#Like I'm serious I know it seems intimidating but you CAN learn how to do it. Even if you're poor even if you have shaky hands like I do

[greed-the-dorkalicious]

I know I’ve been saying this a lot lately, but I really do recommend learning some basic DIY clothes skills to pretty much everyone. Putting stuff on your body is one of humanity’s oldest forms of self-expression and protection from the elements, but clothes aren’t normally made to fit a specific person anymore and a lot of people aren’t being taught how to sew. Learning how to do it yourself is an absolute game changer

Like, I can’t begin to describe how powerful it feels to want to wear a hypothetical item, and be able to just... Make it, and wear it. Or to not have to throw out a beloved garment that has a hole in it or doesn’t quite fit anymore. Or to be able to adjust those cute pants that don’t quite fit right in the waist, or to add pockets to every dress, or to jazz up that shirt that’s really comfy but juuuust isn’t quite your style. YOU CAN DO THESE THINGS!!!!!!! ANYONE CAN LEARN!!! GO FOR IT BESTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Like I'm serious I know it seems intimidating but you CAN learn how to do it. Even if you're poor even if you have shaky hands like I do #I am happy to provide resources and advice I just think everyone should start being the boss of their own clothes

[tarjapearce]

Bad Teachings

College Professor AU! Miguel O'Hara x reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Smut (I tried my best, I swear ;w;) Mildly dubious-con. Age gap implied

Hope you like 🥹✨

The last semester felt impossibly harder, nerve wrecking and it was as usual chipping away the little social life you had. Not that you had many friends really, mostly of the people you hung out with, were people that always ended either paired with you or gathered in group works.

Sure you were invited to parties here and there, but nothing too concrete.

But right now, none of it mattered, as you sat before your teacher, Peter B. Parker, at the verge of tears.

"Look, I know it seems like you'll fail, but you still have a chance." He was packing up his things and then looked your way. " I know you care for the other classes, but this one is also important. I just can't help you out this time."

"It was just one assignment! Mr. Parker. One! I had none to drive me out to that place."

"What about your friends?"

"Just... Please?, This is my last class, I can't afford another semester here."

Peter was one of the few lax teachers out there that would help out here and there when he was able to. One of your favorites actually, contrary to what people said, he was a good teacher.

"I know, I know, kid. Just let me see what I can do ok? Im not promising anything, but I can try. Mr. O'Hara isn't that bad."

You groaned hopelessly.

"God, Im so dead"

"He's not that bad. He's all bark and no bite, I'm telling you"

"Not to question your decisions, Mr. Parker but from all the teachers you could've picked, why Mr. O'Hara?"

"Not up to me kid, administration's doing. Besides, I'll be gone just a couple of weeks. You'll do fine. I'll speak to him, okay?"

You just nodded, hope hanging on a thread.

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You were fucked . In fact, you could already picture your parents' mortified expression upon the news and the student loan could only stretch up so far . Miguel O'Hara was... brutal.

He took no shit from anyone, he had 'zero chill' or so you had heard among the other students that barely passed with him. However, you were learning what you needed and wanted to learn. He was demanding, but a great teacher.

"He's hot." One of your classmates admitted as you were gathered in study groups to do an assignment due in a couple of hours.

"I heard he's married."

"No, he's not. No kids, nothing."

"I heard his daughter died."

"He doesn't like talking about that, Jen."

You subtly glanced at him, so ever stoic, frowning and serious, checking and grading assignments like nothing. He was intimidating overall. Everyone behaved and actually studied when he teached.

Class ended shortly after you finished the study group. However you waited a bit longer when everyone had been out to submit your group's part. And also, probably have a chance to ask about your class status.

The first thing you couldn't help but notice was how snug the button t-shirt was on him, your nose detected a tingle of his cologne, His hair was long yet well kept and silky looking. Hell, he probably had a better hair routine than you. His hands movements were smooth and swift, as if they had memorized a pattern. He stopped and looked up to you. For being a man on his early forties he looked younger.

A chill ran down your spine.

"Leave it there." He went back to scribbling notes and you obeyed.

"Mr. O'Hara?"

"Hm?"

You sighed quietly, fearful he might sense your fear.

"Sorry to bother you, Um... I was wondering if-" you swallowed as he looked back at you with a slight frown in his face

"If Mr. Parker left any extra work for me?"

His brow raised in confusion

"I haven't seen Mr. Parker in months, niña. I was just called two days ago to cover up his spot."

Shit.

"R-Right. Uh, I just asked since he said he would-"

"Help you out? Yeah, that's not happening."

"I know it's just another day for you when students come here and cry-"

"You're not crying, so that's a first."

Your cheeks burned a little at his odd praising, but also you were embarrassed overall. Your favorite teacher had definitely forgot about you.

"Just... hear me out. This is my last class, my last semester's weeks And I truly cannot afford to repeat the class."

"And that is my problem because?"

Your lips tightened and soon your eyes turned glossy, but still you were determined to see it through.

"It's just 5 points I need to keep my score and have my record approved."

"The class ain't over yet. Better keep it up."

"Mr. O'Hara, pl-"

"No."

"I will buy you empanadas?" He snorted

"See you next semester, kid. Close the door when you're out."

His no was pretty much definitive. Sighing you marched away from the classroom and closed the door. You didn't cry. That was something.

----

The following days you spent holed up in the library, roomie to loud and messy to be around as you prepared for the pre evaluation for the finals, occasionally you caught a glimpse of Miguel O'Hara, working as usual in his favorite corner, un bothered.

What truly was pissing you is that some of your teammates hadn't submitted their part of the job, wich was due tomorrow. The whole report was half done and still it was alot left to do. You were trying. And just when you felt anxiety began worming it's way in you, the seat across you was dragged open and no other than Mr. Miguel O'Hara sat before you.

He looked at you with a blank yet curious gaze.

"You look like you're about to have a nervous wreck."

"I am."

"Right, here." He showed you a printed paper, "Meet me there, at 6. Don't make plans."

"What?" you squinted your eyes to read the information

"Thought you wanted help?" Exasperated at your obliviousness he huffed, "Guess not"

"Wait!" you snatched the paper out of his hands, "Sorry. Just.. Thank you" he smirked.

Your eyes lit up upon reading the paper and nodded. If it wasn't for you being so tired, and him being scary, you'd probably hug him.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" You spoke in between whispers.

"Si si, cállate. Look, it's a conference college is organizing, in a week, if you want those five extra, go. I'll be there. Don't make plans."

"Funny you think I have a social life, Mr. O'Hara. But thanks. I really appreciate it."

"At 6. Formal dress code."

"Gotcha." you nodded as you grinned. He left you alone.

----

You'd look like a liar if he saw you, a cocktail in your hand, chatting to a classmate that was nice enough talk to. It was a small celebration for a good score in the past assignment, you could breath a little, feel a bit hopeful.

"Did you saw Mr. O'Hara today? God..." the girl almost moaned in the spot.

"You kidding? He doesn't fuck his students."

"Who knows, I might be the first?"

"In getting reported maybe. Dude is scary. A friend of mine repeated twice with him."

"What about you, (Name)? I saw you in the library chatting with him."

The whole attention suddenly dropped on you.

"Ah, yeah he told me he'd see me next semester"

"Shut up. You're failing too?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure he's hot and stuff, but... yeah. I don't know how to tell my parents actually. Add me to the chat group, by the way"

Before the conversation turned into how half female college students wanted him, your classmate took you to another private spot. Mike Aguilar was his name, someone that like you, avoided unnecessary attention. What you didn't expect was that he stole a kiss from you. Between cocktails and making out with Mike for a long time, the loud music, it felt good. Felt good to experience the other side of broke colege student.

You ended up being taken to your room, railed up but Mike was gentleman enough to not indulge since you both were drunk. How long had been since someone actually indulged you? Even more so, that you had indulged  yourself? You removed your pants.

You were alone, but locked up the door, and grabbed your phone. Looking up in the group chat you looked for Mike's contact and typed.

"Hey Miky"

He replied almost instantly

"Sup, hlt stuff?" He didn't care for the typos

"Wanna see aumthin?"

"*Something"

You giggled as he send a "🥴" emoji.

Biting your lip, you put the phone in a pillow and began recording. Hands trailing on your clothed breasts as you sat down and spreaded your legs. One of your hands dipped inside your panties as the other one uncovered your breast to then squeeze and toy with one.

Your mouth had shaped in an 'o' as you bucked your hips to ride slowly your own hand. Your moans were needy and they turned more wanton as you kept toying with your nipples and clit, soon gasping for air, coming undone.

You then brought your slicked fingers to your mouth and licked them clean with a groan. You then giggled and stopped recording. The alcohol buzzed fully in your system, not only clouding your judgment, but also firing up a dirty mind.

"For your eyes only"

You uploaded the video and pressed send.

Tossing the phone on your nightstand, you went back to keep indulging in yourself before your roomie could get back. But this time, you had in mind a very specific scary teacher to think about.

----

The constant beeping in your phone bolted you awake. You turned off the alarm and saw your phone. Your eyes went wide awake as dread crept up to you.

"So... What was that you wanted to show me?"

Oh no.

Panic surged through your body as seeing Mr. O'Hara's chat open with a 'video' description. Shaky fingers opened it up, only to reveal the 'seen' mark in the chat.

OH NO.

-----

Against all odds and what could go wrong, you showed up in class. Sure, sending a porn video of yourself to your scary teacher was a major fuck up. But failing class would be even a bigger fuck up of all times, You had one foot outside of it all. Once out of college you wouldn't see Mr. O'Hara, and eventually he'd forget it all. Besides, you were pretty sure that he'd receive that kind of messages on a daily basis.

Sighing, you entered the classroom and as quietly as you could you sat in the very back of it. Class went as normal as you could, but the feeling of being watched was always present. Thankfully class was over and just as you snuck to get in, you snuck out.

You couldn't look at him in the face, not after what you had done in that video. Another reason of why you didn't drink often. But now a new problem laid ahead. How would you face him on Saturday?

Talking about, you didn't even know what to wear. Maybe the universe was conspiring against you, but you were grateful enough that he didn't bring it up, maybe he didn't pay much attention. There were so many scenarios running your mind.

----

In the end, you wrote an apology. It was easier to just apologize without seeing his face, and maybe things would be buried and forgotten as days passed.

But no. He had requested to see you after class.

As you approached you squeezed the written apologize and sighed once you were before his desk, across him.

"I need you to sign here, to confirm your assistance tomorrow."

You gulped and took the pen, after sliding the letter to him. He cocked an eyebrow to you as you signed.

"What's this?" He took the crumpled paper and opened it up. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see, amusement in them. A knowing look seizing you.

"I'm so so sorry. The... The video I mean. It wasn't for you, I swear! But I was-"

"Drunk and stupid? Yeah. Noted." He tossed the letter in the trashbin and stood with his arms on his waist, "I thought you were better than that, (Name)"

Your eyes glossed over the disappointment in his tone.

"Has anyone else seen it?"

You shook your head.

His eyes glinted with something dark, something you couldn't actually pinpoint and to be honest you were too embarrassed to ask.

"Good. Anyway, 6 pm. Austen's Auditorium"

"T-That far?"

"Have a problem?"

"Uh, no. I'll be there. I'll call an Uber."

"I'll drive you."

"What? No! I mean, no. I'm uncomfortable enough as it is. Don't wanna make this even more awkward."

"Trust me, nothing that I haven't seen before, unfortunately."

"Yeah, no. I'll call an Uber. I'm financially fucked anyways. Thanks" His pupils dilated so ever softly at the way your lips muttered the word fucked. His face remained steely as usual, but his eyes gave away so much.

"Whatever. Meet me in the last row, second seat, then."

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You showed up, high waisted, tight, black, upper knee length skirt with a small slit on the side, a cream colored blouse with matching bra and a black blazer with nude heels. It was the standar, and the only truly formal wear you had in your closet. Uber drove you to the venue and soon, you met Miguel and sat next to him. You could recognize some other students along some other teachers from other areas. Conference was about the new ways of teaching and learning, nothing too groundbreaking as you had originally thought.

The conference was two hours long and at the end, you signed up a paper sheet and was told to wait on the entrance as Miguel greeted and signed out.

"Let's go."

Miguel guided you by placing a hand on your lower back, and gave a gentle push for you to follow him.

"Car's on the third floor"

"I told you that I could get an Uber."

"And risk you to be kidnapped or something? Not a chance. Besides I wanna keep my job as much as I can."

"Gee, thanks for caring, Mr. O'Hara."

"Todo un placer, preciosa." He chuckled

Your knees trembled as he spoke in spanish, you were sat on the front seat and fastened your seatbelt. He started the engine but it just revved a couple of times before it went dead. And just when you thought nothing could go wrong, it started pouring. Hard.

"Shit."

You groaned in frustration and Miguel smirked.

"Why the rush? Have somewhere to go?"

"No, Mr. O'Hara. Just wanted to rest. I'm not used to wear heels actually."

"Thought you were meeting with that guy you were making out the other night"

Your eyes widened in utter embarrassment as he stretched in his seat.

"Jesus... this can't be even more embarrassing."

"As your teacher, I completely disapprove such behaviors. Specially with that cabrón. He's not a good person."

"What do you mean?"

"He's conditioned. Likes to spread out intimate content of girls he gets."

"How do you know this?"

"I told you, nothing I haven't seen before."

You sank in your seat, mulling over his words.

"Hate to admit but... Im kinda glad knowing this. I mean, I'm really embarrassed though, but-"

"You're glad that little video fell onto my hands and not someone else?"

You nodded, unable to look at him as your face flushed.

"Yes, what?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Must admit though." His hands on the wheel tightened. "It took me by surprise. Out of all the female students, you, did a whole show."

You gulped as your breath hitched. His eyes squinted and that dark tingle was back at it again

"Hands in those cute ass panties, riding your hand like it was the last thing you'd ever ride."

His hand pulled his hair back as he bit his lip so ever softly. You on the other hand were trembling, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Who were you thinking of?"

"N-None. I swear. This is... really really bad"

"Maybe, but so is sending really explicit videos to your teacher, preciosa."

You shut your mouth and looked at him, he leaned in and studied your face. His index and thumb taking your chin.

"You're trembling. Why? A pretty thing like you shouldn't fear me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Quite the opposite actually." His thumb caressed your cheek and his lips brushed over yours.

"I wanna make you feel as good as you did in that video." He kissed your cheek and bit softly at your earlobe earning a shudder. It was like if another person had took over him.

"Can I? You want me to make you feel good, muñeca?"

He was overwhelming your senses, then you felt him unbuttoning your shirt. You nodded.

"W-Wait... what if someone sees us?"

Miguel unbuckled your seat belt and pulled you for a deep kiss. Moaning, your hands raked down his chest, stopping at his belt.

"Don't worry on it. It's fucking pouring outside." He riled up your skirt up, exposing the fabric of your panties. His lips went to your neck and kissed a soft trail as his fingers dipped between clothed folds, earning a whimper. His free hand managed to pull out one of your breast and then rolled his tongue over it.

"So sensitive" His fingers rubbed in slow circles your little flesh mount. He took a moment to pull one of the windows two inches down, enough for air to seep in.

"Spread those legs for me, preciosa. Lemme see that pretty pussy." Your hips accommodated as your skirt was pushed upwards, he then removed your panties and smiled.

"Sit on the back seat. Can't taste you properly like that." With trembling hands you moved on the back leathery wide seat as he moved the front ones forward, leaving more space in the back. He removed his blazer and his tie. Your heels long forgotten in the front seat. He seemed like a caged animal in a tiny space, and you a small snack for him.

His hands kneaded the supple flesh of your thighs, you removed the blazer and soon he finished unbuttoning your shirt, your bra was unclasped, spilling your breast freely. He groaned and kissed you once more. In your haste you unbuckled his belt but he stopped you.

"Are you on contraceptives?"

His fingers spreaded your legs further, exposing your slick flesh. You just nodded dumbly.

"No habrá problema entonces." He muttered more to himself than anyone as he bend over, one of your thighs dangled in his left shoulder as he brought your slit closer to his mouth.

He did a small cross blessing on himself and a little prayer and licked his lips.

"We've got to be grateful for this meal." His tongue went flat against your slit and dragged it up. Your toes curled up and you groaned.

"Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor." His lips focused in the little bundle of nerves, giving it soft suckles, kisses as his tongue dribbled in your inner folds.

"Podría comerte todo el día" He mumbled as he gave feathery bites on your plush flesh. His hands held your thighs, you were too enraptured in pleasure to mumble a coherent word. Instead your hands latched at his head softly and applied pressure only when he grew closer to that very sweet spot.

His tongue lapped up and soon his whole mouth disappeared between your folds. The obscene sound of his mouth working made your spine arch. He held you in place as his face kept buried between your legs. Your breath hitched as your body went taut. He switched in between devouring your clit and fucking you with his tongue.

"Y-Yes!" You hissed as searing pleasure crashed hard. Your toes curled in, and your body trembled, coming undone on his mouth. He made sure to clean you up before releasing your flesh with a wet pop. You pulled him for a kiss as the rain kept hitting the car, drowning any sound.

"Such a pretty and naughty baby." He cooed as he tied your hands behind your back with his neck tie, then pulled his pants down his knees and brought your knees close to your shoulders, exposing once more your puffed and wet cunt.

"Sending videos for me to watch" He pumped himself a couple of times before rubbing his flushed tip in your sopping folds. You moaned as he entered you slowly, feeling the good stretch of his cock in your walls and gasped.

Hearing your classmates talking about the possibilities of what Mr. O'Hara had between his legs was nothing compared to actually experiencing it as it dug deeper in your guts.

You gave a shaky whimper at how full you felt, and he was barely starting. You could only watch as his girth disappeared between your folds with ease.

"You're so tight, princesa." He kissed your temple, as you choked on a thrust he gave, shaking your whole body.

"Wanna be a good girl for me?" Nodding you groaned as he tangled one of his hands on your front bangs and held you still, to then ram his hips against yours. It earned him a sweet wail from you. He closed his eyes for a second, relishing at your warmth and tighteness

"So fucking good. Will give you a lil' present before you graduate." His hips slapped shamelessly and viciously, leaving you with little room to breathe properly. Your hands desperately trying to hold onto something

"Gonna miss you and this pussy when you're gone, you know that?" His voice rumbled through his chest between heavy pants and soft growls.

You were too cock drunk to actually speak, the lack of air was making you dizzy, soon you felt like a zombie, just grunting and moaning as his body crushed you, over and over, almost fucking you in to the seat. Miguel O'Hara was anything but gentle, in all sense of the word. The car shook softly and soon, you gritted your teeth as the pressure in your lower belly increased until you came on his cock. Gushing and clamping down hard.

Your body shook, and he cupped your cheeks, smiling at the debauched look on your face as you came, proud of himself. Your hands had numbed out, but he then untied them.

"Such a messy baby." His hips didn't stop, one of his hands snaked it's way to your neck and squeezed.

Your hands found a little strength to cling to his arm, his eyes never left you.

"Give me another one, mi amor"

He cooed as his hips fucked you silly, tears piling up at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation making a mess out of your senses. Your nails scratched his wrist as his thrust turned erratic, sloppier and finally he came as he cradled your limp body closer to his.

It was almost possessive. You gave a pathetic cry as you came with him. He kissed you softly and laid you gently.

He then pulled one of the windows down another couple of inches, letting air to refresh your burning body.

Your clothes were soiled, except for the blazer, the rest was drenched in sweat or covered in fluids. The good thing was that rain could cover up all evidence.

He looked at you in awe and pride.

----

"You look lovely in this one."

Mr. O'Hara's chat was opened, revealing a picture of you sucking his cock in his classroom with your graduation gown, looking at him with doe-like eyes.

"Thanks. You taste great, btw." You typed back, with a smirk

"Call me, Miguel, preciosa. I'm not your teacher anymore."

-----

Si si, cállate — "Yeah, yeah, shut up"

Todo un placer, preciosa - "My pleasure, gorgeous"

cabrón— Fucker

muñeca- Doll

No habrá problema entonces- "No problem then"

Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor- "You have a pretty pussy, my love"

Podría comerte todo el día- "I could eat you all day"

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader

[thenightfolknetwork]

I’ve been with my fiancé for over 8 years now. We’ve been friends for even longer and just last summer we had been planning our wedding ceremony. Now, his family hadn’t been the best supportively, not when he came out as gay, and especially not when he, a Sapio, started dating me, a giant. They then effectively disowned him after we announced our engagement. I think they might have had some weird hope he’d ’change his mind’ or that it was a ‘phase’. This was about 3 years ago now, and I can’t speak for my partner, but he admitted though it hurt, he was relieved to be away from them after all the abuse.

Anyway, the reason for this letter is about 7 months ago we had gotten word that his family had been in a serious accident and that his parents, sister and her husband had passed away and he was listed as next-of-kin and subsequently guardian for his 4 year old nephew.

Now, we never really talked about kids beyond some vague idea. But my partner wasn’t going to turn away the kid, nor did I expect him to. So, after the funeral service and sorting with social services, we brought his nephew home.

It has been an adjustment for all of us, getting used to having a kid around and him being in a new environment that’s more geared for my size honestly. and we’ve been trying to find a good child psychologist for him. but the main problem is… well, he’s afraid of me.

I can’t really blame him for that, after everything he went through, but it still hurts sometimes when he flinches when I enter a room or speak to him. Or how he looks ready to cry when I open my mouth. Even trying to hide when he sees me just reading a book. I’ve grown up in a mixed community, but the way the kid looks at me, for the first time in a very long time, I feel like a monster.

My partner has told me once when we were in bed that his ‘family’ had been filling the kid’s head with anti-nightfolk ideologies and even some rather… well, blood-libel comments. I think he was trying to comfort me as he noticed the way the kid had been a lot more skittish with me than with him. He has been trying to explain that a lot of the stuff his folks talked about was lies and really bad stuff, but it’s hard unlearning these sort of things. I had suggested we postpone the wedding, at least till things settle.

I have been trying to seem less ‘intimidating’, not smiling with my fangs and trying to look smaller than I really am. But I’m worried he might never not be afraid of me. And I never told my partner, but I’m afraid that he will be forced to pick between me and the kid, and I don’t want him to do that as I know either option will hurt him.

So I’m asking. Is there anything I can do to try and help seem less… monstrous to my nephew?

I'm afraid there are no quick fixes here, reader. Your nephew has been exposed to some seriously toxic ideologies from a very early age. That isn't the sort of thing you can fix over night.

I would caution against trying too hard to diminish yourself or your creaturely traits as part of this process. You want your nephew to be comfortable with you, not with a nervous caricature of yourself.

Instead, I encourage you to behave at home as normally as you can, being as friendly as he'll allow you to be and respecting his boundaries when he expresses them.

If you haven't already, talk to your partner about what your strategies are going to be to improve the situation. This is a long-term project that needs complete buy-in from both of you to succeed.

As much as possible, your partner should be exposing your nephew to the idea of difference, teaching him that it's OK to notice that other people are different than him, but that he still needs to treat them with kindness and respect.

There are so many more resources available today to help children learn about these matters, from books and films to websites dedicated to help you discuss these issues in an age-appropriate way.

Books like Paws, Claws and More, What's for Lunch? and My Daddy's A Mummy are a great way to start these conversations and to help introduce your nephew to these ideas in a way that is accessible for him. Talk to your local librarian for more recommendations.

The best way for him to learn to trust you is through spending time with you, drowning out the hateful ideas he's been taught through real, lived experience of being safe and happy in the company of people in the community. Make sure to set time aside for all three of you to spend time together, doing activities your nephew will enjoy.

Of course, his exposure to the creature community shouldn't start and end with you. If you can, consider getting him involved in mixed genus groups where he can meet liminal children his own age. It might be a bit of an adjustment for him, but it will a huge boon to him in the long run.

Finally, please consider seeking out some additional support for yourself during this process. This is a difficult, highly emotional situation, and you need to find people who you can talk to about it beyond your partner, whether that's to talk through possible solutions or just to vent occasionally.

Fortunately, reader, if there's one thing children are built for, it's learning. It will take time and emotional commitment, but with a little effort, I think you and your partner will be able to teach your nephew a kinder way of looking at the world.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

[ozzgin]

[Baki Masterlist]

Yandere! Kaiou Retsu x Artist! Reader

You open the door to the Shinshinkai Dojo and greet some of the men in the hall with a nod.

"You're here earlier than usual." One of them comments as you pass by.

"Yeah, the last lecture was cancelled and I had no other plans", you respond with a smile.

"You know it's getting serious when your free time is turned into training time. That's how it was for me!" the man lets out a hearty laugh.

"No way, I'm not made for this." You wave your hand in dismissal. "I'm just going with the flow and seeing where that takes me."

You go on your way, ruminating over the brief exchange. It's been a few months since you began taking karate lessons at the Dojo. You still remember Katsumi's perplexed expression as you stood before him, handing over the sign up papers.

"A-are you sure? The sparring can get quite rough and you're... well... uh..."

"You advertise it as perfect for self defense. Who needs it more, the buff pal over there or this short college student that can't even sketch in the park without being harassed by perverts?"

You slap the papers on the table with a loud thud. The man blushes slightly, realizing the irony.

"I apologize. You're entirely right." He scans over the form. "Evening classes. That's when I teach, actually! Looking forward to seeing you, then."

After the first few weeks of mostly standard workout in order to build stamina, you started learning the basics. Katsumi was greatly surprised and equally impressed by your unexpected skill. Turns out you weren't half bad at this! And so he suggested you show up more often, because he wanted to see how your newly discovered talent would develop in time.

As thankful as you are for his support, you find the whole ordeal rather funny. You don't have any intention of becoming some professional fighter. You're an artist and plan to remain one for the indefinite future. The little karate hobby serves as your dose of healthy activity and as the occasional inspiration, since you particularly enjoy recreating the human body and its intricacies on paper or in clay.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Katsumi spots you and gestures for you to come over. Your nostalgic daydreaming has been interrupted. "Remember when I said that it helps to expand your knowledge? I have just the person for that." He places a hand on your back and guides you further into one of the main rooms.

"Here she is, Retsu-san. You might not believe it at first, neither did I, but I guarantee you she has a lot of potential."

You bow slightly to the stranger in front of you and he silently returns the gesture. He seems mildly awkward about the encounter.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I follow. What is this about?" you ask, somewhat confused. The deep stare of the long haired man intimidates you, so you avoid it by throwing quick glances at Katsumi instead.

"Would you be interested in learning Chinese Kenpo? This is Kaiou Retsu. He'll be joining us at the Dojo for a while. I thought you could use some variety."

"Shouldn't you be asking him if he's willing to teach rookies like me?" you wonder if this poor man had his services offered against his will.

"It is my great pleasure to spread the knowledge of this ancient art. I only ask that you treat it with respect and don't take it lightly." Retsu straightens his back and looks ahead, in no particular direction.

Ah, how embarrassing. He can't even look at her properly. He wishes he could drag Katsumi out in the hallway and whack some common sense into him. The least he could've done was to let him know who to expect.

Obviously he's seen women before. He's been out of the temple for a long time now. So why is he acting so strange all of a sudden? Katsumi was very secretive about his new favorite student and refused to give him any details besides "you won't regret it". He anticipated anything but this. He's especially baffled at his own reaction meeting (Y/N).

All he can do now is to pray that he isn't so obvious in just how flustered this woman has gotten him. He wonders if Katsumi went through the same nervousness when he first met you. He secretly peeks at the young man and notices how relaxed he seems to be next to you. Yeah, perhaps he just needs a little time. Then he can treat you with the same confidence, too.

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"What matters the most here is actually the placement of the foot. If it's slightly tilted the wrong way, you lose all support and everything else falls apart. A good kick needs an equally good grounding."

Retsu is in his comfort zone. For a mere moment, he can forget his audience and focus on his technique. This is what he does best. Still concentrated, he unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, as this is how he usually fights.

"Find the weak point depending on your opponent's stance, and quickly make your move before they've got it figured out."

He demonstrates the attack, followed by a few skillful jumps as he returns to his initial spot. He checks to see if you've been following his instructions, a prideful smile plastered on his face. Your eyes are wide, mouth slightly open in shameless marvel. His smile immediately vanishes and is replaced by an embarrassed frown. Why are you looking at him like that? It's one of the most basic moves he can think of.

You suddenly clap your hands together and lower your head in a begging posture. The way his body bends and folds in such a fluid, continuous way, the way his muscles contract rhythmically in a calculated vigor... This man is not only a master of martial arts, but your newly found muse.

"Please excuse my rudeness, but I really can't think of a better way to put it. Might I be allowed to sketch you during your training? I really wish I could capture your artistry."

You shyly glance up, worried you may have angered the Chinese man. He's covering his face with one hand and you tense up, unsure of how to proceed. Should you apologize? Then you manage to discern the deep blush that's taken over his face.

He must calm down at once. He's inhaling deeply, attempting to regulate his breathing. He can feel the vibration of his heart slamming into his chest at great speed. Truly, how happy your words made him. And this brings him to the abrupt realization that he will never be like Katsumi around you.

It's been a little under a month since he's met you, and the slightest interaction coming from you makes his whole composure collapse into shambles. All the feelings and thoughts are now avalanching over, burying him and making him unable to let a single word out. It could very well be that he's in love with you, but it's a frightful, rabid adoration that trickles out of his grasp, as if it could escape from his control at any moment. It's a terrifying discovery for someone that so values their discipline.

"If it's too troublesome, you can forget about it. I got too excited. To be honest, I've been using you as a reference for some time now, but it felt wrong not to tell you about it."

You crouch down to your backpack and hesitantly pull out a notebook with pages sticking out. You peel open the covers and spread some of the papers onto the ground, for a better view.

Retsu squats down with you and gazes over the detailed pencil works, partly distracted. He'd appreciate your anatomical accuracy if it wasn't for his presently feverish state. He places your hands between his and analyzes them. What a difference. Dainty, fragile and yet powerful enough to win Katsumi's respect. Nonetheless of insignificant size compared to his large, calloused and weathered palms. To think that you've been watching him the same way he's been watching you all this time. Perhaps for somewhat different reasons. How would you react if you knew? What would you think of someone like him?

"Umm..." you swallow dryly as you attempt to break the silence. You can almost hear a faint ringing in your ears.

What if you were to reject his confession? It wouldn't be the first time he's faced defeat. Retsu is however unsure if he'd be willing to accept it this time. He looks at you with newly found resolve. No matter what, he'll do what it takes to become a man worthy of your love. If only he could remain your inspiration forever.

#baki #baki the grappler #retsu kaioh #baki x reader #kaiou retsu #retsu x reader #yandere #yandere baki

[thesupreme316]

Hi, I was if you could write about Nick Wayne x Reader when reader is Nick Wayne Girlfriend maybe they have a kid and she and his kid are watching his AEW debut but then during the match Swerve Strickland gets in Reader face and intimidates her and Nick Wayne goes after Swerve for getting all in his girlfriend face and then gets all in Nick Wayne kids face as well? you can shorten this

We're Okay (Nick Wayne x Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 750

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @sunrise28sblog for requesting this and i'm so sorry that I didn't answer sooner (time is so random with me). also it's a little shorter than what i wanted but it flows better to me. i did not realize how behind I am on requests so imma try to upload twice daily. again, so sorry about that.

Warnings: cursing around a child, nothing else ig

Taglist: @sunrise28sblog @hooks-martin

Imma do a headcanon

You have always been supportive of Nick’s career choice as you’ve been dating for a while

At first, when you first met Nick, you didn't understand the appeal of wrestling and how serious for him

After getting to learn the different moves and how deep it runs in Nick's family, you grew to understand and love the sport

So when you and your son have the chance, you go to see him wrestle, you take it

Your son finds it so cool that his dad is a wrestler

To the point that he tries to bodyslam his pillow or tries to chokeslam his stuffed animals and your boyfriend

Even though you weren’t a wrestler, you were just as they come

You don't tolerate bullshit, you don’t take stupidity lightly, and you don’t get scared at anything

So you were able to get front-row seats as you really wanted to make sure Nick knows that his family supports him on his Rampage debut

He and Darby Allin were facing Swerve Strickland, one of his ultimate rivals, and Brian Cage

You and your son were cheering as loud as you could for your boyfriend as he made his way to you

He hugged the both of you before he gave you a kiss and his son a kiss on the forehead

You waved to Darby as they entered the ring

The match started with Darby and Nick having the upper hand until Brian just completely wrecked them

You flinched as Nick’s body hit the ground repeatedly as Brian tagged in Swerve

Strike 1

Swerve gave him a roundhouse kick with a smile before leaving the ring, walking in your direction

He walked up to your son, mocking him “Your dad’s a bum! He’s a bum!” Out of fear and intimidation, your son started to cry.

Strike 2

You pulled your son behind you, creating distance.

You cut your eyes at the man staSwerve darkly smiled at you, as he said “You’re dating a bum ass, broke ass, punk ass-“

Strike 3

You didn’t even allow him to finish as you delivered a slap to his face, making him fall to the floor

The crowd cheered as he looked up in shock. Nick got out of the ring and tackled Swerve while he was still on the ground

You cheered as Nick was throwing punches left and right; eventually throwing Swerve back into the ring

He quickly wobbled over to you and yalls son

“Are you okay?”

“We’re okay; go finish your match, baby.”

You just held your son and gave him juice as he quietly wiped his tears

Nick got back into the ring before the count of ten and it seemed like that one incident fired Nick up for the rest of the match as he needed both the ref and Darby to hold him back from injuring Swerve

A couple of more minutes went by before the bell rung and Darby and Nick held their hands up in victory. Your son was back to his bubbly self as he saw his dad stand tall and mighty.

At the end of the night, as he is driving with you in the front seat and your son is fast asleep in the back, you could see that he was still pissed, and he had every right to be

But on top, you knew he was deep in thought and was reflecting on what happened earlier

“Babe, everything is okay. We’re okay.”

“That bastard shouldn’t have been near you, let alone say those things in front of our son. What kind of man am I that I allowed-”

“Nick, stop. You don't control him, he was just trying to throw you off. And he didn’t scare me. Again, me and (Your/Son’s/Name) are fine. We know that those things aren’t true. You are a great father and significant other, I don’t care what Swerve says. I know the true you and I’m proud of you.”

Nick smiled as there were tears on the brims of his eyes, "You know, that was a great slap."

Giggling, you said, "Thanks. My hand kind of hurts from it still."

He chuckled, "Maybe you should join wrestling."

"Yeah, no. I'll leave that to you."

“I love you so much. I love our family so much.”

You leaned over the console and gave your boyfriend a kiss on his cheek as he continued to drive

“And we love you. I love you so much, Nick Wayne.”

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #nick wayne #nick wayne x reader #nick wayne imagine #nick wayne aew

[yandere-fics]

Someone kidnapped the wrong person

You looked at your watch and gave a heavy sigh, you only needed to wait until SHE didn't see you at the meeting place. "I'm serious, you should let me go and we can pretend this didn't happen." They laughed at you as if they held the cards, "You don't scare us, you're only human after all. Now give us the code to your phone or else." You stared at the thug, this was the least intimidating person you've ever met and they wouldn't stay a person for long. "I'm giving you your last warning. Let me go and you might live." You heard a click as the thug put a gun to your head, this dumb ass was just begging for the most painful death. "Give us the damn fucking code!" You sighed, might as well end this charade. "Passcode is DaddyK, capital D, capital K" You watched as they input the code, unlocking your phone. This was their first mistake.

You watched them gathering around your phone, unfortunately for them there was only 1 contact that was labelled as "Daddy" and they absolutely did not want to find out who was - "We have your girl" And they're fucked. They must have assumed you just moved here and had a wealthy backing. One of the thugs brought the phone over to you and you listened carefully. "Lovely, have they hurt you?" You gave a small laugh, "No, but one of them did put a gun to my head and made threats. Sorry about our plans being messed up, Daddy" You could hear the wind rushing past over the phone. "So how about we change to one of the other movies since we aren't going to see the one we picked out on time?" You heard her chuckle, "Sounds like a plan, Lovely."

She had hung up after you had agreed to a change in plans and the thugs were discussing what to do with you. "I don't like how calm she is, are you CERTAIN that we chose the right target? Can't we just let her go and get as far away as possible?" The leader scoffed at the more reasonable one. "Please, she was obviously loaded with how she was dressed. She'd need lots of money and she sure isn't the owner of any businesses. Therefore she has someone providing for her." You looked to the last of the thugs who went pale while snooping through your phone, and you know exactly what they found. "Guys... we might have grabbed the wrong one."

"SHIT!" The leader was already pulling their hair out when they saw you had pictures with your mate. "Shit! We should have checked the photos before calling! It makes sense why she has only 1 contact now!" Looks like someone is slowly learning, but a little too late as Kassien crashed through a window and picked up the leader by the throat. "This the one that put the gun to your head, lovely?" You gave a nod and watched as she went to work on their arms first, the other thugs screaming in terror as Kass went for their legs as she spoke in the angriest tone you've ever heard. "You kidnapped my mate and expect to walk out? Not while you're alive."

She took her time tormenting each of them, but their leader seemed to get the worst of her rage. She wasn't just slow with them, she made them beg for death. "Please! I beg of you to spare me!" Kassien gripped their jaw and looked at you with that smile of hers, "What do you think lovely?" You chuckled, she wanted your input on how to deal with this one and you couldn't help but oblige her. "Talks too much. Should probably remove their ability to speak." That was all Kass needed to rip off the thug's jaw before throwing them onto the ground and walking over to pick you up in a bridal carry. "Lets go now Lovely, they've waster enough of our time." You watch as she began walking towards the leader one last time to crush their skull beneath her feet before flying out with you so you could go enjoy a movie together.

I love Kass so much

[merbear25]

Hello again, here for the matchup 🌹 Thank you so much for doing this, I got so excited when you gave me a heads up!

(Here's some of my favorite guys if it helps or anything: Corazon, Law, Smoker, Kid, Katakuri, Bartolomeo, Crocodile)

Female, she/her, INFJ, Gemini. Personality wise, I got two sides (stereotypical ik). Most of the times, I'm really affectionate, warm, soft but I can also get a bit cold, serious and intimidating, thing that surprises some. I'm basically that meme: I can be your angel or your devil (lol). A bit impatient at times when I'm excited about something. Extremely ambitious when I want something. Really loyal and caring to my dear ones (I'd do anything for them).

Big romantic, my love language: physical touch and gift giving.

I work in the medical field and love it, it was my dream and still is. I really like putting patients at ease and helping them get through their condition mentally first. It makes my day to see them smile again.

Aesthetically wise I go for slight dark feminine and romantic. Colour palette: red, black, white, silver. I'm all about casual dresses and really sweet perfumes. I also have a hidden tattoo on my thigh of a crescent moon.

When I'm not studying, my hobbies are: Aikido and bokken training, dancing, sometimes archery but I do it more rarely now, oh and I also have a big thing for learning about perfumes, wine, and tea.

Likes: flowers, deep conversations, going on long walks, sweets, art.

Hope this is alright for you and not too long or confusing. Thank you so much for your time. Take care, have a wonderful day!

I'm so happy to do this for you as some form of 'thank you' for the matchup you did for me! I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you like it!

P.s. I like how you organize your matchups, so I'm gonna copy it >_> sorry

I match you with...

He would first be drawn in by how you carry yourself. You seem like the kind of person to have grace in their step, so you'd definitely peak his interest.

When he gets to know you, it's obvious how sincere you are with your emotions. He'd be fond of that type of transparency.

Despite his intimidating exterior, he has a gooey and soft center and would adore having deep and meaningful conversations with you to strengthen your bond.

Without a doubt, this man has loyalty as one of his main traits and would expect nothing less from his partner, so upon realizing this about you, he'd feel more comfortable exploring his feelings.

That being said, I see his love languages as being physical touch and acts of service.

When he feels it's appropriate to confess his feelings, he'd do so in a way that'd be more on the romantic side, which would be something special you can share and remember together.

Whenever you're a bit distant or cold, he'd do little things to help you feel more at ease. He's fairly observant, so you wouldn't need to tell him exactly what you need all the time.

He loves a good cuddle, so he would absolutely shower you with affection, adoration, and little gifts he'd pick up on missions (or when he's just out and about). Expect the gifts to be suited to your personal interests (he's thoughtful that way).

When you tell him that one of your passions is perfume, he'd take note of it and find flowers, candles, and of course, perfumes that compliment your preferences and asthetic. However, if he has to leave on a mission that will seperate the two of you for some time, he'd gift you something with a scent that'd remind you of him.

Would have so much respect for you when learning that you followed your dream, especially since your dream involves being selfless.

Would definitely love sparring with you. I think he'd love having a partner who's interested in forms of combat. You both would have a good chance to learn from each other.

Honestly, I just feel like you two would compliment each other really well.

Hope you have a wonderful day, lovely 💜💜

#one piece #one piece matchups #one piece matchup #portgas d ace #ace one piece #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ace x you #op #matchup exchange

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Bane would include:

I'm a pretty intense guy, but I also know how to relax and have fun. I can be a little intimidating at first, but once you get past that initial barrier, I'm actually quite charming. I'm a loyal boyfriend, and I care deeply for my loved ones. When it comes to relationships, I'm all in, and I'm not afraid to show my feelings. I may wear a mask, but underneath it, I'm just a regular guy looking for love.

Well, I guess I should also mention that while I'm not really into partying or the whole nightlife scene, I am a bit of a foodie - I love sampling different cuisines and trying new restaurants. And of course, when it comes to spending time with my partner, I'm always up for a romantic evening at home, just the two of us, cuddling on the couch and watching a good movie or enjoying some homemade treats. I may seem like a tough guy on the outside, but when it's just you and me, I'm a big softie at heart.

My love language is definitely physical touch. I enjoy giving and receiving hugs, kisses, and cuddles. I also enjoy spending quality time with my partner, doing things together and creating memories that we'll cherish for a lifetime. I'm also a big fan of words of affirmation, and I love to compliment my partner and tell them how much they mean to me.

I take care of my body, but I also like to take care of my mind. I am well-educated and well-read, and I love to learn new things and challenge myself intellectually. I am also an avid reader and lover of history, art, and culture. I like to stay up-to-date on current affairs and I like to discuss the issues of the day with my partner. I believe in intellectual honesty and integrity, and I want my partner to be someone I can have deep and meaningful conversations with.

I'm a protector at heart, and I'm always looking out for those I care about, whether it's my partner or my friends and family. I like to be the strong, silent type, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the support and guidance of my loved ones when I need it. I may have a reputation as a tough guy, but underneath it all, I'm just a guy looking for love and companionship. And I know that the right girl will be able to see through the mask and find the real man underneath.

I'm also a great listener and I pay attention to details. I'm attentive and mindful of my partner's needs and desires. I'm always looking for ways to improve myself and be a better partner. Sometimes I'm a bit intense, but I also have a gentle and caring side that loves to spoil and pamper my loved ones.

I'm also a bit of a daredevil and I enjoy living life on the edge. I'm not afraid to take risks and push myself out of my comfort zone. I'm always looking for exciting new experiences and I'm never bored when I'm with my partner. When we're not on an adventure, I enjoy lazy days at home where we can just relax and spend quality time together.

Part of me would love having a partner who could join me in my villainous endeavors. After all, it would be a lot more fun having someone to share my evil schemes with. But another part of me also wants to protect my loved ones from the dangers of the life I lead.

As for my flaws, I'm sometimes a little too serious and don't always let myself have a good time. I can also get a little jealous sometimes, which isn't always a good thing. I'm also pretty devoted to my work, sometimes to the detriment of my personal life. I'm a hard worker, but I'm willing to make time for my loved ones. It's all about balance.

I'm also a bit of a softie when it comes to love, and I have no problem showing it. I'll dote on my partner and shower them with affection. I love to cuddle, and I'll make sure to keep things hot and spicy in the bedroom. I'm a skilled lover, and I take pleasure in being able to satisfy you in all the right ways. That's why I'm the perfect guy for you.

I'm very passionate and intense when it comes to romance and relationships. I'm willing to go above and beyond for the one I love, and I'm not afraid to show my feelings. When it comes to physical affection, I'm definitely the dominant type, but I also know when to back off and give my partner some space. Overall, I'm a pretty great guy to date, and I have the skills necessary to satisfy your every desire

I am a man of few words, but I make up for it in action. I am a master of my body, and I can use it to please your every need. I am relentless when it comes to achieving my objectives, and that includes pleasing you. I have many interests, but when it comes to romance, I am all about you. I am everything you never knew you needed, and together, we can rule this world... or at least the bedroom.

I am a very territorial individual, and I do not like anyone else encroaching on my territory. This includes anyone who might try to take my partner away from me. I am not the kind of person to sit back and watch someone else take what is mine, and if need be, I will use force to protect my claim. I am not someone to be messed with.

When it comes to affection, I am a man of many passions. I enjoy everything from sensual touch to playful flirting to passionate kisses to full-on fiery passion. I am a very physical and sensual being, and I enjoy exploring the depths of my partner's body and soul. I relish every touch and every kiss, and I like to make sure that my partner feels loved and appreciated. When it comes to the bedroom, I am a force of nature and a master of the arts.

I prefer dates that involve physical activity, such as going for a run or going to the gym together. I also enjoy activities that allow us to bond and get closer, like cooking together or doing a romantic getaway. I prefer to keep things simple and active rather than expensive and lavish. I also enjoy going out for drinks or doing something thrilling, like taking a ride on a roller coaster or skydiving. I am definitely not one for dinner and a movie, that's for sure.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph!

Ace Awareness week is already over, but I'd be really happy if I could ask you something about being a-spec. I'm honestly not sure who to ask irl and I feel like I've learned a lot on your blog, that's why I'm sharing this with you. I really hope this isn't too long or personal. If it is, please ignore it and thank you for reading <3.

So, I recently found out for myself that I'm pan(-sex.&-rom.) and platoniromantic (whee, there's a word for it! and I'm not automatically a creep! whoop!) For me it means, I basically have crushes on all of my friends at all times, (but Lgbt wiki says it falls under the aromantic-umbrella) which can get a bit awkward.

Growing up as a girl with my female friends, I've been confused by how physically affectionate they were (Hugs, and hand holding; Platonically sharing the bed etc.) bc I don't think any of them were sapphic. It was just cute and sweet for them, but they didn't want more. As a consequence I've been careful not to act on those feelings and not make my friends uncomfortable or abuse their trust(hence why I thought I'm creepy); the times I hinted at taking it further, they never seemed to be interested (I mean, what are the chances they're even sapphic?) It's kind of been the same with my bi/straight male friends. My dating pool is basically my small rl friend group (currently 2 lovely women), but I guess that way it's less likely they're also like me romantically back?

Over the years, it's just caused me a bit of heartbreak, because I have cared deeply about my friends and crave a closer romantic connection to someone. And, I mean, I do think it's kinda sweet that when my lizard-brain sees something friend-shaped, it wants to put a ring on it, but I don't really know how to proceed from here.

I'm honestly embarrassed that I'm already in my mid-twenties and have so little experience (no romantic/sexual relationships, not even proper kissing) (partly bc the pandemic struck 1 year after I got out of school). Do you maybe have some advice on how to meet people that 'match'? I'm quite shy and people usually call me uptight, so I haven't really been to any queer spaces in rl bc I'm a bit intimidated. Like, I don't seem particularly queer and I'm not great at talking about these things (I'm not even out to my family yet). Heck, for the longest time I thought I'm straight and just doing friendships wrong.

I'd appreciate a morsel of your wisdom, but it's also been really nice to just be able to share this with someone. It's made me feel less weird. Thank you.

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

Never ever hesitate to ask a question here... sometimes I answer them, sometimes I don't, but I try my best! <3 Especially asks about asexuality, because I like sharing the stuff I learned on my journey, AND I also enjoy researching to learn more as I reply to these asks!

So, OOOF, romance is definitely not something I know a lot about. And PLEASE don't be embarrassed at all. It's society that engrains this horrid notion that if you're in your 20s and you still haven't met someone / had sex, you're all dried up and no good (hence all the terrible ageism in fandom spaces). Nonny, I'm in my 40s and I've never had a serious relationship – sexual nor romantic – in my entire life. I crave wanting to be in love, but sadly it's not something that's probably ever in my future. And that said, I am LITERALLY the worst person to ask advice on how to "meet people" – I'm neurotic and introverted with horrid social anxiety, so meeting new people for me is a months-long prep period for me. And because I'm ace, I feel like sites like tinder and bumble aren't going to welcome me, so I've just... never tried.

Pfff so I suppose probably looking into community groups in your area, or joining social program (both things I haven't done because – you know – anxious). A-spec relationships are tough, it seems, because some of us such as myself just want to meet someone I can cuddle and love and spend all my time with for the rest of my life, while others might want the sex but not the romance... it's tough. Honestly there's no right answer I can offer you, mainly because I'm very inexperienced myself.

For me, I take joy in loving the people in my life in the various roles they play in it: my coworkers, my sister, my besties, and my family all have different attachments to me. I care about them all, and it's fulfilling in its own way. And I DO want a partner, if one will ever have me, but it's not a necessity to make life fulfilling for me.

I also haven't really been to queer spaces IRL either other than Pride and the cons I've visited, but yeah I feel like I'm going to be intruding because I'm not outgoing myself. I really wish I had the right answer for you, Lovely. I'd like to know myself. I feel like, sometimes, that I just got in too late.

ANYWAY, sorry if this isn't a good reply nor make you feel better, but I'm happy you felt comfy enough to share your story with me. Asks like this one make ME feel less alone too, Nonny. *HUGS**

If anyone has any advice, please feel free to add onto this post <3

#steph replies #aspec #chatting with nonnies #i am not a professional #my advice #life advice #sexuality #about me #my thoughts #sorry i suck nonny

[sorcerous-caress]

hope this isn't weird to ask but how long have you been writing and how old are you? did you ever take any courses related to writing or have you been improving through writing as a hobby?

Hey it's not weird at all, I'll happily answer!

I'm 20 years old, and I have been writing non-continuously since I was 12.

My first fic was written with colon punctuation for spoken dialogue instead of quotation marks bc I didn't know what those were at the time. For example:

Bob: nice weather we're having today (he said with a smile)

Bob2: I signed the divorce papers, they're on the counter. (Sighing at the other's stubbornness)

I posted it on wattpad.

Afterwards, I never wrote anything else, but I learned about Ao3 and kept enganging in fandom spaces. At 14, I joined roleplaying group chats, which made me think and write faster to keep the rp going. Eventually, it became one on one rp with another person where we would take our chat history log, freshen it up a bit, then post it as a fic.

By 16, I joined a fandom server with a semi serious writing subcategory in it. People more experienced and much older than me would beta for other's story. It's where I picked up the habit to write drafts in google docs so I can easily share the link for a beta reader to add suggestions to.

I still haven't written another fic by then, not by myself, at least. I got very insecure at the time about my writing and lack of knowledge. Mind you, I joined the server, not knowing what punctuation was. It took several beta readers adding punctuation for me until it finally clicked that I should use it.

It felt like I was an outcast in a way? Sure, everyone treated me just as nicely as others there, but I noticed the little things that added up over time. Like how no one would react or talk about the stories I post, but if someone else shares theirs, then the entire server gushes over it. Or how one time I reacted to my own story with an emoji, only for someone else to mention how it's me who clicked it and I shouldn't do that. It was a very unhealthy environment for a 16-year-old surrounded by 30-20 years old, but I stuck to it because I wanted to improve my writing.

Even if I was ignored, they'd still beta for me as a chance to offer "constructive criticism." Artists can be very petty when a low skilled person joins them.

My skills improved, and I posted my second fic! It was nothing remarkable, but it felt like the first stone into the stairway of improvement, yk? I loved that fic, it was my crowning jewel.

But as a result, I started to hate writing. It was a struggle, I'd spend hours on two sentences while others on the server were bragging about their 50k fics. I hated my own inability to perform better, to write better.

I got sick of reading my own writing from the number of times I'd rewrite it in an attempt to format it better. I couldn't even bare look at other's writing or read fanfics on AO3 because I'd always compare their writing to mine. Break their style down and analyse it in an attempt to spot what I'm doing wrong.

I left the server eventually, abruptly too. It was for the better.

I swore off of writing.

For two years, that was true. I gradually came to reading fanfics again, but just looking at a blank document was enough to get me nauses.

By 18, Aot happened, and the boom in x reader fanfics.

Everything I've written up to this point has been ships. Not once did I consider the idea of an x reader. For a while, I used to scoff at it and label it as cringe, as if the ship fanfics I was reading wasn't cringe either. Elitism, I tell you.

I saw these request blogs and how posting on tumblr seemed less intimidating than AO3. How intimate it felt to have an anon talk to you about your own fic that you wrote for them, to have people discussing your writing and stories with you! And they ask for more!

Sign me tf up.

I started my first writing blog, and I didn't know shit. I learned as I went. The new formatting, the tumblr tag system, creating a masterlist.

How important presentation is in here.

In AO3, your fic has the same chance of being read as any other one. Only your description is there to judge it by. But on tumblr? The shiny bookcover was almost as important as the material inside. In here, you have to market your own fic, present it with a lovely bow on top, add a pretty eyecatching header, and all the right trending tags.

Luckily, it clicked easy for me. I used free domian paintings from past centuries to make my covers, and they stood out amongst the anime cover galore. It was a little pretentious, I admit, but I also was a little pretentious, so it's alright.

I played my cards right, answered requests enthusiastically, and delivered fics at a fast rate. Paid attention to what styles worked best and what genres attracted more attention. At that point, it was a numbers game for me. Play marketing right, and you'll win at capitalism.

It felt very degrading and dirty.

My personal style fazed out, and my fics had a sanitised safe for mass consume feel to it. It was written to appeal to you rather than written out of any real love or passion.

It was soulless garbage.

Not to mention at the time I still used the same unhealthy and needlessly convoluted writing method I learned from that server. Yes I cut ties with them but I still didn't have any other alternative writing method to use.

What's that? Just write however I want? Are you crazy? What like my 12y old self wrote on wattpad? My 18y old self would rather die than actually be true to themselves.

I was extremely insecure and afraid of being labelled as "cringe" I completely ereased any stray stains of personality that managed to trickle their way down into my writing. Not once did I write for myself during that time, and not once did I actually enjoy a single piece I made.

I hated all of them, I couldn't bear to even read the fics I wrote. But I still made more and more to appease the requesters, still forced myself to sit and write each morning for hours on end.

A tight timeline, an exhausting production and no friends or hobbies to fall back into and relax. It was a fucking nightmare.

What ircked me the most was how people would just keep requesting more without a thank you or even a fuck you afterwards. It's like it's a fast food drive-through and I should be grateful for any attention I get.

But I never said a word. I never complained because complaining drives away people and engagement. No, I needed to keep my happy chill imagine and never show any emotion or talk about my struggles in real life or writing.

Instead of realising I hated my writing because of its lack of essence and soul, I convinced myself instead that it's because my skill level is still too low.

So I searched online. I found writing courses I couldn't afford, and neither could I ask my family for money for anything at the time because of personal reasons.

So I put on my pirate hat.

Apparently, people don't bother uploading the scam writing tips courses to pirate websites. That's fair.

Instead, I pirated books from famous authors talking about writing. Read them and tried to apply their methods, ignored my own preferences, and wrote to fit their subjective standards of what good writing is.

I signed up for free trials courses that didn't require a credit card and copied every single file into my hard drive before the trail ended.

I had so much material to study. I watched youtube videos about writing. I really really tried everything I could.

But I still loathed every fucking word I put down on these pages.

And I hated how a general advice in writing was to "follow your heart" what is that supposed to mean? I can't do that. Others do not like my heart, It has been proven many times before so how about you just give me some useful advice instead you useless wrinkled piece of shit book?

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..

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You can't force or fake creativity.

You can fake an elegant writing style, you can copy interesting lines from famous books and apply them to your own writing, you can include every trendy word in all the right places.

But you can't fake creativity.

I wished I was 12 again. Writing fics on wattpad, where my style was worse than garbage, and yet I loved it. People loved it.

Because it was garbage with a soul, a garbage that had empty chocolate milk bottles and spilt sprinkles. A garbage that showed personality and where my priorities were. With kids' fingerprints in colourful paint and a toddler's fridge artpiece.

A garbage that mirrored my love for the art.

And I ruined it. I traded it all for stupid punctuation that I didn't even care for.

I was happy.

Like every other probome in my life, I ran away.

I hit my breaking point. The requests were never ending, the studying and writing books were getting more and more pretentious and contradicting themselves. I barely had time to eat, I don't talk to people or go outside.

I do not have the time for anything, I missed having friends.

I left the blog. I stopped writing, it was too anxiety inducing.

I got into videogames again, I enjoyed the text heavy ones. I chose to ignore what that implied.

They were so...beautiful.

And fun!

I made some friends, I was happy for a while.

Then, one of my favourite characters in my video game mentioned missing their parents, how hard the funeral was.

It hit home.

I'm not writing, I convinced myself with a lie, I'm just gonna put down my thoughts on them...in a google document.

See just around 1k words, easy peasy. I AM NOT WRITING. It doesn't count.

But I did write it. Not with any calculated formula or method. I wrote my thoughts like how I hear them in my head and what I felt, what I imagined the character would feel.

Then, I added some dialogue, trimmed the corners, and sprinkled in euphemism.

It was simple and bare, vulnerable.

I posted it. It never got much traction.

But I was happy, I liked it, even loved it and kept rereading it.

I was 19.

I nervously showed it to my friend. They mentioned how much they can't stand reading books or fics because the words overwhelm them courtesy of their ADHD.

But they managed to read mine. Very smoothly.

Because my style, my own personal style that is set to my preference, makes me write in small paragraphs and straightforward. I never linger on details or focus on one thing for too long, I always give breaks and seperate events from each other.

And it clicked for this one person who struggled with reading, a style that will get criticism in any serious writing circle for being too simple or childish.

They liked it.

I hate needless convolution.

I just turned 20 years old, I asked for Baldur's Gate 3 early access as my birthday gift.

I received it, I played it.

I fell in love with its writing.

Then I made this blog, and I promised myself not to follow rabbits into any holes again. To reject the requests I don't want, to write because I love to, because I find it interesting or fun.

To never feel obligated to any thing or person. Only write if I want to, only post it if I want to. And if I don't want to? Then I simply won't.

And yes this blog gets much less attention than my first one but the people in here, the anons and my readers, they interact much more with me and my writing. It feels much better to have a handful of people genuinely excited and curious about your stories than a hundred people who would only leave likes and leave.

I have never touched a writing course or a helpful book since then. I block every writing tips blog, I see. I hate each and every single post about writing tricks and immediately skip past it.

I don't care if I improve anymore. I don't care if people don't read my stuff. I do not care if my style degenerates so much and reverts back to wattpad. All I care about is the fact I love writing and I enjoy it, I plan to keep it this way.

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It's also funny that I'm writing in English since I when I first started writing at 12 it was in Arabic. My first fic? In Arabic.

And I was willing to go down that road yk. Keep true to my heritage and culture, write in my own beautiful language.

But. I wrote about queer topics and stories. Homophobia is still a massive thing in our society. My story was more infamous and taboo than famous and beloved.

I had so many people coming to my dms to "educate" me about religion and sin. How what I'm doing is wrong and the message I'm spreading is haram.

It was funny at first especially when it was the quran that made me want to write in the first place. Because it's actually a collection of poems! It just loses its rhythm when translated to English. It was so beautifully written, I'd listen to it always as a kid.

But then those dms became unbearable and I decided to learn english to join the western fandoms instead. A 12y old just deciding to fuck it and learn a whole new language to write gay fics.

A lot of my struggles in writing at 12-17 was because I was still learning English at the time.

This was fun. Thank you so much for asking this, anon! I had the chance to reminisce about the past.

I made so many mistakes. But I'd rather having made them and reached this point of content with myself than not having made them at all.

#♡other #♡writing

[nicromancytarot]

Hey. I hope you are well and that you have a beautiful and blessed week ! I'm a Capricorn sign and ascendant, I'm single and I want to know when my FS will show up. I've been having some dreams about his characteristics and personalities and and every time I read a tarot reading it always says the same thing about personality, career and him. But I want to know more about him, when he will appear, his career, friends, family and hobbies.

Thank you for reading!!!!

Timing was a weird one because I think you might have already met this person, whether you know it or not. For the timing of when this will progress into something more serious, I’m getting 1 year, 3 months, 7 weeks and 15 days (I’m in my countdown era.)

HIS CAREER

Not going to lie or try to sugarcoat it, I believe he will be or has been fired, made redundant, or he quit his job for another reason. I do notice that he has the tendency to try and live off other peoples finances, his family seem to be the main people he relies on for this. Eventually he will see that he cannot live like this and will start looking out for a job to fill his desires and time. I see this job being something he’s very new to, it seems mainly female dominated, so it will be completely out of his element, but he will do good in this position, and he will make a good amount of money. I also see that you guys may have met here or this is where he will build his most important friendships.

FRIENDS

I believe he only had two very close friends and they’re honestly the complete opposite, one of them is described as luxurious, pampered, ambitious, charitable, stable and abundant. While the other is described as intimidating, selfish, unconventional (I got a goat for him, and goats can suck their own dicks, so yeah, quite unconventional.) His friends really are two sides of one coin. I also see that these people are part of his soul family.

FAMILY

His family are like a community, rather then a connection, I suppose you could describe them as a bit of a cult. I see a woman in his family that will not like how close you are to him, they will feel very possessive over him and maybe even reprimand you because of it. You will certainly have to put your boundaries up around these people and really watch your back when they are around. Their might be an ex of his that they prefer over you or miss, tell your spouse if you feel disappointed, upset or wary around his family, and he will be sure to say something to them.

They seem to have a lot of money, and overall they are a very lucky family, but they can certainly come off quite snaky.

HOBBIES

He likes a bit of everything, I see an emphasis on water sports, and things that he has to get up and physically do. He enjoys being outdoors and within nature, He also might go out early in the morning and then come back late at night, as he has a tendency to get caught up in his hobbies. I also see he might be a bit spiritual, he might do some sort of spiritual teaching or learning as a side hustle or just for fun and education.

#pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #free tarot #tarot witch #daily tarot #pick a pile #tarot cards

[argisthebulwark]

It was me who sent that ask about Erik. I like to share my thoughts but usually am too shy to do so off anon. So glad you liked it and agree! I am shaking your hand.

Boy is down so bad that you take down two bandit raids together and he's already planning out how he's gonna propose, LOL.

NICE! tbh i usually message people on anon too. even if we're mutuals. its is comforting to just say shit.

here's part one to this. it's sfw but there's mentions of a battle and related topics (blood, swords, etc)

Gazing across the plains Erik watches the Dragonborn wrench her sword free from the last bandit. She's wiping at her face and clambering through the bandit camp toward him and Erik's heart races. He's learning how intimidating she is during a fight; the smile he'd grown so used to gone and her eyes hardened, each swing of her sword meeting its mark. He never tires of watching her.

He's been with her for weeks and cannot hide his feelings. Each step she takes toward him still leaves his palms sweaty, her easy smile wiping away all fear. He knows that he is safe with her. They'd been outnumbered tenfold but there was no fear with the Dragonborn at his side.

"You're hurt!" She's rushing closer, hands clapping over the wound in his shoulder. It stings a little but is nothing compared to the gash in her side.

"You're hurt worse." Mimicking her action Erik presses a hand to the slash in her leathers. Her laugh seems so out of place surrounded by gore and broken blades but it's all he needs to remain standing. The Dragonborn digs around in her pack, withdrawing a glass bottle from its depths.

"Health potion." She explains and takes a hearty drink before offering the bottle to Erik. It doesn't taste great but he can feel the magic tingling under his skin and stitching his skin back together. The Dragonborn's hands remain on him and he feels a tad woozy but refuses to miss a moment with her.

"It's enough to get us back to town." She explains but all he can see is the gleam of healing magic on her lips. Her hand is so warm and he's still holding her waist. They've been dancing around each other since that first night - flirty but never committing, afraid to take the first step or move past fleeting touches.

It's so easy to pull her closer. The Dragonborn's hands slide up his armor and he brushes stray hair out of her face. His heart is hammering away in his chest when the Dragonborn finally stands up on her toes to kiss him.

Perhaps it's a spike of bravery from the battle or the potion that allows Erik to draw her even closer. His kiss is clumsy but he clings to her, elated by the knowledge that he loves her. She's giggling against his lips and he's sure she knows how easily he'd become wrapped around her finger.

He knew there was much more to learn but watching her fight, learning to maneuver in his new armor and wielding a broadsword she'd dragged out of a dusty display case, spending nights watching the firelight play across her face, he would never stop craving more of her. The flicker of rage he'd seen only during battle was gone when he met her eyes again, pleased to see her cheeks flushed.

Erik had once heard from a mercenary that your life flashes in your eyes in the moments before death, but what of love? He can see it all laid out before him; following the Dragonborn to every corner of Nirn, falling irretrievably in love with her, purchasing an Amulet of Mara and meeting her in the temple to marry her. He sees his future in her eyes when the Dragonborn's thumb rubs over the scratch on his cheek.

"You look so serious." She comments, still pressed close to him. Erik keeps it to himself, the knowledge that he's going to marry her someday, and simply kisses the hand on his face.

"I'm in love with you." He finally answers and wipes a bit of blood from her cheek. "I think you've known that, though."

She's giggling again and Erik's already wondering how easy it will be to slip away from her for just a few moments. He knows that Fralia Gray-Mane often has rings in her stall, perhaps when the Dragonborn is replenishing at one of the shops he'll step out for some fresh air.

With her arm looped in his the Dragonborn leads him across the rolling hills. The packed dirt roads are empty when she drags him toward the hulking shadow of Whiterun. He hardly retains what she's saying to him about his stance or his grip on the sword, his mind already formulating the perfect time to propose to her.

#erik the slayer #skyrim #tesblr #asks #writing #beloved mutuals

[libertyreads]

November 2023 TBR--

This month's TBR is going to be quite a bit smaller than the ones I've posted throughout the year so far. Moving has taken a lot out of me so I'm going to try to balance reading with watching TV shows and other things I enjoy that don't require nearly as much of my attention. (I say while The Shadow of the Gods just sits there staring at me.) I have a couple of rereads, a series starter, a new release, and a holiday read on the list this month.

We'll Be Home for Christmas by HelenKay Dimon (Library)-- I was surprised to find that I enjoyed a Christmas novella from HelenKay Dimon after reading her 2023 release earlier this year so I wanted to add the next Christmas novella in the series to my list. This one follows the older brother who has a high IQ but can't seem to understand women--at least one woman in particular. He takes women to bed one night and moves on the next morning, but, after a three day weekend with Lila, Spencer can't seem to get her off his mind. And it seems like fate is giving him a helping hand when she shows up in his town ready to take over her uncle's resort. But Spencer doesn't do serious.

The Hunting Moon by Susan Dennard (New Release)-- I cannot explain how truly excited I am for the next book in this series. The Luminaries was somehow everything I didn't know I wanted. It follows Winnie who just wants to join the Luminaries--an ancient order that protects the town of Hemlock Falls from the nightmares that prowl the forest in their town. After her family being disgraced by her traitor father, Winnie has known what it's like to be on the outside looking in, but as her birthday draws closer she's allowed to start the trials to determine if she'll finally get her wish. But, with new monsters popping up in the forest at night, is the forest safe even for the ones who hunt them?

The Shadow of the Gods by John Gwynne-- I would say this is my most intimidating read on my physical TBR shelf (and of course on this month's TBR). I know this is the start of a new Norse inspired fantasy series so I think it's a good place for me to start with John Gwynne (let me know if I'm wrong and I'll probably slate something else here instead). I remember seeing the cover for the first time and immediately wanting to know more. Gods warred and drove themselves to extinction which shattered the land. A new world rises with monsters stalking the woods and mountains. A world where the bones of the dead gods still hold great power for those brave or desperate enough to seek them out. Seems a little bit vague but I'm excited to learn more.

The Righteous by Renee Ahdieh (Reread)-- This is one I'm not super looking forward to rereading. The series starts with The Beautiful and takes place in 19th century New Orleans following a group of vampires (stop me if you've also watched a similar TV show). I've found that over time my intrigue has dropped quite a bit. Though, this reread of book number three means I would only have one book left to complete the series so why not. This one actually follows Pippa more than I was expecting so I remember that being fun at the first read. Let's hope it will be this time as well.

Evershore by Brandon Sanderson and Janci Patterson (Reread)-- Another reread for me in preparation for a new release. I struggled through rereading Cytonic so I think rereading Evershore is actually going to be a good mental break before Defiant comes out at the end of the month. This series follows Spensa who wants nothing more than to become a pilot for her planet's military, but given the cowardice her father exhibited before his death, they're not so willing to have her. The world really expands a lot from there as the series goes on. A lot of people say that the series becomes repetitious as you keep reading and after my reread of Cytonic I don't know that I can disagree with the sentiment. See Spensa do more training yet again got old fast. I think the highlight of this series for me is actually the novellas (shocking. I know) and so I'm looking forward to this reread.

I'm hoping to also add in a couple of holiday romances from my local library where I can in the month.

#it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas #TBR #Monthly TBR #November TBR #books to be read #to be read #to be read pile #physical tbr #bookish #booklr #bookstagram #bookblr #books #we'll be home for Christmas #The Hunting Moon #The Shadow of the Gods #The Righteous #Evershore

[drvnkd4zed]

Given taken, ep 2

"So, this is my room?" I asked. Jake nodded and pointed at my key, then at the door. "It's written on it" he said shyly. He took the silver key I was holding in my hand and threw it on his bed. "I'm sure you're confused about all of this but don't worry, I'm here to be your guide". On the bed on the right, there was another number engraved, "1001" written in white on a dark brown wood. "Maybe, you could provide me some context, what's this place and why am I here" I said. The red light coming from outside unveiled in a blue light. "Well, I can't give an answer to all those questions, but you can find out who you are and learn how to live here" he explained. He sat on the bed on the left, crossing his legs. Our beds were kind of high, too high for Jake's feet to reach the ground. He seemed to feel embarassed by that, but it made me smile. "I don't know what your name is and since I couldn't remember mine either, I named myself Jake. If the guards give you a name, then you can't change it anymore. You have a limited amount of time... so that's what you have to know about names. If you want to know about memories, then you can't remember anything because before the Whites took us here, we were all dead". When Jake announced that, I laughed at him. I couldn't believe he was already trying to prank me, even with that serious look. His eyes fulminated mine, making me regret laughing so much.

"Can-can you explain that?" I asked. Jake didn't look annoyed, but used to see confusion and disbelief in people. "How did we die? How did I die? How is it possible for us to be alive?" I asked again. "I'm not sure, but I think the government fucked up the entire planet, there was this... this clan studying resurrection for centuries, they selected only young and healthy people to make sure we can claim our Earth back" - I was listening to every single word coming out from his mouth - "They study, scan, monitor us. I'll be honest, sometimes they can be very cruel but since you're a newbie, they won't bother you that much as long as you don't hurt the other guys". I was shaking and sweating listening to all of that. Even if I couldn't remember a thing, I was sensing something weird in the air there. "How can you talk about it so carelessly?" Jake smiled at me, straightened his legs and sighed. "I woke up here two years ago. I've seen shit, it is weird but I can tell that the idea of "normal" you have is different here. You'll get used to it".

As he said that, I started questioning myself. What was my life like before? The thought of beginning a new life scared me, even if I couldn't remember the past one. "Is it easy to get along with people here?" I asked, hoping in a positive answer. One thing I could do to settle in was making friends or try to communicate with the others. "I've made some friends, but we're not allowed to see them whenever we want, we only have some specific hours of the day" he explained.

In that moment, someone knocked on the door. I looked at Jake scared, but he seemed calm. What if the person knocking was the person who bit that guy of before? They knocked again, but this time they broke in directly. A boy dressed up in blue came in with a smile on his face, Jake welcomed him and I deducted he must've been one of his friends. Jake left his bed to greet the boy, hugging him quickly. Them both glanced at me, who was visibly confused. "Speaking of friendships" - Jake started - "He's Jay" he finally said pointing at the guy.

"What's your name?" Jay asked me, leaving me silent. I was going to open my mouth to answer, but nothing came into my mind. "She doesn't have one already" Jake replied for me as Jay sat next to me, facing Jake. "I heard you woke up today, such a bad timing, waking up to someone attempting a murder" Jay commented, chuckling. I was swept away by his confidence, he looked so intimidating. "You wanna know what happened?" Jay asked Jake, gaining our attentions. "What?" "About that Jungwon situation, I'm pretty sure Sunoo is involved. Last night, I saw them two sneaking in the morgue together but Sunoo only came back to his room" He explained, looking genuinely worried. "Did you spy on the security cameras again?" Jake asked. Jay nodded, proudly. Jake seemed to be very shocked. "Can you tell me what happened?" I asked, shyly. "As you heard today, someone tried to murder our friend, whoever tried it failed but no one knows where is the culprit or who they are" Jay replied to me. "You don't have to worry, the Whites will find the culprit soon" Jake reassured me with a sweet tone, but it was still hard to calm down. Jay looked down, just like when you feel a heavy weight on your chest. "Sometimes I wonder if my dad really had to pay that much to give me some useless privileges here. I could've been murdered yesterday. I hate it so much" he said with his voice craking from time to time. "Jay" - Jake called - "Are there any footages from the last floor? How come there are no cameras in the morgue?" he asked. "They only filmed the entrance" Jay answered. "If Sunoo's the one who tried to kill Jungwon, we could be the next"

#enhypen #enhypen reaction #kpop #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #enhypen reactions #enhypen fanfictions #enhypen imagines #kpop fanfictions #enhypen fanfiction

[creampill]

Hi-hi its me (Arcade asking anon) again I'm the problem its me with a lore question about Arcade!!! How did the SodaBolt? SodaSova? OwlRush? (I'm so sorry I don't know the ship name so these are what I came up with 😅) ship come to be? Were they always close or did they have to warm up to each other due to some form of mistrust? As always thank you so so much for answering my question and I hope you have a great day!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

anon. i am giving you the highest privilege I can bestow. you are getting your own anon tag. please in your next ask state what you would like to be known as. Thank you.

And sovacade is a very fun ship time for my brain because I Love Sova and it is my greatest wish to marry him someday so here we are with my self insert and him lmco.

Onto the bullshit:

- it started out as a simple companionship. They both do their jobs and are friendly. Not exactly close but not alienated either

- what intrigues Sova about Arcade is 1) her history and 2) how that applies to her work. She’s bubbly and active as ever when at base, but on the field she can snap into Serious Mode in an instant, and she seems to know what she’s doing and understands the important tactical decisions she has to make regarding her abilities. He wants to learn where she learnt that skill.

- Arcade, however… it’s a combination of Oh Wow He’s Cool and Oh Fuck He’s Hot. This is an incredibly skilled marksman, brim’s golden boy, and he’s also personable and humble??? And he looks like that??? She’s intimidated and crushing, and both of those combined make a fun kind of curiosity.

- both of them are often placed on missions together in the start as he’s a good role model and has the experience to show her the ropes. They start to get on well through simple interactions, smiling at one another, casual indications of interest

- the actual companionship, however, came with the garden.

- the Protocol garden is a big greenhouse full of plants and wildlife and such for the agents to enjoy. It’s run by Sage, and there’s plenty of space for other agents to get their own dedicated sections.

- Arcade and Sova would often run into one another in the garden, before Arcade had her own plot, and they would talk and bond over the plants and the mutual appreciation of silence. Their conversations wouldn’t get too emotional, but they were definitely becoming established friends.

- time passes here for a bit as the two get closer. Sova learns more about Arcade’s habits and history and Arcade learns more in turn.

- but once, late at night, Sova wakes up oddly. As he usually does, he gets up to get a drink of water then sleep again.

- But though the windows of the kitchen, he spots Arcade curled up on a garden bench. he brings a cup of water for her, too, and they sit together. And she tells him about the nightmare she had, and she cries, and he comforts her.

- And that’s the moment where things start to become closer than friends.

- Arcade had already been interested in Sova in the aesthetic sense, but this was a very big green flag for her. To sit and talk with her and make her feel safe when at her lowest was a big thing.

- For Sova, it was a bit of the reverse. He’d already found her to be a wonderful person and friend, but only now did he truely notice just how pretty she was. How her smile made her nose scrunch up, how her tone shifted when she was going to make another stupid joke, how soft her skin felt…

- and, oh lord, both of them caught feelings. Hard.

- this is another situation of “both these idiots are in love but they don’t know and everyone else does”. Though Arcade can kind of Tell, she doesn’t want to assume because she might be wrong/reading him wrong (autism things ✨)

- and Sova thinks Arcade is just… Like That. He overthinks and ignores all the signs until he caves and just shoots his shot and asks her out.

- and of course she said yes :) and now they are very happily together and in love!!!!

#asks #creamtalks #valorant arcade #sovacade #arcade x sova #shockpop #oc x canon

[authoruio]

As Someone who as Just skulking around I guess I’ll offer some of the Wanou dorms boys ( And Shinobu) to for interactions,m.. It dosent have to be all of them just any you want .

Shu Ibuki ( Housewarden )

Hiei Ibaraki

Hoshiguma Ooeyama

Kurama No Mae

Shunpei Amagi

Shinobu Renko (Yuusona )

Touhou! It's been a long time since I have seen it!

Only doing Shu, Shunpei and Shinobu! Though, I'm only going to draw them with duos (and one with Shinobu) ^^;;

Shu with UiRen!

UiO has a hate love for Shu, for one, she has to look up so much because... 6'5? Are you serious?

Yeah, she gets you're an oni but SERIOUSLY??

But that's alright, he's handsome, she doesn't care if the world is really against her... mocking her height

I think UiO and Shu will get along, UiO is excited to know more about him! She is so interested because, oni, handsome and hehe, messy hair buddies

UiO is a kid size to him...

poor UiO... I won't be surprised if he carries her

Hey wait- what are you--!?

UiO wants to die in a hole.

Shu pretty much finds it funny, he's not even in his true height and UiO is already half of his pseudo height...

Moving on, Miren is pretty much intimidated but hey at least this man is not a fae or a dragon (I don't know if thats any better Miren)

They're pretty much casual, Miren sees no reason to fear Shu apart from his height...

though he finds it funny that Shu is REALLY taller than UiO and can easily carry her. As long he doesn't hurt her... everything's neutral :D

Miren would like to offer to cook Shu anything he wants!

Shunpei with Aori and Jiyoon

Aori is curious! As he has seen Shunpei going around taking pictures, thanks to UiO's influence, curiosity got over him!

Though he doesn't regret conversing with Shunpei! Yay, a tengu friend!

Aori likes Shunpei's creative mind! Would 100% read his articles, he wants to learn how to do some journalism from Shunpei!

Show him your collective photos! He will be amazed how clean and natural they look!

Jiyoon get's her inspiration from Shunpei, granted, his works are full of ideas not to mention his ideal pictures he had taken.

Who the hell won't be inspired?

Jiyoon wouldn't mind getting help from Shunpei, in return, she'll draw anything he may want her to.

Jiyoon doesn't really want to try out journalism however, the way Shunpei made them makes her curious to try it out.

Shinobu with Jiyoon!

Huh, theres a loud person stating random ideas. What the?

Jiyoon's invested with Shinobu, she's willing to listen to anything he wants to say.

Her curiosity and inspiration pulled her to Shinobu.

...His ideas are random but seems logical, Jiyoon would give him that.

As outspoken he is, she doesn't mind listening to his topics he wishes to voice.

Though she will retort some of her own opinion and maybe correct him if she sees a good reason to.

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