#im away from home for a couple of days so I can't write or make anything yet

[heeliopheelia]

"there's nothing i'd change about you. i love every single part of you" (niki x reader)

genre: fluff, comfort fic word count: 0.6k requested by @im-yn-suckers ♡

a/n: i felt like writing something lighter tonight so here we go with kinda reversed comfort fic!! i'm working on the next hee drabble as i'm posting this one, so if everything goes well i'll finish the 1k event this week!!

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A frown makes it way on your face as you check the clock and realize it's been fifteen minutes since your boyfriend's finished his shower. He's been in a foul mood ever since he's come back home, visibly exhausted and irked by every smallest thing on his way. He spat some harsh words at you too, but the instant regret flashing in his eyes each time let you know that he didn't mean them at all.

So you did your best to give him the much needed space, knowing that nothing helps him clear his head more than some time alone, but after such a long time of absolute silence coming from across the hall, you can't help but feel slightly worried.

You call out to him softly and when you get nothing in response, you make your way into the bathroom where Riki is. You tilt the door open and take a peak inside the steamy room, only to feel your heart dropping at the sight of your boyfriend slouching in front of the mirror, hands braced on each side of the sink as his head is hanging lowly, eyelids squeezed shut.

Your eyes soften immediately at the miserable sight and without a shadow of hesitation, you walk towards him.

"You okay, babe?" You put on your most comforting tone as you wrap your arms around his torso from behind. "You've been beating yourself up for a while now, hm? Tell me what's on your mind, handsome?"

"It's just–," he cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his face. "I know I can be a lot sometimes. And I'm sorry that you have to deal with all of that so often. You must be tired of this shit by now."

You frown slightly, pulling your head away slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder blade.

"Hey, don't say stuff like that. It's okay, everyone lets their emotions unleash from time to time, it's normal. Would be hard for one to stay perfect all the time," you hum quietly, squeezing his waist a little tighter. "But there's nothing I'd change about you anyway. I love every single part of you. Especially the parts that you love about yourself the least."

Riki breathes out a heavy sigh and finally lets himself relax into you a little bit as the guard that he's kept so high up absolutely crumbles. You can see how exhausted he looks now, the usual playful glimmer abandoned his now nearly dull eyes couple days ago. You slip your hands underneath his shirt and run your warm hands over his abdomen in hopes of bringing him some source of comfort.

"I could never get tired of you," you let out a quiet whisper after another moment of silence, and rest your cheek on his back. "Just because you're not smiling and laughing all day long doesn't mean you're suddenly undeserving of my love, Riki. I love you just as much as I did last week – if not even more."

At that, your boyfriend finally pushes himself off the counter and turns around to draw you in closely into his arms. Leaning down, he buries his face in your hair and holds you tightly as his head buzzes with all the love he carries for you.

"Thank you," he murmurs, hand caressing your hair gently, "for always being here. You're my little angel, you know that, don't you?"

You hum quietly and raise to your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "And I'll always stay here. And you will start trying to let me in a little more, okay? It's you and me against the problem – not you against me. Promise me?"

Riki looks at your outstretched pinky finger for couple seconds before intertwining it with his and lifting it up to his lips to seal the pledge with a kiss.

"I promise."

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[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx​​​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva​​​​​​💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe​​​​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N. 

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal. 

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park 

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?  

Added Color || @bangtansmaus​💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts friends with benefits au #bts fic recs #bts recs

[hjparisian]

you're losing me pt. II- theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x gn! reader w: angst (sorry not sorry), slight cussing summary: (Y/N) is coping with their fight with Theodore, but an unwanted conversation reveals more than (Y/N) expected. a/n: the long awaited part two, thank you all for being patient and for all the love you gave to part one. can't believe it took me this long to get part two out and im so sorry but i had trouble writing and coming up with ideas

Winter break had felt like the longest and worst couple weeks to (Y/N) ever. All they really did was sat in their room, read, attempt to study, and occasionally write to Pansy.

The Malfoy's had thrown a party on New Year's Eve. All pureblooded families were invited, which meant (Y/N)'s family and the Nott family. They were not ready to see Theodore. Unfortunately, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried, they couldn't escape it.

The day of the party, (Y/N) sat and stared at the outfit laid out for them to wear. Maybe it'll spontaneously combust and they would have no outfit to wear and can't go. Yeah, right. As if that'll actually happen. Their mother probably has a bunch of backup outfits for them to wear anyways.

At least Pansy said she would try to stay by their side the whole time. Keyword, try. Because Blaise would probably try to steal Pansy to go snog somewhere.

The second (Y/N) and their parents entered the Malfoy Manor, they felt like running away and throwing up. Why? Oh, because of course the first person they'd find was Theodore Nott.

"(Y/N)!"

Oh bless Pansy for catching their attention. But also curse her because apparently the sound of their name caught Theodore's ears and made him turn his head towards them.

(Y/N) looked away from him.

(Y/N) hugged Pansy. "Pansy! How has your break been?"

"It's been nice. Got to hang out with Blaise a lot," she said. "What about you (Y/N)? How have you been feeling?"

Now, (Y/N) could lie and say they've been great and having a lovely break. But of course Pansy would see straight through their little lie.

"If I have to be honest Pans, I still feel like shit."

Pansy looked at them with concern. The fact that the reason (Y/N) felt terrible was in the room didn't help them.

"Well, I know Millicent and Tracey are here and I know they wanna catch up with us. Plus there's drinks. There's nothing better than drinks at these boring parties, right?" Pansy said in attempt to make (Y/N) feel better.

The two had gone and found their fellow schoolmates at the side of the room. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria were also there.

Pansy and (Y/N) greeted their schoolmates, with (Y/N) avoiding eye contact with Daphne. They listened as Pansy was telling the other girls about what she's been doing.

"What about you, (Y/N)?" Tracey asked them. "Done anything fun during break?"

"I've just been home reading," They told Tracey. "My parents decided not to go to France this year so I've been cooped up in my room."

"What about Theodore?" piped Millicent. Pansy's eyes slightly widened at her friend's question. "You didn't go see him?"

(Y/N) wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Of course their other friends would ask about their relationship with Theodore. No one seems to know what's going on other than Pansy and maybe Blaise.

"No I didn't," (Y/N) said. "He's been busy." They looked at Daphne to see any reaction from her but surprisingly it was pretty neutral.

"I think I'm going to get a glass of champagne or something." (Y/N) said. "Anyone want one?"

"Oh, one for me please!" Tracey told them. (Y/N) nodded before leaving to find one of the waiters walking around with trays full of champagne.

After grabbing two drinks for themselves and Tracey, (Y/N) turned around to find themselves face to face with the one person they did not want to see.

Theodore fucking Nott.

The boy also grabbed a glass from the waiter's tray and took a sip on it.

"So, you're here," He said to (Y/N).

"I am."

Theodore looked them up and down. "You look nice."

(Y/N) gave him a curt 'thanks', wanting to get away from here.

"(Y/N)," Theodore called out.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) asked him impatiently. "I've got friends waiting for me."

"Just wanted to say hope you're having a nice break," he said hesitantly, almost as if he wanted to say something else.

(Y/N) gave him an odd look before shaking their head and walking away, not wanting to look at him a second more.

Once (Y/N) returned to their group and handed Tracey her drink, they find Pansy staring at them.

"You alright?" She whispered. "I saw you had a run in with Theodore."

(Y/N) nods their head. "I just want to get this party over with."

The rest of the party had gone alright thanks to Pansy, who managed to stay with them the whole time. They went the rest of the break without seeing Theodore, but unfortunately, the holidays ended and (Y/N) had to return to school and see him.

They'd did everything they can to avoid being around Theodore for longer than they have to, whether that was finding a different route to classes, sitting besides Pansy a few tables away from him (though this one wasn't really a change), or studying in their dorm rather than the library.

The only thing (Y/N) couldn't avoid was sitting away from him during lunch and dinner. Sure, they could beg Pansy to sit farther down the table, but the others would find it odd that the two were not sitting with them since they always ate together.

So (Y/N) just had to suck it up and remain civil. The good thing was that even when Theodore and (Y/N) were in good standing, they would always sit with Pansy so no one would find it weird. This whole thing was a struggle because even though (Y/N) was upset at Theodore and trying to avoid him, they could help but seek glances at Theodore. So did he.

(Y/N) had enough of being cooped up in their room, so they decided to study in the common room one night. There were a couple people scattered in the room, but most of the Slytherins were either in their dorms or snuck out to merlin knows where.

(Y/N) was looking at their Transfiguration book until a voice disrupts their focus.

"Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was Theodore Nott.

"There's plenty of space in the common room Nott," (Y/N) pointed out. "You can sit somewhere else."

"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you."

(Y/N) rolled their eyes before looking towards Theodore. "What's there to talk about?"

Theodore huffed before responding. "We need to talk about what happened before break. We didn't exactly left off on the right foot."

"Obviously."

(Y/N) felt a multitude of emotions hit them. They felt angry, upset, frustrated. They weren't even sure they wanted Theodore to address what happened. It would either end in two ways, they would move past it and stay together, or it would lead to the end of them.

But (Y/N) knew they couldn't avoid this any longer. They nodded towards the seat next to them.

"Sit." Theodore sat down.

"So," (Y/N) began. "Talk."

"Right. Well, I think you should know why I was talking to Daphne." Theodore starts. "Her parents and my father were talking about joining forces with the Dark Lord. And my father decided I was old enough to join them."

(Y/N) saw Theodore rub his left forearm, where the dark mark was usually placed. This news shocked them. (Y/N) knew that his father supported Voldemort and preached his ideals, but they never thought he would make Theodore become a death eater.

"Daphne found out what happened when she overheard my father and her father talking with each other. She confronted me about it so I admitted it. Wasn't worth trying to hide if she pretty much already knew about it. She's been trying to calm me down and help me not think about what happened."

There were a million different things going through (Y/N)'s head, yet the only thing that settled was why didn't he tell them? They could've help him too.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" (Y/N) asked.

The boy sighed, not daring to meet their eyes. "I didn't want you to get involved in this."

"Theodore, I don't care," they exclaimed. "I want to help you. I would've listened to you and help you!"

"(Y/N) this is not your place-"

"I'm not a child anymore Theodore!" (Y/N) screamed. "I know what's going on, I'm not an idiot!"

"(Y/N), you have to listen to me! Your parents aren't involved with the Dark Lord this time around. If I told you and someone finds out, you could put you and your parents in danger."

(Y/N) huffed. "Oh, but Daphne gets to know?"

"Daphne is protected because of her parents and she found out herself. I did not tell her."

"Oh, but you continued to talk to her about it!"

Theodore was starting to get frustrated. "Who else was I supposed to talk to?"

"Me! Your partner? Or even Draco, his dad supports Voldemort, he'd probably understand how you felt."

Theodore's eyes widen a bit at the mention of Draco's name, but (Y/N) didn't notice.

"Look (Y/N)," Theodore slowly said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this. But you have to understand why I didn't tell you. I still care about you and this is something I didn't want you to get mixed in with, alright?"

(Y/N) sat there, calming themselves down. There was still one question that's been haunting them since the party.

"(Y/N)?"

"I just have one question for you." (Y/N) said, looking towards Theodore. The boy motioned for them to continue. "Did you ever feel anything for Daphne?"

There was a bit of hesitation in Theodore before he responded. "No."

(Y/N) looked at him oddly, noticing his hesitation.

"Theodore? Tell me the truth."

Theodore sighed before speaking. "I never lost feelings for you, but when I was talking Daphne, I felt different around her."

"W-what?" (Y/N) stuttered out. "Did you do anything?"

"No! I promise you I would never do anything with her." Theodore told them. "She's talking with Pucey anyways."

(Y/N) could feel the whirlpool of emotions coming back. Theodore confirmed one of the things they were hoping wasn't true. But he still liked them. But he's been hiding about him joining the Dark Lord. It was all too much to take in.

They leaned back against the chair with their arms crossed, staring into the dimly lit fire. "So, what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Theodore questioned them.

"About our relationship. What happens now?

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence penetrating the now empty room. The two of them not saying anything.

Another sigh emitted from Theodore before he stated his answer. "I think it's best if we take a break."

(Y/N) could feel their heart break at his answer. Their nightmare came true. They were losing him.

"There's a lot going on lately. With the war and Dark Lord rising it's going to be difficult to handle it all, especially with where I stand with him," Theodore said, motioning towards his left arm. "And I don't want to get you or your family involved in it."

"Yeah, y-you're right," (Y/N) choked out. "But we can still talk and be friends, right?"

"We can try."

(Y/N) nodded at his answer, trying not to let the tears welling up in their eyes escape. It seemed that Theodore had noticed it though, as he wrapped his arms in one last embrace.

"I love you, Theo."

There was a moment of silence before Theodore responded.

"I love you too."

The two sat there, (Y/N) quietly sobbing into Theodore's shoulder, not wanting to let go because that would be the last time they would be with him and would confirm their nightmare.

They lost Theodore.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #hp fanfic #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theo nott imagine #theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theodore nott

[icallhimjoey]

hi ! long time follower, first time asking on your page.

just read your italy joe story and i have a super sensual smutty oneshot idea; unfortunately i just don’t have your writing skills.

joe comes back to the flat after a long day of work so you decide to treat him to a massage as it’s your day off. but during the already therapeutic massage, one thing leads to another. you want more & he wants more…

i.... i just... BIG SIGH so, i read this, and... my mind just, it twisted it, but only slightly.... you'll see, im a sucker for massages so thanks for this request babe, hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 1.9K

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Soothing Serenity

Joe's late. You use it as an excuse to be late too, and start dinner when you should've already finished the meal.

Tomatoes. Cucumbers. Lettuce next. Careful fingers, because the knife is sharp, but greedy fingers, because the tomatoes are looking particularly juicy and your stomach's rumbling.

You dump whatever you've cut up into a salad bowl and sneak little bites of everything. It's silly, but you're taking extra care to make it very noticeable that you've cut the vegetables yourself. Bigger clunky pieces and other stupidly small and thin pieces, none of them uniform or even remotely professional looking.

Good.

There was no way Joe could accuse you of buying pre-cut again, which, apparently, "is a waste of money" because "we have knives, babe".

Sure. Whatever you want, Joe. You absolutely could cut produce yourself, and Joe was just going to have to accept that it meant he'd sometimes just have a full mouth of just cucumber and nothing else.

He'll live.

The song playing finishes, and in the couple of seconds of silence it leaves the flat in, you hear keys jingle outside.

Joe's home. Finally.

He mentioned this morning he'd probably be back by late afternoon, but alas, the sun's already setting. It's not late, by any means, but the 3 a.m. call time this morning means his day has been long. You know you're right, because the first thing you hear after the door opens is loud groans and tired sighs as shoes get kicked off and a jacket slings onto its hook.

You refrain from calling out to him. You trust he knows where to find you.

If Joe's had a long day, you know what's going to happen next and you manage to put the knife down just in time.

"Hey," a low voice grumbles into your ear as you get pulled into a tight hug from behind.

His whole body presses into yours, strong arms squeeze you and you nearly can't breathe it's so tight. You feel how his cheek presses into the back of your shoulder in his hug, and Joe stays like that for however long he feels he needs it, until he raises his chin and plants it on top.

"You cooking?" Joe loosens one arm, but it's just to pick a crouton from the open packet on the side.

"S'just a salad,"

And through chews, Joe asks, "Nothing in the oven?"

You grin to yourself, knowing what Joe's asking.

"Nothing in the oven, nothing on the hob,"

There's nothing to burn, nothing that needs a close eye, or a timer, and it's exactly what Joe wants to hear.

"Good,"

His arms move from around your waist to grab onto both of your biceps and he digs his fingers in as he starts moving you, guiding you out and away from the kitchen.

"Joe," you warn, but willingly let yourself be lead over to your bedroom.

"Just a second, come on,"

Joe's hands move down a little, squeeze again. Down a little more, to squeeze just above your elbows. Joe's touching just to touch. To feel.

"Someone's touch starved, aren't they?" you muffle a giggle when you feel Joe's hands let go of you, just to sneak under your top, rounding from your back to your front.

Joe's not laughing. He just wants to rub the top ridge of his cupid's bow across the skin on the base of your neck.

"You skin hungry?"

You don't get an answer, but you don't need it. Two hands grab onto the hem of your top and pull it over your head before you receive a slight push. It means, go lay down.

So you turn and want to let yourself fall back, but before you can, Joe tuts and shakes his head at you, chin tilted down.

"On your front,"

Oh, it's one of those days.

You know how Joe's hands get itchy, will start to twitch at the sight of your bare skin, especially when he's tired. When he feels he's not seen you for a bit. Sometimes that would be a few days - normal people timing, because it wasn't weird to miss someone after not seeing them for a few days. But sometimes, you had to quickly run an errand and Joe would curl in on himself in agony, he'd miss you so much.

Today falls sort of in between.

Joe had done a lot of waiting today, standing around for people to tell him where to be and when to do his little trick when cameras were finally aimed at him. But they were filming outside, and the clouds and the sun kept doing their own thing which didn't work for continuity.

So Joe waited a lot. Got to think of the things he'd rather be doing a lot.

It's made you end up where you currently are. Under his touch, in just your bra and a pair of soft shorts, on your stomach on the bed with Joe straddling your thighs.

"You been working hard?" Joe asks, runs hands over your back until his fingers meet the fabric of your bra. He's quick to undo it, pushes the straps the side as you sigh into the duvet.

"So hard,"

You haven't. Not really. But Joe likes to be caring, it feeds something inside him it took you a while to understand when you first started dating.

Surely, when someone comes home from a long day at work, they should be the one to get doted on. But it didn't work like that with Joe.

"Hmh," Joe hums, stroking skin with his finger tips, feather light. Across your shoulders, down the back of your arms until his fingers tickle the insides of your palms.

You close your fists, trap his fingers for a second. It says, I love you, take what you need of me. You can't see it, but it makes Joe smile.

He moves back up your arms, across your shoulders, down your back, and starts adding more pressure. Really get his muscles to work into yours and you don't know what you've done in your life to deserve a boyfriend that unwinds by giving his girlfriend massages.

It's not like you haven't tried to switch roles. To have him on his stomach on the bed with you sat on his bum, but, Joe would just end up massaging your straddling legs. Would put his hands to work no matter what.

When two hands start honing in on your neck, moving hair out of the way to push knuckles into soft flesh, Joe audibly sighs.

Asks, "Do you mind oil in your hair?" because one time you said you did mind because you'd just washed it, so he wants to make sure.

"Go for it," you hum into the sheets and you can't help the groan that escapes you when fingers curl into the hair by the nape of your neck and softly pull.

With one hand full of hair, Joe uses the other elbow to push into the muscle that connects your arm to your shoulder, and Jesus... this is the good shit.

It's good.

It's really fucking good.

"Joe,"

It's not a warning, but both your hands move to find his knees. Joe shifts, adjusts slightly and switches arms, the other twisting into your hair to pull and your other shoulder getting worked by an elbow.

There's no sensual music playing, and the ceiling light's on, but still, the mood's serene. Joe's touches soothing and deeply relaxing.

You swear Joe knows exactly what he's doing.

He doesn't though. He's no professional. Just knows what gets the best sounds out of you. Just knows that he wants to feel all of you. To make you feel good. To make himself feel better.

Joe massages, takes his time and kneads your soft tissues real good. And then sometimes, he uses just his finger tips to trail, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your body flipflops between building arousal and nearly falling asleep.

It's heavenly.

When Joe shimmies down and rolls down the top of your shorts, you manage to croak, "Joe, we've not eaten yet,"

"Just..." Joe breathes. "Just another minute," and he sounds wrecked.

When you don't argue him on his desperate need for one more minute, he tugs until the shorts are down far enough to expose your full glutes.

Or round ass.

Whatever. Same thing.

Joe uses both hands on both cheeks, squeezes and rubs, and then focuses on one at a time. Rubs upwards with full hands. Then just two thumbs that push in before he decides to use his elbows there too.

When you moan, Joe groans, and it's deep and gutteral.

He's got to be hard.

It takes longer than a minute, because of course it does, and he ends up just leaving his hands on your buttcheeks, fingers spread out wide. You can hear how deep he's breathing.

Just when you think, okay, we can absolutely let this graduate and take it there because you can feel how wet you're getting, Joe's hands move up to your lower back and then he squeezes you at your waist. You're ticklish, usually, but you're too relaxed to let it affect you now. Makes you smile though.

"Okay," Joe says softly, and you feel how he bends down. Places a small kiss between your shoulder blades.

You're a renewed person. Rejuvenated.

"I'm done,"

He's done?

You sigh, blissfully content and don't move. Just say, "No, you're not," and strain your neck to look over your shoulder.

Joe's still bend down, close, and presses a kiss behind your ear. Then at the corner of your jaw.

"You were making a salad," he whispers, but doesn't move.

"You're hard," you argue, even though you haven't felt it yet. You know he is, and you know Joe wouldn't want to suffer through dinner with an untouched erection. He'd do it. Wouldn't want it, though.

"Cutting up your own veggies," Joe says it like he's dirty talking, smooth and sensual, like he's trying to get you all riled up for him. Like you're not there already.

"Take your jeans off," you start to turn under Joe's bodyweight, and it's difficult, but Joe rises a little, gives enough space below his legs.

"Not pre-cut this time," he coos, and you can tell he's holding back laughter.

"Joe," your hands find the button of his jeans, and Joe laughs, falling off of you onto his back and you take the opportunity to get rid of your bra and to climb up onto your boyfriend.

"Got all your touching out?" you ask, working Joe's jeans down and biting down on your lower lip when you see how right you were. Joe's hard hard. Almost uncomfortably so.

"Hmh... I think I've got some touches left," Joe stares up at you, almost drunk with love and smooths hands from your thighs up to cover your tits. Squeezes there. Massages.

"Good," you quip, slipping your panties to the side because it's just easier that way. Gets you connected to Joe quicker.

You're grinning so widely, it infects Joe. Makes him copy it.

"Good," he agrees and moves up to kiss you on the mouth. Gets you there just before a shuddery breath wants to escape as you sink onto him.

"Good," Joe repeats, voice low and slightly constricted.

Joe loves that what he needs of you leads into you taking what you need from him. You're not complaining when Joe uses the warmth of your skin to get his fix. And he's not complaining when you take the lead and use it to chase his orgasm.

It's good. It's relaxing and serene and tenderly healing.

It's good.

Good.

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[marcyyss]

' Loving at the distance '

Pt.1

Vance Hopper x reader

(Reader and Vance are 15)

Summary: You love Vance Hopper, one day he appears with a girl so you decided to make him jealous, even if he doesn't know about your existence!

It was a summer day, you were at grab and go, not because you wanted to do something, you just wanted to be near him, Vance Hopper, he was yout ideal boy, maybe a little too agressive buy that makes him your type.

As always, he was playing in the paintball machine, everyone can say that you can get bored easy if you looked at him play for hours, but you didn't, you never get bored of his face, hands and "his" paintball machine.

You knew that you weren't the most perfect in hiding that you watch him all day but you never thought that he would notice your existence, when you felt that he was near you you would run out of that place, you were just a little girl in love, in his eyes you probably are pathetic and he wanted you to stay away from him

And one day, he came to the store with a girl in his arms, so that made you jealous, you know that you didnt have any rigth to be mad at him, so your (bad) plan was talk to him, maybe flirt a little and then make him jealous, but for that you needed a boy..

— " No "

— " Come on Bruce! I never ask you for anything "

You and Bruce were friends since pre-school, so he was the perfect option for you! Everyone thought that you two were together

— " Yeah, but this can get me into a figth with that guy that you are obsessed with, please let him go "

— " I can't, im in love with him Bruce, please help me this time and i'll do anything that you want "

— " ugh, fine.. But i don't think this is going to work, and if it does you will pay the hospital bills "

— " Okay! I love you Bruce, see ya later! "

— " i hate her. "

The next part of your plan, was talking to him, but you didn't know how of course, if you had the confident of doing it you two probably would be married with six kids/cats

So your idea was, starting to work in grab and go! So if he needed help, he would ask you (plus you would have some money for your dates with him)

And you did that, fortunately for you, one day the paintball machine didn't work one day so he was PISSED and talked (screamed) at you

— " Hey girl, why did the stupid machine stop working? "

— " Oh, let me call my co-worker to fix it "

You smiled and he looked more pissed then before

— " Well fucking hurry "

He said before walking to his friends again so you did what he wanted, and called your co-worker

— " Hey, can you fix the paintball machine please? Thank you.. "

You hang up the phone and screamed at him

— " Your hero in armor is coming paintball princess, dont worry! "

You were so dead and probably getting fired too but it was worth it, his friends was laughing, everyone was actually and he looked like he could kill you with his eyes rigth now, you didn't know why but that made you blush

A couple of minutes later, your co-worker came to repair the machine and you can go home now, when you were walking out of the shop, Vance grabbed your arm

— " Do you really think that you can stalk me all summer, make fun of me and then leave like nothing happened? Yeah thats not going to happen sweetheart, you are so dead now "

— " DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME? "

You were the queen of bad timing and he looked stunned

— " What the fuck? "

— " haha, get pranked bitch. "

You run out of there the fast that you can to your house

— ( Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck im so dead rigth now, he will never accept me now? Im so fucking dumb i hate myself so much)

You went to the phone to call Bruce and tell him all that you did

So yeah, i fucked up writing this

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #finney blake #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #fluff #fanfic

[demxnicprxncess]

Hiii :)

I really like your writing and i wanted to ask if you could write an Evan peters x fem reader story, where you are Evans gf. You go to a birthday party and tease each other the whole night (maybe some specific movements or touching). You end up in the bathroom, but the whooole action ends up at home. I just had that idea and hoped you could make a good story out of it

THis request is perfect for Evans bday sorry its so late btw im going thru some things but here you go!

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie, @eddiemunsonsbitch69, @dahmevan, @sultrysullen dm me to be added or removed dears.

His Bday | Evan x Fem!Reader

Cw: angst?, smut but like its making love ig? idk. Happy birthday Evan!

A couple minutes after we got to the beautiful birthday party that the lovely Ms. Sarah Paulson had arranged for the beloved Evan Peters, my husband might I add, some floozie decided to ruin my mood immediately. She hugged him for longer than the friendly overextending 20 seconds, kissed his cheek and decided to announce that he had been her celebrity crush for so many years. However, me being the good wife I am settled on just letting it be, because at the end of the day I will be in OUR bed BESIDE him. He also thought it would be fun to tease me and dance with the woman. I'm trying not to be hurt because he's just trying to fuck with me, but then I see her hands tangle into his hair before he pushes her away and explains it was a friendly dance. I can't help but feel some type of way, his teasing turned against him and now it was my turn to become insufferable. I walked over to him grabbing his hand and dragging him into the bathroom, not caring who bothered to look at where the birthday boy was going. Once in the bathroom I slammed the door shut and locked the door. "Well, Mrs. Peters, how could you drag me from my own par-" He stopped talking as I pressed my lips into his, my hand snaking down to cup his soft dick and massage it, feeling the length grow in my hands. "Sorry Mr. Peters, I just couldn't stop myself." I removed my hand from him and pulled away. "Go have fun baby, Happy Birthday!" He looked at me and covered his now hard dick in his pants glaring at me, forming his lips to object but I push him out of my way and walk out of the bathroom, causing him to follow me like a lost puppy whining about how mean I am before Sarah smacks him dead in the face with a little cake. I turn around and start laughing which makes him smear some on my face. "Evan! My makeup!" He laughed at me and rubbed it all the way down to my cleavage. "Don't you dare." He smirked and ran it over my dress making me smear his into his shirt, we busted into giggles and smiles as Sarah chuckled. "Alright, we'll let you guys go home." I wiped the cake off my face nodding. Once we finally got home, I couldn't even remove my jacket before he was sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to our room. "Evan! Put me down!" He smirked and dropped me on the bed making me bounce and chuckle. "I've been waiting to undress you all night babe." I smiled at him and sat up so he could push up the rather short dress. "But I'm too impatient." I felt him pull my panties down and then I heard him pull his dick out. He lined it up with my entrance and pushed in making me whine out in pleasure. "I love you so much (name) Peters." I smiled before moaning again feeling him pull out slowly and push in at that same pace in a loving manner. "I love you too Evan." I wrapped my arms and legs around his neck and torso as I felt my body push with each of his gentle yet deep thrusts. "Fuck, you're all mine and I don't ever have to share you baby." I whined out in agreement as I felt myself getting closer. He slipped his hand down to my clit rubbing figure eights on it making me jolt in pleasure. "Ev, please." He kissed me and rubbed faster while still lovingly grinding his dick in and out of me. I felt my body convulse before I spilled my liquids onto his cock and him into me. "I love you so much, happy birthday." He smiled and kissed my collar still inside of me, me dress bunched up his pants at his ankles and us dozing off into sleep. "I love you too baby."

#evan peters #ahs fandom #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #american horror story #evan peters smut #kai anderson #ahs cult #ahs hotel #kai anderson smut #evan peter american horror story #ahs kai anderson #kai anderson imagine #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #kit walker #kit walker x reader #ahs coven #ahs murder house #american horror story hotel #american horror story freakshow #james march #james patrick march #ahs jimmy #jimmy darling #post death kyle spencer #kyle spencer #happy birthday #happy birthday evan peters

[darciennad]

CONTROL

reposting my wattpad more because i don’t have the motivation to write

akira x fem!reader

"c'mon y/n, you love me right? not him?" a girl said, staring at ren.

•

ren and y/n obviously loved each other, but due to y/n's controlling girlfriend, they couldn't be together.

"you can't be with him, i won't allow you!" y/n's girlfriend said, in a demanding tone. y/n gave her a saddened look, "but-!" "no! i said what i said." y/n nodded, turning to look at ren in a distance, ren was also staring. they made direct eye contact, 'i love you." they both thought.

cut to middle of class, y/n and ren were in the same class—y/n and ren sat next to each other, they exchanged quick notes to each other. surprisingly, they didn't get caught, the notes said small things like; "wanna hangout after school?" "my girlfriend said im not allowed to see you." "she doesn't have to know ;)" "you sound like i'm about to cheat on her!" ren chuckled quietly when he read that, writing down "i meant as friends!"

after school, they exchanged quick smiles before parting their ways, unfortunately, y/n wasn't able to hangout, due to her girlfriends 'rules.'

she was too afraid that her girlfriend will catch them together. after being bored at home for a couple of hours, y/n decided to go to leblanc, as a way to secretly see ren. she quickly made her way to the location. y/n opened the door, the bell rung. ren was working at the till, he looked over, seeing y/n. he smiled softly. y/n looked to see him, someone was sitting at the counter, coincidentally, it was y/n's girlfriend. y/n's eyes widened, she froze in place, not knowing what to do. y/n's girlfriend looked at her, "oh y/n! what a surprise, what are you doing here?" her gaze turned stone cold, knowing ren was somewhere near y/n's presence. "i just came here for some coffee.." she mumbled, slowly walking up to her girlfriend. y/n's lover held her hand, making it obvious that they were together, she wanted to make ren jealous. it worked, a bit. he gave y/ns girlfriend a cold stare. y/n gave an "i'm sorry look." to him, she felt bad. all she wanted to do was have some alone time with him.

a few days pass, y/ns girlfriend continues this behaviour around ren, always trying to make him jealous, kissing in front of him, always making sure he was watching.

y/n was tired of it, it was going to happen again today and y/n knew it. she has something planned. y/ns lover walked up to her, holding her hands, leaning in for a kiss. she made eye contact with ren. y/n knew he was there, before y/n and her lover's lips met, she pulled away. "h/n, stop." her lovers eyes widened, "what's wrong?" y/n inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. "i'm tired of this, i don't want to be with someone who is controlling. i'm breaking up with you." y/n said, walking away from her, "y/n!" she called, y/n ignored the calls, walking up to ren. she looked up at him, he had such a soft gaze, comforting aura. he was all y/n wanted, her heart raced as she made eye contact with him. "y/n.." the way he said her name gave her butterflies. "i want to be with you." y/n blurted out, slapping her hand on her mouth. 'you idiot! why would you say that?' she thought, negative thoughts raced through her mind. they were soon cut off by ren's words.

"i want to be with you too."

• A/N: WHY IS THERE SO MANY SPACES OH MY GOD AND WHY IS THIS SO BAD IM CRYING.

#akira kurusu #akira kurusu x reader #x reader #fanfic #persona 5 #persona series #persona #video games #fem reader #ren amamiya #akiren #joker #arsene #shujin #shujin academy

[unluckyhoneybee]

Hii!! How are you? Im in love with all of your works about f1, recently you have been writing a lot about hockey and I’ve been missing the content but thats ok🥺. I wanted to ask you if you could write something like friends to lovers super fluffy with Charles because I dreamt about him the other day, like focusing on the first kiss between them and fluff afterwards, that would really make me happy, just do it in whatever background you want, I trust you❤️.

You opened your eyes slowly when something fell next to you. A train of French swear words and a couple of Italian ones followed the noise.

"Charles"

He looked at you.

"I'm sorry."

You chuckled and brushed your eyes. "What are you doing?"

He had a tray on his hands.

"Um... Well. I know you had a bad day yesterday, so you are taking it easy today"

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Could he be more perfect?

In a desperate state, you had gone directly to your best friend's when you left work late in the afternoon. You couldn't even think about spending the night alone after such a long and exhausting day. Your sweet friend was obviously the first option.

You didn't thought of the things that had been going on recently. There had been a switch in your friendship and you didn't even realized when. It had just happen. Out of sudden, touches started to linger more, there were no more hidden glances full of love, words were sweeter and more gentle... Obviously, when you appeared and he held you, you knew that there was something going on.

"Thank you" You muttered when he left the tray on the table. He had gotten you your favourite breakfast. "Where did you order?"

"I did n-"

You giggled and pushed him. "I don't belive you, Perceval."

He rolled his eyes.

"The café down the street"

You bit your lip. "My favourite"

"The same one"

Again, you got that fuzzy feeling in your chest. Charles was looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

"YN"

"Yes"

"Do you want to talk about yesterday? I'm worried"

You bit your lip. "Work is been shitty. It's exhausting." You sighed.

Charles looked down at his hands.

"They shouldn't treat you like that" He muttered. "You shouldn't come back home crying"

Come back home, when you had gone to his instead of yours. But you tried to not think much about it so you could avoid those feelings in your chest.

"I know... I haven't found anything better yet."

"You could drop it. I will support you while you look"

You shook your head. "I can't do that"

"Please, YN. It kills me seeing you like this" He sat a bit closer.

You skipped a breath at the sudden move.

"Charles I... I can't make you do this"

He took your hand and kisses your knuckles. "I would do anything for you. I just want you to be happy"

Long seconds passed as you processed his words. He was so gentle with you, slowly caressing your knuckles and waiting for an answer. He had the most perfect eyes ever.

Somehow, the only thing you could do was lean forward. At first it was a teasing move, you expected him to move away. But he didn't. His eyes only fell in your lips and he prayed for you to do it.

You were about to kiss him. Your best friend Charles was millimeters away from you and you couldn't believe it was true.

When you kissed, it felt like the pieces finally connected. Charles embarrassingly hummed when your tongue finally met his. He was in this haze and he felt so lost in your lips. He had waited for so long.

The kiss was slow and long, no hurry between you two. You had waited for too long to not enjoy it.

"What does this mean?" He whispered still close to your mouth.

You smiled and caressed his cheeks. "That I love you"

He grinned and kisses you again, this time more bruising and needy. He wrapped his arms around yo and made you roll around in the bed. You pulled back laughing and looked at him.

"I love your smile, YN" He said cupping your face. "Let me make you happy"

"You already make me happy Charles."

#Charles leclerc #Cl #Blurb #Fluff #F1

[shinobuscanonwife]

Hello Again!! Its 🇵🇱/Kikuo Anon here!! I enjoyed that other fic you made not to long ago :D

Im gonna just send a couple more your way, which i hope thats ok, i just love your writing style!! your very talented i hope you know that (^^)

Could i request the Hashiras With a S/O who has a Ken Kaneki Personality from Tokyo Ghoul?

(So… kaneki’s a ghoul so… we can make them that too, if they think their a demon… their not, their a ghoul and they also eat humans too, Kaneki is a Shy and Reserved Person, he spends most of his time reading books, mostly novels from the information I’m getting, he’s also very gentle)

You can also do some more research on his character if you’d like, i hope my information helped you out at least, i might also request my favorite characters since its just all fun xD

Thank you again!! I appreciate your hard work ^^

aaa thank you for the kind words!!<3 I love writing your requests!!

I don't write for Gyomei I hope that's okay D:

Mitsuri

She thinks you are absolutely adorable!! She loves reading with you! Even if she doesn't particularly like what you are reading at the moment (I really see her liking romance books and that's like the only thing she will read. Anyways headcanon for another time) She knows how scared you are of being alone so she tries to assure you that she will always be with you no matter what. She loves how loyal you are. How loyal you stay to her makes her heart race. It might be a silly thing to be happy about but Mitsuri seeing someone being so loyal to her she just can't help it!

Shinobu

She admires how loyal you are. The way you don't hesitate to put your life on the line for the people you love is extremely admirable to her. She also enjoys reading with you occasionally if she's not busy. Your quiet and shy personality is very calming to her. The way you take the blame for stuff so quickly though kind of concerns her. You seem to let people walk all over you without any care in the world. She noticed quickly that you were scared of being alone and that you had been through something terrible. She assures you that she'll never leave you and you will never be alone again.

Muichiro

Something about you calmed him down he couldn't quite put it into words. Maybe it was the fact that you would let him talk to you about all the clouds he saw that day to you and what they looked like. He likes reading with you sometimes he likes reading novels with you more than anything. He also liked how patient you were with him. "And then.. wait y/n.. I forgot what I was going to say.. give me a minute to remember.." "take your time Tokito :)"

Rengoku

He loves how you so much!! But you worry him sometimes. You're a very kind person. So kind in fact that it causes people to take advantage of you a lot. He hates seeing people take advantage of your kindness or your shyness. He noticed that you hate being alone so he tries to take you with him everywhere he goes. Like he brings you too hashira meetings cause he didn't want you to be alone for an hour. "Rengoku who is this?' "THIS IS MY PARTNER!! I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE THEM AT HOME SO I BROUGHT THEM WITH ME :DDD"

Giyuu

You and him get along quite well. With how shy you both are you both have something to relate to each other about. He likes how optimistic you are you encourage him whenever he feels like he's not enough and he really appreciates that. He loves sitting down with you under a tree or something and just reading to each other. He likes how loyal you are too. Since a lot of people don't like him he's not used to people being so loyal or defending him.

Obanai

Loves how gentle you are. He has never had someone be so gentle and caring to him before. He's noticed that people take advantage of you quite frequently because of how kind you are and that absolutely makes his blood boil how dare someone treat his s/o like that!? He tries to keep you away from those people as much as he can. He likes reading with you a lot you laying on his lap while you read to him while he plays with your hair is like heaven to him.

Sanemi

Just like Obanai, he loves how gentle and patient you are with him. How gentle your touch is. How gentle your words are. He loves it all he can't get enough of you. Nobody has ever treated him the way you do. You love him unconditionally and never asked for anything in return. He noticed that you didn't like being alone so he tries to be with you as much as he can and tries not to take too long on missions. "I'm home babe!!! C'mon, let's go read together yeah?" He said grabbing your hand as he led you upstairs.

Tengen + wives

Even if you are shy Tengen thinks you are very flashy!! Suma and Hina love reading with you. Makio doesn't really pay much attention to you but she reads with you occasionally. Tengen thinks it's very admirable how you are so quick to put your life on the line for the people you love. Tengen loves how gentle you are with his wives. Like he's seen Suma laying in your lap multiple times and he thinks it's the cutest thing ever. Hina enjoys talking to you. Something about you is relaxing to her. Tengen knows you don't like being alone so he makes sure if he can't be with you his wives can keep you company!

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night!

#mitsuri x reader #kny x reader #kny fluff #kny headcanons #shinobu x reader #sanemi x reader #obanai fluff #obanai x reader #tengen x reader #rengoku x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader

[fluffyprettykitty]

oh! im so thinking about brock rumlow + wrath (+maybe bodyguard au?). again, congrats on your milestone!!

Pairing: bodyguard! Brock Rumlow x rich! female reader

Word Count: 777 words

Outline: Rumlow is ready to show you what discipline truly means.

A/N: thank you so much, di! you're one of the best writers out there,this was so fun to write, I've been itching to get my hands on Rumlow! hope you will enjoy this!

warnings: swearing, age gap, power play, fingerfucking, spit play. ​minors dni

Main Masterlist ・❥・Sleepover Masterlist

"You know you're nothing but a bad little girl."

You try to let out a scream but his hand over your mouth doesn't allow anything more than a muffled groan.

"Why you gotta do this? Just stay here for an hour, mingle with the fucking party and then I would take you home and have you any way you need me to. But this? This whole show? Is goddamn insulting to me?"

He sounds angry because he truly is. Brock Rumlow has been your bodyguard for the past year, assigned by your dotting father. And yet six months ago on a particularly rainy night, you and Brock had started the most intense love affair. You didn't know if he was married, he never talked about himself, never talked about his past, all he cared about was you telling him how you belonged to him. Irrevocably, entirely, though, and through. He loved marking you up, bruises and bites to signify you were his and his alone.

Always in discreetly hidden spots, he sure knew how to keep his bases covered. He was never too far away from your side from that day on.

But you weren't always playing nice, you were naughty in every sense of the word. You liked provoking him, you liked neglecting your underwear and openly getting drunk at every opportunity just to watch his jaw clench and unclench at whatever trick you performed. It was always a show with you. A power play, to see who would break first. And in response, he was always there shoving you in a corner, disciplining you, showing you who was truly boss. Evidently, it was a game, not a cruel one but definitely not a healthy one.

This time though, you were dressed in nothing but your white bikini, in the hotel pool making out with some rich college boy that you would never remember the name of. Maybe he went to your college maybe he didn't, you didn't have to know. What Brock knew, was that you were doing this on purpose, performing this obscene act just for him. He tried to calm himself down, but it only took him ten minutes before he jumped in the water to the various screams of the college boy whom he smacked right in the face. What a shame.

He grabbed you by your arm and quickly shoved you out of the water taking you to the nearest room. Away from prying eyes. One photo and his career would be in shambles.

"You won't be pissing me off, little girl." His voice is close to a growl and before you know it his other hand is tearing apart your bikini exposing your body to him. Wasting no time. What a gentleman.

"Only mine." He growls, looking you up and down. The heat is rising up inside you, you have him right where you want him. And he knows it, and he gives in entirely, or almost entirely. He has a couple of tricks up his sleeve as well. It was time for some proper training. He can't have you stray like that anymore.

"You're gonna learn some manners, today." You try to nod your head but his grip on your face is tight and strong.

"You are not getting my cock until you behave." You try to protest, your pussy already clenching at his command, your hands wrapping around his strong bicep.

"I'll shove my fingers so deep inside you and only once you pass out from the pleasure will I ever think of giving you what you want."

No, this could not be happening, you were completely enamored and obsessed with his big fat cock and you both knew it. Looks like he knew exactly where to hurt you. You whimper, you wiggle your body, you try to make any sound, to plead your case but he doesn't budge at all. His expression was still furious, his pupils darker than you could ever dream of.

He spits on his free hand, his palm against your face never stopping shoving you to the wall. And all you can do is let a couple of small tears fall from the corners of your eyes. The intensity of the scene is making your body weaker, your bravado breaking. Brock growls once he shoves a curled finger inside your folds. Your pussy trying to engulf him immediately.

"You don't have to promise me anymore that you are going to become a good girl. I'm going to form you into one, understood?" You try to nod your head, feeling his knuckle close to your clit.

You would learn, you had no other choice.

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[ubemango]

could you give pups!couple a pregnancy scare, pls I’m on my knees

Why do we like to stress out oc!!!!!! 😩

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nyway Im gonna write this in a lazy way bc I dont wanna think about formally writing a drabble LOL. (Added note: for some god awful reason I decided to switch from using the term oc to straight up just using the second person POV hahhdjwjwhHWUQIWIEHEH anyway sorry)

I can imagine oc isn’t too phased by being late on their period bc it’s happened before--probably missing like 2-5 days and it coming like no problem. But this time it’s a week and a half late and they’re slowly like..................... O_O. Ok maybe...... maybe we are in Trouble. And they text Namjoon and they’re like

HELLAO BIG PROBLEM BIG WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Namjoon texts back like

what’su p :D why are u screaming?

and oc says CALL ME NEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

and see ok the thing with oc and their texting is that it doesn’t translate to theior actual physical reaction so naturally when oc picks up the phone when Joon calls they’re like “hi babe n_n”, Just very calm and very. Idk not really that phased and Joon is like “What did you wanna talk about?” and oc straight up just goes:

“I might be the 1%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

and it’s so got dam VAGUE and Joon is like !???!?!1 please explain?!?!?! and oc is like

“Do you know what it’s like to potentially be the bearer of the Second Coming of Christ.”

“Okay please be serious now.”

“Pregnant!!!! With a hard P!”

Namjoon goes :O ohhhhhh…….. okay well I guess you take a pregnancy test then huh.

And oc just like.

“You’re not scared?”

“I know if you don’t do this pragmatically then you might lose it.”

Which is true. You could hate Namjoon for being logical in a moment like this but you secretly are just one more thought of babies away from screaming and crying.

So.

He tells you he’ll be with u in like an hour to get the stuff u need and u sit on the bathroom floor with a blanket around u because the one inch barrier of cotton protects you from all the bad stuff. Luckily your parents aren’t home and Namjoon comes barreling through the front door (exactly an hour later like he said—also he used the key you gave him bc he’s welcome here anytime which makes u feel all giddy) and you can hear him make a beeline up the stairs to the bathroom door. He opens it and he just has a plastic bag that he immediately drops to the ground and he kneels down in front of u n scoops u in his arms and just…. Cradles you like a giant baby 😭😭😭 then You just completely forget why he came there in the first place and he’s kissing u all over ur face n telling u ur silly n that he loves you forever n then it’s like 20 mins later n ur like oh :) guess I should pee on this stick huh

And he watches u take a pee pee bc u need the moral support LOL and eventually it’s down to when ur waiting for that fawking line on the test. And to pass the time Namjoon joins you when u make a home of ur blanket again and digs through the plastic bag and is like look I got u chocolate : ) n u share the pieces and it’s a little melted in the plastic but wow still yummy!!!! Eating snacks with my lover on the bathroom floor, so romantic!

But then Namjoon's gaze just kind of glosses over and he holds your hand. Gives a you a little smile.

"You know I'm always here for you. Right?"

Fear strikes you in your heart. You think of a horrible future where he's not here with you anymore. No spare key to give out. Whatever space you've carved out for him is his alone to occupy. No one could ever replace him.

And you can't help your sniffling!!! You really can't!!!!!!!!!!! He just makes you feel so safe and loved and his face crumbles instantaneously thinking you're upset. He crushes you against his chest in a hug.

He's cooing, petting your head. "Why are you crying? You're my girl, silly."

"I just feel stupid!!!"

You want to articulate how much you adore him. But instead you just crawl into his lap and physically try to manifest your body melting into his. You only go as far as sticking your arms under his armpits and hugging him back as tight as you can before he starts laughing.

"You're not stupid. People fuck and get pregnant all the time."

"Ugh." He's stupidly warm against you. "That's so--I hate how that works."

"Reproduction?"

"Yeah. Like why can't we just keep all the sexiness and skip the babies?" You groan, wiping your eyes. Namjoon flicks your forehead. "Wha--"

"You should check what the tests say now," he reminds you, and you pause. Oh. Right.

You get up and take those few tentative steps to where the tests lie on the bathroom sink. Lean over carefully with both your eyes closed. You take a second to steel yourself. Then you look.

No second line.

You immediately walk back to where Namjoon is cocooned and start throttling his neck.

"How!!!! Dare!!!! You!!!!!!!!! Threaten!!!! My!!!!!!! Uterus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With your stupid stupid sperm!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He's cackling. You almost had a heart attack and he's cackling. Of course he is. Namjoon can be serious when he needs to be, but he's also evil and will make fun of you the second he thinks he can do so without too much repercussion.

"Ow. Ow! Let go of me!"

You leave him with a smack to the head.

"I'm going to kill you," you threaten.

Namjoon stands up with an amused scoff, making use of his height to get you to cower. You don't budge. He sighs, opening his arms.

"I promise not to give you loads upon loads next time," he says.

You cave immediately. Collapsing into his chest a second time, your home. "You better not."

#f: pups series #this is so stupid but also Like.......... I miss these two #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios

[volcanicflowers]

1 2 and 3 for general ships, 24 and 42 for forthur!

List 3 shipping tropes you love

differing lifespans gets me every time, absolute height of romance. what if you took up only a minuscule portion of this guy's life but you were still their most important person ever. what if they knew this couldn't last forever but what if it was worth it.

this is just recently on my mind since we were discussing it today lol but enemies or rivals to lovers.. good shit. what if the most insufferable guy you knew became the only person you trust and the only one who understands you.

i was gonna put devotion here but i decided to use that for the emotional aspect so i'm gonna say travel buddies, their home is wherever the other one is...

List 3 shipping tropes you don’t love

soulmates. boring as hell. whats the point if you already know it'll work out no matter what because you're destined to be.

when they're too healthy. i'm not here to watch you guys discuss any problems you have in a healthy and productive way i want to see you have problems and issues and make your couples therapist quit in front of you.

guy and Girl Version™

One emotional aspect of a ship that always gets you

THE DEVOTION ABOVE ALL ELSE!!!!! when they're like blowing up suns and killing over each other. when they're just the most important guy ever to each other, yea girl destroy that universe for your silly guy.

FORTHUR TIME

What’s ONE conflict they’ve had.

one??? god they have so many.. ford is a little bitch who can't stop running away from his problems and feelings and arthur doesn't like to think about his in the first place.

they are so like.. well i think theres a reason why every time i try to make them in the sims or whatever the game immediately goes "what the fuck. these two are incompatible as hell." because they ARE. but also not really. you get what im saying?

the thing is ford would do anything for arthur but arthur is too attached to his comfort zone and the general illusion of being normal to do more than be like "okay." and a man can get fed up with this. they can't communicate so ford just Fucks Off until he gets sick of not being around arthur and the cycle continues. idk if this makes any sense but yknow what i mean

Would they get married? If so, describe their wedding.

oh man i've had several ideas about this. one day i'll write a fanfic i swear to god. there's the space vegas wedding of course, they get incredibly drunk and get married and then chased off the planet bc of some stupid casino fraud ford did or something. they barely get the marriage certificate signed bc they're being drunk dumbasses, ford drew a little car for his middle name.

my SECOND forthur wedding idea is "hitchhiker wedding". completely broke? president caused the worst economic collapse in galactic history? its okay you just go stand in a field in front of all the stars so everyone can see you and give each other any personal item, ideally something useful that will help your partner even when you're not there. (alternatively called towel marriage, which is also the name of my random ideas google doc)

#this took a lot longer to write than i thought it would and im going to bed i am so tired

[raeharmonia]

Alone in my living room

Author's note: hello, im back with a quick drabble. Im having a terrible month and what better way to express my emotions than to write an Amaranthe drabble of it MSKKSMS

I was listening to Sleeping at Last's Space for Sleep album while writing this (i love Sleeping at Last one of my comfort artists fr) Also this was intended to be a Lymaranthe hurt/comfort fic but i ditched the idea lol it just doesn't sit right for me. This might be the reason why the first half is a bit weird sorryy qwq

Word count: 698, semi-proofread Tags: angst, very venty, brief Lyney appearance lol, weird attempt of writing an accurate description of making tea (tried my best), mention of a want to disappear, self-deprecation

The sounds of the bustling city overwhelms Amaranthe's senses, the people's overlapping chatter makes her head feel dizzy. Lately, she felt even more emotionally and physically drained than usual, constant voices of insecurities flooding her mind ever since.

She tried doodling something on her sketchbook in an attempt to comfort her troubled soul but to no avail. Erasing the unfinished lines as soon as it shows signs of failure, leaving Amaranthe to stare at the leftover marks of graphite on her paper with frustration.

Unfortunately, the walk that was supposed to drive those feelings away only drained her even more. The bright rays of the sunlight and the overwhelmingly loud sounds of the streets amplified her stress levels.

Her hand found its way at the nearest streetlight, leaning against the metal pole in an attempt to calm herself down. She needs something that will ground herself back to reality, desperately.

"My lady, are you okay?"

A voice nearby called, it was filled with worry rather than his usual flamboyant tone.

His voice sounds gentle and warm, she thought.

"Oh im alright, Mr. Lyney. Thank you for your concern." Amaranthe managed to force a small smile, its so painful that its chipping away her remaining energy.

But she has no choice, she can't let him know that she's in such a state.

"But your eyes tells me otherwise. The eyes are the window to someone soul is it no—"

"I said im fine! Can you please shut up for once?!"

Lyney's eyes widened at her reaction, shocked to witness Amaranthe's sudden outburst.

Her tone is firm and cold, as cold as a snowstorm. And her sharp gaze lacked it's usual shine, devoid of color and light.

"I- im sorry i didn't mean to... I need to be alone."

The smell of rainbow roses surrounded the living room as she opened the door of her home. Her stress dwindled as she takes in the comforting atmosphere that her home can only provide.

Amaranthe then boiled some hot water for tea and takes out a box of tea bags out of the kitchen cupboard. Once the water finishes boiling, she poured it into a cup and dunked two tea bags in it.

She grabs a couple of brownies from a paper bag that Charlotte left for her 3 days ago and placed them on a small plate. She brings her teacup and plate towards the living and placed them on the coffee table.

After some time, she brings the teacup near to her lips and blew on the her tea before taking a sip. The sweet and sour flavors of the drink soothes her mind quite a bit. She takes a bite of the brownie, the sweet chocolate flavor made a small smile creep up her lips.

The only things that are accompanying her silence are the soft winds of the outdoors and the soft ticks of her clock.

She looked up at the clock to check the time. Its 2pm. Usually at that time she would be drawing, but the fear of failure hesitated her from picking up her art supplies.

As much as she likes the moments of solitude, she cant help but feel a bit lonely. Without the sounds of companionship filling up the room to distract her, negative thoughts and insecurities began clouding her mind.

Do people really like her? Do they really mean whenever they say that she's amazing and talented? Or are they just pretending and lying to her face? People clearly like someone else who also does the same thing as her better and are only spending time with her out of pity.

She's not amazing. Far from that. She'll always besomeone who is boring and make nothing but horrendous art. Why would anyone like someone like her?

Sometimes, she just wants to disappear altogether.

"Liars." she muttered.

A tear fell down from her eye, landing on her tea which caused it to ripple in the cup.

She places her cup on her table as more tears falls down her face.

She lied down against the soft cushions of her sofa and began crying softly.

This was the 4th time she cried this week.

#genshin oc #charlee.e's writings

[goldrushzukka]

aidays playlist breakdown: chapter 3

writers block is kicking my ass right now so instead of fulfilling my promise to finish aidays by november im just gonna churn out a couple of these. sorry. (end of the year. probably. writing is really hard.)

here's the fic

here's the playlist

the one by carly rae jepsen

ms carly slay jepsen back at it again with another song about casual sex with absolutely no strings attached at all ever. easy breezy. don't even worry about it.

(ID: "Truth is I never thought of us together / You're just a friend of mine / We should know better, this can't last forever / But kiss me one more time". End ID)

this is sooooo them bc they should know better! they do know better! but here they are anyway! sokka and zuko entered into this thing with the intention of it being unserious and temporary. theyre just people who have sex, and then they become friends who have sex, and then friends starts to turn into something...else. but they've set these boundaries, so they can't be something else, so they pretend it's not happening. they keep saying casual and acting like their feelings aren't there, just to hold on to what they have, in the hopes that it'll be enough.

(ID: "Romance is fine / Pour me some wine / Tell me it's just for the fun of it / Thoughts in your eyes / Hard to deny, but / I don't want love, don't want none of it". End ID)

this part of the song is the most applicable to chapter 3 i think. the scene where sokka asks zuko to catsit while he's away at yue's wedding is so thick with romance it's a wonder they don't fucking choke on it. that whole exchange is so. like. they're lying to themselves. sokka gives zuko a key to his apartment. 24 hour access. a promise not to turn him away, that he is welcome and wanted always. and they both somehow convince themselves (and each other!) that this is a normal thing to offer your casual sex friend. olympic level mental gymnastics happening in that scene.

(ID: "If you want to, you can stay the night / I don't want to be the one, the one / IF you want to, you can hold me tight / I don't want to be the one, the one". End ID)

this is the mindset. sokka gives zuko a key to his apartment, but they're super casual. zuko sleeps better beside sokka than he has his entire life, but they're not dating or anything. they talk every day even if they don't see each other, but it's not like they're in love, right? right. they can do all of these romantic things, make all these gestures and be there for each other, and it's completely fine as long as they remind themselves that it's casual, it's casual, it's casual.

valentine (what's it gonna be) by rina sawayama

another casual relationship banger, but this time it's anxious!!! this song just scratches something in my brain. idk how to describe it i think there's drugs in this

(ID: "I don't think about the future (It doesn't matter) / Or whether we'll stay together (Whether we'll part) / Making promises is dangerous (I'm just a phase) / I'm just your valentine". End ID)

they're casual, right? because anything else -- dating from the start, admitting feelings when they're in the thick of it -- is setting themselves up for failure. they met in a dirty bar and hooked up in the bathroom before going home together, this can't last. this can't be the great love story of their lives, right? right? so this is again, still, the lie they tell themselves. it doesn't matter, it's just a fling, i'm just your valentine.

(ID: "Nowhere else to go / Turn to you but I hope you know / This love is just for show / One night and nothing more". End ID)

the contradiction of "nowhere else to go" and "this love is just for show" is exactly the kind of bullshit zuko and sokka are trying to get away with. this isn't a relationship and there are no real feelings involved and we're just having fun, but no one else would have me and i don't want anyone but you. god. they're so fucking stupid.

house key by scott helman

YEAHHH BABY LET'S GET YEARNY!!!! LET'S GET SOME PINING IN HERE

(ID: "I wanna back splash and a house cat / I wanna make a home for you / I wanna T.V. and a settee / I wanna live alone with you / And when you wake up in the middle of the night / I won't complain if you turn on the light / Beside me you'd be happy you'll see / Can I get your house key? Can I get your house key?". End ID)

this song was not inspiration for this chapter bc i didn't know it existed until i'd already published, but it very well could've been written about this fic. this song is the dead of night, when it's too quiet and dark for anything but the truth. it's all the cards held close to the chest, all the secrets kept even from yourself. the agonising knowledge that this is real, this could be something, it could be everything, it probably already is.

lover by taylor swift

let's just get into it i can't talk about what this song means to me without sounding even more deranged than i already have in this post

(ID: "And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear / Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?". End ID)

this is the thing with zuko and sokka in this fic. they hit it off immediately. they click. the "getting to know you" phase doesn't feel like learning, it's like remembering. it's just like carly rae jepsen says in her smash hit single call me maybe, "before you came into my life, i missed you so bad". always right. anyway this line makes me want to bite my own fingers like carrot sticks

(ID: "Can I go where you go? / Can we always be this close? / Forever and ever, ah / Take me out, and take me home / You're my, my, my, my lover". End ID)

this is what love is. this is it. can i go where you go ("i wish you could be here to see it"), can we always be this close ("do you want to take the long way?"), forever and ever ("i wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else"). that's love.

(ID: "My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue / All's well that ends well to end up with you / Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover / And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me / And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover". End ID)

this is what i'm TALKING ABOUT!!!!! like!!!! all's well that ends well to end up with you equals nothing safe is worth the drive equals every moment of heartache is worth it to be together at the end!!!!! they have each been through so much, both separately and together. i have personally forced them to have so many problems. but this is what it's all for. this is the goal. this is what they get to have, when the dust settles and the sun finally shines on them: dirty jokes and a spot beside their lover. simple pleasures made grand by true love.

#once again i do not know how to end this #whatever this is the internet i can just say things it doesnt have to make sense #anyway! had a breakdown writing this bc i listened to lover and realised i am deeply deeply lonely #so i might get some good prose out of that bottomless pit of despair #mine #aidays #my writing #zukka #i always forget how to tag this

[lockhartandlych]

three weeks.

that's how long my uncle has been working on his song. he just moved in. long story, but he and his girlfriend would've been homeless otherwise.

my birthday came and went recently. he said he'd make me a song. music and beats were emanating from his room for days. he's been drunk. talkative. i've been staying away. he's a lot, and he'll trap you in conversations for hours. i don't want to say that i don't like him. i don't want my parents to kick them out just because of my preferences.

but i don't like him. it almost feels liberating to say it, even if it is just on here.

three weeks.

he handed it to me. he was drunk. he was saying it was horrible. he was saying it was great. it perplexed me, but mom said we all do it, when we're anxious. she was right.

that's not stopping me from thinking it was strange. i dont know if i wish it did.

a couple hours later, im listening to it. about four minutes. it's... good. not perfect, but it never is. it's good, though. more than i thought it would be, given how he deprecated it. given how mom told me, no matter what, to tell him it was good.

breakcore. my favorite.

three weeks.

four minutes.

why did he spend three weeks on this? why was he so anxious about it? i understand, deep down. it's the same reason why i spend a week agonizing over a hundred words. it's the same reason why i spend hours on a doodle.

but why drink?

why rant until dawn?

why make my parents worried? the people i love?

getting to the end. it's nice. it's pleasant, in its own way. as breakcore is.

a clip intersperses with the music. a child crying. someone shouting.

"you gotta get your shit together!"

the song ends.

...what?

the song was for me. was that about me?

no, i tell myself. it's art. it's just art. wild and messy. it's his way of saying i love you.

"you gotta get your shit together." his way of saying i love you.

he doesn't say that, ever. he constantly praises me. he talks me up like my existence changed his life. it's just what people do about those they love. those they meet. my teachers did it, my family does it, my sister's friend's mother does it. i guess im good at putting on a show. but i can't possibly be as great as they all say. if i ever let myself believe that i know i'd be a narcissist. i want to. but i can't. it's exhausting. the praise is exhausting.

"you gotta get your shit together." coming from the man who almost drove my mother to tears because he wouldn't stop ranting about how happy i made him, even after hours.

im messed up. i take classes from home to get my ged and barely leave my room. i take showers once a week and tidy up even less. i stay up all night. my schedule's fucked. im messed up.

but... is this song about me at all? he said it was. i thought it was. i shouldn't be surprised though, that it isn't. it's art. it's his. art is always about the self. about the man who drinks and has to have his girlfriend shepherd him away. about the man who almost ended up homeless when our own family's money ran dry keeping him up in a hotel, about a man who believed that tuning forks would cure my dysphoria and that vibrations were the collective soul of humanity.

about the man who had to deal with the fallout of my grandfather's abuse for his whole life, up until the day he died.

"you gotta get your shit together."

it was never about me, this song. it was about you. why give it to me? why let me in on your suffering? is this an act of love? is this a cry for help?

"you gotta get your shit together."

i am getting my shit together. im taking classes. im starting to take my meds again. my room's not littered with shit like the rest of the house. i have plants that i've somehow kept alive.

"you gotta get your shit together."

im not sure what's worse, it being about me or it being about him. i dont want it to be either but i know it's one of them.

it's just a line. it's just a fucking line. why is it making me write all of this if it's just a single line?

"you gotta get your shit together."

maybe it's cutting like this because i do have to get my shit together. maybe if i write it enough i will.

"you gotta get your shit together."

it was never about me. it was always about you. your so-called healing as you sucked my family's funds dry, your tuning forks, your songs, your rants until dawn.

im prone to narcissism. it's hard to pinpoint why. maybe it's because my self-esteem is so low it loops right back around like a computer integer. maybe it's because everyone keeps making the mistake of hyping me up all the time. maybe it's because i crave attention. maybe it's because i've always had to give it.

but maybe... just maybe...

maybe it's because i got it from you.

#the thought that my family is the reason for me being broken #is one that terrifies me #but there's few other explanations for it #the explanations are starting to dwindle #i want to stop thinking about it #i dont want to get to the bottom #vent #personal #the nightingale is singing #that's nice

[blankticket]

2, 7, 20

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

i'd actually been avoiding anything trigun for years, since like high school lol. this is gonna get a little personal (i don't mind sharing, ftr! but i don't wanna hurt anyone just having this all Out Here on your dash) so here's a readmore for discretion:

story goes, high school me had taken one of those MBTI tests and looked at the list of fictional character comparisons and was like

"oh shit! omg who's this guy he seems really cool and awesome, also?!" then did a little reading on it by a fan who was essentially like,

"he's happy-go-lucky and some of that is genuine, but it's also used as a front to hide how haunted he is so that his friends don't worry about him. also he has a ton of survivor's guilt he's carried around ever since he was little—and no small part of that is due to his twin brother."

"oh. lmfao. wait wait wait, okay all of that is way too close to home and that scares me so im going to stay away from this forever (video clip representation of me at the time)".

skip forward about a little over a decade later, all the way to just last december; i'm writing in a crocus thread with roo (maxvash!!!) as a different character, and i'm like. Huh. y'know, i'm actually at a spot where i can handle getting into trigun. and Then see that they reblogged the post about trigun overhaul!

so really—the actual lynchpin to get into trigun here was roo's real impressive depiction of maximum vash, which sparked my totally-forgotten intrigue. read through maximum within 3 days (like, literally mid-thread), then a couple weeks later, stampede started airing! real cosmic line-up of events.

What’s the best thing about the canon you are writing?

interpreting "canon" here as "isola radiale", and specifically its world, i think the best part of it is the settings within spirale. i've enjoyed seeing this map grow and change over the years, even if i've been in and out of the group. the little blurbs for areas are enough to fuel creativity while not putting too tight of a leash as to what can transpire in these places.

environment is key to the way these character interactions work, and i feel there's no shortage to variety or overutilization to be done with the settings available

If you could sum up your character with one sentence, what would it be?

joke answer: "dead man walking anthropomorphism of 'Why Can't We Be Friends'". the ska cover version by smash mouth obviously

otherwise: "A pacifist gunslinger who can't escape trouble, whether of his own making or otherwise."

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