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I hate looking through my fic lists because IT MAKES ME WANNA READ THEM ALL AGAIN
#THE TAGS TURNED INTO MY REFLECTION FOR THE YEAR PRESS MORE AT YOUR OWN RISK#I said more it’s See all my bad HAHAHHA#I DONT have time#BUT I WANT TO#because I KNOW THEYRE SO GOODKSKDKDK#chatterye#someone interacted w my matsuhana shit and I miss them so badly#also I’ve been wanting to reread my favorite sunaosa fic recently#I think I will#ALSO SOMETIMES I JUST WANNA PUNCH PAST ME because WHAT AM I SAYINGFJCKDKFKDKFKSJFJKG#I’m reading my thoughts and sometimes I’m like so true bestie and sometimes I’m like BESTIE WHAT THE FUCK#but just CPing the summaries is easy and less embarrassing BUT ITS SO NOT FUN#WHERES THE CHARACTER#this might be pretentious of me to say but I think I really was the reason the hq fic rec fandom started to write their thoughts about fics#for fic rec lists because when I first started I don’t ever recall seeing like proper lists w a bunch of thoughts instead of just the links#or the summaries of the fics; I think it only started to become a thing after I started#I could totally be wrong about that don’t quote me but after I started I saw so many more lists like mine HAHAHAHHA#anyways sometimes I miss washy but it made me stressed out so I’m also glad to be away from it heheh#sad I never got around to certain ideas I had but I think my best was the Christmas tree I was so funny for that#this is my new year reflection mayhaps HAHAHAH#I will say i think overall I like matsuhana the most#I think they had the best fics and the least horrible fanon interpretations regardless of how old the fics were and all the fics were sogood#they make me so happy and I really loved so many ships but they came out on top even though I read so many other fics I always come back to#my matsuhana fics because they make such an impact on me also I have my favorite angst fics there which are written so beautifully#genuinely very grateful for those writers
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had my first day at course today and it was really good and validating :) this is going to be good for me i think
#i am very tired and SO unused to having to be Awake and Get Places by a certain time but. it's good#genuinely don't think i've had this much structure in my life since..... 2019? maybe? idk#anyway i came home frm course in the afternoon and knocked out a BUNCH of things on my to do list and did chores and wrote and cooked#which is more than i've done in a single day for a very long time lol#turns out all i needed was external structure and accountability in my life lol. who knew#it made me feel a little bit more like my high school self again (in a good way)#bc when i was in high school i was SO productive and busy all the time bc i was doing a million extracurriculars#and i still often look back at that and go damn. how did i do that. how do i be that person again.#while i don't think the extent to which i was Busy was healthy or sustainble i would like to embody a more balanced version of that energy#bc i miss being Busy and having Things Going On and Being Involved In My Community#and today i felt a glimmer of that person i used to be :) it was nice :)#kiwi speaks#positive blogging
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Cowboy like me! ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:10
Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.
[i get so bored in work so I get so inspired to just write a bunch of thing i wish I was doing instead of sitting around. I’m still thinking of how to end ‘call it what you want to’ but enjoy this for now. In this I’ve used the last dinner party as a reference cause hello?! Obsessed, but ur band is called 15screens- idk I made it up]
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15screens: ‘cowboy like me’ music video out now!!! Staring the cowboy himself Tom Blyth!!
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tomblyth: cowboy like me music video, out now. What a wonderful experience, thank you so much 15 screens for having me
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tomblyth: soft launch?
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15screens: ‘The greatest’ out now, featuring blonde tom blyth (because yourusername begged him to go blonde and he’s whipped)
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leveling the playing field IX
summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 2.6k
tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there
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next part
Coriolanus's stomach twisted as he could hear your screams from the hall, even though by then he was all the way on the other side of the school. He thought that was unsettling, only for them to abruptly stop just before he left. The silence that followed was so much worse. He didn't get any sleep, sitting on the roof in Grandma'ams rose garden with Tigris all night, wondering if you were dead.
He was just sick about it, even as he left the following morning, so early that the sun was yet to rise. It was a long, painful ride, and he spent the entire thing certain that you were dead. It was his fault, he had only wanted you to come with him, so he wouldn't be alone, but now he truly is alone and he won't even have you to write to back home. Regardless, he would try.
Rather than sit with the idea that it might even be pointless for him to live another day, especially with this unflattering haircut and a uniform that challenged the discomfort of the academy one, he decided to write to you on a paper he had found bunched between the train seats to ease his mind.
Y/N/N,
I hope you're reading this. I hope this gets back to you at home and finds you safe and sound, and you're sitting over your desk with a textbook open getting ready for university in the fall. That's not what's happening though, is it? You're probably dead. I probably killed you. If you are reading this in your room, or your library, or over my shoulder as I write this because you are only alive in what's left of your spirit, I hope you know that I am sorry. I did it because I wanted you with me, because in the moment I was so sure you'd be better off with me in the districts than you would be at home with your father. I think I was wrong. But I still miss you. You meant more to me than I ever told you. I guess, more than I ever told myself either until these last few weeks.
I think I heard them kill you after I left you with the Dean. If they did, boy, did you go out fighting. I always knew you would. I can't stop writing in case I never get to speak to you again. But again, maybe you're not dead, right?
Please tell me you're not dead.
Yours,
Always yours, your Coryo
He smoothes out the wrinkled sheet as he writes, hand shaking through most of it. He doesn't know if he should even bother sending it, or if he should just fold it up and throw it out the window in hopes that the message will find its way to your ghost. No, he has to send it. Otherwise he'll definitely never know, at least not for twenty years, and he couldn't bear that.
The wind hits the trees into the windows of the train as it rolls along the tracks, demanding that the branches be heard against the glass. It reminds him of you. Then again, what doesn't these days? Maybe it was just you letting him know you had read his letter, and that you forgive him. That would give him a semblance of peace for the rest of the ride.
When you woke up, it was impossible to tell what time it was. You only knew that it was dark, and your bedroom door was locked from the outside when you got up and carefully tried to open it only to be blocked by the mechanism.
"I have half the mind to agree with you on the Avox thing." You hear your dad sigh, his voice echoing from his study just down the hall. Your eyes widen and you try the knob again. Yep, still locked. "But we could always send her to Nine or Ten as a nurse. She's not staying here, that's certain."
"I don't want to push your decision, here, but she was saying she would tell everyone. She knows more than we thought, more details." Highbottom was here too, great.
"No, that's impossible. What did she say?"
"She knows we're selling, likely that you're storing it all here somewhere, and she knows it's enough to be treason. I don't know what else she knows, but it's risky business ever letting her out of that room again. The procedure might be our best option, here." You've heard enough, quickly making for your window instead. It's locked as well, but draping your old uniform over the lever gives you enough freedom to crush it with a particularly heavy, hardcover textbook without making much noise.
You change quickly, grabbing a few essentials that you could fit into your book bag, then climb out the window and slide down the back porch column before making as quiet of an escape as possible. Adrenaline carried you a few blocks away, but now, you were unsure what to do. You couldn't return, and you couldn't be seen, and you had a tragic shortage of friends at the moment. You find your feet carrying you toward the building you know Coriolanus lives in.
You're not particularly excited to see him, but with no other options, you're sure you can find it in yourself to be forgiving just this once. You could go to Sejanus's family home, but it's not far enough away, and you're not sure what his father would say. He'd probably call your dad in a second and it would all be for naught- you couldn't risk it. So, Coryo's it was.
You enter the building, walking straight for the elevator. He was in the penthouse, so you just have to hit the very top button and figure it out from there. You've never been to his home before, but he's talked about it plenty. Enough that you could find your way there, at least.
You groan when you quickly realize the elevator doesn't work, looking over at the stairs. It's a tall building, so you've got a long way to go. You wonder how he does this every day as you climb up set after set of stairs, taking note of how the walls are basically crumbling around you.
You knew he didn't have money, that he couldn't eat, but you didn't think he lived like this. No wonder he was so thin, and no wonder he still had any muscle left on his body. It was these damn stairs. That couldn't be it though, that wouldn't explain how his shoulders just seemed to go on for miles- maybe he had some kind of workout routine you never knew about.
You're drawn from your thoughts when you reach the top of the last staircase, hesitating to open the industrial looking door in front of you. Just beyond that was the front door to the Snow penthouse, and now that you're here, you're not sure what to do. Do you knock? You don't even know what time it is.
You sit by the door, deciding to think it over for a bit. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep leaning up against the wall where it meets the dusty floor.
Waking up, you're met with a gasp. "Y/N?" You blink open your eyes, seeing Tigris crouched in front of you, forehead creased with worry. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"Tigris, hello." You mumble, gathering yourself to stand up as she helps you. "I, uh, I didn't know where to go, so..."
"Okay, okay. Come in for a second." She nods, holding your shoulder as she guides you back into the apartment. You squint at the sunrise through the large bay windows, she must have been on her way to work. "Can I get you anything? Some tea? You must be freezing..." She says, immediately shuffling into the kitchen.
"No, no. It's fine. Thank you, though." You insist, trying not to stare at the state the apartment has fallen into.
"Okay, well, please, take a seat. Tell me what's going on."
You nod slightly and move to sit down at their dining table where she joins you, reaching out for your hand which you gratefully take. "Did Coriolanus leave already?" You ask and she nods, giving you a sad smile.
"I must admit, I'm relieved to see you." She says, taking you by surprise. "Coryo thought you were dead. He was just so torn up about it, he said it was his fault but he wouldn't tell me why. I was expecting to see your passing in the papers this morning."
"Well, my days are numbered." You sigh, looking out the window again. The view was stunning. Maybe you would prefer a penthouse to your own large, empty feeling home. "My father and Dean Highbottom were discussing turning me into an Avox as a pity punishment, and I don't doubt that my father would rather bury me than have that on his name. I didn't stick around to hear their decision."
Tigris listens intently, squeezing your cold hands between her own. "And now, I don't know what to do. I had nowhere to go, I'm so sorry to intrude-"
"No, my goodness, please. You are always welcome here." She assured you. "But... what will you do?"
"I have to leave." You nod to yourself. "I have to leave and I can't come back, can I?"
"One day I'm sure it will be safe for you to return." She says, notably trying to put a positive spin on it. "I'll tell you what-" She stands quickly, going over to a hall closet and pulling out a large fur coat. "Take this, it can hide you and keep you warm. Take the next train to Twelve, that's where Coryo went." She places the coat in your lap. "He'll be ecstatic to have you and see that you're well."
You nod, standing up and pulling it on in a hurry. It was a beautiful coat, you could tell it was real fur. This must have belonged to one of their mothers. "Thank you, Tigris."
"There's another train headed there in about twenty minutes, if you rush you can make it. I had to check the schedule last night for him. Don't buy a ticket, just climb in a transport car from the opposite side, not the platform." She instructs you hurriedly,
You dig in your bag as you both head for the door, pulling out a handful of money and rifling through it to give some to her. You'll need some, but she will too.
"Here, Tigris. Take this." You say as she holds the door for you, and she instantly is shaking her head.
"No, no. I couldn't." She smiles awkwardly, waving a hand at you. "You'll need it more than I do, Coryo will be sending us cheques."
You smile at her understandingly, holding it out to her again. "If not for your help, then for this lovely jacket. Please take it. I insist."
Tigris sighs, taking it from your hand before pulling you into a hug which you gladly return. "Tell him we love him, okay?"
"He knows," You say, chin resting on her shoulder. "But I will."
It was dark again when your train reached its final stop, and you were curled up under the coat trying to sleep. You scramble to get up, having to bolt from the train before anyone came to unload the car.
Unfortunately, you didn't get the privilege of having a place to stay when you arrived, so once you're out of sight of the train, the best you can do is wander.
You don't have to wander long before you hear music. You didn't realize people were happy here, so the sounds of laughter and shouting and dancing coming from inside what looked to be an abandoned building made you tilt your head at the idea. Maybe you would just sit outside, around the side of the building where you won't be seen and you can listen.
You don't even get the chance to sit before you hear the singing start. It's Lucy Gray. You mentally scold yourself for not thinking of her sooner as you stand again quickly, finding yourself quite lightheaded. You must be hungry. Maybe there will be some food inside, or maybe you can find talk to Lucy Gray and maybe she'll let you stay with her. Just until you get yourself situated here.
Clutching your new coat tightly around yourself you walk in after attempting to dust off and salvage your clothes. Your favourite skirt and shoes took quite a beating throughout the day, and you're disappointed, to say the least. Hopefully Lucy Gray has a washing machine, but you doubt it. Did these people even know what a washing machine is? By the look of everyone in the room, the answer was a definite no.
Sure enough, Lucy Gray was on stage, singing her heart out. You had never seen her smile so wide, of course, and the kids surrounding her onstage were just as talented as she was at all their instruments. You've never seen live music like this before, only classical or opera where everyone sat quietly and listened until the end. This environment was entirely new to you.
Not wanting to interrupt, you wait until Lucy Gray steps offstage and her spot is replaced with a little blonde girl who couldn't have been older than ten.
"Give it up for the amazing Lucy Gray Baird!" The girl shouts into the mic, gesturing to your friend before more music started to play. "She'll be back, she's just taking a little break, but until then, you lot are stuck listenin' to me."
This is your chance. You push through the crowd and step into the hall you saw Lucy Gray go down. "Lucy Gray?" You call out hopefully, watching your step as to not roll a heel. In hindsight, these shoes were not ideal for the journey you took, but your options were limited by a time crunch.
"Lucy Gray?" You ask again, turning a corner and peeling into a large open room. It's a few moments before your eyes land on her, and she turns to face you having heard you walk in.
"Oh my days, I thought I recognized that voice!" She smiles, opening her arms and running up to you. "Y/N, my word, what are you doin' here?" Her excitement fades quickly into concern as she drops her arms from around you.
"Long story..." You chuckle nervously, pulling at your coat again as she nods for you to continue. "We got caught, for the compact. And the snakes, somehow. Coriolanus put our handkerchiefs that you used in the tank so they wouldn't attack you, I guess. I didn't know. Then they pulled us out of class the next day, he told them it was me, so then I put up a fight and they sedated me. When I woke up I was at home and they were talking about having my tongue cut out and turning me into one of those servants but I'm sure my dad would rather have me dead. So," You sigh, trying to summarize it as quickly as possible. "I ran."
Lucy Gray shook her head, mouth agape in shock at all the information she just took in. "Okay, wait... So they were going to kill you?"
You nod.
"But that teacher of yours seemed so nice."
"Sorry?"
"Yeah, he gave me some money and escorted me into the train himself."
You scoff, shaking your head. "He's never liked either of us, but that's only because I have dirt on him. I don't know what Coryo did."
"Well," Lucy Gray sighs, rubbing your shoulders gently. "I'm glad you're here. That you're safe."
"You too." You smile. "Can I just say, too, we were so proud of you. We were so lucky to be your mentors."
"I count myself the lucky one." She grins. "Let's move on, shall we? On the up and up."
"Yes, sounds lovely." You grin at her.
"Can I get you some water? Liquor? What do you need?" She asks, turning at that and going over to a bench in the middle that had a few water bottles.
"I would love some water." You breathe out, joining her and sitting down as she hands one to you.
"Lucy Gray, could I ask you for a really big favour?" You say after taking your first sip.
"Please." She nods.
"Can I stay with you?"
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Jeongin soft thoughts? 🙏🏻
Collab with @zehina
Thank you so much for the many sweet thoughts you shared with me and let me use/adapt for this. Without you this post would've been rather short compared to the others🖤🖤
Jeongin loves to tease his hyungs with disgusted faces and slipping out of their hugs. But with you, whenever you're alone, that changes drastically. Innie turns putty in your hands, letting you trace your fingers all over his face, knowing you'll stop at his dimples for a while. They're cute, just like him, so who can blame you for that? A dopey smile grows on his lips whenever you play with his hair and massage his scalp, helping him relax after a long day.
Innie has a very specific pet name for you, which he hasn't said out loud for a long while. It's like his little secret, adoring you from afar, his heart growing at the fact that you're his. One day, he slips, muttering it against your hair when he's already sleepy. You pull back, gaping at him, and his eyes widen in pure shock when he realizes why. You don't dare to tease him about it, though, knowing he'd die from embarrassment.
If the boys wouldn't know better, they'd suspect you are just a pair of bickering siblings. The loving teasing, playful cursing, and playful fights definitely make it seem like you are. But the way you two get cuddly and share soft kisses proves everyone wrong.
Innie is used to being babied by his hyungs all the time, and if he's honest, he doesn't mind it one bit. Once he met you, he found someone he could baby for once. And oh, how he loves doing it. He takes upon Chan's tradition of "maknae first" and always makes sure you get the first bite, the first sip, the best view, the cuddliest blanket, or the most loving hug. In his eyes, you deserve nothing but the best.
Innie gets drunk faster than you do so it's your job to take care of him when he is. He trusts you with this, knowing you'll get him back home or safely to bed when he had a little too much. He gets so clingy when he's drunk it's adorable. You can't even remember the amount of times he has been hugging you and planting drunk kisses on your face, missing your lips with an adorable giggle. You've lost count of the times he's drunkenly declared his love for you in front of everyone, his words slurred but sincere, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he never wants to let go. It's endearing, and even though he's a lightweight, you wouldn't change a thing about these heartfelt moments.
Innie, the baby bread who has a knack for acting like a grandpa amongst the bunch and you cannot say I am wrong. While he is a menace, yes, he isn’t one like Seungmin. No, this boy wouldn’t tease you for acting cute or taking care of him, instead, he would try his best to not be affectionate with you in public. A hard battle, one he often fails. But who could blame him, when you look that adorable, with such a sweet expression on your face? Certainly not him. So whenever you brush your fingers against his as you two walk, don’t talk about how fast he laces your fingers together, or how he silently takes off his coat if you seem cold. Let him be the little tsundere he is, otherwise he’ll pout, and you don’t want that at all.
Innie isn’t a big fan of skinship, click on any stray kids video if you need proof. But you’re an exception to that, to a certain degree. If you ask nicely enough, he’ll wrap you in his arms and have an all night long cuddle session. Other times, he wraps his arm around you protectively, not even a hiccup in the story he had been telling you, as if it was natural to him. Naturally, since you seem to be getting the VIP baby bread services that the boys aren’t getting, they all act incredibly jealous around you, all in a playful way. They tease both of you about this, which only results in their maknae getting flustered and chasing them around with heated cheeks and loud shouts. You don’t mind this at all honestly, their loud laughter and an embarrassed, cuddly boyfriend being your reward.
He would pay for your things, as expensive or cheap as they may be, he wouldn’t care at all. No, he would confidently raise his card towards the cashier, leaving you gaping up at him, admittedly a bit frustrated that you couldn’t pay for your bubble tea once again. And if you dared voice this, he would simply smirk at you, destroying your defences with that foxy smile of his. Damn him and his charisma.
When Jeongin plans a date, he makes sure every detail is perfect, from the timing to the location. His meticulous nature shows through in these moments, especially when he tries to incorporate activities he knows you'll love. He might feign indifference about the choices, saying things like "whatever you prefer," but you can tell he’s invested by how eagerly he observes your reactions. If you mention a fleeting interest in art, the next date might involve a quiet afternoon at a gallery, followed by coffee at a small café that he had scouted out weeks in advance. These thoughtful gestures don't go unnoticed, and they only deepen your appreciation for his caring and attentive ways.
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hér in that two piece…
she looks like a sugar baby trying to convince her mommy not to leave her for a business trip 🥲 purposefully wearing a skimpy mini skirt and a tiny little top that doesn’t even try to cover her bra underneath. when you ask her to give up your suitcase she’s all over you, saying the dirtiest things trying to distract you so you hopefully miss your flight—and which you do because how could you when it’s hér
you getting angry with her and fucking her without letting her cum til she’s crying and all she can do is blabber out apologies to you. so soaked and so grabby with you. when you try to get her naked she gets all whiny and says “no, i put this on for you :(“
when you wipe her tears and it finally comes to her riding you she mumbles that she swears that she could “feel it in her stomach” and looks down with wide eyes at her pretty white skirt bunched and shrivelled up to her waist to see her belly bulge as you fill her pussy.
(extra thought: also imagine just bringing hér on the private jet with you after hér pleading and when you catch a certain flight crew member looking at her for too long you fuck her real good that everyone could hear who she belongs to but that’s just me)
i love the fact there isn’t a name mentioned anywhere but we just know bc hér.
she would be so fucking insisting and annoying, wrapping her arms around your neck and pouting, saying you “can’t leave me here, i’ll miss you soooo much, i might die!”, dramatic af, and you’re like “you’re not dying, rosie, now give me that” trying to get your suitcase from behind her but she’s faster, sitting on top of it like 😠 and when you say she better stop that and you’re going to be late? “hm, i hope so”. but who we fooling here, if you really cared about your trip and wanted to leave that bad you could easily push her away, kiss her goodbye and leave, but the truth is deep down you’re having so much fun with her overreacting moment. and the way she bites her lip when you check your phone and shows her that you indeed lost the flight? “now you have no choice but staying with me!”
finding the whole thing fun doesn’t mean you aren’t making her pay for it, obviously, sighing and grabbing her waist, looking at her like who asks “what am i going to do with you?” while she giggles. let’s out a loud gasp that turns into a moan when you force her to bend over the back of the couch and your hand slides between her legs, instinctively pushing against your touch. kicking and whining when your hand stops and her orgasm drifts away, arching her back trying to get more of your fingers but only getting a laugh and a “look at you, not so feisty anymore” from you. not so hard to make her cry as she’s so used to getting what she wants from you, tears threatening to spill by the second orgasm you deny her and sliding down her cheeks halfway through the third edging. can’t barely speak as you repeat it for a fourth time, sobbing when you give her pussy light spanks, her clit aching, asking if she’s really, really sorry and all she can is nod, crying harder when you tell her to use her words. so lost that when you finally let her cum she doesn’t babble the usual “thank you” but keeps on going “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry”, to which you have to turn her around and shush her with kisses because it’s almost pitiful.
barely being able to close her legs after, hugging you and letting you carry her to bed because of course you’re not done. didn’t she want you to stay at home with her? might as well enjoy it to the fullest! i think she would insist on eating you out before riding you, because she loves to taste you but mostly to give her a break. kneeling between your legs as you sit at the edge of the bed, so weak, but almost purring when you grab her chin and brush hair off her face. genuinely not her best job, her mind still a little fuzzy, tongue all over the place but the important part is that she does make you cum, coming up with a big smile and the lower half of her face all wet.
you can’t help but chuckle when she whines and stops you from taking her top off, simply lowering it to show her tits. ignores you saying her clothes are going to get out of place anyways, sliding easily down your strap, mouth opening in a big ‘O’, quiet at first as you let her found her rhythm up and down, listening to the wet squelches from her abused pussy. growing louder and louder as you take in your hands the job to bounce her up and down, making her take all of the toy’s length. backing away a bit and opening her eyes suddenly and staring at you with mouth hanging open, moving her skirt to get a better view, in awe, taking your hand to her tummy and muttering it’s too big and that she can “feel it here”, almost going cross eyed as you feel it too and make her go faster.
waking up the next morning and she’s wasted in your arms, looking like an angel, as if you didn’t do the worst to her night before. poor baby, being so sad to wake up and find you getting ready to take a private jet because you really need to take this business trip, she will miss you so much. but lighten up after you stare at her for a long time and ask if she wants to come you, going “yesyesyesyes” and jumping on your arms :( she doesn’t mind it’s going to be boring and that she’s going to be alone most of the time, just knowing that at the end of the day she won’t have to wait for a call because instead you’ll be coming back for her at the hotel?! she’s the happiest girl in the world.
AND FUCKING HER DURING THE FLIGHT??? her trying so hard to be quiet while being on your lap and your touch, even if nice and slow, still feel like too much as she’s still sensitive and you’re not being that merciful as well, filling her with three fingers :( you can be so mean to her sometimes!
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Zhongli plays Animal Crossing - some headcanons.
★彡modern au of course, Zhongli is silly
Lending Zhongli your Animal Crossing copy was honestly one of the best decisions ever made, honestly:
“So, am I to help these animals cross the road?"
"You don't, my love."
"Then why is it titled 'Animal Crossing?'"
He's pleasantly surprised when he finds out he needs to build an island paradise for a bunch of furry friends, as he calls them. He already has a few ideas in mind, he says.
He names his island "Liyuef"... he meant to put Liyue but didn't know how to backspace.
Zhongli...dear, sweet Zhongli treats all of his villagers like real people. When he accidentally bonks one on the head with his net, he gets SO sad. "Oh, please pardon me, Sprinkle...I did not mean to...oh! I did it again. It was not my intention, I assure you, miss Sprinkle. Please do not be angry..."
He also gets sad when a villager asks to move out, but he accepts it with grace. "Who am I to deny their wishes?" he'd say, as he lets his beloved Wolfgang go.
"Zhongli, they're literally fictional..."
Gulliver is an interesting character to him. "This bird washed up on my island...he'd been drinking, no doubt. He reminds me of a certain bard." And when Gulliver gifts him something after he locates all his phone parts, Zhongli says "Ah, thank you Barbatos...I mean Gulliver."
And when Redd visits, he doesn't even need an online art guide...he knows real from fake because he's just that knowledgeable about art. That sly fox's got nothing on this old man.
Zhongli also eagerly listens to everything Blathers has to say, fascinated by all the wildlife that can be caught around the island. Sometimes at dinner he'd relay these facts to you. "Darling, today the owl friend told me that sturgeons can.."
Zhongli’s used to having other people pay for his stuff. So when he finds out he needs to pay off his loans, bridges and stairs by himself, he’s a little put off, but works hard to accumulate enough bells to pay everything off himself.
Speaking of bells…man has NO fiscal responsibility at. All. He buys out the shop and boutique on a regular basis even if he has no need for what they’re selling, simply because “Ah, but the little raccoon children have worked hard to procure these items for me, so it is only fair that I thank them, yes?”
TERRAFORMING is his absolute favourite thing to do! He likes to make random chunks of land all over Liyuef because they remind him of how he can harness Geo energy :)
And honestly, he has such an eye for design and detail. Liyuef is soon well-adorned with beautiful pathways, tastefully-placed monuments and flowers, and an artfully arranged neighbourhood, almost reminiscent of the real-life Liyue it was meant to mimic. “Darling, miss Isabelle has given my land a rating of five stars!”
Soon, Liyuef becomes a thriving paradise, and he's happy :) he thanks you for showing him the crossing of the animals <3
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I'm really glad to have found the Hermitcraft fandom here on Tumblr, I've been a long time fan and it's awesome to discover all this great fanart and content and stuff. Any must-follow MCYT/Hermitcraft/Minecraft blogs?
oh gosh, welcome! in general i am BAD about remembering who i follow and who i don't; a great way to find who you want to follow might be to just go through the #hermitcraft tag and follow people you find funny, or, heck, if i reblog a lot of art from a certain artist you like (or not a lot, like one art even), go follow them!
while we're here, a few additional general etiquette rules (keeping in mind that like, this is tumblr, trying to claim ANYTHING is a whole-community norm is basically impossible i am claiming a norm from my specific circle of guys): do not crosstag, only tag things that are actually in your post. don't use the 'minecraft' tag, that tag is for people who like the actual game. (i mean, you can use it if you are posting about minecraft, but not if you're posting about the youtubers). it's generally considered rude to put your crit in the main tags, especially without tagging 'discourse' somewhere so it can be filtered. shipping should generally have a 'hermitshipping' tag on it for filtering purposes as well, but if something is tagged hermitshipping and you're mad about it just like, block them, they did the important part.
the hermits i know of on tumblr (could be more, idk): @/joehills @/pearlescentmoo @/falsesymmetry @/therealdocm77 (not actually active but has the account) @/geminitayyt. cleo also had an account but it is no longer active. also @/inthelittlewood is here and like very active, as is @/askzloyxp and @/quinnhills. as a general etiquette rule, just... act like they're perfectly ordinary tumblr users and continue your business as usual! and don't send them weird asks or anything.
off the top of my head, a few blogs i like, an EXTREMELY non-exhaustive list, find your own guys out there as well you won't regret it! like, you will find the experience you like best just going out there and looking for it yourself! i've absolutely missed a bunch of guys i love, let alone guys you would love! this is like 10 million percent non-exhaustive, i follow 1,570 blogs apparently, many of which aren't hermitcraft or mcyt related, but many of which are, so i just sorta. went for it. and when i was having trouble remembering if a name was a repeat that's when i stopped. so. non-exhaustive list:
@nightshadeowl, @jestroer, @astronomodome, @kingtheghast, @floweroflaurelin, @roenais, @silverskye13, @wasyago, @rusty-courage, @art-by-fate, @silverskye13, @redstonedust, @betweenlands, @sixteenth-days, @judas-iscaryot, @terracottakore, @cherrifire, @antimony-medusa, @hybbart, @made-nondescript, @luigra, @cuteiemonster, @mawofthemagnetar, @potionofinstantdamage, @concorp, @spiderziege, @salemoleander, @bc-jpeg, @magicalmanhattanproject, @simplydm, @12u3ie, @mishapen-dear, @lunarblazes, @girltimeswithscar, @kishdoodles, @quaranmine, @shadeswift99, @bdoubleowo, @quicksandblock, @beacon-lamp, @kikunai, @sideblague, @applestruda, @ingapotejtoo, @belmarzi, @strifetxt
anyway FEEL FREE TO PROMO GUYS OR YOURSELF ON THIS POST TOO! from what i understand we may be getting some new guys sometime soon here from the twitter lands? so it may be helpful to have that for anyone who's looking for new guys to follow!
and most of all: WELCOME!!!
#answered#i DEFINITELY MISSED ABOUT A MILLION BELOVED MUTUALS AND IM SO SORRY#I JUST. I STARTED TO RUN OUT OF ABILITY TO TELL IF ID ALREADY LISTED ONE OF YOUR BLOGS#PRETTY SURE I ACCIDENTALLY DOUBLED SOMEONE ALREADY.#also i am so sorry none of these links work. see when i tried to publish this ask originally tumblr decided that it couldn't actually#so i had to copy-paste it and try again.#anyway WELCOME I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR PEOPLE! :D#also if you don't wanna be on this post let me know and i'll remove you and also i'm sorry
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Yandere actor x actor reader in an interview?
“So, as you know the movie has now become a major success in the movie industry,”
You and the man beside you both nod in unision at the hostess statement, confirming her remark with a certain pride one receives after all the hard work finally pays off.
“-what would you say was your favourite part to film?” The woman asked, intrigued. She turns her curious gaze towards you first, so you go ahead and answer.
“Well I would say it was the resturant scene, since we actually got to eat real food. And if the shot wasn’t good enough they’d have to bring out a new full plate to reshoot it.” You professionally replied with a laugh.
The woman and rest of the audience chuckled along at your confession. She even made a joke of accusing you of messing up on purpose so you’d be able to taste the dish over and over again.
The question was then directed at the other guest. He crossed his legs while straightening the tie on his very expensive suit, giving him a cold and rigid appearance.
“I personally favoured doing the wedding.” Was all he said. Nothing more nothing less.
The show host laughed in an awkward manner at the short and uninterested reply. You wanted to sink into the cushioned chair and pinch your brow. Could he stop doing that, you begged mentally.
Although it’s basically what he’s been doing all through his career and people should’ve really seen it coming by now, you still wished to save the embarrassment.
Deciding to do something, you nudged his arm with your elbow and whispered, “What else? What about it made you like it?”
Ace’s face lit up in realisation and ‘ah’ed. “The Production Designers made a great job in creating the venue. They made it feel like a real ceremony. Everything was done in near perfection, the decorations were good suiting my tastes and all.”
“Oh, is that so, and what was the best part of ‘your wedding’?” The hostess leaned in closer, anticipating his answer.
A small hint of a smile grew on the caramel-haired man’s face, so small in fact that it would be hard for anyone but you and the other woman to catch it. “The best part you ask? It is without a doubt that I got to see (Y/n) looking so beautiful- not to say she isn’t always- but I am sure you understand what I mean.”
She burst out in giggles at his confession and so did the audience, loving the prospect of a real life romance that might be happening behind the camera. You and Ace seemed like the ideal couple after all. Both being highly attractive, talented and having some unexplainable connection.
The perfect pair.
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve had any guest be so honest with their feelings toward their co-star!Say, Mr. Lee, you’re not one known to form a close bond to your fellow actors but there’s an obvious exception here.” She pried, all giddy. If she managed to get a juicy reply, her show would definitely make the top from there. “Does this mean miss (Y/n) is someone very special?”
News on your relationship would spread and be the topic of magazines and conversations. Everyone were invested in it, even though it wasn’t officially confirmed that you and Ace were a thing.
Your body tensed at the question. You didn’t want people to think you were dating for real, as if it were confirmed. That would cause a bunch of trouble you had no interest in handling. All those people were fooled.
Tough you didn’t wish to call your fans and the general public idiots, it’s exactly what they were when it came to him. They had no idea of what he was really like. Sure they knew he could be taken as a bit of an oddball, not the person to gladly socialise like other celebrities.
But only those who had worked closely with him knew the extent of his troubling personality. Picky, selfish, entitled and rude towards everyone; those were the prominent qualities. You couldn’t count on the times you’d been forced to save some poor employee from his clutches.
Only after noticing your presence did he switch up his act and turn into a completely different person. Front of you he’d act sweetly, if you hadn’t caught him being horrible to others you wouldn’t have believed he was capable of such things.
In all honesty, it was somewhat disturbing how he was able to turn the switch so quickly. That’s the prodigy actors, you supposed.
You sent Ace a firm look, warning him not to do something he’ll regret. AKA, lying and saying you were together. And what does he do? He had the audacity to freaking smirk. You nearly scream in your seat. What an ass!
“Yes, she is indeed very special to me.” Ace said as he sent you a meaningful gaze.
By now you were ready to slap him. It had been hard enough to keep more rumours about the two at bay than the already existing ones, there was no need for this shit. Angrily, you kicked his leg. Which no one saw because the angle worked in your favour. Ace hissed in response.
And instead of getting mad like the normal human being, he said with a sly grin, “Actually, do you want to know another favourite scene of mine?”
The hostess perked up at this, “Yes, certainly!”
“The one where I get the privilege of proposing to (Y/n). It was wonderful, just wishing she’d accept my real one.”
Silence. Then an uproar.
“Does this imply the rumours are true? And have you gone so far you’re thinking of marriage?”
“No, no!” You instantly deny, “He’s not serious, he loves to joke around sometimes, haha. Isn’t that right?” You regard Ace who sits calmly in his position, not caring to say a word.
‘He’s getting off from this, isn’t he!’
“Oh don’t be shy miss (Y/n)! It’s been obvious since a long time ago. You’re made for each other!”
“No. We’re not! We’re really not. There’s nothing more between us than friendship. ”
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‘Ugh. Why did he have to do that?’ You complained to yourself after the show was over.
As you stumbled around in the corridors, the person who caused your irritated state popped up.
“Just the person I wanted to see.” You spat at him.
“It’s good to see you too, love. Since the wrap-up of the movie I haven’t had the chance to see you for so long. It’s been very lonely.” Ace approached you and tried to caress your cheek, you stepped away.
“What the hell did you do that for? Don’t go around spouting shit that isn’t true.”
“I can assure you, my love for you is very true. There isn’t anything more genuine than that.” He pleaded.
“Just stop!” You pushed him away, “I don’t want you anywhere near me. I’m done with you! No more movies together. We’ll never see each other again, okay!”
The moment you started leaving, a voice sounded behind you. In a confident tone your now nemesis asserted, “We’ll see about that, dear.”
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...I'm baaaack.
I mean, I made one post about Swap!PV and then got distracted for months, so I wouldn't really call this a comeback. The moment I did come back though, apparently a bunch of lore just fell from the sky! Beast Yeast is upon us and all of a sudden I remember making an alt. version of this goober.
Turns out there were a few things I wasn't satisfied with in the first one, so here I am with my Swap!Vanilla 2.0 human edition! Even after all this time I still don't have a name for him. There's more white in his design, he has four horns instead of two and they form a crown on his head(that might be a bit hard to see), he also has a halo, his staff changed drastically, and he lost his soul gem. Instead he has two new smaller gems on his "ribcage".
This time around I tried to invoke more death themes, hence the ribcage, more wrappings, the halo, and the burn marks from, y'know, being re-baked and essentially reborn. The halo also makes for a nice double meaning, showing his somewhat good intentions behind the violence and spreading chaos gig.
Speaking of intentions, I maybe or maybe not have mentioned the only swaps happening in this proposed AU are between PV and WL and [possibly] Black Raisin and Red Velvet. I say maybe because if I checked, all the writing would disappear and I would have to start over again. However, I have wondered if those two swapped, how would PV handled the kingdoms? Would it be the same as DE or would the fates of each kingdom end up being swapped as well? It's something I definitely need to think on and develop.
Anyways, ramble break, here's a few doodles I did for Swap!PV!
Yeah, I had a lot of fun doing this. SO! A few changes not mentioned prior. Eyes! There are more eyes, especially on his coat. I took a bit of inspiration from a certain blue jester and his realm of nightmares. It also plays nicely with the whole "truth revealed" theme. Why not give the holder of the light of truth a bunch of opened eyes to represent his awakening? Also they looked good and his cape-coat was too plain without it.
Fun Head Canons: He's always floating, even when he's relaxing his feet never touch the floor. This PV still has a lily garden, it's just hidden away because while he still misses WL despite everything, he refuses to show weakness in front of others. His coat can take the shape of angel wings when angry and multiple eyes can appear when furious or in distress. Speaking of eyes, the ones on his coat glow. Those gems on him are pieces of moonstone that got corrupted after saving him.
As for the story behind him, I had to make a few adjustments. For one, DE and WL are two halves of the same whole, and the only reason either of them exists is thanks to precautions taken by Elder Faerie. Which means Pure Vanilla somehow has to get the stuff from Lily, who came to Beast Yeast without saying much of anything to anyone beforehand. Secondly, it means the Pure Vanilla Kingdom can't be the last kingdom explored. Pre Beast Yeast, the order in which the kingdoms would be explored would change, where White Lily's area would be explored first instead and the Vanilla Kingdom would be last. I'll address the second issue on a different post related to White Lily, but first things first. Fair warning, I wrote quite a bit.
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After forming the seal, White Lily falls ill due to the immense amount of power used. She's not used to using so much of her soul gem, much less creating a seal to lock away ancient evils. Seeing her faltering state, Elder Faerie takes her away to his palace to help her recover. During her time in the palace, White Lily becomes distressed because not only does she feel like she's being a burden, but she won't be able to continue her research on how cookies were made. That was the whole point of coming here, after all. She left her friends and home behind to find the truth and ended up sick and bed ridden instead. The least she could do to redeem herself was to find the truth.
Racked with guilt and regret, she asks Elder Faerie for two favors; she wishes to know the secret behind cookies' creation, and she requests a pen and paper to write with. Before long, White Lily gains a messenger(Silverbell) who gives her books from the library to read, and a way to reach the one other person she understands. Someone who should've known where she was most of all. Pure Vanilla Cookie.
From there the two keep exchanging letters as White Lily brushes up on fae and beast lore. But eventually White Lily would learn about the Night of the Witches in a similar enough way to canon, i.e. finding the book about it. While she's recovered enough, she's still not well enough to go, and Elder Faerie isn't risking her well being and safety for a banquet. She's devastated that her questions may never be answered. If only she could go, if only there was some way to witness it while being in the Fairy Kingdom. And then... she realizes something. Perhaps there is a way for her to know after all...
White Lily, in the discomfort of her hospital bed, writes a letter to Pure Vanilla and asks him to go to the Witch's Banquet in her place. She knows that this is a huge ask, and he has every reason to refuse the favor, but it would mean the world to her if he did. Elder Faerie hears about this and is rightfully worried, telling her about the dangers, and any cookie that goes doesn't come back the same, if at all. He sends his own letter to Pure Vanilla to warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. A few more letters come in from WL apologizing for her request, saying it was out of line and inappropriate. "What a selfish request," she thinks, "after leaving him in the dark for so long, I have the nerve to ask him for anything at all?"
However, despite everything, he eventually decides to go. He knows that this means everything to her, and a part of Pure Vanilla secretly wondered about it as well. White Lily searched heaven and earth to find the truth so she could help others. Why would he keep avoiding it for so long? If he knew the truth as well, perhaps he could use these secrets to help the people of Earthbread alongside her. Maybe now he would finally understand White Lily more.
He wrote a letter addressed to both WL and EF about his final decision. White Lily is surprised at his decision, and is eternally grateful, while Elder Faerie is more resigned and concerned, knowing that he won't be able to change his mind but still wanting to help. He asks her to help write her next letter, and the two send a package to Pure Vanilla. Inside was another letter with the faint smell of lilies, as well as a map to the location of the banquet and a moonstone from Elder Faerie as a show of goodwill and for protection. He in turn sends what would become his final letter to her, unbeknownst to the two reading. He expresses his gratefulness to both WL and EF and declares his determination to find answers both for her and for the sake of everyone, stating, "Let me be your hope when you have none, and you my guiding light in shadows..."
Pure Vanilla proceeds to head to the Witch's Banquet, discovers the bitter truth, and in his attempts to save the other cookies falls into the ultimate dough. The fleeting scent of lilies is the last thing he grasps in his final moments, and the faint glow of a moonstone ensures his survival. His soul gem shatters under the weight of the truth and is scattered across the world, longing to be made whole once again.
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Well! I think I have said everything I can say about him for now. I'm sure I can come up with more things later, but if you read this far, thanks for reading! I did not know I was going to say this much, so yeah. Next post is for White Lily specifically, I hope. I'm also taking suggestions for ideas about the other kingdoms and ways this could go, so if you have anything to suggest, let me know. Y'all have a good evening!
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hiiii :D
would it be okay for you to do bi-han, liu kang and kung lao x hypermobile reader if you're not too busy or anything?
like reader has alot of pain in the knees, back and gets frequent migraines and they try to help?
Hey bookie, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just procrastinating 😭. Finally got to it though! When I looked it up a hypermobile person seemed like a double jointed person but with occasional aches but obviously there could be stuff I missed since I’m not hypermobile. Because of that I mainly focused on the things you brought up however if there’s certain things I missed, you can always request again.
Bi-Han
When it comes to your joints moving more than normal, I don't see him making a big deal about it
I don't see him being like “omg that's so cool” but I also don't see him being like “that's freaky”
It's something he notices but doesn't point out
When it comes to pain he'll suggest stretching it out, which might do the opposite but it's what his brain conjures up first
I just feel like stretching and trained assassins go hand in hand
He knows multiple stretches that focus on those areas and that's what he'd suggest first
There’s also other physical activities like walking for your knees
His brain goes to physical things
If all else fails, he's a walking ice pack
I don't think he'd necessarily want to be an ice pack but if I'm the wind under your wings, spit out a couple ice cubes for me
As for migraines I am a firm believer that Bi-Han as the oldest brother is a mini medic
He'd assume your sick so he'd advise you to drink tea, eat soup and keep your eyes closed so they're not being strained while looking at something bright
If you get migraines often he'd buy some thick ass curtains so the sun doesn't peek through
He may be a lil asshole but I'm gonna stay delusional and believe he'd be a good partner
He's a good man Savannah-
Liu Kang
I also think he wouldn't make a big deal out of it
He might comment on it but you'd be forgiven for thinking he forgot about it
Idk how you could use this in fighting but if you could, all 3 of them are impressed
When it comes to pain in the knees and back, he's the opposite of an ice pack
His power might work better with aches and pains. Depends on your body
I doubt heating his hand up would be difficult for him
He mostly wants you to rest and take warmth baths to soak your joints
Him and Bi-Han are mini medics but Bi-Han is more of a physical therapist. Also sitting around is a problem for him. Liu Kang is more patient and understands that there’s nothing wrong with taking a break and letting yourself heal
He probably also knows a bunch more healing methods I don't
He's been around the block for awhile. He knows how to do other things besides leave someone concussed
Assuming you're a regular human, he knows how weak your body is (no tea no shade) and you really need to rest or you'll break down
That's his thought process with migraines as well
Has you sleep a lot more since migraines can be eased with sleep
He knows all the tricks in the book. You know when your parent is like “you have a headache? why don't you *insert the most old and outlandish bullshit*”?
That's him
You'd think he'd use all this worldly knowledge to oh, idk, build an empire or smth but no
Kung Lao
He wouldn't make a comment in a mean way but he would do a double take
Maybe I'm wrong but I would imagine people don't go “hey! How are you? I'm hyper mobile btw”
So when he sees a joint kinda move funny he's thinking “am I tweaking? I gotta be”
But then it happens again and he's like “aight, what the fuck was that?”
He asks a few more questions but that's kinda it. He won't ask your whole life story. If you wanna share more, then you will
When it comes to pain you gotta thug that one out-
I'm joking… slightly
Liu Kang is a demigod. Bi-Han is a human but got magic powers. Kung Lao is a normal person and only has a hat
And I don't wanna hear about the magic shit in his moves. In the game I'm pretty sure he only has that hat. The hat is cool and all but my point is, he can't magic any pain he feels away
He knows better than anyone that sometimes you just gotta take the shit on the chin and try to go on about your day
However, that wouldn't be his only solution
Regular human who can't make his own ice packs means he's a regular human with tons of medicine
Medicine he'd obviously share
He'd even buy some specifically for joint pain and keep it on him for you
Same with medicine for migraines
He probably has way more of those so he can't carry all those bottles but he carries some in his pocket
He actually has a phone so he's for sure looking up ways to help with any pain or discomfort
Whatever comes up, he'll suggest to you or help you with
Your pain won't go away the quickest with him but it's obvious he's trying his hardest
I did not mean to give Kung Lao the most-
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Many years ago now, when I was a very unhappy and depressed lawyer, I went to see a therapist. The therapist diagnosed that I was suffering from severe levels of stress and asked me to keep a "stress journal": for the week between appointments, I was to write down whenever I felt my stress spike.
When I returned to the next appointment with my stress journal, the therapist was shocked I'd actually done the assignment. He said nobody actually keeps a physical journal. I suspected that maybe he didn't fully understand my personality type and the fact that some of my stress was the result of PEOPLE ASKING ME TO DO THINGS THEY APPARENTLY DIDN'T ACTUALLY WANT ME TO DO BUT I WAS RESPONSIBLY DOING THEM BECAUSE THAT'S HOW I AM.
Anyway, I digress, that's not the point of the story. The point was that when we looked together at my stress journal, we diagnosed that a recurrent source of spiking stress was receiving an email. This was so many years ago that it was before the smartphone, in the age of the BlackBerry, and every time my stupid BlackBerry vibrated, my stress skyrocketed. Having figured that out, the therapist was like, "What happens if you miss an email for an hour?" And that was hard to articulate. Probably nothing, tbh. Like, realistically I could go without checking my email if I was too busy with work, so why couldn't I when I was home watching TV? So the therapist suggested I confine my email checking to a set schedule. Only at the appointed times would I check my email and deal with whatever had come in.
And you know what? The world never ended, and it WAS a huge relief not to feel like I had to immediately be available for every email. To this day, my work email does NOT come to my phone and I only check it at my appointed times of day. (Actually, I resisted getting a smartphone until very late because after I left the law firm I thought the most glorious thing in the world was PEOPLE COULDN'T REACH ME.)
Anyway, I was thinking about all that today because I had a bad day at work and I realized that I was dreading checking my email and it just made me think that I have lingering issues around email. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I was like, ...no, I probably have lingering issues around WORK because of that job experience I had. Like, was it really about what emails I might have, or was it because I spent the day feeling manipulated in an unpleasant way that made me wary and suspicious of certain things around me, and then THAT made me think, like, I was overreacting because of the way that previous job experience was and the fact that the way it manipulated and abused me will never actually fully leave me, but THEN I was like, OR is it that I honed excellent instincts for that kind of situation happening and I should listen to myself when I feel that way, or or or--
Which is all to say that I wonder sometimes how I would have developed as a professional had I not had that career experience so early on in my life. But then I am in a weird way grateful for it, not because it forever kind of messed up my head in some ways but because I learned SO MUCH about those messed-up situations. Like, it was awful, don't get me wrong, but I did learn a bunch of coping mechanisms I still use today. Like limiting my email exposure. And I think I am warier than a lot of other people I know who didn't go through a workplace that mentally abused you the way that mine did, but I'm not so sure that's a terrible thing. I think it makes me touchy about work-life boundaries and i think there are way worse things to be in our capitalist society.
And also, every once in a while I think about the fact that I didn't think I was going to make it through those years but I did and I am pretty proud of myself for that, so also that. I made it through the other side when I honestly for real didn't think that I would, and every once in a while I have a day that reminds me of how I felt all the time back then, and it makes me remember to be grateful how many days I've gotten to have without that feeling.
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I think it's sooooo interesting also how sometimes communication is happening but it's being so misunderstood and just,I love them. Like I think about that part in Clip Show where Castiel apologizes and Dean is angry and clear about why he's angry ( not being trusted) and he mentions the fact that good intentions are not enough, which I feel like Castiel reinforces in his mind like I Can't Come With Just Intentions but with Results. Which is,,, not what is being asked but also he's missing the little moment later than Sam and Dean have between them about Castiel. So it's so. Because communication is happening but not being understood and like, dean doesn't even know Castiel had been programmed to kill him - specifically - a bunch of time, which I also think its part of what fueled Castiel to get away from him since the possibility of Naomi taking control and making him attack him is real. But dean doesn't know that! And it's just sooooooo fun and interesting how they understand each other so well in regards to other things, but can miss each other too.
literally literally it's sooo good and delicious to me. they've been miscommunicating for 12 yrs. not maliciously. not on purpose. they both want the same things, really. they both want to be with each other and stay / be asked to stay and help and protect each other!! but both also come with their own baggage and traumas and that color their perceptions and make certain actions hurt or impact them more. like you said, cas interprets bits of conversation and thinks, "ok i need to come back with a 'win.' i need to be Useful (his heaven trauma / spending a millennia being a soldier and tool for heaven). i need to prove i am worthy of my 'place' in the winchester's family." All of which are things dean has never said or asked of him but because of the way cas was "raised", for lack of a better word, this is how cas interprets things.
and dean, dean so desperately wants to be in the loop! he wants cas to stick around! he wants to know cas is safe! he wants to work together and help cas. and after a lifetime of being ignored, kept in the dark, neglected, ghosted, and been on a "need to know" basis by his father, these are things that trigger dean and hurt him. and it's not cas's fault. he doesn't do these things maliciously. he doesn't realize he's hurting dean by keeping him in the dark.
neither one ever wants to hurt the other. they both keep trying to communicate but they're speaking different languages based on their own experiences. dean doesn't ask cas to stay because he's been made to feel his desires don't matter. he's not allowed to want. and asking cas to stay feels selfish. because he thinks, "well, if cas actually wanted to stick around he would! and since he's always leaving that must mean he doesn't want to stay here with me."
meanwhile cas is desperately wishing dean would ask him to stay because no one has ever asked him to stay. and cas wants to stay, hates to be away, but he thinks he needs to Prove himself. thinks he needs to come back with those "wins." thinks staying is selfish. thinks he needs to put the Mission and the greater good above his personal wants. so he doesn't stay. and he thinks dean not asking him to stay also means dean doesn't care if he leaves.
they both constantly want the same things and constantly deny themselves what they want while thinking the other doesn't feel the same.....the one thing i want is something i know i can't have. (dean: you could have me! you've always had me!)
anyways, the profound miscommunication while both so desperately wanting the same things is a core destiel trait.
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I’d like to appeal to the advice of your followers with a question concerning the degree of realism of sex in smutty fanfic. Two questions really. I know fanfic is not reality- but if (almost) all authors describe certain things in a specific way, I start to wonder if I missed something. And since I write a bit myself, I’d like to get things right.
The first is about bruising. A tight grip on arms or hips is apparently enough to cause bruises. I have participated in enthusiastic and even rough sex and never, ever got bruised. So I decided to test it out with my husband and asked him to try and bruise my arm by gripping it. Even a very tight grip caused no bruises. I only got (mildly) bruised after asking him to apply full force, which took him some effort and was seriously painful. It really hurt and not in the sexy way. Now maybe I bruise less easy than most but encounters with table corners etcetera say otherwise. So am I missing something here, or did smut writers collectively decide that bruising is sexy and therefore bruises are easily caused by a tight grip?
The other thing is about soreness. In all or most fics, not only fanfic but also conventional straight romance novels, passionate sex means the receiving party will be sore enough to be limping the day after or even have trouble sitting down. In my personal experience, very rough, slam-in-as-hard-as-you-can fucking both vaginal and anal does not result in any observable soreness afterwards while walking or sitting. The insides may get chafed, yes, rubbed raw even, depending on the use of lube, and that will be supremely noticeable during consequent bathroom visits or the next fuck session if it follows soon after the first, but that’s it. The only soreness I ever had was muscle soreness in my thighs or other limbs if the position took some physical effort to maintain. But internal soreness, never. So again, did writers collectively decide soreness is sexy, or what’s happening?
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I'm pretty sure they're both just Law of Horny.
Yes, probably some people do bruise more easily than you, but the way this is described in fic is as though those hands had finger paint on them. We're talking full on hand prints after a few minutes of slightly hard gripping. Nobody bruises like that unless they have a medical problem where they should be a lot more careful during sex. Haha.
TBH, the kinds of characters who end up with hip bruises are usually also the ones who have milky white/jade/etc. skin the narrative obsesses over. It's the same ones whose necks get marked up and obsessed over. It's one of those 'you're too pristine, so I'm going to come all over your face' kinks.
As for soreness... I think "sore" vs. "chafed" is just word choice. Authors may not mean muscle soreness. I've definitely managed to make the chafed feeling last for a while by using absurdly large dildos, and everybody in porn has a massive pornstar dick...
That said, while I've certainly had that sensation where something feels different the next day such that you notice it while walking around, not just in the bathroom, it's not your glutes. It's not usually deep inside either. It's more just the opening, where all the nerves are. The way people describe sitting gingerly is silly: Sure, you might be hyperaware while changing position because that area stretches a little, but it's described like the aftermath of flogging.
I think this is just the "Dick so big it rearranged your guts" style of smut writing where the body is ~forever changed~ by this particular sex even though people are made of a bunch of stretchy muscles that are going to go right back to what they were doing before. I mean, I guess you could forever fuck up the cartilage in your knee while doing something stupidly athletic, but that's not hot.
Do I believe somebody identifies with these porn tropes? Sure. Bodies vary. But there's definitely a canned porn version everybody uses, and I doubt it's because they're drawing from personal experience.
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The Deployment Diaries Part 3 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: You and Bradley both come to realize that waiting is the hardest part.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, adult banter, mentions of sex
Length: 2700 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!
You'd been spending a lot of time at the Hard Deck, and it was so obvious that Bradley had asked the other aviators to look out for you. Everyone was constantly asking how you were getting along without Bradley around, and asking if you needed anything. You thought you were doing pretty well, all things considered. You were nearly two weeks in, and you were hoping to get a phone call from him in the next day or two.
You and Phoenix had painted the living room a color you hoped Bradley would like when he got home. You'd been spending a lot of time with your friends. And you'd been going to yoga, which was already making you more flexible, something you were certain Bradley would enjoy when he was back.
You positively floated around the Hard Deck in a haze of Rooster induced love after receiving an email from him. All it said was, i miss my home with you, baby girl. But it set your heart pounding every time you looked at it.
It seemed like everyone was at the bar tonight. Bob and Phoenix gave you tight hugs, and Hangman invited you to play darts with him. Then you got a beer from Penny and sat down with Mav. "How are you doing while Rooster's gone?" he asked you, insisting on adding your beer to his tab.
"Not too bad, Mav. I had a video call with him last week," you said dreamily to the Top Gun instructor. "I'm hoping he'll call me again tomorrow."
Mav chuckled and shook his head. "He's very serious about you. You know that, right?"
Your insides turned to goo, and you got goosebumps. It was one thing to hear Bradley tell you over and over again how much he loved you, how much you meant to him. It was another thing entirely when somebody else said it.
You set your beer down and looked at Bradley's uncle of sorts. He was studying your face as you said, "Today is our four month anniversary. I've dated other guys for longer than this without feeling a fraction of what I feel for Bradley. I know he asked you to keep an eye out for me while he's gone, so you can go ahead and report back to him that I am very serious too, Mav."
Maverick chuckled and nodded his head. "I know I missed out on a lot of his life, but I'm glad he's got you now."
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It was two and a half weeks in before Bradley got to call you. He was a little afraid you'd be at work, but this was really the only time he could manage it. Your boss seemed pretty cool and all, but surely it was a bit of a stretch to reach you at this time of day. Your phone rang and rang, and he was about to give up when he heard your breathless voice.
"Bradley?"
"Sweetheart."
"Hi! I miss you! I didn't know you'd be calling now! Hang on!"
Bradley waited patiently, listening to your muffled voice talking to someone else as you shuffled your phone around.
"Roo, are you still there?"
"I'm here, Baby Girl. If it's a bad time, I can try again another day-"
"No! I'm here! I can talk! How are you?"
"Missing you like crazy. It's making me a little grouchy, if I'm being honest."
Your laughter filled his heart, and he tipped his head back with a deep sigh. "I miss you so much! I've been a little grouchy too," you told him. "Where are you?"
Bradley looked around the small room he was allowed to call from. "Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. That's about all I know at the moment. I'm flying a mission in two days, so I wanted to talk to you before that."
You were silent for a beat. "Anything that would make me worry?"
Bradley gritted his teeth. Fuck, he didn't really know what to expect, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "Of course not, Sweetheart."
"Oh, okay. That's good at least. You making any new friends, other than Reuben? Or have you been too grouchy for anyone to want to talk to you?"
Bradley's mind briefly flashed to Amaya constantly prancing around the gym in front of him, and he immediately hated himself. He was on the phone with you, for fuck's sake, the fucking love of his life. But Amaya had turned out to be more annoyingly persistent than he could have predicted.
He cleared his throat. "My bunkmate is pretty nice, so there's that. But really, just Payback. Which is leaving me with more time to spend in the gym."
You giggled a little. "Are you trying to tell me that you're going to look even hotter when you get home in less than four weeks?"
Bradley smiled, knowing you had a countdown on your phone. "You got it. I'm going to drive you crazy, cleaning the kitchen and scrubbing the shower in my underwear."
The moan that came through the phone had him practically drooling. "Where are you, Baby Girl? You moaning like that for me while you're at work?"
"Yes, I'm still at work, but I walked out of the lab to talk to you. I'm actually outside now. And don't be coy with me, Bradshaw. You know what we did that one time when we were at work... in my new office... bent over my desk."
"Fuck, Y/N. You make me crazy."
"I can't wait until you're home again."
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When you didn't get an update about Bradley's mission results right away, you called Maverick. You were a nervous wreck, but Mav talked you down gently. Communication from the carriers was spotty at best, according to him. Plus it wasn't unheard of for aviators to get pushed lower on the list for facetime communication and phone calls, because they generally had fewer deployments annually than other crew members. And oftentimes mission deadlines weren't as stringent as the Uranium Plant mission had been, so it could have been pushed back.
Your heart leapt with joy a few days later when you finally got a slightly longer email from Bradley.
i love you. payback and i just got back from our mission. they changed the dates on us at the last minute. was stressful but ended just fine. all safe and sound here. my name got pulled for facetime for next week. when i have more details i will let you know. be a good girl.
So you kept doing everything you were supposed to do. You paid the mortgage, went to work, did chores, watched all of the shows Bradley didn't like, and you continued to miss him. But it honestly felt like part of your life was on hold, just waiting for him to return. How did people do this continuously? Was it healthy to be worried about him nonstop? How did people bring kids into this?
Now there was a specific thought nagging at the back of your mind almost constantly. What if you weren't cut out for this?
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Bradley had started inviting Payback to go to the gym with him, hoping to have some sort of a buffer. It wasn't that Bradley preferred to have company during workouts, but he definitely didn't want to find himself alone with Amaya. So he and Payback acted as each other's spotters during bench presses, and then they often grabbed both rowing machines and chatted while rowing.
It seemed as though Amaya had managed to memorize Bradley's schedule. He hadn't actually spoken to her since that first time in the gym, but she always made sure he knew where she was working out. She always tried to get a machine near him, and her clothing seemed to be getting skimpier. And he could frequently feel her eyes on him.
She was hot. He wasn't going to lie to himself about that. But he could barely remember hooking up with her. Possibly because your body and the sounds you made had taken over his mind so thoroughly at this point. His physical reaction to you was almost pathetic. He craved you nonstop, missed your body and your voice. He knew Amaya, or any alternative really, wasn't going to cut it for him, and it would be nice if she understood that too. Still, he wasn't looking for an additional conversation to explain that to her.
"Hey, Rooster, that girl is seriously trying to get your attention," Payback told him after Bradley stood up from the rowing machine.
"Yeah. I know," Bradley replied, never taking his eyes off the bottle of cleaner as he wiped everything down.
Payback chuckled. "She's pretty hot, dude. I take it you're not interested at all?"
Bradley shook his head and wiped his sweaty face with the bottom of his tee shirt. "Not even slightly."
"Hey, good for you, man. I guess you don't cheat on the kind of girl you plan to marry?"
Bradley chanced a glance at Amaya, and she bent herself lower at the stretch bar. "Add this to the list of things I never thought I'd say... but, I kind of feel like I'm in pre-husband boot camp or something. And the fact that I only want Y/N is making things really clear to me. I never knew I had this in me."
Payback barked out a laugh as he wiped down his rowing machine. "So you don't mind if I introduce myself to her?" he asked, nodding his head toward Amaya.
"Not at all."
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As you were waiting to facetime with Bradley, you worked on making yourself dinner. You were actually craving some Marry Me Rooster, but there was no way you were going to cook that until he was back home. It would taste better while you were sitting on his lap at the dining room table anyway. It would taste especially good eating it cold, straight from the refrigerator, after several rounds of sex with him.
So you made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and paced around while you ate it. You were not doing well today. You were so horny, and you couldn't seem to take the edge off. You hadn't been sleeping well either. You were only nine days away from seeing Bradley again, but each day now felt like a full week. If there was some way to make this easier on yourself, you needed to figure it out. Because the next time he was deployed, you didn't know if you would be able to handle it.
You looked down at the skimpy crop top you had on. If Bradley were here in person with you, he'd have taken the damn thing off you already. "Fuck," you muttered, glancing at your phone again. You paced and paced some more before your phone rang with his incoming facetime call.
"Bradley!" He was wearing his flight suit and his smile made you feel weak as you sat down at the kitchen island.
"Hey, Baby Girl. Sorry I kept you waiting. How are you?" he asked, rubbing his hand over his eyes.
"I'm fine. You look so tired, Roo," you gushed, because he really did not look great at all.
He grinned at you. "I'm exhausted. Went on a twenty hour bombing defense and I haven't made it to my bed yet. I wanted to talk to you first though, especially since we already had a time scheduled."
"Bradley, you need some sleep! Twenty hours in the cockpit! Holy shit, you must be so sore!"
He chuckled and said, "What I really need is to have you making a huge fuss over me in person."
"Nine more days, sexy," you said with a smirk.
You watched as his eyes roamed over your face, neck and chest, his gaze catching on your necklace. He licked his lips before saying, "I can't stop thinking about everything I want to do to you."
You had to bite your lip, but it didn't stop you from moaning as you squeezed your thighs together.
"I love all those little noises you make. Drives me crazy," Bradley whispered. "Don't make any plans for the day after I get back. Understand?"
You nodded your head vigorously, still squeezing your legs shut.
A dark, possessive look filled his eyes. "Y/N, I want to hear you tell me that you understand that I'm going to keep you in our house with me for two days straight. I want to hear you say you understand that I'm going to make you scream my name over and over."
Your mouth was hanging open. You were able to recognize that much. And you were also possibly panting. He was waiting for a verbal response. You swallowed and cleared your throat twice. "Bradley," you whined.
"Yeah, it'll be just like that. Only louder," he told you with a smirk. "Now tell me you understand."
"I understand," you whispered.
"I'll see you in nine days."
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Bradley could handle nine more days, no problem. And he felt better after seeing your face just now. You looked beautiful, as always. It also made him feel better to see that you were doing okay without him.
But at the moment, he was fucking exhausted. He would have to forgo the gym today and probably tomorrow as well. His body was aching from being strapped into the cockpit for so long. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do much besides shower and pass out for ten hours.
He yawned almost the entire walk back to his quarters. When he rounded the corner and approached his room, he saw Amaya was waiting for him. "Jesus," he muttered under his breath. She was standing directly in front of his door.
"I heard you had a long day, Rooster," she practically purred as he took his key from his pocket. "I just came to offer you a back massage."
"Nah, I'm all set, Amaya. Thanks anyway." He stood in front of her with his key in the air, waiting for her to move.
She didn't budge. "I can tell you're sore. Just a massage, nothing else," she said as she ran her fingers along the zipper at the front of his flight suit. It felt kind of good, the way she was touching him. "Unless you changed your mind? Nobody has to know," she whispered.
"I need to get inside and get some sleep," he said. "Alone." Her fingers hadn't moved from his suit. "Amaya, I'm not going to change my mind. Please move."
She kept touching him, and it felt too similar to the way you touched him and made a fuss over him when he was in his flight suit. Bradley reached around her with his key.
"What if I told you that I already sent your bunkmate away? Told him I was here to fuck you?"
Bradley froze. This felt like a trap. This felt like something that could jeopardize his reputation on this deployment, or worse, his relationship with you. People would automatically assume he was cheating on you. The only ones who could back him up would be Payback or Trent, and what was he going to do if neither of them were here? He unlocked the door and got ready to push it open.
"If my bunkmate isn't inside when I open the door, then I'm going to have to go sleep in the lounge or on the floor in my buddy's bunk. Because I won't have anyone even thinking we hooked up today," Bradley growled, seething as he pulled her hand away from his body. "And I'll go from feeling indifferent toward you to feeling pretty fucking angry, because I just want to collapse into my bed. I told you already that I am not interested. I know we hooked up before; I get that. But it was only one hookup, and now I have a girlfriend who I am in love with."
Amaya took a step back, eyes wide, and Bradley opened the door to reveal Trent sound asleep in his bunk, wearing his eye mask.
Bradley sighed in relief and shook his head. "Not cool, lying like that. Have a great night," he said, brushing past Amaya and closing the door behind him.
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How do we think they are each doing on their own? Bradley will return from this deployment in the next chapter!
Part 4 is here!
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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18]
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter one]
ʚ masterlist
ʚ synopsis ɞ
reader enjoys cosplaying, slowly but surely she became more and more noticed by the community. However, from exposure also comes dangers. Thankfully, a modern knight will be there to protect a modern princess. Will they protegonize a cute fairy tale? or will be a tale full of dragons to defeat?
ʚ tw ɞ
MDNI. not the sweetest story (yet). SEXUAL ABUSE INTENT (she is fine and safe). usage of drugs. medical terminology and treatment. I wanted to have the opportunity to spread some awarness about certain topics; being in danger is -unfortunatelly- something common nowadays when you are a woman or part of any minority, therefore having information to avoid those dangers seems absolutely necessary. So you will find some bits and pieces of information inside the story. If you need any type of support regarding these topics, please contact with someone who can help you. I am here to help you as a nurse and a woman.
ʚ masterlist: part 2, part 3 part 4; part 5; final
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
He wasn’t very fond of conventions. Since Sora the Warrior of the Sea had ended, he didn’t enjoy the crowded space of geeky events.
But his friends, did.
“You owe me one” Law grunts, as he clenches his tattooed hands to the steering wheel. They are absolutely stuck in traffic, the line to get to the convention centre parking seems endless.
“Captain!! Don’t get mad at us!” Penguin, one of his best friends, chime. The rest of the “crew” echoes him, giggling and full of good vibes.
“Do not call me captain, Pen… I- we were kids!” Law grunts feeling his cheeks turn red; he cringes every time he is called “captain”. Yet, deep inside his heart, the word reminds him of whenever there were no worries, and they would pass their free days playing “pirates”.
Half an hour later, and having listened to Uta’s song thrice, they finally find a spot to park. Soon, as they do, Bepo jumps off Law’s yellow SUV urging Shachi to help him fix his cosplay.
Bepo, the man of pristine white spiky hair and everlasting blushed cheeks, has taken a liking into dressing up as his favourite characters from books and anime. And so, his friends, are there to support him no matter what.
As they walk towards the entrance of the biggest hotel they ever been to, they hear some commotion approaching them. Like a violent gust of wind, a bunch of photographers and fans pass, pushing them to the side, completely unaware of their presence.
“What the fuck?” Law grunts, annoyed. -even more.
“SHE- LOOK…!” Penguin and Shachi gawk at the beautiful angel walking through the entrance of the conference room. “It’s Princess Uta!!”
Law rolls his eyes. He seems to be over with those new idols, and, not to mention those who also cosplay. He considers that they are a bunch of “kids”, immature and annoying. Truth is, that deep inside of him, things weren’t like this that much.
“Come on, I don’t care who she is we should get going. Bepo, you will be missing the cosplayers alley… didn’t you tell us you wanted to meet someone in particular?”
The white-haired boy, with the cute expression of a polar bear, widens his eyes. His friend is right, he wanted to meet some beautiful cosplayers there.
The four friends begin to walk inside, avoiding a bunch of screaming teenagers -and not so young ones-. It’s hard to breathe, the place is packed with people buying stuff, taking pictures, or simply hanging out.
“Tch… all these people…” Law grunts; the more people around, the more he feels overstimulated. He hates loud noises, and the crowd around isn’t helping. However, despite his annoyed countenance, some merch catches his attention here and there. Deep inside, Law is still a nerd.
Many people pass by, scanning his façade that hides beneath a white dotted cap. His icy eyes couldn’t care a less; no woman receives a reciprocated smile, nor even a look. Law is above all things; he is not interested in finding love in a place like this.
In between many heads and fake swords made of cardboard, the banner that announces the start of the “cosplay alley” stands out. Law, who has noticed it before than anybody else, sighs. “Bepo… there” he points out, with his E inked index.
Desperate squeaks from Penguin and Shachi accompanies the excitement Bepo shows. The first two, run towards the place. Yet Bepo, stays right by Law’s side. They walk calmly; or at least that’s just Law, because his snowy haired friend seems to be consumed by the flame of anxiety.
“It’s just some guys dressed in weird clothes, Bepo. You are as great as them” Law spits, as if he didn’t understand the meaning of social anxiety.
“I know, Captain… but- you know…” Bepo fidgets his furred gloved hands; the character that he is cosplaying is some kind of hybrid in between a human and a polar bear.
Law looks at him, and reassures him with a soft smirk that’s barely noticeable for the rest of the world… but for his brother? It’s enough to feel encouraged.
The tables where many girls and boys are sitting, are all packed with people taking pictures with them, buying prints of their cosplay photos and some -like Penguin and Shachi- are simping. Some of the women are wearing pretty revealing costumes; other, show amazing props like their proudest treasures.
And the one that Bepo went to meet, was calmly taking some pictures with a red-haired little girl. She was dressed as a princess, or perhaps it was a warrior… no, she must be an angel…
“Captain, there she is! I wanted to take a picture with her since forever!” Bepo fans over the kind looking woman, smiling so sweetly to not so many people around like the rest of the cosplayers.
Law stands right there, getting pushed by many people as they pass and want to take pictures. He is just blinking slowly; never, in a million of years he has lost contact with reality just by looking at a woman… but it was happening, and soon the approaching rest of the “crew” noticed…
…
“Hi! A photo? Of course!” you chimed, happy to be reached by young kids willing to follow your steps in the cosplay career.
As you fleet goodbye the last kid, you notice some young men staring at you. One of them, particularly handsome, covered in tattoos, has a soft pinkish blush taking over his cheeks and seems to be frozen in time with no signs of even blinking whatsoever.
You think if he is ok. But soon you roll your eyes; surely he is watching at any other cosplayer looking bomb as all of them… he is probably another pervert.
Yet, you couldn’t be more wrong.
The white-haired guy by his side gets pushed to your booth by the other friends. He is wearing a cosplay that coincidentally share anime with yours. You smile, he is just timid.
“Hi… (Name). I’m- I am a fan of your work!” he shily says, when reaches your table. You smile, sweetly. This guy has never done anything wrong in his entire life.
You bow your head in gratefulness, standing up to get ready for yet another photo. “Thank you so much! What’s your name?” you ask, chiming and inspecting the amazing details of his costume. It seems made entirely by hand, and it couldn’t be more pretty.
“I’m Bepo!” he kinda screams, taking his hand to his forehead as if he was some kind of military or marine.
It makes you giggle, but soon the moment gets interrupted when the other two of them pull the frozen handsome guy with them to meet you.
“Hi! He is Penguin. And he is Law. Forgive him, I don’t know exactly what happened to his brain, but he wants to take a picture with you” a red-haired man with a funny looking hat says, pointing at the tattooed one.
That might have been the needed slap to wake him up. “NO!” he awkwardly screams, making you laugh.
He takes a look at you from the side, with sharp eyes that are pretty scary to look at. And it is enough to make you stop giggling. “I’m sorry ~” you whisper, looking down almost immediately.
“Captain!” the one that was introduced as Penguin scolds them, and the smile returns to your face. Why are they calling him captain?
“I’m sorry… I- I didn’t mean to scream at you” he stutters, looking now with that same hateful stare at his friend who takes two steps back.
You bite the insides of your mouth. He is way more handsome when he speaks, a raspier voice, low and sensual, that makes you kinda weak.
“Don’t worry. I get I look a little bit intimidating with this costume on!” you joke, taking a huge replica of a sword from the table and showing it to him. It’s almost as tall as he is, with a furry tsuba and golden details on its tsuka.
The man covered in tattoos look at the sword, and then at your eyes. You spend what feels like eternal seconds getting lost in them. He is something special.
Handing him the prop, your fingers delicately graze, and you discover how soft are his. He either never worked in his life or is some kind of surgeon.
He inspects the sword, amazed at the details. Bepo, while he does so, finally takes the picture he wanted to with you. And soon, the encounter has to inevitably come to an end.
All of them wave goodbye to you, but, you aren’t willing to let the man of frozen eyes go without learning his name.
“Bepo! If you post the picture we took together, please, tag me! I will love to follow your Instagram account” you chime, waving back at them. “You are an amazing cosplayer, we should team up someday!”
The white-haired boy has almost a stroke from your words; and you can only hope for his friend to also have an account…
You sit back for some minutes while more people come to your booth, and while you curl a lock of your wig you can stop thinking about him. “What a handsome guy…” you giggle, noticing your cheeks get hot as hell itself.
Sometimes, throughout the day, you take a look around. You wish you could see him again, but unfortunately you can’t get a glimpse of him.
Your thoughts, however, right an hour before the day of the con is over, get interrupted by a guy asking you something.
“Excuse me, I’m a photographer. You can see my portfolio if you scan my QR code. I would like to offer you a photoshoot for free” he kindly says, looking like the respectful man you’ve ever met. Besides, he has something attached to his cheek, something like a sweet? Did he seriously not noticed?
You aren’t fully trustful of him; you know some men, specially in your ambience aren’t exactly the best so you proceed with care.
“I… I really appreciate the offering. I would love to collab with you, but you see it’s been a long day” you try to decline, respectfully. It’s true that you are a little bit tired, but it was the fact that you had went alone to the event this time. Nobody could keep you company during the first day of the convention.
The man insists; he shows the pictures of his work, and they look awesome. “We wont go any further, I think right there will be enough for the pics to look amazing!” he chimes. You think twice, but since he didn’t request for you to go outside or far away you finally accept.
As you start packing up your staff, the photographer offers himself to help you. You are really happy someone is giving you a hand, and you kind of feel guilty for mistrusting him before.
When you crunch to pick up your bag you notice a little charm on the floor; a polar bear plushie lays almost forgotten under the table’s booth. “Oh… someone might have lost it! I will keep it and see if anyone comes back and asks for it” you think, clasping it to your bag.
And soon when you are set to fleet, off both of you go.
Walking through the now almost empty halls, you get some chills running through your spine. Is not the first time you see the con’s alley deserted, but you usually end your day now and go back to your hotel. You shake the feeling and get distracted with the man by your side offering you a something.
“(Name), bet you haven’t got anything to drink in many hours. Please, drink some water. You gotta stay hydrated” he says, with a smile that’s difficult to read. The bottle is closed, so you thankfully accept it.
Once you have finally reached the now solitaire photo set, specially adapted for the convention, you take a big gulp of water. It feels refreshing; you honestly needed it. You were taught to never accept anything edible nor drinkable from the people that come to see you at events, but since it the bottle was clearly new, you didn’t give much importance to the dangers.
When the camera is set, the man calls you to stand and pose in front of him. At first, things went smoothly. But then, everything changed…
“You should lower the cleavage a little” he suggested.
“I…” you stutter, fixing the collar of your dress. Perhaps it was too high and it wasn’t looking good.
“More, honey! You should show a little bit more skin. That will attract more followers!” he insists, pointing the camera towards your chest.
“No. I don’t feel comfortable!” you straightforwardly deny. You want to stop, but you begin to feel your ears buzzing, and the flashing lights of the camera become almost unbearable to look at. You try to look at your sides for help, discovering there is nobody around and the guy coming closer and closer.
The bastard laughs, grabbing your arms and whispering things you can barely understand. “Don’t get all worked up, honey… you shouldn’t drink stuff people give you… now, cooperate with me…”
You try to let go of him, scared of what he could do to you, unable to scream or even kick him away. Yet, there is always a glimpse of hope in everything...
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ“Get the fuck away from her!”
continues in ➡ chapter 2
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