meredith. Andrew entered before the doors closed.

"Hey" he greeted you a little surprised to see you.

"Are you with Gray too?" you asked him.

"Yes, for a surgery, are you too?"

"Yeah" you smiled at him as he nodded and raised his eyebrows. In the meantime, you were just wait for the elevator to arrive.

"Y/n..."

"What?" you turn around having heard him call you.

"Would you like to go out some time... me and you?" you chuckled at his question.

"You mean a date?" you looked at him with a smile, deep down quite happy with what you had just heard. The last time he tried to ask you out was for dinner, but it ended up being ruined by Arizona, and the rest of the night was spent by all three of you watching a movie.

"Well, if you wanna see it like this... it's ok for me" he leaned closer as he continued to speak, until your eyes met. You stayed like that for a while, you felt his hands lightly touching your hips, but it was all over as soon as the doors opened.

It wasn't your floor yet, but someone else came in.

"Hey!" it was incredibly her, again, Arizona.

"Hi..." you gave her a forced smile. It had suddenly become so embarrassing. Then the doors reopened and you and Andrew ran out together towards the hall so as not to be late.

The surgery was going perfectly, I mean, every surgery with Meredith Gray is good. Sometimes she asked you a few questions, but nothing you couldn't answer. But sometimes you hesitates before speaking, because of Andrew. Yeah well, he did that thing with the gaze, the one where he stares at you intensely, and since he was right in front of you it was very distracting. But you managed to handle it to the end.

Now you were left alone at the sinks while you finished cleaning yourselves.

There was silence, the patient had already been taken back to the post-op. It was just you and him.

You were so tired to waiting and those stupid attempts gone wrong, before he started to say something to break the silence, you had a stimulus, it was just all you wanted and needed. You turned to him, getting closer to kiss him. Your lips finally meeting his, it felt so good. Then you stopped to look at him. He just smiled at you, putting his hands on your cheeks to bring you closer and kiss you again, this time more intensely. You just enjoyed that moment, you were just happy to know that the feeling was mutual.

Yes, that was the second option.

#andrew deluca #andrew deluca x reader #andrew deluca imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #y/n #fanfics #my writing #so proud of myself

[blues824]

I would love to see Edward Midford(may have misspelled the last name) with a plus size reader who just got news her first book was accepted for publishing.(I almost fell to the floor when I got this exact news just after Thanksgiving!!) Please and thank you!!!

Congratulations!!! I’m sorry for this being so late! Female reader, as per the request.

TW: Fatshaming, sexism, both occur in only one paragraph and the person responsible is dealt with in the end

Edward Midford

He was aware that you were writing a book, and he was happy to see you so excited about it. He’s actually read through the multiple drafts, and he is not going to be soft on you. He takes over as editor, as he wants to make sure that you don’t get tricked out of your money. He tends to be a bit protective over the people he loves, you included.

Anyways, he loves reading through the unpublished version because he is one of the very few people who has gotten to read it thus far. He liked to treat it as a work of art hung within a gallery. Every single time you completed a new chapter, he would reward you with dinner at an inn nearby. 

Unfortunately, his duties as a knight had kept him away for some time. He promised to be there for you when you went to a publishing office to drop off your draft. However, he was dealing with some uproar in a different part of England during your set appointment with said office. You wrote to him, telling him about the experience.

The only thing that went awry was the person at the front desk. He seemed to be against women writers, and you’ve even heard him comment about how someone of your build was better at one of the restaurants around. You were very close to giving the man a piece of your mind, but you kept your composure and just reported him to the person who you had an appointment with.

Edward was home with you, his beloved wife, by the time you had gotten the letter from the publishing office. He had his hands on your shoulders, looking over you as you gently opened the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper and started reading it aloud. He could see your hand started to shake, so he reached out and steadied them.

After a few moments, you got to the point of the letter that was apart from the introductory and the whole “we have reviewed the draft that you had submitted”, and then… you saw it; the most important section of the message:

“We have accepted your idea for your book and would like to schedule an appointment with you to talk about the process and…”

You honestly didn’t even finish reading it because the tears in your eyes were blurring your vision. You turned towards your husband and wrapped your arms around him as you just cried tears of joy. He pulled you close, placing a kiss upon the top of your head as he had a huge smile on his face. 

“I’m so proud of you, my love. I know you worked so hard on this, and I will try to be there for you during every step of the process of the publication of your book. You deserve this and more, my princess.”

His words alone made you start crying anymore, and he pulled away to start wiping the tears from your eyes with the handkerchief that you had gotten for him a while ago. It had both your initials sewn into the silk, and he always kept it on him to remind him who he was fighting for when he was away.

That aside, the next day he came home with a bouquet of flowers as well as a box of chocolate and a small bottle of champagne to celebrate. Don’t worry about that guy who gave you trouble either. The person in charge of the publication office got a letter from the Queen herself that the man at the front desk is no longer allowed to work there. Edward did have to pull a few strings, but he would make sure that no one like that would ever get in your way again.

#black butler #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #edward midford #edward midford x reader #black butler edward midford #black butler edward midford x reader #female reader #fem reader

[komotionlessqueenmm]

How would magni and modi handle their child being named Thor’s successor.

OMG WHY AM I ONLY JUST NOW SEEING THIS!?!?

(Sorry for the super long wait! My asks never seem to wanna work properly!)

Anyways let's get to it, shall we?

Headcanon/Preference # 13

Pictures NOT mine.

*I freaking love these two, so feel free to send me more stuff with them, and Baldur, and we'll see what I can whip up for my favorite boys. They need more love, and I need more inspiration.

| Magni |

• Magni is proud as fuck!

• I mean yeah he wanted to be his father's successor, but his daughter/son proving themselves more worthy?

• Way way way to proud of you to be upset or jealous, and he will proudly proclaim to everyone that you're his little girl/boy constantly.

• Even if you're taller than him, and even though EVERYONE already knows you're his kid!

• He would literally toss you up onto his shoulder, regardless of your size, and he'd then parade you around all of Asgard if you don't beg him to stop.

• Magni is probably the best dad you could have asked for out of all the Gods tbh.

• I mean when you were born you honestly became his number one priority, you are his everything, even more so than your own mother.

• Mama bear is the best summery to Magni as your father, but like he's so proud of everything you do, and he always encourages you to set your sights even higher.

• And what could be better than obtaining Thor's hammer?

• Whenever your uncle Modi starts acting up, your father puts him back in his place. No one and I mean no one talks ill of you.

• Modi probably even takes it so far as to challenge you, but before you even catch wind of it, or have a chance to accept or decline the offer.

• Magni beats you to it, and kicks his brothers ass. Telling him that he was doing him a favor, as you clearly would have done far worse.

• Overall he's very happy for you, and he can't wait to see you in battle with his father's hammer.

• Sometimes he'll even playfully challenge you for the hammer, but you both know he would never take what is rightfully yours.

| Modi |

• Modi is jealous as fuck!

• And he honestly wants to be angry with you, or even hate you... But he simply can't.

• You're his child, his only child. And despite his jealousy, he is proud of you.

• And he knows first hand how worthy you truly are, he's trained with you your whole life after all, he knows how powerful you've become.

• But because his jealousy is still there he acts very cold with you, which was a real change of pace, as he used to engage with you joyously.

• His resentment turns to his father, for never giving him the opportunity to prove himself.

• And when Modi notices just how fond of you Magni is, and how your uncle is often praising you for your accomplishment.

• Oh buddy.

• He gets even more jealous, and starts fights with Magni, often telling him that he should just claim you as his own instead, since he wants to "steal" you away now that you have such power.

• Magni would be happy to step in and take his place, he knows you deserve the honor of being Thor's successor, and you don't deserve the cold shoulder your father is giving you.

• But Odin and Thor both talk him out of it, they all know why Modi is acting this way, and they feel it's best to just let it resolve itself.

• In time Modi gets over his jealousy as they had suspected when he actually sees first hand just how worthy you truly are.

• He'll scold himself for being so blind, and he'll apologize to you in his own way, when he finally musters the courage.

• He is proud of you, he just couldn't see it until he let go of that jealousy.

• Not long after he's made amends with you, he's back to his old self again, being the caring upbeat father you had known your whole life.

• Magni also stops being so harsh on Modi when he realizes he's made things right with you again.

• All is right in the world, and you are far more powerful with your family at your side, than if they alienated you because if their envy.

#headcanon #God of war #god of war x reader #magni #modi #god of war modi #god of war magni #gow modi #gow magni #magni x reader #modi x reader #reader insert #extended #imagine #picture imagine #gow imagine #god of war imagine #modi x you #magni x you #God of war x you #gow x you #preferences #preference #ask box #requested #request

[lilchibi-chan]

Heyy! Love ur character x idol! Reader, I was wondering if u could do Dabi x idol! Reader. And it’s a secret relationship obvi. Tyy

Hiiii!! Thank you so much for the kind words and I can definitely do this for you!

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

dabi x idol! reader secret relationship

As an idol, you have a very busy schedule. From recording to dance practice to interviews to traveling and sometimes the overall pressure from fans and even yourself, it can be stressful.

You and your group finally have some time to yourselves when you get a text.

“Hey, let’s meet at our spot.”

You get up from your bed, grab you jacket, bag and phone and head out of your room. You see a couple of your band mates in the kitchen at the table.

“I’m heading out, do you guys need or want anything,” you ask them

“Can you bring back some chicken for dinner? I’ve been craving it,” Yongji, your band mate and best friend says

“Sure! Amelie, would you like anything,” you ask

“I’m cool with chicken too,” she says

“Okay! I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back,” you say

“Have fun!,” they say in unison

You and Dabi started dating a five months ago and your group, Flora, debuted 3 months ago. Company policy is that you’re not allowed to date for the first 3 years of group activity and if you get caught, you’ll be put on probation.

You decided to keep it a secret because you JUST started dating and you didn’t want to let him go. Yes, he is rougher around the edges than other guys, but he could be very sweet when he wanted to be. He also had a certain charisma that you just couldn’t ignore. An aura that you just couldn’t get passed.

Any time you have a moment with him, you cherish it always since they can be few and far in between. You both try to call or text as much as possible since you don’t see each other much.

You made it to the meeting place first and took in the view of Seoul. Everything seemed so small from where you were. There was no stress of school, no worrying about your vocals or dance moves. It felt like you were separate from everything.

A pair of hands cover your eyes.

“Guess who,” the husky, low voice says

“Hmmm let me think…Felix from Stray Kids,” you say teasing

“Haha very funny,” he says

“I was only kidding Touya,” you say, playfully pushing him

You’re the only person he lets call him that.

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. You wrap you arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer.

He pulls away and both of your breaths are heavy.

“I missed you…so much,” he says

You both catch your breath and he lays a blanket out for both of you to sit/lay on. He brought some of your favorite snacks and some drinks and organized them on the blanket.

“I figured we could have a little picnic before you need to get back. I know they’re pretty strict with curfew,” he says

“Touya,” you say feeling touched

“We don’t get to see each other much and as proud of you as I am, I just want to make every time I see you special. You deserve that much at least,” he says looking out into the distance instead of really looking at you

“Baby, look at me,” you say

He turns his head and you pull him in by his chin and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“What was that for,” he says with a smirk on his lips

“Just to say thank you for always making me feel special,” you say and kiss him again

“It’s so weird no to see you as much after school as I used to. How’s Yongji by the way,” he says

“She’s good, still her bubbly and outgoing self. She helps me get through the struggles of this whole lifestyle. It’s nice to have someone I grew up with go through this with me,” you say

“That’s good. What about the other members,” he asks

“They’re good too. I’m surprise you care so much,” you say jokingly

“Hey, I care because it’s you. I care about you and how you’re doing and how you’re being treated. You’re…the most precious thing to me,” he says honestly

You rest your head on his shoulder and just look out over the city. He places a hand to your cheek and caresses it.

You put your hand on his and caress the back of his hand with your thumb.

He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Do you wanna eat some of the snacks now,” he asks

“Sure,” you say smiling

You spent the next couple of hours talking about classes and the shows you’ve been on and anything else that may come to mind.

“What do you wanna do next? I was thinking we could go to the park,” he says

“I would love to, but I don’t know if that’ll be safe,” you say

“C’mon, isn’t that the best part of being in a secret relationship, the risk of getting caught,” he says intriguingly

“Dabi…I don’t know,” you say honestly

“Y/N, I promise you’ll be safe. We’re gonna be in a spot that no one goes to, it’ll be fine,” he says reassuring you

“O-okay,” you say finally giving in

The whole time you’re on the way to the park, you can feel your nerves taking over. You worry about if someone’s watching you or if someone could be watching, but you’re also thinking about the thrill of sneaking around with the boy you love.

It reminds of Romeo and Juliet, of course without the problematic age difference and the unaliving. Two people from now different worlds, with different lives, trying to do what they can to make their love work.

Dabi holds out his hand as you both come to a brick wall with shrubbery covering it.

“C’mon my little bundle of nerves,” he says

“How did you-”

“Anyone could feel them radiating off of you from miles away,” he says

“Let’s go,” he says, hand still outstretched for you

You pensively grab hold, as he guides you through the shrubbery that was hiding a hole in the wall.

“This leads to the farthest part of the park, where no one ever comes and no one can see us,” he starts,“it has a giant field and the flowers are in bloom right now, so I figured it would be the perfect place for a date with you.”

When you finally make it, you’re blown away by how beautiful it is.

“Dabi…this is incredible,” you say with an awe filled voice

“I’m glad you like it,” he says with a proud smile

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you find this place,” you say curiously

He pauses for a second

“I wanted to get away from home,” he says honestly

“The sun was setting, but I just couldn’t take being there, so I left and I came to the park, but there were so many people. None of them were who I wanted to be with, so I walked until I made it here. I don’t really know if no one’s ever come up here, but I’ve come at all times and no one is ever here when I am so, now this can be our place,” he says

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much,” you say sadly

“You don’t have to feel guilty or sad nor should you blame yourself. You’re following your dream and I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he says

“Yeah,but..I wish I could be there for you more,” you say honestly

“Y/N, you have a talent and it needs to be shared. You have one of the most amazing voices I’ve ever heard and you shouldn’t be caged like a bird. You need to be free to share that voice. Don’t let my problems stop you from experiencing this chance to the fullest,” he says, leaving you speechless

“Didn’t expect me to say that much, did ya,” he says, causing small giggles to escape both of you

“No I didn’t,” you say through laughs,“but thank you. I’ll continue to make you and our fans proud. I’ll work hard, but I also promise to be there for you whenever I have even a millisecond of free time.”

“I’ll be cheering you on every step of the way,” he says

You look at your phone and it reads 6:30 pm.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t even realize the time. Ugh I should head back now. Yongji and Amelie are waiting for me,” you say

“I guess this is see you later then,” he says and you notice a sting of sadness in his voice

You kiss his right cheek, then his nose, move to his left cheek and lastly his lips. You place on them a deep and lingering kiss.

“I-I love you, Touya,” you confess honestly

“I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I l-love y-you too,” he says nervously

“Text me when you get back in. I’ll leave after you,” he says and places a peck on your lips before you go.

As you keep walking, you look back to make sure he’s watching. To make sure he sees you and feels the love you feel for him. To see if he knows just how hard you’re going to work. To let him know that no matter how big you get, you won’t let him go. You will be there for him always.

I hope you enjoyed and as I said in my previous text post, I am so sorry for lack of writing as I have been going through so many changes irl, but I will try to set aside time when I can to write and post. Thank you so much for your request. All requests are appreciated and I do enjoy taking my time to give y’all a story that you and I are both proud of.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia headcanons #my hero headcanons #boku no hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #dabi #dabi mha #dabi my hero academia #dabi bnha #dabi boku no hero academia #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x you #Dabi x idol! reader #mha x idol! reader #bnha x idol! reader #dabi headcanons #secret relationship #mha secret relationship #bnha secret relationship

[taexual]

Ara you're actually trying to kill me, I'm sure (also this is a long one, I'm sorryyy)

he collapsed back onto the pillows and buried his face in his hands, a ridiculous smile spreading beneath his fingers as his heart continued to race in his chest.

Pls we're twinninnng, this is me reading your series btw, the definition of giggling and kicking my feet at its finest

Also, me thinks that Joon and Maggie deserve their own altar each, I love them, with him casually saving their asses and talking some sense into oc as he should, and Mags representing each of my thoughts, like

“That fucking loser,” she said. “That massive fucking piece of shit. Fucking good-for-nothing rat. Motherf—”. “Yeah, Mags,” you interjected, knowing she might not stop for a while.

Let’s kill him”. “Or, you know,” she added in response to your and Luna’s expressions, “let’s beat him up. That’ll work, too.”

I have never felt this represented in any form of media, let her continue please, Sid just keeps pissing me off and she deserves to take her frustrations out, preferably on him in a very violent way, maybe even with a brick or a chair, idk

You ended up watching each of the boys leap over the threshold of the door for no reason whatsoever, just to see who could jump the farthest—until Jungkook smacked his head right into the top of the door frame.

This has happened irl, I have no doubt about it. And I have to say, I absolutely love the way you portray the guys in the series, obviously we don't know them personally and never will, but as far as the persona each of them maintain for the public and what is shown in the media, this feels accurate and warm somehow, without engaging too much in the stereotypes, or forgetting that they're humans despite our (and the world's) expectations. I'm always glad to find writers like you to keep this thoughtful and respectful approach, even when it comes to fiction <3

Pouting, he walked over to you after everyone else had finished laughing and left. You fixed his hair, trying to bite back your laughter, and he pulled you into a hug.

Jungkook was about to object—you couldn’t remove your hands from his skin so abruptly, there was a certain procedure you had to follow to ensure he could still breathe when you were no longer touching him.

Stop it right now, this section made my heart EXPLODE, they're so mf cute, I'm so aloneeee jfc, like if you look up the word 'simp' his photo is showing up, there's no discussion

Still, he paused again by the door, giving you one last overly dramatic nod over his shoulder as if he were in a spy film. Then he left with a triumphant fist in the air after finally earning a chuckle from you.

Their banter has me squealing again, but who's surprised, honestly, this is like the 92828 time I say this, but their. dynamic. is. everything. to. me. I cannot stress enough how heartwarming it has been to see them allow themselves to express those feelings with time, so proud of my children :c

Stopping, you looked around warily until you finally spotted Minjun’s head peeking out from behind the corridor wall.

OH HEY BOO, I'm glad we're seeing more of his role here, and the entire interaction with Jude was uncomfy yes, but it brought us answers, some pity for him ngl, aswell as excitement for their plan, and it reenforced my admiration for oc, bc what a good person she is. I'm not surprised in the slightest about Sid letting his closest friend(pet) die, and I hope he rots in hell, alone and bitter while my babies live and love freely :D

Luna noticed the slight commotion and approached you. As soon as you finished telling the girls what happened to your handbag, she broke into a surprisingly graceful, but very, very drunken performance of flailing her limbs and singing, “I knew it! I fucking knew it!” while Taehyung watched her from the doorway with unmistakable fondness. He had genuinely never looked more in love.

Him and Jungkook go head to head over who is the most whipped, and I need me a partner like this, tyvm

“I am learning to be okay with others knowing, though. And I want you despite that. Despite others. Despite everything. I want to be with you.

No because I would die immediately, what do you mean oc, you cannot just say stuff like that and expect people not to propose on the spot, jk get the ring, I'll be the officiant idc

And know presenting a compilation of more tender moments from this chapter we have:

“And it’s okay,��� he continued. “I can’t make decisions for you, but you’re—you have us. We’ll always have your back. We won’t sit idly if we find out the label made you resign.”

You’ve found your family when you met Rated Riot. They made bets about your relationship, they teased each other at nearly every possible moment, they complained and argued, but they supported each other with unwavering loyalty. And you were prepared to fight, if it came to it, to stay with them.

Then Maggie caught you off guard by wrapping her arms around you—as if you’d crossed Middle Earth and battled Smeagol for her phone—and you realised how safe, happy, and comfortable you felt here.

He could hear Taehyung singing along to “Do I Wanna Know?” by the drinks table while Luna and Maggie waved the flashlights on their phones dreamily for extra ambience in the dimly lit room. He could also see, most unusually, the way Hoseok and Jimin seemed to be exchanging money right behind the two girls.

All these to say that I'm a SUCKER for the platonic affection, the found-family trope, the comfort, support, silliness, honesty, and love that comes with it, and specially the way you always manage to include those fragments of their interactions, personalities and memories in the story; bc yeah oc and jk will always be the main focus, but the fact that you make the effort of showing us the characters' (both main and secondary) struggles and development really ties everything together, and makes this au one of my favorite series of all time, I genuinely have enjoyed it more than some published books, you have so much talent Ara c:

I'm sure this ask is lengthy enough, sorry about that, but I loved this part (one of my favorites for sure), and I hope you take care of yourself, see you in the next one!! 💜

babe, you are a dream come true, please don't ever apologise, you're perfect 🥺 thank you so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts and for hitting probably every single mark i was the most excited for you to read 😭🙏🏻

i love all of these characters so much, so hearing that you've enjoyed their little moments too is the biggest gift for me, thank you so much 🥺🤍🤍🤍

you are heaven-sent, i don't know what to say. your messages are absolutely, without any doubt, every writer's dream, and i seriously can't thank you enough for this!!!!!! i love you 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

#ask #alanniys #taexual; sleepwalking #also you killed me with the “this has happened irl I have no doubt about it” i am screAMING #and the fact that you found similarities between the boys we've got to know and the boys in my story is absolutely the biggest compliment #thank you so much once again 🥺🥺🥺 #i feel like i went through every emotion you mentioned feeling while i was reading this (and will do that again) 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[theultimatepumpkinpie]

Originally I was going to add this to the ask @autistictenno recieved about nyx & excal but honestly it deserves it's own post. So here's a little history lesson on Warframe and Digital Extremes for y'all.

A lot of the early concepts for Warframe actually came from DE's older game, Dark Sector. I never played it myself but I've read a bit about it and have been around Warframe since it was in closed beta. Basically Dark Sector had a lot of sci-fi stuff planned for it that got cut and the final product was a bit like resident evil and the story followed Hayden Tenno who becomes mutated as a result of the 'technocyte virus' (cough cough Warframe infestation). The general plot involves him trying to stop a scientist from spreading the virus to the whole world. A lot of stuff about him influenced everyone's favorite frame Excalibur. The final boss of the game, Nemesis, also influenced some stuff about Nyx. This is hinted at with the proto deluxe skins you can buy for them in the Warframe market.

Here's some image comparisons between Dark Sector and the proto skins in Warframe. Some of the images come from the dark sector wiki (https://darksector.fandom.com/wiki/Special:AllPages) The others from this review (http://einfogames.com/reviews/dark-sector/) which was published in 2012, just after warframe was announced but before the closed beta for it started.

Here we have Hayden Tenno and Nemesis

vs Excalibur and Nyx Proto skins (took screenshots of these myself)

Even the iconic glaive got a proto skin (though it doesn't look that much different from the regular one in warframe)

Before Dark Sector DE mainly only did work-for-hire contracts and struggled getting a publisher for Dark Sector which is why a bunch of stuff got cut. The game only received moderate reviews and DE once again ended up doing work-for-hire contracts, and the studio almost became bankrupt before quickly scrambling to get Warframe out the door. They struggled getting a publisher for that too and ended up just doing a closed and then (endless) open beta for the game themselves, the only thing that kept them afloat was the founders program. After awhile, they got their lucky break and the game made it big. Like REALLY big. Like 4 million (losers) users big. Now it's up to 31.6 million registered accounts and an average of 601k players per day. (Statistics by https://mmo-population.com/r/warframe/)

DE and Warframe have been through so much and changed so much through the years. It went from this tiny little game I didn't think much of into one of my favorite games of all time with more breadth and depth (and lore!) than I would have ever expected. And even though updates still often come with a lot of bugs, I really couldn't be more proud of how far they've come all these years. Seeing Steve give Rebecca the pink shorts as a way of passing the torch really touched my heart in a way I don't even know how to describe.

Top image of this section is from a review of closed beta in december 2012 (http://xkrieg.blogspot.com/2012/12/warframe-beta-impression.html) Bottom one is my own screenshot dated today, November 16, 2022 (click it to see full res, tumblr compression kind of sucks for images of that size)

#my posts #warframe #dark sector #digital extremes #de #hayden tenno #long post

[navibluebees]

Someone to be Proud of (Recom Quaritch x Female Human Reader) - Part 10

Please read before interacting.

Hi, friends. Seriously, thank you so much for your patience on this. I went away for a week in early February to visit schools with my partner. One of my grandparents passed early this month and it's just been a general funky mood all across the board. I ended up psyching myself out for this story. Will it be good enough? What if it doesn't line up with the future story? Is it even worth telling? And honestly, does any of that matter? Good enough is subjective anyway. It doesn't have to line up because that's literally the whole point of fanfiction: making it the way you want because the writers didn't. And any story is worth telling. So, if you're a creator and dealing with impostor syndrome and feeling like nobody wants to see your work, then just remember that someone does. Create your art and share bits of yourself with the world. It's so much more beautiful with you in it.

A shadow fell over you as you sat there with your arm around Spider. Neytiri analyzed you. “Why do you weep for a demon?”

Your mouth popped open as you turned to her, crouching on your knees. “He was more than that to me. He was.. everything. I don’t know who he was before. And I wasn’t prepared for who he became, but in the middle of that when he was reborn.. He was mine. He was.. I thought he was good.”

Neytiri scoffed, looking down her nose at you. “He has always been a demon. He was a demon until he died. He deserved his death.”

Your face tensed as you stood, not daring to look away from her intense eyes. “He did not deserve what he was made into. He had his own choices, but so much was foisted upon him. He could have been so much more if given the chance.”

You felt a tugging at your elbow, Spider pulling you away from the tall woman who had begun to bare her teeth. “He killed my son. He deserved everything he got. You mourn a monster.”

You flinched away, following after Spider. “I know,” you whispered.

~~

The ash people were very literal in their appearance. Their skin a dusky blue, darkened even more by the lines of soot smudged across their cheeks. They looked on curiously, some even hostilely, reaching out to grab Miles’ tail. He whipped, lunging toward them before being yanked back by the Na’vi guiding him. Cruel laughter followed him down the path.

He subtly tested the strength of his bonds and growled in frustration when they didn’t give an inch. 

“Be still! You will not be released until she approves.”

Miles stopped his motions and followed sullenly, thinking of all the violent things he’d like to be doing to his guide when they stopped short. A fire was ahead. Many tribe members sat in a circle and ate together, chatting boisterously. Everything halted when Miles appeared at the edge. He was shoved forward and then yanked around the fire. His guide shoved him to his knees.

“The dreamwalker, my Olo'eykte.” They bowed their head in deference and backed away slowly. 

The olo’eykte, known as Varang, scrutinized him. Her eyes were sharp as blades, slicing him open to see his mangled soul. The corner of her mouth quirked up. “Welcome, Dreamwalker. It is my first time meeting one of your kind, although the stories are known among all clans of Pandora. I hope we have been gracious hosts so far.” She snorted and popped a small berry into her mouth. Miles worked hard to keep his features smooth. “Ah, no response? Soon enough. Cut him loose.”

“But, my lady-“

“Must I repeat myself? Cut. His. Bonds.”

Reluctantly, the warrior stepped forward and sliced through the vines, nicking Miles’ wrist in the process. He hissed and rubbed his wrists carefully. Varang gestured for him to sit at her feet. She was lounging across a slab of rock, on top of a woven blanket. He carefully sat and with another wave of her hand, a small plate made of stone was thrust into his hands. He eyed the meal curiously. A cackle startled him out of his analysis.

“It won’t bite, Dreamwalker. Eat.”

He bit down through the tough skin, finding a juicy inner core. Upon further inspection, it looked to be the Pandoran version of a lizard. She noticed his quiet inspection and said, “We have many of these creatures around our home. They are hard to catch, but sometimes we happen upon a nest. Delicious!”

He nodded along, taking in her appearance and the guards flanking her. “Pretty good,” he mumbled. “How’s your English so good?”

Her smiled widened. “I have not met a dreamwalker, but some of my clan have. They went away for a time, hovering near the humans and speaking with the Omaticaya, to learn through them. Then, they came back and taught many of us.” Her face hardened. “We know a war is coming. Knowing our enemy’s language can provide an immense advantage for the conflict. You will provide the rest of what we need.”

He jerked back in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. “I am speaking of your knowledge, Dreamwalker. You will share it with us, or face your death.”

He scoffed. “My death? You’re kidding me.”

She growled and gripped the sides of her seat, digging her fingers in as she leaned forward to put her face next to his. “You will not be laughing when the heat boils your body from the inside out, when it tears you apart while you slowly turn into nothing.”

His ears had flattened and his tail flicked in anger.

She noted his reaction and relaxed back. “Also, we have heard tales of a great battle between the great Toruk Macto and the humans. He fought alongside the Metkayina people who defended their Tulkun family. While we care not for them, we have heard rumors of a human boy that clings to Jakesuli and his family. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about him, would you?”

Miles chest heated up and his body rumbled with the threat to Spider.

Varang threw her head back, laughing again. “You are very easy to read, Dreamwalker.”

“I’m not. I’m not a dreamwalker. This is my body and my memories were put in when I was created.”

She looked mildly surprised at the new revelation. “Interesting. But no matter. Your knowledge is still the same.”

“Why in the hell do you even need to know anything? Why not just stay in this place away from everyone and let them fight between themselves?”

Her hand flew forward and hit him upside the head. “Are you stupid? They have not come for us, but your former kind are made of greed. It will never be enough. They will come soon enough. This is our home. Many in our clan have fought and died to keep this land. I will never give it up. Not as long as I live.”

~~~

You had followed Spider to the Sully marui to collect the older batteries for his mask. Sitting quietly on a woven piece outside of the home, you kicked your feet lightly in the water. A head popped out of the water, startling you enough to jump back. It was elongated and followed by two other heads attached to the bodies on the back. Kiri and the youngest Sully, Tuk, burst into a fit of giggles. You huffed playfully and the creature known as an ilu plopped its wet head in your lap, nuzzling against your stomach. Your hands grazed over its slick head and you smiled as it purred. 

Tuk reached around Kiri to hand you a fish. You tossed it up in the air and it flopped back to catch it, throwing the girls into the water. They came back up with the ilu circling them and chirping out a laughing sound. They pulled themselves up to where you and Spider were resting. Kiri smiled at you kindly and squeezed your hand. “Thanks for helping me talk to mom. I miss her so much.”

You nodded and patted hers with yours. “I’m sure she loves to hear your voice. When we get back in a few days, I can call so you can talk to her again.”

Kiri’s eyes brightened as she nodded eagerly. You felt a whisper of air right against your ear and turned slowly, coming face to face with Tuk’s bright eyes. With a yelp, you jumped back, leaning into Spider and Kiri. They both cackled and Kiri tried to chastise Tuk amidst the laughter, but couldn’t manage.

Tuk’s face got a bit serious. “Mama says you were friends with the bad man.”

Your heart clenched and you heard Spider start to speak, but you silenced him with a hand on his knee. “I did know the bad man. Yes, we were friends. But then, I saw what he did to you guys. To your family. And now we aren’t friends anymore.” Tears slipped down your cheeks and as you sniffled, you ducked your head.

A hand patted your head softly. “I’m sorry,” Tuk whispered. “I would be sad if I found out my friend wasn’t a nice person.” 

You turned to the young child, a veil of darkness hovering behind her eyes. “You are so kind, Tuk.”

Her face was sorrowful and you hesitantly reached out to rub a hand on her shoulder. She slumped against your touch and curled up beside you, putting her head in your lap. You looked closely at the small beads and shells in her hair and she sighed quietly at the gentle touch. Her arms curled around her knees, holding her body tight and your chest ached for the pain of this child. Spider leaned against Kiri and your head rested back against the walkway. A few moments later, you were all asleep, reassured by the touch of another person.

A while later, you were scooped up in someone’s arms. Grumbling you squirmed a bit, but settled when you heard Ka’ani whispering to you. A smile lit his voice as he told you it was time to go back. He lifted you carefully onto his ikran and you were awake long enough to hold on so he could hop up and surround you with his body. You settled in for the long ride back to your new home.

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Taglist:

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @mechformers @nuttyrebelflower @ikranwings

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch fanfiction #miles quaritch angst

[regryrth]

#drdtdevappreciation

Im so proud of how you all as a fandom handled this so well 💙 I know things are still pretty shaky in places and no one can rlly say this problem is “solved” or “forgiven” unless DRDT Dev specifically says so (which I dont mean to say they should or have to comment on anything, I know they mentioned theyre nervous and now uncomfortable interacting which I understand and accept responsibility for) But it really makes me happy to see how for the most part We’re turning something bad into appreciation. So for the fandom here. I appreciate all of you.

Even the ones who mightve gone too far. Just like me u had good or at least non malicious intent. Which turned out bad but there are still ppl who respectfully understand where youre coming from. Maybe its not wanted- But I appreciate and care for you too. I dont know how youre handling this all, But if its anything like how I did, I hope you understand nothing is ur fault just like how people have said it’s not entirely mine and not DRDT Devs. Even if it wasnt the best thing u couldve said in the moment. I understand u didnt want to harass anyone. It was a mistake made cause it’s human to act emotionaly have opinions and want to be understood with that. That can make ppl say and post things online that get deserved back-lash like I did. And the things u say can seriously hurt people like I did. I cant say how anyone else feels with everything thats happened But if Im right about everything so far. Its okay. To me at least which I guess isnt much. Even If u dont feel real remorse- You feel u were justified- But just dont want to be lectured in paregraphs over and over. Thats ok to me too. No one has to be completely justified in how they feel and it would be hyppocritical of me to say u do. And you shouldnt have to be looked at as any worse then the rest of us for stating your mind. Ur a great DRDT fan and person too and no one should claim any different for anyone. So while no one can throw around the word “forgive” for an incident that isnt ours to forgive- I “understand” u.

On a lighter note- The people who defended DRDT Dev without harassing anyone. U all acted so maturely in response to everything I honestly envy u a little. Does maturity and not making mistakes like these come one by one for you? When I make mistakes like this I feel like something with no real sense of right or wrong- Then I mess up and ppl come out to tell me where I went wrong and the “right” thing to do- And I piece together all the life lessons and “right” responses little by little until I feel safe with myself. Like a kintsugi piece. And like the cake in chapter 1! Did u have to do the same? I wonder if everyone experiences this. But thats not so relevant to appreciating you- So thank you for seeing every side. Even mine. Thank you for taking this whole situation and turning it into something good for everyone. We should talk about stuff like this more- While I still wish I hadnt posted that confession Im happy with whats been made of it- Even if the damage was still done. Because disrespecting and dehumanizing creators like DRDT Dev who put themselfs through so much to make wonderful content for us is never ok and to sweep it under the rug Like nothing ever happened is even worse. I know I requested the original post be deleted But Im ok with it being up on other blogs and posts because its important to hold stuff like this accountable and talk about it. And u guys did just that which is why Im so proud and thankful for u. This isnt a Thanksgiving dinner But u all deserve to be appreciated for doing good things too and supporting DRDT Dev.

And that brings me to who I appreciate the most- DRDT Dev. Everyone has said it so perfectly already I cant think of how to say it myself. But theyre so strong for going through all this. With their health. And going through and finding things like what I said. And other things none of us know about because they work to prioritize us over themself. And yet they still dont give up. They still keep going even with everything. They dont have to do this. But they do anyways and we should all appreciate them so much for that. Because sometimes we forget they and there team are human- I forgot that too. Doing things like my confession and taking their work for granted and other things is never ok. Im so happy we can do something to share our appreciation for DRDT, DRDT Dev and their team. Bad things and arguments and DRDT Dev being hurt by me had to happen first. I wish it didnt and that fandoms would give this much love and support to their creators without some incident happening first. But Im happy what happened let us appreciate the dev for there work now. And even if the DRDT Dev doesnt create side content anymore because of this- Its alright. They shouldnt have to push themselves past their boundaries or limits for us cause they already do so much. Even if we dont know much about them- We know enough to say theyre a wonderful person and we all love their content and them so much.

I know a lot of ppl apologized on my behalf and I suppose I wrote a longer apology to DRDT Dev and the fandom. But Ill say again as the anon themself- I am deeply sorry DRDT Dev for what I and others have said and done. I hope that you are well. And that youre able to see our appreciation through these posts.

I love you all 💙

#drdtdevappreciation #drdt #danganronpa despair time #despair time

[waffliesinyoface]

Games I Done Played in 2023

Putting this under a readmore because it is Long.

-Scarlet/Violet - on the cusp of 2022/2023 but it sort of counts? Especially with the DLC only just coming out this year. Anyways. its good. Professor Sada my beloved evil milf. RIP to violet players who got Turo instead.

-Atelier Ryza 1 - went in knowing nothing about it! And then i went feral because its a really fucking good game with themes and good characters and a lively town full of people that you care about. One of my favorite moments is when Agatha, head of the town guard, looks at Ryza and goes "geez, where did that knucklehead kid who was always messing around go? you've really grown up, huh Ryza?" ITS SO GOOD. Also Ryza is the ADHD fucking icon we deserve. Cannot focus on things she doesn't care about. Perpetually messy room. Kind of an airhead. Finds one (1) thing that she actually likes (alchemy) and then hyperfocuses on it exclusively.

-Atelier Ryza 2 - this game has the mass effect 2 problem where it's coming off the heels of a really great first story but then very early on you realize the main plot is actually a bit shit. Ryza 1 is a story about the inherent destructive nature of colonialism and how that will come back to bite you in the ass. Ryza 2 is about having a sick cat. They try to do something interesting with the optional backstory for each of the areas but then they don't tie it to the main quest at all? THAT SAID: while the main plot is shit, it does the other thing that ME2 does, in that all of the character sidequests are incredible. Klaudia in Ryza 1 is just like. The kind of casual fanservice gay that pops up in slice-of-life anime, so I brushed it off. Klaudia in Ryza 2 is having sad tearful confessions in the rain. I got fucking yuri brainworms from this game. Her arc culminates in Ryza making her a ""friendship"" necklace made from extremely precious metals. It's basically solid gold and has a heart design. Its beautiful. #JustHeterosexualThingsToDoWithYourBestie

-Atelier Ryza 3 - okay i will be honest i still have not finished this. You know how it is. I like that its more open world but also I dont know that it needed to be open world. The writing seems to be better than 2 but not quite as good as 1. I DO like that the beginning lets you see Ryza in her home town, and she's gone from the local troublemaker to Someone In Authority. She's an important and respected member of the community and a schoolteacher now, and now she can argue with the council that they're being a bunch of dickheads with their heads in the ground and people actually listen to her instead of telling her to shut up. Thats such good character development, I'm so proud of her.

-Fire Emblem Engage: went in expecting it to be awakening, to the point that I explicitly bought a physical copy for the purposes of being able to return it if it was shit. Then after playing for a bit i was like "wait a minute, is this just awakening again but actually good?" and THEN i was like "oh no this game fucking rips ass actually, hell yeah". One of, if not THE best fire emblem game. It would be an excellent choice for new players but it's also an anniversary game and so most of the cool callbacks and stuff kinda fall flat if you're not ALREADY a fan.

-Mahoyo: technically a VN, not a game. Also technically I did not finish. Need to get back to it. Aoko Aozaki is my blorbo and I love her. If you like Nasuverse stuff you owe it to yourself to get it.

-SAO Hollow Realization - its an SAO game so it is bad but it is far less bad than i thought it would be. Relationship mechanic is skeevy and I dislike that you need to do it to upgrade party equipment. I killed a hard boss early on and got a sword that immediately broke the difficulty curve which honestly fits how SAO rolls lmao. The fact that you can customize your character but they're still actually kirito is. weird. Buuut it meant I could make Kirito into a girl, which she deserves, the fucking egg. Also Argo's outfit is a travesty, and I will hunt the character designer for sport.

-Tears of the Kingdom - better than BotW plot wise, but didn't fix enough of the core issues. Please can we have a Ganondorf who even approaches the heights attained by Wind Waker. The character designers put so much work into him and making him imposing yet kingly, and then the writers went "uh, he's evil because he's evil? stop overthinking it, dummies." The bossfights are all peak though. Yes even the stupid octopus who is weak to roombas. Lightning Temple was my favorite because I love ancient egyptian iconography and light puzzles. Also the boss is actually challenging if you go there early.

-Armored Core VI - i literally decided to pre-order it like 5 minutes before it came out. And then I came to the realization that actually giant robots fuck hardcore. This is responsible for me getting really into Gundam. I have like 16 gunpla built with 4 more still in boxes and 3 more preordered for 2024. Yes, it infected me that bad. Also Cinder Carla IS my mom and I love her. Burning the planet and solar system is the good ending because she says so.

-Disgaea 7 - disgaea is BACK babey. ...okay I haven't finished this one either but after the travesty that was 6 im giving this a gold star. I love that the protagonist is an idiot weeb catgirl, and i love that the antagonist is literally just Demon Commodore Perry. Nippon Ichi please bring back the kitsune class from 5 please and thankyou.

-Mice Tea - i literally just got this so i've only done one ending but its fun, and good. Drink tea, become a mouse. Get horny about it. Happens to the best of us.

-Touhou 19 - i THINK the full english translation is done now, so thats good. Ran Yakumo is playable and im so happy. It's a shame the netplay is uh. Um. Non-existent. Because coding netplay is hard.

-Lunar Silver Star Story - once again, i still need to finish this. It's a really really good JRPG!! "What if we used the PS1 disc size to have anime cutscenes for important moments and character introductions" fucking genius and i love you. Listen to Wind's Nocturne right now.

-PARANORMASIGHT: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo - do you like VNs? Do you like mystery novels with horror elements? Do you like creepy things like curses and ghosts? Do you like really fucking good music? If you answered yes to any of those questions, please get this game. There's like one or two puzzles that were really obtuse on release but i think the game's been updated to provide better hints, so that's nice.

-Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life - my favorite harvest moon game as a child with a fresh coat of paint, some really nice QoL updates, and its gay now. You can be gay. I can finally get lesbian married to Nami and we can have an adorable precious daughter who turns me into Maes Hughes whenever Im in the same room as her. I named her Ruby because A: red hair, B: Nami loves cool shit you find in the digsite like precious minerals, and C: Lou (the innkeeper) was named Ruby in the original version of A Wonderful Life, and she's BASICALLY Nami's mom. Wait this review turned into me gushing about my adorable daughter again...

#video games #there are a few i missed but i forgot to write them down as I played!! whoops!!!!!!

[local-redhead-bookworm]

Honestly?? I'm not even sure what to think after s4 ended. I've been racking my brain to come up with something worth mentioning. I see what you mean, though, about the possibility of Billy still being alive 🤞🏼 Vecna left that statement open-ended. And now I know that the tattoos and merch were much more of a tribute to Eddie 😅 also, I love that Max wrote a letter to Steve. I know he complains all the time about being a babysitter, but he truly means so much to them. It was so sweet. And it pisses me off that Neil's bitch ass got off scot free. I hate that they added "he couldn't stick around after you were gone". Sickening. And like you said, it doesn't sit right with me they didn't add Billy to Max's memories. I am loving the girls showing up and showing out. Nancy and Robin at Pennhurst. Suzie being a genius and getting those coordinates. Everything Erica does. Max stepping forward as a decoy (that may have backfired 🥲 I am upset that we went through Dear Billy just to have ep9 happen). I know that the Nina plot was drawn out, but I think it showed development for El. Being able to separate herself from others, to choose her own path. I also loved that she stood up to Angela. As for the last 2 episodes, they were very distressing. I hated that Vecna used the sauna test to torment her, but as someone pointed out earlier, it was a moment the mindflayer had taken over. Both times Billy appeared to her, it was flayed Billy. She was never actually scared of him. I am distraught over Max's plot after this. I am curious about the Vecna and Will connection. But other than that, I'm left kind of stumped. I'd love to hear your thoughts on anything, though

🌸 anon

You and I have a lot of similar thoughts on s4, anon. I haven’t been able to bring myself to rewatch it because of how emotionally distraught it made me, and I don’t have time for another breakdown.

I genuinely despise that the only solution the writers could come up with is “oh Neil couldn’t bear to be around here any longer without you.” In my opinion, it would have made far more sense if his anger had turned on Susan and Max, then Susan had put her foot down and left him.

I wish that more had been done with the girls, honestly. I liked what bits we did get, and Robin’s improv speech at Pennhurst made my theater kid heart so proud. I have some personal nitpicks with Nancy’s treatment of Robin though, don’t love that from her. And as much as I loved Susie, I feel like she’s always just kind of…there? She only shows up twice to deliver information so she feels a lot like a plot device to me. Erica is an absolute sass-master, and episode 9 had me super worried for both her and Lucas.

The Nina Project…had its good elements and bad elements. You’re right, it did develop El and it showed her standing up to Brenner, but it was also clearly insanely triggering for her. Her expression when she wakes up and realizes they’ve buzzed her head again absolutely gutted me. I would have preferred it if Owens had been the only one in charge and if El had had more of a choice. The fact that she was essentially forced to relive a traumatic part of her life didn’t sit right with me, it would have felt more powerful if she’d chosen to confront those memories herself. And I’m glad that she never forgave Brenner, he doesn’t deserve her forgiveness.

I’m so glad she stood up to Angela too. I know violence isn’t the answer and all that, and it was a bit severe, but it certainly felt satisfying seeing Angela get whacked in the face for repeatedly humiliating and picking on El.

I do wonder what the show plans to do with Will’s connection to Vecna, especially since he’s now the only one of his victims to survive. I know they’re going to bring Max back next season, you can tell, but the fact that episode 9 is left as her final opinion on Billy and that she never brings up that she cared and that she realizes now why he was the way he was, it feels like a complete 180 on her character.

Eddie’s pointless death and the absolute butchering of Max’s character made me lose hope in the writing of the show. And don’t even get me started on the wasted potential of the Russia arc! I spent so much of the time before s4 thinking up theories, and I’ve read other folks’ theories and fics that are 100 times better than what actually happened. S4 had some good bits, but I was just so frustrated with it. Obviously if you enjoyed it I’m completely fine with that, I’m just annoyed by the wasted potential.

#answering asks #🌸 anon

[muddshadow]

This August marks 5 years that I've been part of the writeblr community and I want to spread the love! I'm going around prompting writers to share some old writing, side by side with newer works, so that we can all celebrate how far we've come.

Respond to this ask or tag me (@westywrites) in a post showing some old writing, and I'll reblog it to shower you with praise for the progress you've made.

And if you'd like, help me encourage others to do the same! 

hi @westywrites !! congrats on your progress these past five years !! and honestly this prompt comes at the perfect time because i was looking through some very old writing the other day he he he...

i don't have a ton of fresh content, but here's a recently written moment i like from to forget a prince, when the group first encounters the Khyvenek labyrinth.

Frantic now, nearing desperate and still hopelessly curious, Yulei abandoned caution and inhaled deep - listened for the quiet ripple, the rhythm in the waves, tasted salt on her tongue - and found the further. Magic brushed the altar. Quietly, lightly, only curious.

It earned the strangest response. Despite the encroaching hungered and staccato blur of everyone's voices, a fog claimed her head. It made the world silent. Silent at the bottom of her breaths and between her heartbeats, silent as she scratched a nail across the altar stone, and silent until a strange familiarity fluttered at the back of her memory...

And violent noise ruptured her senses. Raw lightning strikes of further song, a symphony of crash, shatter, screech inside her bloodstream. It blinded her, it suffocated her, shrieking, shrilling cauterization – and after a dozen shredded heartbeats, it ended.

Yulei was left gasping. Lurched over on her knees, heaving half-drowned breaths, one hand still clutching the altar. Except it wasn’t an altar. It was a wet and jagged wall of rock, eaten by moss. The enclave gone, replaced with a lonely, dripping cave.

“Welcome back,” someone said, and they laughed.

“Back?” Yulei held her head, vision stumbling, voice too loud, but she managed staggering to her feet. “Back to where?”

“What are you talking about?” Kon said, still near her shoulder, holding a flood of anger behind clenched teeth. “Did you bring us here, or not?"

“Here...?”

Yulei didn’t recognize here. The cavern had an oppressive embrace, the walls only rearing twice her height and frigid despite a film of humidity. Torchlight lashed across the stone's edges, and blinking, Yulei turned to see the other Steelguard standing through the cavern. The torch burned behind them, following a path deeper inside...

“Well?” Diorre demanded, and she realized everyone glowered at her, very enthusiastically.

“I’ve never been here. I couldn’t have brought us,” Yulei said, which she mostly believed. But that strange familiarity still ached her thoughts.

and now, here's a climatic moment from the story Awin, written when i was twelve years old :) it follows Awin the chosen one as she retrieves a weapon for her quest... also with a cave setting !! at the time it was a true cultural achievement, but i had to look away a few times during my reread lmao. disclaimer: i firmly believe all our old creative work is mega important - it shows progress, for your craft and sometimes yourself as a person, and both those things are a skill learned over time and deserving of respect. HOWEVER. sometimes old writing is also really hilarious and really stupid.

A moment later they stopped and a new door opened to a cave with blue crystals lighting it. In the center a person sat cross-legged. He was in purple robes. He had long gray hair but Awin could not see his face so I can’t explain that to you.

“Fred? I told you to go away! Nobody wants that sickness of yours!”

“It’s Jaden grandfather.” Jaden leaned over to Awin’s ear. “He’s four thousand years old.”

Awin wasn’t surprised. A sacred sword keeper is always full of magic.

“Ah Jaden, my lucky one. Your father would be proud.”

“My father.” Jaden repeated.

Awin, once again, looked puzzled.

“Three thousand years ago Mezorath’s army came and killed him.”

“Yes Jaden, you didn’t have to remind me.” Jaden’s grandfather remarked.

“No grand-father, a chosen one is here.”

Jaden’s grandfather turned. His face was gray and full of wrinkles, but yet it was ancient.

“Ah, a chosen one.” He grumbled evilly. Awin flinched, and so did Jaden. The old man slunk up to Awin and looked at her up and down. “I am Willowaw.” He declared.

“Okay.” Awin really just wanted to get this over with, dead or alive (but she hoped it was alive). He had the same grin Leean had, the non-evil one. Awin missed Leean even though she was evil.

“Ah, Leean.” Willowaw uttered.

“How do you know her name?”

“Never mind that. Come, time to pick the sword.”

Willowaw led Awin over to a boulder.

“Um?” Awin questioned.

“Ah, ah! Patience.” He mumbled. Blue light buzzed from his fingertips. The boulder trembled and then exploded pebbles everywhere including over Awin. When all the rubble stopped bombing her Awin looked up and saw that the boulder was gone.

“Wow.” Awin remarked, amazed.

“I haven’t had or seen that much fun in two hundred years.” Jaden spoke.

“But you aren’t even fifteen yet!” Awin yelped.

“I, uh, um. Ya see…”

“Jaden! Now we must do it early you goose!” Willowaw roared.

Jaden eyes turned into little swimming pools. He looked at Awin in shame and depression. But as fast as he looked, he looked away.

“Awin I, I’m sorry.” His lip quivered with sorrow.

“Jaden, what’s going on?” Awin sounded worried.

“Huh, huh, huh.” Willowaw cackled. Awin looked at Willowaw with pure fear. He returned it with hatred. "Mezorath will love the company of you." Willowaw said.

“Mezorath?” Awin questioned. Than it hit her, she was set up. Well not exactly but she knew the story behind this. The ones who actually did this quest were the ones who chose the right sword AND escaped from these traitors. Fred appeared from upstairs.

“Grandfather, I will help you.”

Fred came from behind Willowaw and stayed there to pop out when Awin (if she did) run either way. Awin backed up only to trip over a large stone. She did the crab walk until her head whacked into something glass. She looked back, the three swords. Awin thought hard, she knew that everyone went for the gold one because of greed but Awin knew it was for her. She reached up and snatched it. Nothing happened. Suddenly it glowed red, but all Awin felt was new strength. The gold one was for her! Knowing it was magic she also knew that it obeyed her command. Looking at Willowaw she threw her sword as hard as she could.

“Ahhhh!!!” Willowaw screeched but that was all he could say before a sword burst straight through him. Apparently it had hit Fred to. They both fell to the ground, dead. The sword flew back to Awin and landed in her hand. Awin sighed, than she noticed Jaden still there. His eyes were blown up like balloons to match his astonishment.

“You, you set me up.” Awin uttered darkly. She now had no pity of mercy for Jaden.

“I, I told you I’m sorry.”

“No! You’re not sorry! You do not care for me!”

“Please Awin, please I beg you, I never wanted to be apart of Mezorath’s plan! I swear!”

“I should kill you right now!”

Jaden didn’t say anything, but than said the bravest thing Awin had ever heard in her life: “All right. You can kill me.”

Awin hesitated, not sure what to do.

“Just remember this,” Jaden began, “I never wanted to be part of this and I, well, in the past half-an-hour I guess I…” He bit his lip. “All I’m trying to say is...”

Awin stared at him, and let me tell you this; she was not prepared for what Jaden was about to say.

“I, I love you.” Jaden looked at Awin with sad, cold eyes then closed them. He turned his face down and Awin saw his muscles tense for his death.

“I…” Awin was speechless. But something told Awin it was wrong to kill him, and she didn’t. Awin dropped her sword. It made a cling as it hit the floor but immediately appeared in Awin’s sword case. Jaden looked up. They looked at each other for a moment before a friendly smile was drawn on their faces. Awin had finally found a friend (that will not betray her).

i think Awin really embodies that slowburn enemies-to-lovers trope that many are so fond of, you know? writing taglist because i think this is entertaining, and i encourage all of you to share some old content as well !! @jezifster @athenswrites @magefaery @tate-lin @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tc-doherty @circa-specturgia @werewolfsbutch​ @sentfromwolves @dandelion-tea @kashacreates @theskeletonprior @svpphicwrites @awritingcaitlin @houndmouthed @pinespittinink @the-void-writes @writingonesdreams @rodentwrites @the-finch-address

#mud writes #mud asks #muddshadow #b4 searching for the sword awin was betrayed by her mother who was secretly evil all along and chased her around the house scooby doo style #tell me what you think !! :v

[transboykirito]

Kirito,

You weren’t the first character I could relate to, but you were the first one I could truly see myself in. You were the first character who coped with things the exact same way I did - immersing myself in fictional worlds and pretending to be someone else. The only difference between the two of us was that the world you got lost in were virtual, and the world I got lost in was... yours, honestly.

It’s been around six years now since I first watched Sword Art Online and fell in love with you, your friends and your world. A lot’s changed since then, for the both of us, and it’s bittersweet to think that, in a weird way, it feels like we grew up together. It hurts to know that someday, probably in the next few years, your story’s coming to an end, and, since you’ve been the one I’ve turned to for so long now, it’s scary to think about my story still continuing even without you.

When I first met you, Kirito, I was twelve years old and to say that I was struggling would be putting it lightly. I, much like you, didn’t know how to fit in with my family - though, it was for different reasons - and I isolated myself from everyone. I spent so much time reading, playing video games and watching my newly-discovered animes just for a chance to escape from my world for a bit.

After I finished Fairy Tail, an anime that also changed my life with a world I also got lost in and characters I dreamed of running away to be with, my mother suggested I watch Sword Art Online. She only recommended it because I’d recently been diagnosed with autism, and she saw a lot of those traits in you. So, I watched it, if a little apprehensively.

It was love at first sight.

I watched the entire Aincrad arc in a day. Your world was so immensely fascinating to me and, as much as I hated to admit it, I related to you. You, the brooding loner who had more play time than friends and an attitude problem to protect yourself from getting hurt. I wanted to know how you survived, I wanted to follow you on all your other adventures.

And then our story ended - at least, for a while I thought it did. My mother, in an attempt to protect me, didn’t tell me about the Fairy Dance arc. Instead, she played season two and, obviously, I understood nothing. So... I stopped watching.

It was a year later that I decided to give Sword Art Online another chance. The Aincrad arc was just as promising as I remembered it being and I thought with a little bitterness that it was a shame the weird timeskip ruined things. So imagine my surprise when episode sixteen started. I appreciate what my mother did now because I know there’s no way I could’ve handled watching Fairy Dance back then - even now it’s still a struggle, it still hits too close to home.

I was officially medically diagnosed with PTSD when I was fifteen. I felt like absolutely nobody could ever understand how I felt or understand the sheer horror I experienced every single day... but you did. The number of times I’ve replayed your conversations with Sinon about trauma and closure is frankly alarming, I can quote them from memory now. You introduced me to the idea of deserving to live on in spite of your trauma, the idea that I would someday find peace even if I never really got the closure I wanted. Honestly, it was your words that I clung to in some of my worst PTSD attacks, the days when all I want is to change the past and the days when I convince myself all I’ll ever be is an open wound.

I like to think that you’d be proud of me and how far I’ve come since I first found you. I made friends, Kirito, just like you said I’d be able to. I started making a family of my own, surrounding myself with people who love me exactly as I am, people who - I think, I hope - would hold me even when I feel like my trauma is chained me to like a weight I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life. I found people who are so warm and accepting, people who show me it’s safe to let my walls down, people who’ve given me more compassion and patience than I feel I deserve.

It’s nice, because, just like you, I felt for so long that I didn’t belong with my “real” family, for a variety of reasons. That feeling only got worse when I realised I was trans, and that’s technically your fault. Considering how trans-coded you can be sometimes, I think it’s fitting you were part of the reason I even realised. You were the first guy I ever cosplayed, and it was so comforting because I didn’t feel like I looked too feminine for it or feel like I looked out of place.

I started to really accept my gender by writing fanfics about you being trans. Starting HRT, getting surgery, dealing with your period, coming out. Every time I struggled with my gender I took it out on you in my Google docs, sorry bud. I’m on testosterone now, I think you’d be happy about that. Sorry I made you have dysphoria-induced breakdowns, like, five different times.

But you’ve always been a character I saw too much of myself in for my own good, for my identity, my emo “phase” and my gaming habit, my trauma...

Last year I turned away from SAO. I lost someone I never thought I’d lose, entirely of my own fault, and I tied him so strongly to this series that I couldn’t handle interacting with it anymore. Earlier this year, just under a year later, I reached out to that person to apologise. I don’t know what I expected or even if I thought I’d achieve anything with it, but I wanted him to hear it. I didn’t want the last thing I said to him to be what I’d said that night. We’re talking again, I can call him my friend again - I hope - and, just like you have been for so many years now, there you were. Watching my first episode in nearly a year felt like you were waiting for me with open arms and I wish I could tell you I hadn’t cried.

Through everything that I’ve been through in the last five years, Sword Art Online has been the series I’ve turned to. Bad break up? There’s Leafa. Fight with my mother? Asuna’s probably felt the same. Lost a friend? Eugeo would understand. PTSD attack? Sinon and Kirito would know exactly what to say.

It’s 2022 now. SAO starts this year. I’ve been counting down to the launch day since I was thirteen. It’s funny because by now you’re basically all grown up. You’re practically engaged, you’ve got a job, you’re about to start university. You have a partner and a daughter who bring out the best in you and a family of friends who accept you wholeheartedly. But at this time in the series, you were a thirteen year old kid who was alone and afraid, using fictional worlds as your means of escape - just like I was when I found you.

On your birthday this year I’m getting a tattoo of your elucidator. I’m getting it on my arm and, at some point, it’s going to be joined by the lyrics “I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.” I really have, Kirito. Growing up with you, turning to you when I needed someone, going on adventures with you and getting lost in your world alongside you really has been the time of my life. You’ve given me so much to be thankful for and I desperately wish you were real, even just for a few moments, so I could hug you and thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

So thank you, Kirito. Thank you for being a hero, not just for me but for so many people. Thank you for letting me into your world and your life. Thank you for being there for me when I felt like I had nobody else to turn to. Thank you for saving my life more times than you will ever realise.

Love from the real world,

Taylor

#personal #kirito #reread my old ‘write a letter to a fictional character’ project and decided to write another one to him #if you actually read this i love you lmao this is a mess #i could write so many of these to sao characters tbh #anyway. just needed to get some thought out. so here skjdfhjksdhf #if you read this thank you and if you skip it... thank you sdkjfhjsdf

[ariadnasdiary]

30 Questions of CP, OC & Fandom★

Mun Ari: I was tagged by @kindan-no-kanojo and @mino-diabolik thank you!! (Credit to @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat)

1. How long have you been in this fandom?

I think around 2015-2016(?. 2015 is when I found DL anime, but it was until months later that I got interested with the decond seasom. I started here in tumblr in 2016 and until 2017 I stsrted my OC blog. So… 6-7 years? Oh my…that much? 😳

2. Who's your fictional boyfriend/husband?

Kino my love <3. Since he made his appearance in 2017 and I read his route… puff! I'm in love~ lol. Up until now he has remind as my #1 husbando <3

3. Why do you like them?

For many reasons: we share some things from our past, so I can relate to him for that reason. Also, he's so funny (I love his sense of humor lol), how intelligent and witty he is (I love his role as the villain jijij), how childish and spoiled he can act, we share some hobbies and of course his appeareance and voice makes me weak! Also he's a cutie when he wants, I can't >////<

4. Have you make acquaintance with anyone that ships themselves with the same character?

Hell yeah! @mino-diabolik @kindan-no-kanojo and @eli-loversblog we are all happy members of Kino's harem jijijij

5. How do you feel about it?

Happy and proud. Kino is such a misunderstood character and therefore his fan base is so tiny!! So whenever I find someone that loves Kino AND has an OC with him is like another tiny victory!!

6. Do you feel any negativity towards them?

No? So far I've encounter very few Kino fans, but none has been toxic or something similar 🤷🏻‍♀️.

7. Do you like seeing their oc(s) interact with your man/woman?

As interact with Kino? Or with my OC? Or with both? The answer to all three is: absolutely yes! Kino deserves so much love and every new fan is great news! With Ari makes me feel super super happy for her to be loved and noticed! And with both as a couple makes my heart go 💗💗💗

8. Do you feel competitive against them?

I must admit that when I started I felt a little jealous with some (that are not longer active as far as I know) since they had more support and had the plus to be great artists so bring their ship's dream to reality.

Of course I got over it super fast and I focused on my own personal growth and so far I'm extremely happy to see more people liking and shipping Kino with their OCs!!

9. Confident, or pessimistic?

Eh? About what? My ship? If it's so then... neutral? I mean there were better times for the DL OC community, but understand that times changes and I'm busy with real life responsibilities, so I can't dedicate the time I use to give this blog. Of course is natural people left, others came and I stayed and to pass unnoticed is due to my lack of activity/interactions and such.

So is a 50/50. There are good days and bad ones.

10. Would you like more to get to know about your ship, or would you rather it being lowkey?

Honestly? I miss the old days and I wish I could be more active. But there are so much new people and my some friends are now gone... that I feel anxious. I'm super shy when it comes to socialize and interact with new people + my reduced time online... that is very hard for me. So, I would love to interact more, but I'm shy >/////<

11. Do you follow any of those people (them whom ship themselves with your fictional lover)

Of course! I try to send them asks from time to time and I always check them out whenever I enter here!

12. Are you friends with them?

I'd like to think that ;u; (I have interacted with their Muns and I talk to some more than others jejeje)

13. What do you think about the 'stans' ?

Good question... I'm not sure I know what it means 100%. I deduce you mean those who 'stan' a character as their fans(?.

I think everything in measure and balance is totally OK. You can ship yourself or an OC with them and be creative or have fun! HOWEVER! If your love becomes and obsession and it starts hurting or bothering others... then we have a problem. Is an issue when people believes they 'own' the character or are passive-aggressive with other fans. Excuses as 'I love them more than you do!' Or 'I'm the only one to understand them!' Or 'I'm their only and true girlfriend' is like: Get yourself a therapy~ you're desillusional 🤦🏻‍♀️

14. Are you worried about plagiarism or copying of your oc(s) by others?

There is always that risk. It does annoys me since is a work/creation I made myself and it took me time, work and even money to create.

It did happened to me not long ago that a person took a commission I payed and edited it to put her OC. She made a TERRIBLE work editing it (you know with paint or even Instagram colors), but fortunately she "vanished".

I'm low-key afraid some might steal any of my fanfics and post them as theirs in other platforms though... but I'm not that relevant or famous to worry about that lol. And I haven't made any commissions lately and I haven't seen my commissions around or edited so... I guess I'm fine?

15. How do you handle such a situation if it happens?

A friend was who told me about it and we both worked together to solve it (she was also a victim of that girl as she stole her OC almost everything [appearance, name, ship...] and in my case my commission). As I know what it feels like I try to tell the corresponding authors of the original piece if they are being victims of stealing so we can all work together to solve it.

16. Is your cp public or only between a particular circle of friends?

I'll assume my blog/ship. The answer is public: at this point many know my blog and OC lol.

17. Do you lock a specific cp ship, whats the reason? (I dare you to tag them~!)

Nop. So far I haven't block anyone.

18. What kind of behaviors do you suppose is pretentious to you?

If I understand correectly this question.... I think you mean attitudes that I don't like in fans?

I'll answer as such: I don't like when people thinks they can own a character or many just because they have theirs ocs paired with them. If they are all bark no bite, then you can just ignore them... but if they are those people that actually harass others that pisses me off. I don't get involve in online confrontations (cause' is pathetic really), unless they are attacking friends of mine in a very mean way. I'm ready to thows hands!

ALSO the thieves or tracers also annoys me, becuase their arguments and actions are stupid. 'I found them online! So I shared it!', 'I'm doing them a favor by posting it in my profile!' or 'Who are you to tell me what to do? I post what I want!'. UGH! HATE THEM! If you don't know how to draw: DON'T POST OTHER'S WORK!

Overall, I just find annoying those people that are immature or mean in general so I just avoid them.

19. What kind of comments do you dislike the most when it comes cp feedbacks of your oc(s)?

I haven't encounter any of the sort directed to me specifically? But I've seen what haters are willing to do.

I hate when they simply critize the OC in question with their stupid opinions like: 'I don't like your OC because is not pretty', 'she's ugly', 'she's a Marie Sue', 'she's a cheap copy of *insert character*', 'you need to improve your skills', or the best one 'I don't like your OC, stop shring her!' etc. Like: SHUT UP! NO ONE ASKED YOU. IF YOU DON'T LIKE A SHIP SIMPLY UNFOLLOW OR BLOCK. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR DAMN OPINION.

20. Have you receive hates about your oc(s) before?

nop, thankfully. But if I encounter one, I'll simply block them~

21. Do you have a complete love story of your cp? 

yep! Well... the official route is still incomplete lol. I'm missing some endings, but I haven't come up with something .-.

BUT I have created so many AUs that is impressive how many lives they have lived and fallen in love with :'D

22.  Do you allow joint of alternate universe with the canon version of your cp story?

I just said it: AUs rock! I love them! ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES TO EXPLORE AND ENJOY FOR YOUR SHIP!!

Seriously, every idea has so much potential! that's why I have written so many~!

Don't hesitate to add Ari to any of your AUs!!!

23. Are you okay with people shipping their oc(s) with yours?

Sure! Sometims it's me who begs my Ari to be ship with others ocs [Mystic I'm looking at you!], but I haven't had luck(?

24. Ever gone through a bad experience in the fandom?

Not really(? Unless I have already forgotten or never noticed(?

25. The ocs that you admire in this fandom are? (Tag them~)

@kindan-no-kanojo (have you seen Scarlett? She's an icon! Her character is 100/10!)

@mino-diabolik (she has endure and survive the pass of time and Mystic is loved by many! #goals)

@violet-sin (she's not longer in the fandom nor tumblr, but all her OCs are magnificent!! Also, I was witness of her artists skills improvement and now I love her style!!)

@vixen-ocs (not longer in DL, but her self-insert was super pretty! I loved her!)

@eli-loversblog (she wasn't around for very long, but I liked her OC. I wished we could have interacted more ;-;)

@the-sloth-woman (she took the inicial idea [DL verse] and created an impire of her own... that's some mad skills. Also her writting talent is amazing!)

@invampirehellorheaven (not sure if she's still around [in this blog and her OC I mean], but she was an interesting character to interact with :D)

@lets-bewitched (she's more active on Instagram and we are good friends! I like Seina a hell lot!)

@lunaangel1010universe (Amina is lovely! Plus all her art pieces are amazing! I love how her story has development and even the many AU she already has!)

26. What is the moment that caused you to feel most disappointed or excited?

Excited? When the fandom was more active and many ocs interacted with each other! It was so much fun!

Sad? When all this stopped :'(

27. The scariest era that you have come across in the fandom?

The OCs war. The trinity of caos that existed in the fandom and all the people they scared due to this >:'v

28. The most wonderful thing you have come across in this fandom?

My friends that support me in all my blogs:

@sugar-lollipop @the-sloth-woman @kindan-no-kanojo @mino-diabolik @lunaangel1010universe @lets-bewitched and more <3

29. Say something towards those that support and admire your cp~

THANK YOU. YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. YOU INSPIRE ME TO KEEP CREATING AND DO WHAT I LOVE!! I ADORE YOU ALL SINCE YOU ARE ALSO GOOD FRIENDS OUTSIDE TUMBLR!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOUR SUPPORT MEANS TO ME. IF MY DAY WAS A 25 OR A 50 YOU MAKE IT A 100!! THANK YOU!!!

30. You've worked hard, keep up the good work! ★★★

#ariadnasdiary #mun ari speaks #tag #30 questions of CP OC & fandom tag #thank you for the tag! #diabolik lovers oc

[xiaoluclair]

🤡🍦✨💌

Bonus: 🌵How's the cactus fic doing?

saw the word 'cactus'.

started crying.

🤡 what's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

oh god. okay, there's quite a few that have made me smile (mainly out of the thought 'If Only Younger Me Could See This Now', but laugh. okay we'll try this: the first thing that made me genuinely proud (in a sense of the word) of my humor is this [x]:

“Thought about me and thongs a lot, have you?”

“Yes,” says Lando. “And you look stupid.”

Pierre laughs.

Yuki says, “No, he doesn’t.”

“What,” says Lando.

“He can show you I think.” Yuki gestures to the phone held between all three of them.

Pierre isn’t laughing anymore. Lando thinks he might be about to start.

🍦 what's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

the swEETEST?! PI ARE WE THINKING OF THE SAME FIC-WRITER HERE?!!?! im fairly certain i've never written anything sweeter than the shells of toxic wastes (or a bag of lemons) in my life. and as someone who loves both toxic waste shells and lemons, probably this sewis fic.

✨give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

you've literally asked me to big myself up which is the one thing i give everyone grief over bc i do it so much (always unironically ofc) but it's like that whole 'what's your favorite color? [proceeds to forget every color that's ever existed]' [cries]. i'm gonna loophole this one a little and say something i remember someone else saying, and it's 'your metaphors feel like scratching an itch i didn't know was bothering me'. that comment felt like scratching an itch i didn't (not) know was bothering me. (but also... i guess our (my writing and i) ability to just. not give a fuck? we crack around without a care in the world or anyone else's mental health - least of all our own - and i love that for us <3). also i have it on fairly good authority that said cracking around can bring a smile to some people’s faces (looking at you, shan), so... cmon how can i not take that as the biggest compliment ever???!

💌 how do you feel about comments and feedback?

i know you know the answer to this one. i adore both. they feed my soul. i am simple creature. simple creature like validation. simple creature is me! if you feed me with your words about my words, you can guarantee i'm fighting the urge to propose to you for the following 24hrs.

🌵 how's... that "fic" going?

it's. going?? honestly i can't believe you still remember it [sobs] i took a trip down memory lane about this recently. suffice to say, i was sufficiently scarred. and after a pop over to the google doc just now, i can tell you that i have written 19 words of the next chapter!!! which i’m gonna share bc why the fuck not:

The priest’s name is Alonso. He has a receding hairline and a twink boyfriend.

He is also wholly unhelpful. 

(also i was considering gifting it to you actually - would that be okay?

#yes i waffled #i cant help it #you give me the chance to talk about myself #i take that chance and go vroom with it #its a Problem(TM) #but we embrace it nonetheless! #thank you dear <3 #pi my belobed #xiao: asks #xiao: ask game #asks: waffle

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Thank you so much for the love I’ve gotten on this so far. I truly just write for myself so it’s nice to feel validated 🙌🏻

Smut

Friends to Lovers

Angst

I don’t own WWE characters, it’s all for fun

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Chapter Three | Where it all started…

3 Years Later…

Dom had made it to the big leagues, main events and Monday Night Raw. I couldn’t have been more proud of him until his story line turned my stomach into knots.

His new “Dirty Dom” heel turn had come with a new accessory named Rhea Riley. 

Not even storyline turns into the reality of dating but let’s be real: most of their time was going to be spent together with virtually no time at home. I was stupid enough to think she didn’t want him by the way she gleamed at him.

Every part of me was jealous when he called her Mami and the next day all his merch said it again for the encore. Their tension felt real but I wasn’t sure how much of it I had glorified.

I was visiting Dom for a few days, sharing hotel rooms and going to his live events even though it hurt. That was when I met Randy again, only this time he was divorced and single.

It was a welcomed distraction from every social post and monologue being about his new on screen fling. WWE had been laying it on thick and I had no idea why it was bleeding into their personal lives unlike any other time.

Dom even got scolded for posting a silly photo of us because it ruined the facade. 

I kept it from Dom the whole time I was there visiting because I hurt him enough for a life time. I deserved feeling jealous this time.

Dom rushed towards me, picking me up into his arms and spinning me around. “Did you see it? I fucking flew!” 

My arms wrapped around his neck without thinking, “You won. Congrats.”

Placing me down gently he knew something was wrong when he dragged me back to his dressing room before asking. Boxing me against the door his eyes got dark, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

“We aren’t leaving until you spill.” He still didn’t give anymore room between us than what was already there.

“I’m late and I’m tired. I’ll just Uber back to the hotel and meet you at the airport?” It was the last stop before we flew home for Raw next Monday. I was honestly excited to get back home and back to my routine. Less of his fake relationship thrown in my face.

He licked his lips, “You horny or something? I know we have a pact to not cross those lines again but hermosa if you need me…” 

“Why do you call her Mami?” I bluntly asked.

“I don’t write my scenes, babe. I have zero control over that. Is that what’s wrong?”

“You called me Mami the first time we had sex…” I whispered. “Every time you said it to her…” I didn’t know how to rationalize it or even speak on it yet.

Dom’s hands skated down my sides and landed on my hips. “What happens baby? What happens when I say Mami?”

Pushing his hands off me I flooded the room, pacing lightly trying to find the words. “A lot. I’m jealous, I’m turned on, I’m confused. I don’t know what to do, Dom.”

Ripping his sweaty shirt off he followed me, dragging my hips back to his. “Dom. We can’t. I can’t.”

Dropping his hands from my body so quickly felt like a diss. “Right. I’ve heard it all before. I was good enough to fuck you the first time tho, right?”

Dom was never cruel and I couldn’t believe it as it unfolded.

“You’re my best friend.” I twisted around to face him before sitting on the couch in his dressing room. 

His hands on the back of the couch he fell into me, his knee between my legs and his mouth so close I felt the hot breath against me. “I fucked you until there was blood on my sheets. I stood by while every asshole fucked you instead of me. Fuck, mi amore, I’m still fucking my hand every night because I need you.”

“I can’t fuck you, Dom.”

His hands shoved its way between my legs and found my wet panties quickly. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t rip your panties off?” His hands found the strings of my thong before yanking them down my legs.

“Because you’re gonna hate me and I can’t want you until you know…”

Undoing his belt he twisted me over, on all fours and the wetness practically dropped down my inner thigh. I needed Dom so badly I didn’t care. My mouth muffled by my own forearm I couldn’t talk myself out of letting him anymore.

Shoving himself between my legs I nearly gasped, holding my breath and biting down on my own skin.

“Oh my god, Dom.” His chest caved over my back and begged me to scream. “Ohhh fuck.”

“That’s it, baby. So fucking tight. You needed this, didn’t you? Drenched for me.” 

I had lost my mind with him inside me, writhing in ecstasy like he knew my body better than I did when his brutal thrusts hit against my ass hard. “Dom. Dom, slower, slower.”

Taking the hint he slowed down, taking him time and punishing us both with long movements. Every time he filled me I felt myself come all over him.

“Tell me why I’m gonna hate you.”

Luckily I was saved by his team mates, the ones he fought with and was always with. “Dom we gotta do some after shots. You ready?” They all stopped dead in their tracks staring at Dom pounding me from the back. 

“Goddamnit. Get out.”

After being frozen long enough they vacated the locker room they clearly all shared.

Hiding my face on the couch I bite down on my own lips to keep from moaning too loudly. “I’m gonna come… Dominik…”

“Say my name baby. I wanna hear you moan about it.” 

I could feel his hands tighten and knew he was close when I grabbed onto his hands. “I’m not on birth control. Dom, you can't.”

I had already had one abortion and couldn’t survive another. 

Making me come he pushed himself inside of me until I felt him jerk against my tightness. “Dom! I’m not on anything. I can’t get pregnant.”

Kissing my shoulder he whispered, “it’s not the worst thing in the world. Rather have a baby with my best friend than anyone else.”

Pushing him off me I panicked. “I can’t have another adoration. You don’t understand.”

Tucking himself back into his undone pants his features wrinkled. “You had an abortion? Who the fuck got you pregnant? When?”

“We were seventeen, I was almost eighteen… Dom don’t be mad. I couldn’t tell you.” Pulling down my dress and trying so hard to not cry.

“Fucking Blaine? You almost had his kid?”

“Dom.” I said sternly, waiting for him to realize. “It wasn’t Blaine.”

Pushing his hands through his hair he stared at me pissed the fuck off. “You fucking got pregnant? We had sex one time. How?”

The hot stream of tears ran down my face. “We didn’t use a condom, Dom. I came so many times. It was my first time too, I didn’t think I would get pregnant. Your mom promised to keep it a secret until I was ready to tell you.”

“My fucking mom kept your secret? We could have been together. You didn’t even bother telling me.”

He exploded with anger, trashing the locker room and shouting profanities. I had never seen Dom so angry before. 

Rhea, his on screen girlfriend, and his team mates came crashing through the door for a second time like they were listening outside the door but Dom didn’t care. He got so close to my face I actually winced. “You fucking got pregnant and decided not to tell me? But you’re worried if I’m fucking Rhea? You fucking got rid of our baby.”

“We were seventeen, Dom! Babies, we couldn’t have a baby. No one gets pregnant the first time they have sex.”

“But we did, didn’t we? Say it. I wanna hear you say it.” His hand clutched around my jaw, holding my gaze and forcing eye contact. “Say it.”

The tears turned into globs and scarred my face when my mouth fell open but no words came out. “Dom. Don’t.”

I flinched at the closeness when he pushed his face even further into mine. Nearly growling the words, “Fucking. Say. It.” 

“I couldn’t be a mom at seventeen. I couldn’t be a wife. We were supposed to be the people who got pregnant the first time. I’m sorry I had the abortion but it had to happen.”

His grip on my face let up and Rhea called his name. “Priest has a match, you coming?”

Shaking off our argument I finally exhaled when he followed her lead. “You’re fucking lucky. You made the wrong choice.”

Dropping down to the couch again I sobbed into my hands contemplating every big moment we had. Dom was every first, every big moment. He was my best friend and I kept the worst secret from him. I felt like a monster.

Priest and Finn appeared on the TV set to fight his dad, Rey, and Randy Orton. I watched trying to compose myself as I left the room. Everyone probably heard and I knew my cheeks would flare up red instantly. 

Making my way to the viewing area I stood in the back watching Dom frantically force his way into the match. His attempts were successful when everyone passed out except his father, Rey. Climbing into the ring, he stood in front of his dad holding a mic.

“What’s wrong? Afraid I’ve outlived the legend.” He toyed with his father like a predator. 

His dad waved his hands and Dom attacked him before dragging Finn over his body for a three count winning his stable the fight. “That’s what you get for being a deadbeat dad. Don’t fuck with my family.”

I knew where this came from when everyone backstage scrambled to plan around Dom going off script. None of this was planned and WWE just landed on a gem of a feud. Father and son against each other.

Dom breezed by me, bandana still over his face and sunglasses still on. Whatever we had been through before was about to get worse. There was no going back now. The damage was done.

Reaching out I tried to make him hear me when he put his arm around Rhea, walking away the way he knew would hurt the most. 

That night I went to the airport by myself, not seeing Dom at all. His things were still a mess around the hotel room. We had the same flight home and I dredged it entirely. Our seats were next to each other and I had no idea how we would make a flight over six hours home. 

I hadn’t seen Dom and decided he changed his flight when I boarded the flight by myself. Holding my duffle bag I slipped inside my seat, digging out my head phones and closing out the world. 

Clamping my eyes down I begged for sleep but I knew better. My racing heart wasn’t going to let up more than ever. The seat next to me wrinkled as I scrolled through playlists to find the right song when I glanced over to see Dom stretching out in our first class seats.

Picking any song I turned it up hoping he wouldn’t try to speak to me anyways. It was three hours into our flight when I finally got his attention. 

I had to scoot by him and that wasn’t going to be easy with his long legs spread out and his hat over his face. “Dom,” I nudged him a couple of times before he woke up.

“If you aren’t waking me up to get you pregnant so you can rectify this problem then I don’t want to hear it.” He crossed his arms tighter and didn’t bother to open his eyes. 

Dom wasn’t going to let up anytime soon and I had to deal with that. I just handed him a bomb before we went back home to California where we were both expected to stay with his parents. Now it felt like I had lost both Dom and the family I had.

“Then what happens, Dom? I got pregnant and what? We raise the baby as best friends? You quit the WWE? You pretend we don’t exist because as far as fans are concerned you’re with Rhea? We were seventeen. Neither of us were ready for that kind of responsibility.” I whispered between us unlike him. 

Pushing his headphones down to his neck and sitting straighter up he finally looked at me. “Yes. Whatever we had to do. Our age, our status, my career - none of it mattered in comparison. If you were pregnant I deserved to know. After we fucked, you were a bitch. Fucking every goddamn guy who took you out, sneaking out, avoiding me, acting like nothing happened. I got you pregnant and you didn’t even bother to tell me. Now is there something you want to say?”

“You’re an asshole,” I spat out before pushing my way through his legs to go to the bathroom.

First class bathrooms were bigger, nicer but still an airplane bathroom. The knock was quiet but I ignored it. I needed time to regain composure before I had to face Dom again. Splashing water on my face carefully stepped out of the way when I realized it was Rhea and Dom flirting. 

It stung. Hell, it felt like a knife. 

Grabbing my hand he jerked me back, “just call it even.”

“You got it, Dominik.”

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