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twstfanblog · 7 months
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*~Period Drama~*
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A/N: This was a funny idea I had and Now I'm gonna do another series with my Yuu OC. Note that I write most of the cast in a platonic sense with my OC because that's how their story formed. I'm fully open to doing requests with characters in a romantic sense. Word Count: 4.7K Warnings: Period mentions, allusions to sexual assault (They are assumed, nothing actually happens), She/They OC Pronouns Pairings: Azul/Reader (Poly), Jamil/Reader (Poly) Enjoy! Start (Here), Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Heartslabyul), Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt.1)
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Yuu was forgetting something, she knew she was. But sitting in her pjs on a Saturday morning, an over-filled bowl of sugary cereal in hand, she couldn't be bothered to really care.
It was shaping up to be a good day too. None of the staff needed her help with anything, her friends all had their club meetings, and the kitchen was stocked with easy-to-grab snacks for Grim. the cat monster himself had even started his homework on Friday night with minimal fighting. Literally, nothing could be wrong, but she still felt uneasy. They woke up feeling weary and oddly bloated.
With an inquisitive expression, she taps her spoon against her bowl. They really hoped they weren't going to spend all day in a strange sense of deja vu…
Then she sneezed and everything made sense. Yuu blinks, moving back to pull the seam of their pj pants, looking down as they groan, "Ah, shit…"
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Azul loved Saturdays, they were his biggest money-maker days. Students came to the Mostro Lounge either to get a head start on homework, grab a drink after practice or clubs, or merely have a freshly cooked meal. It also was the day he had most of his workforce available so he could spare the time to walk around campus or catch up on his own paperwork.
But, what he's trying to do was gather his courage and think up a plausible enough reason for him to go visit his date-mate. Not that he usually needed one, they were very vocal about how he was always a welcomed presence in their company.
But, Yuu had been…easily irked? Prickly? Upset. Yuu had been upset for most of the week but anyone who questioned their mood was quickly shot down. The prefect would then tensely state they weren’t mad and then questioned why people thought they were mad. Sure they had a very intense resting bitch face but who didn't at Night Raven? (He's fairly certain you needed to either be handsome or have the most terrifying resting bitch face to be admitted to this school).
So he wasn't too pressed about his date-mate's mood until Floyd said something. He had come into the back office pouting of all things, saying 'Shrimpy smelled off'. They had also punched him when the eel merman attempted to pick them up, which wasn't normal.
Jade handled his twin, trying to cull Floyd’s decreasing mood, while Azul opened a few text chats to ask if anyone had caused Yuu reason to want to kill someone. The genuine confusion and concern that answered back only made him more uneasy.
Now, on a sunny Saturday, Azul made the long journey toward Ramshackle. With an obscure board game tucked under his arm and a bag of exclusive gummy candy in hand, he was on a mission to improve his dear pearl’s mood.
Or he was until he was suddenly being dragged down the dirt road in a different direction. He yelped and shouted, trying to angle himself to see what was pulling him through the mud and sticks. The answer was Sam’s shadows, the black willowy wisps quickly yanking him into the shop and setting him on his feet. Azul looks down at his outfit, scowling at seeing the dirt and grass stains. Sevens, did he rip his slacks?
“Lil fish.”
Azul jolts, eyes wide and semi-fearful at Sam’s echoing tone. The man stood behind the counter, a number of medical supplies laying across the surface as his nails gripped at the wood. Sam’s eyes were wide, pupils pinprick as his amethyst orbs almost glowed under all the shadows. Speaking of shadows…Azul looks around the shop, feeling actual fear stir in him. The shadows were everywhere, zipping through the aisles, slithering in and out of the back room, and some were even racing out of the shop, “Uh…Yes, Sam? H-how can I be of assistance?” He didn’t stutter, he refuses to admit he stuttered.
“Do you know what a pad is?”
“Like…Like a notepad or-”
“NO!” Sam slams his fist onto the counter, the lights of the near-endless shop flickering wildly at the force of it. He rests his face in his hands, paying no mind to his makeup and hat that fell to the counter. Looking up, his intense stare was replaced with one of desperation, “You’re killing me here, kid. Look, if you know what a damn pad is, just tell me where to get one! I know you and the lil pup talk!”
“I swear, I have no clue what you’re talking about, sir.” Sevens, had Azul ever felt scared of Sam? He didn’t like this, why was his fellow businessman so frazzled? What kind of pad was he talking about? Why couldn’t he find it and assumed Azul would know where and what the damn thing was?
Sam groans, hands running furiously through purple-tinted lock braids. With a snap of his fingers, the wisps all stop. Either quickly entering the shop or bleeding into the shadows to hide once more, “Look just…Go see the prefect. They called me asking for sanitation pads? That’s the business name they told me anyway…That and just…a lot of pain potions.”
Azul clicked out of his confusion, growing nervous at the potions request, “I…wait are they hurt? Shouldn’t they be in the infirmary?”
“I suggested that, but they insisted they didn’t need to go, just the potions. I’m sending them over soon, Crewel is due to deliver my order in an hour or two. I’ll send him over after ya once he gets here.” Sam grumbles under his breath as Azul rushes out of the store. ‘Primadonna dog hates when I call him while he’s brewing…’
Azul pulls his phone from his pocket, sending a text to both Jade and Floyd. Yuu was in pain, they had requested something called a ‘sanitation pad’? Whatever those were. By the name he could only guess they were used for cleaning of some kind. He sent the twins a message to meet him at Ramshackle ASAP, potentially 119 status. Yuu had always joked about the Octavinelle trio being the first ones they’d call if they needed to hide a body. But, it seemed when it came time for them to actually make the call, the poor thing must have been overwhelmed. He could only think they had done it in self-defense, but the cause didn’t matter. There wasn’t going to be a body in a few hours.
Halfway through the woods to Ramshackle, he hears other footsteps hurrying to catch him. Looking over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow at the extra amount of people, “Why are they here?”
Ace, Deuce, and Jamil all kept a quick jog behind Floyd and Jade’s long-legged walk. Floyd rolled his eyes, pointing behind him with his thumb, “I was at practice. Crabby and Sea Snake saw the text and wanna help lil Shrimpy too…”
Deuce raises a hand, "I saw them leaving the gym on my way to track practice. Yuu's my classmate and friend, it's only right I help them."
Jamil hisses under his breath, side-eyeing Azul as he sped up to walk beside him, “Plus, they’re my date-mate too, asshole…”
Rolling his eyes, Azul sighed, waving Jamil’s attitude off, “Yes, yes. We can meet with Draconia later about our timeshare lover's crimes. But for now, we need to go and assist them with the dead body I’m sure is on their property.”
Ace sighs, relaxing more as he leans back, arms folding behind his head, “Yuu finally did it, huh?”
“I mean…They can only threaten to murder someone so many times before they’d snap…” Deuce pipes up, rubbing the back of his head, almost dreading getting blood on his uniform again.
Floyd giggled, “I can’t wait to see who Shrimpy squeezed~. I bet they made it real messy!”
“Hmm…I wouldn’t put it past Yuu to kill someone via strangulation. But their MO seems to lean more toward bludgeoning.” Jade smiles to the group, eyes closing in barely hidden glee, “If anything clean up will at least be interesting if we’re just dealing with some blood splatter and a puddle!”
 Ace and Deuce wince, watching Floyd, Azul, and Jamil simply nod at Jade’s examination.
The mood was instantly broken once they came into view of Ramshakle. Floyd and Jade tensed, their smiles dropping off their faces before racing toward the dorm as two teal-colored blurs. Azul shouted, only to choke on his tongue at the smell. Blood. His nose wasn’t anywhere as sensitive as Floyd's or Jade’s but even at this distance, he could smell the sharp iron smell. He jogged to catch up with his dormmates, his expression of panic causing the other three to speed up as well.
All he could smell was Yuu’s blood. Sharp and salty, but spiced and sweet because of their diet. A hint of some type of alien fragrance that no one could place and Yuu couldn’t name mixing it all together perfectly. And that was all he was smelling, not even a hint of another person’s blood.
When the rest of the group had made it to the front porch, Floyd was pounding on the door, eyebrows creased while Jade searched the bushes for the hidden key, “Shrimpy! Open up! Shrimpy!”
Jade’s fingers had just grazed the false rock when the door’s locks clicked open. Floyd swung the door so hard it nearly sent Grim into the hallway wall. The feline monster kept to the ground, eyes wide and teary with fear, “Yuu’s bleeding all over everything and they won’t tell me why!”
Deuce was the only one who had the mindset to scoop Grim into his arms, the rest of them instantly rushing up the stairs toward Yuu’s bedroom. The sound of their footsteps pounding on the floor echoing in the house, each of them calling out in panicked voices. Azul could only grow increasingly worried, the scent of blood growing stronger and stronger.
Jade slams the door open, Ace instantly diving into the bed and startling Yuu awake.
“The-The fuck- hello?”
Ace cupped their face, using what medical lessons Riddle had drilled into his head to see if they had a visible injury, “Yuu! Can you hear me? We were calling you all the way downstairs- Ay!” He tumbles off the bed when Yuu shoves him aside, dark eyes glaring down at the redhead.
“Yeah, I was sleeping. Why are all of you in my house?”
“We smelled blood shrimpy!” Floyd kneeled onto the bed, sniffing around trying to find the main source of blood. Ignoring or nipping at Yuu’s hands trying to shove his face away from her body.
Azul stepped forward, eyes roaming in barely concealed haste, “Sam sent me over. He was worried by a request you had called him about? It’s sent him positively spiraling.”
Yuu raises an eyebrow, having given up on getting Floyd off their bed and wrapping an arm around him instead, “Yeah I was about to ask. Octobaby, what truck did you get dragged behind and did you at least get the license plate?”
Whatever positive flow of atmosphere that was building ended, Floyd grasping the duvet covering them and pulling, “Shrimpy, where are you bleeding-”
A single tug was all it took for Yuu’s bottom half to be flashed. They all look in stunned silence. Fresh red blood on a series of towels under them, a smear on the inside of their bare legs. Yuu shouts but none of them respond, minds spiraling at what could have possibly happened.
“Floyd! By the Seven, I’m not wearing any pants!” Yuu snatches the blanket back, draping it over their legs with a huff. They turn to Floyd only to have their face gripped harshly. Floyd stared at them with a dead expression, his single golden eye almost glowing with the force of his anger, “Floyd?”
“Who?”
“Wha-”
“Who?”
“Floyd.” Jade’s hands come into view, pulling Floyd’s grip off of their face and his brother off the bed. Jade was no better, a pleasant smile on his face but eyes wide and void of any emotion, “It’ll do no good to pressure them into telling us. Let us let our two professionals deal with this. The two of us can brainstorm methods of...disposing of the unsavory culprit once we have a name or description.”
Yuu watched them slowly leave the room. Floyd just barely letting Jade pull him along as his expression started to finally morph into a look of anger. His fists clenched as he gritted his teeth, body so tense his movements were more shaky than his normal loose glide.
Looking beside them, Yuu catches eyes with Ace and Deuce. Ace quickly turned away, a hand covering his mouth as a single tear slid down his cheek and his shoulders shook. Deuce was no better, gripping Grim in his arms as he hiccuped softly with just barely contained sobs. He looked like he was fighting back the urge to go into 'delinquent mode'.
Jamil finally moves, a hand on each of Ace's and Deuce's shoulders, guiding them to the door. Softly pushing them out too once Jade had managed to pull Floyd out of the room, “Let us talk to them…We’ll…we’re gonna figure this out…”
Yuu watches stunned as Azul walks toward them as though he was approaching a wounded animal; softly, with just a hint of fear and pity, “Azul…What’s-?”
“It’s ok.” Jamil closed the door, still facing it so Yuu wasn’t sure if he was saying it to them or mumbling to himself, “It's…It’s ok, you’re gonna be fine…”
Azul had finally reached them and they could clearly see the unshed tears in his eyes, “It’s not your fault. This is not your fault, do you hear me?” He ran his fingers through their hair, his other hand gently cupping against her cheek as his thumb shakingly caressed their skin. He opens his mouth, closing his eyes while he sighs a shuddering sob. Gathering his wits again he opens his eyes, a fiery determination glowing in them, “We’re here for you, my pearl.”
“Wha…?” Yuu could only wrap their arms around Azul, the merman diving to embrace her in what had to be the most protective hold he could do with just his two arms. It felt safe and sturdy, like a cool blanket was wrapped around their body. While it was welcomed, Yuu only grew more confused feeling a wet spot start to form on their shoulder where Azul’s face had snuggled into, “I’m…very confused…”
“Yuu.”
If Azul wasn’t holding them, they would have jumped off the bed. Jamil stood right next to them with a blank expression. His face pulled into a mask of neutrality, but his eyes were steely, an ice-cold fire in them waiting to find a victim.
“Who. You can tell me, you can trust me. We’ll handle everything, you won't even have to look at the bastard unless you want to beat him to death yourself.” He kneels on the bed, his hand moving to touch her covered thigh before retreating, a pinched expression breaking his mask before it was back in place, “You have to tell us who did this to you, hayati.”
Did what to them?
Yuu stared at Jamil, blinking when he finally had to look away to bite his lip. He looked to be holding back tears, fully turning around to put his face in his hands to mutter under his breath. ‘How could he let this happen? Why couldn’t he have just one thing with nothing to ruin it?’ a teary sob of ‘Do they not trust him?’
“My pearl?” Azul pulls his face away from their shoulder, sniffling before he removes his glasses briefly to wipe his tears, “Do you…Would you like me to draw you a bath? This can’t be comfortable-”
“Azul!” Jamil whipped around, glaring at the merman, sparing them a worried glance before turning back to Azul and whispering heatedly, “They can’t take a bath until they get checked, you moron!”
“What’s there to check Jamil!? We can all clearly see what happened! Why put them through the extra…extra poking and defilement when we know what happened!?”
“Because we need evidence!”
“What we need is a name! Or a description! I’m not even going to entertain the idea of bringing this to a court. We have plenty of manpower on campus to bury whoever did this 12 times over.”
“Excuse me, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Yuu spoke up, eyes glancing between the two of them, “Because if you mean the bleeding, that’s pretty standard at this point.” Maybe they just…forgot they had a vagina? Boys normally didn’t react well to period talk in the first place, but this was an all-boy school and Yuu was more non-gendered than female-gendered. Maybe they just honestly forgot.
But, what they said had only made things worse, both Azul and Jamil looking at them in absolute horror. Standard. This was normal. This had happened multiple times already.
Azul starts to openly sob, wrapping himself around them in a way to keep everything else away, nuzzling his head into her neck and whimpering out apologies. Jamil covered his mouth, a look that Yuu could only call devastation on his face before he stood from the bed to pace the room. Mutters grew in volume and speed before Yuu finally realized what they thought had happened.
“Oh. OH!” They quickly pull Azul from their neck, hands pressed to both his cheeks to keep him looking into their eyes, “Sevens! Guys no! That isn’t what this is, I promise! No one hurt me like that!”
“You expect us to believe that!?” Jamil turns on them, eyes wild and red with held-back tears. He gestures to the bed, alluding to the mess of blood under the covers, “What else could this possibly be!? Why are you trying to defend them!?”
“Jamil, I’m on my period!” Yuu looked back at Azul once her words seemed to hit Jamil, “It’s just my period. No one hurt me. I’m…well, not fine. Periods are a bitch. But not that…I swear it wasn’t that.”
No one made a sound past Azul’s labored breathing, the merman’s expression slowly morphing from one of despair into confusion. Once his breathing was finally under control, he pulled Yuu’s hands from his face, a single brow raised, “Your…your period?”
“Yeah…It’s just my period.”
Jamil pulls a face, eyes looking down as his brain worked to understand what Yuu was saying, “...Like the punctuation?”
Yuu frowned, turning to Jamil, “Don’t you act fucking dumb with me.” They press a kiss to Azul’s forehead, letting him slump against their chest, not seeing the gears turning in his head, “You and your sister are basically the same petty soul shared between two bodies. You know what a period is Jamil.”
The two mages catch eyes across the room, both…so painfully confused. Azul takes his time to finally untangle from Yuu, giving a small smile and patting hesitantly at the blanket, “O-okay…A period…right?”
At Yuu’s annoyed nod, Jamil sniffs, checking that he hadn’t cried before looking over to the door, “And…Najma will know. You’re sure she will?”
“I mean basically every girl gets a period so I would think so Jamil…”
The two boys share another look, communicating in a way Yuu hadn’t learned to do with them yet before they turn back to them with those soft, weak smiles. Azul caresses their face again, saying they should go back to sleep and that someone will bring up something to eat later on. It was slow, they clearly didn’t want to leave, but they both closed the door behind them. They share another look in the hallway, nodding before moving to regroup with the others.
The contained chaos they walk in on was almost comical if the reason wasn’t so mortifying. Jade had a hand gripped on each of Floyd’s shoulders while they took up the loveseat, whispering to the taller eel as he held him back. The whispers growing in intensity as his eyes widened in manic glee every time Floyd growled and moved to pull out of his brother’s hold. Ace was leaning against the wall, anger clear on his face as his nails bit into his forearms. He was the only one who looked up when they walked into the room. Deuce sat on the couch, curled around who they could only think was Grim, his shoulders shaking with barely contained cries.
Ace speaks up first, calling everyone else’s attention to their entry, “Well? Who’s the bastard we’re hunting down?”
Jamil and Azul pause, Jamil looking to the side and sighing, “They say nothing happened-”
“They’re lying!” Grim cries from Deuce’s arms. 
The spade Heartslabyul soldier sniffles, raising his head to look from over the couch, “Grim said they’ve been bleeding since this morning. From before he woke up…”
Jamil pulled out his phone, already dialing his sister, “They said Najma would know what’s going on…They were…so sure nothing…happened…”
Ace opened his mouth to yell only to be cut off at the sound of Najma picking up the line on speakerphone.
“Jamil? What’s wrong, you never call me?”
“...” Jamil gulped, gripping his phone before speaking, “Najma, I need you to be completely honest with me. Swear on your life levels of seriousness. Do you know what a period is?”
“...Like the punctuation?”
Azul bit his lip, a hand moving to cover his mouth and start to pace around the room. He walks closer to Jade and Floyd to explain, the two eels listening to his quick words in clear confusion.
“I…Najma, something happened. Is it…normal to…” He let out another sigh, almost wishing it would take his soul with it, “Is it normal to bleed…out of your vagina?”
The beat of silence almost gave Jamil hope. Maybe it was some super secret girl thing that no male was allowed to ever know about. Maybe everyone in the room would have to be killed once Najma confirmed its existence. He knows he would at least prefer that over the alternative.
“Jamil, what the fuck? No!? No, that's not normal!? Jamil who do you know that’s bleeding out of their-”
“Don’t have time, I’ll call you back once this is all settled.” He’s never hung a phone up so fast. It quickly rings again, but he just declines Najma’s call and silences his phone. Now looking around, everyone else in the room is just as confused if not more so than he and Azul were.
“...What?” Jade tilts his head to the same degree his brother does while they both study Jamil, each trying to find…something in the conversation they just heard.
Azul spoke up, leaning his elbow against the fireplace, a hand coming up to rub at his temple, “They said they were simply on their period and that this was normal. They were also very certain Najma would confirm this sentiment, claiming it was a natural thing girls did.”
Deuce sat in thought, his brain working overtime to try and piece together the information they had, “Maybe…Uh…Wait, I can ask my mom!”
“What is your mom gonna know, Deuce!?” Ace hissed, more frustrated than actually angry.
“I don’t know, she’s like...an older girl? Maybe she knows more about it than Najma would?”
“...” Jade looks toward Azul with a shrug, “It’s another source of information. We’re literally going in blind with this.” He looks down in worry, feeling Floyd relax in his arms. His brother wasn’t calm by any means, more so his mood had finally reached so low that his homicidal urges couldn’t properly latch onto it. He just kept Floyd in his arms, holding his taller brother under his arms as though he was a cat.
Deuce pulls out his phone with one hand, the other keeping a grip on Grim as the monster whines. It only took a very rings before the phone was answered again.
“Hi, Deuce! I was just about to send you a text. I found this new cafe and they make the cutest parfaits-”
“Mom, that’s cool. Send me a picture later but. Um…I got a really weird and private question to ask you-”
“Deuce, we talked about this sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with liking certain things-”
“NOT THAT, NOT THAT!” He blushes, quickly cupping his phone away from view of the others. He whispers his question into the receiver, waiting with bated breath when the other line was quiet.
“Sweetie. Am I on speaker?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“That isn’t…that isn’t something that should be happening. Is this…Deuce, is this about your friend Yuu?” At the affirmative, she continued, “I know you said they weren’t from around…anywhere really. But you boys need to tell your teachers about this. Whoever told them this was normal lied to them.”
The nervousness returns, everyone sharing a look, Deuce thanking his mom before hanging up the phone. Pass the stray sigh or muffled rambles no one spoke, each one of them was scared to voice their theories. Everything easily pointed toward…assault. But Yuu was such a level of certain that it was hard to deny the doubt that grew at the idea. There were magical ways of getting the truth out of people, they had Jade and Jamil, so it wouldn't be hard. But none of them wanted to break the trust Yuu had given to them. Not to mention the small chance that something did happen, and forcing Yuu to recount the horrible situation was cruel even by Night Raven standards if they were trying to actively suppress it. 
It seemed like they sat in silence for hours before they all heard the front door slam open, footsteps quickly stepping through the hall before a signature black and white coat filled the doorway. Crewel stood with one hand on his hip, the other impatiently tapping his crop against his leg.
“Ok, what’s going on? I’ve had students running around terrified from Sam’s shadows. I go to see Sam to ask about it and he informs me that he sent you runts to check on my puppy.” Crewel looks around the room, his frown turning into a scowl before he schools his expression again, “And there's no sign of my puppy in this pack of dogs, so what’s happened?”
After a prolonged silence, Ace groaned, deciding to bite the bullet since no one else wanted to, “Yuu’s bleeding from…from their vag and won't tell us why.”
“...” Crewel stepped to the side, light gray eyes seeming to look past all of them while he used his crop to point down the hall, “Get out.”
“Sensei-”
“Get. Out.”
The scramble they did out of the room was like a pack of dogs released into the wild, each of them refusing to meet the glacier-level stare of their teacher as they ran past. They didn’t leave Ramshackle property, choosing to instead stand outside and wait to be fully dismissed.
Crewel took the stairs two at a time, flinging Yuu’s bedroom door open. The sound of it slamming into the wall made Yuu groan in protest. He walks to the bed and sits, a hand instantly brushing their bangs back to alert them to his presence. He couldn't tell through his gloves, but they had seemed flushed, “Puppy? Puppy, talk to me. What's happening? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Yuu hums, just barely getting back to sleep before Crewel woke them up again. A hand pressed to their lower stomach and grumbled, “Hmmmm….Period…” “...Pup. What’s a period, explain it to me.” He keeps his hand in their hair, petting in a way to soothe both of them if needed. Period, Yuu clearly wasn’t talking about punctuation. All his mind could reach then was that period was speaking of a state of time. Meaning this was something that happened on some type of schedule.
Groaning, Yuu sits up, letting her head rest against Crewel’s shoulder, “Period, monthly bleed and all that. It’s girl stuff, you know biology, Crewel…”
Taking her in his arms, Crewel rubs at their back. Monthly…It’s at times Crewel is made painfully aware of how lacking he and the rest of Night Raven College were in knowledge about Yuu’s biology. “Yuu…That’s not a thing in Twisted Wonderland.” He can feel the moment they tense up, letting them pull back to look at him.
Yuu stares at their pseudo-father, eyes searching for some sign of the past hour being nothing but a really bad joke. Seeing none, they feel a cold realization hit, “Oh…Well, this is gonna be a real interesting time…”
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pasta-in-the-pudding · 8 months
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I absolutely love Toby and I’ve recently discovered your account and I ADORE the way you write him. That last post was fuckin amazing btw, if it’s not too big of a deal, may I please get some headcanons of Toby being clingy with a reader who’s equally as clingy/affectionate? Like cuddling and following eachother around wherever the other goes. Toby is just so AGHHSHDDH I LOVE HIM
Aww im so glad you liked my last post!
Thank you so much for requesting!!
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Clingy!Toby x Clingy!Reader
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Toby had a rough childhood, that's no secret
And as a direct result of that, he craves both physical and emotional intimacy
And now that he has you, all of those needs that he couldn't fill before, are constantly being met and more
When he wakes up, you are there, either acting as his pillow and playing with his hair, or tucked under his arms, with him holding you close
When he's working, you are there, helping him with his tasks and chores, sneaking kisses along the way
And when he goes to sleep, you are there, looking up at him happily, maybe pressing some soft kisses to his lips before closing your eyes and dosing off
It's one of the things he prides himself on, that no matter what, you are always there
You make him so happy, and he is certain that no one else has ever felt this good before
You follow each other around like lovesick puppies
It's quite cute, honestly
You could be watching tv when toby will get up to get a snack, and you will follow suite
Or if you decide to go out (for food, feneral shopping, etc) toby will be not far behind, asking you to wait for him as he ties his laces
Of course, there is space given (although, bery rarely do either of you want space)
If you wanted to just go out and hangout with some friends for a night, toby would betotally ok with that
But when you get home, be prepared to never escape the kisses
He'll kiss you on your face, ears, hands, arms, neck
Anywhere he can get his lips, really
Cuddling normally consists of Toby laying on you in some way, but if you wanted to lay on him instead, or maybe be in some sort of "neutral" position, he'd love that just as much
But if you are ok with him laying on you, boy be prepared
His favorites are: 1) laying on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your hips and your fingers in his hair, or maybe even rubbing his back
2) laying between your legs, playing on his nintendo 3ds or scrolling on his phone, with at least one of your hands on his shoulder so he can kiss you as he pleases
3) laying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, he especially likes if you play with his hair in this position, as it never fails to lull him into sleep
What's yours, is his
And what's his, is yours
If your around his size (or even bigger than him he doesnt care) he will absolutely steal your clothes
His favorites to steal are tee shirts, because he can wear them wherever, whenever
Also, if he's put in a situation where he can't sleep with you (for example, an overnight mission) he would pull out one of your tee shirts (yes, he always has one on him) and wraps it around whatever he sleeps on, so that he can still feel some semblance of sleeping with you
You are the only person allowed to touch his snack stash as well
His only condition is that whenever you want something, you owe him a kiss
Which of course, is something you are happy to do
Most times you will sneak up to him, whispering a "boo" in his ear, and wrapping him in a hug from behind
He smiles, and kisses your nose, and in turn, you kiss his cheek and wave the bag of snacks in front of him
"Wanna go snuggle?" You ask him in a soft whisper, giving soft kisses to his shoulder
He nods with a "mm-hmm" and the two of you go up to his room, getting comfy in his blanket and scooching in close together
Toby would literally move mountains if you wanted him to
All you have to do is ask <33
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charcubed · 5 months
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Look, I personally lose nothing if Lokius doesn’t become explicit canon. And if that were to become the case, I’d also have no regrets for saying for years that that would happen in the show by the end ¯_(ツ)_/¯
I’ve said it before, but by now it would be Disney/Marvel’s loss, NOT mine. Whoever wasted or limited the potential would be the idiot, not me.
I’m simply never gonna feel crazy for noticing what’s happening in a story or silly for daring to hope it’ll be brought to fully satisfying narrative completion. That's just a me thing. Maybe this is because at heart I’m stubborn! But I’d like to think I’m not unreasonable. I can’t control whether writing stays consistent or censorship is overcome... But I just do my best to construct solid arguments, and as long as those arguments remain solid, I stand by them :)
I know not everyone would say the same, or they consider this to be "hope" or "optimism," but I see it as logic based in noticing what the text of a show/story is doing. And personally I also consider blatantly evident subtext to be "canon enough," so if we get my personal minimum, my happiness may still outweigh any potential disappointment for me.
However. Here's what I've come here to say today, in reaction to things I've seen floating around in the fandom:
While I do understand on some level why people worry that Lokius won’t be more explicitly canonically romantic because it could be censored by Disney.... At this point, I don’t understand how people can think Loki/Sylvie will still happen.
As of right now, there’s no way to argue for that in my opinion. (I'd like to see someone try.)
The show has set up a fun but very simple situation from basically the start:
They made romantic love a point of relevance in the show’s story. More specifically, they pointed out Loki's desire for a "real" romantic love, and had him learn the lesson that he doesn't deserve to be alone. They didn't HAVE to do all of those things and tie them together. They CHOSE to make romantic love relevant – and they have actively continued to choose to do that, to the point of including a mirrored dark love triangle in s2 ep3. That narrative thread simply has to be fulfilled.
So if they deliberately established that Loki wants and needs a “real” love, and his relationship with Sylvie was referred to as "fiction" so she cannot be a real love for him.... Who does it have to be?
Obviously it has to be Mobius. And of course, the whole show points to Lokius also, for countless more reasons than just this simple breakdown. But pointing this element out is the simplest argument one can make.
So either...
1. They take Lokius to full narrative completion with explicit canon, as they should and as I expect them to,
or
2. Loki's desire for a real love is left unfulfilled, open-ended, and/or made clear through subtext that it's Mobius.
Those are the options, if you ask me!
This is aside from how Lokius’ love story is now even at the core of the show’s themes and plot, which is an insanely strong vote in favor for their future canonicity.
But for the purposes of this post, I’m talking about whether we'll get explicit romance specifically, like a love confession or a kiss – and I do actually genuinely think we'll get both of those things. I'm not trying to force you to agree with me, but just to be clear, that's where I'm at with it and have been since 2021 lol.
So in regards to worrying about Loki/Sylvie...
They were never really a romance (yes, even in season 1) and they sure as hell aren't now. I can’t imagine they'll become one even IF Lokius is left subtextual.
So what actually remains to be seen is if the writers got to go all the way with Lokius, or if that central queer love story was censored on some level in the end.
My hot take is no one should be ~worrying~ about Sylki at this stage of the game. Free yourselves, people.
If the story starts abruptly going in a Sylki direction, even with only 3 episodes left, I will certainly be the first to say so lol. But I simply sincerely, truly doubt that'll happen.
(Hot take in the footer: this is not the post to get into this at length, but in case this comes up… In this house we do not use the word "queerbaiting." It is a useless, nearly-meaningless, insufferable term that devalues the legitimacy of subtext and queercoding more often than not; it's rooted in the idea that media must hit arbitrary and inconsistent checklists often set with cishet approval in mind; and it perpetuates a focus on the false and harmful myth that many creators are "cowards" instead of leaving room for nuance and the fact that industry censorship still exists.)
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Expeditious - Part 3
This wasn't how Emily had seen her quiet, low-key, wedding day going.
Part 1, Part 2
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Hi friends,
I finally got round to writing the 3rd and final part of this fic, and the team finally meet the baby and find out that Emily and Aaron got married in secret.
Please let me know what you think <3
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Words: 2.4k
Warnings: Mentions of a baby in hospital, nothing in detail
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
It’s the longest week of Emily’s life. 
Being discharged from hospital whilst her baby wasn’t, having to leave her behind as both her doctor and Aaron insisted she needed to recover herself, was the hardest thing she’d ever done. It outweighed everything she’d ever been through, anxiety simmering under her skin in a way it hadn’t even when she was newly with Ian, sure he’d catch her out at any given moment. She visited the hospital every day, hours passing her by as she sat next to Molly’s tiny little bed or with her asleep on her chest. 
Leaving never got any easier, an actual ache in her chest when she and Aaron were told it was time to go, as if her heart had been carved out, a hollow hole that was full of grief for the experience she’d wanted. For the birth she’d planned for and the precious first few days with her little girl that hadn’t been anything like what she’d hoped for. Emily could barely look in the nursery, the room still unused. The only new thing that had been put in there in the last week was a big box of preemie diapers that Aaron had bought in preparation for when they finally had their little girl with them. 
She sighs as she sits back on the couch, the house is almost painfully quiet, the mechanical sound of her breast pump the only thing she can hear. It always felt like another gut punch, another reminder that none of this had been what she’d wanted it to be. At 3 am she should be feeding her daughter, not sitting on her couch pumping so she could take the milk into the hospital in the morning, so she could keep her supply up for when Molly did come home. 
“Em?”
She smiles softly at Aaron as he walks into the room, looking adorably rumbled, his hair pointing in every direction as he rubs his eyes. He’d been her rock through all of this, his own concerns and anxiety pushed down so he could look after her. It wasn’t the start to marriage that either of them had expected, their newlywed bliss very short-lived after she went into labour at their celebratory lunch. He’d taken everything in his stride - her misplaced anger that meant she’d snapped at him when he didn’t deserve it, how he had to convince her to leave the hospital every day, her resistance breaking both of their hearts simultaneously. 
It was proof she hadn’t needed that he was the person she wanted to spend her life with. That he was her port in a storm just as she was his. They supported each other through the hard, unprecedented thing, and she couldn’t imagine wanting to walk through the rest of her days with anyone other than him. 
“Hi,” she says quietly, not wanting to risk waking up Jack. The little boy hadn’t been able to meet his little sister yet, and she knew he was worried, constantly asking her questions about Molly that made her want to cry, her voice cracking as she held him close, “Sorry, did I wake you?” 
He shakes his head and sits next to her, “No, I just wanted to check you were okay.” 
She smiles sadly at him and shrugs, “As well as anyone who is pumping at 3 am to keep their supply up can be,” she says, her voice coming out more biting than she had intended it to. 
He sighs at the sarcasm in her voice, and he places his hand on her thigh, squeezing tightly, “Sweetheart.” 
She blows out a breath and nods, closing her eyes as she places her hand over his and links their fingers together, “Sorry, honey. I…” 
She drifts off and he leans in to kiss the side of her head, lingering there for a moment to breathe her in, “I know,” he says, kissing her again before he pulls back, “It’s okay.” 
She nods and clears her throat, emotion she hadn’t been able to escape in the week since her daughter was born climbing up her throat, “I miss her. I just…I want her here.” 
He’s careful as he wraps his arms around her, not wanting to knock the pump and cause her pain, and she sinks into him, seeking out the comfort she was always able to find with him.
“I know, me too,” he says, swallowing thickly to push his own rising emotions down, knowing that she needed him to hold her together right now. It was so often the other way around. “But, you know what they said yesterday, if she has no issues overnight we can bring her home today.” 
She smiles and nods, her eyes watering as she releases a wet chuckle, “Let’s hope your genes kick in and she stays out of trouble.” 
He laughs and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead, “Hey, my little Molly is perfect,” he says, his smile turning into a soft smirk, “Besides, based on some conversations with your mother, I think the troublemaking won’t kick in until she’s a teenager.” 
She scoffs and narrows her eyes at him playfully, “She’ll be perfect even then,” she says, and then her smile slips, the gravity of the situation kicking back in, “I never thought I’d want to be sleep-deprived. I’m so excited to have her here.” 
“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, catching a tear that escapes her lashline, “And when she’s home she can finally meet Jack and all of her aunts and uncles who are excited to meet her.” 
Emily nods and leans her forehead against his, “And then maybe we can finally tell them we’re married.” 
It was something they’d decided together. Emotions were heightened as it was, the stress of having a newborn in the hospital enough without having to add anything else on top of it. The team hadn’t asked any questions beyond ways they could help them, any concern about why Emily and Aaron had asked them to all gather at Dave’s gone the moment they realised the baby had come early. They’d understood that they needed space and took it in turns leaving casseroles and, in Penelope’s case, enough baked goods to stock a bakery on their porch. 
She was excited to tell her friends that they’d been married a week already, but she was anxious about their reactions, well aware that even the tiniest negative response would make her cry. 
“Things will be fine, Em,” he assures her, almost as if he was reading her mind, “And if they say anything I’ll throw them out.” 
She chuckles and reaches up to card her fingers through his hair, trying to flatten it, “My hero.” 
He stamps a kiss against her lips, “Do you want me to get you a snack or something to drink?” 
She smiles and nods, “I’d love that. But in a little while, okay?” She says, resting her head on his shoulder, “I want to sit here for a bit.” 
He rests his cheek against the top of her head, “We can sit here as long as you want, sweetheart.” 
___
Molly is home for five days before the team comes over. 
A part of Emily wanted a little more time, but she knew her friends were itching to meet her little girl. She’d appreciated the last few days getting used to having her little girl at home, enjoying watching Jack marvel at his little sister, the boy obsessed with everything she did, and she was excited to see her friends, the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places, love her daughter. 
She’s changing her into a clean onesie, her heart clenching at the sight of her little girl, of how tiny she looked in the lion covered piece of clothing. It was strange to think she should still be pregnant, that she should still be three weeks away from meeting Molly, from finding out that she was having a daughter. As much as she wished things could have been different, that Molly’s start to life had been a little smoother, she couldn’t imagine not already knowing her. Not knowing that she had her nose, or that she had a head full of dark hair. That she preferred falling asleep in Emily’s arms but found Aaron’s voice soothing. It meant most of their nights were spent sitting up in bed, Molly against Emily’s chest as Aaron told her a watered down version of her parent’s love story. 
She smiles when she hears the doorbell ring as she finishes doing up the onesie and she picks up Molly, cradling the tiny baby against her chest. 
“That’s going to be your aunts and uncles, sweet girl,” she says, kissing the side of her head, breathing in the scent that never failed to make her feel at ease, “They are so excited to meet you,” she kisses her head again and starts to walk towards the nursery door to head downstairs, “Just to warn you, your Aunt Pen probably has some very pink and shiny things for you to wear.” 
She smiles when she makes it to the top of the stairs just as Aaron makes it to the front door. He turns to look at her and winks before he opens the front door. 
It’s suddenly very loud, every member of the team talking at once as they walk into the house, hugging Aaron excitedly as they look around for her and the baby. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she’s barely got her feet on the ground before they all turn and look at her. Penelope gasps and steps towards them.
“Oh look at her,” she exclaims, “She’s so tiny.” 
Emily smiles proudly and turns Molly to face her friends, “She’s already gained 14 ounces since she was born,” she says, smiling as Penelope steps closer again, “She’s a big girl now.” 
“Can I hold her?” Penelope asks, her hands already reaching out. 
“Yes, but hand sanitiser first,” Aaron says, already holding the big bottle he’d bought at the pharmacy and directing the team to all hold their hands out, a stern look on his face that usually belonged in the office. 
Emily playfully rolls her eyes at her husband as he pumps some of the gel into their palms and she makes eye contact with JJ. She pats Molly’s back when she starts to fuss and she starts to walk towards the living room.  
“Since she’s still meant to be cooking we have to be extra cautious,” she says softly, “The last thing we want is for her to go back to the hospital.” 
“That’s totally understandable,” Penelope says, putting her hands out for some of the sanitiser. She finally looks at Aaron, tearing her gaze away from the baby, and her eyes fall on his hands. She gasps and wraps her around his wrist and pulls his left hand closer, her eyes wide as she realises what she’s looking at, “Is this a wedding ring?” 
The room falls into silence and Emily has to suppress a smile as Aaron’s eyes briefly go wide, his plan to take off his ring so he didn’t give the game away so early something he had clearly forgotten in his sleep deprived haze. 
“Yes,” she says, walking over and standing next to her husband, smiling up at him when he wraps his arm around her, his other hand over hers on Molly’s back, “We got married.” 
“When?” Dave asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he crosses his arms over his chest, a look on his face that lets Emily know he was trying to figure out what signs he may have missed. 
Emily looks up at Aaron and nods, their conversation brief and silent before he squeezes her hip. 
“It’s what we were doing the day Molly was born,” he says, running his thumb back and forth over his wife’s hipbone, “We were having lunch when Emily’s labour started.”
“So the dinner at Dave’s house?” Derek asks, looking back and forth between them curiously.
“Was when we were going to tell you,” Emily confirms, her chest tight as she thinks about what happened that day, how it would always be a mixture of the best and the scariest day of her life, “But then this one decided she wanted to join in on the fun, and everything changed.” 
“Why didn’t you invite us?” Penelope asks, any joy she’d had at seeing Molly for the first time replaced by sadness, “Did you not want us there?” 
Emily sighs, feeling her own tumultuous emotions start to bubble in her stomach and she clears her throat, “Of course we did Pen,” she says, “It’s just…it was something we wanted. Just for us.” 
JJ smiles and steps forward, always the first to bridge gaps, the peacekeeper that the team would sink without, “I can understand that,” she says, holding out her arms and smiling as Emily eases Molly into them, “Especially since you were pregnant with this gorgeous little girl. Wedding planning is stressful enough.” 
“Exactly,” Emily sighs, relaxing into Aaron as he wraps his arms around her properly, as if he knew she needed holding in place so she didn’t reach forward and grab their baby back from their friends, “Although because I went into labour I wouldn’t say we ended up avoiding stress.” 
The team all gather around JJ and look at the baby in her arms, all of them arguing about who got to hold her next apart from Spencer who looked terrified at the prospect of it. 
“If you think you’ve got away with not having a wedding party you’re crazy by the way,” Penelope says, looking up at them, her eyebrow raised as she turns to look at Dave, “We’ll talk.” 
“Why do I always host these things?” he asks, furrowing his brow jokingly. 
“Because you live in a mansion…” 
Aaron turns to Emily and kisses the side of her head, lowering his voice so only she can hear him whilst the others carry on as if they weren’t in the room, their voices fading into the background as he focuses on his wife. “What are the chances we’ll have any choice in this matter?” 
“Zero,” she replies, turning her head to kiss his jaw, “But honestly this is the best we could have hoped for.” 
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Hii, This is my first time asking for a request! If your not taking requests please ignore this. I love your writing by the way! <3 lady lesso x reader, I was wondering if you could do a part 2 Of im not a child anymore. Maybe they would have to hide there relationship. And lesso being head over heels for the reader. TY<3
I'm not a child anymore - part 2
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Hi !!! Thanks for doing this request. I hope to receive more of your wonderful ideas in the future:)
Part 1
It was not entirely forbidden.
Both of you were evil and professors. However, in order for your relationship to be considered appropriate, you needed time.
Time that both of you were tired of giving.
It was one of the only times you considered your special ability as a true gift.
You could wait for her to walk through a deserted corridor and sneak up to her from behind.
You didn't know how, but Leonora always seemed to know wherever you were to tackle her and was fast enough to grab you and press you against the wall.
The redhead through the years of her education had taken lots of height, resulting in her looming over you.
" Naughty girls need to be punished. " She would whisper sensually before kissing you senseless and then lead you to the closest of your chambers.
You were the oldest, but it was clear as day who was wearing the pants in your relationship.
Leonora was over the moon.
She had been dreaming about it for ages, you sitting on her lap, you playing with her hair, you kissing her cheek, you still asleep (preferably naked) in her arms.
She wanted everything.
EVERYTHING from you.
The innocent and the dirty things.
She wanted to be able to wrap her hand around your waist, showing off to everyone.
She wanted to be able to gaze at you lovingly whenever you disciplined a student with a little more violence than necessary.
How much did Leonora love watching you asserting your dominance (on other people's expense) or you using violence.
You were the angel of darkness (literally, that's what everybody called you), yet Leonora wouldn't hesitate a single second to name you the goddess of beauty, as she found you prettier than the night sky itself.
You were both in love. So in love.
And you were both forced to hide it. Hide your mutual attraction, and your flirtatious little comments needed to be greatly diminished, especially with either the dean of good or Leonora's 'friend', aka Clarissa Dovey.
One day, both you and Leonora decided to take a walk around the castle grounds, under the protection of the night and the magnificent moonlight, creating such a unique and romantic atmosphere.
You were leaning against her right arm, half asleep because the previous night you slept for approximately one hour (the dean of good forced you to stay awake, claiming that she suspected one of your students was stealing from one of hers - she was so disappointed when she was proven wrong).
Leonora had placed her hand in a way to allow you to lean on her while also propelling you forward.
You yawned, closing your eyes and allowing your secret girlfriend to walk you around.
Leonora kissed the top of your head, continuing walking but changing direction.
" Where are we going ? " You asked too lazy - and bored - to open your eyes.
" We are going to put you back to bed. " Leonora half laughed, not able to understand how you were unable to even think.
You hummed, wrapping your hands around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. " I see... "
There was long silence while Leonora was making sure that neither of you was going to fall off.
" Will you sleep with me ? Please ? " You whined, kissing her shoulder-blade.
Leonora patted your back and left a kick kiss on your forehead. " You know that you don't even have to ask. "
You made a celebrating sound before stopping abruptly. Leonora immediately followed suit.
You pointed at her right. " I think your friend Dovey is hiding there. "
The never professor raised an eyebrow. " It can't be, she's not very fond of walking around the school at night. "
" LEONORA FUCKING LESSO. YOU ARE VERY WELL AWARE THAT ALL OF US ARE FORBIDDEN TO BRING OUR LOVERS IN SCHOOL GROUNDS, MUCH MORE DURING THE SCHOOL YEAR. YOU INSOLE- " Dovey stopped midsentence realizing who was in Leonora's hands.
You turned to face her - still glued on your lover's body. " You done ? "
Clarissa swallowed hard. She was - for a first time in a really long while - speechless.
" Well, if that's the case, then I better go to bed. You, evers, wasted enough of my time with your stupid ideas and even more useless and boring opinions. " You waved her off, turning your back at her.
Leonora smirked, interlocking your hands together as she waved mockingly goodbye to Clarissa.
" Oh, before I forgot. Mention anything of this to your annoying Dean, and you will suddenly lose your ability to breathe. " You added like it was no big deal.
Little Dovey was slowly tearing up. Both you and Leonora had graduated which meant...
The girl turned around and practically run back to the school for good.
Little did she know that both of you and your lover were laughing your asses at the sight of her disheveled state.
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My Top 10 Fictional Guys' HC's
I didn’t know where or who to start with writing, sooo here’s my personal top boyos! Instead of giving my personal reasonings, I’m giving headcanons for each! This took me way too long to do. uvu Man there's gonna be one heck of a tag list pfff-
#1 Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)
♡ When He Likes You: Mirio knew he’d like you, but he didn’t expect to like you this much. It’s kind of hard to tell that he does because he’s pretty friendly with everybody, but his friends notice that his smiles are a little bigger and he seems a little more excitable when you’re around, not to mention that hint of blush on his cheeks. He’ll use his quirk and act a little goofier than usual just to hear you laugh and see your smile. He even goes out of his way to spend what little free time he has with you because he enjoys being around you that much.
♡ Asking You Out: It happens on a random day almost out of nowhere. Mirio’s been thinking about asking you out for a couple days now trying to think of the best way to approach you about it without making you feel uncomfortable or forced to say yes. He really wants to make sure if you do say yes, it’s 100% your choice. But after all the thinking it just feels off for him not to be direct, so he just casually asks you one day when there’s a break in the conversation: “Hey, would you wanna go out sometime? Like on a date. You don’t have to say yes or answer right away if you wanna think about it, either way is fine with me. I just think you’re pretty cool.” When you say yes, he has the biggest smile on his face as he grabs your hand and tells you he’ll come up with the best date ever.
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ If you’re ok with physical affection, this man has plenty to provide. Mirio will always interlock your fingers and hold your hand wherever you go. He gives the most AMAZINGLY warm hugs that make you feel like nothing could ever hurt you with him around. Forehead and head kisses are his way of showing his utmost affection for you especially when you’re cuddling together. If you happen to return said affections, he melts and returns it again ten fold. ♡ Whenever you’re feeling ill, in pain, or just feeling down in general, this man is on it. Need medicine? A heating pad? Good warm food? Comfort foods and soft warm blankets? Just ask and he’ll go get it or make it no question. Even when you’re sick he’ll hold you and make sure you’re able to fall asleep. He’s very attentive and wants to make sure you’re feeling your best or as comfortable as possible. ♡ One of his favorite things to do is share food with you. There’s something sort of intimate about sharing food that really makes him feel like a couple with you. He also finds amusement in the way you eat, but also this gives him a chance to not only feed you food, but for you to feed him food as well. While he enjoys feeding each other in a classic couple-like fashion, sometimes you two will opt to be silly about it and make funny noises while you do it or straight up miss each other’s mouths on purpose.
#2 Kagami Taiga (Kuroko no Basket)
♡ When He Likes You: Kagami’s a complete dork around you. He’ll try to impress you with his basketball skills and occasionally it’ll work, but sometimes he’s so focused on looking cool that he doesn’t pay attention and ends up tripping over something or running into his teammates. When it comes to one on one interaction with you, he‘s pretty blunt about his curiosities about you since he’s too impatient to have any tact with a conversation. Despite his rough behavior with most people, he’ll be his own version of polite and respectful with you and keep his more fiery side in check when you’re around.
♡ Asking You Out: You’d think Kagami would just straight up ask you, and he does, but you have to ask him to repeat himself because he either stutters the whole question or says it too quietly to hear. At one point even he gets fed up with himself so he sighs and finally asks you clear as day. “Will you go out with me? On a date?” He chokes on air when you actually say yes and then cheers and punches the air in celebration. You also think you hear distant cheering somewhere you can't see that totally isn't his teammates.
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ If anybody gets a little too friendly or flirty with you, Kagami steps in instantly glaring them down. He won’t even say anything, he’s just scary enough to send people running. God forbid anyone try to put their hands on you without your consent, he won’t hesitate to deck them and full on FIGHT. ♡ One of Kagami’s favorite activities to do with you is to cook together because he didn’t get many opportunities to do stuff like this with his own family. If you don’t know how to cook he’s happy to teach you and surprisingly patient with you (it really baffles his friends and people that know him, it’s like his hot headed side shuts off when interacting with you). He’s a little more iffy with baking, so if you know how to bake he’s eager to learn. If neither of you know how to bake, it’ll probably be a bit of a hilarious disaster that's still fun for you two. ♡ When you guys sleep in bed together he likes to be the big spoon because you’re quite comfortable and the perfect hugging size for him. Even if you guys fall asleep separately somehow he’ll still end up wrapping around you in his sleep in some way.
#3 Sebastian (Stardew Valley)
♡ When He Likes You: You can hardly tell that Sebastian likes you since he’s a pretty closed off person, so it’s the subtle things that give him away. Despite his loner tendencies, he lets you hang around even when you stumble upon him having alone time. He’s not much for conversation, but he’ll genuinely ask you how your day was or how you’ve been, maybe even ask about farm life and your interests. But every now and then you’ll catch him off guard with something you say and he’ll let a smile slip or a small chuckle followed by a look of appreciation for your presence.
♡ Asking You Out: Sebastian wants to ask you out, but to be honest he doesn’t really know how so he’s been putting it off until one particular day. You two are exploring the mines together since you know your way around pretty well and he wants to see if he can get a Frozen Tear for himself. When you two finally find one, you get swarmed by frost bats. Sebastian grabs your hand and you two make a run for it. When you’re finally outside the cave, you two are laughing in disbelief and then there’s a pause before he suddenly asks you out. You say yes and he can’t hide the excitement on his face. “Cool. Maybe we could go see the city on my motorcycle some time.”
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ Sebastian ends up getting pretty invested in your lifestyle so he tends to help out on his days off. He likes to tend to the animals (and slimes if you have them). If you need any mine resources he’s totally down to go with you and ends up being your cover from monsters while you mine. Any other activity that involves exploring or going to strange places, he’s your right-hand companion to make sure you come back safe and also feed his own wanderlust he didn’t quite know he had. ♡ After a long or particularly rough day the two of you go to the Spa together to relax in the hot spring. If your muscles are aching Sebastian doesn’t mind massaging them for you as long as you return the favor. On the occasion that you guys might get bored while sitting there, your relaxation will turn into a little splash fight. ♡ It catches you off guard at first, but Sebastian will sometimes suddenly express how grateful he is to have met you and how lucky he is to get to date you. He always felt like the odd one out in this town finding it hard to really connect with anybody and his life felt pretty stagnant, which is why he wanted to move to the city in the first place. But now that he’s met you, he’s grown a lot more optimistic about his future and he smiles a lot more than he used to. He never wants to take all that for granted so he makes sure to let you know that.
#4 Rin Matsuoka (Free!)
♡ When He Likes You: Rin doesn’t want you to know it so much he hardly wants to admit it to himself. He’ll act pretty irritable with you due to this, but if he sees he’s upsetting you with his attitude he’ll instantly drop it and try to cheer you up. As you get to know each other more though he starts to really open up and relax, even playfully teasing you and giving you sass to draw out a reaction from you.
♡ Asking You Out: Rin’s pretty troubled at first because he feels like asking you out would cause things to be awkward if you say no, but he can’t deny his feelings for you any longer. So he seeks you out one day looking rather irritated (as a tsundere does) and at first you think you’re in trouble for something. “Oi! I need to ask you something. Would you…go on a date with me? It’s fine if you say no, you can just forget I asked or whatever…” But you say yes and he’s shocked, but grins and has the gall to tease you about liking him back.
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ First and foremost, Rin wants to swim with you. If you don’t know how to swim, he’ll definitely teach you. But if you’re not too keen on learning how, he’s ok with just spending time in the water with you. He’ll even push you around on a floatie or hold you and slowly pull you around. If you’re on a floatie he loves diving and jumping out at you like a shark. ♡ Despite how active he is, one of his favorite things to do with you is chill at your place or his (or both if you guys live together). There’s nothing he likes more than to just lazily cuddle up on the couch or bed with you. If you like music, he’s all for laying there and sharing your music tastes or new songs you found with each other. If you wanna watch any shows or movies, he’s ready to attempt getting invested, although even if he’s not interested he’ll still hang around. If you guys are bored and have nothing else to do, he’ll suggest building a blanket fort and of course there will be snacks and drinks to be had in it for a job well done. ♡ Rin doesn’t outright admit it, but he likes when you play with his hair. He finds it relaxing to feel your fingertips on his scalp or your fingers run through his hair, so he tends to lay his head on you a lot to prompt you. He’ll even let you braid his hair or style it however you want.
#5 Aki Hayakawa (Chainsaw Man)
♡ When He Likes You: Aki can be hard to read sometimes, but his aloof nature cracks when it comes to you. He’s very protective of you and always wants to make sure you’re safe (and not bothered by people unworthy of your presence). You can hardly tell when he’s particularly happy or excited, but when you offer (or accept his offer) to hang out you manage to get a small blush and eager smile out of him. He's also the type to check himself in the mirror and straighten out his clothes before he goes to see you. He always wants to look his best around you.
♡ Asking You Out: Aki’s actually kind of nervous about it and has to hype himself up a bit to ask you. He plans a specific day and specific time to ask you to get a coffee/drink of your choice with him framed as a casual hangout. However, his fellow co-workers manage to stumble upon you two and ruin the moment consistently every time he tries to pop the question. In a built up fit of frustration, he slams a table and blurts out, “Would you go away already?! I’m trying to ask them out!” He goes red as he realizes what he said. After a moment of silence, you pipe up that you would in fact like to go out with him. He’s thrilled of course, but the amount of torturous teasing he gets from everybody afterwards is almost unbearable.
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ It takes Aki a bit to get used to physical affection if you’re into that. He’s kind of shy about it so you’d probably have to initiate, but once he gets more comfortable he more so offers affection rather than outright giving it to you. He’ll open his arms for you to step into the hug or he’ll hold out his hand for you to take, things like that. ♡ Aki’s the type to pay a lot more attention to you than you think. Have you been coughing lately? He’s got cough drops on hand. You mentioned you ran out of your favorite snack? He happened to buy extra you can have. Are you sweating a lot? He’s got a small fan for you to use and knows an air conditioned place nearby with drinks. His gifts to you are also pretty top notch because he remembers a lot about your conversations and interests. ♡ While Aki is more used to tending to others, he likes it if you make a bit of a fuss over him even if he says he’s fine. It makes his heart flutter when you worry about any sustained injuries he has or if you’re concerned about his lack of sleep because it’s been awhile since someone’s really cared about him like that. He’s an incredibly efficient workaholic and usually pretty good with keeping up basic self-care, but sometimes when he’s having a hard time he can falter in those aspects. If you happen to catch him when he’s emotionally vulnerable and comfort him with a hug or hand hold, he unravels pretty quick but that’s when he knows he’s truly found a treasure.
#6 Masato Hijirikawa (Uta no Prince-sama)
♡ When He Likes You: Masato’s caught off guard by his feelings for you and doesn’t know how to handle them, which can cause some jealous and protective outbursts at times. When he’s not guarding you though he’s very sweet and a total gentleman. However, his usually aloof personality breaks if you two make physical contact. If you try to hug him he’ll look like he’s ready to combust on the spot.
♡ Asking You Out: Even though he’s nervous, Masato wants to make the experience romantic. He’ll ask you to meet him somewhere private yet beautiful (like a botanical garden) and have flowers in hand when you come to meet him. As he presents them to you, he’s blushing with a determined look in his eyes. “Would you do me the pleasure of going on a date with me?” When you say yes he smiles affectionately and gently takes your hands, bowing until his forehead meets them. “Thank you. I will do my best to take care of you.”
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ Physical affection isn’t Masato’s strong suit so he doesn’t dish it out often, but that makes his displays that much more meaningful. He considers physical affection to be very intimate so he prefers not to do it in public, though he is ok if you wish to give him small kisses and hugs. Hand holding is ok too, but he prefers you two to link arms. It’s his personal exception for being closer to you. ♡ Despite Masato being on the more reserved side, he likes to take you out to one of those private karaoke rooms because he may or may not want to show off his singing skills while also serenading you. He’ll even bust out the boy band moves for you! Regardless of whether you’re good at singing or not, he encourages you to try too just for the fun of it and will use whatever little instruments they have in there to cheer you on. ♡ Masato’s not too keen on trying new or different things that might appear unseemly for someone like him due to his upbringing, but his inhibitions relax if you’re involved. It’s actually pretty amusing for you to have him try things and see his reactions. You find out that he can get pretty competitive while playing video games as he has little childish outbursts of amazement and frustration. He takes watching cartoons a little too seriously and actually gets emotionally invested. And at first he’s hesitant about trying adult coloring books, but soon enough it’s one of his favorite ways to relax and he’s pretty good at it.
#7 Zen/Hyun Ryu (Mystic Messenger)
♡ When He Likes You: Zen flirts with you. Constantly and with zero shame at all times, there’s no way you don’t know he’s into you. At first it might seem like a shallow attraction, but once he really starts to get to know you he’ll start to point out things he really likes about you like little habits he finds cute or your laugh or how excited you get when you talk about your interests. He’s positively smitten with you but he will respect your boundaries if you tell him he’s overdoing it.
♡ Asking You Out: Technically Zen’s already asked you a handful of times, but you never took them seriously and brushed it off as playful flirting. Unknown to you Zen has been genuinely serious, so when you wave off his attempt once again he’s pretty disappointed and he gets uncharacteristically meek. “Oh ok, I get it. You’re not interested…” You stop him and ask if he actually meant what he said to which he responds of course, he’s been flirting with you for weeks! But you both apologize for the misunderstanding and when you finally accept, he’s so excited he almost wants to go on the date right that second. “Should we go right now? I know a lovely restaurant nearby. What do you mean you want to get ready first? Ah I get it, my cutie wants to look their best. Then let’s go out later and I’ll make sure I look my best too <3”
♡ 3 Dating HC’s:  
♡ Zen wants to show you off to everybody and will gush over you to anybody who will listen to an embarrassing (and perhaps exhausting for others) extent. Anybody that tries to flirt with him is immediately shut down with your picture in their face and how lucky he is to have you. That one Will Smith meme where he’s got his hands out presenting his wife (or whatever, idk his life lol), that’s Zen. He couldn’t be more proud of having you as his significant other. In his eyes there couldn’t be a better couple than you two. ♡ He loves going out with you and spoiling you wherever you two go, but his favorite thing is when you two go out at night. Seeing all the city lights or just seeing the starry sky takes him back to one of his favorite moments with you that he’ll always cherish. He’ll grab your hand and rub his thumb over the back with reverence and smile at you as he pulls you closer as you two walk. ♡ Zen gets excited at the thought of being domestic with you, so when you two start dating he wants to do all the things: cook together, clean together, grocery shopping, sleeping together, do some skin care together, exercise together if you’re into that, maybe even get a pet or plant child to take care of together. Even if you simply need to run some errands he’s more than happy to go with you and help out where needed.
#8 Brett Hand (Inside Job)
♡ When He Likes You: You catch Brett’s curiosity right away and he’ll chat you up to try to find out all about you. This might be an issue if you’re not much of a talker, to which he might have to ask Reagan for advice with getting closer with you. Once you two are fairly acquainted he’ll definitely want to hang out more and will always check in with you to make sure you’re doing ok. Eventually you’ll start to notice that his usually smooth conversation skills start to fail him when talking to you and he’ll start to stutter and stumble over his words if he’s not already blurting out embarrassing things by accident.
♡ Asking You Out: Brett is a wRECK. He usually isn’t this nervous about dates, but he’s never liked someone this much before and he doesn’t want to mess this up. It doesn’t help that he gets flustered around you. He even asks his co-workers/buddies for help and advice, but their suggestions were pretty intense and some not all that legal. So he settles for the old fashioned way of just asking you. Brett tries to approach you smoothly, but ends up tripping and falling. After you try not to laugh and help him up, he tries to drum up some small talk and compliment something normal about you, but it’s kind of awkward. So he takes a deep breath and just goes for it, closing his eyes afterwards to brace for the answer. And you say yes. “Wha- Really? Oh wow, uh, thank you? No Brett that’s stupid…um, I mean, great! Is there anything you want to do or anywhere you wanna go? I’m down for anything!”
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ Brett’s kind of a rom-com guy, so in kind he does a lot of very cheesy and cliché things except he tends to mess them up. Setting up a romantic candlelit dinner? Something (probably him) catches on fire. Sharing a kiss in the rain? He slips and accidentally headbutts you. Bringing you flowers? Somehow they get destroyed on the way to you. But even when things go wrong, you two find a way to make it better. From laughing over the incident as you tend to any injuries and clean up, taking turns drying each other’s hair and snuggling up with warm drinks, to using the surviving petals as romantic and fragrant decoration. It seems like nothing can truly deter your relationship. ♡ Due to his work, Brett’s very nervous about your wellbeing. If you’re not involved with what his job does, he tries to make sure you stay far, far away from it so that you stay safe and don’t end up mysteriously disappearing. If you happened to be a co-worker that he started dating, he’ll check in with you frequently to get you food and drinks and also let you vent about work since he knows working for Cognito can be rather stressful. ♡ Since his family sucks to a high degree, he takes spending time with you and all celebrations with you quite seriously. He will go all out for your birthday especially. If you’re ok with parties, he’ll throw you the best one according to your preferences. Either way his one requirement is to have a dance with you. Whether it be high energy, go crazy dancing or a slow and romantic dance, he’s happy to be close to you.
#9 Kanji Tatsumi (Persona 4) 
♡ When He Likes You: Kanji blushes just from thinking about you, much more looking at you. He tries to cover it up by looking even meaner than usual but his friends know better and tease him endlessly about it. He’s pretty bashful around you and has a hard time making eye contact. If you’re receptive to him, he’ll gift you handmade keychains and plushies of your favorite animals or things you’re interested in. If you’re still wary of him, he’ll try his best not to seem so imposing around you by lowering himself if he’s taller than you, keeping his hands in his pockets, and practicing smiling more though that part might backfire from how much he forces it.
♡ Asking You Out: There were a couple failed attempts before he finally just goes for it. There’s not really much of a set up for it to be honest because his friends force the situation on him when they all plan a way to get you two alone. There’s a briefly awkward exchange between you two when he suddenly just blurts out asking if you would go on a date with him followed up by an apology. “I know I’m not as good looking as some other guys and I don’t exactly look like someone you wanna take home to your parents ya know, so I get it if you say no. No hard feelings or nothin.” So he’s taken aback to say the least when he hears you say yes. He even asks if you’re sure and once you reassure him you mean it, he does a little cheer before clearing his throat and saying, “Cool, cool. It’s a date then.”
♡ 3 Dating HC’s:  
♡ Kanji really loosens up after you two start dating and lets his more dorky side come out since you make him comfortable to be himself. He scowls a lot less and tends to smile more genuinely especially when you’re around. Make no mistake though, even though he’s friendlier he’s still willing to intimidate and throw hands if anybody tries to mess with you. ♡ You tried on Kanji’s clothes once for the sake of impersonating him as a joke, but it turns out he was really into it. He thought it was really cute. So he doesn’t mind if you steal any of his clothes for pajamas and will offer his jacket to you if he sees you shiver even the tiniest bit. ♡ When you guys are having a more chill day inside sometimes you two pick out crafts to try together. Kanji is pretty handy with sewing so he has no problem learning or leading the way with crafts around that department if you’re not knowledgeable of them. You two will usually make a matching pair of whatever craft you’re doing and Kanji will proudly display your guys’ crafts in his room.
#10 David (Camp Camp)
♡ When He Likes You: David’s sort of obvious and cliché since he’s usually a pretty open person. He’ll blush around you, give longing looks while you’re not looking, and give you compliments over seemingly minor things. His affections are even more obvious when you’re brought up in conversations with others because he’ll start rambling about how much he admires you and how amazing he thinks you are.
♡ Asking You Out: There’s a big camp bonfire coming up so David decides it’s a perfect time to ask you out. What’s more romantic than making smores by the fire under a starry sky? Unfortunately for him, nothing ever goes as planned in Camp Camp. Some camp kids start throwing melted chocolate and marshmallows at each other, others are throwing random things into the fire to see what burns, and amidst the chaos David briefly catches on fire himself. After the fires are safely put out and everyone’s returned to their cabins, you take David to dress his burns. Deciding that he’s got nothing to lose at this point, he finally asks you out on a date to which you accept. He can’t believe it, but he’ll take it. “As much as I love these kids, I’m definitely making sure Gwen watches them when I take you out.”
♡ 3 Dating HC’s: 
♡ As disastrous as the confession was, David wants to make up for it by taking you out to a campfire minus the kids this time. The stars are beautiful, the smores are delicious, and he has a surprise for you as he takes out his guitar. At first you expect a campfire song, but instead he has a sweet and tender love song he wrote to sing to you. Afterwards you two share a kiss and cuddle next to the fire. ♡ You two plant a tree together and it becomes your plant child. The type of tree and name is up to you, but you two go all out with its care giving it the best quality soil and water, decorating it around holidays or just for fun to make it cuter, and talking to it like it’s your guys’ actual child. David couldn’t be a prouder plant daddy. ♡ David doesn’t seem the type, but he can get pretty jealous if he sees anybody showing more than friendly interest in you especially if the person seems tougher or more masculine than him due to previous relationships. He’ll end up inserting himself into the conversation feigning friendliness and wrap an arm around you while standing as tall as he can to make things clear you’re unavailable. He might seem like a pushover, but when it comes to you he won’t back down for any reason.
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Bad Brain Days
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Today I’m having a bad brain day.
It’s not that my brain is misbehaving. It’s just having a rough time functioning.
You might call it something else, and it has numerous causes, a bad night’s sleep, a flare up of a chronic health condition, medication issues, a short term illness, or simply being overwhelmed with responsibilities.
Whatever the cause, we all have days when our brain doesn’t want to do what it’s supposed to, ie: think.
Which is bad for life in general, and particularly bad for the thinky work of writing.
So what does a committed writer do when faced with a bad brain day?
The first and simplest thing is yield. If your body is telling you to rest, it’s a good idea to heed it.
I don’t advocate for pushing yourself to write every single day. (unless streaks really work well for you, in that case streak on!) It’s especially important if your bad brain days are often caused by feeling overwhelmed.
No doubt you have things you must get done: work, classes, child or elder care, household responsibilities. Things you can’t skip just because you’re not feeling up to it. So do yourself a favor and skip the non-vital tasks, like writing. Just for today.
But perhaps that writing habit thing is starting to catch hold and you’re looking forward to your writing session as something you do for yourself, but sadly your brain just won’t go in the words and ideas direction. What then?
The best thing is to make a list of what you can do. If you have low brain usefulness days frequently, on a good day try coming up with a list of things you can do on slow brain days.
Here’s some ideas to get you started.
1. Read. Skip the social media doom scroll, turn off your devices, and read something on paper. It could be an old favorite that feels comforting, it could be something new and exciting, but either way, focus on what makes the book or story good. We hear a lot about reading critically, and finding fault seems to dominate that. But try reading to admire. Pay attention to what you enjoy, what makes you smile, what makes you feel immersed. Read with the intention of enjoyment.
2. Do something story adjacent. If you like posting about your WIP on socials, find a few good pull quotes and queue them up. Or create a synopsis or pitch to keep on file for whenever someone asks what you’re writing. If you like making visual stuff like mood boards, make one for a scene or character.
3. Feeling up to diving into the work itself? How about updating your outline? Read over what you have written and add whatever changes you’ve made to the outline. It doesn’t have to be complex. Just try making one sentence summaries of each scene. You can do this if you didn’t have an outline to begin with too.
4. Talk to a friend about your writing. Writers need social interaction and if your writing has been consuming a lot of your spare time, just connecting with a friend might be what you need. (and don’t make it all about your writing! Be a good friend!)
5. Make starting tomorrow easier. Do non writing stuff that smooths the way, like tidying up the formatting or layout, creating blank chapters or scenes, or even sketching out a scene without making an attempt to fill in all the blanks.
Finally, don’t make any major decisions about your WIP on a bad brain day. You might do something your regret. Instead make notes on any major cuts or changes that feel needed, and look at them again on a day when you feel good.
And don’t make your writing another burden that makes everything too hard to carry. Tomorrow, when your head is (hopefully) clearer, take the time to assess if your writing is too much. To consider if the goals you’ve set yourself are workable with your current life situation. There’s no shame in dialing things back. If writing 250 words a day is too much, consider reducing it to 200. Or adding in more days off. Or considering a lower pressure project. Writing short fiction instead of tackling The Novel.
Most of all, remember that a solid writing practice is first of all a healthy one. So take care of yourself.
—Maree
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5 Steps to Get Your Novel Ready to Self-Publish
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Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Kindle Direct Publishing, a 2022 NaNo sponsor, helps you self-publish eBooks and paperbacks for free. Today, author Denise Grover Swank shares some tips to help you get your novel ready to publish:
Congrats on completing NaNoWriMo! I completed my first book with NaNoWriMo in 2009, and was thrilled when I’d finished, but I wasn’t ready to hit publish just yet!
1. Have someone else read your novel.
Every book needs revising and editing. Trust me, I’ve written over seventy books at this point and still need to revise books. 
You’ll either need to find a developmental editor or alpha readers. Alpha readers—well-read readers and/or other authors—are great for writers on a budget and are usually free. You can find them in writers’ groups or your friends who are readers. Just be careful if you’re using friends and family: they’re going to be biased. (Unless they’re my aunt who read my paranormal thriller and told me I should write children’s books.) 
2. Invest in copy editing.
You’ve revised and edited your book, now what? Copy editing is where you may want to invest if you can. Copy editors look at your book line by line and correct grammatical mistakes. Please, please, please don’t try to do this yourself. You’ve read you book countless times and will miss things. Trust me. I know. (If you need a proofreader, here’s where your friends who can spot a typo a mile away come in handy.)
3. Get a good cover.
Let’s talk covers! Study the market and find out what’s selling in your genre, then find a cover designer who fits the trends. You can spend anywhere from $100 to $1000 or more, but you can get by on the lower end. Just don’t try to make one yourself unless you’re really good at graphic design. 
4. Get the formatting right.
You’re almost ready to publish, but first you need to format your eBook and print book—You can do this by using the free templates available on Kindle Direct Publishing, you can pay someone to do it, or there are several programs less than $200 that will do this for you. 
5. Now you’re ready! 
There are multiple places to publish, but KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) is super easy to use! Be sure to claim your books on Amazon Author Central, create an author page, then ask readers to follow you. Amazon will let your readers know about preorders and releases. Kindle Unlimited is great for newer authors who are still finding an audience, and readers in KU are more willing to take a chance on new-to-them authors. And finally, use the gifting option on your product page for giveaways on social media. Readers who love your book will tell their friends—never underestimate word of mouth marketing!
New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank lives in Kansas City, Missouri. You can find out more about Denise at www.denisegroverswank.com.
Top photo by Nong V on Unsplash. 
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how do you write the league of villians what are things to pay attention to when writeing them like with dialouge and gestures and stuff
Uhhhh, to be honest what I do is try to reread the manga a lot or write down certain chapters that help me with the characterization. Maybe another list would do it? Idk idk, I'm terrible with trying to explain myself today ejdndnjf. Let's try anyway.
Tips on what to pay attention to when writing the League of Villains:
1) You need to understand that the League is very individualistic.
If you compare the League of Villains to other teams like the Meta Liberation Army, then you will find out that the League really values their personal freedom and the ability to do as they please.
They have strong personalities that clash all the time, but they also know how to act together because they have a common goal. You need to be careful with those, because it's like handling the little threads of a puppet to make him walk in a certain direction.
Dabi tends to like working alone, but he always comes back when the LOV needs him. Twice is not very good in solo missions, but he's a real overkiller when he has someone he wants to protect or take care of. Mr. Compress doesn't like big fights and prefers to stick to subtle roles— he's the wild card of the team. Spinner is often in the support role, while Toga is the one with more secret missions among them. As the leader, Tomura is the main show and the most direct attacker.
I often try to categorize their dynamics and study how Horikoshi uses them in the manga.
2) Pay attention to how their backstories dictate how they see the world around them and how they interact with it.
A good characterization comes from knowing the character, understanding how they came to be and how they can grow. I suggest that you reread the manga and ask a lot of questions.
One of the best examples is Dabi. I've seen him depicted as this cool suave character, when in truth his very awkward!
There are several moments in the manga when a LOV member pointed out his low self-esteem or tried to comfort him over it. Toga said that he was running away because his fire couldn't hurt Gigantomachia, while Twice tried to cheer him up during the attack to the summer camp. He dances like a little kid when he gets excited and couldn't recruit one (1) good new member, the only one being a traitor. He's also very very dramatic, "falling from a second floor widow as I destroy a building" dramatic, which would be super aloof if it wasn't for Toga noticing that he did that to cheer her up after Twice died.
Another example is the difference between Dabi and Spinner:
Even when they are both Stain fanboys, they differ on what is a pro-hero and who gets to become one. Spinner is more idealistic, being a civilian kid that still has hope. Dabi is way more cynical, given that he knows by experience the inside workings of the Hero Society 'cause his dad was a pro-hero. On the other hand, Spinner suffered from a type of discrimination no one else in the League could understand.
They do not see the world the same way, so they won't react to it the same way either.
3) You don't want to turn them into a stereotype instead of the multifaceted characters they are.
I find that fandom spaces are deadly scared of making a character ooc or scared of turning them into a stereotype. I personslly think it's kinda silly to expect fan creations to be exactly like the main source.
Characters are defined by maaaany things like their past, their environment or the setting of the story, the current arcs, the message that the author wants to communicate, etc. They'll be different in each story, but the goal is not to write them to the point they are unrecognizable
If you're afraid of writing the LOV shallow or making them feel alien, remember: the most important part is to figure out the core of the character, aka those traits that cannot change under any circumstances or you'd be writing an original character.
Once you have those traits, you should focus on consistent writing. Every action must have an explanation, an origin. Create your own guidelines and stick to them.
For example, in my I Don't Dance au, Tomura leans into his "Tomura" persona for a healthier reason, but he still does it. AFO didn't force the identify change on him, instead Tomura took it as an artistic name to distant himself from the Shimura tragedy. While Tomura is still a shield for Tenko to hide behind, just like in the manga, giving him an artistic way to express his sorrow and guilt instead of a destructive quirk and the worst mentor figure ever— well, it gave me an excuse to make Tomura just as unwell, but a lot more sane and in control of his emotions.
He might be a bit ooc, but that's expected of an alternative universe where I changed a lot of his past! The important thing is that he's still a menace and that his issues are the same, just treated differently.
4) Like when you're learning a new language, you will have to exaggerate before you learn how to control their personal "accents".
Remember the essential traits I mentioned? One of them is the way they talk!!!!!
Try to think about the level of education they had, who were their friends, the socioeconomic status of their families, what jobs they worked in, what series they watch... Of course, you can ignore this and try to write them all on a basic vocabulary. This really depends on how deep you want to dive in the characterization.
You know that Dabi is really rude and that he grew up in a wealthy family. However, he'd try to hide his upbringing so as not to make others question him. You can write him talking more in the street style and maybe make him slip and add a witty comment from time to time.
Toga has a very kawaii talk. It's exaggerated when she's on beast mode. Like Dabi, Toga is pretending because she wants the world to perceive her as a little girl and not a monster. When Toga feels more comfortable she is kinda childish, but something closer to her age. She is more calm, more sober with her words.
This applies to the gestures too!
Spinner would try to act cooler because he wants to look like Stain, but he's a nervous wreck. You can write him as someone who tries to flex with his giant sword, while screams the most nerd stuff ever to exist.
In serious moments, Twice is able to look fully present, less divided; on the day to day he jumps from grumpy to childish with little worry. He's movement is probably clearer when in a fight and his words are more severe.
Mr. Compress acts like a coward, but when the time comes he's not afraid of the spotlight. He is not one to talk a lot. Theatric gestures like fixing his coat, his hat or his gloves are unique of him.
An exercise is to make them all say the same dialogue or do the same gesture, exploring how different can they perform under the same circumstances.
5) Know your limits as a writer or know when you want to explore / expand your range.
As a writer, you must know where you are, where you want to go and what you want to do. Or at least realize you don't know and that it's a new adventure for you!
Sometimes you'll have to write that fanfic and let it be for a while. You can reread it later and ask yourself what can be improved. Art is a process of failing and failing and taking notes of those failures, so you can get better.
Another good exercise is to read a lot of fics and study them. If you think a fic has good characterization, try to pinpoint what gives you that feeling. Be critical. Overanalyze. Complain on your own if you need to.
Instead of expecting it to be perfect on the first try, imagine you're building a stair. One step will not take you there. Work with one character at the time or with only one aspect, maybe the dialogues only. Focus on a part and then you can continue with others.
I'm aware of how general and vague I'm being, but I don't have specific rules for writing the League of Villains. I try to do the same thing I'd do with any other characters. So....
Hope this works for you too <3
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Purple Widow-Pt. 3
Summary: Kate and Yelena finally make some progress on the case, but it's not what they expect.
Pairings: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: mentions of alcohol and blood, fighting/violence, minor injuries, guns
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3/3: Sitting ducks
And she's complete. Once again apologies if this is too much of a slow burn or not that great, it's my first fic after all. Cheers!
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Kate woke up with a slight headache. It felt as though she had slept with a vise grip on her temples. She reached for her phone to check the time. 7:52AM. She groaned, knowing there's no way she could sleep any longer. She sat up slowly, long black hair falling over her face as she stretched, reaching her hands above her head while yawning.
"Good morning buddy." Lucky wagged his tailed as he stayed laying on the end of her bed, not quite ready to get up either.
Eventually Kate made her way downstairs for breakfast. She just sat down with her plate of eggs and toast when she received another text from a random number.
Unknown: Meet me on the corner of East 4th St and Avenue B. 10:00.
Kate: 10-4
Unknown: Don't forget to drink some water.
Kate breathed out sharply from her nose at the reply. She wasn't that hungover, but water would definitely help. She read the address again, recognizing it as the same street her aunt's apartment was on. After finishing her breakfast and filling Lucky's bowl with an estimated amount of food, Kate got dressed to go. Her long ponytail hung down her back as she pulled her coat over her shoulders and headed out into the cold.
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Kate walked around the corner to see Yelena sitting on a bench reading a newspaper.
"What's with all the rave about this espresso martini?" Yelena spoke without looking up from the paper. She was reading a small write up about local bars.
"Is the alcohol not enough? Is mixing caffeine a good idea?" Yelena sounded disappointed as she folded the paper and left it on the bench.
"Good morning to you too." Kate replied sarcastically.
Yelena ignored her comment before walking towards the apartment building entrance across the street. Kate picked up the newspaper and threw it in the recycling bin nearby.
"Hey, this is my aunt's building." Kate said, slightly jogging to catch up with Yelena. She wasn't sure if she should have shared that information with her as it was once the safe house where Clint was literally hiding from Yelena, but it's too late now.
"Interesting." Is all Yelena replied.
They made their way up the stairs as Yelena stopped in front of a dark brown door. Kate looked confused as she stared at Yelena for an explanation.
"This is it." Yelena gestured towards the door.
"What?" Kate looked back and forth between the door and Yelena. "This is my aunt's apartment, a Widow broke in here?" Kate pointed at the door, looking to Yelena for answers.
Yelena looked deep in thought as her brows furrowed together, clearly taken aback by this new information.
"Your aunt?"
"Yes, my aunt."
"Very interesting." Yelena stepped forward and picked the lock effortlessly.
Everything looked normal as they entered, Yelena went first to cautiously peak around corners for any unwanted visitors. Kate followed closely behind, peering in the opposite direction Yelena looked first.
"Clear." Yelena announced, visibly relaxing a little bit.
"It doesn't look like she took anything, why my aunt's place?" Kate asked to herself as she sat down on the arm chair in the living room.
Yelena looked around with a slightly worried expression that made Kate nervous, she's never seen her look worried before.
"Have you done anything to piss anyone else off recently?" Yelena quipped.
Kate rolled her eyes, "Not that I know of, why?"
"I think that you might be the Widow's target."
Yelena looked around the room, eyes searching for more clues as if she didn't need to explain her statement.
"What? Me? Why?" Kate sat forward in the arm chair bringing her elbows to rest on her knees, eyes wide as they followed Yelena pacing back and forth.
"A Widow breaks into your aunt's apartment then immediately flees to the security company your family owns that you currently work at? Why do you think." Yelena continued to pace, thinking hard.
"Oh my god." Kate felt stupid for not connecting the dots. "My name is on my apartment's buzzer..." Kate made a face as she nervously looked at Yelena.
Yelena looked at her clearly annoyed before bringing a hand to her face, sighing loudly.
"Of course it is."
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Okay, new plan. Since it seemed like Kate was the target, she figured the best way to find the Widow was to wait for her to come to Kate. And the best place to find Kate, would be at her apartment.
"So you want to be like the sitting ducks." Yelena argued.
"We won't be sitting ducks, we'll know she's coming...eventually."
Yelena reluctantly took a sip from her black coffee. Her eyes looked around at the unknowing strangers in the cafe, too busy with their own lives to pay attention to the two of them.
"What happens if she comes in the middle of the night when you're getting your beauty sleep? What then Kate Bishop?" Kate thought she caught a hint of panic in her tone, but her face appeared indifferent as it usually did, strictly business. She did make a good point. Kate made a disapproving noise as she rested her face in her hands, elbows on the old worn-out red table.
"Do you have a better idea?" Kate retorted.
"Yes actually, I think I do." Yelena threw some cash onto the table before getting up, gesturing for Kate to do the same.
Kate struggled to keep up with Yelena as she walked quickly out of the shop, turning right down the street.
"Where are we going?" Kate bumped into someone by accident and uttered a quick apology before catching up.
"Not here." Warned Yelena as she pressed on.
"Why does nobody tell me any-" Just then Kate felt something slam into her side, tackling her into the alley to her right.
Kate managed to roll out of her attacker's arms before immediately having to block a punch to her left. She spun her leg around in an attempt to trip the hooded figure before jumping to her feet. Yelena came up from behind but was met with block after block, only a few hits making their way to their target. The hooded figure hit Yelena hard in the stomach, sending her flying backwards into a nearby dumpster. Kate ran forward at the assailant, throwing a punch that was dodged at the last second. They faced each other with their fists up ready to fight, Kate tried to see their face, but the hood and poor alley lighting made it impossible. The figure lunged forward as Kate ducked a forceful punch. She heard Yelena groan as she slowly sat up beside them. Kate was struggling to make contact when a hard punch struck her on the left side of her face. She felt her skin tear as another blow to her ribs caused her to fall backwards, knocking the wind out of her. Yelena grabbed the hooded figure from behind, arm tightening around their neck as she pulled them away from Kate. The back of a fist found its way to Yelena's nose before the figure slipped out from under her grip, running out of the alley and out of sight.
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Kate's arm was around Yelena's shoulders as they entered the dingy building Yelena brought them to. It was an old two story warehouse Yelena had apparently made into her hideout. A mattress was on the floor in the corner of a large room with tall ceilings. A small couch was pushed against the far wall with a coffee table in front of it. Large windows stretched two of the walls with a sink to the right of the door, a cracked mirror hanging above it. Yelena helped Kate sit on the couch before walking towards a small table that held various food items and supplies. She returned with what looked like a makeshift first aid kit.
"Let me see." Yelena leaned over to look at the cut on Kate's face before kneeling down in front of her. Yelena's hand reached up to grab the bottom of Kate's shirt before looking up at Kate for permission. Kate nodded and watched as Yelena slowly pulled up the fabric of her shirt to reveal a bruise already forming on her ribs. Kate made a small noise as Yelena pressed her fingertips to it.
"Did you hear a crack?" Yelena stared at the bruise.
"No, I don't think so?" A sharp pain jolted through her side when she breathed too deeply.
Yelena repositioned herself beside Kate on the couch. She opened the small bag she brought back from the table and pulled out a disinfectant wipe. She leaned closer before carefully pushing a strand of Kate's hair out of the way as she brought the wipe to the open cut on her cheek.
"Sorry." Yelena warned before dabbing the wound with the wipe.
Kate inhaled sharply as it stung her skin. Yelena rummaged for a bandage and some ointment before returning her attention to the cut. Kate felt the warmth from Yelena's finger tips as she let her hand linger for a moment after gently pressing a butterfly bandage to her skin. She stared at the green eyes concentrating on her patchwork before they shifted to stare into her blue ones.
"Thank you." Kate said softly.
Yelena blinked rapidly for a moment before letting out a breathe she didn't realize she was holding in and looked away from Kate's eyes.
"Don't mention it." She began cleaning up the supplies thrown about the coffee table and couch.
"How does your nose feel?" Kate asked concerned. A small amount of dried blood could still be seen around her nostrils.
"It's been worse." Yelena joked with a small smile.
A comfortable silence fell between them for a brief moment.
"So, what was your better idea?" Kate teased, laughing briefly before a sharp pain shot through her side, causing her to wince.
It was Yelena's turn to laugh. "Before we got rudely interrupted, I was going to bring you here, before going back to the gang member's apartment to question him. He might know something, why else would she break into a police station to look through his file."
"Bring me here, to do nothing?" Kate sounded disappointed.
"You're the target, of course you shouldn't come along it's much too dangerous." Yelena waved her hands as she spoke.
"But what-"
"What if she succeeds next time?" Yelena finally looked back at Kate, a serious expression on her face. They stared at one another for what felt like forever before Kate spoke, "I can't just sit here. You asked me to help you, so let me."
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Kate woke to the sound of water running from the shower on the other side of the wall. She blinked at the sunlight forming sporadic beams from the numerous small square windows. She sat up slowly, white sheets slid off her arm as she brought a hand to her ribs to avoid aggravating them. The space next to her on the mattress was empty but still warm to the touch. She got up slowly, scanning the supply table for anything that looked like it could be breakfast.
"Morning." Kate hadn't heard Yelena re-enter the room. She turned around to see her already dressed, wet hair hanging off her shoulders.
"Good morning, do you have anything actually edible in here?" Kate held up a sad looking packet of instant oatmeal.
Yelena frowned, "It's good for you, besides it's your only option."
Kate went to shower after forcing herself to finish her oatmeal. She pulled the shirt Yelena gave her to sleep in over her head with difficulty. She looked at the damage in the dirty mirror above the sink, a deep purple bruise staring back at her. She looked down at her torso as she brushed her fingers along her ribs. Yup, that'll hurt for awhile.
Yelena was just finishing sorting her weapons on the coffee table when Kate emerged from the washroom.
"Alright, let's do this." Kate announced with far too much confidence for the state she was in. Her whole body ached but the shower did help a little.
"I'm still not happy about this." Yelena replied, sitting up from the couch.
"Oh come on, two's a party right?" Kate winked at her as she smiled playfully, earning a laugh from Yelena.
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Yelena had her weapon drawn as they slowly approached the gang member's door. Kate had her bow ready, not sure how useful it will be at such close range, but Yelena wouldn't let her be by herself on the stake out rooftop. She mentioned something about her being "too exposed" and "dead meat" if the Widow found her first. Kate thought she should have more faith in her fighting abilities, Yelena merely looked down at the bruise forming under the gash on her cheek without saying anything. Fair point.
When Yelena reached down to grab the door knob she realized the door was slightly ajar. She turned to look at Kate and they both nodded at each other.
Various items were thrown about the apartment. One window was open slightly letting a small breeze blow a sad looking curtain around gently. Yelena's arms were extended in front of her, hands gripping a loaded gun. Kate turned slowly in a circle, checking behind them as she scanned the room.
Yelena crept into the kitchen when something hard made contact with her hands, knocking the gun up into the air out of her grasp. The gun flew to the ground before sliding to a stop under the nearby couch. The Widow leaped out from behind the wall going after Yelena relentlessly. Kate raised her bow, trying to aim it at the hooded figure without accidentally hitting Yelena. She let an arrow fly, it grazed the Widow's upper arm before embedding into the far wall. Attention shifted to Kate, the Widow landed an uppercut into Yelena's jaw before leaping over a side table coming full speed towards Kate. She dropped her bow as limbs attempted to make contact with her from every direction. A few of her kicks and punches landed on the Widow before getting knocked off her feet. They found themselves fighting to dominate as they rolled around on the old carpet. Kate was almost blinded by the pain she felt in her ribs. Adrenaline took over as years of martial arts paid off, Kate had the Widow pinned below her, legs straddling her torso as she reached down and ripped the hood off. Kate sat back slightly, stunned, a gasp escaping her lips. She thought she was hallucinating, staring back at her was none other than herself. A left hook landed hard on Kate's face in her confusion. The other Kate rolled out from under her before leaping to her feet. Both Kates circled each other, fists up like they did in the alley.
"What the hell." Yelena commented stunned, moving her jaw around as if to put it back into place.
One punch dodged, another kick blocked. Shock written all over Kate's face, while the Widow version of herself stared at her intensely, determination and anger behind her eyes.
"Is this what people mean by being your own worst enemy?" Kate joked as she ducked to avoid another jab.
Before the Widow could react, Yelena's arms were around her waist tackling her to the ground. An elbow made contact with Yelena's side before she managed to pull a red vial from a small pocket near her chest. A cloud of red dust filled the space between them, Widow Kate blinked in confusion as she slowly stopped fighting back. All three of them breathed heavily for a moment before Widow Kate spoke.
"I-I'm sorry." Her brows pushed together as she looked back and forth between Kate and Yelena.
Yelena rolled off of the Widow to sit with her back against a bookshelf, chest falling up and down as she caught her breath.
"Who are you? I mean you're me, but are you me? Why were you after me?" Kate was rambling, never averting her gaze from the Widow.
"I wasn't after you. You were going to steal my target and take the job money." Other Kate looked annoyed as she examined the rip in her sleeve from Kate's arrow.
"Steal your target?" Yelena chimed in.
"Yes, this guy's apartment we're in. I was hired to take him out, then I saw you two on the rooftop across the street watching him the other night. Or, rather heard you after someone yelled loudly."
Kate shot a disapproving look at Yelena, remembering when she scared her during their stake out.
"Someone's not very good at being discreet." Yelena gestured towards Kate with a jerk of her thumb.
"Hey that was not my fault!" Kate defended.
"I thought you were going to get in my way, so I tried to remove an obstacle, clearly that didn't work."
Kate paced back and forth still very confused. How is she standing in a room with herself? Not to mention this version of herself is a Widow?
"Why did you not think it was weird to see yourself on a rooftop?" Kate crossed her arms as she stared down at her own face looking up at her.
"I figured out I must have jumped to another multiverse. I woke up in what I thought was my New York City, but slowly found things weren't quite right."
"So you needed money." Yelena was thinking hard, clearly knowing something Kate hadn't figured out yet.
"Exactly" Widow Kate looked at Yelena when she answered her, "the bank has plenty to go around. I didn't have access to my money here." She ran a hand through her black hair, looking far too casual about all of this.
The bank robbery, suddenly it clicked in Kate's mind.
"When I found all the information on my target was the same here as in my universe, I assumed I was sent here on purpose to take him out in this New York." So that explains the police station break in, Kate was slowly connecting the dots.
"You were never after me, you were just...me." Kate was deep in thought as she thought of her aunt's apartment, which was then also Widow Kate's aunt as well. She remembered the biometrics needed to get into Bishop Security, now made possible by the fact that the intruder was in fact Kate, or a version of her.
Yelena and Widow Kate watched as she spiraled into thought, a hand coming up to stroke her chin.
"How did you become a Widow?" Other Kate suddenly looked rather sad at the question from herself. She breathed deeply before looking up to lock eyes with her, the same blue staring back.
"Both of my parents died in an attack on New York City when I was little. One day I was in the foster system, the next I was being taken to the Red Room under the false hope that I was going to my new home." Other Kate looked down at her hands as she played with her fingers. Yelena looked at her empathetically.
Kate's chest tightened with sadness at her words. It felt weird feeling sad for herself in this way. She couldn't help but feel uneasy about how that could have been her.
"Dreykov sent me back to work in the company under his mind control once I was old enough. It gave him access to highly confidential assets."
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The three of them talked for awhile when they went back to Kate's apartment. Yelena explained the antidote to Widow Kate and how she was trying to free as many of the others she could. Kate looked at Yelena with admiration as she spoke. Yelena did have a heart, it was so obvious now. Kate texted Clint a message that simply said "Call me, urgent." before calling him anyways. They came up with a plan to have America help Widow Kate return to her universe. Or really, Clint came up with the plan, but Kate pretended it was also her idea. It was strange watching herself walk around her apartment knowing where everything was, helping herself to things that were technically hers.
Both Kates looked at each other before the Widow raised her hand for Kate to shake it. Kate hesitated before she leaned forward to hug herself goodbye instead. Never in a million years did she think she would get to meet herself. Yelena wished her good luck as they shared an understanding look. Kate's smile was mirrored back at her as Widow Kate turned around one last time before leaving through the apartment door.
Kate stood staring at nothing as she processed the recent events. She didn't notice Yelena watching her carefully to her left.
"You need to ice that." Yelena brought Kate back from her thoughts as she turned around to grab a bag of frozen peas from the freezer.
She guided Kate to the couch, helping her sit down carefully. Kate didn't need the help, but she appreciated the gesture. Yelena handed her the bag of peas, watching as she pulled up her shirt to gently rest the bag on the patch of dark purple. Kate winced when it made contact. Kate watched Yelena scan her carefully, checking for any other damage. She suddenly felt very vulnerable. Sadness constricted her chest at the realization that Yelena had no reason to stay in New York anymore. She would probably disappear before morning, leaving no way for Kate to contact her. Yelena's hand came up to check the cut on Kate's cheek that she so carefully patched the night before.
"I'm going to miss cleaning up your mess Kate Bishop." Yelena confessed with a genuine smile as she tilted Kate's chin to the side to see the bruise better. They were so close, Kate could feel Yelena's breath on her neck. Green eyes continued to assess her wound as fingers lightly pressed the bandage more securely onto her skin. Kate realizing her heart was beating much harder than usual. As Yelena's hand began to drop away from Kate's face, her hand shot up to grab Yelena's wrist. Kate surprised herself with her own action, before slowly guiding the hand back to her cheek. Her eyes flickered down to Yelena's mouth briefly before she leaned forward to close the space between them. Kate Bishop was kissing Yelena. And Yelena was kissing her back. Kate's stomach was doing somersaults as she attempted to deepen the kiss, but her breath hitched at the sudden movement causing her ribs to shoot in pain. Their faces fell apart as realization and embarrassment washed over Kate.
"I-I'm so sorry I-" Kate stuttered nervously, unable to look Yelena in the eye. She felt like she was being swallowed whole from embarrassment. A couple strands of dark hair hung down from her ponytail attempting to hide the flushed red colour of her cheeks. Kate wanted to disappear.
"Kate," Yelena spoke calmy.
"I don't-why did I-I'm so sor-"
"Kate." Yelena repeated herself.
Kate inhaled and exhaled shakily, looking around frantically for the right words to say.
"Kate." Yelena repeated for the third time as she reached forward to grab one of the archer's shaking hands.
Kate finally looked at Yelena after much effort. This time, it was Yelena who leaned in closer, pausing for just a moment inches from Kate's face before bringing her free hand up to pull Kate's face gently towards hers. She kissed her slowly, and so gently. Kate could hardly believe a killer like Yelena was capable of expressing such tenderness.
When they finally pulled apart, faces still implausibly close to one another, Kate couldn't help a small smile from playing on her lips.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." Kate confessed.
"I do actually, you really aren't very discreet." Yelena let out a small laugh as she teased Kate.
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Kate woke up to the sound of her alarm. She lazily reached a hand out to turn it off before turning over to sleep a little longer. She opened her eyes to see the space beside her was empty, yet again. Her stomach dropped. She sat up suddenly, looking around her room for any sign that Yelena was still there. She threw her covers off of her before jumping out of bed to make her way downstairs. Lucky greeted her at the bottom of the stairs and Kate bent over to pet him quickly, distracted by scanning her apartment. As panic began to sink in, Kate noticed a box sitting on her kitchen table. There was a ribbon wrapped neatly around it tied into a bow. Kate walked over and reached down to undo the knot. She opened the box carefully and peered inside to see a set of brand new forks. She smiled widely and bit her lower lip as she let out a small laugh. A small note was resting on the silverware.
Now there's enough for the both of us. See you soon. -Y
Kate read the note over again, holding it in her hands lovingly. Excitement taking over as she thinks about when she'll get to see Yelena again.
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LBSC Smooch Roulette
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This is just a fun little prompt challenge we put together! There's no length limit and no deadline, so you can come back to this any time you want! Art and writing are both welcome. Please tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your Lukanette posts for this challenge, so we can reblog your post here and add it to our master list. We also have an AO3 collection here where you can add your works if you prefer to post there. We hope you all have a blast playing Smooch Roulette!
You're welcome to join our LBSC discord server for more Lukanette events or just to hang out and chat. (If the link expires or you have any issues, feel free to drop us an ask and we'll send you a fresh one.)
How it works:
We have our prompts divided into three categories. The first is a type of kiss, the second is a location, and the third is an identity pairing. For this challenge, you will choose one item from each category (or from as many or as few categories as you like; we're flexible). You can either choose from the list yourself, or you can let fate decide:
Here's an online random number generator you can use. Remember to set your max number according to the instructions below.
Step 1. Type of Kiss. Generate a random number between 1 and 71. Step 2. Location of Kisses. Generate a random number between 1 and 65. Step 3. Identity of Kissees. Generate a random number between 1 and 18. Step 4. Find your numbers in the chart above to assemble your prompt. For example, if your numbers are 2, 3, and 5, your prompt will be "palm kiss," "by the Seine," "Viperion x Marinette." So your challenge would be to write or draw a Vipernette palm kiss where some part of the story/scene takes place by the Seine.
Bonus: For an extra challenge, you can roll your random number generator again to select an AU (1-6) and/or mood (1-5) for your prompt!
Rules
This is meant to be fun and inspiring! If you don't like your first random prompt, generate another! If you don't feel like dealing with a category, skip it. We want you to challenge yourself, but enjoy yourself as well, and if that means you need to bend the guidelines a little bit, go for it!
This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName smooch roulette challenge” instead of “LBSC smooch roulette,” for example).
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August 3, 2023 -
Jk goes live! Throughout the live, suspicious noises can be heard in the background, indicating someone else is at Jk’s home with him. I’m aware that sometimes gadgets do hum and whir, but there’s a distinct door slam that’s indicative someone else is present and making those noises. Five minutes into the live, Jk glances back -
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And at 5:35 you can clearly hear a thud (I’m going to assume it’s the fridge shutting, since Jk will soon after comment about the fridge (see below)).
At 5:59, more noises can be heard in the background, and Jk glances over again.
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He then looks to his left again, while excusing the noises as the fridge.
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Timestamp 6:06
Below are a couple links to various suspicious noises noted during Jk’s live.
https://twitter.com/malgotkvk/status/1687140292934213638?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
https://twitter.com/ayenemipololito/status/1687129029877329920?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
During the start of the live, Jk makes periodic comments that his house is a mess, he needs to clean and the wifi doesn’t work well (expressing that it’s getting him stressed). Some have speculated based on these comments and the background of his more recent lives that Jk spends more time at Tae’s and his house is used more for storage. Decide as you like.
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timestamp 1:06 (pic 1) 4:52 (pic 2), 9:28 (pics 3-4)
Jk complains about the network “in this house,” and shakes his head in frustration. He then asks, “What’s wrong with this house?” Again, comments like this have led to speculation he spends more time at Tae’s than his (but again, please decide as you will). He goes out of frame, and can be heard saying, “The LTE isn’t working either.” After saying this, “Huh?” can be heard. I’ll leave a couple links for you to decide if it’s Jk talking to himself, or to someone else, plus the timestamp is noted to hear in real time.
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Timestamp 9:53
https://www.instagram.com/p/CvfFqweNkbG/
https://twitter.com/fan_ac_taekook_/status/1687161451176214560?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
https://twitter.com/hopetk000/status/1687151890352820224?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
https://twitter.com/evexece_kthjjk/status/1687416779264708609?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
While complaining about the wifi, Jk expresses his stress about the house, saying, “I think I need to turn over the entire house once.” He then shakes his head and says, “It’s too stressful. I can’t live this way.” He once again glances to his left, then glances further left. I didn’t hear any noises at this time, so perhaps he’s just looking in that general direction, but since he looked this way when his “fridge” was making noise I thought I should note it, since it’s interpretative why he looked this way.
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Timestamp 27:39
This isn’t Taekook related, but Jk has never spoken about religion, so I want to archive this.
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Timestamp 32:13
Of course, it’s not impossible or improbable that someone else is in the home with Jk. On September 28, 2018, we can hear Tae’s distinct voice during Jk’s live, and then Jk glances over and then looks back to the camera and says, “Quiet,” before telling us he’s only going to be on live for 10 minutes.
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Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2018/625029355610980353
And of course, no one can forget the infamous May 19, 2019, when Tae clearly didn’t leave Jk’s hotel room, threw a chocolate wrapper, sighed after Jk did and whispered, “Saranghae.”
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Recap (it should be noted that I always thought Tae threw the chocolate wrapper out of frame, but at the time of writing this specific piece, I worked the blog with someone else and we didn’t disclaim for disagreeing opinions at first, hence why it was attributed as dust. Tumblr is too cumbersome to edit so I’ve just left it as is, but see the recap and links within the recap):
https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2019/625212630501556224/may-19-2019
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walnutofthedead · 10 months
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Hello!! Requesting some comfort or reverse comfort with Fuuta and a gn reader. he’s so cute and I love your writing
IM SO SORRY I TOOK SUCH A LING BREAK,,,, 
anyways ofcofc anonnie 
Warning for mentions of stalking in the silly context (NOT by fuuta dw babes im not THAT mean)
Bro readers a sara chidouin kinnie or sm with this stalking so silly(not me projecting onto the reader)
Also I’m sorry the quality deteriorated when the actual comfort started I’m writing this at 1am!
You could hear your footsteps loudly echoing throughout the street as you nervously made your way home from work. Your car had broken down earlier that week, forcing you to rely on rides from others and walking. This wouldn’t be an issue normally, but you hade been noticing some strange occurrences lately. You would see the same figure standing, staring from afar. They would follow you everywhere. 
By everywhere, I mean everywhere. It went beyond work and home. They would follow you on trips, to parties, anywhere, regardless of where or with who. Safety in numbers became your only solace eventually. Today was no exception as you glanced frantically in all directions to find whoever it was. But you saw nobody. You took another step, you hear another in the distance. You look again, nothing. 
Perhaps you were going crazy? But what if you weren’t? 
You sharply sighed, reluctantly opting to continue on your way. 
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 
Upon arriving home, you were quick to lock the door behind you. You honestly didn’t feel safe alone at the moment. So, in a moment of brilliance, you opened Discord to call your lovely boyfriend, Fuuta, who you could always find either typing a long callout post on Twitter or playing some new video game you’ve never heard of. 
Even with his rigorous schedule of being a self-righteous otaku loser, he always makes time for you..  
1 ring..
2 rings..
3 rings..
You’re growing increasingly afraid. 
Then, you heard it. The sound that notifies you that he’s joined the call. 
“Fuu-boo.. you there..?”
Your voice came out quieter than you had initially intended, the cracking sound barely penetrating your own ringing ears, let alone that of your phone’s mic. 
Yet, you heard a sigh of feigned annoyance from the other end. 
“Sheesh.. I thought I told you not to call me that!”
Joked the familiar voice of your lover, the sound alone enough to make you feel slightly more at ease. 
His tone quickly shifted though. 
“Really, what’s wrong though? You never call me this late.”
“.. Could you come over?”
It was a sudden question, but it just slipped through your lips.. being alone and vulnerable was the last thing you needed right now. 
“Were you being followed again?”
Fuuta knew what was happening now. He knew your situation already. You had told him a while ago. Asking was honestly more of a courtesy than a necessity. 
“Mhm.”
“I’m coming. Don’t hang up.”
You spoke for a bit as he started up his car and drove to your home. 
Knock, knock. 
“Fuu..?”
You hesitantly spoke up. You hear his voice from the phone. 
“That’s not me..”
You went pale. 
Was it.. 
no..
“T-that’s not funny, Fuu.. s-stop playing with me!”
The Twitter user sighed. 
“You got me.. it’s me. I’ll prove it, check your DMs.”
“Okay..”
You turn on your phone. Sure enough, he DMed you. 
Fufu - I’ll knock 10 times, K?
FanficProtag - Ok
The knocking began again. You listened, 10 knocks, sure enough. 
Hesitantly, you made your way to the door. You looked through the peep hole, and of course, it was the little ginger you loved and not a creepy stalking asshole. He immediately walked in, kicking off his shoes and making himself at home on the couch. He pat the spot next to him for you, as if it was his place and you were the guest. 
Whatever. You sat with him. 
He put an arm around you, leaning into your shoulder.
“Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna hurt you.. I’ll make sure of it.”
You lightly chuckled, enveloping him in a tight embrace. 
“What’re you gonna do, tell them to kill themselves on roblox?”
He groaned.
“No, dumbass… I don’t even do that very much! Shush.. just let me comfort you, damnit.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry~ thank you, Fuu-boo.”
Fuuta sat up, a triumphant smirk appearing when you thanked him. 
“You’re VERY welcome, now, whatcha wanna do?”
Even if he couldn’t do jack to help you. His presence was more than enough to comfort you
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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years
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A Formidable Mistake
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings/Genre: ||ANGST|| bad writing, mentions of blood, injury, cheating, argument
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: I have no idea what this is. I just woke up from a dream and decided to write it.
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Even though warm blood gushed from the side of your lower abdomen, no one noticed how you slightly grimaced and clutched your wound tightly while Captain America angrily reprimanded you right now. Not even your girlfriend would spare a glance at you, sporting a pissed-off look in the distance.
"What the hell are you thinking, Y/N?! You nearly got Tony killed and jeopardize the whole mission!" Your head hung low, taking all their frustrations directed at you. Tony is still unconscious from the whole fiasco that happened on the mission. The others would either look at you disapprovingly or with disappointment evident on their faces.
"Luckily Wanda was there in time..." His angry rants continued, and all you could do was sit in silence and accept the harsh words spewing from the Captain's mouth.
"I think it's best that you should be suspended until your head is in the right space. You really seem out of it, Y/N." He finally concluded and dismissed you. You nodded your head and proceeded to go out of the room. Not wanting to bother anyone, you start to walk in the direction of your own room, wincing every now and then. Natasha made no attempt to follow you.
You're not going to deny that you really do seem out of it for the past couple of weeks now. This may have to do with your crumbling relationship with a certain redhead. 
And finding out about her infidelity.
It all makes sense now. Her tendency to pick fights over minor things, her coldness toward you, and, most importantly, her constant absence and excuses. 
You rummaged through the cabinet in your bathroom to get the first aid kit while holding your phone in the other hand. You still can't comprehend how your Natasha could do this to you. The video hauntingly glared at you as you watched it blankly. You already felt numb and tired, so you tossed your phone aside and proceeded to uncaringly tend your wound.
You were mildly surprised to see Natasha sitting on your bed. Her expression changed briefly into a concerned one when she saw your exposed wound.
"You're hurt." She stands up to approach you, but you take a step back, not wanting her fake concern for you. Her face and steps faltered at this.
"Y/N..." The softness in her voice made you snap at her angrily.
"I'm fine!" 
"What? Am I not allowed to worry about my girlfriend?" There's a slight rise in her voice, too, but you don't want to deal with this right now. Actually, you don't want to deal with this relationship anymore. You fought and held onto it so hard, but all in vain because she gave up on it a long time ago.
"Girlfriend?" You ask in a small voice. Exhaustion threatens to overcome you, so you sit on the edge of the bed, ignoring the sharp pain on your side as you move.
"What, Y/N? What's with that tone?" She doesn't have the right to be angry with you, but you couldn't care less. You're just so tired and you feel like giving up. 
"When was the last time we actually talked, Natasha? When was the last time we held each other, seeking comfort from each other? When was the last time you said 'I love you' without having to force it out of you? When was the last time you thought of me as your girlfriend?" Your eyes brimmed with tears and held emotions that you tried so hard to keep to yourself. You blink those away and look at Natasha with a blank expression. She's not the only one who can hide emotions that easily.
She tries to open her mouth but closed it afterwards when words got stuck in her throat. She has nothing to say, after all. She doesn't have any excuses left, you think.
Even after all the things she's done, you can't bring yourself to hurt her more than she hurt you. You realize this is the end. She doesn't need to know that you knew about her infidelity. You decide to end this once and for all since she can't make that decision herself. Part of you selfishly thinks that she still has a miniscule amount of love for you, but you have settled to think that she only pities you. The same thing that the team has given and shown to you. Their goddamn pity.
"I don't wanna fight anymore, Natasha. It's clear that you don't want this as much as I want to." You take a shaky breath.  "I'm breaking up with you."
"T-that's it? That's just it? You give up? What makes you think you get to decide what I think, o-or feel?!" Her tears threw you off. What makes her think that she could manipulate you into thinking she still cares about you? You angrily stand up and push her out of the room.
"You can stop pretending now, Natasha. I don't want your pity, or- or your fake concern when we both know you stopped caring about me a long time ago. Blame me all you want, but I'm not gonna let you walk all over me." You still love Natasha with all your heart. You do. But this is killing you both. You are both no longer good to each other now. Before she could utter a single word, you slammed the door in her face.
She knocked and pounded the door profusely, demanding to let her explain. You're having none of it. You revoked Natasha's access to your room and let yourself fall into the bed, ignoring the searing pain inside and out.
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It wasn't real. 
She tries to convince herself that.
You were wrong about her. None of it was play-pretend on her part. She truly cares about you. She still does. If it wasn't for the guilt that consumes her whenever she looks at you, she would've held you tight and told you that she truly loves you. Her heart constricts and her mind screams that she doesn't deserve you every time you show her how much you love her unconditionally. She's underserving of the love you're selflessly giving her.
It was her unintentional distance that drove you to break up with her. You didn't mention anything else, and that made Natasha worry if it was a good or a bad thing. 
She made a mistake a long time ago. It was made in a drunken stupor and her immense longing for you while you had been away on an undercover mission. And the worse part is, she fell into that routine. None of it meant anything to her. It was just a product of her own immense guilt and insecurity about herself.
But nothing compares to how hurt you sounded when you called out her actions. It all came crashing down on her. She wanted to touch you one last time, but you wouldn't let her. As selfish as it may sound, she realized too late that she was afraid of losing you when you ended things with her.
She's still at your door, softly banging her head against it, hoping you'd let her in. She spent an hour there before F.R.I.D.A.Y announced that Tony had been awoken and requested for the team to come. She didn't want to leave, but she knew everybody would come looking for her if she didn't show up. She wipes the dried tears away and composes herself. 
She just hopes that when she comes back, you'll let her tell you the truth you deserve to know from her. 
And maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to get through it together and start over.
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The pain did not go away as you thought it would be when you fell asleep. Instead, it feels like it burned you from the inside out, and you couldn't help but grunt in agony. You ripped the blanket off of your body and noticed the pool of blood drenching your bandage and bed.
Your sight is blurry but you dare to stand up to get into the bathroom. As soon as you got up, a wave of nausea washed over you, and the next thing you knew, your body fell with a heavy thud.
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"Romanoff, there you are! Where's your girlfriend? I wanna thank her for saving my ass back there." This caused the others to look at him in quite disbelief. The lack of trust in you from the team boiled Natasha's blood. 
"What do you mean, Tony? She nearly got you killed..." Guilt and shame are evident in the captain's voice. 
"Pfft, killed? That's nonsense. She saved me just in time from that maniac who was bragging about their weapon that, in theory, anyone would never recover from if they got hit with it." Natasha froze. 
"I suppose your girlfriend is okay since she's not in the med bay here with me, right? God, I hope she wasn't injured in any way because, frankly, I don't want to test that maniac's theory." 
"We have to get to Y/N. NOW!"
But by the look on the redhead's face, Tony's face paled.
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This is VERY UNLIKE ME, but here's some incredibly fast, EXTREMELY late-night meta on two dramas (Dangerous Romance and I Feel You Linger in the Air) from this TIRED mama, all before Only Friends later today!
(Y'all. I've missed being around this week! Moving and unpacking... I'll tell ya. It gets harder as I get older. Mostly because I/we have more stuff, and the BRAINS I need to figure out where this stuff should go is like, as mentally draining as it is physically draining to open boxes, unpack 'em, go up and down stairs -- damn. I have been COLLAPSING at night. Friends have been sending me meta to read -- @ranchthoughts, I see you, boo! <3 <3 The little peeks and breaks I've been getting have been giving me energy. I'm a little back on my bullshit now, and I can't wait to give Only Friends the full treatment tomorrow. But for now, quick notes!)
1) Dangerous Romance, episode 4: Listen, the friends covered a lot (here, here, and here -- @neuroticbookworm, @lurkingshan, @wen-kexing-apologist, all clowning correctly). WKA also notes that this show was written by Pratchaya Thavornthummarut and Bee Pongsate, two of the three writers of some of the best BLs ever -- Bad Buddy, My School President, Dark Blue Kiss, etc. When Bee and Pratchaya write WITHOUT Au Kornprom, as they did in BBS, MSP, and DBK -- things go a touch awry (cc @chickenstrangers, as we've talked about this before). Bee and Pratchaya, for instance, wrote Vice Versa, which I haven't watched, but I know the fam is mid on. (Remember when Aof Noppharnach had to come in to save 2gether by making Still 2gether? 2gether was written by Bee and Pratchaya -- Aof and Au joined in on the Still 2gether correction.)
ANYWAY, ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY that I should have been smarter about this show when I started in on it. It's directed in part by Lit Phadung, formerly of SOTUS, which is a fine show by nostalgia's standards! But like, not the height of drahmah.
So there's a lot of mid kinda swirling around here, and god, honestly, I'm kicking myself, because I should have been more sus. I should have been more sus!
Perth and Chimon are too good for this show. Not that I hate it! I don't hate the show, per se. It's just -- the first episode was so intense, so very issues-based, as all the dear friends noted, that to swerve towards a SUCH a gloopy romance plot was just... man, even SOTUS was WAY more clear in its plot than DR. (Dudes, I was chatting with @neuroticbookworm while I was watching this, and I was like, LOVE SICK HAD A MORE CONVINCING ROMANCE PACE THAN THIS. LOVE SICK!!!) DR is moving WAY too quickly towards the cheesiest of tropes, without the beef to back it up.
Anyway, from the energy vibes that Perth and Chimon are giving off, they should either 1) be making out by now, and/or 2) doing it by now, because like, WHOA, lots of staring, boys! LOTS of staring. And lemme tell ya, someone's staring at me like that, like in the clurb or something, and I'm like, yep, make-out time, right?! RIGHT?!
I am now officially watching this show, as I noted to @neuroticbookworm, literally to watch all the dear GMMTV celebs in here try to avoid a dumpster fire. (Where the hell is June?!) (At least Marc and Pawin are funny for like, the 10 seconds we see them.)
OH, ALSO?! What's the difference in Sailom becoming a sex worker vs. being bought out as a live-in tutor? Were we supposed to judge Sailom becoming an escort? Are we intentionally ignoring bias in socioeconomic gaps, writers? TOO MUCH TO ASK, TEAM! Too. much. to. ask.
I luv you, Perth and Chimon, I LUV YOU, BUT WHY. ANYWAY. MOVING ON.
2) I haven't written anything about I Feel You Linger in the Air yet because of LIFE (see above), and I was very wibbly about it when I started it, because you, your mother, MY mother, and MY MOTHER'S MOTHER all know about how sus I am on Tee Bundit (but I finally watched Lovely Writer and LOVED IT, so I am a touch less sus).
ANYWAY, thanks to the convincing of @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm to look past the slow pace of the first episode as accurate for a historical drama, I kept at it with IFYLITA. And I'm glad I did.
Now this? THIS IS A BL, BABY!
We got sexy typewriter scenes! Drawings of cutie widdle pigwets! Drunk falls! Red cheeks! Reading out loud! POETRY! FLOWERS! ENEMIES AND INTRIGUE! (I'm not happy about the marital rape, but unfortunately, I am thinking that is accurate for the time being portrayed.)
Admittedly -- god, Tee, the episodes are still a little long, my homey. A little long. BUT.
This show, as so many have noted, is just beyond gorgeous. The plumerias. I LOVE Ming and Maey. I LOVE THAT WE MAY HAVE A SAPPHIC SUB-PLOT.
But I also appreciate that only four episodes in, we haven't forgotten that this is a time travel show, in the midst of the budding romance. My thinking on that out-of-body experience on Jom's part was Jom flirting with consciousness after the present-day car crash. But who knows.
I like that Jom is making the connections with those drawings he found in that chest -- and that, lol, he was asking Prik questions about the architecture. Even though Yai's dad seems like a bad dude, I have faith that Tee Bundit is going to keep Nu Surasak going as a good BL dad/dude -- fingers crossed.
I am just -- I am loving where this show is going to go. The house is worried about Yai. I like the way the scent about Yai's preferences is a lot more muted in 1920s Thailand than it would be as set in the present-day. I just think that's totally accurate for what I would call an "old-fashioned" Asian perspective now. I'm very intrigued to see how a historical drama like this will wrestle with homophobia, as this is my first period BL, and -- I'm just excited to see where it'll go.
The acting is GREAT, the pace of the romance is GREAT, the pace of the filming is still slow, but I can't believe I'm saying this -- I'll continue to forgive it for now. Tee, please, PLEASE don't fail us, because you have something GREAT going on here. Yai, head over HEEEELLLLSSS for Jom, is just -- it's a wonder to see, and I am fully on this roller coaster palanquin ride.
(Also, hey, TWO DRAMAS where dudes were PAID to live with their crushes. K!)
(Oh, also, definitely, next time I'm at a clurb, in like, 20 years, I am definitely ordering an URN of liquor with a ladle. Like a baijiu urn. Fuck yeah. What a LOOK.)
(Okay, that's it, good night, see you for Only Friends!)
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thefiery-phoenix · 2 days
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YANDERE TOKOYAMI HEADCANONS
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1. He'd be in love with you either because you're like him or because you're a bright ball of positivity and never ending energy with your optimistic attitude 
2. The first time he saw you, he just thought you were a distraction and you were like everyone else. However, Dark Shadow managed to convince him otherwise. After a few days, Tokoyami saw how friendly you were with everyone and how positive and upbeat you were about things, he decided to become your friend and try to get to know you better. Even Dark Shadow thought it would be a good idea to interact with you 
3. So, you spent time with BOTH of them and soon, they started catching the feelsy feels for you ;) but were too shy to actually tell you about it
4. They found out that you liked horror movies and when they did, their expressions on their faces were priceless. They never thought YOU of all people would enjoy watching scary stuff but they enjoyed watching them with you
5. Tokoyami LIVED for those moments when you snuggled with him and watched movies with him. It was pure heaven and bliss for him
6. You guys even have the same playlists! How cool is that :) !?
7. Tokoyami's a shy tsundere boi as we all know and pretty soon, his and Dark Shadow's little crush on you turned out to be an obsession. A crazy as hell one that too. Tokoyami was aware that his feelings were crazy, but he just couldn't help it. He couldn't get the way you giggled or laughed out of his head and he LOATHED it when your smiles were directed to someone else
8. Tokoyami has to literally calm Dark Shadow down from going on a murder spree whenever he sees you sharing your beautiful gorgeous smile with someone else. Those pathetic pieces of dirt, those wastes of space didn't even DESERVE to be looked at by you and be graced by your presence. They would often scoff when someone tries stealing your attention away from them and they'll hastily back TF away from you after seeing Tokoyami's death glare. Tokoyami and Dark Shadow view you as a beautiful goddess/god that needs to be saved and protected and they were MORE than willing to be your knights in shining armor to keep you safe 
9. Will these guys stalk you? A 100% YES! They don't want anything to happen to you and they prefer calling it ''Keeping a close eye on you for your safety'' but they respect your boundaries and your privacy. They won't watch you shower and all that but they might read your diary and if you write about that guy who flirted with you that day, he won't be seeing daylight anymore THAT'S for sure
10. They might collect gifts and souvenirs from you like your pens and that your favorite little keychain and stuff like that so they can keep in their shrine dedicated for you (YES, like MOST yanderes, these bois have a shrine for you)
11. When the day comes for kidnapping you, Tokoyami won't even have to use drugs and tranquilizers on you. He can always rely on Dark Shadow to take control of you and he'll kidnap you during the night time 
12. He won't leave you in a basement nor does he have the heart to chain you up. You'll just wake up with a fluffy quirk cancelling cuff on your leg and while you're screaming and trying to throw stuff at him, he'll just wince and try explaining that this is for your own good and he loved you and he just wanted to keep you safe
13. He might excuse your bad behavior from time to time but if it becomes too often and regular, this boi will not hesitate to show you his dark side and YES, you will be getting nightmares from it. He'll ask Dark Shadow for help when it comes to dealing with you and pretty soon, you're gonna be isolated in a dark room with no source of light and honestly, that sort of treatment is enough for ANYONE to go insane 
14. Will he punish you? Yes, no doubt about that. He'll make you see your WORST nightmares and make you regret your behavior but afterwards, you'll just have to earn back his trust by showing him affection and love
15. He isn't the most affectionate and romantic person but he's definitely trying not to make it so awkward when he tries to cuddle with you or pats your head and tries doing other lovey dovey crap that couples usually do  
16.When it comes to rivals and getting rid of pests, there's nothing more they like than hearing the sounds of their victims begging them for death. It's like music to their ears. Sometimes they might even force you watch it saying that all you had to do was love them and they won't kill or hurt anyone ever again
Can be manipulative from time to time, but they're gonna treat you well once you develop Stockholm Syndrome. They might even let you out once you've proven to be trustworthy (But not without their supervision of course)
"My beautiful moonlight...I'm doing this all for YOU! WE'RE doing this all for YOU! You'll learn to love us eventually even if we have to force it on you~"
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