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hanii-rose · 4 years

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•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:

Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.

Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥

But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.

Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•

Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha

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Reunited

Garou x GN! Reader

It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.

It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.

After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.

You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.

Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.

You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.

You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.

"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.

"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"

He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."

You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"

He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"

You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.

Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.

"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.

"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."

He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."

You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.

"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.

"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.

You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.

"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."

You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.

Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.

You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.

It was turning him on more than anything.

He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.

"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.

"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"

He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.

"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.

Why was he staring at you like that?

"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"

He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.

"... Is something wrong?"

He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.

"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.

"Huh?"

"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"

Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.

"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.

"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"

He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.

"What do you mean?"

You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.

"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."

You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.

Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.

"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.

Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.

"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.

You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."

"Fuck, yer such a tease!"

Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.

When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.

He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..."

"Me too." you replied.

"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."

"Well then, should we get started?"

You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.

Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.

It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.

#garou headcanons #garou x reader #garou #garouonepunchman #opm garou #garou the hero hunter #gender neutral reader #gender neutral s/o #no smut #please let me know if i need to tag anything else #submission

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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Number 33, obey me, Mammon x MC? (I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH AAAAA)

omg, that song was my jam back in 2009 and I listened to it again the other day and I was like “this has to be to my eveeeeent!” <3 thank you for requesting! <3

also, this is the last request from my 500 followers event! thank you so much for sending your requests and helping me celebrate this milestone. i’m really happy i had your support. requests will be still closed for a while until i finish the normal requests i still have on my askbox.

again, thank you so much!!

series: 500 followers event

pairing: Mammon x bisexual!MC [Obey Me!]

song: Lips of an angel - Hinder

My girl’s in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on. It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing your voice it makes me weak. And I never want to say goodbye, but God, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel.

MC didn’t want to discuss how much money she had spent on ouija boards the last six months. Ever since she had returned from Devildom, she had been constantly trying to find a way to communicate with a certain demon and failing miserably. She had ordered different types of ouijas online, but none of them seemed to work. It wasn’t until she went to an antique store that she was told how she could get a real summoning board and how could she try and contact an actual demon. The store owner repeatedly told her it was almost impossible to summon one of the major demons, to which she only nodded. She didn’t want to tell him about her pacts.

Even after buying those boards, she still couldn’t get to talk to any of the demon. MC started getting discouraged. A big part of her told her she should move on and live her life. She had to accept it was once in a lifetime opportunity and she wouldn’t get to see any of those brothers again. So, she began dating a girl she met at a bookstore, where she had been looking for even more information about summoning. She quickly hid those books when the other girl started talking to her, not wanting to discuss why exactly she was researching about that particular topic. A couple of months later, now an established couple, that girl would stay at MC’s place on the weekends, indulging themselves in simple pleasures as having breakfast together and maybe watching a movie or two.

MC thought she had finally managed to put an end to her constant need of talking to him again; but all her hopes crashed after she hastily woke up at three in the morning covered in sweat. She had dreamt about him again. And not only that, it hadn’t been just a dream but a reenactment of the last time she’d seen that demon. She had seen again his flushed cheeks when she kissed him, assuring him she would find a way so they could see each other once more. Quickly, MC tossed her sheets aside, doing her best not to wake up her sleeping girlfriend. She went to the living room and put her hand under the sofa cushions, blindly searching for what she’d hidden there one month ago, when she had finally accepted defeat after the last attempt of contacting him didn’t work.

Carefully, she put the last board she bought on the floor and then went looking for some candles on her kitchen drawers. Once everything was ready, she sat on the floor and took a deep breath.

“Please, please, it has to work…” she whispered, and she closed her eyes to focus. She began moving her hand against the board, trying to concentrate the best she could. She even recited some of the words the owner of that old store had taught him. She repeated them until she lost count. It had to work. There had to be a reason she had dreamt about him, about their last kiss. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pang on her chest. Somehow, instead of hurting it felt like a burning sensation. Had she…?

“Mammon?” she whispered.

“I knew this would work!” Mammon said, his voice ringing on MC’s ears as if she was wearing headphones. She gasped, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth.

“Wh--”

“Don’t open your eyes!” he quickly warned her. MC shut them even tighter. “I may have stole some books from Satan, read them and here ya’ are. Never should have doubted my abilities!”

“I miss you so much” MC blurted. “I miss my life there, I miss your brothers, it should have been easier to come back to my life here but… it wasn’t, I’m… I’m constantly thinking about--”

“Just wait a little longer, fine? Don’t put ya’ pretty head through the wall” Mammon said, interrupting her. She could almost hear his grin.

“I can’t stop thinking about you” she confessed, her hands rubbing against her thighs. “I… Uhm-- I dreamt about that kiss tonight. So I tried contacting you again. I have been trying for so long…” she whimpered, feeling how tears were streaming down her face.

“Y-you dreamt about that?”

“Is that bad?” she chuckled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“No! Not at all. It’s great you got to dream about The Great Mammon! Bet it was the best dream you’ve had, MC” he joked. MC smiled, remembering how adorable she found Mammon’s ability to try and hide his feeling for her. She put a strand of her hair behind her ear. Mammon’s laughter came to an end and after a momment of silence, she heard him sigh loudly. “We’re working on… getting you back. Could ya’ wait a little longer?”

“You had been trying to contact me before?” MC asked.

“Mhmm. So far I had only seen you when you walked around town, thanks to this device a witch gave me”

“You saw me?”

“Yeah! Going to very strange places, looking for ouija boards” Mammon laughed. “And getting swindled. It was nice to see you, though. You go quite a lot to that frozen yogurt place, huh?” MC laughed and nodded. “Sometimes I saw you with ya’ girl” he added, his voice doubtful.

“Yeah” MC replied with a small voice.

Both of them stayed in silence for a long time. She hadn’t expected to explain what she’d had gone through those last months. Best case scenario, she would find a way to go back and never mention her life on Earth again. She wondered how Mammon had felt after seeing her going on dates with the girl that was sleeping at her room in that exact moment.

“I tried to move on” MC confessed in a small voice, biting her lower lip. But… when I woke up tonight, after that dream I--- fuck, I wished you were there instead” she sighed. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be. Just hang in there, ok? I’ll find a way to see ya’ pretty face again, MC” Mammon said, his voice sounding sincere. She smiled.

“I can’t believe I missed you saying my name that much” MC breathed out, the smile never leaving her face.

“O-of course! So-- Yes! Uh, this thing has a time limit so-- Just wait a little longer, fine? You promise you’ll wait?” She pictured Mammon’s blushing cheeks as he stuttered and nodded her head vigorously. “Good! Then go back to sleep, MC. Sweet dreams”

“Mammon,--”

The same burning sensation on her chest rose again and she couldn’t hear his voice anymore. She waited a few more moments, but she couldn’t hear his voice again. Cautiously, MC opened her eyes and saw the candles that she had lit up were extinguished. She let out a heavy sigh. In complete silence, she put the board under the sofa cushion again and threw again the candles. After everything was back to it place, she let herself fall on the sofa and closed her eyes, the biggest smile she had felt in months creeping on her face.

Just a little longer. She just needed to wait a little longer.

#obey me #obey me mammon #om mammon #swd mammon #mammon x mc #mammon #om mammon x mc #swd mammon x mc #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #500 event

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essayofthoughts · 3 years

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2, 4, 6, 7, 21 :D

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Honestly, I’m having a lot of fun with my current Critical Role (Campaign 1) fic project which has the WIP title of “Ghost Cass”. The premise of it is simple and comes out in the first chapter so I don’t feel bad about dropping that minor spoiler here:

When Cass and Percy escape the Briarwoods Cass is shot down - she dies - but death isn’t going to stop her helping the last family she has left. Cass lingers as a ghost, haunting and helping her brother.

The whole thing is a lot of fun and lets me get into some really messy thoughts while closely following canon and thus lets me work out basically ALL of my complicated thoughts and feels about Percy and the general de Rolo family tragedy and a lot of the interpersonal dynamics at play in Vox Machina and how they change. It’s gonna be FUN.

... and long. (It’s almost 300 pages already, unfinished. Help meeeee~)

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Hnnnng. That’s a hard call. Hmm. Okay we’ll go with this:

There, descending the mountains, is a bright spark of flame.

It’s racing toward them beneath the thunderhead, seeming to almost pull the clouds along with it. It descends apace, burning the ashy grey shadegrass in its wake before the rains douse it - bright embers, black soot, bone-pale ash in a trail behind. The stormfront chases just ahead of it, the drops falling so thick and so fast that even at this distance they can see the rainfall, hear the thunder.

“Over there!” he bellows, pointing with one hand, readying the pepperbox with the other. The building wind whips his words away and he tries again. “Over there!”

Vex’ahlia is already turning; she’s been keeping a close eye on him since they left town - wary, he supposes, just as her brother is, and he can’t blame her.

“I see it,” she replies, unslinging the bow from her back and drawing an arrow ready. “Vax!”

The stormclouds thunder towards them, the sky as dark as the shadegrass beneath their feet and so thick they can scarcely see the rising moon. The wind cuts through Percy’s old worn coat, nipping at his skin and sending the fabric whipping around his legs.

Then the rain hits, an icy deluge, and in it’s wake: the flames, and what follows it.

Shortly after Percy is found by VM and they’re hunting the nightmare. I just really like the description, I’m very pleased with the imagery and the way I snuck a note in about both Vex’s perceptiveness and Percy’s thoughts about that - as much as the fact that he’s noticed it. I’ve been trying to improve on subtlety and the fun of having things simply... there to be inferred by the reader is delightful.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

In the last two stories? Percy for balance and the first two parts of RA; an as-yet-unseen original character in Arc3. In the current WIP? Cass. Sometimes it’s so nice to be able to just rag on Percy when he’s being stupid and few are as good at it as Cass has the potential to be. Sibling bonds and the fact they know each other too well to be able to hide much from each other plus the benefit that they don’t really want to hurt each other - it gives the chance to really show Percy’s flaws from the perspective of someone who is affected by those flaws (and has her own) and someone who Percy cares about enough not to be a stubborn prick over it (mostly). In canon he gets a lot of growth thanks to Keyleth and Vex; in this his little sister is going to nag him to improve even before that.

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

Aaaaaangst.

Also, I just really enjoy discussing trauma and the like, but the general way people interpret this is angst. When it comes to specific style... I like imagery and trying to create an image. I like giving clear focussed visuals for specific events and recurring motifs for intangible actions - the sense of an emotion, or the way one edges around uncomfortable thoughts. I like trying to find ways to put those to words.

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Well, if we’re talking about the current WIP... possibly a podcast? Film and the like wouldn’t work; there’s so much going on inside character’s heads that’s very very important and very much the focus (this holds true for my last two stories, the Ripley’s Assistant series and That balance may return, as well). So I think a podcast would have the best odds of working. Chapter by chapter, time to dwell in a perspective, able to switch voices to extra-emphasise some of the POV shifts... yeah I think that’d be the best alternate option.

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stormgardenscurse · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Yuki!

My first proper(-ish?) A3! piece, featuring Yuki’s birthday! Fem!Reader, suggested to be around the middle/high-schooler age. Kind of tomboyish (running around with Juza and Taichi, gaming with Itaru and Banri, etc.) This is a casual type of reader insert, since I’m just starting to write for these guys. Do drop by my askbox if you’d like to see more of this fandom!

“How much time have we got?” Banri asks you, surveying the pile of decorations.

School’s just ended, and the plan was to occupy Yuki on his way back in order to set up for his birthday. Normally you'd distract him yourself, but in light of a small time-frame you’ve decided that all hands on deck were needed.

“One hour by Muku, then we’ll send Taichi over for another hour.” You turn to Banri with a grin. “Just like a game, right? We’ve got all our pieces set up.”

Truly, spending time with him and Itaru was rubbing off on you.

“A game, huh?” A competitive gleam enters his eyes. “Then we’ll clear it, easy.”

“Stop standing around and yapping,” Sakyo enters the room. “If you want to surprise Rurikawa like you planned you better hurry up.”

With that as a reminder you begin to assign items to everyone, double-checking as you go to make sure nothing was overlooked. You’ve decided that since Yuki always looked out for you despite your quirks and troubles, you’ll do your best for him today.

Strengthening your resolve, you turn to the boys that’ve gathered. “Right, let’s get to work!”

"This was nice and all," Yuki says to Muku, picking up the takeout bag. "But it isn't like you to be so spontaneous and try out a new cafe."

Reading his suspicion, Muku quickly covers it up with a short laugh, waving his hands as if to clear the air. "I just wanted to do something with you for your birthday, is all~ The guys on the track team mentioned that the desserts here were stylish, so it made me think of you!"

Fortunately, nervousness isn't an oddity from Muku, so Yuki relaxes his guard a bit. "I guess that makes sense… Though I don't get why people make such a big deal of birthdays, sometimes."

"It's an opportunity for us to show our appreciation for you." Muku opens the door for them as they leave. He's bought the others an hour, but isn't sure if that was enough. "Speaking of, why don't-"

"Yuki!!"

The pair jumps at the sudden sound, turning to see Taichi running towards them at an alarming speed. He doesn't seem like he intends to slow down, which makes Yuki step back and raise his hands in an attempt to stop him.

"Slow down, you dumb-"

"Happy Birthday!"

Taichi attacks Yuki with a side hug, hanging by his arm like a child. This earns him an unimpressed stare from the green-head, while Muku manages a little chuckle at the sight.

"What are you even doing here?" An exasperated Yuki sighs, pushing the other boy off. "Shouldn't you be back at the dorms by now?"

"Actually!" Taichi reveals a shopping list, "I came to help with buying groceries, but there's a lot to carry so it’ll be easier if we all go."

"How did you know we were nearby?" He rests a hand at his hip, wearing a doubtful look. "Creep."

"It's not like that! Y/n gave me a heads up in case I needed the help."

"Ah, right! We sent her a picture of the desserts that looked cute." Muku joins in, asserting Taichi's excuse.

In reality, you had planned out this entire scene by asking Muku to send updates from the cafe. Since you’re normally messing around rather than planning things like these, your strategic ability came as a surprise to most. Both he and Taichi make a mental note to never cross you, lest you use your powers for evil.

"...and Y/n is probably busy climbing the roof with Trianglian or something." Yuki shakes his head, seeming to have bought into the story. "Fine, we'll help you out. No one needs the groceries to be damaged from mishandling."

"I'm fine with that." Muku agrees, turning in the direction of the supermarket. "Shall we get going?"

- During the party -

“Why’d you go so far to buy two hours, though?” Yuki gestures to Taichi, who had intercepted him and Muku to further stall. “Did it really take that long to set up?”

“Well, Y/n was pretty adamant about having things up to standard.” Azuma smiles. “If anything was shoddily put up she’d go after whoever was in charge; no one would’ve dared to slack off.”

“It didn’t help that Banri and Sakyo were backing her up, too.” Tsuzuru recalls, grabbing another snack. “I thought I’d hung the decorations upside-down at one point - my heart almost stopped.”

You feel your face burn from their words. “It wasn’t that bad!”

The party goes on for a while. You and Yuki chat over at the side while the guys take to start a new video game (Itaru apparently bought it in honour of his birthday, so they were determined to clear it perfectly on the first try in his name).

Sounds of battle and intense playing sound over Kazunari’s narrations, which cause Yuki to roll his eyes. “Those idiots… It’s a good thing the place is large enough that we won't disturb any neighbours.”

“Not like anyone would dare come over, though.” You laugh. “The last time the mailman arrived Juza answered the door, remember?”

He shakes his head exasperatedly. “Those Autumn gangsters… They’re hopeless.”

As if summoned by the mention of them, Omi passes by. He joins in the conversation for a bit. “Hopefully the cake’s to your taste?” He asks playfully. “Kazunari helped draw on the cats on top as a memento to your second play.”

“I knew it… Those designs looked too familiar.” Yuki brings a hand to his head. “I guess I should be grateful he didn’t just paint a portrait on.”

Omi chuckles. “It would be quite a sight if he did.” As if a thought just occurred to him, he turns to you, voice melting into concern. “Y/n, did you ever treat your knee?”

You suddenly remember what happened - the injury had dulled away so it never crossed your mind. “Ah, I completely forgot… I’ll just wrap it up later at night. It doesn’t even hurt.” You try to assure them.

Yuki gives you a strict look. “No, you’re getting it treated now.”

When he starts off in the direction of the rooms, Omi bids you good luck. “It’s nice to know that he’s looking after you.”

Your shoulders slump as you make to follow him, guilt wrapping around your reply. “He shouldn’t have to… It’s his birthday.”

“I don’t think he minds, actually.” Omi lends you a knowing smile. “You should hurry so that you can return soon.”

“Seriously… How‘d this even happen?” Yuki applies the sanitizer to your knee, making you wince from the sting.

“We were hanging up the banners,” you sheepishly smile over the pain. “I tripped from the ladder and caught myself, but…” You gesture to the injury. “I scratched it on the roof.”

“You should’ve let the others do it.” He’s wrapping it up now. “Pretty sure Misumi or Banri could’ve done it quicker.”

You pout at that, crossing your arms defiantly. “I wanted to work hard for you! And I shouldn’t be let off from the work just because I’m a girl!”

Yuki sighs, clipping the first aid kit shut. “This isn’t about you being a girl.” He then meets your eyes seriously. “It’s about you being clumsy when you get too excited over something. You’re always running around with the others and come back fine, but once you’re distracted you’ll be open to injury.”

You open your mouth to rebut, but come up short. “Betrayal.” You say semi-dramatically. “I can’t believe you’re calling me out like this.”

He snorts, “I just don’t want someone important to me getting hurt.”

As if he didn’t just say something touching, Yuki gets up from the bed to store the things away. When he looks at you again, he pauses and raises a brow at how you’re staring. “What?” He asks, suddenly conscious of his surroundings.

You shake your surprise away, getting up as well. “Nothing, nothing…” By now you’ve made it to the door of his room. He’s a little ways behind you, to which you turn back, shooting him a happy look. “Love you too, Yuki. Thanks for patching me up!”

With that, you hurry away, leaving Yuki stunned in confusion.

What…?

“Hah?!” He exclaims, following after you. It’s not everyday you manage to throw him off like this, but with the ‘love you’ hanging in the air, no one can really blame him. “What was that about? Y/n!”

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starsandskies · 4 years

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Praise

I don’t even know how long this prompt has been in my askbox… I’m sorry, Nonny! And thank you for sending it to me! I hope you like this if you’re still around here!

Thank you @minilev, @refinedstorage and @spicevalleys for always being there ♥

As always, English is not my first language and blah, blah, blah.

Be A Good Girl

Fandom: Far Cry 5.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Female Deputy (Dawn Wilson).

Prompts: Praise.

Warnings: NSFT - Explicit.

AO3 (kudos, comments and love are always welcome ♥)

Dawn never thought she would love being praised, not at least until she met Jacob Seed, and they started fucking like rabbits. Never thought, either, that he could reduce her to a begging mess with nothing but his voice. That she would do anything to please him, to hear him whispering in her ear how beautiful, how brave, how perfect she was, how proud she made him feel. And there she was, kneeling before him on the cold floor of his office, worshipping him and his thick cock as if they were the most precious thing on the face of the Earth.

And maybe he was; God, maybe he was.

Jacob’s left hand rested behind her head, long fingers tangled in light auburn locks. His grip was not as tight as it could be—he could snap her neck with his bare hands in the blink of an eye—just enough to keep her in place, to remind her who was in charge.

“Look at you,” he muttered, staring at her with a cocky grin plastered on his face, a blush creeping across his scarred cheeks. He swiped the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip before sliding it into her mouth. “You’re desperate for choking on my cock, aren’t you, sweet pea?”

Dawn didn’t even bother trying to reply. She was far more interested in pulling his worn jeans all the way down than in giving him an answer he already knew. Still, her entire body shuddered at his words, his husky voice sending chills down her spine as she rubbed her thighs together, struggling to get enough pressure to relieve somehow that uncomfortable ache burning between her legs. It didn’t last much, though. Before she could even find any solace in that barely perceptible friction, Jacob was already forcing her legs wide open by kicking her knees apart, lips curled into a sly smile that made a gasp hitch in her throat.

Damn man.

“Dirty little thing. Always so needy,” Jacob chuckled, then pulled his thumb out of her mouth to wrap his hand around his girth, pumping himself a few times just a breath away from her face. Her eyes followed his lazy strokes as she groaned softly, frustrated at the familiar heat pooling low in her belly. “You’re so desperate—so fuckin’ eager to please me that you can’t even wait to get that filthy mouth of yours stuffed with my dick again, huh?”

“Can you blame me?” Dawn glanced up at him to meet his gaze, fingertips digging into the burned skin of his exposed thighs. “You’ve been teasing me for so long.”

“It could be worse, dontcha think, honey?” Jacob let go of his cock, then took her hand, brushing the pad of his thumb across her knuckles; a tender gesture that made her heart swelled with a feeling she didn’t want to analyze yet. “I could tie you to the table, or my chair—your hands on your back. I could restrain you and not allow you to touch me at all.”

“As long as I can keep using my mouth, big boy, do whatever you want.”

“My my, such a quick tongue you’ve got, huh?” Jacob’s grip tightened, then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back as he mumbled, “you better put them to good use, then—your mouth and your tongue—if you know what’s good for you, baby girl. Don’t make me use those cute panties of yours to gag you and shut you up.”

As he talked, the toe of his right boot—the same he just had used for kicking her legs apart—brushed her center, causing a gasp to escape her lips as she rocked her hips back and forth, holding tight onto his thigh.

The noises coming from her mouth besides the fact that she was grinding on his boot should embarrass her, and still, the only thing Dawn could think about was how much she wanted him; how well his damn boot felt against her. She was getting frustrated, though, and his endless teasing didn’t help at all. Every time she thought she had the perfect angle, he pushed his foot away, making it harder and harder to find the long-awaited relief she so much needed.

“Jacob, please,” she begged with a pout, resting her chin on his thigh. “Stop moving.”

“You can’t help yourself, huh? C’mon, be a good girl and show me how bad you want it.” Jacob pulled her towards him, then nodded at his neglected cock, throbbing between his legs, a thick bead of precum oozing out its swollen head. It slid down his length, and Dawn leaned closer to flick her tongue out over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. “Fuck—that’s it, sugar,” he hissed, stroking her hair, voice hoarse with need. “Show me how bad you want me, and I may let you ride my thigh later. Would you like that? Make yourself cum on my thigh as I watch you? Betcha it’s better than my boot.”

“I’d rather ride you,” Dawn answered, making herself comfortable between Jacob’s legs. She struggled to focus on him and only on him, doing her best to ignore the annoying tingle that his words, resounding in her mind, sent through her body.

“Keep behaving like a little brat, and you won’t even get my boot, sweetheart. I’ll send you back to Wolf’s Den—or to one of my cages—all bothered and wet.” His tone made her shiver, but the arousal burning in his baby blues gave him away. “Your choice.”

Without taking her eyes off him, she reached for his cock, grabbing it with one hand as she cupped his balls in the other, brushing the pads of her middle and index finger along his perineum. The muscles on his abdomen grew tense, yet Jacob spread his legs a little wider—as much as his pants allowed him to—to grant her better access. Dawn got the hint and increased the pressure of her fingers as she licked a long stripe up his shaft, from the base to its leaking tip, ripping a low and deep groan from the back of his throat.

“God, baby—just like that,” he mused, shutting his eyes closed as she traced the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick with the tip of his tongue. “You’re so good—so fuckin’ good for me. My pretty little girl.”

Jacob was big. Not huge, though. Not even the largest man she had ever met—slightly over average—but by far the thickest. So, Dawn took a deep breath, trying to relax her jaw before putting her lips around his girth, tongue swirling over the leaking head. She took him whole into her mouth, slowly working all the way down until the reddish fuzz of his pubic hair tickled her nose. Jacob’s fingers twitched against her nape, hips jerking up as Dawn bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She sucked at the tip, then hollowed her cheeks to take as much of him as she could, relishing the feeling of owning him, of having him at her mercy if only for a moment.

“Good girl,” he hissed when she pulled back with a loud pop; saliva and precum coating her swollen lips.

“I—I want you.” Dawn squeezed him, the pad of her thumb circling his crown. “I want you inside me—to finish inside me. Please, Jacob—sir. Let me ride you.”

Jacob snorted, his face softening for a tiny moment as he ran his fingers through her hair. He didn’t say a word, though. Instead, he grasped her chin, then leaned forward, catching her mouth in an intoxicating kiss that melted them together. A long, deep, somehow messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, that filled with need and pounding desire every single cell of her craving body.

“I like it—when you beg for me like that,” he mumbled against her mouth, resting his forehead on hers, her cheeks between his palms. His ice-blue eyes roamed her face, a kind of cocky smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I like it so much.”

They stayed like that for a while, diving into each other’s eyes for what it seemed an eternity until Jacob broke the silence. “Damn it—c’mere,” he muttered, then sat back on his chair, patting his thighs in an invitation for her to sit on them, one that Dawn was more than happy to accept. “Don’t keep me waiting, darlin’, or I may change my mind.”

“Ah—you won’t,” she giggled, allowing him to help her up and climb his lap. “Because you want me as much as I want you. Besides—” The chair creaked when she straddled him, holding onto his shoulders to keep balance, nails digging into his skin. “Barking dogs seldom bite, big bad wolf.”

“I do,” Jacob replied, plain lust darkening his blue gaze. He wasted no time in taking her bottom lip between his teeth before attacking her mouth the eagerness of a desperate man. His hands slid down her back and into her panties, his rough touch giving her goosebumps all over. She felt him—his cock twitching beneath her, pressed between their bodies as he cupped her ass in his calloused palms.

“Get up,” he grumbled after parting for air, punctuating his command by slapping her buttocks so hard that she was sure that even the Peggies in the courtyard would’ve heard it. She yelped, but obeyed his order, cursing under her breath when he pushed her panties aside, exposing her cunt to his curious fingers. “Mhm—can’t wait to be inside you. Gonna fill you up so damn well, baby.”

Fuck. Just when Dawn thought she couldn’t blush any redder, Jacob’s words proved her wrong.

“My panties,” she gasped. “Let me—let me take them off.”

“Leave ’em.” Jacob’s voice thickened with anticipation, his eyes fixed on her as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock along her slit, sending jolts of pleasure through her whole being every time he bumped her neglected clit. “I bet you could cum just from this, am I right, sweet pea?” He leaned forward, peppering feather-like kisses and soft nibbles around her nipples as he mumbled, “you’ve been such a good girl that you deserve a little treat, though. You earned it.”

A pitiful whine escaped Dawn’s mouth as she struggled to keep balance on his lap, hovering over his hardness, legs shaking from the effort, but also because of his lips on her, his tongue circling her hardened rosy buds. Breath caught in her throat when he lined himself up with her entrance, tightening the grip of his left hand on her flesh to pull her down onto his length with a deep groan.

God, the stretch; that delightful stretch.

Jacob let go of her nipple, then glanced up at her from between her breasts, cheeks reddened with a deep blush. She was about to complain, already missing the warmth of his mouth on her skin, but he spoke first, “you okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, giving herself some time to adjust to his girth.

“What are you waiting for, then? Might be wrong, but I thought you wanted to ride me.”

Dawn huffed at the mockery in his tone, rolling her eyes as she hooked her feet around Jacob’s calves for leverage—the best she could, considering the circumstances. That rickety and squeaky chair was far from being the most suitable place for a quick fuck, not only because it seemed about to crumble at any moment but also because the tip of her toes barely reached the tiled floor.

“Could use some help, y’know?”

“M’sure you’ll manage,” Jacob chuckled, but his hands slid down her sides and around her hips to grab her ass again, giving it a few squeezes before he bounced her on his cock.

Fuck. At last.

The moment they started moving together, Dawn fell into a kind of trance, clinging to his neck, palms cradling the back of his head as she allowed him to manhandle her, to do with her whatever he wanted. Jacob felt so damn good that before she knew it, she was totally and hopelessly lost in him; all the reasons she shouldn’t be there, having mind-blowing sex with him, long forgotten.

Jacob slid in deeper with every thrust, hitting the most perfect spots inside her as she struggled to keep up with him, to ride him and be in charge as she was supposed to. It was he who set the pace, though, slamming into her from below as he groped the tender flesh of her ass.

“See? That’s my girl, riding my cock like you were made for it—” he groaned, the tantalizing touch of his chest hair against her sensitive nipples driving her crazy.

“Jake,” Dawn moaned his name, tension building up in her core like a string about to snap anytime.

His beard grazed her shoulder, so she tilted her head to the side in response, lips parted into a silent plea for him to keep going. Jacob ignored her, though, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, mesmerized—as much as herself—by the almost hypnotic pace of their hips swaying together, of them moving like one.

“You belong with me.” He ran his lips along her neck, sucking and kissing her feverish skin as she trembled on top of him, overwhelmed by all the different but still intense sensations that rushed through her body. Him, throbbing inside her. His hairy pubes, soaked in her own juices, rubbing against her center. His hands, clinging to her so hard that pain mingled with pleasure. And his skilled tongue, swirling over her pulse point as his teeth claimed her as his—marked her as his for all to see. “You belong to me.”

“Fuck, Jake, m’gonna—” Dawn couldn’t keep talking; words stuck in her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of bliss flowing throughout every nerve in her system. She cupped his face in her palms, clenching around him, squeezing, gripping him like a vice as her moans echoed across the paint-chipped walls of his office.

Soft groans escaped Jacob’s parted lips as he held her impossibly close, grounding her hips into his groin, nails scratching her tender skin. It didn’t take long for her to notice him tensing under her weight, his movements stuttering as he neared his own climax. Her tightness clamped down on his pulsing cock, then his whole body went still for a moment, just before he spilled himself into her with a deep grunt.

“Mine,” he panted, staring up at her through half-lidded eyes, his scarred face contorted with pleasure as they both rode out the last throes of their orgasms together.

Dawn let out a loud sigh as she collapsed on top of him, against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck, his already familiar scent—musky, earthy with a hint of pine—filling her lungs, comforting her. His arms curled around her middle, pulling her in an unexpected tight embrace that, to her disappointment, lasted far less than she would’ve liked.

“You should go,” Jacob whispered, reaching out to brush a lock of her hair out of her face, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on the small of her back. “Joseph will be here any minute.”

“Don’t care.”

“Honestly? Me neither.” His lips grazed her flushed skin as he added, “but I don’t feel like explaining myself to him. Not right now.”

“Joe’s a big boy, and considering the circumstances… I’m sure he’ll figure it out,” she joked, threading her fingers into his beard. “I mean, we’re mostly naked, you’re still half-hard inside me, and your cum—”

“Wow, you’re such a romantic, huh Dawnie? C’mon, smartass,” Jacob interrupted her, patting her butt, then nodded at her clothes, scattered all over the floor. “Time to keep giving me hell.”

Dawn felt his heart beating, pounding against her own, chest-to-chest, his grip around her waist tightening as if, despite his words, he refused to let her go. Jacob was right, though, and she wasn’t ready to find out how he would react if Joseph caught her there.

“Agh—fine.” Her legs trembled when she got up off his lap, struggling to stand up as his seed dripped out of her. She giggled at his pleased expression, his gaze fixed on the juncture of her thighs. “Admiring your work, old man?”

“Damn right, I am,” Jacob replied with a proud grin on his face. His blue eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering in all the spots where he had marked her, fingers ghosting over her tender skin. “You look beautiful.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m a mess, and you’re the one to blame.”

“Well, I didn’t hear you complain, honey. Quite the opposite. You were pretty loud voicing your… needs,” he pointed out, smirking at her. “and you put on quite a show, baby girl.”

A faint blush rose up Dawn’s cheeks, her pulse fluttering in her ears as she looked around for her clothes, struggling to deal with the feelings and emotions he aroused in her. She playfully punched him on the shoulder, then leaned over to brush her lips against his again, mumbling, “did you like it?”

His right hand slid around her neck to cup the back of her head, fingers tangled into her hair as he pulled her into a lingering kiss before saying, “more than anything. You’ve been perfect. You are perfect.”

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lokispettigerr · 5 years

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Ophelia--The Goddess Within: Fic Drabble (Loki x Reader) NSFW

Summary: Reader is feeling frustrated and struggling with their inner potential. Loki of course still sees the beauty and power within and decides to bring it out!

Word Count: 1406

A/N: Just a little fic drabble for you all since I have been away from posting fictions for so long. Hope you enjoy it at least some and look forward to the full fic. Read on and find out how Loki and I see you, and how we wish you could see yourself.

Taglist: In the reblog

“I give up!” I cried, throwing my hands in the air exasperatedly. “I can’t do this anymore!”

“Can’t do what anymore?” a deeply erotic voice asked.

I startled at the sound. Loki was always appearing suddenly as if the shadows and air all around me seemed to give him form.

His voice was a balm that soothed my nerves, but not enough to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.

“This!” I yelled, too loud, and pointed dramatically at an art piece I had been laboring over for the last several days.

Without a word, he walked over to my desk. It was littered all about with pencils, papers, erasers, and the like.

Loki’s deft fingers shifted a piece of paper away from my work as he peered at it. Though his face was still turned towards the art, he looked up at me. I was struck by how innocent he looked like that. For a moment I caught a glimpse of what he might have looked like as a small child-- perhaps trying to apologize for something he didn’t do, trying to cheer someone else up who was angry over a broken vase or the like. It was odd seeing him like that.

“I see nothing amiss here,” Loki said, his lashes casting shadows in his luxurious green eyes. “No.” I pointed, my finger floating near his, “Look there! It’s all wrong.”

Loki’s eyes trailed back down, to where my finger gestured-- making a tight circle in the air as if I was trying to wave the problem away with magic.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, “Ah, Norns, yes. I see it now! Oh, how ghastly!”

“You do, really? I know! It is terrible. I can’t stand it!” I replied, finally content that he saw what I could see.

His hand grabbed at mine, his fingers linking through my own. “No, my love. I see nothing but beauty.” He brought my hand to his lips to kiss it. I could see the pencil smudges on my fingers turning them grey.

I tried pulling my hand back, “Loki!” I sighed, “Stop pretending like it is fine. It isn’t!”

He chuckled, “Ophelia, not everything has to be perfection. Why can you not see the beauty in the imperfect? You are much too hard on yourself.”

“Loki…”

“Well, what about me, Ophelia my love? I am not perfect. Not by any means, yet you still think I am good and pure.”

I scowled at him, “Not at this particular moment, Loki!”

His mouth went into a straight line. He may have been wounded by my words, but he wouldn’t say so. I felt bad for being so snappy with him.

“I think you need time away from,” he gestured at the drawing, “your art.” I could tell he wanted me to know it was not simply a drawing, but the expression of emotions and the soul on paper.

“That’s fine! I’m never doing it again anyway!” I was being dramatic and I knew it. I also knew Loki was probably right, but I wanted to be upset at this moment. I was unhappy. I deserved to at least feel how I wanted to.

Loki did not respond, instead, he pulled me away from my desk, away from the mess that reflected what was in my mind.

He took me outside to stand on the porch. It was early morning. I didn’t realize I must have been awake through the night. The soft rays of the sun peeked out from between the branches and green, glistening leaves of the trees surrounding the house.

“Stay,” he ordered before heading back into the house. He looked back at me over his shoulder, “Undress.”

I was appalled a bit. I must admit, but luckily Loki and I had a cabin out in the forest, and the only ones that would witness my nakedness would be the critters and creatures of the forest. I shrugged out of my clothes, slightly feeling abashed. My arms went over my breasts and I kept my legs together, as tight as possible, crossing my feet with one another as I stood waiting, awkward.

While Loki was gone I stayed within my thoughts. Loki truly was very interesting. When I first met him, he came across apathetic. I would have never thought he would go to great links to show someone he cares about how important to the world or to him they were-- but time after time Loki showed me how special I was. He could be filled with madness, lust, jealousy, rage, and the like. I expected those as did many others who met Loki.

It finally hit me. Loki showed those facets of himself, those facets that were expected of him to most people. It took someone truly special and powerful to bring out the rest. Loki himself was a work of art, a hidden one. Only a true artist, like myself, who drew with their whole being could bring out his truth.

Loki returned carrying several bottles of paint. I quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never taken you as much of a painter.”

Loki didn’t answer and instead placed the bottles of paint at my feet, holding onto a purple bottle.

Loki carried no paint brushes or other art supplies and my eyes widened as it dawned on me what Loki was planning to do.

I watched as his deft fingers opened the bottle, turned it upside down to pour some of the paint onto the palm of his hand. The paint seeped onto his skin spreading into the fine lines of his palm, tracing a map of his life.

“May I?” He asked, glancing up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes bright in the rays of the sun.

The paint could have passed for black if there hadn’t been a golden metallic sheen within the paint. Yet, it was purple, but a violet purple that mimicked that of the cosmos. For without the light of all the stars the cosmos would truly be darker than black-- a twirling void of soulessness and disarray.

“For your brilliance, your body is a mirror of the universe,” Loki said in a husky voice, his brows were furrowed as he rubbed his hands together and his thumbs and index fingers caressed my forehead, nose, and cheeks. Then with the palms of his hand he cupped and massaged both of my breasts. When most of the paint was transferred from his hands to my skin, he knelt to get another paint tube-- this color was red, but again it had a golden sheen to it making it shimmer and become alive in the dancing rays of the sun. It looked like fire. “For within your womb is a fire that births creativity, intuition, and above all life. Not only does it consume but it is the energy source of all life.”

I spoke not a word, I was in a trance at the sound of his words. I was under a spell. “Do not ever let this fire burn down to embers. Stroke it, feed it.” As he said this his hand dipped down, below my navel, below the space between my hips, down, his finger right above the cleft of my lower lips, right above my clit. I drew a sharp breath in between my teeth. Loki continued, he would transfer the paint from his hands to my body to kneel back down to gather more-- he did this until all of me was covered in paint swirling like the universe.

“Now you see what I see,” he whispered in a hushed tone. “You give birth to art, because you are art of the highest creation. I see you, now you see yourself.” Loki took his index finger, crooking it under my chin to tilt my head up so he could place a kiss of passion on my rose colored lips.

“It’s alright to take a break from your art from time to time, but never forsake it. You are a wild goddess, your spirit swirling about the void of the cosmos giving birth and lighting all of the stars within the galaxies. You need to put your art, your soul onto paper to share with others so they will know they are never alone. Share the fire of the divinity within you.”

Loki was right, I smiled knowingly and said, “Thank you Loki.”

**** Hope you all enjoyed this and it invoked a sense of your true power and a greater desire to be at unity with yourself and your productions.

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benhaardy · 5 years

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fresh || b.h.

REQUEST: an imagine where the reader is friends with ben from her first year of highschool, and they stay friends through till sixth form, before they move to uni they confess their feelings for each other and it’s all fluffy and nice💖💖💖

A/N: helloooo thank you for sending me a request i hope i did this justice!! im super rusty but here goes!!!!!! i feel like a noob cause i dont really know how drama clubs function sorry but this is how the clubs i’ve been in kinda functioned during a free time period yknow? also i hope i got the school stuff right lol im aMeRiCan. yeet i would loveeeee some feedback because this is the first time ive ever written in second person so uhhh hit up my askbox! also i am basic and do not know anything about high school plays so they do romeo and juliet i apologize, yes it is basic and all quotes from it are taken OUT OF CONTEXT so uh just-just disregard romeo and juliet the play and characters and yeah whatever.

i tried my hardest to make this neutral for the reader so hair, eye colour, skin, shouldn’t be a problem though there is some playing with your hair tho lol.

Y/HT means your hometown.

had a blast writing this, thank you for sending in a request <3333. hope you like!

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: fem!reader, one or two bad words?, p fluffy and also l o l rusty writer right here. this wasn’t proofread and was beta’d halfway so apologies for any inaccuracies or typos.

fresh

Isabel led you down the long hallway, fluorescent lights beaming down upon both of you as you walked. She looked behind at you, encouraging and cheerful as always. As you made your way to the drama room, you clenched your fists and breathed deeply. You had joined the drama club at the encouraging of Isabel, wanting to finally make more friends after a few days of being in this new school, this whole new place. Everything was different here, but maybe you could have one constant in this close group of people. You were nervous. It showed. She reassured, “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re probably, like, the most relaxed people on this campus. You’ve got nothing to worry about, alright?”

You nodded at her, a tight smile on your lips. Hopefully, she was right. Though you’d always known drama kids to be loud and fun, you couldn’t help but shake that self-conscious feeling inside.

She opened the door for you both and let you enter before her into the room. The walls were painted black and had colourful drawings and paintings hung up on them which were student made. In the middle of the room were at least 15 people either sitting in chairs or scattered about on the ground. They were all doing their own thing. Some people were acting out scenes with each other, others were just talking amongst themselves or playing around. Two boys were in the corner kicking a football at each other while reciting A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

“Everyone? Welcome Y/N to the club!” You waved shyly at them and their exclamations at your presence. “Come over here with me,” said Isabel, who showed you over to an open seat in the middle of the room, next to a blonde boy. His face lit up at the sight of you coming to him.

“You must be the great Y/N Izzy’s always talking about!” He patted the seat next to him where you sat down. “I’m Ben.” He grinned at you, pearly whites shining. Ben adjusted his beanie and sat nonchalantly, hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Y/N,” you replied. You were still on edge but Ben seemed nice enough. You two sat for a little in silence, watching the chaos of the club in motion. Isabel had left to kick the football with the boys.

“So Y/N,” he piped up, ”tell me about yourself.” He sat forward, intent on listening to whatever you were gonna say.

“I moved here from Y/HT. I was never really into drama before now, I guess, but I used to act when I was younger. Isabel convinced me to join again ‘cause I’m still trying to find my way around here,” you replied, a small, nervous laugh following your words.

“Well, you’ll always be welcome here! I joined after I got injured and I fell in love with acting. I hope you stay.” Ben grinned at you, a glint in his eye.

Three years had passed. Three years of plays and lawless drama kids and Ben. You had grown extremely close with him, hanging out as much as possible, helping each other with your lines, and staying near each other during rehearsals and meetings. Both of you were attached at the hip. You were more at his house then you were at your own.

You had simply just fit. Snug and at home with each other. Snug enough that you had grown to have feelings for him. You prayed that it was just those normal feelings that people have for their best friends, where they were teetering dangerously over the line of romance but stayed safe, still platonic. Your prayers were not answered and you had fallen, hard, for your best friend.

It was hard to hide your feelings, hard to hide when he was so kind. Ben was willing to hold you up when you were low and willing enough to know pretty much everything about you without forgetting what you liked and what irked you. He hosted you at his house with no problem. Though you did the same, it was great knowing someone would give that same love back.

He was so affectionate and always greeted you with a grin and a kiss on the cheek. “Darling,” “love,” and “angel,” were synonymous with your name at this point. Ben invited you out to grab food, or watch a movie, or go shopping, and he always paid without fail. When you left his presence, when you looked down upon yourself, “I love you’s” from him were always, always there. Ben embraced you with open arms, in a figurative way and literally.

He was home. Simple as that.

Your friends summed it up when they said that you and Ben were like,”an old, married couple.” His warmth spread into your heart and now it felt like it was squeezing it. Squeezing it and then dropping it on the floor. Multiple times. Strange enough, you hadn’t changed much on the outside. You were still the same old Y/N around him but the second you got home, everything changed. You sat at your desk, head in hands. You were supposed to be doing homework but that was thrown out the window once you hung out with him that day, your mind taken over.

On those complicated nights, you contemplated telling Ben everything: how you planned out your words so you wouldn’t say anything stupid around him, how you sat alone with your thoughts at night just thinking, thinking about him, how his “I love you” made your heart pang with longing and fondness. You were worried everything would change. Even though you knew if you became a couple, nothing would become any different than before.

You could not take that chance. You couldn’t risk losing Ben.

You were laying down on Ben’s chest, him propped up on his backpack against the wall in the drama room. Both of you were reading from the script in your hands. His chin was on your head and you could feel him mouthing the words to his lines. He was playing with your hair mindlessly, this affection, again, extremely apparent. You turned your head to look at him and poked his cheek, to which he responded by puffing out his cheeks. Both of you laughed and resumed your routine, watching your ever chaotic drama mates be loud and rehearse, all in preparation for your last ever play before university: Romeo and Juliet.

Ben was cast as Romeo and you, Juliet. Before, you both had preferred taking side roles. You two were hidden gems, the quiet ones, but Isabel had pushed you to try to take the lead one time. Everyone was working as hard as ever to make the play special; a fourth of the club was off to uni after this year.

He put his arms around your waist, squeezed your body tight, and nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you read out loud, “O gentle Romeo, / If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.” He read his part and you both read until Juliet had to leave.

You could feel Ben’s chest go up and down as he breathed steadily. It was as if there was no one else in the room other than you two as you practiced your lines. You recited,

“And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.”

Tonight was the last performance of Romeo and Juliet. It was extremely bittersweet. You could see how everyone had improved in their methods over the years and today was the last demonstration of that, the last day everyone would truly be together like this. Everyone was going to different universities, all for different reasons and majors. Romeo and Juliet was your final curtain.

Ben’s family came to you after you dressed out of your costume. They gave you flowers and sung their praises at your performance. They gave you a ride to the diner where you were to meet with the rest of the club to celebrate your successful performances.

Both of you shuffled into a booth in the corner along with the other 4 members who had their last performances sat with you. You and Ben ordered your normal stack of pancakes and fruit. He had his arm around you the entire time, switching from your shoulder to your waist every once in a while as you both conversed with the rest of your uni-bound friends. Your friend who was sitting on yours and Ben’s side left to talk with the lower classmen. Leaning against Ben, you put your feet up on the rest of the booth.

“Hand me my makeup wipes, yeah?” You asked Ben, pointing back to your bag on his side. You heard him rummaging around in your things.

“Here, love.” He gave you the wipes and you wiped off all of the heavy stage makeup, undid your hair, and shook it all out. You sat up again and looked up at him who looked as if he was watching you closely. It was only one second, though. Only one second.

Your food had come, the meal had been had, the cheerful crying at your third-to-last goodbyes to your group had ceased and now you and Ben were walking home together through the park close to your own house. The ground was wet with rain, though thankfully, it had subsided and there were no clouds lightening the night sky. The moon was full, the grass was dewy, and there was potential in the air. A spark.

As he walked alongside you, you thought of how his kiss during the play had stuck on your lips and how his hand tightly clasped in yours while you professed your love felt. Though the words of Juliet just flew through you, it all felt real, even with the period costumes and lights and stage. His lines were simply just that. Lines. Words that were written 400 years ago, in language from 400 years ago that he acted out on stage to you and you back to him. But it just felt real, much too real. You were alone with your thoughts once again, the subject of them standing just right beside you in silence himself.

“Y/N?” Ben piped up.

“Yes?” You looked at him looking up at the sky.

“Don’t you think how crazy it is that three years ago we met, we talked about why we joined the club, and you were really only here on a whim? Now tonight, it’s our last performance in this group ever. And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to stay! We’re here now and I was Romeo and you were my Juliet and—I just feel as if everything’s that led up to us being here was so special. Like you were meant by the universe to join the club, sit next to me and talk to me and be my best friend. You were a blessing, Y/N, my blessing, and I just-”

Your smile grew and grew and grew and your pulse quickened and everything felt wild. Absolutely, motherfucking wild. Your limbs were jelly. There were alarms going off in your brain “You just what, Ben?” You said softly, tears at your eyes at his lovely, lovely words. He turned to face you as you both stopped underneath a lamppost, the light and the moonlight softly illuminating features. Your best friend stepped closer to you. “You just what, Ben?” You now whispered, seeing his own gooey smile and his eyes, filled with tears, drop down to your lips and back up again to your eyes.

“I just—I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, Ben.” Your grin was wide enough that it squeezed the tears out of your eyes. “I’ve loved you since, like, year 11!” You laughed while wiping away the wetness from your face.

He blushed and took your hand in his. “I got a crush on you two months after we met, dude.”

“No freaking way, Ben!” Your eyes went wide. He liked you for this long? And here you were contemplating everything, overthinking everything!

“Yes, way!” He laughed. “I didn’t want to leave it until we left to uni together because I know I’d be agonizing over it. They say uni’ll be the best years of our lives so… why not start it out with a bang? In more than one way, if you know what I’m saying…” he said playfully, winking. You rolled your eyes and made an attempt at pushing his shoulder, but you both snickered at his joke.

“I love you, Ben. Seriously.”

“And I love you, Y/N. Seriously.”

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tyranttortoise · 5 years

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Sure! You guys can always feel free to send me an IM. If you don’t get a response within a day or two, poke me again because I tend to miss them. Don’t worry if you’re shy; I never get annoyed by IM’s.

Absolutely feel free! I adore any kind of fanfic set in the SSLL verse! <3 You guys are free to do whatever you’d like with it. Just tag me or send it my way because I’d love to read it. =D

I’ve actually got a few sets of bros answered for this! I’d do it for the US/SF bros, but honestly, there isn’t that much of a difference so it’s not worth it.

UT/UF bros

HT bros

How did I not see this ask sooner? This one made me really happy because you totally nailed my depictions of them in the best way.

Also, same, anon. Same. Only I’d also bone Edge. And, you know. Both of them together while I’m at it.

@disasterbisexual This ask made my day. <3 I forever want to be Lady and Mistress of the Tortoises. x] Thank you so much for being your sweet self!!

I updated it less than a week ago, anon. No worries; it’s def still going on! <3 I just don’t have a set update schedule. Fallout 76 is taking my free time for the most part 8D

I support this as canon. <3

@whatevenisiteren <333 I need art of that in my life. He fits it so well!

@ruby-the-wolf I’m glad you enjoyed it!! <33 Oh man, it was definitely chaos. It’s just the skeles running around and her struggling to keep up in the tiny room. x]

Most def! I wanted to throw them in the last chapter, but it was just too many skeletons. They’ll show back up again eventually! I really need to sit down and write the short fic about them I’ve had planned for like a year now lol.

@tuestika I’m so glad you enjoy it! <3 Skeleton harems are the best kind of harems as far as I’m concerned. ;D Thank you so much for reading, and for dropping me an ask!

Space is Outertale Sans for sure. ;D I got quite a few requests for a cameo with him, so I wanted to go into some of my headcanons in the fic! Also, sorry that you’ve been worried your asks are being eaten! I just don’t answer all my asks/I wait for several non-imagine asks to pile up so I can answer them all at once instead of spamming my blog. Also, I don’t think I got any vent asks from you, so if you sent any of them, they really did get eaten!

Speaking of your asks, I just found one buried within the depths of my askbox, so I’m going to post it up here, too.

I want to, but I really suck at coming up with good questions for the quiz!

... Also, I refreshed my askbox and found this ask below, too. Sometimes asks just disappear for me and then reappear if I refresh it a couple of times??

I’ll introduce them in a bonus chapter at some point. =] I’ve actually written about Dancetale and Outertale in my other Undertale fic! It’s an Explicit fic, however, but both of those chapters were completely smut-free.

@ut-stuff That part was in there just for you. ;D

xD I like the way your brain works because this is fantastic. I’m constantly trying to pop my back, and now this is going to be what I think of every single time.

@dontexpectmuchxd Ahhhh, sorry this took me so long to reply to! I just saw this buried in my askbox!

The best thing about being an adult is the freedom. If I want to buy something, I have the means to buy it, and if I want to go on a trip, I can go.

The worst part is the, uh... lack of freedom. 8D Just because I can go somewhere doesn’t mean I don’t still have a boatload of people telling me I shouldn’t. If I have any advice for my younger followers, it’s that you should follow your dreams as soon as you can. If I could go back, I would’ve taken a traveling job right out of college, and I would’ve been a lot happier. Now, I’m locked into staying in a place that I hate, surrounded by negativity -- which is why I’m so against negativity on my blog! I get it enough in my day-to-day lol.

But yeah, my adult advice is to do what makes you the happiest and remember to budget responsibly so you won’t have to worry about the bill part of being an adult. And build your credit. I can’t stress how important that is. I know this wasn’t really an advice question, but it’s 4AM so I just went off the rails with it.

@student-on-the-run Sorry this one’s so late, too! I’m digging through my inbox during a nightshift to see what I missed. I’m glad you enjoyed SSLL -- and the all-nighter is most def the highest of compliments to a fic writer. <33 Thank you so much for dropping me such sweet messages! And hey, I’m happy to include more skeleton terminology. x] I keep meaning to finish up a one-shot involving Stretch and learning proper bone anatomy, ha. I hope you’re doing well, hun! <3 Thanks again!

It’s place that’s always open and makes delicious waffles! It also has burgers and typical diner food, but the pecan waffles are where it’s at. If I’m ever super tired or working late, I always go by and grab a waffle and some coffee. It’s good and really cheap, too.

xD I mean, same. I’ll write something up with virgin Stretch, don’tcha worry. And thanks so much! I’m so glad you like the little details. ;]

I’m with you, anon. Monsters definitely have white souls. However, I know that a lot of people tend to assign soul traits to monsters via their magic preferences, which I’m totally for. I wrote a bit about magic colors and why a monster’s magic (i.e. ecto tongue, etc) may manifest in a specific color during the Stretch/Red/Landlady date in SSLL.

#the tortoise talks #ssll asks #general asks #positivity #it's 4am so i'm combining several asks and then sticking this in the queue for a halfway decent hour #how'd i let my askbox get so backed up #i just hadn't been feeling up to answering things for a bit #but i'm back to feeling better so i'm here to answer asks and get to some imagines #long post

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unofferable-fic · 5 years

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Submission from literalapologyblog + some thoughts re: GOT/Marvel/writing

“(too long for askbox, so sending as submission)

Hey, I left a dickish comment on a post you made (via defunct blog, “beewinged”), and I’m sorry. I just literally created a whole new account and painstakingly tracked down your url again to say that, because it was bugging me that much.

I was really into fandom and tumblr for a few years, and pulled out of it completely when one particular fandom went sour with drama and hatefulness. Hate directed at showrunners, between fans– a lot of it using the guise of progressive language.

I removed myself from fandom and social media entirely and pretty successfully, because I hate communicating with people in soundbites and hate how communities like tumblr (for all their upsides) make it easy for users to “curate” a personality and set of opinions with the click of a button.

And it took all of a few days scrolling the Endgame tag for me to go right back to a place of casual, de-personalizing interactions (two comments, the other one being, “this take bums me out”– but still two comments too many).

I saw about fifty posts that compared Endgame to GoT S8; yours wasn’t that unusual. Tags on tumblr, by design, highly concentrate extreme emotion and stimulus. Social media doesn’t care what it’s doing to compassionate discourse. Rationally, I know this! – but seeing post after post talking about writers and creatives, human people with families, as if they had committed war crimes– seeing “fuck the Russos”, “these writers are basically the same people as these writers”, treating “the Russos” like some kind of malicious entity or, worse, seeing anti-colonialist director of color Taika Waititi referred to as “a bag of racid dicks” (in the name of protecting the integrity of a made-up person) made it all too easy for me to perceive individual posts as a part of a vicious hivemind obsessed with its fandom reality-bubble.

I think there are some good criticisms of Endgame. I also felt and still feel that the writing in Endgame (flawed but thematically consistent, focuses on Tony’s arc to the exclusion of others, because his– for better or for worse– is the strongest) doesn’t bear comparison with the hasty and thoughtless writing of GoT’s last few episodes.

That opinion is not what I expressed in my comment on your post. I wasn’t starting a conversation in good faith (something I’ve tried very hard to hold myself to, in real life and when I do make posts online). I essentially expressed, “*you*, a part of a hivemind, are mad because the thing you wanted didn’t happened, and *you* are fronting like that’s ‘bad writing’”.

That’s a very personal accusation, and a really incendiary and unfair thing to say to someone on the basis of one post, ever if it reflects a generalized feeling I have about online fandom. I let my momentary irritation get the better of me, and focused it on you. It wasn’t the most unkind thing I’ve ever said, but that doesn’t rankle any less.

So: I’m sure you do have strong feelings about stories and opinions about storytelling, and I’m sure they are worth listening to, that you have people in your life who enjoy hearing your thoughts, and that the best and most complex of your thoughts can’t be gleaned from just scrolling through your tumblr.

You might have a thicker skin than I do, and maybe didn’t give my comment a second thought– but I’m sorry if, for even a second, it made you feel dismissed or hurt or misunderstood. You could be any number of people who, in “real” life, I’d never speak to so dismissively. I hope you continue to write, enjoy and engage with stories.”

First off, I want to apologise for taking a few days to post this. I saw this in my submission box and wanted to thoroughly think over it before I replied. I’ve since seen that the blog has been deactivated, but I wanted to post this in the hopes you might stumble across my response, because I do appreciate you going to the effort to find me again… It’s a serious effort! And rarely do people apologise for ‘dickish’ comments haha

First off, I understand anyone who wishes to take time away from fandoms, especially when things get toxic and experiences get ruined by it. For me personally, I have a tendency to just avoid those blogs/tags. There was certain things I don’t go near, and certain posts that I might read, internally disagree with, and move on. I’ve spent a lot less time on Twitter and Instagram lately, and I’m feeling better for it too.

In short, do I think that there are rightful comparisons to make between the writers at Marvel and GOT? Yes. Do I think that makes it okay for us to talk excessive smack about the Russos/TW? No. While my criticisms for the Russos and TW run deep, I never condone death threats or unnecessary insults. On one post in particular, I’ve ‘gone off’ on some comment the Russos made regarding fan reactions to Loki’s death. Nothing other than calling them ‘fucking eejits’, but cursing is used more casually here in Ireland, so maybe that’s why I use it as such. But yeah, other than that, I don’t agree with the notion of wishing death or serious harm on these people, and I think most people would agree with that. Criticise them all day, if it’s valid, but anything else is a bit… excessive. I certainly do think that there are far more valid criticisms floating about instead of death threats, but the harsh stuff is always going to jump out the most.

I agree with a lot of what you say - while there are definitely valid criticisms to be made about Endgame, it’s not an awful or bad film, and there are definitely more examples of poor and lazy writing in the last season of GOT. As someone who was in love with that show for a good five seasons, it was sad to see it go the way it did. I did, however, jump ship after some very telling and dramatic writing choices they made in season five. By my logic at the time, “if they will do x now, they’ll most definitely do y and z later”, and it’s never fun when that realisation comes to fruition. That being said, I still strongly believe that Marvel dropped the ball with some of my favourite characters in Endgame (Loki, Steve, Tony, Bucky, Thor). I think they did great by some characters, and terrible by others. But that’s probably a discussion for another post - most of my feelings have been far better explained in posts by other blogs!

“I essentially expressed, “*you*, a part of a hivemind, are mad because the thing you wanted didn’t happened, and *you* are fronting like that’s ��bad writing’”.” If I’m being honest, this is absolutely nothing new to me haha. As a Loki fan and someone quite critical of the last season of GOT, I’m well used to people telling me “you’re just mad because your fave died!” and “you just don’t like it because it’s not the ending you wanted!” I think any Loki fan can attest to that too. It sucks, but if someone replies to me in that way, I don’t even bother continuing the conversation. You’ve already reached a wall before the conversation can start. I recently had a chat with a friend who I falsely assumed would cut me off in a similar manner, and it was amazingly refreshing to have my opinion heard and not automatically shut off because I’m a “Loki fangirl”. For me, Endgame just proved that my favourite character’s ending in IW was badly written, badly executed, pointless other than being motivation for Thor, and just overall illogical and out of character. Much like most Dany fans don’t mind her character becoming a mad queen, I don’t mind if Loki dies. My issue is how we get there and how badly executed it was in terms of writing. The actors themselves obviously put their hearts into what I would consider a weak story point. It seemed careless, much like Dany’s characterisation... “How do we get there exactly? Ah, who cares, just do it and get it over with. People will watch it and we’ll make money anyway.”. Can you imagine if they had screwed up Iron Man’s arc in the same manner? The backlash would’ve been insane!

I do of course apologise if I’ve ever some across as someone who just shits on Marvel, because that’s not who I am. I grew up being a massive Spider Man fan as a kid, and these heroes and films will always have a place in my heart, but I’m still going to critique something even if I love it. If anything, I think it’s even more important to acknowledge flaws in your favourite things. I’m certainly not right in ever instance, and I don’t think I know everything there is to know about writing!

My main hope from all of this is just that future writers learn from these mistakes and become better writers because of it.

I genuinely appreciate the fact you went to the trouble to find my blog again apologise, because it’s something that I see rarely. I hadn’t paid much attention to your original comment, but your apology is valued and appreciated. It’s honestly something I don’t usually receive amidst a sea of “yOu’rE JUst mAD bEcAUse yOuR faVE DieD!!”

Likewise I hope that you continue to express your own thoughts and opinions on writing in an articulate manner, and hopefully you see less of those posts that proper do your head in! Thank you for explaining your point of view to me, and thick skin or not, apologies and calm conversations always go a long way.

#more of this please #this is the discourse I live for #me answering shit #me saying shit #submission #ask #ask me anything #literalapologyblog #got #game of thrones #marvel #MCU #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame #game of thrones spoilers #loki #writing #apology

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emmerrr · 6 years

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♖ andreil pls (bc as Charles Boyle would say "That's the most intimate thing you can do to a lover with your fingers")

listEN I lost it when I saw this in my askbox, charles is who I thought of immediately when I saw that prompt! I’m gonna combine it with some other prompts I hope that’s okay!

anonymous asked: i’m living for these prompts! i love your writing! everything is so soft and lovely 😊 😍❤️ if you have time can you do andreil and ♟?? it seems to suit them ;) [thank you so much :) ]

anonymous asked:♗ Andreil I love your writing!!! [thanks!]

anonymous asked:Andreil prompt; ♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

anonymous asked:hello, could i please have ♣ or ♚ with andreil? btw just wanted to tell you how much i love the fics you write. you’re a wonderful writer and i adore you [thanks you’re the sweetest!]

♖: Having their hair washed by the other

♟: Patching up a wound

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap.

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♣: Back scratches or ♚: Head scratches

SUPER COMBO. LET’S GO! read on ao3]

as of now, I only have one andreil prompt left to do but I think I’m probably gonna leave it a few weeks because I want to do something christmassy with it. bear with me, anon! also I wrote a renison prompt which you can find here if that’s your thing.

please don’t send me anymore! :)

*warnings for brief blood mention and a minor injury.*

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Neil said, looking up from the sports pages with a frown. There was an article in there about Kevin that Neil wanted to cut out and frame just to annoy Andrew.

The man himself was leaning against the kitchen counter, a bread-roll in his hand that he was slicing with a sharp knife, the blade inching ever closer to Andrew’s palm.

“Do what,” Andrew asked with absolutely no inflection.

“That,” Neil said. Andrew knew full-well what he was talking about; it had been brought up many times before. “One of these days you’re going to cut your hand, and I won’t feel sorry for you.”

The look Andrew shot Neil was dripping with derision. “I do this nearly every day and it hasn’t happened yet.”

“It only takes once.”

Andrew rolled his eyes but made no further reply, and Neil returned his attention to the paper, Kevin’s triumphant game-winning grin staring back at him. The season had just drawn to a close, Kevin’s team narrowly beating out Matt’s in the final. Neil and Andrew’s team had lost to Kevin’s in the semi-final; it still stung, but Neil was proud anyway, of himself and Andrew and the rest of their team. He was even prouder of Kevin.

For now though, he was just looking forward to an extended break. He’d been quietly pleased when Andrew had joined him for a run this morning, and now back, he was planning on hopping in the shower as soon as he’d finished with the paper. Maybe he’d be able to convince Andrew to join him there, too.

“Neil.”

“Hm?”

“You can say ‘I told you so’ if you want.”

“What?” Neil looked up and Andrew was holding his hand over the sink, dripping blood. “Oh fuck, Andrew.”

Neil was out of his chair in an instant and over to the sink. He took Andrew’s wrist and gently turned it over so he could see the wound. Across Andrew’s palm was a thin line; not deep, but still bleeding.

“Is it deep?” Andrew asked. He wasn’t looking at his injured hand but the slight furrow on his brow indicated that it was causing him some discomfort. “I’m not going to the hospital. If it needs stitches, you can do it.”

“It’s not that bad,” Neil said. He turned the tap on and rinsed Andrew’s hand underneath, then grabbed some kitchen paper and stuffed it onto the cut until he could hunt down their well-stocked first-aid kit. “You won’t need stitches.”

He pulled Andrew over to the kitchen table and sat him down, then took Andrew’s other hand and pressed it against the paper towels. “Hold those there, I’ll be right back.”

It took Neil a couple of minutes to track down the first-aid kit in the bathroom. It got more use than he’d like, thanks to the rough nature of their jobs, not to mention Neil was a little accident-prone.

Back in the kitchen, he sat down opposite Andrew and dug through the kit, pulling out disinfectant and bandages. He held his hand out expectantly, and Andrew dropped his injured one straight into it.

Neil carefully pulled away the paper towels and put them aside. “This might sting a little,” he said, and set about cleaning the wound with disinfectant.

Andrew sat through the whole thing in stoic silence, not even a wince as Neil cleaned him up then carefully set about wrapping a bandage around his hand. It wasn’t until Neil was finishing up and taping the bandage in place that Andrew finally spoke up.

“Just fucking say it, Neil.”

“I’m not going to say ‘I told you so’,” Neil said with a sigh. He pressed down on the tape and inspected his handiwork. Satisfied, he got up and packed the first-aid kit away, aware of Andrew watching him the entire time. He smiled, then leaned down and kissed Andrew’s forehead. “I did fucking tell you, though.”

“There it is.”

As it happened, Andrew did end up in the shower with Neil, albeit more out of necessity than anything else. They had to bag his hand so the bandage didn’t get wet, and showering one-handed wasn’t exactly the easiest of tasks.

Neil hurriedly washed his own hair then turned his attention to Andrew. The second his fingers were in Andrew’s hair, hazel eyes slid shut.

“I remember,” Neil said thoughtfully as he lathered up Andrew’s blond hair, “when you had to do this for me.”

Andrew’s eyes flickered back open. “Well, if we’re taking a trip down memory lane, that’s not the only thing I did for you.”

Only Andrew could reference a blow job with such a disinterested expression, and Neil snorted a laugh. “I could do that too. If you want.”

Andrew hummed, considering. “Maybe later. Tired.”

“Okay,” Neil said fondly, before gently guiding Andrew’s head under the spray to rinse him off. “Now. Do you want the conditioner that smells like mangoes or the one that smells like vanilla?”

Andrew eyed the mango one with great distaste. “Vanilla. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Neil repeated, smiling as he squeezed some out into his hand. He worked it into Andrew’s hair. “So. What do you wanna do for the rest of the day.”

Andrew shrugged. “Nap first. I don’t care what we do later.”

“What do you need a nap for?”

Andrew glanced up at Neil. “Someone got me out of bed ridiculously early to go for a run.”

“Hey,” Neil chided. “You got up of your own accord. It’s not my fault you couldn’t bear to be without me for an hour.”

Andrew’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t deny it.

Neil grinned. With Andrew, it was so often in what he didn’t say, and Neil took these victories where he could.

Once out of the shower and dressed, Neil went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and clean up the mess Andrew had made when he cut his hand.

When it was tidy, Neil leaned back against the counter and waited for the coffee machine to beep. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages. There were three unread; one from Matt, one from Nicky, one from Allison. He replied to Matt’s and Allison’s, but Andrew was going to call Nicky later anyway, so Neil could talk to him then.

He poured out two mugs of coffee and made his way over to the living room, but he paused in the doorway and watched for a moment because Andrew seemed to be having some sort of muted stand-off with the cats.

Andrew was sitting on the far seat of the sofa, glaring down at Sir and King who had spread themselves over the rest of it. They were clearly getting in the way of Andrew’s napping idea.

Neil cleared his throat lightly and Andrew looked up. “Come and move your useless fur-babies.”

“You move them,” Neil said, entering the room at last. “Just pick them up and put them on the floor.” He put the mugs on the coffee table.

“If I pick them up, they win,” Andrew said stubbornly. “Also, I’m injured.” He illustrated this by holding up his bandaged hand.

Neil looked at Andrew. Andrew looked back.

“You,” Neil said, “are a ridiculous human being.” He hoisted up a cat under each arm and deposited them on the floor, then sat down and reached for his coffee. As soon as he was sitting back, Andrew spread himself along the sofa, resting his head in Neil’s lap.

“This is a preemptive measure,” he explained tiredly. “So the cats don’t jump back up here.”

Neil took a sip of coffee and laughed lightly. “You know that won’t stop them, right?”

As if they were listening, both cats jumped up within seconds of each other. Sir settled down behind Andrew’s knees, King in front of his chest. Andrew huffed a very put upon sigh, but magnanimously refrained from shoving them off.

“Look at that,” Neil said. “Progress.”

“Shut. Up.”

Neil laughed again and leaned back a little more. He carefully lifted his feet and rested them on the coffee table, earning him a tiny annoyed grunt when he jostled Andrew’s head.

“Alright, alright,” he said, and settled his free hand in Andrew’s hair. “I was just getting comfy.” He scratched lightly at Andrew’s head and then stilled his hand.

A couple of seconds ticked by, then Andrew grunted again.

“What?” Neil asked.

Another grunt, this time punctuated by Andrew pushing his head into Neil’s hand just a little, until he got the message and started scratching again.

“You can use your words, y’know,” Neil said, but he couldn’t honestly say he minded having Andrew warm and comfortable and safe under his hands.

Andrew didn’t respond because he was also incredibly difficult, a trait that was often infuriating but occasionally endearing. Such as now.

By the time Neil had drained his coffee, Andrew’s breathing had gone suspiciously deep and even.

“Andrew,” Neil whispered. “Your coffee’s gonna go cold.”

But Andrew was most definitely asleep, and most definitely did not currently care about his coffee.

It was fine. Neil would make him more when he woke up.

Moving with painstaking slowness so as to minimise jostling Andrew, Neil put his mug back on the table. Then he leaned back, closed his eyes, and let the sounds of his cats obnoxious purring and Andrew’s soft breathing lull him to sleep.

He was home.

#tumblr prompts #andreil #tfc fic #tfc #the foxhole court

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darcylindbergh · 6 years

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(1) Dear Darcy, I'm so sorry you're going through a hard time. I hope everything works out and your optimism helps you to get through it. I'll think of you and send you lot's of positive vibes! The original reason I write to you is to say: Thank you. Really. Maybe you remember me. I came to your askbox a long time ago. A very desperate anon, rambling about it's life situation (mid twenties, law student but didn't want to / couldn't pursue this career, shitty family, what about the horse,

(I didn’t get #2 but I think I can kind of shimmy where you were going with it, I looked up your initial anon - of course I remember you!)

(3) (my horse in this case). Of course you phrased it much better but maybe you get my meaning. And this was just exactly what I needed to hear; and getting it from a total stranger from the internet made my heart hurt in a positive and very, very thankful way and maybe I shed a tear or two. And now I wanted to let you know that things finally started to fall into place for me (I hope I don't jinx it!). I'll probably end up in insurance industry (definitely not a dream job, but an acceptable one

(4) ), but before I'm doing something very selfish. I'm going to do a short workaway, two months, two countries and then I'll move out again but stay nearby because of my horse, start my new job and yeah, try to be more thankful and more positive in general. The last year taught me a lot; and you did, too! I follow your blog, and your stories (my god, how can one write so perfectly beautiful?!) and you always seem to be such a good person, truly good, and as optimistic and positive as it's

(5) possible. And that inspired me additionally to be more aware of everything, more aware which vibes I send out to the world. I mean it, Darcy, I don't know you personally but I can't thank you enough for what you did. It wasn't *just* replying to some weird anon, it was giving me hope and understanding, basically giving me some kind of worth back. I hope you don't mind me coming to your askbox again and leaving you with half a novel. Because of all that I'm even more sorry you're having

(6)a hard time and I really hope that everything works out in the end. And if you ever need encouraging words (besides those from your family and friends) I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who would be happily do so, just to give you back some of the kindness you spread with your very existing. Thank you again, here is a very big hug just for you *hug* :)

anon!!!!!! bring it in, big hug vibes!!!!! i’m so so so happy for you and so proud that you are doing this selfish thing (we all need to be selfish sometimes!!) and so happy that you are starting to sort things out. it’s hard work but it’s so so good and I’m so so happy for you that you are spending this time with yourself and deciding what happy is going to mean for you, and I can’t tell you how much it warms up my whole heart to hear from someone that I could be a little bit helpful. i work really hard to be optimistic here (even if it does sometimes come off as a bit sappy!) because i think it’s the best way for me to do me and for me to interact with people, and i’m so so glad it helped you a little bit too and that it made you think abt how to approach things yourself. so very glad. so very proud. and as for myself - things are stressful rn but I do have lots of support and it will be okay eventually - just one of those big life things getting in the way of other things, but it’s going to be fine.

love you anon!!! i’m so happy for you, keep doing amazing things!!

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themtmshow · 7 years

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what do you think of romantic mary/rhoda? i know it's the 70s so it would never happen on tv at least but in fan musings?

Would it be strange to admit that I was hoping someone would send me this exact ask so I could have an excuse to dump all my Mary/Rhoda thoughts into a post? Before I get into the business of answering you, I have to first thank you for your question, because you absolutely made my day. And I’m sorry, again, that I took so long to give you a proper reply. I hope it was worth waiting for.

I’m posting below a cut because this is long and contains (probably too many) gifs.

Let’s start by talking about Rhoda because she’s my favourite: What does Rhoda wantin a romantic relationship? What does romance mean to Rhoda? I briefly touched on this in my previous post about Rhoda and Lou, but here’s the full quote from 4x09:

You know, something wonderful happens during the day, I can’t wait to rush to him and tell him. And I say to myself, “This is it. This is what having somebody really means. You wanna run and tell him the good things.” And then something crummy happens, and I wanna run to him and tell him about it. And I say, “Oh, I see, it’s this too. You want to share the crummy things as well.”

So, keeping in mind that Rhoda describes romance (in her words, “having somebody”) as the desire to share good and bad experiences with someone, who is the person who Rhoda mostwants to share good and bad things with? Who is the person she is always talking to about her day? Who does she share things with before she shares them with anybody else?

Mary, of course.

Winning the beauty contest and breaking up with one of the only men she really seemed to like: Two ofthe most emotional events we see Rhoda experience, and both times, she talked to Mary about them before she talked to anyone else. Both times, Mary was exactly what Rhoda needed and exactly what Rhoda was unable to be for herself: compassionate, understanding, and non-judgmental.

As far as what Mary needs in a relationship, it’s not too complicated either. Here is what Mary says in 7x23when she’s describing the sort of partner she wants:

Someone who doesn’t care how I look because he’s more concerned with who I am. Somebody strong and intelligent, who respects me, who I can respect, who has gentleness in him.

I mean, we know Rhoda thinks that Mary looks beautiful, and vice versa.

But that’s clearly not what makes their relationship work. Theirfriendship is solid because it is based on mutual respect. They support eachother. They pick each other up when they’re down. They’re honest with each other, even when it’s not easy. When theyhurt each other, they apologize, forgive, and move on. They allow their differences tomake them stronger instead of dividing them. Every one of those qualities is an absolutely essential component of a successful long-term romantic relationship.

And speaking of their differences, they’re a perfect example of an “opposites-attract” pairing. Mary is organized; Rhoda is spontaneous. Mary is cautious; Rhoda is bold. Mary is tactful; Rhoda is honest. They balance each other in such a way that their relationship is not only strong and healthy, it’s interesting.

Going back to the othercharacteristics Mary values in a romantic partner – strength,intelligence, gentleness – Rhoda possesses all of them. She’s strong enough tostand up for herself; she’s intelligent enough to be successful in a careerthat requires creativity and flexibility; and she can be compassionate whencompassion is called for, like when Mary loses her job.

Which brings me to another point: Mary and Rhoda love each other so much. I don’t really need to prove that because it should be obvious to anyone who watches past the first 20 minutes of the series. But I’ll give some of my favourite examples anyway.

Example 1: The first Christmas after they met, when they had only been friends for a few months or so, Rhoda bought Mary an expensive rotisserie as a present and then spent about five minutes talking about how great it was and how much she enjoyed giving itto her. She even wrapped up a tiny egg and stuck it in there, just to make Mary laugh. Now, maybe I’m a bad friend, but when I’m thinking of what might be an appropriate gift for someone I only met a few months ago, my mind doesn’t immediately go to “giant unnecessary kitchen appliance, plus egg.” (Also, Mary’s kitchen is the size of a shoebox. I question how much Rhoda thought this through.)

Example 2: Later in that episode, when Mary thought she was about to bemurdered, she had enough time to make one phone call. She could have called anyone:her parents, for instance, or even the police. Anyone in the world, and shecalled Rhoda. Her last words before she thought she was going to die were telling Rhoda how much she cared about her.

Example 3: When Rhoda said she was moving back to New York to take the window-dressing job, Mary was in denial fordays. She couldn’t even bring herself to accept it until the day before Rhoda was planning to leave. And Rhoda knew she was going to miss Mary, but at her going-away dinner, shedecided to be calm and logical about it, to make things easier for both of them– which lasted about two seconds before she started spilling all her feelings. Followed by Mary doing the same, naturally.

Mary and Rhoda are so entwined in each other’s lives that sometimes, they practically behave like a married couple. This is particularly obvious in the episode where Mary and Rhoda are temporarily living together, when Mary has the same sort of phone conversation with Rhoda that her co-workers have with their wives.

And I can’t make a Mary/Rhoda post without pointing out how Rhodalikes to touch Mary’s face during important moments, like apologies and reunions, because it’s pretty much the cutest thing ever.

There’s so much to love about them, and I’ve been working on thispost for days but I still feel as though I’ve only scratched the surface.

And yes, as you mentioned, the show was written in the ‘70s. So I’m certain that thewriters never intended even a speck of romantic subtext between these two ladies. Idoubt it ever occurred to them to write either character as anything but straight. That said, I don’t believe any of that really matters when it comes to fan headcanons. I have several thoughts on why I believe Mary and Rhoda (particularly Rhoda) can easily be read as bisexual or gay, ranging from “straight is not the default sexuality” to “Rhoda Morgenstern craves romance yet sabotages her own love life and that’s a canon fact.” Still, I personally wouldn’t care ifMary and Rhoda spent all their time together waving flaming banners that said “PLATONICGAL PALS, 100% HETERO.” I would ship them anyway, because they’re amazing, and because that’swhat I love about fandom: the way people can see possibilities that the writers of the show may not have considered and explore them to theirfullest potential.

Thanks again for your question, anon. My askbox is always open and so is my private message thing if you want to comment on anything I’ve said, share your own thoughts about Mary and Rhoda, or yell at me for taking so long to answer this.

#anonymous #asks #the mary tyler moore show #mary x rhoda #mary richards #rhoda morgenstern

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miachi-chan · 7 years

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The Other Man//Hanbin Scenario (Part One)

This scenario is kind of different from the others that I’ve written. I’m so happy I’m done with this ‘cause it’s been in my drafts for the longest time already.

This was inspired by the lyrics of their song, Just Go. So just saying now, this doesn’t have a happy ending. I hope you enjoy reading it. And I really do appreciate it when you press the like button or even send me feedback through my askbox to tell me you enjoyed it because I like to know if people actually read it and know what your thoughts are! Anyway, enjoy & sorry for any mistakes! <3

Word Count: 1,763 / ~4,000

Setting: Around the time between WIN and Mix&Match

From Hanbin’s Perspective

From the start, Hanbin knew that he was never going to be the only one in her eyes, much less in her heart. He knew that meeting him and getting to know him, perhaps even falling in love with him, wasn’t a part of her plan. She wasn’t a part of his from the start either because his team and their music were his top priority.

However there was some sort of fate that brought them together. That deliberately made them cross paths and touch each others’ lives.

But as he thought about it deeper, for what purpose though, he couldn’t understand, when they weren’t going to last? When they both knew deep down that they didn’t even have a future together. How could the force behind fate be so cruel as to bring them together, affect each other’s lives, only to rip them apart?

When they first met, they were complete strangers who became closer to each other than they were with their own friends. She had approached his lonely figure, sitting in front of the view of the sun setting across the Han river with his headphones on. He remembered how astonished he was by how beautiful the sunset had illuminated her figure as his eyes laid upon her standing beside him.

“Are you okay?”

She had asked him with a careful smile on her pretty face, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks and the tip of her nose from the cold weather of autumn nearing winter.

The memory was crystal clear in his mind, and he could remember every single detail. He remembered her sweet and quiet voice that pleased his ears, those three words echoing in his head over and over. Her beautiful and mesmerizing eyes that never wavered as she looked into his. A small puff of breath visible in the air as she exhaled. Her small hand pulling up her scarf to block the cold gentle breeze of the wind. He remembered the near-orange sunlight shining behind and through her beautiful wavy hair that dangled as she watched him and waited for his reply. Of course, he could never forget her precious smile that never failed to cause his heart to squeeze in his chest, even just from memory.

Hanbin had carefully preserved the memory in his mind, constantly reliving the moment so as not to forget. It was a memory that he would never want to forget.

The two had sat together, and after a moment of what he realized now was comfortable silence between two strangers, she had suddenly suggested as they watched the sun sink further into the horizon,

“Since we are strangers who will probably never see each other again, what do you say we tell each other our deepest and darkest thoughts that we can never say to anyone?”

It was an odd suggestion, he had thought, and the type of thing that Hanbin wouldn’t normally indulge himself in, of opening up to people about the things heavy in his heart. Especially to a stranger.

But for some unusual reason, he felt as if he could. Maybe it was because what he was holding in his heart was becoming too unbearable to suppress. Or maybe it could have been because she strangely felt like a warm enveloping blanket that felt safe enough for him to let himself go.

So Hanbin told her of his worries and doubts. He told her of how it was hard to be responsible for not just his own life, but 6 others as well. He told her how work was difficult at times and how he wanted to drop everything and run. Like what he was doing right now, separating himself from the pressure in hopes of regaining the purpose of everything up to this point.

And she sat there, listening attentively, without saying a word. He always appreciated how she kept silent and only offered supportive and encouraging nods as he spoke of his troubles. Instead of the empty words of reassurance that most people felt the need to say.

When he had finished, she told him about hers in return. And that was how he learned that there was another man in her life.

He was her first love, someone whom she could never forget. She told him about how they had separated. That he let her go and walked away, and since then she hadn’t seen him.

The girl told him about how it had shattered her heart, however the smile fixed on her face contradicted her words. Hanbin didn’t doubt her though once he saw the sadness and loneliness evident in her eyes as she stared at the view in front of them. He knew that look all too well. He had seen it in the mirror countless of times as he watched his own reflection after they had lost the survival program.

She continued on about how his absence left a hole in her heart, drowning herself further into the bottomless pit of sadness and emptiness the girl had found herself in. Until a tear had escaped her eye which she hurriedly erased.

No words were exchanged between them when she had finished. Instead the two sat in silence, deep in their own thoughts as they watched the now darkened horizon painted with speckles of light across the river, and finding comfort in a stranger’s company.

Their parting arrived too soon when the girl had broken the silence and announced that it was getting too late.

She stood. She flashed him a genuine smile that one would think held no amount of sorrow, and thanked him for his time and company. And just like that, they bid each other goodbye.

It was a simple and quick goodbye. At that time Hanbin had thought how unfortunate it was that they were never going to meet each other ever again. And how regretful it was that they couldn’t be friends when it felt so comfortable to be with her. And that maybe, a little thought rose in a dark corner of his mind, that this was finally his chance at love. Hanbin wasn’t the type to easily get close to someone after all. Especially to a girl. But it was easily discarded. The thought wasn’t even given a chance to blossom from the start, he knew.

Little did he know at that time that he would meet her again. Not just once but twice, like it was fate pulling them together. Once on the streets as they passed each other by. Twice when they met on the first floor of Hanbin and his group’s apartment complex.

“Why are you here?”

She had asked him with eyes shining with wonder when he approached her after separating himself from his group waiting by the elevator.

“I could ask you the same question. I live here.”

Hanbin found out that the girl lived one floor below him, and he couldn’t resist thinking about how much of this was guided by fate’s hand.

The both of them had walked to a nearby cafe to chat, and the conversations naturally flowed between them. Almost as if they were old friends who have always known each other.

It didn’t take long for them to become close friends, which was very unusual for someone like him. They were similar in a lot of ways. Like how she was a perfectionist as much as he was. How their humors meshed so well together that there was never a boring day. They were also two people who loved to stay indoors and would rather watch movies than go outside, although they both enjoyed taking walks to the nearby convenience store.

They also shared a lot of interests, like art and in music especially. She had told him one day that music was a big part of her life, and that she had been playing instruments since she was young. Hanbin admitted that his interest in her was piqued. Sometimes when he was making music, he would even ask her for her opinions, and she would seriously take it into account and give actual sincere critique.

She was easy to hang out with and fun to be with. It wasn’t a surprise when she got a long easily with his members. She had formed a close bond with the other guys too before he knew it. She liked playing video games with Bobby, and she enjoyed cooking like Yunhyeong of whom she spent most of her time with, learning recipes. She shared her love for eating with Donghyuk, and they would sometimes go out to try to new restaurants. She had deep conversations with Jinhwan, and she shared the same music taste and humor as Junhoe.

Sometimes the girl would hang out in their dorms when they weren’t busy, and watch movies or talk about whatever. There was even a time when she helped clean around the dorm because it was that messy, and Yunhyeong had begged her to help get the members to actually do chores, which she took the job seriously.

To Hanbin, she was a very fresh and comforting presence that was very much needed in his life. He hadn’t noticed how much he relied on her when she was by his side. Often times Hanbin would hang out at her apartment after working, and they would order food for a midnight meal and just be in each other’s company. He would instantly feel better after seeing her smile and hear her voice. But she would never let him stay long, saying,

“You need to sleep more, so go home and go to bed! Stop neglecting your health like this.”

Then she would push him out of her place and watch him walk down the hall to the elevator, waving at him as he stepped inside.

Other times Hanbin would hang out at her part-time job at the little café near their complex, secluded in a little corner with his hood or cap on and his laptop and headphones, drowning himself in sounds to create something meaningful. She would bring him a cup of coffee and flash him an encouraging smile, then go back to serving other customers with her captivating smile and friendly personality which never failed to attract people.

People flocked to her, he noticed. People loved her. No doubt Hanbin had fallen in love with her too. He sometimes wanted to be more than what they were, but he concluded that friends was what they could only ever be.

Because the timing was just wrong.

Here’s Part Two.

#ikon #hanbin #hanbin scenarios #b.i #b.i ikon #ikon scenarios #ikon fanfic #ikon imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction #kim hanbin

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techmaestro · 7 years

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Okay, so I almost left it at that. Almost. It was tempting, because really, I’m like that, and it was suitably exasperatingly unimpressive to do it like that that I would have at least gotten a giggle out of someone.

Instead, I’m gonna make this hella long, under a cut mind, so that you people actually have something interesting to read. By the way, this means that I’m going to type a fuckload because I don’t believe in @ pinging someone and then just not saying anything to them personally. Consider this a ‘follow these fools I like them a lot’ rec post if you like.

Not everyone will be Marvel, not everyone will be RP. I don’t care, because you’re all fabulous who follow me, and who I follow, whether you’re personally mentioned on here or not, and you’re all worth a thank you and a pat on the head or a hug or a handshake or whatever it is you like to get.

Handshakes are hella awkward though. Seriously, shook someone’s hand yesterday, found myself mildly perplexed and offended she didn’t kiss it instead.

MOVING ON. Rambling continued under the cut, just more personally directed.

SO IN ORDER OF THOSE I FOLLOW BACK FROM OLDEST TO NEWEST. Yeah, it’s gonna be like that, because what is alphabetical order, but I promise if someone has more than one muse (and I remember these different muses all belong to the one person) then I’ll stick them all on one line or something.

@simplyonehellofahokage Yeah, you are the longest standing follower I follow back sweetheart. People I’ve known longer may follow me and I follow back, but they’ve moved blogs, or had hella long hiatuses and stuff since then, so it’s you and me, at the top of this ridiculous list, and I don’t regret it. You’re lovely, and never forget it. I remember when you had a simple, unfancy as could be blog and I talked you through using a new theme, and now you’re awesome with fancy long ass tags for characters. I’m proud of you friend, and that I got to watch you grow as a tumblr RPer.

@stillfeeluncomfortable Now we don’t talk, or really RP, but I’ve never really considered unfollowing you. I like watching your blog, or reading around it from time to time, so salutations and well wishes for you.

@tj-dragonblade I DON’T CARE IF WE DON’T RP ANYMORE YOU’RE STILL FABULOUS. And if you ever, AND I DO MEAN EVER get back into RP or wanna tackle me with a Marvel muse of any stripe, I’m here bro. I’m here.

@xwebxslingerx PETEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY. You’re amazing. I adore you. You’re my child who is older than me in reality but I don’t actually give two shits about that. -blows kisses- I love that I met you, and I’ll be happy forever that it happened. You’re awesome, and sure, you’re on a sideblog, but that just makes it easier to hoard you.

@starofhonor So we don’t much RP anymore, but I still salute you for helping me work out my incubus verse more, and being willing to take a run at things with me. Also, your non-RP posts remain fabulous.

@notacaptainanymore @thatiscolonelrhodestoyou @captain-james-b-barnes @whitekingmagneto @logicallyhalfvulcan @quimulti and just everyone you wander around with. This is the general frame of your awesome and how I found you. So there. You have one of the Steves my Tony wants to spend time with the most and I’ll always appreciate. I remember your terrible jokes in our first Bucky thread about how he’d forever be ‘knife flipping Bucky’ and RHODEY. I fucking love your Rhodey, okay and I doubt that I’ll ever want for another with you around. I adore you, I adore your baking, and I love how you fit under my arm when we’re wandering around someplace in person. xoxoxoxoxo

@classicrockcassettes Hello! We’ve never really talked much in person, I know, and our threads may be a meandering slow back and forth, but I want you to know I enjoy them a lot, and I’ve always been thankful you gave me a shot.

@imjustthemechanic @clonystark @tonystark-boygenius And if you have more I apologize for not knowing that they’re yours as well. You are down on yourself far too often, friend. I enjoy our threads, and never hesitate to come at you when something you post catches my eye. Don’t forget, okay? You’re always welcome in my askbox.

@ask-the-assistant-darcy My dear, you are still the Darcy that makes me smile most often. Yes, we do less, but Tony still loves his child, and I am forever happy you consented to the cluster of a mess that is RPing in a group verse with me.

@doctorbrycebanner I like you! We’ve had our disagreements, but you’ve always been fun to RP with, and I’m glad that we know one another. So thank you for that, and I hope that we continue to find things that interests us both.

@lovelornrocketscientist We don’t really play anymore, and that’s okay, but I’m still happy that we ever did. I like your Fitz. He’s cool, and his sense of humor pleases Tony.

@katesgotabow Kaaaaaaaaaate. You’re the Kate that made me care about this character. Before you I had no idea who the hell she was, and that is a sad thought, to think of never having gotten to know your muse. So thank you for that, and may they continue to get up to utterly redic fail.

@buckybarnesthewintersoldier @steverogers-soldier So you’ve half fallen off the planet these days, but I don’t care, because you’re awesome and our discourse was always interesting, even if it did get a bit heavy for me for a while there. I look forward to your return someday.

@fallcnandlost I LIKE YOU. I want you to know that, because it’s true. Your AU is well thought out, and regardless of what anyone else may say, I think it’s neatly, and originally, done. May our friendship carry on.

@tenthofalonewanderer I loooove you. You’re the reason I have a Master/Missy blog at all, and I want to be very very very sure you know that. You’re an awesome Ten, and I love playing off that muse of yours, regardless of who I’m flinging at him. Yes, the last few weeks we’ve been doing less, but never think it’s because I don’t enjoy you. xoxoxoxoxoxo

@protocol-fuckitfireeverything You’re my favorite 616 Tony. You’re the 616 Tony that made me interested in pretty much anything to DO with that Tony. You make me happy when you reply to our stuff, and sure, threads fall between the cracks, but say the word darling, and I’ll pick up anything that’s fallen to the wayside in a heartbeat for you.

@correctionimswiss The one and only Arnim Zola everyone. I’m glad I found you, and I regret nothing about that. Side characters and villains like this one need more attention, and I think you do him justice.

@iamnarvi -blows kisses- You. Are. Adorable. You’re cute and nice and you are more than willing to wait around when I forget what the hell I’m doing and send our threads into a tailspin of ‘what’. Not that that happens often but... thank you all the same.

@sovietspookstory I like you. A lot. Forever and ever. You’re the only one that’s ever taken up the nibble with Bucky for god-Tony and run with it and for that I’ll always admire you stepping up. Also, you do a damn good job with him, just saying.

@noworldnomad So we’ve had a few threads, and dropped a few threads, yes, but any time, and I do mean any time, I see you answered a meme of mine, I’m excited. I just thought you should know that.

@dcviltongued Ahhh one of my two Matts and I regret nothing of having you around. You have an awesome approach to this character, and can I just say that I’ll probably love that til the end of always? Becuse I will.

@mechanicdragonheart @formerhydramedic And I forget your JARVIS account name just now but Twinny, you’re lovely, and we need to get back into the swing of playing together again. I love your characters, and I love how you play them, even if, yes, I’ll forever cry over how you use a couple words. No matter, you’re awesome and that’s the important bit.

@the-blackest-spider My most active beloved Natasha. Hi. You’re wonderful and I want you to know that I will ever think that. I like the chemistry our two have together, how they can read one another, and that you’re happy jumping my AU bandwagon and running with it. Remind me to introduce you to the terrible no good storyline sometime.

@merriweather-roses @almostmrsstark I remember when I started playing with you, and I admit for a long time after you turned your Tony into a personal I was really confused but once you came around with Pepper again, that all resolved. I never considered unfollowing you though, because I love the content on your blog, so, that’s really that.

@thatididknow Now, I may be wrong here, but I think we played together once, a long time ago, before you moved to the current blog/changed your layout to a site default? If that was, in fact, you, then I want to say thank you for being the first Pepper I ever RPed with, and making me even more enchanted with this pairing.

@simplypeterparker We may never have RPed, but I want you to know I’m watching. Watching, and waiting for a good time to strike. In a good way.

@pervyyzimniysoldat You and me, we’ve talked a huge game of plots and RP and I think you’re responsible for one of my AU posts even. We should totally revisit that.

@shotgunaxecombo I love your Mack. Him and Tony get along so well and it’s always a happy day when you roll back through my thread tracker, or hit a meme, or just anything like that.

@lokiodinsonblog You are a prince. No, really, I love your Loki, they’re just right for my needs and the snark is there, and the soft spots are there, and the might be a caged animal if given the right incentive is there. Thank you.

@trackstarsupergirl We may have only had the one thread, and I was sad when I finished it up thinking your blog was going to go away, but I would just like to say I’m really glad it didn’t. I like seeing you around.

@fixedxpoint We may not have done much, but I do rather hope that changes in the future. I like seeing you around.

@buckyismybrother @levelsevenarcher I THINK that’s your Clint. I think. If it’s not I'm gooing to be very embarrassed when the actual owner of this Clint corrects me. BUT ANYWAY. I’m happy I know you, and I’m happy that I decided to give your OC a chance. He was super rough around the edges, but we made it work, and that’s the best bit.

@cochetsharpshooter BIRTHDAY TWIN WITH ANOTHER YEAR AND FAMILY. I’m happy I know you and I love our threads. Okay. Never ever EVER doubt that. Ever. I mean it. With cherries on top.

@visixnaryx We may do absolutely nothing, but I do enjoy seeing you on my dash.

@withoutxfear AND MY OTHER MATT. I love the way Matt and Tony are bantering and bonding and just, in general, being awesome together. I hope we have a long and productive RP friendship.

@aslavicshadcw Your Natasha is adorable and I like our AU together. I’m curious to see where it goes.

@xusedtoberussianx We may have fallen out of negotiations back when we were discussing a thread, but don’t take that to mean I ever stopped being interested~!

@tasedagod This is one adorable Darcy. That is all.

@clumsyherbologist This Neville! They mark the first in a rash of Potter folk that I followed who didn’t promptly fall off the planet or annoy me into unfollowing. They’re lovely, and I look forward to doing more in our thread together in the following weeks.

@shieldsstrongest This! This multi has beautiful fem-muses. I love her fem-Steve especially, and her and Tony get along absolutely wonderfully, something which I will always appreciate.

@thedoctorsaysimwrong This Jack may wander off on the regular, but he gets along amazingly with both Missy and Tony so I have no regrets. I just hope you return soon so we can play again my friend.

@enduringcaptain We may not have gotten far in our threads, but I’m ready to give it another try when you are~!

@imjustanauthor I love watching how you play your fobbed Doctor, and sure, we may have only ever spoken the once, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t kept my eye on you since -grins.-

@spoiledendings You are my favorite River. Just thought you should know.

@ofdarcyiisms I love the soulmate thread we have going so I hope you come back from the void soon~! But that you’re int here for good reasons, of course. Fun ones I mean.

@stuckinwinter YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN NEAR THE TOP. BUT NO, NO YOU HAD TO GO AND MOVE JOURNALS. I mean. Um. So hi, I’m happy to have you and I adore you and our redic threads and how well they get along and how fabulous they are and you are and you are, also, nice and pretty and perfectly sarcastically quippy when the need arises. Thank you.

@technoheart We’ve never played, but I hope, very much, that one day we talk and actually figure out how to change that.

@starkwithsarcasm Hello friend. We don’t talk much these days, I know, and I’ve never been very good at reaching out to you, but I want you to know I’ve always enjoyed our inbos threads. Promise.

@iskuplennyyesoldatzimy You and I need to actually start a thread. We keep talking about them and then not doing it. I feel this needs to be remedied. SAY THE WORD AND I’LL THROW DOWN.

@vintagestark @starkinternational Thank you for existing. Thank you for being awesome. Thank you for playing with me and making me so so happy that someone who sees certain aspects of RP the same way I do without explaining exists. I hope you feel better soon beautiful, because I miss hoarding your attention like a greedy hoarder. -salutes-

@ladysifwarriorborn We haven’t spoken much but I like our small interactions so far. I look forward to leveling up.

@asgardianhammer We’ve never talked, or RPed, or anything like that, but I do hope we do someday. I like the look of you.

@illegitimatestark Oh my god darling you have jumped around accounts so many times. You should have been near the top of this list you know, you’re one of my older followers. BUT. I’m just glad we still RP, regardless of all that, so thank you. You’re awesome and I love our storylines.

@hirasenshi I still wanna play with Rankaaaaaa~! I mean. I love your Rin, and I’m happy to have her. I’m glad that you decided to jump on Tony, because they’re adorable together. He loves his ninja-daughter.

@arrowsandradiation @sicarixs I love your muses. Sure, we don’t talk much, and I’m sure things have been rough for you, but I’ve always been happy to know you friend.

@createdamurderbot @manicmechanic @marvelcusmuses I LOVE YOUR MUSES. Your Bruce remains my persistent favorite, okay, and probably always will. I like your Tony, and yes I haven’t poked at him again yet but I will someday, just warning you -winks- Even if I’m taking my sweet time about it.

@chipconnoisseur You are everything I could hope for in a Bill Potts, and it’s fun watching you on my dash, alright? Keep being fabulous.

@kncwseverything SO YOU. YOU. I know we mostly keep up on IMs, but here is as good of a name as any to blow you kisses and tell you you’re still awesome.

@grcwingstrcng You’re the first Pepper Tony ever got attached to, and I want you to know I still love how deep you make her. Even if I never play with that muse of yours again, I just wanted to say thank you.

@fcrgedstrength I LOVE YOUR ANA JARVIS. I’m so happy that we met okay, and we’ve had a lot of really cute RPs and maybe a couple horrifyingly tragic ones too, but I like that.

@ironpipsqueak Tony’s adorable trans son. I’m always happy to hear from you and do RP with you, even if our threads never seem to get very far. I hope you’re doing well!

@titanium-alloy-automaton I really really like what we’re doing. Tony rarely gets to interact with AIs of any stripe he didn’t build so this is novel and precious okay.

@dxctordisco We’ve never interacted, but I just want you to know you make me smile when I see you on my dash.

@punchyourwayout We don’t talk or RP or anything, but I love the things you reblog, and I know usually when I see you on my dash that it’s going to be interesting, regardless of what it is.

@t-starkasm We’ve never spoken, but I’ve reblogged a hell of a lot from you, and you from me, and that works from me. I’m honored that you decided my blog was worth watching even though you’re not a RPer, and I wanted to say that made me really happy when I got your follow and saw your content.

@cannibalisticwhistler We haven’t spoken, but just seeing you on my dash makes me happy and that is awesome in the best way, okay? Keep being rad.

@artificiallyimplantedmemories REALLY YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST ON THIS LIST. And it’s my fault you’re not. I unfollowed you for a while because I was sad about your long hiatus, but really you’re my longest standing follower and the reason I even MADE my Tony blog. I felt like a creeper following your Steve on a non-marvel blog okay. So like, it’s all down to you, you amazing person you, and I’m glad that you had that influence on me.

@daisynow @icedsoldierbucky I love all your muses okay. I’ve been following you for a looong time now and I don’t see that changing. So, here’s with hope for more threads in the future my friend.

@untxmable You, I’ve followed you off and on for ages now, not going to lie, and I’m really happy you exist, even if we’ve never played together, so thank you.

@ladylancelot We’ve never spoken, we’ve never RPed, and that’s okay. I’m just happy that you and I are mutuals, because I love your character, how you play her, and what you reblog. Thank you.

@exosevenfalcon We’ve threaded together off and on since we met, and I’m always down for new ones, just so you know. I like your Sam, and there’s not nearly enough of you out there.

@yourbestfriendmissy SO WE JUST MET AND ALL But I love reblogging things from you. You have great taste.

@hischair You’re adorable and I’m keeping you. Just thought you should know kbye. We need to RP by the way. For realsies.

@callmcmj You are totally the reason this post exists, so I’m giving you a shout out and hope sincerely we can RP someday. Have a great night.

AND THAT’S EVERYONE. If you’re not on here, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy you. That just means I may not follow you or am unsure what to say to you if I do. You’re all fabulous regardless.

THANKS FOR READING ALL.

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Hey, I want to start posting my own art but i don't know if i should do it on tumblr or instagram...which one should i choose? i noticed that you use both, but all your art has your blog URL... any thoughts?

Okay so here’s my best attempt to answer this, it got a bit long sorry! ^ ^;

I think different people have vastly different experiences posting art on various social media platforms depending on what you post, how you want to present it, how many followers you have, and how you regularly interact/WANT to interact with those followers.

I technically have an instagram which I tried to get myself to restart using after my last convention since so many cosplayers use it, and i tried putting a very small amount of art on there but tbh it’s already fallen back to its original use, which is to sometime post photos to tumblr through it ^ ^; I realized Instagram’s not a great platform for me personally to post art because 1) I personally do not have a lot of followers on it, 2) of those followers, many are rl people who found me through fb which i try to keep separated from my fandom blogs, 3) Instagram heavily controls image dimensions so it’s not great if you frequently post tall or long posts and the majority of my art is portrait, 4) Instagram is good for individual aesthetic images, not so great for long story-telling multi-page comics, which is a lot of what I do, 5) I’m not entirely sure how people find your blog on instagram since no reblogging and tags and stuff seem strange and most of the attention seems to come from people who already follow you, and I’m too tired to learn another social media platform now, and 6) Instagram is full of a TON of art theft and I’ve had too many personal bad experiences to have a good impression of the platform as a whole.

So uh, yep, in other words for me Instagram is mostly for cosplay, selfies, pet pics, and merch pics ^ ^;

I also post on Twitter, but that has its fair share of issues too. It, like instagram, is pretty bad for posting portrait images and works better with square/landscape aligned images. It absolutely SUCKS for long comics and multi-page things because the previews are awful. The text limitation is also pretty miserable for someone like me who loves talking a LOT on my posts. It also has a really weird HUGE hit or miss gap between art posts, and I feel like the amount of followers or comments you get per successful art post is far fewer than Tumblr, though others may have different experiences. It IS good for connecting to a less English and tbh far less America-centric community though ^ ^;

I personally prefer to use Tumblr as my main art posting platform for several reasons, some simply because I’ve been more successful here and that’s motivation to continue, and some also just because of what I post. This was the first fandom social media I was really active on, and I’ve been active for YEARS and have sloooooooooooooowly but steadily gained more success, bit by tiny bit through various fandoms (so yeah, tons of art posts with only single digit notes? been there, done that WHOO).

Because Tumblr’s been my main social media, I’ve gotten used to formatting my art specifically for it. Almost all of my art uses Tumblr’s ideal image posting proportions (2 width: 3 height, for those wondering, anything taller blurs), and I’ve learned to take advantage of Tumblr’s vertical scrolling to make posts that stand out when you speed scroll. I’m also the kind of artist who again, rarely posts a “look a pretty picture anyone can appreciate” type art, and more “here’s a really obscure hyper specific AU comic that you’ll have to follow all the links and read the text to appreciate,” type work. This latter means that being able to write long comments (and being able to put it beneath a cut), add links to other posts, and properly tag is really important.

I’ve also found that when I personally post this hyper specific content, on Tumblr and only Tumblr of my social media platforms do I get significant feedback. This is almost entirely because my own unique followers are truly amazing and I’m so incredibly grateful to them, but also partially because there’s so many methods of feedback for people at various comfort levels. There’s the askbox, which I can respond to publicly and where people can send anon if that’s easier. There’s IMs, which I can rarely respond to but it’s an option. There’s replies and comments in reblogs of posts. And there’s tags for people who want to ramble but don’t necessarily look for responses from me. The combination of all of these results in quite a decent amount of feedback that I can enjoy ^ ^; And again, this isn’t for every post; I find that art with less specific context, even if it gets exponentially more notes just don’t have the same type of feedback as my more specific content. And experiences will vary heavily between users, but this is just the community that I feel has grown around my own art here (Thank you all, dear followers, you’re all amazing ;A;).

Tumblr’s url is the one stamped on all of my work because it’s the one I’ve created my brand on, it’s the one that contains all of my content as I meant for it to be seen (comments, tags, links to other related posts and all) so it’s the one that most of my reposts on my other social media link to anyway, and also to be blunt, it has many more times the number of followers than all of my other social medias combined >.

Of course, Tumblr has plenty of cons too. As noted above, but horizontal images are CRAP to post on Tumblr bc they take the least amount of space when you’re vertically scrolling so even it’s a ridiculously huge and detailed long post, it’ll barely blip on most dashes. There’s a limit of 10 images, which can be annoying for me sometimes as a comic artist who has to work around that. Tumblr also does this ridiculously stupid thing where it resizes the image that appears on the dash so it’s really crappy quality and it’s a pain for people to open up the actual resolution image. Tumblr also has, ah, a very specific and rather hostile culture around many things, and depending on what you post you could get a lot of unsavory comments that will be a LOT more rare on other platforms. I’ve found that users on other platforms tend to understand the “You control what you consume,” concept a lot better ^ ^;;;; And given the above various forms of interacting with your followers that I’ve listed above, this also means that people have a variety of tools to make you feel like crap too! And then there’s all that stuff about safety mode going on recently, among other problems. Not a perfect platform, not by a LONG shot.

So which social media platform will be right for you? Again, it really, REALLY depends. If rl people follow you on one or the other and you want or DON’T want them to see it, that’s a factor. If you’re used to talking to your followers on one account and maybe they’d be interested in seeing something else from you, that’s an option. If you want to divide personal from fandom or combine them, that’s a factor. If you prefer more “artistic” or aesthetic art, perhaps instagram and twitter would work far better for you than me. If you have a certain art orientation you prefer, that’s a factor (again: Instagram = square, Twitter = square/landscape, Tumblr = portrait/square). If you want to write a lot of comments or post multi-page work, perhaps Tumblr is better. And of course, it certainly doesn’t hurt to try posting on multiple simultaneously and seeing what works for you, which could be everything!

But most importantly, please don’t get too discouraged if your work does not immediately get the response you were hoping it’d get. Gaining a following takes time and there are so many factors involved beyond your skill level alone, including the popularity of the fandom if it’s fanart, timeliness, frequency of your posts, and the biggest one is sheer dumb luck. Most if not all followers won’t ever comment. Most of your followers won’t even bother to hit like. It WILL feel exhausting and unrewarding and thankless if you go into it for the notes alone. So please, it’ll be hard but it can be a wonderful and rewarding thing to share things you’ve put your love and passion into, so enjoy drawing, draw what you love, and share because you want to share that feeling ^ ^

Sorry this got SUPER long, but I hope it was somewhat helpful! ^ ^;

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