#i need someone that i can chat with a lot w/out feeling like i annoy them

[ambros1an]

hsr x gn!reader relationship hcs

warnings: penacony spoilers (2.0+), bug mention (screwllum), angsty (aventurine & acheron), ocd mention (sunday), slight dark content (ie stalking) at end in Sundays but it’s marked in red to avoid if uncomfy

characters: sunday, screwllum, acheron, aventurine

a/n: i feel like it’s so obvious i did like 2 of these a week later 💀 i need more Sunday content in game

sunday

❧ if you manage to get past Sunday’s formal exterior, what lies behind it is a complete “know-it-all.”

❧let him nerd out about the greatest books in the current and past amber eras. he’ll make sure to tell you all about the authors too.

❧if the two of you have liking books in common, congrats! he’ll bring you on a tour to the primal waking library where you can chat all about it.

❧sunday’s compulsions become even worse with you around. is his shirt properly tucked in? he hopes there’s no wrinkles, maybe he should iron all his shirts again. oh gosh-are his shoes untied? you don’t even notice this. he’s used to hiding his true feelings.

❧he definitely confesses first. he’s aware that his status can be a hindrance when forming genuine relationships.

❧ maybe afterwards he’ll let you touch his wings. he loves the feeling of you stroking his feathers. especially when those annoying pin feathers grow in. the biggest sign of trust amongst birds- and sunday of course.

❧ and obviously you always get free vip to robin’s shows.

❧before and after the “Robin incident” are two very different Sundays.

❧the after, is a very possessive Sunday. he can’t have you become like Robin. he uses nightingales to keep watch on you, to make sure you’re safe. he knows it’s unhealthy but he just lost his sister, he can’t lose you too.

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Aventurine

❧aventurine’s flirty facade fools most people. they think he’s sleazy and untrustworthy, and so do you in the beginning.

❧at first he talks to you because he thinks your reactions are amusing.

❧eventually your relationship gets too deep for comfort.

❧this guy will never open up. if he has feelings for you, you’ll never know. it’s not because he’s ashamed. it’s because he cannot comprehend someone actually liking him.

❧the only way he’ll confess is if you do it first. and even then he plays it off like a joke, something he can’t even believe. it takes a lot of button pressing to get him to admit his feelings.

❧aventurine is a very vulnerable person. he may rub off insults but they still hurt him deep.

❧the first time you hug him, he is baffled. affection has been foreign to him since the extinction event.

❧worming your way into his heart will get you even more riches then before. sure, he hands out money like nothing, but to you? that credit card is unlimited.

❧”what, that’s all?” he encourages you to spend.

❧brings you to casinos for good luck. not as if he needed any, but with you at least his hand doesn’t shake.

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screwllum

❧ it isn’t uncommon for inorganic species to feel love. just as it isn’t uncommon for organic species not to.

❧ Screwllum, however, hasn’t experienced that feeling.

❧ he sees the way organic species love in a way he hasn’t. as a genius society member and one interested in life itself, how could he not be interested.

❧ which is why when he starts feeling a fluttering in his chest whenever you’re around, he must get to the bottom of it!

❧ confesses instantly. he has zero experience yet remains so confident.

❧ immediately takes time out of his day to interact with you. in whatever way possible.

❧ it could be the busiest day of his life and he’ll still make time for you.

❧ he’s described as a gentlemen by his close companions. this means opening doors for you, taking you out to places, etc.

❧ sounds too good to be true. but it is true.

❧ his one flaw, if you can even call it that, is his love for all life. and that includes bugs! no smashing them on his watch! he’s picking them up before you even get the chance.

❧ if you like bugs, even better. he’ll gently pick them up and talk about them with you. the two of you can take turns.

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Acheron

❧ the first time you meet her, you think she’s a polite but introverted lady. she claims to be a galaxy ranger and you have no reason to doubt her.

❧ her blunt way of speaking leaves no room for questions.

❧ that is, until you get too entangled in each other’s destines.

❧ your first meeting with acheron, wasn’t actually your first. you’ve met her many times. every time though she seems not to know you.

❧ Acheron lies to protect you. just as she lied about being a galaxy ranger, she lies that she has no feelings whatsoever towards you.

❧ perhaps you remind her of someone she once knew.

❧ on some days, acheron traverses through her memories to look for you. she sees the hurt look in your eyes, but sees your smiles too. the path of a self-annihilater is a lonely one.

❧ ultimately, if you manage to convince her with words and actions that you truly care for her. she will put forth that effort tenfold. she desperately doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

❧ acheron is very protective towards you. if there’s a hint of danger, she’ll encourage you to take her with you. even going on her own to eliminate it herself.

credit to @/miau-meow-miau for first divider 🫶

#hsr x you #hsr x reader #sunday x reader #sunday x you #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #acheron x reader #acheron x you #screwllum x reader

[icallhimjoey]

All Goes South

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe is overworked, tired, exhausted and just... he needs a break. Everyone knows it, too. None of it is really exciting to him anymore. Then, he meets you, and something reignites within him.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader, angst, mentions of smut

Author’s note: Here's part 4! There's girlies who have started to figure some shit out and are leaving me beautiful theories in my askbox - I love it. Also, I am sorry.

Wordcount: 4.7k

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

It felt totally dodgy to be waiting by a dirty steel door on the side of the building, one that could only be opened from the inside, and was away from all the hustle and bustle of press and actors and all the crowds of people.

Joe told you to wait for him there.

He'd sneak you in.

"You snuck me out of something, let me sneak you into something," Joe had said.

"Have you got a ticket for me? What if they check?"

Joe laughed, said, "You've never been to a film premier before, have you?"

"Obviously I fucking haven't, Jesus Christ, Joe,"

You didn't know what that meant. Did they not check tickets? Did they only do that at the door? Would Joe wait until the film started to come and get you? You had no clue, but Joe said to wait there and he'd come and get you. Promised you he would.

You checked the time. Any minute now Joe was meant to let you inside.

Realising that you looked a little nervous, you thought perhaps you shouldn't be so jittery and be looking around so much. That made it look like you were being sneaky. Best to act very casual. Just lean against the wall, like you're meant to be there.

Your phone buzzed in your hand. Your heart jumped into your throat when you saw it was from Joe.

"They're doing popcorn. Sweet or salty?"

Of course they fucking do popcorn, this was a cinema, wasn't it?

"Can I be annoying and ask for a mix?"

Joe read your message, but didn't reply.

This was so stupid.

Just when you were about to get antsy enough to consider leaving, there was movement. Metal creaked and with a shove, the door opened roughly, revealing Joe, who'd pushed the door open with his shoulders, holding two striped popcorn boxes.

He looked really good. All dapper. Handsome. Fuck.

His eyes were large and he winced at the loud noise the door made, immediately checking behind him. Then he beckoned you with his head and you slipped into the building, now crossing a barrier, definitely breaking rules, illegally trespassing to see a film you had no right to see.

"Most people have gone inside, we should be good. Walk ahead of me, I'll tell you where to go,"

And so like you were some assistant, someone guiding Joe throughout the building, you walked ahead of him and listened as he whispered, "Up the stairs," "Take a left," "Door on the right," and your heart thumped heavily in your throat as you walked past some people in designer outfits who stood together and talked. Celebrities. No one really paid attention to you though, and behind you, you heard Joe say hi to them. You feared maybe someone would stop him, rope him in for a chat because then what would you do? Would you keep walking? Sort of aimlessly keep wandering?

They didn't stop him. Thank fuck.

Joe lead you up another set of stairs to a little balcony that only held 8 red plush cinema chairs, and it was very clear that it wasn't meant to be used on this occasion. On the other side of the theater you saw a the other balcony was empty too, and it made you relax a little. There was no way people were going to see you up there.

This was exciting. Made you whisper, "Oh my God," a lot, which in turn, made Joe grin impossibly wide.

Joe sat down, and you did too - quickly, because being this close to the banister made you feel a little exposed standing up. There were previews playing for upcoming films you'd never heard of, all very exclusive.

"Sweet and salty," Joe whispered and handed you both the boxes of popcorn.

"What?" You were about to say, this isn't what you meant. But then Joe took the top of one of them and lifted it out of an empty box that you were then still holding. Like he knew exactly what he was doing, he tipped a little from one of the full boxes into the empty one. Joe then waited, and when you didn't do anything, he tapped the full box of popcorn in your other hand.

Oh. Yes, of course. You tipped some of that in, and then Joe again, and then you, until there was 1 box of sweet and salty popcorn, just how you liked it. It was sort of dark, and this had every potential to get messy, but you'd been surprisingly steady-handed given the situation you were in.

It was very apparent that this was weird. You'd met Joe the night before, not even 24 fucking hours ago, and under questionable circumstances as well. And now he'd smuggled you into a place you definitely weren't meant to be, and it was exciting but nervewracking.

Joe tipped whatever was left into a box together and discarded the empty one to the side.

You gave each other a look, one that said, this is mad and so so dumb, and you both had to repress giggles. You were about to watch a film with a bunch of celebrities - none of which you could see, the room was dark, and you were up high on a balcony trying to hide from them, but even just knowing that they were down there was thrilling to you.

But then the film started, and about ten minutes in, your mind was elsewhere. Racing. You were going to be sat next to Joe for about two hours. In the dark. Just the two of you. In silence. All sober.

You couldn't focus on the film at all.

Because you were sat next to Joe. And it was just the two of you and you'd had sex.

Twice.

And now... so, um... now what?

It kind of felt like doom overtook you, and you let it all go south. What if someone was to come up here and catch you? How much trouble would you be in? How much trouble would Joe be in?

You were hyperaware of the man next to you, tried your best to relax, but, it just wasn't going to happen, was it?

About 45 minutes into the film, your leg was bouncing, and you and Joe had just silently stared at the screen. Ate popcorn. Hadn't touched each other once. Which, you know, was fine, because your hands were exceptionally clammy.

You didn't know how to be around Joe. How to act. What to say.

You were strangers to each other.

Complete strangers.

At a particular funny bit in the film, Joe laughed and looked at you, but saw you were sort of... staring into space, not even paying attention to whatever was happening on screen at all. Uncomfortable energy radiated from you as you fidgetted with your fingers, and Joe thought he recognised an anxiety attack, so he reached to squeeze one of your hands.

"Hey, you want to get out of here?" he whispered, his face soft but serious. No playing.

You snapped your head and looked at him, a little panicked and definitely awkward. What was he insinuating?

"Um, no, that's okay, we can stay,"

Joe huffed a breath through his nose, and whispered, "I didn't mean let's get out of here wink wink nudge nudge, I meant, you seem anxious, let's leave, get some fresh air."

You blinked at Joe for a moment, thought things over in your mind and then decided, um, yea, you should probably leave.

"Yea, all right," and you were already up on your feet leaving Joe to feel guilty for not having noticed the state of you sooner.

You walked out the main entrance together, unafraid of getting caught, because you were already on your way out anyway. Outside people were packing up large metal barriers and rolling up the red carpets and even though you were in the middle of the city with questionable air quality; breathing in cold air was nice.

You crossed your arms and hugged them tightly to your body as Joe guided you with a hand that hovered behind your lower back towards a road where you could get a cab. You said something about the film, tried to excuse your nervous demeanor and Joe politely engaged in conversation. Made you feel like it wasn't a big deal, said he wanted to get an early night in anyway.

Whilst you waited for a taxi, you stood close to each other, but didn't touch, and it felt a bit strange. You were doing this whole thing backwards and all of it felt wrong.

"I meant what I said you know," Joe suddenly said.

You looked up at him, confused. You didn't know what he was referencing and it made Joe swallow thickly. You were going to make him say it. Sober.

"I don't think we made any mistakes... you're not–" Joe coughed into his hand and you couldn't help repress a smile as you noticed he seemed a little nervous too. "You're not a mistake."

You laughed, loudly. It was all nerves that bubbled up out of you, and then you scrunched your nose up at him.

"Yea, well... we'll see,"

And it was silly, but you felt a little fragile when Joe then grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him on the back of your laughter. He enveloped you into a hug and then just kind of... held you, for a moment. Joe held tight arms behind your back, and then, he moved one up to cradle your head and press it against his chest so he could perch his head upon it.

You didn't even really care about the empty cabs whizzing past. Joe was holding you and it was warm and it was nice and you released all tension in a deep sigh and actually, you kind of regretted not having touched him sooner. Not having kissed him sooner. You could've held hands in the cinema, but you hadn't, and now you felt stupid because, you dumb idiot, this was so nice.

When you felt Joe pull back a little, you moved your head to look up at him and you were embarrased as you smiled at each other. Joe was all kindness, his eyes told you he understood, even if you didn't even fully understand yourself.

God, you just... you just really wanted to kiss him.

You only had to move up onto your tippy-toes a little bit for Joe to naturally dip down for a kiss. And fuck, it was so soft. Joe kissed you with so much feeling, you almost wanted to whine into it. You could've been doing exactly this in the dark, in private, up on a balcony but now, instead, you were stood by the side of a busy street and that was the mistake. Because you kind of wanted to grab Joe by his hair, drag him into a taxi with you and kiss him deeper, and harder, and lick his mouth all over until you were all wet and panting.

But you couldn't.

Because you were out on the street.

And you were going home alone.

When you finally broke your kiss, because honestly, it was getting a bit much, Joe looked past you, waved a high arm, and a cab pulled up.

"All right, well, let me know if you need sneaking out of something again," you joked as Joe opened the door for you.

"You sure?" Joe challenged with a smile. "You're gonna be busy then, because I've got a lot coming up,"

And you smiled at each other as you sat down and Joe closed the door for you.

You gave the driver your address and Joe bent over outside your window, pressed a kiss against his fingers and then pressed his hand against the glass. You did the same, and it was all sorts of adorable, until the taxi pulled up and drove off.

Ugh.

Yea, all right. You liked Joe. You liked Joe a lot.

Maybe you should've just gotten drunk again before you'd gone to meet Joe outside that steel door on the side of cinema. Everything would've been easier and maybe would've felt more natural if you'd been drunk together.

It was only seconds later when you received a text message.

From Joe.

"I've got a TV recording on Thursday"

It was quickly followed by another.

"Want me to sneak you in so you can sneak me out?"

Over two weeks passed where Joe snuck you into TV recordings, award shows, film premiers and other industry events.

Two weeks of nerves and anxiety but also fun and actual butterflies.

There was no denying, there were actual butterflies and you were trying your very bestest best to ignore them, but sometimes, Joe would text you and say he was making dinner and you should come over and then you would.

And then you'd have dinner together at Joe's house, and would maybe play footsie under the table, and maybe, if you were lucky, you'd kiss in the kitchen after you'd loaded up the dishwasher together.

You'd not said it in so many words, but it felt like you agreed to take things slow. Slower, at least.

You'd only had sex one more time after that first night, and it was in Joe's shower.

Thinking back to it, it almost felt impossible to explain to yourself how you'd gotten there, and it was easy to pretend it hadn't happened. All of it had just... washed down the drain. Had disappeared. Wasn't really there anymore.

Except obviously, it was very there.

And Joe was very handsy.

Always so very handsy.

You kind of loved it.

Joe took you to all things Joe didn't really want to go to, didn't really want to do at all, but your giddy little face whenever you'd set foot on a set, or in a green room, or got to meet someone you admired was so fun to witness. He just wanted to show you everything. Have you experience everything. Make you see how fun things could be, even if he'd kind of forgotten himself since he'd grown kind of tired of it all.

That was why you also never stayed long. The second Joe felt like he could leave, you'd sneak out together. Sometimes Joe would see you grow anxious past the point of it just being a bouncy leg, and he'd leave before he was allowed to. Most of the time unseen.

He'd gotten used to the habit of turning his phone off just before he'd run off to avoid any and all contact from his team.

You never felt okay about that, always felt a bit guilty. Never wanted Joe to get in actual trouble.

But Joe didn't care. Joe just wanted to make sure that you were okay.

And thanks to him, you always were, but there was always a thought that lingered. What if this time, it wasn't going to be okay? What if this time, it was going to change everything?

You thought everything was going to change when Joe texted you, "Are you busy tonight?" and you looked around your small, dingy flat before answering,

"Other than falling asleep to bad TV and sleeping off this splitting headache, not really"

You'd just finished doing dishes and were quite literally excited to lay down on your sofa and not move for the rest of the evening.

"Sounds lush, come do that here"

Joe hadn't yet been over to your place, and you'd been weird about it that first night, so Joe had never asked to come over again. You were glad; your place was a filthy shoebox compared to Joe's home. A really grimy one, all sorts of drab, with a messy flatmate, because who the fuck could afford a flat in central London as an undergrad?

You sent Joe a pic from your position on the sofa, your legs spread out with your ankles crossed on the coffee table.

"Don't wanna move"

"Text your address again?"

Joe made that sound all kinds of casual. You'd never texted Joe your address before, and him coming over to your place was definitely not what you had planned for. You probably would've hoovered had you known earlier in the day. Now? Not a chance.

Joe'd dropped you off after a photoshoot once, so he vaguely knew whereabouts your lived, but he'd never been over.

You knew you'd hate yourself for it later. Joe had no business being in your dirty little flat. But you didn't reply with a joke, or a sly comment, or even something flirty. You just texted your address, because, actually, you really fucking wanted to snuggle up to Joe, even if that meant Joe was going to see your unhoovered flat, and maybe meet your flatmate.

When Joe entered, it was obvious to him why you needed a proper job. He didn't comment, but you could see him look, which was fine - you'd looked around his place the first time you'd seen it too. Different reasons, of course, but, whatever.

He joined you on the sofa, and tried to make polite conversation. Said he brought gin, because he knew it was your favourite, but you hardly reacted. You weren't joking before when you said you had a headache. And so Joe dropped it. Just sat next to you and was happy he got to be close.

That was all he wanted anyway. To be close.

It didn't take long before you found yourself nodding off, head bobbing, jerking itself back up every time it fell forward. You were fighting off yawns and kept rubbing your face in a weak attempt to stay awake. It was hard work, and your headache started getting worse, but you had a guest over, and it was rude to just fall asleep next to them, so you fought against all insticts until you heard a soft chuckle from Joe.

"You're allowed to sleep, you know? Come, lay down,"

And then he offered you his lap.

So much for taking things slow. Sure, you weren't about to deep throat him, but that was some close penis-to-face interaction you were about to get involved in.

But you were so tired.

And you really liked Joe.

So you moved, and scooted, and your head found Joe's lap. Four arms worked together to cover you with the throw blanket, and before you knew it, Joe's hand was patting your hair, and then a kiss got pressed into it before he sat back up.

His hand remained, and fingers raked, brushed and softly played and all of it made you fully relax. Turned you into putty. Made you melt into Joe's touch. Nothing was going to beat this. Ever.

It only took you a few seconds to drift away. To float. To hover in flight, the wind keeping you stationary. Somehow you felt yourself slipping away from Joe whilst simultatiously moving towards him more.

Joe made small comments about whatever you were watching, but his voice was a faraway thing that melted over you a little. You drifted and floated and hovered until you found yourself in this bubble where it was just warmth, comfortability and tingles from scalp scratches. Your thoughts went fuzzy, and you didn't think about how you always seemed to self-sabotage everything in your life. How you always pushed away whoever was trying to get close. In your bubble it was safe, and Joe was allowed inside, and nothing could hurt you in there, in Joe's hands.

Teetering on the edge of falling asleep, Joe noticed your breathing had become steady and slow, so he pulled his hand away, afraid that his touch would wake you back up. But the second his fingers stopped playing, you stirred, hummed, and then blindly reached behind your head to find it and place it back. It made Joe's chest swell. Made him think things, like he wanted this forever, like he wanted to kiss you. Cuddle you. Inhale you. Be close. Forever be close.

Joe was in trouble.

Trouble had found him in the form of a pretty girl and Joe was absolutely fucking gone for you.

You thought everything was going to change then, but it hadn't. Not at all, actually.

Then, you were convinced everything was going to change when, after a long day at the office, you really wanted to have a long bath. Just sit in a tub for an hour, submerged in hot bubbles that smelled like a Lush store. Except your flat didn't have a tub. Obviously, it didn't. So, you texted Joe.

"Am I allowed to come over and just sit in your bath for an hour?"

Joe read the message fast enough, but didn't reply quite as fast. So you followed up with,

"Nothing weird, just had a long day and want a bath but I don't have one 🥺"

And then Joe texted back, "Hurry up" along with a picture of his bathtub with the taps already running.

Joe pretended to be so normal about having you naked in his bath upstairs, all covered in bubbles, but it was so obvious that he absolutely wasn't normal about it, because he kept walking in with a different excuse each time.

The first time, he brought in a mug of tea and asked if you wanted music on.

The second time, he walked in with a handful of tealights which he placed around, lit, and then turned the big light off.

The third time, he walked in with a screwdriver in his hand, and he looked up at the ceiling. Like he was checking something that needed fixing.

"Joe,"

There wasn't anything that needed fixing.

"Nah, I think... I think it's fine," Joe concluded and he walked out again.

The fourth time, he did an insanely theatrical tip-toe walk over to one of the cabinets that he then started rummaging through.

"Joe, if you want to be in here, just, be in here, but be quiet, I'm trying to relax," you said with your eyes still closed.

Joe didn't need telling twice and immediately stepped closer and sat down next to the tub. When silence returned, you sighed deeply. This was nice. Baths were nice. So relaxing. The second you'd get a real job, you decided you'd start looking for a flat that had one.

You quickly grew uncomfortable, and when you opened one eye to peek, you saw it was because Joe had perched his chin on the ledge and was just, sort of staring at you all dreamily with an impossibly wide grin plastered on his face.

"What you thinking 'bout, Joey?" you closed your eye again and shifted a little to get more comfortable.

"Just," Joe sighed, "Just thinking about what I want,"

You had to fight off a smile.

"Oh yeah? Well... what do you want?"

You opened your eyes a smidge, just enough to see Joe's face, eyes half-lidded, biting both his lips into his mouth. You had an inkling where this was going, but Joe took his sweet time answering, so you raised your eyebrows in question to nudge him on.

He needed to say it.

"You."

Oh my God, he said it.

You thought everything was going to change then, when you grabbed Joe by his collar and pulled him into the bath, fully clothed, because you needed to kiss him. But it hadn't. It changed nothing at all.

And nothing changed when you noticed an impossibly long eyebrow hair, and straddled Joe on the sofa to pluck it. You groomed Joe, brushed his eyebrows up to check if there were more hairs that needed plucking, and Joe loved your focused little face all up close. He didn't love the plucking, but he loved how afterwards you kissed it better and he got to tickle you until you were under him and he got to kiss you on the sofa for a little bit.

And nothing changed when you slept over again, and Joe had woken up before you did and he was so stupidly in love, he could just stare at you for hours. He would trail fingers across your skin, down your arms, around your fingers, down your face and across your lips. Everything about you was so gorgeous, it gave him cute aggression, like he needed to sink his teeth into you.

And then, nothing changed when Joe watched you get ready to go to work after he had stayed over at yours for the first time. You were darting around the flat, from the bathroom to the kitchen, back into the bedroom where you did your make-up on the floor in front of your full length mirror and Joe was in bed still, perched up on an elbow, leaning to the side as he watched you.

"What?" you asked when you noticed he'd been looking at you apply your mascara.

"Where did you even come from?" Joe sighed, and you turned around to look at him a moment.

"The kitchen," you said dryly, and it made Joe laugh because, you had. You had come from the kitchen the first time Joe'd seen you.

Joe would sometimes still skip things. Call in with dumb excuses and his team had given up on asking him any further questions. They were glad he was attending more things than he had in a while, and let him have his moments of wanting to rest. Have nights in. Nights he spent with you.

And it was all good. Joe wasn't in trouble, and neither were you.

But then, everything changed when, on a Wednesday, Joe called you around lunch time and said, "Hey, you busy today?"

"I mean... am I ever?"

You both chuckled a little.

"Let me take you to this amazing cocktail place. You ever been to Savage Garden?"

"Oh, um... I don't know,"

"Their rooftop terrace is called the Pink Gin terrace, you're going to love it."

"Daytime drinking, Joe?" you sounded unsure.

"The view is amazing, it's right by the Tower of London. I'll pick you up in a bit!"

"Oh, but–"

You didn't get to finish your sentence and your face flushed with anxiety. Joe wasn't meant to be out daytime drinking. Joe wasn't meant to suggest you to go to a cocktail bar with you. Joe wasn't supposed to just... throw away his day like that.

But you couldn't come up with a good excuse to text him. Couldn't think of anything to get out of it. Couldn't tell him actually, no, you did have work to do, and maybe you could just... go drinking another time.

You couldn't go for drinks with Joe because Joe couldn't go for drinks with you.

You knew everything was about to change.

Everything changed when Joe picked you up.

Everything changed when you shared a cab.

Everything changed when Joe took up to the 12th floor.

And everything changed when Joe was about to have his first sip of his drink, but then, before he could, he lowered his glass as he looked over your shoulder and his face dropped.

Everything changed right in that moment, and it all changed for the worse.

"I'm so sorry," you started.

What was his fucking manager doing at the Pink Gin Terrace?

"What?"

"Joe, you need to know I never meant– it was all, it happened too fast, and then, you... I'm sorry, you need to know I'm so sorry," you rambled, and because you were pathetic like that, you started welling up.

"Alex?" Joe frowned.

"I had to let him know, you've got– ...it's your own film premier, Joe. You can't skip out on your own film premier... I–"

"Come on, Joe," Alex interupted, and he looked like a teacher who was about to give detention to a student he really liked. Didn't want to, but had to.

Joe moved his eyes from his manager over to you. From stern sort of sad eyes to apologetic guilty even sadder eyes.

"I'm sorry," you said again, wanted that ingrained into his head. Joe had to know you were so very sorry.

You tried to reach a hand, but Joe moved it out of your reach before he got up. He looked confused, but refused to make eyecontact before he started moving towards the exit.

"Thanks for your text," Alex then said to you. "I'll see you back at the office on Monday."

Then Joe snapped his head back to look at you.

Hurt.

It all imploded.

Everything changed.

The whole lot went south.

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[her-majesty-horiko]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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➷ ᴄɪᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴛᴀɢs - friends, village, mention of marriage, finding groom, only slight feelings mentioned, indirect kiss

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Looking down on the road where merchants walk upon to reach the market, you sigh before sitting against tree trunk.

"No good man come here today." You mumbled to yourself as you look at sky that was filled with few white clouds.

Your view was quickly cut when a white hair boy's face suddenly appear in front of you. His hair dangling towards down due to gravity as he pulled his head towards down from a branch just above you.

A shriek left your mouth at his suddenly appearance. Composing yourself with an annoyed stare you ask him what was he doing.

"Just seeing a girl who likes to stare every single man like her prey." He nonchalantly said, his head still dangling.

"W-what?" Feeling humiliated you tired to pulled his head down but he quickly pulled himself up as you stare at boy's figure casually laying against tree trunk like he just didn't humiliate you.

You grind your teeth in annoyance as you wonder why he always needs to belittle your ideology to find a suitable groom like this.

Killua Zoldyck, also known as "City Boy" by you since he is from a large city, is a sixteen years old boy who is currently staying in your village since along ago one of his ancestors do a deed for this village and every since then, this village treat someone from the family like some important guest. They even gifted a big piece of land to their family, in which's house Killua is currently staying.

(Y/N) (L/N) aka you, who is called as "Monkey Girl" by Killua since he have watch you eat lot of food and always find you on or near tree. Since in your village kids are marriage early and you're still unmarried, you are currently finding a groom for you. Something Killua looks down on.

"Don't you have anything else to do other than staring at males?"

"Don't make me sound like some pervert!"

He sure don't know best way to start a conversation.

"I am just finding a groom for myself" I said as I lay my eyes on road.

"Aren't you too young for marriage?" He said as he look towards you from above.

"Not in this village."

It was silent for a while as wind move your hair behind. Looking at the position of sun you decided it was past noon. It was time to return back to village.

You called for Killua to go and knowing you won't get any response, you quickly jump down yourself and after the while so did Killua.

You both started to walk towards your way with a little chit-chat, though it was mostly you with asking questions about the place he come from.

"Say, say so you think you can introduce me to someone from your place?" You ask him as Killua give you a strange look, like he was werid out by you but at same time was judging you.

"What's with that look?" You ask him feeling annoyed.

"Don't you ever think about something else other than marriage?"

"Of course I do. How am I supposed to adjust after marriage? How many kids do I want? What skills will I teach my daughter? And let me think on of more." You counted your list on your fingers as Killua just ask you to leave this topic.

"Why did I even bother asking that."

You both reach the market as a smell of some delicious food enter your nose, following it while drooling you reach near the stall as you feel tempted to literally just eat whole stall.

"It will be no suprise if one day you did happen to eat whole stall. I can see his possibility." He said in his usual nonchalant tone as you throw him a angry glare before man running the stall ask you if you would like to each it.

"Yes, how much it is?"

"One for thirty only."

"Huhh, aren't it way too much?"

"Well it's a new dish so I got to make as much as I can before it lost its popularity."

Feeling you can understand man's motive too you decided you will quietly but one without much bragging.

"Ten...fifteen...twenty...I only got twenty on me!" You feel your heart sink. You turn your back around and tired to check your all body, wishing from some place coins might appear magically but of course nothing appear.

Feeling disappointed on your luck you turn around and was about to told man that you will try the food some other day but then you see a hand pushed a hot food wrapped in newspaper in your hands.

"You buy this for me City Boy?" You said with stars rising in your eyes,"Well duhh! Do you think I would just give my own food to a monkey like you?" He smirked at his statement as you rise your first ready to hit him.

"Plus you would have gloomy fave for rest of day if you didn't eat it and it would be an annoying sight." He tried to tease you but this time you didn't get irritated by his words because you focus on their meaning.

"So you wanted to see me happy?"

"Huhhh." Killua feel heat rising to his face as you said those words. He even ask you how you come to such a conclusion.

"Well you say yourself you didn't want to me see sad."

"My words were different!"

"But meaning wasn't."

"Y-you. . .Ahhh whatever. Arguing with you like talking with wall anyways!" Killua state as he rubbed his template.

You didn't comment anything back too him for a while before you thank him with bright smile as Killua feel a flinch in his heart.

Deciding to eat it at some quiet you guys walk a little more before you sit down under a tree and begin to chew on the food Killua brought.

"It's so tasty!" Big stars were in your eyes as Killua stare at your silly behaviour.

"Here have a bite Killua."

"I don't want it."

"Just a bite."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

You do things without care. Killua feel like you, yourself never face a rejection that's why you're like this, so stubborn.

"This food was brought by your money so you deserved to have a bite too. Plus it's if you can't offer whole thing atleast be kind enough to give a small piece of it, my mother used to say that."

Killua remember how you live with your father's brother since he and your mother went towards your mother's home on other side of mountain but never return. Probably dead.

You look at food with sadness growing on your face but suddenly Killua snatched it and take a bite as red lines appear on your cheeks.

"What are you looking at now? I take a bite as you, aren't you happy?"

"I-I am b-but. . ." Your voice faded in between. Killua rise a brow before you bring it close to his mouth for another bite but this time you snatched it from his hand as tck formed in his head.

"So I was only allowed for one bite?" He said in angry tone as he crossed his arms.

"O-of course not!" You respond back quickly. You didn't want him to think you didn't have heart to share more and it was just formality.

"W-well you s-see. . ." You avert your eyes to avoid his stare as you build courage to say your next words.

"I see what?" He question waiting for your response. You mumbled something to yourself that Killua didn't catch on,"What?" Heat rise to your face as with a deep breath you scream your words,"IT WAS AN INDIRECT KISS IF YOU DON'T REALISED!"

And after that it was silent for a while before Killua's face explode.

"WHY DID YOU OFFER ME A BITE THEN?

"I ONLY SAY IT AND THINK YOU WITH BREAK FROM OTHER SIDE AND EAT IT."

"SO YOU ARE BLAMING THIS ON ME?"

"I AM NOT!"

And after the shouting session both you cough as your faces were still flustered.

"I think you guys didn't know about these kind of things?" Killua rub his neck as he eyed you.

"So it was on purpose then?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Don't accuse me!"

Sighing you told him how just because your village is not not influenced by modern culture doesn't mean here people don't know physical affections and all.

"But you know it's my first indirect kiss so be honoured!" You tried to get almighty and prideful but Killua's response again made you mad

"I wonder if eating a food eaten by a monkey previously have any effects on human."

"You are so rude City Boy. You know forget about when I said introduced me to someone from city cause I BET everyone is JUST like YOU!"

Poking your tongue, you munched on your food as you stare at the sky that was filled with bright rays of sun on the other hand Killua just started at sides inorder to hide his red face.

"It's not like I am affected by the fact I shared indirect kiss with that Monkey Girl. Its probably too hot today that's why my body is feeling strange.

"Hey City Boy your face is way too red, you alright?"

You brought your face closer to him as back of your hands touch his cheeks to check his temperature.

Already feeling conflicted by his previous feelings and now this. Killua just put his all blame on you.

"It's all your fault Monkey Girl!

"Eh?"

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I wonder why I write oneshots in a way like it's one part of a whole story.(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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[xgmtmdmx]

Detest - an enemies to lovers story - chapter one

So I completely forgot to post this on here but here is the first chapter of my new book

As the sister of Becky lynch a lot is expected from you , to be as good as her , to follow in her footsteps but you have always wanted to blaze your own path in the wwe. Although you might not be a wrestler anymore you did still work for the wwe as a medic , in fact you were the head medic. 

Everybody loved you , you were kind to all and always had a helping hand to lend , well except for one person , Rhea ripley, she hated you and you hated her , in fact hate isn't even a strong enough word it was detest. Ever since you had met her she just had it out for you. 

One of the closest people to you since you started working for the wwe was Finn balór , he was like a big brother to you , he taught you how to wrestle when Becky was training  aswell . (The age won't really make sense but just go with it) you were 12 and Becky was 15 , you and Becky weren't close back then because all she saw you as was her annoying little sister  but as you both got older she came to realise that you weren't actually annoying and the both of you ended up becoming really close , while continuing your thoughts you were snapped back into reality by someone calling your name 'quin' you knew exactly who it was because only one person called you by your last name 'ripley' you replied 'what can I do for you today' you ask with a fake smile   'I'm being made come here to get my arm checked' she sneers back 'being made by who? Casper' you smirk 'shut up quin, luis and fergal are outside' your head immediately rises as you hadn't seen Finn in a month because he had been away travelling , you opened the door and ushered them inside before giving Finn a huge hug 'howya little lynch' he asks while laughing , u pull away and  slap his arm 'when are you going to stop calling me that' 'never-' he was cut off by someone clearing their throat 'I still need my arm checked quin' you walk over to her and grab her arm without looking st her 'someone's in a mood today' you remark 'I'm not in a mood I just don't like dealing with you more than I have to' you scoff at her last comment 'your arm is fine u just need to rest it for a day or two' so she gets up and walks out , Damian and Finn walk over to you 'ignore her kiddo she's just stressed' 'she doesn't seem any different than usual to me' Finn puffs out a laugh as Damian cracks a smile , while Becky walks in with your niece roux 'look roux it's y/n' her head immediately shoot's up from her mothers shoulder as she sees you and starts calling your name as you walk over and take her into your arms and hug her ' my favourite human' you say 'I thought that was us' you hear someone say as liv , Raquel and Alexa walk into the medic room 'fine this is my favourite little human' you say before everyone begins chatting to eachother 

*rheas pov* 

Honestly I didn't want to be in that room any longer with her I can't stand her , she makes my blood boil and I don't understand why . She made me feel weird inside and I couldn't tell if it was good or bad from the second I met her so I decided to just avoid her as much as possible but she took that as dislike so I just played it off like it was so she would leave me alone , but the truth was it wasn't hate , I think it's intruigement?  She was just so graceful , when she walked , when she talked , her posture ,her hair , her makeup even the way she dresses . No Rhea stop u don't like her , i hate her , no hate isn't strong enough , i detest her. She knows how to test my patience in all the worst ways . The only reason we met is because w years ago I was doing an interveiw and her sister was going past and we started fighting about Tim tams and then she was looking at me and smiled when I met her eyes , her smile ignited something in me , god that damned smile I hate how it makes me feel. It just pisses me off how she got I her job in this company by Becky being her sister and Finn basically being her brother , I worked my ass off to get here and she just waltzes in and gets the head medic job. 

I was walking back to my locker room an hour later when I bump into someone 'oh sor- oh it's you' I sneer  'why are you always such a bitch' she snaps , I whip back around and grab her arms before checking if anybody is around and pinning them above her head 'what did you just say to me?' I smirk knowing I'm in control , I can hear her heart beating it's going that fast 'do I make u nervous baby?' 'No you don't scare me' 'then why is your heart beating to fast' I question 'because u look hot' I jump back in disgust letting go of her arms and walking off while I hear her laughing . Do I find her attractive ? Yes. Do I like her ? No. She's a stuck up twat who uses everyone around her to try get a better life for herself  and I won't be a person for her to leech off. She can do that to her sister for as long as she wants , not me , I don't need to be her friend 

*authors note*

HEY YALLLLL!

So this is the first chapter of detest and honestly I'm kinda proud of it , I know it's not the best but I'm still tryna get into the groove of the new book , if you are here from any of my other socials or from my other book welcome back and if you just happened to stumble across this by accident welcome  anywayssss that's chapter one I hope y'all enjoyed and continue to read these books 

I hope you have an amazing day / night 🫶

 Thé Word count is 1105

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[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER SEVEN: LAST RESORT

word count: 1.5k

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RODDIES group chat — 10 online

hongkong: who’s alive hongkong: i need help kikiki: we* kikiki: we have an important deadline hongkong: we need someone to sing hongkong: asap hwaa: dealing w children hongkong: wha? gyuday: he’s a ta hongkong: oh, right yoohoo: class yeoman: i pulled antohter allnighter yeoman: ine ed slep choosan: im meeting w a prof choosan: but i can be there in like 2 hours kikiki: no we need someone now wooah: i have to clean up the lab wooah: i blew something up wooah: again… apple: i can come! kikiki: don’t you dare kikiki: you rolled your ankle kikiki: don’t re-roll it apple: :’( issei: redoing yunho’s lab report gyuday: damn is it that bad issei: yes. gyuday: i’m not really doing anything rn kikiki: … hongkong: … gyuday: damn okay i thought you had a deadline bye hongkong: sorry sorry we really do need someone pls come down here asap

Gyuri glared at her phone before angrily grabbing her bag and leaving her apartment. The studio was on campus, which was great, but it was all the way on the other end of campus. The university did that on purpose— the far lot was the quietest, and their soundproof rooms weren’t all that great, so the less outside noise the better. Gyuri broke into a light jog to get to the studio.

She arrived right in front of the studio Mingi and Hongjoong were in, only to almost get hit in the face by Mingi opening the door.

“You couldn’t have waited for me to knock?” Gyuri held her nose.

“Sorry, Joong is just stressing out, so I’m stressing out. We kept checking for you like every ten seconds,” Mingi explained.

“Great, you’re here. Let’s start,” Hongjoong rushed them.

Before Gyuri entered the studio, Mingi had a warning for her: “When he’s working like this, he can get kind of bitchy and snap, but don’t take it personally. He’s always like this when he’s pressed for time.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I get it.”

Mingi let Gyuri in, and Hongjoong stood before her with the most intense look she had ever seen on his face. Angry wouldn’t even be the right word to describe it— it was more like motivated-determined-stressed-angry. His eyebrows were so intense as well, and Gyuri found herself with a new respect for his eyebrows and facial structure overall.

That respect vanished two seconds after Hongjoong opened his mouth and asked skeptically, “Do you even know how to read sheet music?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever recorded a song before?”

“No.”

“Ugh, okay. Can you even sing well?

“Yes.”

“…We’ll see.”

Gyuri felt her eyebrow twitch. Her first instinct was to knock Hongjoong in the head with her fist, but Mingi did warn her that he was going to be a little bitchy (although this was definitely more than just a little bitchy). She entered the booth and stood with her eyes locked on Mingi as she tried to calm down— she was not only annoyed with Hongjoong’s behavior, but also nervous as hell because this was a lot more daunting than she imagined. She could just feel Hongjoong’s judging stare burning a hole right through her. She did her best to familiarize herself with the sheet music before putting the headphones on.

“Ready?”

She shot him a thumbs up. She heard the guide start, and she sang along to the best of her ability despite this being a cold read for her. It’d been a while since she had actually sung a song (or read sheet music for that matter) and she was also super nervous about Hongjoong’s feedback. Of course, her vocation wasn’t to become a musical artist, but she just really wanted Hongjoong’s validation.

The verse ended. Gyuri took her headphones off and looked up from the sheet music to see both Mingi and Hongjoong sporting the same comical surprised expression. She nodded her head at them, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Mingi gestured for her to exit the booth, so she did.

“What is it? Did I mess it up?”

“Why the fuck haven’t you sang for us earlier?!” Hongjoong yelled at her.

“You never asked?” Gyuri was completely taken aback.

“What I meant to say is: Why the fuck do you sound like a drowning whale when we go for karaoke?!”

“I’m always drunk when we go for karaoke! Do you expect me to sing beautifully all the time?”

“Yes!” both Hongjoong and Mingi answered.

“Shut up! Let’s just get this over with,” Gyuri rolled her eyes. “What do you need me to fix?”

Hongjoong explained to Gyuri what he wanted from the first verse and the rest of the piece, and he was being considerably less bitchy, much to Gyuri’s surprise. “I know that this is probably your first time recording, so it doesn’t need to be perfect. Don’t worry too much about the minor details— I can address that with the professor later, anyway.”

Gyuri nodded and went back into the studio. Despite Hongjoong being pretty content with every verse, Gyuri really wanted to get it right, which both Hongjoong and Mingi did not have a problem with. As they stayed in the studio, a couple of their friends trickled in: first Seonghwa, then San, then Yunho, then Iseul. They all managed to wear the same comical surprised expressions that Mingi and Hongjoong displayed earlier.

“Are we good?” Gyuri asked Hongjoong.

“Yep! Everything is perfect!” Hongjoong pulled Gyuri in for a big hug. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how grateful I am. If I didn’t have this done by the end of the day, my grade would have fallen big time.”

“I’m glad I could help, but you owe me big time.”

“Dinner and drinks?”

“…That works.” Gyuri then turned to everyone in the group and said sternly, “Okay, if any of you tell Wooyoung about this, I’ll kick you in the back.”

Everyone nodded in unison. Gyuri smiled at the group and skipped out of the studio, her friends following her from behind. They all walked back to 1024UB together singing at the top of their lungs— if only Wooyoung were there, he would have had such a fun time— and got yelled at by a couple of old geezers on their way home, but this was their twenties and their college days; if they didn’t have fun now, when would they?

Thank God Wooyoung wasn’t with them that night, otherwise he definitely would have forced them to go for karaoke.  They all got to go home to their apartments and sleep early and well that night, or at least Gyuri was able to. For the first time in a long time, in 1024UB, all was calm and quiet… until the next morning.

The group chat blew up early in the morning, so Gyuri awoke to her phone constantly sounding notifications. She woke up angrily as she wasn’t able to sleep in like she wanted to and checked her phone. She didn’t even have to rub the sleep out of her eyes for her to fully wake up.

RODDIES group chat — 10 online

hongkong: guys!!! hongkong: the demo came out so well! hongkong: my professor is absolutely in love with it hongkong: here’s the link hongkong: thanks gyu you really saved my ass kikiki: joong…….. hwaa: why would you do that? yoohoo: especially when she specifically told you not to… hongkong: oh shit hongkong: shit shit shit hongkong: fuck wooah: GYU wooah: GYU wooah: GYURI wooah: GYU wooah: YOUR VOICE wooah: AMAZING!!!!!!! wooah: KARAOKE TN wooah: LET’S GO!!! kikiki: ooh joong she’s going to kill you hwaa: let’s take a moment of silence to pray for our fallen comrade yoohoo: lol F in the chat for joong kikiki: F issei: F choosan: F hwaa: F apple: F yeoman: F wooah: come on guys!!! it’ll be fun!!! wooah: omg next rod party we should do a singing comp wooah: OMG PLS LETS DO IT gyuday: HONGJOONG I AM GOING TO KILL YOU kikiki: we gather here today in remembrance of our friend, hongjoong hongkong: OH MY GOD GYURI I AM SO SORRY PLEASE hongkong: I TOTALLY FORGOT hongkong: I JUST WANTED TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT AN AMAZING JOB I DID kikiki: we* hongkong: okay yeah we kikiki: actually i don’t want to be “we” bc i did nothing to upset gyu issei: joong you have about 3 mins before gyu breaks down your door issei: i tried stopping her but she’s too strong

Gyuri got to the apartment right as Iseul’s texts were sent in the group chat. She punched in the numbers to Hongjoong’s apartment and slammed the door open. She didn’t even have to look for him for too long because she saw his hair disappear behind the couch. Cracking her knuckles and tying up her hair, she stomped over to his hiding spot behind the couch. This time, the scream that shook the building to its core emitted from Hongjoong.

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[asmrtist-brainrot]

Hii not sure if ur interested, but could I request Abul x reader x Abul’s family (platonic!) headcanons? Just the reader slowly creeping into their hearts and abul’s family slowly starting to accept them as part of the family? (nothing is more powerful than making ur boyfriend’s family love you more); imagine that, at one point, Alrick (grandpa) and celestia (mom) start protecting YN from others questioning abul’s relationship w/ them (if it's in a negative view)

It's already sort of a well-known "secret" that Abul is very fond of his partner soooo...

Gender Neutral! Reader

~ Dari

Platonic! Royal Dragon Family + Abul X Reader

Alrick is somewhat of an old fashioned, slightly pompous ass to most and held onto a lot of the views that he felt kept him safe...

but he still loved his son and so loved his grandson and he learned to also love the person, the human, that his grandson loves too

you sort of wore him down, holding that same fire and spirit that your own grandmother held

soft and gentle and bright, you reminded him so much of his loving son

Abul lowkey started getting suspicious when Alrick started having you do some "paperwork" with him and worries if he's just drinking insecurities in you or plotting to make you leave him

and essentially bursts in on one of these times to see that you were in fact helping with papers but also having tea and a chat, even seening Alrick full on belly laugh at one of your cheeky quips.

... struck dumb until you chirp for him to join you both, Alrick gives him the evil eye about it thoigh and gruffly tells Abul later not to interrupt his time bonding with his future in-law

Abul needs time to reboot after that but is very relieved to see that he's softened up

Alrick is terribly protective of you now, a looming force that simply bashes away any opinions of nobles because fuck them all, he's the strongest and will make them love you as much as he does

Celestia knew what you were to her son when she first saw how he looked at you and it just made her so happy to see him breaking tradition because he loved someone so much

she also already loved you after she figured out what type of person you were

... You did remind her a lot of her late husband, they weren't really in love but she still loved him as the father of their children and respected him as the good man he was

and OOH, you were just darling! such a cheerful and playful thing - she's gotten so sick of the uptight stiffs that you were someone she feels like she can let loose around

she lowkey pesters Abul about when he'll propose because she's been dying to plan a wedding

Kass, not long after meeting you and finding out you were her brother's partner, was over the moon

she was brimming with delight after finding out you were such a sweetheart, practically dragging you away from your chores or her brother to go and explore with her - much to Abul's chagrin

often cracks jokes about "how did someone like you end up with my oaf of a brother?"

she pouts when you defend him but quickly bounces back to pride that you loved him so much

Kass appoved of you the minute she figured out how deep your feelings were and just feels at ease around you

you don't judge her for anything and yes, that includes being a bit of a gossip - she loves spilling about the messy things surrounding the nobles

ya'll know she has the hottest tea around

she's also real amused you managed to get into Alrick's good graces too

Abul thought it couldn't get any weirder until he found out his stepbrother was making nice with you, it also annoys him a bit because he was such a prick but the minute you're in the room - he's just sooo nice

Bren and you were essentially already best buds after you both started working together, you were happy to show him the ropes and defend him if necessary

it strange for him to have someone to defend him so readily, so... he adores you and the both you play board games and read together

even after his royal attachment to the dragon family was revealed, you still treated him like the pair of you were friends all your lives

but now, you happily call him your brother

he felt welcome long before he was revealed to be related and he had you to thank for that

#dari writes #request asks #siren's son asmr #king abul #abul x reader #gender neutral reader #headcanons #platonic #bren aquinas

[lyon-amore]

What if…? Duskwood Chapter 11

Chapter 10 ————————————————————————————-  

*Macie POV*

 When I got back from work, Aiden asked me if I see the messages from him. I didn't even know that I had received messages from him.    "Wait a minute..." I try to remember what happened, I found Jake a little weird...    <<So you're interested in me, huh?>>     I don't know why, but the conversation we've had about parkour has been… It seemed to me… I blush at the thought of how ridiculous I sound. Jake still hasn't fully opened up to me, which makes him not fully trust me yet. I wonder if he's in trouble.    “And could I help you, Jake?” I wonder, looking at his profile picture, “Besides Hannah, do you need me too?     I can tell something's up, but I'm not that much of a guess. Years of not using intuition has made it a bit rusty.    "Will you come to trust me so much that you can tell me about it?"

Having breakfast I manage to find a photo of a drawing of a crow in a tree. I send it to Jake, smiling, knowing that I'll be able to see him today too. If there's one thing I know, it's that I don't like getting into other people's problems, but if that problem was about obtaining information, then I couldn't do anything. The problem? That maybe Cleo had gone too far asking Phil Hawkins about Hannah. His response about Hannah being “one of those” made me mad at him. But of course… I don't know Hannah and even if everyone spoke of her as a saint, who knows if she really wasn't? I don't know her personally and well… I don't have an opinion about her to know if she is as they say. Best to keep my personal opinion on this. I ask Richy to talk to Phil about what happened since Jessy and Cleo have argued over it. Meanwhile, on the other side of the chat, I read how Dan tries to make it up to Jessy for not going to the bar on the first day of work with dinner at her favorite restaurant. I think Hannah's job was to keep the group together, because from what I see, they don't stop arguing.    "Why do I feel like a babysitter?" I wonder planting my head on the desk.    “Someone bothering you?” Aiden approaches from behind. Unlike Jake, I have managed to hear his footsteps.    "Problems between friends" I answered without giving it much importance ", never choose a side, it's better to stay neutral."    "Sounds kind of annoying," he tells me, sitting down at my table. "Why do you have friends who fight?"    "There's been a bit of tension lately, don't worry."    "As long as they don't get you in trouble, I think I'll be cool." He really tries. He has a nice smile, but it doesn't quite match Jake's. "You okay? You have turned red."    "Oh! Maybe it's because your smile has impressed me." I lie, I thought of Jake.     He blushes letting out a laugh, but nervous. He looks like he has worked. I just hope it doesn't make me look like a horrible woman.    “Do you want to eat together today?” His voice is tender in the ear. He is totally the typical love interest of any Disney Channel movie.    "I'll see if I can Aiden " I answered, placing my desk a little ", lately I have a lot of work and at lunchtime I focus on getting ahead of a little work."    "You should rest a bit" he sighs, shaking his head ", it's not good to accumulate so much work."    "Thank you for worrying."     At the moment I'm fine, I don't need to rest Today Jake is wearing a black T-shirt and that's when I realize that it seems to be special sports shirts. I guess he wears them for when he sweats running, would make sense.    "I brought dessert this time." I say taking everything out of the bag. "But this time I didn't do it, I still haven't learned how to make desserts and I think… Well, it's better that I never do it."    "You don't know how to cook sweets?" Jake asks me as he leans against the counter.    "No, I would probably eat half the ingredients before starting."     He chuckles and I smile at him.    “I don't think it's good to eat too much sugar.” he says with a sigh.    "Well, it's not good to have too much caffeine either." I countered.     He rolls his eyes with an annoyed noise and I laugh. We are both equal in addictions.    "I know what the photo is," I say, leaving him heating up the food. "It is the sing of the raven."    "Does that have something to do with the legend that you mentioned?"    "I’m actually sure of it."    "I am going to sit back on this one and put in your hands."     Mister 'I don't like legends' leaves me with the job, perfect.    "I appreciate that."    "I would suggest showing the picture to your friends."    "I know what to do."    "Ok, very well then."     I pick up my phone and hit the 'Legends of Duskwood' group, sending the photo to Jessy and Richy to discuss the photo. *Jake POV* 

The fact that she likes legends is a point in favor that she can see everything from two different perspectives. I read the conversation while I eat. The friendship between Jessy and Macie seems good, she has done well to get someone in the group to have good confidence, and with her she can get information from her. Richy seems a little skeptical of her, I was a little annoyed that he said he liked Macie and she told him that she likes her, why did he do it? It doesn't seem like she shows interest in him, rather the opposite. 

Macie looks focused as she talks on the phone, her expression distracting me from the screen. Also, she gets so distracted talking that she still hasn't eaten.    "Your food is going to get cold." I say somewhat worried.    “Yes, daddy."     I nearly choked on my food hearing it. I see how she smiles without looking up from the screen, she really likes to make me nervous.  I see Richy's last words, that the image has been achieved thanks to me. It seems rather doubtful about my involvement in all this.    "He really doesn't like you" Macie looks at me somewhat uncomfortable "I'm so sorry..."    "Well, I'm not interested in being his friend either, I'm just investigating Hannah's disappearance," I reply without much importance. "It's also not like I like Richard too."    "Richard?"    "That's his name."    "Well, yes, but…" I see her make faces, as if she were holding back her laughter.    "What's the matter?"    “No, nothing."     I watch her trying to figure out what she's thinking. It's hard for me, but has she noticed? Will she know that upset me?    "Cat or dog?" she asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts.     I imagine she does it to get information about me. Likewise, I have never had the opportunity to have pets, so I cannot answer in a specific way.    “I guess cats.” I reply.    "Let me guess, because you wouldn't have to leave the house and be on the computer all the time?" She laughs.    "I could also say dogs and thus race the two of us together."    "Oh, how cute..."    "I know what you're trying to do," I point at her with the cutlery and she blinks, "you love to ask me unimportant questions and then get information out of me."     Her smile is mischievous. I think I did wrong to say it.    "Do you pay attention to my methods?"    "I pay attention to everything you do." I answered quickly.     Why did I say that? Maybe she'll think I'm weird. Macie doesn't answer me, on the contrary, I see a slight blush on her cheeks and she continues eating in silence. I walk her to the door when we finish eating dessert. Macie puts her hand on the doorknob, but she looks at me before leaving.    “Favorite movie?” she asks me.    “What?”    “I'm not asking you something personal, Jake.” she tells me, annoyed ”Favorite movie.”     I keep thinking for a moment. There are several movies that I like, now I don't know how to choose one.    “I don't have any in particular.” I says, still thinking. ”Let's say 'Legend' works for you?”    “'Legend', written down” She laughs ”, a bit ironic, don't you think?”    "Will you ever stop laughing at me?"    “I'm not laughing at you, I find it funny” I sigh bringing my hand to my face and she continues ”The man who doesn't believe in legends, like the movie 'Legend'.”    "They're clearly two different things," I replied, crossing my arms. "Why do you want to know?"    "Nothing." Her smile of hers makes me feel warmth through my body.     I control myself not to tell her to stay a little longer. I know that she has a life behind this apartment.    “See you soon Macie.” I say finally, squeezing my hand tight.    "See you soon, Jake." She opens the door, walking out with a smile.     The house is silent without her. I shouldn't get used to this, but the more I think about her, the more I want her to stay. She would never accept me if she knew the truth.

 I look at all the clues so far, trying to come up with my own theories, but the more I think about it, the more my thoughts end up with her.

I imagine her writing new tracks, I can't read them, but when she turns around, she flashes me a smile. When she leaves, it is the smell of her perfume that stays. She makes it worse. She makes me drunk. She makes me unable to get her out of my head. It's like a spell, as ridiculous as it sounds since I don't believe in such nonsense, but it's like she has a spell on me. It's strange, despite the fact that I already had a girlfriend in the past, this feeling is totally different. As if she has completely gotten inside me and I can't let go or rather, I don't want to. But I know that one day I will have to.    << It does not work. It would not work. It will never work>>     These are the rules I tell myself to remind myself not to think about Macie.

 Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work.   As night falls, I see a chat jump between Jessy and Macie. I hope there is new information. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 

Jessy Aaah, I need urgently your help 😩

 Macie Now? I was watching a movie 🥺

 Jessy Please  🙏

 Macie Ok Jessy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 She sends her two photos of her in different clothes and I find out it's for her date with Dan.

 I get more upset when Jessica tells her to have a virtual date, what is she about? Macie doesn't seem to want to because of how he responds, but she agrees to talk to her if she doesn't want to go out with the guy she's dating. It doesn't seem like Jessica knows about personal space even on the phone. Macie takes time to answer because she's watching the movie, I wonder what she's watching.    "It won't be… ” I'm tempted to activate her rear cell phone camera and see if it's the one I told her this afternoon.     I watch the program for a while. No... I respect her privacy. If Macie finds out that I've also been spying on her on camera, I'll lose all her trust and she might hate me. Later she has another conversation with Dan. Another one who wants to ask Macie out for a drink. Why is everyone so interested in her now? Just because Jessica stood you up doesn't mean you have to replace her, Daniel and in your drunken state, I wouldn't let you near her.    <<Well, it's Macie who should decide, right?>> 

The conversation continues and Macie manages to get him to talk. Apparently Thomas thinks Hannah was cheating on him with someone who gave her a bracelet with the initials J.H. I smiled proudly as he read the initials.    "Jessica Hawkins." Part of me is wishing she was the kidnapper, it's too suspicious of her, her behavior so friendly with Macie. I'm sure she's hiding something. She is our culprit. "You can't hide anymore, we got you." 

And this desire for Jessica to be the kidnapper isn't fueled by jealousy.

Chapter 12 

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #everbyte #everbyte studio

[jewwyfeesh]

Tasty Travels - An Unexpected Journey 4

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Suou Tsukasa, Tsukinaga Leo, Sena Izumi, Sakuma Ritsu, Narukami Arashi

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Ritsu: But it’s okay, because everyone will be with you, working hard to overcome these difficulties together~ After all, we are the King’s knights.

Translator's Notes: [1] 美味指挥棒 (original CN term) was used as a blanket term to refer to the biscuit sticks (pocky/pretz etc). As such, I decided to use a tl of the original term instead of mentioning either brands. 美味 - tasty/delicious, 指挥棒 - baton (conductor's baton)

Season: Summer Location: Cafe

<After the publicity tour has concluded>

Leo: Everyone! Good work today! We’ve distributed all of our promotional materials!

Oh! I just remembered! Can someone lend me their phone? I needa make a phone call to Oba-chan to confirm some things!

Ritsu: Ah, he ran off the second he got his paws on my phone~ In times like these, it really feels like Tsukipi hasn’t changed one bit.

Though, while we were distributing taste testers earlier on, the charm that Nacchan exuded ended up attracting a lot of people~ Many people asked for your autograph despite not knowing that you’re Narukami Arashi from Knights~

Arashi: Fufu, I myself didn’t expect to be so popular, either. My wrists are a little sore from all that signing and distributing the taste testers.

Izumi: Ugh, seriously… Not long after we started distribution, Leo-kun said inspiration’s flowing and sprawled all over the table to compose, turning a deaf ear to everyone else…

The bunch of us had to pick up the slack. Ugh, sooooo~ annoying.

Tsukasa: That’s what I’m saying… the one who accepted this job was Leo-senpai, so how did I become the one responsible for hosting the Event and maintaining order after it started?

Not to mention, the Speed at which they were distributed was simply too quick. I haven’t had the time to evaluate the flavour of each ‘Delicious Baton’[1]… I had even wanted to suggest that Seishou Hall procure some…

Ritsu: Well, this is a King’s duty. Besides, you’ve also been running after the juniors as of late, right, Suu~chan? It’s hard work all around~

But it’s okay, because everyone will be with you, working hard to overcome these difficulties together~ Because after all, we are the King’s knights.

Arashi: My my, I feel like perhaps Leo-kun did this in hopes of training you some. Even though it looks like he’s acting on a whim, the truth is that he’s already transferred the leadership to the hardworking Tsukasa-chan.

And to see everyone gather round and have a lighthearted chat for non work related reasons… why, it makes me feel rather nostalgic ♪

Izumi: Hold on… speaking of gatherings, has anyone seen Leo-kun?

Ritsu: Eh? He said something about calling Aoba Onii-chan earlier on, but no one’s seen head or tails of him since.

Tsukasa: Seniors, look out the window! That’s the car we arrived in, isn’t it?! Surely Leo-senpai didn’t forget that the rest of us are still sitting here in the cafe, and drove off without us… right?!

Izumi: What?! If I’d known earlier, I would’ve just tied him down to the chair straightaway, with no means of escape!

Tsukasa: There’s no use feeling regretful now… In any case, we need to go after him immediately.

Arashi: Eh?? W-wait a minute… Do I need to come along?

Ritsu: Nacchan, looking at how things are unfolding… our assistance in chasing that errant car is definitely needed. Haha~ he’s forever doing stupid things like this.

Translator's Notes: [1] 美味指挥棒 (original CN term) was used as a blanket term to refer to the biscuit sticks (pocky/pretz etc). As such, I decided to use a tl of the original term instead of mentioning either brands. 美味 - tasty/delicious, 指挥棒 - baton (conductor's baton)

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[boralogues]

i should be doing japanese hw but whatever i managed a 100% on a written test last year ill be fine. anyways, hc's about candi! this time just general relationships w the others >:) Joe- pretty chill. she understands that joe doesn't want to talk to her, or anyone besides bora, and doesn't mind. the two just kinda chill around eachother and bond over a shared dislike of zubin. she tries to help him if he needs it

Zubes- very complicated. y'know how i said she really hates zubin. well she kinda doesn't. she's more upset at her situation and that zubes got her stuck there in the first place, than at him for being the way he is. candi doesn't really talk if he's in the room, but will say a few things. she's very vocal about her frustration and dislike of the situation. she just needs a target for her frustration and it happened to be zubes. she doesn't actually hate him deep down

Andy- neutral. doesn't really mind him, but doesn't know why he likes zubin so much. she has to ask him for most things, since he's the only one who can get them. sometimes, if he bites candi, she freaks out but now she doesn't rlly mind since it happens a fair bit. (also whats with the goop coming off of him in all of that art he's in? i just wanna know what it is)

Rob- concern and confusion, but also friends. really worried and confused as to why he's always crying, but understands it may be something she can't influence or control. she's a pretty good therapist when she wants to be, and just kinda makes sure rob isn't going too badly. she'll talk to him a fair bit since he always wants to talk to joe, and gets denied every time.

Ross- doesn't really know him. ross is by himself, playing the drums most of the time, so candi doesn't really see him all that often. he was her favourite band member before they went all obsessive over MK+A, so is a bit annoyed she doesn't see him more, but she keeps it to herself and understands he might not want to talk to her or the others.

Bora- friends. candi thinks bora is cool. they talk a lot about random stuff they like. idk why but i think bora is good at cooking stuff, so candi might take lessons from him sometimes. she often babysits some of his rats if he can't carry them around or is busy preforming.

Steve- Pretty good friends. candi and steve get along really well, like casey and steve do, since candi's also on the quiet side, and is pretty accommodating for steve's needs. she thinks he's basically just a house cat, but that it's very entertaining. sometimes he'll just be sitting somewhere weird and candi wont mind. she's prolly trying to learn sign language or something similar to more easily communicate with him. she probably vents to him a lot bur feels bad for it

casey- probably the most healthy relationship in the au. casey and candi are both in the same boat, struggling with a lot of the same stuff. the two spend a lot of time chatting, doing random stuff, or being eachother's therapists. candi's got a lot of pent up frustration and sadness, and they only feel comfortable sharing it with casey and steve. they probably have a kindof family dynamic, like cousins or older brother/younger sister relationship since there'd be an age gap. candi is most like their pre-death self around casey.

Ryan- mysterious. seen him like, twice, maybe. thinks he's chill though, but gets scared when he just shows up like "hey lmao wanna check out this letter i got?" all of a sudden

misc head cannons:

candi is biromantic/ace bcz why not. if u gave her a hug she'd be really thankful, the poor girl needs therapy asap. she probably likes hugs a lot, but if someone just suddenly hugged her she'd just be like "wtf get away from me" before realising "damn i rlly needed this" and crying a lot. her hugs are super comforting, but a bit short. she hates sudden loud noises, like slamming doors or sirens, in fact she just hates anything happening without warning. she's super jumpy and gets anxious a lot, and copes by fiddling with whatever she has on her, or just by fiddling with her hoodie. her right eye is a little blurry from the scar over it, but it's not enough to need contacts/glasses. (sorry this is so long lol im hyper fixating on this stuff and im going thru art block but a sudden writing unblock so yh lmao. i might draw the others in the au soon, but i have a swimming carnival soon since im aussie and its still summer and a bunch of tests coming up. anyways, if u have any hc's please do share them im rlly interested in what u think :D)

Joe could totally relate w the zubin&Andy relationship. He Dislikes zubin and doesn't really understand why Andy likes him so much HSHFHD Joe and Candi would def bond over that and Joe would give understanding nods in response to Candis vents abt Zubin.

Oh yeah Andy is a biter HDJDHDHD he will bite anyone who talks to Zubin (especially if him and Zubin were in a convo and were suddenly interrupted) or anyone who doesn't rlly like Zubin (Joe avoids Andy for the most part) and the goop is just goop!!! He's just a melty boy idrk why I made his design like that but I've been drawing two wuv Andy like that since 2018 :p

Awww yeah :( I love the Rob relationship, that is very real Rob will almost all of the time just be like "oh haha okay cool I'm gonna find Joe" and just walk away 😭

AW OMFG I love the idea of Candi taking care/babysitting Boras rats that is so cute 🫶🫶!!!!

Love the family dynamic with Steve/Casey/Candi that is so real :)) they'd def hang out a lot upstairs in the two wuv house (most of them live downstairs) and spend a lot of time venting to each other or chatting about random stuff :)) I think that is very sweet <3

Candi being scared by loud noises is so real I get it. She'd def ask Andy if he can go get her earplugs or like headphones, something to dull the loud noises in the house (Andy eventually is able to steal earplugs from some hunters in the woods)

That's all okay !!!!! I love reading ur headcanons n stuff abt ur oc it's so sick that ppl r so interested in my au it makes me so happy ^w^!!!!! Ooh good luck w ur tests !!! BTW so sorry about how late I responded to this, I've been really busy with midterm (I just finished writing a 4 page paper. Someone get me outta here!!!!!) But it's spring break now so I should reply faster :))

#THANK U AGAIN UGH THIS IS SO COOL im def going to draw Candi interacting w the rest of the band soon :) #and it should be digital hehe #ask #two wuv #two wuv au #long post

[funkymbtifiction]

Hope you’re having a great day charity! I’ve been having some difficulties or something lately and I’ve been feeling a bit lonely for some reason. Maybe I’m drifting into infer si but I have been reminiscing about how I miss talking to my brother and playing with my dog because they both moved away from me. At first it didn’t hit me when it happened but that’s not even all my best friend would always tell me to hang w her and we always chit chat on the phone almost everyday and seems to be getting distant and I’m not sure if I’m upset about it or if that’s why I’ve been feeling a bit down lately. I miss bragging to my brother about things that I would do just to get some type of approval or even from my best friend and it doesn’t seem like I’ve been getting approval from her like I use to. My co worker is leaving my job soon and at first I didn’t really mind but now that she’s leaving so soon i think im going to be bored without her since our managers and majority of our co workers are virtual. I’ve just been feeling extremely bored for some reason even though I do go out sometimes but it’s like there’s something missing and it feels like anxiety also with thinking someone is annoyed with me and not knowing if should keep on pursuing them or back off and eventually I go ghost. I’m doing great in school so far and have a great job but it’s not enough for whatever reason. I feel like I want everything back to the way it use to because I don’t have anything to distract myself with since I’m thinking about unnecessary things while doing homework or even at work. I’m not sure why I’ve been feeling like this lately and I don’t want to feel this.

It's a combination of 7 frustration (nothing is as it should be / is ideal) and low Si longing to hold onto things that are gone. I experience this on a regular basis. The solution is to endure it -- or find something new to think about and focus on that keeps you moving forward. (Make new friends, get obsessed with a new topic, listen to new music, watch new movies, read new books, search out new content.) It's also because you're an ENTP and not sure of how to deal with and process your feelings about people moving away from you -- you need to open up and talk about it in order to get it out into the open and deal with it. You also, as a 7, need to accept that ... sometimes, you are going to feel lonely, sad, abandoned, or not know what to do, and that is a natural part of life. Naming your feelings (sadness, nostalgia, etc) can sometimes help, but ultimately you have to realize that you can't recapture things that are now "gone" or "different."

As regards your constant need to impress or receive affirmation, this is your chance to mature Fe and think about how you can enrich another person's life through being thoughtful or learning more about them, rather than constantly seeking something from them. ETP 7s can sometimes be "a lot" for other types to deal with, especially if you are fishing for compliments and approval all the time. Instead of "look at me!" ... think, "look at them, what can I give them?" (My time, attention, encouragement, support, protection, time, energy, etc.)

You might also focus on the things in your life that you can work on and improve, rather than the things over which you have no control; if you are lonely, how can you make friends? if you are feeling nostalgic, what are you going to do about it? if you are bored, how can you get energized?

I'm also bored right now. I'm tired of doing most of the things I have done for years. But I haven't yet found anything else to replace them with, leaving me with a lot of free time and nothing to fill it with. I am hoping that by wandering around the internet, I will stumble on something interesting enough to absorb me.. but so far no luck.

#question #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 7

[altschmerzes]

first let me say that i adore your writing; i've read your TL fic so many times. it's the reason i'd love your opinion. i'm working on my own fic and it's my first multi-chapter work. i'm debating whether to post what i have or wait until it's complete. on one hand, i'm worried it i post it in progress, people will get annoyed or lose interest if i take too long between chapters. on the other, i'm so so excited about this and just really want to share it and get feedback. as someone with multiple wips, what made you decide to post? have you found most people are kind about waiting for updates? is there a tipping point for you when you decide that NOW you have enough done to start posting? i know everyone's different, but i'd really love your take on what works for you. <3

ahhhhhh you are so sweet i'm so???? thank you so much i'm so flattered both that you enjoy my fic that much and also that you value my opinion on this sorta thing

SO let's see. this is tricky because i am a simple beast and i have a great degree of difficulty resisting the instant gratification urge of Post It As Soon As It Is Written, To Hell With Restraint. but i so totally get all the same concerns that you have here.

the vast, overwhelming majority of people are absolutely positively indescribably lovely in waiting for updates. i've had a few people get rude with me about it but interestingly enough the people who've gotten weirdly demanding or impatient have mostly done so within a pretty short time of having posted a chapter? so many more people are exactly the opposite - wanting to be encouraging and express interest in the continuing story but also being really clear about not wanting to be impatient or pressuring. it's absolutely wonderful, especially since i've got a couple of fics i haven't updated in about one million years, though i am still actively working on and intending to finish all of them.

at the end of the day, the best answer is gonna be what works for you and your schedule and is able to keep your interest level up at the same time! your interest and investment in your own work is so much more important than a reader's for so many reasons - and if that means you gotta post what you've got when you've got it to enjoy The Thrill Of Posting, and then have a long break between chapters, so be it! but i also totally get how the opposite can be true - how posting right away no matter what can be disheartening because then you get stuck and have no runway.

so my genuine, sincere advice is: post when you have stuff ready to post WITH the caveat that planning ahead is extremely helpful and has been vitally necessary to me in posting wips and then continuing to work on and udpate them. not necessarily in writing out everything ahead of time fully, but in planning it, outlining if that's your bag, at least listing a sense of like. what your chapters are going to probably be, and where in the arc of the story you are. sometimes this changes - it does for me a lot - like when a thing needs more space to breathe or you suddenly realize you have a character with a subplot that needs some attention or resolution, but having that scaffolding to work with has been indispensable to me. my 'tipping point' as you put it at this stage is when i have a full and complete first chapter, usually a couple more scenes down the road written out, and a good idea of the shape and size of the story. with bigger projects, i usually try to build up more before i post, with varying levels of success XD.

also, having buddies to bounce ideas with and encourage you and get jazzed for your writing is another huge plus. i can't more highly recommend it, and i love to chat about people's work so my door's always open for that (feel free to ask for my discord as well!). this is especially helpful when you start getting down about feeling like you haven't updated soon enough or w/e - having friends to remind you that this is first and foremost about joy and having joy in creating is everything.

good luck with your fic, that's huge and so exciting!!!

#long post #gav gab #gav answers

[fumikomiyasaki]

😍- for Ivy and April!

💄- For Yasuno and Victoria!

Kiss Symbols

😍 – a first kiss

She fumbled nervous with her fingers as her brother stood behind her... April was hesitant... after all she had a crush on Ivy for a while... chatting with her a lot about plants and flowers. The main thing that drove her away from confessing was feeling unworthy... she was just a demon... and never found herself desirable to any girl she fell for... however Julian was tired of her whiling up in self misery and so supported her to confess.

“Julian I... I can’t do this.”

“Sis... you told me tons of time how much you love her... stop being a bitch and get to it. Right now is the perfect opportunity, she is alone and you got your flower.”

April clinged onto the pink rose in her hand and got up... she nodded at him and walked out.

Hesitantly she held out the pink rose before Ivy, her face struck red and a little worried.

“Ivy.... w-would you... um... would you like to be my girlfriend?”

She was surprised for sure and took the flower out of Aprils hand smelling it... before putting it in Aprils hair.

“It would look much better on you but... yes I would like to... I actually did like you for a while as well.”

It was like a shock to April but still on instinct she moved in for a small kiss on her lips.... just to be flustered and hide her face.

“I umm... I will be there tomorrow... I need to calm my heart first.”

And so April quickly ran away in emberassment and her brother tried to calm her down later.

💄 – a lipstick kiss

Yasuno was swift to catch Victoria after classes... leading her away from the crowd and pulling her back to a secluded tree in the courtyard.

“What do you want, Yasuno?”

“What? Aren’t you happy your boyfriend came all this way to see you? And why are you wearing lipstick without me being here... trying to catch eyes of someone else?”

“N-no... I just thought it would look good on me.”

“It really does but... I would like you saving your beauty for me.”

He quickly pulled her close and smirked.

“Well how about you give me some stains then? I wouldn’t mind keeping them.”

“Urgh you really are annoying sometimes.”

Eventually both exchanged some kisses with one another... he was soon covered in some lipstick stains and smiled more calmer at her.

“You made me very happy with this, my dear... How about we can be a little more closer while I am here?”

“Then follow me for now.”

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[rpsense]

hi my loves , i have a confession i can't really express ! i feel like it's so hard for me to stay in rps w discord 😭 not that i hate it , tbh i think it's pretty helpful ?? but even when the admins say it's optional i feel like things get cliquey soooo fast. i hate it bc it feels like if i'm not active in the ooc chat 24/7 i miss so much ?? and idk it's not really anyone's fault but has made rping so much harder nowadays. :'( i'm not super social ooc , i mainly like writing and make a few friends , so i feel a sense of online social anxiety if that makes sense ??

that makes sense, i too have social anxiety! it's easy to assume things will be cliquey when you notice people know each other in the ooc chat, but i've come to accept that it's inevitable, especially in this rpc where so much group hopping is happening and rps aren't long lived! people with similar interests will migrate to the same groups. all i can tell you is, put yourself out there! don't think about things too deeply. i do that and usually get good results. you don't need to be active in the ooc chat 24/7, i know i am not, but connecting with others ooc is the best way to flesh out plots in the future. also, maybe smaller groups would work better for you, and that's okay! big groups can make everything seem that much harder. - x

also i wanna just add <3 i struggle with this a lot too and it really messes up my muse to actually write out interesting plots. i wish there was a way to kinda keep rp-ing on discord without there being the whole ooc aspect of like a chat ??? because it does feel like you have to keep up with it or talk to people to actually get anything fun ic ( which is annoying bc my muses have more to offer than i do ? pls KJNDKFJN ) but i will say one thing that helps me a lot is dragging a friend in there. that way if u talk to each other in the ooc chat ppl might jump in add things etc and it's easier to like .. throw yourself into the ooc part of the rp too if that makes sense. it's helped me a lot tbh !! esp w the social anxiety part bc ur already at ease with ur friend. or if u see someone reacting to stuff happening in the rp .. just join in with a few comments here n there ! getting it started can be tough but once you're doing it it makes the whole rp experience sm better <3 & you'll probably make new friends you can talk to in other groups !! - o

#rph #rpt #and stop group hopping smh