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#felt like sharing sksks
I am a new reader of your blog, and that is something I want to know (but it's totally okay if you want to ignore this ask!) why you stopped liking [with you]? Is there something in particular that bothered you about this fic?
That... is a question with a loaded answer.
The quick answer is:
I put way too much pressure on myself with [with you] that caused terrible burnout and I couldn't do any creative writing for a long time after; a small portion of my readers were pretty hostile about slow updates; there were criticisms about the story that I had a hard time with; and there are a lot of story beats and writing decisions I made with it that I'm very critical of. All of those things combined, I now have a lot of negative feelings associated with [with you].
The not-so-quick answer involves a lot of self-criticism about my prose, poor choices, the criticisms by my readers, and some behind the scenes stuff. I'll put all that under a "keep reading" for anyone interested in more detail.
When I started [with you], it wasn't meant to be a 50k+ story, it was just going to be a simpler story told in a couple parts... that I then kept expanding. I'm pretty sure every note I have on the original version posted on here starts with, "hey y'all, this story is this many parts now whoops haha"
I had very little planned out, I was just discovery writing my way through everything. I wrote a chapter, read through it a couple times, said, "yeah that's good enough," then posted. Y'know, like what a lot of people who write fics do. "no beta, we die like Ben falling down the bell tower" and all that.
I had ideas of where I wanted to go, but I didn't start an outline until I was well into the story. It was bloated. I felt like I needed to add every single idea I had, and needed to expand on every character, even if it didn't do anything to advance or enhance the story... and that became overwhelming for me to keep track of since I wanted it to all tie together in the end and please my readers.
When I read through it now, there is so much that can be cut that no one would miss. It would flow better and be easier to read.
My prose [the actual writing style] is all over the place and reads like a first draft, especially in earlier chapters. Spelling errors, run-on sentences, whole paragraphs that I should've cut. While I feel better about my dialogue, there are some conversations that read as awkward.
Honestly, the best part of the entire fic is Clementine and Louis' story, which... yeah. I'm pretty happy with the way I portrayed their dynamic, dialogue, and romance. I just wish I hadn't bogged it all down with everything else, like... that's all it needed to be, it just needed to be about clouis.
Oh, and I still like the dream sequence. That's probably one of the better chapters, if not the best chapter.
Now, when I say I made bad choices with this story, one of those choices I'm referring to is my "big rewrite." This was incredibly stupid. Past CJ thought it was a good idea but she's a dumb ass. You can't listen to anything she says.
Basically, I got the brilliant idea that I would take [with you] down and rewrite the whole thing before I wrote the final chapters. I wasn't satisfied with how it was written. I felt I could do so much better. I was going to trim unnecessary fat, expand on important details, make some heavy changes, improve everything, and then repost it with the ending.... so I deleted it off AO3 and got to work.
Terrible idea. Don't ask me why. What I should've done was discontinued that version, made a note that it was old, and then published the new version separately. But I didn't. And a lot of people were pissed at me. Shocking.
I should've just finished it. I should've finished it, posted it, and then went from there. But I didn't. Ever since then I've gotten a lot of readers who would go on anon and send me messages about [with you] that are passive aggressive or guilt trippy. That soured my feelings about the story and myself as a writer tremendously.
Then there's Violet.
I wrote the first few chapters before Ep4 of TFS was released, meaning I wrote Violet before we found out that she's blinded in the explosion in her kidnapped route. I took the "Violet despises you" route, and a big plot point of the story is Violet dealing with all these conflicting feelings about Clementine, hating her but also not, distancing herself from the group, the strain it put on her and Louis' friendship, etc.
I don't like how I portrayed Violet for a number of reasons. I know what I was trying to do, and I knew I couldn't [or wouldn't] scrap everything I already wrote about her and rewrite in a blind Violet on friendly terms with Clementine... because sure, I wanted to do this grand rewrite that sounded easy enough on paper, but in practice that was so much work that intimidated me.
Because behind the scenes fun- for the rewrite, I wanted to do that. That was a major change that would've cut so much from the story I wasn't happy with, and would've been a more positive portrayal of the character. But then I saw just how much would be cut and how much I'd have to write and it scared me off from the idea... so I tried to work with what I had and I still hate it.
Violet's very antagonistic in the story. She attacked Clementine after the boat explosion. Everyone thinks she'll attack her again. Mitch calls her a traitorous bitch and doesn't trust her to not stab Clementine in a conversation. There's even a point where it's mentioned that in the past she slapped Louis during a conversation. She just has a pissy attitude throughout the story but then berates herself for it and I just... I was going for a slow burn recovery that explores her trauma and ends with her reconciling with Clementine... but it doesn't come off that way? Some parts I think I executed better than others but most of it I look back at and say, "...No, past CJ, that doesn't read like you think it does...."
But that wasn't my only criticism I got about the way I wrote Violet, and this one is... a little complicated? And something most probably wouldn't take issue with or even notice unless you're a major Violet stan... but I pretty much gave Mitch [a character I loved at the time] a lot of Violet's canon character points and explored them more positively, then turned around and made Violet more antagonistic, which......yeeeeeah.
The only defense I have for this is it wasn't intentional. It really wasn't, but I understand and think it's a valid complaint. Like... I used to get these anons who would tell me this and I'd quietly delete them because, "...nope, not touching that. If I don't acknowledge it, it doesn't exist."
Lemme explain: In my fics, Mitch is gay. He had feelings for his best friend and roommate, Justin, before he died to walkers, and Mitch hasn't trusted "gross feelings" ever since... until James shows up and Mitch has to face the fact that he has romantic feelings for him while not being completely over Justin...
...y'know, totally different from Violet who is gay, had feelings for Minerva before she "died," and hasn't trusted mushy feelings ever since... until Clementine shows up and Violet has to face the fact that she has romantic feelings for her while not being completely over Minerva....
It's surface level stuff since they are written differently, and it's not like you're not allowed to have more than one character with character beats like that, but it's enough of a similarity that I get why it would rub Violet lovers the wrong way. Especially since nothing about that is canon with Mitch's character, y'know? It's the character I gave him.
I don't think it was coming from the Violet crowd [the aggressively obnoxious fans no one likes], I think it came from people who were genuinely bummed or put off by my more antagonistic portrayal of her, only to see similar traits portrayed positively with Mitch.
And that bothers me. I do like the way I wrote Mitch, but I hate the way I wrote Violet. It's made me step back and analyze why I wrote them the way I did, y'know?
But the BIGGEST criticism from readers I've gotten?
[with you] is unfinished.... valid, but there isn't anything I can add that. Sorry y'all, it's discontinued, I'm never going to finish it.
The best I can give you is what I planned: a big wedding scene where Clementine and Louis exchanged vows and kissed. Violet showed up and made amends with Clementine. Clementine talked Mitch into dancing with her even though he hates dancing. Aasim tried to ask Ruby to dance, panicked, and asked Mitch instead who was like "...Fuck no, RUBY COME DANCE WITH AASIM!" Louis and Clementine left early to head back to their room and it probably would've ended with some sappy line about being together to the end.
So... there ya go? It's not a final chapter but that's the gist of what would've happened.
But moving on, I was also going through a lot of things in my personal life that I won't get into. I was working on other writing projects that I had more interest in, so [with you] was put on the backburner. Then, over time I grew more sour about it the more pressure and guilt I put on myself, added with the pressure and guilt put on by my readers.
I do want to clarify that it's not like ALL of my readers were like this. Most of them were sweet, supportive followers who only had nice things to say. But you know how it is... you could get ten comments/asks, nine of them positive and one negative, and it's the negative one that's going to stick to you.
So, to my lovely readers, I am sorry that I let you down by not finishing it. To the rude readers, I'm less sorry because y'all were dicks.
Y'know... I can look at all of my other works and either be like "Yeah, I'm really proud of that story," or "Eh, it was one of my earlier works, so I can't be too hard on it."
But [with you] puts me in a crisis of "oh god I'm a fraud, I was never a good writer, what am I doing??? why?? why are you like this??"
and I have to snap myself out of it. That's why I'm so like this about it now.
There are other little things I could go into, but this answer is long enough. I figure if anyone has any further questions or criticisms, they'll send 'em in and I can answer them that way.
I've moved on from all my twdg writing, I'm writing dragon age stuff now, and it's finally working for me so it's not like [with you] has me all hung up still. Plus, I think it's good to go back and learn from mistakes made in old works, y'know?
#asks#[with you]#twdg clementine#twdg louis#twdg violet#twdg mitch#twdg ruby#twdg aasim#twdg james#i have a lot of feelings about my old writings and trying to not repeat mistakes sksksks#because hhhnnnggggg... i made mistakes#but it's fine#it's fine i am different now and current cj has improved.... she said through gritted teeth#no but really i'm doing so much more writing these days and it's actually *fun* again... writing hasn't been fun for a long time#and writing da fic is like... a totally different experience? because it's a very different world/fandom than twdg... obviously sksks#plus i'm just a lurker in the shadows of the fandom and i haven't posted any writing yet so there are zero eyes on me#there was a point where i felt like stagnant with twdg? like i wanted to branch out and write different kinds of fics but was too worried#about my readers and followers judging me for it or that no one would want to read it because it wasn't tfs stuff#like.... ugh do i dare share this? ....it's in the tags and no one reads those so i'm sure this is a safe place for confession... sksks#i entertained the idea of writing a long fic about david and lilly meeting and joining the delta together#that would've dealt with much heavier mature themes than any of my tfs stuff did#...don't look at me like that okay I KNOW sksksk livid was a huge meme on this blog and behind the scenes i was like#'...wait what if though??' and never did it because i *know* how it would've been received and frankly i didn't wanna deal with that#plus i had so much other shit to write and [with you] constantly on the back burner screaming at me sooooo.... yeah#but anyway... i'll stop venting in the tags and thank anon for the ask and for reading my stuff#despite my hang ups with it i do truly appreciate you for reading my work and hope my answer makes sense
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allsaiint · 1 year
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while searching for an interesting phone case to replace my fading one, i found literally THE prettiest ones i’ve ever seen on redbubble and ended up choosing this one w a xenomorph on it and i’m absolutely feral to get my hands on it.
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hausofmamadas · 6 months
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Pairing: Ismael “El Mayo” Zambada x Benjamín Arellano Félix
For @narcosfandomdiscord NarcOctober Fanworks collection [October 1 - Day of Firsts]
Word count: ≈ 2.8K
TWs: Canon-consistent violence? Much angst but like in the supes casual way I imagine Mayo does..?
Just the two of them seated at the wrought iron table in the backyard, up till dawn, smoking and talking. It felt quite the honor just to see the man laugh. Ngl guys, this is Basically just Mayo internally but actively pining for Mín? for like kinda no reason?? while he’s negotiating with Dina because Mín’s gone into hiding after the assassination of Cardinal Juan Posadas Ocampo. Idk this is literally just 3k words of nonsense and insanity. It’s legitimately one of the most aimless and ooc things I’ve ever written sksks but hey!! it exists now..?
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The ornate, gilded door knocker felt heavy between his fingertips as he rapped a few times and waited, stubbing out his cigarette in the open mouth of one of the lion statues placed on either side of the stairway. He chuckled to himself. If it wasn’t an ashtray before, it was one now. To him it looked like one anyway. The mansion’s pretentious decor always screamed “New Money” to him, no matter how hard the Arellanos tried to bury Sinaloa in their past.
By his count, Mayo had only ever been to Arellano house three times. Once by invitation, another by accident, and a third - the last - by mistake. A mistake he couldn’t muster the good sense to regret no matter how hard he tried.
It never pays to fall for a family man, isn’t that what the girls say? Certainly the ones he’d shared a few fleeting nights with between the sheets, a wad of folded bills on the nightstand, couple packs of cigarettes, and some pillow talk that always told some tale of woe about falling for a family man. But is that what happened? Had he fallen? Or was he just at sea like always? Either way, it made for no less than an interesting ride.
The relief-distorted disappointment when it was Pancho who answered the door should’ve told him something, even if he didn’t care to pay it much mind just now. A matter for tomorrow. Except that’s what he’d told himself the whole time. Shit, that’s how he got into this mess. Surely there’d come a point when tomorrow was today, no?
Pancho smiled, “Qué húbole, compa?” and pulled Mayo in, clapping his back twice in a way that was warm and sincere as much as it was overwhelming. But Pancho was good people. He always liked Pancho. Shit, who didn’t like Pancho.
“Nada mucho, nada más,” Mayo winked, tipping his hat as he crossed the threshold into the foyer of the Arellano mansion.
He smirked to himself at the same private joke he had every time he’d set foot in this house: the place’s grandiosity might be as intimidating as it was meant to be if it weren’t so fucking cartoonish. But he supposed that’s what happened when you let an overgrown manchild, dressed head-to-toe in Versace, stick his gold-dipped cuerno de chiva against the decorator’s temple and threaten to blow them away into semi-automatic oblivion, just for a discount on silk drapes from Rome or wherever-the-fuck.
Mayo's eyes stung a bit, hit with the phantom smell of the cigar smoke that came tumbling out of Benjamín’s mouth when he’d laughed himself nearly to tears telling Mayo that story. It'd been just the two of them seated at the wrought iron table in the backyard, up 'til dawn, smoking and talking. It felt quite the honor just to see the man laugh. He got the feeling Mín didn’t laugh much. That was the second time Mayo had been here.
He shook his head, the image etch-A-sketched away like nothing and followed Pancho through the foyer to the dining room and then the living room. Or rather, one of the living rooms. The house smelled so strongly of floral-scented candles and potpourri, he worried he might get a headache sitting in here for too long. They must’ve just had the place cleaned. It bothered him that he even noticed and it especially bothered him why. That it was because there was no hint of that familiar, faint musk that should’ve been there, expensive without trying too hard, that seemed to trail Mín along with a perpetual cloud of neurotic discontent, everywhere he went.
Even from the beginning Mayo liked that about him. The discontent he wore right on his sleeve. He’d noted it when they’d first met at some meat market in Mazátlan, right around the time he first linked up with the Sinaloa crew, just before they arrested Miguel and the whole Federation got dissolved. Just in Mín's discontent, his raw, kinetic ambition, Mayo saw something of himself, even if the two fo them strove for very different things. He used to think, what a strange little something you are, Benjamín Arellano Félix, the way one would think fondly of a pet they had growing up. He found himself wishing now that Mín felt just a pet to him.
But they belonged to each other in a new way now. Darker, tenuous, and confounding in just exactly how straightforward it was. No implications, no questions to be asked. It said nothing about either of them except that they belonged, if only for and evening. Or the amount of time it takes to smoke a full Montecristo and down a stiff drink of scotch.
He turned to the fish tank and stared at his warped reflection, saying to no one in particular, “Things are changing real fast, huh? The army in Tijuana fucking shit up. Coming after your family, no less. Now Benjamín’s gone. Fucking mess, huh?”
He felt it coming. This meeting. Depending on the outcome, it might signify a breaking point and he’d have to choose between what is and what should never be. The Arellanos got caught flying far too close to the sun and they knew it now. (And everyone wondered why he preferred boats.) It’s what set Mín on the lam, no telling how long he would be out there. Floating around wherever he was. Away.
Shaking his head, “Just hoping it all blows over and Benjamín can come back home,” Pancho spilled a glass of some brown liquor, as he set it down on the beverage cart in front of Mayo.
Amused, Mayo tried mopping it with only his fingers until he gave up, taking a sip. There was still plenty to drink, since Pancho had filled it nearly to the brim, almost as high as his own. Suddenly, it made sense why Pancho wasn’t in charge of the family business despite being the oldest. Hombre couldn’t bluff for shit.
Mayo took the seat by the beverage cart, as Pancho practically melted back onto the giant couch across from him. Doing his best to affect it, almost like an afterthought, Mayo leaned back in the chair and said, “Send him my best, yeah?” He took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pockets, giving them a little jiggle and raising his eyebrows.
Pancho got what he was asking but Dina startled him with an answer before Pancho got the chance. She spoke from behind them, standing at a large window, “Of course, please. Make yourself at home.” She waved her own lit cigarette as if to hammer the point home. “I do it in here all the time. Drives mamá mad. The smell gets in the drapes, she says.”
How long had she been standing there? Her beige suit blended so well with the drapes she spoke about with such indifference. Mayo half wondered if it was some kind of business tactic, camouflaging with the furniture. Better to hear all chisme whispered in these halls by house staff or other scheming subordinates a quien no le gustaba tener una jefa. In truth, he didn’t much like it either. But he hadn’t figured out if it was just because she was a woman or because of the kind of woman she was. He never had much patience for anyone with a chip on their shoulder.
Though he’d certainly made an exception for Mín who’d carted around a chip so heavy, it was a wonder he never tipped over. So, maybe it was the woman thing. Did it much matter? Not really cuando sabía que ella había planeado quitarle sus huevos. All these months later, and that cool twenty mil still burned a hole in their coffers and there was no making eyes at Dina to make it all go away, least of all when they were hurting for the cash. Not that he wouldn’t try. That is after all how he and Benjamín started off doing ... Well, whatever the fuck they did.
He thought of Dina’s wedding, how light and alive, self-assured Benjamín was. In his element. A new look he wore so well that, in Mayo’s estimation, he didn’t get to enjoy for long enough. Now look where they all were.
“So look, Pancho,” he brushed Dina off because if her goal was to blend in with it, well, he was happy to treat her like the furniture. “Amado’s expanded operations. Taken over the port in Peñasco, made it hard for my boats to unload. I was hoping to redirect them through San Ysidro, and not pass them through Tijuana.”
“That would put all your business in our plaza, wouldn’t it?”
The smirk of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar broke across Mayo's face and he dragged on his cigarette, nodding in the affirmative.
“And yet, you refuse to join our organization?”
He offered the answer that seemed to satisfy anyone who challenged his go-it-alone approach. It satisfied Mín well enough when he'd approached Mayo at the wedding. “Es qué, a mí me gusta ser mi propio patrón.”
Nothing less than the truth. In an industry of professional con artists, backstabbers, hustlers, and murderers, maybe like her brother, she’d appreciate it.
“Yes, so you’ve said.” She didn’t.
And she still hadn’t turned around to face them. For people so concerned with blending into high society, the Arellanos weren’t the most well-mannered. Mayo’s working-class manner of dress might, to the untrained eye, indicate that manners weren’t something he cared about. But he did. Even in his blackest moments, twisting his knife in someone’s gut or getting ready to light them on fire, he couldn’t much find a reason not to be at least cordial.
Fighting for a lifeline, he glanced at Pancho who almost looked like he was trying to become one with the couch, drink limp in his hand, as he stared at the All-Knowing Queen in white.
She finally turned to grace them with her full attention, gliding over and resting her hands on the back of the empty couch next to him. “You owe us twenty million dollars. What’s your plan to repay us?”
Back in the days when Miguel held court and favored the Sinaloa faction at the expense of his own family, dicking the Arellanos around as though the petulant kids he’d watched grow up would remain petulant kids forever, Mayo remembered thinking that Mín’s attempts at diplomacy weren’t well-earned by their uncle. And he’d told Mín as much. Even Dina agreed at the time.
But all these years later, with Dina the sharp tip of the lethal spear that was now the Arellano Félix Organization, Mayo wondered if they couldn’t do with some of Benjamín’s trademark diplomacy. Mín liked people. He knew how to talk to them. Dina was trickier to deal with. Though savvy like her brother, she was nothing but prickly, sharp edges. Good for dealing what needed to be dealt to their enemies. Not much for making friends.
Mayo tried his hand at diplomacy, “Money in shrimping, eh … moves slower than I’d like,” but ire crept in anyway when the absence of his— his— of Benjamín was screaming at him. “Benjamín understands that. I pay as it comes.”
Understands, yes. Present tense. He was gone, not dead and even with Dina in charge, he still must’ve been keeping tabs from somewhere. She couldn’t have the final word here. Not really.
Unwilling to follow his lead in diplomacy, she shot back. “How much have you got?”
“Here with me?” Now he was annoyed.
And that was met with a haughty huff from her, along with a scorn-filled smirk, so acrid and bitter he nearly tasted it in the air between them. She had him where she wanted him and it twisted his gut, knowing where this was about to go.
“You aren’t moving anything through this plaza until the tax is paid.”
It was over already and he knew it. That didn’t stop him from trying one final time, “Qué dice, Pancho? Esa es la última palabra de la familia?” like it might speak Benjamín into their living room.
Of course, when it didn’t work, the thought of Mín, knowing what he’d have to resort to next, only served to make his stomach churn more. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. What’s that thing they say about purple elephants? Because before the first don’t, the image of Benjamín’s gentle brown eyes in the moonlit backyard, full of that kinetic ambition, not for success but for something else —belonging— flooded Mayo. The third time he’d been here.
It had only been a few months since the wedding. A celebration at Roxanne’s gone awry and he’d had to bring Ramón home before he tore the club apart, going after Chapo for some snide comment about what they all knew happened to Rayo. The bad blood between the Arellanos and the Sinaloa crew was so long standing without erupting into an all-out war, it seemed to make sense at the time to at least attempt to avoid tipping it over the edge. In hindsight, the whole shitshow was gripped with such inevitability, it seemed more like going against the will of the gods, now that he thought about it. But you only know what you know when you know it. So, he done the sensible thing, intervened before things got ugly, agreeing against his better judgment to remove Ramón from the equation, by driving the rowdy motherfucker home while he sat in the passenger's seat of his pickup, three sheets to the wind, sprawled out, passed out, and snoring. Despite the fact he’d had no love para el pinshe huevón, there was love in his heart somewhere. And so it was easy to say, “yes” after shucking Ramón off his shoulder onto one of their house staff's, when Mín offered him a cigar and a drink. An opportunity for another of their little chats that they’d come to enjoy whenever they crossed paths. Though Mayo had noticed, in the distinct lack of one, every one of those times happened to be under the unconscious supervision of a crowd. So that when Benjamín complimented him on his business savvy, and said things like, “Fuck, man. You’re better than that,” the grin that spread across his face never got as wide as it wanted to be. They never stood as close as they’d wanted to. They never talked for as long as they wanted to. It was for the best. Because without the safety net of nosy onlookers, talking about life, growing up in Sinaloa, the incessant hustle, the never ending grind to the top, commiserating over the absurdity of this business they’d both come up in, ambition, what all of it even meant? Could they do something else? Should they do something else? Was it really worth it?— they both folded like a pair of cheap suits. And so he didn’t remove it, when Mín’s hand found itself on top of his. The contrast of how smooth, almost manicured it was compared his own, weather-worn, brought to light disparities that extended far beyond the physical and yet didn’t make a bit of difference. The words tumbled from Mín’s lips suddenly. “You know ... I do love my wife.” And that trademark cloud of anxiety that made him think too much came swept over them with a fury. Not long for this world, Mayo waved it away. “I know you do.” “You do?” It was almost funny. Despite the evident affinity they shared in these little chats, Mín’s shock reminded him just how little they really knew each other. How much of a gamble he’d just taken. “You know that I know that this,” Mayo lifted their hands, fingers interlaced together, and placed his lips against one of Mín’s knuckles, “and that,” then bobbed his head toward the house, “can be different but true, at the same time.”
He sighed and swallowed the memory hard.
“‘Ta bueno, ‘ta bueno,” nodding vigorously because he saw the whole fucking thing coming before he’d set foot in the house. Standing up and putting his hat back on, he muttered cooly, “Well, I won’t take up any more of your time.”
Striding toward the fish tank, he thought of Mín again and turned back around. He met Dina’s eyes in a challenge, you did this but simply tipped his hat, “Patrona,” a gesture of faux respect she was undoubtedly smart enough and petty enough to see for what it was.
On his way out of the house, he was already hard at work, scouring his brain. What was the last number that he had for Amado? Fuck, that shit was months ago. He'd probably have a new one. Oh, well. It'd be worth it. Or ... would it? Well frankly, if he was really honest with himself, he'd probably stopped giving a shit the second the words, "make yourself at home" came out of her mouth.
Stepping out into the midday sun at the top of the steps leading down to the driveway, he caught the carcass of his cigarette laying in the lion's mouth out of the corner of his eye.
Dina would regret this and probably never even know why.
But Benjamín would.
En ese mundo de complicidades y traiciones, un día tu mejor enemigo es tu cómplice y al otro se convierte en tu peor enemigo.
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bwoahtastic · 11 months
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maybe seb getting together with alpha dan who already has little koala lando! and seb adores them both, but lando is so unused to having to share dan's attention with anyone and seems to absolutely hate seb at first. seb tries everything he can think of to bond with lando, but lando just wants to ignore him and cling to dan, no matter what either one of them does. seb feels so lost and left out, and realises that this must have been how nico felt, and has to go to his beloved momma to apologise. nico would of course cuddle him and assure him that he was just a child, in the same way that lando is just a child, and that it can be difficult for them to adjust to a new parent, but that things will get better
Oh plss sksks seb and Dan would be such a cute couple but Lando is such a papa's boy and very clingy with Dan and doesn't like to share! Dan thought Lando would like having more people yo hold him but the koala toddler cries and fusses whenever Seb holds him and even bites Seb sometimes lol.
Seb going to nico and just bursting out in tears apologising for how he behaved when he was little and also saying how tough it is to connect to Lando and Nico just soothes his grown up cub telling him it will be okay! Seb was just a confused kid too when he did all rose things, and it all ended well. Lando just needs time to trust seb!
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artastickk · 5 months
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I probably should’ve done a separate post for Bruno, but oh well 🤷‍♀️ On to the triplets!
Karina and Julieta used to be somewhat close before Bruno left. She was the only adult left in the house during the day who wasn’t completely accident prone (Agustín I’m looking at you bud). But Julieta has always been one to easily bend to Alma’s will and that caused a lot of hurt for Karina. One minute they would be having a fine time talking and cooking together and the next minute Alma would come into the room and it would go stale and awkward. Like Julieta had been caught hanging out with a “bad seed”. After the events of the movie Karina doesn’t fully trust Julieta anymore. And any time they spent alone for the next few years Karina would always be secretly waiting for her to switch up like she used to. But, Julieta is a sincere person and she took the new changes very seriously and put in the effort to make it up to Karina. They aren’t close, but they are family.
Pepa on the other hand always made Karina nervous. She hates loud abrupt noise and Pepa’s constant mood shifts put her on edge. Karina relies heavily on pattern recognition to gauge how to act socially and Pepa is a hard card. Pepa never really tried to make any sort of relationship with her mostly because she was always fighting with Bruno and anyone on Bruno’s side was against hers. After the movie though she comes to terms with the fact that that is not true and Karina learns to be more at ease around her.
Karina and Bruno’s relationship is very special. They’ve been each other’s safe haven since they were kids. They spent so much time together that once they were married they hardly had anything to ever share. They were content enough just being next to each other. They felt like home to one another. When Bruno left, Karina felt very lost. Like someone had torn a piece of her away. She spent a lot of her time in and out of disassociation. When he came back into her life she was at first ready and willing to try and pick up where they left off, but she quickly learned she wasn’t as ready for that as she thought she was and neither was he. It took a few months for them to finally open up. Which also accidentally ended up with her pregnant with the triplets (carnal desperation type thing y’know how it is sksks) Both had been given a new goal in life and that motivated them to put in the work. Once the kids are grown, things are even better than they were before. They both have stopped having nightmares years ago. Bruno has a much more regular sleep schedule. Nobody in town knows him for his “bad luck” anymore and they’re finally given the chance to flourish.
@encanto-extended-edition
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marivenah · 3 months
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6, 10, 15 and 27 for Sól and Sean? 👀
thank you Gen for giving me the opportunity to talk about these two 💚 it's strange to answer ship asks for original characters but extremely useful. even better that I know both characters by heart sksks
6. How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?
Ah, Sól hasn't felt as good as she did with Sean for years. It didn't surprise her as much as it delighted her. Pretty much a rose-tinted glasses situation for her. When she found out whose family he's part of, her enemy, she just laughed out loud. It was so ironic, it amused her. And she didn't care at all.
Sean actually had an 'oh. oh no.' moment. His fears I mention in the next question are the first thoughts to plague his mind. But, surprisingly even to him, it was very short lived. At this point in his life he didn't even plan on returning to his clan and father. He had become a lone wolf by now but he didn't mind changing this for her. With her.
10. What scares them about entering a relationship?
Sean is scared about disappointing or hurting a possible partner (which yk, aged like milk) and it's what holds him back from pursuing a relationship with Sól for like, a second. This is obviously because his father liked to point out how much of a disappointment Sean was every now and then. And he heard it so much it kind of burned itself into his brain. He doesn't want to be a burden to someone he loves, not again.
Sól is mostly scared of the danger that accompanies her and that she would put her partner in danger, too. Someone getting hurt, or even killed simply because of her name is one of her biggest fear. In the end it wouldn't be worth the risk.
15. What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.
For Sól it's letting her guard down completely. Life in the city never sleeps and neither does the danger that comes with it. She's constantly on high alert. And with Sean she just feels safe. The same level of safety she'd only feel in the presence of her sister. Also, she and Sean are one of the few if not the only people at the time who get to see Sól's carefree and fun side.
Sean on the other hand doesn't let anyone close to him, no matter if physically or emotionally. The only one who comes somewhat close to it is his head of security but not even she knows him the way Sól does. He is 100% touchstarved so he really craves touch from Sól, it comforts him. She's the only one who got under his skin like that. He later questions his duty (and sanity) because of her. Also, she's the only one outside of his clan who knows his birth name, as Sean is his English name.
27. They have to apologize to their partner. Is this difficult for them? How do they approach it?
I MEAN, this is kind of what Sean's journey is throughout the whole story, realizing what he's done, what he's done wrong and deciding what's more important to him. And if he chooses Sól and Toby, he obviously has to apologize. His first action was to go after Sól to kill her, so you tell me, really. Will he apologize? Going to keep it vague and say, we'll see.
Sól has an easier time apologizing. When she was younger and made a mistake, she apologized for it. And her mistakes range from knocking her glass over to disappointing her father.
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c-a-v-a-l-r-y · 4 months
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Writing Pattern Game
Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)
I haven't been tagged, but I saw @aerynwrites do this and thought it looked fun!!
Missing Pieces (fluff w Kisuke Urahara x Fem!Reader)
For as long as she could remember, she had always felt as though something was missing in her life, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what.
Burn With Me (smut w Dabi x Fem!Reader)
Sparks light up the dark as she flicks her lighter, cigarette hanging between her pursed and painted lips.
it's the sweetest in the middle (smut w Zhongli x Fem!Reader)
“You have done so much for me in these years I’ve spent as a normal man, dearest; please, allow me to thank you properly.”
Heat (smut w Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader)
The first signs of spring blanketed the grounds of the Kamisato estate in pink, the sliding doors open to allow the soft, cherry blossom scented breeze into the sitting room where you and Ayato were enjoying each other’s company after a few days apart over some tea.
All I Can Give (fluff w Ichigo Kurosaki x Fem!Reader)
The silence in your head seemed particularly loud tonight; the weight on your chest almost crushing. The only thing keeping you even a little sane was Ichigo’s scent surrounding you as you burrowed yourself even further into his sweater and your blankets.
sorry if it's torture though (i know i know) (smut w Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader)
The breeze coming in through the open balcony is what wakes her.
Selfish (smut w Kaeya x Fem!Reader)
“Oh my, what a naughty girl you are; climbing into my lap while we’re still in the workplace.”
Little Deaths (smut w Trevor Belmont x Fem!Reader feat. Alucard)
In a crowded tavern, Trevor Belmont finds himself in quite the predicament.
Ember (fluff w Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)
Snow fell in thick flurries and tangled un-melting in her hair as she crept through the white-washed forest, katana raised high as she strained her ears for any sign of the demon over the sound of her sandals crunching in the snow.
So Good (smut w Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Fem!Reader)
“Does that feel good, pretty bird?”
I need to write more fluff sksks.
No pressure tags: @adriansboyfriend @whattheheckmidoriya @pentechnics and anyone who would like to join, like I did!
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tariah23 · 6 months
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Honestly thanks to you now I know more about fate and naruto than I ever hoped to or than I ever needed to but it is an educational experience! (Also why are new fate characters just...recolored versions of old ones are they like shiny pokemon)
Ahhhhhhhhhh it makes me happy that you read what I have to say about fate stuff (I used to talk more about it/ make more in depth posts/threads but orz…!!! Especially on twitter (long ass threads omg. I stopped because I felt like no one would read them because they were only their for porn anyway *sobbing* but I want to get back to doing so since I do love fate and I miss talking about it on their too.) but I am content with sharing my opinions about how I feel about it and certain characters from time to time.
Fate as a franchise might seem a bit overwhelming to even jump into because of how MUCH content there is of it but trust that when I say that once you actually give any of the works a chance, you’ll really be able to understand just why so many people love it with all their hearts. Even works created by type moon that aren’t fate related. (Which fate had been drawn from anyway!)
The fun thing about fate is that majority of the individual works typically stand on their own. So it isn’t that much of a big deal to simply jump into most fate works as someone who isn’t all that familiar with anything that has to do with it! (Some might require you to at least be knowledgeable of certain characters from older works but even when that is the case, it’s really not that all of a big deal since you’ll be experiencing the characters differently for the most part, and there has been quite a few times where a character who’d previously appeared in one fate work, had made an appearance in another but there might be slight changes regarding their character (possibly because of the influences of others, their past experiences, memories, if they have any, and so on) while still retaining all of the same charm that made fans remember why they loved them so much in the first place. It’s so… ahhhh… (Gilgamesh is a great example of this. He’s an easily lovable character, though, this might heavily depend on what work that you are first introduced to where he’s in it.)
Also, I’m not quite sure what fate characters that you could be talking about ToT (maybe the recent new characters that have either made their debut in the BRAND NEW HIT TYPE MOON GAME, FATE/SAMURAI REMNANT, NOW IN STORES ACROSS THE WHOLE WIDE and is playable on multiple platforms-
Akakakakak (I’m still at the beginning of the game ahhh!!! I love all of the character designs so much and can’t wait to meet them all for myself 🥹!!!) But since I’ve been sharing posts featuring them recently, I’ll just assume that you’re referring to FSR related content!
And NO! They are not recolored, shinny Pokémon sksks. (Funny that you mentioned this since type moon hired the artist who designed all of the Pokemon trainers (I’m guessing but I’m not all that familiar with Pokémon stuff, only as a normie basically), and I now see the recent vocaloid collab, has designed two servants for FGO in the past. Well, technically three…)
Some FGO and FSN characters make appearances in the new game (idk how critical their roles are yet since like I’ve previously stated, I’m still at the very beginning of the game and have been avoiding spoilers. But fate has always been known for splurging and hiring tons and tons of artists to design the artwork for the servants. This goes the same for the multiple spinoff manga as well since most of the fate manga are drawn by different artists with varying styles. (Fate/Type Redline, Fate/Strange Fake, Fate/Grand Order: Epic of Remnant - Shimousa for example, are all manga drawn by completely different artists! The mangaka for the Shimousa manga is also the character designer for the Fate/Samurai Remnant game as well! Love her style so much! I also would HIGHLY recommend checking out all of these as someone who might be even a little bit interested in fate as a beginner sjsjs. They’re all stand alone so there is no need to worry about being confused and lost!!!)
It’s just nice to see artists with such varying styles breathe life into the characters. And like, you will just look at them and go “even though the artists approach might’ve been completely different, overall, it is STILL the same character and I still love them the same even though they might look a little different ^^.” So if you’re familiar with characters like Cu Chulainn, and Gilgamesh in passing, especially, since they do appear in the new game and are two of the oldest fate characters to be present in it, then you’ll get what I mean. All stand alone!
As for Naruto… *looks away* I’ve been a Naruto fan since it first hit the US back in like what, 2005…. Lord……. I feel like it’s beyond nostalgia for me at this point no matter how ridiculous it may sound asjaja. It’s like, not the best thing ever like, AT ALL, BUT, Kishimoto’s stupid ass was definitely feeling himself when he wrote both Naruto and Sasuke’s individual characters. He then went on to eventually throw the both of them into the trash bin when Boruto was doo dooed out into the world but that is for another day. He really did put his whole soul into N and S while shitting all over the paper when it came to writing majority of the rest of the cast and story if I’m being honest 🗿!!! All YOU have to know is that Sasuke was CORRECT and that both he and Naruto deserved so much better. They deserved better childhoods - they deserved to enjoy their youth and not spend the majority of their youth suffering because of the pain and trauma that they’d been forced to experience and endure. And They deserved someone who would love and not hurt them. I’m so glad that they found each other because oh my god…
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golbrocklovely · 2 years
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Girl I've followed u for a cpl yrs now, I'm a hidden in the shadows type person, and I've always wanted to say something but I also didn't want to be thrown out to the wolves if you know what I mean ( these young obsessed fan girls are brutal) plus i had no idea he was a semi famous (but way more famous now) youtuber until later into the night and my nephew telling me who he was I was still clueless.
Idk meeting him was my " one night mysterious stranger 1 night stand never going to meet again" encounter and the whole fuck it why not, didn't even imagine to meet someone in California bc I don't live there was a business/visiting family trip 3 weeks and met him on the 2nd week.
He's a gentlemen, very attentive, we were so much alike and I'm a Libra, not suppose to mesh well with capricorns and idk felt very comfortable with him and I have bad anxiety so being able to just have conversations so naturally was a vibe.
He's well, lol he knows what he's doing and has the goods to do it yea it was 🤭🤩😍 I'm very shy and he's a dominant but also I felt he wants to make sure that ur needs are met, and he yea met mine. Idk I'm so like nervous and anxious rn typing this even tho it's anonymous, but yea I had a great time, twice lol
i always wonder how many ppl follow me from the shadows?
that sounds creepier than i meant it lol but you get what i mean.
colby's moon is actually in libra, so that could be the connection yall shared (along with possibly other ones haha)
according to other ppl who may or may not have slept with him, they also said he knows what he's doing. so… gold stars for that sksks
and twice??? 👀👀👀 good for you
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hello!!
oh gosh, i hope i'm not awkward nor am i too late to thank you for the matchup you did for me a few weeks ago! i used to be really into mystic messenger back in early 2017 and nowadays, i felt like i went back into that old rabbit hole again 😂 i never thought i would get jumin omg ahhhhh i still get freaked out about it in the best way possible. i should also add that it made my entire week when i first read what you wrote and how on the spot you were like wow, i felt so exposed too 😂-
btw, i'm also happy and quite relieved about the stuff you post! they're so insightful but sksks i feel so shy engaging most of the time but im really glad that there's still people who love the game and share their thoughts about it!
i hope you're doing okay and please continue doing what you do, i swear, you are absolutely amazing!! :)) 🌸✨
i might continue to spam your ask box every now and then if I'm feeling brave :'D
It's definitely not going to bother me if you pop in now and again just to ask things about whatever is on your mind. I'm always happy to talk to people! I am happy to hear that you enjoyed reading what you got. I do my best to pull from the inside that you gave me and make an adequate explanation for why I think it's going to be a good match for you.
The fandom is still alive and well contrary to what some people like to say. You just have to look for the people that are consistent and positive to share. So glad to hear that Jumin has caught your heart again! Well, yours, you never left his.
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May I request Yaku, Oikawa & Kuroo - where their kid wakes them up in the middle of the night (wet the bed/hungry/scared of a storm or a monster in the closet) and how they would react?
I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense? I thought it would be cute ♡
-Honey🍯
REACTING TO THEIR KID WAKING THEM UP
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⇢ includes: yaku, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto | PART II
⇢ genre//cw: fluff // timeskip spoilers
⇢ wc~ 0,6K
a/n: pleaseee this is so sweet!! i had to add bokuto bc he is just the best boy sksk i got so SOFT help!
reblogs are very appreciated <3
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➔ Yaku was deeply asleep when he heard a weak voice near his ear. His eyes fluttered open and softened  inmediatly when he saw his little son covering his mouth to not wake your sleeping self. Yaku straightens carefully and places his child on his lap before standing up, carrying him out of your room to keep the noise out. Switching on the lights in the corridor, Yaku asks what’s wrong with a frown that fades when the little kid answers in a mere whisper. “There’s a monster da’ ”. Yaku blinks at the words before smiling. He shakes his head as he tugs his son under the blankets and moves a chair next to the bed. When he sits, a small hand searches for his and Yaku is glad that no one is watching because he is sure he has the silliest of smiles on his face as he wraps the small palm in his own. His son squeezes his hand firmly and the feeling warms his chest, he doesn’t mind having a back pain in the morning as long as he makes his son feel safe.
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➔ Bokuto was sleeping so soundly that it took your little son a couple of attempts to call his father’s attention. Tiny fingers poked the face of your husband causing his nose to scrunch up and his thick brows to furrow together. When his golden eyes finally opened, he  found a couple of big eyes piercing through him. “Hey, hey what happened bubs?”, he repeats his trademark phrase in a tone that his teammates would find foreign. It’s less than whisper and Bokuto only catches the word “nightmare” but that’s enough to secure his son between his strong arms and his chest, pressing a light kiss on top of his head. His short arms loop around your husband’s neck and Bokuto can’t help smiling at the strength his little boy put on his grip. He keeps him close to his chest as he carries him to his own room and tucks him under the yellow sheets. Nightmares find it difficult to slide into your son’s head when his father’s heartbeat is the melody that drives him to sleep.  
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➔ He had you tightly pressed against him when tiny hands pulled his brown locks harshly. With a little whine he opened his eyes and turned around, facing fat tears rolling down his daughter’s puffy cheeks. “Are you okay princess? What’s wrong?”, he quickly jumps off the bed to kneel in front of her, a hand placed on one of her small shoulders, as the other cups her cheek. “ lightnings are scary!”,. He gives her a soft smile, his thumb brushing the tears away as he quietly coos “What does the princess want to do?”,  an exact copy of your husband’s pout grazes her lips as she thinks for an answer, and Oikawa can’t hide the love in his eyes. Finally, she points at your shared bed, a dreamy smile settles on his face and he easily carries her to the bed, placing her between you and him. Oikawa caresses her hair as he hums lovingly, and if storms like these allow her to hear more lullabies from his dad then maybe they aren’t so scary.
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➔ Kuroo was in his signature sleeping position, two pillows smushing the sides of his head when he felt an extra weight on his back. In the corner of his eyes, he spotted his daughter and a little grin formed on his lips. “What is it, kiddo?” his voice is raspy as he rolls on his side, his arm securing her on his chest. The playful smirk on his lips quickly disappears when he sees her little mouth pouting. Kuroo frowns in confusion until a little rumble coming from her tummy breaks the silence of the night. He chuckles at the flush on your daughter’s cheeks as he moves to the edge of the bed lifting her above his bare shoulders. The girly giggles mixed with the deep chuckles of your husband wake you from your sleep and you watch with a lovesick smile how she plays with his dark hair as they leave your room in direction to the kitchen in the important seek of a midnight snack. 
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taglist:  @tobiosbbyghorl @vhskenma @kenmaki @hajiswife @oikadiors @wak4tosh1 @mjoork @arrogantsonofabiscuit @asteroid-babe @akkeyomi @ilovecheese08@evelynn27 for some reason it doesn’t appear :(
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pencilscratchins · 3 years
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ms rebecca pencilscratchins you MUST share more plot of the good star wars that exists in you brain
well i dont have like a super clear one but more or less this is what im vibing with
TFA remains largely unchanged since i think it does an effective job of setting up the characters and the storyline. at the end, they finish the map to show the location of “new mandalore” where luke is at with din. rey still goes to convince him to teach her and he still is initially hesitant, but a combination of din and rey and grogu convince him to take her on. he’s not bitter as much as he is heartbroken and ashamed. through his parent like relationship with rey, he relearns how to open himself up in the force.
rey’s story is now WAY more focused on her personal identity and discovering her own spot in the universe. in this au, she’s nobody’s daughter; she is just a random force sensitive child because like… the lesson that anyone can make a difference, not just the same two families, is still a good lesson even in properties other than spiderman guys sksks. i think also, her struggles with the darkside come more from the fact she grew up with absolutely no power and the promise of power the darkside has obviously appeals to her (like, analog wise i think she has more inline with anakin than luke if you feel me.)
obviously, finn is force sensitive, but to me? it just felt so clear that he was being set up to get other stormtroopers to rebel and like explore the implications of that. like... it seemed blatantly clear but of course they wasted that potential. so while he does a bit of training with luke, i think speaking with some mandalorians (some of which are children of clones) gives him the idea to go liberate some troopers. poe goes along with him, since we need to investigate the republic’s way too comfortable attitude with killing hundreds of what we know are like... child soldiers. (also we can introduce jannah in the second movie so she gets to have a real character)
poe and leia have the relationship we all want them to have, and his storyline outside of trooper liberation focuses on the realities of being in a resistance and forming a new republic. i know this isnt to everyones taste but i like political melodrama i know its trash. but this is my au so i get to decide what goes in it. finn & poe’s relationship is always allowed to develop and they obviously have a beautiful intergalactic gay romance.
NOW FOR WHAT WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: ROSE TICO! rose had so much potential- i think she still loses her sister and underestimates herself. but the great thing about din being in this au, is that now? rose & him get to interact. rose goes up to him and insists he teach her how to fight like a mandalorian, and he takes one look at this angry, grieving young woman with this huge heart of bravery and righteousness, and is like “ah shit. i have an adult daughter now i guess. guess i have to teach her how to shoot big guns and shit now” yeah, that’s right. rose basically becomes a mandalorian in this au NO I WONT APOLOGIZE. THIS AU IS FOR ME. and also my friend bailey.
again, all these ideas are sorta nebulous and subject to change and i wont ever do anything with it, but. You asked so.
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bwoahtastic · 2 years
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LANCE AND GUANYU MY BABIES
no but that's so cute, like maybe Lance would say that they sort of felt the same whenever a new younger kid came in but it doesn't mean momma loves them any less, just that momma has so much love to give and now another kid gets a good home
and using the Oscar's never had cuddles thing, maybe they point out that Lando's a big brother now so he gets to show Oscar how cuddles work
nngg yes!! Lando being so sad and confused but Guanyu and Lance are so sweet to him! Guanyu's hair being Seb-coloured to soothe Lando a bit and Lance gently cooes at him and strokes his hair while purring. And they explain that its always a little scary when new pups join because things do change, but it NEVER means momma will stop loving them or paying attention to them! It just means they will get a new little brother who really needs a home, just like they do. Momma is so amazing he can love all of them!
And pllss them pointing out Lando is a big brother now too and little Oscar needs a lot of love! Lando would be so sweet to Oscar afterwards and loves to cuddle with him and doesnt even get (too) grumpy about having to share nursing time sksks
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loveelle · 3 years
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Accidentally In Love
Luke Patterson x Mercer!Reader
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Request from Anon: Omg what about a Luke Patterson x Mercer!reader with the song Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows from Shrek sksks
A/N: I hope you like and you’re still around to like 😂 idk how closely this is based off the song 😂 I tried but at least I’m posting 😂 ALSO IM NOT SHOWING UP ON TAGS (I think) SO ID BE REALLY APPRECIATIVE IF PEOPLE REBLOGGED BC I MIGHT CRY 😭
WC: 1K
MASTER
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Did he mean to fall in love with you?
No. Not at all, in fact it was a complete accident and if you ask Luke, it was entirely your fault because how can you be as amazing as, well, you and not expect everyone, including the guitarist himself, to fall in love with you.
Will Alex kill him for falling in love with his sister?
Yes. There’s no doubt there but Luke believes - knows - one thing.
You were definitely worth it.
Was he ever going to tell you?
Probably not.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in a relationship with you, he was, he really was, and it wasn’t that he was worried Alex might kill him- there was no worry there, he knew Alex was going to kill him with or without you actually knowing- but Luke was just terrified because he’s never felt this way for anyone like he does for you. Sure he’s had partners before, but you, you were different, special, and Luke was beginning to learn what being in love really meant.
“What’s the problem, Patterson?” You say with a pout, falling onto the couch next to the boy in question. Your body heat pulls him in as he shifts away shaking his head and letting his eyes refocus. “You’ve been looking at me for the last 10 minutes like I have lettuce in my teeth.” You chuckle but only for a second before your eyes get wide and your hand shoots to your mouth. “Do I have lettuce in my teeth?”
“No. No!” Luke was quick to deny, grabbing your hand to pull it away from your mouth in time to see your smile expand. “You look perfect.”
His compliment pulls a chuckle from your lips as you let your gaze fall to his hand and you muster up the strength to grab his hand and squeeze it. “You do to, Luke.”
Luke had been so focused on you right in front of him to the point the studio door opened and closed loudly and Alex walked in and Luke had no idea.
“What’s going on?” Alex grins at the two of you, his eyes moving between your hands and your faces.
His voice scares Luke as he jumps, tearing his hand from your hold and you straighten up, rolling your eyes at Alex’s determination to never leave you alone with Luke. “Nothing.” You tell him with crossed arms. “Now go away.”
He narrows his eyes at you before taking the last spot on the couch and forcing you to sit in between the two boys. You and Luke share a glance and despite neither of you saying you wanted to be alone, you both felt it. Alex’s presence puts a nail in your plan.
“I’m gonna go for a walk.” You sigh and push yourself off the couch, only looking back at Luke for a second before you were out of the garage.
“Dude, you can’t like my sister.” Alex speaks up the moment you were out of ear shot.
Luke groans and tosses his head back on the couch. “Do you think I mean to?” He asks genuinely, knowing full well there was no denying it. “I can’t help it! She’s nice and pretty and funny and just amazing and she always smells like flowers and she’s-“
“My sister.” Alex emphasizes. “That means she’s off limits.”
Luke’s mouth slacks open as he mulls over Alex’s reminder. He’s right. You can’t date your best friend’s sister.
“Okay, how to I cure it?”
Alex furrows his brows. “Cure it? Cure what?”
“These feelings!” Luke shouts as if it’s obvious. “I mean I could ignore it if it was just a crush, but Alex,” he turns in his seat and Alex for the first time can see how much this whole ordeal is affecting Luke, “I think I’m in love with her.”
A loud groan emits from Alex’s lips as he closes his eyes, trying to figure out what to in this situation. “Alright, okay, fine.”
Luke raises a brow. “Fine?”
“Fine.” Alex nods. “You can tell her.”
“A-Alex.” Luke stutters out, not sure if he’s ready to come clean about his feelings. “I don’t think-“
“She loves you too.” Alex mumbles and Luke freezes.
“How do you-“
“I’m her brother. I know things.” He assures Luke and quite frankly, it’s all Luke needs to motivate himself. He was going to tell you today.
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Your walk took you to the boardwalk. The spray of the ocean as you dangled your feet over the edge can calm even your greatest storms and right now, two hurricanes in your head and your heart were fighting over whether or not you should tell Luke the truth. Logically, it made sense to not tell Luke. To keep your feelings from him a secret and never to let your brother know that you fell for his best friend. Then again, when have you ever listened to reason?
Small, timid steps creak the boardwalk behind you as you peak over your shoulder, almost turning face front again before you see it was Luke.
“Hey.” You call out as he smiles down at you, taking the seat just to your left and the first thing you notice is how more fidgety he is compared to normal as he swipes his hands over his shorts and kicks his legs out over the water, gently colliding them with yours and you smile before tapping his feet back. “Are you alright?” You lean back and ask after a minute of messing around and ensuring Luke was more calm. He smiles and nods, resting his hand on top of yours as he leans back as well.
“Do you wanna get ice cream?” Your eyes light up and you nod.
“I want str-“
“Strawberry ice cream.” Luke finished for you with a fond chuckle. “Same as you always get.”
Your cheeks heat up as you advert your gaze. “It’s my favorite.” You shrug and Luke’s breath stills.
“I know.” He always knows. He knows everything about you, whether it was something you told him or something Alex told him. The glory of being in love with your best friends sister was he tells stories and facts and just talks about you normally that Luke knows more about you than you could possibly imagine, the good and the bad- or bad according to your brother- and he was still in love with you.
He stands up first, offering you his outstretched hand and you take it happily, keeping your hands locked as you start down the boardwalk.
“Oh! There’s this new ice cream place we can try, it’s really close by-“ You sentence stops as Luke does, his feet finally giving him the opportunity to do what he truly came here to do.
With your hands still locked together, Luke pulls you back and you collide into his chest, eyes darting between his and you could see the desperation in them, you could feel them. It was the same feeling that you fought constantly. His eyes flicker down to your lips before his head tilts forward and a gasp rocks through your body when Luke’s lips hit yours. You spent so long imaging this moment shared between you and Luke but this, god this was better than anything you had imagined. He was better than anything you could’ve imagined. You cup his face, deepening the kiss as your knees grow weak. Luke’s hold tightens around your waist and you push your hands through his hair to cradle the back of his head as he pulls you closer.
Your noses bump together when you separate, eyes closed in bliss and god, you wanted to kiss him again.
“I’m in love with you.” He whispers softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he studies your expressions.
You meet his eyes, a smile widening on your face and you don’t focus on the several people looking your way at your obvious pda, or how your brother might react, or anything except Luke and this moment.
“I’m in love with you too.”
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Hello hello! Guess who’s back from the dead momentarily-- sksk YEP IT’S ME. As you all can probably tell, I’ve gotten myself into Genshin Impact (drop into the inbox if you’d like to play with me!) and that’s honestly become my latest obsession-- so naturally I just had to write about my husbando Zhongli LOLOL I hope you all like this as much as I did with writing it~! As always, thank you all so much for your love and support~! It means the absolute world to us~! 
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As a man once known as the God of Contracts, the now funeral consultant sits upon the Pearl Gallery pondering deeply about his latest discovery. The strange emotion that nestled itself deeply into his chest began simply as a small bud, curiously peeking his interests in the mortal realm. 
That very same bud proved to become-- in his opinion -- a strange nuisance. Originally, after watching over the humans of Liyue as Morax that small bud stayed simply as that. The care and adoration he held for the people of Liyue stayed monotone throughout his existence up to the point of his retirement. Yet unbeknownst to the geo archon, the fateful meeting of the wonderous traveler not only seemed to nurture the bud to grow, but bloom into a new emotion he had yet to properly understand. 
Eons of living and fighting had gifted the archon with knowledge that many would kill to get their hands on, yet within those eons he never once felt such a strong desire to understand a human. Yet to the archon, now known as Zhongli, he couldn’t help but become attached to the enigma that is the traveler. With luminous (h/c) locks and kind (e/c) eyes, he found himself wondering what she was doing on a day to day basis. 
That simple curiosity that nestled itself into his heart grew itself into the affection he now held for her. Despite the brief moments that he shared with her in the quest to finish the archon’s funeral-- or what he liked to consider a new chapter into his new life-- he found himself craving for more. To join her on her adventures across Mondstat, Liyue, and further out into the world that he himself had yet to re-explore with a fresh mindset. 
As someone not akin to embarrassment, he’s ashamed to admit how eager he projected his emotions when she had mentioned that he could accompany her on various adventures. Of course he wasn’t the only one she had met along her journey, but he couldn’t help but selfishly want to be the only one she went to. 
“Ah! Isn’t that Zhongli? Paimon’ll bet her next meal that he’d let us not only stay on this ship, but get us out of trouble with Luoxia!”
“Paimon... we shouldn’t bother Zhongli-- perhaps he’s busy.”
“Busy doing what?”
“Enjoying his leisure time?”
As luck may have it, the winds of fate worked in his favor. Golden hues met (e/c) as a soft smile graced his features before he stood himself up to meet her. The pitter patter of his heart hummed happily in his chest as he neared her and her floating companion. 
“Greetings fair traveler, what brings you here?”
“Zhongli! We were wondering if you had an extra invitation?”
“An invitation?”
“Paimon--”
“Yeah! Luoxia mentioned that if we wanted to stay aboard that we should be someone’s plus 1!”
“Paimon! Zhongli, I apologize what Paimon meant to say was--”
“Is that so? Though I do believe that in order for that to occur I’d need an equal form of payment. Is that not correct?”
“Z-Zhongli?”
Flustered (e/c) eyes and tinged cheeks had the corner of his mouth twitch as he desperately fought with the new emotions as he fervently calmed his excited heart. Offering a gloved hand to her, he couldn’t help but feel his cheeks rise as golden hues glimmered teasingly at her.
“As an equivalent payment, I’d like to permanently join your side and attend your adventures.”
“Huh? Zhongli-- isn’t that a major difference?”
“Oh? I believe it’s quite equal. After all, once you are my ‘plus 1′ you’ll be able to frequent the Pearl Gallery at any time you’d like. Is that not sufficient enough?”
“That’s completely different---”
“Zhongli, if you wanted to join us you could’ve just asked.”
Easily, the former archon found his gaze settling back towards the traveler as he couldn’t help but watch as her hair fluttered gently behind her. The winds lovingly ruffled her hair as she spoke causing a rather cute expression to paint her cheeks as she went to tame her unruly hair. It’s only then that he realized that he had reached out to brush her hair out of her face.
“Z...Zhongli?”
“My apologies, I thought that I could be of some assistance.”
Already, the brief contact he held with her had the bud in his chest bloom. The flower of love easily entangling itself into his heart and mind as the strong desire to accompany her increased tenfold. 
Yet as she shifted herself with her back towards him, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of dread as he hesitantly took a step forward.
“I apologize. I did not mean to step out of line--”
“The next place we’re going could have really strong foes.”
“...Excuse me?”
“Even if it’s a life or death situation, do you still wish to follow us, Zhongli?”
In that moment he wished he had a kamera. The beautiful scene of the sun and clouds behind her look absolutely magnificent as she gazed back at him. Those strong (e/c) meeting his own golden ones as she waited for his answer.
“I will do everything in my power to ensure that death does not trail us, but yes. I do wish to continue these marvelous adventures with you.”
“Then let’s go!”
Her easy smile and extended hand were enough for the former archon to postpone his retirement-- if not for a brief moment-- just to indulge in his own selfish desires just for once. 
His gloved hand easily slipped into her waiting calloused one as the prospect of a new adventure with a companion shined through. 
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˚ · . 𝘁𝘅𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! — 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤
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pairing: txt x fem!reader
genre: fluff!
word count: tbd
a/n: I took the longest time with this, I’m so sorry anon! I tried the best I can to make it good but it still doesn’t feel quite right. anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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᠃ ⚘ choi yeonjun:
this was a little tough for me to do, bc Yeonjun is the oldest member and I feel that even if they did do something that’d upset him he wouldn’t really go off? If you know what I mean
but at the same time, he is also your boyfriend and he loves you to bits and pieces
so when they were messing around this time and didn’t break just anything, but the gift that you had gotten him for his birthday
he’d try to keep his cool, but would be visibly distressed
“Ah, come on guys do you see what you’ve done?” he’d whine
Thinking about how you had saved up to get him this cologne (you loved nice smells, and nice smells + your boyfriend = yes pls), and the face you had made when you cutely insisted he only where it when he’s with you
it’d just hurt his heart so much
but at the same time Hyuka and Soobin were standing at the crime scene looking like they’d burst into tears at any given moment
he’d eventually just settle on telling them off in a serious-but-not-serious tone, and he’d make sure to remind them of this mistake every freaking day skks
he’d make them apologise to you as well, which resulted in you sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth before you hit the back of his head playfully
you’d asure them (and Yeonjun) that it was no big deal
“I’ll be buying you cologne for the rest of our lives anyway,” you’d whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek – for effect, ofcourse.
And although he’s still pretty bummed about the broken gift, man’s would just get extremely smiley and giggly cause he WEAK for you
᠃ ⚘ choi soobin:
we all know this boy about to put himself through the most sksks
he’d wear the bracelet you got him for your 2 year anniversary EVERYWHERE and blush a little each time he looked at it
(the members would drag him so bad omg)
so when Beomgyu’s piercing got caught in it while he and Yeonjun were messing around in the van on the way to the next schedule, his heart started doing laps
he tried to gently move it away, but the van hit a pothole, and the next thing he knew, the beads were scattering everywhere
even though he’s clearly not to blame, he’d so blame himself for it
“I’m so sorry, Hyung” “No, it’s okay, I should have taken proper care of it”
he’d tell everyone it’s fine and it’s not that big of a deal, but there’d be a visible dark cloud hanging over his head 24/7 and he’d be completely despondent
he wouldn’t know how to tell you, so when Yeonjun and Beomgyu eventually apologized to you, you sighed, realizing that this was the reason he’d been avoiding your calls and texting back so dryly
“It’s okay, baby,” you’d coo, running your hands through his hair and giving his scalp gentle massages as he nuzzled his head into your chest.
᠃ ⚘ choi beomgyu: 
As I’m sure you can imagine, a large can of the Daegu satoori will be whipped out for this one
mans would be going through the five stages of grief as he watched Taehyun’s coffee seep into the handmade songbook that you had made for him last Christmas
they had been deciding on a title for a song that Beomgyu had initially written, but had now become a collaborative piece, when Huening had suggested that they just play rock-paper-scissors
them being them, they got way too into it, and Taehyun had accidentally knocked over his coffee onto the song in question
“H-hyung, I’m sorry...”
His heart would ache so bad omg, and he’d try and hurry and wipe the coffee off or something ugh this poor baby
I don’t feel like he’d be angry about it, but I do think that he’d be thinking about you and the amount of time and thought went into this gift and how much it meant to him to have received it from you
heck, the only reason he even used the book was because you had to convince him for weeks that it was meant to be used and not to gather dust
like Soobin, he’d also struggle to tell you about it, worried that it might hurt you which would hurt him – so he’d just resort to being playful about it and tell you in a roundabout way
“See, Y/n! This is why I didn’t wanna use it. I knew something like this would happen; I live with animals you know”
you’d just laugh it off and wrap your arms around him, knowing all too well that he more than likely cried about it before coming to tell you what had happened
he’ll NEVER let the members live it down lmaoo
“Remember that time you destroyed that gift from my girlfriend”
playfully obviously, ya know mans is a professional chain-tugger
expect that the next time you come over you’ll find that songbook framed and on a shelf in his room with a polaroid of you on the outside corner
᠃ ⚘ kang taehyun:
He really strikes me as the kind of person who wouldn’t normally get upset about something like this happening, but because it’s a gift from his s/o he’d be ticked off – at the very least
however, despite being ticked off, he wouldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.
You know our king of rationalism
He’d see the glass shatter as it hit the laminated floor of the dorm room, and he’d simply just stand there looking at it, absorbing the situation, trying the best he can to keep himself as calm as he possibly can
Yeonjun had came into the room to smother Huening with affection again, when he had accidentally knocked the watch off the dresser (it probably sent shivers down their spines as they imagines the many ways Taehyun could kill them in their sleep for this one)
“It’s okay, it’s not the end of the world,” he’d say, but really it felt like it was.  
Taehyun may come off as someone who is cold, but in reality he’s just such a soft boi who’d take care of and show affection to his s/o in his own ways
he hates to see you sad
it’d break his heart to know that the first gift he had ever gotten from you was in smithereens just bc yeonjun and hyuka couldn’t sit still for five minutes sksk
he’d want to tell you right away and he’d apologize in the sincerest way possible
“I’m really sorry about this, Y/n. I’m sure you spent a lot on this gift; I should have taken proper care of it,” he’d say, eyes literally begging you to forgive him
and you’d just slip your hand into his, giving it a squeeze, before snuggling into his figure and telling him that it was an accident, and how warm it wakes you feel knowing it meant that much to him
he’d gently push you aside and frown, before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Of course it means that much to me. It’s a gift from you.”
᠃ ⚘ huening kai:
“ANDWAEEE!”
you and I both know that we can hear that
Soobin and Taehyun had been teasing him about his plushies again – his collection was growing way too big for the space which he and Taehyun were supposed to share; and even he knew that
and as per usual, every time they picked a few to give away, Huening would get really sad and be unable to part with any of them – so they decided to tease him a little
they picked the plushie they knew you had given to him (the big, fluffy pink one with the floppy ears :((( )
he’d beg them to not tease him as they tossed it amongst themselves (THIS POOR BABY PLS)
“Please be careful! It’s going to break!” he’d whine
and it did :((((
one of the ears tore, and poor Huening just stood there with upset tears rimming his eyes, looking like his world just ended oml
Soobin and Taehyun would be extremely apologetic, and like Soobin, Huening would say that it’s okay even though it isn’t; he’d probably need like an hour to himself before being himself again
oh but he’d so rat them out though lmao
“Y/n! Look what they did! They hurt our Ae-Cha!” he’d say, playfully pouting as he showed you the tear on the plushie; to which they’d simply roll their eyes while Beomgyu and Yeonjun laughed
“Oh no! Our Ae-Cha!” you’d gasp in response, pouting just as much, before giggling and taking out the needle and thread from your bag
he’d wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder as you fixed the toy, telling you every other minute how lucky he is to have such a beautiful and talented girlfriend uwu ^.^
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